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Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

Hey y'all, I'm joining the fun it seems.

I should have an IC post up soonish.

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

Name: Tzofia Meier

Age: 26

Appearance:

Tzofia Meier

Short raven black hair is pulled tightly into a short ponytail, hidden under a dirtied scarlet beret. Her hardened brown eyes are hidden under a pair of sunglasses. Whipcord hard muscles coil tightly under skin marred by a life of fighting, and not having showered in... weeks? months? Her facial features are typical for a Hebrew woman, but are concealed under a black shemagh with only her nose poking out.

Weapons:

• Glock 21 and .45 ACP ammunition.
  
  Glock 21

  
• S&W M&P R8 and .357 Magnum ammunition
  
  S&W M&P R8

  
• Military grade tomahawk, razor sharp.
  
  Tomahawk

  

Gear:

• Two full 2 liter canteens.
• Lighter
• Swiss army knife
• Crowbar
• Gerber tool
• Mission directives, a map, phone numbers, addresses, and the suicide note of the last of her unit.
• Gas mask
• MREs, food and water salvaged from various stores
• First aid kit, an extra roll of gauze, and an extra bottle of isopropyl alcohol
• Handheld radio
• Rucksack to carry it all in

Personality: Tzofia is clearly an intelligent individual, able to formulate plans of action on the fly to adapt to any situation as well as perform advanced mathematics in her head. She has a confident demeanor that more than explains her history of bold actions- albeit successful ones. She's definitely approachable, but not what one might term amiable, with a past full of violence leaving its mark.

She speaks in a forceful and direct manner, used to shouting over the din of combat and arguments over where to eat, which is louder is still up for debate. Other people -or at least non hostile ones- are a rarity these days, and she has been on constant lookout for other survivors, what for she's not sure- maybe to find a way out of this godforsaken city, maybe just so she doesn't die alone, but preferably finding a way out.

Backstory

Intelligent and confident, Tzofia could've been an engineer or a scientist, maybe even a doctor. Her life had been on track to receive a degree in mechanical engineering- one which took a sudden turn as Israel came under concerted attack from its neighboring countries once more. Tzofia wasted no time in abandoning her university career and enlisting in the IDF, quickly rising the the position of Rav Seren -or Major- and commanding the unit she was assigned with courage that earned her several commendations. Her most notable achievement was also the one that lead to her medical discharge- comandeering a tank and leading a suicide charge that somehow managed to break the enemy line. Maybe it was the tank thundering towards them, maybe it was the woman in the tank screaming bloody murder, or maybe it was simply the sudden volume of fire, but the enemy line retreated. Rav Seren Tzofia Meier was seriously wounded in the action and had to be medevaced for internal bleeding and shock.

She received her medical discharge on the same day she received her Medal of Valor. She was only twenty five.

Bitter over being discharged and her injuries, Tzofia made her way to the United States to seek medical care her own government hadn't been willing to provide, managing a rapid recovery despite her doctor's hesitance about her ever being in fighting condition again.

Strapped for money but once more in prime fighting condition, Tzofia approached various private military contractors, seeking employment. Most turned her down for various reasons. One accepted her application, a relatively new company by the name of Magnum Security Corp, and she began the second chapter of her life as a private soldier. It was a... different experience from the actual military, what with being legally bound to primarily support and defensive roles, but it was one she excelled in.

Then the infection happened.

Magnum Security was contracted by the military to provide logistical support and reinforce defensive positions against the undead, which went somewhat well for a short time before almost an entire city's worth of infected simply overwhelmed them. She watched as, one by one, her unit was killed and/or turned, often having to put them down herself. The last survivor aside from herself committed suicide not long after the preceding death that had left them alone, leaving her alone in a boarded up building with a corpse, his suicide note, and a city of infected all on all sides.

The Red Sea (Survival Horror)

@AquaAzura Ah, alright.

And actually the gear question was more just a general "What can we have?" type of thing. Well equipped adventurer or woefully unprepared everyman? Pocket knife or Glock? That kind of thing.

'Cause I mean, this definitely piques my interest. Hopefully some other people might see it as well.

The Dust: Relaunch

@TheMadAsshatter

Wondering the same thing myself, I'm talking with Darcs, we'll try to make... something happen sooner rather than later.

Escaping Union City. "Reboot"

This is open, right? Any objections to one more person? (And would a private military contractor whose unit was assigned to aid the 101st be a viable character?)

The Red Sea (Survival Horror)

Horror is good. And this seems interesting.

I might just be interested in this.

Can I ask what, if any, limits/restrictions there are on gear and such? What kind of world it is we'd be coming from (since I see that "Sci-Fi" tag up top and that can mean any number of things)?

The last Survivors

Hey y'all, this still open/alive?

Cancelled

Zodiac sniffed suspiciously as she examined the food that had been provided.

Something was up, she was sure of it. Ships simply didn't have actual food unless you were the captain or a wealthy passenger; and judging by the sad lack of an expensive uniform or bulge in her coin purse, she fit neither description.

Which meant something was amiss. Where were the weevils? This bread looked like it was fresh. Giving a piece of it another quick sniff she broke it in half- fresh bread, still with a hint of warmth in it, nice and soft and...

She glanced around for someone hiding in the shadows with hardtack and a bucket of slimy watered down grog. Surely they weren't giving actual decent food to their passengers.

Was it possible the food was poisoned?

Looking around uneasily, her gaze alighted on some other passengers. A young looking man with angular features who seemed oddly familiar, a human mage who seemed to be nearing middle age, young looking human bard with a jovial air, a large framed man in armor, and a Sarben- she could never tell much about them through the wrappings. None of them seemed to be suspicious of the unusual quality of food as far as she could tell. She contemplated asking one of them if they had reservations as well, but a disagreement springing forth behind her piqued her interest as she heard mention of armies and war.

Conflict was good in her eyes, it meant there was a chance at some money- and maybe even striking it rich off that rare bit of loot.

Sidling closer, she listened intently before sliding up towards them. "I heard one of you mention an army? Or stars? What's the problem exactly?"

Cancelled

@xCRAZYxFACEx

But.

What if I was never breathing in the first place?

Equestria Divided: In Nominé - MLP RP

Heeey y'all, I'm alive!

Also, the new Scarlet post marks the start of a new direction I'm headed in. Hopefully a good one, I'm looking forward to some of the shenanigans I have planned.