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The Survivor's Club (High Casual)

Since I skipped the Interest Check and went straight to the OOC, here is the part where I would have shown interest.

Bump.

The Survivor's Club (High Casual)

Dunno if this is still accepting or even alive, but I like the concept and it never hurts to throw up a CS.

Name: Marissa "Mary" Gilroy

Age: 29

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing at 5'11" and weighing 140 lbs, Mary could be described in one word as 'lanky'. She keeps her hair in a buzz cut since a bout of madness saw her tear it from her head by the handful. Mary generally sticks to a wardrobe of cotton, leather, and denim.

History: Born and raised in Wyoming, Mary learned to shoot before she could reliably tie her shoes. And damn if she wasn't a natural, she bagged her first buck at eight, though she quickly thereafter realized she enjoyed shooting a lot more than hunting. As such, she turned to target shooting as a pastime, something she predictably excelled at.

Academically she was an above average student with no real aspirations, but an almost infectious confidence. After high school she went to college on a partial scholarship due to her time on the shooting team, her path from there was fairly uneventful. Eventually she landed a job as a sonar tech working on a NOAA hydrographic research vessel.

It was there she met the love of her life Jared Emery, the ship's second engineer and chief handsome bastard. What followed was a several year long relationship before eventually she proposed to him in an incredibly convoluted process that involved the entire ship's crew.

Sadly that was only two weeks before the world ended, she doesn't remember much about that day, though the image of her fiance, his eyesockets empty aside from the blood dripping down his face broke First Officer Ryden's grasp and jumped into the Atlantic ocean raving about 'it' calling for him. She never saw him again.

It was two days before she made landfall near Lubec Maine, the town was seemingly abandoned so she figured noone would mind if she borrowed a vehicle. From there she stuck to the coast and headed south, she passed through more of the same, abandoned town after abandoned town few signs of life but occasionally clear signs of the opposite. It was an unnerving experience, not at all aided by her having become quite clearly delusional, it didn't take long for her to realize that. You only really need to see one long dead family member walking through the streets muttering an inhuman language before you realize your grasp of reality is failing.

Still Marry persevered and made it to her home in Portland, along the way she had pieced together what had happened. Though she wasn't sure until she saw a local paper headlined with 'APOCALYPSE' in massive letters. Wasting no time she grabbed her rifle, a bag and whatever she thought she could need before setting the place ablaze(It was what the voices asked) and hoofing it. Since then she has been keeping to the woods, avoiding population centers and roads until necessary to resupply, occasionally lending her help to others in the form of a few well placed bullets from a few hundred yards.

Personality: Mary is by all rights rather friendly and outgoing, or at least she was until she started seeing monsters that aren't there and hearing voices that ask the unspeakable. For the most part since the end Mary has become completely self contained.

Skills & Weaknesses:
Sureshot - Mary is an excellent shot from long range.
Butcher - Mary knows how to skin and quarter animals.

Touch of Madness - Mary is delusional ever since the day the world ended.
Not a fighter - As good a shot as she is, Mary is just as bad a close quarters fighter.

Belongings:
.280 Hunting rifle, 40 rounds.
Beretta 92, 30 rounds(2 mags).

Backpack.
1 Can white spray paint.
1 Hunting knife.
1 Jar of honey.
1 Jar peanut butter.
1 Box crackers.
1 US MRE Chili Mac.
1 Compressed towel
6 20 oz bottles of water.
1 Compact first aid kit(15 assorted Band-Aids, 1 pair latex gloves, 4 gauze pads, 1 roll medical tape, 4 alcohol pads, 4 antiseptic pads, 6 tongue depressors, 6 cotton swabs)

Color Code: In Technicolor! f26522

Sample Post:

Sample

70 MILES OFF THE COAST OF LUBEC, MAINE; DAY 1

"Can someone tell me how this fog was nowhere to be seen on the radar?" Captain Velasquez paced across the bridge looking out at the impenetrable fog that had had come to surround the ship. He was an imposing man, tall, Latin, built like an ox and with a head shaved so well you could see your reflection. "This really shouldn't have been possible." His voice betrayed a deep sense of disappointment and agitation. Mary glanced up from her station to gauge the situation, he was understandably upset, usually a fog this thick at least has a weather advisory, but this seemingly came out of nowhere.

Still, nothing she could do about it, so she turned her attention back to the sonar screen. Immediately Mary noticed something was wrong, the seafloor was reading as being hundreds of feet above where it should be. "Sir, I don't mean to interrupt your tirade against the weather, but you might want to take a look at this. Unless we're many miles off course I think the sonar is malfunctioning." Captain Velasquez made his way to her station and looked down at her screen. "A whale? Or perhaps a submarine?" Mary took a moment to consider the possibility. "No, too large for any whale or submarine I've ever heard of. It's as though the entire sea floor has raised 3 hundred feet." She stared at the screen intently for a few moments. "And rising. Sir, the sonar is just malfunctioning, what it's reading is simply not possible. If it's not, we'll know soon enough, this phantom seabed is going to hit us any moment."

No sooner had she finished her sentence then a massive crack rang out as the entire ship shook as though from a significant impact. Once the ship settled, gone was the hum of the twin diesel engines that had been ever present for their voyage up to that point. Captain Velasquez quickly strode to the ship's intercom. "Engineering, what's the damage? Pavlechek?" After several seconds without a response he turned to the man across the bridge from him. "Ryden, go down there and find out why Pavlechek isn't responding." Ryden glanced up at the Captain for a second before responding "Aye."

What followed was a couple minutes of silence before being sudden and harshly interrupted by the distinctive crack of a gunshot from below deck. The bridge crew quickly evacuated to the main deck of the ship. The fog made it difficult to even see the Captain next to her as she stood on the deck but she was pretty confident the two sillhouettes that rose from the ship's rear compartment were Ryden and her fiance's a suspicion confirmed by his distinctive baritone muttering something to Ryden that she couldn't make out from the distance.

She and the Captain both approached the pair almost in unison as the sound of Ryden's voice spread across the deck. "Sir, we have to get off the ship, she's sinking, Pavlechek is dead and Emery lost his mind, clawed his own eyes out." Ryden's words didn't quite register in her mind as she saw her fiance's horrific visage. His eyesockets were empty save for the crimson fluid that was dripping from them down his face. Mary froze, she wasn't sure why, the sight of the man she loved disfigured in such a way just left her in a state of shock, she didn't even notice the similar effect it had on the Captain as he had stopped in his tracks upon coming into view of the pair.

"Sir, we need to get off this ship, it is going to sink. I'm going to deploy the life rafts and ready the rigid." Ryden pulled on the arm of Emery. "C'mon." What happened next was so fast she could barely process it. Emery broke Ryden's grasp and flung himself over the edge of the ship in one smooth motion. Without a thought Mary immediately bolted for the spot her fiance once stood and began towards jumping into the water after him. She found her momentum stopped quite suddenly however as Ryden's hand grasped around her arm. "Let me go! I have to go after him!" Ryden just stood there blank faced for a moment, she struggled against his grip, but to no avail though she did notice now that in his other hand he held a pistol. "Look, I can't possibly understand what you're going through right now, but look!" He forcibly maneuvered her so her head was looking out over the side of the ship. "I can't even see the water, can you? What hope do you think you'd have of finding him? I don't know what is happening, but I do know it isn't natural. Pavlechek tried to kill me, Emery tried to kill himself, and I'm not sure what the fuck it was I saw down there. We will take the boat and find him with it, but for now we need all hands on deck, you understand!?” Mary nodded, noting the ship's significant lean and how far it had already sink into the water as she brought her head back from the edge of the ship.

Mary felt tears welling up in her eyes and anger boiling up throughout her being. "Look, I'm gonna go ready the liferafts and the rigid, we will find him." She felt the Captain's hand firmly rest on her shoulder as Ryden let go and turned to go back below deck. She considered for a moment trying to shake his grasp, his grip wasn't near as firm as Ryden's, she could be in the water before he could stop her. But her train of thought was interrupted when one of the ship's deckhands spoke up "Umm whose that?" She and everyone else notably the entire ship's crew minus Pavlechek, Ryden and Emery looked at the deckhand and traced his finger towards the massive sillhouette in the fog across the ship on the starboard side. Whoever it was, they were massive looked to be almost 7' tall with a noticeable hunch.

Mary felt the Captain's grip guide her ahead of him as they walked across the deck towards the mysterious figure. It didn't take long for it to become apparent that the figure was not human. It was to put it bluntly a fishman, standing on the deck of their ship in silence. As it came into view she felt the Captain's grip loosen before he eventually let go completely and walked past her towards the giant fishman. His pace slowed to a crawl as he approached, slowly extending on hand towards the thing. "What are you?" He came to within a couple feet of it. "Do you spe-" His speech was interrupted as the fishman's arm slashed across his chest. Captain Velasquez' stance faltered as he glanced down at his own chest before he turned around with clear difficulty to face Mary. Now she saw him, his chest had three massive slashes across it each over an inch deep. He stared into here eyes, his face a clear picture of shock. "Run!" His voice was weak but firm and he collapsed as the word finished crossing his lips.

She wasn't the first to react, instead she watched as most of the crew abandoned ship. Instead she stood there frozen, staring at the Captain as the life faded from him listening to the occasional sounds of panic and fear punctuated by the splashes of the crew hitting the Atlantic Ocean. It wasn’t until the fish monster took a step forward that she snapped back to reality. Mary wasted no time once the creature began to move once more. In a matter of at most two seconds she went from the deck to falling into the frigid waters of the coastal Atlantic.

The water was cold, very cold but that was to be expected, what wasn’t was the mass beneath her. It defied all logic, one second it was as though a massive lake of oil suspended in the ocean, the next it was a solid formless black beast with countless maws and twice as many tendrils. It was attached to the ship and seemed to spread out endlessly from there. She couldn't help but stare at it for a moment before swimming back to the surface to find a liferaft. Just as she was about to climb to the surface the thing changed again, it was eyes on practically every square inch of it, and in a moment they all seemed to be staring right at her.

Suddenly all was right in the world, she couldn’t understand why but she knew she was safe, all she needed to do was breathe. But she never had the opportunity, she found herself being carried by someone towards the surface, she couldn’t make out who but she tried to stop them, she wriggled and swung and clawed at the man that was taking her from her sweet salvation, but to no avail. As soon as her head broke the water it was as though her existence was a white noise, just constant interference, every sense was overloaded by a deeply displeasurable sensation even her sight was little more than a haze. Still she was faintly aware of what was happening, she was on the ship's rigid inflatable, with two others, Ryden and Morrison and they were not getting along the constant noise prevented her from hearing the exchange entirely, but she could make out pieces.

“Look at yourself man, she did that to you.”

“She’s been through a lot man, and I’ll recover.”

“Look at her eyes man, they’re - before he got rid of them. It’s not her anymore, if we keep it aboard - you have to trust me.”

“- letting you do that.”

“You don’t have to - take care of it.”

The next thing she heard was the bang of gun firing, which miraculously seemed to bring her back to her senses. Just in time to see Morrison’s body lifelessly slump to the floor of the boat. She quickly took stock of her situation, “Ryden, what have you done? Give me the gun now!” Ryden looked at her for what felt like an hour a perplexed look across his face before he replied. “Sure thing.” He lifted the gun to his Temple and fired, his body immediately slumped forward and the gun fell to the floor beside him.

Mary reached out and picked up the pistol, all there was to do now was wait. She knew what was coming. Mary took a deep breath as the fiery red tendrils came into view from overhead. Or wait, it was just her hair.

Tri-Wizard Tournament(except, more than three)

Interesterino.

DC Universe REBIRTH [original DC inspired roleplay/universe]

Katarina felt a grin cross her lips at Batman's words. His voice was a welcome sound, as rare as human interaction was for Katarina since regaining her freedom. Though she questioned if the 'Human' part applied to him... Still, the sight of the bat was welcome, he had far more experience in this kind of situation."Aww my dear Bat..." She sashayed toward him, hiding her recent acquisition in her left hand behind her back as she approached.

She moved in close and stopped to looked at Batman for a moment. "I'd hope you of all people would know..."

She stood on the tip of one foot and leaned forward as she raised the other up behind her."It's not about how advanced the tech is..."

Katarina brought her hand up to her cheek and mock whispered to him as she caught the idol upon her heel and subsequently kicked it to the far end of the rooftop behind her. "It's how you use it."

She relaxed her posture and stepped back before nodding towards the flying mystery man. "That said. I probably wouldn't still be kicking around Gotham if I could do that."

Jurassic World: Loose Ends

I get the feeling that @Hysoka is not coming back...

DC Universe REBIRTH [original DC inspired roleplay/universe]

@cunfuzzler Do you care if I go ahead and let Batman drop in and mention putting a team together? Since you were looking around and leaving an opening of sorts? I know since it's a vampire Batman and a tech'ed out Catwoman the relationship would be quite different, but just having some sort of history is enough to start a convo between them... I can grab two of you [Catwoman and Booster] in Gotham and a couple in Metropolis once Bats gets there...

~KL~

@The Kid Lantern

Sure, go for it, it would make sense that he would at least be acquainted with her.

DC Universe REBIRTH [original DC inspired roleplay/universe]

Katarina came into view of the helicopter just in time to see a man crash through the cockpit and pull out the two pilots. She stuck back a bit towards the rooftop's center in an attempt to not draw any undue attention to herself as she watched the man swoop in and rescue the out of control helicopter. He seemed to be talking, but the distance combined with the helicopter's rotors meant there wasn't chance she could catch a word of it. Katarina silently cursed her former captor, he had grown paranoid near the time of his demise and deactivated the cowl's auditory sensors so she couldn't listen in on him from several rooms away.

Still she looked on hoping to get a good enough glance of his face for the facial recognition to work with. As if on cue the man decided to pose for pictures. She could feel her eyes almost involuntarily rolling out of a mix of disbelief and exasperation at the man's display of bravado. But still it served to give her cowl more than enough to work with for facial recognition. "Me-ow." She muttered as the recreated image of his face coalesced in the upper right of her vision as the cowl searched all known databases for a match. In the meantime she kept her gaze focused on him as he began to fly once more through downtown Gotham.

'No Matches Found' The message appeared over the mystery man's face as she swung to a neighboring rooftop to maintain visual contact with him. It was a message she had legitimately never seen before and it caught her by surprise to the point that she missed her her intended grab point. She quickly reacted however and the very end link of her whip expanded it's blades and dug into a stone window sill before she had fallen two stories, allowing her to recover quickly. As she climbed onto the roof Katarina decided to run the search again, this just didn't happen. She literally just watched the man pose for a damn picture, he was clearly not the kind of person that tried to hide their identity. It made no sense. Once again however she was met with disappointment and a 'No Matches Found'.

Katarina considered her options, as a career criminal and a good one at that, her instincts were telling her to just leave. It was obvious that this guy was going to come into conflict with GCPD again, possibly more than just them. And staying away from police related danger was rule number one of being a good thief. But she wasn't just a thief anymore. Katarina let out a deep sigh as that realization hit her. Just because he hadn't hurt anyone yet didn't mean he wouldn't eventually even unintentionally, and if she was gonna call herself one of the 'good guys' she couldn't just let a superpowered mystery man fly through the city unmonitored. Sure there were people leagues more qualified than her for this task she thought. She took a moment to scan the surrounding area for such a party. "Guess they're not here."

DC Universe REBIRTH [original DC inspired roleplay/universe]

<Snipped quote by cunfuzzler>

When has he murdered someone? He has not in any of the movies

@Weird Tales

I'm referring to comic Damian only, movie Damian is just a brat, and to be honest is alot better character. But his comic appearances sorta soured my whole perspective of him. He straight up cut Spook's head off without remorse, and noone was like "Hey that is sociopathic behavior, maybe he should get serious mental help!"

Jurassic World: Loose Ends

@Hysoka Since we're not actually on the island and haven't explicitly stated who all is present I reckon I can accept your CS. Unless someone is opposed? That said, before you post I recommend doing a once over to spellcheck, there were a few instances of missing characters in that CS.

But from this point forward, I will be pretty much only accepting CSs only for survivors already on the island.

Jurassic World: Loose Ends

The ferry approached the island to a scene that had not been seen in many years. Emptiness, the jetties of the ferry landing were completely abandoned save for a lone dimorphodon that sat perched at the edge and watched for several minutes as the ship approached before departing as it drew close, flying off towards the center of the island. From here it looked like any other small tropical island, and on this clear winter day it was actually kind of beautiful. Without hundreds of people at it's shores the only real indication of the park was the 'Welcome to Isla Nublar' banners that hung above the jetty.

Tuvya borrowed a pair of binoculars from the ship's captain as they came close to the landing. From the stairway next to the bridge he scanned across the jetty and onto what of the island he could see through the thick tropical forest. He was looking for any sign of survivors but was met with nothing, not a single sign of a living human. He noted an abrupt movement of the foliage near the waters edge that he only caught a glance of but dismissed it as likely wildlife, assuming any survivor on the island would be eager to get the attention of any passing ship.

The ferry passed by without incident and approached it's destination, hidden from the ferry landing by a copse of trees about a half a mile north stood the utility dock. As it came into view it's unremarkable features were revealed, a single roomed guard post and a utility shed set atop a large concrete platform the terminated at a dirt road that led onto the island proper. In addition a white and blue crane truck with the Jurassic World logo one the door and a similarly decorated forklift sat parked near the edge of the platform.

As the ship drew closer Tuvya stepped into the ship's bridge and grabbed the PA microphone, clearing his throat before pressing the button on the side and speaking. "If you look to the northeast you can see our destination, when we arrive we'll be disembarking the vehicles onto the utility platform. Once they're on the island the ferry will depart and we'll be stuck on the island until we're done. From there we'll cut across the golf course to get to 'Main Street' stopping at the clubhouse to search for any survivors in between."

He paused before continuing, "Main street might still be overrun with less than friendly dinosaurs, so be prepared for that, I'd defer to Mr. O'Malley on how to handle that eventuality. If you have any questions, now is the last time to ask."

He hung up the microphone and exited the bridge, continuing downstairs to the ferry's main deck. Where he leaned against the grill of the Unimog and reached for the cigar in his breast pocket before thinking better of it. Instead he just stared at the utility platform as the ferry closed in on it's destination.