DefectiveMelon
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Ok thanks, my post will be up shortly
Marc zipped up his jacket. It didn't do much to keep him warm, but it was all he had, so he kept it on nonetheless. He walked slowly down the street, observing the hustle and bustle that one grew accustomed to on Itar III. Marc lived in the center of the city, or at least he used to. He had just been evicted, unable to pay rent because he lost his job in the starship factory... 5 months ago. With so many people on the planet, honest jobs weren't easy to come by, which is why crime rates were so high. However, Marc's housing situation was the least of his worries as, in order to make ends meet, he had to borrow from Lars, a local crime lord with a reputation for having quite the short temper. The only options left open for Marc were to work for Lars, or run from him. Marc decided that getting even further involved with that man was a terrible idea so last night he told his few friends that he would be leaving for good. It was with a heavy heart and a feeling of defeat that Marc made his way for Selenis Starport. With hundreds of ships taking off or landing at any moment, it was assured that one would be willing to add Marc to its crew.
Sorry, I'm a little confused with the timeline. Has the sanctuary been set up yet or no?
3 or 4 sounds good to me. If we're gonna be a rag-tag group we'll need... well, a group xP
-Name: Max Henry
-Age: 24
-Appearance: [Searching for a picture] Max is 5' 10" , has moderately light skin, and unkempt black hair. His eyes are green. He typically wears jeans and a t-shirt with a warm sweater over it. He also carries his backpack at all times
-Convenient previous occupation/hobby: Outdoorsman/Logger
-Starting equipment: His handy Logging Axe:
and his backpack with a small amount of food and a simple med kit.
-Bio: Max had lived for several years in a small cabin just on the outskirts of the city with his close friend Greg. They lived off the land, dealing with the occasional zombie but never anything major. However, one day they woke up to a horde of Z knocking down their door. They had prepared for this, and so they quickly made towards the roof, where there was ladder leading down. They went down and bypassed the crowd of zombies which was rising in number. Max and Greg made their way towards the city quickly. When they arrived they took a moment to catch their breath in an abandoned building. That's when they realized that the city was no longer the haven they usually expected it to be, as more zombies emerged from the darkness and clambered towards the duo. Greg shot two in the head, but missed doing serious damage to the others. Max fended some off with his axe, but it wasn't enough - A zombie took hold of Greg and bit down on him as he was trying to reload. Max stood petrified as he watched the zombies move closer and turn their focus towards Greg. There was nothing that could be done - Max had to run. And so he did just that, he ran through the city as it died around him. He eventually found a temporary safehouse until he ran out of supplies. He moved on, eventually stumbling upon The Sanctuary.
-Age: 24
-Appearance: [Searching for a picture] Max is 5' 10" , has moderately light skin, and unkempt black hair. His eyes are green. He typically wears jeans and a t-shirt with a warm sweater over it. He also carries his backpack at all times
-Convenient previous occupation/hobby: Outdoorsman/Logger
-Starting equipment: His handy Logging Axe:
and his backpack with a small amount of food and a simple med kit.
-Bio: Max had lived for several years in a small cabin just on the outskirts of the city with his close friend Greg. They lived off the land, dealing with the occasional zombie but never anything major. However, one day they woke up to a horde of Z knocking down their door. They had prepared for this, and so they quickly made towards the roof, where there was ladder leading down. They went down and bypassed the crowd of zombies which was rising in number. Max and Greg made their way towards the city quickly. When they arrived they took a moment to catch their breath in an abandoned building. That's when they realized that the city was no longer the haven they usually expected it to be, as more zombies emerged from the darkness and clambered towards the duo. Greg shot two in the head, but missed doing serious damage to the others. Max fended some off with his axe, but it wasn't enough - A zombie took hold of Greg and bit down on him as he was trying to reload. Max stood petrified as he watched the zombies move closer and turn their focus towards Greg. There was nothing that could be done - Max had to run. And so he did just that, he ran through the city as it died around him. He eventually found a temporary safehouse until he ran out of supplies. He moved on, eventually stumbling upon The Sanctuary.
Protagonist said
Say, DefectiveMelon, may I ask what kind of job you'd want?
I will probably go for the Logger if only because i like the idea chopping down trees in order to crush zombies
I would so be down for this action
CS
Name: Marc Glover
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Marc is a calm and collected man who prefers strategy to rash action. He tends to keep to himself. Many mistake this as a blunt rudeness but he doesn't mean anything by it - it's simply the way he is. He is, however, very protective of and close to those he considers his friends.
Job: Bounty Hunter - Mercenary
Bio: Marc grew up on the planet of Itar III, well known for the large amount of criminal activity that occurs on the planet. He was raised well enough by his parents, however, living on Itar, it was difficult not to get into trouble. Marc had been in fights multiple times in order to protect himself and others from various seedy characters. He found that he was an adept fighter and so he trained his abilities. Fast forward several years and Marc is in a bit of a financial bind. He owes money to a local loanshark but is unable to pay off his debts. Rather than let himself become just another victim of the rampant crime on the planet, Marc heads to the starport looking for work on the first ship heading off the planet.
Hope this is good, I assumed that the bounty hunters would be independent for a little while before joining up with everybody else.
Name: Marc Glover
Age: 29
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Marc is a calm and collected man who prefers strategy to rash action. He tends to keep to himself. Many mistake this as a blunt rudeness but he doesn't mean anything by it - it's simply the way he is. He is, however, very protective of and close to those he considers his friends.
Job: Bounty Hunter - Mercenary
Bio: Marc grew up on the planet of Itar III, well known for the large amount of criminal activity that occurs on the planet. He was raised well enough by his parents, however, living on Itar, it was difficult not to get into trouble. Marc had been in fights multiple times in order to protect himself and others from various seedy characters. He found that he was an adept fighter and so he trained his abilities. Fast forward several years and Marc is in a bit of a financial bind. He owes money to a local loanshark but is unable to pay off his debts. Rather than let himself become just another victim of the rampant crime on the planet, Marc heads to the starport looking for work on the first ship heading off the planet.
Hope this is good, I assumed that the bounty hunters would be independent for a little while before joining up with everybody else.
I will jump on the space pirates bandwagon :D
I appreciate the love :D
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