Gowi

DC Universe: Age of Heroes (Dead)

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Well, for what's it worth I'm still here. Vandy appears to have one AWOL though.

@Blue Demon

Real life ate him.

Just remember folks, Maximum Comics is always looking for converts!

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Posted. Decided to keep it short for interactions sake.

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A sigh left David as he walked forward, hands shuffled in his pockets—and a loud noise echoed in the distance. David Levitski had been up long before the sunrise, a sort of habit that the aged detective had previously programmed into his everyday functions. The events leading up to where he was now didn’t change it. Apocalypse be damned, it wasn’t going to change how he operated and functioned no matter how old he got. A conversation with Thomas Wilton came to mind as these thoughts of “age won’t affect me” crossed David’s mind where the even older folk singer told him that he wouldn’t have a choice about it when the time came, especially with the physically demanding role that David lived for decades— eventually at the end of the line it would all catch up with him unless he was exceptionally lucky.

Yeah right.

The chances are that he was already falling apart, he just didn’t know it. He refused to see some “doctor” at the camp they had set up here at The Towers, and it wasn’t out of some fear of doctors or medicine; it was out of a feeling of extreme apathy. If he was going out, it was pointless to worry about it and honestly? He couldn’t care any less if it was painful or painless when it came. There was a void out there when it would happen and it wouldn’t really matter one way or the other. This line of thinking wasn’t one that came out often, but when it did it certainly put him harshly against those who believed in heaven and god.

But to David that was their problem if they had a problem with how he thought. Not exactly a “team player” line of thinking, but sometimes you had to be honest with people and not sugarcoat how you felt. That kind of bottled up anxiety only led to you wanting to jump off a cliff and go splat against the pavement below. The sort of anxiety that had caused people to meet their supposed maker plenty of times before… and that was before the epidemic that they called an “apocalypse” happened.

A sigh left David as he walked forward, hands shuffled in his pockets— and a loud noise echoed in the distance.

BANG!

Not an uncommon sound for David or really anyone who had survived the changing of society in the last five months or so, but that didn’t stop people like Nedine or Melissa from probably fearing for the worst and asking neurotic questions. David was sure one of them was prying someone if it was close or if there were bad people nearby. Perhaps it was a good thing that David wasn’t within earshot of said questions because he probably would answer them with a dull toned “Probably.”; not exactly the best thing to answer with to those kind of people.

But David had enough time to think for the morning; deciding to get to being productive, standing around wasn’t going to help anybody.

“Just another day.” He muttered under his breath.

Perhaps he would run into someone while on patrol of the interior and external walls; it’d be nice, considering the loss of supplies due to a supposed thief to run into said supposed thief and give them “retribution” for the stupid action against the community they had scorned and brought delusions that broke down trust between community neighbors. Personally, David didn’t care about the consequences of the persons actions he just knew what needed to be done when and not if he caught this individual—assuming it wasn’t from an outside source, of course.

“Be nice.” He muttered again, answering his own thoughts.

David had checked the perimeter of the community twice-over by now, and no matter what he looked for despite his detective pedigree he couldn’t quite seem to find any conclusive signs that confirmed his suspicions that the timely raid that had just occurred last week had been one that was facilitated by an inside job. Now David wasn’t a soldier, so he wasn’t sure what he was looking for on the perimeter but something in his gut had been rolling over on him and his impulse had served him well in the past. If he was right and the raid was an inside job then whoever it was had covered their tracks well; no chalk marking off unguarded entrance points (hell, David always thought that their security being unorganized was a bad idea since he joined the group). Perhaps it was just a matter of David not being sure what he was looking for.

Who would even be so stupid to endanger everyone like that anyway? Most of the individuals at the Towers were far from being so brash to do such actions.

A very audible groan left David’s lips as he ran his right hand through his hair.

“Guess I’ll head back to the main bits, check around and see what needs doing.” He thought as he turned from his current position and made way back to the main compound. Perhaps something would hit him as a revelation on the way there.

As he began to walk back, David’s detective pedigree started to go in effect as his mind began shuffling through these sort of mental notes that served as small dossiers on the residents that he had become familiar with for some time now. If there was something he retained from his life as a cop was faces, names, and an outline of information about them – though some people in The Towers could’ve been lying or keeping things to themselves; there was also the option that they weren’t trusting of David and he hadn’t gathered much information.

It was a hard thing to deduce, but if someone did do this to them; David would figure it out in time.

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But, unfortunately, I am going to have to say we are a little full right now. If you want I can PM you once we have an opening? But I feel a group of ten characters would easily get messy and disorganized. Sorry about that! But I'll keep you posted.

@Palindromatic

Yeah, nowhere mentioned in this thread.

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The statement was objective, not derogatory. Also, despite the comments later on the first page; the OP and author completely makes it clear that this role-play at its current state is not zombie survival horror. The author had the idea that "zombies later on would make a cool plot twist" but that's it. Not one sheet accepted has dropped the word of zombie or the context of surviving a zombie apocalypse.

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Definitely lacking reading comprehension. Also, I would also say it isn't a sheet that is on the level of everyone else here even subtracting that.

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Reading IC now, I will have something up today.

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It's just, I write a big paragraph and then think, "Oh, hey, remember that band, Evanescence? Yeah, let's binge-watch their music videos for the next hour." Then I remember I was writing something, but I also remember I still am not caught up with Game of Thrones or Daredevil and, by god, it's a viscous trap, that Netflix. Do you see my dilemma?

The post should be up soon. I'm 75% done it.

Also, @Hank, I hope it's alright with you that I added Sarah to the "Other Residents" list. I think I've gotten all other NPCs from the rest of the character sheets added. If anyone wants me to add any, let me know. There's seven more nameless people walking around The Towers right now, and they're open for name-giving.

@Palindromatic

Do you intend to write (or ask for) better descriptions for POV NPCs? It does read a bit awkward to see the "from David's perspective" on the general write-up for NPCs I made. If you need me to do I can add more descriptive write-ups for you unless you want to do it yourself.

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Yeah, that's fine. Everyone else can do that as well, if they want. You know, back in my day, we didn't have a whole extra page dedicated to character sheets. The times are a-changin'.

@Palindromatic

True that. It's refreshing to have an approved characters tab over another thread entirely, though. Now get with the IC makey now.

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David “Detective” Levitski

“They’re hungry and sick, yeah, so what, I have a solution right here with this baseball bat.”

Age
51

Gender
Male

Former Occupation
Police Detective

Appearance
By appearances sake, David Levitski looks like the opposite of who he is—his smiles seem genuine, his manners can seem perfectly charming, and he gives off the impression of a kind-hearted traditional cop. Even before the epidemic David kept himself in shape to keep himself on the level with the criminals he constantly dealt with and the truth remains in this “apocalypse” (though he just calls it Tuesday). For clothing preference, not much has changed except for a bit more tears and stains in his clothes which consist of a trenchcoat and scarf in colder seasons or a light jacket in the warmer seasons alongside unassuming buttoned or non-buttoned shirts and jeans or khakis. He does always prefer boots though.

Height
5'9"

Weight
174lbs

Affiliates
Annette Danes – The “leader” of the community and probably the hardest working politician David knows, which is a compliment given David’s disposition towards well… everybody. If nothing else, Annette Danes is the individual he most respects as when there is a problem she strives to fix it and is most certainly not afraid to get her hands dirty.

Melissa Reynolds – A high school teacher from David’s original group, relatively young and suffering from neurotic fits of temperament. She taught literature to 10th grade students before the apocalypse came.

Nedine Rivera – Despite all of David’s attitude and personality flaws, he has a certain enjoyment for hobbyists like Ned; a woman who has collected what she could of the books. It’s surprising that David doesn’t think the prose of old dead men are better suited to fuel for stoves or other equipment but perhaps that has to do with his positive feelings toward the former wordsmith. He probably thinks she talks too much, though.

Shelia Carter – No opinion, really; David probably thinks it is good that she minds her own business.

Richard Levitski – An idealistic former police officer who has a habit of being the best of the people around him despite having a frail physique—not that his uncle cares anything about him at all. To Detective Levitski he is nothing but an naïve mouth-breather who shouldn’t even be in the same time zone as him, despite the fact he is family even before the epidemic the former detective cared nothing for his family as he saw them as relentless chores to deal with and that is without mentioning his particularly toxic relationship with his brother that sired the idiot nephew he so depressingly seems to be stuck with.

Thomas Wilton – A retired folk singer who achieved minor fame some odd decades ago, he’s been with David since before the community was developed and despite his age strives to keep everybody’s spirits high through song and storytelling. Apparently worked as a plumber and general laborer after his music career failed him professionally.

Naz – Whoever Naz is, David likes her opinions. People should be armed, survivors should be cautious, and we need to do what we have to survive. That last one is important and the opinion is probably mutual.

Skills
As a career cop David has collected various skills such as familiarity with handguns & revolvers, investigation talents for picking up on clues in people as well as the environment, occasional lock-picking, and breaking limbs with baseball bats. Wait, what? Truth be told, David was not a “by-the-book” detective in his time and in fact is kind of “mostly corrupt asshole” detective where he was known to use intimidation and physical assault in many situations to get what he wanted. If the situation needed this arsonist to have a three broken fingers to get some information then David would break four. Despite this sense of ruthlessness, David is good at his job as his skills make obvious.

+ Criminology
+ Intimidation
+ Investigation
+ Lockpicking
+ Marksmanship (Handguns)

Strengths & Weaknesses
It is likely that the strongest personality traits David has are the ones that are the most despicable and unaesthetically pleasing such as his cynicism, tactless honesty, realism, and ruthlessness. He would rather kill someone than have them “waste” supplies, views the world as it is and not as it should be, and always strive for a hard-working diligence. These traits obviously put him at odds with others when they are shown, especially in abundance, though there is a utility to the way the polish-american detective is.

If his strengths are not a sort of double-edged weakness, then there are options to be perceived for what are. This includes his excessive nature to be prone to violence, his patronizing view of optimistic viewpoints, his short-sightedness when he is in a bad mood, and what some could view as a two-faced attitude towards others like in the instance he hates his own nephew but quite enjoys the company of Nedine Rivera.

In terms of habits and indulgences he also is fond of a good vodka whenever he can find it.

History
A man as long-lived as David Levitski could publish a novel of his escapades and life experiences alone. This of course is something David Levitski would rather not occur as he would rather not be judged by his new neighbors for what he achieved throughout his childhood and adulthood. Born to a Polish immigrant following the Second World War named Waclaw Levitski in 1963, David would be the eldest of several siblings raised in a lower income class household that had much conflict inside and out. His father was an abhorrent and abusive alcoholic who struggled from one job to the next—from general labor to distribution line factory work and so on thus when the next time his father lost a job nobody in the family was sure if they were going to leave the city they were used to or if another one in the area would repeat the process. It came to a point when David’s mother divorced his father and they moved to a more stable (relatively speaking) environment permanently around 1974.

David’s new environment was crime-ridden and tough on his mother, especially considering the stigma that still existed amongst divorced women trying to pick themselves up in the era. Perhaps it was here in his mother, Ashley Levitski, where David learned an admiration for hard work ethic since his father was so careless and arbitrary to the point where David didn’t care for him. In a chance encounter in the local park David found himself at odds when he attacked a boy over a name he called his mother to the point he told him that he would “erase his face” – he was interrupted before doing so by a police officer by the name of Thomas O’Reilly, who would be his first father figure.

The time passed in the inner city and under the guidance of the “old school” police officer David found himself joining the Police Department and aspiring to keep his burning temper under control within the confines of the law and if so necessary unleash it on those who deserved it—for not out of a sense of morality, but just desserts. David’s talents were soon discovered in these formative years as he found a knack for noticing things that other officers didn’t which eventually served him well when he was promoted to Detective fairly early on in his career, though due to politics and relationships with his superior’s daughter he found promotion climbing any further was quite unlikely. Still David found himself enjoying the work with every thumb he cracked or head he slammed into a table—as if he was exerting some weird power fantasy over his abusive childhood with his father. Nonetheless, time went on.

In time David found his younger brother, Richard, following in his footsteps—though in his time away from home his brother had taken to weird senses of optimistic morality and found himself clashing with his older brother during holiday gatherings in which they debated perspective. Admittedly, David was abrasive and patronizing towards his own sibling and likened his intelligence to inanimate objects in an attempt to give himself a reason to beat his brother down. However, Richard didn’t snap proving himself to be the better man. Still the siblings found themselves at odds with each other for many years up to through the childhood of Richard’s first son which he named after himself.

The time as a cop carried on and David continued to see people for how they really were—selfish, manipulative, deceitful, arrogant, pig-headed, out for themselves, and ultimately pretty terrible people. For every criminal he met he saw at least one aspect of his father in them which only made it all the easier to trait them with such vitriol. “Guilty until proven Innocent.” he figured about these people. As time toiled onwards things began to change such as his partner in the squadcar, shifting from “old school” detectives like Andrew Tate to “new school” detectives like Joseph Atkins and Miranda Beake. The world kept proving itself to David however and he never strayed from how he believed. The years moved on.

Eventually came the epidemic, and as he pushed himself from group to group with his small assortment of survivors (his nephew, a folk singer, a high school teacher, and a few others) collided with another in February of 2014. The rest of David’s story is ongoing and the past is mostly buried as he cemented himself within the community Annette Danes founded.

And so it continues…