Komo

Dehumanized

Laura Miller

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August 18, 2039 10:00 AM
Central Brooklyn

As Laura walked around the city, going into abandoned buildings, one after another, she found very little items worthy of note. She had gone in restaurants, smaller diners, grocery stores, apartments, and most of them had already been scavenged by bandits or the many other travellers roaming the streets. Expired food, useless items like toys or storybooks of subjects long past were the pick of the day. Expired food had long since rotten, and these storybooks were no longer needed, an artifact of the past. Many of these buildings were but a shell of their existing self, and those that survived the shelling, were not much better. Although intact, they too suffered the fate of the rest of buildings among them. Abandoned.

While searching around in a grocery store in one of the many deserted streets filled with wreckage of cars, she happened to chance upon a pair of bandits walking around like they owned the road. These bandits never learnt. They didn't had to, not many people dared to stand up to them anyway. Well, in a way it was great for her, that they did not. It made hunting them alot easier being the dumb arrogant nuts that they were. One of them was carrying the same assault rifle she was using as well. Perfect. More ammunition.

Using the grocery store as cover, Laura began taking aim before firing away the bandits. Her first shot took the pair by surprise, and the first fell in shock. Unfortunately, she had missed the mark, and only managed to wound him somewhere in his torso. A shootout then occurred among the three of them, the resounding cracks of gunshots echoing throughout the city.

The two bandits were pinned in their only cover in the streets, while she had the freedom to move around through the store, and after several more rounds of exchanged gunfire cracked around, she got the better of them.

She run to check the corpses for potential loot, scavenging whatever ammunition they had left from the fight. It was then that she heard the ear-splitting scream. It made her jump with fright, and rifle in hand, she ran towards the source of the sound, trying to figure out whatever made that unearthly sound.

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@SepticGentleman @Horrid

Hey you guys in NYC, interested in meeting up?

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Laura Miller

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August 18, 2039 9:30 AM
New York City

Laura was somewhere in the ruins of the once bustling city of New York. She was in an small abandoned eatery somewhere near the roadside. Outside, the corpses of two bandit raiders stood eternal guard by the door, as a fatal warning to any who might want to enter. These were scum, the villainy that now roam the wastelands, preying on the less fortunate.

She had her assault rifle slung behind her back, as she began to search the premises for supplies of any sort. Anything she could find to trade would prove helpful. She doubt that there'll still be any food left, but it didn't hurt to check. One of the bandits had a pocket radio on him, and it provided her with more than just silence.

I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart
In my heart I have but one desire
And that one is you no other will do

The raiders had hardly anything on them. Seems like they were foraging for stuff as well. She had surprised them and gunned them down without mercy. These raiders deserved no mercy as they themselves granted none. The diner fared slightly better as she managed to find some knives, dull but still somewhat sturdy. Wrapping them and placing them in her backpack, she moved to leave the diner when she came across the sounds of excited chatter and uncontrollable laughter.

Three raiders were walking down the street, talking loudly and laughing away as though nothing worried them in the world. They were foolish, and that would be their undoing. Swinging her rifle towards her front as rested it on one of the ruined window sills, she took aim, and fired, with the song still playing on the radio in the background.

I've lost all ambition for wordly acclaim
I just want to be the one you'd love
And with your admission that you'd feel the same
I'll have reach the goal I'm dreaming of believe me
I don't want to set the world on fire
I just want to start a flame in your heart

The gunshots echoed in the city, as the bandit in the front, dropped dead. The other two started to panic, and attempted to rush for cover, but that particular street they were on offered little cover, and they couldn't figure out where the shot was coming from. Several shots later, they too followed their comrade into the afterlife as she picked them off easily enough. Slinging back the rifle, Laura exited the diner as she moved to search the belongings of the new set of raiders.

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Frak. I didn't realised there were IC posts up already. Will get mine up ASAP.

FARCRY Elobey Isles (Dead)

Laura woke up, disoriented and dazed. The environment was strange and unfamiliar to her as her eyes gradually focused on the surroundings. Her ears gradually picked up the sound of water. As she tried to move her body, she realised that half of her body was underwater. Then it all came back to her, the accident. The plane crashing as it plummeted towards the surface. She was lucky to even be alive. Not many others had such luck. It was then that she heard the groaning of the twisted metal wreckage as it groaned, threatening to sink ever so slowly into the water, blocking her path.

She began to panic, before remembering the saying her brother had often used to say. "Only when one is calm, can one overcome adversity." She began to calm down, as her brains worked overtime, figuring a way out of this mess. Her first thought was to submerge herself underwater, taking a look at the situation underwater.

Thankfully, there was a gap between the wreckage submerged underwater. This would where the swimming lessons her father had forced her to learn, would come in handy. Swimming to the gap, she curled herself as small as she could, struggling to fit herself within the gap. Eventually managing to squeeze through the gap, she swam clear of the wreckage, surfacing and taking a deep breath.

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@Penguin

Alot more characters today, interesting! :)

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@Drake Baku

I'm pretty sure nomadic means moving from settlement to settlement, and sedentary, means your character settles down in one place, instead of travelling around.

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Name: Laura Miller
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Standing at 5 foot and 6 inches, and weighing around one hundred and forty-six pounds, her shoulder-length hair is a shade of honey blonde, and is usually tied up into a ponytail, Her skin is fair from the lack of sunlight, and her eyes an icy blue. She can normally be seen dressed up in military gear and outfits, items she found long ago in an abandoned vault.

Brief Personality:

Laura has a cheerful and bubbly disposition that usually brightens up the people she meets. She is hardworking and honest and always completes whatever she sets out to accomplish. Down-to-earth yet mischievous, she loves teasing people she knows. Her jokes are otherwise harmless, meant more for the fun factor than anything else. She is always seen as the joker of the group, even when nobody finds her jokes funny. A trustworthy and loyal friend, she is one to confide in and a good listener. She is prone to being over-emotional at times and that can lead to impairment of judgement when making certain decisions. A character who appreciates and understand the value of having fun, she can always be seen having fun whenever she can, making the most of what she has in her current circumstances.

Backstory:

Laura was but five when the bombs fell. Born into a world she had hardly spent much time in, she was quickly ushered into another as she was ushered into an underground vault shelter together with family. These vaults were built in limited number and can could only fit so many people in them. Only those wealthy enough to purchase spots had been allowed in. Billions of those too poor to afford them died outside of the vaults when the bombs fell. She was considered of the lucky few who had managed to escape annihilation thanks to money. Money, which hardly mattered anymore. Most of the world was now a wasteland, riddled with toxic irradiated areas. She was eighteen, when a riot broke out between two groups who had very differing views on how ruling should be done in the vault. Laura and her family belonged to the minority group, and eventually lost the battle, causing the majority group to be elected the new government. They exiled their opponents, the minority, and Laura and her family were exiled from the safety of the vault.

The group was not used to the harshness of the way had turned into, and many fell prey to the harsh weather and environments, if not the bandits prowling the wastelands. What remained of the group, grew stronger, and more hardy against the new world. In this case, the saying "What does kill you makes you stronger" describes the situation perfectly. The survivors eventually grouped up together, fighting off bandits and another wild creatures. Laura lost her parents in a massive bandit raid a few years ago, and she was stricken with grief for a period of time. The band grew smaller, but eventually lucked smiled upon them as the small group chanced upon an empty vault. Exploring the vault, they eventually came across its armoury, still in fact and stocked with weapons. The group picked their share of weapons and left, now more equipped to fight off the bandits than ever. The members of the group left, trained each other in the use of guns and other survival tactics, having surived until this point in time. Eventually, the group splintered off, all walking off in their own separate ways and Laura came to wander in the wasteland, moving from settlement to settlement, looking for something what exactly, she didn't quite know yet.

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Alone or with someone: Alone

Any Unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Heightened Senses and Reflexes. It proves her with an extremely keen sense of awareness and agility. It is not seen physically unless witnessed in action.

Weapons: A machete, a Sig Sauer P226 pistol, Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle

Skills: Survival skills, which include camping, hiking, cooking and hunting. She had learnt gun handling and marksmanship when she was still with the group to fight off bandits and dangerous wild creatures. She quickly discovered that she was a great shot with guns, aided by her heightened senses and reflexes. Her stamina is impressive, and she is also well-versed in close-quarters combat.

Other: She carries around a backpack containing her essential supplies.

The Apartment Building | Survival Horror

Hi guys, sorry I have to drop out.

This is going way too fast for me to catch up.

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Here is my CS :D
Let me know if there is anything I need to change or something :P

Laura Miller

Name: Laura Miller
Age: 25
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Standing at 5 foot and 6 inches, and weighing around one hundred and forty-six pounds, her shoulder-length hair is a shade of honey blonde, and is usually tied up into a ponytail, Her skin is fair from the lack of sunlight, and her eyes an icy blue. She can normally be seen dressed up in military gear and outfits, items she found long ago in an abandoned vault.

Brief Personality:

Laura has a cheerful and bubbly disposition that usually brightens up the people she meets. She is hardworking and honest and always completes whatever she sets out to accomplish. Down-to-earth yet mischievous, she loves teasing people she knows. Her jokes are otherwise harmless, meant more for the fun factor than anything else. She is always seen as the joker of the group, even when nobody finds her jokes funny. A trustworthy and loyal friend, she is one to confide in and a good listener. She is prone to being over-emotional at times and that can lead to impairment of judgement when making certain decisions. A character who appreciates and understand the value of having fun, she can always be seen having fun whenever she can, making the most of what she has in her current circumstances.

Backstory:

Laura was but five when the bombs fell. Born into a world she had hardly spent much time in, she was quickly ushered into another as she was ushered into an underground vault shelter together with family. These vaults were built in limited number and can could only fit so many people in them. Only those wealthy enough to purchase spots had been allowed in. Billions of those too poor to afford them died outside of the vaults when the bombs fell. She was considered of the lucky few who had managed to escape annihilation thanks to money. Money, which hardly mattered anymore. Most of the world was now a wasteland, riddled with toxic irradiated areas. She was eighteen, when a riot broke out between two groups who had very differing views on how ruling should be done in the vault. Laura and her family belonged to the minority group, and eventually lost the battle, causing the majority group to be elected the new government. They exiled their opponents, the minority, and Laura and her family were exiled from the safety of the vault.

The group was not used to the harshness of the way had turned into, and many fell prey to the harsh weather and environments, if not the bandits prowling the wastelands. What remained of the group, grew stronger, and more hardy against the new world. In this case, the saying "What does kill you makes you stronger" describes the situation perfectly. The survivors eventually grouped up together, fighting off bandits and another wild creatures. Laura lost her parents in a massive bandit raid a few years ago, and she was stricken with grief for a period of time. The band grew smaller, but eventually lucked smiled upon them as the small group chanced upon an empty vault. Exploring the vault, they eventually came across its armoury, still in fact and stocked with weapons. The group picked their share of weapons and left, now more equipped to fight off the bandits than ever. The members of the group left, trained each other in the use of guns and other survival tactics, having surived until this point in time. Eventually, the group splintered off, all walking off in their own separate ways and Laura came to wander in the wasteland, moving from settlement to settlement, looking for something what exactly, she didn't quite know yet.

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Alone or with someone: Alone

Any Unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Heightened Senses and Reflexes. It proves her with an extremely keen sense of awareness and agility. It is not seen physically unless witnessed in action.

Weapons: A machete, a Sig Sauer P226 pistol, Heckler & Koch G36 assault rifle

Skills: Survival skills, which include camping, hiking, cooking and hunting. She had learnt gun handling and marksmanship when she was still with the group to fight off bandits and dangerous wild creatures. She quickly discovered that she was a great shot with guns, aided by her heightened senses and reflexes. Her stamina is impressive, and she is also well-versed in close-quarters combat.

Other: She carries around a backpack containing her essential supplies.