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Should we start in one or two small groups of survivors and then bump into each other causing... *dramatic pause*... the merge? I think that'd make it seem like less of a coincidence that a bunch of separate individuals all gathered at one place at the same time and became a pack. When you say "events shall unfold" do you mean that the RP will kick off with something like the survivors trapped together in a building by walkers?
Sarge said
As for the beginning of the RP, I'm thinking that rather than instantly be in the middle of New Orleans itself, we should meet up in the town of Slidell, which is just to the north-east across the lake. This means we can play out moving into the city itself, as well as deciding what route we'd take into the city (bridge, boat, etc). You can take a look at Slidell on Google Maps, it seems like an interesting suburban setting, and there's some canals and things around too for extra fun.
When you say "meet up" do you mean we just all come across each other or it was some sort of planned meeting? From what gather, the beginning would be the formation of the group of survivors, right?
Name: David Sharpe
Age: 46
Nationality: American (Caucasian)
Occupation (pre-outbreak): Store Clerk
Appearance:
David isn’t heavily muscled or incredibly skinny, he falls somewhere in the middle. He stands at about 5' 10". His hair has greyed, though a few strands of black hair have survived. It is unkempt and medium in length. David has a grown out “horseshoe” mustache which has the same coloration as his hair. He always wears an unbuttoned, tattered jean jacket over his faded, yellow New Orleans Saints T-Shirt. He also wears khaki pants and black sneakers, both are dirtied in various ways.
Personality:
David is untrusting to those outside of his group. He’s cautious and conservative, always urging to group to take only what’s needed and to be extremely careful. First impressions of David make him seem like a really nice guy, but when you spend enough time with him his true colors show through. David puts survival before morality and humanity, willing to do horrible things to undeserving people if it means he'll live another day. Stagnancy is not an option for David, he always tries to make things happen. He is normally positive, but never too optimistic. He can be brutally honest about the hopelessness of situations. David is usually nice and understanding, unless you don’t agree with his ideas. When he thinks up a plan it is usually half-assed and requires a lot of improvisation to execute, though he expects everyone to play a long. He’s a kind-hearted guy, but agitating him is not a difficult task to accomplish. David can be easily provoked into dropping his good-natured, sincere demeanor and becoming a very cruel individual.
History:
When the outbreak hit, David was a single dad with a son. His wife had passed away a few years prior in a car accident, sparking a drinking problem. He originally lived in Mississippi, but traveled a lot with his son in post-outbreak America. While making their war out of Mississippi, David’s son was bitten by a walker and David himself had to put him down. Losing his son took a toll on David, he never gets a full night’s sleep. His son's death whirled David into a violent rage, though he's simmered down since (though not entirely). During his travels he was responsible for the robbing and death of a few innocent people, for which he now feels remorse. Eventually, he arrived in New Orleans and came across Marcus Calderón. Though David doesn’t like or trust strangers, he was desperate for companionship and decided to team up with the man. After traveling together for about a week, they came across Lee Richardson shortly after he was run out of his hideout by walkers.
Useful Skills:
A good shot with firearms, a skilled scavenger.
Inventory:
3L Leather Water Bladder
Candy Bar x3
Canned Goods x6
A hatchet
A small survival knife
A hunting rifle, 3 rounds of ammunition
A flashlight
A photo of his wife and child.
Other: N/A
Age: 46
Nationality: American (Caucasian)
Occupation (pre-outbreak): Store Clerk
Appearance:
David isn’t heavily muscled or incredibly skinny, he falls somewhere in the middle. He stands at about 5' 10". His hair has greyed, though a few strands of black hair have survived. It is unkempt and medium in length. David has a grown out “horseshoe” mustache which has the same coloration as his hair. He always wears an unbuttoned, tattered jean jacket over his faded, yellow New Orleans Saints T-Shirt. He also wears khaki pants and black sneakers, both are dirtied in various ways.
Personality:
David is untrusting to those outside of his group. He’s cautious and conservative, always urging to group to take only what’s needed and to be extremely careful. First impressions of David make him seem like a really nice guy, but when you spend enough time with him his true colors show through. David puts survival before morality and humanity, willing to do horrible things to undeserving people if it means he'll live another day. Stagnancy is not an option for David, he always tries to make things happen. He is normally positive, but never too optimistic. He can be brutally honest about the hopelessness of situations. David is usually nice and understanding, unless you don’t agree with his ideas. When he thinks up a plan it is usually half-assed and requires a lot of improvisation to execute, though he expects everyone to play a long. He’s a kind-hearted guy, but agitating him is not a difficult task to accomplish. David can be easily provoked into dropping his good-natured, sincere demeanor and becoming a very cruel individual.
History:
When the outbreak hit, David was a single dad with a son. His wife had passed away a few years prior in a car accident, sparking a drinking problem. He originally lived in Mississippi, but traveled a lot with his son in post-outbreak America. While making their war out of Mississippi, David’s son was bitten by a walker and David himself had to put him down. Losing his son took a toll on David, he never gets a full night’s sleep. His son's death whirled David into a violent rage, though he's simmered down since (though not entirely). During his travels he was responsible for the robbing and death of a few innocent people, for which he now feels remorse. Eventually, he arrived in New Orleans and came across Marcus Calderón. Though David doesn’t like or trust strangers, he was desperate for companionship and decided to team up with the man. After traveling together for about a week, they came across Lee Richardson shortly after he was run out of his hideout by walkers.
Useful Skills:
A good shot with firearms, a skilled scavenger.
Inventory:
3L Leather Water Bladder
Candy Bar x3
Canned Goods x6
A hatchet
A small survival knife
A hunting rifle, 3 rounds of ammunition
A flashlight
A photo of his wife and child.
Other: N/A
“Eat up, kiddo. That’s all for this month.” Carter handed the remaining rations to his son, who took a glance at them then stared back at his father.
“What’re you going to eat?” The child said with a stern expression.
“I’m not hungry...” Carter responded, smiling warmly. Seeing his answer didn’t satisfy his son’s expectations, Carter’s smile faded a bit. He sighed and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “You don’t need to worry about me, Henry. I want you to have it... eat up.”
Henry sighed, a fake smile on his face. Carter nodded, walking to the door. Without facing his son he spoke to him, “I... uh... I have to get goin’. Y’know... the social’s tonight and I’m already late.” He waited for Henry to reply, the boy was silent. “Love you too.” Carter said bitterly, exiting his miniscule cabin.
Carter stuffed his hands into his pockets, walking out in the rain. He kept his head tilted down, his shoulders stiff and hunched over. Rain rushed down his face, soaking into his scruffy, grey beard. He glanced up as he passed through the market square, taking notice of its vacancy. Carter decided he liked it better this way, absent of his neighbors. That realization triggered pondering of the oddity of him showing up at a place like the social. He wasn’t particularly liked in the community and he didn’t particularly like the community. “Do it for Henry...” He muttered under his breath, as if he was worried that some unseen fellow would hear him.
Carter arrived at the social. Besides some glances of disdain, his entry went unnoticed. Carter combed his fingers through his sopping hair, scanning the room for Mina. He halted his search for the medic to get a drink.
Carter had no tokens, they had all been spent on rations and his rations were depleted. He grunted, turning his pockets out in vain. He then spotted a man and a woman sitting at a table, they were laughing, enjoying their beverages. Carter’s eyes drifted to the tokens on the tabletop... he really wanted that drink.
Without hesitation, Carter walked over to the table. The man turned his head, the woman did the same. They both knew Carter, which was a bad thing.
The man frowned, “What do you want, Carter?”
Carter smiled innocently, rubbing the back of his neck, “Just sayin’ hi to my pal, Jack. It is a social afterall...”
The man narrowed his eyes, “It’s James.”
Carter’s heart sank. James turned back to the woman. They continued their conversation, ignoring the desperate, haggard man who wanted a drink. Carter glanced again at the tokens, one of his brilliant “plans” brewing in his head.
Carter started walking away, but after taking a few steps he tripped on some imaginary substance. He staggered back to the table, falling on it.
“What the hell?!” James exclaimed, standing up.
Carter laid there for a moment, then looked to James. “I tripped... sorry ‘bout that.”
James gritted his teeth, speaking with an agitated tone, “Just... get off the table...”
Carter nodded, and stood up. He glanced down at his soaked boots. “Shit... damn shoes keep comin’ untied...” Carter kneeled down to tie his shoe. He picked up James’ tokens he intentionally knocked from the table during his fall and pocketed them.
Carter finally got his drink that he longed for. He turned and examined the room, taking sips from his cup as he looked for Mina. He spotted the small crowd Mina had collected and made his way toward their table. As he made out faces, he went through their names in his head:
Big Guy With the Hammer... Mechanic... Guy with a “C” Name... Teacher Guy...
He made it to the table before he was able to complete the list in his head. Carter just stood beside Sean, crossing his arms. He awaited recognition.
“What’re you going to eat?” The child said with a stern expression.
“I’m not hungry...” Carter responded, smiling warmly. Seeing his answer didn’t satisfy his son’s expectations, Carter’s smile faded a bit. He sighed and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “You don’t need to worry about me, Henry. I want you to have it... eat up.”
Henry sighed, a fake smile on his face. Carter nodded, walking to the door. Without facing his son he spoke to him, “I... uh... I have to get goin’. Y’know... the social’s tonight and I’m already late.” He waited for Henry to reply, the boy was silent. “Love you too.” Carter said bitterly, exiting his miniscule cabin.
Carter stuffed his hands into his pockets, walking out in the rain. He kept his head tilted down, his shoulders stiff and hunched over. Rain rushed down his face, soaking into his scruffy, grey beard. He glanced up as he passed through the market square, taking notice of its vacancy. Carter decided he liked it better this way, absent of his neighbors. That realization triggered pondering of the oddity of him showing up at a place like the social. He wasn’t particularly liked in the community and he didn’t particularly like the community. “Do it for Henry...” He muttered under his breath, as if he was worried that some unseen fellow would hear him.
Carter arrived at the social. Besides some glances of disdain, his entry went unnoticed. Carter combed his fingers through his sopping hair, scanning the room for Mina. He halted his search for the medic to get a drink.
Carter had no tokens, they had all been spent on rations and his rations were depleted. He grunted, turning his pockets out in vain. He then spotted a man and a woman sitting at a table, they were laughing, enjoying their beverages. Carter’s eyes drifted to the tokens on the tabletop... he really wanted that drink.
Without hesitation, Carter walked over to the table. The man turned his head, the woman did the same. They both knew Carter, which was a bad thing.
The man frowned, “What do you want, Carter?”
Carter smiled innocently, rubbing the back of his neck, “Just sayin’ hi to my pal, Jack. It is a social afterall...”
The man narrowed his eyes, “It’s James.”
Carter’s heart sank. James turned back to the woman. They continued their conversation, ignoring the desperate, haggard man who wanted a drink. Carter glanced again at the tokens, one of his brilliant “plans” brewing in his head.
Carter started walking away, but after taking a few steps he tripped on some imaginary substance. He staggered back to the table, falling on it.
“What the hell?!” James exclaimed, standing up.
Carter laid there for a moment, then looked to James. “I tripped... sorry ‘bout that.”
James gritted his teeth, speaking with an agitated tone, “Just... get off the table...”
Carter nodded, and stood up. He glanced down at his soaked boots. “Shit... damn shoes keep comin’ untied...” Carter kneeled down to tie his shoe. He picked up James’ tokens he intentionally knocked from the table during his fall and pocketed them.
Carter finally got his drink that he longed for. He turned and examined the room, taking sips from his cup as he looked for Mina. He spotted the small crowd Mina had collected and made his way toward their table. As he made out faces, he went through their names in his head:
Big Guy With the Hammer... Mechanic... Guy with a “C” Name... Teacher Guy...
He made it to the table before he was able to complete the list in his head. Carter just stood beside Sean, crossing his arms. He awaited recognition.
Appearance:
Seth has a slim build, standing at about 5’ 10”. His eyes are a dull grey and he dyed his hair the same color to compliment them, always conscious of his appearance. Most of his clothes are elegant, expensive, and all matching his hair/eye color. His hair is short and unkept, going off in all directions.
Name: Seth McCulluch
Alias: Jynx
Age: 29
Personality:
Seth is a narcissistic, bratty, flamboyant, scoundrel. Most of his actions are for his own amusement and usually result in unrelated people getting hurt in some fashion. He is very egotistical, thinking himself to be flawless and untouchable. Due his luxurious life (that he’s been living since birth) he believes most citizens of Anthem are far below him. Seth has a very deceitful nature. He is cunning and intelligent, though his vanity and “must have fun” attitude can sabotage some of his plans. Seth takes pride in destroying, torturing, and spiting those beneath him. Seth McCulluch is known publicly as a refined, intelligent, business man. Jynx is known as a conniving, spoiled, psychopathic, terrorist.
Gender: Male
History:
Inheriting riches from his father Seth lives, and has always lived, a luxurious life. He grew up getting everything he wanted, always priority. When Seth was at the age of ten his mother was admitted to an insane asylum after trying to stab her husband, watching her go took its toll on him. Though the scars left by his mother’s episode and disappearance were deep, they were buried by showers of gifts and attention received from all around him.
Seth’s father passed away from a terminal illness when Seth was at age twenty-two. Losing the only person he cared about tore Seth up inside, but externally he was better than ever. After the death of his father the successful business “McCulluch Industries” was now his. He uses most of the profit for his own entertainment and funding the terrorist attacks. He got involved in the terrorism movement because it gave him something to do. Seth doesn’t care all that much about their cause, but he loves what they do.
Occupation: Owner of “McCulluch Industries”
Faction: Terrorist
Other:
He has a scar on his palm from his mother’s crazed slashes. He always wears a grey glove on his right hand to cover the imperfection.
Seth has a slim build, standing at about 5’ 10”. His eyes are a dull grey and he dyed his hair the same color to compliment them, always conscious of his appearance. Most of his clothes are elegant, expensive, and all matching his hair/eye color. His hair is short and unkept, going off in all directions.
Name: Seth McCulluch
Alias: Jynx
Age: 29
Personality:
Seth is a narcissistic, bratty, flamboyant, scoundrel. Most of his actions are for his own amusement and usually result in unrelated people getting hurt in some fashion. He is very egotistical, thinking himself to be flawless and untouchable. Due his luxurious life (that he’s been living since birth) he believes most citizens of Anthem are far below him. Seth has a very deceitful nature. He is cunning and intelligent, though his vanity and “must have fun” attitude can sabotage some of his plans. Seth takes pride in destroying, torturing, and spiting those beneath him. Seth McCulluch is known publicly as a refined, intelligent, business man. Jynx is known as a conniving, spoiled, psychopathic, terrorist.
Gender: Male
History:
Inheriting riches from his father Seth lives, and has always lived, a luxurious life. He grew up getting everything he wanted, always priority. When Seth was at the age of ten his mother was admitted to an insane asylum after trying to stab her husband, watching her go took its toll on him. Though the scars left by his mother’s episode and disappearance were deep, they were buried by showers of gifts and attention received from all around him.
Seth’s father passed away from a terminal illness when Seth was at age twenty-two. Losing the only person he cared about tore Seth up inside, but externally he was better than ever. After the death of his father the successful business “McCulluch Industries” was now his. He uses most of the profit for his own entertainment and funding the terrorist attacks. He got involved in the terrorism movement because it gave him something to do. Seth doesn’t care all that much about their cause, but he loves what they do.
Occupation: Owner of “McCulluch Industries”
Faction: Terrorist
Other:
He has a scar on his palm from his mother’s crazed slashes. He always wears a grey glove on his right hand to cover the imperfection.
Are you still accepting CS's for the terrorist faction?
Sounds really cool so far! I also like the New Orleans idea for a setting, but I have a few questions. Will you kill off characters very often or occasionally? I think the "Character can die at any moment" concept is great, but will characters just die and die every few posts or last long enough to give their deaths some meaning/impact? Also, (since you mentioned Telltale) are you planning to make the RP Episodic? Again, I really like the idea overall and I hope to take part in it.
Thanks! I appreciate it! It's my second. I figured it'd be a good opposite to yours.
Age: 29
Name: Seth "Jynx" Craver
Gender: Male
Race: White
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195lbs
Eye Color: A dull grey
Hair Color: Dyed to match his eye color
Body Type: Slim. No notable scars or blemishes.
Inheriting riches from his father Seth lives, and has always lived, a luxurious life. He is very flamboyant and always keeping himself preoccupied. After his father's death, losing the only one he cared for took a toll on him. Seth owns his father's company, using most of profit for his own entertainment. He often sends people down into the poorer part of town, offering loans that cannot possibly be repaid. The many that are in-debt to Seth run his "other company" which consists of human and drug trafficking. While taking advantage of the poor folk, he adopted the nickname "Jynx" which is what he is called by most in the slums. He developed a reputation in the rich part of town that is separate from his alter-ego, Jynx. Seth Craver is known as an intelligent, refined, business man. Jynx is known as a psychopathic, bratty, crime lord.
Name: Seth "Jynx" Craver
Gender: Male
Race: White
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195lbs
Eye Color: A dull grey
Hair Color: Dyed to match his eye color
Body Type: Slim. No notable scars or blemishes.
Inheriting riches from his father Seth lives, and has always lived, a luxurious life. He is very flamboyant and always keeping himself preoccupied. After his father's death, losing the only one he cared for took a toll on him. Seth owns his father's company, using most of profit for his own entertainment. He often sends people down into the poorer part of town, offering loans that cannot possibly be repaid. The many that are in-debt to Seth run his "other company" which consists of human and drug trafficking. While taking advantage of the poor folk, he adopted the nickname "Jynx" which is what he is called by most in the slums. He developed a reputation in the rich part of town that is separate from his alter-ego, Jynx. Seth Craver is known as an intelligent, refined, business man. Jynx is known as a psychopathic, bratty, crime lord.
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