Polyphemus

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

Nothing he had seen in medical school, in journals of medicine, or on the news had prepared Subhas for the reality of Pandora. The virus seemed to spread through the cafeteria only a little more slowly than the panic. He could hardly beleive his eyes- in only a couple of minutes there were no fewer than seven of those. . . things lurching menacingly towards the few who had been unable or unwilling to flee the room in the massive stampede.

Subhas ran through options in his mind. If everyone got out, he could lock and maybe barricade the doors from the outside to try and keep them from spreading further throughout the school. Yes, that seemed reasonable.

But there was still a few students in the cafeteria, seemingly trying to weigh their options. Subhas briefly thought about locking the brats in with the creatures- sacrifices had to be made for the greater good, and all that. But no, those things moved so slowly, so clumsily, that there wouldn't really be any way to justify it. There was time to try to save everyone.

"Hey! Hey, you ugly demons, over here!" he hollered at the seven zombies, hoping to distract them from the students. He picked up the lightweight plastic trash barrel and hurled it in the general direction of the undead. Not that he thought it'd do anything much, but with luck it'd turn their attention towards him instead, maybe even trip a couple of them up. "Run for it, children! I'm right behind you!" he advised. With luck, he would get them shambling towards him while the students ran, then Subhas himself would bolt out the door and get to work securing the entrances to the cafeteria. His plan was far from perfect, true, but it wasn't as though he had much time to think.

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

@Delta44
Subhas groaned as a student climbed up on the table, in the middle of what seemed to be a dramatic monologue of some kind. His ears perked up as the boy talked about. . .women? Like the pipsqueak was some kind of expert, with all of his seventeen years. The arrogance. Like I'm any kind of expert.

He shuffled over, stood on his tiptoe and gave the boy a tap on the shoulder. "Hey, duuude," he drawled his trademark phrase. "How about you get down from there? These are tables, not stages." He gave a wink to the other people at the table. "Besides, I'm not sure this is the guy you really want to go to. Not very worldly, not like your sex ed teacher Ms. Lincoln." He tapped the side of his nose. "Now why don't you pipe down and behave. It's no fun in detention, is it? Of course, when I was your age and dinosaurs roamed the earth, they used to cane us." He laughed. "I'd have loved to do detention instead of that."

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

"Hey, duuude, slow down!" the custodian hollered as yet another child rocketed past him at approximately too many miles an hour. "No need to run, this isn't gym class! I don't want to have to put you together again if you fall down, duuuude!"

The kid snickered a little at the comical elongation of the word dude, but he did slow down to a walk. Subhas Mukherjee allowed himself a moment of satisfaction- at least until the student caught up with his friends and began speaking in a stereotypical, slightly racist Indian accent. One of the little brats shot a glance back at Subhas- then, with a smirk, deliberately dropped several dirty napkins on the floor before walking away with a laugh.

Subhas shook his head, still forcing a smile on his face as he walked over and slowly knelt to pick up the trash. I have a PhD. I'm better educated than most of these teachers- better paid, too, there's only so many licensed boiler operators in the state of Oregon. And I'm still picking up after these racist little shits.

He dropped the napkins in the proper receptacle, before having a look around the place. At least the kids seemed to be in good spirits. He had followed the news of Pandora's spread first with interest, then with concern. A lot of the children didn't seem to fully grasp the gravity of what was going on out there- for that matter, a lot of the adults didn't either. The lockdown was a hardship, but probably not a bad thing on the whole.

He walked up to one table, the children there merely picking at their food instead of eating it. "Hey, c'mon, duuuuudes," he said, tapping on the table. "I know it's not great, but you growing kids gotta eat if you want to get big and strong!"

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

Subhas Mukherjee

Name: Subhas Mukherjee

Gender: Male

Age: 58

Occupation: Head Custodian

Sexual Orientation: Closeted and self-hating gay

Appearance:

Personality: Subhas is outwardly a friendly, approachable man. Indeed, it's not rare for students or even faculty to come to him for advice or simply a friendly ear. However, beneath it all he boils with resentment, envy, and hatred. He feels that he has been unfairly denied the things he wants and deserves, but keeps it all in check behind a milquetoast and soft-spoken personality.

Bio: Born in Mumbai in 1958, Subhas Mukherjee was a smart and precocious child who seemed destined for great things. However, his life seemed to be run by his domineering father- for instance, his vocal early crushes on male Bollywood stars and other boys were quickly beaten out of him. He grew up suppressing his own sexuality, forcing himself to be attracted to women (though he never married or had a serious relationship).

An excellent student, Subhas managed to gain admission to a medical school in Kolkata and studied for a medical degree, aiming to become a general practitioner. He studied diligently and graduated with honors. Like many of his peers, Subhas went overseas hoping to find meaningful employment. In his case, he hoped to practice medicine in the United States and gain respect and fortune.

It didn't quite work out that way. Virtually everywhere he applied at refused to accept his foreign medical degree. It took four years of applications up and down the West Coast, but ultimately Subhas ran out of patience (and savings) in Springfield, Oregon after being rejected by the McKenzie-Willamette Hospital. Without funds, he was forced to swallow his pride and take a janitorial job at the Fatehaven Academy, picking up after a bunch of spoiled brats who didn't appreciate what they had.

Having given up his dream, Doctor Subhas Mukherjee has spent nearly 25 years in this position. While he has found some satisfaction and pride in the job, he understandably can't help but feel his life was meant to be something better. Denied his dream job and any sort of romantic or sexual gratification, he keeps his resentment and anger in check and is seen as a harmless, wise old man.

Skills:
Medical Degree- It might be thirty years out of date, but the basics still apply. Subhas keeps up by reading medical journals and textbooks, and is able to competently treat injuries or ailments.

Custodial Experience- You don't spend 25 years in the same place without learning a thing or two about the campus. Knowing which door sticks, where to hide small items, and how to keep the outdated boiler from exploding can come in handy. Not to mention he's got the skill to make basic repairs or improvisations from minimal resources.

Weaknesses:
Instability- Subhas has been building anger his entire life that has never truly been released. He feels he's missed out on life and that the world owes him something, and that now that the world is ending he should probably collect.

Aging- In his late fifties, Subhas isn't up to the kind of prolonged physical exertion that wouldn't faze a younger man. While he's still fairly strong, don't expect this man to be running any marathons.

Inventory:

Passcard
Gerber multitool
Cheap mobile phone
Leather wallet with ID cards and $28 in cash
Wristwatch
Housekeys
Clothing: Gray coveralls, white undershirt, boxers, socks, work boots, glasses

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

Subhas Mukherjee

Name: Subhas Mukherjee

Gender: Male

Age: 58

Occupation: Head Custodian

Sexual Orientation: Closeted and self-hating gay

Appearance:

Personality: Subhas is outwardly a friendly, approachable man. Indeed, it's not rare for students or even faculty to come to him for advice or simply a friendly ear. However, beneath it all he boils with resentment, envy, and hatred. He feels that he has been unfairly denied the things he wants and deserves, but keeps it all in check behind a milquetoast and soft-spoken personality.

Bio: Born in Mumbai in 1958, Subhas Mukherjee was a smart and precocious child who seemed destined for great things. However, his life seemed to be run by his domineering father- for instance, his vocal early crushes on male Bollywood stars and other boys were quickly beaten out of him. He grew up suppressing his own sexuality, forcing himself to be attracted to women (though he never married or had a serious relationship).

An excellent student, Subhas managed to gain admission to a medical school in Kolkata and studied for a medical degree, aiming to become a general practitioner. He studied diligently and graduated with honors. Like many of his peers, Subhas went overseas hoping to find meaningful employment. In his case, he hoped to practice medicine in the United States and gain respect and fortune.

It didn't quite work out that way. Virtually everywhere he applied at refused to accept his foreign medical degree. It took four years of applications up and down the West Coast, but ultimately Subhas ran out of patience (and savings) in Springfield, Oregon after being rejected by the McKenzie-Willamette Hospital. Without funds, he was forced to swallow his pride and take a janitorial job at the Fatehaven Academy, picking up after a bunch of spoiled brats who didn't appreciate what they had.

Having given up his dream, Doctor Subhas Mukherjee has spent nearly 25 years in this position. While he has found some satisfaction and pride in the job, he understandably can't help but feel his life was meant to be something better. Denied his dream job and any sort of romantic or sexual gratification, he keeps his resentment and anger in check and is seen as a harmless, wise old man.

Skills:
Medical Degree- It might be thirty years out of date, but the basics still apply. Subhas keeps up by reading medical journals and textbooks, and is able to competently treat injuries or ailments.

Custodial Experience- You don't spend 25 years in the same place without learning a thing or two about the campus. Knowing which door sticks, where to hide small items, and how to keep the outdated boiler from exploding can come in handy. Not to mention he's got the skill to make basic repairs or improvisations from minimal resources.

Weaknesses:
Instability- Subhas has been building anger his entire life that has never truly been released. He feels he's missed out on life and that the world owes him something, and that now that the world is ending he should probably collect.

Aging- In his late fifties, Subhas isn't up to the kind of prolonged physical exertion that wouldn't faze a younger man. While he's still fairly strong, don't expect this man to be running any marathons.

Inventory:

Passcard
Gerber multitool
Cheap mobile phone
Leather wallet with ID cards and $28 in cash
Wristwatch
Housekeys
Clothing: Gray coveralls, white undershirt, boxers, socks, work boots, glasses

I hope this is acceptable.

Dead School: Deaducation (Closed)

Would you allow a character that's staff rather than faculty? A custodian, or nurse, or something like that?

Dead School or: Any Interest For a Zombie Apocalypse RP Set in A School?

Yeah, sure, sounds fun and better thought out than your average zombie RP.

Dead School or: Any Interest For a Zombie Apocalypse RP Set in A School?

I might throw in.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

Hey @Polyphemus, is there any chance Cesare sent Crow on a specific mission instead of waiting for her to choose one? She's not too keen on choosing her missions when she's in employee mindset and as much as she'd deny it, she does think of Cesare as an employer of sorts.

@Frettzo

Yeah, we can do that. PM me and we'll hash out a few ideas.

Nemesis 13- Original Universe Supervillains

How much money was the Argus team sent in with? Will we have to haggle it down, like the weapon guys?... Well, I mean, of course we will, but what numbers are we looking at?

@Sombrero

Argus is the kind of classy, careful criminal who wouldn't accept a briefcase full of cash, he's more about wire transfers and offshore accounts. Cesare didn't give you a specific budget, so it's up to you whether or not you think five million is a fair price for what he's offering (one secret identity and a promise to work on the others).

Of course, you could just grab him and beat Damselfly's identity out of him, spending no money in the process.