Alexander stands at 6'2, weighing in at around 180 pounds. He has an athletic build due to obvious exercise, but is still slim due to not having an abundance of food regularly. He has broad shoulders, a defined bone structure, and long legs and arms. His hair is a dark brown, and his eyes are a bright blue color. His complexion is fair, slightly paler now due to the season. He usually adorns a bit of stubble on his face, cutting it with the sharpest thing he can find when his facial hair gets too long. As for his hair, he keeps it rather short, just long enough where you can't really grab it too easily. His clothing is depicted in the picture, wearing combat boots, faded jeans, a jacket (although his is leather), a plain black sleeve-less shirt underneath, and a black and white bandanna around his neck.
The world as we know it has gone to hell... in a hand basket
It is the year 2074, and humanity as we know as it far different than what only the oldest remember it as. But let's not get ahead of ourselves... You need to know what happened first.
It was 2021, and the new president of America had been elected. This is the setting of our campaign. Technology was booming, the economy was getting better and America was on it's way to lead a global movement in reducing nuclear arms. One by one, other countries agreed and there were plans on the way to get rid of all nuclear warfare. A path for a brighter future, a one without the tools to wipe out mankind in a few mere hours. However, this didn't stop others from trying.
Enraged by this new act of peace, and suspicious of true intentions, terrorist groups plotted in secret to create their own weapon of mass destruction. It wasn't nuclear however... it was biological. A new type of fungus was being mutated. The fungus was commonly found in ant colonies and spiders, controlling them and having them attack and even eat their own kind. Scientists had been working on this for years, but these past few months and funding pushed them to a breakthrough. After several trials, they created a strain that worked on humans. The fungus spread in them, slowly, before killing them in about two or three day's time. The fungus would still grow inside however, eventually controlling the body and inhabiting it. An invasive species, it took over the body and had one goal in mind... Kill other living things, especially humans, and eat them.
The terrorists mass produced this fungus, making it airborne if the spores were to burst. These spores and their gas were concentrated into bombs, and later shipped overseas to Mexico where they would be transported across the border and into major cities. The first was Austin, a popular cafe in down town blowing up and noxious fumes spreading in a mile radius. Some were wounded and killed on impact by the suicide bomber, but many suddenly turned ill after inhaling the fumes. Soon, those that inhaled the fumes died in hospital beds, and their families mourned them. Dozens, killed by this chemical warfare. Two similar cases popped up in Miami and New Orleans, and the president made a public address. It was to shut down borders and do close screenings of any potential terrorists. But the deed was done, and it was too late...
The dead were reanimating, and there were several cannibalistic attacks in hospitals throughout the south. People with pale faces and a glazed over look, running after people and tackling them, scratching at them, hitting them, biting them... The world was in shock. Many were dead, others injured, and the south was in chaos from the "drug-induced" outbreaks that were occurring. But before they knew what was happening it was too late... The disease spread. Across the country there were outbreaks popping up everywhere, in other countries the disease was spreading. Martial law, travel bans, and eventually bombings of cities were being used to contain the outbreak. The zombie apocalypse was upon us... and as more zombies roamed the streets than humans, and soon heavily outnumbered them, it was evident that this epidemic had taken over the earth.
It is 53 years later, and honestly? We're pretty screwed. Things haven't gotten any better. Rations are always low, very few safe havens are even left. Rumors spread that some are in California, Texas, Maine, even Alaska, but most if not all are just that. Rumors. The threat of the zombies are still apparent, but with time we have learned how to deal with them. At least, better than before. We're not clueless, but that doesn't make them any more dangerous. Cities are still in ruins, and the new threat of other humans is almost as bad as the zombies. Gangs of raiders, killing people, raping their women, stealing their stuff and leaving without a second thought. Humanity has surely turned it's back on itself.
You, but have one job: Survive.
Overview:
This is a post-apocalyptic world, where zombies outnumber humans in some places 100:1, depending on the original population of the area. You are a survivor, if this wasn't apparent. The background, age, etc. of your character is up to you (just don't be ridiculous). All accepted characters will start off in a safehouse about 40 miles west of Philly. I'm not going to be strict with landmarks and geography, just for the purpose of knowing generally where we are. I will make up names of places. This is my world, so I can do that. So ha.
However you managed to get yourself to that safehouse, whether you were a raider scouting out the place, a person wandering by, an inhabitant, I don't care. The point is that you were there when everything went to shit. A horde of zombies were moving through the area and stumbled upon the safehouse. It's literally a small gas station in a suburban area, so it wasn't the safest safe-house in the world, mind you. The place was overrun, and your characters managed to escape. You guys are the only survivors, and none of you have anything on you besides the clothes on your back and whatever you were wearing at the time. No weapons, no supplies, nothing, You guys don't get jack shit. Because I'm evil like that.
Before the place got overrun, there was a radio broadcast about a place free of zombies... A whole city in fact. But this city happens to be in Wyoming. None, some of your characters may not know where the hell that is, let alone even know that a state named Wyoming existed. This, my friends, is where our story begins. I will gently guide you along, and I will have my own character in the group. The rest is up to you. As mentioned before, this is a mature, serious, detailed role-play. Your one and only job is to survive. What you do besides that is up to you.
A few rules:
First and foremost, I am the GM. I am only human, so I am always up to debate and suggestion, but at the end of the day what I say in the campaign goes. I am the final word. If you don't like it? I'm not forcing you here. I only wish to create a good story and have fun with others, and I will make my best personal judgement to keep it running that way.
This is a high-casual to low advanced roleplay. I want details people. I want character development, story, meaning. I want something to work with. Now, I don't need 7 paragraphs every single time you post. That's tiring. If you want to, by all means, more power to you. However, I don't want to see any half ass few sentence post or one-liners. Make your own personal judgement of quality over quantity, and make a sufficient post length.
We are all here to have fun. Enjoy ourselves. If we weren't, then why would we be here? So have fun.
As far as posting goes, I get that people are busy sometimes. I do. You may post often, as long as a majority of the group has posted already. (I don't want two or three people posting 50 times before the other half of the group has time to respond). That being said, if you are going to be busy for an extended period of time, let me know. I will either make your character wander off, play him for you, or whatever else we come to agreement at. If you are gone for an extended period of time and you don't contact me, I will most likely kill off your character. Sucks to be you.
This is a mature roleplay. Here is a list of things that this roleplay will probably include.
Death and Murder
Violence
Shootings
Cursing
Physical Violence
Bombs
People being lit on fire
Zombies
Zombies eating people
People being assholes to each other
Vehicular manslaughter
Sarcasm
Drug and alcohol use
References to drugs and alcohol
References to nudity
References to rape
And basically anything else that's pretty real life. As for the more sexual things, this isn't porn. I'm not going to shove nudity and rape and sex into people's faces. There will be a bare minimum of such things, in regarding to details, for such scenes. If anybody would like to continue any further or go more into detail, they are asked to go into PM. I want the details to be saved for more tasteful things... like murder.
Final and one of the most important rules... In being that this is realistic, the reality is that some of your characters may die. If you do something stupid, if somebody back stabs you, or if you are just at the wrong place at the wrong time, your character may perish. Now if you are smart about this, you may not die as often, or at all. If you do manage to die, you are free to make up another character and we can put the new one back into the story. I will also be keeping a kill count.
Actions have consequences, remember that people.
Zombie information:
Name:The fungus strain that turns people into zombies is known as F.I.S, of Fungal Invasive Species. It is nicknamed and known as Zed, the other name is purely scientific.
How it spreads:The infection can only spread in one of two ways. The first, and most common, is by bodily fluid. If a zombie bites you, their saliva will get into your blood stream. Soon, you too will be a zombie. If zombie blood happens to splatter into an open wound, you are infected. If any zombie fluids gets into your bloodstream, you will be infected. This includes being bit, blood getting into open wounds, ingestion of infected material, injection of infected blood, all that happy stuff.
The other way, and the one that started it all, is airborne. Now this isn't as common now, but when large clumps of the fungus itself groups up and does not have a viable host (the zombie decays and eventually dies), the spores will be released steadily into the air to try and infect others. In open spaces, you'd have to be really close. In closed spaces, this is harder to avoid. The spores in the air last about a day and the spores will then die off. If more are clumped up, they may last longer and cover a wider area. Prolonged exposure to the airborne spores will result in infection.
Note that the spores will not activate right away, and will only start spreading 24 hours after a zombie has died. The only way to prevent this is to burn the body, which kills off the spores and prevents them from spreading.
Physical capabilities: These aren't walking dead zombies, these things can run. Granted, they are not sprinting and you can mostly likely outrun one, but they aren't limping slowly towards you either. They are not as coordinated as humans, and may trip, stumble, run into things. They can also not climb very well, and cannot jump at all. As far as physical strength goes, there are slightly weaker than the original infected person. As time goes on, deterioration will cause zombies to get slower and weaker before eventually dying.
Zombies are not as sight dependent as we are, making them excellent night time hunters. They use their senses of sight, hearing, and smell equally as well. While not being as sight dependent may make their hearing and sense of smell better, they cannot perform any super human feats of hearing a pin drop from 10 miles away.
As far as intelligence, they don't have a lot, thank god. They are instinctual hunters, and constantly roam around, stumbling, searching for prey. Some simply wander, ignoring other zombies, while some have taken to stick in packs over the years. Once they can tell prey is near, they let out a horrible moaning/screeching sound, and will then start chasing after prey. They will only stop when they have lost the prey and cannot find it, or if they are eating it. They are persistent. Moans from other zombies may attract attention, so if one sees you and lets out a scream, others might soon come looking for you if any are nearby.
Name: First and last
Age: By year
Gender: Don't make it tumblr complicated please
Appearance: Picture and description is recommended, but description only must be detailed and pictures must be of real people or realistic drawings.
Note: Everything else below will only be seen by me and the creator and will not be posted in the CS section, as this information will come to fruition in the roleplay.
History: Don't make it too long, but don't just half ass it either. I don't want to know every detail, as the fun of a character is to explain the details through story. This part will not be posted on the Character Sheet section and is only used for my judging of a character. I want you all to roleplay an learn about each other, not know somebody's life story already before we even begin.
Survivor occupation: What did you do before you came to the safehouse? Were you part of an organized group, struggling to survive? Were you part of a safe city that got over run? Are you simply on your own? Were you with a loved one and got separated? Maybe you were part of a gang? Be detailed about what group you were a part of, your role in the group, and what you did as part of that group.
Preferred zombie-killing weapon: If your character could have any feasible weapon to kill zombies with, what would it be and why?
Motivation: Lastly, why does your character survive? What makes them wake up every day and continue to live? What sparks life in them and drives them to be them? What is their goal, if they have one, in a sense.
Please PM me your character sheet completely filled out and I will review it.
Alive:
Alexander Storm- played by yours truly
Flynn Holmes- played by Kidd
Madeline Thompson- played by sMoKe
Jayson Voss- played by ThirdHourIII
David Linklater- played by manifoldmandala
Dead:
Nobody... yet
Roleplaying expectations:
I expect that everybody will be fair and friendly to a certain degree. What I mean by this, is that we won't be god modding all over hell's creation. This is a survival roleplay. Your character will make actions and decisions that you will control. I am the one that controls the outcome of certain situations, based on the factors in play. No I will not puppet everybody around and just do whatever I want. I am simply here to guide, and the story goes along based on how you give it direction.
Now some actions you can easily do without needing my approval. Having your character, walk, talk, eat, sleep, all that. But, if your action would be, say, to try and shoot at somebody and kill them, you may only attempt it. Whether you hit the person is not instant or guaranteed. Any similar actions, such as combat in particular, will go like this... Your character wants to do something. Hit something. Jump across a rooftop. Whatever. Something reasonably difficult to do or that affects another player or NPC. You have to try and do it first. There is a chance you might fail, and in real life, the decision is not always up to you.
Yes I know this explanation may be confusing and hard to understand, but here's the general purpose of it all: Use common sense. You want to ride your bike down the street? Go for it. Will you be guaranteed that nothing will happen on the way? No. You want to punch somebody in the face? Sure. Will you knock him out in one punch? Most likely no. You want to fire your pistol at a small crowd of zombies in front of you? Go for it. Will you kill every single one and make it out alive? Maybe. Just be reasonable here.
If you have any questions, concerns, delusions, dilemmas, just let me know. I won't be a hard ass and make it a challenge to do anything, but I'm not gonna let you walk through zombie hordes with just a sword like some ninja and slaughter dozens of them untouched without breaking a sweat. Such privileges must be earned.
And with all that being said, I leave you with this thought:
It is human instinct to survive. We have the fight or flight instinct in us. But we cannot fight unless we're fighting for something, and we cannot take flight unless we value life enough to keep it safe. We want to live... but is surviving really living?
Alright, there's enough interest now I believe. The OOC will be up tonight once I get out of work in 6 and a half hours.
Much of it will be the same, except there will be a character sheet skeleton of course.
Again, if anybody has questions, please let me know. If we have enough people I may need co-gn assistance, so please message me if interested in the position if it becomes available.
It was two weeks after the events that occurred at the Gala. The Gala was a very expensive dinner party, and as one of the wealthiest and important people in the city, he had prime VIP seating. It was more of a casual affair, but with any meeting among the top 1%, there are always business and politics flying about. The party was going without a hitch, until the unwanted happened... tensions got high, new found powers flying left and right as several were injured, three dead. It was a disaster. Ashton, with the help of his personal bodyguard, managed to escape the incident with mere scratches. In the two weeks prior, Conway industries stocks plummeted. As the owner, CEO, and face of the company, usual business partners refused to buy from him due to his abnormalities. The usual expensive shopping areas, clubs, and restraints he frequented were closed off to him. The bank refused to hold his money, and he had to transfer it to a joint account with his Vice President. He was reduced to staying indoors, going on the occasional drive in his Lamborghini, the streets he used to own seeming oh so unfamiliar. There was a meeting between those affected at the Gala, and he planned on going. But before he did that, he had to make sure the company lived on until this mess was sorted out. A few hours before a meeting with the others from the Gala, there was a separate meeting between Conway executives in a discrete location in the city. Since lots of protestors and rioters were outside Conway industry's main building, to try and avoid hazard, they moved the meeting to one of the smaller office buildings in the city. Ashton also brought his bodyguard, Luna, with him, the same one that had accompanied him in the Gala. She was part of the Guardians, a major buyer of his arms. They had sent her to personally accompany him, as most of their firearms came from him.
Luna was not sure what had happened. One moment, they were at the gala, and then next, they were subjected to complete and utter chaos. She remembered the scene quite vividly. She was accompanying Ashton Conway, one of Guardian's most trusted sources of weaponry and client. She had already known the man prior to the gala, given how many transactions they had with the man. When it happened, she had managed to escape with the client and then hide for a while, finding out more about her powers. A symbol had appeared on the nape of her neck which was hidden by her hair. It was in the shape of a lightning bolt and was colored black. However, when she attempted to activate her powers, it turned into an electrifying blue. She wasn't sure whether to fear this new power or embrace it. She learned to do the latter. Though, it became increasingly evident that their newfound superpowers weren't exactly accepted by most of the people. She had accompanied Ashton when he attempted to get into shopping areas, clubs and the likes but they were blocked off because of being one of them. She watched as his business went down because multiple business partners decided to withdraw their claims on his products. Everything had hit rock bottom for him. Luna could say the same for herself. She had contacted HQ about her conditions and they said that they couldn't help, not unless she manages to get out of the country and fly back to them. She understood why. Actively helping her might cause some of their clients to not go to them for bodyguards anymore. And so, Luna was stuck helping Ashton. Well, he had the money anyway... but then again, money isn't exactly a very important commodity to them. There was a meeting between those affected in the gala. Ashton planned on going so Luna was naturally going as well.
"Here, you can drive. Just don't scrath the paint."
Luna looked at the lamborghini with an impressed look. "Wow, I have never driven a lamborghini before... or at least, not the newer ones." Usually, the other rich people had drivers so she only ever rode in them which was impressive in its own regard. She slid into the driver seat and then watched Ashton starting the engine and the doors closed. She let out a small chuckle. "Uh... I can promise you that much." Her hands immediately going to the seatbelt and clicked it into the lock. She looked over at Ashton, "Can't have us getting pulled over after all."
She then held the wheel and then stepped onto the gas. Her driving was pretty smooth but obviously showed that she wasn't used to this kind of car. She wasn't rich and she didn't even own a car, just a motorcycle that was parked back at HQ. "Where are we headed again?"
"There's a meeting across town, in one of the clubs near there. It's a shady part of town, but it was the place they would least expect a bunch of rich people to have a meeting at. Hopefully this meeting goes off without a hitch." Ashton exclaimed, pushing the face of his smart watch. He put in the coordinates for the club, the speaker on the watch coming to life.
"In five miles, turn left on 2nd Street."
"The power of GPS. Hopefully it doesn't careen us into a ditch." Ashton chuckled, sighing and leaning back in his seat. He checked himself in the mirror, smoothing over his jacket and his hair. He had to look presentable for the meeting after all.
"It is a life saver... unless it does give us wrong coordinates." Luna muttered as she followed the instructions the GPS was giving her. A meeting huh? That was the one where all of them were involved wasn't it? The ones who were at the Wildlife Charity Gala. She was quite looking forward to what they thought they should all do. Were they thinking of leaving? Convincing everyone that they were still the same people they were before, but more powerful?
"What are you looking for in the meeting?" She asked Ashton. "Answers?" She questioned why he would risk going to a shady part of town and going to a meeting filled with superpowered individuals. It might also lead to a trap wherein the building would blow up all of a sudden because of some anti-them attacks.
"No, not answers... I doubt any of us have answers." Ashton said after a while, looking at his hand. He could feel himself regaining feeling, the marks slowly disappearing from his arm. "I know it could be a trap, but it's something I need to risk. We are the only ones of our kind, and if we split up we will be picked off and slaughtered like dogs. We need to group up and stick together, because we're the only ones that are for us now." Ashton said solemnly, looking out of the window.
"You want us, the outcasts, to stick together huh?" Luna thought about it. He had a point. No one would stand up to them. Not the government, not their 'friends'... they could only rely on each other because they knew how each other felt. They were stuck in a state of solitude, being shunned by nearly everyone around them. But they could find companionship with their own - their kind. "Yeah, I get that."
"I used to lead a life that anybody would dream of. Billions of dollars, head of a successful company at 19. Lots of fancy cars, the nicest clothes, the best food, an expensive penthouse in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I thought I had everything. Now? It doesn't mean jack shit. My money can'y buy me shit anymore, and it sure as hell ain't saving my ass. Now I literally have nothing. I want to... I want to get away from this. This constant reminder of what was. That, and I doubt staying in the city is good for our health either..."
"In 2 miles, turn left onto grape street."
"I really appreciate the help you know. I know you didn't have to stay with me. After this meeting, I'm relieving you of your duty. I'm sure you want to go home or something. I don't know." Ashton looked out the window as he said this, looking at the strip clubs and drug dealers on street corners. They were getting close.
She listened to him rambling on about his life story. She appreciated him speaking - it filled the silence after all. She agreed with what he said. Money didn't have any use to them now. They can't even enter many establishments now. It's weird. They both had their lives hanging on money, it was the only necessity that they knew they really needed. After all, money can give you anything. To have it suddenly lose its sole purpose for you can be jarring. That much is obvious from his story, and Luna could understand where he was going from this.
She turned to the street, eyes catching on to the multiple bars and shady people hanging around. Oh, this place was familiar. This was her place. She grew up in these kinds of streets, much to the dismay of her mother. She fought in these kinds of streets before, beating up anyone who dared try to fight her. Drugs had been prevalent there but she never did try it. It would only ruin lives. She spared a glance at Ashton when he said that he was relieving her of her duty. "Tch, did you really think I wouldn't leave you after the gala? I tried. But I don't have anywhere else to go." She then gave him a little grin. "I'm stuck with you, whether I like it or not."
"Awe, and I thought maybe it was my nice personality and charming good looks that kept you around. But nope, I'm just your only option." Ashton chuckled, opening and closing the hand that was paralyzed, the marks all but gone now. "Well, I'll be glad to have you around then I guess. I know you've saved my ass one or two times before. Let's just make it a back and forth thing. I guard you, you guard me. It's fulllllllproof." he said, looking outside his window at the club.
"Keep dreaming kiddo. You'd need more than just that to get me to stay without good reason." Luna said, rolling her eyes at the male's remarks. He was definitely amusing. She guessed this wouldn't be so bad. "Yeah, that plan sounds good." Though she guessed that was the plan they both agreed to subconsciously before.
"You have now arrived at your destination."
"Well, our plan may be fullproof, but maybe I should have made the car bulletproof. It's bad enough trying not to get shot here, even without the powers."
Luna looked outside, watching the people go by. "In this place, they respond to power. No worries, they wouldn't attack us for no reason..." She then looked back to the inside of the car. "Well, except for stealing this nice ride." Aside from that, she guessed no one would really try to harm them for anything. But only a display of power would send them away with their tails between their legs.
"Yeah, if anybody even lays a finger on this thing, I will risk paralyzing my whole body to throw them to the fucking moon." Ashton chuckled, half joking as he took the keys out of the ignition and stepped out of the car. He went around the other side, opening the door for Luna. "After you. It seems like we're the first ones here. You seem like the type of person these kind of people would listen to. Why don't you get us a table in the back room or something?"
"Sure thing." Luna stepped out of the car and then walked towards the club. She looked at the bouncer who gave her a simple look-up. He didn't seem to mind the assault rifle slung around her shoulder. She then gestured to Ashton who was behind her. His eyes sparked with recognition and then stepped aside to give them way.
"Hmm, so it's that easy huh. Even in this part of town" Ashton whispered to himself, noting that the bouncer didn't even blink at the assault rifle. Was this really nothing new to him?
"Don't cause any trouble." He said with a gruff voice.
"Wouldn't dream of it." The bodyguard replied. With that, they were inside the club. Blinding strobe lights filled the room along with the high volume music that were blasted out of the speakers. She certainly didn't like these kinds of places but these were places she frequented because of the jobs. She pulled aside one of the waiters there and then whispered him something and then pressed her hand to his side. He quickly nodded and then led them towards the room where the meeting would be held. Once inside, Luna opened her hand to show the money she promised him.
He bowed and then asked, "Is there anything you would want?"
"A few drinks, just set them out before our guests arrive. After that I don't want to be disturbed..." Ashton whispered, slipping a few hundred dollar bills into his hand. "Are we clear?"
"Certainly sir. Your drinks will be ready soon." And with that, the waiter left them to an empty table. Ashton walked over, sitting at the head of the table, putting his feet up on it and his hands behind his head.
The world as we know it has gone to hell... in a hand basket
It is the year 2074, and humanity as we know as it far different than what only the oldest remember it as. But let's not get ahead of ourselves... You need to know what happened first.
It was 2021, and the new president of America had been elected. This is the setting of our campaign. Technology was booming, the economy was getting better and America was on it's way to lead a global movement in reducing nuclear arms. One by one, other countries agreed and there were plans on the way to get rid of all nuclear warfare. A path for a brighter future, a one without the tools to wipe out mankind in a few mere hours. However, this didn't stop others from trying.
Enraged by this new act of peace, and suspicious of true intentions, terrorist groups plotted in secret to create their own weapon of mass destruction. It wasn't nuclear however... it was biological. A new type of fungus was being mutated. The fungus was commonly found in ant colonies and spiders, controlling them and having them attack and even eat their own kind. Scientists had been working on this for years, but these past few months and funding pushed them to a breakthrough. After several trials, they created a strain that worked on humans. The fungus spread in them, slowly, before killing them in about two or three day's time. The fungus would still grow inside however, eventually controlling the body and inhabiting it. An invasive species, it took over the body and had one goal in mind... Kill other living things, especially humans, and eat them.
The terrorists mass produced this fungus, making it airborne if the spores were to burst. These spores and their gas were concentrated into bombs, and later shipped overseas to Mexico where they would be transported across the border and into major cities. The first was Austin, a popular cafe in down town blowing up and noxious fumes spreading in a mile radius. Some were wounded and killed on impact by the suicide bomber, but many suddenly turned ill after inhaling the fumes. Soon, those that inhaled the fumes died in hospital beds, and their families mourned them. Dozens, killed by this chemical warfare. Two similar cases popped up in Miami and New Orleans, and the president made a public address. It was to shut down borders and do close screenings of any potential terrorists. But the deed was done, and it was too late...
The dead were reanimating, and there were several cannibalistic attacks in hospitals throughout the south. People with pale faces and a glazed over look, running after people and tackling them, scratching at them, hitting them, biting them... The world was in shock. Many were dead, others injured, and the south was in chaos from the "drug-induced" outbreaks that were occurring. But before they knew what was happening it was too late... The disease spread. Across the country there were outbreaks popping up everywhere, in other countries the disease was spreading. Martial law, travel bans, and eventually bombings of cities were being used to contain the outbreak. The zombie apocalypse was upon us... and as more zombies roamed the streets than humans, and soon heavily outnumbered them, it was evident that this epidemic had taken over the earth.
It is 53 years later, and honestly? We're pretty screwed. Things haven't gotten any better. Rations are always low, very few safe havens are even left. Rumors spread that some are in California, Texas, Maine, even Alaska, but most if not all are just that. Rumors. The threat of the zombies are still apparent, but with time we have learned how to deal with them. At least, better than before. We're not clueless, but that doesn't make them any more dangerous. Cities are still in ruins, and the new threat of other humans is almost as bad as the zombies. Gangs of raiders, killing people, raping their women, stealing their stuff and leaving without a second thought. Humanity has surely turned it's back on itself.
You, but have one job: Survive.
Overview:
This is a post-apocalyptic world, where zombies outnumber humans in some places 100:1, depending on the original population of the area. You are a survivor, if this wasn't apparent. The background, age, etc. of your character is up to you (just don't be ridiculous). All accepted characters will start off in a safehouse about 40 miles west of Philly. I'm not going to be strict with landmarks and geography, just for the purpose of knowing generally where we are. I will make up names of places. This is my world, so I can do that. So ha.
However you managed to get yourself to that safehouse, whether you were a raider scouting out the place, a person wandering by, an inhabitant, I don't care. The point is that you were there when everything went to shit. A horde of zombies were moving through the area and stumbled upon the safehouse. It's literally a small gas station in a suburban area, so it wasn't the safest safe-house in the world, mind you. The place was overrun, and your characters managed to escape. You guys are the only survivors, and none of you have anything on you besides the clothes on your back and whatever you were wearing at the time. No weapons, no supplies, nothing, You guys don't get jack shit. Because I'm evil like that.
Before the place got overrun, there was a radio broadcast about a place free of zombies... A whole city in fact. But this city happens to be in Wyoming. None, some of your characters may not know where the hell that is, let alone even know that a state named Wyoming existed. This, my friends, is where our story begins. I will gently guide you along, and I will have my own character in the group. The rest is up to you. As mentioned before, this is a mature, serious, detailed role-play. Your one and only job is to survive. What you do besides that is up to you.
A few rules:
First and foremost, I am the GM. I am only human, so I am always up to debate and suggestion, but at the end of the day what I say in the campaign goes. I am the final word. If you don't like it? I'm not forcing you here. I only wish to create a good story and have fun with others, and I will make my best personal judgement to keep it running that way.
This is a high-casual to low advanced roleplay. I want details people. I want character development, story, meaning. I want something to work with. Now, I don't need 7 paragraphs every single time you post. That's tiring. If you want to, by all means, more power to you. However, I don't want to see any half ass few sentence post or one-liners. Make your own personal judgement of quality over quantity, and make a sufficient post length.
We are all here to have fun. Enjoy ourselves. If we weren't, then why would we be here? So have fun.
As far as posting goes, I get that people are busy sometimes. I do. You may post often, as long as a majority of the group has posted already. (I don't want two or three people posting 50 times before the other half of the group has time to respond). That being said, if you are going to be busy for an extended period of time, let me know. I will either make your character wander off, play him for you, or whatever else we come to agreement at. If you are gone for an extended period of time and you don't contact me, I will most likely kill off your character. Sucks to be you.
This is a mature roleplay. Here is a list of things that this roleplay will probably include.
Death and Murder
Violence
Shootings
Cursing
Physical Violence
Bombs
People being lit on fire
Zombies
Zombies eating people
People being assholes to each other
Vehicular manslaughter
Sarcasm
Drug and alcohol use
References to drugs and alcohol
References to nudity
References to rape
And basically anything else that's pretty real life. As for the more sexual things, this isn't porn. I'm not going to shove nudity and rape and sex into people's faces. There will be a bare minimum of such things, in regarding to details, for such scenes. If anybody would like to continue any further or go more into detail, they are asked to go into PM. I want the details to be saved for more tasteful things... like murder.
Final and one of the most important rules... In being that this is realistic, the reality is that some of your characters may die. If you do something stupid, if somebody back stabs you, or if you are just at the wrong place at the wrong time, your character may perish. Now if you are smart about this, you may not die as often, or at all. If you do manage to die, you are free to make up another character and we can put the new one back into the story. I will also be keeping a kill count.
Actions have consequences, remember that people.
Zombie information:
Name:The fungus strain that turns people into zombies is known as F.I.S, of Fungal Invasive Species. It is nicknamed and known as Zed, the other name is purely scientific.
How it spreads:The infection can only spread in one of two ways. The first, and most common, is by bodily fluid. If a zombie bites you, their saliva will get into your blood stream. Soon, you too will be a zombie. If zombie blood happens to splatter into an open wound, you are infected. If any zombie fluids gets into your bloodstream, you will be infected. This includes being bit, blood getting into open wounds, ingestion of infected material, injection of infected blood, all that happy stuff.
The other way, and the one that started it all, is airborne. Now this isn't as common now, but when large clumps of the fungus itself groups up and does not have a viable host (the zombie decays and eventually dies), the spores will be released steadily into the air to try and infect others. In open spaces, you'd have to be really close. In closed spaces, this is harder to avoid. The spores in the air last about a day and the spores will then die off. If more are clumped up, they may last longer and cover a wider area. Prolonged exposure to the airborne spores will result in infection.
Note that the spores will not activate right away, and will only start spreading 24 hours after a zombie has died. The only way to prevent this is to burn the body, which kills off the spores and prevents them from spreading.
Physical capabilities: These aren't walking dead zombies, these things can run. Granted, they are not sprinting and you can mostly likely outrun one, but they aren't limping slowly towards you either. They are not as coordinated as humans, and may trip, stumble, run into things. They can also not climb very well, and cannot jump at all. As far as physical strength goes, there are slightly weaker than the original infected person. As time goes on, deterioration will cause zombies to get slower and weaker before eventually dying.
Zombies are not as sight dependent as we are, making them excellent night time hunters. They use their senses of sight, hearing, and smell equally as well. While not being as sight dependent may make their hearing and sense of smell better, they cannot perform any super human feats of hearing a pin drop from 10 miles away.
As far as intelligence, they don't have a lot, thank god. They are instinctual hunters, and constantly roam around, stumbling, searching for prey. Some simply wander, ignoring other zombies, while some have taken to stick in packs over the years. Once they can tell prey is near, they let out a horrible moaning/screeching sound, and will then start chasing after prey. They will only stop when they have lost the prey and cannot find it, or if they are eating it. They are persistent. Moans from other zombies may attract attention, so if one sees you and lets out a scream, others might soon come looking for you if any are nearby.
That is it for now! After I get enough interest, I will post all this information as well as a character sheet skeleton to the OOC. If you have any comments, question, concerns, please let me know. If you think there should be other information listed above, I will consider adding it.
