Syben

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Basic Information

Name:

Elijah "The Wolf" Shuppert

Age:

28

Nationality:

American

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Sex:

Male

Height:

5'10

Weight:

130lbs

Eye Color:

Dark Brown

Hair Color:

Brown

Physical Disabilities:

• Missing both hands

Physical Identifiers

• Mechanical hands (Black with silver accents)
• A handful of important tattoos
• Small scars here and there
• Large, jagged machete scar across his back

Appearance:

Elijah is of an average height and build that has been sculpted through a rigorous regime of exercise from his time serving his country. He's not a bodybuilder by any means, but he is athletic and toned. He keeps his hair cut short and scruffy, but lets his facial hair grow out (he shaves his lip though, he's not one for mustaches).

He has a bit of an awkward, if not charming, face. A narrow, pointed chin coupled with a sharp nose and large ears have given him a face few could come to say they love, even with a smile worthy of a chewing gum commercial. Most people take him for Spanish or Brazilian decent despite his white, if slightly tanned, complexion.

His arms end right after his wrists, but the metal cuff that keeps his cybernetic hands attached actually encircles the wrist itself. Other than those permanent accessories, Eli can typically be found in some sort of tank-top or plane shirt and army fatigues combo. He also usually wears thick gloves over his hand out in the field, or when doing other labor.

Biography

Elijah wasn't anything too incredible growing up, in fact he was perfectly mediocre. Got into a little trouble as a kid, got decent grades most of the time, had some friends, couple of school crushes, some broken bones—The basic childhood. After high school, he enlisted in the army. Not because his father did it, in fact his father was a baker, and not because he felt compelled to serve his country. It just seemed like the smartest financial option to him. Which, he was told, was why a lot of people signed up. He skipped the extra schooling and, after completing his basic training, opted to go right into grunt work.

Eli was a hard and dedicated worker. He was an above average soldier, or so the tests and training told him. Much to the bane of his anxiety, he wouldn't actually be deployed overseas for almost two more years—Instead it was just teased and hinted at. But, eventually he was deployed and thus began the Second Korean Conflict, or "2.K.C" as most in Eli's troop called it. He spent a few years away from home, with little in the way of leave or a day off from trying to fight and survive in the Korean jungles.

As tensions rose and escalated into The Eastern Conflict, it seemed the world hung upon the precipice of a third world war after all these years. The American government took action, and for his all of his hard work, Eli found himself in a unit that didn't officially exist. Once more he was thrust back in training of a different sorts. The unit had to work together fluidly, with precision and speed, there was no room for errors. Failure likely meant death or gruesome torture, for which there would be no rescue from. If they were caught, the world couldn't know who backed them. Why? Because they were assigned to do things like: Assassinate the President of the People's Republic of China, a major proprietor in the continual escalation of eastern conflicts.

Official reports say the Chinese President was victim to a horrendous and unfortunate accident resulting in the catastrophic failure of his vehicle.

Eli worked alongside this group for his remaining time in the military, receiving dead drops and operating deep within foreign borders, surviving in the wilderness or hiding within their cities. Quietly eliminating the opposition in an attempt to "end rising hostilities", and perhaps help America prosper as a fortunate result. At least, until things started erupt back home. It was shortly after the first reports of the riots when Eli and his squad were called back to the Homeland. Their skills were needed on their home soil, a thought that left a sour taste in Eli's mouth.

Eli took part in ending the riots. He did a lot of things that, looking back on, he's not entirely proud of (some of them still haunt him). Especially with his involvement in the Tucson riots, which was a gruesome and violent affair. He was then sent to Sacramento, California, for a month to ensure things there didn't escalate with the recent spree of murders. Once things started to quiet down Elijah was given two months leave, before being sent back out overseas.

Finally, almost a year later, the risings tensions seemed to relax a bit, Especially with the recent break through with the "Miracle Gene" and the American W.D.P program. However, the American government is a suspicious bunch. They wanted Eli to come home and help train more operatives like him. Officially he'd be marked down as a Special Unit, there would be no connections to him or the unit he was apart of.

The same night he stepped off the plane, Eli found himself in the midst of an apocalypse.

Extended Information

Residence:

Two-story townhouse in Refuge, just behind the Command Center.

Profession:

First Captain of the Refuge Special Operatives

Aligned Faction:

Refuge Survivors

Relatives:

• Aiyana Shuppert: Sister (24) Alive
  • Teacher: She works with ages 12-17 to teach general education and survival skills.
• Joanna Shuppert: Sister (22) Alive
  • Recycler: Breaks down items into raw components and materials.

Personnel Data

Weapons:

• Heckler & Koch HK416 Assault Rifle:
  
  • Under-barrel flashlight
  • Reflex dot sight
  • Assault foregrip
  • 3-point side sling
  • 30 round magazine
• Beretta M9:
  
  • Belt holster
  • 17 round magazine
• Tactical Knives (2x):
  
  • Forearm sheath
  • Boot sheath

Equipment

• Backpack, Leg-mounted canteen pouch, Road Flares, Protective Goggles, Tactical Vest, Long range comms radio, fragmentation grenades, small bolt cutters, rations, can-opener, frying pan, sleeping roll, tarp, lighter fluid, and a collapsible crowbar.

Miscellaneous

• A picture of his sisters, tin of cigarettes, Zippo with a low relief, howling wolf, and a book

Trade Skills:
• First Recon
The majority of Elijah's military career was spent serving as officially titled as First Recon, on paper. Unofficially he was part of a glorified infiltration unit. Typically they were tasked with gathering information, and prioritizing the capture or liberation of key assets or the quiet elimination of high priority targets. Often times this meant roughing it and learning to survive in foreign lands, with little to no support. Hell, officially his squadron didn't even exist.

This kind of work has left him with pretty good knowledge on how to survive in the wilds, which much of the current world has become. He's no professional by any means, but he does have a wide range of skills he's developed. Additionally, he's an apt marksman and is an efficient hand-to-hand combatant. He's combat oriented, ready to lead, and claims he has long since made peace with his demons.

• The Regime's Routine
Day in, and day out, certain practices and procedures were drilled into Elijah's head until they were more than just second nature, they were a part of who he was as a person. Do your push-ups, lube your gun, service your vehicle, rub out a quickie, do your pull-ups, and so forth. Thanks to this trained mentality, Elijah keeps himself in great shape. He has strength and stamina, and a decent speed to him as well. He also has knowledge of weapon maintenance and, to some degree, vehicle maintenance.

Talents & Hobbies:

• Talents
  • Has the patience to wait for a stone to erode
  • Natural sketch artist
• Hobbies
  • Loves to read (has a secret love for romance novels)
  • Enjoys drinking, smoking, and a pretty woman on his arm

Limitations:
• P.T.S.D
Post-traumatic Stress Disorder is so common among those who served, or are serving, that it's basically a stereotypical trait. Nobody's surprised to hear a soldier say they suffer from PTSD, so Elijah doesn't like to talk about it. He likes to think that it will just go away eventually. His two prominent symptoms are hyperarousal and re-experiencing symptoms.

• Hand-me-downs:
Ah, puns. Elijah has a pretty positive outlook on things, but that doesn't change the fact that he has a pair of pre-era mechanical hands. Unfortunately, his knowledge on cybernetics-engineering is limited. He has to rely on others to fix and maintain them. Getting the internal components (which are protected by an outer shell) wet makes his hands either go haywire, or simply burn out. Receiving a powerful electric shock can also produce the same effect (the outer shell is insulated to prevent lesser shocks).

👁️• Paranormal Panic:
When there's something strange in your neighborhood, apparently Eli isn't the guy to call. Eli's a capable guy, in normal situations. But when it comes to the unnatural, impossible, and.. well, paranormal he freaks out. Which, ironically, is a natural reaction. It's not like he's never believed in the occasional ghost, but some of the shit he's seen recently left him with a case of broken nerves.

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• T H E C A S T •

Elijah "The Wolf" Shuppert — by Aeonumbra

Fredrick Pierre Niedermayer — by Andreyich

Garsin Folkvar — by Jollan

Geoffrey Geovanni Banks — by Rilla

In Memoriam

Elizabeth "Liv" Themis — by Innis
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Thomas Croft — by JackHasAShotgun
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Alex TreVayne — by Rawk
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Daniel Pope — by Subject Zero
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Larisa "Lyssa" Friedrich — by Ever
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Hannah & Amanda Sinclair — by Force and Fury
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}
Cassandra Teresa Pacheco — by Rockette
^{*M.I.A : Last seen with the Federal Way convoy*}

Deadland Wasteland: Calling All Survivors (Looking for a few more.)

The OOC is open baby.

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I will get to your PMs soon, it's break (and maybe nap) time.

Syben's Swamp

Post Check

Nothing had prepared Ahza for this moment. Six years of training, on which she had placed such little importance, did not prepare her artificial nerves for the staccato of gunfire spraying bark-like chips as it traced a heavy line along an adjacent wall. She reeled back, synapses firing, fingers scrabbling for purchase as she stumbled. Her senses buzzed, overwhelmed by the instant cacophony of warfare. Sounds became muddled, distant vague yelling over the hiss of blaster fire and the pinging of ballistics off of metal armor, obfuscated by explosions that rippled through the earth beneath ear. She stumbled again, taking a step back from the near-physical force of the chaos, aghast and wretchedly terrified by the surreal presence of being in the midst of an active warzone. She felt the etheric pulse, knew it for what it was by the way it crawled across her senses. She fell to the ground, feet gouging the hard-packed soil as she scrambled away from blaster fire charring a line between building. Sprays of steaming pebbles and hot earth rained around her.

Panic gripped her. Desperately she recovered, awkwardly stumbling to all fours, then to her feet as she moved to the opposite end of the wall she had been hiding behind. She had no time to gather her thoughts as a chunk of the wall erupted into a cloud of shrapnel. Ahza ducked, instinctively covering her face with her arms as she turned away from the explosion. Fragments of wall whizzed by, lacerating her silicon skin and leaving pieces embedded in her arms and back. She staggered back the way she had come just in time to see one of the others warp away. Others were firing, dashing from cover to cover. Some fell, collapsing beneath sprays of gunfire. There was too much to follow, too much for her disoriented mind to process. It was all so noisy, deafening with its violence. She had no idea what was going on.

She turned back again, looking for a way to go, her mind frozen between action and inaction. She tried to recall her training but she couldn't regain her composure. Everywhere she turned there was gunfire and death and noise. It was terrible, but she had to move. Had to do something. She staggered out from behind her cover, watching as a Tarrhaidim soldier was emulsified into a cloud of fire and dust. Fragments of the armor that had been bolted to his body skittered and bounced across the ground. Ahza stared at the surreal sight, unable to take her eyes away from where the soldier had been standing. Her organs constricted and emulated nausea oozed through her. She cursed her mother's obsessiveness and ran passed the smoking crater. She darted out from cover, glancing towards the opposite end of the village in time to see one of the robotic combatants leveling a large weapon at her. Frantic, she sprinted towards a building and flung herself in through a window. The window hadn't been open, but she crashed through it in a spray of shattered biomass.

Ahza crashed to the floor inside the dwelling and lay there, radiating heat from the state of her agitation. With a wall between her and the outside world, the sounds of combat seemed muted - less so after she had put a big hole through one wall. She looked over at her arm, by her gaze slid past the dirt and detritus clinging to her, ignoring the shards of mossy-bark stuck into her silicon skin, to a pair of soldiers crouching beside an unopened window on the other side of the room. Those didn't look like the allies she had road in with - but maybe... No. They were definitely not friendly, a fact supported by the act of a pair of carbines being leveled at her. She tried to roll out of the way but she hadn't been nearly fast enough. Gunfire raked across her, peppering her body with precisely placed shots, metal shells slamming into her chest and head. Her body rocked from the impact, staggering her as she tried to climb to her feet, but not enough to stop her from rising fully. The metal slug that slammed into her knee, however, was more than sufficient to send her careening back to the floor. Posted at the entranceway was a third soldier she hadn't seen.

The third soldier fired a second slug into Ahza's side as she tried to rise, sending her back to the floor once more. Bewildered and senseless, the only course of action she could think to take was to try and rise again. The slug thrower kept a careful aim on her as the other two dumped their mags into her, targeting areas on her body where any other synthetic might have an exposed vulnerability, searching for a joint or seam to exploit. Ahza, huddled on the floor, listened to empty cartridges rain around her, sprinkling the earth as the vibrations from the gunfire rippled through her. The whine of a blaster came from nearby. Her head jerked as the blast scorched the side of her face. Silicon oozed and dripped from her, exposing the gunmetal alloy beneath.

"What kind of synthetic is that?" a muffled voice asked in between the hail of bullets.

Ahza barely heard registered the voice. Instead her eyes focused on the flattened metal shapes littering the ground around her. She realized they were bullets. Bullets that had been flattened after impacting her metal shell. She laughed then. Embarrassed, feeling foolish and dumb, she laughed. She rose to her feet and a slug hit her. She rose again, taking a second slug, leaning into it, watching the fat chunk of solid metal burst apart into a whirlwind of razor sharp steel. She had no idea what kind of weapon THAT was, but it looked incredibly lethal. Instead, the thin slices of whirling metal simply bent and twisted around her. The soldier reloaded, exchanging some kid of box-fed magazine for another slung across his hip. Ahza let him. He fired again and she braced herself - the slug hit her directly in her chest and she felt her armor harden in response, returning the force of the blow, compressing the slug and forcing it to burst apart into its deadly shrapnel.

"Hah!" she cried in triumphant mockery, "You can't hurt me!"

In retort, the soldier shot her again. Angry and overconfident, Ahza rushed him. She threw a wild, uncalculated punch and put her fist through the wall where the soldier's head had been. Grunting with frustration she ripped her hand free and turned to face her four opponents. She took a martial stance, feet set, shoulders squared. Wary, the other soldiers divided into two groups, forming up on either side of her. She glanced from one side to the other, her confidence fading into uncertainty. She waited, and they waited. Outnumbered, Ahza wondered why the soldiers didn't attack first. As if to answer her unspoken question, the wall behind her disintegrated into cloud of fire and ash. She hurtled across the room, crashing through an opposite wall, a bookshelf, and a sectional couch. She stopped on the other side of the living area, half-embedded into the furthest wall. Through the hole that had opened up behind her came the mechanical unit from earlier, wielding some kind of large cannon on its arm.

"Engaging safety protocols."

"No! Salas! Don't you dare! I have it under control!"

"The asset must be protected."

"Burn you, Salas! Ash burn you and scorch your eyes!" Ahza cursed bitterly, but her protests were futile.

Salas took over.

Prying himself from the wall, Salas stood and assessed his opponents. Four humanoid targets, presumed organic; One mech, equipped with some kind of large, explosive cannon. A brief assessment of his body showed no damage - not even a scuff. These soldiers were likely not equipped to surmount the mnemonic shell - but he presumed that they could be in his calculations. The mech stook a firing stance and fired a ball of blazing hot light. Salas didn't know what the projectile was comprised of, metal or plasma, perhaps, but it didn't matter. Casually, he turned and the projectile slid by his vision, so close he could feel the heat off of it. He braced one leg as the wall beside him erupted in a shower of bark, moss, and biomatter. Flaming debris flung outward, pinging off of his body. The force pushed against him, but braced as he was he he didn't fall. Instead, his foot punched into the earth. He pivoted, falling into a runner's crouch, and then flew forward. Alarmed, the soldiers opened fire.

Salas ignored the bullet fire and, closely watching the barrel of the slug-thrower, he simply moved out of the way. Once in the midst of the soldiers, he was too close for the mech to fire on him again. One of the soldiers drew a knife, the edge humming with a blazing orange glow. Salas fell low, catching himself on one hand and spinning a foot into the soldier's side. Armor crumpled, bone fragmented, and the knife-wielder's chest ruptured into a spray of gore. The second soldier, the one who had been paired with the knife-wielder, wiped frantically at his red-stained visor but Salas rotated further, carrying his momentum and leveling a heel kick that shattered his opponent's jaw and snapped the second soldier's head back with a resounding CRACK. The second soldier crumpled to the floor. Salas didn't even pause to register the man's death or the red geyser that bubbled from his neck. Salas hurtled into the mech's leg, using the full force of his body to buckle the knee joint and send the machine crashing to the ground. It whirred and buzzed angrily as Salas slid through the earth, raising trails of dust as his fingers gouged furrows into the floor, seizing his momentum and allowing him to turn and rush back. The robot twisted, trying to level its canon at Salas. Instead, Salas leapt and put the toes of one foot through the robot's wrist, severing the joint and relieving the robot of its hand. He also relieved the bot of its cannon, aimed it at the other two soldiers and pulled the trigger. They vaporized into blazing clouds of dust and gore, bits of armor shooting in every direction like a shrapnel grenade. Then, Salas aimed directly downward, and the robot burst apart in a similar fashion. The mech absorbed the kinetic force and then its mechanical body tore asunder and hurtled in every direction.

The fight was over in seconds.

"Asset secure."

Ahza said nothing as Salas returned control to her, bitter about having her control forcibility taken away. There was no getting around it. She was a very expensive investment. She looked at the carnage around her, awed, baffled, and sulking bitterly. She knew she was being petulant, but it was hard not to be. She stared at the gore, at the smoldering crater, at the smoking bits of metal and melted circuitry. It was all so surreal. Nothing like seeing it in a video, or experiencing it in a simulation. It was unreal, bizarre, so far removed from her day-to-day reality that she didn't know how to process what she was feeling. This was supposed to be her life now? Impossible. She had gone from a panic attack, to full-on panic, into an existential crisis. Was this her purpose? Death and blood and fire? She looked at the cannon in her hands, at the mangled firing mechanism she had crushed in her grip. With disgust she dropped the weapon.

"Thanks Salas..." she said, melancholic. Thanks for what, exactly? For turning her into a killing machine? Or for protecting her? Why hadn't anyone had the foresight to give her a gun - did she even want a gun? Did she want a weapon at all? Did she even want to be here? Doing this? War raged outside, people were struggling desperately, fighting for survival, dying... and here she was contemplating if she wanted to be a part of it. Did that make her a bad person? She looked at the red streaking her feet and legs, at the ashy-char that coated her like a fine dust. Little spots of blood dotted her body like gruesome freckles. She felt sick.

"You are welcome, Ahza."

Somewhere far away in the distant reaches of civilized space an interested party frowned at a paused video feed. The image twitched and jerked, the signal weak and distorting as it showed a first person perspective of Azha looking at her dirty, bloody hands. The silicon around her fingers had melted, exposing the sleek, shimmering metal beneath.

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•A.R.K Public Library•

Provided by the Associates of Record Keeping

World Events Timeline

Emergence

April 5th, 2109: Most of Lenox, Rhode Island, burned to the ground mysteriously overnight. Hazmat and military on scene. Rumors surface of terrorist attacks.
April 14th, 2109: A man affected by PTSD attacks civilians using his hands and teeth in Lenox, Rhode Island. Rumors of Biochemical weaponry used by terrorists.
April 21st, 2109: A rabid herd of deer terrorize Chinook, Montana, a farming community. Deer reported to eat livestock. Presidential statement made of a calculated, nationwide terrorist attack using biochemical weapons.
April 23rd, 2109: Deer threat ended, weird mutations in genes reported.
April 25th, 2109: Acidic corn slowly kills farmer and entire family during dinner in Chinook, Montana.
May 3rd, 2109: Military reportedly burning down random homes and businesses in Lenox, Rhode Island.
May 4th, 2109: Military presence in Lenox, RI, leaves. Hazmat no longer on scene.
May 29th, 2109: Squabbling neighbors come to blows and bites in Tucson, AZ. A woman trying to intervene is killed. An empty casket funeral is held for the dead family in Chinook, Montana—The bodies were collected for autopsies.
June 3rd, 2109: "Heat Craze" in Tucson, AZ. People fighting and violence spills into the streets.
June 6th, 2109: Man on experimental street drugs cannibalizes family of two; Mother (Emily, 27) reported alive, her son (Jason, 7) is reported dead on arrival. San Diego, California.
June 7th, 2109: Grief stricken mother(Emily, 27) attacks nurses, brutally wounding her, at New Heights Memorial Hospital, San Diego, California.
June 15th, 2109: 18 medical staff, and one janitor, reported missing from New Heights Memorial Hospital, San Diego, California.
June 19th, 2109: Heat wave intensifies Tucson, AZ. Citizens report frequent, random attacks.
June 20th, 2109: Military presence in Tucson, AZ. Martial law declared.
June 22nd, 2109: Rioting starts after Military execute a man in a crowded area, also killing several civilians. Tucson, AZ.
July 1st, 2109: Rioting in Tucson out of control, Military brings in heavy equipment and vehicles.
July 2nd, 2109: Tank shells rain down on fleeing citizens as U.S Military bombards house of dangerous activist. House erupts as sizable cache of explosives are ignited, surrounding houses catch fire.
July 5th, 2109: Tucson begins evacuation as fire spreads, and rioting continues. No word in missing staff from New Heights Memorial Hospital, area around the hospital is restricted. Military are on scene.
July 6th, 2109: Gas line erupts, collapsing a mall being used as an evacuation point. Hundreds killed.
July 8th, 2109: Fire held at bay. Rioting activists raid chemical science facility.
July 9th, 2109: Rioting escalates, rioters begin killing each other.
July 11th, 2109: Military calls in air support. Helicopters gun down rioters in the street.
July 14th, 2109: The spreading fire is contained and put out in Tucson, AZ.
July 21st, 2109: Rioting dissipates, leaving thousands dead and twice that wounded.
July 25th, 2109: Over half the wounded moved to unknown locations.
August 17th, 2109: "Shrieking Monster" reported by local news, Fallon, Nevada.
September 24th, 2109: Military briefly seen in Fallon, NV. Locals report gunfire throughout the night, and animalistic screaming.
October 31st, 2109: A series of brutal murders occur through the course of the night in Sacremento, California.
November 1st, 2109: Military combs areas of attack. Murders continue through the night.
November 5th, 2109: A team of murderers convicted and await trial. Suspects reported to be activists from Tucson, AZ.
December 8th, 2109: Local Biology teacher adopts "Miracle Monkey" from animal shelter, Phoenix, AZ.
December 25th, 2109: "Miracle Monkey" reported missing, Biology teacher claims the monkey (A chimpanzee) tore the front door down to get away. Fears for public safety.
January 1st, 2110: "Project: Greenwater" announced at scientific conference utalizing "X-2B", which is described as a "Miracle Gene".
January 31st, 2110: Weather tower installed in Death Valley, Nevada to inject "Miracle Gene" into the atmosphere.
February 5th, 2110: Death Valley becomes a lush, tropical paradise. Area quarantined off for scientific research and development.
July 1st, 2110: Project Greenwater declared a success. Plans arise to install more weather control towers. U.S begins soliciting weather and environmental control services to other nations.
November 14th, 2110: United States declared to have hit a "Golden Age" as the economy stabilizes, and soars due to the Weather Development Program.
December 23rd, 2110: Announcement from the W.D.P that currently, Two hundred and Twenty-Six environmental control towers exist across the globe and will become operational at the beginning of the new year. The W.D.P (Weather Development Program) and E.C.S (Environmental Control Services) urge citizens to prepare for a global revolution of nature as we know it.
January 1st 2111: The global weather and environmental control program is initialized and the towers are turned on. Heavy rains reported in Saudi Arabia. A devastating hurricane in Florida suddenly ends. Arctic Blizzards cease, Typhoons decrease in intensity. The world rejoices.
January 2nd 2111: The world ends overnight.

The Aftermath

January 3rd, 2111: Utility services shut off. Infrastructure breaks down. Governments, and societies, collapse. The struggle for survival has begun.
January 11th, 2111: Blackwater falls from the sky killing anybody who drinks it. Shortly after, bursts of flora begin erupting and growing to wild and out of control proportions. Unknown species have grown, some are hostile.
January 16th 2111: Wild Growth of flora stops on the fifth day of black rain, which also stops. Entire cities seem to have been "reclaimed" by nature and seem to mimic a tropical biome.
January 17th 2111: Floral growth continues at a severely increased, but manageable rate. It's not nearly as bad as it was during the black rain.
January 21st 2111: Unknown creature sightings are reported over private, still functional networks. Remaining scientists theorize rapid mutation and evolution, possibly linked to the black rain.
January 25th 2111: Water sources from rivers, lakes, and wells reported black in color, and are 100% lethal to humans, but some reports of creatures drinking the black water have surfaced. The world's oceans reported to remain unaffected by the black water.
February 16th 2111: Mass migrations reported to coastal areas as uncontaminated water becomes harder to find. Denizens focus areas that desalinize saltwater. Areas becoming crowded, hostilities rise over the increasingly scarce resource.
March 2nd, 2111: "Normal" rainfall occurs in several areas. Desperate citizens report water is drinkable.
March 5th, 2111: Homesteading trends as people seek to build homes in areas where they can collect rainwater and get away from the densely crowded, and often dangerous survivor centers.
March 22nd, 2111: A broadcast begins playing on a loop in areas surrounding Washington State of a place called "Refuge". Described as a survivor center offering shelter and relative safety for survivors until they reach full capacity, approximately 1,200 people—Though they have plans to expand. Survivors must be willing to work towards the betterment of the community.

Observations of Ghouls

•Overview•

Increasingly referred to simply as "Ghouls", the "undead" that plague us are not actually dead, nor are they technically alive. It's something in between, as far as I've observed. It appears that, as we call it, the Blackwater virus is able to read, store, and replicate genetic information. This particular strain of the virus self-replicates, and bonds with itself to reanimate the body. This stand alone reproductive ability is what keeps the cadaver from deteriorating or requiring sustenance, though they do stink of death and rot. Since the body does not eat, I am unsure as to why these ghouls are predatory at all. Ghouls will hunt any living creature, I suspect they are able to detect fresh blood within their prey, but this theory requires further testing and subjects are.. hard to come by. However, ghouls do not just hunt us. They will attack other creatures as well, at night.

During the day, ghouls flee indoors. Another conundrum, as exposure to sunlight doesn't actually seem to be particularly harmful. Ghouls display pack-like behavior, in which they will have an area marked as their "den", and will group there. There is no feud between packs, that I have observed, as members interchange frequently, but still seem to find acceptance in their new den. When a group becomes too large for their den, members will break off and form another pack, and find another den. At night, they also roam as a pack and utilize the other variants to fill special roles. More on that below.

Ghouls do not feel pain and they do not tire. They have good hearing, and seem to have decent sight capabilities in the night. They are able to traverse obstacles, but are unable to perform simple tasks; such as turning a doorknob. Unfortunately, ghouls are rather strong and will throw themselves headfirst against their obstacles, only the toughest of which can hold them off. Most ghouls can jump and climb as well. If their target is lost for a few minutes, they will lose interest and regroup. A warning for you Reader, ghouls will sprint to their fullest capabilities to catch you. They are also attracted to lights and will stay around them (during the night) for as long as they are on. It is unknown why they do this, but it seems this tactic could serve as a potential way to control their movements at night and document their positions. Unfortunately, lights will not help you if they are already hunting you.

Ghoul bites will not result in immediate death, but will transmit the virus. It's only upon actual death that an infected person will appear to reanimate.

•Known Variations•

• Ghoul

Your average reanimated cadaver with moderately good hearing and sight. They exhibit the full capabilities of the average human body in regards to their strength, speed, and endurance. Ghouls can be killed by sustaining enough damage or by interrupting the connection to the brain; either by destroying the cranium or severing it off at the neck.

The standard ghoul is pretty much used as a deadly wall of flesh and claw.

• Runner

Much faster than your average ghoul, Runners are comparable to trained athletes. They can easily outrun your average survivor, however, they are much weaker than the standard ghoul. This variant is observed to be thinner and lankier.

Runners are used to chase down prey while the rest of the herd catches up. They are also the only ghoul that will, simply put, use "Parkour" to catch a target.

• Berserker

The exact opposite of a runner, Bersekers are the stronger, slower variant. They are also observed to typically be taller and stand a foot taller than the standard ghoul, at minimum. There have been reports of berserkers standing around nine feet in height. Berserkers can withstand a lot of punishment, and can smash through fortifications given enough time. Berserkers are noted to be larger and much bulkier than the standard ghoul.

Berserkers are used as the siege weapon to assault fortifications and take down armored targets. However, they are not opposed to crushing smaller targets.

• Stalker

A quadrupedal ghoul that crawls on all four limbs, the stalker is something straight out a children's nightmare. Stalkers aren't very fast, nor are they very strong, but they can climb any surface with methodical precision. However, you are unlikely to see a stalker before you hear it. Stalkers live up to their name by quite literally stalking their prey. They emit an audible "clicking" noise when stalking, which serves two purposes; The first is as a fear tactic to panic their target; The second is to alert the other ghouls to their position.

Stalkers are an infiltration based ghoul, used to get inside and either kill their prey, or incite panic as the rest of their pack catches up.

< Article by Dr. Presley Blanchard >

Weapons and Technology

Weaponry

•Projectile Systems•

•Ballistic: Handguns, Rifles, and Shotguns are common among the normal populace. Automatic Weaponry is much less common. Heavy Ordnance and Military Grade equipment are rare to come by naturally: Things such as Heavy Machine Guns, Explosives, Rocket and Grenade Launchers, and so forth. Ask the GM for a permit before acquiring. Despite these limitations, many things exist in a homemade form, often times referred to as "Scrap"/"Scrapper", as their origin primarily comes from spare parts, or scrap. Eg; "Scrap Pistol".

•Laser: Quite rare, and did not exist as a standard for conventional weaponry when the world ended. However, in the months leading up to mankind's end prototypes did exist. In the months after, Laser weaponry will see a rise in use, but some of these weapons and devices can be dangerous and unstable. The technology was primarily applied to practical utility use, which was common among the pre-era's industry. Such things as small laser cutters no bigger than a pen, human recognition interfaces, and other smaller tools such as laser tipped rods designed for punching holes through metal, or laser edged scalpels. Electromagnetic control is typically used to "bend" the laser and make it hold a shape.

•Plasma: Other than plasma cutting and welding, Plasma is a highly experimental form of weaponry. The most common application pre-era was use in a flamethrower type device, called the plasma thrower, wherein the flame was more like a hot, burning goo (that was also on fire). Actual "Plasma Guns" did not see use by the time civilization ended, though prototypes were developed.

•Grades of Ammunition•

•Scrap: Homemade rounds. Cheap, common, but weak. This also includes "Scrap Cells" for poorly made, shoddy laser weapons.

•Scavenged: Pre-era manufactured bullets and cells. Still leagues better than scrap.

•"Mako": A term construed from "Maker's Rounds", which in turn was a reference to Lani B. Maker: Who is accredited with being one of the first post-era manufacturers of actually decent bullets. Bullets that were so good, they were comparable to the Pre-era manufactured rounds. Nowadays, "Mako" refers to a higher quality of homemade bullet.

•Military: Military Grade Rounds and battery cells are scarce, and very expensive. The upside is that they are very powerful.

•Types of Ammunition•
^{If your character is only using standard ammunition, there's no need to clarify—It will be assumed.}

•AP Round: Armor Piercing; High velocity rounds with a strong tip, designed to penetrate through armored targets.

•HP Round: Hollow Point; Rounds with an indented tip, designed to create large, messy holes in softer targets.

•Incendiary Round: Pretty self explanatory, a bullet that can set flammable materials on fire.

•LC Cell: Low-Charge Battery Cell, for laser weaponry. Meant to stun, rather than kill.

I-Cell: Incendiary Battery Cell; the optical beam is emitted at such a high temperature that it can set targets on fire (Assuming you hit flammable material).

HC-Cell: A cell of highly concentrated power, meant to give laser weaponry armor piercing power.

Plasma Tank: A 2-gallon tank designed to fit Plasma Flamers, despite the smallish size it has a relatively good life for continual use.

•Other Weapons:

There are many other weapons within the world, but I will not list them all here (Yet). Use your creativity, dashed with some realism. For prototype or experimental guns just talk it over with me first. Also, it's alright to assume things exist within the world like; plasma grenades, shrapnel grenades, EMP weapons, pointy things on sticks, and etc.

Pre-Era Technology

•Energy•

•Solar: Solar energy collecting panels that became widespread by the end of the twenty-first century. Solar panels have become integrated into many homes and businesses, and have achieved a modern, compact design. Rather than an entire roof littered with them, smaller panels can be found strategically positioned to keep from being unsightly. Two or Three of these panels can easily power a home.

•Hydro-Electric: Turbines spun by underwater currents of the ocean produce large quantities of power, which paved the way for making fossil fuels obsolete. Large underwater plants are scattered along the coastlines, housing hundreds of these turbines.

•Power Plants: Electricity created through nuclear energy, methane, natural gas, coal, oil, etc, that turns water into steam to turn the turbines. Many of these methods were done away with in favor of hydro-electric power, more specifically the non-renewable sources.

•Wind Turbines: Another method of power collection that saw a popular rise in the earlier years of the twenty-first century. However, before they could really catch on and become produced en masse, hydro-electric power began trending and overtook the green energy movements. In reality, only a handful of "Wind Farms" exist across the U.S.

•Robotics and Cybernetics•

•Home A.I: An expensive and uncommon feature, the Home A.I can do just about anything when integrated into a home or business: From turning on the lights, to turning off the stove, it can lock your doors, open windows, regulate tempurate, keep an eye on your children, set calendar dates, take notes, give you reminders monitor vitals, and much more. The Home A.I is basically "Siri" for your house—But smarter and less sassy.

•Security: Unfortunately, there are no laser defense grids for your lawn, but most locks have been converted to ancient tumbler locks, to electronic locks that use key pins, laser eye recognition, fingerprint scanners, or even full body scans. Some security systems use a combination of these things. Fingerprint scanners were especially popular for personal storage, such as locked drawers, or briefcases. Tumbler locks are considered ancient, and are rarely found anywhere.

•Robots: Very rare, and even then they are generally not used by the public—Not since the "Personal Butler Uprising". However, automated robotics are widespread, such as assembling machines for manufacturing plants, and primarily only exist for industrial use. A person who owns an actual automaton with a functioning A.I is about the same as a pre-era rich guy buying endangered animals.

•Cybernetics: Advancements here have led to fully functional robotic limb and organs, for those who have lost their biological ones or simply desire an upgrade. The functionality ranges, and maintenance depends on the quality of the mechanical limb. Because of the complexity of these limbs, it's difficult to achieve things like inhuman strength, despite some higher quality models of limbs being quite strong. However, typically in higher end cybernetics there is some small amount of free space, so small tools and devices could be incorporated.

•Genomics and Medicine•

•Compound Pills: A compound is a pill designed to treat a wide range of problems at the same time, but contained in a single capsule. TYpically, these pills are geared towards their respective end of the medicinal spectrum. Vitapills pretty much cover your essential daily intake of vitamins and minerals, and those other oddball extracts and supplements that people were into. Immunizers updated your vaccines and helped prevent illness and disease. The crisis pill, used by emergency responders, included a combination of pain killers, antibiotics, coagulants, and etc to help stabilize patient en route to the hospital. A wide range of compound pills exist.

•Imagery: The enormous and bulky imaging devices for cat-scans and x-rays are a thing of the distant past. Now internal imaging devices, resembling slightly larger laptops, can be used on the fly and require no additional equipment. These "Scanners" come equipped with an extending pen sized wand which emits a laser curtain equal to the size of the wands length. The laser curtain is intended to be scanned over the body slowly, and depending on the selected mode, will produce the desired visuals on the scanner. The wand is also wireless, but has a short range, and requires only a few micro-cells.

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

•A.R.K Public Database•

Provided by the Associates of Record Keeping

Personal Ads

>extract sidequests.rar

Current State of the Local Area

•Electrical Grid
• Public: Unavailable
• [Refuge]: Available
^{"Thank God for solar energy."}
•Plumbing Service
• Public: Unavailable
• [Refuge]: Available
^{"Probably best if you don't ask where."}
•Cellphone Coverage
• Public: Unavailable
• [Refuge]: Unavailable

•Internet Coverage
• Public: Unavailable
• [Refuge]: Private Network
^{"Devices gotta be added manually using the IMEI number."}
•Vehicle Functionality
• Public: Older Vehicles Only
• [Refuge]: Limited (Restricted Use)
^{"Pretty much exclusive for RPO use."}
•Resource Contamination and Edibility
• Fauna: Varies. Use Discretion.
• Flora: Varies. Use Discretion.
• Black Water: 100% Lethal. Ghoul Virus Present.
• Rain Water: Uncontaminated
• Pre-era Goods: Uncontaminated
^{"Be wary of any water colored black, lest ye seek a painful death."}

Essential Citizens Registry

Searching for top tier citizens

Key Areas and Locations

Attempting to find the key

Deadland Wasteland: //START Recruitment.exe [OPEN - APPLY]

Status: Apply

IC Date: Monday, June 1^st, 2111

Refuge Map

•Player Resources•

2111 Calendar

henry.pha.jhu.edu/calendarDir/julianD…

Example Character Sheet

•Character Application Sheet•

•I have a raw sheet below the example that you can copy and paste.
•This example is intended to be satirical and does not reflect my political views.

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Basic Information

Name:

Donald John "Donnie" Trump Sr.

Age:

70

Nationality:

American

Ethnicity:

Caucasian

Sex:

Male

Height:

6'2

Weight:

Approx. 230lbs

Eye Color:

Blue

Hair Color:

Red naturally, dyed Rose Gold

Physical Disabilities:

• Tiny hands

Physical Identifiers

• Tiny hands
• Waddles when walking

Appearance:

A broad, portly man that women are falling all over themselves to get at. He's always been complimented on his manly hands, and has been told on multiple occasions what a great smile he has—Never once has it been called creepy. He always styles his hair in a suave way, the classic side-swept look that really compliments his older, yet charming face. He has soft features,
and some unavoidable wrinkles and "crows feet" do to his age. Despite this, he also has noticeable laugh lines from his constantly positive, never angry attitude.

He usually dresses in a snazzy way, always opting for that astute businessman look by going with the ever classy suit and tie combination. His choice of tie always goes well with his suit—His taste are impeccable.

Biography

Born and raised in Queens, New York City, Donnie paved his way to success early by first obtaining his economics degree from the Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania—A private, Ivy League business university. Recognized for his brilliance and shrewd business skills, Donnie was given a small loan of one million dollars, and took over the Trump Real Estate and Construction Organization shortly after college. He built, renovated, and manged numerous office towers, hotels, casinos, and golf courses. With his businesses prospering, Donnie found time to pursue various side ventures, including licensing his name for a variety of brands for products and property, including the ever famous Trump Entertainment Resorts.

After elevating his name into fame and glory, Donnie turned his sights on the presidency. It took time, but eventually he found himself among seventeen other candidates in the Republican Primaries. It was almost too easy. Donnie destroyed his competition by utilizing his astounding wit, and exceptional strategic abilities. He won over the hearts and minds of the public, and was set to deliver on his promises.

Donnie was busy revolutionizing the world as we know it when tragedy struck, and the world ended. Since then, nothing has been revealed as to Donnie's whereabouts, or even his condition.
Likely, the cause is due to the collapse of the media infrastructure. The survivors are sure Donnie is alive and well, and that he's already building towards making America great again.

Extended Information

Residence:

Unknown

Profession:

President of the United States

Aligned Faction:

Unknown

Relatives:

• Melania Trump, wife
• Ivanka Trump, daughter
• Tiffany Trump, daughter
• Eric Trump, son
• Donald John Trump Jr., son
• Barron Trump, son

Personnel Data

Weapons:

• A wit so sharp it could literally cut you
• His hands are legally declared as "lethal weapons"

Equipment

• << Notify me of changes, or additions. >>

Miscellaneous

• << Intended for other reoccurring items such as cigarettes, a photo, etc.>>

Trade Skills:

• Businessman
  Donnie has a lot of experience in managing business, and on top of that, running a country. His mind is sharp and shrewd, he can easily see the probabilities of a situation when others cannot. He's apt at uncovering other's secrets, and at knowing when he's being lied to. His brain is his finest tool.
• "With my bear hands"
  Donnie never had formal training in hand-to-hand combat, despite this he can easily kill a man with his bare hands. His hands are strong enough to tear apart a coconut with ease.

Talents & Hobbies:

• Natural Wit
  Maybe it's a natural gift, but Donnie excels at mind games and puzzles. He's the holder of the Chess World Champion title, and has never lost a game of Risk no matter how the odds were stacked against him. Some say, he could see the result of the dice before he even rolled them. Crosswords are so easy they're boring, and he can complete puzzles with thousands of pieces in record time.
• People's Person
  Between his smile and his attitude, Donnie just really understands people. His open, carrying, and honest nature has captured the hearts and minds of his people, which ultimately led to his success in achieving presidency. He's beloved, and people have shown that they will go to great lengths to protect him.

Limitations:

• Limitless
  Donnie has no known limitations, he's like a modern day superhero.

Raw Character Sheet

•Please keep the format, Information should be filled out between these: << >>.
•Delete the indication markers, but ensure to keep the indentation code.

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Rules and Guidelines

•Respect the GM•
I will do my best to respect you, your feelings, and your opinions as long as you respect me, any Co-GMs I bring on board, and the other players. I do hold your opinions, critiques, questions, and suggestions in high esteem especially when you're helping expand the world. However, the bottom line is that this is my world, and some decisions you will not change. You're always welcome to argue your point, as long as both parties remain courteous and constructive. However, endlessly looping arguments and going off on a rant or tiff are not welcome, and should it come down to it I will settle the matter between two opposing parties. As a side note, I am human and as all humans, I do make mistakes. I reserve the right to change my mind, more so to correct a previous decision that was made in error.

1. Be cool like Fonz.

Legacy Fundamental Rules of the Guild

•Major Events•
In this roleplay, I have allowed you as much freedom to write your will as I can give within this world. So, when planning big events that could affect multiple parties or potentially change something that has already been structured, for better or for worse, understand that there are other plots going on at the same time. If you would like to start a major event, or put into place a drawn out plot line please let me know ahead of time. This is to ensure that you do not conflict with unrevealed lore, my background plots (and I'm always plotting), or things other writers have planned. In reality, plots will only conflict when they follow the same principles. Events that aren't quite alike to any other are permissible to happen at the same time as other plots, and I actually like this. It creates interesting tension, where writers will have to make decisions that will likely effect the world and the character's experience within it.

•Consistency and Realism•
I like to incorporate a solid measure of depth, realism, and believability. At times this can be somewhat of a challenge in a world full of mutants, monsters, and the paranormal. That's not to say you must always adhere to the laws of nature that we know, taking into mind the scientific advancements I'll likely makeup during the course of this adventure. What I'm trying to say is: Nobody left their fully loaded assault rifle with an under-barrel grenade launching attachment in the middle of the road because your character just happened to (Run out of / Not have enough) ammo and there are baddies chasing them. You are fully welcome to write out cool and badass action scenes, give us some comic relief, and etcetera.

•Expectations of Content• <<TRIGGER WARNING>>
Personally, I will write scenes involving gore, heavy violence, psychological trauma, dark themes and taboo, drugs, alcohol, language, offensive everything, and other mature themes. I do not shy away from a character's assets if the situation or character type being portrayed calls for it. I will describe them in a vague, non-sexually descriptive way (Eg; "Nice Rack" "..has a fine ass" ). One of the reasons behind this is Google AdSense, which the Guild uses to help ensure we stay operational. If you were unaware, Mahz pays for this out of pocket and does not accept donations (Last I heard), so lets be respectful to him for keeping this community alive.

DO NOTS:
•Do not be unduly descriptive with sexual details. (Eg; Nudity)
•Do not be unreasonably excessive with your gore.
•Do not be overly, or continually discriminatory with slurs and slander.
•Do not create situations involving bestiality or pedophilia.
•Do not post explicit mature content. This is not a smut.

Keep things tactful and tasteful. It's best to err on the side of caution and only describe things as needed by your character, scene, or world.

•Posting Order and Frequency•
We will post Round-Robin style. I will start off a "Round" by posting first, afterwards writers will be eligible to make a single post per character in no particular order. If your post leaves your character at a time within the world that is behind the majority, and you feel you cannot simply jump ahead to catch up without finishing whatever situation your character is involved in, I will not mind a second post. Situations like these should be brought to my attention beforehand.

I expect a post frequency of about once a week, give or take a few days. Two weeks at the maximum, however if it is one or two people (depending on the size of our group) holding us up, I will urge them to post. What once a week means is around 7 days from when I make a post, when I say "about" once a week I mean that I won't cry if you're a few days behind. I understand we all have lives to attend to.

Regarding Time-Skips, I will give as much notice as I can and likely set a date so that everyone is aware and has a chance to wrap up whatever they are doing. If you need to write half of a novel to finish up, then we'll deal with it. In the most common situation, I will ensure the majority is ready, and willing to time skip. Unless it involves changing the day from night to morning, I will do that a lot, obviously. (You're also allowed to jump to morning before I do, just make sure your character is relatively around the same time as the other characters, or that your character is not too far ahead/behind.)

•Standard Rules•
These are the common sense, well known rules.
•Do not God-Mod: To modify, manipulate, or override a situation to your character's advantage simply to avoid a certain outcome without any reliable pretense or realism, especially in regards to actions taken by character you do not control, or entities you otherwise may not influence.

A character shoots a gun at your character's head, from an extremely close distance and in response you describe; A) How the bullet jammed in the barrel, saving your character; B) Your character was actually Spiderman all along and he matrix dodges; C) Your character is a badass who doesn't flinch as the bullet whizzes past their head because the other character missed (because you said so).

Aeon's Examples

•No Mary Sues (or Gary Stus): A Mary Sue is an idealized and seemingly perfect fictional character. Often this character is recognized as an author insert or wish-fulfillment. "Mary Sue" is judged as a poorly developed character, too perfect and lacking in realism to be interesting.

"Mary Sue stories—the adventures of the youngest and smartest ever person to graduate from the academy and ever to get a commission at such a tender age. Usually characterized by unprecedented skill in everything from art to zoology, including karate and arm-wrestling. This character can also be found burrowing her way into the good graces/heart/mind of one of the Big Three [Kirk, Spock, and McCoy], if not all three at once. She saves the day by her wit and ability, and, if we are lucky, has the good grace to die at the end, being grieved by the entire ship."

Wikipedia credits Paula Smith's 1973 parody story "A Trekkie's Tale" as a possible origin.

•Fade-To-Black: A tasteful and tactful measure if you really want to characters to bang, or for the evil villain to gruesomely torture the hero, and other things that are generally not appropriate for the general public. Avoid actively describing these scenes, and instead imply that the situation will happen, fade to black, and move on to a later point. You can even have a character confirm these actions, vaguely.

Character A: "Bro, I totally banged Character B, it was wild."

Aeon's Examples

•Do not control, manipulate, maim, or kill characters or "private" NPCs without permission. Obviously, you are not allowed to control other writer's characters, so, moving on: A "private" NPC is an entity a writer has created in a world for minor, or major plot purposes, convenience, backstory, and etc. A bit of a gray area, so I will have a listing for "Important NPCs" which will help you easily indentify what entities are off limits. However, not every NPC you create will be claimable (eg: Bandits A, B, and C.) and this right is reserved for those that serve an actual purpose as opposed to those created on the spot for tension, story, or drama. On the flip-side, not all NPCs that are unlisted are open for you to control. If you create an NPC and it is unlisted then I, or other writers, may interact with them such as stabbing them through their filthy peasant heart. This rule also means you cannot dictate how other writer's characters should act in regards to other entities. Thus, the creation of the "Important NPC" index.

I will create many NPCs, some of greater importance than others. The only things that I create that will be off limits are my characters. When controlling world NPCs, or other writer's NPCs with permission, try to maintain the established personality and character already set in place. Nobody's perfect, and we're not mind readers, so just do your best. If you choose to take a violent act, or even kill, one of my NPCs.. be fully prepared for the repercussions.

The ONLY NPCs that I create that will be off limits, never to be touched (ever) by you are the Millennium Subjects.

•Guild Rules and Consent•
This roleplay and all of its participants will adhere to the Fundamental Rules of the Guild.

By submitting a character application and choosing to partake in Deadman Wasteland, players agree that they are assumed to be 18+ Years of Age as this is considered a Mature, 18+ (Non-smut) Roleplay.

•Legacy Rule•
In ye olden days, there was a section titled "Moderation in the Roleplay Sections"—If this article still exists, I do not know where it is. However, within that there was a point about GM Autonomy roughly saying that I, as the GM, and any Co-GMs I have, are here to deal with problems and situations that arise ourselves. What this means is that we will resolve our own issues, work out our own problems, and attempt to remedy any and all situations ourselves. What this means is: If you see somebody breaking my rules, or even site rules: DO NOT, and I repeat DO NOT immediately run and cry or bitch to the staff.

We're not to waste our staff's time with petty squabbles or hurt feelings. We're Adults, and we're going to act like it. If you see something that upsets you, disagrees with you; or somebody is being rude to you, breaking one of the above rules, or even breaking site rules: Come to Me, or the Co-GMs first. If we can deal with it, we will.

If it comes to it, We will go to the moderators (Eg; If a user has made a flammatory post or put up an explicit image, only the mods can hide it.) We will only involve the staff when we absolutely have to, because we otherwise do not have the power to stop something. If you feel the need to go over my head and immediately rush to the staff (particularily if you don't like the way I do things and you're hoping to push staff into giving you a certain outcome that pleases you) I will remove you from this roleplay, and from the discord server.

Again, we will only go to staff for things such as; Continual harassment/flaming/trolling/griefing, explicit imagery that a person refuses to take down, and situations that happen through PM, or otherwise outside of this particular thread (Such as another thread or topic.) Being butthurt is not a valid excuse to run to staff. Again, if you waste Staff's time, I reserve the right to remove you from this roleplay and the discord.

Protip: If something happens in PM, take screenshots before going to the mods.

Frequently Asked Questions

"Where does this take place?"
In a survivor community called "Refuge" located at Browns Point, Washington ; Just north of Tacoma across Commencement Bay. Refer to the Deadland map for further details.

"What are the ranks for the RSO?"
In order: Recruit > Specialist > Lieutenant > Captain

"How does the virus work? Is everyone infected?"
No, not everyone is infected. The virus is transmitted through the ghoul's bite, but does not kill. A person drinking Blackwater, however, will die an agonizing death and become a ghoul within minutes.

Refuge Key Points

•Security

• 12 foot high perimeter scrap-Wall.
  • Patrolled continuously.
  • Pointy edges.
  • Single Entry flanked by guard towers.
  • Guard towers on the ends of the wall.
• Streets patrolled by two-man units.
  • Patrol doubled at night.
  • Beaches are patrolled to a lesser extent to watch for incoming watercraft.
• Strategic assets under constant guard.
• Civilians and non-combat personel are permitted small firearms within the wall.
  • Other weapons such as shotguns, rifles, and automatics must be signed out at the armory in the Command Center.
  • No regulation on melee weapons.
• Noise Curfew from 7 p.m. until 6 a.m.
  • Things such as screaming, yelling, gunfire, loud work, and etc. during the night are subject to punishment, even up to exile.
  • The mayor states Refuge has a zero tolerance policy for breaking curfew as it puts everybody in extreme danger.
• Vehicles are restricted for official use, especially combat personnel and security forces.
  • Watercraft are not restricted, but are closely monitored.
  • Watercraft are kept at a group of piers near the Browns Point Lighthouse.
  • Watercraft are under constant watch, and sailors must sign-out and sign-in when coming or going.
  • Luggage and cargo are checked to ensure the safety of Refuge.

•Supplies and Resources

• Those who work eat using a system of meal tickets
  • Meal tickets can be traded and are not exclusive to a single person
  • Meal tickets use a complex bar-code algorithm
  • One meal ticket equals one rationed meal
  • Skilled laborers earn more meal tickets, menial laborers earn at least 3 per day, usually more.
• Personal businesses are allowed, but must be permitted through the Head of Expansion and Housing
• Businesses keep track of work done through logs, which are submitted at the end of the day.
• Can be turned in at the Command Center, or at Trader's Field to Expansion and Housing reps.
• No official currency, though the denizens of Refuge have adopted meal tickets as "the new dollar".
• Refuge utilizes the system of "Trade and Barter"
  • Refuge employs scavengers, but will also trade for goods and materials from other groups and collectors.
  • Refuge will not take what you've earned or found "For the good of the people", but will trade for it.
• Refuge is a capitalistic society, businesses are privately owned.
• Refuge uses menial laborers to break down complex items into raw materials.
  • These workers are called Recylcers

•Population and Expansion

• Entrants are Screened before entering Refuge.
  • Lie detectors and a series of questions about a person's past and skills are typical.
• Houses are not privately owned, and every bedroom will be filled in every house.
• Citizens are able to build their own shacks and hovels, as permitted by the Head of Expansion and Housing.
  • Refuge will even loan the materials, but the person(s) will accrue debt.
• Trader's Field is self explanatory, it serves are a large market grounds.
  • Space is rented by the Expansion and Housing reps for weekly fees.
  • Renters can pay with meal tickets, valuables, food, raw materials, and etc.
  • E.H. reps will ascertain the value of items offered to pay for renting the space.

Concept Art

• Keep in mind: The world is supposed to resemble twisted and funky tropical jungles, sometimes thick and dense with huge trees as tall as skyscrapers, sometimes looking like a sparser field of ferns and grass. Not all of this concept art conveys those feelings, These are simply to help inspire ideas and not all of them are centered around nature reclaiming urban areas. Some are just fucking cool and I like them.

Deadland Wasteland: Calling All Survivors (Looking for a few more.)

Compiling the OOC now.

For reference the factions of Refuge will be:

• R.P.D (Headed by the Lawkeeper, supported by Deputies ; a "Second Deputy" is basically 2nd in command, just beneath the Lawkeeper.)
• Essential Medical and other personnel fall within this jurisdiction, but keep their respective titles, eg; Doctor, Forensics Scientist, Paramedic, etc.)

• R.C.A (Refuge Citizen's Army ; basically non-duty personnel until there is a crisis situation)
• Non-essential Males and Females age 17 and over are conscripted and will be expected to serve when their is need. (Essential citizens are people required for the community to operate, such as engineers and doctors.)
• R.S.O (Refuge Special Operatives ; They do it all.)
• Operatives do the dangerous jobs, especially those outside the wall. They escort scavengers, patrol the wall, maintain "the clear", help the Lawkeeper's when needed, eliminate targets, and so forth.

(May tweak some of the information a bit, but that's the basic overview)
After I compile the OOC I will get to your character sheets.