The Scotsman

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Monster said
@The Scotsman, I do believe you can yes. I'm sure I remember threedawg stating something about this, as long as it is shown through the roleplay, it should be okay. He'd have to take you up on it though.

Okay, thanks buddy.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Do you think I could remove the personality section of my CS? After looking over it, I realise I don't like it, and it's so restricting for future encounters possibly.

Destined to Save the World [CLOSED]

For this roleplay, what are the differences between the knight and the paladin? I don't know if you're wanting to go by the D&D definition or anything, or if you would prefer to write your own class rules.

GONE roleplay

No problem buddy. If we get enough people (I think 6 will be good), I'll reserve you a spot. Thanks for letting me know just in case.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Hi Monster. I'm pretty sure we're in different time-zones (I am GMT, If that helps), so I apologise for the long wait between posts. I'll almost definitely be getting a post up tonight though, this was just to warn you about the expansive time between posts

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Scenario #1

Dan 'Metro' MacDuff had seated himself in the corner of the WalMart. From his viewpoint he could see everything, from the permanently jammed magic doors at the entrance to the thick blag hallway at the other side, a place he flat-out refused to go into. He wasn't scared of the dark, but he wasn't going to run into smothering darkness where some kinky fucker with a bondage fetish would take a bite out of his neck. Metro didn't roll that way. He was just kind of sitting right now, not doing anything in particular, flicking through an old copy of Empire he had found. He was still mad that the shit hit the fan before they ever got a sequel to the Dredd movie. But a quickening of the breeze, a faint sniff of odour, a quiet- Oh who the fuck was he kidding, he could see her head bobbing up and down the aisle. He slipped down from his Throne of Cafe Chairs and weaved his way through the debris, M4 levelled.

Metro had visited Glasgow a few times as a child. One time he remembered in particular though was his visit to Easterhouse, a ghetto of Glasgow. Chicago one year on from a zombie apocalypse had less shit strewn across the floor than Easterhouse did.

The girl went up aisle three. Metro bent over and went up aisle two. The awkward pressure on his chest was irritating his lungs again, he could feel a ticklish cough rising, and the rough banging of the rifle on his spine was leaving bruises. But first things first was Zed removal. No movement was coming from aisle three, so Metro being the gentleman he is, decided to get rid of the metaphorical 'spider' in this already blooming relationship: he sprung up and heaved the corpse's head too the left, hammering down the tip of his beloved knife straight through it's cranium and thumping on the other side of the skull. He lowered the body down and quietly laid it out, searching the pockets. Nought but lint. Another Zed was in the vicinity though, he could hear it tripping over the rubble of a long ago war. He straightened out and padded his way forward. He swiped the sides of his blade on an old copy of Fifty Shades of Grey (pretty ironic, considering it was now soggy with grey matter), and still crept forward until it retreated out of sight behind the book case again. An invisible Zed was as bad as a zippy Zed. Metro walked backwards and widened the gap between himself and the man-thing before turning the corner. He lunged forward stabbed the shambler directly on its spinal cord, severing it. A sickly thud harmonised the clanging ruckus of head on bookshelf reverberated throughout the store. The done fucked up, didn't it?

But nothing came of it. Or nothing of any immediate danger anyway. So he walked back to aisle three. Without saying anything, he cleaned the knife on a billowing paper bag (silly environmentalists) and sheathed it, then swung his M4 into a neutral position on his front. Metro glanced down at the crouched girl, kind of pretty actually, and waved, only the vague indication of glinting eyes showing from behind his mask.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Alright, thank you. I think I'll go and crash #1.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

threedawg said
I like it but I'd ask you to tone down the weapons since you have two guns with 195 bullets altogether. The de facto limit we've created is 60 since we don't want the emphasis of characters to be on their weapons. If you agree to lower the ammo, the profile's approved and I'll add it to the OP :)

I'll bring the M4 down to two magazines (60 in total) and scrap the pistol. Is that okay? It might come in useful as a longer range weapon at some point then.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Name: Dan 'Metro' MacDuff

Age: 23

Height: 6'

Weight: 79 kg

Appearance:

Face

Torso

Legs

Shoes

Watch

History: Dan grew up in a very military home. For the past five generations his forefathers have served with distinguish in both the Black Watch Regiment of Scotland and the US 16th Infantry Division. Diagnosed with asthma at a young age, and therefore unable to join the armed forces, Dan's father treated him like an outcast and was cold and formal with him. Growing up on war films to try and make up for his missed opportunities, Dan desperately wanted that sense of comradeship seen in the movies, that sense of brotherhood. At 16 he joined the closest thing to it - a paintballing group who encouraged teamwork and an almost military precision, training and combat procedures. Dan flourished. He recieved his nickname 'metro' because during a week long battle he had helped organise in the middle of Massachusetts with five other paintballing groups, he constructed a trench system which went almost undetected until an enemy pissed into the trench accidentally in the night and a teammate cried out in horror, thus bearing him the name 'Metro', for 'metro tunnel system'. His father still disapproved, but was happy(-ish) to see that Dan was eager to try something similar despite his condition. Dan rose the ranks of the Shadow Fury Clan (a name which Dan would relentlessly petition against), and was 2IC at the time of the Outbreak. The SFC survived the initial tragedy, but as it was revealed later, bites and scratches carry the infection, as the force soon realised when an undead ravaged nearly 40% of the group by turning whilst in the middle of the herd and causing pure carnage. The group continued to be picked away until 4 people remained - Dan, Mike, Jim, and Cate. Cate was Dan's girlfriend at the time, but she shot herself through the temple when watching Mike gorge on Jim's intestines like spaghetti. Dan was all alone.

Weapon:

M4 with ACOG, foregrip, and bipod

60 rounds, all loaded into 2 magazines.

Bowie Knife

Comes in a leather sheath.

How is this? I always feel self-conscious making CS', mine are ugly things because I'm too lazy to make them pretty.

Dark, Post-Apocalyptic Zombie RP set in Chicago

Ah shit, wrong place. Brain fart to the max.