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11 yrs ago
Fallout 4 has made all of my dreams come true. November 10th HERE I COME!
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The first IC posts are up, so everyone feel free to start.
Wonderful. I cannot wait to see it.
The hallway was long, dark, and damp. Fungus and moss hung from every crack and crevice. Water, rain possibly, dripped down from the broken metal ceiling. The walls were metallic and had no differences. It was a maze. A terrible maze that seemed to have no end. Puddles had formed in random assortments throughout the tunnels. A boot, fitted for a male of mostly average size, stomped into the puddle splashing droplets all around it. Another boot, a match to the other, slammed onto the ground. It was a man, dirty, tired, and sweating. He was running as fast as he could, breathing heavily, almost wheezing. Beads of sweat dropped from his brow onto the ground, some large and the rest small. Every few steps he would spin his head around to peer down the hallway. What little light there was behind him was being sucked away into a dark abyss. It appeared like a shadow was following him, but the shadow emitted a presence, as if there was a figure within the darkness that was chasing the man.

It was sickness. Thomas figured it out. The presence that was following him was the plague itself. "How are you even...?!" he yelled at it, not being able to articulate the last part of the sentence. What Thomas was trying to spurt out was something along the lines of how could the plague manifest itself as a person. How was this real, essentially. But it was happening, it was chasing him, and if it caught him, he would surely die. Thomas continued to run, and run, and run. The hallway twisted and turned, but it never actually ended. There was no door at the end, or window to jump through in true action movie fashion. It was just a disgusting tunnel with a monster close behind. That changed quickly however. Thomas heard a voice deep within the tunnel.

"Process ending. Awakening subject now".

The voice was robotic and monotone, but it was a welcome change. Thomas did not stop running, the presence was still only a few steps behind him. Suddenly the ceiling of the tunnel was torn apart, sending debris into a light grey mist above. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Thomas shouted, believing his situation to be worsening. The plague was closer now than it was at any other point, in fact, Thomas could feel a cold hand reaching out from behind. It was all over now, he was caught, he was dead. But something, without warning, happened to change that. The mist parted and toppled down onto him. Within seconds Thomas was enveloped in the light grey cloud. The sound of footsteps gave way to a loud, repetitive, beeping. The beeping grew louder and louder. A gust of air blew across Thomas's face, and then he blacked out.


The seal had been lifted for a few minutes before Thomas finally slung himself forward. With a deep breath, he filled his lungs with air once more. At first his eyes would not open, words could not be formulated, and he was weak. It was unreal. Thomas had no idea where he was. Seconds ago he was being chased by a monster and now he was somewhere else. Heaven. That is where he thought he was. As Thomas forced his eyes open, the only thing he could see was blurs. It was all a blur, everything. There were lights and shadows, and even other figures, but mostly blurs. Finally Thomas was able to articulate a sound, a loud shout. That was followed by tears. As the tears continued to fall from his face, his vision began to clear. Within two minutes, he knew that he was not in heaven, but in space. It had been 50 years. The dream felt like it had only lasted for a few seconds, but it was 50 years.

Thomas was not able to remove himself from the cryogenics pod at first, but when his strength returned, he stumbled to the window. It looked close kind of, but at the same time it was so far. Earth. It was just waiting for him, waiting for him to come home. It had been a long time but Thomas had cousins down there, they would hopefully be waiting on his return, older, but still his cousins. After thinking about his return for a few more moments, Thomas began to move around the large metal room he was in. All of the breath in his body left him when he returned to his pod to see the date plastered in green computerized words. It was 2230. Not 50 years, but 200.

Thomas felt himself become nauseous and did everything in his power to keep it down. He placed both hands on the pod and slid down, leaning his back against it until he was in a sitting position. There were no words, no thoughts, it was all just shock. Blank. His expression was blank.
My internet provider messed up my payment but it's been cleared up. I am actually in the process of finishing up my character sheet and then I'll get the IC going, today.

Name:
Thomas Burke

Age:
Frozen at the age of 28, now is 228

Ethnicity/Birth Place:
Caucasian. Minnesota, United States of America

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
There is nothing that is very imposing about Thomas. He stands at roughly 6 foot 2 inches and weighs around 175 pounds. His build, under his clothing, is not that of a lean movie star, nor is he skin and bones. Thomas does have some tone to his physique, but he is described as average. His skin is lightly tanned, though that has probably lightened over the past 200 years. Thomas has very short brown hair, almost military-like. Thomas's chin and upper lip are covered with thick brown hair, a beard and a mustache. Blue is the hue of his eyes. They are not deeply romantic, nor are they piercing, they are more emotionless and empty than anything. Empty, that is a way of describing Thomas's facial expressions. Usually he is expressionless, and if he is feeling some emotion, it is hard to read.

Thomas's clothing consists of a pair of worn down blue jeans, a black T-shirt, and a leather coat, though he took the coat off for the big freeze. His boats look military, and used. Thomas carries himself in a very collected manner, besides the beard, he appears very well kept.

Personality: Optional.

Biography:
Being from Minnesota gave Thomas an edge on some of his competition. The winters were frigid and terrible, long usually. The summers were hot and muggy. The state truly had the "best" of everything. The edge that he received was his ability to deal with different climates. Throughout his childhood and young adult days it did not help him, but the minute he set foot onto a military base, he had an edge. Thomas's childhood was very average. One would think that his father was a military man, but he was not. Thomas's mother and father were both teachers and both very much against his choice of entering the military, but they were happy that he chose the Air Force. It is not often that Thomas talked of his childhood, and not because of any sad memories or abuse. He refused to talk about it because there were not many good stories to tell. He had a few scuffles in High School, but that was about as exciting as things got for him.

After his High School education was finished, Thomas decided that he wanted to do something productive and meaningful with his life. What did he chose? The Air Force. It seemed like a decent enough idea, but it ended up being the best decision he made. For whatever reason, Thomas had a knack for flying and was excellent at following orders. He knew he wanted to be a pilot the second he stepped foot on the base and saw the jets. The process was long and grueling. Though he was an excellent pilot, he had some shortcomings that restricted him for awhile from earning his full position as a pilot.

After becoming a full fledged pilot, Thomas realized that there was no real need for him at that moment. The United States was, surprisingly, not at war with anyone. Eventually a civil war broke out in South America and Thomas was able to deliver all kinds of bombs and missiles onto enemy encampments and bases, supply lines and depots. It was fun for him while it lasted. The enemy had no real firepower that could knock him out of the sky, but there was always still an adrenaline rush that went with flying over a "war zone". The civil war eventually came to an end and Thomas was stuck doing training exercises and supply drops.

Thomas returned home on leave, a few years into his career as a pilot, to discover that NASA had taken an interest in his flying abilities. Thomas did not know how to describe his move from the Air Force to NASA. It could have been a promotion, transfer, loan, he really did not know how to describe it. What he did know was that the training regime was a lot harder and more intense than that of the Air Force.

Thomas was never able to fly a rocket into space or anything of that nature, but he was able to practice on a machine quite a bit. Eventually though, NASA no longer found Thomas necessary, so he was relieved from duty. The plague was in full effect at this point and many jobs that were available were not interested in an ex-military pilot/NASA trained pilot. If it were an option, Thomas would have moved in with his family, but the ones who were not dead or dying from the plague had moved out of the area to try and escape it's grip. And thus, Thomas was homeless.

Through some old connections, Thomas was able to find out about the plan to send people into space. Those same connections figured out a way to get him aboard. The reasoning they used was that if the auto-pilot was damaged, they would need someone who was trained to bring it back onto the Earth. That was a complete lie because everyone knew that the auto-pilot would not break, or they were 90% sure. Still, Thomas was able to get aboard and was able to be frozen. Now he finds himself in a very long sleep, waiting to be brought back to the world he knew.

Old World Profession:
Thomas, at one point, was an Air Force Pilot, NASA experimental pilot, but finished off his last years in the old world homeless.
The skill set that he has brought with him is one that most soldiers would have. He was, at one point, a good shot but that has faded. Now his marksmanship is less impressive. Thomas has some very basic first aid knowledge. The one skill that Thomas has, and he excelled at and never lost, was his ability to pilot almost anything. if it flew through the air, he could learn to pilot it and he would be damn good at it.

Other: None.
Unfortunately my character sheet was deleted, so after work I'll rewrite it and we'll start the IC up.
Well Dragonbud, once you've finished I think we can start.
Name:
Devin Burke, mostly called Burke

Age:
20, when frozen
221, now

Ethnicity/Birth Place:
Caucasian, American.
Born in the United States

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Some people are imposing and intimidating, others are quirky, small, and weird. Some stand out, but Burke, for the most part, falls into the blending in category. He is a Caucasian male that stands at 6 foot 1 inch and weighs 176 pounds. He is not excitingly muscular nor is he overweight. Burke's build is an average one, with some slight toned features. Thin black hairs dot his arms and legs, and little bit of his chest. That is not the case with his hair. Burke's hair is thick, not long, but very thick. He did a very nice job of keeping it well above the base of his neck and the lining very clean. It does fall onto his forehead if he is running or doing some sort of physical activity, but he usually either pushes it out of the way or wears a black winter cap. Burke has blue eyes, they are not romantically deep, nor are they piercing. His eyes are normal. A very well managed beard covers his jawline and above his nose.

As far as clothing goes, Burke does not try to do anything extraordinary. For the most part, he wears jeans and any variety of T-shirt/hoodie/coat combination. Burke is not a very fashionable person, but he does not really care. On a few occasions he has dressed up nicely in a suit, but that is not very often.

Personality:
Optional.

Biography:
Burke was born and raised just outside of the Twin Cities in Minnesota. From a very young age he knew that he did not much care for the cold winters. His family originated from Florida and Louisiana, so he would spend each summer in one of those two states, usually alternating every other. It was apparent that Burke had a way with animals, and people. Most dogs and cats liked him off the bat, and he was generally able to make friends quickly and keep them. Burke was a friendly person in his early years, trusting, and just a happy kid. Then, just before his tenth birthday, his mother and father got a divorce. They split, and Burke had accidentally found out it was because his mom had cheated on his father. Unfortunately, Burke and his father had a strong bond but Burke's mother won sole custody. Burke would not see his father for 8 years.

After the split, budding trust issues began to sprout up. Not only that, but Burke was easily lied to and persuaded. It is a funny mix, but it was him. He did not have trouble trusting people off of the bat, he had trouble trusting them in the long run and maintaining longstanding relationships. Burke was used a lot growing up and also bullied, it was not a great emotional childhood for him. His mother, though she tried to be apart of his life, was busy dealing with her own issues. Burke's mother tried to marry the man she cheated on his father with, but things fell through. For awhile, she dated men on and off. None of the men abused Burke or his mother, it just led to Burke not trusting that romantic relationships could last long. There were only two friends that Burke kept throughout his entire life, and that was because they understood him and, somehow, he completely trusted them.

High School offered something new to Burke, a way to cope with his growing depression and other mental health issues. As a freshman, he tried out for his school's football team. Burke was not an all-star, but he had a good work ethic and a determination that led to him being moved to Junior Varsity, halfway through his sophomore year. One problem that football could not cure was his problem with relationships, especially with women. He was awkward and did not know how to interact in a flirtatious way. That being said, he had a large group of "friends" that he was usually around and they were mixed gender-wise. In his senior year Burke met a girl. They had known of each other for the entirety of High School, but never really talked. It was an instant click. Within two months they were dating and it seemed like most of Burke's issues were disappearing.

On his 18th birthday, Burke's estranged father made an appearance. After 8 years many things changed. Burke's father became an alcoholic and he was very poor. His girlfriend was usually strung out on heroin. The man that appeared at the birthday party was not the man that left 8 years ago. A rift was created that led to an argument behind closed doors between Burke and his father. That would be the last time they spoke. This led to a resurgence of Burke's depression and trust issues. They came back and they came back with force.

Somehow, through many arguments, Burke and his girlfriend managed to stay together and even move in after a year and a half of dating. Though he was still battling demons, it appeared as if the two were going to get married. Burke was attending a University to earn a degree in biology and veterinary medicine. He worked as a veterinary assistant for his entire college career, or most of it. Another facet of life that Burke stumbled into was volunteering. During a class presentation, a woman with a wildlife group introduced Burke to a way to help animals. He jumped at it. Work, school, and volunteering were what kept Burke going most days, his girlfriend helped the rest of the time.

It was by pure chance, a computing error, that Burke was selected for the "testing". The plague did not affect him that badly. No members of his immediate family were infected, nor was his girlfriend. School was shut down every once in awhile, overall, he was very oblivious to the impending doom. When he was selected it was a surprise, but he would be even more surprised by what he would see when he woke up 200 years later.

Old World Profession:
College student most of the time, volunteer some of the time, and veterinary assistant the rest of the time.
Most of his skills come from the volunteering or the job. He is somewhat knowledgeable in the veterinary field, as well as being able to perform some very BASIC medical procedures on humans. (Such as stitching, bandaging, stuff like that.)

Other:
None.

Sample Post: (This will help me gauge what kind of posts I can expect. I would like a specific topic to be posted here. Your character's last moments before being frozen. The lead up so to speak. At least two paragraphs)
Accepted. Once I finish up class and work, I'll get the list completed.
Everyone is accepted, but I am not at my PC so I'll add the rest of you to the list then. I guess it's time for you guys to start thinking up your first post.
All of the characters have been added, except McHaggis'. I still need that sample post, but other than that it looks really good.
There is an OOC for all those still interested.
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