Wired

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Oh, nah, Jason is relatively skilled having always had to look after himself and having read a few books, but he's no surgeon. Could probably help a few people though. Thing is I'm waiting on Ever to post so by the time he can get to helping people we'll (hopefully?) have Thalia's superior skills. :D

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Nah, I think Primez was offered the spot of Co-GM, don't think (s)he accepted though.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

My character may be injured. He has Congenital Analgesia and thus needs to be checked often.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

I think the bandits are dead by now, if you're just entering town it's quite the blood bath with bodies on pretty much every street I believe. I know there's at least five bandits dead on the main street.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd] (Character Sheets)

Name: Jason McKeating
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Jason is basically just an average looking dude for the most part. Average in both height and weight, he is lean but not overly muscular and stands at about 5'10. The things that aren't all that average are his scars. He has a lot of them, from obvious burns on his palms to scars from bite marks on his fingers. Clothing wise Jason wears an old SWAT tactical vest over a grime covered black shirt and gray cargo pants. He dons black boots in relatively good shape and a pistol belt which his holster and revolver hangs off of. Finally he has a brown rucksack in which he keeps his supplies.

Mutation(s): Ironically Jason's mutation wasn't caused by radiation or anything to do with the new world, this being proven by the fact that his great grandfather had the very same mutation. Jason has congenital analgesia, basically meaning that from birth he has lacked the ability to feel physical pain. What sounds like one insanely awesome thing to be born with isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially in the dangerous new world. Even in the old times babies and toddlers would severely injure themselves, babies chewing off their tongues and toddlers finding it fun to bang their heads against walls, unaware of the danger it poses. Life with C.I.P requires constant hyper vigilance and a knowledge of medicine and anatomy. If one doesn't know whether or not he is in need of medical care than one isn't long for this world. The mutation also came with Anosmia; a complete lack of the sense to smell. The mutation is more of a nuisance than a gift but Jason has found other ways to make up for the lost survival mechanisms.

Weapon(s):
Remington 870
.38 Revolver
Combat Machete

Gear:
Six .12 Buckshot Shells.
Three .38 rounds. All of which are in the revolver.
Gas mask.
A half full bottle of water.
A small roll of bandages.
Pliers.
A zippo lighter.

Faction: None

Currency: $5

Short History: Jason's mother died before his fifth birthday and he doesn't really remember much of her. He was raised by his father on the road. His reason being that he wanted to keep him away from gangs, bandits and the dangers of communities whilst also teaching him how to survive. Jason was always a bright kid and learned how to survive fairly easily, but having to be extra careful due to his mutation. He was always strong willed and a love for books kept his mind sharp, being absolutely hate filled when they would have to burn one of his books in order to keep warm. Despite the survivalist lifestyle Jason grew to be quite a moral man and doesn't enjoy causing unnecessary pain. That isn't to say he's some pure hearted hero, he isn't cruel but he does enjoy a good fight, getting a rush out of life and death situations that he enjoys; a fact that causes him great shame in the quiet moments after such events. Eventually Jason's father passed away when Jason himself was nineteen, being almost sixty years old. Jason grieved for almost a year, drifting from place to place with little to nothing on his mind. A few weeks ago he was caught whilst roaming by a band of cannibals and almost eaten; escaping very narrowly. He lost most of his supplies and has gathered rather little on his journey to Aurora's End.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

I didn't know that thread existed. It'll definitely make finding and updating my CS easier. :D

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Tis a pretty awesome film. Only seen it once though, and not in quite a while... Unless you were referencing the chicks who get to choose where dead soldiers from the battefield go, in which case I think Jason might have to operate on himself. :P

I'm not sure, he'll probably be on some point soon though since he hasn't posted in a while.

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Awesome! Anyone want to run into Otto, team up for some reason(s) and likely collab because I can never seem to write long enough posts when interacting one on one? :P

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Why are doctors always attractive enough to make you want to get shot? :P Haha, seriously though, pretty awesome CS.

The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Otto had decided to stay behind and see if there was a way he could see his admittedly reckless plan through. He really did want to leave and in order to do that he really did need his gun back. Or at least that's what he was telling himself in order to justify even considering creeping into the large guarded tent and stealing his gun back. Fortunately, or very unfortunately depending on how you look at it he didn't get too much longer to dwell on the idea. A vehicle was apparently speeding towards the bases main entrance and before Otto knew it the soldiers had opened fire on the car and Otto had a vehicle coming at him at over a hundred miles per hour. Whether it was adrenaline, years of reflex training or a fierce mix of both Otto didn't know but he managed to dive and roll out of the cars path in the nick of time. He watched from his ass as the car continued on, flipped over and flattened another civilian. It was a gruesome sight.

Otto couldn't afford to stare too long however as he heard the sound of the feral people getting closer and closer. Quickly getting to his feet he rushed towards and into the tent in which held the bases confiscated weapons. It was a crazy sight; the tent was jam packed full of weaponry. Otto went along the isles as fast as he could trying to find the Glock 17 with his name tag on. Just when it seemed impossible Otto spotted the barrel of a Glock sticking out from underneath an assault rifle and quickly pulled the weapon and tag out from underneath. When it read Otto Olson he barely managed to stop himself from shouting out in momentary and misplaced joy.

He took the two magazines next to the weapon and slotted one inside, quickly going through the motions of loading the handgun. For a couple of seconds he thought about taking the rifle but quickly decided against it. He was used to the handgun by now but had never even fired a rifle. It was a bad idea through and through. Then another thought crossed his mind, he had the urge to try and find Johnny's weapon and then try to find him again but there were obvious flaws in the plan straight up. Firstly it would be chaos trying to find him in the camp right now and secondly he didn't remember what kind of weapon Johnny's even was, or whether the subject had even come up. He didn't think it had.

With his business concluded and nothing more he could do Otto rushed out of the tent, being shocked still for a few moments at the sight of the chaos. There was no way he was getting out of the main entrance; it was jammed packed with crazies fighting their way in. With no other option in sight Otto ran deeper into the camp, hoping and praying that he could find a vehicle or another way out.