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Human Name: Carlo Sabin
Age: 31
Human Appearance:
Bio: TBA
God or Goddess: God of war
God Name: Barinthius
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Alignment: Neutral-Evil
Age: 31
Human Appearance:
Bio: TBA
God or Goddess: God of war
God Name: Barinthius
God Appearance:
Symbols:
Alignment: Neutral-Evil
I reserve the god of war.
Name: Vince Turano
Appearance:
Job: Applied Scientist, working mostly on teleportation.
Relation with Other Departments: He has a mostly bad relationship with the test subjects, good standing with most of the security team, and just neutral standings with everyone else.
Role in Creating the Incident: He accidentally teleported a few test subjects outside of where they were supposed to be, and it also gave them increased hearing but decreased sight.
Where You Were and What You Were Doing 5 Minutes Ago: Hiding from a test subject inside of his lab.
Appearance:
Job: Applied Scientist, working mostly on teleportation.
Relation with Other Departments: He has a mostly bad relationship with the test subjects, good standing with most of the security team, and just neutral standings with everyone else.
Role in Creating the Incident: He accidentally teleported a few test subjects outside of where they were supposed to be, and it also gave them increased hearing but decreased sight.
Where You Were and What You Were Doing 5 Minutes Ago: Hiding from a test subject inside of his lab.
I'll get something up soon.
.Vince had woken up just before his alarm went off. He turned off his alarm, and started going downstairs. He saw Yuuki go upstairs, almost running into him. He wondered what that was about. But whatever. When he got to the kitchen, he saw that Helen and Cole were already there. "Hello" he said, as he went to the fridge and got himself an apple.
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Name: Vince
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Role in Family: Son
Powers: Electricity Manipulation
Personality: He is a very blunt person. He is very energetic and hates being still. He usually doesn't plan for anything, and prefers to just make stuff up as he goes along. It's very hard to get him mad. He usually can't read people's emotions, so can't tell if someone is mad or sad unless they make it very obvious.
Other: Family Forever
Name: Vince
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Role in Family: Son
Powers: Electricity Manipulation
Personality: He is a very blunt person. He is very energetic and hates being still. He usually doesn't plan for anything, and prefers to just make stuff up as he goes along. It's very hard to get him mad. He usually can't read people's emotions, so can't tell if someone is mad or sad unless they make it very obvious.
Other: Family Forever
Name: Rikuto Hayashi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Color: Blue
Stage: 1
Powers: (Dull)blades growing out of the wrists, covering the lower arms and sticking out past the elbows
Appearance:
Personality: He is a very blunt person that rarely takes people's feelings into account. He is very sarcastic and somewhat aggressive. He has low patience, and doesn't like to use plans, instead he prefers to just make things up as he goes along.
History: Will leave for IC
Other:
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Color: Blue
Stage: 1
Powers: (Dull)blades growing out of the wrists, covering the lower arms and sticking out past the elbows
Appearance:
Personality: He is a very blunt person that rarely takes people's feelings into account. He is very sarcastic and somewhat aggressive. He has low patience, and doesn't like to use plans, instead he prefers to just make things up as he goes along.
History: Will leave for IC
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SyrianHamster said
Yes. DayZ has taught me much about surviving the zombie apocalypse.
Like you should shove a rotten banana down someone's throat until he dies.
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Johnny was in a house, wandering around, just trying to find more supplies. So far, he has had no luck. However, that wouldn't stop him from trying. In most of the house, he had found almost nothing. He went to the bathroom, the last place that he could look. He found some Narnia bandages. "Well, might have to use it sometime" he grumbles under his breath. He opened the front pocket of his backpack and put the bandages in. Right when he got to the front door, he heard a small gurgle. Barely able to be noticed. But that could only mean that there was a zombie nearby, and from the sound of it, it was probably behind the door. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a bit of pounding at the door. There seemed to be quite a few zombies there. Unless he used his gun, which would attract more attention, he wouldn't be able to take them on. So his only option was to try to lure them somewhere else.
It only took him a few seconds to figure out a plan. He would probably break a window around the side of the house, and when the zombies went there, he would sneak out the front door. The only problem, was what he could use to break it. The only thing that would really break the window was an old television. "Well, I don't have many other options" he muttered to himself. He went to the bedroom with the t.v. He took a few minutes to unplug all of the cables, and even longer to lug it to the window. He was tempted to sleep in the bed upstairs. But, the zombies would have probably broken the door by then. He heaved up the television with a little grunt escaping his lips, and he heaved the t.v. through the window. It had a loud shatter, which would attract almost anything nearby. He went to the door to wait until he was sure all the zombies were gone, then he opened the door.
He walked outside, careful not to make a sound. He looked down where the windows was, and saw zombies trying to get through it. He noticed that on one side of the road, there were quite a few zombies coming in his direction. "Shit" he muttered to himself, and quietly made his way down the road. After a few minutes of walking, there were only two zombies still following him. Might as well take care of them he thought to himself. He got his pocket knife at the ready and went towards the zombies. He took put the first zombie easily with the knife going in between the zombies eyes. However, he couldn't get the knife out, and the other zombie was close to him. " Typical ". He knew better than to continue to try to get the knife out. He quickly drop the knife, along with the now dead zombie. However, the zombie that was still alive manged to scrath him. Just a tiny bit. He let out a grunt of pain from it. He quickly ran backwards a bit. He had to look for a weapon.
After a few seconds of looking, he noticed a brick. He let out a tiny grin as he ran to it. He picked it up and hit the zombie with it, and the zombie fell down. He threw the brick downwards at it, and stomped in the zombie's head a few times until he heard a satisfying crack of the skull. He went over to the other zombie, and after a few hard tugs, he got the knife out, with some blood spraying up at him. He checked the scratch he got from the zombie. It was bleeding, but not too much. Probably not enough to cause an infection. He remembered the band-aids and got them out. He took a few of them out and put them along the scratches. It would be enough to stop the bleeding. And he probably wouldn't die. He took out his water bottle which was almost empty. Though, he hadn't had water for about a day, so he had the rest of it. He threw the bottle away, and put the rest of the band-aids out. After a few more minutes of walking, he walked directly in the line of sight of someone (Trevor). He quickly got his gun at the ready, just in case the man tried to kill him.
Johnny was in a house, wandering around, just trying to find more supplies. So far, he has had no luck. However, that wouldn't stop him from trying. In most of the house, he had found almost nothing. He went to the bathroom, the last place that he could look. He found some Narnia bandages. "Well, might have to use it sometime" he grumbles under his breath. He opened the front pocket of his backpack and put the bandages in. Right when he got to the front door, he heard a small gurgle. Barely able to be noticed. But that could only mean that there was a zombie nearby, and from the sound of it, it was probably behind the door. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a bit of pounding at the door. There seemed to be quite a few zombies there. Unless he used his gun, which would attract more attention, he wouldn't be able to take them on. So his only option was to try to lure them somewhere else.
It only took him a few seconds to figure out a plan. He would probably break a window around the side of the house, and when the zombies went there, he would sneak out the front door. The only problem, was what he could use to break it. The only thing that would really break the window was an old television. "Well, I don't have many other options" he muttered to himself. He went to the bedroom with the t.v. He took a few minutes to unplug all of the cables, and even longer to lug it to the window. He was tempted to sleep in the bed upstairs. But, the zombies would have probably broken the door by then. He heaved up the television with a little grunt escaping his lips, and he heaved the t.v. through the window. It had a loud shatter, which would attract almost anything nearby. He went to the door to wait until he was sure all the zombies were gone, then he opened the door.
He walked outside, careful not to make a sound. He looked down where the windows was, and saw zombies trying to get through it. He noticed that on one side of the road, there were quite a few zombies coming in his direction. "Shit" he muttered to himself, and quietly made his way down the road. After a few minutes of walking, there were only two zombies still following him. Might as well take care of them he thought to himself. He got his pocket knife at the ready and went towards the zombies. He took put the first zombie easily with the knife going in between the zombies eyes. However, he couldn't get the knife out, and the other zombie was close to him. " Typical ". He knew better than to continue to try to get the knife out. He quickly drop the knife, along with the now dead zombie. However, the zombie that was still alive manged to scrath him. Just a tiny bit. He let out a grunt of pain from it. He quickly ran backwards a bit. He had to look for a weapon.
After a few seconds of looking, he noticed a brick. He let out a tiny grin as he ran to it. He picked it up and hit the zombie with it, and the zombie fell down. He threw the brick downwards at it, and stomped in the zombie's head a few times until he heard a satisfying crack of the skull. He went over to the other zombie, and after a few hard tugs, he got the knife out, with some blood spraying up at him. He checked the scratch he got from the zombie. It was bleeding, but not too much. Probably not enough to cause an infection. He remembered the band-aids and got them out. He took a few of them out and put them along the scratches. It would be enough to stop the bleeding. And he probably wouldn't die. He took out his water bottle which was almost empty. Though, he hadn't had water for about a day, so he had the rest of it. He threw the bottle away, and put the rest of the band-aids out. After a few more minutes of walking, he walked directly in the line of sight of someone (Trevor). He quickly got his gun at the ready, just in case the man tried to kill him.
Ortwin had just woken up. He always liked to have a little bit of extra sleep. Once he had gotten all of his armour on, it was time to do a bit of hunting. He grabbed his dagger and went hunting. He had only got a few squirrels, but that would be enough. He placed them in a cabinet for later. He decided to go to the shrine.He never really had a reason to. He has never believed in any god. It was just simply a place to relax. Most of the time. He walked over to the shrine, with near silent footsteps.
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