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So the IC will start out as all the characters already in the group? Or will it be that all characters are close to meeting each other, and they cross paths right after that? I just want to know how the roleplay is going to start.
Well, in an apocalypse, you do what you can to survive. He probably won't be the most loving person of the group, but you can expect he works with what little he has left.
Could be cool. I'll be sure to keep an eye on this. You have my interest.
Name: Durrell Wayne Robinson
Nickname: Sexe CoCo
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
http://media.spokesman.com/photos/2009/07/24/lucious.jpg
Weapon(s): Being a hardened criminal, Durrell is never caught without a way to defend himself.
-He always has his Intratec TEC-9 with him, no matter what, concealed with at least 3 magazines for it.
-Also with him is an AK-74 he shared with his gang members. It was usually only for show, but it was handy more times than he could count during a few fire-fights, so they make sure they keep up with at least 8 magazines.
-In his possession is crowbar, spray painted black for cool factor. And while really only used as a tool during robberies, it has untapped potential against people.
Gear and Equipment:
- Clothes on his back: Grey hoodie, Black t-shirt, jeans, black bandana
- Two belts across chest used as make-shift bandoleer
- Snickers bar
- Bottle of beer
- Bottle of Mountain Dew
- Stolen handbag, large, purple in color
- Keys to a beige 2003 Honda Accord
- A 2003 Honda Accord
- iPhone 4S
- Wallet w/ various documents
- 2 ounces of weed
History: Growing up in Eureka, California, Durrell had very few friends. Being the youngest of four, he got accustomed to getting the short end of the stick very early in his life, especially with a father who was often leaving the house for days at a time and a mother who had to work most of the day. School life wasn't much better, being bullied constantly and without friends to back him up. The first person he made friends with was some Mexican dude, Pablo was his name. It was a strange friendship, as Durrell was in the 5th, while Pablo was in the 8th when they met. They soon formed a strong bond through bad actions. Skipping school when they wanted to, shoplifting, pissing on people's property, the works. Soon, they got acquainted with the wrong crowd, when Durrell was a freshman in high school, and Pablo a senior, on the verge of graduating.
After Pablo left to pursue a college education, Durrell became more exposed to the bad part of town, hanging with druggies and gang-bangers. When it was time for Durrell to graduate, he didn't pursue any further education. Instead, he decided to join the local gang, "The Black Guns". He became acquainted with the criminal lifestyle: robbery, rape, murder even.
Soon, Pablo came back to Eureka, and joined Durrell in his life of crime. Everything was fine until one day, when Durrell and Pablo stopped by a gas station to fill up, only to see some maniac running over and tackling Pablo, proceeding to disembowel him. By the time Durrell managed to kill this physco, it was too late, Pablo was dead. The cops would be on him. He needed to run, and run fast.
Skills: Has lots of training with guns, is good at sneaking around, is also very resourceful.
Nickname: Sexe CoCo
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance:
http://media.spokesman.com/photos/2009/07/24/lucious.jpg
Weapon(s): Being a hardened criminal, Durrell is never caught without a way to defend himself.
-He always has his Intratec TEC-9 with him, no matter what, concealed with at least 3 magazines for it.
-Also with him is an AK-74 he shared with his gang members. It was usually only for show, but it was handy more times than he could count during a few fire-fights, so they make sure they keep up with at least 8 magazines.
-In his possession is crowbar, spray painted black for cool factor. And while really only used as a tool during robberies, it has untapped potential against people.
Gear and Equipment:
- Clothes on his back: Grey hoodie, Black t-shirt, jeans, black bandana
- Two belts across chest used as make-shift bandoleer
- Snickers bar
- Bottle of beer
- Bottle of Mountain Dew
- Stolen handbag, large, purple in color
- Keys to a beige 2003 Honda Accord
- A 2003 Honda Accord
- iPhone 4S
- Wallet w/ various documents
- 2 ounces of weed
History: Growing up in Eureka, California, Durrell had very few friends. Being the youngest of four, he got accustomed to getting the short end of the stick very early in his life, especially with a father who was often leaving the house for days at a time and a mother who had to work most of the day. School life wasn't much better, being bullied constantly and without friends to back him up. The first person he made friends with was some Mexican dude, Pablo was his name. It was a strange friendship, as Durrell was in the 5th, while Pablo was in the 8th when they met. They soon formed a strong bond through bad actions. Skipping school when they wanted to, shoplifting, pissing on people's property, the works. Soon, they got acquainted with the wrong crowd, when Durrell was a freshman in high school, and Pablo a senior, on the verge of graduating.
After Pablo left to pursue a college education, Durrell became more exposed to the bad part of town, hanging with druggies and gang-bangers. When it was time for Durrell to graduate, he didn't pursue any further education. Instead, he decided to join the local gang, "The Black Guns". He became acquainted with the criminal lifestyle: robbery, rape, murder even.
Soon, Pablo came back to Eureka, and joined Durrell in his life of crime. Everything was fine until one day, when Durrell and Pablo stopped by a gas station to fill up, only to see some maniac running over and tackling Pablo, proceeding to disembowel him. By the time Durrell managed to kill this physco, it was too late, Pablo was dead. The cops would be on him. He needed to run, and run fast.
Skills: Has lots of training with guns, is good at sneaking around, is also very resourceful.
What DayZ lore will this be going off of? Standalone? Base mod? Epoch?
It is soul eater, you can see by finding image location
Nice! Anyone here ever play DayZ? Either Standalone or Mod?
Image of Character: http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/dundanim/dundanim0810/dundanim081000108/3759580-dangerous-looking-guy-with-beard-and-sunglasses.jpg
Name: Joseph Tolleir
Nickname: The Bad Bandito
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Preferred Weapon(s): He has an HKG36, a Makarov pistol, concealed and a machete with a leather sheath.
Personal Item(s):
-His weapons
-Keyring with about 5 different bump keys.
-Bowie Knife w/ leather sheath
-Military grade backpack
-Two canteens with water
-Three Cans of Heinz Baked Beans
-Four grams of cocaine
-$400, all in twenty dollar bills
-Gauze roll
Bio: Sitting all day in a cubicle for some no-name company, Joseph's life wasn't the most interesting. Having grown up with 2 younger siblings, his dad a garbage man and his mom working as a nurse, it's no wonder he got stuck in such a dead end job. With no real friends, his only form of escapism was the internet and his imagination. During his free time, he spent every minute he could on the internet, looking up facts and techniques that he would never use in the future. All this simply as a form of escapism. Soon, his life took a turn for the worst, with his mother now diagnosed with cancer, his siblings tried to force him back home, but he didn't want to. Why should he waste his time when he could instead look up things on the internet, furthering his knowledge, cutting off his emotions to make room for more facts, more data.
He changed. He turned into a calculation, heartless individual. Opportunistic to the core, he didn't care about the repercussions of his actions. What better time to have this revelation than on the verge of the zombie apocalypse. As soon as he heard the news, he was overjoyed, he immediately quit his job, now determined to get the edge over anyone else, now spending all his time preparing, calculating, how many people he could now fuck over when the police turned a blind eye. He started spying on his neighbors, then turned to stealing their stuff while they were gone. It didn't matter, these people probably weren't prepared well enough. Survival of the fittest is all that matters now. Natural selection, bitches.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: "They're coming to get you, Barbra"
Name: Joseph Tolleir
Nickname: The Bad Bandito
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Preferred Weapon(s): He has an HKG36, a Makarov pistol, concealed and a machete with a leather sheath.
Personal Item(s):
-His weapons
-Keyring with about 5 different bump keys.
-Bowie Knife w/ leather sheath
-Military grade backpack
-Two canteens with water
-Three Cans of Heinz Baked Beans
-Four grams of cocaine
-$400, all in twenty dollar bills
-Gauze roll
Bio: Sitting all day in a cubicle for some no-name company, Joseph's life wasn't the most interesting. Having grown up with 2 younger siblings, his dad a garbage man and his mom working as a nurse, it's no wonder he got stuck in such a dead end job. With no real friends, his only form of escapism was the internet and his imagination. During his free time, he spent every minute he could on the internet, looking up facts and techniques that he would never use in the future. All this simply as a form of escapism. Soon, his life took a turn for the worst, with his mother now diagnosed with cancer, his siblings tried to force him back home, but he didn't want to. Why should he waste his time when he could instead look up things on the internet, furthering his knowledge, cutting off his emotions to make room for more facts, more data.
He changed. He turned into a calculation, heartless individual. Opportunistic to the core, he didn't care about the repercussions of his actions. What better time to have this revelation than on the verge of the zombie apocalypse. As soon as he heard the news, he was overjoyed, he immediately quit his job, now determined to get the edge over anyone else, now spending all his time preparing, calculating, how many people he could now fuck over when the police turned a blind eye. He started spying on his neighbors, then turned to stealing their stuff while they were gone. It didn't matter, these people probably weren't prepared well enough. Survival of the fittest is all that matters now. Natural selection, bitches.
Relationship Status: Single
Other: "They're coming to get you, Barbra"
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