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Mass Effect: New Beginnings is set in the Mass Effect universe, just two weeks after the Reaper invasion. The death toll rises everyday and you are just one of trillions of other species around the galaxy to survive. Create a character, tell their story, and survive.

Rules:

No power gaming.
No controlling other characters unless you are given permission.
No killing other players unless you are given permission.

Things that are allowed:

Romances
Language
Sexual Content and Themes (( Nothing to Sexual ))
Intense Violence
Use of Alcohol, Drugs, and Tobacco
Ect.
Don't ***** to me if you can't handle it, this is a mature topic.

Character Bio Setup:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (Alien, Human, ect.)
Home world:
Description:
Abilities and Implants:
Personality:
Biography:
Other:

Side Notes:

This RPG is intended to be a fun, if there are any concerns or problems with your experience, please notify me. Incorporate the word Reapers in Other: to prove that you've read the rules. Enjoy. (( Accepting any applications ))

I watched as a man and Arkantos leaped from the second story window, Arkantos landing in the flatbed of a truck. Brooke looked towards the men and nodded. "I'm guessing that your with them." She said bluntly pointing towards Arkantos and the other guy.
(( Technically i passed out from a grenade explosion until the morning and met Brooke, it appears that the Engineer and Pyro left us at the house. ))

(( No, John ))

(( A few hours earlier, Brooke's perspective. ))
I heard the sound of a nearby explosion and several screams, pussies, i thought to myself. I walked around the pharmacy, looking for pain killers, or in my case, X. I unsheathed my machete and looked around. I saw several walkers devouring some cowardly kid. I laughed slightly and killed the walkers, their heads rolled on the ground. I paused and looked at the kid, i slightly felt sorry for him. I continued to walk through the pharmacy and grabbed a bottle of pain killers.
I walked around the town that night, searching for a nearby motel or whatever i could find to rest in. I found a dumpster, it smelled of **** or whatever. I opened the dumpster, got in, and made myself comfortable. The next day, i decided to find the location of the screams. I walked for a mile around the town until i found some man emerging from a half destroyed house. "Hey you!" I yelled at him.

I turn to the female behind me. She advanced toward me, holding a blood covered machete in her right hand. She now stood in front of me, she looked me up and down and sheaved her machete. She extended her right arm, i shook it and looked at her. She was, in my opinion, attractive. "My names Brooke." She said pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "John." I replied watching her light a cigarette. "Good to know." She said firmly. I turned back towards the house and put my pistol away.
(( If someone wants to portray Brooke, idc ))

New Character Bio, possible NPC

Name: Brooke Fisher
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Appearance: 5'5, long dark brown hair, light blue eyes, pale, tattooed, jeans, leather jacket, tank top, average weight.
Personality: Negative, dark humor, flirtatious
Inventory: Machete, Ax, six pack of beer, sunglasses, pack of cigarettes, zippo lighter
Back story: Convicted for armed robbery, Brooke had a tough life living in jail, until the Apocalypse. She used to be a "good person" until she was sexually assaulted at the age of 17. She was hardened over years of bad "habits". Although she may act like a *****, she actually has a soft and caring side.
Other: Nope
(( Btw, the "Zombie Virus" is already inside everyone. Supposedly if you are bitten, you die from infection, not from the virus. The virus becomes active after a person dies. Only blunt damage to the brain can kill a person. It says it in the comics and the TV show. ))

I awoke in the rubble of the house. I could feel the painfully sharp shrapnel piercing my skin. A sharp ringing echoed in my ears. I thought this would be it, i thought i would die, but life just kept pushing me, driving me to continue. I shifted in the rubble, what had happened to everyone else, i asked myself. I coughed, dust blowing in the air. I crawled from under the pile and got to my feet. The front of the house had been blown away and it was now day. One walker lazily stumbled across the yard, i lifted my silenced pistol and fired at its head. I brushed the dust from my clothes and hair and stepped outside. My van was still where it was and i could see the bodies of dead walkers littering the yard. I turned back towards the house. It was partially destroyed and- "Hey you!" Said a female voice behind me.

I gather my strength and push on. I pull an automatic rifle from my bag and insert a clip. **** it, i thought and sprinted down the hall at the walkers. I fired at the horde as it gathered around me. I felt several hands grabbing my arms, legs, shoulders, but i kept pushing. I fired at their heads and watched them fall to the ground. I feel my zip up being torn and elbow a walker in the face. I kick the walker in front of me down the stairs and follow suite. I fired my gun at the walkers head and continued. I reached the bottom of the stairs and fired at the walkers, noticing two people fighting off walkers with their swords. I remove a grenade from my bag, look down at it and pull the pin. I throw the grenade and watch it explode. I feel the shrapnel enter areas of my body and collapse at the shock wave. Darkness shrouds my eyes and i fall under.
(( Everyone seems to be dying ))
(( The song "Tears" by HEALTH plays out in my mind during this post ))
(( Might create another person later, John may or may not die ))

(( Allan was already dead ))
I turned and aimed my gun at the walkers head as it sprinted towards me. I fell backward as the walker jumped at me. I held his arms away from me and struggled. I could smell the rotten flesh and looked at the dangling eyeball. I threw the walker off me and grabbed my gun. The walker quickly rose and pushed me into the wall. I quickly leveled my gun to his head and fired. The walker collapsed and i breathed heavily. "What- the ****!" I said between deep breaths. I kicked the walkers head and leaned against the wall behind me.

"I- I'm sorry, i didn't mean to insinuate that- I paused at the sound of shuffling from behind me. I quickly pulled out my pistol as i heard a moan.
(( Not Allan ))

"I'm sorry for this short outburst but, what the hell is wrong with him?" I silently asked the group.
(( I meant Arkantos, not Allan ))

I hear a scream while in the bath tub and quickly get out. I dry myself off and throw on my clothes. I run out into the hall and into a room filled with people surrounding what appeared to be another corpse. A knife was in bedded in the corpses head. I stepped a little closer and noticed that it was a young teenager.

I nodded slowly and walked to the shower/ bath. I removed the rubber duck and sat in the tub, feeling guilty and disturbed.

I stand up, pick up Hannah's body and turn to the group. I look over at the toilet paper man. "I noticed that your a pyro, i can tell because of your suit. Is it alright if i ask you to burn the body?" I silently asked glancing down at Hannah's lifeless body. The pyro nodded and i handed Hannah's body over to him. I looked at my hands, they were covered in dirt and blood. "Oh and do you have a shower i can use." I said slowly.
(( Sorry, but am i supposed to throw the body on the floor? JK nvm ))

I hear the moan and quickly pull out my pistol. I turn slowly to Hannah as she begins to rise from the couch. "I'm sorry i didn't protect you, i'm sorry i didn't give you a better life like i promised, Hannah, i'm sorry." I said raising my pistol to her head. I fired and watched her body collapse to the floor. I felt my heart skip a beat, I slowly placed my pistol back in my pocket and sat on the floor next to her corpse, staring at her silently. "Goodbye Hannah." I say silently.

((Unfortunately, this is my last post FOR THE DAY, if someone wants to enter dialog or action for my character, you have the permission from me. Just make my character charismatic, sarcastic, and humorous. ))