(( Almost forgot about this Thread ! ))
Drey [ IC ]
Moving around in the Shed, Taking small steps to reduce the amount of noise I was producing. I mumble a few vulgar words about the amount of space available in this puny shed. A series of dreadful moans begin to appear out of no-where. Jumping back a little, Taken surprise by the sudden emittance of the moans.
" Gah, How long will I need to live like this... "
I stand there for a moment, My eyes flicking from side to side. The moans stop, Something wasn't right. In a motion, I move my hand towards my wrench, Beads of sweat begin to drop down from my forehead. I turn back slowly, As they do in horror movies, My eyes wide open. The door's wide open, A large crowd of zombies stand infront of me, Foam dripping off the tips of their lips. " AAAAAAAH- "
" Oh it was just a dream... "
I find myself crouching on my sleeping bag, It's still night. I go back to sleep, Waiting for tomorrow to begin.
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Oct 29, 2012Name: Dréÿzïek NaroszvoskyPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Weapons (if any): A slightly oil drenched monkey wrench hangs off Dréÿ's belt.
Weight: 179 lbs
Please inform us of your life BEFORE the incident. At least five sentences are required.:
" Today was going to be normal as usual. " Or so I thought... Working under a car isn't the best place to be during a zombie apocalypse which you don't know about, But never the less, I was there. Not so long after I finished fixing up the car's engine, I felt something grasping my leg. " Yo, What the f-. " The hand suddenly pulled me out easily, not giving me any time to finish my sentence. The figure pounced on me, Repeatedly attempting to take a bite off of my neck. I swung a hand into the side of it's head, sending it off my body hard. It's skull slapped onto the cold garage floor, making a cracking sound in the process. Wiping my hands in disgust over my shirt and pants, I began walking towards the body. It lay still for a couple of moments, " Must be dead or somethin' . " Gradually, the body began to regain it's ability to move, Each bone cracking as it made it's way up from the floor. Without thinking, I speedily gripped onto my monkey wrench and held it high above my head. " Bye bye my friend.. Or as we say in russia, Прощай, прощай, мой друг.! " I sent the monkey wrench down at saying this, It broke through the figure's skull and lodged itself deep into it's head. The figure fell back, Probably dead.
A few hours later, I was on the road, walking to no particular location. Not long after my hardy venture, I happened to stumble across a workshed, << This will have to do for now I guess. >> . I walked in, Not surprised by what I found. A small space, and building tools. I began stuffing them into my backpack whilst laying down my sleeping bag at the same time. << Oh well, Atleast it's got tools. >>. By the time night arrived, I already had placed a large lock onto the door, Thinking that this would atleast provide me with a sense of safety. Tomorrow, Hell was going to freeze over.
Hobbies: Dréÿ likes to work on cars and other various vehicles, He's accumulated massive amounts of knowledge on them and complied them into a small notebook he likes to keep with him.
Personality (TO BE FILLED OUT BY OTHERS): Has a great sense of humor, Can be cold at times. Try not to get onto his bad side.
How many partners do you have with you in your residence? If none, leave blank.:
Location: Random workshed
Oct 28, 2012Posted in: Forum Roleplaying[¬ππ¬] †he inƒ¢ç†e∂ [¬ππ¬]
" This is the end of Humanity as we know it. "-Sign
Welcome to a modern day hell,where most of the Earth's population is infected by those accursed neural worms, or dead. My name is Allison Richards, And I was a survivor. As you are currently reading this, I've passed on from my human form to becoming one of them. Right now, Your only main focus is survival. On June 8th, 2005, The spreading of a certain neural worm called " Crasicus Galapengus " was uncovered by a group of scientists, They began to perform various tests on them and later deemed them harmless. Not so long after, The worms were released from captivity and set free. This was the worst mistake made known to man. The worm itself is a parasite, It attaches itself to the host and leeches off of their body. In this case, It's taken control of the brain without any difficulty. Once turned over, The host is under the control of the parasite. It has no emotions, It feels no pain. A notable feature of the infected is the bizarre appendage that sticks out of their back. Anyways, I'm out of time... Good luck.-Letter, Allison Richards
The RP is set purely in America, It might move location later on if it gains enough members. The IC year is 2006, Food and water are severely scarce throughout the nation of America. Most of the water sources have been contaminated and vegetation ruined. The only way to gain supplies inside of the RP is to scavenge. Wether it's in the country side or a city, You always have a chance of finding something. Most items can be found in the places they'd normally be at in real life, For example : Food in supermarkets and restaurants. So don't expect to find a gun in a clothing store. Aside from this, The RP is a Open World RP and Role-Player's choices affect the surroundings and events to come.
Now onto the topic of groups and bandits. Starting off with groups, Groups can be formed at ANY time during the course of the RP. Although, It has to be scened ( RPed ). I mean, Imagine a person forming a group with someone who's current location could be halfway across America. I don't want any of that nonsense here. Next up, Bandits. They can be found in small groups, The numbers in the group can range from 5-20. These people aren;t afraid to take your supplies by force, and they will NEVER try and reach a conclusion in the heat of a confrontation. The only thing that matters to them are supplies and survival.
A notable rarity in the RP is transportation. Vehicles in other words. These are scattered across the country and are quite hard to find. Once you stumble upon one, You'll only be able to use it according to it's condition. If it has no fuel, you'll need to find one or ditch the vehicle. A vehicle without fuel is as useless as a walker without a head.
ALL RPers are required to start in the state of Maine. This is located eastern side of the United states. To be more specific, All of y'all will start in the city of Ellsworth. To make the RP easier, I shall be allowing the RPers to form their surroundings directly from their imagination. Ofcourse, RPers can also incorporate real life locations. It's your choice.
1 : The RP shall implement the use of a ' strike system '. Or in more simple terms, Warnings. Each infringement of the rules shall result in a 'strike'. There are a maximum of 5 'strike' slots per RPer.
2 : Swearing is not necessary in this RP, But RPers can feel free to either censor the words with "*" or leave them as they are.
3 : No Powergaming, Godmodding and Metagaming. Just be realistic, I don't want to see a huge ass cow flying around the state of Arizona with explosives attached to it's udder.
4 : Please follow your character's Personality at all times, Don't switch from being an 'always pissed off' person to a 'nice, cute and cuddly bla bla bla.' person.
5 : 'The infected' can be controlled by an RPer if they pm a request to me or any other moderator.
6 : Hunger and thirst must be taken seriously in this RP, If you go without food for more than 4 days, I shall insta-kill your character. Remember about finding supplies.
7 : The infected gain NO other advantages over humans aside from their speed and resistance to damage.
8 : Sleeping and rest must also be taken seriously like Hunger and thirst. If you go without sleep or rest for more than 3 days, I shall dock stamina from your character and put you at a physical dis-advantage until you take rest or pass out from lack or sleep/rest.
9 : This is not a server, If you think this is one : You are in the wrong part of the forums, Please exit.
10 : Refrain from roleplaying unless you have been accepted by me or any moderator. Once accepted, you can start off the RP if desired.
11 : State your status in the thread, [ OOC ] [ IC ]. If you are in the [ OOC ] status, Please input your words in parenthesis " (( --------- )) ".
12 : Feel free to pm me any ideas that would make this RP better.
13 : To show me that you've read the rules, Please put the phrase: " Walkers aren't alive anymore. " into your application for the RP.
14 : Lastly, Please keep your biography detailed.
Application form :
Name : [ Self explanatory ]
Age : [ Please keep it at a range from 14-55 ]
Current status : [ Infected, Human ]
Gender : [ Self explanatory ]
Appearance : [ Please provide me with either a detailed description or a picture ]
Inventory : [ Remember to keep it realistic, The items you input must be able to fit into the starting back pack]
Biography : [ Keep it Medium-Large sized, Short biographies will not be accepted ]
Personality : [ Mandatory to have one, you can't just be silent all the time. ]
Home town/ Country of Origin : [ Self explanatory ]
Likes : [ Self explanatory ]
Dis-likes : [ Self explanatory ]
Occupation before the infection : [ Affects your IC skills ]
Notable skills : [ Self explanatory ]
Views on the current state of the world : [ This is purely for an addition to your character's background ]
Other notes : [ bla bla bla ]
Discovered Locations :Groups :Safe Houses [ Name-State ] :Wanted :
Jun 14, 2012(( Sorry for the inactivity, but I've been busy for quite awhile ))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Jun 14, 2012Senator WiaczethPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Wiaczeth falls back in an instant, Fainting abruptly. Foam starts to accumulate outside his mouth, Seeming to appear from the mout itself.
Jun 14, 2012(( Easy huh ? You aren't finished yet ))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Quote from Drone414
As ship lands near Hex and the VIP. "Hop in, we are taking you back to Coruscant. Hex, help him in and get any supplies you can salvage." Skale begins to get ready to fly again.
Much easier than I thought it would be.
As the ship begins to rise up, you feel the slight sensation of the ship being rocked sideways. Your shields go down as more projectiles are fired at you.
Jun 14, 2012Senator WiaczethPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Wiaczeth groans, A large piece of metal lies on him. He tries to wriggle under the piece of metal, But he can only manage to get one arm out. " HELP ! I'M STUCK ! " He shouts this in agony as the metal pushes down on him. He shouts once more, Repeating the same words.
Jun 14, 2012(( OK then ))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Xinath [ Bounty Hunter ]
Xinath allows the blade to pierce is armor, Grunting in pain. He extends his other hand while dropping tghe grenades with the occupied hand, A blade popping out hastily. " You should have expected more from me Jedi, I'm a mandolorian. " He slams the blade into the Jedi's leg. The blade passes through it easily, Leaving a dark red gash. Xinath then falls back himself, The lightsaber having pierced his chest. He raises a hand upto his chest and falls back, Dead.
Jun 14, 2012TazeerPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
Tazeer extends his hand and shakes the girl's hand vigorously. He then points off to the armoury, " You better get going, You'll need equipment for this mission. I'll go round up the escort. "
Jun 13, 2012(( I'll handle the senate guard, You just get back to yer battle . ))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Draxus watches the Jedi Knight enter the Room, He then raises up finger to activate the Hologram. " You've been assigned to get over to Dagobah and inspect the abandoned Rebel base that was used in the war against the Empire. There have been recent signs of activity regarding shipment of weapons and other relevant things. We need you to check out whats happening. " He then points to the hallway leading to the armoury, "Your gear is there."
Jun 13, 2012(( Mate, I've set you as a mod . Feel free to control some elements of the Roleplay. ))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Jun 13, 2012Draxus RexPosted in: Forum Roleplaying
" You two are just 2 padawans right ? " Draus stares at the two for moment, Pondering about what to do with them. " I guess I can send you two on a more simple mission, You two will be accompanied by a squad of our finest members of the Senate guard. " He then sends up his fingers once more, This sending up the hologram from the pad. " Since you two are only padawans, Your mission is simple : You will need to retrieve a data chip from Kamino, The data chip should contain important blueprints about a group of mandolorians who have been carrying out attacks recently. " He then points to the hallway that leads to the armoury . " You'll find your equipment and escorts there. "
[ I'll handle the npc . . . . I plan on making a death scene for him later ]Quote from ideainsanity12
- Name : Arkan Begiej
- Age : 14
- Race : Dashade
- Appearance : Red smooth skin with white scars from fort ambush
- Biography : Born on Mustafar ( Urkupp exploded ), Arkan had to learn to look out for lava attacks. Arkan first found out he had the Force before falling into a lava bath from the fort ambush when he was 13. On his birthday, his Jedi journey began.
- Family Lore : Quite unknown because parents are quite mixed in culture creation and exploration 500 before Urkupp exploded.
- Equipment : Wields a vibrosword and wears tactical belt for holding melee weapons
- Rank : Youngling
(( Sorry, This app is rejected. How can a youngling carry a Sword that Droid commanders used? Also, The bio is too short.
Jun 13, 2012(( Finally back on ! I'm accepting Chaptrap's and Pylou's apps. I'm also setting Chapatrap and Drone 414 as mods. I can't handle everything due to time differences, so I need mods to help me.))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Jun 13, 2012Bounty Hunter [IC]Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
" Ah, My first challenge. Let me introduce myself, My name is Xinath Drekht. Aside from this, I am a mandalorian. " Xinath then taps his helmet, It being similar to the helmet of Jang Fett. He then raises up a hand, this revealing a small cube. Casually tossing the cube onto the rocky ground, Xinath then presses a small button located on the wrist of his suit. A few small figurines dart out of the cube, seemingly alive. Once out safetly, They start to grow in size. Once they reach a normal, Humanoid height; They begin to walk towards Skale. Xinath then presses the button once more, this making a small launcher appear from the fist size hole in the ' creatures ' hand.
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