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| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs May 11, 2006 01:06 am |
| Post your stats as so: Name: Occupation: Weapons: Skills: Background: Misc.: Note: This will be a little further into the future so it will have mechs and like space ships and stuff.. __________ Name:David Sanchez Occupation:Brigadier General in Marine Corp. Weapons:M4A1 Carbine (present day version), Laser pistol, lightsaber knife. Skills:Well built, fast runner has good aim. Background:Born in the year 2143 and grew up in a family of Marines now in 2164 he is a Brigadier General who has accomplished many great things. Misc.:Wife named Katja and 2 kids named Eric and Mason. ------------------- Part 1 ------------------- David was in the middle of sleeping when he got a call and was sent to work, he was told to report to the Presidents house and get a briefing of whats happening. He and his squad get in his Hummer H3 (he likes old style stuff) and starts driiving to the White House. After about 50 miles he starts running low on gas so he stops on the side of the road and goes to the back of the car to get the gas tank and fill the Hummer as his phone rings, he asnwers it and it is the President telling him to get there immediatley and David tells him he is alomost outo f gas and will be there soon. So he fills up his tank and drives along to the White House. 1 hour later He starts to walk through the gates and goes into the Oval Office and the President says, "Sanchez what took you so long?" "Sorry sir, my vehicle ran out of gas." "D*** it Sanchez I told you to get a hover vehicle." Sorry sir, but I love my Hummer and am not getting rid of it until it cant even work." "Ok Sanchez heres the deal, we have people trying to form a rebellion in other countries and they have alot of people, I want you and the squad to go to Afganistan and take their leader out." "Yes sir!" ----------------------- Will write mpore when people join. |
| Posted by: Central May 11, 2006 02:26 am |
| Name:Central Kolowski Occupation: INTERPOL Agent Weapons:XM-8, Glock20c,Combat knife, EMP grenades, Wrench!, Medkits, and occasionally a Vibrosword (Think the Cyborg Ninja from Metal Gear Solid for the sword xD) Skills:Sniping, building turrets, Healing freinds Background:Having flown in from Europe to take a tour of the US, and to investigate a few drug-runners. Misc.: Loves his pistols, and his Xm8...and his Vibrosword. Keeps those with him at ALL times. He has 'shotgunned' his skills (Covered many of them, sacrificing personal time to research each skill ((Sniping, Sentry building, Medical use, Sword use, Pistol and rifle training)) Age: 23 (Young, I know, but he's been doing this stuff from a young age. Skills with Rifle and Pistol are greatest, Vibrosword next, Healing, then building sentrys, which he has just learned) |
| Posted by: KrazyFoYou1243 May 11, 2006 03:35 am |
| Name: Caitlen Florence Occupation: StarBucks Clerk Weapons: Nada Skills: Good throw aim(from Softball). Background: An average girl who just finished High School. She works at Starbucks and loves sushi. |
| Posted by: Elite viking May 11, 2006 10:10 pm |
| Name: Henrik "Viking" Kowalski Occupation: Basic teccie, very low in the system. Employed at some huge data company. Weapons: Energy blade, just a few inches. And a low calibered pistol of sorts, that he isn't supposed to have  Skills: Pretty good with computers and hacking, basic melee and pistol skills. Problem solver à la McGyver Background: Finished school with average grades, nothing to write home about. Just got a low-paying job at one of the leading computer companies <Insert name here>. Has a feeling that something is out of place with those who employ him. Like something illegal was going on. Misc.:Likes pizza and Pepsi Max. Non smoker. |
| Posted by: Equalizer May 11, 2006 11:54 pm |
| Name: Andy Syria Occupation: Rogue Computer Technician and Physicist Weapons: Shock Rifle, 9mm Calibre Pistol, Electro-Knife Skills: Self-defence, Amidextrous, Accurate Background: Andy was born in Russia. When he was five, him and his family moved to America. His family was killed in an earthquake. His father was said to be a Physicist for a Corporation. A Sub-ordinate took him in. He worked with the corporation for five years and, when an experiment went wrong, his mind was wiped. He lived on the streets for three months before buying a house once he realized how much money he had earned from his job. Misc.: Andy smokes. |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs May 12, 2006 12:30 am | ||
No, to much like stuff that is retarded, sorry, fix it or dont join. Krazy and Viking yes. EDIT: and equalizer.. |
| Posted by: Central May 12, 2006 12:40 am |
| So Im retarded for carrying alot of stuff with me? Explain that to me, please. XM-8, Glock20c,Combat knife, EMP grenades, Wrench!, Medkits, and occasionally a Vibrosword. XM-8 is a decent sized Carbine. That fits on the back. Glock20c is on the hip Combat knife, belt. EMP grenades, about two or three, o nthe belt Wrench, on the belt Medkits in a backpack, maybe? And the vibrosword, on the back crossind under the XM-8. None of it is too heavy, and even today is physically possible to carry that much stuff with ease. |
| Posted by: Nikku May 12, 2006 01:34 am |
| way to heavey. Name: Nick Chalion Occupation: Hacker, Hitman, Gun For Hire, Bartender (As a cover up) Weapons: Small ppk pp7 like gun with a silencer, but packs a seroius punch, and a K-BAR 12 inche knife Skills:Hacking, Shooting, Stabbing, Martial Arts, Drink Mixing, Doesn't Think just Does Additude, and can drive pretty well Background: Parents left him in an ally way, raised himself, got involved in mafia, rose to a high ranking, live in and Old Hub, but it is very safe. Misc.: Nick Smokes, alot Note: Jacked a space ship and keep it in and old hub wich he lives in, this space ship is top of the line |
| Posted by: Central May 12, 2006 04:24 am |
| Ehh, alright. Probably is al ittle heavy. Then, Xm-8, Glock20c, and Vibrosword. Skills:Blade use, Weapons specialist. |
| Posted by: KrazyFoYou1243 May 12, 2006 04:26 am |
| Cailten walked back and forth and looked at her watch impatiently. Their bus should have been here minutes ago! Her and her softball team were waiting at the bus stop for their ride to their next game. It was against the Fresno high school team. "Damnit, where are they?" Mrs. Waters asked, obviously pissed off. She was wearing a blue and white blazer. Those were their school colors. "That's what I would like to know," Jorden added. Caitlen went away from the group and sat over at the bus stop bench. There were two other girls on one side of it with there shoulders against each other sleeping. She sighed and dropped her duffel bag at her feet. |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- May 12, 2006 11:50 pm |
| Is this an RPG or a story you write incorporating our characters? If it's a story, then so far it's exceptionally vague so far in Part 1. The president wouldnt ask someone to drive to the White House and tell them to go to Afghan; of course, I know very little about that type of stuff. Anyway... ============ Name: -Duncan "Scotty" Wallace Appearance: -Short black hair -Sparkling brown eyes -Tan skin -Average Seals build -6'1"; 180lbs -Tight black T-shirt -Generic Black Coat -Black Pants -Comfy Black Boots -Dual Chest Holsters (Covered by Coat) -Black Tactical Gloves (Put Away in Coat) Age: -23 Occupation: -Ex-Armed Forces -B.A.N. (Best Answer to the Nation) Gang Weapons: -G42 (futuristic G36; shorter, bulkier and carries a 40 round clip)(kept at home) -Seal Knife (present day knife) -Dual Glock 36C's (futuristic glock's chambered with 9mm Hollow point ammo; 18 round clip) Skills: -Ability to Negotiate -Ability to Reload/Dismember weapons quickly -Excellent at Hand-to-Hand Combat Background: -After a troubled, poor childhood, "Scotty" was always finding means to acquire money for himself and his two, younger brothers. With his dad gone, mom sexually abusing him and his siblings, he turned a desperate eye to corrupt business. At age 16, "Scotty" got involved in gang-related problems; gang members raided his home resulting in the torture and deaths of his whole family. When this happened, "Scotty" promised to himself that he would find the people that did this and serve justice; which he did. After killing the men responsible, he joined the Navy in an attempt to become a SEAL. When training to become a SEAL, 87% of his co-recruits dropped out from the brutal training. At age 22, he was sent to an "Undisclosed War" where he received exempt marks with the ability to retire. No one knows what he did to be able to retire with only working as a SEAL for a couple years, but he is living comfortable. After being a SEAL, he started up a gang named B.A.N. (Best Answer to the Nation) with the goal to do justice to his hometown - whether it being killing another gang member or a dirty cop. His underground gang was unknown by most bystanders, feared by most gangs, and wanted by the Police. ============ How's that for a sign-up?  |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs May 13, 2006 01:47 am |
| Decided to make it an RPG, but one of my parts will announce when zombies are here, so no one else try to. -------------- David was on his a C-57 and was flying to Afghanistan when the plane started to drop, he went up to the cockpit to see the pilots missing, blood on the walls and floor and one of the engineers of the plane on the floor, feasting on some flesh. David said, "Sir, back off or I will take action!" The engineer looked up and grinned at him, then he leaped and knocked David's gun out of his hand. David was laughing the whole time and pulled out his knife, turned it on and sliced the engineers head in half. He retreived his weapon put it on his bck and tried to pilot the jet. The controls were jammed so he got his squad and yelled, "Move it men! We have a code black! Get the parasuits on and jump out! (parasuits are like suits with a lot of small parachutes on the back so it slows down faster) So they all jumped out right before the plane crashed into a huge building, it looked the Empire State Building and when they landed they had guns at the ready and were very able to shoot anything they could. David pulled out his radio and contacted HQ saying, "Let me speak to General Johnson, tell him Sanchez needs to talk!" "Sir yes sir!" a few seconds later a man with a deep rugged voice said, "What is is Sanchez?" "Sir, our engineer went nuts and ate the pilots, the plane crashed into what I think is the Empire State Building but I have no idea where we are. I would ask you to check our GPS signals and tell me where we are sir!" "Sanchez, your in New York and you have multiple signls headed towards you, be ready for a fight!" "Yes sir, Sanchez out!" "Ok men we have multiple targets near us and dont hesitate to shoot anyone that looks dead!" "Sir yes sir!" they all replied. All of a sudden some person leaped at on the squad members and David put a bullet in his head right as they landed on the ground and said, "Maine are you injured?" "Sir, he bit me! He f***ing bit me!" "Roger that, get the medic here this instant!" ------------------------ Cliffhanger... and Chris, Nick your in but Central, I dont care fix it or dont be in! |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- May 13, 2006 04:11 am |
| Duncan "Scotty" Wallace The jostle of abundance of people crowded the streets of the large city. Scotty rubbed the stubbles on his face with the backside of his right hand as he unhurriedly kept his walk on the sidewalks with the rest of the average pedestrians. Of course Scotty was by no means an average pedestrian, but no one ever gave him a second glance. The traffic jams of the hover cars filled the streets, the angry and irratated clamor from the drivers erupted from the cars. "God I love this place," Scotty mumbled to himself with a smile. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and felt the coat tighten, stretch from the pressure. Commercial buildings occupied every pocket on the side of the pavement, creating colossal shadows on the roads. A mediocre bar was across the street right next to other souvneiger shops. Scotty didn't bopther to look both ways as he crossed the packed down gravel and weaved to-and-fro through the standstill of cars. The heavy, wooden double-doors were gaurded by undercover gang members in everyday outfits. They stared into Scotty's eyes and then back to a leveled watch as he passed on through. Scotty was greeted by the thick aroma of smoke and hard liquor upon entrance of the bar. Scotty surveyed his surroundings with shifting eyes and counted five average civilians, one undercover cop, and three gang members. The feeling of unease started to set in, but Scotty just shook it off; no one really knew the leader of B.A.N.'s appearence but the lukewarm feeling of unpleasentness filled his insides. Scotty casually strolled to the bar and sat down next to the undercover cop who was sipping at his beer. The "pig" looked slowly to his right and gave a quick assessment in his mind of Scotty before going back to his alcoholic beverage. "Wha'cha want?" An old, balding bartender inquired. Scotty evaluated his choices and responded with a quick point at the "Samuel Adams" underneath the words "Draft". "Hey, buddy," a gruff voice uttered from behind Scotty, followed by a rough tap on the left shoulder of the undercover cop. "This bar isn't open for your kind." Scotty didn't bother turning around to comprehend what was about to go on. A gang member was standing by the cop with his right hand in his coat pocket. The cop turned around sluggishly and glared at the gang member up and down, and decided that going back to his beer was much more important that chatting with the fellow. "Did you hear me asshole? Animals aren't allowed in this place; that means no pigs," the gang member declared to the cop. God damn it, I just want my drink...that's all, Scotty thought to himself as his right hand tediously went towards the opening of his coat where one of his handguns were located. Hope this guy doesn't try and pull anything... |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs May 13, 2006 05:09 pm |
| The medic rushed to David's location and tried to bandage the wound but he was to late, the marine was dead. The medic backed up and David got out of the waay and looked at the marine for a moment, then all of a sudden the marine stood up but he had that look like the engineer from the plane. David could only get the words, "Oh shi-" out of his mouth before the marine jumped on him and bit his shoulder. Luckily David's armor protected him as the medic put a hole through the former marine's head. ----------------------------- I know its short but I dont have much time to write. and Chris, I like it. |
| Posted by: Keyes May 14, 2006 12:19 am |
| Name: Alex Keyes Age: 29 Job: Ex-Special Forces Build: Stocky, 5'11" Mental: Calm, controlled, lone wolf Weapon(s): A battered Beretta 92FS, Combat Knife Equipment: Flashlight that can be attached to the underside of his Beretta, silencer for the Beretta, a few spare clips for the Beretta, Zippo, Flashlight, slightly damaged Kevlar vest Bio: Was a member of an unknown Special Forces team, specialising in assisting with the removal of bioweapons and guarding the scientists alocated the job of disposing of them. Was court-marshalled after killing a scientist who attempted to use a biological weapon on him while they were meant to be removing it from the hands of a group of terrorists. After finding no work in the UK, he left for the USA. He was on the run after doing various jobs for a government agency still unknown to the rest of the world, and was witnessed doing some of these jobs (assassinations, robberies, giving shelter to a known criminal on one occasion). Five years after escaping a zombie infested city the first time the undead walked (an incident hushed up by the government through the use of a nuclear missile) he was captured and used in a cryogenic freezing experiment, and awoke approximately seven hundred years too early. After waking up in a cryofreezing chamber and having to kick his way through toughened glass, Keyes has gone out to find out what's happening in the future - and whether or not the FBI are still on his tail... ---------------------------------------------- How's this? Alright, or too far out? |
| Posted by: Nikku May 14, 2006 06:40 pm |
| Nick... Nick was getting more Absolute Vodka from the back when he walked in on the scene, an obvious gang trying to do wrong to a member of the law who hadn't done anything wrong. The cop was a regular, never hurt anyone and frankly, Nick liked the guy, he always payed for his beer and left tips. Nick leaned over to Ottis, the older bartender and whispered in his ear "There's gonna be some trouble, lock yourself in the back room... hury." And With that the old bar tender shuffled over to the back room and locked the door. "What can i get you?" He asked to a man in a black coat, both hands in his jacket. "Sam Adams, draft." he grumbled. Nick poured the man a cold one and slid it over to him. The man handed him 4.50 and Nick 'acidentaly' dropped the change. While Nick was on the floor he cocked back the slid on his walther P27 and slid it into his leather jackect. He also checked the 15 Gauge shotgun the was hockey tapped to the under side of the bar counter. "I said we don't like your kind in here" said the gang member. "Hey buddy, You don't own the fucking joint, piss off." Said Nick. The gang member leaned over the bar. "You know who my father is?" He said a-matter-a-factly. "Listen You little spoiled shit, I coudln't give less of a flying fuck who your dad is, know get the fuck out of this bar." Nick said leaning closer to the man. "You know What!" The gang member said and he smacked his hand on the bar counter, open palmed. "What?" Nick said as he unseathed his knife and stabbed it into the man hand and the man let out a scream. Nick The grabbed the mans head and slammed it into the counter, yanked out his P27 and shot the man in the head, blood splattered the counter. The Music stopped as the other gang members backed away and more gang member joined them as the started to open fire on Nick, who ducked behind the counter. The man with the Sam Adams and the black coat pulled out 2 pistols and shot 2 gang members as he jumped behind the counter. Nick pumped the shot gun. "Well good day..." He smiled at the man. "Name's Duncan Wallace, you can call me scotty." Said the man. "Name's Nick, last name isn't important now." Nick said as he stood up and fired the shot gun and his pistol in unity, and grabbed his knife out of the corpse's hand. |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- May 15, 2006 12:45 am |
| Duncan "Scotty" Wallace Scotty quickly looked over the bar and counted three gang members - two of which were wounded - and three civilians - one was killed though. "Where's the cop...?" Scotty asked himself silently. He ducked back under cover as he was met with heavy pistol fire. He concentrated hard and listened carefully at the enemy's weapon sounds. "One man has a Beretta, another has what sounds like a Raging Eagle*, and another with...," Scotty didn't know what the other man had. He heard dry fire with a quick use of profanity from over the bar, signaling empty guns. Scotty put away one of his handguns, and held one with both hands. He looked over at Nick who all ready knew what to do. With that, Scotty crouched-stood and held his handgun straight ahead of him, looking down the sights of his gun. He aimed to his right at one African-American gang member who was fumbling with his Raging Eagle*, trying desperately to reload the powerful gun. Scotty squeezed the metallic trigger and was comforted with the usual crack from his gun. The man's eyes went wide with fright, and then rolled to the back of his head. The 9mm bullet went into his head and was lodged deep into his brain, stopping any mental activity. One down, he thought to himself before hearing a loud shotgun blast from Nick. Scotty looked over to his left to see that a man that was hiding behind an overturn round table screamed in pain as he was knocked off his ass; he was as good as dead. Two down... Gunfire from the Beretta filled the room, resulting in quick covering by Nick and Scotty. "Just wait for him to reload," Scotty yelled over to Nick, who aknowledged with a simple nod. He held the shotgun close to his chest, leaning heavly against the bar and looking up at the ceiling. They both heard the gunfire shift from the leftside of the bar, all the way to the right side where the entrance of the building was. "Shit, he's running away!" Nick yelled as he stood up and aimed his shotgun at the retreating man. With his finger on the trigger, he hesitated his shot while letting the man run out of his bar. Scotty stood up and stared at Nick. "Why did you let him go?" "Windows," Nick said, pointing to the large glassed areas in the front of his building. "I'd rather not shoot any people that may be around that...after all, no one can hear inside this place from the outside. Top of the line walling." Scotty just stared at him before sighing. He put his handguns away and pulled his coat out, giving it a more comfortable fit. "Is there a back door to this place?" Scotty asked, rubbing his hands slowly together. "Yeah..." Nick answered, pointing to the back room. With that, Scotty walked over to the back room while hearing a yell erupt from Nick. "Where the fuck you going?!" "Well," Scotty said, as he was opening the door to the back. "I'd rather not be questioned by the cops; going to jail for carrying concealed weapons isn't my idea of fun." Scotty then walked out of the building and into a dark alleyway. *Raging Deagle - a futuristic Desert Eagle; chambered with .357 bullets |
| Posted by: Nikku May 15, 2006 02:34 am |
| Nick Chalion Nick looked around at the mess, it was beyond repair. He Went into the back room and told Ottis to go home. He then grabbed a few duffle bags and empted the register and safe into them. He reload the shot gun with 20 shells, and threw the other 2 boxes into the bags. He search the other bodys and found about 400 dollars in each of them. One of them had 5 vials of crack, and a different one had a pound of herion. Nick personaly hated drugs, but he decided to take them anyway, he could sell them. He then grabbed the guns, and M87, a sort of uzi, The Raging Eagle, and another man had a sawed off m72 carbine. All of them used the same ammo, NATO .357 cal. He Went into the back and grabbed a few bottles of antquie liquor and wine, he also grabbed a crow bar and 3 500 round boxes of .357 ammo. He grabbed the bags and threw them into his hover car. He walked back into the bar and smashed at least 3 bottles of alchol on each body, then just went crazy with the rest of the bottles, except for one. A Bottle of Jack Daniels, he filled his flask with it then shoved a rag down the center. and lit it with his zippo and threw it in the middle of the room and ran out. He got into his hover car and droze away. 30 minutes later. He saw Scotty on the side of the road and stopped. "Scotty! Need a Ride?" Asked Nick |
| Posted by: SirAlucard May 15, 2006 05:16 pm |
| Name: Scooby Doo Occupation: Spastic Age: 12 (In dog years???) Scooby was walking down the street and he got eaten, the end. RAWR!!!! |
| Posted by: KrazyFoYou1243 May 18, 2006 05:30 am |
| "It's here!" Mrs. Waters said all of a sudden. The two girls on the bench beside her quickly got up and walked over to the bus stop. The Bus swopped out of the air and landed in front of them. bang... Caitlen looked over her shoulder. What was that? Wa sit a gunshot? "Caitlen! Hurry up!" She nodded and walked on the bus. The doors closed behind her and she loked for a seat. The only open one was by Krista Eagles. She walked over and plopped down. "What kept you?" Krista asked being nosy as usual. "Nothing... I thought I heard something but it was nothing." |
| Posted by: tubbles May 21, 2006 04:38 pm |
| Name: Ronald McDonald Occupation: McDonald's founder Weapons: teeth, winchester, mp5, spas 12, bullpup Skills: poinsoning Background: founder of a top secret chemical test lab, disguised as a fast food company. chemical laced burgers filled with LSD brought company to top. Now ronald enjoys a wealthy salary to fuel his megalomaniacal interests Misc.: Ronald was first visiting america when his shop was attacked by a mob of fat zombies. Ronald, ever the quick thinker, saved the staff by releasing a shower of chemicalburgers on the undead scum. Now, ronald actively hunts zombies, hoping to regrow his business. |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff May 26, 2006 02:01 am |
| Name: Johnathan Wendel Occupation: Security guard at Heaven's gate mall Weapons: nightstick, Riot Gun, Desert Eagle Skills: Headbreaking, roundhousekick Background: John Wendel only had a mother at childhood. He had a brother who is always close to him, and they mostly sticked to each other. When John grew up, old enough to get a job, he decided to go at Heaven's gate to find a job he can get and earn good money. Although he ended up being a guard of a mall because he did not have enough experience at other jobs. He wishes to visit his mom one day if he affords a ticket to New York. Misc.: He lives alone, but mostly he hangs out with Mike Walker, his close friend. |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs July 02, 2006 12:59 am |
| tubbles, wtf? no and zombiesheadoff or whatever, this isnt in heavens gate, this is in the future, heavens gate was destroyed. sorry guys, i was in utah sop i didnt get to continue till just now. ------------------ David got up and looked around there wwasnt anyone left but him, the medic and 2 squad members alive, he grabbed his radio and called for an evac, ASAP. A couple minutes later a jet arrived and everyone got in, David took another look at the dead marine and got out, put his knife in the marines head and buried him with his gun sticking out of his grave. He spritned back to the jet and they took off. 5 minutes later.... David was in the General's quarters speaking with him about the marine, "Sir, something had bitten him before we killed it and the medic tried to bandage him up but he was dead, and a couple of seconds later he got a look in his eyes, like the one the engineer had and he jumped at me as teh medic shot him in the head," David said. "Marine, I dont beleive the half of that get your squad members in my office ASAP!" The General said. |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs October 10, 2006 11:38 pm |
| I know revive, but it was only down this low because I was gone for about a month doing school and projects. Well, come on people, join!!! (Next part after this will be in First-person view of David) ---------- "Chris! Leon! Joe! Get in here now!" David yelled and the three of them rushed in. Bill, the General said, "Where is the rest of your squad?" and David replied, "I told you, they are dead!" "Chris! What happened to Jones?" "Sir, he turned into this weird thing and tried to attack Brigadier General David so I shot him in the head." "Well, alright Private, your dismissed." "Yes sir!" "Leon, Joe, is that what happened?" "Yes sir, it is!" they both replied at the exact same time, "Your all dismissed except you David, I need to talk to you," Bill said. "Yes sir, what is it?" "Well, your a Brigadier General correct?" "Yes sir." "Well, Im promoting you to Major General." "Thank you sir, and I would like a new hover car, preferably a HUMVEE 546 v2 but really, anything that can move fast." "You got it Major General, I will get right on that." "Thank you sir!" "Majoer General David Sanchez, dismissed!" ----------- New stats: Name:David Sanchez Occupation:Major General in the Marine Corps. Weapons:M642 (A kind of rifle with detachable scope) L-345 (Laser pistol) and full length laser sword. Skills: Background:(See first post on page 1) Misc.:Now owns a LLGF-4454 Mk II(mech), HUMVEE 546 v2 and a standard hover car for civilian use. |
| Posted by: Hysterically Depressed October 11, 2006 01:41 am |
| I was like "wow, I haven't even heard of this before.. people sure did get do this fast" Ok heres mine Andrew Lightheart Age: 37 Occupation: Con-artist Build: Average, 5'12 Mental: Depressed, Over Dramatic, Inquisitive Weapons: Cheapass Briefcase Equipment: Lockpicks, fake perfume, house&car keys, and a whole crap load of bills in his pocket. Background: Andrew is a world class con-artist, who will never give up on any client until he gets his money worth. But after the zombie infestation, his daughter had gone missing... scared and in tears, Andrew trys to forget his evil ways(Even though they come up now and then) and search for his daughter. Andrew can get extremley emotional at the mention of any sibling. (Yes, I sort of used the same character from the Ivorysmith novel I'm writing... but I thought it would be cool to see how others would use him) |
| Posted by: Security Corporate October 11, 2006 02:54 am |
| What happened to the cop? And the civilians? There was a cop in the bar and he magically disappeared. Same with the civilians. Don't leave holes in the plot guys, that's the worst thing you can do. |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 11, 2006 12:58 pm | ||
I already thought about the cop scenerio, however, I didn't think that Nikku would burn the building down.  |
| Posted by: Security Corporate October 11, 2006 09:34 pm |
| Yeah, I saw that. And I was like Redfield saved it! Then Nikku comes in, totally obilvious to it all and burns the shit down. w00t! hehe, sorry Nikku |
| Posted by: Hysterically Depressed October 12, 2006 01:07 am |
| what? |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff October 12, 2006 03:57 am |
| Let's see.... Ill restart, David, if you dont mind: Name: Rufus Scottston Occupation: High class marine Weapons: Army Knife, SPAS12 with stock, Desert Eagle Skills: Able to cut throats in a second from a distance, close range shooting, quick movement, sneak attacking Background: Was a SWAT member , Lenny's former friend, and partner. He instead moved on and participated in the Army and stayed there for several years, until now. He was forced to fight off the dead once going back. Last found at a bar. Misc.: He is never evil, but instead helps people, but mostly he is unpredictable. He is still in search of Lenny, who influenced him to move on. (HEHEEHE, a FRIEND OF LENNY!!! heheeheheh) |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff October 12, 2006 03:58 am |
DOUBLE POST!!!  SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO!!!  |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 12, 2006 06:17 am |
| Duncan "Scotty" Wallace The patter of Scottys boots on the asphalt echoed through the narrow back street. The two tall buildings he was running by restricted enough light ensued squinting eyes from Scotty who was staring at the other side of the alley that lead to the main road. With only twenty meters or so left, a black kid with a black t-shirt and black bandana concealing his face popped out around the corner by the main road expecting his arrival. Scotty abruptly stopped in his tracks and eyed the young man, noticing that he looked to be part of The Crips, which is a poor excuse for a gang in Scottys opinion. With a sub-machinegun pointed at him, Scotty ducked behind a large, dirty, green garbage container. A couple of silenced gunshots reverberated through the side street and the bullets punched into the metal container. Scotty withdrew his black, finger-less gloves and pulled them onto his hands. He waited for the clicking of the UZI and revealed himself quickly, pulling back his coat. Scotty grabbed for both his handguns and briskly made his way towards the gang member. With both handguns raised, he clicked the safety off both and fired the guns simultaneously at the direction of the Crip member. The first couple of bullets flew past the man, but the rest were dead on. The mans body spasmed as each shot flew into his chest and ligaments. With arms convulsing, his body fell to the polluted pavement. Scotty slipped one handgun to its holster and kept the other one trained on the mans head. He inched closer to the man and saw his breathing becoming rapid, each heartbeat straining for more blood. Scotty kicked the mans gun away from him and holstered his own back behind the flap of the coat. Were you sending me my regards from some pathetic gang lord? Christ, a paraplegic could have done a better job, Scotty said before moving his left leg over the man and made his way out to the open. He took off the gloves and placed them back in his coat pockets. Scotty shifted his right hand above his eyes to shield them from the light. The sun was beginning to set, and realizing this, he made his way down the empty road towards his home. *** Upon opening his apartment room door, he was greeted with the puff of the A/C kicking on. Scotty walked inside and closed the door behind him. The dim lights turned on revealing a clean and tidy room. Part of a wall opened to take his coat off before he emptied out the gloves. The wall closed up as the retractable coat hanger slid back in. Scotty took off his boots and removed his shirt, where he tossed it onto his made bed. Scotty scratched his groin a bit before making his way to the closet. He opened it slowly and scanned the tight area before letting his eyes fall past the clothes and onto the thick safe. Scotty bent down and punched in a combination, each soft beep relaxing his nerves. A loud mechanical click signaled the correct combination, and the door swung open lightly. Scotty reached in and grabbed his folded G42 and stood back up. He pulled the buttstock out and leveled the gun against his toned body. He sat down on the bed and rubbed his hand lightly against the metal, feeling the power it held. He smiled inwardly, ready for any gang member to try and get him. |
| Posted by: Security Corporate October 12, 2006 06:21 am |
| It may be a sorry ass gang, but they still have submachine guns. And since they suck, I don't think they bought those by themselves. I sense secret funding going on here. |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 12, 2006 06:22 am |
| Hell, even in real life The Bloods and The Crips are the douchiest gangs. Killing people with box cutters?! Gay... |
| Posted by: Security Corporate October 12, 2006 06:23 am |
| Another thing, it seems everyone thinks all gang members just stand there like a complete moron and shoots expecting to hit something fleshy. That's an exaggeration. Many gangs take some serious cover, more than you guys think. |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 12, 2006 06:24 am |
| Oh I know. However, I don't like to give them that much credit. Fighting over poverty-ridden turf? Oh yeah, real motivation right there. If you wanted a safe neighborhood, move... |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff October 12, 2006 11:47 pm |
| hmmnmmm... i surely dont know what to do round here.. Do i pop up, all of a sudden whenever i want to and add to the topic?? Yessss??? |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 13, 2006 02:53 am |
| I pretty much did whatever, so...yeah. More people should join or else this is going to fail (if it hasn't already). |
| Posted by: Elite viking October 13, 2006 10:30 pm |
| Henrik "Viking" Kowalski "Shit, Shit shit!" Henrik's voice was drowned out by gunfire. Large caliber bullets whooshed past his cover behind a heap of crates. Dangerously many of them smashed into the wooden heap, sending bits and pieces flying. Once or twice he could almost feel the heat of a bullet against his clothes, tearing holes in the dark green body suit. He fumbled around in his pockets, grasping a small pistol. Trembling, he unholstered it, and pulled the slide back. A shiny round ejected, clattering on the asphalt. ----- It had been midday when Henrik Kowalski had entered the York Ghetto. He should have known better. But at that time of day, the government still had some power in the streets, and there were plenty of security officials patrolling. He always felt safe in the presence of the armed Urban Cops. Sure, they could be brutal, but as long as you didn't tick them off they usually left you alone. He had probably lingered too long at the diner, or fumbled a bit too much in the alleyways. But by the time he was trying to get out of York, it was becoming dark. The gangs had appeared from their homes. Every single official who preferred living had gone. And, he noticed, so had everyone else. His green NelTech suit was like a neon sign screaming that he was better than everyone in the York Ghetto. The gangs living here nursed an intense hate for the multinational companies, the government, and anyone entering their turf. He was stumbling in near-total darkness through a narrow alley, when he felt something ice cold pressed aginst the back of his head. Moments later he heard the silent, but somehow deafing sound of a safety being flicked off. "Whatcha doing here, green?" someone asked him. He sounded uninterested by the whole situation, but probably couldn't help looking forward to paint the wall with brain matter. "Noth-nothing, I was just leaving, I got lost and c-couldn't find the wa-" Crack- The alley had been dark, but now it lit up in bright red. Black dots danced across his eyes. Crack. The pistol swung again, hitting him in the temple. "You got lust in the wrong fucking place, green! You see-" A furious kick emptied the air in his lungs, making Henrik gasp desperately to regain his breath. "-no one leaves here after dusk without us telling them to. But we'll let you leave, don't worry." Through the dots and stars he could vaguely see a figure above him aiming a gun at his head. "In a body bag." Kowalski's left hand found a pocket in his vest, clasped the grip of a Sli-blade. Held the thumb at the identificator just long enough to confirm his identity. When it activated with a slow hum he thrusted the blade at the assailant. The dull green beam of condensed energy cut straight through the fingers of the hand holding the gun. The thug screamed out in pain, waving his crippled arm in the air. Henrik slowly crawled away, leaving the blade humming on the ground at the feet of the thug. --- They had stopped firing. He heard clicks from magazines being ejected, shells being forced into guns. Footsteps of several people closing in. "Come on...don't you fail on me now...." Gripping the pistol with whitening knuckles he crawled over to the side of his cover. Sunrays from a setting sun made the silver handgun shine, engraving the H&K logo in light. He took a crouched position, poping over the crates. A mountain of a man, wearing all black clothes, was in the middle of his sights. The eyes opened in shock, not expecting his prey to put up a fight. A short burst from the pistol sent three bullets into his chest. As the giant hit the ground so did Kowalski, under a hail of bullets. In the distance a long burst from a machine gun, then from a handgun, halted the other gang members. They stopped, looked at each other, and ran away. But first one of them fired at the crates, screaming "we're not done with you, you son of a bitch!" In a twist of fate a stray bullet ricocheted into Henrik's leg. Leaning his back towards the crates, he passed out, covered in blood, filings and wood splinters. It became pretty long, it seems :\ but it's fun. And as you might notice, it's connected with Chris Redfield's character. |
| Posted by: mrmicky October 14, 2006 04:01 pm |
| can i still be added name: Michael Lee occupation: mall security guard weapon: nightstick pepper spray(lol) and bare fists can u like try make it so u find me and someone gives me a gun and i pawn zombies lol!!! |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 15, 2006 12:23 am | ||
This is a RP (Role Play), you tell your side of the story. Just we're not supposed to do any major plot elements (like, add any zombeis yet). If this is going to be pretty slow, I'll just make a different RPG except I won't let it die like the other one(Hell's Island anyone?). |
| Posted by: Hysterically Depressed October 15, 2006 03:32 am |
| yeah start a new one... |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff October 15, 2006 11:46 am |
| YEAH, PLEASE START A NEW ONE, TAKING PLACE IN A CITY, EXPECTING MILITARY TO RESCUE, PLEASE! edit:dont forget jailsmen killing anyone they see!!  |
| Posted by: -=Chris Redfield=- October 15, 2006 04:47 pm |
| I don't want to clog up David's own topic with my own, since that is pretty rude. However, I do have ideas flying through my head right now with a new RP. I don't want to give anything away, but it should be pretty nifty. |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs October 28, 2006 02:41 am |
| Sorry, been busy, and iliketoblowzombiesheadsoff, there isnt arank called high calss, choose a rank or I will choose one for you and put you in my next part of the story after this. (BTW, this is now first person on David for me) ----------------- I was walking out of the building when I heard a large BOOM and I whipped around, instinctively pulling out my rifle and cocking it. I looked around then saw it, the eastern wing of the base had been blown up, I sprinted there as fast as I could and ran into the fire, putting up my Personal Shield (A little harness type thing that generates a sheild around you, not letting anything that isnt literally alive, or that is a bullet in) I continued looking and saw it. The General was laying on the floor, coughing blood, I put my PS on him and picked him upand ran out and called for a medic. I started to take off his shirt and I noticed he had some skin missing on his neck, like he had been bitten. I said, "General, talk to me general!" He looked up and said, "Major General Sanchez, I promote you to General..... you must take my place...." Then he spit up sdome blood and was gone. I took off the PS and put it back on and pulled out my knife and stabbed him in the head just incase he was bitten by something like the engineer on the plane. He ran back into the fire and then he saw it, it looked like the engineer, it was pale, grey and had a deathly look in its eyes. I ran over to it, reaching through the PS and grabbed it by the head and pulled it off the ground. After picking him up I started to punch him in the stomach continuosly and then I squished his head with the hand I picked him up with. I looked around and saw a Private with a prototype PS. Flames licked at him and he had alot of burn marks, probably because of the old PS it was flickering too so I ran over and traded his PPS (prototype personal shield) with my PS and then I grabbed him and we ran out then I got back my PSS and ran back in then searched for any other survivors and jsut found dead bodies, or people coughing up blood. I got out and went to the Private and asked who he was, why he had a PPS and what happened to the building. ------------- Hope you likwe it, if I get some feedback I will write more. |
| Posted by: iliketoblowzombieheadsoff October 28, 2006 06:28 am |
| i have no idea what theyre called. ELITE! Yay. Sorry. |
| Posted by: DavidRoxZoRs October 28, 2006 11:29 pm |
| You can be a Ssgt. (Staff Seargent), which is a pretty good rank. I need more feedback or im not gonna keep writing!!! |
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