The Unseen (post apocalyptic horror story) actively seeking, all players welcome

[Chreestafer]

Game has started and is opened to more players.  PM all interest to either myself or The Hanged Man.

Thanks!

The Unseen...

*DISCLOSURE*
-Most photos in this initial post are concepts from the "Last of us" game series, they do not hold any weight in the game, only I have found them to resemble quiet a few descriptive scenes



Cold winds and a brewing storm has forced you inside tonight, the thought of being under a sheltered roof weighing both in favor of good and favoring of bad.  Life has changed a lot lately and the majority of the time it wasn't for the good.  The rickety door hangs half on its hinges leaving just enough of a small gap for you to squeeze right through.  In these days you needed to be silent, you needed to sneak about like a mouse, all for your own safety, for the unseen is what kills you.  When the pandemic broke out people ignored it mainly, like they do everything else.  If it didn't happen there, then it wasn't any of their business, of course until it happened to them, then it was an issue.  The rash spread quickly and silently, unseen to many, many not knowing or understanding what it was.  Within 6 months of the outbreak nearly a quarter of the worlds population took ill and passed on to death.  Some were inflicted with the rash, yet for some reason never caught the fever that followed.  It became a sort of branding on them, and those that were afflicted but not killed soon held a far worse fate. 

Segregation for the afflicted became all to real, and human rights were stripped of them as they were tested on by legal and many not so legal means.  The world fell into a dark depression and wars skittered about recklessly as whole countries began blaming one another for what caused the incident.  Most of the afflicted who weren't initially killed or turned into lab rats became victims of hate crimes, often murdered and left about as messages to the rest.  The world was a dark place since the two years had passed before the rash appeared unseen.  In the winter of 2017 things got worse, utterly worse.  Another quarter of the population fell ill, and died quicker then the first.  However, this time they came back, and they seemed angry.  Soulless pits of a body, their red eyes would glow, they hungered for death.  "The unseen" they had been dubbed, mindless and quick moving zombies hell bent on killing all living things.  Wars broke out once more, and this time the nukes had arrived.  In six more short months the planet earth was a decollate wasteland, still haunted by the Unseen.

You shake the memories from your head as you climb the stairs quietly to find a bedroom to barricade.  The house moans and creaks as the winds of the brewing storm seek to tear it apart.  As you level off on the second floor a small door lays open, the color pink shinning brightly in your eyes.  Making way for the room you stealthily make sure it was un occupied.  You know to be quiet, you know the monsters out there aren't the only things that could kill you.  Besides the feral animals or the bitter cold nights, the world is still haunted the human plague.  Humans still exist in bands, sometimes as simple survivors like yourself.  Mostly though they are either bandits or even worse cannibals.  So precaution is never a lax luster item. 

The sight however turns your stomach sour as you enter the room.  On the bed lay a man, motionless and blood covered.  His face was unrecognizable as he lay there clutching a small pink diary in his right hand.  Pulling the booklet from his cold dead fingers, you proceed to thumb through the pages.



Date: May 23rd
I know this is silly, my daughters diary, but where else will I write, and I need to scream my words, but no one listens. So I'm here, writing in this pink bock, good if Susan would see this. Mary isn't doing any better, her fever is still high, but the rash has stopped, so maybe that is some sign, I just pray to whomever listens, please make her feel better, she's all I got since her mother passed from this damn thing.

Date: June 17th
Mary seems to feeling better, she is smiling, though she doesn't eat much, the doctors say she might have actually kicked this and can probably come home in a few days. Thank you!  Plus I watched CNN today, did you know they're waiting our tax dollars recreating viruses from the 1800's? Maybe one of them assholes has an explanation for what the hell is going on!

Date: June 26th
She wont wake up, her lungs are still moving but she wont open her eyes! The doctors said she'd be fine, then last week another huge amount of the population caught it! I caught it! my damn right hand! why wont she wake up! Where are the answers! The news is screaming of war, They say its chemical war fare and they blame china! Wait, I hear her mumbling.



There are many pages in the diary, but as they words progress towards the last page of June 26th, the writers hand writing got worse and worse and sloppy.  As you set the diary back down you feel sad for the dead man on the child's bed in front of you.  You often wonder why this happened yourself as you look at your own rash wondering why you were never affected like the rest or never became apart of the Unseen.  As the words flow through your skull, the all to familiar sound clutches at your essence.  Shivers rip across your spin as your stomach sinks.  The soft gurgled clicking sound that they make, echoes in your head as you turn to see red sunken eyes staring back at you from the stair case.  The worse part is, The unseen are never alone.  Rushing the door, you slam it closed as it slams into the other side clawing and screeching to get in to you.  The wood shakes violently as you know it wont stop until it has you, and as you back from the closed door, you hear the shuffling behind you.  Turning you find the dead mans limbs slowly twitching to life right before your eyes. 



The Unseen is a free form post apocalyptic game that is open to everyone and anyone.  All I seek is ambitious souls looking to write and enjoy a good and dangerous adventure.  Where we start off will be a small band of survivors has held up residence in an old Wal-Mart.  Most of the supplies is spoiled or stolen, yet a good majority of it is still useful.  What id like to see is unique characters of various different backgrounds coming together to survive....or selling their friends out to survive.  Yes it is the end of the world.  yes guns and other weapons are on the table.  However, you are not some super ninja who uses bazookas and machine guns whilst having a cup of coffee.  You are not some supreme ex military personnel who has a stock pill of grenades and an unlimited amount of ammo.  Yes you can be ex military (my character is) yet you're not a navy seal whose able to take on 17 people at once. This story is about tour characters and the group you are in.

Lets be real people, you are humans.  Keep it realistic, be the car salesman who is getting a divorce when this happens.  Be the college student who was fretting over student loans before she finds herself part of the afflicted.  Be realistic, that is all I ask.

There will be some among us who are afflicted, they are the ones with the rash but have not died or gotten sick.  And then there will be some of us who are normal, un affected by the disease that has desolated this planet.  Id like an even mix or a mix favoring more normal then afflicted.  The band of survivors will be about 20 to 25 people, however most will be NPCs.  I'm looking for a decent group of about 8 to a max of ten including myself, so I need 9 total players.  All are welcome to apply, yet I will choose who will stay and who will go. 

Posting, id like for us to post at the very extreme minimum of once a week.  I have been guilty of this, and I have seen rps die over and over because of this.  If for some reason you loose your muse or are to busy, please let me know and we will adjust accordingly.  I'm an upfront guy and respect bluntness over all, and I have been guilty of fearing the lashings of not being able to play.  trust me I understand that.  Yet when in doubt, be blunt with me.   


Once I've gained enough interest ill post up a character sheet.  I hope to keep this to one thread, maybe branching off into 1 or 2 more if necessary. 

any questions please feel free to post them here or PM me :)

Thank you for your time and dedication to reading all this!



Character Sheet:
-use real photos and the more the merrier
-starting gear, you won't be starting with a hundred things.  Think items that'll fit in or on a backpack.
-weapons, common melee items like bats, crowbars, and knives are your main weapons. However I will allow guns, guns like 9 mm pistol with only one clip left,  a .22 hunting rifle with a small box of ammo, a shotgun with 6 slugs, a crossbow or compound bow with only 3 bolts or arrows.  It's all just low enough to make you think wisely on all your shots.
-looking for maybe 3 or 4 afflicted,  I will be one of them.
-sex, it will be a regular thing from outsiders raping to friends doing such to relax.  Love might even be found.  However sex will be common it isn't the main plotline.
-age, follow E rules anything from 16 up
-Personality, give a small description of how your character acts, is he cold hearted? is she klutzy? Is he secretly a narcissist? simple things like that to help set the mood of your character
-Feelings towards the Afflicted, remember I said there was one point where those who were afflicted were segregated and experimented on, some of them, there is a hatred towards them, could be because they have the rash and survived it? or a hatred towards the rash itself and you're just the host to the virus.
-Additional Photos, this one is simple, if you have any extra character photos post them away, also if you wish to add photos of sexual organs, scars, tattoos, photos of the gear or weapons, anything you see fit to help describe said character

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Afflicted or Unafflicted:
Feelings toward Afflicted:
Appearance:
Personality:
Sexual Orientation:
Bio:
Weapons:
Gear:
Fears:
Casual ons:
Casual offs:
Sexual ons:
Sexual offs:
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My character as an example

Name: Christopher Phoenix
Age:  36
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Indifferent
Appearance:



Personality: very quiet and nice, yet has a darker driven side to get the drugs and drink he needs to sleep and forget the voices in his head (its become a huge issue lately and he's become kind of odd from it)
Sexual Orientation: Straight, Bi-Curious
Bio: Christopher grew up in a troubled household, His father was a drunk, his mother popped pills, and often enough they forgot about him and his little brother.  Life continue on this way for 14 years until Christopher's little brother was found dead from an over dose of pills, his mothers pills. As CYS came in to relocate him as his parents were arrested Chris was adopted by his grandmother.  She was a God loving, kind hearted woman, and she became the only reason Chris seemed to mellow out.  See over the years of a bad childhood Chris was known to be a trouble maker and a fighter.  Often he would tussle with kids who claimed he wasn't strong enough or cool enough.  Often running with the bad crowds, a noticeable drop in his grades arrived.  However upon the move to his grand mothers, and a start at a fresh new school Chris was given a second chance.  When school wasn't involved the nice old lady had him working to keep himself out of trouble.  Her husband who had passed, owned the local book store.  She was the soul owner and soon Chris would find the store as a second home.  While kids drank and did drugs, the young man found himself buried in books to occupy his time.  As the first outbreak came, devastation hit and after the passing of his grandmother, he became owner of the book store.  Feeling a need and urgency to do something about the warring countries he closed up the book store and left for the military.

After a few months in the service Chris was going to miss out on his first marine ball.  However,she showed up, the younger sister to one of his buddies in the service came to his rescue.  Instantly he fell for this girl the second they hit the dance floor.  And two years of on and off dating he got down on one knee and asked her the question of a life time.  Life seemed good, and the world was becoming a better place, specially for him. 

Then the rashes appeared.

About 6 months after the first outbreak he noticed the red rashes spreading across his neck and his left arm, fearing the worse he set to praying and bathing daily as if either would stop the virus.  However after the two week period when normal people would die, he survived, and to his amazement never felt any different due to the rash.  The markings were horrific, and they were something he couldn't bare to see, so he had a local tattoo artist ink him up to cover the markings.  The faith based tattoos soon covered the rashes nearly complete, however a few small patches of red irritated skin can be seen.  Soon the world came crashing down, and the Unseen appeared almost as if they were ghosts.  After hearing about the unseen, and seeing the rash through his tattoos he did one thing he regrets to this day, he left all the good he had in this world. 

His fiance wasn't infected like he was, and he would be damned if he let her catch it from him.  So one night while she was at work he packed a bag, left a small note, and left to return home, his home in Pennsylvania.  When he arrived he reopened the book store in hopes to start over knowing most likely he had limited time from the affliction. Weeks passed before he found the world had crumbled to shit. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew he couldn't stay here.  So he boarded up the bookstore and left to head north into the woods to a church his grandmother used to take him, an area he though would be well guarded and not have a lot of people around. When he arrived at the church he found the practitioners, or what was left, were dead and dying.  The Unseen had gotten to them, and the screams of the dying filled the air as he tried what he could to save them and mend their wounds.  When shit hit the fans and life became worse his dreams turned into nightmares.  Often he couldn't sleep, waking up from the screams for help in his head of the people he's seen die.  The same images of the church play over in his thoughts, and after 6 months of traveling on the road he found himself turning to alcohol and pills to quiet the noises in his head.   
 

Weapons: Baseball bat, .22 long barrel rifle with no bullets left
Gear: Backpack filled with a few small books, canteen of water, small used first aid kit, zippo lighter, cross necklace given to him by his grandmother, A small pocket knife given to him by his fiance, a small thin blanket and towel wrapped together on backpack.  Small bottle of Jack Daniels with only a few swigs left, Small bottle of sleeping pills.
Fears: The darkness, he knows those things move quickly and silently, but in the darkness they are virtually undetectable.  The night mares he has been having. His drug and Drink abuse getting worse like his parents.
Casual ons: loves to read and write
Casual offs: darkness, drug users (even though he is sort of one)
Sexual ons: same as personal
Sexual offs: scat, gore, vore

Additional Photos

Sexual Organ ;)

NSFW

The Unseen

[Red Stella]

I apparently missed this, but I’m definitely interested.

[Dominique]

I like to express my interest as well!

[Kokaine]

Interested.

[Chreestafer]

Awesome!

I'm glad everyone has interest in the story! Some jew and some who played in the original :)

[Ambie]

In!!  Is the rash transmitable? Or are the ones that aren’t afflicted immune?

[Chreestafer]

In!!  Is the rash transmitable? Or are the ones that aren’t afflicted immune?

The disease affected about 80 percent of the population.  A majority of them turned into "The Unseen" a small percent who didn't change, gained a rash.  Now it isn't like a flu or an STD, it isn't transmittable from someone who has just the rash.  Something in their blood, their DNA, had stopped the progression of the mutation.  However, Like zombies, if you are injured by an Unseen there is a possibility to change.  If that is to happen to someone in game while we play, said player can PM me and we can discuss possibilities. 


Those that do have the rash are immune to tranforming if injured fiurther.  As previously stated those who cary the virus but dont change get this rash.  Those who didn't seem to think those with the rash are still monsters.  Some hunt the "rash" to eliminate them.  Others have prejudice against them as if they're the reason this is happening. 


If the game gets big enough I wish to have sub groups that'll meet up.  Red Stella I believe played in the first rendition I had of this game.  Group A is the community group that lives on top of an abandond Walmart.  Group B, is a small group that is running from a larger group of Cannibals hunting them. 


I do wish to have a roughly even amount of Rashers, Me being one, or less than even amount. 

[Ambie]

Sounds good! I would like to play an unafflicted but can do a second character that is afflicted as well if needed.

[Chreestafer]

Go ahead and work up one for now and if the need arises we can discuss a second :)

Feel free to PM me with any questions!

Also post your character here for now

[Kokaine]

Not sure if I wanna go afflicted or normal but my girl's rough draft should be up tomorrow.

[Chreestafer]

Not sure if I wanna go afflicted or normal but my girl's rough draft should be up tomorrow.

Awesome!


Also, as an FYI to anyone interested.   I was hoping someone could my play my characters ex fiance.  I have Chris starting off in the walmart community.  So I was hoping maybe whomever plays her can be a part of the small group that is running from the Cannibals.  If anyone is interested PM me :)

Hoping for the drama factor in this hehe

[Red Stella]

Name: Tasha Delaney
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted.
Feelings toward Afflicted: Sympathetic.  It’s not their fault, no one asked to be put through this. 
Appearance:
5’ 5”/1.65m
Blue eyes.
Long, curly blonde hair.  Natural blonde.

Personality: Compassionate, friendly, practical.  Tasha has survived by not being too squeamish or too desperate.  She compartmentalizes the horrors she's seen in order to function; most of the time it works, and she's learned to be quiet when the nightmares hit.
Sexual Orientation: Straight, sub.
Bio: When the outbreak began, Tasha was a student at Duquesne University.  Everyone was so sure it would be all right in the long run.  It wasn't. 

Tasha's roommate and many other students (and no few staff members) left the university and returned home when the crisis peaked.  The school did it's best to provide safety and some normalcy for those who stayed.  She locked herself in her dorm room when other students in her building got sick.  Hid there waiting to either sicken and die or be carted off for her own good.  She didn't die.  Others she knew did, from the illness or, later, from the Unseen. 

Parts of the school had been safe to hide for a while.  Then mostly safe.  Then safer than nothing.  Then it was time to run. 

Weapons: Baseball bat (polypropylene). 
Gear: Collapsible canteen.   LED flashlight with solar recharger.  Small titanium pry bar.  Pocket tool.  Hunting knife.  Backpack.  Light blanket. Cobbled together 1st aid kit in a ziplock bag.
Basic Timex wristwatch (analog, not battery powered).  Small gold hoop pierced earrings. 
Fears: Being absolutely alone.  Losing her mind.
Casual ons: Rain.   Ice cream.  Fresh fruit.
Casual offs: Cruelty. Unnecessary violence. 
Sexual ons: Dominant men. Rough sex.  Oral sex (giving).
Sexual offs: Girls.  Bathroom stuff.  Vore.  Torture.

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[Delirium]

Interested!  Though it looks like there are quite a few lady-types already.  Did you want to keep gender ratio balanced at all?  I'd be happy to play a guy if so.

Also, thinking of going Afflicted, if that's cool :)

[Chreestafer]

Interested!  Though it looks like there are quite a few lady-types already.  Did you want to keep gender ratio balanced at all?  I'd be happy to play a guy if so.

Also, thinking of going Afflicted, if that's cool :)

Hey, I'm a guy so I dont mind all the ladies! Hahaha

However, honestly do what ever you'd like to do.  I won't restrict players from playing other sexes.  Yet I wont force you to do so to keep a game balanced.

[Delirium]

Hey, I'm a guy so I dont mind all the ladies! Hahaha

However, honestly do what ever you'd like to do.  I won't restrict players from playing other sexes.  Yet I wont force you to do so to keep a game balanced.

Cool, got it.  I will probably have a character sheet by tomorrow, then.

[Chreestafer]

Cool, got it.  I will probably have a character sheet by tomorrow, then.

Works for me :)

[Ambie]

I’ll have mine up tomorrow evening.

[Chreestafer]

I’ll have mine up tomorrow evening.

It's ok, take your time.  And for those of you who would like to create a 2nd character please feel free to PM me your second one.  I'll review them, and if they are likes enough I'll approve them.

Also 2 notes!

Considering a co-gm if anyone is interested.

Also looking for someone to play my characters ex fiance. 

[Ambie]

Name: Amber Valentine
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Sympothetic
Appearance: 5’2’’; Athletic; light tan skin; 31 C cup
Personality: Sweet but sharp. Her dad was a marine so she can handle herself to a degree but would rather avoid conflict altogether. She is always one to try and help those in need though.
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Bio:  Her mother, father, brother, everyone she knew was gone. She had no clue she was randomly immune to the affliction affecting those around her. Her family unit was so tightly knit. She relied on them each in their own way as their constant moving kept her in new schools and without kindship found in lifelong friends.   The first month without anyone, she simply wandered. Lost. She had heard about the hunts, civilizations struggle to stabilize. Brought into her first camp proved a tough row. Having to share tight spaces with strangers, change around them, shower with them, eat with them. Just as the surroundings became familiar, the riot. She was taken as a prize on the first night, raped, beaten. It made her walls tough. She had never actually seen any of the unseen before or an afflicted person, till the night she escaped when another riot occurred due to some recently arrived afflicted. She would never been caught like that again, with her guard down, her father had taught her better. She ended up attaching to a small group of mothers and fathers who had lost their children. Again she felt herself growing attached to them as they wandered. Stopping to help afflicted that had gone undiscovered by the roaming groups actively hunting them. This gave her peace. At such a young age she had been through so much.
Weapons: 6 inch knife gives to her by her father that she wields almost expertly
Gear: small backpack with 3 sets of clothes, small canteen, fire starting materials, small first aide kit, desert camo hat
Fears: intense situations, small dark places
Casual ons: thunderstorms, a nice shower/wash, good mindless conversation
Casual offs: know it alls, people that don’t use logic, afflicted hunters
Sexual ons: foreplay, teasing, public areas and risky situations, roughness, talking, someone dom.
Sexual offs: scat, gore, bathroom stuff

Additional Photos Coming Soon

[Narianna]

I am so interested! I'll prolly play a dude-man as well, if accepted!

[Kokaine]

Name: Danika Thomas
Age: 34
Gender: Female

Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Acts ambivalent. Truly afraid of them and the unknown nature of what they carry.

[Floatleft][/float]Appearance: Dani is a mixed woman of Jamaican, Chinese, and Scottish descent. She stands 5'4" tall, has hazel eyes, and is a fairly fit individual though she definitely has curves.

Personality: Despite having once been quite the social butterfly and one that others often considered the life of the party (though not recklessly so) Danika now comes off like a total hard ass with a chip on her shoulder. Her poker face hides everything and makes her seem like she's got it all together but the truth is: Danika is just as scared as anyone else. And worse, the fear that she fights to keep at bay during the day often invades her sleep. Still, while a mix of guilt and the determination to master her fear can drive her to be reckless with herself she's someone that excels at getting things done. She's no longer the sort to coddle or baby someone or pretend to be friendly just to make them feel better but you can always count on her to be real and tell it like it is. She'd rather see people scared but prepared, than spare their feelings only for them to end up hurt. Or worse. She likes to make it seem like she doesn't really care about anyone but herself but that's as much of a defense mechanism as her bow. Lives lost on her watch tend to leave deep wounds.

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Bio: It was probably the stupidest thing she could have done. Leaving while he was gone, a simple note that said nothing of importance other than goodbye and her ring... yeah, she took the cowards way out but at the time that was the only way she could see him letting her go. The other scenarios that had played out in her head... they didn't turn out so well. So she'd left her fiance and struck out on her own after he'd gotten the rash, the scary one that had turned their entire world upside down in the first place. Then she'd gone running to her brother.  Only he hadn't been her brother anymore.

Danika and her brother had gown up dirt poor. Their father was a good man and he'd stuck around and raised them even after her mother died from cancer. His old fashioned views however, had chaffed and his children each had rebelled in their own ways. While Marcus had embraced the idea of acting out any way he could, Dani had become the social butterfly who hid her home life wherever she could. Enrollling in a performing arts high school meant she went to a different school than her brother too so she cultivated a whole life outside of the truth just to survive. While he struggled, she flourished, but even with their differences she still loved him and worried about him. Besides, living where they did still gave her plenty of problems to deal with.

She was proud of her brother when he got his act together and enlisted in the military. He seemed to do well too which took a load off her mind and allowed her to concentrate on doing her best. She got a scholarship to an art school and her web comic was beginning to pick up in popularity so there was plenty to celebrate despite her origins and she was happy to live it up every day that she could.

Going to the Marine Ball with her brother was supposed to be a bit of a joke. His date had bailed on him (he'd deserved it) but Dani couldn't just let him suffer so she'd volunteered to fill in. She'd had no idea she'd spend half the night dancing with his best friend, or that she'd find herself more taken with the reformed bad boy, but that was exactly what happened. At first her brother wasn't too keen on the idea but since she'd never listened to him before there wasn't much he could do. Their father wasn't happy about it either, but for entirely different reasons that often left Dani conflicted inside. Still, she said yes when Chris asked her to marry him.

When the first outbreak happened, Dani was scared. YEs, she'd grown up knowing how to take care of herself in tough situations but this was something different. However, she had Chris and still felt that immensely intoxicating rush that made her feel as though nothing could take them down if they were together. But then he got the rash. The one that said he was infected with something.

Dani's world ground to a halt the very day she saw it. Her heart broke and her strength began to fail her. She wanted to be the sort of woman that could stand up and say they held their love's hand the whole way, sticking by him no matter what, but she found that she couldn't. It started slowly. The fights, arguments over nothing that turned to sleeping in different rooms. Til finally just leaving seemed like the best thing. Then they wouldn't have to be angry all the time. Then they could sleep easier. She wouldn't have to endure the nightmares or the yearning for a man whose touch she could no longer stomach.

Except none of that went away when she left. If anything it all got worse. She missed him, even the angry him. And the world was a truly scary place. Especially after she had to kill what was left of her own brother.

Weapons: Recurve bow + 3 arrows; machete; heavy chain - 4ft
Gear: Backpack. 4 cans of baked beans. Bag of deer jerky. Small pot. Metal thermos. Solar powered flashlight. Torn Blanket. Two notebooks. 7 pens. 19 pencils. 12 Xanax in a baggie. Fingerless gloves.

Fears: The dark, Being eaten alive, Caring about anyone

Casual ons: Staying active/busy, learning new skills, cards, games, reading, drawing, dancing
Casual offs: Guns, bugs, sleeping, being seen as weak, trips down memory lane, anyone trying to get to close

Sexual ons: O/Os
Sexual offs: Feet, fisting, animals, bathroom play, gore/vore

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[Chreestafer]

I am so interested! I'll prolly play a dude-man as well, if accepted!

I'm currently allowing 2 characters if interested:)

[Narianna]

I'm currently allowing 2 characters if interested:)

Hmmm... You know, I think I might just hop on that!

[Narianna]

Name: Brock Stanton
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Anger, revulsion
Appearance: Brock has a rugged appearance and is usually seen with a 5 o’clock shadow. He has sandy blond hair and green eyes with a wide set jaw. He stands about 6’5” and is very muscularly built with a fit physique.
Personality: Brock is an alpha male but he is also a loner. He’s logical and calculating when the situation calls for it. He has a rugged edge but it takes a long time to ignite his temper. When ignited, Brock is deadly. He sips bourbon or whiskey neat, on a near constant basis, trying to escape his reality. He smokes cigarettes and cigars on occasion. His demeanor is imposing and he oozes sexuality unwittingly.

Sexual Orientation: Straight
Bio: Brock was a truck driver and a woodworker in the Before. He'd married his highschool sweetheart, Pamela. She was the love of his life. He worshipped the ground she walked on. She had been a chef in the Before and he would always come home to a house smelling of the most wonderful foods. Whenever he was out working in the garage (transformed into a studio), Pamela would always bring samples of the latest dish on which she was working. Life had been almost perfect. All except for kids. Brock and Pamela both yearned to have children. They'd tried everything. Fertility treatments, in vito fertilization, tests, tests, and more tests. No one could explain why Pamela could not conceive. About 8 years ago, Brock and Pamela had given up hope and decided to search for either a surrogate or the chance to adopt, when a miracle happened. Pamela got pregnant. Nine months later, she delivered a beautiful and perfect little girl, Kayla. For 8 years, life was perfect.

Then the rashes happened. Brock heard it on the CB radio one night as the truckers were talking with each other. A medical emergency had been called. An epidemic, the news had dubbed it. Brock was on a particularly long and grueling delivery. Thankfully the load had already been deposited and he was on his way home. However, it seemed like forever before he finally made it back to Pamela and Kayla's arms. He quit his job the next day, made Pamela quit her job, and pulled Kayla out of school. He told them both that this would blow over and they could resume their normal lives eventually. But for months, they lived as shut ins, only venturing out to garner supplies, living off of their savings. Brock was not about to risk the safety of his loved ones.

Finally, things seemed to be clearing up. Brock let down his guard and let his family come and go as they pleased. One day, Kayla came home with a rash after playing with her friend in the park. Fear took hold of Brock and Pamela's hearts. They turned on the news to find a second wave of sickness hitting the area. Brock and Pamela agreed to not inform anyone of Kayla's health as they'd heard horror stories about the government experimenting on the infected. For two weeks Pamela nursed Kayla as her health slowly deteriorated. Then one night, Kayla died in Brock's arms as Pamela wailed by the bedside. Within minutes, Kayla's body came back to life and it was up to Brock to destroy her body to protect his wife.

They buried Kayla in the backyard and Pamela was thrown into a deep depression. She wouldn't eat and refused to leave the bed. One afternoon, about a month later, Brock had to leave the house to replenish their supplies. When he returned, he knew something was wrong. The house was entirely too quiet. On the table by the door was a note that read, "My Dearest Love, I can't take it anymore. I hurt too much. I must go be with her. Yours Forever, Pammy." Brock dropped the letter and raced up the stairs to their bedroom. It was empty. He glanced outside and saw his wife laying there, atop Kayla's grave. He ran down to her, hoping to revive her, but as he grew closer, he took in the grisly sight. Pamela had stuck a gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger. She'd taken no chances that she would come back to life. Brock dropped to his knees in anguish. He'd lost the only two people he loved most in the entire world.

Weapons: 2 - 8 inch Korin Gyutou Knives - strapped on either hip
Gear: Back satchel equipped with a couple changes of clothes, whittling tools, large first aid kit, metal fork and spoon, cans of beans and veggies, full face power air respirator mask, whittling tools (small scalpels and larger whittling knives), water bottle, large bottle of Glenfidditch whiskey (half full), 3 lighters, carton of Marlboro Reds gold watch, woodworking gloves, multitool pocket knife, flashlight, batteries
Fears: Getting close to people and losing them
Casual ons: Working with wood, whiskey, watching the rain fall, a good cigar
Casual offs: whining, helplessness, sniveling, cowardice, manipulation
Sexual ons: The soft lips of a woman, the sensual touch of silk panties, the curves of a feminine figure, but the smell is always his undoing.
Sexual offs: No yellow, brown, or children

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[Chreestafer]

Hoping to get a few more players to start :)

[Narianna]

Hoping to get a few more players to start :)

Did you get my message about my female character, by any chance? If she's a go, I can post her in here.

[Chreestafer]

Did you get my message about my female character, by any chance? If she's a go, I can post her in here.

I did, I like her, and she will most likely be approved.  Yet I'm holding off as I do have a max limit in mind and if enough people are interested I may hold off on 2nd characters until a later time.  Not saying she isnt good, just want to see how many are involved before I make it a 100 percent go.  :)

[Narianna]

I did, I like her, and she will most likely be approved.  Yet I'm holding off as I do have a max limit in mind and if enough people are interested I may hold off on 2nd characters until a later time.  Not saying she isnt good, just want to see how many are involved before I make it a 100 percent go.  :)

Oh I totally get that! I was just making sure you'd seen her. :) Thanks!

[Eliza]

*leaves "Interested" note at desk*

[BehindYou]

Interesting. I may have a character in mind for this, we'll see.

[Chreestafer]

Everyone is welcome to send in character sheets! :)

[Ambie]

What are we up to? 3 females, 1 male plus any characters the poster wanted?

[Chreestafer]

Character wise thus far we have 2 males and 4 females. Plus interest from a few others plausibly playing female.  What your genders are do not matter to me any which way.  People are open to play whatever they want.

[Ambie]

True, I was just trying to generally figure out how close we were to the potential goal of moving forward. :)

[Chreestafer]

Still accepting characters,  need some male characters as well.

[BehindYou]

Name: Landry Caldwell
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Ambivalent
Appearance: height-5'11, eyes-blue, hair-light blonde
Personality: It could be worse. Doesn't matter how bleak the world is now, Landry's optimism is how he copes, always trying to find a silver lining. Need a shoulder to cry on, someone to vent to, he's your guy. Though he doesn't have patience for people who have no concern for the lives of others. Life is precious, even more so now than it was before and he's willing to do whatever it takes to preserve that.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Bio: As a paramedic, Landry was used to operating in high stress situations, but nothing prepared him for the chaos that was the world dying. The appearance of the rash and people getting sick and dying, he did what he could to help. But you couldn't save everyone and that's just how it was, you did what you could and you moved on. Everyone said it would get worse before it got better, and it got worse alright. The moment he witnessed a dead patient come back to life, he'd realized just how bad it was. And it only continued to go down hill from there. The Unseen, they were not equipped to deal with and between that and people continuing to drop like flies, the surviving responders were ordered to go home. With his family gone and no way of knowing whether they were dead or alive, Landry joined up with a group of survivors, staying with them for a period of time, before the appearance of the rash that had Landry making peace with his impending death. Except it never came and he was forced to run, knowing what the group did to the afflicted.
Weapons: Trench Knife, Fire Axe
Gear: Backpack, first aid kit, flashlight, water canteen, extra change of clothes, roll of duct tape, compass, guitar pick on a chain around his neck, three cans of fruit, short-wave radio.
Fears: Heights, Losing his humanity
Casual ons: Meditating, Origami, Reading
Casual offs: Unnecessary Violence, Busybodies, Thunderstorms
Sexual ons: Versatile partners, Sensuality, Risk Factor, Foreplay
Sexual offs: Gore, Vore, Scat

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Guitar Pick

Trench Knife

[Chreestafer]

Still in search of some male characters! :)

Yet accepting all :)

[Narianna]

Still in search of some male characters! :)

Yet accepting all :)

I could make a second dude-man? Scrap the female I made as secondary character?

[Narianna]

Name: Micah Lincoln
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Angry, hostile
Appearance:



Personality: Laid back, passionate, philosophical
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Bio: Micah grew up in an average life, in an average home, with average parents. He went to an average school in an average town in California. He smoked pot daily with friends, played hackey sack, drank craft beers and organic fair trade coffee, and wore carefree Bohemian style clothes he found at consignment shops. He lived in his parents basement, and after highschool, he backpacked all through Europe and Asia. He'd just gotten home when the second outbreak started. He came home to find his parents dead, reanimated, and meandering about the house. They attacked, struggle ensued, and somehow he managed to kill them. He spent 2 days sitting on the kitchen floor, knees to his chest, in shock. When he finally came to, he grabbed his prepacked backpack and left, wandering aimlessly. He didn't know where he was going but he couldn't stay here.
Weapons: Walking stick
Gear: Cellphone and wallet attached to chain. Backpack includes: 2 fresh pair underwear, 2 rolled fresh changes of clothes, 2 fresh pairs of socks, extra pair of shoes, flashlight, 2 notebooks and pens, flexible waterbottle, water filter, metal spoon, knife, and fork, small pot and pan, flexible clothesline, padlock, duct tape, multi tool swiss army knife, collapsible umbrella, personal hygiene items, Nikon camera and rolls of film, cellphone charger, condoms, travel size toilet paper, first aid kit, large bag of pot, papers, pipe, 3 lighters. Attached to the bag is a rolled sleep mat and blanket and a small 1 person tent.
Fears: Politics, inequality, global warming
Casual ons: Philosophical debates, warm hugs, smoking pot, hackey sack
Casual offs: Intense drama, abuse
Sexual ons: Cuddles, passion, emotional availability
Sexual offs: S/M, Bondage, D/s, bathroom play

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[Narianna]

^^ Just an idea.  :-)

[Chreestafer]

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291367.0

Character sheet thread has been added!

All accepted characters please post your CS there.

[TheHangedOne]

So I have an idea for a character, I just want to know if he'd be overpowered or not; and if it would be fitting. Basically, I'm thinking someone who got the rash but didn't turn; but he's been around long enough to see people die, turn. He's been through shit; combat PTSD levels of shit, survivor's guilt, I-can-barely-function, killkillkill (but only the infected) rampage. Basically, an absolutely mentally broken character. Strong enough, tough enough, and well equipped enough to take on at least one of the Unseen one-to-one; a sort of modern day berserker with piecemeal armor and a crash axe (or other sort of devastating tool-cum-weapon). But, he's just sort of... on a death quest. Not suicidal, He won't kill himself with a gun or a noose,  it's just that his all consuming desire for revenge, all the guilt, all the stress, has just turned him into some sort of monster in his own right, and he just wants to keep on fighting and fighting, and sooner or later, he's finally go down.

Probably the sort to scare humans, even though he's not hostile to anyone who respects his 'perimeter'. I'd see his personal plot arc as about being able to actually find a community (the group) that can help him 'come back' from his nearly endless cycle of kill-eat-sleep-kill-kill-kill-eat-sleep. But that's the basic gist of it; someone whose survived by not being quiet, but rather, just being so freakin' stubborn and rage-fueled that he can handle a straight up fight... though those berserker fits would likely leave him winded once he's done. Probably a PE teacher, or some sort of MMA fighter pre-end, explaining his strength, agility, endurance, etc. being above average.  But like I said, his immense physicality would be counter-balanced by things like how he can barely see beyond the next few hours, never mind days or weeks; the complete disregard for his own safety, which could jeopardize others; that he actually needs legitimate treatment of some kind so he can be 'human' again.

Again, it's just a passing thought; I like to do 'out there on the fringe' characters. If it's too far from acceptable, I have a few other ideas rolling around in my head; maybe somebody who was in a Doomsday Cult or the like, and is seriously questioning some of their life choices.

[Chreestafer]

To be honest, I freaking love the idea!

When the story first opens up, I'm having it this way.  Group 1 is from the community.  Itll be myself and probably 2 to 3 other players. Our mission is to go in search of supply as it's our bi weekly supply run.

Group B, will consist of the remaining players who had there own group on the move.  However, this group is on the run from a larger group of raiders / Cannibals.  The two groups will meet in town and either run/hide from the human eaters, ooorrrrrrrrr, they stand and fight them.

THM, your character could be one who just happened to be walking by as this goes down and jumps in.  Like the crazy hobo who's actually a cool guy.

[TheHangedOne]

To be honest, I freaking love the idea!

When the story first opens up, I'm having it this way.  Group 1 is from the community.  Itll be myself and probably 2 to 3 other players. Our mission is to go in search of supply as it's our bi weekly supply run.

Group B, will consist of the remaining players who had there own group on the move.  However, this group is on the run from a larger group of raiders / Cannibals.  The two groups will meet in town and either run/hide from the human eaters, ooorrrrrrrrr, they stand and fight them.

THM, your character could be one who just happened to be walking by as this goes down and jumps in.  Like the crazy hobo who's actually a cool guy.

Haha. I could see that happening with the crazy hatchet-man. In fact, I may refer to him simply as Hatchet Man until someone can actually coerce his real name out of him.  >:) Group B might just find themselves saved by the 'Factor X' barreling out of hiding, and just... freakin'... ripping off someone's head with a gods-be-damned axe, screaming all manic-like about how monsters are monsters, and he's going to kill them all (cannibals/raiders, though it will definitely be--at least try to be--a gray area of what/who he means when he says 'monsters').

I'll try to have a sheet up tomorrow; tonight is a rather... troublesome ordeal I need to deal with.

[TheHangedOne]

So, here's the rough draft. He may be a bit overpowered, or overstocked on gear; that can easily be toned down.  I did figure, though, he's basically been lone wolfing it for a long time, plus his combat-oriented nature, means he's necessarily needed to gather some of the equipment he did (and his backstory provides reasoning behind his skill and familiarity). 

Name: Hatchet-Man

ID found on his person

Gerald Diggory; Etymology fun fact, his name could be taken to literally mean "Lost Ruler" or "Lost Spear", ironically echoing his current state of existence.

Age: Late twenties, early thirties

ID found on his person

Puts his birthday as August 1st, 1989, making him approximately 28

Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Doesn't matter; are they a monster, or are they not?
Appearance: At six feet even and 250 pounds of almost nothing but muscle, The Hatchet-Man is a tall, and imposing figure. He bears the mark of infection along the majority of the right side of his face. He prefers to wear clothing that blends him into the area.
Personality: Must eat. Must drink. Must sleep. Must kill; kill, kill, kill, kill, kill. Kill all the monsters.
Sexual Orientation: Basically asexual, since all that energy is spent on wracking up an absurd kill count; if mellowed out, enjoys the company of females.
Bio: You don't know me. I don't know me. There's nothing more than a red glow. And I have to keep chasing that light. Blood on the water. Blood on my hands, on my heart. You'll never see beyond the blood, and neither will I.

Actual Backstory

Gerald was a Renfaire geek, 'knighted' and everything. He enjoyed friendly bouts of combat, and picked up some practical bits of wilderness survival from his time attending the faire's. Some people may call him a Renfaire Child, as he was conceived at such a gathering, and both of his parents were quite into that particular scene. Consequently, he led a very interesting life. He eventually settled down with a wife, and made a decent bit of money off of youtube videos discussing things like weapons, armor, medieval combat, codes of honor, and the like (Imagine someone like Skallagrim). As of the destruction of the world, all the friends and family he had have died, and this has put him into a sort of 'blue screen of death' mode.

Weapons: Crash Axe, Throwing Axe.
Gear: camelpak, two days worth of food and water (assuming a physically active 3K calorie diet), A few miscelaneous bits of survival gear (flint and steel, tinder, small flashlight, utility knife, compass, etc.), Biker Armor. 
Fears: Myself. My weapons breaking.
Casual ons: Coffee, tea, and chocolate remind him of happier times (luxury goods that may be reasonably hard to find); jerky, meaty stews, clean water (Notice a theme?)
Casual offs: Going too long without killing, running away.
Sexual ons: There's no time for that [if brought out of his berserker state, he is actually a very sensual and emotionally charged and driven lover].
Sexual offs: THERE'S NO TIME FOR THAT! [Gore, vore, scat; this particular character of mine is more likely to be into strictly vanilla things; again, if he is brought out of the berserker state]

Pictures! Some animated violence, Game of Thrones spoilers

[Bekah Boo]

Room for one more?

[Chreestafer]

Room for one more?

Always room for you love :)

[Bekah Boo]

Daww I'm blushing ;3

Here's the potential character sheet, do tell me if I need to edit anything.


Appearance:

Name: Noelle Stivino
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Frustration as a whole, Regret, Sorrow
Personality: Noelle wasn't always so angry and pessimistic of the world, she
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Bio:
Weapons: Baseball bat with nails driven in
Gear: Backpack with found clothing (to use as bandages,warmth, etc), Zippo with low fuel, A few cans of beans, Map of areas to avoid (heavily marked)
Fears: Making a sound or being seen, Thunderstorms, Becoming one of them
Casual ons: Star gazing, Nature, The memory of not being afraid of others
Casual offs: Loud noises, Brutes, Preying on the weak, General arrogance
Sexual ons: Passion, Warmth, Nibbling, Caressing
Sexual offs: Anything toilet related, Blood play

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[Chreestafer]

Ok all, I'm going to give it a couple more days, and we can start our adventure! :)

[Narianna]

Name: Vanessa "V" Kavanaugh
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Sad, melancholy
Appearance: V is a short 5' with blond medium length hair, sometimes curled. She's a petite little thing with blue eyes and pretty pink lips to round out her fresh pure face.

Personality: Quirky AF. Liberal bleeding heart. She has an overabundance of energy, irrationally positive attitude, and talks a mile a minute, especially when nervous. Aside from all of this, she is ridiculously intelligent.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Bio: V grew up with moderately wealthy parents that sent her off to a girls boarding school. She became a track star at an early age and got all straight A's in school. She even won a few state and national championships for track. She also got big into gaming, console and computer, which lead her deep into the world of computers, resulting in a fairly infamous role as hacker extraordinaire. That's where she's earned the nickname "V." She graduated high school as valedictorian and got a full scholarship to State School. Since she received a full scholarship for track and a partial for grades, she didn't have to work to pay her way through college. She received an allowance, allotting her time to delve deeper into the land of hacktivism. She was in her junior year of college when the second wave of zombies began popping up. Her parents had gone overseas to visit her grandparents in Ireland and couldn't get back to the states. She was alone to fend for herself. Chaos broke out over campus. It was anarchy. V grabbed what she could, packed her book bag with what essentials she could find and set out on foot, grabbing what she needed from places that hadn't been completely looted. She has never actually killed a zombie. She runs and hides, runs and hides, searching online for information whenever she can on the dark web.
Weapons: None. She runs like the wind.
Gear: Top of the line laptop. Also back up top of the line laptop, 'cause priorities. A change of clothes, flashlight, pocketknife (engraved with a V from Julian Assange himself, with a note saying he wouldn't reveal her identity), first aid kit, a few cans of veggies and beans, 'cause canned meat is ew.
Fears: Dying, being turned, being alone
Casual ons: The thrill of competition, adrenaline of a race, the freedom you can only get while running when the wind is in your hair and the past is left behind, the burn of overused muscles, taking down the man and overturning the fascist government
Casual offs: Sitting around and doing nothing, close mindedness, bigotry, racism, sexism
Sexual ons: Competing for dominance
Sexual offs: Submissiveness, bathroom play, children and animals

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[Chreestafer]

I'm going to PM a few people tonight, but the story should be starting this week!!!! :)

[Chreestafer]

Hey all, sorry I've been quiet lately.  Really life has been ruthless to me :(

My plan is to get things up and going for this game this evening. The game is still accepting also!

[Eliza]

Name:  Marianne Chiu
Age:  25
Gender:  Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted:  Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted:  mildly sympathetic
Appearance:

Personality:  As a person who mostly keeps to herself, Marianne is very cautious when meeting new people, having gotten off on the wrong foot one too many times. In the presence of colleagues, she is vigilant and will only show favorable emotions to those closest to her.
Sexual Orientation:  Straight
Bio:  As a person who had everything going for her, Marianne could have been the most joyous person who walked the face of the earth, but with the onset of the Affliction, she was the only one of her family to start showing symptoms of the rash. Her family had not been sympathetic at all, with their thinking that their family was genetically superior and with the providence of modern technology and medicine, thought they were invincible, even to this new disease. She got sick really quick after her 21st birthday and immediately after her parents found out, they disowned her, disappointed that she was the only one to contract the virus. Soon after, they kicked her out of the house and even reported her to the CDC, who took her in for testing.

She didn't develop into any of the later stages, but that didn't stop an unauthorized offshoot of the organization to use Marianne as a lab rat. She was cured and re-infected over the course of three years, developing a natural, if not forced, immunity to the virus. When progress did not continue, they simply kept her contained in her cell until tragedy broke out. Marianne found that all the containment cells had been unlocked and the facility she was in had lost power due to a distant power grid being wiped out by nuclear arms fire. Marianne was able to escape with her life, though others met a horrifying fate as the military came in to contain the breakout.

Free from that place that used her to useless testing, as there was no way to eradicate the virus medically or chemically without the option of obliterating all of mankind, Marianne wasn't free from her trauma or the affliction that was her constant companion for the last four years. People stayed away, seeing the injection marks on her arms, scars she will have for a lifetime.
Weapons:  A samurai sword she looted from a house, virtually unused, and is more like a token than a weapon. Anything long and rigid that she can get her hands on.
Gear:  A medium knapsack, hiking boots, clothes (pictured), headlamp, loose wristband contained her identification of her containment cell, parka for heavy rain, hand-cuffs (mostly for herself, in the event she turns into Unseen)
Fears:  Of recognizing her family as the Unseen
Casual ons:  Rooftops, sketching people in her sketchpad
Casual offs:  Bullies, especially towards afflicted.
Sexual ons:  Dominant men. Anal.
Sexual offs:  Bathroom stuff. Vore. Excessive violence. Dismemberment

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[TheHangedOne]

Hey, Chrees; and everybody else, too  ;). I've caught some sort of nasty stomach bug; I'll spare the details. I'm pretty under the weather, though, so posting quality and quantity may be sporadic for a little while, while I rest up.  But I am looking forward to this game getting a proper launch.

[Narianna]

Hey all, sorry I've been quiet lately.  Really life has been ruthless to me :(

My plan is to get things up and going for this game this evening. The game is still accepting also!

I hope things are going better for you!

[Chreestafer]

Hey all, the plan is to definitely get this story set up soon.  Had really rough week and went away for the weekend and shut my phone off.  I. Back and somewhat rejuvenated a bit.  So I'm hoping tomorrow night is the kickoff! :)

[Eliza]

*peeks in to see if the owner is around*

[Chreestafer]

hey all, I do apologize for my absence do to real life issues :(

I am back however! YAY ME! so would everyone please move your characters to the character acceptance thread if you haven't already.

also we're still looking for players, so anyone new wish to post up a character here ill go through them!

thanks all!

Ill have the into thread up once everyone posts to the CS thread! :)

[Eliza]

Oh okay. Forgot to do that.

He's alive everyone!

[Kokaine]

Check.

[Chreestafer]

Update:

My good friend here, The Hanged Man, has signed on as a co-gm.  So any questions can be answered by either one of us.  :)

[Anouk Daae]

Name: Alexandra Rodriguez
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: "I'm just like you but with a rash. It itches, but it's not herpes."
Appearance:
- Brown hair
- Brown eyes
- Olive skin
- Rash along her right arm
Personality:
- occasionally talks to herself
- compassionate to those who know her
- clever albeit eccentric
- goal-oriented
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Weapons:
- Chef Knife
- Santoku Knife
- Birds Beak Knife
- Pairing Knife
- Utility Knife
- Jump rope tied with sharpened stones and a pairing knife at the end (make-shift steel-whip)

Gear:
- Bobble (water bottle with a filter)
- 1lb jar of Skippy peanut butter
- two cans of tuna
- a lighter
- 1 4-pack AA batteries
- 1 8-pack of protein bars
- 2 changes of clothes
- Black Jansport Backpack
- Steel-toed slip-resistant boots (black)
Fears:
- The Unseen
- Being eaten alive
- Ghosts
- Parasites
Casual ons:
- Ingenuity
- Hard-workers
- Compassion
Casual offs:
- Laziness
- Stupidity
- Apathy
Sexual ons:
- Confidence
- Competence
- Comfort
Sexual offs:
- Insecurity
- Head-games
- Laziness
Bio:

   Alexandra grew up in a tiny apartment in Brooklyn with her mom and her abuela. The community was tight-knit, if not a bit...rough. Her father bailed when she was four, and her mother hasn't seen a child support check since she was six. That's about when they moved in with her abuelita. Thin walls made her home possibly the worst place to study, and just about everyone expected her to get knocked up and drop out of high school by the time she was 15. Alex had other plans.

  She'd always loved helping out in the kitchen. Had a job working at a deli a block from her building until she graduated. She spent hours in the school library, struggling with the dial-up connection to find every food festival in the Tri-State Area. By the time she graduated, she had the grades and network to apply to the CIA. Culinary Institute of America. Arguably the best school of its kind in the country, possibly in the entire continent. Tuition was the real issue. She got partial scholarships for being Hispanic and for living in a low-income neighborhood, another for having a more-or-less ignored drop of "Native American" in her genes (Taino, Arawak Nation).

   The rest was up to her. Any competitions at school to earn extra cash, she commuted to school, bought her knife kit and uniform second hand from a drop-out. While her classmates, mostly rich kids who figured cooking school wasn't real college, dicked off, partying in their dorms, and finding the next way to deep-fry twinkies while high - she stayed on her hustle. An instructor got her a stage at an Italian bisto near 37th street, she aced it and got a job as their prep cook. The rest? Well, that's what Financial Aid was for, right?

  All in all, she was happy. Busy, exhausted, but happy. She was going to get out of that neighborhood, move her mom and abuela into a nice apartment where they wouldn't have to work so hard. Her instructors believed in her. Every day off was spent volunteering at urban co-ops, learning every single aspect of her industry. Farm to table, farm to factory - didn't matter. She was a sponge for it all.

   The day the virus really messed with her was a quiet Tuesday afternoon. She was in the living room, building a small hydroponics system for her balcony so she could grow some herbs. The TV was on, low volume, just white noise so she could focus. The door to their apartment swung open after the sound of scratching and keys jingling, before her grams toppled into the kitchen table. Her family didn't have insurance, couldn't afford it. So when her mom saw her abuela bleeding from the arm, she rushed into action. First aid kit, dried herbs that stunk up the place, an a tourniquet make out of a kitchen towel. Oddly, the bleeding stopped fairly quickly, allowing her mother to sew it up.

  Class was canceled after that, postponed indefinitely the email had said. Back before emails went dark. Doña Ivy got sick, staying in her bedroom most of the time. Alex and her mother traded shifts between taking care of her and being glued to the TV. Two days later, the news told them there was a city-wide mandatory evacuation. Bus lines would run on a volunteer basis only. Her mom was in the bedroom when Alexandra heard a loud crash, followed by a scream. Rushing into the bedroom, she saw her grandmother getting up off the bed, but her eyes...they weren't right. Her mom was the quick thinker in that situation. Pushing her own mother back, Alex's mom rushed out of the room and shut the door.

  Without a word, she went to Alex's room and packed up some clothes into her backpack, rushing into the kitchen next to put whatever canned goods they had left in there too. Shoving them into Alex's arms, she yelled at Alex to leave before turning to the stove and putting a wad of paper towels on a bite bleeding on the palm of her hand. When Alex tried to hug her, to insist she wasn't leaving, the banging came from the other side of her abuela's bedroom door. A frail woman to begin with, it sounded like she'd fallen against the door.

From the reports, they knew that some people turned right away. "No tienes tiempo, mija!" her mother kept insisting. "Maldita sea, estúpida, ve!" Grabbing a potted plant off a shelf, her mother threw it at her head. No time for tears or goodbyes, she picked up her backpack and knife kit and shut the door behind her. On all sides of the hallway in her building, she could hear her neighbors screaming and yelling, glass breaking, that low-strained gargle just out of ear-shot.

Running down the stairs and into the street, she met up with her Tío Tito. Not really her uncle, but close enough to her abuela that he was considered family. He had his van outside, usually used for picking up parts at the junkyard and fixing appliances. Now, it was full of the neighborhood elderly and a few boxes of food. One look at her told him everything he needed to know. With a quick hug, he motioned for her to sit anywhere there was room. Nine other people stuffed on top of each other in the back of that van, but they made it work.

Telling everyone to hang on, he booked it out of the city. Their luck didn't run out until they were in the countryside. Gas was fine, it was the traffic that did them in. Patrols and military personnel kept the line of cars moving slowly along. Then the screaming started. From a window, Alex could see people getting out of their cars and running between the vehicles could two miles per hour on the interstate. Then the guns went off. Military shooting at infected or living people alike, they all looked deranged and dangerous in their flights.

  Then the roar. Starting as a low-hum before the ground started shaking. A few cars started veering around to go off-road, most of them ending stuff in ditches before the horde overtook them. From the driver's seat, she heard Tito yell "¡Salí! ¡Correr!" He'd already undone his seat-belt and was getting out of the van. When the sliding door opened, he started helping out the viejos and pointing to the tree line for them to run into there.

   For the rest of her life, she would regret what she did next. Grabbing her bags, she did what she was told and ran, only stopping when she found a tree she could scramble up. By the time she was up to safety, she looked back to see who else she could help up, only to see that the the elderly, and her uncle, had only made it halfway to the treeline before the horde got them.

  The next few days, she stayed up in that tree, quietly, holding her bladder until she felt sick. The Unseen ambled around the area for a while, picking off stragglers before finally continuing their migration west. A week later, limbs stiff, she made her way back to the ground and took off deeper into the trees. Eventually, she found a small group of traveling humans. Some afflicted but not turning, others showing no signs either way. Her own arm had been infected a few weeks back, but the thick denim jacket she wore covered the angry red marks in her flesh.

  They never stayed anywhere for long, which was for the best. Setting down roots made people feel safe. Safety made them lazy. Laziness killed. Always one half-step ahead of a group of Cannibals. Not Unseen, but actual people eating people. The thought kept her up most nights.

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[Anouk Daae]

Also, I know you have more females than males. I'm 100% fine with just playing a friend, side character.
I really love playing post-apocalyptic characters who develop through plot, so no worries about her coupling off with anyone.
Right now, her goal is not dying, way less focused on propagating the species if you get my drift.
Just point me in the direction where you'd like the plot to go, and I'll do what I can.
Assuming, of course, that she's accepted.

[Eliza]

Oh, I need to post my sheet in the other thread

[Chreestafer]

I plan on getting the OOC up and running for those in the game as of now.

Also, I know you have more females than males. I'm 100% fine with just playing a friend, side character.
I really love playing post-apocalyptic characters who develop through plot, so no worries about her coupling off with anyone.
Right now, her goal is not dying, way less focused on propagating the species if you get my drift.
Just point me in the direction where you'd like the plot to go, and I'll do what I can.
Assuming, of course, that she's accepted.

The game is going to be more of a heavy survival / horror style story anyways. So dont feel any pressure on having to "have sex" in the story. The smug aspect will be there, yes.  However it isnt a main point.

That being said, welcome aboard Anouk, go ahead and post her in the character sheet section.

[Anouk Daae]

Sweet! Thank you!

I mean, I'm open to smut in a story if it happens. But I would rather everyone else get their's first, ya know?

[Chreestafer]

Here is the OOC everyone :)

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293258.0

[Chajesdad]

Color me interested, but the concept is a bit off. The Walking Dead co-star Daryl (some might say star), Norman Reedus survived the Hollywood purge as the collapse of civilization by "Walkers" and worse occurred. Recognition, people skills, and an over-all tough guy reputation has won him quick acceptance into the groups he has crossed, though surprising is his education and true skill sets, apparently acting as a wilderness savvy character rubs off on a guy. Actually he studied general truths to add realism to the role. As such he is a skilled knife fighter (not professional), able to fire crossbow (more than competent skill), rifle, and pistol with proficiency, knows the barest basics of tracking, has an actor's endurance (considerable), and skilled with public speaking. I see him filling less the outlaw role, and more the liason/leader role, perhaps trainer.

I have other concepts, but to take a person that is recognized as a character, and putting him into a similar circumstance, I want to explore this avenue of life. (Yes, I intend to give him a crossbow. You can't not look cool with a crossbow.)

[TheHangedOne]

Color me interested, but the concept is a bit off. The Walking Dead co-star Daryl (some might say star), Norman Reedus survived the Hollywood purge as the collapse of civilization by "Walkers" and worse occurred. Recognition, people skills, and an over-all tough guy reputation has won him quick acceptance into the groups he has crossed, though surprising is his education and true skill sets, apparently acting as a wilderness savvy character rubs off on a guy. Actually he studied general truths to add realism to the role. As such he is a skilled knife fighter (not professional), able to fire crossbow (more than competent skill), rifle, and pistol with proficiency, knows the barest basics of tracking, has an actor's endurance (considerable), and skilled with public speaking. I see him filling less the outlaw role, and more the liason/leader role, perhaps trainer.

I have other concepts, but to take a person that is recognized as a character, and putting him into a similar circumstance, I want to explore this avenue of life. (Yes, I intend to give him a crossbow. You can't not look cool with a crossbow.)

Crossbows are pretty nice. Smart choice, too; most of the arrows can be salvaged if you know what you're doing, and you're lucky. The main drawback is reload time.

Then again, I'm also playing the guy with a throwing axe.  ;D

Ultimately it's up to Chrees, but I do like the idea you're working with.

[Chreestafer]

Crossbows are pretty nice. Smart choice, too; most of the arrows can be salvaged if you know what you're doing, and you're lucky. The main drawback is reload time.

Then again, I'm also playing the guy with a throwing axe.  ;D

Ultimately it's up to Chrees, but I do like the idea you're working with.

I trust THMs thoughts on this.  Go ahead and work up a character sheet and post it here for us to review :)

[Chajesdad]

Name:       Norman Reedus
Age:      49
Gender:   Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted:Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted:Resources, they are immune to the bite, use them as shields and weapons against the Unseen, extremely lesser degree he likes to think he sees them as people to be held at a distance.
Appearance:   Rough and tumble, two day stubble, goatee,
Personality:   Strong and respected, he keeps himself calm and scripted, allowing himself to respond as needed often. He loves the attention that his former status and popularity provide, though knows that he is not the character that everyone is seeing. Having done research to flesh out the character and authenticate the skills of the rugged, zombie-survivor that he is expected to be, Norman also sees others expecting more than he can provide. His need for the adoration discourages him from setting them straight, and he concocts excuses for why his skills fall short. Norman hates himself for living the lie, knowing that others have died expecting him to be able to keep them alive, also realizing that if others realize he is a fake, he will be cast out. He is Daryl Dixon.
Sexual Orientation:Loves him some women, though stays aloof to keep down jealousy.

Bio:      Norman Reedus was born in Hollywood, Florida, to Marianne and Norman Reedus. A moderate student, he found himself working odd jobs trying to break into the silver screen. A surprising option came for him as he was asked to join a play. This opened him to movies and eventually the TV series The Walking Dead. He made his name there, as his following grew from exposure and a consistent bad boy with a golden heart series of roles.    

     When the fit hit the shan, Norman was on-site filming the next season of The WAlking Dead, they had a new crew and were working out new relationship dynamics and possibilities after four of the previous seasons prime actors had succumbed to the disease. Life was trying, humanity wanted familiar, even if it was a little close to the reality they had suffered. They had no idea…

   The first thought was publicity stunt, or gathering stunt by the makeup and stunt artists, but that quickly changed as the vicious attacks of the “Walker” was too real, no touch up would be needed post-production. Norman abandoned the show as did many others. His trusted crossbow in hand, Norman raced east and up the coast, where he found that New York Island was barred from traffic. The epidemic was in full swing again. Norman kept in contact with his son Mingus by the cell service, but was not allowed across the barriers.

   Norman worked with a refugee camp outside the metropolis, as he kept in contact, always seeking a way to get to Mingus. The young man had taken in several friends and a few strays, always assuring his dad he was being careful, but they needed him. Things in New York proper were getting bad.

   Then one night, as Mingus and he spoke, there was a commotion at the apartment, An Unseen was at the door, pounding away, then another, then another. The splintering of the door was one of the last sounds as the phone fell to the floor and was stepped on in the panic.

   That night, New York fell, but rather than flee, Norman joined a group of refugees that were returning to the island to find family. He found his apartment the next day after surviving a day that resembled many sets he had worked in the last few years. It wasn’t real yet, though his crossbow bolts were upgraded from the safety bolts on set to true bolts he had used in practice. Trained to alway recover the bolts, he habitually continued. His apartment was trashed, a pile of bodies, two torn beyond recognition, one unseen was broken, crawling with a single arm, the other broken, the spine shattered. Norman hasn’t found proof of his son’s survival, with many of the torn parts and people wearing his clothes. With no hope, and no answers, he had to get clear of the mega-city. He grabbed a few day’s food, but noticed that his personal crossbow was gone from his closet. He scoured the apartment quickly again, but no, it was gone. He left a message on the inside of the door where the food was left. A trail if his son could follow. Florence, New Jersey Watertower.

Norman made his way out of New York, regrouping with only one of the people he had come in, and her little sister. The sister had been bitten, Norman tried to get them out, but it was lost, the sister burned with fever before turning on them. Norman walked away from this one too.

Weapons: Crossbow, 6 bolts, (3 usable, 2 with adequate fletching and heads, one with just the head.) large combat knife on left hip, .38 Smith and Wesson snubnose with 2 rounds in back of his jeans. Six-foot walking stick split-stick on the top, padded with a beaver pelt for a crutch though never shortened.

Gear: backpack, 3 cans of Wolf brand chili, 2 lb ziploc of rice, camp pot,
Fears: finding Mingus, knowing the Unseen,
Casual ons: recognition, willing to follow directions
Casual offs: belligerent, stupid people, groupies.
Sexual ons: adoration (though this is short lived), capable subs, strength, intelligence
Sexual offs: drama, clingy, getting close

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[Amarlo]

Nngg... I'm tempted. I really am. Is this going to be sandboxy at all? It would be neat to play someone's sister, maybe. ;D

[Chreestafer]

@Chajesdad, let read it over and I'll get back to you asap.

Nngg... I'm tempted. I really am. Is this going to be sandboxy at all? It would be neat to play someone's sister, maybe. ;D

You can work out any kind of character you're looking to build :)

Are you looking for a more intimate bro / sis relationship? Or just the connection to tie you into the story? Both are accepted :)

[Amarlo]

You can work out any kind of character you're looking to build :)

Are you looking for a more intimate bro / sis relationship? Or just the connection to tie you into the story? Both are accepted :)

I honestly would be happy with either or! ^^ Sister/bro relationships are one of my kinks - especially twins or older bro + younger sis. HOWEVER, starting out with a sibling - male or female - is just an easy close connection that seems like tons of fun in general. ;D

[TheHangedOne]

I honestly would be happy with either or! ^^ Sister/bro relationships are one of my kinks - especially twins or older bro + younger sis. HOWEVER, starting out with a sibling - male or female - is just an easy close connection that seems like tons of fun in general. ;D

Hihi. I have an idea to throw your way~ Check back earlier in the thread, and you'll see "Hatchet Man". Part of his character development arc is that he's basically starting play in a fugue state (and I am taking a bit of Hollywood-itis with displaying the actual mental illness). Having a sibling with him could actually be very good. His default state at the beginning of the game is meant to be in a sort of "blue screen of death", so having a more rational person there could help assure the rest of the party that "He wasn't always like this", etc.

She wouldn't necessarily need to psychologically diagnose him, or even be the one to bring him out of the state, and help him remember who he was. More like... a handler for a wild animal (at least at the beginning).

It's not a particular kink of mine, just an "I have no strong opinion", but there could room there for something else to develop, too (once he comes out of 'eat, drink, sleep, kill, rinse, repeat'). Just some food for thought; feel free to accept, decline, plot with me on PMs, as you wish.

Also, it's nice to see you around again. How's life been?  ;D

[Amarlo]

Hello again! That actually sounds really cool. I kind of love this idea. I'm not at my computer right now but I'll try to message you later. Unless you have more details you'd like to message me first. ;D

[Kokaine]

Hey all,

Thanks for the opportunity but I think Im gonna step back from this rp. Y'all have fun. :)

K

[Amarlo]

I don't know if this has been addressed yet or not, and I can't seem to find it skimming through the information, but exactly how long has this whole thing been going on? What exactly is the timeline? I know it says 2017 somewhere, but is that what year it is currently?

[Anouk Daae]

I don't know if this has been addressed yet or not, and I can't seem to find it skimming through the information, but exactly how long has this whole thing been going on? What exactly is the timeline? I know it says 2017 somewhere, but is that what year it is currently?

and jumping off that, what city are we in?

[Chreestafer]

Hey all,

Thanks for the opportunity but I think Im gonna step back from this rp. Y'all have fun. :)

K

Oh no! :(

[Chreestafer]

I don't know if this has been addressed yet or not, and I can't seem to find it skimming through the information, but exactly how long has this whole thing been going on? What exactly is the timeline? I know it says 2017 somewhere, but is that what year it is currently?

It's going to go on for as long as it can haha. I was planning on starting it in the year 2017, yes.

and jumping off that, what city are we in?

City wise, Pittsburgh Pennsylvania usa.

[Amarlo]

Good choice on placement!

So basically it's been about a year since all hell broke lose in character?

[Chreestafer]

Good choice on placement!

So basically it's been about a year since all hell broke lose in character?

Roughly yes :)

[Chreestafer]

Sadly with Kokaine backing out, a spot as Christopher's fiance has opened up if anyone is interested in a second character, or if any new commers would like to fill the role :)

[Amarlo]

Maybe he can find one in game play? ;P

[Anouk Daae]

Sadly with Kokaine backing out, a spot as Christopher's fiance has opened up if anyone is interested in a second character, or if any new commers would like to fill the role :)

Maybe he can find one in game play? ;P

I generally prefer to avoid pre-made pairings, but if you're interested - I'm open to our characters meeting and seeing if they dig one another. No worries if you'd prefer someone to come in with that already on lock though. Just an offer.

[Chreestafer]

Tomorrow I'm going to get the IC up and running. :)

[Chajesdad]

@Chajesdad, let read it over and I'll get back to you asap.

Do I have any chance of being in this game? Should I find a new character? Just checking, but you have not come back to the answer.

[Anouk Daae]

I trust THMs thoughts on this.  Go ahead and work up a character sheet and post it here for us to review :)

Chajesdad - they both responded to you.

[Chajesdad]

All I offered was that Chreestafer said for me to await a response after they had a chance to read the character sheet, I quoted what they said after I posted the character sheet. Just looking to make sure there are no questions or a preference for me to change something or everything.

[Anouk Daae]

Ooooh I see. Okie dokie.

Commander! Question for you!

[Heartsink]

Hey :-) tried to go with a bio setting him in the pre-established plot; either he knows they're afflicted or he doesn't and gets suspicious (either option can be fun) if that works

Name: Santiago "Santi" Mejía
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: Kill them all. Or at least stay as far from them as possible.
Appearance: Santi has a slim build, not overly muscular or anything, yet not super skinny either. He has a beard (as pictured) that he trims, because it's more convenient that ways within the circumstances than clean shave. He tends to wear relatively ample clothes, as they breath more easily, exclusively from Wal Mart brands due here again to circumstances.
Personality: Santi is an opportunist at heart, but more than that he really only cares about himself. Having had a shit life before the global contamination and subsequent chaos, he had all the intentions in the world to take what he wanted, survive and not look back at the weak ones left behind. Blunt, direct, perhaps obnoxious as well, he won't shy away from telling others what he really thinks. He doesn't believe in humanity, nor does he believe in the notion of solidarity, and especially not some holy war of the unafflicted vs the afflicted. He couldn't care less who dies or who lives as long as he lives. All he knows is afflicted people make it more likely for him to die and therefore must either be killed before they can do anything to him or be as far from him as possible.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Bio: Santi's life had been extremely boring up until the point the world decided to implode. He had grown up playing zombie video games and watching apocalyptic movies never imagining himself ending up in such a scenario. When the inevitable became reality, he was glad because something was finally happening in his life. A Wal Mart employee for the last 3 years, he longed for the day he could leave that dreaded place. When everybody started dying, his family tried to flea to Mexico to see the rest of the extended family. Santi wasn't stupid enough to follow them; he knew his best chance of survival were small towns and if not then to stay in Pittsburgh, which was small enough. Ironically, he ended up finding refuge in the Wal Mart he used to work at when the Unseen started roaming the streets and his own neighborhood wasn't safe anymore. The only issue was the group of survivors who made the Wal Mart's rooftop their new home: most of them were afflicted.
Weapons: A kitchen knife
Gear: Backpack with stuff, including portable manual charger and flashlight, iPhone, clothes
Fears: Dying, becoming afflicted
Casual ons: People who make the right choices, logical people, animals, guns (unless pointed at him)
Casual offs: Afflicted people, wasted food, picky people, sheltered and naive people
Sexual ons: O/Os
Sexual offs: O/Os

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[Amarlo]

O: -waves all spastic like at Heartsink.- Hi again!

Side note, I love your character's feelings towards afflicted. xD

[Heartsink]

O: -waves all spastic like at Heartsink.- Hi again!

Side note, I love your character's feelings towards afflicted. xD

hahaha *waves back* how's it going? :P and yeah he's a little devil  >:)

[Anouk Daae]

hahaha *waves back* how's it going? :P and yeah he's a little devil  >:)

gotta be a little wonky in the head space to work at Walmart for 3 years lol

[Chreestafer]

hahaha *waves back* how's it going? :P and yeah he's a little devil  >:)

I do like him haha. I was waiting for someone to have conflicted feelings towards the afflicted.  He's approved!

Post him in the character thread, then feel free to post in the OOC and IC threads.

[Chreestafer]

Currently in need of female characters.  Male roles are at a halt currently

[Amarlo]

hahaha *waves back* how's it going? :P and yeah he's a little devil  >:)

gotta be a little wonky in the head space to work at Walmart for 3 years lol

So much of this ^

[Heartsink]

I do like him haha. I was waiting for someone to have conflicted feelings towards the afflicted.  He's approved!

Post him in the character thread, then feel free to post in the OOC and IC threads.

Thanks! Will do

gotta be a little wonky in the head space to work at Walmart for 3 years lol

A job's a job :P

[Aethyrium]

Name: Delani Cyrus
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unafflicted
Feelings toward Afflicted: "People are still people, 'till they ain't. 'N like ma daddy used to preach, people are worth savin'."
Appearance: 5'8. Brown hair that lightens with age, slowly turning blonde; wavy, roughly shoulder length. Sporty, active lifestyle build.
Personality: One part rowdy, one part country, two parts small town, a dash of christian household, a pinch of rebel, and three splashes too many of willful stubbornness. Mix it all together, serve with a side of something to prove, and garnish with a firecracker.
Sexual Orientation: Heteroflexible

Bio: Delani will tell you that she grew up in the midwest, but there was enough time spent in Texas that it's hard to say she's anything but split between the two. Born the youngest of two to The Reverend Abel Cyrus, and his wife Lacey, Delani was destined for a life of farming, preaching, and homemaking. Her elder brother, Jared, wanted nothing to do with the life. He wanted something more, to study, get smart, and leave the 'Dust Bowl'. So when Abel wanted to share his love of fixing cars, it was the daughter that learned, not the son. When the other kids wanted to play, Delani stole the football and ran with it while Jared turned his back on the field. The two were never close as children, but that eventually resolved itself later in life. Delani grew up a product of her environment. The Reverend was a giving man, and a skilled mechanic. His flock came to him for repairs that would cost them only the parts, never the labor. That labor was often split between father and daughter, and she learned his passion and made it her own. When the wind knocked down a farmers shed, she was on site before dawn broke with a bucket of nails and her little hammer, ready to do her part. By the time she was old enough to take a job she worked in the evenings with a family friend, a contractor, and learned what she could from him.

Then the family divided. Jared went off the college, and Delani stayed home to help mom and dad. Abel was more than displeased, and saw Jared as a son who had turned his back on the family. Only Delani would ever make things right with her forgotten brother. But before that happened she took on night classes in an electricians trade school; funded by the contractor who eventually wanted her to come work for him. During the day she'd help her mother around the house, and at night she'd go to school and work. She spent the weekends in the garage. It was as fulfilling a life as she ever wanted. Years later, after becoming a certified electrician and a plumber, she saw her brother on television working as a Governor's aide. She reached out to Jared and mended the bridge between them, meeting him in the 'big city' for lunch; that's where she first heard about the mysterious disease that was just starting to surface. She and Jared kept in touch, but eventually he was claimed by the illness.

Before her mourning was complete, the epidemic had made its way to her town. The Reverend held extra gatherings, and he preached all would be well; but it wasn't. She had to dig holes for people she had known her whole life. People she'd grown up with. Kids that she had helped teach. Friends, colleagues, and family. Even a man as reverent as her father wasn't spared this new era plague. It wasn't long before Delani was one of the left in her little nowhere town, and there was no reason for her to stay. She packed up her tools and got in her dads truck, and started to drive...

Weapons: 48" Stilsons Pipe Wrench
Gear: A (mostly) complete tool collection, set up on a roller box (like airline luggage); a lot of tools are old and mismatched, but she's picked up replacements (or upgrades) in her travels. Tool belt, flash light and a collection of batteries with various levels of charge. Heavy duty construction boots, and leather gloves (well worn, but still effective).
Fears: Becoming one of the Unseen; dying is one thing, but that's a fate worse than death. Not being good enough in a moment of need.
Casual ons: A hard days work. A beer and a smoke. Hands on activities. Showing the boys whose got real brass ones.
Casual offs: Being treated like "a girl". Exercising patience, and activities that require a great deal of it. Being told "you can't".
Sexual ons: Competitive sex. Tests of endurance. Rough sex you can feel the next day or two... or three.
Sexual offs: Humiliation. Manipulation. "Extreme kinks" (gore, vore, scat, etc).

[Amarlo]

-flail waves at Aethyrium!- hiiiiii!

[TheHangedOne]

Aetherium, I adore the way you wrote her personality. "Garnish with a firecracker".  >:)

I kind of want to see her and Hatchet-Man have an arm wrestlin' match.  ;D Pretty damn sure that wrench will smite the ever-living hell out of just about anything.

[Chajesdad]

Name:    Natalie “Atilla” Giancolli

Age:     26

Gender:   F

Afflicted or Unafflicted: Afflicted

Feelings toward Afflicted: Hates them with a passion, hates herself.

Appearance:   Tight, ripped musculature, challenging eyes, Predatory, mama bear. Tight leather biker’s outfit. Standing at 6’2” her impressive mane of hair is often tied back into a loose tail.

Personality: “Atilla” shows a powerful and strong front, a persona she perfected while wrestling professionally. Inside Natalie is screaming at that night, when she killed her manager.

Sexual Orientation: Natalie has always wanted the white picket fence and 2.5 kids, “Atilla” has ridden both sides of the fence and found great joy in the moment.

Bio: Born on the mat, Natalie’s father owned a boxing gym in Philadelphia. One that Natalie spent her youth working, running, and eventually owning herself. Natalie knew her job. She could handle the young biker toughs of the local Hell’s Angels on or off the mat, and even held the respect of her father’s friends because she wouldn’t take any trouble from their sons. She knew her friends and she understood her ‘family’ was more than blood. Papa Joe made sure she was taken care of when her father died, he also made sure that once she was stable, word got out to other professionals in the area to train there. It was assumed father’s friends were connected to the mafia.

Papa Joe even introduced her to Milton Waters, an agent and manager who helped her get out of the gym and onto the mat itself. It seemed that she had the look for the Wrestling community, and since she towered over the other girls, it was easy to spin her as a bad girl. Natalie became ‘Atilla’ and she dominated the wrestling scene by sheer overpowering personality. It didn’t hurt that she could land a punch and take one. As her fame built, so did her manager’s forwardness.

When the first wave of infections hit, she was spared the grief of having any direct family hurt by it. So when everything balanced out, she felt some sympathy for those with rashes. After a particularly taxing row with her manager, one where she felt she needed to shower even though he had only caressed her cheek with his advances tonight, she saw the posting for the charity match for the Afflicted. Madison Square Gardens, only Afflicted ticket sales, all others by PPV. This was going to be big, and they would need bad guys. She signed up even without her manager’s knowledge.

Milton was furious, she had gone behind his back, “Little Natalie wants her name in lights, she wants the publicity, she wants to run the show.” He was demeaning, spiteful and even as she prepared for her time in the ring, he made her feel one inch tall. This fight was one where she was to go down after her opponent got her second wind, but rise to take the win. Milton stepped up, “Well Little Natalie, you will pay me the difference in what you get here and what I would have gotten you for this gig.” He gripped her tit and tried to pull her to him as he unbuttoned his collar to show his own Affliction rash spread across his chest, avoiding places he could not cover.

The disease, the attack, the burning and scathing comments, Natalie fled into her persona. Atilla grabbed the smaller man by the shirt, lifting him from the ground and hurling him to the corner where he crashed into a wooden bench bolted to the wall. He fell in a heap, his body motionless as she began to realize he had landed on his neck. The sounds of the arena above erupted in cheers again, well no, those weren’t cheers, they were screams of terror.

Two Unseen bounded down the gangplank to her dressing room, stepping back Atilla saw the threat and posed to challenge it, as she stood next to the fallen man. The burning red eyes of the Unseen saw her, and scanned down to Milton. His eyes were still open and twitching in horror. Atilla threw Milton into the Unseen and raced past as the two clawed their way through the hapless manager. She remembered closing the steel cage behind her. Lifting a weight bar and a #30 round, she headed for the stage exit. She had to get out of there, Milton's screams ended long before their echoes fell silent in her ears.

Atilla is the dominant personality, where Natalie peaks out from time to time, this world is no place for her. Until something softens some of the edges, Natalie may drift off and leave only the personality of Atilla. Atilla is very aggressive against the Unseen using a brutal dual wielding style with the long reach of the concrete breaker and the breaker bar, coupled with her impressive reach to start with.

Weapons: 42” concrete breaker, 30” breaker bar, 4lb mesh bag of 1 inch steel ball bearings (22).
Gear:(2) 64oz water bottle, heavy backpack, Set of keys to her gym and two storage keys, one to a locker at the Amtrak station (her dad’s), one to a storage facility. Duffle bag with two suits of biker leathers her size, several flannel shirts, an empty duffel, a backpack, five packs of cigarettes, a gallon of olive oil, underwear that fits (she wasn’t picky when she was raiding but got some nice ones).

She knows of a storage nearby with ten more leather suits. An impressive amount of weights and training gear, two motorcycles (out of gas),

Usable Skills:
Celebrity
Boxing and wrestling training
Impressive strength
She’s a local, with local knowledge
Connections to mafia and bikers, if any still exist.

Fears: Rape, the Afflicted, seeing others suffer, the Afflicted
Casual ons:  education, eyeglasses, a strong chin, effort
Casual offs: unibrow, addiction, laziness
Sexual ons:   Atilla: Heat of passion, wild, thrilling moments
Natalie:Quiet strength, She is a closet sub, needs a perceptively weaker individual to dominate her in the bedroom.
Sexual offs: Aggressive behavior (I don’t belong to you), debts (I don’t owe you) against the character but I play
Definite No’s character and player, extremes (vore, gore, scat)

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[Chajesdad]

Whatcha think!?

[Chreestafer]

Whatcha think!?

I like her a lot to be honest.  Only part I ask you to change is when the 2 unseen attack. They wouldn't just be pleased with the dead body she tossed them.  They're hell bent on killing everything in sight. Edit it to where she maybe just escapes their grasp.  Otherwise she is good to go in my opinion.

[Aethyrium]

-flail waves at Aethyrium!- hiiiiii!

Hiiiiii!

Aetherium, I adore the way you wrote her personality. "Garnish with a firecracker".  >:)

I kind of want to see her and Hatchet-Man have an arm wrestlin' match.  ;D Pretty damn sure that wrench will smite the ever-living hell out of just about anything.

Hahaha! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I think she'd certainly be up for that.

Should I be doing something with her sheet other than posting it here?

[Chajesdad]

He isn't dead, just paralyzed, his eyes are still twitching, should I give him screams to entice them to continue to eat him. Or would they still attack her as another moving target?

[Chreestafer]

He isn't dead, just paralyzed, his eyes are still twitching, should I give him screams to entice them to continue to eat him. Or would they still attack her as another moving target?

You could play it off as maybe one goes after him, and the other comes after you?

[TheHangedOne]

Hahaha! I'm glad that you enjoyed it. I think she'd certainly be up for that.

Should I be doing something with her sheet other than posting it here?

It gets my stamp of approval; Chrees?

[Chreestafer]

It gets my stamp of approval; Chrees?

Yup :)

Love her concept :)

[BehindYou]

Should I be doing something with her sheet other than posting it here?

Since she's gained the double stamp of approval, you can go ahead and put her up in the Accepted Character Thread

[Chajesdad]

So, do we still need women, or are men available... I seem to remember that there were not going to be a sex quota, but... So how is everybody?

[Red Stella]

Feeling better, thanks.  I even posted!

I’m still weirded out by the need to recruit more female characters, because it’s always the other way round. 
I don’t know if that’s the current status though.

[Chreestafer]

Feeling better, thanks.  I even posted!

I’m still weirded out by the need to recruit more female characters, because it’s always the other way round. 
I don’t know if that’s the current status though.

It's close to even now I do believe. Yet still always open for more :) and glad you're feeling better!!!

[GloomCookie]

I'm probably too late to the party but here goes.

Name: Alicia Smith
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unaffected
Feelings toward Afflicted: Empathy & Pity (her daughter was taken away and experimented on)
Appearance: 5'-9", blonde hair, typically wears t-shirts and jeans, athletic
Personality: Overall nice and helpful, generally interested in others well being, sometimes depressed when things calm down and she has time to process what's happened.
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious (prefers heterosexual)
Bio: The news had talked about the strange afliction ravishing the country, but it's hard to worry about something far away when you have bills to pay and a little girl at home. That is, until she catches it. The sleepless nights trying to comfort a scared child while she slowly succumbs to the disease, the doctors no help, and then they took her little girl away. She was experimented on, Alicia doing all she could to get her little girl back, until she was simply told her child was dead. She puts on a facade of being ok and normal, but sometimes the mental barriers give, and she curls up in a corner trying to pull herself together remembering what they did to her little girl.
Weapons: Baseball bat, taser with 3 rounds
Gear: Protein bars (5), bottled water (2), road map, picture of her little girl, asprin (10 pills total), spare set of clothes
Fears: Spiders, mad animals
Casual ons: Athletic, mild stubble, blue eyes
Casual offs: Overweight, lazy, stupidity
Sexual ons: Forced nudity, light bondage, blindfolds
Sexual offs: Stench, scat

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[Lady Kitsune]

Hi all! Does Christopher still need a fiance?

[Chreestafer]

Hi all! Does Christopher still need a fiance?

I do :)
PM me for details

[Chreestafer]

I see no issues with her :)

Go ahead and move her to the Character sheets, and then go ahead and post at the IC :)

She's going to part of group B out in the wild.

I'm probably too late to the party but here goes.

Name: Alicia Smith
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Afflicted or Unafflicted: Unaffected
Feelings toward Afflicted: Empathy & Pity (her daughter was taken away and experimented on)
Appearance: 5'-9", blonde hair, typically wears t-shirts and jeans, athletic
Personality: Overall nice and helpful, generally interested in others well being, sometimes depressed when things calm down and she has time to process what's happened.
Sexual Orientation: Bicurious (prefers heterosexual)
Bio: The news had talked about the strange afliction ravishing the country, but it's hard to worry about something far away when you have bills to pay and a little girl at home. That is, until she catches it. The sleepless nights trying to comfort a scared child while she slowly succumbs to the disease, the doctors no help, and then they took her little girl away. She was experimented on, Alicia doing all she could to get her little girl back, until she was simply told her child was dead. She puts on a facade of being ok and normal, but sometimes the mental barriers give, and she curls up in a corner trying to pull herself together remembering what they did to her little girl.
Weapons: Baseball bat, taser with 3 rounds
Gear: Protein bars (5), bottled water (2), road map, picture of her little girl, asprin (10 pills total), spare set of clothes
Fears: Spiders, mad animals
Casual ons: Athletic, mild stubble, blue eyes
Casual offs: Overweight, lazy, stupidity
Sexual ons: Forced nudity, light bondage, blindfolds
Sexual offs: Stench, scat

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[GloomCookie]

I'll do it first thing when I get home from work tomorrow. Gotta get to bed tonight. Thank you though!

[Chreestafer]

Bumping as we are actively seeking more players.  Everyone welcome to apply! PM all character sheets to both TheHangedMan and myself!

Thanks :)