The Walking Lust: Recruitment Page

[Zaer Darkwail]

BREED: Orgrun
TYPE: Basic
ABILITIES, BEHAVIOR&WEAKNESS: Orgrun are big (around seven feet or taller), tough and insanely strong with thick mass. Smarts nor reaction speed is their strong points but once they get going they can run relentlessly long time chasing victims, able outlast most humans and they have power enough go through solid brick walls with minimal harm to them. They can be tricked and misled easily and they move individually, pairs and in small gangs (so far 4-8 in size). However in groups they easily fight one another for mating rights for their victims. They speak in broken english in few simple words and understand basic writing and speech, but their minds are simple and often clouded by simple instincts and emotions (rage, lust, hunger). They lack any actual sense of identity and memories they have are short, but are perhaps most 'sentient' monsters go in large numbers anyways. They can make crude weapons and armor but they cannot use any fire arms because their thick fingers (but have seen few fool around with grenades and bazookas or other big weapons).

Their only curious ability is their keen sense of smell, they can smell women up hundred feet away if they are sweaty, have taken piss or are aroused and have fluids between their legs. They cannot pin point location of women most of time but they easily become aware there are some in area and instantly they start hunting them and forget what they were originally doing. Some clever survivors have 'bottled' their pee for these occasions, keep their rest body clean as possible and then distracted group of Orgrun with opened scent bottle.

ORIGIN: Most Orgrun appeared during Lust outbreak, they were savage lot for first year but year after that they formed simple groups and started hunt in groups and started develop more behavior patterns. Most Orgrun originally were military men, body builders, policemen, firefighters. All around physically strong and fit men before transformation.

[Aragem]

Are we still going with the idea that a woman becomes a futa when she drinks monster blood? I was working that into my background, but i want to make sure.

Actually no, a Futa becomes a Futa during the Night of Lust.  Not from drinking monster blood.

[Dominique]

Elise Birchler

Female | Bisexual
Blue eyes | 5'6" | 25 | 123 lbs | Blond



Skills

Medic - Though she didn't have the chance to fully complete her study (and likely never will), Elise is an exceptional physician, in that she has an innate talent for figuring out the intricate workings of the human body, and never passes up on an opportunity to learn. Her expertise
lies with orthopaedic surgery but she’s got a pretty solid grasp on most medical emergencies, something she’s had a lot of experience with the past two years.. She has very steady hands and the ability to perform under great pressure. Her attitude, like a proper physician, is selfless and she dedicates her life for a great part to the wellbeing of others. However, she is of the firm belief that you cannot help anyone when you're dead and she is capable of making the tough decisions of whether it is possible - and worth it - to save someone or not.

Housewife - Because of her primary skill, Elise is rarely the first choice to be sent out into the field for food runs or otherwise. Which means she spends a lot of time in the shelter and has some exceptional… cleaning skills. She’s a great cook as well, and responsible for a lot of the DIY-ing in the shelter (as much as applicable). Elise has also become pretty decent at fixing/maintaining the ventilation system and the generator, but she’s by no means a professional.

Background

Her parents were young hopefuls with a military background. Her father was a pilot, her mother worked the medical field up until she got pregnant with Elise’s older sister. It would have almost made more sense for Elise to follow in their footsteps and become a proper medic, trauma surgeon or something more out-in-the-field. But when, around her eleventh birthday, her father unexpectedly returned from a tour in the Middle East with a broken spine and was from then on wheelchair bound, she became driven by a more idealistic goal, and thus her ambition to become a orthopaedic surgeon was born.

The military pension was pitiful, to say the least, and Elise's family lived in near-poverty for all of her teenage years. She worked several jobs in the evenings and weekends to pay for her college tuition after graduation. In the end though, she got into med school on a scholarship thanks to her grades and hard work, and after the initial years of study Elise managed to land a spot as an intern at a renowned private clinic/ research center.  Specialized in orthopaedic surgery, her training was a combination of endless studying and an insane amount of practical experience any regular medical student would be crazy jealous of. She learned a lot and she learned fast, her aspirations to maybe - just maybe - one day figure out how to help people like her father (who had regrettably passed away right before her internship started).

Three years later, the world collapsed.

Day one was a nightmare. She was working late at the clinic, and the screams drew her attention away from the paper she’d been working on in the lone office room. Nurses were hunted down by physicians; as soon as she opened the door to check the corridors, Elise was met with the sight of a woman she knew by name being dragged into a room, naked and bloody. She rushed after her to help, but found her way barred by the head of surgery, Julian Wieck. He was a grotesque version of himself though, and the crazed look in his eyes told Elise all she needed to know. She ran - she ran like the devil himself was chasing her, down the stairwell and into the laboratory, where he finally managed to catch up to her. Clothes were torn from her body and though she managed to escape his vice like clutches twice over, it was a losing battle. He threw her against one of the cabinets and he pounced her, wedging her legs apart and leaving the young doctor all but helpless to a savage fate she would not survive. The violent thrashing, however, caused the glass of the cabinet to shatter, the vials within to topple and rain down on the doctor turned monster. Acidic contents spilled onto Julian, and he roared as the skin of his back burnt away. The fortunate incident saved Elise’s life, but the spillage had managed to splatter the right side of her eye, leaving a small amount of scarring and a discoloration in her eyes. Her vision is somewhat impaired on her right side as a consequence.

She hid in one of the secured rooms for several days, with only water to sustain her. When ultimately she dared to leave, Elise was packed with medical supplies, confident that they would be a necessity. She learned the gruesome truth when she found the decomposing bodies of her former colleagues, whose blooded thighs and drained features were telling of their horrid fates,
and later when she ran into another survivor. Eventually a group formed and they found the bunker, which has been their safe haven for a good while.

Elise has barely been outside since, her medical skills too invaluable an asset to risk losing. She’s going somewhat stir-crazy, and the urge to tag along on a food run has become greater as of late.

[Hunter]

I'm a little confused on the concept, I think.    Is it that the monster players are unique and may have re-occurring encounters or are they supposed to be disposable (and disposed)?

[Aragem]

I'm a little confused on the concept, I think.    Is it that the monster players are unique and may have re-occurring encounters or are they supposed to be disposable (and disposed)?

A little of both.  You may choose to create disposable monsters for the survivors to overcome or kill.  Or you can create a more evolved monster that causes problems for the survivors. 

[Snake]

Can one make an evolved monster that retains a humanoid look.but can sprout mating r combat tentacles and has super strength and speed but perhaps is weak against fire or direct sunlight

[Waldham]

Nice idea, I will be interested, I think also.

[tobisquestion]

I'm still here, got some ideas for a survivor character but as I said before I'd like to fill whatever gaps emerge. From earlier discussions, I think this was going to lead me to create an 'engineer' type character, but I'll give it a couple more days and see.

[pdragon]

NAME: Billie Withers
AGE:  20
SKILLS:
Mechanic- With her background as a mechanic Billie is skilled in the use of various tools and mechanical repairs. While her knowledge primarily relates to cars and other vehicles, a lot of the basic skills bleed over into other areas, meaning she can generally be trusted with handling most machines so long as they aren't exceedingly complex or specialized. She's also very good at troubleshooting and breaking down devices to figure out how they work, so even if she's not experienced with a particular fix, given enough time she can usually figure out how to jury rig a solution.

Hunter- When she was younger her father would take Billie out with him on various hunting and fishing trips, and thus is experienced with various types of equipment, including rifles and pistols. However while she fully understands how to operate such weapons, she was never a particularly great shot with them, having only ever killed two deer in all the times she's gone hunting, so she's better suited to maintenance than actual use.

BACKGROUND: Growing up Billie was a tomboy through and through. Whether it was going out camping with her dad or getting into trouble around the neighborhood with her gang of friends, she was never one to just sit around or act lady-like, much to her father's approval since he had always wanted a son and ended up with three daughters instead. Among her friends she was always treated like "one of the guys"...well, at least until puberty hit, and then it became quite apparent that she was still very much a woman. It didn't take long for her friends to start seeing her in a not-so-platonic light, though the feeling was actually quite mutual from Billie. She ended up becoming...well not a "slut" exactly, but she liked to have fun and she hated the idea of driving a wedge between her friends by playing favorites. By the time she graduated high school she had relieved all her friends of their virginities and became quite experienced herself in the process, and because of those formative experiences she still has a rather casual attitude towards sex today, well...as casual as one can have given the circumstances.

Her early life wasn't just spent sneaking around with boys though, she had also spent a lot of time with her father learning how to fix things, especially cars. It had become a shared hobby between them, fixing up old cars together, her first car had even been an old junker they salvaged from the scrap yard and built back up part by part. He was a mechanic by trade, and unlike her sisters she had always wanted to follow in her footsteps. So when she turned 18 he got her an apprenticeship at a shop he used to work at. She had only been working there for about 5 months when the Lust struck.

It seemed like any other day at the time, she was slid underneath a big truck working on the drive belt when the others started turning, unable to hear or see the early symptoms taking hold of them. When she felt a pair of hands creeping up her exposed thighs she at first assumed it was just a joke, after all she was the only woman in a shop full of guys, she understood that it came with a fair amount of horny teasing for better or for worse. That changed however when she was suddenly yanked from under the truck with inhuman strength, suddenly gazing up at the deformed face of the shop owner, her father's old friend. It didn't take long for him to make his intentions clear, and in her terror Billie gripped her wrench and tried to beat him away with all her strength, unfortunately the blows barely phased him. Fortunately for her being the only woman in the shop meant she was prime real estate, and before the deformed mechanic could actually rape her the other monsters jumped in. Looking back now she realizes how lucky she was that they hadn't morphed into pack-style monsters, or else she would have been gang raped to death right then and there, but being territorial they all began fighting each other over the chance to use her holes. She used the ensuing chaos to slip away, managing to make it to her car fast enough to peel off before the creatures realized their prize was gone.

At first she had tried to make her way back home, but she didn't even make it through the front door before the screams of her mother and two sisters made it clear her father had undergone the same horrific transformation. Knowing she wouldn't be able to bear the sight of her beloved father so deformed, or the scene of her family being brutalized, she turned and ran, never learning the exact fate of her family, but having a good enough idea from what she's seen of other monsters and their victims. She met up with a group fairly quickly after that, using her skills as a mechanic to sell herself as a worthy asset. Within the bunker she's responsible for keeping everything held together, physically at least, and will sometimes assist on runs to scavenge for non-food related parts. She's also set up a makeshift shop a little bit outside the bunker where she's been maintaining several vehicles, having no lack of spare parts and siphon-able gas laying about, both as a contingent escape plan and as a way to keep herself from going insane.

[Sirian Eve]

I'll  be working on a survivor concept.

[BlueEyedBard]

[Floatright][/float]
Name: Miryam “Mimi” Morgan
Age: 19
Height: 5’7”
Body Type: Slim
Hair: Black (dyed green, but very grown out due to lack of dying products)
Eyes: Green
Orientation: Unknown  (originally saw herself as straight, but has never had a real relationship)
Skills:
Scout
Nobody was trained to live in a mutant inhabited wasteland, but when you find yourself in one you learn how your natural skills can keep you alive. As an artist, Mimi has an extraordinary eye for detail. Combined with a natural tendency toward staying under people's radar, and an affinity for squeezing into small places; Mimi manages to get by quite well by sneaking about and mapping out an area for potential hazards, and potential reward.

Artist
Mimi’s natural born calling. Since she was a kid she was drawing and painting, whenever and with whatever, any time she could. Her high school art teacher, an old hippy from the 60’s, said she had a photographic eye. But could also bring life to her work like nothing she had ever seen. It was with her help and persuasion that Mimi was accepted into a private arts college where she could get the training to be a world renowned visual artist…. At least that was the idea. Now she uses this skill to keep a catalogue of the various different monsters she has seen, and their physiology, with detailed sketches. There are very few words in this journal beyond expressions like "gooey" or "Barf!"

Background
Mimi had never been a particularly outgoing person. She didn't hang out at the mall, or sit with the popular kids at lunch, or pep rallies. Her gang of friends was only two other girls; one that was known for regular health problems, and was usually left out of most because of it, and an overweight girl the other kids nicknamed “Martha Dump truck”... the losers club. She always liked the romantic idea of having a boyfriend, but never met a boy that would make her want to approach them. She assumed that would change in college, which was right around the corner anyway. That was one thing she did have.

Mimi spent most of her time in the school art room, with Ms. Thomas, the school's art teacher and her mentor. Working with paints, chalk, and charcoal, pencils and clay. Mimi, who found it so hard to express even the simplest of feelings to her pears, could find a whole new dimension of expression through her artwork. Whether it was on canvas, or a mural on the side of the  school, Mimi was a natural and what Ms. Thomas would call “a breath of fresh air, in the art world”. Ms. Thomas was so supportive of her future, that she spent hours of her own time helping Mimi put together the perfect portfolio for her college application. In fact, the only person that could be said was more supportive of her future than her teacher, was her father.

Everyone always said Mimi had more of her father in her, than her mother. But it wasn't just in appearance, Samuel always was the creative, more out of the box thinker in the family. He was always the most excited about Mimi’s art. To the point where he cleared out the entire basement of their family home, to build her an art studio that was comfortable enough that she could just pass out down there, if she was up working too late. She loved her father more than anyone in the world, and knew that no matter what, he would always be there for her.

The night it all happened, Mimi was down in her studio, working like mad, while her laptop blared away her favorite working mix, totally unaware of what was happening just above her head.
What she was aware of was a sudden intense pain in her pelvic region. It was so sudden and so intense, that she went crashing to the floor, taking easel and paints down with her. The pain was constant, and excruciating as it traveled down and into her groin. She tried to crawl to the stairs, but her body wouldn't respond beyond curling up in pain. She tried to call out for help, but her voice came out in a barely audible groan of ”Daaaaadddd….”. She was alone, and would stay alone all night. On the floor of her studio. Doubled over on pain.

When she woke up she wasn't sure what time it was. She wasn't even sure what time she had passed out. What she was sure of was that, that pain from the night before was gone, and replaced with a totally new sensation all together. She would pull down her sweatpants for a quick examination, and scream at the discovery of a decently sized, and fully functioning penis, and pair of testicles, right above her vagina. People had always said she was more like her dad. But she didn't think this was what they meant.
Panic took over and she sprinted up the stairs faster than she ever had been able to before. She pulled open the door, fully expecting to run to the comforting embrace of her parents, who would know just what to do about her sudden… change.
What she found instead was a blood spattered mess in the hallway leading to her parents room. A scene right out of a horror movie. Complete with the battered bloody corpse of her mother being tossed out the open door, like a filthy rag doll. Then her father, or what could have been said used to be her father, standing in the doorway, looking right at her. Neither of them moved for what seemed like an eternity. Then time started back up, and she screamed, and he charged at her like an angry gorilla.
She slammed the door closed just before he came barreling into it. The resulting slam was strong enough to send her tumbling backwards down the steps, and her world went black....
She was out for maybe thirty seconds, and when she came to, she could see the way the door hinges were ready to give way as the monster that was her father, continued to try to bash his way through. She had precious few moments to act before the door broke open, and that horny beast came pouncing down on her. She reached out desperately for anything to save herself from her mother's fate, and found her sculpting knife. The same moment she felt his hot, heavy weight on top of her, she thrust the short blade up with everything she had.
His blood was thick and copious, and poured down on her from the wound in his throat like a waterfall. Her parents were gone. Ms. Thomas was gone. Even Martha Dumptruck was gone. Her whole world was taken from her, and all she had to show for it was a new dick between her legs. She cried for the last time that day.

Mimi lived in solitude after that. When she first ventured out of her house to find food, water, and other people, she found the remnants of women, not raped to death like most. They were tied up to posts and had their own new dick’s cut off before they were left to bleed to death. She quickly learned what other survivors were doing to people like her. So she remained isolated. Moving from place to place. Surviving without being discovered by human or monster.
She found a bow and arrows at a sporting goods store. One of the only things left inside that could be used as a weapon. Something she never would have been able to even draw back. But since that night she found herself to be stronger, and faster than she ever had been before. With some practice she learned to be quite accurate with her new weapon, and the bowie knife she found on a body.

She lived as a roaming scavenger. Stopping each night wherever she could close herself in completely. She stopped talking, and now only communicated with the large paintings she did on the walls of her safe houses, using monster blood, showing anyone who cared to look, where she was going the next day and how they might find her. So she could find them first.

[TheSecretsofMe]

I'll work on a monster today.

[Sirian Eve]

NAME: Toya Arsiento
AGE:  30
SKILLS: More than proficient in usage of handguns and rifles. Also extensive knowledge of tactical warfare and leadership capabilities. She has minor knowledge in the field of medicine and wound injury. Basically she can wrap up a sprained ankle pretty well and disinfect a wound with hot metal.
BACKGROUND: 

Third generation law enforcement. She comes from a big family with a mixed Native and Italian heritage. Her dad was a retired police chief and her mom a seamstress. She had two brothers and three sisters. From a young age she always wanted to be a cop and protect people. After public school education and a few hard life lessons she enlisted into the police academy and excelled really well. She met her partner Brian, they would fling every now and then, but nothing serious.

The city was a tough place as is. Always something going on, but nothing really making an impact. Until the night of the Lust. People were going crazy everywhere! Shootings, bombs and riots. Reports of mass rapes and aggressive behavior in men. She was out that night doing detail when her partner got attacked by them. She calls them the 'mindless'. They attacked her and was forced to defend herself. Hard thing shooting civilians, mass hysteria in the streets. Then her partner Brian tried to attack her. Hardest thing ever putting down your partner.

It didn't stop there, her family had gone missing and she could find any of them, not one. Just a trashed place. Those things were out there and they were coming. She survived by always staying prepared. In various parts of her old neighborhood she keeps a stash of weapons and set ups booby traps. She figured the safest place to be was on top of the police station. From there she watches and studies them, only going out to get supplies. What few survivors remains she has bargained with, after all she hopes one of them might know what happened to her family.

[Dominique]

Just want to say I really love the characters so far! :D

[Zaer Darkwail]

Just want to say I really love the characters so far! :D

Me as well  >:)

[Sirian Eve]

Yes very nice you guys. :0)

[Aragem]

By this Friday. I'll take a tally of how many survivors we have. 

[RPGer]

Out of curiousity, does anyone know where to find good monster images?

[Zaer Darkwail]

Monsters wise I just google them with monster+art, or monster+hentai for kinky stuff. Also can add 'male' in front so it searches male versions or those with male genitalia.

[RPGer]

Ah.  Thanks.  Using images in forum posts is kind of new to me.

[Sirian Eve]

Pinterest is also good :)

[tobisquestion]

Name: Tabitha Densham

Age: 28

Skills:

Pathology: Tabitha has formulated a cocktail which can abort a ‘pregnancy’ of a rape victim, provided it is administered within a short timeframe after the impregnation. She also has a good working knowledge of the human body, enabling her to diagnose and treat certain wounds and conditions, but she’s not a doctor.

Gun familiarity: She’s not a soldier either, but having grown up in a proud Republican household, she’s familiar with guns and how they work. She’s cleaned and maintained a rifle more times than she’s actually fired one, but like her daddy always said, if you look after your gun, it’ll look after you.

Background:
Raised in Pennsylvania, the daughter of a Republican State Senator, Tabitha was always expected to follow her father into a career in politics. She went to college to study Social Sciences, but while there she had her very narrow perceptions widened and saw the complexity of people outside of her home political echo chamber. Dissillusioned with the path she’d been set on, she switched her major to forensic pathology. Graduating summa cum laude, she initially pursued a career as a crime scene investigator. Her journey was once again derailed by her inability to tolerate and understand the complexities of other people, causing friction between herself and almost all of her colleague. In the end, she found herself working as a mortician in a city morgue. It suited her because most of the people she worked with day to day were dead – easy to avoid arguments with.

When the Night of Lust took place, Tabitha was alone in her apartment and was alerted by noises from all down her hall, as well as upstairs and downstairs. Quickly realising something was seriously wrong, she followed her instincts to make her way to the morgue, supposing it would be a secure place. The journey there turned out to be more dangerous than she could have guessed. The streets were in chaos, monstrous transmorgifications of men attacking women indiscriminately, turning their attention from the women only to fight with each other over the women they wanted to attack. Wishing she’d kept to her father’s advice to always keep a gun in the home and the car, she charged through the streets, running down any monsters who stood in her way. Her panic and natural lack of empathy served her well in this case, and she managed to get to the morgue unharmed.

Once there, she found some police offers (all female) taking refuge already, with the bodies of some of the horrifically transformed men. Together, they managed to lock themselves away and stay safe for several days. During that time, Tabitha studied the bodies of the men, learning a limited amount about them. However, it turned out that two of the officers hiding out with her had been raped by the monsters. When one of them spectacularly died giving birth (if that was the correct term for it), another of the officers died trying to kill the offspring. Tabitha immediately turned her attention to the last raped officer, assuming something similar would happen to her. Using a cocktail of formaldehyde and other chemicals, Tabitha managed to force an ‘abortion’ of sorts, killing off the unborn monsters. Unfortunately, too much time had passed and the officer also died.

Finding herself alone, Tabitha spent several more months trying to perfect the formula, which was difficult with a lack of test subjects. However, she got to the point where she firmly believed the formula she had would cause an ‘abortion’ safely if administered quickly enough after impregnation. Feeling a sense of duty to take it to others, Tabitha cautiously emerged into an almost unrecognisable world. She tried to seek out other cells of survivors, but these were few and far between. During that time, Tabitha had some very narrow escapes, each time becoming more and more reluctant to leave the security of the morgue.

One day, she came across an SUV with some survivors trying to pass through the city looking for supplies. One of them had been rescued from certain death whilst being raped by the monsters, but Tabitha identified that this woman was impregnated, and used her formula to successfully abort the pregnancy and save the woman. Tabitha travelled with this group for several days, benefiting from the equipment they’d gathered. The group was led by an ex-military woman whose confidence ultimately exceeded her ability to assess risk. The group was set upon by monsters whilst scavenging in a dry-foods packing plant. Tabitha and one other woman managed to get away, the others were all captured and doomed to a horrible fate Tabitha couldn’t afford to stay around and see.

Believing all hope to be lost, Tabitha and her one companion went in search of another refuge, knowing they wouldn’t last long wandering the streets.

[TheVillain]

That’s going to come in handy.

[tobisquestion]

Breed: Swampies, named precisely because they resemble the swamp monsters of old horror B-movies.
Type: Breeder – there are no known ‘evolved’ Swampies.
Abilities: They can swim skilfully and silently through the tightest of spaces. By latching their mouths to their victims they can share their oxygen supply. This enables them to keep their victims alive underwater whilst impregnating them if needs be. However, their own oxygen is not unlimited; they need to come up for air and sharing their oxygen reduces the amount of time they can remain underwater. Hence they still prefer to impregnate women above water.
Behaviour: Because they prefer to inhabit sewers and other restricted underground spaces, Swampies are strictly lone hunters. They rarely attack large groups, preferring to stalk small groups and pull women into the shadows or, better still, into the water with stealth strikes. They impregnate women with fish-like eggs, much like other breeder species, and then leave them in whatever subterranean lair they have made until the young are born.
Weaknesses: Their moist skin is susceptible to drying out if they spend too long out of water. It is also thin and soft, so they are not very resistant to bladed weapons or bullets (though blunt weapons are ineffective against them…it’s like hitting a jellyfish with a baseball bat).

[Dominique]

I think I might edit my character significantly. With all the medically skilled people she's not gonna be very useful anymore.