Lost Days; Dead Days OOC

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Characters:

Name: Erica
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Female
Age: 21

Appearance:
Changes to Appearance: Hair kept shaved
Attire:
- hiking boots
-socks
- dark red racer back tank top
- Dark boot cut jeans
- dark grey thermal shirt (for cold weather)
- hooded jacket (for cold weather)

Accessories:
-Olive green baseball cap
-work gloves with the middle and pointer fingers being fingerless along with the thumb
-sun glasses

Previous Occupation: Kennel Tech
Upbringing: Rural
Schooling: High School Diploma
Breif Bio: Before the outbreak, I worked as a Kennel tech. Saved up money for college between visits to my boyfriend. Wrote a lot. Spent a lot of time on the website FOG. Tried to find a way to move up to Canada with Ethan.

After the outbreak, I lost my family. Still don’t know if they’re alive or not. Found a group, promptly lost them because the leader was too soft. Spent a long time alone, before I ran into John, aka Mel, from FOG about six months ago. Funny how of all the ways we could have met up, it was in a fucking zombie apocalypse. Still traveling with him.

Defining Virtue: Temperance
Defining Vice: Wrath
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Greatest fear: Being trapped with no means of escape, not even a way to kill myself
Little thing you miss the most: Smell of books, starbucks coffee
Skills: Good shot, hunting, fishing, improvising, quick repairs, leadership
Weaknesses: Extremely near sighted, allergies that make my left ear bother me, frequent migraines

Weapons:
- Compound bow
- Ruger P90
- Survival knife
Supplies:
- 18 rounds for the pistol, 8 in the clip, one in the chamber, nine extra
- 12 arrows
- One canteen
- Smoked meat/ two cans of food
- Binoculars
- Pocket knife
- Small nail clippers
- Fishing line
- One roll of electrical tape
- One roll of duct tape
- Old fillet knife
- Extra pair of pants
- Empty can
- Maps
- 12 Matches
- Multi-tool
- Mummy bag
- Toothbrush
- The Zombie Survival Guide
- Tin foil
- Plastic wrap
- Glasses in case
- Saline solution
- Contacts
- Tampons
- First aid kit containing;
- Super glue
- Dermabond
- Small bottle of iodine
- Tweezers
- Hand sanitizer
- Needle
- Thread
- 2 rolls of gauze bandage
- Gauze pads
- Bottle of vitamins
- Half-empty bottle of Advil
- Charcoal
- Pack modified to carry bow

Personal items:
- Picture of my family
- Picture of Ethan
- Necklace
- Notebook
- Two pens
- Three pencils
- One engraved throwing knife

Status of Family: Unknown
Are you alone: No
Who are you with: John

Anything else pertinent: N/A

Name: Riley Goski

Nickname(s): RJ, Romeo

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Changes to Appearance: Multiple cuts around the arms, a few around the face, and a long jagged scar on my chest that has had just enough time to heal.

Attire: Wearing a black T-shirt with a giant faded red button on the chest. Faded letters above say "Free Insults" while the button itself says "Push Here". A black Adidas cap with white trim, a light black jacket with white trim. I also wear faded blue jeans, and white 'Vans' sneakers. Red gloves can also be seen on my hands when it is cold.

Accessories: Glasses, silver necklace with a dog tag-like bauble hanging on the end with "Riley" on one side, and "2010" on the other.

Previous Occupation: Safeway Cashier/grocery clerk

Upbringing: Urban

Schooling: High School

Brief Bio: Prior to the whole "everyone's a zombie, shoot dem in da head!" phase of my life, I was a pretty boring individual. Sure, I tried to get out and hang around with my friends when I could, but truth be told, I didn't do it more than enough. When the zombie apocalypse actually began, I could not honestly believe it until I met my first zombie and was saved by a police officer. From there, my mindset had already been staged, and I bunkered down in the house with my family. Unfortunately, it is very hard to barricade a house with no weapons, and barely anything to barricade it with. So, I set off to the armoury downtown with my family, which turned out to be a pretty bad idea. During our raid on the place, which was already being torn apart by others, someone in the crowd started biting people, then another one, soon zombies were popping out of the woodwork. I managed to grab a 45. and some spare clips, along with my trusty bat and make it out of there. My family didn't, and I was forced to flee the scene and get the hell out of dodge. My family is unknown, but I'm going to have to deal with dead. I can't spend the time to look for them in a town infested with zombies, I have to focus on survival. Cold as this may be, I knew that I could turn my emotions off when I needed to. Right now, they would help me survive the best.

Defining Virtue: Patience

Defining Vice: Sloth

Alignment: Neutral Good

Greatest Fear: Darkness

Little Thing You Miss the Most: Xbox 360

Skills: Quick to think on my feet. Good people person. Good long distance runner.

Weakness: Slightly out of shape, bad eyes, no real weapons training or handling.

Weapons: 45. Colt pistol. Metal Baseball bat.

Supplies:

+Backpack
-Canned Food
-Can opener
-Toothbrush
-Toothpaste
-4 bottles of water
-Binoculars
-Extra pair of pants
-Extra shirt
-Duct tape
-Bottle of Advil

-Sleeping bag
-2 spare Colt .45 clips
-Map of the United States
Personal Items: Cell phone, car keys, and a wallet with $70 and I.D. in it.

Status of Family: Unknown, presumed dead.

Are you Alone: Yes.

Anything else Pertinent: Nope.

Name: Benjamin Niese
Nickname(s): Loki or Ben
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance:

Changes to Appearance: Full goatee with stubble on the rest of his jaw line due to inconvenience of shaving, especially in the chin region. Body has become a little more toned over the months from increased physical activity along with eating in moderation to conserve rations.
Attire:
Lightweight hiking boots & socks
Synthetic cargo khakis
Black synthetic long-sleeved shirt
Dark green hooded windbreaker
Black Fedora

Accessories:
Shaded safety glasses
Necklace
Fedora

Previous Occupation: Structural Engineering Graduate
Upbringing: Suburban
Schooling: Bachelor’s in Engineering (College)
Breif Bio: Before the outbreak I was fresh out of college though had yet to land a permanent job. Found a part-time job to hold me over while I lived with my parents until I could make an income to sustain myself and my 2-year-old Malamute, Takun.

The outbreak hit when my parents were in Washington D.C. on a business trip and cut off by any means of returning home; I feared the worst when contact was lost. My brother, who was going to school in a small college town in the middle of Oklahoma, seemed to have situated himself well as the outbreak spread, but I haven’t heard from him since the phones died. Last I heard they were planning on moving northwest, in the Idaho or Montana area because of the Texas population spilling over. Thanks to all of my dad’s tools and materials, I was able to secure the house for several months until the food reserves were nearly depleted. I loaded up the SUV with all that I could, Takun included, and drove west until there was no more fuel at my disposal. As much as it pained me, I knew that Takun stood a better chance of surviving on his own thanks to his animal instincts and heightened senses. I took his collar and walked west until he wandered off on his own accord, most likely due to the frequent zombie encounters that occurred only hours after he left. As I said, he will be much better off without me. Now it is just me, has been for several weeks as I follow random bits of graffiti that points me in the general direction of strongholds in search of my brother.

Defining Virtue: Patience
Defining Vice: Sloth
Alignment: Neutral Good
Greatest fear: Being a failure to those who depend upon me.
Little thing you miss the most: Hot showers and cheese cake.

Skills: Engineering/Innovating (mainly structural and some mechanical), planning, orienteering, and backpacking.
Weaknesses: Prone to hay fever and low endurance for long-distance sprinting.

Weapons:
Walther P22 (.22 caliber pistol)
Gerber Gator Machete
Gerber Camp Axe

Supplies:
Osprey hiking pack w/ 1.5L built-in camelback
750mL Nalgene bottle
Box of 100 count .22 LR Rimfire ammo (53 rounds remain)
Spare P22 clip
Rope (approximately 50’ in length)
Tin of chafing fuel
Lighter
Book of matches
Multi-Tool w/ pliers, knife, screwdrivers, & church key
Small prybar
12 AAA Batteries
Small LED flashlight
Camp towel
Compass
Atlas
Toothbrush
Bottle of Purell
Polar Pure Water Disinfectant
Small roll duct tape
Tylenol
Gauze and medical bandage
Neosporin gel
Deck of cards
8” aluminum frypan
Spatula
Titanium spork and knife
Can opener
28 oz. jar of peanut butter
Bag of rice
Pack of beef jerkey
Pack of tortillas
3 packs of ramen
20-pack of tea bags

Personal items:
Picture of family
Chain necklace with Takun’s dog tag
Pen
Notepad

Status of Family: Parents – Assumed dead, Brother - Unknown
Are you alone: Yes
Who are you with: N/A

Name: John
Nickname(s): None
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-three

Appearance:

Changes to Appearance:
- Hair is kept shaved.
- Facial hair, though kept short and restricted to the ‘circle’ region.

Attire:
- Sturdy boots
- Socks
- Jeans (black)
- Tank top (black)
- Long sleeve shirt (in cold)
- Jacket (in cold)

Accessories:
- Polarized sunglasses
- Fingerless gloves
- Winter gloves

Previous Occupation: N/A
Upbringing: Rural
Schooling: High School
Brief Bio: Prior to the apocalypse, unemployed, going no where, looking for work… after the uprising went north with the parents for a few months until things took an ill turn. Parents presumed dead, though truth is unknown. Six months ago ran into Erica via ranger towers in the northwestern park regions, happenstance of one person looking for anyone while the other was scanning the channels. Traveling together since a couple days later after managing to link up in person.

Defining Virtue: Diligence.
Defining Vice: Wrath
Alignment: (Chaotic) Neutral
Greatest fear: Turning, but still remembering who I am and unable to fight the bestial nature that has consumed me.
Little thing you miss the most: Music. Hair.

Skills: Good shot, hunting, fishing, improvising/survival.
Weaknesses: Depression.

Weapons:
- 30/06 (scoped) rifle
- .375 revolver w/ holster
- Compound bow.
Supplies:
- Eleven rounds for the rifle: One in the chamber, four in the clip, six extra.
- Seventeen rounds for the pistol: Six in the cylinder, eleven extra.
- Seven arrows
- Two canteens (metal)
- Smoked meat/fish, three cans of food.
- Pocket knife
- Crude hunting knife
- Fishing line
- Four empty cans
- Compass
- Map(s)
- Needle
- Thread
- Small bottle of whiskey (sterilization purposes)
- Change of clothing
- Small sleeping bag
- Toothbrush
- Lighter
- Lighter fluid (One bottle)
- Extra flints (for lighter)
- Pack (modified to carry the bow)
- Old film camera (Lightweight, found in a deserted town)
- A couple books on eatable plants/proper ways to prepare said plants
- Needle nose pliers
- Scissors
- One roll of gauss
- shredded clothe for emergency bandage
- Straight razor

Personal items:
- Notebook
- Nightwish cross necklace, hangs from belt into pocket.
- Photos


Status of Family: Unknown.
Are you alone: No.
Who are you with: Erica

Okay there's two spots still open. However, in light of having my muse return to me, I think I'll be starting on the opening post tonight. Depending on how quickly I'm able to work I'll either start this tomorrow or Thursday.

Ookay, so last night I was running late and kinda just threw the IC up without officially announcing it. (Aside from yelling in the chat room, but that's beside the point. >.>)

So, its now OPEN!

Remember, we're all already on the base. I'd like us to all meet up as quickly as possible, since this is JUST the prologue. Its not supposed to be to terribly long.

Now, I've a few questions for all of you. Thus far I haven't planned out a definite ending. So, I want to ask: Do you want this rp to have an end? As far as I'm concerned it can be ongoing for as long as we want.

Secondly, this story is about all of us. So while I plan things for us to do and run into, I want to know if there's anything you would like to happen. A choice to face, a confrontation, something specific you would like to experience. So do some thinking! Shoot me a PM(on here or in chat if I'm around) anytime you have an idea! I'm always willing to listen and love hearing ideas, so lets get to scheming!

I'm looking forward to all your posts and ideas!

Just a few intense or otherwise tension building or 'creepy' or such bits of music that seem (to me) like they're rather fitting to the setting. Don't worry, they don't contain vocals!

The Demiurge Molecule (Orchestral Version) by Dimmu Borgir

Gateways (Orchestral Version) by Dimmu Borgir

Xibir by Dimmu Borgir

Dark Star by Delerium

Pygmallion by Lycia

Is this still open?

There are two spaces left, yes.

Also: Excellent music Mel!

Name: James Avila
Nickname(s): Jay or Squall
Gender: Male
Age: 24

Appearance:
Also the picture being carried.

Changes to Appearance: The curls are gone. Hair is cut as short as the blade can get.

Attire:
Tac boots (Received from LA family)
Synthetic black cargo khakis
Plain black T-shirt
Belt
Camo hunting jacket and pants (Thanks Brother in Law in backpack)

Accessories:
Thinsulate shooting gloves (Received from LA family)

Previous Occupation: Radio station engineer.
Upbringing: Urban to suburban
Schooling: Bachelors in Audio production

Breif Bio: Prior to the Rise I was in a small town in Canada working at a local radio station. Though there had not been any attacks in the area, when news of the Rise was confirmed I knew my LA families evacuation plan would be in effect. Amanda and I grabbed what was needed from the house and left with her family to my Brothers in law cabin, several hours away and in the middle of the Rockies. As they began to prepare for the long haul I knew I had to begin my trip down to the rendezvous point to meet my family. And after a day of arguing with Amanda, I set off south to lead my family to our Canadian counterparts.

Things went like clock work for a while. I got down south with little trouble, the boarder guards had long abandoned their post or had been wiped out. I finally came across my family coming down the designated highway. A tearful reunion followed, followed by news I was now an only child. My brother giving his own life for his daughter. I had never been so proud of him and swore to protect her. Then everything went to hell. My father and uncle held the line to the last allowing everyone else to escape but a Camper attack separated what was left of my family. It's been more than 2 month since then and Alynna and I are still alive. And I intend to keep it that way until she gets to see her Tia (spanish for aunt) again.

Defining Virtue: Charity
Defining Vice: Pride
Alignment: Neutral Good
Greatest fear: Losing more family.
Little thing you miss the most: Movies

Skills: Good shot, Excellent shape, Tactical mind, Firearm and blade maintenance, Skilled hand to hand fighter. Above average knowledge of First Aid.
Weaknesses: Near sighted, Can't turn away from people who need help, Precious cargo (My niece), Severely allergic reactions but cause is unknown.

Weapons:
Remington 710 (Need silencer)
Silenced USP .45 Compact Tactical
Modern Trench knife

Supplies:
Badlands Hunting backpack (Thanks brother in law. Again)
15 .308 Winchester rounds for rifle,1 chamber, 2 in clip, 12 extra
24 .45 ACP rounds for USP, 1 chamber, 7 in clip. 2 other loaded clips.
2 canteens
Camo winter coat and pants
Child size Mickey Mouse winter coat and Blue child size winter pants
First Aid Kit including Gauze, Triangular bandages, Saline, Antiseptic, Tape, Hemostatic, Gloves, Trama Shears, Lighter (for sanitizing), Epipen, Aspirin, Codeine, Ibuprofen, Smelling salts, Suture, Traumatic Needles.
Kids Tylenol
Kids Cough Syrup
Change of clothing for myself and Alynna
Lighter Fluid
Several of toys for Alynna found along the way
Candy
6 packs of Ramen
4 cans of soup
Stainless steel pot
Half a box of crackers
Several packs of sporks
Small LED Light
Spare batteries for LED
Map
Compass
Toothbrushes
Flint and steel kit
2 Sleeping bags
Multitool
Whetstone
Personal items:
Picture of Amanda
Necklace with cross

Status of Family: Several known dead, others unknown.
Are you alone: NO
Who are you with: Alynna ( 4 year old Niece)

Welcome aboard Jay!

Alright guys, so I posted. Now you can read between the lines and guess what happened to the base. So, once Quaker posts, I'll let you all know what your three choices of action are. I'll explain more of what's going to happen then.

For now, let me know what you think. I wasn't sure how to approach showing the video, so I went with my best guess. Did it work or is it horribly awkward to read? Let me know!

Ooookay, so Quaker's posted! Yay zombie horde!

Now then, to business. You three have three options. Feel free to talk them over both here and in the IC if you wish. I will not be joining in the vote, nor will I advise one over the other. Our fate is completely in your hands. I will say this though; throughout my posts thus far I have dropped hints and clues about our options and what they may hold in store for us.

Option One: We hole up, try and wait them out or pick them off one by one.

Option Two: We make a break for it, back track to Mountain Home and find shelter, hopefully losing the horde on the way there.

Option Three: We make a break for it and push forward to Bruneau and find shelter, hopefully losing the horde alone the way.

So, there are your options. Choose wisely, but be warned; taking too long will be a choice in and of itself.

Well, you already know my action, but might as well say it anyways!

FORWARD, TO GLORY!

Otherwise known as that town I can't remember the name of...

Hehe, Bruneau. Pronounced Bruno.

Well I guess its down to either me posting again or Mel posting again. If its me, well...I have a few other posts I need to do first. >.>

Okay guys, so here's the deal. I'm gonna give you all a few more rounds of posting to wrap up the prologue. By then I should have the map of Bruneau ready and we'll move on to chapter one. So, get crackin!

Also, anyone who wants can claim the startling me out of my reverie there after the time skip.