(OOC Thread) Mordeo [Zombie Roleplay]

IC Thread: http://forums.cloudsixteen.com/index.php?topic=8642.0


This is the OOC thread. Everything you need to know about the story, the rules, all that shit, is located here. Of course, this is the section for OOC. IC posts go in the IC thread, OOC posts go here. Yeah.

Rules n Shit


1: This is a semi-serious to serious RP, be realistic. Please.


2: If you're going to kill off another character that isn't your own, ask beforehand.


4: Be active, please. I know we all have responsibilities, but post atleast once every two days, and tell me if you're going to be away for a long period of time.


5: So I know you read these rules, title your character skeleton "Who the hell is Walter?"


6: Your character isn't the equivalent of Zeus. Your character doesn't go around making perfect headshots, decapitations, etc. Be realistic; No God.


7: Did I mention realism? It's going to be cold most of the time, roleplay being cold. Food is scarce, roleplay hungar. You get it from here, don't ya?


8: Your character isn't some stereotypical bad-ass. Everyone has their own weaknesses and strengths; Just make sure your character's weaknesses even out your strengths.


9: Realism.


10: I will add to these rules as time goes on.

Infected Types

Unlike most zombie cliches, these zombie's aren't going to be "Aim for the head!" While they'll take more damage naturally from being shot in the head, their organs are fully functioning. Destroy the heart, puncture a lung. They'll die that way too. Think about it; If none of the organs are functioning but the brain, how the hell is the brain still alive?

"Shufflers"
Shufflers are the most common, and the least dangerous type of zombie. Although strong, they're slow and dumb. They tend to look like normal human beings, often covered in blood. They may or may not be mutilated, depending on how they were bitten. When fought indivisually, you can easily escape or take one down. However, when in groups, which can range from ten shufflers to several hundred, they are a fearsome opponent.

"Sprinters"
Sprinters are less common then shufflers. They are known for their skinny build, and their agility. While not as strong as a shuffler, they are much faster and smarter. They are capable of running at speeds of up to 15 miles per hour, and have been compared to the parkour experts of the past. They tend to have a skinny, almost malnourished look, with extremely large leg muscles.

As new infected are discovered, the list will go on. (PM me with suggestions if you'd like.)

Survivor Character Skeleton

Spoiler

Username:
Name:
Age: (14-60)
Gender:


Previous Occupation: (All the military were killed off. Same with most authorities. You were just a normal citizen. Please.)
Backstory: (Atleast 3 paragraphs, please. Or, if you're lazy like a majority of us, you can choose to reveal your backstory through the RP. AKA: I'm lazy right now, cba to type.)
Morality: (Good, Neutral, Bad)


Items: (Be realistic.)
Weapons: (Don't go overboard. Not everyone is going to have a .50 caliber sniper rifle on standby. At most, you'd have a pistol or small rifle.)


Physical Description: (Height, weight, hair color, etc.)


Personality:
Likes: (What food do they like? Music? Etc, etc.)
Dislikes: (Do they dislike fine art? Can't stand the smell of trash? Etc, etc.)
Strengths: (Don't be a fucking terminator or some shit)
Weaknesses: (Meh.)


Medical Record: (Have you broken a limb? Need glasses? Any genetic disorders? Any mental disorders? Etc, etc.)
Blood Type: (Don't be a generic "oh i has o-," please. It gets annoying.)

Zombie Character Skeleton

Spoiler

Name:
Type of Zombie:

Physical Description:

Backstory:

Misc Stuff
Spoilers don goofed.

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Survivors
Username
Walter


Name
Samantha "Sammy" Bridge


Age
22


Gender
Female




Previous Occupation:
Student (Computer Sciences)
Computer Coder and Programmer
Hacker


Backstory:
Samantha tends to keep her past hidden from most of the people she meets, often just trading with or mugging them or defending herself from being mugged by the survivor.


Morality
Neutral




Items
[In Backpack] Three Ziploc bags filled with beef jerky, Several empty Ziploc bags, Bottle of Water (Half Full), Jar of Peanut Butter (Almost Empty), 4 AA Batteries, Flashlight, Several Packs of Cigarettes, Several Bottles of Anti Biotics (1 Full, 2 Almost Empty), Red Lighter, Toothbrush, Toothpaste (Almost Empty)


[In Toolbelt] Several Bolts, Several Nails, 3 12 Gauge Shotgun Shells, 1 9mm Bullet, Small Boxcutter, Scissors, (Hanging from Belt: Pliers, Hammer, Small Pry Bar)


Weapons
Claw Hammer (Hanging from Belt)
Pliers (Hanging from Belt)
Small Pry Bar (Hanging from Belt)


Physical Description
[Female][5'8][122 Lbs][Skinny][Pale White Skin][Long Black Hair w/ Red Tips and Highlights][Light Freckles][Thick Frame, Black Eyeglasses][Scar on Left Eyebrow][Tattoo Sleeves][Red Striped Hoodie w/ White V-Neck][Torn Jeans][Black Converse][Gray Toolbelt w/ Tools Hanging][Black Drawstring Nike Backpack][Silver Necklace][Pale Blue Eyes]


Personality
Samantha tries to act tough and unserious in most situations, but often will show her sensitive and nerdy side, while remaining slightly flirty either way.


Likes
Samantha absolutely loves computers and video games. Her favorite food is sushi, and her favorite beverage is iced tea. She also enjoys reading, and talking about science.


Dislikes
Samantha hates two things most in life; Hummers and Mini Coopers. She will insult them if she sees one on the street. She has a dislike for the smell of blood, and does not understand most humor.


Strengths
Samantha has great technological know how, and is quick on her feet.


Weaknesses
Samantha suffers from social awkwardness at times. She also sucks with guns, and has a small amount of strength.




Medical Record
Samantha needs glasses to see, or she can't well... see.


Blood Type
AB+

Username: Valterain
Name: Caitlin Britherson
Age: 17
Gender: F

Previous Occupation: N/A, due to age.
Backstory: Before the infection had hit, Caitlin was living with her family, it seemed nice for her at the time, and rightfully so. She had 2 brothers, one who was 15, the other 9. Her father always treated her as his favorite child, which might be because she is the only daugher he has. Her father was always over protective of her, which always bother Caitlin, since she thought it was restricting as the little girl she was. But, maybe he had a reason for that.
It was when she was 12, when the infection broke out, and everything she knew was torn apart from her. When the chaos struck, her father took her and her brothers, and did everything he could to protect them. But, it wasn't long when both her brothers fell to the sickness. This took Caitlin by surprise, and she turned away as her father killed them both, tears running down her cheeks. It was now only her and her father, and they continued on their path. Her father did whatever he could to protect her, but one day, her father collapsed, and his heart no longer beat. Caitlin tried to wake him up, but it was useless, and she knew it, as she wept for everything she had lost. This event rendered Caitlin mute, the trauma inflicting her in more ways than one.
She continued on her path, not knowing quite where it will take her, but only praying it would take her to some place safe. She had her father's pistol with her, which kept her safe, for a small time. It didn't take long before she reached a small encampment, but it was seemingly abandoned. She stayed there for a while, which was nestled in a small forest, which provided a small bit of protection. But, one day, someone came across the camp. He was friendly to Caitlin, and never questioned her inability to speak. He said his name was Hunter, and introduced himself. He stayed with Caitlin for a while, giving her a small bit of comfort, but one day, when Caitlin woke up from the nightmares preying on her in her sleep, she found Hunter was gone, leaving her alone again...
Morality: Good

Items: Medium sized backpack, containing basic needs, such as a small supply of food and water. A small flashlight, and some batteries. Some matches, as well.
Weapons: A small 9MM pistol with some wear to it.

Physical Description: 5'6 | 126 lbs | Dark brown hair | Dirty and worn sweatshirt | Backpack slung across back |

Personality: Quiet, kind, and conscientious. Can be depended on to follow through. Usually puts the needs of others above their own needs. Stable and practical, they value security and traditions. Well-developed sense of space and function. Rich inner world of observations about people. Extremely perceptive of other's feelings. Interested in serving others.
Likes: Music, and technology. (Got lazy on this)
Dislikes: Lard crowds
Strengths: Agility, and overall size.
Weaknesses: Lack of physical strength, and the instability of her emotions.

Medical Record: Mental instability throughout the past years. Had to be hospitalized for a deep gash on the lower part of her arm.
Blood Type: A-

Username: TheHipster (No shit Walter.)
Name: Weylyn Chase
Age: 17
Gender: Male




Previous Occupation: High-School student
Backstory: (Learn it In character.)
Morality: Neutral




Items: Box of Band-aids. Nail file, Beige Satchel. One Hundred Pre-Infection United States Dollars.
Two bags of beef jerky. Brown Leather Zip-Up Jacket. Black Boots. Four Colt 1911 Magazines. The art of war {Book}
Weapons: Colt 1911. Wooden Handled Ice-pick




Physical Description: A Young male who would stand at a rough 6'3" and would have snow white hair and pale skin. His hair would be messy, bed-headed almost. Yet at the same time being a graceful form of messy, more or less like he put some effort into his hair. A bored look would usually be placed on his face. Although without any scars he would have odd red marks around his wrists and neck, more than likely from excessive rubbing. Weylyn would usually be wearing his Brown Leather Jacket with a satchel over his shoulder, Blue-ish jeans and black boots. A Colt 1911 would be placed beneath his belt line, where as only the grip of it could be seen.




Personality: Quiet, Kept to himself for the most part.
Likes: Food. Warm Beds. Hot Cocoa.
Dislikes: People in General, yet he tolerates them. Milk.
Strengths: Can Handle Small Arms. (Assault Rifles, SMG's, Pistols. No Magnums, Shotguns or Snipers.)
Weaknesses: Slender, not overly scrawny, but not as strong as most others. Allergic to Pollen, in an area of much pollen he'll be of little to no help.




Medical Record: Broken arm at 14. Allergic to Pollen (Coughing fits, stuffy nose from it. Nothing Major.) Nervous Itch/Rubbing.
Blood Type: B-

Zombies:

Announcements:

 

Re: Mordeo [Zombie Apocalypse RP, FIXED]

Username: Valterain
Name: Caitlin Britherson
Age: 17
Gender: F


Previous Occupation: N/A, due to age.
Backstory: Before the infection had hit, Caitlin was living with her family, it seemed nice for her at the time, and rightfully so. She had 2 brothers, one who was 15, the other 9. Her father always treated her as his favorite child, which might be because she is the only daugher he has. Her father was always over protective of her, which always bother Caitlin, since she thought it was restricting as the little girl she was. But, maybe he had a reason for that.

It was when she was 12, when the infection broke out, and everything she knew was torn apart from her. When the chaos struck, her father took her and her brothers, and did everything he could to protect them. But, it wasn't long when both her brothers fell to the sickness. This took Caitlin by surprise, and she turned away as her father killed them both, tears running down her cheeks. It was now only her and her father, and they continued on their path. Her father did whatever he could to protect her, but one day, her father collapsed, and his heart no longer beat. Caitlin tried to wake him up, but it was useless, and she knew it, as she wept for everything she had lost. This event rendered Caitlin mute, the trauma inflicting her in more ways than one.

She continued on her path, not knowing quite where it will take her, but only praying it would take her to some place safe. She had her father's pistol with her, which kept her safe, for a small time. It didn't take long before she reached a small encampment, but it was seemingly abandoned. She stayed there for a while, which was nestled in a small forest, which provided a small bit of protection. But, one day, someone came across the camp. He was friendly to Caitlin, and never questioned her inability to speak. He said his name was Hunter, and introduced himself. He stayed with Caitlin for a while, giving her a small bit of comfort, but one day, when Caitlin woke up from the nightmares preying on her in her sleep, she found Hunter was gone, leaving her alone again...
Morality: Good


Items: Medium sized backpack, containing basic needs, such as a small supply of food and water. A small flashlight, and some batteries. Some matches, as well.
Weapons: A small 9MM pistol with some wear to it.


Physical Description: 5'6 | 126 lbs | Dark brown hair | Dirty and worn sweatshirt | Backpack slung across back |


Personality: ISFJ
Likes: Music, and technology. (Got lazy on this)
Dislikes: Lard crowds
Strengths: Agility, and overall size.
Weaknesses: Lack of physical strength, and the instability of her emotions.


Medical Record: Mental instability throughout the past years. Had to be hospitalized for a deep gash on the lower part of her arm.
Blood Type: A

 

Re: Mordeo [Zombie Apocalypse RP, FIXED]

Username: TheHipster (No shit Walter.)
Name: Weylyn Chase
Age: 17
Gender: Male


Previous Occupation: High-School student
Backstory: (Learn it In character.)
Morality: Neutral


Items: Box of Band-aids. Nail file, Beige Satchel. One Hundred Pre-Infection United States Dollars.
Two bags of beef jerky. Brown Leather Zip-Up Jacket. Black Boots. Four Colt 1911 Magazines. The art of war {Book}
Weapons: Colt 1911. Wooden Handled Ice-pick


Physical Description: A Young male who would stand at a rough 6'3" and would have snow white hair and pale skin. His hair would be messy, bed-headed almost. Yet at the same time being a graceful form of messy, more or less like he put some effort into his hair. A bored look would usually be placed on his face. Although without any scars he would have odd red marks around his wrists and neck, more than likely from excessive rubbing. Weylyn would usually be wearing his Brown Leather Jacket with a satchel over his shoulder, Blue-ish jeans and black boots. A Colt 1911 would be placed beneath his belt line, where as only the grip of it could be seen.


Personality: Quiet, Kept to himself for the most part.
Likes: Food. Warm Beds. Hot Cocoa.
Dislikes: People in General, yet he tolerates them. Milk.
Strengths: Can Handle Small Arms. (Assault Rifles, SMG's, Pistols. No Magnums, Shotguns or Snipers.)
Weaknesses: Slender, not overly scrawny, but not as strong as most others. Allergic to Pollen, in an area of much pollen he'll be of little to no help.


Medical Record: Broken arm at 14. Allergic to Pollen (Coughing fits, stuffy nose from it. Nothing Major.) Nervous Itch/Rubbing.
Blood Type: B-

(Note: If any of you go 'ERMAGERD MUH' LAWFUL GUD IS HERE TO SAVE THE DAY AND DO GUD.' I'll kill you.)