[Contract Killer]

In this RP you will be playing as a survivour of a ZPAW. Note, this is one year after the SHTF, so the military and gubment are gonee. Thats right, gone, you will not be dropping in in a helicopter to save the day with nukes. Okay now that thats gone....

Starting Location: Camp with the other survivors. We are located in Northern Colorado in a forrested area about six miles outside of a small town. We are constantly on the move and bring only the things we need. One of us will hold a map of the area(we can totally make this up, which is much easier, if you guys wouldn't mind.)

Infection: All zombies are runners. Yes, all of them. Now, the upside to this is, they can go down like any human and have the same basic needs as us. Most have died off but some are definatly still a problem. So, in conclusion on the zeds, yes you can kill them other than headshots, just keep in mind they don't feel pain really anymore so its going to take more to stop them.

Military involvement: The military is gone folks.

Character Limitations: Weight is a big issue here. You will be carrying everything you want, so don't take useless stuff. You can carry up to forty pounds if your character weighs under 160lbs, fifty if under 200, max is 60 lbs and your character is gonna have to weigh quiet a bit, thus reducing mobility. Any issues, just ask, clothes don't count and if your rifle has a sling you may cut the weight in half, a pistol in a holster is 0 but the mags do count.

Firearm cost is $1800 for all guns and upgrades. You an use whatever you have left over plus a hundred for a melee weapon if you want one. Keep track of your ammo, it isn't infinite.

How you write out your character is up to you, I'm doing it how I always do. Just PM me if you have any questions.

Name: Anthony Vanella
Age: 35
Rifle: CMP Correct Grade Garrand. Sling. New adjustable gas plug.(980$)
Sidearm: Glock21SF. Nightsights. (550$)
Melee/Survival: RMJ Shrike Tomahawk(370$)
Occupation: US Army for his two years. Went home and does some office work to pay for hunting and his guns.
Briefing: Single. Lived alone basically besides his dog who died a month after the SHTF. Smart, charismatic, accurate with his gun and excellet stealth skills. Slightly nervous around cute girls though and is totally straight edge which is rare these days. Knows the lay of the land decently well and cooks very well.
Appearance (eyes/ clothes/ w.e): Black Jeans and steel toe black boots. Large backpack that holds some basic cooking supplies as well as a firestarting kit. He needs to scavenge for some more supplies but also keeps a basic cleaning kit for his guns back here (so far about five pounds.) Wears a black Army t-shirt undernearth a old mil-spec vest. On it he carries his 11 enblocs for his garand(three pounds) and on his belt his four loaded G21 mags (two pounds). Rifle weighs ten pounds(sling cuts allowed weight in half to five) Grown in beard. Medium length dark brown hair. He has a hydo pack on his back filled with about a litre and a half of water (abt four pounds) and two cliff power bars.
Size: Five foot nine, hundred seventy five pounds(athletic build)

This post has been edited by Contract Killer: 25 February 2010 - 11:07 PM

[Zombreach]

Name: Megan (has never given a last name)
Age: 27
Shotgun: PGS-10 short barrel ($500)
Sidearm: Sig Sauer P229R 9mm with Night Sights--red wooden handle/stainless finish ($900)
Melee/Survival: Blood Dragon Katana and scabbard ($250), Safe Maker 1 push knife with tie-on thigh sheath ($50)
Occupation: health spa instructor
Briefing: Was living at home with her parents when the world was overrun by zombies. She tends to be spontaneous and a bit flighty/unpredictable. Took fenching lessons most of her life and is very skilled with a sword. Gets by with very little sleep--tends to be nocturnal in nature.
Appearance (eyes/ clothes/ w.e): Dark brown hair--falls to the middle of her back-worn out or in a french braid. Hazel eyes. One quarter Cherokee, her Native American blood shows in her tanned skin tone and high cheek bones. Wearing a form-fitting light blue shirt with tan colored pants. She wears black chaps over the pants and black bikers boots. Carries a black back pack where she keeps her spare ammo and personal belongings. Favorite possesion is a light blue dress with small red roses embroidered on the edges.
Size:Stands 5'7" at 125 pounds.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Name: Corey Anderson
Age: 21
Weapons: Blue-engraved Beretta 92 and Black Beretta 92FS ($1000) 4 mags ($200) 4x 100 round Boxes ($100)
Melee/Survival: Urban Bone Machete, Mark III [Kydex sheath] ($350)
Occupation: Had breif jobs in various food joints.
Briefing: Corey is one of the youngest survivors still around, he was only 20 when the attack began. When he began his life he was a bundle of joy. Running around with friends, playing, ect. But it all changed after the death of his mother and younger brother when he was only ten. Since then, he has alienated himself from the outside world and his only true friend was his father. His father found that he would give Corey a sport to pratice and since Corey lacked in strength and stamina, he decided they would both take up shooting. For the next seven years, this became a hobby. When he turned 20 he celebrated it alone. The outbreak came and his father was one of the first to be turned. Packing their two guns, Corey left town and never turned back since he has never had anyone he cared about.
Appearance: Dark black hair, green eyes, black t-shirt, dark jeans, black and red converse shoes, black jumper with Pon and Zi figure on it, black and red billabong backpack.
Equipment: Leg and chest holster ($100), Binoculars, Two boxes of matches, Torch, Pocket knife, Unmarked tinned items, Thermal blanket.
Size: 5' 11 and 150 pounds (Thin build)

This post has been edited by ZombifiedBrendan: 26 February 2010 - 11:01 PM

[Frallon]

Name: Michael Reece
Age: 24
Rifle: Ruger Mini 14 Gov Model, wood finish, sling, 4x mounted scope (900$) Three Mag's (300$) 6 120 rd ammo boxes (420$)
Sidearm: No Sidearm (0$)
Melee/Survival: Short Ka-Bar Black 5 1/4in Blade Knife w/ sheath (50$)
Former Occupation: Supervisor for an Injection Molding Factory
Brief: Originally worked in a Plastic Processing Plant in Lukass Ohio. The City was Quarantined, it took months for the Government to actually do anything that helped, and by that time almost everybody was dead. Fought his way out of the city, if the dead didn't almost get him, then the Government Agent that was suppose to rescue him surly did a hell of a job. After having to make his own way out, Reece managed to commandeer a bicycle, and get well out of range by the time the city was sterilized. He thought maybe because Lukass had changed didn't mean the rest of the world had to..Which was true, until the Virus changed, and jumped. He doesn't know how it happened, but none of that matters anymore after the fall of the foreign and domestic governments, just individual survival matters and he accepts it.
Appearance (eyes/ clothes/ w.e): Caucasian, Dark Blue eyes, Dark Brown Hair now self-trimmed down to a half inch. Has a layer of under armor, followed by a light gray shirt, Dark Blue Carpenter Jeans held up by a basic black belt, A Dark Grey Zip Hoodie, and a single strapped backpack (Equipment in Backpack includes: ammo, two magazines, small powerful LED flashlight, two bottles of reused water, three remaining cans of Pork and Beans, a quarter carton of cigarettes, and a small BIC lighter)
Size: 5' 11", 141 lbs, Skinny, High Metabolism

[Contract Killer]

Anthony stood at the fire in the center of camp. He had woken up only moments ago and he stood all dressed and ready to move, his garand slung over his shoulder. They were starting to run low on supplies and it was time to move to the next town to scavenge. There would likely be some other survivors there, but at most they could take on one person which would lead to a gun fight usually. So far they had been lucky in that they were able to win or avoid most of those situations..

"Ready guys?" He said slowlly?

[Zombreach]

Contract Killer said:

Anthony stood at the fire in the center of camp. He had woken up only moments ago and he stood all dressed and ready to move, his garand slung over his shoulder. They were starting to run low on supplies and it was time to move to the next town to scavenge. There would likely be some other survivors there, but at most they could take on one person which would lead to a gun fight usually. So far they had been lucky in that they were able to win or avoid most of those situations..

"Ready guys?" He said slowlly?

Megan sits a few feet from the fire, facing outwards. She turns her head, watching Anthony as he rises. "Coffee first." She demands. "Please?"

She had spent part of the night scouting for trouble, part sleeping, and part watching the others sleep. She didn't feel tired, just wanted the high from the caffeine. She stands and walks closer to the fire, putting her hands out, feeling the warmth.

[Contract Killer]

Anthony thinks for a moment.

"I don't have any, if you do feel free to make some for me too." Anthony says with a smile.

[Zombreach]

Contract Killer said:

Anthony thinks for a moment.

"I don't have any, if you do feel free to make some for me too." Anthony says with a smile.

"If I had some, it would already be on the fire." Megan replies. She kicks dirt into the fire, smothering the flames. "Things look quiet to the east. We should head in that direction today." She walks over to her pack, slipping it over her shoulders. Her other belongings are already straped onto her person. The kantana lays across her back, the push knife tied to her left thigh and the Sig Sauer on her right hip. Her shotgun remains in her pack, along with the extra ammo.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Corey had been up for a while. He had sat there looking at the fire and embers. He had became use to being alone over the past decade. But now, now it was different for him. He had lost the one person who might have actually made him happy or gave him hope. He missed that mans kindness.
Looking up he found Anthony and Megan already packing up their stuff. He was the last one to join the group and had been in it for only a few weeks. He didn't see these people as friends, he saw them as a way he would survive.
Wordlessly he packed up his sleeping gear and shoved it in his backpack. He put on his two holsters and sat back on the stump he had been using as his chair for the past hours. He was ready to leave and survive.

[Contract Killer]

Zombreach said:

"If I had some, it would already be on the fire." Megan replies. She kicks dirt into the fire, smothering the flames. "Things look quiet to the east. We should head in that direction today." She walks over to her pack, slipping it over her shoulders. Her other belongings are already straped onto her person. The kantana lays across her back, the push knife tied to her left thigh and the Sig Sauer on her right hip. Her shotgun remains in her pack, along with the extra ammo.

"Sounds like something we'll have to look for in town." Anthony says. "We gotta stick together on this town. Someones bound to have taken refuge here and there was a small hunting store in town so they may be armed. Shoot first ask later, if their not with us, they're against us. We can't support much more than what we've got. If we find a someone by themself and they look they can be an asset to our survival, we'll take 'em in." He finished with.

[Zombreach]

Megan was watching Corey gather his things together...he had barely spoken to anyone since joining a few weeks ago.

She turns back to Anthony when he starts talking. "I'm for it. Any dogs get in my path and I'll take 'em out."

This post has been edited by Zombreach: 26 February 2010 - 11:23 PM

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Contract Killer said:

"Sounds like something we'll have to look for in town." Anthony says. "We gotta stick together on this town. Someones bound to have taken refuge here and there was a small hunting store in town so they may be armed. Shoot first ask later, if their not with us, they're against us. We can't support much more than what we've got. If we find a someone by themself and they look they can be an asset to our survival, we'll take 'em in." He finished with.

Corey knew all about this. The other survivor groups he had met have been more leniant on this but this group wasn't. Corey didn't have any real usefull skills unlike some others in the group. Anthoney was a ex-soldier and had pretty much became the leader of the group. Something Corey wouldn't be able to do. One of the only reasons he was accepted into the group was because he promised to make most of the meals and he could shoot fairly well.
He looked away from Anthony and found Megan was looking at him. Their eyes met for a second until Corey looked back to the ground. He had no real social skills and didn't know what to do most the time when people looked at him. He sat their quietly, he really didn't wanna look up again and meet someone elses eyes.

[Zombreach]

ZombifiedBrendan said:

He looked away from Anthony and found Megan was looking at him. Their eyes met for a second until Corey looked back to the ground. He had no real social skills and didn't know what to do most the time when people looked at him. He sat their quietly, he really didn't wanna look up again and meet someone elses eyes.

Megan sees Corey cast his eyes downward after meeting her gaze. Taking it as a challenge, she walks over and stands in front of him. His head still down, she crouches down to his level. "Hey!" she says loudly, only a foot from his face.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Zombreach said:

Megan sees Corey cast his eyes downward after meeting her gaze. Taking it as a challenge, she walks over and stands in front of him. His head still down, she crouches down to his level. "Hey!" she says loudly, only a foot from his face.

Corey swallows the spit inside his mouth and looked up at Megan. He tries to fake a smile and says much softer than her yell, "Hi."

[Frallon]

Reece opens his eyes. His back props him up against a tree on the outskirts of a small camp the squad had made the night before. A Ruger sits across his legs, Action closed, Magazine in. His head hangs down; sleep had come without warning. He never slept very well before going into a raid, he'd been most of the night, watching the fire from the outskirts of the camp and listening to the movements of the night. As he tilts his head up a thin ray of sun hits him in the eyes through the branches of trees older than himself. He puts the rifle in his right hand while shielding the light with his left, presses the butt to the dirt, and helps get himself up. As he walks into Camp, he slings the Ruger around his shoulder, his stomach lets out a growl. He was always hungry now days, even with starving himself months before being on the road, he could never understand his stomachs reasoning for disobeying all he'd done for it. He'd been hungry when he'd found Anthony. He'd been starving when the two made their first big score. His mouth watered at the thoughts of cheese burgers when they'd doubled their numbers to four. Food was so unimportant to him it was as if thinking about it was the only way he could remember to eat.
"So," Reece says with a yawn, "What do we really need this time around?"

This post has been edited by Frallon: 27 February 2010 - 12:25 AM

[Zombreach]

ZombifiedBrendan said:

Corey swallows the spit inside his mouth and looked up at Megan. He tries to fake a smile and says much softer than her yell, "Hi."

Megan stares into his eyes. She has never dealt well with timid people. She continues to stare, saying nothing, waiting for him to cast his eyes back down.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Corey looks at her eyes. He didn't like how she wasn't speaking. He wanted to end this conversation quickly and avoid her gaze without making it look like he was chicken of whatever game she was playing. He stood up, forcing their eyes to leave and adjusted his backpack. He looked around the camp at the other two. "Don't we have somewhere to go?" He asked without looking at her.

[Contract Killer]

Frallon said:

"So," Reece says with a yawn, "What do we really need this time around?"

"Well. We need to stock up on food first and foremost. Ammo wouldn't hurt either and water would be nice too. We're gonna hit some small stores, the big ones are too dangerous, though if we find a cabela's we are going in." Anthony finished with.

[Zombreach]

ZombifiedBrendan said:

Corey looks at her eyes. He didn't like how she wasn't speaking. He wanted to end this conversation quickly and avoid her gaze without making it look like he was chicken of whatever game she was playing. He stood up, forcing their eyes to leave and adjusted his backpack. He looked around the camp at the other two. "Don't we have somewhere to go?" He asked without looking at her.

As Corey stands, Megan makes a soft sound...clicking her tongue against her teeth. She reverses her position, spinning on the toes of her boots, and takes his seat as he leaves, a small smile on her lips.

[ZombifiedBrendan]

Corey looked back at Megan all comfy on the seat. He felt a pang of jealousy strike his heart. He didn't understand how she could be smiling when all around her the corpses of the dead came after her. Hungry for her flesh. And to make things even worse every single one of the dead bastards would give a dead sprint towards the you. Corey felt his face twitch at this thought.
He eventually gave up on the seat and sat on the ground, leaning on a tree and looking above everyones heads and at the sky. He would do this constantly, it would help him pass the time until our "Military Comando" told them to all go into the infested hellhole for a few bars of food.