Forsaken Life (OOC and Sign-Ups)

Name: Monique Duvalle
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Proffession/Unique Skills: Forensic Scientist, Macgiver, Electronics
Bio: Proffessor Duvalle was at one time a Forensic Scientist working for the D.C. Metropolice before she quit and took up a job at a university in upstate New York. She theorized that should a zombeh outbreak would be through an airborne pathogen and that at least 3% of those exposed will be immune. the next day she woke up to find her students clawing at the door trying to brain her.

She stole a truck and trailer that belonged to one of the zombies on campus, discovered the signal, and spent two weeks trying to get to Silvanos, collecting supplies and odds and ends on the way.

Name: Ryu Akia
Age: 19
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 240
Appearance: His face is worn down by scars and time... He has a standing height of 6'6". At 240lbs he is a less then average weight his skin is a rich darkish tan color. His face may be covered by scars, but women still find him quite attractive. He has eye length hair that has a bluish tint. Profession/unique skills: Student, mass electronics.
Bio/background: (Do I have to?) Ryu comes from a military family who was never there for him. He was raised by his older brother, Sage. Sage then left for the military and Ryu raised him self for 3 years. He was taught everything as a kid, how to ride a bike, how to tie his shoes, how to hit a 2 mm target with a pistol, and how to use a knife.

Name: Gerrard Harris

Age: 41

Height: 5”8”

Weight: Eleven and a half stone (161 lbs).

Appearance: The years have been relatively kind to Gerrard, though he certainly owes some of his youthful appearance to his years as a fitness trainer, which has always kept him in the best of shape, something he had never let up on, even when he quit to pursue his love of gardening when he was thirty-seven. His mousey brown hair often hangs loose at his shoulders, though his chiselled facial features make it impossible for anyone to mistake him for anything but male.

Despite his solid physique, there is nothing particularly remarkable about Gerrard; he is of a standard height and build and his hair is often kept clean and unkempt, but those who knew him would point out that his eyes were his most captivating feature and this is no surprise. They are a startlingly bright green, almost emerald, which stand out quite obviously from his slightly tanned skin and slight frown that always mars his otherwise interesting face.

Profession/unique skills: Gerrard, as mentioned before, was a personal trainer and is now a part-time gardener, so he has quite a range of skills, especially considering his life experiences. He is in very good shape, is still remarkably light on his feet and has a high level of self-discipline and leadership skills from his years as a personal trainer. He also has an in-depth knowledge of botany from his love of gardening and tends to be able to notice small changes in environments quicker than most. Gerrard is also a Forsaken.

However, as well as strengths, everyone has weaknesses and Gerrard is no exception. As he has led quite a physically dominant lifestyle, whilst he is by no mean stupid, Gerrard is not very academically minded and would sooner physically deal with a problem than hit the books. This is sure to prove detrimental when dealing with establishing how to tackle the ‘Animae Nex‘, but, we shall see.

Bio/background: It must be considered a cruel twist of fate that placed Gerrard Harris within the radius of Silvanos City when the tragedy occurred, particularly as he is not of American origin, but British. The incident has left Gerrard Harris quite cut off from his life, though he places no small thanks in the fact that he knows they are safe away from this madness.

It is unusual circumstances that brought the retired gardener to America, as a long-time client of his had a friend cancel on a trip to America and had asked Gerrard if he would like to take the place. Ordinarily, he would not have accepted it, as it would have meant too much time away from his family, but ironically, it was his wife who urged him to go, as he had never really ventured outside of Europe and thought he might enjoy the experience.

In truth, the trip was doing him a lot of good and when the three weeks were coming to a close, he found that he was going to miss America. He had had regular contact with his family throughout the three week period and then, like the other survivors and Forsaken of this damned city, Gerrard was plunged into a tragedy. He had awoken in his hotel in Silvanos City to find some of the guests being assaulted by the staff. Immediately, Gerrard had intercepted a cook assaulting a young man, holding the chef from the guest, demanding to be told what was going on.

The only response he received was an angry swing of a fist and when Gerrard focused on the cook, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In place of the mild mannered staff member was a significantly stronger person as he roughly right-hooked Gerrard to the ground only to pounce on him. A struggle immediately ensued and with both of the men working together, they managed to restrain their attacker and place him inside a cupboard before retreating to Gerrard’s van outside after collecting their belongings. The young man – James – couldn’t offer any explanation as to his reaction, saying that he had started attacking him as soon he had stepped outside his room, the young man’s eyes wide with fear as he retold the tale.

Gerrard’s first thought was to report the incident to the authorities and so they began to drive to the police station and it was then that the extent of the carnage was exposed to them. ZOMBEH So many others were exhibiting the same strange behaviour as their boss and as they reached the police station, the change overtook James, forcing Gerrard to abandon him by forcing him out of his van and heading for the nearest exit out of the city, not entirely sure of what was going on and considerably shaken. Despite the laws against it, the first thing once he was outside the city was call his family and was relieved to hear that they were all well and that nothing strange was happening in their hometown.

After hanging up on his wife, he stopped the van in a relatively empty space and retrieved the old radio from his feet, tweaking the stations to see if anyone was still sane and was surprised to find a young man’s voice claiming there was a safe haven only a few miles from Silvanos and so, bewildered and with few other options, as he feared he may be carrying the condition that had plunged Silvanos into madness, he followed the directions in his van, constantly aware of his surroundings.

Name: Amy Turner

Age: Seventeen

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 120

Appearance: The best way to explain Amy is; graceful. She is tall and lanky, but has a certain air about gives the impression of swiftness. She has long, dark, black hair that falls to the middle of her back. Her hair is always unkempt or loosely tied as not to get in the way. This habit of not paying much attention to her looks is apparent in her clothing choice as well. She has a collection of black tank tops that she always wears over a pair of frayed jeans. When it’s cold, she’ll throw on a loose leather jacket. This is as much as her outfit changes, or will change in the near future. The one main feature of Amy is her tattoo collection; which consists of a tribal tattoo etched into her right shoulder and a design around her ankle.


Profession/unique skills: Because of Amy’s unique personality, she has many odd, but useful, skills. She is adept at fixing things, she fights like a champion, and she always seems to have a plan. Before the outbreak, Amy was studying to be a doctor. So she is useful in medicine and helping with the wounded.

Bio/background: Amy was born in a middle-class neighbourhood in Wisconsin. She focused on leaving her town and going to a place where she could do something with her life. That’s where going to college far away from her home and studying medicine. Studying medicine, where she excelled past her classmates and was on the course to graduating top of her class.
She was close to finally finishing medical school when the disease first occurred. Amy found herself out, no career, driving around in stolen cars looking for survivors to fix up and send on their way. She heard the radio cast a while past, filled up her car with stolen gas, and made her way to the mansion.
She ain’t no zombeh

Name: Samantha Keller

Age: 18

Height: 5' 3"

Weight: 119 lbs.

Appearance: Samantha has a slim/average build but she is surprisingly frail. Her skin tone is surprisingly pail. She has long brunette hair that goes to her waist with bangs that hang in her face, and large dark green eyes that usually seem to sparkle.

Profession/unique skills: She is trained with using different types of guns. Shotguns, pistols, and snipers are her specialty though. She was also trained in hand-to-hand combat witch might prove useful later on. She is also a skilled mechanic. She has some knowledge in the medical field, but not enough to call is a profession.

Bio/background:Before Animae Nex hit her town, she was a normal suburban girl whom always seemed bored. The day it hit, she was on a break from school and at home alone playing video games. Suddenly, she smelled a rank smell and passed out. The next thing she knows, her neighbors are scratching at her window to get in. She tried to call her mom and her sister, but neither of them picked up and she feared the worst. So, she packed up some extra clothing, a bunch of food, her cellphone and charger, her iPod and charger, and the shotgun she kept in her closet before heading outside to fend off her neighbors and get in her Toyota Tacoma.

On her way out of town, she was able to avoid a few zombeh and raid a gun store which, surprisingly, carried a sniper. She decided not to wonder why. She she stole the sniper and a couple of pistols, and a large amount of ammo and headed out of town to whatever safe haven, if there were any, she could find.

She in front of an abandoned gas station in a, surprisingly, empty town with the radio on, trying to find a station for any news. Unfortunately, no news. She sighed and was about to turn off the radio when she received a radio transmission telling her to go to the outskirts of Silvanos City. She went to her glove compartment and found a map. She quickly mapped the fastest route there, filled up her gas tank, and made her way there.

I haven't done this in a while and it was quite irritating since everyone in a Zombie Rp wants the same skills. I decided instead of making him a seasoned veteran to make him a redneck.

Name: Weston Dane

Age: 26

Height: 6’1

Weight: 210lbs

Appearance: As far as attractiveness goes, Weston is nothing special. If it weren’t for his built frame, most people wouldn’t look at him twice. His hair is black and short with matching heavy eyebrows that sit over deeply sunken gray eyes, which compliment his tanned skin. An insomniac that only sleeps for three short, inconsecutive hours a day, he has dark circles under his eyes of a brownish-purple hue and often suffers from some sort of a cold. His nose is long and slightly crooked; his lips are thin and surrounded by brown stubble about a week old; and his ears jut from his head like the open doors on a car.
He is dressed in thermals covered by a camouflage-style parka, steel-toe cowboy boots and jeans. All of his hunting gear is in tow including his spray-painted rifle and knife attached to his lower-leg.

Profession/unique skills: 11 years hunting experience and a few in construction. He feels most comfortable posted in a tree with a rifle in hand.

Bio/background: Weston was raised an only child on an army base in Texas by his father and misogynist uncle. His father, a retired Marine, had never replaced his late wife who abandoned her husband then died in a plane crash a year later when Weston was five years old. Instead of normal things that kids did like finger paint or play peek-a-boo, Weston started drinking beer at the age of six and received his first rifle at five.
Even with his less then admirable influences, Weston was the epitome of a perfect child. He had an uncanny talent for straying from the usual teenage follies, other then the occasional schoolyard scrap. He graduating within the top 10% of his class, didn’t drink anything stronger then beer, didn't smoke cigarettes or anything else for that matter, and had no aspirations to stain his skin with tattoos. Instead of going into the armed services as his father would have wanted, he became a contractor instead.
After being diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Weston was sent home. Not able to face the shame of his military family, Weston moved to a rural area 300 miles outside of Silvanos City and worked on a farm when the infection began to spread. For the longest time, the infection never threatened the quiet lil town called Tuscum. The local preacher even claimed that only the sinful and blasphemous of larger cities would be in danger and that the small haven was protect by God. When the threat became larger, a man who owned a farm an hour away had to shoot his oldest son between the eyes, the entire town shut down on itself. No one was allowed in or out.
In a matter of months, the town began to turn on itself in their self-quarantine. A shortage of food, clean water and invasions of Zombehs, people were literally killing each other in the street. Weston decided the best thing to do was to leave in the middle of the night. Although, it was the most dangerous time, he’d be able to take his stockade of ammunition and weaponry, his food, gallons of water and small of amount of personal belongs, through it in the back of his truck and leave without a tag-along.

All right, I have the accepted users in the list in the first post of this OOC. I will start the IC soon, just a few things I need to even out before we start. As of now, anymore people wanting to join will be only survivors, not Forsaken.

Added note, IC is up and at the link in my signature or at the top of this thread, so go post peoples!

I'll try to post before Tuesday. I'm bouncing around ideas in my head now for entry post. It has been a while and I don't want to do something too plain or superfluous. Oh, yea. That word get's me hot.

Ok, guys? Two problems. Concerning both XaleManix and Imehal.

Imehal. The doors were locked, first off. It's not going to be so easy as to just walk into the mansion, no knocks, no anything.

XaleManix. This mansion is made for defense against Infected, who are most likely a hell of a lot stranger than a Forensic Scientist. Also, I think you should we for the person would have responded to the knock to post before you decide there was no answer. If I'm assuming you kicked down the door to the main mansion when you actually kicked open a vacant one, fine. But, like I said, I highly doubt you could kick down the door of this particular mansion.

Nykista, I made a mistake, which I noticed upon reading Xalemanix's post and I have edited correctly now. People make them, it happens. I apologise to River for this, as I'm sure he was waiting for me to come on MSN so he could tell me again that I phail ^_^

All dones!

I am waiting for the story to come along a bit. I want Simone to have a late entrance if that is ok.