Land of the Forgotten(Semi-Open Serious Zombie RP)

First off, hey and welcome:D Now I plan to have eight people total in this RP, each one needs to be a seasoned RP'er with a different flavor of character. These are the expectations, if you can not meet them then just click the back button.
-Proper spelling and word usage
-Paragraph posts that have length(This is required because it creates atmosphere)
-A respect for the other RP'ers and realizing IC is simply that, IC.
-No godmodding or player control in ANY manner.
-Activity, posts or checking in should not take longer than 2-3 days without an excuse.
-Realizing I reserve the right to play a sort of hand of god to keep things moving.
-Having fun
Once we have our people together then there shouldn't be any worries over those little things anymore. I do however reserve the right to strip RP privileges or decline a character. I will always give a reason for this, and those reasons range from not having enough RP skill, to a character not fitting to the RP. Jerk stuff is officially over.

Land of the Forgotten takes place in a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by a zombie invasion. The world has been painted in crimson and only a few heavily fortified safe zones remain. The world outside is literally hell, nothing survives and zombies shamble about in complete control. What is left of the human population has banded together where they could, their only goal was the dream of surviving. At first the military held the onslaught off with a fever, all of our technology gave us an edge against the hordes. Yet as time passed the battle began to turn in favor of the zombie killing machine, every soldier lost only added to their ranks. No power in the world had planned for this, and no shining cure was born out of the night to save us. So slowly but surely governments dissolved and bases fell to dust. Some countries resorted to atomic weaponry, Israel and Russia are a toxic wasteland where rumors have spread that the zombies have even adapted to such an environment. These stories can not be completely written off either, as the months passed some of the infected evolved, genetic composition triggering different effects in the host. Monsters of men turned our best vehicles into toys, stalkers stole children in the night, and the ever constant horde nipped at our ankles. An island off the coast still thrives with human life though, each person no matter their sex, race, or age contributes to the society. It could be called a feat of human bonding from a distance, but nuances of politics and hate still fester inside the fences. Carries of the infection who are human yet infected at the same time are second class citizens, the military leaders will at times abuse their power, and the supplies are always short.

So I stood at the top of a mountain,
Looking down upon the monument to all our sins,
The only sound was that of flesh tearing and bones breaking,
As I stood listening to such I could only think,
Maybe we deserved this,
Maybe we all deserve to die.
Last page of a blood soaked journal confiscated by Black Point soldiers in the Waste

The setting is the base its self and it will act as a return spot after missions and adventures. It is separated into two parts, healthy and carriers. Both sides suffer from shortages, disease, and an ever constant fear. The healthy side on the other hand can always gawk at the carries and whisper in each others ears about how they do not have to fear kissing their friend on the cheek or holding hands. The actual base its self is fortified and heavily guarded by both military and civilian personal, social standing is relative gone as there are simply not enough people for a class structure. Everyone simply holds respect for others in varying degrees and does their best to avoid disputes. It's hard to hold a grudge when only a thousand people could possibly be the only ones you see for the rest of your life not trying to maul you into death. The one accepted rule is to in no manner cross or dispute Black Point soldiers or what they are doing.

Sign Up Sheet:(Feel free to add but please do not take away. We have access to most weapons but ammo is scarce, also don't push the limits. Also I myself am not the best at signing up for things so I won't be so harsh with this, but I am watchingO.O)
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Biography:

First Name: Chase
Middle Name: Evan
Last Name: Patton
Nickname: 'Ace of Spades'
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: August 27, 1991
Place of Birth: Austin, TX
Age: 19
Height: 6'1
Weight: 175 Pounds
Hair Color/Style: Black and medium length, it is usually swaying to one side and covering one eye.
Facial Appearance: Defined and rather handsome.
Eye Color: Deep Hazel
Body Appearance: He is still maturing into himself but he is rather toned muscle instead of bulk. He has a few scars from incidents across his body but for the most part he would appear like a skinny college kid than a intimidating force.
Current Residence: Black Point Barracks Number 3
Healthy or Carrier: Healthy
Profession:(Before) Fast food cook and intern at a news station.(Post) Apache helicopter pilot for scavenge missions.
Armor/Clothes: Light body armor with military grade tight fit clothing underneath. Able to take pistol rounds and has reduced chance of teeth puncturing his armor. Standard issue gas mask, gloves, and boots. The armor is all black as is Black Point custom.(Woah surprise there)
Primary Weapon(s): M16 Assault Rifle with Enhanced Scope capable of infa-red and night vision. Semi, 3 Round, and Automatic capable.
Secondary Weapon(s): M9 Pistol with Silencer and Red Dot attachments. Tactical Knife.
Miscellaneous Item(s): COM up-link system, Ipod, pack of cigs, and a Ace of Spades playing card strapped to his left bicep.

Biography:
Chase was born in Texas and grew up like a rather normal child. He had his rebellious period that actual was more of a lifestyle than a period. He picked up smoking at 16 and would drink socially with friends. He basically partied and then dragged himself through high-school, but graduating meant something to him and his parents shipped him off to college. He got a job at a local Wendy's and interned at a news station for his freshman year, the news pilot sneaked him some flying lessons from time to time even. Things actually seemed to be going well until the infection hit, he heard the reports like anyone else but wrote them off. So Europe was in some deep shit, what was new right? Oh how wrong he was, the infection spread like wildfire and Chase will never forget the night he invited his girlfriend over. She was complaining about stomach aches but Chase thought it might have just been a few of the drinks they had messing with her. He kissed her on the cheek as she excused herself to the bathroom, god how he thanked himself for avoiding her lips for once. She returned with a cold look in her eye, and life plummeted straight to hell from there.

He left his campus which was slowly becoming a war-zone with clothes stained in his girlfriends blood, shoes, car keys, and a pack of cigs to his name. He just ran for his car and drove to the news station, he figured they would at least know what was going on. The news station was in a frenzy, papers on the floor and people yelling reports back and forth. Chase got lost in it and found himself walking to the roof, he found himself on the heli-pad alone and lit up a cigarette to pull himself together. It slowly began to hit him but before full realization could sink in people bursted onto the roof yelling and screaming with fear. He dropped the cigarette and everything seemed to slow down, he could see a woman being tackled and half her face being ripped off by a mans teeth as her eye dangled out of its socket and she screamed. He could see one man being tackled by three others and all of them plummeting off the ten story building. He acted on instinct, sliding into the helicopter and preparing to take off. He left without ever looking back, he just left all those people. The dead ones and the alive ones, and he still regrets it. Yet he got a chance for redemption, the national guard made a distress call he picked up and he flew to their location. The base had been taking in injured civilians and now it was falling to pieces. Chase landed in the grassy courtyard and seven soldiers made it into the helicopter before the infected completely broke out of the hospital area. They told him to fly to an island off the coast in the gulf and he did just that. Seven weeks later he was an official Private in Black Point and given an Apache strapped to the teeth with weaponry to call his own. Life seemed to be on the rise again.

First Name: ???
Middle Name: ???
Last Name: ???
Nickname: Skye
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 03/25/1992
Place of Birth: Rogers, Arkansas
Age: 18
Height: 5'9
Weight: 157
Hair Color/Style: Long and full of volume. Normally pulled in a low side pony-tail. Sandy-Blonde.
Facial Appearance: Round face, but not chunky. Full cheeks. Dimples when she smiles.
Eye Color: Mostly Grey, They tend to look blue or green sometimes when emotion is heightened.
Body Appearance:A few extra pounds, but curvy. Thick thighs (mostly muscle).
Current Residence: Wanderer.
Healthy or Carrier: Healthy.
Profession:((Before and Post Infection)) Secretary at Lutheran Services for the Aging. Worked at the Renaissance Faire in the summers, Archery in her spare time. Part time novelist. Full time Gamer.
Armor/Clothes: Tight clothes under some minor leather armor. (From her job at the RenFaire) leather arm guards, boots, leather bodice and shin guards.
Primary Weapon(s): Crossbow/longbow
Secondary Weapon(s):Katana, pocket knife.
Miscellaneous Item(s): Handcuffs, a necklace around her neck that contains a piece of flint shaped like a heart. (A gift from her father who went camping with her all the time), Rope, frying pan, Knapsack full of random food/survival necessities.

Bio:
Shit hit the fan, hardcore style. Skye blacked out, as her very own parents tried to gnaw her into pieces, she forgot everything. She did the first thing that came natural. She grabbed the longbow. from her closet and aimed for the head. 10 points.
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Skye had taken archery since she was six, and was sort of a natural at it. She went to tournaments, performed at the Renaissance Faire to pick up some spare cash and dazzled the fantasy world with her mad skills. In reality, she worked part time at her mom's office in Charlotte, North Carolina. She answered phones, made appointments and helped her mother run the nursing home. The rest of her time was spent trying to escape from the rut she was in. She wrote fantasy novels, played fantasy games, and decorated her walls with "The Legend of Zelda" posters.
Her dad understood her best. They went camping together all the time. She felt like a regular boy scout. She learned dangerous plants, how to build a fire without a lighter, where to find shelter, the works. They went hunting, and never once did she ever shoot a gun. Her prey was always caught with her old fashioned longbow. Life was ordinary. Safe.
Then shit hit the fan, hardcore style. People started eating people and the world fell into chaos. She couldn't comprehend it. It was like her mind reverted. Like she was living a fantasy now. Skye has a habit of speaking funny, like she's straight out of a Lord of the Rings novel. She acts like none of this is real, like she's in a video game. And she plays to win. he wanders and stays away from people, because crowds of flesh attract the hoards. Not a gun in sight, she plans to stay alive and beat this game once and for all.

I moved this topic here.
http://www.roleplaygateway.com/post1224629.html#p1224629
Feel free to transfer over if you wish or any newcomers go there. Hopefully interest will be better.