Left 4 Dead Quarantine

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 12:59 am

(I'm not sure how to start an RP, but if you know about Left 4 Dead, then this is an RP based off of it - I sound like such a noob - We're heading from New York City to a safe haven in Florida - Yes, I know the distance, however we can use cars and the like - so prepare for the zombies! 8D)

You can start RPing as soon as you post a template.

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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Theme Song:
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Name: Kylexx Lee
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance:

(Picture goes against her description, I know)
Bio: Her older brother was sick in the hospital, and he was the one that started the infection in the hospital, making that hospital NOT a safe haven, but instead something to just go through and collect supplies. Both her parents are gone as well, and Kylexx never sees them again until she encounters the other survivors.
Theme Song: The Bright Side Of Suffering - Scary Kids Scaring Kids
Personality:Tomboyish, outgoing, loud, squeals when she shoots a gun and then giggles when she manages a head shot. Very..weird.

Kylexx made a face as she stared at her older brother, Derek, who was laying in the hospital with pneumonia; his breathing was rather shallow, however he was regaining his life slowly as the nurses and doctors gave him his medicine that he needed to fight of the pathogens. How long had he been like this? Why wasn't the medicine working fast enough? She missed watching her older brother play the guitar in his band, Quarantine, and then helping him make some of the songs, like "Leave Me To Die" and others that he needed help with.
When will she ever get her older brother back?
Sighing, Kylexx got up from her seat next to his bed and walked over to the window, looking down on the street, watching how the people ambled on and carried on with their lives like it was nothing while she was sitting here worrying about her older brother.

Forensic_Anthro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Forensic_Anthro** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 3:11 am

Name: Madison 'Mai' Lee
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Bio: All that she remembers of her childhood is being transferred from one home to the next, never in the same place for more than a day or two at a time, and then finally staying at one house that they confined her to a basement at.
She always felt like a caged animal, but now that she's 18, she's allowed to leave the basement and go to public school instead of being homeschooled.
Theme Song: Emergency by Paramore
Personality: Agile, a good strategist at times, gentle, and a smart-ass, but if something that wasn't a part of her plan happens she panics.

( FYI, I will be gone until the 28th. Going on a big road trip. )

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Wed Jun 24, 2009 3:24 pm

Oooo, In! And I like your sig 8D

Haddrix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Haddrix** on Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:39 pm

Name: Eve “Blackjack” Valentine

Age: 23

Appearance: Eve is 5’10, with an average/athletic build.

She wears all black, normally cargo pants and a tank top with a baggy jacket. She also wears black-tinted snow goggles very often.

Bio: She spent her life preparing for a possible zombie outbreak, training at the gym and learning to use weapons. She was secretly thrilled that it actually happened. When her parents became zombies, she killed them instantly. As the outbreak got worse, she stopped being happy that it happened, having brushed with undeath too many times. Be careful what you wish for, seriously.

Personality: She comes across as quiet but condescending. She looks down on people who are close-minded and skeptic. She’s a conspiracy theorist and otherwise “crazy” (she had always believed that a zombie apocalypse was inevitable). The actually coming of a zombie apocalypse did nothing to help with the “smug” issue, so now she has an “I told you so” complex. She has extreme ommetaphobia (fear of something happening to her eyes), which is why she wears the goggles (though she rarely tells people this because she doesn’t want to be thought of as weak). Despite her smugness, she’s very loyal.

Weapons: Two crude blackjacks that she’s very skilled with (hence the nickname), knives kept on her belt, pistol, a crowbar, and pvc pipe.

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Sun Jul 05, 2009 9:41 pm

In!
I guess we can start? Anyone else who wants to join, can. Too bad we have no guys, but it's a plus that there's more chicks for once..

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Kylexx took a look at the clock that was fitted on the wall above the door frame of her brother's hospital room. Sighing, she walked over to her older brother and ran her hand through his dark hair before she kissed his slender, bone-skinny hand and then headed out of the room. Once she headed towards the elevator and had the doors closed, she heard the screaming..

Forensic_Anthro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Forensic_Anthro** on Sun Jul 05, 2009 11:09 pm

Mai wandered through another random street, finally arriving at a music store and walking in. That's when she heard the screams, echoing endlessly through the entire city.
Mai swiftly grabbed a pole for a sign and wedged it firmly in the door handles, and then grabbed a handful of CD cases, swifly pulling the CDs out and sticking them in her pockets until she could hold no more.
Two CDs in her hands, dozens more in her pockets.

Haddrix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Haddrix** on Mon Jul 06, 2009 12:26 am

Eve heard the scream while she was prowling the streets for a place to stay the night. Being a 23 year old with no job and little to no money, she needed to find cheap lodgings. However, the scream stopped her dead in her tracks. Instantly, she pulled up the snow goggles that had been hanging around her neck and secured them on. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t getting near her eyes.

She wasn’t worried about getting hurt. She always kept weapons on her person. Some would call it extreme paranoia, but she simply thought of it as smart caution. Her blackjacks, two black leather socks with spherical weights in them, were kept in her belt, along with two knives. She was wearing all dark, baggy clothes, and with her goggles on, she could easily pass for a guy with a ponytail. That was fine with her. She didn’t want to impress anyone, just to stay alive.

Despite her self-preservation, she found herself running towards the scream, ready to grab her weapons and help whoever needed it.

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Mon Jul 06, 2009 9:49 pm

"What the hell?" Kylexx's eyes grew wide as she heard another scream slice through the night air. "What the fuck!" she said before she darted out of the elevator, heading towards the scream. Where was it coming from, why was this happening? And then she saw; where a large group of people were, something was causing chaos amongst the crowd. Looking closer without ever really moving, Kylexx saw a large..white-gray-ish..thing. What was it? What was it doing? Kylexx's question was answered as the gray blob lashed out and grabbed a feeling person, tearing it in half and eat the upper part of the once full human body. "Oh, shit."

Forensic_Anthro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Forensic_Anthro** on Tue Jul 07, 2009 12:40 am

Mai swiftly collected several more CDs and stuck them in her jacket pockets, a moment later finding a gun underneath the check-out counter.
"Nice," Mai said, putting the gun in the inside pocket of her jacket, she grabbed an I-pod nano and swiftly put some music on it, and then left the store, almost instantly hearing another scream.
"What the hell?" Mai mumbled, running towards the source of the scream.
"Oh my god..." Mai said, struggling to keep her lunch down as she stared at the scene before her.
"What the hell is that? A zombie?" she asked, pulling the gun from her jacket and shooting the zombie in the neck, leaving a wound, but not decapitating it or killing it, "Dammit," she muttered, getting ready to fire at it again.

Haddrix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Haddrix** on Tue Jul 07, 2009 1:06 pm

Eve skid to a halt in front of the crowd. This was bad. All these people were walking targets. She had to do something…

That’s when she heard the gunshot. It hit the zombie in the neck, but didn’t sever the head. Shit. Unless the brain was disconnected, zombies could live through anything. Going purely on instinct, without conscious thought, she pulled a knife from her belt and leaped forward towards the undead bastard. Praying that whoever had fired the first shot wouldn’t shoot again and get her by mistake, she rammed into the zombie and severed the head in one smooth motion.

She had got it. Thank god, it hadn’t seemed to get anyone else yet… That’s when she heard the moan. Then another, and another. This was bad. This was very, very, bad.

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Wed Jul 08, 2009 9:18 pm

Kylexx's head snapped towards where the gunshots were coming from and instantly went over to investigate. What she found was a female with choppy brown and black hair, holding the gun with determination, from what Kylexx could make from the facial expression. Just as Kylexx was going to say something, she noticed another female cut the head off the largest zombie with such ease, it made Kylexx stare in awe. That's when she realized that more were coming and she really didn't have any weapons whatsoever, which lead to her darting inside a building, snatching the hand gun that was behind the cash register before flying back outside.
Carefully she took shots at the approaching zombies, careful as to not hit the actual living human.

Haddrix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Haddrix** on Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:07 pm

Out of her peripheral vision, Eve saw a bullet fly past her head. She instantly dropped into a crouch and kicked the legs out from under the zombie in front of her, cleanly decapitating it as it fell. She threw her weight to the left, rolling out of the mob, and landed in another crouch. She straightened her legs and leaped backwards, putting more distance between herself and the undead. She could take a few zombies with her knife, but a crowd was impossible. Plus, there was no way she was going to get shot by a well-meaning person because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She quickly analyzed the scene. There where two girls with guns, and at least thirty undead. She checked her pockets for a gun, and found something better. She pulled the small bottle out of her pocket with a dark smile. It was grain alcohol, some of the strongest alcohol around, with 95% alcohol content. She yanked the cap off with her teeth while her free hand searched her other pocket for her lighter. Finding it, she clicked it on and held it on the opening of the bottle. As soon a the fire licked the surface of the alcohol she hurled the bottle towards the undead, just as the alcohol ignited. The entire mob was lit on fire from the bottle exploded.

Watching with an insane smile, she looked back over her shoulder to the two girls with guns. “Open fire!” she called.

Forensic_Anthro · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Forensic_Anthro** on Wed Jul 08, 2009 11:07 pm

Mai ducked as a zombie struck at her, only hitting the air above her head.
Mai tucked the gun into an inside pocket of her jacket and pulled out two of the CDs, swiping at the zombie and removing it's arm, she swiftly struck at it's neck, hitting her target and shortly the head was barely attatched to it's shouders.

Nafolah · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Nafolah** on Thu Jul 09, 2009 12:29 pm

Name: Kyle Charon
Age:22
Gender:Male
Appearance: (One on bottom)

Bio: S.W.A.T. troops were the first to respond but the least effective, killing innocent civilians, and zombies alike. After being separated from the rest of his squad, he ran out of ammo for everything except his MK23. He's panicking as he tries to regroup with his squad. Not the best place for a rookie.
Theme Song: Toxicity- SoaD
Personality: A naive rookie who went by the book. He wasn't even done training when the infection hit. He was lost and confused and just wanted someone to help him.

regilia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **regilia** on Thu Jul 09, 2009 5:24 pm

Name: Ryan Milark
Age: 14(thought it might make it good to have a kid/teen in it)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Black hair, brown eyes, camo pants with plenty of pocket space to carry multiple weapons or other things, black t-shirt.
Bio: When he was a kid he wasn't very open to anyone else. He kept to himself and was a major book worm. His parents died in a train wreckon there way to Ohio. He was living with his brother until he became very sick(with the infection) and had to be sent to the hospital. Ryan now lives by himself in him and his brother's apartment.
Theme Song:I am(all of me)
Personality: Used to be quiet around anyone he didn't know.Since the infection he has been alot louder and will talk to anyone that he knows isn't infected.

Accepted?

Haddrix · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Haddrix** on Sat Jul 11, 2009 10:26 pm

As fun as it was to watch, the fire wasn’t cutting it. Undead were coming from every direction, and she didn’t have any more aces up her sleeve. Glancing around quickly, she spotted her salvation in the form of a utility truck. She grinned, pulling her knife out again. Breaking into a sprint towards it, she swung her knife mercilessly, hoping no one alive was in her path.

She grabbed the side of the truck and jumped in, rummaging around for what she was looking for. Finding it, she pulled the crowbar out of the pile of useless tools. She also grabbed a yard-long stick of PVC pipe, tucking it into her belt. She glanced at a drill, but quickly decided against it. There was no way she was getting that close to a zombie with a weapon she hadn’t trained with.

She swung her crowbar at the undead trying to climb up into the truck. When that wave died down, she quickly wiped the blood off her goggles with the back of her hand. Adrenaline coursing through her, she leaped down and charged into the next horde.

Fear · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Fear** on Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:22 pm

(You two are in.)

Kylexx slid to the left, bringing her body to slight turn as she struck a zombie square in it's face with her right fist. Carefully, she pulled herself away from the next three that started coming towards her. After she gained a good feet of distance she quickly sprinted towards them with the velocity of a senior football player, knocking them down, pile driving them into the asphalt before she darted towards another herd. Realizing too late, Kylexx slipped on a sewer cover and was sent sliding towards the herd faster than she could ever manage to go at a human pace. "Shit!" she yelled before she flung the gun and twirled it around her finger by the trigger before gripping it tightly and managing a few head shots as she slid underneath the undead. When she managed to get away from them before they fell on her, the bright dancing orange light of the flames caught her attention. These people, they knew what they were doing. She felt so amateur compared to them.

Horsk · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Horsk** on Mon Jul 27, 2009 4:43 pm

(( Hope this is Ok, something I just shot together because this thread looks really fun ))

Name: Johnny Hook

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Bio: Johnny was in the war in Iraq, he fought for 2 years. The month he came back to meet his family, mother, father and brother, the infection hit. Like most survivors his entire family was killed, but unlike most survivors he didn't mind as much. He was accustomed to death, and loneliness. His time in the war had shown him how futile human life was, and the infection only strengthen that. But god be damned if he was gonna' let his life become as futile and worthless as the rest. He wasn't gonna' die for nothing. So he armed himself from the military base he was at when infection began, and made his way to New York.

Theme Song: Before I Forget - Slipknot (I am a worm before I am a man...)

Personality: The war changed Johnny. Hardening him in the harshest of backgrounds, Johnny had a revelation. He began reading philosophical books when not on the line, and he took an interest - and a highly pessimistic view - in human affairs. He is determined to survive the infection, so when humanity rebuilds it can have something to fear, to stay away from it's decadent ways, to help those infected with disease instead of caring about money and the economy. It sounds like Johnny is a right up people person, but he is not. He will let nothing get in the way of his goal, and if it does he will generally lose his temper or just put a bullet between it's eyes.

Acerbus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Acerbus** on Mon Jul 27, 2009 11:27 pm

Name: Roark Atrum

Age: 23
Gender: Male

Appearance: Roark stands a good five foot eleven, has a light copper tan, and a relatively lanky physique. His hair is a dark shade of brown and hangs messily down to his shoulders, due to his habit of not brushing it often. What with the Z day and all, he now has an excuse not to find time to brush his hair. Clothing wise, Roark tends to wear simple, cheap clothing; which at the moment are baggy black jeans and a white T-Shirt with the words "I'm sorrry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am." Printed on it in black. Over this he wears a simple black, unzipped hoodie. (Which... In retrospect, could cause him hunter issues...)

Weapon wise... Roark doesn't have combat training in any weapons really, but he seems to have a knack for baseball bats and other such melee weapons. Thus, when the outbreak did hit, he began carrying a silver colored, aluminum baseball bat, which by now has many dents. Of other weaponry... He carrys a small pocket knife, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes.

Bio: Roark lived in Missouri. However after hearing about the infection, he began to worry. His older brother resided in New York and news was spreading about some sort of virus going around out there. Roark began to call his brother frequently, insuring his safety. This went on for about two days before his brother stopped picking up the phone. At first Roark assumed he tired of his younger brother checking in on him so often, but after another two days of silence from his brothers end, he made a trip to New York. Nothing could have prepared him for what he found there. Still he continues moving about the city, searching for his elder brother... Or... What's left of him.

Theme Song: Time of Dying - 3 Days Grace

Personality: He wants to survive and more often than not, he'll do whatever needs to be done to live. However, he refuses to forsake his humanity and will not abandon those in need, no matter how close he is to safety. This may pass him off as a 'nice guy', but other than saving others lives, he doesn't want much to do with them, relationship wise. He doesn't want to chat, he doesn't want to hang out, he wants to live. This isn't to say he's a moron, he will stick in a group, he's just not the talkative type and if someone decides to stop and chat or other such waste of time, he won't hesitate to shout them down. More or less, he's quiet and reserved, speaking when spoken to or when in a crisis situation.

(OOC: Mind if I hop in as well?)

Kyarra · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Kyarra** on Fri Jul 31, 2009 10:05 am

Name: Kyarra Hale
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Tall and skinny with choppy blue/black hair, hazel/yellow eyes and light skin. Though she is not very strong she grew up participating in running events at a state level so she is quite fast and agile. Wears large baggy pants with many pockets and pouches to carry her equipment in. She wears black, leather gloves and a white singlet that is usually covered in oil/grease stains from her work. She also has a pair of goggles that she wears on her forehead.
Picture of her goggles:

Bio: Grew up helping her father in his car garage and aquired a love for all things mechanical and electrical. When she graduated from college at the age of 18 she moved on and found work wherever an engineer was needed. She isn't very strong so she relies mostly on her intelligence and skill in engineering. Since her father had an interest in firearms she knows a lot about how to fix them and how she can increase their efficiency. She can also use guns decentley. She was making a trip through New York City to visit her family when the infection struck and the hotel she was staying in was one of the first places to become overun. After only just escaping with her life she found herself on the streets of New York with hundreds of other survivors and an increasingly large amount of infected citizens.
Personality: Kyarra is a loud and talkative person who is always keen to make new friends and meet new people. She has a tendency to modify and tinker with every piece of equipment she can get her hands on and is prone to getting distracted. She likes to carry lots of equipment around and is a fairly organised person. She has a strong senseof justice and will go to immense lengths to help the people close to her when they need her.

This is my first role play and i hope it goes well and stuff and blah blah blah

Im gonna wait till i get the all clear from you guys before i actually start writing.

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