The Descent of Man - Out of Character

Roleplaying Area

This is the current Out of Character area where people may chat about the roleplay or general ooc interaction as well as post their profiles. I know; "why not just make a profile room?" because that shit's confusing and I'm doing good just trying to keep up with two areas. That and you can have free reign to personally edit and modify your character's profile once the plot line gets deeper.

Name: Ozymandias T. Montague
Age: Possibly early thirties
Race: North American ○ French
Gender: Male
Inventory: Cattle Prod ○ 2x mini oxygen tanks ○ 1x Hunter's Blade ○ 1x matchbox ○ 3x cans of vegetable soup ○ 3x bottles of water
Personality: A cold and calculative man. Obviously mysterious and quite the nomadic being. Often enough he is known to be the very strong, silent type that rarely socializes with others unless the situation calls for it. Naturally intimidating with a scent of rodents and the stench of a hospital to him. Oz is usually seen in the appearance of the classical European Plague Doctor with the bird mask modified somewhat into a gasmask. Why he wears this? It's still quite unknown, but his true identity on what he appears underneath his rags is still to be unknown. He is currently the admin known as The Nomad on Survival.Net.
History: He was once a man that did what he was told. A soldier in the U.S. Army that fought in Iraq for a time before being forced to return home after chaos began bubbling up. He was once the leader of a small National Guard group for a time before becoming Contaminated. Somehow or another, he managed to be captured by unknown forces and offered a deal. In payment he would be provided with common needs if he were to simply roam around and record everything and anything that he saw.

Name: Jackson K.

Age: Twenty-Four

Race: Texan

Gender: Male

Inventory: SVD Sniper rifle, three magazines of ammunition, two bottles of water, lighter, a pack of cigarettes, two bags of dried meat and a Gasmask.
He also wears a couple of plates of metal, good and solid. A camouflaged cloak, boots and just that plain good stuff when it comes to armour, but being the scavenged sort. It's prone to breaking and can't stop as many bullets as it usually could. Also slows him down a fair bit too, but it keeps him alive.

Personality: He's quite curious. Always one to poke and prod at anything, although it hasn't killed him yet, it will soon if no-one points out what he's doing it rather idiotic. But other than that, he's highly paranoid and distrustful, he's seen what happens on the internet after all.

History:
He has just emerged from the bunker his over paranoid family had made, living off the internet and imperishable food. His food ran at a low, his bunker was bombarded with sand-storms and he decided to move on, emerging with his father's gun and picking up armour from a dead corpse in the wastes, he has wandered for months, only just remembering what he could from tid-bits of information gleaned from the internet.

accepted

Name: Mike Zarba
Age: 29
Race: American
Gender:Male
Inventory: He has a flash light attached to a Scar Heavy Assualt rifle. He has a Glock 18 and a tin water bottle. He has his favorite novel , Dreamcatcher by Stephen King. He also owns a camping backpack and 20 packages of ramen noodles. He has two forks and a pot to cook with. He also managed to salvage a couple water purifacation tablets.
Personality: In the words of his mom he's a little lair. A very slick and sly man he's naturally suave and easy to trust. He also has a nasty temper when it shows. But he is rather good at keeping a straight poker face. This is why the Anarchists have him has one of their guys.
History: Born in the Berkshires in Massachusetts he enjoyed life and did plently of things his parents never found about. He was slick enough to trick them and duped his whole family of one million dollars. Naturally the Russians, Chinese, and Japanese Anarchists asked for his help. He wanted a taste of power so he became a leading force in their ranks. He's not well known outside of them because he hides in the backround.




Mike looked out at the desert's. Where the hell was that agent? He didn't know but was rather intersted in the situation. He was smoking a cigarette. Those Loyalists had an agent that caught him in the act of an Anarchist act. His cover was blown. The shit hit the fan for him. But he knew he still was worth something to the Anarchists. He was going to the end this game soon. He hated Sitting here in Nevada. He was going to look for a car so with luck he would be out of here soon.

He was planning on calling the Anarchists to ask if they wnted him to get rid a few Loyalists in form Las Vegas. If he did that his cover wouldn't be blown. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. He went for it. Las Vegas was going to hell. It was the biggest group of people for the whole state.

He threw his cigarette to the floor and walked towards Vegas. It was only half a mile away. "I am an Anarchist. But I a going to ride solo for now on." He said to himself. He wondered if he honestly could avoid death at their hands and bet he probably could after Vegas he would start a war. The next great war. Then he could go to Washington and spend his money he got from his dead uncle four years ago. Yea, that might just work, he thought.

you have to have an exact number of ramen in your case. change that and you're accepted.

we need more people to join
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