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Alexander "Lex" Romanov

"Endure and Survive. That's all I have to do... that's all I ever do..."

0 · 389 views · located in Post-Apocalyptic America

a character in “Contagion”, as played by Locusthorde300

Description

Name: Alexander Romanov
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Personality: Can be an ass at times, but will normally keep a calm demeanor. Is paranoid and hesitant of other survivors and new people in general. He tends to have very few close friends. He mainly tries to stay solitary. Though he may rely on others if deemed necessary. He's very perceptive, always looking around at his surrounding, trying to take in every detail.
Appearance:
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Equipment:
Mosin Nagant 7.62x54R bolt action rifle. (5 round capacity/clip, mid-Long range weapon) Most likely slung over shoulder, because ammo is rare to find. Although monstrously powerful, it can be inaccurate at longer ranges.

Maybe around 5 rounds at any given time.
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Beretta Model 70 Semi-Automatic Pistol. (8 round magazine, close range) In holster, ready to be used. Uses .32 ammo, Smaller than 9mm, nearly zero recoil.

3-4 mags worth at any given time.
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Switchblade. In an easy to get to pocket.
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Gas mask, for spores. Also 1-2 extra Filters. (Normally only 1 extra)
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Tactical belt. Used to carry all sorts of things in an easy to reach/quick to access place. Holds pistol, Rifle ammo, switchblade, a lighter, keys, map, and gas mask (for spores).
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Physical description: Black/dark grey jacket, under that a plaid shirt, grey jeans, combat boots, and the previously mentioned belt.
Where he was when the outbreak occurred:
The room was dimly lit, only being lit by the television on dresser. Lex was asleep in bed. He had fallen asleep while flipping through channels, eventually drifting off on the news channel. He was awoken a loud crash in the middle of the night. In his dazed state he assumed someone was breaking in. He grabbed his pistol from the nightstand and slowly made his way down the hallway. He could see broken glass next to the sliding glass door in the kitchen. As well as hear a moaning sound from the living room of the house. Lex slowly turned the corner to a sick looking man stumbling around.

"You broke into the wrong house mother fucker." Lex shouted.

The man turned around, Lex looked on in horror. As the man was terribly disfigured.

"Get.. get back! I'm warning you!" Lex could barely get the words out without fear.

The man let out a terrible sound and started heading for Lex. Lex hesitated shooting the man, he pushed Lex into the hallway wall and they both fell, Lex dropped the pistol. Lex tried pushing him off, but his weight was too much. Lex punched the man in the head, he recoiled. Lex then pushed and kicked him off, grabbed his pistol from the floor and shot the man before he could get back on top of him. Lex got onto his feet and went to the kitchen. He turned on the sink and washed his face, trying to come to terms with what just happen. As that happened emergency vehicles, sirens blazing drove by. Lex ran out front, people were packing up their cars, and smoke filled the distant sky. A man on the other side of the street was yelling to his family "Come on, we have to go.. now!!", he slammed the doors on his SUV and sped out of his driveway and down the street.

Lex ran inside and slammed the door behind him. He went to his bedroom and watched the news. "Panic has erupted in the city, people infected..." Lex started to panic, the man wasn't disfigured, he was infected. He immediately grabbed his rifle and backpack, and threw in his phone, ammo, clothes, and some food from the kitchen. He put on his old duty belt, and holstered his pistol. "...please head to your nearest quarantine zone as soon as possible...". The list of QZs scrolled by on a ticker bar at the bottom of the screen. Zone 14, that was closest. He grabbed his keys and went to the garage. He threw his backpack and rifle into the front seat, and started the car.

"The shit was meant to hit the fan someday..." He mumbled to himself as he drove off down the street...

So begins...

Alexander "Lex" Romanov's Story

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Character Portrait: Jessica Stahl Character Portrait: Hayley Kennedy Character Portrait: Alexander "Lex" Romanov Character Portrait: Ryan Anderson Character Portrait: Evan Manno Character Portrait: Angelina Naomi Smith
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James Winter Monroe

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It's been nearly a week since the first biters started showing up, at first only a few, but as soon as they hit the cities... It didn't take long for the military to step in and start evacuating civilians. That's how I ended up in Zone 14, but not as a civilian, I escorted a convoy of trucks across the Texan border and into the stadium. It's not looking good here, too many people and not enough supplies to keep everybody fed for more than another week or two. We've lost contact with Zone 13 and the last air drop scheduled didn't come. I fear the worst is already upon Zone 14, how much longer can we pretend this place is safe?

Winter snapped his journal close, standing from the metal foldable chair that sat in front of a small table in the tent he had been assigned to. Tucking the small notebook into his back pocket he placed the pen he had been using behind one ear, rubbing his cold hands together. Even with his long sleeve shirt and thick pair of jeans, the fall air still made him shiver as he ran a hand over his head and then his eyes, rubbing the sleep away. Grabbing the heavy coat draped over the back of his chair he shouldered it on quickly and pulled up the hood as he zipped up the front.

Ducking outside through the tent's flap he squinted against the weak noon high sun that dared to peek out from behind a heavy rain cloud. It hadn't started raining yet, but the dark and forbidding skies were keen to release the water at some point. The stadium was at it's busiest, people bustling around like ants as food rations and supplies were handed out by men and women in army uniforms at tables. Beside each table stood two heavily armed guardsmen, their suspicious eyes looking out for any who may try and get doubles and also looking for any who showed signs of sickness.

Just like the many others around him, Winter searched for the shortest line, stepping in behind those who were also waiting. Feet shuffled forward slowly and people were served, though it seemed like forever, until Winter had come to the front of the line. Digging into his front pocket he pulled out his ration stamp card and slid it across the table. The woman there glanced over it and then nodded to a boy standing next to her, he disappeared for a moment and came back with an EMR package and a bottle of water, the woman stamping his card. "Next!" She called out, handing Winter back his card.

"See you tomorrow, Julia." Winter gave a charming smile as he picked up his food and water, winking as he scooted past the man next to him, stepping out of line. A shoulder bumped into his, causing his stuff to fall to the ground, the quickly walking person who had ran into him barely batting an eye as they stumbled on. "Well excuse you..." He muttered, glaring over his shoulder as he bent down to grab his stuff, brushing the dirt off.

((OOC:Hey y'all, I finally decided to post, I was tired of waiting. I tagged all the characters who have been accepted (I don't have the power to accept those who haven't, sorry) in hopes to get this thing going. Hopefully you haven't lost interest and will join me...Pretty please, with a cherry on top? Any questions can and should be posted in the OOC.

Thanks much,
Paint))