Name:Daniel Gray
Age:32
Gender:Male
Race/nationality: caucasion, polish
Weapons (One Primary, One secondary, Everyone is fitted with a bowie knife.): hunting rifle, .44 magnum
Equipment and Appearance (Gas Masks and Radiation Suits provided.): denim jacket with tan shirt underneath, blue jeans
Bio (Must be a decent enough length. No unfolding through the RP. May also be a brief story): ruffian, uneducated, immigrant looking for untold riches. will look out for others if needed.

is it to late to join

THIS LOOKS SO COOL dont give up on it.

character sheet-
Name-Solomon Marx
age-24
race-Caucasian, born american with Scottish heritage
weapon- hunting rifle, Chinese pistol
equipment- merc adventurer outfit, stimpaks

bio- my mom told me that when she was pregnant with me every body were trying to get into the vaults. thats where we were headed when i was born. sadly we werent quick enough and the vault had already closed. the others that couldnt get in started a small colony in the metros. she said it was a miracle. soon after we got in my dad didnt have the medication he needed to control his diabeties and he died. mom died 3 years ago and since then i have had to live without a family. it doesn't matter the metro is my family now and i would give my life to protect it.

Name: Austin 'Flower Child' Parker (Jr.)
Age: 25 Years
Gender: M
Race: White
Weapons:
-Pre-War 7.56 Assault Rifle (missing firing pin, etc, so It does not work)
-Post-War Pump Revolver
Home Station: Station 87

Equipment and Appearance:
-Appalachian Forest-Styled Camouflaged Kevlar Vest with Two pouches on the front for Ammunition
-Two-Filtered Gas Mask
-Appalachian Forest-Styled Camouflaged military suit (quite old) with side and briast pockets meant for rations and other field supplies, and 2 pockets on the pants for holding supplies, AS WELL as numerous pouches on the belt for supplies. There is a worn arm-brand on the left shoulder that says "87th V.R"
-Sturdy black military boots.
-Lighter
-Broken compass, Brass with a golden trim on the outside, and the initials "J.P" on it
-Dungy Silver Cigar Case, kept in one of the pants pockets, with old pre-war advertisemant of a cigar company, on the inside it is lined with velvet with 3 place holders for cigars, and a paper flap that reads a private memoir...

Bio: I was young when he fled under ground. My mother had kept me at home, as the sirens were whining, when my dad, a member of the West Virginia 87th Reserve and his platoon rolled into our neighbor hood. They had been put on alert, and were now in the process of evacuating Washington. Sadly, we didn't have enough time to flee the city, and the soldiers of the 87th sent everyone under ground just as the first air-burst went off, probably a few miles away, which caused the tunnel entrance to cave in and made a few soldiers get stuck above ground, but for the most part, a few civilians and a few of the 87th made it, and we established out living in the DC Metro.

As one could expect, the initial post-war days was followed with shock, death, and crime, but the 87th had cleared our area.

A few years ago, probably 3 or 4 now, my father was killed in an attack on our station, and I inherited his worn 87th reserve gear, and the last thing they retrieved from his body, and old compass with "James Parker", or atleast, J.P inscribed on it...I also got his now destroyed Assault Rifle, from before the war too, but it's not going to do me much good at all...From there, I often stuck with his best friend from both pre and post war, Daniel Webster, but sadly, he was killed in an attack about a month ago. Now it's just me and my slowly aging mother.

The station is falling apart. Rations are low, and ammunition is scarce. Most of the older 87th originals are getting too old to fight, and the young people replacing them are too immature and stupid. That Station (now called "Station 87") is in dire straights, and I fear for what might become of us in the future...

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Ok so some questions...First of all, do we have some form of map of the Metro tunnels?

Also i may dissapear from time to time with real life thingies, so if someone ELSE could control my character (and not kill him) that'd be great.

BulletForSurvival. Your logic makes little sense taking in the context of the setting and time-period. By now, revolvers very well could have silencers and whatnot. Also, there ARE Automatic shotguns with revolving chambers and a pump-action mechanism.

Not trying to pick, or be rude, but I'm trying to justify our gear and your weird outburst of anger at us being creative.

So when does this show get on the road.

I'm a bit of a late joiner but here's a CS. I'll post as much as I can but I've been having internet problems lately.

Also, could anyone who has some knowledge of the Metro world send me a PM? I don't know a damn thing about it other than what is said in the introduction to this thread.

Name: Joesph (Josey) Wales
Age: 26 Years
Gender: M
Race: White/Caucasian
Weapons:
-Pre-War .300 Savage Rifle
-Pre-War Pump Revolver - Currently broken, but it makes a good bludgeon...come to think of it that may be why it's broken.

Equipment and Appearance:
-Two-Filtered Gas Mask
-Beige Cargo Pants w/ basic knee pants worn on the outside and deep pockets.
-Black rubber soled boots
-Bandana

Bio: When my family fled underground I was three years old. To this day I only have the most fleeting of memories of the surface. These memories can pretty much be summed up with two words, happy and blue. I remember my dad's smile, my mother's laugh, and blue skies smiling at me. Nothing but blue skies did I see. Sometimes I wonder if I'm imaging those days. I try not to dwell on it, imagination or not the thoughts are comforting.

Before the Great War my family had money, lots of it. Clearly not enough to buy our way into a Vault, but enough to live quite comfortably. Enough money that my parents just couldn't adapt to this new life underground. I suppose my parents were a bit elitist, probably racist as well, but I loved them. Going from high positions in law and entertainment, my father and mother respectively, to working under artificial sun lamps for hours did not suit them. There was little need for complicated legislation writing or acting underground, what was needed was food, food and protection.

My mother overdosed on some pain killers when I was 7, at least she died happy. Her death shattered my father and four years later he took his own life. A patrol found his body in one of the smaller tunnels connecting to our settlement. I try to remember them as they were above ground, I try to pull more scenes from my memory, but it's still little more than blue skies, a smile, and laughter. With my parents gone the community adopted me, this life too was no fairy tale. With no specific caretakers I became a helping hand to most of the families. I worked very hard for many years, some of the families treated me like a slave while others treated me as one of their own. I suppose that is the way of the world.

They came shortly after I had grown into a man. That is how I identify the time that I became a man. The day I helped collect the casualties of the first attack. In the years since I have spent my spare time learning to shoot. I'm no sharp shooter but I get by. I've always found a way to get by.

hope Im not too late


Name: Robert Ihabu
Age: 34
Gender: Maled
Race: Caucausian
Weapons: A simple rifle which has had alot of tinkering allowing for a larger magazine.
Equipment and Appearance: SWAT body armor grabbed before being forced underground and he is average height with long hair which he normally keeps tied up
Bio: He had been born in the poorer neighborhoods of town. Not everyone could be born lucky. He was only twelve when his father failed to return home. The police told his family they were investigating the murder but no murderer was ever found. Thus started his teenage hatred of the police. Robbing from stores which he knew to have surveillance, just to further annoy the police. One day him and his small gang were wandering the streets they came across a rich man obviously lost in the sprawling metropolis they snuck up behind him. Oscar put the knife to the mans neck but the man, rather than simply give him the money tried to scream. Oscar slit his throat. After a few weeks of keeping this secret he realized this must be what had happened to his father. He gave up his life of crime and tried to make an honest living.

He was accepted into a university and earned a degree in engineering. He lived the life he had often dreamed of rich and successful enough to support his mother into old age, it was a near perfect existence. Roberts was at the police station when the bombs fell. He had picked himself up a parking ticket. The sirens came on and he knew that this was the end of the world which the news had been slowly telling us of. He grabbed the nearest set of armor and a weapon and ran to where he had often thought safe in this event. The metro. Now he lives in a station with lots of people. But the man he watched die still haunts his dreams

Yikes. I thought this died. And now I feel kind of bad for letting this drag on.

If all of the people are still up for it - you're all accepted. Make sure to say something in this thread, and I'll start work on a post.

I am still interested

so If this isn't dead, I noticed you didn't appear to have a few things in the OP. Some stuff you may find useful:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/37/WMATA_system_map.svg

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Washington_DC_Metro_Map_%28To_Scale%29.svg

http://www.wmata.com/rail/maps/map.cfm

Now for some other stuff:

Arlington Cemetery is an above-ground station. The Yellow line has an above-ground bridge crossing the potomac. The Green-line, I think that has a bridge as well between Navy Yard and Anacostia. Once your out of D.C, Most of the southern half (that's outside D.C) of the Green line is above ground stations with a mixture of tunnels and bridges. In fact, once you leave D.C itself, the Metro system starts making use of above-ground stations and bridges.

Other tidbits:
The D.C armory is near the Stadium-armory station.

The Smithsonian metro is right on the National Mall, right by the museums.

Metro's basically consist of two floors, an upper platform where you can put money on a ticket stub, and a lower floor where the train tracks actually are. (This upper area may be in the same chamber as the tracks or not, depends on which station your in) Also, most of the metros have an elevator to the surface. Tracks may also be in the middle of the chamber or at the sides. Depends on what station your in.

A couple of the metro's, like pentagon city and Crystal city, connect to larger complexes. Specifically, a mall in Pentagon city's case; and a mostly underground series of tunnels, with shops inside and office buildings accessible by elevators and the like in crystal city's case.

http://soulofamerica.com/soagalleries/dc/trans/DC-Metro_train.jpg

edit: also, one thing I've noticed is that none of you specified what stations you live in. Where you start would have the biggest impact on where you could go in the metro system.

If this is still going, I'll be more than happy to join. I loved Metro 2033.

Name: Isaac Mercer

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Caucasian.

Weapons:
- AK-47.
- http://krutonblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/browning20hi20power20p35209mm20pistol.jpg.

Appearance:
- Body type: Slender/Athletic.
- Height: 5'11"
- Eyes: Very light blue.
- Facial Features: Clear, clean shaven, and pretty attractive.
- Hair: Dark brown, straight, and medium length, grown to about halfway down his neck.

Equipment/Clothing:
- A white v-neck t-shirt.
- A pair of http://media.topman.com/wcsstore/TopMan//images/catalog/69S17SBLK_normal.jpg.
- A pair of grey, tattered Chuck Taylor's converse.
- http://www.jesseshunting.com/images/gas-mask-avon-m10%20NBC-british-front.jpg.



Bio: (If I'm accepted, I'll get to work on this.)

If this is still an option, allow me to introduce myself to the forums. Hi all!

Good.

Name: Jerry 'Moonshine' Irving

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Native American

Weapons: Hunting Rifle w/ Scope, No pistol

Special Weapon: http://www.crossbowcountry.com/contents/media/legend.jpg w/ http://www.diamondarchery.com/images/Quiver_1pc5arr_DMD10.png (x20) and http://www.nativeartstrading.com/images/Tomahawk9.jpg

Appearance: 6'0, slender, ripped, short mow-hawk, steel gray eyes

Uniform: Standard

Bio: Jerry was originally named Moonshine by his mother when he was born. The reason being he was born above ground at midnight. His father gave his life to make sure little Jerry and his mother would make it underground. Jerry wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for his father's gas mask. As he grew up, his mother taught him the ways of his people. She taught him how to shoot a crossbow, and throw a tomahawk with deadly accuracy, but she couldn't not teach him the ways of today. Jerry had to teach himself how to use a modern weapon.

Over the course of Jerry's life his was quickly exposed to the way things were underground. At the age of four-teen he killed his first monster. He also had to help him mother out around the house, so he knows enough about cooking. In addition he has met a squad of soldiers before while he was scavenging. The conversation was brief and ended abruptly with screams. Accompanied by the soldiers, he left back home to find that his mother was killed, but he didn't weep...for he knew grieving wouldn't bring her back. So, that night he gathered his belongings: his father's weapons and armor, his mothers necklace, and a heavy heart. Then he headed out with the soldiers to a nearby encampment, hoping he could find solace from the cruel world of the Metro.

It's still alive, everyone. But I've got some reading to do...

Since there seem to be a lot of CS's, I'm going to have to draw the line right...

Here.___________________________

yeah im the last 1!

Smevel, spectre, zollum: Could you put a little more effort into the CS's, if you're all still interested?

ant1iv3, last best, mrsmileysmile: Accepted if you two are still interested.

Did I miss anyone?

Added my Bio, and made a few minor changes, such as Isaac's gas mask.

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If this is still going, I'll be more than happy to join. I loved Metro 2033.

Name: Isaac Mercer

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Caucasian.

Weapons:
- AK-47.
- http://krutonblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/browning20hi20power20p35209mm20pistol.jpg.

Appearance:
- Body type: Slender/Athletic.
- Height: 5'11"
- Eyes: Very light blue.
- Facial Features: Clear, clean shaven, and pretty attractive.
- Hair: Dark brown, straight, and medium length, grown to about halfway down his neck.

Equipment/Clothing:
- A white v-neck t-shirt.
- A pair of http://media.topman.com/wcsstore/TopMan//images/catalog/69S17SBLK_normal.jpg.
- A pair of grey, tattered Chuck Taylor's converse.
- http://www.jesseshunting.com/images/gas-mask-avon-m10%20NBC-british-front.jpg.



Bio: I was only two years old when the unforgettable wails of the sirens flooded the streets of D.C. The lifeless trampled corpses of men, women and children alike sprawled the crowded streets and sidewalks. I'd never seen such a disaster in my life. But then again, my life had only spanned two years at that time. By now, those sights would be welcomed to replace the things I see in the tunnels, every day. But that's a different story.

My uncle was the one who rescued me from the hellish wasteland that lies above these treacherous tunnels. I've never had the displeasure to get to know my father, nor my mother. At a very young age, my uncle took me in, considering the fact that my mother and father couldn't take care of the result of their careless actions.

When my uncle and I fled into the metro, our last resort to escape the unfolding disaster above ground, we saw that we weren't the only ones with the idea of taking refuge down here. At the time that we arrived, there were probably only about 20 people in our station from what we could see, all huddled in corners, surrounded by the multitude of supplies they'd carried underground. My uncle and I found a good place to rest, and sat down, awaiting the hour in which our lives would change forever.

When the time came, I had already fallen asleep, and miraculously, I didn't even wake up when the entire metro system shook, and each and every light in the tunnels was either shattered, or defused by the EMP. That's about all I remember, and all my uncle told me.

Currently, I work as a courier, delivering messages or packages from station to station. I've been doing so since I was about 14 years old. Believe me, it's a lot more exciting than it sounds. It's definitely been a learning experiences for me. Basically, the only things I've learned down here, I've taught myself. Running, climbing, hiding, shooting, even reading and writing. Each and every skill I've learned has been put to good use. Let's just hope I survive long enough to teach myself some common sense.

Oh that must have been a real joy, with most of the lights in the floor and all.

Still interested

That's why us 'Metro-Americans' wear glass proof shoes.

yaknow giant firebreathing ants are possile, but it couldn't be done the way it is in FO3. I know because I'm a scientist

When we gonna kick this off. I'm REALLY bored.

your character pitures made me laugh

I'm still working on some things. I'll finish them up tonight, since I've got nothing better to do. So I'll have this up tomorrow - see you all then