Haha, I finally made a forum account just to join in on this.


Birthplace: Canada, Eh!

Name: Greg Matthews

Age: Early 30's

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Caucasian

Appearance: Taller than average, about 6 ft. He's fit. (Actually quite muscular, but not, you know, bodybuilder-muscular.) He's got a rough look to him, with a beard, and has scars in many places on his face.

Faction: The Gorillas

Occupation: He doesn't exactly have an occupation. He's good at improvising with various materials to create weapon attachments, traps, tools, etc. He has learned to modify basically any weapon to his liking.

Skills: Survival/Improvisation. Weapon modification. Tactics. Excellent with any weapon. Moderate medical knowledge.

Traits: He knows his way around just about any situation. He doesn't like to take orders, very hardheaded. Although he is hardheaded, he is actually quite smart.

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Pump action shotgun w/ improvised bayonet. M249 LMG w/ Detachable 4x Scope, Bipod. Revolver sidearm.

Clothing: Typical Military/Survivalist uniform, with many pouches as well as camo.

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): His toolkit. His trusty revolver.

Personality: He's generally a friendly character, but in the heat of battle, or in stressful situations, he can become a bit of an [censored]. He's really talkative, which shows both in and out of battle, and likes a good conversation.

Bio (Explain their History): He was orphaned as a child of 7 or 8 years old, and left behind on the mainland. He grew up having to find creative ways to deal with situations, and eventually got the hang of surviving on his own, creating his own tools from scratch, and finding/hunting/scavenging for his own food. He travelled for about 10 years (He moved from place to place, and would stay in an area for a few months, and then continued exploring.) until he finally came across the group which called themselves The Gorillas. They found his various skills invaluable and willingly accepted him into the group. He is now one of the more respected members of the group.

Sorry to burst your bubbles guys.. But it hasn't started yet.

I will start a IC thread in the next day or two, where our posts will take place.

I also need to accept you before you can post, and Blaven, Ninja, and I'm with stupid, your all accepted.

( I guess we'll start)

Ryker awoke in what appeared to be an abandoned Security building. He felt dizzy and his vision was blurred. He couldn't remember what happened but the dry blood on the side of his head meant he must of hit the wall. He got up slowly with the help of a desk and wobbled slowly to the window. Outside the window, half of the Ark was nothing but debris. People were screaming and some of the buildings had large amounts of damage. He went back and sat in a swivle chair. The last thing he remembered was watching a gang battle between his ex gang the Black Knights and the Gorillas then all went blank. Suprisingly the electricty still worked, so he turned on the nearest computer to find what availble information he could before he left.

EDIT: dont post yet

At least there anxious to begin, mmh?

Lol, miscommunication! :facepalm:

And now our clean sign-up sheet is littered with posts.

At least I got here before everyone started posting and it got out of hand, huh?

I apologize for that Drop Dead. I started all the posting lol. I got extremely anxious. But its good that it hasnt started because i was wondering how we were going to get everyones characters to fit together in the story without a frenzy of characters at extremely different times in the story but you have a plan so whatever. Well at least it's only like 3-4 posts.

P.S. I really like how all our characters started disorientated and bashed up. It allows realistic similarity between the characters, all starting their adventures awakening from the tsunami

Yeah, how are we all going to fit in the story? Eventually, we'll have some people who happen to be on warring factions, so we cant just band together a makeshift party and raid dungeons.

Indeed they are (as am I). But first you may want to answer the question posted above ^

Thank you, but the first page or two of the thread will describe the Tsunami, (If yours character was on the ark, which mine isn't, but I will make a NPC to at least give some guidance,) Then we will fast forward five years, and see how everything has changed and whats going on, and then we're home free.




It'll be a roll of luck and chance, if we make it that far. I have something planned, but i'll keep it on the down low. You don't have to work with each other, you can if you want though, and it is your story. You might encounter them every once in a while, but makes sure to discuss these "encounters" and "friendships" with your fellow players.

Birthplace: Military base:::Classified:::Subject #200019

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): Ex-member of the Black Knights and the Gorillas. Is more of a freelance mercenary.

Name: Cris "The Whisper" Abyss

Age: 25-permanently-

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Lightly Tan Caucasian.

Appearance: He has short brown hair, a medium build: 6'1" roughly 165lbs, yet is light and incredibly strong. Noticeable tattoos on his right and left shoulders. His mask is always on, which is noticeable, but if he activates its abilities, he changes his facial features, so his clothes and tats are the only way to notice him. No ones ever seen his face under the mask.

Faction: Freelance Assassin/mercenary for Black Knights.

Occupation: Assassin/Mercenary

Skills: Reconnaissance, Information gathering, high parkour and evasive maneuvering, Assassin training since his creation. Weapons and explosives expert. Can speak in over 6 languages.

Traits: Is fairly quiet during mercenary missions. Has a strong sense of justice, and speak-when-spoken-to, however, under certain circumstance will speak his mind. Is incredibly persuasive and really an all around great agent. too bad his program was terminated due to the recent global out-breaks and budget-cuts.

Weapons: Favorite weapons are blades, He carries tucked away in his suit, 1 5" knife, has 1 custom ton fa sword, and a pouch of ninja kunai, and a medium length katana.
He also carries 2 automatic pistols with extended and extra mags. And his mask, is state of the art, allowing him to see virtually everything around him, and also allows him to change his face, aka the "Fake-Face" mask.
Also carries 1 pack of 4 grenades, sticky grenades.

Clothing: Wears The Looks pants (black and Grey), Black And Grey Spec Ops Jacket-Vest with hood (somehow torn from someone else's jacket and sown to it). Black and Grey Hockey mask.

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): His mask has been with him his entire life, even before the ark. In his left shoulder pocket, he has a picture of a girl he met on an old mission, she was the first person he was ever "real" with, he hopes to see her again when everything's over.

Personality: Quiet, calm, Doesn't generally speak unless spoken to. Has a strong sense of good/evil and only really kills a target if he deems them bad people. However, over the course of his "military" life he exhibits a strong sociopathic and psychopathic urge to kill and lust for blood-spilling. He is sort of a loner, he has a girl he wants to go back to. When part of a team or group, he exhibits "friendship," compassion and a subconsciously genuine will to be accepted. No ones seen him much, they really only see him for briefings and very little during missions. He is occasionally present during the Knights drinking and brothel-parties.

Bio (Explain their History):
Was born, Subject #200019: Agent Cris Abyss, in a Government facility on November 6th, 1991; and hasn't aged since 2015. Was part of another "super-soldier" experiment, and was trained his entire life to be just that and more. He was the only subject to fulfill his role and show good results, whereas the other subjects failed and were "sent back to the drawing board." In the end he was the only subject that they could create that was perfect. In 2012 the foretold "End of Days" began and the world was hurled into chaos, as such the Super-Soldier Program was abandoned, and he was locked up.
After a year in confinement, he escaped and traveled the world helping to restore the planet and kill the enemies of the world, so that he could continue doing the only thing he knew. Without conflict, his life meant nothing. In 2019 the Ark was built and he went to help run/protect it, and the City. The remaining civilizations couldn't house all the people who were alive, and began either killing the extras or shipping them to the Ark. Before they knew it, the Ark was over-flowing with people and no real available resources to supply them.
Naturally, Civil War broke out and nothing mattered to Cris anymore; now he had a reason to fight, now he had a purpose. He abandoned his job and post, and joined the Resistance and fought back against the Ark's main-heads during the Brink War. After the tsunami, he awakes on the shore to find his squad injured or dead. The ones alive stand to the horrible sight of the mainland. Over time a new city is built. However, it doesn't take long before there are new factions fighting for control of this new city. Cris began to try and leave the city on his own "quest" to go look for the girl he had to leave behind. However, him and his former squad-mates were attacked when they unknowingly were caught in the middle of a war between the Scorpions and the Outcasts. 4 Black Knights saved him and 2 of his squad-mates, and propositioned that they would help get revenge and figure a way to smuggle him outta town, eventually, after they got what they wanted from him.
The Black Knights at the time, were the strongest force in the whole city. However, 2 major missions failed and some of them were killed or figured they lost to much and defected to other up and coming groups. From there the war escalated and Cris was sent out by the Black Knights to infiltrate, and destroy the other groups in a last stitch effort to end the war and give them absolute control. However this war is still ongoing, and is still only beginning. Many more truth's are to be found out, and Cris will inevitably make a choice to change everything about the world and himself. He may even take what he wants, whats necessary and leave altogether.


sorry, I couldn't resist making a character. And I have a strong Creation sense when it comes to writing stories and such. I'll draw a picture later and post it.

Oh well, now I just feel stupid...

Quick question is it gonna be a group together thing, or are all these characters just running around and have the possibility to meet up?

I knew one of these would pop up..

Birthplace: ON, Canada

If an Ark survivor, original faction: Resistance

Name: Joe Devoti

Age: 21

Nationality/Race: Italian Canadian

Appearance: Olive tinged skin accompanied by short, brown, clean cut hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a chiseled jawline. 5'8", slim, and a slight build.

Faction: None

Occupation: None

Skills: Journalism, technology, and also knows his way around a gun.

Traits: Always the voice of reason in the group, and lays out clever strategies. Tends to avoid being in the spotlight, would rather support and contribute to the team instead of playing leader. Hates attention, loves a good laugh.

Weapons: Three round burst assault rifle with ACOG scope and taped mags, high accuracy, damage, and stability. Standard 9mm glock as a reliable back-up.

Clothing: Rayban frames, and a white, fitted t-shirt under light, leather armor with a large shoulder pad on his left shoulder made of thick steel, and wrapped bandages extending from his wrist to halfway down his forearm. Below that he wears slim, dark blue jeans and olive sneakers.

Misc : His trusty AR and glock and have been prepared and tucked away precisely for this type of situation.

Personality: Quite calm and collected, though has a short temper. Good-hearted and moral, he is a lover, not a fighter. He will assist anyone in need and is helpful and supportive, though worrisome.

Bio : Joe grew up in Ontario, Canada as a honor student and an all around good kid. As a child he would play videogames, get in shenanigans with his friends, and loved to be outdoors. He majored in English in college and studied to become a journalist in college. For him, life was good. All his hard work had paid finally paid off. He had a great job, a loving family, and a beautiful girlfriend. Then it happened. He dusted off his weapons and tried to keep the people he loved safe. Eventually he had to resort the last shining beacon: The Ark.

By the way, can I control two characters at once? If so, I will make a CS for his girlfriend.

- Name: Alessandro Saint

- Birthplace: City Outskirts

- Age: 19

- Nationality: Mixed Caucasian/Italian

- Appearance: Thickset, hides many muscles under his chubbiness. Stands at around six feet give or take a couple of inches and has short, ragged black hair with mud-brown eyes. His face is set in a perpetual glare because most of his childhood was spent brooding.

- Faction: Currently loyal only to himself.

- Occupation: Used to be an Inner City paramedic before the Black Knights denied his treatment of a suspect family. Now he stays around his house and practices marksmanship, occasionally providing consultation services to the local townsfolk.

- Skills: He is a trained medical professional, and can treat most non-fatal injuries. He is also good at improvisation, since proper medical supplies are extremely hard to come by. And although his eyesight isn't the best, he can be a decent marksman if the occasion calls for it.

- Traits: He is fairly fit, and can get over chest-high obstacles with a little difficulty. He is patient when not dealing directly with other people.

- Weapons: His on-the-move load out is a Gerund assault rifle with a muzzle brake, fore-grip and red dot sight. For a backup he uses a Kolt handgun with a silencer and under-barrel flashlight. He also keeps a fully loaded Drognav at his house along with a spare silencer and magnified scope.

- Clothing: He doesn't bother wearing a different shirt every day, so his entire wardrobe is simple but functional. It consists of: Two pairs of baggy gray Kevlar-weave pants, two dark red t-shirts, a white and black plaid overshirt, black steel-toe workboots and knee pads, and two pairs of drawstring shorts.

- Misc: Keeps a worn, navy blue duffel bag near his person at all times. It contains his clothing, food, and medical supplies.

- Personality: Alessandro tries to be as kind as possible, but is extremely intolerant of racists, greedy people, and evil in general. He hates being rushed and is prone to fits of rage when he does something incorrectly for an unknown reason. He is frank and brutally honest in his dealings with people, though he doesn't hesitate to apologize when necessary.

- Bio: He grew up on a small subsistence farm just outside Dystopia. The area was openly shared by two families, even though his mom and dad owned the cottage. On a cold, rainy day in September the farm was attacked by a roving band of slavers. A squad of Black Knight scouts defended his family, then helped to treat their wounds after the battle. Their medic taught him the basics of pre-hospital care and convinced him to travel back with the squad to the inner city, where he finished his training. When he got back to his home at the age of seventeen, however, his house was in ruins and his family was nowhere to be found. After searching for a week without success he finally moved back to the slums of the inner city to work under his mentor.
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(NOTE: I am prepared to change his appearance and/or any other part of this application if you guys need more info, just send me a PM and I'll get right on it.)

Before I jump in I have a question: Are we allowed to use mildly coarse language while RPing, such as the D-word, and maybe a few A-words when people get angry? The reason I'm asking is because my character is not the type to say "Aw, shucks!" when something goes wrong, it doesn't allow him to properly vent his anger.

You are usually on your own, but if your with the same faction as another player, then you very we'll might work with them. Read my above post

Anyways...

Nice CS Saint, good to have you with us, Accepted.

Joseph and Abysiz, accepted. However, Abysiz, your character seems to be a little overpowered.. Could you turn him down a couple dials?

sure, he'll drop the espionage and spying areas of his skill-set and focus on assassin and merc skills.

Weapon-wise: I'll drop the frag grenades, a knife, and a tonfa blade.

I got a lil' bit carried away.......my bad. lol.

No problem buddy, we're all a little anxious for the RP, getting carried away is just part of the fun. :happy:

I replied to Immoral Saints message and just finished editing my original post.

I can't wait for this game to come out next month. I'll draw up what my guy'll look like and maybe post it this weekend.

Sounds good.

What is the status on transportation in this post-apocalyptic vision of yours, eh? Are we back to using horses and our own trusty feet, has some engineer rigged a system of railways, or what? Alessandro will have to get back and forth from the big city to his little podunk town somehow, especially when he runs out of supplies!

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): Neutral

Name: The Shadow/ real name: Dmitri Ivanov

Age: 32

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Russian

Appearance: Oddly small build for someone from the motherland.

Faction: Origionaly the black knights. But is now neutral.

Occupation: Now works as an assasin for hire.

Skills: Pretty agile (did some hardcor parcore in moscow). Counter-intelligence and enemy observation. Marksmanship

Traits: Dosent talk if your not a customer, or if hes about to stab youin the throat.

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Berrett light rifle w/ Snoop-R scope & Ark Tactical Silencer, Sea Eagle pistol w/ Ark Tactical Silencer, his trusty Russian made knife.

Clothing: Black pants/hoodie w/ black Anger mask

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): The neclace made for him by his daughter.

Personality: You dont live long enough to find out.

Bio (Explain there History): Dmitri came to the arc after russia broke into a civil war. He brought only his daughter and a knife for protection. Everyting else had been looted from his home. Being an ex special forces soldier. He found himself being asked to join the Black Knights. He did their dirty work to support him and his daughter untill she got caught in the crossfire of some Black Knight grunts. He promptly killed them and the man they reported to, and proceded to take his pick of weapons from his armory. He vowes to take vengance on the gang that killed his daughter. To fund his persuits, he became a private assassin. He dosent care who the customer or the victim is. as long as he gets the money to pay for his vengance.

Sounds fun, mind if I join? If anything is a miss, please inform me.

Birthplace: The Ark

If an Ark survivor, original faction: N/A

Name: Sheker Sokoll

Age: 19

Nationality/Race : Kazakh

Appearance: She stands 5'7 and weighs about 120 lbs. A small and lithe frame, compact and built like a runner. Shoulder length light-brown hair, dark green eyes, white-crooked teeth. At the basics she would appear to be prettier than the average girl, a small chest and noticeable curves, though her work leaves her often covered in grime and due to food rationing she is a little bit thinner then she would like. Intricate tattoos spiral up her left arm and all around her back, covering up scarred tissue.

Faction: The Outcasts

Occupation: Medic/Surgeon

Skills: Anatomy, Hand to Hand, Internal Medicine, Surgery

Traits: Near Photographic memory, Left handed, Rubs Neck when worried.

Weapons: Scalpel. Colt Python w/ Royal Blue Finish and a 4x scope.

Clothing: White T-Shirt (often covered with blood), Gray Hoodie, Blue Jeans. Both Shirt and Sweatshirt have a red-cross painted on them.

Misc: Medical Bag, Journal, Locket.

Personality: Calm and Friendly, as she has to be when dealing with her patients. Her job requires her to be focused and determined, it gave her an iron will and a strong sense of right and wrong

Bio: Born on The Ark; Container City. She was an only child and her mother died due to birth complications. Raised by her father but being a doctor she didn't see him much, because there were simply a lot of people living on The Ark. She showed an aptitude for learning at a young age, and though many opportunities were opened, she followed in her father's footsteps.

She was well-educated in medicine by the time she was fourteen, her father declared her a prodigy, though she was no where near perfect. But with the war going on between Security, Resistance, and the Mercenaries, any help was appreciated when dealing with the heavy causalities. Then the tsunami struck, crashed The Ark.

Her father was killed in the result that followed, she badly damaged her left arm and back, it took her over a month to recover. She is still with The Ark, the remainder of people left to defend it, The Outcasts. She is one that believes that they should forget about it and leave it to rust, they should return to the land; start a new.

But some people don't see eye to eye with that reasoning, causing a split between a faction that should not be facing such a thing in such troublesome times. But that's just human nature and because of that their will always be the wounded to heal and the dead to bury. She is still learning, and though no one wants to hear that from their doctor, she makes big progress.

Birthplace: Dallas,Texas

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): originally Resistance but left to help both sides

Name:Richard Owl Sight

Age:65

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Native American

Appearance: White with a red tinted skin from years of sun and his native heritage, long raven black hair. Grey sad eyes. hunched over and uses a staff to walk. wears a tattered robe and has a broad wide brimmed circular hat. 5'10. looks like hes seen too much in his long life.

Faction: None after leaving the ark, he is looking for a non-violent group to join. He ponders going back to the ark and helping.

Occupation:Medic

Skills: Natural Cures and some minor surgery, blunt weapons experience [specifically his staff]

Traits: Can make some basic medicines out of herbs and animal parts,
Experienced combat with his staff
Refuses to use guns
Looks to avoids conflicts after seeing so many in his life
though his knife can cut through most material including metal. he only uses it for ingrediant gathering and survival. [will not ever use in combat]

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Quarter staff and a satchel which he could possibly swing.the ability to make a poison but only will uses it in the most dire of circumstances [non-lethal]. Obsidian blade can cut threw most material.

Clothing: Long tattered tan robe and a broad hat

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): Quarter staff he uses to walk and fight if it comes to it


Personality:Old and can feel it in his body and soul. But he is not depressed and hateful.He only wants to help others with his medicinal skill and hopes to find someone to pass his knowledge onto before he passes

Bio (Explain there History): Born before the ark and the terror that came from the floods, Richard remembers a time when he walked the plains of Texas with his grandfather and learned about nature and what it has to offer those who seek for help. he opened a healing practice near the red river and had a family but when the floods came he lost them. after wandering he found a small boat and eventually came upon the ark, there he joined the resistance as a medic but refused to harm others only help. After one battle in the Container City, he helped a downed security member and when the security member was rescued, Richard was given rights to enter the actual city. Upon entering he volunteered his skills to help the wounded and sick making frequent trips out to resistance controlled Territory helping there. When the Founders left and the Ark crashed upon land he left the city to wonder the wastes and try to find a place where he could pass in peace after a life of conflict.

Pretty sure we already did this.

Birthplace: Springfield, MA

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional):

Name: Aydee

Age: 20

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Caucasian

Appearance: Slim, but muscular. 5'9". Face is concealed at all times.

Faction: Resistance

Occupation: Operative for Resistance.

Skills: Hacking, Parkour, Sniping.

Traits: Good at everything he does.

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Aydee carries a compact sniper rifle along with a revolver and switchblade.

Clothing: Usually seen in tight jeans, a black v-neck shirt, comfortable boots, black, fingerless gloves, and his face covered with a custom-made, high-tech re-breather mask.

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): Lucky dog tags.

Personality: Cocky, sense of humor, but thinks before he speaks. Superiority complex.

Bio (Explain there History): Aydee was stationed in Santa Monica, CA as a Game Designer when the worldwide catastrophe occurred. He fled to the Ark just like everyone else. He had no one and trusted no one. He concealed his identity to protect it and lived for himself and only himself until the Resistance called upon the willing to fight against the Security forces. This sparked his curiosity for a life goal and dream, to one day get away from everyone and live on his own island where he could be himself and not his alias, Aydee.