Ugh, there's something I don't like about the Bio. I'll change it, if you get the same feeling as me.

Name: Gregory "Greg" Jansen

Age: 227

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Male

Appearance: Green-Brown skin
- orange eyes
- Patches of black hair around the top of his head
- Athletic build
- 5'9" tall
- 157 lbs

Personality: He's nice to fellow Ghouls, and will do many things to help them. But if a smooth-skin comes along, we'll make sure they leave in an animal's stomach.

Weapons: A rusty Flamer that's more dangerous to the holder than the enemies.

Gear/Bag: 1 extra tank of fuel, 1 bottle of water, some fruit snacks for those boring stake outs (:P)

Armor: Combat Armor shoulder pads, a brown jumpsuit with metal knee and shoulder pads

Bio: Greg hastily drove to his paranoid neighbor's house, who created a bomb shelter because of the war. The supplies down in the shelter only lasted a few months, and the small group of survivors were forced to leave their small safe Haven. As they traveled though the radiated land, in the blistering hot Sun, Greg passed out from hear exhaustion. As he fell to the ground, his motionless body rolled down a hill and directly on to a pocket of radiation. The survivors didn't want to risk the pocket, and left him for dead. Due to his fall, he suffered a serious concussion and stayed there unconscious for a very long time.

He woke up, nearly dead, in a small room. A hideous looking man claimed to have nursed him back to health. Greg, at first, jumped away from him, until he caught his own reflection in a mirror. He looked just like the man, his skin was dead and his hair was almost completely gone. Eventually, him and his savior became great friends, and they wandered the land trying to find a new home. Everyone rejected them, and the Ghoul City "Los" was too crazy for them.

After many seemingly hopeless months, they both heard of place called "The Reservation." Not too long later, they were accepted into the community, and could call it their home. Greg fights because of the smooth-skin's bigotry.

Don't worry Comedian. You may have the Flamer, I just didn't want people hauling around two Flamers and a Mini-gun. Know what I mean? Anyway, only thing I could think of that would be a problem with your Bio is maybe lack of some detail. The end seems kinda rushed, and not enough detail into what he's been up to; until the Reservation. Maybe add some detail into what he was doing before? That might help.

Edited, hopefully for the better.

Good. You are accepted Comedian.

Okay, edited my character and added a new weapon. BTW, didn't know what would be a uunderweight, so I just out what I thought seemed Underweight, but lowered it by about 15 pounds to make it seem more realistic, I guess :shrug:

Don't worry about it Iggy. Anyway, this is now locked. If you want to join, please send me a PM in the CS Template I provided on the first page. Everyone who has a character, be ready tomorrow. I will start the actual RP tomorrow. I'm to tired now.

Name: Sandra Murphy

Age: 321

Race: Ghoul

Gender: Female

Talent/Skills:
Sandra weilds two duel pistols, she is extremly accurate at close to mid range with them, she also has two trench knives and a german officers sword, for close quaters fights.

Apearence:
Sandra is very tall in comparison to most civilains, or even ghouls, she stands at 6'8 feet tall, taller than most, this coupled with her being a ghoul makes her an outcast among outcasts, her skin is relatively well kept, for a ghoul, her skin is a greenish brow, her hair was long and black, but now it has turned ghostly white.

Armour:
She wears a Long Black German Overcoat and Commisars Hat, she found whilst rummaging through the Museum of natural history, she replaced the nazi symbol with one of her own design, signifying her alliance with the Ghoul Revolt, Black combat armour, Customized Gas Mask.

Weapons:
Two WW2 german Automatic Pistols, German Officers Sword, Trench Knives for close combat melee.

Personality:
Sandra is a very serious character, personified by her atire makes her even more frightening on the battlefield, she spends most of her tome training her mind and her body, she hates slackers and once killed her own mercenary force because they spent most of thier time lazing around.

Bio:
Sandra was the daughter of a scavenger that had been killed my some mirelurks one day, she was rescued by a man named Unlucky Harith, a travelling merchant who peddled some of the finest weapons she had ever seen, most of them had been shoddy rifles and pistols sold to her father, harith took her to a town called canterbury Commons, this town had been raised out of an old destroyed town, by a man everyone called Old Man Roe, he had a son, whos name she always forgot, he was about 6 when she came to commons, she played with Old man roes son, and unlucky hariths son aswell, when she turned 18, she became a caravan guard, after a while of working the usual trade routes, Sandra and Unlucky harith were passing through the capitol, on their way to rivet city when they were attacked by a horde of vicious ghouls, Sandra fought bravely side by side Harith and his other guard, but they were outmatched, she watched as the corpses of her freind and saviour floated down the river, she tried to run but was swamped by flakeing and scalpy skin, she looked up as a freakishly glowing ghoul stepped forth and started talkign in a way she couldnt understand.

What would have been days later, Sandra awoke in what she found out later to be the old abandoned dunwich building, in her life as a traders protector, she had heard many stories about this place, but she had never imagined the horrors that took place that night, she awoke strapped to some form of glowing obelisk that was in the centre of a basemant of some form, she was surrounded by ghouls, and one stepped forth reading some form of book, he was a glowing one, and he was chanting words, Alhazred. lights flickered and beconed, as the ghouls chanted along with him, she felt something crawl up her spine, as he laid his hand on her forehead, still chanting, she screamed a scream that was so loud, she thought it would be heard throughout the wasteland. The pain going through her body was unbearable, she felt har skin bubble and flake, and saw her hair change colour before her eyes, she passed out and 2 days later awoke outside the dunwich building, she looked at herself and realised she was a ghoul...

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Good to finally rp with you again strange. Ask me to change anything if you want it changed.

Well when you said you were reviving an old character. I didn't think it would be exactly the same! Haha, maybe edit it to fit with the new CS Template. Then I'll accept you, so on and so forth.

Anymore room? I guess I got here kind of late and this RP sounds great. Probably one of the most original Rp's I've seen so far.

Got room for 1 more person?

Yeah I guess I can accept one more. Go ahead and start a CS, Jonas.

NO MORE PEOPLE!!! JONAS IS THE LAST PERSON ALLOWED FOR THE TIME.

And Deadly, you still have to edit your CS to my template.

Thank you sir, I'll get on my CS right away.

Name: Cole O'Casey
Age: 220
Race: Ghoul-Irish American (Caucasian)
Gender:Male

Appearance:
-Brown skin with flecks of dull yellow here and there.
-Completely bald
-Green eyes but very dark looking.
-Muscular, he's a bit of a brute. However, he cannot run very long distances, or very fast.
- 6'4" in height
-157 lbs
-His nose is rotted off, common among ghouls.
-His teeth are surprisingly more healthy looking than most ghouls.

Personality: Being a big brute, he is angered easily, if a smooth skin insults him or if they even look at his wrong they're dead. To his fellow ghouls, he is kind and helpful, and would die for his kin.

Weapons:
-AK-47 with extended barrel and double-drum magazine.
-Trench Knife
-Sawed-off Lever-action Winchester (think Zombieland! Tallahassee carried it)
-3 Frag Grenades
-2 Frag Mines

Gear/Bag:
-2 Bags of Brahmin Jerky
-3 Bottles of purified water
-1 Bottle of Whiskey
-4 Cans of Beans
-1 Belt for 6 clips of 7.62x39 ammo
-1 Bandoleer of 8 Pockets of 30-30 rounds.
-1 weapon cleaning kit

Armor:
-Leather armor with small steel plates reinforcing the chest, arms, and legs.
-A Raider Blastmaster Helmet.
-Wears a Wasteland Wanderer's Outfit out of combat.

Bio: When the bombs fell, Cole was working the fields with his dad and mom. The blast was only a couple miles away, so they all rushed into a small storm shelter. The blast ripped and burned across the Oklahoma fields. When Cole woke up after being knocked out by a falling timber, he heard a scream outside. His parents' skin was falling off, as well as his. Ghoulification had begun. Years went by as they tried to make it out of the irradiated areas.

Eventually, Cole's parents died of radiation sickness. Cole then spent a lot of time traveling the wastes of the US, doing various Merc missions. Cole had previously been enlisted as a Marine for 3 years, so he knew how to survive and use a gun or whatever weapon he needed. Eventually he caught up with some Mercs, who turned out to be Ghoul "exterminators".

Cole barely made it away from them alive. After each town or settlement he went to, they'd always turn him away because he was a ghoul. Hatred for the smooth skins, as other ghouls he met called them, wad growing within him. Salvation came when Cole met up with a ghoul caravan, on their way to The Reservation.

So, Cole found it, and he wanted to join the cause. His goal is to gain revenge against the bigotry ghouls have suffered.

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