» Sat Apr 06, 2013 8:18 pm This is an attempted revival at an RP from a while back, don’t know if any of the original members are still around - but for the initial idea ages back goes to Yttrium, Silly Cat, and Jonasvault101. I was apart of the rp and would like to bring it back
Credit for this opening goes to Yttrium which was done for the original thread, have made a few edits.
Plot: A group of individuals emerge from their personal bunkers shortly after The bombs fall. Sickened by The barbarism of The world they get together to build a city that would protect people form The harshness of The wastes. they must go through many challenges as The build their city, everything from food shortage to Raider attacks. There is no direct story to this apart from survival – it will be what we make of it. As the RP goes along if you have any major plot points you would like to incept in to this PM me and we can talk about it.
Setting: Kansas, a large movie theatre called The Warren. It is a massive two-story building with a massive parking lot that circles The theatre. The theater itself is situated on a plateau, overlooking The city of Belton, situated 1 mile into The city. Belton is a small city, tall buildings, lots of people, ripe for raiding parties and ghoul packs who roam The night. Belton is situated near a large river, as well as I35. A multitude of roads lead up The plateau's switchbacks to reach The grand theater. The City of Killeen is a large city that is an even larger threat. This is set to be a serious Rp, a dark gritty survival story – in other words nothing is going to be peaches and roses out there in the wastes. There will be no mutated creatures to start with, maybe something like bloatflies but that’s it. We would have things like radioactive rain to deal with ect.
Rules –
1 – Don’t Character control
2 – DON’T CHARACTER CONTROL (References FTW)
3 – HAVE FUN!
4 – half decent length posts please
5 - If you have to stop taking part let me know I won’t hold it against you we all understand RL can be a female dog
6 – Y’all know the rules anyway so why am I writing this?
Extra Stuff:
Town Bulletin-This will be located on The first page, The first post. This will bring news and other crucial info about the town. You can post
Time Warps- After a series of events or after a meeting, The time will fast forward, for The sake of realism. Building a town takes time so we need to fill The gap. these time shifts can be anywhere from 3 months to 3 years. So a young character is recommend.
Characters -
Horkerkiin
Spoiler
Name: Lori Flux
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human Caucasian
Appearance: http://www.airdecker.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/tomb-raider-2013.jpg http://unleashthefanboy.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/LaraCroft_01.jpg (Ignore weapons and the blood/dirt, no doubt at some point could end up like that though)
Personality: Lori is a rather untrusting person, it is her general belief that most people svck and are un-trust worthy, it wont be anything personal against you unless you give reason but she has not had good experiances with people to say the least. If you do become one of her friends she can be rather fun to be around but she is not afraid to speak her mind and tell you what she thinks. she is quite prone to dropping sarcastic comments but above all she is a realist, there is no point trying to sugar coat it with Lori she sees thigs for what they are. while Lori is quite feminine she is by no means a 'girly girl' and can't stand girls like that, she is also a person who is determined to do something if there is something she wants to do.
Occupation: Insurance Broker/Aspiring Actress
Skills: Lori is quite good at speaking her way into and out of things, her job as an insurance broker and her training as an actress and can usually make people believe things. Lori once spent two months out in the african bush on safari where she picked up some minor survival skill, she can bandage a wound and apply a stimpack but thats about as far as any medical treat goes. she also has some minor firearms training which her father made her do in light of the war, she can shoot a pistol and reload it, but she is by no means a good shot.
Weapons: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCYCnTuBYME/UAWlpUq1eXI/AAAAAAAAdAo/cWhXRPAVNrU/s1600/HK_USP_45_surrounded_by_.45_caliber_Hornady_TAP_%28+P%29_jacketed_hollow_point_rounds.jpg, A combat knife and a Zippo lighter
Clothing: as per the pictures above, as well as a pair of sunglasses, a lightweight tiger print scarf and a lightweight leather jacket
Name: Lori Flux
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human Caucasian
Appearance: http://www.airdecker.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/tomb-raider-2013.jpg http://unleashthefanboy.s3.amazonaws.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/LaraCroft_01.jpg (Ignore weapons and the blood/dirt, no doubt at some point could end up like that though)
Personality: Lori is a rather untrusting person, it is her general belief that most people svck and are un-trust worthy, it wont be anything personal against you unless you give reason but she has not had good experiances with people to say the least. If you do become one of her friends she can be rather fun to be around but she is not afraid to speak her mind and tell you what she thinks. she is quite prone to dropping sarcastic comments but above all she is a realist, there is no point trying to sugar coat it with Lori she sees thigs for what they are. while Lori is quite feminine she is by no means a 'girly girl' and can't stand girls like that, she is also a person who is determined to do something if there is something she wants to do.
Occupation: Insurance Broker/Aspiring Actress
Skills: Lori is quite good at speaking her way into and out of things, her job as an insurance broker and her training as an actress and can usually make people believe things. Lori once spent two months out in the african bush on safari where she picked up some minor survival skill, she can bandage a wound and apply a stimpack but thats about as far as any medical treat goes. she also has some minor firearms training which her father made her do in light of the war, she can shoot a pistol and reload it, but she is by no means a good shot.
Weapons: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TCYCnTuBYME/UAWlpUq1eXI/AAAAAAAAdAo/cWhXRPAVNrU/s1600/HK_USP_45_surrounded_by_.45_caliber_Hornady_TAP_%28+P%29_jacketed_hollow_point_rounds.jpg, A combat knife and a Zippo lighter
Clothing: as per the pictures above, as well as a pair of sunglasses, a lightweight tiger print scarf and a lightweight leather jacket
MrSmileySmile
Spoiler
Name: Collie Entragian
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: White Caucasian
Appearance: 6 foot 2 and rather large Collie gained a bit of a reputation rather quickly in life. He has a shaved head now grown slightly and a light blonde five 'o clock shadow. Given his size and appearance he has tended to be a "proving grounds" of sorts for local riff raff. At times he has won and at times he has lost, but all the activity gained him a reputation outside and he found doors closing for him.
Lately he has tried to keep his head down and hoped not to meet anyone he knows. So far so good.
Personality: Collie has a tendency to say what he means without thinking. Likely this developed because no matter what he said or did someone who came for a fight was coming for a fight regardless. When Collie realized this he started to take advantage of it. He discovered by saying just the right thing he could make others lose their cool. In the Vault Collie has been trying to get used to just talking with people without worrying about what would come after.
Skills: Collie is good at fighting and getting under others skin. He's rather observant and can quickly determine just what to say to hurt or antagonize someone.
Clothing: Beige khakis, greyish blue windbreaker, and a white t-shirt
Bio: Collie was born to his mother in October and met his father, for the first and last time, briefly in November. His mother did the best she could to support him, but with no parent at home Collie spent a lot of time with friends and often would find trouble. He did well with trouble early on and quickly got the reputation that would shape the rest of his interactions for years.
Name: Collie Entragian
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: White Caucasian
Appearance: 6 foot 2 and rather large Collie gained a bit of a reputation rather quickly in life. He has a shaved head now grown slightly and a light blonde five 'o clock shadow. Given his size and appearance he has tended to be a "proving grounds" of sorts for local riff raff. At times he has won and at times he has lost, but all the activity gained him a reputation outside and he found doors closing for him.
Lately he has tried to keep his head down and hoped not to meet anyone he knows. So far so good.
Personality: Collie has a tendency to say what he means without thinking. Likely this developed because no matter what he said or did someone who came for a fight was coming for a fight regardless. When Collie realized this he started to take advantage of it. He discovered by saying just the right thing he could make others lose their cool. In the Vault Collie has been trying to get used to just talking with people without worrying about what would come after.
Skills: Collie is good at fighting and getting under others skin. He's rather observant and can quickly determine just what to say to hurt or antagonize someone.
Clothing: Beige khakis, greyish blue windbreaker, and a white t-shirt
Bio: Collie was born to his mother in October and met his father, for the first and last time, briefly in November. His mother did the best she could to support him, but with no parent at home Collie spent a lot of time with friends and often would find trouble. He did well with trouble early on and quickly got the reputation that would shape the rest of his interactions for years.
Hircine21
Spoiler
Name: Vincent Reins&--#60;br&--#62;
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Age: 22 (Then) 25 (Currently)&--#60;br&--#62;
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Race: Caucasian&--#60;br&--#62;
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Gender: Male&--#60;br&--#62;
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Hair Color/Style: Jet Black/Shoulder Length.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Eye Color: Grey.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Skin Color: Light tan.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Facial Hair: A short stubble coming in.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Scars: None yet.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Height: 6'1&--#60;br&--#62;
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Weight/Build: 170lbs, average build.&--#60;br&--#62;
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Armor/Clothing: leather jacket, faded blue jeans, black combat boots,
green beret, mirrored sunglasses, and a pair of black leather gloves&--#60;br&--#62;
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Weapons: Bolt Action Rifle (With removable scope) the weapon is strapped onto his back, and a pair of Colt 1911's&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Personality: An outgoing soul who is trying to survive the end of the
world. Though Vincent tries to help his youth and inexperience have
caused him to make many mistakes in his short stay in the inhospitable
wasteland. Normally Vincent has tried to resolve disputes without
violence but his short time in the wastes have taught him that conflict
is normally unavoidable. Aside from his obvious shortcomings Vincent is a
quick study, learns from his mistakes, strives to better himself, and
can handle himself well in high pressure situations.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Bio: Vincent was born to fanatical parents who feared the great war with
a passion. Early in his life Vincent's parents applied for access to
one of the many vaults being built in anticipation for the conflict on
the horizon. Having no special skills and failing a psychological
evaluation Vincent's parents were denied admittance to a vault.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Not to be detoured Vincent's father began poring all of his funds into
the construction of a bomb shelter underneath the families home. While
his father focused on building a shelter&--#60;br&--#62;
his mother home schooled Vincent in mathematics, science, reading,
english, and history. After several years of excruciating labor the
shelter was completed. Vincent's parents stocked the shelter with food,
water, weapons, and many books and holodisks. Vincent's father then
began instructing his son in the ways of repair and basic gun fighting.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
On October 23 Vincent wakes up early in the afternoon to find his
parents have left to collect a few things in town. Several hours pass
then the Wichita air raid sirens blast to life informing everyone of
their impending doom. Vincent rushed towards his families bomb shelter
and hoped his parents would make it back in time. Vincent's parents
didn't return as the bombs fell.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
The next few months for Vincent were a blur, his days consisted of
reading, eating, drinking, and sleeping. Once his supplies were near
spent Vincent gathered what little was left then steeled himself for the
wasteland.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Upon exiting the shelter Vincent is quickly overwhelmed by the
destruction all around him. His families home is in shambles, the roof
has collapsed into the house, the right side has a gaping hole in it and
bricks are strewn about. Sighing to himself Vincent wanders into
Wichita hoping to encounter other survivors. Vincent quickly learns that
life in this new world is life or death when a deranged scavenger
accosts him for his rations and supplies.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Vincent attempts to reason with the deranged man but the individual
produces a knife then lunges at Vincent. Having no options left he
produces his colt and fires every round in the weapon, he continues
pulling the trigger for several minutes until he realizes the man is
dead. Realizing that he will have to kill again Vincent adapts a code
that he swears to uphold. Vincent then spends the next months scavenging
what he can to survive. With areas to scavenge from dwindling and
several ghoul attacks, Vincent prepares to move on hoping to find a
bastion of humanity...
Name: Vincent Reins&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Age: 22 (Then) 25 (Currently)&--#60;br&--#62;
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Race: Caucasian&--#60;br&--#62;
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Gender: Male&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Hair Color/Style: Jet Black/Shoulder Length.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Eye Color: Grey.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Skin Color: Light tan.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Facial Hair: A short stubble coming in.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Scars: None yet.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Height: 6'1&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Weight/Build: 170lbs, average build.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Armor/Clothing: leather jacket, faded blue jeans, black combat boots,
green beret, mirrored sunglasses, and a pair of black leather gloves&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Weapons: Bolt Action Rifle (With removable scope) the weapon is strapped onto his back, and a pair of Colt 1911's&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Personality: An outgoing soul who is trying to survive the end of the
world. Though Vincent tries to help his youth and inexperience have
caused him to make many mistakes in his short stay in the inhospitable
wasteland. Normally Vincent has tried to resolve disputes without
violence but his short time in the wastes have taught him that conflict
is normally unavoidable. Aside from his obvious shortcomings Vincent is a
quick study, learns from his mistakes, strives to better himself, and
can handle himself well in high pressure situations.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Bio: Vincent was born to fanatical parents who feared the great war with
a passion. Early in his life Vincent's parents applied for access to
one of the many vaults being built in anticipation for the conflict on
the horizon. Having no special skills and failing a psychological
evaluation Vincent's parents were denied admittance to a vault.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Not to be detoured Vincent's father began poring all of his funds into
the construction of a bomb shelter underneath the families home. While
his father focused on building a shelter&--#60;br&--#62;
his mother home schooled Vincent in mathematics, science, reading,
english, and history. After several years of excruciating labor the
shelter was completed. Vincent's parents stocked the shelter with food,
water, weapons, and many books and holodisks. Vincent's father then
began instructing his son in the ways of repair and basic gun fighting.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
On October 23 Vincent wakes up early in the afternoon to find his
parents have left to collect a few things in town. Several hours pass
then the Wichita air raid sirens blast to life informing everyone of
their impending doom. Vincent rushed towards his families bomb shelter
and hoped his parents would make it back in time. Vincent's parents
didn't return as the bombs fell.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
The next few months for Vincent were a blur, his days consisted of
reading, eating, drinking, and sleeping. Once his supplies were near
spent Vincent gathered what little was left then steeled himself for the
wasteland.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Upon exiting the shelter Vincent is quickly overwhelmed by the
destruction all around him. His families home is in shambles, the roof
has collapsed into the house, the right side has a gaping hole in it and
bricks are strewn about. Sighing to himself Vincent wanders into
Wichita hoping to encounter other survivors. Vincent quickly learns that
life in this new world is life or death when a deranged scavenger
accosts him for his rations and supplies.&--#60;br&--#62;
&--#60;br&--#62;
Vincent attempts to reason with the deranged man but the individual
produces a knife then lunges at Vincent. Having no options left he
produces his colt and fires every round in the weapon, he continues
pulling the trigger for several minutes until he realizes the man is
dead. Realizing that he will have to kill again Vincent adapts a code
that he swears to uphold. Vincent then spends the next months scavenging
what he can to survive. With areas to scavenge from dwindling and
several ghoul attacks, Vincent prepares to move on hoping to find a
bastion of humanity...
Vault ninja
Spoiler
Name: Alex Johnson
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Alex is 6'3" with brown hair and blue eyes. He is slightly muscular and in good physical shape. He has a scar going down his right cheek and je hurt his left leg in the war and walks with a slight limp.
Personality: Alex is a very funny and sarcastic person. Due to his military background he doesn't tolerate laziness and expects strict discipline. He enjoys reading, shooting at the range, and working on his cars. He enjoys big band and jaz music. He believes that war is right around the corner and has had a bunker built in his back yard that he has stocked with guns, ammo, and some radiation supplies.
Occupation: Alex is ex-military and works as a security guard.
Skills: Alex is an extremely skilled shooter, mechanic, and has basic medical training.
Weapons: M1 Garand and 2 .45 pistols
Clothing: He wears jeans and a t-shirt under a leather flight jacket.
Bio: Born on July 4, 2048, his mother died when he was three, so he was raised by his father Adam. He attended college at UGA but never finished because he was drafted to fight in the war. He returned home from the war to find that his girlfriend had left him and his dad was on his deathbed. After his father died he sold his home and moved back to his Dad's house in Belton. He looked around and was able to get a job as a security guard at one of the corporate headquarters in town. He had heard talk of war on the horizon so he decided to stock his bunker with supplies, ammo, and radiation supplies. After awhile he believed it wouldn't happen, that it was just a scare. But then it happened, the end of the world.
Name: Alex Johnson
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Alex is 6'3" with brown hair and blue eyes. He is slightly muscular and in good physical shape. He has a scar going down his right cheek and je hurt his left leg in the war and walks with a slight limp.
Personality: Alex is a very funny and sarcastic person. Due to his military background he doesn't tolerate laziness and expects strict discipline. He enjoys reading, shooting at the range, and working on his cars. He enjoys big band and jaz music. He believes that war is right around the corner and has had a bunker built in his back yard that he has stocked with guns, ammo, and some radiation supplies.
Occupation: Alex is ex-military and works as a security guard.
Skills: Alex is an extremely skilled shooter, mechanic, and has basic medical training.
Weapons: M1 Garand and 2 .45 pistols
Clothing: He wears jeans and a t-shirt under a leather flight jacket.
Bio: Born on July 4, 2048, his mother died when he was three, so he was raised by his father Adam. He attended college at UGA but never finished because he was drafted to fight in the war. He returned home from the war to find that his girlfriend had left him and his dad was on his deathbed. After his father died he sold his home and moved back to his Dad's house in Belton. He looked around and was able to get a job as a security guard at one of the corporate headquarters in town. He had heard talk of war on the horizon so he decided to stock his bunker with supplies, ammo, and radiation supplies. After awhile he believed it wouldn't happen, that it was just a scare. But then it happened, the end of the world.
Cineres
Spoiler
Name: Thomas Cook
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian.
http://i1015.photobucket.com/albums/af273/xBenji65/Skins/081.jpg Cook is of average height, standing at around five foot ten inches tall. He has a slightly muscular and athletic build and a rough face that often makes him look a little older than he actually is. He has rather pale skin and light brown hair that is more often than not unkempt and messy, much like everything else about the troubled teenager. He typically has a look on his face that makes him look angry or emotionally down but can still manage to put on a grin that makes him look like he doesn't have a care in the world when he's either extremely happy or is simply just trying to cheer someone up or lead someone on. Overall he isn't a bad looking young man, but has a couple of scars on his body that shouldn't be on one so young. He also has a few tattoos, these ranging from a large cross on the left side of his torso, to two decorated gravestones on his back with John and Mary Cook on and a mustache on the side of his right index finger.
Personality: Cook is a loudmouth and is often brash and arrogant. He doesn't really show any sort of care for himself or others and often gets into trouble for his self-destructive behavior. He often comes across as confident and sometimes even happy, but his whole outgoing and loud nature is just a shield for his actual emotions and feelings. Cook is deeply depressed and has almost zero self esteem, he loathes himself and blames himself for everything bad that happens whilst he's around, even if it isn't his fault. Because of this he has long since adopted a careless nature. He will act often without thought for his own well being and can be extremely rude and often insulting. Behind this though he is actually not all that bad. He actually deeply cares for those who get close enough to him and will go to great lengths to defend them. Finally he has a soft spot for those who have no one else; the unloved, unwanted and unappreciated.
Occupation: Locksmiths Assistant
Skills: Due to the nature of his fathers work Cook can pick most regular locks with ease, often making money off this skill even before the bombs fell.
Weapons: Cook carries a http://www.smith-wesson.com/wcsstore/SmWesson2/upload/images/firearms/zoom_lg/170292_01_lg.jpg he will find near the start of the RP and a http://www.bladesandbows.co.uk/ekmps/shops/bladesbows/images/metolius-folding-blade-1616-p.jpg.
Clothing: Cook wears a dark green polo type shirt he can button up to almost conceal his face, he wears baggy dark blue jeans held up by a black belt and white sneakers.
Bio: Cook's parents were both hardworking, intelligent and law abiding people. John; his father made a reasonably decent living as a locksmith whom without the luxury of an invented lock picking gun made a nice bit of money from picking peoples locks for them when they locked themselves out of their homes or cars and also designing and cutting new locks and keys. Mary; his mother was a nurse whom despite not making anywhere near the amount her husband made still brought in a good bonus to their income. With both of his parents working Cook definitely wasn't a child hard done by. He had two very loving parents and a decent amount of wealth to grow up with.
Although tragedy struck when Cook was only five years old. His mother passed away, killed by an unknown illness. It was extremely hard on Cook's father, having to both deal with the love of his life's death, raise a five year old son and work to put food on their table. For a couple of years their income dropped dramatically, despite John doing what he could to make money the loss of his wife weighed heavily on him and he never could find the enthusiasm he once did for hard work. Despite this he raised Cook pretty well, making sure he went to school every day and doing his best to teach him what he could about being a man.
As Cook got older he found that he was an intelligent lad, despite never really being all that interested in school he found himself more often than not getting decent grades. It was when he was around thirteen that he first found an interest in lock picking. One day he asked his father whether he could teach him the basics and maybe then he could help his father with the work he often got picking people's locks to let them into their own properties. John did teach his son what he could and after about a year Cook could pick a decent amount of locks and had even learnt the basics of smithing whilst spending so much time with his father.
Despite the healthy home life Cook was never really well behaved at school. He messed around a lot and got in a fair bit of trouble. The final straw came when another student insulted Cook's mother. The angry lad broke into the other boy's locker, dousing it with Vodka and lighting it on fire along with all the kids possessions. When the boy confronted Cook about it, once again insulting his family Cook cracked the boy in the face, breaking his nose. Cook was soon expelled and out of an education he found himself spending near all of his time at home.
He honed his lock picking skills and even started helping his father cut new locks and keys. It wasn't actually bad, and with both men working the business they actually started making a nice bit of money again. Even paying off the mortgage on their house. Once again though, tragedy struck. John died of a brain tumor when Cook was only sixteen. Now an orphan Cook was eventually placed in a foster home, pending his eighteenth birthday when he would be eligible to receive the things his father left him in his will.
Cook did not have good experiences in the half a dozen foster homes he was placed in. In the duration of the next couple of years he was moved from home to home and the boy gradually became colder and colder. The anger and depression grew until Cook was pretty much hollow. Eventually though his eighteenth birthday came and he finally received what his father had left him. The young man was now the owner of a house, a small business and a couple of thousand dollars, along with a bunch of other items his father left him.
It was okay from then on, Cook still felt empty but at least he had things to take his mind off it. His father had even fully prepared a Fallout shelter deep beneath their house. A door lead down from the basemant even deeper into the ground. His father had always prepared for the worst and the bunker was fully stocked with everything two men would need to survive a nothing short of a year in the bunker.
Name: Thomas Cook
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian.
http://i1015.photobucket.com/albums/af273/xBenji65/Skins/081.jpg Cook is of average height, standing at around five foot ten inches tall. He has a slightly muscular and athletic build and a rough face that often makes him look a little older than he actually is. He has rather pale skin and light brown hair that is more often than not unkempt and messy, much like everything else about the troubled teenager. He typically has a look on his face that makes him look angry or emotionally down but can still manage to put on a grin that makes him look like he doesn't have a care in the world when he's either extremely happy or is simply just trying to cheer someone up or lead someone on. Overall he isn't a bad looking young man, but has a couple of scars on his body that shouldn't be on one so young. He also has a few tattoos, these ranging from a large cross on the left side of his torso, to two decorated gravestones on his back with John and Mary Cook on and a mustache on the side of his right index finger.
Personality: Cook is a loudmouth and is often brash and arrogant. He doesn't really show any sort of care for himself or others and often gets into trouble for his self-destructive behavior. He often comes across as confident and sometimes even happy, but his whole outgoing and loud nature is just a shield for his actual emotions and feelings. Cook is deeply depressed and has almost zero self esteem, he loathes himself and blames himself for everything bad that happens whilst he's around, even if it isn't his fault. Because of this he has long since adopted a careless nature. He will act often without thought for his own well being and can be extremely rude and often insulting. Behind this though he is actually not all that bad. He actually deeply cares for those who get close enough to him and will go to great lengths to defend them. Finally he has a soft spot for those who have no one else; the unloved, unwanted and unappreciated.
Occupation: Locksmiths Assistant
Skills: Due to the nature of his fathers work Cook can pick most regular locks with ease, often making money off this skill even before the bombs fell.
Weapons: Cook carries a http://www.smith-wesson.com/wcsstore/SmWesson2/upload/images/firearms/zoom_lg/170292_01_lg.jpg he will find near the start of the RP and a http://www.bladesandbows.co.uk/ekmps/shops/bladesbows/images/metolius-folding-blade-1616-p.jpg.
Clothing: Cook wears a dark green polo type shirt he can button up to almost conceal his face, he wears baggy dark blue jeans held up by a black belt and white sneakers.
Bio: Cook's parents were both hardworking, intelligent and law abiding people. John; his father made a reasonably decent living as a locksmith whom without the luxury of an invented lock picking gun made a nice bit of money from picking peoples locks for them when they locked themselves out of their homes or cars and also designing and cutting new locks and keys. Mary; his mother was a nurse whom despite not making anywhere near the amount her husband made still brought in a good bonus to their income. With both of his parents working Cook definitely wasn't a child hard done by. He had two very loving parents and a decent amount of wealth to grow up with.
Although tragedy struck when Cook was only five years old. His mother passed away, killed by an unknown illness. It was extremely hard on Cook's father, having to both deal with the love of his life's death, raise a five year old son and work to put food on their table. For a couple of years their income dropped dramatically, despite John doing what he could to make money the loss of his wife weighed heavily on him and he never could find the enthusiasm he once did for hard work. Despite this he raised Cook pretty well, making sure he went to school every day and doing his best to teach him what he could about being a man.
As Cook got older he found that he was an intelligent lad, despite never really being all that interested in school he found himself more often than not getting decent grades. It was when he was around thirteen that he first found an interest in lock picking. One day he asked his father whether he could teach him the basics and maybe then he could help his father with the work he often got picking people's locks to let them into their own properties. John did teach his son what he could and after about a year Cook could pick a decent amount of locks and had even learnt the basics of smithing whilst spending so much time with his father.
Despite the healthy home life Cook was never really well behaved at school. He messed around a lot and got in a fair bit of trouble. The final straw came when another student insulted Cook's mother. The angry lad broke into the other boy's locker, dousing it with Vodka and lighting it on fire along with all the kids possessions. When the boy confronted Cook about it, once again insulting his family Cook cracked the boy in the face, breaking his nose. Cook was soon expelled and out of an education he found himself spending near all of his time at home.
He honed his lock picking skills and even started helping his father cut new locks and keys. It wasn't actually bad, and with both men working the business they actually started making a nice bit of money again. Even paying off the mortgage on their house. Once again though, tragedy struck. John died of a brain tumor when Cook was only sixteen. Now an orphan Cook was eventually placed in a foster home, pending his eighteenth birthday when he would be eligible to receive the things his father left him in his will.
Cook did not have good experiences in the half a dozen foster homes he was placed in. In the duration of the next couple of years he was moved from home to home and the boy gradually became colder and colder. The anger and depression grew until Cook was pretty much hollow. Eventually though his eighteenth birthday came and he finally received what his father had left him. The young man was now the owner of a house, a small business and a couple of thousand dollars, along with a bunch of other items his father left him.
It was okay from then on, Cook still felt empty but at least he had things to take his mind off it. His father had even fully prepared a Fallout shelter deep beneath their house. A door lead down from the basemant even deeper into the ground. His father had always prepared for the worst and the bunker was fully stocked with everything two men would need to survive a nothing short of a year in the bunker.
Tiberius67
Spoiler
Name: Charles Lewis
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: 5”10, brown hair, blue eyes. Ruggedly handsome, he is in top physical condition as would be expected of a serving military officer.
Personality: His time as an Air Force Officer has made him a “Work Hard, play hard” kind of guy. Generally a happy-go-lucky guy who likes to party, on duty he is strict, taciturn, and ruthless in carrying out his orders. His experiences since the War haunt him to an extent.
Occupation: USAF Pilot
Skills: Highly proficient aircraft pilot with thousands of flying hours, rated to fly strategic bombers. While not of direct use in a post-nuclear World, his Pre-War occupation has given him a useful knowledge of Repair and Science (slanted towards electronic and mechanical aircraft maintenance and computers). Years of being a military officer have given him a good Speech skill. Skilled with Small Arms, with an emphasis on pistols. Sat through a three hour familiarization course on Big Guns when a cadet at the Air Force Academy. Explosives knowledge is limited to nuclear weapons delivered by aircraft. Knows basic First Aid and Survival from military training courses.
Tag Skills: Science, Repair, Small Arms.
Weapons: Carries his issue .45 Automatic and Survival/Combat Knife. Also uses a Police Pistol and Marksman Carbine he found left behind in the Base Armory. Has two more .45s wrapped up in his pack for spare parts/trade goods.
Clothing: Mercenary Grunt outfit or his flight suit, with his leather Bomber jacket, Ray-Bans and a Air Force officer’s cap.
Bio: Born in Scranton, PA in 2037. US Air Force Academy Class of 2059, graduated 2nd in his class. After Flight training, was selected for the elite Strategic Air Command, and trained as a bomber pilot. Steadily rose through the ranks, rising to the rank of Colonel by the time of the War. Rotated to the Pentagon in 2075 to the SAC liaison office. After the President and many senior military and civilian leaders disappeared without explanation (they had re-located to the Oil Rig, anticipating the War), Lewis was re-assigned to command an active squadron, the 486th Strategic Bomber Squadron, at Bergstrom AFB outside of Austin, TX. Incidentally, this caused a separation from his wife, Delores, who did not want to leave the Washington, DC area or could stand the rigorous duty schedule she knew he would be living under. Traveling to Texas alone, he threw himself into his work. When the war came, he led his fifteen aircraft squadron to execute nuclear strikes on China. Six aircraft returned from the mission to find Austin had been hit by Chinese nuclear weapons, but Bergstrom AFB was still operational. The Squadron was ordered to stand by for a follow-up strike by SAC HQ in Offut AFB, but a late Chinese ICBM strike on the fortified HQ bunker ensured the order would never come. Lewis and the Wing Commander decided executing a strike on their own initiative was a waste of time and men, and turned the resources under their command towards aiding the local Civil Defense in establishing a emergency government and performing disaster relief.
Those efforts were sadly futile, as desertion and increasing radiation began to take it’s toll. In addition, Lewis was exposed to a new and terrifying phenomenon. They had all returned from China showing signs of radiation sickness, but only a few had been exposed to extremely high doses of radiation. Most died, but some got better….sort of. Except for one, they went insane and attacked anyone around them who wasn't inflicted and tried to eat them, and had to be killed. The Base doctors had no explanation, the single survivor who survived with his mind intact was locked up for observation. But over the next few weeks, others both on the Base and in Austin, began to transform as well.....and tensions skyrocketed.
Lewis realized the end had come when in the dead of night, most of the remaining men looted the base Armory then deserted, fleeing South to avoid contracting the "zombie disease". The Wing Commander, despondent over the breakdown of discipline and seeing the signs of the disease in himself, committed suicide. After this, it was every man for himself, and the remaining personnel wandered off or died from radiation poisoning or their own hand....or changed and had to be dealt with. Eventually, only Lewis and a handful of airmen remained. After releasing the men who had been afflicted from the mystery disease without going mad from confinement, they unloaded the active nuclear devices from the remaining bombers, disarmed the weapons and returned them to their storage bunker deep underground, then destroyed it so no one could stumble across and use them. Then they scavenged what supplies remained and walked away, alone or in pairs, unsure of what they would find, but certain it had to be better than Bergstrom. Finding that the Emergency Government HQ in Austin was abandoned, and much of the now deserted city was now overrun with the "zombies", Lewis decided to head north
Name: Charles Lewis
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: 5”10, brown hair, blue eyes. Ruggedly handsome, he is in top physical condition as would be expected of a serving military officer.
Personality: His time as an Air Force Officer has made him a “Work Hard, play hard” kind of guy. Generally a happy-go-lucky guy who likes to party, on duty he is strict, taciturn, and ruthless in carrying out his orders. His experiences since the War haunt him to an extent.
Occupation: USAF Pilot
Skills: Highly proficient aircraft pilot with thousands of flying hours, rated to fly strategic bombers. While not of direct use in a post-nuclear World, his Pre-War occupation has given him a useful knowledge of Repair and Science (slanted towards electronic and mechanical aircraft maintenance and computers). Years of being a military officer have given him a good Speech skill. Skilled with Small Arms, with an emphasis on pistols. Sat through a three hour familiarization course on Big Guns when a cadet at the Air Force Academy. Explosives knowledge is limited to nuclear weapons delivered by aircraft. Knows basic First Aid and Survival from military training courses.
Tag Skills: Science, Repair, Small Arms.
Weapons: Carries his issue .45 Automatic and Survival/Combat Knife. Also uses a Police Pistol and Marksman Carbine he found left behind in the Base Armory. Has two more .45s wrapped up in his pack for spare parts/trade goods.
Clothing: Mercenary Grunt outfit or his flight suit, with his leather Bomber jacket, Ray-Bans and a Air Force officer’s cap.
Bio: Born in Scranton, PA in 2037. US Air Force Academy Class of 2059, graduated 2nd in his class. After Flight training, was selected for the elite Strategic Air Command, and trained as a bomber pilot. Steadily rose through the ranks, rising to the rank of Colonel by the time of the War. Rotated to the Pentagon in 2075 to the SAC liaison office. After the President and many senior military and civilian leaders disappeared without explanation (they had re-located to the Oil Rig, anticipating the War), Lewis was re-assigned to command an active squadron, the 486th Strategic Bomber Squadron, at Bergstrom AFB outside of Austin, TX. Incidentally, this caused a separation from his wife, Delores, who did not want to leave the Washington, DC area or could stand the rigorous duty schedule she knew he would be living under. Traveling to Texas alone, he threw himself into his work. When the war came, he led his fifteen aircraft squadron to execute nuclear strikes on China. Six aircraft returned from the mission to find Austin had been hit by Chinese nuclear weapons, but Bergstrom AFB was still operational. The Squadron was ordered to stand by for a follow-up strike by SAC HQ in Offut AFB, but a late Chinese ICBM strike on the fortified HQ bunker ensured the order would never come. Lewis and the Wing Commander decided executing a strike on their own initiative was a waste of time and men, and turned the resources under their command towards aiding the local Civil Defense in establishing a emergency government and performing disaster relief.
Those efforts were sadly futile, as desertion and increasing radiation began to take it’s toll. In addition, Lewis was exposed to a new and terrifying phenomenon. They had all returned from China showing signs of radiation sickness, but only a few had been exposed to extremely high doses of radiation. Most died, but some got better….sort of. Except for one, they went insane and attacked anyone around them who wasn't inflicted and tried to eat them, and had to be killed. The Base doctors had no explanation, the single survivor who survived with his mind intact was locked up for observation. But over the next few weeks, others both on the Base and in Austin, began to transform as well.....and tensions skyrocketed.
Lewis realized the end had come when in the dead of night, most of the remaining men looted the base Armory then deserted, fleeing South to avoid contracting the "zombie disease". The Wing Commander, despondent over the breakdown of discipline and seeing the signs of the disease in himself, committed suicide. After this, it was every man for himself, and the remaining personnel wandered off or died from radiation poisoning or their own hand....or changed and had to be dealt with. Eventually, only Lewis and a handful of airmen remained. After releasing the men who had been afflicted from the mystery disease without going mad from confinement, they unloaded the active nuclear devices from the remaining bombers, disarmed the weapons and returned them to their storage bunker deep underground, then destroyed it so no one could stumble across and use them. Then they scavenged what supplies remained and walked away, alone or in pairs, unsure of what they would find, but certain it had to be better than Bergstrom. Finding that the Emergency Government HQ in Austin was abandoned, and much of the now deserted city was now overrun with the "zombies", Lewis decided to head north
Fisheye98
Spoiler
Name: Ismaeli Call
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Ismaeli is a massive individual, standing six feet and four inches (half a foot above the average height) and weighing 235 pounds. The man is a mass of muscle, almost completely absent of body fat. His build is highly athletic, with wide shoulders and a slim (for his size) waist. The reason for his large size is a cocktail of Samoan ancestry and birth defects (If you think I'm being unrealistic look up some Samoan athletes
). Ismaeli's skin tone is a light brown color (Samoan-Caucasian mix). Traditional black Samoan tattoos stretch from his upper chest to his left wrist and up the left side of his neck. The young man's black hair is short and naturally spiky and his face is devoid of facial hair. Ismaeli's head is generally large an His features are broad. A wide, pronounced jaw and dimpled chin sit on his face below a slightly crooked nose. His eyes are quite massive, round things, able to express emotion so clearly that it is sometimes almost as understandable as if he were speaking. His eye color is a light brown color that is very similar to his skin color. His mouth is similarly large and lined by large, white, and, at places, chipped teeth. When Ismaeli smiles it's quite the sight, as it takes up a large amount of space on his already large face. The large man walks with a slight, adopted swagger to his step, a result of working in a bar for a few years.
Personality: Ismaeli is, above all else, extremely loyal. As a child he was bullied to a breaking point. Looking back on this he sees that he could have managed so much better if he had had a good friend and protector at his side. Now grown, Ismaeli has promised to be that protector and friend for any in need. Ismaeli can also come off as unpredictable because of his lack of warning before he acts. He also takes great offense to any insult to his condition and usually solves his problems with violence, finding it the only reliable way to end trouble.
Skills: Ismaeli's biggest asset is his raw strength and size. The massive man can effectively wield both melee weapons or fight unarmed (though he has much more experience with his fists). In close combat he uses his superior reach to keep enemies at bay and can easily level someone in a single strike. He also has a high stamina level and, while he can't run very fast, can keep on going for long periods of time. Because of his disability Ismaeli has learned to use his vision much more and is generally more observant than the average person. He knows ASL (American Sign Language) and can read a few words on other people's lips (emphasis on a few, he still probably won't understand you at all). He can also feel vibrations and the like much better than the average person.
Ismaeli has shot guns with friends before and knows how to operate one but practice very often and is probably a less-than-average marksman. Ismaeli is almost obsessive when it comes to physical fitness and enjoys everything from lifting to soccer to hiking. He knows a little bit about the wilderness and a few survival techniques.
Weaknesses: Ismaeli is 100% Deaf. Because he has been Deaf since birth he can't speak orally at all.
Profession: Bar bouncer/ Boxer
Weapons: In the beginning Ismaeli will tote around a fire axe and a survival knife. The axe has a good bit of weight behind it and is a little bit scraqed up from being outside during Armageddon. The knife, on the other hand, is a pristine piece of equipment. The entire knife is about 14 inches long with the blade being stainless steel and the grip being securely wrapped in easy-to-grip cord. The back-lower edge of the blade is a saw blade with the rest being sharp and smooth. Everything on the knife, save the blade-edge itself, is a gray-black color.
Apparel: Ismaeli wears a grey-black, tight fitting sweater on his torso and durable dark blue jeans on his legs. Heavy steel-toed, brown leather work boots encompass his feet and a shining, silver, motion-powered watch rests on his left wrist.
History: Ismaeli's parents met on West Samoa. His father was a well off Caucasian American and his mother was a middle class Samoan. The odd couple married and moved back to his father's home in Springfield, Illionois. Afterward the married couple had their first and only son after a few miscarriages, Ismaeli. The two were overjoyed when the baby was born but before long it became evident that he was Deaf. Ismaeli's parents were determined to give him a normal life despite this and raised him just like any other kid. When it came time for school his parents sent him off to a public school with all the other kids. Pre-school, Kindergarten, and 1st grade all turned out fine for Ismaeli. He received written notes and learned on the same level as all of his peers.
But when second grade came Ismaeli started to see the first stages of bullying. As he learned to read lips he soon found kids constantly making fun of him. They spoke about him as if he was a dog, saying insults to his face simply because he couldn't hear them. Ismaeli didn't complain, though, and continued into his third and fourth grade years, trying to ignore everyone. It worked for a while until the bullying turned and became physical. The boy, who had not yet gotten his massive size, oftentimes found himself attacked in school by large groups of kids. Ismaeli tried not to complain but one day when he came back home with a broken nose his parents took notice.
His parents spoke to many of the other children's parents, thinking that it would help. It didn't, however. The children who were scolded and punished by their parents came back to Ismaeli with hate in their eyes. The young Deaf child was beaten harder than he ever had been beaten before. The beatings continued at this level for a long time. Ismaeli had no real friends, all of the other children either not liking the idea of a friend who didn't speak or fearing what would happen if they took his side in things.
The young boy became an outcast and a recluse, never even glancing at others and always acting as if he had been defeated. After a while his parents even accepted it, ignoring his bruises and refusing to take him out of school or transfer him somewhere else. Ismaeli fell into a sort of depression, having no one to turn to in his time of need and no way out of his torture. He spent all of his time alone doing pointless things, like fantasizing his rescue from being tormented and making up imaginary friends to replace the ones that weren't there.
Ismaeli continued his sad way of life until he turned twelve years old and entered the seventh grade (correct? Sure.). Suddenly the boy broke. No one thing set him off, but rather a collection of years of torment and scorn. The boy simply shut down, not eating or showing interest for anything. His parents were immediately concerned and brought him to the doctor who then pointed them to a therapist. The therapist told Ismaeli's parents that the boy was in some form of shock and asked them to take him away from the source and give him more attention.
So the married couple took him out of school, first with a doctor's note and then simply homeschooling him. They felt disgusted with themselves at how they had not played attention to their child in his time of need. Because of this they smothered and spoiled him with a great deal of material goods and attention. Slowly Ismaeli awoke from his shock and went back to normal, at least as normal as he had ever been. The Calls kept him out of school, deciding to homeschool him until they felt he could handle himself.
While the couple smothered Ismaeli he seethed under their love. Instead of accepting it Ismaeli snapped at them with every possible low shot he could, not forgiving them for what they did. He finally hit his growth spurt, a bit too late to help anything. As the boy grew rapidly he started working out and watching his diet, having nothing else to fill his time with. His life still remained dreary, just with less bruises and cuts.
Before long the time came for High School. His parents decided that he would handle himself better this time around and sent him back to school, but this time with a translator his age from within the school. The other boy's name was Justin, an intelligent, outgoing person with a taste for mischief. At first Ismaeli hated him just to spite his parents. But then he soon found out that Justin genuinely wanted to help. Unlike everyone else the boy didn't bully or ignore the Deaf teen.
For the first time in his life Ismaeli found an actual friend. He never left Justin's side, not just because he was his translator but also because the two defended each other and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Ismaeli became fiercely loyal towards his smaller friend and the two helped each other work their way up through school. When they graduated the two moved off to Kansas/Texas (?) and became roommates. While Justin attended a nearby college Ismaeli found woke as a bar bouncer with a side job as a local boxer.
Ismaeli started helping out around the community, taking a few bullied kids under his wing. He became a somewhat normal person, going out and actually having fun with life. This happiness continued until 2077, When the bombs dropped. When fire rained from the skys and swallowed the Earth Ismaeli tucked himself away in Justin and his' personal bomb shelter. Justin was in Italy at the time, celebrating his college graduation with a few classmates.
Name: Ismaeli Call
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Ismaeli is a massive individual, standing six feet and four inches (half a foot above the average height) and weighing 235 pounds. The man is a mass of muscle, almost completely absent of body fat. His build is highly athletic, with wide shoulders and a slim (for his size) waist. The reason for his large size is a cocktail of Samoan ancestry and birth defects (If you think I'm being unrealistic look up some Samoan athletes
). Ismaeli's skin tone is a light brown color (Samoan-Caucasian mix). Traditional black Samoan tattoos stretch from his upper chest to his left wrist and up the left side of his neck. The young man's black hair is short and naturally spiky and his face is devoid of facial hair. Ismaeli's head is generally large an His features are broad. A wide, pronounced jaw and dimpled chin sit on his face below a slightly crooked nose. His eyes are quite massive, round things, able to express emotion so clearly that it is sometimes almost as understandable as if he were speaking. His eye color is a light brown color that is very similar to his skin color. His mouth is similarly large and lined by large, white, and, at places, chipped teeth. When Ismaeli smiles it's quite the sight, as it takes up a large amount of space on his already large face. The large man walks with a slight, adopted swagger to his step, a result of working in a bar for a few years.Personality: Ismaeli is, above all else, extremely loyal. As a child he was bullied to a breaking point. Looking back on this he sees that he could have managed so much better if he had had a good friend and protector at his side. Now grown, Ismaeli has promised to be that protector and friend for any in need. Ismaeli can also come off as unpredictable because of his lack of warning before he acts. He also takes great offense to any insult to his condition and usually solves his problems with violence, finding it the only reliable way to end trouble.
Skills: Ismaeli's biggest asset is his raw strength and size. The massive man can effectively wield both melee weapons or fight unarmed (though he has much more experience with his fists). In close combat he uses his superior reach to keep enemies at bay and can easily level someone in a single strike. He also has a high stamina level and, while he can't run very fast, can keep on going for long periods of time. Because of his disability Ismaeli has learned to use his vision much more and is generally more observant than the average person. He knows ASL (American Sign Language) and can read a few words on other people's lips (emphasis on a few, he still probably won't understand you at all). He can also feel vibrations and the like much better than the average person.
Ismaeli has shot guns with friends before and knows how to operate one but practice very often and is probably a less-than-average marksman. Ismaeli is almost obsessive when it comes to physical fitness and enjoys everything from lifting to soccer to hiking. He knows a little bit about the wilderness and a few survival techniques.
Weaknesses: Ismaeli is 100% Deaf. Because he has been Deaf since birth he can't speak orally at all.
Profession: Bar bouncer/ Boxer
Weapons: In the beginning Ismaeli will tote around a fire axe and a survival knife. The axe has a good bit of weight behind it and is a little bit scraqed up from being outside during Armageddon. The knife, on the other hand, is a pristine piece of equipment. The entire knife is about 14 inches long with the blade being stainless steel and the grip being securely wrapped in easy-to-grip cord. The back-lower edge of the blade is a saw blade with the rest being sharp and smooth. Everything on the knife, save the blade-edge itself, is a gray-black color.
Apparel: Ismaeli wears a grey-black, tight fitting sweater on his torso and durable dark blue jeans on his legs. Heavy steel-toed, brown leather work boots encompass his feet and a shining, silver, motion-powered watch rests on his left wrist.
History: Ismaeli's parents met on West Samoa. His father was a well off Caucasian American and his mother was a middle class Samoan. The odd couple married and moved back to his father's home in Springfield, Illionois. Afterward the married couple had their first and only son after a few miscarriages, Ismaeli. The two were overjoyed when the baby was born but before long it became evident that he was Deaf. Ismaeli's parents were determined to give him a normal life despite this and raised him just like any other kid. When it came time for school his parents sent him off to a public school with all the other kids. Pre-school, Kindergarten, and 1st grade all turned out fine for Ismaeli. He received written notes and learned on the same level as all of his peers.
But when second grade came Ismaeli started to see the first stages of bullying. As he learned to read lips he soon found kids constantly making fun of him. They spoke about him as if he was a dog, saying insults to his face simply because he couldn't hear them. Ismaeli didn't complain, though, and continued into his third and fourth grade years, trying to ignore everyone. It worked for a while until the bullying turned and became physical. The boy, who had not yet gotten his massive size, oftentimes found himself attacked in school by large groups of kids. Ismaeli tried not to complain but one day when he came back home with a broken nose his parents took notice.
His parents spoke to many of the other children's parents, thinking that it would help. It didn't, however. The children who were scolded and punished by their parents came back to Ismaeli with hate in their eyes. The young Deaf child was beaten harder than he ever had been beaten before. The beatings continued at this level for a long time. Ismaeli had no real friends, all of the other children either not liking the idea of a friend who didn't speak or fearing what would happen if they took his side in things.
The young boy became an outcast and a recluse, never even glancing at others and always acting as if he had been defeated. After a while his parents even accepted it, ignoring his bruises and refusing to take him out of school or transfer him somewhere else. Ismaeli fell into a sort of depression, having no one to turn to in his time of need and no way out of his torture. He spent all of his time alone doing pointless things, like fantasizing his rescue from being tormented and making up imaginary friends to replace the ones that weren't there.
Ismaeli continued his sad way of life until he turned twelve years old and entered the seventh grade (correct? Sure.). Suddenly the boy broke. No one thing set him off, but rather a collection of years of torment and scorn. The boy simply shut down, not eating or showing interest for anything. His parents were immediately concerned and brought him to the doctor who then pointed them to a therapist. The therapist told Ismaeli's parents that the boy was in some form of shock and asked them to take him away from the source and give him more attention.
So the married couple took him out of school, first with a doctor's note and then simply homeschooling him. They felt disgusted with themselves at how they had not played attention to their child in his time of need. Because of this they smothered and spoiled him with a great deal of material goods and attention. Slowly Ismaeli awoke from his shock and went back to normal, at least as normal as he had ever been. The Calls kept him out of school, deciding to homeschool him until they felt he could handle himself.
While the couple smothered Ismaeli he seethed under their love. Instead of accepting it Ismaeli snapped at them with every possible low shot he could, not forgiving them for what they did. He finally hit his growth spurt, a bit too late to help anything. As the boy grew rapidly he started working out and watching his diet, having nothing else to fill his time with. His life still remained dreary, just with less bruises and cuts.
Before long the time came for High School. His parents decided that he would handle himself better this time around and sent him back to school, but this time with a translator his age from within the school. The other boy's name was Justin, an intelligent, outgoing person with a taste for mischief. At first Ismaeli hated him just to spite his parents. But then he soon found out that Justin genuinely wanted to help. Unlike everyone else the boy didn't bully or ignore the Deaf teen.
For the first time in his life Ismaeli found an actual friend. He never left Justin's side, not just because he was his translator but also because the two defended each other and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Ismaeli became fiercely loyal towards his smaller friend and the two helped each other work their way up through school. When they graduated the two moved off to Kansas/Texas (?) and became roommates. While Justin attended a nearby college Ismaeli found woke as a bar bouncer with a side job as a local boxer.
Ismaeli started helping out around the community, taking a few bullied kids under his wing. He became a somewhat normal person, going out and actually having fun with life. This happiness continued until 2077, When the bombs dropped. When fire rained from the skys and swallowed the Earth Ismaeli tucked himself away in Justin and his' personal bomb shelter. Justin was in Italy at the time, celebrating his college graduation with a few classmates.
Unconcluded
Spoiler
Name: Joshua "Josh" Harris
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian
Appearance: Josh is a rather muscular and fit boy, thanks to going to the gym lots before the bombs fell. He also spent quite a lot of time in the ring, sparring with friends or fighting with other contestants in matches, so he has some bruising around his rib and chest area along with a cut down the side of his left eye.
But, aside from that, Josh's flat, brown hair has some short spikes at the front. He has dark blue eyes that go well with his nicely tanned skin. Josh is also quite tall, standing at exactly six foot.
Personality: Josh is a very friendly guy who likes meeting new faces as it gives him a chance to flash his name around a bit in the hopes that he would become more well known within the sporting world. Some would call him over-friendly and begin to get suspicious, but Josh just calms them down by calling being nice and polite. Even though, if the need arises, he will fight for what he believes in or what he thinks is right, even if it isn't, which half the time, it's not.
Occupation: Semi-professional boxer.
Skills: Josh is an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter, thanks to his thirteen years of boxing. He also knows his way around repairing items because, in his household of six children (three boys and three girls), there was always something broken to fix. Be it the television, the radio or even the dining room table. Josh is also a very fast runner, due to his four years of running in high school. Josh normally always has the advantage over an opponent because of his height and fighting experience.
Weapons: Josh wields a chipped, wooden baseball bat and an old, rusty switchblade.
Clothing: Josh wears a dirty white t-shirt, old used-to-be-blue trousers and size 10 light brown boots.
Bio: Josh was born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York in 2054 to a lawyer father and nurse mother, making him the oldest of all his siblings of two other brothers and three sisters. At age 10, in 2064, his father was murdered in a street robbery, leaving his mother to take care of six children. Once Josh got to age 18, he moved out of his household to find a better life because nothing was going well in his home. His mother had become a drug addict while her children were running around, doing multiple odd jobs to get money to pay for food. After that, Josh moved to Kanas/Texas and became a semi-professional boxer, trying to find some money to pay for his small, cramped apartment. In 2077, when he was coming home one day after a match, he found his landlord ushering people in a small bomb shelter in the basemant of the building, as the word was that the Chinese were going to bomb the USA any time soon.
Name: Joshua "Josh" Harris
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Caucasian
Appearance: Josh is a rather muscular and fit boy, thanks to going to the gym lots before the bombs fell. He also spent quite a lot of time in the ring, sparring with friends or fighting with other contestants in matches, so he has some bruising around his rib and chest area along with a cut down the side of his left eye.
But, aside from that, Josh's flat, brown hair has some short spikes at the front. He has dark blue eyes that go well with his nicely tanned skin. Josh is also quite tall, standing at exactly six foot.
Personality: Josh is a very friendly guy who likes meeting new faces as it gives him a chance to flash his name around a bit in the hopes that he would become more well known within the sporting world. Some would call him over-friendly and begin to get suspicious, but Josh just calms them down by calling being nice and polite. Even though, if the need arises, he will fight for what he believes in or what he thinks is right, even if it isn't, which half the time, it's not.
Occupation: Semi-professional boxer.
Skills: Josh is an exceptional hand-to-hand fighter, thanks to his thirteen years of boxing. He also knows his way around repairing items because, in his household of six children (three boys and three girls), there was always something broken to fix. Be it the television, the radio or even the dining room table. Josh is also a very fast runner, due to his four years of running in high school. Josh normally always has the advantage over an opponent because of his height and fighting experience.
Weapons: Josh wields a chipped, wooden baseball bat and an old, rusty switchblade.
Clothing: Josh wears a dirty white t-shirt, old used-to-be-blue trousers and size 10 light brown boots.
Bio: Josh was born in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York in 2054 to a lawyer father and nurse mother, making him the oldest of all his siblings of two other brothers and three sisters. At age 10, in 2064, his father was murdered in a street robbery, leaving his mother to take care of six children. Once Josh got to age 18, he moved out of his household to find a better life because nothing was going well in his home. His mother had become a drug addict while her children were running around, doing multiple odd jobs to get money to pay for food. After that, Josh moved to Kanas/Texas and became a semi-professional boxer, trying to find some money to pay for his small, cramped apartment. In 2077, when he was coming home one day after a match, he found his landlord ushering people in a small bomb shelter in the basemant of the building, as the word was that the Chinese were going to bomb the USA any time soon.
Vandy the Beast
Spoiler
Name: Ryan Savoy
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Ryan is 6'1" tall with short black hair combed to the right and green eyes. He has a athletic build with an ever so slight bulk from working out. He has a light comlexion which many of his friends tease him for by saying he "can't get a tan."
Personality: Ryan is liked by nearly everone he meets. He has a competitive attitude which he got from his highschool football years. He is very intelligent and throughout highschool mad execellent grades, even though he didn't try as hard as he could have. Ryan is fun loving and on occasion has been known to use sarcasm. He enjoys the popular music (the music you hear in the fallout games, not the "modern" stuff kids listen to in real life,) and has been known to play it loudly for everyone to hear. Ryan loves to give what he calls "moral support" to his friends and tries to help people in need. He doesn't like bullies and is not afraid to stand up for people who need it. He never looks for a fight but is not afraid to if pushed.
Occupation: Attending university in Belton and is a intern at a physical therapy clinic for college credit.
Skills: Ryan has a knowledge of medicine from his internship and his parents who were doctors. His is also a good shot from hunting with his father when he was a child. He is also very fast and has a high stamina due to his days as a highschool football player making him a good scout.
Weapons: A 9mm pistol with two clips and a pocket knife.
Clothing: Blue jeans and a white t-shirt covered by a green hoddie.
Bio: Born in 2058, Ryan grew up with his parents in a small town in Louisiana. He had a good life with his parents as they were both around often and gave him support his entire life. From the time he was 10 years old he hunted with his father who taught him how to shoot and how to be a good man. He got his positive personality from his parents who were both doctors.
He moved to Belton after highschool to attend college. Ryan has lived a normal, happy life that seemed like it could only get better. He is doing well in school and has made many friends. He hopes to one day become a physical therapist and life a nice, quiet life.
The clinic where he interns has a small fallout shelter in case of a neuclear disaster, however Ryan never saw the point. He believes that the world is a happy place and that nothing can go wrong, he is proven wrong quickly by the Great War. Ryan has never had to survive on his own but can take care of himself all the same.
Name: Ryan Savoy
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Ryan is 6'1" tall with short black hair combed to the right and green eyes. He has a athletic build with an ever so slight bulk from working out. He has a light comlexion which many of his friends tease him for by saying he "can't get a tan."
Personality: Ryan is liked by nearly everone he meets. He has a competitive attitude which he got from his highschool football years. He is very intelligent and throughout highschool mad execellent grades, even though he didn't try as hard as he could have. Ryan is fun loving and on occasion has been known to use sarcasm. He enjoys the popular music (the music you hear in the fallout games, not the "modern" stuff kids listen to in real life,) and has been known to play it loudly for everyone to hear. Ryan loves to give what he calls "moral support" to his friends and tries to help people in need. He doesn't like bullies and is not afraid to stand up for people who need it. He never looks for a fight but is not afraid to if pushed.
Occupation: Attending university in Belton and is a intern at a physical therapy clinic for college credit.
Skills: Ryan has a knowledge of medicine from his internship and his parents who were doctors. His is also a good shot from hunting with his father when he was a child. He is also very fast and has a high stamina due to his days as a highschool football player making him a good scout.
Weapons: A 9mm pistol with two clips and a pocket knife.
Clothing: Blue jeans and a white t-shirt covered by a green hoddie.
Bio: Born in 2058, Ryan grew up with his parents in a small town in Louisiana. He had a good life with his parents as they were both around often and gave him support his entire life. From the time he was 10 years old he hunted with his father who taught him how to shoot and how to be a good man. He got his positive personality from his parents who were both doctors.
He moved to Belton after highschool to attend college. Ryan has lived a normal, happy life that seemed like it could only get better. He is doing well in school and has made many friends. He hopes to one day become a physical therapist and life a nice, quiet life.
The clinic where he interns has a small fallout shelter in case of a neuclear disaster, however Ryan never saw the point. He believes that the world is a happy place and that nothing can go wrong, he is proven wrong quickly by the Great War. Ryan has never had to survive on his own but can take care of himself all the same.
Tandiman1
Spoiler
Name: Samuel Kelvin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Around 5 feet 10 inches, Samuel is slightly below an average height by a few inches. He has short chocolate hair that is usually ruffled and disheveled. He could be considered scrawny and has little muscle. He has light cerulean eyes and is pretty pale, mainly from sitting in a lab all day.
Personality: Samuel is very energetic and outgoing, he loves to meet new people and learn new things. He will sometimes descend into a speech so rapid no one can tell what he’s saying except for himself.
Occupation: Freelance Software programmer and student almost out of college.
Skills: Samuel can hack most computer software because he knows the tricks to get through firewalls. He can also do advanced coding and programming for robots after working at Robco. He has a small amount of training with energy weapons after an internship with an energy weapons company. He can use a plasma defender, but barely.
Weapons: Samuel uses a Plasma Defender he got from his job and a few small energy cells he made himself as most are only available for the military.
Clothing: Samuel wears a lab coat that is slightly dirty along with some khaki pants and a blue button down shirt.
Bio: Samuel was born to a mechanist father who worked at Robco and a mother who worked at Radiation King making terminals. His father was told many times he could have been manager of his branch if he wasn't so honest, a trait instilled into Samuel. His mother always wanted to help others and would work at homeless Inspired by his parents he decided he would do both of their jobs, he would use his mother’s computers to make his father’s robots. After getting out of high school as valedictorian he got a scholarship to Kansas State for winning a contest to program a system to protect passwords for the government. He is working on a programming major and takes a few other classes on related fields to expand his knowledge. Samuel gets money from the scholarship and works freelance as a software programmer. He is currently in Belton where he works at a game company that has been trying to beat Hubris Comics to the game industry. He has been assigned to getting the code down and making the whole thing work. He has managed to buy a one bedroom house in Belton and built a small bunker with amenities and a terminal for him to work so prying eyes can't steal his work, not to mention the war coming, but Samuel has preferred not to think about that.
On another note, what departments do you think would be for the council if one was made? I was thinking: Trade, Tech, Military, Storage, and Medicine along with one representative voted for by the general population.
Name: Samuel Kelvin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Around 5 feet 10 inches, Samuel is slightly below an average height by a few inches. He has short chocolate hair that is usually ruffled and disheveled. He could be considered scrawny and has little muscle. He has light cerulean eyes and is pretty pale, mainly from sitting in a lab all day.
Personality: Samuel is very energetic and outgoing, he loves to meet new people and learn new things. He will sometimes descend into a speech so rapid no one can tell what he’s saying except for himself.
Occupation: Freelance Software programmer and student almost out of college.
Skills: Samuel can hack most computer software because he knows the tricks to get through firewalls. He can also do advanced coding and programming for robots after working at Robco. He has a small amount of training with energy weapons after an internship with an energy weapons company. He can use a plasma defender, but barely.
Weapons: Samuel uses a Plasma Defender he got from his job and a few small energy cells he made himself as most are only available for the military.
Clothing: Samuel wears a lab coat that is slightly dirty along with some khaki pants and a blue button down shirt.
Bio: Samuel was born to a mechanist father who worked at Robco and a mother who worked at Radiation King making terminals. His father was told many times he could have been manager of his branch if he wasn't so honest, a trait instilled into Samuel. His mother always wanted to help others and would work at homeless Inspired by his parents he decided he would do both of their jobs, he would use his mother’s computers to make his father’s robots. After getting out of high school as valedictorian he got a scholarship to Kansas State for winning a contest to program a system to protect passwords for the government. He is working on a programming major and takes a few other classes on related fields to expand his knowledge. Samuel gets money from the scholarship and works freelance as a software programmer. He is currently in Belton where he works at a game company that has been trying to beat Hubris Comics to the game industry. He has been assigned to getting the code down and making the whole thing work. He has managed to buy a one bedroom house in Belton and built a small bunker with amenities and a terminal for him to work so prying eyes can't steal his work, not to mention the war coming, but Samuel has preferred not to think about that.
On another note, what departments do you think would be for the council if one was made? I was thinking: Trade, Tech, Military, Storage, and Medicine along with one representative voted for by the general population.
Tausig2
Spoiler
Name: Mauricio Vazquez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Hispanic human
Appearance: Mauricio is 5'8 and somewhat heavy set. His muscles aren't defined but he is not fat. He is clean shaven and his hair is cut short. Both his hair and eyes are dark brown, which contrasts with his skin that is relatively light for a Hispanic. His face is round and unpronounced, an his nose is moderately wide.
Personality: He is reserved but jokes around a lot and takes things in stride. He is patient and has a good temper, but is not particularly affable. He is by no means a leader. He is obedient and follows orders well, but he is uncharismatic and can not control other people.
Occupation: Electrician/handy man
Skills: Repair (mostly electrical, but he has a working knowledge of plumbing and general repair), some experience with guns
Weapons: .357 revolver
Clothing: Wrangler jeans, work boots and solid grey or red t-shirts. If it is cold, he will wear a black wind-breaker.
Bio: Mauricio was born in 2049 in a town in Tennessee. His parents were first generation immigrants from El Salvador. His dad was a carpenter, and his mom was a secretary. His parents were raised in poverty, and their frugality and resourcefulness was passed down to Mauricio. His father instilled him with a strong work ethic and a belief in the dignity of honest labor. Mauricio received slightly below average grades and could not see himself going to college. Instead, he became an apprentice to an electrician and eventually became a certified electrician himself. He was a commercial electrician for 4 years before the Great War. He was able to stay safe in his neighbor's bomb shelter, and remained there, eager to get back out and earn his living again.
Name: Mauricio Vazquez
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Hispanic human
Appearance: Mauricio is 5'8 and somewhat heavy set. His muscles aren't defined but he is not fat. He is clean shaven and his hair is cut short. Both his hair and eyes are dark brown, which contrasts with his skin that is relatively light for a Hispanic. His face is round and unpronounced, an his nose is moderately wide.
Personality: He is reserved but jokes around a lot and takes things in stride. He is patient and has a good temper, but is not particularly affable. He is by no means a leader. He is obedient and follows orders well, but he is uncharismatic and can not control other people.
Occupation: Electrician/handy man
Skills: Repair (mostly electrical, but he has a working knowledge of plumbing and general repair), some experience with guns
Weapons: .357 revolver
Clothing: Wrangler jeans, work boots and solid grey or red t-shirts. If it is cold, he will wear a black wind-breaker.
Bio: Mauricio was born in 2049 in a town in Tennessee. His parents were first generation immigrants from El Salvador. His dad was a carpenter, and his mom was a secretary. His parents were raised in poverty, and their frugality and resourcefulness was passed down to Mauricio. His father instilled him with a strong work ethic and a belief in the dignity of honest labor. Mauricio received slightly below average grades and could not see himself going to college. Instead, he became an apprentice to an electrician and eventually became a certified electrician himself. He was a commercial electrician for 4 years before the Great War. He was able to stay safe in his neighbor's bomb shelter, and remained there, eager to get back out and earn his living again.
Paladin Lewis
Spoiler
Name: Daniel Blakewood
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: human
Appearance: Daniel is roughly 6’1 ft. with a light build. Weighting 170lbs Daniel is in good physical shape but not particularly muscular and would likely fare poorly in a melee fight but could probably out run them.
Daniel has short Black hair and during his time hiding underground has grown a slight 5’O clock shadow. Daniel also has green eyes and considered attractive to women. Finally Daniel also has a bash wound scar above his right eye.
Personality: Daniel is a fairly smart, pretty nice and charming young Man but was somewhat shocked about the Great War and thus has become slightly paranoid epically to new people….Abit of a slacker in that if he can off work he will but knows when to act serious.
Occupation: originally co-pilot for British airways but now Pilot for happy Sam’s hillside airplane tours & crop-duster services.
Skills: Before the war Daniel was a professional pilot so is good at Maths, science and ofcourse knew how to fly a plane & Helicopters and to an extent fix them. As a Child Daniel was also a scout so knows basic survival skills such as how to start a fire, tire ropes and treat cuts .etc.
Weapons: An Anderson wheeler double barrel shotgun, the weapon belonged to Daniel grandfather and was simply stashed in the car with the rest of Daniel belonging.
Daniel has been hunting with grandfather a few times s and whilst we may not the worlds greatest shot but he knows how to use it and is intelligent enough to figure out how other weapons work.
Clothing: Daniel has three sets of clothing and shall be starting off in his Navy Blue (co-)pilot uniform with matching cap but also has an grey suit with matching tie & vest and finally an more casual outfit of blue jeans, a short sleeved blue shirt and brown work boots.
Bio: Daniel was born in England in 2052 as the middle child to respectable middle class family in Cheshunt, a small town on the outskirts of London. Daniel’s dad, Robert was a Lawyer whilst his mother Julia was a nurse but left to become a stay at home mother….
A popular and smart child Daniel at school and achieved good grades in Maths, science and engineering, finishing school he stayed on for A & O levels before eventually going to university to study Aeronautical engineering. During this time Daniel was also a scout and when hunting with his grandfather everyone in a while.
Finishing university in the early 2071 Daniel got his ATPL and by 2072 he was a Co-pilot for British airways with most of his flights to and from North American. Earning good amount of money, getting to see the world and the having the occasional visit to the mille high club with his favourite stewardess Daniel was happy with live and was looking forward for when he got to pilot his own flight.
This did not happen however as with the war in Europe spreading to England British airway was disbanded for military use but sensing things wouldn’t be safe in England, Daniel packed up all his belongs , gathered his family members and managed to get on the last fight to American….
Arriving in American Daniel and his family lived in Chicago for a while although unable to find any proper work Daniel was hopefully the war in Europe & Alaska would only last a few years until an new energy power was made, like the fission and confident that the governments would have utter morons to even thing about firing the nukes, after all they were pretty much damming themselves.
By August 2076 Daniel parents had passed away and with his brother having joined the USA army as a field doctor Johnny was left with and to care for his 14 year old sister, Jenny. With Food and energy riots beginning in Chicago and other mayor cites Daniel decide it was best to leave for the countryside were they could perhaps live out the war on some farm...
Using his saving and money from the house sale Daniel purchased a brand new highwayman model car packed up his belongings and then headed into the country with Jenny eventually making their way to Kansas, Belton. Were Daniel managed to get a job at hillside airfield, a small airport two miles outside of Belton working for “happy Sam’s hillside airplane tours and crop-duster services.”
Daniel had barley been in Belton for a few days when the end finally came which may have been an blessing in disguise since he and Jenny had yet to find an place and were living out of the car, thus when the bombs dropped they were quickly able to drive it to hillside airfield, where they were able to take shelter in the air towers emergency bunker.
A few months later and even with a daring surface run to the airfields cafe they were beginning to run out of supplies and decided to leave the bunker. With Daniel’s car still intact they were able to drive it back into Belton.
Reaching Belton the Highwayman ran out of power, using the car as makeshift camp again Daniel and Jenny decided to search the city…
Name: Daniel Blakewood
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: human
Appearance: Daniel is roughly 6’1 ft. with a light build. Weighting 170lbs Daniel is in good physical shape but not particularly muscular and would likely fare poorly in a melee fight but could probably out run them.
Daniel has short Black hair and during his time hiding underground has grown a slight 5’O clock shadow. Daniel also has green eyes and considered attractive to women. Finally Daniel also has a bash wound scar above his right eye.
Personality: Daniel is a fairly smart, pretty nice and charming young Man but was somewhat shocked about the Great War and thus has become slightly paranoid epically to new people….Abit of a slacker in that if he can off work he will but knows when to act serious.
Occupation: originally co-pilot for British airways but now Pilot for happy Sam’s hillside airplane tours & crop-duster services.
Skills: Before the war Daniel was a professional pilot so is good at Maths, science and ofcourse knew how to fly a plane & Helicopters and to an extent fix them. As a Child Daniel was also a scout so knows basic survival skills such as how to start a fire, tire ropes and treat cuts .etc.
Weapons: An Anderson wheeler double barrel shotgun, the weapon belonged to Daniel grandfather and was simply stashed in the car with the rest of Daniel belonging.
Daniel has been hunting with grandfather a few times s and whilst we may not the worlds greatest shot but he knows how to use it and is intelligent enough to figure out how other weapons work.
Clothing: Daniel has three sets of clothing and shall be starting off in his Navy Blue (co-)pilot uniform with matching cap but also has an grey suit with matching tie & vest and finally an more casual outfit of blue jeans, a short sleeved blue shirt and brown work boots.
Bio: Daniel was born in England in 2052 as the middle child to respectable middle class family in Cheshunt, a small town on the outskirts of London. Daniel’s dad, Robert was a Lawyer whilst his mother Julia was a nurse but left to become a stay at home mother….
A popular and smart child Daniel at school and achieved good grades in Maths, science and engineering, finishing school he stayed on for A & O levels before eventually going to university to study Aeronautical engineering. During this time Daniel was also a scout and when hunting with his grandfather everyone in a while.
Finishing university in the early 2071 Daniel got his ATPL and by 2072 he was a Co-pilot for British airways with most of his flights to and from North American. Earning good amount of money, getting to see the world and the having the occasional visit to the mille high club with his favourite stewardess Daniel was happy with live and was looking forward for when he got to pilot his own flight.
This did not happen however as with the war in Europe spreading to England British airway was disbanded for military use but sensing things wouldn’t be safe in England, Daniel packed up all his belongs , gathered his family members and managed to get on the last fight to American….
Arriving in American Daniel and his family lived in Chicago for a while although unable to find any proper work Daniel was hopefully the war in Europe & Alaska would only last a few years until an new energy power was made, like the fission and confident that the governments would have utter morons to even thing about firing the nukes, after all they were pretty much damming themselves.
By August 2076 Daniel parents had passed away and with his brother having joined the USA army as a field doctor Johnny was left with and to care for his 14 year old sister, Jenny. With Food and energy riots beginning in Chicago and other mayor cites Daniel decide it was best to leave for the countryside were they could perhaps live out the war on some farm...
Using his saving and money from the house sale Daniel purchased a brand new highwayman model car packed up his belongings and then headed into the country with Jenny eventually making their way to Kansas, Belton. Were Daniel managed to get a job at hillside airfield, a small airport two miles outside of Belton working for “happy Sam’s hillside airplane tours and crop-duster services.”
Daniel had barley been in Belton for a few days when the end finally came which may have been an blessing in disguise since he and Jenny had yet to find an place and were living out of the car, thus when the bombs dropped they were quickly able to drive it to hillside airfield, where they were able to take shelter in the air towers emergency bunker.
A few months later and even with a daring surface run to the airfields cafe they were beginning to run out of supplies and decided to leave the bunker. With Daniel’s car still intact they were able to drive it back into Belton.
Reaching Belton the Highwayman ran out of power, using the car as makeshift camp again Daniel and Jenny decided to search the city…
W0NDERW0MBAT
Spoiler
Name: Arnold Thompson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: White Caucasian
Appearance: Arnold is roughly 5 feet 6 inches tall, but still growing due to his young age. He is rather thin and has a long sharp face. His face is pretty much normal and proportional, but he has interesting eyes. His complexion is normal also with long dark brown hair. Also with the loss of shaving he has a puberty pencil mustache. The pupil in each eye is a mix of blue and green. He isn't muscular at all due to the luxuries of a first world life.
Personality: Arnold is usually a somewhat quiet person who smiles often. He is very straight forward with others and most things said are straight to the point. This is partly due to his adolescence so he isn't very inviting to others and it is hard for him to open up also. Once someone knows him better though they find out that he is pretty honest, even telling someone things they don't want to hear. He can be very talkative around people he trusts, and sometimes speaks louder than intended. He can be very sarcastic to everyone though, more serious strangers, and more light-hearted to friends.
Occupation: Sophomore in high school, hoped to be an study architecture in college.
Skills: Very few defined skills. Arnold is somewhat above average at athletics and is very nimble and agile. He can draw well and excels in creative designing. He is also a quick learner and can pick up basic skills easily.
Weapons: Kitchen Knife
Clothing: Wears cargo pants with a black undershirt and dark blue t-shirt over it. He also wears a winter hat over his messy hair which bears the symbol of his favorite hometown football team the Baltimore Ravens.
Bio: Arnold was born September 23rd 2062 to a middle class family in Baltimore, Maryland. For 12 years he had lived in Baltimore and attended school like any average American, he had his friends and life seemed to be good for him. As tensions began to rise during the Sino-American war Baltimore harbor was used more and more. Protesters and supporters of the war over ran the streets and Arnold's parents made the decision to move to a small town away from all the madness.
In 2074 the family arrived in Belton and began a new life. It was hard to find work, but the three of them did their best. Fortunately the neighbors were good people and became good friends with the Thompsons. Arnold had a difficult time accommodating to the new school he had to attend. The classes were small and his choices were very limited, the social groups were far different than what he was used to in Baltimore. To cope with the lack of friends Arnold would mainly forget about class and instead draw pictures or "design" a multitude of things.
As tensions rise and the threat of nuclear war seems like a real possibility the family looks to getting into a vault near St. Louis, but their economic situation makes this an impossibility. Instead they pool their money together with their neighbors to build a large private bunker in the backyard of one of their houses. The construction finishes in early 2077.
During his freshmen year in high school, Arnold begins to find a group of people he can relate to on the small tennis team. Unfortunately he could never really experience a true long lasting friendship. In the morning of October 23rd the Great war started and ended in 2 hours. Due to Belton's isolated location many people had time to retreat to their bunkers. The Thompsons quickly moved into theirs that they shared with 2 other families and hoped to wait out the destruction until the government could effectively patch things up.
Name: Arnold Thompson
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Race: White Caucasian
Appearance: Arnold is roughly 5 feet 6 inches tall, but still growing due to his young age. He is rather thin and has a long sharp face. His face is pretty much normal and proportional, but he has interesting eyes. His complexion is normal also with long dark brown hair. Also with the loss of shaving he has a puberty pencil mustache. The pupil in each eye is a mix of blue and green. He isn't muscular at all due to the luxuries of a first world life.
Personality: Arnold is usually a somewhat quiet person who smiles often. He is very straight forward with others and most things said are straight to the point. This is partly due to his adolescence so he isn't very inviting to others and it is hard for him to open up also. Once someone knows him better though they find out that he is pretty honest, even telling someone things they don't want to hear. He can be very talkative around people he trusts, and sometimes speaks louder than intended. He can be very sarcastic to everyone though, more serious strangers, and more light-hearted to friends.
Occupation: Sophomore in high school, hoped to be an study architecture in college.
Skills: Very few defined skills. Arnold is somewhat above average at athletics and is very nimble and agile. He can draw well and excels in creative designing. He is also a quick learner and can pick up basic skills easily.
Weapons: Kitchen Knife
Clothing: Wears cargo pants with a black undershirt and dark blue t-shirt over it. He also wears a winter hat over his messy hair which bears the symbol of his favorite hometown football team the Baltimore Ravens.
Bio: Arnold was born September 23rd 2062 to a middle class family in Baltimore, Maryland. For 12 years he had lived in Baltimore and attended school like any average American, he had his friends and life seemed to be good for him. As tensions began to rise during the Sino-American war Baltimore harbor was used more and more. Protesters and supporters of the war over ran the streets and Arnold's parents made the decision to move to a small town away from all the madness.
In 2074 the family arrived in Belton and began a new life. It was hard to find work, but the three of them did their best. Fortunately the neighbors were good people and became good friends with the Thompsons. Arnold had a difficult time accommodating to the new school he had to attend. The classes were small and his choices were very limited, the social groups were far different than what he was used to in Baltimore. To cope with the lack of friends Arnold would mainly forget about class and instead draw pictures or "design" a multitude of things.
As tensions rise and the threat of nuclear war seems like a real possibility the family looks to getting into a vault near St. Louis, but their economic situation makes this an impossibility. Instead they pool their money together with their neighbors to build a large private bunker in the backyard of one of their houses. The construction finishes in early 2077.
During his freshmen year in high school, Arnold begins to find a group of people he can relate to on the small tennis team. Unfortunately he could never really experience a true long lasting friendship. In the morning of October 23rd the Great war started and ended in 2 hours. Due to Belton's isolated location many people had time to retreat to their bunkers. The Thompsons quickly moved into theirs that they shared with 2 other families and hoped to wait out the destruction until the government could effectively patch things up.
Bad Voodoo
Spoiler
Name: Monny
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Hispanic Mexican
Appearance: stands at 5,9 and weights 165 pounds (Not Fat or Skinny). Has large knuckles and a mustache along with some chin hair but cannot grow a full beard. Shaved Hair with small hair sprouts. Wears dark shaded sunglasses purposely so its hard to read his emotions. Has a brown skin tone http://themurkyfringe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/cholo.jpg
Personality: A straight and hard man who doesn't hide the fact he enjoys conflict. With his morality in the toilet Monny would sooner fight then talk about his emotions. Respect and Dignity are the only things such a man values. Respect him and he will be lookout for you, disrespect and he will never let go of his grudge. That being said He is willing to give everyone 1 shot before judging them, after that his mind will be set on how you can be useful to him. Also note that for some quaint reason Monny respects family values and wouldn't harm a child or person of religion. But that doesn't mean hes isn't black heart punk with a lust for women and a drinking problem.
Occupation: Gangster
Skills: Fist fighting and Agility (in the sense he can jump fences quickly and can make sharp turns in a moments notice)
Weapons: http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff111/BillCA/Hobby/swa/M2214-7s.jpg and a Switch Blade "i want to note the small size of the weapons"
Clothing: (I'll post a picture later today)
Bio: Monny grew up in a group home ever since his father was sent to prison for murdering his mother. Like everyone else in there Monny joined a gang around the same time he learned to ride a bike. It was in the confines of his gang were Monny learned how to shake down stores and rough people up when they got out of line. Despite constantly running from the cops and being shot at by rival gang members Monny somehow survived past 18 and since then all his childhood friends ended up dead, in prison or worst, drafted. Knowing nothing but the criminal life Monny has since started a small criminal circle made up of a selected group of people he trusts, but doesn't actually cared for.
Name: Monny
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Human, Hispanic Mexican
Appearance: stands at 5,9 and weights 165 pounds (Not Fat or Skinny). Has large knuckles and a mustache along with some chin hair but cannot grow a full beard. Shaved Hair with small hair sprouts. Wears dark shaded sunglasses purposely so its hard to read his emotions. Has a brown skin tone http://themurkyfringe.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/cholo.jpg
Personality: A straight and hard man who doesn't hide the fact he enjoys conflict. With his morality in the toilet Monny would sooner fight then talk about his emotions. Respect and Dignity are the only things such a man values. Respect him and he will be lookout for you, disrespect and he will never let go of his grudge. That being said He is willing to give everyone 1 shot before judging them, after that his mind will be set on how you can be useful to him. Also note that for some quaint reason Monny respects family values and wouldn't harm a child or person of religion. But that doesn't mean hes isn't black heart punk with a lust for women and a drinking problem.
Occupation: Gangster
Skills: Fist fighting and Agility (in the sense he can jump fences quickly and can make sharp turns in a moments notice)
Weapons: http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff111/BillCA/Hobby/swa/M2214-7s.jpg and a Switch Blade "i want to note the small size of the weapons"
Clothing: (I'll post a picture later today)
Bio: Monny grew up in a group home ever since his father was sent to prison for murdering his mother. Like everyone else in there Monny joined a gang around the same time he learned to ride a bike. It was in the confines of his gang were Monny learned how to shake down stores and rough people up when they got out of line. Despite constantly running from the cops and being shot at by rival gang members Monny somehow survived past 18 and since then all his childhood friends ended up dead, in prison or worst, drafted. Knowing nothing but the criminal life Monny has since started a small criminal circle made up of a selected group of people he trusts, but doesn't actually cared for.
Agrona
Spoiler
Name: Lea Brunner
Age: 24
Race: Human/Caucasian/German
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair Style: Shoulder length, usually in a pony tail.
Hair Color: dark blond
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: pale, but healthy
Body Build: Curvy, since exercise wasn’t on her list of priorities. However, if she was slightly overweight before the bombs fell, during her time in the shelter, she shed quite a few pounds.
Appearance: Lea wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, yet she has a certain quality that draws people to her. Her sparkling blue eyes shimmer with suppressed laughter, even when the world despairs around her. She is a naturally born leader, teacher, and confidant. She carries herself with dignity and always stands tall. Her clothing is usually practical and comfortable. She wears little to no make up.
Clothes: Blue Jeans, a dark blue T-shirt, grey cotton sweater, a light brown rugged suede jacket, sturdy black leather boots.
Occupation: Teacher
Weapon(s): Baseball bat
Gear:
2 water bottles
Small first aid kit
5 packs of Beef Jerky
5 cans of Pork and Beans
5 cans of Peaches
2 cans of Pineapples
1 change of clothes
1 sleeping bag
1 Rain Coat
1 Lighter
1 pack of Camel Cigarettes
Personality: Lea is a very positive person and gets along very well with others. Some may call her na?ve, because she will always believe in the good nature of others, until proven otherwise. However, life had taught her not to take everything at face value, but to dig deeper before forming an opinion. The growing unrest in the world, which ultimately let her to seek shelter below the Belton High School, taught her to be weary of strangers, so she lost a bit of her “blue-eyed self” during the past year. However, being cooped up with others for such a long time, she learned to be much more patient and to smile when she felt like screaming.
Lea is a great listener and will put the problems of others before her own. She has a big heart and lots of love to give to stray animals and lost children.
Bio: Lea came to the United States to fulfill her dream to live in the glorious land of opportunities. She had always harbored a love for the US and knew that one day she would move to that great place.
She began to study teaching when she was 18 and completed her Bachelor’s degree at the German University of Tübingen. After applying to various schools in America, she finally received the letter she was waiting for; an offer to teach German as well as Creative Writing at the Belton High School, a small town located in Kansas.
There was nobody who would miss her, back home. She was an only child and her parents both died when she turned 21, which was the inciting incident for her to finally send off the letters to the American schools. The only hurdle she had to cross was the immigration paperwork. However, everything went much smoother than anticipated.
Once it became clear that there might be a nuclear conflict between the US and China, the Dean of the High School ordered the basemants to be remodeled into a Fallout shelter. It was here that Lea and three other members of the faculty survived the fire storm. After the initial blasts were over, it would take a year for the radiation to clear enough, so that they could actually leave the shelter and survey the damage.
Name: Lea Brunner
Age: 24
Race: Human/Caucasian/German
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair Style: Shoulder length, usually in a pony tail.
Hair Color: dark blond
Eye Color: blue
Skin Color: pale, but healthy
Body Build: Curvy, since exercise wasn’t on her list of priorities. However, if she was slightly overweight before the bombs fell, during her time in the shelter, she shed quite a few pounds.
Appearance: Lea wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, yet she has a certain quality that draws people to her. Her sparkling blue eyes shimmer with suppressed laughter, even when the world despairs around her. She is a naturally born leader, teacher, and confidant. She carries herself with dignity and always stands tall. Her clothing is usually practical and comfortable. She wears little to no make up.
Clothes: Blue Jeans, a dark blue T-shirt, grey cotton sweater, a light brown rugged suede jacket, sturdy black leather boots.
Occupation: Teacher
Weapon(s): Baseball bat
Gear:
2 water bottles
Small first aid kit
5 packs of Beef Jerky
5 cans of Pork and Beans
5 cans of Peaches
2 cans of Pineapples
1 change of clothes
1 sleeping bag
1 Rain Coat
1 Lighter
1 pack of Camel Cigarettes
Personality: Lea is a very positive person and gets along very well with others. Some may call her na?ve, because she will always believe in the good nature of others, until proven otherwise. However, life had taught her not to take everything at face value, but to dig deeper before forming an opinion. The growing unrest in the world, which ultimately let her to seek shelter below the Belton High School, taught her to be weary of strangers, so she lost a bit of her “blue-eyed self” during the past year. However, being cooped up with others for such a long time, she learned to be much more patient and to smile when she felt like screaming.
Lea is a great listener and will put the problems of others before her own. She has a big heart and lots of love to give to stray animals and lost children.
Bio: Lea came to the United States to fulfill her dream to live in the glorious land of opportunities. She had always harbored a love for the US and knew that one day she would move to that great place.
She began to study teaching when she was 18 and completed her Bachelor’s degree at the German University of Tübingen. After applying to various schools in America, she finally received the letter she was waiting for; an offer to teach German as well as Creative Writing at the Belton High School, a small town located in Kansas.
There was nobody who would miss her, back home. She was an only child and her parents both died when she turned 21, which was the inciting incident for her to finally send off the letters to the American schools. The only hurdle she had to cross was the immigration paperwork. However, everything went much smoother than anticipated.
Once it became clear that there might be a nuclear conflict between the US and China, the Dean of the High School ordered the basemants to be remodeled into a Fallout shelter. It was here that Lea and three other members of the faculty survived the fire storm. After the initial blasts were over, it would take a year for the radiation to clear enough, so that they could actually leave the shelter and survey the damage.
MouseKing
Spoiler
Name: Brant Harlow
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Brant is a slim built man with short albeit slightly messy brown hair. He has blue eyes, and keeps a light amount of facial hair on his lip and chin.
Personality: Brant is a significantly volatile person, quick to react to a situation. When given time to make his decision he is quite level-headed and rational about things, in these instances he shows wisdom, he will in line with his volatile nature act feisty, speak his mind and call out others for their perceived wrongdoings and mistakes. He realise the nature of the new world he has found himself in and wants to try to keep his humanity and not allow barbarism to consume him. He tries to act with compassion, caring and selflessness but his volatile nature can hamper his ability to communicate this or effectively get what he really wants to get across, across.
Occupation: Unemployed, seeking work in local industry.
Skills: Brant has some skills when it comes to the operation of firearms and outdoorsman skills. He works well when it comes to trade skills, having earned his living acting as a welder, general contractor, and vehicle technician prior in his life.
Weapons: A golf club and a kitchen knife.
Clothing: White undershirt, with light, green-grey jacket over top. He wears grey workpants and brown work boots. He keeps a red and brown poncho with him for warmth.
Bio: Born June 1st 2042 in rural Kentucky, to absent minded parents and in poverty. Brant grew up mostly alone, in the sense that his family was one full of issues, his parents neglected him and he was kept himself mostly in the company of the other youth in the county. His brother helped raise him, teaching him he had to tough and to be self-sufficient, this was due mostly in part that in 2051 with the advent of the new plague the boys were orphaned.
He never finished high school and at age 15 got work on a farm in the country. When he was 19 he left Kentucky and headed for big industrial cities seeking work as a welder and working for contractors. He worked multiple jobs as maintenance personnel or as caretakers. He like many others during these troublesome economic times, travels looking for whatever work he can find.
In 2066, at age 25 Brant finds himself in the middle of Denver during the riots of resource rationing. He is caught up in the middle of the riots and is detained by the National Guard. 2 years after his imprisonment, the camp which he was relocated too breaks down and he is released. He hitchhikes his way back towards the east coast, fruitlessly looking for a steady job, but the economic times, resource rationing, and lack of energy and fuel in the US causing the breakdown of the economy is only worsening his odds. He works odd jobs, mostly fixing rigs to the best of his ability.
In 2072, aged 30, he buys himself an RV and decides to give up trying to find work. He begins touring across the country in his RV, trying to see the sights before the inevitable happens. In 2077 he finds himself in small town Kansas, living in his RV. When the panic in the town makes itself known to him, he drives his RV into a underground car parking lot, which protects him from the environmental hazards of the immediate aftermath of a nuclear war.
Name: Brant Harlow
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: Brant is a slim built man with short albeit slightly messy brown hair. He has blue eyes, and keeps a light amount of facial hair on his lip and chin.
Personality: Brant is a significantly volatile person, quick to react to a situation. When given time to make his decision he is quite level-headed and rational about things, in these instances he shows wisdom, he will in line with his volatile nature act feisty, speak his mind and call out others for their perceived wrongdoings and mistakes. He realise the nature of the new world he has found himself in and wants to try to keep his humanity and not allow barbarism to consume him. He tries to act with compassion, caring and selflessness but his volatile nature can hamper his ability to communicate this or effectively get what he really wants to get across, across.
Occupation: Unemployed, seeking work in local industry.
Skills: Brant has some skills when it comes to the operation of firearms and outdoorsman skills. He works well when it comes to trade skills, having earned his living acting as a welder, general contractor, and vehicle technician prior in his life.
Weapons: A golf club and a kitchen knife.
Clothing: White undershirt, with light, green-grey jacket over top. He wears grey workpants and brown work boots. He keeps a red and brown poncho with him for warmth.
Bio: Born June 1st 2042 in rural Kentucky, to absent minded parents and in poverty. Brant grew up mostly alone, in the sense that his family was one full of issues, his parents neglected him and he was kept himself mostly in the company of the other youth in the county. His brother helped raise him, teaching him he had to tough and to be self-sufficient, this was due mostly in part that in 2051 with the advent of the new plague the boys were orphaned.
He never finished high school and at age 15 got work on a farm in the country. When he was 19 he left Kentucky and headed for big industrial cities seeking work as a welder and working for contractors. He worked multiple jobs as maintenance personnel or as caretakers. He like many others during these troublesome economic times, travels looking for whatever work he can find.
In 2066, at age 25 Brant finds himself in the middle of Denver during the riots of resource rationing. He is caught up in the middle of the riots and is detained by the National Guard. 2 years after his imprisonment, the camp which he was relocated too breaks down and he is released. He hitchhikes his way back towards the east coast, fruitlessly looking for a steady job, but the economic times, resource rationing, and lack of energy and fuel in the US causing the breakdown of the economy is only worsening his odds. He works odd jobs, mostly fixing rigs to the best of his ability.
In 2072, aged 30, he buys himself an RV and decides to give up trying to find work. He begins touring across the country in his RV, trying to see the sights before the inevitable happens. In 2077 he finds himself in small town Kansas, living in his RV. When the panic in the town makes itself known to him, he drives his RV into a underground car parking lot, which protects him from the environmental hazards of the immediate aftermath of a nuclear war.
