Gonna be honest.. It's too short. Shouldn't the guy be wearing a Vault jumpsuit, not jeans and t-shirt? And I don't think the 28 days later thing was necessary.

It's a rough draft, and no, that isn't the entire Opening Post. You still have to put in the OOC story overview, the rules, and everything else. My head was hurting last night so I didn't put it all in, but if make the in-character part of the OP too long, people aren't going to read it, especially in this section.

Not to brag man, but I've done some OP's, more than you. I know what I'm doing with this. The 28 Days later thing is to describe that the city is now infected, the whole city. If you want me to change it to a vault jumpsuit, I will: When it comes to lore and all of that crap, I'm an Elder Scrolls guy. I'm just going to say, I've been on this forum for a decently long time, and I've done quite a few opening posts. That wasn't the whole thing (maybe I should have clarified that), just the IC part.

Don't take any offense out of this.

Posting my approved character sheet.

Name: Reman Hunter
Nickname: None
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Male

Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: White

Appearance: He is around 200 pounds, fairly lean, but not thin either, a bit muscular. He is just at 6 feet height, and his hair is a buzz cut style. His only scars are multiple small spots on his body, from gunshot wounds. He is well shaven.

Skills: Reman is well skilled in the use of Small Arms such as Assault Rifles and Handguns, he has had to rely on them in his trade. He's also decent with various kinds of Melee weapons, and he has had to rely on them as backup weapons before. Additionally, he's good at repairing weapons.

Clothing: His armor consists of Blue Jeans, Leather Jacket , and Black Boots
Armor: Mercenary Troublemaker Outfit

Weapons: Chinese Assault Rifle, .32 Pistol, Combat Knife

Items: 5.56 Ammo, .32 Ammo, Whiskey, Dirty Water, Cram, Stimpaks, Guns and Bullets book, 100 Caps

Personality: Reman is a relatively quiet man, in his earlier years he generally avoided people, though he doesn't any more, he still tends to have a lone wolf type personality. Being a man of few words, he knows few people. Others may view him as cold, showing little emotion, "rough around the edges". That said, he can grow to be fond of some people, if he's around them long enough, and he may talk to them a bit more than he usually does. His personality is shaped largely by loss of his parents that emotionally scarred him as a child. He suffers from a silent depression, and is an alcoholic, having a strong addiction to it.

Bio: Reman was the offspring of two Settlers living on the Outskirts of the Pitt, an only child, in a Raid when he was 10, his Father was shot attempting to defend him and his Mother from Raiders. His Mother was taken into captivity, and became a Slave of the Pitt Raiders. Hiding under the bed, Reman was undetected by the Raiders, yet saw his father die, and his mother taken. When they left, he came out, and left with whatever food he could find.

He struggled to survive for weeks, and was soon taken under the wing of Mercenaries, and traveled to the Capital Wasteland. It was there he grew up for the rest of his childhood, and learned the trade. They molded him into a resilient person, dangerous with weapons, and resourceful, he was able to make a decent life for himself for a time. He had taken contracts, sometimes to eliminate people, and even enslave people upon occasion. With caps running low from a lack of work, and after hearing of opportunities at New York, Reman took all the supplies he could carry from his shack in the Wastes, and made his way to New York City.

Alright. I'm going to do the final OP draft and post it up in a different thread. That thread will be used to continue discussion and such. Everyone, make sure your character sheets are saved on a file of yours or something like that. Time to get to work.

Good luck wolly.

It's Wooly, not Wolly...I hate being called that.

I haven't had time to work on it so far today. Some things got in the way. It won't be too difficult to put together from here though. Should be done by tomorrow afternoon EST at the latest.

sorry about that my mistake

:banghead:

You'd be really surprised. I'm not going to say more, at least not here.

When is this RP going to start approximately? And I think DC would of been better because of the familiar-ness and all but seeing as how it is going to be in Manhattan what ever .

Yeah I really would have preferred DC..

I think the zombie RP is a great idea, it attracts a lot of solid RPers. However, anyone can start a zombie RP and stick it in a cool setting, you need to seperate yourself from those people. If you can encorporate an original setting, storyline, and little plot twists, I'm sure not only I will be the one eager to sign up.

Jonas has accepted my sheet and told me to post it.

Name: Atlas Riley
Nickname: Black Cat/Unlucky 13
Age: 27
Race: Human, Caucasian
Gender: Male

Hair color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Light Tan

Appearance: Atlas stands exactly 6'0 tall while weighing in at 178, with an average athletic build. His hair is shoulder length but is very unkempt. He also sports a goatee which he does his best to maintain. Under his left eye is a small scar from a piece of shrapnel that hit him in the aftermath of an explosion. On his right cheek Atlas has burned the number XIII into his skin.


Skills: Atlas is skilled with small firearms though he tries to avoid gunfights as often as he can but has no problem killing when his life is threatened. Atlas’ more infamous skills are his ability to move past his enemies unseen and to break into places he shouldn’t.

Clothing: A tattered leather jacket worn overtop a dirty white t-shirt, a worn faded pair of blue jeans, black hood, and a pair of brown combat boots.

Armor: Recon Armor, Recon Helmet

Weapons: Military Assault Rifle ( http://images1.wikia...sault_rifle.jpg ) ,Desert Eagle .44(engraved with the number XIII), 10mm pistol, 1 frag grenade

Misc: 7 clips of 6.8 millimeter, 2 clips of .44 ammo, 4 clips of 10mm ammo, x5 cram, x2 instamash, x2 pork n’ beans, irradiated water, screwdriver, 7 bobby pins, a pre war coin, and a satchel

Personality: Atlas Riley lives the life of a thief so he wears many faces while in public. When he needs to be he can be charming, charismatic, silent, brutish, psychotic, wise ass, and most importantly likeable. But beneath the masks and facades lies a quiet inward individual who only wishes to see justice served. When Atlas is cornered he remains cool and confident even when the odds are against him. His Achilles heel lies in his sense of responsibility towards his allies. Even as a thief he has created a code which he follows religiously. He loves the number thirteen seeing it

Bio: Atlas was born into a wealthy family that resided in tenpenny tower, one of the few bastions of civilization in the Capitol Wasteland. At a young age he knew the sheltered life of a tower resident wasn’t for him but he knew his parents would never leave for a life in some disheveled settlement. One of the few perks for Atlas was that he received the finest education the wasteland could provide aside from a vault that is. The other perk for him was the pure water which he didn’t take for granted. During his stay in the tower he learned he had exceptional ability as a thief and pickpocket and he used these skills to liven up the boring lifestyle he lived.

When he wasn’t studying or causing mischief he would pay the guards for lessons on how to use small guns. When his father learned of Atlas’ interest he purchased the most expensive gun from a traveling trader that visited the tower on occasion. It was a military grade assault rifle that was said to come from the far west. It was one of the few gifts Atlas appreciated, as he treated the weapon as his prized possession.

As the years passed Atlas yearned more and more to leave the safety of home and wander the wasteland. A short time after Atlas turned eighteen he packed his belongings and disappeared into the dead of night.

After several weeks of hard living and constant attacks Atlas finally realized what his parents tried to shield him from. Atlas found life in the wasteland more realistic then his time in the prison of tenpenny tower. In order to survive Atlas started stealing again mostly from raiders and slavers. On occasion he would be able to rip off a bigger mark like a talon company camp or the brotherhood outcasts. He however held himself to a code never to steal from those less fortunate then him.

Atlas soon became known as “The Black Cat”, a renowned thief who brought misfortune on those he robbed. Atlas then began taking jobs by request helping out wherever he could. Eventually he formed a team that he dubbed “The Assembly of Thieves".

For nearly ten years Atlas’ group pulled off innumerable dangerous heists. Not once did he ever abandon anyone that had fallen behind, his team was unbelievably loyal and held Atlas in high regard. However this arrangement was not to last as Talon Company after a decade long search had found their hideout. The mercenaries launched a mini nuke at the base not wanting to take any chances. The nuke destroyed everything in a 20 mile radius and the base was leveled. Seeing no way to survive the blast the Talon Company vendetta ended.

Atlas’ entire team was killed but since he was off accepting their next job he wasn’t killed. When he did return he was overwhelmed with guilt and sadness for failing to protect them better. With shame and guilt weighing him down Atlas left the Capitol Wasteland so he could gain a new outlook elsewhere. He took a working sea vessel north to the ruins of NYC. On arrival his ship capsized leaving him stranded with the few belongings on his back.

I too proffered D.C.

Defending Tenpenny Tower sounded like a really fun idea. However, I do like the idea of trying to escape Manhattan. Just so we know though, zombies are the really the biggest enemy we'll face in the city. Its a zombie RP after all, and getting in gun fights with raiders and whatnot would kind of break the mood.

On another note, the zombies we'll be dealing with, I believe shouldn't be horribly slow. Not Olympic sprinters like in 28 Days Later (not technically zombies, I know) or Dawn of the Dead. Just sort of in between, like a drunken jog really.

So while we're running through the streets, screaming our heads off and covering each other while firing our weapons. We'll have a ton of ill drunks running after us.

I hope this RP will be scary . And that sounds hilarious, running through the streets of Manhattan screaming while drunks are chasing us .

I would go for that. Somthing like a zombie whos trying to jog but keeps stagering and runs out of energy. Sort of like the land of the dead zombies if you have seen it.

I think was should also have survivors that have gone feral, like gang members that lost there minds when the [censored] hit the fan.

I would have preferred DC too, nearly everything would be zombified.

Just one thing though, let's not have zombies that must be killed by headshot, think 28 days later in that to kill them, you simply shoot them.

no we haft to have varity. Just shoting zombes in the head would get boring after the third time we post it. We need the varity spice of death here you know

What I was actually saying was that I would prefer that we don't have to shoot zombies in the head to kill them.

sorry abou that I have been very busy these few days and been reading thins to fast. :slap:

Sorry. I was overcome with a hell load of work today.

I'll try to finish tomorrow. Ringman, if you want, we can start as soon as I post the OP up.

I am thinking, for the zombies, that you have to break the bones in the body, or the nervous system. Let's say, shooting a muscle will hurt it, but the disease feeds off ther body's nerves. Thus, if you shoot it's brain out, yes, it is dead. That's my opinion.

Also, we could have bullet proof police zombies (yes, I just ripped off L4D2).

Its cool man, that would be cool for those kinds zombies. As for the killing of the zombies how about destroying of a major body part, sutch as the heart or spinal cord along with the head.

Careful not to make them too hard to kill, or we will all be wiped out. :unsure2:

Indeed. As a now desced imperial guard said "WHY.... WONT.... YOU.... DIE"

They say that alot to me - unfortunately silver longswords don't penetrate Daedric armor.

If I'm not mistaken, Super Mutants said it as well..?

There should to be a variety of zombies, not just the average man-beater. Like behemoth zombies, made of hundreds of corpses, something like that.