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KaiserElectric
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Blargh, I don't even have a concept yet. 
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Or she could have been a drunk.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Name: Wang Cheng
Birthday: 29th August 1957 (23)
Occupation: Martial Arts instructor.
Physique: Quite good. Master of Wing Chun (Kung Fu style). Has been practicing it since the age of 5.
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Hometown: New York City, New York
Current City: New York City, New York
Appearance: Tall, slim, muscular, with light scruffy beard and a handsome face. He has long black hair.
History:
Wang Cheng is a Chinese-American. His father is Chinese and his mother American. His father was the Master of the Wing Chun School, but he died suddenly in 1978, leaving his young son to be the Master of the School. Being a quite able Kung Fu master, Cheng was able to beat some thugs who tried to close his school, thinking that he was an easy target now that his father died, thus become a celebrity. He then starred in two Kung Fu movies and took part in several Tournaments. When the superflu broke out, Cheng barricaded in the warehouse of his house, in which his father had hidden many foods and guns, because of being afraid of the Cold War turning into a hot one, thus surviving.
Birthday: 29th August 1957 (23)
Occupation: Martial Arts instructor.
Physique: Quite good. Master of Wing Chun (Kung Fu style). Has been practicing it since the age of 5.
Birthplace: New York City, New York
Hometown: New York City, New York
Current City: New York City, New York
Appearance: Tall, slim, muscular, with light scruffy beard and a handsome face. He has long black hair.
History:
Wang Cheng is a Chinese-American. His father is Chinese and his mother American. His father was the Master of the Wing Chun School, but he died suddenly in 1978, leaving his young son to be the Master of the School. Being a quite able Kung Fu master, Cheng was able to beat some thugs who tried to close his school, thinking that he was an easy target now that his father died, thus become a celebrity. He then starred in two Kung Fu movies and took part in several Tournaments. When the superflu broke out, Cheng barricaded in the warehouse of his house, in which his father had hidden many foods and guns, because of being afraid of the Cold War turning into a hot one, thus surviving.
arya126
Squad Leader
We need more people on the west coast please.
Sonereal, how easy will it be to get ourselves killed? As in, do we have any sort of plot armor, or are we being completely real?
Sonereal, how easy will it be to get ourselves killed? As in, do we have any sort of plot armor, or are we being completely real?
dragonprobably
The Poster Formerly Known as MartinLuther
Name: Dora Gale
Age: 25
Occupation: Record Shop Cashier
Location: Great Bend, Kansas
Biograhpy: Dora Gale was born into a poor farm family. She doesn't really remember her time on the farm because her parents lost their farm to the bank. They moved to Great Bend because it was the closest city. Dora grew up most of her life on the streets. She could spot a good or bad person from a mile away and was good at making friends. When she was a teen, she was introduced to rock music, which her parents were convinced was Satanic (Her favorite bands are Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath.) When she was 15 she got her faithful dog Toot, a terrier who had gastric-intestinal problems.
When the virus hit, she was devestated. All of her friends, family, and coworkers were dead. All she had is herself and her dog.
Appearance: She's short yet thin. Her hair is red and has that 80's perm style (I don't know exactly what it's called) with a sky blue bow in it. She has Ray-banns with a white border a bright red lipstick. She wears a sky blue button down shirt with a white t-shirt underneath that has a monkey on it. She wears yellow finger-less gloves and a rainbow bracelet. She wears a plaid sky blue skirt with white stockings and her lucky Red High Heels.
Age: 25
Occupation: Record Shop Cashier
Location: Great Bend, Kansas
Biograhpy: Dora Gale was born into a poor farm family. She doesn't really remember her time on the farm because her parents lost their farm to the bank. They moved to Great Bend because it was the closest city. Dora grew up most of her life on the streets. She could spot a good or bad person from a mile away and was good at making friends. When she was a teen, she was introduced to rock music, which her parents were convinced was Satanic (Her favorite bands are Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath.) When she was 15 she got her faithful dog Toot, a terrier who had gastric-intestinal problems.
When the virus hit, she was devestated. All of her friends, family, and coworkers were dead. All she had is herself and her dog.
Appearance: She's short yet thin. Her hair is red and has that 80's perm style (I don't know exactly what it's called) with a sky blue bow in it. She has Ray-banns with a white border a bright red lipstick. She wears a sky blue button down shirt with a white t-shirt underneath that has a monkey on it. She wears yellow finger-less gloves and a rainbow bracelet. She wears a plaid sky blue skirt with white stockings and her lucky Red High Heels.
Celticfury
King
Name: Joseph Carlisle
Age: 20
Occupation: Medical Student at UC Davis School of Medicine
Religion: Cultural Mormon (was raised and identifies as a member of the LDS Church, but is no longer practicing)
Current Location: Mill Creek, along Route 50, northeast of Grand Basin National Park, just west of the Nevada-Utah border.
Appearance: Average build, 5'10'', dark haired.
History: Joseph Young was born to Dr. Jacob Carlisle and Mary Young, in the town of Price, Utah. An only child, Joseph became acquainted with a young boy named David Fredrickson at a young age. Despite the fact that David's father was somewhat of a hardcore survivalist (a fact that caused much worry with Joseph's mother), Joseph and David became fast friends. Through their friendship, Joseph became quite skilled in hunting, hiking, and camping. Yet he was also a studious child, curious, dedicated, and keen on following in his father's footsteps.
When Joseph was only 14 years old, his mother became diagnosed with Stage-3 pancreatic cancer. Despite the low likelihood of her survival, Dr. Carlisle refused to allow his wife to die. He spared no expense, spending almost all the family's funds on treatments and procedures. He even moved the entire family north to Salt Lake City, so they could be closer to the cancer treatment center there. Yet for all his efforts, it wasn't enough, and on June 19th, 1976, Mary Carlisle passed away.
The loss of Mary hit both Joseph and Jacob hard. Dr. Carlisle became despondent, shunning close friend and family. At certain points in time, he even became aggressive, overreacting to minor issues. His work performance suffered greatly, until the hospital he was working at eventually forced him to go on an extended hiatus, or face dismissal. While he was eventually able to return back to work, he had just about irreversibly alienated most of his friends and family with his actions. Most of all, young Joseph began to feel like his father was a stranger to him, a man he did not known. He retreated into his studies, desperately trying to coexist with his increasingly hostile father. However, his father's temper began to take it toll, as Joseph started to loathe, then hate his father more and more. Soon, things came to a head, and one particularly bad argument later, Joseph decided to leave home to live with his uncle in Provo. There, he continued his schooling, and was admitted into UC Davis's Medical School.
When the plaque hit Sacramento, Joseph had barely enough time to get out of the city before the Army quarantined it. Uncertain of the extent of the plaque, Joseph resolved to head east, to the small towns in Nevada, hoping to ride out the storm. It wasn't until he reached the town of Austin, Nevada, that he realized just how bad things were. Abandoned cars, bodies strewn across the streets and diner bar stools, crows growing fat on the dead. Confronted with the true force of the virus, Joseph decided to try a new tact; he would head to his old hometown of Price, in hopes that his old friend David might have survived all this.
Age: 20
Occupation: Medical Student at UC Davis School of Medicine
Religion: Cultural Mormon (was raised and identifies as a member of the LDS Church, but is no longer practicing)
Current Location: Mill Creek, along Route 50, northeast of Grand Basin National Park, just west of the Nevada-Utah border.
Appearance: Average build, 5'10'', dark haired.
History: Joseph Young was born to Dr. Jacob Carlisle and Mary Young, in the town of Price, Utah. An only child, Joseph became acquainted with a young boy named David Fredrickson at a young age. Despite the fact that David's father was somewhat of a hardcore survivalist (a fact that caused much worry with Joseph's mother), Joseph and David became fast friends. Through their friendship, Joseph became quite skilled in hunting, hiking, and camping. Yet he was also a studious child, curious, dedicated, and keen on following in his father's footsteps.
When Joseph was only 14 years old, his mother became diagnosed with Stage-3 pancreatic cancer. Despite the low likelihood of her survival, Dr. Carlisle refused to allow his wife to die. He spared no expense, spending almost all the family's funds on treatments and procedures. He even moved the entire family north to Salt Lake City, so they could be closer to the cancer treatment center there. Yet for all his efforts, it wasn't enough, and on June 19th, 1976, Mary Carlisle passed away.
The loss of Mary hit both Joseph and Jacob hard. Dr. Carlisle became despondent, shunning close friend and family. At certain points in time, he even became aggressive, overreacting to minor issues. His work performance suffered greatly, until the hospital he was working at eventually forced him to go on an extended hiatus, or face dismissal. While he was eventually able to return back to work, he had just about irreversibly alienated most of his friends and family with his actions. Most of all, young Joseph began to feel like his father was a stranger to him, a man he did not known. He retreated into his studies, desperately trying to coexist with his increasingly hostile father. However, his father's temper began to take it toll, as Joseph started to loathe, then hate his father more and more. Soon, things came to a head, and one particularly bad argument later, Joseph decided to leave home to live with his uncle in Provo. There, he continued his schooling, and was admitted into UC Davis's Medical School.
When the plaque hit Sacramento, Joseph had barely enough time to get out of the city before the Army quarantined it. Uncertain of the extent of the plaque, Joseph resolved to head east, to the small towns in Nevada, hoping to ride out the storm. It wasn't until he reached the town of Austin, Nevada, that he realized just how bad things were. Abandoned cars, bodies strewn across the streets and diner bar stools, crows growing fat on the dead. Confronted with the true force of the virus, Joseph decided to try a new tact; he would head to his old hometown of Price, in hopes that his old friend David might have survived all this.
JOSEPH ''THE MESSIAH'' JOHNSON
Age: 30
Occupation: Missionary/Preacher/Prophet
Religion: Christian
Birthplace: Unknown
Current location: Kansas City, Missouri
Biography:This man moves around the country talking about Jesus' message and how we all must be good to each other. Largely unknown origins, his problems with recurring amnesia following a slightly botched brain surgery doesn't help. Also he has an old motorcycle and sunglasses.
KaiserElectric
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Name: Sheri Adkins
Age: 20
Occupation: Delinquent
Location: Allentown, PA
Appearance: Reedy and somewhat taller then average. Short black hair with small dark eyes, with pale skin and a generally tomboyish appearance. Currently wearing black bondage pants, boots, a faded red T-shirt, and a torn and safety-pinned black leather jacket.
History: Sheri was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and if you've listened to Billy Joel lately, you know it's not a nice place to grow up. The product of a rough childhood and apathetic parents, she dropped out of high school rather early and began hanging out with the other juvenile delinquents her age. Sheri just wanted to have a little fun before she died, and she wouldn't let things like education and the law get in the way of that. She did what she could to get by, often resorting to petty theft for a meal, and spent much of her time just hanging out with her friends at whatever the cool hangout was that day. Life, in spite of all the bad, was good, and nobody besides the localbuzzkills cops ever gave Sheri and her punk friends much trouble.
In early May of 1980, Sheri and her friends were planning a little trip away from their deadbeat town. There was going to be a big concert in New York on the 16th, and Sheri and company weren't going to miss it for the world. "Borrowing" a truck from someone's Uncle, they set out on their journey. As the gang passed through Scranton, Sheri, who was stoned out of her mind at the time, saw a passing cop car and dared Brian, who was equally stoned out of his mind, to chuck a bottle of Cola at the window. Sheri laughed wildly as the bottle hit home and the truck began speeding off, not noticing her other friend descend into a coughing fit. Sheri turned around to tell her friend a joke, but she had gone limp. Worst of all, her friend was the one driving. As the truck sped out of control, it ran a stop sign and collided with another vehicle.
Sheri woke up a minute later, miraculously unharmed aside from a few nasty bruises and cuts. She managed to free herself from the wreck and spotted Brian lying on the ground a few feet away, thrown from the vehicle and lying in a crumpled heap. She ran over to him and tried to help, but he was too badly hurt. Before she could run to get help, he reached out and took her hand, whispering his last words to her.
"They're....all....gone...." he croaked, followed by one last shuddering gasp of air.
Sheri looked up and was horrified when she saw dozens of bodies lying on the street, unmistakably dead. Stopped and sometimes crashed cars told her that many of the drivers were also dead. She ran back to the truck in a panic, but soon realizing that none of her friends were still alive. Whether it was the crash or the odd malady that killed them, she never knew. She took a long moment to compose herself, then did the only thing she could do at a time like this and started walking. She had no idea what had killed everyone, outside of those bizarre rumors about a superflu, but she was alive, and Brian seemed to have survived whatever it was before he died from his wounds. If this malady was widespread, maybe in a big city like New York there would be more people.
And besides, she wouldn't miss that concert for the world.
Age: 20
Occupation: Delinquent
Location: Allentown, PA
Appearance: Reedy and somewhat taller then average. Short black hair with small dark eyes, with pale skin and a generally tomboyish appearance. Currently wearing black bondage pants, boots, a faded red T-shirt, and a torn and safety-pinned black leather jacket.
History: Sheri was born in Allentown, Pennsylvania, and if you've listened to Billy Joel lately, you know it's not a nice place to grow up. The product of a rough childhood and apathetic parents, she dropped out of high school rather early and began hanging out with the other juvenile delinquents her age. Sheri just wanted to have a little fun before she died, and she wouldn't let things like education and the law get in the way of that. She did what she could to get by, often resorting to petty theft for a meal, and spent much of her time just hanging out with her friends at whatever the cool hangout was that day. Life, in spite of all the bad, was good, and nobody besides the local
In early May of 1980, Sheri and her friends were planning a little trip away from their deadbeat town. There was going to be a big concert in New York on the 16th, and Sheri and company weren't going to miss it for the world. "Borrowing" a truck from someone's Uncle, they set out on their journey. As the gang passed through Scranton, Sheri, who was stoned out of her mind at the time, saw a passing cop car and dared Brian, who was equally stoned out of his mind, to chuck a bottle of Cola at the window. Sheri laughed wildly as the bottle hit home and the truck began speeding off, not noticing her other friend descend into a coughing fit. Sheri turned around to tell her friend a joke, but she had gone limp. Worst of all, her friend was the one driving. As the truck sped out of control, it ran a stop sign and collided with another vehicle.
Sheri woke up a minute later, miraculously unharmed aside from a few nasty bruises and cuts. She managed to free herself from the wreck and spotted Brian lying on the ground a few feet away, thrown from the vehicle and lying in a crumpled heap. She ran over to him and tried to help, but he was too badly hurt. Before she could run to get help, he reached out and took her hand, whispering his last words to her.
"They're....all....gone...." he croaked, followed by one last shuddering gasp of air.
Sheri looked up and was horrified when she saw dozens of bodies lying on the street, unmistakably dead. Stopped and sometimes crashed cars told her that many of the drivers were also dead. She ran back to the truck in a panic, but soon realizing that none of her friends were still alive. Whether it was the crash or the odd malady that killed them, she never knew. She took a long moment to compose herself, then did the only thing she could do at a time like this and started walking. She had no idea what had killed everyone, outside of those bizarre rumors about a superflu, but she was alive, and Brian seemed to have survived whatever it was before he died from his wounds. If this malady was widespread, maybe in a big city like New York there would be more people.
And besides, she wouldn't miss that concert for the world.
Terran Empress
Hornet
Name: Captain Charles "Moroni" Jones
Age: 27
Occupation: Former United States Army Special forces (Green Beret)
Location: Draper Utah
Appearance: Average
Short History: Born in Draper, Charles was always enthralled by the the United States Army and always wanted to join them. His father, who was much more of an intellectual, encouraged him, so long as he got an education.
When Charles enlisted into the United States army, the Vietnam war was still in full swing, and his education allowed him to avoid being an average grunt and put him into the Army Special forces. His determination, attitude, and ties to Utah and the LDS faith earned him the nickname "Moroni" despite himself not being overly religious. After training he was shipped off to Vietnam along with the rest of his squad. Their first mission was a disaster, an ambush and subsequent attacks during the retreat left everyone but himself in his squad dead. When he finally reached an American position, the war had started to die down, and the United States started to withdraw. Charles saw this as a great injustice to his friends and squadies who died. When he returned home Charles continued his military Career, becoming one of the best Green Berets, and soon enough earning the rank of "Captain"
Due to Watergate and Veitnam Charles has an intense detest and distrust for the former United States Government, and government in general. When the disease hit and he was one of the immune that only hardened him more. Acting now as a Mercenary, Charles wanders the wilderness working for the highest bidder, whoever they may be.
Age: 27
Occupation: Former United States Army Special forces (Green Beret)
Location: Draper Utah
Appearance: Average
Short History: Born in Draper, Charles was always enthralled by the the United States Army and always wanted to join them. His father, who was much more of an intellectual, encouraged him, so long as he got an education.
When Charles enlisted into the United States army, the Vietnam war was still in full swing, and his education allowed him to avoid being an average grunt and put him into the Army Special forces. His determination, attitude, and ties to Utah and the LDS faith earned him the nickname "Moroni" despite himself not being overly religious. After training he was shipped off to Vietnam along with the rest of his squad. Their first mission was a disaster, an ambush and subsequent attacks during the retreat left everyone but himself in his squad dead. When he finally reached an American position, the war had started to die down, and the United States started to withdraw. Charles saw this as a great injustice to his friends and squadies who died. When he returned home Charles continued his military Career, becoming one of the best Green Berets, and soon enough earning the rank of "Captain"
Due to Watergate and Veitnam Charles has an intense detest and distrust for the former United States Government, and government in general. When the disease hit and he was one of the immune that only hardened him more. Acting now as a Mercenary, Charles wanders the wilderness working for the highest bidder, whoever they may be.
Done.
Name: Edward Brooks
Age: 28
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Born: March 13, 1952
Occupation: Texas Ranger
Physique: Average height 5'8, median build, has a rough beard, brown hair, and brown eyes.
Place of Residence:Houston, Texas
History:Marcus grew up living with his parents and six siblings. Marcus had three brothers and three sisters. Out of all his siblings he was the oldest one. At the age of 18 one of his brothers Langston got mix up with a dangerous biker gang called Roadburners. The gang was planing an attack on another gang that live south from them. Marcus begged his brother not to go with them but his brother didn't listen and sneak out later at night when everyone was sleeping. The next day one of his mother's friends came by to tell her that her son was killed in a gang war. His mother couldn't take the news and end up falling to the floor in tears. Two day after Marcus and his family arrived at his brother funeral. He felt like all of this was his fault. After that day he was more protective of his siblings and when was old enough join the Texas Ranger to prevent this type of violent from happening to other people.
When the disease begin in Texas, Houston was devastated and the military had to quarantine Houston fast. Marcus was unlucky at the time and was on patrol when the chaos began. people were dropping dead and car were crashing into each other. In Marcus eyes it was a hell on earth. His only save grace was that at the Ranger base their was a bunker built into the basement due to one of the previous Chef who thought the cold war would end the world with nukes. In that bunker felt that he lose everything including his family. After some day living in the bunker Marcus found out that he running low on food and decide leave the bunker behind to look for both survivors and supplies.
Name: Edward Brooks
Age: 28
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Born: March 13, 1952
Occupation: Texas Ranger
Physique: Average height 5'8, median build, has a rough beard, brown hair, and brown eyes.
Place of Residence:Houston, Texas
History:Marcus grew up living with his parents and six siblings. Marcus had three brothers and three sisters. Out of all his siblings he was the oldest one. At the age of 18 one of his brothers Langston got mix up with a dangerous biker gang called Roadburners. The gang was planing an attack on another gang that live south from them. Marcus begged his brother not to go with them but his brother didn't listen and sneak out later at night when everyone was sleeping. The next day one of his mother's friends came by to tell her that her son was killed in a gang war. His mother couldn't take the news and end up falling to the floor in tears. Two day after Marcus and his family arrived at his brother funeral. He felt like all of this was his fault. After that day he was more protective of his siblings and when was old enough join the Texas Ranger to prevent this type of violent from happening to other people.
When the disease begin in Texas, Houston was devastated and the military had to quarantine Houston fast. Marcus was unlucky at the time and was on patrol when the chaos began. people were dropping dead and car were crashing into each other. In Marcus eyes it was a hell on earth. His only save grace was that at the Ranger base their was a bunker built into the basement due to one of the previous Chef who thought the cold war would end the world with nukes. In that bunker felt that he lose everything including his family. After some day living in the bunker Marcus found out that he running low on food and decide leave the bunker behind to look for both survivors and supplies.
WhiteRobber
Twinkle twinkle Wunderbar
Name: Steve Greg
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Half-British, Half-Greek
Birthday : 26th June 1958
Occupation: Race Driver, part-time comedian
Physique: Tall 5'11'', well-toned body, short, brown hair, brown eyes .
Place of Residence :Inside a modified Chevrolet Suburban C20 , in the outskirts of Seattle.
History: Steve was just like Paul Walker, only less known. He was one of those then-presumed paranoiac fools, who made bunkers, adjustments to their vehicles and stuff way before any signs of apocalypse appeared. He has three safety bunkers , all south of Seattle, where he stored some food and fuel.
The need to do so has caused him to learn how to shoot. His favorite guns are grenades as they distract literally anything, his trusty machete and his pistol, although he keeps his father's shotgun and a rusty,WW2 artifact rifle in the car's trunk. The disease didn't take him by surprise.
Steve met other survivors in his trips through the city and on the outskirts, but few survived long enough to thank him for whatever hospitality he offered. Among those that survived is also his arch-enemy, Jack Wilson, who constructed a big fat fort on the top of a tall building in Seattle, and shelters a handful of other survivors. Instead of calming the conflict between the two, the disease deepened it. The two even had a duel, old western style, and Steve got out with only a grazed ear, while Jack got shot in the knee. Apparently, jack found an old ammunition depot and is using it at it's fullest to obtain the upper hand in this personal conflict, keeping Steve out of Seattle. Not that Steve wants to be in Seattle, anyway.
Age: 23
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Half-British, Half-Greek
Birthday : 26th June 1958
Occupation: Race Driver, part-time comedian
Physique: Tall 5'11'', well-toned body, short, brown hair, brown eyes .
Place of Residence :Inside a modified Chevrolet Suburban C20 , in the outskirts of Seattle.
History: Steve was just like Paul Walker, only less known. He was one of those then-presumed paranoiac fools, who made bunkers, adjustments to their vehicles and stuff way before any signs of apocalypse appeared. He has three safety bunkers , all south of Seattle, where he stored some food and fuel.
The need to do so has caused him to learn how to shoot. His favorite guns are grenades as they distract literally anything, his trusty machete and his pistol, although he keeps his father's shotgun and a rusty,WW2 artifact rifle in the car's trunk. The disease didn't take him by surprise.
Steve met other survivors in his trips through the city and on the outskirts, but few survived long enough to thank him for whatever hospitality he offered. Among those that survived is also his arch-enemy, Jack Wilson, who constructed a big fat fort on the top of a tall building in Seattle, and shelters a handful of other survivors. Instead of calming the conflict between the two, the disease deepened it. The two even had a duel, old western style, and Steve got out with only a grazed ear, while Jack got shot in the knee. Apparently, jack found an old ammunition depot and is using it at it's fullest to obtain the upper hand in this personal conflict, keeping Steve out of Seattle. Not that Steve wants to be in Seattle, anyway.
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