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Zombie Apocalypse RP Game

FoxMccloud64

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Hello there guys! I want to do a my first RP which will be based on a Zombie Apocalypse

The name is "The Restart"

Rules (some rules may change later):

1. Realistic RP, means only human characters, no werewolf, vampires or stuff, also means only real weapons, how could you feel with someone having a ray gun? (also no rocket launcher, but one can be found)

2. Your character may have certain skills or abilities, like running, explosives, parkour or something
but only 1-4 skills

3. About equipment, only you can carry 2 or 4 weapons, also have medical supplies, knifes, grenades, tactical shield or another stuff, BUT realistic man! you can't have eveything

4. About ammo, you can have 1-15 rounds per weapon, not 50 or 9001.

5. Backpacks, you can have 3 kinds of backpack, small, medium and big, you can start with any backpack
a example of a small backpack is this:

Canned food for 2 weeks
Water for 1 week
1 knife
2 grenades
Ammo

6. If you want to go off-topic, use OCC or (( )), but don't use it for random stuff like this:
OCC: Anyone like pancakes?
use it like this
OCC: I will be busy in some time, so i'm not going to post in some time

7. Only you can make your character die, not another person and you can create another character if your first character dies (no limit)

8. (NEW) You may only find supplies in destinated zones, example, you can only find food in a market, bullets or weapons in dead bodies or in a gunshop and like that

now the setting

Year: 2012 (not a end of the world reference)
Place: US, snowy mountain near a big city, buildings are almost destroyed, and cars that doens't work, "spawn zone" (where i start) near a crashed helicopter in a small house
Population: 100.000 ZOMBEHS!!

Zombies:
Regular slow and fast zombies, like in DayZ, they roam around at a slow rate of speed,but if they see you, they will run if you attack some one or if you try to escape
only regular zombies, no special zombies

Ok then, here's the application for you character

Name:
Last Name:
Nickname (optional):
Gender:
Age (near 16-60, not a 12 child):
Equipment (weapons and that stuff):
Physical Appearance:
Location:
Skills:
Supplies:
Nationality (Only if you want, if you don't put this, then your character will be from US):
Backpack:

here's mine:


Name: Bill
Last Name: Cooper
Nickname: "Billy"
Gender: Male
Age : 24
Equipment: A M1911 with 4 rounds, a AKM with 5 rounds and a L96A1 with 2 rounds , a tactical shield, knifes, and 2 grenades
Physical Appearance: Having a athletic body being tall (1.60)
Location: In a snowy mountain near a crashed helicopter
Skills: Assault rifles, melee, and explosives
Supplies:Canned food for 2 weeks, water for 1 week and medical supplies
Nationality: US
Backpack: Small

Day 1------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Starting*

*Slowly recovers from being unconscious*

Uh..What happened?

*Gets up*

Damn, the helicopter crashed and everyone is dead, maybe i have to go in the city

*walks to the city*

now your turn
also, for thing that you character does like opening doors and stuff, use the *
and the last and best rule
Have fun!

NEW: Also, if you want you can put your ammo left and backpack type depending on the situation
(if you collected something, depending in how many you did, you have to change you backpack type

example:

Pistol: x3 (Rounds)
Bow: x13
Backpack: Small-Medium

Players:
Ooglie101 - "Robert Millis"
State: Alive
Jkangaroo - "Sarah Jackson"
State: Alive
vati180 - "Incognito"
State: Alive
Shinyshark - "Steven Portpacer"
State: Dead (Fell from a staircase, got shot in the leg and a piece of ceiling fell in his head)
Sp3ct3r_2k11 - "Kusuma Eko"
State: Alive
AotsFTW - "Syrus Lyzon"
State: Alive
Duffie - "Hikaru Shirayuki"
State: Alive
Mach9824 - "Daniel Stone"
State: Alive
xXxFruitNinjaxXx - "Richard Smith"
State: Alive
Old_Man_Oak_63 "Jack Robert"
State: Alive
AvantGarde - "Donald Shutherland"
State: Danger to Death
hihihilolHI - "Scar"
State: Alive
 

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Name: Robert
Last Name: Mills
Nickname (optional): Robby
Gender: Male
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 26
Equipment (weapons and that stuff): A bow with 10 arrows, a pistol with 5 rounds, 1 butchers knife and 1 Swiss army knife, 1 tactical shield and 1 normal grenade and 1 smoke grenade.
Physical Appearance: Not skinny but not fat, just average. For height I'm quite small.
Location: Basement of house, surrounded by shattered glasses, exploded barrels and blood.
Skills: Archery, cooking and flexible.
Supplies: Canned food for around 2 and 1/2 weeks, 2 canteens of water, 2 first aid kits and equipment
Nationality (Only if you want, if you don't put this, then your character will be from US): United Kingdom
Backpack: Medium

*Vision is blurred and returns to normal*
"Wh-what happened... Hello..? Anyone? Somebody!?"
*Grabs onto a barrel and pulls self up and hears movement from upstairs*
"Hello? Are you here to res-"
*A zombie approaches the staircase, get's up and grabs backpack*
"Stay away... Whoever you are - past relative or not, stay away!"
*Zombie approaches and I grab the butchers knife from inside the backpack*
"Sorry..."
*I quickly slice down the middle of the zombie and blood and gore spews around the room*
"Well... I should get going, atleast find some sort of civilization"
*I stumble towards to the staircase and make my way up*
 

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((OOC: So is this just like a normal RP session where we make the story and such (ex: Afterstory), or is there like some special rules / specifications we should be worried about? Once I know fully, I'll post my character's bio since I love a good RP... especially with Zombies. :p))
 

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OCC: All right here i keep going

*keeps walking and sees a zombie*
Look who's here! my little zombie
*takes out the Glock 17 and kills the zombie*
BANG BANG! Dead!
*reaches the city*
Uhhh......very cold, better let's enter into this house and maybe find some heat packs
*enters building where Robert is*
Hello? Anyone here?
 

JKangaroo

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((I don’t know anything about DayZ and if they actually let you have these items that I’m seeing listed like Tactical Shields / such, but I’m going to try and keep it more realistic / simple with my items and try to role-play like a real Zombie apocalypse! Also: if there is anything wrong with this intro, tell me and I'll tweak it.))
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Name: Sarah
Last Name: Jackson
Nickname (optional): “Jack” or “J” (Using a Hidden Identity to appear Male)
Gender: Female
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 24
Equipment (weapons and that stuff):
- 3 combat knives(Varying Size)
- Lock-picking tools
-Grappling-hook;
-Crowbar
-Binoculars
-A Map
-A Small, Burned Photograph


Physical Appearance:
- Height: Average
- Body Type: Slender though fairly fit.
- Aesthetics: Brunette / Brown Hair; cut short. Wears worn, dark blue jeans paired with a tight, dark jacket / tight, dark long-sleeve shirt with vest. Sneakers.
- Personality: Difficult to trust others quickly; Neutral standing on most conflicts. Prefers being on her own. Has hidden grief. Tom-boyish.
Location: Scavenging for supplies on a road leading into “The City;” It’s packed / blockaded with cars.
Skills: Close-quarter Combat; First Aid; Reconnaissance; Flexibility
Supplies:
- Canned/Dried food for up to 1 ½ weeks
- Water (canteen) for 1 week
- Matches (Single Pack)
- Various Medical Supplies (Mainly Wild Herbs, Painkillers, disinfectants), Single Medical Kit.
Nationality: American / Tinge of British (Does not affect anything)
Backpack: Small
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Introduction:

"Dammit!"
The trunk of the decrepit automobile falls from the grasp of my hands, slamming shut, spraying me with a layer of dust.
I sigh...
"I've had barely any luck finding supplies last month... And now this...! This god-forsaken town is picked clean, just like all the rest." I glumly swear under my breath looking toward the skyscrapers of the desolate city, looming in the distance.
I curse, shaking my fist as a sharp breeze blows past me as I walk along the empty shells of cars.
"I swear... At this rate I might not even make it through the winter---"
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts of that subject: There was no good in dwelling on what may be, I had to stay focused. My first goal: Find shelter and make a fire, or else I might be freezing tonight.
Putting myself in a more alerted mindset, I look towards the skyline of the city once more...
"There's no other move but forward..."
I began to make my way toward the shadow of the city...
Perhaps...
...Toward my doom.
 

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Name: Incognito
Last Name: ?
Nickname (optional): ?
Gender: Male
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): ? (If we refer to his physical traits he is over 25 years old)
Equipment (weapons and that stuff): Colt 45 with 5 extra mags. Water Bottle. Hidden pistol. Commando Knife, a pack of Cigarettes, a lighter, a note book with a pen with a lot of ink.
Physical Appearance: The person in my signature, or click here
Location: The big city looking for stuff to put in his backpack
Skills: Eagle Eye (good aim), cooking, Close combat,
Supplies: water for a week, Canned food of various sorts for 1 week and a half. First aid kit.
Nationality (Only if you want, if you don't put this, then your character will be from US): ?
Backpack: Medium

Incognito wakes up from his small not permanent apartment.
He goes down stairs to see if any zombies have triggered the traps to his base.
He sees that no one has broken in, perhaps he will be able to stay another day in this place.
Incognito gets his backpack and goes outside to look for food and other important stuff that will be needed if he ever wants to survive this mess he does not even remember how it started
 

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Name: Steven
Last Name: Portpacer
Nickname (optional): Stevie, Steve, Stev-boy (Not commonly used)

Gender: Male

Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 21

Equipment (weapons and that stuff):
- Bottle of deodorant (Located in pocket of backpack)
- Machete (Kept on my belt if not worn in hand)
- Non-lethal airgun (Used on a carnaval, kept on an attachment on my backpack)

Physical Appearance:
- 1,79M.
- Shirt with short sleeves.- Blue jeans.
- Sports shoes.

Location: - My messy apartement inside the snowy village, around 3 miles away from the helicopter crash site.

Skills:
- Precise aiming
- Medium-skilled at parkour.
- Followed medical workshop on treating wounds and bruises to the best potentional.

Supplies:
- Bandages, enough to bandage six wounds. (Around 0,5 Kilogram)
- Medical kit, contains a clean syringe and surgical tubing. (Around 0,7 Kilogram)
- Canned beans, edible without the need of heating. (Around 2,0 Kilogram)
- Flashlight, runs on AA batteries. (Not in the backpack, weighs around 3 Kilogram)
- Four AA batteries, batteries in flashlight excluded. (0,3 Kilogram)

Nationality: Dutch.

Backpack: Medium-sized backpack. Without equipment weighs around 5 Kilograms.



The story:
Steven wakes up from his sleep, his backpack rests next to his bed as the morning-sun shines trough the cracks in his barricade. The window is broken and glass is shattered inside the house. I grab my MP3 player with my collection of songs and plug in one earbud. I turn on some music while I eat my breakfeast, some left-overs from last nights meal. I put on some deodorant, a clear scent. After I ate my breakfeast I put on my backpack and check one last time if I've got everything.

I open the door and take a look at the street, there's not many zombies out there. "Violence will just atract more of them, they smell blood like no other." I head back inside and walk to the kitchen. "Come on, where is it..." I say. I open a few cupboards, drawers and closets until I find it. "There it is." I grab some old clothes and cut them up to pieces, I grab the stapler and staple the rags under my shoes to dempen the sound. "I'll head out soon enough, for now I'll wait for a radio broadcast." I turn on the radio and close the curtains, it's dark; but that hasn't stopped anyone, and it will certainly not stop me.
 

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Name: Kusuma
Last Name: Eko
Nickname (optional): Eco

Gender: Male

Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 18

Equipment (weapons and that stuff):
-A baseball bat.
-A pocket knife.
-An airsoft gun. G36C model w/ Full-Metal.

Physical Appearance:
-169 cm.
-Red t-shirt.
-Cargo pants.
-Shoes.

Location: A Snow Lodge.

Skills: Runner. Tactician.

Supplies:
-3 Plastic Water Bottles. 2L each. All Filled.
-1 Bottle of BB Bullet Refills. 2/3 used. 500 each bottle.

Nationality: Indonesian

Backpack: Medium Sized

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I knew coming here was a bad idea.
So is this it?
This is what it all came crashing down into?
A Nightmare becoming a reality?

The only thing that he has in mind... is now to escape.
Escape, or be trapped in the zombie infested lodge.
 

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OCC: lol, didn't expected too many ppl posting here :p
also, everyone carries the infection, only it makes effect when you die

also vati, can you make you character having amnesia?

and keep going with the story:

*closes the door*
Nobody? Nice, better to find heat packs
*goes to the kitchen*
Oh, nice some food and 3 heat packs
*uses a heat-pack*
Ah! I feel bettter
*Goes out of the house*
Almost forgot, the binoculars here
*looks over the road leading to "The City"*
Hey....It's that a girl?
 

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Name: Syrus

Last Name: Lyzon

Nickname: Madman

Gender: Male

Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 30

Equipment (weapons and that stuff):
- A Medical Syringe
- Suitcase of Medical Supplies

Physical Appearance:


Location: A factory warehouse.

Skills: Medical Experience. Human Experimenting.

Supplies:
- 2 Bottles of Water.
- Three Jars filled with Zombie Liquids (Blood).
- 3 Cans of Beans

Nationality: Unknown.

Backpack: Medium Sized Backpack.

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"No, please... No!"

A man shouts and screams this as loud as he can as Madman approaches him. The man is strapped to a chair; his head is completely covered by a black ski mask. No part of the strapped man's face can be seen as the black covers his face. He only sees complete blackness.

"I have a family, please!"

Madman taps the tip of his syringe. In the syringe is a green liquid. Madman appears to not be listening to the man's pleas for his life. The screams now echo throughout the entire factory. Madman is not affected as he continues his preparation of the experiment. The man struggles to get out of his chair, repeatedly jolting and twitching his arms in rapid movement.

Madman begins to approach the man strapped to his chair; he wields the syringe, and a small band. He walks closer to the man as he places the band around his neck. The man struggles even more as he continues to scream. The scream is silenced as Madman places the syringe directly into the man's juggular vein. He slowly presses down on the end of the syringe, injecting the green fluid into his vein. The man's twitching slows, but his breathing continues...

"Wonderful."

His voice sounded like that of a demon...
 

FoxMccloud64

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((I don’t know anything about DayZ and if they actually let you have these items that I’m seeing listed like Tactical Shields / such, but I’m going to try and keep it more realistic / simple with my items and try to role-play like a real Zombie apocalypse! Also: if there is anything wrong with this intro, tell me and I'll tweak it.))
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Name: Sarah
Last Name: Jackson
Nickname (optional): “Jack” or “J” (Under the Persona of a Male)
Gender: Female
Age (near 18-60, not a 12 child): 20
Equipment (weapons and that stuff): 5 combat knives(Varying Size); Lock-picking tools; Grappling-hook; Crowbar; Binoculars; A Map
Physical Appearance:
  • Height: Average
  • Body Type: Slender though fairly fit.
  • Aesthetics: Brunette / Brown Hair; cut short. Wears worn, dark blue jeans paired with a tight, dark jacket / tight, dark long-sleeve shirt with vest. Sneakers.
  • Personality: Difficult to trust others quickly; Neutral standing on most conflicts. Prefers being on her own. Has hidden grief.
Location: Scavenging for supplies on a road leading into “The City;” It’s packed / blockaded with cars.

Skills: Close-quarter Combat; First Aid; Reconnaissance; Flexibility
Supplies: Canned/Dried food for up to 1 ½ weeks; Water (canteen) for 1 week; Various medical supplies.
Nationality: American / Tinge of British (Does not affect anything)
Backpack: Small
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Introduction:

"Dammit!"
The trunk of the decrepit automobile falls from the grasp of my hands, slamming shut, spraying me with a layer of dust.
I sigh...
"I've had barely any luck finding supplies last month... And now this...! This god-forsaken town is picked clean, just like all the rest." I glumly swear under my breath looking toward the skyscrapers of the desolate city, looming in the distance.
I curse, shaking my fist as a sharp breeze blows past me as I walk along the empty shells of cars.
"I swear... At this rate I might not even make it through the winter---"
I shake my head, clearing my thoughts of that subject: There was no good in dwelling on what may be, I had to stay focused. My first goal: Find shelter and make a fire, or else I might be freezing tonight.
Putting myself in a more alerted mindset, I look towards the skyline of the city once more...
"There's no other move but forward..."
I began to make my way toward the shadow of the city...
Perhaps...
...Toward my doom.
no problem with the intro JKangaroo :)
 

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((OOC: FoxMccloud64 Since I'm assuming your referring to my character in that last post, since I'm currently the only female character here so far, I don't look like a girl since I'm under the "persona" as a guy--- Should have made that more clear in my introduction. I'll edit that and some other things now!))
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My grandmother used to always say that when the world was cleansed of our blight upon the world...
...The streets would run rampant with the ghosts of our past; almost like a dream.
I guess she was right, because I can hear them, dancing their silent tunes upon the wind...
Echoing through the desolate streets...
Haunting me...

I shudder as another breeze whips against my being...
Dust blinding my sight,
And deep, guttural moans emanating in the distance; a sound that could chill your bones, especially in this desolate twilight.
The city had an almost, peaceful calm, but I knew otherwise.
I took my gaze upwards, eyeing the mass of stone before me; thousands of thousands of bricks formed together to make the dwellings we humans once inhabited: now the homes of the dead.

My eyes sharply turn as I spy the old, broken-down tubes of an "Open" sign; one's scene at an old convenience store.
3rd floor, Apartment Complex.
I let myself put on a slight grin; it was the perfect place to wait out the storm...
I let my backpack fall, revealing the shine of my trusty grappling hook: roughly made with a mining pickaxe and some sturdy rope.
I let it slack in my hand as I begin to throw it into a climbable position...

It clicks.
The rope hangs just far enough for me to get a good grip on it...
And I begin to
Climb...
Climb...
Climb...
 

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OCC: lol, didn't expected too many ppl posting here :p
also, everyone carries the infection, only it makes effect when you die
[OCC: Rules of the Zombie Apocalypse; The infection is in the air, and in the zombies. If you get scratched or bitten by the zombies, you will no doubt turn into a zombie. If you get killed by anyone or anything that doesn't kill the brain, you turn into a zombie.

Also, is it fine if my character is 17? D:]
 

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OCC: Oh, ok then

so you want the event now or tomorrow?
((OOC: Sorry but- What is this event that you are speaking of? In any case, if this is such an event, I guess you have the ability to start it whenever you want to, since as you started the Roleplay, I guess that makes you like the "Storymaster." But I suggest you let anyone else who wants to play add their character in fist. [Like Duffie!
...
And I have no further Roleplay for now, I'll just remain at my previous post where I was climbing up the building! I may add more when others post))
 

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First Name:
Hikaru​
Last Name:
Shirayuki​
Nickname:
"Hika" [Hee-kah]​

Gender:
Female​
Age:
17​
Equipment:
  • Small Backpack
    • See Supplies
    • Replica dagger
    • USB Battery Recharger​
      • Rechargable Batteries x4 [Sets for Cellphone]​
  • Light Jacket​
    • Cellphone​
    • Small pistol (Glock) x10​
  • Belt​
    • Screwdriver​
Physical Appearance:
  • Slightly active
  • Not very muscular
    • Averagely short
      • 4 feet, 8 inches tall
  • Wears a light jacket, with multiple pockets; normal jeans, not too baggy; a purple stripped long-sleeve shirt, underneath the jacket; basic tennis shoes, long socks
  • Has medium-length hair, but in a high pony tail
Location:
Barricaded in a flat on top floor of an apartment flat. The apartment shows a struggle, as well as some boarded and broken windows, but seems to be pretty secure.​

Skills:
  • [Short Figure - Agility +3, Strength -3] - Being small in size, you are able to get out of tight situations. Sadly, you are unable to carry as much stuff as an average sized person.
      • Cannot carry as much as other players, but can easily get out of some situations that others could.
  • [Fit As a Gamer - Wisdom +1, Perception +1, Strength -1]- Being a stereotypical gamer, you aren't as active, but you can recognize some things before they happen.
      • Is not as strong or fit as other players, but knows a thing or two from video games.
  • [Tricky Aim - Perception +2] - Has a pretty good eye for aim, usually aiming a shot on her kill.​
      • Can usually hit her target.​
  • [Technical Enthusiast - Wisdom +2, Intelligence +1] - Very aware of how to use technology, she can operate her cell-phone, and know when something's wrong with it.​
      • Able to repair her phone, if the damage is minimal, or technical. Also has the tendency to figure out how to fix computers, if still working.​
Supplies:
  • Small Backpack
    • One 2-litter bottles of Root Beer
    • Three bottles of water
      • Two week of water supplies
    • Five cans of Black Olives
    • Seven packs of Ramen Noodles
    • Manual Can Opener
      • Two weeks of food supplies
    • A basic First-Aid kit consisting of the following; average band-aids, wrap bandages, antibiotics, disinfectant, and healing ointment
      • Basic healing and mending supplies
Nationality:
Japanese-American​
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Hika sits on a sofa, pushed against the door; along her bag, right beside her. She fiddles with her cellphone, checking to see if her surviving friends are still all right. She sent them all texts, but is still waiting for a response from any of them.

She sighs, as she had expected this result. She knows that they could already be dead, but she doesn't like to linger on those thoughts; she just hopes they at least attempt to call her cellphone, as they know that she always carries it around.

Getting back up on her feet, she looks through one of the windows that aren't broken, next to a smashed TV in the corner of the small living room; a quiet sight of zombies, randomly scattered across the streets, as the rain poured heavily on everything in sight. It was dangerous to be outside, on the ground floor, but she finally felt safe and secure inside the flat, while being on the second floor.

As she was about to turn back toward the couch, she heard a sort of faint woosh from outside, then an even closer clang. Confused, she looked around, unable to find the source. She thought it was a bit weird, but maybe she was just hearing things.

She went off, but in search of some more supplies. Although this place was safe, it wouldn't always be that way; she had to leave soon, in search of survivors. She felt she was beginning to go crazy, and needed the comfort of someone else--- Someone else she could possibly know.
 
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