Post by The Long Island Rangers on Sept 1, 2009 10:36:49 GMT -5
"It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun. And that's when the exodus started. Before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of infection in Paris and New York. We didn't hear anything more after that.’"
'28 Days Later'
'28 Days Later'
Your Name: Andy
How many years roleplaying?: Almost a year
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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From left to right : Eoin Calhoun, Freddie Price, Daniel Bathoe(bottom), Michiel Closson(top), and Adam Jackson
(Sorry about the picture being of WW2 soldiers!)
Character Name:
PB:
Age:
Date of Birth:
Residence: All in New York, around the general Long Island area.
Profession: All are in the military, in a small squad nick-named "The Long Island Rangers". They are currently stationed in the Long Island area of New York.
Eoin is the rifleman in the squad,
Freddie is the medic,
Daniel is the Leader,
Michiel is the engineer and foreign language interpreter,
and Adam is the marksman.
Appearance:
Eoin has rather short jet black hair, there are signs of some stubble showing on his chin. He has light blue eyes. Normally he would be found wearing casual clothes, a plain t-shirt and jeans or something like that. But now he, like his squad-mates, is stuck in his military uniform. Freddie has hair that is bordering on brown, but still has a shade of blonde. He has dark brown eyes. He is a wannabe comedian so his normal outfit would be a shirt with some kind of funny slogan, or message on it and a pair of shorts. But now he, like his squad-mates, is stuck in his military uniform.
Daniel has greying hair due to his age, but before that it was a very dark black color. His eyes are an unusual grey colour. His normal outfit would be something normal and mature, but now he, like his squad-mates, is stuck in his military uniform. He also has a small scar on the left side of his face. Michiel has dark brown, bordering on black, hair which is beginning to go grey. He has green eyes and a crooked, hooked nose. His normal outfit is always some kind of shirt with a Dutch flag on it and a pair of jeans, but now he, like his squad-mates, is stuck in his military uniform.
Adam has light blonde hair that is almost always spiked up with liberal amounts of hair gel. He has a permanent look of confusion on his face and has green eyes. His usual outfits would consist of a white vest-top and khaki shorts, but now he, like his squad-mates, is stuck in his military uniform.
Personality:
Eoin has the personality of your typical military grunt, obsessed with shooting his gun and constantly cursing are his most common traits. He is loyal to members of his squad and not many other people, likewise with his friendliness. Freddie is the youngest, and incidentally, the most cowardly member of the squad. He rarely fires his gun and much prefers sitting around in a well-guarded base tending to his comrades wounds. However, if his squad is in danger and he can help, he will. He is a budding comedian so you can always count on him to crack jokes at inappropriate times and lighten the mood.
Daniel is the wizened veteran or "the old fogey" as described by Eoin. He is the leader of the squad of soldiers, therefore the most courageous and brave, and he would quite willingly take a bullet for any of his men. In Eoin's case, this may be a regular occurrence! Michiel is probably the most normal out of all the squad, he's basically your average Joe. He isn't too brave, nor too cowardly, he isn't too strong nor too weak. He's just about in the middle. Michiel sometimes talks in Dutch to annoy his comrades.
Adam is known as "That religious bloke" to his leader and "The damn hippie" to everyone else. He is very religious indeed, and often when he is taking shots, he can be heard quoting parts of the lords prayer under his breath. He's a very nice man but it's very easy to get on his bad side, and that is a VERY bad idea.
History: Please give me at least two paragraphs.
Eoin was born in Glasgow, Scotland, but his family moved to a small Scottish village shortly after his birth. He was a fairly stupid boy and didn't get very good marks in school. In his end of school exams he did pretty bad and only managed to get a few qualifications. He ended up working at a local supermarket. His father got a high-paying job in New York. After they moved there, Eoin just gave up and joined the military. Freddie was born and brought up in New York in a Jewish household. He passed through his school life with flying colors and applied to join the military as a medic/doctor.
Daniel was born in California to two parents who abandoned him a few years after he was born. He was sent off to live with his uncle in New York. He loved watching war films as a child and when he turned 21 he applied for the military despite his uncles protests. He has been in the military ever since. Michiel was born and brought up in the Netherlands. When he was 9 years old, he and his parents immigrated to America. They soon became official citizens of the United States of America and Michiel soon enrolled in the local elementary school. He did pretty good and got a fair few qualifications. Instead of going to university like his parents wanted, he applied to join the army.
Adam was born in the Long Island area of New York. His parents were very religious and every Sunday they had to go to church with NO exceptions! He did pretty good in school and went on to college and university. He got many qualifications, but instead of putting them to good use and getting a high paying job, he signed up for the military.
Likes:
Guns, Christianity (Well Adam anyway), Comedy, Horror movies, The Netherlands (Michiel obviously), video games.
Dislikes: Getting shot (Eoin has been known to say this a lot), Stupid people, zombies, people who think the world revolves around them, "Camp" men.
Strengths: Brute strength, ability to repair things, medical knowledge, good leadership skills, skilled with long range weapons (The full Monty!).
Weaknesses: Can trust people too easily (Freddie), Quite shy with people he doesn't know very well (Eoin)
Parents:
Siblings: All are only children
Spouse:
Anything Else? *whispers* I hope I don't taste like chicken ;D
Roleplay Sample:
1 March 2011
0915hrs
The depths of downtown Crescent City
53F; Cloudy
He peered out again, they were still there. Standing around, socializing and cursing quite pleasantly. One took out a cigarette and lit it carefully inside a cupped hand, he was soon joined by his two friends. Dirty smokers...
Andy reached down to wards his flimsy makeshift holster and felt around for his pistol. It was still there, the metal of the gun was cold to touch, probably due to his not using it at all for the last few days. He just couldn't bring himself to use it, for the last few days he had detoured around any hostile survivors, or zombies, or anything that looked remotely dangerous to him. It was sort of a good thing in it's own way anyway, only one clip of ammunition remained on his person and two bullets in his gun. Of course, he did have his tire iron, but he highly doubted that would be very useful against people like them.
He looked back at the three men, all three looking like the typical muscle man stereotype he had seen so much of in this wasteland. Two with buzzed..... looked like... brown hair, and the other with a scruffy jet black mop. They each wore fairly worn camouflage clothing, although the green, brown and black camouflage wasn't really helping them hide. One of the men carried some sort of assault rifle, Andy couldn't tell what it was though, his area of expertise certainly wasn't weapons. The other two wielded handguns similar to his, although they each had sights and various other useless stuff tacked on.
Suddenly, some sort of high pitched bestial scream echoed through the morning sky startling Andy, and from the looks of things, the three men as well. They bought their weapons up and formed into some sort of protection triangle in one swift movement, scanning the area for signs of the noise. After around twenty tense, silent seconds they cautiously lowered their weapons, and Andy began breathing again. One man shook his head and got back to talking with his friends.
First rule of the wasteland : Don't let your guard down
In an amazingly quick, blink-and-you'll-miss-it esque moment, some kind of zombie abomination dropped down out of a destroyed building's empty window frame from behind the trio of men, landing on one of them, one of the 'buzzed b*stards'. Before his friends could react the zombie threw his head down on the mans neck and began violently feasting on him. His screams were loud and high-pitched, no doubt attracting more curious zombies to the trio.
One of the men smashed the butt of his rifle into the zombies face with immense strength, it toppled off of the man onto the ground, it lay very still, most likely dead thought Andy. Almost immediately after, them man with the assault rifle aimed at the head of his friend and fired off two rounds into his skull, stopping his painful spasms, screams of agonizing pain and ending his life. Unfortunately for the two surviving men, a horde of zombies came charging along down the abandoned, debris ridden street to wards them.
Andy swore under his breath and dived back into the depths of the alley he was hiding, hoping that the zombies hadn't spotted him as well. The men managed to fire off a total of three rounds before being overwhelmed by the horde. Their screams and roars of pain could be heard several blocks away as the zombies fought each other for their next meal. As Andy cowered inside the alley, shaking like someone had just electrocuted him, he remembered something.
The wasteland is a dangerous place...
