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[The Alchemist]

I'll get a sheet up tomorrow- Marine or uninfected, probably uninfected. Also, you get two survivors, so go ahead and you can add another.

Thanks for that I didn't notice that. I'll go ahead and edit my post.

[Tack]

We're up to 5.

Edit:

Accuracy: Anything from recurve to .308, this is behind it. With points in this, shoot to wound becomes shoot to kill.
I miss anything?

Yes


While I'm on it, Alchemist, do you have any back-story for your people?

[The Alchemist]

While I'm on it, Alchemist, do you have any back-story for your people?

I could whip something up if you like I have a fairly good idea for the first one. However, right now it's like 2 in the morning so I'll sleep and get at it in the morning at noonish.

[Megaman]

Is she still open? RESERVED!

Edit: Or not, actually. My mind is changed

[Tack]

While I'm on it, Alchemist, do you have any back-story for your people?

I could whip something up if you like I have a fairly good idea for the first one. However, right now it's like 2 in the morning so I'll sleep and get at it in the morning at noonish.

Cool, thanks. It just helps with getting items together/fluff. Little stuff.

Is she still open? RESERVED!

Edit: Or not, actually. My mind is changed

'Kay.
You realize it's going to show up in your 'unread posts' forever now, right?

[Stalker0489]

Count me in.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Greigor "Igor" Khervokov
Gender: Male
Class: Hero
Perks: Sniper, Handyman
Traits: Addict

Stats:

-Athleticism:
Strength: 3
Speed: 3
Agility: 3

-Focus:
Accuracy: 5
Perception: 5
Detail: 5

-Intellect:
Logic: 4
Knowledge: 4
Lateral: 4

Igor has been working as "private security" since he moved here from Russia. Upon arrival he was offered a job working as a "backup plan" for a "legitimate businessman" named "Mister Lucio", a job that he took to with passion. His lifestyle, however, has tended towards the violent side.
Igor frequently ended up in the OR, usually at least once a week. He can no longer remember a time when he did not have stitches in him somewhere, which caused his co-workers to bestow his alias upon him. As another side effect, if he doesn't take painkillers a few times per day he begins to ache in some of his deeper scars. When asked about his addiction though, he simply claims that the pills "help him concentrate". Two years ago, for "services rendered" as he pulled Mister Lucio out of a "heated discussion" with some other "legitimate businessmen", Igor was rewarded with his choice of any imported weapon he desired. This was when he met his first love.

Tanya, an INSAS Assault Variant with folding stock, 3-mode select fire, hybrid optics, extended custom barrel with silencer and a matte black finish.

Tanya has seen him through many "heated discussions" in the last two years and Igor wouldn't be without her. And now that hell has come to <City A>, he relies on her all the more.

Not sure if Tack minds me making up my own weapon, but i guess he'll let me know in short order.

[Tack]

And there's six.

There still might be a wildcard entry when we get down to three, depending on interest.

On a completely different note, now the full perk list is up. It doesn't have specifics, I'll give those to a person when they level up and pick them. However, now you know which perks will combine with which, and can get a bit more planning going for your build.
On that note, if you have 2 perks at start-up (say, a hero), you can pick one second-level perk instead. (Doctor, Perceptive, etc).
So those of you who want to re-do their character sheets because of this, go ahead. Just let me know so I can change it.

[Doomblade187]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Johnson Denzen
Gender: Male
Class: Uninfected
Perks: Momentum

Stats:

- Athleticism:
Strength: 3
Speed: 3
Agility: 3

- Focus:
Accuracy: 1
Perception: 3
Detail: 0

- Intellect:
Logic: 2
Knowledge: 2
Lateral: 3


HUNGER (FOD): ?/? [?/day]
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THIRST (THR): ?/? [?/day]
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ENERGY (NGY): ?/?
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FATIGUE (SLP): ?/? [?/day]
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HEALTH (HP): ?/? [?/day]
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SANITY (MP): ?/? [?/day]
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Items

More to come.

[Tack]

Bdthemag pulled out, so that means we still have a spot open.

Preferably for a survivor(s) or a Marine.


Also, Doomblade, you may want to fix up the name...

[kingfisher1112]

 Anyone up for a Marine?

Name: Katie 'Bloodhound' Jameson
Class: Marine
Perk: Sniper
Athleticism:
Strength: 2
Speed: 3
Agility: 3

Focus:
Accuracy: 4
Perception: 4
Detail: 3

Intellect:
Logic: 4
Knowledge: 4
Lateral: 3
Bio: A Marine who has been stuck in city A.
( I'm lazy alright :3)

[Tack]

Marines do need less Roleplay than the other classes though, simply because it's pretty much the hard-mode. You die fast, and with a bang.
So that bio is fine.


And now you're just waiting on me to finishthe map.
And then we can start this thing.


Edit: Also Stalker, I usually do mind - otherwise it can lead to balance issues. But hey, it seems to be pretty well done, so I'll allow it.

[kingfisher1112]

Sorry guys, I'm all fixed. I'll have better RP then my description lets on.

[Tack]

TURN 1
Reply to the turn in spoilers to prevent cross-player information.

Spoiler: Graph (click to show/hide)

Name: Roger 'Nightwing' Graph
Gender:Male
Class: Hero
Perks:Desperado, and Dual Wielding Novice

HUNGER (FOD): 500/500 [-250/day]
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THIRST (THR): 300/300 [-250/day]
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ENERGY (NGY): 1150/1150
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FATIGUE (SLP): 1000/1000 [-500/day]
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HEALTH (HP): 650/650 [+30/day]
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SANITY (MP): 700/700 [+50/day]
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Items
(Food)
Microwave meals (3) [1500]
Water bottle (600mL)
Potato Chips (1) [80]

(Weapons)
Aluminium Tonfa (2) [2000]
Nerf Gun (1) .6. [500]

(Miscellaneous)
Heroes for Hire! T-shirt (1)
Cargo Shorts (1)
Nightwing Costume (1)
Cape (1) [1000]
Total weight: 4.5/20

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

Damn. Despite your best tinkering, that transmitter isn't going to ever be anything but broken. You look around at your apartment... You really aren't going to enjoy leaving this place...
It is 10am. You are in an apartment.

Spoiler: Denzen (click to show/hide)

Name: Johnson Denzen
Gender: Male
Class: Uninfected
Perks: Momentum

HUNGER (FOD):500/500 (-250/day)
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THIRST (THR):300/300 (-250/day)
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ENERGY (NGY):950/950
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FATIGUE (SLP): 1000/1000 (-500/day)
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HEALTH (HP): 650/650 (+30/day)
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SANITY (MP): 200/500 (+30/day)
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Items
(Weapons)
Claws

(Miscellaneous)
Tattered cargo shorts
Total weight: 0/20

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

When you wake up, you are looking into the eyes of an alpha. You're not sure how you know what that is- but that's what you're looking at. It moves past you and begins rummaging through a cupboard, fumbling around with it's claws. In this room (Kitchen... Yes... it's a kitchen) there is another four alphas crouched on the ground around...
A human. Oh.
You rush to the sink, resting your hands on the counter and fighting down your rebellious stomach. You succeed... until you see that your fingers end in claws.
Pulling your head out of the sink, you see another alpha approaching. You feel it's inquiring about your health. You mentally wave it off and it leaves, satisfied.
Wait... What?
You can feel them, all through you, tiny microscopic organisms, changing your cell structure, deleting your memories, fixing wounds... and communicating. They're always communicating. With the others in your body, with the ones floating in the air, with the ones in the other alphas.
But your body has started to push them off. They're out of your head now, at least. You walk to the lounge room. The only thing present here is an alpha guarding the door to the outside
It is 10am. You are shaking a bit. You are in a family home

Spoiler: Sparks and SteinStein (click to show/hide)

Name:	Malakai Steinstein	Kathy Sparks
Class:	Survivor	Survivor
Gender:	Male	Female
HUNGER (FOD):	500/500 (-200/day)	500/500 (-150/day)
THIRST (THR):	300/300 (-200/day)	300/300 (-150/day)
ENERGY (NGY):	1000/1000	850/850
FATIGUE (SLP):	1000/1000 (-500/day)	1000/1000 (-500/day)
HEALTH (HP):	600/600 (+20/day)	550/550 (+20/day)
SANITY (MP):	600/600 (+30/day)	200/550 (+20/day)
Perks:	Rock Climbing	Sniper

Items
(Food)
Canned Beans (4) [2000]
Tinned Spaghetti (4) [2000]
Cooler Bottle [12L]

(Weapons)
.22 pistol (8/10)
Wooden Baseball Bat [1000]

(Miscellaneous)
T-Shirt (2)
Pants (1)
Skirt (1)
Tesla Electrics USB
Mobile Phone (2)
Total weight: 17/30

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

You've been cooped up inside this house for a while now, and food is running short. You've procrastinated as long as you could on finding a transmitter - "Until the rush dies down". Kathy also needed some time to mourn- but now really isn't the time. You need to get supplies, and you need to get a transmitter.
It is 10am. Kathy Sparks is shaking. You are in a barricaded family home

Spoiler: Araefsa (click to show/hide)

Name: Araefsa
Gender:Male
Class: Hero
Perks:Momentum

HUNGER (FOD): 500/500 [-100/day]
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THIRST (THR): 300/300 [-100/day]
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ENERGY (NGY): 800/800
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FATIGUE (SLP): 1000/1000 [-500/day]
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HEALTH (HP): 500/500 [+0/day]
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SANITY (MP): 300/600 [+30/day]
{||||||||||||}

(Weapons)
Claws

(Miscellaneous)
Battered Jeans
Ragged Singlet

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

When you wake, you are lying on the ground. You feel... concrete... underneath you. Yes. Cold. Hard. Concrete. The roof is made of... shiny... grey... Metal. Yes. Metal.
This must be a warehouse. Sitting up, you take a look around... It's kind of difficult to think, like something fuzzy has been poured in the top of your head and is flowing out of your ears. You look down, and yep - your hands end in claws. You're a zombie. You start to feel a little woozy.
Looking forward, you notice one or two of the basics poking their heads around the doorway. You tense up, every nerve in your body telling you to flee - but after a few seconds, nothing happens. They continue to stand there and peek in, slack faces tinged with worry. You wonder why they haven't entered yet, and suddenly they do. No horde of onrushing zombies, however. They quietly trot forward, and form a worried circle around you. More and more enter. There must be around twenty of them... No. Exactly twenty. And you can sense the exact same feelings from them. Hunger (always hunger), worry, fear.
Wait, What?
You can feel them, all through you, tiny microscopic organisms, changing your cell structure, deleting your memories, fixing wounds... and communicating. They're always communicating. With the others in your body, with the ones floating in the air, with the ones in the basics.
It suddenly clicks. They must think you're an alpha. They're standing around you like a bunch of puppies around the big daddy wolf. This is Weird.
It is 10am. You are in a Warehouse. You are starting to freak out slightly.

Spoiler: Khervokov (click to show/hide)

Greigor Khervokov
Stalker
Hero
Male

500/500 (-250/day)
300/300 (-250/day)
950/950
1000/1000 (-500/day)
650/650 (+30/day)
700/700 (+40/day)

Sniper
Medic

Addict


(Food)
Microwave meals (2) [1000]
Tinned Spaghetti [1000]
Cola Bottle (600mL)

(Weapons)
"Tanya"  (20/20) [4500]
Switchblade

(Miscellaneous)
Box NATO rounds (50/50) [500]
T-Shirt (1)
Jacket (1)
Jeans (1)
Mobile Phone (1)
Max Weight:7.6/20

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

You've been holed up in this pawn store for a while now... But you're starting to chafe. Food is good- water also, but you still don't have a transmitter, and you just took your last pill. It should last you about 12 hours - 16 if you push, but you know what happens if the pain comes back. It's unprofessional.
It is 10am. You are in a Pawn Store.

Spoiler: Jameson (click to show/hide)

Name: Katie 'Bloodhound' Jameson
Class: Marine
Perk: Sniper

FOD: 500/500 (-150)
THR: 300/300 (-150)
NGY: 900/900
SLP: 1000/1000 (-500)
HP: 550/550 (+20)
MP: 650/650 (+40)

(Food)
 -MRE (5) [3000]
 ~Canteen - Water (2) (1L)
Energy bar (5)

(Weapons)
Scar-L (30/30) [4000]
Combat Knife (Bayonet) [500]

(Miscellaneous)
Backpack - [4000]
 -Carton NATO 5.56mm rounds (10) [5000]

Combat Webbing ~ [3000]
 ~Frag grenade (3) [1200]
 ~Smoke grenade - red [400]
 ~Flash-bang grenade [400]
 ~Combat radio [1000]
Total Weight: 11.5/15

Spoiler: Turn (click to show/hide)

You stare vacantly at the destruction in front of you. This used to be a transmitter station - where the transmitters were handed out to the public. But, as things got wild, everyone got a little more desperate, and then some idiot, terrorist or traitor lit the fuel supply on fire.
Your whole squad is decimated. But, you can't stay to search for dogtags. This fire will have drawn freaks from all over the city. You have to get out of here. As you begin walking, a voice comes over on the radio.
"Does anyone read? I repeat, are there any military personnel still operating in the city?"
"Copy, this is Bloodhound" you reply.
"This is Commander Roger Fredericks. I'm currently trapped inside the military base on the Eastern side." He gives you the co-ordinates. "I need whatever re-enforcements you have left here ASAP"
You copy and put the radio back in your webbing. You know that spot- It's just a few klicks northeast.
It is 10am. You are standing a few streets away from a very noticeable fire. You have just received a possible mission.

I'm still working on the formulas for how 'damaged' you can get in a stat before stat effects occur- so there may be some discrepancies in that for now.

[The Fool]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Well, if I can't get the transmitter working I'll have to go by foot. There are still a lot of people stranded in the city that are looking for a hero, and chances are that someone out there has or at least had a transmitter. I don't think any of the infected knows I'm here yet, but it's only a matter of time. It always is. I should start heading north to Dyker Heights to scout out somewhere new to stay that's a bit closer to the electronics stores.

Roger removed the shirt he was sleeping in and put the top half of his costume on. It was routine by now to do this, but when he donned his mask he felt like someone else. Someone braver. Someone who could help. He packed his shirt back into his small bag and headed out the door, pushing the door slowly with his hand over one of his tonfas, ready to strike the nearest zombie. It was going to be a long day.

Head out of the apartment and head north.

I wasn't sure how big an action I was supposed to take or how detailed an RP you wanted.

[Tack]

Fluff is by your own discretion. It's for you, me, and the spectators, so, however you like.
Detail is everything. The more detailed a post, the more I know about what you're doing. As this isn't set hour-blocks, this is pretty important for getting the most efficiency out of your time.