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[Rolepgeek]

Made character sheet. Tried to post. Was told that I wasn't logged in. Character sheet did not post. Rage quit. Now serving for when I remake it.

[Mr.Zero]

Bump before bed, ~2 days left till start.

[Mr.Zero]

I'll check the apps that are filled in for now. I will type with bold red in the quote, If there is something miss then try to possibly improve it. I'm very open and not nit picky. Any improvements should be edited in your original application with the color ORANGE.

If it's an approved application, i will put this guy in there. 

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Name: Doris Finnegan
Age: 50
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: A very mean looking old lady. Her silvery hair is in a tight bun and her eyes are always squinting like she's suspicious.
Participation number: 13

Bio: Doris was born in 1965 and spent most of her youth cherishing the end of the hippie era. As she grew older, she watched the culture of her childhood disappear and did all she could to keep it alive. She spent her twenties alternating between activism and partying, sometimes combining them. She was arrested once for participating in "Smoke and Dye," the largest combination tie-dye and marijauna smoke-out protest against tobacco since 1974.

Her life grew much less exciting as she matured, as all of her friends straightened out and left her behind. She spent this period jumping between sub-managerial positions at various restaurants and hanging out at parties she was much too old for. Eventually, as her forties grew near, she realized that she was mostly without friends and retreated to her house at the edge of the city with only her many cats and the occasional acid flashback to keep her company.

When Colorado legalized medical marijuana, Doris took it as a sign that the good times were coming back and got herself a card. Most of her forties were spent in a stoned haze, where she used her skill at looking sober from her youth to appear like an upset and unapproachable old lady no matter what her state of mind may be. She used her new prescription and persona to explore the city and see beauty in it that she hadn't experienced for nearly thirty years. Servers from across Denver knew of her as the best-tipping angry old lady they'd ever met.

Every night, Doris returned to her cats, which were her pride and joy. There was Snoop Dogg (he was the oldest, nearly nineteen), Samantha (a fluffy stray cat that had follwed her home), Possum (a thin gray cat), Pikachu (she adopted it from a neighbor's daughter when they couldn't keep it), Fritz (a large white cat), and Snoop Lion (the youngest, and most excitable).

Two days before her 51st birthday, Doris came home from one of her normal strolls to find that Snoop Dog had died sometime that day. Dismayed, she found an old drug buddy and made some arrangements. The next evening, she sat in her rocking chair, a dirty needle full of heroin in her hand. She stuck it into her other arm, injected, and died of an overdose shortly before midnight.

Pardon me, but i'm having a hard time taking this application seriously. What exactly do you plan to accomplish as a cat-crazed drug addict in a war-torn universe? Pm me about this.

I'll give it a go, incoming lame bio.

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Name: Clair Adams
Age: 20
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: Long red hair and blue eyes. Slender build.
Thinking about it, my mind eye is seeing her like Kushina so pic.

Bio: A bandit from the wild west, never did anything big like Billy the kid or Calamity Jane so the history books tend to skip over her deeds however unlike them, she live a long time, passing away in her sleep at 73.

She started banditry at the age of 14 when her father, who she was riding with to Riverstone, was shot and killed. In a panic she drew her father's gun and shot the assassin in the head. Since she didn't know the routes, she got lost wandering and had to turn to banditry to survive.

She took oaths to stop her becoming as bad as some bandits she had heard of, never shoot a bystander, never shoot a child, honer the spirit of your word not just the letters, never take a assassination misson, never turn a blind eye to true injustice.

Participation number: 1

The parent death is cliche... but, i can see what you could try to accomplish with him/her. I'd love it , if you could add some details about your character.

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Name: Randal "Rand" "Captain Snakes"
Age: 25
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: Long dark brown hair, dark brown (so dark it's almost pitch black), and has a short goatee.
Bio: Was a a very notorious pirate who enjoyed violence, money, and blowing stuff up. His called his ship "The Serpent of Seas" and true to it's name, he was so dangerous people knew to stay away unless they want to risk being killed. Though his time as captain was short, because his crew mutinied him because he was too extreme even for pirates. He would torture his prisoners and shoot his own men if they disobeyed him. If he was never mutinied upon, he probably would've become famous in history for being the cruelest pirate of all time. After the mutiny, his crew threw over board near the coast of what is now the state Florida and his body washed up onto it's beach.

Kinda a wonder that people a thousand or so years in the future would use his DNA to make a proto human, much less even had his DNA.

Participation number: 10

It's fine. I can see what you could do in the RTD with your character.

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Name: Kurtis Blake
Age: 24
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: A man in his prime, relatively skinny with short brown hair. He has exceptionally dark eyes, with almost black irises and a gaunt face, looking young before his time.

Bio: Kurtis was born to a relatively poor district in the suburbs of London. He had a difficult upbringing, with food scarce and his father even more scarce. Every night he would be out protesting against the current, corrupt government, often drunk. One night he simply didn't return. A year later, when he was fifteen, a police unit at the door told his family they were to face charges of housing a dissident. Kurt heard the conversation and ran out of the back, ducking through the side streets. Heard the angry shouts asking for his whereabouts. Listened to the gunshots. After being told about their deaths the next day, he kept running and never looked back.

 Joining up with a rebel fraction he participated in many guerrilla raids against government buildings. If they could kill his family without caring, he would kill dozens without remorse. Soon he was promoted and became a captain in the growing resistance movement, now leading the very raids he had participated in as a recruit. Finally, after a few years, the group was deemed strong enough to face the government. They stormed the police station by force and barricaded themselves in there until political demands were met, including the resignation of the current prime minister. Instead of the diplomat they were waiting for, the army turned up on their doorstep. Grenades blew in barricaded doors and windows, and bullets silenced calls for reforms. The government's forces pushed the rebels all the way to the top floor, before their losses became too many and they were forced to turn back. Kurtis took the opportunity to barricade themselves there and prepared himself for the last stand. He had made them pay for what they had done to him, and was ready to die in a fair fight.

The government, however, were not prepared to be fair. Explosions suddenly rocked the building as army aircraft pounded the building before, finally, one smashed through a top floor window and exploded inside the building. Kurtis was thrown from the building and in to the rubble and bodies of his comrades last stand. He was barely conscious when the troops found him and propped him against the last remaining wall around the crumbled compound. He could barely stand as the government troops lined up their rifles, barely having his eyes open when the order was barked by the commanding officer. The bullets slammed in to his body, pushing him against the wall before he fell to the ground, at rest at last.
After pleading with the politicians, his uncle managed to get him buried with his mother and brother.

Participation number: 4

Excellent, i look forward to reading more.

Name: Kathryn Fry
Age: 26
Skin color: Caucasian/Tan
Facial characteristics: A young woman with a sheath of long red hair, tresses and pale green eyes. Tall and sprightly, with a surfers build and long, athletic legs and arms. Round, narrows eyes that give her a questioning look, and a strong well muscled jaw.

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OR like this person, but in color.
Also, not mine, but I love this image.

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Bio: Kathryn is-was-the daughter of a popular politician, one Malcolm Fry of the former United States. This is how her life was defined. A prop used to supplement campaign ads. She spent her all too short life in a constant state of lonely flux, drifting from interest to interest-art, science, music, sports...but her true calling was the sea. Much to her families dismay, she became a professional surfer and beach enthusiast. In time, her talents matured and she began to take on her politics herself-another voice added to the cause. She usually chose to champion the downtrodden, the abused, the neglected-be it a littered stretch of beach or a people facing ostracization, she found it to her liking to protect them-and her oratory skills and sometimes beguiling beauty made her fierce in a debate. It was in truth, as much a cry for attention as a need to be acknowledged-beneath her good intentions, there was a young woman who was both insecure, fiercely proud and bitterly vain, demanding recognition as much as perceived justice.

All too quick, her little lifes candle was quietly snuffed out. She was kidnapped from her beach loft by a radical group opposed to her fathers beliefs-for no other reason then they could get to her to hurt him and make a bigger headline, or so most thought. The group killed everyone there, as well. At least a week passed while she secreted away in a bunker under the deserts of Nevada, where she was likely tortured mentally and physically during the time-the final video, with its gruesome live camera execution, could show evidence that. But the impact was not as great as the group could have hoped-for no word of penance passed her lips. The words prepared for her she did not read. She did not beg for mercy. She fought the ropes even as the gun was lowered.

Her death was a media frenzy, the story of the year-and what could be better than the stoic, high minded rebel daughter dying for beliefs that were not even her own? It spawned at least three movies-dozens of books-and a line of 'Don't miss any waves' inspirational line of clothing. Of course, Conspiracy theorists have never stopped ruminating on the convenient timing of the event and the unusually quick response from the Fry family.

As per her wishes, she was buried at sea-along with a simple ocean marker stating 'I was here. Then I was gone. So, don't miss any waves on my account.' Some said Kathryn had never used the line or expressed need for a memorial, that it was merely the ruse of a clever and ruthless marketeer. They were right.

After the manhunt, capture and summary execution of her killers, Malcolm Fry decided to have what little remained of his daughter preserved in the Gene Bank, a system of saving strong people for future a use that he had once opposed-her image and rallying cry was no doubt instrumental in his ensuing victories against his opponents.

Participation number: 19

Excellent, I cannot get a view of what she could do, but i'm pretty sure you do.

[Dwarmin]

Added some clarification to my sheet, though it might be too wide in description.

[scapheap]

I'll did the same, but I suck at bios.

[Rolepgeek]

Name: Johnathan 'Hefter' Hennson
Age: 37
Description: Heavily built with a tan on his lower arms, face, and torso, Big Johnny has dark eyes and darker hair.
Participation Number: 8
Bio: Johnathan was born to a loving set of parents, and two older sisters who he mostly got along with. His six year younger brother on the other hand, was born to parents who were beginning to fight over financial troubles. When Johnny was 13, they got divorced. The child, barely getting into puberty, bulky and strong for his size, immersed himself in games to cope; both sports and video. This ended up making him extremely competite in a very short time, and he broke both of his arms when he was fifteen, because someone told him he couldn't. When he was sixteen, he was doing well in most of his subjects, save math, and was diagnosed in a few months with a late-onset ADHD. When he graduated, though, he decided to join the army and follow in the footsteps of his aunts and uncles. That, and his family didn't have the money to send him to college. An infantryman for years, John's strength and skill with heavy weapons earned him the nickname 'Hefter Hennson'. After he finished his tours, and when he finally got PTSD, Johnny used the scholarship veterans got, and went to college. After six years, he found that he was unable to get a job, as the war had been unpopular and the veterans were disliked. After several years of depression and unemployment, he finally found a job as an algebra teacher in a high school. It was here that he died, when a gunman began shooting up the school. The shooter had been patrolling the hallways, and despite the warnings of the police, John had stayed in the school, getting his kids to safety, and then planning to kill the gunner. Jumping out from behind a door with a knife, he got his gut blasted by an assault rifle, but his weight let his momentum keep him going for the few seconds it took him to put the pain aside, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding massively, and jamming the knife into the man's neck. Then he threw the assault rifle and aside and collapsed. Despite extensive surgery, he did not survive.

[Tiruin]

I'll be finishing my sheet later on, hold up

[Persus13]

Name: James Macalroy
Age: 30
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: charlie chaplin mustache, red hair, black eyes.

Bio (if history can be created): James served in the British space navy in the 23rd century and fought for king and country in many conflicts. After the second pakistani space war, James became a military engineer cleaning up the demilitarized space zone where the battle (and planet) of New New Delhi had been of debris, scrap and all sorts of old weapons. An explosion from a unexploded missile took out his ship and exposed him and his friends to radiation. He was unaffected but had to get blood tested anyway. He enjoyed his job a lot, but when Pakistan opened the third pakistani space war by charging through the DMZ, they blew up his ship.

Alternate Bio: James was an engineer at a nuclear power plant, and a former US Army veteran, and had a great family. He was considered one of the best engineers at the plant. One time there was an accident at the power plant and James managed to single-handedly shut down the plant, getting a pay raise. The next day a drunk driver ran him over.

Participation number: 3

[Mr.Zero]

I'm happy to notify that everyone who posted their sheet is accepted, those who didn't finish it. better luck next time! I will slightly change the participation numbers to match the correct number of applicants.

scapheap: 1
superBlast : 6 ( was 10)
Spaghetti7: 4
Dwarmin: 2 ( was 19)
penguinofhonor: 5 ( was 13)
Rolepgeek: 7 ( was
Persus13 : 3

The random chosen numbers are......3 ,5 ,2 ,7 ,4 ,1. ( Chosen on Random.org). Congratulations to those who made it, the prologue/1st turn will be out soon.

[scapheap]

Yay I got it.

[Mr.Zero]

Back to index

Turn 1: The awakening

Before you continue.

0. Do not forget that you can do free actions, this is a common misconception which i noticed. Free actions can be done 24/7, and will be written when i happen to be online. When typing a free action, you should make it so, that i can see that it is one. Bolded ones are the ones i will roll for, and thus you are able to fail on them. ( Unless you want to become a legendary door opener.)
1. The discussion thread is now open, please go there if you have ANY questions regarding the RTD or something else. It's to prevent clutter in the main RTD thread.
2. Sometimes quicktopic.com will be used for private rtd communications, after the private event has ended. It's up to the player whether, he/she reveals it.
3. Could the players  in their next action post their communications color? (Red, Green, blue, etc.), If it's not in the color list, could you post the color name as well?
4. Any input is always welcome! But post in the discussion thread.
5. I'm striving to write as best as i can, but i sometimes make mistakes so forgive me for that.
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Tio Volatis


There's a feint start-up sound.

"Initiating wake-up sequence of holding chambers 1 to 8. Malfunctions detected in cells 2 and 7. Damage status: irreversible. Status of occupants in cell 2 and 7: Dead."

Tubes start to leak air and the liquid in the tubes  starts bubbling. The occupants all slowly open their eyes, before having a sudden information overflow. Some wildly shake around, while some just lose consciousness.

"Data transfer: Success, draining all cells of myogenic liquid"

The liquid is slowly being drained, and a few of the occupants regain consciousness. The cells are just about to finish being drained when they suddenly open up. This surprises a few as they fall out of the cells, and some casually step out of them onto the chilly floor. Every occupant is protected by what seems to be a thin white latex suit, it nearly covers the whole body except the feet, hands and the head. Some quickly stumble upon small metal plug-ins near their neck and spine, everyone has these it seems.

but it doesn't take long for you all to realize, that you we're all dead....

looking around the room you see a few cells, most of them opened except two. There are a lot of tube bundles connected to the cells and the room gives you a industrial feel. It's quite well lit with a blue-ish light. From what seems to be the door, you can feel a thin breeze. Directly at the other side of the room, there's a terminal and just above it a small female hologram face.

"Wake up sequence: complete. "

 

What now?
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Scapheap
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Dwarmin
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penguinofhonor
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Spaghetti7
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Rolepgeek
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Persus13
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Age: 50
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: A very mean looking old lady. Her silvery hair is in a tight bun and her eyes are always squinting like she's suspicious.
Participation number: 13

Bio: Doris was born in 1965 and spent most of her youth cherishing the end of the hippie era. As she grew older, she watched the culture of her childhood disappear and did all she could to keep it alive. She spent her twenties alternating between activism and partying, sometimes combining them. She was arrested once for participating in "Smoke and Dye," the largest combination tie-dye and marijauna smoke-out protest against tobacco since 1974.

Her life grew much less exciting as she matured, as all of her friends straightened out and left her behind. She spent this period jumping between sub-managerial positions at various restaurants and hanging out at parties she was much too old for. Eventually, as her forties grew near, she realized that she was mostly without friends and retreated to her house at the edge of the city with only her many cats and the occasional acid flashback to keep her company.

When Colorado legalized medical marijuana, Doris took it as a sign that the good times were coming back and got herself a card. Most of her forties were spent in a stoned haze, where she used her skill at looking sober from her youth to appear like an upset and unapproachable old lady no matter what her state of mind may be. She used her new prescription and persona to explore the city and see beauty in it that she hadn't experienced for nearly thirty years. Servers from across Denver knew of her as the best-tipping angry old lady they'd ever met.

Every night, Doris returned to her cats, which were her pride and joy. There was Snoop Dogg (he was the oldest, nearly nineteen), Samantha (a fluffy stray cat that had follwed her home), Possum (a thin gray cat), Pikachu (she adopted it from a neighbor's daughter when they couldn't keep it), Fritz (a large white cat), and Snoop Lion (the youngest, and most excitable).

Two days before her 51st birthday, Doris came home from one of her normal strolls to find that Snoop Dog had died sometime that day. Dismayed, she found an old drug buddy and made some arrangements. The next evening, she sat in her rocking chair, a dirty needle full of heroin in her hand. She stuck it into her other arm, injected, and died of an overdose shortly before midnight.

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 Age: 26
Skin color: Caucasian/Tan
Facial characteristics: A young woman with a sheath of long red hair, tresses and pale green eyes. Tall and sprightly, with a surfers build and long, athletic legs and arms. Round, narrows eyes that give her a questioning look, and a strong well muscled jaw.

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Bio: Kathryn is-was-the daughter of a popular politician, one Malcolm Fry of the former United States. This is how her life was defined. A prop used to supplement campaign ads. She spent her all too short life in a constant state of lonely flux, drifting from interest to interest-art, science, music, sports...but her true calling was the sea. Much to her families dismay, she became a professional surfer and beach enthusiast. In time, her talents matured and she began to take on her politics herself-another voice added to the cause. She usually chose to champion the downtrodden, the abused, the neglected-be it a littered stretch of beach or a people facing ostracization, she found it to her liking to protect them-and her oratory skills and sometimes beguiling beauty made her fierce in a debate. It was in truth, as much a cry for attention as a need to be acknowledged-beneath her good intentions, there was a young woman who was both insecure, fiercely proud and bitterly vain, demanding recognition as much as perceived justice.

All too quick, her little lifes candle was quietly snuffed out. She was kidnapped from her beach loft by a radical group opposed to her fathers beliefs-for no other reason then they could get to her to hurt him and make a bigger headline, or so most thought. The group killed everyone there, as well. At least a week passed while she secreted away in a bunker under the deserts of Nevada, where she was likely tortured mentally and physically during the time-the final video, with its gruesome live camera execution, could show evidence that. But the impact was not as great as the group could have hoped-for no word of penance passed her lips. The words prepared for her she did not read. She did not beg for mercy. She fought the ropes even as the gun was lowered.

Her death was a media frenzy, the story of the year-and what could be better than the stoic, high minded rebel daughter dying for beliefs that were not even her own? It spawned at least three movies-dozens of books-and a line of 'Don't miss any waves' inspirational line of clothing. Of course, Conspiracy theorists have never stopped ruminating on the convenient timing of the event and the unusually quick response from the Fry family.

As per her wishes, she was buried at sea-along with a simple ocean marker stating 'I was here. Then I was gone. So, don't miss any waves on my account.' Some said Kathryn had never used the line or expressed need for a memorial, that it was merely the ruse of a clever and ruthless marketeer. They were right.

After the manhunt, capture and summary execution of her killers, Malcolm Fry decided to have what little remained of his daughter preserved in the Gene Bank, a system of saving strong people for future a use that he had once opposed-her image and rallying cry was no doubt instrumental in his ensuing victories against his opponents.

When considering her usefulness to the program, Kathryn's merits were discussed-she was naturally robust and physically fit, with an amazing amount of self control and personal dexterity. Given but a little incentive, her athleticism could be driven to any number of tasks. Her intelligence was above average, and she had good foundations in many fields from art to science-if undeveloped at her time of life.

Aside from her natural photogenic qualities, Kathryn herself is quite charismatic-a natural leader-and a born diplomat and negotiator. The drive to success, combined with her strong willpower, could certainly be an asset to the program...

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Age: 24
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: A man in his prime, relatively skinny with short brown hair. He has exceptionally dark eyes, with almost black irises and a gaunt face, looking young before his time.

Bio: Kurtis was born to a relatively poor district in the suburbs of London. He had a difficult upbringing, with food scarce and his father even more scarce. Every night he would be out protesting against the current, corrupt government, often drunk. One night he simply didn't return. A year later, when he was fifteen, a police unit at the door told his family they were to face charges of housing a dissident. Kurt heard the conversation and ran out of the back, ducking through the side streets. Heard the angry shouts asking for his whereabouts. Listened to the gunshots. After being told about their deaths the next day, he kept running and never looked back.

 Joining up with a rebel fraction he participated in many guerrilla raids against government buildings. If they could kill his family without caring, he would kill dozens without remorse. Soon he was promoted and became a captain in the growing resistance movement, now leading the very raids he had participated in as a recruit. Finally, after a few years, the group was deemed strong enough to face the government. They stormed the police station by force and barricaded themselves in there until political demands were met, including the resignation of the current prime minister. Instead of the diplomat they were waiting for, the army turned up on their doorstep. Grenades blew in barricaded doors and windows, and bullets silenced calls for reforms. The government's forces pushed the rebels all the way to the top floor, before their losses became too many and they were forced to turn back. Kurtis took the opportunity to barricade themselves there and prepared himself for the last stand. He had made them pay for what they had done to him, and was ready to die in a fair fight.

The government, however, were not prepared to be fair. Explosions suddenly rocked the building as army aircraft pounded the building before, finally, one smashed through a top floor window and exploded inside the building. Kurtis was thrown from the building and in to the rubble and bodies of his comrades last stand. He was barely conscious when the troops found him and propped him against the last remaining wall around the crumbled compound. He could barely stand as the government troops lined up their rifles, barely having his eyes open when the order was barked by the commanding officer. The bullets slammed in to his body, pushing him against the wall before he fell to the ground, at rest at last.
After pleading with the politicians, his uncle managed to get him buried with his mother and brother.

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Age: 20
Skin color: Caucasian
Facial characteristics: Long red hair and blue eyes. Slender build.
Thinking about it, my mind eye is seeing her like Kushina so pic.

Bio: A bandit from the wild west, never did anything big like Billy the kid or Calamity Jane so the history books tend to skip over her deeds however unlike them, she live a long time, passing away in her sleep at 73.

She started banditry at the age of 14 when her father, who she was riding with to Riverstone, was shot and killed. In a panic she drew her father's gun and shot the assassin in the head. Since she didn't know the routes, she got lost wandering and had to turn to banditry to survive.

Still using her father's gun, she attacked lone travelers for food and water and started making a name for herself, leading to requests of her services. She tried not to kill anyone, but accidents happen. Due to her methods, she gained several bounties and names, her favorites being Red Viper, the Huntress and the Angel of Mercy. She is proud of the fact no one worked out that they were all the same person till long after her death.

She took oaths to stop her becoming as bad as some bandits she had heard of, never shoot a bystander, never shoot a child, honer the spirit of your word not just the letters, never take a assassination mission, never turn a blind eye to true injustice.

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Age: 37
Description: Heavily built with a tan on his lower arms, face, and torso, Big Johnny has dark eyes and darker hair.
Participation Number: 8
Bio: Johnathan was born to a loving set of parents, and two older sisters who he mostly got along with. His six year younger brother on the other hand, was born to parents who were beginning to fight over financial troubles. When Johnny was 13, they got divorced. The child, barely getting into puberty, bulky and strong for his size, immersed himself in games to cope; both sports and video. This ended up making him extremely competite in a very short time, and he broke both of his arms when he was fifteen, because someone told him he couldn't. When he was sixteen, he was doing well in most of his subjects, save math, and was diagnosed in a few months with a late-onset ADHD. When he graduated, though, he decided to join the army and follow in the footsteps of his aunts and uncles. That, and his family didn't have the money to send him to college. An infantryman for years, John's strength and skill with heavy weapons earned him the nickname 'Hefter Hennson'. After he finished his tours, and when he finally got PTSD, Johnny used the scholarship veterans got, and went to college. After six years, he found that he was unable to get a job, as the war had been unpopular and the veterans were disliked. After several years of depression and unemployment, he finally found a job as an algebra teacher in a high school. It was here that he died, when a gunman began shooting up the school. The shooter had been patrolling the hallways, and despite the warnings of the police, John had stayed in the school, getting his kids to safety, and then planning to kill the gunner. Jumping out from behind a door with a knife, he got his gut blasted by an assault rifle, but his weight let his momentum keep him going for the few seconds it took him to put the pain aside, ignoring the fact that he was bleeding massively, and jamming the knife into the man's neck. Then he threw the assault rifle and aside and collapsed. Despite extensive surgery, he did not survive.

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Age: 30
Skin color: White
Facial characteristics: charlie chaplin mustache, red hair, black eyes.

Bio (if history can be created): James served in the British space navy in the 23rd century and fought for king and country in many conflicts. After the second pakistani space war, James became a military engineer cleaning up the demilitarized space zone where the battle (and planet) of New New Delhi had been of debris, scrap and all sorts of old weapons. An explosion from a unexploded missile took out his ship and exposed him and his friends to radiation. He was unaffected but had to get blood tested anyway. He enjoyed his job a lot, but when Pakistan opened the third pakistani space war by charging through the DMZ, they blew up his ship.

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Healthy
No Fractures
Sane

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3.Notes
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Take your time when deciding on a action, it may have a lot of impact on what will happen.

No promises on turns, like any GM. I will try to make them as often as possible.

[scapheap]

Head to the door and attempt opening it

"Hello."

[Dwarmin]

There is a terrific bang, and Kathryn-just Kat to those that truly her know her-realizes they actually went ahead shot her. At some level, she believed it was all a bad joke. That they wouldn't do it...

She realizes that she is not dead, at that moment. Hurt, badly wounded, yes. But still alive...there still might be a chance...the slimmest chance...

Then, they shoot her again. Just to make sure.

And her consciousness shatters into fragments and chips.

...


"...whats...what's going on?" Kathryn says groggily, angling out of her strange cocoon and quickly regaining her balance. Her former reflexes taking over, where her conscious mind could not.

She reaches up to the back of her neck, feeling the strange implants, and shivers.

There are others around her. Strangers.

She spits out some strange greenish-blue liquid, regaining her voice. It sounds odd and unfamiliar, like she has never used it before.

"...I don't know about all of you, but I expected the afterlife to be a bit less...efficient." She says, nodding at an old memory.

On instinct, she begins her daily routine without another word, feeling like she had done it a thousand times before.

Action: Do some basic stretching and limbering exercises to ease my body into wakefulness, waiting to see what happens.

[Persus13]

James felt a large flash of pain and then...


James woke up in a lab and realized there's a chance he might have survived. He looks around and greets the people around him and asks them who they are.

"Jingo, chaps, have life? Watch a name?"

[scapheap]

"Clair Adams, small time bandit, sort of"