TURN ONE:A NEW DAY.
Time:8:00 AM
First day of Spring
Michel Van MaximbergMichel wakes up. Cold. Very cold. Maybe it would have been a good idea to put some clothes on before he left his home? Naaaaaah. But still, this cold is unpleasant. He surveys the shelter around him. Benches. Lockers. A computer, and a broken one. And stairs down. Outside, the sun is shining, and he can hear birds chirping. Hmmm. Somethings not right... Oh yes, its the apocalypse. The non-broken computer was on, maybe something of use was on it?
What do you do?Name:Michel Van Maximberg
Taken Name:Minmax
Gender:Male
Strength:11
Dexterity:11
Intelligence:11
Perception:10
Traits:-Positive: Quick, Robust Genetics, Martial Art Training (Judo)
-Negative: Near-Sighted, Far-Sighted, Glass Jaw, Heavy Sleeper, Ugly, Truth-Teller, Wool Allergy
Profession:Shower Victim
Health:Fine
Equipment:Glasses.
Harvey Sam BekterGasp. Pant. Wheeze. Harvey slams the shelter door shut behind him. What the HELL was that! He was on a hunting trip with a friend, and out of nowhere... these WALKING TREES came at them, and killed his friend! There were also 2 giant trees where they seemed to be centered around. He managed to outrun them, and he saw this building, hoping that it would be safe. Looks like a evac shelter. Always had to do drills around these, when he was younger. Lets see, lockers, benches, a basement. A computer was on, maybe that would have some more info about whats going on?
What do you do?Name : Harvey Sam Bekter.
Taken Name : N/A
Gender : Male
Strength : 11
Intelligence : 4
Dexterity : 11
Perception : 10
Traits
Positive :Optimist, Robust Genetics, Light Step, Fast Learner, Night Vision, Shaolin Adept ( Dragon. )
Negative : Truth Teller, Wool Allergy, Trigger Happy, Smelly, Meat Intolerance, Bad Back.
Profession : Bow Hunter
Skills : Archery 1, Survival 1.
Health:Fine
Equipment : Camo Tank Top, Steel Toed Boots, Jeans, Pocket Knife, Matchbook ( 20 ).
Roger Samuel HendricksonRoger opens his eyes. Damm, what a headache. He was working at the store, and then the alarms sounded. He ran to the evac shelter, and he found himself being the only one there. He locked the door, and waited. First came the screams. Then came the silence. He eventually went to sleep, with nothing else to do. Now, he takes a closer look at the shelter. Lockers, benches, the basement may have something in it. The computer, in the corner, was turned on. Maybe there is something of use on it?
What do you do?Name: Roger Samuel Hendrickson.
Gender: Male.
Strength:9
Dexterity:10
Intelligence:9
Perception:10
Traits:
Negative:-Truth Teller (2p)-Lightweight (1p)-Heavy Sleeper (1p)
Positive:-Light Step (1p)-Fleet-Footed (3p)
Profession: Clerk
Skills: None.
Bionics: None.
Mutations: None.
Health:Fine
Equipment:Jeans, T-shirt, Sneakers, Matchbook(20), pocketknife
Jackson "Chameleon" ConnorsJackson opens his eyes, waking up on a unfamiliar bench... It must have been the party... he was used to waking up on unfamiliar benches by now. Then, he looked side to side.
Crap, so that was NOT a bad dream. He was in the evac shelter, and the apocalypse had happened. He had stabbed a friend in the eye with a scalpel that tried to eat him, an ran until he reached here. He surveyed the shelter. Usual stuff, benches, lockers, a basement. He then saw the glow of a computer monitor. Maybe something useful?
What do you do?Name: Jackson "Chameleon" Connors
Taken Name: Chameleon.
Gender: Male
Strength:10
Dexterity:8
Intelligence:10
Perception:8
Perks:Self-Aware
Negative Perks:Near-Sighted Poor Hearing Insomniac Asthmatic
Profession: pre-med student (-1)
First Aid: 2
Archery: 2
Cutting weapons: 3
Piercing weapons: 3
Health:90/90.
Equipment:pants, dress shirt, dress shoes, bottle of clean water, bandages (6)
Amelia TerinAmelia wakes up in the corner of the evac shelter... Oh god, there was so much blood last night, she thinks, as the night before plays through her mind. Gunshots. Shambling people trying to attack her. Oh god... THE DOGS! She put her head down... After sever moments, she manages to compose herself, and observe the shelter around her. Benches, lockers. A basement. And a glowing computer screen in the corner. What could that be?
What do you do?Name:Amelia Terin
Gender: Female
Stats:
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 14
Perception: 10
Traits: Quick ; Fleet-Footed ; Parkour Expert ; Night Vision ; Self-Defense Classes [Ninjutsu]Glass Jaw ; Weak Stomach ; Truth Teller ; Far-Sighted ; Wool Allergy ; Jittery
Profession: Paramedic
Skills: First aid (1)
Equipment:Pants, boots, medical gloves, first aid(2) pocket knife, matchbook(20)
Health:Fine
Caleb WrightIts the end of the world as we know it, and I feeeeel fine. Hummed Caleb as he sat on a bench in the corner of the evac shelter. You know, maybe, it was NOT fine. Bah, where did that thought even come from? Its always fine if you trust your faith. However, despite that, he was starting to feel slightly peckish. Maybe, just maybe, he could use some food. He looked around the evac shelter. Benches, lockers, computers. A basement. One of them was on. Maybe something useful?
What do you do?Name: Caleb Wright
Gender:Male
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 10
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 7
Traits: -Positive: Drunken Master, Self-Defence Classes (Muay Thai)
-Negative: Schizophrenic, Trigger Happy, Addictive Personality, Ugly, Smelly
Profession: Survivalist
Equipment:Cargo Shorts, Boots, Blazer, t shirt, socks, backpack. Pocket knife, matchbook(20)
Health:Fine
James DonoghueCrap. Craaaaaaaaaaaap. We fucked up. BAD. This time, there would be no going back. No cleanup. Its the end of the world, and I was there when it happened. When the portal failed. When the teleporters started spewing out monsters. Run, that was the only thought. Sprinting up and out of the lab like my life depended on it, and ending up here, some evac shelter and god knows where. James looks around. Benches, lockers. A basement. A glowing computer screen. Something useful on there, maybe?
What do you do?Name: James Donoghue
Taken Name: James Donoghue
Gender: Male
STR 8
DEX 7
INT 9
PER 10
Traits:Tough (3)
Profession:Lab Tech (1)
Skills:None!
Equipment:dress shirt, pants, boots, lab coat, rubber gloves, safety glasses, pocket knife, matchbook(20).
Health:Fine
Claire AppleWhat the hell. I get called in to help settle a "Domestic disturbance" and I nearly get my face eaten in. What. Then, the fucking MILITARY comes and calls all the police over, saying they need backup. I spend half the night driving there, and find the whole place butchered. When I tried to drive away, my car rams into a spire of flipping FUNGUS that's grown up in the middle of the road. Que me running through the woods for what feels like hours, until I find this shelter. Claire looked up. No point on dwelling on what the hell happened last night. I need to figure out what's going on. She looks around the evac shelter. Benches. Lockers. A basement. A glowing computer. Maybe it has something of use?
What do you do?Name:Clair Apple
Gender:Female
Strength:11
Dexterity:10
Intelligence:5
Perception:7
Traits:Tough, Fast Healer, Parkour Expert, Self-Defense Classes(Capoeira)
Insomniac, Heavy Sleeper, Poor Hearing, Lightweight, Weak Stomach, Truth Teller
Profession:Local Sheriff
Skills:Firearms:1 Unarmed combat:1 Dance:RP
Bionics:none
Mutations:none
Equipment:Army pants, socks, deputy badge, sheriffs shirt, boots, holster, pocket knife, matchbook(20)
Health:Fine
Michael LearyWhy the hell, does this kind of shit, always happen to me. Bloody hell. I am PISSED. Every time I go somewhere, there is a disaster. 6 years old, some fucking island I cant remember, guess what, TSUNAMI. 8 years old, France, largest earthquake ever to happen in the last 100 years. 15 years old. Go on a cruise. I FALL OFF THE SIDE. And now, I think, hey, I might be able to go somewhere without nearly dying! Nope. Looks like the apocalypse has arrived, and I have a front row seat. Michael looks around the shelter. Benches, lockers, a basement. Also a glowing computer. Might have a use.
What do you do?Name: Michael Leary
Gender: Male
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 10
Perception:7
Traits: Heavy Sleeper (-1)
Profession: Pre-Med Student (1)
Skills:First Aid
Bionics: None
Mutations: None
Equipment:pants, dress shirt, dress shoes, bottle of clean water, bandages (6)
Health:Fine
You may notice a few things. One of them being that I'm bad at counting. But, since I had already written everything out, and I would feel bad, we are now a party of 9. Enjoy the first turn. Carry weight/volume will be calculated when needed, mostly because it took me a hour and 40 min to write that out, and I'm kinda tired.
Have fun!
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