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[rawr359]

for le waiting list
Name  - Dan
Appearance - Tall, caucasian, brown hair, thin.
Profession - Petty thief, mugger, that sort of guy.
Death - Hang.

[Talarion]

Justarr sighed. What did he do to deserve this? His thoughts wandered to his family in Australia...  Then he heard one of the others speak. "Huh? Oh right. We should probably move through the city to another location; keeping on the move is our best chance of survival." He follows the other mans example, looking for a weapon. "For the record, my name is Justarr. Justarr Kutaryn."

[NoahTophatz]

[Mr hatz]: Great just like [classified] again, except zombies instead of [classified] and it smells a bit better.
[other person]: did you actually say classified?
[Mr hatz]: thats [classified] now i just saw an equipment drop so i better get it before MR GLOVES that rat faced traitor gets it.
look for hidden equipment drop that would be nearby/stash of stuff

[jakeread1]

Waiting list me please

Name: Jacob Read

Apperance: Blue eyes, black hair, thinish, 5 feet, 10 inches, 18 years old, wearing a black and white stripped hoodie, brown cargo jeans, athletic shoes, glasses, spiky hair.

Background: At the begging of the outbreak he was in the middle of his political science class. All hell broke lose and hundreds died. Jake fled back to his house only to find it burned down and his family dead. He was scarred for life. He ran, city to city it seemed the zombies followed him. He has seen 100s of zombies and is a shell of the man he used to be. A emotionless shell...

Former Job: Part time waiter at Starbucks

Death: Selflessness

If there are any problems with the sheet just say so.

[Lordinquisitor]

Gabriel sighed. Only four Cigarettes left? That sucks.  And for him that was really the worst thing, the zombies didn`t worry him. In fact, he welcomed the collapse of society. He blew out some smoke and mustered the other people in the room. Some of them were searching the room, no bad idea, but if they wanted weapons they should search somewhere else.

"Ya know, it`s pretty bright to search for useful stuff. But if you want weapons we should, like, raid the police station. Happens that i acquired the keys for it." He smiled. He liked acting important. "I also agree that we should move, but not around the city.. We should find the quickest way out of it.. Goddamnit, if someone finds cigarettes hand them to me!"

Search the room for useful stuff, including cigarettes and additional lighters.

[Talarion]

"We should get improvised weapons to get us to the police station alive, first." Justarr motioned around the room before going back to searching. He seemed calm, but the stress on him was obvious in his voice; his old Australian accent was coming back.

[Bdthemag]

Turn 1

Scriver

Scriver looks nervously around the room. This was unbelievable, the stuff of dreams. Never had he thought it would really come to this. The Man, however, never failed to surprise him.
"We should find someplace better to be. I don't think it will be safe here for long." He looks around the room again, searching for anything to use as a weapon.

(...) After a quick look around you notice a wood baseball bat. You pick it up, it seems to be made of strong material and should hold up decently in a fight.

Talarion

Justarr sighed. What did he do to deserve this? His thoughts wandered to his family in Australia...  Then he heard one of the others speak. "Huh? Oh right. We should probably move through the city to another location; keeping on the move is our best chance of survival." He follows the other mans example, looking for a weapon. "For the record, my name is Justarr. Justarr Kutaryn."

(...) You follow the other man's example and look around for a weapon. The room seems to not have much in it, you did find a steak knife lying on the ground though.

NoahTophatz

[Mr hatz]: Great just like [classified] again, except zombies instead of [classified] and it smells a bit better.
[other person]: did you actually say classified?
[Mr hatz]: thats [classified] now i just saw an equipment drop so i better get it before MR GLOVES that rat faced traitor gets it.
look for hidden equipment drop that would be nearby/stash of stuff

(...) After looking around it seems your efforts are fruitless, the chances of an equipment drop or even a stash of anything is incredibly slim.

Lordinquisitor

Gabriel sighed. Only four Cigarettes left? That sucks.  And for him that was really the worst thing, the zombies didn`t worry him. In fact, he welcomed the collapse of society. He blew out some smoke and mustered the other people in the room. Some of them were searching the room, no bad idea, but if they wanted weapons they should search somewhere else.

"Ya know, it`s pretty bright to search for useful stuff. But if you want weapons we should, like, raid the police station. Happens that i acquired the keys for it." He smiled. He liked acting important. "I also agree that we should move, but not around the city.. We should find the quickest way out of it.. Goddamnit, if someone finds cigarettes hand them to me!"

Search the room for useful stuff, including cigarettes and additional lighters.

(...) You walk up to the front desk and immediately spot a packet of cheap cigerettes with 3 still left in it, score! You also find a key with the number 63 marked on it, its probally for one of the rooms here.



NoahTophatz

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Player: NoahTophatz
Name: Codename "Mr. Hats"
Profession: Spy
Appearance: Nondescript, nothing to see here civilian move along.
Backstory: Classified
Skills: Nondescript, Shaken not Stirred, Intel
Inventory: Dagger

Lordinquisitor

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Player: Lordinquisitor
Name: Gabriel Messerschmied
Appearance: Of normal Stature, neither big or small, neither fat or thin. His brown hair is pretty long and falls down to his shoulders. Blue/Grey eyes, his beard is a permanent stuble. His skin is slightly tanned. He wears a white shirt, grey jeans, a black mantle and a black scarf.
Profession: Troubled Young Adult
Backstory: He was a failure at live. While he isn`t dumb he never finished school- He has a huge problem with authority and if he doesn`t agree with something he WILL NOT do it. He dropped out of school and lived of the money his parents gave him, from time to time working as a barkeeper in one of the local pubs. (But never for long). He is addicted to cigarettes and will get grumpy without them. He is also pretty narcissistic, has a slight god complex, is always jesting, can`t take anything seriously, and can be pretty crazy from time to time.
Skills: Minor Criminal Cigarette Addiction Rebel
Inventory: Switchblade, Police Department Key's, Lighter, 7 Cigarettes, Key.

Talarion

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Player: Talarion
Name: Justarr Kutaryn
Appearance: Short black hair, green eyes, white skin. Wears a white button-up shirt, formal black shoes and pants. Also has a red tie, he says it's his favorite. He's tall and slightly thin, average musculature. He also wears square (or rather, rectangular) glasses with black rims. He carries a lens cloth with him at all times for these.
Profession: Office Worker
Backstory: Justarr was born into a middle class Australian family. He breezed through his education, eventually going on to study law, science and briefly medicine at University. When he was 26, he moved to America, and picked up a job working in an office. Then the outbreak happened.
Skills: Talented Asthma Four-Eyes
Inventory: Glasses, Inhaler (Full), Satchel, Wallet, Steak Knife.

Scriver

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Player: Scriver
Name: Charles Scrive
Profession: Garbage Collector by day, Political Activist by night.
Backstory: Backstory- Charles lived had normal but rather priviliged middle-class life, never really caring or worrying about anything. While studying to be a chemist, he met a charismatic activist who opened his eyes to the liberal cause. Never having felt passionate about anything before, Charles dropped out of college, joined the small group of activists, and pressed any key went out to further the Liberal Agenda.
Skills: Political Activist Over-Zealous Elite Liberal
Inventory: City Map, Wallet, Backpack, Baseball Bat.

[Lordinquisitor]

"Found a little key here, room 63. Truth be told i`m not keen on searching that big ass motel here for a room that might belong to a businessman without anything useful.. Or it could be filled with zombies. So if someone wants the key just ask, i`d just take my share of useful goods you`d find. But i suggest we survey the area and move out."

[JacenHanLovesLegos]

Name: John What'sHisName
Appearance: 6 foot 2, t-shirt, jeans, non-descript.
PbtO: Police Officer
Backstory: A rather normal man in a rather normal police station. The officer who threw Lordinquisitor into jail.
Death: Zombie

[Bdthemag]

I'd like it if we could get another turn up by today, I was planning to make 2 turns a day but whatever

[Talarion]

Justarr looked around, pushing his glasses up higher on his nose. "No, we should keep moving. Get to a more defendable position." He held the steak knife in his right hand, keeping it low. He was by no means a fighter, but it was a knife; Who didn't know how to stab someone?

[scriver]

"Yes, I agree. No point in staying here. Towards the police station, perhaps?"

[NoahTophatz]

blend into background and look for intel

[Lordinquisitor]

Survey the area outside.

[UltraValican]

Waiting List
Name- Valican Gables
Apperence- A slightly overweight man of 27 years. His skin is an oakish color, his hair is short and black, and he has a goatee. He looks very intimidating untill he opens his mouth.
 Profesion-
Accountant by day, Author/Game Designer whenever he could find the time, he also dabbled in the use and smiting of actual swords.
Back-story: Valican was an intelligent, although very absent-minded man. He was going to be wed to his high school sweetheart and childhood friend but she was killed by the zombies and eaten before his very eyes. He is capable into flying into berserker like rages, but is usually very quite. He owns a pair of plastic glasses that he head since he was 15, he barley needs them, but is extremely attached to them.

 Death: Aloofness