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    Last One Alive, Lock The Door ~ A Zombie RPG

    Discussion in 'Archive' started by Mousie, Dec 16, 2008.

    The Story...

    When a world-wide zombie outbreak reaches the Americas, people freaked. Riots, looting, people running scared. Y'know, real beginning-of-the-apocolypse type stuff. Some boarded up their homes to wait out the storm, others packed up and travelled North, because it's said that zombies freeze in the wintertime.

    Unfortunately for our characters, even if it is winter, their zombies won't be freezing anytime soon. It's six months into the outbreak and, somehow, they've all ended up somewhere in the suburbs of Phoenix, Arizona. Oh well. At least it's not too hot out.


    Your job...

    Whether your passing through on your way up North or looking for food is up to you, but your main objective is to stay alive. Shouldn't be too hard, right?


    Places to know...

    Since we're in the suburbs, the landscape is made up of mostly houses and cacti. But, there's a strip mall nearby, and an elementary school that may or may not be housing other survivors. Phoenix itself is about three miles East - it's a small city compared to others in the US, but a city's a city, and the place is crawling with zombies. You can probably find some useful supplies there, but I wouldn't suggest going alone.


    On Weapons...

    Your characters have been surrounded by zombies for the past six months, so odds are they have some kind of weapon. Give 'em whatever you think would work, but please, be logical. The odds of a civilian college student owning a rocket launcher are pretty slim. Also note that, while guns are effective against the undead, the noise attracts others. Shoot down one and expect another to show up.

    And pleasepleasepleasepleasePLEASE, no bow-and-arrows, shurikens, or any other hard-to-come-by-and-even-harder-to-use weapons. I shouldn't have to explain why.


    On Characters...

    Civilians only, please and thank you. War vets and kids from military school are fine, but no soldiers.

    Character profiles should look something like this:

    Name:

    Age:

    Sex:

    Appearance:

    Weapon(s):

    Background:
    ((history, personality, why they're here - stuff like that))


    Aaand, yeah. That's about it. It'd be nice if people would actually join this, but I think I might be among the only zombie geeks in here, so that seems unlikely. But, if by some miracle, people are actually interested in this, we'll start when enough people join.
     
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    Name: Kaeila

    Age: 29

    Sex: F

    Appearance: tall, athletic, form-fitting clothing, ponytail sticking out of the back of her FBI cap

    Weapon(s): handgun with extra clips, and a machete

    Background: When wounded on an assignment, Kaeila was forced out of her job as a special agent. She took a job as a private bodyguard in Mexico (for the actor Dirk Weston). Since the zombie invasion, she’s slowly been making her way north.
     
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    Awesome! Also, my character:

    Name: Si Joon Lee

    Age: 22

    Sex: Male

    Appearance: Si Joon's about average height, with scraggly black hair and a nasty scab on his chin. He wears a grey-and-dark-blue wool hoodie, ripped-up steel-toed workboots, and jeans with holes in the knees. Like most of the other survivors, he's a little on the scrawny side.

    Weapon(s): 2-by-4 with nails on the end

    Background: He was attending ASU when the whole freakout happened. He had no way of reaching his family in New York, so he went to stay at a friend's house in the suburbs to wait it out. They thought they had enough food stored up to last a lifetime, but they're starting to run out. Si Joon and his friend used to go scavanging for food together, but they were separated after they broke into a house full of zombies. Now Si Joon goes out alone, but that might not be the best idea. He's kinda spacey...
     
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    Name: Fitz McGee

    Age: 24

    Sex: male

    Appearance: about 6', thin, black hair and dark eyes, wears black dress pants and high-top tennis shoes, a white dress shirt, tattered red designer trenchcoat, a red tie, and a tophat with a long, red ribbon tied around it

    Weapon(s): a 7 ft. piece of rusty angle iron, hammered and sharpened into a crude sword; two six shooters and a ton of ammo (but his aim is terrible); a shotgun with no ammo that he likes to threaten people with

    Background: He was a loser all his life and could never stick to one thing at a time. He was contemplating quitting his job and dropping out of college to live as a bum when the zombie thing happened. With nowhere to go, he put everything he owned in his beat-up old car, chose a direction, and started driving, eventually crawling to a stop near Phoenix, Arizona with the tank on "E" and a blown radiator. Has spent the last six months dressing like a weirdo and calling himself various aliases. The only thing constant about him is his rusty "sword" and penchant for dismembering zombies in creative ways. Calls himself a "defender of the weak" though he really just does it for fun.
     
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    Name: Grell Nightwalker

    Age: 19

    Sex: Male

    Appearance: Pale skin, crescent moon birthmark on top of his right hand, liquid aquamarine eyes, messy short black hair, dark circles under his eyes, wears baggy slacks, and a baggy buttoned shirt. His eyes do some weird things like he isn't in control of them....when he sit down his right eye goes all the way up so he sees the back of his head, and his left eye sits down as if it is about to roll all the way up....when he stands the opposite happens

    Weapon: Shotgun

    Personality: His mind is in a state of psychosis

    History: Grell Nightwalker has lived his life in the suburban paradise. He was a student at one of the colleges here. He was living in a dorm room with his dorm mate. Grell has always lived a state of paranoid fantasy and the zombie infestation doesn't help his psychotic mind. His family worries a bit about his abnormal and wild behavior and his dorm mate tried his best to keep Grell in check.
    Despite the setbacks of instability Grell is quite intelligent.
     
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    about time! BRAAAAAAAAINNNNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZ

    Name: Dick Van-Dyke

    Age: 47

    Sex: male

    Appearance:
    salt and pepper hair shoulder length tied into a pony tail, beard or stubble, as you dont get much time to shave in a post apocalyptic world. he is fit broad chested, used to be in the military and is more than strong enough.

    Weapon(s):
    javelins made from sharpened star posts which are used for defending his house, as they are too heavy to carry. being in the military for 23 years he has smuggled more than enough weapons and explosives into his house, but 6 months of continuous fighting and giving handouts to the less armed has dwindled his supplies to an AK-47, a auto shotgun, and a double barrel shotty,

    Background:
    born is Australia and military trained as i said, worked from the bottom up to become a colonel in the field. was sent to lead an American strike force in the middle east and although successful got shot in the leg, then the zombies showed up and caught the only flight going, which was to the US... and so not the fastest on his feet, but neither are the zombies.

    oh, and whats a strip mall?
     
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    Name: Eli Aiken

    Age: 17

    Sex: Male

    Appearance: Spiked up black hair, piercing deep blue eyes, stubble, and a pierced lip. He wears a black overcoat, black clothes, and a roughed up pair of black converse.

    Weapon(s): N/A

    Background: Eli lives with his over protective abusive father, and his not quite there in the head mother. Home schooled, Eli never really got out much, so the zombie invasion didn't really impact his life a lot. He suffers from schizophrenia too, so he's got the voices in his head to keep him company.

    Since the invasion, he and his parents retreated to the basement. Eli's over protective father has forbid them from going upstairs, and so they've since been living on rations, but the rations are running out, so it's only time before they'll be forced to go back to the surface.
     
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    : Donny Vile
    Age: 23
    Gender: Male
    Appearence: 6 foot 2, he is muscled, and fit, his muscles huge and threatening, intimidating, his arms AND legs like tree trunks....he is black, with no hair and he wears a baggy blue top, with black jeans....he always has a positive outlook on things....
    Weapns: He carries a razor sharpe knife, small and sharpe, the scars of which don't heal....two glocks, and one revolver, black and threatening, with VILE chisseled neatly across the barrell
    Background: Gret, Great grandson of LORD VILE I, he has aqquired VILES taste for murdering for fun, and spilling blood he intends to do on this outbreak....

    He first was scared of the outbreak, and wisely got himself put in jail....however, after he WON his robbery case, he decided to go to THE VILE MANOR, now open as a museum, and he broke in, stealing his great great grandfathers legendary, enchanted knife (the scars from which don't heal) and he took his won guns from his house, ready for a killing spree....
     
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    Name: Jake Fredrick
    Age: 18
    Sex: Male
    Appearance: Jake wears black dress pants, casual dress shoes black, a black silk dress shirt, and a black leather jacket. He is 5'10, 160, fit but not ripped. Carries an antique windup pocket watch from his grand father.
    Weapons: Hatchet, .50 MAG S&W revolver (Picture Dirty harry's gun but bigger)
    Background: Grew up a spoiled rich kid in LA. Wears expensive things and fancies himself a ladies man. He was headed back from a vacation in mexico when he got in a car wreck distroying his mustang but not causing him any harm. He barely managed to escape the craze of the highway, gun in hand, only a pocket full of ammo. He made his way to a hard ware store and stole himself a hatchet. Has been running randomly since.
     
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    Name: Dirk Weston (called D Wizzle by some of his fans)

    Age: 19

    Sex: male

    Appearance: about 5'9... scrawny... looks like a 14 year old(which is perfect for his job)... dressed in the best fashions... usually keeps it urban suburban... will start the rpg in a black sweatsuit with a Raiders hat underneath the hood...

    Weapon(s): a bodyguard... and a .44...

    Background: Dirk is a famous teen actor that moved from LA to Mexico... receiving death threats, he hired Kaeila as a private bodyguard... since the zombie invasion, she's been taking him up north gradually to help him keep safe... he's also friends with Jake Frederick, the two are very controversial and well loved on the red carpet...

    List of movies he's been in...

    1. Go With It: a teen love story/comedy with Dirk as a nerd landing the hot girl in school, played by Lacey White(think Lindsay Lohan)...

    2. Not Today: a risque teen drama with Dirk as a high school jock, his morals tested by a corrupt sports agent played by Solomon King(think Keanu Reeves), and a gold digger girlfriend played by Lacey White...

    3. Uh-Oh: a comedy with Dirk co-starring alongside Matt Burke(think a young Bernie mac) as two kids from different sides of the tracks that need to unite to take down a corrupt corporation that wants to move in on a popular record store...

    along with the movies, Dirk started his career on the sitcom "Here We Go Again" as Davey, the youngest of 7 kids and a lovable troublemaker... the father, Harold, was played by Harry Tiburon(think a modern day Alan Thicke)... R.I.P. Harry...

    Dirk also cut a hip hop album last year as D Wizzle called "I'm The S#!T?"... double platinum...
     
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    Hm. Hmmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmmmm..........

    Well, I told myself I wouldn't be signing up for any more of these what with everything else I have on the go right now...but I kinda like the idea, so I'm gonna give this a roll. :D I'll warn though, that I might drop out if it starts getting TOO crazy.

    Name: Sarah Jacobs
    Age: 20
    Sex: Female
    Appearance: Straight black hair that reaches to her shoulders. Model material; beautiful fit figure with striking blue eyes. Wears blue jeans and a black tank top underneath a darker-blue jean jacket.
    Weapon(s): A four-inch lock blade, and a .308-caliber Safari-model Browning Automatic Rifle (found in a residence she took refuge in during one of the attacks).
    Background: Sarah is a college student working on her MD. She is smart and popular, though she picks her friends carefully. She has little use for someone who doesn't demonstrate a desire to learn. Her pet peeve is, in her words, "males who can't seem to see beyond their reproductive organs." Any attempts to hit on her will likely result in an extremely rude retort.

    Since news of the outbreak, Sarah has taken a profound interest in necrology, and the workings of the zombies. In her flight north, she has almost died trying to procure samplings of organs and examine remains. Even as she is terrified by the undead, she is fascinated with them.

    She had no previous training with guns, and in fact was an avid proponent of gun control...until finding a Browning rifle in an abandoned residence saved her life. Now, she can't be parted from the thing. She has learned to use it rather well.
     
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    Name: Seth Adrian
    Age: 15
    Sex: Male
    Appearance: Scrawny and tall, he stands at about 5'10''. His hair is brown, and due to the lack of barbers that don't eat flesh, it's grown quite long from it's original state, almost to his shoulders now. Dirty and tangled as it is, he usually keeps it in a ponytail. He has dark brown eyes, and his skin is quite pale, though to match his hair it is a bit dirty as well. He wears a pair of faded blue jeans, torn at the right knee, and a black t-shirt with a light spectrum and 'Darkside of the Moon' on it. He also has a black jacket, and a pair of Circa brand shoes, laced tight into running shoes.
    Weapon(s): A large kitchen knife that was probably used for steak, and a few smaller kitchen knives.
    Background: A simple school-boy in the suburbs of Phoenix, Seth had dreams of becoming a musician. Now, he can't even play Smoke on the Water without fearing it would attract the zombies. When the infection came, Seth's household brushed it off. Then, his parents and younger sister went to the market one day, and didn't come back. The morning after that, his first encounters with the zombies forced him to grab a handful of kitchen knives, his guitar, and flee upstairs into the drop-down staircase attic, which hasn't been breached yet. Eventually hauling most of the food in the fridge upstairs, he also eventually ate it. Now, he resorts to trips sneaking into nearby houses and getting food. Still quite shaken over the presumed death of -every- member of his family, Seth hopes the nightmare will be just that, and he'll wake up. Someday.
     
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    Ah, I'm back. And here is my stuff.

    Name: Jarold Stienker (Please, call me Jerry)

    Age: 32

    Sex: Male (With a name like "Jerry," what else could he be?)

    Appearance: Jerry is 6'1" and weighs approx. 230 lbs. He isn't overly muscular, but he can hold his own in a fight, as shown by his survival so far. He has a lantern jaw and a perfect smile, which he always shows, even in the recent months. His eyes are a dirty shade of green and his messily parted hair is dark brown, with streaks of grey running through it. He is usually clean shaven, though because of the recent hullaballoo, he's become quite shaggy, indeed. He always wears brightly colored button-up shirts (or are they button-down shirts? I dunno), though after several run ins with the walking dead, he replaced them with black button-up/down shirts. He weals black jeans and usually has his shirt tucked in with a black, leather belt keeping his pants up. His black leather dress shoes have become scuffed up (i.e. horribly mangled) over the past few months, and he is searching desperately for another pair, though because of his large feet (size 16 4E), he hasn't had much luck.

    Weapon(s): Jerry has a survival knife in a sheath attached to his belt. The knife is about 7 inches long and the hilt (hilts aren't just for swords, right?)is black, though it has many scratches on it from previous owners. The end of the hilt has a compass on it, although it doesn't seem to work. The part with the compass unscrews to reaveal a hollow inside the handle that has matches and fishing line with a hook. The blade of the knife was dull when he got it, but fortunately, the sheath has a small pocket with a sharpening stone (don't know what that's called) in it. Jerry also has a Fiskars hatchet. It's a strange looking thing. Dull steel blade. And the handle is molded right over the blade so it doesn't come off. According to the package, the entire thing is indestructible. He slips the handle through his belt and hooks the blade over the edge of it so he won't lose it.

    Background: Jerry has lived a mostly uneventful life. He had graduated from high school and was putting off going to college so he could travel around the country. He was taking a quick break to visit his grandparents in Tuscon, Arizona when the outbreak occurred. He had just gotten off the plane in Phoenix when the zombies first started to appear. He managed to escape the zombies and airport security and left to help his grandparents by taking a taxi. He couldn't get to his grandparents in time, but he managed to save himself, so that's good, I suppose. He'd always been known for his wisecracks and quips, though they've become a bit morbid recently (Think of those ironic things Grissom says right before the main titles). He's spent the last 6 months hiding and venturing out only for the necessities such as food and water.



    [EDIT]
    Y'know, you might want to start before you have too many characters to deal with. My teacher has a class where we play some RPGs and whenever we had too many people, I noticed he was a lot more cranky and horrible things began happening to our characters. Just trying to help (although, I really want to play, too).
     
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    HERE WE GO BOYS AND GIRLS

    Dick looked down the barrel of his double shotty, searching the shadows for movement. in one motion he stepped around the corner onto the main street gun barrel first, always gun barrel first. the white shop fronts bathed red in the light of the falling sun and the shadows getting longer by the minute. there was movement anywhere.
    no movement was worse, much worse than alternative, for at least you knew where they were. there is little chance of running into a single zombie for by what Dick had seen they ran in packs, hordes, armies-a flicker of movement Dick swung his gun to the direction-a sound behind him, he spun around...nothing. a window smashed but he could not see its location...'i shouldn't be here, it is too late.' he looked again down the street, the shadows were moving and there was nothing for it now, he and everyone else alive was about to fight for their lives...again
     
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    The black SUV barreled down the highway, Kaeila in the driver’s seat. She stared at the gas tank hand, hovering dangerously over the “E.”

    “S***,” she said. She adjusted her FBI cap, and turned off the air conditioner. Too late, though. They’d have to get another car soon. But with the setting sun, Kaeila needed to find a place to sleep.

    She swerved suddenly, waking the boy in the passenger seat. With a crash and a bump, they hit and rolled over another zombie. It wouldn’t kill a zombie, only a head shot seemed to do the trick, but it was still fun.

    “Sorry,” she said insincerely, glancing over at the boy. “Did I wake you?”

    She swore to protect him with her life, and she would. She would need to teach him how to hold his gun properly, though.
     
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    Grell was sitting behind a chair. He was in an office building somewhere. He wasn't exactly sure himself though as he just sat and stared at the carpet mumbling to himself. He wasn't sure what got him so worked up, he wasn't sure where he was, and he wasn't sure where the fairies went. He held on the handle of his shotgun, or was it? And he got up to continue moving, somewhere safer. He heard the movements of one of the ones that ate the fairies.
     
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    Dirk woke up cranky and disoriented. He looked at his rather hot bodyguard with a crazy glance. What the hell did they run over?

    “Sorry,” she said insincerely, glancing over at the boy. “Did I wake you?”

    Finally able to focus his vision, the young man responded.

    "Naw... I was just sleepin', yo."
     
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    Tap. Tap. Tap.
    The soft sound constantly kept in Seth's ear, and he strained to notice any other noises that might make themselves apparent. He needed to be listening, constantly listening. It was his only sense that could tell what was outside of the dusty attic he was cooped up in. He didn't dare to speak, for it might be one of the infected outside.
    Then, a moan confirmed his doubt. It was one of the infected. Seth gripped his knife until his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched in nervous stress. And so it continued like this until the moans became faint whispers on the air.
    "I can't continue like this..." Seth whispered to the empty space.
     
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    Dick walked backwards down the deserted street with his ever present limp giving him an awkward rocking motion. the Zombies still hadn't moved from the shadows but he could hear them now, making very low moaning sounds coupled with the crunching of lose gravel under many marching feet. he spun 180 to make sure he was clear, then back again...generally at this time he would be in his home, protected. But he had got careless, putting food above survival and now he was going to pay dearly.

    all noise stopped bar the wind in a tree and a "seasons greetings" sign squeeking on a lamp post that hadn't worked in months. a single low growl begun from a distance in front of him then slowly it was met by all other zombies present in the area, it increased to a volume almost unbearable...they were of sufficient number.
    A zombie walked out of an ally way not 10 meters in front of him, he fired his weapon as the zombie turned its head, its lower jaw was blow clean off " missed" he whispered to himself...it was going to be a long night
     
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    “Right, well, we’re going to stop soon. Running out of gas.” She tapped the meter, as though it would help.

    “The zombies are thinner out of the city, but we need to find shelter so we don’t get caught outside. There’re plenty of houses around here, so we should be able to find something.”

    The SUV started to slow. “S***! Get out, stay close and for God’s sake don’t shoot unless absolutely necessary.”

    Kaeila jumped out of the SUV with her machete out and rounded to the passenger side. No zombies so far. “Look.” She pointed to a light blue house in the distance, color disappearing with the sun. “We just gotta make it there.” She pulled his arm to hurry him away from the car. “Let’s go.”
     
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    Kaeilia moved quick, physically and mentally. Perfect. Money well spent. She pulled him out of the SUV, jerking his scrawny body like a rag doll in a pitbull's mouth. He took a look at the light blue house she pointed out and went along with it.

    "Okay, okay. Damn. And whatchu talkin' bout, woman? My shootin' is all that," he finally was able to squeeze out.
     
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    Woman, she thought, I have a name, and he couldn’t shoot the broad side of a barn. Not holding the gun sideways like he’d seen in movies. Nonetheless, now was not the time for such things.

    It was quiet on the street. As they neared the house, they could see the door hanging off its hinges. Kaeila motioned to Dirk. They would try the next house.

    Her feet didn’t make a sound on the wooden porch. The door was locked, sturdy. That was a good sign.

    She checked the door frame and under the mat. No key. But she could pick a lock. Kaeila knelt and pulled two wires from her pocket.
     
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    Dirk followed his bodyguard to the next house she spotted, sneaking peeks at her backside as she sprung into action. He had the real deal on his hands. He looked around a bit for any of those creatures. When he saw none, he sighed in relief. When he turned to Kaeila again, she had taken a knee and began to pick the lock. D Wizzle smiled from ear to ear.

    "Uh oh, go 'head, gangsta. I knew I hired the right one. Pick that sh*t. PICK... THAT... SH*T!!!"
     
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