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[lukuz13]

By Lukuz13, co author Graybeardhalt and the many others who contributed ideas to help this idea grow

Humanity. Such a fragile thing it can be. With the introduction of a single virus it is brought toppling down to the fires of the abyss. Yet even as it falls, there are those that refuse to give into the fires of despair, that choose to continue to fight back the endless waves of death waiting to consume them all. These individuals are known as survivors. People that have a zeal for life not found in many others, ready to fight for their very existence when the time comes. Some people, even those you would never expect, have this in them, people you may never expect who would, live on long after you have fallen prey to the gaping maws of hell. Survival is a game, one that mother nature plays with all her creatures...but what happens when that game is taken into human hands?

Huntington. A city in West Virginia, east coast of the United States. Nearly 70,000 populate this town, you being among them. Whatever it was that happened here, it happened fast, by the time people knew what was happening...it was far too late for most. The N4, short for Nerotonin type 4 virus was the cause, that much is common knowledge...all other details and smudged by rumors and wild speculation, all that is known is, whatever this virus' intention was, it transforms' it's victims into monstrosities that desire nothing more then to devour everyone around them. Though, cures were distributed, they were rendered nearly useless due to the virus' spread rate, and the fact that the main cure, a shot, was both rare and expensive to make. A more common, temporary cure was attempted which only succeeded in delaying the inevitable, pills could be taken to delay the zombification process, however temporary they may be. Survivors tell tales of the virus spreading through water, and encouraged to avoid ingesting anything you aren't sure whats inside.

June 4th 2022- The Outbreak begins

Welcome to Huntington survivors! I'll be your temporary guild to the city you are about to enter, can't hold your hand their whole way can I now?
First and foremost, I would like to say that this isn't like most classic zombie shooters. That is to say, you can't just shoot your way through everything, you can and will die if you attempt to do so. Not to say brute force doesn't have it's moments, strategy, traps, tactics, retreating, ambushes, and general clever thinking is encouraged greatly. That isn't to say you'd die immediately if not, but watch your step. This will be a good combo between looting ruins for goodies, and shooting down infected in the streets. You can and are encouraged to personalize everything you can, name safehouses, weapons, landmarks, whatever you wish.

Secondly, daylight can be your friend, sight will be one of your important senses in this one folks, so search for light sources to use to your advantage.

Third Teamwork! Gunho is a good way to die in 20 seconds.

Fourth, Think in character, metagaming is a good way to suck the fun out of something that might otherwise be a challenge.

Fifth, Equipment goes bad. Repair and maintain them often.

Sixth, Human needs. Yes, you will have normal functions, eating, sleeping, drinking all are needed for survival and you should seek them out where you can.

Seventh, Shelter. While no place is safe for good, having a place to lie low for a while is always good, especially if you have the right equipment there.

Eighth, Healing and medical supplies. This world has most of the basic healing gear you would imagine, but a few changes. One, Nerotonin type 2 is a very powerful healing agent, but also dangerous. It can cure terrible wounds but only with a doctor that knows how to use it. Secondly, infection is dangerous, but cleaning and dressing wounds will protect you for the most part, infection symptoms are obvious, and you will know if you need to seek medicine.
All decisions made by me are pretty final and if you have any questions comments or concern please do tell me so.

Character Creation:
Name: (What you go by, nicknames too if you use them)

Age: (any age with a brain is all you need)

Gender: (All sexs are welcome in this apocolypse)

Appearance: (Aren't everything, but add a nice personal touch, discuss with me if you want anything more then style)

Personality: (How your survivor behaves to the others)

Hobbies:(Things your survivor did in their free time, or did at one point that might give them an advantage now, such as hiking for tough characters, or dancing to give them nimble feet)

Profession:(The thing your survivor did before the outbreak, may explain their starting equipment, their general skills, and a great deal of things, essentially class. All are welcome, everyone needs another at one time or another)

Starting Point: (Where are they located as of their opening posts? Decide based on the layout of a city compared to your backstory and other factors. Remember, teamwork is quite important.)

Backstory:(Post general information about your backstory that your character would tell most anyone, or that is rather obvious, PM additional secrets or other details to maintain a sense of mystery amongst the group so you really are working with strangers at first.Also detail their first encounter with infected and how they got to their starting point, if it doesn't spoil too many juicy secrets.)

EDIT:Due to difficulty with a helpful map, I will be using a mapquest version and the starting city will now be Huntington, a real city. Small edits will be made as need be.

[kain17335]

[XX.....Deceased.....XX]

Nickname: Kain (his real name is unknown)

Age:27 (ish)

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6"9 tall with jury-rigged armour made out of leather and any bits of metal he could find.
He also wears a trench coat over it all (made of leather) for extra protection.
Has jet black hair and brown eyes.
Has a machete that has become rather rusted and worn by overuse and a silenced Colt 45. with one full magazine kept for emergencies.
Also has a bag that is the same size as the Pokemon bag.

Personality: Carefree but stubborn (only because he still believes his family are still alive)

Hobbies: He loves guns and has a proficiency in maintaining and repairing guns with anything that he can get his hands on.

Profession:
Worked in a gun shop that started selling guns to people wanting to protect themselves in the outbreak.

Starting point: inside a gun shop which has been barraicaded by the owner.
Holding out there with an owner and John who he only recently met.

Backstory:
Used to live with his girlfriend before the outbreak when she got infected.
Believes that his Parents and brother may be alive as they had a fishing boat his father used to use to go out to sea.
He used to work out allot at the local gym.
He can get back into the gun shop as a safe place to be but only if he doesn't use any supplies.

[duskskully]

[XX.....Deceased.....XX]

Name: Kyle Humphries but goes by Bill to people that know him real close
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance: Wears a camo jacket, with a white shirt under it that has a skull and cross shotguns with bad company written on the back of it, has camo pants with black army boots along with a hat that Bill has from L4D
Personality: Kyle is a good leader he lead a group of men in war to the evac mark after his mission was done while he had 6 bullet wounds, Kyle is a good friend to new people as long as they don't act like dicks, Kyle will help out anyone else that survived the outbreak.
Hobbies: Kyle use to train with swords and other melee weapons along with guns he also did a bit of gaming so he could learn to have fun every once in awhile, also Kyle smokes every once in awhile when he has cigarettes on him.
Professions: Kyle is a sharp shooter along with being a demo man back in the war, Kyle has some survival skills from the war as well.
Starting Point: Kyle is going to be in a gun store because he was buying some guns for his collection back at his house.
Backstory: Kyle was visiting this town with his girlfriend but, then once the infection started that got seperated and now he's searching the city for her.

[ThatOneGuysBro]

Name: John Proctor

Age: 19 1/2

Gender: Male

Appearance: Stands to about 5'4 in height. 110 lbs. Short and slim. Caucasian with brown, somewhat curly hair and hazel eyes. Attire includes a pair of straight leg, fitted Levi's, with a plain black t-shirt with a wife beater underneath and a pair of red converse and glasses.

Personality: Pessimistic, usually pragmatic and lethargic. He is an introvert who takes time to reach out to people, and will often keep to himself. He is soft hearted, but tries to hide it under the guise of apathy and will often stubbornly refuse to leave someone behind. However, for the sake of the group, or his own well-being, he will, at times, know when it is 'best' to leave someone behind to die, however reluctant he may be.

Hobbies: Your average lay-about. One who spends most of his time gaming and on the computer. He will occasionally partake in curling with weights and crunches, but does not run, thus having relatively poor cardio.

Profession: A year and a half after graduation of high school, he seeks employment with no plans to further his education. Currently unemployed and a rather lethargic lay-about, as previously mentioned.

Starting Point: After separation, John was traveling down until he came upon the corner of 8th Avenue and 1st Street. Attacked by a small number of revenants, Kain came to his rescue, and decided to tag along, for survival's sake. The two are currently taking refuge in Bob's Guns, the firearms sales place on the same street.

Back Story: A normal Saturday, laying about as usual. Until sirens pierced the atmosphere with fear, revenants burst through the windows of his family's residency. Alerted, John quickly made way for the kitchen, coming upon a large dinner knife. Sprinkled lightly with the blood of the living dead, the family agreed to take the car and flee. Hitting heavy traffic, they decided to traverse further on foot. Separated by the maddening crowds, John was on his own, to fend for his own life.

[Mog]

[XX.....Missing, Presumed Dead.....XX]

Name: Julie (With 2 I's and no E.)

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Appearance: School gym outfit (white shirt, blue shorts). The only other defining feature is that she is covered in specks and large lines of dried blood crusting over in layers on her skin, clothes, teeth, hair etc.

Personality: Impulsive, angry and foolhardy. Kept alive on sheer animalistic cunning alone.

Hobbies: Outside of school she mainly spent time with friends on the uh... darker side of town, getting into street fights and yelling obscenity at passing old women.

Profession: Inside school showed great promise as a gymnast. Is incredibly light on her feet and massively flexible. However, kept pulling other girl's hair out during disputes.

Starting Point: Inside her hurriedly barricaded school, straddling a demolished zombie who, after a long confrontation, finally had his head bashed in with a rock by a psychopathic tornado of girl.

Backstory: Julie was bullied once, by a pair of girls much older and much bigger than herself as their boyfriends and the rest of the big girls' gang egged them on. After being caught practicing dilligently for an upcoming gymnastics tourney she had been ridiculed constantly by this passing gang. They even followed her home, slinging insults and bottles. The important thing to remember is that Julie was bullied once. Just once. Because Julie was prone to having Little Moments.

Afterwards, when she was washing the rest of the blood from her hands with the aid of the significantly more dangerous gang that had found her mess, she felt no regret at all.

And at present, as she made a feeble attempt to wipe away the blood smeared on her shorts by either the infected zombie or her 'friend' who had smartly attempted to run only to find his way barred by more of them, Julie couldn't help but smile with grim satisfaction. More food for her.

[ballerscuba]

Name: Davey Johnson

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance: Davey is a skinny, tall man with thick glasses. He is best known for wearing dirty wife beaters covered in cheesy dust, and gray sweatpants with holes throughout. He has greasy red hair, green eyes, and freckles all across his face, though that may just be more cheese dust.

Personality: Davey is a snarky blogger during the day and MMO troll by night. He has a laugh that sounds similar to a pig in the middle of a meal that can infect the room in an awkward silence. His first and foremost enjoyment comes from the reactions he gets from others.

Hobbies: Although Davey rarely leaves his mother's basement, he gets plenty of exercise practicing sword skills in front of a camera. He hopes one day to reach a level where he can upload the footage online. He feels its only a matter of days now. He easily spends hours practicing with an oversize sword replica of the ultimate weapon from his beloved MMO that he has hung on the wall in his cave of a basement.

Profession: He owns, edits, writes, and produces MMOWTF, a sarcastic blog that makes fun of anything and everything that may enter his fantasy world. Nothing is ever good enough for him, and if it is, it is untouchable and no flaws must ever be mentioned under penalty of permaban.

Starting Point: Davey is currently living in his mother's basement, where he has his own bathroom and mini-fridge, along with his trusted computer equipment and video camera with the green screen background.

Backstory: Unknown to Davey, the zombie apocalypse has overwhelmed his town, taking his mother along with him. After a few weeks of being unable to reach his blogs' servers, not even by angry email in all caps in a bright red font, Davey's backup generator is finally running low on fuel. He has decided to do the unimaginable. He will leave the basement in search of fuel, food, and a high speed internet connection, knowing nothing of what's happened in the past few weeks, at least, in the real world.

[arentheawesome]

[...Missing...]

Name: Ichiru

Age: Mid 20's

Gender: Female

Appearance: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/079/b/0/ichiru_and_migaki_by_demonlioness-d3c2801.png The one on the right here. Curves in all the right places, and breasts not too big for her height, but almost. 5'9

Personality: She loves to flirt, and teases whenever she can. When faced with danger, she finds opportunities to laugh at something, anything. That's how she hides her fear. It's also how she hides pain. She also loves alcohol.

Hobbies: She went to the gun range with her father as a kid, and joined a gun club as she grew up. She loves shooting a moving target, and every girl's favorite gun is a big gun.

Profession: She was a bartender, good at sweet talking and terrific at getting and holding on to information.

Starting Point: At home with her sister. Her basement is filled with pistols and other firearms, all with licenses. Though, who needs a license during a zombie apocalypse?

Backstory: She had been best friends with her sister all her life, and when their parents separated, the other twin was all that she had. They grew up together in the same house, leaving their mother with their stepfather. They became aware of the apocalypse when they took their neighbor in when she was sick, and turned. Ichiru personally shot her.

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[...Missing...]

Name: Migaki, or Miki.

Age: Mid 20's

Gender: Female

Appearance: fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/079/b/0/ichiru_and_migaki_by_demonlioness-d3c2801.png The one on the left. She has a smaller build, but is the same height as her sister. A bit bigger than flat, though with sizable hips, she is better at fitting in small spaces, as opposed to her sister who is better at running.

Personality: She's shy, and closed off. She only talks to those who talk back, but she's smart, and can give useful advice when one needs it.

Hobbies: She volunteered at a hospital as a nurse, having gotten an education as one. She knows a hell of a lot about first aid, and can professionally deliver a baby. Though.... Why would one need that?

Profession: She used to work as a full-time doctor, but, as I said, she now volunteers instead.

Starting Point: Same as Ichiru's.

Backstory: Again. ^^^

[Pulse]

Name: Lucy Bennett

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance: Slim, typically wears faded jeans and a generic t-shirt mottled with engine oil from her long days at the garage. Some muscles from her engineering work, but for the most part quite feeble; is fast, but not very strong. About average height, has shoulder length black hair, slightly curly.

Personality: Having suffered much sexual harassment from her male coworkers, is quite bitter and doesn't like other people much. Very outspoken: if someone does or says something she doesn't like, you can bet she will confront you about it. Has been known to be flirtatious at times, though.

Hobbies: Loves to go hiking alone; has very keen senses and is an adept planner. Experience in improvising traps and lures.

Profession: Work in a garage as an engineer, works well at diagnosing problems...in humans and machines alike.

Starting point: In her workplace, fending off a stray zombie with a metal pipe and a wrench.

Backstory: The day of the outbreak was just another to Lucy: fixing whatever came her way, handing it back with another dollop of snide comments. Until the customers drifting in weren't the deformed simpletons she was used to serving, but zombies. After laughing harshly as they devoured her coworkers, she picked her tools of the trade and got to work.

[graybeardhalt]

[!!! Escaped Huntington !!!]

Name: Jessie Bogart (Mr. Slave)

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: He's incredibly tall, a few inches shorter than 7 foot. His body is something that the Greek gods would be jealous of, chiseled abs, amazing pecks, bulging biceps, and a MASSIVE pair of hands. His skin is so tan it makes Snooki jealous. His hair is short and golden blonde, often combed over to one side with a slight poof to it. Eyes of the deepest blue almost seem to pop out of his face. His teeth are perfect, straight, and white. Every feature he has is sharp and defined. All in all, he is the perfect man. When you find him, he's wearing nothing but a banana hammock. Showing plenty of.....schtuff. He will have shoes, but not right when you find him.

Personality: He's INCREDIBLY flamboyant. He cares for others, but worries when he has to deal with messy stuff. He has a slight lisp that's not really noticeable, unless he gets really excited, scared, etc. He'll go along with the leader of the party, but he'll be complaining quietly, mostly to himself, the whole time.

Hobbies:Sewing, cooking, reading fashion magazines, getting his nails done, hitting the clubs, etc.

Profession:Mr. Slave is one of the greatest male strippers you have ever seen. He doesn't really like his job, but he does it to get by and help his family.

Starting Point: The backroom of The Banana Hammock, the strip joint he works at.

Backstory: He was just a normal kid, average grades in school, kind of staying out of the crowd. He'd come to terms with what he was, but he preferred to keep to himself. When he finally graduated high school, he stayed in Huntington, supporting his family by dancing. He never told them what he did, they only knew that he worked nights.

[lukuz13]

Name: Brian Malloy

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Appearance: White lab coat, coated in blood, brown hair, glasses, blue eyes. He has on dress shoes and pants under his coat, as well as a white undershirt. He has a Remington 870 shotgun as well as several other supplies in the pharmacy he held out in.

Personality: Even before the outbreak, Brian was a quiet man, spending quite a bit of time in his books as a kid, that stretched into adulthood. He is a warm person, at least deep down, but ever since the outbreak he has been cautious of any and all to say the least, and while nervous, will shoot others if he needs to. Looters taught him that.

Hobbies:Brian of course enjoyed a bit of reading even as a hobby, but also enjoyed dancing, amazing enough, though was usually shy to girls he first met. This has helped give Brian quick reflexes, among bookworms at least.

Profession: Pharmacist. Normally only someone who gives out pills to the masses, Brian also dabbled in medical science as well as biology, both looking like promising careers, yet he seemed claims to prefer his simple job at the pharmacy.

Starting Point: A CVS where the party encounters him fending off a swarm of infected from the front door.

Backstory:Growing up the youngest in his family with 2 older brothers, Brian was overshadowed by his more athletic siblings, and instead preferred keeping to himself. As he grew up and he moved away from his family, the real world brought him out of his shell a bit more, and was even married for a short time before his wife died of a mysterious illness. Brian was running a relatively slow day at CVS when someone rushed inside seemingly choking, only to reveal their throat was ripped out. Brian attempted to help them, only to narrowly avoid a bite of the now transformed person. Grabbing the shotgun he kept behind the counter in case of robberies, Brian held off anything that attacked the store with the few that remained inside with him. He is the last one left.

[chimermaniac]

[XX.....Deceased.....XX]

Name: Juwan

Age:15

Height:5'10

Weight:160Ibs

Gender: Male

Appearance: Short brown hair, Brown eyes. He wears a t-shirt, and track pants. He wears running shoes. He is muscular due to good genes and constant physical labor (House chores).

Personality: He is generally kind but he can be easy to anger at times of great distress. He likes to think things out rather than jump on into a fight. He can be slightly arrogant when he brags because of his good mood.

Hobbies: Hunting, Fishing, Soccer.

Profession: Student at Huntington High School, also hunted with his father frequently from the time he was small till 12.

Specialty:Guns anything from a pistol to an hunting rifle. He is ok with melee weapons
but prefers long ranged. Weapons that arent used for hunting stags or cougars
such as assault rifle arent the best suited weapons for him but it would
suffice for the time being he is using it.

Bio:Juwan was born in the city of Huntington, his father was a hunter and, his
mother died through complications of child birth. He learned to shoot from his
father hence the fact that he was a hunter. They shot everything from rabbits
to bears. He grew to be a skilled marksman and was not the stupidest kid in
his school either. He has a good head on his shoulders and is a morale person.

His father grew older and more frail with age after all he had Juwan when he
was 45. So when he was 57 he was diagnosed with cancer. He had no money for a
doctor nor did he have insurance so the pharmaceutical company in the city
said they would treat him for free. Now it has been 3 years and he has not
returned from the company. Juwan moved to his aunts house across the city and
believes his father to be dead he is 15 now.

He has just heard a serious commotion at the pharaceutical company that took
his dad...

Inventory:M1 Garand rifle, 2 apples, a can of pepsi, smartfood, and a rifle servicing kit.

[thatfallout3guy]

Name: Lewis Sampson

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance: He stands at 6’4, has short black hair that he keeps neatly cut, along with brown eyes, and clean shaven. He wears a blue sweater vest over a short sleeved white button up shirt, along with a blue tie. He also wears khaki dress pants. His face also has a scar that runs from under his chin, to his right ear.

Personality: He gets along great with people, and has a lot of patience. He’s generally quiet, but isn’t afraid to engage in conversation. He’s an all around great guy to have around, and won’t hesitate to put his life on the line for a fellow survivor.

Hobbies: Reading, going to the gym, shooting at a shooting range (he’s a fairly good shot) and tutoring older kids.

Profession: Elementary school teacher

Backstory: He was raised on a small farm in North Carolina. His dad was a hunter, and taught him quite a bit about hunting, and how to live off the land. He stayed on the farm until he turned 25, when his dad became sick, and they were forced to sell their land. He enrolled in community college, where he eventually transferred to a university and majored in education. He received a job offer soon after, and moved to Huntington.

But that's not all there is to him, is it?

Inventory (Will be edited as RP goes along): Glock with four clips of ammo (on in the gun itself) a first aid kit, pain pills, a hunting knife, an SL8 with 53 rounds, a P90 with 75 rounds, and a bag with some cans of food and water.

[Noven]

[.....Whereabouts Unknown.....]

Name - Axel

Age - 32

Gender - Male

Appearance - He's clean shaven, hating anything close to a beard, keeping himself bare when ever at all possible. His hair is a sandy blond, fairly loose, of length that hugs to right above his ears, looping around similarly in front, before falling in the back. His body is muscular, kept up in shape from training, exercise, and simply his career demanding it, though, his body is of a smaller frame, making him look less intimidating than his physical strength would warrant.

Personality - He tends to approach most things in a calm nonchalant way, caring for his life, but seemingly takes things on in a way as if he didn't care if he lived one way or another. Not to say that he's reckless, but, has a sense of self confidence in all things he does. Otherwise, he's faily loose, liking jokes, sometimes sarcastic, and gnerally good willed to others, as long as he deems them of good character himself, keeping an eye on those who could prove to be dangerous to him or of those he aims to keep alive.

Hobbies - After joining the CIA, many liberties were lost to him, however, he finds himself practicing on the gun range even when he wouldn't need to, both enjoying and wanting to keep his aim true and well trained. Besides this, he had the occasional drink, though after getting his profession, he had given that up to keep himself alert at all times. In its place has come a habbit of chewing gum. Lastly, something he retains from his childhood, is a love for games. Not so much video games, rather, Monopoly or Clue. Connect four, checkers, or chess. Games dealing in cards, and so forth. When in off time, if not following friends about to bars, usually the designated driver, he would coerce them into joining him in his various games if given the chance, something to relieve any pent up stress and prove to be a good time to share stories earned.

Profession: - A member of the CIA, long term job, joined in wanting to be of service to his country and to be a general help to the world, make something of himself. He's proved to be a skilled agent over years of service, showing great flexibility and quick thinking, something not unique to this trade, but that which was honed finely in him, soemthing exemplory.

Starting Point - Bathroom stall, with his pants down. B|

Backstory - Alex had a fairly good childhood, one who made friends fairly easily, charismatic somewhat, which would later prove to be useful in his life in the CIA, charm always useful when needing to make the man you need to kill your friend first. He did fair in school, not gaining work ethic until later, in his highschool years, getting mediocre grades as he didn't care to carry out the assignments, or put much work in, though getting a fairly good grasp of the material. Later in life, he'd wished to serve the good people of his nation, those of the world when it came to it. He wanted to make lives easier and better for those who shouldn't have to bear any burderns, something simple and nice, safe, for the others. This was the one thing he held true conviction for, a real drive, to see his work done, and well.

[Mr.Chocobo]

[XX.....Deceased.....XX]

Name: Dr. Robert William/ Doc/ Doc. Rob.
Age: 38 (looks young for age)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Me. Clean shaven, Longish hair, proud bearing. Stands at 6'8, strong lean build.
Personality: Enjoys intelligence. The smarter the individual the better. He has a quick tongue and is keen to turn a phrase. Has the unfortunate habit of becoming a slightly unwilling leader. Enjoys helping the ones he cares about. Wears a gray T shirt, his coat (see below), and dark jeans.

Hobbies: Fencing, Robotics, building things, martial arts (ALOT), and weight lifting. Also likes to jog, and spent some time at a firing range when he was in his teens.

Profession: Is a Roboticist/Physicist at a large corperation. Loves his job with a passion. (Has some minor biology and medical training, He needed to learn this so he could work with robotic prosthetics.)

Starting Point: Office building, we've discussed.

Backstory: Was born in England, but moved to America when his parents came here for a new job. His mother moved back after he started going to college, but he stayed in America to persue his dream of becoming a roboticist. (There arnt many Physics and Robotics colleges in England)
And now, hes making a run to his old Office building to gather some supplies he thinks hes left behind...

Items: Gauntlets, 2 shots in each gun attachment, 6 extra backup, 4 batteries he'd found. High tensile cable, a tiny spool of wire, some basic tools. Soddering kit, and a VERY small bag of gunpowder.
Armour: Brown coat with light plates attached. Metal plates are in places he thought zombies might bite the most, Neck and shoulder area, legs. Very few of them, so he can still be light enough to move around.

[ulrikvondarkhorse]

[XX.....Deceased.....XX]

Name: Ulrik Von DarkHorse
Age: 30 Gender: Male
Apperance: Scruffy, rough beard, ripped winter coat with millatry harnesses on top
Personality: logical, crude sense of humor, kind but teetering on the ege of insanity.
Hobbies: Reading (high intellagence), Model making (providing dexarity with hands) and camping (various survival skills).
Profession: Enginer, Has a firm understanding of how things work.
Starting point: A workshop, doesn't matter where.
Back story: Born in Germany, parents moved him to atlanta as a child being raised in the south he learned to shoot decently, after graduating from school he moved to Huntington for work, early into the apocalypse his girlfriend of seven years committed suicide, their child was infected, now even though he knows it's improbable he wants to get to atlanta and find the rest of his family,

As for weapons and ammo, pump action shot gun, 8 round mag, 40 rounds(20 gauge) and a machete.
Items: A backpack, the cloths on his back, a lighter, a few basic tools, $42.37, a copy of H.P. Lovecraft's "The Call of Cthulhu" and a few kitchen utensils