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[Rygand]

[......Missing......]

Name: Juho-Pekka Aaltonen (Though people just call him J.P)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: J.P is painfully average in many ways. He's not tall, nor is he short, just kind of normal. He isn't the peak of physical fitness, nor is he wheezing and coughing just after running for two minutes. He's just an every day guy, trying to survive through a zombie apocalypse.

He has nearly shoulder length, scruffy, brown hair. His eyes are green, quite noticeably. He wears a long-sleeved black t-shirt, with a once white collar shirt over it. He's also wearing a pair of baggy, comfortable black jeans, and a pair of worn out sneakers.

Personality: J.P is often sarcastic and cynical, making wisecracks and often making the situation worse if anything -- though he does have a lighthearted, more friendly side to him. It just rarely gets to show up, what with the zombie apocalypse on his heels.

Hobbies: A fan of puzzles since an early age, J.P is a quick thinker, good at working under pressure. This is most likely what has kept him alive so far, as he's not that great in a fight. Avoidance is the name of the game.

He also has a taste for art and music, and used to often draw various things in his sketchbook, which he still carries around with him in his satchel.

Profession: College student

Starting point: Backstreets of the town, leaning against a wall, breathing heavily. His clothes are bloodstained, as well as the wooden baseball bat in his right hand. He's right next to a bloody infected corpse, which he presumably just beat to a more permanent state of death. It seems it's the only of it's kind around, and that he's safe for now.

Backstory: J.P comes from the northern wonderland of Finland, having come over to America as a transfer student -- an idea he was none too pleased about, but it was his mother's whim, so he had to go along with it. So, none too long after beginning his semester at the local technological college, the infection starts ravaging the town around him. Stuck in class as the panic spreads, he sees it his best option to, well, run the fuck away. He picked up a wooden baseball bat from the gym before checking to see if it was safe to stay at the college. One would think it to be a safe place, but as it happens, the infection already had it's claws on the haven of learning, and it was spreading fast. Making a run for the nearest exit, the Finnish transfer student had to beat down many of his fellow students, now common infected, to get out to freedom. Now fighting for his very life, J.P curses having ever come to this hellhole. He knew it was a bad idea, damn it!

[Killerish221]

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

Name: Jack Engraves

Age: 24

Appearance: John is of an average height and is fairly musclular due to his old job.
He has medium length jet black hair and wears denim jeans and a blue t shirt with a picture of a smiley face on it and a pair of black sneakers.

Personality: John is a kind sociable person who tries to be friends with as many people as he can, the reason for this is buried in his past, however when fighting his personality will do a complete 180 and he will be rude if something isn't done first time he asks.

Hobbies: Reading, Shooting and baking (strangely) He has a taste for old rock songs

Profession: Ex Military

Starting Point: Sniping from the roof of a Starbucks in Pullman square in a state of complete calm. His clothes are fairly bloodly but not that bad. Next to him is a bag with ammo and his combat knife

Backstory: John used to be a member of the military however after a few years service he decided that he wanted to settle down so he left and he is currently looking for work at the moment however he has had no luck. Then 'it' happened and he had to fight his way out of his apartment lugging with him his Knight SR-25 sniper rifle and a bag full of ammo (which is roughly 4 10 round clips), He had to cut down all of his neighbours with a fire axe which he abandoned at the door of the apartment complex. He has just reached a safe haven but for how long will it be safe?

About the sniper:
The SR-25 (Stoner Rifle-25) is a semi-automatic sniper rifle. It has in this story a limit of 10 bullets per clip (not sure of actual amount) On it there is a sling so that it can be carried over the shoulder

[duskskully]

THANK FUCK HE'S FINALLY DEAD. PISS ON HIS CORPSE. PISS ON IT.

Name: Nick
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: He looks like Nick from L4D2, He carries a Bolt action rifle, and a crowbar, he carries a bullet holster that carries his rifles ammo 7.62
Personality: Same as Nick's but more friendly
Hobbies: Gambling, love for money, shooting things from a far, and been silent when needed
Profession: Nick use to be a sharp shooter, he train at the training gun post place until it was closed
starting point: Luk decides
Back story: Nick came to town to gamble guess he's gambling for.........................[puts sunglasses on] his life now. Bl. Nick was also visiting for the friends and family but the reunion was cut short due to the massive horde attacking thee party and getting everyone except for the only guy who had one pipe bomb on him. Nick then ran away to find heelp.

[Rizem]

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

Name: Rizem Vailerez
Age: 34
Gender: Male

Appearance: Rizem has often been called 'deathly serious' by his now long dead friends. He has long, layered black hair and gray eyes. His lips are thin, and his skin is pale. He is very tall, about 6'4", and well muscled. A bit thin though.
He wears a thin, black long coat that seems to have had the left arm's sleeve ripped off. Under this he wears a black sleeveless shirt and dark, non-descript jeans tucked into military leather boots. His features are knife edge sharp, and his face betrays little emotion. He also carries a long barreled, silver, engraved 9mil in a holster on his left hip, and a shortsword across his back. He carries 2 extra clips in his pocket when he can help it.

Personality: He has a very serious nature. His heavily accented romanian voice has a very quieting quality. He likes to get the job done quickly with no nonsense. But he has been known to open up and crack a joke on occation, made all the more funny by his normally closed off nature. Dispite the fact that he shows little emotion normally, partly due to his military past, he seems to hide something, some emotion left bottled up inside for too long...

Hobbies: He enjoys very few things in life, especially since the infected started roaming the earth. But he does enjoy his morning workouts, ironed into his routine by 10 years in the 30th Guard of Romania. He also enjoys gunsmithing in his free time, and will remark that his long barreled 9mill is his greatest creation.

Profession: He was in the 30th Guard for 10 years, since he was 24. He'd made it to Commander in those 10 years, and he didn't want to go any further. Any higher and he'd be pulled from the field to a desk job. That didn't suit him. Before that he went to a university to study history and literature, as well as art.

Starting point: Just entering the edge of a town he's never been in... Hunington. He needs to find some survivors before night falls...

Backstory: "The General called us in for a private meet, and our new assignment Riz." Delforth said.
Hmph. Wonder what it is this time. Rizem thought to himself. The outbreak, zero hour, was just 2 weeks prior. He knew that it would be relating to that. But, in just that 2 weeks, half of the Romanian army was demolished and turned inside out. Only the 30th Guard, Romania's elite combat group, had yet to suffer extreme casualties. Rizem had a feeling that was going to change soon.
Following Delforth to the HQ house from the barracks, Rizem mused about where they'd be sent.

Entering, the Marshal looked up at them. He looked worn out, and old. He was the last General in the Romanian army still alive. Of course, the Romanian President elected him Marshal after the outbreak. Only thing to do, really. It was his job to command the dwindling forces still alive.
"Greetings, Commander Vailerez. Guess what, you're going to America to support and try and help suvivors in place called Huntington." he said in his native Romanian. Rizem was a little put off.
"America, sir? Why there?" To this, the Marshal shrugged.
"Might as well be anywhere, we picked a spot on the map where there has been reported activity, and decided to send you there in our last helicopter." He said.
So they went.

A while later, at least 2 and a half weeks since the start of all the chaos, they arrived. Delforth, along with the four others from Rizem's squad, exited the helicopter as it landed.
"What next, Commander?" one of them said, a Sergent that Rizem had picked.
"We move out, examine the area." Rizem said.
They had just cleared the heli, when he heard several grumbling roars from behind them. He turned to see a pack of zombies rushing at the heli, whose pilot was trying desperately to take off. But to no avail, they piled onto and into the heli-bay doors and mauled the pilot in his seat, sending him bashing into the controls. The helicopter started to take off, but then crashed back into the ground after a half second, blades chopping the unfortunate Sergent in to a bloody mess.
"RUNNERS!" Delforth yelled from Rizem's left. Rizem pulled out his pistol and shot a few rounds, but then decided to run.
"OUR TURN TO BE RUNNERS!" I yelled. "RETREAT!"
They ran down the unfamiliar streets, the other three soldiers behind getting mauled by Runners as they turned to shoot. They took a few with them of course.
Eventually, Rizem and Delforth were all that was left, as they turned down a side street to catch their breath.
"I think we lost the--!" he started, but was cut off by four runners coming around the corner and stopping to look at us with hungry faces.
"Run!" Rizem said, grabbing his shoulder. They ran, and Rizem kept his left arm on him. Suddenly, he felt a tug, they had caught up and were trying to maul Delforth too.
"NOT THIS ONE!" Rizem roared, and shot two in the head, trying to pull him away. One of the runners reached at him, only catching the sleeve of his long coat and tearing it off. He looked at Delforth's face, he was already dead. Bitten through the neck.
He let go, and ran. No idea where he was going.
Into the city.

Inventory:
One long barreled 9mil pisol, silver finish, engraved.
One black-cast military grade steel shortsword.
Two extra clips with 13 shots each, one clip in gun with 9 shots left.
A few gun tooling untensils, and a small field medkit with the following items:
-Medical tape
-Disinfectant
-Purifier pills
-Roll of gause.

[kain17335]

Le inventory
1 Luger (with one mag, which contains 1 9mm round in it).
1 DSR-1 Subsonic en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AMP_Technical_Services_DSR-1 with 5 mags of 7.62x51mm NATO rounds, with a 12x optical scope. This gun is in very good condition but is prone to jam on the final round in each mag.
25 7.62x51mm rounds, inside 5 magazines.
1 backpack, which is big enough to hold most items needed for survival.
2 cans of beans.
1 Swiss army knife, which has: a saw, knife, pair of small scissors, compass, can opener and a small 8GB usb drive.
1 hatchet, bloodstained and only partly blunt.
1 first aid kit containing: gauze, tourniquet, 1 roll of bandages, scalple and antibiotics.

Name: Alexadner Adler

Age: 29

Appearence: Tall and thin, with a rough goatee beard and dark brown hair.
Has brown eyes covered by a pair of orange tinted reading glasses.
Wears a pair of skinny blue denim jeans, with a black overcoat, covering a red T-shirt saying: "Stop death on the raods, drive on the pavement." Emblazoned on it.
Is moderately well built, but still prefers to walking than too running, this changed soon after what Alex calls 'The Incedent'.

Personality: Calm and collected, but has a rather 'fiery' nature.
Will speak his mind on most matters concerning him and those around him.
Very analytical in all things, preferring to analyse everything that's around him, although now he has dedicated that to places and weaponry.

Hobbies: Has a penchant for WW1+2 weaponry and armour from learning from his great grandfather, a veteran of both WW1 and WW2, after he died Alex inherited a Luger from him, he keeps this gun as a testament to his late Granfather.
Had been taken to a firing range once a week by his father, at first leaning how to clean and repair guns, after all this time, Alex has learned how to clean, repair and modify most guns.
Went to numerous medical classes with a med student 'friend' of his, this has made him rather proficient in first aid and some other type of medicine.


Profession: During the time before The Incedent, Alex was working in a first and second and world war museum.

Backstory: Had lived in Huntington for around 4 years after he had finished his work and education in Germany.
Had only just gotten a steady job and home when this all started, his then girlfriend was one of the first to turn, Alex was forced to execute her as she was turning, this scarred his mind leaving a darkness that he does not show...

[draconicdm]

[XX.....Missing.....XX]

Name: Catherine Wolf.

Age: 27.

Gender: Female.

Appearance: 5’9, silver, shoulder length hair. Her eyes are sunken and a dull grey. Most of skin has an odd, mismatched look about it, heavily scarred and with varying degrees of darkness.

Personality: Generally, Catherine is a very agreeable person, she can adapt to any situation and can keep her cool. She does harbor a certain amount of bitterness towards the U.S. government. It doesn’t matter if it’s terrorists or zombies, Catherine will kill anything she deems a threat to herself or her squad. She is fiercely loyal, thus she is a good ally to have in a fight. She prefers to take out her quarry from a distance, but if need be, will punch the crap out of something.

Hobbies: Repairing vintage cars. Hunting.

Profession: Ex-U.S. Marine, dishonorably discharged.

Starting Point: A disused seven-eleven, stocking up on cigarettes.

Backstory: Catherine was, at a time, a very patriotic person. She graduated top of her class from the United States Military Academy. She served in the military for five years. In early June of 2017, her convoy was attacked. In the battle Catherine was injured to the extent that death was a certainty. However, thanks to new medical advances, she was given skin grafts from her dead comrades. Catherine was furious that they had wasted all their funding on her, instead of the rest of her convoy. Due to her subversive behavior, she was discharged. After five years of working in a repair garage, she came into work one day to find zombies eating her boss. Needless to say, she got on her bike, went home, got her gun, and booked it.

Inventory: 3 packs of generic cigarettes.
A bottle of coffee stout.
A M24 sniper rifle.
Two boxes of ammo, each containing 20 shots.
A machete.
A half-empty bottle of ibuprofen.

[sleix]

Name: Philip

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has dark green eyes, short, brown, curly hair that always looks greasy, wears a white, buttoned shirt and ripped black jeans, he wears black and white trainers which have a worn treads after years of use. He has a small body frame but maintains a healthy weight.

Personality: He can be extremely sarcastic at times, and people meeting him for the first time will get the wrong first impression, but Philip makes a good friend, and an honest one, comforting his friends and loved ones when times are rough. He's easy going and can always see the positive side of situations. He's extremely focused and opinionated, he hates people who tend to claim their side of things is the right one. He will do whatever it takes to survive.

Hobbies: Before the outbreak, Phil spent his time playing video games and reading comics. He lead a simplistic life, spending extra hours after school to read up on Science facts and Historic events. In his spare time he painted models and did online role plays with friends. After his Mother and Sister left him with his Dad, he did a lot of the cooking in the house.

Profession: Had an apprenticeship in photojournalism for 2 years.

Starting Point: A motel, looking for a safe place to rest.

Backstory: Philip lived with with his family in a house in the countryside of England, but when his parents split up, he went on to live with his Dad in a council flat on the outskirts of London. Their relationship slowly grew and they had a bond like no other. When they went on holiday to America for a short break away from their home life, they heard about the Huntington area nearby, and drove down there to check out the area. unaware of the situation in Huntington, a stray zombie attacked them upon arrival in the town, biting Phil's Dad. After carrying his father away from the creature, his Dad attacked Phil. Even though the conditions of the situation were life threatening, he couldn't bring himself to kill his own Dad, so as an alternative, he gagged and bound his farther, securing him in their motel room, hoping to one day bring back a cure for this Dad.

Items: Three cans of Pepsi, a camera, £3, a kitchen knife, a pen.

[bloodsrain]

Name:Mason

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:A red lab coat with the insignia of Secronom on it.Carry's a small Glock on side.Very pale and almost sickly looking to a point.

Personality: Cautious against others,an extreme lack of trust but enough that he will help those in need.Not a very hostile person but will kill to survive.

Hobbies:Mostly read books and studied the effects of Nerotonin type 2.Did some minor bicycling and more recently taking up small firearms.

Profession:Scientist,Doctor

Starting Point:Living in a house near the Secronom building in a small house.

Backstory:A former scientist of Secronom who after the outbreak decided to stay close to the building to keep the infected at bay and to warn all who come near.

Inventory:A shot of pure painkiller and a med kit.,one Glock and 63 bullets for it.Carrys a crowbar as a melee weapon.One bottle of water and a packet of dried chewing seeds.

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[graybeardhalt]

Name: Jake Kim

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Appearance: Around 5’8’’, disheveled long black hair that just falls all over the place, heavily tanned skin, bloodshot eyes, yellowed teeth, with an uneven beard that looks like it had been cut by hand with something that wasn't a razor. Wears a beat up leather jacket, jeans torn in several places, and hiking boots. Also wears a backpack that’s easily accessible and carries two handguns with him at all times, a rifle over one shoulder, and a climbing axe attached to his backpack. The backpack is stuffed with strips of cloth and other soft items to make sure that anything inside doesn’t jangle around too much.

Personality: Used to be a pretty average guy, but the outbreak has changed him. Now he’ll scrounge and fight for any chance of survival he can. Not very trusting of others unless it means he can live for slightly longer than he could on his own. Personality is very erratic because social interaction has pretty much gone to the way side since the outbreak started.

Hobbies: Scrounging, looting, hoarding, and plays a mean banjo

Profession: Was once a detective with the Huntington city police department

Starting Point: Dick's Sporting Goods

Backstory: Jake was a detective for the HPD just before the outbreak began. One night he got a call about a tenant mysteriously dying overnight with no signs of robbery-gone-wrong or even natural causes. The woman who died looked as if her stomach had exploded outwards, covering the walls in black blood that stunk like all hell. John could come to no conclusions other than some freak disease and left the case alone after that, not knowing that the victim had been one of many infected who had turned. Needless to say, all hell broke loose after a while and he was trapped inside of the department when the infected arrived. He fought his way out with the help of 2 others and escaped into the city, taking refuge in the first place he could. Soon, he ran into another survivor on the street, a big burly man named Jessie and formed a partnership for a good long while with him. One day they decided that the only way to truly survive this hell was to get over the wall, so they took a big 16 wheeler for a spin and managed to get Jessie over the wall, but John stayed behind to buy time. Even he’s not really sure what happened after that. Weeks passed by without any glimpse of another survivor, so he began to get a little fuzzy in the head. Sometimes he’ll start talking to Jessie as though he were still there, having an actual conversation with him. Other times he’ll be as serious and calm as he was during his detective days, which is mainly how he’s still alive.

Inventory: Even he's forgotten how much crap he's stored in rat holes around the city.