Apocalypse -RP-

[Nero1534]

Almost as soon as it started raining, a crack of lightning, and the boom of thunder suddenly follow suit. As the storm rolls along it's path, a strange beast appears out of the darkness of the horizon, the rain simply turning to steam as it lands on the beast. Upon closer inspection, the beast appears to be an extremely well-built cross between man and dog of some sort, with fiery cracks in it's muscular frame, and charred black flesh, as if it were burnt by some ungodly fire, or worse, radiation. Flames shot out of it's nostrils as it started sniffing the air, smelling the scent of humans nearby. It flicked it's blood red eyes to the camp that was a mere twenty feet away, and without warning, charged. Flame shooting once again from it's nostrils and flowing back as it ran towards the camp, and the inhabitants, it let out a blood-curdling howl, as if it were the cry of something abandoned long ago, by the gods it once worshiped so much. At about five feet from the camp and it's inhabitants, the beast came to a sudden halt, sliding across the ground, and stopping right in front of the fire, then abruptly laying down, huffing slightly. The beast looked around at the supposedly shocked inhabitants, and then laid it's head down on it's ... hands? Yes, hands. The beast had four fingers, and one thumb. The beast really was a cross between man and dog...but what else is he combined with...? No one knows. Yet.

 

At least the beast seems docile enough...for now.

[antonkr]

Anton points his SVD to a stranger. He screams: Take 6 steps back!!!

[Nero1534]

The beast simply sticks his tongue out at Anton, and starts taking one of his fingers and acting in an "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you..." manner. He then huffs out a bit of flame in defiance, and lays back down, closing his eyes, sighing and running one of his fingers in the dirt. (Why do humans have to be so irritable when I come near, when all I want is to rest..?) he thought to himself, occasionally flicking an eyelid open to observe the humans, as if reassuring himself that they weren't any threat. Finally, after a few minutes of observing them, he closed his eyes, rolled onto his side, and slept.

[dawnprawfet]

off: nero i apreciate your enthusiasm, an your thing is very well made, but this is a realistic RP, no fantacy thing as that sorry, but were trying to keep it real.

[Nero1534]

off: Can't we just say he was mutated by radiation? :P

[dawnprawfet]

off: in a real situation with radiation or fallout particles the effected person would just be dead.

[Nero1534]

off: Not always, there would have to at least be an EXTREMELY rare few who survived the radiation, but were horribly mutated as the consequence.

 

Edit: I feel like downloading a copy of Freelancer for some reason. o_O Might not be on this thread for a few.

[Zephyr2011]

NAME: Zephyr

 

AGE: 27

 

APPEARANCE: Tall at 6'4", muscular but not overly so, black hair, a horrid black burn covers most of the left half of his body the result of an explosion and radiation poisoning over the weeks he's been exposed to the minor fallout. His skin is cracked and lifeless where the burn is, his skin are the only cells that seem to have been damaged by the explosion and rad while his muscles, bones, and connective tissue operate at much the same capacity but are now masked with what was once well tanned and now burnt and craggy where the incident occured.

 

PERSONALITY: not very emotional except on a select few subjects. hasn't laughed or cryed for a long, long time and unlikely that he will around anyone but his memories. always vigilant to varying degrees.

 

WEAPONS: 7inch combat knife lusterless serations only on one edge; lightweight crowbar

 

SKILLS: Blunts, Blades, Hand-to-Hand, Rifles

 

BACKGROUND: Doesn't talk about it much but may drop a few details if probed.

 

 

Zephyr stepped out of the prison, it was built back during the cold war and had a fallout shelter not to mention plenty of non-perishable food, he gazed casually towards the west end of the street where the 'starbucks crew' or so he called them. He knew instantly that something was up. He stole away into the storm and crept behind Anton and whispered through his disfigured lips, "I don't remember you." with a voice half-questioning and half-threatening.