Eden Colony: Life in an Undead World

[Zephyr2011]

For those of you who played a part in Zombie Attack this RP picks up the other end of the story, those that stayed behind when Anton and the others wnt to D.C. to help Tyler. For those of you new, WELCOME! Zombie Attack was an rp about an outbreak of Solanum or the Zombie Disease the survivors met a soldier by the name of Tyler who was tasked with rendezvousing with his bottalion at the Capitol Building in D.C. we paradropped him over the city and then went to a small island called Eden Cay off the coast of Nicaragua. A staticy transmission came in over the plane's radio that Tyler needed help, some went back to help others stayed behind to ensure that they would have a home to come back to. We are those that stayed behind.

 

DROP INS WELCOME!

 

Zombies are "accurate" to The Zombie Survival Guide by Max Brooks

 

RULES AND ZOMBIE GUIDELINES.

 

1) No god modding, this is 2014 not 2150! this is also an issolated island 15 miles off the mainland you can't have a tank or something paramilitary unless you have a reasonable explantion for it.

2) You can get the disease and you can die from it. There is no cure, so if you're fighting zombies don't get bit (that's how the disease is transferred)

3) You may have as many characters as you like throughout the rp but only two alive or involved in the story at one time (this is to allow people who succumb to the disease to continue in the rp)

4)Zombies can only be destroyed by destroying the brain.

5)Zombies lack the dexterity to climb almost anything and can't use weapons, only the "first weapon" or body.

6) No controlling other players' characters without their concent.

7) No excessive vulgarity (some cussing is allowed as long as it is in instances where it is reasonable)

8) No descriptions of sex, there may be implications, but no more, this isn't a cyber sex rp for Pete's Sake!

 

 

 

BIO SHEET

NAME:

APPEARANCE:

AGE:

GENDER:

WEAPONS:

SKILLS: (make it reasonable no one knows everything.)

BACKSTORY:

 

EXAMPLE

NAME: Zephyr

APPEARANCE: 6'4", fairly short dark hair, grey eyes, torn black underarmor shirt and sweatshirt, torn synthetic olive green pants that zip off at the knee to become shorts.

AGE: 22

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS: Titanium crowbar (tool taken from automechanic garage), Beretta (personal firearm before outbreak), M1 Carbine (taken from high end weapons shop in California), Sawed-off Twelve Gauge shotgun (taken from house in california).

SKILLS: Wilderness Survival, Knots and lashings, blades, proficient with pistol after taking classes at local shooting rang eprior to outbreak.

BACKSTORY: Zephyr interned at a Biomedical Engineering lab in California before the outbreak to a doctor who studied the virus after capturing a zombie when there was a minor outbreak in a small town in California. The doc knew how the virus was spread and had begun creating a vaccine for Solanum when the outbreak started, it began in New York, the military tried to stop it but all their fancy gadgetry was useless because they didn't know how to destroy the undead and wouldn't listen when the doctor who emplyed Zeph tried to tell them, it was a slaughter and from there it began popping up everywhere, small towns, big cities. Zephyr didn't know it at the time but all of America was infected when he met Anton and some other survivors and from there it's history...

[Zephyr2011]

Zephyr stood and watched the plane take off with great sorrow, he wouldn't admit but deep down he knew their chances and it was slim to none he'd ever see Anton and company again, he tried to keep up hope and on the outside he did but it would take a miracle for them to make it back alive. He forced a smile and said to those staying behind "Well first things first, we don't have much water and no means of purifing the spring in the cave, we need to get a fire going!"

[fishpotatopie]

NAME:Benjamin Avery

APPEARANCE: About 5'11, short hair, scruffy beard from lack of shaving tools. 170lbs Average size, slightly muscular, but not 'jock' Muscular. He wears a militant-type jacket with slim jeans, making him harder to grab. He wears skate shoes and has a shemagh tied around his neck, being used as a scarf and/or mask when needed.

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male

WEAPONS:12 gauge Saiga 12k combat shotgun slung over his back and a machete

SKILLS: Sneaking, lockpicking, weapons (good with guns), pyrotechnics.

BACKSTORY: Benjamin was an apprentice gunsmith. He never really got into sports or anything and usually sticks to himself. He sat in the back of classrooms, was always the last one in or out of a room, and spent most of the time either at the gun range or at home practicing lockpicking or studying. He developed a keen sense for chemistry, and was planning to go to college for chemical engineering. But, all the studying and odd hobbies he has lead to a downfall; he is not a strong hand-to-hand fighter. Most of the time he relies on his wit and manipulative ways to get out of a situation. And, if need be, he uses his parkour skills to get out of trouble.. These skills allow him to get over, under, and through obsticals that many people can't.

 

(if i did something wrong tell me and i will gladly go back and fix it)

[dawnprawfet]

Off: I liked the parkour part, im a tracuer myself, do you acctually do parkour or freerunning?

[Zephyr2011]

Nope all is perfect.

 

Zephyr flipped out a gerber with a titanium blade he had bought long ago, the blade held an edge so well he hadn't sharpened it to this day and he could still shave with it. He started shaving off small strips of bark to use as kindling after he had a large pile he laid it all out in the sun to become very dry, he then started gathering small "pencil sized" sticks for the start of the fire and carried them into the cave and sat them on a dry spot while he went and got more until there was a large pile he then took a slightly rusted axe that had suprisingly been on the plane and went to cutting trees for the main fuel of the fire.

[fishpotatopie]

Off: I liked the parkour part, im a tracuer myself, do you acctually do parkour or freerunning?

Off: Yes i do. I got a couple of friends together and we practice once in a while on the buildings in town. We can get up onto the roofs of most of the buildings. But, instead of parkour, i prefer freerunning, seeing as how freeruning makes it more of an art (flips and tricks are incorperated) whereas parkour is mostly used to get away from or to someone/something. And i really do lockpick too. Not like breaking and entering, but on my own house as a hobby. *sighs* unfortanely though, i am not very athletic, as the description of my char also states. The only real sports I do are snowboarding and surfing

[Starch]

Character Sheet.

 

Name: Angela

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Hair:Long Wavily Blond

Eye Color: Dark Sea Blue

Other: Tan, and seem athletic

 

Appearances:

 

http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc3/Starch_bucket/screenshots/BRIAN_KONG-DAGGER-1.jpg

 

Weapons:

 

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Beretta

Shot gun

Clothes: Old army uniform, army boots, with some other clothes she found.

 

Skills:

 

Makeshift First Aid, Urban Survivor (Dumpster Driving, pickpocket, how to keep warm, Stick to the shadows, etc.), Lockpicking, Basic Construction, Making Fire, Basic Cooking, Fishing, Basic Botany

 

Back story:

One of the original arrivals. She current assist Zephery in construction and maintenance of the island's defense, and survivor. (See Zombie attack)

 

Angela grew up in religiousness community where women are slaves, and abused constant. She escape from the compound at aged 13 after killing her father who was abusing me. She arrived at the city with no education nor training except sex. She lived on the street and not trusting anyone. For while she lived as a hooker and drug addict until finally kick the habit. After kicking the drug addiction she took revenge on her ,pip who using her a Cherry Bride, by killing him. She took the money and anything valuable off the corpse of the pip. Then Angela wander to place to place, steal, pickpocket, mug the perverts. Then Angela was pick up by police and put in a cell. Then the zombies happen.

 

 

On: Angela on the beach, wearing suit trucks (underwear included), and sport bra, she is fishing for tonight dinner. A wonder how long it is being since she join that group and escape here.

[fishpotatopie]

Benjamin is new to the group and is a little shy. He just washed up on the island a few days ago on a makeshift raft. Through sheer luck, he landed on one of the few, if only, inhabited islands. He strolls silently along the beach, looking at the ground as he walks, Saiga slung over his shoulder. He takes out a picture, looks at it silently, then puts it away and continues his walk up the beach.

[Zephyr2011]

Zeph returns to the now bone dry kindling and makes it into a sort of bird's nest then takes a lens from an old pair of aviation sunglasses that were lying under a tarp in the back of the plane and uses them to reflect the sunlight in concentrate on the bird's nest. The little bundle began smoking, Zeph scooped it up and began blowing on it until it was a flame and he quickly ran over to his fire and placed the bundle inside, blowing on it every so often until it was a roaring fire. "HAHA! THANK YOU WILDERNESS SURVIVAL!" He yelled triumphantly.

[fishpotatopie]

Benjamin hears a muffled yell come back from the camp. He is now about half a mile away from the camp, and cannot distinguish what the yelling was all about. He decides to head back just in-case there is trouble. He unslings the shotgun from his shoulder and begins his trek back to camp. With about a quarter mile to go, he sees something washed up on the beach. Believing its may be another survivor, he cautiously approaches the body laying on the beach. When he gets up to it, he asks if he is ok. No response. With a trembling hand, he goes to turn the body over, when a rotting hand shoots up and grabs his wrist and a raspy moan emanates from the zombie's throat. He yells out in surprise and falls back, dropping the saiga. He quickly gets up and tries to go for his gun, but it landed behind the zombie. He unsheathes his machete and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself to fight in a way he isn't accustomed to.