[REQ] Apocalypse

If you're willing to consistently post a paragraph and want more depth than casual, try this on for size. (5-10 sentences per post, on average.)
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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by illirica » Mon Nov 05, 2018 12:54 am

Yeah, I think it would be just fine to do that, especially starting out. You can always add in additional story factions later on.

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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Iron » Mon Nov 05, 2018 1:05 pm

Alrighty then. I'll make some edits to my CS.
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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Matvey » Tue Nov 06, 2018 11:21 pm

Handsome Bones


Name
Handsome Bones
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Species
Undead
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Age
Bones has been sane for almost ten years, though wandered the wastes for some unknown time before then. He has no recollection of his rabid beginnings.
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Faction
Captain of the Midwestern Rangers, Eastern division
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Alignment
Tends towards Lawful Good, though the manic hunger of the undead may sometimes get the better of him

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Strengths

Bones, like all the poor souls trapped within undead bodies, is impervious to a regular demise. Detachable limbs can come in handy, especially after wandering into the sights of a nested gunman. Many an unsuspecting wastelander have shot down his lanky silhouette with their rifle, only to receive a nasty surprise upon approaching.

Owing to his seven-year career as a prospector for the Midwestern Rangers, Bones has accrued a modest set of skills. Though a fair shot with a gun and a decent tracker, Bones' foremost abilities become known in the workshop. Having been accepted by the Rangers for his ability to scavenge from irradiated zones, he was forced to learn how to take apart advanced equipment. Between several damaged technicians' manuals and hundreds of dismantled control panels, Bones has become quite the tinkerer.

Bones recalls with a chuckle the time he escaped a particularly stubborn gargoyle. This one must have been starving, because it wouldn't abandon its prey even after he had holed up in a suburban home. Having damaged the barrel of his rifle, Bones was seemingly out of options. As it happened, there was an old motorboat parked in the garage, the engine of which would make for a brilliant lathe. Using a fire poker and hand drill bit set as cutting tools, and pushing through a piece of drain pipe nailed to a table, twenty-eight inches of steel ladder legs became a brand-new barrel. It was, admittedly, a messy job—but enough to send the monster packing.

Weaknesses

Though it may make him a stubborn opponent in a firefight, Bones' undying body does not lend itself well to athletics. His rotten frame struggles under a heavy load, and he is almost incapable of sprinting.

Bones is able to piece himself together from most injuries, but the ability does not come without its challenges. The recovery process requires a source of severe radiation, and, lacking a nearby irradiated cesspool, Bones must sometimes drag his mangled body for miles. Opportunist attacks are not the only hazard on such journeys: hunger will reduce even the thinking undead to a mindless beast, and Bones is no exception.

Bones finds it hard to make friends, though not for a lack of good intentions. An unfortunate resemblance to his rabid kin puts most potential friends on the back foot. Bones also speaks gratingly, with a harsh rasp for a voice, which can make it difficult to understand him at times. Those willing to look past his appearance, however, are usually better off for it.

Equipment

Bones' favorite pieces of equipment are his trustworthy rifle and goggle binoculars. The rifle is a late 19th century repeater, preferred by him for its simplicity and therefore possibility of repair in the field. His goggles are an extremely reliable pre-war model, which also provide night vision on a large rechargeable battery.

There is nary a time when Bones will be caught without his long duster coat. As patched and stitched as Bones himself, the coat houses an assortment of tools he makes use of on the road, as well as a box of cigarettes rolled from irradiated waste. Beneath, a raggedy pair of fireproof overalls cling to him tightly. Over the years, his flesh has grown into the fabric, physically attaching the material to his body.

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Appearance

Bones takes care to cover all parts of his body with clothing, but a closer inspection leaves no doubts about his identity. Long, bony limbs hang from his torso, the way broken branches may hang from a tree. White cheeks and forehead protrude outwards, in stark contrast to the gaping pits where eyes, nose and jowls should shape his face.

Although unmistakably undead, Bones sports a few unique features that separate him from the rabid mob. Most strikingly, he stands at slightly over six feet tall, with a straight posture which, whilst not exceptionally tall for a human, is unusual among his kind.

As a result of an accident with a petrol generator, Bones' face and hands are mostly fleshless. Humans find his stripped complexion much preferable to his fleshy counterparts, warranting the facetious name, Handsome Bones, from comrades in the Rangers.

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Personality

Ostensibly unpleasant, Bones' dry cynicism and wry sense of humor disguise a truthful and kind heart—a temperament inherited from an upbringing among veteran rangers. It can get lonely out on the wastes, and whilst he is introspective, and a little quiet, Bones secretly appreciates the company of almost any party. Loyal to a fault, Bones will never turn his back on a friend.

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History

Still thinking about this, but I figured I'd post the sheet in advance. I don't get all that much free time to write, and I wouldn't want to be too late to the party :D

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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Iron » Wed Nov 07, 2018 12:58 pm

I quite like Handsome Bones.
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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Matvey » Wed Nov 07, 2018 7:05 pm

Thanks, ha. Jon is pretty neat, too. I feel like him and Bones are written in a somewhat similar vein.

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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Kenji » Wed Nov 07, 2018 10:18 pm

Would you mind if an absolute newbie joined in or are you full up?

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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Tr0llz0r » Wed Nov 07, 2018 10:31 pm

we're still accepting.
WELCOME TO THE RICE FIELDS MOTHERF**KER!!

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Re: [REQ] Apocalypse

Post by Kenji » Wed Nov 07, 2018 11:08 pm

Name: Kenji Ishida
Species: Human
Age: 26
Faction: N/A
Alignment: True Neutral

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Strengths:

Engineering - Kenji is particularly skilled at engineering various devices for his needs - usually timed explosives, but he can make repairs for many mechanical devices as necessary, as well as maintaining and improving his weapons as necessary.

Sharpshooting - Kenji possesses a keen eye, which allows him surprising accuracy even over larger distances.

Logical - Not one for emotions or frivolity, he often takes the straightforward, pragmatic way. More often than not, it gets him results.

Weaknesses:

No social skills - Being adrift, wandering from job to job hasn't given him the best social skills. As such, he's not that talkative, and when he does, prefers to get to the point with all the grace of a sledgehammer.

No attachments - Kenji has little to no attachments to anyone or anything, and it's very difficult for him to do so. He'll more often than not remain alone.

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Equipment:

A backpack with all his supplies. A lever-action rifle with a sniper scope affixed to it, a six-shooter, and a trench knife. He also carries miscellaneous things - ingredients for making impromptu bombs,jury-rigged electronic receivers, some smaller tools, stationary and pencils, and even a gas mask just in case.

Powers:

Nothing supernatural. Kenji is just very aware of his surroundings, calm in almost every situation, and often prepares to the point of near extremity if he can help it.

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Appearance:

Standing at 5' 8", Kenji is Asian, with short-cropped black hair. He has emerald-green eyes, a small side effect of radiation exposure. He has a lean, rugged build, covered in scars from his wanderings. His expression is often impassive, making him rather hard to read, and he rarely shows any emotion on his face.

For clothes, he wears ragged clothes, worn from his journeys, yet customized to hold and store more things than most others. Over most of it is some patchwork armor, stolen from raiders or others who have succumbed to the wastes. It is a shoddy mix of metal, leather, and kevlar, but it has served him well over the years. Everything is stained brown, black, and red from all the accumulated grime, dirt, and wear of travel. Not that he cares - if anything, it helps him blend in more.

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Personality:

Cold and quiet. Kenji is not much of a talker, and when he does, it's in terse sentences. He's absolutely miserable with small talk, and only talks more when speaking about his job - whether its how to or did accomplish it, or negotiating for prices and trades. He does like to read and occasionally buys a book if there are any for sale or still surviving, but otherwise, he'd rather just do the job, and continue on his way.

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History:

Life isn't easy when one is Asian. Not with the war and prejudice against China broiling. The fact that Kenji was Japanese was lost on the ignorant, who saw him as just the same either way. But for a time, he and his tribe managed to eke out a living in a deserted spot of land. It wasn't the easiest life, but it was sustainable, and things were simple and well at the time.

However, just after his eighth birthday, raiders came in. Burning, plundering, killing, they destroyed everything and captured those they didn't murder. Kenji was made a slave, and made to work and fight for their amusement. But he was quiet. He bided his time. He would take his chance, for everyone else was either dying or dead, one way or another. What did he have to lose?

And one night, when the raiders were attacked by another pack, he made his move, backstabbing them from behind, he stole arms and armor from them and fled, killing any who pursued or blocked his path. He was a teen by then, and he had much to learn, but learn he would... or die. And for nearly a decade, he did so. He wandered, took jobs as either a bounty hunter or a mercenary, got paid, and continued wandering. Smaller communities he was paid in food and drink. Larger areas, hard currency. So long as he was paid enough, he didn't care.

But he could never settle down. He lost his home once - he had no stomach to lose another one. Thus he wandered, making a living as he went. When will he stop? Even he didn't know. Nor did he care.

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Sorry for the crappy profile. I just get really impatient when writing profiles.

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