Zombie Survival Roleplay
Rules:
1: Loosely based off T2(of course), don't implement anything radical. I.e. mind powers or some shit.
2: Keep it serious, no dicking around.
3: Describe your character, this includes physical attributes, abilities, history, and armament in your first post.
4: Don't flame shit. If you don't like something, fucking deal or work it into the RP.
5: Don't GodMod. (This is when you pretend you're fucking invincible. You're not, take a few hits. There are repkits and medpacks)
6: One or two players can control zombies, if they like.
7: Don't attempt to control other players. Example: *Punches your face and watchs you cry like a fucking n00b* <-- Yeah, no.
8: No nukes.
Blnukem or other mods, please delete any posts which violate these rules.
1: Loosely based off T2(of course), don't implement anything radical. I.e. mind powers or some shit.
2: Keep it serious, no dicking around.
3: Describe your character, this includes physical attributes, abilities, history, and armament in your first post.
4: Don't flame shit. If you don't like something, fucking deal or work it into the RP.
5: Don't GodMod. (This is when you pretend you're fucking invincible. You're not, take a few hits. There are repkits and medpacks)
6: One or two players can control zombies, if they like.
7: Don't attempt to control other players. Example: *Punches your face and watchs you cry like a fucking n00b* <-- Yeah, no.
8: No nukes.
Blnukem or other mods, please delete any posts which violate these rules.
Comments
Since when is there nukes in ACCM? Unless you're talking about WTM or whatever the hell Phantom's mod is called.
I don't mind if others add stuff, but don't radically change your character. =/
First Bump:
Bullet description, under weaponry notes.
Updated weaponry description.
Updated backpack, and put it above armor.
Second Bump:
Added AV6 and gernade launcher under weaponry and descriptions.
Updated backpack.
Character:
Name: SnowFire789
Nickname: Snow
Body: 6'0 even, roughly 170 lbs of tight muscle. Hair is short, cropped, and jet-black. Eyes are like blue ice. His body build is tall and wiry, yet incredibly agile and flexible. He can touch his forehead to his thigh.
History: N/A, all anyone knows of him is that he's a special forces agent, and that he lost a squad some time ago.
Abilities: Elite Soldier, heavily armed and almost perfect with each weapon. His armor was special made, just for him. Due to this armor, he is able to perform feats that are seemingly impossible. He has been trained in every weapon and pack use.
Armament:
Mieth: For the sake of understanding, I must explain a certain material that I have used for a long time in RPs. This material is called, as you guessed, Mieth (MY-thh). No, it has no correlation to Thyth, I thought up this name about 2-3 years before I saw his name. This material comes in two varieties: light mieth, and hardened mieth. They come in any color you choose. :P Mieth is based off of leather, and is waterproof.
Light Mieth: ...Is like leather, only far more durable, flexible, and can stand heavier loads. It's also far tougher to penetrate than leather. Light mieth can come in a variety of thicknesses, from a light silk thick to heavy and canvas like. It's just slightly heavier than silk, yard for yard. The texture feels like cotton, and is airy.
Hardened Mieth: ..Is stiffer and harder than steel, but still light-weight. It weighs far more than regular leather armor, but short of chain mail weight. Hardened mieth has a series of slots throughout the armor, cleverly made not to reduce the integrity of the armor. In these slots, a variety of equipment may be attached.The texture feels akin to glass.
Backpack: This nifty military style pack hangs over the right shoulder, and clips onto the left hip to keep it slung under any weapons along the back, but out of the way of the ammunition belt. This has a ton of various pockets, and contains a variety of resources. A few are food, water, extra ammo, medicine packs, a few enhancement injections, general survival equipment, and a flare gun. Yes, it'll set you on fire. Also contains a very patchwork of camouflage for easy concealment. Also several waterproof cloaks. This contains the AT6 rockets. Has a tent! ;o
Armor:
Feet:: Instead of boots, Snow wears full heavy socks made of light mieth, in a pitch black color. These socks come up to mid-thigh, and the bottom of them are light coated with incredibly roughed mieth, to afford excellent purchase against slippery ground. The top of these socks is lightly layered in heavy mieth for melee fighting.
Hands: Snow wears lighter gloves of mieth, but along the same lines as the socks. The palm and finger pads of the gloves are coated with rough mieth, and the back is again hardened mieth. The gloves go up to his elbows
Calves, Thighs, Forearms, Biceps, Chest/Back: Predictably, all these major areas are covered in hardened mieth, with light mieth underneath for comfort, and slide over the socks and gloves.
Knees, Elbows: These two areas are covered by typical pads. Hardened mieth on the outside plate, which slides over the thigh and shin pieces, with under mieth to hold it close the leg. The back of the pads have roughly 150 miniscule bars of hardened mieth to keep them from being weak spots.
Ankles, Wrists, Throat: These areas are covered heavily in light mieth, crossed with bars of hardened mieth across them to offer better protection.These go under the main armor.
Head/Face: A simple helmet of hardened mieth, with straps of light mieth to secure it. The inside is coated with slightly roughened mieth to help hold it's position on Snow's head. The helmet covered from the forehead, to the jawbone, a little under the ears, and to the back of his neck. Attached to the helmet is a face cloth of mieth, that surrounds the throat and is kept close by a simple elastic that runs along the inside of it at the bottom. The top of this facecloth goes over the bridge of his nose, but under his eyes, by means of another elastic. For his eyes, he wear goggles of see-through hardened mieth.
Note: All armor is in snow-camouflage style, but in blacks, dark greys, and dark browns.
Weaponry:
Feet: Three low, swept back projections of incredibly hardened mieth that come to a point. These projections can be taken out of the top of the sock, and are razor-sharp.[/i]
Calves: A pistol is strapped to the outside of each calf, and several knives are strapped along them as well, along with spare magazines.[/i]
Knees: The kneepads have slots in them, which allow for three razored projections to come up, like the ones that fit on the socks, only larger.
Thighs: An SMG is strapped to the outside of each thigh. Several more knives are also attached to the thigh armor, along with two magazines on each thigh for the SMGs.
Hands: The back of each finger section and the back of the hand along the gloves have the same kind of projections as long the socks. These interlock with the fingers are extended.
Forearms: Two knives are along each forearm, along with two blades the length of his forearms, that by a flick of the wrist, spring up and into his hands.
Elbows: The elbow pads have the typical razor sharp projections, only there's only one for each elbow, and they're the largest on him.[/color]
Biceps: A pistol is holstered to the outside of each bicep, along with a spare magazine for the weapon. Several knives can also be found along the bicep.
Waist: A wide belt of the same material as the socks/gloves goes around Snow's waist. From this belt hangs a shotgun at the back of his right hip, several knives, and a variety of spare magazines. Two pistols right along the front of each hip. A variety of grenades, mostly frags, a few mines, a couple medical packs, and a few injections hang various locations. Also from this belt hangs small pouches of the strange material. At the back of the left hip hangs the AV6.
Chest/Back: Strapped along the front of his chest, from right shoulder to left hip is an assault rifle with gerenade launcher. Along the same strap are a few knives and spare magazines. On his back, slung again from right shoulder to left hip is a sniper rifle, with a few more knives and magazines. Under both the weapons, from left shoulder to right hip is an ammunition belt, from which hang several knives. The back side of the ammunition belt is padded with loops of very thin cord, very strong cord.
Head: Along the helmet are the same projections as along the socks/gloves. These ones, however, do not come to a point, but go all the way across the helmet, from back to front.
Knives: Each knife except the two blades along his forearms have flat blades, flat hilts, are 5 inches long, razor sharp, and serrated near the hilt. They're entirely black, except a simple red line that runs down the center of both sides of the hilt. No hand guard.
Weaponry Descriptions:
Knives: Each knife has a blade five inches long, and a hilt of 3.5 inches, entirely flat. The blade is serrated for 2 inches near the hilt, is razor sharp, and comes to an even point. These blades are coated in toxins that are extremely deadly, and usually kill within an hour. Hilts are coated with rough mieth for a no slip grip.
Forearm Blades: These wicked weapons are sharper than most of the knives, and stretch for 9.5 inches. Their hilts, of roughed mieth, collapse down into the inside of the forearm armor.. They have been reinforced repeatedly, and can pierce, if with extreme difficulty, hardened mieth. The blades themselves are strapped to the outside of the forearm. The weapons are coated with an even more deadly toxin, and generally kill within ten minutes.
Pistols: These pistols are simple .45 caliber weapons that have been customized for easier firing, built in laser sights, and have a 15 round clip, with enhanced recoil system. Their hilts have a covering of rough mieth for easy grip.
SMGs: Modified weapons with 80 round clips, and can expend all those rounds within two seconds. Caliber is 9mm. They've got a light camouflage covering of light mieth the same color as his armor, as to blend in with him. Enhanced recoil system to ease targeting.
Shotgun: This deadly weapon has a 10 shell clip, and is short enough to be wielded with one hand. Due to the 8 caliber rounds, however, this is not recommended. Weapon is lightly covered with camouflage patchwork, like the SMGs. Handle and pistol grip are in roughened mieth.
AV6 Anti-Vehicle rocket launcher, model 6. This weapon fires a homing or dead fire explosive fragmentation. This generally shreds up any vehicle. Takes two seconds to lock onto any vehicle. Rounds are about 3 pounds each. Laser sights and 2x-4x scope included. Handles are in rough mieth.
Assault Rifle: Like all of his weapons, this one has been customized. This standard weapon now has 45 round clip, with a 7.62 caliber. Laser sights help with accuracy, so does the simple 2x scope on top of it. Along the bottom of the barrel is a simple 40mm single grenade launcher. Adjustable shoulder stock. Grips are in roughened mieth to make sure it doesn't jump out of your hands. Covered in light camouflage patchwork.
Sniper Rifle: Everyone's favorite weapon. This one has a 1.5x-20x scope on top. It's round are unheard of .57 caliber, with an explosive tip to surely rip apart what even it comes into contact with. The actual bullet continues through this explosion. Semi-automatic, but only with a 5 round clip. Has a collapsible and removable stand at the end for accuracy and mobility. This can hit a fly at 2000 yards. Has a heavy camouflage patchwork that's removable.
Note: All straps are of light mieth and lock into the slots of the armor. All weapons and straps are in the same color pattern as the armor.
Note: All bullets are of armor piercing.
Note: All weapons are of hardened mieth.
Note: All weapons are always loaded.
What... What happened to them..!?
Snow shuddered at the thought and ran all the harder. He locked away those horrid memories. For now, he must simply get away. His current armor was blood spattered and ruined, his assault rifle held three rounds. He was elite. What the fuck had happened back there... He locked the memory away and ran. Suddenly, the world came back in a resounding crash. He was in the middle of the city. It was night, the moon was gone. There were no lights. His night vision was cracked down the center, where one of... No. He shoved that thought away and leaped into a building, slamming the door behind him. He locked it and grabbed the chair in front him, shoving it under teh doorknob. It didn't stop that horrible wail that rose into the air. His legs suddenly couldn't support him, he crashed to the ground. Darkness closed in. In panic, he fired off the three rounds, a universal signal for help, before the darkness of sleep took him.
DEATHBORN
Body: around 5' 10" and about 69.5kg Very Muscley
History: Belonged to a group of people with a reputation for sword play, he was a reverred sword fighter known accross his hometown, however, once he encountered a zombie raid on his home town, he was changed forever, he is mentally scarred, believeing his cause is devine he will kill those who do not conform to his beliefs and any kind of good reputation he once had was shattered, it is said that if the geneva convention was enforced properly, they still wouldnt know what to do due to the fact that he is so dangerous (its most likely a more wise idea to never provoke him and never come into contact with exept in urgent cases, even then its not really a good idea to make contact reguardless of reason). DEATHBORN underwent a journey to try and discover his soul and his redemption, he never did find what he wanted, he fought long and hard at an active volcanoe sight, battling demon zombies and rapiers from all angles, but his travels led him to become very favorable in hand to hand combat, he goes by the saying "the pen may be mighter than the sword, but you are gonna need something much sharper for me, my friend" since recently, DEATHBORN has shown further signs of mental deterioration, its unclear how it has affected his ability to survive on his own, but time will play its own role in uncovering this.
Abilities: The fear he inputs in others is his weapon, and for this reason alone its really not known how far his abilitys extend, some say that they were not true witnesses, as anyone who saw him, was usually killed, and nailed to a wall by daggers.
Armor: No armour, is painted with satanic-like symbols all over his body, wears a cape and has one shoulder strap
Head: black spikey hair, red eyes
Weaponry: large asortment of blades, including his pride and joy katana, as well as several knife slot belts.
Equipment: DEATHBORN believes that natures bounty is the source of all the best remedies you could possibly need (gods creation is powerful in its own right and that power is infused in all living things giving a healing quality, or so he believes). He also has a talent for improvising what ever he finds, in short, everything he comes into contact with is his equipment should he require/desire anything.
"I hope this one's not an infect, or I'll fucking kill the bastard, I can never forgive them for what they did..."
His armor basically wasn't. It had huge, rending tears through it. This stuff was supposed to be able to stop anything short of a tank round. It was quite nicely patterned with blood. Somehow, none of it was his. The insides of it shown out all over. He ditched it, tossing it upon the couch to one side as he went over to the pack. He picked it up, and staggered. It was heavy. It was everything he could find in that nightmarish room before he had fled it. He tossed it on the couch too. He stripped off his helmet and brown facecloth, along with his strange goggles they had issued him before he left. They had issued the entire squad strange things. Whatever. STupid command. Speaking of which, they had to know... He reached for his helmet and checked his radio. Somehow, it was still working. He flipped it on.
Base, this is Spec-Ops Commander SnowFire789. Please respond. Over.
He waited a few seconds.
Anyone out there? This is Special Operations Commando Squad Leader, Sergeant SnowFire789. Please respond. Anyone still alive..? Please respond. Over.
He waited a few eternal minutes, shedding his thigh, calf, and arm armor. He tossed that on the ground next to his ruined chest plate.
If you can hear me.. I'll only be here one night. Then I'm moving out. Find me if you can. Over.
With a heavy sight, Snow flipped the helmet radio to a distress signal. Anyone who had a radio who pick it up. Then, he looked at the pack.
The flashback came unbidden. There they all were, in standard formation. They were simply clearing out the buildings. Again. Fucking rebels. Whatever. They went through one door, flashlights sweeping the room. For a second, Snow through he saw movement, and brought the rifle to bear. Instantly, the squad went into motion. Three others went to bear with him, the rest came together behind them and sweeped the room again, looking for more motion. Where the flashlights didn't shine, it was pitch black. There were bodies around, and huge bloody streaks. There was a lot of bodies... they all seemed to be looking at them. Heh, what was he thinking? He send a single round into the body he thought moved, right between it's eyes. It seemed to jerk more than it should have, and it's head came down. It had been sitting against the wall, now it slumped over onto it's side. He swept the room again, and the squad went back to standard formation. This building had been and office. Had been. He saw a monitor still flickering fitfully. He ignored it and gave the signal to move on. They did so...
Snow jerked at a crash out in the street. He glided over to a window silently and looked. There was nothing except a monitor in the street. He blinked a few times. It was still flickering. Well, that was just a little odd.. the power cord wasn't attached to anything... He blinked again. It had stopped.... Fuck this shit. He glanced over and pulled the string to the shades, dropping them. He glided over to his gear and sighed as he dropped down to his knees, and started emptying the large pack. Ugh, he was filthy. Covered in blood, and his pants were all ripped. Snow felt dried blood all over his face and in his hair. It was all across his chest. He finally found it, one of the medkits. He popped it open. Yes, it did have the anti infection shit, a few bandages, and what he wanted most: Towel and soap. He moved off to find the bathroom after he grabbed a spare clean pair of military trousers. How they got in the pack, he didn't know. They felt different, but whatever. He smiled as he saw a clean shirt and blouse too. He stripped to his boxers, and went in search of the bathroom. He took two steps and paused, turning around for one of his pistols before he went on. He couldn't wait to get cleaned up.
I wonder... is anyone else out there...?
(Skills - Assassin/hightech medic
(Tools Carry s 5 Nanite Tubes can heal all wounds with a single one
and has a Code cracking gear + one Heavy Medic pack
(History been a Special Core for 6 years develops own Armour has on board Heat Scope + Night vision inside armor
(Weapons a Heavy ILR = Ion laser rifle ,two arm mounted Titanium/Diamond coated Blades under the wrists at 60CM long and 3CM wide and a small Dead Silent Laser pistol
Name: Humans
Nickname: Hume
Body: 5'10" about 165 lbs in athletic build. Short slightly curly dark brown hair.
History: Average joe until the zombie raids started happening. Most if not all of his family dead or gone, Hume is now a loner on the run searching to find out what happened to his family that rushed off during one of the raids.
Abilities: Very good with rifles and very athletic, but no formal combat training. The only thing that has really kept Hume alive is his ability to live outdoors, understand terrain, his marksmanship, quick-thinking, and his drive to live and find what might remain of his family.
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Armament:
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Armor:
Feet:: A pair of running shoes and a simple pair of hiking boots.
Hands: Athletic weight lifting gloves.
Head/Face: During the day a simple bandana to protect from the sun. At night either the stolen night vision headset or a paintball mask and bandana.
Everything else: Whatever he can find/loot that offers warmth and decent protection during attacks.
Note: No real armor, just enough to stay mobile and protected at the same time.
Weaponry:
Two handguns, one a .357 revolver to pack a punch and also because it is a personal favorite. The other is a 9mm beretta with an extended 30 round clip to reduce reloads.
Also carries two rifles, one is some sort of high powered military rifle that Hume isn't very familiar with, but understands is great for long range shots and also scouting purposes. The other is a simple 30.06 with a 5 round clip, but if used correctly can take down 3 zombies at a time.
Back Pack: A large hiking pack with a small lightweight sleeping bag inside. Also contains any ammo/guns that Hume can scavenge along with a few liters of water and also a couple knives and other surviving equipment.
My thoughts exactly.
others as in the 4 same people who always follow your topics? get a life. This topic is pointless. if you want a true RP, start up your own server, and do it in there.
dont knock it till you tryed it, forum rping is very fun when it wants to be
And, others, do join in. We need more. I can't post again until someone else has. =/
If you're not sure about what to post..
Find me ingame
Xfire: SnowFire789
Msn: [email protected]
Aim: SnowFire7890
You mean Phantom did. All I did was say one word. You may resume whatever it was you were doing
*a figure stepped out of the shadows in the alleyway*
no, its not a paedophile, its Demon!
Demon: heres a gun, and some holy water...
Snow: wtf do I do with holy water?!
Eolk: Holy holy ravioli methinks!
Demon: put it on your pimp sword Snow, and use it to pwn zombies! - but remember, if you need help, run around in circles yelling "Bob Clinton!" and I will be there. VGCG! VGB!
*demon walks off into the night*
Demon: wtf?! this story sucks!
So he grabbed a sword from an undead Koala knight and hacked away at the giant Furby!
Furby: brrr baaa!
Demon: No way...its power level is over 9000!
Suddenly his hair grew and turned blonde!
Demon: w00t DBZ!
Furby: I have you now Kakarot!
the evil furby presented its backside and did a crap on Demon, just as he was rendered unconcious by a blow to the head...
Well, you only have like one guy who always follows your shit.
Alviss.
And he's just a nice guy.
Does it hurts you if Snow wants to RP with his friends on a friendly forum?
Snow, Roleplay at will.
And that's an order.
Everyone else, fuck off, noone tells you shit when you want to box people or fill the forums with info about your mods that noone on the forums seem to like.
(wait!, who was that aimed to?!)
kk, another futile attempt to give this thread CPR.
...Demon awoke, finding himself face to face with the Evil Zombie Furby King Deflun!
Demon: what have you done to these people??
Deflun: ah, so you've noticed.
Demon: noticed what?!
Deflun: that their souls have been devoured by the great Eolk, turning them into Zombies!
Demon: You wont get away with this!
Deflun: On the contrary my derm friend, I already have.
To be continued
And, I might as well turn this into a story, since no one else is gonna join into the RP. I'll post occasionally.