Hey everyone who may be looking in on this: I just wanted to state that I have no intention of closing this AU, despite currently low activity levels--which is perfectly fine, since I understand a large portion of you guys are in the middle of finishing the school term.
As soon as more people are available, I am planning implement a plot event to get things shaking again. Groups will be switched up and combined, leaving room for any new characters who haven't been introduced to hop in. I hope to get back into the swing of things within the next couple of weeks or so.
If anyone continues to have availability problems, please let me know, so I can figure out a way to keep the game moving! Thanks all.
My name is Jennifer Carter, and I grew up in Toronto, Ontario. Dad worked for Canada Air—not as a pilot, he just helped to design their planes—and Mom was a freelance journalist. I came down to Cambridge, Mass for college—M.I.T., actually. I was in the Engineering Systems Division—working with real life application of my designs. That’s what I wanted the most, to get hands-on experience.
After college, I stayed in the United States and got an internship, later a job, with a green energy corporation. I’ve been involved with them ever since.
What did you do before the outbreak?
My company had been designing an energy efficient car for some time, and I was selected to give a talk and presentation in Atlanta, Georgia. I drove the car there. The damn energy efficient car, across miles and miles of just flat highway. Once it happened, I was already gone—away from any kind of civilization. People had stopped answering my calls and emails, and by the time I figured out what had happened, it was too late to find any way to contact them.
What did you do after it happened?
Well, I certainly didn’t give my presentation, that’s for sure. I stopped in the first town I could find and stocked up on supplies, then got the hell out. I just kept driving south. I was a wreck, honestly, the first few days. Just kept driving and driving and stopping in infected little towns when I needed to until my car broke down here.
How many walkers have you killed?
Five, maybe six. Two on my first stop for supplies. I took them out with an axe to the head. They used to be the drugstore clerks—Annie and someone else, something that began with an H. I killed another one on my second stop, and then two on my third, and I ran over another one, so that’s five, possibly six.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
Just two, outside of a hospital. A man and a teenage girl. I went in to get supplies—you know, just bandages and first aid kits and that kind of shit—but the place was overrun. I found them outside, bleeding all over. They’d been bitten, I could tell right away.
I never said a word to them. The man just handed me his gun and nodded. I killed the girl first, tried to spare her any more pain than she was due. And then I killed him.
But at least I got a gun out of it, and the kit they’d managed to grab.
I am Magdalena Naseem. I’m from Palo Alto, California originally. I’m twenty-seven, I was a yoga instructor. Well, I mean, I was also in the US Marine Corps. But that was when I was younger. I was stationed in Augusta, GA and just never left. That being said, I missed the California air all the time. Sometimes I imagine going back.
What did you do before the outbreak?
I guess I jumped the gun on answering this. Like I said, I taught yoga. I’m also a Marine Corps vet. I did eight years of service before retiring. I also did three tours in Iraq. I spent most of my time with my former commanding officer and his wife. Though the nature of our relationship was complicated to say the best.
What did you do after it happened?
I did what I do. I adapted to survive. I’ve always been lucky. Everyone around me could die in an instant, and I would survive. I’ve been traveling mostly alone, not entirely by choice. Right after infection, Seth — my former CO — and his wife, Sam, made it out of the city with me. Sam was the first one to go, she was bitten before we even found a car. Seth was never the same.
We made it to Atlanta thinking it would be safe there, I mean, the CDC was there. It was logical. But there was nothing but death. While we were escaping a horde, Seth sacrificed himself so I could get out. I haven’t stuck anywhere long since then.
How many walkers have you killed?
Not enough.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
I'm interested in asking- how is this roleplay's feelings on topics like mpreg? tentacles? George W Bush slash fiction with certain characters? I would love to know; I feel there's not enough acceptance within the community with these topics.
yes, definitely; heck no, what's wrong with you; maybe, depending on the circumstances. but no godmodding, ok?
Thomas Charles Aubrey, 27, was born and raised in Boston, MA.
What did you do before the outbreak?
Thom always wanted to become something great, but between the borderline poverty, his own crippling lack of confidence, and his speech impediment, he found it impossible to make happen. After graduating high school, he attempted to achieve a degree in linguistics, but he only got as far as an Associate’s degree in English before funds ran out and he was forced to think of something more practical, at least for the moment. One day, when reading the paper in the library, he found a listing for an EMT position. Thom took the training program, though he was still unhappy. After deciding that it was neither his own accomplishments nor his job, he figured it was the city.
Moving hundreds of miles and dozens of hours away, he found a job down south with a fire department. It wasn’t what he was used to, but Thom was able to adjust well enough to earn a rookie spot in the department. Quiet ,generally scarce, and more comfortable with the medical side of the profession, he didn’t bond with many of the firefighters there except for fellow rookie Carson and veteran Sam Richards.
What did you do after it happened?
After returning from a building inspection with Sam, they were forced to fight their way out of the department (including an unfortunate encounter with Carson) and go on the move, looking for supplies and survivors. Thom was more than happy to follow Sam’s lead, generally staying in the background, patching up themselves and anyone they met, and trying not to be a bother.
How many walkers have you killed?
More than twenty, but not by much. He lets Sam do most of the work, and most of Thom’s fighting revolves around either slowing the infected down or disabling them.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
Directly, none. He can’t bring himself to kill a living person, even if they’re bitten – he hasn’t even told Sam yet, but Thom once refused to kill a woman dying from a bite. It still bothers him, and he isn’t quite sure if he’ll ever be able to.
The following groups have been arranged at random for the start of the game. If you would like to swap places with someone, or have concerns about availability (for example, if you want to be placed with someone on a similar schedule), let me know and I will adjust accordingly. Any new characters will be added to the groups as they are accepted. Thanks for your cooperation!
Addica Woodley / Acadia
Felix Dietrich / Denver
Raleigh
Anjali Mehta / Helena
Calvin Stenbocken / Calvin
Kate Fisher / Atlanta
Gideon Tartacki, from the great imperial country of royal assholes, England. We came to Georgia when my fraternal idiot and I were relatively young, house over from this hot chick. She was an asshole too. We were all kind of assholes, actually. It was fantastic.
What did you do before the outbreak?
Quite a bit of drugs. Before that, I did some serious shit in the military for a while, then got my ass booted for doing some other shit that the fuckers didn’t like. I then proceeded to work at some pretentious, shitty little coffee shop and mostly sold pot out the back door. An ingenious idea on my part, really.
What did you do after it happened?
First of all, and I mean this extremely politely, what the fuck am I supposed to say to that, what did I do? What did you bloody well do? Evidently not die, and that’s a genuine tragedy. Because I got a gun and headed for the hills, darling, like any person with a brain might also do.
How many walkers have you killed?
I don’t seem to quite have gotten the memo that we were keeping a kill count. Must have missed that while I was out pissing on zombie graves or something. Hm. In any case, I suppose an approximate shitload or so. Perhaps two.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
Why, I’ll have to consult my Journal of Official Badass Zombie Headshots. Let me get back to you on that one.
(A hell of a lot)
Welcome to Spalding, GA. Population before the Outbreak: 1,218. Current: Unknown--but mostly filled with the unlucky few who couldn't get far enough when the disease hit. Spalding was an idyllic, sleepy small town in north western Georgia, about 30 miles southwest of Atlanta.
Main Street is the long drag and commercial center of town. It contains several stores and offices, including a market, pharmacy, flower shop, veterinary clinic, bookstore, real estate office, and gift shop, among other businesses. There is a library, public garden, chapel, and a small park along the same street. Town hall and the mayor's office are at the end of the road. The sheriff's office is nearby. The closest hospital is a 10 minute drive away. A gas station exists just outside town, as do several warehouses and a mechanic shop.
The surrounding streets comprise the residential neighborhood of Spalding; the further from downtown one travels, the greater the distance between houses becomes, until hitting the heavily wooded rural area. As it is currently spring, the weather is warm and generally sunny, though slightly humid.
Spalding is a fictional town, using images from real places in Georgia. Players are free to make up different stores and locations within; this is just a rough guideline/suggestion of places that exist. Whether the groups are newly incoming or have been established there for a while is entirely up to you to decide. Either way, it is still a reliable place to gather resources, take some shelter, and has been (mostly) abandoned by its former residents.
Who are you and where are you from? (｀・ω・´)” (´⌣`ʃƪ)(´▽`ʃƪ)(´ω｀★)(´ヮ`)(^ _ ^)/（＾_＾）(^-^*)/(^(I)^)(^(エ)^)(^∇^)（＾⊆＾）(＾▽＾)（＾ｖ＾）(＾ω＾)(￣▽￣)ノ(￣▽+￣*)（￣ー￣）(゜▼゜＊）
What did you do before the outbreak? ط وضع تركيا في المرحاض، وأنه سقط في المرحاض الآن هناك في الريش في المرحاض هو أن سيئة والمخالب، ونحن بالسلاسل قلوبنا عبثا نحن قفز أبدا يسأل لماذا نحن القبلات، وأنا وقعت تحت الإملائي. حب لا أحد يمكن أن ينكر لا أقول لكم من أي وقت مضى أنا فقط مشى بعيدا وسوف يريدون دائما كنت لا أستطيع العيش كذبة، الترشح لحياتي وأريد دائما كنت جئت في مثل كرة تدمير لم أكن ضرب بجد في الحب كل ما أردته هو لكسر الجدران الخاصة بك كل ما فعل من أي وقت مضى كان لي حطام نعم، أنت، أنت حطام لي جئت في مثل كرة تدمير لم أكن ضرب من الصعب جدا في الحب وكان كل ما أردت لكسر الجدران الخاصة بك كل ما فعل من أي وقت مضى تم تحطيم لي
What did you do after it happened?
How many walkers have you killed?
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?because i’m a fuckin boss ass bitch
After leaving home and moving to the States, Sam began the extensive training that was involved with becoming a fire-fighter in Ohio. He’s spent the past ten years as part of a unit in Tennessee.
What did you do after it happened?
Out of town for a building inspection with one of the newer member’s of the unit, Thomas Aubrey, they returned late in the evening to find the town near deserted. After escaping their zombiefied workmates, Sam did what he always did: survived. Hitting the road, he’s been moving south with Thom, armed with fire axes and guns they’ve managed to scavenge from dead victims.
How many walkers have you killed?
47. He carves a notch onto the handle of his axe for every walker he’s offed - not as some sick way to have bragging rights, but as a memorial for every person who was infected by this illness and had to die because of it - first, they were his workmates, and now, they’re spouses, siblings, and children of someone. If he doesn’t remember them, who will?
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
Call him self-righteous, but Sam refuses to kill anyone who hasn’t turned into a walker yet, whether they’ve been bitten or not. It was his job to save lives, and he refuses to let that change.
We will be officially opening on SATURDAY, APRIL 19, marking the start of the IC clock. I will not be around to write or post any events until late afternoon EST, though anyone can begin posting earlier in the day if they want to get set up/started.
I will be creating random group assignments for starting day. If you don’t want your character to be included in the generator, or if you have a preference or a group already, let me know. I will be posting these assignments tomorrow evening so players can begin plotting early. It’s up to your group to decide if they have been traveling together already, or if they’ll be meeting in present day, where they will meet, posting order, etc.
The RP will start in an abandoned small town in Georgia. A separate detailed post will be made to better describe the location. For now, just imagine at least one main drag for businesses, with a few side streets, and residential blocks on the outside of town.
If there are any questions, as always, feel free to send me an ASK, or post in the OOC blog. Please like this post when you have read it.
Felix Dietrich was born in Gdańsk, Poland, but as a small child his German-Polish parents later made the move back to his father’s home place- Dresden, in the then East Germany, where he would remain until making the move to the US.
What did you do before the outbreak?
The relocation to the southern US was preceded by a time of gravitating between the US and Germany with his American partner, now wife, Audrey. Once they were married he applied for citizenship and they finally settled down in Audrey’s home town, hoping to start a family. By the time the outbreak began, Audrey was already heavily pregnant with what would be their first child.
In terms of occupation, in Germany he ran a fairly modest veterinary surgery, and though it would shut in the anticipation of moving, he was hoping to reopen his business when he became properly established in America. Unfortunately with the outbreak, this never came to fruition
What did you do after it happened?
Even before the official announcement of the severity of the disease, rumours were already running rampant. Most put the idea out of their minds, thinking of it as rubbish, but Felix listened to a more wary gut instinct and convinced Audrey to catch the next train that would end up in Wisconsin, where her mother lived.
Watching her depart from the station has been the last he’s seen or heard from her, and he’s had no news of the fates of her or their unborn child.
For now he’s concentrated on pure survival- the hope of seeing his family again is the one thing that keeps him going in spite of the calamity around him. He’s banded up with random groups, assisting them until their paths are separated and the cycle begins again.
How many walkers have you killed?
He keeps a tally. He can’t help it. He tries to tell himself that they’re not human any more, that they’re basically the dead walking, but every time he finds himself in a situation where he’s forced to engage them, all he can see is the human, not the disease that’s ravaged them.
The tally’s so he can remember them when it looks like no one else does. Someone needs to. Upon being asked, however, he’ll only shrug, refusing to humour them.
It’s not a competition. It shouldn’t be.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
So far, just the two. Though he certainly wouldn’t use the word ‘just’ so loosely in regards to it; he still regrets their deaths deeply, even if they hadn’t left the group he had been with at the time much choice- the couple had posed themselves as survivors in need of aid, but upon coming to their assistance, it became clear that it had just been a ruse to try and murder the group to take their supplies for themselves.
Being shot in the head with bullets from one of their own shotguns put an end to that. How ironic, one of the other survivors would chirp through laughter as they left their bodies behind.
It seemed to Felix like he was the only one who didn’t find it amusing.
Originally he was with the Canadian Army working as a mechanic – specializing in helicopters – before being honorably discharged and went home to take care of his sick mother. Shortly after his death he reconnected with a friend he had made during his service and moved down to the south to work with him at a small company dealing with the repairs of small aircraft.
What did you do after it happened?
At first he shifted into pure survival mode and his company shifted into helping with rescue and survival operations, deploying mechanics to areas that needed extra support. He bounced around before being abandoned in Georgia with a few coworkers. They moved around trying to help where they could – all having some sort of military training – before finding a small place to bunker down with a fair amount of civilians. A string of disasters left the group sick and infected, and those who were able to had to put the immediate threats down before moving on. At the end of a particularly bad move he wound up alone and has stayed that way ever since. He has been aloof and unwilling to verbally communicate with anyone who passes by his small bunker.
How many walkers have you killed?
Enough. He doesn’t have a big enough ego to count.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
Too many. Every single death on his hands came from a situation where there was no other realistic option. It is not something he really wants to talk about.
Player Name: Leela
PFRP Character: Acadia
FOLLOW: addicawoodley
IN CHARACTER:
Who are you and where are you from?
Addica Woodley was born in Maryland, and is the only child of Katy and Liam Woodley.
What did you do before the outbreak?
Addica attended high school, occupying her free time as any teenager would. Before the outbreak she was in the process of applying to several universities, hoping to get in on a track and field scholarship.
What did you do after it happened?
Addica had left with her parents, with the hope of going somewhere out of the city. It wasn’t long before they realized everyone else had the same idea, and so they favored the woods instead of the highway.
They set up camp, tired and lacking water and food. Her mother was the first to leave, hoping to gather supplies. She was gone three days before Addica’s father went searching for her. He was gone one day before they both returned, her mother sporting a nasty bite mark on her arm.
Addica cared for her, not knowing what the wound meant, while her father went to gather the left behind supplies they so badly needed. When her mother attacked her, teeth ripping into the flesh of her ankle, Addica fled, only managing to grab her father’s ragged hoodie and her backpack.
She searched for her father, but was instead found by another group of survivors. Nothing came of the bite, and by the time she found out how the infection spread, too much time had passed, and so she knew she was special, that somehow she had managed to survive being turned into a monster. Addica never revealed this discovery. Had seen far too many times what happened to anyone they found with a bite mark. It was this brutality they became so well known for, and soon survivors were leaving left and right, making their distaste for the harsh ways know. Addica left when she had no other choice, when food was being rationed to the point of starvation. Feeling strongest in a large group, she simply wanders, joining survivors when she can, hoping to find a more permanent fixture.
How many walkers have you killed?
Addica has killed only one walker. It was during a convenience store raid with one of the groups she’d found herself occupying. The woman she came with had moved to the back, checking the larger supply boxes, while Addica kept to the front, filling the two duffle bags she held with as much water and dry goods that she could find. It had nearly caught her off guard, but the shuffling of its feet alerted her early on. After the first collision of the metal baseball bat against its skull, she kept her eyes closed, and didn’t stop hitting until the weapon was being yanked from her shaking hands.
How many people have you killed? Why did you do it?
She’s killed no one, though has had to defend herself on several occasions. It is no doubt thanks to the teachings of other survivors that Addica is even capable of doing so. The baseball bat she’d acquired has practically become an extension of her arm. She is always carrying it with her, and always waiting for the moment she might have to use it.
