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Username: SnowStorm42
Name: Rebecca Devlins
Age: 29
Faction: Guerillas
Role: Arms manager, "Worker" Scout
Weapons: Supressed Sig MPX submachine gun, Supressed Baretta 92fsr, a personal and custom combat knife
Personality: Malicious, conniving, power-hungry, tactical, logical, lacks empathy, driven, masochistic, well read, witty
Background/Bio: Rebecca was abandoned when she was a baby. As a result she grew up in foster care, an abandoned cause, an orphan, and, in not the best of conditions. An already concerning start, with an uphill battle, it didn't help that she often instigated fights from a very young age. From as young as 8 years old she seemed to grasp the concept of not taking anyone's shit, albeit, not without some external influences. This didn't mean she was just some beast filled with violence though, as she did spend a good portion of her time reading books. It wasn't long before she ran away from the life that she was dropped into, at only 15 years old. Spending a good portion of her teens homeless, she stole, scammed, and did what she could to earn a buck. This time of her life was checkered, but if there was one constant that held, it was her desire for knowledge. Despite the filth she lived in, she often read, be it from the web browser of a phone she stole, or books.
Approaching her late teens and early twenty's, Rebecca stumbled upon a few opportunity's to clean herself up, play a character, meet some powerful men, and infiltrate into normal society. She became a shark with stocks, and found herself a cushy desk job in a big city, long forgotten in the Aftermath now. She slowly moved up the corporate ladder, found a handsome military man along the way, and made a cozy rich life for herself. It was never enough though. Throughout all the success, Rebecca always felt she was still fighting up hill, that she was never in full control, and a constant itch nagged at her, one of agitation, and anger.
With these bottled up feelings, Rebecca found herself, somewhat ripping apart the cozy life she created, in an effort to find relief for the feeling within her. Constant cheating, belittling employees and coworkers, blackmail, moving higher up the ranks, drugs, alcohol. She went as far as to bounce between cities, via the company she worked at, in an effort to try to find some peace, eventually landing her in Arcadia. A downward spiral with no answer. Until it hit. The actual apocalypse. A virus that very swiftly brought the downfall of normal society, and Rebecca was well ahead of the curve.
While most suffered trauma, pain, confusion, loneliness, and fear from the imminent threat of death, as a result of Project Artemis, Rebecca found her peace finally. In violence.
At first she found herself wandering, free. Eventually, an up and coming faction, The Guerillas, tried to kidnap her to use as labor or a sex worker in their region. However the scouting group that was going to take her ended up dying by her hand. A second wave of reinforcements, as well as the leader of the Guerillas, had come to clean up the slack. However, they saw Rebecca's potential, and took her in, not as labor, or a slave, but rather as an ally.
Working her way up the ranks again, and gaining the trust of the Guerilla's leader, she found herself as a right hand confidant, being feared by many of the grunts, respected by the higher authorities, and managing some of the more important tasks. However despite finding a home amongst violent compatriots, Rebecca has once again found that itch within her. Being the right hand may not be enough for her, and more so, Arcadia feels like an opportunity for her. Total leadership. Rebirth. Whatever the cost
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Name: Rebecca Devlins
Age: 29
Faction: Guerillas
Role: Arms manager, "Worker" Scout
Weapons: Supressed Sig MPX submachine gun, Supressed Baretta 92fsr, a personal and custom combat knife
Personality: Malicious, conniving, power-hungry, tactical, logical, lacks empathy, driven, masochistic, well read, witty
Background/Bio: Rebecca was abandoned when she was a baby. As a result she grew up in foster care, an abandoned cause, an orphan, and, in not the best of conditions. An already concerning start, with an uphill battle, it didn't help that she often instigated fights from a very young age. From as young as 8 years old she seemed to grasp the concept of not taking anyone's shit, albeit, not without some external influences. This didn't mean she was just some beast filled with violence though, as she did spend a good portion of her time reading books. It wasn't long before she ran away from the life that she was dropped into, at only 15 years old. Spending a good portion of her teens homeless, she stole, scammed, and did what she could to earn a buck. This time of her life was checkered, but if there was one constant that held, it was her desire for knowledge. Despite the filth she lived in, she often read, be it from the web browser of a phone she stole, or books.
Approaching her late teens and early twenty's, Rebecca stumbled upon a few opportunity's to clean herself up, play a character, meet some powerful men, and infiltrate into normal society. She became a shark with stocks, and found herself a cushy desk job in a big city, long forgotten in the Aftermath now. She slowly moved up the corporate ladder, found a handsome military man along the way, and made a cozy rich life for herself. It was never enough though. Throughout all the success, Rebecca always felt she was still fighting up hill, that she was never in full control, and a constant itch nagged at her, one of agitation, and anger.
With these bottled up feelings, Rebecca found herself, somewhat ripping apart the cozy life she created, in an effort to find relief for the feeling within her. Constant cheating, belittling employees and coworkers, blackmail, moving higher up the ranks, drugs, alcohol. She went as far as to bounce between cities, via the company she worked at, in an effort to try to find some peace, eventually landing her in Arcadia. A downward spiral with no answer. Until it hit. The actual apocalypse. A virus that very swiftly brought the downfall of normal society, and Rebecca was well ahead of the curve.
While most suffered trauma, pain, confusion, loneliness, and fear from the imminent threat of death, as a result of Project Artemis, Rebecca found her peace finally. In violence.
At first she found herself wandering, free. Eventually, an up and coming faction, The Guerillas, tried to kidnap her to use as labor or a sex worker in their region. However the scouting group that was going to take her ended up dying by her hand. A second wave of reinforcements, as well as the leader of the Guerillas, had come to clean up the slack. However, they saw Rebecca's potential, and took her in, not as labor, or a slave, but rather as an ally.
Working her way up the ranks again, and gaining the trust of the Guerilla's leader, she found herself as a right hand confidant, being feared by many of the grunts, respected by the higher authorities, and managing some of the more important tasks. However despite finding a home amongst violent compatriots, Rebecca has once again found that itch within her. Being the right hand may not be enough for her, and more so, Arcadia feels like an opportunity for her. Total leadership. Rebirth. Whatever the cost
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Agent23
"Honey!!! Wheres my Supersuit?"
Username: Agent23
Name: Leonard Baker
Age: 26
Faction: A.R.M
Role: Medic, Engineer, Covert Operator.
Weapons: Dual Dao- A pair of handforged hardened Dao, these blades are hefty and durable with a sharp edge that can pack enough weight to break bones even if it doesn’t penetrate the targets armor.
Improvised Edged Weapons- scissors, a nail file, a letter opener, perhaps just a jagged piece of metal. Wrapped in cloth, tape, or leather to make a firm handle. Leonard is an expert at crafting and designing melee weapons.
Improvised Explosives- While to some this would mean things like Molotov cocktails. For Leonard this means a 20oz bottle with a primer, surrounded by gunpowder, and filled with ball bearings, with several layers of tape to contain more pressure. If he drops an object if any kind its best to avoid it.
Personality: Leo as he is often called, is a pretty relaxed guy most of the time. His goal is to get by and he doesn’t mind helping others to do so. However the young mans patience and tolerance is like a slope towards a cliff. It seems to go down steadily, before suddenly dropping and leaving those who were toeing that path up in the air. When leonard snaps he can be an incredibly unpredictable man. Willing to do things he would otherwise find morally reprehensible and even condemning so called friends to death if it saves his own skin. He is a survivor through and through and does not lose a wink of sleep over the blood he has spilt.
Background/Bio: Leonard baker was born to Anita and John baker, and named after his late grandfather. He and his family were already in the arcadia area when the fall of America transpired. Luckily leonard had a lifetime of being the son of a marine and having a fixation on cars and motors. These two traits ensured he would survive to coming troubles, his father would secure him a place in the Veterans through familial bonds and for a while Leonard would shine, he would learn his fathers trade of being a combat medic, and once his skill in Engineering became apparent they would support his pursuit in greater knowledge, getting some practice work on military vehicles and equipment. It was looking as if he would he set for life, then his life sorta fell down.
His mother, who was like his emotional support rock, fell dangerously ill, and the Veterans faction did not have the supplies to save her, those druggies did, but the veterans were not willing to engage them in order to acquire it. Leonard actually believed them when they said it would be okay, he naively held out hope she would recover and a miracle would happen. He even began to turn towards god and the bible for hope. Yet nothing would prevent the inevitable, His mother would succumb to her illness and die. In response Leonard lost faith in the veterans but would put his faith in scripture. Not to an absurd degree mind you, he is no preacher. Yet a verse stuck with him “blessed are the peacemakers” and so he would attempt to broker a peace between factions and after nearly losing his life multiple times he would reach a heavy conclusion. While they may be blessed, a peacemaker has to he strong to be successful. He knew that no man would possess that strength alone , but machines on the other hand, they could bolster ones strength. A car let a person move 5-10x faster than they could normally. So why not apply that same logic to combat?
Thus Leonard began his secret project, One he still works on to this day. He knew he couldn’t survive long enough alone to pull his goals off, so he Joined A.R.M, finding other altruistic folks with similar views on ending the conflicts and establishing peace. He now dwells in a warehouse within A.R.M territory, where he gathers supplies and parts to complete his project and will often times be called into battlefields after the conflict has passed in order to provide medical aid and repairs to equipment and infrastructure. While not quite a leader among them, his reliability and outside the box approach to most problems has earned him a reputation for being dependable, and particularly nasty to deal with in an enclosed space. He is not shy about telling people he will one day end all this conflict.
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Name: Leonard Baker
Age: 26
Faction: A.R.M
Role: Medic, Engineer, Covert Operator.
Weapons: Dual Dao- A pair of handforged hardened Dao, these blades are hefty and durable with a sharp edge that can pack enough weight to break bones even if it doesn’t penetrate the targets armor.
Improvised Edged Weapons- scissors, a nail file, a letter opener, perhaps just a jagged piece of metal. Wrapped in cloth, tape, or leather to make a firm handle. Leonard is an expert at crafting and designing melee weapons.
Improvised Explosives- While to some this would mean things like Molotov cocktails. For Leonard this means a 20oz bottle with a primer, surrounded by gunpowder, and filled with ball bearings, with several layers of tape to contain more pressure. If he drops an object if any kind its best to avoid it.
Personality: Leo as he is often called, is a pretty relaxed guy most of the time. His goal is to get by and he doesn’t mind helping others to do so. However the young mans patience and tolerance is like a slope towards a cliff. It seems to go down steadily, before suddenly dropping and leaving those who were toeing that path up in the air. When leonard snaps he can be an incredibly unpredictable man. Willing to do things he would otherwise find morally reprehensible and even condemning so called friends to death if it saves his own skin. He is a survivor through and through and does not lose a wink of sleep over the blood he has spilt.
Background/Bio: Leonard baker was born to Anita and John baker, and named after his late grandfather. He and his family were already in the arcadia area when the fall of America transpired. Luckily leonard had a lifetime of being the son of a marine and having a fixation on cars and motors. These two traits ensured he would survive to coming troubles, his father would secure him a place in the Veterans through familial bonds and for a while Leonard would shine, he would learn his fathers trade of being a combat medic, and once his skill in Engineering became apparent they would support his pursuit in greater knowledge, getting some practice work on military vehicles and equipment. It was looking as if he would he set for life, then his life sorta fell down.
His mother, who was like his emotional support rock, fell dangerously ill, and the Veterans faction did not have the supplies to save her, those druggies did, but the veterans were not willing to engage them in order to acquire it. Leonard actually believed them when they said it would be okay, he naively held out hope she would recover and a miracle would happen. He even began to turn towards god and the bible for hope. Yet nothing would prevent the inevitable, His mother would succumb to her illness and die. In response Leonard lost faith in the veterans but would put his faith in scripture. Not to an absurd degree mind you, he is no preacher. Yet a verse stuck with him “blessed are the peacemakers” and so he would attempt to broker a peace between factions and after nearly losing his life multiple times he would reach a heavy conclusion. While they may be blessed, a peacemaker has to he strong to be successful. He knew that no man would possess that strength alone , but machines on the other hand, they could bolster ones strength. A car let a person move 5-10x faster than they could normally. So why not apply that same logic to combat?
Thus Leonard began his secret project, One he still works on to this day. He knew he couldn’t survive long enough alone to pull his goals off, so he Joined A.R.M, finding other altruistic folks with similar views on ending the conflicts and establishing peace. He now dwells in a warehouse within A.R.M territory, where he gathers supplies and parts to complete his project and will often times be called into battlefields after the conflict has passed in order to provide medical aid and repairs to equipment and infrastructure. While not quite a leader among them, his reliability and outside the box approach to most problems has earned him a reputation for being dependable, and particularly nasty to deal with in an enclosed space. He is not shy about telling people he will one day end all this conflict.
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member42
New Member
Username: Member42
Name: Johnathan "Reaper" Michell
Age: 32
Faction: The Veterans
Role: Soldier, Extraction point and Scavenger
Weapons: MK17, Glock 19, flashbangs, grenades and tactical knifes
Personality: Calm, kind, serious, cautious and calculative
Background/Bio:
Sergeant John Mitchell, codenamed "Reaper," served as a dedicated member of a special forces unit. Trained in covert operations, hand-to-hand combat, and survival tactics, he was a highly decorated soldier. When the zombie apocalypse erupted, his unit was deployed to contain the outbreak.
In the chaos that followed, John's team found themselves isolated in a city overrun by the undead. Despite their elite training, the relentless nature of the zombie hordes took a toll on his comrades. John, known for his resourcefulness and leadership skills, emerged as the de facto commander as his fellow soldiers fell one by one.
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Name: Johnathan "Reaper" Michell
Age: 32
Faction: The Veterans
Role: Soldier, Extraction point and Scavenger
Weapons: MK17, Glock 19, flashbangs, grenades and tactical knifes
Personality: Calm, kind, serious, cautious and calculative
Background/Bio:
Sergeant John Mitchell, codenamed "Reaper," served as a dedicated member of a special forces unit. Trained in covert operations, hand-to-hand combat, and survival tactics, he was a highly decorated soldier. When the zombie apocalypse erupted, his unit was deployed to contain the outbreak.
In the chaos that followed, John's team found themselves isolated in a city overrun by the undead. Despite their elite training, the relentless nature of the zombie hordes took a toll on his comrades. John, known for his resourcefulness and leadership skills, emerged as the de facto commander as his fellow soldiers fell one by one.
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