Realistic or Modern If We Survive (OOC) - CLOSED

[CriticalRogue]

U.S.A 2023

It's still unclear what happened on August 14th 2023. Most have opinions and speculations, some more believable than others.

The main belief, and probably the most likely tale of events is that the apocalypse is due to the government's experiments with medicines and scientific research. The last 4 years in the science field made huge developments with healthcare, technology and weaponry. The world was finally beginning to cure some of the most deadliest diseases and illnesses. But something went very, very wrong. Patient X escaped a facility somewhere outside of New York and humanity soon crumbled under the consequences.

Patient X took down anyone and everyone who got too close, eating their flesh and leaving them for dead.

So what happened? The dead were piled up whilst quarantine zones were set up to protect the remaining civilians of New York City. Areas were dedicated to those who had been bitten or had ingested the blood of the infected, but it wasn't enough to prevent the infection from spreading and soon the quarantine zones were nothing more than an old, feeble attempt to save humanity.

The infection spread across the USA like wildfire, state-upon-state calling in to announce that they too were affected with the plague of "zombies". Though there was word of other countries stepping in to help, for the civilians who didn't work for the government, they were left to survive by themselves. Now most survivors aren't sure if there ever was aid from other countries. Are the other countries plagued by the infection too? No one can be sure.

The Infected

To avoid the infection, survivors must avoid Zombie bites or scratches, and must not ingest any blood or flesh of the infected. If one is bitten, it takes up to 72 hours for the infection to spread to the brain before the body will shut down for 24 hours or more. When the bitten reawakens, they will no longer be the person they were. Any thoughts, emotions or consciousness is replaced with one thought - feed.

Whilst the majority of Zombies are slow-moving and only dangerous in large numbers. There are those who have adapted to be agile and speedy. It is unclear as to whether the faster, more dangerous zombies are that way due to the person they were before, if it's just some kind of adaptation within the infection.

To kill a zombie, it is advised to either decapitate them or set them alight. A zombie that has been stabbed or shot may still be alive and not down for the count. Most survivors will set fire to the bodies even if the head has been removed, though sometimes that option may not be granted.

World State

It's been about a year since the apocalypse started. Whilst most of the world are dead or infected, there are still members of society who have survived and remain to call the states their home. There is no electricity, unless you're lucky enough to find a generator. It is ill-advised to drink water from any source that is not running, fresh water. Animals have not caught the infection, from what has been seen so far, though some speculate whether the infection might adapt to live in animals too.

Supplies are scarce, but survivors are able to find some if they know where to look.

Authorities and the law are no longer upheld, though there is apparently a group called The Preservers who offer protection to survivors and have a base on the border of Alaska. This is unconfirmed, and most believe it a myth used to give people hope.

The RP

Somewhere in Nevada, 2024.

Hot rays beat down onto the ground of the desert, warming the sand and making it more akin to hot coals. For folks at Restoration Point, that was normal. It sure as hell beat hunkering down in the city and trying to survive the night. There was only about 20 survivors in this camp, and it had kept them safe for almost three months now. But supplies were wearing thin, and they knew they'd have to move along soon or risk sending scouters out to the nearest ghost town or city to try and replenish their resources. The small civilisation had scouters before, but when they were sent out to find supplies or somewhere to move, they never returned.

As usual, a meeting was called amongst the members to decide on their next move. With only 2 weeks worth of food and water left for the group, it was time to find a solution. There were valid arguments on each side, but the final decision was to send 5 capable members out into the desert in hopes that they'd return before the supplies ran dry.

Character Sheets

Name:
Age:
Appearance: picture, description, or both!
Born:
Occupation Before Apocalypse: if any
Role in Restoration Point: if any.(examples: scout, doctor/first-aider, soldier, scavenger/builder)
Skills:

 

[Magnar]

Let me know if this suits, if not I'm more than happy to amend.....

Name: Cain Harper
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Occupation Before Apocalypse: A hedonistic millionaire's son.
Role: Skill Monkey, Silver Tongue (Persuasion and Social

Theme Song: Where the Lonely Ones Roam

Appearance

Meticulously groomed, with brown hair coming down to the nape of his neck with nary a hair out of place. Brown eyes gaze with an inner gleam. Cain is slight of build, with not an ounce of fat on him. The only blemish on his otherwise perfect features is a scar running just over and under his lips on the right hand side of his mouth. On his left shoulder, Cain has a striking tattoo of a celtic sun covered by a flaming orange and yellow sun

Personality

Quiet, softly spoken and mysterious, Cain is every inch the enigmatic high-flying, high-society millionaire's son thrust into an end of the world scenario that he can barely understand or come to terms with. Cain doesn't speak much, but then he doesn't have to. A look from his smouldering brown eyes can make most members of the fairer sex desire to give away their souls for him if he would so desire it -- and this is something that Cain uses to truly devastating effect.

Manipulative and devious, Cain puts himself first and foremost in all situations. He is spoiled, his parents having given him his every whim and desire. To a certain extent, Cain sees other people as puppets and playthings -- objects to be manipulated for his own amusement and entertainment. As long as he gets what he wants out of a situation then Cain is perfectly content.

On the surface that is.

There are those precious few who have taken the time to truly get to know Cain who can attest to the fact that hidden underneath, this strangely tormented individual is more complex than they could possibly even begin to imagine, and this is a trait that manifests itself in the strangest and most random of ways. An act of genuine kindness to a lost child, helping them to find their way home. The sparing of coin to a starving beggar to allow them to eat -- only Cain truly knows what drives Cain, and to most others he is a puzzle wrapped up in the finest cloth.

Motivations

Cain is an empty shell born into an empty, hollow world. He is trapped in the worst sort of cycle possible. Cain hopes to distance himself from his parents and forge his own identity, yet he does not have the faintest idea how to do so. His life is a pristine, manufactured thing - perfect in every way yet lacking warmth and love, just like himself as a person. Inside he is desperately cold and numb, so he seeks to make himself feel something through any exterior means possible. Cain is a hedonist and he does not know how to break it.

Yet his insatiable appetites do not give him what he so desperately needs. As a result of his continued perceived failures and his inability to feel genuine warmth and emotion, so his self-hatred and loathing grows. And as it does, he is spurred onto acts of greater debauchery, his lusts and passions never truly being fulfilled.

A cycle he does not know how to begin to break free from.

Backstory

Origins

Cain lifted a finger up to touch his lips as he turned his look to the woman asking him about his past. Fixing her dark eyes with his own, the corners of his mouth turned up in a slight, almost ghost-like smile. As precious seconds slipped like grains of sand in a hourglass in this dying world, the young man started to wonder if things would ever....go back to the way they used to be.

Finally, with a small sigh he bowed his head slightly, looking to the ground as he opened his lips, and the slightest of whispers broke the silence, "My, but aren't you the curious one. You know what they say? That curiosity killed the cat...."

His voice trailed off in a small chuckle as he continued, "I have always lived here. I was born here into a life of riches and luxury." Looking around him, Cain gestures to his meagre surroundings. It hadn't always been like this, scraping around for survival with ambitions nothing more than to survive another day. "Ironically, I remember as a young boy thinking that there was more to this life than this.....incessant nothingness. Being a millionaire playboy isn't as easy as one might think. Each and every day being given everything that you ever wanted, never having to fight or earn anything. The strangest thing was....."

Standing, Cain walked over to the run-down shack that he was now forced to dwell within. Touching rotted wood, his eyes took on a faraway look. "......I remember from a early age I'd wished for something more. Adventure. Excitement. All things that I lacked aside from manipulating and turning the poor bastard sycophants who came seeking my favour against each other."

Sighing softly, Cain turned back to regard her, "Strange as it is to admit that, in some ways, as much as I wasn't ready.....I wanted this life we now lead. I grew up in my parents manor. I had the best teachings and tutors that money could buy. I learned how to twist and manipulate to get my hearts desire. There were few who could resist me." Laughing again softly, he continued, "There were many who wanted me to be their friend. There were many whom I took as lover. But even so, there were none who wanted to be with me for me. All they were interested in was the colour of my money. Strange to say, but even as much as I was never alone, I was at the same time the loneliest person in the world. Sad to admit isn't it?"

Fixing her with that irresistible gaze of his, Cain went silent, waiting in turn for her story....

.

Recent History

Cain sat on the wooden floor. He crossed his legs, leaning down and propping his head up in his hands. His eyes went misty, almost as if he was remembering a time far removed. "I'd actually only just came back home when the world went to hell....." His eyes glistened with moisture, held there for a second removed from eternity before he brought his hand up, wiping away the tears.

Colouring slightly, almost as if embarrassed by his moment of weakness, Cain continued his story. "I went to study abroad. Mother and father's money paid for my education and my trip. Aside from that though, I had something to prove to myself. I was me. Cain Harper. Not my mother, nor my father. I was not an extension of their being.....I was my own person and damned if I wouldn't learn to cope on my own, and not on their coattails."

Cain clenched his left hand into a fist, remembering the cruel taunts of his fathers friends as they mocked him for being "daddy's spoiled little boy". "I was......am......a hedonist. I learned to live life as fully as I could. The best clubs. The most exclusive parties. I would have a plastic faced dolly girl on each arm, baseless, without dignity. I had plastic, cardboard cutouts masquerading as people wanting to be my friend. They used me, even as I used them to feed my own desires, so that I would grasp, even if only for a second, the blessed illusion that I was alive, that I did breathe. That my heart did indeed beat beneath my chest and pumped blood through my veins. Even abroad, even in England money talked and my family name and reputation spread far, far beyond what I ever thought it would."

His voice was tinged with unexpected sadness and bitterness, and perhaps it was at that moment that the girl listening to him realised the truth about Cain. That yes, he was a manipulative, selfish man, and he was, as he had admitted, a hedonist. Living a life of debauchery, Cain was a prisoner to his own lifestyle and his family name. That as much as he lived life on the edge, it was, in the end, a hollow, empty thing. Cain wished to escape his own heritage, and in that regard he was a prisoner locked away in a cold, stone cell without the key to a door that would set him free.

Regardless, the usually softly spoken Cain was surprised in a lot of ways at his own verbosity. Perhaps this one, this strange girl had found a strange kinship with the isolated social creature manufactured by a fake society.

Noticing the girl staring at the scar on his lip, Cain brought his finger up, tracing an imaginary line across the pale mark that marred his otherwise perfect features. Another of those ghostlike smiles made it's way across his face as he looked down to the floor.

"This.....this scar? That, my dear, is a story for another day." Cain looked down to the floor for a second before continuing, "I returned home, and found my home......and the world, had gone to ****."

Greeting the Apocalypse

Cain lights up a cigarette. It was strange that in this messed up world that had deteriorated as much as this one that the smallest things that were once taken for granted became a blessed relief. As he took a puff, blowing a small ring of smoke into the air, only the slightest tremble in his arms betrayed the depths of Cain's horror as he was forced to relive that terrible day.

"I woke." There was a tremor in Cain's voice as he closed his eyes, taking another drag on the cigarette. "I woke to screams and blood."

Closing his eyes, Cain pictured the scene almost as if it were one unfolding in front of him right now. "I hadn't even been back any more than a couple of days before the world changed....." Standing, Cain walked over to the girl. He drew her in, holding her close, almost as if she was his only link.....his anchor to reality, to stop the horror of the world around them destroying him.

"The screams stopped. When I went out, I found them all......I've -- I've never seen anything like it. They were all.....twisted.....contorted." Holding onto her, he tightened his grasp around her, clenching the fabric of her jacket tightly in his fist. "There was blood everywhere. They.....they had been tearing at themselves......"

As the images flashed in front of his eyes, Cain's voice broke, and he could not bring himself to say what he had seen with his own eyes. They had torn great furrows into their own flesh......tore their own eyes out in unspeakable agony.....

".....Mother, Father.....Miranda. I was the only one alive." Choking back a sob, Cain continued, "I.....I ran. I didn't know what else to do. I ran from the house. And as the world died around me, I just kept running...... And I wondered.........why?"

Why had I survived when everyone else had died?

Skills

1) Charm and Persuasion. Can can be *very* persuasive when he wants to be. It can be difficult to resist his charm, but those who can see past his facade see him for the manipulative liar that he really is.

2) Pick Locks. Cain can open locked doors using thin slivers of metal. Learning the ability during his disaffected use, it is something that can get himself and his companions out of tight spots.

3) Heightened Endurance. Cain is tough. Surprisingly tough. It takes a lot to beat him down, and even more to keep him down. He can keep going when most would give up.

 

[Angelofwishes7]

Skylar Lynn Rosery​

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Born: September 19th.

Occupation Before Apocalypse: College student, Working with her parents at their flower shop, She often volunteered at different locations in her off time.

Role in Restoration Point: Skyler has done a little bit of everything, from helping with first aid to lending a hand when building or cleaning up is needed to even scouting the nearby area for supplies.

Skills:
Fluent in 2 Languages, learning another: She learned Japanese from her mother and from growing up in the US she Naturally learned English as well. In school, she studied Spanish and though she's not fluent in it she knows the basics.
Speed Reader: Growing up Skyler loved to read, and while in school she took a speed reading class.
Flexible: She took gymnastics in both middle and high school
Basic Medicine: Skyler has taken it upon herself to learn some basic medical skills, such as CPR, What to do in case of medical emergency, and how to treat, properly clean, and dress wounds.
Athletic: Though not the fastest runner, Skyler can keep a decent pace for a long period of time
Well built: Skyler, though a tad thin, is well built for her age and is no pushover. She can easily pull her weight with no problems

 

[Noivian]

Nova Beckham​

Age: 25
Appearance: picture, description, or both!
Born: December 25th
Occupation Before Apocalypse: Aspiring song writer, dishwasher
Role in Restoration Point: Soldier, building, defensive planning.
Skills:

- Close-quarters combat: Nova excels in melee combat, with or without a weapon. This stems from the time she spent homeless on the streets.
- Defensive strategist: Trained to defend an area, Nova learned this skill only after the apocalypse happened. Regardless, a skill is a skill.
- Minor firearm training: There have been times Nova had to learn to use a gun, despite disliking it.​

 

[CriticalRogue]

Nathan (Nate) Tucker



Age: 24
Born: Pennsylvania, October 2nd
Occupation Before Apocalypse: Mechanic
Role in Restoration Point: Builder/Fixer-Upper and Soldier
Skills:

- Mechanic: From his experience as a mechanic working in his father's garage, Nate is very good with repairing and building using any kind of scrap.
- Boxing: Before the apocalypse, Nate often got into fights whilst at school. He decided to pursue his... 'skill' with fighting by joining a class in boxing and kickboxing. He maintains his athletic build by working out daily. He even built a makeshift gym in restoration point that he welcomes anyone to use.

 

[midnightrose]

Name: Hannah peters
Age: 23
Appearance:

Born: Texas ,May 18
Occupation Before Apocalypse: Combat medic in the army
Role in Restoration Point: if any.(examples: scout, doctor/first-aider, soldier, scavenger/builder) Medic/soldier
Skills: Being that she was in the army she can run for long periods of time and being a medic she's learned many medical skills and she also can carry twice her weight and body size.

 

[CriticalRogue]

midnightrose hey, sorry I should have specified in the thread that this is a closed group! We already have full members, sorry! If anyone drops out i’ll let you know

 

[midnightrose]

CriticalRogue Yikes! This is so embarrassing !