Realistic or Modern What Remains CS

[Caffeine Freak]

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Spoiler: Cast List

Lord Bradorian as Alex Kasovirch
Trektek as Devon Ashmoore
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Appearance: (nothing too anime-ish please)

Gender:

Sexuality:

Age:

Inventory: (include a melee weapon, sidearm, and ammo of your choice)

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Strengths/Weaknesses:

Personality:

Backstory:

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Misc:

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[Lord Bradorian]

Name: Alex Kasovirch

Appearence:

(Sgt Jenkins from "Colony" S2)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 35

Inventory:
- Tropic multi camoflauge patrol cap
- "Ballistic glasses" (no, will not stop a bullet, no matter what he tells you)
- Camoflauge jacket
- Long-sleeve grey shirt
- Modified civilian rigging
- three pistol magazines (hp)
- one stun grenade
- chest holster
- CZ-75
- Some dirty as hell khakis
- blade sheath
- karambit
- "tacpack" (it's a black fanny pack)
- collapsible baton
- Backpack
- All kinds of great shit I'l tell you about later (wip)


Note: Remington 700 stored in home with box of what used to be a hundred bullets, now about half. Five four-round magazines to load and carry.


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Skills: Intermediate level of marksmanship, wide knowledge of firearms, knowledge of chemistry from drug manufacturing, experience in leadership, contacts within Plymon underworld, fistfighting, criminal backstory and all its perks, adept with technology, historical fanatic, perceptive, fast learner, basic survival (tell poison from a snack type knowledge), relentless, bilingual (czech, english)

Drawbacks: Permanently weakened vision in left eye, addiction to painkillers, missing left ring finger, not good at diplomacy or persuasion or any speech action other than intimidation, generally kind of an asshole. Rage can make him lose himself and sight of his overarching and most important goals very quickly, leading to keeping Kasovirch's temper in check being amongst one of the constant tasks held my the ORT.

Backstory: He doesn't share much. You've got him to admit he was a butcher around where Plymon stakes its claim. Presumably a butcher of ANIMAL meat; however, you would not expect a butcher to have his ability in combat to keep a cool head and execute his plans how he does.

Personality: Alex doesn't speak much. He tries to only when neccesary. When he does talk outside of a mission, he is only talking to [insert later.] S/he seems to be the only person he actually likes in the unit. Everyone else, he's currently distant towards; treating then like strangers in downtime doesn't keep him from treating them like subordinates when fighting starts; always barking orders. He is ruthlessly efficient when fighting, both physically, emotionally, and strategically. Nothing stops him but death. He is stubborn and one-track minded; untrusting and cold. He is protective of people in his unit, however. He has risked his life several times for them, including saving a few of their lives in crisis situations. There is no questioning his loyalty, just his companionship.

(If you want more let me know. I intentionally keep CSes short and sweet. Leaves more to learn during the RP.)

 

[Trektek]

Name: Devon Ashmoore

Appearance: Black hair, Dark Green Eyes, Scar under left ear

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 33

Inventory: Hatchet, Crowbar, Foldable bow with quiver of arrows, swiss army knife

Skills: medieval reenactor ( knowledge and intermediate abilities with melee and ranged combat, experience with battle tactics, map making/reading skills, hunting

Strengths: Good with teamwork and following orders, Family man (Fights hard for wife and daughter)

Weakness: Family man (Wife and daughter can be considered liability), can talk too much at times

Personality: Devon is a friendly man who tries to see thr good in people and situations. Even tries to find good in the apocalypse. He is a hard worker and wishes to earn his keep as well as protect his family from the harsh dangers outside.

History: Devon Ashmoore is a historical reenactor, a hobby that his wife begrudgingly let him keep up. Well, when the world went upside down and topsy turvy, Devon managed to use those skills that he trained with and get his wife and 5 year old daughter to the relative safety of Plymon.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

Name: Alex Kasovirch

Appearence:
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(Sgt Jenkins from "Colony" S2)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 35

Inventory: CZ-75 with three magazines of 9x19 hollow point ammunition. Collapsible police baton and karambit knife. Utilizes different larger firearms when the need or opportunity arises, preferring use of a bolt-action rifle when that's the case.
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Skills: Intermediate level of marksmanship, wide knowledge of firearms, knowledge of chemistry from drug manufacturing, experience in leadership, contacts within Plymon underworld, fistfighting, criminal backstory and all its perks, adept with technology, historical fanatic, perceptive, relentless

Drawbacks: Permanently weakened vision in left eye, addiction to painkillers, missing left ring finger, not good at diplomacy or persuasion or any speech action other than intimidation, generally kind of an asshole. Rage can make him lose himself and sight of his overarching and most important goals very quickly, leading to keeping Kasovirch's temper in check being amongst one of the constant tasks held my the ORT.

Backstory: He doesn't share much. You've got him to admit he was a butcher around where Plymon stakes its claim. Presumably a butcher of ANIMAL meat; however, you would not expect a butcher to have his ability in combat to keep a cool head and execute his plans how he does.

Personality: Alex doesn't speak much. He tries to only when neccesary. When he does talk outside of a mission, he is only talking to [insert later.] S/he seems to be the only person he actually likes in the unit. Everyone else, he's currently distant towards; treating then like strangers in downtime doesn't keep him from treating them like subordinates when fighting starts; always barking orders. He is ruthlessly efficient when fighting, both physically, emotionally, and strategically. Nothing stops him but death. He is stubborn and one-track minded; untrusting and cold. He is protective of people in his unit, however. He has risked his life several times for them, including saving a few of their lives in crisis situations. There is no questioning his loyalty, just his companionship.

(If you want more let me know. I intentionally keep CSes short and sweet. Leaves more to learn during the RP.)

Name: Devon Ashmoore

Appearance: Black hair, Dark Green Eyes, Scar under left ear

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 33

Inventory: Hatchet, Crowbar, Foldable bow with quiver of arrows, swiss army knife

Skills: medieval reenactor ( knowledge and intermediate abilities with melee and ranged combat, experience with battle tactics, map making/reading skills, hunting

Strengths: Good with teamwork and following orders, Family man (Fights hard for wife and daughter)

Weakness: Family man (Wife and daughter can be considered liability), can talk too much at times

Personality: Devon is a friendly man who tries to see thr good in people and situations. Even tries to find good in the apocalypse. He is a hard worker and wishes to earn his keep as well as protect his family from the harsh dangers outside.

History: Devon Ashmoore is a historical reenactor, a hobby that his wife begrudgingly let him keep up. Well, when the world went upside down and topsy turvy, Devon managed to use those skills that he trained with and get his wife and 5 year old daughter to the relative safety of Plymon.

Delicious. Two other players was the minimum I was looking for to start writing the intro post, but anyone can roll up at any time during the events of the RP once they've got an accepted CS.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

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Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 24

Inventory:
A rugged backpack containing:
3x .40 cartridge magazines
2x abseiling ropes and hooks
1x sleeping bag
1x portable stove and gas canister
1x portable radio
1x binoculars
And a belt with straps for:
1x Glock 22 handgun
1x SOG tomahawk
1x flashlight

Skills: Cross country running, navigation, abseiling, diving, familiarity with local landscape.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Jack is an excellent scout, and is very adept at carrying out methods of zombie detection in potentially obscure and difficult to navigate spots around Plymon. He's familiar with the behavior of lurking zombies, and is able to use signs of activity to determine their direction or whereabouts. However, Jack's small build and lack of experience with firearms puts him at a disadvantage in combat. He can only use his gun effectively at point blank range, and it can take him multiple swings just to deal with one zombie.

Personality: Determination and resolve are the key traits that have kept Jack as a functioning ORT member. His job is both exhausting and thankless, but he is able to put his own feelings aside to focus on the task at hand. He is acutely aware that most of his colleagues are older than him, and Jack feels as though he has to prove himself to his fellow team members, whether to show that he is just as capable as them despite his age or to live up to his father's image.

Backstory: Jack's father, Joseph Deadwood, was the founder of the ORT and and an ex-soldier. It wasn't until Joseph was shot by an armed gang member three years after the start of the outbreak that Jack actually became a member of the ORT. Before that, Jack was born and raised in Plymon, and had been taught almost everything he knew by his father. With Joseph gone, Jack aims to become more than 'the son of our old boss' to his team members and to one day find the anarchist that shot his father.

 

[Sleek]

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Name: Jared Grant

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, related to PTSD.

Age: 37

Inventory:
-Glock 17
-2 Boxes of 9x19 parabellum ammunition
-4 spare magazines, loaded.
-Fixed non-serrated knife (w/ sheath
-Duty belt to hold magazines, holster, and can hold smaller items within empty pouches.
Backpack of which holds
-several cans of preserved foods
-bottled water
-water purification tablets
-Canteen

Skills: Firearms, Hand-to-hand combat, urban fighting, human combat

Strengths/Weaknesses: Jared is an Ex-SWAT officer, who has served for over a decade with Law Enforcement before everything hit the fan. As such, he has experience with hand-to-hand in order to restrain suspects, he has lots of experience with firearms, and has had training to help de-escalate tense situations. However, unlike most others, he doesn't have the same skills in say hunting or various aspects of survival, making him a hindrence if they aren't careful. His PTSD brought on by responding to calls during the first few outbreaks also means that he can lash out at any point in time and often impacts his ability to sleep, so on nights where he has nightmares he's even less useful outside of combat.

Personality: While out of combat, and on a good day, Jared is good natured and polite. He likes to get to know his fellow members and doesn't mind being on the receiving end of a joke or two. However, should he have an episode, he will be more introverted and quiet for a while. Certain triggers (he has not discussed these, so nobody knows exactly what) will cause him to react unpredictably.

Backstory: Jared is relatively tight-lipped about his past, citing personal reasons for withholding most of it. All that's known is that he served in Alabama, after moving there to support his wife going through medical school. Five years ago, he responded to the first case of the outbreak in Auburn, and after a few days abandoned his police force to find his wife. It can be surmised that his wife didn't make it, as she never arrived with him. Jared arrived at the village towards the beginning of its fortification, stating that he had family in the area. He never specified whether they're dead or just missing.



Misc: Yes, the faceclaim is Donut.

 

[Caffeine Freak]

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Name: Jared Grant

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual, related to PTSD.

Age: 37

Inventory:
-Glock 17
-2 Boxes of 9x19 parabellum ammunition
-4 spare magazines, loaded.
-Fixed non-serrated knife (w/ sheath
-Duty belt to hold magazines, holster, and can hold smaller items within empty pouches.
Backpack of which holds
-several cans of preserved foods
-bottled water
-water purification tablets
-Canteen

Skills: Firearms, Hand-to-hand combat, urban fighting, human combat

Strengths/Weaknesses: Jared is an Ex-SWAT officer, who has served for over a decade with Law Enforcement before everything hit the fan. As such, he has experience with hand-to-hand in order to restrain suspects, he has lots of experience with firearms, and has had training to help de-escalate tense situations. However, unlike most others, he doesn't have the same skills in say hunting or various aspects of survival, making him a hindrence if they aren't careful. His PTSD brought on by responding to calls during the first few outbreaks also means that he can lash out at any point in time and often impacts his ability to sleep, so on nights where he has nightmares he's even less useful outside of combat.

Personality: While out of combat, and on a good day, Jared is good natured and polite. He likes to get to know his fellow members and doesn't mind being on the receiving end of a joke or two. However, should he have an episode, he will be more introverted and quiet for a while. Certain triggers (he has not discussed these, so nobody knows exactly what) will cause him to react unpredictably.

Backstory: Jared is relatively tight-lipped about his past, citing personal reasons for withholding most of it. All that's known is that he served in Alabama, after moving there to support his wife going through medical school. Five years ago, he responded to the first case of the outbreak in Auburn, and after a few days abandoned his police force to find his wife. It can be surmised that his wife didn't make it, as she never arrived with him. Jared arrived at the village towards the beginning of its fortification, stating that he had family in the area. He never specified whether they're dead or just missing.



Misc: Yes, the faceclaim is Donut.

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Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 24

Inventory:
A rugged backpack containing:
3x .40 cartridge magazines
2x abseiling ropes and hooks
1x sleeping bag
1x portable stove and gas canister
1x portable radio
1x binoculars
And a belt with straps for:
1x Glock 22 handgun
1x SOG tomahawk
1x flashlight

Skills: Cross country running, navigation, abseiling, diving, familiarity with local landscape.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Jack is an excellent scout, and is very adept at carrying out methods of zombie detection in potentially obscure and difficult to navigate spots around Plymon. He's familiar with the behavior of lurking zombies, and is able to use signs of activity to determine their direction or whereabouts. However, Jack's small build and lack of experience with firearms puts him at a disadvantage in combat. He can only use his gun effectively at point blank range, and it can take him multiple swings just to deal with one zombie.

Personality: Determination and resolve are the key traits that have kept Jack as a functioning ORT member. His job is both exhausting and thankless, but he is able to put his own feelings aside to focus on the task at hand. He is acutely aware that most of his colleagues are older than him, and Jack feels as though he has to prove himself to his fellow team members, whether to show that he is just as capable as them despite his age or to live up to his father's image.

Backstory: Jack's father, Joseph Deadwood, was the founder of the ORT and and an ex-soldier. It wasn't until Joseph was shot by an armed gang member three years after the start of the outbreak that Jack actually became a member of the ORT. Before that, Jack was born and raised in Plymon, and had been taught almost everything he knew by his father. With Joseph gone, Jack aims to become more than 'the son of our old boss' to his team members and to one day find the anarchist that shot his father.

Yes I accept my own character.

 

[Sook]

Name: Bonnie May Holland

Appearance:

Bonnie stands at 5'3" and has a youthful face full of freckles. Her physique is slim and boyish. She has short, curly ginger hair and blue eyes.

Face Claim: Beverly Marsh

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Unsure

Age: 16

Inventory:

A very large hiking backpack containing:

A couple packets of chips, a wrapped up sandwich(Peanut butter) and two water bottles

Heaps of clothes (For a 2 week vacation)

A utility knife (Bottle opener, bread knife, sharp knife, screwdriver ect)

A sleeping bag

A tent and pegs

A brush, toothbrush, toothpaste and dry shampoo

A pair of boots

A wood splitting axe

A very small Butane stove with a pack of 5 butane cans

1 small cooking pot



Skills:

Starting fires

Bush cooking

Making shelter

Gutting and hunting animals

Strengths/Weaknesses:

+ Good stamina

+ Good swimmer

+ Attention to detail

- No social skills/tactless

- Hot-headed

- No weapon or combat of any kind skill

- Not very fast on land, short legs

Personality:

wip

Backstory:

WIP

Misc:

Theme song: