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| Resident Evil RP, character thread; Characters ahoy! | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 6 2007, 11:13 PM (705 Views) | |
| crazyjavi87 | Jul 8 2007, 03:21 PM Post #16 |
Shattered Rebirth
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@naz-Please just re-edit the post X/ @Tonn-Ye, It just got annoying reading masive texts :P @Roth-Accepted, cept most people are in the city right now :P @Saber-:P. |
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| WoodBlade | Jul 8 2007, 04:39 PM Post #17 |
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(I'm a noob at RES evil so work with me, yes i made up my own weapons ^^ Wall of text you'll live with it Crazy!) Name:HK-70-7789-07 (Poor Girl has no name!) Age:(Sense experiment)7 (Real Age) Unknown Sex:Female Job:Hunter-Killer Equipment: Primary: SR-125 “Wraith” Special Purpose Rifle Projectile Type: 7.62mm SLAP (sabot light armor penetrator) Damage: High Range: High Accuracy: High Rate of Fire: Low Firing Mechanism: Semi-Auto Scope: Advance Sniper optic, 2x and 10x image stabilized zoom, integrated laser range finder Magazine Capacity: 6 Cartridges XN-32 “Viper” Assault Rifle Projectile Type: 6.8mm full metal jacket, enhanced penetrator Damage: Medium Range: Medium Accuracy: Medium (Semi-auto) Low (automatic) Rate of Fire: High Firing Mechanism: Selective Fire (Semi-auto/auto) Scope: Advance Combat optic, 1.5x zoom Magazine Capacity: 30 Cartridges Secondary Ability: Combat Flashlight White LED (85 lumens) Secondary: W-11 “Scorpion” Pistol Projectile Type: 10mm jacketed hollow-point Damage: Medium Range: Medium Accuracy: Medium Rate of Fire: High Firing Mechanism: Semi-Auto Scope: Red Dot, holographic Magazine Capacity: 8 Cartridges Secondary Ability: Combat Flashlight White LED (86 lumens) Appearance: http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u307/Ki...ress/lydda1.jpg (Just get rid of the scythe and there you go. Drawn: By me ^^) Personality: Morose, Unsocial, Unloving, Ferocious, Brooding History: She remembers nothing before the experiments, only her development that were in the direction of power, after the experiment that created her. In order to face the constant danger of hurt and even of destruction in the new barren lands, her predatory and protective faculties were unduly developed. She became quicker of movement than the other hunter-killers, swifter of foot, craftier, deadlier, more lithe, more lean with iron-like muscle and sinew, more enduring, more cruel, more ferocious, and more intelligent. She had to become all these things else she would of not held her own nor survived the hostile environment in which she found herself. She had also became a adept fighter to survive the harsh beings that lived in the wastelands. She economized. She never wasted her strength, never tussled. She was in to quickly for that, and if she missed, was out again to quickly. The dislike of the inner mind for close quarters was hers to a unusual degree. She could not endure prolong contact or visibility of herself with another body. It smacked of danger. Danger lurked in contacts. Extras: Tendrils = Evil Melee weapon >=3 Who needs knifes? |
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| crazyjavi87 | Jul 8 2007, 04:45 PM Post #18 |
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Shattered Rebirth
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@wood-accepted :P |
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| Rothora | Jul 9 2007, 11:17 AM Post #19 |
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Yay! I get to be the only person outside the city! Lol, by the way, that's a good drawing, Woodblade. I edited this message to get rid of the word like, which didn't really look right in the sentence. |
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| Kitmuri | Jul 9 2007, 04:33 PM Post #20 |
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Name: Kuri Ansut Age: 23 Gender: Female Equipment: Dual Desert Eagles with two full ammo clips and an almost sword-like Dagger, one bladed. Appearance: Ayane Personality: Very fickle, Kuri has been known to abandon allies in Zombie-infested rooms, or fight multiple lickers for one small child. Though she is non-religious, her time at the orphanage gave her respect for religion, and respect for others. She likes to flirt, however perverted men irritate her. History: Born in 2013, Kuri was abandoned by her parents due to the fact they could not take care of her. She was found by a Nun to whom which took her to an orphanage and raised her. In School, she excelled in chemistry and was recruited by the Umbrella Corp. and became one of the brightest young stars, at age 18. She was one of the assistants when the first produced missle was completed. After her guardian was mugged and killed in the street, she grew bitter and more fickle. She began going to ranges and practicing her marksmanship everyday after work. The day the apacolypse completely turned her life upside down was the same day her guardian died, a year earlier. She managed to escape away from the other researchers, burning or taking with her whatever documents she could find that mentioned her name. She narrowly escaped a horde of zombies that piled ontop of her car as she attempted to drive away, gathering ammo and guns from the corpses of the guards. Making it to a refugee camp, she enlisted into the military until documents found with her name clearly stated her as a researcher were found, forcing her to blend in with the other refugee as she did not wish for so much attention. She now lives as a rogue on the outskirts of the city, making due with what the corpses of zombies possess. Extras: Note! Trusting her could get you killed. :ph43r: (Also, promote me from newbie to shaman. ^^) |
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| crazyjavi87 | Jul 9 2007, 05:47 PM Post #21 |
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Shattered Rebirth
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@kit-accepted, and no your not gonna be a shaman in the forum ^-^)b |
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| XXJihadxX | Jul 30 2007, 12:48 PM Post #22 |
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The Inner Struggle
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Name: Caffran Orelian Age: Twenty eight however he looks extremely young for his age, one of those types of people who have to have an ID with them to drink in a bar. Sex: Male Job: Caffran is a former USMC sniper and works for the military. Equipment: Caffran's primary weapon and piece of equipment is his Knight SR-25 sniper rifle. With it Caffran's managed to save plenty of other survivors from afar and he's managed to keep himself alive as well. He's not a particularly extrodinary marksman with it, preferring his M9, however he merits at least above average as his instructor told him. The man's secondary sidearm is his M9. Although he hasn't been forced to use it as much as the SR-25 he always keeps it at a spot where he can quickly draw it and pop a shot off. Sometimes when Caffran is forced into hand to hand combat he can rely heavily upon his steel pipe and combat knife. The latter is usually his last resort weapon the former being his primary "anti-zombie" stick. Excess gear he has includes a flashlight, silencers and laser lights which he keeps handy in a medium sized pack also used for food storage and other items he should need to store. His last impressive piece of equipment is his urban camoflauge suit. It comes with a layer of dragon skin armor including some black carapace plates on the outside. The suit also comes with an advanced HUD unit that displays the wearer's health and comes with night and thermal vision. The suit is quite dusty and has numerous blood stains on it, Caffran has tried to clean it on numerous occasions but some of the stains just won't come out. Personality: Before the T-Virus outbreak, Caffran was perfectly sane, a joker, and a friend. However events slowly shaped him into the person he is today, a madman. He's still kind hearted with good intentions but isolation, loneliness, with a combination of seeing multiple hordes of zombies eating people, have all but twisted him. He's made no real friends, just allies, with the exception of perhaps his sniper rifle and pistol. Yes, he talks to his sniper rifle and pistol calling the latter his "brother" and the former his "baby". He also suffers from a mild case of schrizophenia and it is not surprising to see him talking to statues, inanimate objects, or sometimes just the air in front of him. Overall he is a good person but his mental health is extremely fragile. Appearence: Caffran Orelian except his hair is somewhat shorter then in the picture. History: Caffran was an average student in school in an average family, part of the track and cross country team, with pretty good grades. His childhood went by quickly and after he graduated from high school Caffran joined the marines. His parents did not approve of the action but nontheless did not choose to stop him. In training Caffran merited as an above average sniper and extremely good with a pistol. He was the "funny guy" of the group however he was voted "most likely to die first" by his fellow marines after they completed their training. Eventually he was garrisoned at a fort with some of his friends and lived a pretty good life for awhile, occasionally going out to a nearby city to have fun, and living an overall regular marine life. However it happened. The T-Virus missiles, the outbreak, everything changed. The fort Caffran was stationed at became a haven for survivors and it lasted for awhile but eventually the virus made it into the fort. Soon zombies and lickers were slaughtering marines and civilians alike. Caffran made a choice that night, the one that ensured his survival. He ditched his best friend. Driving off in a military truck Caffran never looked back. Since that day Caffran's tried to redeem himself in his own eyes by saving people from lickers and zombies, giving his excess food to the unfortunate, however he knows that redemption is impossible. Seeing the world in its current state, the lack of any friends, everything has contributed to his current and sorry state. Caffran wanders in the most isolated parts of the city, sulking and suffering or helping the military. [How is this Crazy? AND WHERE IS EVERYONE IN DA RP?!] |
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| Steve128967 | Aug 1 2007, 02:47 AM Post #23 |
Effing Pro!
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Name: Marko Carver. Age: 34. Sex: Yes. (Male xD) Job: US Army Sniper-Major (currently on furlough). Equipment: M82 Barrett rifle named Azrael, almost always on his back when on duty unless he's using it, AMT Longslide named Zeruel, Five-seveN named Iruel, Dragon Skin Mark V Body Suit body armour named Sachiel, night vision goggles. He has a 12-inch combat knife with a razor-sharp edge which he is VERY skilled with, and a Level III kevlar upper body jacket, as well as thick pants with armoured fabric-padding good at turning bites and scratches and blocking bullets, and combat boots, a M40 Field Protective Mask, and a kevlar helmet-hat, and a backpack. Personality: Marko, for the most part, is heavily amoral, cold, callous, and has little regard for human life, only a cold, logical, tactical intelligence. He is ruthless, and some would say insane, but has little qualms about killing anybody unless he knows it is logical and tactically acceptable, and shows little emotion. He is what most people could call entirely soul-less. He is also a particularly superb sniper. Appearance: Since the T-Virus outbreak Marko has almost always worn his full combat gear, but usually doesn't wear the helmet and M40 mask unless he's going into an extremely hazardous area; he has very cold blue eyes and raven black hair, and is a fairly thin and tall man, weighing in at 150 and 6'2". His face is somewhat sharp, hawklike; his nose is curved, somewhat like a wedge, best described as a less blunt "/_" shape, with thin, pale lips and pretty pale flesh. He is Caucasian, and has approximately 8% body fat. History: Marko was born into a fairly wealthy family, but for some reason the year he was born in has been either missing, deleted or omitted from practically the only source he can be found in, that of the military, but it is known he was born on November 1st. He is known to have a lowest grade of a B+ and a 3, and joined the military after 2 years of college. He was promoted to sniper division approximately three months of service, showing to be a disturbingly good shot. He is thought to be the best shot in the entire US military, and surpassed the longest shot ever of 1.6 miles, with a hit of three miles in the head, and after that his records seem to disappear. His full name is also never disclosed, with only his name Marko ever showing up, almost as if the military does not want him to be found. Currently, he was on furlough when the T-Virus broke out. ((Gaunt, I'ma snipe j00. And yeah, where is everyone?)) |
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| Ageofthewolf | Aug 2 2007, 03:02 PM Post #24 |
The bitch..
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Name:Sarah Katherine Murphy Age:24 Sex:Female Job:former bartender turned roamer Equiment:Remington 12 gauge single barrel shotgun 1 slug loaded 5 extra slugs and a knife with a serrated blade Personality:She is shy, quiet and warms up to people quickly. she isnt afraid to get her hands bloody if saves her life she pefers steath over recklessness. she protects her friends with her own life Appearence:http://www.animevisions.net/Pictures/girls/AyaB.jpg (to get to the picture copy nad paste it in the site bar and it should take you to it when you hit go to) History:Born in Corpus Christi, Texas.Her mother and father owned and ran a bar and hey family lived above the bar.she never got into trouble and would walk through the bar helping her mom clean tables.she became the bartender when her dad's legs gave out and it became hard for him to walk.she went to flair contests when she could and won some but never finished lower then 4th her parents died in a train wreck when it derailed and hit another train she blames herself for there deaths since she had sent them on vaction in Austin, Texas.She now roams the city stealing and finding the bare miniuim so she can live for another day trying to avoid other people as she lives her life day to day. |
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| crazyjavi87 | Aug 2 2007, 03:06 PM Post #25 |
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Shattered Rebirth
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@Jihad-Accepted @Steve-Accepted @Age-Errr...Shure, accepted. |
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| Admiral_Dealin | Aug 3 2007, 08:31 PM Post #26 |
Alterity of the World
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Name: Ranas Cidenight Age: 16 Gender: Male Job: Is currently working for the Butcher. Side arm: Pocket Knife. Main weapon: None Non-weapon items: A bag full of herbs and salves, a book on how to mix them, a small container for mixing, a mortar and pestle, a portable dryer, a few bottles, and small containers. Also has a universal remote control, laser light, a few computer chips, and some magnets, wires, and an all-purpose screwdriver stuffed into his bag. He also has a pocket knife in his right pocket, which he seems to be quite proficient with. Personality: A fast-talker that often uses his wits to get himself out of trouble. Is very bright, and often predicting what people will do, and often figures out the reverse effects of a situation, and because of this doesn’t often take risks. He is quite a bit stronger then he looks. Appearance: Black shirt, blue jeans, with a slightly ripped knee on the right leg. 6 feet tall, and 120 Pounds, he is very skinny, and seems very “Boney”. He has dirty blonde hair, and very pale skin. His eye colour seems to change between days, from green to blue and the shades between. As he walks he takes big steps, almost always seeming like running, and he has good endurance. His pockets are always stuffed with things, and he carries a broken watch in his right pocket that is a normal digital watch, but the straps are broken off. He also has a book bag that he always carries with him, in either his hand, or by the strap, on his shoulder. History: Born in Canada, during the year 2020, he was an only child. His Father was a researcher for Umbrella Corp, and his Mother a holistic medicine doctor. At a young age his father taught him College level electronics. He learned how to take apart anything electronic, and either just put it back together, or to reprogram it, which could allow him to manipulate tasks to get them done easily. An example of this would be to reprogram his Universal Remote, which could be reprogrammed to turn on and off lights for example. His mother taught him about alchemy and herbalism. He learned to heal minor injuries and sicknesses, and he learned how to set bones and joints. He also learned how to concoct medicines, but only if he has tools on hand. Soon after, a hunter-killer killed his Father, just after the apocalypse happened. A Hunter-killer also killed his mother, and it is suspected that it is the same one, this happened while he was out getting some bread. When he got back, he quickly gathered up the stuff he would need, and left the house, going for the streets, he lived there for many years. He trained often with his poket knife, incase someone assaulted him, which oddly enough in the many years on the street, noone did. However when he reached 14, he was hired by a butcher, and has lived in the basement there ever since. |
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| WoodBlade | Nov 27 2007, 07:33 PM Post #27 |
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( I plan to cast life 4 on this rp! It will live ~Nod~ Also I made history fast so it may be a bit off) Name: Melynda Knaak Age: Reality: 59 years Age: 21 years Sex: Female Job: Umbrella Task Force Rank: Lance Corporal Equipment: Weapons: Primary: ”FAMAS” Ammo: 5.56mm Ammo per clip: 25 rounds Clips: (At Start of RP) 4 Damage: Medium Range: Medium Accuracy: High (Single) Medium (Three-burst) Low (Auto) Secondary: Katana Other: M-25 Frag Grenade Damage: Medium (RDX stabilized explosive) Range: Medium (Depends on throw) (Can be bounced off walls!) Extra: Contact fused or 2 second delay Haz-mat suit Supplies: Food Water Battery/Tools for armor Appearance: http://i171.photobucket.com/albums/u307/Ki...ess/lolpic2.jpg Personality: Act first and ask questions later. Always willing to fight. Never leave a man behind. History: The outbreak first happened in the Umbrella Hive happened, the corporation sent in a squad of men and women to investigate what had happen. They never reported back, and where reported as KIA. Many hours latter before media could get into their business the corporation sent a research team, well armed duh, to exterminate proof of the outbreak and re-secure the T-Virus. Thats where Melynda came in, she and several others where part of the rear guard of the secret entrance. After the research crew was slaughtered a group of Lickers attacked the rear guard. The rear guard retreated with 45% casualties and in a such a hurry they failed to seal the exit. The outbreak then spread through that hole into Raccoon City. The Corporation, figuring the rear guard was dead or soon to be dead, they sent in no retrieval unit. The rear guard was forced to retreat till oiut of the 13 that escaped only 6 where left. Thats when they found the hidden lab, where inside they had empty prototype cyro chambers for experiments that had failed, in order to keep safe. After sealing the room off, one by one the squad took the chance and sealed themselves inside, leaving one behind to try and get the word out after sealing the room for good. That man managed to die, which help get the word out of cannibalism and savage attacks, which lead to the STARS coming in. After decades of battles and much, Melynda woke, finding the others had lost themselves in deep sleep and could never be awaken. Lucky to be alive and blasting her way out with weapons on her. She found the new world, not what she was inspecting to have the outbreak clean and the world okay, but to find the wasteland the earth had become. Hefting her weapons she left, after giving her comrades a decent burial, so that no beast could make them walk. |
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| crazyjavi87 | Nov 27 2007, 07:49 PM Post #28 |
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Shattered Rebirth
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I'll accept that :P....didn't sound the way I wanted to but oh well |
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| Steve128967 | Nov 30 2007, 10:16 PM Post #29 |
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Effing Pro!
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I didn't find a discussion thread, so: 2 things. What's the exact year and how's the technological level, and might I be a cyborg of some fashion if it's a suitable level for me? >_>; *somewhat deprived of forum at the moment* |
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| Steve128967 | Jan 8 2008, 04:50 PM Post #30 |
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Effing Pro!
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... Crazy? ._. |
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