We'll build again; apocalypse roleplay(closed)

[Lady Grifter]

"We'll build again. We'll build again, and again, because that's what we do. The world tries again, and again, to wipe us out, but we refuse to give up. We survive. Because that's all we can ever do-that's what makes us human."

It'd started out as a normal day; you were on your way to work, sitting around the table with your family, picking up the kids form school.Living. It started with the explosions, military attempts to destroy what the public didn't know about. But soon came the riots and people, like walking corpses, flooded the streets attacking everyone in sight. Their irises had turned to a milky white and their flesh had begun to rot away as decomposition set in, but they continued to kill, and kill, everything in their path. Half-eaten corpses scattered the asphalt, blood pooling through the streets, but some had managed to survive. A team has banded together, intent on traveling to Alaska after hearing rumors of more survivors awaiting them.
People of all different backgrounds came together in hopes of survival. but how long will they last before they tear one another apart before the zombies even get to them? The infection spreads quickly, taking only eight seconds to take effect. Ports have been closed and towns barricaded. Entire cities have been destroyed, left completely vacant save for dormant zombies. The surviving people have broken into groups and created shelters, while others are set on Alaska, to follow the rumors of a still-functioning military base. They fight with whatever they have, some with guns, others with homemade weapons.

PM for reservations and forms.

[Lady Grifter]

XXXXThe RulesXXXX

Literacy
This is semi-lit, meaning that there is a minimum of two paragraphs(10+ sentences) or 300+ words.
Tess's Rules
Fairly obvious.
Characters
Not everyone has an arsenal of guns, and not everyone is prepared for this. No perfect characters,I will kill them.
Killing
You may kill people's character's without their permission. Those whose character has been kill are allowed to may another as a replacement.
Forms
Do not post on the thread without my permission. PM me your forms.

[Lady Grifter]

XXXXThe TeamXXXX

XXXXThe DoctorXXXX

Regina D. Monroe

Rank: Medic/Gatherer
Qualifications: MD certified
Qualifications: PhD in Botanical sciences
Qualifications: Self-Defense Training
Gender: Female
D.O.B: November 17th
Age: 28
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120 ibs

XXXXThe Navy SealXXXX

Reserved

Rank: Leader
Qualifications:
Qualifications:
Qualifications:
Gender: -
D.O.B:-
Age: -
Height:-
Weight:-

XXXXThe RunawayXXXX

April Jennette Mendez

Rank: Scout
Qualifications: Practiced thief
Qualifications: -
Qualifications: -
Gender: Female
D.O.B: Unknown
Age: 17
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 102ibs

XXXXThe ChefXXXX

Ryan Franco

Rank: Hunter
Qualifications:
Qualifications:
Qualifications:
Gender: Male
D.O.B:December 24th
Age: 27
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown

XXXXThe CriminalXXXX

Phillip J. Brooks

Rank: Marksman
Qualifications: Marksmanship/Firearm training
Qualifications:
Qualifications:
Gender: Male
D.O.B:Unknown
Age: 23
Height:6'2''
Weight:212ibs

XXXXThe TeacherXXXX

Name

Rank: Scout
Qualifications: -
Qualifications: -
Qualifications: -
Gender: -
D.O.B:-
Age: -
Height:-
Weight:-

XXXXThe HobbyistXXXX

Michael Hale

Rank: Marksman
Qualifications: Expert marksman
Qualifications: Former Military
Qualifications:
Gender: Male
D.O.B:September 7th
Age: 36
Height:6'3''
Weight:224ibs

XXXXThe Police OfficerXXXX

Jackson Scarlett

Rank: Second in Command
Qualifications: Trained Police Officer with the NYPD
Qualifications: Basic certification in first aid
Qualifications: Extended training in the following;
pistol, rifle, shotgun and nightstick
Qualifications: Correspondance diploma in criminology
Gender: Male
D.O.B:September 27th
Age: 29
Height:5'10''
Weight:172ibs

Relationships;
Pre-written:
The Doctor and Navy Seal constantly antagonize one another.
The Runaway has feelings for the teacher.
The Police Officer doesn't trust the Runaway or the Criminal.

XXXXThe ArsenalXXXX

Current weapons:

[Lady Grifter]

XXXXGeneral InformationXXXX

Regina D. Monroe

Rank: Medic
Qualifications: MD certified
Qualifications: PhD in Botanical sciences
Qualifications: Self-Defense Training
Gender: Female
D.O.B: November 17th
Age: 28
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 120ibs

Brief History; Born of Stephanie and Viktor Monroe in Upper West Side New York, Regina is the eldest of four children and fraternal twin to Luther Stone. Although previous engaged to a woman by the name of Anna Walton, she is unmarried and without desire for children.
Raised by her grandfather, Byron, Regina attended NYC on an academic scholarship when she was sixteen in advanced placement, majoring in Medical practice and minoring in Botany. She studied pressure points and Brazilian Jiujitsu just after completing her bachelor's in Medical Practice alongside her brother, Luther. From birth, the twins had been inseparable; Luther being one of the very few she chose to, pleasantly, socialize with in her youth. When she was twenty, she met a young woman by the name of Anna Watkins. Within the next two years they were engaged, but Regina broke it off for unknown reasons, shortly after her brother's death. By twenty-seven, she received her Doctorate. Aside from extensive, and occasionally unpractical, knowledge in the medical field, Regina's skills include botany, and training in both pressure-points and Brazilian Jiu jitsu.

Personality;Regina is quite a bit of an introvert. This being said, most social interactions make her uncomfortable; though she'll deny it until the end. Indifferent to most people, it takes a lot to upset her, but very little to anger her. Short-tempered and sharp-tongued, she cares very little about sugar-coating her words and rarely backs down from a fight, verbal or physical. A passionate botanist, her brother would often tease her that she "loved plants more than people"; she never bothered to deny it. Where other children wanted a puppy or a kitten, Regina wanted a Venus flytrap. And a flytrap she got, and keeps to this day, known fondly as "Lavinia".
She believes that respect is earned and doesn't trust easily. Observant and intelligent, Regina's attention is constantly flitting from subject to subject, making it hard to stay in one place for very long. Over time, this has gotten better as she learned to vent it through the discipline of jiujitsu, but keeping her attention is still quite a feat to accomplish. Never one for physical contact, Regina doesn't react very well to unwarranted contact of any kind and likes her personal space. Despite the cold and calculating front she puts on for the world, Regina can actually make quite pleasant company when her trust is earned.

Description;Born with a dancer's build, Regina is tall and slender at five feet and nine inches. Storm-grey eyes, fueled by a short temper, are paired with creamy ivory skin. A heart-shaped face gives way to prominent cheekbones and full lips, leaving her to be reasonably attractive. Long dark hair, a dark hue flirting with ebony, tumbles down just below her shoulders in thick waves, but is most often tied back in a tight ponytail. A tattoo of a sideways ankh with her brother, Luther's, name across it stains her wrist, while twin sparrows, representing her brothers, Mathew and Vincent, decorate either side of her pelvis. Regina often dresses in form-fitting clothing that moves easily with her body in a dark palette of blacks, greens, blues and greys. The only jewelry she wears a sharp of amethyst around her neck on a silver chain that's been in her family for centuries.

[Apocalyptic_Punk]

Name: Given name is Phillip J. Brooks, but pretty much everyone calls me Punk.
Age: 23
Who are you: According to the world at large I am A Criminal
Description:You want to know what I look like, well you must be pretty dang blind. But, fine if you inisist, I'm about 6'2, and weigh somewhere around 211 pounds. I'm not over big on muscle, but I'm not fat either I'm lean if you must. My hair is an ashy brown if that makes sense, and I causally keep it cut short so its manageable. My face is scruffy with facial hair, as I've not really had the time to shave as of late now have I? I guess I should tell you that I have green eyes, but that's not really important, moving on I have a crap ton of tattoos covering both arms and hands, a massive piece that covers my chest, a few on my shoulders and 3 on my legs. I am usually seen wearing jean's t-shirts and hooded sweatshirts. I never go anywhere with out my cubs hat, its important to me get over it.

Personality: To be 100% honest I'm not really a bad guy per say, but I can be a jerk when the right time calls for it. I'm more of a lovable jerk, I'm a good guy at heart but I put a hard veneer on pretty much everything I do. I don't let people right into my inner circle but I do what I must when I must. My tongue is as about as fast as my wit, and I'll lash out with rabid fire rather mean sounding stuff, especially when people piss me off. But, once you get past the cocky self assured front I put out for the world at large you come to see that, I'm actually a pretty good guy, I'm protective of those closest to me, and will probably risk myself in foolish ways to protect them. Though just a fair warning I do have a temper and if you find ways to push just the right buttons I will most likely rip you a new one for it. My Anger issues are a bit part of why I landed in jail.
History:Oh boy, now were getting into the dip hard hitting stuff huh? Born and raised in the west side of Chicago, I didn't have the greatest of parents, I was the surprise kid nobody wanted, born 15 years after my older brother my mom pretty much ignored me and dad used me as his personal punching bag. But, I don't dwell on that, I got into some bad stuff in my early teens and landed in Juvie a few times. I hit my 18th birthday and left my folks behind, and hit the streets doing the best I could for myself. Life wasn't easy but I took well enough care of myself, got picked up when I was 22 for possession of a firearm, the judge decided to make an example of me and I landed in jail. Now, I'm not saying carrying the weapon was a GOOD idea, but jeeze did he have to put me in jail for it. Oh well, guess my past on that one comes to haunt me. The Z-poc started a riot broke out in the prison and I made good my escape and here we are.

Name:April Jennette Mendez but anyone who wants to keep their teeth calls me AJ.
Age:If you must know I'm 17 years of age.
Who are you:I'm the runaway sense you insist on knowing.
Description:I'm a tiny thing but don't let that fool you, I'm 5'2, and probably weigh no more then 109 pounds, but who knows for sure. My skin is a natural light mocha tan, from my Indian and Mexican heritage. I have deep dark brown eyes and jet black hair that falls to the middle of my shoulders in waves and curls. Despite my small stature I am lean and lightly muscled. I could probably stand to gain a few pounds, but I'm not going to worry about that now. I have no tattoos, but my ears are pierced, I always wear a black widow necklace, that my father gave me before he passed away. In general I wear jean's T-shirts and a leather jacket that I stole from a store before everything went to hell. I wear my Knee high chuck Taylors everywhere I go.

Personality:I've had people call me crazy, but I'm not or at least I think I'm not and my opinion is really all that matters. If you don't like my opinion too bad for you, I come off as cold and cruel to those who don't know me, but its a protective gesture to keep myself safe from those who may try to hurt me. I've been hurt one to many times by those who were supposed to care about me. I'm a very self possessed self assured girl or that's how I present myself to the world. It makes everyone think I'm a confident girl when in truth, I'm scared and damaged. Beneath the facade I put on for the world at large, I'm scare of being abandoned, and will push people away to keep myself. But those who take the time to get to know me, soon discover I am a sweet gentle girl with a very shy and quite personality. So I guess you can say I'm very two faced.
History:I was born to a very poor family in New Jersey, my family moved from hotel to hotel most of my child, sometimes even living out of our car. My Dad passed away when I was 13 years old leaving me with just my mom and older brothers. Life got harder still when my mom began hanging with her new boyfriend who showed me way to much interest. After an incident I tried telling my mom but she didn't listen so I ran away. Yes I've stolen things but all to survive over the 2 years I've been on my own sense running away. I've stolen food and clothes just to keep myself safe and warm. I was doing pretty okay for myself until the Z-poc started and now here I am.

[Dr.Holmes]

"What should I call you?"
Ryan Franco.::"The name I was born with is Ryan Franco,not that I changed it."

"Hope you don't mind,but how old are you?"
27.::"I'm 27 years old. Born December 24 on a snowy say in Spain ."

"I'm kind of loosing my eye sight, what...sorry, gender are you"
Male.::"Sorry about your eyes, but I don't care. Its' still quite rude...I'm a male if you didn't know."

"Whats' your family life?"
Dead and Gone.::"Oh my family is dead.I'm with entrust worthy people at the moment...I'll update it when my life gets better or I'm dead."

"My Love life"
Nothing.::"My love life?! How can you think about love at a time like this? Well, you want to know? I got married when I was 25 years old to my now dead wife.We were expecting are first child a month before the apocalypse and well, I hope you know how it feels when you have to stab your wife in her head so, she didn't kill you. So, ya my love life is dead!

"Your personality?"
Reserved,easy angered,negative,but understanding.::Ryan is a calm and reserved person when you first meet him walking behind the group with keen cold eyes. He goes over logic and proven facts than guessing and is quiet negative when it comes to looking into a good plan but, because of it he's always on guard and knows where exits are everywhere.His anger only comes out when people talk about his family or why he is cold often snapping and not caring what other people do as long as he taught them lesson. He is quite understanding when it comes to people being in emotional pain and will try to comfort them though most of the time awkwardly.

The day I lost my wife and child was the day I realized how much really needed them...I guess the truth about never knowing what you have into its' gone is as true as death...or zombies.

[Dark.]

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Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:

Jackson was born in Central New Jersey, however he moved to Manhatten, NYC, when he was only five. He was born on September 27th, the only child of George and Madison Scarlett. George Scarlett was a judge for the Supreme Court of the State of New York within the city (later he worked up the ranks to sit at the New York Court of Appeals). His wage was enough to earn a substatial living for the three of them; and to see that, through his childhood, Jackson never was left wanting.

Upon graduation from high school, Jack's results were adequate, though not exemplary. However, due to some connections his father made, Jack was enrolled within the New York University School of Law; with the hopes of becoming a lawyer or a judge like his father. He lasted two semesters before his grades slipped due to his social life. In the end, he was kicked out of the University; much to the dismay of his father.

The Police Officer

Name: - Jackson Scarlett
Rank: Second in Command

Qualifications:
• Trained Police Officer with the NYPD
(rank of lieutenant)
• Basic certification in first aid
• Extended training in the following;
pistol, rifle, shotgun and nightstick
• Correspondance diploma in criminology

Gender: - Male
D.O.B:- September 27th
Age: - 29
Height:- 5'10''
Weight:- 172lbs

At this point, at aged 19, Jack found himself at a loss with what to do. His father had dreamt that his son would follow in his footsteps; and now, because Jack had wasted his chance, his father refused to speak to him. Jack spent six months partying; waking up in random apartments and drinking himself into a stupor. It wasn't until his father sat him down and told him that if he didn't get a grip on his life; he would be disinherited.

It was a completely random encounter that caused Jack's interest in the NYPD. He was in a bank, paying in some money, when a group of armed robbers broke in. They were organised and intelligent; not the usual 2-bit chumps. Jack, just like the rest of the civilians, was soon kneeling on the floor with his hands on his head. They were hauled up in the bank for three hours, with the NYPD surrounding the bank. The robbers shot one man (who was later pronounced DOA at the hospital). The men were arrested when the police finally stormed the bank. Jack hated the feeling of helplessness, and signed up to the police force the next day.

He passed the final examination with flying colours. He had always been physically fit, and it seemed like he had finally found his true calling. Jack slipped right into the NYPD, quickly adding cases under his belt. Through the police he participated in many group training activities; such as mixed marshal arts and marksmanship.

It took a few years, but Jack managed to work his way up from Officer, then to Sergeant and, finally, to Lieutenant. As a lieutenant, he started off managing a small team of narcotics detectives; however he was switched to leading a small homocide team after showing promise in a crossover investigation into a Brooklyn-based drug smuggling operation. He was training in preparation for his Captain's exam when the apocalypse struck.

Personality:
Jackson tends to be the type of person to initiate events, (with the exception of matters of the heart) and has the potential to be a very good leader. He has a strong personality with monochromatic opinions, and his often dogmatic approach can be misconstrued as nïevity, or, more commonly, arrogance. He is highly-focused, though lacks the self-discipline of someone in the military; because of that, he prefers to set specific goals that are easily obtainable. At times, particularly in difficult situations, he will express out-of-the-box thinking, that is intuitive and, more often than not, effective. Jack will implement any idea he comes up with with efficiency and determination. He is quite courageous; though at times, he tends to walk the fine line between courage and blatant stupidity. Jackson is naturally quite suspicious and speaks his mind; making no attempt to hide his feelings if he does not like them - subtlety is a word missing from his vocabulary. His three main pitfalls are his stubbornness, his pride and his impatience; though each are nothing when compared with his loyalty, ambition and caring nature.

Appearance:
Jackson stands at a muscular 5'10". He is not a tall man, though (most occasions) he does not let it bother him too much. In fact, he finds his height has helped him become much more stealthy and speedy than someone more cumbersome. His skin is a natural light tan colour, due to some Hispanic mixed into his heritage. His hands are large, with callous palms. His left hand has an ugly scar in the centre of the palm, that continues on the back of his hand. It was aquired on a drugs raid, in which he was stabbed through the hand with a switchblade. The scar sometimes gives him grief still, by ceasing up; because of this, he much prefers using one-handed weapons in his right hand.
His face has a certain rugged aspect to it, his jawline itself is rarely cleanshaven. His brown hair is chopped and usually, heavily tousled. By far, his most captivating attribute is his eyes. They are a dark hazel, almost black in colour; and are always humourous and lively. He shows most of his emotion through his eyes, and even when he has a poker-faced expression; his eyes will never lie.


faceclaim: - michael raymond-james
character (c): - me (Dark.)

[Quoth the Raven]

XXXXThe HobbyistXXXX

Michael Hale
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Dob: September 7th

Michael is fairly high strung and particular about his things. He was the first to prepare for such an apocalypse and intends on being the last to die. He likes to think of himself as a leader and is the first to jump up and try to take charge in a situation. Always ready for a fight, he's armed to the teeth with weapons and rarely knows when to back down. Fairly partial to liqueur, Michael always carries a flask of whiskey on him. Although blunt and aggressive, her can actually be a very sweet and caring man beneath his paranoia.

Michael Hale was born in Dallas, Texas, and was raised by his mother and father in a tiny apartment. Fairly introverted in school, he never really had many friends until his service in the marine corps. After serving for nearly a decade as a marine, he moved to New York to join the police force. Alas, he was rejected. This caused him to become even more isolated as he began to use collecting guns as an outlet. He began to study news stories and research his branch, looking for anything to hint at their next biggest project. This was when he learnt of the virus. He tried to tell anyone who'd listen, but everyone assumed he was crazy. Imagine his satisfaction as the world tumbles down around him.

Michael is intimidatingly tall at 6'3'' with an athlete's build and creamy mocha-colored skin. He has a long jagged scar across his left eye and short black tufts of hair at the sides of his head. He weighs about 224ibs and can easily take a punch.

[acacia.]

[ W a d e V e g a ]

[Lady Grifter]

(We have all but one, so I think I've made you guys wait long enough to start. I have a friend who's going to take the teacher soon, but she's still working out the coding and is fine with us going ahead.)
Disclaimer: I'm cheating and just for this part, the zombies' effects don't take for about eight minutes because First Responders are, although fantastic, slow as hell when it comes to Emergencies because their plates are almost always full.
Only at this time, and this time only, will the effects take that long. *Cue the plotholes*

Base setting:(Simply because it'd be easier to start here)
Just moments into the start of the apocalypse, the characters find themselves at the St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital center on 59th for varying reasons. The first of many have been bitten and brought to the hospital displaying rabies-like symptoms.

Flanked by a pair of nurses, Regina Monroe rushed down the hall scanning over the medical report handed to her. In the past hour about a dozen bite victims had been taken into her hospital, all showing violent symptoms of rabies. "Give him another dose of Haldol," she waved away a frantic EMT turning to speak to a nurse when a man was hurled down the hall, barely missing her as she tumbled to the ground in a heap. She stiffened, startled, immediately holding out an arm behind her to silent a screaming residential student. The man crumpled on the floor began to twitch and snarling began to fill the quiet building as a pack of ten-creatures, she supposed would be the best description, hurled themselves toward the small group of people, grabbing whoever they could. Regina acted quickly, elbowing the creature in the chest and grabbing the forearm of a young intern. "Run," she growled, darting down the aisle with the girl in tow, slamming open the doors to the stairwell and pushing her in. With a grunt, she shoved the door closed, holding it against the pack of creature that slammed into it. Struggling to hold it closed, she spared a glance at the young girl, briefly checking her over to see if she was hurt. "Take the stairs down to the lobby and use the back door. Don't stop until you find help," she ordered, bracing herself against the door as the intern frantically padded down the stairs, her footsteps echoing off of the walls as she went.

The tall brunette began to struggle to hold the door shut, eyes darting around the small room for something to use as a barricade. Letting out growl of frustration, she cursed under her breath, quirking a brow as a man dashed down the stairs, nearly pummeling into her. "Who the hell are you?" She frowned, not recognizing the stranger before a growl through the glass window brought her attention back tot he task at hand. "Help me hold the door," the doctor ordered shoving her back against the door as it began to open.