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furry games and gaming discussions => furry role-playing => Topic started by: ColonelMustang on April 13, 2014, 07:35:23 pm
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Sleepwalkers, at least that's what we called them. Your normal everyday furs fathers, mothers, brothers, friends, neighbors, and coworkers. Any of them could be a Sleepwalker and you wouldn't know it until it's to late. After comms to the rest of the world were destroyed the white coats that work for the government finally spoke up about them. It was over the air waves, years ago and i haven't forgotten a word since.
Emergency broadcast Frequency: We report to you on this dismal afternoon about the event's that have currently been unfolding over the past 21 days...These Sleepwalkers have been apart of our society for a few generations, never have they acted so violent or unpredictable before. Something has awoken them, something is controlling them....We don't know what that something is, but what we do know is the majority of them seem to be heading to the Hoover Damn. Unfortunately that's all we will know, we don't have the military power to go after them. They've taken out Air Force One. The following military installations have fallen...Fort Bragg, Rock Island, NS Portsmouth, and Fort Leavenworth. Communications with other bases has been cut off and these installations are assumed to be destroyed...There will be no cavalry coming, no rescue from this hell.... Stay inside with your loved ones. God Bless America...
After that little radio message nothing ever came over on that comm frequency again. I've managed to pick up a few weak broadcasts and over the past years, got together a little ragtag crew. We've survived for now, but we are done surviving, living in constant fear that you might turn and become one of them is no way to live. So, we are taking to fight to them, but this is not our tale of heroics, this is not our tale or slaying the great dragon, this is not a tale of great knights defending the realm because we are not great knights and we are not heroes, we are everyday furs who are done running. Is this ever going to end? Are we even going to make a difference? I don't know...i can't tell you if a band of misfits will save the world, because our story isn't over yet.
13 April: They've found us...
Sleepwalkers is a Sci-Fi/survival rp set in the year 1957
Character Card
Name:
Species:
Age: (no younger than 20, no older than 55)
Appearance:
Clothing:(keep it time era appropriate)
Weapons:(remember time era, no firepower more than a pistol to start with)
Personality:
Back story:(no ex military, i will allow cops and cia, but no swat. and not everybody gets to be a cop :p )
(Note your back story will play into the rp, and please remember to stick with your personalities and back stories. A person with no exposure to violence isn't going to keep their calm and act the same way a person somewhat accustomed to it would. And as always if you have any questions feel free to PM me :) )
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Name: Val Fairchild
Species: Warg
Age: 20
Appearance: 6'2" 163lb. Has dark brown fur and stormy blue eyes. He has a scar above his right eye on his forehead.
Clothing: Wears a black slim fit turtleneck sweater, cream coloured khakis and black loafers.
Weapons: Carries a Makarov and nightstick
Personality: Cold and calculating, he doesn't like to rush headlong into things without mentally going over every possible scenario. He isn't very trust of most anybody, but if you prove you deserve his trust he won't hesitate to give it to you. Has a habit of reading people and telling them what they want to hear in words he wants them to hear.
Back story: Was born in Salt Lake City, Utah to an upper-middle class family. Was a fairly remarkable student, while not excelling in math his specialty lay else where in philosophy and psychology as he and his parents were soon to find out in his senior year of highschool. He managed to dodge the draft being an only child which gave him the opportunity to head straight to college where he majored in Psychology with a minor in philosophy. He remembers being in class, about to be heading home for summer when the Sleepwalkers went berserk. He and his best-friend managed to escape from the classroom, but were ambushed by a two Sleepwalkers. Val made it a hundred feet before he realized what had happened, panicked he ran back to his friend, but it was too late. He was already taking his final breaths when Val got there, with the Sleepwalkers no where in sight. Val blames himself for the death of his friend and has frequent nightmares as a result.
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Placeholder, 'll be back in an hour or so.
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Placeholder. Probably gonna get a card up real soon. I see real opportunity here.
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Name: Jacey
Gender: Female
Species: Bat
Age: 24
Appearance: Light tan fur coat. Tomboy short hair (dark brown). Large white tuft of fur on the center of her chest which spreads to her shoulders. Emerald green eyes. Purple "tribal" style birthmarks on right shoulder.
Clothing: White tanktop but has multiple oil stains. Green cargo pants and black tennis shoes. Black tinted goggles.
Weapons: Colt Python, long reach spanner.
Personality: Very care free, but can become very serious given the correct situation. Has a bit of a narcissistic personality. Overall loves to joke around and make witty comments about those she knows.
Backstory: Being one of the few female mechanics rather than a house wife, she was looked at in a strange way by society (and her haircut didn't help either). She shrugs these people off and shows she doesn't care, going against the social norm subconsciously.
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Name: Leon Augis, "Scrappy"
Species: Ferret (Skiim)
Age: 21; he's got a whole life in front of him. It's up to you knuckleheads how much you'll screw it up.
Appearance: Scrawny and scruffy; he looks underfed, and like he hasn't washed in weeks. Of course, that was before all this crap happened, now it's even worse. Steel grey fur with standard black markings, including the mask. 5 ft. 4. with lime green eyes. If you give him a magic potato he can shoot lasers out of those pretty little eyes too!
Clothing: This (http://www.thehistorybunker.co.uk/acatalog/tommyuniform300.jpg) (without the hat), and a backpack. All of it is ragged and torn up. His bowie knife is in a sheath on his hip. I thought about giving him a disco-ball football helmet, but for the sake of being cliched, i scrapped it (get it, scrapped it? Bwahahah!!)
Weapons: Mauser "Red Nine" with three stripper clips, but only four bullets total. He also has his father's bowie knife, which has gutted many many soldiers when it was on the front line. Oh yeah, and he also knows 7 different martial arts, and has a flamethrower grafted onto his wrist and a pet dragon and can make people explode into confetti with a snap of his fingers. There, now try and tell me he's not boring! 3:<
Personality: The risk taking type. He won't hesitate to get into the thick of the fight. Outside of combat, he is rebellious and disregarding of authority. If you get to know him, though, he's a good friend, and extremely loyal. I think it's worth mentioning that if you say the word mattress, he puts a bag over his head. I hope you have a tea chest handy.
Backstory: Leon's mother passed away before he could remember, and a good deal of his life was spent ether alone in the woods, or rummaging around towns for food and valuables, which is to say, he was occasional an opportunistic thief. His father was a WWI vet (loopholes FTW), and returned home from the war with Shell Shock. About a year before things really got out of control, he went missing, and left a note and a key for Leon. If you want more, get up off your lazy bum and ask him, what do i look like an information kiosk?
Other: He's left handed, not that any of you guys give a carp. Yeah, i said that exactly how i meant it you crabby little urchins!
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Name:he goes by the nickname "frisk"
Species:raccoon
Age: 20
Appearance:he's scruffy and thin, not very big, he's pretty small for his age, there is an odd depth to his eyes, which are green.
Clothing:ripped straight jacket, some dress pants, a pair of sneakers
Weapons:steel bench press bar
Personality:mentally insane, i'm modeling him after krieg from borderlands
Back story:if you can find his case file....doubtful with all the paperwork destroyed...you would find that he was admitted to Dorthea Dix maximum Asylum for the slaughter of his entire family, when the takeover started the riots took over the institution and it fell (picture a situation like outlast but less broken down and less hostile) he is free to come and go with the defenses broken down, but he chooses to stay, the more hostile have left, but he and many others stay.
(he was still big in the news when he slaughtered his family, so people might know where he is...pretty doubtful he'll leave...i was hoping a few other characters would "Find" him
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and has a flamethrower grafted onto his wrist and a pet dragon and can make people explode into confetti with a snap of his fingers. There, now try and tell (loopholes FTW),
Yeah just try and loophole a dragon and wrist flamethrower. :p
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and has a flamethrower grafted onto his wrist and a pet dragon and can make people explode into confetti with a snap of his fingers. There, now try and tell (loopholes FTW),
Yeah just try and loophole a dragon and wrist flamethrower. :p
huh?
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sorry quoting Tren, but i guess it didn't want to display whom i was quoting.
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Finished with my card now.
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i could allow a four inch colt seeing as those were more readily available for personal use than the 6 inch as they were more police issue (both sizes were police issue, but the 4 in was more readily available to your average citizen)
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That's fine.
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Alright your golden Wise.
Wht it might be a while before anybody "finds" him there will be a decent amount of travel, but it will be slow going at first, if you want him to say, be wandering around outside to speed up the process of us finding him that would be fine.
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he doesn't go out much...but I could try giving him a reason, he would never really wander far though
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People need to eat and need supplies, with society shutdown obviously everyday necessities would stop being produced, causing one to have to venture out to find a replacement or alternate source.
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true, but hospitals usually stock up on food...and he hunts on the hospital grounds
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Am i approved or not? Or could i just approve myself through my AGM status?
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true, but hospitals usually stock up on food...and he hunts on the hospital grounds
They stock up on frozen easily preserved foods, electricity goes out food spoils.
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Name: Leon Augis, "Scrappy"
Species: Ferret (Skiim)
Age: 21; he's got a whole life in front of him. It's up to you knuckleheads how much you'll screw it up.
Appearance: Scrawny and scruffy; he looks underfed, and like he hasn't washed in weeks. Of course, that was before all this crap happened, now it's even worse. Steel grey fur with standard black markings, including the mask. 5 ft. 4. with lime green eyes. If you give him a magic potato he can shoot lasers out of those pretty little eyes too!
Clothing: This (http://www.thehistorybunker.co.uk/acatalog/tommyuniform300.jpg) (without the hat), and a backpack. All of it is ragged and torn up. His bowie knife is in a sheath on his hip. I thought about giving him a disco-ball football helmet, but for the sake of being cliched, i scrapped it (get it, scrapped it? Bwahahah!!)
Weapons: Mauser "Red Nine" with three stripper clips, but only four bullets total. He also has his father's bowie knife, which has gutted many many soldiers when it was on the front line. Oh yeah, and he also knows 7 different martial arts, and has a flamethrower grafted onto his wrist and a pet dragon and can make people explode into confetti with a snap of his fingers. There, now try and tell me he's not boring! 3:<
Personality: The risk taking type. He won't hesitate to get into the thick of the fight. Outside of combat, he is rebellious and disregarding of authority. If you get to know him, though, he's a good friend, and extremely loyal. I think it's worth mentioning that if you say the word mattress, he puts a bag over his head. I hope you have a tea chest handy.
Backstory: Leon's mother passed away before he could remember, and a good deal of his life was spent ether alone in the woods, or rummaging around towns for food and valuables, which is to say, he was occasional an opportunistic thief. His father was a WWI vet (loopholes FTW), and returned home from the war with Shell Shock. About a year before things really got out of control, he went missing, and left a note and a key for Leon. If you want more, get up off your lazy bum and ask him, what do i look like an information kiosk?
Other: He's left handed, not that any of you guys give a carp. Yeah, i said that exactly how i meant it you crabby little urchins!
Mauser red 9's were not used by Americans, wrist mounted flamethrowers are not a real invention during this time period, dragons aren't real, it is impossible to know 7 different martial arts and be proficient at that age, and people don't shoot lasers out 0f their eyes.... So no...no it's not cleared :P :P :P
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Could i get in on this rp?
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Oh yes, feel free to set up a card :)
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Name: Lizzeth Acuna
Species: Tyto Owl
Age: 23
Appearance: White base feather with dark brown and honey details. Simple black hair kept back in a fishtail braid. Brown eyes.
Clothing: Black and white gingham sleeveless shirt under an unbuttoned policeman's shirt with dark jeans and her brother's old bomber jacket.
Weapons: M1911 and a large kitchen knife.
Personality: Clever and smart but a bit untrusting and panicky when it comes to new people.
Backstory: Grew up in a fairly unremarkable household, the second-born and only girl of five children. At the young age of fifteen she lost her three younger brothers in a hit and run caused by fleeing gang members, her mother was also physically disabled by the accident. Two things changed in her since then...the bond between her and her older and only remaining brother Jeordie, and her choice in where to go with her life. It wasn't exactly easy but at 21, she became possibly her hometown's first patrolwoman. When the Sleepwalker event began to occur, she returned home that day to find her parents dead in one another's arms and a note from Jeordie. Determined to find him, she grabbed his bomber jacket, her M1911, mom's kitchen knife, the family photo and never looked back...
(In case you wanted to know Sea, she's only a rookie cop.)
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Name: Leon Augis, "Scrappy"
Species: Ferret (Skiim)
Age: 21; he's got a whole life in front of him. It's up to you knuckleheads how much you'll screw it up.
Appearance: Scrawny and scruffy; he looks underfed, and like he hasn't washed in weeks. Of course, that was before all this crap happened, now it's even worse. Steel grey fur with standard black markings, including the mask. 5 ft. 4. with lime green eyes. If you give him a magic potato he can shoot lasers out of those pretty little eyes too!
Clothing: This (http://www.thehistorybunker.co.uk/acatalog/tommyuniform300.jpg) (without the hat), and a backpack. All of it is ragged and torn up. His bowie knife is in a sheath on his hip. I thought about giving him a disco-ball football helmet, but for the sake of being cliched, i scrapped it (get it, scrapped it? Bwahahah!!)
Weapons: Mauser "Red Nine" with three stripper clips, but only four bullets total. He also has his father's bowie knife, which has gutted many many soldiers when it was on the front line. Oh yeah, and he also knows 7 different martial arts, and has a flamethrower grafted onto his wrist and a pet dragon and can make people explode into confetti with a snap of his fingers. There, now try and tell me he's not boring! 3:<
Personality: The risk taking type. He won't hesitate to get into the thick of the fight. Outside of combat, he is rebellious and disregarding of authority. If you get to know him, though, he's a good friend, and extremely loyal. I think it's worth mentioning that if you say the word mattress, he puts a bag over his head. I hope you have a tea chest handy.
Backstory: Leon's mother passed away before he could remember, and a good deal of his life was spent ether alone in the woods, or rummaging around towns for food and valuables, which is to say, he was occasional an opportunistic thief. His father was a WWI vet (loopholes FTW), and returned home from the war with Shell Shock. About a year before things really got out of control, he went missing, and left a note and a key for Leon. If you want more, get up off your lazy bum and ask him, what do i look like an information kiosk?
Other: He's left handed, not that any of you guys give a carp. Yeah, i said that exactly how i meant it you crabby little urchins!
Mauser red 9's were not used by Americans, wrist mounted flamethrowers are not a real invention during this time period, dragons aren't real, it is impossible to know 7 different martial arts and be proficient at that age, and people don't shoot lasers out 0f their eyes.... So no...no it's not cleared :P :P :P
I expected better of you, friend; i can tell that you can't find the line. Do you actually think i mean all of what i said, hmm? Think about that for a little while. :P
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Yosh, your golden as well.
Tren can you see that i dug under the line only to mess with your line of liness? Of course your fine :P
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You fool, could you not tell that my response to your response was only a ruse? Of course i knew that you were trying to trick me! :D
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Bwhaha. Fool of a Took!
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Bwhaha yesh! Notice to all this should be up around tomorrow.
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Don't intro me; i'll join when i'm ready, and right now i have to get to work on the "Zombie Outbreak" RP.
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Yeah you do :p
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Can barely wait.
On a side note Tren, you and me both seem to be working on Zombie RPs at the moment.
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Name: Szin Vigma
Species: Wolf
Age: 25
Appearance: Szin has white fur with a singular black spot on his forehead his eyes are a golden brown.
Clothing: Szin is found in obviously commandeered army drab.
Personality: Szin is a very kind and loving wolf who would go above and beyond for his friends. However, if you look into his eyes you can tell that this kind hearted soul has endured things that would drive even the most callused of army generals mad. And this becomes apparent when you mess with his friends as he unleashes his fury.
Back story: Szin was born august 21, 1932. He was born with an abnormal growth in his brain that caused him to be mentally impaired. This handicap gave Szin a grueling childhood, what little he had of it anyway, the older kids at school would call him names and pick on him but one day everything changed.10 year old Szin was out by the swings lost in his own little world when the big kids decided they were going to have a little fun. One of then took their cigaret lighter and got it really hot then presses the metal to Szins ear "Ow! Thats not nice! meanie!" Exclaimed Szin. The older kid punched Szin in the face " Oh! What are you gonna do about it, stupid? Szin lay there with a burnt ear and a fractured jaw. He wondered why the big kids hurt him, why they always called him names, why he was the way he was. And then something snapped inside Szin. He got up while the big kids had there backs turned and tackled the one who hit him. Szin quickly jumped on top of the kid pinning him to the ground after which Szin let out a blood curdling howl. The howl seamed to affect the sleepwalker children some how as they began to gather around him. What happened next was covered up by the government as nothing more than a wild animal attack. Szin and all the sw children were taken into military custody and sent to a secret test facility where the years of horror and torment began.
Weapons: his hands and his howl.
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Well everybody is golden. :)
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Alrighty I'm working on the intro Tren just pm me when you're ready to join, and Wht depending on how far we get tonight we may be able to intro you tonight or tomorrow.