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This is going to be a post Apoc roleplay for my friends.
Let's get started.
First, the rules.
1: No godmodding.
2: No finding a gun/ammo in every place you go.
3: Don't find a working car everywhere, as most don't work.
4: Don't find stuff your character needs in some common house, it's most likely looted alerady.
5: Don't kill without permission
Next, onto the character sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Faction: (Armed forces or emergency services)
Appearance: (Height, buid, etc.)
Apparel: (Clothing...)
Weapons: (Self explanitory...)
That's pretty much all. |
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Name: Derek Smith
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Faction: US Special Forces
Appearance: Short brown hair, brown eyes, 6'3, fit build, stubble.
Apparel: Black digital camo cap w/ heatset, grey shirt, brown combat gloves, woodland camo pants, black combat boots, woodland camo kevlar, woodland camo knee and elbow pads.
Weapons: M4 Carbine w/ Foregrip, flashlight, sling.
Glock 81 w/ supressor, LAM.
Combat knife. |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
Name: Frederico Rizzo
Age:25
Gender:Male
Faction: Mercenary
Appearance: 6'3, Fit, black hair with a short black beard.
Apparel: Black shirt, Blue Jeans, black shoes.
Weapons: Beretta 9mm pistol, machete |
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Name: Kyle Belmont
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Faction: EMT
Appearance: 5'3", slim, short brown hair
Apparel: Black polo shirt, black pants, black boots.
Weapons: Baretta 9mm pistol, metal bat. |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
I wake up from my nap. "Kyle? Where are you?" |
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can i join plz?
i relly gud rolplayer.
~ sigghned lord malovelunt |
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I look at you. I'm sorting through my backpack. "I'm right here." |
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Actually, on a more serious note, I could validly use the phrase 'u wot mate?'
~ Signed, Lord Malevolent |
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Derek walked along a road, holding his M4 Carbine in a patrol stance. He was passing burnt out cars and dead bodies, but he'd learnt to ignore that. |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
"How much food do we need?" |
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u wot mate?
~ Signed, Lord Malevolent |
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"We're running out... we're going to have to find some soon. We just need to ration for now." She put the supplies back in her backpack and closed it. "We should get moving soon," She said. "I don't know how long this place will hold." |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
"Don't worry. There's none of them around. We're fine."
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"We can only hope. We don't have to move right away. I'd just like to move soon..." She sits next to him. "How did you sleep?" |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
I brush my hand through your hair. "Bad... I had some nightmares." |
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Derek took cover behind a car when he heard voices. He switched his gun off safe, and peered over the bonnet of the car to see who they were. He ducked down when he saw they were a couple of metres away. He didn't see any guns, but they might have had small pistols. |
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"I'm sorry. Hopefully you'll sleep better when we get to a better place." |
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Derek stood his ground, holding his M4 whilst hiding behind the car. |
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go70Join Date: 2010-09-09
Post Count: 266 |
yeash that sukeed |
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But seriously, where is the story? |
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Name:Ian Macintyre
Age:33
Gender:Male
Faction:Police:Special weapons and tactics.
Appearance:6'4,211 LB,Blonde Hair,Grey Eyes,Caucasian.
Apparel:Dark Navy Blue fatigues,Black helmet,Black Balaclava,Goggles,Black gloves,Black elbow pads and knee pads,Black Steeltoe boots,Black vest.
Weapons:MP5,Red dot sight,Silencer,Duct-Taped mags.
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*Weapons:MP5,Red dot sight,Silencer,Duct-taped mags.
Glock 17. |
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This roleplay is dead. Have fun roleplaying by yourself. |
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