StarienJoin Date: 2012-03-04
Post Count: 153 |
CS:
Name: Nix Kalashnik
Age: 28
Appearance (no clothing): Nix has chin length black hair with the tips dyed white. She is 5’8 with a slim figure, as if she worked out. Four feathers in a circle tattooed on her neck.
Occupation: Centurion Private Military Contractor (PMC)
Biography (highly essential): Nix was born July 17 1985. During her childhood she was bullied because of her poverty and her mothers notorious reputation of a “private entertainer.” After being eventually shunned by her classmates only to go home to no food, a “working” mother and drunk father. After 18 years of this she joined the armed forces.
During her time in the armed forces she learned about confidence and faced some of her childhood problems, but many remained hidden. She worked harder than everyone else during basic training knowing if she failed, there was nothing to go home to. She passed with flying colors and was later recruited to train as a marksmen. After being deployed on her 14th mission in a Humvee, the convoy was ambushed and the rebels killed all but her after she played dead.
Two days later she was found and offered discharge. She accepted and suffered heavy PTSD. After that she joined a PMC as a urban guard armed with a pistol she could barely fire and two dirks. She was tattooed with four red feathers to represent how many friends she lost that day. She cut her hair, pierced herself and always wore a black and white scarf to remind herself that she was a new person. She lives in a nearly run down condo in Grancint Province.
Anything Else: (sorry the bio is so long. And yes the scarf is essential)
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StarienJoin Date: 2012-03-04
Post Count: 153 |
Opps, math is wrong thb. |
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[Nix accepted.]
[Nix]
You're in your rundown condo, second floor. Downtown Flacert, a small town in Gracint Province.
You have an S43 holstered on your ankle, and your wearing an overcoat, jeans, and a scarf (gg).
It's late morning. |
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Ian
Shoot the infected eating my dead friend over there. In the head of course. |
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[Stanley]
That's not very filling.
[Ian]
You kill it.
10|12
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Ian
Time to pick up the ammunition from my rifle. |
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(Also,for some reason in these simulators,I'm always the first one to die or get bit,qq.) |
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[Ian]
21 hours.
You pick up the aluminum magazines for your rifle.
8|30, 14|30
There thing you actually should have went and picked up were the bullets for your revolver. |
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Eat some scrambled eggs along with some OJ. |
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[Ian]
14 bullets excluding the 10 you have loaded.
[Stanley]
You do so. You hear a loud crash from downstairs, then the breaking of glass, then a car alarm.
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Alice -
Alice pulls her car back in here garage and grabs her weapons and everything she put in the car.
She heads inside and locks all the doors and windows, finally going to sleep. |
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[Alice]
You wake, it's late morning, you hear screams, gunfire, and chaos in general outside. |
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Alice -
Alice grabs her rifle and looks out the window. |
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StarienJoin Date: 2012-03-04
Post Count: 153 |
Nix
I go into my kitchen and look for something to eat in the fridge |
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Ian
Look for an exit that isn't swarmed with infected. |
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[Alice]
There's a bunch of people running around, being chased by some gray humanoid creatures covered in bloood. A bunch of people are shooting them, with basically no effect whatsoever. There's a flaming building a block or so away.
[Nix]
Your fridge is filled with ham and cheese. In the drawer to it's left, is 4 MRE's.
- Type 24 (Southwest beef and bl. beans)
- Type 7 (Beef Brisket)
- Type 1 (Chili w/ Beans)
- Type 1 (Chili w/ Beans) |
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StarienJoin Date: 2012-03-04
Post Count: 153 |
Nix
I grab the ham and cheese, and a knife to slice them and sit on the couch and start slicing and eating the slices. |
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[Nix]
You sit on your couch, doing so.
Your compound bow sits on the coffee table in front of you, with 12 bolts in a box. You're thirsty. |
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(Ok, I'll be making another CS in a sec...) |
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(oops)
[Ian]
It's all clear, it's just that you're in the middle of the woods. |
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