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Name: Frank Coble
@ge: 23
G3nder: Male
Appearance: About 6 feet tall with a slender build, he has dusty blonde hair and a worn out face.
Clothes: He wears a white shirt with a black blazer ontop of it, with dark black jeans and a pair of converses. He looks like a casual buisnessman who had just walked through a riot.
Weapons: Baseball bat, Pistol, Knife
Items: 2 pistol clips, a bottle of water and a pack of canned food.
Starting City : Las Vegas
Bio: Frank was born in Las Vegas, he grew up with the casino's and the corruption - he was used to violence, he had been kicked out of casino's more times than he could count and he spent about 3 years in jail out of a 20 year sentence before the riots gave him a chance to escape. He now tries to survive in the violent and not so glamorous city of Las Vegas.
Other Info: He was in jail for armed robbery. |
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Name: Anna
@ge: 12
G3nder: F
Appearance: She has long brown hair, and a blue plastic headband. She has a mix of green and blue eyes, and a clear shine to her lips. She has short nails, and it appears that they barely grow. She wears a black tee with a lemon on it, and black cargo pants. she has black and white flip flops with no heel. She reaches 5' 6''. She weighs about 92lbs.
Weapons: A kitchen knife, a tazer, a pistol.
Items: $100, a mug that used to say #1 DAD now it says, # D.
Starting City (Any large city like San Fransisco, New York or Los Angeles.): New York
Bio (Required. No laziness for U.): Her mom was at work one day, in a skyscraper. Wich was when they burnt it down. She died in the fire. Her dad was a policemen, and he was killed in a riot. So, she has some of his moeny and some of his stuff, like the weapons. She is an orphan, and she is hiding.
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Anna
I was scared, I was short on food and water. |
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I stood by the window of the enormous hotel, gazing down onto the ruins below. I sighed and turned around to the once luxury hotel room turned into a wreckage, I couldn't live here much longer - I'm running out of food and water and the anarchists below will surely come knocking again.
I slung a rucksack over my back and packed the little water and food I had left into it, I would miss the somewhat luxury of the hotel, but it wasn't a good idea to stay here anymore. I checked the ammo on my pistol and opened the door onto the hallway. |
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Name: Steve "Spade" VanLalerk
@ge:24
G3nder:Male
Appearance:Skinny,small goatee,hair tied back in a stalliontail(Manly ponytail!),black hair,deeep blue eyes,pale white/slightly tan skin tone.
Clothes:Wears a black suit and a red tie
Weapons:Armed with a SHotgun,a long piece of metal,and a pistol
Items:Flashlight,deck of cards,deckor rigged cards,an asortment of gear,3 stolen frag grnades.
Starting City (Any large city like San Fransisco, New York or Los Angeles.):LAS VEGAZ!
Bio (Required. No laziness for U.):Was a big gambler in Casinos and occianonaly rigged teh deck so he could easily win with different combonations have spades.His cousin his Harry "Hearts" and his uncle is Kyle "Klubs".When the disasters hit,he took over teh casino and bought his way into power.He set up a market in a Las Vegas casino called The Gambling Hog and has a small group of scavengers.The market has been doing bad due to multiple biker gangs attacking scavenger parties.
Other Info:I read the rules.... |
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Anna
I heard rumbling. I held my pistol, trembling. |
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Frank swore under his breath and stared at the door which was slowly collapsing under the raiders battering ram. He turned around and sprinted for the back exit of the hotel, opening the fire door and sprinting out into the streets before him. |
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-Spade-
I walked through THe Gambling Hog.When the disaster had started ther ehad been over 700 hundred people and a thriving economy,kinda.Now becuase of the gangs and an outbreak of salmenella,only 642 lived there.Two of the worst gangs,the Wussy Cats and the Pierced Bulls,had killed 18 people total.the other gangs had killed 5.I walked up to the top of the building,which was 4 stories high plus a basement,and look at the Luxory hotel.I saw a man walk out,and 3 bikers heading right towards him.."Get me Tricks and Garb,we gotta save that guy"I said,pulling out my shotty and hurry throug hthe casino.... |
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Anna
I heard faint thumping and crashing. I took my pistol, and headed up there, ready to shoot. |
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(The raiders and the bikers are same gang,but different people) |
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Frank whipped out his pistol and took a steady stance, his hands sweating he took a deep breath and fired off 3 shots - before watching the bikers collapse in a pool of blood. He trembled and let his hand fall to his side, before continuing on into the street. |
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-Spade-
The bikers were armed oddly.One had a spiked flail(metal ball on a shain conencted to a handle)and the other two had wooden baseball bats with knifes attached.Me and two of my best gunners hurried towards the man.Suddenly another biker appeared and shot a bullet at us.It missed and I blasted him to king kong with my shotgun.We hurried across the street...only seconds left... |
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Frank walked over to an old Jeep in the car park, it looked dented and beaten but it had promise. He smashed the window with his pistol and let himself in, before ducking under the dashboard and fiddling with the wiring. Whilst down there he found a bottle of water, he smiled to himself before continuing to hotwire it. |
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Anna
I shot the guy's neck. I immideately searched him for food. Some hot dogs, no buns.. hmm. OH WAIT. HES BREATHING! I shot him in the head. I took his ammo and everything he had. I took my old stuff from upstairs, and i pushed the guy out of a window. Then I ran back to the basement, locking it. |
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