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x_Undefined-Silence_x Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 7:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2012 8:33 pm
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name: red
age: 23
nicknames: dead eye, gunslinger or wanderer
gender: male
height: 6 ft
weight: 175
eye color: light gray
hair color: jet black
weapons: two customized black colt peacemaker revolvers, 1 Winchester repeater rifle with wood stock and gold details, 1 sawed off double barrel shotgun side by side, 1 large bowie knife
appearance: red is a tall and slim man who is always dressed in a long black duster coat, he wears black pants and a white button up shirt under his coat, he wears black cowboy boots and black gun holsters on his hips and a bullet belt across his chest. his hair covers one side of his face which is marred with a long scar, his body is covered in scars, he is usually smoking a cigarette of some kind.
history: red was at one time a bounty hunter, one of the youngest many had seen, he started his career as a bounty hunter at the young age of 17 when both his parents were slaughtered in their home and robbed. red swore vengeance upon those that committed the act, he spent several years roaming around in search of those that killed his parents to no avail, all he found along the way was fight after fight. at the age of 20 took down an entire gang by himself making him one of the best gun man around, it was around his 22nd birthday that he came across one bounty he would never forget it was in the town of summer set may that he ran into his first undead he didn't over react he wasn't scared he simply drew his revolver and placed a single shot through its head as he always aimed for the head. hes been living day to day ever since.
personality: red can come off as a cold hearted individual with no concern for the lives of others as he speaks as little as possible and shows no signs of remorse when he has to kill or signs of affection towards most people, but he is actually a kind hearted person who will protect those who cannot protect themselves, he is not easily angered but he is quick to fight if necessary and would not think twice about shooting someone dead if need be.
likes: his guns, quiet places, cigarettes and whiskey
dislikes: loud mouthed people, people who are cocky, people who attack un armed people, and people who bully the weak.
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 9:04 pm
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Name: Soren Van Wyck
Gender: Male
Height: 6'1
Weight: 158
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Red
Weapons: Knuckle Duster Trench Knife, Dragunov
Appearance: Soren is strong build of muscle, and the rest is just like the picture!
Bio: Soren Van Wyck was a Teacher at a Training institute at the Famed UFC Mixed Martial Arts, Until one afternoon during a match between two fighters, Soren was in the large crowd of at least 1,750 people watching his star pupil go up against his rival. Everyones screaming and cheering, but they dont hear the actual screaming behind the stands, one of the security guards and four other people were running towards the stands of people and start to bite and tear at one of the fans, Soon, hell breaks loose, Soren grabs the infected man by the shoulder, slams his face onto the ground then stomps its face into the gravel, then notices the people in the stands were trampling others to move out of the way. Soren runs into the locker rooms and grabs his knuckle duster trench knife and Dragunov and fights his way out of the Immense stadium, Soren refuses to talk about HOW he escaped, and is Psychologically scared from the events that took place in the Stadium. Personality: Before the Outbreak, Soren was always the friendly type, social and loved making new friends, never a mean bone in his body, but when the Outbreak happened, Soren completely changed, He went clinically insane due to horrific events from his entrapment in the stadium.He talks to himself like another person is there with him, and has a very distasteful blood lust that is impossible for him to exit. To him, only his trusted allies are safe and will protect them with his own life,everyone else, run, or be gunned.
Likes: Target Practice, Theater, Art, and fighting.
Dislikes: He has a strong distaste, for unknown reasons, of people who wear green.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:21 pm
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Vladimir Demochev
Name: Vladimir Demochev
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Weight: 152
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Black
Weapons: FN2000, TT-33
Appearance: A scar going down his left eye.
Bio: Before the infection spread to North and South America, Vladimir prepared to fight to the end in Moscow. Then the virus hit and it hit hard. Moscow went dark within weeks. After everything calmed down Vladimir made his way to the airport. He found a way onto the very last commercial flight out of Moscow. He waved goodbye to the Motherland knowing he would never see it again. Later the flight made an emergency landing due to the fact that infected somehow got on the plane. Vladimir was nowhere to be seen after the flight landed. He now makes his way to the supposed haven in Canada.
Personality: A cold heartless killer. When he kills he feels no remorse, no regret, no sadness, just joy.
Likes: Techno music, blades, bullets, guns, etc.
Dislikes: Russian haters.
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Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2012 4:48 pm
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Rei ↘↘W.↙↙ Kuroniko [ ] Shed no Tears for the Dead... Their suffering is over...
Aт ғιʀѕт ɢʟaисexxxxxx│║█║ age ✔ || Roughly about 27 || nicknames ✔ || No known Nicknames || gender ✔ || Male || height ✔ || 5'10'' || weight ✔ || 170 lbs. || eyecolor ✔ || They seem... Black. || haircolor ✔ || Black || weapon ✔ || Well trained with Guns and knives ||
Dιɢɢιиg Impoʀant?xxxxxx│║█║ history ☑ || Rei was born into a Military family, every member had served in at least one way, shape, or form. There fore it was only natural that he be placed in a Military Academy at an early age. Rei was a rather intelligent child, moving his way up to graduate at the age of 14. It was after this show of potential that he was sent to a Military privatized college somewhere in Virginia.
Soon after Graduating there, he was moved into an official subdivision of the United states Marine Corps. It was there that he was going to be a lab technician, working on improving the soldiers of the day. But in a lab accident while dealing with a mysterious virus, Rei was seriously injured and had to have his adrenal system repaired.
Upon awakening, Rei had a new found ability to move faster, and move things of higher weight than it seemed his body were capable of. He could lift like a body builder when in his adrenaline induced state. It did come with a cost though, the Irises of his eyes to become black. His hair had turned black, and with extensive use of the adrenal abilities, Rei would cough up blood.
Even after the trials and tribulations produced by the accident, Rei was recruited for a "Clean up" crew in the Secretive operations of the Marine Corps. He headed up a team of Operatives that kept things that the Public didn't know, The way they were. This included annihilating towns, and massacring people far and wide to contain and keep the virus secret.
But after word of the Virus got out, Rei's main objective changed. The virus was no longer contained, so save as many as possible. And get them to the safe zone. Rei left for the virus ravaged wasteland that had become the world, and doesn't know if the safe zone was still there or not. "You can call it a hopeless mission if you want... But it's all I have now." He once said. ||
personality ☑ || He often keeps to himself, trying to avoid Social contact if possible. People who have heard of his actions call him "Cold", and "Calculating". Though Rei is really only looking at what's best for mankind or the group as a whole, he is still mocked for honoring the final orders he was given. He's not known to be aggressive, And seems to keep a constant lack of emotion. somewhat like a Robot, always silently assessing a situation, Advantages, Disadvantages, and combat maneuverability when necessary. || likes ☑ || A Good gun and a Sharp Knife. || dislikes ☑ || When people allow emotion to cloud their judgement, The Undead. ||
ι вeт ʏоu Dιdи’т киоwxxxxxx│║█║
talent/other ☒ || Rei's fighting Skills and Adrenal abilities are his main assets. But.. I'll bet you didn't know he can play a variety of instruments. || crush ☒ || No one at the moment. || music ☒ || Blood on my hands || postingcolor ▶ || Black ||
[ Rei Kuroniko ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:14 pm
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Chris Wilson "You would be surprised how many uses there are for a crowbar, you can cave in someone's head, pry open doors, cave in someone's head, smash through obstacles, did I say cave in someone's head?"
Age: 18 Nicknames: N/A Gender: Male Height: 5'11" Weight: 125lb Eye Color: Ocean-blue Hair Color: Grey Weapons: A crowbar, kept in a loop on the waist of his jeans, and an M4 carbine with a shoulder strap attached. He's also managed to maintain a pickup truck. Appearence: Chris has been aged greatly by stress, wrinkles cover his face and his hair has turned a dingy grey, he also has a thick goatee (also grey). He is missing his left arm comepletely up to the shoulder due to having cut it off after getting bitten during a fight. He usualy wears a pair of denim jeans, combat boots, and a sleeveless t-shirt, over this he wears a camo jacket with the left sleeve rolled up to the remains of his shoulder. History: Chris has speant most of the appocolypse on the run, whenever he settles down with a group of other survivors, he always seems to find a reason to get moving again. About a year into this, he ended up getting bitten on the arm by a zombie, forcing him the sever it. Personality: Chris typically cracks jokes, though his sense of humor is rather twisted, but has become more serious over time. He is incredibly defensive of his little brother Bill, but has started to distance himself from Bill, trying to make him able to survive on his own if something should happen to Chris. Likes: quiet, and relaxation Dislikes: thugs, people who don't shut up or are self-absorbed
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