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"They fear what is good."

The world ended before we were even here to realise it. From the dawn of humanity, we have been plagued by their presence. They've been tricking us into fighting among ourselves, torturing us, and making sure we're never co-ordinated enough to fight back. We still live because they're arrogant, and sadistic, but most importantly, meaningless without something to torment. The disjointed world described below is the only world you've ever known - you have never truly tasted normal life.

They are the fallen angels. Most know them as demons, devils, or simply monsters. They exist in spirit form; poltergeists capable of object manipulation, possession, and influence over the sinful. This is their most powerful form, but fortunately they crave mortal bodies. Possession of the living is possible, but difficult, however most prefer possession of the dead, meaning the vast majority of demons on Earth are inhabiting corpses. Each demon is immortal, but destruction of the body casts the demon's soul back to the depths it came from, forcing it to make the arduous journey back up. Being incapable of creation, they have allowed us to progress technology. Phones and radios exist, but are a rarity. TVs are more common, but used only to play DVDs or VHS tapes. Firearms are plentiful, but whilst there is a high amount of weapons in the world, a vast majority are owned by the dead.

Welcome to the States. You are an American citizen in this hostile world. Whilst the USA still exists, in concept, the land has been divided since it's inception. The states themselves are a vague concept - asking anyone to draw a map and they'll design a unique set of borders - because in truth each group that lives in the country is alone, with extremely limited means of contact to anyone else, and in constant fear of being trampled by a demonic hoarde of even moderate size. Priests do their best to protect their communities, and religious scientists and scholars attempt to devise ways to beat back the demons, but breakthroughs are difficult due to the utter lack of organisation.

The rest of the world has not been spared.
The East suffers similar afflictions to the Western world. Asia is in a worse state than the Americas. A barren wasteland. But there are rumours of underground communities there. Sometimes a small spark of scientific progress sparks through word of mouth among travellers until they have reached every lone city in the country, and each time the old rumour is replayed that it came from Asia. Are these just ridiculous rumours, or is there really a hidden community there? Europe is war torn. Large communties exist in much higher quantities than in the states, some countries are even organised enough to honestly declare themselves as singular countries. However, the leaders of these places are, at best, corrupt, and at worse, possessed by powerful demons. Most of the continent is in open conflict with itself, and has been for the last hundred years.

But there is hope. It is said that the walls surrounding Africa are 500 feet tall. The continent is organised, intelligent, and determined to be rid of the demonic presence. People from all over the world give everything they have for a chance at immigrating there. But it is very difficult to get in. The vetting process is thorough, and you are expected to be able to provide something valuable in exchange for your entry.

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But who are you in all this?
(Roles)

Survivor (Unlimited. Expected amount 3~):

You live in a small community with a population of just under a thousand that has suffered siege from a hoarde of demons less than 12 hours ago. The town is ravaged - blood decorates the street but there are no corpses. You've hid past the worst of it, taking a spot underground with the rest of the survivors. One of you is lucky enough to have a radio, and you've called for help. Now all there is to do is wait.
Weaknesses:
You are unarmed, with little ability to protect yourself from spirits, and no weapons to physically defend yourself.
Strengths:
You start united with other survivors, as well as the police officers. Not only this, but if it comes to battle, you are likely to be overlooked. One of you will have a UV flashlight, which does a small amount of physical damage, but is effective against spirits.

Police Officer (2 slots):
Your story is similar to the other survivors. You lived in this place before the hoarde came, and when things got bad you hid underground with the rest. It was your duty to protect these people, but there was nothing you could do. You can protect these people, though, and with help potentially on the way, and most of the hoarde gone past, there is hope.
Weaknesses:
You are unarmed against spirits.
Strengths:
You wield a USP with one mag, as well as some basic meds. You start united with the other police officer as well as the group of survivors.

Priest (UNAVAILABLE) (@Raptorian):
You are the local priest. Working alone, near the edge of this colony, you were one of the first attacked by the demons. But they fear the church. Using it to your advantage, as well as your shotgun, you survived the onslaught. Unfortunately, you were injured, and lost consciousness before you could reunite with anyone else. The injuries are severe... by all means, it's a miracle you're alive.
Weaknesses:
You start injured and alone.
Strengths:
You have a model 870 shotgun with 6 bullets left and a cross to ward off evil. You are also vastly knowledgable about religious affairs.

Saviour (3 slots):
You are an outsider who heard a call for help over the radio and decided to try and help. You could be anyone. Perhaps you are an immigrant from another country, or one of the nomadic priests that have been known to wander the lands to help in these very occasions. Regardless, you have met up with 2 others, one of whom had a working car, and have been heading towards the city to rescue whoever remains.
Weaknesses:
You do not start with a firearm, and you start outside of town.
Strengths:
You can choose between wielding a UV flashlight or a cross. You have some basic meds, and a single fireaxe between the three of you. You may be knowledgable about religious affairs depending on your backstory. You all start in the same, working car.

Skills:
Each applicant will have 130 skill points to invest in. Skillrolls will be used throughout the event, so investing into your skills smartly is a good idea.

Only 4 skills will be relevant in this event.
We will be using the WN Base system for skills, so the maximum investment in each skill is 50.

Guns will determine your accuracy using a firearm.
Speed will determine your abilty to dodge and your turn in the turn order during S2RP encounters
Medicine will determine your ability to heal others. You will start with a medkit if this is your highest skill (also counts if it draws for highest with another skill)

Melee will determine your offensive abilities using a melee weapon/your fists, as well as your ability to parry and block enemy attacks.

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Application format.

--- OOC Section ---
  • Steam Name:
  • Steam ID:
  • Discord Name & ID:
--- IC Section ---
  • Character Name:
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour):
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine and melee):
  • Backstory (The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory):


OOC Notes:
You are encouraged to co-ordinate with other applicants to make characters with long running relationships, such as two saviours who work together or two survivors who are long term friends.

Characters who's backstory demonstrate a strong understanding of the setting and history detailed above are more likely to be accepted.
I will not be accepting anyone until the final application waves where I will fill the entire roster role by role. Feel Free to take your time making your application to be of a high quality.


Running On:
15th July, 16th July, 22nd July, 23rd July
 
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Before the world fell into chaos, Officer Samuel Mitchell lived a life dedicated to upholding the law and protecting his community. As a police officer in a thriving town, he patrolled the streets with a sense of purpose, ensuring the safety and well-being of its residents. Samuel was respected and admired for his unwavering commitment to justice, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.

However, everything changed when the demonic horde emerged, wreaking havoc upon their once-peaceful existence. Witnessing the devastation and the innocent lives torn apart, Samuel's heart sank with a deep sense of responsibility. He knew he had to do whatever it took to safeguard the people he had sworn to protect.

When the situation grew dire, Samuel made the difficult decision to lead a group of survivors underground, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught. It was a tumultuous transition, marked by fear and uncertainty, as they grappled with the harsh realities of their new existence. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Samuel remained resolute in his duty to shield his fellow survivors from the clutches of the demonic forces.

In those underground tunnels, Samuel became a pillar of strength and hope for the community. His experience as a police officer guided their actions, and his unwavering dedication inspired others to persevere. Even in the face of despair, Samuel's leadership and determination provided a flicker of light in the darkness, reminding them that they were not alone.

As they awaited the arrival of potential help and the chance to reclaim their world, Samuel's resolve only grew stronger. He carried with him the memories of the peaceful town he once served, fueled by the desire to restore order and justice. The life he had known might have been shattered, but his unwavering spirit remained, driving him to protect and guide those who looked to him for strength in this unforgiving landscape.

Officer Samuel Mitchell's journey from a dedicated police officer to a guardian in a world overrun by darkness showcases his unwavering commitment to justice and his indomitable spirit. In the face of unimaginable adversity, he continues to fight for the safety and well-being of his fellow survivors, embodying the resilience and determination that humanity desperately needs to reclaim their world from the clutches of the fallen angels.
 
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I will not be accepting anyone until the final application wave where I will fill the entire roster. Feel Free to take your time making your application to be of a high quality.
 
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CHAR NAME: The Deep
CHAR ROLE: Priest
SKILLS: Great with aquatic life, strongest being on the planet.
BACKSTORY: Strongest member of The Seven, The Deep has taken to a religious life after his show "Deep thoughts with The Deep" was cancelled by liberals. He took up the priesthood and now fights demons
 
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Before the world fell into chaos, Officer Samuel Mitchell lived a life dedicated to upholding the law and protecting his community. As a police officer in a thriving town, he patrolled the streets with a sense of purpose, ensuring the safety and well-being of its residents. Samuel was respected and admired for his unwavering commitment to justice, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.

However, everything changed when the demonic horde emerged, wreaking havoc upon their once-peaceful existence. Witnessing the devastation and the innocent lives torn apart, Samuel's heart sank with a deep sense of responsibility. He knew he had to do whatever it took to safeguard the people he had sworn to protect.

When the situation grew dire, Samuel made the difficult decision to lead a group of survivors underground, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught. It was a tumultuous transition, marked by fear and uncertainty, as they grappled with the harsh realities of their new existence. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Samuel remained resolute in his duty to shield his fellow survivors from the clutches of the demonic forces.

In those underground tunnels, Samuel became a pillar of strength and hope for the community. His experience as a police officer guided their actions, and his unwavering dedication inspired others to persevere. Even in the face of despair, Samuel's leadership and determination provided a flicker of light in the darkness, reminding them that they were not alone.

As they awaited the arrival of potential help and the chance to reclaim their world, Samuel's resolve only grew stronger. He carried with him the memories of the peaceful town he once served, fueled by the desire to restore order and justice. The life he had known might have been shattered, but his unwavering spirit remained, driving him to protect and guide those who looked to him for strength in this unforgiving landscape.

Officer Samuel Mitchell's journey from a dedicated police officer to a guardian in a world overrun by darkness showcases his unwavering commitment to justice and his indomitable spirit. In the face of unimaginable adversity, he continues to fight for the safety and well-being of his fellow survivors, embodying the resilience and determination that humanity desperately needs to reclaim their world from the clutches of the fallen angels.
As mentioned in the opening paragraph - Demons have existed and been present since the dawn of time (ie, there was no period "before" they arrived for any characters involved). Society has been crumpled for hundreds or thousands of years.

Also, to make it more clear, your character's escape underground occured recently - and as such the story of how you got there is covered under the "The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory" part.
 
As mentioned in the opening paragraph - Demons have existed and been present since the dawn of time (ie, there was no period "before" they arrived for any characters involved). Society has been crumpled for hundreds or thousands of years.

Also, to make it more clear, your character's escape underground occured recently - and as such the story of how you got there is covered under the "The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory" part.
Editted post to hopefully make these things more apparent.
 


"Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds rest in thee."

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OOC SECTION
  • Steam Name: Finny
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:70511341
  • Discord Name & ID: Finny#8424

IC SECTION
  • Character Name: Nicolae "Nico" Lăzărescu, the Confessor
  • Character Role: Saviour (Nomadic priest)
  • Character Skills: Guns 0, Speed 30, Medicine 50, Melee 50

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
A towering figure at 6'8" in height, this man commands attention wherever he goes. Carries himself with an air of resilience and unwavering determination. Middle-aged, with the wisdom of years etched into his face, he possesses a timeless quality that belies the chaotic era he inhabits. Long, jet-black hair cascades down his back. His beard, full and carefully groomed, frames his face with a sense of authority and reverence. Eyes, a striking shade of grey-silver, shimmer with an intensity that hints at both his fervent devotion and his own inner battles. Drifting around him, like the robes of an ancient prophet, is a black cassock, the traditional attire of an Orthodox priest. At the center of it all, hanging prominently from a chain around his neck, is an Orthodox cross. Its intricate details have been carved with care.

  • BACKSTORY
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  • "Blessed be God. Glory be to the Father."
  • "Nicolae... where should I start with that guy? Told me he was born in a small town, "Sibiu" or something, in Romania. From a young age, this man found solace in the teachings of the Orthodox Church, as it offered him a glimpse of hope... a way to make sense of the chaotic world around him, you could say. He was captivated by the rituals, the ancient texts, and the promise of salvation. As Nico delved deeper into his faith, he became... how should I say this... consumed by his religious studies. He immersed himself in the works of the church fathers, the lives of the saints, and all those complicated details of religious doctrines. His passion grew to an almost obsessive level, blurring the boundaries between devotion and madness. This constant presence of demons in our world only fueled his fervor, he saw it as a constant reminder of the battle between "good and evil."
  • Nico's journey from his homeland to here, the US, could not have been an easy one I tell you that. Can you imagine what that must've been like? With the world in disarray, travelling being as perilous as it is, and borders dissolved into mere lines on a map? Regardless, he was determined to spread the word of God and offer solace to those suffering, so he joined this group of survivors who were making their way westward. Together, needless to say, they faced countless dangers, fighting off demons and navigating treacherous landscapes.
  • It was during that journey that Nico's faith reached completely new heights. He told me how he witnessed unspeakable horrors, experienced personal loss, and saw the depths of human suffering. In the face of such darkness, his devotion to God only intensified, and apparently he vowed "to become a guiding light for those lost in the chaos."
  • After he arrived here, to the States, Nico found himself in this desolate landscape where nothing but remnants of cities lay in ruins and survivors struggled to cling to hope. On his way here, he encountered two fellow survivors, one of them being myself, who also shared his desire to rescue others and bring a glimmer of hope to the world.. although I believe "salvation" would be the word that Nico would use. Together we formed this unlikely alliance, combining our skills and resources we took off on this mission to reach a city rumored to still house survivors.
  • That other dude with us, luckily had a working car, Nico saw it as a "divine sign" that our path was guided by a higher power. Not only that, he apparently interpreted our meeting and our shared purpose as a testament to the importance of our mission. So yeah, we set out towards the city, determined to offer aid and hope to those who might still be fighting against these forces of darkness."
  • - One of the Saviours describing Nicolae's past

THE SLOW DRIFT TO INSANITY
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"There is one thing, O Christ, that I want, one thing I desire, one thing I ask for, and that is to be with You."
As Nicolae delved deeper into his religious studies and embarked on his mission to bring light to a darkened world, his unwavering devotion began to consume him. His obsession with religion gradually led him down a treacherous path, blurring the boundaries between religious zeal and the fragile line of sanity.
At first, Nicolae's fervor was seen as a testament to his unyielding faith, his unwavering dedication to the divine. However, as time passed, his spiritual pursuits grew increasingly all-consuming. He spent countless hours lost in ancient texts, seeking hidden meanings and revelations, often forsaking sleep and nourishment in his pursuit of divine wisdom.

His mind became a labyrinth of religious doctrines, prophecies, and mystic revelations, each piece meticulously analyzed and dissected. The world around him faded into insignificance, a mere backdrop to the grand tapestry of his religious fervor. His interactions with others became strained, his conversations often veering into lengthy sermons or impassioned exhortations, leaving those around him bewildered and uncertain.
As Nicolae's obsession with religion grew, his perception of reality began to fragment. The demons that plagued the world became not just external adversaries, but tangible manifestations of his own inner turmoil. He saw their influence in every corner, every act of suffering, their presence lurking in the shadows of his mind.
His obsession turned his thoughts into a labyrinth of guilt, fear, and self-doubt. He questioned his own worthiness, tortured by the belief that he was not doing enough to combat the encroaching darkness. The weight of his responsibility as a spiritual guide became a heavy burden, threatening to crush his spirit under its weight.

Visions and revelations, once a source of solace, now plagued Nicolae's restless nights. He became consumed by vivid dreams, prophetic nightmares that blurred the line between the divine and the demonic. Sleep became an elusive sanctuary, a realm in which he wrestled with his own fears and battled the very forces he sought to vanquish.
 
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"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me"
(Psalm 23:4)

OOC Section

Steam Name: Raptorian
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:419522897
Discord Name & ID: Raptorian#3138


IC Section

Character Name: "Father Gabriel"
Character Role: The Priest
Character Skills: 40 Guns, 40 Melee, 30 Speed, 20 Medical


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VERSE I - ORIGINAL SIN
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves."
(Matthew 7:15)

For as long as man has tread the Earth, the pursuit of knowledge and power has corrupted their minds. God gave unto man the Garden of Eden, and saw it was good. Yet Eve was tempted by Lucifer, who took on the form of a serpent, to partake in the fruit of forbidden knowledge. And as such, God witnessed the original sin, and saw it good to cast man out from the Garden of Eden, and His will was done.

We have paid for that mistake ever since.

The current year is unknown. Mankind turned unable, or perhaps unwilling, to record the thousands of days that have passed since the advent of sin. Those with the blessing-- or perhaps curse-- that is continued existence as the legions of daemonkind bear down upon them have seen it fit to huddle together in masses of disparate colonies and flocks. Some seek refuge in the inventions of man, some wish to find it in the arms of God- however a forsaken few have rendered themselves unto the armies of Satan for salvation.

One such group was led by the dark shepherd Amon, who lorded over a legion of no less than 80 men and women in the apocalyptic United States. Gabriel was born into this flock, and as such, into the service of Satan. Beget by a meager worshiper, he was anointed Abaddon, and fated to bring ruination to the worshipers of Christ. And so many of the first chapters of Abaddon's life were spent in darkness, training in martial prowess so that one day he may claim his spot in the host of daemons. In reward for their service, they would all be granted eternal life at the side of the fallen Prince of Hell.

Or so Amon claimed.




VERSE II - DAMNATION
"And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever, and they have no rest, day or night, these worshipers of the beast and its image, and whoever receives the mark of its name."
(Revelation 14:11)

On the eve of the thirtieth year of Abaddon's life, his flock's near-constant raids on other colonies for supplies and captives to sacrifice were put to an abrupt halt. Their colony was beset by a horde of daemons, led by the spirit Uriel. The cackling masses of the damned lit fire to the outskirts of their home, and the flames danced along wood and leaf until a circle of inferno had trapped those 80 men and women inside. Amon cast himself before the daemon Uriel, whose stature was that of three men, and whose wings stretched out like a dragon's. He plead with a voracity for life,

"Let your anger not be kindled against me, for I have kept your commandments and slain many in your name against the righteous god, that I may find favor in your sight."

And so the hordes of Uriel erupted into a cacophony of laughter and jeers, and the terrible Uriel lifted his hand against the shepherd Amon, who spake unto daemonkind with dread.

"Spare your servant my lord, for I could have served the light but have committed hate upon hate for the greatness of your evil. If you seek life, I beg you to take my flock, and let me go on my way, for I have stayed true to you and never grieved your name!"

And for a moment the symphony of death fell silent. The horde of daemons looked to Uriel in his contemplation for guidance, who lowered his hand from Amon and took on a visage of vile satisfaction. And so the second betrayal shook Abaddon, who had been abandoned by his gods, and by his shepherd. He withdrew his dagger and in one lunging strike had plunged it into the throat of Amon, who let out his final gasp, before falling onto the ground.

With the death of Amon the orchestral howls of the horde of daemons continued, their amusement only equal in measure to Abaddon's despair- and in a foul motion they came upon his flock like ravenous hounds and tore them asunder. Unable to bear this pain Abaddon placed upon his throat his own blade- yet before he could take his own life the daemon Uriel cast the blade aside. In an instant the great daemon vanished, and Abaddon felt his hands become tense and heavy.

He fell to his knees, clutching his chest. He felt as the daemon Uriel corrupted his body and soul, his influence spread from hand to arm, from foot to leg, from extremity to body, and from body to mind. Abaddon jerked to and fro desperately- seeking to reclaim his body to no avail. The last of his flock watched in horror as he rose, a newly-born vessel of evil, and claimed his dagger once more. He paced forth as the horde held their captives tightly, and Uriel, commanding the body of Abaddon, dug the steel into each and every one.




VERSE III - DELIVERANCE
"Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved."
(Acts 4:12)

For seven years did Abaddon, under the hand of Uriel, walk the Earth. By the fifth day of the seventh year, it had seemed an eternity had passed for Abaddon. Each action took in his stead by Uriel he felt the consequence of- and the daemon showed no measure of concern for the preservation of his being. He had gone through periods of gluttony, starvation, and torture alike. And so, by that fifth day, he had mind had teetered on the brink of collapse. His spirit almost gone as his body would be rendered nothing but a puppet without will. However in his desolation, God had performed a miracle.

There was an interruption to the blurred together days of wandering and feasting. With no warning, Abaddon felt his skull be struck by a steel implement, and in an instant he fell into unconsciousness. He felt something within his being fundamentally shifting- and came to under the Latin chants of Catholic priests. Abaddon detected faint smell of incense, and for the first time in what had felt like eons, a feeling of peace settled in. He could not make out the words of those around him, and instead chose to lay his head against the bed of hay in which he was laid in. It was then he noticed Uriel, ensconced in the Seal of Solomon, raging against the ethereal barrier in which trapped him. With this assurance, he fell into unconsciousness.

When Abaddon awoke he was tended to by a retinue of the clergy, each eager to greet and rush him out of bed. Barely able to move his own body he was aided by two young students, who carried him under his shoulders, and brought him before the leader of their parish. The Bishop was a portly man. Marked by his holy clothes, and highly decorated residence, the Bishop had laid Abaddon's fate clearly before him. He was the first successful exorcism that their group had achieved using the Lesser Key of Solomon, and they had hoped that with this breakthrough they could finally begin to meaningfully strike back against daemonkind.

Abaddon was offered two roads. He could either confess to his sins, of which were too many for any pure man to bear, and undergo baptism and be reborn under Christ- or he could hide his shame and leave the settlement without recourse. The sinner feared the wrath of God and His holy men, and thought that should he confess there could be no salvation for him.


He turned away from the men of God and walked along the path to make his exit. The clergy accepted his decision- all but one, at least. A young man, having turned away from a life of sin, sensed his hesitation. He burst forth and gripped the shoulder of Abaddon, and told him the word of God as quoted by the scripture.

"I was once like you, Abaddon. Of dark heart and ill intent- yet I turned away from sin and embraced God. Hear me now, Abaddon. 'Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.'"

With great hesitation Abaddon turned back to the settlement. Curious eyes laid upon him as he laid upon the crossroads of fate, his very soul in the balance. He tread back toward the Bishop, to whom he may confess, perhaps out of righteousness, or perhaps out of selfishness. Yet it would not matter, for he would find sanctuary in the light of God. He sang to the clergy every deed he partook in- while under possession and while not. He told of unspeakable evil, of his hatred- of his dark heart. Yet they stayed their hand and embraced him as one of their own.

Abaddon was taken by the Bishop to the river in which the town drew water, and instructed to lay still. With his baptism he would be a new man, and his sin would wash away, and he would be reborn under God by His graces. The Bishop spoke, submerging Abaddon as he did so:

"I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. By the will of God, you shall rise again- and forsake the name Abaddon. No longer shall daemonkind hold influence over thee, and God alone will be your strength. As such I anoint you Gabriel, and this name you shall carry with you until the end of your days."

It has been two years since that fateful day in which Father Gabriel turned away from sin and embraced God. He has trained dilligently as a warrior of the faith, and has been ordained as such by the Bishop. Taking up the shield of God, he was sent to a lowly parish on the outskirts of his sect's influence, and had instruction to defend it against the evils of daemonkind. And as such he placed his life in dedication to this task, so that he may give his life to God and be saved, once and for all.
 
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  • Steam Name: MAXYOURFRIEND
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:87834445
  • Discord Name & ID: maxyourfriend (no ID)
--- IC Section ---
  • Character Name: Cyrus Caine
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour): Survivor
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine, and melee):
    Guns 20, Speed 40, Medicine 30, Melee 40
  • Backstory:


"Demons?"

In a world torn apart by biblical forces, it would be exceedingly hard to find one who refuses to recognize God and his relations. Yet, it seems they still exist even here. Cyrus is one of the few who refuses to recognize the monsters terrorizing the world as anything other than natural beings, outright scoffing at the proclamation of names such as "demon", "angel", or "devil". Most would claim this as ignorance or perhaps outright blasphemy, even insanity. Cyrus remains stalwart in his beliefs all the same, happy to accept whatever tools may be used for protection, but refusing to believe that the existence of something holy is why a cross is able to harm a demon and why a church is a threat towards them.

The man himself is a grouch of a man, moving into his early forties as he vehemently grumbles about superstition whenever someone nearby dares to call the monsters 'demons'. Rather than worry about the world's more mystical aspects, he focuses his mind on the physical aspects. He manages to keep his physique well in check and has spent what semblance of a 'career' one could make in this broken world centered around mechanical pursuits, repairing what scarce technologies come across his path and dismantling those that are too far gone so that he may understand them... Or at least have spare parts.

The man's life is centered around pragmatism, always working to better the small community he has grown with. Perhaps he never found love, or maybe he never wanted it. Nevertheless, he has spent all of his life working on one thing or another. Never content to leave a broken thing alone, it must always be fixed or repurposed. Any compassion the man shows only comes out rarely when he's happily fixing a toy for a child or making sure a family has their electricity. He largely ignores news of lands far beyond his own, save for the rare rumor of new technologies from Asia; rather that he would focus on the homefront and make sure that the people may last one more day, week, month, maybe even a year. Some might say he needs to rest, relax, and enjoy the time that he can in a world filled with horrors. He outright refuses to do so, ready to rest when the community he lives in is safe instead. A fate most would say is impossible.
 
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  • Steam Name: toby
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:597855612
  • Discord Name & ID: Pootis#6107
--- IC Section ---

  • Character Name: Bec Rakman
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour): Police Man
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine and melee):
    Level 5 Gun Skill,Level 35 Speed, Level 25 Medicine, Level 30 Melee
  • Backstory (The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory):
  • 2 Policemen Exit A Police Car

    Bec Looks At His Colleague And Says "So Why The Hell Are We Here Again?"
  • His Colleague Says "A Murder, Some Fucker Got His Head Blown Off."
  • Bec Says "Jesus H Christ..We Got Finger Prints?"
  • His Colleague Says "Nah, But People Say Some Kinda Demon Is Doing It"
  • Bec Says "Yeah Right, Lets Just Try And Investigate Anything Odd"
  • Bec and his colleague enter the building
  • Bec Says "Hey Look,Some Kinda Fucking...Symbol?"
  • His Colleague Responds Saying "Holy Shit...Its Written In Blood.."
  • Bec Says "Jesus.."
  • His Colleague Says "No Weapons Or Anything..Nothing Broken.."
  • Bec Says "Shit...Lets Get Outta Here"
  • Bec And His Colleague Enter The Police Car Again And Head Off To The Station


OOC Notes:
You are encouraged to co-ordinate with other applicants to make characters with long running relationships, such as two saviours who work together or two survivors who are long term friends.

Characters who's backstory demonstrate a strong understanding of the setting and history detailed above are more likely to be accepted.
I will not be accepting anyone until the final application wave where I will fill the entire roster. Feel Free to take your time making your application to be of a high quality.
 

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A SAVIOR.

He came out those woods. In a beanie, some flannel - torn apart jeans. And the bushiest damn beard you ever did see.

An axe was wielded over his shoulder.

He cut apart demons, left and right. Chopping them down.

Six feet of muscle and fat intermixed.

They say the Local Woodsman, a former lumberer came straight out of a Fairy Tale - he'd cut down the Big Bad Wolf, saved Little Red and went for demons next.

50 MELEE - 50 SPEED - 30 MEDICINE.

 
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Before the world fell into chaos, Officer Samuel Mitchell lived a life dedicated to upholding the law and protecting his community. As a police officer in a thriving town, he patrolled the streets with a sense of purpose, ensuring the safety and well-being of its residents. Samuel was respected and admired for his unwavering commitment to justice, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need.

However, everything changed when the demonic horde emerged, wreaking havoc upon their once-peaceful existence. Witnessing the devastation and the innocent lives torn apart, Samuel's heart sank with a deep sense of responsibility. He knew he had to do whatever it took to safeguard the people he had sworn to protect.

When the situation grew dire, Samuel made the difficult decision to lead a group of survivors underground, seeking refuge from the relentless onslaught. It was a tumultuous transition, marked by fear and uncertainty, as they grappled with the harsh realities of their new existence. Yet, despite the overwhelming odds, Samuel remained resolute in his duty to shield his fellow survivors from the clutches of the demonic forces.

In those underground tunnels, Samuel became a pillar of strength and hope for the community. His experience as a police officer guided their actions, and his unwavering dedication inspired others to persevere. Even in the face of despair, Samuel's leadership and determination provided a flicker of light in the darkness, reminding them that they were not alone.

As they awaited the arrival of potential help and the chance to reclaim their world, Samuel's resolve only grew stronger. He carried with him the memories of the peaceful town he once served, fueled by the desire to restore order and justice. The life he had known might have been shattered, but his unwavering spirit remained, driving him to protect and guide those who looked to him for strength in this unforgiving landscape.

Officer Samuel Mitchell's journey from a dedicated police officer to a guardian in a world overrun by darkness showcases his unwavering commitment to justice and his indomitable spirit. In the face of unimaginable adversity, he continues to fight for the safety and well-being of his fellow survivors, embodying the resilience and determination that humanity desperately needs to reclaim their world from the clutches of the fallen angels.
DENIED
This application unfortunately misunderstands the worldbuilding. Read over the world again and feel free to DM me in Discord if you're confused about anything. (Don't worry, I understand it's a fairly complex world)

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CHAR NAME: The Deep
CHAR ROLE: Priest
SKILLS: Great with aquatic life, strongest being on the planet.
BACKSTORY: Strongest member of The Seven, The Deep has taken to a religious life after his show "Deep thoughts with The Deep" was cancelled by liberals. He took up the priesthood and now fights demons
DENIED
Unfortunately, this application is for a highly competitive role that someone else has made a higher quality application for. Also, the skills don't add up to 130.



"Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds rest in thee."

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OOC SECTION
  • Steam Name: Finny
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:70511341
  • Discord Name & ID: Finny#8424

IC SECTION
  • Character Name: Nicolae "Nico" Lăzărescu, the Confessor
  • Character Role: Saviour (Nomadic priest)
  • Character Skills: Guns 0, Speed 30, Medicine 50, Melee 50

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
A towering figure at 6'8" in height, this man commands attention wherever he goes. Carries himself with an air of resilience and unwavering determination. Middle-aged, with the wisdom of years etched into his face, he possesses a timeless quality that belies the chaotic era he inhabits. Long, jet-black hair cascades down his back. His beard, full and carefully groomed, frames his face with a sense of authority and reverence. Eyes, a striking shade of grey-silver, shimmer with an intensity that hints at both his fervent devotion and his own inner battles. Drifting around him, like the robes of an ancient prophet, is a black cassock, the traditional attire of an Orthodox priest. At the center of it all, hanging prominently from a chain around his neck, is an Orthodox cross. Its intricate details have been carved with care.

  • BACKSTORY
  • "Blessed be God. Glory be to the Father."
  • "Nicolae... where should I start with that guy? Told me he was born in a small town, "Sibiu" or something, in Romania. From a young age, this man found solace in the teachings of the Orthodox Church, as it offered him a glimpse of hope... a way to make sense of the chaotic world around him, you could say. He was captivated by the rituals, the ancient texts, and the promise of salvation. As Nico delved deeper into his faith, he became... how should I say this... consumed by his religious studies. He immersed himself in the works of the church fathers, the lives of the saints, and all those complicated details of religious doctrines. His passion grew to an almost obsessive level, blurring the boundaries between devotion and madness. This constant presence of demons in our world only fueled his fervor, he saw it as a constant reminder of the battle between "good and evil."
  • Nico's journey from his homeland to here, the US, could not have been an easy one I tell you that. Can you imagine what that must've been like? With the world in disarray, travelling being as perilous as it is, and borders dissolved into mere lines on a map? Regardless, he was determined to spread the word of God and offer solace to those suffering, so he joined this group of survivors who were making their way westward. Together, needless to say, they faced countless dangers, fighting off demons and navigating treacherous landscapes.
  • It was during that journey that Nico's faith reached completely new heights. He told me how he witnessed unspeakable horrors, experienced personal loss, and saw the depths of human suffering. In the face of such darkness, his devotion to God only intensified, and apparently he vowed "to become a guiding light for those lost in the chaos."
  • After he arrived here, to the States, Nico found himself in this desolate landscape where nothing but remnants of cities lay in ruins and survivors struggled to cling to hope. On his way here, he encountered two fellow survivors, one of them being myself, who also shared his desire to rescue others and bring a glimmer of hope to the world.. although I believe "salvation" would be the word that Nico would use. Together we formed this unlikely alliance, combining our skills and resources we took off on this mission to reach a city rumored to still house survivors.
  • That other dude with us, luckily had a working car, Nico saw it as a "divine sign" that our path was guided by a higher power. Not only that, he apparently interpreted our meeting and our shared purpose as a testament to the importance of our mission. So yeah, we set out towards the city, determined to offer aid and hope to those who might still be fighting against these forces of darkness."
  • - One of the Saviours describing Nicolae's past

THE SLOW DRIFT TO INSANITY
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"There is one thing, O Christ, that I want, one thing I desire, one thing I ask for, and that is to be with You."
As Nicolae delved deeper into his religious studies and embarked on his mission to bring light to a darkened world, his unwavering devotion began to consume him. His obsession with religion gradually led him down a treacherous path, blurring the boundaries between religious zeal and the fragile line of sanity.
At first, Nicolae's fervor was seen as a testament to his unyielding faith, his unwavering dedication to the divine. However, as time passed, his spiritual pursuits grew increasingly all-consuming. He spent countless hours lost in ancient texts, seeking hidden meanings and revelations, often forsaking sleep and nourishment in his pursuit of divine wisdom.

His mind became a labyrinth of religious doctrines, prophecies, and mystic revelations, each piece meticulously analyzed and dissected. The world around him faded into insignificance, a mere backdrop to the grand tapestry of his religious fervor. His interactions with others became strained, his conversations often veering into lengthy sermons or impassioned exhortations, leaving those around him bewildered and uncertain.
As Nicolae's obsession with religion grew, his perception of reality began to fragment. The demons that plagued the world became not just external adversaries, but tangible manifestations of his own inner turmoil. He saw their influence in every corner, every act of suffering, their presence lurking in the shadows of his mind.
His obsession turned his thoughts into a labyrinth of guilt, fear, and self-doubt. He questioned his own worthiness, tortured by the belief that he was not doing enough to combat the encroaching darkness. The weight of his responsibility as a spiritual guide became a heavy burden, threatening to crush his spirit under its weight.

Visions and revelations, once a source of solace, now plagued Nicolae's restless nights. He became consumed by vivid dreams, prophetic nightmares that blurred the line between the divine and the demonic. Sleep became an elusive sanctuary, a realm in which he wrestled with his own fears and battled the very forces he sought to vanquish.

PENDING
This is a very strong application with a high likelihood of acceptation, however for now it is pending in case an even stronger collection of applicants apply for the same role.

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"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me"
(Psalm 23:4)

OOC Section

Steam Name: Raptorian
Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:419522897
Discord Name & ID: Raptorian#3138


IC Section

Character Name: "Father Gabriel"
Character Role: The Priest
Character Skills: 40 Guns, 40 Melee, 30 Speed, 20 Medical


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VERSE I - ORIGINAL SIN
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves."
(Matthew 7:15)

For as long as man has tread the Earth, the pursuit of knowledge and power has corrupted their minds. God gave unto man the Garden of Eden, and saw it was good. Yet Eve was tempted by Lucifer, who took on the form of a serpent, to partake in the fruit of forbidden knowledge. And as such, God witnessed the original sin, and saw it good to cast man out from the Garden of Eden, and His will was done.

We have paid for that mistake ever since.

The current year is unknown. Mankind turned unable, or perhaps unwilling, to record the thousands of days that have passed since the advent of sin. Those with the blessing-- or perhaps curse-- that is continued existence as the legions of daemonkind bear down upon them have seen it fit to huddle together in masses of disparate colonies and flocks. Some seek refuge in the inventions of man, some wish to find it in the arms of God- however a forsaken few have rendered themselves unto the armies of Satan for salvation.

One such group was led by the dark shepherd Amon, who lorded over a legion of no less than 80 men and women in the apocalyptic United States. Gabriel was born into this flock, and as such, into the service of Satan. Beget by a meager worshiper, he was anointed Abaddon, and fated to bring ruination to the worshipers of Christ. And so many of the first chapters of Abaddon's life were spent in darkness, training in martial prowess so that one day he may claim his spot in the host of daemons. In reward for their service, they would all be granted eternal life at the side of the fallen Prince of Hell.

Or so Amon claimed.




VERSE II - DAMNATION
"And the smoke of their torment goes up forever and ever, and they have no rest, day or night, these worshipers of the beast and its image, and whoever receives the mark of its name."
(Revelation 14:11)

On the eve of the thirtieth year of Abaddon's life, his flock's near-constant raids on other colonies for supplies and captives to sacrifice were put to an abrupt halt. Their colony was beset by a horde of daemons, led by the spirit Uriel. The cackling masses of the damned lit fire to the outskirts of their home, and the flames danced along wood and leaf until a circle of inferno had trapped those 80 men and women inside. Amon cast himself before the daemon Uriel, whose stature was that of three men, and whose wings stretched out like a dragon's. He plead with a voracity for life,

"Let your anger not be kindled against me, for I have kept your commandments and slain many in your name against the righteous god, that I may find favor in your sight."

And so the hordes of Uriel erupted into a cacophony of laughter and jeers, and the terrible Uriel lifted his hand against the shepherd Amon, who spake unto daemonkind with dread.

"Spare your servant my lord, for I could have served the light but have committed hate upon hate for the greatness of your evil. If you seek life, I beg you to take my flock, and let me go on my way, for I have stayed true to you and never grieved your name!"

And for a moment the symphony of death fell silent. The horde of daemons looked to Uriel in his contemplation for guidance, who lowered his hand from Amon and took on a visage of vile satisfaction. And so the second betrayal shook Abaddon, who had been abandoned by his gods, and by his shepherd. He withdrew his dagger and in one lunging strike had plunged it into the throat of Amon, who let out his final gasp, before falling onto the ground.

With the death of Amon the orchestral howls of the horde of daemons continued, their amusement only equal in measure to Abaddon's despair- and in a foul motion they came upon his flock like ravenous hounds and tore them asunder. Unable to bear this pain Abaddon placed upon his throat his own blade- yet before he could take his own life the daemon Uriel cast the blade aside. In an instant the great daemon vanished, and Abaddon felt his hands become tense and heavy.

He fell to his knees, clutching his chest. He felt as the daemon Uriel corrupted his body and soul, his influence spread from hand to arm, from foot to leg, from extremity to body, and from body to mind. Abaddon jerked to and fro desperately- seeking to reclaim his body to no avail. The last of his flock watched in horror as he rose, a newly-born vessel of evil, and claimed his dagger once more. He paced forth as the horde held their captives tightly, and Uriel, commanding the body of Abaddon, dug the steel into each and every one.




VERSE III - DELIVERANCE
"Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved."
(Acts 4:12)

For seven years did Abaddon, under the hand of Uriel, walk the Earth. By the fifth day of the seventh year, it had seemed an eternity had passed for Abaddon. Each action took in his stead by Uriel he felt the consequence of- and the daemon showed no measure of concern for the preservation of his being. He had gone through periods of gluttony, starvation, and torture alike. And so, by that fifth day, he had mind had teetered on the brink of collapse. His spirit almost gone as his body would be rendered nothing but a puppet without will. However in his desolation, God had performed a miracle.

There was an interruption to the blurred together days of wandering and feasting. With no warning, Abaddon felt his skull be struck by a steel implement, and in an instant he fell into unconsciousness. He felt something within his being fundamentally shifting- and came to under the Latin chants of Catholic priests. Abaddon detected faint smell of incense, and for the first time in what had felt like eons, a feeling of peace settled in. He could not make out the words of those around him, and instead chose to lay his head against the bed of hay in which he was laid in. It was then he noticed Uriel, ensconced in the Seal of Solomon, raging against the ethereal barrier in which trapped him. With this assurance, he fell into unconsciousness.

When Abaddon awoke he was tended to by a retinue of the clergy, each eager to greet and rush him out of bed. Barely able to move his own body he was aided by two young students, who carried him under his shoulders, and brought him before the leader of their parish. The Bishop was a portly man. Marked by his holy clothes, and highly decorated residence, the Bishop had laid Abaddon's fate clearly before him. He was the first successful exorcism that their group had achieved using the Lesser Key of Solomon, and they had hoped that with this breakthrough they could finally begin to meaningfully strike back against daemonkind.

Abaddon was offered two roads. He could either confess to his sins, of which were too many for any pure man to bear, and undergo baptism and be reborn under Christ- or he could hide his shame and leave the settlement without recourse. The sinner feared the wrath of God and His holy men, and thought that should he confess there could be no salvation for him.


He turned away from the men of God and walked along the path to make his exit. The clergy accepted his decision- all but one, at least. A young man, having turned away from a life of sin, sensed his hesitation. He burst forth and gripped the shoulder of Abaddon, and told him the word of God as quoted by the scripture.

"I was once like you, Abaddon. Of dark heart and ill intent- yet I turned away from sin and embraced God. Hear me now, Abaddon. 'Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.'"

With great hesitation Abaddon turned back to the settlement. Curious eyes laid upon him as he laid upon the crossroads of fate, his very soul in the balance. He tread back toward the Bishop, to whom he may confess, perhaps out of righteousness, or perhaps out of selfishness. Yet it would not matter, for he would find sanctuary in the light of God. He sang to the clergy every deed he partook in- while under possession and while not. He told of unspeakable evil, of his hatred- of his dark heart. Yet they stayed their hand and embraced him as one of their own.

Abaddon was taken by the Bishop to the river in which the town drew water, and instructed to lay still. With his baptism he would be a new man, and his sin would wash away, and he would be reborn under God by His graces. The Bishop spoke, submerging Abaddon as he did so:

"I baptize you in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. By the will of God, you shall rise again- and forsake the name Abaddon. No longer shall daemonkind hold influence over thee, and God alone will be your strength. As such I anoint you Gabriel, and this name you shall carry with you until the end of your days."

It has been two years since that fateful day in which Father Gabriel turned away from sin and embraced God. He has trained dilligently as a warrior of the faith, and has been ordained as such by the Bishop. Taking up the shield of God, he was sent to a lowly parish on the outskirts of his sect's influence, and had instruction to defend it against the evils of daemonkind. And as such he placed his life in dedication to this task, so that he may give his life to God and be saved, once and for all.
ACCEPTED
This is an extremely strong application - I'd feel bad not accepting this now, because I wouldn't want to be forced to choose between this application and another one of similar quality. Keep an eye on your Forum Conversations, I will be posting something for you there soon!

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  • Steam Name: MAXYOURFRIEND
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:87834445
  • Discord Name & ID: maxyourfriend (no ID)
--- IC Section ---
  • Character Name: Cyrus Caine
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour): Survivor
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine, and melee):
    Guns 20, Speed 40, Medicine 30, Melee 40
  • Backstory:


"Demons?"

In a world torn apart by biblical forces, it would be exceedingly hard to find one who refuses to recognize God and his relations. Yet, it seems they still exist even here. Cyrus is one of the few who refuses to recognize the monsters terrorizing the world as anything other than natural beings, outright scoffing at the proclamation of names such as "demon", "angel", or "devil". Most would claim this as ignorance or perhaps outright blasphemy, even insanity. Cyrus remains stalwart in his beliefs all the same, happy to accept whatever tools may be used for protection, but refusing to believe that the existence of something holy is why a cross is able to harm a demon and why a church is a threat towards them.

The man himself is a grouch of a man, moving into his early forties as he vehemently grumbles about superstition whenever someone nearby dares to call the monsters 'demons'. Rather than worry about the world's more mystical aspects, he focuses his mind on the physical aspects. He manages to keep his physique well in check and has spent what semblance of a 'career' one could make in this broken world centered around mechanical pursuits, repairing what scarce technologies come across his path and dismantling those that are too far gone so that he may understand them... Or at least have spare parts.

The man's life is centered around pragmatism, always working to better the small community he has grown with. Perhaps he never found love, or maybe he never wanted it. Nevertheless, he has spent all of his life working on one thing or another. Never content to leave a broken thing alone, it must always be fixed or repurposed. Any compassion the man shows only comes out rarely when he's happily fixing a toy for a child or making sure a family has their electricity. He largely ignores news of lands far beyond his own, save for the rare rumor of new technologies from Asia; rather that he would focus on the homefront and make sure that the people may last one more day, week, month, maybe even a year. Some might say he needs to rest, relax, and enjoy the time that he can in a world filled with horrors. He outright refuses to do so, ready to rest when the community he lives in is safe instead. A fate most would say is impossible.
PENDING
This is a strong application with a neat character idea, and has a high likelihood of acceptation. For now it is pending in case an even stronger collection of applicants apply for the same role.

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  • Steam Name: toby
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:597855612
  • Discord Name & ID: Pootis#6107
--- IC Section ---

  • Character Name: Bec Rakman
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour): Police Man
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine and melee):
    Level 5 Gun Skill,Level 35 Speed, Level 25 Medicine, Level 30 Melee
  • Backstory (The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory):
  • 2 Policemen Exit A Police Car

    Bec Looks At His Colleague And Says "So Why The Hell Are We Here Again?"
  • His Colleague Says "A Murder, Some Fucker Got His Head Blown Off."
  • Bec Says "Jesus H Christ..We Got Finger Prints?"
  • His Colleague Says "Nah, But People Say Some Kinda Demon Is Doing It"
  • Bec Says "Yeah Right, Lets Just Try And Investigate Anything Odd"
  • Bec and his colleague enter the building
  • Bec Says "Hey Look,Some Kinda Fucking...Symbol?"
  • His Colleague Responds Saying "Holy Shit...Its Written In Blood.."
  • Bec Says "Jesus.."
  • His Colleague Says "No Weapons Or Anything..Nothing Broken.."
  • Bec Says "Shit...Lets Get Outta Here"
  • Bec And His Colleague Enter The Police Car Again And Head Off To The Station


OOC Notes:
You are encouraged to co-ordinate with other applicants to make characters with long running relationships, such as two saviours who work together or two survivors who are long term friends.
Characters who's backstory demonstrate a strong understanding of the setting and history detailed above are more likely to be accepted.
I will not be accepting anyone until the final application wave where I will fill the entire roster. Feel Free to take your time making your application to be of a high quality.
DENIED
I do like the creative use of colour in this application, however, the skills do not add up to 130, and the formatting still leaves a little to be desired (from the overuse of bold and italics, and the structure of the dialogue in the backstory). Feel free to DM me on Discord if you have any more questions.


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A SAVIOR.

He came out those woods. In a beanie, some flannel - torn apart jeans. And the bushiest damn beard you ever did see.

An axe was wielded over his shoulder.

He cut apart demons, left and right. Chopping them down.

Six feet of muscle and fat intermixed.

They say the Local Woodsman, a former lumberer came straight out of a Fairy Tale - he'd cut down the Big Bad Wolf, saved Little Red and went for demons next.


50 MELEE - 50 SPEED - 30 MEDICINE.


PENDING
I had some deliberation about this one, mainly because it suits a very similar role to Finny's app above. For now I will put this as pending - but I will advise that you willy likely have your role changed to a survivor in the final review. If you want to keep your role as a saviour, feel free to make a new application that covers a different niche. DM me in Discord if you have any more questions.

If your application was denied, feel free to reapply on a new character, or readjust the same character in response to any criticism. Feel free to DM me if you have any questions, my discord is alessiodoomboy.
 
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  • Steam Name: Marco
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:39958603
  • Discord Name & ID: marco.7184
--- IC Section ---
  • Character Name:
  • Marco Giordano
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour):
  • Survivor
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine and melee):
  • 0 Guns, 50 Speed, 50 Medicine, 30 Melee
  • Backstory (The exact story of what happened in the few days prior to the event will happen in a forum conversation, so don't include this in your backstory):
Marco Giordano's Diary
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Genesis: I
Vatican City. The only place within the cold, dark continent of Europe with any resemblance of hope. It is the only place with no influence from the demons. Satanic spawn that constantly burn civilization down to rubble. We rebuild and they destroy; an endless cycle that seems impossible to end. My parents said the city was a safe haven and the center of Christianity.

Unfortunately, or perhaps luckily, I was not born anywhere near the war-torn continent. Instead born in a small hut on the outskirts of a village, even now I do not know what it was called. I witnessed demonic entities fly past every other week, and of which my family's only tool for defense was a brittle, though effective, cross. A mere wave of it was enough to deter 'lesser' demons from attacking. Even in the outskirts, migration was something that happened every week. The mere rumor of an incoming Demon horde was enough to spark paranoia in small settlements.

Despite the uncountable dangers that come with my continued existence, I wanted to become a doctor, there was no 'doctor school' where my aspirations could be met and so I scavenged for small books that barely taught me about the advanced field of medicine. My parents, who were refugees, emptily encouraged those dreams. Still, I stubbornly attempt to learn about medicine, even to this day. Some said I have a natural talent for it; those people being treated with a simple natural painkiller. I was stern in my words, wearing a facade of confidence, instilling hope in those around me to make them feel more comfortable during treatment. Unfortunately, the wounds inflicted by demons are not only physical...

Moving on, I found joy in exploration, as dangerous as it is. I never took in the look of nature as a child, something that I regret, even now as I am writing this entry. I wished for peace. I wished to not be afraid. A part of me wished for death. It is a shame that wishes never come true.


Exodus: II
After my time as a young child and teenager, it was time for me to take responsibility for those around me. My treatments slowly became more advanced, having found a medical professional in a city not far from my village. Said medical professional was not a doctor, but rather a peace officer. I really never understood them. Most of them were corrupt anyways. All except for him. He helped those around him, a pure Christian at heart. I admired him, so much so that I followed in his steps. I brazenly walked towards him and asked for his tutelage to become an officer like him. That is when I began my journey as a medically trained Officer.

I quickly learned that being a 'peace' officer wasn't about keeping the peace, it was about control. A force designed to keep us, Humans, in check. I was skeptical about this philosophy. My tutor echoed my concerns, though explained why control is more important than peace. He told me about scenarios and events where even a Police Officer was possessed and controlled by a Demon as his faith faltered, leading him to sabotage his own community. Not to mention, corpses roaming the streets. Haunting their former families. A fate worse than death.

Crime within the City was ever-growing. Whispers of the Damned tempt the kind-hearted to commit sins, trapping them within a cycle of remorse and guilt to ease their possession. Not to mention satanic cults sensed by the priests of the local Church. I could never have a connection to the divine as strong as those priests.

It was my duty to cleanse those Cults, many members having willingly been possessed by demons. I wielded my weapon alongside my fellow comrades. If these inhuman cultists worshipped hell so much, I'll send them there. We burnt the place down with the corpses. I fabricated a cover story for the incident. Telling people that they were living next to a 'cult' will only cause more paranoia and fear, and that will only bring more Demons within our city.
 
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  • Steam Name: MCGSCEFFAAWHETJH55555
  • Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:33130062
  • Discord Name & ID: MCG (mcg55555)
--- IC Section ---
  • Character Name: Bill Greenwood
  • Character Role (Survivor, Police Officer, Priest, or Saviour): Savior
    Character Skills (they should add up to 130 and only include guns, speed, medicine, and melee):
    Guns 40, Speed 40, Medicine 15, Melee 35
  • Backstory:


Bill fortunately found himself growing up in an unexpectedly safe settlement around Asia. He did not know exactly how or why he was within that specific continent, aside from the fact that he and his family stuck out like a sore thumb in the area. All he could do was make vague guesses about how they managed to get here, such as his antecedents likely trying to escape the chaos that was Europe and the like.

When he grew up, he had to contribute to the settlement just like any other person, volunteering or otherwise. He was never the best at anything besides scavenging, but he did find himself picking up certain talents a bit better than the rest, resulting in a reliable, well-rounded fellow who could be counted on to make the most of his situation.

Still, the standards were simply much too high for him to be a valuable member of the community, his reliability only getting him so far. As such, he was volunteered like a few others to leave the settlement to represent them, with the mission to assist others in less fortunate areas around the world. That was a couple months ago, at least... Bill eventually found himself landing in one of the American shores, along with a handful of people, splitting up immediately to achieve their goal. It didn't take long before he ran into other unaffiliated like-minded people...
 
THE ESCOBAR HOUSEHOLD
Saviors From Mexico!

Three family members. A father, and two sons; hailing from a shoddy community somewhere in Mexico. Cartels have come for their head, and a nomadic life was the only way out of a cruel fate; but it seems a roadblock has set itself up. Africa is so close within their sights, but they hear the distress calls of those up ahead.
"It's not worth it to stop." The youngest of the two brothers proclaims,

"But what would God think of us to leave people to their demise?" The oldest retorts. Their bickering is interrupted by the wave of the father, one hand still steadily on the steering wheel; "I'm settling it; we're just going to make a quick stop. Besides, we've been on the roads for who knows how long? A week? It'll be good to stretch our legs." And with that, his say was final. The two brothers continue their hushed mutterings of anxiousness, pondering what is to come of them.

And so, the family set their courses for a new, temporary destination. They're armed with what little they were able to uproot in their home, and their diligence on the English language varies between the trio. But, morale is high; one wonders when this is going to change. Their trust in God shall be put to the test during these tribulations and trials that are sure to come with this 'pit stop'. However, one thing still hadn't been made set in stone; who were these mysterious foreigners? It was only natural to start with...

THE FATHER
Carlos Escobar! ( Played by @Donavin Jones )
50 GUNS
50 SPEED
20 MELEE
10 MEDICAL



The voice of reason, the level-headed and wise elder (or, at least 'old' for a world where people die young). Carlos Escobar tried to always make the best of the world he was born in, the slums of a quite large community dotted near the borders of America; in Mexico. Crime was rampant in the streets, but he didn't let that stop his true passion. At a young age, he took up the mantle of a simple job; a ferryman of sorts. He was one of the few people in the town that was able to get their hands on a proper, working vehicle, one he had spent months repairing an old beaut he salvaged on one of his old scavenging trips far out from the reaches of the community.

He clung to it like glue, and it became a passion project that inevitably paid off; he was seen as one of the luckiest of the crew, to be gifted a reliable-enough vehicle. From there, Carlos became one of the few people in the community to open up a 'taxi' service of sorts. As the community they lived in was actually multiple settlements strung along the side of the border, someone with a working car was valued highly; and Carlos was the man to get people to their destinations. For the next decade or so, he ferried people along from settlement to settlement; and sometimes the occasional contract allowed him to see far off from the community. He's carried important people, politicians, the well-armed, and the ones down on their luck.

There hasn't been a colorful character Carlos hasn't seen, all while still being a simple man with a simple job. There was one person he picked up who he would never forget, though, and that was his soon-to-be wife; a lovely woman with a name he can't ever forget. Even though she is now long gone from his life, her legacy still lives on in her children; the oldest of them being...

THE FOUL
Mitigious Escobar! ( Played by @Fallizs )
50 MELEE
50 AGILITY
20 GUNS
10 MEDICAL


A blabbermouth. One who can't keep his mouth shut; the best way to describe Mitigious Escobar. He was a voice causing annoyance but attempted to always make the situation they were in liveable. Despite the ramping crime on the rise inside the area they resided, his friends allowed him a gateway for a careless attitude toward anything. His father - in his shining self - allowed him to have a good childhood passing him along to an array of jobs for the community around him. Starting at a basic job of a volunteer Firefighter, he grasped the sense of pride that he garnered off from it but ventured to the higher passions that he so wanted.

After his father, with the dazzling rare automobile he had in comparison to his current area, catered him around the town a few times; he dreamt of the speed that it could reach and wished he himself could do it through the power of running. Of course, not all lasts for so long. When Marcelino caused the ascending cartels to smite upon their family with great force - a course of running away from their problems became apparent, and they devised the idea to get into the place of dreams so few people were able to reach: The United States.

Naturally, the state of the world those three resided in began to worsen altogether and the longing border they've managed to get over seemed to get further away from the ever-growing situation upon the earth, their father disallowed them to break their hope; residing into calling it an array of names in the religious manners they grew up with - their faith unbreakable together. In a manner of thoughts devised in the future they hadn't planned at all, they chose to drive towards the embrace of a safe utopia. Dangers lurk beyond every corner, but these troubles are alleviated with the help of his younger brother...

THE FOOL
Marcelino Escobar! ( Played by @Landon )
50 MEDICINE
50 SPEED
30 GUNS


A crackpot doctor, who found their passion early in life. They loved the idea of mortality, and always saw things with a more science-based approach (not to say he wasn't religious, simply some more than others). It was especially during the untimely death of his mother that he decided to dive deeper into the world of catholicism, and eventually found a good medium between the realm of science and religion that he juggled nigh-seamlessly. Marcelino was one of the only few physicians in the community, and his job was well sought after; he found himself becoming the breadwinner of their family due to his extensive knowledge of such things.

He was extensive and dabbled a bit in many medical-related studies, and though his popularity had its merits; he soon ran into trouble with it. A group known within the underground of their settlement showed their heads, and many feared them as a cutthroat cartel that didn't hesitate to leave you strung on light posts if you wronged them. Marcelino tried to jump around their conversations and avoid them to the best of his ability, but the lucky streak ran out once they finally got to the point. They wanted him to join their crew, as a crackpot chemist to concoct their potent drugs. Of course, he couldn't say no; he had to think of his family, and what danger he could be putting them in if he declined their 'offer'.

And so he worked for them, tirelessly for years; but it was manageable, and he made some quick bucks from it. However, Marcelino couldn't live with himself; he was worsening his community every day with the drug problem. And, to top it all off, he was LYING to his family! At this moment, he consulted with God and found that the best course of action was to consult his family about this. Of course, they were furious and urged Marcelino to march on up there and give his formal resignation to the group. And so the naive physician did, and the cartel did not take it quite lightly; driving the family out of the community with vicious threats to their wellbeing.

Now the group is on their own, in the cruel and unknown world; and Marcelino can't help but think he's to blame for all of this.
 
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