No, I'm Not a Human

[alessiodoomboy]

I'm a Manipulator

People are saying these are the end times. Authorities have declared a state of emergency, and are urging all citizens to remain indoors during daylight hours. A few days ago there was a powerful solar energy eruption, and ever since the flare the air temperatures have peaked high enough to scorch anyone outside during the day.

Since the incident, there has been sightings of strange people emerging from the underground. Eyewitnesses have reported contact with these strange visitors around your area. FEMA have begun to investigate ways to differentiate these visitors from regular people, with the only advice to avoid them now to make sure you are not alone in your house and to avoid going outdoors unless necessary.

You're once homely suburbs has been growing more and more desolate for years, and now that this disaster has struck it's hard to tell if the buildings around yours are even occupied, or if your residence is the last.

ROLES
Homeowner (0/1)
Armed with a loaded firearm, you've decided to stay in your home and hope whatever food supplies you have available are enough to weather the storm. You're reliant on refugees to keep yourself safe from the threat of visitors. You don't want to know what happens to those who live alone... But letting people in means letting them in too.

Refugees (0/∞)
For one reason or another you're without a place to stay during what looks like the apocolypse. Maybe you were kicked out of wherever you were before. Maybe you were driven out of your home, or maybe you chose to leave knowing you were living alone. You don't want to be alone...

Visitors (???)
Something from another world, or... maybe not... You're a fully grown creature, risen from the ground in the shape of a human with a few physical features that could identify you as a mimic.

If you are applying for this role, apply as a normal refugee and message the Event Host on Discord (alessiodoomboy) or via forum conversation. You should be prepared to play the applied character as a normal human in the event that someone else is given the role of visitor.
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Application format.

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name:
• Steam ID:
• Discord Name & ID:

--- IC Section ---

• Name:
• Role:
• Backstory:
• Physical Description:

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Event is scheduled for the 16/17th of November!
Please be detailed with your physical descriptions. These will be editted for the event date to add to the atmosphere of paranoia.
Metagaming your role to other players will result in a ban.

An adaptation of the Game; No, I'm Not a Human on Steam for a roleplay environment.​

 

[Elsida]

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: ELSIDA
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:79612832
• Discord Name & ID: ELSIDA elsida

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Harry Ramirez
  
  
• Role: Home owner
  
  
• Backstory: Harry Ramirez was born in Salem,Oregon his mother, Jennifer Ramirez, died when he was very young, his father raise him having to work two jobs but that didn't matter to him he would take Harry to hunt once in a while, in one of those times when Harry was old enough his father bought him a double barrel shotgun.
  After some time, on one of the hunting trips his father was attacked by a bear leaving him badly injured, but he was alone his father died on him he had to carry his body 10 Km before reaching the nearest camp, Harry cried for days with no one to help him he bought a farm in the outskirts leaving a quiet and peaceful life until the sun started to do weird things.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  Harry is 170cm tall his skin is tanned and his hands are full of cuts and calluses he wears a whit shirt white blue jeans and brown shoes he has a little baseball hat that his father gave him.

 

[Cengiz]

Application format.

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: Cengo
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:113942347
• Discord Name & ID: cengo62

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Mustafa Bayraktar
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory: Mustafa Bayraktar was born and raised in Oregon. His life was tough from the start, his mother had passed away when he was just a child. Mustafa grew up with his older brothers who he shared a deep bond with. Yet fate had different plans for Mustafa, unlike his older brother was Mustafa given the chance to attend High school and to pursue an education.
  
  He dreamed of becoming a doctor, Mustafa pushed himself hard earning good grades and eventually getting the chance to study within a medical school. This meant that he had to leave his father and his brothers which wasn't easy for him. Years of studying and hard work paid off and Mustafa finally achieved of becoming a doctor.
  
  Proud of himself, he returned home to share his achievements, So Mustafa moved back to Oregon to live with his brother but soon, strange things began to happen and he had to seek shelter somewhere, lucky he found a place in a home nearby.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  
  Diego is 175 cm tall his skin is tanned, he is wearing a Doctor's coat. He has brown eyes and and a mustache. He is also wearing a Satchel and a backpack where he likes to keep his medical equipment inside of, that he had bought of from one of the pharmacy in town.

 

[alessiodoomboy]

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: ELSIDA
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:79612832
• Discord Name & ID: ELSIDA elsida

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Harry Ramirez
  
  
• Role: Home owner
  
  
• Backstory: Harry Ramirez was born in Salem,Oregon his mother, Jennifer Ramirez, died when he was very young, his father raise him having to work two jobs but that didn't matter to him he would take Harry to hunt once in a while, in one of those times when Harry was old enough his father bought him a double barrel shotgun.
  After some time, on one of the hunting trips his father was attacked by a bear leaving him badly injured, but he was alone his father died on him he had to carry his body 10 Km before reaching the nearest camp, Harry cried for days with no one to help him he bought a farm in the outskirts leaving a quiet and peaceful life until the sun started to do weird things.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  Harry is 170cm tall his skin is tanned and his hands are full of cuts and calluses he wears a whit shirt white blue jeans and brown shoes he has a little baseball hat that his father gave him.

Application format.

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: Cengo
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:113942347
• Discord Name & ID: cengo62

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Diego Ramirez
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory: Diego Ramirez was born and raised in Salem, Oregon alongside his brother Harry Ramirez. His life was tough from the start, his mother Jennifer ramirez had passed away when he was just a child. Diego grew up with his older brother Harry who he shared a deep bond with. Yet fate had different plans for Diego, unlike Harry was Diego given the chance to attend High school and to pursue an education.
  
  He dreamed of becoming a doctor, diego pushed himself hard earning good grades and eventually getting the chance to study within a medical school. This meant that he had to leave his father and his brother which wasn't easy for him. Years of studying and hard work paid off and Diego finally achieved of becoming a doctor.
  
  Proud of himself, he returned home to share his achievements, only to discover depressing news that his father had passed away. With Harry being left as the only family member. So Diego moved back to Oregon to live with his brother but soon, strange things began to happen and Diego made himself a promise to protect his brother, no matter what. After all harry was the only thing he had left in this life.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  
  Diego is 175 cm tall his skin is tanned, he is wearing a Doctor's coat. He has brown eyes and and a mustache. He is also wearing a Satchel and a backpack where he likes to keep his medical equipment inside of, that he had bought of from one of the pharmacy in town.

Due to the event heavily relying on an atmosphere of paranoia that arises from the characters being uncertain about their peers, characters with shared back stories are not permitted, as they are able to trust each other unconditionally, as they know the other is not a mimic.

Please edit your application in accordance with this.

 

[RileyTheRoomba]

[U]Ego solliciti in crastinum[U]

Spoiler: Midday Deluge

They picked up, even though the phones are down.

My Mother cried as I tried to explain.

That by no means could I let her know where I am.

Her irate voice was not her own.​

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: RileyTheRoomba
• Steam ID: STEAM_1:0:128264964
• Discord Name & ID: RileyTheRoomba

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Theresa Macintosh
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory: Run of the mill small town American girl, born to two unassuming hard-nosed parents who've started from nothing and work hard to maintain the modest life they live. Aspirations of authorship have led her to the local university to follow studies there, preferring to remain near home rather then travel out of state, for the adventures of the real world never could quite compare to those between the pages of books. It's in them she would often find herself, sequestered from the world at large, an adolescence largely devoid of friends or social secrets beyond the one or two others who shared in her interests and passions.
  
  Though not laying claim to a large social circle, she's far from an unfamiliar face in town. Many hours dedicated to volunteering. Seldom a public christmas dinner where she's not behind the serving tray, scooping mashed potatoes and pouring piping hot gravy on turkey. The avid imaginer stalks the streets in search of the perfect photograph, captured on her accursed kodak.
  
  Her parents had flown for Florida before it all began. Left alone.
• Physical Description:
  A somewhat withdrawn and head-in-the-clouds young woman, standing at an unassuming height of 5'5", and sporting a full head of chestnut hair that runs passed her shoulders and pools along her back. Her bangs are sacred, and seldom does she let them be trimmed unless absolutely necessary. A round face sits beyond it all, shapely and clear of much in regards to blemishes. Brown orbs jump out against white seas, wide eyes brimming with life largely self-contained.​
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The Neighbors' lights turn on abruptly.
  
  As I stare out into the long night.
  
  The house's been on the market for two years.
  
  - - -
  
  The front door rattles, a man calls for help.
  
  He screams and cries as the night takes him away.
  
  Chunks of fingernail stuck in the hardwood when I check in the morning.
  
  - - -
  
  The News came on the other day.
  
  I stop and squint at the television screen.
  
  Watching the unfamiliar hosts stand and stare back.
  
  - - -
  
  I cannot continue to live like this.
  
  There is no happy resolution, we face the abyss.
  
  God has abandoned us, and lives in bliss.​

 

[LyingFox]

. . .

-- wake up.


..

? Come on! You're scaring me -- WAKE UP

!

!


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: I always hated that day. The smell of the air, the stench.

: . . I watched it eat Heather alive, I stood there and watched.

: I could have done something, but I didn't. That thing still watches me.

: It watches me through the windows, on the street, they burn in the light.

: I can't set myself on fire to keep others warm.

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: I almost forgot my name, the other day.

: All I do is watch the news and sleep.. A beer if I have free time.

: I don't even know if the people who knock on the door are real or not.

: The only thing I feel safe with is my Remington, thank God for buckshot.

: .. I'm scared, about what will come to me.

: People -- Real or not, they keep knocking, asking for shelter.

: . . Ma' raised me better, it might be time to take a risk.

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I'm a homeowner, one of the last around here.
Everyone either moved or burned into flames.

I'm 5'10", a stocky build with enough muscle to do day-to-day actions.
A grown beard, a cap that never leaves my head.

My pants are often rugged with dirt, my shirt is the same.
I have rough features on my face, I can't remember where I got the scar on my chin.
I suffer from early-onset Alzheimer's.

My name is

, I can't forget it.



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[LyingFox]

..

? Come on! You're scaring me -- WAKE UP

!


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Finished, was going to add a myspace thing but.. Riley's format won't let me edit any text.

 

[Craw]

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KEN ROOKER ​

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"Knew this shit was gonna come one day, America made one too many enemies..."

"Old miss Palmer managed to get in the backdoor last night...least what 'tried' to be her..."

"If Afghanistan taught me anything, it was how to get my finger on the trigger quick..."


"Can't stay here now...her body'll attract those things, gotta keep moving..."

"I'll scoop up whatever ammo I can and head off to the next town over, woods should be clear..."

"Whoever this was, Koreans, Soviets or even the damn Chinese, they wont get me'

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"They wont...get...me"​

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Spoiler: OOC

-- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: General_Claw36
• Steam ID: 76561199149030942
• Discord Name & ID: Craw419#9525

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Kenneth Rooker
• Role: Refugee

• Backstory: An ex-soldier who server in the Afghanistan War. Kenneth Rooker served in the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit as a Gunnery Sergeant. As many veterans of wars, Ken had seen the terrifying cost of war from the death of his comrades in arms to the massacre of innocent villages...

• Ken always knew something like this would happen...some foreign dictator would pull some horrid new chemical weapon and plunge the United States into apocalyptic turmoil...But, as a natural doomsday pepper, he had already had his home stocked up with all the necessities a man could need for the end of the world. As days passed by, Ken, locked safely in his home had to deal with his neighbours begging at the door to be let in...He knew they weren't themselves, was it their twitchy eyes? Maybe one of their fingers was an inch too long? Nah...didn't matter...he put em down all the same, better safe than dead.

• Last night however, his bunker had been breached and one of the neighbours got in, his home wasn't secure anymore, so he packed up his stuff and it was time to find a new home base"

• Physical Description: Ken stands at 6'1 with Brown eyes and a bushy head of hair that connects to his greying beard with small strokes of brown colour. He often wears the average flannel shirt with denim jeans, stained here and there with god knows what. He wears a bandolier strap over his shoulder and across his chest which holds a few empty shotgun shells. Along the left side of his neck is a nasty looking slash scar. Oh his left shoulder there is a tattoo of the American flag with an eagle soaring past it.

 

[RedHotGinger]

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: Redhotginger
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:45104731
• Discord Name & ID: redhotginger

--- IC Section ---

That which provides, always comes to harvest​

• Name: Quincy McFarland
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory:

Quincy was brought into the world with two loving parents, who themselves brought him into it willingly and with great plans. All that would be their lives was adjusted for and considered before Quincy was but a thought on their mind. Their house, an old three bedroom ranch that was nestled in a quiet alcove within the deep south. It was an old family property which was painstakingly held by bitter grandparents and stubborn grit for over sixty years, which now awaited to shelter its next generation. A battered but inspired SUV was hastily leveraged so that the family would never miss a beat in the wide country. One hundred and five years of family history within the home country, and unknown generations struggling before even arriving to such a land, led to this.

That future was gone before he could even remember those great aspirations he was never told.

Mother and Father were both butchered on a hot summers day while he sat in his stroller, none the wiser. He broiled in that heat for over an hour, only spared it once the wailing caught a chance ear. He remembered nothing of it, which was for the better as the case was a landmark of brutality for his entire county. Then once the details came, it became a statewide sensation. Quincy was but a footnote in that intrigue. Memory was not needed for that brief period to become Quincy's entire life. Hundreds of years of planning, undone by mere hours.

In what realm was trust worth it?

Bouncing between adoption centers and never a home, Quincy devolved from introvert to isolationist. From Isolationist to agoraphobic. From agoraphoic...to a world of his own. His talent for the digital awarded him steady finances, which he used to secure the home that was earned by familial blood and lost just the same. Blackout curtains, triple locks on each door. Windows lined and guarded with redundant panes and boards between each. Chimney filled in, backyard fenced high only falling short of wire. The world was nothing which could not be accessed from his many computers and laptops. As for all that could not? He never desired it.

In time, he found he hated it. Lies upon lies. Malice flowing into rivers of hate.

Finding himself terminally online, he consumed all the worlds truths, the more bitter, all the better for it. No conspiracy went unclaimed, no government black-site or cultist reservoir escaped his knowledge. He had no need to step into the light of the world when he could so freely delve into its shadowy depths. He hated it, for all it was. Society was a thin blanket over barbarians. The sun was nothing more than the brightest illusion of them all.

So when the veil lifted and the great furnace revealed itself, minions of the underworld coming to roost, there was no shock. Who better to know of these things before they even happened? Quincy claims no less and in the dark of night, on the first day of the last days, he stepped back into the world.

• Physical Description:

A man of average height who follows behind an engorged, protruding belly. Enveloped by deathly pale skin and unkempt greasy hair. Glasses sit snug ahead of eyes long deprived of light, dilated much of the time. His cheeks are puffy, despite arms that hang lank and unimposing. Heftier legs carry his increased bulk with tired determination. Nails are kept trimmed to perfection. Doused in artificial fragrances. Promotes a slouched posture even when standing. Has no significant facial hair.

 

[Raptorian]

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"Where you headed?"

Shelby shrugged his shoulders, haphazardly handing off a near empty tin-can to a fellow vagrant.

"I dunno. You?"

He was met with a smile from the boy sitting across from him. The scruffy train hopper was missing a front tooth, yet his grin paid no mind. Laid in his lap was an old point-and-shoot, one he gripped tightly for fear of losing to the tracks below.

"Away from here. Scoot over- Let's take a picture, c'mon."

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Physical Description
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The quintessential picture of ugly Americana. Shelby is a freckled vagrant wearing tattered, dirty clothing- with long and unkempt chestnut hair. His hands stick to the pockets of an old workman's jacket filled with rips and holes, colored a dull brown matching with his taupe eyes. Nicks and scars cover his hands suggesting a long past of unpleasant journeys. A tired, yet fulfilled look hangs on his face- matched by a yellowed grin. There's an air of absent-mindedness about him while he is silent, and he often fidgets with the holes in his jacket while his mind seems to wander.

 

[Marco]

Spoiler: OOC

--- OOC Section ---

Steam Name:
Marco

Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:39958603


Discord Name & ID:
marco.7184

Backstory:

An urban girl. Accidentally born, yet born with everything. A bastard, reclusive, dramatic, bratty. She owned it all, everything and anything she wanted she got. Her parents whimsical at best, absent at worst. A parasite on those around her, taking everything and giving nothing in return. It got her kicked out of her last camp. It got her friends killed. It led to her family pushing her away. Now, she has nothing.

Physical Description:

A malnourished woman, cheeks inexplicably thin with a impossibly sharp jaw. Silky black hair running flowing past her shoulders, maintained well. Bloodshot blue eyes with the constant whimper of sorrow. Long legs, akin to that of a ballerena. Clean and straight nails, colored black. A pure set of white teeth, unused and undamaged. When she isn't covering it, her face is one of despair and melancholy.​

 

[alessiodoomboy]

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: ELSIDA
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:79612832
• Discord Name & ID: ELSIDA elsida

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Harry Ramirez
  
  
• Role: Home owner
  
  
• Backstory: Harry Ramirez was born in Salem,Oregon his mother, Jennifer Ramirez, died when he was very young, his father raise him having to work two jobs but that didn't matter to him he would take Harry to hunt once in a while, in one of those times when Harry was old enough his father bought him a double barrel shotgun.
  After some time, on one of the hunting trips his father was attacked by a bear leaving him badly injured, but he was alone his father died on him he had to carry his body 10 Km before reaching the nearest camp, Harry cried for days with no one to help him he bought a farm in the outskirts leaving a quiet and peaceful life until the sun started to do weird things.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  Harry is 170cm tall his skin is tanned and his hands are full of cuts and calluses he wears a whit shirt white blue jeans and brown shoes he has a little baseball hat that his father gave him.

Accepted as a "Refugee".

Application format.

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: Cengo
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:113942347
• Discord Name & ID: cengo62

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Mustafa Bayraktar
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory: Mustafa Bayraktar was born and raised in Oregon. His life was tough from the start, his mother had passed away when he was just a child. Mustafa grew up with his older brothers who he shared a deep bond with. Yet fate had different plans for Mustafa, unlike his older brother was Mustafa given the chance to attend High school and to pursue an education.
  
  He dreamed of becoming a doctor, Mustafa pushed himself hard earning good grades and eventually getting the chance to study within a medical school. This meant that he had to leave his father and his brothers which wasn't easy for him. Years of studying and hard work paid off and Mustafa finally achieved of becoming a doctor.
  
  Proud of himself, he returned home to share his achievements, So Mustafa moved back to Oregon to live with his brother but soon, strange things began to happen and he had to seek shelter somewhere, lucky he found a place in a home nearby.
  
  
• Physical Description:
  
  Diego is 175 cm tall his skin is tanned, he is wearing a Doctor's coat. He has brown eyes and and a mustache. He is also wearing a Satchel and a backpack where he likes to keep his medical equipment inside of, that he had bought of from one of the pharmacy in town.

Accepted as

[U]Ego solliciti in crastinum[U]

View attachment 39263

Spoiler: Midday Deluge

They picked up, even though the phones are down.

My Mother cried as I tried to explain.

That by no means could I let her know where I am.

Her irate voice was not her own.​

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: RileyTheRoomba
• Steam ID: STEAM_1:0:128264964
• Discord Name & ID: RileyTheRoomba

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Theresa Macintosh
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory: Run of the mill small town American girl, born to two unassuming hard-nosed parents who've started from nothing and work hard to maintain the modest life they live. Aspirations of authorship have led her to the local university to follow studies there, preferring to remain near home rather then travel out of state, for the adventures of the real world never could quite compare to those between the pages of books. It's in them she would often find herself, sequestered from the world at large, an adolescence largely devoid of friends or social secrets beyond the one or two others who shared in her interests and passions.
  
  Though not laying claim to a large social circle, she's far from an unfamiliar face in town. Many hours dedicated to volunteering. Seldom a public christmas dinner where she's not behind the serving tray, scooping mashed potatoes and pouring piping hot gravy on turkey. The avid imaginer stalks the streets in search of the perfect photograph, captured on her accursed kodak.
  
  Her parents had flown for Florida before it all began. Left alone.
• Physical Description:
  A somewhat withdrawn and head-in-the-clouds young woman, standing at an unassuming height of 5'5", and sporting a full head of chestnut hair that runs passed her shoulders and pools along her back. Her bangs are sacred, and seldom does she let them be trimmed unless absolutely necessary. A round face sits beyond it all, shapely and clear of much in regards to blemishes. Brown orbs jump out against white seas, wide eyes brimming with life largely self-contained.​
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  View attachment 39266
  
  The Neighbors' lights turn on abruptly.
  
  As I stare out into the long night.
  
  The house's been on the market for two years.
  
  - - -
  
  The front door rattles, a man calls for help.
  
  He screams and cries as the night takes him away.
  
  Chunks of fingernail stuck in the hardwood when I check in the morning.
  
  - - -
  
  The News came on the other day.
  
  I stop and squint at the television screen.
  
  Watching the unfamiliar hosts stand and stare back.
  
  - - -
  
  I cannot continue to live like this.
  
  There is no happy resolution, we face the abyss.
  
  God has abandoned us, and lives in bliss.​

Accepted

. . .

-- wake up.


..

? Come on! You're scaring me -- WAKE UP

!

!


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View attachment 39267​

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: I always hated that day. The smell of the air, the stench.

: . . I watched it eat Heather alive, I stood there and watched.

: I could have done something, but I didn't. That thing still watches me.

: It watches me through the windows, on the street, they burn in the light.

: I can't set myself on fire to keep others warm.

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View attachment 39268

: I almost forgot my name, the other day.

: All I do is watch the news and sleep.. A beer if I have free time.

: I don't even know if the people who knock on the door are real or not.

: The only thing I feel safe with is my Remington, thank God for buckshot.

: .. I'm scared, about what will come to me.

: People -- Real or not, they keep knocking, asking for shelter.

: . . Ma' raised me better, it might be time to take a risk.

---

I'm a homeowner, one of the last around here.
Everyone either moved or burned into flames.

I'm 5'10", a stocky build with enough muscle to do day-to-day actions.
A grown beard, a cap that never leaves my head.

My pants are often rugged with dirt, my shirt is the same.
I have rough features on my face, I can't remember where I got the scar on my chin.
I suffer from early-onset Alzheimer's.

My name is

, I can't forget it.



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Accepted - Home owner

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KEN ROOKER ​

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"Knew this shit was gonna come one day, America made one too many enemies..."

"Old miss Palmer managed to get in the backdoor last night...least what 'tried' to be her..."

"If Afghanistan taught me anything, it was how to get my finger on the trigger quick..."


"Can't stay here now...her body'll attract those things, gotta keep moving..."

"I'll scoop up whatever ammo I can and head off to the next town over, woods should be clear..."

"Whoever this was, Koreans, Soviets or even the damn Chinese, they wont get me'

​

"They wont...get...me"​

View attachment 39296

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Spoiler: OOC

-- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: General_Claw36
• Steam ID: 76561199149030942
• Discord Name & ID: Craw419#9525

--- IC Section ---

• Name: Kenneth Rooker
• Role: Refugee

• Backstory: An ex-soldier who server in the Afghanistan War. Kenneth Rooker served in the 15th Marine Expeditionary Unit as a Gunnery Sergeant. As many veterans of wars, Ken had seen the terrifying cost of war from the death of his comrades in arms to the massacre of innocent villages...

• Ken always knew something like this would happen...some foreign dictator would pull some horrid new chemical weapon and plunge the United States into apocalyptic turmoil...But, as a natural doomsday pepper, he had already had his home stocked up with all the necessities a man could need for the end of the world. As days passed by, Ken, locked safely in his home had to deal with his neighbours begging at the door to be let in...He knew they weren't themselves, was it their twitchy eyes? Maybe one of their fingers was an inch too long? Nah...didn't matter...he put em down all the same, better safe than dead.

• Last night however, his bunker had been breached and one of the neighbours got in, his home wasn't secure anymore, so he packed up his stuff and it was time to find a new home base"

• Physical Description: Ken stands at 6'1 with Brown eyes and a bushy head of hair that connects to his greying beard with small strokes of brown colour. He often wears the average flannel shirt with denim jeans, stained here and there with god knows what. He wears a bandolier strap over his shoulder and across his chest which holds a few empty shotgun shells. Along the left side of his neck is a nasty looking slash scar. Oh his left shoulder there is a tattoo of the American flag with an eagle soaring past it.

Accepted

--- OOC Section ---

• Steam Name: Redhotginger
• Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:45104731
• Discord Name & ID: redhotginger

--- IC Section ---

View attachment 39345
That which provides, always comes to harvest​

• Name: Quincy McFarland
• Role: Refugee
• Backstory:

Quincy was brought into the world with two loving parents, who themselves brought him into it willingly and with great plans. All that would be their lives was adjusted for and considered before Quincy was but a thought on their mind. Their house, an old three bedroom ranch that was nestled in a quiet alcove within the deep south. It was an old family property which was painstakingly held by bitter grandparents and stubborn grit for over sixty years, which now awaited to shelter its next generation. A battered but inspired SUV was hastily leveraged so that the family would never miss a beat in the wide country. One hundred and five years of family history within the home country, and unknown generations struggling before even arriving to such a land, led to this.

That future was gone before he could even remember those great aspirations he was never told.

Mother and Father were both butchered on a hot summers day while he sat in his stroller, none the wiser. He broiled in that heat for over an hour, only spared it once the wailing caught a chance ear. He remembered nothing of it, which was for the better as the case was a landmark of brutality for his entire county. Then once the details came, it became a statewide sensation. Quincy was but a footnote in that intrigue. Memory was not needed for that brief period to become Quincy's entire life. Hundreds of years of planning, undone by mere hours.

In what realm was trust worth it?

Bouncing between adoption centers and never a home, Quincy devolved from introvert to isolationist. From Isolationist to agoraphobic. From agoraphoic...to a world of his own. His talent for the digital awarded him steady finances, which he used to secure the home that was earned by familial blood and lost just the same. Blackout curtains, triple locks on each door. Windows lined and guarded with redundant panes and boards between each. Chimney filled in, backyard fenced high only falling short of wire. The world was nothing which could not be accessed from his many computers and laptops. As for all that could not? He never desired it.

In time, he found he hated it. Lies upon lies. Malice flowing into rivers of hate.

Finding himself terminally online, he consumed all the worlds truths, the more bitter, all the better for it. No conspiracy went unclaimed, no government black-site or cultist reservoir escaped his knowledge. He had no need to step into the light of the world when he could so freely delve into its shadowy depths. He hated it, for all it was. Society was a thin blanket over barbarians. The sun was nothing more than the brightest illusion of them all.

So when the veil lifted and the great furnace revealed itself, minions of the underworld coming to roost, there was no shock. Who better to know of these things before they even happened? Quincy claims no less and in the dark of night, on the first day of the last days, he stepped back into the world.

• Physical Description:

A man of average height who follows behind an engorged, protruding belly. Enveloped by deathly pale skin and unkempt greasy hair. Glasses sit snug ahead of eyes long deprived of light, dilated much of the time. His cheeks are puffy, despite arms that hang lank and unimposing. Heftier legs carry his increased bulk with tired determination. Nails are kept trimmed to perfection. Doused in artificial fragrances. Promotes a slouched posture even when standing. Has no significant facial hair.

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"Where you headed?"

Shelby shrugged his shoulders, haphazardly handing off a near empty tin-can to a fellow vagrant.

"I dunno. You?"

He was met with a smile from the boy sitting across from him. The scruffy train hopper was missing a front tooth, yet his grin paid no mind. Laid in his lap was an old point-and-shoot, one he gripped tightly for fear of losing to the tracks below.

"Away from here. Scoot over- Let's take a picture, c'mon."

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Physical Description
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The quintessential picture of ugly Americana. Shelby is a freckled vagrant wearing tattered, dirty clothing- with long and unkempt chestnut hair. His hands stick to the pockets of an old workman's jacket filled with rips and holes, colored a dull brown matching with his taupe-colored eyes. Nicks and scars cover his hands suggesting a long past of unpleasant journeys. A tired, yet fulfilled look hangs on his face- matched by a yellowed grin. There's an air of absent-mindedness about him while he is silent, and he often fidgets with the holes in his jacket while his mind seems to wander.

Accepted

Spoiler: OOC

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Steam Name:
Marco

Steam ID:
STEAM_0:0:39958603


Discord Name & ID:
marco.7184

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Backstory:

An urban girl. Accidentally born, yet born with everything. A bastard, reclusive, dramatic, bratty. She owned it all, everything and anything she wanted she got. Her parents whimsical at best, absent at worst. A parasite on those around her, taking everything and giving nothing in return. It got her kicked out of her last camp. It got her friends killed. It led to her family pushing her away. Now, she has nothing.

Physical Description:

A malnourished woman, cheeks inexplicably thin with a impossibly sharp jaw. Silky black hair running flowing past her shoulders, maintained well. Bloodshot blue eyes with the constant whimper of sorrow. Long legs, akin to that of a ballerena. Clean and straight nails, colored black. A pure set of white teeth, unused and undamaged. When she isn't covering it, her face is one of despair and melancholy.​

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Expect brief forum conversations soon going over your updated descriptions and traits you'll have in the event.

 

[LyingFox]

pretty sure apps are still open.. event starts this weekend

 

[RileyTheRoomba]

We need more hot bitches please

 

[LyingFox]

GET SUM MORE APPS IN THIS BITCH !!

 

[alessiodoomboy]

Please for the love of God if you're gonna apply put some effort into your physical description I don't want to have to make any more major edits to those...