Sanctuary Nation (Zombie RP Thread) (Open And Accepting)

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  • Shiloh. A small town that was burned to bits in the early days of the infection. Overlooked by most, but a safe haven for some. The few that decided to stay began to rebuild the city. It had rebuilt many houses, and put up some decent barricades, but that was only the beginning of Sanctuary Nation.


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  • Open to play: Caravan Leader, Leader of Sanctuary Nation


    Caravan Leader: Lives in the jeep, traveling around to pick up people and sell things for food to make a living.


    [img width=510 height=338]http://www.jeepforum.com/forum…pocalypse-dsc_5267-1-.jpg[/img]


    Leader: Leads the town, making decisions, and governing the people.


    ((The 'Special Infected' can be suggested to me, but otherwise it is the Left 4 Dead 2 Special Infected))


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  • Name: Roski Quidel
    Age:29
    Appearance (pic preferred):[img width=510 height=319]http://img-cache.cdn.gaiaonlin…onnodu-t2-zpsadaf37ad.jpg[/img]
    Personality: Rough and tumble, kinda flirty. Can be a bit soft for kids.
    History: Followed close with her twin brother. She ran away with him first chance at 25. Became hunters in their town.
    Weapons: Prefers her long bow and switch blade, only uses gun if needed
    Transportation: An old bike.
    Other:N/A

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    Name: Vince Davoli
    Age: 26
    Appearance (pic preferred): [img][/img]http://i.imgur.com/H1vzYyS.jpg?1
    Personality: Quiet, Timid, Shy
    History: In his early life before the infection he ran from his parents at the age of 8 and lived in a small space inside a clock tower. He lived off what he stole from local stands that sold foods and other goods. Vince later became very skilled at stealth and thievery. Whenever the outbreak happened he was forced to move away from his small room and salvages whatever is left in old houses. He walks around salvaging all day, barely resting.
    Weapons: Broken Knife, Some gun with very few ammunition.
    Transportation: Skateboard (woo)
    Other: A nice backpack though

  • Name: Gael Arturo
    Age: 27
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    Personality: Smart, secretive, athletic, brave, strong, accidental charmer, wise. However he's too willing to die for others, can't tell any feelings people have towards him, and he's somewhat scary.
    History: Born to an owner of a kendo, and other close combat arts, he grew up in a strict environment like no other and was forced to fight, train, and get perfect grades too uphold the dojo's image. He had a twin brother whom he was very close too, and worked harder to give him the perfect life while he was pretty much tortured. One would be shocked he didn't have a general alter ego, though when fighting his energy does surge. As training when on from the moments he could walk he lived an interesting life. Especially because his parents enjoyed shoving him out into the woods to live or fight with wolves for a year, or lock him in a room, drown him so he could learn to hold his breath, fed him doses of poison so he could build up the tolerance. Not to mention he's learned to numb the pain of wounds. Some like to say he's a monster.
    At age 18, his parents began turning sights on his twin and were killed by him as a means to self defense. Luckily, neither boy felt like they were parents and were ecstatic in taking over the domo. However as time passed a jealous student of the doting brother, signed his twins name off to a crime organization. The last thing he knew, a month later, his twin asked him something strange before he vanished;


    "Will you buy me?"


    At age 22 he shut down the dojo tired of waiting and gaining money with no prevail to finding his brother.


    Weapons: A bag of darts, three close combatant knives, a crimson bladed katana, a small gun, though he does try to fist fight it as much as possible.


    Transportation: An old motorcycle.
    Other:

  • Light gleamed threw the old shades. I rub my eyes getting up. "Good morning Mr.Sun." I groan looking at the window. I walk over to my dresser and pull out some day close changing into them. I pull my long red hair back with my bangs falling in my face. I decided to walk to the square and see who else was there. As I'm about to walk out the door i noticed that there was a new jacket on the table with a note. ~ For Sis. Sorry I got the other one ripped on the last hunt.~ I pick up the hoddie zipping it up. He did own me. I went on my way to the square.

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    IC: Shikoba had decided to get an early start. He knew he would have to get in a much a bigger haul this time. The town was growing, although the town itself was still relatively small. He crouched and looked at the ground and saw deer tracks. By the size of them he figured it was somewhere around 200 pounds. He grinned and followed the tracks. It led him to the deer that had made the tracks. He didn't want to accidently scare it away so he climbed a tree on the smaller side and aimed his compound bow. He drew a light breath and aimed for the heart. He released and the arrow flew threw the air landing in the deer's neck as the deer collapsed. Shikoba dropped and smiled.


    "This oughta feed at least 4 people." Shikoba whispered to himself.

  • The square was always slightly crowded at this time of day. I went and sat on the edge of the empty fountain. Being raised the way I was ,and what happened in my life, I never met anyone. Sitting lonely I watched the people like most days. I got up and went to the edge of the town. I got my bike and left threw the gate and rode to an old neighbor hood. I searched the houses once and a while. I liked thinking of what kind of life's went on in them. As I came up on the houses, something seemed different. I noticed a bike outside one of the houses. I hid my bike in a bush quickly rushing up on the bike. Inspecting the bike I see blood on the right handle. I pull my switch knife from my belt walking up to the main window. Peaking in i see a man laying hurt on the couch. I run around back and sneak in threw the back door. "I'm so stupid." I mumble under my breath.

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    IC: Shikoba opened his backpack and grabbed a combat knife and began to skin the deer. About halfway through he heard a growl, accompanied by a loud snapping as a hunter pounced at him. The hunter landed on top of him and began to tear at him. Shikoba screamed in agony as he pushed off the hunter. He grabbed his machete and sliced at the hunter many times until it was dead at Shikoba's feet. He looked at his wounds, and they were quite deep. He groaned as he grabbed bandages from his bag. He wrapped them around the deepest parts. His vision was starting to blur. Shikoba knew he had lost a lot of blood. He needed a blood bag, which he didn't have. He looked at the hunter and whimpered, knowing his only option. Shikoba grabbed a syringe from his bag and jabbed it into the hunter's neck. He drew out the blood and moaned. Shikoba knew the risks of turning into...that were high, but if not, he would die. He took a deep breath, and injected the syringe into a vein, pushing the blood inside of him. He continued skinning the deer, knowing he was not nearly as important as the town.

  • I stalk over the figure. His breathing was smooth. His right wrist wrapped. I dig in my side pack and get out some chloroform. You never know when it comes in handy. I put some on a rag and hold it over the mans face lightly. He moved a bit then went still. I undid the cloth on his arm. A bad slash on his arm was scabbed and slightly off color. I pull out my first aid kit. I quickly clean the cut and put a clean cloth on it. I take out my water and splash some on his face. "Shhh, I cleaned your arm. If you want I know a safe place where you can stay. Better then these houses."
    "Why should I trust you." he snapped.
    "Fine. Die of infection." I smile. I get up and start to walk. He graved my wrist.I pull my switch blade and turn to him. He let go real quick.
    "O-okay. I-I'll trust you." he stuttered. I must have scared him. I mutter for him to follow me. I don't like being touched. I lead him back to town, but before I let him in I tie his hands. Mandatory for new comers. Then i lead him to the town leader. I Lead lots of people in. I save lots of lives.

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    [align=center][color=#660000]Brilliant. Bloody brilliant.
    The dark haired man stared carelessly out his window. A slightly nice apartment shockingly suited the male oddly enough. What with the decent size and old furniture. Slightly measly but not so bad as to need cleaning. Clasped between his mouth thumb and forefinger was a handle of a lone dart with a silver tone. His lips, which were a shade between pink and white, were pursed. It were as though he had seen the city as a large chess game, he himself being one of those very so talented layers.




    Above excellent vision gave him insight on the days activities. Once something caught his eye, a silvery sparkle followed by a puff of black feathers. Was Gael's cue to proceed unto the world. To take his place in the area. Standing suddenly he freed his sword from the wall where it hung after muttering something under his breath. Had heard clearly, what he said was quite amusing.




    "Well, teacher, here is to a new day, and another step towards corruption."




    Spinning himself with a fashionable grace, he hooked the scarlet metal to his side and lifted a briefcase from the counter. The contents being his knives, and darts, along with his hand gun. Just in case he felt that blowing someone's or something's brain matter across the way.




    Out of his house he left to hunt, only to find a human being skinning a deer with wounds wrapped tightly. Instantly reminded of his brother Gael found he could not simply leave him alone in such a blood mess. Cocking his head lightly towards the right he held questioning eyes.

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  • Roski sat propped up in her bed drawing. She fancied the skill. She shut the sketch book at thought a moment looking out the window. She stood up and spun a few times. Brother wasn't home yet. Something wasn't right about that. She got up and rushed down stairs quickly getting her long bow and arrows. She checked for her knife on her side to see it was still there. The girl rushed to the edge of town and out the gate speeding to her brothers hunting spot. She put the bike agent a tree off trail. She called out her twins name and listened closely. She walked along the hunting trail and looked around in the trees. Worried Roski called a few times more before she heard a rustle.

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    IC: Shikoba heard the yells and replied quickly.


    "I'm here Roski!" He yelled. Shikoba finished skinning the deer and stood up. The syringe he used to inject hunter blood was at his feet, still having the blood from the hunter. He did not realize this. He looked around and spotted Roski, his twin. Normally when he looked at her he had thoughts of protection, because of their deep bond. He normally was the more mature one, acting like a parent. But now he only thought of hunger when he saw her. A deep ravaging hunger, accompanied by a hallucination of him pouncing on her and ripping her apart and eating her. He shook his head and cleared his head. He looked at the ground in shame of what he had just though about.

  • Roski noticed her brothers odd look. She ran up to him and looked at him with worry. She snatched his arm and felt fury fill her. She noticed the dead hunter and the syringe at his feet. It couldn't be held in any longer. " You bloody idiot! I can't believe you! What if someone found out! God your so stupid! we're going back now. Pack the meat and we're leaving."
    Roski helped pack and could't help but be pissed at him. He was the adult. She was the stupid one. Why. She took him home in silence, quickly cleaning his gashes and wounds. The sun was going down and the sky was painted in reds and blues and yellows. Time to read to the small ones. Though her brother was in to bad of condition to leave. Sighing she went up to her room and laid in bed. Her anger kept her awake.

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    IC: Shikoba knew he would never be the same again. He didn't speak, out of shame. He walked home and laid in his bed. He went to sleep hours later, which gave him hallucinations and night terrors. He woke in the middle of the night and screamed. He looked down to see scratch marks everywhere. He looked at his nails and whimpered. They had developed into claws. He was becoming a hunter. Shikoba sat and stared at the ground in desolation, knowing his death would soon arrive.

  • She was riding back to the sight were she had found her brother. She needed to see what it was that was going on. Maybe she could find a way. A way to... Fix him. Help him. It did't matter. Roski knew he had messed up, and they'd both pay. He was on the edge of life and death. She was in danger every moment she was near him. She stood next to the corpse the lied rotting away. The morning light shined threw the leafs and branches. Nothing much was there but blood and that damn syringe. She Looked around the area to find nothing but an old gas station. As she walked up to it she read out "E-Z Gas" in big orange letters. She wiped the dirt covered windows and peaked in.

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    IC: Shikoba lay in bed, thrashing. He was about halfway transformed into that...monster. He fell off his bed and hit the floor. He yelled out, and after realizing no one was there, he stood with great effort and stumbled out of the house. His memories afterward were fuzzy. He found himself on a tree, above his twin, Roski. He looked down and growled. He screamed as he pounced downward onto her, pinning her down. He brought a clawed hand up above her, and growled loudly.