So you lived to See 2013 [Started/Accepting]

[GreyCat]

[spoiler=So you lived to See 2013]

Subject: So you lived to See 2013

From: [email protected]

January 1, 2013

 

Hey all. If you're getting thing, it means you survived the end of the world. Don't panic yet, I didn't mean that literally because, obviously, you’re here, I'm here, so the world must still be here right? I just meant the end of the world as we know it. Congrads on surviving though. For those of you who either slept through it, are ignorant, or just happened to be trapped in a safe house or something for the worse ten days or so if it, here's the run down. Remember all that bunk about Armageddon and the Mayan Calendar and stuff for 2012? Well it was true. A good deal of it. (By the way, If you aren't into the science-y stuff, skip the next couple of paragraphs and don't waste power.)

 

A whole lot of crap happened really fast, and even I don't now all that happened. But, I do now some of what went wrong in our neck of the universe. The galactic crap talk was all crap really, but there was a massive meteor shower, a too-close-for-comfort gamma ray burst and some really dicey solar flares in December. Not to mention the asteroid (classified possible planetiod N1X45) the goverments have been watching an kept classified from us civilians (seriously, that thing is about half the size of the moon and but really hard to see on regular telescopes when it's coming from the sun's side.) And the timing of the whole geomagnetic reversal was just a nice little eff you on top. All in all, thanks to a whole bunch of cosmic flukes, earth got screwed big time.

 

Compasses ain't worth nothing anymore since the poles need at least another couple centuries to settle down and stop the stupid spasms, and a lot of massive earthquakes have been going on, though were are down to just two or three 4.0s a day. A good number of electronics got fired when the flares and wonky magnetic field (which really isn't up for global protection when its doing it's reversal dance) got acquainted, though the nightly aurora's are nice. The meteor shower managed to added more crazy to the mix with it's weird composition, and the gamma burst was definitely not needed. And if you look up, you can see the moon has a manly new scar on it's face and a new friend too. I call it Nix. As in N1X45.

 

Ah, I'm rambling. Long story shorter; the earth is shot. All most all the nuclear bombs stockpiled somewhere went off. Huge chunks of the Midwest, Europe, Africa, Asia and the Middle East (apparently, someone was naughty) are radioactive and unsafe. The government is bye bye. The earthquakes took out a lot of our cities and landmarks. Millions are dead. A lot of things have mutated at a crazy fast pace thanks to the weird cosmic rays and radiation and they tend to be hungry. A good number of our satellites are down, so GPS, cable and telecommunications are dicey a best. Power is out all over (downed lines, damaged stations, that sort of crap, but the lines are often still live) and manufacturing is shut down. Shipping, transportation, and all the other little stuff that make civilization tick are more or less on their last breath. Though, I think someone is still down at CNN doing the 6 o'clock news.

 

The stuff is still there, but at the rate these idiot survivors are going, rioting and wrecking stuff, no one will be around to work it. But I'm here, up north in what's left of Alberta, making one of those survivor colonies. If you get to my corner of the world, give me a buzz. I sent this message through one of the spam servers (finally found a good use for those things) to Denver, as well as to one of those auto-forward text message services. Lorne, if you're still living in Denver and get this, bring some friends with you if you're coming. And the three hundred bucks you owe me. But we have food and it's more or less safe since we got enough ammo to dissuade the mountain lions and man eating moose (I'm not kidding you) from coming by too often. If you think you can contribute to a new community, stop by.

 

Sincerely,

Professor Vincent M. Grey, PhD

 

PS: Oh sorry, I forgot to say this earlier;

Happy New Year!

 

 

[spoiler=Rules]Conduct- No God-modding, power playing, nor meta-gaming will be allowed in this RP. It's something of a life RP, to romance is allowed, but keep it PG-16 please. Same for the swearing. As always, the advanced clauses is in full force in the RP, as well as all the other forum roles.

 

Commitment- When making your apps, flesh it out. I like to see well rounded characters; as usual, no perfect people, Mary Sues or unbelievable skills please. It may be post-apocalyptic, but it's only a year and a year from now. And be active in the RP. It can't go on if you don't post.

 

Conditions- the setting is a mostly ruined world. Things like gas, power, electricity, etc are available, but limited. Roads are wrecked, buildings toppled, stuff like that. Keep it in mind when filling out the equipment section of your apps. As for other, I'll allow certain things if you can explain it well enough in the bio.

 

 

[spoiler=App]Name:

Age:

Gender:

Sexuality:

Appearance: (Picture or 4+ line description)

Career: (student/cashier/cook/hobo/whatever)

Personality: (4+ Lines)

Bio: (4+ Lines)

Equipment:

Other:

 

 

[spoiler=My App]Name: Lorne Grey

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight, but willing to experiment

[spoiler=Appearance]

 

Career: Electrical Engineer/Mechanic

 

Personality: Much like his uncle, Lorne is a bit of a grouch and tends to swear when he is pressured (and often when he isn't.) He has an authoritative approach to what he knows, and hates to admit when he is in too deep for his own good. He likes to relax and take it easy whenever he can, and as such likes hanging with groups where he won't have too as much of the work himself. Jovial, loud and brawly, he tends to take care of himself in most situations, and does not appear to be the techie that he is at heart. He is one of those types that values hands one expertise over book knowledge, one of the things that causes tensions between himself and his uncle.

 

While Lorne may look and act the part of an high school drop out, he is actually a rather clever man, with a university degree under his belt. He just doesn't like to flash it about. His personal mantra is that 'No book ain't ever wire the breakers in my house.' He can appreciate the help a book can give, he just hates people that can't do anything without relying on theoretical knowledge. He does like to read, and has a passion for romance novels, particular ones involving pirates.

 

While he isn't caustic or bitter, he has a tendency to be a bit sarcastic, and understates circumstances quite often, usually to the detriment of those around him. Still, he has confidence in himself and dislikes depending on others, a do-it-yourselfer at heart, and an independent soul. He is also a paranoid survivalist (a trait which runs in the family it seems), though not so much as his uncle, which is how he managed to pull though in one piece.

 

Bio: Lorne is from a single parent family, his mother having died in child birth, so he new her. He was raised by his father, Noah, who was a mechanic, and who was also directly responsible for Lorne's interest and eventual love of machinery and mechanics. Lorne helped out in the shop when he had time, after school and on weekend and such, and developed a pretty decent level of skill in the art under his fathers tutelage and was planning to follow his father into the business. He even joined the same guild (often read: cult) as his father, and was one of the promising young initiates. However, his father passed away before that could happen. Noah competed in dirt biking as well as working in the shop, and died after a crash in a particularly challenging race.

 

Parentless and a minor, Lorne moved to live with his uncle Vincent in Canada. Unlike his father, who was a hands on person, Vincent was a theorist, and encouraged (read: forced) Lorne to go to university. He took his courses and did well enough to please Vincent, and promptly moved back Denver to take over the shop as he always wanted (read: finally got out of that annoying man's house). It was legally his, but was being managed by his uncle before then. Lorne has only been managing the shop for a year and a half r so now, but the unfortunate circumstances (read: end of the earth,) he finds himself without much of a shop, without much of a clientele, and without anything to do but head back to his uncle.

 

He survived the last hectic set of days thanks to the fact that his paranoia increased under his uncle's care. He has his shop's underground (often used for the Hazard Gear meetings) stocked with canned goods and other preserved products, as well as a fallout bunker (like I said, paranoid.) As soon as his uncles first whisperings of the potential threat reached him, he ducked for cover and hunkered down through the worst of it. Since a lot of Denver's skyline and older buildings have fallen, he figure's its best to pack up (however reluctantly) and ship north. Using his uncle's method, he's sent out an email with his shops address hidden in it (he want's company, not an army) and plans to leave in a day or so.

 

Equipment: Tool kit (with his regular tools), 1 1/2 metre steel pipe, wrench, hunting knife and a Swiss army knife. He hates guns, and doesn't have one. He has some food in his pack, a lighter, a bit of kerosene oil, his favourite novel and large sheet of canvas, and travels with his old dirt bike as well.

 

Other: He is a member of the Hazard Gear (also know as: Gear of the Forging Gods [see tattoo in appearance]); a part cult, part guild of mechanics spread across the nation. As to how many still live, time will have to tell…

He is a big believer in the irony gods (Sanitt, Insan, Pite, Wurse and Sarcam), and often swears in their name.

 

 

[spoiler=Accepted Apps][spoiler=The_Big_Bad_Wolf: Jassuel 'Jelly' Verne]

Name: Jassuel Verne (Jelly)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: He's a virgin yet straight

[spoiler=Appearance]

 

Career: Would be career college student

[spoiler=Personality] Currently his demeanor is that of an old man who doesn't take bull from anyone. This basically means that If he doesn't like something or someone he either leaves it or kills it. When he is asked about himself he gives a very blunt description. Such as "I'm a virgin who had to kill his would be lover Kay?" or anything along those lines. He is willing to work with survivors however if they show attitude or anything otherwise unserious he leaves them. He is very sensitive to having people talk about his past and targets not to answer it. When he sees any couple in a relationship together he yells to the heavens F**K!!! The only few things that make him happy are killing mutants and cleaning weapons.

 

[spoiler=Bio] He was born in an area near a very ghetto neighborhood. Meaning a couple of blocks away is the abandoned building district where for some reason thugs hung out outside.

 

He grew to be a particularly good student with normal grades on the high. His high school years weren't very interesting except meeting his girlfriend in sophomore year. Throughout the years they had a normal relationship and it was all good.

 

Meanwhile when he became 16 some of the neighborly thugs decided to give Jelly a visit. They wanted to recruit him yet obviously declining they did not jump him. He had a fairly good build but nothing too threatening so that made him wonder. A couple weeks after the event the boss of the thugs approached him yet he was very formal in a tuxedo of all things. He asked Jelly to give his group (he called) a call if he needed any help. Still obviously weirded out about the entire event asked why he was being so nice to him. As it turned out, the Group was actually a type of underground reforming gang with the thugs trying to return to Society.

 

A month later jelly finally visited the place being it very clean save for the bathrooms. He learned from the reformed Gangbangers with some of them very smart he learned how to Hotwire a car, break and enter correctly, create a cherry bomb and many other street related illegal activities. When his senior year began Jelly was the Jack-of-all-trades at his high school yet maintaining his good boy constitution. He was smart enough to learn the science behind the street abilities accordingly.

 

After he graduated high school Jelly and his girlfriend were to have their first sexual encounter together until the ultimate cockblock occurred and the EOD occurred. The beginning was a nightmarish meteor shower which interrupted their relations. Being inside already they merely huddled for comfort. And not being in the mood his girlfriend left to be safe with family.

 

When the nuclear YK2 occurred a warhead blew up near a natural spring and an acid rain came upon his state of Detroit. His girlfriend and everyone else subjected to the rain came under a sickness and became mutants. His girlfriend being the first. He had the fortune of being someone very unfond of the cold and staying in the safety of his porch while his Girlfriend frolicked. Unfortunately his girlfriend stuck her tongue out in the rain infecting herself. Before his eyes he had to kill her which changed him. Now Jelly is an insane angry survivor who only wants to take revenge on whatever otherworldly forces who did this.

 

Equipment: A car battery, A can of deodorant, a lighter, a Glock .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol with 2 bullets. Fried cell phone with battery half full. Steel wool, baking soda. 2 Canteens one full of flour one empty.

Other: He can sprint 20 MPH for 2 Minutes. He has great running endurance. He hasn't had a sip of water in 21 hours. He eats flour.

 

[spoiler=~AlphaShard~: Sora Sasaki]

Name: Sora Sasaki

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: Sora has long, flowing hair, down to her shoulders. It's a red color, and is perfectly straight. For a sixteen-year-old, her face is remarkably smooth, with no blemishes. Her nose is smallish, and her eyes are a deep blue. The gamma ray messed with her genes though, and her eyes have streaks of purple running through them. Her body is lean, with shallow curves. She is about six feet in height, but she has a slight slouch, appearing 5'11 instead. She's wearing a black shirt with jeans. She has a scar on her wrist.

Career: Student

 

Personality: Sora is a tough person. She prefers to scout a battle situation before an attack, and is an excellent survivor (Thanks, Dad). When she is in a personal situation, she starts to stutter and shake. She is a terrible social person, and prefers to be alone. Despite her tough outside, she is actually soft at heart. She'll help those who need it, if she can, and is merciful. She is not very nice otherwise, though.

 

Bio: Sora lived a normal life in Japan until 2008, when she moved to the United States of America. She learned English quickly, and tarted going to school again about three months later. She did well, and adjusted to America easily, finding it was easy to do so, because the people were friendly. She lived like this until 2012, when everything got blown out of the water. Her friends and mother died, and she was left surviving with her father in cold Maine. He showed her how to survive. They looted a weapons store, but were quickly attacked by a mutant, which killed her father. Sora took a hunting rifle and a pistol and walked out. Winter was approaching, so she moved south to Detroit, where life was a little easier.

 

Equipment: Hunting Rifle (.40 cal, 2 magazines), M9 Pistol (2 15-Bullet clips)

Other:

 

 

 

 

IC Thread

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

Name: Jassuel Verne (Jelly)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: He's a virgin yet straight

[spoiler=Appearance]

 

Career: Would be career college student

[spoiler=Personality] Currently his demeanor is that of an old man who doesn't take bull from anyone. This basically means that If he doesn't like something or someone he either leaves it or kills it. When he is asked about himself he gives a very blunt description. Such as "I'm a virgin who had to kill his would be lover Kay?" or anything along those lines. He is willing to work with survivors however if they show attitude or anything otherwise unserious he leaves them. He is very sensitive to having people talk about his past and targets not to answer it. When he sees any couple in a relationship together he yells to the heavens F**K!!! The only few things that make him happy are killing mutants and cleaning weapons.

 

[spoiler=Bio] He was born in an area near a very ghetto neighborhood. Meaning a couple of blocks away is the abandoned building district where for some reason thugs hung out outside.

 

He grew to be a particularly good student with normal grades on the high. His high school years weren't very interesting except meeting his girlfriend in sophomore year. Throughout the years they had a normal relationship and it was all good.

 

Meanwhile when he became 16 some of the neighborly thugs decided to give Jelly a visit. They wanted to recruit him yet obviously declining they did not jump him. He had a fairly good build but nothing too threatening so that made him wonder. A couple weeks after the event the boss of the thugs approached him yet he was very formal in a tuxedo of all things. He asked Jelly to give his group (he called) a call if he needed any help. Still obviously weirded out about the entire event asked why he was being so nice to him. As it turned out, the Group was actually a type of underground reforming gang with the thugs trying to return to Soceity.

 

A month later jelly finally visited the place being it very clean save for the bathrooms. He learned from the reformed Gangbangers with some of them very smart he learned how to Hotwire a car, break and enter correctly, create a cherry bomb and many other street related illegal activities. When his senior year began Jelly was the Jack-of-all-trades at his high school yet maintaining his good boy constitution. He was smart enough to learn the science behind the street abilities accordingly.

 

After he graduated high school Jelly and his girlfriend were to have their first sexual encounter together until the ultimate cockblock occured and the EOD occured. The beginning was a nightmarish meteor shower which interrupted their relations. Being inside already they merely huddled for comfort. And not being in the mood his girlfriend left to be safe with family.

 

When the nuclear YK2 occured a warhead blew up near a natural spring and an acid rain came upon his state of Detroit. His girlfriend and everyone else subjected to the rain came under a sickness and became mutants. His girlfriend being the first. He had the fortune of being someone very unfond of the cold and staying in the safty of his porce while his Girlfriend frolicked. Unfortuanatly his girlfriend stuck her toungue out in the rain infecting herself. Before his eyes he had to kill her which changed him. Now Jelly is an insane angry survivor who only wants to take revenge on whatever otherworldly forces who did this.

 

Equipment: A car battery, A can of deodorant, a lighter, a Glock .45 caliber semi-automatic pistol with 2 bullets. Fried cell phone with battery half full. Steel wool, baking soda. 2 Canteens one full of flour one empty.

Other: He can sprint 20 MPH for 2 Minutes. He has great running endurance. He hasn't had a sip of water in 21 hours. He eats flour.

[GreyCat]

Breaking and entering, hot wiring a car and the design and construction of cherry bombs are the ideal set of skills to re-enter any society :)

 

I like the app so dar, but four problems you need to fix:

-Paragraphs in the bio... it's hard to read

-No nuclear missiles were launched. A good amount of them just went off because of the hard radiations and stuff

-Add a bit more to the personality

-How did you alone survive the mutant causing rain?

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

Ah... Hmm Ok I changed the state to detroit

[GreyCat]

Nice. Adding you to the accepted list.

[823=chan]

Name: Sora Sasaki

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Appearance: Sora has long, flowing hair, down to her shoulders. It's a red color, and is perfectly straight. For a sixteen-year-old, her face is remarkably smooth, with no blemishes. Her nose is smallish, and her eyes are a deep blue. The gamma ray messed with her genes though, and her eyes have streaks of purple running through them. Her body is lean, with shallow curves. She is about six feet in height, but she has a slight slouch, appearing 5'11 instead. She's wearing a black shirt with jeans. She has a scar on her wrist.

Career: Student

Personality: Sora is a tough person. She prefers to scout a battle situation before an attack, and is an excellent survivor (Thanks, Dad). When she is in a personal situation, she starts to stutter and shake. She is a terrible social person, and prefers to be alone. Despite her tough outside, she is actually soft at heart. She'll help those who need it, if she can, and is merciful. She is not very nice otherwise, though.

Bio: Sora lived a normal life in Japan until 2008, when she moved to the United States of America. She learned English quickly, and started going to school again about three months later. She did well, and adjusted to America easily, finding it was easy to do so, because the people were friendly. She lived like this until 2012, when everything got blown out of the water. Her friends and mother died, and she was left surviving with her father in cold Maine. He showed her how to survive. They looted a weapons store, but were quickly attacked by a mutant, which killed her father. Sora took a hunting rifle and a pistol and walked out. Winter was approaching, so she moved south to Denver, where life was a little easier.

Equipment: Hunting Rifle (.40 cal, 2 magazines), M9 Pistol (2 15-Bullet clips)

[GreyCat]

You'll need to add a bit more to the bio (like how her Dad made her a survivor, where she got the guns) and personality before I can accept you.

[823=chan]

Fixed

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

I think I'm gonna be chilling in Detroit like in I am legend

[823=chan]

@Greycat: Can I help accept/decline apps?

@The_Big_Bad_Wolf: What the freak? Where did that come from?

[GreyCat]

Accepted. You realize my guy's in Denver, right? A couple hundred miles away?

 

And @Alpha: I do need a co-host, so yeah.

[Gabriel Maeso]

Name: Marcus Hingates

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: About 79 inches tall, has a very build up body, is very good looking, but lost his left eye on a car accident on 2011, so he wears a eye patch over it. Has a longish dark hair and a yellow right eye, wears black jeans, a pair of dark ridding boots and two belts one on his waist and one falling a bit on the left, wears a skiny black shirt under a dark grey overcoat, has belt like things on his arms, wears fingerless gloves, has a black dragon tatoo on his left shoulder that has a part of it on his neck, has a dark silver demon head shaped pendant.

Career: Student and amature Cook and Writer

Personality: Cold yet good hearted and serious, Marcus is ruthless and will do anything to survive, beeing it robing from others or killing whoever might be a burden for him. Marcus may seem emotionless but he is very emotional sometimes, and sometimes can burst out in one of them, has a somehow currupted sense of justice. If orders are given to him by someone who is somehow above him in some kind of hierarchy, he will follow them blindly as long as it don't affect his own survival, somehow he can be a good friend or confident, his abillity to kill and to make 1 pound of meat be enough for feeding a grown man for 4 days is very valuable if what you want is to survive, he smokes cigarrets.

Bio:

Born in London and lived there till his 7 years old, his father was writer and a professional shooter, his father teach him to shoot and to enjoy poetry, his favorite writer is Poe. His parents were divorced so he didn't had much contact with his mother or his younger sister. After his father died, Marcus had to abandon his friends and moved to Denver, at the age of seven to live with his uncle, his uncle was almost never home so Marcus had to learn by himself how to cook and stuff, he oftenly brought friends and girls to the house, since it was mostly his than his uncle's. Even spending most of the day out, his uncle was very kind to him. Marcus had a car accident on 2011 which cost his left eye. Other than that, his live was rather normal untill the big event on 2012. He managed to survive it by staying at his house basement for some time, he lost his uncle and most of his friends, the ones that weren't killed were missing. He had to let it all go, so he could feel free to go on and survive on his own.

Equipment: A sharp Katana, a stone to sharpen his blade when needed, a 9mm pistol with two spare magazines, a Zippo lighter, some cigarrets and a case with 5 pounds of meat and filled with salt so the meat don't root.

Other: Even smoking he has an exelent breathing ability and can hold his breath under water longer than a normal person.

 

*First spell check done*

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

Ok gabriel I'm not a Co-Host but please spell check and grammar check please. And my characters in Detroit and was living in Detroit for a long time. He has a section of the abandoned buildings district sealed off.

[GreyCat]

@Wolf- just asking~

 

And as for Gabriel, I know is case, so his grammar and stuff I'll let slide. But according to your app, you're in Canada? The story line is the trip to Canada. Move to the USA please.

[Gabriel Maeso]

@Wolf- just asking~

 

And as for Gabriel, I know is case, so his grammar and stuff I'll let slide. But according to your app, you're in Canada? The story line is the trip to Canada. Move to the USA please.

Marcus is now in Virginia US.

[Maghion Syaoran Light]

any room for a vampire?

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

I like trains and chocolate

[GreyCat]

@ Gabriel: What I mean is, instead of having a bunch of individuals, better to have the RP's together.

 

@ Maghion: Sorry, no.

 

@ Wolf: That's... nice?

[Gabriel Maeso]

@ Gabriel: What I mean is, instead of having a bunch of individuals, better to have the RP's together.

 

@ Maghion: Sorry, no.

 

@ Wolf: That's... nice?

So instead of having people scattered all around the USA, have them near each other so they can find each other and cooperate to survive. Right?(if yes then I'm gonna change Marcus to somewhere near the other characters after I get back from school.)

[823=chan]

@ Wolf: Stop spamming. You need to stop spamming. Now.

@ Greycat: Can I give warnings?

[~ Dākunaitomon ~]

Yeesh this was a first offense all I needed was a "Stop Spamming." Ok then when will we see an IC?

[823=chan]

Probably not until we get more apps. And I just wanted to know if I could- you don't need a warning.

[GreyCat]

Sorry for the absence. School bit me on the tail. Again. Anyway, I'm going to ask you guys to move to Denver, so we can interact. We have four people so far, so we can start soon!

[Gabriel Maeso]

@Grey, okay, Marcus is now in Denver.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

Already used my bio to move him to Denver and everything.

 

 

Name: Sylas McCarin

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Sylas is six feet and two inches tall, weighs about two hundred and ten pounds, and has a medium yet muscular body frame. He has white skin tone with a pale complexion and his skin is oily and pasty as he has not had a shower in a few weeks nor has his cloths been cleaned. His hair is shaggy and rough with a burnt orange color to it; his hair easily covers his forest green eyes and almost covers his nose. His cloths are worn and tattered; he wears a pair of ripped and broken-in black jeans on his lower half, held up with a black leather belt that has a golden buckle. On his top half he wears a short sleeve black t-shirt and a grey fleece jacket over it, both worn and tattered as are the rest of his cloths. His feet are protected by dirty white socks and worn black combat boats and he wears black gloves on his hands to protect them from the elements.

 

Career: Police officer, Army, and then Instructor for Police Training

 

Personality: Sylas had an easy going and relaxed personality with a very friendly disposition, before everything went to hell that is. After everything started happening in the world Sylas had to spring into action and be ready for everything. His wife was crushed to death in a horrible car accident while they were traveling to the bunkers and that's where some say his insanity began. Sylas developed into a horribly aggressive and angry person, he stops at nothing to survive and he will do anything to make sure he stays alive.

 

Bio: Sylas McCarin was born and raised in the lushes fields of Ireland and was given his values from his father and mother; Mark and Cecilia McCarin. When Sylas turned the age of six, it was time for him to go to school and in Ireland you can't misbehave in school or you will get hit with the ruler. Sylas learned his impeccable sense of justice from school and knew what was right and wrong. By the age of twelve, his father decided it was time for him to learn how to hunt as that was how the family was eating in those days. Mark and Sylas went out often and it was no time before Sylas learned his way around a gun. Upon turning eighteen, Sylas decided he was done with school and went to the police academy and became a full fledged cop by the age of nineteen. After a few years of being a cop he was drafted into the army to train and fight for his nation. Spending four years in the army, Sylas retired when he and the nation of Ireland were convinced that no fighting or emergency was coming. Sylas couldn't go back to being a cop so he opted to teach the younger generation to be cops in his stead.

 

Two years later everything started going to hell and Sylas had already accepted that his current way of life was going to be no more. He quickly drove home, gathered everything he thought would come in handy, and he and his wife got in his car and started speeding towards the bunkers. While traveling another driver slammed into the passenger side of his car, killing his wife instantly and giving him lots of bruising and cuts. He escaped from the car and saw that the driver was just crawling out of his wreck. "I'm sorry." Sylas said, raising his gun and shooting the man square in his head, he holstered his gun and started limping for the bunkers. Upon arriving they welcomed him and treated his injuries then gave him a room.

 

It felt like weeks since they first opted into hiding in bunkers; he knew the food was running low because he had volunteered to keep track of it for the group. Sylas gathered a group of five followers and with the weapons they had brought with them they took over and killed everyone in the underground bunker; Sylas knew his team would only be a hindrance after this take over so he had to do away with them to. After another week, Sylas exited the bunker and walked over to an abandon car, to see if it works. Remarkably, the keys were inside so he turned them forcefully but the engine was no good. The radio turned on, luckily, and that's when Sylas heard the announcement from the strange source. "The pier..." Sylas thought, knowing that would be the only place with a boat; he walked ran there as fast as he could and walked onto the dock, he saw one average sized speed boat there. "Perfect." Sylas checked the gas tank, seeing it was full, than started to look around for any other gas tanks. "Hold it." Another man said, cocking a shot-gun. "Sorry, I was just looking for a way to get out of here." The man lowered his shot-gun and smiled. "Sorry, you just never know with raiders and radioactive beasts around these days." Sylas quickly pulled his gun and shot the guy straight through the chest, making him drop to the floor. "Yeah." Sylas said, picking up his shot-gun and leaving him there to die. "You never know." Sylas grabbed all the gas he could find and loaded it onto the boat, he than took anything the man had in his shop/house that he could use and loaded it into the boat. After a few more hours of searching and getting the boat ready, he started up the engine and was on his way to Denver, to possibly find a new life.

Equipment:

Colt King Cobra Revolver (Five .357 magnum shells in barrel, with one easy-reload round of six more .357 shells; eleven in total.)

Remmington Model 870 shotgun (8 12-Gauge Shells inside; four extra shells read to insert; twelve total)

Other: Sylas is pretty much a killer that still wants to fit into regular society.