The new Resident Evil RPG

[Carriers of Dust]

Name: Eric Mason
Age: 23
Equip: FN 57 (pistol), Dual Sawn Off Shotguns
Bio: Eric was an ordinary cop who had a little brother named Ryan, who was a zombie fanatic. Ryan would constantly tell stories about zombies to Eric, assuring him that a zombie apocalypse WOULD happen one day, but Eric just listened and enjoyed the stories. Just so happens, a zombie apocalypse has happened and it's a good thing he listened to his little brother, who had been killed by one some time ago. The town he lived in has been destroyed, so he grabbed some guns, got in his truck and drove to the source of where it all started, to get revenge.
Clothing: Standard bulletproof vest over a black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots)
Appearance: White, little facial hair.
Status: Human

 

[Elochai]

Sahweet! We've got another in the pile! APPROVE IT! I don't want to be the only one doing this lol

 

[L]

Name: Eric Mason
Age: 23
Equip: FN 57 (pistol), Dual Sawn Off Shotguns
Bio: Eric was an ordinary cop who had a little brother named Ryan, who was a zombie fanatic. Ryan would constantly tell stories about zombies to Eric, assuring him that a zombie apocalypse WOULD happen one day, but Eric just listened and enjoyed the stories. Just so happens, a zombie apocalypse has happened and it's a good thing he listened to his little brother, who had been killed by one some time ago. The town he lived in has been destroyed, so he grabbed some guns, got in his truck and drove to the source of where it all started, to get revenge.
Clothing: Standard bulletproof vest over a black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots)
Appearance: White, little facial hair.
Status: Human

Your in.



My new guy:

Name:Eli Deghori
Age:17
Equip: Monkey Wrench
Bio: Eli was an ordinary kid, though he dropped out of high school. He took up a job and regret dropping out. He planned on getting his GED as soon as possible. When the outbreak occurred, he wasn't prepared. He grabbed the nearest thing, a wrench. He went out and beat anything bloody, trying to avoid them first. He hated violence, and couldn't even hire someone to kill anything.
Clothing: Scraps of metal thrown on a T-shirt and superglued on, Jeans, sneakers, Motorcycle helmet.
Appearance: Average Facial Structure, American, Just over strong.
Status: Human

Eli's Friend:

Name: Jesus Christ
Age: What age?
Equip: Fists
Bio: Jesus Christ is God's Friend
Clothing: White Robe
Appearance: To bright to see
Status: God

Jesus's Friend:

Name: Chuck Norriss
Age: Over 9000!
Equip: Fist in Beard
Bio: Jesus's Son
Clothing: What clothes?
Appearance: Muscular
Status: Descendant of the gods.

CHUCK NORRIS'S FRIEND:

Name:Gordon Freeeeeemaaaaan
Age: About 60 some.
Equip: Crowbar
Bio: Gordon Freeman used to work for Black Mesa, developing aliens. This failed and the aliens were evil. He killed some aliens with his friend barney. Soon barney died. And then ressurected. And again. Then the military came. Then the military retreated. Then he went to Xen. Then Xen esploded. Then he went to city 17. Then he beat up more aliens. Then he went to nuke the aliens. The nuke was a success. Then some credits rolled?
Clothing: Hazard Suit
Appearance: Brown, shaved head, light beard, white
Status: Unknown.

Hows the group look?

 

[Carriers of Dust]

Why don't you just use your super team to just LOOK at the city and have it explode, everyone dies, Jesus and Chuck go have a beer.

 

[Elochai]

Levi dropped into an office that looked almost identical to the one he escaped from. He had crawled over several that were wrecked, as if someone was looking for something. He walks over to the desk and looks at the photos of a family grilling outside. It seemed like a perfect life for the people in the picture...

Levi (thought): What the he** are you doing? You don't have time to think about this! You need to get the hell out of this place!

Levi started for the door. He put his ear up to it, trying to listen for movement.

Levi (thought): Nothing.

Levi opens the door slowly with his 9mm at the ready. He wasn't going to let anything surprise him this time. He peeks out and quickly scans the hallway from right to left. It was clear, save for the blood smeared on the walls and floor.

Levi walks down the corridor, quickly clearing any room with a door open. There wasn't a sign of anyone or anything.. Something wasn't adding up. There was too much blood for there to be no sign of anyone or anything.

A sign on the wall was pointing him in the direction of the Waiting Room and Exit. As he rounded the corner, his questions were answered. The waiting room was a slaughter house. Blood, limbs, and various other parts were strewn about.

Levi: My god...

It seems like something had rounded the people up and slaughtered them.

Levi (thought): Get out of here! RUN!

Levi made a B-line for the exit. Without a second glance he opened the door to the outside world...

Equipment: (1) AR-15, (2) full 30 round magazines, (2) empty 30 round magazines, (1) 9mm handgun, (2) full 13 round magazines, (1) magazine with 10 rounds, (1) .40 cal handgun, (3) 16 round magazines, (1) grenade, (2) field rations, (2) flares, (1) simple first-aid kit, and (1) flashlight.

Status: Fine

 

[Carriers of Dust]

"****..." Eric thought to himself. His truck had just ran out of gas and he was about a mile from the nearest gas station. He grabbed his bag filled with only a little food and a couple other random things, got out of the truck and left the door open, trying to be as quiet as possible. Bringing any attention to himself was the last thing he wanted. Grabbing his pistol out of the holster, Eric started walking the rest of the way. He wasn't exactly sure where he was going, but he walked. His first priority was to find some sign of life. Any sign of life would be pleasant, no matter how difficult the person may act. He hadn't come in contact with anyone in two days and that last person had been killed by a group of zombies. Eric tried to help them, but the swarm was just too massive. He felt horrible that he couldn't do anything. A familiar feeling... way too familiar. Eric had an idea of what he was going to be facing coming to Raccoon City, even though he wanted no part of it. He had to do it, he had to figure out what was going on and put an end to it. It was inevitable. As he continued walking, he spotted a pharmacy nearby and headed in its direction.

 

[kooooo8]

Name: Kenji Hayashi

Age: 19

Bio: A college student attending Raccoon City College, majoring in psychology. During the outbreak Kenji was attending a rave and was nearly killed when preforming a light show for several friends, he narrowly escaped by throwing his friend in front of him to be eaten first. He found a dying security member and took the night stick he was holding. Kenji made his way into the city thinking he was halucinating from the weed he smoked earlier in the day but comes to realize hes not.

Weapon: night stick, butterfly knife

Appearance: Yellow Wifebeater, with orange and red vest, Wearing dark green cargo pants, red and black mid rise airforces. Japanese male about 5'8 with black hair with auburn highlights throughout his hair, has a slim well defined build.

Status: Human, currently suffering from psychological trauma.

 

[Elochai]

Reminder! Weed doesn't make you hallucinate! And at a rave, E is the drug of choice! Hehehe :lol:
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Levi closed the door to the Umbrella Raccoon Office with his AR-15 raised and quickly scanned the street for threats. There were three to his left down the street a ways, they weren't of concern. Another two came shambling out of a small alley in front of him and two more were in the middle of the street lying lifeless.

Levi (thought): If I remember right, I'm only one block from the Police Station. If there are any armed survivors, they will be there.

With one last mental check of the maps he memorized, Levi ran to his left.

Levi (thought): I should be crossing onto Ennerdale Street. Make a left and the front gates should be there.

As Levi rounded the corner he saw no signs of life.

Levi (thought): This isn't good.

Levi jogged to the front gate, opening it slowly and scanning the area for infected.

Levi (to himself): Nothing here, either. Maybe things aren't as bad as I thought.

He closes the gate behind him and walks across the courtyard, checking the walkway to his left. It was clear of infected. Levi reaches the main doors and places his hand on the door knob. With a deep breath, he opens the door and steps inside.

The inside of the Police Station was huge. From what he could tell, it was three stories high. Each floor had multiple doors that connected each wing to the main hall.

On the first floor there was a door to his immediate right, another down the steps to the left, and another further down the main room on the left. There was a fountain with a statue just in front of him and a receptionist desk in the middle of the room.

Levi looked around the room and decided to choose the door furthest down the main hall. He unholstered his 9mm and had it at the ready as he was turning the knob. He was welcomed with six armed policeman who all had their sights trained on him.
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Equipment: (1) AR-15, (2) full 30 round magazines, (2) empty 30 round magazines, (1) 9mm handgun, (2) full 13 round magazines, (1) magazine with 10 rounds, (1) .40 cal handgun, (3) 16 round magazines, (1) grenade, (2) field rations, (2) flares, (1) simple first-aid kit, and (1) flashlight.

Status: Fine

 

[Carriers of Dust]

Eric reached to push open the door to the pharmacy, but it didn't budge. "I should have kno-" A burst of static was heard in the alleyway next to the pharmacy. Voices then followed after the static, but weren't understandable. "Could it be a radio...?" Eric hoped. He ran to the alleyway and saw a couple dead people. Cops, members of the RPD. Eric lowered his head, giving respect to his fallen comrads, even though he hadn't know them. Kneeling down, he picked up the radio. "....any...there.....need.....police sta..on...anyone...need hel..." Nothing but static now. Eric pushed the button. "Come in, this is Eric Mason. Come in!" A few moments passed and no one responded. It was decided, Eric was going to the police station. As he stood back up, he heard a moan next to the dead body. Another police officer was coming back to life as a zombie and without thinking twice, Eric pointed his pistol and pulled the trigger. He took a deep breath, a sigh of relief. "Someone is going to pay for this..." Eric turned around and tried to find his way to the RPD.

 

[L]

Eli ran from his house.
"I saw my parents change and I even had to kill them.... I'm not going to let that happen to me." He thought. He knew the safest place nearby was in the hurricane shelter, at the school gym. He thought there had to be at least one or two people there. He couldn't get into the school, though. Everything was locked. About to give up, he remembered he had the wrench and broke in. Not surprising, there were zombies. Everywhere. He had been running in cross country and maneuvered his way out from the zombies, locking himself in the custodian closet. He found a flashlight and an unloaded .357 with a body next to it. A suicide note was attached to the gun, bloody and in German. He didn't understand the language so he kept the note. He continued searching and found 5 shots in a small bucket. For the .357. "I won't use these unless I have to." he thought to himself, again.

He was going to try to find the local gun-store, Shanks. He tried his best to run back to his house killing as few zombies as possible. He almost died a few times, but his wrench saved him. At his house, he went in and got the keys to his car. It was a great idea, and he was able to drive. He got into the car and realized it wasn't going to last long, with one gallon of gas. He had planned on driving to shanks and out of the city but he could only make it to the store. Eli went there and saw a few zombies. He took them out and used the furniture to barricade the door. It didn't look sturdy but it would hold for a little.

In the store he found nothing but handguns. "It must have been looted! Damn it!" He yelled out loud. He grabbed the only model, the Walther PPK, and the shots he could find. He realized he couldn't carry this much. But he realized the zombies could have something useful. Sure enough, they did. On one college student he found a backpack. On the others he found more junk, but a pair of boots. It would surely help him. He then broke the barricade and bolted.
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Status Update:Fine (Green)

Equip update: Monkey Wrench
.357 magnum, 5 shots
Walther PPK, 23 shots

Appearance Update: Scrap Metal T-shirt
Jeans
Boots

 

[Elochai]

It had been a few hours since Levi had arrived at the Police Station. The survivors were poorly organized and more than half of them didn't even know how to shoot. Ammo and weapons were scarce and hope for survival dwindled as one survivor fell after the other.

The man in charge of the band of survivors had been nice enough to show Levi where he could rest for a little while. Levi was sitting on a cot, eating a field ration and looking through documents he found on the laptop. Most of the files had just been endless graphs and numbers. There were a few that put into perspective of what was going on. The reports were on the Progenitor Virus, T-Virus, NE-T-Virus, G-Virus, T and G-Virus Cure, dossiers on the different types of B.O.W.'s, and the real purpose of why the U.B.C.S. had been dispatched to Raccoon City.

Levi (thought): This can't be true. This isn't possible!

Before Levi could comprehend what he just read, gunfire rang out from the office he first met the policeman. Without thinking, Levi grabbed his rifle and ran to the office. As he burst through the door, he saw one of the survivors fall to the infected.

Levi (thought): In the head..

BAM BAM BAM

Three infected fall.

Man in charge: Don't let them through!

Two more of the survivors fall to the infected.

Armed Survivor (panicked): Oh god! I don't want to die!

The man tried to turn and run, but he was stopped short as one of the infected grabbed him by the hair and ripped his throat out.

Levi: Do you have a radio? Any way to contact people that may still be alive in the city?

BAM BAM BAM Ratatatatatata BAM BAM

Man in charge: I have one. It only works with other radio's on the Police Tact Channel.

The man tosses the radio to Levi.

Ratatatatata BAM BAM BAM BAM

Levi clicks on the radio.

Levi: Is anyone there? We need help at the Police Station! I repeat! Is anyone there? We need help at the Police Station!

Radio:This *bzzzt* Eric *bzzt* son *bzzzzzt* in! *bzzzt*

Levi: If you can hear me, get to the Police Station! Be careful! There is more than just zombies walking around! Over!

Radio: *bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt*

Levi (to himself): Sh*t..

BAM Ratatatatata BAM BAM BAM

The last of the infected fall with only five out of the original twelve that was in the office.

Armed Survivor: God help us...
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Equipment: (1) AR-15, (1) full 30 round magazine,(1) 30 round magazine with 8 shots left, (2) empty 30 round magazines, (1) 9mm handgun, (1) full 13 round magazines, (1) magazine with 6 rounds, (1) empty magazine, (1) .40 cal handgun, (3) 16 round magazines, (1) grenade, (1) field ration, (2) flares, (1) simple first-aid kit, and (1) flashlight. New Item: Radio

Status: Fine

 

[L]

Name: Kenji Hayashi

Age: 19

Bio: A college student attending Raccoon City College, majoring in psychology. During the outbreak Kenji was attending a rave and was nearly killed when preforming a light show for several friends, he narrowly escaped by throwing his friend in front of him to be eaten first. He found a dying security member and took the night stick he was holding. Kenji made his way into the city thinking he was halucinating from the weed he smoked earlier in the day but comes to realize hes not.

Weapon: night stick, butterfly knife

Appearance: Yellow Wifebeater, with orange and red vest, Wearing dark green cargo pants, red and black mid rise airforces. Japanese male about 5'8 with black hair with auburn highlights throughout his hair, has a slim well defined build.

Status: Human, currently suffering from psychological trauma.

approved
;D

 

[Carriers of Dust]

After walking for about a mile, almost being bitten by a zombie and one of his ammo clips being emptied, Eric had finally reached his destination, the Raccoon Police Department... but it appeared he had arrived too late. There were random dead police officers and zombies laying on the ground, zombies on the other side of a gate that they couldn't seem to get around, blood all over the place. It seems no police officers could have prepared for this. Eric felt a bit flushed, suddenly. It had deemed on him that he was very fortunate to be alive, traveling from a few cities over after hearing random tips that Raccoon City was the place that started this all, from traveling the streets alone, with not much ammo. He was very lucky to be alive. Then he thought back to the radio transmission he had received telling him to come here in the first place. Was there anyone left alive? Eric could only pray there was SOMEONE left alive, it had taken him about an hour to reach the place, maybe whoever contacted him had bit the dust. Or maybe it was a trap. Many thoughts were popping into his head, left and right, he had to shake it off and see for himself, but not before being extra cautious. Eric opened the front door, turned around and just as he was about to shut it, got tackled to the floor by some type of diseased dog. "Oh ****, GET OFF ME!" Eric held the dog by the throat with all his strength, trying to stop the rabid dog from biting him. "This is it, just like this, I'm going to die." Eric thought to himself.

 

[kooooo8]

Kenji looked around taking in the destruction that engulfed the city, the screams of women and children running from the creatures that chased them filled the air. He walked slowly down the street toward the shopping plaza. As he drew closer to the plaza he saw a black cloud rapidly approaching him. He ran in fear dashing down a side street bumping into one of the creatures, enraging it. The cloud and the creature closed in to devour Kenji, but several ear ****tering blasts echoed throughout the street. Kenji opened his tightly shut eyes to see that the creature and the cloud of crows had died, taking in his surroundings he notices a young woman with some sort of weapon, he lifted himself off the ground and ran after her.

 

[Morphine]

Application

Name: Saskia Petrovsky
Age: 24
Equip: FN Fifty-seven dual, first aid kit, map, compass, three grenades, ammo, combat knife, walkie-talkie and a compact mirror to check on her hair in the most serious of situations.
Bio: Saskia is a Russian woman who works for a mysterious and secret organisation simply known as ‘The Organisation’, sent into the dense, snow-covered forests of Canada with her team to inspect a crash site. When she lands in the forest and finds the wrecked helicopter, a dead body drops out of the side door, which shocks Saskia. The dead man’s head moves upwards, and he groans in hunger, crawling towards Saskia’s feet. She aims for the head and shoots a straight bullet into his forehead, killing him. She reports this to her team, and they finish off the job, killing anything ‘extraordinary’. Saskia sighs, hops into the helicopter and returns back to base. Saskia is still deemed ‘unfit’ after a leg injury from a previous mission, which she claims is minor, but she isn’t allowed in on any of the action, which aggravates her. After a week, her leg is checked and she is given the all-clear. Saskia is given a mission to be sent to Racoon City, but she is not told specifically why. Agreeing to the mission, she is sent as soon as possible to the city, unaware of the horrors she will face, and a familiar face she will encounter.
Clothing: Army vest with a long-sleeved black top underneath, fingerless black gloves, plain black short-shorts exposing her long legs and military-styled boots.
Appearance: Saskia has long, blonde hair curled at the bottom, which springs when she jumps. Her skin is almost flawless, and her lips are peach-coloured, puckered and pretty. She has a heart-shaped head and crystal blue eyes which shine in the moonlight. She is tall, 5’10, and weights 115lbs. Saskia is a beautiful woman, quick-tempered, flexible and cold. She is quite untrusting, but may warm up to you if you don't get on her bad side.
Status: Human.

 

[JaguarsSoul]

Aileen walked on. For a moment, she felt regret. Maybe Vince and that woman already reaced the finish line. How could she be ever dumb enough to reject to come along with them? Only because Vince got suspicious by her scratched arms, it was too dumb. She didn't have anything at all, not a handgun, not even a knife. She lost her knife in an apartment a few streets away. She couldn't take that back. Suddenly, a devilish dog popped out of nowhere, barking like a crazy one. ''Shoo!'', Aileen said, but she already knew that it'd have little effect. Aileen quickly ran away after she noticed that the dog attrackted more infected beings to Aileen. Aileen stopped running, just for a moment. What am I struggling for, she darkly thought. Her mother sure wouldn't want her back and she'd sure be taken with special agents because of her experience. They'd beat her up, trying to get some answers. Aileen sighed as she saw a pack of infected dogs running her way. But her hope began to rise as she saw a building in front of her. The Police Department! Aileen threw some rocks to distract the dogs and quickly went inside the building by an exit. She locked the door and stepped backwards, hoping that the dogs would give up. The dogs were still scratching to the door and they were barking. Aileen was afraid that they'd attrackt more undead, but the silence of the police department invited her to safety. Aileen felt save, but that feeling sure wouldn't last for long...

 

[Carriers of Dust]

(You do know my character is right in the front door with a dog on him, right?)

 

[JaguarsSoul]

I know, but I'm entering through the exit door

That's why x3 Besides, I'd like to meet you at the RP, while giving some time for my character to wander aimlessly in the building

 

[Carriers of Dust]

...I completely missed the part where you said that, whoopsy poopsy.

 

[JaguarsSoul]

Don't mind it =)