Post your stats as so:

Name:
Occupation:
Weapons:
Skills:
Background:
Misc.:
Note: This will be a little further into the future so it will have mechs and like space ships and stuff..
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Name:David Sanchez
Occupation:Brigadier General in Marine Corp.
Weapons:M4A1 Carbine (present day version), Laser pistol, lightsaber knife.
Skills:Well built, fast runner has good aim.
Background:Born in the year 2143 and grew up in a family of Marines now in 2164 he is a Brigadier General who has accomplished many great things.
Misc.:Wife named Katja and 2 kids named Eric and Mason.
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Part 1
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David was in the middle of sleeping when he got a call and was sent to work, he was told to report to the Presidents house and get a briefing of whats happening. He and his squad get in his Hummer H3 (he likes old style stuff) and starts driiving to the White House. After about 50 miles he starts running low on gas so he stops on the side of the road and goes to the back of the car to get the gas tank and fill the Hummer as his phone rings, he asnwers it and it is the President telling him to get there immediatley and David tells him he is alomost outo f gas and will be there soon. So he fills up his tank and drives along to the White House.

1 hour later

He starts to walk through the gates and goes into the Oval Office and the President says, "Sanchez what took you so long?" "Sorry sir, my vehicle ran out of gas." "D*** it Sanchez I told you to get a hover vehicle." Sorry sir, but I love my Hummer and am not getting rid of it until it cant even work." "Ok Sanchez heres the deal, we have people trying to form a rebellion in other countries and they have alot of people, I want you and the squad to go to Afganistan and take their leader out." "Yes sir!"
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Will write mpore when people join.

Name:Central Kolowski
Occupation: INTERPOL Agent
Weapons:XM-8, Glock20c,Combat knife, EMP grenades, Wrench!, Medkits, and occasionally a Vibrosword (Think the Cyborg Ninja from Metal Gear Solid for the sword xD)
Skills:Sniping, building turrets, Healing freinds
Background:Having flown in from Europe to take a tour of the US, and to investigate a few drug-runners.
Misc.: Loves his pistols, and his Xm8...and his Vibrosword. Keeps those with him at ALL times. He has 'shotgunned' his skills (Covered many of them, sacrificing personal time to research each skill ((Sniping, Sentry building, Medical use, Sword use, Pistol and rifle training)) Age: 23 (Young, I know, but he's been doing this stuff from a young age. Skills with Rifle and Pistol are greatest, Vibrosword next, Healing, then building sentrys, which he has just learned)

This post has been edited by Central on May 11, 2006 02:32 am

Name: Caitlen Florence
Occupation: StarBucks Clerk
Weapons: Nada
Skills: Good throw aim(from Softball).
Background: An average girl who just finished High School. She works at Starbucks and loves sushi.

Name: Henrik "Viking" Kowalski
Occupation: Basic teccie, very low in the system. Employed at some huge data company.
Weapons: Energy blade, just a few inches. And a low calibered pistol of sorts, that he isn't supposed to have
Skills: Pretty good with computers and hacking, basic melee and pistol skills. Problem solver à la McGyver
Background: Finished school with average grades, nothing to write home about. Just got a low-paying job at one of the leading computer companies <Insert name here>. Has a feeling that something is out of place with those who employ him. Like something illegal was going on.
Misc.:Likes pizza and Pepsi Max. Non smoker.

Name: Andy Syria
Occupation: Rogue Computer Technician and Physicist
Weapons: Shock Rifle, 9mm Calibre Pistol, Electro-Knife
Skills: Self-defence, Amidextrous, Accurate
Background: Andy was born in Russia. When he was five, him and his family moved to America. His family was killed in an earthquake. His father was said to be a Physicist for a Corporation. A Sub-ordinate took him in.
He worked with the corporation for five years and, when an experiment went wrong, his mind was wiped. He lived on the streets for three months before buying a house once he realized how much money he had earned from his job.
Misc.: Andy smokes.

So Im retarded for carrying alot of stuff with me? Explain that to me, please.
XM-8, Glock20c,Combat knife, EMP grenades, Wrench!, Medkits, and occasionally a Vibrosword.
XM-8 is a decent sized Carbine. That fits on the back.
Glock20c is on the hip
Combat knife, belt.
EMP grenades, about two or three, o nthe belt
Wrench, on the belt
Medkits in a backpack, maybe?
And the vibrosword, on the back crossind under the XM-8.
None of it is too heavy, and even today is physically possible to carry that much stuff with ease.

This post has been edited by Central on May 12, 2006 12:43 am

way to heavey.


Name: Nick Chalion
Occupation: Hacker, Hitman, Gun For Hire, Bartender (As a cover up)
Weapons: Small ppk pp7 like gun with a silencer, but packs a seroius punch, and a K-BAR 12 inche knife
Skills:Hacking, Shooting, Stabbing, Martial Arts, Drink Mixing, Doesn't Think just Does Additude, and can drive pretty well
Background: Parents left him in an ally way, raised himself, got involved in mafia, rose to a high ranking, live in and Old Hub, but it is very safe.
Misc.: Nick Smokes, alot
Note: Jacked a space ship and keep it in and old hub wich he lives in, this space ship is top of the line

Ehh, alright. Probably is al ittle heavy.
Then, Xm-8, Glock20c, and Vibrosword.
Skills:Blade use, Weapons specialist.

Cailten walked back and forth and looked at her watch impatiently. Their bus should have been here minutes ago! Her and her softball team were waiting at the bus stop for their ride to their next game. It was against the Fresno high school team.

"Damnit, where are they?" Mrs. Waters asked, obviously pissed off. She was wearing a blue and white blazer. Those were their school colors.

"That's what I would like to know," Jorden added.

Caitlen went away from the group and sat over at the bus stop bench. There were two other girls on one side of it with there shoulders against each other sleeping. She sighed and dropped her duffel bag at her feet.

Is this an RPG or a story you write incorporating our characters? If it's a story, then so far it's exceptionally vague so far in Part 1. The president wouldnt ask someone to drive to the White House and tell them to go to Afghan; of course, I know very little about that type of stuff. Anyway...

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Name:
-Duncan "Scotty" Wallace

Appearance:
-Short black hair
-Sparkling brown eyes
-Tan skin
-Average Seals build
-6'1"; 180lbs

-Tight black T-shirt
-Generic Black Coat
-Black Pants
-Comfy Black Boots
-Dual Chest Holsters (Covered by Coat)
-Black Tactical Gloves (Put Away in Coat)

Age:
-23

Occupation:
-Ex-Armed Forces
-B.A.N. (Best Answer to the Nation) Gang

Weapons:
-G42 (futuristic G36; shorter, bulkier and carries a 40 round clip)(kept at home)
-Seal Knife (present day knife)
-Dual Glock 36C's (futuristic glock's chambered with 9mm Hollow point ammo; 18 round clip)

Skills:
-Ability to Negotiate
-Ability to Reload/Dismember weapons quickly
-Excellent at Hand-to-Hand Combat

Background:
-After a troubled, poor childhood, "Scotty" was always finding means to acquire money for himself and his two, younger brothers. With his dad gone, mom sexually abusing him and his siblings, he turned a desperate eye to corrupt business. At age 16, "Scotty" got involved in gang-related problems; gang members raided his home resulting in the torture and deaths of his whole family. When this happened, "Scotty" promised to himself that he would find the people that did this and serve justice; which he did. After killing the men responsible, he joined the Navy in an attempt to become a SEAL.

When training to become a SEAL, 87% of his co-recruits dropped out from the brutal training. At age 22, he was sent to an "Undisclosed War" where he received exempt marks with the ability to retire. No one knows what he did to be able to retire with only working as a SEAL for a couple years, but he is living comfortable.

After being a SEAL, he started up a gang named B.A.N. (Best Answer to the Nation) with the goal to do justice to his hometown - whether it being killing another gang member or a dirty cop. His underground gang was unknown by most bystanders, feared by most gangs, and wanted by the Police.

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How's that for a sign-up?

Decided to make it an RPG, but one of my parts will announce when zombies are here, so no one else try to.



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David was on his a C-57 and was flying to Afghanistan when the plane started to drop, he went up to the cockpit to see the pilots missing, blood on the walls and floor and one of the engineers of the plane on the floor, feasting on some flesh. David said, "Sir, back off or I will take action!" The engineer looked up and grinned at him, then he leaped and knocked David's gun out of his hand. David was laughing the whole time and pulled out his knife, turned it on and sliced the engineers head in half. He retreived his weapon put it on his bck and tried to pilot the jet. The controls were jammed so he got his squad and yelled, "Move it men! We have a code black! Get the parasuits on and jump out! (parasuits are like suits with a lot of small parachutes on the back so it slows down faster) So they all jumped out right before the plane crashed into a huge building, it looked the Empire State Building and when they landed they had guns at the ready and were very able to shoot anything they could. David pulled out his radio and contacted HQ saying, "Let me speak to General Johnson, tell him Sanchez needs to talk!" "Sir yes sir!" a few seconds later a man with a deep rugged voice said, "What is is Sanchez?" "Sir, our engineer went nuts and ate the pilots, the plane crashed into what I think is the Empire State Building but I have no idea where we are. I would ask you to check our GPS signals and tell me where we are sir!" "Sanchez, your in New York and you have multiple signls headed towards you, be ready for a fight!" "Yes sir, Sanchez out!" "Ok men we have multiple targets near us and dont hesitate to shoot anyone that looks dead!" "Sir yes sir!" they all replied. All of a sudden some person leaped at on the squad members and David put a bullet in his head right as they landed on the ground and said, "Maine are you injured?" "Sir, he bit me! He f***ing bit me!" "Roger that, get the medic here this instant!"

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Cliffhanger... and Chris, Nick your in but Central, I dont care fix it or dont be in!

This post has been edited by DavidRoxZoRs on May 13, 2006 01:48 am

Duncan "Scotty" Wallace

The jostle of abundance of people crowded the streets of the large city. Scotty rubbed the stubbles on his face with the backside of his right hand as he unhurriedly kept his walk on the sidewalks with the rest of the average pedestrians. Of course Scotty was by no means an average pedestrian, but no one ever gave him a second glance. The traffic jams of the hover cars filled the streets, the angry and irratated clamor from the drivers erupted from the cars.

"God I love this place," Scotty mumbled to himself with a smile. He shoved his hands in his coat pockets and felt the coat tighten, stretch from the pressure. Commercial buildings occupied every pocket on the side of the pavement, creating colossal shadows on the roads. A mediocre bar was across the street right next to other souvneiger shops. Scotty didn't bopther to look both ways as he crossed the packed down gravel and weaved to-and-fro through the standstill of cars. The heavy, wooden double-doors were gaurded by undercover gang members in everyday outfits. They stared into Scotty's eyes and then back to a leveled watch as he passed on through.

Scotty was greeted by the thick aroma of smoke and hard liquor upon entrance of the bar. Scotty surveyed his surroundings with shifting eyes and counted five average civilians, one undercover cop, and three gang members. The feeling of unease started to set in, but Scotty just shook it off; no one really knew the leader of B.A.N.'s appearence but the lukewarm feeling of unpleasentness filled his insides. Scotty casually strolled to the bar and sat down next to the undercover cop who was sipping at his beer. The "pig" looked slowly to his right and gave a quick assessment in his mind of Scotty before going back to his alcoholic beverage.

"Wha'cha want?" An old, balding bartender inquired. Scotty evaluated his choices and responded with a quick point at the "Samuel Adams" underneath the words "Draft".

"Hey, buddy," a gruff voice uttered from behind Scotty, followed by a rough tap on the left shoulder of the undercover cop. "This bar isn't open for your kind."

Scotty didn't bother turning around to comprehend what was about to go on. A gang member was standing by the cop with his right hand in his coat pocket. The cop turned around sluggishly and glared at the gang member up and down, and decided that going back to his beer was much more important that chatting with the fellow.

"Did you hear me asshole? Animals aren't allowed in this place; that means no pigs," the gang member declared to the cop. God damn it, I just want my drink...that's all, Scotty thought to himself as his right hand tediously went towards the opening of his coat where one of his handguns were located. Hope this guy doesn't try and pull anything...

The medic rushed to David's location and tried to bandage the wound but he was to late, the marine was dead. The medic backed up and David got out of the waay and looked at the marine for a moment, then all of a sudden the marine stood up but he had that look like the engineer from the plane. David could only get the words, "Oh shi-" out of his mouth before the marine jumped on him and bit his shoulder. Luckily David's armor protected him as the medic put a hole through the former marine's head.
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I know its short but I dont have much time to write. and Chris, I like it.

Name: Alex Keyes

Age: 29

Job: Ex-Special Forces

Build: Stocky, 5'11"

Mental: Calm, controlled, lone wolf

Weapon(s): A battered Beretta 92FS, Combat Knife

Equipment: Flashlight that can be attached to the underside of his Beretta, silencer for the Beretta, a few spare clips for the Beretta, Zippo, Flashlight, slightly damaged Kevlar vest

Bio: Was a member of an unknown Special Forces team, specialising in assisting with the removal of bioweapons and guarding the scientists alocated the job of disposing of them. Was court-marshalled after killing a scientist who attempted to use a biological weapon on him while they were meant to be removing it from the hands of a group of terrorists.

After finding no work in the UK, he left for the USA. He was on the run after doing various jobs for a government agency still unknown to the rest of the world, and was witnessed doing some of these jobs (assassinations, robberies, giving shelter to a known criminal on one occasion). Five years after escaping a zombie infested city the first time the undead walked (an incident hushed up by the government through the use of a nuclear missile) he was captured and used in a cryogenic freezing experiment, and awoke approximately seven hundred years too early.

After waking up in a cryofreezing chamber and having to kick his way through toughened glass, Keyes has gone out to find out what's happening in the future - and whether or not the FBI are still on his tail...

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How's this? Alright, or too far out?