Post by The Necromancer on May 13, 2011 16:56:09 GMT -5
Fay's Rest, Alaska. A picturesque winter wonderland, a hub for all types of winter sports- skiing, sledding, Ice Hockey. A city of over Thirty thousand, not counting the slew of tourists during the winter when the snows are highest, as well as being the headquarters of the international pharmaceutical company, Osmond and Miles Medical Research, or 'Ommer' as the locals call it, a slur of the acronym OMMR.
It's December in Fay's Rest, and the tourists are at an all time high. The streets are flooded with the vehicles and pedestrians of both local families and visitors from elsewhere, enjoying the beautiful winter weather.
At least, until a few hours ago. During a test of a million dollar miracle cure for cancer, an accident in the OMMR building's sterile research chambers caused the highly virile gaseous chemical to seep out into the air. At first, it seemed to be of no consequence to the corporation, a simple inconvenience, until the test subject bit the arm off of one of the medical examiners. Foaming at the mouth, the apparently rabid patient slammed through a reinforced glass window into the observation area, managing to attack and savage six more OMMR personnel before security subdued her. Before long, the injured staff repeated the actions of the insane patient, and it spread like wildfire from the majestic OMMR building into the idyllic, carefree streets of Fay's Rest.
Within a few hours, nearly all of the city was infected, both from direct contect with the OMMR staff and from the escaped gas. With the blizzard of the century blowing in, there was no escape from the creatures roaming the streets.
Now, twelve hours since the open warfare in the streets has fallen to a few sputtering burts of gunfire here and there, the blizzard has yet to show reprieve, and in near white out conditions, the survivors of the deadly outbreak are stranded in the remote paradise-turned-nightmare until either the blizzard lets up or rescue arrives.
For the most part, the streets and public buildings are overrun, a few private residences and small business have survivors holed up safely inside, but like moths to a flame, the shambling undead are drawn to the smell of the terrified survivors.
Welcome to Fay's Rest.
Alright, here's the dealy-o. I know most of my RP ideas have kinda flopped, but i figure i may get some kinda response to this if anyone's left. Characters will be survivors of some sort- locals, tourists, cops, OMMR personnel, etcetera. I have one limitation- let's take it easy on Ex-Military or Special Forces stuff... That stuff all-too-often ruins a good zombie rp.
Character Sheet Template/My Character:
Name: Daniel Rafael Frost
Age: 26
Hair: Black, with bleached-white tips, shoulder length and layered.
Eyes: Stormy, ocean-gray.
Physical Description: Tall, with a slim build and plenty of lean muscle, Daniel, or, Rafael as he prefers to go by, is built like a cat, and moves as such.
Background/History: Born the son of billionaire hotel owners Lyle and Anna-May Frost, Daniel lived a life of luxury, receiving whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and never attended a public school in his life. He moved to Fay's Rest after he graduated highschool, in the hope of attending the local university, Nigel Fay University of Technology. Staying in the largest of the city's hotels (which his parents own) he attended classes on programming and building computers, as well as a few in-depth lessons on hacking taught by an underpaid and disgruntled programming professor. After graduating, Daniel got a job with the Fay's Rest PD, managing the computer systems of the understaffed Police Department. At twenty-five, he was dropped from the force when he was accused of being the "Surgeon"- the Surgeon being the moniker of a serial killer that had taken the lives of a handful of women- so named for his habit of violating the women, and then removing as many of their organs as possible while they were still alive. Though the evidence was overwhelming, Daniel was never convicted.
Outfit: Grey jeans, a pair of yellow converse hi-tops, a black t-shirt and a nondescript, fur-lined red jacket.
Weapons: (To start, small weapons only unless it fits your character) A five lb wrecking bar, painted red, and a custom-made, 9mm ceramic red Sig Sauer.
Personality: Calm, collected, and calculating, if a little cold. Daniel has a tendency to talk to himself, and at times only answers to one of his two names; Rafael or Daniel. It's speculated that he may have a split personality, or be slightly schitzophrenic. If the charges that he dodged were correct, he may also be psychotic.
It's December in Fay's Rest, and the tourists are at an all time high. The streets are flooded with the vehicles and pedestrians of both local families and visitors from elsewhere, enjoying the beautiful winter weather.
At least, until a few hours ago. During a test of a million dollar miracle cure for cancer, an accident in the OMMR building's sterile research chambers caused the highly virile gaseous chemical to seep out into the air. At first, it seemed to be of no consequence to the corporation, a simple inconvenience, until the test subject bit the arm off of one of the medical examiners. Foaming at the mouth, the apparently rabid patient slammed through a reinforced glass window into the observation area, managing to attack and savage six more OMMR personnel before security subdued her. Before long, the injured staff repeated the actions of the insane patient, and it spread like wildfire from the majestic OMMR building into the idyllic, carefree streets of Fay's Rest.
Within a few hours, nearly all of the city was infected, both from direct contect with the OMMR staff and from the escaped gas. With the blizzard of the century blowing in, there was no escape from the creatures roaming the streets.
Now, twelve hours since the open warfare in the streets has fallen to a few sputtering burts of gunfire here and there, the blizzard has yet to show reprieve, and in near white out conditions, the survivors of the deadly outbreak are stranded in the remote paradise-turned-nightmare until either the blizzard lets up or rescue arrives.
For the most part, the streets and public buildings are overrun, a few private residences and small business have survivors holed up safely inside, but like moths to a flame, the shambling undead are drawn to the smell of the terrified survivors.
Welcome to Fay's Rest.
Alright, here's the dealy-o. I know most of my RP ideas have kinda flopped, but i figure i may get some kinda response to this if anyone's left. Characters will be survivors of some sort- locals, tourists, cops, OMMR personnel, etcetera. I have one limitation- let's take it easy on Ex-Military or Special Forces stuff... That stuff all-too-often ruins a good zombie rp.
Character Sheet Template/My Character:
Name: Daniel Rafael Frost
Age: 26
Hair: Black, with bleached-white tips, shoulder length and layered.
Eyes: Stormy, ocean-gray.
Physical Description: Tall, with a slim build and plenty of lean muscle, Daniel, or, Rafael as he prefers to go by, is built like a cat, and moves as such.
Background/History: Born the son of billionaire hotel owners Lyle and Anna-May Frost, Daniel lived a life of luxury, receiving whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, and never attended a public school in his life. He moved to Fay's Rest after he graduated highschool, in the hope of attending the local university, Nigel Fay University of Technology. Staying in the largest of the city's hotels (which his parents own) he attended classes on programming and building computers, as well as a few in-depth lessons on hacking taught by an underpaid and disgruntled programming professor. After graduating, Daniel got a job with the Fay's Rest PD, managing the computer systems of the understaffed Police Department. At twenty-five, he was dropped from the force when he was accused of being the "Surgeon"- the Surgeon being the moniker of a serial killer that had taken the lives of a handful of women- so named for his habit of violating the women, and then removing as many of their organs as possible while they were still alive. Though the evidence was overwhelming, Daniel was never convicted.
Outfit: Grey jeans, a pair of yellow converse hi-tops, a black t-shirt and a nondescript, fur-lined red jacket.
Weapons: (To start, small weapons only unless it fits your character) A five lb wrecking bar, painted red, and a custom-made, 9mm ceramic red Sig Sauer.
Personality: Calm, collected, and calculating, if a little cold. Daniel has a tendency to talk to himself, and at times only answers to one of his two names; Rafael or Daniel. It's speculated that he may have a split personality, or be slightly schitzophrenic. If the charges that he dodged were correct, he may also be psychotic.