59657c No.45792 [Last50 Posts]
It happened without warning, the outbreak…we all thought it was just a mutation of the flu….we were wrong, so very wrong. The first cases popped up in Scotland, then reports of more in London, next it hit Germany then spread to Poland and France before making its way to the United States, none of us were prepared for what it did. In just under 72 hours 98% of the world's population was infected. The CDC scrambled to put up quarantine zones, but it was too late by then the virus had spiraled too far out of control and even still if they had been successful it had changed people, they weren't human any longer. They had become something animalistic reduced to a lesser bestial form acting out on their most basic survival instincts. The infected gained a horrible unquenchable thirst, they seemingly congregated around any form of water during the first week only attacking anyone that was dumb enough to get close to them, but then the thirst got worse….eventually the only liquid able to quench their thirst was blood. That's when the attacks ramped up and the death toll sky-rocketed as the infected preyed on the survivors for their blood. Which brings us to the present.
You are a member of a small group of survivors resisting the various infected, a day or so ago an announcement was made over your groups radio. A safe haven for uninfected had been formed in Iceland, the only country to remain uninfected, perhaps if you can all get there in one piece you can finally have some peace from the endless terror of the infected.
The only problem is, you are all smack dab in the middle of Ohio, it's going to be quite the trip to get there and…you have your doubts you can make it in one piece…your group has a decision to make one that is going to affect you for the rest of your lives, however long you may have left.
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59657c No.45793
The infected, we've given them various nicknames based on their appearance and behaviors here are the lists
Weepers:every single common infected has one thing in common. The bleeding, unblinking eyes and the horrible incessant whines and sobs that never seem to stop. It's why we, the survivors have taken to calling them "Weepers" they all congregate around sources of water to cope with the blood loss and dehydration when they aren't able to find sources of blood.
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59657c No.45795
Crawler: These uncommon terrifying abominations are the result of the virus affecting dogs, it's caused them to shed all their skin and sent their muscles into a sort of overdrive giving them a heightened strength and speed, their claws have also undergone a transformation becoming overly large and curved able to rip apart and rend flesh with ease. It's also affected their teeth, rendering them oddly sharp and almost shark-like.
You can tell when they're around due to the disgusting noise their wet bleeding muscle makes when it slaps against the ground.
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59657c No.45797
Stalkers: Not even human anymore, these rare infected have been affected by a necrotizing mutation of the virus, Rendered quadrupedal due to the degradation of the muscles, they might not seem threatening, but they are. They're able to move around and claw at prey through Lactic Acid buildup giving them bursts of energy, however after the Lactic Acid is expanded they are rendered temporarily immobile.
The bones on their fingers have grown into claws sharp enough to rend flesh, muscle and bone with ease, however they lack any sense of conventional sight and hearing so they are essentially blind relying on an odd sense of thermal sensitivity to find prey they use it to stalk and attack anything giving off a sufficient amount of heat, thus to the smart survivor they are easily tricked with flares and other hot items.
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59657c No.45798
Splits: These infected are one of the most heavily mutated by the virus and are thus one of the least likely to be encountered, they tend to stay away from other areas that are heavily populated with the more common variants of infected instead choosing a single hunting ground.
The virus has affected them by causing a protective layer of keratin to develop around the body giving them an exo-skeleton of sorts, however, the torso and face split perfectly down the center revealing a row of sharp fangs designed to encapsulate and impale prey to drain it of its blood much like an iron maiden.
They're fast moving and amble forward in horrid unpredictable jerking motions often appearing to have some sort of seizure mid-stride lending them a very intimidating appearance to those that have never encountered them before.
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59657c No.45799
Vampyre:One of the more terrifying infected
The vampyre are not like the other infected, they're intelligent and able to think and perform calculated and complex attacks, they're even able to utilize weapons.
The virus has infected them much like every other infected making them crave blood and it's caused them to appear less then human, with rows of sharp teeth in places they shouldn't be as well as pointed ears and a sunken nose. The virus has also given them a form of night vision and unlike the other infected they're capable of speech, they tend to congregate in groups, however, it's not unusual for them to remain loners. If you encounter one of these ugly fuckers, good luck you'll need it.
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59657c No.45800
Spawn: The rarest and most heavily mutated out of all the infected.
These abominations are not even remotely human, and seeing one is enough to make anyone shit their pants, the horrible gurgling hiss they make and the way they slither and jerk.
These infected are best described as a writhing mass of flesh and bladed whip-like tentacles capable of wiping out even the most heavily armed of survivors if you ever encounter one of these the best thing you can do is hope it kills you quickly.
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59657c No.45801
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Equipment: DM me what you want, there's a hard limit of 7 items, it doesn't matter what they are, but check it over with me.
Skills:DM me what you want, hard limit of 5 skills these can range from "Driving" to "Stealth" to "Shooting" you get the idea.
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59657c No.45802
You get 3 actions per turn
Combat works on a d20 system
Everyone starts their character by rolling a d20 to decide health
Everyone starts at 100% hydration which decreases by 20% every turn, once it hits 40% you start to get debuffs which then results in eventual death via dehydration.
Infection rate is caused by consuming infected water sources and other things IE being bitten or scratched by an infected.
Everyone starts with 20% as everyone is a carrier, once it hits 100% you either recover putting you back at 0% you die or you turn.
Everyone starts with 100% sanity and suffers a decrease based on things witnessed regardless of how much of a hardass your character is or isn't.
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a5d445 No.45803
 | Rolled 17 (1d20) |
>>45801
Name: "Batter Bob"
Age: Old Enough
Backstory:
Batter Bob used to play Baseball when he was younger, could have gone pro, but decided to settle for a normal life with his newly wed wife. Many years later he was proud father of two sons. When the plague hit his wife and children turned. Bob battered in their skulls.
Now Bob roams Ohio with whatever other survivors remain. With complete disregard for his own safety and emotionally burnt out Bob follows the path laid out before him, at night, lying restless, his silent wheeping keeping the others on edge, never certain if the man had turned.
They say there's safety in Iceland. The others were looking for a new life. Bob's road however had hit a dead end months ago.
Equipment: DM me what you want, there's a hard limit of 7 items, it doesn't matter what they are, but check it over with me.
Skills:DM me what you want, hard limit of 5 skills these can range from "Driving" to "Stealth" to "Shooting" you get the idea.
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168b4f No.45804
| Rolled 2 (1d20) |
>>45801
Name: Johnny Slackjaw
Age: 29
Backstory: Johnny worked as a firefighter for most of his life, got introduced to it by his dad. Picked up climbing along the way.
Equipment: Fireman set, (Takes all slots, includes Fireaxe.)
Skills: Athletic.Climbing, Blades. Stubborn. Healthy
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4c09e2 No.45806
| Rolled 7 (1d20) |
>>45792
Name: Doctor-Babalawo Elias Okunwe
Age: 27
Backstory:
Doctor Okunwe was born in Ife, Nigeria to well-to-do parents. In his time he used his family wealth to attend higher education and obtained a degree in West African History. When the government was thrown into turmoil, Elias made off with the family funds and formed a private militia, declaring himself a prophet of Shango, the Yoruba god of war and virility.
Okunwe's band, the Red Men, harassed the Nigerian government for years until a coalition force was sent in to clear out the various rebel sects like his. Seeing defeat imminent, Doctor Elias fled the country for America.
Unfortunately, the outbreak cancelled any plans he might have had for the future. Now he's stranded in Ohio with a bunch of strange Americans and demonic egun crawling from corpses. Other men would despair, but Doctor-Babalawo Elias Okunwe is ever an optimist. Here, he could form a new Militia, make a new kingdom for himself. And all he had to do was survive the apocalypse.
>Skills:
Leadership x2
Firearms x2
Stealth
>Equipment:
Full camo suit
AK-48 w/ ammo
Skull-pommel cane
Thin-rimmed lensless glasses
Totem of Shango
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4a8412 No.45807
Name: Tony Fuhgettaboutit
Age: 19
Backstory: A college kid originally from New York, Tony found himself in Ohio for school when the plague hit. Now he’s trying to get back to New York, where he hopes his family connections to the mob can get him both support and safety (and his cawfee from fuckin Dunkin).
Equipment: Comb and gel, leather jacket, jeans, a decently sized car, and enough New York roast for two weeks.
Skills: Scavenging, knife combat, driving, smooth talking, cooking.
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4a8412 No.45808
| Rolled 19 (1d20) |
>>45807
Forgot roll
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a2d118 No.45809
| Rolled 4 (1d20) |
Name: Carl
Age: 18
Backstory: most people scoffed at the idea of a zombie apocalypse thinking it "unrealistic", but Carl knew better. Having spent his entire life browsing the internet, studying philosophy, reading literature, and reenacting potential scenarios through "LARP" he had used these unbiased sources to deduce the path which humanity was heading. While people thought him weird and girls avoided him throughout all of highschool he has unrelentingly dedicated himself to prepping for the endtimes and teaching those who would listen on how to survive. Unfortunately his philanthropic endeavors had made him a target to those who knew him so his house was quickly looted by raiders from which he barely escaped with his life. With his stash he had steadily building up over the years stolen Carl now needs to find a way to Iceland with only the things he had on his person left.
Equipment: Zombie slayer Sword, Road Rage hand shotgun,Evil Empire Gasmask, LARP plate armor, cool hat, doomsday prep kit, Investigator's flashlight
Skills: Master Storyteller
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486da0 No.45810
| Rolled 7 (1d20) |
>>45801
Name: "Dr." Tom Hansen
Age: 30
Backstory: Tom was almost a doctor, almost. He flunked out of medical school at the end and was forced into dead end jobs. Desperate for more money to pay off his student loans he turned to healing gang members and other criminals. It worked well enough.
A couple years later and he was getting good at this gig. He would either jurry rig or scavenge what he needed, or buy what he could. He also started making his own medicine and payed the local gang to make sure no one stole from him. When the infection hit where he lived he let the gangs deal with the infected while he grabbed his emergency kit and bolted.
Equipment: Medkit, Flashlight, Canteen, Backpack, Doctor Bag, Big Bottle of Everclear (95% Alcohol by volume), "Doctor" Protective gear.
Skills: Medicine, Surgery, Chemistry, Jurry Rigging, Scavenging
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6dfef4 No.45811
| Rolled 19 (1d20) |
Name: Harald Göranson
Age: 32
Backstory: Harald was an acclaimed chemist working for the military and then the CDC. It's in this role of a CDC operative that he arrived in the city of Colombus to take part of the CDC response team there to help examine and treat the infection. Somewhere before briefing and deployment everything went to hell and Harald ended up plundering the lab for anything useful and the ready room.
Equipment: Chemist kit (2 slots), protective chemist outfit, field testkit, super-soaker(flamethrower/chemical shooter), NBC protection kit, portable solarpanel.
Skills: Chemistry 4, tinkering 1.
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b36aff No.45813
| Rolled 15 (1d20) |
>>45801
Name: Kaja
Age: 24
Backstory:
Columbus is no New York City, but it's still a city, and a city is a pretty shitty place to be an oprhan. Growing up in a shitty orphanage in a shitty part of the city with a shitty public school, Kaja never particularly though she'd be much, and, frankly, nobody else did either; the girl was never particularly smart or promising, and prone to frequent bouts of aggressive or depressive behavior at seemingly random intervals. The first years of her adult life were spent exploring the abandoned parts of the city, getting into fights, and occasional boring manual labor. None of which are useful skills in a civilized society, of course.
They're surprisingly useful now.
Equipment:
Furred Clothes
Pocket Knife
Crowbar
Softened Jackboots
Loaded Century Zastava (Cheap Handgun)
Spare Magazine
Welding Goggles
Skills:
Scavenging x1
Stealth x2
Fighting x1
Athletics x1
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b36aff No.45814
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5d5628 No.45815
| Rolled 9 (1d20) |
Name: Ball Plart
Age: 31
Backstory:
Ball Plart was a mall cop, once. The name isn't important. The location isn't important. What's important is that when the walking dead surged through the streets, he and he alone remained to defend his mall. And defend it he did: to this day his mall stands free of all undead, awaiting the day when civilization rises again and the vendors and shoppers return. Ball is amicable, reliable and professional.
Unless you mess with his mall.
DON'T mess with his mall.
Equipment: Antique Medieval Mace, Replica Knight's Hat, Mall Tech Store NVGs, Mall Cop Uniform, Mall Keys, Handcuffs, Radio
Skills: x2 Blunt Weapon, x2Mall Knowledge, Physical Conditioning
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400722 No.45818
Name: Delilah
Age: 19
Backstory: Delilah was born and raised in Missouri to you adopted black parents. She was treated like a princess but her passion was always guns and cars… at 16 she dropped out of school and apprenticed herself to a local mechanic.
Equipment: Humvee, 9mm Handgun, Gun press
Skills: [Automotive Mechanic (2)], [Lockpicking], [Gunsmith (2)]
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554446 No.45821
>>45792
Name: Al
Age: 41
Backstory: Al was an athlete in highschool and he could have made it big with one big game. It never came. Instead he became a shoe salesman and settled down to become the patriarch of his family. What a load. If it wasn't for the curse on my family, this ball and chain that modern law requires I call it "Wife" and greedy ingrate children I could visit the titty bar whenever I wanted. Well God answered my prayers and brought on the God damn apocalypse. I ran over the nosy neighbors which made a dent and scuff ill never get out. I came in to tell the kids the good news when I saw the children finally attempt to kill me and drink my blood so I took my trophy from the glory days and now I sit here on the couch trying to get the t.v. to work until he has to get back to the mall and his dead end job. Oh yeah and Peg is dead too.
Equipment: Old Football outfit. Bloody Gilded Trophy. Pair of 'Olympian' athlete shoes (from that god awful commercial.). Old beat-up car complete with scuff and dent. Dog. Album of the Glory Days.
Skills: Rage x2 Athelete x1 Fighting x1 Salesman x1
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554446 No.45822
| Rolled 7 (1d20) |
>>45821
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59657c No.45823
>>45803
[Batter Up] Your days of baseball may be long behind you, but by god your skills sure as hell haven't left, your a master when it comes to striking things with your bat and you've acheived a level of blunt mastery far above anything anyone could hope to match +[Ascended Blunt Mastery]
>>45804
[Firefighter] You've been in the business of rescue for as long as you can remember, you suffer no fire damage no matter what the situation (Within reason, I'm not having you survive a swim in lava)
>>45806
[African warlord] As the esteemed doctor and the self proclaimed prophet of Shango, you know a thing or two about forming militias and leading armys. You start with an extra rank in leadership.
>>45807
[Fuhgettaboutit] You're a full-blooded new yorker through and through and as a result you have some "connections" you also know how to do some illicit things others don't
gain the following skills [Drug Creation] [Firearms] [Lockpicking]
>>45809
[Plot Armour] You don't know why, but everytime you seem to be in any sort of danger you have the uncanny ability to somehow come out on top everytime, almost as if you have some sort of unseen force watching over you
Anytime you reach 0 health you can contact the GM and negotiate a deal to come back unscathed, be warned though this isn't a get out of jail free card, you can only use this a grand total of five times and it comes at a big cost.
>>45810
[The good doctor] You may have dropped out of medschool, but you didn't drop what you learned during it and afterwords. You gain a permanent +15 bonus to any healing actions as well as learning healing skills.
>>45811
[Mad scientist] You've been a chemist for as long as you can remember and as such you're able to recognize certain chemicals just by looking at them or smelling them.
(You can recognize any unknown chemicals present as a free action)
>>45813
[School of hardknocks] You graduated at the top of your class from the school of hardknocks you start with an extra level in [Athletics] and [Fighting]
>>45815
[Paul blart mallcop] You are the best of the best, when it comes to mallcops you're better then the rest, sadly the burning down of your mall has affected you a little harder then it should. You start with 67% sanity however your extenesive mall cop training lets you start with a mastery in [Mall knowledge]
>>45818
[Gearhead] Your love of cars is unrivaled, hell you'd probably marry your car if it wasn't a violation of gods law. You start with an extra rank in [Automotive mechanic]
>>45821
[Literally Al Bundy] People often tell you that you remind them of a famous Television character you're not sure why, but you seem impervious to being killed by things that would normally kill people, before the "apocalypse" you tried to kill a rabbit eating vegitables in your garden with dynamite, it blew up in your face but you somehow walked away without having exploded violently.
(You gain a permanant buff in the form of -5 damage reduction to every form of damage)
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59657c No.45824
Use a d100 for normal actions
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59657c No.45825
Everyone starts at max health which is 20/20
everyone who rolled well for starting health gets a +5 bonus everyone else remains at a cap of 20/20
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a5d445 No.45826
| Rolled 62, 99, 51 = 212 (3d100) |
>>45803
Name: "Batter Bob"
Age: Old Enough
Backstory:
Baseball Dad.
Equipment:
+ Jackie Robinson's Bat
Skills:
+ [Ascended Blunt Mastery]
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+ [Batter Up] Your days of baseball may be long behind you, but by god your skills sure as hell haven't left, your a master when it comes to striking things with your bat and you've acheived a level of blunt mastery far above anything anyone could hope to match +[Ascended Blunt Mastery]
Infection Rate:
Health: 25/25
Hydration: 100%
Sanity: 100%
1-3. Living a hollow existence void of all joy had a few downsides. Amongst them was neglecting your personal needs. It would seem that sooner rather than later the Batter would be running out of drinkable water and seeing as this was the end of all things it would probably be useful as well to bring along anything he could find. Besides he could use the excercise.
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cca201 No.45829
>>45792
Name: Chad Johnson
Age: 25
Backstory: Chad was a member of a brotherhood, a marine. He was spec ops, Pakistan, combat applications group. He was delta force. It was in a routine combat mission in the hills of the Hindu Kush region that Chad encountered what were to become the infected. An entire village, all of its people, sick with some unknown illness. A whole company of Pakistani regular army troops disappeared investigating it, any thing that went in didn't come out of that mountain village. Eventually they reached out to american spec ops to help, not that the government didn't have a vested interest in any possible terrorist cell that could make an entire village disappear without a trace. Regardless, none of that concerned Chad and his squad as they deployed in the hills outside of the village. It didn't phase the men when they walked into what can only be described as a slaughterhouse. Corpses lined the streets, half eaten and some still twitching. Chad could feel something in the air, but by the time he and the rest of his squad reacted it was already too late. Abominations of all manner descended upon the squad, and after several hours of a fighting retreat only Chad escaped into the desert. He demanded answers from the brass when he was debriefed, and when none were forthcoming he did his own digging. Big mistake. They came for him in the night, arresting chad under the charges of sedition and treason, pinning his squad's death on him and using him as a scapegoat, claiming he sold his brothers out to the fucking ragheads for as many bearer bonds as he could carry. They locked him up in Fort Leavenworth, and it was here that Chad was when the whole world fucking imploded. By the grace of god he managed to escape, and arriving in the Leavenworth he used the skills he acquired to tactically acquire what he needed to survive from the town's gunshop, a national guard armory, and a weaponsmith. Thus he burned away what was once chad and became an urban warrior, Sir Chad. Eventually he hooked up with a group of survivors, and wanting to atone for being the one man to survive his CAG squad, he was determined to keep these people alive or die trying.
Equipment:
+ Body Armor
+ Automatic Weapon w/ ammo
+ Melee weapon
Skills:
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cca201 No.45830
>>45829
Skills:
+ Hand to hand
+ Shooting
+ Survival Skills
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59657c No.45834
>>45829
[Alpha Male] Others might not like it, but you are the pinnacle of Male Performance, you are everything a man should be, loyal, strong, hardworking and haunted by past demons and regrets.
You gain Max level [Athletics] from your time as spec ops, you also gain two additional levels in [Shooting] and [Survival skills]
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59657c No.45835
You can all start posting your turns now.
Everyone in the group starts at "Motherbase" An apartment complex that your group has rigged up and secured from the infected, however it's starting to get a bit run-down and the power and heating shut off last weak, the damp rain outside hasn't been doing much to help conditions, you've all agreed your best option is most likely to attempt the journey to Iceland, after all you've been preparing for the last month and amassed enough clean food and water for six weeks.
Your options for travel are to head over to the east coast towards new york, however there's rumors the roads are plagued with packs of stalkers that rip apart anything thats dumb enough to travel East.
You all could head north up towards one of the great lakes and cross the border into Canada, the roads north are said to be relatively safe however there are the occasional hordes of weepers, nothing your group can't handle though "You hope"
Your final option is to head south towards Florida rumor has it that the docks down on the coast have yet to be looted, you doubt it's true…but hey Florida is home to Disney World which is supposedly empty, yet utterly devoid of infected.
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486da0 No.45837
>>45835
Tom looks at the map with the others. "How do we know all this information is good anyway?"
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6dfef4 No.45838
| Rolled 13 (1d20) |
>>45837
We don't. But the Icelanders have always been very paranoid when it comes to pathogens. I can believe that they have kept themselves uninfected. Though the question then is would they let US in?
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486da0 No.45841
>>45838
"Doubt. It would be safer to just shoot us before we land."
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6befc2 No.45842
| Rolled 6, 19, 66 = 91 (3d100) |
1/2 - This apartment is a terrible mess! Staying in the city was a mistake, to be sure. We must begin packing our things to leave at once. Whether we go north, or south, or east, only the Orisa know. But we must go somewhere! Instruct the survivors at Motherbase to make preparations for departure, and scrounge up what we can for the road. Especially weapons.
>Leadership [3]
3 - Having a razor would also help. The apocalypse is no reason to neglect hygiene, and a general must look commanding and proper before his men.
>>45835
Name: Doctor-Babalawo Elias Okunwe
Age: 27
Backstory:
Doctor Okunwe was born in Ife, Nigeria to well-to-do parents. In his time he used his family wealth to attend higher education and obtained a degree in West African History. When the government was thrown into turmoil, Elias made off with the family funds and formed a private militia, declaring himself a prophet of Shango, the Yoruba god of war and virility.
Okunwe's band, the Red Men, harassed the Nigerian government for years until a coalition force was sent in to clear out the various rebel sects like his. Seeing defeat imminent, Doctor Elias fled the country for America.
Unfortunately, the outbreak cancelled any plans he might have had for the future. Now he's stranded in Ohio with a bunch of strange Americans and demonic egun crawling from corpses. Other men would despair, but Doctor-Babalawo Elias Okunwe is ever an optimist. Here, he could form a new Militia, make a new kingdom for himself. And all he had to do was survive the apocalypse.
>Skills:
Leadership [3]
Firearms [2]
Stealth
>Equipment:
Full camo suit
AK-48 w/ ammo
Skull-pommel cane
Thin-rimmed lensless glasses
Totem of Shango
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Bonus: [African warlord] As the esteemed doctor and the self proclaimed prophet of Shango, you know a thing or two about forming militias and leading armies. You start with an extra rank in leadership.
Infection Rate: 20/100
Health: 20/20
Hydration: 100/100
Sanity: 100/100
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35d760 No.45843
Name:
Angela McDevitt
Age:
19
Backstory:
A young girl from Edinburgh, Angela grew up in the capital of Scotland and studied English at University. Her parents were both Professors and taught her to be a very nice person. With a strong love for humanity Angela is deeply saddened by the immense horror that has occurred and hopes to dedicate her life to helping others in any way she can.
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35d760 No.45844
| Rolled 19 (1d20) |
>>45843
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35d760 No.45846
>>45843
Equipment:
- Motorcycle
- Jeans
- Boots
- Jacket
- First Aid Kit
- Biker Helmet
- Baseball Bat
Skills:
- Driving
- First Aid
- Singing
- Writing
- Reading
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554446 No.45847
>>45841
>>45838
"A foot up their fish loving asses. Maybe we can bring them something they want like President Man Guy, now there was a real man. What I wouldn't give for 4 more years…"
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486da0 No.45848
>>45847
"If he isn't infected already. Otherwise we have to find the cat since he would, technically, be the president."
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554446 No.45850
>>45848
"Thats true, I almost forgot about the VP. I wouldn't give him up for dead yet though, he had Richard Dean Anderson protecting him after that assassination attempt."
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a2d118 No.45851
| Rolled 22, 3, 23 = 48 (3d100) |
>>45823
Name: Carl
Age: 18
Backstory: Most people scoffed at the idea of a zombie apocalypse thinking it "unrealistic", but Carl knew better. Having spent his entire life browsing the internet, studying philosophy, reading literature, and reenacting potential scenarios through "LARP" he had used these unbiased sources to deduce the path which humanity was heading. While people thought him weird and girls avoided him throughout all of highschool he has unrelentingly dedicated himself to prepping for the endtimes and teaching those who would listen on how to survive. Unfortunately his philanthropic endeavors had made him a target to those who knew him so his house was quickly looted by raiders from which he barely escaped with his life. With his stash he had steadily building up over the years stolen Carl now needs to find a way to Iceland with only the things he had on his person left.
Equipment:
Zombie slayer Sword, Road Rage hand shotgun,Evil Empire Gasmask, LARP plate armor, cool hat, doomsday prep kit, Investigator's flashlight
Skills:
Master Storyteller
Bonus:
[Plot Armour] You don't know why, but everytime you seem to be in any sort of danger you have the uncanny ability to somehow come out on top everytime, almost as if you have some sort of unseen force watching over you. Anytime you reach 0 health you can contact the GM and negotiate a deal to come back unscathed, be warned though this isn't a get out of jail free card, you can only use this a grand total of five times and it comes at a big cost.
Infection Rate: 20
Health: 20
Hydration: 100
Sanity: 100
1. Ball does not look too happy after his mall was burned down. Perhaps I could cheer him up by using the theatre of the mind so that he will always have his perfect mall no matter where he goes.
Master Storyteller
2. Fucking Chad, its not fair that he has actual metal plates along with military body armor. At least he said he would train me in athletics so I could become an "alpha".
3. Sadly my super cool zombie slayer sword seems to be closer to a hunk of metal rather than a true blade. At least it is tough as shit considering the amount of abuse it went through. Which is probably for the best after seeing how Bob smashes zombies, perhaps I should start copying what he is doing and drop the agile fencer thing.
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486da0 No.45852
"We still need to come up with a plan of what we are going to do. I don't have any real data on the virus but I don't think Iceland would really let us in, not in the way we hope anyway. I believe the infection to be a few strains of a virus. We are all, probably, carriers of a recessive version of the Weeper strain. Doesn't mean we can't get infected by other strains, the flu is like that after all. So while long term goals are up in the air we need a short term goal, somewhere to get to besides stopping to loot. Any suggestions?"
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6befc2 No.45853
| Rolled 1 (1d4) |
1 = North
2 = South
3 = East
4 = West
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486da0 No.45854
| Rolled 9, 35, 27 = 71 (3d100) |
>>45835
Name: "Dr." Tom Hansen
Age: 30
Backstory: Tom was almost a doctor, almost. He flunked out of medical school at the end and was forced into dead end jobs. Desperate for more money to pay off his student loans he turned to healing gang members and other criminals. It worked well enough.
A couple years later and he was getting good at this gig. He would either jurry rig or scavenge what he needed, or buy what he could. He also started making his own medicine and payed the local gang to make sure no one stole from him. When the infection hit where he lived he let the gangs deal with the infected while he grabbed his emergency kit and bolted.
Equipment: Medkit, Flashlight, Canteen, Backpack, Doctor Bag, Big Bottle of Everclear (95% Alcohol by volume), "Doctor" Protective gear.
Skills: Medicine, Surgery, Chemistry, Jurry Rigging, Scavenging
Bonus: [The good doctor] You may have dropped out of medschool, but you didn't drop what you learned during it and afterwords. You gain a permanent +15 bonus to any healing actions as well as learning healing skills.
Infection Rate:
Health: 20/20
Hydration: 100%
Sanity: 100%
1. Help load everything into the vehicles.
2&3. Keep an eye out for lootable buildings while we are on the move. If we have the room more supplies are always good.
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554446 No.45855
| Rolled 26, 80, 48 = 154 (3d100) |
>>45823
Name: Al
Age: 41
Backstory: Al was an athlete in highschool and he could have made it big with one big game. It never came. Instead he became a shoe salesman and settled down to become the patriarch of his family. What a load. If it wasn't for the curse on my family, this ball and chain that modern law requires I call it "Wife" and greedy ingrate children I could visit the titty bar whenever I wanted. Well God answered my prayers and brought on the God damn apocalypse. I ran over the nosy neighbors which made a dent and scuff ill never get out. I came in to tell the kids the good news when I saw the children finally attempt to kill me and drink my blood so I took my trophy from the glory days and now I sit here on the couch trying to get the t.v. to work until he has to get back to the mall and his dead end job. Oh yeah and Peg is dead too.
Equipment: Old Football outfit. Bloody Gilded Trophy. Pair of 'Olympian' athlete shoes (from that god awful commercial.). Old beat-up car complete with scuff and dent. Dog Lucky. Album of the Glory Days.
Skills: Rage x2 Athlete x1 Fighting x1 Salesman x1
Bonus:[Literally Al Bundy] People often tell you that you remind them of a famous Television character you're not sure why, but you seem impervious to being killed by things that would normally kill people, before the "apocalypse" you tried to kill a rabbit eating vegitables in your garden with dynamite, it blew up in your face but you somehow walked away without having exploded violently.
Infection Rate:
Health:20/20
Hydration:100%
Sanity:100%
1 Pack things into my car and see who will be in my car or the humvee.
2 Now that the kids are dead I have overflowing energy so lets go for a run. Athlete x2 0/?
3 While out on the run look around for extra supplies particularly gas.
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168b4f No.45856
| Rolled 30, 56, 70 = 156 (3d100) |
>>45823
Name: Johnny Slackjaw
Age: 29
Backstory: Johnny worked as a firefighter for most of his life, got introduced to it by his dad. Picked up climbing along the way.
Equipment: Fireman set, (Takes all slots, includes Fireaxe.)
Skills: Athletic.Climbing, Blades. Stubborn. Healthy, Firefighting
Bonus: [Firefighter] You've been in the business of rescue for as long as you can remember, you suffer no fire damage no matter what the situation (Within reason, I'm not having you survive a swim in lava)
Infection Rate:
Health: 20/20
Hydration: 100/100
Sanity: 100/100
Action 1-3: Help everyone with what they need
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cca201 No.45857
| Rolled 12 (1d20) |
health roll
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cca201 No.45859
| Rolled 29, 76, 34 = 139 (3d100) |
Name: Chad Johnson
Age: 25
Backstory: Chad was a member of a brotherhood, a marine. He was spec ops, Pakistan, combat applications group. He was delta force. It was in a routine combat mission in the hills of the Hindu Kush region that Chad encountered what were to become the infected. An entire village, all of its people, sick with some unknown illness. A whole company of Pakistani regular army troops disappeared investigating it, any thing that went in didn't come out of that mountain village. Eventually they reached out to american spec ops to help, not that the government didn't have a vested interest in any possible terrorist cell that could make an entire village disappear without a trace. Regardless, none of that concerned Chad and his squad as they deployed in the hills outside of the village. It didn't phase the men when they walked into what can only be described as a slaughterhouse. Corpses lined the streets, half eaten and some still twitching. Chad could feel something in the air, but by the time he and the rest of his squad reacted it was already too late. Abominations of all manner descended upon the squad, and after several hours of a fighting retreat only Chad escaped into the desert. He demanded answers from the brass when he was debriefed, and when none were forthcoming he did his own digging. Big mistake. They came for him in the night, arresting chad under the charges of sedition and treason, pinning his squad's death on him and using him as a scapegoat, claiming he sold his brothers out to the fucking ragheads for as many bearer bonds as he could carry. They locked him up in Fort Leavenworth, and it was here that Chad was when the whole world fucking imploded. By the grace of god he managed to escape, and arriving in the Leavenworth he used the skills he acquired to tactically acquire what he needed to survive from the town's gunshop, a national guard armory, and a weaponsmith. Thus he burned away what was once chad and became an urban warrior, Sir Chad. Eventually he hooked up with a group of survivors, and wanting to atone for being the one man to survive his CAG squad, he was determined to keep these people alive or die trying.
Equipment:
+ [Body Armor]
+ [Automatic Weapon w/ ammo]
+ [Melee weapon]
Skills:
+ [Hand to hand]
+ [Shooting III]
+ [Athletics]
+ [Survival Skills III]
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Do not fill
Bonus:
+ [Alpha Male] Others might not like it, but you are the pinnacle of Male Performance, you are everything a man should be, loyal, strong, hardworking and haunted by past demons and regrets.
Infection Rate: 20/100
Health: 25/25
Hydration: 100/100
Sanity: 100/100
1/2/3. If there was one thing Chad hated, it was waiting around. While everyone bickered about what they were going to do, where they were going to go, Chad decided to be productive.
"This town still has plenty of loot we should get before we leave, regardless of where we're going. I don't know about you boys and girls, but I'm not going to wait in this apartment until I turn. I'm going to go get us some shit that might just get us to wherever the fuck we're going."
He then left the apartment complex, inviting anyone willing to help him carry shit back. Plus the fresh air was nice, even if it stunk of rotting flesh.
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6dfef4 No.45861
| Rolled 68, 51, 36 = 155 (3d100) |
Name: Phd. Harald Göranson
Age: 32
Backstory: Harald was an acclaimed chemist working for the military and then the CDC. It's in this role of a CDC operative that he arrived in the city of Colombus to take part of the CDC response team there to help examine and treat the infection. Somewhere before briefing and deployment everything went to hell and Harald ended up plundering the lab for anything useful and the ready room.
Equipment: Chemist kit (2 slots), protective chemist outfit, field testkit, super-soaker(flamethrower/chemical shooter), NBC protection kit, portable solarpanel.
Skills: Chemistry 4, tinkering 1.
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Do not fill
Bonus: )
[Mad scientist] You've been a chemist for as long as you can remember and as such you're able to recognize certain chemicals just by looking at them or smelling them.
(You can recognize any unknown chemicals present as a free action)
Infection Rate:
Health: 25/25
Hydration:
Sanity:
Göran goes off to one of the more remote rooms after he warns everyone away. Fully gearing up and making sure he's properly protected he gets to work
1) some simple styrofoam and gasoline. Mix it up under the right conditions and tadah! Some home-made napalm ready to kill some bleeders
chemistry 4.
2) Toxic corrosive gas could be useful as irritants and straight up killing the infected even if not killing them. A few grenades for that would be useful.
Chemistry 4, tinkering 1
3) explosives. The are plenty of tings that when mixed and treated in the right way can cause quite the boom when detonated. Ever so carefully Göran makes explosives. These reagents should be harmless enough until triggered but that doesn't mean I want to make any mistakes.
chemistry 4, tinker 1
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400722 No.45862
| Rolled 34, 5, 78 = 117 (3d100) |
>>45823
>Name: Delilah
>Age: 19
>Backstory: Delilah was born and raised in Missouri to you adopted black parents. She was treated like a princess but her passion was always guns and cars… at 16 she dropped out of school and apprenticed herself to a local mechanic.
>Equipment: Humvee, 9mm Handgun, Gun press
>Skills: [Automotive Mechanic (3)], [Lockpicking], [Gunsmith (2)]
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>Bonus: [Gearhead]
>Infection Rate: 20%
>Health: 25/25
>Hydration:100%
>Sanity: 100%
1/2/3. Head out with chad, driving along side in the humvee.
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6dfef4 No.45863
>>45852
>>45861
We have some fun stuff now.
"The logical thing would be to get to an island or islandgroup that would be of adequate size to house and sustain us and future additions. We'll want to be able to potentially communicate and trade with any other surviving enclaves"
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fa5c85 No.45869
| Rolled 42, 58, 43 = 143 (3d100) |
>>45835
Name: Tony Fuhgettaboutit
Age: 19
Backstory: A college kid originally from New York, Tony found himself in Ohio for school when the plague hit. Now he’s trying to get back to New York, where he hopes his family connections to the mob can get him both support and safety (and his cawfee from fahkin Dunkin).
Equipment: Comb and gel, leather jacket, jeans, a decently sized car, and enough New York roast for two weeks.
Skills: [Scavenging] [Knife Combat] [Firearms] [Driving] [Drug Creation] [Lockpicking] [Smooth Talking] [Cooking]
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Bonus:
[Fuhgettaboutit] You're a full-blooded new yorker through and through and as a result you have some "connections" you also know how to do some illicit things others don't
gain the following skills [Drug Creation] [Firearms] [Lockpicking]
Infection Rate: 20%
Health: 25/25
Hydration: 100%
Sanity: 100%
1-3. JESUS SHIT MAN WE AINT GOT NO FOOD OR WEAPONS.
Go scavenging for food and weapons in car.
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9ae47a No.45870
| Rolled 7, 21, 12 = 40 (3d100) |
>>45835
Name: Ball Plart
Age: 31
Backstory:
Ball Plart was a mall cop, once. The name isn't important. The location isn't important. What's important is that when the walking dead surged through the streets, he and he alone remained to defend his mall. And defend it he did: to this day his mall stands free of all undead, awaiting the day when civilization rises again and the vendors and shoppers return. Ball is amicable, reliable and professional.
Unless you mess with his mall.
DON'T mess with his mall.
Equipment: Antique Medieval Mace, Replica Knight's Hat, Mall Tech Store NVGs, Mall Cop Uniform, Mall Keys, Handcuffs, Radio
Skills: x2 Blunt Weapon, Mastery: Mall Knowledge, Physical Conditioning
Bonus: Mall Knowledge Mastery
Infection Rate: 20/100
Health: 20/20
Hydration: 100/100
Sanity: 67%
The mall.
THE MALL.
THE MAAAAAALLLLL.
Ball takes up his mace as the sun rises, after another restless night spent in nightmares over the burning of his prized mall. He has no future… no focus… no purpose…
Or does he?
The others speak of Iceland. A safe place. A place… with malls. Yes. He will put in a resume there, and he will take up stewardship of a NEW mall.
But first? First, the undead need to pay.
1. Try to scavenge something to use for mobility. A bike, or a segway…
2. Go with Chad to scout the city and gather supplies.
3. On the way, search for a backpack or other item-holding garment. If we are to make it to THE MALL THAT IS PROMISED we're going to need something to carry things with.
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b36aff No.45924
| Rolled 70, 16, 84 = 170 (3d100) |
>>45823
Name: Kaja
Age: 24
Backstory:
Columbus is no New York City, but it's still a city, and a city is a pretty shitty place to be an oprhan. Growing up in a shitty orphanage in a shitty part of the city with a shitty public school, Kaja never particularly though she'd be much, and, frankly, nobody else did either; the girl was never particularly smart or promising, and prone to frequent bouts of aggressive or depressive behavior at seemingly random intervals. The first years of her adult life were spent exploring the abandoned parts of the city, getting into fights, and occasional boring manual labor. None of which are useful skills in a civilized society, of course.
They're surprisingly useful now.
Equipment:
Furred Clothes
Pocket Knife
Crowbar
Softened Jackboots
Loaded Century Zastava (Cheap Handgun)
Spare Magazine
Welding Goggles
Skills:
Scavenging x1
Stealth x2
Fighting x2
Athletics x2
Infection Rate: 0%
Health: 25/25
Hydration: 100%
>>45869
1/2/3: Scavenge with Tony, since we have literally nothing,
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59657c No.46389
>>45924
You are able to find several useful supplies, however you do encounter a close call with a few weepers, they are easily snuck past though and you manage to bring the supplies back to the base.
+gasoline + 2 weeks worth uncontaminated water +car repair kit
>>45870
On your voyage with chad you find almost nothing, however you do manage to get sort of lucky when you stumble upon a few boxes of ammunition for what appears to be a hunting rifle. +3 small boxes of .308 Winchester munitions
>>45869
You get lucky as you're out scavenging and stumble upon a small cache of food.
+3 weeks worth of canned food
>>45862
Driving along with chad you make a big discovery, you stumble upon a hunting store that has yet to be looted, you manage to take away several useful items from it.
+5 MRE's +3 Winchester Rifles.
>>45861
With your knowledge in chemistry it's a trivial task to create napalm, hell you even manage to make some chlorine gas grenades
you also manage to make some normal grenades however as you're mixing you make a small mistake and it almost explodes in your hand you quickly manage to salvage it though, however you instantly drop the idea of making explosives after this mishap.
+4 chlorine gas grenades +1 Gallon of napalm
>>45859
On your search through the town you stumble across a small liquor store surprisingly it remains unlooted and it sells the good stuff too!
+2 bottles of Laphroiag scotch +1 Bottle Hakushu 12 +1 bottle grey goose
>>45856
You manage to help everyone scavenge for supplies helping them find a lot of goodies you even manage to find a blade sharpener for your axe
(I'm letting your rolls add to everyone elses for this turn since you specified you wanted to help, for being a team player I'm giving you a useful item)
+Blade Sharpener
>>45855
You have some trouble packing things up into your car losing an item or two without noticing however you do manage to have a nice invigorating run. on your run you manage to find a single canister of gas..
+can of gas -bloody gilded trophy
Athlete x2 5/10
>>45854
Whilst loading everything into the vehicles you trip and fall dropping your bottle of everclear breaking it and splashing alcohol all over the ground, meanwhile as you look for lootable buildings whilst on the move you manage to find….fuck all.
-Bottle of everclear
>>45851
Your story is a little lacking, but you think the story of the "Little mallcop that could" got the point across and Ball looks slightly happier for it, not much though.
Your training with chad does not go as planned and you manage to twist your ankle "ouch" this is going to take a few days to heal up +Debuff-Twisted ankle temporary debuff to health locking you in at 15 for 2 turns
You try to copy Bobs technique, but you just can't get it down…it's just so brutal and unrefined you're having trouble bringing yourself to follow through with it, not to mention it just doesn't suit your physique
>>45842
You manage to find a straight razor +Straight Razor
What you don't manage to do is convince the survivors to prep for departure, however they seemingly do so without your guidance anyways so it's a win/win
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59657c No.46441
>>45826
(sorry for missing you in my update)
You luck out and come across an abandoned baseball stadium on your time scouting around, you thank the heavens above that it's not crawling with weepers or anything worse and manage to salvage several useful items from it.
+Full baseball kit including a jersey and several baseballs
+3 large coolers filled with Fruit punch flavored gatorade
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4aa774 No.46442
| Rolled 46, 90, 93 = 229 (3d100) |
>>46441
Name: "Batter Bob"
Age: Old Enough
Backstory:
Baseball Dad.
Equipment:
+ Jackie Robinson's Bat
+ Baseball Cap
+ Baseball Jersey
+ Several Baseballs
+ 3 Large Coolers filled with Fruit Punch flavored Gatorade
Skills:
+ [Ascended Blunt Mastery]
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Bonus:
+ [Batter Up] Your days of baseball may be long behind you, but by god your skills sure as hell haven't left, your a master when it comes to striking things with your bat and you've acheived a level of blunt mastery far above anything anyone could hope to match +[Ascended Blunt Mastery]
Infection Rate:
Health: 25/25
Hydration: 100%
Sanity: 100%
1. Bob was a bit out of shape. Its been a while since he had to run after his boys. He'd jog the way back to get back in shape. (Train Athletics)
2. It was probably best if Bob left the Coolers back at Motherbase. Surely not everyone would have been as lucky as he had been and running around with them served little purpose.
3. Back at Motherbase Bob had nothing to do but sit around and contemplate what he had done, something he really could not do for long. Instead he would go out once more to scavenge things he could use to reinfroce motherbase and make it a more secure location until they eventually decided to move on.
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168b4f No.46443
| Rolled 45, 47, 25 = 117 (3d100) |
>>46389
Name: Johnny Slackjaw
Age: 29
Backstory: Johnny worked as a firefighter for most of his life, got introduced to it by his dad. Picked up climbing along the way.
Equipment: Fireman set, (Includes Fireaxe.) Blade Sharpener
Skills: Athletic.Climbing, Blades. Stubborn. Healthy, Firefighting
Bonus: [Firefighter] You've been in the business of rescue for as long as you can remember, you suffer no fire damage no matter what the situation (Within reason, I'm not having you survive a swim in lava)
Infection Rate:
Health: 20/20
Hydration: 100/100
Sanity: 100/100
Action 1: Sharpen my axe so as to make sure it doesn't fail me during one of the essential moments of the coming fights.
Action 2-3: Help Bob with his scavenging mission.
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