Resident Evil: Outbreak

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Dean Winchester

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RP Name: Resident Evil Outbreak
Classification: Blood and Gore, fiction, present time.
Year: 2007
Location: Raccon City- mid western town surrounded by the Arklay Mountains, the Arklay Forest and the routes leading to other major cities. It's quite urban, though it has several rural areas. Currently, the city was set under quarantine due to a bio-hazard outbreak caused by an incident in a mansion located deeply into the Arklay Forest.
Here's the RP Thread: Raccoon City


Current Status: Critical
Objectives: Survive while finding a safe escape route before Umbrella destroys the city with an atomic bomb.

Rules:
-Everyone is human regardless of your RP bio.
-No magic
-Swords and other weapons are admitted, though keep in mind we are trying to survive. We can't pawn the enemies so easily.
-Other General Roles of Role Play


Reminder: Please include weapon of choice to begin with. Other weapons and ammunition can be found during the role playing experience.
Requirement: Post a quick bio including: Name, Date of Birth, Height, Weight, Complexion, Appearance, Job, Equipment, and Background History.

Group: You can join as one of the following teams. Your role will change depending on your.


S.T.A.R.S.- Special Tactics and Rescue Squad. Half of the team was decimated during the mansion incident. The group is being lead by Albert Wesker. Limited space.
-Julius-William Alex Kennedy
-SoulCorruptor-Vex
-Jimmy-Michael Burton
-Gaaramaster-Joe Luccini

Raccoon Police Officer: As an officer of the police department, your duty is to ensure civilians survival. You have access to most areas inside the Raccoon Police Department. Your appearance should be similar to a police officer.
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Civilians: among these we have shop owners, mercenaries, security officers, lawyers, etc. Their role is to survive the chaos brought to Raccoon City. Try to portrait yourself trying to survive a city infested with hordes of zombies.
-Shenorai-Salena
-Serge68-Sirus Brisbane
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Umbrella Agent: soldiers placed under the command of the Umbrella Corporation. Their outfit should hide their identity unless the character wishes to be known personally. They normally have heavy machine guns and work in secrecy. Their mission is to retrieve samples of the virus and eliminate are threats to Umbrella.
-Loki-Mikaere Tama Tamati
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Umbrella Scientist: Scientists placed under the command of Umbrella Corp. They can wear both civilian clothes and the usage of a scientist's robe is completely optional.
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Can I be an Umbrella Agent.

I will use Mikaere Tama Tamati

Pull everything from that bio but changed the following But a few changes
  • He wont have the disfigured face. His eyes are blue.
  • His attire will be suit to make him look like a detective.
  • He has a bullet proof vest under his shirt.
  • And carries what he needs to get the sample and a Desert Eagle and a knife.
He is one of Umbrella's top soldiers. Joined them at age 21.
 
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Hmmm I would like to use my Licoth(sp, so late at night) profile for this one, if at all possible. Could I be a star agent if at all possible?
 
Cool a Resident Evil RP may i join? Here is my bio...

Name: Michael Burton

Age: 25

Height and Weight: 5 foot 11, 189 pounds

Skin Colour: White

Job: STARS member under the command of A.Wesker, Position: Marksman and Communication and Infiltration expert.

Weapons:
1st) Combat Knife
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2nd) "Beretta" 92 FS cal.9mm automatic handgun http://www.esercito.difesa.it/root/equipaggiamenti/img_equip/img_schede_armi/Beretta.gif

3rd) 9mm Sub-Machine Gun
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4th) Smith and Wesson 357 (magnum)
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Other equipment:
1st) Small communication radio with batteries
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2nd) Flash Light with batteries
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3rd) Lock Pick
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4th) First Aid Spray
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5th) Bandages
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6th) Bullet proof vest
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Clothes: STARS standard uniform (similar to the one Chris Redfield uses).

Apperance: Michael as short dark brown hair, light brown eyes and his well built.

Special skills: Michael is a great shooter, being second only to Chris Redfield former STARS marksman, he took a small course of 1st aid assistance working as a substitute para-medic for the STARS unit, and being a former burgler he knows how to pick locks and is good in infiltration operations.
Being a former marine he is also a good hand to hand fighter.
He can also drive relatively well.

Special fighting moves: Neckbreaker (like Hunk uses in RE4), Frontal Punch (like Wesker uses in RE4), Roundhouse Kick, Armbar (submission move) and Tackle (charges against opponent knocking him to the ground).

History: Michael is far from being a average day cop, he grew up in the Bronx. Being a white kid in the middle of a majorily black community was not easy for him, he got beaten up almost everyday that he went to school, and was even stabbed by a fellow classmate because he did not want to give him his lunch money.
Eventually when Michael reached 18 years, he left the Bronx and joined the USA Marines, his training was pretty tough and it changed him forever, he returned to the Bronx three years later, and word is that one day there was no more criminal acts in his neighborhood, although it's not confirmed if Michael had something to do with it.:rolleyes:
When he was 22 Michael he was banned from the Marines after disobeying his superior, according to the official report Michael refused to shoot a "terrorist", which is in fact a lie, since the commander ordered him to kill the terrorist family and not the terrorist himself.
Getting kicked out of the army affected Michael, and he turned to crime as a way to revolt against the system.
One day Michael was caught, by Captain A.Wesker and the rest of the STARS unite, robbing a bank in Racoon City. He was captured and sent to prison, but Captain A.Wesker decided to give Michael a chance after Barry Burton (who is Michaels uncle) asked him to put him on the Racoon City Police Academy.
Being given a second chance Michael made the most of this opportunity, and ended up being selected to join the STARS team.

Personality: Arrogant and a loudmouth, this would be the things that define Michael the best. He as no problem saying what he thinks even if it means questioning his superiors. Despite this minor drawbacks, his fellow teammates respect him and know they can count on him for backup, even if it means putting himself in harms way.

Ambitions: Just like any other police officer Michael wants to reach the top of the Racoon Police Academy mountain, which means that he hopes to become STARS captain one day. Besides that Michael always had the strange dream of opening a Video Game store, since he is a fanatic player himself.










 
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List of Enemies

Name: William Alex Kennedy
Date of Birth: September 1st, 1985
Age: 22
Blood Type: 0
Birthplace: Washington D.C.
Weight: 189 pounds
Height: 5'10"
Complexion: Caucasian
Skin Color: Tanned
Job: Rookie Member of the reformed S.T.A.R.S.
Equipment:
-Bulletproof vest with "S.T.A.R.S." logo on the back, his surname written above the logo.
-Combat Knife
-U.S. 9mm M9-P. Beretta with 15 rounds
-Taurus Raging Bull Revolver
-Handgun Magazine X 3 each contains 15 rounds
-Flashlight
-First Aid Kit
-First Aid Spray (2)


Appearance:
He wears a blue shirt with navy blue pants, his bulletproof vest, and his 9mm handgun attached to his dark brown leather belt. His hair was short and combed to the back. His eyebrows were thin and sharp, and he had blue contact lenses. He was wearing black glasses and a radio. Among his other gear was a combat knife, a watch, a cell phone and his wallet.




Background History:

William was born in Washington D.C., the son of John Michael Kennedy and Amanda Birkins. After he was born, their parents moved on to the mid western town of Raccoon City and started a new life. William's father, John Michael Kennedy, joined the police department and soon became Chief of the Raccoon City Police Department. Years later, the S.T.A.R.S., Special Tactics and Rescue Squad, was formed and among their members we had Albert Wesker, Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, and others. Unfortunately, the team was decimated during a rescue mission of the Bravo Team, leaving only a few members left. Several Reports included that the teams were attacked by hordes of monsters, a story that was barely credible. The S.T.A.R.S. were suspended and the case was closed.

Two months ago, the S.T.A.R.S were reformed under the command of the previous captain, Albert Wesker, and assigned to a new mission. Days after the "incident", reports were made about bizzare murders ocurring near the outskirts of Raccoon City. The victims were apparently, eaten.


William A. Kennedy was invited to be part of the S.T.A.R.S. weeks before the murders began. He didn't knew in what sort of nightmare he getting himself involved.


-Personality: William is a calmed, sometimes self centered, cool and collected young man. He tends to keep an eye on his own explosive behavior during situations of life and death. His the one that, no matter what's the situation, he will not give up until his mission is complete.


-First Impression:
At first, one would think that William is just one of those men who thinks only about his goals. He likes to be very competitive, sometimes rude if he gets pissed, tends to be quite sarcastic. Nevertheless, he has won the respect of many in the R.P.D. and though he is quite a "one man army", he would gladly accept help if needed.


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Name: Joe Luccini
Date of Birth: June 6, 1986
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 183
Complexion:Causcasian
Appearance:Wears his bullet proof vest at all times, along with the normal STARS outfit. Has his rocket launcher slung around his back. His pitch black hair is half way down his neck and has a look as if it was never combed. He wears most of his equipment in a belt, with the exception of rocket reloads which he carries in a backpack. He can normally be seen wearing sunglasses and a fedorra(sp).
Job: STARS Heavy weapons expert
Equipment:
-Bullet-proof STARS vest
-Rocket Launcher
-Combat Knife
-First Aid Spray x2
-Green Herb/Blue Herb mix x3
-Acid Rounds x5
-Fire Rounds x4
-Normal Rocket Launcher rounds x2
Background History: Originally, Joe was named Tomas Lenti, andwas part of an italian mafia in New York as the right hand man to the Don. However, after the cops got a lead from someone and arrested a large number of the mafia, he felt he was endangering his family and fled to Racoon City, changed his name to Joe Luccini, and joined the polic force, where he felt safe, although slightly pissed off at his change of life. He was eventually invited to be part of the STARS team, due to his "unexplained superior use and knowledge of firearms".
 
Name: Salena Brown
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Job: Civilian

Appearance:
- Hair: She has very short, scruffy-looking black hair with slight curls here and there. Normally, a red fedora hides some of her hair, but it is still visible, even over her eyes.
- Eyes: Hazelnut brown
- Height: 5 fet 8 inches
- Weight: Hmph...how rude!
156 lbs
- Complexion: Caucasian and tender to the touch, She does have a bit of muscle beneath her soft skin
- Build: Salena sports a rather athletic build. More or less needed for her line of 'work'
- Noteworthy Features: Salena bears a couple of gunshot scars near the base of her back. It barely misses the spine. Considering the age of the scar, it was something she received years ago.
- Attire:
Head: Red fedora with a faded lilac band.
Torso: White tank top, Red zipped jacket bearing pockets with zippers and a collar folded down, Black messenger bag with supplies
Hands: Fingerless bicycle gloves
Waist and Legs: Charcoal-black jeans with slits that show off the ankles, Black leather belt with a silver buckle
Feet: White ankle-high socks and black slip-resistant work shoes
Appearance in a Nutshell: Click me.

Weapon(s): These are kept inside of her messenger bag with the exception of the Colt Pocket Hammerless, which is kept in her pocket. All of these weapons are stolen.
- Colt Pocket Hammerless (Pistol)
- M1911A1 (Pistol)
- Beretta 92 (Pistol)
- M4 Carbine (Assault Rifle)
Armor: Worn beneath her jacket is a Flak Jacket, stolen of course.
Miscellaneous Items: Salena doesn't only carry guns and their ammo in her bag. She also has the following;
- Flashlight (with four extra batteries)
- First Aid Kit
- First Aid Spray x3
- Wegner Model Swiss Army Knife
- Extra roll of gauze

Quick History: Salena grew up in a neighboring city, one of the few rats who survived in a gang. Once she had reached her mid teens, she and the rest of her gang members fled to Raccoon City mostly to seek refuge from the stronger gangs after their territories were taken over. Though they managed to find a few jobs here, they still kept up their marksmanship at a local shooting range in case they were to return.
However, Salena would end up using her skills against her gang members. Coming home after shopping for food, she found four of the members ganging up on the stronger two, attacking and even devouring them! Salena, being the last living member, grabbed the nearest weapon, a stolen Beretta, and shot them all before running out through a back door. Since then, she had been keeping an eye out for any other people who were experiencing similar symptoms, acting as a bit of a vigilante and putting a rest to their tormented souls
 
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((Okay, here it is! I've also added it a second time to make sure that y'all could see it!))

((Oh, and is my character the only one here that isn't a walking avatar of zombie doom? Just curious.))

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DOB: December 15th, 1989<o:p></o:p>
Age: 17<o:p></o:p>
Occupation: College student, working a part-time job as a dishwasher. He's B-boy on the side, though that really doesn't pay at all. Otherwise, he's just a civillian.<o:p></o:p>
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Build: Toned, athletic, and wiry<o:p></o:p>
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Eyes: Light green<o:p></o:p>
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Hair: It'd be short, black and curly if he hadn't shaved it. He got his hair cut to save himself the trouble of putting on a hair net during work.<o:p></o:p>
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Complexion: African american. His skin is the color of burnt sienna. There' enough muscle on him to tell that he keeps himself fit and in shape, yet not quite enough to make him some sort of muscle-bound, meat-headed freak.<o:p></o:p>
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Height: 6 feet, and 2 inches<o:p></o:p>
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Weight: 170 pounds<o:p></o:p>
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Noteworthy features: His arms and legs have several scrapes and bruises from "breaking" accidents during practice. There's a bite scar on the side of his wrist (left) and bicep (left as well) that he had gotten from a nasty encounter with a zombie.<o:p></o:p>
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Head: A forest green baseball cap<o:p></o:p>
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Torso: A slightly dirt-stained, white, wife beater t-shirt, and a dark gray zip-up hoodie with the words <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">ROME</st1:place></st1:City> emblazoned in dark red.<o:p></o:p>
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Legs: A pair of dark blue "Just right" jeans. He calls them "just right" because they're not too tight (He hates tight pants, and the feeling of his junk not getting any space to breathe. Of course then again, anybody would, right?), and not too baggy as to hang off of his ass. In other words, they're perfect for any activity that should ever come to his mind. Oh, and the pant cuffs are slightly frayed at the edges.<o:p></o:p>
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Feet: a black pair of old school Chuck Taylors's (and no, there's not an "emo" bone in his body)<o:p></o:p>
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Weapon: Aside from his wits, and whatever he's managed to glean from the occasional zombie horror movie, he's able to apply his B-boying skills (when he's able) to a fight. Although, he usually more of a brawler. He recognizes that he's got a lot to learn, and desires to learn a lot more about fighting and martial arts.<o:p></o:p>
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Wallet: Not much in here aside from ID, bus card, library card, license, blood donor card, and a couple of condoms (just in case).<o:p></o:p>
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Flashlight: Nothing too fancy here. It's just something that he grabbed from around his home. It's got a black rubber grip with a blue frame, meaning that it's no good for bludgeoning, and it runs on AA batteries. He usually used to use it for getting downstairs to the circuit breaker when power went out. <o:p></o:p>
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Knife: Already listed in the weapons section...<o:p></o:p>
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"Bad luck" walkie-talkie: A black security guard-issue walkie-talkie. It's currently out of operation, as there's no known available radio frequencies (that he knows of) in his area. Though it does usually flare up, crackling to life in the most inopportune situations, which usually involves getting him screwed over.<o:p></o:p>
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Personality: Sirus tends to be on the overly serious side. Though that usually translates into him being easily lost or confused. He's the type of person that that never really let's go once he gets a hold of a passion. Not that's he becomes obsessed, it's just that the passion never seems to die. He's always been the fun-loving type, often willing to try anything that's fun just once. He really doesn't like to work at all, preferring to take his time to be lazy about things. How he managed to get into college at his age and with his work ethic is a question that still puzzles him to this day. Despite whatever fronts he may happen to put up, be they the "tough guy", "smart ass", or "laid-back", he's a very sensitive person underneath all of it. When something scares or frightens him, he'll usually end up swallowing his fear, allowing it to either scar him slightly, or effect him visibly. Either way, he's not that good at hiding it. Perhaps it's his natural childishness? He also seems to be a restless, person. One of the things that makes him feel the least comfortable is staying in one place for too long.<o:p></o:p>
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Other than that, Sirus is both a talented and deeply intelligent individual. There seems to be more to him that meets the eye, proving that Sirus has the potential to be something great in the future.<o:p></o:p>
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Survival, of course for him means different things. The first and foremost thing however is that, he likes to cut the foreplay when it comes to survival. Sensitivity, restlessness, easiness. They mean nothing to him when it comes to saving himself or others. So just for a moment, he can endure it all, that is if that's what it takes to survive. Of course, he's also bit lucky, seeing as how (much to his chagrin) folks seems to naturally want to protect him. Is it because he's a kid? He doesn't quite understand it himself.<o:p></o:p>
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People generally tend to find Sirus in his near-constant state of confusion and bewilderment quite. Though you can tell by a glance that there's more to him than that. He generally tries to be nice and coueous, offering his asssistance when necessary. Others tend to have a strong urge or desire to help him, especially his elders.<o:p></o:p>
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Given current circumstance however, as much as he'd like to scream at the top of his lungs, he's trying as hard as he can to be as calm as possible.<o:p></o:p>
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Background: Sirus was given up for adoption at the age three, living in St Mary Jude’s orphanage until he was six. He was later adopted by the Brisbanes, a poor but earnest and hardworking family. He had excelled in the Racoon city public education system and lived on the wrong side of the track, but often found himself getting beaten up by his peers on the mean streets for his superior intellectual capacity. He was a hardened street-fighter (at least in his and his peers minds) by the time he was ten. He had stumbled upon B-boying when he was eleven and hasn’t stopped since. The thing that he loves most about it is the freedom. For the times spent with the audience focusing on him, he felt like a king. And for the times when he was using and developing his own style, he’d felt like he was flying. B-boying though played a major role in him staying away from drugs and gangs, which have been caused by the economic and financial disparities of the nation. He got accepted into RCU (<st1:place w:st="on"><ST1:PRaccoon </ST1:PCity </ST1:PUniversity</ST1:P</st1:place>) around his seventeenth birthday, and has been attending school and his dish-washing work-study job ever since.<o:p></o:p>
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When the outbreak first started, his first assailant and victim was his boss (satisfying isn’t it). His newly zombified boss had gotten a hold of his arm and had bitten it in several places. Desperate to survive, and bleeding thoroughly, he managed to grab a hold of a near-by steak knife, driving it through his brain. He had left in a panic, heading home to pack up his personal effects. He thought that he was going to jail for murder. When he came home though, he had found that to his horror, his family had killed themselves to avoid becoming zombies themselves. He grabbed his things and headed back out onto the streets.<o:p></o:p>
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One of the things that he had found peculiar though, is that the bites and wounds that he had gotten from zombies, healed extremely quickly, and barely required cleaning.<o:p></o:p>
 
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Welcome Serge. Just tell me the group in which you want to belong. Unfortunately, all "S.T.A.R.S." spots have been occupied. You still can decide between:

R.P.D. Officer
Civilian (greatly recommended)
Umbrella Agent
 
Lol did you inspire on Resident Evil Outbreak to writte the begining of the story Julius?:P

That scene from the bar seemed pretty similar...i wonder what will happen to the bartender:rolleyes:
 
Yes, and don't forget, the more zombies you blow into pieces, the happier you will be. It also helps to lower stress :)

Expect my character to drive a police car like crazy and crash against a tree near the police station. Who knows, maybe Nemesis could appear...:P
 
Having Nemesis run after the STARS members would be fun, my character will eventually return to the police station as soon as the situation starts getting more out of control.
 
Sorry had work which prevented me from getting up a bio... sigh

Name:Vex
DOB: Jan 19th 1985
Age: 22
Occupation: Member of S.T.A.R.S

Apperance:

Eyes: Blueish green

Complexion: Caucassion and slightly tan

Weight :178 lbs

Height: 6 feet even

Attire: Wears a blue button shirt, and wears his star vest on top. Wears a tan pair of paints and a holster for his weapons.

Weapons: Single sword which he wears on his back. On his holster he holds one .45 magnum and on his other a regular 9 m.m. He carries a shoutgun in the back og his car.

Equipment: Grappling hook, flashlight, batteries(for the flashlight) Two first aid sparys. A sword polish kit. 3x15 rounds for his magnum and 3x15 rounds for 9.m.m, 2x10 rounds for his shoutgun.

Backround: Grew up in a realtive medium city for about the first 18 years of his life. After having finished his military training he moved to Racoon City to get somewhat of a normal life and decided to join the police department. It took him 2 years of being on the police department and he finally made it to be on the S.T.A.R.S. unit. Once in there unlike training with regular weapons Vex used a sword, he simply explained it as him having a fasination with them. His superiors frowned upon this and he was asked to stop, so during his spare time at home he praticed. Since he did this on his own time his superiors did not complain.

Personality: Kinda out there person, since he spends so much time to himself he seems kinda cold. Does not like to open himself up to anyone due to the fact that he always was alone. Though once you get to know him you see he is a complex like person with a some what complicated past.

First impression: cold, arrogant, and cocky. One of those people who you see and you dislike them at first glace,
 
((IS my character the only one here that isn't a walking avatar of zombie doom?))

Name: Sirus Brisbane<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:eek:ffice" /><o:p></o:p>
DOB: December 15th, 1989<o:p></o:p>
Age: 17<o:p></o:p>
Occupation: College student, working a part-time job as a dishwasher. He's B-boy on the side, though that really doesn't pay at all. Otherwise, he's just a civillian.<o:p></o:p>
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Build: Toned, athletic, and wiry<o:p></o:p>
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Eyes: Light green<o:p></o:p>
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Hair: It'd be short, black and curly if he hadn't shaved it. He got his hair cut to save himself the trouble of putting on a hair net during work.<o:p></o:p>
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Complexion: African american. His skin is the color of burnt sienna. There' enough muscle on him to tell that he keeps himself fit and in shape, yet not quite enough to make him some sort of muscle-bound, meat-headed freak.<o:p></o:p>
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Height: 6 feet, and 2 inches<o:p></o:p>
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Weight: 170 pounds<o:p></o:p>
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Noteworthy features: His arms and legs have several scrapes and bruises from "breaking" accidents during practice. There's a bite scar on the side of his wrist (left) and bicep (left as well) that he had gotten from a nasty encounter with a zombie.<o:p></o:p>
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Head: A forest green baseball cap<o:p></o:p>
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Torso: A slightly dirt-stained, white, wife beater t-shirt, and a dark gray zip-up hoodie with the words <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:eek:ffice:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">ROME</st1:place></st1:City> emblazoned in dark red.<o:p></o:p>
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Legs: A pair of dark blue "Just right" jeans. He calls them "just right" because they're not too tight (He hates tight pants, and the feeling of his junk not getting any space to breathe. Of course then again, anybody would, right?), and not too baggy as to hang off of his ass. In other words, they're perfect for any activity that should ever come to his mind. Oh, and the pant cuffs are slightly frayed at the edges.<o:p></o:p>
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Feet: a black pair of old school Chuck Taylors's (and no, there's not an "emo" bone in his body)<o:p></o:p>
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Weapon: Aside from his wits, and whatever he's managed to glean from the occasional zombie horror movie, he's able to apply his B-boying skills (when he's able) to a fight. Although, he usually more of a brawler. He recognizes that he's got a lot to learn, and desires to learn a lot more about fighting and martial arts.<o:p></o:p>
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...And of course, there's always the 14 inch steak knife that he managed to pilfer from the kitchen where he works.<o:p></o:p>
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Wallet: Not much in here aside from ID, bus card, library card, license, blood donor card, and a couple of condoms (just in case).<o:p></o:p>
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Flashlight: Nothing too fancy here. It's just something that he grabbed from around his home. It's got a black rubber grip with a blue frame, meaning that it's no good for bludgeoning, and it runs on AA batteries. He usually used to use it for getting downstairs to the circuit breaker when power went out. <o:p></o:p>
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Knife: Already listed in the weapons section...<o:p></o:p>
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"Bad luck" walkie-talkie: A black security guard-issue walkie-talkie. It's currently out of operation, as there's no known available radio frequencies (that he knows of) in his area. Though it does usually flare up, crackling to life in the most inopportune situations, which usually involves getting him screwed over.<o:p></o:p>
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Personality: Sirus tends to be on the overly serious side. Though that usually translates into him being easily lost or confused. He's the type of person that that never really let's go once he gets a hold of a passion. Not that's he becomes obsessed, it's just that the passion never seems to die. He's always been the fun-loving type, often willing to try anything that's fun just once. He really doesn't like to work at all, preferring to take his time to be lazy about things. How he managed to get into college at his age and with his work ethic is a question that still puzzles him to this day. Despite whatever fronts he may happen to put up, be they the "tough guy", "smart ass", or "laid-back", he's a very sensitive person underneath all of it. When something scares or frightens him, he'll usually end up swallowing his fear, allowing it to either scar him slightly, or effect him visibly. Either way, he's not that good at hiding it. Perhaps it's his natural childishness? He also seems to be a restless, person. One of the things that makes him feel the least comfortable is staying in one place for too long.<o:p></o:p>
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Other than that, Sirus is both a talented and deeply intelligent individual. There seems to be more to him that meets the eye, proving that Sirus has the potential to be something great in the future.<o:p></o:p>
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Survival, of course for him means different things. The first and foremost thing however is that, he likes to cut the foreplay when it comes to survival. Sensitivity, restlessness, easiness. They mean nothing to him when it comes to saving himself or others. So just for a moment, he can endure it all, that is if that's what it takes to survive. Of course, he's also bit lucky, seeing as how (much to his chagrin) folks seems to naturally want to protect him. Is it because he's a kid? He doesn't quite understand it himself.<o:p></o:p>
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People generally tend to find Sirus in his near-constant state of confusion and bewilderment quite. Though you can tell by a glance that there's more to him than that. He generally tries to be nice and coueous, offering his asssistance when necessary. Others tend to have a strong urge or desire to help him, especially his elders.<o:p></o:p>
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Given current circumstance however, as much as he'd like to scream at the top of his lungs, he's trying as hard as he can to be as calm as possible.<o:p></o:p>
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Background: Sirus was given up for adoption at the age three, living in St Mary Jude’s orphanage until he was six. He was later adopted by the Brisbanes, a poor but earnest and hardworking family. He had excelled in the Racoon city public education system and lived on the wrong side of the track, but often found himself getting beaten up by his peers on the mean streets for his superior intellectual capacity. He was a hardened street-fighter (at least in his and his peers minds) by the time he was ten. He had stumbled upon B-boying when he was eleven and hasn’t stopped since. The thing that he loves most about it is the freedom. For the times spent with the audience focusing on him, he felt like a king. And for the times when he was using and developing his own style, he’d felt like he was flying. B-boying though played a major role in him staying away from drugs and gangs, which have been caused by the economic and financial disparities of the nation. He got accepted into RCU (<st1:place w:st="on"><ST1:PRaccoon </ST1:PCity </ST1:PUniversity</ST1:P</st1:place>) around his seventeenth birthday, and has been attending school and his dish-washing work-study job ever since.<o:p></o:p>
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When the outbreak first started, his first assailant and victim was his boss (satisfying isn’t it). His newly zombified boss had gotten a hold of his arm and had bitten it in several places. Desperate to survive, and bleeding thoroughly, he managed to grab a hold of a near-by steak knife, driving it through his brain. He had left in a panic, heading home to pack up his personal effects. He thought that he was going to jail for murder. When he came home though, he had found that to his horror, his family had killed themselves to avoid becoming zombies themselves. He grabbed his things and headed back out onto the streets.<o:p></o:p>
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One of the things that he had found peculiar though, is that the bites and wounds that he had gotten from zombies, healed extremely quickly, and barely required cleaning.<o:p></o:p>
 
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