Name: Mai- ...Ah wait, its dead. Nevermind...

Name: Joseph Carter

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Height: 5'6

Weight: 120 lbs

Build: Short, thin, but strong

Former Occupation: Martial Arts Instructor

Talents: Joseph was trained in most of the Eastern weapons, e.g. Nunchaku, sword, etc.. Also he is good at diplomacy.

Items: Small duffel bag containing his uniform, belt, and weapons. Also a box of granola bars and gatorade in his cars trunk.

Appearance: Dark brown, medium length hair, Brown eyes, fair skin. Appears a quiet sort, does not speak much. Wearing a black sports t-shirt and black pants.

Biography: Joseph was born in Miami, Florida and started training in Tae-Kwon-Do at the age of 8. He discovered that he had a passion for it, and stuck with it until he was 18. He moved away from home and went to college in Baltimore, Massachusetts. In his off-time from school, he became a Instructor at the local Martial arts studio.

When the Zombie Apocalypse first began to affect his area, he was on his way to a Weapons demo. He was driving along the street on the outskirts of the city, with his duffel of weapons beside him, when a zombie stepped right in front of his car. He swerved, but still hit the zombie, smashing the front of his car, and killing the zombie simultaneously. More came from the Burger King across the street, and he grabbed the first weapon in his bag, a pair of Sai. Deftly, he made quick work of the group, and in a few minutes he was alone on the street.

He could hear the screams escalating from the city behind him, and decided that he should at last leave the city. He took up his weapons bag, and the box of granola bars and gatorade, and strode from the city, attempting to get to safety away from the east coast.

Anything else?: Chicken Coop!

Eh, I'll join it. But...only if you have good grammar and spelling. Being a Narrator with derpy ass writing skill would suck.

It is but I could do one for you guys if you want to play one. I'll play the zombies and give an idea of the surroundings. Like a narrator. Just let me know. I'm at work right now so I'll try to get back on and see what you guys think.

This rp is kinda dead-ish Ice ( i think )

Name: Luna Moon

Age: 17

Sex: female

Height: 5'7

Weight: 167

Build: thin but not very fast

Former Occupation: police girl

Talents: skilled with gun

Items: a gun

Appearance:

Biography: *sorry my creativity died and rotted....so....i will do it later*

I hope not.

Every good forum RP is always dead...

I was in a RP on SuperHeroHype forum where the applications were 3 months apart, I figured this was one of those. Appologies, will let it stay dead.

idk

DX Every good forum RP is always dead... Well, anyways bye!

You guys are beating a dead horse.
But I can still laugh at dinky's app.
I also believe he thinks this is a server RP even though they suck.

This is dead. Please stop posting on it. -_- But...I may...nevermind. Stop posting on this thread.

Zombie slayer prototype project I.R.I.S.

17 year old project

Unspecified

6 ft.

As light as nothing

All three builds

Zombie killer from another dimension

skilled at any tactic

Starts with any pistol

Appearance http://www.planetminecraft.com/skin/pro ... s-contest/

Project iris started as a bionic eye brought to life and then was converted to zombie killer that sees any movement. He will identify living and dead with his self created instincts. He stopped the zombie apocalpyse in one dimension and will do the same in this dimension.

To the three people who posted above me in the 8 hours: This thread has been dead for a month. Pay attention to the last posting dates.

@car: Roleplay is under the 'Everything Else' section of the forums, the section dedicated the things UNRELATED to minecraft. Learn to read section descriptions before tossing out insults like a six year old on a temper tantrum.

Name: Matthew Whisennand

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Height: 6' 4"

Weight: 240

Build: Strong

Former Occupation: General Clerk

Talents: Computer Operations, Maintenance, Networking, Telephones, Transportation Services, Security, Supervisor, Managerial, Air Operations Branch Director, Counterdrug, ARCHER Operator, Finance/Admin Section Chief, Mission Safety Officer, Public Information Officer, Communications Unit Leader, Advanced Communications User Training, Ground Branch Director, General Emergency Services, Ground Team Leader, Incident Commander Level 3, Incident Commander Level 2, ICS-300, ICS-400, IS-100, IS-200, IS-700, IS-800, Liaison Officer, Logistics Section Chief, Mission Observer, Mission Radio Operator, Mission Scanner, Mission Staff Assistant, Operations Section Chief, Planning Section Chief, Skills Evaluator, Telecommunications Operator, Vessel Safety Examiner, Program Visitor, Data Management/Entry, Microsoft Access/Database use/maintenance, C++, Java, Typing, Filing, Organization, Customer Service, Amateur radio operator, firearms instructor, church deacon, HTML programmer, internet security specialist, Flash animator, Game Designer and RPGA Game Master.

Items: Matthew had his Sig Sauer 228 in his Black CQC holster inside the belt band, under the drivers seat he had the zip up black case with 2 magazines inside so he could reload twice if necessary. He also had his Leatherman tool, and Swiss army knife. He was wearing black slacks, and a grey 2012 Scarborough Renaissance Festival T-shirt. In the pockets he had a calculator, a pocket Gideon bible, glasses cleaning cloth, Wallet, and credit card case with credit cards. Also on his belt on the opposite side was his Emergency Management Official Badge with his callsign KE5FCW. He was wearing his Cocoran Jungle boots, worn quite a bit since he was wearing them to work as well. He had his quarterstaff with ranger beads so he could count his steps and figure out distance, the hiking trip he had gone to was ill timed, as he never got back home as he had desired.

Naturally in his own duffel bag and camelback he had lots of gear, as he would not have gone on a trip without his usual gear. Most likely due to the events transpiring he might have to ditch some of it, but he had been on very long treks with it in New Mexico up in the mountains, he figured he could keep carrying it.

In the Camel Back:
Complete change of clothing, All Identification (including 101 card, 76 card, First Aid card, etc.), Watch, Tissues, Orange Reflective Vest, Comb, Robert Heinlein's The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress, Signal Mirror, Hurricane Whistle, Pocket knife, Tanto Style Diving Knife, 2 Swiss Army knives, Leatherman type tool (it was a knockoff variant, its not as good).

In the Load Bearing Equipment Gear: (all individual sections are waterproof)
Hard Green plastic First Aid Kid containing (2 Antiseptic cleansing pads, Antiseptic ointment, 12 Band-Aids, various sizes, Moleskin, 2” X 4”, Roller bandage, 4 Safety pins, large, 8 gauze pads, 1 Triangular Bandage, Medical Tape, first aid, Multivitamin, C Vitamin, Golden-Seal, Anti-fungal cream and Rubber surgical gloves (4 pair))
Survival Kit containing (Duct tape, 50 feet, large Leaf Bag, 24 wooden waterproofed matches inside a waterproof match container with striking surface, 3 Green Chemical Light Sticks and 50’ of paracord.)
Personal Hiking/Hygiene equipment (in a Ziplock bag)
Change of socks, Flagging Tape (1 roll), a L-Flashlight (with red, blue, green, and blackout lenses), with spare bulb and batteries, Spare flashlight (LED flashlight), Insect repellent, Lip balm, with sunscreen, Sunscreen lotion, Tissue Paper, Leather Work Gloves, 20 Interviewing Form(s), blank, 4 Moist Towelettes, clean, in foil wrapper, $5(quarters) Change for phone calls, calling card.

In Duffel Bag
2 meals (MRE's), If its cold I packed an appropriate jacket. 2 Poncho (to be used for rain and possibly shelter), 2 Nalgene bottles for storing water, Compass Pouch, containing orienteering compass (which has a glow in the dark dial), Protractor, Map Case (maps from home, not maps from in area) (Large Zip-Lock bags to keep them dry), Pencil with erase and sharpener, Alcohol Pens, fine tip, at least yellow and purple (so I could use any flashlight lens and still read it), 2 alcohol swabs or a special alcohol pen eraser, A fold-able straightedge ruler, 12” long.

Framed Backpack
Tent (pup tent), 5 Meals (MRE)(which doesn't include the 2 in the duffel bag), 2 Leaf Bags, large, Bag, waterproof, containing: (Spare clothing (t-shirt, slacks), Underwear and socks, 3 changes.), Sleeping pad foam, Spare shoe laces, Sewing Kit with spare buttons, Shoe Shine Kit, Diddy Bag containing: (Toothbrush and paste, Shaving Kit, Deodorant, Washcloth and soap), Sleeping Bag, Webbing, nylon, 1” wide, 20’ long, Handheld Dual-band AM/FM Transceiver
, Water Purification Tablets, Eye Protection (Lab Goggles), Entrenching Tool, Machete.

Appearance: 6'4" with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He had longer legs than his upper body, and walked with big strides, enough to make people often times have a hard time catching up with him.

Biography: Born in Dallas, Texas back in 1986, he was raised by a good Christian family that taught him to be very open-minded, but not to do drugs, or other things that could be dangerous to both his physical and mental health.
He was picked on in school when he was a kid, and toughened up because of it. Though he never let that ruin his friendly demeanour, as he was a Cub Scout at 8, with 2 other kids in his neighborhood, where he first learned how to shoot a Pellet Rifle, and found he loved it.
At the Age of 11 1/2 he joined the Civil Air Patrol a.k.a. Air Force Auxiliary, and would continue to be in that till this day. When it was time, he passed over the bridge from Webelos to Boy Scout and soon got all 4 of the Religious badges including the last one "God and Life" which got him a 4 part badge he continued to wear when appropriate even into adult years. About the same time he made a friend who introduced him to the world of roleplaying games, including card games such as Magic the Gathering, Pokemon, and RPG's such as Final Fantasy VII, and who shared an interest in Japanese Anime as well as a high intelligence.
Middle school was horrible, he was beaten up often, though was too ashamed to mention it until years later, and had his share of fights, even getting mugged. He did however turn it around as he brought baseball bat to the side of the head of one unfortunate kid, and later on was even a Wide Receiver.
High School he was in the Marine Corp JROTC, and fell in love with laptops and became obsessed with games and their creation, taking many classes related to those same subjects, learning web development, Flash Actionscript, and other things as well.
He was involved with several 9/11 cooperative research studies, and discovered that much of the evidence supposedly "hidden" was right there, its just conspiracy people didn't pay much attention to detail, and made wild allegations based on conjecture. Needless to say he was becoming... a cynic, and questioned everything, which would follow him the rest of his life. He was involved in several Search and Rescue Operations during this time period including one in Waco, TX, and 2 years later, the Columbia shuttle disaster. He was the primary Communications Officer for the first 2 weeks of the event, having to juggle 6 things at once, but thankfully he did get someone else to come in so he could go out into the field, as he loved being in the thick of it, or at least busy, and less monotony. However, as always, life would not always go his way.

His college career did see a couple semesters of boredom, and his childhood friends wandered on, some moving to other states, others working opposite hours in a different direction than he was. He did go east to help pick up pieces of Hurricane Katrina, and was involved with multiple air Sorties, and did some "training" near the border as well as a special type of imaging system on aircraft that allowed for high resolution images of the ground from above.

Despite all of that, he found new friends and soon was running RPG's and discovering many more, and more friends, and more RPG's, in a cycle that has yet to stop, which he is happy about, because he enjoys it. He also discovered a girl from High School he was interested in... and they started dating, it would be 3 years today if he hadn't lost her on his way from Texas. He had no clue if she was alive or dead, and it was eating him up inside, even more than the zombies that were eating of the dead. They had both been working for a Government Contract thing, and planned to go to England eventually, but even as they started making plans, the world ended before they could get out of the U.S. Having been obsessed with Zombie Apocalypse books and movies, and Y2K survival books, he figured he was prepared for the worst. He was wrong.

Name: Tyler McWilliams

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Height: around 6'8

Weight: (My gosh I DONT KNOW an average weight xD) OK, let's just say average

Build: thinner and taller than most, he can use this to his advantage when trying to dodge, but it also means he does not have as much strength and resilience of some.

Former Occupation: Programmer and Web Designer (WOOT! Geek for the win!)

Special Talents: Smarter than most, he can find ways to make almost ANYTHING a weapon. Though some may be inefficient, they can help in a pinch. He also is quite the tech expert and can solve many technical issues and *cough* HACK into things... *cough*

Items: backpack, empty bottle, loaf of bread, revolver and a small amount of ammunition. Only six shots worth.

Appearance: Wears a Minecraft t-shirt that is dusty and slightly ripped, jeans, with a large cut through them, with a large gash on his right leg. He has brown hair and eyes, peach skin, a black watch, a claw mark on his arm, and slight facial hair. 5 o clock shadow-ish. He usually looks grim or apprehensive.

Biography: the day the Infection started was like any other day to Tyler. He woke up and drank some coffee, then went upstairs to his computer. It was time to code. Several hours later, in the darkness of the night, with only the light from the screen illuminating the room, the television suddenly had an alert. He ran downstairs to see what it was....

Weeks later he was struggling to defend his house from zombies. He used whatever he could find: glue, Christmas ornaments, lightlers, dishwasher chemicals, many things. But he knew time was running short. With the bomb being dropped in around a week, he had to get out or be killed by either zombies or the bomb...

He made it into the garage and got into his car. He started it and drove outside, movi ng down several groups of zombies. He was trying to get out of the area to be bombed. However, he didn't make it far. His car ran out of fuel in Baltimore, Maryland. "I am SCREWED!" He thought to himself. But wait... Was that... People he saw?

Anything else: Who came up with chicken "Coop" anyway?

Name: AJ Parker

Age: (The minimum age I am allowing is 16.) 18

Sex: Male

Height: 6'1

Weight: [Please, no fatties. You'll only slow the group down.] 140 pounds

Build: (Thin, Athletic, Strong) Inbetween thin and muscular/strong

Former Occupation: (Were you a doctor before the apocalypse started? We WILL need one. Or were you a member of the United States Armed Force, recently discharged?) College Student and part time job as a waitor

Talents: (Are you skilled with a gun? Do you have a wicked baseball swing? Were you the star of your school's track team?) AJ is good with combat weapons and blunt objects such as Crowbars,Baseball Bat's,Pole's,Axe's ect.

Items: (What items are on your person at the beginning of the RP? Please, nothing outrageous.) 2 Canned Beans, 3 Water Bottles, flashlight,cell phone, Fire Axe

Appearance: Dark brown medium size hair, hazel eyes, red sweater that he usually keeps the hood up, dark jeans, and sneakers.

Biography: (Atleast a paragraph...) AJ was a popular kid at his school. He was known for his good looks,charm and being funny. AJ always liked to play video game's on his X-Box. When he was ten he got his first zombie game and ever since then he was obbsessed with the whole concept of zombies. He had played almost ALL the zombie games and seen ALL the zombie movies. When AJ was thirteen his older brother Michael and his father were murdered on their way home from the movie's. AJ was devestated, his Mom then got a job and so did AJ. They now live in an apartment together scavenging the least bit of pennies they can get. Ever since then AJ has gone from the funny-center of attention kind of guy to a loner who never liked to talk much.

Hey, you know what this reminds me of?

Highschool of the dead mofos.

Yeah, but that's with a bow. I'm talking guns.

Naw, not LOZ.

Nope. They learn how to shoot from LFD, Dead Island, Halo Reach, Super Mario, Mass Effect, Duck Hunting, and of course, How to Shoot, the video game.

Name: Jack Sparks

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Height: 5'8''

Weight: 130 lbs

Build: Thinner than a twig.

Former Occupation: Owner of a successful comic book store.

Talents: Has impeccable aim and strategy thanks to his video games. He knows everything there is to know about zombies.

Items: His dad's shotgun (Now sawed off), his dad's handgun, a backpack containing a first aid kit, a whiles worth of food and water, and some fresh meat covered in saran wrap. Not to mention his plastic Master Chief helmet.

Appearance: http://imgur.com/gfPa3 Made that myself, thank you very much.

Biography: Jack was always a nerd, and proud of it. He spent his days playing video games and watching nerdy movies. He became addicted to the thought of zombies, and obsessed over them. He soon learned everything there was to know about zombies, and had a huge highscore on every zombie game that there was. However, his sheer nerdiness encompassed more than just zombies, so when the time came to get a job, he founded his own comic book store, where he worked happily. Jack had prepared as best he could for most of his life, hoping very very much that the zombie apocalypse WOULD happen. When it did, he was more than overjoyed. He grabbed his fathers shotgun, his emergency backpack, his Master Chief helmet, his handgun, and began blowing some brains out. He roamed around, shooting anything that moved. He loved it, he was top dog in this place. His life before had been full of killing zombies, so this was no different.

Anything Else: Chicken coooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooop.

ok thats cool.

Just so you know people, my character believes in Greek myths. Just so you know.

ohhhh. OP? Sorry Im new at this. (nvm I found it. Wow Im am lagging behind)

It did start.

Liam and 2-D would you like to join forces with shane and myself, when this gets started?

Better. Accepted.

sorry let me fix that.

#1. Nice double post.

#2. You need to add chicken coop into the application itself, not just saying it in another post. Use the EDIT button.

-Snip-

Name: Andrew G. Rinacordo

Age: 34

Sex: Male

Height: 5'9

Weight: 185

Build: Fit and Athletic. Can carry some heavy loads.

Former Occupation: Farmer

Talents: He can use a shotgun and run pretty fast.

Items: Shotgun,a few packs of ammo, Map, Radio.

Appearance: Blond hair, Blue eyes, wears overalls, has a straw hat on, Jeans.

Biography: Andrew lived a hard enough life before the zombies. He had to grow enough crops to pay for his farm. He could barely pay for anything. He wasn't expecting when a zombie tried to kill him at his very farm. He ran inside and ran to his room. He dug through his messy closet and looked for the shotgun his father George gave him when George died. He pulled out along with some packs of ammo. He looked and saw more zombies coming for him. He ripped a map off the wall and jumped out the window. The fall out of the window hurt but he got up and made a run for it. He barely made it out alive shooting zombies left and right. He traveled for days and days looking for a town. He found a radio witch was saying something about a bombing. "Wait what? He thought "a bombing?" He picked up the radio and traveled wanting to get away from the bombing.

One more thing. Chicken Coop!

Name: Dave Rodriguez

Age: 32

Sex:Male

Height: About 1,85

Weight: 100 pounds

Build: Athletic

Former Occupation: Bounty Hunter

Talents: Accuracy;Speed and Handling blunts.Extra good with revolvers

Items:A revolver(bow if no mods);Ammo(arrows if no mods) and a knife(iron sword)

Appearance:Badly Wounded Hawaii Shirt and Sunglasses

Biography(can i say "details"?):Bad Temper;Trigger Happy but cold head when it comes to take the right decision, doesn't care to blow some zombies heads off.
Very attached to his custom revolver(bow if no mods) can achieve super accurate shots if wielding it(and nothing else).

2-D-snip-

Only thing I would suggest is a longer backstory but it will suffice.

Accepted.

Sounds fun. This will be my first "RP", so go easy on me.

Name: Brittney Wastom
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 115
Build: Slim, borderline thin and athletic. Ran track last year in high school, so is able to run, but not as far or as fast as she used to.
Past Occupation: Department store cashier
Talents: Thinker, meaning she thinks ahead.
Items: Small backpack, with a half box of crackers and a can opener.
Appearance: Short blond hair, blue eyes. Friendly face. I think I found a picture, but don't know how to post it.
Biography: Brittney was simply working a late shift, when a strange man walked into the store. She was half asleep, and tried to help the man. He tried to bite her, and chased her around the store, until she grabbed a clothes rack and threw it on him. Another person entered the store, and she barely escaped...

Is that okay? I hope this isn't something you would find in a chicken coop.

@Robo: Accepted.

Ok I added it

robotmonkey10

Nron

ThunderHooves-snip-

Normally I would say declined as we have too many military-ish characters but seeing as quite a few of those have yet to post and your application is above average,

ACCEPTED.

Did you just accepted Thunder or did you accepted both of us

Thunder. You have yet to properly edit your app. Re-read WHERE 'Chicken Coop' is supposed to be put.

Nron

ThunderHooves-snip-

Normally I would say declined as we have too many military-ish characters but seeing as quite a few of those have yet to post and your application is above average,

ACCEPTED.

Did you just accepted Thunder or did you accepted both of us

Thunder would you like to join forces?

ThunderHooves-snip-

Normally I would say declined as we have too many military-ish characters but seeing as quite a few of those have yet to post and your application is above average,

ACCEPTED.

Name: Sarah Clarion

Age: 27

Sex: Female

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 120 lbs.

Build: Thin, but can hold her own.

Former Occupation: Military medic, discharged into being a body guard.

Talents: Heavily skilled with: Treating injury, and radio communications.

Slightly skilled with: Shotguns, pistols, melee combat.

Items: Modified Remington 870: A modified version of the popular Remington pump action model.
Modified by: Bullet slots on left side of gun (Holds bullets only), lightweight frame modification - Makes it lighter, without sacrificing stability.


MK23 SOCOM: A modified pistol of the Heckler & Koch MK23. Modified by the SOCOM units of the US military.
Comes with: Lightweight flashlight, can stay on for about 2 hours before running out. Suppressor, for those quiet moments.


Kukri: A Nepalese knife. Enough said!


Appearance: Thin, blonde, quite pale skin, usually wears a black hat, keeps a walkie-talkie with her, and white-blonde hair.

Biography: Sarah was always a normal girl when growing up. She didn't have much trauma in her early life, but she lacked discipline. She would never finish stuff to the end, but she thought that she would have enough. She did the most rational thing, she joined the military. She learned to not finish things, but that's when she had her first encounter with a traumatic event. Her best friend in the military was shot, and she used all of her knowledge to help him. He made it, but she was drafted into the medics. After many years of service, she was shot. The bullet went through her torso. She was lucky she didn't die, and she was discharged home. After seeing no work, she started to work as a private contractor. A bodyguard, if you will.

After a while of having a steady job, she was given the news of a "zombie apocalypse," and she grabbed her gear. On her way out, she saw people rioting, breaking windows, and she went into her '05 Camaro, and left. She saw people holding out in a stronghold, and after telling of her skills, that let her in. Not long after, zombies attacked. Almost everyone was dead, but luckily, Sarah left without a bite on her arm. She walked and found a city. She then set up her own personal stronghold, inside of a cellar.

Anything else? Chicken coop!

Pssst Robot.....Psst you forgot chicken coop......shhhhh.