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Name: Lance Valentino
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: Lance is a security contractor for Academi, trained in weapons and tactics. He served two tours in the middle east; the first in Iraq and the second in Afghanistan. He came back, became a contractor, and continued in that field until he won the lottery. With that money he invested in the stock market, did some impersonations, made some powerful suggestions, and got rich. He retired to a small castle in Romania, where he tinkers with robots and collects weapons and ammunition, occasionally descending to the village below to grocery shop.
Looks: Close shaved haircut, Afghanis-tanned skin, 6'1, 180 pounds, well-toned
Powers: Soul control, shapeshifting.
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Level: 1
XP: 1/10
HP: 50/100
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Clothing: Green underwear,(all matte black) Dainese Manis Armored Jacket, Dainese Manis Back protector, Dainese hybrid neck brace, Dainese Kit J E1 knee guards, sarkar WRC900g gloves, sarkar ATLAS shin guards, sarkar ATV (advanced tactical vest), PREDATOR FAST G4 ballistic mask, Rabintex ACH-1 Ballistic Helmet, sarkar Nomex assault jumpsuit
Inventory: Steyr Scout 10/50, Steyr ACR 24/96, Hogue Avenger 7/70
Partner: Sabena/Sab, Pancor Jackhammer 10/58, 1911's x2 7/70, LSW 30/300

Sir. they say on unison as the walk off. A moment later 10 nondescript bots come to clean the mess.

Sab is clearly horrified, never before seeing such slaughter. "Why... Why did you shoot him?" She asks in a distant voice.

Name: Lance Valentino
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: Lance is a security contractor for Academi, trained in weapons and tactics. He served two tours in the middle east; the first in Iraq and the second in Afghanistan. He came back, became a contractor, and continued in that field until he won the lottery. With that money he invested in the stock market, did some impersonations, made some powerful suggestions, and got rich. He retired to a small castle in Romania, where he tinkers with robots and collects weapons and ammunition, occasionally descending to the village below to grocery shop.
Looks: Close shaved haircut, Afghanis-tanned skin, 6'1, 180 pounds, well-toned
Powers: Soul control, shapeshifting.
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Level: 1
XP: 1/10
HP: 50/100
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Clothing: Green underwear,(all matte black) Dainese Manis Armored Jacket, Dainese Manis Back protector, Dainese hybrid neck brace, Dainese Kit J E1 knee guards, sarkar WRC900g gloves, sarkar ATLAS shin guards, sarkar ATV (advanced tactical vest), PREDATOR FAST G4 ballistic mask, Rabintex ACH-1 Ballistic Helmet, sarkar Nomex assault jumpsuit
Inventory: Steyr Scout 10/50, Steyr ACR 24/96, Hogue Avenger 7/70
Partner: Sabena/Sab, Pancor Jackhammer 10/58, 1911's x2 7/70, LSW 30/300

And where is my XP? I think I should probably level up from that carnage, since I went all *ahem* matrix on they *****.

"He would have put off the balance of my leadership and their subservience. You are in shock, Sabena. Here, sit down." I say, gently easing her to a sitting position against a wall.

Name: Lance Valentino
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: Lance is a security contractor for Academi, trained in weapons and tactics. He served two tours in the middle east; the first in Iraq and the second in Afghanistan. He came back, became a contractor, and continued in that field until he won the lottery. With that money he invested in the stock market, did some impersonations, made some powerful suggestions, and got rich. He retired to a small castle in Romania, where he tinkers with robots and collects weapons and ammunition, occasionally descending to the village below to grocery shop.
Looks: Close shaved haircut, Afghanis-tanned skin, 6'1, 180 pounds, well-toned
Powers: Soul control, shapeshifting.
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Level: 1
XP: 7/10
HP: 50/100
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Clothing: Green underwear,(all matte black) Dainese Manis Armored Jacket, Dainese Manis Back protector, Dainese hybrid neck brace, Dainese Kit J E1 knee guards, sarkar WRC900g gloves, sarkar ATLAS shin guards, sarkar ATV (advanced tactical vest), PREDATOR FAST G4 ballistic mask, Rabintex ACH-1 Ballistic Helmet, sarkar Nomex assault jumpsuit
Inventory: Steyr Scout 10/50, Steyr ACR 24/96, Hogue Avenger 7/70
Partner: Sabena/Sab, Pancor Jackhammer 10/58, 1911's x2 7/70, LSW 30/300

(You killed the first guy, after that you're guards did the rest, you should have their armor cleaned too, rancid isn't the best smell to wake up to.)

Sitting down she mutters, "He was probably only going to protect his people... What about the other 60 people? There could have been families..."

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

"Hey." a girl says to you as you climb in to the front seat. "I'm Emma. He's Jake," she says, pointing to her boyfriend. "And I'm sure you've met my dad, right?"

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (10/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/2 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Wait Max shot three rounds from his Mossberg, right?)

"Max, look out!" I pull out my pistol and shoot towards the man.

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

"Hi, the name is Sean. Ya I have, sorry for threatening you back there, I just got out of a fight and was a bit on edge..." I say apologetically as I look around the car. "What is this exactly? Some kind of cart or wagon?"

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (10/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Two shots.)

"Eh?" He manages before seeing the man leap his gun appearing into his hand. You get off three shots, two to the stomach and one to the leg, he falls to the ground with a howl of pain. "Gah!" Max says as he flinches and kicks away the mans gun. Kneeling down you don't see him breathing or even a pulse under his skin.

Huh? What do you mean, Jack?

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

"No, it's okay, Sean," Emma says. "What, you were asking about the car, right?"

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (10/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(So two shots for Max. But what about the other two bullets that I shot off? Where did they go?)

"He was gonna jump you," I pant. "Got your back."

Name: Jax the Finn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Jax was born the oldest of 3 children, 2 boys and one girl. Their ages are 15 and 17. The youngest, a boy named Rexon was about 5' 9" with black hair and pale eyes. He spent most of his time programming bots and computers. Xaeda, the sister was a short and thin girl, short brown hair, in a pixie cut. She's a phenomenal swimmer and enjoys anything athletic. Jax, he was somewhat of a hybrid of the two. He was a genius, an EIT (engineer in training) for his colony. Close to two weeks before his 20th birthday the incident happened. He was working on an experimental top secret rocket with his professor. Putting the final launch sequencing in when the lab was suddenly under attack from a team of rogue MUs (military unit).

Jax woke up to his professor face down in a pool of his own blood. The lab around him was falling to pieces, the rocket was gone, he was stripped of his money and identification. Jax went out to his vehicle but could not find it. He assumes that it was stolen or destroyed. He then notices that there are no other vehicles in the lot. He decides to walk home. About 2 houses away he sees his house has been broken into. He is still living with his parents and siblings so he decides to call out to them. "Mom!? Dad!? Anybody?" No reply. He searches for any sign of struggle, none. He walks down to his room and it looks as though it was ransacked. He knows what they were looking for. The plans for a new experimental weapon he was designing. It emits a certain kind of radiation that only attacks a certain group of people. This group can be programmed in. If the enemy got a hold of this they would surely destroy the populous. He checks his hidden chamber and discovers the storage container is still there. He promptly destroys it and embarks on his search for his family.

Looks: darker Blonde short hair, Caucasian, and 5' 10"
Powers: Telekinesis and Swift Step (steps are not heard)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: green shirt with a bear face, black slim fit jeans, red airwalk shoes, a neon green hat on backwards.
Inventory: Small messenger bag (6 slots) House keys (one slot), 2 days of food rations (two slots), knife (two slots), and one bottle of water (one slot)
Partner: N/A

He walks to the general store in their colony, everything is deserted, there is a man wearing ragged clothes in the alleyway eating something off the ground. He turns to Jax and his eyes are bright yellow, almost as if they were glowing. The man stands halfway and Jax realizes the man is eating the face of another human! He steps back in pure horror as the man starts lurching towards him, the lurch turns into a hunched run. Jax speeds up and runs towards the general store. 15 yards away and the man jumps on him, clawing at his back, the man has no fingernails so its just his fleshy prodding fingers trying to dig in. Jax fumbles for his knife, he finds its unfamiliar shape and grabs it from the bag. He drives the knife into the mans thigh and pulls it out with one swift move +2 XP. The man falls off in agony and wails. Jax loses 6 HP. He leaves the man and continues to the store discovering that it has already been looted he decides to barricade all entrances with the shelves and stays there for the night. -1 food ration.

Adjusted Stats:

Inventory: Small messenger bag (6 slots), 1 day of food rations (1 slot), Dirty knife (two slots), 1/4 bottle of water (1 slot), house keys (1 slot)

Level: 1-Survivor
XP: 2/10
HP: 94/100

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

"Car... I recognize the word..." I say prodding the door and dashboard. "It's like a cart without horses, right?" I say looking back to Emma thinking, She's nice.

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (7/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Max shot the shot-gun twice, you shot you're pistol three times. Also while you are here mind explaining what the leveling/xp system is here, because I've been fumbling around with it and I don't know what your plans for it were.)

He breaths deeply for a moment, "Thanks man, I'm glad you trust me now." He looks down to the dead man, "If what he said is true, we only have a few days before all hell breaks loose around here... I'd say we move out but this is you're home, if you think we can hold them off say so and I'll believe you." He looks around, "We should probably move these guys." He says motioning to the dead bandits.

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

(Here's my plan for the XP leveling:
+1 XP for interaction with people
+5 XP for winning one-on-one battle (e.g. Player vs. zombie/enemy)
-5 XP for losing one-on-one
+1 Level Up for major battle (Player vs. Zombies/Multiple enemies)
-1 Level for losing battle
(By the way, for every level, there should be at least one major battle.)
Health points system will be added later, Jack. )

"Yeah...that's what this is." Jake scoffs. "You don't know what a car is? Were you born in the 1800s or something?"

"Jake!" Emma shoves him in the arm.

"Anyway," Dawson says, flashing a dirty look at Jake and Emma. "This is a '95 Mitsubishi. Best thing in the world. Survives anything."

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (7/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Max shot the shot-gun twice, you shot you're pistol three times. Also while you are here mind explaining what the leveling/xp system is here, because I've been fumbling around with it and I don't know what your plans for it were.)

"Alright," I say. "I'll take these two guys, you can take the other two guys."

(You want to take the new guy?)

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

(A big battle per level? I'd say every second or third level myself but it's your game.)

I turn to Jason and give him an icy stare, "Do you know what I did to the last group of people I din't like? I bet you can figure it out by yourself, you look like a clever lad." I say in a chilled voice as I rest my hand on one of my many guns.

"Mitsubishi... Japanese?" I ask looking to Dawson.
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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (7/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

"Sounds good to me." Max says as he slings his shot-gun over his shoulder while he grabs the two men by the feet dragging them toward the stairs. One of the men as he's dragged away leaves an arm behind, blood pouring out and onto the floor, Max doesn't notice as he kicks the other guy down the flight of stairs. You hear the whump-whump-whump as the body bounces off of the steps. You've been left with the main guy and the, still alive, third man. He's cowering in the corner his head buried into his knees.

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

(Every two levels is fine too.)
(Sorry about the stereotypical mean boyfriend/nice girlfriend characters.)

"Yep, that's what it is," Dawson replies. "He turns the key into the ignition and starts the car. He then slowly presses on the gas pedal.
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(You threaten Jake, blah-blah-blah.)
Jake seems unaffected by your threat. "Go ahead and try me, I dare you." He pulls out a pistol, a M1911.

Emma screams.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dawson exclaimed. He hits the brakes. "Out the car, all of you."

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (7/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Yeah, Jack, let's take him in. But can you update his storyline?)

"Hello," I say to him. "Seems that we forgot about you." (I decide not to kill him.) (By the way, can you update my xp, Jack?)

Name: Lance Valentino
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: Lance is a security contractor for Academi, trained in weapons and tactics. He served two tours in the middle east; the first in Iraq and the second in Afghanistan. He came back, became a contractor, and continued in that field until he won the lottery. With that money he invested in the stock market, did some impersonations, made some powerful suggestions, and got rich. He retired to a small castle in Romania, where he tinkers with robots and collects weapons and ammunition, occasionally descending to the village below to grocery shop.
Looks: Close shaved haircut, Afghanis-tanned skin, 6'1, 180 pounds, well-toned
Powers: Soul control, shapeshifting.
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Level: 1
XP: 7/10
HP: 50/100
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Clothing: Green underwear,(all matte black) Dainese Manis Armored Jacket, Dainese Manis Back protector, Dainese hybrid neck brace, Dainese Kit J E1 knee guards, sarkar WRC900g gloves, sarkar ATLAS shin guards, sarkar ATV (advanced tactical vest), PREDATOR FAST G4 ballistic mask, Rabintex ACH-1 Ballistic Helmet, sarkar Nomex assault jumpsuit
Inventory: Steyr Scout 10/50, Steyr ACR 24/96, Hogue Avenger 7/70
Partner: Sabena/Sab, Pancor Jackhammer 10/58, 1911's x2 7/70, LSW 30/300

"Protecting my people is my job, sweetheart." I say, then after studying her face for a moment, "Do you need anything? I need to have those guards' armor cleaned..."

Name: Sean Deane
Age: Mid-20's
Gender:Male
Bio: Sean came from a town where guns were more common then cars. He seemed like a normal boy, going to school, playing games, making friends. The things a normal boy of 6 would do, but he wasn't normal. Mid-way into his seventh year on this earth he noticed things... happening around him. Small things at first, whatever room he went to heated up notably, whenever he was in the rain he would be either completely drowned wet or utterly dry, whenever he went climbing with his parents he never needed to carry extra oxygen no matter the altitude and it was said that once he managed to move boulders off of a local farmer when he became trapped. There were things he noticed, people seemed to repeat themselves perfectly, people stopping mid sentence and acting like statues, other times things seemed to skip forward or speed up. As he grew older these happenings became more frequent and drastic. At the age of 11 he left home and headed deep into the local mountains so that he wouldn't hurt anyone while he learned to control his powers. Emerging nine years later as a full grown man, fully capable to control his abilities. Returning to his town only to find weeds and wild animals he turned his back to the town and headed toward the city.

Looks: Naturally blood red hair. Golden irises. Sallow tan. 6 foot. Broad. Scar between bicep and tricep on his left arm.
Powers: Control of the elements (Avatar style.) Control time.
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Level: 2
XP: 1/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Badly faded jeans and red t-shirt. Brown hiking boots, black backpack, dark blue overcoat.
Inventory: Remington 870 (13/7 20 ga. shells), Ruger Mini-14 x2 (90/30 5.56 ammo), Desert Eagle (21/7 .50 AE), S&W 19 revolver .357 Magnum 6/6, S&W 19 revolver .357 magnum 0/6, watch, Swiss army knife, sawed-off shotgun, box of shotgun shells, a machete, a thermos filled with water, a glass bottle filled with gasoline, matches.
Partner: N/A

(Every two levels is fine too.)
(Sorry about the stereotypical mean boyfriend/nice girlfriend characters.)

"Yep, that's what it is," Dawson replies. "He turns the key into the ignition and starts the car. He then slowly presses on the gas pedal.
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I raise my hand and move the air that's in the car to rustle his hair and move the barrel of his gun away from me. "Notice how the windows are closed?" I say as I move the air again. I undo my seatbelt and open the door, after two attempts at using the handle, and get out. "If you want to fight me then do it out here. This, car, looks expensive, I wouldn't want to damage it. Also if I were you I'd listen to the lady in your life. She seems to be a nice girl." I turn to Dawson, "I do apologize to you if I have trodden on your hospitality, you and you're family are very nice people."

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Name: Allan Lindo
Age: 32
Gender:Male
Bio: Allan was born in the suburbs of Manila, Philippines to a poor family. When he was 12, his family emigrated to America. Allan was very intelligent, repairing almost everything; cars, computers, even the local power plant. At the age of 22, he founded his own electronics firm, and soon became a multimillionaire. Concerned about the possibility of a man-made disaster, Allan fortified his mansion, constructed a state-of-the-art bomb shelter, and collected supplies and weapons. He calls his mansion "Fort Knox." He sold his company and resides in Fort Knox, waiting for the apocalypse to come, be it a zombie outbreak or nuclear war.

Looks: Black hair, 'Asian' eyes, scar on his left cheek, 5'11'' , tanned brown skin, wears 'cool-looking' prescription glasses. (I updated my looks sheet.)
Powers: Enhanced intelligence, ability to work with both hands (ambidextrous)
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Level: 2
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Khaki pants, plaid button-up shirt, work boots.
Inventory: AR15, (300/30 5.56 ammo), Remington 700 (200/5 .308 ammo), Glock 19 (suppressed) (7/0 9 mm ammo)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Barrett M82 (90/10 .50 BMG), Mossberg 500 (100/3 12 ga. shotgun shells)

(Will do.)

He whimpers at the sound of the bodies falling down the stairs and pales when he sees Max chucking the severed arm down the stairs. He seems incapable of talking at the moment but he's too shocked to be any kind of threat for a while yet.


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Name: Jax the Finn
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Bio: Jax was born the oldest of 3 children, 2 boys and one girl. Their ages are 15 and 17. The youngest, a boy named Rexon was about 5' 9" with black hair and pale eyes. He spent most of his time programming bots and computers. Xaeda, the sister was a short and thin girl, short brown hair, in a pixie cut. She's a phenomenal swimmer and enjoys anything athletic. Jax, he was somewhat of a hybrid of the two. He was a genius, an EIT (engineer in training) for his colony. Close to two weeks before his 20th birthday the incident happened. He was working on an experimental top secret rocket with his professor. Putting the final launch sequencing in when the lab was suddenly under attack from a team of rogue MUs (military unit).

Looks: darker Blonde short hair, Caucasian, and 5' 10"
Powers: Telekinesis and Swift Step (steps are not heard)
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: green shirt with a bear face, black slim fit jeans, red airwalk shoes, a neon green hat on backwards.
Inventory: Small messenger bag (6 slots) House keys (one slot), 2 days of food rations (two slots), knife (two slots), and one bottle of water (one slot)
Partner: N/A


Jax woke up to his professor face down in a pool of his own blood. The lab around him was falling to pieces, the rocket was gone, he was stripped of his money and identification. Jax went out to his vehicle but could not find it. He assumes that it was stolen or destroyed. He then notices that there are no other vehicles in the lot. He decides to walk home. About 2 houses away he sees his house has been broken into. He is still living with his parents and siblings so he decides to call out to them. "Mom!? Dad!? Anybody?" No reply. He searches for any sign of struggle, none. He walks down to his room and it looks as though it was ransacked. He knows what they were looking for. The plans for a new experimental weapon he was designing. It emits a certain kind of radiation that only attacks a certain group of people. This group can be programmed in. If the enemy got a hold of this they would surely destroy the populous. He checks his hidden chamber and discovers the storage container is still there. He promptly destroys it and embarks on his search for his family.

You exit the house to the sight of the street you grew up on. you know these buildings and trust them. It's a place where you feel safest, but now that safety has been shattered. Closing the door behind you, you decide what to do next.

[Welcome to the game! Now I can take the first paragraph as it details where you begin and we can work with that, however the second paragraph was impossible to work with. On a side note I did like it. Now, we don't do equipment limits here really, as you can see with my character(Even though there is a reason for it.), if you want we can continue with this slot design but that's making the game harder then it needs to be.]


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Name: Lance Valentino
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Bio: Lance is a security contractor for Academi, trained in weapons and tactics. He served two tours in the middle east; the first in Iraq and the second in Afghanistan. He came back, became a contractor, and continued in that field until he won the lottery. With that money he invested in the stock market, did some impersonations, made some powerful suggestions, and got rich. He retired to a small castle in Romania, where he tinkers with robots and collects weapons and ammunition, occasionally descending to the village below to grocery shop.
Looks: Close shaved haircut, Afghanis-tanned skin, 6'1, 180 pounds, well-toned
Powers: Soul control, shapeshifting.
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Level: 1
XP: 7/10
HP: 50/100
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Clothing: Green underwear,(all matte black) Dainese Manis Armored Jacket, Dainese Manis Back protector, Dainese hybrid neck brace, Dainese Kit J E1 knee guards, sarkar WRC900g gloves, sarkar ATLAS shin guards, sarkar ATV (advanced tactical vest), PREDATOR FAST G4 ballistic mask, Rabintex ACH-1 Ballistic Helmet, sarkar Nomex assault jumpsuit
Inventory: Steyr Scout 10/50, Steyr ACR 24/96, Hogue Avenger 7/70
Partner: Sabena/Sab, Pancor Jackhammer 10/58, 1911's x2 7/70, LSW 30/300

"What people do you even have?" She asks her senses sharpening back to their usual edge. "You just told me why you don't live with people so who the h*** are you're people?" She asks quickly standing up.

Name:Jessica
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Bio: Jessica was your average girl but she liked to shoot she was pretty tough and loved to do activities like capture the flag and laser tag. She lived in Germany on a flight to America everything went wrong. She is now a shadow mage and accidentidly teloported to the wrong place
Looks: Brown hair with purple highlights in the front one red eye 5'3
Powers: Can teloport and make pacts with the undead
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Level: 1
XP: 0/10
HP: 100/100
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Clothing: Skinny jeans and a purple tank with a nice fitting hoodie
Inventory: N/A
Partner: N/A