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, scar on his left cheek, 5'11''.
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)
Partner: Max
Max's Inventory: M1 Garand (200/10 .308 ammo), Remington 700 (180/5 .308 ammo), Mossberg 500 (100/5 12 ga. shotgun shells)
He looks directly at and simply says "Then get a bigger gun." He turns away from you and continues to fire, you hear a faint popping noise, then a louder shriek of metal buckling against metal. Looking outside you see the first pickup mid front flip, thanks to your enhanced intelligence you notice that underneath all the armor they are GMC sierras (http://www.t-online.de/auto/neuheiten/nutzfahrzeuge/id_43774852/tid_embedded/sid_45031104/si_0/gmc-sierra-all-terrain-hd-konzept-.). You see the first sierra pitch forward and fall onto its roof, the one behind it didn't react fast enough and plowed right into it, sending both of them off the path. The third, however, doesn't even slow down and speeds past its fallen brethren. "Gah!" You hear beside you as you see Max unjamming the rifle he's using.
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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: 1
XP: 0/10
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 xp for that?)
I keep walking, shouldering the bag onto my shoulder.
