Zombie Outbreak RPG Profiles

Name: Vergil Roland
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Personality: his positive traits include a very focused, calculating mind. his days as a cop years back had taught him alot about keeping the morale of those around him high. on the negative however, he's usually rather quiet, often seemingly busy thinking about things. he can also be surprisingly cold when irritated, and he has a startlingly manipulative streak about him. only once has his ruthlessness been witnessed, back when he was in high school, but the few who knew him since then are most likely dead by now...
Appearance: a slick blond haired young man of british origin. ice blue eyes. lean, well built body. wears a black leather trenchcoat, unbuttoned, with a dark grey T-shirt underneath, a size or so small, due to a lack of options at the time, leaving it tight on him, and dark grey trousers. more recently, with the increasingly cold weather that's coming with winter, he's managed to get ahold of a black button up jacket. has a large multi-purpose combat knife he looted from a house several months ago. that aside he has a 9mm Beretta with several magazines, though he tries his best not to use the gun if there's any way of avoiding it
Unique Talents: athletic, fast and fairely capable in acrobatics, with thanks to the Zombies for that last skill. has impressive marksmanship abilities with most weapons. basic first aid skills, taught to him at the Police Academy early in his career as a cop.
History: Vergil was a fairly high ranking cop. he used to be put on several jobs merely for his knack for noticing things others seemed to overlook. he has outstanding eyesight, which brought with it remarkable shooting skills, and won first place in any shooting competitions held within the police force. he later quit his job and pursued marksmanship professionally, becoming one of the top marksmen in the country. just as he was planning to go into a nationwide championship, backed with several supporters and a hefty prize for the winner, the outbreak occured. he's considered himself jinxed ever since....
Species: Nemesis
Age: ?
Bio: Nobody really knows how the Nemesis came into being. what is known, is what he is now. 8 feet of solid muscle, a face that will give the most hardened man nightmares, and a deep, rumbling, gravelly voice that will send a chill down the backs of the bravest of men, and stop the hearts of any in the area. a massive, relatively intact body, made up almost entirely of muscle, combined with a parasite that fell victim to whatever virus spawned the zombie epidemic, has turned him into a killing machine that is almost unrivalled. big, strong, fast and intelligent, there is very little that outmatches the Nemesis in terms of overall power. with enough strength to break straight through just about anything short of a solid concrete or brick wall, speed to outrun any human if given enough distance, and an array of weapons to use to his advantage, he is a predator among predators that is to be avoided at all costs. his regenerative abilities, general resilience, when coupled with his speed, physical strength, agility and a series of spear-like, virus-coated tentacles that wind below the surface of some parts of his body, can prove to be a fatal combination. the Nemesis can selectively choose to infect a target, but usually saves it for times when a target is particularly troublesome, as it takes a while for the glands in the tendrils to secrete enough to effectively replace what's lost...
Appearance: http://the-switcher.deviantart.com/art/ ... s-39206359
Species: Reaper
Appearance: a blackish, scaley beast with large fangs in it's relatively short snout. It's agility and athletic ability is only matched by it's lethality. 5 long, extremely hard, razor sharp claws tip both of it's large hands, and it's piercing red eyes can see perfectly in even total darkness, daylight only slightly hindering it. a hood covers it's head and keeps it in the shadows most of the time, though investigation below would reveal an almost lion-like mane of fur growing around it's neck and down it's chest, with large scales growing from it's forehead [which now faces upwards loke most predatory animals' foreheads do] all the way down it's back, to it's tail, turning into large spike-like protrusions on it's shoulders, sticking out through the mane. a long thick tail extends behind it, ending in a large scythe-like blade, hence it's nickname 'Reaper'. the most common cause of their appearance is infection by the Nemesis, though not all infection victims actually turn into Reapers. this particular Reaper was once a college student by the name of Ben Mitchells [a friend of Jose Oliviera], his unfortunate mishap with the Nemesis put an end to his deteriorating life....though the pain has far from ended...
Unique characteristics: extremely athletic and swift. it can leap high and it's claws are capable of cleaving a man in two. though it doesn't take too much to kill them, few people actually realise it is close until it's far too late to save themselves...
Name: Jose Oliviera
Age: 23
Personality: light hearted and cheerful even in the worst situations, he's one of those guys who could come up with a funny comment for just about any situation he's put into. he's got sharp reflexes, enhanced even further by the dangerous life he and every other survivor lives. he's a warm hearted guy, and is extremely protective of those who treat him with respect.
Appearance: a lean, strongly built tanned man with medium length black hair, a short mustache with an alert looking face. he has deep brown eyes and a scar on his lower left cheek. he wears a heavy, dark green, sleeveless jacket, resembling a tactical vest, over a black tank top, a medallion with an eagle on it hanging from his neck. he wears urban camouflage pants, around the left leg of which is a long black sheathe, most likely belonging to a machete at one time, though instead, he has a moderately sized, fairly heavy axe in it. he has a shoulder strap, from which hangs a gun holster, his glock usually placed inside. the various clips hidden throughout his trouserlegs and in a few of the "tactical" vest's pockets. on his back, angled at one side to make it easier to reach, is a large sledge hammer, which he has been carrying with him since the day the outbreak occured. he considers it lucky, seeing as it has more than once saved him from death. he wears black boots and fingerless gloves, and keeps a black, elaborately patterened bandana in his pocket. on his shoulder is a tribal pattern, starting at his shoulder joint and ending on the underside of his wrist. he often has a dark military green backpack with him, it's appearance bulky but surprisingly light. inside, a flashlight, numerous tools, a large text book he uses as a diary and a mobile phone which, although still half charged, hasn't been turned on in months, and is most likely useless, though the fact he has a communication tool at all gives him some comfort. he hopes to find a radio sometime in the near future...
Unique Traits: He has tried every kind of practical job imaginable since he left the street gang he used to be in, among which is plumbing, construction, electrics and even spent a short period of time as a locksmith, which has given him mastery over several different kinds of tools, though the majority of it is useless. he's also a skilled pickpocket and car thief. his skill with a lock pick is startling when one thinks about how their homes and cars were within easy reach to him before the outbreak. there is almost no lock he can't open. if it has a key hole, he can unlock it. his aim is fairly good, and practice with his glock has made him an impressive shot, though his skill with heavier caliber weapons is arguable
History: Jose's history is a colourful one. initially an immigrant from Mexico, a few ties in the states got him citizenship after a few difficult twists and turns through the various authorities needed to acquire it. after he got citizenship, he found himself on hard times while trying to get a job. he got sucked into one of the San Diego street gangs at roughly 18, and began dealing in drugs a short while after, even though he had a personal rule never to touch it personally. after a number of hits on various enemy gang members, he noticed that people from his own gang began getting busted by the police. he had at this point earned enough money to be able to live off it for a couple of months without needing income, and so, left the state before they picked up his trail, Jose having been one of the small time members in the gang and not a serious attraction to the authorities, who never even discovered he existed. he moved to New York roughly a month and a half later, having spent almost all that he had, and took up a job as an electrician, saving up through that time to try and get himself into college to study Architecture, his previous education making him applicable though his funds were limited and a loan risky. his job lasted for a few months, after which, he quit, applying for a job in construction. after a few months of successful work there and some fair advancement, and having finally got the cash he needed to take a loan comfortably, he quit, going into college. as fate would have it, after 3 years of studying and being mere months away from graduation, the outbreak started, and he, along with his dreams of wealth, a family and a home by the coast, were thrown into the hellhole that was the New York Outbreak. by now, his bright attitude and positive outlook have allowed him to overcome the sadness of losing his chance at a wealthy life, but he is now beginning to see that his life as a street thug has taught him more about survival than any high paying job could...
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Personality: his positive traits include a very focused, calculating mind. his days as a cop years back had taught him alot about keeping the morale of those around him high. on the negative however, he's usually rather quiet, often seemingly busy thinking about things. he can also be surprisingly cold when irritated, and he has a startlingly manipulative streak about him. only once has his ruthlessness been witnessed, back when he was in high school, but the few who knew him since then are most likely dead by now...
Appearance: a slick blond haired young man of british origin. ice blue eyes. lean, well built body. wears a black leather trenchcoat, unbuttoned, with a dark grey T-shirt underneath, a size or so small, due to a lack of options at the time, leaving it tight on him, and dark grey trousers. more recently, with the increasingly cold weather that's coming with winter, he's managed to get ahold of a black button up jacket. has a large multi-purpose combat knife he looted from a house several months ago. that aside he has a 9mm Beretta with several magazines, though he tries his best not to use the gun if there's any way of avoiding it
Unique Talents: athletic, fast and fairely capable in acrobatics, with thanks to the Zombies for that last skill. has impressive marksmanship abilities with most weapons. basic first aid skills, taught to him at the Police Academy early in his career as a cop.
History: Vergil was a fairly high ranking cop. he used to be put on several jobs merely for his knack for noticing things others seemed to overlook. he has outstanding eyesight, which brought with it remarkable shooting skills, and won first place in any shooting competitions held within the police force. he later quit his job and pursued marksmanship professionally, becoming one of the top marksmen in the country. just as he was planning to go into a nationwide championship, backed with several supporters and a hefty prize for the winner, the outbreak occured. he's considered himself jinxed ever since....
Species: Nemesis
Age: ?
Bio: Nobody really knows how the Nemesis came into being. what is known, is what he is now. 8 feet of solid muscle, a face that will give the most hardened man nightmares, and a deep, rumbling, gravelly voice that will send a chill down the backs of the bravest of men, and stop the hearts of any in the area. a massive, relatively intact body, made up almost entirely of muscle, combined with a parasite that fell victim to whatever virus spawned the zombie epidemic, has turned him into a killing machine that is almost unrivalled. big, strong, fast and intelligent, there is very little that outmatches the Nemesis in terms of overall power. with enough strength to break straight through just about anything short of a solid concrete or brick wall, speed to outrun any human if given enough distance, and an array of weapons to use to his advantage, he is a predator among predators that is to be avoided at all costs. his regenerative abilities, general resilience, when coupled with his speed, physical strength, agility and a series of spear-like, virus-coated tentacles that wind below the surface of some parts of his body, can prove to be a fatal combination. the Nemesis can selectively choose to infect a target, but usually saves it for times when a target is particularly troublesome, as it takes a while for the glands in the tendrils to secrete enough to effectively replace what's lost...
Appearance: http://the-switcher.deviantart.com/art/ ... s-39206359
Species: Reaper
Appearance: a blackish, scaley beast with large fangs in it's relatively short snout. It's agility and athletic ability is only matched by it's lethality. 5 long, extremely hard, razor sharp claws tip both of it's large hands, and it's piercing red eyes can see perfectly in even total darkness, daylight only slightly hindering it. a hood covers it's head and keeps it in the shadows most of the time, though investigation below would reveal an almost lion-like mane of fur growing around it's neck and down it's chest, with large scales growing from it's forehead [which now faces upwards loke most predatory animals' foreheads do] all the way down it's back, to it's tail, turning into large spike-like protrusions on it's shoulders, sticking out through the mane. a long thick tail extends behind it, ending in a large scythe-like blade, hence it's nickname 'Reaper'. the most common cause of their appearance is infection by the Nemesis, though not all infection victims actually turn into Reapers. this particular Reaper was once a college student by the name of Ben Mitchells [a friend of Jose Oliviera], his unfortunate mishap with the Nemesis put an end to his deteriorating life....though the pain has far from ended...
Unique characteristics: extremely athletic and swift. it can leap high and it's claws are capable of cleaving a man in two. though it doesn't take too much to kill them, few people actually realise it is close until it's far too late to save themselves...
Name: Jose Oliviera
Age: 23
Personality: light hearted and cheerful even in the worst situations, he's one of those guys who could come up with a funny comment for just about any situation he's put into. he's got sharp reflexes, enhanced even further by the dangerous life he and every other survivor lives. he's a warm hearted guy, and is extremely protective of those who treat him with respect.
Appearance: a lean, strongly built tanned man with medium length black hair, a short mustache with an alert looking face. he has deep brown eyes and a scar on his lower left cheek. he wears a heavy, dark green, sleeveless jacket, resembling a tactical vest, over a black tank top, a medallion with an eagle on it hanging from his neck. he wears urban camouflage pants, around the left leg of which is a long black sheathe, most likely belonging to a machete at one time, though instead, he has a moderately sized, fairly heavy axe in it. he has a shoulder strap, from which hangs a gun holster, his glock usually placed inside. the various clips hidden throughout his trouserlegs and in a few of the "tactical" vest's pockets. on his back, angled at one side to make it easier to reach, is a large sledge hammer, which he has been carrying with him since the day the outbreak occured. he considers it lucky, seeing as it has more than once saved him from death. he wears black boots and fingerless gloves, and keeps a black, elaborately patterened bandana in his pocket. on his shoulder is a tribal pattern, starting at his shoulder joint and ending on the underside of his wrist. he often has a dark military green backpack with him, it's appearance bulky but surprisingly light. inside, a flashlight, numerous tools, a large text book he uses as a diary and a mobile phone which, although still half charged, hasn't been turned on in months, and is most likely useless, though the fact he has a communication tool at all gives him some comfort. he hopes to find a radio sometime in the near future...
Unique Traits: He has tried every kind of practical job imaginable since he left the street gang he used to be in, among which is plumbing, construction, electrics and even spent a short period of time as a locksmith, which has given him mastery over several different kinds of tools, though the majority of it is useless. he's also a skilled pickpocket and car thief. his skill with a lock pick is startling when one thinks about how their homes and cars were within easy reach to him before the outbreak. there is almost no lock he can't open. if it has a key hole, he can unlock it. his aim is fairly good, and practice with his glock has made him an impressive shot, though his skill with heavier caliber weapons is arguable
History: Jose's history is a colourful one. initially an immigrant from Mexico, a few ties in the states got him citizenship after a few difficult twists and turns through the various authorities needed to acquire it. after he got citizenship, he found himself on hard times while trying to get a job. he got sucked into one of the San Diego street gangs at roughly 18, and began dealing in drugs a short while after, even though he had a personal rule never to touch it personally. after a number of hits on various enemy gang members, he noticed that people from his own gang began getting busted by the police. he had at this point earned enough money to be able to live off it for a couple of months without needing income, and so, left the state before they picked up his trail, Jose having been one of the small time members in the gang and not a serious attraction to the authorities, who never even discovered he existed. he moved to New York roughly a month and a half later, having spent almost all that he had, and took up a job as an electrician, saving up through that time to try and get himself into college to study Architecture, his previous education making him applicable though his funds were limited and a loan risky. his job lasted for a few months, after which, he quit, applying for a job in construction. after a few months of successful work there and some fair advancement, and having finally got the cash he needed to take a loan comfortably, he quit, going into college. as fate would have it, after 3 years of studying and being mere months away from graduation, the outbreak started, and he, along with his dreams of wealth, a family and a home by the coast, were thrown into the hellhole that was the New York Outbreak. by now, his bright attitude and positive outlook have allowed him to overcome the sadness of losing his chance at a wealthy life, but he is now beginning to see that his life as a street thug has taught him more about survival than any high paying job could...