Mission: Z, OOC & Interest Thread [reboot]

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The premise!
    • January, 2024
      A scientist in California, working on a vaccine for Toxoplasmosis, which is the disease caused by the parasite Toxoplasma gondii, begins human trials.
    • March, 2025
      The vaccine is deemed a success, and the process of approval for distribution begins.
    • April, 2025
      The lead scientist of the T. gondii vaccine dies of a heart attack.
    • April, 2025
      A new lead scientist is assigned to the project. Makes minor edits to the quantity of some substances found in the vaccine, but the changes are minute, and a repeat of human trials is deemed unnecessary.
    • June, 2025
      The vaccine is approved for worldwide distribution... and the apocalypse begins.
    • September, 2025
      50% of the human population is either infected, or dead. The rest are in hiding, trying to survive.
    • January, 2026
      A scientist by the name of Aaron Fletcher, who was one of the assistants during the trials, begins work on a possible cure.
    • March, 2026
      Dr. Fletcher, after months of trying, has given up on a cure. It seems impossible. He switches gears, opting to try to create an immunity vaccine instead.
    • May, 2026
      The immunity vaccine is ready for human trials.
    • August, 2026
      The group finds themselves settled into what they proudly call a home. Everything is going great - for now.
The Disease
[spoili]Unlike most zombie plots, the Z. gondii zombies are not the result of a virus, but, rather, a brain-attacking parasite. It is estimated that 30% - 50% of the human population are already carriers of T. gondii, which is spread largely in part by cats, pigs, sheep, and other livestock. Post-vaccination, anyone who did not carry the parasite was unaffected. However, those who did harbor T. gondii within their system, and were exposed to the vaccine, are a part of "Group X" - the original "zombies".

Contrary to popular belief, the Z. gondii zombies are not undead, and the dead can not be resurrected by the parasite. Once the human body dies, it is dead. While the corpse (if infected while alive) can still be a carrier for disease for up to 72 hours after death, there is no risk of anyone who dies being "reborn" as a zombie. The parasite, that lives in the brain, relies on the human body to keep it alive. If the body dies, the parasite dies as well.[/spoili]

How It's Spread
[spoili]Toxoplasma gondii AKA T. gondii (the original parasite) is spread via under cooked contaminated meat, unwashed contaminated fruits & vegetables, and contaminated water, soil, and cat litter coming into contact with the eyes, nose or mouth.

Zaraplasma gondii AKA Z. gondii (the mutated parasite) is spread from mammal to mammal via bodily fluids, including blood, saliva, ejaculatory excretions, and excrement of both solid and liquid varieties.[/spoili]

Symptoms and Timeframe
[spoili]Hours After Infection || Symptoms
24 || Mild, flu-like symptoms
36 || Sore throat, swollen lymph nodes
48 || Crippling migraines, memory loss
60 || Loss of pain receptors, fits of rage
72 || Complete loss of bodily & cognitive functions, increased healing
72+ || All memory gone, reverted to primal instincts

24 hours after the infection, the host will experience mild, cold or flu-like symptoms, including headaches, stuffy/runny nose, congestion, sore throat and cough. If the infection was obtained by a bite, the site may grow red, irritated, and inflamed.

36 hours after the infection, in addition to the symptoms above growing worse, swollen lymph nodes will develop, along with a sore throat that progressively worsens and may inhibit breathing via compression of the trachea caused by the swelling.

48 hours after the infection, you will begin to experience memory loss, both short and long term, and blinding, crippling migraines.

60 hours after the infection, the host will lose all pain receptors in the body. Both a blessing and a curse, as the fits of blind rage that follow often involve the host being injured in some way or another.

72 hours after the infection, the host has lost all memory and the parasite is in complete control.

After the 72 hour timeframe, the human host is now only that, a host. All cognitive function has ceased, and, essentially, the "person" inside the body is gone. There are no memories, no thoughts, only primal instincts and rage, the urge to kill, and to eat, any living thing that crosses its path (though the parasites seem to somehow recognize other host-bodies, and leave them be). Any mammal can be infected with Z. gondii, although only those with physical attributes and digestive tracts suited for hunting and eating meat typically survive the infection, as any inclination to eat other organic material disappears once infected. As a result, natural carnivores are often hosts of Z. gondii. Birds, fish, invertebrates, reptiles, bugs, and amphibians seem to be unaffected by Z. gondii, and zombies do not actively hunt these creatures.

Unlike most zombie plots, the Z. gondii zombies are not the result of a virus, but, rather, a brain-attacking parasite. It is estimated that 30% - 50% of the human population are already carriers of T. gondii, which is spread largely in part by cats, pigs, sheep, and other livestock. Post-vaccination, anyone who did not carry the parasite was unaffected. However, those who did harbor T. gondii within their system, and were exposed to the vaccine, are a part of "Group X" - the original "zombies".

Contrary to popular belief, the Z. gondii zombies are not undead, and the dead can not be resurrected by the parasite. Once the human body dies, it is dead. While the corpse (if infected while alive) can still be a carrier for disease for up to 72 hours after death, there is no risk of anyone who dies being "reborn" as a zombie. The parasite, that lives in the brain, relies on the human body to keep it alive. If the body dies, the parasite dies as well.[/spoili]

Plot
[spoili]Basically the idea is this: I will be playing Dr. Fletcher's son. Before the doctor can get in contact with anyone in Washington (there are rumors that a cure is in the works there too) Dr. Fletcher ends up meeting his demise. Before that, however, he manages to inject the immunity into the closest living thing he can find, his late wife's service dog, Hero, instructing his son to get Hero to Washington and end the Z. gondii parasite once and for all.[/spoili]

Players
[spoili]Dr. Fletcher's son is going to need all the help he can get to make it to DC with Hero. Along the way the pair will meet survivors with like minds, and form a group that travels together though they may not know the purpose right off the bat. At some point, the group will find themselves in a pickle that looks very dire. At the last moment, they are rescued by another group of survivors, and escorted to their home, a walled-off community that seems incredibly safe and appealing... but there is a darkness there that is not at first seen... how will our survivors react when the people who once helped them seem to now want to do exactly the opposite?[/SPOILER][/spoili]

Side Notes
This RP was restarted with a core group of 6 people that are already invested in the RP. We *are* looking for a couple of new players just to bring in some new personalities, however if you can't commit to staying with the RP, please do not apply, as it creates too many problems when characters just up and disappear.

You can play as many as you can reasonably keep up with. Main characters will be a part of the group that's traveling with the Fletcher child and Hero. They can meet up with them at any point in the storyline. You may create villainous characters if that's the way you wish to go, but keep in mind the other characters WILL respond accordingly.

This will be a mature rated roleplay, not for sex or romance purposes (though that's fine between consenting adult characters, idc) but because it's going to be incredibly gory, violent, and dark, along with probably quite a bit of foul language. No one-liner (or preferably even one paragraph) posts, we are looking for rather literate players. :)

The Character Submission and IC threads are up now and can be reached via the buttons at the top of this post. Feel free to submit your character forms and as soon as a GM approves it, you are free to RP!
 
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There it was again.

Dexter Bastian Fletcher put two fingers between the window blinds and pulled them apart just far enough to peer outside. The same car had traveled the length of the road in front of their house twice in the last hour, and while this wouldn't be too terribly uncommon under normal circumstances, the world had ended five months ago. The headlights disappeared again and Dex let the blinds fall back together, turning around with his dark brows furrowed in worry. They lived in a rural, sparsely populated town, at the end of a long, winding county road, and since the Z. gondii parasite had "taken over the world", they very rarely saw cars. So seeing the same big, dark colored pickup truck several times in one hour, much less one day, was unsettling.

His dog, Hero, sat at his heels. Sensing Dex's worry, the little pit bull grumbled good naturedly and pressed his blocky head against his master's knee, eliciting a scratch behind the ears and a long, low sigh. "Gotta keep our guard up pal." He whispered, reaching up to itch at the few days worth of stubble that graced his cheeks. Dexter crossed the large, well furnished room and hit the light switch to darken the windows.

"Hey!" The whine came from across the room, to the couch where his sixteen year old sister, Riley, had been reading a book. "I'm trying to read here." She scowled.

"Use a book light." Her brother replied quietly. "There's a suspicious truck that's been driving around and I don't want to draw attention to the house."

"Yes sir." She mock saluted him with the wrong hand and stormed off in the general direction of her bedroom, using the weak moonlight that shone through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen as a guide. Dexter shook his head. Had anyone else called him "sir" they would have been corrected. He was a Sergeant, and used to being addressed as such. But Riley got away with a lot of things that others could not. Hero looked after his young mistress and then back to Dexter, waiting, and Dexter mock-scowled down at him. "Oh go on you traitor. Geh." Dismissed, the dog trotted after Riley.

They had been reasonably safe here since the z-pocalypse, as Riley had christened it. Their father, Aaron, was a freak about being prepared for emergencies, and as a result, the Fletcher home had an entire basement room stocked with dehydrated, canned, and jarred goods. Naturally they were all store bought or ordered online, as Aaron wouldn't dare do something as mundane as growing vegetables, but they were there nonetheless, ready for a nuclear fallout, or a super storm, or any other natural disaster... but they worked just as well for most of the world being infected by a brain-controlling parasite, too...

Now alone, Dexter sank down on to the couch Riley had vacated, resting his face on the knuckles of his bent right arm. He knew Riley wasn't really angry with him. She was angry at the world, yes, at their father, definitely, but the two siblings, despite being seven years apart in age, and damn near polar opposites, rarely fought. She was used to Dexter's hyper-sensitive instincts picking up on things that could pose a threat, which is why she hadn't put up a fight about the light switch. He sat there in darkness, listening for the crunch of gravel that would signal someone pulling into their driveway, but after over an hour of silence, the tension in his frame lessened, and not long after, he was asleep.

...

He awoke the next morning to the sound of a door slamming. Hero, who had been curled next to him, shot straight up out of his sleep with a startled bark. Blinking at the sunlight streaming in from the window opposite the couch, Dexter looked around. His father was standing in the kitchen, a hand over his face, muttering angrily. "What's going on?"

"That sister of yours is so damned stubborn!" Dr. Fletcher growled. "I'm fed up with the attitude about every little thing. She acts like it's MY fault the apocalypse happened."

That's not what she's mad at you about, dad. Dexter thought, but he didn't say anything. He was used to his father and sister fighting by now, and it never did any good to get in the middle of it. His father gave a helpless shrug and then shuffled down the basement staircase, mumbling something that sounded like "So close. So close."

He was curious about what they were fighting about this time and resolved to ask Riley when she returned. Their large back yard was surrounded by an 8ft privacy fence, and Riley often went out to the tree swing when she needed to blow off some steam. But when she didn't return for over an hour, he got worried. She was usually back by now, at least to check in, grab a bottle of water. So he went out to look for her with Hero bounding around him in large, joyous circles.

When he got to the swing, it was empty, swaying slightly in the wind and looking as if it hadn't even been touched in several days. Dread filled him, and he closed his eyes. "Hero. Such, Riley." Instantly the dog was on the job, leading him first to the unlocked back gate, and then to the wooded area behind their home. Riley had never done anything like this before. Not without him. It was dangerous out there. What was she thinking? Torn now between worry and anger, Dexter followed Hero, watching the dog lose her scent and then pick it up again twice. With every step further away from the house, the dread intensified, solidifying like a solid block of ice in his gut. And when Hero finally stopped, it was not because he found Riley.

They had come out all the way on the other side of the wooded area, where it butted against a county road. An Infected lay dead half on, half off of the asphalt, with a high caliber gunshot wound to the head. Dexter knelt beside it, sleeve covering his mouth. He was pretty sure it took bodily fluids to transfer the parasite, but he wasn't going to take the chance. The Infected was recently dead, and there were signs of a struggle. Blood in the grass. Blood pooled on the asphalt. Too much blood for a person to have survived. There were also signs of Riley. One of her shoes lay abandoned, at the base of a tree. And when he stepped over to it, he also saw a gun. His gun. Laying discarded in the grass with blood streaked across the muzzle. Dexter picked it up.
Night had fallen by the time Dexter returned home, weary and exhausted. Their father was waiting at the door when Dexter slid it open and stepped inside, meeting the man's gaze with a defeated expression. Dr. Fletcher turned away and disappeared back into the basement. He now knew that Riley was gone. And that it was his fault.

...

Dexter buried his father three days later. When he'd cut him down, a crumpled note fell from his cold, clenched fist. Forgive me, son. It read in shaky lettering. I am too weak for this world. But you are strong. You can save us. I've finished the immunity, and I've given it to Hero. Get him to Washington DC, and they can continue my work.

I am so very, very sorry. I love you, Dexter.

Dad
 
WIP CS

Main Character:


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Name: Evie 'Aoibheann' Summers |Nickname/Aliases: 'Robin' | Age: 21 |Gender: Female

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Hair: Ginger | Eyes: Pale Blue | Height: 5'4 | Weight: 121 (55KG)

Personality:

Bubbly, opinionated, peculiar. 3 unrelated words all of which have been used to describe Evie. Always one to try and look on the bright side of life, Evie's outgoing and adventurous nature has led to her being a well-rounded and confident girl. She tries to see the best in everyone and, in herself, be the best for everyone. She's nothing short of a perfectionist in that regard. If she's not at her best, she's at her worst. This, alongside being one to hold grudges, is probably her greatest flaw and in many cases her downfall.

History:

The daughter of a British military sergeant and an Irish immigrant, Evie was born and raised in northern England. Despite that fact, she still retains something of an Irish 'twang' from her mother. Evie always excelled throughout her childhood and adolescence: good grades, good social skills and very talented in her chosen hobbies. She was always a point of pride for her parents, something she quickly got used to. Once perfection was a common thing, it became a required thing for Evie. Anger would follow if not. Always finding an interest in archery, and being heavily invested in politics, she gained the nickname 'Robin' amongst her friends after 'Robin Hood'.

At the age of 18, she enrolled at Sheffield Hallam university to study History and Archeology where she quickly joined an abundance of societies and sports teams. Over her 3 years at university, she dropped out of most of them but one she did not relinquish was her position on the archery team. Being heralded as the 'saving grace' of the team, Evie quickly found popularity among her peers and the faculty, leading the team to victory in almost every competition they had. During her final year, Evie and the archery team travelled to the USA to compete with other university teams there. Alas, this is where her life took a turn for the worse. When the main outbreak happened, the team was blindsided. After the first reports of "zombification" came in, Evie and the team attempted to get back to the UK, only to be foiled in their attempt by rioting, zombies and quarantines. Multiple failed attempts later and Evie found herself in a refugee camp, praying every night into her pendant that she'd hear helicopters overhead and her father would magically appear with some sort of British Army rescue operation. Sadly, that day never came. After some time, when the government broke down and everything went to hell, the camp fell victim to an attack from armed raiders. In the fighting, several of her team mates were caught in the crossfire, others kidnapped for purposes Evie didn't dare to consider. Fleeing with a couple of others, she ran in a direction and didn't stop. Over time, she lost the others too. Rumours told of a safe haven, however. A place called 'Impact Point'. A place abundant with survivors. Even if it was just idle gossip. She had to try find it. She had to.

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Skills:

Archery
"I've been holding a bow for as long as I remember... not that that's saying much."
Cooking
"The perks of student life, y'know? You quickly learn how to make a meal out of an almost-empty tin of beans and wishes that you were richer!"
Athletic
"Seriously, hills are a thing in Sheffield. That and running for the train's that are never on time helps you keep healthy. I did some track training, too."
Smart
"Did you know that the first bomb the Allies dropped on Berlin in WWII killed Berlin's only elephant in a zoo?"
Has Experience With Firearms
"Dad used to teach me how to hold a weapon. I even got to take a 'firearms proficiency test'. It was pretty cool. I failed."

Likes:
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Fluffy things
"Sometimes you just need a cuddle, y'know? Might as well cuddle something soft."
+ Jazz
"If you can play double bass you can be my friend and I will buy you pizza. Well... I'll cite the gesture. Not many pizza shops anymore, really..."
+ History
"It's just fascinating! Learning about what came before. I adore learning about ancient civilizations!"
+ Reading Japanese Manga
"Yup. I'm one of those people."
+ Politics
"If you don't engage you don't see change."

Dislikes:
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Interpersonal Conflict
"I can't stand drama. Ugh, there's so much pettiness in the world. I mean, there's a lot more pressing things to worry about. Now more than ever! Y'know, like not getting your ankles chewed on by some deranged, 'zombie' lunatic."
- Hot weather
"I'm ginger. The sun is evil."
- Rock music
"It's never really been my thing. I mean... I guess some of the songs are okay-ish."
- Reading
"*Yawn* Boooooring! I don't know... I wish I read more, to be honest. I was led astray by manga, though. The pictures make me happy."

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Side Character:

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Name: Jack Whitley | Age: 34 | Gender:Male | Hair: Brown | Eyes: Dark Blue

Personality:
Firm, responsible, calm and calculating. Jack is the embodiment of what you would expect from a man like him. He has a strong sense of what is right and what is wrong - or at least by his definitions, anyway. Still, cross him or rub him the wrong way and you'll find a man that has a lot of anger and venom to bare.

History:
Having been on standby in Georgia when it happened, Jack was among one of the first special operations units to mobilize when the outbreak started. Initially, his platoon was tasked with HVT extractions, survivor recovery operations and supplementing National Guard units that were overwhelmed. For the first few weeks of the world going to hell, Jack never saw sleep. Yet, he also saw numerous successes. Unfortunately, success stories were few and far between and sooner or later, the luck of 1st Battalion ran out - Jack's battalion. Jack doesn't talk much about what went down in Atlanta, the most he'd ever tell anyone was that it was a joint operation with SFOD operators. That's when he was declared MIA. That's when he began to wander alone. It stayed that way for some time until a chance encounter gave him new purpose, serving the militia of Impact Point. Jack used and continues to use his skills and training to lead successful skirmishes and expeditions out in the wild of the once-was United States of America, all for the good of the community. Or is it?

Previous Occupation:
US Army, 75th Ranger Regiment

Likes:
Order, Strong Spirits, Guns, Country Music.

Dislikes:
Lies, raiders, romance.
Wrong thread nerd.
 
I'm on my phone and can't get to the other threads. Leave me alone!
 
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I know i waited a while, sorry. I hope that CS was good, let me know if there's anything wrong.
 
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I know i waited a while, sorry. I hope that CS was good, let me know if there's anything wrong.
yo, we got a discord for all this. If you also have discord then tell us and we'll send you a invite to the server.
 
yo, we got a discord for all this. If you also have discord then tell us and we'll send you a invite to the server.

I've never used the app before, but I'll set it up to see. Right now I'm writing up Aveline's piece for the IC.
 
I've never used the app before, but I'll set it up to see. Right now I'm writing up Aveline's piece for the IC.
ayyy.
alright, i'll send you a invite through PM and you can accept it at your convenience.
 
if the link I sent doesn't work for whatever reason just tell us and we'll get you another one
 
if the link I sent doesn't work for whatever reason just tell us and we'll get you another one

coo'

and im like hella paranoid rn idk why???? feel like the that IC post was off????

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Don't freak. I feel it's pretty good. That's why we gave you the discord too. So you could come in and discuss things if you'd want too.
 
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Gonna bump this once or twice more just in case since we're still pretty early into the RP - for anyone interested we still have open slots in the side group we're introducing if you want your character to have established background with other characters.
 
Ye. I'm almost done with my character. I'll join that.
 
Also, who are the GMs? So I know when my character is approved.