[FFRP] The Snake's Embrace

[Millinescence]

Alright~! This is my first RP thread, I got the idea from reading Kerina's web-novel The Snake's Embrace. Here what's going down:

Humanity has been driven from the surface of the Earth by the rise of a species called the Ovalisks. Reptilian creatures that have evolved the appearance of adorable, young anime girls that transform humans into their kind with a touch. The skin of an Ovalisk secretes a potent hormone, which when skin-on-skin contact is made with the creatures, causes instantaneous transformation. Click the above link for more information on what you will face...

About six months have passed since the first Ovalisk appeared. Players start off in an underground bunker. However, their food and supplies are running dangerously low. So they must go to the Surface to forage. In the bunker there are living quarters, an atrium in the center, a laboratory, and an armory stocked with with a wide variety of guns and plenty of ammo. The exit is a garage with several modified and reinforced vehicles a la Mad Max, and an 8-inch thick steel door which leads to a small chamber, followed by another steel door that leads to the Outside.

The bunker is located in the near-outskirts of a gleaming Ovalisk-infested city about 17 miles down a deserted, east-bound highway. Five miles to the west is a boulevard full of businesses and subdivisions.

The rules of this game are simple and real-life based. No telekinesis, shape-shifting abilities, etc are allowed. Think of your average survivor of a global disaster. Any equipment you deem necessary is alright, just don't go overboard. (EDIT: Improvised weapons are allowed, just give a brief description to the effect of how it works. If you don't, then it might not work properly.)

If your character dies, you may create another character and try again.

On the other hand, if your character gets Ovie-fied, you have the option of either treating it like a dead character and try again, OR if you want to, you can continue playing your transformed, mind-altered character. Think cute little girl who likes to run up and hug any human she sees. ^w^

Players that are starting off must provide the character information below in their first post. Don't wait for me to approve your character, just plop them into the bunker and start playing. (EDIT: Anyone can join this RP at anytime, day or night. So if you want to get in on the action, put in your character info as stated below and you can start either in the bunker or on the highway) ^.~

Information for Character Creation:

Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Occupation:
Personality:
Skills:
Other:

ENJOY~!!

[Zilla]

Name: Harriet Aikman
Age: 23
Appearance: wiry, bespectacled, with a tangly mop of neck-length brown hair. Her clothes are functional but a little ill-fitting on her slight frame.
Occupation: Mechanic, driver
Personality: Ever helpful, a little quiet, and sometimes enigmatically intellectual. She makes odd comments now and then.
Skills: Driving, mechanics, and running.
Other: She lost her father for sure in the chaos that had happened in the world, watching him begin transforming in front of her. She also was separated from the rest of her family, who she hasn't had contact with since being driven underground. She wants to know if her mother and two brothers (one older at 26, one fraternal twin) are still alive.

[Knight Errant]

HAH! This one sounds like fun... also, question... does each player start off in their own bunker? Or is it a group thing.

Name: Vincent Romano
Age: 25
Appearance: Tall, thin, with shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, and spanish features. He usually wears a black leather jacket, jean pants, and white leather gloves.
Occupation: Vic was a singer and guitarist... and a former hitman.
Personality: Cool and collected, it takes much to rattle his nerves.
Skills: He is a marksman with the gun, as well as knowing many basic mechanical and survival skills from working his former profession.
Other: He got much fame and much money from his former profession (note, not the singing) until it finally began leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He finally put down his gun and took up his guitar to live the rest of his days in peace... until the Ovalisks came.

[Harri-chan]

Name: Alice Shepherd

Age: 16

Appearance: Tall for her age, but skinny, with long, dirty-blonde hair to her waist, with blue eyes

Occupation: Student

Personality: She doesn't like being told what to do, and doesn't like being treated like a kid. She's got a short temper, but is also quick to stand up for her friends.

Skills: While almost useless in the world as it is now, Alice is a pretty good artist. She grew up watching Disney movies at home, and reading comics at school, and all she's ever wanted to do is draw and animate. During her teenage years, she's started getting a little more into some stylish but violent Japanese manga, and from this sprung an interest in guns and swords, although she has no experience with either.


Other: Like many others, she's been separated from her family during the chaos and the fleeing underground.

[Haylie]

Name: Mike Brown

Age: 19

Appearance: Tall and skinny, brown hair spiked up, glasses, dark green eyes. Jeans, black shoes, watch, and white shirt reading, "Video games destroyed my life. Good thing I have two extra lives."

Occupation: He claims to be unemployed. He's actually a well-trained mercenary. He just doesn't like people knowing it, because then they ask him to do stuff.

Personality: He likes shooting things. And video games. Usually quiet and reserved, he'll occasionally offer a funny line where he thinks it necessary. He's pretty friendly, except when he's shooting things, at which time he'd rather everyone shut up and let him work. He's quite lazy, as well.

Skills: Guns of all kinds, mainly assault rifles. He can also repair most things very quickly and efficiently, though he'll likely complain the whole time.

Other: Don't call him "Mikey". He'll kill you.

[Zilla]

Harriet was in the parking garage, giving the vehicles one more look over to make sure they were solid. She'd spent weeks in here with Anthony, testing and tuning up all the vehicles for the impending excursion. Now, it was time to put their hard work to the test.

"Hey, Anthony, did you ever see Dawn of the Dead?" Harriet asks.

Anthony rolls out from under a reinforced pickup to ask, "The old one or the new one?"

"The new one, is what I'm thinking of..."

Anthony props himself up with his hands and climbs into his usual slouching posture. "Naw, I'm not much for horror." His coveralls were stained with dry grease, some of which was rather fresh from a small oil spill three days ago.

"There's one part, where they're escaping from the mall in two reinforced busses," Harriet said, climbing into the cab of a reinforced pickup truck. "I'm scared it'll be like that... and worse, we don't know much about these ovalisks..."

Harriet had a brief moment, picturing her father stacking furniture against a door, while she and her family worked to clear an escape path. The door supressed a cacophony of giggles... the worst kind of sound, like they knew it was all just a game...

Harriet shuddered before the memory could continue, and gripped the steering wheel.

[Knight Errant]

Vic heads down to the garage, doing a few last minute fixes on his vehicle. It was an old 94 Cadillac Deville, reinforced with armor plates and a spiked cattle driver on the front. The side and rear windows were covered with thin armor plates, sliding down like a window shade at the press of a button. He had had little else to do while stuck in the bunker, so he had spent most of his time working on the car, listening to his radio for any signs of life outside.

Grunting, he sets the final piece in place... a heavy gatling gun set on a swivel mount on the roof of the car. That had taken him the most time to set up, but he liked the look of it very much. He sets the feed into the gun, the belt traveling down into a large ammo box in the rear of the car, then gets in and starts it up. He had waited as long as he dared, but his food was all but out. He had to do something.

He goes through the inner door, sealing it behind him before opening the outer one and driving off into the world... the feeling of apprehension immediate. He heads along back roads, moving towards the city. His aim was the grocery store... it would be risky, but if he pulled it off he wouldnt have to worry about food for a good long time. He glances into the passenger's seat, where his weapons wait. A pair of uzi's, a pair of desert eagles, both silenced, and plenty of ammo.

[Harri-chan]

Alice was sat up on the hood of one of the trucks, having been hanging out with Harriett and Anthony. She was sat with her legs crossed, indian-style if that's what you want to call it, with a sketchpad across her lap and a pencil in her head, while some kind of machine gun with a shoulder strap was infront of her. She wore a pair of camo-print capris she thought were rather fitting, and a dark green vest top that hugged her skinny torso, while brown leather boots covered her feet. She had fashioned a strip of brown cloth into a headband to keep her blonde hair from her face.

"Please don't tell me you're comparing a bunch of little girls to zombies.. ", she said, rolling her eyes, in response to Harriet.

[Zilla]

Harriet tests the steering wheel's stability and a bit of the jerry-rigged transmission. "Alice... they're not a bunch of little girls," Harriet says. "They're... they're not human."

She watches as that mysterious Vincent guy decides to take point in that Cadillac of his. He was a bit of a loner, it seemed. Harriet often wondered what he thought behind those blue eyes.

"Everyone ready? Might as well get this show on the road..."

Harriet checks her equipment again, gingerly touching the small sidearm she hopes not to need, the steak knife she had held on to so fearfully the first night in the bunker, the pack of peanuts strapped to her waist, and the honey-bomb she could use as a distraction if she needed. Those things were so sticky...

Her mechanic's outfit hung loose on her body, but the gloves, coveralls, jumpsuit, boots, and cap left only her face exposed. It might not help all that much in the end, but she might be just one glove away from survival, and she'd rather be prepared for the worst.

"Let's go!" She yelled, igniting the engine with a heartily satisfying roar.

[Harri-chan]

Alice didn't look convinced, but then again, she'd never seen what the Ovalisks could do, only heard about it, and as far as she was concerned, it was all a big fuss over nothing. She tossed her sketch pad and pencil into her back pack, and then got to her feet on the hood of the trunk, bending down to grab the gun, and tugged the strap up over her shoulder so it hung across her chest, and then pulled her hair out from under the leather, and jumped down onto her feet, bending her knees upon landing, and staggering forward a few steps before she clambers up into truck, taking the seat behind Harriet.

"Think McDonalds is still gonna be open?", she joked, not sharing Harriet's nerves at all, but then, that was only down to her not really understanding what they were up against, rather than her being particularly brave.

[Zilla]

"The play-pit probably will be!" Anthony remarked, patting the side of the truck from the outside. He flashed Harriet a thumbs-up, which she nervously returned.

(Gonna wait for others in case they want to join our group or stick with our convoy, etc.)

[Flannery]

Name: Ellis Flannery

Age: 23

Appearance: Short red hair, and hazel eyes. He is very well built, and maintains himself. Mainly wears a black long sleeved shirt with a green assault vest over top the shirt and khaki cargo pants. He sports a tan cowboy hat with a desert camo band around the hat, he also wears a pair of cowboy boots.

Occupation: Truck Driver, weapons expert, salvager and scavenger

Personality: A wary person. He has trust issues due to how many people have robbed him, and left him for dead on the side of the road. He can be very friendly, and is always looking for trade.

Skills: Very skilled with anything that has wheels, he is also skilled with any firearm.

Other: before the Ovalisk attacked, Ellis was highly successful racer, doing everything from the Baja, to stock cars, to Road Rallies.

Ellis Drives his 18 wheeler http://www.ontoinfo.com/wp-content/uplo ... _truck.jpg threw the desert. He hasn't seen a single soul for quite a long while, and is running low on food. He is down to one box, which will last him if he stretches it, about a week. Ammo on the other hand he has enough for him to stop and kill 10,000 of the things if he wanted. Fuel, his tanker is 2/3 full. He is doing very well. Ellis tunes his radio and picks up chatter, it's fuzzy, but that means he is just out of radio range, meaning he was close to some kind of survivors. Flannery tunes his music player to the song "East Bound and Down" by Jerry Reed. He shifts gears and lays on the horn.

[Millinescence]

((Good characters so far guys ^^))

HAH! This one sounds like fun... also, question... does each player start off in their own bunker? Or is it a group thing.

Yes, all players start in the same bunker.

He goes through the inner door, sealing it behind him before opening the outer one and driving off into the world... the feeling of apprehension immediate. He heads along back roads, moving towards the city. His aim was the grocery store... it would be risky, but if he pulled it off he wouldnt have to worry about food for a good long time. He glances into the passenger's seat, where his weapons wait. A pair of uzi's, a pair of desert eagles, both silenced, and plenty of ammo.

His decision to go down the back roads was a good one. Not much activity there. Abandoned cars dotted the roads, but Vic was able to weave through them. There were several Ovalisks chasing after the car, but their little legs couldn't keep up with the speeding Caddy. The sound of giggling died off as they got further away.


@Ickle Harri-chan, Flannery & Zilla:
The garage of the bunker is cavernous, containing everything one needs to fix their car and then some. On one side of the wall lay assortments of scrap-metal for reinforcing the vehicles. There are a couple of repair shop style car lifts, and tool benches with plenty of tools that look like they were looted from the local repair shop. It's even deep enough to hold a semi-truck and it's trailer. On the back side of the wall near the door has crates containing various components that were gathered from auto parts stores and the like. Lastly, the the other side of the wall, has three gas pumps. Harriet's car roars to life!

[Flannery]

Flannery flies down the highway with the peddle to the floor. The wrecked and abandon cars that are on the road are little more than a road bump to the lumbering semi. Flannery smashes threw the zombies that stood in front of a compact car. He slams threw the obstacle sending it airborne and into the ditch. The flying wreckage takes out several more zombie girls that stood by the ditch. Flannery looks out the window and at the zombies and the car he just smashed! "Boo-ya! 50 point!" He puts he head back in and smiles. He then goes over a hill and see a caddy coming in the opposite direction up the same hill. Flannery slams on his breaks and hits his horn. He turns the wheel and avoids a head on collision. He looks ahead and sees several more cars in the convoy. He stops and looks behind him at the passing cars, he remains vigilant to his surrounding and listens for the giggling of little girls, bust still stays in the safety of his cab.

[Harri-chan]

The teenager's blue eyes narrowed in a glare at Anthony, "What's that supposed to mean?", she asked, slouching sideways in her seat, drawing her knees up against her chest after moving the gun to her side. She huffed, folding her arms across the tops of her knees, and then leaned her head back against the re-enforced window.