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Character Sheet:
[b]Name[/b]: [Last name] ["Nickname"] [First Name]
[b]Age[/b]: [Due to the mature and explicit material that will be included in this thread, all characters are encouraged to be (19 years old) or above]
[b]Gender[/b]: [Male] or [Female]
[b]Sexuality[/b]: [Hetero-], [Homo-], [Bi-], etc.
[b]Appearance[/b]: [Profile Picture (obligatory)], [Physical Description (optional)]
[b]Bio[/b]: [Origin], [Reaction to Outbreak], [Reason for coming to Kellington]
[b]Skills[/b]: [8 Skills Maximum, must be Bio-compliant.]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name: "The Courtesan" Farah
Age: 43
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Bio:
Farah had a normal life, if one may call it that. She was a child of the privilege, always having everything handed down to her with little to no effort, merely having to ask and tell her many servants to do what she whatever she wishes. She was disowned by her parents when she was 16 after being caught sucking off one of her parent's prized racing stallions.
After getting kicked out, Farah began her life as a prostitute, having many sexual encounters with older rich men looking to feel young for a night, cocky jocks that want to spend their parents' money for a quick fuck, or, her favorite, virgin boys that pool their money together for a gangbang experience. As the years went by, Farah became very famous for her services and later became a famous porn actress in very kinky pornos. Bestiality, gangbangs, female domination and so much more.
After the infection spread throughout all of America, Farah has been using her experience to trade sexual favors with supplies and/or protection, something that has been working very well for her.
Skills:
3+ High Immune System: Resistance to infection (meaning it'll take longer for infection to increase :3)
2+ Steady Head: As a high-quality cortesan Farah should have an easy to stimulate body from years of pleasure. Thus, while she won't exactly turn horny at the drop of a hat she will be more affected by lust attacks. In turn however she doesn't lose her rationality when drowning in pleasure; otherwise she can be orgasming yet still remain aware of her surroundings.
2+ Domination: (meaning that even though Farah is surrounded, she can switch it on the others, jacking them off instead of being forced to do what they want; if I can)
3+ All Night Long: Farah has more reserves of energy than usual, and can run, leap and fuck for hours longer than the average Joe/Jane.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name: Julie Star
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance: Overwear-
Underwear-
Bio: Julie was a cheerleader for her school when the infection hit. She had always been a free-spirited carefree girly-girl, and the infection didn't change her. While it certainly is impractical and unnecessary, she puts makeup on each morning and wears minimal clothing. When she first saw one of the undead, she left town as quickly as possible in a haze of fear, grabbing her father's chainsaw on her way out. As she was leaving, she found her boyfriend, Nicholas, dead in the street. From that point on, she her anger overcame her fear for the hordes that surrounded her. She set off on a mad rampage, slaughtering everything in sight and with no regard for her own well being. After days of this rampage, she realized that her chainsaw was nearly out of juice. Luckily for her, a survivor had recently been killed not too far from where she was, and he carried useful items that helped her get started in the new world, including a handgun and combat knife. Now she lives in half-fear, half-anger, trying to get through each day and hoping for a future without these abominations.
Skills- Sharp melee weapons- 5
Acrobatics- 5

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name: Genjyo "The Judge" Kako
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Only thing I'd add is she wears a military style coat hanging off her shoulders, with a bronze chain connecting the collar so it doesn't simply fly off.
Bio: Before the beginning of "The Outbreak", Kako was a student of a prodigious academy. Her academic scores were average, but her athletic skills and physical prowess were nothing to be laughed at. It was however her moral sense of justice and intimidating persona which she was most recognized for. She had been made head of her academy's disciplinary committee after a quick bout with a group of the school's group of delinquents, whom were the first people she recruited once she took her office. Her stubborn will, and desire for order among the student body, along with her skills with the boken seemed to give her the perfect life, until...It happened nearly overnight. Everything was coming apart at the seams as the world descended into absolute chaos. The dead were rising, eating the flesh of the living. Kako had been getting ready for the first day of her second year, she felt happy, content. Why did this all have to happen? She did the only thing she could do, the last thing she heard from her father, she ran. She survived. After years of fleeing, surviving, waiting...She began hearing rumors. Rumors of a city who's infection had changed. Rumors of lust filled abominations which roamed the streets. This did something that hadn't been done in a long time. For the first time she had been filled with a righteous vigorous rage. But also, with a glimmer of hope. The creatures didn't simply consume, they did as humans did, and if they did this, they could be tamed, have order forced onto them. At least, that's what she hoped.
Skills:
+4 Willpower[She's pretty bullheaded...]
+3 Sword skills[wooden sword is still a sword :p]
+4 Strength
+5 Dominance[As her background would suggest, she doesn't just lie down and submit, she's more likely going to want to force them to submit.]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name:Daniel Stevenson

Age:25

Gender:Male

sexuality: Heterosexual

Height:6 foot 3 inches

Weight: 190lbs unclothed/Flat toned form

Appearance: (Daniel on the left. Alex on the right.)

Bio:Unlike most in the apocalypse that would engulf the world, Daniel thought of it as a good thing, a chance to start with a clean slate. Having spent seven years in prison he did not know of the zombie apocalypse at first, completely ignorant like the rest of his inmates till a few months ago. Having been sealed in the prison till food started running dangerously low, eventually the warden simply tossed the inmates out to be fed to the monsters that they would encounter. Proving to be good fodder to them but not all the inmates perished, most managed to escape such as Daniel, becoming raiders and scavengers, seeking out and stealing, or buying anything they valued. Though this could only last so long, as eventually the group started turning on each-other out of jealousy or greed, the group tearing itself apart from the inside out which forced daniel to pack his things and leave, only having the gear they managed to snag over the months to protect himself he set out and ended up living solo for the most recent weeks. Though eventually he realized his food stores were running low, this forcing him to take a large risk that normally would not be taken, he packed up what he could, stored enough food to last the trip in his backpack... and then set off for the city closest by, unknowing if he is heading to his end or hope to last longer in this world... possibly other survivors for supplies or aid...

Skills:

Body/physique:2 Due to his years in prison Danial is quite physically fit, able to perform better then a average survivor that had not worked out much in close combat and when carrying heavier items.

close combat:2 Life in prison can be rough on people but it teaches you to use whatever you can as effectively as you can when fighting someone coming at you with a metal pipe. Giving him a increased effectiveness due to experience with blade and blunted tools.

mechanical/invention:2 Due to his time as a prisoner he learned to be more technically savvy, able to repair or create weapons, tools, and items if need be from more baser things. as they say, Duck tape fixes anything.

rifle and pistols:2 While in prison you can learn quite a few things if you ask the right people. talk to a few murderers and you may learn where to stab a knife effectively... but talk to some ex-military and you may just yet learn some tips on how to shoot a gun straight and hold it steady.

Mental fortitude: 3 Daniel can last longer under high stress situations or being raped/attacked then the normal individual, able to hold his mind in check and not give into baser feelings such as panic or lust.

Technically savvy: 2 Partially due to his time fiddling with multiple electronics to take the parts out of them he learned to a degree how certain powered items work. now is it the blue wire or the red wire that needs to be spliced....

Inventory:
Wearing

A dark blue short-sleeve shirt with a skull an crossbones design on the back.

A black kevlar vest that is slipped on over his shirt. covering most of his chest.

A pair of black jeans, though slightly constricting to make it harder for him to bleed out if he takes a injury.

A pair of Combat kevlar steel toe military boots that should be able to withstand the wear of everyday. as well as have enough weight behind them to make them effective stomping and kicking tools.

A pair of black finger-less gloves to allow grip.

A pair of clear googles to protect his eyes from attacks as well as splats.

And lastly a Black leather trench coat over the whole outfit to keep it covered and offer a minor degree of protection from bites.

Pockets
A 'tic tac' dispenser that has 4 anti-biotics in it. (instead of twisting off the top he just has to plop one in his mouth) -can carry a maximum of ten pills in it. be it anti-biotic or something else.

A flint and a small slab of steel for making sparks for fires.

A paper-clip to use as a lock-pick for simple locks

And lastly a Smart-phone with a fully charged battery

Weapons (and where they are located)
(strapped to wrists, concealed by trench coat) a pair of 6 inch wrist blades that work in as a last-break self defense weapon in grapple situations [since due to length he has to be very close] for human targets and undead. allowing him to get a edge by introducing a sudden piercing or slashing blade into the situation. He modified the blades with a pair of taser batteries, allowing him to run a current up the length of the blades in case he needs it, who knows when you may need a quick taser.

(disassembled and in first section of backpack) A semi-auto M14 with scope,bi-pod,and suppressor

(holstered on right hip) A m9 Beretta handgun with suppressor and mounted flash-light with laser sight.

(sheathed and on right peck.) He has a Tactical Combat knife he commonly pairs with the pistol. useful for when he needs quick access but does not want to reveal his wrist blades

Emergency small satchel

A First-aid kit for treating minor to moderate injuries. comes with a pair of scissors and a small knife in case he needs to perform any extractions. (bullets,broken off fangs,shrapnel,etc) -though could be used on other's if need be-

A empty syringe, nothing special.

Large three-section backpack with two side-packs [waterproof]

(1) (check weapons for rest) A small stash of rifle ammo. 15 armor piercing magazine's in all.

(2) this section of the bag is stuffed with MREs though it is effective it makes him not have variety in his meals. 10 MRE bags in total.

(3) This section contains a small erotica book (not a magazine, actual reading material), A small case containing a lock-pick kit, and a portable solar charger (to charge up small electronics he comes across)

(side pack 1) 4 magazines for his pistol and a small locket that is glued closed, clearly not wanting it to be open

(side pack 2) A medium sized bottle of water with a filter built in to make sure his water is clean when he drinks it. (making it re-usable and also making him able to fill it from most sources)[/quote]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name: Candy Toomey
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: She wears gloves to help her in handling her weapon. She is also 5'11"
Bio: Candy was pretty much your average young adult before the outbreak. What with the economic climate, she lived with her mom and sister in their small apartment in her hometown. Working retail sucked, but it helped put food on the table and gas in the car, and it was better than nothing. When they had free weekends, they'd go on small camping trips and spend the night sleeping under the stars. Thanks to this, she managed to learn some survival skills, and she'd do research on others when she had nothing better to do.

Which wasn't much, as when she wasn't working or hanging with family and friends, she was playing Soccer for a community team. She never bothered with most of the technical stuff of the game, but it was great exercise and much more fun than track.

When the outbreak hit, she had been at a soccer game in the next town over, going against her teams rivals. All they had were crazy reports on the TV and radio, and most of the people there didn't believe a word of it...until someone started screaming as someone succumbed and became one of the walking dead. Her team quickly gathered up and jumped into the bus and headed home...only to find their town nearly overrun. Candy tried to reach home and find her family, but they lived in the down town area, and that was where most of the zeds were at. She was forcibly evacuated after she decked a cop trying to keep her from heading that way, and dumped in a refugee camp.

When the camp came under attack, Candy knew at that moment that the world she had known was coming crumbling down, and so she gathered what supplies she could carry, and trudged out. She's been wandering the countryside on her own for some time. She tries to avoid other people, fearing the danger they may pose to her, and because of this she's become rather anti-social. Her only companionship is her diary and a disheveled nyan cat plushie she found discarded on the road, which she named Sparticus.

She's been having trouble finding supplies of late, and it does seem like the number of zeds wandering around has been dropping. Kellington is the nearest big city to her current location, or so sayeth the map she carries with her. She figures she can move in and check things out and if things are too hot, head back into the wilderness. She's started to grow weary of having to constantly be on the move, and is wishing for even a semblance of order and stability.

Not being fond of guns, she instead uses a 6 1/2' quarterstaff that she has studded with shards of metal on the ends.
Skills:
Agile
Moderate Survivor Skills
Proficiency-Quarterstaff

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Name: Karol Whitney
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Biography: Karol was never made for this, its amazing shes survived so long with only some experience hiking and camping. Its a good thing shes great with bow, a nice little thing her uncle showed her how to use before he was killed by some zed. Before the apocalypse Karol was a more or less a pampered rich girl never really doing much and always getting her way. When it finally hit she was in a cabin in the woods spending time with her uncle who was a great outdoorsman, living off the land and everything and eventually passed on those skills to her. Her last family member died when they had to trek into town for more supplies before heading back to the cabin, unfortunately a massive horde descended on their car and her uncle sacrificed himself so that she could get away with only her uncles bow as the last reminder of the man who saved her life. Now she heads into a new town for more supplies before going back to the cabin and live in safety for a few more days before venturing out again

Skills:
Proficiency: Bow and Arrow
Medicine: First Aid
Stealth: Sneak

[GM ROLL: 14]
Farah manages to luck out and fails to encounter any dangerous creatures as she ventures into the city. However, she only manages to advance a city block within, which she assumes to be some kind of low-middle class residential district spread out with two to three story family houses, when she begins to hear the first moans from around a corner. These are guttural and beastly in nature, and she realizes that a mob of zombies (probably many male) are converging on the street she was a the time. She can either try and stealth her way around them, or try and rush into one of the houses around to find cover.

[GM EVENT ROLL: 2]
Quite unfortunately for the former prostitute there were undead inside the house. Exactly beside the front entrance actually. What appeared to be the shambling remains of the house's owner, a caucassian brown haired male whom was missing a few parts of his left side. The zombie had apparently turned trying to abandon his home, as evidence of a brown pack resting to the side, but his plans had been cut short before he could evacuate. And, sadly for Farah, she was now trapped inside the house with the male zed cutting off any and all chaces of escape.

Enemy Action: Pounce [ROLL 13 (+2 Due to TRAP) = 15]
Before Farah could perform anything other than a short scream the undead had leapt and pinned her to the ground, however she did manage to keep a good grip on her weapon. The male's pants had already been ripped from a previous unknown circumstance and his thicker than long penis brushed against her thighs, slipping straight under her breezy dress whoch had ridden up in the manuever. The male zed kept one hand firm on her shoulder and used its weight to keep her from getting any leverage to get up, while it began to roam her curavceous body with its free right hand.

Enemy Action: Rip off Player Clothing [ROLL 7]
The male creature attempted to get a good grab on Farah's dress however her struggles were enough to keep its free hand from getting a good grab. In its frustration it instead used its hand and kept it firmly over her waist to keep her firmly pinned and began to lick and nip at her neck lewdly.

[EVENT ROLL: 11]
Kako's venture into the city goes off without any trouble, however a city block in (she has determined her entry point into the city to be a trade district, given all of the stores lining the streets) an odd noise rumbles from behind from one of the dark alleyways she'd passed. The odd noise obviously makes her keep up her guard, but now she must choose: should she confront whatever creature may have been roused by her passing, or should she ignore it and merely proceed on her journey deeper into the city?

Philosopher Wrote:Subject: Return of the Horny Dead


[Enemy Action: Pounce (ROLL 1)]
The diseased canine attempt to throw itself on top of its fallen prey, its penis already steel-hard in an erection and pumping to drive itself into the female's flesh yet again, however it finds that it has reached the end of its chain and can't even advance that last inch to insert itself. It is kept suspended, giving off a series of whines and growls of frustration that its plan had failed but since the target is so close it begins humping midair in a pointless attempt to do something, which elicites Karol's amusement at the irony.
[GM EVENT: Chain Breaks (ROLL 14)]
Its rought movement from the canine's desperately gyrating hips does seems to get a respond from ever-lovable Murphy as the chain lashed to the canine's collar begins to creak, and after years of oxidation breaks entirely. Suddenly the once restrained dog flies forward and with one sharp thrust buries itself entirely with Karol's snatch. The twist of fate gets the dog the bone it wanted, however it is so sudden and the pleasure so swift that it becomes confused by the situation and fails to react accordingly by beginning to hump wildly. It is instead whining and staring shock still into Karol's eyes, wondering why it dick felt so good when it didn't a second before.

Philosopher Wrote:Reminded of its purpose when the female it was buried inside began to moan lewdly, the dog began panting in its remembered excitement and began pumping eagerly into the woman. The usual followed; an hour of pleasure in which the undead canine would merely keep up a rather unimaginative rutting, merely thrusting wildly within its willing mate while using its larger weight to pin her to the ground, alternating between panting into the air whenever it focused solely on inserting and withdrawing its shaft from Karol's vaginal lips or using some of its scatterbrained focus to lap enthusiastically at the readily available lips.
The process was base at its core, and failed to excite Karol enough to peak more than once. However, the true excitement began when the diseased dog's erection began to pulse more intensely within her, the sign of more blood rushing into the penis causing it to thicken even more while the special knot most canines had at the base of its penis became active and sealed the canine's shaft within Karol's channel. Then, finally, the undead hound began howling as its seed was finally unleashed to flood Karol's womb.
The deed done, the dog copied the actions from before and merely laid limp on top of its less fatigued partner, although the knot keeping the both connected would definetly not deflate in quite a while.
[Undead Hound has orgasmed within Karol's vagina. 5% Infection Rate Increase! Undead Hound has Knotted and is now stuck within Karol's Vagina for three turns, -5 Movement!]

Farah's actions and sexual prowess keep the horny infected confused on the ground, as its main directive to relieve its overcharged libido is being completed however it is done so by being dominated and being played with instead of thrusting within a mewling woman's lips. The stab in the arm definetly rouses its ire, however its numbed pain receptors were overwhelmed by its more sensitive cock. The reversal of roles keeps it down long enough for it to peak explosively, staining the undercloth of Farah's dress and her black, lacy underwear white and once it passes it becomes limp like the corpse it actually is, its slacked expression a bit more relaxed as it enters unconsciousness.

[Farah's Sexual prowess prevails and the Male Zombie is defeated!]
[GM ROLL: VICTORY REWARD (8, GOOD LOOT)]
Should Farah decide to loot the zombie's leather pouch she would find, other than the usable backpack that would be of a lot of use: a surplus of rations, a half empty bottle of water, as well as a compass. Seemed like her defeated enemy was prepping himself to leave the city, which makes you wonder just how long he'd been stuck inside his own house after he turned. However it seems the zombie's ruckus at being pleasured to orgasm has attracted the attention of the mob's, the one you'd ducked into the house to avoid, attention and the undead begin to hammer at the door.

ENEMY ACTION: Tear down door (ROLL 5, action fails)
Despite their superior numbers it seems the house's frame and the latches hold, however now the question remains: How do you escape the trap you'd wondered into?

ENEMY ACTION: FORCE BLOWJOB (ROLL 6)
The hound that had nipped her neck, sensing her confusion, apparently decided that was enough of a pass for it to begin to use their freshly caught prey to relieve their sexual frustrations. Releasing her collar the dog instead used its paws to pull the trapped girl back, pinning her back to the ground where it then straddled her face, shoving the tip of its erection against the corner of her lips. Hopefully that was enough of a tip for her to know what it expected, else it would become a bit more violent.
ENEMY ACTION: ORAL (ROLL 19)
The eager puppy lapping at her breasts had moved away when its superior had straddled the girl, and now began to dedicate its attention to the captured woman's vagina. It may be smaller than its pack leader, however it turned out to be a bit more nimble when it used its teeth to rip a hole into her jeans right above the crotch, showing off her white panties through the tear. Smelling the spicy scent of mild arousal coming from the spot the undead canine immediately began lapping away at that spot, hoping to get a taste of the female's fluids.

[GM EVENT, ROLL 12]
The bullheaded girl acts accordingly and instead of fleeing the scene and avoid trouble she instead decides to confront it head-on, confident she would prevail. Whatever was scrabbling within the alleyway apparently heeded her call and tumbled into the light: a pair of male zombies, apparently ginger twins in life stumbled from the shadows that liked to wear the same clothing, and also already in a swift sprint towards Kako.
[Enemy Action: Attack (ROLL 5)]
And in an utterly magnificent comedy sketch, the two shambling zombies somehow entangle their legs and fall flat upon their faces, skidding across the street to lay directly at a bemused Kako's feet, whom could only stare unflinching at the pair of idiots for a oment before a sign of exasperation left her lips.