Character(s) New Kind of Dead

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Character Sheets and Character Data Base

No need to get approved.
No duplicate characters. Max of 2 per person.
(Just make sure you can handle what you take)



NKD World Info ll NKD RP​

 

[Yhmera]

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Humans

Zombies

NPC​

 

[Yhmera]

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Spoiler: Human Character Sheet

Appearance________________________

Hair Color/Style:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Marks: (scars tattoos, and so on)

(Picture of your character goes here. Please include any alternate or costumed forms as well.)

Basic Information______________________________

Name: (Your character's real name if known)
Nick Name: (what Your character goes by)
Age:

Job: (cook, medic, mechanic, so on)

Combat Information____________________________

Weapons: (Make a reasonable list)

Strengths: (what are you good at in this post apocalyptic work)
✓
✓
✓

Weaknesses: (do you have an addition, lack of sleep do to nightmares, so on)
✘
✘

Personal Information___________________________

Personality: (At least one full paragraph)

Extra Info: (Put anything about your character that doesn't seem to fit in the other categories here.)

Biography_________________________________

(Please put at least a paragraph, I don't want any unknowns. You are not the king of hell or the ruler of the heavens. Lets try to be a little more original than that.)

Spoiler: Zombie Character Sheets

You are welcome to play any type of zombie. But only the Savant and the Dilettantes have any kind of intelligence.
Must submit a writing sample to play a zombie.


Appearance__________________________________
Hair Color/Style:
Eye Color:
Height:
Weight:
Marks: (scars tattoos, where your flesh is starting to fall off, and so on)

(Picture of your character goes here. Please include any alternate or costumed forms as well.)

Basic Information______________________________

Name: (Your character's real name if known)
Nick Name: (what your character goes by)
Age: (Or how old you look)
Zombie-Type:
Gender:


Feeding Habits:

Combat Information____________________________

Weapons: (usually not used by zombies)

Strengths:
✓
✓
✓

Weaknesses: (You must have some form of weakness.)
✘
✘

Personal Information___________________________

Personality: (At least one full paragraph)

Extra Info: (Put anything about your character that doesn't seem to fit in the other categories here.)

Biography___________________________________

(Needs to Include how you died. How you were reborn, and your new habits)

 

[Yhmera]

Appearance________________________

Spoiler: Face Claim

Hair Color/Style: Short gray hair on the sides with longer hair on top. Long sideburns that meet his short beard
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6'2 (About 182 cm)
Weight: 215 pounds (About 97.5 kg)
Marks: Military tattoos on his arms and back. Multiple scars from close encounters on the torso and arms. Three bullet scars about a half inch to the right of the heart.

Basic Information______________________________

Name: Scott Shunns
Nick Name: Bear
Age: 53

Job: weapons' smith

Combat Information____________________________

Weapons:
Bat wrapped in barbed wire
WWII US Marine Corps USMC Blade Marked Mk2 Kabar Fighting Knife

Strengths: (what are you good at in this post apocalyptic work)
✓ knows how to make bullets.
✓ Working knowledge on how to make cement


Weaknesses: (do you have an addition, lack of sleep do to nightmares, so on)
✘ Has a bad left knee and can't really run fast. Needs a knee brace to walk
✘ Hot headed. Has a hard time taking the back seat or admitting fault
✘ Drinks when alcohol is available

Personal Information___________________________

Personality: A flippant, smarmy, unconcerned drunk completely lacking in ambition. His only goals in life being to eat, drink, piss, and sleep. That is when he isn't making home brewed weapons or killing undead. Scott has a cynical, blunt and apathetic attitude toward most people. Seeing that people now a days seem to act just as bad if not worst then the monsters around him. His friends are far and few between. That doesn't mean he isn't going to stand up and help when it's needed.

Extra Info: (Put anything about your character that doesn't seem to fit in the other categories here.)

Biography_________________________________

Just before the outbreak.
Scott just got his rank of marine sergeant. Granted he was 28 and ready to take on the world. It took a lot to get to were he was and nothing was going to stop him. After all he had been a career marine just like his father and his father before him. It had become a family thing. He even carried his grandfather's WWII knife at all times to remind himself of his family history in the military. That wasn't to say he didn't like it. Only that thing were ruff after a few tours of duty. Before he was able to be placed in charge of his squad, the outbreak hit.

Now
Surviving hadn't been the worst thing in life. No, it was watching people turn on each other like wild dogs staving for a bone. Watching his follow officers act like god and punishing anyone without military training. It was no wonder this once good natured man turned so cold. The fact is if it wasn't for the ephialets, he would have never joined a community. Yes, the drifters sucked but were stupid and easy enough to talk care of. He had never seen savant or dilettante. Probably just something a drunk made up to justify killing people. The brawlers were another problem. They are strong and hard to take down. However they are thankfully slow. Making it fairly easy to escape them. No, when it come down to it, it was the ephialets and the basterd people who forced him to find a town to hide amongst.

 

[WishBone]

Appearance________________________

Hair Color/Style: Dark black with touches of silver from stress.
Eye Color: Mismatched one blue, the other silver.
Height: 6.2ft
Weight: 98KG
Marks: Deep scars both along his hands and inner leg.

Basic Information______________________________

Name: Nicholas Kentsil
Nick Name: Rook
Age: 38

Job: Instructor, Enforcer and lawman.

Combat Information____________________________

Weapons:
- Self Crafted one handed Mace. Mostly a large gear on a piece of pipe wrapped with a tennis grip.
- Self Crafted segmented plate - in short the armour is designed to allow movement and considerable amounts of protection - the drawback is its heavy, bulky and has to be maintained. It takes close to thirty minutes to an hour to get into it properly and cinched up. While resistant to small calibre rounds, a well placed long rifle round will cause both internal injury to himself and the suit.
- Longsword, honed chisel sharp edge designed to use the weight of a blow to tear through flesh and bone with ease.
- Claw Hammer, when all you have is a hammer every zombie just becomes a nail.

Strengths: (what are you good at in this post apocalyptic work)
✓ Hardy, out of most people he's endured the worst of what people have become or could be. From scenes of gore, high amounts of violence to enduring grevious injuries. Its a surprise his past hasn't turned him into a monster.
✓ Jack of all trades, master of none. He knows allot of general knowledge on the how to do things, whether he's good is at best a coin toss.
✓ Intimidator - from his imposing build to his no shit attitude - those not on his good side sure wish they were.

Weaknesses: (do you have an addition, lack of sleep do to nightmares, so on)
✘ Zero Trust for people, maybe it was when he was found in a cannibals camp, with a bloodied claw hammer in his teeth, seriously injured and horribly tortured.
Or maybe its just the hand life dealt him. He finds it hard to let anyone, even those with good nature in to know him. Preferring all times to keep others at arms length.
✘ Hates the smell of cooked meat.

Personal Information___________________________

Personality:
Rook is a man who wears the masks, in all things, encounters he is conversational, approachable and in situations of stress, able to lock that side away and step into a more cold and collected state of mind. He finds it hard to open to relationships, has an aversion to touch with the exception of a handshake for greeting and anything else - well, its clear he has personal space and likes it that way. A leader by nature but a person who is happy not to take up the role, he is tired and opts to avoid being outside unless he really, really has to.

Extra Info:
It doesnt take a rocket scientist to show that all these events have indeed damaged his psyche. In all things, from what he has lost and the fact that he refuses to speak about his past brings sometimes speculation and rumour.

Biography_________________________________
He doesnt know how it all started only that at the time he was unemployed and borderline homeless.
As things began to fall apart and societies norms, he began to survive and make a hideout for himself, scrounge supplies and try to reach out to his estranged family.
As the hordes roamed the streets of the cities at night, he fell in with a group of survivors who were down on their luck. Out of his own good nature he opted to help - only for them to during one night of lapsing, end up locked out and his supplies stolen. Brought back down to zero, time and time again, he found it harder and harder to trust and each time he was about to open or trust. Either something catastrophic would tear it apart or they would turn upon one another - or worse. Turn on him.

After making his suit, travelling by day and doing what he found. After a rather bad fall he ended up in the care of cannibals, tortured and seeing how far humanity could fall - he broke free and with a claw hammer of his own. While still seriously injured - took out his captors only to end up a captor in the city until they deemed he wasnt a threat. Now an enforcer, muscle and jack of all trades - often does he entertain the idea of leaving. In the end, its everyone for themselves.