<div align="center"><strong>Game/Story Navigation:</strong><br/><strong>Rules and Game System (Want to join us?): </strong>GO HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111439.0)<br/><strong>IC and Game Events:</strong> GO HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111619.msg4851660#msg4851660)</div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>This is where the game's OOC conversations/discussion will be held, and information of current survivors that are active and are accepted in the game will be displayed here.</strong></span></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>TEAM 1</strong><br/><em>Group Consists of 6 Survivors</em></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Atlanta Davis - Professional Race Car Driver</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Atlanta Davis<br/>Hair Color: Short Black Hair<br/>Eye Color: Blue Eyes<br/>Complexion: Pale<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 29<br/>Inventory:<br/>Handgun (9)<br/>A Pack of Cigarettes<br/>Pocket Knife<br/>Compass<br/><br/>Appearance: Male roughly 6'1" tall and 160 pounds. Athletic build with short black hair. Blue eyes. Atlanta has on his person a relatively new Glock 19. He keeps it in a leg holster on his right leg. He<br/>wears a pair black jeans, leather boots, and a fitted shirt on most occasions. He tends to have an angry look on his face but its nothing personal. He's just always in a bad mood. Atlanta is quite a<br/>physically imposing man. His frame is well built, carrying hardly any body fat at all.  He is quite the upper body strength, of course, stands to reason considering his height and leanness.  His physical<br/>form displays traits one might expect from a Germanic heritage with wide shoulders and a broad chest. He has a muscled physique that pairs quite nicely with the broadness of his frame. Lean and chiseled are his traits with fair, but not pale, skin. From stem to stern, Atlanta possesses otherworldly good looks trapped in the form of a twenty nine year old man.  That soft complexion juxtaposed sharply with jet black hair that sits atop his head; icy blue orbs of eyes set above defined cheek bones.<br/><br/>Personality: When it comes to business, Atlanta can be a quite serious individual.  He is always looking towards the future and working towards attaining continued success.  Honor is an important concept to Atlanta, which includes not only being treated with due respect, but also treating others well when it is due.  Honor goes much deeper than that, being rooted in one's past, but also in one's present actions. Atlanta is not all about business, although some might attempt to dispute that fact.  He has a strong love of the arts and a wide selection of arts as well.  In fact, he himself is an artist at heart, being quite skilled in a number of areas.  There are even times when he actually has a chance to relax and enjoy the moment.  At these times, he has been known to smile and actually appear quite the extrovert.<br/><br/>Background: Growing up a with a love of cars, Atlanta’s father enrolled him in racing classes when he was 16 and he fell in love with racing.  His mother insisted that he had some form of “formal” education so Atlanta attended Universal Technical Institute under their NASCAR Tech program. He raced on weekends and studied during the weeks.  Once he finished he was quick to join the circuit and was soon the newest, up and coming rookie of the circuit though most of his driving was as a secondary driver. Then Atlanta caught his big break and was slated to introduced the “Car of Tomorrow” – NASCAR Dodge Avenger - in Las Vegas and begin his professional career just when the announcement of the impending meteor.<br/><br/>Occupation: Professional Race Car Driver - Due to his fast success and pace to be quite formidable on the race track, he found relative sponsors to fund his career and in the event of the apocalyptic disaster, these sponsors were not quite ready to let go thier invesment just yet. They gave Atlanta and only him a free buy in to the Underground Bunkers to survive the coming Armaggedon.<br/><br/>Strength:- 90<br/>Dexterity:- 89<br/>Agility:- 80<br/>Constitution:- 51<br/>Intelligence:- 35<br/>Wisdom:- 28<br/>Charisma:- 32<br/>Luck:- 37<br/><br/>HP/SP Stats:<br/>Body Points- 141<br/>Stamina Points- 102<br/><br/>PROFESSIONAL SKILLS:<br/>Sleight of Hand- 99<br/>Drive- 90<br/>Repair- 77<br/><br/>REGULAR SKILLS:<br/>Unarmed Combat- 35<br/>Melee- 76<br/>Listen- 19<br/>Craft (Mechanical)- 94<br/>Spot- 63<br/><br/>SPARE TIME SKILLS:<br/>Swimming (Swim)- 20<br/>Book Reading (Knowledge)- 40<br/>Playing Cards (Gambling)- 30 </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dave Osbourne - Drug Dealer</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Dave Osbourne<br/>Hair Color: Brown<br/>Eye Color: Brown<br/>Complexion: Lightly tanned with freckles.<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 21<br/><br/>Inventory: <br/>Handgun (9) <br/>Zippo <br/>Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks <br/>Half bag of weed <br/>Eighth of mushrooms<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/>He stood about 5'10" 150 lbs, with long brown hair that fell around his shoulders in natural curls that any woman would be jealous of.  His eyes were a matching shade of brown, there was a glint of mischief in those eyes.<br/><br/>Personality: People always wondered about him, why was he so cheerful.  The truth was he loved it, loved everything about it, I mean this was it the end of the world and he had a ringside seat. <br/> <br/>Character Background:<br/>He grew up normal enough, work-a-holic dad, stay at home mom, he fell into drug use at a young age, marijuana, lsd, and mushrooms mostly....he really liked the mushrooms.. he'd get stoned and play video games.  Survival horror games like Resident Evil and Silent Hill were his favorites.  He started dealing midway through high school, it was a perfect fit for him.  He could just hang out and get high and best of all he had a nice tidy income, he had to hide the money from his parents but that wasn't hard, his Dad was hardly home and his mom just couldn't.....wouldn't see what her son was becoming.  When he graduated high school he told his parent's he'd gotten a full scholarship to the University of Nevada's Las Vegas campus, they bought it hook line and sinker.  Even paid for his plane ticket.  In truth he had  hookup out there, he could just keep living the way he'd been.<br/><br/>Occupation:<br/>Small time drug dealer, he avoids needle drugs and stimulants as a general rule (too much drama), dealing mostly in marijuana and psychedelics.<br/><br/>Strength- 86<br/>Dexterity- 61<br/>Agility- 93<br/>Constitution- 49<br/>Intelligence- 81<br/>Wisdom- 76<br/>Charisma:- 55<br/>Luck- 68<br/><br/>HP/SP Stats:<br/>Body Points- 135<br/>Stamina Points- 98<br/><br/>PROFESSIONAL SKILLS:<br/>Computer Use- 90<br/>Profession Drug Dealer- 69<br/>Spot- 90<br/><br/>REGULAR SKILLS:<br/>Bluff- 53<br/>Gamble- 41<br/>Gather Information- 13<br/>Listen- 59<br/>Sleight of Hand- 84<br/><br/>SPARE TIME SKILLS:<br/>Plays video games (Knowledge tactics)- 30<br/>Likes to drive (drive)- 50<br/>First aid (you never know when someone's gonna crash)- 20</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Redrick Schuhart - Expert Chef</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Redrick "Red" Schuhart<br/>Hair Color: Dark red<br/>Eye Color: Green<br/>Complexion: Caucasian, ruddy<br/>Gender: Straight male<br/>Age: 29<br/><br/>Inventory:<br/>Standard Issue Handgun<br/>Insulin Pump<br/>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br/>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br/>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/>A short man at about five and a half feet or just a bit more or less, Redrick is slim and lithe; he has a very athletic, but also frail, look to him. His red hair is straight, naturally lustrous, and barely comes down to his shoulders. His green eyes tend to dart around rather nervously, possibly a quite common thing in these dangerous times.  On any given day, Red, as he prefers to be called, will be sporting a short sleeved t-shirt, plain denim pants that have become worn, torn and faded over the years, and steel-toed boots that have clearly seen better days. During the daytime, he wears a black cloth hat and sunglasses that completely obscure his eyes.<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>Red is usually nervous around other people, and is known as a somewhat flighty, some might say eccentric, person. Others just call him crazy.  He wants, desperately, to be a self sufficient man, but a life time of health problems has led him to be heavily reliant on others. While he gladly accepts the help he needs, he hates himself for being so damn weak. Few people, however, have the privilege of seeing that side of him; he wears a metaphorical mask of serene happiness quite well. Despite this, some call him a cynic; though he views himself as a realist.  If their's one thing Redrick is unflinchingly confident in, however, it's his ability to turn just about anything into a delicious meal (although he's actually only 'decent' at best).<br/><br/>Character Background:<br/>Redrick is, as far as he knows, the only one of his family to survive the end of the world. Not that he much cared for them. "Your father reeks of elderberries and your mother is a hampster", as the Monty Python movie goes, is actually an apt description of his own family. After his deadbeat father left his mother, his mom just spent all her time throwing herself at different men. Being an only child, this left Redrick with a lot of time to himself; this was typically spent reading, writing (crappy stories and poems), swimming and spending far too much time with video games.<br/><br/>One of the joys in his life was the old but still well-liked among the youth activity of Parkour; gifted with a high degree of flexibility and an agile body, he was a born natural at this.<br/><br/>Because of all the liars and assholes his mom has dated (and painfully insisted upon introducing him to), he's gotten somewhat good at figuring out what people are up to; typically, just trying to get some sex out of his mom and move on.<br/><br/>After graduating highschool, he spent three years at Johnson &amp; Wales culinary school. After that, he returned home to Vegas and began to work as a chef at one of the many large resort casinos that dominated the city.<br/><br/>He knows a small amount of first aid, because unfortunately enough, accidents do happen in the kitchen; people get burnt, accidentally cut, slip and fall, and occasionally even worse things. Having a weakened immune system and being diabetic has also led to him having a casual interest in medicine and treating wounds.<br/><br/>Despite his predilection towards solitary activities, he has nonetheless found himself occasionally playing a round of cards with some of the other survivors to help pass the time.<br/><br/>One should note that Redrick's health is a very, very fragile thing; born a type 1 diabetic, he requires insulin to live (this is representative of how low his constitution is). Like many diabetics, he gets sick easily, and his body does not recover from injury and exertion well. Luckily for him, the bunker had a well stocked pharmacy, possessing large quantities of insulin, and it's kept him alive for this long...but now that everything is fucked up, it's really just a question of when will he die?<br/><br/>Occupation:<br/>Cooking has always been a passion for Redrick. He cooked when he was young, he cooked when he was older, right up until the world ended...and then he kept on cooking,  in the underground bunker, and even once they left it behind to try to colonize the surface.<br/><br/>Strength- 59<br/>Dexterity- 100<br/>Agility- 91<br/>Constitution- 31<br/>Intelligence- 68<br/>Wisdom- 93<br/>Charisma- 61<br/>Luck- 78<br/><br/>HP/SP Stats:<br/>Body Points- 90<br/>Stamina Points- 62<br/><br/>PROFESSIONAL SKILLS:<br/>Profession (Chef)- 35<br/>Sleight of Hand- 36<br/>Listen- 90<br/><br/>REGULAR SKILLS:<br/>Melee- 82<br/>Spot- 50<br/>Tumble- 93<br/>Bluff- 27<br/>Treat Injury- 64<br/><br/>SPARE TIME SKILLS:<br/>Swimming (Swim)- 39<br/>Playing Games (Computer Use)- 44<br/>Playing Cards (Gambling)- 14</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cassie Randall - Typical Average Girl</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Cassie Randall<br/>Hair Color: Black<br/>Eye Color: Very dark brown<br/>Complexion: Caucasian, slightly pale<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Age: 24<br/><br/>Inventory:<br/>• Handgun and some ammo<br/>• Sewing kit she keeps in a bag at her waist<br/>• A pair of walkie talkies<br/>• A bag of food with a bottle of water<br/><br/>Appearance:<br/>(http://www.emostyleonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/136013233.jpeg)<br/>Cassie is a young woman with a fine featured face, dark hair and brown eyes so dark they appear nearly black as well. She has a slight figure, genetically gifted to not put on much weight, but also not much in the way of muscle. She has a graceful way of moving that implies, in a better world, she might have been a dancer. She is soft-spoken and carries herself with a lack of confidence, as though she is constantly afraid.<br/><br/>Personality:<br/>Cassie is a nice girl, probably too nice for the world in which she now lives. The comets hit when she was a freshman in high school, and she only made it into a bunker because her father was wealthy and secured her a spot, even though he didn't make it in himself. Without skills, Cassie just got by as best she could in the bunker, doing whatever needed to be done. Having grown up in a luxurious household, and then spending time in the bunker followed by sticking with survivors afterward, Cassie has always lived in an environment where she has been taken care of. She is capable of hard work and shouldering her share of the load, but she is not accustomed to an unstructured environment. She becomes flustered when faced with a decision that doesn't have an automatic answer, and she tends to look toward someone else to lead her.<br/><br/>Background:<br/>Cassie's father was an executive with a pharmaceutical company, and she grew up in luxury. She was never a spoiled child, but she also never wanted for anything. She was just entering high school when disaster struck and never really got to start her life. Going from a life of plenty to an existence of rationing was hard for her, but Cassie has adapted over the years. After leaving the bunker, she stuck with survivor groups, careful to never be alone. Her small size and graceful dexterity have made her a good lookout, and she often serves on recon duty, though she rarely physically engages zombies, preferring to leave that to braver and more capable members of her group. <br/><br/>Occupation:<br/>Before the comets, Cassie was a typical, well-to-do teenager in her first year of high school. As such, she had no real skills when she entered the bunker. There, she did whatever needed to be done, primarily menial chores. After leaving the bunker, she has developed into a lookout and has nurtured stealth skills, her primary focus being to stay alive.<br/><br/>Strength- 60<br/>Dexterity- 66<br/>Agility- 66<br/>Constitution- 33<br/>Intelligence- 28<br/>Wisdom- 41<br/>Charisma- 61<br/>Luck- 66<br/><br/>HP/SP Stats:<br/>Body Points- 93<br/>Stamina Points- 66<br/><br/>Professional skills:<br/>• Hide- 90<br/>• Listen- 90<br/>• Spot- 98<br/><br/>Regular skills:<br/>• Climb- 83<br/>• Move silently- 87<br/>• Pistols- 59<br/>• Search- 5<br/>• Survival- 95<br/><br/>Spare time skills:<br/>• Sewing (Repair)- 35<br/>• Swimming (Swim)- 6<br/>• Small Talk (Diplomacy)- 46</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lauren Reed - Well Known Writer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Name: </strong>  Lauren Reed<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>  Dark Brown<br/><strong>Eyes: </strong>  Blue/Gray<br/><strong>Complexion:</strong> Caucasian, Fair<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br/><strong>Age: </strong>  25<br/><br/>(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/LaurenReed1.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Inventory</strong><br/>Handgun<br/>Hamlet<br/>Notebook<br/>Mechanical Pencil<br/>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance: </strong>  Lauren is five-foot-eight and athletically built.  She has dark hair which was cut short before entering the bunker and has grown out to hang to the middle of her back.  She generally dresses for comfort in old jeans and T shirts, preferring sneakers to pumps.  She’s average-looking, cute more than pretty with an upturn to the tip of her nose and untamable hair<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>  Lauren is comfortable in her own skin.  She is who she is and if someone doesn’t like her, she’s fine with that, not feeling any compunction to “make” people like her. This attitude is sometimes intimidating to people.  She’s found that she gets along best with law-enforcement types (cops, military, PIs, etc.)  She generally has a soft heart that she keeps well-hidden unless someone or something is in need of help.  She’s loyal and painfully honest, having to learn how to soften the blows of her opinions as she made more friends in the business world.  Like anything, she realized she needed to learn this and due to her agile mind, now she is able to find the right words to tell the truth kindly. <br/><br/>She does not see herself as a leader or spokesperson, but often friends would turn to her for answers.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>  Born to a single mother, Lauren was raised to be strong and independent.  Her mother’s attitude was “figure it out” and Lauren inherited this trait and took it a bit further to “if it’s broken, you can’t hurt it so figure it out” for repairing small electronics or even her own auto.  Her independence was put to the test when her mother died of cancer (pancreatic) when Lauren was 17.  She became an emancipated minor and put herself through college with insurance money, grants, and working as a waitress.  In her junior year in college, Lauren wrote a story.  Since the best stories are based on what you know, she wrote about a waitress who was also a private investigator.  Because she loved to learn things, Lauren took classes so she would be able to write about every stunt or activity her character would be performing, particularly enjoying martial arts.  The book sold and so she wrote another book; it was a reason to learn even more.  At the time of seclusion, Lauren held a small craft fixed-wing pilot’s license, a red belt in Taekwondo, had learned to shoot but hated it, could shoot a bow, knew the essentials to tracing people via computers but would never, ever hack a system to do so (not that she could), and was damned good at reading people’s intent (this from hours of ride-alongs with cops and viewing interviews as well as taking classes).<br/><br/>Her first book was going to be made into a movie, but the big rock came first.<br/><br/><strong>Occupation: </strong>  Writer/Researcher<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span><br/><strong>Strength: </strong> 56<br/><strong>Dexterity:</strong> 33<br/><strong>Agility:</strong> 63<br/><strong>Constitution: </strong>  91<br/><strong>Intelligence: </strong>  49<br/><strong>Wisdom:</strong>  33<br/><strong>Charisma:</strong>  83<br/><strong>Luck: </strong>  95<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong> 147<br/><strong>Stamina:</strong>  182<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Professional Skills</span><br/><strong>Computer Use:</strong>  57<br/><strong>Research:</strong> 85<br/><strong>Concentration:</strong>  90<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Regular Skills</span><br/><strong>Profession (writer):  </strong> 100<br/><strong>Unarmed Combat: </strong>  98<br/><strong>Gather Information:</strong>  82<br/><strong>Sense Motive:</strong>  82<br/><strong>Pistols:  </strong> 31<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Spare Time Skills</span><br/><strong>Yoga (Tumble): </strong> 30<br/><strong>Read (Knowledge):</strong> 37<br/><strong>Ride Horses (Balance): </strong> 16</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Richard Mulch - Ex Military</div><div class="spoiler_body">Name: Richard "Ricky" Mulch<br/>Hair Color: Brown, straight, about two inches long, messy<br/>Eye Color: Brown<br/>Complexion: Lightly tanned<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 40<br/><br/>Inventory:<br/>1.) Handgun  (with belt-clip holster)<br/>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br/>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br/>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br/>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br/><br/>Appearance: Ricky is tall, standing just over six feet.  His build is slender, indicating that he used to be quite muscular.  His hair is messy and brown, with bangs that hang about half an inch above his eyebrows.  Ricky usually wears a baseball cap, a t-shirt, jeans, work boots, and a button down flannel (that's never buttoned).  He has a slightly emaciated look to him, always looking hungry yet otherwise healthy.<br/><br/>Personality:<br/><br/>Background: Ricky was born and raised in Washington state, far from the coast and high in the foothills of the Rockies.  He graduated high school, then dropped out of college after one semester, signing up with the Air Force.  He quickly changed to the Army after a few weeks.  He was wounded in Iraq in 2007, and was honorably discharged a year later.  He spent the next eight years working as a truck driver, living on the road, and saving up his money and his VA checks.  When the bunkers starting being built, Ricky found himself out of work.  He got a job and a reputation as a bouncer, working the various clubs in the Las Vegas area (the delivery point of his final truck).<br/><br/>Occupation:<br/>- He was an American Army soldier in Iraq, was wounded in the left arm and honorably discharged. <br/>- He was a truck driver for almost eight years, going all over the states and Canada.  Hauled for Pepsi Corp., later worked for a small time business based out of Chicago.  <br/>- Currently a Bouncer at the Blood Bar. <br/><br/>Strength- 86<br/>Dexterity- 38<br/>Agility- 73<br/>Constitution- 80<br/>Intelligence- 56<br/>Wisdom- 98<br/>Charisma- 24<br/>Luck- 71<br/><br/>HP/SP Stats:<br/>Body Points- 166<br/>Stamina Points- 160<br/><br/>PROFESSIONAL SKILLS:<br/>Unarmed Combat- 64<br/>Sense Motive- 43<br/>Intimidate- 75<br/><br/>REGULAR SKILLS:<br/>Pistols- 45<br/>Drive- 13<br/>Knowledge (Tactics)- 71<br/>Concentration- 51<br/>Spot- 81<br/><br/>SPARE TIME SKILLS:<br/>Running/Jogging (Balance)- 16<br/>Hiking (Climbing)- 45<br/>Bartering/Price Haggling (Diplomacy)- 15</div></div>