| profile |
Diane Ackerman |
| favorite quote: |
"I'm not coming down, 'cos I'm already gone." |
| nickname: |
Amazon |
| class: |
scout |
| created: |
oct. 25/05 |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
oct. 31/05 |
| times died: |
2 |
| level: |
4 |
| XP: |
7 |
skills:
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Hand-to-Hand Combat |
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(+15% to melee attacks)
- Knife Combat(An extra +15% when attacking with a knife)
- Axe Proficiency
(An extra +15% when attacking with an axe) |
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Free Running |
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(Can move between adjacent buildings without stepping outside) |
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NecroTech Employment |
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(Player is able to operate DNA Extractors, and can identify NecroTech offices from the street)
- Lab Experience (Can recognise and operate basic-level NecroTech equipment) |
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First Aid |
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(Player is able to heal an extra 5HP when using a first-aid kit)
- Surgery
(Player can heal a further 5HP if working in a hospital with power) |
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Diagnosis |
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(The HP values of nearby survivors are displayed next to their name) |
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Shopping |
| . |
(Player may choose which stores to loot, when searching a mall)
- Bargain Hunting (Player is 25% more likely to find something when searching a mall) |
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Body Building |
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(Player has a maximum of 60 Hit Points instead of 50) |
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Tagging |
| . |
(Player's spraycans last longer. XP bonuses are awarded for tagging certain buildings) |
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Construction |
| . |
(Player is able to barricade buildings) |
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Headshot |
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(If you kill a zombie, it loses 10XP for each level it had. It retains its skills) |
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| age: |
21 |
| sex: |
female |
| favored weapon: |
FAK |
| zombies killed: |
1 |
| survivors revivified: |
0 |
description:
Diane spent her whole life trying to get her mother's attention. And despite her flawless obedience,
nonresistance to her mother's sometimes violent rages, and consistent top marks in school, she could
not convince her mother to forgive her for existing. Then one day, in her junior year of high school,
she joined the Marines. Diane knew her grandfather had been one of the few & the proud...
maybe this could make her mother look her in the eye.
Diane was training as a Force Reconnaissance Marine when the disaster happened.
She was immediately selected to do ground reconnaissance for the Malton Special Task Force
and deployed before half a week had passed.
She was going to fastrope in, even though it wasn't a live-fire situation (Diane did not know
that the helicopter pilot had specifically requested - well, demanded - that the helicopter never
touch the ground within Malton city limits). On the approach she saw some people standing in the
streets, but her insertion, the first of that run, was uneventful.
Diane made her way to the ground floor, finding the building completely devoid of both people
and useful supplies. Everything was wrecked - looting, she guessed. But it smelled terrible
in there - like rotting food - and she had no interest in looking any closer. Reaching the
ground floor, Diane headed out a rear exit, and was dismayed to discover that the air outside
reeked of decay too. It wasn't as bad from the roof, and she was making the decision to stay
up top as much as possible when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and quickly
unholstered her gun.
He was a teenage boy, that much she could tell in the dark, who was lurching towards her -
as if stumbling a little every step... then he stepped into the moonlight and his abdomen was gone.
Just gone.
Diane's mind screamed, but her body stayed frozen. The zombie let out a groan, a sort of low
rumble, and she snapped out of the trance, squeezed the trigger and missed completely.
It was a flare. She had forgotten in her terror that she had been issued a flare gun and not
a USEFUL WEAPON. The light in the small alley was almost blinding, and the vivid view of the boy's
(lack of) guts made her weak with nausea.
Diane backed away slowly, then turned and ran to the door she came through - shut - threw her body
against it - locked. She turned to run again and the monster was there, and all it had to do was
lean its head forward to sink its teeth into her breast.
There was so much wrong with this situation that her brain did not know where to start.
Diane shrieked from the pain and whacked the thing on the back of the head with her flare gun,
and in a second she was out of its grasp and running again, blood streaming down her chest.
She darted across the street, seeing more of the abominations, attracted by the light of the
flare, then changing direction to follow her with their unnatural, shambling gait. There was
what looked like a church a little down the way, and a library next to that. Blocking the doors
and windows of the library were piles of debris and barbed wire. She headed for the church and,
finding it empty, slammed and locked the door behind her. With dismay and revulsion Diane saw
that her right breast was pretty much gone. She needed a doctor, and all she could do alone was
apply a pressure bandage to stop the bleeding. This would need some serious disinfectant, not
to mention reconstructive surgery...
Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door, followed by another groan. Searching the church
for some means of...anything, Diane found a stairwell marked "Roof access" and took the stairs
three at a time. Bursting out onto the roof, she remembered the barricades at the next-door
library, located its roof, mentally gauged the distance, and took a running jump. She cleared
it - barely - but landed hard, rolling onto her back with the momentum of the jump.
Catching her breath, Diane stared at the sky. No stars out - overcast. Then the barrel of a
gun entered her vision, and somebody grunted
"Who the fuck are you?"
She looked up at him, saw he had no body parts missing, and was glad. Exhaustion was beginning
to pull her under, but she had time to say
"Diane Ackermann, Private First Class, US Marine Corps."
She looked down at the bloody ruin of her breast, then up at the somebody.
"But I guess you can call me 'Amazon.'"
She began to laugh, but passed out instead. |
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"Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets."
~Travis Bickle
[Taxi Driver] |
OOC information:
player:
Alex
urbandead forum ID:
diane_ackermann
email:
mephi.chan@gmail.com
MSN:
unknown
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