| profile |
Ixtalan3 |
| favorite quote: |
"Give me fuel give me fire..." |
| class: |
firefighter |
| level: |
6 |
| XP: |
1 |
skills:
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Hand-to-Hand Combat |
| . |
(+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 |
| . |
(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 |
| . |
(Player is able to heal an extra 5HP when using a first-aid kit)
- Diagnosis (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 |
| . |
(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 |
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(Player is able to barricade buildings) |
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Headshot |
| . |
(If you kill a zombie, it loses 10XP for each level it had. It retains its skills) |
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| age: |
21 |
| sex: |
male |
| favored weapon: |
fireaxe |
| zombies killed: |
2 |
| survivors revivified: |
not submitted |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
sept. 21/05 |
| times died: |
0 |
description:
Human, though not human, Ixtalan3 is a cybernetic enhanced human prototype made by Grinnex
Corp pre-quarantine in the hopes of making the ultimate firefighter. Having no memory beyond
when he woke up, Ixtalan3 awoke upon an operating table in an abandoned warehouse, alone, and
unsure who he was or what to do. No one was there, the warehouse simply empty except for the
table and a few other medical instruments tossed about the room almost as though tossed aside
without thought for their need or use. Dryness seemed to eat at his throat, eyes, and mouth as
if to suggest a lack of hydration, though there was what appeared to be an empty IV back hooked
up to his arm.
Ixtalan3 slowly stood up, muscles weak, and strained his eyes in an attempt to focus to see the
rest of the building. After finding what little water there was at hand, he began to leaf through
the few boxes sat near the table.
Most of it made reference to prototype “Ixtalan3” which with some deduction he could only assume
made reference to himself, since much of these papers showed medical charts and photographs that
made reference to him.
Strange, he knew and recognized everything around him for what it was, the windows, walls, etc.
The only thing that escaped him was how he got where he was and who he really was. Strange metal
devices attached themselves seamlessly to his flesh, as if to suggest they were embedded into his
soul itself. After sometime of resting, Ixtalan3 stood up, feeling a great strength entering his
limbs. Lying next to the table was a fireman’s suit, complete with a titanium head fireman’s axe.
After dressing he set forth for the door, which lay partially opened. Upon opening farther daylight
streamed into his retinas, though as if instantaneous his pupils seemed to adjust themselves to the
influx in light.
This was where things got really strange as Ixtalan3 surveyed the scene in front of the street.
Smoke rose on the skyline, as the streets lay littered with dead bodies and trash. Walking around
the corner, he saw a little boy standing in the middle of a 4-way intersection alone. Making his
way over, he cleared his throat slowly as if to get the boy’s attention so he could say something.
Snapping his head around the little boy stared at Ixtalan3 from a distance with eyes as red as
blood themselves, stopping him dead in his tracks. Perhaps the boy was sick? Malton seemed as though
it was in chaos anyways, perhaps this boy simply needed some medical attention and help out of the
area. In case of an emergency all firemen had received instruction on how to handle civilian evacuation
and give help to any medical needs that arose. Slowly Ixtalan3 began to walk closer, and without warning
as he got near the boy, the boy simply began to run at him as if to quickly close the ground between them.
Though odd at first Ixtalan3 was not alarmed since he saw this as a young child happy to see him, though this
was soon found out to not be so. Standing next to Ixtalan3 for a brief moment, the boy leaped into his
arms only to follow this action by attempting to bite at his face and neck and claw at his arms and body.
Instinct kicked in, and with great ease he threw the young boy down. A low growl emanated from him as he
lay there, and slowly began to get back up. Without hesitating, with an almost primal instinct, Ixtalan3
cleaved his axe directly into the neck of the boy, causing a almost clear goo to ooze from the body as
he fell down dead in his tracks.
Shook up, Ixtalan3 decided it was best to leave the scene and find help. Walking away, he looked back
to see the boy standing back up and staggering towards him. Ixtalan3 ran, as to get away from this
strange thing. One thing was for sure, he needed to find help first, and then try and figure out who
the heck he really was. Perhaps finding some medical help could solve what really happened to him,
and shed some light onto his true identity. |
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"Strong reasons make strong actions."
~Bill Shakespeare |
OOC information:
player:
Andrew
urbandead forum ID:
unknown
email:
awoolen@sbcglobal.net
MSN:
not submitted
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