| profile |
Johnathan Peirce |
| favorite quote: |
"I used to chop down doors with my axe and save people from fires. Now I chop down people and set them on fire. Times change." |
| class: |
firefighter |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
oct. 2/05 |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
oct. 11/05 |
| times died: |
2 |
| level: |
14 |
| XP: |
62 |
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 |
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(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 |
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(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 |
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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: |
not submitted |
| sex: |
male |
| favored weapon: |
fireaxe |
| zombies killed: |
16 |
| survivors revivified: |
2 |
description:
I was attending a wedding when my beeper went off, 'Typical' I thought as I glanced furtively around for Susan,
my wife, she was standing 10 paces away, probably heard the damn thing before I did. She gave me a sad smile,
I returned it, this was the 3rd time this year I'd been called on duty while at a gettogether, and Susan...
well let's just say that 18 years married to a firefighter had taken its toll.
When I got to the station house engines 3 and 4 had already gone, engine 1 was still getting an overhaul
so the only engine there was engine 2, my engine. I was last, so I hurried into half of my suit, decided
to finish dressing en route. 2 minutes later we were roaring down Dustan Avenue, nobody seemed to have
clear idea what the situation was. There had been hurried communication from the local PD, something about
them needing manpower to contain some crowd. Had yet to change from my fire brigade formal dress jacket
when something hurtled in front of the engine. The impact sent it flying, I could see, with a sickening
lurch in my stomach, that it was a woman, wearing red high-heeled shoes. Next thing I know there is a
screech of tires, as Pat, who was driving, nails down on the brakes.
I grab a paramedic kit, jump out of the car, fast on the heels of Hal, our paramedic. As we approach
the woman, she stirs, I pay it no mind, I have seen the human body do some amazing things, but as we
approach, she rises up on her knees. She is facing away from me, so I don't see her face. Hal gets to
her first, 'Please lie down Miss, you've been in an accident'. The woman looks at Hal. Hal takes a step
back, as I approach, the woman jumps at Pat, scratching at his face trying to bite him. Hal, taken
completely by surprise, is knocked down as the woman jumps on top of him. I rush to Hal's aid and
grab the woman from the back, dragging her off him, I notice that her nails are abnormally long and
massive.
I'm completely taken off-guard by the woman's strength. I feel like I'm wrestling a small bear, she
grunts and tries to bite me kicking around all the while. I try to calm her down, but its as if she
doesn't hear me. Meanwhile Hal had pulled out a large syringe, which he uses to inject the woman with
something, it has no immediate effect, but as I hold on the woman I catch a look at Hal as he stares
wide eyed at something behind me, I turn around, still holding the struggling woman and see maybe 10
people banging on the fire engine, it seems that Pat and Charlie had locked the doors and the people
are trying to get in.
The fire engine starts moving, people have clampered to the top and are trying to claw and bash their
way through. As the truck moves towards us, I see that somebody, wearing firefighter clothing is lying
on the street, with 3 or 4 people kneeling over him, hitting him. I realize that it's Charlie. I let
the woman go and break into a run, the woman stumbles to the ground. Hal, seeing what I saw follows, as
does the woman, when she finally get's up. The engine is heading for us, and I can see Pat through the
windshield, staring at us wide-eyed. The firetruck swerves to the left, out of our path and zooms past
us. I can't believe what I'm seeing, Pat, whom I've known and worked with for 15 years is leaving me
behind to face a crazed mob.
I guess 15 years did count for something, because as he passed, I heard a loud *CLINKRRRR*. When the
firetruck was gone, I saw Pat had thrown out a fireaxe, it was lying there on the ground. I took one
look at the crowd where Charlie was lying, I couldn't see him anymore, since the ones who were banging
on the fire-truck seem to have joined in.
I paused for only a second before running to the axe and picking it up.
I ran towards the crowd. There were maybe 11 people there, crouching over Charlie. There was something
awful taking place, I felt like I was on remote control. As I came upon them I saw Charlie, or what was
left of him, the crowd had slashed him with long nails and were now in the process of gorging themselves
on his flesh. I saw red. I was vaguely aware of Hal behind me wrestling with the woman, I paid them no
heed, I advanced upon the crowd and for the first time, my axe tasted blood.
The rest is history, the dead have risen, Malton is in ruins.
The slogan has changed, we no longer we run in when others run out, now when others run in, we run out.
I'm still doing what I've always done, keeping people out of harms way, only I used to put out fires,
now I chop up the dead. |
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"All men are timid on entering any fight.
Whether it is the first or the last fight, all of us are timid.
Cowards are those who let their timidity get the better of their manhood."
~General George Patton Jr |
OOC information:
player:
not submitted
urbandead forum ID:
Alicia Jennings
email:
gzzzur@gmail.com
MSN:
not submitted
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