| profile |
Pinjet |
| favorite quote: |
"Really. It’s not You its Me... of course I hate to see things end like this but you’re a zombie." |
| class: |
firefighter |
| created: |
oct. 7/05 |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
oct. 9/05 |
| times died: |
4 |
| level: |
9 |
| XP: |
61 |
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 |
| . |
(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)
- Surgery
(Player can heal a further 5HP if working in a hospital with power) |
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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 |
| . |
(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: |
25 |
| sex: |
female |
| favored weapon: |
fireaxe |
| zombies killed: |
32 |
| survivors revivified: |
8 |
description:
Pinjet was finding his new job boring as a bucket of water. He was the type of guy that busted down doors before
he would try the knob to see if it was unlocked. Granted that’s exactly the attitude that got him this new job
the fire captain was sick of the complaints and repair jobs required after Pinjet’s response to an alarm.
The Captain would always plead with him,
"Will you just try the damn knob first?"
Last week was the straw that broke the Captains back.
3 doors busted in for a false alarm. When Pinjet had returned to the firehouse all of his gear was stuffed into
a box and the Captain waited along side it. In a self-gratifying way he said,
"Pinjet! congratulations you have been promoted. There’s no need to enter I have packed up your stuff for you."
Pinjet’s mouth worked up and down but no words came out. With a smile the size of a hardhat the Captain threw
Pinjet a jacket. In big yellow letters the words FIRE MARSHAL were spelled out on a black (surprisingly)
leather jacket. It could have been the look on Pinjet’s face but what ever the cause the Captain Started to
laugh so loud Pinjet had to just turn around and walk away. From over his shoulder the Captain called out,
"You know where your new office is right? They are expecting you there in the morning."
Now three days later he was utterly board his career was headed down the road of retirement long before he
thought he would ever need a desk job. Truly he had only joined the force five years ago when he was 20.
Regardless of how many fires he had under his belt he still had over 20 years to serve. How on earth would
he survive as the Fire Marshal? Depressed and downright annoyance grated on his nerves when he got the call.
The Fire Marshal has been requested to appear in the park for fire safety awareness day! It was useless to
argue, that was his new job. He headed to the park in his Red Jeep and set up his little white booth the
department had given him for this type of event. His well-used axe lay across the table as he waited along
with the other venders for the public to show.
It did not seem odd at first, the public was late, but they arrived in one grand lump like a parade.
It was not until they got closer that Pinjet realized something was amiss. The mob of people entering
the park had a funny gaunt in their step. Pinjet’s mind floated for a few brief seconds as his brain
tried to comprehend the horror it was seeing. The venders and craft folk ran screaming several were also
pulled down to the ground and snacked upon.
Pinjet’s axe was flashing through the air liberating zombiefied heads from the constraints of the body
before he had even realized he had moved. His boring job seemed less so now. It was reflexes that
worked to keep Pinjet alive, his axe honed over the years found its mark rather easy. It was madness...
and there was no other way to explain it. When the zombies were dead, or had move on, he looked about.
All the tables and tents were littered with body parts, and the entire city seemed on fire. Fire Marshal
or no Fire Marshal Pinjet would be needed.
He grabbed his jacket and headed for his jeep. Now fully invested in dousing this zombie epidemic Pinjet
roams the streets in search of the next lost soul.. |
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"i should have taken the money..."
~Tombs |
OOC information:
player:
Rui Rie
urbandead forum ID:
not submitted
email:
dead9frog@yahoo.com
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