| profile |
Thomas Cain |
| favorite quote: |
"not submitted." |
| class: |
firefighter |
| created: |
sept. 13/05 |
| joined ...AXES HIGH.: |
sept. 18/05 |
| times died: |
1 |
| level: |
16 (19) |
| XP: |
308 |
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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Vigour Mortis |
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(Zombie gets +10% to hit with all non-weapon attacks)
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| age: |
24 |
| sex: |
male |
| favored weapon: |
fireaxe |
| zombies killed: |
13 |
| survivors revivified: |
2 |
description:
Thomas Cain took a deep breath… The blood
slowly dripped onto the floor off his fire axe. He
looked at his reflection in the slowly forming pool on
the floor and thought back on how he found himself in
the bullet riddled hospital he was now in.
At 17 Thomas Cain had a good life. Good family, good
friends… how quickly things changed. A fire
intentionally set, destroyed his home and killed his
mother, father and 2 sisters leaving Thomas in the
“care” of an alcoholic uncle. Thomas quickly learned
that if he was going to survive he needed to do it
himself. He remembered the valor and heroism shown by
the firefighters who pulled him out of the fire that
claimed the lives of his family and decided he would
become a firefighter himself. For 2 years Thomas
studied and worked hard to become a firefighter and in
August 2000 he was accepted as a volunteer.
Thomas found a family at the station he desperately
needed and bonded with everyone on one level or
another. Over the next 4 years Thomas received
numerous awards even receiving the volunteer of the
year award in 2004. In June of that year Thomas applied and
was accepted to Ladder 18, one of the busiest ladder
trucks in Malton. For 1 year Thomas worked the ladder
truck until everything changed in 1 call one late July
evening in 2005.
“Engine 18, Engine 19, Engine 11, Ladder 12, Ladder
18, Aid 14, Medic 6, respond on Fire 2, Apartment
Fire- 12217 [Street]. Engine 18, Engine 19, Engine 11,
Ladder 12, Ladder 18, Aid 14, Medic 6, respond on Fire
2, Apartment Fire- 12217 [Street]. Fire 1 clear 22:17”
Thomas and the rest of Ladder 18 quickly
jumped into their bunker gear and headed out. Thomas
went through his fire routine of checking, and
re-checking all his gear. Too many guys had gone down
because they forgot to check their O2 level in their
SCBA or forgetting the check the regulator. They
pulled up to a fully involved apartment fire,
threatening a nearby complex. Thomas could see people
inside screaming for help through the lower level
windows. He jumped out of the rig, grabbed his gear
and got to work opening the front entryway door with
his axe. Lt. Strom was close behind him. As they
worked Thomas could hear fists on the windows above
them, people trying to get out. A crash came from
above them and Thomas and the Lt. Watched as a kid
bounced off the pavement with a sickening crunch
sending blood splattering across the pavement. Medic 6
and four guys from Engine 11 ran over to backboard and
c-collar the kid and hopefully open up the kids airway
before they lost him. They quickly loaded him up into
Medic 6’s rig. Meanwhile Thomas and Lt. Strom had the
door off its hinges and were preparing to enter when
Screams filled the air, coming from the Medic Unit.
Thomas turned to look as Lt. Strom entered the
complex. Blood shot out of the back of the rig (the
doors had not been closed) in a 3-foot arc splashing
across the windshield of a Police unit. From what
Thomas could tell, it looked arterial. Thomas looked
back to Strom, who was kicking in the door of the
first unit; it looked like he was making good
progress. More screams behind him, followed by the
unmistakable sound of gunfire. Thomas turned and
watched as the kid, leapt out of the Medic Unit
holding what looked like bloody rags in his hands. The
kid looked at the officer who had been firing into the
back of the Medic Unit and raised his hands outward
towards the officer. The officer fired 3 more rounds
into the boy who didn’t even flinch at the shots.
A scream from behind Thomas ripped his attention away
from the scene in front of him. Lt. Strom had what
looked like the flaming corpse of a man, or woman.. on
top of him in the hallway, the corpse was clawing at
Strom’s now unprotected face, as his mask hung limply
around his neck. Strom fought to get the body off of
him but could do nothing as the corpse savagely ripped
his face off in hunks.
In the distance gunfire could be heard coming from all
around them.
Hell on earth had broken out.
Thomas was now alone... again.
The crackle of the apartment fire brought Thomas back
to reality. The boy was slowly shuffling toward him,
his face looked like hamburger with bits of bone
showing through. The tube the medics had attempted to
place hung out of his mouth making him look like a
hamburger mosquito. Thomas suddenly became very
angry...
All Thomas could remember that night was the squishy
crunching sound his axe made on flesh over and over
and over again.
Now hurt, he had found his way to the hospital nearby
and was looking for some first aid supplies. As he
looked through each room for usable supplies he found
body after body, some patients, some doctors or
nurses. None of them looked like they had a pleasant
passing. A faint sound of scratching caught his ear as
he walked the halls; it seemed to be coming from a
door to his left. He looked up, the room read: Morgue.
Thomas shuddered and moved on. In Trauma 9 Thomas
found what he was looking for: some gauze, sterile
irrigation fluid, and roller bandages. He wrapped
up his wounds and turned to walk out when something
caught his eye. A nurse was walking through the hall,
toward the Ambulance Entrance; she was holding what
looked to be the entrails of someone… Thomas grabbed
his axe and quietly pushed open the swinging door that
separated the room from the hall. The light reflected
off the sharpened blade…
The cold air blew refreshingly through the hall while
Thomas raised his Axe high in the air... |
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"Silly rabbit...
Trix are for...
..kids."
~Beatrix and O-Ren |
OOC information:
player:
Carmichael Brooks
urbandead forum ID:
ramerez
email:
oprime15@yahoo.com
MSN:
not submitted
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