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The year is 1945. The Allied powers had driven the Nazi regime into the ground, with unconditional surrender seeming to be on the horizon. We thought we had won. How foolish we were. Hitler refused to give up so easily. As the British forces closed in on Berlin, he activated a fail safe now known as Operation Z. In seconds he had an army to wage war against not only the Allies, but death itself. He raised an army of the dead. Our forces never knew what hit them. The unstoppable march of the zombies swallowed our troops, and as our ranks thinned, theirs swelled. Within days Germany was overrun with 70,000,000 starving undead. There was just one design aspect that the German people had not expected. Zombies don't care about nationality. They consume all. Most of Germany's population was turned quickly. Old allegiances were soon forgotten, the lines between German, Russian, and British blurring to leave only one people. Survivors.

Breath, shoot, breath, shoot. Karl Fairburn was in a rhythm now, each bullet splattering an undead's brain. His fellow survivors, Franz and Sally, stood beside him, each one in a fight for their life. The horde grew closer, but it was thinning fast. They just might make it out of here alive! Suddenly, a high pitched wail pierced through the low moans. "Suizid!" Franz screamed, as two zombies sprinted through the horde. Each was cloaked in blood and carried several grenades. Karl quickly shifted his sights to the Suiciders, desperately trying to kill them. One bullet sent the front one down. The second shot was not so lucky. The monster latched itself onto poor Franz, raising its arms in a cross. A massive explosion rocked the earth, cutting off the horrible wail. The two remaining snipers were thrown to the ground, showering them with pieces of Franz. The moans grew louder as they were surrounded. Karl lay there, waiting for death, when something in his pocket grew hot. He pulled the object out. It was the strange golden spool they had found. One end glowed orange from the heat, while the markings on the side pulsed. The pulsing grew stronger, rippling the air, ending finally with a loud crack and a flash of light. Whatever was happening, it was big. Really big.

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Name: Serena Fairfield
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 5" 11'
Appearance:
But with more fiery red hair and smoldering, almond shaped eyes. Her skin is much more tanned as well.
Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): Extremely intelligent, reading everything she can get her hands on. Knows how to defend herself, having practically raised herself, and is much stronger then she looks.
History (optional): Serena grew up wild. Her parents where rich artists who spent their time travel the world. This left the bubbly, bright, and charismatic Serena in the care of tutors and governesses. The large estate she lived on was strait out of the fantasy books she adored. Fancying herself a modern day cross between Bell from Beauty and the Beast and a Fey, Serena spent most of her childhood running away from her caretakers to hide in the gardens and read. She is smart as a whip and when angered will give her victim a tongue lashing. As she grew up, her caretakers just learned to be happy she was safe and sound in bed every night. When she decides to do something, she does it, so expect some impulsive, sometimes rash decision making. She carries a pair of bladed Chinese fans, her weapon of choice, keeping them hidden in her leather boots most times. She would have become an author had the flash of light not torn her from her peaceful heaven on earth and sent her strait into the fiery pits of Hell.
Other:
Password: *********

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Accepted of course :D Just edit out the password.

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Awww! Thank you! And of course!

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Name: Selene "Scrounge" Voleuse-Williams
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'9
Appearance:
(Just ignore those cat ears whoops//)
Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): Above average survival skills and an uncanny sense of smell, as well as having large amounts of knowledge and experience with an array of weapons, especially about knives and firearms. What she lacks in intelligence academically, she makes up for in 'street-smarts', which includes knowing exactly how long after certain foods have expired are still good, or the most efficient way of breaking into a house, etc.
History (optional): //This turned out super long//

Other: //She started going by Scrounge, because it felt like she could be someone completely different, and started changing her attitude from being a nervously sweet girl to a rowdy deviant. (I really hope I filled this out right ;v;)
Password: ******

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Name: Sherene "Swift" Skydancer
Gender: Female
Age: 15 -ish
Height: 1.61 meters
Appearance: (I still dislike images, thank you very much)
Sherene has raven-black hair and an angled face, though she is thinner than expected for most teenagers her age. When she arrived, she was wearing stolen clothes - a faded school jacket, some almost brand-new sneakers, and jeans. She scavenges what can. Her hair is short, barely reaching her shoulders.
Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): Being a street thief, she had to be good at what she did in order to survive. She has above average speed, stamina and agility. She is known by her victims to be able to do parkour, along with some acrobatic tricks. Although she has little to no knowledge of using swords, Sherene is quite skilled in using a crowbar. Either to knock victims unconscious, to steal stuff, she never leaves her lair without a crowbar. However, she is quite inexperienced in dealing with guns, and ranged weapons in general. Additionally, she isn't really strong. Even compared to other girls - yes, including that prissy actress-wannabe girl. Sherene is also capable of finding out which surfaces are more fragile than others - that is, if she's looking closely. If not, she's as likely to disregard it as anyone else. Her weapon of choice is a dagger (stolen from a cultist guy), her crowbar and a sword (a present from one of the gang members).
History (optional): Sherene ran away when she was twelve, having becoming extremely fed up of her old life - being bullied endlessly by her peers, constantly denied love - and so she doesn't regret her decision. She survives mainly by stealing food, clothing and other necessities. She doesn't like stealing from the weak - beggars, baskers who have no money. Sherene often steals from ordinary people, though she's learned to avoid places teeming with police officers. When she was going to turn fourteen, a gang of thieves picked up, so she learned under them. She choose the name "Swift" because out of all of them, she was the fastest and the most agile. They became like family - indeed, they were her family, more than her flesh and blood one had been to her.
Other: She, like any other professional thief with a gang, is quite cautious and wary towards strangers.
Password: derpy

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Name: Jacob Riles
Gender: Male
Age: 24-ish
Height: 2.14 meters(in armor.)
Appearance:
Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): He's stronger than most people, so he can lift objects such as crates or break down doors to clears paths or use against enemies. Is pretty good at hitting his target. The survival skills that come with his training can come in handy.
History (optional): Jacob led a pretty average life up till seventeen, when both his parents died in a car accident. Not qualifying for university, he looked around for alternatives and landed himself in the marines. It turned out that this was a good choice as his superiors described him as a 'natural'. He rose through the ranks until he had tactical control of a four man Special Operations strike team. They soon became good friends to him. On their fifth mission together, one of them failed to move into position in time. Due to this, the entire team was killed and Riles was severely injured. After being nursed back to health, he went temporarily crazy with grief and went AWOL. It was during this time that everything went to hell when he was transported back
Other: Mixed personality. He tries to be kind, but can be rude. Occasionally, he's just brutally honest. Carries a slightly better than usual loadout.
Password:

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All are excepted. Please edit out the password. Also, HaloChief117 I'd just like to say that although you are excepted, your characters age doesn't really fit that well with his history. To not only have become the leader of a Special Ops marine strike team, then complete nearly five missions with said strike team, would have taken him longer than just four years of service. Other than that you are good. I will set up the RP thread tomorrow.

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Title: Wait for me!

Name: Kai "Quill" Parker
Gender: male
Age: 34
Height: 2.10 meters
Appearance: but no mask or that type of history. Except his got Silver Goggles.
Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): Crack aim and worthy to watch your six. Carries a pair of Hand pistols, A Shotgun of some kind (gotta research). Not to be trusted on gathering specific codes and papers cuz he may screw up. But either than that, his pretty good on anything.
History (optional): He was considered a thief. A mercenary. A scum. A reject. But he was not like that. Of course he stole from the rich, but he always helped those in times of need. He only does his best when 1) His in danger 2) His friends are in danger, who am I kidding? When his PAYERS are in danger 3) When He gets paid well. He was about to get killed by a very powerful and rich person just before he got zapped back to the past. From the frying pan to the Fire.
Other: He hates people who want him dead, or try killing him, OR aim rifles between his eyes.
Password: *****

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Accepted. Edit out the password and your good to go. Here is the link to the RP thread. I will post first shortly.

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Read through what you said, I'm editing out his age to 24-ish, if that's okay.

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Name: Magdalena Pirtzkhova. She often goes by the nickname "Magda" or more commonly "Mag" ~ Will be explained in History.

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Height: 5'2'' or 1.58 meters

Appearance: Her straight rusty blonde hair has always remained that shade throughout her life, even though her buddies would always try to get her to dye it different colors. Her eyes are the most striking green one can imagine, as deep as the deepest patch of seaweed and as bright as the most brilliantly cut emerald. Her nose is short but broad, she had actually contemplated saving up some money to change it, but pushed those thoughts out as she believed that if God had wanted her to change her nose, He would have done so when he made her. Though she doesn't have bulging muscles or scrawny limbs, she does have some meat on her bones and is not very self conscious. Her clothes are basic "bunk attire" an outfit that is perfect for relaxing in the dorm-like bunk hall, but not viable for the parade grounds and exercises. Here is a better idea of what she is wearing as my ability to describe it may not be accurate enough.

Attributes (i.e. mental or physical strengths): As she entered the Marines when she graduated high school at the age of 18, she has great discipline, both physical and mental. The Marines gave her a place and reason to focus her energy and strength for good things instead of bad things. The Marines also gave her good training with a great number of firearms. She never liked working with pistols but learned how to use them anyways. Her favorite style of firearm is the assault rifle, more specifically the SCAR type, preferably with a M203 Grenade launcher attachment. She takes great pride in the knowledge that she can disassemble and reassemble most rifles and pistols in a short period of time. Depending on the size of the weapon of course.

History (optional): Her parents were immigrants from Croatia and moved to the US when Magdalena could barely walk. Though her family didn't live in poverty, she wasn't rich either. Her family lived in a decent neighborhood, but it still had it's troubles. As she was raised in the US she grew up with an American accent. Her grade school years were usually pretty quiet, that was until she got into high school. The bullies were worse, as was the peer pressure. She had retained her quiet demeanor and just let the worst blow over, at least, that's what it looked like. She had been holding onto the anger that the taunting and teasing had birthed within her. One day, it all spilled out. That was senior year. At the graduation party. She doesn't divulge many details except that "he got what he deserved." Which was a trip to the hospital. After high school her parents weren't that pleased when she joined the Marines. But they stood by her in her decision. She went through basic training and was selected to join a special forces unit. That unit trained and learned various forms of fighting in the states and continued training with firearms, which is how she earned her nickname. During training missions, she was the one who'd always have an extra magazine, "mag" for short. After a couple years, the unit went over to Israel and learned from their military the martial art of Krav Maga. She had just gotten back to the states when things literally went to hell.

Other:

Password:

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Accepted. Just edit out the password and you can start

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(Can I please bump this? No one has posted and I really want this to NOT die.)

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