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Well, as the time dwindles down to when I have to go on my mission (July the 20th, if you where wondering) I've been trying to just get more of my OC's down and ready to be messed with. I'm sure I'll get back with a TONE of sketches of characters y'all haven't even seen yet, but whatever, I'll explain them then. Anyway, here are the characters I cooked up for a little zombie story that would make fun of COD, Zombie Land and probably a few other zombie games/movies/whatever.

The idea behind this one is to have four people who knew each-other over X-box live before the zombie apocalypse meet while trying to survive, and then the story goes on to focus on how they are similar to the person they were online, and how they are different. I have a bit of a back story too, on how two of them are chosen out of a protected human settlement to try and find any other settlements and bring them back to theirs, or vice versa if the settlement they find happens to be bigger then their own. This story isn't really fleshed out yet, but it could get good later on. We'll see, eventually.

I'm just gonna post a quick char sheet of each character starting from the left.

Michael Christopher Dallin Jr.: far left
Nickname: MC DJ (his radio DJ name) or just Mick
GamerTag: Masked Asassin (the whole thing wouldn't fit, so he took out an 's')
Age: 20
Weapons of choice: 12-gauge, pump action shotgun with a foldable grip, two forward-opening revolvers, one katana and a sawed-off, double barrel shot gun in his messenger bag.
Specialties: Movement, he can react fast and prefers to get close and personal with the things he shoots, weather it's zombies, less-then-friendly people or even the occasional mountain lion. He's an amateur gun smith, able to fix many different types of guns. His is also talented with radios and music players, but other then that, he's surprisingly technologically retarded. He can play his own music on any number of instruments when the occasion or opportunity calls for it. He is rather good at close combat, with both his hands and a sword. The unarmed fighting style he took a few lessons on is called Kajukenbo (an actual PE class up at University of Utah in Logan).

Bio: Mick had just finished high school and was working for his Uncle Rees, a custom gun smith and antique restorer, to get through his first year of collage when the zombie apocalypse struck. He and Uncle Rees were key in setting up the protected human colony in their little collage town of Logan Utah, supplying guns, ammo and other assorted weapons to whoever needed them, fixing things that needed to be fixed.

The time it took to save this little slice of humanity, however, cost Mick the chance to save the rest of his family living in California. While it was a great emotional loss to him, he's kept cheerful, almost obnoxiously so some times, and is still the goofy sort of guy he's always been.

He played CoD a lot in high school, and was the Masked Assassin before it assassin's creed came out and everyone thought it was cool to be an assassin, a point that he often brings up whenever someone mentions his gamer tag, which isn't very often now that the world has sort of ended. His loose, more flexible but wild method of fighting, with hands, guns and swords, worries a lot of people, both those worried for him and those worried about being too close to him, but he's yet to hurt someone he didn't want to hurt.

He's a lax, forgiving sort of guy, an almost stereo-typical california-surfer dude, except for the sporadic, but often times he says something that is really deep. It's yet to be seen if this wisdom is just happenstance or he's really extremely intelligent behind his goofy smile. He's nearly silent when he's nervous or somber, but can't stop talking once he's comfortable again.

The only thing he takes more seriously then the Collage Kendo class he took almost religiously is his music. He was a DJ on the collage radio station, and plays an unknown, but large list of instruments. There's yet to be one that he can't seem to play.

He likes older weapons that have been restored or 're-vamped' as he calls it, mostly because if it's done right, they break a lot less then newer, finicky ones. Plus, it's hard to break a sword without trying to.

The katana he carries he and Uncle Rees made themselves, and he also has a short of sheath for his pump-action shot gun in the messenger bag under his right arm, for a quick draw.

Alphonse Hollond: mid left
Nicknames: Babylon, or Babs
Gamertag: Babylon Horror
Age: 19
Weapons of Choice: M16 in full auto mode (commando from CoD BO, if you didn't know) with a silencer and ACOG scope, an unknown number of knives (including a ballistic knife), and the Katana on his back.
Specialties: Stealth, he knows how to move to avoid detection from both human, zombie and animal targets. This, and his ability to track well, makes him an excellent hunter, making the food his job. He is, merely out of excessive practice, a wonderful cook, able to make small portions of food last a ridiculously long time and still taste good, if not amazing. He is also a rather talented swordsman now, has a wicked throw with most knives, and is a great grappler in the style of Jujitsu. He can fly an airplane passably, but still has to work a little on the lading part.

Bio: Babs(who's wanted to be called Babylon from a very early age because he hates the name Alphonse), never lived in the same spot for long, having been raised only by his military father. They had moved in on the west coast when Babs was in his Sr. year of high school, and at this point, one of his only friends was those that he kept in touch with online.

Babs had learned a lot from his dad, who was a Navy SEAL sniper, mostly things that ordinary people would never learn in their own lifetime. He was talented at a very young age at hunting and stealth, his rigorist father testing him often on stealth tactics and scouting. He was on the fast track to becoming an officer in the same branch of the military his father was in, and because he was so close to the military, he is one of the few people who knew how the zombie apocalypse began.

It was a micro-organism that cut of pain receptors and helped to regenerate wounds by ten or twenty times. It was unfortunately developed as the United states declared war on more then half of the remaining arab nations they hadn't attacked or made treaties with yet, so it was rushed through testing before the side effects could be fully realized. The micro organisms mutated as they multiplied in the body, and eventually started to eat flesh as much as it regenerated it, and it was partial to the logic centers of the brain. As it used up the bodies energy and destroyed a person's sanity, it created something that was less then human, harder to kill, and really, really hungry. Bab's was unfortunate enough to be one of the first people to loose a family member.

As soon as Bab's learned what had happened to his dad, he started to call on the friends he had online, looking for a place to stay before the public could find out what was happening. A kid he knew over X-box live called Masked Asassin offered him a place to stay up in Logan Utah, and he jumped at the opportunity to be in a more secluded, less populated section of the world. He packed up all the military equipment he could find (including his now favorite gun, his fathers M16) and drove up just in time to help establish the human settlement around the collage town.

His near-military training came in handy teaching people how to use the guns that his new friend Mick and Uncle Rees made, and his hunting skills were something that he gladly taught to others in exchange for lessons in things he didn't know. His favorite were Kendo lessons with Mick, something he took to like a fish to water, and something he's often relied on when he found that ammo was getting low. The two of them are now on par in blade to blade combat, altho Babs is still much better with knives, something he keeps a large number of under his jacket.

He carries a gilly suit that fits over his own jacket for when he needs to hide, along with a few bottles of chemicals that mask scents to hide from animals and zombies in his bag. He carries no secondary weapon, and instead opts to carry more knives.

He often gets angry at Mick for his lax nature, something his own military efficiency can't quite handle, but it's usually just something minor, as Mick always seems to come through for him.

Both Mick and Babs took a few flying lessons a while back, but Mick gets sick in airplanes, so Bab's is sort of the designated flyer, if the opportunity ever arises. He's also the designated cook, as Mick and Uncle Rees lived on Ramen and take-out for most of the year they lived together. Babs had to cook his own food most of the time his father was gone for military stuff, so he became a great cook out of raw necessity. In actuality, that's how he pays the proverbial rent as well, and also how he payed off the Katana Mick and Uncle Rees made for him.

Jacob Percivel Baker: Mid right
Nicknames: Jake, Poopie, or Oni
Gamertag: Onimisia
Age: 17
Weapons of choice: an AK-47-U with a granade launcher attachment and foldable stalk, two chrome 45's (behind his back) a knife if he has to and a machete that hangs from the back of his pack.
Specialties: A scavanger of anything. He can break down vehicals for parts, can spot a weapon, ammo, food and even cash on a dead body almost subconsciously, and has very few reasons, in his mind, why he shouldn't take what he can carry, no matter who's it was. He is a great mechanic, and can fix nearly anything that even might run. He's also good at gerry-rigging things to work well too, using ductape, plywood, and anything else he can get his hands on to help him survive. He can cook well, although his own personal tastes are a little different then most, and has gone through enough street fights to be considered a great fighter. A bit of a chemist, he knows how things explode so he can re-create it to explode things like hungry zombies when they get troublesome.

Bio: Jake grew up in foster care for most of his life in New York City, up until the point when he helped fix a guys car at the age of seven. The guy in question happened to be in the illegal trade of selling cars he had no business selling, and realized how much he could use an extra hand. From that moment on, Jake became just about the best little grease monkey in all of New York. His new 'employer' adopted him and insisted Jake call him Papa Sam.

Papa Sam actually treated him rather well, giving him better clothing and food then the foster home did, but instead of going to school, he went to Papa Sam's garage and learned how to take apart a car and put it back together again. Jake's light fingers helped him to do the work he learned quickly, and also helped him pick pocket a little extra change out of the more legitimate customers that came through... at Papa Sam's order of coarse.

He learned a lot under Papa Sam, but eventually he went out on his own at the age of fifteen, working for actual car repair shops and saving up for a collage education until the zombie apocalypse hit. He was lucky enough to get out of the city before things got too crazy, and from there he scavenged his way around.

He 's currently looking for some place where there's other human beings so he could settle down and not have to worry about being attacked twenty four seven, some place he could set down his (stolen) pack full of (stolen) possessions and rest for a while. As much as he likes the fact that he has his favorite gun from CoD, one he found in in someone's house just lying around for anyone to use, he would like some down time that didn't involve looking over his shoulder...

Sara: Far right
Nicknames: Sara is the nickname, it's not clear weather it's her real name
Gamertag:Sum1_SxE
Age: some time in the prime of her life (she'll never tell)
Weapon of choice: Stunning good looks, a handgun if she has to, and if all else fails, Betsy, her Louisville Slugger with a rail road spike through it.
Specialty: An incredible amount of luck, more charm then should be allowed, and the ability to convince anyone to do whatever she wants. She may be holding something else back, but it's hard to tell. She give's you those "I'm innocent and need your help" eyes, and you just stop asking questions.

Bio: As far as anyone who's met her can tell, she's lead a normal life charmed by the ability to get whatever she wants. A man once said that "you don't need money with a face like that, do you hunney?" and he was probably talking to her. She is simply, the smoothest criminal around. She tried to avoid guns much, mostly because then you have to find more ammo, and being a little OCD, she likes to have enough bullets to exactly fill so many clips, so it's either a lot of bullets or nothing. While she has only her bat and a hand gun now, it's no doubt that she'll charm someone out of a gun at some point, and then she'll probably leave them whenever she feels like it.

She's currently headed for the west coast, just to find a nice boat to find some sort of isolated island where she can escape the zombies and everything else. That's all she wants, and she doesn't care who dies in the process.

The only thing that's certain about her past, is that she used to be on X-box live religiously, and that she used a voice filter so most people who played with her didn't know she was a chick.

Anyway, so that's the whole set of bio's that I just made up on the spot. Let me know what you think, (if you dare to take on that text wall I put up). As always, comments are my anti-drug, and I don't wanna go back on the E again.

I'll donate a single point to whoever can tell me which perk on CoD Black Ops I based each character off of. Oh, and Alphonse Holland and Jacob Percivl Baker are based off of and

Description
Well, as the time dwindles down to when I have to go on my mission (July the 20th, if you where wondering) I've been trying to just get more of my OC's down and ready to be messed with. I'm sure I'll get back with a TONE of sketches of characters y'all haven't even seen yet, but whatever, I'll explain them then. Anyway, here are the characters I cooked up for a little zombie story that would make fun of COD, Zombie Land and probably a few other zombie games/movies/whatever.

The idea behind this one is to have four people who knew each-other over X-box live before the zombie apocalypse meet while trying to survive, and then the story goes on to focus on how they are similar to the person they were online, and how they are different. I have a bit of a back story too, on how two of them are chosen out of a protected human settlement to try and find any other settlements and bring them back to theirs, or vice versa if the settlement they find happens to be bigger then their own. This story isn't really fleshed out yet, but it could get good later on. We'll see, eventually.

I'm just gonna post a quick char sheet of each character starting from the left.

Michael Christopher Dallin Jr.: far left
Nickname: MC DJ (his radio DJ name) or just Mick
GamerTag: Masked Asassin (the whole thing wouldn't fit, so he took out an 's')
Age: 20
Weapons of choice: 12-gauge, pump action shotgun with a foldable grip, two forward-opening revolvers, one katana and a sawed-off, double barrel shot gun in his messenger bag.
Specialties: Movement, he can react fast and prefers to get close and personal with the things he shoots, weather it's zombies, less-then-friendly people or even the occasional mountain lion. He's an amateur gun smith, able to fix many different types of guns. His is also talented with radios and music players, but other then that, he's surprisingly technologically retarded. He can play his own music on any number of instruments when the occasion or opportunity calls for it. He is rather good at close combat, with both his hands and a sword. The unarmed fighting style he took a few lessons on is called Kajukenbo (an actual PE class up at University of Utah in Logan).

Bio: Mick had just finished high school and was working for his Uncle Rees, a custom gun smith and antique restorer, to get through his first year of collage when the zombie apocalypse struck. He and Uncle Rees were key in setting up the protected human colony in their little collage town of Logan Utah, supplying guns, ammo and other assorted weapons to whoever needed them, fixing things that needed to be fixed.

The time it took to save this little slice of humanity, however, cost Mick the chance to save the rest of his family living in California. While it was a great emotional loss to him, he's kept cheerful, almost obnoxiously so some times, and is still the goofy sort of guy he's always been.

He played CoD a lot in high school, and was the Masked Assassin before it assassin's creed came out and everyone thought it was cool to be an assassin, a point that he often brings up whenever someone mentions his gamer tag, which isn't very often now that the world has sort of ended. His loose, more flexible but wild method of fighting, with hands, guns and swords, worries a lot of people, both those worried for him and those worried about being too close to him, but he's yet to hurt someone he didn't want to hurt.

He's a lax, forgiving sort of guy, an almost stereo-typical california-surfer dude, except for the sporadic, but often times he says something that is really deep. It's yet to be seen if this wisdom is just happenstance or he's really extremely intelligent behind his goofy smile. He's nearly silent when he's nervous or somber, but can't stop talking once he's comfortable again.

The only thing he takes more seriously then the Collage Kendo class he took almost religiously is his music. He was a DJ on the collage radio station, and plays an unknown, but large list of instruments. There's yet to be one that he can't seem to play.

He likes older weapons that have been restored or 're-vamped' as he calls it, mostly because if it's done right, they break a lot less then newer, finicky ones. Plus, it's hard to break a sword without trying to.

The katana he carries he and Uncle Rees made themselves, and he also has a short of sheath for his pump-action shot gun in the messenger bag under his right arm, for a quick draw.

Alphonse Hollond: mid left
Nicknames: Babylon, or Babs
Gamertag: Babylon Horror
Age: 19
Weapons of Choice: M16 in full auto mode (commando from CoD BO, if you didn't know) with a silencer and ACOG scope, an unknown number of knives (including a ballistic knife), and the Katana on his back.
Specialties: Stealth, he knows how to move to avoid detection from both human, zombie and animal targets. This, and his ability to track well, makes him an excellent hunter, making the food his job. He is, merely out of excessive practice, a wonderful cook, able to make small portions of food last a ridiculously long time and still taste good, if not amazing. He is also a rather talented swordsman now, has a wicked throw with most knives, and is a great grappler in the style of Jujitsu. He can fly an airplane passably, but still has to work a little on the lading part.

Bio: Babs(who's wanted to be called Babylon from a very early age because he hates the name Alphonse), never lived in the same spot for long, having been raised only by his military father. They had moved in on the west coast when Babs was in his Sr. year of high school, and at this point, one of his only friends was those that he kept in touch with online.

Babs had learned a lot from his dad, who was a Navy SEAL sniper, mostly things that ordinary people would never learn in their own lifetime. He was talented at a very young age at hunting and stealth, his rigorist father testing him often on stealth tactics and scouting. He was on the fast track to becoming an officer in the same branch of the military his father was in, and because he was so close to the military, he is one of the few people who knew how the zombie apocalypse began.

It was a micro-organism that cut of pain receptors and helped to regenerate wounds by ten or twenty times. It was unfortunately developed as the United states declared war on more then half of the remaining arab nations they hadn't attacked or made treaties with yet, so it was rushed through testing before the side effects could be fully realized. The micro organisms mutated as they multiplied in the body, and eventually started to eat flesh as much as it regenerated it, and it was partial to the logic centers of the brain. As it used up the bodies energy and destroyed a person's sanity, it created something that was less then human, harder to kill, and really, really hungry. Bab's was unfortunate enough to be one of the first people to loose a family member.

As soon as Bab's learned what had happened to his dad, he started to call on the friends he had online, looking for a place to stay before the public could find out what was happening. A kid he knew over X-box live called Masked Asassin offered him a place to stay up in Logan Utah, and he jumped at the opportunity to be in a more secluded, less populated section of the world. He packed up all the military equipment he could find (including his now favorite gun, his fathers M16) and drove up just in time to help establish the human settlement around the collage town.

His near-military training came in handy teaching people how to use the guns that his new friend Mick and Uncle Rees made, and his hunting skills were something that he gladly taught to others in exchange for lessons in things he didn't know. His favorite were Kendo lessons with Mick, something he took to like a fish to water, and something he's often relied on when he found that ammo was getting low. The two of them are now on par in blade to blade combat, altho Babs is still much better with knives, something he keeps a large number of under his jacket.

He carries a gilly suit that fits over his own jacket for when he needs to hide, along with a few bottles of chemicals that mask scents to hide from animals and zombies in his bag. He carries no secondary weapon, and instead opts to carry more knives.

He often gets angry at Mick for his lax nature, something his own military efficiency can't quite handle, but it's usually just something minor, as Mick always seems to come through for him.

Both Mick and Babs took a few flying lessons a while back, but Mick gets sick in airplanes, so Bab's is sort of the designated flyer, if the opportunity ever arises. He's also the designated cook, as Mick and Uncle Rees lived on Ramen and take-out for most of the year they lived together. Babs had to cook his own food most of the time his father was gone for military stuff, so he became a great cook out of raw necessity. In actuality, that's how he pays the proverbial rent as well, and also how he payed off the Katana Mick and Uncle Rees made for him.

Jacob Percivel Baker: Mid right
Nicknames: Jake, Poopie, or Oni
Gamertag: Onimisia
Age: 17
Weapons of choice: an AK-47-U with a granade launcher attachment and foldable stalk, two chrome 45's (behind his back) a knife if he has to and a machete that hangs from the back of his pack.
Specialties: A scavanger of anything. He can break down vehicals for parts, can spot a weapon, ammo, food and even cash on a dead body almost subconsciously, and has very few reasons, in his mind, why he shouldn't take what he can carry, no matter who's it was. He is a great mechanic, and can fix nearly anything that even might run. He's also good at gerry-rigging things to work well too, using ductape, plywood, and anything else he can get his hands on to help him survive. He can cook well, although his own personal tastes are a little different then most, and has gone through enough street fights to be considered a great fighter. A bit of a chemist, he knows how things explode so he can re-create it to explode things like hungry zombies when they get troublesome.

Bio: Jake grew up in foster care for most of his life in New York City, up until the point when he helped fix a guys car at the age of seven. The guy in question happened to be in the illegal trade of selling cars he had no business selling, and realized how much he could use an extra hand. From that moment on, Jake became just about the best little grease monkey in all of New York. His new 'employer' adopted him and insisted Jake call him Papa Sam.

Papa Sam actually treated him rather well, giving him better clothing and food then the foster home did, but instead of going to school, he went to Papa Sam's garage and learned how to take apart a car and put it back together again. Jake's light fingers helped him to do the work he learned quickly, and also helped him pick pocket a little extra change out of the more legitimate customers that came through... at Papa Sam's order of coarse.

He learned a lot under Papa Sam, but eventually he went out on his own at the age of fifteen, working for actual car repair shops and saving up for a collage education until the zombie apocalypse hit. He was lucky enough to get out of the city before things got too crazy, and from there he scavenged his way around.

He 's currently looking for some place where there's other human beings so he could settle down and not have to worry about being attacked twenty four seven, some place he could set down his (stolen) pack full of (stolen) possessions and rest for a while. As much as he likes the fact that he has his favorite gun from CoD, one he found in in someone's house just lying around for anyone to use, he would like some down time that didn't involve looking over his shoulder...

Sara: Far right
Nicknames: Sara is the nickname, it's not clear weather it's her real name
Gamertag:Sum1_SxE
Age: some time in the prime of her life (she'll never tell)
Weapon of choice: Stunning good looks, a handgun if she has to, and if all else fails, Betsy, her Louisville Slugger with a rail road spike through it.
Specialty: An incredible amount of luck, more charm then should be allowed, and the ability to convince anyone to do whatever she wants. She may be holding something else back, but it's hard to tell. She give's you those "I'm innocent and need your help" eyes, and you just stop asking questions.

Bio: As far as anyone who's met her can tell, she's lead a normal life charmed by the ability to get whatever she wants. A man once said that "you don't need money with a face like that, do you hunney?" and he was probably talking to her. She is simply, the smoothest criminal around. She tried to avoid guns much, mostly because then you have to find more ammo, and being a little OCD, she likes to have enough bullets to exactly fill so many clips, so it's either a lot of bullets or nothing. While she has only her bat and a hand gun now, it's no doubt that she'll charm someone out of a gun at some point, and then she'll probably leave them whenever she feels like it.

She's currently headed for the west coast, just to find a nice boat to find some sort of isolated island where she can escape the zombies and everything else. That's all she wants, and she doesn't care who dies in the process.

The only thing that's certain about her past, is that she used to be on X-box live religiously, and that she used a voice filter so most people who played with her didn't know she was a chick.

Anyway, so that's the whole set of bio's that I just made up on the spot. Let me know what you think, (if you dare to take on that text wall I put up). As always, comments are my anti-drug, and I don't wanna go back on the E again.

I'll donate a single point to whoever can tell me which perk on CoD Black Ops I based each character off of. Oh, and Alphonse Holland and Jacob Percivl Baker are based off of and