//Before you read, please know that I am essentially applying for myself. There is little to nothing in this application that I have not done that I have put in this application. Likewise, no items in this application are things that I would not take with me when going south for work.
Steam Name: Sean
Steam ID:STEAM_0:0:88469451
Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/thatonedickbag/
Rp Experience: 9-10 years
How did you stumble upon our server?: Got sent it by a freind.
Character Name: Steven Klein
Character Sex: Male
Character Age: 27
Occupation (Current or Before): Civilian Demolitions Contractor
Character Equipment:
-Direct Action Ghost Tactical Backpack (medium sized MOLLE Pack)
-Thick Deerhide Jacket
-Black Turtleneck
-Cargo Pants
x1 500ML jar of Sulfur Crystals
x1 500ML jar of Saltpeter Crystals
x1 M7 Bayonet
x3 MRE, Baked Beans
x4 250ML Bottled Water
x1 Solder Kit
x2 1 Meter Detcord Coils
x20 Electric Detcaps
x1 Sledgehammer
Moral Alignment(See Chart below this post): Chaotic Neutral
Strengths:
-Knowledge of explosives fabrication and use
-Knowledge of buildings, I.E where structural beams would generally be, how to cause a topple demolition, ETC.
-Light gun knowledge-- This doesnt mean hes an expert, and although he knows how to clean a rifle, the most hes used one for is hunting.
- Fabrication Knowledge: This is effectively me saying that I know the process of creating and maintaining fortifications, and even things such as Zipguns-- though those are unlikely.
Weaknesses:
-ADHD: Though not severe, it can effect him.
-Irritable: When working, excessive attempts to engage him in conversation will result in him snapping at you.
Character Backstory a.ka. how or why are you here:
Part One: Long Road Ahead.
I had just started packing up my shit into the back of my truck-- I was good to go. A Ford F-150 wasnt the most practical for a cross-country roadtrip all the way from Calgary to Houston, Texas, but I thought I'd make it just fine. I'd received a demolitions job on an old office building that had been closed due to a termite infestation. I was gonna get a few thousand USD in return for my work, which more than covered the fuel costs of such a long trip. With that said, I'd love to not have to travel so far-- I'd looked it up, it was over three thousand kilometers, at least two days drive away. Regardless, it was good money. I slammed the door shut, not realizing how my life was about to change.
Part Two: The Border
With a soft press on the brakes, I slided into the border office. There wasnt anything too amiss-- I handed them my paperwork, along with the signed documents, and waited patiently. A few minutes later, they came out and returned them.
"Hey, just a warning-- Theres a bug passing through, might have seen it on the news."
"Anything that I should be worried about?"
"Not really, just avoid anybody that looks sick. You're good, move on through."
I popped the truck into gear, rolling up my window. A bug? I guess its probably just the flu or something, but it might be something to worry about. I hadnt really considered getting sick. That might cause me some issues if I get sick before I'm done the job-- Nobody likes to sneeze all over their detcord. I tapped my fingers quietly against my steering wheel, sighing nasally as I tuned on the radio. 98.5 FM. Perfect for cruising across the open road.
Part Three: The Infection
Oh, shit.
Thats what first popped into my head as my music switched off. I hadnt turned it off, and the car was still running, so--
"We interrupt your scheduled broadcast with an emergency announcement. What was previously believed to be a contained virus has now swept America. Though reports are not confirmed, the virus is believed to be da--"
[dropshadow=grey]THUNK[/dropshadow]
Blood splattered across my windscreen as I hurriedly attempted to regain control of my now swerving truck. I almost rolled the car with my avid attempts to control the beast of metal, though I eventually managed to barrel myself into a ditch. I sat there, shocked. What had I just hit?
I grabbed my backpack, sliding it on over my deerskin jacket as I stepped outside. It was quiet, and in the late hours of the night-- It was probably just a deer or something, right? It had to be. Instead of a ravaged corpse of a deer, instead there sat a woman in a nightgown, splattered with blood and crushed apart sat in the middle of the tarmac road. She was still breathing, ragged breaths entering her lungs feebly. I took a step forwards, only to have her emit a loud, ravenous growl and reach out her fractured arm towards me. I took another step forwards, pulling a phone from my pocket and beginning to dial 911.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"The number you have dialed is currently busy."
I gaped at my phone. Busy? I had to have miss-typed. I tried again.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"The number you have dialed is currently busy."
I hadn't. Whatever was going on, emergency services was entirely clogged with messages. I looked down at the woman, who was entirely ignoring her injuries.
"Ma'am. Are you alright?"
"Hnn.... Hnngh..."
"Can you hear me, ma'am?"
She took a swipe at me with her fractured arm. I was taken aback, taking a closer look at her. Her eyes were empty, as if they had no emotion or life behind them. I didnt know what to do, staring at her almost lifeless body. I finally decided-- I wouldn't get charged for this. I got in my car, which had been running idled, and drove off.
Part 4: The Road Yet Trekked
I got out of my car, the door crunching shut. Broken glass was covering the inside of my truck from the crash earlier. I had pieced together what had happened shortly after starting to drive again. Some sort of infection, arising from Madagascar, had swept across the nation. It wasn't perceived as a threat, and was overlooked. Now, it seems, it had taken a grip on the country.
I originally went back towards the border, only to find it closed. I couldn't get through, the border officer straight up refusing me. I sighed, turning back around. I had overnight made it most of the way towards Houston, knowing that was the only place I could go. And now, sitting at the border between open country and suburbia, I was about to enter.
I'm not sure what will happen. and honestly?
I'm scared.