Nokrarian InfectionDay 1City: Little OaksEstimated Population: 78,930Estimated Infection Percentage: 3%Current Course Of Action: Observe and Analyze It was a cold November day in the leaf littered forest near a bustling town in Wisconsin, the wind was blowing a mighty chill that would keep most people in their houses, all but one hunter. The hunter was a man in his early forties, wearing an assortment of cameo clothes, a bright orange vest and a hunter's cap. His chin fuzz added to the already gruff appearance he was sporting while he carried a typical hunting rifle around with him. His breath was barely visible in the frosty air, his brown eyes filled with concern as he scanned the surrounding area for any prey. But alas, for the past three months, these forests had been eerily silent, as if all the animals had vanished overnight. Something about this licked Mark in the wrong kind of way, even though winter hadn't started yet, he should still hear some of the birds maki
Mini Story Contest The room was poorly lit with a singular light that gently swayed back and forth, illuminating the room in all of it's murky splendor. A man was sitting on a wooden chair, splintered from lack of maintenance. He was a man in his late forties, his short hair was a filthy black mess of grease and dandruff. His limbs were restricted by steel cuffs and his face could barely be seen through his matted hair. Exhaustion and despair were plastered all over his gaunt blue eyes as he squinted intensely into the darkness beyond and was met by two glowing blue eyes, seething with violence. "My, my, what do we have here? Another willing participant in my little experiments? Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to get acquainted first!" A metallic voice cackled with murderous glee, as the unseen menace moved in, the man could start to make out the rest of it's body. It wore a black hooded cloak that covered most of it's body aside from it's hands and face. It had rigid
Edison/MorpheusName: Edison Michael BergstenAge: 27Height: 5'8"Weight: 174 lbsPersonality: PridefulLike: WinningDislikes: LosingShift: Put's sunglasses over his eyesPre Great Shift: Edison lived the life of luxury and success, everything was practically given to him on hand and foot. But his parents were rather shred people, being all about business, they pushed Edison away from any chance of a normal life he might have had, making him all about work and no play. He graduated from high school at an early age and got into a prestigious college, where his self esteem went into overdrive, making him incredibly cocky and confident in his abilities, as well as extremely snide. After "dethroning" his parents and taking over their business, it seems like nothing could bring him down. This position of power only made him more prideful, making him see himself as above the law and other people, seeing them as expendable and could honestly care less if he fired a worker for being a second late after yea
Marko Daliento/DevastatorName: Marko DalientoAge: 37Height: 6'2"Weight: 196 lbsCharacter: BitterLikes: InformationHates: His associates and being cheatedShift: Pulls out his fake eye and crushes it in his handPre Great Shift: Marko used to be a soldier and expert computer hacker with a starving curiosity for information. Anything people kept in a computer wasn't safe from his prying eyes and soon caught the attention of rival nations, desperate for his services. His gluttonous appetite for the greatest of information got the better of him. He soon betrayed his country and went incognito, becoming a rogue information broker. He had no allegiances other than to himself and soon had his own little group going, making no friends and many enemies, most nations would have paid to see his head go on a platter due to the "delicate" information he had collected. One of his last deals was a setup and ended up costing his right eye, something he holds a bitter grudge to these days and refuses to let himself grow
Jeremiah/SplitfaceName: Jeremiah "Spitfire" MarotAge: 21Height: 5'11"Weight: 210 lbsCharacter: PsychoticLikes: PranksDislikes: MoralityShift: stabs himself in the forehead with a knifePre Great Shift: Jeremiah was a trickster ever since he was a wee lad, causing untold amounts of mischief and destruction, much to the ire of his family. By the time he was a teenager, he got kicked out of his house and town. Even being homeless and without a job, he never really grew up, often acting childish and playing on the guilty feelings of richer people, who he often called "suckers" so he could mooch off them. By the time he became an adult, he was an accomplished con artist and prankster who felt like he was free to do whatever he whimmed in the world. Eventually the law caught up with him and put his ass in jail, where he was to answer for his various crimes. Before he could get to his hearing, he managed to escape and became a fugitive. The Great Shift happened while the law was on his tail and the year
TetrodyneName: TetrodyneGender: MaleSpecies: HumanAge: Unknown "presumed to be 27"Height: 7'8"Weight: 210lbsClan Affiliation: HYPERank: BrigadeCodename: Unknown IntentPhysical Description: He is a rather tall and lanky fellow with emaciation written all over his body, this coupled with his bloodshot blue eyes, pale skin color and brittle brown hair has given him a rather sickly look. He has a built in respirator with two hoses that plug into his back and are directly connected with his lungs. He wears a heavy hooded black raincoat with black cameo pants and military boots. Since he wears a respirator over his face, he has the HYPE insignia branded onto his mask.Personality: Tetrodyne is twitchy, irritable and a bit batty nuggets so to speak. He loves watching people suffer and die as it has a bit of an addicting effect on him and will usually go out of his way to murder civilians just to get that feeling back. His thrist of blood is so great that he often pumps himself full of sedativ
Vengeance Chronicles 13 A man stood by himself in what looked like a large conference room, the dimly lit lights matched the amount of depression he was feeling. He was in his late fifties, old age was starting to take hold of his body, his once shiny black hair dulled and showing hints of grey, his face had wrinkles forming all over his face, his body ached and groaned merely from being awake. He was adorned in a military uniform of high ranking, apparently a colonel from the medals and badges that adorned his chest. He sat by at the end of the table, a small glass of wine to his right that had been used several times within the hour alone, the slight buzz in his head was being blocked out by the feeling of dread that was swelling up in his gut as he stared back down at the letter laying before him. The depression that clouded his mind worsened every time he read the letter, like some sort of tangible being that mocked him and everything he had been striving for these last five years.
The Road There was a road, it curved and twisted, snaking it's way though the trees while a heavy fog obscured everything, making it difficult for anybody to see anything more than a few feet ahead of them. There was a bright light dimly illuminating it's way through the thick mist like a firefly that lost it's way in the woods. It was a small blue car, a Opel Corsa to be precise, making it's way steadily through the curving path with a cautious approach. The driver inside was a young women in her early twenties, her long blonde hair was tied up in a simple ponytail and wore a black shirt that had lol spelled out in big bold white words. Her name was Steff and she was a bit of a tomboy, she had trouble seeing through this annoying mist and cussed to herself in German for getting lost on this old country road in the first place as the dirt road caused her tiny car to bump up and down like some sort of hyperactive kid, causing the unfortunate driver inside to be jost