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  1. Howdy. Here's a hot take. Today I logged in to play some good ol' DayzRP with the bois. Turns out, I've been temp banned for having THIS image as my character profile. https://www.dayzrp.com/uploads/characters/bikergang.jpg.3328b0136b6cf62605a3ec7aca9e6c25.jpg Now. This is an oil painting, I can see why stuff like anime art or whatever would be disallowed, it is not an accurate representation of a character or their features. However, this image is of a real human person depicted in an art medium that isn't photography, this image clearly illustrates the features and facial traits of a human being. Riddle me this, if character page images are supposed to be used to show a character's face and what they look like due to the limitations of the game, why in god's name are you allowed to upload images of literally a gas mask or balaclava, completely covering that persons face? Now I know some may upload images covering a characters face because they may not have one that explicitly meets their needs. But then why is it compulsory in the first place? TLDR. Realistic portrait of a man is not allowed, but a balaclava is? Not advocating for anime girls to be plastered over the character pages, but this seems a little obscene. Please keep discussions civil, love y'all
  2. Originally an accountant for a ukranian biker gang, Budynok zahublenykh or House of the Lost, a gang which took in those who had lost their way to steer them back on the right path. Getting the homeless back on their feet, giving war veterans a second family, or helping drug addicts get rid of their addiction. Caleb sat at tables with some of the biggest gang leaders in Ukraine, pushing money or bribing the police to look the other way when his family gave out beatings or taught lessons to those who crossed members of Budynok zahublenykh. He was not shy from violence, though tried his best to not take part in it. When the infection hit, he fled his home with what members of his second family were left, headed for the border to Poland, having hoped to ride straight through on their bikes and into Germany, in search of a new home. However, hoards of undead, bandits, and environmental hazards forced Caleb away from his family and into Livonia, his bike trashed and out of commission.
  3. i'd be super happy if it was namalsk, love a new map i do
  4. Born to a mostly poor family in Novigrad, Janek lead a mostly normal childhood, his upbringing remaining the same as any other until around middle school. Janek's older brother, Matyas, was a less than reputable member of society and spend most of his time doing drugs. Janek only wanted to spend time with and emulate one of his bigger role models in life, and so he matured quickly, falling in with the wrong crowd of people much older than him, including his brother. He smoked his first cigarette at 15, took MDMA at 17, and eventually developed schizophrenia at 19. He was medicated for it, but has not been able to keep up with frequent dosages recently. Soon, he fell into the drug running business, and was often used as a mule for his gang, he never enjoyed the work he did, but he felt apart of something greater, something he never had before. He was not perfect either, he made frequent mistakes, or ditched a shipment out of paranoia that he would be arrested or killed, and was beaten for it, his abuse eventually leading to developing random outbursts of anger. He eventually went against his peers after they brought in someone new, a pharmacist, bound and gagged, they chained him to the floor and forced him to work, producing drugs for them to sell. When the infection hit, he took pity on the man, and set him free. He and his now friend have been travelling together ever since, having stolen a car and driven it all the way out of Novigrad, where denser populations was bad news for disease, to Chernarus, to hopefully build a new life.
  5. Depends on the hot chocolate mix for me. Some hot choc mixes are designed to be used with hot water, as they contain powdered milk that needs hydrating. Cadbury hot chocolate on the other hand, now thats a milky boi.
  6. It would be nice. Sometimes i like to pop into s1 for the morning until s2 gets more people, since s2 is kind of empty during EU mornings. But it means I have to wait a whole 6 hours to change back, and by then i can't go back to s1 if i wanted to. My characters are completely seperate as i didn't like the fact i could instant transmission between islands like it was nothing and go "oh i travelled real quick bro."
  7. This is going to be a breath of fresh air and hopefully something that will invite way more RP and some fantastic storylines, already loving the teased bits of lore in the TL;DR. Nice job DayzRP team
  8. **Trent hops on the frequency after idly switching between channels** "If you need to trade, come down to Mogilevka, The Market may have what you need. And I can hook you up with some aviators aswell, same place." "Dunno if we have the mask though mate." **He releases the PTT and gets to popping the lid on a can of beans**
  9. ==Small Beginnings== Trenten was born in Croydon Day hospital, 1999. Living in a small council flat with his single mother and two sisters. Life was somewhat rough, dealing with near poverty and high crime in the area he lived in, though he stayed adamant not to fall into the trap of delinquency or crime. He was intelligent, and powered through education with the goal of bettering his life, and the lives of those he loves, branching his studies out into Food Tech, then the sciences for his GCSE's. He didn't get top marks, but it was enough to secure himself a place in college, where he studied veterinary nursing, and later took an apprenticeship in Veterinary Medicine at a nearby Veterinary Clinic. Things were starting to look up. ==The Alleyway== Making his way home from a night at the local weatherspoons with his friends. Trenten was assaulted in an alleyway by two boys, most likely in the same predicament he previously was in as a child. Not much younger than himself, and demanded his valuables. He refused at first, foolishly, his only thought being that what he carried at the time, getting to big for his boots, and was subsequently stabbed twice in the stomach, and one in the back of his thigh as he turned to run. Being discovered and taken to hospital, he began his arduous recovery. Recovery means inaction, resting, Ten eventually fell into a depressive state after his injury, being released from his apprenticeship after not showing up for days on end, and laying in bed often for weeks at a time, developing Deep Vein Thrombosis in his leg and losing significant weight from not eating, the blood clot formed in his leg turned to Arterial embolism, and that to Limb Infarction and necrosis. Leaving him with chronic pain and a constant slight limp. ==The Angel== After recovering, mostly, from his injury, Ten forced himself to return to education, this time taking the more academic approach and registering with his old college once more to gain a degree in veterinary medicine. During his studies, he had made fast friends with Běla Kittlová, a Chernorussian student who has immigrated to England at a young age with her family to further her education, their friendship eventually turning into romance. Trenten's view on live completely changed, and he seemingly got better, he paid more attention to his studies, he went out more, and he had found something to keep living for. ==No goodbyes.== His relationship with Běla went on for a year or two, he was infatuated with her, and she loved him back just as much. Before one day, she disappeared, without a word. Ten suspected her overbearing father, who most likely pulled her away from him and back to their home country, and after prying with friends and distant family, he confirmed his suspicions, and in a period of romantic and heroic daydreaming, decided to give chase to their home address. Armed with nothing but a rucksack of travelling supplies and spare clothes, what meagre funds he had left in his bank converted to roubles, and a desire to see his love once more, departed for chernarus. His plan soon fell apart, however. He arrived during the beginnings of conflict. Something about the military closing off borders and people consuming one another's flesh, he hurried to his lover's home. ==The Body== Trenten, upon reaching Běla's home. Spent hours outside, calling to her, asking her to speak to him. And as time passed, he grew anxious, and thing's looking worse by the minute, including the news. He forced his way into her home, and was horrified by what he saw. First it was the smell, then it was Běla's parents, dead, on the couch in front of the television. Having taken their lives together, using Běla's father's gun by the looks of it, which still sits in his limp hand. Pushing further, Ten moved upstairs to the sound of shambling and items being knocked over, which is where he found Běla, a shambling corpse locked in her room. Trenten was assaulted by his late love, tumbling down the stairs with her. The two tussled on the floor for a few seconds, Trenten struggling to keep Běla's jaws away from his neck. Reaching out, he took ahold of the father's Makarov, and shot Běla through the eye, her now lifeless corpse collapsing ontop of him. After a few hours of lying under his love, moving between fits of hysteria and sobbing. He crawled out from under her and out of the house, stumbling into the street and away.
  10. I don't entirely agree with the super brightly colored ones, some of them don't really seem like something a shop would stock. But I have absolutely no problem with stuff like the white blue or red ones! People are getting to eggy over a jacket. If my pullover had a full zip, it'd look extremely similar to a retextured Gorka jacket. Jackets exist in the same style as military ones because it's a design that works! Besides. 3d modelling seems like a difficult thing, especially when you have to put it on something that moves around I bet! Tl:dr - It's a jacket, chill. Theres nothing that says companies can't use designs similar to a military jacket, but have their target buyers be civillians! Fashion is a broad brush and it exists because we strive to differentiate ourselves as human beings and find our own style.
  11. **Lincoln leans back in a lawn chair, looking out off of the wooden platform he's lounging on. Sipping a bottle of water. He uses his other hand to click the radio laid haphazardly across his stomach.** "I'd definitely like to meet up with you at some point, mate. Just let me know where or when, and I'd wager that us at Redwood radio would love to meet you and perhaps we can exchange stories?" **He releases the PTT, turning up the cassette player on the floor next to him and listens.**
  12. **Toying with radio frequencies on top of a tower. Lincoln picks up the signal. He sits and listens, waiting a moment to reply as he considers the broadcast, before pressing the PTT** "Hey, bud. What you're doing is pretty ballsy. But you want to make the world better, and I can get behind that. Research into something like radiation is something I never thought of, but with such a fuckin' hotspot of the stuff essentially next door, I can see how that's a problem. Long story short, I'd be happy to help. What else do you need, pal?" **Lincoln puts the radio aside, on, listening for a reply.**
  13. **Lincoln stops his hike for a moment to sit on a rock, getting some recent reception, he listens to the radio.** "I'm an engineer. I can help you out if you want. Dunno what you still need done, though. Gimme a shout if you need anything, I'll be listening in for a while" **He releases the push-to-talk, fishing an apple out of his bag to enjoy as he looks at the view.**
  14. **Lincoln, walking through the woods, also picks up his radio.** "Hey bud. If what you're saying is true, I'm always happy to help. Spent too long sitting on my arse whilst other people got hurt because I was too much of a pussy. Find me, and I'll help you out." **He releases the button on his radio, looking at it for a while as he walked, before clipping it back to his rucksack strap.**
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