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  1. Armen sat up from his bedroll in the dead of night, he shifted his weight to the right side of his body and leaned over towards the fire. The fire was almost out, Armen grabbed the nearest stick and stoked the coals. The embers flew up wildly into the night sky, dancing between the branches of the pine trees above. Armen grabbed a handful of twigs and placed them on top of the coals, he laid back down onto the bedroll. As Armen laid down and began to fold his arms behind his head, the twigs began to catch from the intense heat of the coals. Armen exhaled loudly and sighed. For some explainable reason, Armen couldn't sleep tonight. Although, not sleeping to some may seem normal -- knowing that the dead roam the Earth and everyone you ever loved is probably dead. But considering all this, Armen had it pretty good. He's had awhile to cope with his losses and move on, he's got a nice camp set up, and most importantly - He's not dead. To most, life would appear to be the only thing driving survivors forward; Survival drove Armen forward, forcing him to survive and cling to his life. Now that Armen had finally had things pretty good.. there's something missing for Armen. Armen gazes up at the night sky again, partially hidden by the trees. He thinks to himself, "Really..? How did I get here? I mean -- I know how I got here. I want to know how I got here -- why I'm sitting up in the middle of the night with a full belly of venison and living surprisingly well considering the current shitty situation. I want to know why I feel no fear, or how I let go of Grace and everyone else so easily-" Armen shot straight back up from his bedroll. Armen thought to himself, with a smirk, "I'm meant to be alive. I'm meant to do something... God has a plan for me, I must be meant to do great things.. otherwise, I would have died.. It must have been God's strength that allowed myself to let go of Grace to easily. That's it! I'm meant to restore order to this land, and create a new society to rise up from the ashes!". Armen knew of groups in the area that have tried to establish order, either with force, or with pure allegiance to one individual or the group. Armen laid back and began to think of how he can start a company and employ other survivors. Armen wants these employees to begin to start a new life, and hopefully aspire to rise up form the ashes of the old society, and create a new one. Armen stoked the fire one last time, the embers flew up again; Armen watched with amazement and tried to count how many there were. Armen smiled and began to slowly drift off into a deep sleep.
  2. *Armen clears his throat and coughs, he presses down the PTT, the transmission starts with a loud country accent* "Listen here all of you threatening my company and employees..." *He takes a brief pause* "This shit is NOT acceptable, we, for the most part have tried to remain neutral. But I will make this clear. As a matter of fact, I'll make it CRYSTAL fucking clear -- You fuck with my company, I will make sure that you won't be a problem anymore. There's a couple ways I can go about this. Bullets work very well for dealing with problems, but, I ain't a violent man either -- maybe you want a few guns. Maybe you need a car. I can make these things happen." *Armen coughs loudly into the mic, but moving away as he realizes he coughed into it* "We would rather be allies with as many people as possible. Know, that we have no interests other than trading and creating a safe haven for other survivors in the future." *he releases the PTT, then quickly pressing it again* "--If you have any problem with me, I guarantee I can make it go away." *He realeses the PTT again, putting his head in his hands, he wipes the sweat from his forehead into his hair, slicking it back before putting on his black baseball hat.* "Stephen, We've got a lot to do." *Armen stands up, grabs his Winchester and walks out of the barn where his radio is located.*
  3. *radio broadcast starts with a noticeable country accent, there are obviously some issues in the beginning, some words buzzing in and out with constant static* "Do....be a trader... spent over... In trading... Looking... start...colony... Will be paid... guns.." *there is a scuffle in the background with some distant yelling between two people* "Damn it Stephen! ... Is this shit even on?" *there is a ten second pause of static, the operator clears his throat, followed by another brief pause* "Alright, I think I got this working now.. Yep, There we go." *The operator clears his throat once more* "Welcome to the Trans-Chenarus Trading Company, or the TTC! I'm Armen Brackish, your new boss! Have you ever needed some food, water, guns, or ammo? Need no more! All my employees will be graciously given weapons and ammo for their service as well as shelter, food ,and water. All traders make 95% of what they trade, traders are expected to give an estimated 5% share of the take, at the traders discretion." *Armen Clears his throat and coughs* "I am also looking to employ security roles within my company, if you are a skilled sharp-shooter, or just-" *there is a sound of paper being straightened out* "...good with a gun, I need guards for my traders, as well as for the future colony that I plan to build..." *There is a pause with static and some fumbling* "...and now if any large group is listening, TTC accepts many different orders for almost anything! We also deliver to you! If anyone would like to contact us for employment opportunities or ordering, please do so with our private frequency." *there is more fumbling and static* "...is this shit off now? No? Well get the fuck on it Stephen! I told you to turn it off when I was--" *the radio transmission ends*
  4. Stephen Scully's Background

    I know a couple people here liked my character page, so I figured I might as well post it here! Stephen Scully was born in 1987, alongside his best-friend Robert in the same hospital room. Stephen lived an ordinary American childhood, stay at home mom and a Father that worked well into the evening. Stephen's dad was stressed, always seemed to be in a bad mood, and had a hell of a temper. As mad as Stephen's dad would get, he never laid a finger on his wife or children. Eventually, stress takes it's toll on a person. In 1998, Police rushed to the suburban household to find a mother and father dead alongside a mutilated 11 year old child. It began when Stephen's father returned home late from a night of work. Stephen was already in bed, his mother sat in the living room reading. Stephen's father came in the door with a medium sized duffel bag. Stephen's father is greeted with the warm embrace of his wife, he mumbles, "So... Cold... I need to be warm..." Stephen's father reaches into his pocket and jams a knife into his wife's abdomen, then pushes her away. She falls and hits the floor, screaming. Stephen's father closes the door behind him, grasping the handle of the duffel bag on his way in. he calmly, with a smile in his face, puts his mouth over his wife's mouth to silence her. Stephen wakes up from the banging and screaming echoing from downstairs. He cowardly shuffles his way to the top of the stairs to where he can see the front door and living room. Stephen's mother is struggling frantically on the ground, blood oozing slowly down her blue dress from the blade onto the hardwood floor. Stephen's father takes his other hand and reaches into the duffel bag, then exposing a roll of duct tape. He grabs the end with his teeth wraps it around his wife's head, sealing her mouth shut. He then glances to the top of the stairs, where his eyes meet Stephen's. Stephen, stricken with fear, stumbles backwards sheepishly into his room. His father steadily climbs the stairs, holding the duct tape in his right hand. As he climbs the stairs, he makes sure to hit the heel of his leather shoe a bit harder onto each stair. He then gets to the door of Stephen's room. Stephen's father then looses the smile on his face, then reaches out for Stephen's doorknob, but then stops himself. Muffled crying can be heard coming from the inside of the room. Stephen's father exclaims, "Stephen! You must help me! your mother is badly hurt! I need to use the phone, can you watch her for me?" a moment passes, "Please Stephen.". Stephen moves slowly to the door, then opens it. His father isn't there though. Stephen hears his voice from downstairs, "Hello? is this nine-one-one?... Yes, I have an emergency.". Fooled by his own father, Stephen rushes down the stairs, his bare feet smacking the stairs as he reaches his mother's writhing body. His father hangs up the phone, then walks towards Stephen. Stephen, not paying any attention to his father, drops to his knees next to his mother. Stephen's pajamas soak up the crimson red blood into the knees of the pants. Looking into his mother's brown eyes, he notices his Father's reflection approaching. He turns his head, only to be greeted with a metal pan to the side of the face. Stephen collapses instantly, still breathing. Stephen's father then cares for his wife's wound, stopping the bleeding. He carries his wife's almost lifeless body into the attic of their house. He then carries Stephen upstairs too. After two hours, Stephen comes back to consciousness, only to find himself bound by duct tape, gagged with an old shirt, and his eyes taped open. He looks around the dimly lit attic. He sees his father sitting in a chair, carving what appears to be a human bone. Stephen's eyes dart to his right to find his mother, hanging upside down and naked from the rafters. Her wound steadily drops blood into the growing pool below her. Stephen starts to breath heavier and heavier and tries to scream. Stephen's father slowly turns his head towards Stephen, "I'm glad you're awake. I need you to see this Stephen, you might not want to, but you need to understand, that within all of us... there lives another.. Each with their own desire. Me? I desire the warmth of blood.." Stephen's father begins to breath and stutter "T-To feel it... a-around my b-body and to t-taste and smell the iron in the a-air." He then regains his composure, "I've been suppressing this other being my whole life, I just can't hold him back anymore. I thank your mother for her one last gift to me.." He glances over towards her lifeless hanging body. He then walks towards her, dragging his feet. He reaches out his arm towards her as he approaches her. His arm begins to shake, and his mouth drops open wide. He resumes his speech to Stephen, "But you Stephen, you don't seem to have another person within you." His voice drops to a soft whisper "You're pure.. why are you so lucky?" he raises his voice to a yelling and stops walking "How come you don't have to bear this burden?!". Stephen's father closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He opens his eyes and extends his hand to touch the wound on his wife's stomach. He begins to speak again, "So.. I'm going to give you a burden. You're going to thirst for blood, and want to bath in it until it's unbearable." He looks towards Stephen "Now watch as I cut your mother's flesh exoskeleton to expose her sweet... s-sweet blood." He reaches into his pocket to reveal a large blade, the same used to make the first wound. He then begins to carve and stab his wife in front of Stephen. His father tortures him with his mother's corpse for days until Stephen has no expression on his face at all. After several days of torture, Stephen's father then gives the knife to Stephen and speaks, "Now it's your turn. Kill me. Then bath in my blood. Embrace the feeling.". Stephen does as he's told. After Stephen is finished with killing his father, the slightest faint of emotion comes back to his face. From the corner of Stephen's mouth, he begins to smile. After the incident, Stephen went to live with his best friend Robert. Robert could tell that something wasn't quite right with Stephen since the incident. Eventually fed up with his best friend's blank look, he tries to talk to Stephen. Stephen explains how there's another person inside him who wants blood, and to kill. Stephen explains that it takes all his strength to not kill anyone. Confused and scared by what Stephen told Robert, Robert asks, "Well... where does he live inside you?" Stephen looks up to Robert and gives him a puzzled look, Stephen then says, "Well, I guess.. Up here" Stephen points to his head. Robert looks at the top of Stephen's head, then grabs a hat from his closet and places it on top of Stephen's head exclaiming, "How about that to keep him inside?". Stephen lets out a stuttered breath, then smiles and laughs for the first time since he killed his father. Stephen acts entirely normal with a hat on, but without a hat or something on his head. He's mentally unstable. At the age of 18, in an attempt to end his suffering by killing terrorists, he joins the marines in 2005. He serves for 8 years in the service. During one incident, Stephen's helmet got knocked off of his head in a roadside IED. He then proceeded to kill all three of the surviving friendly comrades around him. The marines can't find enough evidence to convict Stephen, so they dis-honorably discharge him in 2013. When Stephen returns home from the Middle east, he is blasted with the news headlines, "Traitor returns from middle east!" "Did he do it? Stephen Scully Murderer?". Aggravated by the media and others always pestering Stephen, He packs up and moves to the Chenarus-Russian border with Robert. They Live in an apartment for about a year until the outbreak. The Russians, in an effort to contain the infection, and strengthen their borders, force people living on the border of Chenarus into the country itself.
  5. Hello!

    Brand spanking new here! Can't wait to RP with everyone! I've played about 3 hours now and only seen 3 people.. although I've only been down south.
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