Sign Up Resident Evil Operation: Omega [M-VL]

[Domon]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][I]Three weeks after Claire and Chris Redfield escaped from the Antarctic Umbrella base, Umbrella decided to go ahead with plan Omega. Since the few people remaining on the board of directors were paranoid old men they had this plan in the wings ever since the T-Virus had been created, if there were to be any severe opposition to them they were to infect the town surrounding the headquarters building and evacuate. This required perfect timing, as the Redfield siblings passed over this city which was named Millet, the directors began infection. At first it was the outskirts and the infection spread inward, the police fell quickly. Once this had happened and the French government lost contact with the city, the Redfield siblings grew suspicious but they really couldn?t leave the city of Paris because they were waiting for the others to arrive.

Since they couldn?t get there the remaining survivors had to go into hiding and try and survive until help came. Now some people would think ?why don?t you just leave the city?? The only problem to this solution is that there were extremely large and powerful monsters guarding all exits of the city. But instead of hunters roaming around killing people, animals off the streets were roaming around killing any stragglers. The most feared were the massive cats that were the size of German Shepherds , the only thing that they used to kill their prey was their claws. Zombies also roamed freely, but something was different, some of these zombies hunted in packs, their mentality was much higher but they were still slow moving. Also, a tributary fed into a portion of the city, and some of the bridges that exited the city were blocked with overturned cars, a few people thought they could escape by taking boats out over the tributary, but instead they were all killed by a massive bull shark which had been released by Umbrella.

The massive creatures that guarded the exits and prevented people from leaving were called Omgeas. They were stronger versions of the Nemesis and Tyrant, these creatures had heightened speed, strength, and other powers that varied due to the subject. Some of these creatures though were being controlled via remote by the directors, while a few of them had lost all of their sanity and were only drawn to killing for the sheer pleasure.

Now most people would assume that there isn?t a single living thing in this town, but that would be a wrong assumption a few survivors scattered around the city are alive and trying to find a way to escape. The question is, can they make it out of the city alive??[/I]

I need the following for your signups.

[B]Name:[/B]
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Country:[/B] Be reasonable, mainly I?d prefer British and American tourists along with the locals.
[B]Description:[/B]
[B]Bio:[/B]
[B]Weapon that you start off with:[/B] No claymore mines, rocket launchers, gatling guns, basically no overkill weapons, but I will except magnums, but you?ll have limited ammo for the start.

[B]Occupation:[/B] No cops or S.T.A.R.S., if I see a S.T.A.R.S. signup I will remind you once, and if it hasn?t changed in 24 hours following that reminder, you won?t be accepted.

[B]Gender:[/B]
[B]Special Traits:[/B] Basically I want to know if you are good at mixing herbs, picking locks, etc.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[likalron]

Name: Zhou Tai

Age: 18

Country: America (Background: Japanese)

Description:[URL=http://www.wapers.com/games/dynastywarriors4/dynastywarriors441280.jpg]~Click~[/URL]

Bio:

Weapon of Choice: Machette

Occupation: Student

Gender: Male

Special Traits: Lock Picking

(I'm really sorry but I can't finish now I have to go. I will finish it later)
If there is anything wrong with it please PM me

[Swordsaint]

Sounds good, *smart* zombies huh? they must be better at herding...

Name: Jonathan Kiehn
Age: 45

Country: U.S (Retired to France)

Description: The grizzled elderstands tall at 6'6, his greying hair thining at the top. His old hardened eyes have a somewhat haunted look about them, like a man trying to make up for his past. Typically, he wears loose comfortable kakis, held up with a belt, the buckle emblazoned with the U.S. Eagle and the words "U.S. marine" his shirts, like his kakis, are generally loose. Despite his age, his bodies lost little of it's youthful strength, his powerfull hands can still snap a man's arm like a dried willow branch.

Bio:Jonathan was born and raised in the good ol U.S. of A. Growing up his father, a vietnam vet., encouraged him to graduate and join the marines, if not Career, then at least for the four year stint. Jonathan would smile with pride when his dad took him to the back and teach him everything he had learned from his years of military service. The war stories, the things drill sargeants did and said, he ate up all of it. He graduated at 17, enlisting immediately into the marines. For years he trained waiting for his big chance to live up to his father's ideal's, to fill his shoes, to tell war stories to his son's. The chance finally came with the 1st Gulf war. Jonathan fought hard, harder than most, he was finally thrown into combat, he finally had the chance to prove himself. As John and his squad sprinted up the rubble strewn street of bagdahd, he fired fast and deadly, a figure darted in front of him, holding what looked like a grenade in it's hand, screaming at him in a language he couldn't understand, his rifle raised, it was either him or this person, he fired a burst into it's shadowed face! He'd done it! he'd gotten his first confirmed kill! He...he'd shot a kid. A young girl, the round object wasn't a grenade, it was an apple that she had bought before the shooting started. She was darting through the alleys, trying not to get hit.
Jonathan felt his insides melt as he looked around him in shock, his squadmates were still firing, none had noticed the girl he'd shot. Hot tears streamed down his face as he sluggishly raised his rifle, firing another burst into the straggling enemies that were still trying in vain to halt the Marine squads advance
Jonathan continued through the gulf war, still serving with the marines, the guilt weighing heavily upon him, the sour taste that entered his mouth each time they were praised for their victories. He served up until halfway through the second Gulf War, when the scene of the girls murder repeating through his head became to much, he retired, leaving for france investing a good portion of his savings in Umbrella inc. and he's lived there ever since.

Starting weapon: Berretta 93R (15rds, two extra clips) And the Saber he was awarded upon his retirment.

Occupation: Retired Marine

Gender: Male
Special Traits: Scavanger/opportunistic- able to find usefull items where others would see junk (ex. see's a screw driver, uses it like a knife)

[Domon]

[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue][SIZE=1][B]Name:[/B] Jonathan aka John.
[B]Age:[/B] 20
[B]Country:[/B] Great Britian
[B]Description:[/B] [URL=http://server5.uploadit.org/files/BurningGundam-asellas.jpg]Here[/URL]
[B]Biography:[/B] Jonathan was born in london and lived in one of the smaller suburban towns directly outside of the city. When he graduated from highschool at age 18 he wanted to go to France for a year to see what it would be like, the only problem was that he only had money to get to France and see his grandparents in the city of Millet. So he lived in the city for two years, working and saving up enough money to leave, that's when it happened. At first it started in the section of Millet closest to the river and some people thought it had been contaminated, but when the entire town started to show signs of infection, a lot of people tried to leave but they were killed or disappeared. Jonathan on the other hand stayed with his grandparents, that is until his grandfather became one of those monsters and killed his grandmother, she too then became one of those creatures and tried to attack Jonathan. Luckily his grandfather had left the M93R handgun laying on the floor, so Jonathan regretfully killed his grandparents and left to find some sort of hiding spot. The entire city seemed to be crawling with monsters and it just didn't help his situation, he didn't have enough bullets for his gun and he knew there was a gun shop nearby but the street it was on was being patroled by a herd of zombies so the front way was not an option, so he climbed the roof of a building next to the shop and jumped across and went down the back ladder and into the apartment that the store owners lived in, however though the owner wasn't too happy to see Jonathan interuppting his meal (his wife) but he was quickly put down, but the wife hadn't posed a problem since her entire body was in pieces. Jonathan had found a huge cache of weapons in the backroom, most of all he found a faster firing gun that had a laser scope on it, he snatched that gun up and the bullets that he found laying around in boxes. As soon as he'd done that he heard the store windows crash open and zombies falling to the floor and moaning for food, as that happened Jonathan rushed up the stairs with both guns, shimmied up the ladder and managed to find refuge in a hotel room on the upper floor.

[B]Starting Weapons:[/B] M93R Handgun with 15 rounds now and a SIG Pro Handgun with a laser sight on it with 15 rounds as well. He has about 60 bullets spare in one of his coat pockets as well.

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Occupation:[/B] Currently unemployed since his boss is also a zombie, but he used to work at a fast food restaurant.

[B]Special trait:[/B] Jonathan is very nimble at climbing walls and such.[/SIZE][/COLOR]