Sign Up Resident Evil: Survivor Syndrome

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[color=crimson][i][b][center]You survived. You made it out of that hellish place.
The nightmare is over. Or is it?
Can you live with knowing that those things really exist?
Worse, can you live knowing they could come back?
Any moment, any second.
It's really a terrifying thought.
There's a name for it, this problem.
It's called survivor syndrome.[/center][/color][/i][/b]

[color=teal][i]It's been a year since that terrifying nightmare back in Raccoon City, since the survivors managed to fight their way free of the freakish hell their home had become. Groups banded together to fight their way free. In the end, that was probably the only way to escape before the nukes went off.

But the end of the nightmare was the beginning. It's hard to remember, after all of that, that there's life at the other end. But it's catching up, and fast. Relocating to another city, getting a new job, and acting like living's the only thing on their minds....

Or perhaps they just won't cope. Perhaps the nightmare will be too much for them, and they'll lock themselves in a basement with rations and ammunition fit to fuel a third-world rebellion. Perhaps they'll stay in their little groups, isolating themselves from the rest of the world....or maybe, just maybe, they'll make the worst mistake of all; they'll go back to living their lives exactly as they did before, ignoring the nightmare, and forgetting entirely that death doesn't have to be the end.........

It's all up to them.[/color][/i]

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[b][color=crimson]Required Stuff[/b][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] Naturally.

[b]Age:[/b] Preferably in the late teens or older.

[b]Occupation:[/b] Your job before, during, and after the Incident, if such applies.

[b]Appearance:[/b] A description or a picture of your character's physical appearance.

[b]Armament:[/b] If your character has become paranoid, or just plain cautious, what weapons do they always carry on them, just in case? Up to two, small weapons capable of being concealed. You DO have to worry about law and order now.

[b]Personality:[/b] A breakdown of your character's mental state and personality following the Incident.

[b]Background:[/b] This can be anything pertaining to your character's existence, such as a summary of their life, or perhaps a shining example of their role during the Incident. You decide.[/color]

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[color=teal][center][b]My Stuff[/center][/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Maksim "Max" Ramirez

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Occupation:[/b] Firefighter/Group 'leader'/Firefighter

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL="http://ben606.blog.jeuxvideo.com/images/gd/1168372684.jpg"]Max at home with her pet wolf, Armanya.[/URL]

[b]Armament:[/b] Carries a jack knife and a .22 in her boot at all times.

[b]Personality:[/b] Max is a free spirit with a stubborn streak a mile wide. She always believes she is right, and will follow through, and usually to her detriment, she is more often than not in the right. She never seaqrches for responsibility, but she always manages to assume it when she sees nothing being done. During the Incident, she frequently butted heads with one other person who thought she knew what was best for the group; nine times out of ten, Max was heeded. She would gladly give up her rolse as leader in any circumstance, but she usually finds she cannot, as she is the one best suited to deal with the crisis.

She has dealt well with the Incident, and seems to be able to lead a normal life. however, the .22 she keeps in her boot and the knife she always has at her belt show that she will never forget the nightmare, and she will never let it consume her as it once did her friends. Her frosty demeanor, her determined features, and her quick wit prevent too many from trying to get close and finding the true beauty within; a loyal, caring, and lonely young woman who had to grow up far too quickly.

[b]Background:[/b] Max's name was given to her by a father in denial; Max's mother died during labor, leaving her the only heir to the Ramirez name. Believing himself to be ruined, Max's father, Bolero Ramirez, retreated into a bottle, leaving Max to raise herself and become the strong woman she is today. Before the Incident, she attained a position on the Raccoon City Fire Department's new rapid response team. Accepting the position involved moving out of her Colorado home and leaving her worthless father to fend for himself, which she gladly did. During the Incident, she gathered together some of her friends and attempted to escape the city; as they fought through the city, Max found herself the only one capable of killing the fallen friends and comrades that returned to life once more, and her fire ax saw far too much use. As refugees joined the little band to replace those that Max was forced to kill, she found herself become a leader of sorts, though she was frequently at loggerheads with another woman in the group. In the end, Max's leadership got them out of Raccoon City three days before the city was nuked; to this day, she lives in Aspen Pines, Colorado, with the remnants of her group. To her constant consternation, her rival stays with her, along a few more people from the group, in a two-story house just on the outskirts of the town.[/color]

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That's it for my latest attempt. Please keep in mind that this RP, given the base subject matter, may be very intense and full of language and situations inappropriate for younger participants. Thank you, and please have fun.