Resident Evil: Evolution

[Isaac]

Quick Note: I have handed this RP over to Shadowman and thus, he will be responsible for providing the introductory post which will explain everything.

~ The Prologue ~

*Voided entry.*

~ Profile ~

Name:
Race:
Gender:
Age:
Occupation:
Weapons/Attacks/Abilities:
Features: (Optional)
Description: (Optional)
Bio: (Optional)
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Name: Timothy Lavastine
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Typical High School Student
Weapons: Two Browning High-Power 13 Handguns with a few clips of extra ammo.
Features: None special enough to mention.
Description: Timothy is lithe and pale, though a lot of strength rests within his form. His hair is the color of wheat and he has eyes of emerald. He wears a green t-shirt underneath a red and black hoodie, as well as blue jeans and white tennis shoes.
Bio: Eh, I'm gonna skip it for now.
Text Color: darkblue

[Doodleshark]

Name: Keith
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Occupation: Former College Student
Weapons: An M16 with an under-mounted grenade launcher, and a pump-action shotgun for close combat.
Features: I don't really get what this means...
Description: Keith has black hair with long bangs that hang over his eyes, and is dressed in jeans and a violet turtleneck underneath a black hoodie.
Bio: Keith was your typical video-game loving college student, until zombies attacked while he was playing Dead Rising. Luckily, he managed to escape into the Canadian wilderness using a stolen military jeep, and met up with a group of other survivors. He is currently somewhere in the vast, cold plains of northern Ontario.
Text Color: Indigo

[Shadowman]

DISCLAIMER This is a M-rated roleplay that can and will contain gore, violence and swearing (remember the PCs are humans). If you cannot tolerate either of those things please do not complain if your mom finds out or whatever. I will not be held responsible for any eye virginity loss.

Mini-disclaimer: this is a what-if scenario about what could have happened if Raccoon City wasn't nuked.
~Prologue~
The year is 2001, the Raccon City incident of 1998 served as a precursor to more outbreaks occuring into other major cities controlled by Umbrella Corporations. Unable to contain their creatures any longer, Umbrella decided to wait until the armies all over the globe are too weak to fight to finish the cleansing themselves and in the process gain control over most of the known world.

However, there is hope...not all of Umbrella's projects are mindless drones...


Meanwhile, food starts to become a problem for many people due to the lack of agriculture which was mostly abandonned by farmers before the outbreaks spread to them...thus bands of survivors often have to salvage to get something to eat.

You can choose your starting location while keeping in mind that hunting is hit or miss these days...you have as much chance to find a zombie deer as a regular deer. Unless you're in a very remote location which would be boring to RP >.>

[Blastotoise]

Name: Marley
Race: Human *sigh*
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Occupation: High school students
Weapons/Attacks/Abilities: Quite skilled in martial arts. Can force small bits of energy out of his hands to boost his abilities, and also prevents bites on hands/ feet. Hunting knife and a crowbar
Features: ¿Qúe?
Description: Tall. Dark brown hair. Brown eyes
Bio: Was at high school when the outbreak.....outbroke. Luckily, He was one of the lucky ones. Had to kill many zombies he knew as humans to get out. Found some survivors
Text Color: Blue (w00t)

[Doodleshark]

Keith stared at the moose through the iron sights of the rifle. It was snowing, and the moose stood at the edge of a forest next to a road where a Humvee stood. Keith's food supplies, which currently consisted of a few candy bars, were running dangerously low. But then and there he hoped that the moose hasn't infected like all the other animals he had found. Holding his breath, he squeezed off a pair of bullets that struck the moose in the head, killing it instantly. Excited, Keith ran through the snow to where the moose corpse lay... Only to discover that the flesh was rotting in several areas, a sure sign that it had been infected with the T-virus.

"Damn it!" Keith yelled, kicking the body in frustration. What was the point? Eventually he would just die like everyone else, A victim of starvation or the T-virus. He only survived this long because he had stolen the truck and found the M16 and a shotgun in the back. He wondered if his luck had finally run out...

Keith's shook his head. He couldn't start thinking negatively now... He would find a way to survive. He turned around and began walking back to the Humvee when something caught his eye. A light, shining through the falling snow. As Keith walked towards it, a shape materialized around the light, and it became clear that the light was coming from a window in a huge mansion!

Keith could hardly believe it. His luck had turned around again, perhaps for good this time. The light was on in the window, so surely there were people living there... which meant that they had food!
Keith walked to the front door and knocked. No answer. Keith cautiously opened the door, keeping a hand on the shotgun slung over his back..."

[Blastotoise]

"Left foot right foot. Left foot right foot" Malrey said as he delusionaly trudged through the snow toward a gunshot he heard."Gunshot means people. People means food. Isn't that right Mister Bigglesworth?" Marley said looking at an imaginary cat. "Don't give that look. And stop asking to eat my brains!" As Marley entered the clearing, he saw a moose laying dead on the ground, and footprints leading towards a mansion. "Look Mr. Bigglesworth! A big house!" The imaginary cat was feasting on the moose. "Fine be like that. I'm going inside the mansion."

[Shadowman]

Keith was greeted by the warm and comforting sight of a heated greeting room of the mansion's entrance, which made the cold bite of the outside even worse until he closed the door behind him.

It was only after he spent some time to shrug the cold away that he noticed that there was something...odd...there were large stairs leading to the second floor with a small balcony with one door on the left and on the right, and to his own left and right there were two more doors...but where was everyone? It felt as if nobody lived in this place, which was half-true...

(Sorry for taking time, I didn't have the motivation to do this until now. If you have any complaint feel free to PM me.)

[Isaac]

Timothy was exploring the downstairs part of the mansion, ocassionally pulling a small nonpoisonous mushroom from the pocket of his hoodie and nibbling on it. He HATED mushrooms, but they were all he had to survive on. As someone entered the front door of the mansion, he turned around and headed towards the noise. He exited a door near the staircase and nearly ran into a boy that appeared to be just a little older than himself. It scared him enough to knock him back onto the floor. "Whoa... What the heck!?", he said.

[Doodleshark]

Keith was startled as well, however he relaxed after it became obvious that the boy was not infected. "Hi. Um... do you live here? If so, do you have any food? My name's Keith by the way." Keith said nervously, unsure of anything else to say.

[Doodleshark]

Sorry, my computer double posted for some reason...

[Shadowman]

By the time Marley had reached the mansion's door they were somehow locked from the inside. He got bad vibes from the whole place but anything was better than staying outside and starving or freezing to death...right?

[Isaac]

Timothy pushed himself to his feet, staring at the other boy as he spoke. "Sorry, but I don't live here. I just happened to find the place... The only bit of food I happen to have are mushrooms. They taste terrible but it's better than nothing...", he said, pulling a small mushroom from his pocket and holding it out to Keith. "Oh, and I'm Timothy... Please, don't ask to call me Tim. I'm not fond of that little nickname."

[Blastotoise]

"That's a bad Mr.Door! Open for me! RAAAGGGGGLE!!!!" Marley charged at the door and broke through."Ow, mah SHOULDA!!!!!" Marley fell.

[Shadowman]

Timothy and Keith could hear and see the entrance door being rammed by something from the outside but it held fast from Marley's assault. However it wasn't soundproof and they could hear his plea for opening then the following weep of pain.

The questionnable sane man outside could feel he was watched from beyond the snow but maybe it was only Mr.Bigglesworth playing tricks on him.

[Isaac]

The first thump that sounded from the front door made Timothy draw one of his handguns without even thinking about it, like an automatic reflex. He had already sighted down his arm and aimed at the door in its dead center before he realized that nothing had even come through yet and that shooting the wood would only waste his ammo. There were shouts and moans of pain from whoever was outside. Timothy lowered his gun slowly but kept it drawn as he walked towards the door. "We can let you in if you prove to us that you are not infected and that there is nothing out there with you.", he called through the door.