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Prelude
"We'll be pulling up in about five minutes."
"Rodger that, preparing to set up the gate."
The man dressed in Army ACUs hung his walkie-talkie on his waist, taking a seat on the back of the stack truck. Sitting around him were three individuals, all handcuffed with thick sacks over their heads. The army man cleared his throat. "You hear that sheep," he said. "Five minutes until we get there. A bit of advice - When we unload you, you best not run off now, 'cause we will open fire on you. So unless you want that, you better behave; it'd be a waist of bullets in my God honest opinion. But... it ain't like it'll make much a difference no ways."
The army man smacked the metal side of the white truck and they were off. Daylight was fleeting, the sun setting over buildings all looted with shattered windows, broken down doors, and mid-decayed bodies. A while ago, the rumbling of the truck would have been an issue. This wasn't the case now; this place was a ghost town.
The man observed his three hostages. The one closes to him on his left was Mexican, having a dark complexion under a big coat and cargo pants. In a heavy accent, with his head bowed, the soldier could clearly hear him reciting a prayer. He had been since he'd been handcuffed and sacked.
Next to the man was a German Caucasian male with pale skin whom he'd managed to find out his name, which was Erik. He was clearly sobbing, his shoulders slouched and shaking as his wrist were red from constantly yanking at the cuffs. The solder was close to whacking him so he wouldn't have to hear the man for the rest of the ride.
The final hostage was also male. He wasn't very tall, but looked fit under the black SWAT gear he wore. He remained docile for the whole ride and hardly resisted capture, not uttering a word this whole time. The soldier was intrigued.
Their captor looked over at the man crying, giving him a scowl he knew the German couldn't see. "Knock it off Erik."
Erik made a hiccup noise as his crying came to a halt, his body now merely trembling with fear. The soldiers leaned back in his seat. "I don't wanna hear anymore of it, ya hear?"
"Ain't like it make much a difference though, right?"
The soldier brought his attention to the sudden Bronx and Queens mixed accent to his left, the man sitting up more straight now. The soldier stood up. "What did you say?"
"I said ain't like it makes much a difference, right? That's what you told us before we started drivin', right?"
"That's right," said the soldier.
"If that's the case, then what difference it make if he's cryin' or not? We're all dead men to your friends anyway."
Neither of them said a word for a few seconds, the roar of the engine filling in the awkward silence. Feeling that his authority was being challenged, the soldier smacked the man across the face with the back of his hand, the man grunting from under his sack. "Who gave you permission to talk sheep," he growled. "From here on out, you will not speak unless spoken to-"
"Or what?" the man interrupted. The soldier smacked him hard across the face again, the man grunting once more. "I will use brute force, and make special arrangements for you."
"What kind of arrangements?" the man asked playfully.
"The special kind," replied the soldier. The man was surprised to have not been hit at that instance. "Sounds like a plan then, Mr. Army Man," he said.
The car slowed down before coming to a halt in front of a barbwire covered chain fence, two more soldiers standing on either side of the entrance. The gate was pushed open, allowing the truck to pull into the more secluded part of Fort Lewis as the group was greeted by a long dirt road bordered by tall, evergreen trees. It was like a wall.
The soldier cleared his throat. "We're about a minute away from our destination. Remember what I told you - You run off, you get shot! In fact, I encourage you to run off and save us the time of having to deal with you."
"Wow," said the man. "Such a gentleman you are." The soldier smacked him across the face. "I've got special plans for you," he said. The truck came to its final stop in front of a row of five barracks, all composed of dirty concrete and each one being guarded by an armed soldier.
They had reached Cataclysm.
It's been WAY too long since I've last made an SYOC for this section. Hello everyone! It's nice to see you all again, and to the new people, heyy. Now, I've matured a bit over the years so I'm expecting my writing to do the same (read my previous SYOC for example). But here's a new one after two years of nothing. I hope you guys liked the prelude. Normally if I was writing my own story I wouldn't add a prologue (as they're kind of a cop out now), but I don't want to get reported for any buffoonery, so yes.
OK, so I was going to do a convict/civilian thing, but I saw someone do that already with like a juvenile detention thing, and in all honesty, I had already started typing this when I saw someone already did it (I had no idea until like a week ago, seriously), so please don't say I'm stealing ideas or something, I can assure it'll be completely different (and I won't say better because that's being cocky). But I decided to do a thing where the main cast consist of a group of people going to prison when it happens (kind of like in the Walking Dead: 400 Days, where I initially got the idea from). So basically, the story will start off with the convicts all on a bus being transported when the thing happens.
To sum that last paragraph up - This story is about a group of convicts being transported to the prison when suddenly they are raided by zombies.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Highschool of the Dead franchise or any of its ideas/characters that may be incorporated into the story, nor do I own anyone's OC that is given to me to use for the story.
Rules:
1. Send OC via PM
2. If they are a convict, for their first outfit, it has to be the required jumpsuit (Mandatory orange jumpsuit that reads "INMATE" in big, bold black letters on the back, followed by his/her prison number which is "whatever number you want" said on the front of the suit, also in big, bold black letters
3. If they are a civilian, the youngest the age can be is 10 years old, if they are a convict, the youngest age they can be is 15 years old
4. Please put diversity in your characters, but also be realistic
5. No supernatural characters
6. Make your characters douche bags if you'd like, don't be afraid to, I like them like that
Info:
1. Takes place in Washington State in the year 2018
2. You can either make your character a criminal/convict or a civilian
3. I decided to make a little twist with the zombies, so you guys will be super surprised when you see them, I guaranteed
4. There is no specific due date, but I prefer you send them ASAP so the story can get started
5. I didn't proof read my prelude :/ When I get started with the actual story, I will though.
6. Format is on my profile
7. You can add things to the format, but don't delete anything
8. My OC is morally ambiguous and kind of a douche bag, so you've been warned ;)
9. If you have any questions, PM me please.
GENERAL
Criminal or Civilian?: (Choose one for your character)
If Criminal, what are they in for?:
Theme Song: (This is just for fun, completely optional)
Name:
Nickname(s)/Alias:
Ethnicity:
Nationality:
Age:
Birthday: (mm/dd)
Birthplace:
Gender/Sex:
APPEARANCE
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Height/Weight: (in inches for height, and in pounds for weight)
Skin Color:
Hair Color:
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Eye Color:
Facial Features: (Describe what their face looks like)
Body Features: (Scars/Tattoos/Piercings/Other)
1st Outfit: (If they are an inmate, they have to wear the orange jumpsuit as their first outfit)
2nd Outfit:
3rd Outfit: (Optional)
BACKGROUND/PERSONALITY
Family: (Who's in their immediate household/family, determine whether they're alive or not within the coarse of the story)
Background: (I Don't Care How Long It Is)
Occupation: (Optional)
Alignment: (Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil, True Neutral, etc.)
Main Traits: (No limit)
Personality: (Brief Summary, basically just describing said traits.)
Fears/Phobias:
Medical Conditions:
Strength: (At most, four)
Weakness: (At least, four)
Favorite
Animal:
Book:
Color:
Drink:
Film:
Food:
Music:
Season:
Least Favorite
Animal:
Book:
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Food:
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Season:
Likes:
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Religion:
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Love Interest:
Turn Ons:
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Character's Opinion on Ace:
Character's First Reaction to the Outbreak:
EXTRA
Voice/Accent: (What does their voice sound like, do they have an accent?)
Zodiac Sign:
Optional Vehicle: (Not guaranteed)
Preferred Weapon: (Potential of getting this weapon, not guaranteed)
Preferred Death: (Potential death if the time comes, not guaranteed)
Criminal or Civilian?: Criminal
If Criminal, what are they in for?: Armed Robbery, Attempted Murder, Battery and Assault
Theme Song: Iron Man by Black Sabbath
Name: Alfred G. Farrell
Nickname(s)/Alias: Ace (by most people who don't know him too well), Alfie (only by family, little by friends)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: American
Age: 20
Birthday: March 28
Birthplace: Queens, New York
Gender/Sex: Male
APPEARANCE
Body Type/Shape: He's fit for his age, but not to the point where he has bulging muscles or anything, also being a bit lean
Height/Weight: 5'11, 164 lbs
Skin Color: Creamy, fair skin
Hair Color: Dark brown
Hairstyle: Clean cut, almost cropped looking
Eye Color: Steel blue
Facial Features: Oblong head shape with a Nordic nose and somewhat narrow/hooded eyes, having slightly thick eyebrows
Body Features: He has a two inch cut below his left eye going diagonal towards his nose from a fight he'd been in, the wound not all the way faded away
1st Outfit: Mandatory orange jumpsuit that reads "INMATE" in big, bold black letters on the back, followed by his prison number which is "51202" said on the front of the suit, also in big, bold black letters.
2nd Outfit: SWAT gear from a dead officer
3rd Outfit: A black and white flannel with a black tank top underneath, followed by a black zip up hoodie and dark blue (with a greenish tint to them) Levi jeans, along with tan, combat boots.
BACKGROUND/PERSONALITY
Family: He lived with both of his parents, Samson and Alice Farrell who are both alive when the outbreak starts, but don't come into play in the story. He eventually moved in with his Aunt Tammie, who dies before he gets the chance to see her again.
Background:
Ace was born in Queens, New York, where he lived for most of his life with both of his parents. Nothing really climatic happened during his childhood: His parents were big Wall Street and Manhattan business workers so they weren't really around for him when he was growing up, Ace seeing his babysitter as more of a parent than his real ones. Still, he never had any bitter feelings towards them, as he knew they would be home with him if they could be (and they were), so he loved them dearly and vice versa.
In school, Ace wasn't very popular, but it wasn't for any unnatural reasons. As a kid, socializing just wasn't really his thing, as he liked to keep to himself for the most part. He was a very competitive kid growing up however, turning even the simplest things into challenges and competitions with the few friends he had. When he won, he'd make sure to gloat about it, but when he lost, if he wasn't getting mad about it, he'd just spend more time trying to better himself until he was. Because of this, some of the kids didn't want to hang out with him because they believed he was a very intense guy. Thus, he gained the nickname "Ace", which he gladly referred himself to.
Things didn't really start getting bad for him until the last year of middle school when people were starting to get on his bad side. Ace won't lie and say that people picked fights with him because he was a try hard. No, he was well aware that all the fights he'd get into were his fault alone. This is because he has a short temper and a very confrontational personality. He wouldn't use that as an excuse to hurt people though, he wasn't that kind of guy. Still, it seemed almost like a routine for him to get into a fight with someone who might of just looked at him sideways, said a comment under their breath, or even just didn't reply to him when he was talking. Fights got worse and worse as the months went by, and he started getting suspended a lot. This led to him going to the streets.
He spent a lot of his time in the Bronx. He was known for both good and bad things there. He helped out homeless a lot, being the kind of guy to give someone twenty dollars if they needed it. But at the same time, he was also stealing from people, becoming a great con artist and petty thief by the time he was sixteen in high school. Stealing filled some sick adrenaline rush he'd been longing for, and pretty soon, it was just another hobby to him. He knew how to lockpick cars and would often steal them off the street and sell them for money. On top of this, he did a lot of parkouring, also finding it a fun things to do during his suspensions.
Much of this criminal life was short lived however, as he eventually started getting caught for his crimes. Rather being reported to the police though, he was merely beat up on the spot. One time someone beat him up so bad he had to go to the hospital due to a broken arm, nose, and busted mouth. His parents were heartbroken when they saw him, and he was too. They felt the environment for him in New York was too dangerous for him to keep living there. Without any protest from him, as he actually agreed on the spot, they sent him to live with his aunt in Seattle, Washington. A new leaf was being turned.
Ace had to repeat the sophomore grade, which was awkward to him, but an understandable punishment for what he's been doing. He paid more attention in school, tried to manage his anger a bit more with tactics his therapist would tell him to do (take deep breaths, count to ten, flip a pen around, that kind of stuff), and actually got more involved with other hobbies (like sports and parkour). A lot of people knew who he was at the school by the end of junior year and it was a big boost to his ego. Still, something felt missing to him.
By senior year, he just didn't feel right. He felt like an empty shell of himself, holding in all this anger he's been building up since he's moved here. When he felt himself sinking back to his old ways, he began to panic a bit, wanting to at least finish high school before even thinking about fucking himself over again. He managed to push himself through senior year and even managed to get a girlfriend too, her name being Quinn.
He loved Quinn a lot, as he'd started dating her around the first year he moved to Washington. She was everything he could have asked for in a girl, Quinn being one of the many things that motivated him to graduation. They'd met in class, in fact, Ace could remember every detail from that day when they met. She quickly became everything to him, and he practically worshiped her. The tragic thing for him too, was that he knew she could never return that truly passionate/intense love he showed her, and people often told him that their relationship wouldn't work out, but he didn't care. He loved her too much to want to leave; true infatuation. The slightest bit of care she showed him, was enough to keep him by. But then when they both graduated, new problems arised.
He knew he wanted to be with this girl for the rest of his life, and they even moved in with each other straight out of high school. But when poverty became an issue, he began to fear that she'd want to leave for someone else if he couldn't find a way to support her. Every job he'd get he'd quickly lose, and pretty soon he could see that she was starting to lose hope in their relationship. The thought of her leaving was enough to keep him up at night, and thus, he began to sink back into his old ways.
Being a thief was as natural as breathing for him, and he found he was making more money doing that than by doing any other job someone had for him. He started bringing money home for the both of them through Grand Theft Auto and mugging people on the street. He believed he could make this relationship work this way. But soon he noticed Quinn would go out a lot, not coming home until late at night or sometimes not until the next day. He knew she was lying whenever she tried to give him an excuse as to why she wouldn't come home anymore. He found evidence of her cheating on him soon after, but he loved her so much that he stayed in denial and didn't even mention that he knew. He just didn't want her to leave. But it was as clear as day that she wanted to go, refusing to even look at him some days unless she needed something for when she'd go out. Time and time again he found himself alone in his apartment, wondering where his life was going. Angered and alone, he began to blame their failed relationship on himself. Then he got careless.
During one of his usual catches, he got reckless, violence blinding him from frustration. He attempted to rob a guy of his car and ended up beating the guy senseless on the side of the road with the end of his gun, leaving him a bloody mess by the time the police arrived. He was arrested for armed robbery, attempted murder, battery and assault, having to serve ten to life after also being linked to other recent robberies. While in jail waiting to be sent to prison, he received a call from Quinn who basically (to summarize), said that this relationship would no longer work out now that he's locked up.
As of current time, he's being shipped to prison a very angry and detached man.
Occupation: Unemployed
Alignment: True Neutral
Main Traits: Adventurous, daredevil, confident/courageous, tough, versatile, energetic, positive/optimistic, passionate, intense, insensitive, arrogant, stubborn, impulsive/ impetuous, impatient, undisciplined, childish, confrontational, easily distracted, brazen, innovated, open, selfish, jealous, vane, prideful, egotistical, ruthless/foolhardy, and violent.
Personality: The best way to describe Ace's personality, is that you either love him or you hate him. He's naturally adventurous, loving to experience things he's never gone through before, even if they are terrifying. Being an adrenaline junkie on the side, he's quite the daredevil and will never back down from a challenge. He's confident and courageous, naturally being a tough guy who won't stand for anyone's bullshit. But, even with a low tolerance he is versatile, knowing when the right time is to change (social wise). He's a very optimistic guy, never being one to look on the negative side of things. He's a very passionate man about the things and peoples he loves too, his loyalty being with said thing/person until death do them part (even if things get a bit chaotic for him). However, to mention again, he has a very low tolerance for bullshit. Because of this, he can come off as very insensitive (which he'll gladly admit he is), and if he doesn't feel the need to care about something he won't. His energetic and daredevil side makes him rather arrogant of his abilities, and his stubborn nature won't convince him otherwise that he is the best at what he does. On another negative note, he's rather impulsive, thinking with his gut rather his brain at times as he's the kind of guy to shoot first and not ask questions at all (so he's definitely not a good leader). He's impatient when he has to wait too long and will keep things moving on his own, not being very disciplined and rather childish. His anger can get the best of him as he's very confrontational to people he doesn't like, being easily distracted at times by the pettiest of things. Overall, his personality is very brazen, as he puts himself out their all in first impressions, which could either be a good thing or a bad thing. He can be someone's neutered little puppy or a violent grizzly bear depending on his mood. But believe it or not, he is a man who can change his ways with the right care.
Fears/Phobias: He fears feeling oppressed and failure.
Medical Conditions: Recovering smoker
Strength:
*Brave - His competitive and adventurous personality makes him a very brave and ambitious man
* Good Heart - Despite many of his negative traits, his heart is often in the right place, and he will easily stand up for the lesser, especially during times of injustice
* Lock Pick Skills - Nothings stays locked for too long when he's around
* Athletic - He works out a lot, and because of this is a very athletic man as he can get around and do heavy lifting with ease
Weakness:
* Temper - Ace has a very short temper and can go off to the lightest of things at times (part of the reason why he's locked up)
* Arrogant - His overconfidence is rather bothersome to those around him
* Impulsive - Tends to do things sometimes before thinking it out
* Jealous - When really passionate about something, he can be a very jealous man about it
* Violent - He's very violent when he gets angry, and in an all out fit of rage, might not even realize what he's doing (kind of blacks out during those times)
Favorite
Animal: German Shepherds, Golden Retrievers, just about any kind of big dog
Book: 1984 by George Orwell
Color: Red
Drink: Black coffee
Film: Fight Club
Food: Steak and Sushi (California Rolls specifically)
Music: Classic Rock
Season: Summer
Least Favorite
Animal: Any kind of big cat (i.e. lions, tigers, bobcats, mountain lions, etc.)
Book: The Twilight series
Color: Anything neon colored as it hurts his eyes
Drink: Tea
Film: Doesn't have a least favorite film
Food: Tofu
Music: Most pop or radio music
Season: Winter
Likes: Sports (like field hockey, track, soccer, basically anything that's a field sport), coffee, dark jokes, watching movies (he's actually a big movie buff), listening to music, playing RPG and FPS video games, things that get his blood pumping (the adrenaline junkie kinda stuff), hanging out on weekends, being on top of things, feeling smart, dogs (he LOVES dogs), parkouring, and car rides.
Dislikes: People testing his intelligence, people who think they're better than him, feeling smaller than others, being held in one place for too long, tea, pop music, cold weather, loud noises, whiny people, people who are too shy for their own good, authority figures, and goody-two-shoes.
Hobbies: Sports, listening to music, parkouring, stealing
Religion: Catholic
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Love Interest: Wants someone who pays attention to him, along with being devoted and passionate. He probably wouldn't admit it, but he likes being babied and "whipped" per say (meaning he doesn't mind a controlling girlfriend who dictates his actions). He wants to be let known that he is loved, and doesn't want someone submissive. Someone he won't get bored with.
Turn Ons: He likes girls with big brown eyes and a lot of confidence. He also likes short girls, finding energetic and outgoing girls to be the most attractive. He also likes when people put up a challenge as he's a very competitive guy and it turns him on greatly. He also likes mean girls too, finding their rudeness rather attractive. Tends to lean towards girls not of his race as well, but doesn't judge either way. He also doesn't mind girls with low self esteem as he wouldn't mind building them up.
Turn Offs: Won't even both with shy girls, or girls who are loners. Doesn't like blondes with blue eyes AT ALL (because they look like his mom and he finds it uncanny), or girls who are pushovers or goody-two-shoes.
EXTRA
Voice/Accent: His voice isn't too deep but isn't too high pitched either, sounding husky and hoarse at times but not to the point where it's overwhelming. He has a strong accent that mixes between the Queens and the Bronx, his accent often rubbing people off the wrong way from how thick it is.
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Optional Vehicle: Used to drive his aunt's Shelby Mustang gt500 1967 Eleanor, which is still back at her house if he ever went back to get it
Preferred Weapon: He's good with small armed guns (like SMG's and pistols), along with melee weapons, so get him that and he's good to go. However, heavy assault rifles or swords won't do for him too well and might get someone killed.