Head Hunters. (Open and Accepting)

[Valchyrie]

Welcome!​

Hello there, and welcome to the first group roleplay I'm trying to create on BM. I will start out with stating the rules:

1: This roleplay is for people that are interested in an actual plot, and not sex. Sex is allowed yes, but I don't want to see it right away, and constantly.

2: Romance is fine if you want that constantly, but don't go and be all alone with each other, and leave the rest of the group, then it's not a group roleplay, and you might as well have started your own one on one roleplay.

3: Interact with everyone, don't leave anyone alone, it's not fun for any of us.

4: Don't god mod, unless you have talked with me about it, and the characters that are going to be involved in the coming event, if you do, you will get one warning, and only one warning, then you're out.

5: Please read the story, don't just say you want to join and then post something random that doesn't follow the story. With that being said, don't make your character 20 years old, that won't fit in with the story. Make them older.

6: Send me a PM saying what gender you want to play, so I can reserve it for you while waiting for a profile =).

I think that was it for the rules. It's not to sound angry or like a bitch, I'm actually a good person xD. But please do try to follow these rules. If you have any questions, just ask me and I'll answer them the best I can.

Finally, this is a roleplay with room for six people (for now, more can come in if required and needed and if people really want to be in it), but for now, it's six people, and it's three boys, and three girls, to keep it equal with men and women.

I think that was it for now ^^ Hope you'll find it interested. Plot will be in the post under this ^^.

Guy 1: Taken.

Guy 2: Open.

Guy 3: Open.

Woman 1: Taken by me (Valchyrie).

Woman 2: Taken.

Woman 3: Taken.

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Head Hunters​

We have all watched the movies. We’ve all laughed when they made funny movies out of the originals. We’ve all sat with friends in the darkness, watching those movies. And if you didn’t like the serious ones, you probably liked the comedy ones. But this is not a movie anymore, this is reality. The Zombies have appeared, and the world as we know it, is no more. No one had foreseen this incident, no one had planned for it to come, and no one believed it could actually come. But here they were, rising from the ground, and appearing out of the darkness. There was no emergency plan for this kind of catastrophically event, which the president could put into motion, no defense system that could hold them away. There were simply too many of them, and the fact that no one had seen this coming, meant that no one had ever considered making a defense plan. They had one choice, to nuke the entire area the zombies first came from. Problem was that the virus, or whatever it was that had spread, had already spread to other countries, to other states. It had spread with incredible speed, and before anyone could do anything, they were all over the place.

But there was one thing that seemed strange. The city that the first zombies had appeared at, somehow kept them locked in that city. As soon as they reached the edge of the city and tried to walk out of the city, it was like a wall was in their way. But what was even stranger, was the fact that this city was the only city that kept the zombies locked in place. So, why this city? And how did the infection spread so fast to other parts of the world, if they couldn’t leave the city? No one had an answer for it, and those scientists that were left, could not find a reasonable explanation for this, it just made no sense at all. The army, or what was left of it, had tried many times to drive into that city, with their tanks and guns, and tried killing them all. But every time it seemed like they had killed everyone, new zombies appeared three hours later, on the clock. And while this kept going on, the zombies became more and more, and stronger and stronger. It seemed like there was no way out of this, yet.

But even in times like these, there were six people roaming the countries and states, having fun with killing the zombies, driving over them, making their own customized weapons, which no one would have thought could ever exist in real life. Like a blade gun, or blade canon, something you only saw in the video games. But these six people, had done a good amount of killing over the last ten years, and they were still roaming the streets and countries, having fun. Though, they did not know each other, since they worked individually. But all over the world, those that had heard of them, and seen them, had given them a name. They were called, the Head Hunters.

The one organization that is left in this world, is known as the World Wide Survivors, and this organization have given the Head Hunters an offer of a life time. They are hired to find the reason behind all this, and if they do, they will be the six richest people in the world, and they would get a really great time going on a zombie killing spree together. They have been told to meet at a survival base in France, where the third outbreak appeared. They do not want to send the Head Hunters to the first place yet, since it seems there could be proof in France too. So the Head Hunters sets their journey towards France, towards the survival base, to meet their new group of killers.

 

[Valchyrie]

¤ Sophia ¤ Catastroph ¤​

Sophia had been contacted with the offer from the World Wide Survival Organization, and she would of course accept the deal. She got a lot of cash, and she got a fun time killing zombies, and for a reason now, besides the obvious reason, to survive. She couldn't wait for this rampage to start, it was going to be a fucking blast. But, of course, she would have to remember that the job was to find the reason, and not just to drive over every zombie, and shoot every zombie that she would meet on her way. She smiled at the thought anyway though, as she continued driving on her motorcycle. Though it was no ordinary motorcycle. It was a motorcycle with four big thick wheels, and seemed to be made out of thick, yet lightweight armour. She grinned, it was the perfect vehicle to run over zombies without getting into too much danger herself, plus, the blades that were attached to the front of the motorcycle, on each side, helped keeping the zombies away too. She had her MP3 player plucked in her ears too as she drove, of course wearing a helmet, she didn't want to die if she should crash, or get something thrown in her head, no one would like that, especially not in this kind of world. The last thing she would accept, was the zombies to get her, she would kill herself if those were the last two options she had in life.

With those thoughts running through her head, she continued driving down the highway in France, that would lead to the base she would meet up at. She couldn't wait to meet this other group of people that she were going to work with, the other Head Hunters. She wondered if they were just as good as her, and if they had some good weapons, like she did. She loved her micro-bomb rifle, or her SA-10, Step-Aside, as she also called it. Of course her shotgun was precious to her too, her gun too, every weapon that she carried was precious to her. She loved her grenades too, it was hilarious to watch the zombies blow into piece each time they tried getting away from the grenades, or actually tried eating them. She had seen that happen before, and she had laughed so hard that a zombie nearly got her. She smiled at the thought and then continued concentrating on the road ahead of her. She was almost there, only a little longer and she would be at the survival base, and hopefully, she would be able to get a cold beer. She was so thirsty, especially for some alcohol, she hadn't had any in a good long while now.

Finally she reached the base, and she was let in right away. People tended to open the gates right away, as soon as a survivor came towards them, since they clearly weren't a zombie. As she parked the motorcycle at the small parking space they had, she looked around a little. Their base was the Louvre? That was just freaking awesome. She wondered if they still had Mona Lisa hanging in there. She grinned and shook her head slightly, taking off her helmet and walking into the Louvre, taking the elevator down into the basement. There she was greeted by what seemed to be a general. "Hello Miss Catastroph, and welcome to The Louvre, the survival base in France, or one out of the few hundreds survival bases that are here in France. We, however, are the ones with the best military and survival training, and it's only a matter of time before the other bases fall." Sophia listened to him as she was lead to the bedrooms they would be sharing, her and the other Head Hunters that was. "Well Captn' that's not really my problem. I'm here for the money, and for the fun, and for the task, not for your other survival bases." they reached the bedrooms and walked into them. The captain nodded a little "Oh by it is Miss Catastroph, those bases are what you need to investigate, or at least the fallen ones, for now. If you don't find anything there, you will have to search the surviving bases, if they have survived at that time. For now, take a little time to relax, until your other members arrive." he said and then walked out. Sophia sighed and sat down on the bed that was hers, shaking her head a little, this wasn't what she had planned for.

 

[BoiToi]

Emily downshifted as the chopped ambulance plowed into a mass of zombies, the front end sporting an old 'cow pusher' plow. The initial impact caught half a dozen of the mindless swarm at the ankles and knees, cutting them down instantly. Heads impacting off top of the plow with several more impacting right on the hood. Thick viscous blood spraying the cage covered windshield, causing the woman to instantly turn on the wipers before jerking the wheel to the side and narrowly avoiding an abandoned car in the middle of the road. The sudden movement having the added bonus of flinging several zombies off that had clung to the broad vehicle. Emily hoped to reach her destination before the remaining zombies had a chance to catch up.

Not long after she saw the twisted metal framework that had once been the pyramid sitting out in front of the Louvre. From the look of her GPS, that appeared to be her destination. Confirmed the moment she pulled up out front and several soldiers opened fire on a few stragglers still clinging to the vehicle. Emily winced at the sharp rapport echoing across the roof. Once they were clear, the heavy gates swung open long enough for her to pull the rig inside before they slammed shut once more.

Emily stood up from the driver's seat, hunched over a bit as she slipped into the back to snatch up her jump bag loaded with medical supplies. There was always a need for something whenever she pulled into one of these outposts, and this one seemed far better supplied than most. By the time she hopped out of the bck of the rig and slammed the door shut once more she was already being approached by someone in uniform. The woman slung the bag up on her shoulder. "Doctor Vaughn?" He asked, assuming from her choice of vehicle, Emily nodded curtly in response. "I'm instructed to escort you to the quarters that have been made avaliable for you until the others arrive..."

A hint of a grin curling the corners of her lips as she nodded again, taking a moment to look the 'soldier' over. She swore he couldnt be any older than she had been when she'd first picked up a gun. Emily nodded again, indicating that he should lead the way. Once inside she took a moment to look around at all of the once priceless artworks still on display before she was shown to an elevator and taken down into the sub basement of the aging museum. Once the doors opened once more instinct kicked in causing her to take a quick look at the presented hallway in search of undead terrors. The only other people however, besides herself and her escort, was another soldier with some rank from the looks of it and another Headhunter... probably the owner of the souped up four wheeler she saw out front.

 

[Tr1ckY_1337]

'When all hope is lost, the only thing I put my faith into is the bullet that goes through your brain...'

There was no loud discharge of a rifle or the flash of muzzle fire. No, Leone Durante Angelo was never one for loud noises and flashing lights. Especially when it came to his work.

He peered up over the scope of his HK MSG90, watching the zombie fall to the ground with a new hole to breathe out of. It only joined its brothers and sisters in a heaping pile of rotting zombie carcasses, already a flock of crows circling above. Anyone would understand what this was. It was the universal symbol that something was dead, and the crows were ready to tear at it. Leone was not interested in watching them dine, so after picking himself up and throwing on his hood, the Head Hunter began to walk over to the black and red sports bike he had found in Normandy a few weeks ago. It made a hell of a lot of noise, which pissed him off to no end, but it sure beat walking to the Louvre.

"Oh." He said to no one in particular, leaning against the bike while slinging the rifle across his back. From his pockets, he pulled out a small pencil and notepad. Flipping through the pages, they all had dashes with a diagonal slash across four of them to signal a fifth dash. On the front of the notepad read "Head Shots". After several page turns, he came to where he had left off, and immediately put down the number of head shots he got from this group. "There. 99." The notepad and pencil went back into their rightful home. Straddling the motorcycle, he then brought it to life and drove down the road. It would not be too long.

The Louvre was in sight, the hooded Hunter stopping right before the gates until the soldiers outside identified who he was. Being from Italy himself, they were a bit more familiar with Leone than possibly the other Head Hunters, though he was not sure if his stories outdid those of the others. In fact, how many were there? The call he received only said other Head Hunters, no specific number given. He thought upon this even as he came inside, pulling off to the side to keep the motorcycle away from the bloody looking ambulance and the other flashy looking motorcycle. That one simply gave him a headache as he imagined the loud noises it gave off. How annoying.

"Mr. Angelo, correct? I've been ordered to esco-" Leone held up his hand, as if to silence him for a moment. Holding the keys in his hand, he suddenly tossed them to the soldier, giving a light grunt as he walked passed him. "Hate that thing, take it. And I don't care what you were ordered to do. Take me wherever I'm s'posed to go, and then get out of my face." The cold tone of an Italian accent poured from his lips, eyes burning with an obvious detest for being here. He was quite content with sitting on top of the old apartment where he used to live, but now he had to help these fools? If it was not for the money, Leone would have said no.

The soldier was at a loss for words at the rude reply, but simply gave a nod and lead him through the Louvre. Leone kept his eyes forward, even with the beautiful, creative art that they passed by. They were soon placed in an elevator, and the descent down began. It was then that another soldier cleared his throat and spoke. "Mr. Angelo, how did you do it?"

"Do what?" Leone asked with an aggravated tone.

"What you did. You were pretty much right in the middle of a highly populated zone when the outbreak began. And, rumors say that you even killed your own family once they turned. How did you do it?" The soldier asked again, adjusting the rifle slung on his shoulder.

The Head hunter crossed his arms and remained silent for a minute. Whether it be he was contemplating his answer or simply ignoring the soldier was unknown. The curious soldier rubbed the back of his head and then stood there as the ride soon came to an end, the doors opening as they began to walk out. Leone exited first and then looked over his shoulder. The soldier looked back in surprise, a bit nervous. "They wanted to kill me, so I killed them first. Simple as that." He said without much emotion, the walk to the resting quarters short and sweet as he entered and left the other soldiers that escorted him.

Once inside, Leone immediately spotted the occupants. Two Head Hunters and a soldier with rank. "Afternoon." Was all he said to everyone before looking around, not bothering to find which cot would be his. Instead, he just chose a random one and set the bag, rifle, and holster that held his submachine gun down. It was a heavy weight off his shoulder, allowing the Head Hunter to let out a small, quiet sigh. He needed ammunition as soon as he could grab it. However, he had a feeling he would have to wait for the other Head Hunters. Patience was never one of his virtues. Only when it came to getting a headshot.

 

[Valchyrie]

¤ Sophia ¤ Catastroph ¤​

Sophia looked up from the bed as the first of the crew members came into the room, the captain that had followed her around had left the room now, leaving her alone in there, until the new girl came into the room that was. She shrugged a little, as she watched the first girl come in and settle down, this was one down, now they just needed five more. This was going to be very interesting indeed. She pulled her weapons off her back, and put them down on the bed, including her gun and her knives. She put her motorcycle helmet on the bed too. She had a hat on too, even under the helmet, she could easily wear it, and she fixed it slightly after having put everything on the bed, making sure it sat perfectly on her head. She kept her jacket closed, not exposing anything yet, though her figure gave a lot away, she wasn't exactly the small chested woman, rather large chested actually. She kept her MP3 player in her pockets though, making sure no one would take it, or try to anyway. She would, of course, never let anyone take her beloved MP3 player, and if someone actually managed to even touch it, she would cut off their hand, or hands, if they used both, without hesitation. She smiled a little at the thought, and just nodded to herself slightly.

She looked up when the first guy, third crew member, came into the room, looking at him for a moment, trying to take in what kind of guy he was. It was hard to judge, it was had to judge with the woman too for that matter, she just hadn't thought about it until the guy came into the room. She was beginning to realize that this group of people, were going to be a great and fun group, despite how gloomy the guy seemed to be. Though it didn't bother her that much. It wasn't like she was being paid to be best friends with them, all she had to do, was to work together with them during this job, and then they could get back to their own private business. Of course, if they figured out what had started the zombie spawning, she wasn't sure if there would be anymore zombies left afterwards. Who knew? Maybe they found a cure, or a way to kill them all, and that way, they wouldn't have any zombies to kill after their job was done. She sighed at the thought, she had started to like living with the zombies and the few survival humans she met now and then. It seemed to easy to just live like this. You got easy money, food was easy to get too, since people could still make food grow in the surviving towns and cities and bases. That brought the playful smile on her face, oh how she loved to play around with the zombies whenever she got the chance.

Finally she turned her attention to the new people in the room again and stood up, leaning against the wall next to her bed, looking at them. She found a cigarette in her pocket, the last one, and grabbed her lighter too, lightning it and taking a drag of it before blowing out a smoke ring. She grinned a little and looked at them again "Welcome to the base Darlings. It's a pleasure to meet the first two crew members of this team. However, we are not fully gathered yet, and I doubt we will be any time soon." she smiled. As she spoke, a thick France accent came through. She wasn't ashamed of being from France, despite what stupid decisions they had taken during the world history. She was actually rather proud of it. Just look at what had happened in the world now. They had one of the largest survival bases in Europe, and it was in the Louvre, it couldn't be much better than that really. She grinned again at that thought, and took another drag of her smoke, blew out another smoke ring, and looked over at the two again. "My name is Sophia Catastroph. France own Head Hunter. As I said, a pleasure to meet you Darlings." she said, having that playful smile on her face again.

 

[xblackxrosesx]

Kali laughed to her as she quickly started to run over zombie after zombie just like in her video games. Her car was made for anything, bars over her windows and windshield so noting could break throw to grab her if they so happen to stick to her car and try to crawl over to her windows. The deeper she got into town, the more she avoid millions of an abandoned cars all over the road but its was just like a raceway for to be passing by so many cars and killing the undead was the prize.

Soon she stated thinking about where she was going as she went throw the streets in France, that would lead to the base she would meet up at. She couldn't wait to meet this other group of people that she were going to work with, and hopeful after being so alone, she would not be as alone then she has then the pass few months.

She looked over at the seat next to her and smiled at her sword that had a seat belt like some other person was sitting there with her but it was better, it was the most beautiful sword is the world that got the job done. She turned back at the road and quickly did a sharp turn , almost missing where i was going. Very soon she pulled up out front a big gate and several soldiers were standing there. open my door, showing her ID. Once she were clear, the heavy gates swung open long enough for her to pull the her deathproof ride inside before they could slammed the gate shut once more.

When she was inside, she parked her car then was already being approached by someone in uniform "your little late, your Kali Dawn right?"
she nodded then said " lead the way then!" quickly picking her bag and He nodded taking her inside and she took a moment to look around at all of the artworks shown to an elevator and taken down into the sub basement. Once the doors opened kicked in causing her to take a quick look at the presented hallway. The only other people however, besides herself and her escort as they walked down the hallway and the man stopped at a room with other people and hearing someone saying their name and i say " nice to meet you too as well, Sophia"

 

[Tr1ckY_1337]

Leone had been busily checking over his gear for a moment, hood still placed atop his head while he faced away from the now three Head Hunters. The shifting of mechanical parts could be heard as the Italian man picked up the sniper rifle and unloaded the clip, pulling back on the bolt to release the bullet that was inside the chamber. Taking the single round, he placed it within the magazine and flipped the safety on the body of the rifle. This what he often did in his down time; just inspecting his rifle for anything that could prove to be an issue in the future. If everything checked out fine, Leone would often polish and clean the firearm, but recently (due to having to make it to the Lourve), the marksman never found time to properly attend to the weapon. He adjusted the scope slightly, aligning correctly before setting it down gently on the cot, switching over to the suppressed submachine gun. That was when he heard one of the Head Hunters speak, hints of a French accent creeping into his ears.

What especially caught his ear however was the sound of an exhale after an inhale of a cigarette. He turned his head slightly, only a tuft his hear and the mechanism that covered his mouth visible due to the hood he wore. "I hate to be rude, but if you're smoking, then you're all putting us at risk of lung cancer and heart disease." The tone was almost stuck up and condescending, but he did have a point considering the dangers of secondhand smoking. "The sidestream smoke emitted from the lit end of your cigarette has a higher concentration of carcinogens, while the mainstream smoke coming from your exhalation contains smaller particles of the said agent, allowing easy entrance within the body's cells. Interestingly enough, passive smoking kills non-smokers more than it does actual smokers. Curious, did you know that 46,000 deaths from heart disease were the result of passive smoking last year? Really useless knowledge now unless we find a smoking undead walking outside." Almost as if to emphasize his point, the cock of his submachine rang out in the air while his head was still turned. It was returned to his holster, freeing Leone's attentions.

He turned around completely, amber eyes visible as he looked to the French Head Hunter named, Sophia Catastroph. That was about the time when another female Head Hunter entered, eyes darting to her briefly. He gave a gentle nod as welcome, saying nothing.

If one gave a closer inspection of those amber colored eyes, they would observe something a bit peculiar. Around the irises, there were small traces of hazel within them, making almost what appeared to be a star shape appear. His heterochromia did happen to set him apart from most people. It was an interesting color that all the males in his family had. His father had told him it was a symbol of past royalty during old times. His mother would laugh and just say it was something the boys had. Either way, Leone could care less. So long as it did not make him blind, he was content with whatever they were.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Catastroph." Leone said right after the new arrival. "I am Leone Durante Angelo, Italian native." He introduced himself, crossing his arms as he stood there. "I look forward to working with you all." The tone that was carried on his words betrayed his true intentions somewhat. It sounded dull and bored, almost uncaring. He could only imagine how long it would take before he warmed up to this crowd.