(I saw your topics, and I don't roleplay that way. Infact, I don't think that really is roleplay. Roleplay to me is telling a story through paragraphs. This is my example, but feel free to join in.)

Name: Cindy Lennox
Age: 24
Occupation: Waitress
Weapon: Pistol

Brushing her hand through her hair, Cindy sighed, staring up at the television. Her shift was almost done, and she had a rough day. A few guys got a tid bit rowdy earlier, and tried grabbing her. Picking up empty beer glasses and taking them around to the sink, a sound met Cindy's ear. A loud scream, as it seemed. She droppped the glasses, stumbling over, looking around. One of the men there stared blankly at her. She blushed, embarassed, and picked up the glass shards. Throwing them away into the trash can, another noise was heard. It sounded as if it were coming from the bathroom.

Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the Ladies restroom. The screaming ensued, and Cindy opened the door. Walking in, she saw another waitress slapping her hands onto the back of a man ontop of her.

"Alright, you too, cut it out. This isn't a room that's for this kind of stuff." Cindy said, tired.

The man kept groaning, as the girl screamed in pain. Seeing a red liquid dripping onto the floor, Cindy shrieked. Grabbing onto a nearby mop, she smacked the man over the head with it. He kept biting into the skin of the girl, as Cindy began crying.

"Somebody please help!" She cried, looking for assistance.

Taking mop across his throat, she applied her knee into his neck, after a brief struggle, the mop snapped, and Cindy pulled him off of her. She was flinching, barely breathing, as the man went after Cindy. As soon as this happened, the door flung open with five men beating at the bloody man. His eyes were fully white, and Cindy looked over at the dead waitress next to her. She was terrified, and had no idea what was going on.

The men at the door looked at Cindy, then looked at the girl next to her, taking her by her feet, they went over to the telephone, and called the Ambulance.

( Role play IS actually what we were doing. )

(Not my defininition of it. On all of the Resident Evil sites I was on, not one of them "roleplayed" in that way.)

(As I will. This section will require some cleanup later on, but for now, we'll both post in here.)

(Yeah, your basic bar, trying to get out of the city. But yes, this is the start of a new roleplay. It's based on Resident Evil Outbreak's first scenario.)

(Yeah, go for it. )

Nice story 5/5 I like this better leon so yea

Another question, Chloe: Do I have to RP one of the Outbreak characters, or can I bring in an original (which I'd prefer)?

(Oh, feel free to use any character to your liking. As long as they aren't enhanced and have a magical sword, I think you're good.)

I think this will turn out good. This is now our official out of character talking zone.

Okay, here's my character. She's original, not an established character.

Name: Captain November "Nova" Massaro

Age: 28

Gender: F

Race: Caucasian

Physical Description:


Occupation: Commander, UBCS Echo Platoon

Personality: Friendly, but not out-going.

Background History: Joined the US Marine Corps after high-school and went active duty in 1988. Served in Desert Storm in '90-'91. During a classified operation in Africa in '92, Staff Sergeant Massaro assaulted and murdered her commanding officer and was convicted by a military tribunal and sentenced to life imprisonment, though all details concerning the case are classified.
Escaped her sentence shortly after the trial and came under employment by Umbrella through unknown circumstances. Quickly rising in rank, she assumed command of UBCS Echo Platoon shortly before the outbreak in Raccoon City.

Weapon(s): 5.56x45mm M4 Carbine w/ Surefire 500 foregrip & 40mm M203 grenade launcher attachment, SIG-Sauer P226 9mm sidearm, combat knife, assortment of grenades.

Armour: RAV ballistic attack vest

Abilities: Expert in urban and melee combat, excellent leadership capabilities

Intended Area/World of use: The Beginning of the End

I await your (hopeful) approval, Chloe.