can i join?
name: Mark Trent
Age:22
sex:male
personality: likes to be alone...
looks: one sided hair,pale skin
Bio: taken by the police because he killed his friend that became a zombie... but the police didnt believe his story
so he was taken to the police... when on going to the police station the car he was in... flip over because there was a mutated zombie in the hood of his car... after the car flipped the mutated zombie dissapears suddenly...
while in pain Mark gets the knife,45 caliber(but only 3 bullets) and a handcuff... he quickly ran (:lol) into the police station just a few blocks away... when he finally reached the station... (and this is the starting point)
starter weapon(s): knife,45 caliber(but only 3 bullets) and a handcuff
name: Chris Redfield
Age: 25(?)
Sex: Male
Personality: Investigative, Helpful, Known to Disregard orders if endangers team, Intelligent, Protective of most, especially opposite sex, such as his sister and Jill.
Looks: S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Uniform, Black buzzed hair.
Bio: After being kicked out of the Air Force, Chris became a drifter until he met Barry Burton. Barry recruited him for the newly formed S.T.A.R.S. Now Chris has been reassigned to a smaller unit at Raccoon City headquarters to prove himself quickly. A tough guy who possesses both strong mental skills and great vitality, Chris has a great advantage with weapons when surrounded by many enemies.
A member of special tactics force S.T.A.R.S., Chris is tough with a will of iron and body of steel. He is good at handling firearms. A former Air Force pilot, he's a top-notch airman. After solving the "mansion incident," he transferred to Europe with his team members Jill and Barry to seek the truth.
Chris: "Whenever the phone rings in the middle of the night. I know someone's dead who wasn't dead the day before. Happens all the time. Except when it's a wrong number. Like this totally drunk woman who thought I was her long lost lover. Or the idiot who tied up my line with a long monologue in Portuguese.
I've had this late-night fear of the phone for five years now, ever since a state police chaplain called me at two a.m. to tell me my parents were dead. Their vacation van had been crushed by a runaway big rig. The coroner had to ID them through dental records, they were mangled so bad."
Starting Weapon: S.T.A.R.S Custom 9mm Baretta, 8 Inch Bowie Knife, SG 550(1 clip).