Name: Kara Designation: Division Sleeper Agent Age: 23

Appearance: Kara is about five feet, five inches tall with straight, black hair that falls to her shoulders and a milk chocolate skin tone. She rarely leaves her hair down, even having a habit of re-tying a perfectly good ponytail or bun when she's thinking or nervous. She has full lips and a more petite nose than most African Americans. Her eyes are hazel-green gems that seem to ignite in the sunlight. Her body is lean and fit from her pervious and daily physical training, but still has nice curve to it. She wears slightly worn, rude-fit blue jeans and a light grey, thermal, long sleeve tee shirt under an army-green, Kevlar vest and a wool-lined, brown leather, hooded coat. She has an army green, composite thigh holster held on by the same colored straps and belt. Her backpack is a Division issued, field tan go-bag. It's a single strapped, survival backpack equipped with an onboard computer attached to the strap on her shoulder. It's about the size of a cellphone with a circular, orange ring that lights up on connection to frequencies and during active duty. The pack has a smart magnetic hold on the right side where an extra gun can be placed. It can also hold seventy-two hours worth of food and water. Finally she has a Division issued, black watch with the same orange ring as the pack computer, ISAAC.

Bio: Kara, like many other Division Agents, was an orphaned baby, adopted in secret by members of the Strategic Homeland Division to become sleeper agents among the public, waiting to be activated in the event of dire need. She lead a fairly normal childhood, not unlike any well-managed orphanage. She was sent to southern Indiana when she was eighteen after several years of tactical training and life skills education. With a steady, slightly over middle class paycheck and decent apartment she lead a normal life for five years until the virus attack. On Black Friday, 2016 millions of US bank notes (dollars) were contaminated with an advanced, highly contagious, drug-resistant strain of smallpox by an unknown party. The country was overtaken by the virus practically over night. After three days and a huge mortality percentage of the population, the president issued a state of crisis. Two days after that, the president issued directive fifty-one, putting himself in power of the country without the other houses and activating The Division under his direct command. Thousands of agents all over the country were activated and sprang into action, including Kara, who first went to the government base in Indianapolis, then was deployed to the (fictional) Midwest City. There, her directive is to aid government ops and secure non-infected civilians.

Loadout: Kara mains a fairly simple, light weight M4 assault rifle equipped with a holographic sight, suppressor/silencer, and flashlight. Her sidearm is a Barretta m9, and her secondary is a short-barrel, pistol grip Remington 870 shotgun.

I've included the background of the thread in Kara's bio. You guys can tweek your character sheets as needed. For example if decides to join she can add her magic or abilities in the loadout section. As for and , I trust you guys can make a CS that'll fit. You can be one of three things, Government employed (military, officials, security officers, etc), Division Agents, or civilian (doctors, tech experts, plain civilians, etc). As most of you know, I'm fairly flexible. As long as it makes sense and isn't over powered, you're golden! I will edit in my intro post later, but feel free to get started if you're ready.

RULES! Just a couple things, please be ready to post once a day. If you can't post or are having writer's block, please let everyone know with an out of character post. If you're silent too long I'll inbox you.

I don't require an "OOC" before your OOC stuff so long as you use brackets or something I'm cool.

I don't require a posting order or anything, just use your judgment.

Tell me your favorite color if you read this post all the way through!

and I am backing out of this RP as I don't have the time to rock more that one and I want to focus on the Fallout one that I am about to start. I apologize for just bouncing.

No worries!

OoC//

I'll post everything tomorrow. Been working on the skeleton and such since you posted about it, just hadn't got it down quite right yet.

((OOC: I loved the beta, so if you can promise some sort of plot I'm in))

[its in the works. But I can promise that I have a direction right now so it's something lol. ]

((OOC: Alrighty, then!))

Name: Ben Lief Role: Division Agent Gender: Male Age: 30

Appearance: Ben stands at about 5' 9", and is of Thai-American descent. He has a rather lean, yet muscular build, with slightly tanned skin, or at least the closest thing you can get to a tan in New York. He has deep, dark hazel eyes to accent his shaggy black hair. His face is relatively angular, with a bit of stubble that has the potential to build into a light goatee which he idly scratches at on occasion. Ben wears a pair of black hiking boots along with a pair of Dark green cargo pants. He wears a simple ash grey hoodie underneath a black Kevlar vest, topped off with a dark brown leather jacket. Ben has a lightweight, black thigh holster on his leg to hold his sidearm. He also has a black double strapped standard JTF-issued backpack with the usual Division mini computer on the right strap, with a magnetic holster on the same side. It's usually stocked with things such as binoculars, rations, a lighter, and cigarettes, along with a variety of other essentials. Same as every other agent, he also owns the standard Division watch. Last but not least, he wears a gold Buddha amulet on a light gold chain around his neck.

Bio: Ben lived a pretty normal life. He was raised by his parents in a medium-sized apartment in the suburbs of New York. He went to a good high-school with an early college program and graduated with an A.S. degree, and was on his way to become a mechanical engineer. He had to cut his college career short when he married his wife, Eve Dunlap, a young woman of Vietnamese-American descent. When Ben was at the age of 23, the two of them had a beautiful daughter named June. Six years later, at the time of the outbreak of the "Green Poison", Ben was activated, being called to action, which he had no choice but to accept. A week later, Ben returned home to make sure his family were alright, only to find them dead due to the virus. As he contemplated his own death, he instead vowed to protect others as long as he could, knowing that's what Eve would have wanted.

Personality: Ben tries to be stoic most of the time, however he's usually lighthearted, laughing at and making jokes at the end of the day. In his downtime during the day, he likes to be alone and take a smoke for a while before returning to his assigned team to get the run-down. This can make him seem anti-social at times, but in reality it's simply his way of releasing stress halfway through the day.

Loadout: Ben usually uses a standard, black & brown Scar-H with an ACOG scope, handstop, and silencer. His sidearm is a simple M1911 with a compensator. Finally, his secondary is an SRS sniper rifle with a 12x scope, bipod, and muzzle break. His preferred ability is a pulse that highlights all enemy targets, including through walls. Favorite color: indigo

Name: Brian McCray Affiliation: CIA/PMC operative posted with an FBI agent Gender: Male Age: 32

Appearance: Brian is an Average 5'8 and a lean 160 pounds. Not a big dude, but his "attitude" makes up for it. He usually combs over his light brown hair, to keep it tidy and professional looking, with hazel eyes to match. He also shaves his face clean, so it wouldn't interfere with the seal on his gas mask. He wears a black pea coat over his ballistic vest, the inside lined with an absurd amount of pockets for extra magazines, grenades and whatnot. Black jeans and steel-toed combat boots complete the rest of his attire.

Bio: After serving in the US military for 10 years, Brian decided that making more money doing the same thing sounded like a solid plan. He grew up in Boston with both his parents and 3 other siblings under the same roof, Him being the oldest, A rather normal life, which bored him. Hence the high tempo life he lived now. As everyone knows, the CIA can't operate within the boarders of our country unless cooperating with another agency, which was why he was working with the FBI and the Division to help find the people behind the outbreak.

Personality: Sarcasm and profanity make up the man. He has to make up for the fact that he's a small dude with a mean streak a mile wide. Professional to the core, He's here for two things. To find the people responsible for the deaths of millions, and to make shitloads of money.

Loadout: Brian carries an m39 EMR (because he can afford more than just the standard m14) with a variable zoom scope/red dot combo (once again, go expensive or not at all), bipod and suppressor. A Jericho 941(.45 of course) as a side arm, along with a UMP45, which was also suppressed, with a holo sight on top. He also had an m48 Hawk hanging from a breakaway clip on a belt loop, for close encounters, and also shits 'n' giggles.

And sage. Sage is my favorite color

[ I want to wait for but if there's nothing after a while I'll write her in. ]

If it helps at all I'm probably going to write for an average female citizen since I have no knowledge of the artillery or equipment of the like. Though I have an idea on how she could be useful. So you are free to start, I can jump in after a bit of tweaking. Since I feel with three agents the first couple posts would be more towards that than an average person.

[ alright, , I'm at work so I will have something up soon!][i forgot to mention Kara's preferred skill. She likes to use a sticky bomb launched from a handheld device. She can switch out explosive bombs for incendiary or flashbangs. ]

MC (Midwest City) was a big place. It wasn't the biggest city, but it was by no means an average sized place. It had its own subway system, several districts, and even a small airport. The center of town was the city hall and police department. The east district had the post office; the west district was where all the shopping and eateries were basically located; the north and south districts were quarantine zones, or "dark zones". Kara gathered all of this from the three dimensional map that she could view thanks to her division-tech contact lenses. The map was a bit out-dated, but she would make it work. Considering the anarchy and chaos that had followed the Green Poison, she figured she was likely to come across some surprises anyway.

She returned her focus the world around her, prompting ISAAC to automatically close her map. She was on a back road just a few miles out from the West District where she could try and scavenge supplies and maybe survivors before she headed to MC central, to the JTF base of operations. That was where she had been directed to go, with word that another agent would be there.

Unsure as to where or when she might meet up with this other agent she activated her friendly ping to show her name and status to all friendlies within a klick in all directions. After that was done, she started toward the west district, knowing it was more heavily populated by active criminals than the central or east districts.

[that should give you guys enough layout to make your posts.]

Brian McCray scratched his face, slowly pulling the magazine from his UMP, checking to make sure it was full, before slowly sliding it back in place, as he poked his head around the corner, catching a glimpse of some looters, who were crouched picking over some poor JTF fool who wandered in haphazardly. He wasn't worried about those over the corpse, four in total. No, it was the man in the back with the m240 that worried him. He looked around skiddishly, the subway halls loud with dripping water and clanging metal, pipes hanging lose for some reason, swinging about in the breeze. From somewhere down the hall, someone shouted. "Hey! Come check this out!" And the man with the LMG turned, looking back towards his buddies before leaving.

As Brian prepared to spring into action, one of the looters smacked his buddy, holding up the same computer Brian had hanging on his chest. "Dude, check this shit out! What do you think it is?" He asked, looking it over. Brian grimaced, his face slightly losing color as he brought the UMP to his shoulder. The other one shrugged, pushing a button on the side as he flicked through displays. "I dunno, bro. This shit is pretty sick though! What is this 'pulse' thing, I wonder?" And pushed the button again.

He quickly came around the corner, the Holo sight head height, and swept with three short bursts, and all four went down without a sound. But a stray bullet ricocheted off the floor, and continued on down the hall, whirring as it spun and bounced off the concrete walls. He held his breath for a second, listening for indications of the men hearing anything. And they did.

"The hell was that? The shit are you doing down there?" He heard as he quickly made his way to the wall, pressing against it. He could hear the man returning, with what sounded like a couple more men. "Hey shitstain! I'm talking to you!" Brian leaned around the corner and fired another burst, hitting the man carrying the LMG square in the chest. He fell with a scream as the men behind him scrambled over each other to run back down the hall, shouting "Someone's here! Take cover!"

He cursed under his breath as he made his way down the hall, stopping as he came to the wounded man, who was trying to pull himself down the hallway to safety. Brian pulled the tomahawk from his belt, grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, and slammed the point through the helmet he wore. The point did its job rather well, punching through the helmet, the man's skull and brains. He wrenched it out, blood pouring from the wound, and clipped it back to his belt. First confirmed tomahawk kill!

As he rounded the corner, he was greeted with a wall of bullets, and he scrambled back to cover. The men were hiding behind a concrete wall, peeping out and firing aimlessly, spraying bullets in the hopes of a random one hitting and wounding him. He reached into his coat for a grenade. Which kind he wasn't picky, and luckily pulled out his favorite, a white phosphorus incendiary grenade.

He pulled the pin and stepped out, tossing the grenade over the wall, the grenade clanging off the wall behind the men. There was a pause, then a soft [I]PUD![/I] as the grenade went off.

Then the flames came, and with the flames, screaming and smoke.

He quickly jumped down onto the tracks, covering the gap before vaulting onto the platform on the other side, running by the screaming, flailing men without a second glance, ascending the stairs on the other end two at a time. Soon as he reached the top, he could see one of the looters sprinting for the exit. Brian aimed for his legs and fired, the man screaming as a couple bullets found his calves and thighs. Brian slowly made his way to the man, checking the doors and hallways for more men. He knelt down by the man, who was clutching his legs and moaning. He began to stammer as Brian reached for him "N-n-n-nononono! I have supplies! They are around here somewhere! Don't kill me please!" Brian grabbed the man's leg, and looked him in the eye.

[I]"I'm not here for your shit, I have questions."[/I] He said flatly, a heavy Boston accent on his words [I]"And the only way to make /this/ stop.."[/I] He jammed a finger deep into the bullet wound, and the man twisted in pain, making a sound that was very inhuman. [I]"..is to answer them, got it? Now.."[/I] He pulled his finger from the wound, and smiled at the man, waving the bloody finger around.

[I]" From what we, the CIA and FBI, have gathered, is that the disease was spread by means of contaminating money. Which means that people had to do it at each city for it to spread so quickly. Who did it here?"[/I] He asked, the man looked at him, terror in his eyes as he babbled "I don't know man, IdunnoidunnoIDON't-" it devolved into agonized screaming as Brian stuck his finger back into the hole, and the man thrashed about like someone possessed by a demon. Brian grabbed the mans face as he pulled his finger out again. [I]" You see, I don't fuckin' believe you. You're /obviously/ a bad guy, you gotta know some other bad guys around here, some who seem, oh, I dunno, militant? Well organized? Tell me who they are, and this.."[/I] He let go of the mans face, and shove the index fingers on both hands into two separate wounds. The man Opened his mouth to scream, but his eyes rolled back into his head, and he passed out. Brian sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose with the bloodied hand, and stood up.

The man obviously really didn't know what was going on around here, and the smoke from his grenade and the burning bodies down below was really starting to irritate his throat, he decided to call it. He pulled the 'hawk from his belt again, crouched down on one knee over the man, and slammed the blade through his skull. Two tomahawk kills. He stood up, checking his clothes, which were absolutely filthy, before ascending the last set of stairs to the street. He reloaded his UMP, and set off towards city hall.

[ slow clap]

Ben didn't flinch as the 9mm bullet grazed his right shoulder, and instead focused on continuing to fire at the rioters that streamed out of the enclosed space and onto the parking lot room. A nameless Division Agent was a few yards away from him, just above the roof's main entrance. In the dark zone it was usually kill or be killed, as it was a lawless place. Well, at least more lawless than the rest of the city. This agent seemed less like a criminal than most of the other agents that enjoyed lurking in the dark zone, considering he didn't shoot at him at the first sight of each other. While they gunned down the rioters, neither of them noticed the small group of enemies sneak around through the stairwell, and the nameless agent was out in the open for the most part.

Before Ben could warn him, one of the stray rioters smashed a baseball bat against the back of the man's head, nearly knocking him out. What came after that no beast on the other side of this hell could've brought him. He was practically torn limb from limb as the group of six rioters assaulted him, smashing him with bats and shooting him as he screamed. Ben shook his head, knowing there was no saving him now. He took a frag grenade from his belt and took the pin out with his teeth as he continued to shoot down the other rioters. The Division Agent threw the grenade straight into the middle of the six stray rioters, killing them and giving mercy to the nearly dead man. Not long after that the rioters retreated, finding it not to be worth the loot. The helicopter eventually came, hovering just above the extraction zone. Ben unhooked the steel ccanister from his backpack that was holding the loot he found on rioters a few hours ago. He proceeded to check his fallen comrade's backpack as well, finding another steel canister. It was a shame he couldn't do this himself, but he should've known the dark zone was a dangerous place.

After the two canisters were extracted for decontamination, Ben was left alone to return to the main uncontaminated area of the MC. Adjusting his half gas mask, the Division Agent made his way down to the parking lot entrance. On his way back, Ben heard the scuffling of shoes failing to be silent. Suspicious, Ben rounded the corner, gun at the ready. He was met with a peculiar sight. Three rogue Division Agents were hiding behind cover with their guns out, while one stood out in the open, revolver at his side. Ben narrowed his eyes, saying "What do you want, Clyde?". The rogue in the open smiled beneath his mask, saying, " Oh, you very well know what we want, Ben. You owe us the loot you found in the museum." Ben shrugged and said, "I was there first Clyde. Plus I already extracted it at the parking lot. You won't get anything out of killing me, you'll just make the JTF angry at you."

Clyde laughed a muffled laugh, saying, "You know the JTF doesn't give a shit what happens here. Hell, they don't even send people out here." Behind him, one of the other rogues spoke shakily, saying, "Uh Clyde, he's right you know. If he doesn't have anything on him then there isn't any reason to y'know, kill him." Clyde kept smiling, but through clenched teeth he said "Y'know Nate, if you weren't one of the few people willing to work with me, you'd be dead already. But I guess you do have... Somewhat of a point." The rogue agent turned his attention back to Ben, royally stating, "By my better judgement, I have decided to let you keep your life, no reason to thank me. But remember Ben, if you take something away from me again, there might be just a bit of trouble." Ben rolled his eyes and simply said, "Thanks Clyde." Once he reached the transition zone, Ben sighed and muttered "It's too early for this."

With his supplies extracted, Ben began to head over to the JTF headquarters, as they'd be waiting for him there. The Division Agent pulled up his map and touched his ear piece, listening for any transmissions that might give him the safest route to city central. While he was looking over his holographic map, he picked up a ping from a friendly agent on the other side of the MC. "Well, if they want help then they'll meet up at HQ." With that, he closed his map and started on his path through the city, giving supplies to civilians on the street as he made his way to the MC center.

[ sorry guys military life gets busy sometimes. I'll try to get a post up today at some point.]

As expected, the shopping center was almost picked clean. Kara managed to snag some medical supplies and a couple bottles of water, but her trip through the west district was somewhat uneventful. She made her way through Central to find the police department was modified headquarters sealed off by tents and tarps and sterilizing equipment. She she walked inside a series of decontaminating areas blasted her with a gas to rid her of pathogens. Following that was a black light room probably outfitted with scans to verify a person was clean. She passed through without difficulty into a mostly operational JTF stronghold. Inside she was greeted by men in JTF issued uniforms. They were soldiers, but even they looked overworked.

"Thanks for coming." A man's voice said. Kara's attention went to a middle-aged man with greying, brown hair that was faded and combed over. He was wearing a division patch on one of his arms which were crossed over his chest, creasing his black tee shirt. He stood in the doorway of what seemed to be the former office of a police chief or captain. There was a pistol on his thigh in a tactical holster strapped over his brown BDU pants, and he wore the division issue watch and mini computer. Her HUD quickly identified him as Jimmy Hughes; infection control officer and strategic coordinator.

There was no need for introduction. She knew he could see her designation and name just as she could see hers.

"Though it seems you're early." He added. "I've got two operatives in the field right now that we're waiting on. In the mean time, have a look around."

[sorry this is all I can muster up right now. Did not expect to be so slammed >.< ]

He made his way back to HQ, fucking through buildings, allyway and the likes, waving at civilians and mean mugging would-be looters, scaring them off.

He passed a few division agents on his way, not giving them a second glance as he went. He had shown up just 3 days prior, and he still didn't know anyone around here, but that was okay, he worked best by himself.

He finally made it back, walking through the anti-bactirial mists, UV lights and the likes. He flashed his ID in the face of the door guard, not bothering to check his weapons, for he was going straight back put after this meeting, his first actual one since he got there. Hadn't even uploaded his files to the databanks of the Division yet.

He asked around for who was in charge, and they pointed to Hughes. He thanked them and walked over to the duo.

[I]"Hi, you Hughes? I'm Brian McCray, CIA. Real shitty situation to be in if the CIA gets involved. What do you have for me so far?"[/i] He asked, getting straight to the point, blood dripping from his coat and tomahawk.

Ben walked along the nearly barren streets of the MC, scanning the roads for any rioters, rikers, or worse yet, cleaners. While he was walking, he came upon two civilians. One was a little girl no older than the age of 8, who seemed to be shivering in the cold. The other was who he assumed to be her mother, a middle-aged woman who was coughing up a storm. As the Division Agent drew closer to them, he unslung his backpack from his shoulders and unzipped it. The two others looked at him, wondering whether he was going to either help or rob them.

Ben managed to fish out a small puffy jacket for the little girl and antibiotics for the woman. "Take these once a day, three hours before or after you eat." He instructed the woman. He then kneeled down to the little girl with a smile and handed her the puffy blue jacket. It was torn a little and was a bit too big for the little girl, but she grinned ear to ear and put it on immediately over her pink my little pony hoodie and hugged herself, afraid that the new-found warmth might escape her. After that, he stood up and faced back to the woman, saying "Try to stay indoors if you can. Lock the doors and don't let anyone in, even if they seem like they're begging." The two looked at him in awe, while the mother simply asked, "I... I don't have any money to pay you..." Ben smiled and said, "It's no problem, just stay safe out there. You don't know who'll help you out here." As he walked away, the Division Agent thought to himself, "Only the lucky ones survive out here, anyways."

Ben finally made his way to city central, pushing away the clear plastic door strips and into the decontamination room of the entrance. There, Ben showed the man his watch, who then proceeded to ask, "Have you been to the contaminated or 'dark' zone since your last arrival here?" Ben gave a mischievous grin and asked, "Does this look like the face of a killer?" The man sighed and gave his co-workers a a two-fingered signal, who then sprayed down Ben in whatever cleansing stuff they used. The Division Agent usually decided not to question what they sprayed him with, but that was besides the point.

Ben eventually arrived on the scene with the two other agents, although one of them didn't seem to be a Division Operative. "Sorry I'm late Officer Hughes, I was caught up in some... Business with my fellow agents." The widowed man covered the right side of his mouth with his left hand and also asked, "'Scuse me for asking, but who's the fancy Felix over here?"