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Latest revision as of 20:17, 16 January 2010

Sinthius.gif CLASS Military Scout
LEVEL 41
DESCRIPTION A man that's clearly been pushed over the edge...
WEARING a blood-flecked pale green medical facemask, a white nurse's cap, a blood-soaked straitjacket, a hospital gown and a bloodstained pair of pale green surgical shoe covers

Play Style and Tactics

Pure Survivor:

I do not believe in aiding the zombie faction, even while in undead form. However, I will also not kill fellow zombies while in the undead state either, but will seek revivification immediately. I consider myself a pure survivor and take pride in bringing down every zombie I attack. To lower myself to the acts of my enemy would be an unforgivable crime.

Closed Fist:

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I walk the path of the closed fist. If you attack me and do not heal me, I will kill you. If you kill another survivor without reason, I will kill you. I do not need a Rogues Gallery to tell me right from wrong and neither should you.

I will rarely instigate a fight, but if you are bold enough to pick one, I will finish it.

I pride myself on going into battle against overwhelming odds. You can never accomplish greatness if you are unwilling to try.


When the Outbreak Hit

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In the year before The Outbreak, Military recruitment had been at an all time low. Military actions oversees had given the US Military a bad public image and it had paid a toll. Maxwell Sinclair (code name - Sinthius), a relatively new cadet in his 2nd year, was assigned to a recruitment position outside a local mall. The assignment was quite simple, sit at a table and have conversations with any youth that showed interest. As he sat there for three and a half hours without a single conversation, Sinthius decided to call it a day. He began to pack up his brochures when he heard a commotion coming from inside the mall. A woman suddenly ran out of the mall, clasping her ear with her right hand and holding her stomach with her left. As she ran by Sinthius made eye contact and saw blood running down the side of her head, and more blood on the front of her shirt. This woman had been attacked! "Are you ok?" he asked, but the woman kept running past him. Sinthius jumped over the table and was heading for the mall entrance when suddenly a wave of people came running out. Some were covered with blood, some were missing limbs, but ALL of them were running for their lives.


"What the hell?", Sinthius began to wonder to himself but then his thoughts turned to panic as the mob of people came running directly towards him. Caught in the middle of the mob, Sinthius was being pushed backwards. He glanced back towards the mall and saw something he would never forget. Now emerging from the mall entrance, next to his now overturned table, were a horde of slow moving humans. But were they human? Each and every one of them looked as if they had been in a horrible car crash. Some were dragging their legs, others were holding limbs that clearly were not their own, but it was clear that ALL of them were.... dead.


As the horde of 100+ "zombies" emerged from within the mall, Sinthius turned and joined the fleeing crowd. Many people were falling and being trampled and Sinthius began to help those people back to their feet. A few yards away he noticed somebody else doing the same. The young man glanced towards Sinthius and even though a word was not said, their looks spoke a thousand words. As the two helped those in need to their feet, the horde began to close in on them. "It's time to get going", Sinthius said to the young man. "Follow me", the young man replied. "I know a place we can go. My name is Kindor... Kindor Rulf."

After the Outbreak

Since the start of The Outbreak, Sinthius formed a strong bond with his newly found friend Kindor. The two worked together early on to establish safe havens for those survivors less skilled in combat. Together, they travelled through the suburbs securing one city block after another. They were easy for other survivors to find, as you could simply follow the trail of fallen zombies they left behind.


But then one day, in the midst of a massive zombie invasion the two were separated just as quickly as they had met. Fighting with every last ounce of strength, Sinthius struggled to find his friend. The zombie horde was too massive though, and Sinthius had to finally retreat to a nearby hospital. Once recovered and re-armed, Sinthius slipped away into the darkness of the night. Those around him could tell that he would not rest until he once again found his friend.