This profile is ripped shamelessly from the game 'Killing Floor', a co-op survival horror video game. I couldn't resist making a horde profile on one of my favorite games and I think I can play them quite well. Keep in mind, if you see just one, there's going to be a whole mess of them until you fight the Patriarch. THEN it will be over, if you can live that long.
The Horde
Clots
Clots are the cannon fodder of the horde, lumbering slowly to the aggressors in a very predictable pattern, much like your average zombie. They have a nasty habit of grabbing hold of a potential victim and biting it. One's bad enough, get surrounded and you're dead. Apparently, Clots are the failed attempts of cloning the Kevin Clamely's son, who died from a single gunshot wound to the head.
Background from the Killing Floor Wiki
Kevin Clamely’s son died at the age of 17, from a single gunshot wound to the head. No one caught the killer. This destroyed Kevin’s life, as he only had three cares in the world: His wife, his son and his work. Little did he know that soon, he would lose all three.
Kevin was already a leading researcher of stem-cell treatment and was a doctor of bio-genetics and engineering. In secret, he attempted to clone his son. After many failed attempts, he finally created an imperfect replica. He also moved a significant portion of all of his specimen's brain matter into other parts of the body, which gave it the ability to survive for a short period without its head, but damaged its intelligence levels. Hairless, pale, mindless and extremely violent, the creature self-harmed and eventually killed itself. But in Kevin’s eyes, it was still a success. He had cloned a living human, and he decided to continue his newfound work direction until he created a perfect clone of his son.
When other members of his research team stumbled across his work, to Kevin’s surprise, they were sympathetic to his story and extremely impressed in what he had accomplished, promising to keep quiet about his plans and operation. However, when he told his wife that he was trying to “make a new son for them,” she was horrified and threatened to divorce him. He had to make a choice. His work, or his wife.
They never officially divorced, but he never went home again.
He slept in Horzine’s labs, dreaming of a cloned family, where his life would be perfect again. He worked tirelessly on new projects, cloning his son over and over again, creating new monsters with the genes he knew so well. Then, just before he was about to perfect “The Clot” and make the perfect clone of his son, The Armed Forces stormed his labs, destroyed his work and came marching after him.
He finally snapped, and unleashed his twisted experiments upon them. The humans were no match for the horde of clones. When Kevin rose from the depths of Horzine’s biotech labs, and witnessed the hundreds of clones feeding on the dead bodies of the soldiers, he feared for his life when they then approached him. But they didn’t attack him. In the back of their minds, he was still their dad, and they would never hurt their dad.
He knew that this would be the closest thing to family he would ever know, and so he decided to join their ranks as their “Patriarch” and the rest is history...
Gorefasts
Yikes! What happened to this guy?! Due to a strange fascination with pain, Gorefasts' have ripped all of the skin off of their body, and cut off the occasional hand and lower jaw. Originally, they were designed as super soldiers that could run faster, not be incapacitated by pain, and be stronger, much like the Fleshpound but not as much. They have a blade strapped to their right arm, along with a hand. Be careful now!
Bloats
Remember the Boomer from Left 4 Dead? The Bloat puts him to shame. In addition to being really gross looking, they will throw up acid on you! It burns and messes up your vision much like the Boomer did! This means nothing if you have armor, but your armor will dissolve. Upon death, if you didn't score a headshot and leave him to bleed out, he will explode and cover everything around him in his bile, this includes experiments as well! As you can tell, he is a priority target in a group.
Crawlers
What kind of twisted man would combine a spider with human DNA?! Apparently, the Patriarch would in an attempt to create a soldier that could infiltrate facilities easily. It is small enough to sneak into air ducts, ceilings, and any other small place that a normal person couldn't fit in. They make a cricket-like churr as they walk around, and can leap into the air. This makes the Crawler a very dangerous foe, due to their small size and agility. One or two could claw a person to death while they are focusing on other enemies. Strangely enough, this experiment also defends the Patriarch fiercely, much like the Clots would.
Stalkers
As if things weren't bad enough, this one is cloaked! The Stalker is about 90% invisible (Sometimes, you can make out her shape.) and causes quite a bit of pain, enough to distort someone's vision. The wound is rather small, though and she serves as a distraction for the horde. She may seem like she's really overpowered, but there is a way for you to tell that she's nearby. Stalkers can't help but whisper out loud. Their voice is distorted and sounds like wind whipping past your ears, but you can make out the words.
Sirens
Jesus! What a monstrosity the Siren is! Her looks aren't the only thing nasty, her voice is as well! Capable of shattering glass, disabling grenades and explosives, the shrieks can also blow out the ear drum, disabling an attacker or victim if they are close enough. Since armor does nothing, your best bet is to take her out before she gets close enough.
Background
Like the Clot, a clone of one of Clamely's family, specifically his wife. His wife had long wanted to be a singer, but wasn't really that good, so he designed the Siren to be a sonic weapon. Their eyes were gouged out so that they could not see (thus, know when to scream), and they were all restrained with straight jackets. Kevin Clamely had a Siren kill his wife when she attempted to divorce him.
Husks
This is what you get when you combine a pyromaniac and bad science; a guy with a fire-cannon for an arm and covered in charred skin. He usually aims at people, but isn't opposed to aiming at the ground at letting the resulting explosion light people on fire. He takes about a second to charge his weapon, leaving him open to attack. Husks can also smash someone's face in with his gun, so use caution when engaging him at close range.
Scrakes
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre all over again! The Scrake is a doctor you don't want to visit! In addition to chopping up foes into kibbles, the Scrake is also capable of enduring great amounts of pain. Originally, his purpose was to be a field medic for soldiers that could endure getting shot up in the line of duty and being perfectly fine. However, the only way he could learn how to treat wounds was to have them inflicted upon himself and that particular interest in pain that occurs in Gorefasts happened here, and you can figure out what happened next...
Fleshpounds
The single, most fear-inspiring word to veterans of Killing Floor; Fleshpound. The grunting sends just about anyone into a state of looking for it before it finds them. A twisted creation of flesh, metal and aggression, that glowing light on his chest tells you whether he's pissed or not. What's unique about the Fleshpound is that he's rather single minded; he will pick a person out of of the group and marches towards them. If he takes enough damage in five seconds, his body is flooded with adrenaline. This causes him to let out a deep roar as his fists spin, then he runs to the target, crushing anything that gets in his way. This type of experiment is highly dangerous, and should be taken down almost right away. There is another unique flaw to the Fleshpound; if his target evades him long enough, he dies for some unknown reason. Use this to your advantage.
Background
The story behind the Fleshpound is that they were developed by Horzine, to make super-soldiers. Fleshpounds were routinely injected with muscle growth stimulants and adrenaline cocktails to help build a titanic body, however it had the side effect of making them incredibly violent and quick to anger. After a few accidents, each Fleshpound was harnessed with a device to monitor their adrenaline levels, as well as to inject them with depressants and other chemicals in order to keep them calm. However, the device also served as a life preserver, as it would flood the Fleshpound's system with adrenaline and stimulants whenever it was in pain.
They were considered a failure, and the entire population of them was consigned to the lowest levels of Horzine's laboratory. When it came time to destroy them, the drugs used instead triggered their devices into action, allowing them to break free from their bonds and kill the laboratory's staff. However, they were never able to free themselves from the 'mace' restraints used to hold their giant fists at bay, which ironically makes them even better at pounding flesh. Their name stems from the few words that they knew.
The Patriarch
The big daddy of them all! The Patriarch! The man that once was Kevin Clamely! That mad scientist dude! All names apply here! He created the experiments, and will continue to create them if you don't kill him! But it's not that easy. Let's take a look at his overall appearance; a rocket launcher, a chain-gun, and tendril that comes out of his chest! Not only that, but he has three syringes on his thigh that restore his health and can turn invisible!
Much like the Scrake, he will charge the team when he gets close enough or if you just shoot him once. That tendril is capable of an instant-kill if you neglected to get body armor, the rocket launcher is death upon a direct hit or close enough to it, and the chain-gun quickly rips through your armor/health. He may seem impossible to beat, but if you made it this far, you can't give up this easily! He is kill-able!
Background
Kevin Clamely, the Patriarchs original identity, was the CEO and founder of Horzine Biotech, the company responsible for the outbreak in London. He was hired by the government to create the perfect soldier—something that wouldn't experience pain or fear, and wouldn't question or reason. London was to be used as a staging ground—a test of Horzine's accomplishments. Kevin thought of the clones as his "children" and "family" because they were the only companions he had left.
Sergeant Masterson was Horzine's last project before the outbreak. He escaped from the Biotics Labs below the city through the sewer system to the city above, hoping that he could rebel against his mad creators. Sadly, this is what Kevin wanted all along; Masterson led his soldiers into combat, and they were killed just as Kevin had planned. With the British Disaster Response Force eliminated, nobody could stand in the way of the clones.
Horzine's methods were deemed too immoral even for such a controversial project, and were shut down. However, the project didn't want to be shut down. In a second complex deep underneath the city of London, the experiments continued.
Eventually, he realized that his work was in jeopardy. His scientists were leaving and he feared that someone may reveal his secret work to a world that wouldn't understand or even allow it. In a final act to save his dream, he asked the remaining scientists to take the most advance pieces of technology at their disposal, and use the methods they had perfected over the course of their work to implant them into him:
* An updated version of the cloaking device used on project Stalker
* Three modified neuro-stimulation systems similar to those used on project Guardian
* A nerve-controlled weapons platform on his left arm.
Finally, he underwent the same "gene-enhancing" process that all the specimens underwent, but with all the safeties off and the process running at full capacity. As Kevin walked out of the test chamber, he knew he had become as perfect as any human could hope to be.
When humans started murdering his "children", he knew that it was time to take the fight to them. Armies fell before him, none seemed to be able to kill him, or even harm him. He would continue his work alone, and create and protect more of his specimens until the day he someone could finally work out how to kill him.
The Trader
Now, you won't be doing this alone. The trader is always open after a wave. Every time you kill a specimen, you get money. The rest is obvious. She might not have the right items at the time, but she always has ammo and armor for you.Roleplay Preferences (Click here for explanation)
As PredAs Prey
| Being PredBeing Prey | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | The experiments are expendable, but they are also capable of eating you too. |
| Soft Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Their mouths aren't that big. |
| Hard Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | More than likely, they'll just nibble you once you're dead. |
| Digestion | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Don't really care, I stop at death. |
| Fatality | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | The experiments WILL die, that's to be expected. :p |
| Reforming | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | The experiments can't reform, but there is a shit-ton of them, so reforming isn't necessary for me. But if you fail, you are warped back to safety. |
| Oral Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Noms! |
| Unbirthing | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | You can, I can't. |
| Cock Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Maybe? |
| Anal Vore | Always/Love |
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Never/Dislike | Don't know how you'd feel with a experiment going up there. |