Name- Benjamin "Bertram" Connelly
Age- 31
Gender- Male
Faction- Sector Nine
Job- Council Member (Retrieval Squad Supervision)
Appearance-
Starting Equipment- One Beretta 92 FS, one combat knife, tan shirt, jeans (old, fairly worn down), boots (utility boots, not combat, equally worn down)
Personality- Bertram Connelly is a man who has seen and expected the best in people and eventually lost his faith in anyone. Originally one of Sector Three's "war heroes", he started out as just a travelling mercenary, when he settled down in the Sector, which was at the time of his arrival small and fairly weak. So when he was asked to work as a Retriever and, later, a Hunter and Soldier both, he thought he could find a place that was- at the time- responsible for nothing. So he helped out the Sector, helped them gather supplies from Caches and assisted them, making sure to plan out strategies and every single possibility so that not a single Retriever or Hunter would be lost to the City, and constantly trying to cheer up his teammates and keep morale for them and the Sector high. So it was a big, unwelcome shock to him when he learned that leadership had tainted his name and used the few years of immense work he helped with as propaganda to tout the supremacist edicts that the Sector lives by today. Bitter, he fled the Sector and moved to Sector Nine, where, even though he wanted a simple, unassuming life, he was brought into the Council as the Retrievers' supervisor. He's consistently torn with his attitude of motivating and helping out the people working with and under him, and his realization of what that made out of the last people he tried helping, causing him to flutter back and forth, almost instantaneously, between congratulatory and cynical, even if he's not good at the cynic act.
Skills- Trained with small firearms, adept with combat knives, quick reflexes, ability to empower and motivate people, persuasive speech.
Requests- Don't kill this character unless you have permission to do so.

Name: Nova Viridian

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Faction: City Wanderer

Job: Courier/Guide

Appearance:

Starting Equipment:


Personality: Solitary, pragmatic, and stubbornly neutral, Nova is the sort of person who isn't quick to burn bridges, but neither is he quick to make any friends. While not antisocial by any means, he doesn't make a habit of maintaining any permanent contacts, nor keeping any friends. By extension, he tries to avoid contact with people in general, and while he doesn't usually venture too far from the dead zones, he also avoids a fair number of the larger settlements. Despite his seemingly apathetic nature, Nova isn't as cold as he may seem, and will sometimes offer some amount of aid to someone in need, though it is usually on a limited scale.

Having lived outside of the larger settlements for most of his life, Nova is not unaccustomed to being isolated, and while this may have taken a toll on his psyche, it has benefited him in other ways. He learned how to defend himself early on, as well as how to get around the city without getting killed by one of it's unnatural denizens. As a result, he has developed a set of skills which give him an edge in survivalism.

Nova sees the city, quite simply, as an entity that eludes explanation, reason, and the laws of nature, but nonetheless exists. It gives with one hand and takes with the other, and sometimes people live or die just because it wants them to. He sees it for what it is, and while he has a respect for it, and sometimes refers to it as a living being, he does in no way relate it to any sort of god-like power.

On that note, Nova is basically an atheist, but that's also like saying a dog appreciates the color grey. He's never been exposed to religion, and basically has no concept of god. Oddly enough, he does have a fair understanding of philosophy, and will sometimes ponder the meaning of certain things. He has, so far, not come to a solid conclusion, though he does hold a conception in his mind about the nature of consciousness itself.

Generally, he takes jobs either transporting things and messages between sectors or smaller settlements, or guiding inexperienced people through the city. On rare occasions, he may take a job in a scavenging party to search for a cache, but this is quite rare.

Skills:
CQB Specialist - Good with pistols, machine pistols, SMGs, shotguns, and some carbines.
Runner - Fast and agile runner capable of moving throughout the City quickly and efficiently.
Elusive - Good at avoiding visual and audible detection (unless by unnatural means).
Attentive - Good at detecting threats before they become an immediate danger (unless by unnatural means).

Weaknesses:
Martial Autist - Incapable of defending himself without a weapon. Weak with melee weapons.
Nervous - Easily startled if caught off guard. Can affect him for a period of time.
Uninformed - Can come off as stupid to some, since he spends most of his time outside of any sector.

Requests: I would like for my character to not die unless it is discussed beforehand, but that's about it. Pretty much everything else is free game.

Name: Cataline “Cat” Ferguson
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Faction: Sector Three
Job: Retriever
Appearance:

Starting Equipment:
Clothing: Tan baseball cap; black nylon bomber jacket; faded red long-sleeved cotton shirt; worn dark blue boot-cut jeans; and dark brown fur-lined hiking boots.
Weapons: One .308 Winchester bolt-action rifle; 100 rounds of .308 ammo; and one mid-sized hunting knife.
Other equipment: An over-the-shoulders holster for her rifle; a holster and sheath for her knife; a short-range radio transmitter and earpiece for limited communication; and a basic first-aid kit (incl. bandages, gauze, rubbing alcohol, ointment, scissors, and tweezers)
Personality: Five years ago, back when the idea of Sectors had no meaning to her and she lived a simple life as the daughter of a single mother, Cataline Ferguson viewed the world through rose-tinted glasses, eager to see the good in people and even the City itself. She held firmly to the prospect of the City as a benevolent entity, a God, only trying to assist and acclimate its denizens to a new and better lifestyle. That changed when her mother, a skilled Hunter, went on what was supposed to be a simple search-and-destroy mission and never came back. Doubts, regrets, and despair flooded Cat’s mind until she ultimately decided that the City was evil incarnate, that it was not a being beyond human understanding but the very essence of humanity. Nowadays, this misanthropic and cynical perspective typically takes on the form of sarcasm, skepticism, and mistrustfulness. Cat is ever wary of those around her, and on missions she feels the need to be cautious not only of the City’s monstrous creatures but also of the Retrievers she travels with. Guarded and reserved, she very rarely opens up about her past or her personal opinions on things, instead focusing on her job or brushing off uncomfortable topics with humor.
Skills:
Adept at mid-range combat, City navigation, bartering, and stealthy maneuvering.
Average at basic first-aid treatment, repairing items, non-mercantile persuasion, and short-range combat.
Weak at long-range combat, hand-to-hand combat, heavy arms, and scientific/political discussions.
Requests: I would prefer Cat is not killed or turned into an Afflicted without messaging me first.

Name- Kat(erina) Wythburn (yeah, I know that's the name Bluejay gave their character. Bite me.)

Age- 23

Gender- Lady

Faction- City

Job- Wanderer/City Guide (Formerly Constant Servant)

Appearance- A tall, lean dark skinned woman with closely cropped black hair and dark brown eyes. Her nose has been broken repeatedly, and the back of her left leg has the ripple scarred markings of long healed burn wound and she has numerous nicks and scars along her arms. Her hands are coarse and callused. Her body is well toned, with a defined musculature, a trained doctor or a parent would likely be able to identify the signs of a recent birth. Although she isn't someone who would be considered classically attractive, she moves with a subdued power and grace that impresses and allures. A mark of her afflicted status, she has an bright blue 'A' tattooed on the back of her left hand. Kat dresses in the uniform of one of Tsefahn's huntresses; Dark blue jeans, padded navy long sleeve-T, a thick puffy grey vest, and leather hiking boots. She wears a holster for her pistol on her hip, and another sheath for her blade strapped to her leg.

Starting Equipment-

• Large backpacking backpack
• Scoped hunting rifle w/ammo, attached on a sling to the side of the backpack
• Sleeping roll, attached to the top of the backpack
• Water canteen with built in filter
• Beretta M9 pistol w/ ammo, held in hip holster
• Change of clothes
• Waterproof tarp
• Firestarting material
• Crank-operated flashlight
• Bowie knife, held in leg sheath
• Several energy bars
• Cord of nylon rope
• Bear trap

Personality- Even in the service of Tsefahn, Kat had been cheerful and well liked by the other huntresses. After leaving Tsefahn behind, Kat has remained friendly with any who she encounters, being always quick to make friends and talk. Despite this, Kat has always struggled to settle down in a single place, instead desiring to explore the next block or tower beyond the horizon. Growing up under the thumb of a Constant, Kat views the City differently than most people living in it, and considers the City as something to be wary of, but loved wholeheartedly. Kat gets bored when she spends long amounts of times in Deadzones, and prefers to be roaming the City. She does value Deadzones, and has found it both satisfying and lucrative to act as a guide for the Sectors when they leave the safety of the deadzone.

Skills-

• Melee expert- Trained by Tsefahnese Huntresses, Kat fights in a deadly mix of Krav Maga and Tire Machèt (machete fencing) lending her the upperhand in most conflicts against untrained individuals.
• Sharpshooter- Being able to kill the prey from a distance with a rifle is a valuable skill for Huntresses to have, and one which Kat became adept at.
• Tracker- A scuffed mark on the pavement, ash left over from a fire, the faintest whisper, Kat can use all of these to follow and pursue targets through the City.
• Trapper- Kat knows how to drive prey into a snare, and can devise and create traps that can catch everything from the rats that hide in the City, to the giant monstrosities produced by the City.
• City Girl- Kat has been raised and shaped by the City, and has come to know her way around it, being able to withstand and thrive in the challenges it presents.

Requests- These requests can be anything that you want someone to message you about first or things that you don't need formal messaging for. If you don't want to be Afflicted or become entangled with a Constant or some other group or creature, let us know. If you don't want your character to get killed unless asked first, let it be known. If you don't want your character to be hit on by guys or girls, or if you want exemption so people who don't abide by this request may get summarily kicked in the nether regions, then let us know. In the end this is a post-apocalyptic setting so there's got to be some suffering your character endures, lest this section of the character sheet essentially be the "Easy Mode?" section, but basic requests are all fine.

Name - Taija Willow
Age - 20
Gender - Female
Faction - Sector Nine
Job - (Medic / Researcher) Taija works as an aide to her mother in their family's small clinic, along with her younger sister Jess. Although she primarily works patching up those who spend time out in the City, she dreams of being able to spend her time researching the City, of seeing it for herself, rather than through secondhand accounts of books and tales of the wounded. Unfortunately, learning doesn't pay for food, so her curiosity is kept as a hobby, rather than a proper profession.
Appearance - Taija stands at around 5'6" (1.72 m), or at least she would if she didn't perpetually slouch. As it is, unless something particularly interesting is going on, she loses an inch or two to her posture. Taija keeps her red hair under strict control when at work, wrapped in a tight braid which runs to her upper back. Her round face hosts a tired smile alongside a sizable population of freckles, in stark contrast to her pale complexion. Although not quite a twig, Taija has more muscle than fat. Her athletic build is largely hidden by her most common attire - a patched white lab coat, which is slightly too large for her.



Personality - Taija is a curious, energetic woman. Despite having lost much to the City, she still views it as a place full of wonder. To her, the City and it's strange denizens are a mystery waiting to be solved. Unless concentrating, Taija almost always wears a smile, even if it doesn't always reach her eyes. She is a very empathetic person, caring deeply about those around her, and often has difficulty dealing with the death that surrounds the clinic.

Taija likes to keep herself busy with something when not working, from helping others around the sector, pestering retrievers and hunters for stories, pestering researchers about anything new they might've discovered, or drawing and reading. She prefers to keep her mind occupied, and not allowing it to wander too far. When focused on something, Taija tends to throw herself into it completely, sometimes even disregarding her own safety for the sake of satisfying her desires, even if they may be somewhat impractical.

Skills -

Requests - Nothing in particular. I'm not too picky about what happens to my characters.

Name- Meshach Kalas
Age- 20
Gender- Male
Faction- Sector Three
Job- Hunter
Appearance- Shaggy hair just a few shades above jet black. Rounded, green eyes deadened over years in captivity. Pronounced features and lines. Hawkish, angular nose, pronounced ears, and a long, tapering neck. A lot of long limbs and an almost bony build. Face looks older due to the creases.



Personality- Meshach Kalas was never born to see the more stable or peaceful sides of the City, and if they exist, he simply accepts that he'll never be alive to see it. From an early age his parents, already being way too young to raise a child, much less inside the City, were indoctrinated into the homicidal death cult led by a City wanderer with a strange connection with The Harmony known as Papa Legba, who preached that the City is the spirit of the Earth itself, and that Afflicted and Constants and people who live in Dead Zones are considered monsters and a pestilence that is harming the City. With this false declaration, Meshach and other children in the cult were forced to learn small arms training at a young age lest they be either tortured or used as bait. Meshach learned to accept that humans were monsters when Legba tortured him, that Afflicted were monsters when an inhuman snake-like one killed his father by laying a venomous bite that rotted the man's flesh away, and that Constants were monsters when he lost his mother to a particularly nasty Constant known as The Puppet Queen. Mostly, he learned to hate himself when he did what Legba ordered him in order to preserve his own life, even if it meant attacking innocent Sectors. However, eventually Legba considered him a threat and he was sold into Sector Three slavery, hypocritical to the cult's teachings. He was originally bounced from being a Sector errand boy or essentially acting, as he used to, as bait for teams of Hunters, although a number were sympathetic to his plight. It was by luck that he made it from slave to Hunter, when in an attempt to escape with a dropped pistol when a particularly nasty Afflicted showed up. However, it was the same snake-like Afflicted, and he couldn't resist, and enough of the Hunters survived that could report it to top brass.

To say he is a cynic is like saying the City is made up of tall buildings and scary monsters, it's a verifiable fact. He sees little point in maintaining any positive attitude about the growing of society, although some days with a rare childish gleam he'll relay stories his parents told him about friendly Sectors or a Constant who is completely benign and writes down the story of the world in books or other tall tales. He's very matter-of-fact, curt and brash with his answers, and honestly quite a bit socially awkward, considering talking was never really what he was asked to do. He has a low self-opinion and does not much care for his outward appearance. He hunts Afflicted because it's what he knows, and to not do what he's good at even if he doesn't very much like it is to him like giving up on living. He does understand the former human nature of all Afflicted, but he simply does not care, believing that they have been too far tainted and that death is a release for them anyways, and using their bodies after hunting guarantees they will not be recycled into the City.

He dislikes most people right out but doesn't initially drive them away, instead giving them an opportunity to either pleasantly surprise or affirm his theories on you, and draws no conclusions about anyone, any motives, or judgments about the City other than that everything in it is, in enough words, a literal living Hell, without commenting on the moral choices it makes. His only judgments are whether or not something will try to kill or cripple him and what steps he will take to make sure it doesn't happen. Other than that, he doesn't much care about his own personal freedom or safety, but if you mess with the two or three people who he's started to legitimately care about, you're in trouble.

Skills-
Exceptionally good at sharpshooting with revolvers in particular and assessing the structure and capabilities of an Afflicted.
Adequate at hand-to-hand melee combat and basic tracking throughout the City, although his skills in it are somewhat stunted. Theoretically could be decent at sniping but doesn't try for it.
Horrible at social interactions, bartering, any form of espionage, or political awareness. Essentially, if it's not related to hunting an Afflicted or a Servant then he's not good at it.
Requests- Don't kill this character unless you have permission to do so.