There are a few categories to keep in mind when you look at weaponry.

Magitech; The wonder of the new world, magictech utilize the magic of shards to different effect. A fire crystal can give you a safer, more reliable version of a flamethrower. Or it can coat your blade in white hot flames. A spear might be given the extra punch of a thousand volts of electricity gathered at its tip.

Coventional: Conventional arms is the old world tech that relies on reliable things such as gunpowder, bullets and trigger discipline. While a lot of information was obviously lost in the fall and its massive decimation of the population, there is still a surplus of weapons for those that can find them. And the knowledge of how to construct them is not all lost either.

Simple; Simple weapons are anything that's none mechanical; Swords, Bows, Spears etc

Explosives; What the TNT box says. Explosives and bombs. While there are bound to be explosive stockpiles somewhere, you might want to be careful approaching those.

With the advent of Magitech, there are numerous uses for the crystals. One of the main ones is for fuel, either by steam engines using fire and water crystals or electric engines using lightning crystals. Machinery, both industrial or commercial exist that makes use of it. The machines that are cutting a swathe out of the new, very dense, Californian forest are mainly powered by magic.

For military purposes, people have experimented with incorporating crystals into armor. But so far the results have been quite subpar.

Mages vs Magitech

As covered before, there is a trick to using magic. One who uses raw magic has to be dedicated to it, and in complete control of himself. These magic users are rare simply because it is difficult and risky without any proper benefit compared to using Magitech. A Mage cannot use magitech weapons as their crystals would interfere with their connection to their own crystal. It is for this reason that the Mage archtype cannot be mixed up. You cannot 'dabble' in magic. As a handler of raw magic, it needs to be your life. That is not to say a mage cannot use a knife, or have survival skills. Your main skill has to be the magic, and your other skills will take a back seat somewhat. Not that a Mutant is better at handling the crystal, but more likely to become a shard head.

Meanwhile, Magi-tech is reliably safe, but entirely dependent on technology to corral it. Weapons can be lost, broken or otherwise incapacitated. Not to mention Magic enhanced Armors still takes hits and the crystal could go critical.

The main component for any sort of magic is the mysterious, crystalline ore. For common folk, they are simply referred to as Crystals. The power of a crystal varies depending on its size and purity. Most of it mined from clusters that can be found in different minor impact zones where the magic hasn't turned everything into a nightmare of beasts and overgrowth. However, the closer the location of a major impact zone such as LA, the more powerful the cluster you can mine.

Depending on the area said cluster is found in, you get different types of magic. Crystal Clusters growing partially in water tend to be harnessing water for its magic. The magic is as varied as there is physical laws to defy it seems. Every element is represented: air, water, fire, earth. But also external forces such as Kinetic energy, electricity, magnetism. Not even time and space is entirely safe as there is known to be crystals that lets you speed yourself up or slow others.

A crystal is not infinite in power however. They hold a spark of sorts, that machines and mages draw upon to use magic. That is why, after a time they turn into a dull grey. One can however, recharge a crystal by leaving it a element of your choosing for a extended time. Depending on the element of the crystal its charging speed is different. Putting a crystal in a lightning rod per example is a great way to get electromagic. Where water magic take a long time to regain its spark. On the other hand, Electric magic depletes the fastest, and water the slowest.

Ambrosia has no shortage of water based magic crystals due its place at the coast. Being in the same state as the LA Impact zone, but far away enough to not be completely overwhelmed by its magic, they also have crystals of decent size and purity.

Name: Harley "Big Shot" Gunvarsen
Affiliation: Ambrosian Goverment. Harleys Armaments, "Yellow Vest" Caravan Guards.

A crafty saleswoman and former mercenary, Big Shot is a veteran within the Ambrosian military community and a reliable employee for anyone running caravans between the settlements. Known for her patient nature and brutish sense of humor, she is quite popular among other mercenaries. Her nickname comes from her love of heavy weaponry. Harleys husnband Janne helps her run things.

Name: Janne "The Jarl" Gunvarsen
Affiliation: Ambrosian Goverment. "Yellow Vest" Caravan Guards.

Janne is the husband of Mathilda and a fellow mercenary. Due to a dust up with the Clan, "The Jarl" now runs "Yellow Vest" operations from his home in Ambrosia. He also helps his wife run her weapon restoration buisness, often distributing restored arms to his own employees. Known as a goodnatured and jolly man, he is well liked within Ambrosia.

Name: "Mad Maggie"
Affiliation: Alberta Station

Mad Maggie is what you get when raiders give up their marauding ways for a more stable life. Mad Maggie was formerly a high up Clan member. However, shortly after Juncion Point, she fell out of favor with the others over her stance regarding children. Mad Maggie didn't feel at ease with the way the clan wasted anyone not loyal to them. She gained her nickname for doing what is basicly suicidal. She went up against he clan on her own. Her little one man stand actually saved Alberta Station from a similair fate then that which befallen Junction point.

Becouse of that, Alberta Stations major has given her permanent residence. She actively aids Ambrosian soldiers in their struggle to contain the Clans movements.

Name: Karl Sturnov
Affiliation: Alberta Station, Ambrosan Defence Force

Karl is the law of Alberta station. Its residents turn to him with their problems. A former officer of the ADF, he now works as Alberta Stations deputy officer. He has his hands full, but the stern, no-nonsense and extremely competent approach to law enforcement hold the settlment together.

Name: Tabitha Jones
Affiliation: Herself

One of the most legendary ADF soldiers to ever live, Tabitha have left the force to pursue a personal vandetta with the clan after Junction Point. She has been known to spend months outside the city walls only for a clan camp to suddenly get exposed and blown all to hell.

Name: Jojo Jones
Affiliation: Herself, Jorgens Engineering and Innovation

Jojo Jones is the little sister of Tabitha Jones. She is however, a less severe personality to that of her older sibling. Having spent half her life in Juncion Point. Tabitha and her move to Ambrosia a year prior to the Clans attack likely saved their lives. She is a cheeky and sassy thing, but Junction points fate weighs heavily on her.

Name: Mr Banjo
Affiliation: The Brave Frontier, Hunters Guild

Mr Banjo is almost myth at this point. Heralded as the "Original Hunter" and the hero of several outposts and frontier settlements, this vagabond has a important part in much of humanitys resettling of the West Coast. Who he is exactly is unknown. He calls himself Mr Banjo and is a extremely enigmatic but capable hunter who was part of the team that killed a thunder bird. He is also believed to be a mutant, in that he seems to have stopped aging.

Name: Elizabeth Bosh
Affiliation: Jorgens Engineering and Innovation

Elizabeth is one of the two owners of Jorgens Engineering. The more mechanically gifted of the two, she deals with the engineering part more so then her sister. She is a well known and established prodigy when it comes to all things Magi-Tech

Name: Elizabeth Bosh
Affiliation: Jorgens Engineering and Innovation

Marie is the second and oldest of the Jorgen Engineering owners. Unlike her sister, her expertice lies in people more so then machines. She is the companies face and accountant. She works out the deals, do the travelling and generally keep the day to day operations running.

Name: Jenny Svenson
Affiliation: Herself

Known troughout Ambrosia as the go to person for all things underhanded, Jenny is a girl of many secrets. The sassy, somewhat off kilter lady is only 25 years of age yet one of the most troublesome individuals in all of the wastelands. Known middleman when it comes to contacting career thieves, smugglers and other unsavory types. Also owner of the divebar known as "Jennys Corner".

Name: Natalya Roskov
Affiliation: Hunters Guild

Natalya is the number one hunter in all of the guild. Aside from Mr Banjo, there are nobody close to her in number of beasts slain. She is a solitary kind of person, but when she isn't out hunting she can be found at a hunters bar called "The Bulwark". Her two dogs "Boris" and "Jeltsin" are very sociable however, and known to pee in peoples boots.

Name: Claudia Ulrech
Affiliation: The ADF

Melinda Cho's right hand. Claudia is a consumate proffesional, and the one heading the current anti-Clan operations outside of the city limits. A mutant, her eyesight is so good she does not actually need a scope on her rifle and only uses a ironsight. She has been known to pick out fast moving targets from bizarre distances. Really, really likes booze.

Name: Melinda Cho
Affiliation: The ADF

Melinda Cho is one of the most influential and powerfull people in all of Ambrosia. The Commander of the ADF, she hold the lives of thusands in her hands, and she is a very severe human being as a result of this. She doesn't do anything halfassed, and when she decides to mobilize her troops, she does so with remarkable decisiveness. Melindas campaign against Raiders have made her The Clans enemy number one.

Name: Omega
Affiliation: The Crystaline Pledge

If you were to ask why people mistrust The Pledge, they likely point to the woman known only as Omega. A powerful mage, Omegas background is one of mystery. A known associate to Mr Banjo, she seems to share his lack of aging. One of the Pledges Founding members, she is the only known mage to wield several crystals at once. Omega is very enigmatic and mystical in nature, she doesn't like giving straight answers and people find her more then a little unsettling as a result.

Name: Jerimiah Talbot
Affiliation: Hunters Guild

Current head of the Guild, and a veteran hunter. Jerimiah is a well known and respected member of Ambrosian politics. He has dedicated his entire life to the hunt, and only stopped because he can no longer walk due to a nasty poison causing terrible nerve damage in his left leg. Jerimiah is Navo native american and very proud of his heritage, claiming it is partly the reason why he went into hunting.

Name: Bobby Breaks
Affiliation: ADF

Captain Bobbie Breaks is the Garrison Commander at Mories Fort. His service record puts him in seniority, but he was the one who insisted on Melinda to be made ADF High Commander. Bobbie is not a Ambrosian by birth. Instead he comes from slightly south of the Fort, from a nomadic group of people who have come close to reaching the Crimson Peak.

Name: Henry.G.Oldstein
Affiliation: Brave Frontier, Albany Station

Henry Goldstein is the mayor of Albany Station and the foremost exporter of Lightning Crystal. He owns the mine, and with it, most of the towns workforce. While a rich man as a result, it should be noted that Goldstein pump almost all his money into Albany Station. He wishes to make it grow, and for the people of West Coast to have a second stronghold akin to that of Ambrosia.

Name: Rachel Lotman
Affiliation: Jorgens Engineering and Innovation, Harleys Armaments.

Rachel Lotman is THE scavenger out in the wastes. She has been part in uncovering numerous weapon caches and recovery operations trough the years. Rachel have been working mainly solo for most her life, but there are rumors she might be looking to start up a salvage company.

Name: Ricardo Manvela
Affiliation: West Coast Peacekeepers

One of the leaders of the WCP. Born to a poor farmer family outside the walls, he learned how to defend himself early.

Name: Sergey Ivanovich
Affiliation: Ambrosian Crystal Foundation

A engineer and miner by birth, Sergeys family have always been miners. Sergeys mother, Joleena Ivanovich, was a pioneer when it came to crystal harvesting and cutting the ore into intricate shapes. Sergey is a prodigy himself, having lived his entire life around crystals.

Name: Jolie Gaudila
Affiliation: Herself

Former Pledge member, Jolie is a combat mage with a unstable temper. Unsatisfied with the Pledges consolitory stance between normal humans and mages, she considers herself something more then human. She is a violent, sadistic woman who has commited a number of atrocities in the name of "Culling the weak." Her crystal is a extremely rare sort known as a "Toxin Crystal" It was found within the poisoneed and polluted refuse outside a a ruined powerplant. Its potential use for sheer offense is not to be underestimated.

Name: "Violent" Rhonda Bombard
Affiliation: The Clan

The Defacto leader of the Clan, Rhonda was the apparent mastermind behind the Junction Point raid and several other similar raids. She is believed to be the only person with the clan who survived a one on one fight with Kain Redeyes. Known for her ruthless agression and her frontline leadership, she has the fanatical support of her raiders.

The Founder and Mastermind of the Clans rise to power, Kain no longer lead his Clan. He is content to sit back and watch Rhonda and her rowdy bunch tear the wastelands a new one. Among Clanners, this man is regarded as nothing less then a god. His name comes from his mutation, that makes his eyes red as blood when he is angry or excited.

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Full Name... Ely Finley Newport
Age... Twenty-four

Archtype... Mage
Specialization... Combat Mage


Standing six foot two and weighing approximately one-hundred and fifty pounds, Ely is a rather thin and nimble young man. He possesses a nearly childlike face despite approaching his mid-twenties, the facial hair simply not coming to him after the flows of puberty. All that did come was his height and tuned muscles that lace his skeleton. On his head are the wavy strands of brown, each strand adding in length of fall past his ears but just shy of his shoulders. His eyes, while not mutated, show the spark of one attuned to magic. The irises are a dark yet iridescent green flecked with streaks of grey to further reveal his magical preference. Overtop his visual orbs are two dark brows full of expression. Ely’s face holds angle and hollows in his cheeks, high cheekbone residing over the softness of his facial flesh.

Clothing-wise, Ely’s often seen in form fitting pants and loose shirts. The shoes he wears are lightweight, wrapped several times over by cloth to maintain the grip over the years. It’s more than past time for new shoes, but he’s not had the care to do so. Instead he maintains what he has, keeping them patched up by occasional trips to the various towns surrounding Ambrosia.


Ely is dark, but not immensely somber. He’s made his peace with his mother and sisters’ deaths, but still harbors quiet sadness for his father’s loneliness. He’s jaded, having witnessed the murder of more than half of his immediate family. That said, he is broody at times, taking events to mean more than they actually may. Overthinking is a dual-sided trait of his, both harboring favorableness and disadvantageous aspects alike. Still, he is kind and charitable, compassionate and merciful especially to those less fortunate than himself. In the shattered world he lives in now, he would say that most aren’t as lucky as him.

In his training he learned to overcome the impulsiveness that most untrained magi fall under. He is mindful of his limits but presses them in times of trying. That said, he is determined to eventually raise those limits but knows that his ceiling must be delicately pushed. It is fragile and easily he could fall back under the addiction to the arcane that once held him eight years ago.


Ely was born in 36 AF within the city of Ambrosia. He was the last born of two siblings, both of which were more than five years older than him. His parents, Kennedy and Lexia Newport, were hardworking citizens of the city. His father was a member of Ambrosian Defense Force, not making many strides in rank because he was a content man. So long as he was able bring in enough money to feed his family, he was happy. Ely’s mother was a nurse within one of the clinics of the city. She, too, was rather humble and quiet, keeping to herself when on and off of work. Ambition did not strive within them; therefore, it did not grow within Ely.

Four years later, hunters brought down a great thunder bird, a legendary beast whose death marked the next era of expansion for the city. In that time Ely saw less of his father due to the man being almost obligated to take extra shifts in patrols. The need for the city to be expanded meant the guard had to cover more ground. Unfortunately, it also meant Ely’s father would work long hours, mostly at night, and would return home only to sleep in preparation for the next shift.

Due to his father’s ghostlike presence, Ely looked to his mother as more of a parental figure instead. He often accompanied her to the clinic she worked at, observing as she helped patients and was tasked with various odd jobs and errands. Not one to complain, Ely happily did his part for the clinic at his young age, refusing to leave his mother’s side. His want to be with his mother also meant that his education came in the way of homeschooling. If he wasn’t being taught by his mother in her free time, he was being taught by his two older sisters.

About a month or so before his sixteenth birthday Ely accompanied his mother and siblings on a trip to Junction Point, a settlement where his mother’s brother lived with his family. Pleasantries were had, Ely was reconnected with his distant relatives, and his uncle began to fill the void his father left within his parentage. Just as the hole was being fill though, the raiders, the Clan, came to Junction Point, sacking it. The militia of the town was overwhelmed, but managed to hold out enough for Ely and his family to start on the road back to Ambrosia. Misfortune followed the family still; what distance they covered by running was quickly closed by pursuers.

Ely's mother and two sisters were murdered before his eyes on the road. Even then, the glint in his eyes did not waver, his attunement to magic becoming known to both him and his would-be murderers. In his scrambling Ely discovered a small lightening crystal, formed by the storms that ravaged the area. Tapping into the crystal, he discharged its payload at his assailants. The surging of power forced him out of consciousness but ultimately killed two of his assailants, forcing the others to flee.

In the passing days Ely returned to Ambrosia. His run-in with magic opened his eyes to an entirely new world and the urges to cast more were prevalent and amazingly strong. His father recognized the signs of addiction. Kennedy opted to take his son to one of the small settlements on the outskirts, somewhere Ely could get treatment for his piquing addiction and learn to harness his powers if he so wished it. Ely did wish it and there he remained with his new brethren, the Crystalline Pledge.

With the Pledge he learned how to master he abilities over the next eight years. He partook in charity, acted in magi acceptance movements, and trained in the martial feats alongside his spellcasting. Ely willingly set out from the Pledge with a new goal in mind. He could only do so much within the limits of the Pledge. Outside of it, he could show the recovering world his charity and do good with his magic, his gift.

• Knowledge
  
  • Knowledge of the Arcane: Air, Fire, Water, Earth, Electricity

• Combat
  
  • Spellcasting: Air
    
    • Spell: Cutting Burst... a single, powerful spurt of air is expelled from the palms, sailing in the intended direction by the caster's hands.
    • Spell: Backlash... a concentrated gust of air is expelled from the crystal, knocking the first person hit back thirty feet.
    • Spell: Engulfment... torrential winds surround the caster, and the area immediately around them, protecting them from projectiles... can be detonated into a lesser variant of Backlash... can only be kept up for thirty seconds, weakens in strength by a third every ten seconds.
  • Weapon: Half-Spear

• Specialties
  
  • Nimble

• Backpack
• Canteen
• New World Map

Name: Erik

Age: 32

Appearance: Erik has short muddy blonde hair and a ruddy complexion, with a broad nose and wide and honest (if a little course) features. He stands at six foot tall and is naturally barrel chested and noticeably muscular with a stout sort of look about him. His hands bear scorch scars and his face is adorned with a brownish blonde beard that gives him a fierce look only tempered by kind blue eyes.

Personality: Erik’s personality would be most accurately likened to a bear, slow to anger but ferocious when enraged. To those who do not treat him well or those he does not respect he can be cold and brusque, however to those few who take the time to get to know him he can be funny and good company, for short periods of time. The one thing most who get to know Erik know is that he is a slave to his moods, and has been for as long as he’s been in Ambrosia. Ultimately a loyal friend and passionate man, Erik is not one to go about things in half measures, nor to shy away from a fight if he deems it worthwhile. Outside of his mood swings and somewhat rude manner Erik’s only other significant flaw is his distrust of Crystals and those associated, namely Mages and Magi-Tech. The hypocrisy of this stand-point had been pointed out in light of his choice of weapon, but it seems to have historic roots.

Biography: Erik was not born in Ambrosia that much is clear. For certain he has lived in the city for the past five years, but before that he arrived at the gates worn and wounded with a scowl that has not left him. He had only the bag on his back and the hammer in his hands, no one has questioned him on his roots as of yet, though most assume he came from one of the towns on the far outskirts of Ambrosia’s territory, presumably one that fell upon hard times. Erik is incredibly short with anyone who asks him about his past, which is telling in itself. Whatever is known about Erik has been told by his overly talkative brother, Leif, over one too many pints of ale, who also lives in the city, though he arrived a year or so before Erik himself.

Archtype: Engineer

Specialization: Armourer

Skills
Driving (mid)
Metal Working (Armour, High)
Engineering (Weapons, mid)
Engineering (Vehicles, mid)
Jerry Rigging (Combat/Quick Repair Work, mid)
Melee Fighting (Hand to Hand)
Melee Fighting (Hammer/Blunt)

Weapons: Magi-Tech Hammer, similar in essence to the Supersledge, Erik uses a unique weapon that resembles a massive sledge-hammer with a spike on one side and the flat on the other. It’s oversized but surprisingly light (though still unwieldly) and contains an air-crystal which lightens the weapon and both propels it with greater force and create a cushion of air that explodes on the flat, increasing the force of impacts.

Erik also has a simple revolver, but he has never been a particularly good shot.

Equipment and Gear:

‘Power Armour’: Erik is mostly concerned with armour in his line of work, be it for vehicles or people he deems it worth his time to create the toughest, most combat applicable pieces of attire possible. He wears one of his own designs, albeit it’s still in a proto-type stage. It resembles a very heavy set of plate armour of a squarish design with hydraulics on the legs and arms which react to the users movements, increasing the ease of movement in what would otherwise be an unwieldly chunk of metal. The downside is that the power for the armour is kept in a slightly vulnerable box on the back which can overheat with heavy use, however it is near impervious to small-arms fire and makes for an intimidating sight, which is often enough in his experience.

Erik carries a fairly comprehensive tool kit out with him when he’s working, with all the essentials for Jerry Rigging and basic maintenance of vehicles and the like, not to mention fixing up broken weapons and armour.

Name;
Arwan Sverrir

Age;
26

Appearance;
Short hair, brown in color, short and tattered as if cut with a blade in a hurry instead of letting someone with skill to complete the style, slender features and a lithe build only added to the woman’s intimidating look. Sharp green eyes peer out from under a dirty hood, their piercing gaze always searching and always seeing through their target. The worn hood, matching the rest of the outfit, crafted out of hard leather a dark brown easily able to blend in with both the desert and the few furloughs of trees that remained, a simple tattered cape fluttering down to the middle of her back. The rest of the outfit scantily cover her, an overly exposed mid section, both her chest and stomach open to the elements. The top tailored into a jacket of sorts, fastening at her midriff and splitting back open to fall down past her thighs.

Sculpted pads layered to add width to her shoulders run down into completed gauntlets, offering protections for the length of her arms. Long studded boots snake up enveloping her legs eagerly racing up to meet the ends of her top. Multiple buckles and straps cross over the leather, binding and pulling it to warp against her build. As alluring as the outfit comes across, its tightness allows her to move with ease and with little restriction of bulky armor and ill-fitting clothes. A tattoo splayed across her back marks both her guild and her family, black wings with a bow and spear crossing over them. The outfit belong to her mother, and when the time comes she will pass it and her weapons on to her child should she be blessed with one.

Personality:
For someone that has a lot of honor and pride in her history, Arwan could be called a sellout. Growing up poor instilled a desire for money deep within the woman. If there’s enough money involved then she’s more than happy to offer her services. Charming and quick witted, she often found enjoying a glass of beer or ale with the rest of the guild comparing stories and scores. If a challenge comes along with money than she’s even happier to help, often finding ways to complete the request in the simplest and quickest manner which happens to place her in precarious situations.

This desire for a challenge can make her quite stubborn at times, and her unwillingness to take on any request that doesn’t have a monetary gain, callously turning away those that approach her only offering their heartfelt thanks and gratitude. Some whisper behind her back, saying that her cruelness and avaricious are family traits and that she doesn’t care about the city just what she can gain from it. She’s been known to punch anyone that speaks ill of her family, vehemently defensive of those that she considers close and cares for.

Biography;
Awran grew up poor, what little money her father brought in from taking on request and going out hunting was barely enough for their small family to get by on. Her father had a soft spot, and often took on jobs that had little payout but the small girl was attentive enough to notice that the rest of his friends lived well off and had plenty to spare. It was then that she started to focus on wealth, taking up odd jobs running letters and errands for shop owners hording her money away in a tin can under her bed. She didn’t know what she was saving up for, but she knew she wouldn’t spend her entire life living in a small shack on the verge of collapsing.

The years went on like this, the only difference in their daily routine was a small black cub running around in between the small girl’s legs. Her mother had found the small mewling ball of fluff wandering close to the gate eagerly looking for food. At first she resent the creature, seeing nothing but another mouth to feed but she soon found a fast friend; when she was old enough to enter training to become a Hunter like her father she choose a different track focusing on taming instead of learning to slay beast. She became absorbed in her studies often running home to eagerly practice her lessons on Fahd, much to his disdain. He would rather run and chase the small girl around the house and plaza earning treats and praises for his behaviour. As she became more deft with her hands, she continued to help out shop owners fixing things they weren’t able to reach learning how to fix and craft small things.

Her early mornings soon consisted of pedaling small trinkets and half assembled traps, trying to add to her small meager fortune. For years she kept at it, getting better and better at trap making even picking up more lessons from her trainers to further her skills, the small cub she grew up with was growing just as fast and soon stood even with her chest. Though the proud beast would often throw her every times she attempted to ride him, making a game of it, seeing how long she could hold on before he deftly rolling her off playfully pouncing on her cleaning her face with happy purrs.

While her childhood was lacking in material things, it was relatively content.

The poor living conditions she grew up in soon started to affect her mother's health, and the money her father did manage to scavenge up was only enough to feed them and pay for her lessons. It got to the point that she had to give up her small collection to pay for medicine, and while she did so willingly she still resented the fact that she was reduced to having no money once more. She finished her training around the same time Fahd reached his full growth and started to manifest mutations, at first it startled her making her skeptical of her friend but with a little explaining and teaching from her mother on caring for him any reservations she had soon melted away. It was one her first request that he ended up saving her from a Silversnake, the poison on his fangs and tail far more lethal than the adolescent snake. She was able to sell it’s pelt and poison for good money, which she turned around and used to get the family crest embedded into her skin.

When she turned twenty her mother passed on her outfit and weapons, a symbol that she had passed from being a child to an adult. They had a small feast, a basic meal compared to the food served in the Guild’s mess hall but the feelings and hopes behind it made it taste all the better. Now she spends her days lazing around looking for high paying request, often splitting the money between supporting her family and saving it up in a small tin can hidden under the floorboards along with several others.

Archetype;
Hunter
Beast Tamer

Skills;
-Stealth
-Beast Lore
-Trap Making
-Tracking
-Spear Combat
-Judgement and Decision Making
-Negotiation

Weapons;
~Senka:
A long Spear, longer than most standard issue, the shaft a durable metal easily capable of withstanding the jaw force of many of the larger beast, strange script and filigree etched into the metal filled with ink and powder. The warped blade, jagged and multipronged, an obscure design seemingly meant to be decorative piece instead of made for stabbing and prodding. A small blue crystal imbedded into the binding, a water crystal, wrapped in the same metal used to craft the entirety of the weapon. An expertly forged spear, upon first glance it often appears to be seamless as if one had warped a rod of metal into shape with no binding or welding. Tapping the spear butt hard enough activates the crystal, the metal coursing with cold fury, any wound made by its marring bite freezes spreading through the target, momentarily incapacitating them.

~Ayla:
A small dagger, simple and elegant in design. The double edge blade shines in any light seemingly unblemished no signs of knicks in the blade, a sign of being well kept, the leather binding worn and soft to the touch. It sits comfortably in one’s hand, well balanced and versatile for close quarters or if need be able to be thrown a few paces away from the body. Also capable of being used when fashioning or cutting material.

~Fahd:
A cub birthed at a place that formerly called San Francisco Zoo, his parents had long fled the park sensing danger in the aftermath, crystal spires destroying most of the man made structure. Born south of Ambrosia into a litter of five, one ate a crystal and mutated, one died squealing in the maw of a Silversnake, only three survived under the megger care of their mother. But the young panther knew little of this strange world, and little else about finding food. At 8 weeks, the mewling cub wandered away from his den, stumbling over paws that were too big to be called normal. He ran into a boot, which he promptly attempted to eat before being swept up and had a rag soaked in milk placed in his mouth. The young woman who found him, raised him taught him how to hunt and how to fight. As he grew larger and larger, large enough to the size of horse, but his build was greater, less meat and more muscle, he showed signs of other mutation. The tip of his tail bore spikes easily capable of doing damage with one well placed lash, his fangs sharper more like snakes than that of a feline, both can become coated with poison if not cleaned regularly. It’s possible this mutation accorded when attempted to clean his siblings wound, laced with the poison of the Silversnake.

Equipment and Gear;
-Three Water Canteens
-Scrap Metal
-Various Size and Length of Rope
-Dried Meat
-Sleeping Roll
-Fire Kit

Like many Seers and mutants, Amber’s most prominent feature are her illuminated eyes, which emit a faded glow even in the afternoon sunlight. They are amber in color, from which she was named, with a lighter lemon color towards the center and a darker, deeper hue towards the outer ring of her irises. Voluminous lashes encircle her sultry eyes, with ashy brown strands of hair falling down the sides of her face and lightly brush the surface of her shoulders. While her complexion is rather fair, it bears a warm tint and frequently flushes in rosy hues.

With pleasant facial features and a lean, athletic frame of average height, Amber is considered to be attractive, at least for those who can see past the few faded burn scars on her arms and another that marks the side of her neck. She does well to employ her beauty in her missions when possible and finds success more often than not. As for her garments, they are rather simple and light, often cloth dresses or a loose tunic and pants of some sort. As a mage with fire specialties, wearing a larger quantity of fabric would get in the way of her movements and other times, it would simply go to waste as it occasionally caught on fire.



While Amber appears jovial and expressive to most at first glance, those who get to know her a bit better will also become familiar with her mischievous and devious nature. She’s a bit of a prankster, often infflicting small inconveniences on people simply to get a laugh out of it. In this way, Amber is a bit unpredictable and hard to control. Otherwise, she’s generally polite and courteous towards others and tends to form friendships quickly.

Amber’s purpose in life had always been to enjoy it and have fun, displaying passion and a curiosity to try new things as a result. It’s one of the things about her that people like - her penchant for seeking amusement. However, the distasteful events of her upbringing have birthed a cold and callous attitude within her that hides in the shadows of her brighter exterior. Amber has little sympathy for others and cares not for their well-being unless they have some use to her. She easily discards the friends she makes if it benefits or pleases her.



Amber doesn’t remember much from her childhood, despite its disturbing nature. What unfortunately remains of the recollections of her birth family are unpleasant at best. Whoever fathered her either died or left before Amber could form memories, and the other parent she was left with scorned Amber’s existence. Born with glowing eyes that marked her status as a lowly mutant, Amber was branded as the shame of the family and her mother often neglected her needs and punished her harshly at every opportunity that appeared before her. It’s hardly a surprise to say that the child was not given a name, at least not one Amber could remember among the many derogatory terms she was referred to as instead. Her mother’s vicious behaviour led her many siblings to do the same with Amber, and her role in the family became that of a punching bag of sorts. She was another expensive mouth to feed, and a monstrous abomination to boot.

Eventually, her mother simply straight out abandoned Amber when she was six years old, and how the witch managed to actually keep Amber for six long years was a miraculous wonder in itself. After being discovered for her attempts to steal some chicken from her siblings’ plates, Amber’s mother set her simple plan in motion. The mutant girl was ushered out of the house as punishment and was told to wander the streets until she learned her lesson, but her mother never let her back in. It wasn’t before long Amber came to terms with her situation and left the front porch of their humble home in tears, where she had been fruitlessly hoping for her family to open the door.

A woman named Vera eventually found the child near the slums, laying down on the side of the road several days later in bad shape. She was a mage who had defected from the Crystalline Pledge to become a mercenary with the Yellow Vests (her interests lie more with personal gain than the Pledge’s noble causes), and like Amber, Vera was a Seer herself. Perhaps the usually cynical woman saw herself in the glowing eyes of starving girl and took pity on her, which may have inspired the decision to take her in.

Amber spent the next little while growing accustomed to life on the move, following Vera around on her various missions without a permanent home nor bed to lie on. While Vera never showed typical motherly compassion for the child, she gave Amber a name which made her proud of the shining eyes she had been despised for her whole life. Vera became a mentor towards her, rather than a parent figure. Realizing Amber’s potential for magic as a Seer, Vera immediately began raising her with intentions of making her a mage. It was important that the first training she gave Amber was all related to strengthening her will and building upon her discipline and concentration. Amber’s already been caught staring at Vera’s crystal for extended amounts of time, deeply enamored by its soft hum, which only foretold the difficulty Amber would have in resisting her own crystal if not trained.

With time, Amber improved. She continued to struggle with keeping the crystal’s mesmerizing influence on her at bay, but showed talent in her manipulation of fire. She was obsessed with mastering her art; having been confined and degraded in the house she was born into, the fire gave her pride and power. She used her abilities more often than needed, sometimes forming a ball of fire in her hands and throwing it around for fun, or heating metals around an area and watching people yelp while touching them.

At the age of 17, Amber began working as a mercenary on her own after she learned all she could from Vera. Though she continued her affiliation with the Yellow Vests, Amber also took on jobs outside of the organization, usually small simple tasks from citizens and occasionally more dubious affairs from individuals and small groups from lawless areas.



Non-magical

Judgement: Amber has talent in judging character and assessing situations, making decisions based on her observations.

Magic

Seer's Sight

Streams of Flame: Channeling energy from the crystal, Amber can blast a flamethrower-like wave or stream of fire from her hands and/or feet with a range of about 1-2 meters. The stream of fire lasts as long as she holds it but quickly eats up the crystal’s power, so is more often used in a series of quick spurts.

Fire projectiles: This spell forms projectiles made of fire that follow and float around Amber until directed or flung towards an opponent. Their shapes can be manipulated, for example, a ball or dart of fire.

Rocket: By releasing an explosive flame from her legs, Amber propels herself forward like a jet using the fire’s kinetic force. Directing the fire behind her will allow Amber to glide across the ground for a limited amount of time at high speeds, and she can also launch herself into the air, a movement similar to an enhanced jump, by pushing the flames from under her feet.

Heat: Amber can emit and repel heat from her body that builds over time. This spell can keep her warm in winter climates and cooler in summer climates, and if enough time is spent increasing the heat, she can burn or melt things she comes in contact with. While it is not as efficient in setting things on fire like her her other abilities since it takes time, it requires the least energy. Her ability to repel heat makes her slightly more heat resistant than the normal person, but this only extends as far as being able to come in contact with fire for a small moment before burning as well.

Flame Whip: Amber creates a long snake-like chain of fire that can be moved around and manipulated, much like a whip. This spell is the one that is most often used, since it has less of a strain on her shard. Once fire is formed into the elongated form, she need only keep her concentration to manipulate it.


Amber owns a small pocket knife for utility purposes that is normally strapped to her thigh; otherwise she doesn’t use weapons.



Amber carries a medium sized pouch which normally hangs from her shoulder, or is tied to the side of her hip. It contains a decent amount of currency, a few snacks, ointment for burns and a small canteen of water. She also has a pack of matches in there, just in case her crystal requires recharging.

Name; Pandora Soth

Age; 24

Archtype; Explorer

Specialization: Scavenger

Appearance; Pandora is seldom seen without her garb which shields others from her true looks. The clothing that covers every inch of her body allows Pandora the ultimate deception -- the veiling of her gender. Many, when judging her body type and muscle tone almost instinctively jump to the imprudent conclusion that she is a male. She sports a simple, brown cloth hood, which hangs low over her head, and a thin rag swathed around her visage, covering her chin, nose, and scalp. She wears a thick, grey viewfinder to conceal her eyes. The three of these combined make for an effect where Pandora's face is completely masked and indiscernible. On her body, she wears a tunic-like article, which is both adequate for fast or sudden movement, but also loose enough to conceal any gender defining features or her body shape. Long, brown sleeves extend from the chest, which cover her arms, and continue into gloves, which in turn are wrapped with gauze. Pandora chose neutral and drab colors as to divert as much attention as possible away from her, however, her efforts are in vain, as her covering garb in itself tends to draw a lot of eyes.

Under her mask, however, she has cut her brown hair short, in order to keep it from snagging on things or getting in her way. Her eyes are a pristine, clear cut azure. They are sharp, and many people find themselves on the receiving end of a piercing glare. Her teeth are perfectly straight and white, and when she smiles you swear you can hear a "Ding!" like it's straight out of a cartoon. She has a defined jaw line coupled with very indented and high cheek bones. These features, joined with her smooth cheeks and delicate collarbone, give off an effect of a fragile, but beautiful woman. Ironically, this could not be further from the truth; she is as hard as a rock. Moving down her body, she is rather muscular for a woman. This combined with her, to be quite frank, flat assets, is often the feature that betrays others when trying to judge her gender through her covering combat regalia.

Personality; Pandora is solemn and unforgiving, her personality cold and unwelcoming. She has distanced herself from others, detaching herself in all relationships, never letting herself get hooked. She is more than content with the loneliness of her mind -- something that would drive many others crazy. Her habit of being alone often has led to her being quite introspective, always pondering the day's events, or in a broader scope, the way her life has unfolded and her purpose. She frequently tells herself that distancing herself from others is necessary for her survival, that one cannot get emotionally attached in a world like this one -- however, on numerous occasions she has become unsure of her once sound philosophy. She is young and naive, not quite sure of her chosen path and still trying to find herself and her emotions, her unpleasant and unsmiling attitude towards others a bipartisan of that. TL;DR: Pandora finds herself often trying to isolate herself from others, but sometimes she is not sure that is the correct choice.

Biography; Pandora's mother was a strong, independent woman named Zara, and she was a tad "eccentric" to put it lightly. She got knocked up by a man who decided that he was not going to father the child, perhaps it was the era of the apocalypse which left him feeling far less responsible, and the man left Zara, never to be seen again. This abandonment left a profoundly deep impact on Zara's life, as it was one of the latest of a series of incidents of abuse and mistreatment towards her, and she swore she would never be dependent on any one else, whether it be a man or not, again. Zara took the child which she had borne and "fell off the grid" so to speak. She shunned civilization, in attempt to prove to the world at large, but also to herself, that she depended only on herself, leaving the settlement of Ambrosia to make her own in the dangerous wilderness.

Zara and her now growing child, Pandora, did not survive the menaces of the wilderness, amidst the perilous fauna and unpredictable raiders, by being brash or bold. The mother, recognizing their strengths and their obvious weaknesses, got by on stealth, and stealth alone. Zara and Pandora would hide in ditches and caves, constantly avoiding potential threats. Zara would track migration and movement of fauna, or the patrols of raiders, and when the time was right would sneak out of whatever makeshift habitat they had made for themselves and proceed to gather food from nearby vegetation. Meanwhile, she would scavenge old world ruins for whatever items they could use; weapons, munitions, any possible first aid, et cetera et cetera. It was a treacherous life style; at any moment, danger could be lurking around the corner, hiding in the shadows, raring to pounce on you. However, Zara had become accustomed to the adrenaline and dangers of the largely uncharted frontier over time, and she had begun to master scavenging and supply runs whilst simultaneously avoiding danger.

Slowly, as Pandora began to grow old enough, Zara began to periodically have her accompany her on some of her runs. She would have Pandora cautiously tail her, in order to see how it was done. As time passed by, Pandora's roles in these supply runs would grow with her experience. Slowly, Zara would give Pandora more responsibility. It started with simply watching Zara's back from afar to make sure that someone or something didn't sneak up on her, and slowly progressed to actually participating in some excursions. Steadily, her experience grew, and she became more accustomed to lurking in the shadows, and being as quiet as possible. Eventually, Zara trusted Pandora to run her own scavenging outings, and Pandora independently went looking for food, water, and other supplies.

As Pandora began to mature, she began discovering loot and other contraband in old world ruins. At one point, she discovered a crystal shard on a scavenging trip, whose imbued glow and power seemed apparent to her. She eagerly rushed back to their camp, excited to show her mother what she had found, expecting her to be proud and content with the surprising discovery Pandora had found. Instead, her mother greeted her with coldness and contempt. She snatched the crystal from Pandora, and tossed it as far as she could into the wilderness, warning her of their effects, "Careful of these shards, Pandora, we have no use for them." Although her mother had good intentions, attempting to warn her daughter of the dangerous addiction the shards could bring, it angered Pandora that her mother threw away what she had found just like that. In the future, when she found things she thought could be valuable, she ultimately decided to keep them away from her mother, and keep them for herself.

It was only natural, after spending her whole life in the wilderness, that she would grow intrigued with what normal civilization was like. In time, her curiosity got the best of her, and she began making plans to sneak into the nearby settlement of Ambrosia. She would tell her mother she was going on a supply run, but she would find her way to the nearby settlement and sneak in. She would sit in the shadows, intently watching the people of the settlement, taking note of the way they spoke, their mannerisms, and the way they talked. She grew fascinated with life inside the settlement, and her secret excursions to Ambrosia became more and more frequent. However, she still maintained her distance, wary of people because of the seeds of mistrust her mother had planted in her head. She worried that people would attempt to take advantage of her do to her gender, this sentiment could be attributed to her mothers misgivings. In order to keep her gender and herself hidden, she fastened herself an outfit with materials she salvaged, which would cover her entire body.

She began bringing the things she had been collecting from her scavenging trips into town, and proceeded to sell them at the marketplaces, all of this behind her mother's back. She had learned from her countless days spent lurking and watching the men and women at the marketplaces how a basic trade and barter system worked. By and by, with every passing transaction she made with the men at the market, she began to look forward to her trips into Ambrosia, seeing the trading system as a game. The idea that she could get food and water for simple trinkets or little rocks intrigued her, and she began to learn what items got the most and what didn't fetch a high price -- in other words, with time she became rather consummate at bartering with the men at the market stalls.

However, after a year or two of making trips back and forth between Ambrosia, her mother grew suspicious. With time she became more and more sure her daughter was doing something behind her back. This, however, did not discourage Pandora from making her trips to Ambrosia, and she continued to do exactly what she had done before. But finally, her mother caught her by following her on one of her trips, and when she discovered what Pandora had been doing behind her back she was furious. When Pandora admitted to her that this had been occurring for a couple of years, she grew even more enraged. The life of isolation had ebbed Zara's psyche more than she was willing to let on, and it had left her emotionally unstable. It was for this reason perhaps, that this "betrayal" of her principles by the person she held most dear, drove her over the edge. She decidedly abandoned her daughter, swearing that she would never see her again.

Whilst Zara, in her wildly unstable state, felt betrayed, it was Pandora who ultimately suffered the bigger betrayal. The woman that had brought her into this world, the one who had looked after her her whole life, and the one who she had trusted so much, left her in a flurry. This left her trusting of others broken and unresponsive to those who attempted to befriend her. The sadness eventually passed away, and was replaced by anger. She continued to make trips into Ambrosia, bartering her scavenged goods, almost in an act of continued defiance. Little by little, she spent more and more time in Ambrosia, and became more integrated into the society. It eventually became that she was spending most of her time in Ambrosia, and spending the rest of her time scavenging, rather than the vice versa.

Skills;
◦ Stealth or sneaking
◦ Ability to pick locks
◦ Agility and/or speed
◦ New World Geography
◦ Gunplay (to an extent)
◦ Knowledge on smuggle routes
◦ Bartering or trading goods

Weapons;




Equipment and Gear; Pandora's most prominent and utilized gear is her clothing. Her outfit, as described earlier, is utilized to conceal her gender and identity. Coupled with this to further the effect, is a voice changer which she salvaged from a scavenging site some time ago. The voice changer is a small microphone taped near her mouth, which then emits the sound through a small but powerful speaker located on her neck. The voice comes out robotic and metallic, impossible to discern her true voice from the changer's effect. Along with this is a viewfinder she wears on her eyes. It is capable of zooming in and magnifying objects in the distance, along with the ability of night vision and thermal vision. However, when she goes on scavenging trips, she carries a larger assortment of items with her in her backpack. She brings a bedroll to sleep in, a water canteen, a pouch of dried animal skins and salted meats, self inscribed crudely drawn maps of the new world, a first aid kit, and a fire starting kit.