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Name:Adelaide Madonna Grimaldi
Aliases: Ada
Age: 28
Birthday: March 30th
Ethnicity: Italian American
Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: European History/Business Management
Occupation: Owner of Grimaldi Books
Languages: English/Italian

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 114lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears and naval pierced; Eagle Tattoo spanning her back

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Determined * Obsessive * Observant * Unyielding

Sexuality: Bi
Relationship Status: Widow
Personality: Ada can be a quiet woman a lot of the time but that is usually when she is in thought. Her mind wandering to connect things she is seeing to things she has read. Always looking for that moment when she finds something that reminds her of something else, making a connection with the past. Constantly observing she is the type of person that will usually read more into a situation than might be there on the surface. Because of this she can be looked at as jumping to conclusions but in the end she tends to be right and see things others do not.

On the flip side of this, when she does open her mouth there is no stopping her. She will let you know exactly what she thinks and carefully words what she says to get what she wants. She is not manipulative though, always out for the greater good. She won't say something just to say it, she always speaks with a purpose, even if that purpose is not obvious to others. She will not dumb herself down to be understood though, which can make her seem impatient with others.
Habits: Biting her nails, smoking
Hobbies: Reading ancient texts
Fears:

• Forgetting details
• Being a target
• Being forgotten

Likes:

• Mythology
• B-rate fantasy movies
• Instrumental Music
• European Symphonic Music
• Coffee
• Books

Dislikes:

• Stuff in her coffee
• Summer
• Rap
• Country Music
• Ignorance
• Inaccurate Historical Dramas

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Thoughts On The Murder: Tragic; not because of the death. Ada felt that death came to everyone but to have a death with no reason behind it was unpoetic. This murder had too many people it could have been but none seemed to have enough of a reason to actually go through with it, even her. It seemed to straight forward, to easy for her in her mind even if it was brutal. Why the brutality? Why the show? Why no admittance? It didn't make since and that was the tragic part.

History During H.S.: High School life was pretty decent for Ada. She comes from one of the oldest families in Grimm; in fact the name is named after her ancestor. Her name is an Italian variation of the Grimm line from old and her ancestors were the Brothers Grimm. She adored the fact that she is related to them and this gave her the love of reading and the written word at a young age. In HS she parlayed this into a love of all things academic. Though it didn't make her the typical Bookworm. In fact she didn't really fit into any clique in HS and fit into all of them at once.

She was part of the swim team and the fencing team growing up, so this placed her with the jocks part of the time. Her family money place her with the preps. Her love of books placed her with the bookworms. An Adoration of fantasy stuck her with the Geeks. Her family name made her cross paths with the Freaks. The only group she really didn't hand with was the Asians and that was just because she wasn't Asian but she would still gab over the latest anime.

Hard work and floating from clique to clique worked well for her. She was friendly enough not to be screwed with, strong enough to keep her own identity, but could be brash enough that no one wanted her to be around all the time. Didn't matter to her though, she wasn't there to be loved, she was there to learn and learn she did. Graduating at the top of her class and being a member of the homecoming court even though she knew she didn't stand a chance at winning. She didn't even try to get votes. She was too busy studying for the SAT's.

History Since Graduation: After the murder, graduation couldn't come quick enough. The murder disturbed her like it did most but that was only because she believe that those investigating it were morons and not looking as deep as they should have. It actually ticked her off when the case was closed. But that was the summer after graduation. Come fall she was out of there and attended Yale in the fall.

College life was wonderful for her, spending each summer abroad in various countries from Italy to Egypt working in libraries which had texts in them older than the country she had been raised in. Each summer lead to a new love of mythology and ancient texts. Many of her professors figured she would go on to become an archaeologist or a librarian. She kind of became both. Finishing college she moved to Chicago and opened up a rare book shop in the downtown area with the help from some private investors; people she had met during her time abroad.

The store was slow going at first, not for a lack of customers but for a lack of material. Rare books are rare for a reason, so she expanded on the idea and began to tap into the new age market by bringing in books and reprints of texts on various ancient mythologies. Her store quickly took off and since then she has spent her time surrounded by shelves of books that open the doors to more rare texts here and there.

Now a days she focuses on the mythological texts to keep her business afloat but she is the person people turn to for her more select selections that she keeps buried in the private floor above the book store. Slowly she has built the library to see in the states outside of institutions but none of these books are for sale anymore. They are her private collection. She will let you see them, for a substantial fee. Which many are willing to pay due to the size of her occult texts. Though she doesn't practice any arts, she still finds them fascinating.

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Character Quote: If nothing changes we are bound to repeat the mistakes of before.
Theme Song:

High School Clique: The Rest
Voted: Most likely to succeed
Why: Ever the well rounded student and Valedictorian it was a given
Anything Else: The Fallen Seraphim
Is a Widow - Married after settling for a man that she had been dating for about a year. He was killed serving over seas for the U.S. Marines. They were more friends than anything. She misses their talks but he was hardly the love of her life.

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Name: Tatiana Lobov Korvo
Aliases: Tati, Solovey
Age: 28
Birthday: October 31
Ethnicity: Russian
Birth Place: Kirov, Kirov Oblast, USSR
Location: Las Vegas, Nevada
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Nyet!
Occupation: Ballerina/Dancer
Languages: Russian(Mother Tongue)/English(Fluent but broken)

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 120lbs
Build: Curvy
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Auburn
Skin Tone: Porcelain dotted with freckles
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, Tattoo - Spanning the width of her shoulders is a single nightingale that is flying over a decaying city; the tattoo itself looks like it would be seen on an ink blot test, Scar - Numerous small ones she has acquired since the outbreak.

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Protective * Guarded * Unwavering * Moody

Sexuality: Depends on the day
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Tatiana can be a very quiet individual much of the time and can come off as shy to those that don’t know her but when push comes to shove she is usually the first to snap on someone and give a very boisterous opinion that can tend to create a scene. Too much pain from her childhood has caused to her be very protective about those she cares about, always afraid she is about to lose someone else in her life. This side of her usually comes out when she sees someone she cares about being put down, judged, or harmed. She is very guarded of her heart and her past, not wanting to open up about either of them because of what she witnessed as a child before she came to the U.S. That is unless she fully trusts someone, which is a rarity in and of itself.

Much of the time she will feign not understanding the English language, even though she has mastered the language, just to avoid having to deal with people if she feels like it. It is a defense mechanism she developed when dealing with unreasonable Prima's if she felt like the discussion was getting no where. Tatiana has never dealt what happened when she was a child and the combined problems since the outbreak; this leads her to have unusual mood swings. One minute she will be in a full tantrum, the next completely understanding and loving, the next as cold as her adopted mother. One never knows.
Habits: Smokes, scratches at the back of her hand
Hobbies: Ballet
Fears:

• Wolves
• Solitude
• Losing someone else she has grown close to

Likes: 6 minimal

• Nightingales
• Coffee
• Symphonic Metal
• Traveling
• B-Rated Movies
• Cheesy Romance Novels
• Rorschach Inspired Art
• Tattoos
• Ballet
• Smoking

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• Drunks
• Running into loved ones that have been turned
• Judgemental People
• Losing Inspiration
• Being Interrupted
• Know-It-Alls
• Vodka

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Scavenging
• Athletics
• Survival
• Orienteering
• Water Purification

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Knife
• Pistol
• Conning
• Basic First Aide
• People Reading

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Hiking boots, black slimfit jeans, underclothes, black tank top, white t-shirt, grey long sleeve over shirt, olive outdoor coat, small studded earrings, several black jelly bracelets, belt, knife sheath on belt, pistol waistband holster, compass necklace
• Back Pack
• Elk Ridge Hunting Knife
• S&W 9MM pistol
• Firestarter
• Water purifier tablets
• Water bottle
• J&J basic first aide kit
• Walking Stick
• Ballet Shoes

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Your First Walker Encounter: Rumors had been going around about how other areas of the country were falling to a flue type outbreak but in the middle of the Nevada desert things seemed okay. That was until it wasn't. The fever began to take people and soon the city of sin was turned into a war zone; one that reminded Tatiana of the cities back in Russia when things collapsed. Resources were low and it was hundreds of miles to get to the next city; people rioted but the shows had to go on and did until the very end. During what turned out to be Tatiana's last performance a man took ill during the first act, he was dead by the end of it and everything was put on pause while they awaited EMT's to remove the body. Tatiana was standing on stage watching as the scene unfolded and was horrified when she saw what she thought was a dead man grab one of the EMT's and start to rip the mans flesh off his bones with his teeth. She ran off backstage and grabbed her things before heading out the back door and into the streets; her survival instincts kicked in; at least flight had at that point.

History Before Outbreak: Tatiana was born in Russian during the tail end of U.S.S.R. and was forced from Kirov to many other places in Eastern Europe throughout childhood as a refugee. Jumping from camp to camp to avoid the wars that always occurred when a large empire crumbles to dust. This continued for years and put her through what she believe would end up being the hardest years of her life, ones she does not speak of but when mentioned one can clearly see there is pain behind her vibrant eyes even to this day.

Once the fall of the Soviet Union settled down she was able to return with her family back to the city of her birth. There she stayed, living in peace, studying ballet and going to school until her sixteenth year. An American Ballet Company offered her a chance to move to the U.S.A. to study. She jumped at the chance and was eager to start a new life in a new world. It would be a chance to become something other than just another local girl who dreamed of becoming a Prima.

Transferring to the U.S. was difficult, since she did not speak the language but with the help of tutors she was able to grasp the language and ended up getting her GED while working with the ABC to further her dance interests. Ballet came first, everything else was second. This was how things had to be if she ever wished to become something great. Though it seemed not to matter how good of a dancer she was or how much talent lay within her, due to her build she was always placed at the back of the pack.

In 2005 she opted to try taking a new direction with her dance and decided to move to Las Vegas Nevada. A city of Sin perhaps but also a place where those whose dreams would not come true elsewhere could come true there. That is if the luck of the draw was in your favor. For Tatiana it was. She found work with a production company as a back up stage dancer and quickly worked her way up to be the headlining performer. For the year before the outbreak she was happier than she ever had been, dancing on stage six nights a week as the star of a show that was designed just for her. She thought the worst in life was finally behind her, she was so terribly wrong.

History Since Outbreak: For the first few weeks after the outbreak began Tati spent locked up either at the performance hall she used to perform at or locked away in her apartment. Her life growing up as a refuge and in a crumbling economic setting had created a bit of a hoarder within her. Ever since she had become comfortable in Vegas she had kept supplies. Food, bottle water, medicine. Anything she came across that she wished she had had more of during those refuge years made its way into her apartment.

She ended up deciding one day to try to see what was going on outside and began to search the streets; trying to find information if things would get any better since the net and tv no longer worked. Maybe she would find someone she knew. It would be something; anything was better than the solitude at that point. Solitude was the worst part of being a refuge after the starvation and pain. Sometimes it could actually be worse.

Tati was rounded up and taken to a camp, a supposed safe zone. She knew better than that. The place was like every other refuge or interment camp she had ever been in. It was no better. This many people who were hungry and scared crowded together in a small space never did well, add to that that there was an illness of some sorts causing things to go wrong made it so much worse. Disease spread in small confines. The only solace she found was when Davina found her. The two made a plan to get out and get away.

Since then they have been together; jumping from group to group when needed but mostly trying to stick it out on their own. The less people in a group that better. Two seems to be their perfect number. Both know enough to balance out the other and keep the pair going. Whether it is when Davina has to con a group to let them in for a short time or they are stranded in the middle of no where and Tati has to use skills she wished she would never have to again to keep them going. Either way the pair have survived this long and made it almost to the east coast after all this time. In Ga now, supplies are running low, it's time to find another group for a short period of time.

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Character Quote: "Life goes on long after the heart stops beating."
Theme Song: Ludovico Einaudi - Experience
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Enough to stay alive
How Many People Have You Killed: 5
Why: I learn long ago, humans can be greatest monster
Anything Else: ~provided in previous Cs's~

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Name: Astrid Bodil Hansen
Aliases: Valkyrie
Age: 34
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: Norwegian-American
Birth Place: Minneapolis Minnesota
Location: Georgia Renaissance Festival
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Shield Maiden (Viking Reenactor)
Languages: English/Norwegian

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous Viking inspired tattoos that cover a large portion of her body. Several ear piercings. Multiple scars on her flesh; arms, legs, back.

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Fiercely Loyal * Sarcastic * Adaptable * Snarky

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual (Usually preferring males)
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Astrid might has well have been born a thousand years ago. Even though she was born in a large city and raised there her views are still tucked away in the Viking ages when it comes to many thing. She actually enjoys not having electricity and surviving off the land. Every day is like she is raiding and pillaging some new town. If it weren't for all the Walkers running around this would be her perfect idea of life.

She is a survivor, even before the outbreak, and loyal to a fault when it comes to her friends. If you become one you will have one until you die because in her mind she isn't going to die until she is ready. Damn the Walkers. She can be kind and is very motherly in her ways but she is rather rude at times. She is sarcastic and has a snarky streak that runs a mile long. Thankfully most don't see this side because it usually comes out in Norwegian instead of English, but the look on her face can give her away. She cannot keep a secret to save her life and what she says is always truth, sometimes too much truth. To get around this though she will speak in riddles from time to time. She won't lie but she will circumvent telling you the all out truth if she can avoid it when needed.
Habits: Braiding her hair, picking at hew nails
Hobbies: Star gazing
Fears:

• Losing her sword
• Having to put down a friend
• Snakes

Likes:

• Reading
• Polishing her sword
• Talking in Norwegian so others don't know what she is saying
• Gardening
• Taking care of her horse
• Cold days

Dislikes:

• The Heat - Why the fuck are we in Ga again?
• People messing with her braids
• People messing with her horse
• People touching her things
• Coffee
• Getting more stitches

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Shield Fighting
• Horse Riding
• Bow
• Viking Survival Skills

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Fletching
• First Aid
• Axe Throwing
• Animal Husbandry
• Leather Tanning

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - leather corset, leather pauldrons, leather tassets, leather belt, linen viking period shirt, fitted trousers, knee high leather boots, various leather pouches, numerous pieces of vikingesque jewelry, sword sheath, under clothing
• Shield
• Long Sword
• Viking Throwing Axe
• Horse
• Standard
• 2 litter bottle with various types of sand in it
• Dried meats
• Patches of leather
• Sexy fun stuff

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Your First Walker Encounter: Heat stroke his one of the people that were coming to the faire. It didn't surprise her, the person was all dressed up not only in leather armor but chainmail and the heat had set in early. They thought they could handle it, they couldn't. The body was moved to a tent to stay there until the paramedics showed up. They showed up too late. The corpse decided it had had a long enough nap and began to go on an eating rampage through the faire. Apparently Ale and Turkey legs were not on its Weight Watchers Point Program. A sword to the skull later and Astrid had made her first true kill. It wouldn't be her last.

History Before Outbreak: Life for Astrid before the break out was anything but your typical childhood. Daughter of two Norwegian-American's she was raised in the old ways. Her parents helped to start the reenactment movement for Viking History in the northern part of the country and when she was born she became part of that life. She never attended school properly, instead her mother homeschooled her. Astrid loved it. Every weekend they were off to some other part of the country, educating people on the ancient ways of the Vikings.

As she got older her parents started to train her in warfare. How to handle a sword, a shield, and more. She was a shield maiden of old in her mind and it was an honor to carry on the family legacy. She quickly became the lead Shield Maiden in the troops reenactments, leading her people into "battle". The more believable they could make it the better. Week days were spent training and readying more good to sell to those that visited the various reenactment locations. Much of the down time was spent braiding girls hair for a price to bring in more money.

After a time Astrid ended up being an extra in several movies and t.v. shows that focused on vikings. Wardrobe loved her. She always showed up in full gear, her hair braided wildly only made it that much better for them. She enjoyed it but she hated hearing the word "cut." She eventually stopped the minor acting career and returned to her troop. The next stop - The Georgia Renaissance Festival. Six weeks of Georgia heat in leather armor? Oh yay, but hey she would get to show off her shield skills once again. Why not?

History Since Outbreak: The first couple of years after the outbreak were decent enough, at least as decent as they could be in the middle of the end of the world. The place had supplies and walls, that was a big step up from what most had. Not only that it had people, people who were used to living without the modern things. People who had spent years if not a life time holding on to the past. Those skills became invaluable during that time. Being able to live off the land and know how to handle a fight was a priceless endeavor.

Astrid ended up doing what she always did, she fought. Granted now it wasn't against others in some staged battle, this was real. But when you are killing monsters, it doesn't seem so bad. At least not later, the first kills are always hard. You still see your friends in those lifeless eyes. You know what they did when they were alive, you remember laughing with them. After a time it isn't so hard and it becomes second nature. Then comes the point where you start killing those that are alive. At first it is a last resort, to save yourself. You instead of them. After that you start weighing people, are they worth it? Will they become trouble? Even with the living you become less attached.

If killing the dead and the living isn't bad enough there is always something else. Eventually food stores run low or disease gets in. A simple flu starts killing people and those people while knowing about the past know very little about modern medicine. Death tolls rise quickly and you are left standing there as you see everything you have fought to protect fall to ash around you. Do you stay or do you go? By the time that happened there were only her and one other left. They couldn't keep the large area going alone, didn't matter how fierce they were.

Packing up a cart, burying supplies and bracing the walls as best they could they set off. They needed a new home or at least new people. So it began, the next year of their lives. Astra kept the woman close, learning from her and teaching her. The two are sisters in arms now and even though Astrid has retreated to this place in her mind of a true shield maiden, it has been a good place to stay for now. Though, how long can she remain in that state until it fully takes over and she forgets everything of a normal life. Is there such a thing anymore? Doesn't matter, you still keep moving.

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Character Quote: Lo there do I see my father; Lo there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers; Lo there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning. Lo, they do call me, they bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever.
Theme Song: Tyr - The Lay Of Our Love
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: I have lost count
How Many People Have You Killed: Over a dozen
Why: It's a bad idea to think you can rape and pillage a Viking woman
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS's~

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Name: Ryan O'Reily
Aliases: Irish, Lucky Charm
Age: 40
Birthday: March 17th
Ethnicity: Irish American
Birth Place: New York, New York
Location: Lee State Prison, Leesburg Ga
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Prisoner
Languages: English/Gaelic

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 155lbs
Build: Wiry
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ryan has a a cow skull tattoo on his right upper arm and a four lead clover on his right hand on the muscle between his thumb and index finger. He also has two notable scars; one that run from the center of his abdomen out to his hip and a smaller one under his right nipple that curves beneath it.

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Cunning * Ruthless * Caring * Manipulative

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Ryan is highly intelligent despite the fact he never graduated high school. He is a man of street smarts, always observing and watching. He is quick to think and quicker to wiggle his way out of bad situations. He is completely ruthless when it comes to getting what he wants and has used his near Machiavellian personality get the job done. While he has never taken a human life purposefully, he is indirectly responsible for the deaths of over twenty people. He will manipulate people to get what he wants at any cost, always thinking of the end game; survival.

While the man can seem like a heartless son of a bitch, he is caring. The few people in his life that he has been close to he will move heaven and earth for. Thing is those people are few and far between and as far as he knows; all dead. Cunning to the end, he is never timid, and knows how to play people against each other. Years on the streets and in prison has taught him to watch his back and his ass. If he feels you are a threat, you end up on a list and in the end that list is always taken care of even if he isn't the one getting his hands dirty.
Habits: Smirking, picking at his nail bed
Hobbies: Playing cards and checkers
Fears:

• Being electrocuted
• Solitary confinement
• "Violation"
• Coming out of remission

Likes:

• Watching people
• Getting high
• Fresh air
• Wide open spaces
• Playing mind games
• Executing revenge
• Dogs
• Affection

Dislikes:

• Nazi's
• Steal bars
• Confined spaces
• Overbearing idiots
• People who screw with those he cares about
• Guys making a pass at him

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• People Reading
• Manipulation
• Shivs
• Drug Production - Illegal
• Brawling

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Alcohol Production
• Water Purification
• Scavenging
• Machete
• Shotgun

Current Supplies:

• Blue jeans, olive green tank top, worn out hoodie that says Irish on the back, worn out converse, a wallet that is empty except for a picture of his brother and a four leaf clover
• Back Pack
• Jersey that says O'Reily on the back
• Couple of cans of spam
• Water Bottle
• Machete
• Shiv
• Bottle of Opiates
• Bag of joints
• Lighter

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Your First Walker Encounter: You ever see someone get shived in prison? It isn't a pretty sight. The weapon usually isn't anything special, could even by just a filed down end of a plastic tooth brush. Thing is, it still rips flesh and causes a lot of blood. That is bad enough as you are standing there with the other assholes waiting for the body to be cleaned up and taken down to the morgue. When suddenly that fucker that just got Gods Post Death Pardon stands up and have a second go at his last meal, you run and everyone riots. That's how it started for us in Lee. Shit only got worse from there.

History Before Outbreak: Prisoner #97P904. Convicted July 12, 1997 - Five counts of reckless endangerment, possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute, criminal possession of a weapon, parole violation. Sentence: Life imprisonment, up for parole in 12 years. Convicted of murder in the first degree in 1998 and parole was extended to 40 years.

Life growing up on the streets of New York was anything but easy. An Irish American from an Irish Family with a mother who abandoned him and his brother; leaving them with a heavy fisted father. Both he and his brother Cyril took to the streets because they were easier to survive than home. Dealing drugs was easy and within no time Ryan was in control of his own gang with his brother as his enforcer. Ryan was easily able to manipulate people to get what he wanted, never afraid of the consequences and even though he had run ins with the law and short prison terms, nothing ever stuck. He was out on parole before anyone knew it.

The pair ran the drug trade through the Irish parts of town. It was going great until 1997, when during a fight during at a funeral his brother was brain damaged. Ryan went on a drug and alcohol induced rampage and nearly killed half a dozen people. Drugs were found on his person and he was tossed into prison for a life sentence but Ryan wasn't worried. He figured he would play good, do what he had to to survive again and be back on the streets before he turned Forty, his only worry was his brother. His wife at the time took Cyril under her care to make sure he stayed out of trouble without Ryan around.

While in prison he was diagnosed with cancer and thanks to the help of the prison doctor went under treatment. Thinking he was in love and she needed freeing he manipulated his brother into killing her husband; as well as divorcing his wife. His brother was sent to the same prison he was at and Ryan took his brother under his wing to protect him; knowing that with his brothers diminished mental capacity he would be fodder for every sicko within the walls. They were originally assigned to different blocks but a deal was struck and Ryan confessed to being the mind behind the murder, getting another 40 added onto his parole chances. He didn't care at that point, Cyril was moved to his cell block and away from the Aryan fuck wads.

The two backed each other up, Ryan's brain and Cyril's brawn made for a dynamic team within the concrete walls once again. Ryan working with the Wiseguys and capitalizing on his ability to manipulate people to keep him and Cyril alive. While Ryan never had the very hand in a persons death, he was the cause of many of them in Attica. Things were going well, as well as they could in prison. That was until someone tried to kill Ryan and Cyril ended up killing the attacker. There as no proof that Cyril just didn't snap and because of this, Cyril was sentenced to death. After his execution Ryan was transferred from Attica to Lee Prison in south Ga to keep him from falling into a suicidal despair because of the familiar surroundings.

History Since Outbreak: The first year after the out break are what Ryan looks at as the worst. While people outside of the walls were dealing with it, he always felt that being locked in a prison was far worse. Sure they had walls but that many people without scruples being locked up and the so called Correction Officers splitting at the first chance they got did not leave a pretty scene. The place was locked down tight. More and more riots broke out, more and more people died, more and more Walkers were "born." But being out in the middle of no where it was better the devil you knew than the one you didn't with most of them. It wasn't until the place finally became overrun in every block that Ryan made a break for it with a few other convicts.

Wandering became the normal, small town to small town to try to survive. The group he broke out with grew smaller and smaller by each month that ticked by in year two. Some died, some were killed, some just left. Ryan didn't care, he was still breathing and there was no one left that he cared about. It was back to street wise Irish. Using what he had learned on the streets growing up and in prison, he just survived until the end of year two.

The start of year three was when things got interesting for him. He was taken in by a group known as Eden. They were a bunch of crazy fuckers but they had a place and they had supplies. It was better than nothing as far as he was concerned. There he learned a lot of what he needed to survive. Using his ability to manipulate people to stay out of the wrath of Adamm. There he met a country chic that wasn't half bad in his books but she left quickly, he couldn't blame her. Eden was no place for a lady. Yet, Ryan stayed, it was still better than nothing.

That was until a month ago when Eden was overrun by Walkers, a hoard that tore the place apart shortly after a raid on the city of Newnan. Ryan was there just long enough to hear the report that she was there. A smirk to himself and quick move and he was out of there in the middle of all hell breaking loose. Careful to cover his tracks, Ryan has made his way towards Newnan over the last month; figuring he could use his knowledge on Eden and the fact that Adamm is now aware she is still alive to get behind the walls. Eden might be strong but they are weak right now and Ryan always likes to be on the winning side. Now to see if they will let him in.

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Character Quote: Like O.M.G., Becky's not even hot!
I'm like the Lord Of The Fucking Dance
I never lose when it counts
Theme Song: Disturbs cover of Simon and Garfunkel's Sound Of Silence
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Lost Count
How Many People Have You Killed: Zero
Why: Why kill someone when I can get someone else to do it?
Anything Else: ~listed in previous CS's~

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Name: Amy Leon Chang
Aliases: Dr. Drink
Age: 36
Birthday: March 15th
Ethnicity: Chinese-American
Birth Place: San Francisco, California
Place of Residency: Altsoba, Washington
Hometown: San Francisco, California
Gender: Female
Highest Level of Education: Doctorate (Medicine/Biology)
Occupation: Surgeon, Head Of Thoracic Surgery, Altsoba Methodist Hospital
Languages: English, Chinese (Mandarin), Latin

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135lbs
Body Type: Average
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color and Style: Black, slightly wavy, coarse, wears to just passed her shoulders in length
Skin Tone: Fair skin with yellow undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears are pierced, other than that nothing.
Personal Style: Are scrubs considered a style? That and gym shoes is pretty much all that Amy wears since she is at work most hours of the day. When she isn't she is still pretty much a jeans and t-shirts type of woman, comfort over fashion any day of the week. She can get dolled up as it were but will need help from a friend, she really doesn't work girly well. Hell she doesn't even speak "girl."

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Intelligent * Bossy * Driven * Tactless

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: An ambitious and competitive person, Amy is a bit of a force to deal with whether she is wound up or not. Always on her toes and quick to retort or act. She goes with her gut feeling and relies on her instincts. She tends to try to suppress her humanity in order to achieve perfection but struggles with it and at times can finally break down. She has been called heartless from time to time but in fact she just cares in ways she cannot express. Through it all though she is one to count on when the chips are down and never gives up, even after someone has given up on themselves.
Habits: Rolling her eyes, pursing her lips when she is angry
Hobbies: Drinking, drinking is a hobby right?
Fears:

• Losing dexterity in her hands to where she can't be a surgeon anymore
• Making a mistake that costs someone their life
• Earthquakes - Fuck you San Fran!

Likes:

• Drinking
• Hotdogs
• Playing Softball
• Dancing around for no reason at all
• Cooking
• Eating!

Dislikes:

• Idiots (Which to her is pretty much everyone)
• Interns
• Teaching
• Being told something isn't possible
• Running out of coffee
• Surgery getting canceled

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More Mental Skills:

• Medical Training/Surgery
• Driving
• Cooking
• Hospital Politics
• Local Bars
• Earthquake Survival (Thanks San Fran)

Physical Skills:

• Stamina
• High Pain Threshold
• Fast Pitch Softball
• Running

Day to Day Belongings:

• Wallet
• Keys
• Hospital ID
• Emergency Medical Kit
• Thermos of Coffee
• Cellphone
• Pager (She is old school)
• Bag
• Change of clothing and tennis shoes in her bag
• Softball

Home:

• Medical Books
• Medical Journals
• Crap she's "acquired" from the hospital
• Collection of empty liquor bottles
• Laptop
• Music System/MP3 Player
• Softball Gear
• Running Gear
• Collection of "Protective Charms" her mother gave her when she moved from California. (Amy thinks they are total bull but she keeps them anyways)
• Jar of crap she has removed from people during Surgery (bullets, hammers, Hotwheels, and so forth)

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Life Before The Apocalypse: Amy was born and grew up in San Fran, within eye shot of the Golden Gate Bridge. Eldest daughter of an immigrated family from China she grew up in Chinatown, often working in her parents restaurant after school as she got older. Life really wasn't bad, other than having two parents that were more driven than she was and pushed her harder than she pushed herself. Which is saying something considering the level of perfection she seeks in herself on a daily basis.

It was no surprise when she graduated top of her class and got a full ride to medical school. In fact, it would have been a shock if she hadn't and lord knows how bad her parents would have ridden her if she hadn't. Med school was a welcome change to dishing out crappy egg rolls and she fell in love with it. During her residency she had a rotation with the hospitals Heart Surgeon Guru. The first time she heard a chest crack open it reminded her of cracking a lobster shell and she was in love.

A few years later she was in her zone and working up the chain of command quickly but she had to get out of California. Too many tremors and Earthquakes for her liking and it really did a number on her surgical suites. A few calls, a couple of resumes and interviews and she was packing her bags to jaunt off to bigger and better things, or so she thought.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba: Taking a Job as Head Of Thoracic Surgery for Altsoba Methodist Hospital she figured it was all up hill from there. And it was. That was until the end of the damn world decided to sucker punch her life goals and plans. Yeah, just her luck she would pick the center of "All Hell Breaking Loose" to plan the rest of her life. She just keep trucking along though. Figuring at this point, if the world is going to end at least she will have plenty of bodies to piece back together until her life is over being at the Epicenter of all of it. Come on Altsoba, back to work, we ain't done yet!

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Theme Song: I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Deviance's: Physical Empathy: ability to know what is wrong with a patient without tests and X-Rays. Most say she just has a sixth sense when it comes to it.
Extra Information: Has a tendency to drink.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

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Character Name: Amy Leon Chang
Age: 36
Public Occupation: Dean Of Medicine - Justice Memorial
Languages: English, Chinese, Latin

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Average
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Fair skin with yellow undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears are pierced, other than that nothing.
Personal Style: Are scrubs considered a style? That and gym shoes is pretty much all that Amy wears since she is at work most hours of the day. When she isn't she is still pretty much a jeans and t-shirts type of woman, comfort over fashion any day of the week. She can get dolled up as it were but will need help from a friend, she really doesn't work girly well. Hell she doesn't even speak "girl."

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Intelligent * Bossy * Driven * Tactless

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: An ambitious and competitive person, Amy is a bit of a force to deal with whether she is wound up or not. Always on her toes and quick to retort or act. She goes with her gut feeling and relies on her instincts. She tends to try to suppress her humanity in order to achieve perfection but struggles with it and at times can finally break down. She has been called heartless from time to time but in fact she just cares in ways she cannot express. Through it all though she is one to count on when the chips are down and never gives up, even after someone has given up on themselves.

Habits: Rolling her eyes, pursing her lips when she is angry

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General World Skills:

• Medical Training/Surgery
• Cooking
• Hospital Politics
• Local Bars
• Earthquake Survival (Thanks San Fran)

Combat Skills:

• Stamina
• High Pain Threshold
• Fast Pitch Softball
• Running
• Driving

Possessions:

• Clothing - Scrubs, lab coat, soft ball in the pocket
• Wallet with Ids and Medical Creds
• Keys
• Emergency Medical Kit
• Thermose Of Coffee
• Cellphone
• Pager
• Bag with Change of clothing
• House in the Diamond District
• Necklace with the sign of Venus hanging from it

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The Basics: Amy was born and grew up in San Fran, within eye shot of the Golden Gate Bridge. Eldest daughter of an immigrated family from China she grew up in Chinatown, often working in her parents restaurant after school as she got older. Life really wasn't bad, other than having two parents that were more driven than she was and pushed her harder than she pushed herself. Which is saying something considering the level of perfection she seeks in herself on a daily basis.

It was no surprise when she graduated top of her class and got a full ride to medical school. In fact, it would have been a shock if she hadn't and lord knows how bad her parents would have ridden her if she hadn't. Med school was a welcome change to dishing out crappy egg rolls and she fell in love with it. During her residency she had a rotation with the hospitals Heart Surgeon Guru. The first time she heard a chest crack open it reminded her of cracking a lobster shell and she was in love.

A few years later she was in her zone and working up the chain of command quickly but she had to get out of San Fran. A few calls, a couple of resumes and interviews and she was packing her bags to jaunt off to bigger and better things, or so she thought.

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Character Quote: Bitch I will cut you!
Theme Song: I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Anything Else: ~Provided in previous Cs's~

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Name: Danica Marie Graves
Aliases: Dani, Monkey
Age: 25
Birthday: October 14th
Ethnicity: All American Mutt
Birth Place: Olympia, Oregon
Place Of Resicency: None Currently, apartment in Seattle was crushed during the Earthquake. She's currently a nomad, which she is just fine with.
Birth Place: Olympia Oregon
Gender: Female
Highest Leel Of Education: Bachelors Degree (Journalism/Ancient History)
Occupation: Travel Journalist, Blogger, Graves Travel
Languages: English, Korean (Fluent) - Base knowledge of Spanish/French/Napali

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125lbs
Build: Lean and well toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Sun-kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Multiple piercings - ears, lobes, belly button, eye brow, tongue. Surgical scar on her knee, various small cut scars on her body from rock climbing. One large tattoo that starts at her lower back and end over her shoulders. (A mountain cliff where a murder of crows is flying from; solid black ink and on the right shoulder blade she has the following words in script - Sometimes you have to fall before you can fly.)
Personal Style: When in the office she wears will usually just a simple tailors black coat with various colored button down shirts and straight leg blue jeans with heels. Out of the office her style is a bit more punkish if she is going out - Ripped jeans, leather coat, various silver bracelets and necklaces. She wears a single silver ring on her right index finger and basic studs in all her piercings. When at home or out climbing she will always just find her in a sport bra and a pair of yoga pants.

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Caring * Overbearing * Compassionate * Obsessive

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual - Usually preferring women
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Danica is pretty laid back under normal circumstances but she can stress out from time to time. She can be very loving when she is around the right people but has a tendency to keep quiet and has a wall built around her. Having said that the woman is a Type A personality in nearly every way - She is driven, unrelenting, and a bit cynical at times. She will butt heads with people if she feels they are either speaking out of their rear ends or doing something else that just doesn't sit right with her.

She rarely keeps her opinions to herself but knows when to stay tight lipped even if she is a bit quicker to trust people than most. She will leap before she looks or even thinks much of the time and while this may seem reckless it usually works out well for her. She trusts her gut over everything; If her gut says no, she won't - If it says yes she will throw herself into something fully without every looking back or second guessing herself.
Habits: Biting her nails, popping her joints
Hobbies: Tae Kwon Do
Fears:

• Becoming stranded on a mountain injured
• Dying (Has nightmares of kind of being shot, by herself, but not really.)
• Buried Alive

Likes:

• The outdoors
• Climbing
• Fighting
• Researching
• Reading
• Running
• Base Jumping
• Pushing her limits
• Older T.V. Shows
• Corney Movies
• Comic Books
• Music

Dislikes:

• Crap in her coffee!
• Vapers
• Waffles
• Being stuck indoors too long
• Someone touching her climbing gear
• Unethical People

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More Mental:

• First Aide
• Research
• Ancient Rune Translating
• Direction Sense
• Ancient Mythology

Combat Skills:

• Tae Kwon Do
• Parkour
• Athletics
• Climbing

Day To Day Belongings:

• Pack with Basic Climbing Gear - She keeps this on her at all times.
• Wallet - Id, Cash, Photo of family, credit cards, insurance card
• Clothing - Currently is her daily when out attire - Jeans, boots, leather jacket, tank top underneath, jewelry
• Fitbit
• Cellphone
• Keys - Hotel Room, vehicle, storage unit
• Pack of gum
• Saint Christopher medal in her pocket
• Pocket Knife

Home:

Which is currently a hotel room really over packed with crap

• Laptop
• Numerous books on various Histories
• Numerous books on various religions
• Numerous book on Geography
• The rest of her climbing gear
• Base Jumping Suit
• Body Opponent Training Bag
• First Aide Kit
• Collection of DVD's
• Collection of Comic Books
• Ten Speed Mountain Bike

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Life Before The Apocalypse: Danica grew up in Oregon, part of a split family. She was the eldest child of her father - who had at least one more that she knows of a few years after she was born. When she was very young she was enrolled in the local Tae Kwon Do school as something to do to channel her already aggressive nature. (Something that came out in many school yard scraps starting when she was preschool.) She seemed to flourish in the environment and after a few local tournaments her Grand Master, a man who had moved from South Korea after the Korean War, saw she had a talent and a tenacity that could be much better channeled into something beyond just brawling with her school mates.

Over the next decade she trained every day after school and spent her weekend traveling around the United States for National and International Competitions for the W.T.F. and the U.T.A. She did well and even won a spot on the Junior Olympic team where she took silver in Forms and Bronze in fighting. When she reached the age where she could compete in the adult circuit she earned a spot on the U.S. Nationals team and won Gold for her country. It took her years to earn her rank in TKD; Even spending time in Seoul South Korea at the Kukkiwon training for a summer as part of an exchange program; where she earned her first Dan/Poom. During her travels for tournaments she met many people from all over the world. Spending time with them over long trips and picking up a bit of their languages here and there, mostly cursing and how to ask where the bathroom was, as well as their interests.

One such interest was Rock Climbing, which she quickly fell in love with. A friend of her, Luis, who was from Colorado introduced her to the sport. This turned out to be a blessing for Danica - After an injury during a tournament that prevented her from performing the aerial displays her spot was known for with proper technique she flipped from a life of TKD to Rock Climbing. After a knee surgery to help repair the damage she put her mind to climb anything and everything she could. She still practices TKD but now it is more of a life style choice than anything. Rock climbing helped get her back into the mix of things while she started to attend college. Though she did well and graduated early the last thing she wanted to do as a journalist major was to sit behind a desk. She wanted to be out in the world.

Grabbing her things she started up a blog and began to write down everything she did after college; posting images of her climbs. This got the attention of several travel magazines and they began to buy her stories. Hot Damn! She was getting paid to climb instead of living off the meager ad earnings her site generated. After a year of climbing and writing like this, she decided to up the wow factor and took up Base Jumping. Why climb down the mountain when you can just soar down? Though, after a few near "fuck me I am screwed!" moments on the mountains she finally admitted to herself that she was in fact NOT Wonder Woman and took a few first aide courses as well as wilderness survival ones. She wrote it off as a business expense and just added it to her resume.

Life Leading Up To The Apocalypse // What Brings Your To Altsoba: Well, Danica was happy living in Seattle after some travels and just writing for her blog when she wasn't out somewhere in Washington or Orgeon climbing for the weekend. Then that stupid earthquake hit and most of her crap was destroyed, when you know her apartment fell apart. So she grabbed what she could, rented a small U-Haul and drove to Altsoba; getting a hotel room when she arrived. Figured if all hell was going to break loose she could grab a hotel room and tell people all about the best hot spot to hit during the Apocalypse. I mean, who wouldn't want to know where the best Demon hang out where right?

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Theme Song: Halestorm - Here's To Us
Deviance's: Gets cramps when Demons or Vampires are near. Thanks a lot mother nature.
Extra Information: Her being Bi-Sexual caused a lot of tension growing up and lead to most of the fights she got into as a child - even at a young age she knew.
*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.

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Name: Danica Marie Graves
Aliases: Dani, Monkey
Age: 25
Birthday: October 14th
Ethnicity: All American Mutt
Birth Place: Olympia Oregon
Apartment Number: 1C - Top Floor Of The Regal Building
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Journalism/Ancient History
Occupation: Journalist - Travel Section - Justice Daily Newspaper
Languages: English, Korean (Fluent) - Base knowledge of Spanish/French/Napali

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125lbs
Build: Lean and well toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Sun-kissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Multiple piercings - ears, lobes, belly button, eye brow, tongue. Surgical scar on her knee, various small cut scars on her body from rock climbing. One large tattoo that starts at her lower back and end over her shoulders. (A mountain cliff where a murder of crows is flying from; solid black ink and on the right shoulder blade she has the following words in script - Sometimes you have to fall before you can fly.)
Personal Style: When in the office she wears will usually just a simple tailors black coat with various colored button down shirts and straight leg blue jeans with heels. Out of the office her style is a bit more punkish if she is going out - Ripped jeans, leather coat, various silver bracelets and necklaces. She wears a single silver ring on her right index finger and basic studs in all her piercings. When at home or out climbing she will always just find her in a sport bra and a pair of yoga pants.

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Caring * Overbearing * Compassionate * Obsessive

Sexuality: Bi-Sexual - Usually preferring women
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Danica is pretty laid back under normal circumstances but she can stress out from time to time. She can be very loving when she is around the right people but has a tendency to keep quiet and has a wall built around her. Having said that the woman is a Type A personality in nearly every way - She is driven, unrelenting, and a bit cynical at times. She will butt heads with people if she feels they are either speaking out of their rear ends or doing something else that just doesn't sit right with her.

She rarely keeps her opinions to herself but knows when to stay tight lipped even if she is a bit quicker to trust people than most. She will leap before she looks or even thinks much of the time and while this may seem reckless it usually works out well for her. She trusts her gut over everything; If her gut says no, she won't - If it says yes she will throw herself into something fully without every looking back or second guessing herself.
Habits: Biting her nails, popping her joints
Hobbies: Tae Kwon Do
Fears:

• Becoming stranded on a mountain injured
• Never finding the answers she seeks
• Being stuck in the city forever

Likes:

• The outdoors
• Climbing
• Fighting
• Researching
• Reading
• Running
• Base Jumping
• Pushing her limits
• Older T.V. Shows
• Corney Movies
• Comic Books
• Music

Dislikes:

• Crap in her coffee!
• Vapers
• Waffles
• Being stuck indoors too long
• Someone touching her climbing gear
• Unethical People

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General World Skills:

• Climbing
• Research
• Base Jumping
• Parkour
• History

Combat Skills:

• Tae Kwon Do
• Stamina
• Athletics
• First Aide
• Wilderness Survival

What Is On Your Person:

• Pack with Basic Climbing Gear - She keeps this on her at all times.
• Wallet - Id, Cash, Photo of family, credit cards, insurance card
• Press Pass
• Clothing - Currently is her daily when out attire - Jeans, boots, leather jacket, tank top underneath, jewelry
• Fitbit
• Cellphone
• Keys - To Newspaper, apartment, vehicle, storage unit
• Pack of gum
• Saint Christopher medal in her pocket
• Pocket Knife

Apartment:

• Laptop
• Numerous books on various Histories
• Numerous books on various religions
• Numerous book on Geography
• The rest of her climbing gear
• Base Jumping Suit
• Body Opponent Training Bag
• First Aide Kit
• Collection of DVD's
• Collection of Comic Books
• Ten Speed Mountain Bike

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What Brings You To The City: Danica was out in the wilderness when she got the word that something had happened back home and it rocked her worse than any mountain could have. She tried to get back quickly but it took weeks since she was so far out in the middle of no where somewhere in the Himalaya's working on her latest story. She decided it was time to stick on the mainland for a while and moved to Justice - taking a job at the local Newspaper. Even if she couldn't travel much with the job she already had enough under her belt to be able to put out at least enough to keep things rolling without worry.

Life Before You Moved In: Danica grew up in Oregon, part of a split family. She was the eldest child of her father - who had at least one more that she knows of a few years after she was born. When she was very young she was enrolled in the local Tae Kwon Do school as something to do to channel her already aggressive nature. (Something that came out in many school yard scraps starting when she was preschool.) She seemed to flourish in the environment and after a few local tournaments her Grand Master, a man who had moved from South Korea after the Korean War, saw she had a talent and a tenacity that could be much better channeled into something beyond just brawling with her school mates.

Over the next decade she trained every day after school and spent her weekend traveling around the United States for National and International Competitions for the W.T.F. and the U.T.A. She did well and even won a spot on the Junior Olympic team where she took silver in Forms and Bronze in fighting. When she reached the age where she could compete in the adult circuit she earned a spot on the U.S. Nationals team and won Gold for her country. It took her years to earn her rank in TKD; Even spending time in Seoul South Korea at the Kukkiwon training for a summer as part of an exchange program; where she earned her first Dan/Poom. During her travels for tournaments she met many people from all over the world. Spending time with them over long trips and picking up a bit of their languages here and there, mostly cursing and how to ask where the bathroom was, as well as their interests.

One such interest was Rock Climbing, which she quickly fell in love with. A friend of her, Luis, who was from Colorado introduced her to the sport. This turned out to be a blessing for Danica - After an injury during a tournament that prevented her from performing the aerial displays her spot was known for with proper technique she flipped from a life of TKD to Rock Climbing. After a knee surgery to help repair the damage she put her mind to climb anything and everything she could. She still practices TKD but now it is more of a life style choice than anything. Rock climbing helped get her back into the mix of things while she started to attend college. Though she did well and graduated early the last thing she wanted to do as a journalist major was to sit behind a desk. She wanted to be out in the world.

Grabbing her things she started up a blog and began to write down everything she did after college; posting images of her climbs. This got the attention of several travel magazines and they began to buy her stories. Hot Damn! She was getting paid to climb instead of living off the meager ad earnings her site generated. After a year of climbing and writing like this, she decided to up the wow factor and took up Base Jumping. Why climb down the mountain when you can just soar down? Though, after a few near "fuck me I am screwed!" moments on the mountains she finally admitted to herself that she was in fact NOT Wonder Woman and took a few first aide courses as well as wilderness survival ones. She wrote it off as a business expense and just added it to her resume.

Life Since You Moved In: Life has been a bit of a downward spiral since she stepped off the mountain. Guilt racks her for not getting home quick enough and the fact there is not a lot of mountains to climb in the city she has taken to parkour and base jumping to fill in her need of a rush. This and a few bar brawls has lead her to be arrested a few times but the paper keeps bailing her out. They figure any press is good press and the fact that their newest writer is getting more followers than ever they are willing to foot the bill as long as the papers keep selling.

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Character Quote: Want to fly? Throw yourself at the ground and miss!
Theme Song: Halestorm - Here's To Us
Dirty Little Secret: Her being Bi-Sexual caused a lot of tension growing up and lead to most of the fights she got into as a child - even at a young age she knew.
Anything Else: Fall Of A Seraphim
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Name: Marc James Tinder
Aliases: MJ
Age: 27
Birthday: July 1st
Ethnicity: Straight Up American Mutt
Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana
Location: Atlanta Ga
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Criminal Justice/Foreign Affairs
Occupation: GBI Agent
Languages: English, Spanish

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Height: 6'2
Weight: 175lbs
Build: Wiry
Eyes: Steel Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Several small ones he won't speak about, no piercings

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Driven * Blunt * Calculating * Distant

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Marc is a caring individual who usually put the needs of others above his own, no matter the cost. Because of this and his job he tends to keep his distance though; not wanting to get too close to anyone. He fears that if he were to fully open up to anyone and let anyone in they could get hurt. He can't always be around and has to leave on a moments notice. He can't talk about his job or what he does to someone he is in a relationship with, so this causes problems. Most can't handle this type of one way thing.

He is driven though to get the job done and is ever calculating. He watches people and in HS made him a bit of an outsider. This coupled with the fact he can be very blunt when speaks to people can be off putting but in the end he is just someone trying to do the right thing. A Paladin born in an time when such is no longer wanted around.
Habits: Chuckling when he gets nervous, rubbing the back of his neck
Hobbies: Marathon Runner
Fears:

• Dying alone
• Extremists
• Trump getting elected

Likes:

• Working Out
• Reading
• Overly sweet coffee
• Running
• Solving a case
• Handcuffs

Dislikes:

• Bigots
• People who misinterpret the Bill Of Rights
• Extremists
• Narrow-minded people
• No sugar in his coffee
• Doughnuts

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Thoughts On The Murder: Marc was rather unimpressed with the murder. The situation itself was as shocking as it could be for him but in the end it didn't surprise him. If anyone was going to get killed it was that girl in his mind. Granted he figured it would end up a drug deal going bad instead of what the cops said was the motive for the murder. It never sat right with him but then he was only a student, not a GBI agent like he is today.

History During H.S.: He was quiet and distant even back to then to those in his class. He never really got into sports and such even though he was a member of the HS's track and field team. He just didn't click with the jocks but he played friendly enough and attended the parties. He figured it was an obligation thing since he was part of the team. Being part of the team meant that you had to hand out with the team at lest sometimes.

Classes went well for him and he was part of the honor students, graduating a year early. Everyone figured he would end up being the Valedictorian but in the end his GPA was just a point under Ada's and he came in as the Salutatorian. Many thought he may be disappointed but he knew Ada well, they studied together and he couldn't be happier for her. Plus it kept him from having to give a speech at graduation, so there was always an upside to a situation.

He floated around from group to group, not to be a part of any group but to sit on the fringes and watch. It was something he enjoyed when he was not running; which he did most of the time. He nearly didn't attend the prom but figured that he might as well, that was his class, they were graduating together; time for Team Player Marc to show up; stag.

History Since Graduation: After graduation Marc packed up and joined the US Navy, figuring it was better to serve than to do nothing with his life. In the Navy he found a purpose and a drive he had never known before outside of running or his grades. That was helping others. He did well in the Navy, using it to fund a college career.

Murder and crime happen everywhere, even in the armed forces. He completed his degree while in the service but opted out of another sign up stint and applied to work for the FBI. He was brought in, trained and did well for the years he was there. Helping with various assignments over the years and working his way up quickly through the company.

Three years ago he applied and was offered Head of the GBI for the Atlanta Office. There he has taken on a more supervisory role. One which he hoped that would lead to him actually feeling comfortable enough to try a real relationship but that has been slow going if at all. He still hasn't learned to open up and he still can't talk about his work.

Currently he is awaiting word from NCIS, the FBI and the Secret Service - he applied to all three to see if he can get a job there working in Washington or to get back into the actual game. He is tired of his supervisory role and wants to be back in the thick of things; figuring he is never going to open up in a way that means anything long term.

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Character Quote: What I do for others far outweighs anything I will do for myself.
Theme Song:

High School Clique: The Jocks - Kind Of
Voted: Quietest
Why: He didn't talk, duh
Anything Else: ~provided in last CS~

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Name: David James Lawson
Aliases: Dj, Gunny, Lawson
Age: 33
Birthday: November 12th
Ethnicity: American Mutt
Birth Place: Beaufort South Carolina
Apartment Number: 3D
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Master Gunnery Sergeant U.S.M.C. - Special Forces - Ret./ Muscle for Lance Clemens (an arms dealer)
Languages: English, Farsi

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Height: 6'3'
Weight: 201lbs
Build: Like a God?
Eyes: Baby Blue
Hair: Sandy Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scars - Too numerous to count
Personal Style: Jeans, t-shirts under dress shirts, cowboy boots, belt buckles, hats - All American Country Boy when not working. Classic style when he is.

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Loyal * Volatile * Determined * Hardass

Sexuality: Hetero-Sexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Dj is a down to earth southern boy. Loves his momma and his country. He is loyal to the end and follows the Marine Corp mantra as if it was in his blood. He is the All American Marine and when he puts his mind to something he does not let go. This can make him closed off at times. A Marine first, everything else is second.

He can be a bit rowdy at times, work hard, party harder type. He is always up for a good time and though he can come off as gruff and slightly intimidating he has a good heart and always tries to do what is right no matter what. He doesn't want to be in a bad place if Jesus is watching. Even though he was raised southern baptist he is rather open minded to most things; even if those things can make him feel a bit uncomfortable.

Recently he has become much darker and some are starting to wonder if he lost his heart after losing his Bella to the Hawaiian. He is dabbling in drugs again, getting in with the wrong people and seeming not to care if Jesus or Lucifer is sitting on his shoulder.
Habits: Rolling his shoulders back, popping his neck, standing at parade rest
Hobbies: Plays Guitar, Writes Country Songs, Sings
Fears:

• Leaving a Man Behind
• Not Completing A Mission
• Breaking His Word

Likes:

• Country Music
• Sweet Tea
• Working on his Truck
• Horseback Riding
• Farming
• Reading Historical Texts

Dislikes:

• Zealots
• Stuff in his coffee
• People who are not driven
• Anything that upsets his Bella
• Downtime
• When people dogear a book

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General World Skills:

• Mafia hangouts
• City Knowledge
• Underground Trading
• Interrogation
• Mechanics

Combat Skills:

• Close Quarter Combat
• Pistols
• Assault Rifles
• Edged Weapons
• Stamina

What Is On Your Person

• Clothing - Khakis, dress shirt, sport coat, dress shoes, belt, under shirt, belt buckle, Stetson
• Wallet - Ids, credit cards, cash, pictures, four leaf clover, insurance cards
• Keys to his shit
• Cell phone
• Colt 45
• Trench Knife
• Dog Tags
• Extra Ammo
• Watch
• Wedding Ring - crushed

Apartment:

• Computer
• AK 47
• Spare Colt
• Ammo
• Lap Top
• Various War Novels
• Free Weights
• Treadmill
• Stereo System
• Guitar
• 1985 Ford Pickup

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What Brings You To The City: Dj has come to Justice to start over with a new life. He wanted to get away from the home and the business he helped his wife build before he vanished. She bought him out and now he is figuring he has enough to go on for a little bit.

Life Before You Moved In: Dj grew up in South Carolina, the youngest son to a farmer and housewife. Life was tight money wise and when he was young he lacked drive. Being the youngest he got away with a lot more than his siblings did and ended up getting into a lot of trouble. He was late to graduate high school and arrested several times for minor drug possession (Pot) and bar fights. It wasn't until he was 19 that he met the local Marine Recruiter who set him on a path for a better life. He buckled down with the ever seeing eye of the Marines hovering over his shoulder and finally graduated high school when he was 20 years old.

The day after graduation he was off to Parris Island and a new life. The Marines seemed to be exactly what Dj needed to thrive and find direction; completely turning his life around. By the time he was 22 he had served multiple tours in the Middle East and jumped ranks quickly. Profession wise things were going great but the more men under his command or that stood by his side that he lost the more closed off he became. Refusing to date, even though his mom kept pestering him to find a good girl to settle down with and have a family.

While over seas he became friends with a man named Marc that was about to go on leave. Marc seeing how stressed out Dj was suggested that he come with him to visit an old friend back in the states. Seeing as he just wanted to get away from the conflict over seas he took Marc up on the offer and was introduced to the woman that would become his wife - Adelaide Grimmaldi. The two clicked and ended up getting married a year later. But War is hell and after an IED explosion while on another tour his wife was informed that he died. Thing was that he had been taken hostage. Years passed before he was actually rescued during an OP.

When he returned to his wife, after being gone 5 years, they were never able to patch things up. She had moved on with her life and seeing a dead man walking nearly caused her to break. They parted ways as best as they could and he holds no animosity towards her really but it still hurt since thoughts of her was what kept him going during his time as a prisoner. After the divorce he decided it was time to retire and start a new life.

Life Since You Moved In: Dj moved in and started hitting the bottle and anything else that got in his way. A bar brawl got the attention of some local no so friendlies and before he knew it he was using the skills he used to use to defend the country against it. It's a pay check, fuck loyalty.

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Character Quote: Semper Fi This
Theme Song: Clint Black - Better Man
Dirty Little Secret: After a time was actually relieved that the marriage was over but still harbors a bit of resentment for how it ended and the man his ex-wife is with currently
Anything Else: Back From The Dead

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Name: Sunie Jamison Marks
Aliases: Sunie, Smith, Marks, Goldie, Emerald
Age: 37
Birthday: March 4th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Female - Cyber enhances
Occupation: Weapons Smith - Former Mercenary For Hire

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135lbs
Build: Slender and toned, stronger than she appears thanks to her enhancements
Eyes: Blue-Green with flakes of gold
Hair: Light Blonde
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions - left arm is completely clear of all scars (it is a complete bio enhanced cybernetic replacement)
Personal Style: Sunie prefers to dress for comfort and usually dresses in tones of yellow and gold clothing. Pants, loose fitting shirts or tank tops, boots, long duster jacket she wears when she leaves the shop.

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Kind * Closed Off * Adaptable * Brash

Sexuality: Hetero-sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sunie tends to keep to herself, always have. The life of a Merc made her develop a walled heart and soul; one that still remains to this day. She will rarely speak about how she feels if it is dealing with something personal. Work related however and just general chit chat she can be a bit of a motor mouth. She leaps before she thinks much of the time, especially if it comes to someone she is loyal to. Her loyalty runs deep when it comes to the few people breathing she calls friends.

Ever adaptable she can usually come up with some out of the box idea quickly to get the job done. It has helped her a great deal with her smithing, becoming one of the top weapons smiths in the area. Her skills are high sought after but she sells only to a select group of people, all of her weapons are customized for the user. Underneath everything, even that fiery temper and cold persona, she is actually a very kind and loving person. This can make things intense at times; especially if she is trying to keep those feelings under wraps.
Habits: Smokes, can never decide if she should have her hair up or down in a clip she keeps with her - ever changing it in the middle of things, looking down when she is nervous and biting her bottom lip
Hobbies:
Fears:

• Becoming a full Cyber-genetic
• Loosing someone close
• Her past coming back to haunt her

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Wine
• Working in her shop
• Sitting on the beach outside her home and listening to the waves crash
• Riding on her motorcycle
• Hanging out at the Inferno Tavern

Dislikes:

• Stuff in her coffee
• Losing her hair clip
• Having issues with her cyberware
• Dealing with Idiots
• Stuffy settings
• Having to get into disguise for a mission

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General World Skills:

• Quick thinker
• Mechanics
• Weapon Smithing
• Security Systems
• Driving (motorcycle)
• Amaranthine Smithing

Combat Skills:

• Agility
• Strength
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Stamina
• Weapon Handling
• Knife Fighting
• Interrogation
• Torture

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - currently pale gold trousers, white tank top, smithing apron, welding goggles
• Duster
• Id's
• Various Weapons
• Hair Clip
• Smokes
• Lighter
• Cell phone

Home:
Sunies home on the outside looks like your typical beach front property on a cliff. It appears to be a single story home that sprawls out over the landscape, the front end is clear of anything like bushes or flowers with a simple dirt road coming up to the front. Behind a set of white painted stairs lead down the cliff to the bead below. Within the main area of the home is a simple living room, kitchen area - bathroom and bedrooms are down a hall way. Off to the right is her personal fabrication shop where she works out of that has her hearth and various other workings for her creations. Her bike is parked within the shop; which can open up at the front so she can get out.

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It was twenty years ago when Sunie was brought into a training camp, having been taken out of a group home she had lived in her entire life. She knew nothing of her past but was presented with a future. Become a hire killer. Even at the tender age of 15 she accepted the offer. She had to do something with her life. These people were promising a life, food, shelter, training. She had nothing to lose except her life and at that point there was not much to that.

Six years of hard training and she became one of their top information scouts and assassins. She did well for the first five years but after a botched mission due to some horrid intel brought in by a new recruit Sunie lost her entire left arm from the shoulder down. Cybernetics was able to replace the arm but it left a mental scar on the woman. Slowly she gained several more additions; enhanced reflexes, bone lacing, increased strength. It made her an even more effective killer but the more that was added to her the more she felt she was losing her humanity and eventually gave up the game.

She turned to smithing instead and over the last years has become one of the top. She has special access through a contact to the most rare of metals known as Amaranthine and is the only one to date that is able to manipulate the material. She refuses to give her secrets out, the stuff is too dangerous if it was to fall into the wrong hands. Now she spends her days on her beach front property, keeping only a few close contacts - One being her supplier, one a long term friend from her old life, and one by the name of Malcolm, the Doc who engineered her enhancements - time in front of the hearth makes her parts wear out quicker than they should and while the woman is a whiz at creating most anything, working on herself is another story.

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Name: Risa Couri
Codename: Athena
Age: 23
Birthday: October 13, 1993
Nationality: Finnish
Birth Place: Oulu, Finland
Gender: Female
Prior Employment: Language Coordinator For The U.N. - Stationed Geneva

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Slender, toned, nimble
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Hair: Ash Brown
Skin Tone: Porcelain
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Single piercing in each ear, 3 inch long scar on lower back

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Sexuality: Omnisexual
Personality: Risa may appear to be a quiet and reserved individual, and she can be when needed, but just beneath the cool surface Risa is a fire cracker. She is a quick wit and smooth talker in every language she has command of. Working for years with the U.N. made her a diplomat who would not put up with anything from anyone.

Quick to laugh, and quick to knock someone on their ass. She had a gift to be able to tell someone to go to hell and make them look forward to the journey. She keeps people at an arms length but will kill and die for her team; though she isn't above knocking some sense into them if the occasion calls for it. Sarcastic at times, sometime people cannot tell if she is joking or just being cruel.

Likes:

• Coffee
• Tae Kwon Do
• Free Climbing
• Sci-Fi Movies
• Symphonic Metal
• Comedy - In Any Form

Dislikes:

• Perfume
• Skirts/Dresses
• Crap In Her Coffee
• White Chocolate
• Extremists
• Religion

Fears:

• Being Buried Alive
• Suffocation
• Losing A Teammate

History: Risa was born to the Couri family; her father a linguistics professor and her mother a former national champion in Tae Kwon Do. This created a unique home life; her father teaching her to use her words, her mother teaching her what do to when words where no longer effective. She took to both at a young age.

Risa loved seeing what she could get away with at a young age; if she couldn't sweet talk her way out of a situation she would fight her way out. If that didn't work, she would need a quick exit; girl had a knack for getting in over her head from time to time. Being able to free climb became key in keeping her pretty little head on her shoulders.

She excelled in school and was set to join the Finnish Air Force after she turned 18; due to her mastery of several languages by this time she was recruited by her government to work as a translator for their various Embassies. They would assign her to various diplomats as a liaison when traveling.

She enjoyed the work and travel, quickly working up the ranks to Language Coordinator for the U.N. in Geneva due to her leadership skills, mastery of the official U.N. languages and ability to calm hostilities between nations thanks to a quick wit and smooth talking game. This plus her past times brought her into the focus of Argus and she has been with them the last year.

Theme Song: The Nexus - Amaranthe

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⚜ Respected * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

• ⚤ Lucas Walsh: Risa got close rather quickly to Lucas; between their quick wits, brash tongues and habit of getting into trouble; it was inevitable. Partners both in and out of the field, the two work well together in most any situation.
• ☯ Elijah Craig: He seems okay in her book but she does think he needs to relax some. They work alright together and outside of work really just let things be.
• ☮ Greta Kohler: Risa and Greta get along fine, friends outside of work and can work together. Risa will tend to rag both Greta and Lucas about their rivalry; but it's all in good fun.
• ☮ Minami Yuuna: Despite the fact that Risa is dating someone, Lucas, that Miniami can't stand these two get along well; great even. If there is a besties for spies, it is these two. They work well together and can be seen hanging out when not on an opt. They may come from different places and out looks but they mesh well together.
• ⚜ Dorian Peters: Risa and Dori don't really speak; he seems a pit put off by it but they work well together and have each other's back when on an op. He has skills and carries himself well, she respects that.
• ☮ Len Mordikai: Risa thinks well of Len, he seems alright and is a good team mate. They share a love of Sci-Fi, which means you'll hear them make quips from various movies.
• ☮ Oliver Gandell: Oliver and Risa are on friendly terms, they have a similar outlook and upbringing. Though she does think he needs to loosen up a bit and not judge a book by its cover, or an agent by their past.

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Name: Risa Couri
Aliases: Risa, Godiva
Age: 24
Birthday: October 13th
Ethnicity: Finnish
Birth Place: Oulu, Finland
Apartment Number: 1B
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: Linguistics/Foreign Relations
Occupation: Language Coordinator For The U.N. (Recently Transferred From Geneva)
Languages: Finnish, English, Russian, Chinese, Spanish, French, Arabic

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Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115lbs
Build: Slender, toned, nimble
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Hair: Ash Brown
Skin Tone: Porcelain
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Single piercing in each ear, 3 inch long scar on lower back.
Personal Style: Risa is usually spotted in high end business pants suits, she will refuse to wear a dress. Seriously, don't even ask, bad idea. BAD! When not in her work clothing for the U.N. she can usually be spotted in skinny jeans and an oversized yoga type shirt with ballet flats. It is all about the comfort for her when she isn't having to look presentable for foreign delegates. Though she is known to go a bit punk from time to time when the occasion calls for it, granted her closest is full of things she bought and never wore. Her hair is usually up in a messy bun for work but when off the job she just lets it hang down; priding herself in its length.

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Caring * Blunt * Compassionate * Calculating

Sexuality: Omnisexual
Relationship Status: Dating Lucas Walsh
Personality: Risa may appear to be a quiet and reserved individual, and she can be when needed, but just beneath the cool surface Risa is a fire cracker. She is a quick wit and smooth talker in every language she has command of. Working for years with the U.N. made her a diplomat who would not put up with anything from anyone.

Quick to laugh, and quick to knock someone on their ass. She had a gift to be able to tell someone to go to hell and make them look forward to the journey. She keeps people at an arms length but go above and beyond for those she cares for; though she isn't above knocking some sense into someone if the occasion calls for it. Sarcastic at times, sometime people cannot tell if she is joking or just being cruel.

Habits: Winking, biting her bottom lip, rolling her eyes
Hobbies: Tae Kwon Do
Fears:

• Being Buried Alive
• Suffocation
• Loosing a friend

Likes:

• Coffee
• Free-Climbing
• Tae-kwon-do
• Sci-Fi Movies
• Symphonic Metal
• Comedy - In any form
• Reading
• The Cold

Dislikes:

• Crap in her coffee!
• Perfume
• Skirts/Dresses
• White Chocolate
• Extremists
• Religion
• Hot Weather

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General World Skills:

• Diplomacy(International Relations)
• Smooth-Talking
• Observation
• Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training)
• Driving(Car- standard transmission)

Combat Skills:

• Tae Kwon Do
• Parkour
• Knives
• Handguns
• Breaking & Entering

What Is On Your Person:

• Glasses
• Wallet - Id, Cash, Photo of family, credit cards, insurance card, weapons permits
• U.N. ID
• Clothing - Business Suit
• Her Purse
• Cellphone
• Keys - Apartment, vehicle, U.N. Office
• Glock 19 9mm
• Pocket Knife
• Lockpick set

Apartment:

• Collection of Stand-up Comedy DvD's
• Complete Star-Trek DvD set (Original, New Gen, Movies, Ect)
• Laptop
• Collection of Boyfriends clothing she refuses to give back (Long running gag - It looks better on her anyways)
• Several dresses - Ripped apart
• Climbing shoes and gloves
• U.N. Files to catch up on thanks to transfer
• Workout gear
• Fitbit
• Hair Maintenance Crap (Like way too much of that stuff)
• MINI Coupe John Cooper

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What Brings You To The City: Risa is cool under the gun and knows how to handle herself in the world of Diplomacy. That is to a point. One of the guests from Portugal got a little too handsie for her liking and she was having a bad day. Before she knew it she had broken his hand. The U.N. didn't want to lose her but it was just simpler to transfer her out. Justice was in need of a new Senior L.C. - She was on the next flight out.

Life Before You Moved In: Risa was born to the Couri family; her father a linguistics professor and her mother a former national champion in Tae Kwon Do. This created a unique home life; her father teaching her to use her words, her mother teaching her what do to when words where no longer effective. She took to both at a young age and enjoyed both equally; honing both as she got older.

Risa loved seeing what she could get away with at a young age; if she couldn't sweet talk her way out of a situation she would fight her way out. If that didn't work, she would need a quick exit; girl had a knack for getting in over her head from time to time. Being able to free climb became key in keeping her pretty little head on her shoulders. Granted she did end up in several fights; because of this and a lot of trespassing she got to know the local law more than she would have liked.

She excelled in school though and was set to join the Finnish Air Force after she turned 18 but due to her mastery of several languages by this time she was recruited by her government to work as a translator for their various Embassies. They would assign her to various diplomats as a liaison when traveling. She went to University during this time and was eventually brought to the attention of the U.N. who gave her an internship.

She enjoyed the work and travel, quickly working up the ranks to Language Coordinator for the U.N. in Geneva due to her leadership skills, mastery of the official U.N. languages and ability to calm hostilities between nations thanks to a quick wit and smooth talking game. She loved working in Geneva but things change and she was recently transferred out to Justice to serve as their new Senior Language Coordinator.

Life Since You Moved In: Well she hasn't exactly moved in yet but she did go ahead and secure her apartment; recommended to get a place in Boston Heights on arrival. The rent was decent and such so she put down a deposit and is just moving in. She hopes the people are nice, she wants to meet new people and make a few friends while she is out there.

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Character Quote: "The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." - Sun Tzu
Theme Song: The Nexus By Amaranthe
Dirty Little Secret: Has a Juvi sheet a mile long
Anything Else: Where's My Gun?
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Name: Sana Lythia Rawn
Aliases: Skull-Fucker
Age: 32
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Place of Origin:
Gender: Female
Class: Bard(Vocal)/Marksman

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Strength: 15
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 9
Intelligence: 8
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 14

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125 lbs
Build: Toned body over all with very defined muscles
Eyes: Milk Chocolate with amber specks, round eyes with a slight slant at the outer corners.
Hair: Dirty ash blonde with layers from ears to shoulders. Her hair is usually worn with shorter layers crimped and pulled back with a few loose strands around her face, the longer layers are curled under and left loose falling to her shoulders.
Skin Tone: Tanned with olive undertones
Racial Abilities: N/A (Human)
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears are pierced; burn scars that run from the right side of her neck down to the line of her top in the front and hald way down her back, runs down the right arm to the top of her bracer on her forearm; several puncture marks on her right shoulder, left thigh, left calf
Day To Day Attire:



Strengths: Perfect Balance, Ambidexterity, Eagle Eye
Weaknesses: Residual Burn Pain, Sensitive Digestive Track, Extensive Scarring

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Stubborn * Outspoken * Vengeful * Kind

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Sana in the past has been known to be rather quiet and untrusting, hard to get close to. She preferred to be left alone and detests asking for help; a very stubborn woman who preferred to do things alone than in a group. She was in a relationship for a time and seemed to loosen up a bit and find more joy in the world but that ended strangely and it left her changed.

She can be rather outspoken at times but has a good heart and tends to help people in need even without being asked. Handing over items that one may need without a word and just walking away. If she does get mad though she will lash out either verbally or physically and when a new comer approaching she will draw and stand ready to strike them down if provoked.

Sana can be rather vengeful at times and has been known to use deception to get the information she wants only to turn around and use a play on her own words to slaughter someone without remorse if crossed.
Habits:

• Huffing
• Jumping to Conclusions
• Eye Rolling
• Nail Biting

Hobbies: Needlepoint
Fears:

• Fogs
• Bound By Chains
• Hell Hounds

Likes:

• Revenge
• Dancing
• Singing
• Hunting
• Tea
• Gambling
• Horseback Riding

Dislikes:

• Fogs
• Large Fires
• Hellhounds
• Eggs
• Smokers
• Paladins
• Lych's

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• Agility: Extreme flexibility in joints and muscles
• Acrobatics: Ability to flip and tumble both in and out of battle
• Gymnastics: Tumbling, flips, twists, turns, balance, swinging from branches and ropes - all with ease
• Ambidextrous: Equal proficiency with both hands no matter the task
• Riding: Skilled in riding standard four legged creatures such as horses and mules
• Fletching: Making of arrows
• Marksman(Bow): Specialized Martial weapons proficiency (Long and short bow only)
• Knife Fighting: Hand to hand fighting with blades under 8 inches in length
• Knife Throwing: Ability to throw blades with accuracy under 8 inches in length
• Close Combat Fighting: Basic hand to hand fighting and improvisation
• Singing: Ability to carry a tune with a pleasant voice, harmonizing
• Dancing: Proficient in various styles of dance
• Survival(wilderness): Fire starting, hunting, making camp, scavenging for food and so forth with minimal to live extended periods of time in the wilderness - animals do not mind person in their territory.
• Tracking: Tracking people or animals through both urban and wilderness settings
• Trapping: Ability to set makeshift traps for wild game or persons
• Interrogation: Proficiency in being able to get people to give her the information she desires using words or torture
• Seduction: Can easily charm weak willed people into giving her what she wants
• Light Armor Proficiency: Can wear light armors without it hindering movement or weapon usage
• Endurance: Ability to continue on fighting or running past the usual drop point
• Balance: Ability to run sure footed when in precarious situations and while in battler
• Climb: Can move up slopes and steep inclines without penalty
• Hide: When holding still with minimal coverage or in shadows will go unnoticed if someone tries to spot
• Jump: Ability to make long or high leaps
• Listen: Ability to pick up on sounds that might otherwise go unnoticed or to pick out specific sounds in a loud area
• Move Silently: the ability to move silently in certain situations or quieter than most would in areas such as bogs, loose rock footing, over leaves, and in the snow
• Language(Common): Speaks, reads, and writes in the day to day common tongue of humans
• First Aide(Burn Concentration): Tending to wounds, setting breaks, stitching skin and so forth. Specializes in tending to burns
• Swim: Can swim without hindrance, including while in light armor and with pack
• Tumble: Can fall gracefully and tuck and roll; lowering chance of damage from extended heights
• Sniper: Sharp shooting proficiency with a bow at long distances
• Use Rope: Can use grappling hook, climb rope, make knots, and binding people
• Escape Artist: Work ones way out tight spaces, binding spells, ropes, manacles, and so forth

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+3 Spells for previous campaigns (listed below) - All spells are cast by vocal song or song/dance combo - Effects begin as her voice and voice/movements begin. Duration's are either for the length of the song or specified time below

• Trust Me(Beauty From Pain): An inspire trust spell that is activated when she sings. Spell has a 75% chance of working on one target in the line of sight. Effect lasts 20 minutes - can cast once a day - If trust on some level is not gained after the 20 minutes the person it was cast on has a chance of lashing out at Sana with a feeling of betrayal setting in
• Courageous Heal(Everything Burns): A triple effect spell activated when she sings. It hits all ally's in a fight. It heals up to moderate wounds, gives a +2 to attack hits and +2 to damage. Does not work on Sana and drains her terribly after casting. Exhaustion takes over and she can't even stand. Plus to damage and to hit lasts 5 rounds. (Side effect is due to the nature of the spell it will make those that it hits feel more courageous during the casting.) - Can cast once every three days.
• Beacon(Flashlight) This song brings about a pillar of light that breaks through low light, darkness and obscured vision. (Such as mist, fog, smoke and rain). It has no special effect other than being able to be seen from up to a mile away no matter the level of light or density of obscurity. Cannot be seen through rock or stone but will follow a path until it reaches the sky if possible. The song itself will carry with the light and can be heard as far as the light can be seen. The light will continue as long as the song continues and fade once it stops. The end verse can continue to be repeated to last as long as the singer can sing. It can be cast once a day but if it is an extended version of the song it takes away from the next days ability. Each time it is extended, it takes another day to recharge it. Causes Sana's peripheral vision to be darkened and clouded for double the time it was cast for.
• Masquerade(Burn With Me): During the course of the song Sana is able to completely change the look and voice of herself and up to one more party member. The illusion is true even if touched and lasts 24 hours, it can be dispersed by break illusion spells or if the person it is cast on speaks the words "The Masquerade Is Over" - Can be cast once every 12 hours. Causes terrible headaches once complete for 2-4 hours
• Winter Storm(Cold But I'm Still Here): This is currently Sanas only true attack spell. During casting the temperature of an area that spans out in a 60 foot radius around her will begin to cool down, the ground will frost over as well as other materials that normally would in such conditions. Using her hand movements she can direct up to five beams of ice from her palms during the song to strike opponents or other applications as she made need.(such as a wall of ice or to freeze a lake to be able to walk on) - she may contain her five beams to the end of the song and let it out as a single attack that will form a wall of ice three feet thick and ten feet high in a circle with a 30 foot diameter. Ice attacks will melt as normal for air temp. Wall will last until she stops singing as long as it isn't destroyed. (She may repeat the song until she cannot sing anymore to keep the wall up but may not do anything else but sing.) - can be cast once a week. Gives Sana a chill to her bones an hour after casting that last until it is slept off. There is a 1 in 50 chance that hypothermia will set in sending her into a state of shock.
• As You Were(Awake and Alive - The Quickening): Sana is able to transfer her life force to another to heal them if they enter that critical point where death is emanate. Half of her life force and up to 33% of her blood will flow from her to another. It can only be cast once every month and Sana is nearly comatose after the casting; it will take her 1-3 D4 Days to recover. It will not heal severed limbs and cannot heal a beheading. Person will come out any unconscious state nearly immediately; they will still be in the moderate damage range but potions and spells can finish the healing process. Takes the entire length of the song to cast; Sana will glow a Sand color aura as she casts and the aura will dim as it leaves her and transfers to her intended target.

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Possessions Generally On Person:

• Basic Clothing: Refer to Winter Clothing Above
• Bracers: Brown leather bracers with leather ties
• Belt: Simple brown leather belt with steel rings
• Pouch: Simple leather belt pouch with leather draw string and toggle tie
• Coins: Handful of mixed gold, silver and copper coins
• Back Quiver: Back secured waist quiver, fits 20 arrows
• Hip Quiver: Belt secured waist quiver, fits 20 arrows
• Cloak: Refer to Winter Clothing Above

Weapons:

• Recurve Bow: Black with Golden Engravings
• Knife: One small dagger that is used for cutting up meat before cooking for the most part though is works as a throwing dagger if need be. Nothing special about it, the blade is 6 inches of plain steel while the hilt is carved oak.
• Silver Daggers(5): Set of Silver Daggers found in the chest of a Liches Layer as well as a second quiver of silver arrows provided to her by the Elven Army of Corellan Larethian
• Arrows(Standard): Set of 20 cedar arrows that resist warping in her back quiver
• Arrows(Silver): Set of 20 silver arrows in her hip quiver

Armor:

• Leather Bodice: Light leather armor tank style bodice with leather shoulder guards, brown with specialized branding marks
• Bracers: Brown leather with lacings and branded markings

Animals:

• Animal: Epona black mare; bred for speed and long distance travel

Pack Contents: What do you carry in you pack when traveling

• Bedroll: Basically a sleeping bag
• Blanket: Wool blanket with fur lining
• Flask: Small flask with whiskey
• Flint/Steel: For starting fires
• Grappling Hook: Iron hook for climbing
• Ink: glass bottle of ink for writing
• Quill: Feather with sharpened tip for writing
• Parchment: 5 scrolls of blank writing paper
• Mirror: Small silver hand mirror
• Rations: 5 days worth of nuts and dried fruits
• Rope: 20 feet of standard rope
• Soap: We must remain clean
• Linen: Used as a towel
• Brush: Horsehair wooden hairbrush
• Sealing Wax: Black wax
• Needle/Thread: Fine thread, gold needle
• First Aide Kit: Basic kit with linen strips, burn slaves, grain alcohol, herbs
• Spyglass: Collapsible brass and glass with leather case
• Tarp: 10x10 ten material sheet
• Waterskin: Standard leather skin
• Clothing: 1 change of standard clothing, two extra long sleeve thick winter tunics

Magical Items:

• Arm Band: Enchanted with Barkskin
• Spare Cloak: Old Cloak that is far too large for Sana, enchanted with Hellhound blood to resist fire

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions - limit 5

• Moderate Healing: 3 moderate healing potions, ingest or apply to stop bleeding and heal wounds that are not critical
• Critical: 1 critical healing potion, ingest or apply to stop bleeding or heal wounds that will kill a person within 5 rounds or less
• Moderate Burn Salve: Will sooth and stop the nerve damage up to second degree burns

Creation Materials:

• N/A

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Parents: Father and Mother are both dead; killed by slavers. She did not have a good relationship with either of them but was able to at least have closure with her father before his death.
Siblings: Ramara Rawn - Younger Sister (presumed dead); Ariana Rawn - Little Cousin, in the care of Sister Agnes currently
Childhood: She comes from a wandering band of gypsy that she left long ago for she refused to become what they wanted her to be. Another dancer and entertainer for the group. She was a tom boy growing up who preferred to spend time with a bow and arrow than a person. Though she never sought the way of her people she is very defensive of them and knows their ways. Skilled in song, dance, showmanship. Nothing traumatic happened during her childhood or growing up but being the typical teenager, hated what her parents wanted for her and in the end left those she knew for a world she wanted to know. Refusing to become the leader of the troupe lead to a fall out between her and her parents. Sana left home soon as she could and set out on her own.

Adulthood: Over the years she has worked in various towns trading furs from animals she has killed on her journeys and worked mercenary from time to time as wars broke out, utilizing her skills as a marksman. Being caught up in several fogs sent her from one place to another over time and she just finally was able to get back to her home realm. It has been a long hard road with a lot of twists and turns. How she managed to get back she still doesn't understand but perhaps it was just the luck of the draw. She looks out for fogs constantly to ensure she doesn't get taken again. She is really tired of it.

Special Moments: While on a hired mission with a group of adventurers Sana was captured and taken hostage by a Lych. Nearly being sacrificed on a stone table before she was rescued. Talk of war after her being set free sent her and other wandering the lands trying to get as far away as possible from the area. Neither wanting to be caught up in another war.

Being hired to collect special items to cure a disease spreading through an orphanage a group of slavers invaded the local town. Sana and some others took out for the Slavers camp to put an end to it. During this Sana was badly burned and in the remaining slaves she found her father nearly dead, unable to help him they made peace. Sticking around after the others left to bury her father she came across a hidden pit where a little girl was being held hostage away from the others. Finding out it was her cousin she took the child and put her in the care of the nun running the orphanage until she could return and care for the child herself.

Current Events: The Fog, ever the fog that plagues Sana and whisks her off from one area to another. It dropped her off near the orphanage months ago. Still needing to take care of somethings and afraid to take her cousin with her she set out. First stopping at an old friends only to find out she had left on a mission. Sana set out to find Kyra and see if she could help.

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⚜ High Ranking * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ♥ Crush * ⚤ Significant Other * ☠ Enemy

• ⚜ Glandur Alion: King of Woodland Elves, met through Kyra and while they are not close she knows him well enough and knows the connection that Kyra and she have. He is willing to help her if she needs it.
• ☮ Kyra Altham: Childhood friend, grew up together for a short time
• ☯ Johnathon Keystone: Meet Keystone in another realm when she was caught up in the fog. They did not know him long but long enough to fight together to defend a small town and tavern. She was swept up in the fog again quickly before getting to know him better.
• ☠ Hugh Van Halder: Former companion that abandoned her one day without word. Sana did not take it well and has held a cold place within her all this time; seeking him out to confront him or kill him.
• ☮ Regalia Montoya: A Sword Wizard Pirate that she met long ago and helped with numerous adventures. The two are close but she has sadly not seen her in sometime.
• ☮ Sister Agnes: A Nun and Cleric that runs an orphanage. Is a kind woman who Sana admires and trusts enough to care for her younger cousin until her return.

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Character Quote: I will skull fuck you with an arrow
Theme Song: Archers By Wovenwar
Aura Color: The color of sand
Scent: Cedar wood and jasmine flower
Anything Else: Previous Campaigns (Under older account) - Sands Of Blood, Cinder Sickness, Getting To Know You

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Name: Silvia Adenias
Aliases: Sil, Angel
Age: 21
Race: Human(Earth Born)
Gender: Female
Ranking: T-1
Crystal: Bonded Black Crystal
Languages: Earth Common, GTC Common, Altenian Common

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Height: 5'0"
Weight: 95 lbs
Build: Thin form, some curves, some cut
Eyes: Pale grey blue eyes
Hair: Ebony with white streaks framing her face
Skin Tone: Fair peach skin
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: T-1 Ranking brand at the base of her skull
Personal Style: There really is no style when it comes to clothing but Silvia does prefer the clothing of Earth over the uniforms of the GTC. Bodysuits that are meant to be worked in; made of leathers and boots, though when controlling a tower or off duty she can usually be found in simple silken gowns and ballet shoes. T-1's are expected to wear high end clothing representative of their ranking and position of power; Silvia cannot stand them and will only wear these when she is forced to.

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Caring * Stubborn * Compassionate * Opinionated

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Though small of stature and build, her personality is larger than life. She is quick to temper and does not put up with idiocy on any level. Never backing down from a fight, she has been known on more than one occasion to climb up on the closest item she can find to be able to stand eye to eye to those she is berating. If nothing can be found, she is not above using her Telekinesis to lift herself up to their level. She doesn’t care how small she may be, she will not be looked down on.
Habits: Biting her bottom lip, pulling chairs out to stand in so she can stand eye to eye to speak with people she is yelling at
Hobbies: Crystal Enhanced Bio-limb replacement
Fears:

• Suffocation
• Crystal Song Madness
• Being Buried Alive

Likes:

• Reading
• Land Speeder Driving
• Ice Skating
• Food, Glorious Food
• Music
• Relaxing

Dislikes:

• Xenophobes
• Arrogance
• Neanderthal Mentality
• Most other T-1's
• Narrow-mindedness
• 48 Hour Tower Shifts

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General Skills:

• Swimming
• Climbing
• Craft Operations
• Agility
• Perfect Pitch
• Balance

GTC Skills:

• Crystal Singing
• Mental Combat and Defense
• Telepathy
• Telekinesis
• Tower Running
• Crystal Bonding And Use
• GTC Bureaucracy

Possessions:

• Black Crystal
• Earth Clothing
• Silk Gowns
• Ballet Flats
• GTC Files

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Silvia is the sole survivor of a rock slide that happened during a horrid down pour and took out her small village. She was a but three years of age when it occurred and trapped beneath the rubble, screaming out with both her voice and mind she nearly deafened the rescue crew who had long lost hope of ever finding a survivor. Slowly the rubble was removed with the help of local Talents and Silvia was pulled from the wreckage. It has left her with a horrible fear of enclosed spaces. Even tower work becomes confining after a time and she has been known to sneak out so she can see an open sky with no barriers.

Taken in by GTC and raised by Tower Lead Crisin, she flourished in her training but dealt with bullying from the other students, some because of her abilities, and others because of her size. This wore on her over the years but she eventually toughened up and developed a thick skin and a sharp tongue because of it. Today she no longer cowers when someone decides to make a quip about her; she faces them head on and will not back down. Forcing various confrontations due to a word here or there, she has learned to fight using her Talents. This is something that is usually discouraged with Talents outside of the military but exceptions are made for those that are training to be a Tower Lead, they cannot risk one of the few to succumb to a simple fight and be left in the infirmary.

Once Silvia completed her training, she was moved from one Tower to another throughout the Galaxy, in hopes they would find one they thought she could handle. She could handle all they threw at her, the crews could not. She was soon sent back to Earth and Crisin was instructed to tame her. It took years but Silvia eventually was able to pull back slightly but in the end, she was who she was. There was nothing else to be done for it.

GTC had invested too much time and money into Silvia and now she has been shipped off to Altenia to train under Tower lead Tristan and then to be moved to Basti tower out in one of the most hostile areas in the galaxy that has sent many a Talent packing because they surrounding planets refused to stop feuding over the resources therein.

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Character Quote: "Don't underestimate me because of my size"
Theme Song: Wish I Had An Angel - Nightwish
Anything Else: Previous Campaign Under My Old Afina Account - Shattering The Crystal Silence

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Name: Cynthia Chase McMillan
Aliases: Cyn
Age: 28
Birthday: Jan 24th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Grimm, Indiana
Location: Grimm, Indiana
Gender: Female
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: None Currently - Still In Outpatient Counseling.
Languages: English/Crazy

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132bs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tons self inflicted scars

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Remorseful * Bat Shit Crazy * Understanding * Multiple Personality

Sexuality: A-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Back in high school she was a force to be reckoned with, always driven to get exactly what she wanted. She was harsh, cruel, and unforgiving to anyone that got in her path. She ruled the school in her own mind and in the mind of many others - like a tyrant. She didn't care if she was loved or respected, she wanted to be feared. Fear was a better motivator than anything else when it came to those below her - and to her that was everyone.

The facility changed her though. Years of lock up around other crazies when you are technically sane will eventually drive you into the same madness but with that madness came understanding. She began to see the faces of those she tormented in school in those around her. Though the voices started, she became remorseful to what she had done and even felt for a time that she was where she deserved to be. Not because she had murdered Simone, she hadn't. Least that is what she still says to this day. But because of the way she treated others. This was her punishment for being the Cunt Queen.
Habits: Talking to herself, switching topics quickly, giggling for no apparent reason
Hobbies: Star gazing
Fears:

• Going back to Shadey Pines
• Electroshock Therapy
• Not making amends for what she has done wrong

Likes:

• Eating gummy bears head first - unless it is the green ones, fuck them
• Ada - her only friend over the years, voices stay away when she is near
• Smell of strawberries
• Apologizing
• Wandering off
• Painting pretty pictures

Dislikes:

• Being called Killer
• Being Called Crazy
• The Voices
• Losing the Stars
• Her therapist
• Spicy foods

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Thoughts On The Murder: I didn't do it! Yes you did! No I didn't! Well it was your fault! Was it? It wasn't? No it wasn't! Are you sure? I... I don't know. See you could have done it! No I couldn't have! It was your dress wasn't it? Um, yeah. It was your brothers ball bat wasn't it? Yeah... You had her blood on you right? Well yeah. See you did it! I did not! You sure? I'm going to look at the stars...Always the stars with you.

History During H.S.: Oh, I'll try to get this out quick before she comes back. You see in high school I was all that and then some. Everyone loved me! Well not really but I wasn't there to be loved. I was there to be feared! That was how it was supposed to be. My parents raised me to be strong, fierce, and beautiful. I was the trifecta. Hurricane Cynthia!

I was such a sparkling child, I did pageants, was a cheerleader for the youth leagues. I had that spark, everyone noticed me. I loved it, I wanted that always. My mother always told me I would be a star, she was right. I was. There was nothing I couldn't do, well except for feel bad for people or give two shits about what was going on with them. If they were in my way they would need to be removed quickly. I mean seriously, off my golden brick road bitches! This is my place!

Ugh, Senior year. I was still fierce but people were plotting against me. I mean why would they want to do that to me? Sure I stepped on some toes but I didn't say anything that wasn't true. Well it may not have been true to them but it was truth in my own mind. That was what mattered wasn't it? I mean, I was the Queen... Until Ash got in the way...

History Since Graduation: Shit, she's back... Yeah I am back. Hello... What were you talking about? Nothing.. Oh you mean you were rambling about your golden days in high school. Yeah... Well stop that, it is what got you here in the first place. No it wasn't! Bitch please, had you been less of a caustic acid on the blight of that high school maybe you wouldn't be in this mess! Oh shut the fuck up! You shut up! Would you stop it, these people want to know what you have been doing since high school. Oh right, sorry. Shall we continue. Let's. Thank you. Suck it. What was that? Nothing...

Anywho, you see we were put in here and we didn't belong here. They know that. Well I am just restating it. Oh okay, continue. Like I was saying. Those idiots tossed us in here, everyone thought we did it. Well not everyone. True, there were some that knew we didn't but they didn't do anything about it. Well Ada did. Yeah she did. Birthdays were nice. Wish she had come more. Me too. You agree with me? Yes, on that. Wow, I wasn't expecting that. Shut up and let me talk! You are always talking. Because no one understands you. You do. Well I am you. And I am you so if they understand you they understand me. Don't count on that.

Then the shocks started. Do we really have to tell them about that? Yes, they need to know. I can't. I got it. Okay. The shocks started and that is when I came out. I was always there but I was quiet back then. Hard to believe. Excuse me? Well, just saying you ramble so much now it is hard to believe you were ever the quiet type. I am just making up for all those years of regression. That's your excuse? If I could hit you I would. Try it bitch!

We are getting no where. Well we did get somewhere. We got released. Yeah, thanks to Ada. Yes, thanks to Ada. We are home now and trying to put the pieces back together. We have to tell them. Tell them what? Tell them who did it. You figured it out? Yeah I did remember? Oh yeah. When? Soon. Why not now? Cause I want to go look at the stars... Fucking stars.

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Character Quote: I'm someone special
Theme Song: Two Steps From Hell - Archangel
High School Clique: The Preps
Voted: Most likely to end up on Real Housewives of Grimm
Why: You're A-Typical Trophy Wife In The Making
Anything Else: ~provided in previous CS~

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Nation Name: Galaysyia

Government Type: Meritocratic Monarchy
Succession Type: Hereditary & Merit for the Throne: Merit for all other official titles and positions
Flag:


Head(s) of Government:
Xavier Delmore; King & Grand Master Of Nation

Dynasty name: Delmore (Old Blood)

Authority level: Absolute

Noteworthy persons:
Bahari Delmore; Crown Prince & Master Of Nation (Reigning Heir To The Throne)
Adrianna Delmore; Princess & High Priestess of Seas
Murrough Delmore: Prince & High Priest Of Lands
Varun Delmore (Aka Tseng): Prince & Master of Fleet
Lambert Alkoff: Grand Advisor
Nicola Masters: Lady High Command of Sea and Stone(Highest Military Offical)
Alfred Casco: Master Of Justice (Ranking official of law and court)
Dominique Gervais: Grand Priestess Of Sea and Lands (Overseer of Religion)
Delanto Veris: Master Of Leviathan Fleet (Head of Whaling Fleet)

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Geography:

Claim(please fill in squares reasonably):

Climate and noteworthy traits:

Isthed – The Northern & Largest Island


Moderate Summers (75F/24C average) and Harsh Winters (27F/-3C average) – Though temperatures can go higher in the summer and much lower in the winter, especially during storms. Due to the island high latitude days during the summer seem endless and during the winter never seem to come. Heavy rain and snow fall is rare but there seems to be a constant mist of both depending on the season. During the summer, granite and slate is mined once the ground has thawed as well as other minerals. Spring and Fall are dryer and this time of the year is used for harvesting of the rich lumber that can be found. The island is also home to many artic creatures including but not limited to wolves, fox and bear. They are hunted throughout the summer and fall for their meats and their hides. Man-made caverns that came about from mining have been turned into underground villages to help keep the population safe from the harsh winters and to store goods at a constant temperature.

Leyden – The Southern & Smaller Island


Has a more moderate climate than The Northern Island, slightly warmer summers and milder winters. Due to the coastal waters, the rain and snow is significantly more than the northern island but the thaw comes quickly in the spring. Rich forests cover the island, with areas that have been cleared out for villages, cities as well as some farming and herding of smaller animals such as goat. Wild boars live on the island and are hunted regularly to keep the population in check plus to provide meat to the population. The Capital City of Sleshpoul is on the south eastern side of the Island.

The inner bark of the Balsamea trees on both the northern and southern islands during the spring and ground down into flour before the lumber is cut for use.

Critan - Section of Main Continent –

This part of the continent is swamp and marsh lands. Though it is part of Galaysyia it is not looked at as a much more than a forgotten place for foraging. Though due to the fact it is more southern than the rest of the Nation, which brings amiable weather throughout the year, it is more easily accessible. Much of the nations edible and medicinal plants come from the marsh.

The following is a list of some examples:

Angelica – Similar to celery, the young stems can be peeled and cooked in stews, they can also be candied and are one of the favorite treats to children on the islands

Rubus – Similar to Blackberries, these berries are sweet and are many times used in jellies to hold them over during the winters and calming teas.

Arrowhead – A tuber that is found in the more shallow areas of the marsh, similar to a potato. (Po-Ta-To; boil it, mash it, put it in a stew)

Butternut – a small leafy plant that has two uses: the nuts that grow are gathered, the leaves when boiled down produce a thick sap that is made into either a sweet syrup or a dried sugar to be used as sweeteners.

Canadense – This flowering plant that grows in clusters is harvested for the bulbs, which are onion like and can be roasted or boiled

Solanum - A poisonous berry that children are taught young to stay away from but hey, adults always find a use.

Vernix – A poisonous bush similar to Sumac – you don’t want the itchy itchys do you?

Acorus – Cattail like plant that the root is used in teas or chewed raw to help with aliments such as bloating, heartburn, fever, coughs, antispasmodic, anticonvulsant and an anti-depressant

Baneberry – Roots used in tears to help women with women issues. (Do you really want detail? I can give it)

Alisma – Leaves are used in teas and as mush packs to help with urinary diseases and to help with irritated skin. The root is used to help many problems but a good root is rare so it is usually reserved for the overseers of the nation. (Think home remedy for high blood pressure, diabetes and fatty liver.)

Anemone – Boiled roots is used to clean out wounds to prevent infection. (Beats boiled down cow urine doesn’t it?)

The swamp lands contain other useful plants and are rich for easily catchable aquatic life but it takes time since there are not fields of anything. The part of the nations population that lives and works the swamps is low but they were born and raised in the swamp so are able to find what is needed and what to avoid with relative ease. The live in small villages, harvesting and fishing throughout the year, and trade with the Islands for materials they need. Though a small part of the nation they provide many things that help keep the nation as isolated as it has been over the centuries.

Internal map(feel free to add mountains and other small changes in respect to your geographical location:


Cities, noteworthy settlements, and castles:
Sleshpoul – Capital Of Galaysyia
Tar’Lyn – Main City On Citan
Rentila – Main City On Isthed

Noteworthy buildings, locations, structures, and landmarks:

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Culture and Demographics:

National Culture: Galaysians are a diverse nation brought together over the centuries through fair rule and reign. The live under the rule of a fair days work for a fair days pay.

The ruling government works with the population instead of against it and even though the population is divided into three separate land masses, they are united with each other for the grand scheme of things. Each land mass holds its own ways and races, with moderate mingling due to trade between the three.

Each population knows the value the others provide to it and strive to keep the peace to make it work. This has provided peace for centuries within the communities and the nation. Even though they are a peaceful nation they are anything but pacifists, they hold a true Northman mentality, quickly coming to arms against any that threaten their peace.

They are one of the most accepting of nations; where merit outweighs blood lines, a place where truly any one can grow to be great if you are willing to work for it. They do not care what religion you practice, who you love, or where you came from. As long as you don’t cause problems you are welcome.

Though if you do, they are unforgiving, harsh and even barbaric. Looking to their past to deal with those they deem unworthy of living in their nation. The backwaters of the swamps hold many a foe that has been tossed aside there, refusing proper burial for any that cross them.

The nation is known for its strong navy and vicious tactics against outsiders. Drawing on the skills they use to survive they are some of the worlds best builders of ships, a strong people that have been able to survive and flourish in a region most wouldn’t set foot on. They welcome the cold harsh winters and dare the ocean tides to rise. They are fiercely loyal to those they keep close and believe there is no greater death than a death found while protecting all they love. They are built strong and broad of shoulder and gender never plays a part in what is expected of one. All are trained to fight from a very young age, (and military service in some form is mandatory upon reaching adulthood), be it standing army, ranger training, navy, etc.), they are an effective militia force to defend their homes from invaders. It has been some time since any invasion has taken place but this has not made them soft.

They smell war on the winds and know to always be ready. For when it is most peaceful is when the beasts strike.

Population demographics: 450,000 Approximate Total

Human: 370,000 (50,000 in the swamp lands, 170,000 on the north island, 200,000 on the south island)
Elf: 50,000 (All but a handful live on the south island)
Dwarf: 25,000 (All prefer to live in the caverns of the North Island)
Giant: 5,000 (2,000 on each island, 1,000 in the swamp lands)

Major Religion: Sykdom – Worships the All Father Of Land & Seas.

Other Religions: N/A

Religious structure: The religion of Skydom is a loose religion but it effects the daily lives of population in small ways. More a collection of stories passed down through the generations. Tales of Gods and Heroes and their great deeds and their harsh wrath. Each Landmass has a bishop that oversees the day to day running of the churches and performs basic ceremonies.

Religious Heads:
Dominique Gervais: Grand Priestess Of Sea and Lands (Overseer of Religion)
Adrianna Delmore: Princess & High Priestess of Seas
Murrough Delmore: Prince & High Priest Of Lands

Artifacts, and noteworthy objects: Spear of The All Father - a relic from an era long forgotten

Magic colleges practiced, common magics: Magic is not a large practice in the nation but more of a series of prayers from the people for safe days and calm seas. It is rumored that the High Priestess and Priest can call upon a Leviathan and other seas creatures to protect their ships and that is what makes them so deadly in battle. Though they have not been attacked in so long some believe it only to be a rumor.

Relationship between magic and citizens: Accepted

Relationship between citizens and government: The people are very happy with their government

Relationship between Religious heads and government: Good, two of the Royal Family are high ranking religious officials.

Government Internal Relationship: Well-balanced and trusting

Renown characteristics: “Never get in a sea war with the Galacians when death is on the line.”

Agriculture: Rich for the Nation, moderate for trade
Deep Sea Fish
Crustacean
Whales (for meat, oils and bases for perfumes)
Lumber
Rare medicinal plants harvested from the swamps
Furs
Amber
Wool
Cloth
Down
Ice

Industry: Ship builders; weapon & armor smiths; health remedies; perfumes; weavers; harvesters

Trade for: Silk, spices, luxury items, gold, silver, grains, salt, glass

Economy: For a nation of their size their economy is relatively strong, though they do have their own coin, the Shem, that is based on precious metals, most purchases within the nation itself happen through trade. “You need that? Okay, I need this.”

International Relations: Nearly non-existent due to isolation. Trade goes through the Imperial.

Imperial Relations: Basically they pay their taxes to keep the Palace out of their business. Come when summoned but other than that, they keep to themselves. They have no want for expansion and power.

National Flaw: Artic winters, largest land mass within the nation is swamplands and cannot be used as full settlements, high seas and rough storms can pop up and do constantly, battering the shores and harbors. Winters on the northern island shut nearly shut down the island completely as people take refuge from the harsh weather. Ground freezes make mining stop until the spring thaw and creates a short mining season.

Freezing also causes trees to weaken and once winter is over, many villages must spend the spring rebuilding. Isolated nation and seas keeps trade at a minimal and if they were to be invaded, chances of help are slim.

National Strength: Best ship builders and sailors on the seas, terrain makes invasion unlikely and difficult, extreme devotion of the people, resourceful and strong people, intermixing among the races has helped the small nation stave off “genetic shortfalls” that can come from a smaller population.

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Military!

Type of Military recruitment:(caste, levies) (One term required of all citizens upon reaching adulthood. Officer ranks for those who quality, career service for those who want it, up to the current maximum troop numbers for the standing army. Those who do not qualify or choose to return to civilian life do so with the thanks of the nation.)

(In times of emergency, the vast majority of the adult population can be called upon to defend their homeland in the form of brutally effective militia, scouts, and guerilla troops.)

Possible military manpower: (total troops and war engines)

(Standing Army – 1,000: These men and woman form the backbone of the troops. Uniformly armed and outfitted, these units are drawn from the citizenry during their mandatory service periods. Many stay on for extended careers.)

(Potential Conscripts/Militia: These troops tend to vastly outnumber the standing army, if utilized fully. While not as uniform in appearance, almost all members of the militia have taken at least basic military training and can be made combat ready in short order.)

(War Engines: Broken down into two areas, Army and Navy. Because of space requirements, Naval war machines generally consist of catapults, capable of firing a variety of volleys including but not limited to rocks, hot slag, pitch, and various innovations by the Alchemists, described below. Each Naval vessel typically carries six such catapults, three for each side (although with some crowding all six will operate on one side). Dragonships, being the martial equivalent of Whalers, will be equipped with ballistae rather than catapults, but they are the only ship type to do so (except for the Flagship). Naval war machines are kept up by Naval Engineers, counted amongst the Standing Navy troop type. Army siege machines are kept up by Sapper/Engineer troops, and are fewer in number than Naval machines. They are, however, much larger. For simplicity’s sake, the Army uses two types of war machine;
Catapults and Ballistae. There are 150 of each, with a single engineer assigned to each one, with regular army support.

(Giants – 50: A balance-tipping unit, outfitted however they please but usually with large rocks and treetrunk spears. Far more maneuverable than common siege machines and capable of defending their location or acting as living battering rams, this troop unit is versatile and powerful. Most such Giants have taken to the use of the bow and arrow, sized appropriately for incredible range and maximum damage.)

(Standing Navy - 6000 sailors: The heart and soul of the Galaysyian military. Strongest, fastest ships on or around the Empire with the best crews, trained and mastered by the most capable and experienced officers. Galaysyian shipwrights, even apprentices, are in high demand in every part of the Empire; they rarely stray, however, as they are treated with celebrity status at home.)


(FLAGSHIP: After losing his fiancée, Prince and Master of Fleet Varun Delmore personally designed and commissioned the first Glacial Cutter Class warship, a Great Dromond he named “The Regalia” in her memory. This is the crown jewel of the Galaysyian Navy, easily the fastest, strongest, and most seaworthy vessel in existence today. It is just over 250 feet long and 30 feet wide, with two masts sporting triangular sails, plus a jib. It features three decks and a cargo hold.

The main power from this vessel comes from the two offset banks of oars, upper and lower, projecting from either side of the hull. A great, triangular, scythe-shaped blade of sheerest, silvery metal dominates the entirety of the bow and well above the upper deck. It seems to be unblemished by rust or corrosion, though does require regular upkeep. The Regalia sports fore, amid, and aft castles, the aft and amid castle rising two more decks above the main, the fore (directly behind the blade) only one. The castles serve as high firing platforms for war machines generally too large for naval use, but for the size and masterful design of the vessel. The main deck houses naval ballistae and catapults, six each, in addition to the castles. Fully outfitted for war, it requires a crew of around 250, but can be operated at base function (without oar power) with about 40. Cargo capacity is about 220 tons. If used purely for assault, cargo capacity is easily modified to accommodate additional soldiers. When joining the fleet proper for war, it is often accompanied by Dragonships and Knarr to act as escort and supply vessels. The blade, coupled with the awe-inspiring momentum and steering of the Regalia, was designed to cleave glaciers and pack ice, though it has found to be even more effective destroying blockades and enemy vessels completely undaunted. If not bound for combat, the excellent seaworthiness of the ship and cargo capacity can keep a crew safe and happy for greatly extended periods of time, becoming something of an ocean-going village or very large home.

At any given moment, The Regalia comfortably maintains a minimum additional crew of 15 Engineers, 50 Archers, and 185 Marine Troops.

The Regalia, in all of her glory, is a thing of beauty and peril. To her countrymen, her distinctive silhouette on the water is a source of hope and pride, while others (even allies) become nervous at her approach. Rumors abound concerning this Queen of the Open Seas, with varying degrees of truth to them. The Regalia is very close to passing from the realm of naval specifications, and into legend. )

(Dragonships - 5: Each Dragonship averages 120 feet in length and 15 in width. They are powered primarily by rowers, forty-five on each side, but have a single mast hoisting a broad, rectangular sail. Cargo space allows for additional supplies and sleeping space, or can hold an additional 180 soldiers for shorter range military excursions. The Dragonships also support Naval war machines as described above. Additionally, the impressive dragons adorning the bow feature grimly effective rams just above the waterline, moreso making this ship fast and dangerous.

Dragonships generally carry 10 engineers, 100 marines, and 40 archers in addition to standard crew.)

(Galaysyian Longships - 25: Forming a good portion of the Navy, the average Longship is about 80 feet long with 40 oars on each side. They boast axe-shaped cutters on the bows, somewhat similar to that of the Regalia but not designed to break the same kind of ice. Nonetheless, these vessels are properly reinforced and can be oared to tremendous speeds, making the cutters exceptionally effective against blockades and other ships. Longships sport a single mast with large, square sails, and can hold either an additional 150 soldiers or 50 tons of cargo. They are more than fairly seaworthy and can be used by small to moderate sized groups for long voyages.

Longships, as standard, carry an additional 50 marines and 10 archers plus equipment)

(Knarr – 50: These ships form the cargo-bearing vessels of the fleet, carrying main supplies for the more martially inclined vessels, allowing them to stay out longer and better maintained. Like the Longships, they have a single mast with a broad, square sail, but only have oars toward the fore and aft. These oars are commonly only used in case of emergency or unfavorable wind. They average the same length as a Longship (80 feet), but are broader, with greater carrying capacity at 100 tons. While not built for ramming, this ship is not without defense, outfitted with naval war machines, described in the appropriate area, above. Further, the cargo space can be used to transport liberal amounts of additional soldiers. Base crew is 15. The Galaysyian Knarr is also remarkably seaworthy, and is more adept at inland river travel. A favored tactic is to move all catapults onto one side of the vessel and blockade an area with several attached Knarr as a surprisingly effective defensive measure.

The average Knarr, equipped for supply lines, typically use their extra space for cargo. 6 engineers man each Knarr, and 8 archers. The base crew assists in the defense of the vessel, manning oars to break and run from conflict. Archers and engineers are expected to pull double duty in need, as well.)

(Outfittable Whaling Fleet – 10: These are civilian vessels that are used to hunt whales.

Essentially civilian Dragonships, these boats often hunt in packs to secure the largest and most profitable of prey. The Whalers come standard with two ballistae, one fore and one aft, which can additionally fire massive harpoons moored to the vessel by stout lines. Cargo areas are generally used for their catch and supplies. All rowers are trained in the appropriate use of the harpoon, but there are dedicated deckhands that act primarily as harpooners. Each individual boat is a family enterprise, and though not necessarily bound by blood, the whaling fleet considers themselves members of the same clan. They operate with uncanny coordination, and always bring their catch back to a main flotilla vessel, from which they can operate for an extended time in open water. During the off season (winter), the Whaling Fleet makes a tidy industry cutting and distributing the purest of glacial ice. Kept insulated by lesser pack ice and sawdust, glacial ice can be kept solid for long periods of time and transported remarkable distances. Such sales to the wealthy and powerful across the Empire has turned around even disastrous whaling seasons, and taxes paid to the kingdom have bankrolled several social and military projects.

LEVIATHAN: The Whaling Fleet Flagship, this vessel is less of a boat and more of a slowly moving city/factory floor. Three massive hulls, positioned parallel to each other, are connected by two-decked platforms with an intricate network of rigging and cargo netting draping from the undersides. Each of the hulls feature fore and aft castles, rising an additional two decks from the main to make six raised platforms topped by massive ballistae, in the same form as the whaling ships’, but at a larger scale. Depending upon the situation, catapults and other ballistae are able to be installed at regular intervals, but for the most part the Leviathan depends upon her fleet for defense. There is enough clearance underneath the platforms for two whaling ships each to dock and offload their catch. Between the two platforms and mooring stations on the outer edges of the vessel, the Leviathan can offload and process six ships simultaneously.

When the Leviathan wants to move, she does so ponderously. Three sails, one for each hull, can be raised and interconnected to form a canvas, air-catching network. Between this network and a series of unique jibs and riggings and one massive rudder on the middle hull, steering is possible. When greater maneuverability is needed, she is aided by a number of her fleet towing her to her new position.)

(Outfittable Merchant Fleet - 600 sailors: Basically just merchants that are very loyal to the nation they serve, transport ships. The naval equivalent of conscripts or militia, the Merchant Fleet sees combat far more rarely considering the comparative strength of the Navy. These units consist of, as the name implies, merchant and civilian vessels that could possibly be put to use for skirmish. It should be noted that, unless of foreign origin, crewmen of the Merchant Fleet (like every other citizen) have spent a term of military service, usually Navy. Further, the standard merchant vessel is the Knarr, the standard type used by the Navy for supplies and personnel movement. Several other types of small vessel may be commandeered or conscripted, but they will mostly be fishing boats or personal transports used for speed and stealth.)

(Rangers - 100: Individually or in small groups, Rangers of Galaysyia patrol the more wilderness or outlying areas, utilizing a fairly discreet communication network to inform each other and report to a central authority. They act as scouts, messengers, border guard, and at times the only visible national authority for more outlying settlements. In times of crisis, local militia and other citizenry will defer to their guidance; even other branches of the military will listen when a Ranger speaks. Their nature makes them part of the national intelligence network. Rangers are primarily found in the great swamps, small island networks, and forests of Galaysyia, but may be anywhere. Operate with a great amount of autonomy.)

(Sappers/Engineers – 500: These are the builders, the fortifiers, the diggers of tunnels and trenches. Sapper brigades are called in for the purpose of sabotaging enemy placements and fortifications, circumventing defenses by tunneling, digging fortifiable trenches, constructing barriers/walls, and builders/operators of war engines. When paired with shock troops, they make a very skilled small unit capable of infiltrating heavily defended locations. Not to be confused with Naval Engineers; their numbers are counted among the Standing Navy.)

(Alchemists - 50: Makers of things that burn readily or go boom, Alchemist units or individuals have received basic military training but have chosen to follow a more cerebral approach to combat. Innovators of wide-use poisons, fulminating formulae, exothermic deliveries, and creators of general chaos on the battlefield, offensive or defensive in nature. Few in number but extremely valuable.)

(Berzerkers - 300: Not-so-standard shock troops, form the initial push in a raiding party or offensive. They outfit themselves however they please (within certain guidelines) and their numbers can be called from any of the previously mentioned troop types, after a period of additional training. One does not simply decide to become a berserker, it is something of a calling.)

Unit Demographics and Equipment: (please give me realistic numbers of each type of troops your country produces, and describe them) (keep in mind I will ask you to tweak things if I find them unfit and unrealistic, I.E. standing armies are going to be smaller than levies)

Tactics(optional): Element of Surprise

Strengths: Exceptionally powerful Navy, strong militia on home soil, surprise raiding tactics, loyal military force, berserkers

Weaknesses: Unknown tactics of other militaries due to isolation, has not participated in a land war in ages so behind the times in current tactics when battling on land in a large scale battle. Also, due to the nation being built on 3 land masses, the military forces have little cohesion when on land, attacking more like a swarm of bees instead of a professional army.

Generals, Tacticians, heads of Military:
Varun Delmore (Aka Tseng): Prince & Master of Fleet
Nicola Masters: Lady High Command of Sea and Stone(Highest Military Offical)
Delanto Veris: Master Of Leviathan Fleet (Head of Whaling Fleet)

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Past conflicts with other players: N/A in current times due to isolation.

Grievances and Victories: None in the current era

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Name: Anisa Blithe Crowe
Aliases: Captain, Cap, Ani
Age: 37
Birthday: June 30th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoat
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Captain Of Vengeance

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Lean and toned
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Light chocolate brown
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, tattoo on her inner left wrist, another tattoo that covers her back; an image of her home world, Shadow, burning with a phoenix rising from its ashes.
Personal Style: The woman has style to say the least. Most of her clothing is custom cut to make sure it fits right and is tailored. Even saying that though she prefers comfort to anything and that is one of the reasons she takes care of her wardrobe and what she wears. Slacks, vest, button shown shirts are the usual dress though she is not above wearing a dress if the situation arises. Heals are a usual must with as odd as that may be, she just loved them; they make her even taller than she already is and being a Captain in this day and age it helps to add a few more inches.

Her hair is ever changing but nothing drastic. Always kept well groomed and in order unless something messes it up. She keeps her nails short since she will get her hands dirty and she found early one that keeping her nails manicured was just a plain waste of time. She might had the style of a Companion, she doesn't have the job of one.

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Stubborn * Soft-Hearted * Opinionated * Sensing * Judgemental * Loyal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Anisa is how she feels a Captain should be. She is tough, she is fair, she is the final say of all things. She can be a bit difficult to work with because she will put a bullet through someone's skull without a second thought or snap on a person if they do something stupid. She expects the best from her crew and for them to do what she says. She is the chain of command and she will beat the every living hell out of someone with it until they understand. She is very opinionated about her beliefs and while not religious in the least, she hates the Alliance and doesn't hide that fact. She is judgemental of pretty much everyone, sizing them up and testing their loyalties and their backs.

Under all that hardness though is a rather soft heart. She loves her ship and her crew and will protect them with her dying breath. She can sense wen something is off, once again, both with her ship and her crew. The way they move, speak, look, it tells her what she needs and she is rarely caught off guard because of it but it does happen. Anisa is fiercely loyal to her crew and expects the same from them. Though much of the time the things she does or say do not make sense at the time it can become evident later on. Her heart is in the right place but sometimes her mind over rides that fact. Her own set of morals and ethics she holds in the highest of places and she follows them to the end.

Habits:

• Blowing her hair out of her face
• Cracking her knuckles
• Humming when she is thinking

Hobbies:

• Playing Poker
• Lasso
• Smoking

Fears:

• Reavers
• The Alliance taking full control of the 'Verse
• Being poisoned

Likes:

• Pomegranates
• Keeping the ship in order
• Shuffling cards
• Doing anything to screw with the Alliance
• Finishing a job and getting paid
• Breaking in a new pair of heels
• Reading mystery novels - Nikki Heat is the bomb!
• Hog tying people instead of using handcuffs

Dislikes:

• Dealing with Alliance Folk
• The Black
• People not doing their job
• People acting as if they are in control
• Talking about the last war
• Mud
• Things being out of place

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Pilot
• Bluff
• Gun Combat
• Jack of all Trades
• Tactics
• Athletics
• Recruiting
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Riffle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Endurance (Athletics)

What Is On Your Person:

• Outfit - Bolero style brown leather coat, tanned leather sleeveless shirt, tailored olive green pants, cognac knee high laced leather boots
• Gold chain with a locket that contains two pictures - one of her mother, one of her father
• Custom Colt 1860 Army
• Belted holster
• Winchester Model 1892 Mare's Leg, a carbine cut down to pistol length
• Custom Belted Holster
• Pack of cigarettes
• Lighter
• Worn lasso rope
• Credentials

Quarters:

• Ammunition
• Winchester 1873
• Marlin Model 1895 Lever Action Rifle
• Jericho 941
• Jericho 941
• Grenades
• Heckler & Koch G36K - 5.56x45mm
• Collection of Cards (Various Decks she has acquired over the years)
• Burnt and tarnished image of her with her family on the ranch, only half survived the attack
• Tailored Wardrobe
• Way too many heels

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Anisa was born and raised on Shadow. A simple girl wanting a simple life. That was until the war broke out and her home was destroyed. She ended up joining the war as a Browncoat, saying her only driving force was that justice no longer existed in the Verse, so it was her job to seek Vengeance for those that died. She fought in the battle of Serenity but doesn't ever recall the infamous Malcolm Reynolds. She did her job, seemed he did his; as well as either could.

History: Born on the planet of Shadow, Anisa was the daughter of cattle ranchers. A simple girl who enjoyed a simple life. She grew up in the grit and grim with dirt under her nails. She loved being out under the endless skies of her home world. It was said that the prairies of Shadow stretched out so far under such a clear sky that a man could see from here to God's plan and when she was younger she believed this. That God's plan for her and her family was that of this life. Just enjoying roping cattle, herding them, and riding out under the sun set.

Then times changed and Shadow was one of the first planets to stand against the Alliance's aggressive means of unification. Many of the people joined up to fight, Anisa at this point in her life wanted nothing to do with war. It was not that she was for unification, she was just content and happy in the life she had. Why mess with perfection? While out on a sale of cattle, her families ranch was attacked and by the time she returned everything was gone; her world was destroyed before the world became a ghost.

That is when things changed, the simple girl became what the alliance had created. Losing everything did not break her, it remade her. Joining the Independents she took point and she took charge, even fighting in the Battle Of Serenity. The one simple farm girl became a force to be reckoned with, rallying those around her to keep pushing no matter what. Even after the war was over, it was not over with in her mind. Those that caused the death of her planet still had not paid the price for the extermination they caused. Vengeance became her main goal.

After the end of the war, she did what many did; she survived. In the shadows of space, she picked up a Firefly Class Ship and took jobs. While many became smugglers, she took a still more active approach. Taking more jobs than not that would harm the Alliance in some way. While they have never been able to prove her treasonous actions in a court of law, the charges have been looming over her head. Something she does not care about, to her you cannot commit treason against a government that should not be in power.

When the signal broadcast about Miranda Anisa's blood boiled and she was one of the first to get back into the fight. Once a Browncoat, always a Browncoat. Now while she is not on the front lines, the information her crew gathers, the supplies they loot from the alliance and deliver to the Independents is invaluable. Anisa is planning on taking a more active role in the war but for now she has to keep her, her crew, and her ship alive. Out in the Rim that is difficult with more and more planets coming under attack but the crew carries on. In her mind, Vengeance is hers because she is tired of waiting for God to do the job.

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Character Quote:

• I have been at the edge of that map and monsters lie there.
• I didn't do this to hurt you, I did it to protect you.
• Trust me, a bullet's going to kill you long before hunger does.
• I don’t cross the line. I put myself on it.
• What word rhymes with I'm screwed?
• Don't chase ghosts. It isn't worth it. Trust me.

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Smuggling, Bribery, Transporting Unauthorized Personal, Treason
Anything Else:

• Remembering
• Inara
• Is Left Handed
• Parents Ranch was targeted because they were former Core World people from Persephone that decided to settle on Shadow to have a family and a down to earth life.

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Character Name: Roy Gregory
Age: 43
Public Occupation: Homicide Detective
Languages: English - Street Slang

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Toned
Eyes: Light Brown
Hair: Medium Brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Brand on his right shoulder of the male symbol, several bullet wound scars from his job - chest, abdomen, right thigh
Personal Style: Even though he is a detective he rarely dresses the part, he is not one for suits and ties. In fact he doesn't even own a suit. Preferring jeans and dress shirts; it lets him have at least some sort of clean cut look without being too clean cut. Criminals on the street don't take to kindly to those in suits with badges. Granted they don't take to kindly to those with badges period but not being in your funeral suit as you walk around helps a bit.

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Determined * Corrupt * Observant * Blunt

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Roy is your typical street hardened detective. 20+ years on the force and he has seen it all, caused some of it, and covered up a lot of it. He doesn't hold back with what he has to say when it comes to street folk but he is determined enough to want to stay alive and to know when to bite his tongue. This has proved in valuable to keeping off peoples hit list.

His eyes are always watching and while some people believe they can actually read when people are lying and they can't, his observations are hardly wrong. He knows his gut and follows it. He is corrupt, like most in the department and can be cruel because of it but underneath it all he is starting to feel the small pang of guilt for all the crime he has helped foster in the city. Only time will tell how much longer he can keep it up.

Habits: Running his thumb along his pocket when his hands are in it, raising both eyebrows when he is frustrated

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General World Skills:

• Underground Street Knowledge (Justice)
• Computers
• Research
• Observation
• Micro-Expression Interpretation (FACS Training)

Combat Skills:

• Pistol
• Brawling
• Interrogation
• Bribing
• Driving (Car)

Possessions:

• Clothing - Jeans, dress shirt, leather jacket, worn leather boots, belt, gun shoulder holsters
• Wallet with contents
• Badge
• Vehicle and Keys
• Crime Files
• Burner Phone
• Security Coded Work Phone
• Apartment in the Deadlight District
• Safehouse
• Pistols

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The Basics: Grew up on the streets of Justice and had a juvi record a mile long. He was finally given a choice by a judge - go to the academy, or go to jail. He did well, knowing what a criminal would do because he was one made the real life parts of the training a breeze. Learning the law end, not to much and he struggled but eventually managed to graduate. He met a records Clerk while he was a rookie, Josephine. They were married and everything on the surface seemed fine but after she caught rumors of him covering crimes up and finally was asked by him to loose some records she divorced him. They haven't spoken in years, she left Justice after the divorce and moved to Chicago.

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Character Quote: Damn it man, I'm a detective! Not a ~Insert whatever he is referring to at the time~
Theme Song: Throne By Bring Me The Horizon
Anything Else: ~Provided in previous Cs's~

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Character Name: Christopher Wallace
Age: 59
Public Occupation: County Coroner
Languages: English, Latin, Greek

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Height: 5'5"
Weight: 165lbs
Build: Pudgy
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Grey/Balding
Skin Tone: Sickly Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Male branding on his left ring finger that is hidden by his class ring from college
Personal Style: Whatever his housekeeper has managed to get back from the cleaners or isn't too messed up from his floor. Typically old Englishman dress.

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Jovial * Corrupt * Jokster * No Conscience

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: This man is a walking gag real, clumsy and awkward at his best but he gets the job done; some though may wonder how he hasn't cut his own arm off with a bone saw by now. But don't let that fool you, he is cold and calculating; always looking out for himself and what can work in his favor.

He is no hero, a wimp in the trusted form and he will do everything he can to make sure he and himself are safe. Screw the rest of the world. It is better to be at the right hand of the devil than in his path.
Habits: Smacking his gums, talking too loud

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General World Skills:

• Critical Thinking
• Perceptive
• Biology
• Forensics
• Analysis

Combat Skills:

Seriously, none

Important Holdings: Other than basic clothing - things of interest for them. Villa in France, corporations, drug fields, etc.

• Clothing - moth ball scented tweed jackets, turtle necks, khakis
• Coroner ID
• Medical Pack for crime scenes
• Phone
• Lap top
• Collection of Murder Mystery Novels
• First print edition of The Princess Bride
• Rolex pocket watch
• Fedora
• Black 1954 Morgan

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The Basics A family of morticians, he grew up smelling embalming fluid. Moving to Justice after he graduated Indiana University he got a job as an intern for the local coroners office. After years and a few connections made he ran for County Coroner and has held the position for the last 20 years. He gets re-elected each time for some odd reason.

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Character Quote: Inconceivable!
Theme Song: I've Got A Lovely Bunch Of Coconuts
Anything Else: ~Already in previous Cs's~

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Name: Atticus Kaine Pearson
Aliases: Preacher, Kaine
Age: 42
Birthday: March 17th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Jiangyin
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Preacher

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Cut
Eyes: Deep Mahogany
Hair: Ebony with a little gray
Skin Tone: Tan and worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Back is covered with numerous scars, tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades; horseshoe overlaid with a sheriffs star overlaid with a skull.
Personal Style: Is there a personal style for a man of the cloth? For the preacher there is. Wearing all black at all times like most Catholic priests he still has his own personal twist on what he wears. He prefers jeans to slacks, specialized collared shirts instead of traditional, cowboy boots over dress shoes.

He is also oddly groomed for a preacher, never being clean shaven or sporting a beard; a five day shadow always haunting him. Then there is his hair; raggedly cut but gelled and styled meticulously in a just rolled out of bed fashion. The man always seems to look like a drunken Halloween Costume parading as a Priest.

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Wrathful * Kind * Prideful * Diligent * Lustful * Generous

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To say Atticus is what a person would think of as a preacher personality wise would be both the complete truth and an utter lie. He is kind and very compassionate. Looking out for his flock and trying to lead them down the right path. A studious man who knows his religion and beliefs like the back of his hand. A shoulder to lean on and someone to call on when one is heavy hearted, the man would give the shirt off his back to any in need without question.

On the flip side of that coin is a very human man who strays from the path regularly. When he sees wrong doing he becomes wrathful, laying down his own version of justice that is anything but turn the other cheek. He has addiction problems ranging from gambling to drinking and even the indulgence of the flesh. A hot hand or a hot body is not something he can say no to. Prideful as Lucifer himself, he believes his personal outlook on religion is the perfected middle ground. Such is the duality of Preacher.

Habits:

• Quoting Scripture
• Smoking

Hobbies:

• Playing Poker

Fears:

• Losing his faith completely
• Becoming schizophrenic
• Losing a member of his flock

Likes:

• Women
• Whiskey
• Non-Menthol Cigarettes
• The Color Yellow
• Pie
• Preaching (when the time is right in his mind)

Dislikes:

• Cake
• Menthol Cigarettes
• Preaching (at a Service)
• Clear Liquors
• People Telling Him How A Preacher Should Act
• People Telling Him What His Beliefs Should Be

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General Skills:

• Discipline
• Explosives
• Gun Combat
• Instruction
• Lore
• Melee
• Social Sciences
• Physical Sciences
• Gambler

Specialty Skills:

• Poker (Gambler)
• Chemistry (Physical Sciences)
• Bludgeon (Melee)
• History (Social Sciences)
• Religion (Lore)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black Jeans, Black Cowboy Shirt with silver collar trim, preacher collar, black sports coat, black cowboy boots
• Rosary
• Worn Bible
• Prayer Hands Zippo
• Pack of Cigarettes
• Flask Of Whiskey
• Worn Deck Of Playing Cards
• Wallet With Credentials In It
• Saint Christopher's Medal
• Handkerchief

Quarters:

• Various Religious Texts from All Religions
• Numerous Books On The History Of The 'Verse
• Half Empty Whisky Bottles
• Stack of Ripped Up Cassocks
• Empty Pie Plates
• Colt 380
• Star Firestar M-45
• Glock 17L
• Claridge LEC9
• Ammunition
• Collection of Gideon Bibles

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Looking at his life, one might think that Atticus would hate the Alliance but he doesn't. He sees the virtues in both sides of the war and their sins. He feels they both are in the right and in the wrong and must come to a common ground if either side is going to survive this war. He will never chose a side, but always dance that middle ground and each moment he decides what he will do for himself and what is in the interest of the greater good.

History: Atticus was born to money and wealth, the son of a Magistrate. He never wanted for much; being educated from a young age but the boy was a born trouble maker and used his knowledge of chemistry to blow up more than one class room when a teacher would not give him the grade he felt he deserved. When caught he would bring forth some story of another who had been wrongly prosecuted for standing up for what was right.

Eventually his father was tired of the fights, the arson, and the attitude; shipping him off to an old Catholic Mission for what he hoped was a little bit of God. He got more than what he bargained for. Atticus had the calling and became obsessed with righting his wrongs and the wrongs of others; taking the letter of the bible too far. He was still starting fires, blowing up places, and stealing from the Alliance - yet now he was backed by the word of god. This lead to several run ins with the law and one charge of man-slaughter that was never able to be proven.

That was until the Unification War Broke out. He was assigned to render last rights to those that had fallen in the battle of Serenity Valley but told not to give any peace to the fallen Browncoats. That was the last straw. To be told who he could and could not save was, in his words, horseshit. He did so anyways and was locked up for six months for the crime of Insubordination & Assault With A Holy Artifact. (He based a commanding officer over the head with a bible.)

After his release he re-evaluated his life. God was still there but he felt god was on vacation. Sitting down he prayed, and drank, and loved, and lost, and had hang overs, and got tossed in jail a few nights, and then repeated the process until one day while walking to the local watering hole he spotted Vengeance and felt a tug towards it. Taking an open spot on Vengeance he has kept with them, helping where he can and using the vessels stopping points as places to preach and to get his sin on.

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Character Quote:

• God listens like a woman, he hears what he wants.
• With God, it's never too late to make things right.
• I'm here to tell you your life can change in a moment, and this is the moment.
• I shit sunshine, didn't you know that?
• Don't wind me up asshole.
• I don't know if I told you, but I never really wanted to be a preacher …

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Disorderly Conduct, Gambling, Assault with A Holy Artifact, Man-Slaughter, Theft, Destruction Of Alliance Property, Arson, Insubordination
Anything Else:

• Arrival Of The Valkyrie
• Inara over all but hey, was loving me some Book while writing this.
• Doesn't take confession

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Name: Camilla Beatrice Powell
Aliases: Cam, Powell
Age: 32
Birthday: February 19th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Ariel
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Mercenary

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Pale Hazel
Hair: Sunkissed Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale with rose undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Camilla's style varies greatly depending on what is needed. She is as comfortable in an Alliance Officers Uniform as she is in ripped slacks covered in dirt, grease, and blood. What she wears has no effect on her outside of the job at hand and she knows how to make sure what she is wearing fits the circumstances to the best of her ability.

When not on the job though what she wears will usually be something of comfort and something she doesn't care if it gets ruined. Sweats and T-Shirts are not uncommon for people to see her in though when just around the ship she will usually be seen in combat boots, fatigues, and a tank top. Her hair is either down and just let to do what it wants or pulled back tightly in a slicked back bun reminiscent of her days at the Academy.

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Resentful * Caring * Cynical * Methodical * Abrasive * Adaptable

Sexuality: Sapiosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Life deals each person a deck of cards and you are forced to play them as best you can. That is what Camilla does, ever the chameleon to make the best of a situation. An adaptable woman able to fit in to most any scenario, she is methodical on her approach to a situation; and beneath is all is kind and caring, wanting the best for people.

Yet, life isn't kind and she has become rather resentful and cynical because of it. While she strives to help those around her, she can be very abrasive when it comes to matters with those she is closer to. A filter she does not have and speaks her mind even though there are times when silence is the best of options.
Habits:

• Biting her thumb nail
• Huffing when frustrated

Hobbies:

• Working out

Fears:

• Being captured by the Alliance
• Being killed by her Ex-Fiance
• Having to kill her Ex-Fiance

Likes:

• Martial Arts
• Meditating
• Cleaning her weapons
• Swimming
• Strawberries
• Making big badda booms

Dislikes:

• Hypocrites
• Being disturbed when meditating
• Someone touching her things
• Talking about her past
• Drug addicts
• People who cannot be on time

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General Skills:

• Perception
• Investigate
• Interrogation
• Athletics
• Gun Combat
• Melee
• Persuade
• Deception (Bluff)
• Explosives

Specialty Skills:

• Martial Art (Melee)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Strength (Athletics)
• Endurance (Athletics)
• Rifle (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Combat boots, tank top, fatigues, dog tags, long brown leather duster, belt
• Field Knife
• Lighter
• Bobby Pins
• Credentials
• Scalpel Kit
• Silk Handkerchief
• Jericho 941
• Gun Holster
• Knife Sheath

Quarters:

• A box with an engagement ring in it
• Grenades
• C-4
• Prima-Cord
• MP40
• H&K MP5SD3
• AKM
• Box of Memories
• Alliance Uniform
• Pictures of Home
• Ammunition

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: They say one moment can forever change the course of your life; nothing could be truer for Camilla. Seeing her fiance at the time slaughter so many and then put a preacher in chains was enough to turn her allegiances from that of the Alliance to that of the Independents. Breaking off the engagement and running for the hill, she has since been a Browncoat and hopes to save herself and those that have suffered at the hands of the Alliance for far too long.

History: Camilla grew up on Ariel and had all the makings of a skilled woman of politics when she was younger. Doing well in school and excelling in her studies. She enjoyed the life that the Alliance provided her and her family. Her parents dreamed that one day she would become one of the highest governing officials on the planet.

Yet when talk of unification broke out Camilla was one of the first to sign up and in her entrance testing was found to have remarkable skills when it came to interrogation. She was filtered off to hone these skills as well as others and became an invaluable asset to the Alliance when it came to gathering the information needed to squash the Independents.

She felt she was doing good and was excited to be sent with her then fiance to the Battle Of Serenity; both of them thinking she would be able to ensure that there were no further uprisings or plans in the works when they captured the ranking officers. But things did not go as planned and she witnessed something she could never forget and doubts she will ever forgive.

At that moment she ran and turned on the Alliance. If this was what the Alliance was she wanted nothing to do with it. Her knowledge of the Alliance would have been of great use if the Independents had anything left in them but they didn't. Still, she was not turning back and started training, becoming a hire Merc for those that were former Browncoats.

Now another war has broken out and she feels she owes the Browncoats all she has to make up for the injustices they have suffered; especially those on the Vengeance.

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Character Quote:

• There is something about bonding over mutual hatred that is so much deeper than bonding over mutual love.
• Everyone should have a chance to re-chose which side they fight for.
• My past will forever haunt me.
• We all will die and when I do it will be still refusing to kneel.
• The sound of silence is both maddening and cleansing.
• Back the fuck up!

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Treason, Desertion, Insubordination
Anything Else:

• Jack And Tati Collab With Morose
• While Irana is my favorite, Jayne was more on my mind when making this character
• Is Ambidextrous
• Was engaged to Gregory Quinn

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}