Name: Calla Shepard

Age: 28

Gender : Female

Ethnicity/Nationality: Caucasian

Physical Description: Calla is small in stature, standing at roughly 5'2" and weighing around 120 lbs. She has long dark brown hair that is usually up or out of her face in some form or fashion. Her eyes are a light green with specks of brown in them, and she has a sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks that give her a childlike appearance.



History: Calla was born and raised most of her life in a small town in Texas. She was an only child, and had the typical kind of childhood. She went to dance classes and had lots of friends growing up. When she was 16, her home was broken into while she was at a friend's, and her parents were killed trying to fight them off.

Shortly after, she went to live with her Aunt and uncle in New England. There, she took several self defense classes and learned how to fire several weapons. It was a little harder for her to make friends there, and she kept mostly to herself.

At the age of 19, she went to college to become a nurse, graduated, and did just that. She had been working When the invasion happened. Person after person came in with injuries, and she eventually heard about a resistance, fighting against the invaders. She knew she had to do it. Calla decided to join and fight for her home.

(Sorry it's so bland and short. If I need to add more, just let me know. I'm terrible at writing bios)

Psychological Profile: Calla is normally a quiet and reserved person around those she doesn't know. She tends to keep to herself. With people she does know, she is a joker, that knows when to be serious. She enjoys laughter and cutting up, especially if it helps ease tension. Being a nurse, Calla isn't one to cause others harm, although she will if the need arises, without hesitation.

Skill Set:

*Extensive knowledge in first aid
*Can handle handguns, shotguns, and rifles
*Knows self defense

Equipment:

*An m1911 pistol
*A backpack filled with a variety of first aid items

Name: Joe Sullivan

Age: 41

Gender: Male

Ethnicity/Nationality: Irish-American

Physical Description: Joe is heavyset, but his height (6'1) helps him carry the weight. He's on the stout side leaning close to fat. His auburn hair has streaks of grey in it and he often wears it slicked back with gel of some sort. Joe has a thick beard that is also flecked with grey in it. His outfit of choice is often some sort of comfortable pants with elastic waist -- track suit pants or basketball shorts, etc. -- and a t-shirt or tanktop. He looks like a shady guy.

History:

Joe Sullivan was born in South Boston, the youngest of three children. His father, Danny, was an electrician and his mother, Irene, worked as a tollbooth worker on the Tobin Bridge. Danny and Connor, Joe's older brothers, were both model students and citizens in the community. Daniel became a prosecutor while Connor became a police officer. Joe, on the other hand, was the wildchild. He stole a car when he was thirteen and was sent to juvie. By the time he dropped out of high school at the age of fifteen, Joe had already been in and out of juvie three times.

Joe spent the rest of his teenage years as a petty burglar and strongarm robber. The few times he got caught, one of his brother's would call in a favor and he would either walk or get a light sentence. When he was eighteen, Joe took a job as a bouncer at a bar in Southie owned by Billy Boyle, the undisputed crimelord of Boston. Billy saw promise in the big, thick kid and took him under his wing. Joe went from bouncer to enforcer overnight. Billy started him off slowly at first, just roughing up guys who owed Billy money and the occasional bagman run through the city. Six months in, Billy gave Joe a gun and told him to kill a man who was threatening to go to the cops. Joe but two bullets into the would-be snitch's head that night and his place at Billy's right hand was cemented.

For over twenty years, Joe rode shotgun as Billy ran amok and built a criminal empire through New England. Joe developed a reputation as one of New England's most efficient hitmen. For some reason that nobody could ever explain, he got the nickname Joe the Jew. As Joe's criminal star rose, so did those of his brothers. Daniel became Suffolk County District Attorney before becoming a state senator, while Connor made rank to Superintendent, on the short list to one day become commissioner. In their three respective categories, the Sullivan Brothers were shining.

When the invasion came, Joe was in Vermont doing business for Billy. Joe was to meet their Canadian coke connection with a payment of twenty-five thousand dollars. The invasion threw the meeting to the backburner and Joe laid low in his hotel for a few days just watching and waiting to see what would happen. Eventually Joe was approached by some people who knew he had connections and knew he could help them. Realizing he could do his patriotic duty and maybe make a few bucks, Joe buried the cash for the drug deal and signed on with the resistance cell.

Psychological Profile:

While not loud and obnoxious, Joe is brash and to the point with most of his conversations. He is loyal, but only to a point. Years on the street have taught him that loyalty is a word that people will use to fuck you over. Joe is not a jingoistic patriot by any means, but a life time of Cold War propaganda and his own leanings as a "business" man has made him hate communism and the Russians who fight for it. A violent man, Joe is not afraid of violence and in some cases enjoys hurting people.

Skillset:

• Proficient with weapons (handguns and shotguns mostly)
• Career criminal with burglary and car theft skills.
• Criminal and civilian connections throughout New England

Equipment:

• Beretta M9
• Duffel bag with $25,000 in it (Hidden)

Name: Benjamin Giguere
Nick: "Ben" or "Gigger"
Gender: Male
Age: 33

Appearance: Ben is not handsome. He stands 5' 9" tall and weighs 170 Lbs. His muscles are taut from years of working a farm or pounding spikes on the railroad. He has steel gray eyes and short brown hair which is usually dirty. His fingernails are normally black and/or filled with grease. Gigger normally wears blue dickies, solid colored T-shirts and Red Wing steel toed boots. He chews tobacco frequently and you might find traces of partially chewed tobacco in his chin stubble or drippings on his T-shirt.



Bio: Ben Giguere was born and raised in Bellows Falls, Vermont, not far from the Connecticut River. His father was an avid Red Sox fan and would take young Benjamin to the country store in North Walpole, New Hampshire just to get a glimpse of "Pudge", Carlton Fisk after his retirement from the White Sox in 1993.

Ben's father, Paul owned a farm in the hills south of Bellows Falls not far from the Railroad tracks and the river. Farming in Vermont is difficult; you go to work before the sun comes up and you finish long after the sun goes down. Paul Giguere was disciplined about the farm and kept at it all day long. When Ben was not in school, doing homework or sleeping, he was helping his old man on the farm.

Often times while out harrowing a field, bailing hay or harvesting field corn, Paul would tell his son that he should look into working for the Central Vermont Railroad which ran along the eastern edge of their property. Ben rarely took his father's suggestions seriously, but tended to his work regardless. When Ben graduated from Bellows Falls Union High School, he never looked back. He did play Defensive Back for The Terriers and outfield on the baseball team, but never good enough to go to College. Nor were his grades all that impressive; lucky to have all Cs.

He went to work for his father full time after school, but found being around dad all day to be irritating; cramping his style. He quietly drove down to the railroad office for the Green Mountain Railway located in North Walpole to inquire about employment. He was told they were not hiring, but that he should check with the New England Central in St. Albans, VT. He was given a phone number to call.

Following a two-week process, Ben hired onto the New England Central Railroad, formerly the Central Vermont in 2002. He took a job working as a Track Maintenance Technician. This meant he would have to inspect portions of the rail that ran from the Canadian border north of St. Albans, south to the Massachusetts border at Vernon, VT. He learned the job working with an experienced trackman. He and three other rode in the same "High railer" inspecting track and replacing 100-pound and 130-pound rail where it was needed. Every year they also engaged in replacing the large wooden ties, soaked in creosote. It was usually, the hottest day of the summer when they were working the tie job.

Paul Giguere and his sons Benjamin and Preston who was two years younger than Ben always looked forward to Deer hunting season in late November and early December. The nice thing about Vermont is they have a Rifle Season. Unfortunately, their Massachusetts neighbors to the south only have shotgun season. This tends to send a flock of clueless flatlanders north into the hills of Vermont to get lost. There were more than a few times when Ben and his father and brother would run across a flatlander winded somewhere west of Windsor Mountain searching for the way out of the woods. They would offer their assistance and help the godforsaken clueless bastards out, and then laugh at them behind their backs later on. It made for some funny stories.

His favorite hunting rifle was a Marlin .30-.30 lever action rifle. His dad used a Marlin 336C in .35 cal. Both rifles had 7x50 scopes mounted on them. His brother, Preston used a Remington .30-06 which also had a 7x50 scope mounted on it.

After the Russians invaded, things did not go well for Ben. His parents, Paul Giguere and wife Lauren were killed from an automobile accident on Interstate 91. The death of his parents devastated Ben. He viewed the Russian invasion with hatred. Although, the invasion did not directly cause his parent's death, it did facilitate it. With the presence of Russians in Bellows Falls, Ben took to the hills in search of a group he heard about one day at work. He put together his standard hunting kit along with a few extra supplies. He also took his 31 year old brother, Preston with him.

Psychological Profile: Ben never cared for politics, as was his attitude toward school in general. He focused on his work and his hobbies. He enjoyed working, whether it be farming or track maintenance and he loved hunting. Ben's father, Paul was firm while raising his two sons, but fair. He was never too hard on them, but didn't let them slide by either. He made them work for everything they achieved and this has shown through in their personalities. Both boys are quiet and polite. They are hard to rattle.

Ben really doesn't have an opinion of the current situation other than he knows the Soviet invasion is bad. He would like to help return Vermont and the US back to the way it used to be. He is willing to fight to bring back the USA.

Skillset/Occupation:
- experienced at farming
- tractor & automotive maintenance
- hunting; skilled with a hunting rifle
"I can put a round through a flea's ass at five hundred yards."
- Railroad infrastructure; rail cars, ties, switches, rail head and bridges.
- welding
- canning (fruits and vegetables)
- cooking (on a stove or outdoors)
- Winter survival skills
- stripping a recently killed animal, smoking and drying the meat.
- tracking prey
- knowledge of the topography and geography of central & southern Vermont.
- snowshoeing

Equipment: Hunting pack, sleeping bag, Mess kit, fork, knife, spoon, spare socks, spare T-shirts, candles, box of 500 matches, two bic lighters, two cans of WD-40, roll of duct tape, two spare pair of dickies, four spare T-shirts, olive drab green field jacket used for hunting, olive drab green field pants with cargo pockets also used for hunting, two sets of long underwear with extra heavy wool socks, wet weather poncho, a pack of Juicy Fruit gum, brown towel, razor, shave cream, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, dental floss, cross tip screw driver, flat head screwdriver, pliers, adjustable wrench, wire cutters, 2-quart bladder canteen, quart bottle of Jim Beam Whiskey, roll of Copenhagen chewing tobacco, flashlight with spare batteries, 150 feet of half inch rope and a Boston Red Sox Baseball cap with a rolled, rounded bill, filthy & worn at the brim.

Weapons:
- Marlin .30-.30 lever action rifle
- Ruger Redhawk .44 Caliber Revolver
- 9" hunting knife
- Survival knife
- Swiss Army pocket knife

Relationships and Acquaintances:
Daniel Martin

Calla Shepard

Joe Sullivan

Skillset:

• Good with numbers
• Trilingual { English, Korean, Russian }
• A computer whiz, there's nothing she can't use, fix, or hack
• Her dog, Hye, is an exceptionally trained guard dog

Equipment:

• Pepper spray
• A black SUV that sits seven
• A dog whistle
• A heavy duty laptop and portable charger
• A flash drive

Other:

Name: Ainsley Evans
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Ethnicity/Nationality: Caucasian
Physical Description:

Feminine and fit, blessed/cursed with a pretty face of dark features topped with long, straight, black hair. Though in her early 30s, it's not hard to mistake Ainsley for a younger woman. If you listen close enough, or long enough, you can hear the hints of a Texas accent.

Skillset:

• From a childhood spent hunting and camping, Ainsley can handle herself relatively well with a pistol in the woods.
• Having recently finished her residency in General Surgery at a Boston area hospital, Ainsley is a fully certified and trained medical doctor.

History:

Ainsley Evans regrets not taking a lower paying position in the Houston Medical Center. She'd be closer to family during the trauma and emergency of invasion, and more than anything, she would have avoided the drama that has enveloped her in Burlington, Vermont. But it was the hospital in Burlington that offered her by far the most, and so she took it, loving the idea of Vermont in the Spring and Fall. Back when her biggest non-occupational concerns were a cabin in the woods, and a giant cup of coffee.

Of course, the Commies would have to complicate her life. Everyone's lives.

The life of a General Surgeon at the UVM Medical Center in Burlington was a busy one before the invasion; rare was the open weekend Ainsley had to explore the beauty of her new home state. Mostly she worked, and she slept, before waking up at the sound of her OnPage app going bonkers to tell her it was time to start the next work day. When she could she went out with a few nurse friends to concerts, to restaurants, bars, whatever Burlington had that called itself the nightlife for the city.

Born and raised in the suburbs of Dallas, Texas, Burlington wasn't exactly what she thought of when she thought of big city--but it's what she had. She could still do the camping, and hunting, and fishing she grew up with. It's just at this point in life, she was busier working and trying to survive not the wilds of Vermont but the wild adult dating scene she found herself in. She'd been dating a cop named Scott when the invasion came in truth. Their two month anniversary was the last time she'd ever see him.

Being the Doctor turned girlfriend of a cop that got himself killed with the initial wave of Communists made Ainsley a popular choice for Burlington PD cops that weren't happy with the current state of things, beginning a chain of events that would eventually lead to Ainsley being noticed by the Resistance. After about a year of patching up Resistance aligned folk in secret, and helping to provide pharmaceutical resources. In her little off time, Ainsley now cared little for night life and dating scenes: she spent her free time in the woods, shooting, practicing.

She even bought a large EMT pack, and spent months customizing both the pack and it's contents to fit the needs of a "country doctor" that made house calls in combat zones. That was her plan, at least, to eventually disappear from UVM's Medical Center in Burlington. Somehow some of the Burlington PD boys that she never really knew that well, and one she did know fairly well, had gotten promoted out of turning their loyalty to Communist masters, started asking about her to the other doctors and nurses of her hospital.

She never really got nervous. Not until Derek Gordon, her long gone boyfriend's partner and once a friend of her's, showed up at her condo one day and demanded she come with him. On the way he laid it out: he couldn't prove it, but he knew she was helping the local people resisting the Commies. He didn't need to prove it, though, to tear her world apart. He could help her, though, if she was willing to stop being stubborn and naive. If she was willing to stop helping anyone under the table, and go out with him.

The last bit burned the worst. Derek had always been sweet to her, but she figured always figured it was due to his partner. It wasn't until she realized he'd wanted her, too, that she started to wonder if Derek had something to do with Scott's disappearance.

Now she sits uncuffed in a locked Burlington PD Interrogation Room, wanting only two things: to get out so she can fully join the Resistance, and to kill Derek Parks.

Psychological Profile:

Raised with God, guns, and the glory of America. The daughter of an engineer and a school teacher, Ainsley grew up in the thinking man's Bible Belt: as such she isn't exactly a radical or fanatic on any political level...although she is patriotic. After a decade of Med School and residency, there are times when the Doctor's God Complex comes out in Ainsley. When she feels as if she knows better, even if most those around her disagree. Usually it contains itself to the medical field, as she likes to keep her worst traits in check the best she can. Usually. She cares for others, and is typically pleasant natured and positive...with a heavy side dose of sarcasm.

Equipment:

• All weather hiking boots, jeans, various undershirts/shirts/sweaters topped with a black biker jacket with hooded sweatshirt underneath.
• Sig Sauer P238 (.380)
• Modified field medic pack.