Name:
Dorjan (Dorian)

Age:
31

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:


Mutation(s):
Dorjan's parent's careful nature and weariness of radioactivity has kept him mutation free, that is at least as far as he is aware.

Weapon(s):
Dorjan carries a Glock 17 (a gun he found after he was double-crossed and left for dead by a bunch of bandits), since finding the gun, Dorjan has only found one round of ammunition. Having had no dire need for it so far, he is keeping it for himself and has engraved "R.I.P" into the case of the bullet. He also has a simple hatchet he found at an abandoned fire station, soon after he was left for dead. It's nothing special and the head of the ax is long since dulled. However, it still has its uses.

Gear:
Dorjan was double-crossed by a bunch of bandits and left for dead. In the short time since then he has found only a few items of any use.
-Jacket and pants as seen in the photo were scavenged off a dead body he found in a ditch.
-Gas mask he picked up at a close-by fire station, also where he found his hatchet.
-Durable snow boots, this was one of the only items he was left with by those who double-crossed him.
-Wool socks (2 pairs)
-Dried food for rations
-Iodine tablets (4)
-Matches
-Empty water canteen
-Compass
-Bootlaces
-30L military issue backpack

Faction: (Leave blank for now)

Currency:
$15

Short History:
Dorjan was born into the New World, shortly after the bombs had dropped. His parents had been for lack of a better description, preparing for Doomsday and were more than cautious of their new environment once the bombs dropped. For the first eighteen years of his life Dorjan knew an underground bomb shelter, built by his father as his entire World. Resenting his parents for never allowing him to leave the shelter, he took it upon himself at the age of eighteen to do so. With his Father's blessing (considering Dorjan was of age), he left the East Coast, exploring the Wasteland on his way to the Wasted West.

Somewhere between the two sides of a now decimated country, Dorjan ran into a group of bandits. His naivety towards their intent and his belief in the good nature of all people led the leader of the party to take in Dorjan rather than pillage him. They offered to take him, with them to the Wasted West, get him set up with durable weapons and gear and take him in as one of their own. All was well and good. By Dorjan's twentieth birthday he had become a favorite of the leader of the particular groups of bandits and had joined in a number of raids on other bandit camps and the occasional camp or settlement of ordinary wastelanders. It had become second nature to him, the raiding and pillaging and killing, and while Dorjan had never himself killed a living person or creature, there was something about being in a raiding party that made him feel alive. More alive than he had ever felt locked away underground with his two very over protective parents.

It was at the age of twenty-three that Dorjan killed his first human being. A man, around fifty, who was only trying to protect what was his in this world. Upon a raid of a now non-existent settlement (as it was raised to the ground by Dorjan's crew), the man came at Dorjan with a crowbar as he was raiding the building. It was almost as if pure animalistic instinct drove Dorjan to pull the trigger of the Ak-47 rifle that he held pressed into his shoulder like a real soldier. The blood splatter in the small corridor went all over the walls and all over Dorjan, he can remember to this day the distinct smell of blood, a smell a lot like copper or iron that filled his nostrils. Praised by his comrades, it was this day that Dorjan got over the idea of death, and saw that killing was an act celebrated, not condemned (at least by the people he was among).

Years passed and Dorjan progressed through "ranks" at an exceptional rate, becoming brothers to many of the bandits in the gang. He saw faces come and go, but for the best part of eight years since his first kill, Dorjan remained. All until that faithful day. A particular bandit by the name of Munch had Dorjan in his bad books. It was something to do over a game of five-finger fillet and Munch was under the impression that Dorjan had cheated him out of money. One day on a raid, Munch and five of his most loyal friends, turned on Dorjan, they took his weapon from him and beat him black and blue, stripping him naked all but for his boots and underwear and leaving him for dead. Munch left the final mark by putting a bullet into Dorjan's shoulder.

Hours passed before Dorjan could bring himself to. Having never known betrayal or distrust, one could only imagine the feelings racing through his brain. It was weeks of struggle and survival after this event which brought Dorjan to the outskirts of Aurora's end, where the next chapter in his tale will begin...

EDIT: Just so we're all clear the town of Aurora's End is where the role-play will begin!

I'm eager to get going!

I didn't specify which other clothes Charlie's wearing. I'll probably go back and edit that in. I'll also add a bag.

Name: Jinayah Ifriti
Age: 10
Gender: Female
Sexuality: She's 10 and still thinks sex is gross.

Appearance: Jinny is small and skinny, and looks like an 8 year old. She has dark skin, and black hair that's sort of dry and tangled. Her eyes are deep, deep black, a product of her mutation. They seem to suck in light, but not shine it back.
Mutation(s): Jinny's eyes are very sensitive to light. In full daylight, she can be rendered blind if she ventures out without her goggles. Even on a less sunny day, she'll be squinting and in a bit of pain. But the benefit of her mutation comes at night: with the benefit of a light source as small as a flashlight, Jinny can see for several feet in front of her, as if it were a moderately sunny day. This has kept her safe, as she can move and hunt while most people are asleep. During the day, she wears a pair of covered goggles and tries to find somewhere safe to relax.
Weapon(s): Hunting Knife.
Gear: Large backpack, strips of roast rat meat, nuts, bolts and other mechanical tidbits, mini tool set, multitool (aka Swiss Army knife)

Faction: (Leave blank for now)
Currency: $10, mostly change
Short History:

That's what I've got so far. Anything that's missing besides the history?

We aren't necessarily required to have a reason to be non-mutated right?

Blast, I should have trademarked my mutation. Oh well, nightvision is awesome!

@TheDrunkTank; Of course not. You don't need to provide a reason why you don;t have a mutation, it'll be fine. I did it with my character just for my own personal clarity!

@ONL: Haha. :P Well with minor mutations like that I'd say it would be fairly common for people to end up with similar mutations. When we look at Charlie's bug arm though, not only is that a Major mutation it could also be classed as random. So it's nigh impossible we'll see a mutation of that sort (as in the same arm) on someone else. You see what I'm getting at? As an added note; yes. Night vision is pretty awesome.

Mistress Dizzy said
Name: Jinayah IfritiAge: 10Gender: FemaleSexuality: She's 10 and still thinks sex is gross.Appearance: Jinny is small and skinny, and looks like an 8 year old. She has dark skin, and black hair that's sort of dry and tangled. Her eyes are deep, deep black, a product of her mutation. They seem to suck in light, but not shine it back.Mutation(s): Jinny's eyes are very to light. In full daylight, she can be rendered blind if she ventures out without her goggles. Even on a less sunny day, she'll be squinting and in a bit of pain. But the benefit of her mutation comes at night: with the benefit of a light source as small as a flashlight, Jinny can see for several feet in front of her, as if it were a moderately sunny day. This has kept her safe, as she can move and hunt while most people are asleep. During the day, she wears a pair of covered goggles and tries to find somewhere safe to relax.(s): Hunting Knife. Gear: Large backpack, strips of roast rat meat, nuts, bolts and other mechanical tidbits, mini set, multitool (aka Swiss Army knife)Faction: (Leave blank for now)Currency: $10, mostly changeShort History: That's what I've got so far. Anything that's missing besides the history?

The CS is a little bare, I'll review it again once the short history is added. However, saying this I can't exactly say anything is missing. So I suppose the correct term would be concise, not bare.

Anyway, I'm off to work now and will be back on around 10 or 11pm GMT+0 time. Hope to see the rest of the CS' and I'll more than likely make the first IC post so you won't be waiting anymore. Until then, happy hunting!

You think I can reserve a spot? I'm tired as hell but just stumbled upon this and it looks freaking awesome, i can get my CS up around 8 tomorrow, if that's not too much trouble?

Sure! Sorry got to rush out door now.

Oh, one more thing, roughly how long ago did the bombs drop? 0.0

Name: Viktor Arkadeyevich
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: See here (less clean of course)

Mutation(s): None

Weapon(s): MP-443 Grach (One spare clip)
Brass Knuckles, Highly trained in Russian Martial Arts

Gear: Items depicted in appearance (minus the shotgun)
Gas Mask
Combat Boots
3 Day sized backpack
Spare pare of liner socks and wool socks
Bedroll
Rough 6x4 ground cloth
Flint & Steel
2- 1 liter canteens (one easily accessible, one in his pack)
Basic messkit (metal fork and cup)
Small knife used for cutting meat, kept wrapped in cloth in pack
Crude, small pump filter for when he is unable to boil water (No spare filters)

Faction: (Leave blank for now)
Currency: $26
Short History: Viktor Arkadeyevich's father served as a Spetsnaz in the Great War. When the bombs dropped on that fateful day, Viktor's father was on a mission in the States, and forever remained trapped here. He was the only survivor of his unit and cursed himself for it, often contemplating thoughts of suicide. No, he eventually decided. After a very, very dark time in his life, Viktor's father came to the realization that all of the petty squabbles of the Old World are gone, the Politburo, Capitalism, and the rest of the nonsense. All apart of a world that no longer exists. Viktor's father moved on to make something of himself in this New World, Russian or not. He wandered the wastes as a Lone Wolf and gun for hire, often facing discrimination at first, but later proving himself with his skills and becoming highly respected among the people he encountered. Several years after adopting this lifestyle, Viktor's father eventually encountered a woman who became his mother, but also never met, having died from the childbirth.

Viktor was raised solely by his father, who took great care of him, because even the Russian Bear has a soft spot for children. Luckily for Viktor, he resembled much more of his father than mother, both inside and out. The pair settled down in a settlement in the midwest. The settlement was not as heavily affected by the bombs as most parts of the country, to the point where the settlers were able to cultivate small and crude gardens. Viktor was not raised soft, when he reached the age to walk his father began training him in the art of combat and survival in this New World. Him, along with several others were educated in English and math by a teacher who managed to survive the torching of the world. Viktor's father personally taught him Russian well enough to get by if he ever needed it. When Viktor reached his early teens, his father began taking him on the occasional scavenging trip, giving him firsthand experience of the dangers of the waste.

Alas, all good things come to an end, and when Viktor was 20, his father eventually came to pass simply from natural causes, one of the more peaceful deaths in the Wastes (his living to that point was a testament as to how tough of a son of a bitch he really was). Viktor inherited his father's legacy among the settlement, and while he took it with honor, he wanted to explore the wastes as his father had done and create his own legacy. He set off in the wastes with a rocky start, and continued on in his journey, never becoming truly successful. After two years of traveling, scavenging, and being a gun for hire when the situation arose, his journey led him to the settlement of Aurora's End.

Viktor adopted his father's philosophy of government, and how it only leads to destruction; political differences being the main reason they were in the situation they are in now. Viktor carries his beliefs with him strongly but subtly, always playing a role of some sort or another when making personal or important choices. He turned out one of the better educated of the first generation in the New World (in more ways than one), and acts as such. Viktor carries with him a strong and very obvious Russian accent with him, something foreign to a lot of the First Generation. With Russians being widely disregarded several years after the war, only the folks who survived the bombs were able to hold any sort of discrimination.

Just for fun, not related to my character but sort of relevant to RP

Name: Flint White
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Appearance:

(Without the rifle)

Mutation(s): none
Weapon(s):


Gear: gas mask, water canteen, lighter, small first aid kit, 3 cans of food, flathead screwdriver.

Faction: (Leave blank for now)

Currency: $25

Short History: Flint lived his early life underground happily living off the rations that had been kept in the shelter with his family. One day a group of bandits found the hatch and came in. Enslaving his family as he escaped. He lived a tough life but soon learned that he needed to stay on his own to survive, take what you can and give nothing back. He lives day to day surviving the best way he can finally making his way to Auroras end.

Hey, so can we get some idea about entrance protocol for this settlement, I ain't got no passport? and what the 'main gate' if there is one looks like, I'm planning on arriving as we get started is all?

@TheDrunkTank: The bombs would have dropped roughly 30-35 years ago to fit in with the histories of the characters there, okay? In terms of a timeline that's still relatively young being 30 years after considering the Nuclear Fallout and such. Also, CS accepted upon getting that short history!

@solamelike: Accepted.

@TheyMostlyComeAtNight: Sure thing man. The main entrance to Aurora's End is a bus blocking the road between two quick-built scrap and tyre walls. The bus doesn't move to let you in as the tank is empty and the engine is shot. Instead, they open the doors of the bus and you walk through to the back and into the settlement out another door okay? Militia guard the bus area, not very well armed but you'll have a few hunting rifles pointing at you and they're all well used to newcomers. If you want you can include the town sheriff greeting you. I'll make the first IC post hopefully before I sleep tonight.

Time for my dinner then I'm going to make that post. Just a note guys, is role-plays like this I find that realism is key!

Amen to that.

So I can't have a jetpack?
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Jokes Jokes
Please don't murder me XD

solamelike said
So I can't have a jetpack?.....Jokes Jokes Please don't murder me XD

(*drops knife as i am about to plunge it into his heart)

Okay guys, the first IC post is up. Let's do this!