[CHAR] Devil's Runners

CURRENT RUNNERS:
Ashur "Loki" Lean - 6slyboy6
Rue "Newt" Oxton - The Heretic
Klaus "Speed" Tallen - BubblegumQueen
Sidney "Boomer" Cornell - SilverDawn
John "Teach" Louis - Liotrent
Kian "Deadeye" Dresden - Inertia
Russel "Doc" Rudolf - Thecrash20
Vadri Al - Tala Avana
Liam "Grim" Carter - Eodwyn Aether
Konstantin "Flamel" Prohászka - BurningCold

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"Loki"

Ashur "Loki" Lean

"In life many things can bring pleasure, but none of them matters without pain."

NAME

Ashur Lean

NICKNAME

Loki

AGE

27

APPEARANCE

She might have the soul of a demon, but she definetly has the body of an angel. She has a very pretty when not wearing a mask, whilst her body is perfectly proportioned. However her small breasts do irritate her. Loki is a sucker for fashion and neat looks. She usually wears flexible clothing suitable for parkpir and stealth in a black colors. A glove and a hood is a must have for anyone who grew up in the slums ans Loki doesn't break this rule. She enjoys wearing shoes with high heels, and generally everything fancy, as long as it doesn't stop her from doing parkour. Her hair is always tied up into a ponytail behind her, and often made into deadlocks so it won't end up getting stuck in objects. Thought makeup is hard to come by in the desolate wastelands of Enoh, she has a well hidden stash of these beauty products.

PERSONALITY

• Psychopath: Loki enjoys pain and derives pleasure from it, and she fuels her fierce bloodlust and anger with every hit taken. But the only thing Loki enjoys more than feeling pain is the chance to cause pain to someone else. She will often dawdle and desecrate the bodies of her victims.
• Arrogant: Loki looks down on others and generally treats everyone else like trash.
• Confident: There is nothing that can deter Loki from a mission, not even the prospect of danger and possible death. She is overly confident in her abilities, party to her makeshift immunity to pain.
• Protective: Loki may by a psychopath deep down, but she takes care to distance her constant lust for blood from the runners. To her the only good thing left in the world is the people close to her that she can call a makeshift family, and she will go to any lengths to protect them. She also has some soft left inside her heart, which she only reveals to those really close to her.

BIOGRAPHY

Loki grew up in the slums. Her house was in an area of constant riots and maffia actions, so she began to learn the way of a criminal very fast. She was bullied a lot in school, and she dropped out of it when she was 10. From that point on she started to dislike humans for their petty behaviour and respected only the law of the jungle. She would go on to steal, cheat and fight her way through life. On a fateful day, she broke into the house of an old martial arts expert who disarmed her took her in for the night. Loki decided to stay with the old man and help him with his errands, in exchange to be teached in martial arts. This second chapter of her life is the source of all the good memories of that keep her soft side alive. For several years she was with the old man, and she became an expert at self-defence and hand-to-hand combat, and she also learned to use a handful of melee weapons.

However nothing good can last forever, and Loki had to learn this the hard way. During a trip to the shop, the Mafia paid a visit to his sensei and put an end to the old man. Loki still doesn't know to this day what motivation the maffia had to kill her master. What she do knows is the number of heads she took for the death of a single individual close to her. When she arrived back at the house, and found the thugs of the maffia carrying the dead body of her master, she went into a crazed fury and killed at least a dozen people before getting knocked out by several tazer batons.

When she woke up she was inside a dark chamber, cahined to the wall. In fornt of her stood the queenpin of the maffia, who was impressed by her skills and pretty face. She wanted her as a per that she can show off, but all good pets must be trained first. As such, months and months of rigorous torture was the daily life of Loki. In the dank chamber she had time to rethink the way she looked at life. She came to hate humans even more than before, and developed a psychopathic uninterest in other's wellbeing. The constant pain altered her mind, and she started to derive pleasure from beatings. As long as she felt anger, she could endure even the most brutal of tortures. But the trotures had another purpose as well: she was the perfect testbed for illegal body augments and implants. Her skin was almost entirely changed to a synthetic one that resisted electricity, and her retinas were replaced with artifical lenses for better sight. By the time she was released from captivity, she was barely a human anymore with most of her body modified heavely.

When she was released, the maffia expected her to be a valuable asset. Little did they know that even thought the broke Loki, they only made her into a more dangerous foe. She strangled the queenpin to death, and killed most her advisors and leaders. After dismantling the maffia with her actions, she had to run from the killsquads. However, she was not entirely free in her new life, as her constant thirst for blood kept her borderline insane. She became a mercilles killer who tortured her victims before killing them. Her targets included the wealthy and the poor, and all who were affiliated with the mafia feared the woman who could feel no pain or mercy.

PROS

• Bionic Implants: Loki is augmented with a handful of quality of life upgrades and combat enchantements. Her skin is electricity resistant, whilst her eyes are ecnhanced to see better in darkness. She can also release a massive dose of adrenaline with an implant of hers, giving her insane strenght and endurance for a short period. Having to maintain these implants, she has learned how to repair and and install them.
• Martial Arts Expert: Loki has had a lot of time to learn to fight, and she is one of the best fighters on Enoh. Be it a weapon or her bare hand, he can easely beat up most enemies.
• Agile: Loki is extremely agile, and she can perfrom impressive acrobatic feats.

CONS

• Bionic Wear: Loki's implants put a serious stress on her body. Whilst she may not feel the effects of it during action, she suffers from many disorders in the meantime. Her adrenaline rush gives her a short boost in physical capabilities, but after the effect ends she becomes practically useless, as it makes her insnaley nauseous and gives her extreme mood swings.
• Lack of Ranged Skills: Loki never used a gun, and she always wanted to staw away from them. She has zero skills with them, and it isn't likely she could operate one even if her life depended on it.
• Thrillseeker: Loki's reasoning goes out the window if there is a chance to do something extreme, her inner self craving for excitement and clouding her judgement.

HABITS

• Bloodthirst: Loki suffers from mental disorders, and she is prone to violent outbursts. Pain is an addiction to her, but she is not completely immune to it's effect. Normally Loki isn't different from anyone else, but as she gets angrier and takes more damage, she becomes practically immune to pain. She is constantly on the lookout for causing pain to someone or something else, which has the same pain releiveing effect on her. Going too long without killing anyithing will cause serious mental defects in her, and make Loki prone to attacking anyone on sight.
• Graffiti: She may not look like some random vandal, but Loki has a few cans of paint with her all the time. Growing up on the streets, she pursued this urban artform since childhood, and she won't let some apocalypse stop her. Her art is unusually colorful for her normal attitude and preferences, suggesting some hidden layer of childishness within her.
• Body-Perfection: Ever since she was heavely modified with implants, Loki pursues to perfect her body. Replacing broken implants is one of her main priorities, and she often seeks out during nighttime to look for artifacts. This nightly routine is accompanied with a maniacal workout routine that she tries to keep a secret from the others to avoid scaring them them. Loki will often push herself to the limits of passing out, simply because she doesn't feel the pain.

EQUIPMENT

• TWO PIECE GAS MASK: Loki's gas mask is composed of two separate pieces: the lower mask that protects her lungs from toxicity, and the Goggles that protect the still organic parts of her eye.
• IMPLANTS: Almost every part of Loki is augmented in some ways, and listing it here would be too long.
• EEL SUIT: A flexible overall suit that can be used while parkouring, this suit provides almost no protection and can be worn under all the other clothing items. The main function is to protect the user from harmful effects of an EMP, required for Loki to keep her implants functioning in the radiaton bombarde wasteland.
• DUAL KAMAS: A kama is a small one handed weapon that resembles a schyte. They inflict deep woounds, and like paper, they rip skin instead of perfectly cutting. There is no question to why Loki never leaves her pair at home.

RELATIONSHIPS

Speed: Ah Klaus, how can I forget my first runner. His overprotective nature makes me want to break his nose sometimes, but he is close to my heart as an old memeber of this little family. Darn good shot with that stupid bow of his, and he is the only person that can keep up with me in terms of speed. But if he scratches one more furniture in the base I will throw him in the pits and watch him get eaten by rats.

Newt: Huh, you mean that irritating chipmunk? I'd gut her every time she starts to annoy me, but she sure livens up this moody company. Gotta give it to her, maybe she is a chipmunk, but her use of the grapple and sniper make her a valuable asset. As much pleasure as I would find from throwing her out, I would lose a valuable asset by doing so.

Teach: I gotta admit, I've gotten to like Louis. He doesn't talk over me, and he doesn't make dumb questions. I can always rely on him fact-checking the others in my place. He might be a moody old manm but he is a serene angel when it comes to tinkering. If not for him, half my implants wouldn't be working now.

Boomer: I'm aware that the lad doesn't like me, but I can't not admire her bravery. She is tougher than most men I have met in my life, and I admire her love for explosions. But her tendency to ruin things back at home has become upsetting, and I am seriously thinking about locking away all the explosives and blunt weapons.

Deadeye: Argh, how should I put this? In today's world, one can't run around with a crossbow! This guy is out of his mind! Sure, he is a good shot with it, but his obsession with that outdated and ineffective weapon is driving me crazy. I swear to god, I might break that thing myself to save time.

Sigh...but I do like the guy. He's a real charmer and I cannot help but feel connected with someone who knows the same pain of an eye surgery. I just hope he doesn't get killed with that optimistic attitude and medieval weapon.

Doc: Mr Mistery, the very own doctor of our group. Having our own medic is a luxury, but I'd rather go without a mumbling old man with shaking hands. But he patched up my skin more times than I can remember, and I am grateful for that. I don't think I ever talked to him outside the surgeries and the field assignements, but I don't think he minds.

Vadri: Still wary of her. She fit in so well, but I feel like she may be too simple to fit into a group of mishaps like a Runner group. I also don't mind having a military gal, but you never know it with these guys, especially since she is from offworld. And she doesn't seem too keen on sharing why she came here either. I still keep an eye on her every move, and I wouldn't hesitate to give her the boot if something comes up, I just don't trust her.

Grim: I don't know what to think about Liam. I can relate to how he feels about strangers and family, but I don't know how much he thinks about the group as a family. On top of that, his drinking habits are costly and destructive, something that I cannot easely tolerate. If the shelter ever smells like piss and vomit again when I come back, I will string him up above the Pit for the night.

Flamel: Konstantin is a weird one. He constantly smells of chemicals and injects junk into his body, but him and I find the same pleasure in carnage. If you get past his twitchy nature, you could view him as a lesser version of me. Okay, that may be an overstatement, but I think you get the point. Out of all the people here who do stupid shit, I tolerate his the most for some reason.

[BubblegumQueen]

”Speed”

^{“There's no need to repeat yourself. I ignored you just fine the last time.”}

Want a better look? WARNING: He's not as mean as he looks

He's very tall at about 6'3 and he has a very thick and quite muscular build but not TOO MUCH. Yet, he can be an imposing presence when you add in the tattoos and hair. But, he's really a big softie.

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The Basics

Name: Klaus Tallen
Nickname: Speed
Age: 25

Personal Bits

Personality Traits:
> Imaginative, as he's able to come up with lots of ideas for designs and such. While he may not be the most intelligent in regards to science or something, he is a very talented individual in regards to art or being able to come up with Out-Of-The-Box ideas.
> Protective. Despite his outward appearance, he does care a lot about those around him. (Mama bear-esc, if you will.)
> Observant. He is very aware of his surroundings and the people around him. He picks up on things.
> Daring. He doesn't really care much for norms and tends to go along with everything usually. But, he really isn't afraid to say what he wants or do what he wants.
> Curious. He is actually a very curious person and he finds people fascinating so he enjoys just hanging around the others and just seeing what they're up to.

Background:
A lot of it is known only to Klaus. However, he has been open about a few things in regards to his past.

He'd always been a loner, preferring to watch others from afar rather than join in and actually socialize. Because of this, he doesn't have many social skills. He'd always had an interest in parkour and was always a fast runner, gaining the nickname of “Speed” from the few friends he did have. He'd taught himself how to use a bow back when he was just a teenager. At first, it was to impress a girl BUT it ended up turning into a passion of his.

And then, after the crisis and after everything went to shit, he realized he had to become a protector. After all, at this point, he had a family to take care of. (Wife and a baby girl.) So, he became obsessed with learning as he practiced mild self defense on the side but focused primarily on his bow and on his parkour skills. But, after some tragedy he doesn't like to talk about, he was able to expand that desire to protect into a much broader range. And thus, he became a part of Devil's Runners.

More Character Stuff!

Pros:
✩ Faster Runner: He is naturally a very fast runner, fastest around you could say. He's able to run for a long time and not get tired, a useful skill in case you need to run and parkour somewhere to escape.
✩ Sharpshooter: Even if he may have no experience with a gun, he has PLENTY with a bow and arrow. While it could be considered primitive by some idiots, he's actually very good with it. With a sharp eye, he has no issue shooting some from [Insert-Awesome-Distance] feet away. Besides, he isn't really the confrontational type unless he has to be.

Quirks:
➷ Eh?: Apart from his bow and arrows AND the swiss army knife he keeps on him, he has no training in any other weapon. Sure, it may not seem like a big deal BUT, if you're in the middle of a battle and you run out of arrows and no one's close enough to tackle and stab... well... Klaus is kinda out of luck and is as good as fucked.

➷ Social Stuff Sucks: Due to his very socially awkward nature most of his life, he hasn't really learned how to communicate with people. And no, being able to tell someone what they did for the last 5 hours based off of their shoes is not a good start to a conversation these days. Honestly, it's a miracle he managed to even HAVE a wife. But, yeah. He can't lie for shit and can swindle... nobody.

Habits:
❧ Smoking: Yeah, Klaus is an avid smoker. Most of the time you see him, he has a cigarette in his hand in fact. Sure, he has enough decency to put it away when around those who don't like it BUT it's still a thing of his you should be aware of.
❧ Boredom: He gets bored very easily and when he gets bored? He tends to draw on stuff. Carving, painting, drawing, etc. I mean, he's pretty good at it if we're being honest here BUT he still can't control his hands whenever he has nothing to do. There's a reason there's so many carvings and sprawled out art everywhere the group goes. Most likely, it's from Klaus.

Equipment:
❁ Gas Mask. Standard. Everyone has it.
❁ Pack of cigarettes. Typically placed in his pocket for convenient use.
❁ Golden lighter. Either for cigarettes or in case fire is needed to help detonate something. And he likes fire, of course.
❁ Bow & Arrows. An upgraded compound bow and 2 quivers, both holding 30 arrows, all used by Klaus himself.
❁ Swiss Army Knife. While he may not be the BEST close-combat fighter, he can hold his own for a bit and has little issue playing dirty to get ahead in a fight like that.
❁ Flask. Tends to keep a flask on the inside of his jacket. Inside of it? Whiskey. He doesn't drink often BUT it's basically the Apocalypse. Alcohol is kind of the thing, ya know?

Relationships:
✩ Liam: "Liam? Uh, he's a pretty cool guy. I mean, of course, we spend most of our time either drinking or reading together in silence but... it's nice... he's just... a really cool guy."

✩ Flamel: "Flamel... he's an interesting guy... I mean, I know you'd think we may not get along that well but... he's interesting and I know he's got my back. What else do I really ask for in this case?"

✩ Deadeye: "Kian? Ah, Kian. I know I've been called... protective. Heh, I think it's kind of my 'Dad' instincts sticking around and all that... But Kian? I don't know. We both get along well and are able to bond over a multitude of things. Mostly our weapons. But... he's fascinating... and kind... And optimistic... it's a rarity these days, you see... And I want him to stay that way for as long as I can... easy."

✩ Newt: "Ah, Newt? She's uh... haha... she's interesting, to say the least. Wonderful on field and a force to be reckoned with. Outside of it? Well... she likes pushing buttons, specifically mine. Good thing I'm not a hot-head or else... well... this might've been a very different entry. But she's a good girl... I like her."

✩ Loki: “Ah, she is quite fascinating. Unpredictable and intriguing yet quite arrogant. Of course it's interesting to see her in action but I do feel concern over her. Confidence is all well and good but... too much can be dangerous. I keep an eye on her. She actually reminds me of someone... from my past, of course.”

✩ Teach: “Teach? I actually have a bit of a soft spot for the older man. He reminds me of my father... you know, before everything went to shit? He's probably one of the only people in our group that I don't have to worry about to much, even though I still do... I respect him.”

✩ Boomer: “Boomer? Uh... haha... she's... something, isn't she? I don't know, she's very skilled in battle and she even makes a pretty good leader. I respect her quite a bit, I'd say.”

✩ Doc: “He's actually a really big help, I'd say. He reminds me of some of the characters from old games I used to play with my siblings. Every group needs a healer. Even if he isn't the best, I know that I'd probably be dead without him. Hell, we'd all be dead without him. I mean... I'm sure me putting a band aid on it won't stop a bullet wound, you understand?”

✩ Vadri: “Even though we don't talk very much, I appreciate her. She's sort of the 'Voice of Reason' amongst us. She's very patient and calm with a good head on her shoulders.”

[The Heretic]

"Newt"

_{ʀ ᴜ ᴇ ᴏ x ᴛ ᴏ ɴ}

^{" ɴ ᴇ ᴡ ᴛ "}

^{"Shh. The grown-ups are talking."}

Name: Rue Oxton
Nickname: Newt
Age: 19, presumably.

Appearance: Armoured

Newt's armour is light enough for ease of movement yet provides ample protection from the elements by shrouding her entire form. A beaten, greyed leather jacket is worn over a light undershirt, decorated with pockets and extra loops and made heavier by her satchel which hooks onto her waist. Her arms are almost always doubly protected by an elbow-length pair of slim-fitting leather gloves, well-worn and scorched in several places by loose chemicals. A fabric shawl is often worn as both a cloak and hood, offering warmth and subtlety even in the most terrible of places.

Newt's prowess in stealth and mobility demands for good quality footwear. As such, she is kitted with a pair of knee-length, softened boots, secured firmly against her calves with cloth wrap and plated at the knees with padded metal for gentle landings. Her harness, secured around her chest, allows for her sniper rifle and dart gun to be secured in an 'X-like' fashion on her back.

Appearance: True

On the few occasions where she is out of her armour, Newt is seen to be a short, almost frail looking individual, standing at a height of around 5'3. She is more sickly in appearance than her athleticism would suggest, and the stark paleness of her skin pays her no favours in this regard. Her copper hair is generally unkempt and cut roughly at her shoulders, often pulled back into a loose hairtie. A pair of wide, pale blue eyes are set into her features, and are the trademark of Newt's slightly eerie habit of prolonged staring. A scar, appearing to be the result of a rope burn, paints its way across her stomach.

When clad in her leathers and gear, Newt becomes remarkably androgynous in appearance, and it is not uncommon for her to be mistaken for a young boy by strangers.

Personality:

► Distrusting A newly gained trait. Newt is twitchy and cautious around strangers, though she is slowly getting over her recent trauma.
► Dependable Newt is a remarkable support and can easily be relied on from afar during expeditions. Rarely misses a shot.
► Often Anxious When off-duty, it seems as though over-excitement often gets the better of her, and she can get quite giddy in anticipation.
► Childish Despite her teenage years drawing to a close, Newt has not matured well and fuels her humour through mocking others and causing general mischief. All in good heart, of course.

Background: Newt, appropriately nicknamed after her slippery nature, was projected into the new world after a childhood spent surrounded by chemistry. With her extensive knowledge of chemicals and an affinity for trouble-making, it is only natural that Newt fell into the talent of mixing toxins; a skill she is now renowned for among her peers. Whilst Newt is certainly no leader, her position as support is irreplaceable; providing long-range cover with a rifle, dart-gun, and deadly accuracy. However, whilst covert expeditions are Newt's speciality, a recent incident where she had been caught has left her with an altered, slightly shaken personality. The new scar across her stomach is the only sign of her brief imprisonment; a story she otherwise refuses to tell.

Rue Oxton was born into a middle-class environment, surrounded by friends and general comfort. She suffered the loss of her mother pre-apocalypse, and thus spent a lot of time with her father in his pharmaceutical workplace. Over time, Rue grew to know and adore chemistry just as her father did, and eventually enrolled in her first year of medical studies. However, Rue's apparent fearlessness and experimental desire resulted in accident after accident, and was probably the reason why her father's hair had greyed so early.

Following the disaster, Rue was picked up by a dubious, trailer-faring group called the Cookery. Needless to say, it wasn't food that they prepared in this cookery, and Rue had earned herself a good standard of living within the new world through her poison sales and sketchy "pain relief." Despite her new day-job, substance abuse wasn't really Rue's thing, and she turned far away from her own chems. It was understandable - anyone would run for the hills if they knew what in the world she was using to mix these things.

The Cookery was eventually caught up to by a group of vigilantes, who took pity on Rue after she lied about her age, claiming to be four years younger than reality. They kept her around out of obligation, and turned her old abseiling hobby into the far more potent skill of grappling. Becoming little more than an errand-girl, Rue's true name would fade and she would eventually be known only as "Newt" - the slimy little git with a dart gun. Though, it seemed the vigilante group were fools in outfitting the little Newt, for they awoke one morning to find the little blighter - and half of their supplies - missing. Heavens only knew how she found herself among the Devil's runners.

Pros:

► Chemist Given the correct ingredients, Newt is able to mix an array of poisons, sleep toxins, and reactive gases.
► Stealth As well as being light-footed, Newt is able to use a grappling hook effectively, enabling her to position herself in awkward and otherwise unforeseeable sniping positions.

Quirks:

► Close-Combat Given her general size, Newt struggles with shaking off aggressors who are able to close a distance.
► Thalassophobia Newt has an unspoken fear of deep water. It is unclear as to whether she can swim or not.

Habits:

► Tinkering Newt has a slightly annoying habit of touching everything. Whilst it seems like innocent curiosity, she has broken things more times than she can count. It's best to keep valuable trinkets well out of her reach.

Equipment:

► Gas Mask Standard protective gear.
► Flask Satchel A leather satchel worn around the waist, altered for carrying separate flasks.
► Grappling Hook Signature gear. A gas-propelled hook, used to crawl into all those awkward nooks.
► Dart Gun Primary weapon used to effectively apply poisons and sleep toxins.
► Modified Dragunov SUV High calliber, silenced sniper rifle. Viewed as a last resort.
► Tear Gas Grenades Tactical grenades filled with her own, irritant elixir. A useful means of escape or engage.

Impressions:

Loki: "A walking pressure mine. Oh, how every bone in my body longs for me to throw something at her. But... Ah... I'm not the biggest fan of pain. Yes, even I know when to keep my distance."

Speed: "He's quiet. Doesn't respond much. Heaven knows I've tried a lot of things to shake him up, but he's a real Saint. I wouldn't change a thing about his tone though; It's nice to have a little pat on the back sometimes, I guess."

Boomer: "She frightens me a little. I prefer to keep out of her way, but... Er, do you think she'd blow up if I poked her with a stick? Literally?"

Teach: "Good old pops. A real miserable old tosser, but a very dear ally who keeps my head screwed on. Don't reckon he appreciates my antics much, but no matter how much I make that scowling brow twitch, he's always around to tell me what's what. He's also real handy on the occasions when my grapple seizes up."

Deadeye: "I like the crossbow man. Don't think he takes much from me, but I like his positivity on the field. I think about hooking him up with some toxins from time to time, but I suppose crossbow bolts are potent enough on their own."

Doc: "I'm a bit wary of the Doctor. He mumbles to himself sometimes and he trembles like he's been diving into my chems. I... Don't think some of us would be here without him, though."

Vadri: "Is it safe to say she's normal? Speaking to her... It's almost like nothing bad ever happened. I trust her judgement generally, and don't give her too much of a hard time. Where's the fun in riling up an average temper?"

Grim: "A real negative Nancy. Mister Anti-Fun. I like to make a real obvious point of when I have to wean myself into tiny hidey holes; I can almost hear his goosebumps."

Flamel: "Mad chemist's been throwing acid since I first met him. Probably licked a fair bit of it, too. He's undeniably fun to work with and we can make some real fancy potions when we sit down and think about it, but I like to often remind him that I get first picks on the chem scavenges."

[Liotrent]

'Teach'

JOHN LOUIS

“Teach”

MOTTO

"Teach people valuable lessons about life, mostly how not to catch a bullet to the head and how not to be a dumbass."

Appearance

Suited up

Note I'm working on getting a better image than this, but it serves its purpose.

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Out of his suit

DISCLAIMER: I do not own either image, all credits belong to the artists.

John stands at a tall 6'3, he's pretty ripped due to the amount of mechanical work he does and his constant ventures out into the wastes, he's pretty well groomed and likes to keep his looks rugged and worn, other than that, he's basically like any other forty year old man.

Age:

0 41

Personality:

0 Cautious and Careful
-He likes to take his time, make sure everything is just right.
0 Reserved and Attentive
-He doesn’t talk much, he only talks when he needs to, but he is listening.
0 Truthful, Heavy-Handed, and untactful
-When there’s a problem, he’ll tell it to you straight, no beating around the bush.
0 Irritable, grumpy, easily annoyed
-The dude’s forty one year’s old, just cause he’s reserved doesn’t mean he’s always calm.
0 A Harsh but practical Realist
-He may be a realist and realistically speaking everything is bleak, but he’s reasonable enough to see that it ain’t over yet.

Background:

The old man was an teacher on Engineering and physics, explaining everything from Electrical circuits, batteries, structural Engineering, architecture, all the way to Nuclear physics; he was able to survive from the application of this knowledge and the books that were left abandoned near his place of work which he gathered while evacuating into a safer zone as the entire city he was in was close enough to the edge of the affected area that it was considered a risk.

He was of course decontaminated and quarantined to observe for any ill-effects; thankfully John didn’t show any signs of radiation poisoning, since then he has been trying to improve life for people in his settlement, even going as far as making his own ‘wasteland kit’ for going out into the wastes and scavenging it for anything useful. Because of this, John has more than once encountered dangerous mutants and raiders, he made his own weapons to defend himself and actively hunt problematic denizens of the wastes.

This led him to take on new skills and lessons from the wastes considering that he could’ve died on numerous occasions, he was resourceful enough to stay on his feet and was still fit enough to move around easily, seeing as he kept himself in shape using his own exercise equipment. Eventually, he was hired to do a job that was supposed to kill him but he came back, rumors spread and people started asking things of him, and just like that, he was a merc, he still taught in the settlements trying to keep education alive, it was understandable no one could really afford to be in any type of school at that point, so he did what he could with the books that he had, he even tried to learn chemistry, but he could not understand it to a point where he could apply it, but at the end of the day he was still a Merc and eventually a Devil’s Runner.

Pros

0 Resourceful Craftsman
-If he’s got time and resources, he could make something for you and you could bet your ass it’d work.
0 Fast Learner
-Something that took a normal person days to learn could only take him hours to learn and do proficiently.
0 Meticulous Perfectionism
-Want something done right the first time? He’s the guy you call, he’ll work until everything feels juuust right.

Quirks & Cons

0 Too silent for the dead
-He never talks until he needs to talk, he doesn’t waste precious breath on stupid shit.
0 Mr. Irritable
-When he does talk, it’s often to tell you to shut the hell up or to stop being completely stupid.
0 Anti-Social, Grizzled Veteran
-He’s seen some really fucked up shit happen in the wastes, probably why he doesn’t talk or get close to anybody.

Habits:

0 Reading books
-The Old man is an avid reader of the literary works, from philosophy to fiction, ironic that this is one of the situations that happened in a Sci-fi novel he read.
0 Pacing
-When he’s thinking, nervous, anxious, or even excited about something he instinctively paces; his mood can be determined by the way he paces around and around, over and over.

Equipment

0 Gas Mask.
-Part of the kit.
0 Pneumatic Sniper Rifle
-Fires 15mm steel balls, mag-fed, requires pumping, Scoped 4x zoom, very powerful when the air tank is at full pressure.

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Image Reference from Metro 2033, Tihar, Pneumatic weapons.

0 Homemade Knife
-The Knife is a lot like a machete or a cleaver.
0 Carry pouches
-To carry all his equipment and rations.
0 Tool Kit
-What kind of Engineering and Physics professor doesn't have their own tools?
0 Pistol
-A regular 9mm Plinker, nothing special about this. Useful in tight situations, in fact best side arm he owns until he can find a new one or make his own.

Relations

0 LOKI
- At first I was stunned just how resilient she was with pain, definitely not something one should take likely. You get clipped often in the Wastes and having that ability is the difference between life and death.

I'm still not too sure about her though especially with her psychopathic tendencies, but as long as she's level with us, I have no problems with it.

0 SPEED
- If there was one thing that put me off when I met Klaus it would definitely be how Klaus looked outside his gear. Though my compunctions were quickly quashed as I listened and observed his actions, he's a nice enough guy and he reminds me of one of my student when I was a teacher.

There was this one student that would always show up with a leather jacket, mohawk, earings, and all that. But he would always always get the answers right when I asked him something, even if it seemed like he wasn't listening. And that's what mattered, "don't matter how ya look, do your job I'll do mine" I thought, and that was especially true now.

0 NEWT
- One of the few I came to care about, even if she was as annoying as a fucking rat taking your boot and eating it. Rue reminded me of many of my younger students with her size and personality. She really hit a soft spot in my old heart. I was completely remiss about how that little kid could make chemical concoctions on her own and the fact that she carried weapons like the rest of us. She was a lot like me when I was younger, so why the hell would I care about that... Well minus the weapons, but hard times require such tools.

No, the real problems started happening when she started annoying the shit out of me, but damn it! I. JUST. CAN'T. GET. MAD. AT. HER! she drives me half insane, but I guess we were all like that once upon a time.

0 BOOMER
- Ah yes, Sidney AKA Boomer, the moment I heard the name I knew that it was gonna be trouble. I respect her engineering skills and ordnance handling, there's no doubt that she's an expert, however! I can stand to attest that she is the most reckless human being that I have ever met; her thrill seeking almost gets her killed half the time and the craziest thing about it is... SHE RELISHES IN IT. I cannot even begin to say where I have problems with this.

But I'm too old to tell her off on that shit! God knows I've tried. She's at least doing her job, even though she could get herself killed.

0 DEADEYE
- If shooting from a distance was a talent, I'd have to say that the man's a prodigy. Trajectory physics alone is difficult and this guy... This guy can do it in his head in a matter of seconds, it's amazing.

Kian's a pretty optimistic soul and sometimes I feel bad for shooting down his optimism with hard truth, but he understands why and he takes the bad with the good. A pretty strong spirit if you ask me.

He's a nice guy but what really struck me about his appearance was his eyes. I asked him about it, he just gave me a glare. I realized pretty quick that it was a touchy subject.

0 DOC
- Good ol' Russel, though he ain't old. He's the medic, a little shaky on the delivery when being shot at, but would you really care if your life was on the line?

He has a realistic view I appreciate that, but I'd say the same realistic view on his overconfidence. He's a smart guy, he thinks outside the box. A bit of a germaphobe and in all honesty I'd rather have a clean medic with clean surgical tools than one that would put rusty blades into me.

0 Vadri Al
- Ex Military, gotta say, I'm glad someone around here keeps themselves in shape, constant target practice during down time, clean equipment, and respectful. I like her, she's nice, loyal, and dependable. Who wouldn't want someone like that on their team? Though after noticing a pattern in her routine she can get quite predictable.

That would be pretty bad if that also translated into combat especially when dealing with Raiders we've dealt with before.

0 GRIM
- Liam, his indifference made him quite difficult to communicate with. But I saw past that, can't say it was easy but I tried. No man can be indifferent when the entire world is falling apart. I can tell with how he interacts with the others, he's not such a bad guy.

He's pretty pessimistic to a point where even I would draw the line, if things aren't that bad I'd tell you, ol' Grim would tell you that we're all gonna die. But other than that, I don't have many problems with him, he's a solid fighter and tactician those two traits alone make him dependable in hard situation.

0 FLAMEL
- Just when I thought I met the craziest of the gang when I met Ashur, then Konstantin shows up. The guy is a junkie who's afraid of the god damned sun! He's always anxious and fidgety it unnerves me whenever I'm in combat and that's saying something.

Though, I can't say that my own Realistic views on things are quite cheery, perhaps this is what I get for being too realistic. But in any case, the guy hasn't done anything to piss me off and he's nice enough to the others. That's good in my books. Keep to yourself and I'll keep to mine.

[OwO]

"Boomer"

Sidney Cornell

"I do two things 'round here. Shoot shit and blow shit up. Sometimes both to the same shit."

Name: Sidney Cornell

Nickname: Boomer

Age: 33

Appearance:

Her Face

Standing at 5'11", Sidney is rather tall. She is rather clean, compared to others. She even bleached her hair. Her entire body is covered in burn, shrapnel, and chemical scars, an experience that her face had been lucky enough to escape.

Personality:
└Destructive - Sidney has problems keeping things in working order. She really likes to destroy stuff.
└People Person - Oddly enough, Sidney has the social skills of a functional adult. She can, if need be, act as a leader. Though, telling the person who handles all of the explosives to go make a plan is bound to end in chaos.
└Thrill-seeking - Sidney revels in chaos and lives for danger. She has no qualms putting her life on the line for some action. Granted, this is a prerequisite for her line of work.
└Brash - Just like her true love, Sidney is loud and overbearing. She yells frequently, constantly breaks things, and has a rather inflated ego.

Background:
└The Legion
Sidney was born and raised with them. A large group of mercenaries who had decided that order was needed on Enoh. They had created a sanctuary to protect the weak from bandits. Sidney, the daughter of two mercenaries, was taught to be a soldier for the Legion at a young age. She gained a knowledge of explosives and all of the training a child could get. Up until she was twenty, everything was fine. She occasionally fought, but she was never in grave danger.

That was until the Legion began to split.

Political disharmony began to churn the Legion. Some factions wanted one thing, others wanted the exact opposite. Soon, a full on war was raged. In the end, it didn't matter what side of the Legions you were on - it was all destroyed. Luckily, Sidney had escaped the Legion before the entire place exploded on itself. She brought along what little equipment she could carry, and began to wander.

It didn't take long for someone with explosive skills to become a mercenary. Sidney usually worked alone. She could take care of herself. After a while, she gained quite a reputation. Eventually, she met with another mercenary group - the Devil's Runners. After "accidentally" blowing up the bandits they were meant to deal with, she was invited to join them; she did.

Pros:
└Pointman - Sidney is a natural lead in combat. A mixture of her quick-thinking, good shooting, explosives, and willingness to hit the frontlines make her the perfect candidate to lead a charge.
└Combat Sapper - Trained to be a combat engineer, Sidney can blow practically anything up. Her "engineering" doesn't end there - she can dig holes, weld objects, and even create explosives.

Quirks:
└Fine line - As a great man once said, there's a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Sidney's fearlessness makes her unable to think of any sort of consequence to her actions.
└Sniper > Shotgun > Rifle - Sidney doesn't actually have any sort of way to deal with being attacked from a distance. She could throw explosives at them, but she isn't a combat pitcher.
└Heavy - Thanks to the sheer amount of equipment she brings, Sidney isn't exactly a good runner. She has the endurance, just not the speed.

Habits:
└Explosive Hobbyist - Sidney has a tendency to... blow things up. If there's something in pristine condition, she will (without a doubt) destroy it.

Equipment:
└ASC Helmet - Designed to block shrapnel, the ASC Helmet acts as a gas mask and protects the user from shrapnel, heat, and just about any things that you can throw at it. While it can't take a bullet head-on, it can deal with glancing blows rather easily.
└Anti-Explosive Combat Armour - It does a good job at blocking shrapnel and heat, but still allows for unrestricted movement. Perfect for a sapper to use.
└HCAP Shotgun - High capacity and all purpose, the HCAP allows for the usage of all shotgun rounds - be it HE, AP, Salt, or regular rounds.
└Shotgun Rounds - Sidney carries a lot with her. She has mostly armour piercing and regular rounds, but she does have some high explosive, salt, and dragon's breath rounds. The last one is being saved for a special occasion, however.
└HE charge - Practically bricks of pure explosive energy, HE charges are the Sidney's lifeblood. Note that they don't have any sort of shrapnel attached to them, so as long as someone is behind something, they'd be fine. Probably.
└Dual combat shovels - When one hole ain't enough. Great for everything, really. From shoveling to paddling to even cutting food, Sidney uses them for everything.
└Engineering Kit - Filled with fuses, detonator caps, wiring, miniature blowtorch, and countless other odds and ends, it's the perfect tool for engineers.

Relationships:
Loki - "That girl just ain't right. Still respect her, though. Anyone who doesn't bring a gun on a field is either missing a few lobes or absolutely psychotic. Probably both."

Speed - "I want to blow up his art."

Newt - "Nice girl, I guess. I don't like snipers, though. They can eat a dick."

Teach - "We're not so different, him and I. He has his books and I have my bricks of plasteel explosives. Could do with him being less of an ass, though."

Deadeye - "I hate snipers. Eatus dickus."

Doc - "I wouldn't trust him with putting a band-aid on a paper cut. Thus, I do not get injured."

Vadri - "Oddly enough, I'm surprised that we're the only rational people in this gang. Well, me more or less. I'd follow her in combat any day."

Grim - "I don't like him. He doesn't even react when I blow shit up. He ain't fun."

Flamel - "Oh boy, let's just give an unhinged addict a bag of dangerous chemicals and tell him to go nuts. Yea, I don't really like him."

[Inertia]

Deadeye

"Deadeye"



^{"Right between the eyes."}

Name: Kian Dresden
Nickname: Deadeye
Age: 22

Appearance:

Kian always dons his winter coat over his shoulders. Much like above he adores that flimsy thing for some reason. Underneath his mask is a smooth jawline'd face, some called it good looks, and others haven't, who knows. His most stand out feature are his darkset, sharp orange eyes that seem to pierce right through you. His left eye has a scar that runs down from his eyebrow to his cheekbones, this is also his augmented eye which glows a dull white when in use, he tends to keep this eye closed when he has no need for it. Otherwise his other features that make him standout is his relatively pale complexion, complemented by his stark white hair.

A trademark he always has on him is his short navy blue scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. The rest of his apparel is relatively normal, loose jeans for sprinting and tight upper clothes with a bullet vest.

Personality:

⌘ Unwavering Optimism: Kien is one of the few optimist left in this desolate world. He somehow finds the silver lining, a different perspective when bad things occur, no matter how grim. He would be the guy that says an empty glass is just "waiting to be filled." A smile is always usually plastered against his pale complexion. This is a double edged sword at times, usually making him look more naive than others.
⌘ Battle Trance: When the situation turns bad/serious, he dons an almost apathetic facade. His voice loses its usual happy go-lucky attitude and becomes cold and deep. He talks alot less, only talking if key information needs to be communicated. His eyes also becomes half-lidded, allowing Kien to focus all of his attention onto the mission at hand.
⌘ Mediator: Verbal spats tend to occur around the 'Devil's Runners', Kian would be the first at the scene to try and deescalate the situation. Even if it doesn't always work he still tries, if he didn't who would.
⌘ Knowledgeable: Kian tends to read anything tangible he can get his hands on, as such he has accumulated alot of knowledge both useful and trivial. This can help him in his personal customization of his weapons/armour.

Background:

Kien was born to parents who adored the ways of the past. Be it from old tales of the older century, of knights, samurai, vikings, they were absolutely rapt in these ancient stories. In an age of technological advance where everyone quickly forgoed the past, they stuck to it like tree sap. This fascination even extended to weaponry of old, katanas, rapiers, and especially the crossbow. Kien in particular had a liking towards the crossbow.

Kien's parents were both excellent marksmen, being able to hit targets from an extremely impressive distance. However it wouldn't be a stretch to call Kien a prodigy, he was soon able to surpass his parents and rose above and beyond what any kid should have. For some peculiar reason the symbol of the goat was always present, logo on his sleeves and crossbow.

It wasn't until that incident that Kien would be forced to up the antsy of his masterful use of the crossbow. He survived the destruction of Enoh, and with his own eyes witnessed his own parents demise infront of him during the initial panic, his parents last breaths pleaded with him not to blame himself and live on happily. This was a dark time for Kien, he fell into a put of self loathing and apathy. In this period he took less then savory jobs. It took him near a decade of self-discovery to process and internalize his parents final wish for him, in present he tries to atone for this in his own ways, and trying to help individuals as much as he could. During this period he hones his skill near to mastery.

A few months have passed, and whilst doing some oddjobs he had a run in with the Devil Runners and somehow was able to impress them with his own marksmanship, and would eventually joined them. He joined as their eyes, and cover during missions.

Pros:

⌘ Eye transplant: After the incident with his parents Kien was surgically implanted with an artificial left eye. With this eye he's able to see wide and far distances easily, allowing him to provide invaluable reconnaissance for his team. It also helps augment his already superb marksmanship. This eye glows a dull white when in usage.
⌘ Marksmanship: His most noteworthy skill is his marksmanship, he had earned the name 'Deadeye', and has pinpoint accuracy on his crossbow, and to some degree his AUG aswell. The runners tend to depend on him as their cover when running missions.
⌘ Close-Mid Quarters Combat: He's no stranger to a close-mid range battle, particularly when his location had been compromised. He's not on the same level of his other teammates but he is able to fend off an odd pursuer or two if time calls for it. He has personally received a few lessons on CQC from Loki.

Quirks:

⌘ Naivety: His optimism sometimes clouds his judgement, he can make odd calls here and there when he feels pity for the enemy (particularly if they're human). He chooses to see good in alot of people when time and time again this has proven to be false. This also extends to hard calls that have to be made at times.
⌘ Touchy about his 'fake' eye: Because it reminds him of his parents untimely deaths, he closes his left eye when not in use of it. When others comment on his eye he gets uncharacteristically irritable, and wears a glare on his face. He also gets silent and defensive during this time, and after being left by himself for a few hours he can go back to his normal self.

Habits:

⌘ Collecting old relics: A habit instilled by his parents that has stuck was his odd fascination with anything relating to the time before the destruction. He goes out of his way to find relics, and usually spends a considerable amount of his personal sum to trade for them. His quarters is full of things from the past.
⌘ Bonecracking: When he needs to think of anything that he deems serious he has an unconscious nervous tick of cracking his bones like his fingers, or neck.

Equipment:

⌘ Gas Mask: [Seen in the appearance] As per the norm, Kien also carries around a gas mask for safety reasons.
⌘ Crossbow: [Reference] His most prized crossbow, lovingly named 'Ashes and Bones'
⌘ Tavor: [Reference] A small, lightweight assault rifle for when his crossbow doesn't cut it.
⌘ Bullet Proof Vest: He wears it just in case it would be for use, and it's light enough to be able to sprint in.
⌘ Army Knife: Used as a last resort alongside his CQC as a last resort in really closed quarters skirmishes.

Relations/Initial impressions:

⌘ Ashur:

"Classic Mrs Sadist, loves to inflict pain, I think. Her leadership is otherwise extremely noteworthy. I don't know how she manages everyone and make them stand in line, pretty impressive stuff. I think she's out to get me for my crossbow."

⌘ Rue:

"The youngest, and pretty much the one that stirs up the most trouble back at home. She's an interesting little thing, she's got a knack for chemistry like Flamel. I find her to be one of the hardest to get a conversation going. In mission she sings an entirely different tune, she's a great shot, and she covers you notably well."

⌘ Klaus:

"I mean I get his nickname is speed, but hearing and seeing are very two different things; needless to say, dude's fast. He's mostly a tad overprotective, kinda like a bear actually; he's kinda like the big brother I never had. Other than that we have a mutual interest towards each others weapons, the drawing weight of his bow is nothing to be scoffed at, it's impressive how he can handle it in dangerous situations. Other than that I've offered to teach him how to handle a simple handgun for emergency purposes."

⌘ Sidney:

"Sidney? She really reminds me of Ashur at times, except more exlosivey than sadist. She's pretty much the frontline when it comes to missions, and I wouldn't dispute it, the frontline is a damned harsh place but she gets the job done."

⌘ John:

"Good ol' John, he's pretty much the grizzled war vet that keeps everyone grounded. It's not always a bad thing, but he also tends to do it when good things occur; calling him a skeptic isn't too far off. His criticisms always uhhm, yeah they sting but it's the harsh truth, in these days i'd rather have the hard truth than a comforting lie cause it just might be the difference between living and dying."

⌘ Russel:

"Our very own medic, i'd be lying if I said everyone in runners hasn't visited this guy more than once. I've seen his handiwork first hand in the field, and it's not the most beautiful thing but it gets the job done even if it hurts alot in the meantime; nevertheless it's reassuring to have him present."

⌘ Vadri:

"Vadri is well adjusted all things considered. I think I can count on her to mediate if I'm not around or sleeping, or something. She's a good listener too, she almost never interrupts you when you talk and provides a good opinion at the end. Glad she has my back."

⌘ Liam:

"We get along relatively well cause' we both read, he tends to borrow a book or two from me from time to time and when time allows it we can discuss some books we liked. We do butt heads on occasion at times, but that's easily water under the bridge and we get along surprisingly well."

⌘ Konstantin:

"One of the two resident chemists in devils runners. When my eye acts up he really doesn't ask much questions aside from the general ones which is very appreciated. Flamel is dealing with everything happening as much as the next guy, and he doesn't really try to hide it so respect to that. Overall he's a good guy that has your back behind the scenes."

[Thecrash20]

Doc!

Doc

If you live, lucky you. If you die, lucky me... I get first grab at your gear.

Appearance

Armor

Under the suit

Name: Russel Rudolf

Age: 24

Personality:

~Over Confident

Russel is extremely overconfident in his abilities most of the times. Fake it until you make it!

~Cold

Doc is cold about his work. He thinks every proper medic should be. Having no problem causing pain to his patient if it means they will see another day.

~Sarcastic

Sometimes this can be a curse when dealing with the urchins of society. When he scolds at others to just rub some radioactive dirt on it, he wasn't being serious...

~Realist

Doc at times can be pessimistic on situations. He's not Pessimistic, he's a realist!

Background:
Russel was born to a pair of "wealthy" Doctors in one of the many cities before the ground was scorched by Radiation. He was home schooled by his Parents mostly in the Medical field so once he could attain a degree he wold already have to experience years ahead. He was Twenty Two when the Apocalypse occurred.

Due to his families wealth, they were able to escape underground before most people and have enough starting supplies to set up their own mini settlement. After a few months past, the settlement of well fed and supplied people were attacked by a group of feral Raiders. Every day another wave would return, causing as much damage as they could before retreating to fight another day. Eventually the Raider boss offered a deal, with the casualties they had sustained they found the need for a doctor. The Raiders promised if they give up Russel's Mother and Father, they would leave. Kidnapping his Father in his sleep, the other members of the Settlement sold their Doctor away. Hoping it would save them from certain death, but of course he Raiders didn't keep their word. They had sacked the Underground town. Capturing or killing most the inhabitants.

Some escaped, one of those being Russel. For day's he traveled through underground networks and settlements. Just trying to survive in this new world, occasionally offering his services to get a few tabs here and there. One day while traveling by cart, Russel and a pair of men were attacked by a pack of mutated rats. Russel couldn't have got luckier that day. While running away, he ran into a group of Scavengers. One of those being 'Loki'. The Mercs gunned down the pack of Rats with ease and the rest is history.

It's as if destiny had brought the group to Russel, or Russel to them. They took him in. Using his medical knowledge and skill, he quickly became a important individual. Offering his Medical skills for training in the field. Just after a Month of the Devil Runners being created he was a honorary member. Becoming one of the Best Medics they had and possibly the world. Not because he was anything special, but because he existed. Gaining the Nickname: Doc.

Pros:

~Medic

Doc, as his name implies is highly skilled as a field medic. Not like the bar is set high for current times.

~Thinker

Russel is quick to think outside the box. Sometimes coming up with the most ridiculous solutions to simple problems.

~Multitasker

Having to treat other in the middle of firefights has trained him to preform multiple tasks at once or quickly following one another. Doc has to occasionally Triage a Patient, while ducking for cover, and then quickly firing back at the enemy.

Quirks:

~Germaphobe

While he was original taught to work on a clean table, in the field he tries to keep it as clean as possible. This is usually hard to do in the field, but feels it necessary to keep his workplace and treatments sterile. This could take him longer to treat others with him maliciously cleaning his medical equipment before actually treating them. Even on his equipment, Doc is constantly wiping off dirt and blood from his body. Going as far and waste disinfection equipment to cleanse himself.

~Shaky Hands

Every great surgeon should have still hands. Sadly, Doc doesn't have this skill. His hands often shaking when dealing with stressful situations. He can get the job done, but it might not be as pretty as he'd like.

~Stingy

Not necessarily his fault, but because of the rarity of medical equipment he carries, Doc won't waste any of it. Especially if he knows they will be wasted...

Habits:

~Wondering

Doc occasionally zones out. Missing a whole sentence in the middle of conversations or forgetting to complete minor tasks that he had set himself to complete.

~Imaginary friend

Those who been with Doc long enough have seen himself constantly mumbling to himself. The inside joke is he has an imaginary friend, but in reality he occasionally just whispers prayers to whatever god that looks down on them. He isn't sure himself, but it helps him deal with stress most times.

Equipment

~Medical Gear

All of Doc's medical equipment is carried in his leather satchel usually kept to the small of his back. Anything from Gauze, IV's, Chest seals, and morphine to Band-aids, scalpels, and antibiotics. Most of these are quite rare so he sure to keep them in high regards.

~Medicine Stick

Doc's custom rifle. Made from Wood and Scrap Metal. This bolt action weapon fires a heavy caliber round and magazine fed through the side. It shoots far and hits hard to make up its slow rate of fire. Easily repaired on the field do this its simplistic design.

~Combat knife

More of a shiv, Doc carries around this foot long weapon as a means of close combat protection. He rarely gets to use it, but it's known to send a couple of sneaky Raiders to the grave.

~Advanced Gas Mask

A Mask not usually seen in the Tunnels. It's a two piece system with the actual filters are placed in a canister on the body with a tube leading to a Ballistic mask. This allows the User to breath more naturally and stay longer without having to switch out filters. It is rumored to be the premier gask mask of Special Military forces before the collapse.

~Frog Suit

An custom all whether resistant suit Built together with variety of pieces and Doc's knowledge on the human body's condition under extreme weather. With the idea of keep the user warm and still providing mobility.

[Tala Avana]

Vadri

Name: Vadri Al

Nickname: She's had a few nicknames, but most of them have been not too flattering, so she left them behind when she went to join the Devil Runners.

Age: 29

Appearance:

Personality:
People person - Vadri has always had someone there with her, from siblings to squad mates, and even now prefers to have others around her.
Open minded - Knows that not everything is black and white, and tried to see things from others view before jumping to conclusions.
Calm and controlled - The battlefield is not somewhere to lose your cool, and Vadri knows this. She keeps a level head in even the worst situations.
Listener - Vadri enjoys listening to others, no matter if it's normal talking, ranting about something they don't like or being someone to confide in.

Background: Vadri wasn't born on Enoh, instead raised light years away with her family of seven, both parents, two older brothers and a younger brother and sister. When the older brothers and herself were old enough, all three of them joined up with the planetary army as their father had, sticking close. Of the three of them, Vadri inherited their father's old M72 rifle that he had used during his army years. She was often referred to as the squads unofficial counselor. Once their time was over, Vadri went home, joining the local police and quickly being admitted into a SWAT team, putting her training to good use. Several years later, a request for aid from Enoh against the underground Mafia had her volunteering quickly. She was quickly packed up, shipped out, grouped into a squad and tossed into the fray, helping take over Mafia holdings. She was on the planet for less than a week before the Wormhole collapsed, leaving her and her team without radio in one of the deepest parts of the slums. As all order collapsed, the group decided to follow the example of a lot of other trained groups, forming their own mercenary team. Vadri stayed with them for almost an entire year, but when they decided to partner up with the new Mafia, she had had enough. Grabbing some supplies and as much ammunition as she could fit in her armor pouches, she slipped off during her perimeter patrol and made for the closest settlement with the intention of finding and joining the Devil Runners group she had heard of.

Pros: Weapons expert - Between military training, SWAT team exercises and personal time in firing ranges, she is capable of using most weaponry proficiently, preferring Assault rifles and LMGs.
Loyal - Vadri will rarely waver from her chosen course or group, staying with them long after others might have run.

Quirks: Follower - As a middle child and a soldier, she's always been one to follow orders, not give them. She has no experience at leading, nor a drive to, so she relies on others for direction.
Unfamiliar - Not having any previous knowledge of the planet, Vadri has no idea where things are or what places to avoid.
Predictable - Anyone that knows her can probably tell you what she is going to do before she even knows.

Habits: Helping out - Vadri is always doing something when she can, from helping repair something to talking to locals about what needs to be done. This goes

Equipment: Full body combat armor, the helmet has filtration, but other features are inoperable.

M72 Combat Rifle

-variable scope (2x and 4x)
-60 round magazine
-single, burst and full-auto firing modes

Combat knife

Motto: "You don't have me surrounded, I'm just in a target rich environment."

Relations!

(finally)

Ashur "Loki" Lean - Decent enough leader, a little crazy but not too much it interferes with her leadership. Can't say I'm a fan of what she does to some of the bodies though.

Rue "Newt" Oxton - Small, young and curious, she has a tendency to get her hands on everything. Initially, it seemed that she tried to annoy me, but as someone with 4 siblings, she didn't even come close. Pretty decent person to talk to though.

Klaus "Speed" Tallen - A loner, keeps to himself and his art. Which, by the way, is actually pretty good. Don't get to talk much though, so can't say much personally.

Sidney "Boomer" Cornell - Had this been in the military, I'd have tried to have her sent back to basics. She might be excellent in her field, but her habit of blowing things up is a serious concern. Outside of that, she's actually quite a nice person to talk to.

John "Teach" Louis - Ahhhh, Teach. Like my old drill sergeant, he usually opens his mouth to yell at you. Well, mostly the others, he doesn't seem to mind me too much. Still, he usually had a good reason to yell at you when he does, seeing as he seems to think a lot more clearly than most of the group.

Kian "Deadeye" Dresden - I actually wasn't sure if an optimist could have survived this long. In any case, seeing as he's not full of the usual doom-and-gloom most people on this planet is, he's quite good to talk to, and his accuracy is definitely appreciated on the field.

Russel "Doc" Rudolf - I can't say I've ever liked doctors. Even less so when they have shaky hands, seems to talk to himself whenever he's left alone and just doesn't seem like he's not all there even when working. Let's just say I'm happy about my armor.

Liam "Grim" Carter - Kinda an ass, but seems to leave me out of most of it. Not sure why, but I'm not complaining. In any case, he's good in a fight and can hold his own against most things, so I don't have any real opinion about him.

Konstantin "Flamel" Prohászka - When it comes to people, he actually is pretty decent, seems to like to keep those he likes close. Outside of that, though? Chem addict, inability to keep still, fear of the sun, obsession with blood while also avoiding fights. I try to stay nice, but I've never had the urge to take someones fingers off because they wouldn't stop tapping before him.

[Eodwyn Aether]

"Grim"

Liam "Grim" Carter

“The only thing a man truly fears is a creature who can adapt to any circumstance.”

Name: Liam Carter

Nickname: Grim

Age: 25

My Hider

Appearance: Liam stands at 5'10, with medium, black, hair. He is rarely seen without his helmet though, only taking it off when drinking or when among the gang.

Personality: Most of the time one underlying thing can be seen from anyone talking to him… indifference. No matter how many times one tries to talk to him, Liam always talks with a level of indifference that throws most people off, with some even going so far as to call him a machine, deriving no other emotion for anything except killing.

However almost all the runner’s are aware that that indifference is only for those who he doesn’t trust. When surrounded by people he thinks he can trust Liam is lighthearted, soft and kind. Although most people arent able to see past his sarcastic humor, so they assume he is usually pissed off.

Background:
Liam grew up receiving the shorter end of the stick most of his life. Growing up poor with an abusive Father and Mother, Liam spent most of his time on the streets where he began doing small jobs for any members of the mafia who were looking for runners or scouts. Slowly but surely as the years progressed Liam began doing more and more jobs for them and found he had a knack for it, especially jobs that required planning and stealth.

By the time the incident occurred, Liam had become a full blown mercenary. Moving from place to place, doing anything that would pay. From being a Hit man to a bodyguard. Liam was on the other side of the planet when the tragedy struck. While most people mourned for their losses Liam felt little sympathy for the life he had left behind. Instead he looked towards the future. As the government fell the need for mercenaries skyrocketed. And people like Liam were in high demand. And for awhile it was good. Liam's skills did not go to waste. Until one day...

It was a bad job from the start. Something smelled off about the whole thing. Yet Liam did it anyway. He, along with a few other mercs, were supposed to grab a supply drop left by a "neighboring settlement". Feeling pity for the people that begged him to retrieve it, Liam accepted the job and followed the rest of the mercs. What it actually was was a Raider ambush for Liam. Apparently he had pissed off some Mafia hotshot because of a botched job and now wanted him dead.

Liam and his group never knew what hit them. The fight lasted days. with Liam running into an abandoned cityscape, playing cat and mouse with the 25 raiders sent to kill him. Finally After 3 days Liam had thought he had finished them all... before he was aptly shot twice. leaving Him badly injured. To this day Liam does not know how he exactly survived the ordeal, but he knows that had he not been picked up by a group of mercenaries known as the Devil's Runner's, he would have been decaying in the sand along with the rest of those raiders.

After fully recovering, and realizing who exactly saved them, Liam asked if he could be part of their group. After some convincing, he was let in and rest was history.


Pros:
Stealth- over the years, Liam has prided himself on being sneaky, more so than others. Be it in a crowd of hundreds or a small room of ten, Liam can hide almost anywhere.

Tactician- Liam has always had a knack for strategy, for studying his opponent and exploring every angle of a situation before making a decision. He is well known for his ability to strategize on the fly and dispatch his target as quickly and as efficiently as possible.

Combat- Being one to always adapt to his situation, Liam has learned that he excels in short to medium ranged combat. As brutal and quick as he is, Liam is practically useless against someone too far away for his pistol and sword.

Quirks:

Asshole- Liam has been known to come off as a bit of an asshole to those who dont know him (Which means most people) and this has been the cause of many a fight.

Ruthless- Like most mercenaries, Liam's first loyalty is to the completion of the job. If it comes to it and he sees no other option, Liam has and will sacrifice innocents lives for the mission. While this rarely happens there have been cases where he has killed civilians for "The greater good" as he puts it.

Claustrophobic: Liam has a deep hatred of small places. The mere thought of really small places scares the living shit out of him.

Habits:

Reading- Liam has a obsession with reading fiction and you will find most of his free time will be spent reading a book or two.

Pessimistic- Liam is very much a glass half full type of guy (Which is how he earned the nickname grim).

Drinking- Liam is an avid drinker and if is no reading a book, can be found in a pub drinking.

Equipment:

Gas Mask/ Helmet.

Sabre

Known as "Grimace", Liam found this blade while raiding an old Kingpin's House. It is extremely durable and agile, allowing Liam to kill his target as quickly as possible.

Armour- Liam found his armour, aswell as his helmet and Sabre in a Kingpin's old Mansion.

PL-X45

Two Plasma Pistols Liam Looted off the body of a Hitman, These things are close to Liam's heart, and they almost never leave his side.

Relationships:

Ashur:

"Loki is....different. She has that look about her when the fight begins. She relishes in the combat... abit too much for my taste. But besides that she's a hell of a leader, and underneath it all I think I am starting to see a soft spot for the group.

Klaus:

"Klaus is good people. We dont really talk alot when we hang out, but to be honest I dont think we have to. Outside of that he's also one hell of a shot with that bow and arrow. I enjoy his company and like to her his crazy, out there, ideas. Good person to be around, whether in or out of combat.

Rue:

"Newt is a wee shit. Mischievous at the best and outright annoying at worst. Very childish humor. Too childish. Dependable when the time comes."

Sidney:

"Ugh... Cornell. Where can I even begin with that woman. Its not that I hate her its just... I am two very different people. I am Liam, the Man who likes drinking and reading, and I am Grim, a ruthless merc who is all for stealth and tactics. Now Liam, he doesnt mind Cornell. A tad bit too loud for his taste but he can deal with that. But Grim? Grim... disagrees with her choice of tactics (or lack thereof.). Although by now I have gotten used to it so its not that much of a deal its just... an unnecessary frustration at times.

Kian:

"I think I have abit of a soft spot for the man. I love his taste in books and we could both go on for hours talking about our books. He seems soo...young. Hes the optimist in the group definitely. His optimism and sometimes naivety threw me at first but now... He's the person I wished I could've been I think somewhere deep down. Sure we may clash at times because of our views but I doubt that will ever change our perspectives of each other.

Russel:

"Ahh the doc... Bit of a shit in my opinion, though I dont mean that in a bad way. The Bastard is good with a needle I'll give him that. Although there has been one or two times when he botched a stitching but eh for the most part he's solid. I find he tends to zone out...alot. But besides that we get along quite well.

Vadri:

"I dont really talk to Vadri much... not because I dislike her per se. Abit too predictable for my taste. leaves her open for exploitation. Luckily for her most people who would exploit her predictability end up dead before they even know whats going on. Other than that, she's okay. Always keeps a cool head no matter the situation. I like that about her.

John:

I like teach. He's a good guy, despite the attitude he has at times. He's seen shit, more so than the others. I doesn't like getting too close too people from what I can tell. THinking about it now I dont think I have ever seen him smile... not that he would have any reason to its just..something I just realized.

Konstantin:

"He gives me the creeps. He's nice enough as it is but...theres something about him. I dont talk to him much either. Hes a hell of a Chemist though I'll give him that.

[BurningCold]

"Flamel"

"Flamel"



"Do you ever wonder how much gasoline it would take to cover the entire planet in flames? I'm still working out the logistics."

Name: Konstantin Prohászka

Nickname: Flamel

Age: 22

Behind the Mask

Konstantin stands at five foot nine, on the shorter side for males, but not egregiously short. He’s a skinny fellow with a bit of tone to his body, but no significant muscle buildup.

Personality:

Ⅰ Morbid- Corpses and carnage, the thin red line that tails behind a carefully guided knife, crimson spreads over blank canvases. It’s all so… intoxicating.
Ⅱ Anxious- Everyone frets over some things… some fret over everything.
Ⅲ Compassionate- Friends are rare commodities, real friends are the most precious of gems.

Background:
Let me tell you a story… alright? I don’t ever want to do this again. So. Listen closely. Or, read, I suppose. Read closely? Right. So. It was just me and my mother at the start, before the crazy shit started to go down. Not that my whole life wasn’t full of crazy shit from the start. Here’s some context about my relationship with my mother, and my phobia. I’ve got a disease called Porphyria cutanea tarda. Basically, sunlight messes me up. Fucks up my skin. She’d tie me to a post outside during the day, if I did something she wasn’t a fan of. Yeah. I didn’t grow up in a nice part of town. Nowadays, nothing is really that nice, and towns barely exist anymore. Still, nobody looks at me funny when I walk around outside in full protective gear. Nobody tries to tie me to a post.

Anyways. Despite being a bitch of a mother, Csenge knew how to sell her shit. That shit being drugs. It’s the stupidest thing, I swear. She discovered I had a natural knack for chemistry, a genuine interest in the stuff. So she’s making this fucking kid brew her drugs for her, and then she’s selling them off as her own. That’s so nuts, isn’t it? She didn’t leave me much time to socialize with other people, or have any time to myself. We must always have a surplus available, she said. Always hovering over me. Watching me.

The drugs I could almost handle. I’m enabling addictions that already exist, I would tell myself. I’m not really hurting anyone that wouldn’t have gotten their fix elsewhere. Plus, it helps keep a roof over my head. But then, it’s not just drugs. She wants me to try making other stuff. Dangerous things. More dangerous than drugs, anyways. Higher risk, she said. Higher reward, she said. Lots of buyers. Turns out I couldn’t help myself, I was too damn good at my job. Now I won’t lie. There was always a tingle of excitement when I was working. Always a feeling of perverse curiosity. I wondered who was going to be using the product, and who would be receiving it.

I got out of that shithole eventually. Chemistry scholarship. I know, hilarious. I did my best to be a good student, maths and sciences came easy to me, and the rest was simple enough. About three good years at college before everything started going to shit. It all went weird during a break, which was convenient. I started going back to work for Csenge during long breaks after my first year. This time I was getting paid. That was how I developed an addiction to my own shit, and how she kept getting me to come back.

Well, neither of us were terribly stupid, we knew we had to get to somewhere safe. So I injected her with like five syringes of some homebrew shit she was trying to make while I was away, and made off with whatever I could carry. That’s how I survived, and how she didn’t.

Different times now. Working with the Devil’s Runners, I mostly stick to cooking up weapons, with a bit of fun stuff on the side. I share, whenever anyone asks. Not that they do. Can’t even say that here, that’d make me a bad dealer. They call me Flamel. Humor isn’t dead yet. Well, these people are alright. I’ve got no idea how I’ve stuck with them this long. No idea how long it’s going to last either.

-Me, Konstantin Prohászka, Flamel

Pros:

Ⅰ Swift and Sneaky- Silent as the grave, fast as the wind
Ⅱ Chemist- Double, double toil and trouble…
Ⅲ Pitcher’s Arm- ...something wicked this way comes

Quirks:

Ⅰ Cowardly- When faced with fight or flight, what would you do? Would you stand your ground? Would you run like hell? Why? For some people it’s a reflex. An instinct. Asking a man like that why he flees is like asking a bird why it flies.
Ⅱ Heliophobia- Some people are afraid of spiders. Some are afraid of vegetables. A flaming ball in the sky is hardly absurd.

Habits:

Ⅰ Chem Addict- Addiction isn’t so silent or insidious a killer as you might think. Some would attest that it gives them new life.
Ⅱ Fidgety- Twitch. Twitch. Tap tap tap. Shuffle. Shuffle shuffle. Tap tap. Twitch.

Equipment:

Ⅰ Gas Mask- Everyone has one. Not everyone has one like Konstantin’s. Though nothing special, it’s rigged up to administer trace amounts of a vaporous drug Konstantin dubbed “Breeze” -due to its numbing effects on brain and body, essentially allowing the consumer to “float” for a time- when needed.
Ⅱ Flare Gun- Fires signal flares. Generally useful in dark places.
Ⅲ The Fun Bag- A custom tailored satchel designed to store chemical weaponry. Corrosive acid that can eat through flesh and other delightful features that burn, maim, or otherwise dismember can be found within. Carefully padded in order to avoid any unpleasant accidents. Worn over the shoulder, also clips onto Konstantin’s coat for added security.
Ⅳ Switchblade- Good for surprise attacks and torture.
Ⅴ Waster’s Rags- A sturdy, albeit thrown together mess of cloth and leather that offers protection from the elements and mild blunt trauma, and is the only thing allowing Konstantin to be outside during daylight hours. Lots of pockets.

Relationships:

Ⅰ Loki- "Pretty girl. Mean, too, like you'd never believe. You should see her in a fight though. More beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. Her, and her art."
Ⅱ Speed- "It's nice to know that someone out there cares to watch your back. Also, not that I'd ever break my confidentiality rule... but Speed likes to try new things. We hang out sometimes."
Ⅲ Newt- "I like her more than I'd admit. Not terribly respectful, but who else am I going to talk chemistry with? Working on a project with her, it feels nice. Usually. Pretty too."
Ⅳ Teach- "I don't really think he likes me. Most times when he opens his mouth it's criticism. I don't really think I like him either."
Ⅴ Boomer- "While I commend her talent with explosives, she doesn't seem to have a high opinion of me. I can't bring myself to dislike an artist like her though. So I'll admire from the sidelines."
Ⅵ Deadeye- "He's nice. Really nice, actually. He doesn't pick on me. He doesn't treat me like I'm any more or less than what I am."
Ⅶ Doc- "I've got a lot of scars on my body. Some are from him, most are from myself. So no harm done there. You'd think that was a pun, but if I need serious treatment from him I make sure I'm high as a kite. No harm done."
Ⅷ Vadri- "It's strange that she doesn't have a nickname. I always thought it was compulsory, and then she showed up. Well, showed up and survived. I should say though, she's nice."
Ⅸ Grim- "I was there when we found him. I'm not saying I want anything bad to happen to him. I'm not. But it would have been okay to leave him where we found him. It would have been okay if I had the chance to carve him a few new wounds. I was going to, you know. I found him first. Then the others found me. Maybe Newt saw my intent. Maybe Loki. Maybe everyone else too. Not him though, thank God."