[CHAR] Above the Wastes - A Mad Max style RP with airships

[Athol]

Reva

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::FULL NAME::
Sam ‘Reva’ Ross

::GENDER::
Female

::AGE::
30

::PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION::
Average height and moderately built disguises the fact that she is immensely strong…though said fact isn’t as surprising once one hears what she used to do. Her hair is a short cropped mass of unremarkable brown generally kept under her cap, paired with blue-grey eyes that can be unsettlingly cold. She has an enormous collection of small scars across her body, the ‘wear-and-tear’ of her previous life; and a large one in her side, which prompted a change.
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She also sports a decent collection of tattoos;
A winged dagger
^{(Across her shoulders/down her spine)}
A banner that reads ‘Who Dares Wins’
^{(Small of her back)}
‘Hold’
^{(Across her right knuckles)}
‘Fast’
^{(Across her left knuckles)}
Screaming skull
^{(Left shoulder)}
Female Demon
^{(Left side of neck)}
Bound and gagged Angel
^{(Right side of neck)}

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::PERSONALITY::
Loud, brash and overconfident are polite ways of saying she’s full of herself, impulsive and annoying…not that she’d care. Reva intends to live life her way and to the fullest, and damnation to any who try and get in her way. On the flip side there is her more ‘predatory’ self, which tends to emerge during times of blood and fire. This Reva is a killer to the core with no remorse or morals, willing to do whatever is required.

::BACKSTORY::
She’s always been a pirate, grew up running tools for the Greasers in the engines or ammo to the Gunners; as she got older she started to do more, working her way up the ship’s hierarchy until she found her niche as a Sky-Boarder. Most ships Boarders wear heavy armour, pushing through defenders gunfire after the ships have come into contact; on the ship (the Sand Devil) Reva crewed on, they also had Sky-Boarders, a mostly female group that used catapults mounted on the top of the Sand Devil’s gas bag to launch themselves across the gap.

On blimps, they’d set charges to blow the bag open then bail, then using a line tied to their gear they jump and get pulled back aboard. The charges would blow and they’d then go sift the crash site. On dirigibles, they may use their safety lines to haul across heavier anchor lines to pin the hapless vessel, and while the crew of the victim were busy watching the Sand Devil come alongside, Reva and her cohorts would surprise them from the inside.

The Sand Devil was a D class dirigible that made a tidy pile of Dims under Capt. Dante Montana, while at the same time keeping a low enough profile that none of the big transport firms put worthwhile bounties on her. Sadly, Sand Devil’s Second-in-Command, Rudolpho deLuna wanted to ‘expand’ operations, and when the Captain said ‘no’, he staged a mutiny. Reva sided with Montana and earned a scattergun blast to her side and a trip over the railing. The only reasons she survived at all was the fact that she hit a sand dune that the ship had been skimming over, and that a scavenger crew from the port the Sand Devil had just left spotted her go over the side.

The folks at the port hadn’t know Sand Devil was a pirate vessel, if they had they probably would’ve stripped Reva of whatever she had and left her for the desert, so they brought her back and took her to the clinic. After she was back on her feet, she was put to work as a Port Guard to pay down the debt she’d incurred for the patch job.

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::DESCRIPTION::
Reva is a fighter and a killer to her core. The quickest route to a solution is a straight line, usually right though some poor bastard. She tends to be loud, profane and dismissive of those she doesn’t like or trust; quick to anger and violence if she feels slighted. Prefers to spend her free time at least a little buzzed, but would rather be drunk.

Unsurprisingly Reva is also a bit of a (MASSIVE) gun nut. While aboard the Sand Devil she blew most of her Dims on some really nice self-loaders, and had built up a personal collection that rivaled the ship’s ‘public’ armory. She’s still rather sore that all of that got stolen as well.

::SKILLS::
While sober, which she does try to be when working, she’s a decent shot with a rifle.
Fast on her feet/with her hands
Iron nerved
Has a good eye for colour and composition
Can sew very well (Still pissed her sewing machine is on Sand Devil)

::QUIRKS::
Terrified of dogs
Drinks too much
May in fact be a psychopath

::OTHER::
Like any good (ex)pirate she prefers to be well armed;
Rifle
^{(To soften up defenders before boarding)}
Scattergun
^{(Main weapon once aboard a prize)}
Pistol
^{(For the right hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Axe
^{(For the left hand, if the scattergun is not an option)}
Knife
^{(Meal preparation, interrogation and other useful tasks)}

[ResultsMayVary]

//DOCTOR SOLOMON BURROUGHS//
AKA
'Buff Solomon'
AKA
'Swolomon'

FULL NAME: Solomon Rosamond Burroughs

GENDER: Apache Attack Helicopter
Male

AGE: 59

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Standing at 6 foot 1, weighing in at 80 kilograms, tick/twitch in his left eye, increasing during times of intense focus or distress. A giant wall of domitable muscle from countless years of physical training as a poor coping mechanism.

PERSONALITY: Soft spoken, and always with a kind word, Solomon prides himself on his bed-side manner as much as he does his intelligence. Always quick with a smile, a laugh, or an inspiring quote or tale, good ol' Solomon loves to help ease the burdens that come with life of others around him. But when his increasingly prevalent memory loss is noted and he realises, tends to squirrel away and become reclusive and quiet. Hates violence with a passion.

BACKSTORY: {This will be filled in more as it comes to me} Coming from a long line of Doctors and medical personnel, Solomon was no different, and never had any interest in deviating from this track. Was largely a bookworm at first, and once he felt he was smart enough, began wandering hospital to hospital to provide his help and expertise, the only cost a meal, a drink, and a story. Has been floating around helping everyone he can ever since.

During his journey, he did settle down for one small brief moment of happiness. But after a tough and uncaring universe wrested it from him, he took to voiding his pain and emotions with exercise. This led to him becoming much larger and more muscular than many of his peers or people around him. His nickname became 'Buff Solomon' as a result, since his body shape was in such a drastic juxtaposition to his age and profession.

DESCRIPTION: An old doctor, riddled with experience, and wracked by early onset dementia. Despite his age, his hands are always steady, and his mind is always on the job at hand. His spare time is spent looking over bodily diagrams, or reading a book, or maintaining his extensive exercise regime. That is, if he hasn't found someone to sit down with and have a good talk to, or some children to regale with incredible stories.

SKILLS: High level of intelligence RE: Anatomy and medical application. A calming bedside demeanor. Ability to not shut up. An approximate knowledge on many things, owing to experience. Physically jacked with muscle, but refuses to attack anyone with it, in fear of hurting them.

QUIRKS: Often forgets small things, and occasionally bigger life events. Not hyper mobile, and requires a walking cane to get around with. Always has to carry his equipment in a suitcase, no matter how much of an inconvenience it is. Abhors violence and will never participate in it.

OTHER: Has a love of old timey music and books, likes the colour Orange, and the smell of fresh coffee.

[ClocktowerEchos]

Adept of Redemption, the Astral Missionary

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^{|| Male || The Adept of Redemption || 30's ||}

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PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Adept is a tall, lean man whose piousness radiates from him. His facial featuers are sharp, eyes are a bright, deep blue like the stars on a cold night and long hair dyed white. Although not stronger than the normal man, his stamina is something to behold, especially if a matter of faith or holy duties are involved. He many not be able to swing a hammer the fastest, but he will keep swinning the hammer longer after anyone else has already given up. Scars, burns and other marks of penitence and self flagellation cover his body with their owner proudly boasting them as blessed markings.

He wears elaborate, flowing white robes with yellow trim, a gift from his mentor when he was tasked to commune with the heavens and preach to the masses as a missionary. His tall, white hat easily catches the sun in such a way that its impossible to miss or ignore him. While his robes have gotten dirty, they are always expertly taken care for by their owner. Under his robes, a light, breathable cotton armor similar to that worn by Aztec warriors from the World That Was. A pair of brass cuffs protect his forearms.

PERSONALITY:

To understand Adept, you must understand the creed that the cult he is a devotee of, the Celestial Order. It is one of love, mercy, kindness and the complete eradication of those unworthy who have no room in their hearts for the Star God. Most of these people are raiders and pirates and other lowlife with normal superstitious wastelanders simply being potential converts. However those who preach another deity are the truest of heretics and must be converted before being burned for their sins of heresy.

A true zealous firebrand, Adept readily gave up his old name and took on the title of Adept of Redemption, studying and learning under the Prophet of Redemption. His belief is unwavering, his will is steel and his mind is fearless, Adept sees his mission as holy and seeks out to convert as many to the embrace of the Star God as he can with his powerful voice. He follows the holy book of the cult, the Solar Canon, as holy writ and takes great joy in giving sermons and converting others, even if most just find him annoying.

However, his zeal and devotion does give him some qualities that many crews and captains admire which grants Adept some leeway in his more religious tendencies. Like many of his cult, Adept lives an ascetic life and is more than happy to sleep in cargo holds, armories or even just on deck so long as he has somewhere to put his cult icon. In addition, his work ethic is highly reminiscent of the Protestant Work Ethic from the World that Was, able to work long hours with little rest. The fact that he, like many in his order, can be nocturnal also makes him a perfect candidate for a night guard. During combat, Adept has gotten enough experience with guns to be able to man deck guns at an acceptable level and is a surprisingly tough bastard in melee. Plus, while many won't admit it, some find it strangely calming or invigorating to have a fearless, loud priest shouting about how the Star God is protecting them and will smite their enemies.

BACKSTORY:

When asked about his background, Adept will simply scoff it off and state that whatever happened before joining the Celestial Order does not matter and all that matters is his new found holy purpose. Being one who actively denies his own past as caused quite a few rumors from his previous employers and coworkers. Some say he was a street urchin picked up by a cult member, some say he was born into it. Other say that he was a failed merchant, a destitute artisan or even a criminal pirate before he found the light. Regardless, even the Order itself doesn't divulge the histories of its members unless they were specifically born into it. All that is known is that he quickly took to the Order's teachings and lessons, excelling in book keeping, copying, preaching, and navigation through the use of holy celestial bodies.

What is known however is that roughly 13 years ago, the Adept of Redemption first appeared on top of a pile of tires in the middle of the market in a small town called Kynestown. Although many just assumed him to be some variation of the average preacher, the Adept had actually preached his word for several months without missing a day, a rare feat for the average street corner priest. Slowly he gained followers and turned them towards the Heavenly Fortress, the home base for the Celestial Order. Afterwards, he would be replaced by another member of the cult and he would vanish for a time.

Two years after leaving Kynestown, he arrived on a cliff side city known as Inyokerne where he would find his first position aboard an airship. Apparently he had received orders from the Prophet of Redemption to travel the skies in order to both gain new converts but also "commune with the endless void beyond". Since then he has been travelling from town to town, coming down from the heavens to spread the good word of the Star God, the Lord Solaris, the Lady Lunari and the Starbound Saints.

DESCRIPTION:

Adept is the textbook definition of an insane zealot, but a helpful insane zealot. He has served on a few ships and spent planet of times in market places trying to convert more members to the light of the Star God. He is fearless believing he has the protection of his patron and can hold his own in a melee fight. His ascetic and low maintenance cost is what gets him on many ships as he often only request a third of the pay of most other crew members so long as he may pray and preach. He tends to the spiritual well being of a ship (so he likes to think) and has a very strong work ethic that makes him ideal for tasks such as hauling and and cleaning. The fact that many of his order are also nocturnal (including him) makes Adept a perfect candidates for nightly watches. His proudest achievement was converting the Captain of a C rank ship.

SKILLS:

• Preaching and Orating
• Religious and Spiritual Matters
• Endurance
• Navigation
• Cult Connections

Equipment:

• A copy of the Celestial Order's holy text he copied himself: the Astralnomicon; the Book of Stars
• A brass disc, intricately carved by cult artisans with the symbol of the Order, the Holy Star
• A Censer styled like an old gothic lantern
• A staff with an ornament a star within a circle and a ribbon going through the circle, also has loose-hanging rings that jingle.

QUIRKS:

• Knows how to quickly start a fire (useful for burning heretics)
• Can write extremely quickly
• Mildly paranoid of "shadow heretics" and "abyssal demons", sometimes thinks he can see them from the corner of his eye
• Knows how to make the Order's secret "Golden Geleece", a strong alcoholic brew sometimes used in rituals and sometimes sold for cash
• Really, really enjoys the rushing wind while on an airship, especially at night.

[Eneui]

//Charlotte//

-FULL NAME-
Charlotte Louise Taylor

-GENDER-
Female

-AGE-
21

-PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION-
Charlotte is a tough girl to be sure, born among 5 older brothers and the only one among the 2 still living who has all their limbs, she can safely say she is a step above them. Her hair is a pale pink, though of her own design or a mutation she refuses to say. Her eyes are a light green and despite her location in a sunbaked wasteland, her skin is relatively pale.

Though she is female, it would be a mistake by anyone to consider her weak. Now the main mechanic of her father's shop, and the main source of income, Charlotte has grown used to working on large machinery alone, and often with little mechanical help as well. Years of working with heavy machinery has given Charlotte a very toned body that pairs well with her height at 6ft even. As for more hidden visuals, Charlotte once knew a tattooist who she had a brief fling with, and now has a simple black inked heart on her inner left thigh.

-PERSONALITY-
She is always down to business, especially when it comes to her work. She is never one to allow herself to be spoken over, and her temper often means that people who interrupt her often are rewarded with a broken nose or a wrench flying in their direction. Despite this, she knows when to bite her tongue, especially on things she knows nothing about.

She always looks at people when speaking, directly in the eyes if possible. She has a bad habit of chewing on things, though this is normally a bone or something durable that she knows where it came from. She can quite easily hold her liquor, but once she reaches her tipping point she becomes a very affectionate, truthful drunk. Despite growing up with so many brothers and being the general opposite of feminine, she enjoys softer things as well, namely music wherever she can find it.

-BACKSTORY-
Charlotte grew up in Scrap, a small town more than a few miles outside the protection of cities like Tolmhaven, where her entire family found business dealing with pirates and other such undesirables. Charlotte's family was lucky to have their father, as he was called the best independent mechanic a pirate could ask for, and it was that reason only that Scrap was not wiped from the map.

The youngest, Charlotte never knew many of her siblings, all but one lost to the pirates who frequented her hometown. The one she did know, Joseph, lost his legs in an accident when repairing a pirate vessel, and lost his right arm as punishment for it. She was 9 then, and it was at 9 that she began helping her old man with the work that was slowly wearing him down over the years.

Charlotte took to the work well, learning quickly and eventually forcing her old man into semi-retirement so he could take care of his crippled son. Meanwhile, Charlotte grew an edge while dealing with the pirates, quickly showing herself as one not to be messed with when she put down one pirate with a blow from her wrench when he thought to grope her, and his two friends when they took offense.

The only person outside her family that Charlotte grew close too was Vie, a tattoo artist who lived in town and grew up with Charlotte. It never grew into anymore than friendship, though not as if they both did not want more. They both realized that in a life like this, in a town like where they lived in constant fear, it was easier not to get involved, easier to simply take care of your own.

-DESCRIPTION-
Charlotte is a mechanic, she works on grounded airships owned by pirates who trust her and her father to quietly and efficiently fix their ships while their crew makes a mess of Scrap. When alone or with free time, she obsesses over her music collection or works on spare projects for pirates or the town that are not currently threatening the life of her family and town.

Charlotte herself has worked on airships ranging from ranks E - C and she one day hopes to get her hands on anything ranked A. She is a nut when it comes to airships, but has never flown herself due to a terror of heights she developed at a young age. To keep a long story short, she was kidnapped when she was 5 and dangled over the edge of an airship as ransom and never got over it.

Vie, the tattoo artist where she got her heart tattoo from, is still obsessed about her despite their mutual agreement to stay out of eachother's lives under the guise of safety, though Charlotte would be lying if she said she did not think about Vie either.

-SKILLS-
Near photographic memory

Makes a decent Potato soup

Heavy Drinker

Quick learner

-QUIRKS-
Heavy Drinker

Anger issues

Dislikes talking about romance

-Equipment-

Webley Mk IV .38 Revolver

-Obtained-
Her father's gun, he insists she carry it with her

-Info-
Four tally marks along the barrel

Fires .38 S&W

Charlotte only carries two clips on her at any given time, and normally can only afford having three clips worth.

[Letter Bee]

Sarah Steel

FULL NAME: Sarah Steel

GENDER: Female.

AGE: 30

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Despite being thirty years of age, Sarah Steel's wealth allows her to afford the various treatments that allow her to look five years younger; a signal of financial privilege in these bad times. With silky-smooth skin and long, flowing hair, as well as a surprisingly strong body, Sarah is a vision of loveliness further enhanced by a sharp gaze. She moves with a confident, almost arrogant set of movements, with full knowledge that she rouses jealousy in others by doing so...

PERSONALITY: Sarah Steel lives for one thing: The survival of her family, which for now is the same as the survival of her company. A stern and forceful businesswoman, she can be ruthless if she has to, but knows when to compromise when it gets her something. As befits her profession as a weapons manufacturer, she is interested in the latest technology that can be used for small arms and light artillery, as well as any new tech that can lead to a rise in trade. For trade, to Sarah, brings money, and money brings power, power that will allow her to sustain her family...

BACKSTORY: Sarah Steel was born to a gunsmith and his merchant wife, who were well-to-do citizens of Urbanesc, one of Tolmhaven's rival cities. An unusually strong woman even when young, Sarah became the hope of her family when her parents were only able to concieve daugthers, five in all in addition to her. And so Sarah was well-educated in both the crafting, the use, and the sale of guns, along with other subjects vital to a businesswoman who aspired to the upper class. All the while, her parents lifted their business up to new heights, banding with other gunsmiths and merchants to form the Gunmakers' Guild of Urbanesc.

Then, her parents were killed in an explosives accident, leaving her with a small fortune... And five sisters that needed to be cared for. So Sarah focused her energies on expanding her parents' business and her fortune, while at the same time making sure to spend some time with her silings. She also began travelling abroad more and more, going from city to city via airship in order to arrange business deals. All the while, part of her yearns for security, security that would allow her to spend more time with her family. But alas, that seems like a pipe dream, unless some unusual opportunity comes...

DESCRIPTION: Beautiful lady weapons manufacturer/merchant who runs an expanding business. Has five sisters. Well-educated and knows how to use her own guns.

SKILLS: Sarah has been taught how to shoot, maintain, and manufacture guns, as well as the arts of barganining and commerce. She can also act like a proper lady if needed, albeit with some hardness in her manner. Basically, anything that has to do with making money and acting like an upper-class person, she is probably good at.

QUIRKS: Despite her strength and use of guns, Sarah's combat effectiveness is limited; she hasn't killed a person before. She also tends to try and throw money at everything, assuming that would get her what she wants. She also can't cook, can't maintain airships, and is bad at anything that requires manual labor except maintaining and crafting guns.

[Chronosity]

Hider

Full name: Booker Verne

Gender: male

Age: 19

Physical description: about 6’1, 180 pounds. Lanky, with a curling shock of red hair that he tries desperately to hide. His Hands are permanently dyed black, fingernails bitten to nubs. Wears a tool belt, common mechanic garb and most notoriously, an ancient gas mask that provides a filter and protection from the elements for his eyes and face.

Personality: enthusiastic energetic, without even a hint of Pessimism. Booker takes most things in stride and has such an optimist viewpoint most see him as a total lunatic. That being said, when in stressful or dangerous situations flashes of anger or annoyance can break through his positive facade at times.

Backstory: Booker H. Verne was born in the crumbling town of Skyhook, a quirky town in of itself. Most of the towns and villages had fled with the onset of large and frequent earthquakes, shaking the humble valley to its core. However skyhook adapted, and with that adaption came the progression that gave the town its name. Without any stable land for docks, mechanics and engineers were forced to become dangerous “flyers” hovering with cables next to airships and conducting speedy repairs on the exterior of the blimps. Booker was raised for the job and his obsession with any and all flying ships made him a perfect fit. Though he was perfectly happy with his work, a time came when he realized that his skills could preform better in the middle of the action, skill set which few other competing mechanics could offer. And so he set out with nothing but his suspension cords, shotgun and a pocketful of dit to seek his fortune.

Description: booker is an extremely enthusiastic and supportive mechanic, over eager to preform the most dangerous and risky jobs without even a second thought. His unique skill set gives him an advantage over most engineers, a fact that he enjoys to no end. He is rarely serious and prefers to keep things light, though in the heat of battle he can become short tempered.

Skills: Booker can make general repairs to the hull or other exterior systems of a blimp, usually during battle or flight. Generally he gets along quite well with people, especially when doing the suicidal jobs that no one else wants to or can do. He is extremely well balanced and capable when scaling the hull of a ship, and is proficient with short range combat like shotguns and blunt weaponry.

Quirks: some people find Booker to be off putting due to his positive mindset, and he absolutely hates being disturbed on given advice while working. He is a bit too liberal with the use of his shotgun, and is notorious for discovering he is fresh out of shells DURING a heated battle.

Other: he carries with him a tool belt filled with all of the necessary items and other such mechanic tools, a rucksack of cool scavenge he collects and finds, and his double barrel shotgun, dubbed “slickback”. Although Booker always has the gas mask around his neck, he will rarely have it on unless in battle or making repairs.