[CHAR] Metro 2037

[Treue]

Allistair

Name: Allistair Corbyn Vernon

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 76 kg

Equipment:

Messenger Bag

A canvas and leather bag with adjustable straps and brass buckles, 42×12×34cm in dimensions. Its multiple pockets make it easy to sort the objects held within, while the adjustable straps allow the bag to be cinched, reducing noise from the contents.

Blindshot

A small shotgun created by Allistair, made by welding steel sheets together to house hand forged internals. Currently this weapon has no magazine, and as such only holds one shell before needing to be reloaded. Being made with upgrades in mind, Allistair's Blindshot has the capability to be a very versatile shotgun.

Power Unit

Contained within a 7.62mm NATO ammo box, this rechargeable battery unit is what Allistair uses for all his electrical needs on the go. Its output is variable, maxing out at 100w, and from a full charge it can operate at max output up to an hour. Four switches makes it a rudimentary system: The left upper switch is a Lamb Subminiature SPDT ON-OFF-ON Switch, it determines whether the battery is connected to the charger (down), isolated (center), or to the load (up). Both switches on the right are disabled until this switch toggles up. Left bottom switch links to the analog meter, which operates both as a battery meter and the adjustable output reader. Right upper switch engages the variable power supply, right lower switch is battery direct output, connecting to the board mount fuse holder. Left connectors are the charging input, right connectors are output. Multiple wires and adapters are held in the container as well, allowing for a versatility in connection options.

Universal Charger

Utilizing the handle from a staple gun to turn a ratcheting crank, this charger spins up a small motor to produce an electrical charge. It can be attached to nearly any electrical device, provided connection points are accessible. Allistair most commonly uses it to refill his power unit in the field.

HID Torch

A compact torch created by Allistair, which he wears attached to his right shoulder. Created by disassembling a xenon torch and placing the bulb and lens components in a sturdy, slim box, this torch offers Allistair a maximum of 8500 lumens at 85w. A power cord is connected to the housing in place of an integral battery, allowing the torch to be hooked to Allistair's power unit. Different lenses can be swapped to alter the torch's throw.

Trench Lighter

Made from the brass of bullet casings, Allistair's lighter has sentimental value to him. He has carried it with him for nearly twenty years, and considers it a good luck charm at this point.

Lighter Refill Bottle

This bottle is just a simple .50 cal casing, with the primer removed and having been replaced with welded in brass. The casing holds enough fluid for five refills of Allistair's lighter, and uses a simple rubber stopper to hold the fluid.

Fairbairn Sykes 1st Pattern

A knife passed down in Allistair's family, which he wields proudly. The knife was left in Allistair's home during the evacuation, forcing Allistair to retrieve it when he was finally able to make a trip to the surface years later.

Osprey Canteen

An 850ml canteen with NATO drinking hose, capable of being fitted to compatible gas masks for hydration while wearing the mask.
(85%)

Scott General Service Repirator

Allistair's most recent gas mask, standard issue to the British military since 2010. Comes standard with NATO compatible drinking hose attachment, and has been retrofitted with NATO compatible threading for the left side filter. This allows Allistair to make use of any filters he might find, making survival just that much easier.

Canned Dog Food ×1 (75%)

Shotgun Shells ×11

NATO Filters ×3

MGR ×12

Personality:
Having lived in the Tube since the age of thirteen, Allistair has grown accustomed to life underground and doesn't let it get him down. He remains optimistic despite challenging obstacles, and enjoys making the most of each day. Part of this is allowing himself to indulge in a variety of intoxicants, which had led to a few addictions over his life. Now alcohol is his closest friend, though he enjoys making new ones in this rough life.

Backstory:
In the beginning, Allistair had a very regular life. As a child he wanted for nothing, always having his family to provide for him. He attended public schools, getting an education just as any other child would. After school Allistair often walked about London, enjoying the atmosphere of his home as he wandered the streets. By nightfall he was always safe in his house, warm beneath the roof his parents provided. This changed at the age of thirteen, when the city of London declared an emergency evacuation to the tunnels of the Tube.

Allistair's family managed to make it safely into the underground, though this was only the start of a very rough life to come. Originally, Westminster maintained order throughout the Tube, ensuring the safety of the people. This changed quickly however, as the Lords and the Commons seceded from Westminster in 2015, only two years after the people moved into the tunnels. Unfortunately for Alistair and his family, the station in which they lived now was outside the established borders of any of the big three factions, meaning there was very little protection against unsavory sorts. It wasn't long before tragedy struck, and at the age of sixteen, Allistair's home station was taken over by bandits.

While his family ensured his escape, they were unable to safely leave the station themselves. Allistair worried what would become of them, though knew that it was not safe to stay and wait. He ran through the tunnels away from his home station of Covent Garden, toward the nearest station, the Leicester Square interchange. He informed the local authorities lf what happened, who then sent a scouting party out to investigate. By the time the party arrived however, Covent Garden was a mere graveyard. The bandits had come and gone, taking some hostage and killing those who put up a fight. Among the corpses were Allistair's family, amd with this knowledge Allistair continued his life, now orphaned.

From this point on Allistair needed to provide for himself, and began taking on odd jobs for anyone who would pay. He made a decent living this way, and his wandering lifestyle allowed him to explore a large amount of the Tube. Eventually Allistair decided to make a trip to the surface, figuring enough time had passed to be able to at least spend small amounts of time there. He visited his old home first, out of nostalgia, where he found the old knife which had been passed through his family. This was only the first of multiple explorations of the much changed surface, all such expeditions yeilding their own rewards.

As he aged, Allistair learned much about the tunnels, encountering things most people would be extremely reluctant to even consider a possibility. What many knew only as ghost stories, Allistair had experienced as reality. Along with the supernatural, Allistair had his fair share of run ins with packs of mutants and bandits, through which he learned the rules of survival around hostiles. His life continued on, and despite trying to avoid it, trouble always managed to find him. Because of this, Allistair is slightly jaded to unfortunate situations, though he still continues his journeys through the Tube despite this, helping those he can as he travels.

[Starlance]

Ewan Faulkner

Appearance

Name: Ewan Faulkner

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 70 kg

Armament & Equipment

• "Scrapheap"

  A crossbow he made in his spare time, initially just stave off boredom. Ewan used a 105 cm long aluminum pipe (Φ50 mm, 5 mm wall) as the body. A pair of modified leaf springs from a light trailer, with several leaves removed to achieve the desired stiffness, is attached to the front, each spring driving its respective bowstring (6 mm Terylene string). As such, the Scrapheap can loose two bolts before it has to be reloaded. A charging handle, made out of a steel rod (Φ17 mm) looped over the main body, is used for priming both springs at once Priming is made easier by a series of pulleys that reduce the necessary force. Both projectiles have to be loaded individually by hand. The iron sights are marked with tritium paint for use in dark areas. Each bowstring is released by its respective trigger in a manner similar to a double-barrelled shotgun. A 10 mm polyester rope is looped through the stock and a hole in the front grip, making a poor man’s two-point sling.
• 14 bolts - The projectiles are 13 cm pieces of steel pipe (Φ7 mm) hammered down on one end to form a point, with three stabilisers on the other end. The back end is marked with the same green tritium paint as the sights to make recovery easier. Anything that will fit into the barrels can be used as a projectile, though to a lesser effect.
• L3A1 Bayonet.
• Headlamp.
• Hand charger - small, crank-powered alternator useful for charging small batteries, though it takes time.
• Backpack - 70 liters, 5 pockets.
• Tools - A wide array of tools for mechanical and even basic electrical work.
• General Service Respirator - A piece of his kit he wisely held onto when the bombs fell, and technically speaking stole when he left the service.
• Filters - Two in the mask plus two spare.
• Geiger counter - Simple machine he and one of his mates put together. Only alerts the user to presence of ionizing radiation and general intensity. Indication is done through a seven segment display and vibrations, but no sound.
• Ear plugs - Army issue hearing protection.
• MGR (5.56x45 mm (20), 9x19 mm (10))

Personality: Ewan’s generally a friendly fellow with no brain-to-mouth filter and a vast collection of pre- and post-war jokes, albeit with a low tolerance of hopeless optimists. But when things go to the dogs, his inner bitter cynic shows. Ewan doesn’t see a reason to plan more than one or two dozen hours ahead, as there is no guarantee he’ll be alive at the end of the day. He loves stories, true or fictional, and will rarely say no to a request to tell or listen to one. He’s also fond of, though not particularly good at, card games.

History: Ewan, an unexceptional kid from Stirling, enlisted in the army at the age of 16. He served as a Challenger 2 driver between 2010 and 2013, even spending eight months in Germany shortly before the war. When the tensions grew even higher, his unit was recalled to Britain and on that fateful day, had arrived to London. Someone somewhere up the administrative food chain screwed up and he and his comrades got to London a full day before the train carrying their tanks was due to arrive. Although he didn’t know it yet, this SNAFU was one of the two things that would save his life. While waiting for their equipment to catch up, Ewan and his crew took the tube to a pub, and as they were getting out at Stockwell station, Ewan stopped to tie his shoe lace, telling his mates to go ahead and he’d catch up. He never had the chance to do so.

As a member of the British Armed Forces at the time, Ewan made his way to the Westminster station to make contact with whatever might have survived from his superiors or the government, hoping to figure out what to do from there. Survivors from the parliament were trying to keep things in check with the help of a few dozen troops that had been assigned to guard the houses of parliament, an effort he joined and stayed part of even after the government fell apart.

Having spent a few years serving on a tank, he knew his way around engines and other machines, so he quickly found something to do in the Tube. Due to his infantry training being long ago and largely forgotten, Ewan continued to serve the Westminster administration in a technical role, maintaining station equipment and leading a team of trainee technicians for a few months. When the radiation levels decreased to survivable levels, he took part in a few surface salvage operations in areas previously secured by scouts. During those trips, he found most of the materials that would become the Scrapheap over the next years.

He left the Westminster administration in 2030. Instead he started offering his services as a freelance mechanic, travelling between Westminster-held as well as the peaceful neighboring stations. Having never left the relative safety if the circle line, Ewan’s combat experience remains quite limited.

Trivia:

• Voiced by Paul McGillion (Carson Beckett, Stargate: Atlantis)

Edit (11/05/2019 17:14): Added 30 MGR.

[Athol]

[Withdrawn]

[datadogie]

Molly Fox

Molly Fox

24 | 5’4 | 116 lbs

“I’m pretty, you’re ugly, but we can both shoot guns, and that’s what makes us dangerous.”

Equipment:

Lupus (Shotgun) - A shotgun hand made by Molly herself, and her main weapon of choice. If something is far enough away, she could just sneak around it. It’s when they’re close that they’re a problem, which is why she opts for a closer ranged weapon.

Backpack - A backpack able to fit a variety of things into it’s four different compartments.

Flashlight - A flashlight that is capable of… Well, take a guess. It is able to be connected to a charger to refill the battery. It can also be shoulder mounted.

Hand-cranked charger - It’s all in the name, a battery with a crank that allows for charging of the battery, which can be plugged into an electrical device to recharge it or give it a bit of a jolt. The battery, when fully charged, can serve as a weapon to jolt them with electricity.

Water Canteen - A water canteen for, you know, holding water (not limited to water, other liquid products are available for use in this canteen). It can hold up to one liter.

British Army General Service Respirator Gas Mask - A mask that is capable of helping Molly traverse CBRN environments such as the nuclear wasteland outside, or contaminated areas of the underground. Also serves as good face protection, but the risk of a breakage in the visor makes that too much of a risk unless necessary.

Stab Vest / Utility Vest - A vest that is capable of taking a stab from a knife (no guarantees about the blunt force, however), and has pockets for storing bits and pieces.

Combat Knife - Great when close, can even be hidden in a boot. Great when far - damn, just threw it off a cliff.

Dirk - Always gotta have something of value to remember that there still is value out there. The dirk still makes Molly think of her Scottish heritage.

Miscellaneous - Molly carries with her a horde of thirty shotgun shells, twenty of which are inside of her backpack and unreachable immediately, as well as two filters for her mask. She will carry no less than six cans of various foods ranging from beans to peaches for food and trade, as well as a can opener to get into them. Molly also has a few tripwires and small bells that she uses whenever she is setting up camp, to make simple alarm systems. She also carries twelve 5.56mm MGR in a partially-filled half-cut magazine that she uses as a ‘wallet’.

Personality:

For Molly, it’s survival for herself before anyone else. Someone who is causing her problems is someone who is going to very quickly drop down in her respect books, perhaps to the point where she will walk away and allow that person to catch up, or not, on their own. While she sees the advantages of going in a group and sometimes utilises them, she much prefers going on her own, particularly to avoid the stupidity that some people can show. One of Molly’s pet peeves is a lack of common sense.

Backstory:

Molly was born into the Metro, right there from the beginning. From what she had been told, the only reason that her parents survived is that her mother was taking the underground to go to the hospital, having broken her water early and not when she was back home in Scotland, like had been expected to be just a few weeks later. She suspected that if that week had passed and her mother had broken her water back when they were at Aberdeen, which had no Metro, she would not be around. Because of that, Molly always took her own survival and safety seriously.

She grew up in a painful and sad world in the underground, scraping up everything she needed to survive and finding some goodies along the way, as well as learning how to create her own goodies. From the age of fifteen, she was already a wanderer, a very young woman that saw the tunnels than others did. She let the tunnels consume her and became one with them, learning their paths and their nooks and crannies. They belonged to her, because she believed that while stations were safe, they were also corners, and places that could be lost at any given moment. Her status as a wanderer was what kept her safe from the various factions, as she had no affiliation with any of them and was understandably just there to live.

[Jarl Coolgruuf]

Jeremy

Steel is Golden

Name:
Jeremy, or at least that's what he has written on the piece of paper he uses to introduce himself.

Age:
Somewhere in his early 20's

Sex:
Male

Height:
5'9

Weight:
137

Appearance:
Brown hair, average height, average weight (for a post apocalypse) average face. Overall he appears pretty average save for bright and piercing green eyes.
He was born with a few (presumably) radiation induced birth defects including 12 fully functional fingers, a few extra toes, and a partially functional extra left arm half way down his ribcage he keeps tucked away under his shirt and coat. So maybe not so average.

Equipment:

> Throwing Knives (x5)
Throwing knives are never immediately lethal, but throwing 7 ounces of sharpened metal into someone's neck or arm or simply hurling it into their abdomen makes for a great distraction. Years of practice have made him incredibly precise on the level of being able to reliably hit a neck at 25 ft. He made all the throwing knives he owns as he prefers to weight them himself.

> 10” Pry Bar
Though not nearly as heavy duty as a full crowbar, it can still jimmy most locked boxes and doors given time and enough muscle while still being compact.

> Lock Picking Tools
A small pouch of funny shaped slivers of metal no bigger than a smartphone and a Phillips head screwdriver can get one into a surprising number of places assuming they know how to use them like Jeremy does.

> Ka-Bar
7 inch fighting knife with a blacked out blade and leather sheath. He greatly prefers a knife over any gun. Guns are loud, they jam, run out of ammo, it's easy to miss, and gunshots usually aren't fatal without follow up save for headshots. Knives are quiet, they never jam, don't need to be reloaded, he's never missed with this knife, and a slit throat or severed brain stem is always fatal. Despite how much he uses it, the knife remains both razor sharp and impeccably clean. Given how often it saves his life, he feels it's the least he can do in return.

> Whetstone
Living in a post nuclear holocaust wasteland doesn't mean you have an excuse to let your equipment degrade.

> Crank Flashlight
An old beaten junker that often needs to be beat to do its job. Every 1 minute of cranking gives him about 30 minutes of admittedly bright light up to 4 hours at full battery.

> Canteen
Holds water. Not much else to tell.

> Zippo
Usually works. Useful for both clearing spider scorpion webs and most fire related needs.

> Torches (×3)
He's rather proud of these little pipe, cloth, and fat amalgamations. It's just best not to ask where he gets the fat.

> Police Issue Gas Mask (filters x6)
Jeremy tries not to think about how many pieces of his gear came from people he's killed and what that says about him.

> Small Notepad and Pencil
Sometimes gestures and expressions just don't cut it especially when trying to bargain.

> 60L Military Issue Rucksack
He still feels a tad guilty about taking this from a corpse he found. Some years ago someone told him the men who used them fought for freedom and were the bravest of the brave. Jeremy thinks that's noble and hopes the man he took it from won't mind him using it.

Personality
For a mute, he's rather talkative. He greatly enjoys interacting with others, but only at arm's length. Depending on others is hard for him even for menial tasks so forget bringing other people for scavenging runs. Sure he might make more mg rounds with one or two other people to help haul and guard his back but people make mistakes and two people means twice as many mistakes. At least... that's how he feels.
Lately though he's been trying to give people more chances. He's reached the limits of what he can do on his own and besides, having more permanent friends sounds nice.

Backstory:
Jeremy was born to a pair of bandits in the northern tunnels who both died rather unceremoniously in a gun fight while attempting to rob some seemingly unassuming travelers. One of these travelers followed the sound of a crying baby back to their would be muggers' shelter and, taking pity on the child he'd just orphaned, took him back down into the metro tunnels. From there he raised the boy and taught him the means to survive down in the tunnels and the world above. Jeremy took these lessons and held them tight to his chest. Ironically his adoptive father died to pneumonia rather than bandits, faction warfare, or even mutant animals. These lessons were only the beginning as Jeremy continued to learn from others’ successes and mistakes, from their wisdom and their ignorance. He quickly developed a talent for scavenging above ground and retrieving pre-war treasures back to the markets. His years of experience have taught him how to be incredibly resourceful and given him extensive knowledge of how to survive above ground.