Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd] (Character Sheets)

[salamimike]

Characters
Solamelike - Flint White
ONL - Adrian Whitestone
TheDrunkTank - Viktor Lebedinsky
TheMostlyComeAtNight - Twix
Catharyn - Thalia Laurent
Wired - Jason McKeating

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Name: Flint White
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual
Appearance:

(Without the rifle)

Mutation(s): none
Weapon(s):

Colt New Service

Gear: gas mask, water canteen, lighter, small first aid kit, 3 cans of food, flathead screwdriver. All in a small leather satchel

Faction: (Leave blank for now)

Currency: $25

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

[ONL]

Name: Adrian Whitestone
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetrosexual

Appearance:
Just ignore the fact that he is well suited for the wasteland for now, he'll become a badass soon enough :P

Mutation(s): His eyes are sensitive to daylight, and therefore he always wear goggles which block out most the sunlight. An advantage is his much improved sight at night. Think Riddick.

Weapon(s): .22 Colt Revolver and bat with nails. (Just to be original, lots of knives already.)
Krag-Jørgensen Rifle;

Gear: His sun-blocking goggles, gas mask, binoculars, water canteen, pocket knife, lighter, notebook, pen and bandages.

Faction: (Leave blank for now)

Currency: 43$

Short History: Adrian spent the first ten years of his life in his family's bomb-shelter, with most of his family. Since they had little to no sources of light in their small tin-can, he grew used to the darkness, and it didn't help that all of them suffered small amounts of radiation which mutated his eyes even more. He was the lucky one though, the rest of his family slowly went mad due to a combination of isolation, darkness, and of course the radiation, so Adrian fled his only home and out into the wasteland. Blinded by the brightest light he had ever seen, a thing his parents told him was the Sun, Adrian walked for hours in near blindness until he was found by scavengers from the town of Aurora's End. And there he found a place to call home again, and starting a normal life. Though he had trouble seeing in daylight without his protective eye-wear, the town soon found use for him during night time. Now he leaves town a few days a month, scavenging and trying to find the bomb-shelter where he think his family still is.

[TheDrunkTank]

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

Appearance: [urlhttp://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8ept8Ef9c1qcw9vpo1_500.jpg]See here (less clean of course)[/url]

Mutation(s): None

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

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

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

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

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

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

[TheyMostlyComeAtNight]

Character Sheet.

Name: Twix
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Short and skinny, say 5'6 tall. Sandy brown hair kept short via regular hacking with his hunting knife, not that he's ever going to have his hat off long enough for you to get a good look anyway. well tanned skin where regularly exposed to the sun. Doesn't like having skin uncovered or being the centre of attention, he wears the equipment listed in the 'Gears' section.

(I will add a picture but the drivers for my drawy thing are on my laptop which is slow as hell and I don't have the willpower to wait 30+ minutes to load it up right now :P )

Mutation:

Stronger Muscles and so faster and stronger than looks would suggest, in return for that he has a Higher metabolism and such requires a higher calorie intake.

Weapon(s): (Start with a handgun and small melee weapon, you'll work your way up as the role-play progresses).

Browning Hi Power: 13 round magazine. 9mm.
Short Hunting knife.

Gear: (The usual, try not to overload, you'll find enough on your travels).

Well-maintained jet black gas mask.
Dull-Green Jacket-Coat
3 or 4 T-shirts Cardigans worn at same time under jacket, The top most shirt proudly displays a faded Twix logo.
thermal trouser layer underneath black salopettes
thick socks and a pair of well-used boots
Used flint and steel
2 improvised smoke grenades (In drink cans)
cotton bobble hat
Water container/canteen

Faction: (Leave blank for now)

Currency: (Small amount of USD) $50
(How much is appropriate?)

Short History:
Twix was born somewhere, that much he was relatively sure of, where that place may be however... well that's anybodys guess.

Twix was found by a group of travellers wandering the road, It's good luck to have been found by such a caring group, those are rare these days. needless to say that most groups would not have reacted well to a starved looking child wearing nothing more than rags trying to sneak off with their supplies. After many months, many stressful months for the travellers, Twix was finally re acclimatized to the high pinnacles of modern society and his behaviour could pretty much be described as 'normal' or what passes for normal in these cursed times anyhow.

Now I know what you are thinking, 'well that's all well and good... but why's he called Twix?' now as you remember, our Twix had been attempting to run off with this group of travellers supplies, When he was captured red handed carrying a small box of supplies away, the first thing they asked of course is... 'What's your name boy?!' and when the boy in question stood there and made no response what were they to do? Well it just so happened that the box clasped so firmly in the boys hands provided the answer, faded and scratched the word Twix stood out, and thus Twix found his name.

He's no longer travelling with that group, he separated from them years ago when they decided to settle down, it was a hard decision to leave them, but he just wasn't ready to stop. He hasn't been in a permanent group since, he travels and he survives and that is all there is to it. perhaps some day he will find a bigger calling, a better reason? surviving will do until that day.

[Cath]

Name: Thalia Laurent
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Sexuality: All sorts

Appearance

Thalia is beautiful enough, however it is probably considered that her charisma and personal magnetism is what makes her the especially attractive person everyone seems to talk about rather than her looks. Her hair is thick and brown and reaches to an inch or two below her collarbone. Her locks are somewhere between clean and lank, with clumps sticking together in between washes in the river. It’s either back in a ponytail, up in a bun or hanging down seductively when she isn’t working. Her eyebrows are thin and finely pointed, and her forehead is pronounced but unintrusive. Her eyes are large and iridescent blue; a hue which changes from light as a cloudy sky to deep as the ocean bed depending on where you look at her from. You wouldn’t notice it in daily life, but one eyelid tends opens further than the other from no fault of her own, creating a minutely quizzical look. The same is true for her cute button nose and full pouting lips; everything is slightly asymmetrical, which drives people mad because alone these traits are almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Her body is normal enough, appealing to the eye and well formed but for the most part hidden under working slacks. Thalia maintains a very functional view of clothing and goes for simple clothing at all times.

Mutation(s): None
Weapon(s): A truly ancient piece of equipment - The Welrod.

Welrod

The pistol is manually operated using a rotary bolt, locking with two lugs. Loading is performed with a pull/push action using the round knurled knob to the rear of the weapon. The trigger is single stage with a simple safety at the back of the magazine housing. It is a simple weapon and can only take single rounds at a time, pushed into the breech by hand.
Gear: Gasmask, MREs (Meals Eeady to Eat), cleanish water (4 liters), medical supplies (bandages, tweezers and clamps, pain killers), 28 rounds of .32AC ammunition.

Faction:
Currency: $15
Short History: Thalia has had a relatively dismal existence thus far. Born in a shithole named Karch’s Close to the settlement’s doctor and a missionary from far up north. Pierre Laurent was a good man, as was Marie Laurent, but Thalia quickly grew disgusted with the corruption and decay which seemed common-place in Karch’s close. Seeking something better and promising to come back for them when she had found it, Thalia left her parents and homestead with a small stash of currency, the family firearm and a rudimentary knowledge of medicine and anatomy.

[Wired]

Name: Jason McKeating
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Appearance: Jason is basically just an average looking dude for the most part. Average in both height and weight, he is lean but not overly muscular and stands at about 5'10. The things that aren't all that average are his scars. He has a lot of them, from obvious burns on his palms to scars from bite marks on his fingers. Clothing wise Jason wears an old SWAT tactical vest over a grime covered black shirt and gray cargo pants. He dons black boots in relatively good shape and a pistol belt which his holster and revolver hangs off of. Finally he has a brown rucksack in which he keeps his supplies.

Mutation(s): Ironically Jason's mutation wasn't caused by radiation or anything to do with the new world, this being proven by the fact that his great grandfather had the very same mutation. Jason has congenital analgesia, basically meaning that from birth he has lacked the ability to feel physical pain. What sounds like one insanely awesome thing to be born with isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially in the dangerous new world. Even in the old times babies and toddlers would severely injure themselves, babies chewing off their tongues and toddlers finding it fun to bang their heads against walls, unaware of the danger it poses. Life with C.I.P requires constant hyper vigilance and a knowledge of medicine and anatomy. If one doesn't know whether or not he is in need of medical care than one isn't long for this world. The mutation also came with Anosmia; a complete lack of the sense to smell. The mutation is more of a nuisance than a gift but Jason has found other ways to make up for the lost survival mechanisms.

Weapon(s):
Remington 870
.38 Revolver
Combat Machete

Gear:
Six .12 Buckshot Shells.
Three .38 rounds. All of which are in the revolver.
Gas mask.
A half full bottle of water.
A small roll of bandages.
Pliers.
A zippo lighter.

Faction: None

Currency: $5

Short History: Jason's mother died before his fifth birthday and he doesn't really remember much of her. He was raised by his father on the road. His reason being that he wanted to keep him away from gangs, bandits and the dangers of communities whilst also teaching him how to survive. Jason was always a bright kid and learned how to survive fairly easily, but having to be extra careful due to his mutation. He was always strong willed and a love for books kept his mind sharp, being absolutely hate filled when they would have to burn one of his books in order to keep warm. Despite the survivalist lifestyle Jason grew to be quite a moral man and doesn't enjoy causing unnecessary pain. That isn't to say he's some pure hearted hero, he isn't cruel but he does enjoy a good fight, getting a rush out of life and death situations that he enjoys; a fact that causes him great shame in the quiet moments after such events. Eventually Jason's father passed away when Jason himself was nineteen, being almost sixty years old. Jason grieved for almost a year, drifting from place to place with little to nothing on his mind. A few weeks ago he was caught whilst roaming by a band of cannibals and almost eaten; escaping very narrowly. He lost most of his supplies and has gathered rather little on his journey to Aurora's End.