[CHAR] Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

[jordy0403]

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[PixelJunkie]

Name: Olivia (generally shortened to Liv) Brent.

Age: 21

Faction: She has tenuous links with The Lost, but has been known to work with just about anyone willing to pay.

Gender: Female

Appearance: At first glance, Liv does not appear physically intimidating; with a short stature (just over 5ft), her father’s slender facial structure, and white-blond flyaway hair, she looks like she’d blow away in a strong breeze. However, her tendency to wear excessively baggy hoodies hides the fact that she’s actually quite muscular, and carrying some sort of weapon.

Nationality: She has both Icelandic and English heritage.

Personality: Liv was born a fighter, and will probably die one. Her moral compass tends to skew in the direction that is most likely to help her (and possibly the few people she calls friends) survive the longest, and she’s accustomed to giving everything she’s got just to live another day. She has little patience for people she perceives to be incompetent or having given up, and doesn’t hesitate to make her grievances known, which can make her seem callous and difficult to get along with at first. However, anyone who takes the time to get to know her will soon discover a deep seated optimism that things can, and will, get better, and if she can just endure a little while longer, she’ll live to see the day that they do.

Equipment: She carries at least one knife on her at all times, that number is usually closer to five or six though, and she also has a small pistol that she is adept at concealing. She usually has a first aid kit containing a few essentials like bandages, painkillers, antiseptic, and one of those shiny foil thermal blankets. If she’s going to be away from her small bedsit for longer than a day or two, she carries a tatty old black backpack with a spare change of clothes, and sometimes supplies such as food or water, depending on what she’s doing. Due to her line of work, she sometimes also carries a small cassette recorder that she can keep in her pocket.

Skills: As a child, Liv spent a lot of time getting into scraps with opponents who were bigger, stronger, and older than she was. Of course, she spent a lot of the time getting beaten to a pulp (much to her parents’ disdain), but she also got a lot of experience. As she matured, she learnt how to fight smart, and figured out that her greatest asset was her speed and knowledge of how to hit people where it hurts. As she got older, she sought out the tutelage of more experienced combatants, and refined her skills further, also learning how to fight with melee weapons and guns. The fact that she is still relatively young, and hasn’t received any kind of steady/professional training may put her at a disadvantage, but she has a lot of potential in this area.

Liv also has fairly decent information gathering skills, something she picked up on the job. Whilst not the best (or most expensive) PI around, Liv can find information quite quickly, and has numerous connections to the criminal underbelly, mostly people who knew her growing up.

Due to her impoverished upbringing, Liv also learnt how to make resources go further. Before she died, her mother made sure to ensure her daughter had at least a rudimentary knowledge of how to cook something out of nothing, and get the most out of a pair of shoes or piece of clothing.

History: Liv’s life started out in much the same way as a lot of people in the city; her mother, heavily pregnant and completely alone, fled to one of the poorest areas to have and raise her child alone. Still baring the scars of an abusive marriage, life was tough and unforgiving, and when the baby came along, it got worse. From an early age, Liv got used to looking after herself whilst her mother worked (she had about five different jobs), and like many children in the neighbourhood, she spent more time playing outside of their cramped grotty bedsit than living in it. Liv started to work unofficially around the time she was ten, generally just relaying messages discretely, but sometimes delivering ‘packages’ and other odd jobs for the numerous shady characters who operated in her area.

By the time Liv was sixteen, she had a steady job waitressing at a local café (the owner of which was teaching her how to read and write, and a variety of other academic subjects), and several other ‘side jobs’. She was, however, the only person bringing home a decent wage, as her mother was disabled by an illness that would have been diagnosed as major depressive disorder if they’d been able to afford a doctor. They struggled, and even though there wasn’t always food on the table, they managed. That is, until tragedy struck, and Liv came home to find her mother dead, having taken her own life.

Other: Liv stayed near the area she grew up in, but she now rents a different grotty bedsit, which she operates out of. She’ll generally take any kind of job that pays well, and has worked as a mercenary, a contract killer, and a courier, but most frequently she finds herself working as a PI, finding blackmail material and whether people’s partners have cheated or not.

[Temporary]

KES

Name: Kimbley Erren Soff
Alias: The Soul Chain
Age: 35
Faction: Leader of SOUL

Gender: male

Appearance:

Appearance

Nationality: English

Personality: Kimbley has shown he is incredibly cruel, without care for those he hurts or kills. As a leader, he is relatively likeable, despite his actions. He also takes a somewhat pride for mass killings or a mission well executed.

Equipment: Fold-able Vector .45 w/ silencer, Military m9 bayonet, semi auto pistol.

Skills: Weapon handling (Guns and melee), armed combat, negotiation, torture.

History: Ever since Kimbley was a kid, he had a slight tendency for... crueller actions. His parents had him tested, had psychiatrists try to help him but nothing seemed to work. As he grew up, he began to show more and more violent actions and mental patterns, to the point of injury his friends or other people. Most was chalked up to some mental problem, and he was admitted to several different mental hospitals over his teenage years. When he was 23 he jumped at the chance to join the New Order military, and he tried to climb the ranks and become a higher up. It didn't entirely come to fruition however, since he was relieved of duty for "Overly violent acts". He then joined up with a resistance faction and helped kill several hundred men and women.

A couple months after the Cabal fell he joined SOUL and helped with their activities until it fell two years later. Still thirsting for some fun, Kimbley created the new SOUL, in which he focused mainly on the complete and utter annoyance of the New Order. So far he has entirely annihilated about 3 different rouge resistance factions, as well as kill a couple senior New Order members. His knack for torture, murder and slightly insane tactics has given him the title the "Soul Chain". It is possible this was a reference to how he killed a couple people; shoving a rusted chain through their hearts and brain and stringing them up on buildings. Kimbley is definitely the perfect guy to have a tea party with!

Other: Will be edited as things happen.

SOUL

Faction Name: SOUL

Allegiance: Resistance

Strength: 200 odd

Aim/Objectives: Piss off the New Order as much as fucking possible. And maje a bit if dough whilst their at it.

History: SOUL was first formed about 2 months after Cabal fell. At first, the whole point for fighting was to do something good. The bastards in the New Order ran a damnable government that deserved nothing but death, since all they left was death in their name. The things they did, no one could forgive. So SOUL was created, and served as a type of aggravator. The people in the group were nothing short of using others to their means. They sacrificed countless civilian lives in the 2 years SOUL stood. Then, a corrupt member sold out everything and it collapsed.

Fast forward 6 years and Kimbley too over everything. The faction still had the same adgenda; piss off New Order as much as possible, and make some money doing so. Torture, experiments, mass killing. There was nothing SOUL wouldn't go to to make sure New Order knew SOUL was around. For this they have become a notorious faction in the country.

Nick

New Order file: Processor Serial ID #0477, Code Name: Nickel Matrix

Name: [CLASSIFIED]
ID: #0477
Code Name: Nickel Matrix, mostly referred to as Nick
Age: 25
Faction: New Order (Processor)

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Appearance

Nationality: American

Personality: Being a military processor, Nick has similar mental patterns to those of the Cabal. He is completely uncaring to people he hurts, and often takes pleasure in doing so. He has become adept at hiding emotions from others, as well as masking lies from professional interrogators and lie detectors. He has also been known to make his killings and hunts into games, like hide-and-seek and tag. He also loves sweets, and carries different kinds with him.

Equipment: An pistol of unknown origin that fires nickel bullets, a serrated and curved blade used for slicing, 3 shrapnel grenades, 2 incendiary and a vial of odd red liquid.

Skills: Gun handling, weapon handling, ranged combat, armed combat, unarmed combat, adept at hiding emotions, adept at cheating lie detectors.
History: [CLASSIFIED]

[Lord Coake]

Abram Romanov

Name: Abram Romanov
Age: 24 years old

Faction: The New Order infantry

Gender: Male

Appearance: Abram is 5 feet 10 inches tall, with a thin weight of 164 pounds, and he has a very thin build. His hair is short and ragged, with a deep brown color. He keeps himself clean shaven, and his face bares a scar across his left cheek. His eyes are a murky, fog-colored grey, which some have described as appearing 'soulless', ironic given his disposition for helping people. His uniform is generally not up-to-code, with things such as rolled up sleeves and ammo belts wrapped around his torso being common issues.

Nationality: Eastern Slavic. Mainly Russian, though he might have some Ukrainian heritage mixed in as well.

Personality: Outside of combat, Abram is a kind man. He does his best to help those in need around him, and isn't shy to offer his own personal items to those he feels need them more. He genuinely believes that the New Order is doing good things for the country, though if there were enough evidence to support otherwise, he would likely switch sides.

Equipment: A squad support LMG fitted with a close-to-mid range sight and a bipod, a pistol sidearm with 2 spare clips, 1 hand grenade, his uniform, a close-combat knife, and a short range communications radio.

Skills: Abram is a very fast distance runner, which has helped him in numerous occasions both in and out of combat. He's an accurate shot with his LMG and pistol, and fairly decent at knife and hand-to-hand combat. Outside of combat, he is an excellent cook, a remarkable poker player, and can hold his own in a drinking contest.

History: Abram grew up with a relatively stable childhood. He was always known for being very helpful with everyone he met, and made quite a few friends. He was quick to enlist with the New Order military after the Utopia incident with the murder of a child, and has served faithfully ever since.

Other: He currently supports the New Order, though if a resistance group were to show enough evidence against the New Order, he would likely switch sides.

[RangingWolf]

Name: Lanius Miyata

Age: 27

Faction (if any): : Freelance assassin. Has worked for The Lost and as well as several resistance groups.

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lanius

when working

For the second image take away the kneepads and shinpads as well as the backpack.

Nationality: Half French, half Japanese

Personality: no nonsense type of guy. Loves listening into people's conversations. Very charismatic and good at bartering. Morality wise he tends to be good bad guy. Good in the sense he is willing to fight for the people. But bad in the sense that he works for The Lost and various other criminal and resistance groups. If a large scale fight was coming he would whole heartedly agree to fight for them.

Equipment: working as a contract killer has allowed him to get a good selection of equipment. One of them being a submachine gun that is quite popular in the underworld. The weapon being based off of the old world kalashnikov. His main weapon of choice being a sniper rifle that he built himself made from parts of other rifles. If need be he carries a derringer as a last resort weapon.

Skills: Since he is a contract assassin some of the skills he has learned are marksmanship, lockpicking, hand to hand combat, as well as cqc, jury rigging and bartering.

History: Lanius's childhood was pretty bland. He looked up to the New Order and thought they were the coolest. He wanted to join them when he was old enough. As he got older he started to realize that the New Order wasn't all that good and they were quite corrupt. He wound up joining a small resistance cell. He lended his services for a few years till he came back one day and found that the bse had been massacred by The New Order. After waiting a few hours to make sure nobody was inside their building he decided to take a look. Inside he saw all the dead bodies of his comrades. It seemed that they had been caught at one of the worst times and were easily overwhelmed. He gathered several items and left the building. After that he made a small name for himself as a assassin for hire.
Other:

[Jeep Wrangler]

Marcus Brenada

Name:
Marcus Brenada

Age:
25 Years - 11 Months

Faction:
Earton's Flock

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
It is a very big cliché for a group to have someone who stands out. As though many within the Resistance Fighters are different from one another, Marcus' height clearly demonstrates his originality from the Flock. Standing around 6' 3", Marcus bears Jet-black hair in a ruffled fashion. Though it seems so unstyled and untidy, it actually suits him as a person, looking like a somewhat fashionable look. That's right, you are in the worst of human times and looking good is still a top priority. Body structure, he isn't of the top competitors. Marcus was never a strong person, and never intends to do too much to improve his physical strength. However, for the sort of operations that the Flock commit to, it is pretty clear that Marcus isn't the useless one he is depicted as. Furthermore, having longer legs and a fast leg movement speed adds up to creating a good set of speed, though stamina can sometimes be a problem.

As for attire, he usually wears casual clothing when off-duty. The thing about personnel of the Flock is that they aren't always on duty, 100%, meaning being able to relax and rest with friends and family can be extremely useful. If not a blue-chequered shirt, a leather jacket and some Civilian Combat-trousers, you'll find him in some gear beyond normal. Usually seen wearing facial concealment outfitting, low-profile work is the way to go for himself. Though Low-profile isn't always the way it ends up, keeping his identity safe is a top priority. The armour worn is dangerously complicated, and has proven to be some of the most unique Resistance Fighter kit in the upper-classed districts.

On-Duty Attire

Nationality:
Scottish

Personality:
When mentioning clichés, you'd easily notice that Marcus is not incredibly sociable. That is more to the fact that he is incapable of speaking to people casually through nerves, fear mostly. It can be seen as affecting his overall performance on the battlefield, as stuttering over telecommunications, sometimes shaking often when looking to line up a scan run. He is clearly a very-independent soldier, seeing as he seems to want to spend time alone a lot. He doesn't often complain when he's thrown into conversation, as there's never really any courage within himself to speak. Life is tough on the anxious end, yet he's managed to pull through the years handling whatever he'd been given.

As a Soldier, he isn't too different from his Civilian life. Stuttering has been noted down as an issue, though his skills are proven to be rather useful in the arts of assault that the Flock use when on field. He usually will do whatever he is asked without question, proving himself to be very disciplined. Discipline is key to himself, as he proves his movement and fighting-will to be greater than most soldiers, who are mostly there for just a killing. His reputation within the Resistance Movement is highly important to himself, though there are a few occasions where someone as much as himself have come into extreme disagreements with other Resistance Cells.

Equipment:
Talking equipment, someone as odd as a Flocker is highly equipped to both suit the standards the soldier themselves set, and what their peers and superiors in the Cell set. Attire-wise, as mentioned, is rather advanced. Though it looks very fancy, it works in a rather simple way for those used to the technological supplies. These are only fitted with simple high-grip Combat boots, so that sort of ruins the whole Technological-soldier-Look. In the Flock, there's a special armour type for his pack. Bullet resistance is low, all in addition to upgrading the movement speed and flexibility of the outfit, especially with the unique design that all Flockers are known for. On the back, is usually found a rough, metallic-like pack scrapped from old New-Order heavy troop deployments. Inside, a make-shift parachute or some sort of anti-propulsion material can be found. These aren't the most reliable of things, as most development went into the armour, so these are usually rather dangerous to use. The New-Order have developed this further and have created more advanced models. Usually, a Low-class Helmet mixed with a tight facial coverage cloth keeps his head poorly protected, but well covered for identity assistance. Weapon-wise, he is either seen using a SA-80 or a Smaller MPL-K running as a Primary-Use weapon. Whether it is kitted out with a Sound-Suppressor scavenged from New-Order personnel is very dependent on how the stocks are running or what kind of Operation is being put into play. Running as a Side-arm, a handy Walther P99 Handgun. Works like a charm, acts like a charm. This weapon is never suppressed at any means necessary, as Marcus believes it hinders the performance too much. As the Flock aren't an extremely large Resistance Cell, and they do tend to get carried away with upgrading uniforms, hand-grenades, and other large explosives other Resistance Cells might carry, are not in the grasp of these strange and odd fighters. A knife would be the only other basic equipment, though many other Cells use much sharper and more Killing-based knives.

Skills:
Skills are hard to put forward, seeing as Marcus is only limited to a few. He isn't a super-soldier, which barely any of the Flock are, and can be prone to making mistakes. The most identifiable feature, however, has to be his control. Control sounds instantly like something to do with leading and commanding, when rather it is to do with movement. Climbing up large buildings is something that the Flock are known for doing before attacks begin, and climbing/descending is something Marcus can control very well. It isn't fast-paced Parkour as such might be anticipated for, it is rather slow. Slow means controlled, in Marcus' eyes. Fighting, that's pretty average. He can get shot, he can be over-ran...but he has enough to survive for long enough.

History:
Marcus' history is pretty twisted, especially with the place he is now. Born in a pretty sweet part of the City, there wasn't too much preparation for danger to train the boy for the world and life ahead. At his own very young age, his Parent's would take part in protests all over the group of districts. It had been going on for many years now, and Marcus wanted to understand what his parents were doing. It was at the age of 10, where he followed them into one of their Peaceful-protests. It was only a stroke of luck that this happened to be the second violent protest the group was committing. It was odd, having Marcus stand there in the centre of it all, losing his parents amongst the crowd. That was when the fire broke out. New-Order soldiers tasked with riot control were ordered by higher-authority to end the peaceful protesters as they began to wreck havoc throughout the shopping centre they stood in. It was out of the question, and bullets were flung left, right and centre. In the panic, Marcus couldn't move. He was trapped between scrambling bodies as they began to fall around him. He was unfortunate enough to fall prey to the bullet-storm, being hit in the shoulder. After the gunfire had finished going off, there was very little noise. The New-Order soldiers were busy contemplating their actions, and the silence of the streets as they were evacuated from the fire-fight. The boy crying was heard, and a group of three soldiers moved to check out the body. They thought it'd be someone like a man, or something...but it was too higher-pitched. The bleeding boy was found amongst the pile. Not knowing what exactly they should do, they turned to their Group-Sergeant. The man, quickly identified as Arek, quickly picked up him, ordering for permission for clearance in bringing back injured personnel.

For the next 6 years, Marcus was treated nicely by the New-Order, as he eventually had become a voluntary agent. A Double-agent, as he might've added. He always had the impression that the Resistance Cells were nothing but evil corporations wanting superiority above all, yet he was wrong still. He would move into their cells as a volunteer, helping the New-Order identify their Bases of Operations. In the 6 Years he served as an Agent, Marcus was responsible for the downfall of 17 Different Small-to-medium size gangs and Cells. He wished to continue, when he was unfortunate enough to witness a tragic death. Arek was put up for execution, for resisting an order to shoot a child. When Marcus, being a respected teenager within that detachment force of New-Order operatives, was made to watch the event. A simple bullet to the skull was used.

It turned him, making him feel angered and scared. He ran away overnight, claiming he was going on another Operation. Never-returning, he hoped to never work alongside the New-Order. He was quickly extracted by Earton's Flock, the Cell he was currently working to take down. After explaining over and over about everything that had happened, the Flock decided it was only fair if they let him stay in their protection as a home, seeing as he had not fed the New-Order any information of their whereabouts. This managed to lead to him finding a place training within the Ranks, being fitted with guns and armour. As undescriptive as his life is told, he had finally become a Soldier. Due to his quietness, he received the Nickname 'Canary', later proving his skills to become 'Sparrow-Hawk'.

Other: He still has close-ties with the New-Order, which can make him very hard to trust. The Detachment have him on a priority-list for defectors, hoping to bring him to justice. His sister, Amanda, is a New-Order medical trooper, and his Father now rumoured to have signed up as an Officer, after apparently faking his death at the Riot.

Hope this isn't too crappy.

Earton's Flock

Faction Name:
Earton's Flock [Informally known as The Flock, or Sky-E]

Motto:
"Um für eine bessere Zukunft blicken, müssen wir weiter nach oben schauen!" ["To look for a better future, we need to look further up!"]

Allegiance:
Resistance Cell - Mainly independent, and rarely work alongside other Cells.

Strength:
231 Soldiers - 4 Commanders

Aim/Objectives:
To cripple the New-Order by any way possible, even with extreme measures.

History: Formed at least 43 Years ago, the Flock are quite old. They have never really been too large, mainly as they are very tight-on recruitment. The operative has to be chosen, not recruited. At first, they started as a Sniper-Detachment for other Resistance Cells, providing up-high support for those down below. As time progressed, other ways of 'Souring the Skies' were found. As mysterious and suicidal as it sounds, the new-tech armour that was developed off of the New-Order can be found with a capability of flight. It isn't to do with Jet-pack fantasies, just an Old method that the Before-People used. Wingsuiting. Dangerous and suicidal, in other words, operatives would be known for climbing large-scale towers and pylons to glide down onto targets, slowing themselves down with makeshift parachutes known to sometimes fail upon deployment. This being said, it sometimes leads to the life-expectancy of a Freedom Fighter to be a Year max, though those lucky enough to make it past 4 Years are highly congratulated with Extreme Operations.

Soldiers work in small Collections. A collection is a small HQ where about 10-15 Operatives are on duty. They work, live and survive here. Each and every Operative within a Collection is never allowed to know the Location of their main Base of Operations, as many are prone to capture after their dangerous stunts. It reduces hugely the chance of detection and the shut-down of the group, making them one of the most incognito Cells among the smaller type. With zipliners being set up as a regular duty and climbing as part of a weekly exercise/Operational use those inside are considered to be the most suicidal of people, despite their good nature. Many of the Operations within the world are very exclusive, and the only well-known Operation was the destruction of a High-Valued target bombed on top of a low-tower. Four of those inside were shot in the operation, but they succeeded in great destruction for the building, luckily only harming New-Order operatives. Their reputatiton can be low, but they can get the job done, unless they crash...Then they are ultimately fucked. Operatives can be clearly found with nicknames of birds, seeing as Earton, a unidentified nickname for the Leader, whom no one has actually met.

Wingsuit expertise is rarely used within Combat Operations, or Tasks of Freedom, but the only normal users are those of higher training and trust levels. Those are usually those who are seeking for a shortened lifespan, or those who are claiming they have very little to lose, especially their lives. Many of the others are only given access to equipment such as Short-Mid Grapples or Zip-Lines that are set up oin the regular duty list.

And the main Antagonist...

James Highwood

- Name -
James Louis Highwood

- Affiliation -
New Order - 52nd Detachment - Urban Armed Services [U.A.S]

- Rank -
Major - Interception Team Leadership

- Service Time / Age -
13 Years / 32 Years Old

- Weapon Usage -
Usually a Standard .357 Revolver. [Clichéd Much?]

- Affiliation with Marcus -
Marcus was under the superiority of James after his third year within the New Order. Though Marcus stayed relatively close to his own rescuer, James made sure he wasn't drifting too afar from his own master. More so, he was on the road to taking some of the higher authority within not only the 52nd Detachment, but the entire standing of the New Order. He had proven himself both a worthy soldier in the past, and it was his time to prove himself a worthy leader. He had promised Marcus great fame within the New Order if the boy were to continue his work of espionage. Along with that fame, came power. James wanted the high-standard boy to be one of the rather respected officer amongst the New Order when he grew up, liking his talents of finding out information within Resistance Cells. There were plans to target the largest of Cells at that time, including Nexus, with a much older Marcus put on the front of first-hand knowledge and infiltration. That dream was shattered when he saw something.

Marcus was beginning to become widely attached to the Sergeant responsible for his survival and well-being. He was distracting him from training, keeping him behind from exercises and generally having casual hanging sessions. To him, the two felt like Father and Son. The whole aspect of love and affection began to take a toll on Marcus' performance, making him feel more rebellious to the point where he would refuse to do certain training activities due to Plans he had made. It was outrageous, and led to James finding the Sergeant's records. He hated the fact that ruining the opportunity to create one of the best espionage operatives was being taken place, so he had him fined for treason. Evidently, he executed the Sergeant himself, only to not find Marcus moments after. He was working within an organisation known as the Flock, and that was where the line of his was drawn. There was only the idea of him still working, as that was what he would do.

Years later, James found him roofside. He infiltrated his team, and spared the life of Marcus. He made sure that his ex-apprentice would be back under his wing in no time. With him back in their hands, and not in the field of work for the Flock, it was only certain that he wanted to place Marcus under the great names of the New Order Field Soldiers and Operators, such as Juno and Nick, and granting himself the greatest of opportunities. He had done a fine job training some of the best, and with Marcus in his grasp once more, it meant he faced a real challenge...

[Darinthus]

Name Catherine Caldwell

CODE NAME : BLACK DEATH

Age 20

Faction The New Order

Gender Female

Appearance

Catherine

Catherine is a 6 foot tall English girl who enjoys her black suited work attire. She is a fan of wearing heels, even out during field work, as she never really has to run anywhere. Her shoes represent just how effective she is when it comes to masking her signal(Though in truth she really just likes the way they look on her).

Nationality English

Personality Catherine is a strong promoter of The New Order. To her this is the life that she's been born into, and the only life that seems fitting to be a part of. To others she comes across strongly adhering to the ideas of factionalism, almost to the point of viewing anyone outside of The New Order in disgust. She isn't above the cruel tactics that The New Order uses against anyone part of the resistance, even finding happiness with the death of any resistance supporter. She especially enjoys her role in locating resistance cells and being a part of a grander vision, seeing herself as one of the many who will lead the world into a more stable future.

"The world needs order, an order that we have already given. I will not see our way of life crumble at the hands of those kicking and screaming."

From the outside looking in she's a villain, a cliched representation of what The New Order represents. To those that know her directly often see a different story. She's courteous, polite, and while sometimes arrogant when it comes to her technical skills is someone who strives to be mindful of others. She's protective of her friends as shown by the energy she puts into her work: one less resistance cell means a safer world for the people she cares about.

Aside from work Catherine is a girl who loves to laugh and take strolls in the more "presentable" parts of the city. As much as she doesn't mean it she can find herself to be judgmental of those in poorer districts, having grown up in a noble household.

Equipment Catherine doesn't have much when it comes to combat equipment, rarely(if ever) working directly in the field. She carries a handgun around with her for "self-defense" that she normally keeps concealed in her coat jacket. Normally her equipment consists of whatever food she has near her computer workstation, however during the times that she does go on field missions she'll generally be concealed with a laptop and earpiece at her disposal. She also keeps a flash bang grenade on hand for convenient escape scenarios(Though it has never been needed in the past).

Outside of fieldwork Catherine keeps an old pager on hand for when she needs to be called in off duty. She also keeps a pendant around her neck at all times, given to her by her older brother as a gift.

Skills Despite having some basic training with a firearm Catherine isn't someone you would label as a fighter. She has general knowledge to point and shoot, however in an sort of physical confrontation she would generally find herself at a disadvantage.

Yet behind any computer she is a monster hacker. Being able to disrupt, activate, and locate many pieces technological equipment/information she has been considered a great asset to The New Order. Going by the code name BLACK DEATH she has been known to locate and send resistance cell information to either Order military or hired mercenary's, orchestrating many of the designated kill orders against certain resistance targets and locations. She has gained quite a bit of notoriety among the resistance community due to her elusive and villainous nature, often times being arrogant enough to challenge any to stop her. For the time being BLACK DEATH's identity remains a guarded secret.

She also has a nice singing voice, however this is something she finds embarrassing to perform in front of others.

History Catherine found herself born into a luxurious lifestyle, never having to worry about the poorer districts that many citizens experienced under The New Order's rule. To her the idea of nationalism stemmed from her way of life, and anyone fighting against that could only ever be seen as treasonous. Any issues she had with her lifestyle stemmed from the social customs she was forced through at a young age: being forced through all kinds of obscene "torture" for the benefits of her family. Her brother really saved her from her resistance sympathetic tantrums at the hands of another manner class, providing a friend and role model for her to look up to.

The countless amount of technological equipment he would bring back from his "scouting" runs kept Catherine occupied from the mundane family lifestyle. Times that he would be away she would tinker, even branching out to the computer equipment around the house. The two siblings played and challenged each other consistently, and from the amount of times that "big bro" would defend her from their parents Catherine knew that she found a best friend.

It was The New Order militarizing more against the resistance that ultimately pulled her brother away from her, yet because of this Catherine was determined as ever to follow in his footsteps. She wasn't built for the military lifestyle but she wished to serve, doing everything in her power to find the education she needed to sign up. She wouldn't be anyone's wife, from her childhood memories that her brother gave her she would find the person that she wanted to be. If she couldn't do that through athletics then she would do it through intelligence.

She was proud of her brother fighting the good fight. She was proud of him participating in the fall of Utopia eight years ago, him and countless other computer experts using their power to track down those dirty traitors. She was proud to follow in his footsteps by being just as skilled when it came to a computer, and proud most of all when she began to participate in the killings of resistance supporters. BLACK DEATH is the name she began to be called, only ever considered a text based name on a computer screen. But it was her, it was the girl that her brother believed in all those years ago.

That's why she didn't cry when her brother disappeared. She believed in him, and she believed that she would see him again.

She had to.

Other Catherine enjoys the idea of making new friends(At least friends with the "right" people) however all forms of romantic interest have always comically been lost on her. From her family life and how serious she takes her work she hasn't even kissed anyone before(Much to the teasing of the people closest to her who know).

"Who in the world honestly even has time for that?"

[Roundabout]

Name: Abitha ”Abby” Mahabir

Age: 20
Faction: New Order military

Gender: Female

Appearance: Dark skin with big brown eyes, framed by long lashes. Chin length black hair that's a bit shorter at the front, brushed behind her ears. 5,5 ft tall.

Nationality: Indian

Personality: Friendly and outgoing. Eager to prove herself. Stubborn to a point where it's sometimes more of a hindrance than help. Idealistic. Sometimes blind of the faults of people she looks up to.

Equipment: Standard military hand gun. Uniform. Combat knife. Small med kit.

Skills: Has completed military training, so has basic knowledge of shooting firearms and hand to hand combat. Excelled in close combat, preferably with a knife, but isn't far above average. Her biggest asset if that she simply won't give up. Take away her gun and she'll attempt to cut you. Take her knife and she'll try to punch you. Cut of her hands and she'll bite your ankle. However, she has little to no real life combat experience.

History: Born to a wealthy family in a well off neighborhood. She had a sheltered upbringing where the greatness of the New Order where taught and praised. Her parents expected a lot from her, and she did her best to comply even though she often felt caged. Finishing her education at the age of eighteen, her parents pushed for her to find a suiting occupation. They weren't overly pleased when she choose the military, but for once in her life, she strongly insisted. For her, she told her parents, the military was a chance to serve and protect the New Order. In reality, she saw it as a chance to get away from her overbearing parents without openly disobeying them. After much convincing, they finally agreed. For the first time in her life, she was on her own and she loved it.

[Hillbilly12]

Name: Anita Silva

Age: 28

Faction: The Lost

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Clothes: Anita's clothes vary depending on the situation, but for casual wear usually black cargo pants, dark red leather jacket, sunglasses, black T shirt and sneakers. When on a job or dealing with higher ups in 'The Lost' she tends to wear a suit to look more professional.

Nationality: Brazillian

Personality: Anita could possibly be one of the most friendly enforcers The Lost have at their disposal. She's very polite and capable of getting a long with many people. Even when killing another she takes little pleasure in murder, but instead gets more of a thrill out of the pursuit. However, for many it still calls into question why she is an enforcer for this particular group and not any other.

One of the most important aspects of her personality is her loyalty. For The Lost she is a very trustworthy member which is significant all on its own. They have little to hold over her which makes it even more surprising. Its the same for anyone. If she owes you a favor Anita will make sure to repay you in someway she sees fit.

Equipment: Anita receives a hefty sum for many of the jobs she's taken and has been able to build up a decent arsenal. Her contacts in the blackmarket helps greatly. She only takes two weapons at a time at best. The rest generally stays at home for use later.

Assault Rifle- This is one of Anita's most expensive weapons. Its military grade and only sees use when she expects a hard fight.


Pistol- One of her more commonly used weapons. Great for taking down the random thug if need be. This is close to a family heirloom. Her grandfather used to claim that his Granfather used to hunt demons with it. She felt it was a dumb little lie but didn't mind using the nice looking pistol.


Shotgun- She uses this when she cares about being loud and scaring her targets.

Silencer
Combat Knife
Brass Knuckles
Body Armor

Skills:

Boxer/HTH Combat Training- Anita came from a family of fighters. Her mother was a boxer and her father enjoyed streetfighting. Eventually they both trained her very well when it came to self defense. They lived in poor and very violent areas which made her training often vital. As she grew up and got involved in more criminal activities Anita quite often got the chance to gain experience in fighting multiple armed enemies with just her fists.

Gunslinger- While not one of the best shooters Anita was called a gunslinger by many of her pears. She practiced with guns when young and was surprisingly proficient at the use of firearms. This combined with live fire experience grew her into a formidable foe with a gun. Anita personally gives her self little credit knowing there are many better than her in that area.

Free running- Her brothers were the very definition of delinquents, but one thing that made them good at stealing and painting property in hard to each areas were their free running skills they shared with their sister. Anita learned through a lot of failures but became rather decent at the skill. She's very fast and nimble which helps when chasing down her targets.

History: Anita grew up in one of the poorer and more dangerous districts. Her family was large and parents very strict, but they were never truly malicious no matter how bad she acted out. Her life in many ways wasn't abnormal in that part of the city. Witnessing the occasional robbery, carbomb, police brutality etc. was surprisingly normal. It was why the older members of her family pushed their children into school and hopefully out of the district. Anita didn't care about leaving because this normal was always exciting and never ended. It was also a place her family called home. She enjoyed it, but never revealed that to anyone.

In Highschool Anita continued to try and do well in school, while also getting involved with criminals. During this time terrorist attacks were getting far more frequent in their area of the district. One day at their highschool graduation the whole family was there to see her brothers graduate. A carbomb went off near the ceremony with enough explosives to kill nearly everyone there including most of Anita's family. At this point she was 15 with only her barely alive mother as her only family. The money she got from selling drugs and stealing for her friend in The Lost was the only revenue she could earn. This was how a hobby of hers became her profession. Everyday survival was necessary for her and her mother who was still in a coma.

Now over 10 years later Anita hasn't left her career in crime and doesn't plan on it.

Other: Anita's loyalty to The Lost is dependent on the man who brought her into the syndicate and gave her the most help. He calls himself Danny and simply thinks he found a girl with talent and cultivated it. No more no less.

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[AtomicNut]

Leo

Name: Leonidas Harry Ramirez, "Leo"

Age: 26 (Apparent, due to cryostasis his real age is probably centuries)

Faction (if any):Palailogoi (singular Palailogos) AKA Old Worlders.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Leonidas is a fairly tall (6'1'), muscular man, with a chiseled jawline and three days worth of stubble. He has rather hard angled features across his face, along slightly tanned skin. He has dark hair and, surprisingly, icy blue eyes. Ramirez usually dons a leather jacket, a tanktop with his astronaut dogtags, baggy camo pants, leather belt and boots. He has a shoulder holster.

Nationality: Born in California, although he has a melting pot ancestry of Russian (his mother) and American/Spanish (his father)

Personality: Ramirez can be considered one idealist that's far removed from his place and time. Even more so after what happened in his life. Leo doesn't talk much these days, and one of his hobbies is watching people go by his side. He likes to help people in the best way he can, even if it's a little nudge or tap in the back. He also likes to entertain kids. Yet, inside Ramirez burns a fire that, when awakened, it stirs his self to the heights of determination. Never compromising what they are, Ramirez is loyal, a stubborn fighter who gives it all to defend those who cannot in the first place, even though he may suffer. The world sucks, but he isn't going to give up like others in trying to change it. Sometimes, and only sometimes, the old Ramirez, the peerless adventurer who wanted the best for mankind, stirs even.

Equipment: Ramirez does keep a pocket knife as a tool in his self. He also carries his trusty Kirk .50 gun, a Gauss operated pistol which outperforms most non-lost tech side firearms in one of his shoulder holsters. However, the iron ammunition it uses must be forged specifically, and the sort of power cell it operates hasn't been produced since the Six minute war. For that reason, he also carries a .45 Colt knockoff in an opposite shoulder holster, for the more common opponents. He also owns the Picard Gauss Rifle, a similar design to his Kirk gun, only in assault rifle type. Likewise, the ammo and cells for this one are also scarce aswell. (Only 3 Kirk pistols and 3 Picard rifles exist in the world at this moment.) Finally, he has a cellphone tied to a secure line.

Skills: Leo is a beast. Not literally, but when one combines the exhaustive physical cutoff for expeditionary astronaut with special operations training, one can easily see why Leo was chosen as the security chief of the expedition (AKA the guy you have to call if you need to kill nasty stuff). He's excellent in Close Quarters Combat, both armed and unarmed, he seldom tires from running or climbing, and he's a good shot with a gun, both with pistols and rifles. He is a great swimmer, and he has notions of scuba diving. He is also versed in sabotage, tracking, demolitions and explosive fabrications. On the mind side, his astronaut training makes him keep cool at all times, and he's a surprisingly fast thinker (for such a military and muscle oriented person). He however, is inept at singing and all the plants he takes care of die inexplicably. Lastly, he's fluent in English, Russian and Spanish.

History: Leo was born in Los Angeles, from the highly unlikely but comedy gold union of an eccentric tech guru and a female russian special forces expat. Of course, it was very different back then. More people, less wastelands. Leo did lead a sheltered life in his youth, but he never let that rot his soul. He tried to be kind and supportive with whomever he met, and he always harbored a feeling of gratitude towards people in general for being lucky in his life. The bizarre hijinks of his household made his lifelong aspirations quite quirky. Either a space marine, a rodeo clown, or a luchador who was also a tech guru. Out of all three, the first one seemed the more feasible, so Leo enlisted in the special forces program.

Of course, after receiving some motherly encouragement (read: Hellish Russian training) Leo passed the special forces training with flying colors... and was soon to be deployed, when word spread of his love of space and tech. The Space Agencies of the world, in an absurd display of arrogance and navel gazing, decided to fleet a series of scientific expeditions to uncharted extrasolar parts, trying to one up eachother. For that reason, Leo fit the agenda perfectly. Not many trained soldiers wanted to go outside the Solar System on a What-If-There-Are-Scary-Aliens back then. Ramirez, on the other hand, had the time of his life, and nerded out all the way to the moon.

He even managed to woo the medical officer Monica Sanders, and he enjoyed a time of space bliss and romance aswell. Until a rogue cosmic object hit the mothership, sent the expedition ofcourse and triggered a series of cataclysmic events that had no other way out but to sleep for centuries until the AI (which Leo loathed, as it had quite a pedantic British machiney accent) fixed its course. Resigning to his fate, he entered his cryosleep pod.

When he awoke, everything had gone much worse. Yes, they had reached earth. But it had been a crash landing. And the cryopods had shut down one by one, until only ten astronauts including himself remained. But that wasn't the worst. Earth, apparently had decided to torch itself out while they were gone, and only city remained among the ashes.

And god, these guys weren't the kindest left. After some berating, gun toting, and mandatory quarantine the paranoid earthlings presented themselves as the New Order representatives, with all kinds of fanfare. But at least, they offered the Old World astronauts food and a place to stay, if only because, as Leo noted, they were salivating on the perspective of suddenly gaining more of the lost tech. The existance of the astronauts was made somewhat secret, with the codename Palailogoi ("old World", the name of the Byzantine empire dynasty) used to refer them. It became some sort of title.

However, after some time, Ramirez did notice the ugly things about the New Order. The lack of care towards the citizens they did display when not speaking in front of a camera was alarming. He was remembered of a funny moustachoed guy of the 20th century. Or were they two? There were a lot of moustaches back then. The only saving point of them was that the supposed freedom fighters weren't any better. Still, after some time, the methods employed by the New Order made him, and the rest of the Palailogoi wary oftheir true objectives, and after one (or a dozen) tortures too much, Leo left alongside the rest of his comrades.

If there wasn't a proper resistance, now splintered in many factions puffing themselves important, the last scions of the Old Order, the Palailogoi would step in to help the weak. And so, Leo took the role of fixer and drifter, the mysterious shining knight that appears in the back alley, breaks a couple of noses and disappears as soon as he entered.

Other: He obviously has a crush in Monica Saunders. His favorite treat are cookies, he isn't above playing child games and he likes to have vodka and Martini.

Palailogoi

Faction Name:Palailogoi AKA Old Worlders.
Allegiance: Formerly they threw their lot with the New Order, but the repeated callousness has made them join the ranks of the resistance groups. They're not trusted by them yet, as expected.
Strength: 10
Aim/Objectives: To aid people in need, and recreate a better order, something closer to the Old World, to rehabilitate the world in a third place.
History: The Palailogoi are a remnant, the tiniest fraction of the Old Order, that due to a fluke in outer space, were left untouched. Finding themselves in a dystopian far future, they struggled to find their place. At first, they deferred to the already existing New Order. But the lack of care towards the populace made them rethink their allegiance. Defecting from their side, they're a small but noticeable thorn in the foot of the regime.