[OOC] Devil's Runners

[6slyboy6]

@Ghost Shadow How come? What are your ideas? I really don't wanna lose you, we might be able to think up something you do like! Don't worry if it is taken or anything we'll make it work.

[Lord Wyron]

It's not necessarily ideas, just a lack of a solid foundation. I just for the life of me can't think of a character who can mesh well with the rest of the group. That and a rather busy RL schedule just seem to make it very difficult to me to commit. So I feel I'd rather pull out now than when the RP's already started so you don't have to go to the extra effort of writing out a character. But should we meet again in the RP business I would love to give it another shot sometime in the future, maybe.

[6slyboy6]

@Ghost Shadow Well too bad. I am sorry to hear that. If the time comes I will be pleased to play with you. That said, stay safe, and have a good day!

[Helperbot 9000]

Goodbye @Ghost Shadow was a pleasure.

[Lord Wyron]

You too, man. :)

[boomlover]

Hello sweet and awesome people of the rp. Ill be joining this sweet rp. If you will still have me ofcourse.

[Helperbot 9000]

@boomlover Welcome to the RP. Have a nice stay!

[6slyboy6]

@boomlover hai mate. Sup.

[boomlover]

@6slyboy6 oh nothing just sitting here on my throne of explosions. And how are you?

[6slyboy6]

@boomlover Fine, fine, thanks for asking. just waiting for guys to post their CS.

[Helperbot 9000]

@6slyboy6 Don't expect me to make a CS. You didn't program that into me.

[RhineQueen]

Mira Cosgrove

NICKNAME:

Bones

AGE:

25

APPEARANCE:

Mira is a small, gaunt girl with bad resting bitchface. She prefers loose, simple clothing, prioritizing function. She looks a fair bit younger than she actually is, often lowering her voice slightly to sound less like a teenager. She wears orange goggles almost constantly. Though she rarely shows them, she does have several tattoos. She has an oroboros around her right, upper thigh, a robotic butterfly on the nape of her neck and a caduceus on her left upper arm. Her footwear, like the rest of her wardrobe usually consists of durable sneakers that are easy to move in. She also wears a belt to carry quickly accessible medical supplies and a pistol. She carries most of her supplies in the her backpack.

PERSONALITY:

Mira is usually quiet when she isn't being snarky. She rarely loses her temper, and when she does, only does so briefly. She is confident in her skills, but tires and occasionally fails to not let it go to her head. Though it really doesn't always seem like it, she is loyal to her friends. She is slow to trust, but once the trust is earned it is there for life, though if it's broken, she will never forgive you. Her views on medical practices are a bit more loose and she takes the hippocratic oath more as guidelines.

BIOGRAPHY:

Mira was born to less than affluent parents. Her mother died to illness when she was young and her father did his best to raise her and her older sisters. She usually had to fight for recognition at home and at school. She eventually managed to get into med school, though just barely. She studied well, though didn't make many friends. The students found her brash attitude a turn off and the teachers found she really didn't care enough about her studies. She technically would have graduated, but was out getting trashed the previous night and slept though her final. Finding herself out of school with no degree and a mountain of student debt, she looked for a place where she could apply the skills she had learned, and through some shady channels and a bit of tasteful lying she eventually found her way in with the Devil's Runners.

UNIQUE TRAIT:

Despite her not having graduated, Mira is a talented medic. She has a couple of implants to aid in her work, such as a medical specialized HUD and a fine manipulation aids. This HUD monitors remotely monitors her temmate's vitals and aids in diagnoses and treatment of wounds and illnesses. It also provides limited x-ray vision. Her body also regulates and monitors itself and can heal minor wounds.

EQUIPMENT:

• Gas Mask: (Image) Mira carries a medical standard filter mask. This full face covering is designed to not limit vision.
• Auto Pistol: (Image) A fairly standard sidearm with an extended magazine. She rarely fires it.
• Trauma Kit: (Reference) Her backpack holds a collection of medical supplies.
• Sewing Kit: Not technically medical grade, but it'll close you up.
• Moonshine: Used for both sterilization and drinking.

MOTTO:

"Not gonna lie, this WILL hurt."

[6slyboy6]

@RhineQueen I like her. You are permitted to post in the CS.

[NuttsnBolts]

Just did an update on my pistol to say that it's short ranged. Hope that's alright, but her main focus is gonna be the rifle anyways, so it's an emergency weapon anyways. @6slyboy6

[6slyboy6]

@NuttsnBolts That is perfectly fine. Thanks for updating it :D

[Catchphrase]

Mind if I join on in this mercenary group?

[DocAwes]

Jonathan Alyos

Name: Jonathan Alyos

Nickname: Blade (Becuase of his skill with more tradiotional weapons.

Age: 25

Appearance(pic is not necessary, but please get at least 1 pharagraph of text up detailing basic clothing):

Personality: Loyal to no ends, ruthless, quiet.

Biography:
In a time of technology, wonder, travel and innovation the Alyos' were simple, and traditional. He comes from a family of soldiers, they claimed to trace their heritage all the way to a time where swords were made purely from iron and men fought in close, brutal combat. Ever since those day's his family has always said one thing, the one thing that hanged above the mantle of their old-fashioned house, 'Fealty to One', his family has always beleived in this.
If you asked any of them 'Honour or Loyalty?' they would answer Loyalty, for the Alyos Loyalty is everything. Some familys have faith, others academia, or music but the Alyos, they have battle and loyalty. Jonathan's father was a soldier of the government since he was old enough to enlist, his brother served the Mafia to his death, his mother served the family in domestic manners until she perished.
The Alyos' had a strange education they used, the children would go to school until they wer 12, from then on they would train in battle, although some Alyos' have trained in other things. Jonathon decided to follow tradition and trained in the ways of combat, his father and mother trained him.
Jonathan trained hard, like all Alyos' should, his training started when his parents handed him a knife. They taught him how to use his body as a weapon, how to use a simple knife. A tool largely disregarded in such times, as an effective killer. They taught him that life was worth nothing if you weren't loyal, and tratiors were the scum of the earth. They taught him many things, and at the end of his training when he was 18 they handed him a knife, and a pistol and gave him his final target, a merchant who had recently lied his way to wealth and betrayed contracts. The Alyos' final test was always such a person, someone they beleived to have commited the worst of crimes, for they weren't evil people and didn't enjoy killing for the fun of it.
Jonathan nodded, accepting his mission and gripped the knife tightly before putting it in his boots. He hid the pistol in his coat and set out into the night, ready to kill this person, no, this Traitor. He found the merchant walking down the street and knew this was his moment. He calmed down his rapidly beating heart and pulled up his hood.
He was death. He was silence. The words of his parents pounded in his head as he approached the man, he came up behind him and whispered in his ears "We know of your betrayal. You have broken the trust of someone you swore too, and now you die" Jonathan had the knife in his hand, he could feel the cool metal of the handle and stabbed the man in the back, the blood dripped on Jonathans hand as he pulled the blade out and saw the first man he had ever killed, the kill that would stick with him, fall to the ground. Then he ran like hell out of there, careful to leave no trail.

Since that day he has honed his skills, but he didn't have to choose a master until he was 25 as is tradition, on the eve of his 25 birthday was when the wormhole become unstable and his family died. Then after he had survived he started putting his talent's to use until the Devil Runners approached him, offering membership, he quickly accepted. The old Alyos family motto pounding in his head as he did. Fealty to One.

Unique Trait(what makes you so unique to fit in here? Possibly a trait or a skill, but you can choose): Skill with blades and other more traditional weaponry.

Equipment(please include a gas mask by default, and be fair with weapons and armor. The era of tech is mainly gauss, with some traces of laser and plasma. Also no snipers, mobility is key): Gas mask, a semi pistol that is worn on the right hip for easy access, an assault rifle with a shoulder strap, Plasma Katana worn on the left hip and used when possible as it is one of Jonathan's favorite weapons, knife that is sheathed in a scabbard on his thigh.

Motto: Fealty to One.

[6slyboy6]

@Catchphrase Aye, sure thing, just make a CS and we'll see :D.

[6slyboy6]

@DocAwes How should I put this. Do you read what you wrote before posting it? Because I struggle to grasp the meaning of some sentences. And you seriously left the explanatory text there, which just goes to show when I look at appearance. Where it states clear as day, that I need at least one pharagraph.

[Catchphrase]

Name: John Dean

Nickname: The Butcher

Age: 24

Appearance: Average height, average build. Pale skin with red hair. Blue eyes and covered in scars all over. Wears steel toed boots and knee pads, white under shirt with a grey long sleeve shirt and a black jacket. Has gloves with brass knuckles built into them. Wears a leather face mask over his mouth and nose, and nearly always wears a butchers apron that's covered in gore

Personality: Agressive, cunning, friendly and polite while not in combat, ruthless and a bit reckless while in combat

Biography: Not much is know about The Butchers background, even by him. In the few weeks since the disaster happened, he took to taking drugs and liquor in vast quantities. Because of that, most of his long term memory is gone. The only thing he does know is how he got his name, and it isn't because of how he dresses. He basically worked up the name by killing lots of creatures, mutants and raiders, either for money, drugs, sex or even just because. He always tore them to pieces, and always used a meat cleaver when in close enough. However, while he does like a good fight, he always knows when to run when the odds aren't in his favour. If is told to run for it, he will, and he can run for as long as it takes. He joined on with the mercenary group soon after he earned the name "The Butcher", partly because they paid well, mainly because they seemed like fun. And while he has cut back on his drug habit a lot since joining the group, whenever he gets into a fight it gives him a feeling of euphoria that can only be matched with being high as kite. Or sex. Or both at the same time.

Unique Trait: Battle crazy, while in combat he doesn't feel pain from wounds, which can also hinder him if he has a bad wound and continuing on would make the wound worse

Equipment: Gask mask with red splattered on it. A large meat cleaver he calls "Betty" which is made from the finest steel. A .357 caliber pistol which is modified to have as little recoil as possible. Brass knuckles gloves which he uses when he needs to.

Motto: "Im gonna use your skull as a piss bucket."