[CHAR] War Never Changes

[jaybreezy]

Name: Jake Prescott

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Bio: Jake was a police officer before all of this. He was just an officer, but he was pretty good at his job. As the war came to the US, his unit was shut down after martial law was in effect. He then moved to Berkeley, California in an attempt to be safe. This would fail as the bombs fell. California was the second most guarded state beside New York. Washington D.C. was completely, if not already, isolated. The bombs took him by surprise.

Jake was home when the bombs hit, and he rushed to the evacuation site. He was too late. The bomb hit in Los Angeles, the same area that the evacuation. Jake was only a few miles away, the shock wave of the blast reaching him. His car was tossed and he blacked out from the impact. Jake would wake up hours later to see everything destroyed. Jake now wanders around in search of survival and a new life in this barren and fallen world.

Personality: Jake is vocal and will voice his opinion. He can collaborate with ease and can compromise if he sees an opinion worth listening too. When it comes to disagreements, he is rather polite. He makes sure everyone is heard and can get a bit irritated when someone cuts him off when he's talking.

When it comes to serious situations, Jake is a fast thinker. He can improvise and devise plans almost instantly. He is able to work quickly and efficiently, never stopping when he knows he'll lose. Jake fights to the end no matter what and will never quit.

Being a police officer, he has a protective side of him. If he feels someone is being mistreated, he will step in and deal with the conflict. He is unable to just let criminal acts go unnoticed. However, in this new society and way of life, he has no problem stealing to survive, although he does feel guilty if he thinks about it too much.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:
Jake carries an M4A1 Carbine Rifle as his main weapon. He relies on this for quick kills. Being a police officer, his knowledge about this rifle is definitely a plus.

-Weapon 2:
Jake's secondary weapon is a baseball bat modified with industrial nails. This is used for messier, slower, but quieter kills as well as when he's put of ammo for his first weapon.

-Clothing: Jake wears simple clothing, a blue dress shirt with black jeans. He wears black and white Converse brand shoes along with a black and white New York Yankees hat.

-Items:

• Police flashlight
• 3 M4A1 5.56x45mm NATO round magazines
• Water canteen
• Gas mask
• Hiking backpack
• Flint and steel

Role: Jake is a wasteland survivor. He travels around to collect food, supplies, and other essentials to stay alive. He does sometimes look for fellow survivors that don't try to kill him, but that's rare.

[Gelatinous Cube]

Name: Quinn Harris

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Bio: Before the complete obliteration of order, society and life as everyone knew it, Quinn was just a contractor going from site to site, just making enough money to make each mortgage repayment and keep his wife and kids fed. Suffice it to say, he no longer needed to worry about his mortgage, and his family would never eat again. After at least a year of aimless wandering, Quinn's humanity had shed to the point where he became a recruit for the Blood Army.
In the years to come, he found himself a perpetrator of atrocity and hatred that left the scars on his body looking pale in comparison to the ones on his soul.

Time came when his fragile mind could no longer be held together by acts of violence and in a fit of tormented rage, he attempted to desert the Blood Army. It was a long night of heated pursuit, but eventually Quinn managed to scrap his way tooth and nail away from them. Not without them leaving a permanent mark on him. A combination of a hunting knife, a vicious dog and a grenade had left him short one eye, an arm torn open and a hideous burn to the left side of his face (though in a morbid twist of fate, the burn he sustained aided the cauterization of his gaping eye wound).
In the following days stumbling through the wastes in a septic daze, he eventually collapsed along the path of a traveling caravan. The goodly folk cared for him and nurtured him as much as they could.
He traveled with them for a time, before deciding that they were better off without the danger he would bring them.

Personality: Quinn is a man who says little, yet never minces his words. He's a very cold, closed-off man. The type of guy who has lost everything twice over, so tries to gain as little as possible.
Clinging to his oldest habits, Quinn is not at all above a bit of honest labour to pay his way. A life of hard work left him with a good physique and has managed to keep him from feeling his age too much.
He has been trying to atone for all the terrible things he did as a member of the Blood Army, and will often help those in need almost unconditionally.

Gear:
-Weapon 1 (optional): A simple colt revolver, chambered with .44 rounds.


-Weapon 2 (optional): A machete, equally useful for utility and combat.


-Clothing: All of Quinn's clothing is quite tattered and bears evidence of numerous repairs. A pair of heavy combat boots, sturdy jeans, a simple tee and a very crude yet heavy duty poncho, a strip of which has been cut off to fashion a face wrapping which covers his missing eye and the burn he sustained to that side of his face.

-Items: A set of basic tools (screwdrivers, wrench, hammer etc.), a pair of spare bootlaces, 17 rounds of .44 ammunition (including what's already chambered), a water skin, simple flashlight and a rucksack.

Role: Quinn is a drifter, who doesn't like to remain tethered to any place for too long. He makes his way from settlement to settlement, offering his skills and services as a contractor to whoever may need repairs or handy work done. Sometimes, an assassination may be requested. Quinn tends to turn these offers down...most of the time.

[Karos]

Chris Field

Name: Chris Field
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Bio: Chris was a medical student before the war, he spent his time in a mixture of study, volunteer work and sports (rock-climbing, hiking, jogging and shooting). When the war began he enlisted with the US medical core and spent several years as a combat medic attached to a platoon of special forces troopers. He was close with nearly all of them by the time the bombs hit. At first they hadn't really been sure of him but after he stitched them all back together a few times they just saw him as another one of the guys.

It was on a routine deployment that the bombs hit. Chris' platoon was flying into Washington when their chinook was hit by the blast wave of one of the RP2W's, the bird was swatted out of the air.

The next thing Chris remembers is waking up in the wreckage of the Chinook. Miraculously he was still in one piece, he soon wished he wasn't however. He checked the rest of the men, his friends but they'd all died in the crash. He sat in the wreckage for what seemed like hours before pulling himself together gathering up everything of use and setting out into the ruins of D.C. in the hope of finding what might be left of the Federal government.

Personality: Chris is above all an altruistic soul, he tries to help those in need where possible and is a deeply principled individual. This means he can be rather stubborn at times, but whilst this can be rather irksome he's as loyal a man as you'd ever care to meet.

Weapon 1: M16A4

Weapon 2: M11

Clothing: Chris still wears his military gear. He wears urban camo fatigues and body armour complete with helmet, boots, gloves, tactical vest and goggles. He also carries a gas mask.
Items:
5 MRE's
6 spare M16A4 magazines
6 spare M11 magazines
Combat Knife
Torch
Portable Radio
Field dressing kit and general medical supplies
Canteen

[Tsar Gatto]

Charlotte Green

Character Sheet

Name:
Charlotte Green

Age:
23

Gender:
Female

Bio:
Charlotte was overseas on a college trip when the bombs fell and wiped out a large portion of the human race, having travelled from her family home in what was once known as the United Kingdom. Fortunate to be away from any real population centre she survived with a small group of her classmates and a professor holed up in the somewhat remote cabin that their trip had rented throughout the martial law period (What little communication they had with the authorities soon stopped). They remained for some several months surviving as best they could on what little supplies they had, trying to get as much information as possible about the outside world and the fate of their native country. Inevitably the small group had to leave their relative safety and return to what was once civilization before they starved to death. It did not go well.

Hardly prepared for the devastation and death that greeted them as they made their way slowly into the city they saw the remains of countless killed by both the bombs and several more killed more recently. Somewhat naively the group went looking for help, but instead stumbled across one of the many savage gangs that had crept up filling the power vacuum left by the now gone authorities. Before they could even introduce themselves Charlotte’s professor was greeted with a hail of bullets, killing both him and another student instantly. Fleeing for their lives Charlotte was separated from all but one of her male classmates and friend, the pair of them running until they could run no more, taking refuge in a now thoroughly dilapidated building.

They spent several days hiding and attempting to survive, but it was soon disrupted when in the middle of the night they were stumbled upon by a trio of cruel scavengers. Unable to escape it soon became clear that the interlopers had rather unsavoury desires, having stumbled upon a young and relatively undamaged woman with little to no protection one thing sprang into their minds. Charlotte struggled against them frantically and somewhat hysterically, aided briefly by her friend (until one of the men buried his hunting knife in his gut and kicked him to the ground). Biting, kicking and screaming Charlotte somehow managed to grab onto a loose piece of concreate and swing it with all of her strength into one of the men’s heads as he tried to unfasten his pants, giving her the briefest moment to scramble away and run. In her panicked state she fled into what was once a kitchen, sadly with no other exits – the remaining two men now stood between her and her survival. Fortunately for Charlotte the kitchen was still littered with cooking implements and so as they both charged at her she managed to clumsily grab a large knife, as the first man tried to grab her and force her to the ground she fought with everything she had.

A screaming blur of adrenaline and several scuffles later Charlotte found herself curled up on the ground sobbing, covered in the blood of her would be killers. Her body ached from the numerous bruises and small cuts she had sustained and her mind was a mess, but she was otherwise not seriously hurt.

Making her way back she was just in time to watch her last friend bleed to death as she frantically tried to stop the flow. At the very least the now dead men had enough supplies on them to keep her alive and moving.

The next few months surviving presented a huge learning curb to the young woman, she slowly and cautiously began to move from place to place, scavenging and surviving as she went. After the first three men she had killed she took few chances and generally came to avoid all other people she came across, though it was not always possible and as a result she has now killed seven attackers in ‘self-defence’ (though truth be told she wonders if she couldn’t have avoided the last few…)
Now hardened to the outside world, Charlotte is vastly different from the carefree happy girl that once came to this country.

Personality:
What remains of Charlotte’s personality is vastly different from what it once was, now severely guarded and cautious when it comes to meeting outsiders, seeing them now as only threats to be avoided or opportunities to be exploited. She has somewhat lost faith that there are any decent people left alive out there and so is becoming as harsh and uncaring as the outside world.

Currently Charlotte is a something of a tipping point in terms of her personality, poised to plunge off the deep end and become the very thing that has caused her so much suffering and pain to begin with. Though retreating into her own shell it may not be too late for her to come back into the light before she turns her back on the world permanently.

Gear:
- Hunting Knife: The same knife that ended the life of her friend, Charlotte took it and has developed a somewhat macabre liking to it.

- Clothing:
Charlotte wears the clothing she came with, though now somewhat ragged and patched up. Her jeans were once a clear light blue colour, but are now smeared with countless stains so they appear a much darker shade, the knees have ripped out and been patched several times. Similarly a light green vest remains hidden under a grubby dark gray hoody that has been fixed several times and has now got several additional pockets and even a bandolier fixed into it. A green afghan hangs around her neck and she often uses to cover her face, which when combined with her hood at least hides her face when appropriate. Her once flawless shoes are now worn through and similar covered in such grime it would be impossible to distinguish what colour they once were.

-Items:
Basic first aid kit (mostly used)
Heavy flashlight (no battery)
Canteen
Box of cereal bars (12), Skittles, Tin of Tuna, Tin of tomato soup, Jerky.
Carton of cigarettes (3)
Lighter & Fluid (1/2 empty)
$14,012 (found on a corpse)
Flare gun & 2 red flares.

Role:
Charlotte hasn't found a role as such, though some very well may start to describe her as a wanderer or even rogue, perhaps some going even as far as bandit - though to be fair at this point that would be an exaggeration.

[Always]

Name: Alyssa Samara Chase

Age: 21

Gender: female

Bio: When the war began, Alyssa managed to run away as her home town was attacked. She was out, walking with a few of her friends when it happened. It was a shock to all of them, even though the war was only a couple of miles away. They never thought it would go where they live, but it did.
It was an average day after school, they were on there way to there favorite coffee shop, when bang! A bomb as dropped on the city. Luckily they were far away from the blast to not be dead. Instead they were thrown on the ground by the impact of it.
Slammed on the ground was a blur for a few minutes, till they figured out what was going on. They stood up and ran towards the woods as they did trying to ignore there injuries e best they could. The group of kids ran for about 30 minutes before they stopped.
They examined there injury's and such as not saying a word, well what could they say. They knew what they left behind and what was no longer there. The words couldn't find there mouth, and the tears couldn't find there eyes.
They stayed together and lasted a bit of time. This all came to end when they were found. At the moment they were staying in a deserted house. They were practictly living there, trying to recover, and trying to stay alive. It was a great place, until the blood army came. They broke down the door and shot at everyone in there. It sent the friends in a panic and they all ran for there lives. Alyssa made it out the window, being in her room.
She attempted to run, but was caught by one of the members of the blood army. Instead of killing her, like they did to all of her friends., they took her in a slave. She was forced to work for them and such as such.
This lasted till there was a rebil attack on the group. All the members of the gang atacked and wile they were preoccupied, aly and a few of the others managed to run away. They made it out safely, but went there separate ways. Ever since then she has been a survivor that stayed on her own.

Personality: Ever since she was born Aly has been many things depending on which side of her you met. Somethings were always the same though, such as her sarcastic joking side. This never went away, no matter what she did. The other side of her was her trouble maker side. This could show by her cheering some one on to do something, starting a minor fight, though it never went further than words, or even maybe talking back to one of the adults. It was never anything she was scared of in this matter. She only had one goal, to fit in and keep her friends close. Sure she had a few enemies but this didn't effect her much. She was more of one of those people who didn't care about anyone but her friends opinions. Even though Aly is very sociable, she only talks to people in her bubble. This means she isn't completely outgoing to new people, or one to give people an actual chance. When she is around her friends and people she likes she has a nice, fun side. She can be considered a bit crazy and talkitive, since she is almost never quiet. She is also considered a major partier. She isn't very logical also and doesn't think most times, she just acts. Also never get on Alys bad side. She holds grudges for a while, whether or not they are worth it. Along with this she doesn't forgive easily. When angered she also could become somewhat violent, and also can easily be angered. She can hold back somewhat but its not enough to stop her from swinging a punch, but she could never get angry enough to kill someone.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1 (optional): A silver Baby Desert Eagle Air Pistol- Silver- Co2 BB Gun .177 Caliber


-Weapon 2 (optional): She has a pink pocket knife that she keeps in her pocket all of the time. It is about 5 inches long and is also very simple. It has a silver blade.


-Clothing:She wears a ripped pair of pants, a simple shirt and a sweatshirt over it usually. Nothing that is exactly that much.

-Items: She has some water and food, though it is limited. She also has a backpack. She has a roll of bandages, peroxide, painkillers, a flashlight, spare change of cloths, and also duct tape.((yus! Xd cuz yea))

Role: She is a survivor who tends to travel around and gain supply's. She is scared to stay in one positition.

[BurningCold]

Kane

Colored Edition Coming Soon

Name:
Kane Abellian

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Bio:
A baby cries. It’s you. Mom smiles. She pats your back, calls you her dear little boy. Tears cease. Dad pulls you away. Comfort lost. This is his first time looking at you. He gives you that strange half smile. The first of many. He says you’re a bit small. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.

Swing. Crack. Whoosh. Sweat drips as you run. Third plate. Not bad. You look at Dad in the bleachers. Half smile. You see his eyes though. You know he’s proud. Shining stars. Not small anymore. Tall, athletic. A model baseball player. You win the game for your team. Good job.

Snow falls. Wind blows. Laughter in the kitchen. Your family invited the neighbors over to celebrate. Everyone loves Christmas. You’re not with them though. No. You’re in your bedroom. With a girl. She has her hands on her hips, standing in front of the door. It’s closed. Well? You see that look in her eye. She’s annoyed. She’s waiting. Gulp. You shuffle over to her. Now! You stand on your tippy toes to get closer. She’s two years older. You kiss her gently. You should see your face. Red as a rose. She smirks. This time, she kisses you. She leans down. Her lips are soft.

She moved away today. The kiss goodbye was tender, sweet. You gazed into her eyes for one last time. Not lovingly. No, you’re far too young for that. But adoration? Absolutely. You feel a bit down, but you’re strong. Don’t worry champ. She was only the first of many.

Dad didn’t come home today. Again. You remember the last time you saw him. Clear as day. He wordlessly kissed your forehead, tussled your hair, and walked out the door. Mom got drunk today. Again. You remember the last time she beat you. Clear as day. How could you forget? It was only a few hours ago. You lay crying softly in your bed, clutching the photo as you always do. That photo of you. With Mom and Dad. Smiling. Stupid child. Something inside of you begins to burn. Wildfire spreads. You’re angry. You walk into Mom’s room. There’s no need to be afraid, the alcohol knocked her out a while ago. You find Dad’s lighter. Same spot it’s always been in. Grab the lighter. Shuffling feet. Let the fire cleanse. Embers engulf you, and Mom, and Dad. Smiling. The ashes of that picture tumble into oblivion.

Swing. Crack. Groan. Sweat drips as you try to scurry away. Mom is strong though. Quick too. Hands grabbing. Child struggling. When she’s finished, you’re in pain. Bruised. Bleeding. You look at her face. Fury. Heavy breathing. Contempt. Happy birthday.

A voice screams. It’s Mom. You smile. You drive the kitchen knife further into her chest, and call her a bitch. Tears begin to fall. The screamings cease, and her lifeforce pulls away. This is your last time looking at her. The fire engulfs the house in mere minutes. You’re already out the door. She was your first victim. The first of many. You’re a bit rusty. Don’t worry, you’ll grow.

Chomp. Salt. Ketchup. Cheese. Beef. It’s a good burger. You’ve been wandering for about a year now. Don’t fear. No one is looking. The fire burned everything. You are a dead man. A clever man. Then you spy her. Cute short hair. Legs up to here. Low cut top. You walk over. Chat her up. Twirling hair. Nervous laughter. She wants you. That night, she gets you. You skip town the next morning. Better this way.

Warm and slick. Blood. Ridiculous. He should have given up the wallet. You need the money more than he does. It doesn’t matter now. One hundred bucks. A good haul. You rise. Rain falls. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.

The bombs fell today. Boom. Chaos. Music to your ears. To some the bombs mean death. To you they mean freedom.

You grin. Predatory. The man cowers at your feet. Whoosh. Crack. The kick hits him square in the jaw. He falls onto his back. Raise the gun. He begs for mercy. Cock it. He’s crying now. Squeeze the trigger. The man never gets the chance to close his eyes. Dead. You find your employer later. This job pays well.

You’re right at home in the Blood Army. Killers for hire. Plenty of people that ought to be dead. Plenty of money. Blood and money. That’s all the world is. You think it’s a good world. The way things should be.

You were in over your head. He had too much protection. You were too tired. You should have turned back. Now blood drains from the spot your arm used to be. Good job. Stupid. You remember things. A half smile. Soft lips. Fire. Pain. Revenge. A good burger. Rough sex. Murder. Freedom. The Blood Army. The contract. Foolishness. Failure. Anger. You struggle to your feet. Gasoline all over. Shoot. Boom. Fire. Limp over. Cauterize. Scream.

Alone again. Naturally. Your lips twinge into a smirk. You’re not funny. Time to get a move on. You’re itching for a new kill.

Personality:
Kane is selfish and seldom acts out of kindness alone. If he’s helping someone, do not doubt that he is getting something out of it. While he can act polite, even charming, it’s all a facade. Kane is a monster in man’s skin.

Gear:
-Weapon 1:

My Hider

An S&W .500 revolver
-Weapon 2: (as depicted in image)
A metal pipe with a railway spike hammered through it, quite dangerous when in Kane’s hands.
-Clothing: Shown in picture
-Items: A harmonica
Role:
Kane is an ex Blood Army soldier that now operates as an independent mercenary.

[SaikaAnge]

Celty

Name: Celty Farron
Age: 24
Gender: Female

Bio:
Celty grew up with her brother. Together they played ‘War’, a game where they joined together to battle mystical creatures and other people to save the world. It was their own form of house. She grew up as a tomboy with her brother until he was drafted into the war on her 19th birthday. Following in his footsteps Celty joined the US Air Force and became a pilot. She flew various missions: dangerous ones, easy ones, ones that almost got her blown out of the sky.

She then left service a couple years before everything went down and moved to a more rural area. Hunting for fun, she learned quickly how to use a bow and butcher animals for food. Celty stayed mostly to herself in a cabin, but did go to towns on occasion when she wanted something different to eat or needed anything in particular.

When things went down and the world went to hell Celty quickly packed what she needed into a backpack and began to travel. She feared large cities so she kept her distance from them. Being smart about her moves, she never stayed in one place for too long. Surviving meant hunting and scavenging while also being smart when it came to trusting other people.

While traveling with a small group she heard rumors of a group called the Blood Army. Choosing to stay away from them she broke away from the small group and went back on her own, where she felt safest at the moment.

Personality:
Shy around new people but daring. Not one for long, drawn out conversations. Celty is a social antisocial person. Pretty ironic, but when she gets to know someone and trust them, she will do whatever she can for them, but until she knows them she is weary and cautious around them. Celty is also polite and soft spoken, often useful when breaking up an argument or settling a dispute. Great negotiator, and no quick to make snap judgments. Patient and calm in stressful or intense situations.
Also very caring and almost acts like a sister to hose she's close with.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1 (optional): Tactical bow, with place for arrows

-Weapon 2 (optional): Sniper rifle, with silencer

-Clothing: Ripped jeans, black tank top with a loose shirt over, sweater tied around her waist, moccasin style boots
-Items: In her backpack she has a flashlight, lighter, small rock and hardwood to make new arrows, a couple bottles for water, small rations of food, cloth scavenged from bodies, and a switchblade she keeps on her hip

Role:
Celty is a survivor who lives off the land, never staying in one place too long. Due to her shyness, she keeps to herself mostly, but will interact with other survivors that she trusts enough to.

[Shoe Thief]

Name: Hunter Monroe

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Bio:
Hunter grew up... everywhere it seemed. His father was in the army, and his mom was a doctor that traveled with his father's unit. In basics, he was always familiar with strict rules and with firearm safety. At the age of 16 he started working with several guns at shooting ranges. Despite not meeting up to the Army's requirements he was still a decent shot.

Hunter moved out at the age of 19, working a job at a local grocery store to make ends meet. After a year of this he got bored... And looked into a new line of work. To make his parents proud he joined the National guard and used his military line of work to help pay for college where he studied electrical engineering. Hunter got his degree and stayed with the national guard for years to come. Until the bombs started dropping.

When the bombs dropped, instead of going into active duty Hunter went AWOL, and ran. Scared shitless of dying he decided to run and see if he could find somewhere to survive. He figured if he ever got caught he could come up with some sort of lie to get out of trouble. Grabbing what gear he could carry he ran for as long as he could. Though never being in peak condition he relied on his other skill sets to help him survive. Things like his skill with a rifle, his ability to make electricity out of scraps, poorly filtering water to a barely drinkable level. His poor excuse for hunting (Blasting a rabbit with a high powered rifle and snacking on the remains).

Personality:
Hunter is not the leader type. He is more of a self aware follower. He's also the kind of person who will do anything for those he cares about. Overall he is a kind and considerate person, despite being a total smart ass. Sometimes he's just an asshole. He's not very mature, but he will tend to call people out when they are immature as well. Making him a total hypocrite. He tries to be trusting with people, but many times he is either over trusting or extremely paranoid risking people's live sin the process.

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:

M4A1

Sawed Off shotgun

-Clothing: Hunter has several different outfits in his possession. One being his Camouflage fatigues, t-shirts and jeans, cargo shorts, and his green cap. More often then not he will wear a T-shirt, his military cargo pants, and his green cap.

-Items:
-

Hatchet

-Satchel used for holding odds and ends.
-simple backpack.
-Limited food. (Day or two at best)
-Bandages.
-Loose bullets, some for his guns, some ammunition's that are just common and he's hoping to find a gun for them.
-Copper wire.
-Pocket items (Pen, wallet, coins, ect...)

Role: Hunter is a survivor. Not the best of them, but the skills he has makes him good enough to survive. Hunter likes to collect bullets, find electrical scrap including copper wire, and would do about anything for a decent meal at this point.

[Vas Khaleen]

Name:Jess Bell

Age:27

Gender:Female

Bio:Jess was a simple girl before the war broke out, living in Russelville, Alabama; learning at a young age how to live in the woods by herself and hunt the war took both her brothers and sickness her parents leaving her to strike out across the fallen country alone. Lily decided to travel out across the nation, taking an old west moniker for herself brashly displaying her silver plated revolvers anywhere she went; more oft than not getting herself into tricky spots forcing her to become quite a good improvisor. Escaping a hanging, two different imprisonments and several tight relationships, truly thriving in the anarchy that consumed most of the world; becoming quite a self-serving individual in response to the horrors.

Personality:Suave,self-interested,independent,freedom loving

Gear: What you travel with. I'd like it to be set up like this:
-Weapon 1:1840 Navy Colt .44 cal silver plated
-Weapon 2:1851 Griswold .45 cal silver plated revolver
-Weapon 3:Winchester 1894 .30-.30 cal
-Weapon 4:12 inch combat knife, single edge serrated back.

-Clothing:
-Steel toed leather boots
-Worn blue jeans
-button up white shirt

-Items:
-Field medic kit (sewing thread and needle, bandages, one morphine shot, medical saw.)
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Role:Survivor, degenerate, gunslinger, robber, general chaotic neutral.

Bio is short but i plan to reveal more of her past through the roleplay, story telling style.

[Gelatinous Cube]

I like it. Feel free to slot yourself in wherever you can.