AnneLynch

Hello

Welcome aboard, [@TearsofJoy!]!!

Well hello there!

Welcome Back, @PURRfect93!!

Here for a good time (and hopefully a long time)

Welcome aboard, @Potclean!

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Just started in one thread.
I want more.

What Are You Listening To?

Disparition - Electronica

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

I'll definitely be interested in this. I'll keep an eye on this thread for a while.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Devon C. Baines

Devon was up against a cold wall of Creature's room. He loomed over her, hands pressed on the surface just above her head. Devon had her eyes turned down, almost holding her breath. "You think you're the baddest bitch in town, dontcha?" He hissed. "You know you wouldn't have that fake confidence if it wasn't for me. I can see right through that hard exterior." Devon took in a deep breath through her nose, feeling chills run down her body at the sensation of his breath on her neck. She felt Creature's fingers slither under her chin, lifting it to look her glassy, green eyes. "Look at me, Devi." She twitched, slowly looking up and into his deep blues. Devon could feel herself being able to relax, taking a slower, deep breath. "You wouldn't make it out there." Creature spoke softly to her. "And for what? A bigger purpose? Get out of your head, dear, there's nothing left from the old world in this wasteland. You're purpose is here...with me. You're safe and never alone as long as you're here with me."
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Fleetwood Subway Station

Devon still couldn't get out of her head. She could hear Creature like he were whispering in her ear through the hazmat suit she wore. She could feel his long fingers grazing her face and jaw. Eventually, she could hear him growl and roar, "Fine! Go then! You're an independent girl, right? Fuckin' go! You don't need me!" Devon could remember being thrown out of the gangs hideout, begging Creature to stop. That she had changed her mind. That she was sorry. That was the day before Creature died, beaten and mangled by his own men. Men who didn't believe in their egotistical leader who paid more mind drinking and claiming untrue actions that were never made. Creature was a talker, not a doer.

Since arriving to meet this Pariah, Devon paid little mind to the others around her. She observed their faces, but didn't listen to any of the conversations going on. They were just voices on top of voices, unless there was a direct command or whenever the group got the word to move out.

What the hell was Devon doing here, anyway? Why was she called here? She wasn't a marksman, or a medic, or had any special suit of armor or skills. During her days wandering the wasteland, after Creature's death, she felt more comfortable moving and killing without a trace of her existence being known. That was after giving groups and other wastelanders the benefit of the doubt. Well, here she was with another group that she was certain would either kill her, eat her, or see her useless. There was a spot deep in her that wanted to give people another try.

She came out of her spaced out zone, noticing the group almost coming to a stop and a voice in the radio. "The wall. The barrier that keeps everything in Necropolis." Her eyes traced one side, of the underground ceiling above, to the other. She grimaced a little at the sound, feeling a tingle that was between a tickle and an itch in her ears.

Devon could hear the voices in the communicator. Someone quoted, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." She held back a chuckle, halfly smiling. Hope. That was all Devon wanted.

Fallout: Into the Storm

Devon C. Baines

Devon C. Baines

_{{ "...." }}

- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |

Devon C. Baines

| {Nickname/Callsign} |

Dev or Devi

| {Age} |

27

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Face Claim} |

Lisbeth Salander/Rooney Mara

| {Dialogue Color} |

Yellow

| {Appearance} |

Devon is a very thin young lady standing at 5'5". She mostly wears dark clothes, regardless of the heat, to blend with the shadows she stays close to. Her frame suggests she doesn't eat much, but only because she rations her food supply very sparingly, however it helps her to move quietly and quickly. As taught by her previous so called 'companion' who said men tend to grab hair first, she keeps her hair short and cuts it with her knife if she feels it gets too long.

---

- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |

Devon is not as emotionless or unwelcoming as her stone gaze or quiet demeanor gives her off to be; it's just her poker face. She tends to live in her own thoughts and listens more than she speaks, unless she feels what she has to say is important; or if she feels comfortable speaking out. She's only ever trusted one person, her previous companion, and was taught to not trust anyone. However, after the death of her companion, Devon became more angry, scared and lonely than when he was alive. She detached herself from reality and built a psychological wall of cement around her. Sometimes she talks or mumbles to herself to fill whatever void of loneliness she could to keep her from going insane, if she isn't already. Though she had never attached herself to anyone except her previous companion, and was taught to never do so, she longs for people and friendship.
However, Devon has no fear as far as defending herself or doing whatever she can to survive.

| {Fears/Limitations} |

Other than her utter fear of being alone forever in an unforgiving wasteland, she fears the people that dwell in it. So many times that Devon could have joined a camp or group that she came across, that she felt she could have trusted, came about to be group of cannibals or rapists.

| {Place of Origin} |

Somewhere in South Carolina

| {Background} |

Unsure of how their relationship came to be to begin with, Devon only remembers living and traveling with Seth, who preferred to be called by his self-proclaimed title 'Creature'. An egotistical leader of a bandit group, Seth made it law that if anyone, preferably women, was found alive was to be brought to him. A group of Seth's men found Devon out cold and severely mal-nourished. When brought back to Creature, his men thought that Devon would be of no value to the market, but Creature, desperate for revenue, demanded her to be brought back to health before he executed his initial plan to sell her off.
However, Seth's plan never fully took flight. Whether it was a lustful infatuation for Devon or his addiction for control, Devon became Seth's little 'trophy' and for some reason, she liked it. Devon grew attached to her captor and eventually felt love for him. Seth's intentions may have been twisted in Devon's mind, feeling that he was acting out of love and protection. Devon did anything for him and killed anyone who threatened him or his position.
Eventually, the 'All-Mighty Creature' met his demise and Devon was left wandering the wasteland. With no guidance or direction, she merely existed alone with no purpose left except for death; though, she didn't have the heart to kill herself.

---

- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |

Scout: Being a woman of little words and observant eyes and ears, she's able to eavesdrop easily whether on a minor conversation simply overheard or important information/intel needed.
Drawing: Devon has a photographic memory, but prefers to keep things on paper just in case.
Scavenger: Devon's small frame gives her the ability to move quickly and quietly, giving her a chance to take whatever she may need to survive.

| {Possessions} |

A medium sized rucksack
A worn journal and what's left of a No. 2 pencil
Over the shoulder canteen
3x Stimpaks

| {Combat Skills} |

Melee: Devon keeps a couple knives on her at all times, her own and her previous companions that she took off his body after he died. If unable to reach her knives, she can pretty much use anything in close proximity as a weapon.

| {Gear} |

1x Bowie Knife
1x Gas mask
1x Push Dagger
2x Dual Wield Trench Knives

Fallout: Into the Storm

@Alfhedil Thanks!! I'm pretty sure I'll have time to write and post this weekend!!

Fallout: Into the Storm

Hello!! Here is my character sheet.

Devon C. Baines

Devon C. Baines

_{{ "...." }}

- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |

Devon C. Baines

| {Nickname/Callsign} |

Dev or Devi

| {Age} |

27

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Face Claim} |

Lisbeth Salander/Rooney Mara

| {Dialogue Color} |

Yellow

| {Appearance} |

Devon is a very thin young lady standing at 5'5". She mostly wears dark clothes, regardless of the heat, to blend with the shadows she stays close to. Her frame suggests she doesn't eat much, but only because she rations her food supply very sparingly, however it helps her to move quietly and quickly. As taught by her previous so called 'companion' who said men tend to grab hair first, she keeps her hair short and cuts it with her knife if she feels it gets too long.

---

- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |

Devon is not as emotionless or unwelcoming as her stone gaze or quiet demeanor gives her off to be; it's just her poker face. She tends to live in her own thoughts and listens more than she speaks, unless she feels what she has to say is important; or if she feels comfortable speaking out. She's only ever trusted one person, her previous companion, and was taught to not trust anyone. However, after the death of her companion, Devon became more angry, scared and lonely than when he was alive. She detached herself from reality and built a psychological wall of cement around her. Sometimes she talks or mumbles to herself to fill whatever void of loneliness she could to keep her from going insane, if she isn't already. Though she had never attached herself to anyone except her previous companion, and was taught to never do so, she longs for people and friendship.
However, Devon has no fear as far as defending herself or doing whatever she can to survive.

| {Fears/Limitations} |

Other than her utter fear of being alone forever in an unforgiving wasteland, she fears the people that dwell in it. So many times that Devon could have joined a camp or group that she came across, that she felt she could have trusted, came about to be group of cannibals or rapists.

| {Place of Origin} |

Somewhere in South Carolina

| {Background} |

Unsure of how their relationship came to be to begin with, Devon only remembers living and traveling with Seth, who preferred to be called by his self-proclaimed title 'Creature'. An egotistical leader of a bandit group, Seth made it law that if anyone, preferably women, was found alive was to be brought to him. A group of Seth's men found Devon out cold and severely mal-nourished. When brought back to Creature, his men thought that Devon would be of no value to the market, but Creature, desperate for revenue, demanded her to be brought back to health before he executed his initial plan to sell her off.
However, Seth's plan never fully took flight. Whether it was a lustful infatuation for Devon or his addiction for control, Devon became Seth's little 'trophy' and for some reason, she liked it. Devon grew attached to her captor and eventually felt love for him. Seth's intentions may have been twisted in Devon's mind, feeling that he was acting out of love and protection. Devon did anything for him and killed anyone who threatened him or his position.
Eventually, the 'All-Mighty Creature' met his demise and Devon was left wandering the wasteland. With no guidance or direction, she merely existed alone with no purpose left except for death; though, she didn't have the heart to kill herself.

---

- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |

Scout: Being a woman of little words and observant eyes and ears, she's able to eavesdrop easily whether on a minor conversation simply overheard or important information/intel needed.
Drawing: Devon has a photographic memory, but prefers to keep things on paper just in case.
Scavenger: Devon's small frame gives her the ability to move quickly and quietly, giving her a chance to take whatever she may need to survive.

| {Possessions} |

A medium sized rucksack
A worn journal and what's left of a No. 2 pencil
Over the shoulder canteen

| {Combat Skills} |

Melee: Devon keeps a couple knives on her at all times, her own and her previous companions that she took off his body after he died. If unable to reach her knives, she can pretty much use anything in close proximity as a weapon.

| {Gear} |

2x Combat Knives (one being hers and one being Seth's)
1x Gas mask
1x Handmade Shiv