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Revenant: Chapter 2- The Hunted (A Sci-Fi Adventure)

@Crossfire What is the in-universe status of cybernetics/gene mods?

The Fall of Faith: A Journey Home

Sadly I think I'm going to withdraw from things, as I just can't get a character together.

The Fall of Faith: A Journey Home

@MagratheanWhale@Luminosity Thank you both...I was hoping you had some secret online stash I could have a look at to save me all the frustrating poking about to find the right image :D

Ah well...it was a nice fantasy :p

EDIT: Now to try and find something that isn't stripper-tastic :/

The Fall of Faith: A Journey Home

@MagratheanWhale Where did you find the pics for your sheets?

The Fall of Faith - A Journey Home

This has my attention, and toying with a magic idea, but not sure about how to make it tie into the character's environment though..

New players needed in on-going space western!

Allison

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Allison Idland-Naden

_{Fuck, I wish I still had that armour…}

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Character Summary

Name: Allison Ray Idland-Naden
Aliases: Allie, Arin, Ari, Rin [See: Criminal Record]
Age: 28
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Mars
Allegiance: Herself
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pilot/Smuggler/Merc

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Appearance

Height: 5’9“
Build: Tallish and well muscled.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Caucasian
Tattoos:

• ‘Hold’ {Right Hand - Fingers}
• Pocket Watch with no hands {Right Forearm - Inside}
• ’Fast’ {Left Hand - Fingers}
• Skull with banner ‘Can’t Take The Sky From Me’ {Left Shoulder}
• Phoenix with outstretched wings {Back - Full}
• ’Into The Black’ {Collarbone}

Scars:

• Tip missing from right ear {Close call during a gun fight}
• Burn from wrist of left hand to elbow {Second degree burn from over loaded power relay}
• Cut and puncture marks full length of both legs. {Crash landing after shuttle craft was shot down}

Piercings: Six {Three per ear}
Personal Style: Normally whatever won’t get her picked up for ‘Public Indecency’ and can conceal a weapon.

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Personality:

Abrasive * Self-Centered * Aggressive * Sarcastic * Focused * Tired

Relationship Status: Single
interview:
How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
“Heard you were looking for warm bodies and I need a ride out.”
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
”One of the few good things outta flight training, the tighter shit gets the more focused I get. Panic in a cockpit is a great way to end up dead.”
What do you think about the government?
”Fuck ‘em.”
What do you think about people not of your species?
”If they don’t fuck with me, we’re golden. They try shit, I drop ‘em…same goes for humans.”
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
Starts laughing hard for a moment or two “Okay, okay…” Takes a few gasping breaths while giggling. “I’m good, I’m good…I swear…”
How would your acquaintances describe you?
”A mean bitch in a bar fight, a worse drunk and if they’re smart, a damned good pilot!”
How would your mother describe you?
”Don’t fuckin’ know, don’t fuckin’care…”
How would you describe yourself?
”I don’t fucking know…one more asshole just trying to keep her dumb ass alive if for no other reason than to spite the Universe?”Shrugs

What do you know about us?
”You folks need a pilot, don’t really need to know much more, so long as the pay is fair.”
Why do you want this job?
”I need to fly. Leave me dockside or planetside too long and I get twitchy, bored and probably with another arrest warrant.”
Why should I hire you?
”If you’re on the ‘fun’ side of the Law, you need a good pilot or you may as well just put yourself in lock up…fortunately for you, here I am!”

Habits:

• Hums when nervous
• Fidgets with any small item in her hands/near by

Hobbies:

• Reading
• Drawing (B&W pencil/charcoal)

Fears:

• Getting ‘spaced’
• Fire/Burning
• Open Oceans
• Dying a slow death
• Getting marooned planetside

Likes:

• Good Liquor
• Recreational stimulants
• Old fashioned bar brawls (no weapons, just fists/feet etc)
• Flying
• Pretty Girls
• Drawing those around her

Dislikes:

• Assholes
• Law Enforcement
• Watered down liquor
• Being a passenger
• Her family

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Information:

General Skills:

• Ships Pilot (Graduated in the Top 10, despite other issues)
• Excellent close quarters fighting (both armed and unarmed, largely taught ‘on the job’)
• Decent general mechanic
• Decent cook (Though is more than happy to let someone else cook…generally)

Specialty Skills:

• Can make even the most unlikely/ungainliest ship absolutely ‘dance’ (”I make no promises as to what shape it’ll be in after I’m done tho’…”)
• Can build a pretty decent ‘Engine Room Still’ out of almost anything
• Drawings can be almost photo-realistic

Inventory:

• Clothing
  • Military-style flight boots
  • Cargo Pants
  • T-shirt/tank top
  • Long sleeved shirt
  • Heavy cloth coat
  • Underarm holster for pistol
  • (Optional) Tactical vest/plate carrier with mag pouches and single point clip for compact PDW
• Large boot knife
• Sketchbook
• Drawing supplies
• Flask
• Ammo {Pistol and PDW are the same calibre}

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History:

Reason for joining crew:
She can’t sit still on a planet or station. She has a ever burning need to fly, and so long as she’s got that, the ‘who’, ’where’ and ’why’ don’t really matter to her.
History:

Like anyone else about her age, she was born back in the ‘Old Worlds’, but she only has a few faint and fragmentary memories of any of that. She grew up on Artemis, and from a fairly young age was convinced she’d been a mistake. The youngest of three, she grew up being totally ignored by her siblings and dismissed by her parents.

Her early life was not a pleasant one, but the one thing she is still grateful to her parents for was sending her to a military school at the age of fifteen, for the simple fact that it introduced her to flying. Like her stints in the civilian schools, she had a near constant run-in with the authority, but what saved her was her fantastic flight records. At eighteen she enlisted for flight training, and while she continued to excel in that vein, the rest of her time was a complete disaster.

While she did manage to graduate from Flight School with extremely high marks she was told, rather emphaticly, that it would be best if she resigned now with an Honourable Discharge while she still had the chance. Taking her superior officer’s ‘advice’ she did just that, and knowing the absolute shit-fit she’d have to endure when her parent caught wind of things, she hopped the first shuttle she fount heading for spacedock.

Since then she’s flown everything from human built trash haulers to Verren designed strike fighters on jobs from totally above board, to outright piracy.

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Extras

Character Quote: “Nobody get out of life alive, so may as well have fun!”
Theme Song:Born To Raise Hell - Motorhead
Criminal Record Convicted

• Public Intoxication [18 counts]
• Public Urination [6 Counts]
• Mischief [45 Counts]
• Assault [3 Counts]
• Grand Theft Shuttle [1 Count]
• Attempted Murder [1 Count]

Outstanding Warrents

• Piracy [3 Counts - Wanted alias(es): Jenny Pace-Paul, Toni Duke]
• Murder [5 Counts - Wanted alias(es): Jenny Pace-Paul]
• Arson [2 Counts - Wanted alias(es): Glenda Lott, Toni Duke]
• Sexual Interference with a Minor [1 Count] ”That ones bullshit! It’s not like I meant to pass out buck naked in a school field…and anyways, the staff should’ve spotted me long before the kiddies got there!”

Anything Else: N/A

New players needed in on-going space western!

If possible, I'd like to throw my hat into the ring for a slot.

Walmageddon: Shopping Spree [CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

^{@Mercenary Lord}

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He did not like the Spillway. Growing up, even as a Mechanic-to-be and not one of Autontire’s common folk, water was something to be used sparingly. As such he never learned to swim, and with his armour he doubted he’d even float; not that he’d even want stick a foot in the foul smelling sludge that was the Spillway, even if he could swim. Instead he sat in the common area of the vessel he found himself on, pack beside him and helm resting on a table, once more reading the words of the Prophet Haynes to help calm him.

He knew the words by heart now, his Manual once pristine when he set out, was now tattered and travel stained, the simple act of opening the book and scanning the holy words doing much to calm him. Mind settling, he thought back to what led him here; the job for him was merely a means to and end, a way for him to keep moving forward on his quest. He’d found the shelves in many Departments would gladly pay a traveler in food, drink or accommodation in exchange for assistance. He had gone so far and been given so much simply by helping fix wayward mechanical devices, or lending a strong arm to protect a small shelf from the predations of Cultists or other lower forms of life.

His mind wandered as he contemplated his life so far, when a voice brought him back to the present; a young ‘Tron girl was attempting conversation. While Silverado was certainly content to sit with his own thoughts for company, he wasn’t adverse to getting to know the others he was sharing the journey with.

”Hello, young one,” He said with an affable smile. ”I am Brother Silverado Mechanic-Roadbound from far off Autontire.”

He studied the ‘Tron openly for a few more moments. He’d encountered her people from time to time, either traders or raid parties, in other Departments, but he had never ventured into their own aisle. ”Tell me,” He said eventually. ”Have you ever heard any tales of a mighty army equipped much like I am, near your home? It would have been from many model years before your own makers births. They were a great Crusade raised to cast down the vile Smilers, but sadly they were lost to the Wal. I seek to find what happened and to bring their warranties to peace before the Big Three.”

Walmageddon: Shopping Spree [CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]

{Withdrawn}

DEAD ISLAND 💀🌴

^{@Zoey White@Delphio}

Eliza waved a placating hand to Mike as she returned with her pipe hammer. ”Don’t worry, there’s enough stuff there for days, even if you don’t ration yourself.” Dropping to a squat over the stuff she’d brought back earlier, she began to divide the supplies equally between the packs, though as she did so she shot a quick glare at both Mike and June. ”We’re not abandoning anyone to those things, clear? Sure he’s an asshole, but we’ve all got to be better then that. The only way to make it out of this, is if we all watch each others back alright?”

Slinging a pack over he shoulders, she picked up three of the other packs and the crowbar that Carter had discarded on the floor. Heading over to the two Frenchwomen, she handed them each a pack and gave June the crowbar. ”Here, I know you’ll have to get closer if you have to use it, but it’ll hold up better then that shower rod.” She added motioning to the badly bent one she’d been using earlier, that now sat abandoned on the floor.

That done, she retrieved her hammer before heading over to Carter and handing him the third pack. Pushing it into his hands, she gave him her best ‘Don’t Fuck This Up’ glare before going and distributing the rest of the packs to everyone else. ”Alright, anyone not armed should fix that right now.” She said, looking to Cole. ”Save the 9 mm for emergencies, fuck knows if we’ll find any more ammo.”

”Mike, two questions. One, do you have any portable radios? I think we should take several if you’ve got ‘em. Two, where are the keys for the shit in the garage kept? I’d rather not have to hunt for them.”