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MY COMPUTER IS NOW FIXED HALLELUJAH
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7 yrs ago
jesus tits, nothing kills your soul like not having a whole day to yourself in 3 months
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7 yrs ago
what's fun? having 4 people quit and leave you with 3 people to run a store...
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7 yrs ago
sometimes I want to sleep for 80 years
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Cold, Old, oh so very full of mold.
I am Bean. 26/genderqueer
I am old as shit, and have been RPing for well over a decade. Hit me up with some of that isekai shit.

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Name: Freya Crawford

Age: 20

Gender/Sex: Female/ agender (Identifies with no gender)

HUSK

IF HUSK WITH ARTIFICIAL SOUL, LIST SOUL DEFECTS: One whole soul, prone to exaggerating emotions, especially melancholy, anxiety, and worry. It impedes on her memories like cement in an ant hive; Only the most recent, and most distant ones are accessible.

Appearance: Freya stands at five foot six, and built like an elegant tank. Under her faded dusty-green armored jumpsuit, She's got a build like an olympic runner, her suntanned skin freckled in the places the sun hit the most, with several small, deep scars over her abdomen, thighs, and chest. Her sun-bleached blonde hair is just past her shoulders, ties into to loose pigtails, fastened with red hairbands, with medium sized plastic balls on them, with bangs just starting to spill over her mirrored sunglasses, which she never parts with. The eyes behind them are cold and hazel, looking as if she were an inch from being a walking corpse. Her ears are pierced, three times on the left one, and four on the right, as a sign of the numbers of survivors she had brought in. There are several lighter scars that are visible outside of the armor she wears- One just faintly over the bridge of her nose, and a smaller, deeper one on her right temple. There are several small black tattoos on her right ankle that signify her origins, starting with a solid black wing, then a feather, a doves' silhouette, a leaf, an egg, and ending with a birds' foot print.

Bio: Freya didn't start life as a husk. She used to be a survivor, from the colder, northern deserts, known for her ability to run a message to other groups of survivors faster than anyone before. She lived a life of danger, until one day,a husk patrol learned her rout. They took her down with a strike to the head, and drug her off, in the silence of the no-mans-land between survivor camps, to an Oasis nearby. She was then stripped of her soul, and enlisted in the ranks of Husk Patrols. Within a month of her capture, she had returned to her rout, bearing a false message that sent every survivor group straight to their capture. As a reward for bringing in so many survivors, the husk patrollers of the north pierced her ears, putting dull silver studs in them to signify her higher rank.
Later on, once even she could not locate any survivors anymore, the Higher Ones deployed her to another Oasis, in a much warmer climate. She has been there since, finding less success than she once had.

Extras: Barely remembers life before becoming a husk, Abhors the heat, Loves the colour red, never goes anywhere without her mirrored aviators, usually has a backup pair with her. Wing tattoos were performed on messengers all over survivors' networks, changing with the season to phase out any runners that may have been captured. Runners who survived past a season would get the next tattoo above the first, eventually leading a trail up their leg. Those tattoos were made with ink from pens that are scavenged,a stick, and needles that are older than anyone that's alive. They're performed by the oldest member of the group, and are rumored to be extremely painful, with a good chance of infection.
Name: Freya Crawford

Age: 20

Gender/Sex: Female/ agender

HUSK

IF HUSK WITH ARTIFICIAL SOUL, LIST SOUL DEFECTS: One whole soul, prone to exaggerating emotions, especially melancholy, anxiety, and worry. It impedes on her memories like cement in an ant hive; Only the most recent, and most distant ones are accessible.

Appearance: Freya stands at five foot six, and built like an elegant tank. Under her faded dusty-green armored jumpsuit, She's got a build like an olympic runner, her suntanned skin freckled in the places the sun hit the most, with several small, deep scars over her abdomen, thighs, and chest. Her sun-bleached blonde hair is just past her shoulders, ties into to loose pigtails, fastened with red hairbands, with medium sized plastic balls on them, with bangs just starting to spill over her mirrored sunglasses, which she never parts with. The eyes behind them are cold and hazel, looking as if she were an inch from being a walking corpse. Her ears are pierced, three times on the left one, and four on the right, as a sign of the numbers of survivors she had brought in. There are several lighter scars that are visible outside of the armor she wears- One just faintly over the bridge of her nose, and a smaller, deeper one on her right temple. There are several small black tattoos on her right ankle that signify her origins, starting with a solid black wing, then a feather, a doves' silhouette, a leaf, an egg, and ending with a birds' foot print.

Bio: Freya didn't start life as a husk. She used to be a survivor, from the colder, northern deserts, known for her ability to run a message to other groups of survivors faster than anyone before. She lived a life of danger, until one day,a husk patrol learned her rout. They took her down with a strike to the head, and drug her off, in the silence of the no-mans-land between survivor camps, to an Oasis nearby. She was then stripped of her soul, and enlisted in the ranks of Husk Patrols. Within a month of her capture, she had returned to her rout, bearing a false message that sent every survivor group straight to their capture. As a reward for bringing in so many survivors, the husk patrollers of the north pierced her ears, putting dull silver studs in them to signify her higher rank.
Later on, once even she could not locate any survivors anymore, the Higher Ones deployed her to another Oasis, in a much warmer climate. She has been there since, finding less success than she once had.

Extras: Barely remembers life before becoming a husk, Abhors the heat, Loves the colour red, never goes anywhere without her mirrored aviators, usually has a backup pair with her. Wing tattoos were performed on messengers all over survivors' networks, changing with the season to phase out any runners that may have been captured. Runners who survived past a season would get the next tattoo above the first, eventually leading a trail up their leg. Those tattoos were made with ink from pens that are scavenged,a stick, and needles that are older than anyone that's alive. They're performed by the oldest member of the group, and are rumored to be extremely painful, with a good chance of infection.
yup! Go ahead, and post it in the OOC part of the offical thread if ya don't mind
Oh, that sounds like it would work! Perhaps its one of her fist patrols, or a test patrol? Or, the others were sent out, and she was one of the few left?

And, I would assume it depends o the soul, to a degree. At best, everything is crystal clear, but cold and makes them feel hallow, and at worst, a pixellated, sharp haze, painful almost physically or otherwise accessible. They will retain what their body was trained to do, and other basic skills, though they won't remember how (if their soul represses their memories too much)- Much like we are, with learning to walk and talk.
ah, that may be fine. I figured the peak of a humans' condition would be around then, but they'd hold back on letting husks patrol until they were sure they were trained properly. So, there may be an exception available :y
I don't think they'd have any young'uns under, about, 17-18 on patrol, unless it was a captured survivor. Then they'd go on a lot of patrols, as a lure and/or fear tactic, no matter the age (granted that they pick up the skills they need to go on patrol beforehand).
yeah! that's A-OK with me. I'm intending on making a husk character (considering I know where I'm aiming the story to go, it wouldn't be fair for me to play a survivor right off the bat, would it?) too, wanna have them on patrol together?
Yeah, I would assume they would at least have to be captured to start. I mean, we can begin with an instance where a few husks are captured, too.

Although, depending on the character, a Husk without a soul could comply with the survivors for their own reasons (get themselves out of there, recon, gain trust to lead them all into an oasis, etc).
Well, the only thing that makes husks husks is that they're soulless; an empty living shell of a person. I don't count artificial souls in the mix, but even if I did, the Oases do not use souls of any kind in the husks.

Er, in case I'm not wording things well, husks can only have souls if they're infused with one outside of an oasis.
Hm, good question! I figured about 2 generations, so maybe between 80-100 years.
Husks must be infused with souls, otherwise they are not husks.

Yeah, the water went to the Oases. Basically everything went to the oases.
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