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holy shit that's a promotion.

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I bought them wholesale, so there's plenty for everyone to take a turn.

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Name: Lawrence Nightguard
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Nomadic or sedentary: Conditional
Weapons: A set of spiked knuckles and a heavy crossbow
Skills: Tracking, Brawling and Scavenging
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: Lawrence has thick, rock-like callouses across the arms and legs. Her body runs hotter than normal, she appears to have stopped aging, and she's much stronger than she used to be. However, she expends energy much faster than normal, and she has to sleep 12 hours a day and eat much more to keep herself healthy.
Brief Personality: Lawrence spends most of her time helping coordinate the Town Guard. She's dedicated to the path she's set out for herself, and will forge onward regardless of anyone else's opinion. On a personal level, she takes no nonsense, seems to have no sense of humor, and expects everyone around her to share her dedication to others.
Background: Lawrence was a Marine in the US Army before the bombs fell, though she was on leave when the actual event happened. This put her both close to the blast zones and in a first responder capacity to find survivors. Exposed to so much of the radiation, it didn't take her long to fall ill and begin to mutate. She recovered from her illness quickly, even though every doctor still working told her it would be the end of her life, and after seeing the devastation war had brought to the planet, she swore to herself never to allow anything like this to happen again. It took a long time, but eventually she had gathered like-minded people to her cause and set up a home base in the Statue of Liberty. Since then she's slowly built her power base in New York, and a settlement has formed at the foot of the Statue under her protection.
Alone or with someone?: Always with the Guard

After the End

@SkankingDevil@Dephyus

In a room lit only by a single candle, Lawrence sat at a table in a rented room. The room had been offered for free, but the commander of the Town Guard wasn't the type of person to take credit or reward for the work her subordinates did. Still, the offer had been appreciated, not for the pleasure of special treatment, but because it meant that the work they had done was paying off. People felt safe under the Guard's protection, and wanted to show their thanks.

Lawrence raised one hand to her face to rub away the weariness. She had been on the road for the past few days, trying to get to this town. She had had analysts running probabilities on scavenged military computers specifically designed for this kind of work, and based on the information they had, this was where the duo she had been trying to catch were most likely to show up next. Still, even before the world tore itself to pieces, this kind of prediction had been guesswork. Now that the world had changed, the motivations of people had changed, so the software had been reconfigured. Without the proper technicians, the work had been stopgap. Her people gave her a 50% chance of a correct placement, at best.

She had sent others to the other most likely places, but coming to the town with the largest chance of success was her job. Her aide had argued with her, trying to get her to stay in New York, but these two had already killed more of her men and women than she could just sit by and allow. She had to get personally involved in this case, so she had made her way into the town quietly, sneaking in without being noticed. Not only did that ensure she didn't raise a scene and scare off her prey, but it allowed her to assess the state of the town's defenses. She would have to talk to the Quartermaster here. His troops were getting complacent, and that reflected badly on the rest of them.

She sighed and prepared to leave her room, leaving her typical equipment in her bag. Nobody around here knew what she really looked like, since to the world Lawrence Nightguard was a tall figure in a trench coat and gasmask. The easiest way for her to blend in with the crowd was to be in plain sight.

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wait, we're throwing tomatoes? What am I gonna do with all these bricks and knives then?

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@SkankingDevil

So I assume Don's been pulling these "jobs" for a while now, and had had to go to plan B a few times at least?

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I'm waiting for that director, he sounds like a chill dude

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Adam had a building to extinguish

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To be fair, Adam had nothing to do with that.

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Posted again to get us closer to leaving the isolated helicopter and back to the group.