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@Balthazar007
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Endtimes: Chronicles of the Survivors

Brynn Sauburn

Name: Brynn Rita Sauburn

Appearance:
5'3 | 120 lbs
Brynn has cut her own hair about once a year for almost 8 years now, it's choppy, it's messy, but it works. It's just long enough to pull into a pony tail. Besides not like anyone else really has nicer hair. She's got grey eyes that look like the sky when it's overcast, and a great smile that doesn't appear much anymore.

Just like everyone else her clothes depend on what she's doing. She's got some surgical gloves but those she usually saves for the more hardcore surgeries. She also has a white-ish lab-coat but it's age shows and it's starting to get pretty old. Other than that it's T-shirts, jeans and boots or whatever else is readily available. She's not too picky.

Age: twenty-eight

Origins: St.louis/ Pennsylvania /New york

Personality:
She's trying to be serious, you can hear it in her voice. The way it hits higher notes when the subject turns to dark humor, or the way she breaths a sigh when the injured return from outside. She acts like its the end of the world, like it's live or die with every step made, and that there is one way to make it out of this mess and it's a thin wire to walk.

She wants as many people to stay alive with her, it's why she became a doctor in the first place, she just doesn't want to let anyone down. She wants everyone to be as safe as possible.

Backstory:
It was like recalling a detail from the month before, "What was she wearing when she went missing?" "Do you remember what color his hair was?" Somethings are easy to remember, and somethings are not. It was easy to remember the little black chair in the corner of the apartment in St.louis, and easy to remember all the schools she went to. Names however, faces too, were never her strong suit.

Brynn could tell anyone who'd listen that she grew up in the st.louis suburbs and that her parents were divorced as so many were, it didn't even faze her now that they might be gone. But all that was before 2010, before she even finished high school.

Changing schools the summer before senior year sucked. But her mom was moving to Pennsylvania and she could either come or stay with her dad and five half brothers, and that wasn't about to happen. Of course, now it's something to regret. He'd always been and end of the world fanatic, so he was fine, but all her friends, she just didn't know. Lela was gone, that was the worst of it.

Everyone came back though, just as Brynn got into College. It almost seemed like two miracles at once. The brain-deadness was terrible and all, but at least they weren't entirely dead. Being an aspiring doctor she knew it could be worse. Of course, things didn't exactly get better. The 'reborn' started acting rabid, and then everyone else followed suit.
Being more of a doctor than other people made not getting killed easier. Bigger groups need doctors more and protect them. This is how she got through the darker years before GNYC really picked up. Inside there was even better, things were almost normal for once.

Profession: GNYC Doctor

Equipment:
Backpack- a little worn but still holds stuff
First aid kit- just what you would expect, gauze, needle and thread, hydrogen peroxide, antibacterial ointment, ect.
Sunblock- just 'cause there's a bigger threat doesn't mean the sun goes away.
Water bottle- for water

Hand-ax- a short ax, only about three feet long. It's more useful against doors than it is the reborn, but it can be used to break bones or chop off limbs if need be. It's main purpose is getting into locked or blocked areas.

Likes:
-Organization
-things being clearly labeled
-safety and safety equipment
-horror and crime films and shows
-logic games like "Clue" and "Guess who?"

Dislikes:
-the opposite of the things in the 'likes' list (aside from the bottom two)
-things without explanations
-the sound of breaking bones
-pessimists

Other:
-she can solve Rubik's cubes
-she liked the idea of being a doctor not so much the practice but by the time she found out it was a little to late to change her mind
-She doesn't know if her dad, mom, step mom, half-brothers, or old friends are okay or not
-she didn't have many friends after she moved to Pennsylvania or in college

Endtimes: Chronicles of the Survivors

This looks really neat :>
I can always add more if need be

Brynn

Name: Brynn Rita Sauburn

Appearance:
5'3 | 120 lbs
Brynn has cut her own hair about once a year for almost 8 years now, it's choppy, it's messy, but it works. It's just long enough to pull into a pony tail. Besides not like anyone else really has nicer hair. She's got grey eyes that look like the sky when it's overcast, and a great smile that doesn't appear much anymore.

Just like everyone else her clothes depend on what she's doing. She's got some surgical gloves but those she usually saves for the more hardcore surgeries. She also has a white-ish lab-coat but it's age shows and it's starting to get pretty old. Other than that it's T-shirts, jeans and boots or whatever else is readily available. She's not too picky.

Age: twenty-eight

Origins: St.louis/ Pennsylvania /New york

Personality:
She's trying to be serious, you can hear it in her voice. The way it hits higher notes when the subject turns to dark humor, or the way she breaths a sigh when the injured return from outside. She acts like its the end of the world, like it's live or die with every step made, and that there is one way to make it out of this mess and it's a thin wire to walk.

She wants as many people to stay alive with her, it's why she became a doctor in the first place, she just doesn't want to let anyone down. She wants everyone to be as safe as possible.

Backstory:
It was like recalling a detail from the month before, "What was she wearing when she went missing?" "Do you remember what color his hair was?" Somethings are easy to remember, and somethings are not. It was easy to remember the little black chair in the corner of the apartment in St.louis, and easy to remember all the schools she went to. Names however, faces too, were never her strong suit.

Brynn could tell anyone who'd listen that she grew up in the st.louis suburbs and that her parents were divorced as so many were, it didn't even faze her now that they might be gone. But all that was before 2010, before she even finished high school.

Changing schools the summer before senior year sucked. But her mom was moving to Pennsylvania and she could either come or stay with her dad and five half brothers, and that wasn't about to happen. Of course, now it's something to regret. He'd always been and end of the world fanatic, so he was fine, but all her friends, she just didn't know. Lela was gone, that was the worst of it.

Everyone came back though, just as Brynn got into College. It almost seemed like two miracles at once. The brain-deadness was terrible and all, but at least they weren't entirely dead. Being an aspiring doctor she knew it could be worse. Of course, things didn't exactly get better. The 'reborn' started acting rabid, and then everyone else followed suit.
Being more of a doctor than other people made not getting killed easier. Bigger groups need doctors more and protect them. This is how she got through the darker years before GNYC really picked up. Inside there was even better, things were almost normal for once.

Profession: GNYC Doctor

Equipment:
Backpack- a little worn but still holds stuff
First aid kit- just what you would expect, gauze, needle and thread, hydrogen peroxide, antibacterial ointment, ect.
Sunblock- just 'cause there's a bigger threat doesn't mean the sun goes away.
Water bottle- for water

Hand-ax- a short ax, only about three feet long. It's more useful against doors than it is the reborn, but it can be used to break bones or chop off limbs if need be. It's main purpose is getting into locked or blocked areas.

Likes:
-Organization
-things being clearly labeled
-safety and safety equipment
-horror and crime films and shows
-logic games like "Clue" and "Guess who?"

Dislikes:
-the opposite of the things in the 'likes' list (aside from the bottom two)
-things without explanations
-the sound of breaking bones
-pessimists

Other:
-she can solve Rubik's cubes
-she liked the idea of being a doctor not so much the practice but by the time she found out it was a little to late to change her mind
-She doesn't know if her dad, mom, step mom, half-brothers, or old friends are okay or not
-she didn't have many friends after she moved to Pennsylvania or in college

Strange World

@Airalin
Oh gosh, sorry for the hold up. I was waiting for more stuff to post about or else it was ganna be like two lines long :P

Strange World

Camilla thought perhaps she could help move the wire, she didn't feel like she'd done a whole lot of anything so far. But Ahny and the other guy had already set themselves on each side of the barbed hole, pulling the metal aside so the remaining two could get through. She'd only be in the way. Instead she offered encouragement, reassuring everyone else that all would be well very soon, and that the pain only lasted a little while before it would heal itself. This didn't seem to be all that helpful either but it was out of the way and all she could do.

The man who came through before Abby was a surprise. Camilla had thought that Abby had gone in first and was a little startled, but no matter Abby came out just behind him and alleviated her fears. "Abby, you made it! I knew you would!" The younger girl gasped with a smile. She had to stop herself from hugging the older girl before her wounds had healed. As soon as Abby seemed okay she through her arms around her, glad that she was really alright and not just an allusion.

"I think we're all here now," she stated rather matter-or-fact-ly. "I bet if we all work together we'll all be home before we even know it!" She looked around once again, counting how many people there were before gasping again. "I don't know any of you're names," She giggled "well except Abby and Ahny. I'm Camilla, it's really nice to meet all of you, again."

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Hogwarts; A new story

Oliver Rivers and Professor Bellfree

@Ceta de Cloyes
Bellfree looks stricken as the club is destroyed in the trolls hand and it is hit with the rock. It gives a throaty gurgle before looking at it's hands in confusion. He looks over to the two Hufflepuffs in distress, but there are two more trolls around him and one back by the other students. "Go back to class, I can handle this!" the teacher yelled, waving them away. A different trolls club swung down, crashing into the ground just beside the professor.
With a shout birds erupted from the end of his wand, bulleting into the troll.

A barely visible hand gave Mike a pat on the shoulder. "Wish me luck," chimed the disembodied voice of Oliver. While the professor had been shooing them away he'd cast his disillusionment charm, and now was only a faint shimmering outline.

Once he was a few feet away he was impossible to see. Rocks seemed to pick themselves up and launch toward the troll in a path from where Mike was standing forward.

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Quidditch tryouts

@RumikoOhara@Draconequis@Always@The Elvenqueen@thehangedman@josephb

The hufflepuff girl announces herself to the Griffondors as Brynn and tells everyone the basic run down. Quite a few people don't want to listen until she explains that everyone who was on the team the year before graduated or didn't show up. She was going to be this years announcer so she figured she'd help out. Proffers or Bellfree was supposed to be here but she thinks his class might be running late, or maybe somebody got injured on the first day. The explanation quells everyone and after she's done re-briefing on the rules and mechanics of the game the Griffondors set to practicing.

Strange World

Camilla took the piece of paper smiling. She knew it was writing, and she knew it was how to spell the man's name, but she couldn't read it. "Ahny" She lulled, tracing the letters with her fingers. She looked over her shoulder to Abby and held the paper up, showing it to her friend as well. To Camilla it seemed like a strange gift, but it was no where near as weird as the other things she'd seen. Before 'Ahny' stepped onto the coals she hooked her arms back around his neck, the paper clutched tightly in her hand.

The thorns, Camilla soon discovered, where mad of metal. As they grew thicker, they grew hotter as well, searing as they clawed across her back. Still she knew she had gotten the better deal between 'Ahny' and herself. The chard rocks and fire below would burn much more than their heated metal counter parts. As the barred vines grew thicker, Camilla did her best to help. Gingerly she pushed them aside, when there where only a few that couldn't be avoided. Then with more force as her hands became chard with rust, burnt skin, and blood, and she had nothing to lose.

By the time 'Ahny' had conveyed that she aught to duck her hands were bloodied up to the elbow, and her face bearing a sidelong scratch, at least half an inch deep. The way ahead didn't look good but the end was in sight. "You can make it," she whispered, shutting her eyes, and burying her face against 'Ahny's' shoulder. In the dark world of her mind she could imagine that it was a hot summer day instead of a death hall. And that she was adventuring with her brother like she'd always wanted to. Barbs scraped across her back like tigers claws but in the end she made her escape.

Cool air hit like a wall as the thorns ended. She blinked her eyes open in time to topple off 'Ahny's' back before he hit the floor. Cool white marble greeted her, a welcome sight that looked just like home, but of course it wasn't. It was just a step to the means to an end.