@Bishop I haven't played Fallout either, and can you elaborate on powers? If you mean supernatural stuff like shooting fire out of hands, that's going to be a no. I wouldn't be opposed to things like enhanced senses, but @Terrorbubble has the final say.
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-Basics-
Name: Carmen Moss
Age: 23
Gender: Female
-Survival-
Faction: Buzzard; will join Saints
Gear/weapons: Spears (usually with glass heads) and bow/arrow
Skills: Hunting (major), tracking, crafting (gotta do something with that dead animal) and hiding
Powers: Night vision, mild regeneration
-Appearance-
Source: giorgiobaroni.deviantart.com
-Other-
Personality: Carmen is a fiery person in general–– very defensive, as one would have to be–– and is suspicious of everyone and everything unless she knows them. Protective of those who are close to her. Only gentle when there’s no one else around, because she wants to maintain her tough image.
History: Carmen doesn’t know anything about the circumstances of her birth (she was born in the back of a dysfunctional Diesel truck and promptly left there; luckily a Bear found and raised her). She didn’t like the way Bear society worked (military-like structure, high discipline, etc.) so she left at 16 after learning some rudimentary survival skills. Little did she know that these were not entirely sufficient for the harsh and unforgiving environment of the Mojave desert.
The real source of her survival skills is trial and error. Carmen nearly died twice alone in the Wild: the first time from dehydration (she got incredibly lucky and made a solar still that managed to keep her going), and the second time she was attacked by some kind of mutated feline–probably a mountain lion (it was so messed up she couldn't tell). That was how she learned to close a wound and generally take care of one. She still has a scar on her outer left thigh.
Now, how'd she meet her furry friend? She was creeping around a small settlement, mostly just looking for things to scavenge. A pile of garbage and scraps toward the edge seemed like a perfect place to start, and she just happened to find a puppy whose teeth were too small for solid food, and who was also trying his best to tear into some kind of festering meat. Carmen, taking pity on the little guy, scooped him up, walked him to her next camp, and chewed up a portion of her food for him. She didn't expect to form a bond with the puppy, and intended to let him go wherever he wanted once he was old enough to fend for himself.
Obviously, that didn't happen. Chester's three years old now.
Etc: Has a dog named Chester. He helps her hunt and keeps her sane.
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Name: Carmen Moss
Age: 23
Gender: Female
-Survival-
Faction: Buzzard; will join Saints
Gear/weapons: Spears (usually with glass heads) and bow/arrow
Skills: Hunting (major), tracking, crafting (gotta do something with that dead animal) and hiding
Powers: Night vision, mild regeneration
-Appearance-
Source: giorgiobaroni.deviantart.com
-Other-
Personality: Carmen is a fiery person in general–– very defensive, as one would have to be–– and is suspicious of everyone and everything unless she knows them. Protective of those who are close to her. Only gentle when there’s no one else around, because she wants to maintain her tough image.
History: Carmen doesn’t know anything about the circumstances of her birth (she was born in the back of a dysfunctional Diesel truck and promptly left there; luckily a Bear found and raised her). She didn’t like the way Bear society worked (military-like structure, high discipline, etc.) so she left at 16 after learning some rudimentary survival skills. Little did she know that these were not entirely sufficient for the harsh and unforgiving environment of the Mojave desert.
The real source of her survival skills is trial and error. Carmen nearly died twice alone in the Wild: the first time from dehydration (she got incredibly lucky and made a solar still that managed to keep her going), and the second time she was attacked by some kind of mutated feline–probably a mountain lion (it was so messed up she couldn't tell). That was how she learned to close a wound and generally take care of one. She still has a scar on her outer left thigh.
Now, how'd she meet her furry friend? She was creeping around a small settlement, mostly just looking for things to scavenge. A pile of garbage and scraps toward the edge seemed like a perfect place to start, and she just happened to find a puppy whose teeth were too small for solid food, and who was also trying his best to tear into some kind of festering meat. Carmen, taking pity on the little guy, scooped him up, walked him to her next camp, and chewed up a portion of her food for him. She didn't expect to form a bond with the puppy, and intended to let him go wherever he wanted once he was old enough to fend for himself.
Obviously, that didn't happen. Chester's three years old now.
Etc: Has a dog named Chester. He helps her hunt and keeps her sane.
Bonus!
will the real @CLIW please stand up?
I will respond to this eventually I swear I am so sorry fam
She'd been noticed and it was really no use at all to keep hiding. Carnelian let out a soft whimper, intimidated by the rapid influx of gems she didn't know. Of course, there was nothing she could do to avoid them. In fact, she was so freshly-made that it probably was not a very good idea to set out on her own: she hardly knew anything about...well, anything. So instead of continuing to hide in the deep crevice in which she'd just formed, she hopped out.
Only then did the height scare her. She scrambled around, groping blindly for rock to hold onto, feeling something prickly poking at her forearms as if it needed to be let out. The sensation was so brief that, when she pulled herself into the dark hole of a gem long-gone that was just a few feet off the ground, she'd already almost forgotten it. It was at that point that Bloodstone, a quite-intimidating looking gem (as most were), raised her voice at Topaz.
Carnelian felt colder at the sight of the katana. She jumped the rest of the way to the ground and stood as tall as she could... which still put her at practically dwarf status.
"Don't fight!"
As if her voice had any authority. Ha.
Only then did the height scare her. She scrambled around, groping blindly for rock to hold onto, feeling something prickly poking at her forearms as if it needed to be let out. The sensation was so brief that, when she pulled herself into the dark hole of a gem long-gone that was just a few feet off the ground, she'd already almost forgotten it. It was at that point that Bloodstone, a quite-intimidating looking gem (as most were), raised her voice at Topaz.
Carnelian felt colder at the sight of the katana. She jumped the rest of the way to the ground and stood as tall as she could... which still put her at practically dwarf status.
"Don't fight!"
As if her voice had any authority. Ha.
@Ryuzaki Working on one right now
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She nodded and stood up. She was ready to get moving–– not like they had anything else to do. Or anyone else to take care of. Now it was just the two of them, relatively fit young adults. No ties to families, no sentimental belongings that she knew about, and hopefully no weird complicated feelings to get in the way (that was probably too much to ask, as there was already something like fierce urges to protect Nick that Mattie couldn't explain).
Not that it mattered. She couldn't muster up the imagination to foresee anything in their future other than bleakness: fighting the undead, burning through limited supplies to prevent becoming infected, constantly roaming in search of shelter and food and water that wasn't tainted.
Just thinking of it made Mattie tired, and they hadn't even gotten started yet.
"Ready to go?"
Not that it mattered. She couldn't muster up the imagination to foresee anything in their future other than bleakness: fighting the undead, burning through limited supplies to prevent becoming infected, constantly roaming in search of shelter and food and water that wasn't tainted.
Just thinking of it made Mattie tired, and they hadn't even gotten started yet.
"Ready to go?"
Tonight would be the longest night of the year: the winter solstice. It was a time of celebration and plenty for the Order of Three, who at this time of the year were given an advantage in the hunt by the snowy conditions. The wolves, who weren't prone to getting stuck in snowdrifts, could more easily get to their prey––who were. And, for the next day, each pack would be able to hunt together as one, as brothers and sisters. Yes, it was a beautiful time.
As usual, the Coast-Pack was the last to arrive at Solstice Beach, the spacious bank along the river that sustained the Order. Being the farthest, this pack usually had to leave earliest, and would often still arrive late due to their farther distance from the location. They were here now, though, a large healthy pack whose pelts almost gleamed with health.
One of the wolves belonging to this pack was Nyoraa. She trotted tirelessly alongside her pack brothers and sisters, her ears pricked and nose twitching. She'd only been to one gathering before; this was her second, and she was visibly excited. Although she doubted that she could ever bear to leave her home by the ocean, of course, a wolf her age had to consider the idea of joining another pack with a new mate. (Peh! She was going to wait that one out awhile.)
The leader of the Hill-Pack saw the mass of wolves approaching and yipped with glee: although they could be regarded as enemies most of the year, now they were all one pack. The Coast wolves joined the Hill and the Wood wolves with wagging tails and whispered morsels of gossip. It was like a family reunion, and the evening's celebrations were sure to be fun. For now though, Nyoraa wanted to rest from her journey. Soon there would be speakers from among the packs opening the gathering. She chose a nice patch of soft sand and lay down.
As usual, the Coast-Pack was the last to arrive at Solstice Beach, the spacious bank along the river that sustained the Order. Being the farthest, this pack usually had to leave earliest, and would often still arrive late due to their farther distance from the location. They were here now, though, a large healthy pack whose pelts almost gleamed with health.
One of the wolves belonging to this pack was Nyoraa. She trotted tirelessly alongside her pack brothers and sisters, her ears pricked and nose twitching. She'd only been to one gathering before; this was her second, and she was visibly excited. Although she doubted that she could ever bear to leave her home by the ocean, of course, a wolf her age had to consider the idea of joining another pack with a new mate. (Peh! She was going to wait that one out awhile.)
The leader of the Hill-Pack saw the mass of wolves approaching and yipped with glee: although they could be regarded as enemies most of the year, now they were all one pack. The Coast wolves joined the Hill and the Wood wolves with wagging tails and whispered morsels of gossip. It was like a family reunion, and the evening's celebrations were sure to be fun. For now though, Nyoraa wanted to rest from her journey. Soon there would be speakers from among the packs opening the gathering. She chose a nice patch of soft sand and lay down.
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