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Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Just to be sure, all that blue on that map is water, correct? Like most of the territories are their own islands?

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

When will I know if I'm accepted? D:

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Ryker Kane

Ryker Kane

Age: 29
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German, French
Sex: Male
Appearance: Ryker’s medium light brown hair usually does what it wants, either standing up or sitting flat, it’s almost never styled, just combed, maybe. His robotic arms are usually visible and very obvious.

Ryker doesn’t usually wear casual clothing, and tends to keep his black boots & fatigue pants, and white t-shirt on, and black jacket. When it’s time to head into the wilds,he replaces his jacket with a trench coat and puts on his black plate carrier, along with his chest bandolier and his ammo and medical satchels. He wears a utility belt with pouches for pistol mags and a holder for a canteen. His pistol sits in a holster on his chest, his shotgun sits folded on his thigh, and finally his rifle is slung across his body.

Job: Ryker’s main job is being a combat medic for any Hunter, Scout, or Savior squad that goes outside the walls of the Refuge.
Height: 5’10’’ (177.8 Cm)
Weight: 165 pounds (Roughly 75 kilos)
Military Background: Espionage Training with the Silver Hand, Hunter/Scavenger teams for The Refuge.
Parents: Unbeknownst to Ryker, his mother has died on a mission to take out a settlement of people infected by Blackwater, and his has gone into a deep depression, and is currently on suicide watch.

Biography: Ryker was born in 3001, the son of two proud members of the Silver Hand. Sarah Bane was a long time soldier of the Silver Hand, and Johnathon Bane was a doctor on one of Silver Hand’s multiple bases in the area. Ryker grew up mostly with his father, since his mother was out a lot on assignment. He was able to learn a lot about medicine and life in general from his father, and his mother was a great source of exciting warrior stories about her times outside the base’s walls or hand to hand moves, when she was actually around at least.

Ryker had decided from a young age that he didn’t want to choose either one or the other when it came to following in his parents’ footsteps, and since there wasn’t many different choices of career in this day and age, he decided he would be a combat medic to be assigned to any Silver Hand teams that left the base. His father’s medical teachings and Mother’s training in basic combat that she gave him time from time made bootcamp an easy trial for him to land the exact job he wanted.

When he was 19, Ryker was finally assigned as the combat medic for a squad of about 15 men, most of the soldiers fresh out of boot camp, with a few veterans leading the group. Their main job was to keep the animals that constantly lurked outside of the base’s walls at bay. Their fire missions were usually successful and normally had very little casualties, as most of the monsters weren’t exactly the most deadly in the world.

It wasn’t until about 3 years later, a few days after Ryker’s 22nd birthday, that something out of the ordinary finally happened. Ryker and his team went on a routine search and destroy mission to eliminate a few Trants that were nesting too close to the base. They got to the location, but it was empty. Our course, being the well weathered and experienced soldiers they were, they started searching the surrounding areas to make sure the Trants had left. Sadly, no amount of experience prepared them for the ambush that had befallen them. Packs of Trants attacked them from every angle, and they were spread out too thin. Two Trants found their way to Ryker before his teammates could, tearing off both arms before his teammates could eliminate them and get Ryker back to a safe position. The other medics of the squad were barely able to keep Ryker alive long enough for the back up squad to come in and extract Ryker.

Ryker had barely any blood left in his body before he made it to the procedure to replace his arms. His right arm was replaced by a medically equipped arm, and his left arm with a weaponized multi-tool one. After a few months of recuperation and getting used to his arms, Ryker was ready to enter full-time service again, much to the disapprovement to his parents.

Just two years later, the building on the Refuge began, and Ryker quickly volunteered to enter the espionage force, hoping to be sent to infiltrate the Refuge. Much to his luck, his only competition was a much less experienced and qualified soldier, but they were both put through the Espionage school, and sent to seperate posts.

Ryker trained for 5 years, becoming an even better Spy than he was a soldier, and learned how to utilize his arms well in hand to hand combat, which he excelled in. His medical training was also enhanced, practicing on self healing and medicating, as well on improving his battlefield healing.

Soon after the Refuge was built, Ryker graduated from the Silver Hand Espionage School, and was quickly sent in to attempt to infiltrate the Refuge to provide the Silver Hand with various types of information, such as troop movements or weapon caches or animal hives.

Skills and Talents: Great at stealth combat, Skilled Doctor, Acting and convincing speaking, quick and silent mover, robot arms allow for great aim, charismatic and manipulative
Primary Skill: Hand-to-Hand combat
Hobby: Hunting, good at tracking and killing most kind of mutant animals
Talent: Very convincing actor and speaker
Negative Trait: Low pain tolerance, robotic arms require decent upkeep, terrified of trants, random fits of pain in his arms

Gear

Weapons:
Heckler & Koch G3-BM/BK Marksman Rifle (Adjusted for different missions/ slung across his body on a sling) - 4 Extra 30 round mags in a small a small bandolier on his chest, two with armor piercing versions of the normal 7.62 NATO rounds.

Armand Leonard SC-12 Shotgun - 2 Cylinders each of 12 Gauge Buckshot, HE Shells, and Armor Penetrating Ballistic shells, sitting in a satchel strapped around his neck and torso, below his other magazine bandolier. The shotgun has it’s own special holder fastened to his thigh.

Heckler & Koch-47 10mm Pistol - Five 15-round magazines, 2 with Armor-Penetrating rounds, contained in pouches on his belt, the gun is located in a chest holster.

Tools:
Ryker’s left arm can turn into a basic suite of basic tools, such as a lockpick, scissors or a flashlight, but it’s main feature is the large blade that can come out of the arm, and can even deliver electric shocks along with cuts and slices, but it can only be used as it uses a ton of his arms energy. Sword could also be a baton, or other choices, depending on arm energy level.

Oh yeah, his arms need recharging on regular intervals, or can last between charges with batteries.

His right arm, quite ironically, is dedicated to medical use, with it’s two main features being injectors for Morphine and Epinephrine, along with an auto-stitcher and wound cleaner among other features. ( 8 Multiple dose tubes of both Morphine and Epinephrine in a Medical satchel)

A pair of weathered, high-powered binoculars hang around his neck, held up by a black leather strap. 1 canteen of mango flavored slush is on his utility belt.

Backpack:
2 Canteens of Mango Slush
Large bag of Dried meats and Jerky
3 Cans of Peaches and Green Beans
Map and Compass
2 Body Bags
Sleeping bag on top of backpack

--Waterproof bag:
Extra Set of clothes
20-count box of hi-charge batteries for his Arms
Stay-Dri waterproof clothe arm wraps
Rain poncho
Barrel accessories for his handgun
1 Box of 60 7.62 Rounds
2 Boxes of fifteen 12 gauge buckshot shells

My updated application! Plz Aeon. Please don't me re-write this a third time ;-;

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Thank you Leviathan :D

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

Ryker Bane

Ryker Kane

Age: 29
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: German, French
Sex: Male
Appearance: Ryker’s medium light brown hair usually does what it wants, either standing up or sitting flat, it’s almost never styled, just combed, maybe. His robotic arms are usually visible and very obvious.

Ryker doesn’t usually wear casual clothing, and tends to keep his black boots & fatigue pants, and white t-shirt on, and black jacket. When it’s time to head into the wilds,he replaces his jacket with a trench coat and puts on his black plate carrier, along with his chest bandolier and his ammo and medical satchels. He wears a utility belt with pouches for pistol mags and a holder for a canteen. His pistol sits in a holster on his thigh, and his shotgun rest across his lower back, and finally his rifle is slung across his body.
Job: Ryker’s main job is being a combat medic for any Hunter, Scout, or Savior squad that goes outside the walls of the Refuge.
Height: 5’10’’ (177.8 Cm)
Weight: 165 pounds (Roughly 75 kilos)
Military Background: Espionage Training with the Silver Hand, Hunter/Scavenger teams for The Refuge.
Parents: Ryker’s parents were both Medical Officers for the Silver Hand, before they were
infected with Blackwater, unbeknownst to Ryker. His adopted father is also dead, but his adopted mother is alive and well.

Biography: One day in 2976, Ryker was the first born to a pair of Silver Hand doctors, residing on a Silver Hand base that overlooked the construction of the Refuge, near LaGuardia airport. The couple only named Ryker, before they gave the Silver Hand authority to utilize Ryker to the best of their abilities. Some facilities were quickly established to be ready to train him when he was ready. He was to become a Silver Hand Espionage agent.

Ryker was roughly 5 years old when he was ready to be put into the espionage school that was made especially for him. He was one of only a very few operatives that had been chosen from birth to serve the Silver Hand, and even at that young age, he was determined to be his best. His superiors tried their best to allow him as normal life as possible, Ryler’s dedication and the fact that he was the only child on the base, allowed for most of his time to be poured into learning and training.

Not even a year into his training, The Refuge was fully built, and the Silver Hand needed to get an operative in there as soon as they could. Ryker was only 6 years old, and had another 4 years of school, before he could have any sort of ability to do his job correctly. His training became rushed and much more brutal on him, taking up most, if not, his whole days. His teachers flooded him with training and studies, and graduated him early.

When Ryker was only 8 years old, he was sent in to infiltrate the Refuge, using a ploy that he was an orphaned, injured boy to get in. As the years went by, he slowly garnered the trust of the townspeople, and was adopted by a nice couple, the mother being a merchant, and his father being a hunter. As he aged, he decided he would want to go on hunts with adopted father, to gain the trust of the very influential soldier and hunter types of the Refuge.
Once Ryker finally turned 17, he was allowed to take his first hunt. He wasn’t very well equipped to begin with, but the fact that their squad encountered a new type of mutant animal that was very aggressive and found bullet particularly easy to shrug off. The animal did eventually go down after enough burnt laser batteries and explosives, but almost as if it wanted to go out with a bang, it managed to get ahold of Ryker and pop his arms off like he was a Lego figurines. The Hunters were able to keep Ryker from bleeding out long enough for a Silver Hand Patrol squad to ‘conveniently’ pass by and keep Ryker alive. His arms were replaced by two robotic arms, one being the rare “Medi-Arm” that improved his already fledging medical skill, and the other one being a general purpose multi-tool.

Ryker has remained in the Refuge, feeding the Silver Hand information about most things concerning the settlement, such as weapon caches they find or thing they require, as to give the SIlver Hand opportunities to improve their standing and reputation with the people of the Refuge.

Skills and Talents: Great at stealth combat, Skilled Doctor, Acting and convincing speaking, quick and silent mover, robot arms allow for great aim, charismatic and manipulative
Primary Skill: Hand-to-Hand combat
Hobby: Hunting, good at tracking and killing most kind of mutant animals
Talent: Very convincing actor and speaker
Negative Trait: Low pain tolerance, robotic arms require decent upkeep, scared of mutant animals

Gear

Weapons:
Heckler & Koch G3-BM/BK Marksman Rifle (Adjusted for different missions/ slung across his body on a sling) - 4 Extra 30 round mags in a small a small bandolier on his chest, two with armor piercing versions of the normal 7.62 NATO rounds.

Armand Leonard SC-12 Shotgun - 2 Cylinders each of 12 Gauge Buckshot, HE Shells, and Armor Penetrating Ballistic shells, sitting in a satchel strapped around his neck and torso, below his other magazine bandolier. The shotgun has it’s own special holder fastened to his lower back.
Heckler & Koch-47 10mm Pistol - Five 15-round magazines, 2 with Armor-Penetrating rounds, contained in pouches on his belt, the gun is located in a thigh holster.

Tools:
Ryker’s left arm can turn into a basic suite of basic tools, such as a lockpick, scissors or a flashlight, but it’s main feature is the large blade that can come out of the arm, and can even deliver electric shocks along with cuts and slices, but it can only be used as it uses a ton of his arms energy. Sword could also be a baton, or other choices, depending on arm energy level.

Oh yeah, his arms need recharging on regular intervals, or can last between charges with batteries.

His right arm, quite ironically, is dedicated to medical use, with it’s two main features being injectors for Morphine and Epinephrine, along with an auto-stitcher and wound cleaner among other features. ( 8 Multiple dose tubes of both Morphine and Epinephrine in a Medical satchel)

A pair of weathered, high-powered binoculars hang around his neck, held up by a black leather strap. 1 canteen of mango flavored slush is on his utility belt.

Backpack:
2 Canteens of Mango Slush
Large bag of Dried meats and Jerky
3 Cans of Peaches and Green Beans
Map and Compass
2 Body Bags
Sleeping bag on top of backpack

--Waterproof bag:
Extra Set of clothes
20-count box of hi-charge batteries for his Arms
Stay-Dri waterproof clothe arm wraps
Rain poncho
Barrel accessories for his handgun
1 Box of 60 7.62 Rounds
2 Boxes of fifteen 12 gauge buckshot shells

My app!

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

oh shite don't worry, I haven't been able to work on my app, but he is also a medic, so never fear

Deadland Wasteland. [Beware Zombies! They Bite!]

I'm going to app, hope I can make it in!

The Infected

Would it be too late for me to join?

Apocalyptica

Good to hear from you Free Faller! Did you read about making Apocalyptica a linear story?

Blood Meridian

Name: Gregory Bonhomme (Formerly Gregory McCartney Jr.)

Call-sign/Nickname: Greg, Rusty

Age:54

Nationality: American/French

Appearance:

Occupation: U.E.S.A, Commissioned Officer of the U.E.M.C

Background: Greg was born in Mississippi in about 1963 to a corn farmer father and a nurse mother. He lived a calm, uneventful life, until age 6, when he and his mother moved to a large city for her to advance her career in medicine, his dad staying behind to finish the years crop harvest, set to move as soon as it was over.

After a few years in New York, with his mother finally out of medical school, the family decided to move back to their rural hometown in Mississippi when Greg was 16. Although, Greg had gotten used to living in the city, and detested his parent’s decision, and hated being stuck in a boring corn field. The words that he had heard from recruiters in New York echoed in his head. “You wannna see the world, kid? Join the Corps.” It was decided. Greg McCartney Jr. would be a United States Marine.

On his 17th birthday, Greg brought the release form from the Marine Corps to his parents, hoping they’re sign them and send him on his way to see the world. Although, he received the opposite reaction that he expected out of his parents. They were both outraged, and implored Greg to avoid the military, even though the US had left Vietnam a little more than 10 years ago, they were still horrified by what had happened there, and what it had done to those men, and they didn’t not want that for their son.

Eventually, after some passionate fights between Greg and his parents, they finally decided to allow their little Gregory into the Marine Corps at 17 years old, although the relationship between the two parties had been damaged permanently.

Greg left for basic a few weeks later, making a few good friends, and eventually being stationed in Korea. He and his parents stayed out of contact for a long time, and it wasn’t until his 20th birthday that he finally received a letter from his parents. It wasn’t particularly long, but it was certainly meaningful.

Dear Gregory,

Please come home. Leave the military. We miss you and love you very much. Please come home.

Love, your parents.

Although Greg was touched that the first thing his parents asked of his was to come home, he wasn’t ready to leave the Corps. His leave was in a month. He decided that he would surprise them on his leave, and wouldn’t write back to enhance the surprised.

When one month passed and his leave finally came, Greg jumped on the first plane to Mississippi, eager to reunite and reconcile with his parents after 3 years of being disconnected. His hometown was no different than when he left it. It was still small, nearly no paved roads, the largest building in town was the general store on the center of town on main street. He hurriedly walked down the hilly road that led to his family’s farm, but a stunning sight met him when he peaked over the largest hill.

His childhood house was now a small pile of burnt ashes, and there, in front of the house was a small gathering of stuffed animals and bouquets of various types of wilted flowers. He ran towards it, to find pictures of his parent’s in the center of the flowers. They were gone. Long gone.

Sobbing madly, he dragged his bag back into town, and walked into the small tavern near his road, and plopped down in the seat in the corner, farthest from everything, which still wasn’t very far. The bartender, having no one to attend to, sat across Greg at the small table.

“It happened two weeks ago. They ruled it an electric failure, the wiring in that house hadn’t been taken care of in years. The copy of their will at the bank said that they left everything to you, savings and all. Have this, you’ll need it.”

Greg lifted his head from his arms to see a new, unopened bottle of whiskey. He grabbed it and took a large swing, before stuffing it in his duffle bag and going down to the bank to claim his inheritance. Greg used the modest amount of money to move to France, and left the Corps, and all the painful memories of home and his parents behind, changing his name when he finally arrived to solidify his movement.

As if to grant him some sort of guardian angel, Greg met Evette shortly after he moved to France. She was a beautiful French nurse, who reminded him fondly of his mother. She helped him kick his alcoholic habits, and also helped his speak French a little more fluently, and the two decided to settle down into a long-distance relationship, as he was entering the Foreign Legion, and would be gone for a period of time.

After he was done with training and got a free lease on France, the two finally had Trake, but eventually split due to the stressed of being apart for most of the time and trying to take care of a child.

Although he thought he had left the military for good once he had to raise Trake, he rejoined once the Pantheons attacked Earth, and used his former service and years of experience to earn a spot among the commanding officers of the U.E.S.A.