Fyre Unholy

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Working on an IC post now.

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The icy wind bit as Andrew's arms, and he found no respite in the grey of day. The air sung, yet there was no choir. He breathed harshly through his nose, his head hunched forward and arms crossed. He didn't dare look anywhere but forward, for he had nowhere else to go. He continued for about a quarter mile, and had no trouble.

A howl came from the east. It was close. There was no doubt, he broke into a dead sprint, and nearly tripped as he pulled his weapon from his concealed holster. He kept it in his hand as he ran. He peeked over his shoulder, and there it was. A dog, yet at the same time not. Andrew didn't care enough to find out exactly what it was. It was gaining on him, quickly. He looked at his own gun as he ran, almost unsure of how to use it. Sure, he knew all of the basics of firing a gun, but he had never actually shot anything, let alone shoot at a moving target. He turned his head again, to see where the "dog" was. Too late. The dog was right on his tail, and Andrew was out of time. He pulled the gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. One thing was clear: he had missed completely. But the "dog" was dead, bleeding all over the grass. Andrew looked around frantically, seeing nothing. "All of my luck just ran out." he thought. With that, he broke into a dead sprint, quickly and sporadically changing his direction every few moments at odd intervals.

He was nearing the village, and he wouldn't stop until he made it there. A hundred questions ran through his mind at once. None of which could be answered. Who shot the dog? Why didn't he come out? Or she? Why did this person save him, a total stranger? Why did the dog attack him? Had it been a military person? Another S.T.A.L.K.E.R.? He couldn't get the questions out of his mind. The day became a blur after that, and he didn't remember making it into town. He just knew he'd made it.

Ammunition

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close enough

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As pugbutter's witness, he /is/ in fact working on it right now.

Back after a long absence, and looking for some good 1x1s

Hey there Coshie. We should RP sometime, you seem pretty laid back. Pick one of your RP cravings and I'm in...just not post-apocalypse RP as I'm already in Pugbutter's post-apocalypse RP.

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Yes. Like I said, Kiril will probably be camping out at the top levels of the abandoned apartment complex where he made his living quarters. He'll probably be hidden as he's wearing an improvised ghillie suit.

@Hostile

Erm, a ghillie suit indoors?

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Andrew Bell

Andrew Bell

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  • Andy, or Drew
  • Birdseye, Frame, or Telescope
  • Scotty
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  • 29.
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  • Male
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  • Andrew is completely and utterly harmless in nature. He's one of those people that would wave at you as you walked down the street. Kindness follows the man, always willing to help those who need it. Although, he doesn't always have that much to give as he spends most of his money travelling and Whisky. However, to those that know him, he's an arrogant son of a bitch! But if it's brought up in conversation, he'll prove he has every right to be, and dismisses the comment entirely. Ever since he was a kid, he's loved going on nature walks. His father gave him his first camera at age 7, and he's had it ever since. As well as photography, he enjoys collecting things, and his room is filled with what most people consider useless junk. Andrew was a model child, and he hardly ever broke the rules. The most he ever does wrong is find himself in places he shouldn't be, such as the rooftops of Scotland. However, he is only there to take photos and if confronted he would have complied.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  • Andrew grew up in a middle-class household in the Isle of Man. He had strict parents, but they loosened up as he grew older. Andrew earned their trust by being a model student to his teachers. He did his homework on time, studied, and made straight A's in class. He even tutored his fellow students for some cash on the side! He was valedictorian of his class of 12, and he could have done whatever he wanted. He could have gone to Oxford if he had wanted. Instead, he chose to go to the Edinburgh School of Art in Scotland, where he studied photography. Just as he did in high school, he made top marks in all of his classes. His entire life, he'd spent his time wallowing in his own success. This didn't change when he opened his own photography business. His business took off like a rocket, he had begun by taking wedding photos. Eventually he moved on to taking photos of people on hiking trips, and the scenery itself. When the Two Day War happened, he was in high school and he had already made up his mind to be a photographer. When he learned about the S.T.A.L.K.E.R.S. through television, he knew that's what he'd wanted to do. He wanted to be the one documenting the STALKERS. Through chance, one of his clients, an old college friend that was getting married knew a guy in the Zone that could potentially help him. So, he went out and got a blowtorch and a bolt-cutter, tools of infiltration and trespassing. Through his friend, he'd also bought a pistol for self defense from the mutants. For his pack, he grabbed some canned food, a can-opener, two bottles of water, and just to celebrate his own inspiration and genius, two rather expensive bottles of Scotch. He would receive his weapon and ammunition from a hollowed tree near where he was to enter the Zone.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  • Weapon 1; Sig Saur P228
  • Weapon 2; Molotov Cocktail
  • Weapon 3; Knife

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Andrew Bell

• 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):
  
  
  
  • Andy, or Drew
  • Birdseye, or Telescope
  • Scotty
• 𝐀𝐠𝐞:
  
  
  
  • 29.
• 𝐒𝐞𝐱:
  
  
  
  • Male
• 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Andrew is completely and utterly harmless in nature. He's one of those people that would wave at you as you walked down the street. Kindness follows the man, always willing to help those who need it. Although, he doesn't always have that much to give as he spends most of his money travelling and Whisky. However, to those that know him, he's an arrogant son of a bitch! But if it's brought up in conversation, he'll prove he has every right to be, and dismisses the comment entirely. Ever since he was a kid, he's loved going on nature walks. His father gave him his first camera at age 7, and he's had it ever since. As well as photography, he enjoys collecting things, and his room is filled with what most people consider useless junk. Andrew was a model child, and he hardly ever broke the rules. The most he ever does wrong is find himself in places he shouldn't be, such as the rooftops of Scotland. However, he is only there to take photos and if confronted he would have complied.
• 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:
  
  
  
  • Andrew grew up in a middle-class household in the Isle of Man. He had strict parents, but they loosened up as he grew older. Andrew earned their trust by being a model student to his teachers. He did his homework on time, studied, and made straight A's in class. He even tutored his fellow students for some cash on the side! He was valedictorian of his class of 12, and he could have done whatever he wanted. He could have gone to Oxford if he had wanted. Instead, he chose to go to the Edinburgh School of Art in Scotland, where he studied photography. Just as he did in high school, he made top marks in all of his classes. His entire life, he'd spent his time wallowing in his own success. This didn't change when he opened his own photography business. His business took off like a rocket, he had begun by taking wedding photos. Eventually he moved on to taking photos of people on hiking trips, and the scenery itself. When the Two Day War happened, he was in high school and he had already made up his mind to be a photographer. When he learned about the S.T.A.L.K.E.R.S. through television, he knew that's what he'd wanted to do. He wanted to be the one documenting the STALKERS. Through chance, one of his clients, an old college friend that was getting married knew a guy in the Zone that could potentially help him. So, he went out and got a blowtorch and a bolt-cutter, tools of infiltration and trespassing. Through his friend, he'd also bought a pistol for self defense from the mutants. For his pack, he grabbed some canned food, a can-opener, two bottles of water, and just to celebrate his own inspiration and genius, two rather expensive bottles of Scotch. He would receive his weapon and ammunition from a hollowed tree near where he was to enter the Zone.
• 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
  
  
  
  • Weapon 1; Sig Saur P228
  • Weapon 2; Molotov Cocktail
  • Weapon 3; Knife

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

Inside the little village were numerous smoke clouds. At first glance, the amount of smoke above town would make it appear as if it had been raided a few hours before and set ablaze. However, as little Gushrak got closer,he would find no charred ruins. The hunt had been good, and for the first time this year, the Thegn called for a feast. At first, this was to Utha's dismay, as this feast would make his job twice as difficult. The town already had problems sustaining itself on its own, ever since most of the outside trade had ended.

Eventually, Utha agreed with his Lord's decision. In times like this, morale was subpar, even in the quiet little town. Once upon a time traders would sell goods here, and stop for supplies themselves. Now it was a thing of the past, and the villagers had little heart left. For little Gushrak, he would go unnoticed as the wives prepared meals and the men and children played games.

The Faraway Land

I know i know. I haven't posted or spoke in a while. Real life hit me in the face with an 18 wheeler at 70mph. I am reconsidering applying for activity reasons. We will talk Saturday @thinslayer if you'll still have me.