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Hailfire said
Damn I wish there were a like button!
You actually have no idea, I have been saying that to myself for the past 4 days of this rp
Rusalka said
I was considering that a while ago, so I decided to spruce up my CS just a little.
Yeah! Reading time!
Name: Abraham "All Time" Stronghand
Sex: Male
Age: 91
Nationality: Wastelander
Appearance: Stooped to the height of 5"9' with somewhat long grey hair. Usually dressed in baggy game-skinned pants, a light undershirt with a deer(or other game)skin vest, and a leather coat over that. He likes to keep his clothes relatively clean, but the pair of dice sandwiching a bronze cog that he wears around his neck never leave.
Personality: A tired wise old man, his years sometimes catch up to him and he feels more tired than he should. Though he is mostly a calm person he does enjoy a good prank or joke. A generally well liked person, he rarely meets a person that he has a problem with.
Background: Background: When he was young, barely the age of eight, his father took him and moved to Akaria. His father was a scientist at heart, born into the wasteland he did as much as he could, but that land wasn't exactly the most developed. They set off so his father could study the powers of steam and machine. In Akaria their life settled into normalcy. Abraham was entered into a private school where he was taught about machines and science. It wasn't until Abraham turned ten that the school started teaching the students the ways of war. He was taught how to fire everything from a wastelander rifle to chain fed gattling guns. That was where his learning differed from the other students. The Akaria teachers didn't feel it was proper to teach Akaria secrets to a foreigner, which was outrageous to Abraham because they were his father was a well accepted and respected man amongst Akaria(ian) in the field of science, so he was excluded from all lessons pertaining to the best of Akaria technology. In this time Abraham set down to learning all he could about his homeland. Between his schooling and helping his father with his work, Abraham rarely had time to make friends in Akaria.
In his early thirties, Akaria decided it would like to take part of the Wasteland. The war was waged and Abraham fought on the side of the Akaria, something that he always keeps a secret. It was in these battles that Abraham had his first love. She was a soldier in his company, a sharpshooter to be exact and it was countless times during the war that they saved each others lives. He and She shared a tent, going into battle together and returning as two for months on months. One day he was shot in the leg by a stray bullet, with her help they returned from that battle and he was able to recover. Many months passed until the officers found out about their arrangements, its needless to say the officers were furious. Somehow a Wastelander had made it into one of their best squads without them noticing. They moved Abraham to another squad the next day. In the next battle without Abraham to watch her back, she was killed by a Wastelander bullet. Grief stricken, Abraham confronted the officers, but they payed little attention and cast him from their sight. his old squad mates tried to console him, giving unto him her lucky cog, but his fury was terrifying he had lived in Akaria all his life; never once giving reason to doubt his loyalties, but they still removed him from one of their best squads and that had cost his friend her life. That night Abraham killed the officers in their sleep and fled from the camp. He spent weeks on the run, hunted by Akaria parties and Wastelanders alike. Yet somehow he managed to escape and settle in a small mining town far to the south.
Years passed and his life settled down, he found himself a wife and time passed as he became a Wastelander at heart. When he was 48, his wife died from a disease (let's just say dysentery) and Abraham set off on the move once more. He began moving from place to place; doing what he could for each area but never settling for very long. He acted as a small time vigilante, dealing justice with his shotty and sword. Many many years passed in this manner until his mining accident when he was 59, this reopened his old war wound making walking hard. When he did recover he was never the same, forced to use a cane. Blah blah blah feelings, blah blah, leg.
((ok Im going to rewrite this pile of crap. A horrible horrible backstory, its not detailed and quite badly written. The ideas are lacking also, but im tired.))
Gear:
hidden in the folds of his coat. His ornate carved walking stick...*Cough* sword cane?*Cough*
Skills: It might be a magic or just his general personality (no one knows, not even Abraham) but he can calm even the most rabid of animals, and the odd human or two, with just a few soothing words. He's quite good at acting like he is more feeble than he truly is. What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with a shotgun, though he still has some skill with his sword even despite his years.
Sex: Male
Age: 91
Nationality: Wastelander
Appearance: Stooped to the height of 5"9' with somewhat long grey hair. Usually dressed in baggy game-skinned pants, a light undershirt with a deer(or other game)skin vest, and a leather coat over that. He likes to keep his clothes relatively clean, but the pair of dice sandwiching a bronze cog that he wears around his neck never leave.
Personality: A tired wise old man, his years sometimes catch up to him and he feels more tired than he should. Though he is mostly a calm person he does enjoy a good prank or joke. A generally well liked person, he rarely meets a person that he has a problem with.
Background: Background: When he was young, barely the age of eight, his father took him and moved to Akaria. His father was a scientist at heart, born into the wasteland he did as much as he could, but that land wasn't exactly the most developed. They set off so his father could study the powers of steam and machine. In Akaria their life settled into normalcy. Abraham was entered into a private school where he was taught about machines and science. It wasn't until Abraham turned ten that the school started teaching the students the ways of war. He was taught how to fire everything from a wastelander rifle to chain fed gattling guns. That was where his learning differed from the other students. The Akaria teachers didn't feel it was proper to teach Akaria secrets to a foreigner, which was outrageous to Abraham because they were his father was a well accepted and respected man amongst Akaria(ian) in the field of science, so he was excluded from all lessons pertaining to the best of Akaria technology. In this time Abraham set down to learning all he could about his homeland. Between his schooling and helping his father with his work, Abraham rarely had time to make friends in Akaria.
In his early thirties, Akaria decided it would like to take part of the Wasteland. The war was waged and Abraham fought on the side of the Akaria, something that he always keeps a secret. It was in these battles that Abraham had his first love. She was a soldier in his company, a sharpshooter to be exact and it was countless times during the war that they saved each others lives. He and She shared a tent, going into battle together and returning as two for months on months. One day he was shot in the leg by a stray bullet, with her help they returned from that battle and he was able to recover. Many months passed until the officers found out about their arrangements, its needless to say the officers were furious. Somehow a Wastelander had made it into one of their best squads without them noticing. They moved Abraham to another squad the next day. In the next battle without Abraham to watch her back, she was killed by a Wastelander bullet. Grief stricken, Abraham confronted the officers, but they payed little attention and cast him from their sight. his old squad mates tried to console him, giving unto him her lucky cog, but his fury was terrifying he had lived in Akaria all his life; never once giving reason to doubt his loyalties, but they still removed him from one of their best squads and that had cost his friend her life. That night Abraham killed the officers in their sleep and fled from the camp. He spent weeks on the run, hunted by Akaria parties and Wastelanders alike. Yet somehow he managed to escape and settle in a small mining town far to the south.
Years passed and his life settled down, he found himself a wife and time passed as he became a Wastelander at heart. When he was 48, his wife died from a disease (let's just say dysentery) and Abraham set off on the move once more. He began moving from place to place; doing what he could for each area but never settling for very long. He acted as a small time vigilante, dealing justice with his shotty and sword. Many many years passed in this manner until his mining accident when he was 59, this reopened his old war wound making walking hard. When he did recover he was never the same, forced to use a cane. Blah blah blah feelings, blah blah, leg.
((ok Im going to rewrite this pile of crap. A horrible horrible backstory, its not detailed and quite badly written. The ideas are lacking also, but im tired.))
Gear:
Skills: It might be a magic or just his general personality (no one knows, not even Abraham) but he can calm even the most rabid of animals, and the odd human or two, with just a few soothing words. He's quite good at acting like he is more feeble than he truly is. What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with a shotgun, though he still has some skill with his sword even despite his years.
Haha, thanks Rus. Kinda short for me, but yet I do like his story the way it is.
Name: John Bishop
Alias: Winterbourne or Rook (yes I know his name is Bishop)
Nationality: Czech-English
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance:
Height/Build: 6”1’
Skin tone/colour: Pale with the slightest hint of tan
Hair colour and Style: Close cropped; dark brown
Eye colour: Grey, unnerving grey
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: Blue Woad tattoo’s on his upper biceps, many different scars all over his body mostly covered by any shirts he wears.
Fashion:
With the occasional suit jacket and pants, depending on what the occasion.
Voice: Slow deep voice...well actually his voice is pretty average, your normal English accent with a hint of Czech influences
Personality: A generally good natured guy. In the community he is well respected for his kindness and tranquility. Though normally calm he has been known to make brash decisions when he feels that a friends honor has been slighted.
During training and in combat he turns into a devil; a cold heartless killer able to do anything to get the job done. When this “mode” is turned on, he ceases to be kind and gentle. He is known to use more violent measures when in this attitude, but he never loses control. His actions are always calculated and accurate. If blending into a population he can put on a guise of “good naturedness” but underneath he is still a stone cold demon.
In both instances he loathes druggies and drugs, it is the only time when he has ever lost control. (not in a flip out and kill people, but a "dude step the hell back and never open your mouth or I will kill you" kind of way)
Biography: After a rather uneventful childhood and college life. Following it up with a mostly boring job at an engineering firm, John sought out a more adventurous lifestyle. Most of the choices he made in those early years of adulthood were frowned upon by all walks of life.
Substance abuse was a major problem for John. In those early years he got addicted to Drift, a smokeable drug that induces high speed hallucinations. The episodes are so realistic few addicts ever leave, selling everything and anything just to get another hit. When his debts became too much to pay, his supplier forced him into Underworld fights.
Underworld fights were the most activity supported games in the underworld. There were very few rules as to the actual fights; almost all weapons excluding firearms were acceptable and contestants ranged from all spectrums of abilities. The games themselves consist of a cage-match like brawl where the fighters would compete until incapacitation or death. John's supplier started him in the lowest stale matches where John's career skyrocketed. In his first two fights his opponents were fast and deadly, but the Czech destroyed them; revealing Bishop's natural inclination for battle.
Years passed as he climbed the ladder, being placed in higher and higher stake matches. The longer he fought the more dangerous each match was. Several fights he was pitted against opponents that left him close to death. He experienced his own losses amongst his many wins. Eventually he reached a point where his supplier realized that Bishop could be pushed no further or he would break and profits would fall. It was around this time when a undercover agent in the area discovered Bishop's past. The operative learnt of John's college education and job expertise. This was what attracted the UN to accept him into their program.
It was a day in summer, in the middle of a match when a UN special forces unit stormed the arena. John was taken down along with most of the watchers, but that is where their paths differed. The criminals were taken to the nearest secure location for interrogation and John was taken to a UN facility. He was tied to a table and doctors came in for hours working with little bits a machinery. When all came to pass John was stitched back up and taken to an interrogation room. That was where the officers and doctors explained what they had done. You see he was so addicted to Drift that there would be no way for them to wean off of the drug any time soon. It would take years and years to make it so he was completely free of the drugs hold. What they could do was install a biograde unit into his body that would provide more and more diluted doses of the drug. The unit that they installed was a modified version of the most expensive black market model, it was specifically designed to accept the diluted drug patches so that John would be able to get fully functioning again.
It took months before they were satisfied with his progress and he could begin training. They built of his expansive knowledge of Civil engineering, teaching him how to build explosives from basically anything. His language lessons covered his somewhat butchered Czech along with the mastery of five other main languages. They had attempted to teach him medicine, but everyone including John decided it would be for the best if he didn't touch drugs again, prescription or otherwise. The combat portion of training was more intensive. He already had a immense knowledge of close quarters combat, but they taught him simpler moves; ways to kill and incapacitate that weren't showy. His training with firearms was very satisfying for the trainers, he's no where near marksmen capabilities but he can drop several well armed targets in a room before almost anyone else can get a shot off. His training period extended far past most other trainees; so that they could keep an eye on how his rehab progress was going and so they could gather data from the other experimental systems they had installed in his body.
When the time did come for him to return to the real world they set up a life for him in large town with plenty of people and land. He was given forged credentials that had his past well marked out. His job at an Engineering firm keeps him busy and his part time at the Hardware store is more of a hobby. As long as he keeps himself away from drugs and the swimming pool his life is quite calm and enjoyable. He has taken his time to hone his personality down so that he seems like a carefree guy with no problems at all. Someone who is always there for the community and welcome almost everywhere in the town. That's not to say he doesn't dread the annual refresher courses, it give him a way to take out any pent up anger he may have been building, and allows the scientists and doctors to gather the data from his experimental devices.
(During a combat exercise in Russia in the dead of winter, he popped out of the snow where he had buried himself; terrifying the crap out of his squad. They hence called him Winterborne. Another exercise someone mentioned that of all the chess pieces they didn't think he was skinny enough to be bishop, he was more of a Rook. The name stuck)
Civilian Specialisation/Job: Civil Engineering and works weekends at his community hardware store.
Combat Specialisation: Demolitions and Intimidation
Weapons and ammo:
-Standard 40 litre rucksack; grey
-Rations
-2 six pound blocks of c4 and wiring utensils[/hider]
Gadgets:
As part of his rehab they installed a biograde unit in him. Through the use of different
it can be adapted to give temporary boosts to certain bodily functions. (think like short bursts of “powers” currently he is equipped with none, but who knows what the group might find)
Woot..
Alias: Winterbourne or Rook (yes I know his name is Bishop)
Nationality: Czech-English
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Appearance:
Height/Build: 6”1’
Skin tone/colour: Pale with the slightest hint of tan
Hair colour and Style: Close cropped; dark brown
Eye colour: Grey, unnerving grey
Scars/tattoos/birth-signs: Blue Woad tattoo’s on his upper biceps, many different scars all over his body mostly covered by any shirts he wears.
Fashion:
Voice: Slow deep voice...well actually his voice is pretty average, your normal English accent with a hint of Czech influences
Personality: A generally good natured guy. In the community he is well respected for his kindness and tranquility. Though normally calm he has been known to make brash decisions when he feels that a friends honor has been slighted.
During training and in combat he turns into a devil; a cold heartless killer able to do anything to get the job done. When this “mode” is turned on, he ceases to be kind and gentle. He is known to use more violent measures when in this attitude, but he never loses control. His actions are always calculated and accurate. If blending into a population he can put on a guise of “good naturedness” but underneath he is still a stone cold demon.
In both instances he loathes druggies and drugs, it is the only time when he has ever lost control. (not in a flip out and kill people, but a "dude step the hell back and never open your mouth or I will kill you" kind of way)
Biography: After a rather uneventful childhood and college life. Following it up with a mostly boring job at an engineering firm, John sought out a more adventurous lifestyle. Most of the choices he made in those early years of adulthood were frowned upon by all walks of life.
Substance abuse was a major problem for John. In those early years he got addicted to Drift, a smokeable drug that induces high speed hallucinations. The episodes are so realistic few addicts ever leave, selling everything and anything just to get another hit. When his debts became too much to pay, his supplier forced him into Underworld fights.
Underworld fights were the most activity supported games in the underworld. There were very few rules as to the actual fights; almost all weapons excluding firearms were acceptable and contestants ranged from all spectrums of abilities. The games themselves consist of a cage-match like brawl where the fighters would compete until incapacitation or death. John's supplier started him in the lowest stale matches where John's career skyrocketed. In his first two fights his opponents were fast and deadly, but the Czech destroyed them; revealing Bishop's natural inclination for battle.
Years passed as he climbed the ladder, being placed in higher and higher stake matches. The longer he fought the more dangerous each match was. Several fights he was pitted against opponents that left him close to death. He experienced his own losses amongst his many wins. Eventually he reached a point where his supplier realized that Bishop could be pushed no further or he would break and profits would fall. It was around this time when a undercover agent in the area discovered Bishop's past. The operative learnt of John's college education and job expertise. This was what attracted the UN to accept him into their program.
It was a day in summer, in the middle of a match when a UN special forces unit stormed the arena. John was taken down along with most of the watchers, but that is where their paths differed. The criminals were taken to the nearest secure location for interrogation and John was taken to a UN facility. He was tied to a table and doctors came in for hours working with little bits a machinery. When all came to pass John was stitched back up and taken to an interrogation room. That was where the officers and doctors explained what they had done. You see he was so addicted to Drift that there would be no way for them to wean off of the drug any time soon. It would take years and years to make it so he was completely free of the drugs hold. What they could do was install a biograde unit into his body that would provide more and more diluted doses of the drug. The unit that they installed was a modified version of the most expensive black market model, it was specifically designed to accept the diluted drug patches so that John would be able to get fully functioning again.
It took months before they were satisfied with his progress and he could begin training. They built of his expansive knowledge of Civil engineering, teaching him how to build explosives from basically anything. His language lessons covered his somewhat butchered Czech along with the mastery of five other main languages. They had attempted to teach him medicine, but everyone including John decided it would be for the best if he didn't touch drugs again, prescription or otherwise. The combat portion of training was more intensive. He already had a immense knowledge of close quarters combat, but they taught him simpler moves; ways to kill and incapacitate that weren't showy. His training with firearms was very satisfying for the trainers, he's no where near marksmen capabilities but he can drop several well armed targets in a room before almost anyone else can get a shot off. His training period extended far past most other trainees; so that they could keep an eye on how his rehab progress was going and so they could gather data from the other experimental systems they had installed in his body.
When the time did come for him to return to the real world they set up a life for him in large town with plenty of people and land. He was given forged credentials that had his past well marked out. His job at an Engineering firm keeps him busy and his part time at the Hardware store is more of a hobby. As long as he keeps himself away from drugs and the swimming pool his life is quite calm and enjoyable. He has taken his time to hone his personality down so that he seems like a carefree guy with no problems at all. Someone who is always there for the community and welcome almost everywhere in the town. That's not to say he doesn't dread the annual refresher courses, it give him a way to take out any pent up anger he may have been building, and allows the scientists and doctors to gather the data from his experimental devices.
(During a combat exercise in Russia in the dead of winter, he popped out of the snow where he had buried himself; terrifying the crap out of his squad. They hence called him Winterborne. Another exercise someone mentioned that of all the chess pieces they didn't think he was skinny enough to be bishop, he was more of a Rook. The name stuck)
Civilian Specialisation/Job: Civil Engineering and works weekends at his community hardware store.
Combat Specialisation: Demolitions and Intimidation
Weapons and ammo:
This beauty cost him nearly 45,000 pounds, minus attachments, on the black market, a fair bit of money, but he truly appreciates his gun. (I love myself my Tavor)
-Standard 40 litre rucksack; grey
-Rations
-2 six pound blocks of c4 and wiring utensils[/hider]
Gadgets:
He got one from reconnoissance buddy during retouch training a few years ago and he has been toying with the idea of removing the cameras and attaching c4. Might also just give them to the recon squad members.
As part of his rehab they installed a biograde unit in him. Through the use of different
Woot..
hahaha, Oh crap! I haven't posted it yet! Crud Crud Crud!
Hailfire said
AgreementI imagine it certainly helps with confidence in tight spots.
Haha, truth
We here in Britain must do our fighting hand to hand if fighting must be done.
Yes, but didn't you also have someone hacked apart with a machete recently? I'll take the bullet, thanks.
As it turns out I received a call at 8:30am this morning asking me if I could move the interview back to tomorrow. I'm glad I keep my mobile under the pillow.
And you didn't even have to get out of bed (joke, if you weren't awake by 8:30 that's disgusting!)
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