@SomeChap Oi, Sep has been badmouthing you. :P
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... How in the world did you even get here? Privacy means nothing to you, huh?
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
Well, since you're probably with the NSA anyway, I might as well tell you what you already know:
I'm a 25-year-old male university student from Germany. As a German, I take everything very seriously and have no humor. At all. Does not compute.
I'm not saying I'm a terminator but let's just say that there's a reason they picked an Austrian to play it - The German model wouldn't have failed. As an advanced roleplay machine, I do put a lot of effort into what I write and usually end up hating it later, but I do my best to keep it a high level of quality and quantity.
Of course, I'm joking. See? Germans have humor. Not when it comes to writing though - Roleplaying is no joking matter.
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Oking... She had heard the name of that town a couple of times over the years. Sure enough, she had fixed odds and ends for traders from this community, back when that was basically all she did in Silvershaw. It wasn't too impressive now but the rows of houses, the ruins and piles of bricks and junk, bent and rusted roadsigns, broken windows and cracks in the road, it all fed her imagination. She had seen faded pictures from before the war and, just like other places, this had probably been a nice place to live in and she was glad that she didn't have to sit around in Silvershaw, even though Aaron had had half a mind to leave her there for this mission, what with the uncalculated risk it posed. It had been a long argument but in the end, she got her will.
Honestly, to her, it wasn't about Oking. It wasn't even about going on a 'real' mission rather than a patrol or scavenging run either, although that was a major part of it. It was the first time in a long while that a larger group was going out that wasn't just a caravan and this group included Cassandra. Aaron was a great teacher but Cassandra was the reason Ellie had picked up the bow instead of the crossbow. They hadn't really interacted much, since the older woman rarely stayed in the settlement for long, but in her own way, she left a lasting impression on Eleanor.
And now, here she was, surrounded by a small group of people much more experienced than her. It hadn't really hit home how dangerous things could be until Aaron stopped and directed them into the cover of an old, ruined coffee shop. Ellie became uncomfortably aware that the bow in her hands was the third one of its kind made by her. The first one broke after a few uses; the second was sturdier and she had gathered a lot of experience with it, but ultimately its punch was lacking. This one was stronger, she was well-acquainted with and proud of it, but she had been itching to improve on it and worked on something better, more powerful and balanced... which now lay unfinished and completely useless in Silvershaw. She trusted the weapon in her hand to do its work but she couldn't help but notice the signs of overuse and decay, the microscopic cracks that her fourth prototype wouldn't have.
She stayed close to her mentor and followed the exchange that made her tense and she angrily clutched her fingers around her weapon, but almost as soon as it escalated it was already over. Duela, the woman who was leading them on this expedition, showed herself to the couple and Ellie pricked her ears to the exchange, only to be startled by a cascade of rubble and the BOOM of the Supermutant's sledge. Only now did she notice the ghoul who had fallen into their midst but she wasn't sure if McTavish didn't scare her more. Since the first time she laid eyes on him, she had been curious to talk to him and, at the same time, terrified of trying. Stories about Supermutants usually weren't the kind you wanted to listen to before bedtime, yet the Mayor accepted him in Silvershaw and while a lot of people were whispering whenever McTavish passed, Ellie wondered what the one they were whispering about was really like.
Perhaps she would find out as this adventure progressed. The guardsman and the mutant seemed to have the situation under control and thus, Ellie directed her attention back to their ghoul leader and the couple.
Honestly, to her, it wasn't about Oking. It wasn't even about going on a 'real' mission rather than a patrol or scavenging run either, although that was a major part of it. It was the first time in a long while that a larger group was going out that wasn't just a caravan and this group included Cassandra. Aaron was a great teacher but Cassandra was the reason Ellie had picked up the bow instead of the crossbow. They hadn't really interacted much, since the older woman rarely stayed in the settlement for long, but in her own way, she left a lasting impression on Eleanor.
And now, here she was, surrounded by a small group of people much more experienced than her. It hadn't really hit home how dangerous things could be until Aaron stopped and directed them into the cover of an old, ruined coffee shop. Ellie became uncomfortably aware that the bow in her hands was the third one of its kind made by her. The first one broke after a few uses; the second was sturdier and she had gathered a lot of experience with it, but ultimately its punch was lacking. This one was stronger, she was well-acquainted with and proud of it, but she had been itching to improve on it and worked on something better, more powerful and balanced... which now lay unfinished and completely useless in Silvershaw. She trusted the weapon in her hand to do its work but she couldn't help but notice the signs of overuse and decay, the microscopic cracks that her fourth prototype wouldn't have.
She stayed close to her mentor and followed the exchange that made her tense and she angrily clutched her fingers around her weapon, but almost as soon as it escalated it was already over. Duela, the woman who was leading them on this expedition, showed herself to the couple and Ellie pricked her ears to the exchange, only to be startled by a cascade of rubble and the BOOM of the Supermutant's sledge. Only now did she notice the ghoul who had fallen into their midst but she wasn't sure if McTavish didn't scare her more. Since the first time she laid eyes on him, she had been curious to talk to him and, at the same time, terrified of trying. Stories about Supermutants usually weren't the kind you wanted to listen to before bedtime, yet the Mayor accepted him in Silvershaw and while a lot of people were whispering whenever McTavish passed, Ellie wondered what the one they were whispering about was really like.
Perhaps she would find out as this adventure progressed. The guardsman and the mutant seemed to have the situation under control and thus, Ellie directed her attention back to their ghoul leader and the couple.
Hello everybody, looks like I'm with you on this ride to bring some drug addiction and teenage smarts to the mix. :P
Name/Nickname: Eleanor ‘Ellie’ Grey
Age: 17
Appearance:
Physical appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, grey-blue eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, fair skin (a little on the pale side). Scrawny, light feminine curves, small bust.
Clothes: Military pants (brown), a black long-sleeve shirt (and, depending on the temperature, a t-shirt underneath), an all-weather jacket (leather skin) with a hood, military boots (plus socks) and fingerless gloves.
Armor: Elbow- and kneepads (plastic, reinforced with kevlar) over her jacket, padded plastic chest- and backplate underneath (not the same quality as the pads – it can protect her from glancing knife attacks and will cushion a fall or punch but that’s about it). They are held together by leather straps and are self-made. She also wears arm- and shinguards of the same quality, also over her jacket. Despite their somewhat questionable usefulness in melee combat, they are light, don’t impede her movement and might make the difference between a bruise and a broken bone.
Equipment: A self-made composite bow, full quiver of arrows (worn on her back), a backpack with rations, water, a stimpak, a dose of med-x and other basics (first aid, change of undergarments, rope…).
Race: Human
Personality: Upbeat, optimistic and friendly (if a little bit of a smart-ass) on the surface, albeit sometimes very quiet and thoughtful. Towards people she trusts, she may reveal a much more vulnerable side that is still struggling with the death of her parents and the realities of the wasteland.
Traits:
Inexperienced: She has killed before and generally speaking has 'powered through' the discomfort and guilt that goes with it but she is still fairly young and hasn't been roaming the wasteland for long, so particularly gruesome displays of violence, close calls and other things most people would hardly even think of as out-of-the-ordinary can shake her emotionally.
Moral: Despite having lost her parents to raiders, she believes that people can be good and the world doesn't have to be a place of dread and violence. She holds on to her humanity and wouldn't stand idly by if an innocent was in danger (unless her fear was too great --> guilty conscience) and couldn't kill somebody unless she knew with certainty that they were guilty of something, although she'd still have moral qualms (unless it was in the heat of battle).
Skills/Attributes:
Marksmanship: Pretty good with rifles (her mother taught her but the rifle is gone, along with her parents). Aaron Logan (vietmyke's character) took her in and is currently teaching her how to use bow and arrow (her primary weapon) and she's showing a lot of promise, her accuracy and speed improving constantly, though she'd still feel more comfortable with a rifle.
Melee/Dodging: She's learned where you have to stab somebody (or something) to kill it quickly and she carries a combat knife; her strategy when forced into melee is to dodge her opponent's attacks entirely and to strike at a weakspot, ending the engagement as quickly as possible. However, should the first stab or two not hit something vital and if her opponent grabs ahold of her, her odds of winning or even surviving the engagement are 50% at best - if they aren't too strong, that is.
Science: Her father was an educated man from a Haven who enjoyed sharing his knowledge with his daughter. As a result, she knows 'sciency' stuff: A little physics here, some geography there, a little biology for good measure... oh, and chemistry. While nowhere near as skilled as her old man in this field, she knows her way around a chemistry set, from acids and explosives to medicine - at least theoretically. Gathering the supplies necessary is a different matter entirely.
Survival: Her knowledge in this field is surprisingly limited. She knows what chemical compounds she would need to test water or food for radioactivity or poison and how to remove them, but finding food and water, trapping, tracking... All these are still relatively new to her and while she might be able to survive on her own, she would rather stay at her mentor/protector's side and look over his shoulder.
Stealth: She can hide and be quiet but sneaking up on an opponent without making a single sound is a lot more difficult than that. Sneaking past somebody who's a few yard away isn't beyond her but getting close enough to stab somebody in the back is dicey.
Climbing and Agility: Knowing that her melee strength is questionable and she cannot sneak well enough to make up for it, she has taken to avoiding it altogether. She can not only run away fairly well (prudence is the better part of valor, right?) but also climb and reach high-grounds others would see as unreachable. With a certain understanding of how to move her body and shift her momentum, she will try to dodge melee attacks rather than taking them, though her lack of experience means that avoiding melee altogether is still her best option.
Backstory: Ellie’s childhood has been about as blissful as a childhood can be in the world after the bombs, growing up in an isolated farming community some hundred miles north of Silvershaw, born to loving parents who were struggling less than most. Her parents were quite different from one another: Her mother was a skilled hunter who had, earlier in her life, come across a pre-war military rifle and ammo and taught her daughter early on how to use it; her father, on the other hand, was a man of science, a very intelligent and educated man who had grown up in a Haven and never tired of teaching his child about the ‘sciences’, the vast knowledge of the world that had been lost during the war.
But what stood out most during her childhood was what she taught herself: How to build and repair things. Tinkering was the only thing one could do on rainy days and Ellie developed a stubborn determination to succeed in such endeavors. Her greatest achievement was repairing a shortwave radio, something that in itself wouldn’t have been really noteworthy if not for the contact she made – for a few minutes, she was talking to somebody who claimed to live in North America, who told her about a life that sounded very familiar to what her own part of the world had to offer. After this, they only managed to talk twice more, but that was enough to make her realize something: That the world was bigger than the community and supposed island they lived on, that there were other people out there and not everything and everyone ended in the war. It gave her a sense of curiosity and adventure.
But adventure had a tendency to come to you in this world and it soon found their neck of the woods in the form of raiders. First, tentative attacks could be easily repelled but as they increased in frequency and intensity and claimed their first lives, the community started to fall apart, families leaving in the dark of night to find somewhere safer. This eventually forced the Greys to leave when she was 13.
They moved around for a while but soon realized that they would be safest in the biggest settlement around – Silvershaw. But her parents died on their journey in a raider ambush. Their small group of attackers fought over the teenage girl and only their leader remained. Ellie managed to get ahold of a knife and stabbed him to death but was injured. After attempting (and failing) to bury her parents, she reluctantly left their corpses and most of their possessions behind and collapsed about a mile away from Silvershaw. To her luck, one of the settlement’s rangers, Aaron Logan, was returning from a patrol and brought her in.
There, she was nursed back to health but was alone and had trouble fitting in with the teenagers, repairing odds and ends for the Rangers, travelers and townspeople to earn her keep. But she wasn’t satisfied with just staying in town and was eventually (at age 14) taken in by Aaron Logan who agreed to teach her how to survive in the wasteland. She has been his protégée ever since.
Other: Ellie has developed a chem addiction (Med-X and, to some degree, Jet). Unless she hasn’t been using for a few days, there’s no physical evidence (injection marks on her arm, well hidden under her shirt and jacket) of her addiction.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Physical appearance: Shoulder-length black hair, grey-blue eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, fair skin (a little on the pale side). Scrawny, light feminine curves, small bust.
Clothes: Military pants (brown), a black long-sleeve shirt (and, depending on the temperature, a t-shirt underneath), an all-weather jacket (leather skin) with a hood, military boots (plus socks) and fingerless gloves.
Armor: Elbow- and kneepads (plastic, reinforced with kevlar) over her jacket, padded plastic chest- and backplate underneath (not the same quality as the pads – it can protect her from glancing knife attacks and will cushion a fall or punch but that’s about it). They are held together by leather straps and are self-made. She also wears arm- and shinguards of the same quality, also over her jacket. Despite their somewhat questionable usefulness in melee combat, they are light, don’t impede her movement and might make the difference between a bruise and a broken bone.
Equipment: A self-made composite bow, full quiver of arrows (worn on her back), a backpack with rations, water, a stimpak, a dose of med-x and other basics (first aid, change of undergarments, rope…).
Race: Human
Personality: Upbeat, optimistic and friendly (if a little bit of a smart-ass) on the surface, albeit sometimes very quiet and thoughtful. Towards people she trusts, she may reveal a much more vulnerable side that is still struggling with the death of her parents and the realities of the wasteland.
Traits:
Inexperienced: She has killed before and generally speaking has 'powered through' the discomfort and guilt that goes with it but she is still fairly young and hasn't been roaming the wasteland for long, so particularly gruesome displays of violence, close calls and other things most people would hardly even think of as out-of-the-ordinary can shake her emotionally.
Moral: Despite having lost her parents to raiders, she believes that people can be good and the world doesn't have to be a place of dread and violence. She holds on to her humanity and wouldn't stand idly by if an innocent was in danger (unless her fear was too great --> guilty conscience) and couldn't kill somebody unless she knew with certainty that they were guilty of something, although she'd still have moral qualms (unless it was in the heat of battle).
Skills/Attributes:
Marksmanship: Pretty good with rifles (her mother taught her but the rifle is gone, along with her parents). Aaron Logan (vietmyke's character) took her in and is currently teaching her how to use bow and arrow (her primary weapon) and she's showing a lot of promise, her accuracy and speed improving constantly, though she'd still feel more comfortable with a rifle.
Melee/Dodging: She's learned where you have to stab somebody (or something) to kill it quickly and she carries a combat knife; her strategy when forced into melee is to dodge her opponent's attacks entirely and to strike at a weakspot, ending the engagement as quickly as possible. However, should the first stab or two not hit something vital and if her opponent grabs ahold of her, her odds of winning or even surviving the engagement are 50% at best - if they aren't too strong, that is.
Science: Her father was an educated man from a Haven who enjoyed sharing his knowledge with his daughter. As a result, she knows 'sciency' stuff: A little physics here, some geography there, a little biology for good measure... oh, and chemistry. While nowhere near as skilled as her old man in this field, she knows her way around a chemistry set, from acids and explosives to medicine - at least theoretically. Gathering the supplies necessary is a different matter entirely.
Survival: Her knowledge in this field is surprisingly limited. She knows what chemical compounds she would need to test water or food for radioactivity or poison and how to remove them, but finding food and water, trapping, tracking... All these are still relatively new to her and while she might be able to survive on her own, she would rather stay at her mentor/protector's side and look over his shoulder.
Stealth: She can hide and be quiet but sneaking up on an opponent without making a single sound is a lot more difficult than that. Sneaking past somebody who's a few yard away isn't beyond her but getting close enough to stab somebody in the back is dicey.
Climbing and Agility: Knowing that her melee strength is questionable and she cannot sneak well enough to make up for it, she has taken to avoiding it altogether. She can not only run away fairly well (prudence is the better part of valor, right?) but also climb and reach high-grounds others would see as unreachable. With a certain understanding of how to move her body and shift her momentum, she will try to dodge melee attacks rather than taking them, though her lack of experience means that avoiding melee altogether is still her best option.
Backstory: Ellie’s childhood has been about as blissful as a childhood can be in the world after the bombs, growing up in an isolated farming community some hundred miles north of Silvershaw, born to loving parents who were struggling less than most. Her parents were quite different from one another: Her mother was a skilled hunter who had, earlier in her life, come across a pre-war military rifle and ammo and taught her daughter early on how to use it; her father, on the other hand, was a man of science, a very intelligent and educated man who had grown up in a Haven and never tired of teaching his child about the ‘sciences’, the vast knowledge of the world that had been lost during the war.
But what stood out most during her childhood was what she taught herself: How to build and repair things. Tinkering was the only thing one could do on rainy days and Ellie developed a stubborn determination to succeed in such endeavors. Her greatest achievement was repairing a shortwave radio, something that in itself wouldn’t have been really noteworthy if not for the contact she made – for a few minutes, she was talking to somebody who claimed to live in North America, who told her about a life that sounded very familiar to what her own part of the world had to offer. After this, they only managed to talk twice more, but that was enough to make her realize something: That the world was bigger than the community and supposed island they lived on, that there were other people out there and not everything and everyone ended in the war. It gave her a sense of curiosity and adventure.
But adventure had a tendency to come to you in this world and it soon found their neck of the woods in the form of raiders. First, tentative attacks could be easily repelled but as they increased in frequency and intensity and claimed their first lives, the community started to fall apart, families leaving in the dark of night to find somewhere safer. This eventually forced the Greys to leave when she was 13.
They moved around for a while but soon realized that they would be safest in the biggest settlement around – Silvershaw. But her parents died on their journey in a raider ambush. Their small group of attackers fought over the teenage girl and only their leader remained. Ellie managed to get ahold of a knife and stabbed him to death but was injured. After attempting (and failing) to bury her parents, she reluctantly left their corpses and most of their possessions behind and collapsed about a mile away from Silvershaw. To her luck, one of the settlement’s rangers, Aaron Logan, was returning from a patrol and brought her in.
There, she was nursed back to health but was alone and had trouble fitting in with the teenagers, repairing odds and ends for the Rangers, travelers and townspeople to earn her keep. But she wasn’t satisfied with just staying in town and was eventually (at age 14) taken in by Aaron Logan who agreed to teach her how to survive in the wasteland. She has been his protégée ever since.
Other: Ellie has developed a chem addiction (Med-X and, to some degree, Jet). Unless she hasn’t been using for a few days, there’s no physical evidence (injection marks on her arm, well hidden under her shirt and jacket) of her addiction.
@Sep Alrighty, I posted. I assume that Vhagar is still with us but should that not be the case, I can edit the post when the time comes.
Still, here's hoping that most everybody will post within the week.
Still, here's hoping that most everybody will post within the week.
It seemed all too familiar - the darkness, the creaks and clanks of metal, the sound of liquids passing through the pipes around them, the gentle humming of generators, heat exchangers and compressors, and the distant shriek of trash compactors - Lyla's body was shaking in perfect unison with the sounds, mimicking the waves of air as they crashed against her eardrums, all her senses sharpened by fear and her mind dulled by memories a child shouldn't have. If it wasn't for those around her that pulled her along, she would have been unable to move, too caught up in her own exaggerated perception of this underworld to venture deeper into it.
But thankfully, Enrik was there, he kept her moving with gentle force, gave her the anchor she needed to not lose herself.
When they reached the crossroads and the Jedi discussed where the tunnels lead, the cruelty of the situation was almost funny - Lyla felt compelled to choose the path to the surface, desperately so; she had seen so much of the depths of Coruscant that she would have gladly lived the rest of her days under an open sky, yet choosing this very route would almost assuredly shorten her life expectancy to mere hours. And, for the first time that day, Lyla truly and vividly was afraid for herself, afraid of dying and thus afraid of the surface that had been the object of her hopes and dreams before she finally reached it.
And yet, it wasn't an easy choice. The hangar bore uncertainty far beyond their control; and as if that wasn't enough, she was not too sure how she felt about the prospect of going to space. Gravity and breatheable air were a luxury in the void between the stars, one that was hard to come by and oh-so-easy to lose. For all she knew, the entire Army and Navy of the Republic was after them and since the Separatist attack on Coruscant, the upper atmosphere was buzzing with Venator- and Acclamator-class capital ships and their fighter complements. Was leaving the planet even possible?
The third option was the most brutal because it made the most sense: Lyla wished to avoid the undercity with every fiber of her being because she knew it all too well, and it was the place where she had the best chances to survive because she knew it all too well, with its hiding spots, escape paths, people, sources of nourishm-
From one second to the next, all hell broke loose. The ceiling seemed to explode and crash down, dust filling the room and mere instants later, blue blaster bolts filled the air once more. She heard Master Worror and his command. It didn't take her long to realize that falling rocks had blocked all escapes but the one that led to her past. The Force had a cruel sense of humor indeed.
Lyla took all the bravery she had and started towards the entrance, only to be slowed by Enrik. She turned her head towards him but the air was thick with dust still and she couldn't see what was holding him back.
"Come on!", she urged and pulled him with her, doing the only thing she felt capable of at that moment - Escaping into the depths she was born in.
But thankfully, Enrik was there, he kept her moving with gentle force, gave her the anchor she needed to not lose herself.
When they reached the crossroads and the Jedi discussed where the tunnels lead, the cruelty of the situation was almost funny - Lyla felt compelled to choose the path to the surface, desperately so; she had seen so much of the depths of Coruscant that she would have gladly lived the rest of her days under an open sky, yet choosing this very route would almost assuredly shorten her life expectancy to mere hours. And, for the first time that day, Lyla truly and vividly was afraid for herself, afraid of dying and thus afraid of the surface that had been the object of her hopes and dreams before she finally reached it.
And yet, it wasn't an easy choice. The hangar bore uncertainty far beyond their control; and as if that wasn't enough, she was not too sure how she felt about the prospect of going to space. Gravity and breatheable air were a luxury in the void between the stars, one that was hard to come by and oh-so-easy to lose. For all she knew, the entire Army and Navy of the Republic was after them and since the Separatist attack on Coruscant, the upper atmosphere was buzzing with Venator- and Acclamator-class capital ships and their fighter complements. Was leaving the planet even possible?
The third option was the most brutal because it made the most sense: Lyla wished to avoid the undercity with every fiber of her being because she knew it all too well, and it was the place where she had the best chances to survive because she knew it all too well, with its hiding spots, escape paths, people, sources of nourishm-
From one second to the next, all hell broke loose. The ceiling seemed to explode and crash down, dust filling the room and mere instants later, blue blaster bolts filled the air once more. She heard Master Worror and his command. It didn't take her long to realize that falling rocks had blocked all escapes but the one that led to her past. The Force had a cruel sense of humor indeed.
Lyla took all the bravery she had and started towards the entrance, only to be slowed by Enrik. She turned her head towards him but the air was thick with dust still and she couldn't see what was holding him back.
"Come on!", she urged and pulled him with her, doing the only thing she felt capable of at that moment - Escaping into the depths she was born in.
While we wait for things to be sorted out, I've edited my last post to be a little more stylistically pleasing and expanded it by a few paragraphs. The content is still the exact same but it's not quite as dull as before - just in case anybody wants to read through the story so far once more to pass the time.
@Moon Hold that thought. If you still have that post somewhere, keep it close and ready. Putting it in the thread will have to wait until Rosalind has found new participants.
@Moon Hold that thought. If you still have that post somewhere, keep it close and ready. Putting it in the thread will have to wait until Rosalind has found new participants.
@Medusa Welcome. :)
Looking forward to roleplaying with you.
Looking forward to roleplaying with you.
@Sep Thanks for that post to move things along. I'm sorry I didn't post before - I really was hoping to see some (inter)action before I wrote something else - but this forces Lyla's hand, which is positive (although I still hope that there's going to be a little more talking among us soon).
I probably can't post tonight but I should get something done by Thursday at the latest; really depends on how uni and my job treat me this week.
I probably can't post tonight but I should get something done by Thursday at the latest; really depends on how uni and my job treat me this week.
Is everybody waiting for somebody else to post first?
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