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Noctis
Nikolas Mikos | 28 | Male
Appearance: Overall, Nikos has a commanding presence and is undeniably handsome even when hygiene is difficult to maintain. Nikos is tall at 6', making him look larger than he actually is: he's a thin man lacking bulk. His skin is an extremely light olive, pale but easy to tan. His jawline is almost always decorated with stubble or a beard, its color matching his dark brown hair. Said hair is long enough to be tied back in a short ponytail--it often is, but it's not uncommon for it to lazily be pushed back with his hands alone. He has a distinct, Greek nose, matching his other sharp features, such as his jawline and eyes. His eyes are dark brown in color, but lighter than his hair. As far as clothing goes, he likes to be comfortable and warm, preferring sweaters to t shirts. Such cloth tends to be a luxury though, so he takes what he can get.
Personality: Appearances aside, Nikolas (preferring Nikos) has grown to be oddly soft in such a harsh world. He observes with a curious gaze and rarely interferes in another's business beyond asking a question or two. Idealistic beneath the aloof surface, he is trusting and genuinely warm to others he meets. Once approached, he's all smiles and light laughs--he's expressive. In such a world, his kindness can be disarming. However, while his kindness is obvious, his goodness isn't necessarily: he's a goofy flirt with wandering hands. And beyond that, he has the same will to survive as anyone else, even if it's only hinted at in the heavier moments, when his gaze darkens in anger or fear.
Short Bio: Nikos was born to a small band, his parents simple traders. The band traveled throughout the North American continent, boasting safety in numbers and a diversity of skills. As a result, Nikos was raised quite comfortably, fitted with necessary survival skills (within a group): he learned how to patch up simple wounds, how to deal with illness, and provide basic meals among other things. For entertainment, he developed his artistic side and listened to his mother tell stories passed down from her mother of the world as it once was.
Nikos and the band traveled for years. As a teenager, he learned the trade of trade and watched his mother pass on. His father followed soon after and he was suddenly responsible for most of the trading within and beyond the band. This continued into his early twenties until the band came around to the West. The band had been dwindling in numbers despite being powerful once before. It made the band an easy picking for a cannibal ambush. Nikos and a few others survived to escape, but they had lost most of their man power and supplies.
The small group survived together for a few years, but they had fallen off one by one. By the time they reached New York, Nikos was the only one left to take place among the Rochester Hold-Up Crew.
Weapon: A short knife, used less as a weapon and more for simply cutting rope or preparing food
Equipment:
Other:
Personality: Appearances aside, Nikolas (preferring Nikos) has grown to be oddly soft in such a harsh world. He observes with a curious gaze and rarely interferes in another's business beyond asking a question or two. Idealistic beneath the aloof surface, he is trusting and genuinely warm to others he meets. Once approached, he's all smiles and light laughs--he's expressive. In such a world, his kindness can be disarming. However, while his kindness is obvious, his goodness isn't necessarily: he's a goofy flirt with wandering hands. And beyond that, he has the same will to survive as anyone else, even if it's only hinted at in the heavier moments, when his gaze darkens in anger or fear.
Short Bio: Nikos was born to a small band, his parents simple traders. The band traveled throughout the North American continent, boasting safety in numbers and a diversity of skills. As a result, Nikos was raised quite comfortably, fitted with necessary survival skills (within a group): he learned how to patch up simple wounds, how to deal with illness, and provide basic meals among other things. For entertainment, he developed his artistic side and listened to his mother tell stories passed down from her mother of the world as it once was.
Nikos and the band traveled for years. As a teenager, he learned the trade of trade and watched his mother pass on. His father followed soon after and he was suddenly responsible for most of the trading within and beyond the band. This continued into his early twenties until the band came around to the West. The band had been dwindling in numbers despite being powerful once before. It made the band an easy picking for a cannibal ambush. Nikos and a few others survived to escape, but they had lost most of their man power and supplies.
The small group survived together for a few years, but they had fallen off one by one. By the time they reached New York, Nikos was the only one left to take place among the Rochester Hold-Up Crew.
Weapon: A short knife, used less as a weapon and more for simply cutting rope or preparing food
Equipment:
- Glasses, missing a lens
- Sketchbook and whatever pens or pencils or charcoal the man can find
- A small sack of water, half full
- Rope and net
- A box of matches, almost full
- A small kettle
- The beat up canvas bag this is all contained in
- Sketchbook and whatever pens or pencils or charcoal the man can find
- A small sack of water, half full
- Rope and net
- A box of matches, almost full
- A small kettle
- The beat up canvas bag this is all contained in
Other:
- Nikos is short sighted (and I mean he can't see, this isn't a personality trait).
- Nikos is a great cook if given even the barest amount of ingredients.
- Nikos is an artist.
- He's great in a group, but almost hopeless on his own.
- Nikos is a great cook if given even the barest amount of ingredients.
- Nikos is an artist.
- He's great in a group, but almost hopeless on his own.
Riddley Hampton | 24 | Female
Appearance: Riddley is tall for a woman, standing at 5'9". She's not terribly thin compared to some of the others, hinting at her lifestyle before joining the group. Still, she has a hard, angular body, comprised of mostly lean muscle. Her skin is pale and dotted with a variety of freckles on her asymmetric face, her arms, her knees, and so on. While her bright red hair is eye catching--like fire--it's her eyes that are worth a double take: sharp and narrow, like a hawk's, and incredibly pale green. Combined with her confident gait, she carries an atmosphere of power and dignity. As for clothes, they might have been nice once upon a time, but now she dresses like the rest. Only the shiny necklace she carries stands out, and it's usually hiding in her pocket.
Personality: Her appearance isn't just for show: Riddley is a force of nature. She's controlling and determined. When she gets a vision in her head, and she wants to see it through. Humor is often lost on her and she takes life seriously, like a challenge to overcome. She very much believes in in action over words, and struggles with her position in the group because of it: she's a young woman, having little authority among the others. She has very little patience with lazy, self-defeating attitudes, and believes a person can only help himself. Despite all this, she is a good person at heart to those she cares about. She acts with courage when others might hesitate, and is never afraid to speak her mind.
Short Bio: Her father had been a reformed raider--or bandit--and had settled down with his group to rebuild a small town. Her mother shared his leadership skills and ambition. So, when Riddley was born to the loving power couple, the town had been established for a few years and they were running it. They were rich in supplies: food, water, weapons, and ammo, and Riddley wanted for nothing growing up. Her mother even grew comfortable, but her father was always on guard against threat or complacency. It was from him that she learned how to defend herself and survive should anything ever happen.
And sure enough, nothing lasts forever: there was no warning the night the small town was attacked. Buildings set on fire, food and ammo stolen, people slaughtered. Her father was growing old, but what the attacks he had often lead on small settlements and groups and even individuals was coming back to bite him. And, almost like he was prepared for this day, he shoved a bag at Riddley and told her to run. Listening to him is still one of her biggest regrets, but that's what she did, promising to come back.
The ordeal was much further West and Riddley is still unsure how long she traveled for before reaching New York. While often alone--and stronger for it--she drifted between groups, struggling to fit in to some and declaring others too weak for her liking. Now she's with the Rochester group, more recent than the others, and still working on her verdict.
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Personality: Her appearance isn't just for show: Riddley is a force of nature. She's controlling and determined. When she gets a vision in her head, and she wants to see it through. Humor is often lost on her and she takes life seriously, like a challenge to overcome. She very much believes in in action over words, and struggles with her position in the group because of it: she's a young woman, having little authority among the others. She has very little patience with lazy, self-defeating attitudes, and believes a person can only help himself. Despite all this, she is a good person at heart to those she cares about. She acts with courage when others might hesitate, and is never afraid to speak her mind.
Short Bio: Her father had been a reformed raider--or bandit--and had settled down with his group to rebuild a small town. Her mother shared his leadership skills and ambition. So, when Riddley was born to the loving power couple, the town had been established for a few years and they were running it. They were rich in supplies: food, water, weapons, and ammo, and Riddley wanted for nothing growing up. Her mother even grew comfortable, but her father was always on guard against threat or complacency. It was from him that she learned how to defend herself and survive should anything ever happen.
And sure enough, nothing lasts forever: there was no warning the night the small town was attacked. Buildings set on fire, food and ammo stolen, people slaughtered. Her father was growing old, but what the attacks he had often lead on small settlements and groups and even individuals was coming back to bite him. And, almost like he was prepared for this day, he shoved a bag at Riddley and told her to run. Listening to him is still one of her biggest regrets, but that's what she did, promising to come back.
The ordeal was much further West and Riddley is still unsure how long she traveled for before reaching New York. While often alone--and stronger for it--she drifted between groups, struggling to fit in to some and declaring others too weak for her liking. Now she's with the Rochester group, more recent than the others, and still working on her verdict.
Weapons:
- Pistol, 2/6 bullets loaded
- A large knife, hidden in her boot
- A large knife, hidden in her boot
Equipment:
- A book bag, leather and well crafted
- A few cans of food
- A bottle of water
- A journal and pen, almost out of ink
- A change of clothes
- One more clip of ammo
- Another knife, a little smaller
- A few cans of food
- A bottle of water
- A journal and pen, almost out of ink
- A change of clothes
- One more clip of ammo
- Another knife, a little smaller
Other:
- She feels anxious during new moons
- Fire scares her
- Her necklace is an heirloom from her mother, from the Old World
- Fire scares her
- Her necklace is an heirloom from her mother, from the Old World