Vulture stands at one hundred and seventy centimetres and weighs around sixty-five kilograms. Her skin is fair and unblemished. While she may not be heavily-muscled nor possess a huge amount of strength, her physique is slender and athletic, her muscles well-toned from the amount of physical acitivity she had done out in the zone. Her hair is honey blonde and extends just beyond her shoulders. Her eyes are a shade of blue that reminded one of the depths of the ocean. She wears an aviator googles on her head on top of a leather bandada. Her inner wear is rather unorthodox, and is stictched together and assembled from different types of clothing. She has also crafted herself a shoulder pad with the use of leather and other similar materials. Her outer wear is just a rugged brown leather jacket. On her hands are a pair of brown leather gloves, equally rugged and worn with use. She completes her outfit with a pair of brown leather boots.
Spoken Languages: English (Fluent), Norwegian (Functioning), Russian (Basic)
Faction: Loner. Has some friendly ties to Freedom.
Reputation: Vulture used to be apart of the Sentinels, but was kicked out of the Sentinels after a rather heated disagreement with the leader of the Sentinels. She was cast out of the group, and left to fend for herself. Practically a loner since them, she has been wandering around the zone, looking out interesting things to scavenge while moving from place to place in the bid for survival. She is generally regarded as trustworthy and a loyal person. But her loyalty does not come easy. A helpful person by nature, she does often help out other stalkers whenever the need arises. She tends to hunt for bandits, a habit gained during her time as part of the Sentinels. She has known to give out her limited supplies to those that desperately need them, which can could be considered a weakness of hers. She mixes around with Freedom once in a while, and maintains good relationship with the majority of the faction.
Weapons: G36C with red dot sight optic - 5.56x45mm rounds (150 shots) SIG Sauer P226 - 9x19mm rounds (120 shots) Kukri
Gear:
Backpack: 4 bottles of water 2 energy drinks 1 bottle of vodka 3 cans of food 6 energy bars 2 medkits 5 bandages 1 morphine auto-injector 1 small gun cleaning/repair kit 1 sleeping bag
On person: PDA Notebook with pencils and pens Torch Gask Mask Geiger Counter 12,000 RU
Stashes: Old Cordon: 4,000 RU , Beretta 92 Pistol, 9x19mm (80 rounds), AK-74 , 5.45x39mm (60 rounds), 6 cans of bottle, 3 bottles of water and a spare gas mask and a spare set of clothes.
Strengths:
Observant - A keen eye for detail, Vulture can usually spot details that most people would miss or would glance over. This has helped her many times in her hunt for bandits.
Fast Reflexes - Known to have really quick reflexes and aided by her agility, she is a versatile combatant, and go from running to shooting in hardly anytime at all.
Marksman - Blessed with an uncanny accuracy with guns, she hits whatever she aims to get, making sure that each bullet counts.
Close Quarters Prowess - Equally adept in fighting in close quarters, be it with her arms and legs or with her kukri, if her opponents think that she would be harmless without her guns, they would be in for a nasty and possibly fatal surprise.
Weaknesses:
Mutant Unfriendly - Vulture is more than capable of handling the simpler and more common mutants, but when the rarer and more dangerous species is concerned, she has no experience dealing with them whatsoever.
Emotional- Prone to being emotional, Vulture can get too emotional at times, clouding her judgement and affecting her decision making capability. She can also get too kind-hearted which can put her in some awkward situations.
Lonely - Although a loner, she is not one by choice, and is always on the lookout for company she bond and gel with. Not an easy task in a place and time like this. Until then, she will continue to remain lonely.
I am interested, but I have not played any of the Stalker games before. Still cool? And I'm surprised this had so little people in it. I guess the Advanced Section doesn't have much people..
Laura was jogging alongside her comrades and the rest of her team, behind Samantha and Alexandre. They had been punished for failing the capture the flag game last week, and now they had to complete a run with ten kilograms of weight more than anyone else in the squadron. The extra weight was heavy, but it was not something she couldn't manage. While they were running, Sam had taken the opportunity to start up a conversation, touching on several of the team's weak points during the embarrassment last week.
Communication had been all over the place and that led to a terrible show of teamwork. Although they had failed horribly, Laura wasn't upset nor did she wished she had better team members. She had spent sometime among her team mates and have grown to like them. They were a fun bunch. Especially, that funny guy, Alex.
Samantha had grown to act very leader-like and began pointing out the key failures of team in the game. Laura and Nate had been asked to provide ideas if they had. The whole squad had split off to carry out their objectives without knowing what they were actually suppose to achieve, causing one helluva mess. Sam continued about communication for several more minutes before finishing, allowing Alex to butt in as he jogged alongside Samantha.
He then went on in the same snarky humorous voice she loved calling her teacher, and asking what if they communicated all the same time, thus resulting in over-communication. Jogging alongside him, Laura punched Alex's head playfully as she said that, while she laughed. "No silly, we speak one at a time, then we can have all the ideas and not get mixed up! I got it teacher, roger that!"
Alex then began to speak in a falsetto as he asked everyone to put their hands for a Kumbaya. Laura sniggered at the thought of them rubbing it in Castle's face. None of them liked him. He was indeed what one called a prick. As Alex rattled off and began beginning his thanking speech, she gave out a laugh. There he went again with his obsession of Cthulhu, as he began thanking the mythical creature.