Komo

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Laura was left staring at the newcomer who had shot the man with a well-placed shot to the head. She like the girl's style. Firstly, her aim was true, and her choice of words was fantastic. Fuckface indeed. Real classy. Just her style. Facing the woman, she said "Fuckface, huh? I like your style!"The tell-tale sign of an Australian accent probably one of the most prominent and distincive ones around the group.

The first woman who had been her raiding partner earlier on was starting to come to. Her jaw was pretty busted, probably dislocated from the violent blow or something along the lines. Laura helped her up as the other woman's palm rested on her shoulder as the she pushed herself up, uttering a swear word along the way. An english accent. From, England, no doubt.

Names had not been exchanged and she knew none but her own. Seeing as she began to take charge, Laura would refer to her as leader for now. Leader then spoke, urging the two women to get the hell out of here. Their plans to do that, was however rudely interrupted by the loud groan of a dark-haired man who seemed to be in intense agony.

Either that or he was one hell of an actor. The man then tumbled out of the opening, a hand clutching his stomach, face contorted in agonising pain. Leader couldn't seem to resist the sight, as she scrambled to the man's side, eager to treat him. Laura gave a brief click of her tongue, as she observed leader's actions.

That was rather unwise, especially after what happened to her, but leader didn't seem to care. She ran over to him and began preparations to treat the injured man. Laura followed after her, the black pack containing the goodies and supplies they have gathered earlier slung over her shoulder. Leader called for the bag, her palm outstretched.

Unslinging it, Laura handed over the bag to her. Leader got to work immediately, her experience and medical training clearly recognisable. As she treated the man, Laura kept a lookout for any suspicious prisoners, after all they were all deemed dangerous enough to be solved indefinitely in a floating space prison.

Yet another newcomer approached. This time, a female. Laura heard her before she saw her, the sharp crack of a twig piercing the air. She levelled the pistol at the stranger, her black bracelet glistening in the sunlight. The stranger then spoke asking if they were friendly. The blonde replied. "Do we look friendly to you?"A short time later, before the stranger had a chance to answer, yet another one came into the area. A man this time. The place that only seen three earlier were now getting more crowded by the minute.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

Hey!

So I finally managed to finish my CS. Let if know if anything needs to be changed, because I am new at this!

Hider

Basic Information

Name: Laura Johnson
Age: 24
Nationality: Australian
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Female
Height: 165cm(5'4")
Weight: 68kg (150lbs)
Eye Color: Sky Blue
Hair Color: Honey Blonde
Physical Disabilities: None
Physical Identifiers

• Burn scar on back of right calf
• Several cut scars on left arm

Appearance: Standing at 165cm (5'4")and weighing around 68kg (150lbs), Her body is athletic, while still retaining a good amount of womanly curves. Well endowed with an ample bosom and shapely hips, Laura possesses a fair share of muscles despite her womanly curves. She sports a shade of honey blonde hair which extends up to chest level and a pair of mesmerising sky blue eyes. Her face is roundish which may provide her with a soft and youthful look, one often younger than she actually happens to be.

Biography

Laura was born and raised in the suburbs of Sydney, Australia. The Thorne family was your average well-to-do australian family simply living their lives as common folk do. With a brother for company, the Thorne siblings were close, having each other for company as they grew up. Laura was spunky girl filled with determination and courage, something her brother sorely lacked. The older sibling could often be seen defending her timid brother, Logan from the numerous bullies he faced at school.

Academically, she was average, not at the top of the class, nor was she at the bottom. Her brother, however was a different story. A genius and a math whiz, he was constantly at the top of the class he was in, a stark contrast to his average sister. Laura wasn't exactly an academic like Logan, she was far more interested in the practical side of learning. When Laura was 14, she lost both her parents in a gruesome traffic accident. The siblings were now orphans, and all they had was each other. Logan was only 12 then.

The siblings were handed over to their legal guardians, their maternal grandparents. Laura took up several part-time jobs, which she went diligently after school. After work, she would study into the wee-hours of the morning, completing her homework and other required study preparations. As her brother grew older, he too chipped in with his own fair share of part-time jobs to support their family income. Their grandparents were retired and couldn't afford to support them financially.

Laura took up a hobby on her fifteen birthday, through the introduction of cooking by her grandmother. Her grandmother, like most grannies do, spoke most of her time cooking for her friends, neighbours and family. Cooking brought more fun into her life as she followed her grannie's example. Soon, she was experimenting on various dishes, adding her own flair on them. She continued coooking through the years, Logan happily reaping the delicious results of her efforts.

When Laura reached 19, she enrolled herself into the police academy. She poured her heart and soul into her training, which saw fruition as she graduated with flying colours. Laura became a full-time police officer and began patrolling the populus city of Sydney.

Their paths diverged as they grew up, Laura taking up the career path in law enforcement, while her brother, Logan sought to climb the corporate ladder. He grew out of his shell, abandoning his past timid self to become an outspoken leader in the face of adversity. Laura had always been so proud of her only brother, and the transformation he had undergone over the years. They both excelled in their respective fields, and soon enough, Logan earned a promotion overseas. He would be heading to the Seattle, in the United States to take up a the head position of the company's american branch.

Extended Information

Residence: None, Drifter
Profession: Police Officer/Hobby Cook(At home), Tourist (Current)
Aligned Faction: N/A
Relatives: Mother: Amy Johnson
Father: Michael Johnson
Brother: Logan Johnson

Starting Gear:

Weapons: Sheathed and Holstered

• Kitchen Knife
• Glock 22 Pistol, two magazines of 15 rounds each

Knapsack:

• Pen & Notebook
• Recipe cookbook
• Package of energy bars
• 1.5 litre sports bottle
• Face Towel
• Medium-sized Blanket
• 5 cans of canned food
• A Skillet
• Foldable Penknife
• Small Pocket Mirror
• Small first-aid kit

Pockets

• Leather Wallet
• Camping Compass

Skills:

• Police Training - Police training has provided her with a healthy dose of physical training and weapons know-how, along with a side of hand-to-hand combat. She is also physically fit, a requirement for her line of work.
• Cooking Know-how - Since she took up cooking several years ago, Laura has become very familiar with the common cooking methods and equipments. Armed with her trusty cookbook and her cooking skills, she is more than able to cook up meals provided she has the ingredients she require.

Talents:

• Warm & Sociable - Laura has no problems mixing around with people and making friends. Highly likable and personable, she always loves meeting new people and making new friends.
• Great sense of taste & smell - Honed by her hobby in cooking, Laura had used her great sense of taste and smell to her advantage. She is able to discern most ingredients through taste and smell simple by tasting or smelling their scents.
• Brave & Confident - A trait that only got greater as she grew up, Laura is confident and courageous, not afraid to make the first move in the unknown, and always sure of actions she takes. A risk-taker.

Other Disabilities:

• Highly Emotional - She tends to get highly emotional at times, letting her feelings cloud her judgement, which may or may not have adverse consequences in the situations she finds herself in.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

@Aeonumbra

I'm almost done with my CS, just finishing up several details. I've got an important question though. I know this takes place in the US, but does your character need to be American? Can they be of a foreign nationality?

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

@Rosalind@JulienJaden

I edited my post to show that Laura was the other woman with Elmina.
The pistol got dropped as stated by Christina, so she picked it up and shot the man.

Now, its time for bed.

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@Rosalind@JulienJaden

Ok gimme a while to edit my post. I wasn't sure if that was meant for Laura.

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I finally posted. Sorry for the delay! :|

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

At first there was nothing. Then, there was everything.

Laura woke, what supposed to be her eternal slumber now interrupted by something very violent. The sound & noises came to her first. The repeated blaring noises of the deafening alarm systems that seemed to go on forever. If it wasn't the alarms, it was alert of the some sort. Sight arrived to her as her eyes eventually regained focus for the first time in what felt like forever. Her gaze landed upon the dull gray steel plates that made up the walls of the floating space prison she was in. She saw blood smeared on the floors, crimson streaks decorated the surface amidst shards and panels of glass on the wall. Wait. Why was there glass and blood on the wall? Realisation then came to her.

That was not a wall. It was the floor, and wherever she was, she was facing it. Looking around, Laura realised that she was in a cryostasis pod, similar to various others that now stood in room, now empty. Most of the pods had fallen off their supports but a couple still remained in their original positions. Then it all came back to her, the defining moments that led to her being in this damn god-forsaken place in the first place.

Laura had been in a secret rebel hideout, planning the next demonstration with several of the other rebel leaders, when there had been a raid by the UN Special Forces. Caught totally by surprise, there was nothing much any of the rebels could do. They managed to put up a good fight, but that was nothing compared to the battle-readiness of the UN soldiers. The next thing she knew, she was ferried to the space prison and placed in ice for society's sake. There had either been a mole within them or a traitor. Laura was more inclined to guess the former.

Their followers had been loyal to a fault, that it was difficult to believe that one of them would actually betray their cause and their fellow comrades to the likes of the UN. The next thing that came to her mind was to free herself of her restrains, the only thing keeping her tied to the useless contraption she was in right now. The straps were easy to get out off, their purpose not meant to prevent escape, but to secure the body within the machine.

Eventually loosening all the straps, the blonde fell to the floor with a bang. Laura felt the throb of her back aching as it hit the floor. It was then that the blonde inspected herself for the very first time. The blonde was wearing the same grey jumpsuit that all the prisoners wore. There were holes and slits in several places, the fabric torn off by the glass shards by the fall. Except for un- godly amount of bruises that was sure to develop in due time, she was in-tact for now.

On her wrist was a black electronic bracelet that all the prisoners wore, and hers read. 22:07:2235, 10:48. The words, ARSON and MURDER was also embossed onto the braclet, likely the most serious crimes she was imprisoned for. Laura was stunned for several moments, before giving out a smirk as the realisation sinked in. A hundred years, give or take. She had been asleep for almost a century! That would also put her to more than a hundred years old, but she guessed that anyone prisoners like here that had survived whatever had befallen them would be equally as old as well. Now, that for a strange turn of events.

She gradually stood up slowly, as the woman got her footing. She stumbled out of the room she had been in, looking upon the carnage the assaulted her eyes. The stench was repugnant and the sight not much better. Corpses littered the hallways, various shrapnels and god-knows what embedded in their bodies. Whilst Laura was traversing the obstacle-laden complex now filled with fallen pillars and wreckage among piles of corpses, when she saw a lone woman headed to the top of the prison, or where the top would normally be in this wreckage.

Laura tailed the woman, making sure to remain unseen for the moment while she figured out what the other prisoner was up to. As she got up to the top, a glance later, she saw the woman attempting to open the door with her wrist. Did she have a special chip to get in there? This could prove interesting. After several brief moments, she heard the door open, albeit only slightly, and as she peeked around, Laura saw the other woman struggling to get the door open, using as much leverage as she could muster. The woman then shouted, asking for help for anyone present. She must have been desperate to call out in such a manner, when she had no idea who was present, friend or foe.

It was then that she rushed forward, lending her own force to the door, and the combined effort of the two women would soon see the door open, with more than enough space for them both to get through. Once they got in, the other convict began to rummage around in the various metal cabinets for supplies. Laura looked around on her own, searching in areas that the other woman had not yet covered. Mostly, medical supplies, she noticed. Must be an medical station of some sort. The woman than spoke, turning towards Laura as she handed her a black coloured object. A weapon! A pistol to be exact.

She was asked if she knew how to use one of these. "I do. Used them plenty of times before in the past. Pretty good with them as well, if my memory serves." She watched as the other woman continued cramping various items into her bag, as Laura kept a lookout. Several moments later, they were ready to leave, their raid finished. The pair began their descent down, their journey more treacherous than before, with their packs full of looted supplies. Laura was about to take another step forward when the woman in front of her fell as if knocked down by a hammer. She bumped into her fallen partner, sending the weapon sliding across the floor. The man now stood in front of them menacingly, ready to strike her as well.

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

I just saw this.. Will read all the posts and get my own IC post up ASAP.

No Masters or Kings - ON HOLD

@Rosalind

I'm game if you're game!

We're full! Ready to get the party started!

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

@Aeonumbra

Both you and @Yunagi write really well, and god those lovely walls of text. I don't think I've ever written that much ever before. Not sure If I'll be able to keep up with that length.

I'm still in the process of creating my CS.