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Well a dozen posts popped up in a very short time. Well I'm going to bed. I'll check in tomorrow sometime. Now their mummies and daddies will take them home to bed Because they're tired little teddy bears.
Hello. Me again. So pretty much I can light a fire without worrying about blowing myself up. Do the gases make it hotter/colder or foggy? Does it effect plants / buildings? Sorry I just would like to know what it'll be like outside said dome :)
What is the toxic air made up of? More specifically if exposed to fire will it explode and what are the side effects of your skin being exposed to the air
Sure thing! Also she could probably test the toxicity of the air and be looking into its properties and how it attacks the body. Or if one of the people that leaves the dome gets badly hurt she could help. I think there can be lots of uses for her. :)
Damiann47 said
We wear the gear outside of the domes, inside its all good you can around naked and not die. Another thing is generally it seems that the rest of us have packed food for extended trips outside, so just another thing to think about when getting equipment together.


Thank you. That makes more sense.
I am a little confused. Sorry if I missed something. Why do they wear hazmat suits if the dome has life support? Or is it just outside the dome they wear hazmats?
Name: Jessica Deckland

Sex: Girl

Age: Thirty Two

Appearance: Jessica has dark brown highlighted hair, but she dies her hair a dark shiny red because that was the colour when she when she lost everything. She has long dark eyelashes above blue and grey eyes that glitter with amusement, but look large on her face. Her nose is long and strait and she has a dimple beside her lips. Her cheek bones are high giving her bigger cheeks that make her look younger than she is. She is around 5'6/5'7. Her fingers are short, but her palms are longer than most. She doesn't have much of a torso. Just long legs and breasts. She usually wears her hair braided or in a bun because it annoys her down. When not in a hazmat suit she prefers to wear jeans or tights, a bra and sweater.

Skills: Jessica is a doctor, one of the best that got trained in the dome and most of the ones who weren't don't have as steady hands as they used to. She learned how to defend herself as a teen taking kick boxing and karate as well as target practice with both a bow and a gun. She camped a lot throughout her childhood and can survive alone for quite a while including making a fire, knowing which plants are good to eat and how to set up camp. She can hunt if she has to. She used to play hockey though the skill goes mostly unused now. She is a good writer and reader another rusty skill her priorities being with the world going to hell.

Traits: Jessica is quite intelligent and picks up information and new skills quite quickly. She is fast, but a child could probably beat her in an arm wrestle. She is good with puzzles and challenges, but gets frusterated easily. She is a lefty, but she plays sports, and has a stronger right foot. She is attractive, but doesn't flaunt the looks, again too worried about the poisonouse air. She is very good at reading people and knowing if their trustworthy and if their being honest. She is a risk taker when helping others out or saving their lives. Determined to help people abd morally on target.

Personality: After the poisonous gas incident Jessica went back into her shell and it took years to get her back happy and healthy. She is confidant, sarcastic, optimistic and knowledgable. She is usually a talkative when she's not working on a patient and open with people she knows and likes, the likes being the inportant part. She is opinionated, but the opinions usually stay in her head unless someone really riles her up. Her temper is quick and explosive, but she always talks herself out of being mad after a time. The worst the crime the longer it takes. She hates how forgiving she is.

Backstory: Jessica was born in Ontario, Canada where she grew up with an older brother and her parents. She travelled a lot in her younger years and had a lot of animals in her life. By the time she was 9 she new she wanted to be a veterinarian.

She had a 94% average in highschool and was heavily involved in her community. When she was sixteen she went to an away hockey tournament in Dallas, Texas. Jessica's brother was in university by then and stayed behind. While in Texas the air started becoming toxic. They started bringing in all these people by the car load. They started evacuating people who weren't citizens and didn't have a pass into the city to clear up room.

The military found them on the third day after the gases had started to become too high. Jessica's parents hid her and before they got escorted out of the dome. Jessica never knew if they made it back to the canadian dome in time or what became of her brother. A man named Roan found her a week later avoiding the military, on the streets. He was a divorced man, lived alone, but was one of the best surgeons money could buy. He took her in and taught her the trick of the trade now that veterinarian was out. She makes enough money now to be considered high-middle class.

Equipment: She carries a large backpack on her back with a hazmat suit and all her medical supplies. Basically normal first aid stuff (gauze, bandages, scissors, heat blanket ect.) Also a small oxygen tank, protective bag (works like a hazmat suit to keep the toxins out just in case the hazmat is harmed), electric needle and thread (applies heat to puncture skin easier, also numbs), pain killers, containers for samples and a fold up travel board. She has two daggers strapped into her boots and a holster that carries a stun gun (like the taser, but sends electricity through the air. Not limited by one shot. The power can be raised to kill or just stun). She has heavy duty boots and the gloves of her hasmat suit are specially made so she can do precise work.
The sun could be seen through the clouds today. Quint agreed this was a good thing as it was a rare occasion lately that the sun peaked through at all. Sprawled across a park bench she enjoyed the luxuries of having no where to be with no one to order her around. The wind blew across her face upsetting her hair, but making a consented sigh leave her lips. At her side sitting on the cold sidewalk Quest let out a yip reminding Quint she still had many responsibilities to attend to.

Letting out an embarassing groan that showed how a few sit ups would do her some good, Quint pulled herself off the rickety old wood bench warm from her body heat and clucked her tongue to Quest who obediently followed her as she walked through the deserted park leash trailing behind him. Though she should be carrying it, she figured if anyone took alarm she would have her hand wrapped around it in a matter of seconds.

It was almost lunch time, which meant that a battalion of overworked old men in suits were going to invade Quint's thinking spot. She did not want to be there when this happened. So she evacuated the premisis making her way back to her apartment to grab her camera. She should have brought it with her, but was loath to bring work into her thinking time.
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The rising of noise around the coffee shop awoke Ryan from his daydreams. After those imbeciles forced him out of the office he dreamed of leaving, but he had signed a contract and would see it through. With a sigh he looked down at his watch a citizen ecodrive. It had been twenty minutes since he fled the mongrels and he best be getting back before they came looking for him.

Taking his time to cross the street he plodded into the low built building loath to look like he was rushing to his fate. Passing through three sets of heavy wood doors he walked into the studio they put him in. The whole room was a blinding white with all kinds of unique types of lighting that Ryan had no interest in learning. His perusal was interupted by a short balding man also known as the most useless man on the planet.

Barc, a name way better suited to a dog or maybe a rodent was the director of this carnival ride otherwise wise known as Ryan's latest modelling gig. Bark made a show of staring at his watch.. Or maybe he was trying to tell the time whatever it was he was doing or wasn't doing, he stopped soon enough and pointed toward a chest near the wall. "Sit".
Charlie blinked big green eyes toward the group of strange creatures standing around talking. It took her a few seconds to figure out what they were speaking of as it was not her native tongue. She must have understood wrong though as it seemed they were talking to a robot named....Mark? Or Adi? She was not sure. Not sure at all. Everything was oh so foggy. It hurt to think about the past, made a headache pound in her skull like thunder.

The other topic registered pebbles. They were having a conversation about pebbles. The man that had left her on the beach to die instead of helping her had talked about pebbles too. If they both talked about pebbles did that mean she shouldn't trust them just like she didn't trust the old man? Charlie decided to stay hidden until she was sure of anything more than the hopelessness that filled her soul. Someone used to tell her soul's were where your strength and fortitude came from. she squinted, but couldn't picture who. Frusteration coursed through her.

Water lapped at her feet. Maybe this water had a tide. Charlie decided to find somewhere else to hide on higher ground where she could continue to watch the strange people talk.
Hello me again. If it's okay I'm turning my character from human into a dryad. Pretty much she would be very used to living in bad conditions as the race usually lives in forests. All of her skills would be toward survival skills. All show you on my character post. Let me know thanks.
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