Severe Triage

Divergent Roleplay

Name: Alex



Age: 22

New faction: Abnegation

Old faction: Erudite

Aptitude Tests: Erudite

Bio: Born and raised to get nothing but results, Alex, a former technician/engineer. Was resentful toward his loveless Aunt and Uncle who had taken him in after his parents died in a lab outbreak. Years into accessing Erudite Alex hated everyone there with a heavy passion though they would've never been able to tell as he always wears a subtle saccharine smile almost all the time. So it came as a surprise when he left to join Abnegation, to help those who care not for the end result.

To The Edge of the World...

While approaching the door Felmar sniggered. "Rockmar, you think that will rouse the good Father? My god, that man wouldn't open the door for anything less than the rapture." Felmar knelt near the door and started tapping on it. "There's a trick I learned after a good while here. They may have been able to build stable houses but doors were never their forte."

The feeble looking merchant stood up again and started breathing heavily before smashing his boot against the wood. It took a few seconds after before the door made a clicking sound and slowly opening. The group were greeted by the Father, "Felmar! I told you to stop kicking my door!"

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Felmer glanced at Rockmar. "Hmm, I would rather have kept it as short as possible. I'm sure you've heard his ramblings of..." Felmer overly exaggerates an impression of the Father. "...Diiiiviiine retribution." He looks at Rockmar. "The man has completely lost it." He sighs, "but sure. The old bugger owes me for crops I stocked up over a famine period anyway."

To The Edge of the World...

While shoving the remaining belongings that he'd taken with him before the fire into a shoddy bag, Felmar walked over to the group. "I'll need to inform the Father of my leaving so I'll tag along."

The merchant trying to stop the bag from tearing at the seams turns to distractedly towards the girl. "Uuuuh, maybe. I don't know if the..." Felmar looked at her. "Oh, you lived here in the town, right? Then you wouldnt happen to know where we could get a surplus of food or something?"

To The Edge of the World...

Finishing up a bandage on a civilian, Felmar turned to face the war torn fighter,"Cedric was it? Heh, I'm not one for a quitter plus what kind of man wouldn't lend a hand to his rescuers."

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Felmar looks up at the enquiring warrior. "Yeah well..." Felmar sighs."Thank you. For saving the town. That thing would've done damage to more than just the barn... I suppose I've got nothing left to keep me here but, word of warning, I'm a terrible fighter. But I could maintain your weapons." Felmar stands and then bows to Rockmar. "Felmar the Meek, at your service. When you decide to leave, I'll be here."

The merchant walks to help panicking peasants at the back of the hall.

To The Edge of the World...

Surprisingly nervous but maybe that's all the coffee I've had today.

To The Edge of the World...

Felmer the Meek


Age: 25

A humble merchant known for his ability to haggle. Although charismatic when bartering during normal conversations he reverts back to his shy, distant self. Even when trying to hold it together his shaky upbringing has led him to be furtive and avoid confrontation.

He is unrivalled at repairing weapons but is pretty new to actually upgrading them. Also, a decent cook. Just don't ask for his soups though.

To The Edge of the World...

Felmar collapses outside the front of the town hall, grief-stricken. "My...my barn. It's completely ruined. How will I...?" Felmar dejectedly sits against the door of the Hall. "I can't come back from this, not again. These beasts have it out for me."