Shoe Thief

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Battle Master, Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Infamous Pear Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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It seems Kathryn's joke gained some more traction then she expected. A comment from Alastor here, some fantasy dreams from Kosara, Victoria's more subtle response. Kathryn replied to Victoria with a simple "I imagine we will." Overall a joke well had and well worth it. She wondered if it was important enough to correct those who misunderstood her joke as fact but she figured they would get it eventually. What she did take note of was an additional new comer approaching the table. Another woman much to her surprise who seemed like yet another religious follower. Kathryn was starting to feel very out of place now considering the number of clerics and warlocks in the room. Her experience with anything arcane was rather limited leaving her to try to figure out how she would now fit into this newly formed group. Kathryn had no magical properties of her own, and had no idea how anything magic or arcane worked outside of a rare occasion that she never got an explanation with. The confusion showed on her face even more as she eyed the spirit that sat comfortably on her shoulder. A horse? Wait? Unicorn? Kathryn was at least able to catch her name, Mona Holcombe. She seemed nice and looked forward to learning more about the woman. "Nice to meet you Mona. Glad to see I am not the only one who noticed the unusual party setup here." It was pretty common for Kathryn to be the only woman on a lot of her caravan guard runs. Even when she was working directly with Ser Lucas it was rare to see more then one other woman in the group. It was a nice change of pace to have that reversed in her mind. It made her feel just a little less out of place.

Hugh approached and introduced himself adding a second gentlemen to the party. He explained he took steps to make sure the place wasn't a trap by hiding in the corner and waiting for them to all arrive. He explained his worries which were understandable, but it didn't help the unease that Kathryn now felt of being watched. She found herself setting her beer down while Kosara squeezed her other arm. With her now free hand she checked to make sure at least one of her axes were free. Though she was better with a sword the axe could rather easily be thrown across the room should she be attacked. She did her best to hide her now building concern of this meeting being a trap. Though she didn't have a lot of concerns with Hugh himself, a lot of that unease did come with hiss arrival and reveal of him eyeing the party before entering. She tried to set aside her bias of the situation to get a better understanding of the man before her. He seemed pretty nice, but he also had a feeling of being worn and beaten down. As if a toll was building up on him.

Kosara was having the time of her life squeezing Kathryn's arm. Kathryn held back a humorous chuckle as the small horned woman was having the time of her life. Kathryn had trouble figuring out if these actions were totally innocent or if there were some more Lewd intentions at play. She was a lot more tolerable then others who wanted her attention though so there was a plus. The comment about massages only left Kathryn more confused about the small girl's intentions. "Kat probably works best." She contemplated how to answer the massage comments for a moment before answering. "Let's see how this quest goes first alright? No point in making promises when we don't know what the future holds." With how several events in her life played out, she found herself pretty regularly not planning for the future outside of rather short term goals. Kathryn found the comments between Hugh and Kosara rather amusing though took note of Hugh's indirect answers. She found it suspicious and she found herself looking around the room briefly to make sure things were still safe. She also noticed the back to back comments about her grandfather and decided to ask about it. "Your Grandfather seems like a rather nice person. Are you close to him?"

An authoritative, almost power demanding voice straitened things up pretty fast. Marita Barel as she introduced herself took charge of the situation, turning this casual get together into a meeting of asset consolidation and mission priority. It was commanding and Kathryn respected it. It reminded her of Ser Lucas when he took charge of the situation. The woman wanted motives in the air, and she wanted to know what each member brought to the table. She explained she was a Cleric of Pholtus, but that didn't mean much to Kathryn other then she held arcane abilities that Kathryn did not. After the quest, she would make it a goal to learn more about arcane magic and religious groups. The members of this new party started listing off their skill sets and abilities and Kathryn was overall very impressed. Hugh was specialized in situations of needing to be quiet and helping the party do the same, Victoria was a bard, which Kathryn wasn't sure how well it would be applied to their situation but the woman had a feel about her that said she could not only hold her own, but that she could cover abilities that no one else in the party could. The woman made a point to explain how her skills would help round out the parties in areas they may have been weak, and she could see the logic in that. Kosara seemed to know a bit more on Victoria then Kathryn did. Alastor much like herself was another martial focused companion. Something a lot closer to what Kathryn was used to working and interacting with, so it was nice to know she wasn't alone in that regard.

Kathryn got ready to explain her own self when a woman who introduced herself as Naivara Gray walked in and introduced herself. Kathryn wondered if she was a woman who demanded the attention of the situation, but watching her interact with the situation at hand it was clear she was struggling. For her, this was an attempt to rip off the bandage then let the situation drag out and get worse for herself. Kathryn understood that idea. She had been like that for years until it had been drilled out of her. She was a hermit? That left Kathryn curious about her lifestyle. She wondered what life was like for her. Was it something like herself and Ser Lucas on the road? Or was it even further from that? Kathryn would have to ask about that at some point. Kathryn added to Marita's reassurance. "Welcome aboard. I'm excited to get to know you as well." Kosara introduced her skill set next, and Kathryn was impressed watching the girl show off her skills in magic. Far more then anything Kathryn knew how to do, some healing magic and cantrips. She seemed to cover a jack of all trades situation which worried Kathryn and without any noticeable armor the girl seemed very susceptible to being squished or stabbed or worse.

Kathryn stood up letting the chain mail slide itself back into place as she took her turn to introduce herself. She gave a short bow before speaking and then stood up once her title was spoken. "My name would be Ser or Lady Kathryn Pyke of the lands of Arcanaple. Whichever you prefer." Her accent got a bit heavier when stating her title as if it could only be said with her accent. "To get into skill sets, I have been trained in a long list of martial weapons, combat styles, maneuvers, and tactics by Ser Nathan Lucas of the lands of Arcanaple for the last dozen years. I can take a beating, and I can give one out considerably harder. My personal specialties are with a long sword, but I am comfortable with a rather large range of weapons. I've been told by a few people I am rather strong, and I am inclined to believe it at this point. Most of my experience at this point comes from guarding caravans and tagging along with Ser Lucas on his own missions when possible." She normally preferred the more humble approach to things, but there was clear pressure to show that she could carry her own weight and assist the party in areas they may need it. So she made an exception. "I look forward in seeing how our diverse skill sets can complements each other." She said with a smile before sitting back down next to Kosara.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Battle Master, Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Infamous Pear Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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Kathryn had little experience with adventurers. Most of the company that Ser Lucas worked with tended to be soldiers, guards, mercenaries, and others of those likes. What she did notice is what they had in common, the smart ass comments, the strong silent types, and at least one flirtatious one. Victoria had made her presence known pretty fast, and seemed decent enough. She expressed interest in staying in contact post contract and that sounded pretty nice to Kathryn. At the moment Kathryn had nothing to go back to other than the tavern she had been calling home for close to three months drinking enough to make herself wasted. Which unfortunately for her was a lot, so it was expensive. "Nice to meet you Victoria." Kathryn replied with a bit of a smile. Korsara was her own story, she seemed to know less of their situation then Kathryn did. Which wasn't a lot to begin with. She seemed fun. She was still getting a feel on the rest of the party. Mostly those who had arrived before her.

Like what has happened nearly every time Kathryn had gone to a new place in recent years, the comments began. Victoria was the first to make a joke about Kathryn height. As far as she could tell there wasn't malice in it so she wouldn't need to retaliate for it. Not entirely. "I suppose that is true. But that isn't the reason I am as tall as I am. You see..." She broke off for a moment, as if contemplating if saying the comment was worth it. Then turned to lock eyes with Victoria with the most serious face Kathryn could make. "I am a half giant. Though my final height can't be predicted it's not unlikely I will be doubled in height in a few years time." She spoke as if it was matter of fact and took another sip of her beer. "Buuut I suppose the veggies helped." She chuckled returning her attention to the rest of the group.

Then there was the responses of Kosara. Starting things off with with a nice offer of cooling her beer for her. "There's not much left, but if you don't mind I'd love it. Thank you very much." Kathryn had just met this woman and she already liked her. If there was any weak spot for the giant woman it was her love of beer. "I see you're also a woman with a taste for the finer things." Kathryn spoke while lifting up her beer. Then Kathryn knew something was up when Kosara made her way to Kathryn's side and started staring at her the way that Kathryn stared at a barrel of beer from her homeland. The request to touch her arms through her off pretty drastically. She had been on the receiving end of a few comments, most much more inappropriate then this. So hearing this threw her off quite a bit. She hesitated for a moment, and was ready to tell her would be admirer a firm no. But when she turned to at least look her in the eyes of the girl something about those eyes. Combined with the beer mustache and that face... "I uh... Okay..." Kathryn held out one of her arms in front of Kosara so she could feel it. Then with her other hand took another swallow of her beer nearly finishing it.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke Human, Battle Master, Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Infamous Pear Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A

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A few weeks back Kathryn found herself in celebration with other caravan guard members on a job well done. Though heavily intoxicated at the time, she was still able to pick out a messenger asking around for her surrogate father. It wasn't long before the messenger came up to Kathryn who at this point in the night was barely able to stand. "Excuse me ma'am. I heard I could find a Ser Lucas here? Do you happen to know where he may be?" These messengers and letters were not uncommon, Ser Lucas was a very capable soldier who possessed fighting skills that few experienced soldiers could challenge. Better yet, he was cheap compared to others with identical skills. Kathryn sat up slowly in her chair as to not make herself dizzy, the shifting chain mail being audible clinking with every movement. She answered with a faded accent as she spoke. "I'm his ward. You can pass any message you have for him to me." The messenger seemed to hesitate before speaking. "That's all well and good ma'am. But I was informed to give this letter to him directly." Kathryn frowned with a look of gloom on her face. The messenger, a young man who likely understood what was about to be said next held his own disappointed face. "Ser Lucas died just over two months ago. If I can help though, please let me." There was a mix of desperation and pity in her voice. She wanted a chance to prove herself, and she had a feeling the messenger wanted to get at least something for his efforts. "I am still his ward. I can take any letter you have for him." The young man nodded and handed Kathryn the letter.

She took a moment to read the letter and thanked the man. Leaving him a tip before he left, Kathryn planned her next move. She'd need a ride and passage to Darenby if she was to make it in any reasonable time. It was moments like this she wished she still had a mount to ride, but as things were she couldn't care for such an animal, nor afford one. It wasn't too hard for a woman in her line of work to hitch a ride with a caravan. What Caravan didn't want a well armed and well armored fighter to hitch along for the low low price of needing a lift? Kathryn finished her drink and stood up to get some rest before she prepared for the trip. She realized her mistake the moment she stood up, she had way too much to drink, and she had until she hit the floor to think over her mistakes.

Now she was riding in the last wagon of a trading caravan attempting to sand out a new patch of rust that had formed on her chain mail. Though she did what she could to maintain it, the armor was older then she was, and couldn't be stored in ideal conditions. She sanded until she noticed her last piece of sandpaper had been worn down to uselessness. When this job was over she'd need to buy some more. The armor would hold up for now, but if she didn't clean it up soon the surface rust may get worse and ruin the effectiveness of her chain mail. Her sword was also in questionable condition. It had been nicked, chipped, and well used in countless engagements. Her grandfather had given this sword to her father, and it was one of the few things she was able to take with her as she fled home. It may have been older, but she had no way of knowing. Ideally it should have been placed upon the family mantel as a symbol of authority for her family. The high quality steel had seen enough abuse that would have had other swords melted down to be scrapped for the raw metal.

The wagon came to an abrupt stop, her first instinct was to slide back into her chain mail as fast as possible, a habit that had been drilled into her for years. It still took time but she was fully armored up by the time the head caravan guard opened the covered wagon. "We're here. Darenby." Kathryn stepped out and nodded at the man before putting her helmet on. "T'anks." She started to walk off when the caravan guard spoke up. "What bring you here anyways?" She hesitated trying to remember what the letter said. "Was told Goblins. Seems like easy money if ya ask me." She said with a bit of a jolly tone to her answer. The caravan guard shrugged and the two went their separate ways.

Kathryn found herself at The Infamous Pear Inn before too long. As many buildings she had to bend over quite a bit before stepping in due to her rather tall stature. She still managed to hit her helmet on the door frame with a rather loud Clank. "ow..." Once inside Kathryn took a look around the tavern. It seemed rather nice overall. A place not too unlike the inn she had been taking on and off residence in for the last few months. She took off her helmet letting her braid down behind her. The place was comfortable enough that she felt safe enough to be without it for now. She walked over to the barkeep her chain mail shifting noisily with every step. "Excuse me sir, I am here to meet with the Arbalest party?" Owen the barkeep was a very pleasant man to chat with. He seemed rather excited himself to be here and to be apart of something important. She couldn't blame him. "Thank ya for the help good sir." When offered if she wanted something she requested a beer of local brew, paid for it, and left with a simple thank you before heading over to the table.

A lot of thoughts passed through her mind as she approached the table. First, she wasn't late. With how long it took her to get here she was worried she would be. Next, were the strange creatures sitting at the table she was to meet at. One was blue with dark hair, and the other she figured could have passed for human if not for the horns that were a clear indicator otherwise. Kathryn found herself starring far longer then was probably appropriate. She broke her trance and made her way to sit at the table. "Sorry. Hope I'm not late." She sat with a light clank as her chain mail landed in the chair. Taking a rather large sip of her beer she took the moment to evaluate those who had showed up so far. A tallish blue man with horns who at first glance seemed like he could hold his own in a fight, the girl with the horns like the blue man who seemed to have little clothes to her name. Kathryn wondered if that was personal choice or just a lacking of. Either way, it's something Kathryn wouldn't be as comfortable with. Granted Kathryn is never comfortable outside of wearing heavy armor. There have been nights where she slept in her armor due to the situations at hand. Then there was the other woman, a fellow human. She seemed ready to move on with the day, and seemed ready for a fight should it come to it. Thankfully the girl with horns had introduced herself before as Kathryn had arrived at the table as Kosara. She seemed pretty fun, already had beer on her face. "Nice to meet ya. My Name's Kathryn Pyke." Kathryn was glad she had a name for the girl now so she didn't have to keep mentally referring to her as 'The girl with the horns'.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

Kathryn Pyke

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Kathryn Pyke

Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05

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STR: 20 (+5) DEX: 11 (0) CON: 16 (+3) INT: 12 (+1) WIS: 12 (+1) CHA: 14 (+2)

HP MAX: 49 Armor Class: 19 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: N/A

Alignment: LG Defenses: N/A

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Description

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One of the first things people will notice the first time they meet Kathryn, is her height. Standing at 6'10" she towers over most crowds, ducking to enter most doorways, and in some buildings needing to stay hunched over to prevent her head from dragging against the ceiling. If she does happen to hit her head on the ceiling, she should be relatively safe. As she tends to be wearing heavy armor in and out of combat near all of her waking hours. Dressed in old, but well cared for chain mail, the armored half giant stands tall and imposing in any room. Kathryn is rarely someone to try and abuse this though, as to make others comfortable she tends to try and make herself seem smaller than she actually is. With little success. While wearing armor many people may have trouble telling if she is a man or a woman, as Kathryn puts little effort into appearing feminine while within her armor. In the few occasions where she may be out of armor in public, or around others, she can be seen wearing comfortable clothes. Or extremely over bundled.

Though Kathryn is very protective of herself, and it shows in her posture, she also works to be polite to everyone around her. Giving everyone a chance to do the same for her. Despite wearing heavy armor most her waking hours, she will make an active effort to have her helmet removed when in conversation somewhere safe to keep good eye contact, and to appear as least threatening as possible to those she would call friends and allies. To add to this, the tall woman is more willing to put on a more hostile tone if it means someone who may not be able to do the same for themselves is safer.

Kathryn is a child at heart. Optimistic about everything and everyone. Believing everyone deserves a chance or two so they can prove themselves to be their inner good. She views the world with wonder and amazement as if only seeing much of it for the first time. Curious to learn all of it's secretes, and to unlock all of the worlds massive potential! Viewing much of the world as if it was more wondrous and amazing than the last place she had been. This part of her struggles to poke through as it tries to pass the well disciplined and guarded exterior. The part of her that fears of letting her guard down just a little too much, and facing punishment for it. She is always ready to fight and defend herself, and the others around her. Despite the lingering fear and concern she struggles with, she doesn't let it get in the way of her optimistic nature. And she takes great deals to not have people think she is weary of them and ready to face them off. She will take steps to make herself as non-intimidating as possible though methods that make her appear smaller then she actually is. Sitting in chairs, leaning over furniture, or kneeling down to bring her eyes level with others in situations where that wouldn't be seen as offensive such as with a young child. But with all of this, her hands are always within a couple feet of a reachable weapon prepared for a fight.

Kathryn is a young woman of 22 years of age. With a physical build that could pass as older than she was, and facial expressions that would imply the opposite should one not see the nearly seven feet of steel supporting the head. Her hair when it's not pinned out of the way, is long and braided, running down the length of her back in an attempt to keep it presentable, and out of the way. On rare occasions other than resting, she may let her hair fall loose, allowing it to spread out. Kathryn's pale skin when visible, tends to be slightly paler than most compared to her homeland, due to the lack of actual sunshine her body actually sees on a regular basis. Her eyes on the other hand, are as grey as a morning cloud over a mostly clear ocean. Bordering silver, they stand out for those who take notice.

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Personality

Kathryn is the shield that protects those who can't protect themselves, those who are in need of assistance, and those who are willing to do the same for others. She will periodically put herself between a potential danger and those it may effect many times with little regard to her own personal safety.

Several of Kathryn's more professional behaviors will come across as heavily rehearsed. Though not as a noble woman, but closer to a soldier who is addressing superiors, or a makeshift imitation of what someone may expect from a noble woman. In many ways Kathryn is much like a child. She is easily excitable, everything she sees and hears is a new adventure for her. When she first meets new people she will enter an environment as a quiet yet curious person who is mostly sitting back and looking around. When she gets herself comfortable she becomes extremely trusting, and all filters are thrown out the window. She can become a bit rowdy, loud, and very personable. Because of this it is rather easy to get on Kathryn's trusting and caring side and easy to stay there. Should that trust be betrayed it's considerably harder to get it back. Kathryn likes to see the best in people, but if that image is shattered it becomes a rather extreme challenge to get it back.

Kathryn struggles with her own personal confidence issues. She does the best she can to come across as humble and to not come across as more important as anyone else, though she has a high confidence in her skills and is not afraid to voice it. Even if those skills are not always up to par with her standards. She struggles for the reassurances of others, and will go out of her way to please those around her.

Backstory

Kathryn from a young age was never destined for much. Being the oldest child, she held importance to her family as it worked over its last hurdles to no longer be a minor house within the kingdom of Arcanaple. Being the oldest daughter, she was not destined to be the heir of this up and coming family. But to be married off to another more powerful family to give her family's recent war claims legitimacy, and hopefully boost her family up just a bit more. These relations came at a cost. Another noble family, one much older, and considered one of the most powerful outside of The Lord of Kings, was forced to give up territory that was given to Kathryn's family several generations past. Tensions would always flair, but as the family worked up the status ladder, Kathryn's father had decided to try and smooth things over with the rival house. Inviting them to the current years harvest fest when Kathryn was but a wee lass of nine, the family would find themselves wiped out to nearly the last couple members.

Kathryn would survive, and shy of her uncle and some of his own staff, the whole household would be wiped out. Kathryn and her uncle would fight for months with the Lord of Kings for justice for the crimes, calling in every favor they could muster, spending what little was left of their wealth, only for it all to end when her uncle finally succumb to his injuries from decades of war, and the pressure of trying to preserve his household. Ser Lucas would take the young Kathryn and flee Arcanaple in desperate hopes to keep her safe from those who would do her harm, and those who would be indifferent to it such as The Lord of Kings. Though being nobility would help traverse the land, Kathryn's name would cause all sorts of unwanted attention for her and Ser Lucas. So she would pick up the name Pyke. A common name for lordlings who go adventuring from Arcanaple, both to mitigate fallout against their family should they mess up, and to keep privileges to a minimum. Making it easier for a young knight or lordling to make a name for themselves not tied to their family. Or in Kathryn's and few others cases, to hide from their shameful exile.

Ser Lucas would spend most of Kathryn's life training her in the art of war. Despite his own limitations, Kathryn had a good foundation to start from and found herself picking up much of his teachings well. Though he would rarely let her participate in actual fighting. Only a few times in the name of self defense. Protecting herself and Ser Lucas from bandits, goblins, and in rare occasions optimistic mercenaries. By the time they found themselves at Avonshire, Kathryn had been on the road more than a dozen years, and more than half her life. Their hope was that Avonshire would be far enough away to avoid the influence of those who would benefit from their heads on a spike. Or far enough away that those same people thought they would never come back. All that was left, was to find work and housing and to figure out where to take things from there.

A few days after arriving within Avonshire, Ser Lucas would pass from old age. Leaving Kathryn alone in a foreign land, and being buried far, far away from home. Finding herself on her own after burying her mentor, she would soon find herself an inn, and begin drinking away the savings the two had collected over the years. Until she would find herself coming across a strange letter for her former mentor. Though he had passed, and some of his contacts may have known where to find him, it was weird to find it now. A job, and Kathryn's chance to figure out what the hell she is supposed to do with her life. Taking her possessions, beer, and what will she had to face a new day, she charged off to the fort to take the job. Where she would meet the strangest group of adventurers she had ever met. Ones she hoped she could call friends.

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Extras

Likes:

• Fighting and Sparing
• Alcohol
• Stories
• Parties
• Shiny things
• Music
• Exploring

Dislikes:

• Manipulation/Dishonesty
• People with superiority complexes
• Expensive novelty items (Except jewelry)
• Expensive liquor
• Looting corpses
• Dogs

Hobbies:

• Singing
• Sparing
• Working out
• Partying
• Studying

Other:

Quotes

"If you're going to make a joke about it make it now. I've heard them all and I'd rather just get it out of the way now."
"Yes sir... I mean.... Grace? Lord? Sir? ser?"
"Look, here's the deal everyone. Those of us who have been through these fights know how hectic these things can get. So if any of you lot want to surrender now before the killin' starts, no one will be ashamed of you. But I can not promise the same once the fighting starts." ~Likely talking to a bunch of orcs or goblins while they are in the middle of a dinner
"Look, it's just a few beers, whats the worst that could happen?" ~Moments before disaster

• Kathryn is ambidextrous to an extent. Though some tasks she is more comfortable with one hand over the other.
• Though Kathryn has been trained in combat for much of her life she has next to no combat experience outside of a few encounters.

Party Role: Party Tank, party caretaker, emotional support giant, Physical might

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

I just realize I posted without the image. Knew I overlooked something so I am going to get one put together real fast. Then if cool I'd like to edit it really fast.

Edit: Sheet should be done.

Avonshire - D&D Based Adventure

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Kathryn Pyke

Human, Fighter (Battle Master), Level 03

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STR: 18 (+4) DEX: 12 (+1) CON: 16 (+3) INT: 12 (+1) WIS: 12 (+1) CHA: 14 (+2)

HP MAX: 31 Armor Class: 19 Movement: 30 ft Spell DC: N/A

Alignment: LG Defenses: N/A

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Full Character Sheet

Description

The first thing anyone will notice about Kathryn when she walks into the room is her height. Tall enough that she must bend over in order to enter many rooms or buildings it is impossible to not notice the 6'8" towering woman. With the amount of armor she wears it's nearly impossible to tell if she was a man or a woman at a first glance. Though she has a rather humble demeanor about her it's rather easy for her to take the presence of a room with how much she stands out. This is only amplified by the fact she is rarely seen without wearing armor and is always armed in some way shape or form. In environments where she isn't expecting a confrontation she will remove her helmet to make it easier to hold conversations and maintain eye contact with those around her. Despite being of noble birth nearly everything she owns is visibly hand me down equipment. From the armor having the rust sanded off it in several places, to dents and scratches across must of the rest of her armor, and other segments being mismatched simply acquired to help serve a purpose. Nothing shows this more other then her old sword that has been visibly patched up in several places.

Once you get past the armored warrior Kathryn is a child at heart. Looking upon nearly everything with wonder, curiosity, and amazement. As if every place she enters is even more unique then anywhere else she has ever seen before. Strict training has conditioned her to always be in a ready posture when wearing armor, but despite this Kathryn will normally take steps to make herself as non-intimidating as possible though methods that make her appear smaller then she actually is. Sitting in chairs, leaning over furniture, or kneeling down to bring her eyes level with others in situations where that wouldn't be seen as offensive such as with a young child. Despite all of this, her hands are always within a couple feet of a reachable weapon prepared for a fight.

Kathryn is a young woman of 22 who has a build to make it rather easy to pass off as older then she is, and facial expressions that make it easier to pass off as younger then she actually is. She has let her auburn hair grow out down her back and normally keeps it in a tight braid to prevent it from tangling. When she is feeling relaxed enough she may decide to let it flow loose, but will do so rarely outside of resting. She has a skin tone that is mostly pale with a bit of a darker complexion then most with pale or Caucasian skin tones. Her eyes are as grey as a morning cloud over a mostly clear ocean.

Personality

Kathryn is the shield that protects those who can't protect themselves, those who are in need of assistance, and those who are willing to do the same for others. She will periodically put herself between a potential danger and those it may effect many times with little regard to her own personal safety.

Several of Kathryn's more professional behaviors will come across as heavily rehearsed. Though not as a noble woman, but closer to a soldier who is addressing superiors, or a makeshift imitation of what someone may expect from a noble woman. In many ways Kathryn is much like a child. She is easily excitable, everything she sees and hears is a new adventure for her. When she first meets new people she will enter an environment as a quiet yet curious person who is mostly sitting back and looking around. When she gets herself comfortable she becomes extremely trusting, and all filters are thrown out the window. She can become a bit rowdy, loud, and very personable. Because of this it is rather easy to get on Kathryn's trusting and caring side and easy to stay there. Should that trust be betrayed it's considerably harder to get it back. Kathryn likes to see the best in people, but if that image is shattered it won't ever be repaired.

Kathryn struggles with her own personal confidence issues. She does the best she can to come across as humble and to not come across as more important as anyone else, though she has a high confidence in her skills and is not afraid to voice it. Even if those skills are not always up to par with her standards.

Backstory

Kathryn was the oldest child of her parents in a noble household. From a young age it was made clear that she was destined to be married into another noble household to help boost relations. When she was nine her family had invited another household that they had a strained relationship with over for a feast and a celebration of the yearly harvest in an attempt to calm things down between the households. By morning Kathryn would be the sole surviving member of her family. Taking advantage of the situation the opposing household used the opportunity while in the walls of her home to wipe out the guard and eradicate the family one by one. Kathryn would have been among them if not for the aid of one of her Father's Men at arms. In the chaos, she left with nothing to her name except the clothes on her back, and her father's long sword.

Kathryn and Ser Lucas would travel the country side for many years. Getting what help they could from their allies and friends. Though as the years went on and the opposing house consolidated power allies started to become few and far between. Forced to leave the country as a whole Kathryn picked up the family name Pyke, a name common for nobles from her homeland who have been exiled, cast out of their homes, have brought dishonor to their family name, or have been considered illegitimate children of their parents both in an attempt to hide while maintaining some royal explanation for things that won't be easy to explain away, and to maintain some sense of authority and legitimacy should she ever try and return home. The duo would find themselves in Avonshire before too long in search of work and safe haven.

Ser Lucas would pass from old age before too long, leaving Kathryn what teaching's her father's man at arm's could teach her. Though she had some improve training from someone with a good understanding of it, her experience is lacking and her understanding of the world mostly comes from what little she remembers of her family and what the former soldier had been able to teach her.

Bestiary

Extras

Likes:

• Fighting and Sparing
• Alcohol
• Stories
• Parties
• Challenges
• Music
• Exploring

Dislikes:

• Manipulation/Dishonesty
• People with superiority complexes
• Expensive novelty items
• Expensive liquor
• Dogs

Hobbies:

• Singing
• Sparing
• Climbing
• Partying
• Studying

Other:

Quotes

"I consider myself an honorable and respectable person. And I know the battlefield is a rather hectic place. Should things kick off in an unpleasant manner communication could become difficult to convey. Minds become muddied and we as soldiers and fighters may make choices we will regret without thinking about it properly. That is why I am giving the lot of you the option to surrender now before I have my way with you. Proper shelter and treatment will be present for those who surrender now. Any takers?" ~Likely talking to a bunch of orcs or goblins while they are in the middle of a dinner
"I think I got it. But just incase, tell me the whole thing again. I wasn't listening."
"If you're going to make a joke about it make it now. I've heard them all and I'd rather just get it out of the way now."
"Yes sir... I mean.... Grace? Lord? Sir? ser?"

• Kathryn is ambidextrous to an extent. Though some tasks she is more comfortable with one hand over the other.
• Though Kathryn has been trained in combat for much of her life she has next to no combat experience outside of a few encounters.

Party Role: Damage Sponge, Physical damage Specialist, the worlds best distraction, and an impromptu caretaker.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Jail Skills: N/A

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Manny was glad that Nikki had some joy from his comments. He was nowhere near the physical fighter he was almost fifty years ago but it was nice to get a laugh out of it. "I don't think I could hold my own against Maddoc in a hand to hand situation anymore. Skeet shooting? I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curios how that would go down." He smiled. Moments like this brought what youth he still had in him to the surface and it also served as a nice ice breaker. "I do suppose you're right though. I don't work with security or safety. I'm fine with being arguably the best dentist left on the planet." Likely by default, but that was apart of the humor of it.

Nikki took the real news about as well as expected. Manny let her speak and say what she needed to say. The better Manny understood what her thought process was the better he could help her with this. This was worst case scenario and the situation Manny would struggle with the most. She couldn't see the practical reasoning to learn these things in school. "I suppose you are right." He spoke in a completely relaxed tone as if she had a point to be considered. "I suppose there is nothing I can do to change you mind on the matter. I know when I was your age there was nothing my father could say that would make me change how I was doing things." He paused for a moment deciding his next words. "I simply don't know you well enough to motivate you. The best I can do is warn you of some of the struggles you will face if you decide to brush off your work now." He grabbed the papers and looked through them a bit, opening to a page with the incomplete math work. He turned and showed them to Nikki. "Do you know what those in administration and among the officers will think if they see this kind of stuff on your work? A lack of dedication. Commitment. An inability to problem solve. It wont matter if it's true or not. But as a member of security your responsibilities will be greater then a grade. It will be people's lives. These tests we give you serve more then to test your knowledge of topics. It's also a test of character." He sighed setting down the papers. "This information also isn't meant to be useful or practical now. It's simply impossible to teach and prepare people for every possible situation that may arise. It is meant to be a foundation of knowledge to make tasks and problem solving easier throughout your whole life. Not just the short term. Even this, the undead. It's short term. Someday there will be a day where the living outnumber the dead again. I don't know when, but it will happen." It could be years, it could be generations. But Manny did believe humanity would recover from this. The only advantage the dead had was their ability to take punishment and a total lack of arrogance. Humanity held the rest of the cards, and when push came to shove were pretty decent at setting aside their arrogance..

Manny took a moment again. If he fucked this up it could only make things worse. "I'm not saying you can't do it. In fact out of most of the students I think you're one of the few who could probably get through this world without giving a damn about your education. My hopes aren't as high for some of the others. What I am saying is that you will be faced with a whole other set of complications and problems if you don't. You and others your age will already have countless challenges to face that no one in history has had to face before. I am simply asking you to try and utilize every tool we can give you to make these challenges as easy as possible. Or at the very least, give you as many options to deal with them as possible." He took a moment to look through her papers again before looking back at her. "We're here to help. All you have to do is work with us. And if not us? There are others who can help. Some who have gone through school here, others who have gone through school in the old world." Manny stopped at that. He was referring to his world. One that existed only 6 years ago. It visibly took him back for a moment. "But in the end the choice is yours anyways." Manny would help her however he could, but he could do nothing unless she wanted the help.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Administration Skills:N/A

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Hunter sat a moment, concerned he had fucked up again. After some notes were taken Gunny had decided that he had heard enough. Hunter looked sick for a moment. He had fucked up and now he was about to lose what little he did have left to him. He sat there mouth agape trying to speak, but his ability to speak had been crushed and he froze. Then Gunny stepped around the desk towards Hunter. Was he preparing for Hunter to put up a fight? Then he spoke. HE was staying. He had to get his act together, but he was staying. He'd be back working tomorrow and he would have to be on his best for 60 days. Two months. He'd be outside again, he'd see people again, he'd see Izibell again. Hunter stood up as Gunny offered his hand. Hunter at first did back off from the gesture. Hesitant. He had to remind himself there was no malice at play here. Hunter reached out and accepted the handshake, the motion of which felt awkward for his hand. It was an odd thing how your body would find itself being uncomfortable with things you haven't done in a while. It was a weird train of thought, but he figured the last time he did shake someone's hand was likely while he was in basic training. Six years. "I uh..." He was still fumbling his words. He put his other hand on the handshake and reorganized his thoughts. "Thank you..." He spoke like he was struggling to believe it was really happening. He knew it was, but it was hard to see it happening now in front of him.

Hunter took his hands back slowly. Not out of caution, but because the shock of the situation was still taking up a lot of his thought process. "I'll uhm... I'll do better. Thank you." This step was done, and now he was onto the next. That's how he had to do this. One step at a time until things were okay. His next step? Get through these 60 days. That would involve a lot of mending work to what relations he did have. And trying his best to fix what hostile relationships he had formed. He had no idea how he was going to pull that off though.

He looked at Freedman, then back at Gunny. He was at a loss of words, and he was at a loss of what he was supposed to do now. He didn't start work until the next day and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't on edge about getting himself in trouble. "uhm so... so what now?" The way he figured it, Izibell was likely locked up inside someone's room the poor girl. Anyone he may talk to was likely working at the moment as well. He also had no idea what he could do in the camp while not working either. He had less then two days outside of lockup and had no idea what was going on in the camp proper outside of rumors he had picked up from the medical staff.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Jail Skills: N/A

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The talk between Nigel and Manny was pleasant as they walked. Though the man did have a good point that too many people at once may only make the situation worse. The man was definitely a more experienced teacher then Manny could ever be and his wisdom of the situation definitely showed it here. He did however join on most of the walk as Manny made his way to the jail and Nigel moved onto the training grounds to join the teams that would leave the walls. It was something Manny did consider, but he was getting old and figured he could use his main skills a lot better within the walls then outside of them. Though if asked, he wouldn't hesitate to leave the walls in assistance of others. "Knowledge itself is power." He thought about it for a moment and smiled. "What a saying." They chatted a bit before Nigel had to leave. Manny agreed if he saw Hunter before Nigel got back he would pass on his request. He found the man fascinating and respected the education behind the man.

Arriving at the Jail Nikki seemed to be rather surprised to see Manny which he expected in a way. He wasn't her direct teacher outside of a couple lessons, she didn't work in medical, and Manny didn't work in Supply or security. Manny deciding to start things off on a little more of an entertaining note grinned at Nikki's comment. "No? What makes you think that?" He walked in with Nikki's tests rolled up in his hand thinking how to proceed from there. "I am a very experienced hand to hand fighter and was for many years. In my old neighborhood even the foolish ones knew not to pick a fight with me. Bats, knives, fists. Could hold my own with any of it back when I was your age. Now, maybe less so." He spoke it with a bit of a joking tone, it was clearly obvious that Manny was no longer that kind of person. Nor was he in that physical shape to hold his own in any of those areas anymore. Nor had he needed to even in the post apocalyptic world. "I can also handle a firearm rather nicely if I do say so myself. I placed 42nd in the 2004 state skeet shooting competition. Learned the year after that the trick is to go in it not expecting much of it. And I'd like to think that skill has aged rather well all things considering." The year after he hadn't placed as high likely do to his over confidence of the year before. But it was because of those two tournaments that he had the sizeable amount of ammunition when the dead started to rise.

He set down the papers on the near by table and sat down. "But you do happen to be right in this case. I am here about your schooling. I saw your Math and English grades and I have to say, I did expect more of you." Manny knew she wasn't the smartest kid in class when it came to strait up book smarts, but he liked to hold all of his students to high standards. Those standards were some of the few luxuries that they were able to keep from the old world and Manny would be damned if he was going to just let them slip by. "So I am here to help bring these grades up before The Professor decides she needs too. And if I was in your shoes I'd rather have me come in rather then have her bring this to your attention and attempt to fix it. Let's start on Math." He opened the math test to point out the many blank questions. "Do you want to tell me what happened here?" He figured it could be a few things. It could be she didn't know the equation or how to apply it. She could have been distracted and the question might not have made sense. Or worst case, she didn't see the point of her studies and figured that her life would be set as a semi skilled worker the rest of her life. The way Manny saw it, the more people that were educated the better. In many cases it was the only thing that could prevent a situation from turning into anarchy. In others, leaders of history tended to respect those who were the most educated.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Third Floor Medical --> Administration Skills:N/A

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Hearing that Izibell was doing good was probably the best news he could get. No matter what happened, at least she was doing okay. At least she was okay. Lisa's words of encouragement were also nice to hear. He'd be lying though if he said that all the positive support didn't seem off to him. Especially after how things played out at the trail. He figured most people would either loath him or ignore him. Then again, Lisa was at the Trial. No, she was here working on her own set of problems. Some rough ones at that. "...thanks..." Words were never Hunter's strong suits. With his mumbling he couldn't even be sure he was heard, but he was trying even if at questionable success.

Arriving at the Administration building Hunter had shivers. He had put his final nail in the coffin here and he was nervous to be back again to talk with the same man who he had sealed that nail with. There were more wishes of good luck which surprised him again. Gunny was waiting for Hunter and Co at his office door, entering in he sat next to Doctor Freedman in front of the desk as Gunny took his seat behind it. And he offered Hunter a chance to speak before they began. This made Hunter visibly uncomfortable as he struggled to keep calm. "I uhm.... I..." He struggled to speak. "I don't know what to say." He seemed like he was about to be sick. "Like uh... my uh..." He took a moment to breath and catch his breath and thoughts. He was choking and he couldn't process what he was trying to do. "My uh... communication skills are... poor at best. And... Hostile at worst. There are still things that uh... trigger me and like... I'd like to say I am better at facing those issues but I'd be lying if I said I was confident in that. I've been in a nice comfortable isolated environment and I am honestly a bit nervous that spending time out of that environment and things going wrong again and making things worse before I get the chance to make things better where I already fucked up and like..." His speaking sped up the more he talked as if the thoughts were flooding uncontrollably until it hit an abrupt stop.

Hunter's hands started moving around a bit by his head as if they were bits that helped him process his thoughts. "I am not completely sure I can fix all the damage I've done. Or any of it for that matter. I wouldn't even know where to begin with it." He had known about this specific day for a while. had prepared himself mentally for weeks. And each time in his mind it ended the same. He'd be forced to leave with all of the problems he left unsolved. He'd be forced to leave without seeing those he had gotten to know. Without seeing Izibell or Nikki or Nigel or anyone else. "I'd greatly appreciate the chance to try though. Getting the chance to see my actions from an outside perspective though, you'd be more then justified to kick me out here and now. There are things I have lied about. There are things I've misunderstood and have gotten tunnel vision on and went way too far with. There are times when I have gotten extremely hostile with no real justification to it. And I want to fix it. I just... Don't really know the best way too. But I've been told I am getting better at making sure it won't happen again." He tried to think on his words again, unsure of how he was presenting himself. "I don't think I am explaining this well. I want to do better. But I am not really sure how. To start I guess, I'll cooperate any way I can as best as I can." He wasn't sure what to expect but he really did want to improve. The trial had given him a preview of the person he was turning into. And that was something he wasn't willing risk turning into.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Camp Mexico Beach's Beach --> Jail Skills: N/A

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Things were going well as more of the education staff had made their way in explaining their side of things. "You're not wrong. Many skills can only be learned by experience. And many of those skills may be lost forever now." He wondered what trade skills could be lost forever and would have to be relearned from scratch. What medical practices couldn't be practiced due to either the rarity of the conditions the practices were needed for or because of the lack of donated bodies to the medical field. He highly doubted that a walker corpse even a relatively recent one would do what is needed. Plus it was a high risk of infection as an added risk. He did take note of Nigel's Latin. Though he could tell it was Latin he couldn't make a word of it. "What does that mean if you don't mine me asking? I'm afraid my Latin is a bit lacking at the moment."

Nigel took a moment to thank Manny for some dental work a while back, Manny appreciated the words as most people seemed not to be a fan of having to go to the dentist prior to the end of the world. "It's not a problem, just make sure you keep it your remaining teeth clean. Floss makes a huge difference. If you can't get your hands on floss check supply out for nylon rope bits that are too short to be used and the small strands on those should work. Just make sure they are very clean. It wont do you any good if you give yourself an infection cutting corners that don't have to be." That was the way things were. Though the camp was well equipped, there were just some things that were hard to come across or produce nowadays that needed to be replace with a less then ideal supplement. Biofuel for diesel, nylon string fragments for dental floss, someday probably bows and arrows for guns and bullets when those resources weren't sustainable for regular use.

Both gave their explanations on the situation of their students. Nigel explaining a healthy mix of some who needed attention, the Professor not worried about most of her students with the exception of Nikki. She was failing a few of her subjects rather harshly. "I'll have a talk with her and see if there's something I can do to help." He looked over the papers. Though he was not the main educator for these things he still had gone though several years of advanced schooling and had a pretty good grasp on education. Be it a few years outdated maybe. He also had a pretty good understanding of trouble youth being one himself growing up.

He organized the papers in his hands and got ready to leave. "Anything else going on I should know about before I head over?" Could be Nikki related, or anything going on with other students. The way he saw it he was always on the clock as long as his assistance was needed somewhere. "Nigel, care to join me?" He had grown fond of the time he spent with his fellow teachers. If the man wanted to stay on the beach he wouldn't blame him, but company was always nice. Manny took note of Amelia as he left the beach and gave her a friendly wave. The girl seemed shy but she worked well with the younger kids in a way Manny couldn't even begin to understand. After waving he continued his walk towards the jail. With his cane in one hand as he walked and the papers in the other he began to wonder if it was better to carry some kind of suit case, but decided for now it wasn't worth it. Supply likely didn't keep a huge supply of them and even from there they were likely prioritized for more important documents then a student's failing test scores. Arriving at the Jail Manny gave a pleasant knocking pattern and waited with the paper nicely rolled up and his cane centered in front of his person.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Third Floor Medical Skills:N/A

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Hunter had a habit of over thinking himself into problems, and being unable to get himself of out these new problems. And when things got worse, he would react in kind and begin making problems worse. And the cycle would repeat until they hit a breaking point. Before the world ended it was easier to catch himself in problem situations before they became that. With the collapse of what structure was in his life and the world around it Hunter had become more impulsive on his worst thoughts. Though he had gotten better in recent months, and having a structure that didn't stress stress him out as often, he still had rough days from time to time. The medication helped a little when he finally accepted to using it. He was still uncomfortable at times, and it showed. Though conditions have been good, there were still days he felt trapped and it showed. He had gotten better, a lot better, but he still had struggles. It would be impossible to hide them. Today was to show that he was better at handling those struggles. Showing he had an idea of how to deal with his struggles, and that he was in control of them and not the other way around.

Doctor Freedman walked in while Hunter was deep in thought, and spoke some simple yet effective words of wisdom. "I..." He froze. He still struggled with stuttering when he got stressed. "...thanks..." Neither of them knew that for sure. Anything could go wrong and he could find himself in a much worse position then he was a few months ago. The optimism was appreciated though. Hunter took the doctor's advice and took a few deep breaths. Over the last few months he had begun to trust the doctor a decent amount, though still hadn't shared everything with him. He had attempted to explain portions of his family relationship, his time with Lucy, and a few other things from primarily the post apocalyptic world. He did take effort to cooperate with the doctor, but he did avoid talking about his rather short military career and the things that immediately followed it. Outside of these areas Hunter had shared whatever he had been asked too, but these topics were harder to touch on compared to the others.

Hunter gave a short wave towards Lisa, Mary, and Roy while Doctor Freedman explained how the day was going to work. Decision day. Hunter wore the best clothes he could both get his hands on, and that he was still semi comfortable in. Hunter did take note of Roy pointing to his cuffs, something he really wasn't looking forward too. He sighed a heavy sigh of relief with a light chuckle at hearing he wouldn't have to be wearing them. He made a quick glance towards Mary and Lisa. Both of whom had helped Hunter from time to time as he stayed in the ward. Lisa had taken most of those roles herself, and was also Hunter's main source of information about Izibell. Hunter was given forms to sign and answer and looked it over. "Thanks." He spoke quietly as he started reading it over. It seemed pretty strait forward. He began wrote down his answers and signatures as follows The treatment was good, place was clean, no abuse. He debating adding a note how the isolation was getting to him at times. That was the roughest part. He had struggled with isolation prior to entering camp on a much worse scale, but even the levels he experienced the last few months were difficult on him. It led to a few weeks in the middle of his sentence where found himself only responding verbally to the bare minimum and it was the period he was probably the least cooperative. Not necessarily because of the lack of people, but seeing only the same 5-6 people when there were hundreds outside, many of whom were just under his feet, and most of the people he saw on a daily basis he only saw because they had to be there. As he began trusting Dr. Freedman more he found better ways to cope with the isolation of the ward. He had gone through worse isolation prior to entering camp, and between that and the trust he was forming he found himself able to work past it.

Hunter filled out the rest of the form leaving out his comments on how the isolation became rather difficult at times. Should the ward see active use again or have any other long term residents it may be something to bring up. He reviewed it one final time and took note his hand writing was still a mess, and chuckled on the proof read thinking about hos his middle school teacher would probably have had a few choice words for letting his hand writing get so bad. "Just because the world ends doesn't mean you can neglect your ELA work Hunter". He'd imagine the words would sound better coming from her. He signed when he was assured it was still readable and handed it back towards Lisa. Then the realization hit him. If today didn't go well, he'd likely not see Izibell again. And infront of him was the only person who could give him any updates on her. "Hey uhm... How's Izibell doing? Does she seem healthy? Uh..." He hesitated a moment. "Happy?" He'd have to leave after that to be evaluated. But he hoped she was doing okay. She had been doing decent so far, but his worry would never stop for Izibell.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Emanuel "Manny" Newman Location: Camp Mexico Beach's Beach Skills: N/A

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Manny stood eyes closed facing the cooling ocean breeze as the busy season ended. Over the winter he had gotten back into dentistry work only to take note that despite their best efforts there were still people who had weakened enamel either from poor dental care or just wear and tear from grinding or the foods they had been eating. Some people had cavities that were manageable, some needed a lot more help, but thankfully not nearly as much teeth pulling as he thought he would have to do. And no cases that were at serious risk of being life threatening. What he hadn't expected was how much he enjoyed teaching. He had never been in a teaching roll before, and he had never worked with kids who weren't already nearing adulthood. It was an experience he didn't think he would enjoy as much as he did, and something he for the longest time wasn't even sure was possible.

Though many of his teachings had been to prepare students who were preparing to be interns at the hospital, he had made it an effort to make sure that most if not all of his students had a solid understanding of basic medical and first aid. In the world they lived in now, there would be countless moments where a trained professional wouldn't be able to immediately tend to a serious injury and the person would need to be stabilized until they could retrieve proper help. Or in the worst case, they may someday be stuck in a situation where there wasn't anyone with proper medical training, and the basic first aid they learned may be the only thing that could someday save the life of someone else. Every now and again something more obscure his knowledge in would come to help in education. He had spent years in higher education and he did pick up some things here or there that he could attempt to remind himself on if the time came, though most of the primary teachings were still left to Professor Edna. He was more there for support and some more specialized tasks and teachings.

Today was one of the first real days he has had to relax in recent times. Though he did enjoy both of his jobs to rather high glee, he did find himself enjoying the nice sun, the cool breeze, and just being able to relax. Manny strode his way over towards the Professor cane in hand. Though it wasn't something that he was dependent on for motion, he found himself standing for long periods of time every day tiring, and it was nice to have something to lean on in the later hours of the day. When teaching it also acted as a nice tool to point at various objects and displays. He still went for the occasional jogs, and really only tended to use the cane when he found himself standing for hours on end. He was also getting older, and he'd be lying if he said that didn't scare him. He would be turning 73 in almost a month to the day. Though he did what he could to fight it there was only so much that could be done to withstand it. Others in the camp were starting to struggle with similar cases. Some have been for longer.

Standing next to the Professor he finally spoke up. "They're doing good. Few students struggling here and there, but even they are pulling off the semester well. I guess that can be expected. Some of the stuff they have learned were things I had to learn in post education." He chuckled a little. "It's almost medieval in a way. Having to learn trade skills at a younger age because that's what's needed. Then we have moments like today. Moment where for a moment everything seems so... Normal." Though the camp did what it could to replicate a normal world, it had limitations due to the choices needed to survive. If one were to look left or right in this moment, the edges of the concrete wall that kept them safe from the outside world could be seen. Meals were still done mostly in the mess hall with the rare exception like today with the picnic. The ridged work schedules were also a reminder in their own ways. Though it was a comfortable life style at times, there were always subtle reminders that this was still a safe zone in a world still trying to recover from a disaster. Today was a special day though. "Any updates on the midterm grades? Anyone that's going to need a little more attention to get them through the year?" Though Manny wasn't the primary educator in the school, he was still very well educated and if any of his students needed help understanding something he would be there to help. And if it was something he didn't know, he would figure out what he could about the subject. Should that not be enough, the camp had enough specialists he should be able to find someone who could give either him or the student some pointers to send them in the right direction.

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Hunter Monroe Location: Third Floor Medical (3rd floor restroom --> Common room) Skills:N/A

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Hunter leaned over the bathroom sink preparing himself to puke. The toilet would have been better, but the sink was closer, and the literal fist fulls of water from time to time seemed to help. Today was the day. The day where he'd he judged to see if he was a safe person that could be thrown back into society, or if he was deemed too unsafe and too much of a risk to keep around. Though Hunter had shown a lot of improvement the last few months he still had issues. The biggest thing was now he was better aware of them, how they effected those around him, and he had picked up better ways to deal with those problems before they became problems. He had a lot of damage to fix though, and he wasn't even sure where to begin with that. Splashing water on his face he took a moment to think on it and decided the first step would be to show he meant it when he said he wanted to fix his wrongs.

Pulling his head up to look into the mirror he could get a better look at himself. His hair had grown out a bit over the winter, though not nearly as long or messy as it was when he arrived. He wore the nicest outfit he felt comfortable in. A pair of cargo pants with a tucked in white shirt, and a cheap store brand button up. A leftover habit from his life before the world ended. The t-shirt and pants once worn down would make great work clothes, and the button down would only need casual use from time to time, but was cheap and was easy to look decent in as long as whoever you were trying to impress wasn't worried about fancy material or form fitting suits. Though a lot of those aspects were null and void with most of the clothes he had provided for short term usage anyways. He had requested a nicer set of clothes a while ago so he could at least pass as presentable. He was fortunate that he could get his hands on something he found comfortable and presentable.

He locked eyes with himself in the mirror with a strained smile on his face. "I hope you're ready for this mate because I sure as hell am not." He chuckled thinking that joking to his own reflection would definitely not help the "I'm not crazy I swear" thing he was going for. Hunter made his way towards the common room of the wing, part of his hair and shirts still damp. He was fidgeting with his wrist as he awaited what was to come next.