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Long time Guild member. 5-year Navy vet. Roleplaying since 2004 (MSN Groups, oh dang!). DMing D&D Since 2010 (3.5 until 5e was released, been doing that since then).

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@AdmrlStalfos19 could always go the “accidentally used some still-functioning old-world technology” route.

Perhaps some pre-apocalypse scientists in the area were working on that “download your consciousness” process, and the character activated a machine out of curiosity.

Then it would be a relatively simple matter to plug their “brain” into some sort of prototype armor or robotic exoskeleton (probably set up in the same facility).
You’re speaking my language here @Superboy! I’m a big fan of D&D/fantasy stuff AND post-apocalyptic settings AND stories that cause the familiar to become alien.
I’m working on writing up some stuff for a character. :P

Am I missing a character application skeleton somewhere, or has it not been put up yet?
@Xandrya Birds of a feather, we are! Most of my posts so far have involved some sort of research - from endemic predators in Europe to community-sanctioned wolf hunts, and from primitive plumbing to distilling alcohol (for an upcoming post).

Which reminds me - @Days, what’s the typical life expectency of the past couple of generations (since the quakes)? Medication doesn’t last forever on the shelf, and vaccines have to be engineered to specifically combat constantly evolving diseases, mass-produced in highly advamced facilities, and shipped all over the place before they can be distributed.

Given the lack of overarching infrastructure and government, I’d guess that a few diseases have started making a comeback, and that people are generally less healthy.
I’m interested in this as well. Nerdy pursuits have prepared me to try and figure out some interesting upoer limits of the various senses.
Aye aye!


Name: Harland Akris

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance: Harland Akris is a lithe young man of just-below-average height. He tends to wear too-large clothes with plenty of pockets (to better carry his various "knick-knacks"). Quite tan from long hours avoiding his responsibilities outside, he keeps his brown hair cropped close, save for a short mohawk that he believes to be a sign of how cool he is.

Personality: Ever the slacker, Harland will go to great lengths to avoid doing work that he doesn't want to do. Usually, this involves him selling things to other people in exchange for them taking care of his chores. More recently, this has led him to accepting the responsibility of being a scout, so that he can avoid doing pretty much anything at home. It allows him a bit more breathing room, and the opportunity to pursue his goals of starting a serious business. Ultimately, this will involve gathering some Pokémon for production and security, establishing contacts in different regions, and getting some capital to help things run smoothly.

Likes: "Substances", Taking it Easy, Being Owed Favors

Dislikes: Mornings, Dealing with Emotions, Authority

Strengths: Salesman, Non-Squeamish, Hardy

Weaknesses: Greedy, Addict, Kind of Dumb

Biography: Born to a humble family in Slopadelphia, Harland was raised (for the most part) by his elderly grandmother. He never really knew his parents, but from what he has managed to piece together from his forgetful guardian, they were interested in cleaning up Kasparc. After he was born, they apparently continued with their efforts, only to disappear under mysterious circumstances when he was about three years old.

Since then, Harland tended to keep to himself. His grandmother kept a small garden in the cellar, and the herbs and vegetables she cultivated seemed to attract a lot of interest from the other older residents of Slopadelphia, and she was quick to teach the boy how to tend to the stock, prepare it for medicinal use, and distribute it to the old geezers. Seeing how many favors this earned the old lady created a strong drive in Harland to gain the same sort of appreciation for himself.

Somehow (inconceivably), this has led to Harland becoming quite heavily involved in drugs and alcohol. He sometimes struggles with using a bit too much of his own supply, but has nonetheless managed to put away quite a bit of money, and cultivate a number of favors from various people he's sold to in Slopadelphia.

With the opportunity to become a scout and explore Kasparc (he secretly believes that he was initially nominated because one of the people responsible for the decision didn't like the fact that he gave some product to their kid), he has decided to turn it into an opportunity.

After all - less supervision means that he can expand his operations.

Goal: Harland, as is his fashion, will do the minimum amount of actual work required to keep people from hassling him. He hopes to earn a bit of a reputation as a good kid, so his actual interests can go unnoticed (or at least, uninterrupted). Ultimately, he would like to gain a bit of power and access to better resources to expand his "business."
Alrighty @HokumPocus, I've got my dealer dude typed out! Let me know if there's anything you'd like clarified, changed, or expanded upon. :)

"Ugh." Astor said dramatically, waving a hand under his nose in an exaggerated motion, smiling. "Don't remind me. I'll have to head home and scrub down before my shift at the pub tonight, or Mom'll give me an earful."

Continuing on into town, Astor waved to Lee and Dillon as he passed, calling back; "Hey Lee! If you're serious about that carpet, swing by my place in a few days! I'll see if I can get the pelt treated and ready for you by then!"

With a few new items on his itinerary, Astor made his way towards The Damn Pub - where he had a small apartment built into the rear face of the building. The trek seemed much less strenuous once he didn't have to worry about snagging on tree roots or looking over his shoulder for the rest of the wolf pack, and he found himself leaning his pole-bound carcasses against the stairs that led up to his dwelling within twenty minutes or so.

"First thing's first." He muttered, kicking off his boots, stripping off his outer jacket, and trudging up the smooth wooden stairs with them in his arms. Showers were never quite a pleasant affair for Astor, given his jury-rigged setup (something that didn't quite qualify as plumbing). But he was eager to get clean, and didn't want to go through the steps necessary for a hot shower.

Stripping as he went through his "compact" apartment and dumping his soiled clothes into the laundry tub, he stepped into his cramped tile shower stall and pulled on the rope that would allow some water to cascade down over him from the water tank that had been installed on the roof above. Rainwater, mostly, though he would occasionally climb up to collect some for boiling and drinking or cooking.

The shower was quick and miserable - freezing cold water, rough soap, and a too-coarse towel made sure that he was all too happy to be done.

"I've got to look into a bathtub some time. Maybe I could get a wooden one if I brought one of the carpenters some prime game." He muttered, teeth chattering as he dried himself off and jumped into some fresh clothes.
I might've bit off more than I can chew." Astor thought, grunting as he adjusted his grip on the wooden poles he'd lashed together.

I should see about getting a cart or a wagon. Maybe a pony to carry some of this weight.

He had bound the wolf carcasses to a set of wooden poles he'd cut from saplings, and was now dragging them back towards Fireflies from the forest. The wolves were wrapped in an old tarp, something he'd bought from an older trader a while back for rainwater collection. Hopefully, it'd keep him from tracking blood all through the forest.

It only took him a few hours to reach the outskirts of the settlement. Breathing heavily, he stopped before the guards to declare himself.

"Morning fellas. It's Astor, back from a hunt. Got two wolves. From a pack of ten. Anyone in the market for a new coat?"
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