TheWizardLizard

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Nice little cast we have setting up. I am somewhat curious as to how all these characters are going to be thrown into the mix together; are we looking at like, a Warcraft 3 situation where your character approaches us all with ominous messages about fate and whatnot?

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Emily Gerhman, the Hunter

Name: Emily Gehrman

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Personality: Emily is tough, sarcastic, and straightforward - at least when she's working. She has a sweeter, more compassionate side that she generally reserves for people she cares very much about, of whom there are few. To most people, she appears to care about only one thing - her job, which she pursues with ruthless efficiency. Emily is a hunter of monsters, primarily mutants, and there's pretty much no quarry she won't go after, however big or numerous, and she never gives up on a hunt. Overall, she's a fairly quiet, reserved person, her occasional bouts of anger whenever she perceives someone as being incompetent / willfully stupid or unhelpful notwithstanding.

History: Emily was born in a small village in the north of Borea - a town so beneath notice it barely had a name, being referred to by residents as 'the village' and by non-residents as 'where?'; though on a few maps it could be identified as being called 'Scahburg'. The soil wasn't great for agriculture, so the people of the village survived on woodscraft - hunting, foraging, fishing, and trading pelts or lumber with the occasional passing merchant. Emily was born the only child of the finest ranger in the village, heir to a legacy of woodsmen that stretched back for generations. Because he had no son to pass his teachings on to, her father taught her instead, and she learned from him how to hunt, track, travel, forage, and many other useful arts. All was quiet, for a time.

Then the plague came. The village had survived the Dusk Years largely intact, being by and large beneath the notice of any marching army. That changed, however, when a woodsman returned infected from a fateful encounter with a mutant. Isolated as they were, the folk of the village had little knowledge of how to combat a large outbreak, and as a result the plague spread like wildfire through the small town, mutating the townsfolk and making them savage one another. In barely a week, Scahburg went from a sleeply little village to a blood-stained ghost town haunted by monsters. The last two left alive were Emily and her father, who'd been able to barricade themselves in their home early on and so survive the onslaught - but when Emily's father began to feel the telltale signs of the Scourge, he left their haven and set himself ablaze rather than risk infecting his daughter. Emily was left alone.

She was deliberate, and methodical; she took her time. Over the next two weeks, Emily purged every mutant from the husk of her town, every monster that had once been a friend. She tangled them in nets, impaled them on fishing spears, she chopped them up with axes or cast them into firepits or shot them with her father's crossbow. When it was done, she lit the entire village ablaze, and to this day only ashes remain.

Since then, she has wandered, sticking mainly in Borea where her prey runs thickest. She hunts the remnants of the Scourge, the mutant packs that still rampage in Borea - and she's gotten quite good at it, having refined her tactics and expanded her arsenal. Word has spread of her deeds, more tall tales than actual stories, of the girl with the crossbow and the hair like fire, who marches into the darkness to slay the monsters.

Journey: Emily's out to kill every single mutant she can find - she'd probably branch out into other supernatural horrors as well, if any came up. Her final goal is a world without monsters, though privately, she has no idea how she'd fit into such a world.

Ideals: Hunters, Independence, Courage, Cleverness, Determination, Humanity's inherent will to punch back against the darkness.

Holdings: Emily possesses an enormous arsenal of 'tools' for use in her hunts - various contraptions, potions, snares, traps, and anything else she thinks she might need, ever - miraculously, she manages to keep it all more or less organized and can find just about anything in a minute or two of rummaging. Her main weapons are: her father's crossbow, which she's tinkered slightly so that it can fire faster, reload easier, and contain special ammunition of her own design (many of which set things on fire - she has a thing about fire); a large flintlock rifle, useful for blowing great big holes in mutants; and the springloaded blades she keeps in her right sleeve and on her left boot-heel; think Hidden Blades from Assassin's Creed, but slightly longer. She also has a horse, several saddlebags to carry everything, and a modest amount of money to her name that she's gained from reward money on particularly troublesome mutants. It's enough that she could live comfortably for a time, but it's no fortune, given how much of her income goes to purchasing the abovementioned hunting supplies.

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Yay! I was starting to think mine would be the only character who wasn't lord/king/overtyrant of something. :p

Thulian, I would think. Maybe Thulite?

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@DeadBeatWalking It's probably worth thinking about the relationship of our characters. I doubt they'd be friends per se, as neither seems at all the type, but they almost certainly have met or know of each other, seeing as Flint is the de-facto ruler of the woods Emily is always running around in. I'm open to discussing it.

And I like the idea of keeping the crossbow and the gun - I'll make the change when I add her to the characters tab.

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I... was unaware we had guns. I will absolutely take a gun if that's an option - modified crossbows, after all, are pretty much the weapon of choice for "I want a gun, but they don't exist in this setting." I'm keeping the picture with the crossbow, however, cus I like it.

As far as values, I'll happily tack on 'Hunters' and 'Independence', as those seem like fairly important aspects - I'll leave out 'purity', if that's all the same, not because it doesn't describe her but more because I don't think it's a huge aspect of her character (though the Artemis comparison is interesting to think about.)

Thank you kindly for the detailed review, by the by. With those edits made, will I be clear to post her in the characters tab, whenever we start doing that?

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There is hope, given that it says:

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I think your backstory largely works?

@HisforHugs

Ah. Good point. I guess I'll wait for GM approval as to whether or not a large outbreak like that would still be possible - if so, I'll just modify it a little accordingly. If not, it may have to undergo some more serious reworking.

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Ah. I, too, was laboring under the impression that this whole 'Age of Dawn' thing was relatively new - missed the '56 years' thing. I'll give the backstory a rework in a bit to account for that.

The End is Near: Zombie Apocalypse

Nick's face curled up in disapointment as Anastasia gave him the news: all quiet. "Dammit," he muttered. "Where'd all the bastards go? Couldn't throw a rock without hitting one of them in Atlanta. Heheh, good times." The man smiled at the memory of the great horde he'd witnessed in Georgia.

The shirtless man turned as more of the camp woke up. "Hey, Johnny. Still grouchy and allergic?" Nick furrowed his brow as the man brought up the issue of food. "Yeah, actually, he's got a point. Give it a few more days and there'll be a rumbly in ole' Nick's tummy." The man shrugged again. They'd deal with it - they always had so far. That kind of issue was better left to Charlie, or Lara, or all the grim-and-serious 'survival' types. When they needed Nick to set something on fire or beat a zombie to death with a tire iron, they'd call him, which was an arrangement that suited him just fine.

Charlie had approached, and was saying something about a meeting once Marcus came back. "Snacks and talking about stuff? Why, those are some of my favorite things, Charlie!" Nick trudged back to the RV to grab a granola bar, trying to conceal his annoyance at the mention of Marcus's mission. Nick had no problems with the guy, personally - he seemed just as nice as anyone else, knew how to handle himself, did his share of the work. The problem was that Nick had wanted to go on this little scouting mission with the man, to serve as backup. The group had deemed it too risky, and so Nick was left doing pushups in camp, bored out of his mind, while Marcus got to have all the fun.

Nick sauntered back to the group, still twirling his axe idly. He raised the weapon in a friendly salue when Skye entered the camp, replying with a mouthful of granola. "Zombie squirrel! Man, that'd be so the shit, zombie animals. Hey, Charlie, if we find a zombie bear, can I fight it? Please say yes."

The End is Near: Zombie Apocalypse

As the proprietor of the team's resident armed maniac, mate, I feel like it might be prudent to remind you that 'not making the rest of the team want to kill you' is just as important a facet of self-preservation as avoiding zombies is. Probably even moreso, actually - zombies can't use doorknobs. Nick can.

In any case, I'll get a post up in a bit.

The End is Near: Zombie Apocalypse

I, likewise, think Denny would make sense as a leader, while Lara would be a good choice for 'Inner Circle' member. My 'Rule of Three' sensibility demands that there be another Inner Circle member, but I... can't think of who that might be - Anastasia's too quiet, Skye doesn't have the force of personality, you'd have to be crazy to listen to Nick's advice, Johnny just screams 'weasel'... that's not to demean any of them, of course. They're all very good characters, just not management material.

Nate would be a good pick, but his player seems to have abandoned the thread. Shrug.