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FALLOUT: The Northern World

I still am. Haven't had time to finish up my IC post, should be posting late tonight.

FALLOUT: The Northern World

Maxwell Hendrikson

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MAXWELL HENDRIKSON

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General Information

Name: Maxwell Hendrikson
Nicknames: Max, M, Grandpa, Lancelot
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 32
Living Relatives: None
Romantic Partner(s): None
Discovery Team: Yes

Physical Appearance

Hair Color/Style: Long ashen hair tied into a ponytail
Eye Color/Shape: Hazel-colored, almond-shaped eyes
Face Shape: Square jaw. Face has a 1:1.7 proportion (width:height).
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170lbs
Body Type: Slim Muscular

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist? He self-identifies as a "realist". Although most would consider him somewhat of a pessimist as he's the first to point out were a plan is bound to fail,
he thinks he's an optimist, willing to push the fine line if there is a chance of success.
Introvert or Extrovert? Completely extroverted,
can't keep his mouth shut for more than a couple hours.
Daredevil or Cautious? Daredevil-ish. He's the type to run head-first into danger (with a good plan) if that will help keep others from it.
Messy or Neat? Messy appearance (long unkempt hair, wrinkled clothes, uneven beard), but otherwise neat.
Hard Worker or Slacker? Works as hard as he can, and then some, but feels the need to do so for others and when it comes to making something for himself, he's a slacker.
Honest or Deceitful? Honest to a fault.
Peaceful or Easily Agitated? Patient and peaceful.
Has a weak spot for kids and women, and is easily provoked by anyone abusing them.

Other

Faction: Fairview
Job Within Faction: Maintainance
Traveling Companion: -
Skills:

• Medicine
• Repair
• Melee Weapons

S.P.E.C.I.A.L Stats:

• S - 5
• P - 4
• E - 5
• C - 4
• I - 7
• A - 7
• L - 8

Weapon of Choice:

• European Sabre
• Magnum Revolver

Lost Empires: Mythic Trading Card Game

I think my Battlemage is the more powerful part of my deck to be fair. Float and gliding off the bat? HECK FUCKING YES. Deck is dope too.

Can't wait to get this show up and running. ^o wo^

Lost Empires: Mythic Trading Card Game

@Dynamo Frokane No worries, I imagined this one might take a bit longer.

Lost Empires: Mythic Trading Card Game

This looks super interesting, surprised I didn't see this come up in the interest check tab. If there's room for one more, here's a rough CS:

Character Sheet

Portrait

Name: Malachy Devlin
Age: 24
Profession: Unemployed/Casino Regular
Nationality: Ireland

Personality:
Malachy is a bit of a criminal, and not a particularly smooth one at that. He knows what he's doing is technically not quite illegal, as takes delight in pushing his luck as far as possible, with an irritating smug smirk on his face. He loves to keep lively company, specially if it's from a lady, and acts like he can take the world on as long as his luck lasts. He takes pride in the fact that he hasn't worked a single day of his life.

Interest In Trading Card Games:
While he is a complete and total slacker, not to mention a known spendthrift, there is one thing he's good at: card games. If you can bet on it and there's cards involved, he's into it. Afterall, his sole source of income is hacking the system.

Bio:
Malachy was born in Ireland shortly before they moved to the states due to his father's job. Even from childhood he was a bit of a rascal, often told off for his rebellious attitude. However, he was spared for his outstanding academic results. He soon became the target of bullies, provoked by his smug attitude. It was his older brother who'd often come to his rescue, and in the end it was him who introduced him to TCG's.

Later in life, when it was time for Malachy to go to college, something that was decided for him by his father, he instead stole the tuition money and went on a roadtrip around the states. Once he found Las Vegas, it was hard for him to leave, he got hooked in casino card games, betting his money away night after night, making a living off of counting cards at Black Jack and then quickly spending alcohol and women. All in all, it hasnt been a bad 5 years for him, if you take out the numerous beatings he's received from casino enforcers and the occational thug. But what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

Ring: Violet
Deck: Requesting a Mysterious Deck 1
Ranking: -

-Edit: Added picture, fixed age typo, added a separated the two paragraphs better.

FALLOUT: The Northern World

A rough draft for my CS, still figuring out where I wanna place him.

Character Sheet

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MAXWELL HENDRIKSON

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General Information

Name: Maxwell Hendrikson
Nicknames: Max, M, Grandpa, Lancelot
Sex: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: 32
Living Relatives: None
Romantic Partner(s): None
Discovery Team: tba

Physical Appearance

Hair Color/Style: Long ashen hair tied into a ponytail
Eye Color/Shape: Hazel-colored, almond-shaped eyes
Face Shape: Square jaw. Face has a 1:1.7 proportion (width:height).
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 170lbs
Body Type: Slim Muscular

Traits

Optimist or Pessimist? He self-identifies as a "realist". Although most would consider him somewhat of a pessimist as he's the first to point out were a plan is bound to fail,
he thinks he's an optimist, willing to push the fine line if there is a chance of success.
Introvert or Extrovert? Completely extroverted,
can't keep his mouth shut for more than a couple hours.
Daredevil or Cautious? Daredevil-ish. He's the type to run head-first into danger (with a good plan) if that will help keep others from it.
Messy or Neat? Messy appearance (long unkempt hair, wrinkled clothes, uneven beard), but otherwise neat.
Hard Worker or Slacker? Works as hard as he can, and then some, but feels the need to do so for others and when it comes to making something for himself, he's a slacker.
Honest or Deceitful? Honest to a fault.
Peaceful or Easily Agitated? Patient and peaceful.
Has a weak spot for kids and women, and is easily provoked by anyone abusing them.

Other

Faction: tba
Job Within Faction: tba
Traveling Companion: none
Skills:

• Medicine
• Small Guns
• Melee Weapons

S.P.E.C.I.A.L Stats:

• S - 5
• P - 4
• E - 6
• C - 4
• I - 5
• A - 8
• L - 8

Weapon of Choice:

• European Sabre
• Magnum Revolver

Look, its one of those RPs that makes use of the reincarnation trope. Oh, we're gonna be goblins, huh? Sweet, I guess.

Re:Monster in rp form, hmmmm...color me interested

FALLOUT: The Northern World

Sounds interesting.

A R K H E U S

The office was busy as usual with the changing shifts, there was much groaning and yawning going about as the tired officers finally called it a night and the reluctant morning shift begun at a crawling speed. Lilyth had arrived a good three hours earlier that day to sort out the final details for the day's worth of operations and was kissing her third cigarette goodbye. Finally her crew was filling in the room; the new recruits stared confused at the large holographic board displaying the entirety of The Core, densly packed with hundreds of alerts and indicators.

"Oh heck no, it's too early for this Lily." exclaimed her second in command as she walked past Lilyth and through the hologram, which flickered at the interferenced, up to the counter with a hot cup of coffee. Sergeant Kathryn Willows was a lively girl still in her late 20's, with a slender shape that attracted more than a few eyes. They'd been working together for quite a few years now and she'd been essential to maintain the crew's spirits up after Lilyth's harsh drills.

"It's never too early to go clean up the streets, Kat." Lilyth shot an icy glance at the two new recruits, who seemed to have taken a liking to the Sergeant's treatment and were growing complacent. "Now, I've got word from HQ that a Liberata cell might have infiltrated a corporate buidling near the border of the slums. Right here..." she pointed a gloved finger at a red flashing dot on the proyection of The Core, "..and it seems our boy, Del Santo, might be involved in this one. So y'all know what that means!"

"Fuck" the whisper came out at a near-unison from all but the two recruits, who looked around for an explanation. "Come on, time to gear up, we leave in 10'." Kathryn handed one of them her half finished coffee and patted the other on the shoulder.

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It was rush hour out there, and despite the update pushed onto the GPS system and the barricades set up around the block, there seemed to be an ever-present sea of people bustling about, oggling the sieged building.

"This is the Police. We have your surrounded. Hand yourselves in and you will be spared." she hated the cliche, but it was protocol to give the criminals a chance to repent. The 'sparing' usually was a straight trip to Sector 3, or the shooting range, but the public needn't know that. Lilyth lowered the megaphone after the single attempt and turned to face the twenty fully armoured Watchmen under her command.

"Sorin, take Alpha. Matt, take Beta. Kathryn you stick with me, we're taking Gamma for a test drive." she smiled maliciously before polarizing her visor.

"Yessir" the echo came through her helmet a fraction after her unit saluted and got into position.

The Liberata inside the building prepared makeshift barricades from furniture and vehicles to hide behind, and were poking the muzzles of their rifles through. A gunfight was inevitable at this point, but that did little difference to Lilyth, her crew was well equiped and capable of dealing with couple dozen rebels with stolen weapons.

"Alpha Squad, I need you on the western building, third floor. Hold." A string of orders was being barked out into the silent channels. "Beta Squad, take the northern building and await my signal." She turned to look at Kathryn and the newest squad members. They are just a bunch of kids. "Gamma Squad, get on the Hunchback. We're going in."

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The opening moves had been on point, the Liberata hadn't prepared for a full-in assault and had had a hard time retaliating after their barricades were turned against them. The Hunchback sat in the middle of the building hanging from the wires it ripped on it's way down from the third floor. The fight had simply taken longer than expected, as the new recruits were just as beffudled by the Lieutenant's tactics as the enemy had been. Nearly two hours had gone by in the ceaseless gunfire inside the building.

"Two injured, no casualties. What's the status on Del Santo?" Lilith asked over the comms, impatient as she kicked over a corpse looking for a facial match-up.

"Nothing here" Kathryn was the first to report on the first floor. "Second floor's clear. He's not here either" was Matt's report. "Third floor's a bust, sir. Seems the data was fake." Sorin pitched in, confirming Lilyth suspicion. But then another voice came through the comms:

"Heimdall Unit, there's a request for backup in the slums. We lost contact with last dispatch moments ago. Please come in." the operator from HQ, a voice she rarely got to hear lately. And for a good reason.

"This is Lieutenant Lilyth Ruskin, state your rank and division, this is a reserved channel." she wasn't happy with the sudden request and it was clear in her voice. I didn't get all the way up here to go play hide and seek.

"Sergeant Azerix, Logistics, ma'am. The Colonel requested I pass this message to you: 'We're stretched thin today. Get your ass moving.'. Do you copy ma'am?" the operator a poor young boy playing lackey to the Colonel, and got the brunt of it too.

Lilth sighed as she looked the reading on her crew. "I copy. We'll take care of it immediately. Get someone to clean up here and let AT know the Del Santo info was a bust." she closed the comms channel to HQ with a furious flick of her head and then gestured to resume her local comms. "Congrats everyone, as a reward we're getting double shifts today. Now get your asses on the move, we're heading to the slums. Go, go, go!"

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Where there had been hundreds of thousands people a few hours ago, there were now a mere dozens, and interceptors were making their rounds in the sky. The Hunchbacks made their way through the empty streets into the slums, when they came to a sudden halt. "Where the fuck is everyone?" Kathryn was leaning over the wheel, turning her head left and right, but the only movement in sight was from the interceptors. "HQ, what's going-" she paused mid-sentence and looked at Lilyth with a hint of fear in her eyes. "We're on high alert. Channels are on priority-only mode."

Silence fell over everyone on the Hunchback. Lilyth took off her helmet and grabbed a smoke from the board. She had it on her lips when Kathryn intervened "Sir, you know-" an open hand told her to shut up as Lilyth lit up her cigarette. Silence resumed as she took a long puff of smoke. "Keep driving" she said with smoke slowly coming from her mouth. "Matt, stay close behind" she said sternly over the vehicle to vehicle channel.

"STAY INDOORS. THE SITUATION IS UNDER CONTROL." an interceptor flew overhead while playing their message on loop. Is it that bad?. Lilyth grabbed her bolt gun and made sure to load a fresh cartridge. She stood up to face the to face the crew onboard. "ETA minus 10 minutes. I want everyone ready for action, we have no idea what's out there and HQ is not respon-" she was cut short by the sudden blow to the side of the Hunchback which nearly tipped it on it's side.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Kat cryed out from the pilot seat. "KAT! GET US TO COVER NOW!" Lilyth barked at her from he sore seat on the floor. She was looking at a noticeable dent on the inside of the Hunchback. What did they hit us with? "MATT! STATUS!" she nearly screamed at the board. But there was only the rumbling of the engine and the annoying scaping of metal pieces.

Lilyth turned her head to the window. There she noticed the cyan ghastly face staring into the vehicle. "Everyone...out...NOW!"

A R K H E U S

Arkheus Identification Card

Bureau of Public Citizen Management

Name: Lieutenant Lilyth Ruskin

Aliases: Lily, Winterlily, Banshee

Gender: Female

Age: 34

Job Title: Watchmen: Heimdall Unit

Extended Description

Height: 6'0"

Weight 160lbs

Hair Color: Ultra Light Slate

Eye Color: Steel Blue

Skin Color: Pale

Scars:

• Small calliber bullet wounds on chest and abdomen.
• Burn scars spanning diagonally from her left buttox to her right shoulder.

Tattoos:

• Ouroboros, surrounding a bullet wound in her lower abdomen.
• Valknut, her unit's insignia, on her left arm.

Modifications:

• None

Cybernetics:

• Interface Augmentation: Grafted onto her cheekbones, particularly fashionable and practical.

Other:

• Smoker. Her favourite brand is Huldra Lite(tm), with it's sweet taste and mild anesthesic effect.

Appearance

Lilyth is a simple person, she favours mobility and practicality above looks. Thus, her wardrobe consists mostly of dull military uniforms and work-out clothes, with a couple trenchcoats in varying styles and colors. While off-duty and off the grid, she prefers a plain white tank-top and jeans, but oft-times switches it up with purple-hued t-shirts and black synth-leather pants, specially when she's going out to have a good time. On the other hand, while travelling to and from work, she dones a skin-tight suit, her slate blue trenchcoat and bike googles. Her footwear of choice are military grade armored boots with integrated shin plates to connect to the Mag-rail; that is to say, she owns 7 pairs of these and only one other pair of stilletos.

Lilyth is quite imposing with her 6 feet slender, but powerful, figure, which she doesn't bother hiding. Her daily personal and mandatory workout regimes keep her in tip-top shape. Years of intensive training and a grief-striken life, these things have molded her face into a sharp and hard ice sculpture, while it holds a certain beauty, it most often comes across as cold and intimidating. Ever since graduating the ranks of detective, she's let her hair grow back to shoulder-length.

Job Description

Lilyth had wanted to be a doctor since the tender age of 5, but her father, Lieutenant Hector Ruskin, had other plans for her. Despite her efforts to aim her carreer towards medicine, she ended up taking the academy's entry exams to become a Watchman. With flying colours in both physical courses and obligatory studies, she was offered positions in several units shortly after graduation, and in an attempt to escape her father's influence, she joined the anti-terrorist division.

At first, as expected of a frustrated physician, she tried to reduce the lethality of raids and gunfights on both sides. She would often avoid taking lethal shots on the assailants and was quick to cover for her teamates, she made it her top priority to tend to her wounded allies first. Her unusual dedication earned her the respect of her fellow watchers, despite her introverted personality, and soon enough her unit became a second family to her, going as far as convincing her of tattooing their insignia onto her arm.

After a terrible tragedy that left her scarred in both mind and body, and a long recovery process, she's climbed the ranks to the top of her unit, and now lead them in an ever more aggressive campaign against the Liberata.

Biography

Lilith was born the eldest daugher to a man of military carreer, Colonel Liutenant Hector Ruskin. As such she was forced from an early age into the family tradition, and the curricula that entailed. However, all she wanted was to become a doctor and find someone to share her life with, she was a sweet little girl dreamer forced onto a path of violence.

It was around her 15th birthday that she was allowed to enter the APD training programme, under a request of her father. Five years later, she was graduating egregaria cum laude, having completed not only the standard curriculum (as per her fathers orders), but also the medical carreer, with incredible results. From there it was a predictable matter that she would be accepted into the force, and it quickly became reality as she was assigned to the role of field medic at the Heimdall unit (anti-terrorism).

Her days were spent fighting the Liberata in the streets, patching up her loyal comrades-in-arms and fileing paperwork before heading out to the local bar. She would often go there with her teamates, drink something light and sweet and then head to her appartment. On a particularly rainy night, when the crew had decided to skip the bar, she went to have a drink and relax. It was then that she met the new bartender, Malachy O'Connor. A sweet young man, who struck Lilith as a kind soul, worried about the lonely girl at the bar. It was love at first sight for both of them, and soon after she was visiting the bar just for him.

Fast forward five years, Lilyth had proposed to Malachy and gotten engaged just a month past, when they were struck with the notice that Lilith was pregnant. Soon after, she was taking a leave from work to focus on her health and taking test after test to verify the growth of her child. A girl, was what the tests determined, and she would have her mother's white hair and her father's green eyes.

However, as fate would have it, while Lilith and Malachy were out having a coffee with the Heimdall unit, celebrating the soon-to-be-born Dalyah, a Liberata cell attacked the nearby building. In the hell that broke loose, Lilith took a bullet to her abdomen, which immediately killed her child, and left her bleeding and broken in the ground.

Soon after, she broke her engagement with Malachy, took a undefinite leave from work and went into therapy with Dr. Salazar. It took a whole years before she was even functional, and yet another before she went back into the force. Even with treatment, the tragedy left her with a terrible whole which had been filled with vengeful bloodthirsty rage.

For nine years now, she's been fighting the Liberata with tooth and nail, her mercilessness and fearsome leadership gained her the nickname of Banshee as she climbed the ranks. Now she's in charge of her unit and has been leading a overly-agressive anti-terrorism campaign within the core. People complain about the constant raids and traffic deviations, but to her it's only over-indulgent pigs that would stand on the way of rightful retribution.

Inventory

Weapons:

• Calvin Industries ALAR4 (Laser Assault Rifle). Raid Outfit.
• Calvin Industries ABOP (Ballistic Bolt Pistol). Personal Usage.

Armor:

• Standard Issue Lieutenant Watchmen Armor

Gadgets:

• Interface Augmentation: A cybernetic grafted directly onto the cheekbone. Can be synched with a computer to project holograms directly in front of your eyes. Perfect for overlaying information on the go without the need of a helmet. Doubles up as a holo-mask.

Key Items:

• None

Miscellaneous:

• Packs of Huldra Lite(tm).
• Vintage zippo lighter with a lily carved on it.
• Locket with two pictures: (1)Lilyth and Malachy and (2) Computer Generated image of daughter.
• Peridot ZR-Series Neon Bike "Thunderbird"

Pysker Dossier

Manifested Phenomena:

• Not applicable

Proficiencies:

• Field Medic: The role she first adopted when she joined her unit. While she's moved onto a more confrontational role, but nothing learnt is ever truly wasted. She's taken to keeping her unit on tip-top shape while off-duty; making dietary plans and work-out routines. She always takes a emergency-kit with her on all missions.
• Keen Marksman: Years of waging war against terrorism have left her with three dinstinct qualities: a famously good aim, perfect control under pressure, and a life-time supply of wounds that requires near superhuman resilience. She takes pride in her great pulse and is one of the reasons she had originally been approached to become a medic.
• Tactical Thinker: Hundreds of missions planned and executed, some much better than others. A tactician's number one tool is their experience, and of that Lilyth has plenty: urban raids, underground raids, urban pursuit, undercover infiltration, etc.
• Titanium Will: It take hard work and talent to join APD, but it takes real determination to continue to dedicate your entire life to the cause, even after losing your beloved to traitors and cowards. Her iron will is well known within the force.

Limitations:

• A Field Of White Lilies: Ever since the accident that ended her pregnancy, she's had a single recurring nightmare that haunts her even in the waking world. Children wear the faces of a ghost, white lilies whisper cries of pain and fear.
• One Track Mind: Has trouble diverging from the plan, and easily loses her way when there are no goals in sight.
• Vengeful Wrath: While she usually aims her anger towards terrorist-hunting, she has anger issues and a strong sense of justice, which leads to trouble with people in general.
• Death Is Relief, Not Punishment: She has very little sense of self-preservation and a warped sense of morality, specially regarding how to treat criminals. In her words: "I'd shoot a thief's hands off and make them walk all the way to Sector 3, but then how would they mine granite for my floors?".

Likes:

• Huldra Lite(tm) cigarettes, you can't call it a day without their lingering tingle in your tongue.
• Whiskey, her drink of choice and a miracle cure for nightmares.
• The color puple, she finds it extremely relaxing.
• Bikes, they never were meant to be confined to the mag-rail.

Dislikes:

• Terrorists and anyone who'd even hesitate to bash them.
• Strawberry-flavoured and/or bitter foods.
• Children, too painful to look at.
• White lilies.

Important People:

• Malachy O'Connor, her ex-fiancé.
• Dr. Anthony Salazar, her psychiatrists.
• Sir Theodore Mathew of Riverside, her beloved German Shepherd.

Character Relationships

• None