I put my profile on the characters page, let me know if there's anything amiss with it.
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Molecular Biology major living in California. 21 years old, he/him/his.
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Name: Sophie Quilla
Race: Ghoul, formerly Mexican
Age: 236, 29 at the time of the Great War
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 200 lb
Appearance: For the most part Sophie's appearance is typical with ghouls, her skin is pretty variable in the number of layers it has attached, and she's missing a few notable facial features, as well as her hair. Sophie was fairly overweight compared to most people before the bombs, and the difference is more obvious in the wasteland. The inconvenience isn't debilitating, but it does give Sophie a soft and pudgy appearance that would seem non-threatening if she wasn't also a zombie. From some nearby stores Sophie put together an outfit she thought would fit the new world she found herself in, which mostly seems to constitute khaki vest and shorts that make her look like some explorer. She has a wide-brimmed hat to match which hides her sudden loss of hair, and some sunglasses, partly so she has a frame she can use if she ever finds lenses for her near-sightedness.
Equipment: Sophie has a shopping cart with a duffel bag full of mostly-readable books and a set of tools from the school, useful for tinkering with robots or computers.
Weapons: A 9mm handgun. Sophie thinks it's empty, but it actually has one bullet left in the gun itself.
Specializations: Before the great war Sophie was skilled at programming and robotic engineering, and though reading has expanded her knowledge she is also as rusty as possible. She has a college-level knowledge of physics and math and a high school-level knowledge of chemistry and biology. Sophie has a general knowledge of the layout of Memphis and some surrounding cities from before the war, though they've changed drastically. Sophie has some mild skill in repairing simple items like clothing or her shopping cart from fixing up the school, but weapons and unique post-war items elude her.
Other: Sophie has more knowledge of pre-war skills and culture (including literature) than post-war, almost all of it useless. But if they ever find a working car, Sophie would be able to drive it. Sophie is not only ignored by feral ghouls, but her time with them has given her a decent familiarity with their psychology, not that there's much to figure out.
Negative Attributes: Sophie has almost no knowledge of the state or culture of the post-war wasteland, without human contact her personal skills have atrophied, and she's less athletic and even less combat-trained than most others in the wasteland. Though she has a certain sense of self-preservation, Sophie is reckless with her own artificiality extended life and has a certain disregard for post-war society, she doesn't consider it fully "real", or legitimate. Additionally Sophie is near-sighted and has yet to find any helpful lenses, much less one that matches her prescription. Anything further than a few yards from her becomes blurry. Sophie's survival skills are nil. Sophie was shot in the left shoulder recently and currently finds it painful if she moves it suddenly.
Biography: Sophie was born in Tennessee, but got her PHD in Robotics Engineering (as well as a graduate degree in programming) in Massachusetts. She made headway working for a larger corporation, but was invited back to Tennessee for the promise of starting a company with some colleagues that wanted to use the Memphis commercial hub as a base for producing cheaper robotics and software. That business failed quickly, unable to compete with larger companies and collapsed due to in-fighting, and Sophie moved to Somerville and put her PHD to work teaching in high school. It was during her career there that the bombs dropped.
The high school had a bunker, but with Vault-Tec's monopoly on the necessary safeguards, the shelter was unable to keep out radiation. Everyone hiding within became a ghoul, and everyone except for Sophie went feral. Food reserves meant to feed over 200 students and faculty for a few years was able to feed Sophie for over 200 years, as the feral ghouls wandered around the area and fed while keeping wildlife and humans away. Sophie never had the heart to put them out of their misery, many of them still the size of students. Sophie believed herself to be the last human alive on Earth, and now that she finally had time to read her books without interruption Sophie spent 200 years reading and fixing up the school, losing track of time and her own appearance with no intact timepieces or reflective surfaces anywhere around.
One month ago Sophie received her first introduction to the world of the wasteland when a group of UAF searching for resources outside the Memphis area broke through the feral ghouls. Not realizing she looked the same as the other monsters, not being able to see they were heavily armed without intact glasses, and being possibly too excited at suddenly seeing other living humans, Sophie essentially charged at them and was mistaken for a feral at first, but fortunately she was only shot in the shoulder before the UAF realized she was a sentient ghoul. The UAF emptied out a handgun and handed it to Sophie, and then directed her to Memphis as a good place to find more humans, so she decided to check it out. From the school Sophie took her robotics tools and as many books she could fit in a duffel bag, then found a shopping cart and some new clothes from the surrounding area before heading to Memphis on highway 64.
Race: Ghoul, formerly Mexican
Age: 236, 29 at the time of the Great War
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 200 lb
Appearance: For the most part Sophie's appearance is typical with ghouls, her skin is pretty variable in the number of layers it has attached, and she's missing a few notable facial features, as well as her hair. Sophie was fairly overweight compared to most people before the bombs, and the difference is more obvious in the wasteland. The inconvenience isn't debilitating, but it does give Sophie a soft and pudgy appearance that would seem non-threatening if she wasn't also a zombie. From some nearby stores Sophie put together an outfit she thought would fit the new world she found herself in, which mostly seems to constitute khaki vest and shorts that make her look like some explorer. She has a wide-brimmed hat to match which hides her sudden loss of hair, and some sunglasses, partly so she has a frame she can use if she ever finds lenses for her near-sightedness.
Equipment: Sophie has a shopping cart with a duffel bag full of mostly-readable books and a set of tools from the school, useful for tinkering with robots or computers.
Weapons: A 9mm handgun. Sophie thinks it's empty, but it actually has one bullet left in the gun itself.
Specializations: Before the great war Sophie was skilled at programming and robotic engineering, and though reading has expanded her knowledge she is also as rusty as possible. She has a college-level knowledge of physics and math and a high school-level knowledge of chemistry and biology. Sophie has a general knowledge of the layout of Memphis and some surrounding cities from before the war, though they've changed drastically. Sophie has some mild skill in repairing simple items like clothing or her shopping cart from fixing up the school, but weapons and unique post-war items elude her.
Other: Sophie has more knowledge of pre-war skills and culture (including literature) than post-war, almost all of it useless. But if they ever find a working car, Sophie would be able to drive it. Sophie is not only ignored by feral ghouls, but her time with them has given her a decent familiarity with their psychology, not that there's much to figure out.
Negative Attributes: Sophie has almost no knowledge of the state or culture of the post-war wasteland, without human contact her personal skills have atrophied, and she's less athletic and even less combat-trained than most others in the wasteland. Though she has a certain sense of self-preservation, Sophie is reckless with her own artificiality extended life and has a certain disregard for post-war society, she doesn't consider it fully "real", or legitimate. Additionally Sophie is near-sighted and has yet to find any helpful lenses, much less one that matches her prescription. Anything further than a few yards from her becomes blurry. Sophie's survival skills are nil. Sophie was shot in the left shoulder recently and currently finds it painful if she moves it suddenly.
Biography: Sophie was born in Tennessee, but got her PHD in Robotics Engineering (as well as a graduate degree in programming) in Massachusetts. She made headway working for a larger corporation, but was invited back to Tennessee for the promise of starting a company with some colleagues that wanted to use the Memphis commercial hub as a base for producing cheaper robotics and software. That business failed quickly, unable to compete with larger companies and collapsed due to in-fighting, and Sophie moved to Somerville and put her PHD to work teaching in high school. It was during her career there that the bombs dropped.
The high school had a bunker, but with Vault-Tec's monopoly on the necessary safeguards, the shelter was unable to keep out radiation. Everyone hiding within became a ghoul, and everyone except for Sophie went feral. Food reserves meant to feed over 200 students and faculty for a few years was able to feed Sophie for over 200 years, as the feral ghouls wandered around the area and fed while keeping wildlife and humans away. Sophie never had the heart to put them out of their misery, many of them still the size of students. Sophie believed herself to be the last human alive on Earth, and now that she finally had time to read her books without interruption Sophie spent 200 years reading and fixing up the school, losing track of time and her own appearance with no intact timepieces or reflective surfaces anywhere around.
One month ago Sophie received her first introduction to the world of the wasteland when a group of UAF searching for resources outside the Memphis area broke through the feral ghouls. Not realizing she looked the same as the other monsters, not being able to see they were heavily armed without intact glasses, and being possibly too excited at suddenly seeing other living humans, Sophie essentially charged at them and was mistaken for a feral at first, but fortunately she was only shot in the shoulder before the UAF realized she was a sentient ghoul. The UAF emptied out a handgun and handed it to Sophie, and then directed her to Memphis as a good place to find more humans, so she decided to check it out. From the school Sophie took her robotics tools and as many books she could fit in a duffel bag, then found a shopping cart and some new clothes from the surrounding area before heading to Memphis on highway 64.
I said that Metou doesn't need input and we can skip around, and I'm still here.
I'm still neck deep in finals but my CS is almost done, I'll probably have it ready soon.
Melanite had been hoping Sard would let her have this task. While he was talking to Obsidian outside, Melanite opened the door to the burning room back up, seeing that a few gems were still in there, including the colossal Halite. There was evidence of combat everywhere, but Melanite didn't care enough to try and figure out what exactly had happened. Besides, she only stuck her head in for a brief second to announce the race.
"HEY JOKERS!" Melanite yelled carelessly into the burning room, "We're racing to Pearl! Last one there gets left behind!" An empty threat in Melanite's heart, but she hoped it would be enough to motivate the other gems to get a move on.
Immediately Melanite bolted in the other direction, flying back through the house and outside to the patio, where Sard and Obsidian were. "No need to wait any longer, let's get going, hee hee!" Melanite said, and she took off into the air and started flying full speed towards Empire City, though her top speed was roughly the same as an average human running, even when sailing through the air.
"HEY JOKERS!" Melanite yelled carelessly into the burning room, "We're racing to Pearl! Last one there gets left behind!" An empty threat in Melanite's heart, but she hoped it would be enough to motivate the other gems to get a move on.
Immediately Melanite bolted in the other direction, flying back through the house and outside to the patio, where Sard and Obsidian were. "No need to wait any longer, let's get going, hee hee!" Melanite said, and she took off into the air and started flying full speed towards Empire City, though her top speed was roughly the same as an average human running, even when sailing through the air.
I might not be able to help myself from working on a profile anyway, but I won't be free from Finals for the next week.
EDIT: Quick question, would a ghoul be able to cross the Mississippi by walking along the bottom?
EDIT: Quick question, would a ghoul be able to cross the Mississippi by walking along the bottom?
Is this RP still open? I have finals coming up but it wouldn't be long before I could have a CS or something.
Melanite turned to look at Sard, and in giving up on swallowing the bread box whole, snapped it in half with a surprisingly sharp set of teeth. "Give me a break, I haven't had this form for long," Melanite replied, referring to her new state of not being a corrupted gem, but also her new state of having a body other than an entire building. "I know humans definitely put things from this kind of room in their mouths, and when I take over a building I can eat whatever I want, but now I'm suddenly having problems! I wonder how humans tell food from non-food..."
This train of thought was only maintained for a moment before Melanite answered Sard's question, only rather than explaining what she was doing now (that much was obvious, she was clearly trying to eat a breadbox), Melanite decided to explain what she had been doing just moments ago. "Well, I was under the impression we had an urgent mission to attend to, but clearly some gems have different priorities! I'm glad I stepped out before I could even see that tantrum, but I have three guesses as to who's responsible. I should plan a prank and cheer them up!" This train of thought took Melanite somewhere actually useful, and as she had an idea Melanite grinned and clapped her hands with excitement. She folded her arms, and with a clever sneer she said to Sard, "Hey, I got something that'll really teach those gems to mess around! Let's say we have a race to see who can get to Pearl first, huh?"
This train of thought was only maintained for a moment before Melanite answered Sard's question, only rather than explaining what she was doing now (that much was obvious, she was clearly trying to eat a breadbox), Melanite decided to explain what she had been doing just moments ago. "Well, I was under the impression we had an urgent mission to attend to, but clearly some gems have different priorities! I'm glad I stepped out before I could even see that tantrum, but I have three guesses as to who's responsible. I should plan a prank and cheer them up!" This train of thought took Melanite somewhere actually useful, and as she had an idea Melanite grinned and clapped her hands with excitement. She folded her arms, and with a clever sneer she said to Sard, "Hey, I got something that'll really teach those gems to mess around! Let's say we have a race to see who can get to Pearl first, huh?"
Will respond to Kafka later tonight
Metou is just going to follow Gin around so I figure we can skip around on the search or something, or at least you don't need my input every step of the way
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