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Post  Roseblade on Tue Mar 09, 2010 11:01 am

Hey everyone, so here is where I would like you to post your character profiles. You may have as much creative freedom as you can handle unless otherwise specified by the storyline of the current role play. Please go into as much detail as you can about your character in your profile, as I am sure we are all eager to see the creative workings of the people we are writing with otherwise we would not be here. Enjoy! Very Happy
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Post  Roseblade on Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:55 pm

please for 'The Day After' can you make your characters human. if you would like to have some mutations you had received from coming into contact with the disease then feel free, but otherwise only humans, thanks. I love you
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Post  Roseblade on Tue Mar 09, 2010 1:45 pm

Name: Femke Pel
Sex: Female
Age: 29
Race: Human
Nationality: Dutch
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Hair colour: Blonde
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Fair
General appearance and clothing: Dark brown leather jacket, forest green hoodie, white tank top. tight blue faded jeans, black leather biker boots. Aviator glasses, red bandana tied round left arm. tattoo on neck 'no regrets' another on her right hip of a dove flying over a rose. scar running across her right temple most of the time its hidden by bangs.
Weapons: pump-action shotgun, 10 inch hunting knife, shovel
Vehicle: 96' Harley Davidson FXSTS Springer Softail
History: Growing up in a poor area of the city, she was surrounded by other immigrants trying to make their way to the big time. the youngest of 6 children to Bram and Aagt Pel, Femke grew up being picked on and bullied by her older siblings and the other children in the neighbourhood. While she has always been bright, Femke obtained a cynical outlook on life and acted out in school. This resulted in her getting poor grades and being sent to remedial classes. Bram lost his job when Femke was 14 and turned to the bottle for comfort. when she was 15 she watched as her drunken father commited manslaughter and the only person she felt she could turn to, her mother, disappeared from her life. Her father was sent to prison and she was put in the foster care system, being sent from family to family. Finally having enough Femke ran away. She took any work she could get and taught herself to fight, she earned her scar in a brawl at a local pub in some backwater town. The night of that brawl a man named Jackson met her and heard some of her story. Taking Femke under his wing he taught her everything he knew about vehicles how to fix cars and motorcycles, how to hotwire them. Jackson became a older brother to her, and Femke was devastated when he was killed by the cronies of a druglord that he just couldn't pay back. The tattoo on Femke's neck is Jackson's favourite saying and the dove and rose celebrate her mother, the two people she loved and lost.
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Post  asdreabel on Tue Mar 09, 2010 2:00 pm

Character-Kiadi Prabhu
Nationality-Half white Half Indian
Age-32

appearance
Hair-Shoulder length black with a goatee
Skin Colour-Tan
Eye colour-Brown
Height-5'10
Weight-185 lbs
General appearance-Muscular build, Handsome face, has forsaken in hindi down his left arm, has reflective sunglasses, wears a black jacket grey t-shirt blue jeans and black boots, is either smiling or frowning
Backpack-basic medkit, messkit, Foldable shovel, SVD snipers rifle, Desert eagle and random odds and sods
Personality-Abit on the wild side gets bored and angry easy. Has a tendancy to talk to himself

Personality
Once a gun for hire now a gun for anybody worth his time or has anything he wants

Backround
growing up in a military family Kiadi was proud to join at the age of 18 and found a proficioncy with the sniper rifle A coupl of years in during a peacekeeping mission something happend that caused him to never be the same he was discharged from the military do to mental issuse and later joined a merc groupthat was very lenient on who they hire

Vehicles-Harley Davidson Softail Fatboy


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Post  Cyberwulf on Tue Mar 09, 2010 4:20 pm

Name: Jak (Runcible) Spoon
Sex: Male
Age: 37
Race: Human
Nationality: British
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 160
Hair colour: Blonde, almost white
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Almost too pale
General appearance and clothing: Tall, and unhealthily skinny, his hair hangs just above shoulder length in thin strands, with slight stubble forming along his jaw. He wears a tattered straight-jacket with the long arms worn away. Pink and purple camo cargo pants he found, and thought looked pretty, and a pair of combat boots with a strange logo on the sides. An inane grin is splayed across his face, and a deceptive intelligence gleams in his eyes.
Weapons: Tazer, telescoping night stick, and a hunting knife he found in someone's back.
History: Once a famous philosophy professor, after the disease hit, he was affected heavily, but didn't quite die. Instead, it damaged his mind, driving him insane, as well as wasting his body to the husk that he is now. He was committed to the psych ward of the nearby hospital and forgotten.
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Post  Vrall on Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:15 am

Name: Markus O'Connell
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Nationality: Irish
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 232 lbs
Hair colour: Copper
Eye colour: Green
Skin colour: Light

General appearance and clothing: Black long trench coat, white pinstripe shirt, Black cargo pants, Black boots, Black gloves, Round frame Glasses (Reading), and and antique gold pocket watch. Usually Pulls his shoulder length hair back into a ponytail. Very well built but not overly so. If you ever saw him in shorts and a t-shirt you might think he was a professional sprinter. His angular face is clean shaven, he has narrow eyes and thin lips.

Weapons: Glock 18, with Silencer, Tactical Stock, and extended magazine, Ultima Combat knife

Vehicle: Car door shiv, and small tools case. plus some... Experience

Other Equipment: Garroting wire (hidden in left coat cuff. really well hidden), Lighter, half black carbon hack saw blade (in boot), Flask, (currently empty), lock picks, Leatherman, Large bowl of chocolate.
(I'll have an update every time I get something new)
History: Born in Ireland, but raised in the USA, Markus only ever wanted to go back to his home. He was an only child and his mother died at childbirth. Markus' father was a high ranking member in the Irish mob and Markus was quickly recruited. He would have risen quickly through the ranks if he had made any effort too.
Markus preferred being a "Fixer" anyways. the go to guy, he did everything from Clean-up jobs, (usually including the hit in the first place) to actually fixing things. Specializing in gun modification and repair.
He was a member of the New-York area Mob.
Markus was a proficient marksman and very good in close-combat. When the Plague hit every one in his local died, he had been out on a hit that took him half way across the State of Vermont. it was the only thing that saved him.


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Post  Ionized Awesomeness on Sat Mar 13, 2010 6:32 pm

Name: Caanon 'Howl' Howell

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Occupation: Owner and Bartender of the 'Rusty Nail' Pub.

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 210lbs

Eyes: Left eye-Hazel/ Right Eye-Grey due to Heterochromatin

Hair: Rusty Brown

Basic Appearance: Generaly wears a pair of Urban camo combat fatigues(LOTS of pockets) Dark green Outdoor vest overtop a black longsleeve shirt, Black/Brown Hiking boots and a full length Urban camo poncho stained with earth browns and greens. Muscular and broad, though growing alittle soft in the belly with a square jaw, thick Spiked back hair and piercing multi colored eyes. Has a scar that goes from the bottom of his chin to the left side of his lower lip which makes his scruffy goatee look even scruffier.

Weapons And Equipment: NATO 5.56mm L85A1(Bullpup Assault Rifle) SPAS-12(Combat Shotgun) .357 Mateba AutoRevolver(Side arm) 6" Combat Knife. 2L canteen of water, Backpack with Basic Survival Gear(Rope, Med kit, Shovel, Flares and rations) and 2 bottles of Wiskey.

Note: SPAS-12 is kept in his bar under the counter.

Method of Travel: On foot using Parkour to get around Quickly

Background: Loving husband, doting father. A Family man in all respects, Caanon (Or 'Howl' to most other people) Worked for a Private Military Contractors Group Known to most who mattered as 'The Black Crows', Supporting his Wife and Daughter. Heavily Trained, Howl was considered the best of the best, well versed in numerous armed and unarmed fighting styles, The young man saw plenty of action in the 10 or so years he worked under the crows banner. Unfortunatly the plague took that happy life away from him with the death of his wife. Shattered and depressed, Howl would then recieve another gut punch from life after finding out from his doctor that he was one of the rare people with an immunity to the disease.

Feeling as if he had somehow betrayed his decieced wife by surviving, Howl Quite the Private Armed forces and Spent most of his time at home sobbing and drinking until, disgusted and frightened with how devestated her father had become, his now 16 year old daughter ran away from home and abandoned him. This drove Howl near suicidal until he had gone so far over the edge, that he had ended up back on the other end, gaining a strange new sense of perspective and using the rest of his money to open up a Bar called the Rusty Nail in which he provides food, drink and shelter to those who need it on the deserted streets of New York. hopeing against hope that he will be re-united with his Daughter once again after washing himself of his shame.
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Post  Terrorwolf on Sun Mar 14, 2010 12:36 pm

Name: Demitri Krilov

Gender: Male

Age: 36

Race: Human

Nationality: Russian- American

Occupation: S.W.A.T. officer

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 200lbs

Eyes: Bright Blue

Hair: Dark Brown

Basic Appearance: He wears a camo combat poncho and combat boots as well as camo pants. He always keeps the hood up and wears a scarf hiding his facial features. All that can be seen of his face are his eyes and a scar running down his left eye.

Weapons And Equipment: ZM LR300 with SUSAT Scope, TOZ-34 with slug rounds, Makarov PM, Hunting Knife. 2L canteen of water, Backpack with Survival Gear and a bottle of vodka


Method of Travel: On foot using Parkour.

Background: Not known by characters: Before the plague he and his son lived alone in an apartment in New York. His son Andrew was diagnosed with Cancer and spent most of his life in the hospital. When finally given a clean bill of health and just about to be released the plague hit and Andrew, unlike his father, was not immune. Just five days later he died in the eyes of his loving father. Demitri went into a deep depression and vowed upon his sons name that he would find the cure and administer it to those in need.
Known by characters: He is a wanderer and a very quiet and reserved person that doesnt trust easy unless he feels a sense of deep connection with the person.
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Post  Silkchan on Sun Mar 14, 2010 8:08 pm

Birth Name: Aliceeya Howell

New name: Silk Vasel

Gender: Female

Age: 21 years old.

Eyes: Green

Hair: Brown

Height: 5 feet 7 inches

Weight: 168 pounds

Race: Human

Nationality: American

Occupation: Looter

Basic appearance: Silk stands at 5'7" with out heels. She is slightly tanned because of the time she spends out in the sun. Her green eyes are underlined by dark circles because of lack of sleep. She is strong though only basic muscles are defined when flexed or tensed. Her face is heart shaped and her eyes are almond shaped. She has high cheek bones and full lips that are a pale pink. Her hair goes to just about her shoulders though she tends to keep it pulled up. She wears black combat boots with a slight modification. On the toe of the shoe she has placed small spikes from an old wrist band she had. The spikes are sharp but only 1//4th of an inch long. Her pants are ripped up jeans and sometimes a skirt sewn out of tattered clothes that are no longer wearable. Her shirts are plain t-shirts that sometimes have holes or rips and the occasional blood stain from one of the unlucky people to meet her and piss her off. She also wears a pair of rimless sun glasses that are colored orange. She also wears a black duster that dances around her ankles. The duster has three inside pockets and two large outside pockets.

Weapons and equipment: 3 switch blades hidden in the duster pockets on the inside, 4 butterfly knives hidden in the same pockets, two machete strapped to her back under the duster, a slim wrench strapped to her right calf under her jeans, one hand gun loaded and tucked into a holster on her hip, two packs of bullets tucked away in the inside pockets, a canteen tucked into the right large outside pocket of her duster, a bottle of jack tucked into her left large outside pocket, and a couple first aid kits in her pockets.

Place of residence: Where ever she wants to be.

Mode of transportation: The occasional stolen vehicle but mostly she walks.

Background: Aliceeya was born into a loving family. Her mother was beautiful and her father was handsome. She couldn't be luckier because her parents were perfect for each other. She had her mother's green eyes and her father's brown hair. Everything went so well for most of her life. When her mother passed away from the disease, Aliceeya was quite a mess. She was still a child after all and the loss of her loving mother hit her hard. She had hoped she could turn to her father. That the strong male figure in her life would be her rock. It didn't turn out that way. Her father, a once proud strong man, now wept and drank constantly. Aliceeya had enough when she had walked into the house to find her father sprawled out on the floor smelling of booze and sobbing in his sleep. It was disgusting how such a strong man could fall. Aliceeya her self was strong but seeing him like this... if her father could fall she feared she would as well. She had been raised to have pride and with out a doubt she had alot, but the fear of ending up like her father scared her so much that she fled. She had to get away before she lost more then just her respect for him.

Her first week out on the streets, Aliceeya met up with a gang of others her age (16). They pretty much stole and did what ever to get by as they didn't have anyone to look after them but themselves. She was quickly adopted into their family. Like her father, she had the immunity to the disease though she didn't know this yet. Aliceeya took up a strong mother figure of the group and ended up letting her heart get stolen by one of the boys in the group. His name was Jacob and he was hot. Both of them were teenagers with raging hormones so things happened. However, Jacob was sick. He carried the disease and months after the two had been intimate he died. Aliceeya was grief stricken. She had loved him so much. Others in the group felt her sadness and grieved with her, except one. He wanted to lead the group and always had even when Jacob had been in charge. It was only weeks after Jacob's passing that this male got the nerve up to try and force himself into the position of the group leader. Aliceeya was heart broken and this only pissed her off. Large amounts of rage built up and Aliceeya and the male fought. Aliceeya won and was the leader of the group but only by killing the young male. Two boys dead and Aliceeya was now the leader.

Everyone did as she said not wanting to bring about a fit of anger from the young female. Since Jacob's passing and the fight with the young male, Aliceeya had become cold and there was so much hate inside her. The world had taken so much from her. First her mother, then her father (Who wasn't dead but might as well be in her world.) and finally Jacob. At nights she cried and as time wore on and the world became more dangerous, Aliceeya got more and more aggressive. It was two years since Aliceeya had run from home and she was now in charge of a small group. Others had been killed for trying to over throw her or died of the disease. One night her small gang slipped into an abandoned home to root for food and clothes. They were caught by some other gang that had claimed the home first. Aliceeya and her gang fought but they weren't a match for the other gang. Aliceeya lived but everyone else in her group had been killed. The only reason she was left alive was because the leader of the other gang fancied her looks. She was knocked out and taken off to live as a captor of the new gang. The knock on the head really did her in. She lost all her memories of her life before this new gang. She always felt like she didn't belong there though and fought to leave everyday.

When the leader was over thrown, Aliceeya took her chance and bolted. The now over thown gang leader had named her Silk and given her his last name. So, no longer going by Aliceeya... Silk ran off to live on her own. She had vowed to only look after her self and only care for her self after spending a year with that repulsive gang. No one chased after her and over the next couple of years she collected weapons, trained her self to fight and looted what ever she needed. She hopes one day her memory will return and she will find out who she really is, but until then she clings to the name "Silk Vasel" as it was the only thing she has to hold onto.
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Post  Cyberwulf on Wed Apr 21, 2010 8:48 pm

Name: Natasha Oneil (aka: The dragon)

Sex: Female

Age: 24

Nationality: New yorker of Irish descent.

Occupation: Mechanic

Height: 5'3"

Weight: 200lbs

Hair colour: Red, cut short.

Eye colour: Green

Skin colour: slightly tan with freckles

General appearance and clothing: Natasha is almost always found wearing her overalls with a tshirt underneath, Steel toed boots, and a utility belt. A little short, but very muscular, at first glance, she's mistaken for a man. That's not a wise mistake to make. She keeps her hair cut short, as longer hair gets in the way in the machine shop.

Weapons: She prefers to remain noncombatant, but if it comes to it, and it often does with her temper, she will use anything at hand, normally tools.

History: A University drop out, Natasha lived with her aunt and uncle, working in an auto shop. During the infection, her uncle staggered into the shop, and promptly collapsed, dead on the spot. She rushed to get her aunt, finding she had suffered the same fate. Stuck on her own, Natasha holed up in her garage, listening to radio reports of people dying by the millions. Until the radios started broadcasting nothing but dead air. Deciding to look for survivors rather than die slowly in a garage, she left in a pickup truck, soon to meet with a gang of raiders, led by an old friend.
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Post  Terrorwolf on Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:36 am

Name: Chieftain Ravager BloodHand

Gender: Male

Age: unknown

Race: Human

Nationality: unknown

Occupation: unknown

Height: 6'

Weight: 200lbs


Basic Appearance: Ravager's mask is a combination of a gas mask and a hockey mask (not like Jason Vorhees more like an Eldar Banshee mask) the eyes of the mask are black during the day but glow yellow at night. There are spikes running along the top. Attached to the mask are small bits of cloth marking him chief of the tribe. Smack dab in the middle of the entire thing is a blood-red hand print. As for his clothing, he wears mostly leathers that show off his frail but muscular frame. his shoulder and knee pads also have spikes upon them. His boots are heavy combat boots with some modifications (will be revealed in game). With the skin that is shown there are many tribal tatoos and scars from many past conflicts.

Weapons And Equipment: Gutter, Self-crafted blade, Spike rifle(kinda like Miles' rail spiker thing only it doesnt have to be plugged in), pronged dagger.


Method of Travel: On foot using Parkour.

Background: not much is known about his past life even to him but when the plague hit he was immune but it none the less twisted his mind and brought out the animal within as it did with many others. He helped form the tribe of marauders but did not start off as chief. He followed the chief at the time and carried out his orders until one day when one such order very nearly cost him his life (more so than normal) and the lives of the entire tribe. The chief blamed it all on Ravager and so ordered him to be killed. Bloodied and battered he fought off his executioners and challenged the chief one on one. Ravager was horribly wounded but came out on top in the end. So taking the chiefs ceremonial gutter he plunged it into the chief's chest and marked himself with the blood of his kill (thus the bloody print upon his face). From that day forward he has led his tribe to many victories and prosperous times. Now his only goal is to secure New York for his tribe.
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Post  Ionized Awesomeness on Sun May 09, 2010 8:42 pm

Els Enora character sheet

Name: Christopher Issac Belhaan

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 19

Occupation: Village Mechanic

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 180lbs

Basic Description: A young man with strong arms from Lugging big wrenches around. Well build though leaning somewhere on the slender side. His hair is a Deep Flaming red and very long. Long enough to braid down to the small of his back and with the rest of it spiked back along his head. His face is slender with well defined features and a mischevious grin. His eyes are unique that they are each a different color, with his right eye being a Golden Hazel and his left eye a crimson red.

His clothes are simple and easy to maintain. he generaly goes out in a pair of baggy beige hemp or Canvas work pants with loops sewn into the sides to hang and clip tools off of, a Navy blue wool shirt that buttons down from the top down the chest, big black leather boots and a large black Animal hide Jacket.

Background:
Born in a small Coastal Village of Esquire, nestled in the shadow of Mount Calligan, Christopher Belhaan came from a long line of mechanics or 'Scrapsmiths'. Responsible for maintaining and refurbishing any lost technology his Village had unearthed over the years, Christopher enjoys a position of good standing due to the fact that the many steam and rysolene (A Vegitable, ethonol Fuel) powered machines help make life alittle easier for the people in the village. His home and Workshop is on a path a quarter-way up the mountain and overlooking the Village.
A Mechanical Wizard, his parents died along with a hundred other villagers when a Grand Drake stampeded through his hometown. His favorite tool is a also something of a badge of office, a large 5' long Monkey Wrench he uses on the more massive Machine hulks he services.


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Post  Roseblade on Mon May 10, 2010 11:23 am

Name: Ansley Kendall
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130 lbs
Occupation: Whore/Thief/Treasure Hunter
General Appearance: Hour glass figure, chocolate brown wavy hair that goes to her elbows and tan skin. She has a round face, ice blue eyes and a seductive look about her. Ansley has a few different outfits depending on what the job she is doing entails however she mainly wears a form fitting sleeveless tunic dyed a rich royal blue, cut off sleeves in the same colour, a brown woven jacket that goes to her knees, tight tan cotton leggings, dark brown animal skin boots. She has a gold necklace with a small turquoise medallion she had stolen from a customer after killing him.(i'll be posting a drawing in the art section soon)
Possessions: two large hunting knives hidden in the folds of her jacket,Some small treasures she kept for herself after previous treasure hunting expeditions
History: Ansley was born in the inner cities and grew up under tight empire influence. Her mother who was a fantantical religious woman was the secret mistress for a member of the empires higher ups. Ansley grew up having her mother ram her religion and the propaganda of the empire down her throat any chance she got. She was beaten for her 'wicked' behaviour as a way to 'fill her with the good love of the lord'
When she turned 16, Ansley's mothers boyfriend decided he wasn't satisfied with just her insane mother and went after her as well. Ansley killed the man when he attempted to rape her and quickly left home never to return. She never knew what happened to her crazy mother nor did she care. Ansley became cold which suited her newfound lifestyle of robbing people and treasure hunting. She also discovered that whoring herself out gave her a good opportunity at stealing from more wealthy victims giving her a far larger reward. Ansley wandered from town to town never staying one for too long only long enough to collect her prize and then she moved on.
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Post  Vrall on Mon May 10, 2010 1:10 pm

Els Enora character sheet

Name: Luca Strom (yes Strom not Storm)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 20

Occupation: Tinkerer in his time, Deliveries for pay

Height: 5' 7"

Weight: 173lbs

Description: A slender man, with Not-quite-shoulder length straight blond hair that falls in his face a lot, and startlingly deep green eyes. his skin is a light tanned colour.

Luca Wears worn fingerless gloves, brown rough pants with many hidden pockets, a black paper boy's cap, magnifying Goggles (similar to the ones seen below.), soft sore leather shoes, a loose fitting shirt in varying degrees of whiteness. Over that he wears a close cut black vest that, compared to Luca's other cloths, is surprisingly well kept and clean.

Background:
Luca grew up traveling a lot, his father was a mechanic and a treasure seeker. Since his mother had died at his birth, and with no village to call a home. Luca had traveled with his father, willingly or not. Every once in a while Luca would Stumble upon the remnants of archives with plans and patents of projects and trinkets and became enthralled at the idea of invention. by the age of 15 he had made a wind up pocket watch, good enough to pass for a practiced watchmaker of the previous age. His interests grew and he sot out other ancient tech and tried working and fixing it. As a traveler he was not very used to people preferring to be alone, even from his own father. this, oddly enough saved his life. To this day he isn't sure what killed his father, but he never looked back. He currently runs deliveries for the town of Esquire to the surrounding villages and outlaying farms, and residents.

Gear: Basic watchmakers tools, and a set of larger ones for bigger Clocks (say like the on in the starting town) he doesn't carry around all the time. Large Bag for Deliveries, Various Parts and a Parchment tube for designs he owns/finds. Collapsible Walking stick (very Sturdy) home made lock picks. Travel bag with Digging and excavations tools (left at home unless traveling): Collapsible tripods 2, rope 75', plain hooks 4, collapsible shovel 1, Spade 1, brush 1, dishes 1 set,


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Post  Cyberwulf on Mon May 10, 2010 11:21 pm

Els Enora character sheet

Name: Gareth Straub

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 17

Occupation: Monster hunter/Nomadic street performer.

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 150lbs

Appearance: A slim, yet well built youth in the cusp of manhood, wispy blonde facial hair adorns his chin, while his bald head is most often covered by a light head wrapping, to protect him from a rather nasty breed of tick that lives in the wilds he hunts in. He wears spectacles, which he will often replace with special made goggles while he hunts. His clothing is extremely utilitarian, wearing a form fitting cotton body suit with baggy pants and a many pocketed vest on the street, or soft leather armour with hard leather knee and shin pads while hunting. His hunting gear is accentuated by a belt of pouches, and ceramic arm plating he found on an ancient corpse in some old war hulk. He uses this armour to protect against the extremely sharp teeth and claws of the larger creatures he deals with. His eyes are an almost yellow colour, a side effect from eating the flesh of some of the beasts found in the field. Facially, he has a dual personality, being a welcoming, smiling figure on the streets, but grim and serious when hunting.

Background: Born into the business, Gareth has been killing monsters for as long as he's been able to hold a weapon. Being a hazardous job, monster hunters who live to be as old as 30 are rare, so he took up a side hobby of street performing, putting his athletic build to use in displays of acrobatics, as well as simple sleight of hand tricks ranging from card tricks to 'magic' done with various ingredients he finds on the field. When not entertaining in the towns and villages, he lives abroad with a small band of hunters. Three men, plus himself, long time friends, who have been hunting their whole lives and treat each other as brothers.

Equipment: Gareth, when on the field, carries with him two long knives, the length of his forearms, used for killing smaller creatures, and harassing the larger ones while his companions go in for the kill. He carries various survival tools, and some handmade smoke 'bombs' in his many pouches. These bombs are made from ingredients taken from the glands of various monsters. While in towns, to avoid trouble with troublemakers, he has a simple boot knife. All of his gear is either carried on his person, or kept in a large locked trunk that travels with his 'family' of hunters.
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Post  asdreabel on Sat May 22, 2010 6:25 pm

Name-Marty Kilbrewe

Gender-male

age-50

Occupation-Merchant

Height-5 even

Weight-170lbs

Appearance-A short and portly man with grey receding hair and a well trimed mustache he wears a three peice suitwith a golden pocket watch hooked to the vest button and dissapearing into his open coat inside pocket the suit is a black coat lighter vest and a white shirt the pants are also black he also wears a black top hat

In his youth marty was one hell of an adventurer but in his old age he chooses to help other adventurers by buy and selling goods and rare items in his amazing suitcase

Items-the amazing suit case a clock work fold out Merchant wagon with fold out chair on the side and martys old double barreled sawed off shotgun haging just above that. it folds out with shop items already inside its primary colours are red and gold and it has on the side a sign that says MARTYS AMAZING SUITCASE!!
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Post  Terrorwolf on Fri Oct 01, 2010 8:49 am

Name: Chieftain Ravager BloodHand

Gender: Male

Age: unknown

Race: Human

Nationality: unknown

Occupation: unknown

Height: 6'

Weight: 200lbs


Basic Appearance: Ravager's mask is a combination of a gas mask and a hockey mask (not like Jason Vorhees more like an Eldar Banshee mask) the eyes of the mask are black during the day but glow yellow at night. There are spikes running along the top. Attached to the mask are small bits of cloth marking him chief of the tribe. Smack dab in the middle of the entire thing is a blood-red hand print. As for his clothing, he wears mostly leathers that show off his frail but muscular frame. his shoulder and knee pads also have spikes upon them. His boots are heavy combat boots with some modifications (will be revealed in game). With the skin that is shown there are many tribal tatoos and scars from many past conflicts.

Weapons And Equipment: Gutter, Self-crafted blade, Spike rifle(uses a combination of clockwork and springs to function), pronged dagger.


Method of Travel: On foot using Parkour.

Background: Born in the wild and with a natural ferocity of an animalistic monster Ravager helped form the tribe of "Tribesmen" but did not start off as chief. He followed the chief at the time and carried out his orders until one day when one such order very nearly cost him his life (more so than normal) and the lives of the entire tribe. The chief blamed it all on Ravager and so ordered him to be killed. Bloodied and battered he fought off his executioners and challenged the chief one on one. Ravager was horribly wounded but came out on top in the end. So taking the chiefs ceremonial gutter he plunged it into the chief's chest and marked himself with the blood of his kill (thus the bloody print upon his face). From that day forward he has led his tribe to many victories and prosperous times. Now his only goal is to secure his tribe and seek out new challanges.
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