Realistic or Modern Caster's Island [CS]

[Micho]

Character Sheet Skeleton [4/10 Slots Taken]

Name
Appearance (An image will do, anime strongly preferred for weeb reasons.)
Gender
Age (At least 18.)
Alignment (What faction you're in you can be unaligned.)
Height & Weight
Personality ( 3-5 paragraphs, don't go over five. )
Backstory ( 3-5 paragraphs, same limit as personality )
Opinions of other characters ( A few sentences of your character's first impression of others. )
Likes
Dislikes

Accepted Characters


Charlotte Dubois

Captain William

Setsuko Mirthe*

Viktor Volkov

Cathal Mckay
* = This character does not take up a slot.

LINKS: IC | OCC | RI | CS | Interest Check​

 

[Micho]

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• Basic Information
• Personality
• Backstory
• Extra

• 
  
  Setsuko Mirthe
  Gender:
  Female
  
  Height:
  1.75 meters
  
  Weight:
  58.967 kg
  
  Age:
  19 years old
  
  Alignment:
  Restituere (Previously Farmer's Band)
  
  
  Likes:
  Nearly anything mechanical which include cars, motorcycles, bicycles, and so on.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  She holds a strong contempt for anyone from the Raiders of the East often referring to them as savages.
  
  
  
  Opinions of others:​
  
  Charlotte Dubois - Setsuko can sometimes appreciate her bubbly personality but is alarmed by the oddness of her behavior. Her excessive happiness in face of such a world is comical to Setsuko especially when her cultish beliefs are mentioned.
  
  Captain William - From what little she heard of the man Setsuko already holds some prejudice against him. Apparently, he is from Deepwater another land of robbers and murderers. But from his accent, she is curious about his true story.
  
  Viktor Volkov - Setsuko often ponders what is under that mask of his after seeing the man. He appears to have no allegiance to any of the six factions. She would approach him if he didn't reek of alcohol like she reeks of oil whenever she worked.
  
  Cathal Mckay - Setsuko is deeply wary of the man. If her suspicions are correct he is from the Raiders of the East which would instantly earn her contempt.​
  
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• 
  
  
  Personality
  

  May we all rise from the ashes. Setsuko paraphrasing the Motto of Restituere

  ​
  Setsuko's demeanor is defined by her fierce loyalty to Restituere. She values order, law, and stability which are all offered by her faction. Constantly making efforts to improve her position, she is usually found attending to her work rarely taking any breaks before her shift is over. She shows an ideal level of responsibility and diligence but not without flaw.
  
  Her personality can be abrasive especially when her loyalty and merit are questioned. Along with her abrasiveness, she is quite stubborn never giving up her convictions about the world; and hot-headed often expressing her anger through callous smears or sarcasm. Her close-minded attitude often works against her even getting her trouble with superiors.
  
  Despite her occasional anger, Setsuko has a jovial and energetic personality often cracking jokes whenever she gets the chance. Thanks to this she manages to retain her status and avoid any serious consequences from her arguing. She is also talented at her job as a mechanic outperforming her peers which have earned her several privileges such as access to coffee, energy drinks, and electronics. Her talent contributes to her stubbornness and sensitivity towards criticism as she is highly confident of her ability.
  
  Overall, Setsuko's succeeds in her merit but is held back by her temper and unwillingness to change her perspective. While she has achieved a high rank with Restituere it will be difficult for her go any further. Knowing this, she has accepted the invitation to Caster's Island in hopes that the strange new land will provide her with opportunities she desperately craves.
  
  "Chomi", didn't think I would follow my arbitrary rules?
  
  
• 
  
  
  Backstory
  ​
  Setsuko was born in 2057AD in the heart of the Farmer's Band. One of the few lucky enough to have parents, she enjoyed a fairly stable life. Although her family was impoverished scrapping what little food they could, she was provided with the means to survive. In her younger years, she spent most of her time helping her parents along with her older brother. The two often fought competing for the attention of their parents. Even in her childhood, she showed a fiery and pugnacious attitude from her fights, one time flinging a cow pie right into her brother's face. Despite their bickering, the siblings had a strong bond as they relied on each other through their days.
  
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  As she went through her childhood, she developed a strong work ethic from the rigorous demands of farm labor. She would be the first to wake up in the house to the detriment of her brother who (occasionally) received a cold bucket of water. Setsuko also took a new interest in mechanics when the family was able to recover a rusted, broken-down motorcycle from the fields. Assisting her father, she salvaged any spare parts from the house even taking apart her clock one of the few possessions she had.
  
  As they finally repaired the motorcycle, she learned a great deal and felt a sense of pride from helping her family. The motorcycle improved life, making transporting crops and water much easier. As a reward for helping, her father took Setsuko on a ride which she still remembers vividly. The thick, musky smell of oil, the rumbling of the engine, and the wind brushing against her fiery red hair all cemented her love of machines. Since that day, she could always be found trying to tinker with whatever she can find.
  
  As adulthood neared, Setsuko was already a skilled mechanic. Her trade brought in more resources to the family as she received food for her work. Every day, she would return to her house reeking of motor-oil and gasoline with a small basket of food in her hands. She occasionally helped at the farm as her parents began to age. Although her brother did most of the field work as he was more experienced than her. Life was great considering her circumstances, she was able to do what she enjoyed along with helping the family which further ingrained her sense of responsibility.
  
  At the age of 16 life worsened although her parents tried to hide it she already saw signs of instability. The militia, a common sight of her childhood, was thinning only seen grimly marching to whatever they were facing. Theft became more common as the family motorcycle was nearly stolen if not for her brother warding the thieves off with his pitchfork. The situation escalated as she saw crops were being stolen, if not for her trade they would've starved. Then it finally happened, she was awoken by sounds of gunshots as an army of thousand Raiders marched. In what felt like a few seconds everything collapse, the house, the farm, and family were gone. She remembers racing to the motorcycle as several raiders shoot at her. Miraculously she managed to escape unharmed, riding down the road in a trance unable to understand what had happened. Her next memory was waking up to the smell of grass as a soldier bearing a red Phoenix grabbed her hand.
  
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  Character's Theme
  Obviously not the entire thing, start at 16:31 and stop at 20:34. I think this piece highlights her energetic and sarcastic personality while having touches of more serious events in her life.
  
  
  Credits
  Another amazing artist.
  

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[EMP]

Name: Viktor Volkov
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral


Age: 24
Height: 1.84 M
Wight: 59 kg


Backstory:

The year was 2072, years after the plague had spread. The Russian air was cold and bitter but Viktor Volkov had long gotten used to it. As a young 20 year old man, the many bandits in the area would have loved to make him a slave, labouring away for their own profit. The snowy wastelands of Mother Russia were filled with danger, almost anything could kill you. The weather, the wildlife, and most dangerous of all... the people. That is why being able to defend yourself is important, and not just here but everywhere. For months, Viktor had remained hidden in his 'bunker', a makeshift base constructed in a cave together with his two companions, Kodiak and Artyom. Waiting for the right opportunity. The land was getting scarce, barren, empty. They could not stay here forever, word had it that the eastern part of America was the way to go, and what'ya know, a large group of local bandits were preparing a grand raiding expedition there.

The plan was simple, sneak into one of their ships and wait out the trip to America. However, geography would prove to be a great adversary, the trip involved walking from Moscow to St Petersburg, from there, the trio would board the ships and keep quiet till they arrived. Months of meticulous planning from both sides would be required to pull off such a feat, and months it took.

Fall of 2073, Viktor, Artyom and Kodiak have been positioned outside St Petersburg for a few weeks, the bandits seem all about ready to go. The flagship could be seen together with 3 small cargo ships and 2 other fighter ships. Being filled with crates of equipment and only a handful of guards, the three decided that hitching a ride on a cargo ship would be their best bet at remaining hidden. In the dark of night, the three sneaked into one of the cargo ships. The interiors were dark and rusty, and even so, it was impressive that bandits could piece together the resources to build such a 'fleet'. The trip would likely take maybe 1 to 2 weeks, food and water would likely be a problem.

Day 8, Artyom had overheard that water was about to run out, little did they know that 3 unsuspecting little rats were drinking away happily, albeit a portion being their own water.

Day 12, The bandits conduct a check on their cargo, the three are almost discovered until Viktor knocks out one of the inspectors. The others thought he passed out. Water has also officially run out.

Day 14, Due to dehydration, a small amount of the crew have either went into a coma-like state or died, a splash being heard every so often. Kodiak is pale and looks nauseous, but he says he'll be fine. Hours later, the three overhear bandit cheering, they must have spotted land. However, the cheering is interrupted by the sounds of combat, that familiar metal on metal noise. The screams of men filled the surrounding area, whatever bloodshed was going on up there would not bode well for the three. "Blyat!, we need to get out of here." Artyom said anxiously. Both Kodiak and Viktor nodded in dread agreement. As they ran to the deck of the ship, banners of Golden anchors were seen flying everywhere. Next second a loud boom was heard, followed by the small cargo ship going overboard, leaving the ocean to decide their fates.

A few hours after the battle, Viktor was found washed up on the shore, yet, it was only him. He searched everywhere for Kodiak and Artyom but to no avail. They were like kin to Viktor, they shared a bond stronger than blood. To this day, the fates of his brethren are still unknown but to Viktor, they died in that battle.

Personality:

Viktor is a stoic man with a will of iron, hardened by the cold winds of the Russian wastes. After the death of his two brothers, a mild depression set in, slowly growing each passing day. A quiet and reserved man, Viktor speaks only when spoken too or when he has something on his mind that he just needs to let out. To his friends, Viktor is a kind and caring man. To his enemies, Viktor is merciless, brutal, and spiteful, not ever giving a second thought if forced to kill.

Perhaps out of his Russian heritage, Viktor has a great love of Vodka. Helps him imagine what Russian life was like before the fall he says, but in his heart he knows that whatever he thinks of will never be a hundred percent accurate. As the Russian saying goes... "Ба́бушка гада́ла, на́двое сказа́ла" (no one can know for certain). He hopes that one day, Mother Russia will pick itself up and once again establish itself as a global super power, until then, he will survive, maybe kill a few men along the way.

In his past time, Viktor enjoys making weird concoctions using local herbs and studying the reactions which he records down in a notebook. Most recently, he made probably the worst smelling liquid known to mankind with the viscosity of honey, never again shall he dabble with such foul ingredients.

Despite all this, one of Viktor's favourite past times is taking a walk around the forest during the night, taking in the eerie atmosphere and watching the stars. Reminiscing about the days when Artyom and Kodiak still walked the earth. The forest reminds him that even in this fractured world of violence, there is still beauty.


Opinions of other characters:

Captain William 'Pretender' Law:

"That man belongs to the people that killed my brothers, I want to kill him but it would not be right to kill a man for his brother's deeds."

Charlotte Dubois:

"This one is blinded by faith, a dangerous thing to be blinded by. I'm surprised she survived for this long."

Likes:
-Vodka, as cliche as it gets
-Solitude
-Forests
-Winter
-Night
-Chemistry

Dislikes:
-Summer
-Crowded places
-Deepwater

Spoiler: Equipment

Plauge Doctor Mask:

Made from scrap leather and a gas mask, it functions like it's latter component. However, the reason Viktor wears it is to remind him of the plague, how it all started and to hide a horrible scar he received when he was a teenager.

Inside the beak lies the filter of the gas mask and a variety of herbs that give the inside a nice scent.
























Revolver:

Given to Viktor by his late father, this wonderful pistol shoots scrap metal bullets that can do considerable damage to a human being if used correctly.

CHOMI IS MY FAVOURITE KIND OF PANCAKE​

 

[HiNoChi]

Charlotte Dubois​

General Info

Name: Charlotte Dubois

Appearance:

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Alignment: Cult of the Left-Cross

Height & Weight: 5’4” and 120 lbs

More In-depth

Personality:
Charlotte is a bubbly woman, almost freakishly happy in these dark times of the world. Her happy-go-lucky nature and friendliness feel unnatural and her smile almost seems forced. Despite this unsettling feelings she brings in people, she does try to be pleasant. She invites people to pray, enjoy the weather, take a stroll, or other activities. She’s an optimist, believing God will save them in the end and has a plan for each of them. But Charlotte doesn’t seem to be conscious and looks to be thinking deeply. Her actions often appearing automatic and unnatural, and she repeats the same exact thing she just said sometimes. Despite this, she has quick reflexes and can quickly react to things.
Of course, she is very religious and almost includes something about god in every other sentence. She prays when times are rough and praises the lord when times are at peace. She wishes god’s blessing on everyone she meets, and spreads god’s teaching whether you asked for it or not. Her religion is her very life, and swore herself to serve God. Charlotte will often scold or insist on certain things (eating fish on Friday, saying grace before eating, praying every morning and every evening, etc.) this is why she doesn't mind manual labor, or even becoming a servant in the name of her religion. Due to this, she can become malicious, delusional, or both if in extreme stress. Charlotte is extremely gullible and can be easily emotionally manipulated; she’s indecisive and unsure of her own future without religion. Due to this, she can be easily controlled by the cult.
Despite this, Charlotte does have a small bit of free will. If she doesn't like a person, it's obvious to tell from her passive aggressive actions and backhanded responses. It seems a part of her from her past is still alive when met with heavy opposition with her religion, often acting on her own. She’s a very loyal and faithful person, often doing things other people tell her to do. She loves talking to people, comforting them or just listening to their problems. Charlotte is very motherly, and often wants the best for people. She is very caring towards children, despite their beliefs or not. She has the patience of a saint (pun unintended), and doesn't force someone to tell her their personal demons.
Charlotte is very emotional, for her own sake or other’s. She can be easily flustered and embarrassed, and prone to denial. She tries to reserve emotions but may cry or burst into anger in private. Charlotte has been known to over dramatize little things, and take things very personally in the heat of the moment. This has caused her to do irrational acts, and say malicious words meant to hurt the other. Despite her faith, she can't easily forgive people and holds grudges against them. She can easily grow envious, despite her interests being innocent.

Backstory:
Born in 2051 AD in southern Florida, Charlotte was born to a traveling group of unaffiliated survivors and was lucky to survive past infancy. Her childhood was filled with starvation, fear, cold, and the feeling of inferiority. She was ousted as the runt, and given the least food. The little girl felt intense malice for her traveling partners because of this.
It wasn't fair that she should suffer because two drunkards decided that she was either a meat shield or face to trick other people into giving them rations and her mother only stood up for herself. The two idiots were the scum of humankind to her; gambling their rations, getting booze instead of water or food, often getting lost, doing dangerous and deprecating things for the group. Her mother didn't even care, she just mooched off of anything they brought back and always sided against her. Charlotte slowly began to hate her most of all and convinced herself she was found as a baby, and that she wasn't really related to her mother. Her only solace was a small ragged plush toy she found in the debris. The toy was Charlotte’s world, an escape from the darkness and something to confide in.
But as the girl grew, she began to be harassed by the two men in the small traveling pack. They’d leer at her, watch her as she undressed and bathed, try to pull off her clothes and other horrible attempts. Her mother didn't step in, too busy with her own affairs to notice. But she did unintentionally aid her by teaching her how to scavenge in the wasteland and what to do if she was caught. It wasn't for her daughter's safety but an investment in getting more supplies to keep herself alive. So Charlotte did fight back, often throwing rocks, punching or kicking them if they got too close. At a cost, she was dehydrated and starved but she was fine with that. She stayed because they threatened she would get infected, kidnapped or killed without them.
It was when they burned her precious toy that it got to her. Charlotte was unable to make anymore excuses to stay and immediately grabbed anything she needed and left. She stayed by the southern coast to fish or collect things and struggled to live. It took everything of her to just get through the days, and eventually her passion for living slowly dimmed. Charlotte lost her way, if she ever had one and couldn't find the strength to fight. That was until the day a missionary approached her and offered another chance of life.
Without any other choice, Charlotte accepted and was introduced into the cult. At first, she found it unsettling in the least and often on the fence about continuing her life in the faction if it wasn't for the shelter, food and water. Charlotte pretended to be enlightened but many could see through her lie. She wasn't convinced in the idea of prayer and doubted to existence of god. A head priest approached her and gained her trust, acting as a father figure she never had while also dragging her deeper into the cult. She was easily fooled, and began to listen to the sermons and treat the religion more seriously. It was when the priest began to slowly brainwash her that she began to become a true follower. He showed the safety and prosperity that the cult was, and threatened to take it away and allow her to die if she couldn't believe in their religion. He isolated her, provided no escape and would withhold paradise from her if she disobeyed. Charlotte wasn't aware of this, and thought her decisions were her own. Again, the threat of infection came up again, but instead the priest had her fear for her life and understand the suffering people go through while having the plague. It was simple: god will save the people if you prayed. Charlotte prayed feverently and became a faithful follower. She did everything she could to help the cause for God, and even volunteered to become a soldier. She was given brief training in self defense and weaponry before it was determined that she wouldn't be accepted into the calvary. Not because she wasn't a good soldier, but because, “that wasn't the path god chose of her,” the head priest said. Charlotte would visit the training camp to keep herself sharp in order to protect the other members as well as herself.
Unsure of what to do, she confided to the priest as she always does. He advised her to help in the orphanage and take care of the children; and that's what she did. Charlotte was an assistant to the matron and helped in whatever job you could think of in the orphanage. She slowly thought of the orphans as her own children and taught them the wonderful ways of prayer. She was strict when a child refused to follow, often punishing them by sending her to bed without dinner, locking them in their rooms, etc. Even though some days, the head priest asks her for a child and she never sees them again, she doesn't think anything suspicious of him. She slowly became knowledgeable in herbal medication to help the ill children and learned to be an impressive cook. Charlotte was approached by the head priest to head to an evaluation, so she could act as a missionary.

Personal Preferences

Opinions of other characters:

Captain William

Charlotte isn't too fond of him, intimidated by his agressive nature and would like to keep interactions brief. She prays for forgiveness for her cowardice, but she won't avoid him either.​

Setsuko Mirthe

Charlotte sees her as a passionate young woman, and wishes to spend time with her. She finds her loyalty admirable and appreciates her jokes (even if it's at her expense).​

Viktor Volkov

Charlotte respects him, but thinks he's mysterious and hard to approach. She doesn't mind his company, but she also keeps a good distance away due to him stinking of booze.​

Cathal McKay

Charlotte finds him an enjoyable person to be around, but is cautious not to rub him the wrong way. She isn't very enthusiastic with the flirting.​

Likes:

• Enjoys sweets and prefers vegetables and fruit over meat but will eat anything
• Rainy days are her preferred weather because of the calming noise it brings
• Reading religious literature
• Praying whenever she can
• Walking in her free time after praying
• Talking to people, and introducing them into her religion
• Knitting at night
• Children
• Spiders, as they get rid of annoying insects

Dislikes

• Skipping over grace or prayer, she almost can't stand it. She’ll pray without you.
• Being told that she is being brainwashed, controlled, or that her affliction
• Any type of alcohol, can't stand the taste or smell
• Doing anything that can be considered a sin
• Having her schedule interrupted
• Cats due to allergies
• Large bodies of water, it reminds her of a bad moment from her child hood

Theme Song:

Spoiler

Chomi

 

[KindlyPlagueDoctor]

• General Info
• Personality
• Backstory
• Opinions of other characters
• Likes and Dislikes

• 
  Name: Captain William 'Pretender' Law
  Appearance:
  
  Gender: Male
  Age: 45
  Alignment: Deepwater (just about)
  Height & Weight: 6ft 4 in----85 kg
  
• 
  Many hateful words can be said about William Law, but the fact he's cruel and sly is just the tip of the iceberg. On top of that he's also disturbing, aggressive and power-hungry, but they're not as prominent and counteracted by habits of being demanding and spiteful as well.There's not much meaningful that can be created because of this and his destructive nature, but there's not much one can really do about it.William is not a morally sound man, often taking the violent way around things and never giving much to the well being of other, save for his crew that is, although one could argue that is because he fears a mutiny. However there is one person on board that he is rather protective of, his cabin boy Timothy Brent, rumor has it that he's the Captains son, born from a woman of the night or maybe William isn't that heartless as to inflict suffering on children, who knows?
  
  However that being said, William is an opportunist, always taking an opportunity and making the best out of the chances he has, that had led to him becoming a sort of dare devil, taking incredibly high risk and high reward chances however he normally comes out on top, normally. Interestingly one should not take him for an idiot, he may be aggressive and rude he is intelligent and a capable commander, often preferring to board other ships and engage in melee combat and using his skills as a swordsman, a talent that only a few truly posses, to hack his foes to pieces.
  
  He has a very negative outlook on certain things, such as love, viewing it as a trap that lures men in and drains them of all they have. A legend passed around by his crew is that he did have many loves but none could pull him away form what he truly loved, the sea. As for trust, he trusts very few people, save for his first mate and bosun, the bosun mainly because they share a similar quality, the like to tinker with things, weapons or bits of machinery often creating things that are unique to them, a shining example of this is the Captains pistols, while they look like flintlocks they are actually fully modern guns that simply take the appearance of exaggerated pistols, the same can be said about his rifle.
  
• 
  William was actually raised in England as evidenced by his accent however it does have a tiny bit of Scottish mixed in with his English accent. He was born either in or around London which was a mess after the fall, however after the dust settled the Londoners did what they did best, got on with it, people tried to rebuild as best they could which left London a decent place to live. William never grew up with many friends so spent most of days alone with either books or old toys from before the collapse, many of these were pirate themed, the idea of living on the seas was amazing to young William, to be completely free from life's bonds and shackles he even found and old tricorn hat from a fancy dress shop, which he wore most of the day.
  
  However it seemed that fate would not be kind to William for long as his area of living was raided by a huge gang of people, they killed many of the people he knew, now for a sixteen year old, who at this point was not a good fighter, this was terrifying. By this point both his parents had already been killed so with his tricorn, a scrap cutlass he forged and a few bottles of water and rations, he fled towards the River Thames, there were old rafts and boats that people used there, surely those could offer him salvation and that they did but he had been changed, he had given to people all his life and what did that get him? all his loved ones slaughtered. Suffice to say this scared him mentally and he clung to the only thing he truly knew and loved, pirates, you see people would use the Thames to move supplies to and from settlements and that became his hunting grounds. This is when details of his past become hazy it is known that he manged to gather a crew of people when he was older and that this sort of river piracy became a much larger threat, so he became a privateer of sorts, a very nihilistic and negative one but still a privateer none the less.
  
  It is still largely unknown how he became part of Deepwater but it is known that he rose through the ranks quickly, most likely because when one caught the ire of Captain William that person would most likely not be in enough pieces to try and attack anyone again. But it is known that he is walking on thin ice when it comes to his position, he frequently breaks the laws and rules of Deepwater, although one still has to wonder of he would really care if he was kicked out or even branded as a pirate. or maybe that's what he wants, maybe he's just flying Deepwaters colors to protect himself.
  
  
• 
  He admires people who align with the Raiders of the east, because they live freely but he somewhat dislikes them because in his mind they should be more organised.
  
• 
  Likes:
  -Fighting
  -drinking unhealthy amounts of alcohol
  -Sailing
  -'liberating' goods from people
  -giving orders
  -singing
  Dislikes:
  Chromi
  -Debating
  -Religious people
  -meetings
  -anything academic
  -being given orders
  .
  

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

• Basics
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• Extras

• Name: Cathal Mckay
  Gender: Male
  Age: 33
  Alignment: Raiders of the East
  Height & Weight: 5' 11" / 150lbs
  
  Likes: Cats, sunlight, cigarettes, whiskey, graffiti, guitars, poetry, motorcycles
  Dislikes: people who are jerks, being treated like he's stupid, cauliflower
  
  Opinions of other characters:
  
  Setsuko Mirthe: Thinks that since they're both redheads who like motorcycles they ought to be best friends. Doesn't realize that she really, really hates Raiders and that this will be a problem.
  
  Charlotte Dubois: A little concerned about some things he's heard about the Cult, but she seems sweet enough and he's more than willing to be friends.
  
  Captain William: Also a little concerned about things he's heard, but hey, they can probably be drinking buddies?
  
  Viktor Volkov: Mark Cathal down as scared and horny.
  
  Julian King: Shaped like a friend.
  
  
• Star Sign: Aries
  
  Cathal's very cheerful and outgoing and optimistic. He's not afraid of much, and impulsive, which leads to him doing a lot of stupid things. He's dauntless and flexible, and incredibly good at adapting to situations. Due to his upbeat demeanor and his penchant to make bad decisions, people tend to think he's not very bright. Anyone who knows him well knows that he's actually very clever, and picks up new information and skills quickly. The big problem is that he's usually clever enough to get himself into trouble, but not clever enough to get himself out of it. Or, worse, not clever enough to realize he's in trouble until his only options of getting out are fighting or running away screaming. He moves fast, in both plans and actions and doesn't think them all the way through; he writes checks with his mouth he can't cash and is just good enough in a pinch to make the other guy wish he hadn't took him for a sucker. Though, if he says "you should have seen the other guy," chances are the other guy won.
  
  Focusing is not a strong suit of his--he either flits between tasks like a hummingbird, or overfocuses. This is especially bad with things he doesn't want to do, as he'll typically get distracted and you'll find him three hours later making a thousand origami cranes. He tends to keep his eyes on what's exactly in front of him when the explosions are happening, which leaves him blind sided when a lot is going on. When things are still he'll get sidetracked from fixing his own car and do a lot of asking Jesus what he did to deserve this when he goes to start it and its not ready. This boy needs an Aderall.
  
  If you give Cathal decent courtesy he will be nothing but fair deals, sunshine, flirtatious winks and bad advice. He's a fan of fat babies and sharing his cigarettes. But that sunshine can turn to spite fast as soon as some one looks down their nose; it's not like he doesn't know other people don't think he's clever all the time; he's not oblivious to his own bad decisions but that doesn't give them any right to have at him like he's nothing. His temper when it comes to his personal honor has a long fuse and a big bang--especially if you're allies or family or it's not real fighting words. But if some one ever goes after his people all cards are off. He can put all that energy and bounce right into pounding heads. He's especially protective of people that he considers his--his feelings of responsibility are familial and clannish, and you don't always have to like your family, but you do have to look out for them. He's an all or nothing ally who wants be tricked twice.
  
  Cathal is a high energy person, but tends to treat all situation no matter how impossible or crazy or poorly planned as if every thing is perfectly normal, as if today is great and going just as planned-- this is of course until things go real to shit and he switches to screaming and swearing which is always a sudden and intense switch in modes of operation. And if you are with him when this happens you have probably been in panic mode for maybe twenty minutes before this; see not quite clever enough to figure out he's in too much trouble and also see; not enough fear in the boy. His mostly decent personality seems at odds with his profession as a raider, but Cathal's never particularly considered this and would be baffled if it were ever brought up. He's just trying to survive and provide for his family, as best as he knows how. It's never personal against whoever they're attacking. Conversely, he never really expects that any harm done to him is personal either, and won't hold things against people. Fighting is what people do. Taking is what people do. He's a bit house cat at heart, but house cats are obligate carnivores and folks still like them--though it's dogs not cats that get in to heaven.
  
  Cathal was also raised in a family that practiced folk Catholicism, which he's very serious about, though it often seems silly to others. Just let him leave milk out for the fair folk and he won't try and fight you about it. His life is unsteady, danger comes in flits and bursts and the only real reason he's not as dead as anyone else as clever as him probably has something to do with Jesus, the fairy king or both and he's not about to risk it.
  
  
  
  
• The first of seven born to a single mother, Cathal's early childhood was spent in a small settlement loosely affiliated with the Raiders more out of a need for protection than anything else. As the oldest, Cathal spent about half his time looking after his younger siblings, and the other half scavenging with his mother. Though not an easy childhood, it was not a bad one, and he has plenty of fond childhood memories.
  
  As he got older, and his siblings were able to take care of themselves and each other more easily, Cathal spent more and more time scavenging, both by himself, with his friends, or with the older of his siblings. When he was about sixteen, and actual raiding party came to his village, with food taken from land belonging to the Farmer's Band, and Cathal was sufficiently impressed to want to join them. His mother forbade it, leading to the first and only real argument they'd ever had, and Cathal ended up sneaking off to join them despite her decision. He returned about a year later with gifts and apologies, accepted her chewing out, and has been an official member of a raiding party ever since.
  
  Since then, Cathal's traveled around a lot. His smaller size, squirrleyness, and fearless nature make him an ideal advance scout, and his relentless optimism and fast tongue usually mean that if he gets caught, he can talk himself out of getting into real trouble. His group's style of raiding is really more disorganized looting, and you can probably chase them off with shotguns. They're really more bullies than sadists. Cathal's also tried asking for things and negotiating for them, albeit badly. It never really works out. What are you gonna do?
  
  
• Red leather jacket, covered in patches
  Brown combat boots
  Bandana/face mask
  Six-shot revolver
  Sawed off shotgun
  Hunting knife
  Baseball bat with nails on the end
  Old red motorcycle, covered in stickers
  Old acoustic guitar, drawn on in marker
  Cigarettes
  Box of matches
  A small collection of lighters
  
  
• Theme song:
  
  
  Spoiler

  Chomi!

 

[Illusive]

Micho it's done

Name: Genevieve Welsh
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Alignment: Restituere
Height & Weight: 168cm / 61kgs
Personality: Quiet, polite and respectful of others, Genevieve doesn't seem to stand out. She is a shoulder to cry on, and friendly listening ear and a chilled out individual who excels at small talk but feels awkward talking too personally about herself. She will listen and give advise for the personal matters of others if they ask for it or need it, however Vivi keeps her own feelings tightly locked. Like her father, she doesn't show fear or pain or sadness, but unlike her father she does not have an intimidating and confident stance and personality.

She has an opinion on everything, but she rarely points them out unless directly asked to. She doesn't like to cause arguments or drama with others and tries not to step on toes, rather she wants to help in any way that she can. Feeling useful is the only way for her to feel valued. Nerve having lost anyone before, and having both her parents still, a lot of people assume she is a weak person, but Vi is very brave and incredibly dedicated to making the world a better place. She wont back down from a fight, but she will rarely start one. She will throw herself in front of the bus to save even a strangers lives, however she has a hard time making meaningful friendships because she doesn't know how to express her own emotion and cannot deal with having help and support from others, it makes her feel useless.
Backstory: Born in 2050 to two unaligned drifters who had seen much misfortune with the outbreak in their family. They were with the raiders of the east before Genevieve was born, but when her mother discovered she was pregnant they decided to run away, like they had been planning to for some time. They were headed cross country hoping to find shelter with another faction. They were both very strong fighters, had some weapon training, and knew quite a lot about living off the land, they passed this on to their child as they traveled around. The two made it to the farmers, but couldn't stay there for long as their faction of raiders frequently attacked that area and they'd be putting them at risk by being there. For many years they laid low, living and camping and always moving, teaching their daughter how to survive, grooming her to become self-reliant. By the time she was 12 years old, the couple made it to their planned final destination, thinking that Genevieve would now be useful to the faction.

Luckily for them, Restituere didn't shoot on sight as they waved their white flag, and eventually assimilated them into their ranks.. Genevieve had a lot to live up to as her parents were both very impressive. But her skills with hunting, tracking and trapping were very handy indeed for long missions, she also had a knack for logic and strategy, if only her confidence fit her skill-set, however the lack thereof is why she never really advanced through the ranks, staying as a simple recuite, whiles her parents eventually became important people.
Opinions of other characters:

Charlotte Duboise
Vi thinks Charlotte is foolish for her beliefs, however she will not say this to her in so many words. If asked, Vi would just advise her not to blindly follow everyone who claims to be following god as it may be used against her. She thinks the girl is sweet and does not wish to see her hurt

Captain William
Very wary of this man, keeps her guard up whenever he is nearby, does not trust him at all.

Setsuko Mirthe
Vi respects Setsuko, enjoys her sense of humor, she might even have a small crush on the girl, but she is wary of her anger and often tries to calm her down making sure her decisions are rational. She is loyal to this young lady and will probably risk everything for her, especially since they share the same allegiance, and distaste for raiders.

Victor Volkov
She quite likes the man, she finds him very similar to her in their nature. She hopes to get to know him very well however she struggles with him getting to know her. Both of them being reserved means they can go a full hour in the same room sometimes without saying a work to one another but the silences are becoming more comfortable for Vi.

Cathal Mckay
Though his advances had to be shut down a few too many times, Vi feels this man means well and that he would make a fine friend. She enjoys time spent with him.

Spoiler

chomi

Likes: Brewing Tea, Hunting, spear fishing, The stars, Fruit
Dislikes: Fighting, confrontation, hot-headedness, Prying, being stared at, having long hair

 

[Comrade in the Shade]

Name: Lesa Chiuta

Appearance:

Gender/sexual identity: Cis-queer woman

Age: 33

Alignment: Unaligned

Height & Weight: 5 ft. 6 in. 120 lbs.

Personality: Lesa is kind and generous. Her life experiences have been harsh, but she has risen above the evils of the world. She spends every day trying to live out her precious memories of her parents who were equally as good people. Lesa knows she has been given much in life despite being orphaned at a young age. She is a uniquely learned, intelligent and ferociously curious woman. She has a heightened sense of right and wrong; justice and injustice.

Lesa is also outgoing and feels strong connections to others - even strangers. Especially Post-Collapse, humanity, in her view, is deeply connected. The future of the species depends on cooperation and the sharing of ideas and resources. To this end, Lesa can be a little too quick to trust and extend patience toward others when they do not deserve it. Despite her gregarious personality, Lesa is an introvert when it comes to the end of the day. Tranquil time alone time, often solitude in a precious book or pristine natural habitat, is restorative to her.

Lesa is conflict-averse and hates wanton violence, but won’t let anyone speak for her or silence her concerns. Her experiences as a child make her anxious about uncertainty and disdainful toward weapons.

Backstory: Lesa is a second generation American - if that even means anything in the Post-Collapse world. In 2023, her parents managed to migrate to the Kansas City area with a still functioning NGO. They were young and came from a small, rural town in Zambia. By that time the Zambian economy had collapsed and Lesa’s parents had familial connections in the American Midwest so the decision to migrate seemed less dangerous than their other options. Lesa’s father was a skilled agriculturalist who found lots of cheap land for cultivation once they arrived. Either the previous owners had died so the local government had been giving it to farmers for food production, or families had fled and wanted to sell off the land to make new lives in other places. Lesa’s mother was a talented physician who had served in a local clinic in Zambia and addressed every medical issue under the sun for her community back home. Her generosity and friendliness won her many admirers in Post-Collapse Kansas City.

In 2043, Lesa was born. Two decades had passed since her parents had migrated to what remained of the United States. Due to her parents’ skills and positions they had carved out in the local community, Lesa lived a relatively comfortable life. She grew up with everyone in her small, close-knit community knowing who she was, but one fateful day, when Lesa was 9 years-old, a group of loud men came to their house. They were all white, but that didn’t really matter to Lesa. Most of their neighbors were. What did bother her was their weapons: machetes, hunting knives, and one even had a gun. Her parents were pacifists so they did not own any weapons. Lesa recognized some of them. She had sat in a church pew with Mr. Wilson last Sunday and had played with Mr. Jacobson’s daughter, Chomi, on Monday after homeschool. Those two men refused to look at her or her father. They kept their heads down instead. The leader of the group said they were the newly formed “Farmer’s Band” and Lesa’s father had stolen the land he was growing crops on. They had come to take it back. Lesa watched her father refuse and explain his family needed the land to survive. He even invited the group to join the local co-op he had organized among local farmers. The leader laughed for a second and in another stabbed her father! Lesa’s mother screamed for Lesa to run and run she did. She was the best runner in the village. She ran for hours not knowing why. Eventually, she didn’t know where she was. And so Lesa was orphaned.

She was lucky enough to be picked up by a traveling nun a few days later. The old nun had coaxed a grimy, hungry Lesa out from under a broken car with an old bag of M&Ms. Lesa had never had chocolate before, but more importantly, the nun began to talk about herself and who she knew and where she was going. By chance, she mentioned Lesa’s priest and that was enough for the little girl to explode into tears finally trusting the woman enough to reveal her pain. Lesa went to a place called “St. Mary’s,” a religious university in a nearby town that had been devastated by the pandemic decades ago. Yet the sisters of the nunnery connected to the school had survived and managed to create a strong, albeit small community of survivors on the old campus. There Lesa grew up with a diverse group of people from across the Midwest who had heard of the nuns’ hospitality and sought shelter with them. Several elderly professors from the university also survived and were committed to preserving human knowledge. In this small enclave, Lesa found a spiritually and academically nourishing community.

This too was lucky because Lesa proved to have an insatiable appetite for knowledge. Two of the surviving professors were married. One was a horticulturist who specialized in sustainable, small-scale subsistence agriculture. The other was an anthropologist who had studied other cultures before the collapse and how they managed land for farming and environmental purposes. The two took in Lesa after a year when she began to show signs of intellectual curiosity. Some of the lessons they shared with her came naturally to Lesa, the daughter of a skilled farmer and brilliant doctor. Others not so much, but the two were as supportive of Lesa as they were their survivor enclave.

After burying her adopted parents, Lesa is now a grown woman determined to make a difference in the world. To that end, she moved out east. Leaving behind the Midwest and the life she used to know. It is when she arrived in the remnants of Baltimore that a stranger approached her and sent her along for an “evaluation” by a group calling themselves “Restituere.”

Opinions of other characters: Lesa has yet to meet other characters.

Likes: People, knowledge, reading, books, sharing, collaboration, debate, sustainable agriculture, soil, botony, and, experimentation

Dislikes: Death, danger, uncertainty, violence, shouting, anxiety, unnatural habitats, unknowing, the destruction of knowledge, and willful ignorance