enterelysium
Procession of ghosts
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SilverSentinal
shining silver sweet sad souls
Name: Lily Grace
Age: 20
Skills: Medical Knowledge and bit of skill in hunting
Personality: She is typically friendly , sweet and usually wants to see the good in everything despite the conditions she lives in but don't be to hasty to judge , just because she wants to see the good in everything doesn't mean she does see the good in everything . She may seem it but she isn't that naive
Equipment: A skinning knife , sack of water , a few arrows and her trusty bow , survivalist med kit (this worlds version of it)
Bio: She lived and survived on her own since the age of 16 , she survived on what her parents taught her may they rest in peace. She learned hunting from her father and medicine from her mother . She is a natural hunter and marksman , this is proven by her knowing where to have her arrows land making it quite easy for her to get by on little arrows . Things changed after she ended up with a caravan . She earned their trust by using what medical knowledge she has to heal those most wounded with the caravan and by helping them fend off bandits and mutants
Age: 20
Skills: Medical Knowledge and bit of skill in hunting
Personality: She is typically friendly , sweet and usually wants to see the good in everything despite the conditions she lives in but don't be to hasty to judge , just because she wants to see the good in everything doesn't mean she does see the good in everything . She may seem it but she isn't that naive
Equipment: A skinning knife , sack of water , a few arrows and her trusty bow , survivalist med kit (this worlds version of it)
Bio: She lived and survived on her own since the age of 16 , she survived on what her parents taught her may they rest in peace. She learned hunting from her father and medicine from her mother . She is a natural hunter and marksman , this is proven by her knowing where to have her arrows land making it quite easy for her to get by on little arrows . Things changed after she ended up with a caravan . She earned their trust by using what medical knowledge she has to heal those most wounded with the caravan and by helping them fend off bandits and mutants
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Kabochamp
Quackers
- Name: Sike Reika
Age: 25
Skills: Hunting and navigation.
Personality: Shy isn’t quite the right word to describe Sike but it’s the closest that fits. Having not spent more time with people than necessary for almost ten years, his communication skills have lost their edge but his hearts in the right place and he’ll pitch into a conversation if someone asks him a question. He has survived as a solo hunter for so long because of his love for the lifestyle and if anyone asks him about it they will see him go from his usual quiet but attentive self to a lively chatterbox as he excitedly describes his passion.
Equipment: the essentials for surviving in the wild for a long time, a compass, improvised writing materials, a bow, quiver and two small bone hunting knives.
Bio: Being born to a nomadic, hunter-gatherer tribe he spent his childhood moving from place to place while using the stars and the knowledge of the landscape to navigate and follow the available food in the area. After learning the basics of hunting from his father, he decided that was his calling and would practice whenever he got the chance, much to the annoyance of his tribe. One day when he was out on a hunt, he stalked his prey much longer than he would have usually, his focus on the activity pushing his parents warning of the tribes schedule to move on completely from his mind. People had been left behind in the past, a necessary evil to keep the group alive, but he had never expected to be left himself and was genuinely surprised to find the campsite empty when he returned.
His parents had left behind a bundle of equipment for him to ensure that he wasn’t stranded with no ways to fend for himself and he took it, using the skills he had developed for hunting to catch up to his tribe. Surprisingly, he actually enjoyed the journey, even when he was set upon by bandits or tracked by the mutations he enjoyed the suspense and adventure of it. By the time he managed to re-join his people, he was already addicted to his life on the road and it wasn’t long before he left the group for good to forge a path for himself and he spent almost ten years living out on his own from then, solving problems as he went and trusting his skills to keep him alive.
His life changed, however, when he met a young girl who was lost and on her own, she told him she had been separated from the caravan of people heading to one of the large cities: to sanctuary. Not able to leave her on her own, he agreed to escort her back to the caravan and upon arriving decided that he would see them all to their destination, out of a sense of duty and encouraged on by his curiousity.
Ch3rryBlossom28
Ice Queen
Name: Liana Kane
Age: 24
Skills: Hunter; specializes in hunting mutated animals that cause travelers or small towns problems.
Personality: Liana may look reserved but she is far from it, especially when she is with those she is familiar with. When she is dealing with the hunt it's like a switch goes turns off and she turns serious.
Appearance:
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Equipment:Bow/arrows, small hidden dagger, rope, and hunting sword. Sack of water and small amount of rations.
Bio: Liana comes from a long line of hunters. Her family are nomadic people who travel with others as their protectors. They would protect the caravan from any creatures that would try to harm it, for a fee of course. Since a young age Liana had been trained to use multiple different weapons, from a bow to a dagger. Do to the fact that her family never stayed in one place for long, or one even one caravan for that matter, Liana didn't have many friends growing up. It wasn't until she was 16 and left her parents that she actually started making friends (usually other hunters). Being alone allowed her to choose when to leave different caravans and/or towns and protect new ones, that is for a fee of course. When Liana heard that a caravan was being let into one of cities she immediately went to see if they needed her services. Normally she asks for trade-able items like weapons, along with food, but with this caravan she offered her protection for free as long as she was allowed to go into the city. After all she might not be alive the next time the city opens its' gates.
Other: Her friends usually consist of other hunters who she had met on her travels.
Age: 24
Skills: Hunter; specializes in hunting mutated animals that cause travelers or small towns problems.
Personality: Liana may look reserved but she is far from it, especially when she is with those she is familiar with. When she is dealing with the hunt it's like a switch goes turns off and she turns serious.
Appearance:
(replace the metal with leather.)
Equipment:Bow/arrows, small hidden dagger, rope, and hunting sword. Sack of water and small amount of rations.
Bio: Liana comes from a long line of hunters. Her family are nomadic people who travel with others as their protectors. They would protect the caravan from any creatures that would try to harm it, for a fee of course. Since a young age Liana had been trained to use multiple different weapons, from a bow to a dagger. Do to the fact that her family never stayed in one place for long, or one even one caravan for that matter, Liana didn't have many friends growing up. It wasn't until she was 16 and left her parents that she actually started making friends (usually other hunters). Being alone allowed her to choose when to leave different caravans and/or towns and protect new ones, that is for a fee of course. When Liana heard that a caravan was being let into one of cities she immediately went to see if they needed her services. Normally she asks for trade-able items like weapons, along with food, but with this caravan she offered her protection for free as long as she was allowed to go into the city. After all she might not be alive the next time the city opens its' gates.
Other: Her friends usually consist of other hunters who she had met on her travels.
enterelysium
Procession of ghosts
Name: Ellie Sviatoslavovna Mel'nikova
Age: 26
profession: engineer/sometimes scrapper/
Skills: she is one of the few left with old-world engineering knowledge, specifically venturing into high radiation zones and coming out with valuables/stopping reactors from overheating and destroying towns, etc. she has *some* knowledge of how guns work but is much better with engines, reactors, vehicles. has limited combat skill using melee, but is very proficient with small arms, like sidearms and SMGs, can't be bothered to lug around snipers of machine guns, prefers to use the space for scrap electronics and tools. good at keeping a low profile as some for superstitious towns have driven her out because of her technological knowledge for being a witch/sorcerer.
Personality: usually quiet but in dangerous situations, she takes the lead and is quick on her feet, but otherwise if she is given a choice to be in a leadership position she will turn it down, disliking the responsibility. she finds it hard to talk to people a lot of the time but when she starts to talk about engineering she can go on for a very long time.
Appearance:
Equipment: m21b gas mask. around 4 pounds of gun parts(none of them fit together)/scrap electronics.around two hours worth of gasmask canisters. a protective leather coat. a large lug wrench with a rail spike welded to the end of it (primitive melee weapon), her toolkit and some lockpicks.
Bio: from a young age she always gravitated towards the useless tech that littered the floors of her world, the small town library of svetloyarsk, Russia. she spent most of her early years in there, playing with the scrap metals, her parents picked up on this quickly and on her tenth birthday gave her the few unruined books on engineering they had left. (due to her being brought up in a library she could read, a very useful skill when looting). 7 years later her town was raided by bandits who lined up everyone with even the slightest mutations, told them they weren't human and shot them like animals. even though they told Ellie she was mutated, (the test they used wasn't scientific it was entirely based on mysticism.) they didn't kill her, instead, they took her with them because they decided her engineering skills would be helpful. as their slave, they took her on a journey lasting at least a year, she lost track of time thanks to the constant mistreatment she got at their hands. eventually, they arrived at a settlement bordering the barren deserts and luscious mutated jungles. she stayed on there for 4 years, being constantly mistreated and treated as less than human because she was *mutant*. over those four years, she continued to hone her engineering skills, patching up their generators for them whenever they needed it. every time she was let off work she went to the old scrapyard about a kilometer into the desert and did her best to salvage what she could for her eventual escape. they let her do this because on all but one side the camp was surrounded by severe radiation zones. she managed to find and fix a toolkits worth of tools, and a lockpicking kit, sadly most other things in the scrapyard were beyond repair. once she gleaned all the hidden gems from the scrapyard she began to sneak through the town when the slavers where asleep, stealing supplies she assumed she would need for the long journey to the closest safe settlement, and hid it in the scrapyard. after a long year and a lifetimes worth of close calls, she was finally close to her goal, she had mapped out the surrounding area, had enough supplies for around a month in the desert, now all she needed was a way to brave the radiation. she snuck into the armory one night, the final place on her hit list, and the most well guarded. she got in just fine, found a gas mask and kit, along with many cartridges for it and took a primitive club, on her way out she was spotted though, and the slavers raised the alarm. after a hectic chase, she reached the scrapyard, took her things, slipped on the gasmask and ran for it. leaving behind her old life. surviving in the desert was a struggle, but she took up odd jobs, and help treat radiation sickness where she found it by fixing whatever caused the radiation leak. this gave her the status of a miracle healer in some places and a witch in others. eventually, she got tired of living in the wasteland and decided to go with a caravan into one of the larger cities, hoping to find a purpose there.
Age: 26
profession: engineer/sometimes scrapper/
Skills: she is one of the few left with old-world engineering knowledge, specifically venturing into high radiation zones and coming out with valuables/stopping reactors from overheating and destroying towns, etc. she has *some* knowledge of how guns work but is much better with engines, reactors, vehicles. has limited combat skill using melee, but is very proficient with small arms, like sidearms and SMGs, can't be bothered to lug around snipers of machine guns, prefers to use the space for scrap electronics and tools. good at keeping a low profile as some for superstitious towns have driven her out because of her technological knowledge for being a witch/sorcerer.
Personality: usually quiet but in dangerous situations, she takes the lead and is quick on her feet, but otherwise if she is given a choice to be in a leadership position she will turn it down, disliking the responsibility. she finds it hard to talk to people a lot of the time but when she starts to talk about engineering she can go on for a very long time.
Appearance:
Equipment: m21b gas mask. around 4 pounds of gun parts(none of them fit together)/scrap electronics.around two hours worth of gasmask canisters. a protective leather coat. a large lug wrench with a rail spike welded to the end of it (primitive melee weapon), her toolkit and some lockpicks.
Bio: from a young age she always gravitated towards the useless tech that littered the floors of her world, the small town library of svetloyarsk, Russia. she spent most of her early years in there, playing with the scrap metals, her parents picked up on this quickly and on her tenth birthday gave her the few unruined books on engineering they had left. (due to her being brought up in a library she could read, a very useful skill when looting). 7 years later her town was raided by bandits who lined up everyone with even the slightest mutations, told them they weren't human and shot them like animals. even though they told Ellie she was mutated, (the test they used wasn't scientific it was entirely based on mysticism.) they didn't kill her, instead, they took her with them because they decided her engineering skills would be helpful. as their slave, they took her on a journey lasting at least a year, she lost track of time thanks to the constant mistreatment she got at their hands. eventually, they arrived at a settlement bordering the barren deserts and luscious mutated jungles. she stayed on there for 4 years, being constantly mistreated and treated as less than human because she was *mutant*. over those four years, she continued to hone her engineering skills, patching up their generators for them whenever they needed it. every time she was let off work she went to the old scrapyard about a kilometer into the desert and did her best to salvage what she could for her eventual escape. they let her do this because on all but one side the camp was surrounded by severe radiation zones. she managed to find and fix a toolkits worth of tools, and a lockpicking kit, sadly most other things in the scrapyard were beyond repair. once she gleaned all the hidden gems from the scrapyard she began to sneak through the town when the slavers where asleep, stealing supplies she assumed she would need for the long journey to the closest safe settlement, and hid it in the scrapyard. after a long year and a lifetimes worth of close calls, she was finally close to her goal, she had mapped out the surrounding area, had enough supplies for around a month in the desert, now all she needed was a way to brave the radiation. she snuck into the armory one night, the final place on her hit list, and the most well guarded. she got in just fine, found a gas mask and kit, along with many cartridges for it and took a primitive club, on her way out she was spotted though, and the slavers raised the alarm. after a hectic chase, she reached the scrapyard, took her things, slipped on the gasmask and ran for it. leaving behind her old life. surviving in the desert was a struggle, but she took up odd jobs, and help treat radiation sickness where she found it by fixing whatever caused the radiation leak. this gave her the status of a miracle healer in some places and a witch in others. eventually, she got tired of living in the wasteland and decided to go with a caravan into one of the larger cities, hoping to find a purpose there.
JamsTheOrc
New Member
Name: Piper
Age: 19
Skills:
-Archery
-Medical knowledge
-Floral Knowledge
Appearance: Piper stands at an average height of 5'7, she weighs 142 lbs with a slender build and has green eyes. Most people can pick her out of a crowd on her hairstyle alone. The sides of her head are shaved while the rest of her hair is braided. She keeps the braids tied in a bun and whatever parts of her hair she does not catch is left to hang down to her back. She keeps it dyed a pale shade of grey. Piper has four tattoos, two around her right forearm, one across her face from cheek to cheek, and one that starts at in the middle of her chest and ends just above her navel. Her clothes are simple, she wears a black woolen shirt that stops at her midriff, a long scarf, black cloth pants and brown boots.
Equipment: Bow, arrows, herbs, a few other plants
Personality: Piper is a healer in every sense of the word as her job spills over into to her everyday life. From a far she can come off as a robot due to her stoic demeanor. Stoic disposition aside, Piper cannot help but nurture those around her. She cares for people close to her like a mother would her child. Her compassion is shown most through her interactions with her people, especially children in greeting everyone with a warm smile. To those she calls friend, her sympathy knows no bounds, anyone who needs an ear can expect hers to be lent, advice to be given, or a show of affection just to let them know she cares. She believes in second chances and is quick to forgive so long as the person learns their lesson. Her kindness is not to be mistaken for weakness as she can flip the friendly switch off as fast as she can turn it on. When she needs to be, she can be fierce, vindictive, even harsh, it is not a side she likes to show, but it is there when she needs it. She loves to laugh and anyone who can make her is bound to get on her good side.
Bio: As far back as she would like to remember, the people she left the village with had always been apart of her life. Her parents were raiders who, despite being who they were, took somewhat good care of her meaning she did not starve. Most of her childhood was spent with closed eyes as she turned a blind eye to the things her parents did. Life in the desert had been harsh, harsh enough for her parents to do the things she wish they did not have to. Stealing, killing, she had seen it all, enough for a lifetime, things a child should not have to be exposed to. She accepted this as the norm while her parents did these terrible things yet could not let go of the sliver of hope that there was something more than this and it did not take long to get her answer. At age six, her parents abandoned her after an ambush the raiders had walked into orchestrated by two neighboring settlements, while half the raiders had been killed or captured, her parents managed to escape. They told her to hide in a cave while they checked to see if it was safe. Three days later after the villages had stopped looking for them, she realized they were not coming back. She wandered the desert for days feeding on and drinking what she could until she was picked up by two healers. They took her to their home and raised nursed her back to health. After the loss of their own child, they raised her as their own.
