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JONAH
MARTINELLI
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EASTON
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REAGAN
CALLAHAN
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summerwine
an angel's kiss in spring
ROWYN CALLAHAN
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rakshasa
Guillermo Buillermo?
name: prada max
nickname(s): pea
d.o.b.: unknown
age: also unknown; likely in her mid-teens
gender: trans girl
sexuality: still figuring it out
Appearance:
height: 5’1
weight: 122
hair: a mess of loose ginger curls, only just reaching her neck. 3b texture
eyes: light brown and large, spaced unusually far apart, always bright and twinkling
misc: her face is covered in freckles, as well as her shoulders and arms. has a few moles on her arms and face
race/ethnicity: unknown. shows signs of having african and white heritage, but any specifics are a mystery
face claim: aleece wilson
Persona:
alignment: chaotic good
role: scavenger. she spends her days in the ruins of the old world, digging through trash and rubble for any trinkets that catch her eye. if they seem valuable or are broken pieces of tech, she’ll take them, fix them up and sell them at the trading market.
virtues:
Pea is a ray of sunshine in the misery of the end times. She’s also sort of a weirdo. She’s extremely curious, almost to a fault; everything intrigues her and she goes out of her way to find something when she’s interested in it. She’s a dedicated person, always putting 100% into whatever she’s working on, even if it’s pointless. She’s not a perfectionist, but she seems to enter something of a trance when she’s working. It takes a serious blow to force her to give up and loses hope on something or someone. She’s a bouncy, bright person who’s truly happy despite her circumstances- in her mind, every situation has its silver lining and it’s pointless to ignore it. She’s a social person who can talk to and get along with pretty much everyone; she’s understanding and non judgemental, as she knows she can come across as odd. She doesn’t depend on people either; she’s happy on her own and not.
vices:
Pea is a happy person, possibly partially due to the fact that mentally, she’s not all there. She always seems to be in her own world with her own rules and rarely comes back down to earth. A few of the subtleties of human existence are lost on her, and she finds no need to learn. She also has a bit of an obsessive personality; she can’t let go of anything and gets unreasonably upset when she’s forced to, like she’s lost a part of herself. She’s also very noticeably childish. She has a bit of a simple mind and the way she sees things can be very black and white. Things she doesn’t like, she blocks out and forgets about, no matter their importance.
likes: ruins of the old world, abandoned buildings, cool junk, books, bugs, dirt, apocalypse movies and books, jewelry, old clothes and furniture, windy days, being alone and being with others, candy, trying new foods, space, running around, anything and everything
dislikes: not much, besides being forced to sit still and/or pay attention, tight clothes and getting sick
fears: what’s fear? (scorpions and dying)
ailments: none to speak of, physically. there’s probably something going on upstairs though.
Skills:
A lifetime of being active has resulted in pretty good agility and endurance; Pea isn’t very physically strong, but she’s quick, flexible and can take a punch.
Has an odd telepathic?? connection to junk- it seems like she can sense when something interesting is nearby and find just where it is.
She’s amazing when it comes to tinkering; she can make just about anything she puts her mind to, including the tiny house she lives in, made of discarded wood and scrap metal; when she finds something broken, she can correctly guess how it’s broken and what it needs to get it back in working condition.
Inventory:
Her house is an absolute clusterf, full of junk from the old world she finds interesting. Since she goes out and scavenges every other day and brings back tons with her, her house is packed with stuff, to the point of storing things outside. Among the heaps of stuff are old shoes, books and magazines, pill bottles, wrist watches, playing cards & dominoes, old, nasty makeup, sports gear, crosses, toothbrushes, furniture, keys that unlock nothing anymore, wind chimes, and more. If she finds any broken devices, she fixes them up and sells them for a profit.
Carries around a backpack when she goes out adventuring containing nothing but her canteen and a compass; she needs the space!
Background: Her background is a mystery to everyone, including herself. All she knows is that she’s been in the desert for a long time, collecting anything along the way that caught her eye, before coming across Precinct 58 and deciding to stay because, well, she’s got nothing better to do. She also knows that she’s supposed to be a boy from what her body looks like, though to her, she’s always just been a normal girl; the reason she feels that way is a mystery too.
She named herself as well; Prada after pretty jewelry with that name on it, and Max after the apocalypse movie.
Relationships: None yet, friends with Shu Fang whom she gives anything dangerous looking.
nickname(s): pea
d.o.b.: unknown
age: also unknown; likely in her mid-teens
gender: trans girl
sexuality: still figuring it out
Appearance:
height: 5’1
weight: 122
hair: a mess of loose ginger curls, only just reaching her neck. 3b texture
eyes: light brown and large, spaced unusually far apart, always bright and twinkling
misc: her face is covered in freckles, as well as her shoulders and arms. has a few moles on her arms and face
race/ethnicity: unknown. shows signs of having african and white heritage, but any specifics are a mystery
face claim: aleece wilson
Persona:
alignment: chaotic good
role: scavenger. she spends her days in the ruins of the old world, digging through trash and rubble for any trinkets that catch her eye. if they seem valuable or are broken pieces of tech, she’ll take them, fix them up and sell them at the trading market.
virtues:
Pea is a ray of sunshine in the misery of the end times. She’s also sort of a weirdo. She’s extremely curious, almost to a fault; everything intrigues her and she goes out of her way to find something when she’s interested in it. She’s a dedicated person, always putting 100% into whatever she’s working on, even if it’s pointless. She’s not a perfectionist, but she seems to enter something of a trance when she’s working. It takes a serious blow to force her to give up and loses hope on something or someone. She’s a bouncy, bright person who’s truly happy despite her circumstances- in her mind, every situation has its silver lining and it’s pointless to ignore it. She’s a social person who can talk to and get along with pretty much everyone; she’s understanding and non judgemental, as she knows she can come across as odd. She doesn’t depend on people either; she’s happy on her own and not.
vices:
Pea is a happy person, possibly partially due to the fact that mentally, she’s not all there. She always seems to be in her own world with her own rules and rarely comes back down to earth. A few of the subtleties of human existence are lost on her, and she finds no need to learn. She also has a bit of an obsessive personality; she can’t let go of anything and gets unreasonably upset when she’s forced to, like she’s lost a part of herself. She’s also very noticeably childish. She has a bit of a simple mind and the way she sees things can be very black and white. Things she doesn’t like, she blocks out and forgets about, no matter their importance.
likes: ruins of the old world, abandoned buildings, cool junk, books, bugs, dirt, apocalypse movies and books, jewelry, old clothes and furniture, windy days, being alone and being with others, candy, trying new foods, space, running around, anything and everything
dislikes: not much, besides being forced to sit still and/or pay attention, tight clothes and getting sick
fears: what’s fear? (scorpions and dying)
ailments: none to speak of, physically. there’s probably something going on upstairs though.
Skills:
A lifetime of being active has resulted in pretty good agility and endurance; Pea isn’t very physically strong, but she’s quick, flexible and can take a punch.
Has an odd telepathic?? connection to junk- it seems like she can sense when something interesting is nearby and find just where it is.
She’s amazing when it comes to tinkering; she can make just about anything she puts her mind to, including the tiny house she lives in, made of discarded wood and scrap metal; when she finds something broken, she can correctly guess how it’s broken and what it needs to get it back in working condition.
Inventory:
Her house is an absolute clusterf, full of junk from the old world she finds interesting. Since she goes out and scavenges every other day and brings back tons with her, her house is packed with stuff, to the point of storing things outside. Among the heaps of stuff are old shoes, books and magazines, pill bottles, wrist watches, playing cards & dominoes, old, nasty makeup, sports gear, crosses, toothbrushes, furniture, keys that unlock nothing anymore, wind chimes, and more. If she finds any broken devices, she fixes them up and sells them for a profit.
Carries around a backpack when she goes out adventuring containing nothing but her canteen and a compass; she needs the space!
Background: Her background is a mystery to everyone, including herself. All she knows is that she’s been in the desert for a long time, collecting anything along the way that caught her eye, before coming across Precinct 58 and deciding to stay because, well, she’s got nothing better to do. She also knows that she’s supposed to be a boy from what her body looks like, though to her, she’s always just been a normal girl; the reason she feels that way is a mystery too.
She named herself as well; Prada after pretty jewelry with that name on it, and Max after the apocalypse movie.
Relationships: None yet, friends with Shu Fang whom she gives anything dangerous looking.
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rakshasa
Guillermo Buillermo?
name: shu fang yu
nickname(s): fang
d.o.b.: august 11th, 2011
age: 35
gender: female
sexuality: straight-leaning
Appearance:
height: 5’2
weight: 113lbs
hair: black and wispy thin, typically pinned flat against her head into a tight bun.
eyes: thin, dark brown, intense
misc: burn scars peek out from her lower back whenever she wears a short shirt
race/ethnicity: chinese
face claim: zhou xun (i think)
Persona:
alignment: lawful good
role: defends and keeps watch over the precinct, runs a small military troupe that fight off invaders and wild animals, keeping peace in the precinct.
virtues:
fang stands cool and collected in the face of danger, no matter what it may be. she values the lives of precinct 58’s citizens above her own and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. she’s always working and keeping focused on her duties. emotionally, she’s resilient and won’t let her heart overpower her gut feelings. she’s extremely observant and can notice the moment something is off. a natural leader, fang is confident and has a plan for everything. she’s rather intelligent and adaptable; she always seems to be ready for anything, no matter what. it’s rare she expresses it outwardly, but fang has an empathetic soul and wants what’s best for the people of 58, including her troupe.
vices:
fang is an incredibly intense person- she always seems tense and on edge, almost paranoid both when she’s on duty and off; she can’t separate herself from work while she’s off. she’s not the most trustful person, even to those she’s close to. she’s a pessimist and while she’s always prepared, she’s also always expecting the worst and worrying. she can be very no-nonsense and humourless, to the point of arrogance. it’s rare you ever see her smile.
likes: precinct 58 obviously, exercise, sunny days, spring and blooming trees, stained glass, old perfume, black coffee, congee, veggies, taking care of others, pressing flowers, journaling, writing letters for people, chess
dislikes: old buildings, trainlines, rubble, anything that reminds her of the world before the end. strong smells, thick clothing, being isolated people who refuse to listen, sugary drinks, having too much free time; it makes her feel like she’s not doing enough.
fears: shu is nigh fearless, apart from fire. she’ll still put it out if it’s a threat, but she tries to avoid getting anywhere near it when she can.
ailments: physically, she’s at peak performance.
she’s extremely secretive about what’s going on in her head, but it’s likely after the events of her childhood that she has a bit of trauma. she doesn’t consider it to be worse than anyone else’s trauma, though.
Skills:
For such a small woman, Shu packs one hell of a punch. A talented and powerful streetfighter, she can take out just about anyone she’s put in front of, unless they’re hundreds of pounds heavier than her. She’s been building her strength for years and almost all of her 113 pounds is muscle and pure, concentrated energy.
Shu is extremely focused and steady-handed, which makes her a skilled sharpshooter. tries not to use weapons when she can.
Inventory:
Binoculars are an indispensable item for anyone who works in a watch tower.
Always keeps a flashlight on her, just in case.
Gauze and antiseptic.
A small dagger is the only weapon she utilizes more than once a month.
Stores a 12 gauge pump action shotgun at base, practically the most dangerous weapon P58 has. Rarely uses it- has limited ammo due to scarcity- it’s mostly just to scare weirdos off.
Has one stun grenade stored away, in case things go very, very south.
nickname(s): fang
d.o.b.: august 11th, 2011
age: 35
gender: female
sexuality: straight-leaning
Appearance:
height: 5’2
weight: 113lbs
hair: black and wispy thin, typically pinned flat against her head into a tight bun.
eyes: thin, dark brown, intense
misc: burn scars peek out from her lower back whenever she wears a short shirt
race/ethnicity: chinese
face claim: zhou xun (i think)
Persona:
alignment: lawful good
role: defends and keeps watch over the precinct, runs a small military troupe that fight off invaders and wild animals, keeping peace in the precinct.
virtues:
fang stands cool and collected in the face of danger, no matter what it may be. she values the lives of precinct 58’s citizens above her own and will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. she’s always working and keeping focused on her duties. emotionally, she’s resilient and won’t let her heart overpower her gut feelings. she’s extremely observant and can notice the moment something is off. a natural leader, fang is confident and has a plan for everything. she’s rather intelligent and adaptable; she always seems to be ready for anything, no matter what. it’s rare she expresses it outwardly, but fang has an empathetic soul and wants what’s best for the people of 58, including her troupe.
vices:
fang is an incredibly intense person- she always seems tense and on edge, almost paranoid both when she’s on duty and off; she can’t separate herself from work while she’s off. she’s not the most trustful person, even to those she’s close to. she’s a pessimist and while she’s always prepared, she’s also always expecting the worst and worrying. she can be very no-nonsense and humourless, to the point of arrogance. it’s rare you ever see her smile.
likes: precinct 58 obviously, exercise, sunny days, spring and blooming trees, stained glass, old perfume, black coffee, congee, veggies, taking care of others, pressing flowers, journaling, writing letters for people, chess
dislikes: old buildings, trainlines, rubble, anything that reminds her of the world before the end. strong smells, thick clothing, being isolated people who refuse to listen, sugary drinks, having too much free time; it makes her feel like she’s not doing enough.
fears: shu is nigh fearless, apart from fire. she’ll still put it out if it’s a threat, but she tries to avoid getting anywhere near it when she can.
ailments: physically, she’s at peak performance.
she’s extremely secretive about what’s going on in her head, but it’s likely after the events of her childhood that she has a bit of trauma. she doesn’t consider it to be worse than anyone else’s trauma, though.
Skills:
For such a small woman, Shu packs one hell of a punch. A talented and powerful streetfighter, she can take out just about anyone she’s put in front of, unless they’re hundreds of pounds heavier than her. She’s been building her strength for years and almost all of her 113 pounds is muscle and pure, concentrated energy.
Shu is extremely focused and steady-handed, which makes her a skilled sharpshooter. tries not to use weapons when she can.
Inventory:
Binoculars are an indispensable item for anyone who works in a watch tower.
Always keeps a flashlight on her, just in case.
Gauze and antiseptic.
A small dagger is the only weapon she utilizes more than once a month.
Stores a 12 gauge pump action shotgun at base, practically the most dangerous weapon P58 has. Rarely uses it- has limited ammo due to scarcity- it’s mostly just to scare weirdos off.
Has one stun grenade stored away, in case things go very, very south.
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AncientBird
Reptile with wings and plumes.
Basics
Name: Jesse Murre
Nickname(s): Jesse, The Woodman
D.o.b.: 3rd March 2005
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Height: 188 cm
Weight: 79 kg
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark brown
Misc: Has a huge slash scar across his chest, receiving from mutated animal. Many smaller scars all his arms and legs.
Race/ethnicity: American
Face claim: Hugh Jackman
Persona:
Role: Hunter/Scavenger
Vices: Inexpressive, Skeptical, Headstrong, Aloof, Suffering PTSD
Virtues: Calm, Mature, Cautious, Caring (to those he actually care for), Quick thinking
Likes: Peace, Silence, Nature, Stew, Animals (the kind that won't try to rip him to pieces), Work out
Dislikes: Stranger, Nonsense, Loud noise, Smell of blood, Crowded space
Fears: The old memory haunting him
Ailments: N/A
Skills:
- Hunting: Having to fend and feed himself for a long time, Jesse has become a decent hunter, able to track down animals and humans alike.
- Fighting: Jesse has learnt to fight from his father since he was young. And as he has to defend himself during the time he spent alone, he is one excellent fighter, both bare hand and melee weapon.
- Durability: Jesse can withstand extreme pain and injury, taking more than just bleeding and broken bone to stop him.
- Field dressing: Jesse once worked as a volunteer in emergency medical technician before the nuclear apocalypse happened. He still had the knowledge and skill of performing first aid. Having to constantly care for his own injury had sharpen it even further.
Inventory:
- A small machete
- An axe
- A lighter
- A waterskin
- Some rope
- A set of hand made bow and arrows
Background:
Prior to the nuclear apocalypse, Young Jesse lived in a suburban area, working with his family business on selling charcoal and also frequently volunteer in emergency team. During the war, he and his family were some people that had the luck for privilege to hide in a local bunker set by the government. Despite surviving the war, they eventually faced the even worse aftermatch... Having to live in a very different world, a cruel and unforgiving one. Jesse lost his beloved family members one by one until he had nobody left. The young man retreated from the chaos in the broken civilization and hid away into the wild and lived there in solitude. From a kind and cheerful boy, turned into a silent and bitter man, paranoid of everything strange and suffering the PTSD of his past gruesome experience. The only friends he had during time were the small critters he named and made friends with in the wild, the most significant one is a highly intelligent, mutated raven that exposure to radiation had extended its lifespan greatly, which Jesse named it Darby.
Eventually, the chaos and trouble from mutated beasts and scavengers caught up to his home in the forest, forcing him to abandon it. Together with Darby, he wandered until he learnt about the existence of Precinct 58 and decided to join to increase his odd of survival... Yet, he found himself feeling out of place rejoining humanity again...
Relationships:
Darby
A mutated raven that shows surprising longevity and intelligence, capable of understanding human speech to some degree and is also able to use some human's tool use. Darby met Jesse during his solitude in a house he found and claimed for himself. The bird first only came to eat food scrap left from the hermit. However, time passed and Darby began to get closer and closer to Jesse, sometimes going out to scavenge items for him. After Jesse was pushed out of his house, Darby followed him everywhere he went. The bird acts more like a friend than a pet, forage and feed itself, come and go at its will.
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Gallus
Fit For The Gallows
Ediza Almaz
face claim: Tuba Büyüküstün
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seasonedcat
bloodless
name: Jaxson Olson
nickname(s): Angel, whatever you want to call me honey~
d.o.b.: November 14, 2025
age: 22
gender: male
sexuality: homosexual
Appearance:
height: 5'10
weight: 157lbs
hair: brown
eyes: dark brown
misc: a branding mark on the left side of his belly button. It is crossed out with an X scar. Appearance:
he also has a belly button piercing as well as a tongue and nose piercing. His ears are pierced as well.
race/ethnicity: African
face claim: Isaiah B.
Persona:
alignment: chaotic neutral
role: medic
vices:
♡sarcastic
♡sneaky
♡proud
♡sassy
♡protective
♡private
virtues:
♡witty
♡hard
♡determined
♡extrovert
♡resourceful
♡smart
♡knows when to hold his tongue
likes:
♡strawberries
♡helping people
♡being treated as an equal
♡children
♡feminine things
♡being taken seriously
dislikes:
♡being treated like an object
♡brothels
♡being degraded or dismissed
♡bread
♡violence
♡rude remarks
fears:
❥losing everything
❥deep water
❥waking up one day and realizing this is all a dream
ailments: n/a
Skills:
♡seduction
♡lying/acting
♡handling gore
♡pain tolerance
♡talking to people
♡"intimate skills"
♡medicine
Inventory:
♡medical supplies
♡water and food
♡small knife and handgun
♡extra clothing
♡blanket and tarp
Background:
Angel knew the harshness of this world from a young age. His mother sold him to some slave trader for some drugs and a pack of cigs. It's 2045 there shouldn't be slaves you say. Well its funny how when the world turns to shit and laws pretty much disappear how quick humans turn to hurting their own kind. He found himself in a brothel at a fairly young age, yet another law that was not important in this world. He grew up selling his body for money and doing things that weren't pleasant.
The only way out of this hell for him was to buy himself. He barely made money from his work, but he was determined to get himself out of this situation. He worked hard and made money. He pursued his passion on the side, medicine. Something simple yes, but it is funny how useful it can be in a brothel. As he grew he learned, not just about the world and medicine, but how to live in it. He learned how to trick people, how to pretend. He learned how to make money, no matter how unpleasant the way to get it was. Even in this broken world, money ran it.
He could remember every punishment. The beatings or worse. Being thrown into a river when he couldn't swim so he learned to stop pursuing his little medicine. This didn't stop him. He would not show them fear. He would grow. He used his skills with his body and medicine to get money. He charged the other slaves, he took the opportunity, no matter how painful it was to do so. He worked his way out. Until he could buy himself out of the chains that bound him.
He got out and ran away from that past. He found a new place, one which had law, which had order. He was accepted in there. They let him in and he became a person to them. Not an object or a slave. He accepted his past but knew it was nothing he could change. Here he was someone. That was all that mattered. He became a doctor here, it was well needed with constant refugees getting accepted as well as it was hard to come across one. He carved his way to where he is today, and isn't ready to let anyone take away what he has now.
Relationships:
none, he left everyone behind.
summerwine
an angel's kiss in spring
Face Claim: Timothee Chalamet
Name: tba
Role: The Mechanic
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
nadia taylor
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Cosmos
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧crying over fictional lesbians (╥︣﹏᷅╥)
basics
name:
nickname(s):
d.o.b.:
age:
gender:
female
orientation:
pansexual
role:
distributor- previously [blank]
appearance
height:
weight:
build:
Small but not without some lean muscles, an obvious rounded bump at her stomach area due to the pregnancy.
hair color:
eye color:
misc:
Heavy scarring on the left arm from an accident when she was younger.
persona
vices:
virtues:
likes:
good food, warm weather, being around friends, being helpful.
dislikes:
being alone, morning sickness, feeling useless.
special skills
inventory
Small dagger, some herbs, spare clothes.
background
Other
Currently eight months pregnant.
relationships
T.B.F
name:
nickname(s):
d.o.b.:
age:
gender:
female
orientation:
pansexual
role:
distributor- previously [blank]
appearance
height:
weight:
build:
Small but not without some lean muscles, an obvious rounded bump at her stomach area due to the pregnancy.
hair color:
eye color:
misc:
Heavy scarring on the left arm from an accident when she was younger.
persona
vices:
virtues:
likes:
good food, warm weather, being around friends, being helpful.
dislikes:
being alone, morning sickness, feeling useless.
special skills
inventory
Small dagger, some herbs, spare clothes.
background
Other
Currently eight months pregnant.
relationships
T.B.F
RedLeftHand36
Your Host Tonight
Edward Carver
Basic Information
name: Edward Thomas Carver
nickname(s): The Tower, Rook, Big Ed
d.o.b.: December 5th, 2008
age: 39
gender: Male
sexuality: Reluctantly pansexual
role: Hunter, occasional mechanic
Appearance:
height: 213 cm
weight: 163 kg
hair: Brown
eyes: Deep green
skin: Ruddy, somewhat fair skin
misc: Tattoo of a chess rook with a fire at the top
race/ethnicity: German-American
face claim: Terry Hollands
Persona:
alignment: Chaotic Neutral
vices: Anti-social, stubborn, irritable, ill-tempered, lacking in communication skills
virtues: Strong of heart, tough of mind, unmoving, unbreakable, practical and actually really smart, can be very patient [this depends on circumstances]
likes: Peace and quiet, the ocean, seafood, thunderstorms, fall and winter seasons, dark and cool places
dislikes: Loud people, people in general, warm temperatures, bright light, summerJune & August are the worst
fears: Being helpless/vulnerable, heights,fucking moose, crowded places, crowds in general
ailments: Severe agoraphobia and general anxiety
Skills:
- Really good with chemistry and mechanical engineering
- Skilled tactician
- Excellent tracker and overall outdoorsman
- Very physically fit
- Pretty damn strong
- Tough
- High endurance
- Decent shot with guns
- Better shot with bows, crossbows, and throwables
- Best at melee and traps
Inventory:
Some old military/riot squad ballistic armor + other wearable gear in the same vein
A large amount of bear traps, snare set-ups, net traps, and garrote wire
Crossbow and plenty of bolts, tomahawks, and various knives and saws for various purposes
A flamethrower, which is really just a home project...or is it?
A splitting maul
Background:
Was it luck the he lived far away from any city, nestled in a small cabin atop a mountainous cliff, overlooking the sea? Or was it some cruel joke? When the bombs fell, he was just a boy, barely fourteen years of age. Maybe a couple months younger. Of course, when humanity went to hell, so did the Earth itself. Maybe his folks could survive the nuclear apocalypse in barely touched wilderness, hunting and foraging. Ed always wondered about what if they needed medical supplies... but he never got a chance to find out what they would do. Of course, being the smart lad he was, he figured they'd need something from civilization sooner or later. It was a small sea-side town, but he supposed everyone evacuated despite not being even remotely close to the bomb-site. This place was always chock-full of particularly unintelligent people, though. Probably explained why he only ever got along with his school teachers, but avoided others like the goddamn plague. First aid was easy enough to find. He looted some food and candy, too. Just for kicks. He actually liked the meat they found in the wilderness occasionally. But he supposed he was justified no less. Little by little, there were less and less of them. So he might as well stock up. Sure, the rain was heavy. The tides were fierce. But he had no way of knowing what would happen next. A deafening crack and a blinding light, and then the shaking of ground and a distance crash, like the sound of an avalanche. There... an old truck with a rolled down window at the gas-station across the street. Hot-wiring cars wasn't exactly difficult, especially with absolutely no one around to yell at you or call the police. Not like there seemed to be any police around in the first place, at this point. What convenience. A true deus ex machina... right?
There was nothing. No cabin. No land. A single tree stood on fire, split in half on the precipice of the cliff that replaced the old one. If there was a God... was he being punished for something? Did he unknowingly commit some atrocity to merit divine punishment? That even the forces of nature placed all their rage on him to take away... everything. His relationship with his parents wasn't perfect but... still... they were all he had. His home... his family... gone. Taken away by the forces beyond man. The worst part was that there was no one even to blame. There was no comfort or solace to be had in any of it. It just happened. Over the a period of time, though he was unsure of exactly how long, he roamed. Surviving where he could. Scavenging. Hunting. He put his mind to good use, at least. He doesn't remember exactly when he stumbled across precinct 58. But he remembered how at the end of his line he was when he did. Starving. Thirsty. Days without sleep. Minimal rest. And here it fucking was. Civilization. Ironic. The thing he took for granted for the most before doomsday; Other people. They were his saving grace it seemed. And so, they say... the rest is history.
[Will preferably get more in depth in the IC if that's okay.]
Relationships:
N/A
Basic Information
name: Edward Thomas Carver
nickname(s): The Tower, Rook, Big Ed
d.o.b.: December 5th, 2008
age: 39
gender: Male
sexuality: Reluctantly pansexual
role: Hunter, occasional mechanic
Appearance:
height: 213 cm
weight: 163 kg
hair: Brown
eyes: Deep green
skin: Ruddy, somewhat fair skin
misc: Tattoo of a chess rook with a fire at the top
race/ethnicity: German-American
face claim: Terry Hollands
Persona:
alignment: Chaotic Neutral
vices: Anti-social, stubborn, irritable, ill-tempered, lacking in communication skills
virtues: Strong of heart, tough of mind, unmoving, unbreakable, practical and actually really smart, can be very patient [this depends on circumstances]
likes: Peace and quiet, the ocean, seafood, thunderstorms, fall and winter seasons, dark and cool places
dislikes: Loud people, people in general, warm temperatures, bright light, summer
fears: Being helpless/vulnerable, heights,
ailments: Severe agoraphobia and general anxiety
Skills:
- Really good with chemistry and mechanical engineering
- Skilled tactician
- Excellent tracker and overall outdoorsman
- Very physically fit
- Pretty damn strong
- Tough
- High endurance
- Decent shot with guns
- Better shot with bows, crossbows, and throwables
- Best at melee and traps
Inventory:
Some old military/riot squad ballistic armor + other wearable gear in the same vein
A large amount of bear traps, snare set-ups, net traps, and garrote wire
Crossbow and plenty of bolts, tomahawks, and various knives and saws for various purposes
A flamethrower, which is really just a home project...
A splitting maul
Background:
Was it luck the he lived far away from any city, nestled in a small cabin atop a mountainous cliff, overlooking the sea? Or was it some cruel joke? When the bombs fell, he was just a boy, barely fourteen years of age. Maybe a couple months younger. Of course, when humanity went to hell, so did the Earth itself. Maybe his folks could survive the nuclear apocalypse in barely touched wilderness, hunting and foraging. Ed always wondered about what if they needed medical supplies... but he never got a chance to find out what they would do. Of course, being the smart lad he was, he figured they'd need something from civilization sooner or later. It was a small sea-side town, but he supposed everyone evacuated despite not being even remotely close to the bomb-site. This place was always chock-full of particularly unintelligent people, though. Probably explained why he only ever got along with his school teachers, but avoided others like the goddamn plague. First aid was easy enough to find. He looted some food and candy, too. Just for kicks. He actually liked the meat they found in the wilderness occasionally. But he supposed he was justified no less. Little by little, there were less and less of them. So he might as well stock up. Sure, the rain was heavy. The tides were fierce. But he had no way of knowing what would happen next. A deafening crack and a blinding light, and then the shaking of ground and a distance crash, like the sound of an avalanche. There... an old truck with a rolled down window at the gas-station across the street. Hot-wiring cars wasn't exactly difficult, especially with absolutely no one around to yell at you or call the police. Not like there seemed to be any police around in the first place, at this point. What convenience. A true deus ex machina... right?
There was nothing. No cabin. No land. A single tree stood on fire, split in half on the precipice of the cliff that replaced the old one. If there was a God... was he being punished for something? Did he unknowingly commit some atrocity to merit divine punishment? That even the forces of nature placed all their rage on him to take away... everything. His relationship with his parents wasn't perfect but... still... they were all he had. His home... his family... gone. Taken away by the forces beyond man. The worst part was that there was no one even to blame. There was no comfort or solace to be had in any of it. It just happened. Over the a period of time, though he was unsure of exactly how long, he roamed. Surviving where he could. Scavenging. Hunting. He put his mind to good use, at least. He doesn't remember exactly when he stumbled across precinct 58. But he remembered how at the end of his line he was when he did. Starving. Thirsty. Days without sleep. Minimal rest. And here it fucking was. Civilization. Ironic. The thing he took for granted for the most before doomsday; Other people. They were his saving grace it seemed. And so, they say... the rest is history.
[Will preferably get more in depth in the IC if that's okay.]
Relationships:
N/A
LiquidSaint
New Member
name: Talulah Tenrecnickname(s): Tal, Lulu to certain people
d.o.b.: 10/12/2024
age: 23
gender: mtf trans
sexuality: bisexual, prefers women
role: Mechanic
Appearance: Slight and feminine, but with wiry muscle from her profession
height: 5’8”
weight: 163 lbs
hair: blonde in a pageboy style
eyes: blue
skin: fair
misc: pre-op transsexual living as a woman, has a tattoo of a flower on her wrist and pierced ears.
race/ethnicity: caucasion
face claim: (tentatively) Mackenzie Davis
Persona: Talulah is somewhat shy and timid, often fading into the background except for the occasional moment of confidence. She mostly wants to be thought of as just another girl, despite being insecure about the fact that everyone in her precinct has known her since before she expressed her gender. She is a skilled mechanic who also hungers for adventure, with a head full of the media of old.
alignment: lawful good
vices: Cigarettes, alcohol, easily peer pressured
virtues: strong moral compass, deep belief in herself despite strong insecurity.
likes: animals, pretty flowers and plants, the cold reliability of mechanical devices. Everything functions exactly the way it should.
dislikes: bigotry, slavery/oppression, black licorice
fears: constant imposter syndrome that everyone sees her as just a man playing dress-up; bees
ailments: possible depression, I haven’t decided yet
Skills: Expert mechanic and proficient with any kind of machinery. Natural talent for driving/piloting vehicles. Basic proficiency with firearms and self-defense, although physically frail.
Inventory: tbd if accepted
Background: Talulah was born Edward Tenrec, but realized at a young age she was different. When old enough she was given the role of Mechanic, and found she had a natural talent for it. She loves old media and dreams of adventure, and has ventured outside the precinct on occasion; but mostly stays inside and obeys the law. She has only recently come out and began identifying as her true gender within the last year or two. The people in her life have been supportive and accepting of her choice, but she still struggles with a deep insecurity that they still see her as a man. Since I’m assuming the technology doesn’t exist for her to medically transition in any way, she is biologically male but living as female. Overall Talulah is a good person who wants to be a hero and really help her community.
Relationships: Father is a mechanic, mother is maybe something administrative. Has a close younger brother who supports her no matter what.
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Inuzori
犬ぞり- Shibe Supreme
name. hara serrano
pronounced. 'haw-ruh'
age. twenty-six
birthdate. may 18th, 2021
role. medic (formerly a hunter)
sexuality. pansexual, no preference
gender. cis-female
vibes. la musica.
coding by leviathan
I can switch her role/sheet to being a gardener or weaponsmith etc., if the medic role is an issue!
I can switch her role/sheet to being a gardener or weaponsmith etc., if the medic role is an issue!
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Socio
Always tired, never asleep
KAIA BECKER
Basics
name: kaia Becker
nickname(s): Kai
d.o.b.: January 7th 2029
age: 18
gender: Female
sexuality: Straight
role: Hunter
Appearance
height: 5’4
weight: 114
hair: chestnut brown
eyes: Green
skin: Olive
race/ethnicity: American
face claim: Poppy Drayton
Persona
alignment: Chaotic neutral, bordering on chaotic evil
vices: Recklessly impulsive, hotheaded, competitive, obsessive, sadistic, childish.
virtues: Charming, cunning, fearless, determined, outgoing, energetic.
likes: Adrenalin, adventure, competition, debates, hunting.
dislikes: Authority, Being treated like a child, silence, rules, boredom, being alone.
fears: Clowns (she’s never seen one but from the stories that she’s heard she’s glad they are a thing of the past.)
ailments: ASPD (antisocial personality disorder)
Skills
Tracking - Kaia learned how to track from her father and other hunters at the precinct.
Navigation - Partially picked up from her father though much of her navigation skills were self taught and she keeps a map of every area shes travelled to.
Stealth - Kaia's small and slender frame helps her hide and travel silently when needed.
Anatomy - Her mother encouraged her to study some anatomy in hopes that she might become a medic however Kaia was more interested in hunting.
Inventory
Hunting knife
Throwing knives
A homemade map of every area Kaia has explored
Empty water bottle
Background
Kaia was born seven years after the bombs went off. The only world she knew was that of the precinct, she was often jealous of those that had experienced life before all hell broke loose. Her mom had always said she was lucky, lucky to be spared the memories of what they had lost, a large reason why she refused to talk about the old world. Her mom had been a politician, though Kaia wasn’t exactly sure what that had entailed, she had described it as similar to her current position as a council member. It was quite clear from a young age that Kaia would not be following her mothers footsteps into a council position, she was far too reckless and was constantly finding ways to be anywhere other than the precinct. This was largely due to her fathers influence, his role had been a hunter and he taught Kaia most of what he knew. She was closest with her father, they both shared the same love for adventure and impulsive behaviours, much to her mothers distress. Despite her, at times, chaotic persona and seemingly unlimited energy Kaia had been a fairly good child. It wasn’t until her father failed to return from a hunting trip that she began to change. It only took days before they found his body an arrow sticking from his chest. From that day on Kaia became obsessed with finding his killer and learned how to track and navigate the surrounding areas of the precinct along the way. Despite her usual sarcastic and energetic persona something darker was now under the surface. She seemed to enjoy her hunting kills a bit too much, and her temper was constantly ready to boil over. In present day she spends most of her time arguing with her mother, hunting and seeing how far she can push the rules without getting banished.
Relationships
Katherine Becker (mother) - Katherine is a hard working and headstrong woman. She does her best to be an excellent council member and mother. While she can be seen as strict she is also fair and has a strong moral compass. Her relationship with Kaia is strained most likely due to Kaia’s aversion to authority and constant bending of the precincts rules.
Basics
name: kaia Becker
nickname(s): Kai
d.o.b.: January 7th 2029
age: 18
gender: Female
sexuality: Straight
role: Hunter
Appearance
height: 5’4
weight: 114
hair: chestnut brown
eyes: Green
skin: Olive
race/ethnicity: American
face claim: Poppy Drayton
Persona
alignment: Chaotic neutral, bordering on chaotic evil
vices: Recklessly impulsive, hotheaded, competitive, obsessive, sadistic, childish.
virtues: Charming, cunning, fearless, determined, outgoing, energetic.
likes: Adrenalin, adventure, competition, debates, hunting.
dislikes: Authority, Being treated like a child, silence, rules, boredom, being alone.
fears: Clowns (she’s never seen one but from the stories that she’s heard she’s glad they are a thing of the past.)
ailments: ASPD (antisocial personality disorder)
Skills
Tracking - Kaia learned how to track from her father and other hunters at the precinct.
Navigation - Partially picked up from her father though much of her navigation skills were self taught and she keeps a map of every area shes travelled to.
Stealth - Kaia's small and slender frame helps her hide and travel silently when needed.
Anatomy - Her mother encouraged her to study some anatomy in hopes that she might become a medic however Kaia was more interested in hunting.
Inventory
Hunting knife
Throwing knives
A homemade map of every area Kaia has explored
Empty water bottle
Background
Kaia was born seven years after the bombs went off. The only world she knew was that of the precinct, she was often jealous of those that had experienced life before all hell broke loose. Her mom had always said she was lucky, lucky to be spared the memories of what they had lost, a large reason why she refused to talk about the old world. Her mom had been a politician, though Kaia wasn’t exactly sure what that had entailed, she had described it as similar to her current position as a council member. It was quite clear from a young age that Kaia would not be following her mothers footsteps into a council position, she was far too reckless and was constantly finding ways to be anywhere other than the precinct. This was largely due to her fathers influence, his role had been a hunter and he taught Kaia most of what he knew. She was closest with her father, they both shared the same love for adventure and impulsive behaviours, much to her mothers distress. Despite her, at times, chaotic persona and seemingly unlimited energy Kaia had been a fairly good child. It wasn’t until her father failed to return from a hunting trip that she began to change. It only took days before they found his body an arrow sticking from his chest. From that day on Kaia became obsessed with finding his killer and learned how to track and navigate the surrounding areas of the precinct along the way. Despite her usual sarcastic and energetic persona something darker was now under the surface. She seemed to enjoy her hunting kills a bit too much, and her temper was constantly ready to boil over. In present day she spends most of her time arguing with her mother, hunting and seeing how far she can push the rules without getting banished.
Relationships
Katherine Becker (mother) - Katherine is a hard working and headstrong woman. She does her best to be an excellent council member and mother. While she can be seen as strict she is also fair and has a strong moral compass. Her relationship with Kaia is strained most likely due to Kaia’s aversion to authority and constant bending of the precincts rules.
BreeDav
I do desire we may be better strangers
Basics
name: Anya Patre
nickname(s):Ani
d.o.b.: August 21
age:25
gender: Female
sexuality: Bisexual
role: Guard in Precinct 58
Appearance:
height: 5 ft 5 in
weight: 130 ish
hair: Naturally Ani’s hair is deep brown with a slight wave. Working in the city almost every day has its perks though. Sun bleached highlights help to give her hair some definition and dimension.
eyes: Dark Brown
skin: Olive Toned brown
misc: No tattoos, no body mods, almost no scars (a point of pride)
race/ethnicity: Indian
face claim: Naomi Scott
Persona:
alignment: Lawful Neutral
vices: serious, quick to judge, hardened, set in her ways, unforgiving
virtues: proud, confident, moral, law-abiding, protective
likes: Watching the sunrise, cooking dinner, finding time to meditate, trinkets, journaling
dislikes: dust, sand, messiness, rain, chaos
fears: She fears the world outside Precinct 56. Shes terrified that law and order inside the precinct will break down and she’ll be banished.
ailments: none
Skills: Shooting, tactical combat, personal organization, knowledge of precinct laws and processes.
Inventory: A half empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, standard issue guard rifle, nicely looked after armor (reinforced Kevlar), small notebook filled with her daily scribblings, large key ring, switch blade, various tools
Background: Anya has lived in the Precinct her entire life. She always loved the small oasis that Precinct 58 provided. She knew that she wanted to be a guard, to contribute in some small way to the workings of this place most of her life. Her father had been a guard. He’d helped her train for the job. He’d helped her pass the tests and understand the rules of the land. He’d celebrated with her when she’d been hired by the Precinct. Not two months later, her mother was arrested for plotting the downfall of the Governor and consequently the Precinct. Her mother and father packed up and left. They wished their daughter well and walked out into the desert without so much as a teary goodbye.
Relationships: No family in town, rest will be plotted
Attachments
BreeDav
I do desire we may be better strangers
Basics
name: Harper Logan
nickname(s): none (idk give him one)
d.o.b.: February 23
age:29
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
role: Weaponsmith / Craftsman in Precinct 58
Appearance:
height: 6 ft 1 in
weight: 180 ish
hair: dark, short, and always unruley
eyes: Dark Brown
skin: Pale
misc: scars that litter his hands and arms are proof of the quality of blade he creates.
race/ethnicity: Caucasion
face claim: Ezra Miller
Persona:
alignment: Neutral Good
vices: clumsy, flighty, workaholic, overly cautious, a bit timid
virtues: humble, resourceful, generous, creative, selfless
likes: helping people, watching his projects in good and skillful hands, new ideas, blank pieces of paper, newly sharpened pencils.
dislikes: Customers who don’t give him room to be creative, time spent doing nothing, wastefulness, the callouses across his palms, failed projects.
fears: He fears the day that a weapon he creates is turned against him. And deep water.
ailments: none
Skills: Weapon making (He’s well known for his blades, but takes on requests for firearms as well), metalwork, woodwork
Inventory: Large canvas bag (usually filled with whatever scrap metal and wood he was able to find), a whittling knife, some spare change, a sketching pencil and some folded up paper, a list of work to do.
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Background: Harper was born in Precinct 32. It was a small and peaceful precinct, known for their rigorous entrance requirements. It was a place of craftsmen, artisans, and farmers. He apprenticed as an ironsmith in Precinct 32. With a strict no weapons rule, Harper moved to Precinct 50 to continue his training. Learning to work with metal in Precinct 32 was wonderful, but he knew that his calling was to make weapons. He spent two years in Precinct 50, learning the art of weapon making. Life there was different. Life was so different there. The city was warlike. People who were peaceful were picked on and manipulated. The master weaponsmith he was training under watched out for him, but Harper knew he was lucky. He didn’t know how to wield a weapon, but he was known for being good at creating them. It kept gangs off his doorstep and vigilantes on his good side. But when his apprenticeship ended, Harper knew that he wanted to open his shop somewhere kinder. He traveled for a while, bouncing from place to place as a guest craftsman. About a year ago, Harper found Precinct 58. He bought himself a small house with the money he’d made and built a forge in a small shed behind it. He’s been selling his wares at the trading market ever since.
Relationships: No family in town
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