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Futuristic The Watch: Character Sheet

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RULES
1. This roleplay will include dark themes, such as violence, gore, brainwashing, etc.
2. Character pictures/faceclaims are not required, you can simply submit a text description if you'd like. However, if you choose to use a picture, no anime or heavily cartoonish images.
3. If a character has a good reason to kill another player character, and they are in a position to easily do so (i.e. shooting them in the back), they may do it. PM me first though.
4. I will be playing a character (though they're more like an NPC for guidance purposes), however I will principally be acting as a sort-of GM. There won't be dice rolls, but allow me to establish scenery, and introduce and control NPCs.
5. Your characters have the possibility of dying. This can occur if they are executed for an IC crime, or if they make poor tactical choices in a fight (either as a group, or alone).
6. Feel free to add more sections to the CS if you want.
7. You may create multiple characters if you want, but it is not required.
8. This universe is not connected to the real world, so don't mention real countries, places, or brands.
9. If you're shooting for a relatively high rank, ask me about it first. Otherwise, leave it unlisted and I'll put you as junior, senior, etc. based off service time and backstory.
10. If you are not posting frequently enough to keep up, your character will be assumed to be moving around with the group. If they're practically never present, then they have a chance of being killed off.



Here is some general information on appearances, (some) ranks, and firearms for the Watch.
Ranks
Watch Commander
Watch Captain (WCapt.)
Watch Lieutenant (WLt.)
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Watchmaster (WM.)
Senior Watchman (SWA.)
Watchman (WA.)
Junior Watchman (JWA.)



The three on the left are the most common uniforms. The uniform on the right is only worn by officers (Watch Lieutenant+). Watchmen are required to wear an orange armband as a symbol of Autumn Party loyalty.


The standard Pistol is of low power and accuracy, mostly useful as a sidearm and nothing else. It holds 12 rounds, and shares ammo with the Subgun.

The Revolver is an antiquated sidearm that has been updated slightly. It is more powerful than the pistol, but only holds 6 rounds, and reloads slowly.

The Subgun is a rapid-fire, compact machine gun that holds 30 rounds, and shares ammo with the Pistol. It was rarely issued until the AuP takeover.

The Bolt Rifle is army standard-issue, but is also used by the Watch. It holds 5 round clips, has strong range, accuracy and stopping power, but fires and reloads very slowly.

The Shotgun fires either buckshot pellets or solid slugs. It possesses great power at close range, and holds 6 rounds.


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Timeline note: Ashfall occurred 55 years ago, and the Chemical Wars were around 50 years ago. Towns and settlements banded together and formed the Central Bloc government roughly 25 years ago. The Civil War and AuP victory was a year and a half ago (the war lasted about a year), but the AuP has existed as rabble-rousers for at least ten years before that.

CHARACTER SHEET

NAME

AGE
(18+)

APPEARANCE

GENERAL DESCRIPTION

(Include history, personality, etc. as you see fit.)

TIME IN SERVICE
(Max 20 years. Less than 1.5 years denotes someone who joined right after the Civil War.)

WEAPONS
(Max 1 primary, 1 sidearm, 1 misc.)​
 
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NAME
WLt. Alma Therk

AGE
32

APPEARANCE
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GENERAL DESCRIPTION
Watch Lieutenant Therk is a disheveled-looking woman with ghostly pale skin, short brown hair, and brown eyes. She is almost always seen dressed in formal or martial clothing with Autumn Party accoutrements, especially the AuP's bladed leaf. She is also fond of scarves (which she uses to cover her constant hacking coughs).

Therk is the daughter of a privileged factory owner. Growing up in an industrial settlement (an 'urbzone'), she received a decent education, but like many women, she became barren from the cocktail of pollution and chemicals she breathed in on a daily basis, which also cursed her with a relatively sickly appearance. She joined the Human Allied Service Workers (an AuP-affiliated civilian aid group), and later served in the Civil War as a junior officer on the AuP's side. After the victory, she was offered a position in the Watch. Since it was a newly-minted government agency, the party itself ordered her placement, and she was immediately granted the rank of Watch Lieutenant based on her preexisting loyalties. Though she killed at least once or twice during the war, she knows nothing of mutants outside of a few dusty manuals, and has never really seen one before either.

Therk is a stickler for petty rules and possesses a nearly psychotic level of political loyalty; she doesn't consider any entity that opposes the AuP to have a license to be alive. In most of her interactions, she somehow manages to be both awkward and arrogant at the same time. She is very sickly, prone to coughing and random nosebleeds, so she usually carries wads of tissues on her. She isn't a smoker (despite looking like one), though she does have a snuff box.

TIME IN SERVICE
6 months

WEAPONS
Subgun, pistol, boot knife
 
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NAME
Bill Thompson
AGE
25

APPEARANCE
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GENERAL DESCRIPTION

Growing up in the apocalypse wasn't easy, but it hardened Thompson. He learned quickly that if he wanted to eat he'd learn how to hunt, and that if he wanted to survive he'd understand the difference from a "clean" animal, and an animal whose genes were brutalized from mutation. Thompson came from that generation which learned how to put on a gas mask before learning the alphabet, the generation which figured out questions end up getting you shot, and that any stupid sounds get your ass compromised. He is not a traditional soldier, he can hardly read a book, but he can survive. It was this survival which helped Thompson rise through the ranks, first joining at 17 when he stumbled upon the Watch in a bazaar nestled within the firebombed remains of an old sports stadium. From there he employed his skills, doing what he was told, and surviving. Since then he has risen to the rank of Senior Watchman, recently overlooked for a promotion to Master Watchman.
TIME IN SERVICE
8 years

WEAPONS
Bolt Rifle, Pistol, Combat Knife
 
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NAME
James Ney

AGE
22

APPEARANCE

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Maintaining the discipline and professionalism required of a soldier and officer in training, James is well kept (considering a post apocalyptic setting) and clean shaven. Drills and discipline were crucial components of any armed force, and James understands the value that they bring, and continues these habits. Regardless, James knows that he is in essence another AuP loyalist placed into the Watch to spread the party's grasp of the organization through his connection with his brother. He wouldn't dare bring shame or dishonor to his nation, party, and family. Thus, James maintains a rather high standard of cleanliness and professionalism in his appearance.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION
The Ney family is an old family with a history of each generation serving in the military or paramilitary. James' grandfather served in the chemical wars (and presumably killed in action) while James's father grew up as a city militia leader and ultimately served as an member in the fledging Central Bloc as part of a conservative coalition. Due to this family tradition, James and his older brother, Michael enlisted in the military as cadets, and aspiring junior officers in the army when they each turned 18.

Then the civil war struck. In the chaos, James was just a cadet and ended up leaving the closed academy to sit out the war and hide while his brother served as an officer on the side of the AuP after news of their father's death while fighting the revolutionary "Reds". Once the dust settled, Michael highly advised James to join the Watch instead of rejoining the army for 2 reasons: 1. To serve the nation and AuP, and 2. To avoid any conflicts of interests within Michael's duties to the AuP as a now rather high ranking military officer. Of course, there were other implicit/unspoken expectations. James knew that he was expected to be a loyal party member and that his placement was just another way for the AuP to deepen its grasp in the formerly neutral organization. Besides James' neutrality in the civil war was... fitting to join the reformed and realigned Watch. The coincidence was not missed. This is likely a test for both James and the organization. With all this in mind, James dutifully joined the Watch with some formal military training, but little in first hand experience in fighting mutants.

TIME IN SERVICE
10 months

WEAPONS
Bolt Rifle, Pistol, Entrenching Tool
 
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STATE ORGAN TAG - WATCHMEN

CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...

SERVICE MEMBER: NEY [STATUS: APPROVED]
SERVICE MEMBER: THOMPSON [STATUS: APPROVED] - TAG: OLDWATCH

RANK-TAGGING...
- NEY [JWA]
- THOMPSON [SWA]


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NAME
Conrad Talbot

AGE
27

APPEARANCE

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GENERAL DESCRIPTION

Being a true countryman sometimes means making sacrifices and hard choices. Talbot is a good countryman. When the AuP began its rabble-rousing a decade ago, he was one of the first eager recruits to sign up. A young man from an obscure, and poor family of industrial workers- the AuP offered him a way forward and a path to escape the squalor he had been born in to. He enlisted in the army under the guidance of his local representative, eventually becoming a Sergeant.

When the Revolution began, Sergeant Talbot and his fellow patriots within the unit were prepared and ensured their company was able to aid their militia countrymen in overthrowing the corrupt and decadent regime they slaved under. Unfortunately, their foes fought without honor and used the foulest of tactics, hiding among civilian populations and using them as shields against the cleansing Autumn winds. Sergeant Talbot does not regret his choices, for the sacrifices of these innocents played a small but vital part in the Party's victory.

Unfortunately, this difficult choice left a stain on Sergeant Talbot's record of service. He was brought to account by a People's Tribunal and though he was acquitted of wrong-doing, his military service was at an end. Given an honorable discharge from the army, he was given a letter of recommendation to the Watch.

TIME IN SERVICE
12 months

WEAPONS
Bolt Rifle, Pistol, Trench Knife
 
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CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...
POSSIBLE MATCH: PEOPLE'S TRIBUNAL - 672A - 1144.5... [MANSLAUGHTER]
SCANNING...
JUDICIALLY CLEARED...


SERVICE MEMBER: TALBOT [STATUS: APPROVED] - TAG: VETERAN

RANK-TAGGING...
- TALBOT [WA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 
NAME
Jefferson Hollow

AGE
20


APPEARANCE
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Jefferson has brownish hair and his eyes are green, more information has not been documented since Jefferson refuses to take of his gas mask, when asked for a description of his face he said “my grandmother would always say I wasn’t allowed to eat at the table, because dogs ate on the floor.” he was druged and his mask was removed, picture above shows him without mask


GENERAL DESCRIPTION

Jefferson hollow comes from the very prestigious Hollow family who has had members in office and the party even before the civil war, Jefferson on the other hand is more of a black sheep, he has always been shoved under the table by his family and is regarded as a family embarrassment, two months ago the patriarch of the family Johannes asked for Jefferson to be moved to the watch, being in need of men and Jefferson’s dads high position he was accepted into training.

Jefferson is an eccentric person to say the least, no politics never quite suited the young man, instead what fascinated him was the world, the weird and why it was there, and most importantly how to kill them. At a young age Jefferson showed quite the talent at biology, many times he was found experimenting on rabbits and other small creatures to test out his theories. Jefferson is very abrasive saying what ever comes to his mind even if it is extremely insulting,


TIME IN SERVICE
2 months


WEAPONS
(bolt rifle, revolver, First Aid Kit)
 
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[He would be ordered to take off his gas mask, unfortunately.]


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POSSIBLE MATCH: SOCIAL DEVIANCY TAG - 212FP - 2951.4...
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ADMISSIBLE...


SERVICE MEMBER: HOLLOW [STATUS: APPROVED]

RANK-TAGGING...
- HOLLOW [JWA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 
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NAME
Gabriella Green

AGE
24

APPEARANCE
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GENERAL DESCRIPTION


Protector - Traditional - Revolutionary Timebomb

Green is, at first glance, a woman of tradition. She prays to a God she doesn't even know the name of daily. She constantly carries an old but well-maintained heirloom of a butterfly knife. The ways in which she prepares her food, treats her home, values her possessions, and carries herself are all derived from the close-knit community culture of the (former) commune she was born into.

But, in truth, she places her trust in tradition in order to rein in her dangerous flair for the dramatic. When the old ways are insufficient, she's quick to spark an overdramatic change, one which almost always tests how far one can go while still being considered "reasonable." And with the world's current trajectory, an overdramatic, unreasonable change may be necessary in order to protect her community.

But she's not dumb enough to voice her complaints. She takes them out on mutants instead.

TIME IN SERVICE
3 Months

WEAPONS
Shotgun, Revolver, Butterfly Knife​
 
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CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...

SERVICE MEMBER: GREEN [STATUS: APPROVED]

RANK-TAGGING...
- GREEN [JWA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 
NAME
Charles "Black-Eye" McCallaster

AGE
29

APPEARANCE
The very first thing you notice about Charles is the long scar that goes across his left cheek. The second thing you notice is the eye on that side has no iris, a dark black pupil taking up most of his eye. His colored eye is a deep, dark blue, the color of the sea on a cool winter morning. His hair is dark black, but uncharacteristic streaks of grey make their way throughout it. Charles is a towering figure, about 6'3 in height, which, combined with his stern facial features, makes him an intimidating image.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION

Charles had a tumultuous childhood, but that's all he'll ever tell others. The most his acquaintances know of his pre-military days comes from the occasional anecdote, usually comedic, and probably false. He became a Watchmen at 18, desperate to get away from home. Those that knew him in his early days (that didn't eventually die) knew him as a quiet kid, keeping to himself most of the time. This quiet demeanor and devotion to his work/studies were for the better, as he became acknowledged for his steady, accurate shots (part of the irony of his name) and willing attitude. As more was demanded of him, he opened up more, and he was known to help knew recruits improve their craft. His name became commonplace in the Watch as an example of someone a stranger to the fight rising up against the odds. His quiet demeanor was replaced with a kind, and occasionally humorous one, but he would be known to be quite erratic at times. He disliked some of the Autumn Party's decisions, but never has any need to speak his mind.

TIME IN SERVICE
11 years.

WEAPONS
Bolt Rifle, Revolver, Grenade
 

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STATE ORGAN TAG - WATCHMEN

CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...

SERVICE MEMBER: MCCALLASTER [STATUS: APPROVED] - TAG: OLDWATCH

RANK-TAGGING...
- MCCALLASTER [SWA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 
NAME
Wayne Thickard

AGE
28

APPEARANCE
An ugly, balding man, whatever hair he has left is black in color. He has brown eyes a slightly crooked nose.
Wayne's back aches with pain and has left him with poor posture, he is not glamorous to look at.
His hands writhe with callus from the years of hard work in his long gone factory.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION
Wayne had his beginnings as a humbled, impoverished factory worker. His lungs weathered with the smoke and fumes, years of heavy labor strained his muscles inside filthy, squalid conditions for long hours only to receive meager pay. It was a stable system that could keep Wayne fed for most days, or so he thought. During the war, his factory was subject to bombardment, and such treatment had left it a smoking ruin.

His home was also shelled in the conflict, threatening him with despair and as such forced him to seek asylum in a refugee camp. Despite a place to rest at night, various illnesses and disease was rampant in his new home and he was forced to starve most nights. Malcontent with his treatment in the camp, he decided to slip out one night, until he encountered a recruitment post for the Watch, under the impression that it was simple guard duty and with the allure of a stable food source, he applied.

Wayne Thickard is an austere, forward individual.
Desolate, grimy factories and refineries didn't leave much room for elaborate discussion, after all.

He values hard-work and reliability in others, and is forthcoming and obedient to those who, at least in his eyes, are worthy of respect.
He seeks kinship in his comrades-in-arms, and cares for them. Anything else be damned.
He is brash and prone to follow his instincts rather than analyzing a situation for the optimal course of action.

At the end of the day, he wants to pull through anything that needs to be completed and remain in one piece alongside his brethren, in this ever bleak world he finds himself in.

TIME IN SERVICE
2 years.

WEAPONS
Shotgun, pistol, industrial handaxe
 
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CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...

SERVICE MEMBER: THICKARD [STATUS: APPROVED]

RANK-TAGGING...
- THICKARD [WA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 
NAME
Rogar Klein

AGE
31

APPEARANCE
A 5'11 male who is entirely bald, with extensive grey tattoos covering his head. His eyes twitch occasionally, fingers trailing pouches across his waist and chest.

His body is wracked with light shrapnel scars, and he's missing three fingers: One index, and both his pinkies: An Eight-Ball prison style tattoo is visible on his right pec.

"DONT SHOOT ME" is plastered across his backpack, a cog-style imprint on the bag.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock on the charge gives the man time to think. He's got sixty seconds to decide how he wants to spend the rest of his life: Which, so happens to be sixty seconds.

His mind trails back to his childhood: Sick and tired of the rules, the man had gone off on his own early in life: At first, he used it as a liberty to express himself: Nobody gets mad at the pyromaniac when they burn down an abandoned shack. His early life was entirely just "I dont like you, so I'm going to burn your house down." Not quite intending to kill, but hey.

Forty seconds. He moves to his less-ancient history: His role as a tunnel rat: Climbing into tight spaces to defuse explosives, or recover resources that nobody else could: This gave him experience in getting to where people dont want him to go: And his wirey frame assists this.

Thirty seconds. His enlistment into the mutant hunters: He enjoyed their screams when the glorious drum of the dynamite blew them to ash. He'd always been fond of explosives-- And, by extension, fire. He had fun.

Fifteen seconds. He stopped thinking, for a while: He remembered a line from his father. "When life gives you lemons, shoot life: Who the fuck gives people lemons?"

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

...

...

Oh. I guess it's fine. The man sighed. He'd hoped he could finally have a day off due to the shrapnel wounds, but oh well. With a heave, he gets to work.

TIME IN SERVICE
5 years.

WEAPONS
1x, Pistol, x1 10-stick box of Dynamite, x1 Trench-Shotgun Bayonet
 
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STATE ORGAN TAG - WATCHMEN

CIVIC INTEGRITY CHECK: SCANNING... SEDITION, SEXODEVIANCE, LOYALTY COI, COMMON CRIMES DATABASE, ANTHROPOCENTRIC INTEGRITY CHECK...
POSSIBLE MATCH: PYCHOLOGICAL EVALUATION - 900HL - 6315.4...
SCANNING...
ADMISSIBLE...

SERVICE MEMBER: KLEIN [STATUS: APPROVED] - TAG: OLDWATCH

RANK-TAGGING...
- KLEIN [WA]


SERVICE SCAN COMPLETE. ::>
 

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