Redriak
04-13-2010, 11:20 AM
The Barrens of Serenity RP
http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/5749/barrens.jpg (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=3539)
[ IC Thread (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?p=220319#poststop) ]
They all thought that prosperity would meet them in the future. All of the world looked forward to what was to come - to the Utopia that it would be.
That was before The War. Before each and every nation loosed their most powerful weapon on the world, eradicating nearly every single scrap of life on the planet. It was a miracle, but small colonies of people managed to survive. After the carnage of The War, the colonies were the only things left. But the world somehow managed to crawl on its hands and knees until it could pull itself up onto its own two legs and walk by itself. It began walking at a hobble, but nevertheless, it was a walk.
This is where our story begins. At the dawn of a new age, where the Technology of Old mingles with the Innovations of New to create a new world, the world after The War. A world where computers and holograms exist, but vehicles and airplanes and armored tanks are no longer seen.
This tale begins in a small town named Utopia, among the wastelands of what was once central Texas, cheerfully nicknamed the Barrens of Serenity. The countryside has taken on a look of peace - serenity, some might call it, but it is a deceptive sight. Danger lurks behind every corner. Bandits, monsters, and sandstorms threaten to leave travelers dying or penniless in the desert. Though society is beginning to reform, there is still chaos threatening to break the world's kneecaps, forcing it back to the crawl it had taken on after The War.
The small flourishing society of Utopia is on a steady ascent, its economy and limits growing outward as time goes on.
There is, however, a complication.
From out of the desert emerges a traveler. He has no name, and he does not show his face. He dresses in a black suit, wearing a black mask.
But he changes absolutely everything.
Within seconds of the man’s arrival, at the snap of his fingers, the entire town is obliterated. Consumed completely in a raging fire that seemed to have no starting point, and no ending point. The entire town is simply consumed. Nothing is left except for the smoldering ruins and the few people in the town who managed to survive.
Now, as the Nameless Man leaves the town and disappears into the night, you, the survivors of the destruction of Utopia, manage to escape the wreckage of the city and flee into the Barrens of Serenity.
It is here, in the unforgiving desert, where you must find a way to survive.
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There will be two kinds of characters, bandits and survivors. The survivors will start as they leave the wreckage into the desert. The bandits will start at their hideout(more info at the bandit character sheet).
SURVIVOR CHARACTER SHEET
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Other:(Includes salvaged items, general abilities, etc.)
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Bandit Gangs:
In the Barrens, there are three separate gangs. The first of these gangs is the Lone Star gang. The Lone Star gang believes solely in profit - take no prisoners, leave no survivors. Due to this policy, it has been rumored that the Lone Star gang doesn't exist, though these rumors had largely been repressed by the single star cut into the forehead of each victim of the gang. Ruthless. That is the word to describe the Lone Star gang.
The second of these gangs is the Houston gang. The Houston gang believes in the preservation of history. They are well-known as the thieves of relics and history books relating to life during and before The War. They believe in the return to the days before The War, in changing society back to the way it once was. They will seldom take prisoners, though they don't have the same ruthless policies of the Lone Star gang. They have often been dubbed the 'Curators' of the Barrens.
The third is the Rio gang. It believes simply in survival and brotherhood. Their tight-knit community may be the kindest of the three, but they are still fierce fighters. They are known for taking prisoners and recruiting the strongest of them, but the likelihood is entirely based on luck and chance. Often they will ransom or execute huge amounts of prisoners, depending upon whether they can receive a profit. They are also often called 'The Brotherhood'. Though they may seem more benevolent in their ways, they can also be vicious and merciless if the moment demands it. Because of these things, The Brotherhood is both the oldest, largest, and most feared and respected of the three gangs.
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BANDIT CHARACTER SHEET
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Gang: (Lone Star, Houston, Rio)
Equipment:
Appearance:
Bio:
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Characters:
SURVIVORS:
Username: Livlaffluv
Name: Alli Peckok
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's tall and has a good shaped body, her body is also tanned a good color. She has short dirty blonde hair that is always kept in a small bob, though sometimes its put in pig-tails. She has a streak through it that is a royal purple, her favorite color, and sometimes she wears her hair in crazy colors, this is usually only on special occasions, though. Her clothes are low-cut and fun and she likes to wear long boots. Her eyes are a hazel but usually look like amethsyt orbs. She also always takes around her two dogs, a small Papion and large Golden Retriever.
Bio: When Alli was young her father had been killed by bandits and her mother was taken as one of their captives. Alli tought herself how gun-fu (how to use a gun, obviously :P) and kung-fu. She also tought herself how to use a long sword. After a few weeks of training, she felt she was ready... And she was.
Alli killed four of the five bandits, and the other one got deathly hurt. He begged mercy and swore across his heart that he'd never do such a thing again. Alli let him go, and nobody knows where he's now.
Alli moved to Utopia and changed her name (her old name was Mysti) and took a whole new personality and way of life. Before, she always wore clothes that covered her body and they used to be plain colors. She had always dyed her hair brown and kept it long... If anyone looked at her now they would be barely able to guess she was the same girl. She also bought two dogs to accompany her on her different adventures.
Now, Alli is stuck with the other survivors but she doesn't mind... It gives her a new life. Clean slate, starting from the beginning, Alli is actually happy with where she is in her life.
Other: (salvaged items) Her two dogs, a small gun, and a knife. She also salvaged three outfits and her sewing kit. She found some make-up and a set of dying materials so she can change her hair around... She doesn't even know if they're hers but she found, and took, them anyways. No one ever told her she wasn't allowed to steal. (general abilities) Well, she knows how to use guns, swords, knives, and can kick someone around easily. She tought herself how to get in tight spaces and somehow tends to be able to open anything (even when strongly locked) very easily. Her survivor skills are fine, for she was on a TV show a while back for teenagers who all worked together to survive on an island.
Username: Shifty
Name: Patrick Nellson
Age: 22
Gender: male
Appearance: 6’3”, brown-blonde hair kept around mid length, Caucasian. Light blue, almost gray, eyes. Thin, muscular, but not bulging. “Wiry” build.
Bio: Patrick was always a loner. His father and his mother were often gone at work, so he learned to take care of himself. He lost both of his parents in when their house collapsed, but it hardly even fazed him. Even so, he has natural morals, and avoids conflict when it is unnecessary. He also learned to be cautious as a child and doesn’t trust people unless they prove themselves to be trustworthy. His tendency to avoid people often leads to some awkwardness in casual conversations. Even so, he doesn’t lack initiative and will often participate in discussions that affect everyone in the group. Often the optimist, he tried to look at the destruction of Utopia as the end of one opportunity and the beginning of another. He loves challenges of all kinds, but doesn't like to show off. Patrick is also fond of hunting and is a crack shot, and often tinkers with his rifle
Other: (personal items) light gray trench coat/duster, 9mm beretta M9, 30.06 caliber Springfield bolt action rifle w/scope (handed down through generations in his family), hunting knife, water canteen, dusty blue polo shirt, dirt covered blue jeans, satchel bag, green-gray hiking boots, sunglasses.
Username: Bluemoon
Name:Katherine Coombs "Kat"
Age:28
Gender:female
Appearance:Kat is 5'6" with dark brown hair hanging just to her shoulders. She is slender with striking greenish-blue eyes. On her right cheek is a fresh gash--the result of escaping the wreckage of Utopia. She is wearing torn blue jeans and a once white silken button-up shirt over a black tank top. On her feet are scuffed navy blue cowboy boots.
Bio:Kat was the eldest daughter of the mayor of Utopia. Use to a life of luxury (as it were in the days after The War) she was fortunate enough to be in the bowels of their grand home when the traveler arrived and destroyed the town. Crawling and dragging her way up to the first floor of their home, she discovered nothing but ash and death surrounding her. With nothing but the clothes on her back, she worked her way out from the rubble of the once prospering town. Now facing the inhospitable desert, Kat faces her biggest challenge yet--a life that won't be handed to her on a silver platter.
Other: Due to conflict of interest, namely hers, Kat never married. She is very stubborn and loves a good argument. She is use to having things her way, thanks to a doting father, and doesn't take kindly to being told "no".
Username: Ashtonkish
Name: Zachary Allen
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zachary is 6'1, black-haired, and Caucasian. His body-type is tone; His eyes are brown. He keeps his hair fairly short and out of the way, like any average man.
Bio: Zachary was born to a doctor father, and a physicist mother. His parents valued education over all. His mother acted as his teacher, and taught him everything she knew. Zachary was always surrounded around many books, and often suspected his parents were heavy into the Houston gang's dealings and workings.
His father left Utopia to go off and help others, and Zachary took over the Clinic in town. His mother was killed in the destruction, and it was an intense blow to him. He often has random bouts of depression due to the fact.
Zachary's current goal is to find his father.
Other (Main items on person): A back-pack of all the medical equipment he could save or get his hands on; His glasses; A dirty white T-Shirt; Tan cargo pants; Light tan Jacket with multiple pockets; Fingerless gloves; Hiking boots; Combat knife; S&W M&P compact.
Username: Maple
Name: Bailey Byrd
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Appearance: A tall, slender and dark-skinned woman with long, whispy black hair. She is seldom seen without a weathered cowboy hat that adds to her impressive height, while her brown eyes usually hide behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
Bio: Bailey Byrd, born Maya Robbins, originally belonged to the Rio gang, but her mother escaped the Brotherhood in order to rescue her daughter from a life of constant danger. They took new names and settled in Utopia, where "Bailey" had a fairly peaceful childhood. But when she was 15, her mother vanished, leaving behind a letter stating only that she had to leave Utopia for the safety of them both. Bailey was then adopted into the family of her best friend, a boy her age named Reese Cannon. Her origin led her to a fascination with gangs and crime, and while Bailey at first contemplated following her mother back to the Brotherhood, she eventually took the opposite course and became a town sheriff. She and Reese married young and had a son, David, but the marriage ended badly and Bailey and David moved across town. As David grew and became more independent, Bailey began spending her free time wandering the desert with her dog, Rose. She was on one of these walks when Utopia was destroyed, along with everyone and everything she called home... except for her dog and her trusty pistol.
Other: Bailey is adept at hand-to-hand combat and gunfighting, and she has also acquired some detective skills from being a sheriff. She's also picked up a few survival skills over the years, which will soon be put to the ultimate test... As for resources, she's never far from her pistol, or her 6-year-old female Doberman mix named Rose. She also keeps a pocket knife and a canteen of fresh water at hand, but other than that she likes to travel light.
Username: Shifty
Name: Bertram "Mouse" Matheson
Age: 27
Gender: male
Appearance: 5'1". short, cropped blond hair. mousy looking face, thin build, almost sickly looking. Beady brown eyes.
Bio: Mouse was abandoned early on in life and learned to live on the streets. At an early age he got into crime. He quickly learned to be quick, sneaky, and clever. He is a great thief and pickpocket. He gained a reputation for being able to sneak into any house and rob anyone in Utopia. The only problem was the mayor's house. The security was always too tight, and he couldn't break in without being seen. Finally, he created a plan. He was able to get inside, but that was right as the house began falling apart. he was caught inside. He woke up some time later, coughing, bloody, and with ash and dust covering his body. He was barely able to crawl out and look at the destruction around him. He didn't even know what to think. He just noticed a girl not too far away, but he didn't do anything but think about what had just happened.
Other: Cargo pants, torn leather jacket, black t-shirt, old tennis shoes, a cracked pair of goggles. lock-picking gear, pocket knife, small backpack (torn up), 15 feet of rope.
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BANDITS:
Username: Higurashi (or Higs)
Name: Matthew (Gunslinger) Fredricks
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Dual .45 Caliber Six shot Revolvers, Combat knife, compass, Protective Desert Clothing, Wide brim cowboy hat.
Appearance: http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:IF5On2HmpOiqzM:http://www.gamespond.net/files/image/gunslinger.jpg
Bio: Not much is know about the Infamous Gunslinger from the Rio gang, though most say it is odd that he chose the Rio gang. He appeared out of the desert one day and proved his worth in a series of near impossible marksmanship tasks. He joined the Rio gang and as stood as their main hitman for some years now.
Username:Redriak
Name: Darius
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Thrax (A huge battle axe crafted from the bone of what was the alpha pharon of the Barrens, a huge bison-like creature, made obscenely large and strong by the nuclear fallout remaining after The War. Its blade is crafted from iron mined far north of The Barrens, brought to the region by traders), Christo (A gold-plated six-shooter from the days before The War. Stolen from the vault of the Houston Gang. It is known for its uncanny accuracy and immense value. Darius carries it with deadly aim and reflex.)
Appearance: Darius is a rugged man, often seen in his trademark dusty brown fedora, black overcoat and pants. He also wears brown, worn-out boots. His blue eyes and scruffy brown hair can always be seen from under his hat. He carries Thrax on his back and Christo in its holster at his side. His left hand’s ring finger is always decorated with a simple gold ring, from his marriage. On his right hand, he is missing his pinky from a fight with a Barrens-Slider, a snake-like creature that has grown exponentially due to nuclear fallout.
Bio: Darius was born into the Rio gang. As he grew up, he became deeply woven into The Brotherhood, gaining trust from every member of the gang. Thus, when he came of age, he was easily chosen as the leader of the Rio gang. The most influential part of Darius’s life was his marriage. He quickly fell in love with a woman of the gang, and they soon married. There was, however, a tragedy. One night, the Lone Star gang raided the hideout of the Rio gang and killed many, many people, including Darius’s wife. After that day, Darius has forever held a grudge against the Lone Star gang, and refuses to take them as prisoners.
Username: spirits breath
Name: Mikhail Dorean
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: "Vulture" (a large sniper rifle that is craftily forged using the bones of a large vulture as the design. By the stock is a standard wooden stock, layered in an array of feathers that now conceals the wood. By the trigger and magazine are the vultures legs and claws. The barrel runs underneath the spine, with the rib cage acting as a tripod. At the end of the sniper's barrel lies the head of the vulture and the barrel sticks out of the beaks opening.)
"Screeching Falcon/ blue jay" ( a revolver with a thick base, holding a spare clip behind the actual cartridge. The gun is a bright blue color adorned with many feathers like "Vulture" is. Sharing a similar design, this hand gun is semi-automatic or burst. Coupled with the muzzle that hums after the bullet passes imitating a falcon screeching. It holds a clip of 15 bullets)
"Snapping Croc" A 6 inch blade, that uses metal lined teeth of an alligator as the ribbed tip to sheer away flesh and potentially bone. The blade is a green machete with a small pointed bone that can be removed from the bottom.
Water canteen made out of the stomach of the vulture that adorns his sniper.
A visor that needs it's wires to be repaired instead of being held together by his hand just to see in the dark for a minute max before he loses the location and has to find the connection plate again.
Appearance: A rather small built frame of a Caucasian male with a farmers tan is the quickest way to describe him. Or looking at what he wears would make one think he was a bit nuts. His shoes are small steel toed boots, bumped up in the center. He has deliberately covered them in small feathers of various colors. His pants are tight at the legs, but loosen up a bit up at his waist and groin, made out of a skinned alligator with the scales still on it, save a few areas where the scales have been chipped away.
He wears a normal white shirt at times, but usually always has with him what he likes to call his "lucky vest" Made out of leather and embedded with several red, blue,black, white and near brown feathers, in a design that is mainly white, with black diamonds in the center and goes back to the random pattern of reds and blues to his spine made of the brown feathers that hang off of his shirt past his waist.
He sports a hempen necklace with a small birds talon on it, grasped around a red jewel.
His eyes are a deep blue, with dark brown hair, near black. He has a full beard, shaved to a small scruffy amount.
His headpiece is one modeled like a old indian tribes, small bones consist the banding, and the crocodile used for his pants, the end of the tail is mounted above his large ponytail.
Bio: Always a fan of being outside and usually the one left alone for extended times as his parents went away. He had a small pet falcon, locked away in it's cage stuck at his home like he was. That is where he began to act a bit differently. He spent his time entertaining himself by mimicking the birds movements and easily able to make high pitched shouts as a child, losing that as he aged.
He later found an interest shooting a hunting rifle at a small target with his uncle David who also seemed a little loony when it came to throwing out images on what to shoot and how to shoot. Let alone begin Mikhail's trip to how he is now.
Spending roughly a year trying to map out a region with several birds and very little human contact, he began to outfit himself with natures protection, claiming it was "true protection" and "what he should be wearing" when he finally returned to civilization in the Rio gang. While gradually getting used to being with individuals who hold such a bond that went past death helped with getting used to people. Except he still enjoyed the comforts of the several feathers, still thinking that they can protect him from anything and that just maybe he can become one with the birds in his next life.
Username: Ushima
Name: Michael Cross
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Black Jack (A knife that has a seven inch solid black blade and two inch handle. The entire blade, both sides, are serrated. A guard covers the handle, making it function as a brass knuckle as well.) Lucky 7 (A seven chambered solid gray revolver with a black handle. Etched on the sides of the barrel is the phrase 'Come On Lucky 7!' A seven was scratched into the handle on both sides, its gagged and non-symmetrical) 4 Aces (Four grenades. Spade is and incendiary. Diamond is frag. Heart is EMP. Club is Gas. Each grenade has the symbol on it) Royal Flush (6 kunai on his vest, 2 on his forearm)
Appearance: Michael stand at 6'2" tall. He weighs about 175 lbs. His hair, after awhile being long just past his eyes, is now buzzed. He has light blue eyes. Michael wears a dark red t-shirt with a black vest over it and black fingerless gloves. On his legs are black boxers, black jeans with a silver chain on his right side, a brown belt with his revolver ammo, black socks with black combat boots, he jeans tucked in. A k-bar is in his right boot. He wears a black duster or in other cases a tattered dark red tunic that he pulls up to bellow the nose. He often has an ammo belt around his left and right arm. Michael has roman numeral seven that someone cut into his right cheek.
Bio: Michael's home was attacked when he was eleven. He was left alive and brought into the gang. He had plans to escape, but every time he realized he had no where else to go. In the end he embraced the gang, put his heart into everything. He stole, he fought and he killed and never had a second thought against it. He rose through the ranks, becoming one of the most loyal and skilled members. He is often asked to assist on jobs, and he never refuses because he knows with every success helps Rio. It's all he has left, and he'll fight tooth and nail for it.
Username: Zyta
Name: Tanis
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Gang: Lone Star
Equipment: Triple barrel rifle, water canteen, non-perishable foods, ammunition, two hunting knives, and a pack that he carries on his back at all times outside of the base. Inside the pack includes spare clothes, a thick blanket to protect him from vicious winds of scorching death (sand) and also because the night is cold in a desert.
Appearance: Slender and athletically built; does not have overbearing muscles. His body is well toned and tanned form the sun's glare. Because of his narcissism Tanis' hair is well kept, his face clean of blemish or injury, that is not part of the one scar running across his face as a sign of being a Lone Star. Somehow the scar only further enhances his pointed and sleek facial features. He is a pretty boy that could easily be mistaken for a prince; he is both tall and flexible. He wears something akin to a business suit complete with custom fedora hat.
Bio: There is no such thing as life outside of the gang for Tanis. Born and raised by two of the members, all that he knows is death, destruction, suffering, cruel laughter, evil judgment, and a passive liking for higher class living from which he has all learned with an acute determination to be the best evil bandit ever.
His name is synonymous with The End. Coyotes howl their songs about Tanis, heard on the wind only during a very chilly night where the dead are rumored to walk. He is known among the gang to feast upon the corpses of his fallen victims after torching their bodies black to the bone, says that eating the bodies of his victims gives him strength... their strength added to his own.
Name: James Earthman (Known only as Stone)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Gang: Houston
Equipment: A sniper rifle, a hunting rifle, knuckle blades, rope, water and food
Appearance: Stone is 6'2" with broad, muscular shoulders and arms. He's bald, with tribal tattoos across his neck, head, and upper back and arms. He wears a tank with a light hunting vest, and thick jeans and boots. Stone also has a pair of pilot's goggles, that hang around his neck. His skin is reddish like clay and his eyes are a vibrant green.
Bio: Stone grew up, learning everything he could about the desert. He learned to track and to fight and to predict the coming of sandstorms. His studies helped the Houston gang move about the wide barren lands and he was a natural candidate to become their leader. Now he works to collect valuable works of art and weapons to supply his gang. He's not particularly evil or villainous, but he can be ruthless when the time arises.
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Rules - Respect them.
1) No god-modding in fight scenes.
2) Respect other RPers, and the GM (Me)
3) Don't be a jerk
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Well, that's about it. Welcome to my first RP on this site.
Please begin posting character sheets quickly.
Enjoy!
http://img340.imageshack.us/img340/5749/barrens.jpg (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=3539)
[ IC Thread (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?p=220319#poststop) ]
They all thought that prosperity would meet them in the future. All of the world looked forward to what was to come - to the Utopia that it would be.
That was before The War. Before each and every nation loosed their most powerful weapon on the world, eradicating nearly every single scrap of life on the planet. It was a miracle, but small colonies of people managed to survive. After the carnage of The War, the colonies were the only things left. But the world somehow managed to crawl on its hands and knees until it could pull itself up onto its own two legs and walk by itself. It began walking at a hobble, but nevertheless, it was a walk.
This is where our story begins. At the dawn of a new age, where the Technology of Old mingles with the Innovations of New to create a new world, the world after The War. A world where computers and holograms exist, but vehicles and airplanes and armored tanks are no longer seen.
This tale begins in a small town named Utopia, among the wastelands of what was once central Texas, cheerfully nicknamed the Barrens of Serenity. The countryside has taken on a look of peace - serenity, some might call it, but it is a deceptive sight. Danger lurks behind every corner. Bandits, monsters, and sandstorms threaten to leave travelers dying or penniless in the desert. Though society is beginning to reform, there is still chaos threatening to break the world's kneecaps, forcing it back to the crawl it had taken on after The War.
The small flourishing society of Utopia is on a steady ascent, its economy and limits growing outward as time goes on.
There is, however, a complication.
From out of the desert emerges a traveler. He has no name, and he does not show his face. He dresses in a black suit, wearing a black mask.
But he changes absolutely everything.
Within seconds of the man’s arrival, at the snap of his fingers, the entire town is obliterated. Consumed completely in a raging fire that seemed to have no starting point, and no ending point. The entire town is simply consumed. Nothing is left except for the smoldering ruins and the few people in the town who managed to survive.
Now, as the Nameless Man leaves the town and disappears into the night, you, the survivors of the destruction of Utopia, manage to escape the wreckage of the city and flee into the Barrens of Serenity.
It is here, in the unforgiving desert, where you must find a way to survive.
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There will be two kinds of characters, bandits and survivors. The survivors will start as they leave the wreckage into the desert. The bandits will start at their hideout(more info at the bandit character sheet).
SURVIVOR CHARACTER SHEET
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Other:(Includes salvaged items, general abilities, etc.)
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Bandit Gangs:
In the Barrens, there are three separate gangs. The first of these gangs is the Lone Star gang. The Lone Star gang believes solely in profit - take no prisoners, leave no survivors. Due to this policy, it has been rumored that the Lone Star gang doesn't exist, though these rumors had largely been repressed by the single star cut into the forehead of each victim of the gang. Ruthless. That is the word to describe the Lone Star gang.
The second of these gangs is the Houston gang. The Houston gang believes in the preservation of history. They are well-known as the thieves of relics and history books relating to life during and before The War. They believe in the return to the days before The War, in changing society back to the way it once was. They will seldom take prisoners, though they don't have the same ruthless policies of the Lone Star gang. They have often been dubbed the 'Curators' of the Barrens.
The third is the Rio gang. It believes simply in survival and brotherhood. Their tight-knit community may be the kindest of the three, but they are still fierce fighters. They are known for taking prisoners and recruiting the strongest of them, but the likelihood is entirely based on luck and chance. Often they will ransom or execute huge amounts of prisoners, depending upon whether they can receive a profit. They are also often called 'The Brotherhood'. Though they may seem more benevolent in their ways, they can also be vicious and merciless if the moment demands it. Because of these things, The Brotherhood is both the oldest, largest, and most feared and respected of the three gangs.
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BANDIT CHARACTER SHEET
Username:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Gang: (Lone Star, Houston, Rio)
Equipment:
Appearance:
Bio:
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Characters:
SURVIVORS:
Username: Livlaffluv
Name: Alli Peckok
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: She's tall and has a good shaped body, her body is also tanned a good color. She has short dirty blonde hair that is always kept in a small bob, though sometimes its put in pig-tails. She has a streak through it that is a royal purple, her favorite color, and sometimes she wears her hair in crazy colors, this is usually only on special occasions, though. Her clothes are low-cut and fun and she likes to wear long boots. Her eyes are a hazel but usually look like amethsyt orbs. She also always takes around her two dogs, a small Papion and large Golden Retriever.
Bio: When Alli was young her father had been killed by bandits and her mother was taken as one of their captives. Alli tought herself how gun-fu (how to use a gun, obviously :P) and kung-fu. She also tought herself how to use a long sword. After a few weeks of training, she felt she was ready... And she was.
Alli killed four of the five bandits, and the other one got deathly hurt. He begged mercy and swore across his heart that he'd never do such a thing again. Alli let him go, and nobody knows where he's now.
Alli moved to Utopia and changed her name (her old name was Mysti) and took a whole new personality and way of life. Before, she always wore clothes that covered her body and they used to be plain colors. She had always dyed her hair brown and kept it long... If anyone looked at her now they would be barely able to guess she was the same girl. She also bought two dogs to accompany her on her different adventures.
Now, Alli is stuck with the other survivors but she doesn't mind... It gives her a new life. Clean slate, starting from the beginning, Alli is actually happy with where she is in her life.
Other: (salvaged items) Her two dogs, a small gun, and a knife. She also salvaged three outfits and her sewing kit. She found some make-up and a set of dying materials so she can change her hair around... She doesn't even know if they're hers but she found, and took, them anyways. No one ever told her she wasn't allowed to steal. (general abilities) Well, she knows how to use guns, swords, knives, and can kick someone around easily. She tought herself how to get in tight spaces and somehow tends to be able to open anything (even when strongly locked) very easily. Her survivor skills are fine, for she was on a TV show a while back for teenagers who all worked together to survive on an island.
Username: Shifty
Name: Patrick Nellson
Age: 22
Gender: male
Appearance: 6’3”, brown-blonde hair kept around mid length, Caucasian. Light blue, almost gray, eyes. Thin, muscular, but not bulging. “Wiry” build.
Bio: Patrick was always a loner. His father and his mother were often gone at work, so he learned to take care of himself. He lost both of his parents in when their house collapsed, but it hardly even fazed him. Even so, he has natural morals, and avoids conflict when it is unnecessary. He also learned to be cautious as a child and doesn’t trust people unless they prove themselves to be trustworthy. His tendency to avoid people often leads to some awkwardness in casual conversations. Even so, he doesn’t lack initiative and will often participate in discussions that affect everyone in the group. Often the optimist, he tried to look at the destruction of Utopia as the end of one opportunity and the beginning of another. He loves challenges of all kinds, but doesn't like to show off. Patrick is also fond of hunting and is a crack shot, and often tinkers with his rifle
Other: (personal items) light gray trench coat/duster, 9mm beretta M9, 30.06 caliber Springfield bolt action rifle w/scope (handed down through generations in his family), hunting knife, water canteen, dusty blue polo shirt, dirt covered blue jeans, satchel bag, green-gray hiking boots, sunglasses.
Username: Bluemoon
Name:Katherine Coombs "Kat"
Age:28
Gender:female
Appearance:Kat is 5'6" with dark brown hair hanging just to her shoulders. She is slender with striking greenish-blue eyes. On her right cheek is a fresh gash--the result of escaping the wreckage of Utopia. She is wearing torn blue jeans and a once white silken button-up shirt over a black tank top. On her feet are scuffed navy blue cowboy boots.
Bio:Kat was the eldest daughter of the mayor of Utopia. Use to a life of luxury (as it were in the days after The War) she was fortunate enough to be in the bowels of their grand home when the traveler arrived and destroyed the town. Crawling and dragging her way up to the first floor of their home, she discovered nothing but ash and death surrounding her. With nothing but the clothes on her back, she worked her way out from the rubble of the once prospering town. Now facing the inhospitable desert, Kat faces her biggest challenge yet--a life that won't be handed to her on a silver platter.
Other: Due to conflict of interest, namely hers, Kat never married. She is very stubborn and loves a good argument. She is use to having things her way, thanks to a doting father, and doesn't take kindly to being told "no".
Username: Ashtonkish
Name: Zachary Allen
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Zachary is 6'1, black-haired, and Caucasian. His body-type is tone; His eyes are brown. He keeps his hair fairly short and out of the way, like any average man.
Bio: Zachary was born to a doctor father, and a physicist mother. His parents valued education over all. His mother acted as his teacher, and taught him everything she knew. Zachary was always surrounded around many books, and often suspected his parents were heavy into the Houston gang's dealings and workings.
His father left Utopia to go off and help others, and Zachary took over the Clinic in town. His mother was killed in the destruction, and it was an intense blow to him. He often has random bouts of depression due to the fact.
Zachary's current goal is to find his father.
Other (Main items on person): A back-pack of all the medical equipment he could save or get his hands on; His glasses; A dirty white T-Shirt; Tan cargo pants; Light tan Jacket with multiple pockets; Fingerless gloves; Hiking boots; Combat knife; S&W M&P compact.
Username: Maple
Name: Bailey Byrd
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Appearance: A tall, slender and dark-skinned woman with long, whispy black hair. She is seldom seen without a weathered cowboy hat that adds to her impressive height, while her brown eyes usually hide behind a pair of dark sunglasses.
Bio: Bailey Byrd, born Maya Robbins, originally belonged to the Rio gang, but her mother escaped the Brotherhood in order to rescue her daughter from a life of constant danger. They took new names and settled in Utopia, where "Bailey" had a fairly peaceful childhood. But when she was 15, her mother vanished, leaving behind a letter stating only that she had to leave Utopia for the safety of them both. Bailey was then adopted into the family of her best friend, a boy her age named Reese Cannon. Her origin led her to a fascination with gangs and crime, and while Bailey at first contemplated following her mother back to the Brotherhood, she eventually took the opposite course and became a town sheriff. She and Reese married young and had a son, David, but the marriage ended badly and Bailey and David moved across town. As David grew and became more independent, Bailey began spending her free time wandering the desert with her dog, Rose. She was on one of these walks when Utopia was destroyed, along with everyone and everything she called home... except for her dog and her trusty pistol.
Other: Bailey is adept at hand-to-hand combat and gunfighting, and she has also acquired some detective skills from being a sheriff. She's also picked up a few survival skills over the years, which will soon be put to the ultimate test... As for resources, she's never far from her pistol, or her 6-year-old female Doberman mix named Rose. She also keeps a pocket knife and a canteen of fresh water at hand, but other than that she likes to travel light.
Username: Shifty
Name: Bertram "Mouse" Matheson
Age: 27
Gender: male
Appearance: 5'1". short, cropped blond hair. mousy looking face, thin build, almost sickly looking. Beady brown eyes.
Bio: Mouse was abandoned early on in life and learned to live on the streets. At an early age he got into crime. He quickly learned to be quick, sneaky, and clever. He is a great thief and pickpocket. He gained a reputation for being able to sneak into any house and rob anyone in Utopia. The only problem was the mayor's house. The security was always too tight, and he couldn't break in without being seen. Finally, he created a plan. He was able to get inside, but that was right as the house began falling apart. he was caught inside. He woke up some time later, coughing, bloody, and with ash and dust covering his body. He was barely able to crawl out and look at the destruction around him. He didn't even know what to think. He just noticed a girl not too far away, but he didn't do anything but think about what had just happened.
Other: Cargo pants, torn leather jacket, black t-shirt, old tennis shoes, a cracked pair of goggles. lock-picking gear, pocket knife, small backpack (torn up), 15 feet of rope.
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BANDITS:
Username: Higurashi (or Higs)
Name: Matthew (Gunslinger) Fredricks
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Dual .45 Caliber Six shot Revolvers, Combat knife, compass, Protective Desert Clothing, Wide brim cowboy hat.
Appearance: http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:IF5On2HmpOiqzM:http://www.gamespond.net/files/image/gunslinger.jpg
Bio: Not much is know about the Infamous Gunslinger from the Rio gang, though most say it is odd that he chose the Rio gang. He appeared out of the desert one day and proved his worth in a series of near impossible marksmanship tasks. He joined the Rio gang and as stood as their main hitman for some years now.
Username:Redriak
Name: Darius
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Thrax (A huge battle axe crafted from the bone of what was the alpha pharon of the Barrens, a huge bison-like creature, made obscenely large and strong by the nuclear fallout remaining after The War. Its blade is crafted from iron mined far north of The Barrens, brought to the region by traders), Christo (A gold-plated six-shooter from the days before The War. Stolen from the vault of the Houston Gang. It is known for its uncanny accuracy and immense value. Darius carries it with deadly aim and reflex.)
Appearance: Darius is a rugged man, often seen in his trademark dusty brown fedora, black overcoat and pants. He also wears brown, worn-out boots. His blue eyes and scruffy brown hair can always be seen from under his hat. He carries Thrax on his back and Christo in its holster at his side. His left hand’s ring finger is always decorated with a simple gold ring, from his marriage. On his right hand, he is missing his pinky from a fight with a Barrens-Slider, a snake-like creature that has grown exponentially due to nuclear fallout.
Bio: Darius was born into the Rio gang. As he grew up, he became deeply woven into The Brotherhood, gaining trust from every member of the gang. Thus, when he came of age, he was easily chosen as the leader of the Rio gang. The most influential part of Darius’s life was his marriage. He quickly fell in love with a woman of the gang, and they soon married. There was, however, a tragedy. One night, the Lone Star gang raided the hideout of the Rio gang and killed many, many people, including Darius’s wife. After that day, Darius has forever held a grudge against the Lone Star gang, and refuses to take them as prisoners.
Username: spirits breath
Name: Mikhail Dorean
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: "Vulture" (a large sniper rifle that is craftily forged using the bones of a large vulture as the design. By the stock is a standard wooden stock, layered in an array of feathers that now conceals the wood. By the trigger and magazine are the vultures legs and claws. The barrel runs underneath the spine, with the rib cage acting as a tripod. At the end of the sniper's barrel lies the head of the vulture and the barrel sticks out of the beaks opening.)
"Screeching Falcon/ blue jay" ( a revolver with a thick base, holding a spare clip behind the actual cartridge. The gun is a bright blue color adorned with many feathers like "Vulture" is. Sharing a similar design, this hand gun is semi-automatic or burst. Coupled with the muzzle that hums after the bullet passes imitating a falcon screeching. It holds a clip of 15 bullets)
"Snapping Croc" A 6 inch blade, that uses metal lined teeth of an alligator as the ribbed tip to sheer away flesh and potentially bone. The blade is a green machete with a small pointed bone that can be removed from the bottom.
Water canteen made out of the stomach of the vulture that adorns his sniper.
A visor that needs it's wires to be repaired instead of being held together by his hand just to see in the dark for a minute max before he loses the location and has to find the connection plate again.
Appearance: A rather small built frame of a Caucasian male with a farmers tan is the quickest way to describe him. Or looking at what he wears would make one think he was a bit nuts. His shoes are small steel toed boots, bumped up in the center. He has deliberately covered them in small feathers of various colors. His pants are tight at the legs, but loosen up a bit up at his waist and groin, made out of a skinned alligator with the scales still on it, save a few areas where the scales have been chipped away.
He wears a normal white shirt at times, but usually always has with him what he likes to call his "lucky vest" Made out of leather and embedded with several red, blue,black, white and near brown feathers, in a design that is mainly white, with black diamonds in the center and goes back to the random pattern of reds and blues to his spine made of the brown feathers that hang off of his shirt past his waist.
He sports a hempen necklace with a small birds talon on it, grasped around a red jewel.
His eyes are a deep blue, with dark brown hair, near black. He has a full beard, shaved to a small scruffy amount.
His headpiece is one modeled like a old indian tribes, small bones consist the banding, and the crocodile used for his pants, the end of the tail is mounted above his large ponytail.
Bio: Always a fan of being outside and usually the one left alone for extended times as his parents went away. He had a small pet falcon, locked away in it's cage stuck at his home like he was. That is where he began to act a bit differently. He spent his time entertaining himself by mimicking the birds movements and easily able to make high pitched shouts as a child, losing that as he aged.
He later found an interest shooting a hunting rifle at a small target with his uncle David who also seemed a little loony when it came to throwing out images on what to shoot and how to shoot. Let alone begin Mikhail's trip to how he is now.
Spending roughly a year trying to map out a region with several birds and very little human contact, he began to outfit himself with natures protection, claiming it was "true protection" and "what he should be wearing" when he finally returned to civilization in the Rio gang. While gradually getting used to being with individuals who hold such a bond that went past death helped with getting used to people. Except he still enjoyed the comforts of the several feathers, still thinking that they can protect him from anything and that just maybe he can become one with the birds in his next life.
Username: Ushima
Name: Michael Cross
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Gang: Rio
Equipment: Black Jack (A knife that has a seven inch solid black blade and two inch handle. The entire blade, both sides, are serrated. A guard covers the handle, making it function as a brass knuckle as well.) Lucky 7 (A seven chambered solid gray revolver with a black handle. Etched on the sides of the barrel is the phrase 'Come On Lucky 7!' A seven was scratched into the handle on both sides, its gagged and non-symmetrical) 4 Aces (Four grenades. Spade is and incendiary. Diamond is frag. Heart is EMP. Club is Gas. Each grenade has the symbol on it) Royal Flush (6 kunai on his vest, 2 on his forearm)
Appearance: Michael stand at 6'2" tall. He weighs about 175 lbs. His hair, after awhile being long just past his eyes, is now buzzed. He has light blue eyes. Michael wears a dark red t-shirt with a black vest over it and black fingerless gloves. On his legs are black boxers, black jeans with a silver chain on his right side, a brown belt with his revolver ammo, black socks with black combat boots, he jeans tucked in. A k-bar is in his right boot. He wears a black duster or in other cases a tattered dark red tunic that he pulls up to bellow the nose. He often has an ammo belt around his left and right arm. Michael has roman numeral seven that someone cut into his right cheek.
Bio: Michael's home was attacked when he was eleven. He was left alive and brought into the gang. He had plans to escape, but every time he realized he had no where else to go. In the end he embraced the gang, put his heart into everything. He stole, he fought and he killed and never had a second thought against it. He rose through the ranks, becoming one of the most loyal and skilled members. He is often asked to assist on jobs, and he never refuses because he knows with every success helps Rio. It's all he has left, and he'll fight tooth and nail for it.
Username: Zyta
Name: Tanis
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Gang: Lone Star
Equipment: Triple barrel rifle, water canteen, non-perishable foods, ammunition, two hunting knives, and a pack that he carries on his back at all times outside of the base. Inside the pack includes spare clothes, a thick blanket to protect him from vicious winds of scorching death (sand) and also because the night is cold in a desert.
Appearance: Slender and athletically built; does not have overbearing muscles. His body is well toned and tanned form the sun's glare. Because of his narcissism Tanis' hair is well kept, his face clean of blemish or injury, that is not part of the one scar running across his face as a sign of being a Lone Star. Somehow the scar only further enhances his pointed and sleek facial features. He is a pretty boy that could easily be mistaken for a prince; he is both tall and flexible. He wears something akin to a business suit complete with custom fedora hat.
Bio: There is no such thing as life outside of the gang for Tanis. Born and raised by two of the members, all that he knows is death, destruction, suffering, cruel laughter, evil judgment, and a passive liking for higher class living from which he has all learned with an acute determination to be the best evil bandit ever.
His name is synonymous with The End. Coyotes howl their songs about Tanis, heard on the wind only during a very chilly night where the dead are rumored to walk. He is known among the gang to feast upon the corpses of his fallen victims after torching their bodies black to the bone, says that eating the bodies of his victims gives him strength... their strength added to his own.
Name: James Earthman (Known only as Stone)
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Gang: Houston
Equipment: A sniper rifle, a hunting rifle, knuckle blades, rope, water and food
Appearance: Stone is 6'2" with broad, muscular shoulders and arms. He's bald, with tribal tattoos across his neck, head, and upper back and arms. He wears a tank with a light hunting vest, and thick jeans and boots. Stone also has a pair of pilot's goggles, that hang around his neck. His skin is reddish like clay and his eyes are a vibrant green.
Bio: Stone grew up, learning everything he could about the desert. He learned to track and to fight and to predict the coming of sandstorms. His studies helped the Houston gang move about the wide barren lands and he was a natural candidate to become their leader. Now he works to collect valuable works of art and weapons to supply his gang. He's not particularly evil or villainous, but he can be ruthless when the time arises.
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Rules - Respect them.
1) No god-modding in fight scenes.
2) Respect other RPers, and the GM (Me)
3) Don't be a jerk
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Well, that's about it. Welcome to my first RP on this site.
Please begin posting character sheets quickly.
Enjoy!