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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2015 0:15:06 GMT
Name: Jackie Micar Appearance; Demeanor: Quiet, shy, nervous around people Equipment: Scrapwork Revolver, makeshift gas mask, large monkey wrench, various tools, ragged maintenance uniform, desert shawl, knife. Previous Occupation: Scavenger, maintenance worker. History: A 17 year old girl born into a life as a maintenance worker in Icarus, she has spent most of her formative years learning how to take something broken and put it back together in a way that works. She has little experience with people and even less with the outside world, her principle skills are scavenging usable components from broken machinery and making useful things out of it. She has had very little firearms practice and is unused to confrontation. The primary driving force behind her decision to take part this adventure is her desire to amount to something more than a simply maintenance worker, she hopes to escape the crushing repetitive life of fixing the same broken machine day after day.
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Post by Darko on Jul 15, 2015 22:47:43 GMT
Player Name: bosscat Name: Nathan Carter Demeanor: He is selfish, greedy, loud and impatient, traits that don't earn him many friends. His favourite weapons are relentless sarcasm and a sharp wit. He can be spontaneous and is quick to act under pressure, which has gotten him out of a lot of several bad situations... as well as gotten him into a few in the first place. Equipment: Boot knife, scrapsmith pump-action shotgun (holds 8 shells), scrapsmith hand cannon (heavy calibre revolver, holds 5 bullets), pimpin' hat, storm coat, eye protectors, bandolier for shells, thigh holster for revolver Previous Occupation: hired muscle (various) History: Nathan has drifted from job to job. Ever since he was old enough he began getting involved in increasingly dangerous work, trying his hand as a bodyguard, a bouncer for a bar, even an enforcer for the Tops for a short while, among other things. The problem is that he is never satisfied. He gets bored or sick of inadequate pay, or is inevitably fired because of his 'attitude problems'. He isn't particularly good at taking orders and doesn't have the knowledge nor the patience for anything like engineering or becoming a scrapsmith apprentice. He wants to make a lot of money as quickly as possible. He was in a bar blowing his last credits on cheap booze when he overheard a man talking to a tough-looking mercenary, propositioning a meeting in the northern hanger that promised to lead to great riches. After finishing the rest of his drink, he got up and promptly smashed his bar stool over the mercenary's head. When the merc didn't go down quite as easily as he expected, a fight ensued during which he lost a tooth. In the end he won, knocking his opponent out and staggering, blood dripping from his nose, back to the man who had been talking about the northern hanger. With a bloody smile, Nathan insisted he was the one the man should really be talking to. His little display convinced the man, and he earned an invitation. Appearance: 6'2
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Post by Lord Harrab on Jul 22, 2015 10:08:24 GMT
Character Sheet: Player Name : Lord "of Boobs" Harrab Name: Shortfuse Appearance:Demeanor: Sadomasochistic, loves violence and close range gunfights, very quick to anger. Equipment:
Scrap-smith pump action shotgun with bayonet (8 round tube), Machete, Boot knife, Militia body armor, combat harness, scrap-smith semi-auto pistol, (12 round magazine). medical kit Previous Occupation: Militia "correctional" Officer History: The Icurus's armed force/police force have three ways to deal with troublemakers, the drunken brawlers or stupid get thrown into a cell for a few days, the murderers and thieves get shot, and those who's crimes fall in between, go to Shortfuse. Not her real name of course, Shortfuse is known by her nickname only, as it takes very little to get her fired up and bloodthirsty or just plain fired up, her role in the Militia was partly a way to encourage the criminal elements to atone, or simply keep to themselves and also a quick-sure way to get bar fights to calm down in record time. A simple mention that the correctional officer has been summoned worked wonders to calm those involved, must to her frustration when she did arrive. For shortfuse is an expert in and connoisseur of pain, using blades, brute force or the occasional toxin, those sentenced to her "correctional course" are kept in agony for days, but emerge from the darkness with hardly a mark on them, at least, where it would show. To the relief of the lawful and ordinary citizens of Icarus and her superiors in the militia, she only inflicts her talents on the deserving, that means in her words, "anyone who starts shit." She is quick to point out that she does not torture, only punish and she loves firefights and brawls for the rush of excitement they give her, she also feel obligated to point out that her arts employed against the criminal elements means those areas the militia patrols are relatively crime free. In recent days she has grown bored of her duties however, causing her to wander the halls more than she should, looking for someone to happen to. Thus she heard of the group forming an expedition beyond the hulk and she eagerly joined up, leaving her job behind, but keeping most of the equipment. the world outside promised more excitement and danger, to fight, bleed and kill for survival and the chance of a big pay off at the end just making it sound all the sweeter.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 10:24:21 GMT
Well it looks like Jackie is getting some wonderful role models thus far.
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Post by TheBrobotLol on Jul 23, 2015 2:19:00 GMT
Registering interest, will post-up character details tomorrow, on bad technology right now.
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Post by Darko on Jul 23, 2015 2:28:59 GMT
Registering interest, will post-up character details tomorrow, on bad technology right now. I am very glad to see you return to the community and I hope you remain with us, I've missed you among others.
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Post by TheBrobotLol on Jul 23, 2015 2:34:46 GMT
Registering interest, will post-up character details tomorrow, on bad technology right now. I am very glad to see you return to the community and I hope you remain with us, I've missed you among others. Glad to be back, returning due to hopeful break in what has been an eventful few months, aiming to remain for a good while to come.
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Post by Draxy on Jul 23, 2015 15:42:58 GMT
Think I'll be joining in to, give me moment and I'll see about getting something in an hour or two. Stuck with only the on screen keyboard again though :/ Any idea when this'll be starting?
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Post by AegisFate on Jul 23, 2015 16:18:22 GMT
Planned start is August 3rd, mostly as it gives me a deadline to work towards instead of bullshitting around.
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Post by TheBrobotLol on Jul 25, 2015 1:14:04 GMT
Player Name: Brobot Name: Danik Kincade Appearance:
Face: cdn.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/273/995/small/portait1.jpg?1414521273 Full-gear:
Demeanor:Sardonic, calm and calculated, detached, disagreeable. Brutally effecive in a fight, be it ranged or melee. Equipment:Scrap-smith semi-automatic pistol (20-round magazine), scrap-smith sawn-off, Kukri, Scavenged Militia body armor (With helmet), utility belt (holds Kukri and other various tools), hip-holster. Previous Occupation:Scrap Dealer/Ex-Militia History:As years pass, many things become scarce and sought after, while many others cease entirely to be found at all, long-gone relics of a bygone age. There is one resource within the Icarus, however, which remains boundless and inexhaustible despite the ravages of time, the elements, and man itself. From a young age, as one must begin when living in the very depths of poverty, Kincade made a living in scrap recovery, inspection, and bartering, a grueling and arduous role matched only by its thankless and all-too-often unrewarding nature. As years passed, he ventured deeper and deeper into the Icarus' carcass, but still nothing could be found to give the whole thing real meaning, and desiring more, began searching for a brighter future. Soon, finding it agreeable to his nature, he signed up to the Militia and spent a stint of several years within the group, where his ingrained sense of justice and punishment took him far. Eventually, and perhaps inevitably, he was expulsed following several extortion and assault charges, as well as alleged connections to violent cult circles. Thrown into a cell for some scant days, he was spared more grevious punishment due to an outstanding record of service in keeping the peace through his notably effective, if brutal, methods, and capacity for violence. What followed was a long chain of aimless drifting, from a brief stretch in security, to a brutal half-year maintaining the Icarus' reactor, culminating finally right back where it began: scrap-scavenging, deep within the Icarus. Fearing a spiralling decline back to the merciless grind, he contacted what criminal contacts he still had from his Militia years, for something, anything to deliver him. When whispers returned of obscure gatherings and furtive expeditions, Kincade was more than willing, having sought his whole life for a meaning within the darkness of the bowels of the Icarus, it was only fitting he should find fufillment under the light of an alien sun.
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