» Thu May 03, 2012 4:50 am A Forgotten Land
StoryThe year is 2198, mid-December, and in the land long forgotten about by those in the south, an Alaskan town by the name of Whittier, just south of Anchorage, is about to go to war. For months, the mayor and council leaders of Whittier, have worked to negotiate and settle differences with nearby tribal clans, who aren’t too friendly to one another either; but they share Whittier as a common enemy, and so have recently focused on that. But as it is, the talks between Whittier’s leadership and the tribal’s leadership, eventually broke down after tribals were suspected of ambushing a much needed caravan shipment, to Whittier.
After the ambush incident, the talks continued for another couple of weeks, the tribals denying the attack to the very end, when finally the leadership of Whittier gave up, and declared all out war on the surrounding tribal clans, that together, very much out numbered the men and women who took up the title of Whittier Militia.
Without much help from other settlements and towns nearby, who also have trouble with the tribals, Whittier has been left to fend for itself, to take a stand against the coming horde of tribals, and fight to their dying breath. All looks bleak and hopeless for the people of Whittier, who are made up of a collection of all sorts of people, and yet the people still hold out hope and have high morale for the impending attack on their town.
People will die, lives will change, but with the determination of the people of Whittier, they’ll come out on top to fight another day.
Your Involvement
In this RP, you’re one of many militia members to take up arms to defend the town of Whittier against the impending tribal hordes. The Whittier Militia is a well organized group, and more or less, just a small mediocrely trained and armed, army of towns people. You’re one of the many group (squad) leaders, in charge of 5 NPC’s who can die if and when I choose, or by your own doing if you want. If I choose to kill off one of your NPC’s, I’ll PM you first before doing so, but just remember that it’s not the end of the world. NPC’s are replaceable at a later time. Your character will all be led by my own character, who will issue orders, and things like that to your group. You’re free to tackle the objective(s) however you like, with another player. When I issue certain things, it’s likely you’ll be doing it with another player at your side, and not just alone, so you’ll both have to plan and work together as a team, on how to achieve your mission goal(s).
However, you won’t always win, and to give some life to the other side, and make it not so void, I’ll be playing the enemy leader in battles you’re against. Like I said, you won’t always win, and you won’t always come back without a few scratches or losses here or there. But again, you won’t always lose either. It’s up to you and whoever might be with you, to realize when it’s best to call it a day and pull back or whatever, so you don't lose your entire group; which could happen if you're not careful as well.
Hopefully by giving you command of some characters, this will also give you some versatility in giving input on how the RP goes, and what directions it takes through the course of time. I’m also giving you all the chance to give input on what direction you think we should take, which you can PM me, or just post it in the OOC thread. If I like it enough, and you’ve given me good detail on your idea(s), I may consider inserting it somewhere that keeps the story fluid and continuing, so your idea(s) might not get done right away.
Map of Alaska
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http://www.yellowmaps.com/maps/img/US/base/alaska_90.jpg
Brief History of Whittier
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When the bombs dropped, Alaska wasn’t hit as horribly as the lower 48 States were, but they still felt the heat and saw the horrors of nuclear armageddon. Anchorage was left in ruins after a couple nukes hit it, sending those who hadn’t already fled from the city, to do so out into the wilds of the world. While places like Fairbanks, were instantly and completely cut off from the rest of the world.
Whittier was kept safe, and only felt the aftermath of the nuclear war, with high levels of radiation floating around in the air, dust, and snow. Lots of people from Anchorage, fled to Whittier, a lot of them dying when they got there, but plenty of others surviving, and living on to see the new world as it formed.
For months, the people of Whittier worked to eek out some sort of living in the post-nuclear world, lots more dying, but again, many surviving to continue on. Life was tough, and Whittier soon came into contact with survivors from other areas of Alaska, some of which had come back from Anchorage after finding it in ruin and bathed in radiation.
The leadership in Whittier, is a basic one, with the Mayor of the town, Mayor James Poke, acting as the overall leader, and a group of four selectively chosen townspeople, known as the Council of Four, who handle various other problems in the town, the Mayor himself can’t handle alone, or has time for.
Since, however, the bombs fell and things changed, Whittier has become a town of traders and people of skill; ranging from simple hunters, simple farmers, and even some mercenaries. But as time went on, and things began to settle a bit into what they are, the people of Whittier slowly began to rub against groups who had given up on the life in towns and cities, instead making a life for themselves as tribal-types. The two sides quickly took a dislike to one another, when Whittier tried expanding it’s food source area, and the tribal’s pushed them away from what they claimed as their own. The other settlements and towns in the area, also came into trouble with the tribals, and soon it was townsperson vs. tribal, and neither side was willing to give up what they wanted in a world that was so unforgiving.
To protect themselves, Whittier and other places, began gathering some of their people, to act as a protection force against the tribals. Neither Whittier or the other towns cared to depend on Mercenaries, seeing how they could leave at any moment, when the pay was raised by someone else, and so they kept to trusting their own. The tribals, already having come together in their own little clans, to protect themselves from the wilds of Alaska, and each other, began to set their eyes on war with the settlement and town dwellers.
And so, in 2198, the friction between the two has finally come to a peak, and the Whittier Militia is at the forefront of the tribal coalition.
Whittier was kept safe, and only felt the aftermath of the nuclear war, with high levels of radiation floating around in the air, dust, and snow. Lots of people from Anchorage, fled to Whittier, a lot of them dying when they got there, but plenty of others surviving, and living on to see the new world as it formed.
For months, the people of Whittier worked to eek out some sort of living in the post-nuclear world, lots more dying, but again, many surviving to continue on. Life was tough, and Whittier soon came into contact with survivors from other areas of Alaska, some of which had come back from Anchorage after finding it in ruin and bathed in radiation.
The leadership in Whittier, is a basic one, with the Mayor of the town, Mayor James Poke, acting as the overall leader, and a group of four selectively chosen townspeople, known as the Council of Four, who handle various other problems in the town, the Mayor himself can’t handle alone, or has time for.
Since, however, the bombs fell and things changed, Whittier has become a town of traders and people of skill; ranging from simple hunters, simple farmers, and even some mercenaries. But as time went on, and things began to settle a bit into what they are, the people of Whittier slowly began to rub against groups who had given up on the life in towns and cities, instead making a life for themselves as tribal-types. The two sides quickly took a dislike to one another, when Whittier tried expanding it’s food source area, and the tribal’s pushed them away from what they claimed as their own. The other settlements and towns in the area, also came into trouble with the tribals, and soon it was townsperson vs. tribal, and neither side was willing to give up what they wanted in a world that was so unforgiving.
To protect themselves, Whittier and other places, began gathering some of their people, to act as a protection force against the tribals. Neither Whittier or the other towns cared to depend on Mercenaries, seeing how they could leave at any moment, when the pay was raised by someone else, and so they kept to trusting their own. The tribals, already having come together in their own little clans, to protect themselves from the wilds of Alaska, and each other, began to set their eyes on war with the settlement and town dwellers.
And so, in 2198, the friction between the two has finally come to a peak, and the Whittier Militia is at the forefront of the tribal coalition.
The Whittier Militia
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Made up of men and women alike all citizens of Whittier, the Whittier Militia has no official type of military etiquette when it comes to guns and armor. “Whatever you have, you bring,” is their (unofficial) motto, no matter how bad of condition it might be in, it’ll serve some use till it won’t. They were originally formed as a group of locals, meant to mostly look out for the simple farmer’s lands, but the Whittier Militia has become much more than that, in a short period of time. Nowadays it’s duty is to defend anywhere the Mayor and Council of Four, say to defend.
However, those in the militia don’t live and eat in the militia full-time like an old world army would, the Militia is more or less a side job, called upon to do it when the time is needed. So in the meantime, the Militia members go about another job or two, to sustain them.
The ranks in the Whittier Militia, are few, seeing as they’re not a professional army like the old world, or trained to be. The ranks are as follows:
- Grunt: Your average volunteer with no authority. Trained to do all sorts of basic military things, like shoot a rifle straight, put on armor, cover, etc. Found in groups of six, plus their Group Leader.
- Group Leader: Commands over a group of five Grunts, in a Group Unit. They’re not only trained in what the Grunts are, but they make up those chosen from the trainees of Grunts, who showed the most promise, and are thus trained in extracurricular things, such as basic tactics and commanding.
- Section Commander: Commands over a larger bunch of Group Units, known as a Section, giving orders to the different Group Leaders. Like Group Leaders chosen from the most promising, Section Commanders are chosen from Group Leaders with the most promise and understanding of combat situations, and thus given command of a Section of Group Units.
However, those in the militia don’t live and eat in the militia full-time like an old world army would, the Militia is more or less a side job, called upon to do it when the time is needed. So in the meantime, the Militia members go about another job or two, to sustain them.
The ranks in the Whittier Militia, are few, seeing as they’re not a professional army like the old world, or trained to be. The ranks are as follows:
- Grunt: Your average volunteer with no authority. Trained to do all sorts of basic military things, like shoot a rifle straight, put on armor, cover, etc. Found in groups of six, plus their Group Leader.
- Group Leader: Commands over a group of five Grunts, in a Group Unit. They’re not only trained in what the Grunts are, but they make up those chosen from the trainees of Grunts, who showed the most promise, and are thus trained in extracurricular things, such as basic tactics and commanding.
- Section Commander: Commands over a larger bunch of Group Units, known as a Section, giving orders to the different Group Leaders. Like Group Leaders chosen from the most promising, Section Commanders are chosen from Group Leaders with the most promise and understanding of combat situations, and thus given command of a Section of Group Units.
Rules
1. No Uber Characters/Posts.
2. No Foresight.
3. No Arguing between each other.
4. No Character Controlling others.
5. My Word is final on any disagreement.
6. If you have a question, either PM me directly or put it in the OOC thread.
7. All Posts must be at LEAST two paragraphs long. No Less.
8. All Posts must have DETAIL and DEPTH. Nothing flat and boring.
9. Don’t just disappear from the RP. If you can’t continue, PM me before doing so.
10. If you become trouble, I’ll kick you. You get ONE(1) Warning.
11. Use Common Sense.
12. HAVE FUN!!!
Character Sheet
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Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Style:
Facial Hair:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Body Tone:
Appearance: (Any added detail if you want.)
Armor/Clothes: (No Power Armor.)
Weapons: (4 Max; No Plasma Weapons.)
Gear: (Food, Water, Meds, etc.)
Job(s): (Outside the Militia.)
Personality/Bio:
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: (5 Total. Name, Age (16+), Position (Rifleman, Sapper, Machine-gunner, etc.))
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Height:
Weight:
Hair Style:
Facial Hair:
Hair Color:
Eye Color:
Skin Color:
Body Tone:
Appearance: (Any added detail if you want.)
Armor/Clothes: (No Power Armor.)
Weapons: (4 Max; No Plasma Weapons.)
Gear: (Food, Water, Meds, etc.)
Job(s): (Outside the Militia.)
Personality/Bio:
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: (5 Total. Name, Age (16+), Position (Rifleman, Sapper, Machine-gunner, etc.))
Current List of Players/Characters
Dr. Strangelove
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Name: Samuel “Sam” Plainview
Age: 33
Race: Human/Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10
Weight: 188lb.
Hair Style: Combed Medium Length
Facial Hair: Styled Van Dyke
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Olive
Body Tone: Medium Athletic
Appearance: Sam has medium length hair that reaches just below his ears, and is nicely combed and parted to the left. He has dark piercing eyes, and a mild mannered look that’s charming and handsome. He keeps his mustache nicely trimmed and just thick enough to look like it’s been around awhile. He also keeps his little soul patch trimmed and clean, along with keeping a few thick hairs there on his chin, shaving any stray hairs around it. His olive complexion shows he’s been out in the sun quite a bit, but not too long in exposure. When he’s not in his armor, Sam often has the appearance and stature of an old world gentleman gambler, from the 1800s.
Armor/Clothes:
- Worn Black Shoes
- Black Sowed-up Slacks w/gun-belt
- White T-shirt
- White Full Sleeved Shirt w/black tie
- Black Vest
- Thick Brown Coat
- Reinforced Combat Armor w/helmet
Weapons:
- Bowie Knife
- Dynamite
- 5.56mm Pistol
- Remington Model 8 Rifle
Gear:
- Water Canteen
- Whiskey
- Pack of Cigarettes
- Pack of Cards
- InstaMash
- Brahmin Steak
- Stimpak
- Med-X
- Rad-X
- RadAway
- Map of Alaska
- Binoculars
Job: Hustler & Work Hand
Personality/Bio: Born sometime after the bombs fell, Samuel Plainview, or as he’s usually just called, Sam, has known nothing of the past world but what he’s seen in the wasteland of Alaska. He wasn’t originally from Whittier, he was born somewhere out in the wasteland, in an old cabin from what his mother told him, somewhere further north than Anchorage. For most of his life, Sam has been a hustler of sorts, all from his father’s teaching of showing him how to survive in the world, without having to always use a gun. His traveling around various towns and settlements, playing fools out of their days pay, or sometimes life earnings if they’re stupid enough to bet such a thing, has created a reputation for Sam, as a genuine card player; which is what he’s really good at. It’s also gotten him into plenty of trouble, but nothing that he hasn’t been able to walk away from in some state.
Later on in life, as he traveled some more, Sam set himself up in the town of Whittier, playing the tables of the saloon every night, and always coming away with something interesting and new besides caps. One night, he walked away with a deed on some man’s wife, but decided not to take it, seeing how women were always trouble for him.
After awhile of playing Whittier, Sam began to get anxious about staying. He felt his time was up, just as it had been in the previous towns he’d swindled and hustled. But his timing was bad, and when things with the nomadic tribals began to heat up, Sam decided to stick in Whittier to see how things went. When they started to go even worse, and the roads out of Whittier got more and more dangerous, Sam decided to stay, and even took up citizenship in the town, buying a small house near the water, with his saloon earnings.
Since his take-up in Whittier, things have gotten worse, and so has his anxiousness to move. One night, Sam’s luck even ran out at the saloon, and he was arrested for hustling one of the patrons in a game of poker. The Council of Four, who took up Sam’s judgement, gave him the two choices: either be banished from town, or join the militia to serve the town proper. The next day, Sam joined the Whittier Militia, thinking it would also be a good place for him to stretch his legs a bit, and not get shot dead on the road so easily, as if he’d chosen the banishment. Little did he expect, but all during his training, Sam caught the eye of his superiors, and soon found himself a year later, after training and more training, a Section Commander, leading an entire Section by himself.
He takes the job seriously enough, with his skills in manipulating helping him and his Section to achieve their goals, and beat the opposing team on the training courses through wits and brawn. His other job outside the Militia however, still continues to be a bit of a hustler and more narrowly, a general work hand for those who need something done.
Rank: Section Commander
Group Members:
- Ida Richardson; 28; Rifleman
- Margaret Wells; 20; Rifleman
- James Watson; 26; Sapper
- Henry Peterson; 18; Runner (assistant)
- Eugene Plats; 26; Machine-gunner
Age: 33
Race: Human/Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10
Weight: 188lb.
Hair Style: Combed Medium Length
Facial Hair: Styled Van Dyke
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Olive
Body Tone: Medium Athletic
Appearance: Sam has medium length hair that reaches just below his ears, and is nicely combed and parted to the left. He has dark piercing eyes, and a mild mannered look that’s charming and handsome. He keeps his mustache nicely trimmed and just thick enough to look like it’s been around awhile. He also keeps his little soul patch trimmed and clean, along with keeping a few thick hairs there on his chin, shaving any stray hairs around it. His olive complexion shows he’s been out in the sun quite a bit, but not too long in exposure. When he’s not in his armor, Sam often has the appearance and stature of an old world gentleman gambler, from the 1800s.
Armor/Clothes:
- Worn Black Shoes
- Black Sowed-up Slacks w/gun-belt
- White T-shirt
- White Full Sleeved Shirt w/black tie
- Black Vest
- Thick Brown Coat
- Reinforced Combat Armor w/helmet
Weapons:
- Bowie Knife
- Dynamite
- 5.56mm Pistol
- Remington Model 8 Rifle
Gear:
- Water Canteen
- Whiskey
- Pack of Cigarettes
- Pack of Cards
- InstaMash
- Brahmin Steak
- Stimpak
- Med-X
- Rad-X
- RadAway
- Map of Alaska
- Binoculars
Job: Hustler & Work Hand
Personality/Bio: Born sometime after the bombs fell, Samuel Plainview, or as he’s usually just called, Sam, has known nothing of the past world but what he’s seen in the wasteland of Alaska. He wasn’t originally from Whittier, he was born somewhere out in the wasteland, in an old cabin from what his mother told him, somewhere further north than Anchorage. For most of his life, Sam has been a hustler of sorts, all from his father’s teaching of showing him how to survive in the world, without having to always use a gun. His traveling around various towns and settlements, playing fools out of their days pay, or sometimes life earnings if they’re stupid enough to bet such a thing, has created a reputation for Sam, as a genuine card player; which is what he’s really good at. It’s also gotten him into plenty of trouble, but nothing that he hasn’t been able to walk away from in some state.
Later on in life, as he traveled some more, Sam set himself up in the town of Whittier, playing the tables of the saloon every night, and always coming away with something interesting and new besides caps. One night, he walked away with a deed on some man’s wife, but decided not to take it, seeing how women were always trouble for him.
After awhile of playing Whittier, Sam began to get anxious about staying. He felt his time was up, just as it had been in the previous towns he’d swindled and hustled. But his timing was bad, and when things with the nomadic tribals began to heat up, Sam decided to stick in Whittier to see how things went. When they started to go even worse, and the roads out of Whittier got more and more dangerous, Sam decided to stay, and even took up citizenship in the town, buying a small house near the water, with his saloon earnings.
Since his take-up in Whittier, things have gotten worse, and so has his anxiousness to move. One night, Sam’s luck even ran out at the saloon, and he was arrested for hustling one of the patrons in a game of poker. The Council of Four, who took up Sam’s judgement, gave him the two choices: either be banished from town, or join the militia to serve the town proper. The next day, Sam joined the Whittier Militia, thinking it would also be a good place for him to stretch his legs a bit, and not get shot dead on the road so easily, as if he’d chosen the banishment. Little did he expect, but all during his training, Sam caught the eye of his superiors, and soon found himself a year later, after training and more training, a Section Commander, leading an entire Section by himself.
He takes the job seriously enough, with his skills in manipulating helping him and his Section to achieve their goals, and beat the opposing team on the training courses through wits and brawn. His other job outside the Militia however, still continues to be a bit of a hustler and more narrowly, a general work hand for those who need something done.
Rank: Section Commander
Group Members:
- Ida Richardson; 28; Rifleman
- Margaret Wells; 20; Rifleman
- James Watson; 26; Sapper
- Henry Peterson; 18; Runner (assistant)
- Eugene Plats; 26; Machine-gunner
Undead Fiend
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?Name:Andrew Hill
Age:27
Race:Caucasion
Gender:Male
Height:6'1
Weight:180
Hair Style: Unsettler (Bedhead)
Facial Hair:;5 o'clock shadow
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Slightly tan
Body Tone: Slightly buff
Appearance: No extra detail
Armor/Clothes: Advanced Leather Armor
Weapons: 9mm pistol, Assault Carbine
Gear:Four Stimpacks
Job(s): Bodyguard for General Store(If that's okay.l'll change it.)
Personality/Bio:Andrew is a leader, friendly, and warm towards other people. He hasn't really had a hard life, his parents are dead now,it affected him terribly and emotionally. Andrew goes to his parents grave every month to lay flowers. His parents right before they died from natural causes, they gave him a weight set for his 27th birthday. Which is why he's slightly buff, and he's never been shot at. Andrew became the bodyguard for the General Store once he saved two people from certain death when some people tried to kill them. He shot both of the murderers with his 9mm pistol when they were about to shoot the both of two people that were about to be shot. The General Store manager saw that and he became the bodyguard for the General Store and the General Store Manager gave him a Assault Carbine. Andrew has never been shot or scarred by anything except his parents death. (If its too short or if there's spelling errors, I'll correct later on tonight. When I'm not on Dial-up Internet.)
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members: Nick Sanders, 21, Sniper. Dalton Keiser, 17, Rifleman. Jay Fill, 23, Machine-Gunner. Jason Hell, 25, Sapper Hugh Jackson, 17, rifleman.
Age:27
Race:Caucasion
Gender:Male
Height:6'1
Weight:180
Hair Style: Unsettler (Bedhead)
Facial Hair:;5 o'clock shadow
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Slightly tan
Body Tone: Slightly buff
Appearance: No extra detail
Armor/Clothes: Advanced Leather Armor
Weapons: 9mm pistol, Assault Carbine
Gear:Four Stimpacks
Job(s): Bodyguard for General Store(If that's okay.l'll change it.)
Personality/Bio:Andrew is a leader, friendly, and warm towards other people. He hasn't really had a hard life, his parents are dead now,it affected him terribly and emotionally. Andrew goes to his parents grave every month to lay flowers. His parents right before they died from natural causes, they gave him a weight set for his 27th birthday. Which is why he's slightly buff, and he's never been shot at. Andrew became the bodyguard for the General Store once he saved two people from certain death when some people tried to kill them. He shot both of the murderers with his 9mm pistol when they were about to shoot the both of two people that were about to be shot. The General Store manager saw that and he became the bodyguard for the General Store and the General Store Manager gave him a Assault Carbine. Andrew has never been shot or scarred by anything except his parents death. (If its too short or if there's spelling errors, I'll correct later on tonight. When I'm not on Dial-up Internet.)
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members: Nick Sanders, 21, Sniper. Dalton Keiser, 17, Rifleman. Jay Fill, 23, Machine-Gunner. Jason Hell, 25, Sapper Hugh Jackson, 17, rifleman.
Athell
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Name: James Matthews
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 70 kilos
Hair Style: Scruffy and unkempt
Facial Hair: None
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Color: Tanned but not excessively.
Body Tone: Slight
Appearance: Not really anything else to add.
Armor/Clothes: Leather armor
Weapons: Assault rifle, 4 frag grenades and 6 frag mines
Gear: Two bottles of purified water and a stimpack
Job(s): Works as a repairman around town
Personality/Bio: Tactical but cold, willing to do whatever it takes to complete his mission even if it means death for himself or his companions. He’s always lived in Whittier and will do whatever it takes to defend it. He prefers working behind enemy lines or helping to improve the town defences
Rank: Group leader.
Group Members: Jacob Smith, 22, Sapper. ‘Sparks’, 24, Sapper. Jessica Nate, 21, Sniper. Josh Nate, 24, Rifleman. Alex Daniels, 25, Rifleman.
Age: 26
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 70 kilos
Hair Style: Scruffy and unkempt
Facial Hair: None
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Color: Tanned but not excessively.
Body Tone: Slight
Appearance: Not really anything else to add.
Armor/Clothes: Leather armor
Weapons: Assault rifle, 4 frag grenades and 6 frag mines
Gear: Two bottles of purified water and a stimpack
Job(s): Works as a repairman around town
Personality/Bio: Tactical but cold, willing to do whatever it takes to complete his mission even if it means death for himself or his companions. He’s always lived in Whittier and will do whatever it takes to defend it. He prefers working behind enemy lines or helping to improve the town defences
Rank: Group leader.
Group Members: Jacob Smith, 22, Sapper. ‘Sparks’, 24, Sapper. Jessica Nate, 21, Sniper. Josh Nate, 24, Rifleman. Alex Daniels, 25, Rifleman.
Jbutton169
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Name: Endo Smith
Age: 32
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 14stone
Hair Style: Medium - messy
Facial Hair: None
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: White with a hint of Tan
Body Tone: Athletic shape, much like a 100m sprinter.
Appearance: [img]http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd91/adray2007/ChenXiu.png[/img]
Armor/Clothes: (No Power Armor.) Black combat armour
Weapons: (4 Max; No Plasma Weapons.) Silenced Pistol, Brush gun, Combat Knife
Gear: (Food, Water, Meds, etc.) 5 bottles of purified water and 3 stimpacks
Job(s): (Outside the Militia.) Hunter and bounty hunter
Personality/Bio: Endo is honourable and noble; he believes passionately in the greatness of his town and would defend its people to the very last. Endo craves glory, rank and riches, he will seek to take opportunities that will allow himself to be bettered but not if that opportunity puts the people of whittier in danger or any allies for that matter. He is strong willed and will never give up, he hates to retreat but in order to save the lives of others and win the battle on another day he will take that option.
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: Ace, 26, rifleman. Blaze, 22, Scout-Sniper. Bones, 18, heavy/support gunner. Ice, 28, engineer. Cobra, 24, rifleman.
Age: 32
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 14stone
Hair Style: Medium - messy
Facial Hair: None
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: White with a hint of Tan
Body Tone: Athletic shape, much like a 100m sprinter.
Appearance: [img]http://i222.photobucket.com/albums/dd91/adray2007/ChenXiu.png[/img]
Armor/Clothes: (No Power Armor.) Black combat armour
Weapons: (4 Max; No Plasma Weapons.) Silenced Pistol, Brush gun, Combat Knife
Gear: (Food, Water, Meds, etc.) 5 bottles of purified water and 3 stimpacks
Job(s): (Outside the Militia.) Hunter and bounty hunter
Personality/Bio: Endo is honourable and noble; he believes passionately in the greatness of his town and would defend its people to the very last. Endo craves glory, rank and riches, he will seek to take opportunities that will allow himself to be bettered but not if that opportunity puts the people of whittier in danger or any allies for that matter. He is strong willed and will never give up, he hates to retreat but in order to save the lives of others and win the battle on another day he will take that option.
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: Ace, 26, rifleman. Blaze, 22, Scout-Sniper. Bones, 18, heavy/support gunner. Ice, 28, engineer. Cobra, 24, rifleman.
Ranger Hawk
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Name: John Halsey
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 295
Hair Style: High and Tight (Military)
Facial Hair: Goatee
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Color: Lightly Tanned
Body Tone: Well built from years of hard heavy work
Appearance:
Armor/Clothes: Black Overalls (Think Carhartt), Beanie Covering The Ears (Once Again Carhartt style), Rare Polarized Pre-War Sunglasses/Has access to an old suit of combat armor.
Weapons: Scoped Hunting Rifle, .44 Revolver, Hunting Shotgun, Axe
Gear: Basic Survival Kit (First-Aid/Matches), Canteen of Pine Tea, Deer Jerky
Job(s): Town Carpenter/All-around Handy-Man, Local Hunter
Personality/Bio: John, the descendant of one of the many soldiers who once inhabited the area, followed in his fathers footsteps and became the town carpenter. He spent most of his childhood listening to stories passed down from his grandfather (A Combat Sapper in Anchorage during the invasion), while he and his father labored with axes and hammers to continue to build the town and maintain its old buildings. When he and his father went out to harvest trees for projects, he would teach him how to shoot and how to effectively stalk and hunt animals for food. He took over his fathers work, when he suddenly vanished one day. John is a well matured man, who appears to be very intimidating, but is gentle to the people he knows and lives with.
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: Jim-Bo 17 Sniper, Billy 22 Sniper, Gavin 23 Machine Gunner, Mike 16 Rifleman, Samantha 23 Sapper
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 295
Hair Style: High and Tight (Military)
Facial Hair: Goatee
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Grey
Skin Color: Lightly Tanned
Body Tone: Well built from years of hard heavy work
Appearance:
Armor/Clothes: Black Overalls (Think Carhartt), Beanie Covering The Ears (Once Again Carhartt style), Rare Polarized Pre-War Sunglasses/Has access to an old suit of combat armor.
Weapons: Scoped Hunting Rifle, .44 Revolver, Hunting Shotgun, Axe
Gear: Basic Survival Kit (First-Aid/Matches), Canteen of Pine Tea, Deer Jerky
Job(s): Town Carpenter/All-around Handy-Man, Local Hunter
Personality/Bio: John, the descendant of one of the many soldiers who once inhabited the area, followed in his fathers footsteps and became the town carpenter. He spent most of his childhood listening to stories passed down from his grandfather (A Combat Sapper in Anchorage during the invasion), while he and his father labored with axes and hammers to continue to build the town and maintain its old buildings. When he and his father went out to harvest trees for projects, he would teach him how to shoot and how to effectively stalk and hunt animals for food. He took over his fathers work, when he suddenly vanished one day. John is a well matured man, who appears to be very intimidating, but is gentle to the people he knows and lives with.
Rank: (Your Default: Group Leader)
Group Members: Jim-Bo 17 Sniper, Billy 22 Sniper, Gavin 23 Machine Gunner, Mike 16 Rifleman, Samantha 23 Sapper
Ant1iv3
Spoiler
Name: Wesley Cook
Age: 30
Race: Afr.-American/French
Gender: Male
Height: 6"
Weight:190lb
Hair Style: No Hair
Facial Hair: Beard w/ Goatee
Eye Color: Gray/Brown
Skin Color: Chocolate
Body Tone: Slightly imposing stature, about 75% muscle; stocky but slimmer than most his height
Appearance: Wesley is the average man's man. He just recently entered what the wasteland registers as his mid-life mark (judging as most nowadays don't live long past sixty), and it's apparent. His face sports wrinkles around the lines and forehead demo his rough, often grimly-set face. For his thirtieth birthday he chose to shave his hair off, deciding it was time for a new look. Like most his age, he is still a hard-working man, and is quite fit like the vast majority of his age group. There are scars all about his person from minor incidents while not in actual combat, the biggest from his childhood. A scar on his left leg from when he fell down a cliff-side and broke his shin on a jagged rock. He also has brown/gray eyes due to his French heritage, which are beginning to fade in hue, and can speak some French.
Armor/Clothes:
- Black Military Boots
- Tucked cargo black fatigue pants
- Long-sleeved Spandex black shirt
- Black polyester vest w/ multiple pockets and compartments
(http://i01.i.aliimg.com/photo/v0/366435865/black_military_tactical_vests.jpg)
- Elbow and Knee pads
Weapons:
- Combat Knife
- M4A1 w/ Acog/Reflex Sight (detachables)
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a7/M4A1_ACOG.jpg)
- 5.56 Pistol
Gear:
- Flask w. Water
- Pack of Cigarettes
- InstaMash
- x2 First Aid Kits (x3 Stimpacks, Gauze, Tweezers, Trauma Dressing, Nasal Pharyngeal Airway (travel-sized breathing apparatus)
One of all these things are in different pockets on his armor, the other is in a separate pack he keeps on his waist
- RadAway
Job: Doctor/Scientist (novice herbalist)
Bio: Wesley lives in a house with his mother, Sofia, father, Elijah and brother, Sebastian. They moved to Whittier from Northern Canada, which was all but forsaken after the bombs dropped. Its, temperate, harsh climate became to much for his mother and father to live in when their second child was born, so they moved north a few dozen miles to Alaska, and eventually made their way into Whittier.
It was good spending his early years there, from age ten to early advlthood. He was fairly unknown around the town as more than a commoner who kept to his family for the mot part, until his father became bedridden. He was sick, with some form of cancer. At the time, Wesley was eighteen, and his little brother eight; too young to understand what was wrong with his father, or the possibility of losing him. Their mother, six years his father's younger at forty-nine, withdrew from her council secretary position to take care of him, putting the responsibility of house income on Wesley. He soon got himself little jobs bar tending or running errands, all the while beginning his study in medicine in an attempt to find some way to help his father. He made it known that he was the guy to come to about stitching and curing illnesses, but nothing major occurred as it was a fairly peaceful place.
At 23 he opened up his clinic, and also began his side research delving into some very minor herbalism. He even had enough free time and supplementary income to go out on minor explorations looking for specific plants and miscellaneous equipment. It wasn't until he was Nearing the end of 26 that the first making of the war began to brew. Over the next two years things began to boil and brew until it was official that the tribals and the people of Whittier were in a small-scale war. He was among the first to be inducted into the militia, originally against his choice. It was the choice of the Elders, knowing that the former secretary had a sun of applicant age, and in desperate need of some type of defense. He reluctantly followed orders, learning how to shoot and how not to get shot.
It wasn't until the first raid that he understood the upright urgency of the problem, when he had to defined his family by taking other's lives, something he'd been fighting to do the opposite of for more than ten years. After that first raid he trained with more vigor and determination, excelling upon the recruits and fighting his way to Squad Leader, which he's been now for the last half-year.
Squad:
Nashville (55) - Sniper
Bubba Scott(25) - Support
Sebastian Cook(20) - Scout
Jared O'Connor(28) - BOOM Man (not sapper, strictly demolitions)
Green-Eagle "Birdie"(26) Rifleman
Age: 30
Race: Afr.-American/French
Gender: Male
Height: 6"
Weight:190lb
Hair Style: No Hair
Facial Hair: Beard w/ Goatee
Eye Color: Gray/Brown
Skin Color: Chocolate
Body Tone: Slightly imposing stature, about 75% muscle; stocky but slimmer than most his height
Appearance: Wesley is the average man's man. He just recently entered what the wasteland registers as his mid-life mark (judging as most nowadays don't live long past sixty), and it's apparent. His face sports wrinkles around the lines and forehead demo his rough, often grimly-set face. For his thirtieth birthday he chose to shave his hair off, deciding it was time for a new look. Like most his age, he is still a hard-working man, and is quite fit like the vast majority of his age group. There are scars all about his person from minor incidents while not in actual combat, the biggest from his childhood. A scar on his left leg from when he fell down a cliff-side and broke his shin on a jagged rock. He also has brown/gray eyes due to his French heritage, which are beginning to fade in hue, and can speak some French.
Armor/Clothes:
- Black Military Boots
- Tucked cargo black fatigue pants
- Long-sleeved Spandex black shirt
- Black polyester vest w/ multiple pockets and compartments
(http://i01.i.aliimg.com/photo/v0/366435865/black_military_tactical_vests.jpg)
- Elbow and Knee pads
Weapons:
- Combat Knife
- M4A1 w/ Acog/Reflex Sight (detachables)
(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a7/M4A1_ACOG.jpg)
- 5.56 Pistol
Gear:
- Flask w. Water
- Pack of Cigarettes
- InstaMash
- x2 First Aid Kits (x3 Stimpacks, Gauze, Tweezers, Trauma Dressing, Nasal Pharyngeal Airway (travel-sized breathing apparatus)
One of all these things are in different pockets on his armor, the other is in a separate pack he keeps on his waist
- RadAway
Job: Doctor/Scientist (novice herbalist)
Bio: Wesley lives in a house with his mother, Sofia, father, Elijah and brother, Sebastian. They moved to Whittier from Northern Canada, which was all but forsaken after the bombs dropped. Its, temperate, harsh climate became to much for his mother and father to live in when their second child was born, so they moved north a few dozen miles to Alaska, and eventually made their way into Whittier.
It was good spending his early years there, from age ten to early advlthood. He was fairly unknown around the town as more than a commoner who kept to his family for the mot part, until his father became bedridden. He was sick, with some form of cancer. At the time, Wesley was eighteen, and his little brother eight; too young to understand what was wrong with his father, or the possibility of losing him. Their mother, six years his father's younger at forty-nine, withdrew from her council secretary position to take care of him, putting the responsibility of house income on Wesley. He soon got himself little jobs bar tending or running errands, all the while beginning his study in medicine in an attempt to find some way to help his father. He made it known that he was the guy to come to about stitching and curing illnesses, but nothing major occurred as it was a fairly peaceful place.
At 23 he opened up his clinic, and also began his side research delving into some very minor herbalism. He even had enough free time and supplementary income to go out on minor explorations looking for specific plants and miscellaneous equipment. It wasn't until he was Nearing the end of 26 that the first making of the war began to brew. Over the next two years things began to boil and brew until it was official that the tribals and the people of Whittier were in a small-scale war. He was among the first to be inducted into the militia, originally against his choice. It was the choice of the Elders, knowing that the former secretary had a sun of applicant age, and in desperate need of some type of defense. He reluctantly followed orders, learning how to shoot and how not to get shot.
It wasn't until the first raid that he understood the upright urgency of the problem, when he had to defined his family by taking other's lives, something he'd been fighting to do the opposite of for more than ten years. After that first raid he trained with more vigor and determination, excelling upon the recruits and fighting his way to Squad Leader, which he's been now for the last half-year.
Squad:
Nashville (55) - Sniper
Bubba Scott(25) - Support
Sebastian Cook(20) - Scout
Jared O'Connor(28) - BOOM Man (not sapper, strictly demolitions)
Green-Eagle "Birdie"(26) Rifleman
Josh gro-Graz
Spoiler
Name: Gavin O’Connor
Age: 26
Race: Human, Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet 4 inches
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Style: Buzzcut
Facial Hair: N/A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Body Tone: Fairly athletic
Appearance: Gavin has a buzzcut and no facial hair; he’s a fairly attractive main with average facial features. Many females say he has a beautiful smile; Gavin doesn’t see it himself but if the ladies like it so does he. He’s tall and has good body tone and he has no scars or tattoos.
Armor/Clothes:
- Black Running Shoes
- Hearts Boxers
- Worn Dark Green Jeans
- Leather Belt
- Worn Black Long-sleeve Undershirt
- Salvaged Winterized Combat Armor w/helmet
Weapons:
- R91 Assault Rifle
- 10mm SMG
- Trench Knife
- .44 Magnum
Gear:
-Backpack
-x3 Stimpaks
-Med X
-Water Canteen
Job(s): Scavenger/Freelance Mercenary
Personality/Bio: Gavin was born and raised in Whittier; his parents were two very social traders who were friends with most of the people in town. Fortunately Gavin had a wondrous and positive childhood, he learned many things and was taught right from wrong. When he turned 14 he got a job as a scavenger for his parents, he along with four other men would go scour the ruins of the pre-war cities for anything that was worth a few caps, it was a good living but it was hard and dangerous work. To earn some more money he started doing some side work as a mercenary with three of the men from his scavenging team, the group took on small contracts on the days they weren’t out scavenging.
When Gavin turned 18 he joined the Whittier Militia so he could protect the town, every now and then he’d be called up by his Group Leader to go out and shoot some tribals or stop some raiders. After years of service and hard work he was promoted to Group Leader, he convinced the rest of his mercenary squad to join the Militia so they could be his Grunts and he picked two people that happened to be twins that he knew from training to fill the rest of his Groups spots. Ever since Gavin has continued to do work for the Militia and has continued to scavenge for his parents and do mercenary work with Andrew, Keegan and Dave.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members:
-Andrew Quinn, 25, Sapper
-Dave Bowes, 26, Infantry
-Keegan Hannan, 24, Infantry
-Fred O’Brien, 23, Sniper
-George O’Brien, 23, Sniper
Age: 26
Race: Human, Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet 4 inches
Weight: 180lbs
Hair Style: Buzzcut
Facial Hair: N/A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Color: Slightly tanned
Body Tone: Fairly athletic
Appearance: Gavin has a buzzcut and no facial hair; he’s a fairly attractive main with average facial features. Many females say he has a beautiful smile; Gavin doesn’t see it himself but if the ladies like it so does he. He’s tall and has good body tone and he has no scars or tattoos.
Armor/Clothes:
- Black Running Shoes
- Hearts Boxers
- Worn Dark Green Jeans
- Leather Belt
- Worn Black Long-sleeve Undershirt
- Salvaged Winterized Combat Armor w/helmet
Weapons:
- R91 Assault Rifle
- 10mm SMG
- Trench Knife
- .44 Magnum
Gear:
-Backpack
-x3 Stimpaks
-Med X
-Water Canteen
Job(s): Scavenger/Freelance Mercenary
Personality/Bio: Gavin was born and raised in Whittier; his parents were two very social traders who were friends with most of the people in town. Fortunately Gavin had a wondrous and positive childhood, he learned many things and was taught right from wrong. When he turned 14 he got a job as a scavenger for his parents, he along with four other men would go scour the ruins of the pre-war cities for anything that was worth a few caps, it was a good living but it was hard and dangerous work. To earn some more money he started doing some side work as a mercenary with three of the men from his scavenging team, the group took on small contracts on the days they weren’t out scavenging.
When Gavin turned 18 he joined the Whittier Militia so he could protect the town, every now and then he’d be called up by his Group Leader to go out and shoot some tribals or stop some raiders. After years of service and hard work he was promoted to Group Leader, he convinced the rest of his mercenary squad to join the Militia so they could be his Grunts and he picked two people that happened to be twins that he knew from training to fill the rest of his Groups spots. Ever since Gavin has continued to do work for the Militia and has continued to scavenge for his parents and do mercenary work with Andrew, Keegan and Dave.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members:
-Andrew Quinn, 25, Sapper
-Dave Bowes, 26, Infantry
-Keegan Hannan, 24, Infantry
-Fred O’Brien, 23, Sniper
-George O’Brien, 23, Sniper
Inextricable
Spoiler
Name: Harry Patton
Age: 30
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6’4’’
Weight: 225
Hair Style: Long-ish (about mid-neck length) and slicked back, though in an unkempt manner. Think of the ‘Blast Back’ style in FO3 and NV.
Facial Hair: A scraggily goatee
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Light-skinned. Typically, he doesn’t tan well.
Body Tone: Well-built and fairly muscular. His shoulders are wide and his overall stature is imposing.
Appearance: Although by no means a lady killer, Harry facial appearance is one of a rugged handsomeness, as shown in his strong jaw and defined cheekbones. Largely as a result of a rough childhood and adolescence, Harry’s nose is crooked and has clearly been broken several times. Harry’s eyes are more like narrow slits, conveying his focus and grit. A faint scar from a wolf ambush marks his left cheek.
Armor/Clothes: In combat, Harry proudly dons his great-grandfather’s winterized combat armour; it’s a little worn with age, but it’s a hell of a lot cheaper maintaining it than buying a new full set.
Harry’s typical street attire: Thick green wooly jumper (often with sleeves rolled up), white t-shirt, charcoal cargo pants, black hiking books, fingerless gloves and an old lumberjack hat.
Weapons: In combat, (therefore on the offensive): Mossberg 500 combat shotgun, 9mm pistol, combat knife. Is apprehensive about using ‘nades.
When out about town or on a job (usually as some form of security in a saloon or store), a riot shotgun. Harry finds its defensive capabilities useful for crowd control.
Gear: Stimpak, water canteen, Rad-Away, pocket knife, whistle, and a snack, if he can find one.
Job(s): Harry used to work as a guard for his father’s small caravan company, but due to the ongoing hostilities and the adverse effect they’ve had on the caravan, that’s not a lucrative line of work. More recently, Harry has been advertising himself as a freelance security guard, his employers mostly being shop owners and saloon proprietors; the former paying him to watch their place overnight, the latter compensating him for keeping the rowdy folk in line and stopping their establishment from being burned down.
Personality/Bio: A descendent of Cpt. Andrew D. Patton, an officer who served valiantly in the Sino-American War and particularly the Anchorage Reclamation. Cpt. Patton remained stationed at Anchorage after the repelling of Chinese forces and fled to Whittier in the aftermath of the Great War, where he played a role in helping to build the community.
The Patton family has been settled in Whittier since the Great War, and has always been willing in offering its hand to the community – officiously so, at times. The Pattons are a proud and strong family, their bonds rarely broken. They are characterised by their tenacity, diligence and fervency in spirit – Harry is no exception. Like his father Danny (and his mother before she died of natural causes), Harry loves his town and sees it as a shining example for all thriving settlements. Indeed, any potential opposition to the peace Harry would wish to see thwarted and destroyed through any means – such jingoism is shared by his father and, to a lesser extent, younger brother, Hutch.
From a young age, Harry was encouraged to be competitive and, occasionally, violent in his father’s effort to prepare him for the unforgiving world outside. He often brawled with his brother and got in fights with others, even if they were, for the most part, innocuous little scuffles. Many wilderness and hunting trips meant Harry was well-learned in the art of survival and resource-gathering; he always enjoyed the seemingly tranquil milieu the wilderness provided, so when the influx of hostile tribal communities disturbed that peace, he became increasingly acrimonious about their being.
Although Harry’s father was always bitter about not being elected to sit on the Council of Four in spite of his services, he continued to serve Whittier proudly by running a successful caravan company, which generated a stable local economy and traded valuable goods efficaciously with all friendly settlements in the vicinity. When the caravan was basically put out of business by the aggression of the local tribes, the town slowly became drained of supplies and it became clear to Harry that they’d have to fight a total war against the barbarians. He readily joined the militia and was appointed a Squad Leader on the merits of his martial ability and all-around dedication to the cause. His amiable yet firm demeanor made him popular with his subordinates, whereas his superiors respected the industrious nature of his work ethic.
Other:
- a womanizer. Has found it difficult to establish a stable relationship, despite his virtues. Often gives in to temptation.
- Loves his Alaskan husky Rosie, who he found alone in the wilderness and named after his deceased mother.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members:
- Hutch Patton, 28, Rifleman
- Leon Strauss, 20, Rifleman
- Alice Gregory, 25, Marksman
- Bob “Ballsy” Mahoney, 29, combat engineer
- Paul O’Keefe, 24, machine-gunner
Age: 30
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6’4’’
Weight: 225
Hair Style: Long-ish (about mid-neck length) and slicked back, though in an unkempt manner. Think of the ‘Blast Back’ style in FO3 and NV.
Facial Hair: A scraggily goatee
Hair Color: Auburn
Eye Color: Green
Skin Color: Light-skinned. Typically, he doesn’t tan well.
Body Tone: Well-built and fairly muscular. His shoulders are wide and his overall stature is imposing.
Appearance: Although by no means a lady killer, Harry facial appearance is one of a rugged handsomeness, as shown in his strong jaw and defined cheekbones. Largely as a result of a rough childhood and adolescence, Harry’s nose is crooked and has clearly been broken several times. Harry’s eyes are more like narrow slits, conveying his focus and grit. A faint scar from a wolf ambush marks his left cheek.
Armor/Clothes: In combat, Harry proudly dons his great-grandfather’s winterized combat armour; it’s a little worn with age, but it’s a hell of a lot cheaper maintaining it than buying a new full set.
Harry’s typical street attire: Thick green wooly jumper (often with sleeves rolled up), white t-shirt, charcoal cargo pants, black hiking books, fingerless gloves and an old lumberjack hat.
Weapons: In combat, (therefore on the offensive): Mossberg 500 combat shotgun, 9mm pistol, combat knife. Is apprehensive about using ‘nades.
When out about town or on a job (usually as some form of security in a saloon or store), a riot shotgun. Harry finds its defensive capabilities useful for crowd control.
Gear: Stimpak, water canteen, Rad-Away, pocket knife, whistle, and a snack, if he can find one.
Job(s): Harry used to work as a guard for his father’s small caravan company, but due to the ongoing hostilities and the adverse effect they’ve had on the caravan, that’s not a lucrative line of work. More recently, Harry has been advertising himself as a freelance security guard, his employers mostly being shop owners and saloon proprietors; the former paying him to watch their place overnight, the latter compensating him for keeping the rowdy folk in line and stopping their establishment from being burned down.
Personality/Bio: A descendent of Cpt. Andrew D. Patton, an officer who served valiantly in the Sino-American War and particularly the Anchorage Reclamation. Cpt. Patton remained stationed at Anchorage after the repelling of Chinese forces and fled to Whittier in the aftermath of the Great War, where he played a role in helping to build the community.
The Patton family has been settled in Whittier since the Great War, and has always been willing in offering its hand to the community – officiously so, at times. The Pattons are a proud and strong family, their bonds rarely broken. They are characterised by their tenacity, diligence and fervency in spirit – Harry is no exception. Like his father Danny (and his mother before she died of natural causes), Harry loves his town and sees it as a shining example for all thriving settlements. Indeed, any potential opposition to the peace Harry would wish to see thwarted and destroyed through any means – such jingoism is shared by his father and, to a lesser extent, younger brother, Hutch.
From a young age, Harry was encouraged to be competitive and, occasionally, violent in his father’s effort to prepare him for the unforgiving world outside. He often brawled with his brother and got in fights with others, even if they were, for the most part, innocuous little scuffles. Many wilderness and hunting trips meant Harry was well-learned in the art of survival and resource-gathering; he always enjoyed the seemingly tranquil milieu the wilderness provided, so when the influx of hostile tribal communities disturbed that peace, he became increasingly acrimonious about their being.
Although Harry’s father was always bitter about not being elected to sit on the Council of Four in spite of his services, he continued to serve Whittier proudly by running a successful caravan company, which generated a stable local economy and traded valuable goods efficaciously with all friendly settlements in the vicinity. When the caravan was basically put out of business by the aggression of the local tribes, the town slowly became drained of supplies and it became clear to Harry that they’d have to fight a total war against the barbarians. He readily joined the militia and was appointed a Squad Leader on the merits of his martial ability and all-around dedication to the cause. His amiable yet firm demeanor made him popular with his subordinates, whereas his superiors respected the industrious nature of his work ethic.
Other:
- a womanizer. Has found it difficult to establish a stable relationship, despite his virtues. Often gives in to temptation.
- Loves his Alaskan husky Rosie, who he found alone in the wilderness and named after his deceased mother.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members:
- Hutch Patton, 28, Rifleman
- Leon Strauss, 20, Rifleman
- Alice Gregory, 25, Marksman
- Bob “Ballsy” Mahoney, 29, combat engineer
- Paul O’Keefe, 24, machine-gunner
Zuke117
Spoiler
Name: Alice Hedwind
Nickname: Alice in Wonderland or AIW
Age: 24
Race: Caucasion
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 163
Hair Style: Long
Facial Hair: Non existant.
Hair Color: Crimson dyed.
Eye Color: Deep green.
Skin Color: Usually pale, some areas might have minor dirt.
Body Tone: Slender
Appearance: sixy and I know it. You was just asking for that.
Armor/Clothes: On a normal occassion, you'll find her in typical cut up the leg blue jeans which have this white stain like detail on the knees. Wears black tights below it for the cuts above of the knee. On top, is a plain t-shirt colored in black and white stripes, on top of that is a small jacket like deal made of leather. For cold situations, she has a similar leather jacket in which she has killed and skinned various coyotes and other mammals with beautiful furs and fitted around the collar and wrists, as well as on the bottom of the leather jacket. As for hostile situations, she wares typical leather armor with one acception, along it has minor reinforced spikes on the shoulders. Just in case a hand to hand confrentation. With the leather armor, she might ware something minor to cover her head via headphones for her ears as well as to keep frostbite from getting at them. Helps with the noise too, she supposes.
Weapons: Signature Sniper Rifle; Nicknamed Sharp, it has a silencer as well as extended mags.Has on the handle the small engravement of 'AIW' standed for her nickname; Alice in Wonderland. Sharpened Combat Knife for close range hand-to-hand battles, a 10mm pistol, and one light machine gun.
Gear: Usually carries that of MREs which holds food and water, as well as minor meds via Stimpaks and Super Stimpaks, only yet again about four. Also carries a minor package of things to stop the bleeding of bullet wounds.
Job(s): Medical Officer
Personality/Bio: A bit of sass, in a playful manner. Alice enjoys in times of unneeded sercumstances to be that of a child and run about and try to typically make everyone either madder or happier. Pending through her mood. Highly social, as long as you don't mind boysterous behavior. Apart from being highly social, she typically dodges questions about herself, prefers to know about others. She also shows a well formed intellegence, though she doesn't really express it unless in a combat situation. Though, when she is in a combat production, she is a completely one hundered precent different type of woman. Level-headed, thinking things through, consiquences and often oh so often forms minor simulations of plans in her mind running it over and over until it eventually is stuck there as a battle plan. Then, she progresses onward to training and nuriching that plan, fixing problems, and eventually develuping it and praticing it in a training grounds. Think it through even more, and then *maybe* use it, not in a full fledged combat situation, but a prehaps training run? Nether the less, she gets it done. In battle, caution around every corner, keeps her eye on her men, etc etc.
Rank: Group Leader.
Group Members: Jerome Elijha (Machine-Gunner) Kim Jones (Rifleman, mostly her spotter) Henry Jones (Young brother to Kim Jones and a Sapper) Emile Hunterson (Secondary Machine-gunner) "Killometer" (Alis, and its spelled like that. Hes a Sapper too.)
Nickname: Alice in Wonderland or AIW
Age: 24
Race: Caucasion
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 163
Hair Style: Long
Facial Hair: Non existant.
Hair Color: Crimson dyed.
Eye Color: Deep green.
Skin Color: Usually pale, some areas might have minor dirt.
Body Tone: Slender
Appearance: sixy and I know it. You was just asking for that.
Armor/Clothes: On a normal occassion, you'll find her in typical cut up the leg blue jeans which have this white stain like detail on the knees. Wears black tights below it for the cuts above of the knee. On top, is a plain t-shirt colored in black and white stripes, on top of that is a small jacket like deal made of leather. For cold situations, she has a similar leather jacket in which she has killed and skinned various coyotes and other mammals with beautiful furs and fitted around the collar and wrists, as well as on the bottom of the leather jacket. As for hostile situations, she wares typical leather armor with one acception, along it has minor reinforced spikes on the shoulders. Just in case a hand to hand confrentation. With the leather armor, she might ware something minor to cover her head via headphones for her ears as well as to keep frostbite from getting at them. Helps with the noise too, she supposes.
Weapons: Signature Sniper Rifle; Nicknamed Sharp, it has a silencer as well as extended mags.Has on the handle the small engravement of 'AIW' standed for her nickname; Alice in Wonderland. Sharpened Combat Knife for close range hand-to-hand battles, a 10mm pistol, and one light machine gun.
Gear: Usually carries that of MREs which holds food and water, as well as minor meds via Stimpaks and Super Stimpaks, only yet again about four. Also carries a minor package of things to stop the bleeding of bullet wounds.
Job(s): Medical Officer
Personality/Bio: A bit of sass, in a playful manner. Alice enjoys in times of unneeded sercumstances to be that of a child and run about and try to typically make everyone either madder or happier. Pending through her mood. Highly social, as long as you don't mind boysterous behavior. Apart from being highly social, she typically dodges questions about herself, prefers to know about others. She also shows a well formed intellegence, though she doesn't really express it unless in a combat situation. Though, when she is in a combat production, she is a completely one hundered precent different type of woman. Level-headed, thinking things through, consiquences and often oh so often forms minor simulations of plans in her mind running it over and over until it eventually is stuck there as a battle plan. Then, she progresses onward to training and nuriching that plan, fixing problems, and eventually develuping it and praticing it in a training grounds. Think it through even more, and then *maybe* use it, not in a full fledged combat situation, but a prehaps training run? Nether the less, she gets it done. In battle, caution around every corner, keeps her eye on her men, etc etc.
Rank: Group Leader.
Group Members: Jerome Elijha (Machine-Gunner) Kim Jones (Rifleman, mostly her spotter) Henry Jones (Young brother to Kim Jones and a Sapper) Emile Hunterson (Secondary Machine-gunner) "Killometer" (Alis, and its spelled like that. Hes a Sapper too.)
Jonasvault101
Spoiler
Name: Jonas McCabe
Age: 23
Race: Irish-American
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 126
Hair Style: Wind-blown, long, half-inch past ears.
Facial Hair: Scruffy chin and upper-lip, bit of a goatee.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Light tan
Body Tone: Athletic
Appearance: Has the Irish Harp and Angel tattooed on his neck, as well as John 3:16 and Psalms' 23 on his back, together with a Celtic Cross.
Armor/Clothes: Green military jacket, flak vest, elbow pads, shemagh, aviators, tan pants, knee pads, combat boots, shooting gloves (no fore-fingers).
Weapons: Finnish model 1946 Bolt Action 7.62x51. Rock Island 1911 Model 9mm. .357 S&W 6" barrel. Kukri machete.
Gear: 4 cans mixed veggies, 4 cans of beef and chicken, 2 water bottles and camel-back, zippo, cigs, pain pills, gauze, duct tape, 3 mags for the rifle and pistol, 6 extra shells for the revolver, and a whetstone.
Job(s): Hired Gun
Personality/Bio:
Jonas grew up in a small town called Cullison, located smack-dab in the middle of Kansas. It was small, friendly, and through trade was very prosperous. But it wasn't without hardship, local clans of bandits, mostly cannibalistic, lived in the Hutchinson Salt Mines, only a short journey to Cullison. Jonas grew up learning about nothing but survival, and [censored]-loads of shooting. He was taught that the gun was to become an extension of his body. So it did, and more than a few bandits got a dose of fast-acting lead-poisoning from it.
After he turned 18, with 3 years of experience in guarding caravans, and a life of survival under his belt, he set off into the wide wasteland of the United States. He met many people, got into more than one hairy situation, and eventually found himself in a seriously FUBAR situation. It started when he found an old map, and decided to set off northbound into Canada, hoping to find some sort of lost piece of the past maybe. As he ventured further Northwest, he came upon a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Alaska.
Jonas is tough, but not stone-cold. He has compassion and empathy, and would die for a cause worth dying for. His social skills are just fine and he generally likes people, but he's lived a bit of a secluded life, giving him a bit of an overly paranoid outlook, as if everyone was a possibility for betrayal. Something he knew well.
Rank: Squad Leader
Group Members:
Ana- 22 yrs old, Rifleman
George- 26 yrs old, Light Machine Gunner
Kurt- 31 yrs old, Demolition
Danny- 19 yrs old, CCQ
Sarah- 20 yrs old, Rifleman
Age: 23
Race: Irish-American
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 126
Hair Style: Wind-blown, long, half-inch past ears.
Facial Hair: Scruffy chin and upper-lip, bit of a goatee.
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: Light tan
Body Tone: Athletic
Appearance: Has the Irish Harp and Angel tattooed on his neck, as well as John 3:16 and Psalms' 23 on his back, together with a Celtic Cross.
Armor/Clothes: Green military jacket, flak vest, elbow pads, shemagh, aviators, tan pants, knee pads, combat boots, shooting gloves (no fore-fingers).
Weapons: Finnish model 1946 Bolt Action 7.62x51. Rock Island 1911 Model 9mm. .357 S&W 6" barrel. Kukri machete.
Gear: 4 cans mixed veggies, 4 cans of beef and chicken, 2 water bottles and camel-back, zippo, cigs, pain pills, gauze, duct tape, 3 mags for the rifle and pistol, 6 extra shells for the revolver, and a whetstone.
Job(s): Hired Gun
Personality/Bio:
Jonas grew up in a small town called Cullison, located smack-dab in the middle of Kansas. It was small, friendly, and through trade was very prosperous. But it wasn't without hardship, local clans of bandits, mostly cannibalistic, lived in the Hutchinson Salt Mines, only a short journey to Cullison. Jonas grew up learning about nothing but survival, and [censored]-loads of shooting. He was taught that the gun was to become an extension of his body. So it did, and more than a few bandits got a dose of fast-acting lead-poisoning from it.
After he turned 18, with 3 years of experience in guarding caravans, and a life of survival under his belt, he set off into the wide wasteland of the United States. He met many people, got into more than one hairy situation, and eventually found himself in a seriously FUBAR situation. It started when he found an old map, and decided to set off northbound into Canada, hoping to find some sort of lost piece of the past maybe. As he ventured further Northwest, he came upon a small town in the middle of Nowhere, Alaska.
Jonas is tough, but not stone-cold. He has compassion and empathy, and would die for a cause worth dying for. His social skills are just fine and he generally likes people, but he's lived a bit of a secluded life, giving him a bit of an overly paranoid outlook, as if everyone was a possibility for betrayal. Something he knew well.
Rank: Squad Leader
Group Members:
Ana- 22 yrs old, Rifleman
George- 26 yrs old, Light Machine Gunner
Kurt- 31 yrs old, Demolition
Danny- 19 yrs old, CCQ
Sarah- 20 yrs old, Rifleman
Hircine21
Spoiler
Name: Malcolm Ashworth
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 220
Hair Style: Shoulder length wavy hair that he will occasionally put in a ponytail
Facial Hair: Goatee
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Color: Slight Tan
Body Tone: Thin with a slight definition of muscle
Appearance: A tall, clean and slim, yet muscular man with arched eyebrows, piercing amber eyes, and a close-shaved goatee. He has shoulder length wavy hair that he combs every morning. He trims his goatee every day to remove any stray hairs.
Armor: Riot Combat Armor worn under a black leather trench coat, black leather boots, gloves, and a pair of dark colored khakis
Weapons: Marksman Carbine, Sawed Off Shotgun, 9mm, Combat Knife
Gear: Canteen, Caribou Jerky, Rad-away, Rad-X, Stimpak, Sunglasses, Lighter, Pack of Cigarettes
Job(s): Scavenger
Personality/Bio:
Malcolm was born in the town of Lancashire to two settlers who were trying to escape the fighting between the organized towns and the tribals. Life was rough and was no place for a child to grow up. His parents provided as best they could as scavengers but many nights they went hungry. Other families in the settlement often took pity on him providing Malcolm with leftovers, and when they could warm clothes. Malcolm grew up despising his parents for allowing him to become a charity case and hating his life in the isolated town.
His father died near his thirteenth birthday leaving his family in a good deal of debt on account of his gambling problem. His mother was forced to abandon the family scavenging operation and take on three jobs to survive. Malcolm was also forced to get work in order to pay off his deadbeat father's gambling debts.
Five years of toiling later Malcolm and his mother managed to pay off the last of the outstanding balance. Now no longer having a reason to stay Malcolm left home seeking a fresh start somewhere else. For a year and a half he wandered the land selling the bits of refuge he found during scavenging runs to keep himself afloat. Although he visited many towns over the course of his travels he routinely returned to a town called Whittier where he felt at home. Eventually he decided to cease his aimless wandering and make Whittier his home.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members: John "Priest" Holmes 20 (Second-In-Command/Runner/Spotter), Kameron "Kam" Chancellor 24 (Scout), Earl Wolfe 21 (Support/Demolitions), Brooks Reed 26 ( Machine-Gunner), Marcel Byrd 29 (Sniper).
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4
Weight: 220
Hair Style: Shoulder length wavy hair that he will occasionally put in a ponytail
Facial Hair: Goatee
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Color: Slight Tan
Body Tone: Thin with a slight definition of muscle
Appearance: A tall, clean and slim, yet muscular man with arched eyebrows, piercing amber eyes, and a close-shaved goatee. He has shoulder length wavy hair that he combs every morning. He trims his goatee every day to remove any stray hairs.
Armor: Riot Combat Armor worn under a black leather trench coat, black leather boots, gloves, and a pair of dark colored khakis
Weapons: Marksman Carbine, Sawed Off Shotgun, 9mm, Combat Knife
Gear: Canteen, Caribou Jerky, Rad-away, Rad-X, Stimpak, Sunglasses, Lighter, Pack of Cigarettes
Job(s): Scavenger
Personality/Bio:
Malcolm was born in the town of Lancashire to two settlers who were trying to escape the fighting between the organized towns and the tribals. Life was rough and was no place for a child to grow up. His parents provided as best they could as scavengers but many nights they went hungry. Other families in the settlement often took pity on him providing Malcolm with leftovers, and when they could warm clothes. Malcolm grew up despising his parents for allowing him to become a charity case and hating his life in the isolated town.
His father died near his thirteenth birthday leaving his family in a good deal of debt on account of his gambling problem. His mother was forced to abandon the family scavenging operation and take on three jobs to survive. Malcolm was also forced to get work in order to pay off his deadbeat father's gambling debts.
Five years of toiling later Malcolm and his mother managed to pay off the last of the outstanding balance. Now no longer having a reason to stay Malcolm left home seeking a fresh start somewhere else. For a year and a half he wandered the land selling the bits of refuge he found during scavenging runs to keep himself afloat. Although he visited many towns over the course of his travels he routinely returned to a town called Whittier where he felt at home. Eventually he decided to cease his aimless wandering and make Whittier his home.
Rank: Group Leader
Group Members: John "Priest" Holmes 20 (Second-In-Command/Runner/Spotter), Kameron "Kam" Chancellor 24 (Scout), Earl Wolfe 21 (Support/Demolitions), Brooks Reed 26 ( Machine-Gunner), Marcel Byrd 29 (Sniper).
