A New Horizon
(A Brink “What-if” RP)

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New to the RP scene? Check out this link for all you need to know..

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/893712-so-you-think-you-can-rp/

The Story:

The Ark. Once a shining beacon of hope in desperate world, became a war torn battlefield where two factions fought for total control. The Resistance, a group of renegades who wished to aid the Ark and distribute the it's resources equally, and The Security, the Ark’s police force who wished to establish peace, order and conserve the remaining resources.

After years of fighting without a victor, both sides slowly weakened and began to fall apart. There was no winner, no loser, only heavy casualties. However, from the ruins of the war, a new force emerged to take control of the Ark, known as The Mercenaries. They were an elite group of the best of the best from both factions, tired of fighting a pointless war. There advanced combat knowledge, skills, and equipment allowed them to annihilate anyone that stood in there way.

There Prime Objective: The Ark control tower located within the capitol. The founders, knowing of there oncoming defeat, quickly retreated and escaped the Ark on board all security helicopters and patrol boats, leaving whatever was left of the police force to die. As the Mercanaries descended upon the capitol, the security forces threw down there weapons and surrendered. The Mercanaries showed them mercy, and when they finally gained took over tower, all of the resources on the Ark came under there control. They began to distribute whatever was being made to the surviving inhabitants, and tried finding new ways to increase resource revenue. The Ark finally had leaders worthy of the title.

However, as fate would have it, this peace did not last long. A few months after the takeover, a massive Tsunami ripped the Ark from its place, setting it adrift into the open sea. The utopia, day by day, grew closer and closer to shore. No one had any idea what awaited them upon the mainland...

Upon reaching the coast, everyone on board could see what lay left of the destroyed world. An entire city sat in ruins, destruction across the landscape, and the havoc and chaos of this new world deafened there ears. But they were helpless to control the Ark, and could only watch as the horizon drew closer..

There landing did not occur peacefully, for another Tsunami struck the already damaged Ark and sent it hurdling onto shore, most of its inhabitants washed away into the new city. Whoever managed to stay aboard awoke to half of the Ark, including the capitol, destroyed, and whatever lay left on shore. They had rejoined the mainland, but at what price, nobody knew..


The Plot:

You are a member of this new world, either a survivor of the Ark, or a "citizen" of Dystopia. Everything you used to know is gone, and you live in a lawless frontier. The government has been abolished, gangs and factions are fighting for control, everything is in chaos. Where do you fit? Are you trying to help rebuild the Ark, fighting to take control for your gang, or a lone mercenary working for the highest payer? This is your story to tell....


Getting The Info:

There are several locations and factions within the RP, here are a few major ones..

Factions:


The Black Knights: A powerhouse gang, they have a large selection of members, control most of the inner city territory, and wear full black. They are deadly killers, and anyone who trespasses is usually shot on sight.


The Gorillas: A small, military style like gang who specialize in gurilla type warfare. They are the rebels of the new world, and are open to new members joining there ranks. They operate out of several outposts around the city and attempt to free the people, killing all factions in the process.


The Scorpions: A group of outer city thugs, they do nothing but terrorize the weak and innocent. They will often raid small houses and traveling parties, and are well known for


Sons of Anarchy: A religious group(containing only men) who believe in quelling the world of its chaos, The Sons of Anarchy have become the "White Knights" and frequently fight against the other factions. They tend to hire mercenaries to assist them in there cause, and have been at war with The Black Knights for several years. They operate out of a large Brothel inside the city, and are one of the few places the Black Knights have been unable to conquer. They also follow there own set of rules, laws, and religion.

Daughters of Chaos: A women only group which was created in contrast to the "Sons of Anarchy" because of there men only rule. They are not nuns or priests but ruthless killers who kill those who sin and do it with much ease. They have control over a large section of the inner city and are usually left in isolation by nearby factions.

The Outcasts: These are the last remaining members of the Ark, who protect what is left of it from outside forces. They live in solitude, but must send scavengers out to acquire much needed supplies for they are unable to produce there own. However, they have split into two sides, one who wish to restore the Ark to its former glory, and the other wishes to leave the rusty old tub to sink and expand out into the new world.

(More factions will appear later in the RP, and if you wish to start your own faction, PM me or Italian)

Locations:

Dystopia Inner city: Main section of Inner city which is completely controlled by the Black Knights.

Sons of Anarchy Brothel: Located close to the inner city, it supports the main sections of the Sons of Anarchy, and is neighboring Black knights territory.

The Ark Ruins: The last remaining area of the Ark, located on land near the coast.

Daughters of Chaos Tavern: The base of operations for the Daughters of Chaos along with the area surrounding it, located just within the city walls.

City Outskirts: The location of many towns, small communities, and a few unknown gangs.

Gorilla Outposts: Scattered across the outskirts of the city are Gorilla outposts.

Gorilla Headquarters: The headquarters for the Gorillas, located on a canyon overpass, houses the main branch of the Gorilla forces.

Scorpion Gang Hideout: A small town near The Ark ruins under complete control of the Scorpions. This is there main stash location and is usually flooded with members.

(As with the factions, this will be updated as the RP progresses. Feel free to PM me or Italian and add some new locations.)

The CS:

A CS is a character sheet which is posted so that everyone may better understand you and your character. Copy and paste this into your reply and fill it out.

Birthplace:

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional):

Name:

Age:

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.):

Appearance:

Faction:

Occupation:

Skills:

Traits:

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair):

Clothing:

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures):

Personality:

Bio (Explain there History):

You may also attach a picture of your character.

Rules:

This RP will be co-hosted by me and Italiandevil22. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to PM one of us.

Rules
1. Be realistic. If you enter a fight, prepare to sustain damage.

2. If you wish to interact with another players character, please PM them. Do not take control or respond for another player unless given permission.

3. No major plot change unless you consult Me, Italian, and the other players.

4. Use of good grammar is required. Punctuation, capitalization, complete sentences, all that good stuff.

5. Try to post at least twice a week.

6. You can post in first or third person.

7. When talking out of character, please put OOC: before you put your main post.

8. To make a custom town or faction, PM me or Italian.

9. Romance is allowed, but it doesn't happen over night, so don't force it.

10. You may control more then one main character, but three is the maximum. NPCs that assist you do not count towards that total.

Have fun!

Name: Ryker Kyoto

Age: 23

Nationality/Race(Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): White

Appearance: He's about average height and pretty slim. He doesn't really have muscles but his agility makes up for it.

Occupation: Informant. Sells information on anyone to anybody who can afford it. He also has deliverers that take out anyone who doesn’t pay off their debts.

Skills: His skills are in sabotage and information gathering

Traits: He sticks out in a crowd because of his semi long black hair and black jacket, especially since he wears it even if it’s hot outside.

Weapons: He carries around a custom made quick release switchblade and a one of a kind light rifle that fires bullets covered in poison.

Clothing: He wears his black Lost jacket, black Anger bandana and black Firestarter pants from his Black Knight days.

Misc: He keeps his pocket knife in his sleeves and loves it dearly

Personality: He generally gets along with people without trying. He is kind to few people that he considers friends. He is incredible smart (which helps him run his informant business).
Bio: He used to be in charge of the Black Knight branch for information gathering. Now that he has moved to a more neutral (and equally profitable) position, he sells information about any faction or information on anyone; From the leader of the Gorillas to a common citizen.
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What is an RP?

Role Play

I don't follow. Is this a create your own character and backstory sort of thing? Or is it more because there is a "plot".

Create a character with a backstory (guide lines are in original post) and act it out from there.

Devil told me about this, and I'm interested.


Name: Michael "Napalm" Thompson

Birthplace: San Diego, CA (south side)

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): Resistance

Age: 56-60. Doesn't quite remember.

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Mixed; African American/Italian American

Appearance: Stands tall, coming off as overly confident. Intimidating. 6'5, 320lbs. Built.

Faction: n/a

Occupation: Mercenary

Skills: Explosives and Pyrotechnic expert. Heavy weapons specialist.

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Gotlung Mini-gun & Drognav Light Rifle (Unused side revolver as part of costume)

Clothing: Gas Mask, white Tank-Top under a leather shoulder-strap, holding a metal shoulderplate that extends down his left arm. Long elbow pad on the right arm.
Black tattered armored pants & Black Military Boots.

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): Alcohol, Cannabis, Tobacco. He carries all three in several forms.

Personality: Attentive, serious, and grim. Is firm in his beliefs, but doesn't force them upon others.

Traits:
- individual characteristic: Napalm is socially accepted by almost everyone, because his personality is welcoming. Quiet, but talks a lot once you get to know him.
- inherited characteristic: A very, very keen sense of smell, sight, and hearing. Almost to the point where he thinks he is hearing things.

Bio (Explain there History): Napalm was one of the few people ready and able to fight right from the beginning when the ice caps started melting. He knew it was coming.
Even though he didn't know exactly when or how it would happen, he knew it was coming. He doesn't believe it was Nature that caused it however. He has a feeling the Founders were behind all of it.
Over the years, he has expanded on his knowledge of History, Science, and Weaponry. One of the very few old timers around, he has experienced the best and worst of times.He was a soldier of the
Resistance, and witnessed everything that went down on the Ark. Without the ability to control the situation, Napalm became a prominent member of one of the primary Resistance Ops units, which
went without recognition due to the circumstances of the tsunami. He now works north of the Ark's current resting place as a mercenary for hire, and has a side job crafting weapon modifications.

"http://science.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Science/Images/Content/bodybuilder-snake-656892-xl.jpg"




- :flame:


Edit: Cleaned up Weapons List

Birthplace: Container City, The Ark

Original Faction: Resistance

Name: The Zero hinted to be named Dante Cero

Age: Unknown around 16-21

Nationality/Race: African, Hispanic, Japanese

Appearance: Skinny build, 6 feet tall, slightly muscular

Faction: The Gorillas

Occupation: Spy. Gathers information from other factions. Occasionally engineer.

Skills: Sniping, speed, occasionally creating turrets and repairing objects

Traits: Noticed by his black clothing and red gas mask

Weapons: A balisong (butterfly) knife, a Barrett Sniper, a silenced machine pistol, equipment to build turrets, anything he can find laying around

Clothing: Black Anger hoodie, black cargo pants, black running shoes, and red gas mask

Misc: His fathers wrench

Personallity: The Zero is mostly quiet and only speaks when necessary. He is very intelligent which he uses his intelligence to create and repair objects. He also uses his intelligence to devise combat strategies. He doesn't like to fight head on and often flanks his enemies or fights from the shadows. He mostly speaks to the Sweat or any other person he feels he can trust or call his allies.

Bio: The Zero was born in Container City on the Ark and his mother and father died. He was raised by the Sweat's father and considers the Sweat his brother. Once the Ark was destroyed he and the Sweat soon joined the Gorillas, as they treated the two like brothers.
When The Zero was six he and his best friend that he nicknamed "Will" were separated from each other and just after the Ark was destroyed he has heard clues of his existence. He along with The Sweat have been looking for Will ever since.
I have no image sorry

I like the sound of this -

Birthplace: Wicklow, Ireland

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): Resistance

Name: Cillian Byrne

Age: 24

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Irish/Caucasian

Appearance: Slim, fairly muscular, 6'3 with reddish-brown hair cut into a short mohawk. He looks athletic and can usually be seen wearing welding goggles

Faction: N/A

Occupation: Engineer/mechanic/welder/general maintenance; works for whoever has money

Skills: He's a jack of all traits when it comes to machines - he can fix, build and improve pretty much anything

Traits: Tends to blend into his surroundings

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): Relies mostly on his caesar revolver, though he keeps a hunting knife in a sheath on his leg

Clothing: White tank-top; dirty, rolled up cargo pants; a rucksack; running shoes and welding goggles

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): His toolkit, a flask that always seems to have alcohol in it, and a crumpled picture of his father. All of these are kept in his rucksack

Personality: He's fairly quiet and tends to keep mostly to himself, speaking only when necessary. This tends to change when he's had enough to drink, at which point he tends to run his mouth a bit. He generally avoids picking sides and prefers fixing weapons to firing them.

Bio (Explain there History): Born in Ireland, he grew up in Container City on the Ark after the global flooding killed his mother and younger brother. His father, a skilled mechanic, raised him alone - teaching him everything he knew about machines.
After the Ark was destroyed he began wandering, finding work wherever he could

Napalm, Zero, and King you are all accepted. Nice Character sheets.

@Intact: Feel free to join in, a RP is basically what Italian said, Role playing. It should be pretty fun, and its something to do other then answer questions..

Unfortunately there's a lot of questions answered incorrectly.

Ditto.

lol and we gotta ask 'permission' to kill another player?

Lol. I know it sounds a little weird, but we don't want the thread to be full of haters who "kill" every other player because there so "godly".

Gotta remember, some people don't know the generic rules of RP. :wink_smile:

Oh, goody, I love roleplaying

Birthplace: Somewhere in Asia, he isn't sure. No one told him and he left for the Ark at a very young age.

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): Ark Resistance

Name: Evelon "Rammite" Hoang

Age: 26

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Chinese

Appearance: Thin, scars on left eye, tattoo of "third eye" on forehead. Calloused feet and knuckles, and a burn scar starting halfway down his shin, down to the ankle.

Faction: Outcast

Occupation: Scavenger

Skills: Scavenging, Preparing sub-par meals, Bladed weapon combat, Firestarting.

Traits: Survivalist, Skinny-but-agile, Sprinter-but-not-distance-runner, Primarily right handed but is also fairly skilled with left hand.

Weapons: http://www.fsdip.com/website/Portals/0/PDW%20Sidearm/PDWdoosreks1.JPG holstered on his right hip, http://www.wilderness-survival-skills.com/images/cudeman-bowie-knife-21309693.jpg sheathed and concealed on his back with the handle diagonally up and left, http://wapedia.mobi/thumb/3ad1500/en/fixed/470/173/Lupara.jpg?format=jpg holstered across his back, handle down and right.

Clothing: Dark blue jeans, patched up and renforced with thin sheet metal, Black leather vest with a multitude of bullet holes and tears. Sewn to the vest is a thick, dark green cotton hood, with a small latch to pull the hood tight to his head. Old backpack strapped to his chest so it won't dangle around, concealing his knife sheath if you weren't looking for it and concealing most, but not all, of his shotgun holster.

Misc: A thick plate of flint, renforced with steel. It is engraved "Diamond holds the heart, but Flint holds fire."

Personality: Distrusting, a genuine jerk to those he does not trust well, a friend-to-the-end to those dear to him. He's also incredibly loud-mouthed and doesn't care who knows it. For reasons he does not understand, he does not feel fear with the exception of talking to the opposite gender.

Bio: When Evelon lost his family to the crossfire between the Resistance and the Security, he and his fiancee fled container city to a less populated area of the Ark. When Evelon came home one day after scavenging, he found the security raiding the small settlement, and found several people dead, including his fiancee. Revenge came in the form of dual shotgun barrels shoved into the security soldier's faces. Since then, Evelon's been fighting for the Resistance. He's made a few allies, those who have also lost innocent loved ones to raids and crossfire. When the Ark reached the mainland, Evelon elected to use his scavenging skills for more resources than just metal and ammo. He is currently trying to help start a small, stable settlement on the remains of the Ark.

Birthplace: Los Angeles, CA, USA

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): civilian

Name:Felix Jackson

Age: 26

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Caucasian

Appearance: Tall, medium build, light hair that is kept fairly long, wears grey/blue a lot

Faction:Outsider (The one thats wants to restore the Ark to its former glory)

Occupation: Psychologist

Skills: Interrogation, proficiency with knives

Traits:looks like he's a little bit smarter than he lets on

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair): M16 Assault Rifle,G18 Machine Pistol, 2 Kukris (knives that curve forward)

Clothing: lots of grey and blue, wears a bandana around his head and another around his left arm

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): the keys to a 1969 Corvette stingray that he will now never be able to drive ever again (she was red)

Personality: quiet, polite, fiercely loyal
He doesn't want to fight but he'd rather die on his feet than live on his knees.


Bio (Explain their History): He fled to the Ark early being accepted as a true citizen and worked to help in the hospital as a psychologist. After everything went crazy he decided to take a stand and try to rebuild the Ark. He is wracked with guilt for leaving his fiancee behind and always regrets that decision.

Good to have you onboard, Rammite, accepted. :happy:

You too Jax. :happy:

Birthplace: Ark

If an Ark survivor, original faction (optional): He was a member of the Resistance at the age of 18.

Name: Zeke Raet

Age: 26

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.): Caucasian/Japanese

Appearance: He has a lean build, as a courier he is always on the move so he stays in light shape. He stands at 5'10" with dyed hair, purple spikes sticking out everywhere, with dark eyes and a scar vertically across his bottom lip.

Faction: Freelance

Occupation: Ex-Soldier now Courier: He delivers anything that someone might want to move through the area. Usually hired by Factions to deliver messages to there members/other factions. As well as deilvery for civilians.

Skills: Dodging, Movement. Sniping, hand-to-hand fighting (knows 2 Martial Arts Styles but now he mostly uses them to disarm his attacker then flee.).

Traits: Constantly seen flipping objects around and catching them, more a bad habit, though he is using it to keep up his dexterity and hand-eye coordination.

Weapons: 2 Handguns. 1 strapped under his arm close to his chest, the other to a holster on his lower leg ; a SMG attached to his hip; a chain-dagger he has wrapped around his torso.

Clothing: Black pants and shoes, Purple shirt with a grey/silver coat with a hood.

Misc: Always seen carrying a messenger bag/dufflebag to carry his current "delivery".

Personality: Helpful, he sees people in danger he tries to help if he has a good grasp on they are truly the victim. Always the trickster, allowing him to see paths not usually seen. Thinking through the situation on the fly helps him keep on the move.

Bio (Explain there History): Grew up on the Ark, always helping the advlts get messages back and forth to one another is where he got his start. The resistance saw his ability to get around the Ark quickly and efficiently enough they started giving him top secret info to pass between there members. From there he joined and used his nimbleness to get in behind the enemy. He didn't like how all the fighting was taking out innocents so he quit the resistance and began trying to protect the citizens until the Mercs took over. Now he is just trying to get by on land waiting for a chance to score a big haul.

Accepted. :happy:

Too late!!! ----> 25 kill streak....Tactical NUKE!!

just joking ^_^

Birthplace: Forgotten, assumed either Boston, or Ireland

Name:Joseph(Joe) "Moon Doggy" Lane

Age:27

Nationality/Race (Caucasian, African American, Hispanic, etc.):Irish and/or American

Appearance: 6'1, about 185-190lbs, Shaggy black hair, scruff on his chin

Faction:none

Occupation:Wander/Explorer/Merc

Skills: Jack of all trades, except cooking. Good with SMGs, hand to hand, and short blades( http://wiki.white-wolf.com/camwiki/images/c/cd/GaijinsShortSwords.jpg, great trap setter

Traits:Knows the trails and shortcuts and other tid bits of information. Knows many other cultures, groups and gangs.

Weapons (don't go godly on weapons, make it reasonable and fair):Carb-9(Silenced, Greeneye scope, extended mags)Kolt Pistol(Silenced, extended mag) http://www.wholesaleselfdefense.com/images/uploads/milano-stiletto-switchblade-black.jpg, And a short sword(see link in traits)

Clothing:http://rallypointmilitaria.com/wp-content/gallery/m41-field-jacket/m41fieldjacket1.jpg, http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwaoAq3W__Q/SZA4IMz3o7I/AAAAAAAAABs/QspSuN0DVvk/s320/cargo-pants_a.jpg http://www.oegmag.com/images/ran.jpg, and http://www.specialoperations.com/USMC/Force_Recon/Images/Recon.jpg

Misc (little mementos or special items that your character treasures): Cigarettes, and a Zippo engraved "Keep on Moon Doggy"

Personality: Chill and calm, sometimes out there(talks to self with ideas), mostly friendly, not a fan of the power hungry. Not quick to a fight, but will if he's being paid or deems it necessary. Knowledgeable in a lot of things, nice to have when traveling, in a conversation, and in a fight

Bio (Explain there History): At the time of birth the world was in chaos, his parents hopped on a boat and traveled in search of the ARK. But no luck, what they found was a land mass in chaos and called it home. Joseph was never one for the "Say and rebuild, it's dangerous out there", he liked to wander and explore, but because his parents watched him during the day, he explored at night. At the age of 16. he left the town of "New Dublin" with nothing but his father's knife, and a Kolt. He began his travels through out the land mass and did what ever work came his way.
Never wanting to be bogged down, he always entered a town by day, and left by night. It is quoted by a town he helped once that "he is like a stray dog of the moon", Hence the name "Moon Doggy".
While later on his travels(he's about 20) He met a group know as the Wanders of the World, and traveled with them for a while. While he traveled with them, he fell for a girl named Abnoba(Noba) who was the leader's, Balar, little Sister. Things where great until a time where Balar and "Moon Doggy"(As he was now known) disputed the goals of the group. The argument lead to Joseph trying to convince Noba to leave, but she said she couldn't leave her rash older brother. Heartbroken, he left, but not before Noba gave him a zippo she found while exploring an old mall.
To this day, it is the only thing he cares more about then himself or his father's knife.

Okay I guess I'll start us off simple.

It was two days after the second tsunami, and The Zero lied for two days In a coma like state. He woke up dazed, he spit out the sand residing in his mouth. Zero temporarily lost memory of the incident and stumbled around the land in an attempt to grasp his thoughts.

As he turned around he looked up in shock at what he saw, unable to comprehend the pain and horror of the sight. The Ark was in ruins. He instantly remembered what had happened the night of the tsunami. As he was looking in a mystified, he couldn't help but feel he was forgetting something.

*flashback*
EVERYONE HURRY!!!!! STAY INSIDE!!!! SECURE YOURSELVES!!!!!
These words rang in Zero's head as he stood still, unsure of what was going on. He had just returned from target practice. Even though the war between Security and Resistance was over, he liked to keep his skills sharp just incase the Mercenaries launched a preemptive strike. Everyone in Container City ran In fear of what was to come but he was clueless of the coming events. As he looked around he could only think of one thing. The Sweat. Before he left he grabbed his Butterfly knife, his Barrett Sniper and auto machine pistol thinking it was in fact a Mercenary raid. He grabbed his fathers wrench and engineer equipment hoping he could find the Sweat and defend against the supposed invaders. As he ran looking for the Sweat, a giant wave pushed him back causing him to slam his head on some rusty metal bars. "Sweat". This was the last word Zero said before he passed out unconscious.
*flashback*

".........SWEAT!!!!!" Zero shouted as he remembered exactly what he was looking for.

*Ground shaking fearsomely* WHAT THE HELL?!? *Thrown about 5 feet from where standing*

What the hell was that? That was a....Bomb? No, no bomb is that earth-shaking, but if it wasn't a bomb...What...What was it?
I'd like to think I should check it out.
*begins to walk toward the general direction of the noise and notices* Mhm, there is water here...An earthquake? Which means...A TSUNAMI HIT!!! *Begins to sprint towards the origin of the noise*

Birthplace: The Ark.

Ark Faction: Citizen who lived on Security side of Ark. (neutral)

Name: Mike "Sub-Zero" Blaven

Age: Late 20's

Nationality/Race: Caucasian, Scottish/Canadian

Appearance: Medium build, 6'1", goatee and five o'clock shadow, no scars. Noticeable tattoos on him are a spade symbol on the back of his neck, and a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder.

Faction: Citizen (neutral)

Occupation: Bartender in his makeshift bar.

Skills: Small knowledge of medical supplies, linguistics, smooth talker, and a basic ability to use sub-machine guns.

Traits: Has been known to talk his way out of trouble. Reaction time seems pretty quick as hes been known to pull out his pistol before any gunman in the area. Also steals from people when he thinks the time is right.

Weapons: A pistol (VBR-Belgium,) which he took from a daughter of chaos member when they got drunk at his bar. Hopefully, they don't find him with it.

Clothing: A long sleeve gray camouflage [censored], blue jeans, and a pair of black shoes in good condition. He also has mission attire, which consists of a t-shirt with camouflage pattern, black pants, a balaclava with a camouflage bandanna wrapped around it

Misc: A pendant that appears to be diamond, looks almost like ice. Flask, symbol of a spade on it.

Personality: Known to be calm, although he bottles up his emotions, and is known to explode after a while of holding in his anger, he also seems to be very distracted with his business, everytime its been burned down he would repair it. Whenever he is nervous he would take a quick swig of his flask (even if its empty).

Bio: Mike "Sub-Zero" Blaven was born and raised on the Ark and survived the Ark crash, floating his way to shore via a large metal wall (now a part of his bar) leads him to start a new life as a bartender, however he lives within the territory of the Daughters of Chaos Tavern, which constantly threatens him and his business. The bar has been burned once or twice by the Daughters of Chaos, and one occasion by the Sons of Anarchy. He prefers to be called by his last name, but people around him call him "Sub-Zero" cause of his icy personality and his pendant. He has been known to work for several of the gangs if there is something he wants that they have.

Life on the Ark (I thought it would be cool to add): Blaven was born on the Ark, at the age of 14 he learned how to stitch up small wounds, and to administer medicine. He was a intern at the hospital on the founder's side of the Ark. At the age of 19 He was called into battle on an escort mission that went well, with only 6 people getting killed, 1 being in Blaven's fireteam. While assisting Security forces he learned how to fire a pistol and gained basic training in firing SMGs. At the age of 23 the tsunami hit flinging him onto a piece of a metal wall that had broken off and he floated onto the island the Ark had crashed on.

Notes: Blaven has a fear of failing, hes needs to feel like hes completely succeeded, should he do anything such as fail a mission, get someone innocent killed, or do anything he finds morally wrong, he will go into a deep depression until he can do something that he feels he did successfully.

Blaven was wandering the streets when all the screaming a panic started he tried rushing towards his house to grab his medical equipment he had stashed away, in case anyone was hurt, when a large man sprinted full force by him, and knocked him over. The man was wearing a tank top, orange-ish pants and a black mask. Blaven got up and looked over towards the man by he was gone, Blaven then noticed everyone was running in the man's direction, he released something terrible must be happening and started running in the same direction towards a construction site. He heard someone scream and as he looked towards them, a wave swept him towards a few metal pipes, which knocked Blaven out. He doesn't remember what happened next, he just awoke on a metal flooring and when he picked himself up, he noticed he was on a metal scraqe floating towards a scene he couldn't believe: The ark crashed on an island.