Hopefully you're still accepting. I may have taken one sentence from the post and run with it a bit far. So here's what I have so far so you can tell me to get out if I took too much liberty with 'technology' before I make up an example post. [hider]Name: Margaret 'Maggie' Bonn Age: 25 Gender: Female Appearance: Due to her masculine and rather isolated upbringing, Maggie doesn't give much thought into the way she presents herself. Years of toying in workshops has left her posture lacking and skin pale but for a faint dusting of freckles over a slightly too-wide too-upturned nose. Her hands (the right notably missing the last two fingers) are stained black which no amount of scrubbing would be likely to remedy, if she bothered with such things. Her hair is a soft brown, cut unevenly and always held back, if not completely covered. The rest of her features are simple and plain, brown eyes with high eyebrows, a small mouth and jutting chin. Lastly, what clothing she does own is just as ragged as herself, that which is not stained or torn is at least singed in some place. Kingdom: Earth Kingdom Persona: In the midst of fighting a war that has already claimed the lives of her father and mentor, Maggie appears unperturbed by the demons knocking on her homeland's door. If anything she's eager for the vast testing grounds of the battlefield and plentiful resources of a combined effort. Her lack of solidarity and experience alienates her from most other soldiers. Not that she cares or in fact notices. She has an ingrained distrust of magic, and the people of both Sky and Water kingdoms, which comes from her judging them a primitive rather then politics and ancient grievances. Sample: Base camp was disappointing, to put it in a word. Maggie may not have actually entered yet, but if the sentries greeting her and the dodgy view offered behind them where any indication, this was going to be an upward battle. She shifted the weight of a very heavy pack to another shoulder as the tall man looked over her papers for the third time. The only weapon he seemed to carry was a great broadsword. Maybe he was from one of the other kingdoms, or a tribe. That gave her pause, did soldiers from such parts read? She opened her mouth to offer assistance when the towering warden spoke. [i]"I'm not entirely clear as to your purpose here"[/i] Maggie dropped the pack, huffed in exasperation and took a step forward to point out lines in the paper. [i]"-replacing the valuable assistance previously provided by Mr. Lucas Bonn after his unfortunate demise."[/i] A quick glance upward showed a glare intense enough to make her step back. She forced a grin at the man anyways, picking up the pack again.[i] "May I enter?" "You don't look like a soldier."[/i] He grumbled eying her pack skeptically. Maggie didn't respond, there wasn't much to say to that. She wasn't a soldier, but she knew her way around a gun well enough and was one of the few people of the Earth Kingdom who both knew how to make gunpowder and would give it to the army free of charge. Provided they gave her resources, plenty of resources. The silence continued as Maggie rolled on the balls of her feet, impatient.  He would have to let her in eventually, or a superior with some sense would come around and - With a grunt the man stepped aside. [i]"Thank you" [/i]she replied curtly, giving a small but exaggerated bow as she passed not breaking eye contact until she did so. It took another hour to find anyone who would direct her to her bunk, then half again for the  gentleman to understand there was a workshop as well which she should be lead to. But by the time the sun was just barely touching the horizon she found herself in a small tent with room only for a person stand, a small uncomfortable looking chair in one corner, and a large desk still cluttered with various tools and papers. This put a genuine smile on Maggie's face, the place stilled smelled of burnt sulfur. In a matter of moments she was fondly regarding the notes her father left behind, absorbed enough to forget about thanking the soldier that helped guide her. After a few uncomfortable seconds he left anyways. It wasn't until it grew too dark to continue reading that Maggie took in the rest of her shabby workplace. Candles where the first thing she found, and lit one with a grimace. An open flame wouldn't help so much as hinder. Or take out this quarter of the camp. No, the serious work would be restricted to daylight; so she began to unpack. Yes, she had a bunk in an over crowded tent with Earth Kingdom soldiers, which was likely cleaner but this was her perpose for being here, and if she was going to be in the field, time would have to be spent wisely. Tools and supplies went to the workbench, clothing and her newly made armor underneath. She left everything unorganized, giving herself more time to search through everything else left behind by her father. He had barely been in the place a month, yet the drawers were still filled with dedicated notes. Finding a blank sheet and piece of charcoal, Maggie wrote a hasty requisition order for spare or scrap iron. There wouldn't be a chance to get new supplies until morning she was sure, but best not risk forgetting. She pulled the sole chair to the bench and the papers close as she dared to the dim candle light. The sounds from outside, soldiers on and off duty as well as the various other camp workers quickly faded. It wasn't until her candle burnt out that Maggie looked up from her reading. She yawned and stretched,  hands brushing a wetness on her cheek. Odd, when had she been crying? The thought was dismissed quickly as it had come. [i]"Well Vivian,"[/i] She said placing the over sized firearm on the bench, followed by her uncovered feet,[i] "welcome home."[/i] Equipment: A single-shot pistol of her own design, affectionately named Vivian, nearly the size of her forearm. It has remarkable accuracy considering alternatives available, but a meager range of 9 feet, limiting it's usefulness in Maggie's ranged combat style. Her 'tool belt' which, when not in the workshop, holsters not only her gun but half a dozen grenades and an assortment of other powders. Ability/Magic/Technology: High intelligence in sciences and engineering, no magical aptitude. -Grenades; self explanatory. For practicality the ones carried on her person need to be lit rather then being pressure sensitive, though she can produce land-mines and other varieties. -Smoke powder; what it sounds like, stored in vials which release thick smoke making it difficult to see and breath. Released by breaking vials. -Incendiary powder; similar to the gunpowder used in the grenades without shrapnel and saturated with other ingredients allowing it to burn for much longer. Works as the grenades, requiring flame to start. -Corrosive powder; toxic powder which can dissolve flesh, wood, and tempered fabrics. Released by breaking or opening vial.[/hider]