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Name:Jeremy Matthew Bennet
Aliases:Jim, James, Indiana
Age: 34
Birthday: May 12th
Ethnicity: Caucasian (American)
Birth Place: Ocala, Florida, USA
Apartment Number: 1B
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Majored in History, Minored in Archaeology
Occupation: Freelance Archaeologist/Treasure Hunter
Languages: English (First Language), Latin (Near-Fluent), Old Babylonian, Nahuatl/Aztec, Classical Tibetan (Bits and pieces, mostly reading)

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 184lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Pale Blue
Hair: Fair Brown
Skin Tone: Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous scars, particularly around the knuckles and hands
Personal Style: Jeans, Henleys and a leather vest, usually leather boots and a watch of cured wood

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Devoted * Brash * Humorous * Non-committal

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: Perhaps Jeremy's most prominent trait is his dry humour and wit, which he makes use of even in the worst times. This can make him appear rather unprofessional, or unserious, but in reality he primarily uses it as a sort of coping mechanism to keep himself calm in anxious or dangerous situations. These sorts of situations are ones that Jeremy finds himself in regularly, an adrenaline junkie, Jeremy is a 'treasure hunter' by choice, and is drawn more than anything by the incredible risk which goes into it. He loves a good fight, and is quick to rush into one without really thinking through all of his options.

Although he is quick to get into a fight and even gunplay, Jeremy most certainly does not view himself as a killer, and only does so if he has to, or out of self-defence. When it comes to his relationships with friends, Jeremy is extremely loyal, to the point where he would risk his life for the safety of his friends, and he's kind enough to his acquaintances even, generally happy to help anyone he is able to, even if it comes as some cost to himself. In more intimate relationships, he is relatively non-committal, and although he doesn't stop himself from getting close to people, he usually distances himself. Such was the case with his marriage, which ended after a few months when he'd gone off in the night to Tibet and not returned.

When Jeremy puts his mind to something, or has a particular goal, he'll usually stop at nothing to achieve it. He is an incredibly driven individual, and can be an immense pain in the ass for someone who is trying to stop him or get in his way.
Habits:
- Cracking his knuckles
- Thinking Aloud
- Chewing his lip
Hobbies:
- Reading
- Studying Languages
- Boxing/Street fighting
Fears:

• Settling down
• Drowning
• Sharks

Likes:

• Historical Texts/Objects
• Any sort of Risk
• Spiced Food
• Exotic Locales
• Mountaineering
• Spelunking
• Indiana Jones movies
• The Uncharted video games

Dislikes:

• Goons bigger than him
• Downtime
• Deep/Emotional conversations
• Drugs
• Drinking
• Mexico City

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General World Skills:

• History
• Archaeology
• Solving Puzzles/Riddles
• Breaking and Entering
• Deception

Combat Skills:

• Unarmed Combat (Untrained, but experienced)
• Pistol Marksmanship
• Climbing
• Survival Training
• Stamina

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Jeans, Green Henley, Vest, Hiking Shoes, Belt
• Wallet - Ids, credit cards, cash, pictures, four leaf clover, insurance cards
• Keys
• Mobile Phone
• Browning Hi-power
• Multi-tool
• Spanish Doubloon
• Journal
• Lighter

Apartment:

• Collection of old maps/papers
• Numerous historical journals
• Ammo
• Computer
• Chin-up Bar
• Laptop
• Historical Fiction Novels
• Books on Historical Figures
• Grappling Hook
• BMW R1200R

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What Brings You To The City: Having just gotten out of prison in Mexico City, and arriving back in the States, Jeremy heard the news of Peyton Glencross and the missing Professor Gerard. Seeing it as an offer too dripping with opportunities to pass up, and forseeing some big hunt to follow if he got involved, Jeremy quickly got a place in Justice and made his way there, looking forward to the possibilities of things to come.

Life Before You Moved In: Abandoned as a baby by an unwanting pair of teenage parents, Jeremy grew up in a Catholic Orphanage, where he first gained his interest and love of history and myth. Although not exactly becoming religious, Jeremy became quickly fascinated with the history books in the orphanages library, and the lessons he was taught throughout his young childhood. Jeremy began to hold the books quite dear, and this got him some unwanted attention from bullies who would mock his 'nerdy' habits. Not one to back down, even though his tormentors were usually bigger than him, Jeremy began to start getting into fights with the other kids, causing some great havoc for the priests and nuns who ran the orphanage. Many grew tired of the young boys antics as he fought more and more, and seemed to explore his more adventurous habits by sneaking out of his dorm and into the library late at night for more study. His teacher however, Father McKinnon, grew quite affectionate for young Jeremy however, and encouraged his learning more and more, even going to his own expense to buy more books for the boy.

Jeremy's bad habits only got worse as he grew older, in his teenage years his adventurous nature took over more and more, and he stopped just sneaking into the Library, and began sneaking out of the Orphanage, a feat which usually required scaling the walls and buildings to do. This got him into even more trouble, and that troublesome nature became much of the reason that the boy was never adopted, having no real parental figures in his life aside from Father McKinnon, who continued to take a shine to the boy's adventurous and historical spirit. At the urging of Father McKinnon, Jeremy left the Orphanage at the age of eighteen to go to university, managing to get into an Arts Degree at Harvard, where he majored in History and took up Archaeology as a minor. It was in these early years of university when Jeremy first encountered what would arguably shape his life - the Indiana Jones films. Becoming enthralled with the films, Jeremy saw parallels between the titular character and himself, and began to idolize the idea of being a treasure hunter.

Such a dream is what started to get Jeremy into even more trouble, driven by lust for history and adventure, and an awful lot of bad ideas, Jeremy snuck into the Peabody museum in his final year of university, and with the help of a few friends and contacts he'd made over the past few years, stole an Aztec artifact on display which he believed would lead him to the treasure of Montezuma. For the next many years, Jeremy searched for clues that might take him to Montezuma's treasure, picking up other similar jobs along the way. He made contacts and connections around the world and made many minor finds, sunken pirates ships, ancient ruins and temples, but nothing quite so glorious or grandiose as he wished. At the age of 26, Jeremy hoped to settle down for a while, and even got married, but his marriage did not last long as Jeremy soon ran off to Tibet, following a lead he believed would lead him to discover Shangri-La. While he did not find Shangri-La, he found more clues and gained more information which he believed would take him to his first great goal, Montezuma's treasure.

Finding himself in Mexico City, Jeremy fell deep into the hunt, his actions getting the attention of a few local criminals also interested in the fortune he was seeking, and with their attention came the attention of the authorities. Believing the final key of the puzzle which would lead him to Montezuma's treasure was in the Anahuacalli Museum, Jeremy broke in, but was quickly found and captured by the police, who had been tipped off to his plans by one of the many criminals who had been stalking him. Jeremy spent the next two years of his life in a Mexico City prison, and has since returned to the United States, believing his treasure to be lost.

Life Since You Moved In: Jeremy has been getting into contact with some of his old contacts, as well as trying to narrow down some people who may have known Peyton Glencross, hoping they might have some idea as to what she was involved in. He hasn't been in town long, however, so little progess has been made.

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Character Quote: "I've got it all under control."
Theme Song: Nate's Theme - Uncharted
Dirty Little Secret: Jeremy has reached the point where he has begun to worry none of the treasures he seeks are actually real, but he continues to search, unable to accept that he may have devoted his life to falsehoods.
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| Full Name |
Marcus Samuel Williams.

| Nickname |
Sam

| Alias |
Iron Hand

| Birth Date |
March 13, 1999

| Age |
27

| Species |
Human Cyborg

| Gender |
Male

| Sexuality |
Bisexual

| Alignment |
Chaotic Good

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| In-Depth Appearance |
Marcus has a number of scars, particularly around his cybernetic arm, but also across most of his torso, the majority appear to be from surgeries, but there are a few from shrapnel and bullet wounds. He has a tattoo along the underside of his right forearm, and another from his back left shoulder to the middle of his back, this one is cut in half by the cybernetic arm, however. He has no visible birthmarks or abnormalities, apart from the arm itself.

Marcus' day-to-day outfit is generally designed to make him blend in as much as possible, he generally wears a jacket, long-sleeved shirts and gloves to cover his glaringly obvious left arm. He doesn't put a great deal of effort into looking fashionable, and instead focuses on being comfortable while looking as generic as he can. He'll usually be wearing a cap with his longer hair tucked back, and if not, he'll generally have it up in a small bun or ponytail, so it isn't in his eyes.

Marcus' 'Work' outfit is rather different and far more combat-oriented. His torso is protected by a Kevlar bodysuit and his unaugmented arm is covered, he wears a face-mask to conceal his identity, and a utility belt around his waist holds extra ammunition and equipment.

| Abilities |
Augmented Strength - Marcus' cybernetic arm is custom-made and designed to give him far greater strength, with a little effort, he can easily tear a car door off, or pack much more force into a punch.
Enhanced Reactions - Marcus' has been equipped with a neural implant which allows him heightened senses, increasing his reaction time and making him generally faster to respond to threats, or to adapt in a fight.

| Limitations |
Marcus only has one cybernetic limb, and as a result the extra force and strength which it provides doesn't apply to any of his other limbs, or even him generally. He might be able to punch a hole through a brick wall with his left arm, but he certainly couldn't with his right. His cybernetics are also not self-powering, and while they generally can last for a while, over-working and over-use can generally make their enhancement far weaker.

| Equipment |

• Colt M4a1 SOPMOD rifle, with grenade launcher
• H&K USP .45 pistol
• 2 spare .45 magazines for pistol
• 3 spare 5.56x45mm magazines for rifle
• A Gerber LHR Combat Knife
• An iPhone 4S
• A wallet with $20, US military ID
• A passport

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| Personality Traits |
Serious, Unforgiving, Relentless, Cynical | Kind, Smartass, Courageous, Devoted

| Personality |
Since his augmentation, Marcus has suffered from sort sort of bipolarity. Before his augmentation, and when he isn't working, Marcus is generally a kind individual, easy to be around and befriend, a trustworthy individual who would go to most any end to help people. He is quick to crack a joke, and even quicker to put himself at risk for others or try to offer them some sort of assistance in any way he can. He is fiercely loyal to his friends, easily trusted with any sort of secret. He is an incredibly polite individual as well, fitting the model of an ideal soldier through-and-through, as he's also quite disciplined.

When he is working, and in fact the second he usually puts on his mask, Marcus adopts an entirely different persona. Marcus isn't particularly cruel, but usually shows no remorse when it comes to his enemies, and generally no mercy either. He has no particular moral code which restricts him, and is just as content to kill his enemy as wound them, as was generally his job when he was first augmented. He can be relatively difficult to control when in this sort of phase, and the longer fighting goes on, the worse it generally gets, with Marcus progressively becoming more and more brutal. He can get like this even when not fighting however, and dealing with Marcus at this time is usually rather difficult, as he becomes cynical, mean, and under the general assumption that most people are out to get him.

| Quirks |

• Particularly reminiscent, Marcus gets lost in the past a lot
• Marcus likes to take photos, a lot, of pretty much anything
• He talks in his sleep

| Hobbies |

• Weapon/Vehicle maintenance
• Reading, particularly history
• Drawing, Marcus is surprisingly quite the artist

| Likes |

• 80s Movies
• History books
• 80s Music
• Spicy food
• Children
• Art

| Dislikes |

• The Military
• Criminals of any sort
• His arm/Cybernetics in General
• Unhealthy food
• Hot weather
• Clowns

| Fears |

• Explosions/Very Loud Noises
• Drowning
• Being used by the government again

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| Place Of Origin |
Born: Springfield, Illinois
Resides in: Istanbul, Turkey

| Family |
Jake Williams - Father, United States Navy SEAL. Killed in Afganistan. Powerless
Elizabeth Williams - Mother, R&D Specialist at the US Department of Defense. Powerless

| History |
Born into an all-American patriotic family in the quintessential town of Springfield, Illinois, Marcus was brought into the world as the only child of a happily-married couple. His father made sure that Marcus knew from a young age that he would need to uphold a tradition of men in his family, one where all Williams men would serve in the military in some way or another. It was a tradition which Marcus accepted and grew up happy to be a part of. It did not take long for Marcus to decide that he would follow in his father's footsteps as a Navy SEAL as well.

Training throughout much of his young and teenage life, Marcus was ready to, and happily enlisted shortly after graduating from high school. Graduating from Navy SEAL BUD/s training, it wasn't long before Marcus was through all of his training and deployed on his first operations in the Middle East. Assisting local forces in their fight against terrorist forces. Marcus served with relative distinction, being granted a Navy Cross and at one point recommended for a Medal of Honor. He continued to serve for many years effectively, and advanced quickly within the SEAL teams, until he was caught in a large explosion in a terrorist stronghold, and listed as deceased officially.

In reality, Marcus' body was recovered by another team of special forces operators, and brought under the care of a department of defense medical and R&D team, headed by his own mother. This team replaced the majority of Marcus' internal organs which were damaged by the explosion with cybernetic enhancements, as well as replacing his left arm, which was severely burnt in the explosion. After his 'resurrection' of sorts, Marcus was sent on numerous black ops by the US Military, used to assassinate high-ranking terrorist leaders, and generally sent on lone-wolf high-risk missions. During this period Marcus earned his alias, as the terrorist groups he attacked put up a bounty for his execution or capture, referring to him as 'The Iron Hand'. This continued until Marcus reached the age of 25, when he finally asked to be discharged.

Reluctant to lose their personal killing machine, the department of defense made a deal with Marcus, he would go on one last, incredibly high-risk operation, and if he completed it, he could leave the military. Sent into the Amazon rainforest to clear it of a large terrorist presence, Marcus managed not only to complete the mission, but with significant effort managed to break apart the entire command of the terrorist group, which was played off in the media as a result of 'in-fighting'. Having completed the mission, the military still had no real desire to let Marcus go, and did what they could to make him stay, even threatening him. Only angered by this, Marcus went AWOL and disappeared to Turkey, living in relative obscurity in Istanbul.

Although he was tired of his own service, at least under the US government, Marcus felt a longing and a need to still use his augments to assist people, considering the massive downfall the world seemed to be in. As a result he came to accept the call when it came, despite his better judgement.

| Extra |
Captain America, GMT +10, This is a High-Casual RP, so I suggest you bring your A-Game!

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Name: Thomas Jacob Fisher
Aliases: Tom, Chief
Age: 28
Race: Human (Mars Born)
Gender: Male
Rank: T-4
Crystal: Yellow Crystal
Languages: Earth Common, GTC Common, Altenian Common

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Muscular, Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Blonde
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Shrapnel scars along left arm and torso
Personal Style: When he's on duty and around the tower, Tom is generally seen in his security uniform, a deep navy blue combat BDU with brown fingerless gloves and boots. However, when he's off duty and in a more private setting, Tom is generally more content with simple clothes, t-shirts and jeans, or at the most a nice pair of trousers and a buttoned shirt. He is generally fairly relaxed with his personal style, and has been noted to wander around in his workout gear from time to time, or even pajamas.

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Professional * Isolated * Humble * Distrusting

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Tom generally puts his work before all other things. A workaholic of sorts, he rarely spares time for personal exploits, and can be more often be found in his room on a friday night doing paperwork or whatever could classify for work, as opposed to going to a bar or out with coworkers. An incredibly professional and disciplined person, Tom is not exactly a stickler for regulation, but he sticks to it more than others, and knows how to maintain a professional attitude.

Tom is a very humble individual, and very rarely speaks highly of himself, or even really accepts praise, reward, or compliment that he believes is undue. He is not self-deprecating to any degree, and is aware of his skills and achievements, but he refuses to be boastful, or even prideful. Unfortunately, partially due to some past trauma, Tom isolates himself from others generally, and is reluctant to engage in meaningful conversation or relationships with those he meets. It is difficult to crack the surface with Tom, but there is much beneath to be found.
Habits: Knuckle Cracking, Morning run around the perimeter of the tower every day at 6AM
Hobbies: Cooking, Running
Fears:

• Loud Noises (Explosions, Fireworks)
• Falling
• Tight, Enclosed Spaces

Likes:

• Music
• Watching old movies
• Cats
• Long drives/flights
• Cold Weather
• Helping Others

Dislikes:

• Laziness
• Crowds
• Nosey people
• Arrogance
• Relaxing
• Easy Work

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General Skills:

• Piloting (Small Craft)
• Running
• Climbing
• Swimming
• Maintenance (Basic vehicle)
• Driving

GTC Skills:

• Pistols
• Rifles
• Hand-to-Hand
• Leadership (Military/Security)
• Emergency Search & Rescue
• Basic Telekinesis
• Crystal-enhanced Demolitions

Possessions:

• Black Cat named "Winston"
• Workout Equipment/Gear
• Military Dress Uniform - Never Worn
• A few pairs of casual clothes
• Guitar
• Collection of old photos, mostly military
• Dim Yellow Crystal
• Medal for Valour
• Titan Industries PDS-7
• Dragonfly Speeder Bike

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Born to a rural colonist family on Mars, Tom did not have a particularly big exposure to the world when he was quite young, and his ability as a Talent was not properly recognized until he'd begun his education. Taken in by GTC, his training began. Tom did not particularly struggle with his training, but he certainly did not flourish either, the abilities of a Talent did not come wholly easily to him, and he had to truly work to be able to make use of his Talents. The Talents he did pick up, and rather easily compared to others, were those surrounding fighting.

Tom got involved in plenty of fights with his fellow students, generally bigger ones who were picking on the smaller students or the slower learners, he disliked bullies and liked to show it by kicking their ass, both with and without his Talents. There was no doubt that considering this, Tom would go on to join the military, and he did so immediately after his training was completed. His own military training went far more smoothly than his Talent education, already an active and fit individual, Tom picked up the more military aspects, including weaponry and combat, like a natural.

Due to his significant aptitude, combined with his position as a Talent of reasonable ability, Tom was placed in charge of a unit of HADST (High Orbit Drop Shock Troopers), a special forces unit which specialized in rapid deployment, and engagement behind enemy lines. Tom spent the next six years of his life on numerous operations, serving with relative distinction against insurrectionist and hostile alien fighters across many worlds. The operation for which Tom would become best known for, would also happen to be his last.

The mission was a high-risk one, Tom and his unit were deployed with a T1-ranked Talent on the planet of Robor, one which was predominantly under the control of Separatists. The remaining GTC military forces on the planet were protecting a number of civilians, but had no way to evacuate, as the towers were under Separatist control, and so their ships could not leave the system. Tom and his unit pushed deep into enemy lines to take the tower, and held it while the Talent helped the civilians and troops escape. By the time evac arrived for their team, Tom was the only survivor of the mission, and he was awarded an esteemed medal of valour for his efforts.

Retiring from active service shortly after, Tom had little idea of what he was going to do for work, as his military pension would only support him so far. He decided to take up an offer from the GTC to lead a security team at the tower on Altenia. Figuring it would be a welcome change of pace, and a far more relaxing job, he took it.

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Character Quote: "You get hurt, hurt 'em back, you get killed, walk it off."
Theme Song: Of Monsters and Men - Winter Sound
Anything Else:

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Name;
Liam Edward Matthews

Nickname;
Ed, he prefers to be called by his shortened middle name mostly because of the simplicity of it, that and the fact he thinks it's a fancier name.

Date of Birth;
5th September, 1988

Age;
27

Gender;
Male

Sexuality;
Heterosexual

Relationship Status;
Single

Sexually Active;
Yes

Occupation;
Associate Producer at CNN

Room Number;
Room 504? 502?

In Depth Appearance;
A taller individual, Liam stands at 6'1" and has more of an athletic build, which he's attributed to his more senior years of high school and the time afterward, during which he has spent a reasonable portion of his time at the gym. He's not a bodybuilder by any degree, but he is at least reasonably muscular. Generally he'll keep his hair somewhat short, but has been known to grow it out when he feels like doing so, he religiously uses product in it however, he's a fan of his hair. Liam usually has a smirk of some kind on his face, and has been noted to generally look a bit smug. In recent years he'd grown a beard which he is rather fond of, he treats it well although its overall length varies from time to time.

A paler individual, Liam tends to wear darker colours to complement his light skin tone. He has a few more casual t-shirts and jeans, but prefers to look nice if he can, as a result owning a fair few buttoned and polo shirts, nicer trousers and coats. He's not one for being overdressed, but usually aims for 'best dressed'. An average outfit would be a sweater over a buttoned shirt, chinos and leather boots. In colder weather, he'll usually opt for a longer coat and a scarf atop all that.

Habits | Oddities | Quirks;
Rubs his nose when working, Thinks aloud, Likes eating with chopsticks rather than a knife and fork

Hobbies;
Cooking, Reading, Playing Guitar

Secrets;
Liam once doctored a news report in order to get a story through.
Liam's father was abusive, and drunk, Liam usually fought him to protect his younger siblings

Likes;

• Good Fashion Sense
• Spicy food
• Staying in
• Cold Weather
• Watching Old Movies
• Beer
• Cats

Dislikes;

• Clowns
• Children
• Sweet foods
• Art
• Country music (With a single exception)
• Candles
• Heights

Fears;

• Bees
• Tight, enclosed spaces

Personality;
Inquisitive - Liam loves knowing things, it partly comes from being a journalist, and part just from the way he is. When Liam finds something that interests him, or has the potential to, he will make every effort to learn more about it, often going to the effort of many hours of research on an incident, topic, or person which has captured his attention. This generally applies for those he befriends as well, as he'll usually work to learn as much as he can about them without stepping over any boundaries.

Stubborn - Liam is very firm in his beliefs, and in what he knows is right and wrong. He is also very firm when trying to get information from a source, or in an interview. Often he will grill people, or be rather difficult to beat in an argument as he can get more and more aggressive to defend his position or push for what he thinks he will get. He is not very likely to admit whenever he's wrong, and sticks to his beliefs and decisions often even after he knows they were wrong.

Industrious - Liam is an incredibly hard worker, some would say too hard. He dedicates himself almost entirely to his work and is usually happy to spend his time at home working on a piece, or stay late at the office to do the same. He always meets his deadlines, and is quick to jump on any sort of task which is set before him without any sort of complaint.

Sarcastic - Liam cannot help himself when it comes to being sarcastic, or a smartass in any sort of way. While amusing to himself, it can be quite a source of irritation for others, as he answers some questions in a generally unhelpful and sometimes even patronizing manner. It can be hard at time to tell when Liam is being sarcastic, or genuine, as some of his mannerisms are generally the same either way.

Place of Origin;
Sydney, Australia

History;
Born down under in Sydney, Australia, Liam had a fairly rocky upbringing. He was the oldest of four kids, having a brother and two younger sisters. While his mother was a sweet, kind and caring woman, Liam's father was a drunk and abusive, he would hit Liam, his siblings, and his mother fairly regularly. Liam stepped up as he got older, and once when he was in high school broke a bottle across his father's face to protect his father. As Liam got older and stronger, he could defend his family against his father much easier, and his father began to drink and attack them less as a result. Despite this rather terrible relationship with his own father, Liam was always encouraged by his mother and cared for by him, and went on to do rather well in his own academic pursuits.

Liam built his fascination with journalism and the world of news at a young age. Shortly after he had turned thirteen, Liam stayed up throughout the night to follow reporting of the 9/11 attacks, Liam admired the reporters, and their dedication to the events as they happened. Moving on from high school, Liam went to the University of Sydney to study a bachelor of Media and Communications. He did relatively well in his degree, and grew close to a few transfer students from the United States. It was while at the University of Sydney that Liam also developed a love of literature, and a deep interest in public affairs. He got involved with the student press, and before graduating was one of the lead writers at the student newspaper.

Shortly after graduating, Liam chose not to search for work immediately, but following the example of his American friends, looked into studying abroad. Eventually, he settled on studying in the United States, and moved to do his Masters of Journalism at Harvard. Liam continued to involve himself with student reporting, and took up an internship at a few local news channels as he studied. Graduating, Liam had plenty of references and contacts, and was lucky enough to be able to secure a position as a new associate producer at CNN in New York. Moving to the city, he followed an ad relating to the Times Square apartments, and not particularly minding the idea of having a roommate, even one he didn't know, he took up the ad and moved in.

Misc.;
Liam is the owner of a male black cat named "Panza"
The single exception to Liam's hate of country music is Tom T Hall's "That's How I Got To Memphis"
Germany or Switzerland would probably be my favorite places to visit

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Name:Liam Edward Matthews
Aliases:Ed, Don Quixote
Age: 28
Birthday: September 5th
Ethnicity: Australian
Birth Place: Sydney, Australia
Place of Residency: 9 at Aunt Sue's Inn
Hometown New York, New York
Gender: Male
Highest Level of Education: Masters of Journalism, Bachelor of Media and Communications
Occupation: Associate Producer at CNN
Languages: English

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 175lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Style: Short and Messy Brown Hair
Skin Tone: Fair White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Liam tends to wear darker colours to complement his light skin tone. He has a few more casual t-shirts and jeans, but prefers to look nice if he can, as a result owning a fair few buttoned and polo shirts, nicer trousers and coats. He's not one for being overdressed, but usually aims for 'best dressed'. An average outfit would be a sweater over a buttoned shirt, chinos and leather boots. In colder weather, he'll usually opt for a longer coat and a scarf atop all that.

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Inquisitive * Stubborn * Industrious * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Liam loves knowing things, it partly comes from being a journalist, and part just from the way he is. When Liam finds something that interests him, or has the potential to, he will make every effort to learn more about it, often going to the effort of many hours of research on an incident, topic, or person which has captured his attention. This generally applies for those he befriends as well, as he'll usually work to learn as much as he can about them without stepping over any boundaries. He is very firm in his beliefs, and in what he knows is right and wrong. He is also very firm when trying to get information from a source, or in an interview. Often he will grill people, or be rather difficult to beat in an argument as he can get more and more aggressive to defend his position or push for what he thinks he will get. He is not very likely to admit whenever he's wrong, and sticks to his beliefs and decisions often even after he knows they were wrong.

Liam is an incredibly hard worker, some would say too hard. He dedicates himself almost entirely to his work and is usually happy to spend his time at home working on a piece, or stay late at the office to do the same. He always meets his deadlines, and is quick to jump on any sort of task which is set before him without any sort of complaint. He cannot help himself when it comes to being sarcastic, or a smartass in any sort of way. While amusing to himself, it can be quite a source of irritation for others, as he answers some questions in a generally unhelpful and sometimes even patronizing manner. It can be hard at time to tell when Liam is being sarcastic, or genuine, as some of his mannerisms are generally the same either way.
Habits: Rubs his nose when working, Thinks aloud, Likes eating with chopsticks rather than a knife and fork
Hobbies: Cooking, Reading, Playing Guitar
Fears:

• Bees
• Tight, Enclosed Spaces
• Sharks

Likes:

• Good Fashion Sense
• Spicy Food
• Staying In
• Cold Weather
• Beer
• Cats

Dislikes:

• Clowns
• Art
• Sweet Foods
• Country Music (With a single exception)
• Candles
• Heights

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More Mental Skills:

• Cooking
• Research
• Music (Guitar)
• Driving
• Persuasion
• Literature/Mythos

Physical Skills:

• Stamina
• Running
• Hand-to-Hand
• High Pain Threshold

Day to Day Belongings:

• Wallet - Id, Cash, credit cards, insurance card
• Clothing - Buttoned Shirt, belt, black trousers, Work shoes
• Cellphone
• Keys - Hotel Room, Vehicle
• Pocket Knife
• Pager
• Second, Untraceable phone
• Don Quixote Novel
• Watch

Home:

• 9MM Handgun
• Laptop
• Numerous Older novels
• Workout equipment
• Collection of comics
• Bottle of 20 year old aged Scotch Whisky
• Film Camera
• Airgapped Laptop
• Spare handgun ammunition

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Life Before The Apocalypse
Born down under in Sydney, Australia, Liam had a fairly rocky upbringing. He was the oldest of four kids, having a brother and two younger sisters. While his mother was a sweet, kind and caring woman, Liam's father was a drunk and abusive, he would hit Liam, his siblings, and his mother fairly regularly. Liam stepped up as he got older, and once when he was in high school broke a bottle across his father's face to protect his father. As Liam got older and stronger, he could defend his family against his father much easier, and his father began to drink and attack them less as a result. Despite this rather terrible relationship with his own father, Liam was always encouraged by his mother and cared for by him, and went on to do rather well in his own academic pursuits.

Liam built his fascination with journalism and the world of news at a young age. Shortly after he had turned thirteen, Liam stayed up throughout the night to follow reporting of the 9/11 attacks, Liam admired the reporters, and their dedication to the events as they happened. Moving on from high school, Liam went to the University of Sydney to study a bachelor of Media and Communications. He did relatively well in his degree, and grew close to a few transfer students from the United States. It was while at the University of Sydney that Liam also developed a love of literature, and a deep interest in public affairs. He got involved with the student press, and before graduating was one of the lead writers at the student newspaper.

Shortly after graduating, Liam chose not to search for work immediately, but following the example of his American friends, looked into studying abroad. Eventually, he settled on studying in the United States, and moved to do his Masters of Journalism at Harvard. Liam continued to involve himself with student reporting, and took up an internship at a few local news channels as he studied. Graduating, Liam had plenty of references and contacts, and was lucky enough to be able to secure a position as a new associate producer at CNN in New York. Shortly after she settled into working at New York, Liam began to head numerous stories regarding the increasing tremors and natural disasters, across the country and the world.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba
As it became more and more widely known that Altsoba was being considered as where the epicenter of the coming 'apocalypse' would be, CNN wished to send one of their producers to the town to report on things as they happened, and at the very least compile an optimistic message in the event that it was all wrong. Both out of a luts to know more, and to gain some good favor with his higher-ups in the event it was all wrong, Liam volunteered to head to Altsoba where most of the other producers were reluctant. Making his way to Altsoba, he's trying to settle in while learning as much as he can.

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Theme Song: Tom T Hall - That's How I Got To Memphis
Deviances: N/A
Extra Information: Liam is the owner of a small tabby cat named "Sancho"

The turtle is on his back, poor little turtle cannot roll over. Somebody save the turtle.
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Name: Liam Edward Matthews
Aliases: Ed, Prophet
Age: 29
Birthday: September 5th
Ethnicity: Australian
Birth Place: Sydney, Australia
Residence: Leave blank, the GM will determine this based off your character and tell you what to fill in before you move it over to the CS Tab
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Masters of Journalism, Bachelor of Media and Communications
Occupation: Supernatural Treasure Hunter/Seller
Languages: English, Latin (fluent)

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Height:6'1"
Weight:180lbs
Build:Athletic
Eyes:Green
Hair:Short and Messy Brown Hair
Skin Tone:Fair White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:N/A
Personal Style: Liam tends to wear darker colours to complement his light skin tone. He has a few more casual t-shirts and jeans, but prefers to look nice if he can, as a result owning a fair few buttoned and polo shirts, nicer trousers and coats. He's not one for being overdressed, but usually aims for 'best dressed'. An average outfit would be a sweater over a buttoned shirt, chinos and leather boots. In colder weather, he'll usually opt for a longer coat and a scarf atop all that. When it comes to more dangerous or 'business-related' endeavours, he'll go for what is easier to wear, usually a pair of hiking boots, a comfortable top and some reasonable trousers, nothing over the top.

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Industrious * Reserved * Comedic * Stubborn * Inquisitive * Dismissive

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Liam has become much more introverted since the Altsoba massacre. Outside from those close to him, such as Aloise, he tends to keep to himself whenever he is able, having a general distrust and disconnection from the vast majority of people both due to his experiences in the massacre, and his role as a prophet. He finds that he is able to get through life easiest by keeping to himself, and can often appear rude in brushing off advances or attempts to connect by those he does not know well.

On the inside however, Liam is still very much the same man he once was. A man with a good sense of humour, a sarcastic undertone, and an inqusitive nature which pushes him to learn the most of what he can in any situation. For those lucky enough to get close enough to Liam, he can be a close friend and confidant, and anyone who manages to see that, will usually have him as a friend for life.
Habits: Rubs his nose when working, Thinks aloud, Likes eating with chopsticks rather than a knife and fork
Hobbies: Cooking, Reading, Playing Guitar
Fears:

• Bees
• Tight, Enclosed Spaces
• Sharks

Likes:

• Spiced Food
• Staying In
• Cold Weather
• Beer
• Cats
• Music

Dislikes:

• Religion
• Clowns
• Sweet Food
• Country Music
• Heights
• God

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General World Skills:

• Cooking
• Research
• Knowledge of Necromantics
• Driving (Motorcycle)
• Persuasion
• Literature/Mythos
• Music (Guitar)
• Black Market Knowledge
• History

Combat Skills:

• Running
• Boxing
• Rifles
• Handguns
• Supernatural Combat

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Navy Henley, Belt, Black Trousers, Hiking Boots
• Wallet - ID, Cash, Credit Cards, Insurance Cards, Fake IDs
• Cellphone
• Keys - Home, Vehicle
• Colt 1911
• Pocket Knife
• Holy Water Vials (x2)
• Necklace
• Watch
• Spare Magazine

Residence:

• Laptop
• AR-15
• Spare Ammunition
• Numerous Older Novels
• Workout Equipment
• Airgapped Laptop
• Collection of Salt
• Supernatural Ammunition
• Wrought-Iron Machete
• Record Player
• BMW F 700 GS 2017

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First Necromantic Encounter:
While Liam's first encounter with a Necromantic was technically with a Rakshasa masquerading as a good friend of his, Amelia Pilkvist, his first major encounter with one was when he and Aloise Zamora were attacked by zombies during the Rise of the Witnesses. Liam was protected by Aloise and his guardian angel at the time, but at the time gained no particular knowledge or ability himself at dispatching them.

Life Before the Altsoba Massacre:
Born down under in Sydney, Australia, Liam had a fairly rocky upbringing. He was the oldest of four kids, having a brother and two younger sisters. While his mother was a sweet, kind and caring woman, Liam's father was a drunk and abusive, he would hit Liam, his siblings, and his mother fairly regularly. Liam stepped up as he got older, and once when he was in high school broke a bottle across his father's face to protect his father. As Liam got older and stronger, he could defend his family against his father much easier, and his father began to drink and attack them less as a result. Despite this rather terrible relationship with his own father, Liam was always encouraged by his mother and cared for by him, and went on to do rather well in his own academic pursuits.

Liam built his fascination with journalism and the world of news at a young age. Shortly after he had turned thirteen, Liam stayed up throughout the night to follow reporting of the 9/11 attacks, Liam admired the reporters, and their dedication to the events as they happened. Moving on from high school, Liam went to the University of Sydney to study a bachelor of Media and Communications. He did relatively well in his degree, and grew close to a few transfer students from the United States. It was while at the University of Sydney that Liam also developed a love of literature, and a deep interest in public affairs. He got involved with the student press, and before graduating was one of the lead writers at the student newspaper.

Shortly after graduating, Liam chose not to search for work immediately, but following the example of his American friends, looked into studying abroad. Eventually, he settled on studying in the United States, and moved to do his Masters of Journalism at Harvard. Liam continued to involve himself with student reporting, and took up an internship at a few local news channels as he studied. Graduating, Liam had plenty of references and contacts, and was lucky enough to be able to secure a position as a new associate producer at CNN in New York. Shortly after she settled into working at New York, Liam began to head numerous stories regarding the increasing tremors and natural disasters, across the country and the world.

As it became more and more widely known that Altsoba was being considered as where the epicenter of the coming 'apocalypse' would be, CNN wished to send one of their producers to the town to report on things as they happened, and at the very least compile an optimistic message in the event that it was all wrong. Both out of a luts to know more, and to gain some good favor with his higher-ups in the event it was all wrong, Liam volunteered to head to Altsoba where most of the other producers were reluctant. Making his way to Altsoba, he's trying to settle in while learning as much as he can.

Life Since the Altsoba Massacre:
Since the Altsoba Massacre, Liam has spent most of his time travelling alongside Aloise Zamora, learning how to protect himself and what he can from her. Along the way, he has picked up from time to time any and all pieces of the supernatural he's been able to get his hands on which haven't been claimed or snatched up by O.M.E.N, instead selling them off on the black market for a quick buck. He has quickly become disenchanted with the supernatural after the massacre, and has a fair distaste for most of it, except for what aspects of it involve profit for him.

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Character Quote: "Yeah, there's a god, he's kind of a dick."
Deviances: Liam is a Prophet of God
Theme Song: Take Me To Church - Hozier
Anything Else: John Carpeteners 'The Thing' and Abandoned Hope

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Name: Nicholas Adam Prescott
Aliases: Nick, Adam
Age: 40
Birthday: January 12th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male - Cyber enhanced
Occupation: Mercenary

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Medium build, toned and relatively muscular.
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Dark Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions - both arms are completely clear of all scars (cybernetic replacement)
Personal Style: It's not often that Nick is seen out of his combat gear, even during downtime he's usually wearing at least some of it. He dresses to be forever ready for any sort of situation that might arise, and doesn't particularly concern himself with fashion or comfort.

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Honest * Smug * Relentless * Brash

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Nick is an incredibly work-oriented person. He adores the rush and the risk which comes with being a mercenary and much of that has spilled out into his normal life. He often rushes headlong into a situation, often without thinking of the consequences. This can cause issues with his honesty, as it results in Nick being rather blunt from time to time. Nick has achieved a great deal throughout his career, and he is very good at what he does, particularly due to the edge given to him by his cybernetics, as a result he can be rather smug and prideful.

While he can seem like something of an ass on the outside, Nick generally has the best intentions in mind, particularly for those he considers to be his friends and allies. He is relentless when it comes to protecting those he is close to, and would do anything for those he loves or considers among his closest friends. Often he will take these actions to help or protect those he is close with without considering the risks to himself, which can cause the ire of some of the people he is attempting to protect.
Habits: Smokes, Drinks heavily when stressed (most of the time), scratches his chin when thinking
Hobbies: Wood carving
Fears:

• Retirement
• Becoming a parent/settling down
• Dying of natural causes

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Anything
• Working in her shop
• Anything risky
• Getting 'lost' in the outdoors
• Old Movies

Dislikes:

• Stuff in his coffee
• Cybernetics getting buggy
• Bureaucracy
• Politics
• Downtime
• Patronizing people

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General World Skills:

• Excellent Reflexes
• Piloting (Jets)
• Weapon Modification
• Security Systems
• Driving (Car/Truck)
• Hacking (Drones)

Combat Skills:

• Agility
• Strength
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Stamina
• Weapon Handling
• Knife Fighting
• Interrogation
• Torture

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Usually a full combat BDU with a grey undershirt
• Hacking Tools
• Id's
• Various Weapons
• Metal Flask (Bourbon)
• Smokes
• Lighter
• Cell phone

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Born to a single father as his mother had died in birth, Nick wasn't given much choice in life but to pursue the same sort of work that his father did. And so, from a young age Nick was trained by his father in killing. As the head of a mercenary group, Nick's father was not one to accept failure, and so Nick spent much of his young life trying the same drills and exercises again and again until he got them perfect. He always had an iffy relationship with his father, but he didn't resent him at any point. Although he disliked the lack of choice, Nick loved the work he was being prepared for, becoming something of an adrenaline junkie.

By the time he was twenty-one, Nick was one of their best leaders, planners and field agents. He performed well throughout his career, but a mere three years later he suffered a severe injury during an operation and lost his right arm. His father gave Nick a cybernetic replacement, and Nick requested for his other, and perfectly functional arm to be replaced as well after learning of the benefits and the edge given to him by his 'enhancements' More came shortly after, enhanced reflexes, bone lacing and all the other standard ones, including a neural interface. Nick embraced all of the enhancements, believing them to be a boon which made his job much easier, and made him much better at it.

As Nick got older and continued to fight, his father's own luck began to run out, and eventually he was killed on an operation. Shortly afterward, Nick's friend and partner Sunie retired. Although it was difficult for him to see her go, and some of his missions became much harder without her assistance, Nick kept contact with Sunie and regularly came to her for some modifications or weapons that she had custom-made for his use. He is one of the few people who is in meaningful contact with her, and he spends much of his time off-work with her, or nearby making sure she stuck out of trouble.

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Name: Dean Jarrett Moses
Aliases: Dee
Age: 32
Birthday: February 29th
Ethnicity: South African
Birth Place: Johannesburg, South Africa
Location: Manhattan, New York
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Law
Occupation: Talk Show Host
Languages: English, Afrikaans

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Height: 5'11"
Weight: 160lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Burn scars on the left side of his neck, and his left shoulder

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Hard-working * Confrontational * Sarcastic * Pessimistic

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Once a lovable and approachable comedian and talk-show host, Dean has changed immensely since the outbreak. He has retained some of his old self, maintaining a degree of his sense of humour, though it is generally darker, more sarcastic and critical humour now. Much as he did on his old show, Dean is confrontational when it comes to difficult scenarios, or things which need to be discussed. He can and will push people until he gets the answers or the outcome he desires, and can often push when it is not necessary.

Since the outbreak, and mostly since the death of his wife, Dean has become much more of a pessimistic, and even mean individual. He has much less to laugh and joke about, and generally is a much more serious person overall. He doesn't see much good to come out of any actions, he more or less continues on and fighting for his life because it's still better than the alternative.
Habits: Talking in Afrikaans to himself, Cracking his knuckles
Hobbies: Kendo
Fears:

• Drowning
• Snakes
• Clowns

Likes:

• The Cold
• Swordplay
• Reading Old Newspapers
• Drinking
• Fresh food
• Motorcycles

Dislikes:

• Tea
• Insects
• Country Music
• Tight Spaces
• Large Groups of People
• Smoking

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Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Sword Fighting
• Negotiation
• Scavenging
• Riding (Motorbike)
• Therapy (Cheering People Up)

Post Outbreak Skills:

• Pistols
• Traps
• Distraction
• Stealth
• Survival

Current Supplies:

• Current Clothing - Buttoned Shirt (Sleeves Rolled), Maroon Suspenders, Brown Leather Gloves (Fingerless), Black Coat, Khaki Work Trousers, Khaki Work Boots
• Katana
• Model S&W500 - 3 Bullets
• 1 Military Canteen of Water
• Pack of Dried Meat
• ALICE Webbing
• Medical Kit
• Road Map
• Knife
• Dirt Bike - 3/4 full tank

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Your First Walker Encounter: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

History Before Outbreak: Minimal 3 paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.

History Since Outbreak: Minimal 4 paragraphs on how your character has survived up until this point.

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Character Quote: "When there's nothing to laugh about - laugh at how fucked you are."
Theme Song: Dorothy - Gun In My Hand
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Enough
How Many People Have You Killed: 7
Why: Revenge is a hell of a thing.
Anything Else:

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Name: Darren Owen Andrews
Aliases: Dee
Age: 28
Birthday: January 18th
Ethnicity: American
Birth Place: Altsoba, Washington
Place of Residency: Aunt Sue's Inn
Hometown Altsoba, Washington
Gender: Male
Highest Level of Education: N/A
Occupation: Hunter
Languages: English, Latin

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 173lbs
Body Type: Muscular, Athletic
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color and Style: Short, Light Brown Hair
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo Over Heart
Personal Style: Darren generally dresses casually and practically. T shirts, jeans and boots are the norm, usually with a jacket or coat over it which is large enough to conceal a few weapons. He wears a small amulet around his neck at all times.

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Good-natured * Reckless * Flirtatious * Detached

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Darren is an inherently good person, he believes more importantly than anything in helping and protecting those who cannot do so for themselves, something which is very much a motivation for his profession. However, his desire to do good can often push Darren to take unecessary risks, to do things which put him in peril for the sake of others, or a sense of 'the greater good'. Part of him just does it for the rush.

When it comes to his social life, and more specifically with women, Darren can be incredibly open and flirtatious. It is not uncommon for Darren to hit on a woman he finds attractive within minutes of actually meeting them. However, when it comes to more meaningful relationships, Darren is often incredibly attached. While he's likely to sleep with a woman without hesitation, it would be rare for him to call after that, and even becoming close friends with others is a rarity.
Habits: Messing around with his necklace, biting his lip
Hobbies: Mechanics
Fears:

• Clowns
• Spiders
• Loneliness

Likes:

• Driving
• Fighting
• Football
• Dogs
• Greek Yogurt
• Late nights

Dislikes:

• Early Mornings
• Downtime
• Unecessary distractions
• Vampires
• Salty food
• Being undermined

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More Mental Skills:

• Driving
• Mythos
• Burglary
• Subterfuge
• Mechanics
• Traps

Physical Skills:

• Handguns
• Stamina
• Knives
• Shotguns

Day to Day Belongings:

• Wallet - ID, Fake ID's, Cash, Credit Cards
• Thick Journal
• Lighter
• Flask of Holy Water
• Car Keys
• 9mm Handgun
• Clothing - Olive T-Shirt, Jeans, Black Combat Boots, Black jacket
• FBI Badge and ID (Forged)
• Iron Knife
• Lockpick

Home:

• Sawed-off Shotgun
• Collection of Religious texts
• Books and journals on mythos
• A shit-ton of salt
• Laptop
• Medical Kit
• Various Modified Ammunition (Rock Salt, Wrought-Iron, Silver, etc.)
• Standard Ammunition
• 1967 Chevrolet Impala

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Life Before The Apocalypse
Growing up, Darren had a simple and quintessential life. His father passed away when Darren was young, but his mother took good care of him, making sure he grew up to have a simple life. Darren was friendly and athletic, and quickly became popular around his hometown of Altsoba. He performed averagely in school and quite well in his athletic pursuits. As quarterback of the high school football team, Darren was on the fast-track to becoming a professional athlete.

However, in his senior year of high school, Darren's mother was caught in a house fire and badly wounded, admitted to hospital. While she was there, Darren visited - and knowing she wasn't long for this world, his mother told him the truth. Darren's father had been a hunter of all things supernatural, and had died when Darren was young while hunting a demon. That same demon had caused the fire which almost killed her, and she had only survived so long by using her husbands teachings to force it away.

Although he didn't believe what he was told at first, Darren found proof in the still-intact cellar of his burnt-out home, taking his father's old journal, and weapons to take up the life of a hunter. Darren took to the life well and easily, and over the next few years of his life he became quite skilled as a hunter, taking up hunts around the country. He rarely ever returned to Altsoba, his mother had passed away in the hospital, and so there was little there for him other than a few old childhood friends.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba

When the Apocalypse started to get into full swing, Darren ended up going on more hunts as the supernatural started to get a little on-edge. Darren learned of the news that the apocalypse was supposed to start in Altsoba, his own home town, but he didn't head home yet, he was in the middle of a hunt when he learned the news. However, as he got news of more and more supernatural happenings in and around Altsoba, he felt more and more of a draw home, hoping that if the Apocalypse was in fact coming, he could help stop it.

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Theme Song: Dorothy - Whiskey Fever
Deviances: N/A
Extra Information: Darren has a hidden compartment in the boot of his car for weapons and equipment.

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Name: Jackson Tanner
Aliases:

• Jackie - Used by The Captain - Love/Hate
• Jack - Used by The Crew - Likes
• Lieutenant - Used by Veterans - Hates

Age: 37
Birthday: Febuary 27th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Smuggler - First Mate of Vengeance

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 32nd Overlanders Regiment Tattoo - Right Bicep, Large shrapnel wound, left thigh
Personal Style: From the way he looks, it'd be pretty clear to see that the war never quite ended for Jackson. He dresses comfortably, and usually always with his brown trenchcoat, along with a red scarf to go with it from time to time. He'll dress differently if the situation requires, but generally he'll wander around in the usual get-up, and always with his holster. He always wears his necklace, cares more about it than his holster, though he keeps it under his shirt around those he doesn't completely trust.

His hair is cut short in a standard military fashion, and he is always clean shaven. He makes at least somewhat of an effort to keep himself groomed, but he isn't too much of a stickler for it, on a rough day, which is rather often, he'll at least have a little stubble. He doesn't particularly bother to style his hair, or anything fancy, Jackson has never been particularly fussed over his appearance.

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Loyal * Closed-Off * Good-natured * Overconfident * Idealist * Wiseass

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Jackson is a tough, but all-in-all good man. He sees the 'Verse as he believes it should be, and not as it is, and often takes actions to the benefit of others, even at risk to himself. He believes as long as he's one of the 'good guys' he can't really lose, and so he's been noted as fairly overconfident as well. He is fiercely loyal, and for those few who have earned his loyalty, he will never betray them as long as he lives, he lives by a harsh code, and has no intent to break it.

The war changed a great deal about Jackson, once a friendly and open man, he's since become closed off, and dismissive of a great many things. He will avoid any possibility of speaking about the Unification War, and anyone who brings up his wife is likely to get a fist across the jaw. To even come close to mentioning these things, or to talk about them with Jackson - one would have to have worked a long time, and worked very hard to get close to him. From time to time his old self does still shine through, mostly through the wiseass remarks that he makes, usually when he's on-edge.
Habits:

• Tapping his thumb on his gun when tense
• Scratching his Chin

Hobbies:

• Weapon Maintenance
• Poker (Cheating at it, too)

Fears:

• Reavers
• Atmospheric Entries
• Clowns

Likes:

• Cheating (at cards)
• Strawberries
• Target Practice
• Being off-world
• Fist-Fighting
• Working

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Downtime
• Being Grounded
• Talking about the last war
• Talking about his wife
• Fancy Folk

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General Skills:

• Bribery
• Deception (Bluff)
• Discipline
• Forgery
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Streetwise
• Weapon Eng
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Ballistic (Weapon Eng)
• Heavy (Weapon Eng)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brown Trench Coat, Black T-shirt, Dark Brown Trousers, Black Combat Boots
• Basic Weapon Maintenance Kit
• Lighter
• Deck of Cards
• Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B
• Necklace w/ Gold Ring & Small, clean marble stone
• Fake IdentCard
• Lock Picks
• Commlink
• Quickdraw Holster

Quarters:

• Winchester Model 1200
• Crew Files
• Collection of Photographs (Mostly From the War)
• Collection of Expensive/Quality Whiskey
• Stockpiled Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Guitar
• Babbler
• Medical Kit
• Encyclopedia

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jackson had as much of a reason as anyone else from Shadow to sign up with the Browncoats. A simple and normal life cut short by horrific bombing which turned his home, and the homes of those close to him to ash. He signed up with the Browncoats to try and protect whoever he did still care about that was left. That was a purpose he failed in many times throughout the war and even afterward, now he just holds to that as well as he can, despite failures.

History: Born to a pair of simple horse-ranchers, Jackson was on the fast-track for the simple life, he had no desire for the fancier side of the 'Verse, the more civilized worlds like Persephone had nothing alluring for Jackson. He loved the open sky, the dirt and the green of the border worlds. He grew up alongside Anisa Crowe, a girl from the neighbouring Cattle Ranch who was the same age as him. The two of them were good friends, helping out on each other's ranches and spending a great deal of their free time together.

When the war came, and the bombings with it, Jackson had been on his way to the Crowe family's ranch when it was destroyed. He watched from a distance as the bombardment completely destroyed the ranch, and he could do nothing to stop it. Initially believing his friend Anisa to be dead, he went to the ruins to try and salvage any remains to bury, but Anisa came back to find the destruction. For a while, Jackson's own home managed to avoid damage. When Jackson did sign up with the Independents, he did it alongside Anisa, being placed into the 32nd Overlanders Regiment.

Jackson rose through the ranks quickly through the war, and within the 32nd he met the woman who would become his wife. They married half-way through the war in a small service on leave. Toward the end of the war, just before the battle of Serenity Valley, Jackson took part in a major operation, his first as a Lieutenant, and although he got his unit out without casualties, he was badly wounded when a large piece of shrapnel pierced his leg, just barely missing the artery.

His wound meant that Jackson was unable to participate in the Battle of Serenity Valley, but he did still see it burn. Taking part in the evacuation, Jackson was on the shuttle which picked up Anisa, she was the one who had the unfortunate task of letting Jackson know of his wife's death during the battle. Immediately after the battle, the 32nd Overlanders was disbanded, Jackson had been the only remaining survivor, the regiment entirely wiped out during the battle of Serenity Valley.

After the war, Jackson wandered for a while, he helped bury his wife at the Serenity Graveyard on Hera, but otherwise did nothing for a long while. That was until Anisa got in touch with him again, having just picked up a Firefly Class, she needed a First Mate for her crew, and Jackson had been her first pick for the job. Having not much else he could have done, and no where else to really go, Jackson accepted, happy for the work, and happy to keep doing things until he forgets about everything behind him.

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Character Quote: "I hate dirty tricks like that, especially when I don't pull 'em first!"
Theme Song: Lady Heroine - Space Oddity
Alliance Record: Smuggling, tariff dodging, transporting illegal cargo, assaulting an officer of the law, murder, burglary
Anything Else:

And i'd be hard-pressed to decide between Mal and Wash.
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Name: Lucas Walsh
Aliases: Luke
Age: 24
Birthday: 7th March
Ethnicity: English
Birth Place: Manchester, England
Apartment Number: 1B
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Art/Education
Occupation: High School Art Teacher
Languages: English, Finnish, French, German, Japanese, Russian

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 184lb
Build: Athletic, Agile
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred Knuckles, no tattoos
Personal Style: Lucas likes to look nice, he's always wearing his thick-framed glasses and usually a buttoned formal shirt, generally with the sleeves rolled up. He'll wear this even casually, generally with a nice cardigan or sweater when it's colder, but he's been known on occasion to stick to a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt, though this is usually when he's just relaxing at home, if he's going out, he puts effort in. His hair is short, and usually combed to the side neatly and professionally.

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Laid-back * Overconfident * Humorous * Untrusting

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Dating Risa Couri
Personality: While overall professional and set on the task at hand, Walsh has been noted as being somewhat of a play-boy, in the younger years he spent watching old spy movies, he clearly held more of an interest in the women than anything else. He is generally a fairly charismatic and friendly individual, and regularly cracks jokes at unnecessary and even inappropriate times. He has some issues with trusting people, especially those he's only recent met. He generally seems to classify those he doesn't know as some sort of threat.

Lucas always held a deep appreciation for the arts and for sports. As a gymnast, Lucas regularly involved himself with Gymnastic and Athletic competitions during his schooling, and usually did quite well. He coupled these skills together, usually using his agile nature to make art in unlikely spots, generally through Graffiti. He took great enjoyment in mocking and even tormenting the police who usually pursued him, knowing he'd easily escape via rooftops, alleyways and all other manner of pathways. He is incredibly overconfident, and it has been marked as his greatest weakness.
Habits: Humming, Picking at his teeth, Annoying people deliberately
Hobbies: Hiking
Fears:

• Wasps
• Heights
• Isolation

Likes:

• Black Coffee
• Art of any kind
• Sports of any kind
• Women of any kind
• Beer
• Spy movies

Dislikes:

• Religion
• Wine
• Snobs
• Hot weather
• Disco music
• Horror movies

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General World Skills:

• Smooth-talking
• Driving (cars)
• Teaching
• Stamina
• Agility

Combat Skills:

• Boxing
• Parkour
• Knives
• Handguns
• Breaking & Entering

What Is On Your Person:

• Glasses
• Wallet - Id, Cash, Photo of girlfriend, credit cards, insurance card, weapons permits
• District Teacher's ID
• Clothing - Business Suit
• Cellphone
• Keys - Apartment, Car, school office
• Walther PPK
• Folding Knife
• Umbrella

Apartment:

• Complete Star Wars DvD set
• Laptop
• What few clothes his girlfriend hasn't stolen
• Workout gear
• Collection of student papers to mark
• Weights set
• Climbing shoes and gloves
• Collection of spray paint cans
• Complete James Bond DvD set
• Collection of comic books
• BMW M3

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What Brings You To The City: There wasn't much of a specific draw to Justice for Lucas, and there isn't much reason why he went there over anything else. In reality, Lucas has only moved to Justice along with his girlfriend Risa, and because there was the job offer available. Plus, what Englishman doesn't want to live in the cesspool of North America?

Life Before You Moved In: Born in Manchester, England to a single father - his mother having died in childbirth, Lucas spent the majority of his childhood in the UK. Growing up in a relatively peaceful suburb, Lucas was given a simple and enjoyable childhood as his father worked incredibly hard at two jobs to ensure that they were able to live happily and without want in their apartment within the city. Lucas developed his interest in Gymnastics at a young age from his father, a Gymnast himself, who often took Lucas to practice, and trained the young boy to take part himself. Lucas' father passed away in a climbing accident, a little over a year after Lucas began school.

When it came to his schooling, and academic lifestyle, Lucas was dedicated and skilled, a highly intelligent boy, Lucas performed well in his classes, topping quite a few of them - although he only particularly held a major interest in his Art subjects. An aspiring artist himself, Lucas was noted for the complex and original pieces of art he created, however - much to the displeasure of his teacher and guardian - he demonstrated quite the interest in Graffiti as an art form.

Graduating near the top of his class, Lucas went on to Oxford University to further his study of the arts. It was during his time in Oxford where Lucas first began to begin his aspiring non-career as a Graffiti artist, spreading his art around the university and Oxford as a whole in hard-to-reach and intriguing places. Lucas tried to avoid getting into too much trouble with the police, and after he graduated from the university he settled into a much more calm way of practicing his art.

Eventually, Lucas began to get involved in teaching, and began doing so at a high school level. He enjoyed the work, and began to teach overseas, moving in with his girlfriend Risa to teach in her own area, picking up a few more subjects such as language and history to teach at the same time. Moving to Justice to teach there has been the next step in his career.

Life Since You Moved In: Lucas has yet to properly move into the apartment he and Risa will be sharing, but he has been in Justice for a few weeks already at a hotel, having had to be there since the start of the school term, he's in the process of moving in to the apartment at the Boston Heights, however.

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Character Quote: "Are we going to stand around all day, or are we going to fight?"
Theme Song: Let's go by Stuck in the Sound
Dirty Little Secret: Had to kill a man in self defense during a mugging
Anything Else:

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Name: Joel Günther Grau
Aliases: 'Hans', Jo
Age: 27
Birthday: November 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Munich, Germany
Apartment Number: To Be Randomly Assigned By Gm - Leave Blank
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Astrophysics/Chemistry
Occupation: Heer Bundeswehr - Hauptgefreiter (German Army)
Languages: German (Natural) English (Fluent)

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 192lbs
Build: Muscular, Mesomorphic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bald head, thin blonde beard
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Collection of smaller scars along his left thigh, and the side of his torso, along with a few along his left hand and forearm.
Personal Style: Joel doesn't care much for fashion, his usual dress tending to be based far more on practicality and comfort than anything else. Generally he'll wear little more than a pair of jeans, shirts in various shades of grey, black and green. The one piece of clothing he's usually seen wearing is a military-style jacket, but other than that he wears nothing which indicates his career. Obviously, Joel doesn't do anything with his hair, as he doesn't really have any - though he keeps his beard trimmed very close to his face, looking after what little hair he does have.

He doesn't have any tattoos, and views the idea of them as unseemly - however he doesn't particularly have an issue with anyone getting them. He generally takes good care of his skin to keep it as clear as he is able, but doesn't make much of an effort to cover the scars which dot the left side of his body, for the most part - they aren't particularly visible under his clothing anyway. All-in-all, Joel is a fairly attractive man, with defined features and a build pointing to a relatively healthy lifestyle filled with exercise and proper eating.

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Humorous * Professional * Organized * Headstrong

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: When Joel puts his mind toward something, he's generally remarkably driven to reach whatever goal he's set before him. While on the outside Joel is an approachable, friendly and generally comedic character, he is also remarkably professional, and holds his appearance - especially to those he doesn't know - as one of his highest priorities. He regularly makes an effort to keep any area he's in as neat and tidy as he is able, and always cleans up after himself - even when assistance is offered. There has been many a time when hotel staff have come to Joel's room to find the sheets already ironed and the bed made perfectly.

Joel has always had an attitude that necessity comes before pleasure, and as a result, he's never particularly held a focus or too strong of a desire to seek out any sort of romantic attachment. Primarily, his focus throughout his schooling was on his education, as was the case through his BSc, and during his time in the military, his focus has been on that career. As a result, most of his 'relationships' have been little more than a few one night stands.

Joel has a habit of getting along with anyone and everyone - he's met a lot of different sorts of people in the military, from snobs, to jokers, to general idiots - and he generally can find a way to get on with any of them. He's generally approachable, and often making jokes himself of any kind.
Habits: Taking apart objects and putting them back together, this goes for just about anything, from pens to computers, to car engines and weapons. Also has a regular twitch in his left arm, particularly when he is agitated, he tends to end up picking at his scars when doing this.
Hobbies: Studying Physics, Smoking, Boxing/Martial Arts
Fears:

• Loud, Sudden Noises (Fireworks/Explosive noises)
• Isolation
• Heights

Likes:

• Jazz Music
• Old Movies
• Spicy Food
• Boxing
• Coffee
• Astronomy

Dislikes:

• Disco Music
• Sweet Food
• Horror Movies
• Tennis
• Puzzles
• Astrology

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What Brings You To India: Joel has been in need of some time off for a long while, having only returned from a tour in Afghanistan, he has taken out an extended leave and has been looking for how to spend it. Claire, an old friend of his from a rather interesting trip he'd taken a few years back, spoke to him about a hotel in India her brother was staying at. With the thought coming to mind, Joel decided to give it a go, and made a booking at the Best Exotic.

History: Joel was born in Munich, Bavaria to Jacob and Erika Grau, a Botanist and a Lawyer. His childhood was simple and happy, with very little drama at any point. Joel was a hard worker, and a good child, the oldest, as a pair of siblings, a sister and a brother, would follow in a few years. He got along well with his siblings, and learned well from his parents example, avoiding trouble whenever it arose, and dedicating himself to his studies, and to the goal of giving his parents something to be proud of. He learned English at a young age from his mother, and took up French in high school out of interest. Throughout his schooling career, Joel showed a keen interest in science, encouraged by his father - and went on to pursue a degree in Physics at the University of Munich.

It was while he was in University that Joel began to pay more and more attention to world affairs, particularly taking an interest in the growing unrest and conflict in Afghanistan and Iraq - particularly his countries involvement in it. Personally viewing great worth in the involvement, Joel made a few visits to Bundeswehr recruiting offices during the first years of his degree, and eventually decided he would enlist - receiving a scholarship from the Bundeswehr to finish his degree before he enlisted properly. Eventually graduating with honours, Joel trained to become an explosives technician in the German Army, and after a year and a half of military work in Munich, he was deployed to Afghanistan.

Joel's first deployment went mostly without incident, he saw only a little combat, and experienced only one casualty in his unit during his time there. His second deployment, two years later, was far less quiet. By that time, the danger had increased significantly, and he saw far more combat as a result. Joel was eventually wounded in a landmine explosion, in which a good friend - Alex Shultz, was killed. Shultz was treated for his injuries and remained for the rest of his deployment. Interviewed by Psychiatrists on his return home, it was established that, while Joel did not suffer from PTSD of any major form, he was not capable to remain in his role, and he was transferred to general infantry. Joel returned for one more tour in Afghanistan, and currently he serves as a member of PzGrenBtl 561 in Munich.

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Character Quote: “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Anything Else:

• Joel has also never had an official, serious relationship with a woman before, his previous ones being little more than occasional sexual encounters.

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Name: Gregory Matthias Quinn
Aliases: Quinn
Age: 31
Birthday: November 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Ariel
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Alliance Military Captain

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blonde
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred chin
Personal Style: Gregory is rarely seen out of his armour, he essentially never takes it off, even when he is off-duty. He keeps his uniform and clothing well taken care of, and although when he is off duty he may wear it loosely or casually, it is always kept clean and relatively neat.

Similarly, Gregory makes sure that he is well groomed himself. He is always clean shaven, his hair kept at regulation length and usually styled in a neat manner. Overall, he prides himself on looking good, and making sure that he is presentable and respectable wherever he goes. He does not care for being overdressed, and it is fairly regular with the places he ends up going.

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Intelligent * Manipulative * Ruthless * Perfectionist * Cruel * Ambitious

Sexuality: Bisexual (prefers women)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Once, Gregory could have been considered a good man, someone who strived to do what was best for all those around him, to ensure the safety of all those around him along with fairness, order, and the rule of law. Quinn was once like many other young officers, kind, even charismatic, witty, but like many others, he was changed by war.

Following the war, and some of the horrors he was subjected to, Quinn has turned cruel. He holds a deep hatred for any of the old browncoats, though at the same time he understands why many of his own comrades have turned against the Alliance. He does not forgive the Alliance, but believes that with the correct leadership it could be reformed into something better. As such, he is quite ambitious, believing he could lead the Alliance to what it should be, this ambition has in the past led him to betray his superiors, to sell them out and even murder them, in order to secure his position.

On the outside, Quinn wears the facade of a cruel, evil man, he manipulates those around him, and gives no mercy to his enemies. However on the inside, Quinn is still very much the man he once was, terrified of facing retribution for his own actions, and so refusing to break away from the Alliance he no longer trusts.
Habits:

• Smoking
• Whistling while he works

Hobbies:

• Independent memorabilia collector

Fears:

• Arrest/Trial
• The Black
• The Ocean

Likes:

• Luxury goods
• Strawberries
• Studying his enemies
• Music
• Smoking
• Cheap liquor

Dislikes:

• Do-gooders
• Idealists
• Mention of the first war
• Mention of his past (at all)
• Lawyers
• Spiced food

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General Skills:

• Admin
• Diplomat
• Discipline
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Interrogation
• Lore
• Manipulate
• Tactics

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• History (Lore)
• Art (Lore)
• Small Unit (Tactics)

What Is On Your Person:

• A Well-looked after and decorated Officer's uniform
• Ident-Card
• Walther P38
• Belted Holster
• Boot-Knife
• Lighter
• Cigarettes
• Collection of Ribbons/medals
• Photo of his brother
• Commlink

Quarters:

• Files on Browncoat sympathizers
• Collection of cheap whiskey
• Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Heckler & Koch G36C
• Encyclopedia
• Collection of Independent Curios
• Rim-world Art collection
• Rim-world curios
• Mosin-Nagant M91/30

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Raised in a family of staunch loyalists, Gregory signed up in the first war to follow in the footsteps of his older brother, a long-experienced veteran in the Alliance military. While his brother served as infantry, Gregory signed up to become an officer, believing it would serve for a more respectable and admirable position.

History: Born into a rich and successful family on Ariel, Gregory's father was a successful politician, his mother a doctor, and his brother already an intelligent student and experienced athlete. Gregory himself was an intelligent, almost gifted child, performing marvelously throughout his schooling with the support of his family. Before the war started out, he was on the fast track to becoming a skilled lawyer.

However, when the war did start, Gregory had every intention of joining the Alliance military alongside his brother, who had been a member of the infantry for a number of years at that point. In the earlier years of the war, Gregory cared deeply about the men under his command, becoming a well-respected and decorated leader. However, he was eventually surrounded and defeated by Independents in a decisive battle which left his men captured or killed through a repeated and never-ending bombardment.

Gregory and those men alongside him who had been captured were submitted to torture, which left even more of his men dead. This turn of events sparked an immense change within Gregory. The death of his friends and men sparked a feeling of fear and hatred in Gregory which led him to take more drastic and ruthless actions against the Independents throughout the war. At the battle of Serenity Valley, Gregory refused to accept the surrender of an entire regiment of browncoats, having them all shot on the spot.

Since the war, Gregory has made his way along as an efficient, effective and ruthless leader. When the Alliance requires a job done well and done quickly, they send Gregory to deal with it, although they know more often than not to question his methods. Since the war has started up again, and the events on Miranda come to light, Gregory has more of a respect for the browncoat movement, and has even considered defection. However, considering his previous actions against the browncoats in the first war, he remains with the Alliance more out of fear, not wishing to face justice for his own actions.

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Character Quote: "We are all judged in the end."
Theme Song: The Glitch Mob - Animus Vox
Alliance Record: Bound by Law once under suspicion of War Crimes, found not guilty.
Anything Else: ~Already in the Previous CS~
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Name: Luke Teth
Aliases: Captain, A Scruffy-looking Nerf-herder
Age: 29
Species: Human
Homeworld: Alderaan
Allegiance: New Republic
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Droidspeak, Shyriiwook
Occupation: Captain of The Raven

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred Left Cheek
Personal Style: Luke likes to look nice, and individual - he hates uniformity, and outside of his flight suit will never really be seen in any Republic uniform. What he does wear generally revolves around practicality and blending in, his outfit is decent, but it's not so expensive or extravagant that he doesn't blend in with a hundred other spacers. He's generally seen in a collared shirt, dark jacket, military pants and spacer's boots.

Luke keeps his hair cut shorter than average, out of his eyes and off his ears, when he's wearing a helmet, he completely hides his hair. He doesn't make much other effort to groom himself, he's fighting a war after all, not parading in a beauty pageant.

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Idealistic * Opportunistic * Sarcastic * Inexorable * Regretful * Loyal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Luke is a man who has grown up seeing the world more how he would like it to be than how it truly is. However, he is not completely blind to the reality of things, he knows how to read a situation, and how best to use a person or a scenario at a given time. When an opportunity arises, Luke knows how best to utilize it. An incredibly sarcastic person, it would be hard to establish whether Luke is witty, or just plain annoying, as he has a tendency not to know when to stop with his sarcastic comments.

Just as he doesn't know when to stop with his sense of humour, Luke has no sense of when to quit. When he puts his mind toward a goal, it is nearly impossible to shift him away from that, even when things are going poorly, he will harbour a near never-ending devotion to a cause he's committed himself to. While this can be a good thing, it can lead Luke to stay in a dangerous situation far longer than necessary, perhaps creating more risk, but it does mean that he is incredibly loyal to those who have earned such loyalty. Luke houses a great deal of regret over past decisions, and he hopes to make those decisions right in the years to come.
Habits:

• Scratching behind his ear
• Licking his lips

Hobbies:

• Pazaak
• Sabacc

Fears:

• Superweapons
• The Force
• Mynocks

Likes:

• Gambling
• Exotic Food
• Wookiees
• Fighting
• Cats
• Credits

Dislikes:

• Dogs
• Hutts
• Bounty Hunters
• Hot Weather
• Port Security
• Being without work

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General Skills:

• Charm
• Astrogation
• Leadership
• Perception
• Pilot (Space)
• Streetwise
• Athletics

Combat Skills:

• Brawl
• Blaster Pistols
• Blaster Rifles
• Stamina
• Blades
• Space Combat

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White Buttoned Shirt, Navy Blue Jacket, Brown trousers, Black Boots
• Wallet - fake IdentCard, credits
• Holocommunicator
• DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol
• Datapad
• Fake Credit Chit
• Quickdraw Holster
• Vibro-Sword
• Hydrospanner
• Stolen, Defunct Holocron

Quarters:

• Astrogation Charts
• Stolen E-11 Blaster Rifle
• A280c Blaster Rifle
• Photos of Alderaan
• Spare Blaster ammunition
• R2 Astromech Droid
• Numerous tools
• Scattered Droid Parts
• Collection of Holovids
• Pazaak/Sabacc decks
• Stash of credits

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Luke grew heavily disenfranchised with the Empire following the destruction of his homeworld. Having been stationed aboard the Death Star and privy to the obliteration of Alderaan, Luke bore witness first-hand to the true nature of the Empire, and chose to have no part in it. Deserting from the Empire, Luke wasted no time making efforts to take up a particularly active role fighting the Empire he'd grown to despise - joining up with the Rebellion.

History: Born to a lesser house of nobles in the Juran Mountains region in Alderaan's Northern Hemisphere, Luke was privy to a decent and fairly luxurious early life. While his father was an average noble, more focused on the running of Alderaan's society than the grander scheme, his mother was heavily involved in the Republic senate, especially during the Clone Wars, and she spent a great deal of time off-world as a result.

When the Republic fell and the Empire rose, not a great deal changed for Luke, Alderaan was an important and relatively peaceful world even under the reign of the Empire, and so he had little to worry about. As he grew up in the comfort of his noble schooling and home, Luke began to entertain his more adventurous side, riding off on his father's speeder into the thin passes and canyons of the mountain, teaching himself to become quite the pilot. Luke was oblivious throughout his childhood of his mother's secret involvement with the fledgling rebellion.

When he turned eighteen, Luke allowed his desire to see more of the galaxy take hold, and he signed up for the Imperial Academy. He rapidly rose to the top of his class as a pilot, and before too long was shipped off to the Academy on Coruscant for more elite training. For the next two years of his life, Luke's training was extensive, and he continued to perform admirably during so, becoming a rather skilled TIE pilot. When he graduated from the Academy, Luke was assigned to the Death Star as a pilot, and he was aboard the station when Alderaan, his homeworld, was destroyed, while he was on a holo-call with his parents.

Witnessing first-hand the barbaric nature of the Empire, Luke almost completely shut down, falling into a deep depression for some time, partially blaming himself for his connection with the Empire. It was hardly any time at all after the planet's destruction that Luke was contacted by a rebellion contact of his mother's. Defecting to the Rebel alliance, Luke arrived on Yavin just in time to take part in the crucial Battle of Yavin, helping to destroy the very station which had destroyed his home.

Luke spent some time assigned to Blue Squadron in the Rebel Alliance, flying numerous missions and attacks on the Empire before he was taken out and reassigned roughly a year before the battle of Hoth. Given the Raven by Wedge Antilles, Luke hand-picked his crew, and set out to smuggle supplies and carry out other specific missions for the Rebellion, and later, the New Republic. Luke and the Raven were one of the first picked for Mon Mothma's diplomatic missions after the Battle of Endor.

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Character Quote: "Hokey Religions and Ancient Weapons are nothing compared to a good blaster at your side."
Theme Song: Panic! At the Disco - The Emperor's New Clothes
Imperial Record: Treason, Deserting, Murder, Smuggling, Terrorism
Anything Else: And Empire Strikes Back!
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Name: Hunter-Killer Assassin/Protocol Droid Designation 86
Aliases: HK-86, HK
Age: 26
Species: Droid
Homeworld: Raxus
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: The Raven
Gender: Masculine Programming
Languages: Over 6 Million forms of communication
Occupation: Protocol/Assassin Droid

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Height: 5'9
Weight: 350lbs
Build: Bipedal
Eyes: Orange
Hair: N/A
Skin Tone: Rusty Red
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: HK does not really have any particular 'style' as he doesn't wear clothing. He does however, create great pride in the colour and shade of his plating, he insists that the Rusty Red colour to his exterior inspires appropriate fear in targets.

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Murderous * Sarcastic * Remorseless * Resourceful * Humorous * Loyal

Sexuality: N/A
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: It is not difficult to believe that HK's primary function is assassination theory and the execution of said theory, most of his thoughts and time is devoted to the consideration or action of combat, murder and assassination. When it comes to any sort of issue that needs resolving, HK will remind everyone he is with of his function, and suggest the most violent action available as a solution.

His behaviour core is designed in such a way that gives HK a rather black sense of humour. He is a very sarcastic individual, and regularly makes humorous and sarcastic comments inbetween making suggestions and requesting to shoot whomever might be annoying him at any particular time. He makes no effort to suppress his opinions about people, except his master. HK is however exceptionally loyal, and he lacks the capacity to ever betray his master or their allies.
Habits:

• Calling organics 'meatbags'
• Threatening people

Hobbies:

• Wanton Slaughter

Fears:

• Running out of targets
• Deactivation
• Not being used for assassination

Likes:

• Blasters
• Droids (Some)
• Fighting
• High Explosives
• Assassination
• The War

Dislikes:

• Meatbags
• Protocol/Etiquette
• Peacetime
• Politics
• Astromech Droids
• Idiots

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General Skills:

• Mechanics
• Discipline
• Coordination
• Computers
• Resilience
• Stealth
• Vigilance

Combat Skills:

• Ranged (Heavy)
• Ranged (Light)
• Gunnery
• Melee
• Brawl
• Explosives

What Is On Your Person:

• T-21B Targeting Rifle
• CA-87 Shock Blaster
• Dioxis Grenades
• Thermal Detonators
• Wrist-loaded mini rocket launcher
• Wrist-mounted flamethrower

Quarters:

• DLT-19X Targeting Rifle
• EE-3 Carbine Rifle
• A280c Blaster Rifle
• EE-4 Blaster Rifle
• Charging Station
• Numerous explosives

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: The choice of which side to join in the war was not exactly up to HK himself to make. He has no particular alignment to either side, instead sparing his loyalty for the individual who serves as his master. HK happened to be found and reactivated by the Rebel alliance, rather than the Empire - and as a result has served with them over the Galactic Empire.

History: Constructed by the Confederacy of Independent Systems roughly a year before the outset of the Clone Wars, HK was based off old assassination droid designs, and created primarily for the purpose of assassinating key officials within the Republic throughout the war. During the war, HK performed admirably, assassinating a number of Jedi Generals and Commanders, along with numerous high-ranking Clone officials. Much to his dismay however, the clones were easily replaced.

His most successful operation in damaging the Republic came toward the end of the war, when HK took part in the assault on Coruscant. While on Coruscant, HK was tasked with assassinating as many politicians as possible, an easy task given the location. While HK was relatively successful in his efforts, he was eventually forced to retreat after the Supreme Chancellor was captured. Fleeing the world aboard a stolen transport, HK left the system but was shot down before he could rendevous with his handler above the planet of Dathomir.

Deactivated in the crash to preserve his body, HK remained deactivated throughout the brief rest of the war, and through a number of years under the fledgling Empire. Late into the Galactic Civil War, HK was discovered by a Rebel team led by Luke Teth, after finding the droid and its records aboard the transport, Luke took it upon himself to repair and reactivate the droid. HK now serves under Luke, and as a result, serves the Rebellion and New Republic.

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Character Quote: "Statement: I am most eager to engage in some unadulterated violence."
Theme Song: Marilyn Manson - Killing Strangers
Imperial Record: Mass-murder, Assassination, Attempted Murder, Murder, Arson, Hit and Run, Many other variations of murder
Anything Else: ~Contained in Previous CS~
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Name: Kordath Arbeia Targon
Aliases: Kor
Age: 40
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Male
Languages: Galactic Basic, Huttese, Basic understanding of most
Occupation: Imperial Intelligence

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 164lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: When he is not required to slip into a character, Kordath is almost always wearing a cleanly pressed uniform. He rarely bothers with civilian clothing even when off duty. However, Kordath is content to wear anything when taking on a role to infiltrate, from stormtrooper armour to a smuggler's casual clothing, he has no difficulty rocking any kind of outfit.

Kordath grooms himself neatly, keeping himself clean shaven, and his hair cut short and neatly combed. He always wears his pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. Overall, Kordath makes a particular effort to always appear presentable, and gentlemanly.

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Professional * Ruthless * Gentlemanly * Racist * Charismatic * Untrustworthy

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Kordath is, in every real sense, the ideal Imperial Officer. Raised in an environment of civility and near-indoctrination, Kordath had Imperial rhetoric and propaganda drilled into him from a young age. He has developed a professional attitude, gentlemanly and filled with the kind of human-supremacist attitude of many other Imperials. Kordath simply views most alien species as lesser, even 'slave species'.

His time with Imperial Intelligence only accentuated some of Kordath's features, the man becoming more charismatic and able to schmooze with senators and nobility, and slum it with smugglers and rebel scum all at once. Kordath is easily able to slip in and out of characters, and as a result it is almost impossible to tell when he is lying about something, this makes him an incredibly untrustworthy individual, for any side.
Habits:

• Fiddling with his ring
• Smacking his lips

Hobbies:

• Mixing Drinks

Fears:

• Most aliens
• Humiliation
• Disorder

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Finery
• Blasters
• Lying
• Civilization
• Politeness

Dislikes:

• Aliens
• The Rim
• Incivility
• Monotony
• Having a bluff called
• Droids

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General Skills:

• Coerce
• Charm
• Negotiate
• Deceit
• Pilot (Planetary)
• Stealth
• Skullduggery

Combat Skills:

• Brawl
• Blaster Pistols
• Explosives Use
• Staff fighting
• Martial Arts
• Targeting Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - A cleanly pressed Imperial Intelligence uniform, a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses.
• IdentCard - Real & Fake
• Credits
• Communicator
• Wrist Vibro-knife
• DT-12 Heavy Blaster Holdout Pistol
• AB-75 Bo-Rifle
• Black Jeweled Ring
• Datapad
• Computer Spike

Quarters:

• Collection of blaster rifles and pistols
• Various ammunition types
• Various disguises
• Vibrosword
• Force Pike
• E-11s Sniper Rifle
• Collection of records
• Blackbox holonet terminal

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: With his sort of upbringing, choosing anything but the Empire simply wasn't an option to Kordath. With parents in Regional government and the ISB, Kordath was forever surrounded by propaganda and idealism of the Empire. To him the Rebellion was nothing more than a band of murderers, criminals and terrorists, a group he would never have any part in.

History: Born on the ship-building capital of the galaxy, Kordath managed to avoid the usual path of ship-building most Kuati people were set on from birth. His mother a regional governor, and his father an ISB liason to the sector, Kordath was immersed in Imperial culture and idealism from the very day he was born.

He was raised by his parents, both of them a happy and lavish couple, on a world relatively far from any dissent, living easily off the work of slaves and getting by doing next to nothing. The two had plenty of time to devote to Kordath, and each made an immense effort to ensure their son would grow to become the ideal Imperial officer.

When he came of age, Kordath immediately signed up with the Imperial Security Bureau, and with a great amount of nepotism from his parents, he secured a reasonable position as a security and loyalty officer. However, he soon grew bored in the life of a security officer, and with further assistance from his parents, managed to enter into the Imperial Intelligence Selection process.

Having been raised to be ideal, Kordath had next to no trouble passing the tests set before him, joining intelligence as an agent, he was set out almost immediately on a number of operations to gather intelligence on the Rebel Alliance. His work with Intel managed to help the Empire track the stolen plans of the first Death Star to Princess Leia, although he could do little to effect the overall outcome of the war. He had been assigned aboard the Vindicator when the battle of Endor took place, and remains there still.

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Character Quote: "Manners maketh man."
Theme Song: Free Bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd
Imperial Record: Record Expunged
Anything Else: ~Contained in Previous CS'~
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Name: Harold Alexander Walsh MC
Aliases: Harry, Sarge, H
Age: 26
Birthday: October 13th, 1898
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Gloucestershire, England
Residence: Leave blank, the GM will determine this based off your character and tell you what to fill in before you move it over to the CS Tab
How Long In Cairo: Two Weeks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: British Army Sergeant - Retired, Freelance Author
Languages: English (Natural), Egyptian Arabic (Bits and Pieces)

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Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180lbs
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred left Thigh
Personal Style: Practicality is what Harry looks for above all else in his clothing. He is generally in simple and comfortable outfits, and doesn't particularly have much variation between those outfits. He isn't one to go out of his way and look particularly dolled up for the occasion, and he's quite content to put on the same shirt from the day before as opposed to getting a new one. In the cold, he generally wears his old army jacket, but otherwise dresses in simple, civilian clothing.

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Humorous * Crude * Chivalrous * Blunt * Creative * Regretful

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Harry is generally a fairly friendly and boisterous fellow. He has a good sense of humour and strives in most interactions to make those he is with laugh, as something of a comedian, he manages to find something to laugh about in almost any situation. Harry does, however, swear like a sailor - a result of his military life, he has next to no censor and will spout off expletive after expletive at the drop of a hat. Raised to be a proper gentleman, Harry is particularly polite and helpful towards members of the opposite sex, and will generally strive to help women in any way he is able.

Again an offset of his military life, Harry can be particularly blunt and straight-forward at times, not particularly caring as to whether he may offend someone or not when bringing up an issue or problem. Between his musical, literary and artistic talents, Harry is an incredibly creative man who strives to take part in any form of the arts, while dedicating most of his time to literary pursuits. Behind his generally happy exterior however, a great deal of regret and sorrow lingers within Harry, which is usually not witnessed by those around him, unless they are particularly close.
Habits:

• Biting his lip
• Scratching his chin

Hobbies:

• Sketching

Fears:

• Loud Bangs (explosions and such)
• Thick Smoke (Or gas)
• The Smell of Garlic or Mustard

Likes:

• Tea
• Cats
• Cheap Liquor
• Spiced Food
• Books
• History

Dislikes:

• Bullies
• Conflict
• Scorpions
• Planes
• Whistles
• Snobby people

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General World Skills:

• Research
• Planning
• Leadership
• Maintenance (Weapons)
• Music (Piano)
• Cool-headedness
• History
• Investigation
• Navigation

Combat Skills:

• Mental Stamina
• Rifles
• Swords
• Riding (Horse)
• Athletics

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - White shirt with rolled sleeves, brown trousers and boots, military jacket in the cold
• Purse/Wallet - British money, Egyptian Money, Passport, Military papers
• Silver Signet Ring
• Colt M1911
• Two Magazines of Ammunition
• Note Book
• A few pencils
• Rolling papers
• Tobacco
• Lighter Marked with '2nd Mounted'

Residence:

• SMLE Mkiii* - Engraved with 'Hazza'
• Picture of his unit
• Military Cross
• Old Journal
• Collection of sketchbooks
• Collection of notebooks
• History Books
• Spare Ammunition
• Spare Clothing
• Typewriter
• Horse - 'Roach'

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What Brings You To Cairo: Harry is in Cairo revisiting sites he was involved in during the Great War, so as to draw them after the war has ended, and gain some further inspiration to put into the writing of his book and memoir. He is also particularly interested in absorbing much of the culture and history which he had little chance to enjoy the last time he had been in Egypt.

Life Before You Moved To Cairo: Born to a particularly well-off family in Gloucester, Harold Alexander Walsh was graced with a relative abundance of schooling from a young age. Learning to read, write and even hunt before he was a teenager, Harry had a particularly sheltered life at home, away from any of the troubles of the world or struggles. His parents were particularly proud of the path he was on throughout most of his young life, a budding artist, it was their hope that he would go off to university and eventually make a name for himself, unfortunately, that was not to be.

At the age of seventeen, Harry signed up with the British Expeditionary Forces to fight in the Great War, falsifying his enlistment papers considering he was under the age of eighteen. Signing up with the cavalry, Harry was assigned to the 2nd South Western Mounted Brigade and sent off to training in Southern England. He completed his training and in late 1915 was sent to Egypt to fight the Ottomans. Harry spent much of the war in Egypt and the Sinai Desert, being wounded twice, once by shrapnel and once by Mustard Gas, he was eventually awarded the Military Cross for Valour, after leading a charge against an Ottoman trench.

Harry managed to live through the war, being sent to the Western front in 1918 to help break through the last of the German defenses. Returning home when so many of his local friends had not, he struggled to readjust to civilian life. Eventually, he learned the best way to cope with his stress and 'battle fatigue' as doctors referred to it was through the arts, via music, writing and drawing, he began to cope better with his stress. Eventually, he came up with the idea of writing a memoir of his war experience, setting out to the battlefields he fought at for further inspiration.

Life Since You Moved To Cairo: Harry has spent time moving back and forth from the city of Cairo itself and the outlying battlefields and war graves, sketching the areas he's fought at and jotting down notes of memories as they come to him. He's enjoyed much of the Egyptian night life, frequenting a few local bars and night-markets, while visiting the local libraries and museums from time to time during the day.

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Character Quote: 'I'm only starting to learn what 'survive' means.'
Theme Song: It's a Long Way to Tipperary - Robert Mandell
Anything Else:

• Ra
• Ricas

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Name: Scott Adam Fairburne
Aliases: Scotty, The Gentle Giant
Age: 40
Birthday: June 7th
Ethnicity: African-American
Birth Place: Harlem, New York
Apartment Number: Imperial Apartments - 3B
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Bartender
Languages: English (First Language)

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Height: 6'3"
Weight: 225lbs
Build: Large, Muscular
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Scott dresses simply and comfortably, both at work and on the streets, he is usually wearing a simple T-shirt and a pair of Jeans. In colder weather, he'd generally be seen wearing a simple, cheap hoodie. Scott doesn't worry too much for fashion, and most of his clothes are affordable, and plain. His shoes are also fairly simple, comfortable black loafers or simple running shoes.

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Good-Natured * Intimidating * Polite * Quiet

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Scott generally has the best in mind for people, he wants to help anyone he can however he is able, and will often go out of his way to offer some people assistance regardless of how long or how well he knows them. Regardless of that however, he can often come across as intimidating to most people he meets. Scott holds himself in a certain way, and generally has such an appearance most of the time where he does appear to be quite the intimidating feature, even though he tries his best to avoid it.

While he can come across as intimidating, when you speak to him, it can often be anything but. Scott was raised with manners in mind, and as a result he can be an exceptionally polite person to speak with and be around. He generally approached people with his best behaviour, and is almost never rude to anyone unless they give him reason to. However, Scott doesn't often approach people on his own. He is a particularly quiet and reserved individual, and aside from the people he speaks to at work and his regular customers, he avoids making close friends if he can.
Habits: Scratching his chin, Cracking his knuckles
Hobbies: Cooking/Cleaning, Exercise, Mixing drinks,
Fears:

• Large Crowds
• Prison
• Clowns

Likes:

• Cooking
• Reading
• Working
• Exercise
• Jazz Music
• Dogs

Dislikes:

• Coffee
• Criminals
• Thugs/Bullies
• Fighting
• Drinking
• Guns

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General World Skills:

• Intimidation
• Cooking
• Streetwise (Gang Knowledge)
• Athletics
• Charm

Combat Skills:

• Unarmed Combat (Boxing)
• Melee Weapons (Improvised)
• Resilience (Very High Pain Tolerance)
• Stamina
• Cool Headedness

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing: Maroon T-shirt, Dark Jeans, Black loafers
• Wallet: ID, $25 Cash, No bank cards
• Keys to Residence
• Keys to the Bar
• Phone (iPhone 6)

Apartment:

• Basic Wardrobe
• Assortment of fictional and non-fictonal books
• Collection of cooking utensils
• Cookbooks
• Mixing kit
• Cocktail book
• Safe of Cash
• TV
• Comic Books
• Baseball Bat
• N/A

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What Brings You To The City: After getting out of prison, Scott left Harlem and the East coast as a whole, hoping to avoid the lifestyle he'd once been a part of. Making his way as far from New York as possible, Scott settled on Justice relatively at random, finding a cheap apartment in ads, and a decent enough job at a small bar, hoping to slip in to as isolated, dull and quiet life as possible. Scott simply hoped Justice would be big and busy enough that he could blend right into the shadows, and forget all about his old life.

Life Before You Moved In: Growing up in Harlem was never particularly easy for Scott. With a father who ran guns and a mother who left, he never really had a good role model growing up. When he was still young, Scott had learned to use a gun and was being used to run cash from person to person without asking questions. His father built him up to be just like he was, planning for Scott to be a gun runner himself. However, Scott grew up to loathe guns, he despised them, seeing them used and being forced to use one himself to kill a man at age fourteen. While he didn't become a gun runner, he'd still had the gang lifestyle drilled into his mind, there was no escaping the lifestyle for him.

Scott started working as local muscle for hire, generally being taken on jobs either to intimidate someone at a deal, or beat someone to a pulp. Before too long, Scott started to become relatively famous among the criminal element in Harlem, and eventually the rest of New York. Gangsters would often recommend that if you needed someone beaten to the point where they were just barely going to survive, Scott Fairburne was your man. Eventually, he started to get known among the law enforcement community as well, becoming a target.

Eventually, Scott was caught up in a bust, being charged and sent to prison on charges of assault, battery, causing grievous bodily harm, and attempted murder. Scott spent the next ten years of his life behind bars, eventually getting out on good behaviour as he seemed through and through to be a reformed citizen. For the most part he was, Scott no longer felt a draw to the gang lifestyle, he felt an incredible degree of remorse for his actions as a criminal, and no respect for anyone who acted similarly.

Life Since You Moved In: Since moving in, Scott has enjoyed his job working as a simple bartender at a relatively small, almost underground bar downtown. While for the most part he's made an immense effort to blend in as much as possible, Scott has started picking up a few odd jobs for some of his regulars, or people he has felt needed it. Some of the jobs have been simple, helping people move, but others have been a bit more major, dealing with thugs and bullies pressing people for protection money and the like. Unfortunately, his actions haven't been unnoticed, and he may have started to expose himself more than he'd like.

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Character Quote: "Sometimes, you just gotta step up."
Theme Song: The Weeknd - Starboy
Dirty Little Secret: Scott is fairly well-known in the underworld for his time as muscle.
Anything Else:

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Name: Nathan Edward Darcy
Social Class: Gentry (Knight)
Age: 31
Birthday: Feb-12, 1792
Nationality: Welsh
Birth Place: Swansea, Wales
Residence: Dartfire Estate, Rother, Sussex, England
Gender: Male
Education: Private Education
Income Source: Inheritance
Native Language: English

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 176lbs
Build: Muscular, Athletic
Eyes: Blue, thin almond shape
Hair: Dark Brown, short and straight.
Skin Tone: Sunkissed
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Japanese characters Tattoo'd across back.
Personal Style: In a private setting, Nathan tends to dress in particularly oriental clothing such as a Kimono, particularly in line with much of the training and upbringing he has received. However, when he goes out and is among the company of others of his station, he wears more appropriate clothing, trousers, shirts and jackets which suit his station, not too overly expensvie but certainly not a paupers clothing. Overall, he chooses comfort over anything, however.

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Honourable * Overly-Philosophical * Kind * Self-Sacrificing * Loyal * Detached

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: What one would expect from Nathan through looks is more or less not what one would get. The influence on Nathan from spending much of his life away from home in Japan shows, as he adopts much of Japanese culture and mannerism into his general personality. A remarkably polite man, Nathan is soft-spoken, but knows very well how to make himself known if the situation requires it. Above all, Nathan admires Honour, and his view of this can be very narrow and restricting, it is rare for someone to entirely fit within his categorization. When discussing Honour and its merits, Nathan is prone to becoming overly philosophical, and it can be difficult to hold a conversation with him without him making something of a pretentious comment, making him somewhat frustrating.

Whenever and wherever he can, Nathan seeks to help whoever he may, always viewing the good in people where he can, Nathan is an immensely kind and caring individual, just as content to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea with an enemy as with a friend. This kindness can go to extreme lengths though, falling in line with his own codes of honour, Nathan will go through anything to assist others, even putting himself at extreme risk. However, this makes him an incredibly loyal individual, particularly to those he is close with, as there is nothing he would not to for those he is close to. Getting so close to him can be difficult however, ever the recluse, Nathan prefers to remain in the background, quietly observing as opposed to speaking out.
Habits:

• Humming a soft tune to himself
• Dusting off his shoulders

Hobbies:

• Meditation

Fears:

• Fire
• Wasps
• Loss of Knowledge

Likes:

• String Music
• Peace and Quiet, the perfect meditation atmosphere
• Cats
• Cherry Blossoms
• Honourable and Respectable Folk
• Intelligence

Dislikes:

• Ignorance
• Overly Hot Weather
• Firearms
• Dishonourable Folk
• Anyone who tries to convert him
• Unecessary Violence

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General Skills:

• Cultural Knowledge (Japanese/Shinto)
• History - Japan
• Negotiation
• Cool-headedness
• Court Etiquette
• Sketching
• Instrument (Biwa)
• Horseback riding
• Climbing
• Dueling
• Reading
• Swimming

Trained Skills:

• Language - Japanese
• Burēdorōdo
• Shadōtoyūgō
• Shinobaransu
• Shinorinri
• Kyū Kaze

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - A Black Haori worn over a simple white buttoned shirt, tan gentleman's trousers and black jackboots.
• Small Tea kit - Cup, bottle, tea leaves
• Katana
• Katana Sheath on Belt
• Wakizashi
• Wakizashi Sheath on the Small of his back

Residence:

• Shinto Shrine
• Biwa
• Tea-Making tools
• Collection of Incense
• Collection of Japanese Swords
• Whetstones
• Tategaki Materials
• Kimonos
• Suit of Traditional Samurai Armour
• Collection of Philosophical Texts
• Ikko - Housecat

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Family History: If one looks back far enough, the respected and honourable Darcy family has a far more cruel, almost barbaric history. Once a number of bandits and raiders, the Darcy's were eventually hired by different lords, becoming mercenaries renowned for their excellent skill as fighters and leaders. Although for a long time they were not 'knights' or indebted to any one lord or family, they eventually became members of the Landed Gentry, granted a Keep in Southern Wales.

Since then, the Darcy family has grown in their standing, taking on far more honourable roles as knights, training soldiers and fighters across Great Britain for the Crown. Still they hold an immense reputation for their ability to fight, and the name 'Darcy' has become so known across the British Isles for such ability.

Your personal life: The youngest born, and least physically capable son born to his parents, Nathan's father was met with a dilemma to do in regards to the child. Wishing to retain his family's reputation, but not wishing to shun or hide his child from the world if he did not meet those expectations, his father instead decided to send Nathan far away for training, in the hope that his weak childhood would be turned around, and to get rid of him if it did not.

Arriving in Japan at only age seven, Nathan was brought to train with the Shimazu swordsmen and was placed under the tutelage of Kouki Shimazu, a former Samurai and Buddhist monk. Kouki spent a great deal of time training Nathan's mind before he ever touched a sword. Nathan was provided an education in science, history, philosophy and religion, shaping the man he would become and the culture he would surround himself in for much of his life. By the time he had turned twelve, Nathan had still never touched a sword, but had already trained both his body and his mind to fit among the Shimazu.

Nathan exceeded expectations when he finally began to train with a blade at age thirteen, matching his first opponents, he was quickly brought to higher and higher levels as he seemed to quickly understand and take to heart the advice and instruction he was given. Nathan trained with a variety of different blades, taught by different Shimazu swordmasters, but he was always tutored first and foremost by Kouki, who had so far done exactly as he had hoped, by shaping the young student into a swordsman before he had ever touched a blade.

By the time he turned eighteen, Nathan had reached the point where his training was complete and he could not be trained further. To congratulate him, Kouki gave Nathan his old Samurai armour as a gift, which Nathan wore through much of the rest of his time in Japan. He did not return to Wales for a while after his training was complete. Wandering across Japan, he sought to hone his skills further by working as a Samurai, helping small towns with local bandits or lords with feuds and disputes. Nathan eventually spent some time in the seclusion of the mountains, converting to Shinto and spending much of his time among the Ikko-Ikki monks.

When he finally returned, Nathan was vastly different to the rest of his family, and he found himself immensely detached, as few of them really fit into his consideration of what was honourable. Eventually, he chose to leave Wales, using the inheritance his father had still provided him with to build an estate for himself in Sussex, settling down to spend his days in meditation and practice.

What you want for your life: Nathan's desire in life is simple. He has no particular desire for anything material, nor for any major plans such as marriage or children, though he would not be opposed to them. Rather, Nathan simply wishes to return to Japan, into the mountain monasteries where he had spent much of his time in peace. He simply wishes to remain in peace, meditating and practicing, away from the evil and darkness of the world.

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Character Quote(s): "Action is always greater than inaction."
Theme Song: MUSE - Knights of Cydonia
Anything Else:

• Nathan converted to, and is an avid follower of Shinto-Buddhist beliefs following his time in Japan.
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  Location: Bayern-Kaserne, Alfa Barrack
  Interacting With: Alfa Squad, Administrative Unteroffizier

  
  
  Mail call. The most painfully dull, slow, inefficient and generally unneeded aspect of the German Army, or any military organization for that matter. To some of the others in his squad, returning from a long field exercise to the mail which had been held from them was a welcome treat, but Joel just wanted to find an actual, comfortable bed and fall asleep.
  
  "Obergefreiter Gott." The Administrative Corporal droned on as he went down the list in his hand, a small stack of letters in his hand.
  
  "Ja." An equally droning voice sounded from beside Joel, the man in question. He received his mail and moved off away from the group, idly flicking through bills and junk mail for anything of actual interest. The second he was out of his peripherals, Joel didn't care, he just wanted to hear his name so he could go to his bunk and pass out.
  
  "Hauptgefreiter Grau." The Corporal continued with the next name - the one Joel had been waiting for, he glanced momentarily to the man's hand, he held a selection of letters, but under-arm was a box, intricately carved with golden latches - he wasn't one for antiques, so he doubted it had been sent to him as any sort of gift, but he didn't know anyone who would send packages in such a manner.
  
  "Ja." Joel finally responded, moving toward the Corporal to retrieve his mail. Originally he couldn't have cared less what his mail was, but as he carried it back toward his bunk and looked over the box - ignoring the confused glances and stares from the others in the barrack - he built quite the intrigue toward it. Tossing aside his other letters as insignificant in comparison, Joel sat down on his bunk, setting the box in his lap, he figured if it had made it this far into the base he resided in, it wasn't dangerous to any degree. Or, rather, Joel assumed it wasn't dangerous.
  
  Gently, he set his finger and thumb on the gold pin, pulling it from the latch as he slowly and delicately lifted the lid, peering within. This was seeming less and less like something that would've been intended for him. Crimson velvet padded lining, and a trifolded piece of thick paper? This was an awfully over-complicated way for someone to be sending him a letter. But it was certainly not a letter, as Joel soon realised. Opening it, he had to do a double take as he looked over the two tickets he held, from Munich to Paris, and a boarding pass for the Orient Express.
  
  Congratulations!
  You are one of the lucky few that was picked to be the winner of this prestigious tour! You leave on March 14th from your city and will arrive in Paris on the 15th. There you will meet the rest of the winners at the Saint James Paris! You're accommodations are completely provided! Travel, fares, food, all are covered. On the 17th you will disembark from Paris on the legendary Orient Express for a tour of Europe and into the Carpathian Mountains! We cannot wait to see you, anything you need will be provided. A Black Status Card has provided for you to purchase anything you might need. I look forward to meeting you on the Orient Express.
  
  Sincerely,
  Your Provider
  
  As he sat and read the letter, Joel gathered somewhat of an audience, a few of his friends and comrades moving over to his bunk to peer over his shoulder at what was before him, a few unimpressed or unknowing 'huh' sounds coming from the majority as they moved on to other things. Joel, on the other hand, was simply confused. Why had he been picked? He'd been told a while ago that he should take some leave, the man hadn't since his third deployment, so he certainly would have been able to get the time off for this little 'vacation' - but Joel still groaned.
  
  "How do I even explain this to the Oberleutnant?"

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Name: Adam Jacob Harper
Aliases: Harper, Jake
Age: 34
Birthday: April 12th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Occupation: Construction Contractor

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 187lbs
Build: Medium build, toned and relatively muscular.
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous scars - bullets, burns, blades, etc.
Personal Style: Adam dresses simply and casually, generally a button shirt or a long-sleeved shirt with a pair of comfortable trousers or jeans will suit him just fine. He isn't the type to particularly care for fashion, and more often than not he stil walks around in a pair of hiking shoes, or something he'd wear on an expedition. He chooses comfort over all else when it comes to clothes.

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Good-natured * Reckless * Humorous * Inexorable

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: A good man at heart, Adam always tries to do what he believes is right, and when he is able, he tries his best to help people in need. While in his old line of work he tended to be surrounded by bad people, usually filled with greed, he always tried to do what he knew was best not just for himself, but for everyone around him. Unfortunately, his desire to do good usually pushes Adam to act without thinking. In most cases, he disregards danger to himself, and often fails to think about the consequences of his actions and how they affect others, so long as he believes what he is doing is right.

Witting, and with a strong sense of humour, Adam is generally able to find the bright side of any situation. From dumb puns and jokes to a general dry and sarcastic wit, Adam generally makes an effort to brighten up any situation. As much as he would like to deny it, Adam doesn't know when to quit in most cases, through so long in his old line of work, he's developed an inability to know when things are going too far, and has developed a kind of greed which he can't kick. Once he's started something, especially a hunt, he can't stop himself until it's complete, regardless of anything.
Habits:

• Scratching his chin when thinking
• Rubbing the back of his neck when guilty

Hobbies:

• Sketching/Drawing
• Diving
• Shooting

Fears:

• Clowns
• Drowning
• Clowns Sharks

Likes:

• Climbing
• History
• Mystery TV Shows and Movies
• Spicy Food
• Travelling
• Cool Weather

Dislikes:

• Downtime
• Sand
• Hot Weather
• Sweet Foods
• Birds
• Normality

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General World Skills:

• Driving (Car, Bike, Boat)
• History
• Research
• Problem-Solving
• Smooth-talking
• Streetwise

Combat Skills:

• Hand-To-Hand Combat
• Handguns
• Rifles
• Shotguns
• Stamina
• Endurance
• Agility

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Navy Henley, Khaki Trousers, Brown Belt, Hiking Boots
• Wallet - ID, $64 USD, Credit Card
• Cell Phone - Flip phone
• Notebook
• Spanish Dubloon
• Colt 1911
• Pencil
• Grappling Hook

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Born to a pair of archaeologist parents in Springfield, Illinois, most of Adam's young life was spent overseas, accompanying his parents on digs and expeditions. As a result of this, from a young age he developed an interest in history and myth, and even as a child, to the chagrin of his parents, he often was sneaking off to their dig sites in search of little treasures of his own. Always an explorer, he insisted on going with his parents everywhere, being homeschooled as a result.

However, when Adam was fourteen, his parents were tragically killed in an accident, trapped in a collapsing tomb on one of their digs. After this, Adam was sent back to the United States, spending the last few years of his 'childhood' in an orphanage. He became restless while he was there, always studying more and more, inspired by his parents lives and their 'sacrifices'. Shortly after he turned eighteen, he caught up with one of his father's old friends and colleagues, who helped Adam on his first hunt for treasure, his search for El Dorado, the famed city of gold.

During their hunt, they met the woman who would grow to become one of Adam's closest friends and allies, she joined the two on their hunt, and after a long and grueling expedition, they finally reached El Dorado, only finding the city to be cursed, and subsequently destroyed when they attempted to take any of its treasure, barely escaping with their lives. However, this was only the first of their journeys and hunts, unsatisfied, they soon set out on another, this time with the mythical hanging gardens of babylon in their sights.

While on their hunt, Adam and his partner found themselves challenged, faced with the challenge of a group of crazed terrorists, hell-bent on reaching the gardens and using some hidden power there to their own benefit. Despite the overwhelming odds, Adam and his partner managed to make their way to the gardens, uncovering the very power their challengers spoke of, with no choice but to again destroy it and the gardens themselves to stop it from being used for evil.

For some time, the two friends took a break from their adventures, having earned enough to relax for a time. Although this time, the adventure came to the two of them. His father's old contact and partner eventually contacted Adam with a lead to a prize which could not be ignored - the lost city of Atlantis. Adam and his partner set out again, a long and arduous expedition ahead of them, challenged this time by his father's old colleague, who instead sought to claim the fame of the discovery for themselves.

Eventually, Adam and his partner once again lay eyes upon the mythical and lost undersea city, deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, but for them there was no treasure, instead all they found was the cities guardian, the Kraken. While the two were able to avoid it, their challengers sought to pick a fight with the beast, and in the ensuing chaos, the underwater city was again destroyed. By now, Adam and his partner had still accrued quite a fortune from their small treasures gained on their journeys, and mutually decided to finally put their journeying behind them, and settle down.

Buying a place to stay together, the two friends found work and put their old lives behind them. Despite his lingering wanderlust and relative dissatisfaction with a 'normal' life, Adam has made every effort to keep his promist to his friend, turning down many opportunities which have come along, prizing the safety and happiness of his own friend above his own personal wanderlust.