Name: Luciel J. Lavandou ("Angel" or "Lulu" (by those who know him (Hates it)))
Gender: Androgynous Male
Furry Species: Jackalope
Age: Suspected to be somewhere between 18 and 30 (Lost a good bit of time and isn't completely certain)
Height: 167cm (About 5'6 (about 6'1ft counting ears))
Weight: 55kg (About 121lbs)



Inventory: Attache case
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- Derringer shotgun Boot-holstered or in armor cleavage-region
- Attire changes, though Luciel juggles between rather slimming kevlar vests. One of which has a bit more armor around the chest...if you know what I mean.
- Three throwing axes bandoliered to his right thigh.
- A single sleet hook-bladed knuckleduster kept in a boot-holster.
= In possession of a gas mask; paranoia in case the dome gives out.

Other:
- Speaks with a slight accent vhich I vill be inflictink upon readers.
- Mild agoraphobia and prefers to be indoors.
- Odd religious tendencies and mannerisms revolving around an affinity towards spiders.

Casual curiosity / A Toil of Ruses
Alone with myself

Gender: Female
Furry Species: Pink-Eyed White Rat

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.

Personality: A fairly apathetic and dry woman by default. She rarely speaks, but on the occasions she does she can sometimes provide some scathing commentary about the life and times of those inside the dome. Even then, she's not particularly smart or stupid, just seems that some of Bob's wit has rubbed off onto her. She participates in many vices, her nihilism and hedonism running rampant. She smokes, drinks, and is very casual about her relationships and sexual encounters. Despite all this, she can find joy in the old art of the world outside the dome. Other cultures absolutely fascinate her, and she saves most of the pictures she finds outside the dome and displays them proudly in her abode.

Though she's primarily a scav, other forms of work aren't an immediate decline. She will not kill for money, but thieving, and self defence are other, much more sketchy stories. It heavily depends on circumstance if she will take a job, and most of the time she tries to get by simply by scav requests, and fencing her loot from the outside, even if it means she must limit herself to cheap beer most nights and a pack of cigs every three days.

Biography: Born, like many other rat families, with many siblings, Alice was decidedly not a favorite child. She was also not a problem child so she, like most others in her family, was trained as a scavenger outside the dome. This is where she had her first encounter with the past culture of life outside the dome and she fell in love with it. Even now, adding a nice painting to her collection is one of her only sources of true satisfaction. But other than those few moments, she was simply lazing through life and following the path laid out to her. Eventually, like all in her family, she was booted from the house at 16, now able to successfully scavenge outside the dome. She joined a scavenger's guild with some of her siblings, where she met the man who would change her life. Bob.

Bob was the absolute light of Alice's life. He was funny, smart, and always attended to her needs. He was also a master gunman, able to provide supporting fire for Alice, who was less suited to close combat. As a pair, they were unstoppable, and eventually, Bob asked her out. She agreed and for quite a while they had a healthy relationship. They even removed themselves from the guild, the pair being so great at scavenging they were able to freelance for request. Many people requested their skills, and they operated out of their shared apartment as "Bobby and Ally, Scavs 4 Hire". Unfortunately, Bob seemed to grow farther apart from Alice every day. Another lingering second staring at the waiter or waitress. Another night out and about with his friends. A split second he hadn't reacted on the job. Alice slowly began growing more and more into her old apathetic state of being. One day, he simply didn't return home. He left her a message detailing he had found a charming young man named Charlie and left it at that.

Alice fully bounded back into her apathetic personality, now with an added jadedness towards the dome and its inhabitants, from her ex. She simply bummed about on Bob's money, as he never bothered to collect much of his stuff once he left. Eventually, money ran dry, so she sold Bobs old possessions. Then their apartment. Her fame gone, the guild would not accept Alice T.'s return. Now rents out a room in The Hole, and also serves as a freelancer, taking many request for those who want something from outside the Dome. Ask Sacha for Alice T., or place a request on the notice board. She may find what you're looking for. Or she may not. Life's just a tad capricious like that, ain't it?

Inventory and Equipment

• Gas Mask - A sleek, white and red, rat-fitted gas mask. She also has a couple of filters for it. Though she keep the gas mask on her, all replacement filters are in storage until needed.
• Erratic Phallus - A .454 caliber, double-action, revolver, with a 6" barrel. The cylinder features a manual front cylinder hatch, so reloading requires two hands since the cylinder can't simply be flipped out. She also has a speed loader for it, so she doesn't have to manually load all 5 bullets in combat. In public she only carries the loaded gun and 5 bullets in the speedloader. All other ammo is stored until needed.
• Erotica a La Mode - A black tanto-style knife with partial serration. Mainly made for when things get hairy. She carries it on her in public.
• Scav's Tools - A light pack containing a multitool, a crowbar, and a machete. Useful for getting into abandoned buildings. Stored until needed.
• Messenger's Bag - A scavenged sack that seems to be referring to some kind of old game. It's light and has quite a few pockets, so Alice stores her loot here. Stored until needed.
• Armor Vest - A knife and blunt-trauma resistant vest. It's quite light and can be worn under regular clothes, but most days Alice keeps it in storage.
• Red Bow - A red bow Bob gave to her on their first date. She wears it always.

Other: Alice T. is pretty all around average in regards to her speed, combat prowess, etc.

Themes
Just hanging around...
Make love, not war.

Gender: Female
Furry Species: Lagomorph

Height: 4'8"
Weight: 92 Lbs. (42Kg.)

Personality: Most would regard Maxxy as insane. She revels in violence and acts almost exclusively on impulse. She's also quite self-indulgent, frequently eating and drinking even though she never seems to grow beyond her small frame. In fact she seems to bite most unknown objects that reach her mouth. which is probably why she doesn't smoke. She also hates fanciful words like "fanciful". Despite all this, she shares her partner's love of adventure and justice dispensary, and it seems that she's inherited her Sam's detective skills. She's surprisingly proficient in finding clues and evidence, stumbling across them in an almost happenstance like manner. She also has a soft spot for children.

Though she's quite mercurial, around Sam she seems very different. She is much more restrained, and acts almost as his sidekick. She trusts him a lot, and follows him around quite often. Without something to remind her of him, she can frequently be seen reminiscing about him. Despite this they insult and threaten each other often, but this seems to be in good fun. They also used to be very physical before Sam got shot, but the two have toned it down since then. Though they both care for each other deeply, even Sam and Maxxy can get confused on what exactly they are. They've even been known to contradict themselves in the same sentence.

Biography: Maxxy was born into a large family, and was quick to hide inside and play violent video games, since "they were the only thing that understood her." The only time she would come out to play was when her friend Sam was around. The two were inseparable, even more so when, mysteriously, Sam's parents disappeared. Sam was adopted into the Hase family, sort of, but he never forgot that day. It's what gave him a burning need for justice, and to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. This need was shouldered by Maxxy, who promised to murder whatever Sam wanted.

Fast forward a few years, and Sam discovered the Freelance Police, a gang dedicated to protecting the innocent, and performing grievous property damage. Once the two had been kicked out of the house because Maxxy lit to many things on fire, Sam insisted the two join and Maxxy followed him without a second thought. Sam was accepted in with ease, Maxxy with a little trouble, and they began work on the long and winding road of attempting to fix the horribly broken city of New Earlton. The two took to the work with gusto, and they went through many trials and tribulations. Gang members, insane informants, corrupt police officers. All of their adventures were very interesting, including artifacts of the old world, and many a conspiracy. Or so Maxxy says.

Eventually, the pair's luck ran out. As they were ascending the ranks of the association, mostly due to Sam's ingenuity and Maxxy's bloodlust, a specific case changed the two forever. The two were assigned a mild seeming case investigating into some stolen auto parts soon after a new man came into power, a bear named Flint. The two arrived on the scene to two fellow Freelance Police officers. Sam quickly asked the two what was going on, but three guns were drawn. Those of the henchman, and Maxxy's. The officers told the pair that the Freelance Police were under new managment, and that the two of them ought to leave while they could. An act of mercy for two go getters that Flint liked. Sam told them that they oughtta leave, before he and Maxxy forced them too. The two pairs stared each other down for what seemed like an eternity, before a shot rang out.

The officers lept behind cover, as did Sam and Maxxy. But the portly Sam wasn't fast enough, and said bullet landed in his leg. Maxxy managed to deal with their assailants, but Sam was injured, and now the two were out of a job and on the run. Sam, fading in and out of consciousness, told Maxxy of a hotel called the Hole. The two of them would be able to hide out there, for a while. Maxxy hopped in their cruiser, and for the first time, she drove it instead of Sam. This was no happy occasion, though. Once there, Maxxy talked to a man named Sacha and told him she would be willing to work as a PI for him, in turn for solace for her and a friend. He agreed, and now the two (well, until Sam recovers, one) work for The Hole, doing any investigating that needs to be done for the staff or it's patrons. The two are currently trying to keep quiet, unsure if Flint is still looking for them. Only time will tell, it seems.

Inventory & Equipment

• Little Devil - A semi-automatic pistol that Maxxy can hide seemingly anywhere. Though it's very inaccurate, it can be fired as quick as one can pull its hair-trigger, and has a decently large magazine.
• Big Kill - A ridiculously large revolver that was given to Maxxy by Sam. She carries it around to remind her of Sam whenever he's not around. Though it's slow, it's capable of almost sniper-like precision and damage.
• Spiky Rings - A set of Kakute, hidden in the palm to augment her razor sharp teeth to make her a dangerous close combatant.
• Notepad - A notepad and pen for Maxxy to doodle inappropriate things in. She can also list evidence and the such in it.

Other: Maxxy is unnaturally hardy, to an almost supernatural degree. Sam has thrown her at walls and she's gotten up fine. She also has a small frame, and is quick, giving her an edge in fights. She's, unfortunately, quite weak, balancing things out a little.

Sleuthin' and Stuff

Deeandra Marie Hawthorne

Dee, "Godmother", Boss, Devil's Mistress

25 years old/ Female

Snow Leopard

155lbs, 5’10”

Personality:

Deeandra is not the type of woman who has the time, nor is willing to take anyone’s mouthy attitude. She is a strong and independent individual who does not need approval unable to care about anyone’s perspective but her own. Those who have a problem with her need quickly find they must either change their viewpoint or confront her head on, the latter not being a wise decision. This closed-mindedness is a character fault that derives from the world scorning her leaving nothing but deep rooted hatred and bitterness. They say that anyone can change; however, the likelihood is so insignificant one should not hold their breath. Her tough and determined demeanor allow her to intimidate most into either staying out of her way or giving in to her desires.

One thing that is undeniable is the fact that while Dee can be cruel, snarky, and manipulative she is an honorable woman; evil, yes, but her word is kept though be wary of loopholes because she will find them. She is very old-fashioned and while she appears a lady she is far from it at heart. In the kindest fashion possible, Dee is very much the Devil. If one expects to break through her hard outer shell to find someone warm and cuddly they will be bitterly disappointed. The world has burned her and she locked away her childish dreams of a ‘happily ever after’ long ago.

From her bad attitude and snarky-conceited ideals, her personality is a definite turn off, when she isn't charming her way into following her orders. And while many want to punch Deeandra in her egotistical-flawless face, everyone respects her in their own way knowing she has their life in her hands. Very cunning, her twisted intelligence exceeds even the expectations of those around her. She does not like to dabble in gossip and finds it to be an immature waste of time. If you come to her with information unless it is backed up by hard facts she will not listen.

She is the head of her gang, being the only one with right connections to the world around her so no one can actually pin her with anything. Not only are her hands in all the lots, dead and tortured souls can’t speak from an isolated rooms much less without their tongues. Leader-wise, she is very blunt, quick, and wise always playing the cards in her favor. She’s a trickster and often is teased with the title of a female Loki.

When the moment arises Deeandra is a very dark, calculating woman with little regard for the well-being of those around her. She has the remarkable ability to almost switch off any humanity and compartmentalize her emotions to be a quick and efficient killer and fighter, one of the reasons her role as “Godmother” has never been contested. What she lacks in strength she makes up for with skill. She hates to lose and has an unquenchable competitive streak. All in all, don't go after Dee unless you're incredibly strong, calculated, or very stupid. She knows how to control her facial expressions and emotions, but is very easy to piss off.

There are three things Dee will never do though; beg, cry, and actually smile. She'll smirk sure, and she'll force a smile, but she hasn't actually since the loss of her family. She's an incredibly good actor; to the point where it's almost scary. Only those who really know her can figure out what she's truly feeling but even that can be difficult if she doesn't want you to know.

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Biography:

Deeandra was five years old when she discovered life’s cruel tendrils wrap around her happiness like savage claws, ripping all she knew from her own grasps. The images come to her in pictures, like scenes in a flipbook. One moment walking with her mother through the back alleys on their way home from the grocery store. She was too young, too preoccupied with the excitement of the world around her to have noticed the shadows all but seeming to follow the pair. Only appearing every couple streets. She did not think to take note of her mother’s hand tightening on her own as the two quickened their step. Dee just thought mommy didn’t want to be late for dinner...daddy said tonight would be a surprise.

The next scene she remembered was the figures saying something vile over her mother’s appearance and laughing over “all they could do to her”. As the pair tried to make a break for it, it all ended in vain as the group managed to split up, cutting them off. She could still see her mother looking around frantically before having her baby girl hid in a pile of garbage, long past due behind some unknown building. Dee barely became invisible before the gang obtained a visible distance on her mom….before they got closer….before they took advantage of her mother leaving her to die in the cold streets.

Realization set in and the rest can only ever come in flashes like nightmares in the night pigmenting her black with the pungent truth. No matter how hard she would shake the figure before her the lump ball of smoky fur would not awaken. Dee ran home, each step taking what seemed like forever, before she fell at the feet of her father sobbing. At that moment her dad established his own gang in order to take his revenge.

Flash forward several years, and Dee’s family was one of the strongest in the cities; Deeandra herself becoming a name feared throughout the watering hole. It wasn’t until she actually took over that she was able to find the men who killed her mother. They were wiped out without mercy and in the most vial way she was able to manage. Life hardened her heart, and she was able to become strong both physically, and as a leader.

Underneath it all, Dee suffers from PTSD, Antisocial Personality Disorder, and Sociopathic tendencies. She hides her anxious behavior and loneliness underneath her devilish nature. Deeandra is truly frightened by the world around her and grew up learning how to control and conquer this fear. She will never be free of it, but forces it to hide in the back of the mind, tightly locked in a dark box. She suffers from emotional detachment from her history leading to anxiety and stress disorders. She has a deep-rooted hate for strong men who take advantage of women. Unlike many people Deeandra does not deny that she is or what she has done. She accepts it and then learns to live with it.

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Inventory:

Besides having a line of henchmen whose lives are dedicated to her, Dee is both strong and well versed in hand to hand combat. Her sharp claws mean she does not need to carry a knife, and growing up in the Waterhole she has built up an immunity to the tear gas often floating around. She does keep a gas mask on her person at all times as the air in the town is toxic. She is a great shot, usually keeping a Desert Eagle on her hip and a .50 BMG rifle on her back. She does not personally carry any machine type weapons as she considers them wastes of ammo (she is cocky about her marksmanship). Nevertheless, her hired men sometimes do. She keeps a medium sized pouch on her right thigh with various supplies and some extra ammo and well as a whip on her waist backside.

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Other:

Unlike most gangs who only take jobs for coin, Dee is more than willing to help certain fill their vendetta with “IOU’s” written to her person. These should not be taken lightly as she will expect the person to fulfill their part whether it be in info or merely a scavenge run. She may not ask for anything at all, may not ask for years, or may ask right away. Other jobs she is willing to turn down if she doesn’t like the attitude of the person asking. She has no fear to law enforcement, nor any of her death threats. She does what she wants when she feels like it.

Played by: Midnight Howl

Vexes Nichole Strider

Vex, Vexen, Vix

20 years old/ Female

Fox

153lbs, 5’8”

Personality:

Vex is a very independent and strong young woman who often keeps her feet off the ground and her head in the clouds. It's safe to say that she is a sweet girl with a caring nature, but a sarcastic, pessimistic humor that knows how to bite. She hates being tied down with responsibilities. She is always blunt and upfront if she finds herself irritated with something. If she has a problem with you, she will either let it resolve on its own or confront you about it herself. She finds beating around the bush tedious unless when it comes to her own self giving out information.

However, that doesn't make Vex a cold hearted person. She is quick on her feet and always knows when to spring into action for those she cares for, and when to hang back and plan. She is very strong willed, and if you try to bring her down by talking smack, she'll laugh in your face. She walks with her head held high and her boots echoing throughout the room. She cares strongly about those close around her and sometimes treats them like they're her own family without meaning to of course

Very independent, Vexes is fiercley protective of her friends, and if any of them are hurt emotionally or physically, she will go out for blood. She doesn't like to get mad at people, but if she does, she'll either go out for some air for a little bit until she gets over it, or, if it's really bad, she’ll probably yell at you. Nevertheless, it takes a lot of effort to actually get her going as she prefers to let most of it roll of her back. Some may attempt to take advantage of this trait, but remember: a long fuse just means a larger blast radius.

An introvert unless around her close friends or hyper/in a good mood, then she is totally unpredictable. She has charisma and there is always an aura that surrounds her, so full of light, even in the darkest of times. If you try to make her do something she doesn't want to do, it's like pushing a mountain--you can't do it. She can be very seductive and flirty when she wants to be, either because she likes someone, to get information of out if, or if she's bored. She needs entertainment in her life too.

Her fox personality traits can be found in her bubbly and sly personality. She is quite the trickster, and may be known to walk people around in circles when she is in a playful mood; this also has caused her to be a lover of pranks. She is a clever girl, one of the reasons she has managed to stay alive in this place as long as she has. She knows how to talk herself in and out of situations, leading to her trade as an “informationalist” (she isn’t quite as backhanded and crummy as an actual street rat). A fault of hers is being a bit of a kleptomaniac as she will often take things if they catch her eye. Another issue often getting her into trouble is her unquenchable curiosity. This has led her into more than one questionable situation, luckily she was able to sly her way out of it each time. This being said she is always up for an adventure.

When it comes down to it Vexes highly values three traits; loyalty, honesty, and sarcasm. Loyalty isn't blind or completely steadfast, but she feel's safer knowing that her friends have her back and are willing to stand up for her. Honesty is crucial to any relationship in her mind, though she will stretch the truth if necessary as is her job. Sarcasm though, is just something she greatly enjoys, so if you can't handle it and dish it out in return, you likely hate her.

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Biography:

Unlike many people in the town, Vex did not have an exceptionally traumatizing childhood. Whereas the waterhole itself was a literal “hell”, her family was caught in the lower middle class, always having enough to get by. Her family owned a bakery/deli shop in town which was never packed with people, but still enough to keep a decent flow, enough to keep everyone busy. Most of her time was spent exploring the town and doing her best to stay out of trouble. She would often visit her grandmother, (this is who taught her both acupuncture and archery); when visiting her grandma would tell her of how the town used to be long before the corruption. She always hoped she could change things.

As she got older she was faced with the corruption head on when a local gang planted stolen parts in her uncle’s mechanic shop. When the family was able to prove his innocence they found the deputies in the local police were also involved leading to the entire case against the gang being swept under the rug. He ended up only serving four years if he could just keep his mouth shut. Vex could no longer find herself able to trust anyone on either side, decided to pick a job allowing her to pick and choose who she wanted to believe.

It took years for her to be able to make all the connections necessary to establish herself as an informant. Though the job has put her on a few lists, both sides recognize her usefulness. This does not mean she can help anyone out in the open; if she isn’t careful she could easily be expendable. She knows at the end of the day she must have her own back. Though she wants to fight the corruption, she cannot do it alone.

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Inventory:

As an informationalist, Vex is extremely agile and will often attempt to essentially “parkour” out of a situation rather than fight. She has the ability to scale most buildings relatively easily and this often allows her to lose her bulkier counterparts. She has a large survival knife on her outer left thigh. It contains a compass, small medical kit, rope, and a lighter in the handle which has a bottom that unscrews. She is naturally talented at navigation. Her only "real weapon" is an AA-12 shotgun which generally rests cross-strapped in the front of her person and is for worst case scenario.

She has a standard gas mask something largely suggested by the city. She has a backpack strapped to her at all times. It is not easily removed and has locks on all the openings. This is where she keeps her information as well as any other of her personal items. She has a Hunting bow but it is not always on her and is usually in her hideaway. She is a good shot but prefers not to use it on people because it was her grandmothers. Taught in the art of acupuncture, she has medical "throwing" needles which can be used to temporarily paralyze a pursuer. She can use them to kill; however, Vex generally prefers to avoid murder unless she or someone she cares for is in danger.

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Other:

Her nickname is a play on words as Vexen between the word vixen ( a female fox) and her own name. She has a hard time resisting her kleptomania urge and can control it enough to only taking items that she doesn't know belongs to someone else. Vexes also has a hidden fear of thunderstorms which she tries to keep under wraps. The noise reminds her of some distant memory.

Played by: Midnight Howl

Name:
Sacha Fedyaev
Gender:
Male
Furry Species:
Eurasian Lynx

Height:
6 ft.
Weight:
208 lbs.

Personality:
Sacha likes to keep the formal "formal" and the colloquial "colloquial" separate. He is a formally ruthless and dejected individual whose sights continue to hover around the Hole and its well being. As it is the Hub of New Earlton, he needed to know, understand and be New Earlton. Those who work for him or in-association with him understand that he loves to see results more than process. He is also formally generous and laissez-faire so long as the absolute disclosure requirement is met. Colloquially, he is serviceable and hospitable to the Patrons of the Hole. He is sociable and attempts his best to be as entertaining as possible. Sacha is also often seen tending to the bar and serving patrons with their drinks and maintaining the Notice Board.

Biography:
Sacha's childhood is tied with the existence of the Hole. While the building had pre-existed, its inhabitants were using the structure as means of shelter and refuge. He would recall other children running through the halls playing hide and seek or predators and prey happily. What made the Hole came to what it is today was simply the passage of time and the aging of Sacha who grew to be an influential force in the declining society. He used the Hole as his base of operations to earn resources and built this home what it needed to attract more people and resource in order to advance his plans. This meant that the Hole underwent countless amounts of renovations and reworks. It was left a rumour that the Hole harboured shadier businesses than a typical hub-- but Sacha openly admits that "The Hole's services are open to any person who asks" and indirectly dismisses further questions by shifting the topic. The man himself is a well-trained combatant. Details of how he received this training was torched and burned for undisclosed reasons but otherwise knows his way around a fight-- armed or not. Sacha has been outside of the Dome a few times, but prefers to remain by the Hole.

Inventory (Insert your Equipment here too):

• Silenced HK45 "Calm" - kept concealed at all times
• Hollow Point Berreta PX4 Storm "Storm" - preferred weapon, holstered or openly carried
• Integrated Gas Mask - Full-Face protection with air filters and emergency small oxygen tank is fitted inside.
• Kevlar Chest armor piece worn underneath his attire

Other:

Name: Jezabelle "Jezz" Honorton
Gender: Female
Furry Species: Opossum

Height: 5'9
Weight: 120 lbs.

Personality: Jezz is a simple woman. Give her a drink, something to smoke, and some good company and she'll be content with the added bonus of not plotting any murders or how to rob you blind. She lives in the moment, not putting much thought into the future since hey, New Earlton isn't a gentle place and the odds of growing old aren't in her favor. While Jezz isn't conventionally intelligent she has an ocean of street smarts and that all powerful "Common Sense" that a lot of people are either lacking or too desperate to listen to. Whenever trouble shows up she knows to just duck her head and go with the flow, high tailing it out of there when it's best in her favor.

Acquaintances come quickly to Jezz, an inevitability given her playboy antics and promiscuity. However finding true friends is a little bit more... difficult for her. Sure there isn't much to a one night stand, just a humpity bump, finger gun snap, and away she goes. True intimacy however is a little more intimidating to the young woman and not something she gets into often. In these moments of vulnerability you'll find a mumbling mess of ramblings, back of the neck scratches, and avoiding eye contact. But you know how this cliche ends, once you have her you'll have a friend for life, someone who would go to the ends of the world just for you.

Biography: There isn't much to the story of Jezz, no big tragedy, no deep betrayel, nor a scathing lesson on the cruelty of the world. Her parents did a good job of preparing their daughter for the world, never hid the garbage but never holding her into it. Just enough for her to accept it as part of her life. A child of scavengers, it isn't any suprise she's picked up the trade as well. Jezz has stayed a freelance agent in the profession, using a family contact to fence whatever she finds out in the Toxic and generally has kept her lifestyle of hedonism comfy with her foreys into the field. She's been coasting this past month on a particularly good find but as inevitable as death her funds have begun to dry up and she's itching to get back out into the Toxic.

Inventory:
Gas mask, fitted for her particular brand of face
Pokey, A knife always kept on her person. Good for opening cans as well as veins
Baseball bat, simple but effective. Usually only seen in her dive
Groovy, A sawed off shotgun with two barrels, a close quarters special
Scav-Pack, a large backpack built for comfort and capacity, comes with pry bar and rope.
Jezzebelle Special, A simple flask never found empty. The many mixed whiskeys in it have given it a... unique flavor

Other:
Jezz is a fan of running around, both for fun and for survival. As such, she is able to run for long periods of time and possesses a great deal of agility while doing so. If she can help it he prefers to deal with things nonviolently, running away most of the time but if cornered she'll fight like a rat.

Theme Song, "The Gap Band - You Dropped A Bomb On Me"

Gender: Male
Furry Species: Assumed Wolf

Height: 6'5"
Weight: 240lbs

Personality:
Acts very calm and friendly, but manipulative in how he holds himself. He is a textbook example of an antagonist to anyone set against him always acting friendly upfront while screwing them elsewhere at the very same moment with friendly suggestions to help.




Inventory:
Satchel with various documents, devices, and toxins. He carries on his person a knife, but a number of needles to deliver certain toxins carried. He always wears his pair of glasses and he proudly wears a suit almost anywhere he goes. Tucked away are the pair of scissors that started his career kept cleaned, sharpened, and useful.

Other:
Riki has a fondness for gossip, coffee, and being around lower-class individuals (beggars, thieves, prostitutes, etc). The people he quickly develops an interest for are people who have stories to tell, and he is always willing to pay for the service of a good conversation.

Name: Aeron Khalil
Gender: Female
Furry Species: Jackal
Height: 5’2 not counting ears
5’10 counting ears
Weight: 120lbs
Appearance:


Personality: Fiercely Territorial, Vocal, Lacks a Filter, Loyal, Manipulative
Biography:
Aeron had started off small, took some of her closest friends and essentially formed a gang that would help some of the poorer residents within the Dome. She never wanted money from them, or personal belongings, all she asked for was their loyalty and she promised to continue to protect them the best she could. Over the course of many years however, her little gang grew in size and eventually, she found herself running more of a mob than an average gang.
Despite the change in title however, Aeron never changed how she ran things. As long as people continued to show her loyalty, she continued to protect and be kind, however, if people betrayed her… well that’s a story for another day. As a Jackal, she is fiercely territorial and has no qualms taking care of people who try to encroach on her territory or run any gangs with extreme prejudice.
Due to her work, she’s managed to meet a few people during her growth phase, including John Wolf and Twombly Robertson. She had hired John for a few discrete things she needed to taken care of and Twombly was a rather close friend who dabbled in some not so Kosher sales, sales she took full advantage of.

Inventory:






Other: Mob Boss
Theme:
Liar Liar

Name:
Delvin Crawford

Gender:
Male

Species:
Australian Raven

Height:
5’7”

Weight:
113lbs.

Personality:
Overtly selfish and rarely on edge, Delvin understands and embraces the dog-eat-dog mentality that defines the world in this age. He has a notably weak moral compass and has no qualms about killing, though he actively avoids open conflict. He’s a bit of an alcoholic and is a noted kleptomaniac. He also has an addiction to nicotine and usually has at least a full pack of cigarettes on him at all times. It should be noted that he takes verbal flak extremely well. Delvin is also on the lookout for replacement parts for his chopper constantly, and will usually pay well for them.

History:
Born and raised in New Earlton, Delvin Crawford grew up watching gangs come and go like the wind. Few ever stayed around more than a year, and even less made it that long. But anyhow, he had something of a rough upbringing. Sure, he lived in one of the better parts of the city, but this is a place ridden with crime that corrupts even the best people. With a druggie of a mother and a paranoid father, the bird was largely forced to learn the city himself.

Soon enough, as it always does in an Anarchy, tragedy struck. One night in Delvin’s teens, his mother died of a heroin overdose, and his father quickly became a grim figure. For the few days the body remained, the patriarch of the Crawford family was busy making plans. Out of nowhere he left with the mother’s body, leaving a note and a handgun. The note simply read “Good luck, Delvin. If I don’t return, you’re in charge.”

He never did come back, and the years started to pass in a blur. Soon enough, Delvin Crawford was in his late twenties and running with a small gang that lacked any real authority. The two things running for them was the complete domination of a small strip of road and a skilled mechanic that could make anything into a vehicle. Then, as a coup was staged within the group to seize power, the lone raven among them had a sort of midlife crisis, in which he turned on his brothers and eliminated them all within the hour. All except the mechanic, his one actual friend. Handing over all the crowns he had saved up, the avian requested the mechanical secrets his friend had.

Months of lessons later, the two parted peacefully. A handmade bike under him, Delvin had a world to scavenge and payment to accept. For the moment, he was content putting his keen eye to work searching for the gems that rodents overlooked constantly. Though like any living being, he grew restless. Now, he turns to the Hole and occasionally the Hawthornes for work, glad for all the odd jobs that never get talked about afterwards.

Equipment:
-Motorcycle, armored to survive gunfire and blunt weaponry, and stabilized for combat. Keys are always on Delvin’s person in a zippered and locked pocket.
-Gasmask, fitted for avians. Always kept on his person, along with at least three spare filters.
-One steel lighter, kept on a chain around his neck.
-1887 Mare’s Leg. A light, lever-action sawed-off shotgun, ideal for close quarters combat and flip cocking. Kept in a holster on his bike.
-Jericho 941. A powerful yet concealable semi-automatic handgun, stored in a holster on Delvin’s right leg.
-One knuckle knife. A long knife with brass knuckles built into the handle, ideal for most situations. Usually kept next to his handgun in a sheath.
-A seemingly bottomless pack of menthol shorts, kept in his bike’s saddle bags.
-Vehicle repair kit, complete with a blowtorch, three different wrenches, a flat head screwdriver, and wire cutters. Stored in the bike’s saddle bags.
-Scavenger’s kit, complete with a breaching tool, bolt cutters, and a crowbar. Stored in the bike’s saddle bags.

Other:
-Delvin hasn’t mastered any fancy kinds of martial arts, but he can handle himself well in a fist fight.
-On any given day, he’ll usually wear a gray t-shirt and black jeans, along with a signature vest with who knows how many patches on it. The most notable of said patches is a “1%-er” patch on his shoulder. He’s also owns a pair of blacked-out goggles.
-He’s surprisingly tough and his mind is always at work, although he’s somewhat limited when it comes to mobility. That said, he can run just as well as the next guy, he just isn’t suited for climbing quickly.

Name:
Emily King

Gender:
Female

Species:
Shortfin Mako

Age:
22

Height:
5’8”

Weight:
128lbs.

Personality:
Young, spunky, and sadistic, Emily King is ready to take the world head on and take out anyone in her path. She’s aggressive and cannot be stopped by traditional means. Long story short, she’ll fight until she draws her last breath, and will do so with glee. It should be noted that she’s a psychopath with a bloodlust and is prone to violent mood swings, ranging from bliss to rage in mere seconds with little warning. That said, she's considered to be mentally unhinged. Ironically, she’s a slight pyromaniac. She also approaches sexual encounters with little concern, since she doesn’t place much value on that level of intimacy. Deep down, though, she has a fear of serious relationships and the damage she could inadvertently cause to one. Aside from that, she doesn’t fear much, and is a great gunman as a result. If she wakes up before noon, that is.

Biography:
From the earliest she could remember, Emily King had two mothers. One, being the biological parent, was a fellow shark. The other was an orange tabby cat. In all reality, a pretty typical family. Everyone had a love for what they did, and they got by well enough. A home in the slums of New Earlton, while not a great place to raise children, was a great place to raise a survivor. And that’s exactly what the Kings did. Unfortunately, both parents never really had a method of teaching Emily right from wrong. Sure, she got the jist of it, don’t steal and be nice, but this is New Earlton we’re talking about.

Fast forward into Emily’s early teens, she already was starting to present a cruel streak. When a thief broke into the apartment while her parents were out for dinner, the girl’s inner sadist manifested. The poor bastard didn’t expect a little kid to be armed to the teeth. Literally. The hound screamed in agony as his leg was bitten into, followed by a handful of sharp claws tearing through the muscles of his opposite calf. Immobilized and unable to draw a weapon, he was horrified. The girl stood and licked the blood from her teeth, then smiled brightly. For a moment, one could almost see her eyes turn red. She could end it there, go for the throat and put the crippled dog out of his misery. But no, this was the perfect opportunity…

For the sake of the more squeamish readers, part of the living room wall had a new coat of red paint by the end of the night.

When her mothers got home, they were shocked at the sight. A bloodied and broken Doberman on the floor, and Emily casually laying on the couch, slurping up some ramen noodles out of a cup. She acted as if nothing had gone out of the ordinary, explaining what happened like one would the process for making peanut-butter toast. The moment they could, the family got to a psychologist’s office to have their daughter’s thought process examined. Around a week later, the girl was declared mentally unstable and dangerous. She was allowed to stay at home, given the city they lived in, and continued life as usual. She had, however, acquired something of a taste for blood.

When she turned eighteen, she bid her parents farewell and packed up a couple mementoes from her younger years, and left the nest. She quickly found her way to the other side of town and moved into the Hole, always able to pay a few month’s rent at a time. She’s lived above the bar ever since. Now, finally able to live life her way, Emily took to doing odd jobs for all sorts of people. A fair few of these involved torturing some poor bastard for information or over a grudge, but the mako was happy to let her inner sadist out for a couple hours. As long as she got paid to do it, she would. And then someone tried to screw her out of payment. The rat – literally a rat – soon ended up with the shark in a locked room, bound to a wall. Hours of one-sided conversation and concussions later, the rodent died to a gasoline-and-flesh fueled fire. Some say it’s the most painful way to die. Others say it can’t be worse than being shot a few times. These ‘others’ have obviously never met Emily King.

She's also eaten someone, but that's a story for another time.

Equipment:
-Ripper. A standard Micro-Uzi, with an extended magazine and a spring suppressor. This bullet hose is usually kept on Emily’s person inside her hoodie.
-Beretta m9. All standard, just with a chrome job. Typically kept in a holster on Emily’s left hip.
-Kusari-fundo. This simple Japanese weapon consists of nothing more than a long chain, weighted with several padlocks on one end. Blunt trauma at its finest. It’s usually kept in a curled up state on Emily’s right leg.
-Messenger bag. Storage for any “finds” made wandering the city. And more than a few instruments of torture that are kept on hand.
-Flip phone. Old enough to where it’s a royal pain in the ass to trace, but still functional.
-Two water bottles, always kept full and in the messenger bag.
-Gasmask, fitted for sharks. Kept in the messenger bag with two spare filters.

Other:
-Emily can occasionally be seen mixing blood into her drinks, or outright drinking it if it’s available.
-She keeps in contact with her parents, calling to chat at least once a week.
-Her wardrobe mostly consists of blue tube-tops, black jeans and dark-blue zip-up hoodies.
-While not the toughest fighter, she can hold her own quite well and is very quick on her feet. She’s also notably acrobatic.
-Favorite color is matte blue.

295 gr AP, 9.3x53R, 20 rds

recoil spring stiffened to provide a smoother constant-recoil, and a greater rate of fire of 900 rds/min

This black and grey furred cop works to march the part of the vicious wolverine. His huge muscular figure stands as a warning to anyone who might end up on his bad side. It's too bad that he hardly ever wears the New Earlton Police Department uniform. Most of the time, he settles for black boots and pants, and a white button-up shirt. Maybe he'll even wear a tie once in a while.

Name: Warren Scott
Gender: male
Furry Species: wolverine

Age: 38
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 200kg

Personality: The first thing anyone notices about Warren is his aggressive personality. He tends to settle for the direct approach when getting things done, no matter who might be in the way. What isn't so obvious is his fierce optimism. While he mostly puts forth an angry demeanor, he's no stranger to showing emotion. Be prepared for sudden shifts in his overall mood.

Biography: Warren was born and raised in New Earlton. Somehow, his family managed to avoid most of the frequent gang violence. This didn't mean that his life was completely normal. His father was a hitman for a local mafia in order to earn protection for his family. The stress of the job was slowly getting to him, however, and he quickly turned to release his aggression on the family that "should have been more appreciative of the work he did." This went on for years. Warren and his mother withstood the years of fighting with his father. They endured constant physical abuse for as long as Mr. Scott was willing to provide for them, but they were quickly losing their patience It was when Warren was finishing his last year of highschool when the father finally left them. He never explained why, but at that point, Warren was glad that he was gone.

Without his father to support them and the mother having fallen in to depression because of what's happened do far, Warren took charge. He moved himself and his mother across town so thay he could take a job as a scout outside of city limits. His job was to search the area around the entrance to keep the fauna outside of the city in check. His superiors thought he would be dead in a gew days, but his aggression towards his father turned out to be pretty useful when fighting with the local wildlife. He did surprisingly well in his position for almost four years, and would have continued with this line of work if he hadn't come home to find that his mother had been hit by a stray bullet during yet another drive by shooting.

It was here when he realized that his survival skills could be used in more productive ways. After burying his mother, he applied for multiple loans in order to pay for community college. There, he took criminology classes and studied to become a police officer. That way, he'd have a reason to kick someone else's ass for once. He'd be spending decades paying off his student loans, but it would be worth it.

Inventory (Insert your Equipment here too):

Mustang Foxbody - He knows that he should be saving his money to pay his loans, but this was just too good to pass up. Since he was a kid, he was a huge car buff. The only thing stopping him from buying a fleet of old fashioned cars is his monetary situation. This beauty of a muscle car is the only thing he's willing to splurge on anyway.

Straight-edged Karambit - It was a part of the police armory when he arrived, but it quickly became his favorite weapon. With so many people on the street armed to the teeth, it was nice to have something to take them out in a way they didn't expect.

Sig Sauer - This weapon is more of a necessity than a preference. He'll only use this in emergencies. Even then, he might try to find a way to get in close.

Kevlar Vest - Yet another piece of equipment from the NEPD armory. How the hell do they afford all of this!?

NEPD Badge - This small piece of metal is a part of every NEPD officer's inventory. Without this, you wouldn't even be respectable as a police officer.

Cheap Wallet - It's nothing fancy, just enough to fit what he needs in there. He doesn't even carry that much money with him.

Nokia 3310 - It's the cheapest phone he could find, but at least it won't break easily.

Other:
- He may be diagnosed with bipolar disorder if tested.

Name: Frederick Harrowitz
Gender: Male
Furry Species: Lion

Age: 32
Height: 6'5
Weight: 220 lb.

Personality: FrederickHarrowitz is a serious man. He's serious about his job, his freetime, every aspect ofnhis life. Is it maybe a little too far? Sometimes... but its better safe than sorry. He believes the law should be followed, and can't stand when its broken, often going out of his way to deal with law breakers. But, whats even more important than the law, is punishment. Those who break the law need to be punished, otherwise whats the point? This is why he couldn't be a cop, again ang again wrongdoers were let off scot free for one reason or another, and again and again he broke regulation so that they got what they deserved.

Biography: The streets are filled with filth. Scum and villainy run free in this town, always have. The cops aren't equipped well enough, and are rife with corruption. Beleive me, I use to be a cop. A veteran detective on the force I brought in scum on the regular, if anything I was to good. A few times the mob or someone else tried to take me out, had some real close calls where only lady luck managed to save me. Eventually, I couldn't take it, not only was I risking my neck to bring in criminals but several just kept getting let out. I wanted to dole out real punishment but restrained myself... until one day. Guy was a real peace of work, thief and murderer, repeat offender hell even a rapist. Unfourtanetly, he had it in with someone so he just kept getting let out everytime me or anyone else brought him in. I got fed up. I followed him one day, caught him trying to rob some store. He laughed when I pulled my gun, ready to get cuffed again. cuffs never came. He got a bullet instead. Turned in my badge before it became a thing, jumped ship and packed some things. I dissapeared for awhile in case his buddies were looking for me.

When I came back the streets were still rife with scum... so I took things into my own hands. I wanted to help people, something hard to do in a corrupt PD. So, I opened my investigation agency. I'm working almost constantly. Assaults, kidnappings, a murder here and there... nothing to high brow. I usually get my man, but I don't turn in to the cops all the time. Sometimes I rough them up first, sometimes worse. Couple times I let the victims do what they wanted, whatever way these pricks got what they deserved. Now though, I've got a real big case. A mayoral candidate, murdered in cold blood... the M.O. Matches one of a few unsolved cases of mine... some real piece of work has been doing these... and I'm gonna stop them. No one's gonna get in my way.

Inventory: Judge revolver, pack of cigarettes, black overcoat, lighter, mace spray, notebook

Other: Has a Private detective agency, relatively low key about it to avoid attention from big names in the crime world or the cops.