Name: Rosary 'Rosa' Hernandez
Age: 28
Gender: female
Appearance:

Rosa Hernandez (who tends to go by Roz on the Island) is one of Absolom's first inhabitants. She has been here (she thinks) for six years, and has seen much in that time. Roz has several prison tats, including a teardrop under her left eye (shiv'd an A.N. bitch in State) and several gang affiliation acronyms on shoulders. She has "Hard" and "Cunt" on her knuckles, and 'Trust No Bitch" in script on her collarbone, as well as the Virgin Mary on her abdomen. Roz is 5'2", and maybe a little under 110 lbs. of pure sinew and muscle. She was wiry as a teen, and is still wiry and lean now, as much from the continual struggle for survival as the lack of food, and the daily exercise regimen she maintains. She credits her street-smart ways for her longevity on Absolom, 'cause "ain't nothin' bout the bush worse than East L.A..." If she were anywhere bt Absolom, Rosa might be considered attractive... but don't let it fool you. She is hard as nails, and more than willing to kill, maim, and play as dirty as she can.
Background / Hometown: Born in East L.A., Rosa ran with the gangs as soon as she could walk. Every one of her brothers carried a gun. Every lover carried a gun. Rosa was no different. She always was one of the boys, and if they could do it, she could, too. Except better, harder, faster. She smoked weed for the first time at 9, lost her virginity at 12, jacked her first car at 14, held up a business by 15, had done time (juvie) that same year, and had killed her first rival gang member by 16. She has spent half her life behind bars, and if there's a crime she hasn't committed, she doesn't know about it.
Rap Sheet: Got all day? Rosa went to Cali Max5 facility 2 for multiple homicide (a turf war over heroin distribution.) Inside, she was the tactician for the Latina Mara gang, eventually rising through its ranks to lead the gang. She is suspected to have killed 14 people, and masterminded the killing of 20-30 more. She has dealt drugs, committed arson, stolen millions of dollars worth of goods, respects no authority, and has killed three police officers, and one prison guard.
Personality: "Hard Cunt" is a good description of Rosa, when she is forced to deal with an adversary. You do NOT want to be on her shit-list. She will certainly kill, maim, torture, rape, dismember, burn or otherwise desecrate a victim. She is brutal in the extreme. To her family, her people at the Insider's camp, she has found a measure of peace. In this place, finally, she is free of the constraints of civilian life. That said, Roz has many demons to deal with, and to step out of line in the Insiders' camp is to walk the razor's edge.
Skills: Roz is a survivor, first and foremost. After the apocalypse, cockroaches, and Rosa Hernandez will outlive us all. On Absolom, she has been stabbed, shot, driven through with a spear, burnt, snake-bit, hung, and nearly drowned. She's still alive. She is a fair shot with a bow and arrow, a deadly shot with a gun, and has become pretty adept with her thin throwing-knives. She can cook, she knows above-average first-aid, and she has the mind of a military tactician -- albeit a diabolic, twisted, sociopathic military tactician. She is not to be trifled with.
Motivation: Ask her in-character and see.
Gear: Years ago, as one of the first six inmates dropped on Absolom (Rosa killed the other five) she smuggled with her a piece of her steel-framed bed from Moreton F12, which she has cut and shaped into four deadly-sharp throwing knives, which she always carries. As the head of the Insiders' camp, she has access to more equipment than the average character.

Name: Jacques Berthier

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Jacques is a tall, strongly built Caucasian man with a bristly blonde beard. He used to have a handful of tattoos, but has gone to great pains to have them removed.

Background / Hometown: Jacques is a proud French Canadien from Sept-Iles, Quebec. Raised in a family that strictly resisted the American occupation, there was little doubt that he'd become involved with terrorism the NFLQ (Nouveau Front de Liberation du Quebec) as soon as he was old enough. Indeed, he became one of the boldest members within the separatist cause, spearheading a number of attacks on cultural institutions that were deemed to be responsible for the growing 'Americanization' of the proudly Francophone former province. He also became involved with black flag anarchism and struck repeatedly at multinational corporations. Eventually, his identity was discovered and he was forced to go on the run.

When unknown forces in the employ of the government captured his parents and younger sister to force him out of hiding, he crossed a moral event horizon. In his head, he bade them farewell and swore revanche upon those who had been responsible. Moving from safehouse to safehouse, Jacques became a highly sought-after figure in the push to crush the growing (and increasingly violent) Quebec independence movement. Finally, supported by a small paramilitary force and the chaos of Fourth of July celebrations (known as 'Occupation Day' in Quebec), he made it into the governor's house and gunned him down in cold blood along with his entire family, including his five year old daughter. Jacques then turned himself in, ready for a state execution. However, cognizant of the unstable situation in Quebec, the UAC government opted to make him disappear down some hole instead of turning him into a public martyr.

Rap Sheet: High Treason, Terrorism, multiple counts of murder, sedition, civil disobedience, unlawful possession of a weapon, unlawful possession of banned substances, etc.

Personality: Jacques lives and breathes his cause. Among those he trusts, he can become jovial, jocular, and fond of drink, but nobody on Absolom will see that side of him. While he views Mexicans as a fellow occupied people, and will tolerate English-Canadians, he harbours an extreme degree of hatred around Americans, often refusing to speak with them at all, or doing so mockingly in French. He is unflinchingly sarcastic and biting in his observations, and not a bit bitter. Jacques will willingly put himself through extreme discipline just to prove a point, and he will not break. He will lie, cheat, and steal if he has to and if he thinks it serves the cause. He cares very little what these people think of him and he's sure that he thinks even less of them.

Skills: Jacques is a large, strong guy, reasonably fit and possessed of considerable endurance and sheer physical toughness. He knows how to survive from the land and on the run in general. He's not a trained fighter or soldier, but can handle himself in hand-to-hand combat and knows his way around a gun. His real specialty lies in traps and explosives. He can improvise something deadly given even the rawest ingredients.

Motivation: The Cause. Vive La Quebec Libre!

Gear: An expensive watch that had been his grandfather's.

Name: Olivia Jane DeLuca

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance: Liv is approximately 5'7, with blonde hair and grey eyes. She has a tongue piercing and a couple of tattoos; one on her side going up her back which is a simple design of daisies, and another one on the inside of her wrist of a ladybug.


Background / Hometown: Liv was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey. She was the first child of two, and although she was the older sibling, her parents didn't treat her any different. Their upbringing was relatively normal; she had her friends from school to hang out with everyday during the summer as well as during the weekend throughout the school year. Liv always loved science from a young age, and she'd often go outside to play and explore in order to learn more about the world.

When she was 9 years old, the family was walking back home when a mugger intercepted them. Her father, trying to play the hero, reacted aggressively towards the man and lunged forward to attack him. As a result, her dad was fatally stabbed in the abdomen. The wound caused him to bleed slowly to his death, and Liv, along with her mother and younger brother, witnessed the tragic end to his life.

The loss of a key member of the family torn them apart. Liv's mother started drinking heavily, her younger brother started wetting the bed, and Liv developed a mild form of PTSD. It wasn't until another incident occurred when she was just 16 years old that things got out of hand. She acted purely out of self defense against her and her brother's attacker, but that night she came to the horrifying realization that she actually enjoyed staring into a person's eyes as she drained the life out of them. That was her first kill, and it slowly progressed into a larger number over time. Guys who'd come on to her a little too strong at parties, thugs she'd witness break into people's cars, etc. She couldn't stop herself, and that's why she always carried some sort of weapon on her.

As she got older, Liv started experimenting more with her kills. She would torture her victims before eventually killing them. Of course, that meant that she had to be more sophisticated with her techniques and more careful as well. But one random night, she got carelessly drunk and her victim managed to get away from her. The police arrested her a day later, and that's when life behind bars became her new way of life. Of course, just because she was in prison didn't mean she attempted to stop herself from killing. After her cellmate was found dead one random night, Liv was immediately sent to see the forensic psychiatrist. After a few sessions, she was given the official diagnosis of Antisocial Personality Disorder alongside PTSD. After her sessions were officially completed, Liv was to be placed in solitary confinement, but she outsmarted the guard who was walking her there and killed him with his own baton, beating the life out of him until his face was nothing but a bloody mess.

Liv was sent to a maximum security prison after that. Given her past and more recent attacks against others, life seems to just get worse for her.

Rap Sheet: Multiple counts of murder.

Personality: She's a bit sarcastic at times, and enjoys joking around, but she's quick to anger if provoked and sometimes all it takes is saying the wrong word or doing the wrong thing. Liv absolutely detests people who talk behind others' backs, and she is not afraid to confront them and bring them to justice in her own way. She's honest and prefers not to lie, and her most prominent trait is being able to keep a secret when others confide in her.

Skills: Liv is quite the sprinter. She can run for miles with energy left to spare. She is also bilingual, fluently able to communicate in Portuguese thanks to her high school courses. Lastly, Liv has learned creative ways of overpowering others before ending their lives.

Motivation: Her little brother.

Gear: A small flashlight found after a few guards had to break up a major fight in her wing.

Name: Norrix Killian
Age: 32
Gender: male
Appearance:

Norrix Killian stands 6'3", 200 lbs. He is muscled, but gaunt. His features are rat-like and elongated. He can be cold and calculating when he can hold it together, but a loss of control for Norrix means some truly fearsome, unpredictable, brutal violence, toward anyone and everyone. He once had full-sleeve tattoos (he doesn't remember the subject-matter) but they have been obscured by gruesome burn scarring, giving his arms and shoulders a wasted, skin-grafted, stretched look (years of drug abuse and arson gone wrong.) The remains of a tattoo of tears, strung together as a necklace, can be seen if you're unlucky enough to be that close to him, as well as the number '118' on his forearm. Killian has only about eight teeth left in his face, but those that remain have been sharpened to points, and he does not hesitate to use them as a weapon. When the mood strikes him, he indulges in a spot of cannibalism. Need to know anything else?
Background / Hometown: Norris Killian was born in Lindsay, Ontario, Canada (pop. 19,000.) When he left (in the back of a prisoner transfer vehicle) 19 years later, he had killed 16 of his fellow townspeople. Mostly women and trans youth. In his freshman year at high school, a school typo had incorrectly enrolled him as 'Norrix,' and it stuck. Killian has no living relatives. He killed his parents in their bed, and his sister in the shower. Never a gang member, or a joiner of any kind, Norrix is a mass murderer. He was sent to a Max-2 prison, where the powers-that-be imagined the inmates would take care of him in short order, due to the nature of his crimes, but he killed (often brutally) every inmate who made attempts on his life. He embraced prison life, bulking up and establishing himself as an enforcer, meting out prison-style justice to whoever could afford him, while having no regard for his term, lengthening it obscenely as he moved from jail to jail.
Personality: Unpredictable, chaotic, sociopathic, violent. Norrix is a double-Y offender, a lifelong head full of bad wiring. Unfortunately, he can also be calculating, show restraint, and has seemingly endless patience. (to wit: he had decided at some point to rape and murder a woman he knew. He took his time to get to know her via her job at a local grocery store, befriended her, and carried on a friendly relationship with her for three years before brutally stabbing her to death in a movie theatre bathroom. All planned.) He cares only for himself, and his warped version of reality, in which Absolom now plays a central role. He sees it as a paradise.
Skills: There have been many leaders of the Outsiders' camp. They tend not to last very long, and whoever is in charge tends to be the most savage, the most brutal, the strongest, the craziest, the one who will do what the others won't, and keeps everyone looking over their shoulder, and sleeping with one eye open. Norrix has been the defect leader for nine months now. Says something about him, huh?
Motivation: Kill 'em all.
Gear: Norrix brought nothing with him from Moreton F12, and still wears the remnants of his prison uniform to this day (now mostly rags.)

Name: Deacon Edwards

Age: 39

Gender: Male

Appearance: Deacon’s a middle aged Caucasian male, standing at a confident 6’2 and in great shape. He has a pointed jaw covered in a greying stubble and his midlength hair is a dark brown. He also has dark, intense eyes.


Background / Hometown: Deacon grew up in a small town in Eastern Oregon, one of those towns where you know everyone from your neighbors to the local business owners. His first issues stemmed from the prepubescent lessons he learned from his father, a former war veteran, of how great his glory days were. His dad filled his head with these stories of how thrilling the war was and how satisfying it was to take the lives of his enemies. This seeded in Deacons head and he became obsessed with wanting to feel this feeling his dad talked about. Once he turned 12, his dad took him on his first hunting trip. He and his father hunted deer in the forests down south up north in Washington and he loved it. He loved the thrill of the hunt; the slow stalking of his pray, and the moment when he took that shot was an unmatched rush. Then there was the kill itself. Deacon savored those last moments of the deer letting out its last bleats as blood filled its lungs. This greatly concerned his father. Deacon adored hunting and carried this hobby with him as he aged. As he aged, he became a sort of shut in. He grew antisocial, but was very charismatic and well liked around town. He was a notorious womanizer and women seldom gave him the time for serious relationships. At age 26, he grew bored of hunting wildlife. The animals didn’t give him the same rush he first had. They didn’t beg for mercy. They didn’t cry. They didn’t try to run away. That’s when he did it. On his way out for monthly hunting trip, he picked up a woman on the side of the road wanting a ride to a nearby town. Instead, Deacon brought her up to his hunting cabin and set her free. It was a game. Of course, she didn’t wanna play. But she had to. Her life was the prize. He hunted her down and it was far more thrilling than any deer he’d killed in years. This became a common occurrence. By the time the police had caught up with him, Deacon had killed 2 men and 11 women. He was sent to a maximum security prison in California where he was greatly underestimated. With him having a relatively small frame, a large inmate picked a fight on the first day. Deacon verbally berated him in front of the entire prison and infuriated, the man charged him. Deacon grew into a violent rage and threw the larger man into the wall, repeatedly slamming his skull into the concrete. The guards came to break it up and, still in a fit of fury, Deacon took the man to the ground and squeezed on his windpipe. The guards pulled him off, but he had already added two murders to his list. He was sent to Absolom without any other option.

Rap Sheet: Fifteen accounts of homicide

Personality: Deacon is a complex man. Despite being a complete sociopath, he’s very smart and manipulative, and can often use his charisma to get his way. If people don’t bend to his will however, he’ll quickly grow aggressive. Despite having good people skills he’s more of a recluse and enjoys living, working and acting in solitary.

Skills: Deacon’s manipulative and smart, often managing to get into people’s heads. He’s also more than adequate with a variety of weapons, from rifles, pistols and bows to skinning knives.

Motivation: Deacon sees life as a game. All the people in it are his pawns and he can do as he wishes with them. He wants to have fun and is willing to do all in his power to have fun. Thus, his passion for hunting. Despite his brilliance, he isn’t self-aware and cares little about his own life.

Gear: A pack of cigarettes