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Name: Klaus Tallen
Nickname: Speed
Age: 25


Personality Traits:
> Imaginative, as he's able to come up with lots of ideas for designs and such. While he may not be the most intelligent in regards to science or something, he is a very talented individual in regards to art or being able to come up with Out-Of-The-Box ideas.
> Protective. Despite his outward appearance, he does care a lot about those around him. (Mama bear-esc, if you will.)
> Observant. He is very aware of his surroundings and the people around him. He picks up on things.
> Daring. He doesn't really care much for norms and tends to go along with everything usually. But, he really isn't afraid to say what he wants or do what he wants.
> Curious. He is actually a very curious person and he finds people fascinating so he enjoys just hanging around the others and just seeing what they're up to.

Background:
A lot of it is known only to Klaus. However, he has been open about a few things in regards to his past.

He'd always been a loner, preferring to watch others from afar rather than join in and actually socialize. Because of this, he doesn't have many social skills. He'd always had an interest in parkour and was always a fast runner, gaining the nickname of “Speed” from the few friends he did have. He'd taught himself how to use a bow back when he was just a teenager. At first, it was to impress a girl BUT it ended up turning into a passion of his.

And then, after the crisis and after everything went to shit, he realized he had to become a protector. After all, at this point, he had a family to take care of. (Wife and a baby girl.) So, he became obsessed with learning as he practiced mild self defense on the side but focused primarily on his bow and on his parkour skills. But, after some tragedy he doesn't like to talk about, he was able to expand that desire to protect into a much broader range. And thus, he became a part of Devil's Runners.


Pros:
✩ Faster Runner: He is naturally a very fast runner, fastest around you could say. He's able to run for a long time and not get tired, a useful skill in case you need to run and parkour somewhere to escape.
✩ Sharpshooter: Even if he may have no experience with a gun, he has PLENTY with a bow and arrow. While it could be considered primitive by some idiots, he's actually very good with it. With a sharp eye, he has no issue shooting some from [Insert-Awesome-Distance] feet away. Besides, he isn't really the confrontational type unless he has to be.

Quirks:
➷ Eh?: Apart from his bow and arrows AND the swiss army knife he keeps on him, he has no training in any other weapon. Sure, it may not seem like a big deal BUT, if you're in the middle of a battle and you run out of arrows and no one's close enough to tackle and stab... well... Klaus is kinda out of luck and is as good as fucked.

➷ Social Stuff Sucks: Due to his very socially awkward nature most of his life, he hasn't really learned how to communicate with people. And no, being able to tell someone what they did for the last 5 hours based off of their shoes is not a good start to a conversation these days. Honestly, it's a miracle he managed to even HAVE a wife. But, yeah. He can't lie for shit and can swindle... nobody.

Habits:
❧ Smoking: Yeah, Klaus is an avid smoker. Most of the time you see him, he has a cigarette in his hand in fact. Sure, he has enough decency to put it away when around those who don't like it BUT it's still a thing of his you should be aware of.
❧ Boredom: He gets bored very easily and when he gets bored? He tends to draw on stuff. Carving, painting, drawing, etc. I mean, he's pretty good at it if we're being honest here BUT he still can't control his hands whenever he has nothing to do. There's a reason there's so many carvings and sprawled out art everywhere the group goes. Most likely, it's from Klaus.

Equipment:
❁ Gas Mask. Standard. Everyone has it.
❁ Pack of cigarettes. Typically placed in his pocket for convenient use.
❁ Golden lighter. Either for cigarettes or in case fire is needed to help detonate something. And he likes fire, of course.
❁ Bow & Arrows. An upgraded compound bow and 2 quivers, both holding 30 arrows, all used by Klaus himself.
❁ Swiss Army Knife. While he may not be the BEST close-combat fighter, he can hold his own for a bit and has little issue playing dirty to get ahead in a fight like that.
❁ Flask. Tends to keep a flask on the inside of his jacket. Inside of it? Whiskey. He doesn't drink often BUT it's basically the Apocalypse. Alcohol is kind of the thing, ya know?

Relationships:
✩ Liam: "Liam? Uh, he's a pretty cool guy. I mean, of course, we spend most of our time either drinking or reading together in silence but... it's nice... he's just... a really cool guy."

✩ Flamel: "Flamel... he's an interesting guy... I mean, I know you'd think we may not get along that well but... he's interesting and I know he's got my back. What else do I really ask for in this case?"

✩ Deadeye: "Kian? Ah, Kian. I know I've been called... protective. Heh, I think it's kind of my 'Dad' instincts sticking around and all that... But Kian? I don't know. We both get along well and are able to bond over a multitude of things. Mostly our weapons. But... he's fascinating... and kind... And optimistic... it's a rarity these days, you see... And I want him to stay that way for as long as I can... easy."

✩ Newt: "Ah, Newt? She's uh... haha... she's interesting, to say the least. Wonderful on field and a force to be reckoned with. Outside of it? Well... she likes pushing buttons, specifically mine. Good thing I'm not a hot-head or else... well... this might've been a very different entry. But she's a good girl... I like her."

✩ Loki: “Ah, she is quite fascinating. Unpredictable and intriguing yet quite arrogant. Of course it's interesting to see her in action but I do feel concern over her. Confidence is all well and good but... too much can be dangerous. I keep an eye on her. She actually reminds me of someone... from my past, of course.”

✩ Teach: “Teach? I actually have a bit of a soft spot for the older man. He reminds me of my father... you know, before everything went to shit? He's probably one of the only people in our group that I don't have to worry about to much, even though I still do... I respect him.”

✩ Boomer: “Boomer? Uh... haha... she's... something, isn't she? I don't know, she's very skilled in battle and she even makes a pretty good leader. I respect her quite a bit, I'd say.”

✩ Doc: “He's actually a really big help, I'd say. He reminds me of some of the characters from old games I used to play with my siblings. Every group needs a healer. Even if he isn't the best, I know that I'd probably be dead without him. Hell, we'd all be dead without him. I mean... I'm sure me putting a band aid on it won't stop a bullet wound, you understand?”

✩ Vadri: “Even though we don't talk very much, I appreciate her. She's sort of the 'Voice of Reason' amongst us. She's very patient and calm with a good head on her shoulders.”

Name: Rue Oxton
Nickname: Newt
Age: 19, presumably.




Personality:


Background: Newt, appropriately nicknamed after her slippery nature, was projected into the new world after a childhood spent surrounded by chemistry. With her extensive knowledge of chemicals and an affinity for trouble-making, it is only natural that Newt fell into the talent of mixing toxins; a skill she is now renowned for among her peers. Whilst Newt is certainly no leader, her position as support is irreplaceable; providing long-range cover with a rifle, dart-gun, and deadly accuracy. However, whilst covert expeditions are Newt's speciality, a recent incident where she had been caught has left her with an altered, slightly shaken personality. The new scar across her stomach is the only sign of her brief imprisonment; a story she otherwise refuses to tell.

Rue Oxton was born into a middle-class environment, surrounded by friends and general comfort. She suffered the loss of her mother pre-apocalypse, and thus spent a lot of time with her father in his pharmaceutical workplace. Over time, Rue grew to know and adore chemistry just as her father did, and eventually enrolled in her first year of medical studies. However, Rue's apparent fearlessness and experimental desire resulted in accident after accident, and was probably the reason why her father's hair had greyed so early.

Following the disaster, Rue was picked up by a dubious, trailer-faring group called the Cookery. Needless to say, it wasn't food that they prepared in this cookery, and Rue had earned herself a good standard of living within the new world through her poison sales and sketchy "pain relief." Despite her new day-job, substance abuse wasn't really Rue's thing, and she turned far away from her own chems. It was understandable - anyone would run for the hills if they knew what in the world she was using to mix these things.

The Cookery was eventually caught up to by a group of vigilantes, who took pity on Rue after she lied about her age, claiming to be four years younger than reality. They kept her around out of obligation, and turned her old abseiling hobby into the far more potent skill of grappling. Becoming little more than an errand-girl, Rue's true name would fade and she would eventually be known only as "Newt" - the slimy little git with a dart gun. Though, it seemed the vigilante group were fools in outfitting the little Newt, for they awoke one morning to find the little blighter - and half of their supplies - missing. Heavens only knew how she found herself among the Devil's runners.

Pros:


Quirks:


Habits:


Equipment:


Impressions:

“Teach”

"Teach people valuable lessons about life, mostly how not to catch a bullet to the head and how not to be a dumbass."

Age:

0 41

Personality:

0 Cautious and Careful
-He likes to take his time, make sure everything is just right.
0 Reserved and Attentive
-He doesn’t talk much, he only talks when he needs to, but he is listening.
0 Truthful, Heavy-Handed, and untactful
-When there’s a problem, he’ll tell it to you straight, no beating around the bush.
0 Irritable, grumpy, easily annoyed
-The dude’s forty one year’s old, just cause he’s reserved doesn’t mean he’s always calm.
0 A Harsh but practical Realist
-He may be a realist and realistically speaking everything is bleak, but he’s reasonable enough to see that it ain’t over yet.

Background:

The old man was an teacher on Engineering and physics, explaining everything from Electrical circuits, batteries, structural Engineering, architecture, all the way to Nuclear physics; he was able to survive from the application of this knowledge and the books that were left abandoned near his place of work which he gathered while evacuating into a safer zone as the entire city he was in was close enough to the edge of the affected area that it was considered a risk.

He was of course decontaminated and quarantined to observe for any ill-effects; thankfully John didn’t show any signs of radiation poisoning, since then he has been trying to improve life for people in his settlement, even going as far as making his own ‘wasteland kit’ for going out into the wastes and scavenging it for anything useful. Because of this, John has more than once encountered dangerous mutants and raiders, he made his own weapons to defend himself and actively hunt problematic denizens of the wastes.

This led him to take on new skills and lessons from the wastes considering that he could’ve died on numerous occasions, he was resourceful enough to stay on his feet and was still fit enough to move around easily, seeing as he kept himself in shape using his own exercise equipment. Eventually, he was hired to do a job that was supposed to kill him but he came back, rumors spread and people started asking things of him, and just like that, he was a merc, he still taught in the settlements trying to keep education alive, it was understandable no one could really afford to be in any type of school at that point, so he did what he could with the books that he had, he even tried to learn chemistry, but he could not understand it to a point where he could apply it, but at the end of the day he was still a Merc and eventually a Devil’s Runner.

Pros

0 Resourceful Craftsman
-If he’s got time and resources, he could make something for you and you could bet your ass it’d work.
0 Fast Learner
-Something that took a normal person days to learn could only take him hours to learn and do proficiently.
0 Meticulous Perfectionism
-Want something done right the first time? He’s the guy you call, he’ll work until everything feels juuust right.

Quirks & Cons

0 Too silent for the dead
-He never talks until he needs to talk, he doesn’t waste precious breath on stupid shit.
0 Mr. Irritable
-When he does talk, it’s often to tell you to shut the hell up or to stop being completely stupid.
0 Anti-Social, Grizzled Veteran
-He’s seen some really fucked up shit happen in the wastes, probably why he doesn’t talk or get close to anybody.

Habits:

0 Reading books
-The Old man is an avid reader of the literary works, from philosophy to fiction, ironic that this is one of the situations that happened in a Sci-fi novel he read.
0 Pacing
-When he’s thinking, nervous, anxious, or even excited about something he instinctively paces; his mood can be determined by the way he paces around and around, over and over.

Equipment

0 Gas Mask.
-Part of the kit.
0 Pneumatic Sniper Rifle
-Fires 15mm steel balls, mag-fed, requires pumping, Scoped 4x zoom, very powerful when the air tank is at full pressure.

0 Homemade Knife
-The Knife is a lot like a machete or a cleaver.
0 Carry pouches
-To carry all his equipment and rations.
0 Tool Kit
-What kind of Engineering and Physics professor doesn't have their own tools?
0 Pistol
-A regular 9mm Plinker, nothing special about this. Useful in tight situations, in fact best side arm he owns until he can find a new one or make his own.

Relations

0 LOKI
- At first I was stunned just how resilient she was with pain, definitely not something one should take likely. You get clipped often in the Wastes and having that ability is the difference between life and death.

I'm still not too sure about her though especially with her psychopathic tendencies, but as long as she's level with us, I have no problems with it.

0 SPEED
- If there was one thing that put me off when I met Klaus it would definitely be how Klaus looked outside his gear. Though my compunctions were quickly quashed as I listened and observed his actions, he's a nice enough guy and he reminds me of one of my student when I was a teacher.

There was this one student that would always show up with a leather jacket, mohawk, earings, and all that. But he would always always get the answers right when I asked him something, even if it seemed like he wasn't listening. And that's what mattered, "don't matter how ya look, do your job I'll do mine" I thought, and that was especially true now.

0 NEWT
- One of the few I came to care about, even if she was as annoying as a fucking rat taking your boot and eating it. Rue reminded me of many of my younger students with her size and personality. She really hit a soft spot in my old heart. I was completely remiss about how that little kid could make chemical concoctions on her own and the fact that she carried weapons like the rest of us. She was a lot like me when I was younger, so why the hell would I care about that... Well minus the weapons, but hard times require such tools.

No, the real problems started happening when she started annoying the shit out of me, but damn it! I. JUST. CAN'T. GET. MAD. AT. HER! she drives me half insane, but I guess we were all like that once upon a time.

0 BOOMER
- Ah yes, Sidney AKA Boomer, the moment I heard the name I knew that it was gonna be trouble. I respect her engineering skills and ordnance handling, there's no doubt that she's an expert, however! I can stand to attest that she is the most reckless human being that I have ever met; her thrill seeking almost gets her killed half the time and the craziest thing about it is... SHE RELISHES IN IT. I cannot even begin to say where I have problems with this.

But I'm too old to tell her off on that shit! God knows I've tried. She's at least doing her job, even though she could get herself killed.

0 DEADEYE
- If shooting from a distance was a talent, I'd have to say that the man's a prodigy. Trajectory physics alone is difficult and this guy... This guy can do it in his head in a matter of seconds, it's amazing.

Kian's a pretty optimistic soul and sometimes I feel bad for shooting down his optimism with hard truth, but he understands why and he takes the bad with the good. A pretty strong spirit if you ask me.

He's a nice guy but what really struck me about his appearance was his eyes. I asked him about it, he just gave me a glare. I realized pretty quick that it was a touchy subject.

0 DOC
- Good ol' Russel, though he ain't old. He's the medic, a little shaky on the delivery when being shot at, but would you really care if your life was on the line?

He has a realistic view I appreciate that, but I'd say the same realistic view on his overconfidence. He's a smart guy, he thinks outside the box. A bit of a germaphobe and in all honesty I'd rather have a clean medic with clean surgical tools than one that would put rusty blades into me.

0 Vadri Al
- Ex Military, gotta say, I'm glad someone around here keeps themselves in shape, constant target practice during down time, clean equipment, and respectful. I like her, she's nice, loyal, and dependable. Who wouldn't want someone like that on their team? Though after noticing a pattern in her routine she can get quite predictable.

That would be pretty bad if that also translated into combat especially when dealing with Raiders we've dealt with before.

0 GRIM
- Liam, his indifference made him quite difficult to communicate with. But I saw past that, can't say it was easy but I tried. No man can be indifferent when the entire world is falling apart. I can tell with how he interacts with the others, he's not such a bad guy.

He's pretty pessimistic to a point where even I would draw the line, if things aren't that bad I'd tell you, ol' Grim would tell you that we're all gonna die. But other than that, I don't have many problems with him, he's a solid fighter and tactician those two traits alone make him dependable in hard situation.

0 FLAMEL
- Just when I thought I met the craziest of the gang when I met Ashur, then Konstantin shows up. The guy is a junkie who's afraid of the god damned sun! He's always anxious and fidgety it unnerves me whenever I'm in combat and that's saying something.

Though, I can't say that my own Realistic views on things are quite cheery, perhaps this is what I get for being too realistic. But in any case, the guy hasn't done anything to piss me off and he's nice enough to the others. That's good in my books. Keep to yourself and I'll keep to mine.

Name: Sidney Cornell

Nickname: Boomer

Age: 33

Appearance:

Personality:
└Destructive - Sidney has problems keeping things in working order. She really likes to destroy stuff.
└People Person - Oddly enough, Sidney has the social skills of a functional adult. She can, if need be, act as a leader. Though, telling the person who handles all of the explosives to go make a plan is bound to end in chaos.
└Thrill-seeking - Sidney revels in chaos and lives for danger. She has no qualms putting her life on the line for some action. Granted, this is a prerequisite for her line of work.
└Brash - Just like her true love, Sidney is loud and overbearing. She yells frequently, constantly breaks things, and has a rather inflated ego.

Background:
└The Legion
Sidney was born and raised with them. A large group of mercenaries who had decided that order was needed on Enoh. They had created a sanctuary to protect the weak from bandits. Sidney, the daughter of two mercenaries, was taught to be a soldier for the Legion at a young age. She gained a knowledge of explosives and all of the training a child could get. Up until she was twenty, everything was fine. She occasionally fought, but she was never in grave danger.

That was until the Legion began to split.

Political disharmony began to churn the Legion. Some factions wanted one thing, others wanted the exact opposite. Soon, a full on war was raged. In the end, it didn't matter what side of the Legions you were on - it was all destroyed. Luckily, Sidney had escaped the Legion before the entire place exploded on itself. She brought along what little equipment she could carry, and began to wander.

It didn't take long for someone with explosive skills to become a mercenary. Sidney usually worked alone. She could take care of herself. After a while, she gained quite a reputation. Eventually, she met with another mercenary group - the Devil's Runners. After "accidentally" blowing up the bandits they were meant to deal with, she was invited to join them; she did.

Pros:
└Pointman - Sidney is a natural lead in combat. A mixture of her quick-thinking, good shooting, explosives, and willingness to hit the frontlines make her the perfect candidate to lead a charge.
└Combat Sapper - Trained to be a combat engineer, Sidney can blow practically anything up. Her "engineering" doesn't end there - she can dig holes, weld objects, and even create explosives.

Quirks:
└Fine line - As a great man once said, there's a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Sidney's fearlessness makes her unable to think of any sort of consequence to her actions.
└Sniper > Shotgun > Rifle - Sidney doesn't actually have any sort of way to deal with being attacked from a distance. She could throw explosives at them, but she isn't a combat pitcher.
└Heavy - Thanks to the sheer amount of equipment she brings, Sidney isn't exactly a good runner. She has the endurance, just not the speed.

Habits:
└Explosive Hobbyist - Sidney has a tendency to... blow things up. If there's something in pristine condition, she will (without a doubt) destroy it.

Equipment:
└ASC Helmet - Designed to block shrapnel, the ASC Helmet acts as a gas mask and protects the user from shrapnel, heat, and just about any things that you can throw at it. While it can't take a bullet head-on, it can deal with glancing blows rather easily.
└Anti-Explosive Combat Armour - It does a good job at blocking shrapnel and heat, but still allows for unrestricted movement. Perfect for a sapper to use.
└HCAP Shotgun - High capacity and all purpose, the HCAP allows for the usage of all shotgun rounds - be it HE, AP, Salt, or regular rounds.
└Shotgun Rounds - Sidney carries a lot with her. She has mostly armour piercing and regular rounds, but she does have some high explosive, salt, and dragon's breath rounds. The last one is being saved for a special occasion, however.
└HE charge - Practically bricks of pure explosive energy, HE charges are the Sidney's lifeblood. Note that they don't have any sort of shrapnel attached to them, so as long as someone is behind something, they'd be fine. Probably.
└Dual combat shovels - When one hole ain't enough. Great for everything, really. From shoveling to paddling to even cutting food, Sidney uses them for everything.
└Engineering Kit - Filled with fuses, detonator caps, wiring, miniature blowtorch, and countless other odds and ends, it's the perfect tool for engineers.

Relationships:
Loki - "That girl just ain't right. Still respect her, though. Anyone who doesn't bring a gun on a field is either missing a few lobes or absolutely psychotic. Probably both."

Speed - "I want to blow up his art."

Newt - "Nice girl, I guess. I don't like snipers, though. They can eat a dick."

Teach - "We're not so different, him and I. He has his books and I have my bricks of plasteel explosives. Could do with him being less of an ass, though."

Deadeye - "I hate snipers. Eatus dickus."

Doc - "I wouldn't trust him with putting a band-aid on a paper cut. Thus, I do not get injured."

Vadri - "Oddly enough, I'm surprised that we're the only rational people in this gang. Well, me more or less. I'd follow her in combat any day."

Grim - "I don't like him. He doesn't even react when I blow shit up. He ain't fun."

Flamel - "Oh boy, let's just give an unhinged addict a bag of dangerous chemicals and tell him to go nuts. Yea, I don't really like him."

Name: Kian Dresden
Nickname: Deadeye
Age: 22



Personality:

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Relations/Initial impressions:



⌘ Ashur:

⌘ Rue:

⌘ Klaus:

⌘ Sidney:

⌘ John:

⌘ Russel:

⌘ Vadri:

⌘ Liam:

⌘ Konstantin:

Name: Russel Rudolf

Age: 24

Personality:

~Over Confident

~Cold

~Sarcastic

~Realist


Background:
Russel was born to a pair of "wealthy" Doctors in one of the many cities before the ground was scorched by Radiation. He was home schooled by his Parents mostly in the Medical field so once he could attain a degree he wold already have to experience years ahead. He was Twenty Two when the Apocalypse occurred.

Due to his families wealth, they were able to escape underground before most people and have enough starting supplies to set up their own mini settlement. After a few months past, the settlement of well fed and supplied people were attacked by a group of feral Raiders. Every day another wave would return, causing as much damage as they could before retreating to fight another day. Eventually the Raider boss offered a deal, with the casualties they had sustained they found the need for a doctor. The Raiders promised if they give up Russel's Mother and Father, they would leave. Kidnapping his Father in his sleep, the other members of the Settlement sold their Doctor away. Hoping it would save them from certain death, but of course he Raiders didn't keep their word. They had sacked the Underground town. Capturing or killing most the inhabitants.

Some escaped, one of those being Russel. For day's he traveled through underground networks and settlements. Just trying to survive in this new world, occasionally offering his services to get a few tabs here and there. One day while traveling by cart, Russel and a pair of men were attacked by a pack of mutated rats. Russel couldn't have got luckier that day. While running away, he ran into a group of Scavengers. One of those being 'Loki'. The Mercs gunned down the pack of Rats with ease and the rest is history.

It's as if destiny had brought the group to Russel, or Russel to them. They took him in. Using his medical knowledge and skill, he quickly became a important individual. Offering his Medical skills for training in the field. Just after a Month of the Devil Runners being created he was a honorary member. Becoming one of the Best Medics they had and possibly the world. Not because he was anything special, but because he existed. Gaining the Nickname: Doc.

Pros:

~Medic

~Thinker

~Multitasker


Quirks:

~Germaphobe


~Shaky Hands


~Stingy


Habits:

~Wondering


~Imaginary friend

Name: Vadri Al

Nickname: She's had a few nicknames, but most of them have been not too flattering, so she left them behind when she went to join the Devil Runners.

Age: 29



Personality:
People person - Vadri has always had someone there with her, from siblings to squad mates, and even now prefers to have others around her.
Open minded - Knows that not everything is black and white, and tried to see things from others view before jumping to conclusions.
Calm and controlled - The battlefield is not somewhere to lose your cool, and Vadri knows this. She keeps a level head in even the worst situations.
Listener - Vadri enjoys listening to others, no matter if it's normal talking, ranting about something they don't like or being someone to confide in.

Background: Vadri wasn't born on Enoh, instead raised light years away with her family of seven, both parents, two older brothers and a younger brother and sister. When the older brothers and herself were old enough, all three of them joined up with the planetary army as their father had, sticking close. Of the three of them, Vadri inherited their father's old M72 rifle that he had used during his army years. She was often referred to as the squads unofficial counselor. Once their time was over, Vadri went home, joining the local police and quickly being admitted into a SWAT team, putting her training to good use. Several years later, a request for aid from Enoh against the underground Mafia had her volunteering quickly. She was quickly packed up, shipped out, grouped into a squad and tossed into the fray, helping take over Mafia holdings. She was on the planet for less than a week before the Wormhole collapsed, leaving her and her team without radio in one of the deepest parts of the slums. As all order collapsed, the group decided to follow the example of a lot of other trained groups, forming their own mercenary team. Vadri stayed with them for almost an entire year, but when they decided to partner up with the new Mafia, she had had enough. Grabbing some supplies and as much ammunition as she could fit in her armor pouches, she slipped off during her perimeter patrol and made for the closest settlement with the intention of finding and joining the Devil Runners group she had heard of.

Pros: Weapons expert - Between military training, SWAT team exercises and personal time in firing ranges, she is capable of using most weaponry proficiently, preferring Assault rifles and LMGs.
Loyal - Vadri will rarely waver from her chosen course or group, staying with them long after others might have run.

Quirks: Follower - As a middle child and a soldier, she's always been one to follow orders, not give them. She has no experience at leading, nor a drive to, so she relies on others for direction.
Unfamiliar - Not having any previous knowledge of the planet, Vadri has no idea where things are or what places to avoid.
Predictable - Anyone that knows her can probably tell you what she is going to do before she even knows.

Habits: Helping out - Vadri is always doing something when she can, from helping repair something to talking to locals about what needs to be done. This goes

Equipment: Full body combat armor, the helmet has filtration, but other features are inoperable.

Combat knife

Motto: "You don't have me surrounded, I'm just in a target rich environment."



Ashur "Loki" Lean - Decent enough leader, a little crazy but not too much it interferes with her leadership. Can't say I'm a fan of what she does to some of the bodies though.

Rue "Newt" Oxton - Small, young and curious, she has a tendency to get her hands on everything. Initially, it seemed that she tried to annoy me, but as someone with 4 siblings, she didn't even come close. Pretty decent person to talk to though.

Klaus "Speed" Tallen - A loner, keeps to himself and his art. Which, by the way, is actually pretty good. Don't get to talk much though, so can't say much personally.

Sidney "Boomer" Cornell - Had this been in the military, I'd have tried to have her sent back to basics. She might be excellent in her field, but her habit of blowing things up is a serious concern. Outside of that, she's actually quite a nice person to talk to.

John "Teach" Louis - Ahhhh, Teach. Like my old drill sergeant, he usually opens his mouth to yell at you. Well, mostly the others, he doesn't seem to mind me too much. Still, he usually had a good reason to yell at you when he does, seeing as he seems to think a lot more clearly than most of the group.

Kian "Deadeye" Dresden - I actually wasn't sure if an optimist could have survived this long. In any case, seeing as he's not full of the usual doom-and-gloom most people on this planet is, he's quite good to talk to, and his accuracy is definitely appreciated on the field.

Russel "Doc" Rudolf - I can't say I've ever liked doctors. Even less so when they have shaky hands, seems to talk to himself whenever he's left alone and just doesn't seem like he's not all there even when working. Let's just say I'm happy about my armor.

Liam "Grim" Carter - Kinda an ass, but seems to leave me out of most of it. Not sure why, but I'm not complaining. In any case, he's good in a fight and can hold his own against most things, so I don't have any real opinion about him.

Konstantin "Flamel" Prohászka - When it comes to people, he actually is pretty decent, seems to like to keep those he likes close. Outside of that, though? Chem addict, inability to keep still, fear of the sun, obsession with blood while also avoiding fights. I try to stay nice, but I've never had the urge to take someones fingers off because they wouldn't stop tapping before him.

Name: Konstantin Prohászka

Nickname: Flamel

Age: 22



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Let me tell you a story… alright? I don’t ever want to do this again. So. Listen closely. Or, read, I suppose. Read closely? Right. So. It was just me and my mother at the start, before the crazy shit started to go down. Not that my whole life wasn’t full of crazy shit from the start. Here’s some context about my relationship with my mother, and my phobia. I’ve got a disease called Porphyria cutanea tarda. Basically, sunlight messes me up. Fucks up my skin. She’d tie me to a post outside during the day, if I did something she wasn’t a fan of. Yeah. I didn’t grow up in a nice part of town. Nowadays, nothing is really that nice, and towns barely exist anymore. Still, nobody looks at me funny when I walk around outside in full protective gear. Nobody tries to tie me to a post.

Anyways. Despite being a bitch of a mother, Csenge knew how to sell her shit. That shit being drugs. It’s the stupidest thing, I swear. She discovered I had a natural knack for chemistry, a genuine interest in the stuff. So she’s making this fucking kid brew her drugs for her, and then she’s selling them off as her own. That’s so nuts, isn’t it? She didn’t leave me much time to socialize with other people, or have any time to myself. We must always have a surplus available, she said. Always hovering over me. Watching me.

The drugs I could almost handle. I’m enabling addictions that already exist, I would tell myself. I’m not really hurting anyone that wouldn’t have gotten their fix elsewhere. Plus, it helps keep a roof over my head. But then, it’s not just drugs. She wants me to try making other stuff. Dangerous things. More dangerous than drugs, anyways. Higher risk, she said. Higher reward, she said. Lots of buyers. Turns out I couldn’t help myself, I was too damn good at my job. Now I won’t lie. There was always a tingle of excitement when I was working. Always a feeling of perverse curiosity. I wondered who was going to be using the product, and who would be receiving it.

I got out of that shithole eventually. Chemistry scholarship. I know, hilarious. I did my best to be a good student, maths and sciences came easy to me, and the rest was simple enough. About three good years at college before everything started going to shit. It all went weird during a break, which was convenient. I started going back to work for Csenge during long breaks after my first year. This time I was getting paid. That was how I developed an addiction to my own shit, and how she kept getting me to come back.

Well, neither of us were terribly stupid, we knew we had to get to somewhere safe. So I injected her with like five syringes of some homebrew shit she was trying to make while I was away, and made off with whatever I could carry. That’s how I survived, and how she didn’t.

Different times now. Working with the Devil’s Runners, I mostly stick to cooking up weapons, with a bit of fun stuff on the side. I share, whenever anyone asks. Not that they do. Can’t even say that here, that’d make me a bad dealer. They call me Flamel. Humor isn’t dead yet. Well, these people are alright. I’ve got no idea how I’ve stuck with them this long. No idea how long it’s going to last either.

-Me, Konstantin Prohászka, Flamel

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