Just gonna use this as a reference. Seems easier than constantly going to MS Word.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Dr. Miles Aster, Deputy Director of the Association for the Survival of Humanity and Experiment-200 overseer.
Age: 59
Sex: M
Appearance: Caucasian. 5'10", thin but not skinny. Dark brown hair cut to about an inch long. Dark brown eyes.
Clothing: Grey collared shirt, black necktie, heavy white lab coat with the Institute's logo printed on the shoulder, black dress pants, black leather shoes, rectangular gunmetal-gray eyeglasses.
Personality: MASTER is a cold, calculating man, who is defined by his ability to separate data from empathy. If he is insane, he doesn't show it.
Background:
Aster is the Deputy Director of ASH, circa 2200. He has been sent back through time to conduct an experiment on unwilling participants in the early 21st century.
Sometime between 2000 and 2200 AD, the world goes from a prosperous utopia to ground zero.
WWIII renders much of the world, especially the United States, uninhabitable. Any cities that were not struck with nuclear warheads were decimated by conventional bombs. A vast majority of them are uninhabitable. Those that are are ghost towns. Humanity since has been limping onward, struggling to sustain itself. The United Nations has disbanded and every country is tending to themselves, so all outside aid has been cut off. For a while, the survivors worked together to rebuild and inhabit cities. But peace can only last so long, and it only takes one warmonger with a little support to tear everything back down.
Such is the life in one particular American city. For an entire generation, they have lived peaceably among themselves. Human ingenuity has helped them develop enough farmland and harvesting to feed their population. But trouble is brewing. They're been noticed by a particularly successful warlord who is looking to expand his territory. The town is well defended with walls and small arms, but the new generation knows nothing of fighting. They have been carefully watched over by parents desperate to give their children a peaceful future, and as a result, they are both naive and inexperienced, making them easy prey for dictators-to-be.
Amidst all of this is the Association for the Survival of Humanity, an organization founded with the express purpose of keeping humans alive and furthering the race. ASH has tried desperately to seize control of the population and restore balance, but they have never had the resources or manpower to attempt such a thing. The founders changed their focus, deciding instead to monitor and support one town. The exact town that is now a target. Aware of the danger but unable to convince the hapless civilians to fight, a rather radical solution was formulated. The Association would bring people capable of killing to the town to defend it. Unfortunately, the military was inaccessible, and the only people around who could kill others were not exactly reliable or trustworthy. They needed people who could empathize with others but have the mental capacity to take a life.
And so Experiment-200 was launched. By means of time travel (explanations will be worked out later), scientists and lab assistants were sent 200 years back in time to the era just prior to the scientific utopia, a time where peace and violence uneasily coexisted. A mock town was constructed. Cameras were set. Weapons were stockpiled. 2000-era clothing and uniforms were scavenged. And unwilling participants were taken there. E-200 was presided over by Miles Aster, the Deputy Director of the Association, who volunteered to oversee the project. Miles was not an evil man. He took no pleasure in his treatment of the test subjects. He was simply capable of separating empathy from data.
And that is exactly what he did.
Age: 59
Sex: M
Appearance: Caucasian. 5'10", thin but not skinny. Dark brown hair cut to about an inch long. Dark brown eyes.
Clothing: Grey collared shirt, black necktie, heavy white lab coat with the Institute's logo printed on the shoulder, black dress pants, black leather shoes, rectangular gunmetal-gray eyeglasses.
Personality: MASTER is a cold, calculating man, who is defined by his ability to separate data from empathy. If he is insane, he doesn't show it.
Background:
Aster is the Deputy Director of ASH, circa 2200. He has been sent back through time to conduct an experiment on unwilling participants in the early 21st century.
Sometime between 2000 and 2200 AD, the world goes from a prosperous utopia to ground zero.
WWIII renders much of the world, especially the United States, uninhabitable. Any cities that were not struck with nuclear warheads were decimated by conventional bombs. A vast majority of them are uninhabitable. Those that are are ghost towns. Humanity since has been limping onward, struggling to sustain itself. The United Nations has disbanded and every country is tending to themselves, so all outside aid has been cut off. For a while, the survivors worked together to rebuild and inhabit cities. But peace can only last so long, and it only takes one warmonger with a little support to tear everything back down.
Such is the life in one particular American city. For an entire generation, they have lived peaceably among themselves. Human ingenuity has helped them develop enough farmland and harvesting to feed their population. But trouble is brewing. They're been noticed by a particularly successful warlord who is looking to expand his territory. The town is well defended with walls and small arms, but the new generation knows nothing of fighting. They have been carefully watched over by parents desperate to give their children a peaceful future, and as a result, they are both naive and inexperienced, making them easy prey for dictators-to-be.
Amidst all of this is the Association for the Survival of Humanity, an organization founded with the express purpose of keeping humans alive and furthering the race. ASH has tried desperately to seize control of the population and restore balance, but they have never had the resources or manpower to attempt such a thing. The founders changed their focus, deciding instead to monitor and support one town. The exact town that is now a target. Aware of the danger but unable to convince the hapless civilians to fight, a rather radical solution was formulated. The Association would bring people capable of killing to the town to defend it. Unfortunately, the military was inaccessible, and the only people around who could kill others were not exactly reliable or trustworthy. They needed people who could empathize with others but have the mental capacity to take a life.
And so Experiment-200 was launched. By means of time travel (explanations will be worked out later), scientists and lab assistants were sent 200 years back in time to the era just prior to the scientific utopia, a time where peace and violence uneasily coexisted. A mock town was constructed. Cameras were set. Weapons were stockpiled. 2000-era clothing and uniforms were scavenged. And unwilling participants were taken there. E-200 was presided over by Miles Aster, the Deputy Director of the Association, who volunteered to oversee the project. Miles was not an evil man. He took no pleasure in his treatment of the test subjects. He was simply capable of separating empathy from data.
And that is exactly what he did.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Cedric Amberstone
Gender: M
Age: 25
Role/Position: Longbowman
Appearance:
Cedric stands at 5'11" and weighs 190 lbs, much of which is lean upper-body muscle. He is surprisingly pale for someone who should have spent so much time outdoors. His hair, which is straight and nearly shoulder-length, is a dark brown, with equally dark eyes and furrowed eyebrows that suggest he is constantly in thought. Though he bears no blatant scars, there is an ugly red burn along his left forearm, reminding him of the time he gripped his bow incorrectly and the bowstring raked a good six inches of his skin. The mark is now covered by a long glove (see Equipment) that he refuses to take off.
Personality: Cheerful and optimistic, Cedric tries his hardest to find some good in whatever the situation. He has a great deal of respect for those older than him, as they are more experienced and hardened than he is, and trusts them to make the difficult decisions. He never shows a great deal of enthusiasm or excitement, as his time with the Fools has taught him that the world is a bit dimmer than he had initially believed, but he does his best to enjoy his work, and will always manage at least a grin.
History: If one were to look up the definition of "common peasant," they would find an excellent description of the first twenty years of Cedric's life. He was a farm boy, raised on a small farm on the western outskirts of the woods between Forlinger and Greenwick, that provided just enough of a profit to keep him from severe poverty. He took to archery at a young age, since wild game was a major source of food. He learning how to string, unstring, draw, and maintain a bow, as well as craft and carve arrow shafts and forge arrowheads (given the proper tools, of course). Survival was nearly as critical, since wild animals did not have a habit of sitting about, waiting for you to shoot them, and no one else was going to clean and cook your kill for you.
Two days after his 20th birthday, Cedric left home, travelling west and taking only his equipment with him. The reasons for this are an absolute mystery to anyone else, since it is the one and only subject Cedric refuses to expound on. The location and health of his parents and siblings (if he had any) are well-guarded secrets to him. All that is known for sure is that he has not returned to his home since he left five years ago.
Cedric had never much liked the idea of roving, moving from town to city and taking anything a stranger would hand out, but that is what he found himself. It was not a pleasant life, but there were always farmers looking for a good set of hands to help with work, so he always managed to find a reasonable place to sleep. He worked any odd job he could find, including a few months as a blacksmith (from which he learnt almost nothing and enjoyed none of it). He saved up a good bit of money by choosing to hunt rather than buy food and sleep at his place of employment rather than an inn.
His luck expired during the second winter, at which point the work seemed to dry up and he found himself paying out of pocket to stay somewhere warm. Desperate, he took a try at gambling, where he discovered that he was absolutely incapable of bluffing and lost every coin within an hour. One of the gamblers felt a faint tug of remorse and return a single gold coin to Cedric before he left. It was a hard lesson, one that he would never forget.
On his way out, he encountered another archer who looked surprisingly similar to him. Cedric recognized the other man's longbow and kit and struck up a loose conversation. Cedric asked if he was some sort of guardsman, as he had seen no other guards armed with such a weapon. It was here that he learnt of the existed of the Band of Fortune and the benefits that came with it. Cedric had never dealt with mercenaries before, though he had heard both good and bad stories of their behavior, but any decent source of food merited investigation. Curious, and completely out of other things to do, Cedric asked around the town for information.
"Oh, I've heard of them," a stranger said, whom Cedric later realized was an existing member. "But these days, they're called the Band of Fools."
Cedric couldn't resist a smile as he tossed the man his sole remaining coin and asked if they could use one more fool.
Skills and Abilities: Many years hunting wild game has given him tremendous skill with a longbow, though a normal bow will do if he has no other option. He is an excellent hunter, a skill that includes tracking, cleaning, and cooking. His strongest trait is his eyesight, and he has the ability to see small movements at a considerable distance, though his sense of hearing is nearly as sharp. He has a peculiar habit of cocking his head to the left and narrowing his eyes when he hears something.
Weakness(es): Though he has some skill with a hand ax, Cedric is completely untrained in using his fists or his knife as anything but a tool. He does not have poor endurance and stamina and cannot run at full speed for very long. In the realm of war and death, he is still very ignorant, having never set foot on a front line. He is also incapable of bluffing or lying in the sense that he just cannot keep a straight face.
Equipment: A steel-plate brigandine, steel greaves, and a studded leather bracer on his right forearm, with the left sporting a leather arm guard shooting glove. He totes along a steel sallet on a leather strap for actual combat. He carries a longbow (120-lb draw weight) and reverse-draw quiver for combat, along with a small one-hand ax with a hook on the opposite side. For cleaning and skinning animals, he carries a large hunting knife in a sheath on the back of his belt.
His horse, Maggie, is a red-brown thoroughbred mare with a black mane and tail, a wide white blaze, and a white sock on the front left leg.
Gender: M
Age: 25
Role/Position: Longbowman
Appearance:
Cedric stands at 5'11" and weighs 190 lbs, much of which is lean upper-body muscle. He is surprisingly pale for someone who should have spent so much time outdoors. His hair, which is straight and nearly shoulder-length, is a dark brown, with equally dark eyes and furrowed eyebrows that suggest he is constantly in thought. Though he bears no blatant scars, there is an ugly red burn along his left forearm, reminding him of the time he gripped his bow incorrectly and the bowstring raked a good six inches of his skin. The mark is now covered by a long glove (see Equipment) that he refuses to take off.
Personality: Cheerful and optimistic, Cedric tries his hardest to find some good in whatever the situation. He has a great deal of respect for those older than him, as they are more experienced and hardened than he is, and trusts them to make the difficult decisions. He never shows a great deal of enthusiasm or excitement, as his time with the Fools has taught him that the world is a bit dimmer than he had initially believed, but he does his best to enjoy his work, and will always manage at least a grin.
History: If one were to look up the definition of "common peasant," they would find an excellent description of the first twenty years of Cedric's life. He was a farm boy, raised on a small farm on the western outskirts of the woods between Forlinger and Greenwick, that provided just enough of a profit to keep him from severe poverty. He took to archery at a young age, since wild game was a major source of food. He learning how to string, unstring, draw, and maintain a bow, as well as craft and carve arrow shafts and forge arrowheads (given the proper tools, of course). Survival was nearly as critical, since wild animals did not have a habit of sitting about, waiting for you to shoot them, and no one else was going to clean and cook your kill for you.
Two days after his 20th birthday, Cedric left home, travelling west and taking only his equipment with him. The reasons for this are an absolute mystery to anyone else, since it is the one and only subject Cedric refuses to expound on. The location and health of his parents and siblings (if he had any) are well-guarded secrets to him. All that is known for sure is that he has not returned to his home since he left five years ago.
Cedric had never much liked the idea of roving, moving from town to city and taking anything a stranger would hand out, but that is what he found himself. It was not a pleasant life, but there were always farmers looking for a good set of hands to help with work, so he always managed to find a reasonable place to sleep. He worked any odd job he could find, including a few months as a blacksmith (from which he learnt almost nothing and enjoyed none of it). He saved up a good bit of money by choosing to hunt rather than buy food and sleep at his place of employment rather than an inn.
His luck expired during the second winter, at which point the work seemed to dry up and he found himself paying out of pocket to stay somewhere warm. Desperate, he took a try at gambling, where he discovered that he was absolutely incapable of bluffing and lost every coin within an hour. One of the gamblers felt a faint tug of remorse and return a single gold coin to Cedric before he left. It was a hard lesson, one that he would never forget.
On his way out, he encountered another archer who looked surprisingly similar to him. Cedric recognized the other man's longbow and kit and struck up a loose conversation. Cedric asked if he was some sort of guardsman, as he had seen no other guards armed with such a weapon. It was here that he learnt of the existed of the Band of Fortune and the benefits that came with it. Cedric had never dealt with mercenaries before, though he had heard both good and bad stories of their behavior, but any decent source of food merited investigation. Curious, and completely out of other things to do, Cedric asked around the town for information.
"Oh, I've heard of them," a stranger said, whom Cedric later realized was an existing member. "But these days, they're called the Band of Fools."
Cedric couldn't resist a smile as he tossed the man his sole remaining coin and asked if they could use one more fool.
Skills and Abilities: Many years hunting wild game has given him tremendous skill with a longbow, though a normal bow will do if he has no other option. He is an excellent hunter, a skill that includes tracking, cleaning, and cooking. His strongest trait is his eyesight, and he has the ability to see small movements at a considerable distance, though his sense of hearing is nearly as sharp. He has a peculiar habit of cocking his head to the left and narrowing his eyes when he hears something.
Weakness(es): Though he has some skill with a hand ax, Cedric is completely untrained in using his fists or his knife as anything but a tool. He does not have poor endurance and stamina and cannot run at full speed for very long. In the realm of war and death, he is still very ignorant, having never set foot on a front line. He is also incapable of bluffing or lying in the sense that he just cannot keep a straight face.
Equipment: A steel-plate brigandine, steel greaves, and a studded leather bracer on his right forearm, with the left sporting a leather arm guard shooting glove. He totes along a steel sallet on a leather strap for actual combat. He carries a longbow (120-lb draw weight) and reverse-draw quiver for combat, along with a small one-hand ax with a hook on the opposite side. For cleaning and skinning animals, he carries a large hunting knife in a sheath on the back of his belt.
His horse, Maggie, is a red-brown thoroughbred mare with a black mane and tail, a wide white blaze, and a white sock on the front left leg.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Character Name: Ruben Verislav 'Guardian'
Title: N/A
Kingdom: 2K
Visual Description:
Written Description: Ruben is a 6-foot, 280-lb slab of Russian muscle. He has a wide jaw and thin eyes, with hair and beard cut to a fraction of an inch. He wears standard-issue OD tan and green XCOM body armor, built to resist blunt force and modern ballistic ammunition. When he's not in armor, he wears OD green pants and a white sleeveless shirt.
Personality: Ruben is a blank-face, glossy-eyed rookie. He has almost no personality whatsoever. The only thing known for certain is that he has an affinity for medical treatment and logistics, and has risked his life to help a squadmate on his only recorded mission. Ruben has no real opinion on anything, as he has spent his career doing nothing but follow orders. When he isn't fighting, he's training with weights and firearms. When he's not doing that, he's either eating or asleep. He doesn't love fighting, nor does he hate it. It's just what he does.
However, deep down (though it isn't particularly deep), Ruben knows that, as a soldier, he's easily expendable, and so is everyone else. XCOM operatives die and are replaced on a mission-by-mission basis. It is possible that this knowledge that is hindering him from developing. No one will care if he dies. Dying is just part of the mission. He's a name and serial number, and nothing more.
Game: XCOM: Enemy Unknown/Enemy Within
Current Story: Ruben was brought on as an XCOM soldier a week after the start of the alien invasion of Earth. He has to date survived two missions, with one confirmed kill. His actions have resulted in a promotion to the rank of Squaddie and the determination of his class: Support. He was given the nickname 'Guardian' after staying with an injured soldier and escorting them out of combat when the mission was complete. He was determined to be one of the two most excellent Support operatives, and, upon news of a different situation, he was dispatched to participate in a much larger conflict (in a much larger world) while the other stayed behind.
Weapon(s):
Primary Assault Rifle: The standard-issue rifle for XCOM soldiers. It uses ballistic ammunition and fires in 5-round bursts, using 25-rnd magazines.
Secondary Pistol: The standard-issue pistol for XCOM soldiers. It uses ballistic ammunition and fires semi-automatically, using infinite ammunition because, in XCOM: EU, it literally has infinite ammunition, which is counterbalanced by it being awful, but that's probably not going to be approved, so let's just say 15-rnd magazines.
Squad: Alpha
General Abilities
Lv. 1 Smoke Grenade: Throwable smoke grenade that covers a small area in smoke, increasing the defense of those inside it. Only one can be carried/used per mission.
Special Abilities
Slot One.
Items
Slot One.
Slot Two.
Slot Three.
Strengths
Field Medic: Ruben is trained and equipped to stabilize injured allies via Medikits, though he is trained for emergency situations and knows how to perform CPR, set a broken limb with a splint, force a dislocated limb back into place, craft and apply tourniquets, remove bullets and shrapnel, etc.
Logistical Support: Ruben is able to read a battle and determine a course of action that will result in the fewest casualties while completing the mission. Resource management and priority targets are his strong suits, and he keeps a mental note of what his teammates are carrying so that it can be best applied in combat. He will always prioritize survival of his team as a whole. Subsequently, he often takes authority, especially when things get messy. It was this quality in particular that had him selected as a Support operative.
Speed: Ruben is an excellent sprinter and can cover large areas of smooth or rugged terrain quickly and without losing his footing. This also applies to climbing.
Weaknesses
Expendable: Ruben knows he is a soldier, and soldiers are merely replaced when they die. Dying is just part of the job. Subsequently, he does not form attachments with others. If you are a squad mate, he will try to save your life or die trying, and if you are an enemy, he will kill you or die trying.
Panic: Ruben is susceptible to Panic. Panic causes him to either run randomly, hunker down, or attack randomly. They are just as much a threat to squad mates as himself. Panic can be instilled by physical injury, seeing a squad mate injured or dead, or through mental attacks caused by enemies. It is not a guaranteed event, though, and the effects are reduced as he completes missions.
Authoritative: While not technically a weakness, Ruben will take command of a situation by default, without taking the thoughts of others into concern. His logistics skills make him the key point of battle and other soldiers listen to and follow his plans. While this is extremely effective with other soldiers, it could be misunderstood as Ruben behaving as though he thinks he's better than others from allies who are not soldiers. The more he is promoted, the stronger this trait becomes.
Achievements
None.
Title: N/A
Kingdom: 2K
Visual Description:
Written Description: Ruben is a 6-foot, 280-lb slab of Russian muscle. He has a wide jaw and thin eyes, with hair and beard cut to a fraction of an inch. He wears standard-issue OD tan and green XCOM body armor, built to resist blunt force and modern ballistic ammunition. When he's not in armor, he wears OD green pants and a white sleeveless shirt.
Personality: Ruben is a blank-face, glossy-eyed rookie. He has almost no personality whatsoever. The only thing known for certain is that he has an affinity for medical treatment and logistics, and has risked his life to help a squadmate on his only recorded mission. Ruben has no real opinion on anything, as he has spent his career doing nothing but follow orders. When he isn't fighting, he's training with weights and firearms. When he's not doing that, he's either eating or asleep. He doesn't love fighting, nor does he hate it. It's just what he does.
However, deep down (though it isn't particularly deep), Ruben knows that, as a soldier, he's easily expendable, and so is everyone else. XCOM operatives die and are replaced on a mission-by-mission basis. It is possible that this knowledge that is hindering him from developing. No one will care if he dies. Dying is just part of the mission. He's a name and serial number, and nothing more.
Game: XCOM: Enemy Unknown/Enemy Within
Current Story: Ruben was brought on as an XCOM soldier a week after the start of the alien invasion of Earth. He has to date survived two missions, with one confirmed kill. His actions have resulted in a promotion to the rank of Squaddie and the determination of his class: Support. He was given the nickname 'Guardian' after staying with an injured soldier and escorting them out of combat when the mission was complete. He was determined to be one of the two most excellent Support operatives, and, upon news of a different situation, he was dispatched to participate in a much larger conflict (in a much larger world) while the other stayed behind.
Weapon(s):
Primary Assault Rifle: The standard-issue rifle for XCOM soldiers. It uses ballistic ammunition and fires in 5-round bursts, using 25-rnd magazines.
Secondary Pistol: The standard-issue pistol for XCOM soldiers. It uses ballistic ammunition and fires semi-automatically, using infinite ammunition because, in XCOM: EU, it literally has infinite ammunition, which is counterbalanced by it being awful, but that's probably not going to be approved, so let's just say 15-rnd magazines.
Stat.
Level One (Squaddie)
You have 5 stat points to distribute how you like.
(P)Damage 2
(P)Defense 3
(M)(E)Damage 1
(M)(E)Defense 1
Dexterity 3
0%
XP ////////// (0/10)
Level One (Squaddie)
You have 5 stat points to distribute how you like.
(P)Damage 2
(P)Defense 3
(M)(E)Damage 1
(M)(E)Defense 1
Dexterity 3
0%
XP ////////// (0/10)
Squad: Alpha
General Abilities
Lv. 1 Smoke Grenade: Throwable smoke grenade that covers a small area in smoke, increasing the defense of those inside it. Only one can be carried/used per mission.
Special Abilities
Slot One.
Items
Slot One.
Slot Two.
Slot Three.
Strengths
Field Medic: Ruben is trained and equipped to stabilize injured allies via Medikits, though he is trained for emergency situations and knows how to perform CPR, set a broken limb with a splint, force a dislocated limb back into place, craft and apply tourniquets, remove bullets and shrapnel, etc.
Logistical Support: Ruben is able to read a battle and determine a course of action that will result in the fewest casualties while completing the mission. Resource management and priority targets are his strong suits, and he keeps a mental note of what his teammates are carrying so that it can be best applied in combat. He will always prioritize survival of his team as a whole. Subsequently, he often takes authority, especially when things get messy. It was this quality in particular that had him selected as a Support operative.
Speed: Ruben is an excellent sprinter and can cover large areas of smooth or rugged terrain quickly and without losing his footing. This also applies to climbing.
Weaknesses
Expendable: Ruben knows he is a soldier, and soldiers are merely replaced when they die. Dying is just part of the job. Subsequently, he does not form attachments with others. If you are a squad mate, he will try to save your life or die trying, and if you are an enemy, he will kill you or die trying.
Panic: Ruben is susceptible to Panic. Panic causes him to either run randomly, hunker down, or attack randomly. They are just as much a threat to squad mates as himself. Panic can be instilled by physical injury, seeing a squad mate injured or dead, or through mental attacks caused by enemies. It is not a guaranteed event, though, and the effects are reduced as he completes missions.
Authoritative: While not technically a weakness, Ruben will take command of a situation by default, without taking the thoughts of others into concern. His logistics skills make him the key point of battle and other soldiers listen to and follow his plans. While this is extremely effective with other soldiers, it could be misunderstood as Ruben behaving as though he thinks he's better than others from allies who are not soldiers. The more he is promoted, the stronger this trait becomes.
Achievements
None.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Gunther Raskoph.
Username: Glowst0ne
Age: 29
Appearance: Gunther is a white German-American (American by citizenship, though). He has smooth black hair cut to only a few inches in length. He has bland, half-open brown eyes, thin eyebrows, and is clean-shaven (he doesn't have much facial hair anyway). Gunther wears mono-colored t-shirts that are either blank of have a large design on the front and baggy blue jeans with white sneakers. When he's out, he wears a large blue longshoreman jacket with a hood if it's cold and a black baseball cap and black-tinted sunglasses if it's sunny. His holster (see Devices) is clipped to a black two-latch leather belt. He tries to maintain a casual, careless appearance that suggests he is still a college student.
Chat color: Gaara's tomb, as it is called on Discord. Looks a bit like burnt yellow-orange.
Device(s):
Getac X500-
Acer n311-
At home, he has a (heavily modified) Getac X500 connected to an external hard drive and hardwired to a server in his second bedroom, along with any other devices. On the move, he has two PDAs. One is a handheld computer, with an encrypted signal and a few hand-made programs that can break into PCs and smartphones, access and disable security cameras and networks, freeze up or shut down computers, and a few other things. The other is a bit different. He carries it in a holster clipped to his belt tucked inside his pants at his back. He has never used it, but it is always loaded.
Occupation: Freelance hacker. Works mostly from home.
Cyberskills: Backdoors, encryption and decryption, small-scale infiltration.
Personality: Solitary and content. No personal connections with family or friends. Loves challenging himself and constantly tries to learn new things, including making his own computer parts and conducting "field work."
Background: Gunther is a full-blooded German, born and raised in Munich. He was an intelligent, ambitious boy who had maybe two friends that didn't last past high school. He was never a star student, with zero athletic or artistic interest, but he was above average in all subjects. He majored in computer science in college and developed a deep interest in it. Socially, Gunther was unsuccessful in friendship and romance, and subsequently lost interest, choosing to focus on school. His Germanic blood gave him a desire to challenge himself, and he drove himself to become an expert in the field. His field of study expanded to include robotics and even genetic engineering. Three years in, he expanded his field into less honest computer work and discovered that he could make a living by challenging his skills on his own terms and time. He finished his degree at 23 years of age, earning a Bachelor of Science in Computer Engineering, and moved to America, leaving family and memories behind. He ended up in Virginia and took up residence in a modern apartment building (two bedroom flat) where he got to work. Currently 29, he has been in the hacking business for a solid seven years.
Gunther found the Hackers.chatroom just by wondering if such a thing existed. Besides the chat room, he has in the past taken more interest in "field work" and has tried scoping out places and trailing people to hack them on the move, but it's far more dangerous and you can make just as much of a profit by staying home. He owns a separate apartment in the same complex, under a different name with false ID, that he uses mostly as a decoy, including a dummy laptop with encrypted files that contain no information and a server connected to a dead network. He visits it occasionally to make sure everything is running, clean it and throw away junk mail.
Gunther currently runs his own small business as a freelancer and, on occasion, fixer. Most of the work comes from finding secure information, moving money, and shutting down competition, and he works only in cash and bitcoin. As for his standard of life, he eats healthy food, jogs in the morning, and is teaching himself krav maga. He shares his apartment with Zero, his German Shepherd, who acts as his companion and security system. After all, no amount of cyber security can top a well-trained dog.
Username: Glowst0ne
Age: 29
Appearance: Gunther is a white German-American (American by citizenship, though). He has smooth black hair cut to only a few inches in length. He has bland, half-open brown eyes, thin eyebrows, and is clean-shaven (he doesn't have much facial hair anyway). Gunther wears mono-colored t-shirts that are either blank of have a large design on the front and baggy blue jeans with white sneakers. When he's out, he wears a large blue longshoreman jacket with a hood if it's cold and a black baseball cap and black-tinted sunglasses if it's sunny. His holster (see Devices) is clipped to a black two-latch leather belt. He tries to maintain a casual, careless appearance that suggests he is still a college student.
Chat color: Gaara's tomb, as it is called on Discord. Looks a bit like burnt yellow-orange.
Device(s):
Getac X500-
Acer n311-
At home, he has a (heavily modified) Getac X500 connected to an external hard drive and hardwired to a server in his second bedroom, along with any other devices. On the move, he has two PDAs. One is a handheld computer, with an encrypted signal and a few hand-made programs that can break into PCs and smartphones, access and disable security cameras and networks, freeze up or shut down computers, and a few other things. The other is a bit different. He carries it in a holster clipped to his belt tucked inside his pants at his back. He has never used it, but it is always loaded.
Occupation: Freelance hacker. Works mostly from home.
Cyberskills: Backdoors, encryption and decryption, small-scale infiltration.
Personality: Solitary and content. No personal connections with family or friends. Loves challenging himself and constantly tries to learn new things, including making his own computer parts and conducting "field work."
Background: Gunther is a full-blooded German, born and raised in Munich. He was an intelligent, ambitious boy who had maybe two friends that didn't last past high school. He was never a star student, with zero athletic or artistic interest, but he was above average in all subjects. He majored in computer science in college and developed a deep interest in it. Socially, Gunther was unsuccessful in friendship and romance, and subsequently lost interest, choosing to focus on school. His Germanic blood gave him a desire to challenge himself, and he drove himself to become an expert in the field. His field of study expanded to include robotics and even genetic engineering. Three years in, he expanded his field into less honest computer work and discovered that he could make a living by challenging his skills on his own terms and time. He finished his degree at 23 years of age, earning a Bachelor of Science in Computer Engineering, and moved to America, leaving family and memories behind. He ended up in Virginia and took up residence in a modern apartment building (two bedroom flat) where he got to work. Currently 29, he has been in the hacking business for a solid seven years.
Gunther found the Hackers.chatroom just by wondering if such a thing existed. Besides the chat room, he has in the past taken more interest in "field work" and has tried scoping out places and trailing people to hack them on the move, but it's far more dangerous and you can make just as much of a profit by staying home. He owns a separate apartment in the same complex, under a different name with false ID, that he uses mostly as a decoy, including a dummy laptop with encrypted files that contain no information and a server connected to a dead network. He visits it occasionally to make sure everything is running, clean it and throw away junk mail.
Gunther currently runs his own small business as a freelancer and, on occasion, fixer. Most of the work comes from finding secure information, moving money, and shutting down competition, and he works only in cash and bitcoin. As for his standard of life, he eats healthy food, jogs in the morning, and is teaching himself krav maga. He shares his apartment with Zero, his German Shepherd, who acts as his companion and security system. After all, no amount of cyber security can top a well-trained dog.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Kristopher "Kriss" Mauser
Age: 23
Appearance:
Height: Just a tad under 6'1"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Likes:
- Exercise
- Naps
- Works/Kitchen Sink pizza
Dislikes:
- Smoking
- Drinking
- Smartphones
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Special Talent: Can do a backflip on hard ground and running up a wall or tree.
Profession: Paramedic for the Sol City Volunteer Rescue Squad
Bio/Personality:
23 years ago, Kristopher Alexander Mauser was born to a loving family in the heart of Germany. He lived there for four years, at which point his family emigrated to a particularly enticing city. As their only child, they had astronomical hopes for him, expecting an excellent student transferring to Solaris Universatas. They were soon disappointed. Kriss, despite his efforts, was above average at best. He did well at sports and pushed himself physically but was otherwise not particularly successful. Despite his outgoing, cheery nature, he made few friends, none of which lasted past high school.
He graduated and was promptly turned down by every university he applied to. He considered the possibility of joining the military if for the sake of having a steady income, but his father was vehemently against it, saying he would rather put Kriss through med school than see him in the armed forces. Indignant, Kriss took him up on the offer and signed up for EMT training. To everyone's surprise, he took to it naturally and learned quickly. He passed the courses and earned the unpaid rank of EMT-1 for the Sol City Volunteer Rescue Squad. Unfortunately, this only made things worse between his parents and himself, who concluded that if Kriss could learn something as intricate and complex as emergency medical treatment so quickly, he could have done better in school. To ease the relationship between his parents and himself, he moved out, opting to live in the rescue squad building, which provided free housing and amenities for EMTs willing to work overtime and weekends.
Three years have passed. Kriss is still unemployed and does not have a degree. He has been living on the college fund his parents saved since his birth for the sake of not residing at home. Fortunately, he was promoted to a paid paramedic position and has been able to sustain himself, even saving up some change to put back into his account. He watches the papers for part-time work and is keeping an eye on colleges. When he's not grabbing naps to sustain himself between calls, he's working out in the building's rather simple gym (a chin-up bar and half-filled weight rack), though he does spend time out and about, learning names and faces of Sol City residents. He learned from other older paramedics the significance of knowing the people you may need to help. Treatment invariable goes smoother when the patient already trusts you.
As far as personality goes, Kriss is a strong-willed, energetic young man who is ready for action. Driving an ambulance and performing dives in frigid water gives him a small dose of adrenaline, especially since he's saving lives in the process. However, he has seen some gruesome, sobering events, and as a result has become rather sober-minded and realistic. His optimism used to come naturally. Now he has to put effort into sustaining it. Strangely enough, he has come to despise smartphones. So many people have been injured or killed that courses on NOT texting and driving have become mandatory, and smarter phones have only made the activity easier. He wears a flip phone on a belt clip, right beside his two-way radio connected to the rescue squad dispatch center, and he only uses it for phone calls.
Your character's favorite song: Freedom is Ours, Johannes Bornlöf.
Age: 23
Appearance:
Height: Just a tad under 6'1"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Likes:
- Exercise
- Naps
- Works/Kitchen Sink pizza
Dislikes:
- Smoking
- Drinking
- Smartphones
Zodiac Sign: Aries
Special Talent: Can do a backflip on hard ground and running up a wall or tree.
Profession: Paramedic for the Sol City Volunteer Rescue Squad
Bio/Personality:
23 years ago, Kristopher Alexander Mauser was born to a loving family in the heart of Germany. He lived there for four years, at which point his family emigrated to a particularly enticing city. As their only child, they had astronomical hopes for him, expecting an excellent student transferring to Solaris Universatas. They were soon disappointed. Kriss, despite his efforts, was above average at best. He did well at sports and pushed himself physically but was otherwise not particularly successful. Despite his outgoing, cheery nature, he made few friends, none of which lasted past high school.
He graduated and was promptly turned down by every university he applied to. He considered the possibility of joining the military if for the sake of having a steady income, but his father was vehemently against it, saying he would rather put Kriss through med school than see him in the armed forces. Indignant, Kriss took him up on the offer and signed up for EMT training. To everyone's surprise, he took to it naturally and learned quickly. He passed the courses and earned the unpaid rank of EMT-1 for the Sol City Volunteer Rescue Squad. Unfortunately, this only made things worse between his parents and himself, who concluded that if Kriss could learn something as intricate and complex as emergency medical treatment so quickly, he could have done better in school. To ease the relationship between his parents and himself, he moved out, opting to live in the rescue squad building, which provided free housing and amenities for EMTs willing to work overtime and weekends.
Three years have passed. Kriss is still unemployed and does not have a degree. He has been living on the college fund his parents saved since his birth for the sake of not residing at home. Fortunately, he was promoted to a paid paramedic position and has been able to sustain himself, even saving up some change to put back into his account. He watches the papers for part-time work and is keeping an eye on colleges. When he's not grabbing naps to sustain himself between calls, he's working out in the building's rather simple gym (a chin-up bar and half-filled weight rack), though he does spend time out and about, learning names and faces of Sol City residents. He learned from other older paramedics the significance of knowing the people you may need to help. Treatment invariable goes smoother when the patient already trusts you.
As far as personality goes, Kriss is a strong-willed, energetic young man who is ready for action. Driving an ambulance and performing dives in frigid water gives him a small dose of adrenaline, especially since he's saving lives in the process. However, he has seen some gruesome, sobering events, and as a result has become rather sober-minded and realistic. His optimism used to come naturally. Now he has to put effort into sustaining it. Strangely enough, he has come to despise smartphones. So many people have been injured or killed that courses on NOT texting and driving have become mandatory, and smarter phones have only made the activity easier. He wears a flip phone on a belt clip, right beside his two-way radio connected to the rescue squad dispatch center, and he only uses it for phone calls.
Your character's favorite song: Freedom is Ours, Johannes Bornlöf.
*Your age: 25, coming up on 26.
*What part of the world are you from? East Coast, 'murica.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: I was on here a year or two ago for a year or so, plus the RP and RPG I ran on a flash game community forum. So, total, three years. But I've been writing since like third grade. Mostly lame poetry with a sprinkle of amusing short stories.
*How often do you have time to post? Seeing as I am currently unemployed, I should be able to post daily.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing? Put as much as you want. I have had a specific form of epilepsy called complex partial seizures for more than half of my life. It's caused by a tiny part of my brain misfiring. I take 11 pills a day to control it and have to visit a neurologist twice a year, along with blood work and brain scans. But who cares? I get to wear a cool metal bracelet and there's a whole day set aside for epilepsy awareness (March 26, "Purple Day") so it balances out. I keep hoping that I encounter someone else going through something like epilepsy that needs encouragement so I can encourage them, since it doesn't bother me anymore.
*What part of the world are you from? East Coast, 'murica.
*How many years have you been writing/roleplaying: I was on here a year or two ago for a year or so, plus the RP and RPG I ran on a flash game community forum. So, total, three years. But I've been writing since like third grade. Mostly lame poetry with a sprinkle of amusing short stories.
*How often do you have time to post? Seeing as I am currently unemployed, I should be able to post daily.
*Anything else you want to mention? What you do for a living? How much do you work a week? What do you enjoy doing besides writing? Put as much as you want. I have had a specific form of epilepsy called complex partial seizures for more than half of my life. It's caused by a tiny part of my brain misfiring. I take 11 pills a day to control it and have to visit a neurologist twice a year, along with blood work and brain scans. But who cares? I get to wear a cool metal bracelet and there's a whole day set aside for epilepsy awareness (March 26, "Purple Day") so it balances out. I keep hoping that I encounter someone else going through something like epilepsy that needs encouragement so I can encourage them, since it doesn't bother me anymore.
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Mattchstick This little light of mine...
Member
Seen
4 yrs ago
Name: Allison Bethany Reid-Hawthorne
Age: 19
Appearance:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Likes:
- Smiling
- Social Media
- Driving
- Upbeat music
Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- Pessimists
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Special Talent: She can type very quickly both on a keyboard and smartphone. It makes writing essays and text messages a snap.
Profession: Student living at home. Works for the SCVRS.
Bio/Personality:
The first three years of Allison's life were with her natural parents, Ellie and Derrick Reid, who were still in college when they met. They married in their prime, both looking forward to an easy, happy life together. Unfortunately, fate was not so kind. Carefree at first, Ellie gave up the wilder side of college life of partying, choosing to instead drop out and focus on working to take care of her new family. Derrick didn't let go so easily. As a result, the lifestyle didn't let go of him either. After graduating and moving into a small one-bedroom apartment with his wife, he and his is "buddies" started meeting at bars instead of on campus. When he found out his wife was expecting a child, Derrick tried to quit. After a few attempts, he gave up trying and let alcoholism embrace him. A young Allison rarely saw her father sober.
When she was four, he thought it would be funny to let her take a shot of whisky with him. She threw up most of it and was in the hospital for several days afterwards. Ellie drew the line there and told Derrick that either he went to AA and stayed there until he was clean or she was gone. Derrick, who was hammered at the time, threw a half-empty bottle at her head. It left a scar on her forehead that she still has to this day. Ellie filed charges and won, denying Derrick of full custody and moving out.
Starved for cash, Ellie moved into a small house with a close relative, who let them stay there on the condition that Ellie go back to college and finish her education. She accepted and re-enrolled, completing her Bachelor of Science degree in business while Allison stayed home. While in college, Ellie found herself spending time with Erick Hawthorne, the TA for one of the classes she was having more trouble with than she expected. They grew surprisingly close and ended up dating and marrying several years later. Allison was hesitant to accept having a new father but Erick was a patient, compassionate man. He never tried to force himself into her life and let Allison adjust to his presence at her own pace. She formed a strong bond with him and gladly volunteered to be the flower girl at their wedding. Allison keeps a picture of the three of them on a hiking trip in her wallet at all times.
Erick was a hard worker who believed that people should earn what they have instead of expecting it to be handed out and he actively encouraged Allison to do well in school and pursue higher education. She complied, maintaining an A average in middle and high school. Three weeks before graduation, Erick and Ellie finally decided to move to an actual home (more of a large apartment, really) in Sol City. Allison was sorry to say goodbye to the friends she had made, but promised to stay in touch.
Currently Allison is living at home. She is working on enrolling in a college, though she really doesn't know what she likes yet and is leaning towards general studies. Her flippancy about it has caused a small amount of friction between her and her father, who wants her to study medicine and guarantee a good career. She had offered to join a rescue squad and, by the time they moved, had completed all the basic training to become an EMT Class 1. Her parents have suggested continuing down that path for the time being, though they encourage her to look around the new city and see what else interests her.
As far as personality goes, Allison is a cheerful, optimistic young lady who strives to look past the bad and hope for the best. Her outgoing nature and restraint from violence make her a good negotiator. Her Irish lineage lends her a fiery temper that she rarely loses, though she becomes embarrassed easily and her face often turns bright red as a direct result of either. Her stepfather's drive to work hard and achieve your goals has impacted her life, though it has been slowed down a bit by social media and technology. Even she would admit that she spends too much time on her phone. When it comes to a crisis, though, she is level-headed and professional, and as a result has been a valuable member to rescue squad calls.
Your character's favorite song: Jackpot - TheFatRat.
Age: 19
Appearance:
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 145 lbs
Likes:
- Smiling
- Social Media
- Driving
- Upbeat music
Dislikes:
- Alcohol
- Pessimists
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Special Talent: She can type very quickly both on a keyboard and smartphone. It makes writing essays and text messages a snap.
Profession: Student living at home. Works for the SCVRS.
Bio/Personality:
The first three years of Allison's life were with her natural parents, Ellie and Derrick Reid, who were still in college when they met. They married in their prime, both looking forward to an easy, happy life together. Unfortunately, fate was not so kind. Carefree at first, Ellie gave up the wilder side of college life of partying, choosing to instead drop out and focus on working to take care of her new family. Derrick didn't let go so easily. As a result, the lifestyle didn't let go of him either. After graduating and moving into a small one-bedroom apartment with his wife, he and his is "buddies" started meeting at bars instead of on campus. When he found out his wife was expecting a child, Derrick tried to quit. After a few attempts, he gave up trying and let alcoholism embrace him. A young Allison rarely saw her father sober.
When she was four, he thought it would be funny to let her take a shot of whisky with him. She threw up most of it and was in the hospital for several days afterwards. Ellie drew the line there and told Derrick that either he went to AA and stayed there until he was clean or she was gone. Derrick, who was hammered at the time, threw a half-empty bottle at her head. It left a scar on her forehead that she still has to this day. Ellie filed charges and won, denying Derrick of full custody and moving out.
Starved for cash, Ellie moved into a small house with a close relative, who let them stay there on the condition that Ellie go back to college and finish her education. She accepted and re-enrolled, completing her Bachelor of Science degree in business while Allison stayed home. While in college, Ellie found herself spending time with Erick Hawthorne, the TA for one of the classes she was having more trouble with than she expected. They grew surprisingly close and ended up dating and marrying several years later. Allison was hesitant to accept having a new father but Erick was a patient, compassionate man. He never tried to force himself into her life and let Allison adjust to his presence at her own pace. She formed a strong bond with him and gladly volunteered to be the flower girl at their wedding. Allison keeps a picture of the three of them on a hiking trip in her wallet at all times.
Erick was a hard worker who believed that people should earn what they have instead of expecting it to be handed out and he actively encouraged Allison to do well in school and pursue higher education. She complied, maintaining an A average in middle and high school. Three weeks before graduation, Erick and Ellie finally decided to move to an actual home (more of a large apartment, really) in Sol City. Allison was sorry to say goodbye to the friends she had made, but promised to stay in touch.
Currently Allison is living at home. She is working on enrolling in a college, though she really doesn't know what she likes yet and is leaning towards general studies. Her flippancy about it has caused a small amount of friction between her and her father, who wants her to study medicine and guarantee a good career. She had offered to join a rescue squad and, by the time they moved, had completed all the basic training to become an EMT Class 1. Her parents have suggested continuing down that path for the time being, though they encourage her to look around the new city and see what else interests her.
As far as personality goes, Allison is a cheerful, optimistic young lady who strives to look past the bad and hope for the best. Her outgoing nature and restraint from violence make her a good negotiator. Her Irish lineage lends her a fiery temper that she rarely loses, though she becomes embarrassed easily and her face often turns bright red as a direct result of either. Her stepfather's drive to work hard and achieve your goals has impacted her life, though it has been slowed down a bit by social media and technology. Even she would admit that she spends too much time on her phone. When it comes to a crisis, though, she is level-headed and professional, and as a result has been a valuable member to rescue squad calls.
Your character's favorite song: Jackpot - TheFatRat.
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