Name: Allistair Corbyn Vernon

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Height: 178 cm

Weight: 76 kg

Equipment:




















Canned Dog Food ×1 (75%)

Shotgun Shells ×11

NATO Filters ×3

MGR ×12

Personality:
Having lived in the Tube since the age of thirteen, Allistair has grown accustomed to life underground and doesn't let it get him down. He remains optimistic despite challenging obstacles, and enjoys making the most of each day. Part of this is allowing himself to indulge in a variety of intoxicants, which had led to a few addictions over his life. Now alcohol is his closest friend, though he enjoys making new ones in this rough life.

Backstory:
In the beginning, Allistair had a very regular life. As a child he wanted for nothing, always having his family to provide for him. He attended public schools, getting an education just as any other child would. After school Allistair often walked about London, enjoying the atmosphere of his home as he wandered the streets. By nightfall he was always safe in his house, warm beneath the roof his parents provided. This changed at the age of thirteen, when the city of London declared an emergency evacuation to the tunnels of the Tube.

Allistair's family managed to make it safely into the underground, though this was only the start of a very rough life to come. Originally, Westminster maintained order throughout the Tube, ensuring the safety of the people. This changed quickly however, as the Lords and the Commons seceded from Westminster in 2015, only two years after the people moved into the tunnels. Unfortunately for Alistair and his family, the station in which they lived now was outside the established borders of any of the big three factions, meaning there was very little protection against unsavory sorts. It wasn't long before tragedy struck, and at the age of sixteen, Allistair's home station was taken over by bandits.

While his family ensured his escape, they were unable to safely leave the station themselves. Allistair worried what would become of them, though knew that it was not safe to stay and wait. He ran through the tunnels away from his home station of Covent Garden, toward the nearest station, the Leicester Square interchange. He informed the local authorities lf what happened, who then sent a scouting party out to investigate. By the time the party arrived however, Covent Garden was a mere graveyard. The bandits had come and gone, taking some hostage and killing those who put up a fight. Among the corpses were Allistair's family, amd with this knowledge Allistair continued his life, now orphaned.

From this point on Allistair needed to provide for himself, and began taking on odd jobs for anyone who would pay. He made a decent living this way, and his wandering lifestyle allowed him to explore a large amount of the Tube. Eventually Allistair decided to make a trip to the surface, figuring enough time had passed to be able to at least spend small amounts of time there. He visited his old home first, out of nostalgia, where he found the old knife which had been passed through his family. This was only the first of multiple explorations of the much changed surface, all such expeditions yeilding their own rewards.

As he aged, Allistair learned much about the tunnels, encountering things most people would be extremely reluctant to even consider a possibility. What many knew only as ghost stories, Allistair had experienced as reality. Along with the supernatural, Allistair had his fair share of run ins with packs of mutants and bandits, through which he learned the rules of survival around hostiles. His life continued on, and despite trying to avoid it, trouble always managed to find him. Because of this, Allistair is slightly jaded to unfortunate situations, though he still continues his journeys through the Tube despite this, helping those he can as he travels.

Name: Ewan Faulkner

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 70 kg


Personality: Ewan’s generally a friendly fellow with no brain-to-mouth filter and a vast collection of pre- and post-war jokes, albeit with a low tolerance of hopeless optimists. But when things go to the dogs, his inner bitter cynic shows. Ewan doesn’t see a reason to plan more than one or two dozen hours ahead, as there is no guarantee he’ll be alive at the end of the day. He loves stories, true or fictional, and will rarely say no to a request to tell or listen to one. He’s also fond of, though not particularly good at, card games.

History: Ewan, an unexceptional kid from Stirling, enlisted in the army at the age of 16. He served as a Challenger 2 driver between 2010 and 2013, even spending eight months in Germany shortly before the war. When the tensions grew even higher, his unit was recalled to Britain and on that fateful day, had arrived to London. Someone somewhere up the administrative food chain screwed up and he and his comrades got to London a full day before the train carrying their tanks was due to arrive. Although he didn’t know it yet, this SNAFU was one of the two things that would save his life. While waiting for their equipment to catch up, Ewan and his crew took the tube to a pub, and as they were getting out at Stockwell station, Ewan stopped to tie his shoe lace, telling his mates to go ahead and he’d catch up. He never had the chance to do so.

As a member of the British Armed Forces at the time, Ewan made his way to the Westminster station to make contact with whatever might have survived from his superiors or the government, hoping to figure out what to do from there. Survivors from the parliament were trying to keep things in check with the help of a few dozen troops that had been assigned to guard the houses of parliament, an effort he joined and stayed part of even after the government fell apart.

Having spent a few years serving on a tank, he knew his way around engines and other machines, so he quickly found something to do in the Tube. Due to his infantry training being long ago and largely forgotten, Ewan continued to serve the Westminster administration in a technical role, maintaining station equipment and leading a team of trainee technicians for a few months. When the radiation levels decreased to survivable levels, he took part in a few surface salvage operations in areas previously secured by scouts. During those trips, he found most of the materials that would become the Scrapheap over the next years.

He left the Westminster administration in 2030. Instead he started offering his services as a freelance mechanic, travelling between Westminster-held as well as the peaceful neighboring stations. Having never left the relative safety if the circle line, Ewan’s combat experience remains quite limited.

Trivia:

• Voiced by Paul McGillion (Carson Beckett, Stargate: Atlantis)

Equipment:

Lupus (Shotgun) - A shotgun hand made by Molly herself, and her main weapon of choice. If something is far enough away, she could just sneak around it. It’s when they’re close that they’re a problem, which is why she opts for a closer ranged weapon.

Backpack - A backpack able to fit a variety of things into it’s four different compartments.

Flashlight - A flashlight that is capable of… Well, take a guess. It is able to be connected to a charger to refill the battery. It can also be shoulder mounted.

Hand-cranked charger - It’s all in the name, a battery with a crank that allows for charging of the battery, which can be plugged into an electrical device to recharge it or give it a bit of a jolt. The battery, when fully charged, can serve as a weapon to jolt them with electricity.

Water Canteen - A water canteen for, you know, holding water (not limited to water, other liquid products are available for use in this canteen). It can hold up to one liter.

British Army General Service Respirator Gas Mask - A mask that is capable of helping Molly traverse CBRN environments such as the nuclear wasteland outside, or contaminated areas of the underground. Also serves as good face protection, but the risk of a breakage in the visor makes that too much of a risk unless necessary.

Stab Vest / Utility Vest - A vest that is capable of taking a stab from a knife (no guarantees about the blunt force, however), and has pockets for storing bits and pieces.

Combat Knife - Great when close, can even be hidden in a boot. Great when far - damn, just threw it off a cliff.

Dirk - Always gotta have something of value to remember that there still is value out there. The dirk still makes Molly think of her Scottish heritage.

Miscellaneous - Molly carries with her a horde of thirty shotgun shells, twenty of which are inside of her backpack and unreachable immediately, as well as two filters for her mask. She will carry no less than six cans of various foods ranging from beans to peaches for food and trade, as well as a can opener to get into them. Molly also has a few tripwires and small bells that she uses whenever she is setting up camp, to make simple alarm systems. She also carries twelve 5.56mm MGR in a partially-filled half-cut magazine that she uses as a ‘wallet’.

Personality:

For Molly, it’s survival for herself before anyone else. Someone who is causing her problems is someone who is going to very quickly drop down in her respect books, perhaps to the point where she will walk away and allow that person to catch up, or not, on their own. While she sees the advantages of going in a group and sometimes utilises them, she much prefers going on her own, particularly to avoid the stupidity that some people can show. One of Molly’s pet peeves is a lack of common sense.

Backstory:

Molly was born into the Metro, right there from the beginning. From what she had been told, the only reason that her parents survived is that her mother was taking the underground to go to the hospital, having broken her water early and not when she was back home in Scotland, like had been expected to be just a few weeks later. She suspected that if that week had passed and her mother had broken her water back when they were at Aberdeen, which had no Metro, she would not be around. Because of that, Molly always took her own survival and safety seriously.

She grew up in a painful and sad world in the underground, scraping up everything she needed to survive and finding some goodies along the way, as well as learning how to create her own goodies. From the age of fifteen, she was already a wanderer, a very young woman that saw the tunnels than others did. She let the tunnels consume her and became one with them, learning their paths and their nooks and crannies. They belonged to her, because she believed that while stations were safe, they were also corners, and places that could be lost at any given moment. Her status as a wanderer was what kept her safe from the various factions, as she had no affiliation with any of them and was understandably just there to live.

Steel is Golden

Name:
Jeremy, or at least that's what he has written on the piece of paper he uses to introduce himself.

Age:
Somewhere in his early 20's

Sex:
Male

Height:
5'9

Weight:
137

Appearance:
Brown hair, average height, average weight (for a post apocalypse) average face. Overall he appears pretty average save for bright and piercing green eyes.
He was born with a few (presumably) radiation induced birth defects including 12 fully functional fingers, a few extra toes, and a partially functional extra left arm half way down his ribcage he keeps tucked away under his shirt and coat. So maybe not so average.

Equipment:


Personality
For a mute, he's rather talkative. He greatly enjoys interacting with others, but only at arm's length. Depending on others is hard for him even for menial tasks so forget bringing other people for scavenging runs. Sure he might make more mg rounds with one or two other people to help haul and guard his back but people make mistakes and two people means twice as many mistakes. At least... that's how he feels.
Lately though he's been trying to give people more chances. He's reached the limits of what he can do on his own and besides, having more permanent friends sounds nice.

Backstory:
Jeremy was born to a pair of bandits in the northern tunnels who both died rather unceremoniously in a gun fight while attempting to rob some seemingly unassuming travelers. One of these travelers followed the sound of a crying baby back to their would be muggers' shelter and, taking pity on the child he'd just orphaned, took him back down into the metro tunnels. From there he raised the boy and taught him the means to survive down in the tunnels and the world above. Jeremy took these lessons and held them tight to his chest. Ironically his adoptive father died to pneumonia rather than bandits, faction warfare, or even mutant animals. These lessons were only the beginning as Jeremy continued to learn from others’ successes and mistakes, from their wisdom and their ignorance. He quickly developed a talent for scavenging above ground and retrieving pre-war treasures back to the markets. His years of experience have taught him how to be incredibly resourceful and given him extensive knowledge of how to survive above ground.