[CHAR] This Reeks of Havoc

[sharksama]

Eric

Name: Eric Von Ducht

Appearance

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Personality: Eric is a quiet and mature individual; always staying calm in tough situations is kind of his thing. He usually looks after his teammates more than himself, which causes him to get hurt sometimes. He knows when he does right and is proud of that, but is shameful when he knows he has done something terrible. Loyal to the Hunters.

Backstory: None/WIP

Special Talents:

- Sneaking - Taking the enemy by surprise is one of his many talents. He can often catch the enemy’s eyes by just shooting at them, but if he is hidden, they have no idea where to look. He always uses this skill to surprise teammates.

- Nursing/Healing - Despite his tough exterior, Eric always looks after the Hunters. He's kind of adopted the nickname, ‘Medic,’ for how many times he’s patched up someone’s wounds. He always carries a small satchel of bandages and various medical herbs.

- Shooting - This skill and his sneaking skill combined, the man is nearly unstoppable. Nearly. He doesn't have the best aim in the world, but he knows he can at least dent the surface of the enemy.

Inventory:

A small satchel he carries on his belt. This has various items, such as bandages, herbs, and a book that he writes down in about many things.

A pistol. He always keeps this on him, just in case a Mutation might be lurking around where it shouldn't be.

Likes: Helping others, hardworkers, herbal tea

Dislikes: Mutations, lazy people, traitors, death

[CleverFox]

Rose

Name: Rose Lynn
Appearance:

her outfit

under the flanel is a white tank top

Age:18
Gender: Female (fear her)
Personality: Rose is a bit of a tough cookie to figure out. On one hand she is rude, and in general cold bitch to keep those wild thinkers from going so far off the edge of reality that they end up getting her team mate killed or herself. She is mean at first but then comes to her more sweeter side.
Rose cares a lot about the people around her and is more than willing to cut a few heads, kill or give up her own life for anyone. That is if you stick around long enough but if your in or out she can care less. She is protective of her team and her friends or loved ones. Rose is very trustworthy and loyal as well always keeping her promises and her word while keeping her heart to the ones who she has fought for or with.
She is really jumpy around new people or people in general and does not liked being around them. She can be very shy at first before warming up to you. Rose can act childish and playful at times if she is use to you being around having her trust she will show her more fun side. Don't take that for granted.
Backstory: Rose is one of those kids with a great dad and uncle and shitty everything else. While her father did have a hard time raising her and her uncle was always the one at home taking care of her..the best that her uncle knew to do. They still couldn't keep the more evil people away or her mother. . Now where she was growing up wasn't the best place to grow up at; Drug dealers, gang wars, and murders was her everyday life. So when she was old enough her dad had put her into kick boxing and Karate lessons so she could defend herself from the bad guys. She had a few friends growing up but they all turned into the kind of people who you wouldn't really want to hang around if you didn't want to go down the wrong path.
Special Talents: Black belt in Karate, can speak 2 different languages (Spanish and Latin), small medical experience
Inventory: Rose always has her dads 6 inch hand knife with her hidden in her boot,her uncles lucky cross necklace and a small med kit.
Likes:Singing or Rapping, her dad and uncle, animals, fighting, and running
Dislikes:Fake people, mutations and monsters, 'sappy romance' and her mother

[DriveEMOut]

Oliver Peakes

Name: Oliver 'Peak' Peakes

Appearance

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Personality: Brooding, Peak isn't one to strike up a conversation or welcome a new friend. He mostly stays quiet and shoots everybody glares when they look at him. He enjoys making people uncomfortable, in any way possible, but he won't go too far. He will blackmail them. Yup, Oliver Peakes is a jerk. No doubt about it.

Special Talents: An ability to predict an attacker's most likely decision, and being quite talented in firing a weapon.

Inventory:
A family hunting rifle.
An old, faded picture of his family.
As well as a pretty advanced survival kit.
He also has an Ipod that he made a solar charger so he can listen to music.
And earbuds.
Oh yeah, a backpack too, though he rarely has it filled.

Likes:
Books
Salads
The word 'indubitably'.
Listening to Chillstep on his Ipod.
Hard Rock.
Saxophones.
Quarters.
Winter and Fall.

Dislikes:
Waffles
Rainbows
Spring and Summer.
People trying to act like something they're not.
Cowards.
Anyone that acts like they want to take his Ipod.

[Ragtop]

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Anthony Wang

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Name: Anthony Wang

Appearance:

image

5'11"

Usually just wears normal clothing from before the mutations (changing only when there is somewhere for him to clean them or if he finds new clothes), with his weapon attached to his hip by a leather-and-cloth makeshift tool belt. While walking, his weapon often drags on the ground and makes a distinctive thumping noise.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Personality: Anthony's pretty optimistic in most situations, but is hard to calm down once he's in any sort of panic. He isn't very intelligent, having only a high-school education and never willing to make his own decisions. Anthony views the events that lead up to him being a Hunter as a sort of blur, but still possesses a blind courage and willingness to do what he's told. He happily obeys any orders given to him, and much prefers to have someone telling him what to do than to be alone, contrary to people who prefer to be independent.

Backstory: Anthony's family was never poor, sitting in the higher class of society. And despite his opportunities to attend top-quality schools throughout his young life, Anthony's dyslexia coupled with his lack of desire or effort to pursue knowledge kept him from high achievement in school. He graduated high school, by however slim a margin, and lived in a small house gifted to him by his parents. Anthony constantly promised them he'd apply for and attend college soon, but unfortunately, the death of both of his parents (they went down with an office building) and the horrid turn of world events prevented him from ever following up.

Special Talents: Enhanced strength, significantly above the level for a human of his height and build.

Inventory: A Zippo lighter and, like, 4 unused cigarettes. His weapon of choice is a heavy metal slugger bat he found early on in this 'apocalypse', with metal stakes and nails of various sizes hammered through it, making it look like a bit like a odd cactus. He can deliver a more than hefty blow with it, given his special ability of strength.

Likes:
- Dogs
- Hot Showers
- Actual Mattresses
- All food, he's a bit of a human garbage disposal.
- Warm days with cool breezes
- Scavenging and successfully finding luxuries like more cigarettes or warm layers.

Dislikes:
- Those monstrous mutations
- Rain
- Snow
- Having to kill feral or wild animals
- Injuries that look healed but still hurt

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[oWhiteDiamondo]

Angarius Interitusia

"Don't tempt me, kid!"

Name: Angarius Interitusia

Appearance:
She's a six foot tall dirty blonde that has her hair up in a ponytail most of the time, bangs of different lengths over her forehead and going outwards to her ears. Her eyes are an unnatural red that look like they're glowing due to her mostly pale skin. Angarius usually has a smirk or smug expression, especially when "working" outside. Along her arms are various tattoos she likes to show off to others.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Personality:
Angarius kills to fuel her sadistic habits whenever monsters are nearby. She likes to be called a "murderer" or "killer" instead of something more positive like she's "doing it for good" or something similar. Anger fuels her habits and if she acts differently at all, then there must be something really special about the situation for that to happen. Sometimes she talks to herself which is often a sign of her feeling uneasy, cautious, etc. Oh, and watch out for her sarcasm and smart remarks. They're a real pain.

Backstory: N/A

Special Talents:

• Killing machine "Definitely counts as a talent, y'know? If it doesn't in your book, then I'll burn it."
• Extremely fast runner, even with a fully packed inventory "Hit me with that magic shit. I love hearing I'm magical." *wink*
• Cooking "I have to eat good food, y'know? Tsk."

Inventory:

• Mossberg 12-Gauge Shotgun "Touch her without telling me and I'll shoot you."
• JA 380 "Tiny baby gun..."
• Gun Magazines "What, did you think I would go out killing without bullets?"
• Two-Tone Black Stainless Steel Throwing Knives "I think I found these off of some dude's dead body. They're great."
• Skull Half Mask "I... don't even know why I have this. It's just cool."

Likes:

• Weapons, mostly guns
• Books "I get bored sometimes..."
• Warm weather
• Cool breezes
• Shorter people "Mini killing machines."
• Food, Drinking
• Music
• Swearing "IT'S GOD DAMN FUCKING GREAT!"

Dislikes:

• Bright lights, loud sounds, disgusting smells, anything disrupting the senses
• Bright colors "ESPECIALLY rainbows. Gross."
• Cowards, the weak, etc.
• Extremely hot or cold weather
• Stealing, kill stealing "Don't even THINK about stealing my stuff."

[Rawk]

Marcus Collins

Name: Marcus Collins

“The name is Marcus, not ‘Marc’, ‘Marky’, ‘Marco’ or any other half-assed variation you can think of.”

Age: 32?...33?...who knows? He doesn’t...

Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at six-foot-nothing, Marcus is an average looking “Black Irish”, with a lean build, dark, shoulder-length disheveled hair, and a short unkempt beard with streaks of grey peeking through. His arms, chest and back are covered in various tattoos spanning over years growing up during the 90’s in the South end of Boston, and reflecting much of his love of music, women, party lifestyle, fantasy artwork, and pure unadulterated hate for authority. His clothing leans toward rocker-centric, mainly donning jeans, black leather “shit kicker” boots, grungy t-shirts, and a worn leather motorcycle jacket. By far, however, more recognizable (and somewhat misleading) feature at his disposal are his piercing hazel eyes that almost appear to be staring straight through the person he is speaking with.

Personality: At first meet, Marcus comes off as a brash know-it-all asshole who’s only in it if there’s something to gain from his time, and he generally doesn’t act out aggressively unless provoked, using sarcasm and dark humor to keep himself in check. However, depending on who he decides to run with, he can be a bit more amiable to a degree, and has little problem with helping out someone he may consider an “ally”. The problem, however, is his distrust of people and hard-edged outlook on the shit storm life he’s currently involved in makes it difficult to retain friends.

Backstory: Not much is known about Marcus as he doesn’t necessarily like to sob stories of his South Boston upbringing, but what can be derived by spending just a few minutes with the man is that it wasn’t a laid back life of rainbows and unicorns. Several of the myriad of tattoos that adorn his body tell a story of love, music, art, science fiction, crime, punishment, gangs, and other unknowns that were personal enough to him.

Special Talents:
- Street Fighting: Spending much of his childhood running with deviants and gangs, he picked up a special knack for the rough and unpredictable style of street fighting, using the dirtiest tricks he can to either run his opponents off, or kill them if need be.

- Music had always been a big part of his life, especially growing up during the height of the alternative rock and industrial metal movements, and a way to blow off steam was on a set of drums or with a badass guitar solo.

- Art was yet another avenue he followed closely, specifically while spreading anti-government propaganda through creative (and sometimes offensive) street art.

Inventory:
Modified Tactical Shotgun - claims he “found it” but most likely stolen.
9mm Glock - again, he “found it”
Colt M1911A1 Handgun - a 1940’s piece of American history that he’d managed to relinquish from a military museum who clearly didn’t need it in a post-apocalyptic world. He also hoped to pawn it off for something way more useful as it is currently missing a firing pin.

Army Green Rucksack full of a few favorite articles of clothing, assortment of colored spray paint cans, playing cards, dice, medical supplies, ammo, and other knick-knacks found along the way.

Fender 6-string Acoustic Guitar with a mahogany shell and a handy worn leather shoulder strap.

Likes:
Patriotism - Why not fight for the country you're in, even if it is all going to hell?
Drinking - Always on the “hunt” for something new and unusual
Bartering - A scavenger by necessity, he tries to find junk that can be useful enough to trade.
Gambling - Cards, dice, Russian roulette, it’s all the same to him and helps pass the time.
Playing guitar when he needs to “think”
Lighting things on fire

Dislikes:
Authoritative figures who abuse their power and think they can shit on the “little people”.
Hugging and ass-kissing
Clowns (they need to be punched!)

[IronWill]

Name: Erica "Eri" Evans
Age: 21

Personality: Eri is a friendly yet lonely person, as she was the only child in her family she is used to do things alone, this may her look like a cold and solitary person but once people start to know her they realize the good friend she can be.

Inventory: At the moment she is wearing a black tanktop, leather gloves, olive pants, and black leather boots. She also wears a combat belt where she has attached her weapons

Kukri

Good for cutting wood, flesh, bone and anything that comes in your way. Eri's main weapon Yep thats MY kukri.

Muela knife

Small and of good quality as all Muela knives. Yup I have one of those too

Revolver caliber35

Eri prefers not to use it as she is not good with it. She has 18 bullets

Combat Bag

Inside it she carries 3 bottles of weater and 4 cans of corned beef. A 7 meters long rope. A sleeping roll. Another pair of boots, a t-shirt, pants and a jacket. A torchlight. Iron nails

Back story: She has not talked much about what she used to do before everything went to hell. Everything the others know is that she was studying architecture at the local university. At first the other hunters though she was in the army due to all her inventory, she later explained it belinged to a friend from the army who died when all the chaos started.

Skills: -Melee skills: Eri is good with melee weapons, she trained in the local tennis club for 7 years where she got not also strong arms but also strong legs. She learnt to play with both hands so now she can fight with her two nelee weapons at the same time.
-Building: Eri's passion, when it comes to build some kind of structure to pass the night or whatever you need then Eri is a good choice

[PKRaptor]

Gene Serrellin

Appearance: 5'10" 172 lbs, brown eyes, brown hair. Scars on left arm from wrist to shoulder from explosion/shrapnel. Four tattoos. One on right side of neck, three triangles overlapping Venn diagram style. One on his heart that says Mercy in a bold font. One on his left bicep for his brother who was killed in war,and one under that for his best friend who was also killed in the same war a year later. Both are a solid red strip the entire way around with their names in black. Very simple and clean. Has hard eyes despite his slight baby face. Shaves regularly. Hair is shaved on the sides and pulled back into a short tie. Usually wears a biometric scanning full body suit with light armor covered by a long set of deep red robes, almost like a duster. The robes are a carbon fiber Kevlar weave, providing armor. Also wears a black helmet with pretty cutting edge scanning tech including a HUD, comms, and life support readings. A large hand cannon sits in the holster on his right hip, and an equally large knife rests in an upside down sheathe on his chest. Carries reserve rounds in pouches on his armor and in robes.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Personality: Mostly a morally right person, but isn't afraid to bend or break laws for what he views as just and right. Loyal to his friends, if slow to make them. He is a natural leader, but prefers to let others step up so he can still be there if they falter.

Backstory: Served in the war shortly before the end of the world. Saw a lot of shit. Most of it bad. Deaths of people he knew, cared about, and loved. Killed too many who had their own people back home.

Special Talents: Excellent shot with his hand cannon, also decent at hand to hand and knife combat. Can cook (not well, but nobody complains about the taste when they're starving), has adept survival skills, leadership skills. His ability is Blink, a short range teleport. He can take up to two other people with when he Blinks.

Inventory: Just his gun, knife, and a journal he writes in whenever he gets a chance. It is thick and somewhat worn out.

Likes: 70s and 80s music. Chinese food. Dogs. Sleeping the whole night. Dry socks. The smell of lavender.

Dislikes: War. Killing. Losing people. Other things he witnessed. Not knowing the whole picture. Useless people.

[Shmektheshmuck]

Jason Reading

Name: Jason Reading
Appearance: this minus the tattoos

Age: 28

Gender: male

Personality: he's really a chaotic neutral, he doesn't care wether you're a mutant, human or robot, you're either an enemy or a friend. He's very protective of his friends and family, and if you betray him... let's just say you won't be seeing any more mutants.

Backstory: he doesn't remember his past... whenever someone asks he'd just make something up.

Special Talents:
"axe play"
Cooking
Electrokinesis

Inventory: most things seen in the image minus all the carabiners and plus a handgun and bag.

Likes: food, that's about it...

Dislikes:
bad smells
Unhelpful people
"Good guys"