[OOC] S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Critical Mass

[TheMadAsshatter]

On the 23rd of April 1986, the No. 4 reactor of the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant violently exploded, sending hundreds of tons of radioactive material into the surrounding area. The nearby city of Pripyat is evacuated, and a 30 kilometer zone of exclusion is established. The only people allowed to enter the zone are so-called "liquidators," officials in charge of cleaning up the area and covering the gaping hole over the exposed reactor core. Hundreds of people die in the process to contain the center of the disaster, but eventually a massive concrete structure known as the sarcophagus is finished. It effectively seals off the reactor core and prevents any more radiation for leaking out, and the zone remains like this for two decades.

The quiet, empty land was violently shaken in 2006, when an impossibly bright light, seemingly originating from above the plant, illuminated the land for kilometers around. After several minutes the light disappears as quickly as it came, and those who observed the phenomenon are left without an explanation. A few days later the sky lights up again, only this time it is accompanied by a violent earthquake that shakes the entirety of the zone. A wave of energy emanates from the plant, killing practically everything within the zone which isn't in sufficient cover. Simultaneously, the landscape all across the zone becomes nearly unrecognizable, as land formations suddenly spring out from the earth, creating strange and unfamiliar landmarks. The zone's boundary is extended by 5 kilometers, and scientists all around the world flock to determine what happened. Few of them return, and those who do tell of a world which is practically alien compared to our own. Local flora and fauna are hideously mutated, invisible dangers are scattered all over the place, and strange objects called artifacts, said to possess powers beyond explanation, can be found in certain places.

Over the next several years, waves of people from all walks of life come to the zone. Some come to escape real life, some come in search of riches, some come to take advantage of the zone's lawless nature, and some come in search of the fabled wish granter. These people are called stalkers, and each one has their own reasons for coming to the zone. The zone represents not only great danger, but great opportunity. It is a new frontier to be explored and discovered by those who dare to brave it's hostile and unnatural environment.

This remained the status quo in the zone for years, but over time subtle changes began to reshape the zone. Stalkers began to notice emissions becoming more frequent and drawn out, reports of horrifying new mutants began to circulate throughout the stalker community, and new anomalies materialized all across the zone. Scientists within the zone scramble to figure out what is happening, even as the zone's borders continue to grow and grow.

8 April 2018 - Present Day: The zone's radius is estimated at 60 kilometers, giving it an area of over 10,000 square kilometers. The population of the zone reaches well over 2000, and continues to grow. Factions have come and gone, stalker camps have changed locations, and very few stalkers from the original waves are either alive or still within the zone's borders. Even to those who are, the zone is a whole new world, one that is constantly changing and growing. New legends have circulated throughout the stalker community about mutants, anomalies, and artifacts the likes of which have never been seen before. Some parts of the zone have become uninhabitable due to freak changes in anomalous activity, while areas previously deemed too hazardous to traverse are teeming with veteran stalkers eager to explore the newlands.

More people are signing on with Duty as the border of the zone comes closer and closer to Ukraine's capital city, Kiev, reinforcing the idea that the zone may one day swallow the entire globe. Freedom still exists, but their numbers are dwindling, and their mentality is shifting, since even they can't ignore the threat the zone poses to the outside world. The two factions have been in a cease fire for over a year, and talks are circulating about a possible alliance, combining certain aspects of both factions. Monolith has mysteriously faded into the realm of memory, and almost every mercenary squad has evacuated the zone, fearing the new dangers spawning into the ever-expanding zone. The former has been replaced by the Marauders who, as the name implies, attack any other stalkers without provocation or reason as far as anyone else knows. As a direct result of the emergence of the Marauders, a small group of highly skilled and experienced stalkers from every faction, calling themselves Sentinels, banded together in an effort to learn more about the Marauders and defend other stalkers from them.

Though the details in the zone change, the basics remain the same. Anything that isn't human will try to kill you, even some fellow humans will try to kill you, and there are no rules. Every stalker has a thirteen percent chance of dying on day one. The average life expectancy in the zone is a month. Exceed six months in the zone, and you're either incredibly skilled, incredibly smart, incredibly lucky, or all of the above. Every decision you make in the zone will have an effect, and every action has it's consequences. One move can mean the difference between life and death.

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Before anyone continues reading, I would like to have a committed player base, that means no flakes. For anyone who is familiar with the stalker universe, this roleplay should be fairly straightforward to you, with some tweakage. Like I said in the above few paragraphs, the zone is in a state of flux, and things are changing. Most things in the original stalker games will be included, some have been removed, and several things have been added to it. I've already thought through a basic synopsis which I will be developing as the RP progresses, and I already have a decent idea about how it will end. Bear in mind, this RP does have a fairly linear progression of events. There will be room for side bits, but there is an ultimate goal in mind. In addition, it is highly likely that characters will start dying off near the end, and I don't just mean NPCs, though they'll be going in fucking droves by the time we reach the eleventh hour.

For those of you who are unfamiliar, I will do my best to reveal information to you as time progresses, and I'll try to get the players who are more familiar with the Stalker games to help with that. As of right now, I will tell you a few bits of information about Stalker which may help you make your character. First of all, pretty much every stalker goes by an alias. Not all of them, but most. Second, women are pretty uncommon in the zone, and out of the handful that are in the zone most are noncombatants. Female characters are not unwelcome, just know that yours will be setting a precedent, unless you conceal your gender. Finally, once the RP gets started, as long as you stick to the main group of players, you should be okay.

Regarding characters, basic shit applies, meaning NO GODMODDING, NO OP CHARACTERS, NO MARY SUES OR MICHAEL STEWS, ETC. As long as you follow a few restrictions I will put in place for the sake of the storyline and you follow the basic guidelines your character should be alright. Your character must be a fairly experienced stalker, which is why I recommend no one really signs on for this unless they have played any of the Stalker games (for those who haven't, you can download and play a standalone mod for Shadow of Chernobyl called Lost Alpha from ModDB), and for this reason, if you haven't played it but want to join the RP anyways, I would like to call on my fellow stalkers to help me out in teaching you rookies.

Now, the part you all have been waiting for (I hope), the Character Sheets.

CS Format

Name: (Yep.)

Alias: (Recommended, but not required.)

Nationality: (Yep.)

Age: (Like I said, 16 to 50.)

Gender: (Yep.)

Physique/Appearance/Clothing: (Picture or realistic art for an image, please. Physical description as well.)

Spoken Languages: (Yeah, this is a thing. Stalkers come from all over the place, and it's reasonable to assume they all can speak many different languages. Being the two most common languages in the zone, every character must know either English or Russian.)

Faction: (You may have ties with a faction, or be a former member of a certain faction, but every character must be a neutral stalker currently. If your character has ties with a faction, please state them here. I will only allow your character to have ties with/be a previous member of Mercenaries, Freedom, Duty, Scientists, Clear Sky, Bandits, or Sentinels.)

Personality: (I will let you decide whether you want to tell us your character's personality or not. As long as you yourself have a solid grasp on how your character behaves, you may chose not to fill this part out.)

History: (Same as the above.)

Reputation: (This is required and will make up for the last two parts. Almost every stalker who has been in the zone for a while has a reputation, and different people will see them differently depending on their reputation.)

Weapons/Ammo: (Be smart about this. Some ammo is more readily available than others. If you bring a .454 Casull, expect to be using it as a fancy paperweight a lot.)

Gear: (Backpack, medical supplies, etc. goes here.)

Skills/Abilities: (Anything that your character can do better than the average stalker. List 8 + description of each.)

Weaknesses: (Anything that puts your character at a disadvantage compared to other stalkers. List 4 + description of each.)

Note: I will make exceptions if you PM me with a good reason to give you one, but it must be a good reason.

Here is an example CS which I will also be using for my own character.

Example CS

Name: Jacob Taylor

Alias: Nomad

Nationality: English

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Physique/Appearance/Clothing:



Nomad isn't very big, standing at 5'9" and weighing only about 67 kilograms. His hair is light brown, and pretty long for a stalker, while his eyes are a faded green. You can tell he's not the strongest guy around, but his muscles are well toned at least. His clothing is somewhat... non-traditional for most stalkers. He wears a green woodland Battle Dress Uniform with a similarly colored shemagh over a black shirt, but his pants are a pair of thin dark blue jeans, and in place of the usual pair of combat boots he wears converse instead. He also generally wears black fingerless gloves, a watch on his left arm, and a black and red string around his right. He is sometimes jokingly referred to as the punk of the zone.

Spoken Languages: English (fluent); French (functioning); Russian (basic knowledge)

Faction: Loner. Former Freedom with ties to them and the Sentinels.

Reputation: Nomad is known for being, well, a nomad. Though he used to be in Freedom, it was mostly a gimmick title they gave him because they were low on men. Still, he does, at least somewhat, adhere to Freedom's ideals, in that he believes the zone should be open to those who wish to come, though lately, with the zone taking the strange turns that it has, his ideals have been shifting a bit. He still sees the zone as a wonder to the world which holds the key to solving many of humanity's problems, but he also recognizes that it's expansion, if gone unchecked, will put several people who want nothing to do with the zone at risk, thus he has left Freedom, though he keeps in contact.

Aside from his loyalties and ideals, he is known for helping stalkers in need and hunting people who give others a hard time, and a lot of people hold him in high regard for that. He has never failed to ask a passerby if they need an extra can of food, or a bandage, or something like that, and he has been known to give stalkers who are shot within inches of their lives that one bandage that stops them from bleeding out. He's a giver to those who need or deserve it, and a taker for those who themselves take. He's one of those people who are more likely to fight for a friend than for himself, and while that all sounds a little too idyllic, he does what he does, and he does it well. The only problem is that he's generally quiet and doesn't form very personal relationships easily.

There's only one person which he is known to maintain permanent contact with, and that's the person who came to the zone with him. No one really knows who he is, aside from the staff at the Sentinel haven in Petrovsk, a small factory complex that became relatively safe to traverse after one of the longer emissions.

Weapons/Ammo:
-AK-107 w/PSO-1 scope (210 x 5.45x39mm rounds)
-OTs-33 Pernach (150 x 9x18mm rounds)
-Wakizashi Short Sword

Gear:
Backpack:

• 3 bottles of water


• 3 energy drinks


• 1 bottle of vodka


• 3 cans of food


• 3 loaves of stale bread


• 2 medkits


• 5 bandages


• 1 morphine auto-injector


• 1 small gun cleaning/repair kit


• 1 sleeping bag

On person:

• PDA


• Headlamp


• Several Bolts


• Gas Mask


• Geiger Counter

Skills/Abilities:
Philanthropist - Nomad is widely known for being one of the nicest stalkers you'll ever meet, considering you get a conversation out of him.

Tactician - Nomad, having been engaged in many firefights, has learned the ins and outs of combat, giving him an edge in gunfights.

Perceptive - Nomad has always had a talent for picking up on things others might miss, and this can allow him to tell when something bad is about to happen.

Kalashnikov's Unrelated Son - Nomad knows every AK-type rifle inside and out, and can easily diagnose and fix mechanical/maintenance issues if he has the right tools.

Quasi-Ninja - Nomad is a regular practitioner of parkour, making him good at navigating abnormal terrain quickly.

Seasoned Shooter - Nomad's aim with most firearms is not exceptional, but it's above par compared to a lot of stalkers.

The Twitch - As some stalkers do, Nomad has developed a twitch which can alert him to an imminent emission.

Mental Map - Nomad is great at direction finding and navigation, and is often employed as a guide.

Weaknesses:
True Loner - Nomad rarely works in groups, making him somewhat enigmatic given his philanthropic nature. If not for his combat skill, he may have been dead a long time ago.

Troubled Past - Nomad's past is unknown to everyone except him and exactly one other stalker, and he will avoid the subject whenever it comes up. At least one stalker has taken note of a time in which Nomad seemed to exhibit the "thousand-yard stare," suggesting that he may suffer from PTSD.

Mutant Bait - Nomad has always had more fear of mutants than anything else in the zone. He can deal with the common ones easily enough, but some of the less common mutants freak him out. Bloodsuckers specifically scare the shit out of him, not to mention any number of mutants he has yet to see for himself.

Anomaly fodder - Nomad has never been artifact hunting, thus he never really learned how to navigate anomaly fields. He can avoid a lone anomaly easy enough, but an anomaly field or cluster would present a challenge to him.

If anyone has any further questions, go ahead and ask. I'll start the IC part as soon as everyone who responded to my interest Check makes their character, and maybe even wait for a couple of newcomers to show up. Until then, good hunting stalkers.

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RP Information:

Map

Locations

Cordon: With the expansion of the zone, the border has had to move several times. It is currently approximately 60 kilometers from the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant, and is in many ways the same as every cordon before it. It is constantly guarded by the military, who will usually shoot stalkers on sight without a second thought, though some can be bargained with. Every stalker has to have come through here at some point, and it is largely referred to as "the zone's antechamber." Mutant activity is minimal, and it's unlikely you'll find anything more dangerous than blind dogs here.

Lowlands: For being close to the cordon, the area has a fairly large amount of anomalies, making it both a gift and a curse for stalkers. The military largely avoids the area, making it an ideal spot for Komarovo, which rests roughly in the middle of the Lowlands. Due to it's proximity to the cordon, and the military's reluctance to patrol it, getting weapons in and artifacts out through various methods is fairly easy in this part of the zone, making it arguably the most popular trading camp in the zone.

Nowhere Land: To be more specific, this area is in the ass-end of nowhere. The official border extends beyond this area, but anomalous activity and the mutant population are minimal in this corner of the zone, earning it the title of being the most boring place beyond the cordon. There's no camps in the area, but it is a popular spot for stashing away supplies and such, but as far as looking for anything that makes the zone the zone, you'd be hard pressed to find anything like that here.

Plains: The new cordon is treated more like a DMZ than any of the others, meaning that rookies have had to move farther into the zone to avoid military intrusion. The Plains are where they decided to settle down. The Plains is really a massive area, covering almost a hundred square kilometers of mostly open grassland dotted with old dilapidated farmhouses, almost all of which are occupied by stalkers. Mutants here are a little more dangerous, with the worst known mutant being pseudodogs, though they're somewhat rare here. Bandits tend to harass rookies in this part of the zone as well, which doesn't make it the safest of places, but every rookie gets their start here, and most of them stay for at least a week until moving on, either that or they move to Petrovsk.

Old Cordon: This is the area that was considered the cordon long before the zone began it's expansion. Several stalkers set up camps in this area, and by the time a rookie has made it this far, they're generally no longer considered rookies. The mutant concentration in this area is about the same as in The Plains, with the addition of the odd zombie here and there. This area is largely used as a metric to determine the "normal" rate of anomalous activity, since it contains a moderate number of the most common anomalies.

The Bridge: This area can be extremely safe, or extremely dangerous to cross. The Bridge is nothing more than a small canyon connecting the Old Cordon with Haven, making it not inherently dangerous by those terms alone, but it is a wildcard when it comes to anomalous activity. Every time an emission happens, The Bridge can undergo a massive change in the number of anomalies, from concentrations of absolutely none to being so saturated that it is literally impossible to cross. Mutants recognize this and avoid the area completely, and so do some stalkers. It's generally good practice to use one's PDA to ask the Sentinels if The Bridge is safe to cross, though they don't always stay up to date on it's status and can't always give an accurate answer.

Haven: Haven is an area controlled by the Sentinels, and regarded by many as being one of the safest places in the zone as a result. The Sentinels let pretty much everyone, with the exception of Bandits, Mercs, Military, and Marauders come through the area, and they make a point of keeping the place clear of mutants. On the Northwestern corner of this area lies Petrovsk; home to the Sentinels and several other stalkers. It is arguably the most heavily defended and safest place to stay a night in the zone, and it's proximity to the Cordon makes it particularly attractive to some newer stalkers.

The Great Swamps: Since Clear Sky's dissolution and later reformation in Yantar, the bandits in the area have pretty much taken control of the territory and use it as one of their largest bases of operation. Most stalkers avoid the area for that reason alone, though it's not the only reason to be avoided. The moist environment, combined with the many ponds of stagnant water, makes radiation an ever present hazard, not to mention the occasional pile of rubbish lying around. This is somewhat counterbalanced by the fact that anomaly concentrations are low, though mutants can be found in similar numbers compared to the Old Cordon.

Darkscape: Though the name may sound foreboding, the area is not inherently very dangerous. While anomalous activity is roughly average, mutant concentrations are actually quite low, though rumors may occasionally circulate about some mine-dwelling mutant. Given the network of mining tunnels underneath a plateau that pushes through the middle of it, this is to be expected somewhat. Other than that, the area isn't used for much more than vehicular travel from the Old Cordon to the Dark Valley, and since there are very few working vehicles in the zone, it is hardly ever traversed.

The Garbage: The garbage is where the Soviets dumped all of the radioactive machinery contaminated in the 1986 disaster, including vehicles and machinery contaminated in trying to contain the disaster. This makes radiation a bit of an issue in this area, though the road leading through the middle of it is generally safe to traverse. Roughly in the middle of the area, there is a train house which has passed hands several times and is currently under Freedom control. It used to be in one piece, but in an incident involving bandits, vodka, and an RPG, the Northeastern corner of the building pretty much completely collapsed, exposing the inside to the elements, and rendering the building unsafe for shelter from an emission. Anomalous activity is slightly above average in this area, and mutant activity is roughly moderate.

Dark Valley: With Rostok having recently been abandoned due to increasing anomalous activity, Barkeep has moved his operation to the complex at the Northern end of the Dark Valley, thus the Northern part of the Dark Valley is fairly safe. Unfortunately, the Dark Valley itself is home to some of the more exotic mutants, all of which are more dangerous than your run of the mill boar or dog packs. Several different mutants, from bloodsuckers to fractures to zombies can be found here, making travel to the Southern part of Dark Valley inadvisable at best.

Agroprom: This area used to be a popular camp for stalkers, but the zone had different plans for it. The entire area is dotted with anomalies, making travel nearly impossible without someone who is really good at navigating anomaly fields. Due to the increase in anomalous activity, several buildings which may once have existed have now sustained heavy structural damage, or even been destroyed. Some say the underground facility has been untouched, though a rumor has recently circulated of a mutant unlike any other in the zone living in the underground facility.

Rocky Pass: With much of Rostok being overrun with anomalies, stalkers had to find a new way to get to the deeper parts of the zone, and where Rostok closed down, Rocky Pass opened up. It is in many ways the same as The Bridge, only it is somewhat more consistent in terms of anomalous activity. It's sole purpose is to act as a gateway between The Garbage and Yantar, and it's generally relatively safe to traverse, though some stalkers say they get an intense sense of paranoia going through this area, as though they are being watched.

Yantar: Yantar is a wide open area sitting at the bottom of a dried lakebed. There are some buildings dotting the outskirts of the roughly bowl-shaped depression, though one building, the scientists' bunker, lies in the middle of the lake, surrounded on all sides by a large chain link fence with razor wire lining the top. There are a few smaller buildings which serve as living quarters for some of the military guards and whatever stalkers may be assisting the scientists. There is also a military installation in the Northwest corner of the area, and while the military won't shoot you on sight, they'll definitely not be in a talking mood. Yantar is home to moderate anomalous activity and is populated by plenty of zombies, and snorks can occasionally be found as well.

Rostok: With The Zone fluctuating how it is, several areas which once were populated are now abandoned due to a sudden increase in anomalous activity. Rostok is currently the most infamous example. On September 12, 2017, one of the longer emissions gave birth to literally hundreds of anomalies around the 100 Rads and the surrounding area. A few stalkers were killed instantly as anomalies formed right where they stood. Some became trapped in buildings where anomalies had formed at the only exit, and many others perished trying to navigate out of the area. Of course, there were survivors, the 100 Rads' Barkeep among them. He, along with about 30 other stalkers, equaling roughly 1/3rd of Rostok's population, moved as one to the Dark Valley to form a new camp. Travel through Rostok is currently inadvisable.

Novy Rostok: Although Barkeep and several neutral stalkers relocated to Dark Valley, Duty decided to go their own way and formed Novy Rostok (literally: New Rostok). They currently use it as their new base of operations and control a large portion of the area, which is itself an old town which used to spawn a fair amount of anomalous formations. Fortunately, much of the anomalous activity in Novy Rostok has dissipated, and with Duty occupying the area, mutants are hardly a problem.

The Great Valley: Aside from the geography of the area, little is known about The Great Valley. Several stalkers who have been there claim that it is home to several strange anomalies and highly dangerous mutants. This area is only ever traversed by the very skilled, or the very lucky, and it is not unheard of for a stalker to disappear without a trace in this area. There is a single road that runs directly from the Dark Valley to Countryside, and as the saying goes "Don't stray."

Countryside: Though it is deeper into the zone than The Great Valley, Countryside is known to be somewhat more tame. Anomalies are plentiful, and several of the more exotic mutants can be spotted here, but they are kept in check somewhat by the Sentinels from the outpost by the lake. Everyone calls it Port because, well, it used to be a small port, and it is kept by a detachment of some of the more experienced Sentinels. The only bad thing is that it's in the far Northeast corner of the area, making it a hike no matter how you cut it. There is one landmark that is often visited by stalkers, and that is the now inactive Bloodclaw anomaly, which used to be a cluster of powerful gravitational anomalies which bent the Earth around it such that it looks like a collection of claws. Of course, while it was still active, several stalkers died trying to find artifacts in it's center, hence where the blood smeared on the claw formations comes from.

Badlands: The Badlands is an area that has been dried out due to anomalous atmospheric conditions. Rain hasn't fallen here in almost three years, and much of the atmospheric water has also disappeared in this area, making it generally uncomfortable for stalkers to travel through. It is suspected to be where the Marauders reside, though this has never been confirmed. Aside from them, there have been sightings of unknown mutants, and rumor has it there is a pseudogiant lair within the Badlands. The terrain itself is generally hilly and featureless, making it very dull and un-noteworthy, and anomalous activity is surprisingly low, though scientists theorize the whole place is a massive anomaly which prevents moisture from accumulating.

Limansk: Limansk is the second largest abandoned town in the zone, right behind Pripyat. Limansk is a town shrouded in mystery, with an uncharacteristically low mutant and anomaly count, but nonetheless feared by many stalkers who have been in or near it. Everyone who has been there says that despite the relatively harmless facade of there being few mutants or anomalies, there is something bad about the town. None have seen anything definitive, but everyone reports having a feeling of intense paranoia, coupled with an overall oppressive atmosphere. Some curious stalkers have ventured into the town only to turn up dead some days later, though the cause of their death can never be determined with conviction. Scientists theorize that the cause of this could be related to psy-fields, but many experienced stalkers discount that, saying that the feeling is profoundly different.

Army Warehouses: Once used by Freedom as their HQ, this outpost met a similar fate as Rostok, though on a somewhat smaller scale. A far larger percentage of stalkers survived the sudden conversion from relatively-safe-and-anomaly-free to saturated-by-anomalies, though the Freedom base, and the enire surrounding area, was considered unsafe for travel, much less habitation. The Freedomers were forced to relocate to the Garbage, leaving the Army Warehouses unattended. Some stalkers have navigated the vast anomaly fields and discovered caches of equipment left behind by Freedom, but only the most foolhardy of stalkers try to go there just to get a shiny new gun.

Red Forest: The Red Forest is a vast area considered by many stalkers to be the most dangerous place to traverse. For anyone trying to get to Pripyat, or one of the rumored areas surrounding it, traversing this mutant-infested landscape is mandatory. Yeah, mutants are fucking everywhere in here, thus it is common practice for stalkers to either move in large groups, or move in midday, when many mutants are inactive. Either way, no stalker comes through here without carrying a small ammunition dump with them. There is, however, a diamond in the rough. The complex which used to operate the massive DUGA-3 radar has been re-purposed as a small camp, just a kilometer or so away from Limansk. It's small, and it comes under mutant attack often, but the stalkers there can hold their own.

The Tempest: Visible for several kilometers around, The Tempest is essentially a massive and ever-present storm system which is thought to be sustained by anomalous atmospheric conditions. It has the intensity of a fully mature supercell, constantly producing torrential rain, intense lightning, winds in excess of 100 kilometers per hour, hail, and even tornadoes. Fortunately, the shitty weather keeps mutants away from this particular area, though anomalies are far from uncommon. This area is largely unexplored, and many stalkers don't see a reason for it to be explored, though others argue that something important, something which could help solve the mystery surrounding the zone, is buried in here somewhere.

Pripyat: Before the first disaster, tens of thousands of people lived here. Within the timespan of a few hours, the city became completely abandoned, save for those working to contain ground zero. Nowadays it is explored by the most experienced of stalkers in the hopes of finding troves of artifacts, and it is generally known for being one of the most popular spots for finding these items. Unfortunately, since artifacts are spawned from anomalies, naturally there are a lot of them in Pripyat, as are there many mutants. There is a small camp known as The Gate nestled just on the fringes of Pripyat, which is considered the last stop to the center of the zone.

Paradise: A place which is only rumored to exist somewhere just beyond Pripyat. Some of the rumors differ, but some details remain the same. It is an area nestled comfortably between Pripyat and the lake, said to be completely absent of mutants or anomalies. A large open field, with a lone tree standing on top of a hill. Some say that it's all an elaborate joke made up by a group of stalkers. Others have formulated theories behind the possibilities of such a place existing. A largely accepted theory is that Paradise is a pocket universe caused by a space bubble anomaly.

Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant (CNPP): The Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant was once one of the largest and most powerful nuclear plants in the world before the 1986 disaster. Now it is considered the heart of the zone, and only a tiny fraction of stalkers have ever entered the plant and come out alive. Outside of the plant you can expect anomalies of every type scattered all around the area, though mutants are only found in certain areas. The inside of the plant is more or less empty, though many parts of it are flooded with radiation, making extensive radiation shielding a must. Beyond that, the interior is an extensively unsettling place which many stalkers consider a sort of "hallowed ground." One stalker who has been there says he has heard voices echoing through the halls, or maybe through his head.

The Darklands: This is the true frontier of the zone. The Darklands is so called because it has never been explored and nothing is known about it, aside from the fact that it is geographically very similar to the plains with some swampland towards the Northeast. There is a sort of primal fear that emanates from this place that no stalker has yet been able to explain, but it so far has kept stalkers from trying to breach it's borders. Everyone suspects something important must lie within The Darklands somewhere, but no one knows what. Some say that the CNPP is a ruse by the zone, and that somewhere in The Darklands lies the true heart of the zone.

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Accepted Characters:
-Aynur 'Sister' Serikov
-Jacob 'Nomad' Taylor
-Porfiry 'Smoke' Istomin
-Rickard 'Camera Guy' Kelber
-Tiberius 'Borka' Thomassen

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Smoke

Name: Porfiry Semyonovich Istomin

Alias: Smoke

Nationality: Ukrainian

Age: 46

Gender: Male

Physique/Appearance/Clothing: Porfiry is a thin, lanky and wiry man of average height with a head that looks like a pear put upside down. His brown hair is mostly balding, the canyon of recession going through his hair somewhat hidden by the unkemptness of his hair and some defiant tufts still clinging to his scalp above his slightly wrinkled forehead. His hair also has streaks of grey going through it, which was one of the reasons for his alias. The recession has made his large forehead look even larger, and this, combined with his shrunken cheeks and eyes-wide-open expression, has given him a mad scientist look. His clothing consists of a grey militarized radiation suit based off the GK-2 drysuit of Soviet make with integrated padding in form of quilts to give protection from gunfire gifted to him by Ecologists.

Spoken Languages: Porfiry can speak Russian and Ukrainian to an expert degree and has a fair grasp of English.

Faction: Porfiry, while technically a Loner, has very close ties with Ecologists thanks to having worked under contract for their expeditions and the fact he has befriended many thanks to his above-average knowledge of matters ordinary stalkers wouldn't know much about such as philosophy and music. He is also liked somewhat by stalkers of Freedom thanks to the fact that he solved a conflict between a Duty squad serving as escort to Ecologist field scientists and a bunch of Freedom members caught unaware.

Personality: Porfiry is quite an interesting character with an ever-changing, unstable demeanor - it's hard to predict how he'll react to a situation, being as forgiving as Jesus in one minute and then going medieval in the next. This is not to say that he's crazy or distracting, however, as he has the self control to keep his opinions to himself. Still, he can be easily prejudiced, and his opinions about people stay the way the moment he gets them indefinitely, so he can be incredibly grudgeful or be ridiculously pissed off at a passing gesture that happened weeks ago. Nonetheless, his actions are guided by reason compared to anything else and he knows how to keep his emotions in check, nearly unable to act out of impulse (though when he does, expect shit to hit the fan). All in all, he's quite a nice fellow to have around, and a reliable one too, so long as he's treated nicely.

History: Porfiry was born to a rather wealthy family, with his parents both in the filming industry. Being the younger one of two brothers, Porfiry was quite introverted thanks to an overbearing mother, a somewhat high intelligence and his rather shy demeanor. Suffering from constant insulting and beating by his brother and his inability to find good friends in school thanks to putting things bluntly in a way that usually ended up insulting people, Porfiry soon grew to be a bitter sociopath in the making, spending most of his time reading. This life went on for quite a while and Porfiry soon ended up becoming an unemployed, quiet man whose presence was barely known by anyone else than his family and the readers of a magazine that he wrote essays to on an irregular basis. His writings eventually reached the members of an University and he was hired as a teacher, though he soon quit the position thanks to his lack of confidence and condescending behavior towards most of the students causing complaints.

His life changed after a rather absurd action taken by him, in that he murdered his brother with a hammer for no discernible reason but past grudges. After the murder, he wrote one last essay on his opinions about evil and nature of man, and packed up to move to the newly-created Zone to escape authorities, fearing jail. Most of his days in the Cordon were no different than most of his days in his home, except that most of the conditions were much worse. After spending days listening to other Loners' stories (most of them outright lies or exaggerated experiences) and eating canned food, he eventually gathered the mental courage to travel from the Cordon. Following a group of cocky stalkers, he ended up being the sole survivor in a Mexican standoff that occurred in the group after an argument on sharing loot by simply hiding and not taking part in the seconds-long shootout. Realizing that he was the only one of the group to live, Porfiry took all things of use and value and kept walking on solo to Rostok, somehow surviving the journey. There he befriended the more experienced stalkers thanks to his reasonable attitude (and being able to shut up Smartass by defeating him in an argument), and after exchanging the wares he got from the dead loners for vital equipment, he ended up being part of a Duty relief mission to Yantar (mostly thanks to the leader of the squad, who seemed to enjoy Porfiry's company).

Unfortunately, during the rather perilous journey, the squad leader was killed by stray gunfire from zombified stalkers, and Porfiry was left alone with military wannabes. Conflict erupted quickly after Porfiry stoopped the Duty members from starting a shootout with Mercenaries. He soon parted ways with them near Yantar when one of them nearly shot him for his comment on their pretentiousness. This filled him with emnity against most Dutyers, with outright hostility prevented only by the fact that the more experienced Dutyers wouldn't take it kindly if he were killed. He settled down at Yantar, working for the Ecologists as protection. The Ecologists eventually took him as one of their own thanks to his friendly demeanor and knowledge of more intellectual matters, and the fact that he saved a wounded scientist from a Blowout by carrying him to the Mobile Base. However, after a fruitless expedition in which the group came upon a bunch of Freedom members and Porfiry kept the trigger-happy Dutyers from mowing them down, he was advised by the Ecologists to cut off contact as new Duty members were getting nervous about him. Understanding their point, he agreed, and his profitable relationship with the Ecologists ended. Since then, he's been spending most of his time doing absolutely nothing, which is probably why he's been alive for so long in the Zone.

Reputation: Porfiry is well-respected amongst most of the factions' experienced members thanks to his demeanor, and these connections have kept him from getting killed by human factors in the Zone. The only exception to this is amongst the Freedom high command, where he's suspected to be a Duty spy after learning that the Duty high command had ordered their stalkers to not harm him. Instead, it's the lower ranking members of Freedom that respect Porfiry. Overall, it can be said that either people like Porfiry immensely or dislike him heavily. Unfortunately for Porfiry, the changing Zone has claimed many of the old-timers, and he has lost most of his friends. Most of the replacements have been cocky people whom Porfiry is at odds with, and this means that he doesn't have much connections left.

Weapons/Ammo: Porfiry is armed with a SVU-A rifle, loaded with 20 round magazines. However, the rifle lacks a scope. His backup weapon is a standard Browning Hi-Power pistol. He also has a combat knife holstered on his right shoulder. His magazines are kept in a chest rig.

Gear: Aside from the essentials such as a PDA, a flashlight and an anomaly detector, Porfiry's backpack is mostly filled with canned meat and beans. Alongside the food, he has a few regular-issue medkits in it. The remaining space is filled by two ammo boxes of 7.62x54. He also has a few bottles of water in the bag. He does not carry a sleeping bag, finding the interior of his suit cozy enough.

Skills/Abilities:
-Incredibly patient. His suit's waterproof properties help too.
-Despite his bulky suit, he runs quite fast.
-When he manages to get a bead, it's often a killing shot.
-Can stay awake for disturbingly long.
-Has extensive theoretical knowledge of the Zone.
-Smart and level headed. Was technically a professor once.
-Has some connections left amongst the factions.
-Is immensely reliable once you get on his good side.

Weaknesses:
-Most of the new stalkers hate him thanks to his condescendinghonest attitude.
-If he loses his shit, it's hard to get him back to his senses.
-Holds grudges for an incredibly long time.
-Takes him a while to get a bead on a target. Not the best reaction shooter.

[Gephfryee]

Name: Tiberius Kristoffer Thomassen

Alias: Bôrka

Nationality: Norwegian

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Tiberius is a somewhat larger fellow, standing at 6' 1'' and weighing around 185lbs. He has pale blonde, nearly white, hair, which he keeps trimmed in the style of the Russian infantry. His eyes are a pale blue, with a scar running across one from a nasty accident some time ago. He's not the most physically impressive of people, but is strong enough to hold his own in a fist fight, and is very sure of feet. He wears a black camo Beril-5m, along with cargo pants and leather gloves to match, as well as a somewhat old pair of hiking boots. He keeps a pocketwatch on his person at all times.

Spoken Languages: Norwegian(fluent), Ukrainian and Russian(functional), English(conversational)

Faction: Loner, former Duty with no ties.

Reputation: Not known for anything flattering, he's generally disliked by most other S.T.A.L.K.E.R.s that he encounters. He spent his first few years in the Zone as a Duty sniper, but had a bit of a falling out with them, so he isn't exactly welcome in Rostok anymore. Since he's ex-Duty, Freedom isn't too fond of him, and he's notorious for indiscriminately killing mercs, the military, and bandits, to the point of which some hunt him for posted bounties. Beyond that, he avoids contact with most factions when possible, and is anything if not jumpy when he has to interact with them.

Generally reclusive, he doesn't leave his secret hideout very often unless people are coming near it, or he needs money, food, or ammunition. Having been trained as a sniper, and that being his profession for about a decade now, he thinks himself quite good at it. However, this means that he's a rank amateur when it comes to close quarters fights. He can throw some punches and take a few hits, but if he can avoid fighting you from less than five hundred meters away, he will. Unfortunately for most, if you anger Tiberius, or for that matter, even get close to him without his approaching you first, you'll likely get your brains splattered across the nearest tree. He's an indiscriminate killer concerned only with money and survival.

He's been known to take missions from time to time when his belt starts getting a little too lose around his waist. He prefers assassination missions, and is quite good at them, though he isn't opposed to fighting mutants. Strangely, he has an irrational fear of Snorks and Bloodsuckers, though no one knows why, and asking him about it is a good way to get him to walk off and go home.

Personality: An extremely reclusive person, even as a child he tended to avoid going anywhere near other people and kept to himself. Nowadays, this has turned him into a generally emotionless psychopath of sorts. He speaks little, lives as far away from people as possible, and keep an unnervingly blank look on his face at all times. He's ruthless and uncaring, and is more than willing to kill any and everything that gets in his way, annoys him, or tries to come near him. He cares little for riches and is only worried about food and ammunition for the most part, but has a bit of a kleptomaniacal quirk about collecting shiny objects that he finds. He's debatably more overprotective of these objects than he is of his own home.

History: As a young boy, he possessed a fascination with rifles, that later turned into an obsession. He spent almost all of his time studying them, disassembling and reassembling them, and firing them to learn their quirks. After graduating high school in Norway, he passed on the option to go to college and instead decided to move to Russia and join the Russian Armed Forces. He was assigned a position as sniper not too long into his service, and eventually became a ranking officer within a squad of snipers. Around the time his five years of service ended, the Chernobyl event occurred, and the lure of the Zone tantalized him so much so that he forsook his plans to become a career soldier and became a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. His skills earned him a place in Duty for a while, but he's since then fallen out of favor with them and become a recluse, hunting and killing in the hills deep inside the Zone.

Weapons/Ammo:
SVDm-2 (100 x 7.62x54r bullets)
Kora-919 (200 x .45 caliber ACP)
Kodachi

Gear:
Backpack-
2 canteens of water
1 bottle of vodka
3 loaves of stale bread
1 can of Tourist's Delight
1 Military Medkit
1 Medkit
5 bandages
1 old pillow
1 spare gas mask and some filters

On person-
PDA
Flashlight
Lots of bolts
Gas mask
Geiger counter

Skills/Abilities:
Keen eyes: Years of sniping and spotting have given Tiberius sharp eyesight and the ability to notice that which other people might overlook.
Void personality: His years in the Zone have hardened him to the point that he won't blink or think twice about putting a bullet into anyone's head for any reason.
Martial practitioner: His service to Duty in the Zone, and martial training in his late youth, have made him into a masterful sniper. He isn't perfect, but he doesn't often miss.
Scavenger: He doesn't interact with people much, so he's acquired a knack for finding what he needs out in the wild, and mostly not irradiated.

Weaknesses:
Outcast: His manner of speech incredibly blunt and to the point, assuming he even talks, which is rare.
Close quarters novice: His skills at medium and short range are deplorable, so much so that he has difficulty compensating for automatic weapons fire, and can hold his own in a fist fight, but isn't too particularly good.
Paranoia: Loud rasping or screeching noises of any kind scare him enough to make him head home quite quickly, as he tends to link them with Snorks and Bloodsuckers.

[Peik]

Just a nitpick, the SVD doesn't use 7.62 NATO.

[Gephfryee]

Peik said
Just a nitpick, the SVD doesn't use 7.62 NATO.

Thank you. Noted and fixed.

[SirBeowulf]

Obviously its gotta use .357 rounds.

Also, should I port my CS over here?

[TheMadAsshatter]

SirBeowulf said
Obviously its gotta use .357 rounds. Also, should I port my CS over here?

Yes please.

[SirBeowulf]

Wow, makin' me do all the work, sheesh.

Name:
John Smith Rickard Kelber.

Alias:
'Camera Guy', 'Идиот', 'Get The Fuck Out Of My Way', 'No Cameras Allowed'.

Nationality:
American.

Age:
Twenty-four.

Gender:
The one with the penis.

Physique/Appearance/Clothing: (Picture or realistic art for an image, please. Physical description as well.)
Standing at a rather average height of 6'2", Rickard isn't really much of an intimidating figure. He has a bit of a childish face that almost all of the time wears a smile on it. He usually wears an unfashionable jacket that totally goes well with his blue eyes and blonde hair. He likes to travel light, only including what he can carry on his back, his clothes, and the Nikon FM2 that he carries around at all times. Well, most of the time. He doesn't sleep with the damn thing, if that's what you're thinking. Other than the clothes on his back, he usually keeps a trinket or two that he finds around The Zone. A few shiny bottle caps tied around a string goes around his neck. A bit of melted glass that shines like a rainbow when he holds it up to the light.

Rickard

Spoken Languages:
He really only understands English. Maybe a few words like Да or Нет, but he does understand the word несумњиво!

Faction:
He really doesn't belong to any sort of faction, so he mostly just kind of roams The Zone. Well... most people are usually rather 'rude' in his opinion. You wouldn't believe how many curse words in Russian have been thrown at him. Most people don't take kindly to an upbeat американский roaming around their Zone, but Rickard doesn't usually pay it much attention. Its surprising how many people have wanted to steal his camera and film, but each time he's managed to keep his Nikon shinier than a whistle. You could still just call Rickard your average Stalker, but you would be completely wrong.

Personality:
Rickard is surprisingly happy for one being stuck inside one of the closest places to Hell that you can get to on Earth. Rickard's very optimistic compared to your average gruff and untalkative Russian. Still, that doesn't mean Rickard is one emotion at all times. He's usually very joking, and will often throw zingers whenever he gets the chance. Of course, that means he usually gets his ass kicked, well, someone attempts to kick his ass for being annoying. Rickard chooses the second option when given the choice of Fight or Flight, and to be honest, pretty much 90% of the time it saves him out of a beating. The rest of the time he just flashes someone in the eyes with his camera. Nobody expects the camera.

History: (Same as the above.)
He hails from the city of New-York. Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. 'Of course, he's just your average middle-class American who got to a great school and blah blah'. Well, kind of. His father was a rather impressive banker and a stockbroker on the side. Of course, fat load of good that would do him when the stock markets crashed in the early 2000s. After that, for the most part, Rickard didn't really have very great living conditions. Still, Rickard, through plenty of hard work and lots of begging, managed to get into a nearby College and earn his bachelor's in photography and quickly jumped into amateur work.

His degree turned out to be worth shit, but Rickard still managed to get a few deals. Remember Kony 2012? Yeah, he managed to get several great videos for that experience. Also managed to get a few vids of the BP Oil Spill as well, earned a few big bucks for that. Of course, only recently had he learned of the greatest deal he would ever manage to get.

High Quality photos of The Zone were what his bosses wanted. At first, he might have been a little afraid. News coming out of The Zone were rather sketchy at best. Heavily mutated animals that killed on sight. Troves of raiding stalkers who'll also kill you at first sight. Of course, a lot of that turned out to be true for the most part. Still, Rickard wasn't gonna deny the money it would earn him and the fact that no other reporters managed to come out of the zone. He signed up for a simple firearms class before he went, and a few survivalist ones, but that was it for the most part.

Boy, was his first day a doozy.

Reputation:
Lets just say most people don't like him. You might find treasure hunters, bandits, hell. Even political enemies go there just to escape Russia. But a photographer? Really, you don't expect a civilian to show up and just waltz into The Zone and survive more than five minutes. Somehow, Rickard managed to do that, much to the chagrin of many stalkers who meet Rickard.

Weapons/Ammo:
Rickard wasn't very smart when he showed up to the Zone. Like your average American, he wanted his gun large and show-offey. Rickard carries an Israeli Desert Eagle and carries a small bag full of .40 Magnum cartridges. Enough for five magazines. Yeah, go figure. Of course, he really didn't mean to shoot anyone, he really just uses it to scare off your average rabid dog and scaredy-cat Stalker. Nowadays, he's a little smarter. After trading away the piss poor weapon, he managed to purchase an MP-2 Uzi that is great for his skill since he mostly can just spray and pray for the most part. He currently has six magazines of 25-round 9mm.

Gear:
Not much gear for the most part. He carries around a brown rucksack that holds most of his supplies. Inside he has: Two cans of Heinz Baked Beans, two more canned peaches, and one packet of Twinkies. By the way, Twinkies are one of Rickard's favorite snacks in The Zone. He also carries around a small bottle at least half full of purifying tablets, a quarter filled bottle of radiation tablets. Also a bottle of vodka. Sure, Rickard can't stand the damn stuff, but they have good trading value. He's got a small blanket and pillow stuffed in there as well, and another set of clothes. He also has his wallet with about 10,000 Rubles and a thousand Dollars.

Skills/Abilities:
+ Of course, the first thing you would notice about Rickard is his ability to take photos of stuff. While this usually isn't that great of a skill, to him he's a master. He's only managed to be inside The Zone for about a month, but already he's taken at least a hundred great photos.

+ Another skill is... running away? He really isn't much of a fighter, so most of the confrontations he more or less just runs the fuck away as fast as he can.

+ Yeah, he can spray his uzi, but that's about it. Still, he's able to pretty much able to spray all of his ammo onto a single position and suppress the hell out of whoever is on the other end of his gun.

+ Another skill is his ability to notice small differences in the environment around him. A small mouse rummaging through a pile of trash maybe twenty meters away that most people wouldn't see. A cache full of supplies hidden under rubble.

+ I suppose being optimistic is a good skill to have. When you're down to your last can of beans, but hey, you could find a mother load of supplies just around the corner!

Weaknesses:
- While he might not have tons of strengths, he sure does have plenty of weaknesses. Rickard isn't very strong at all. Sure, he tried playing Football when he was just a youngin', but he failed horribly at that.

- He also isn't the the most agile either. I wouldn't advise giving him a grenade, because he would probably make the worst throw of all time.

- Then again, Rickard isn't very well known for his smarts. Leave the computers and machinery to those who get paid to actually fix them. Hell, he can barely access the email on his smart phone. Not like he needs a phone in The Zone, there isn't even any reception or wifi to use.

- Lastly, Rickard isn't a fighter at all. Close-combat, gunfights, yeah. He won't be much of a help, and is likely to hit is own team members with his lack of accuracy. Still, Rickard isn't a coward, and will help his friends if they're in danger.

[BerryBuns]

Name: Aynur Serikov

Alias: Sister

Nationality: Kazakh

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Physique/Appearance/Clothing:

Aynur

Weighing 100 lbs. on a good day and standing only 5’3” tall, Aynur tends to hear the word “scrawny” a lot. She wears loose-fitting cargo pants tucked into boots, an oversized goretex parka, and a black face mask that she usually keeps pulled up over her mouth and nose. Most of her clothing was initially chosen in part to hide her gender, but her diminutive stature and the large, doe-like hazel eyes that peek over her mask tend to give her away. She keeps her unruly, dark brown hair out of her face with a jewelled clip, which she never lets out of her sight and normally keeps hidden beneath the hood of her parka.

Spoken Languages: She’s fluent in Kazakh and Russian, but only knows a handful of words in English.

Faction: Aynur has striven to remain completely neutral throughout her time in The Zone, and so had little to do with Freedom or Duty -- or any of the other factions, for that matter -- until very recently. Over the past year, the increasingly friendly relationship between Freedom and Duty has presented her with the opportunity to provide medical support to both factions on several separate occasions. Thanks to this, she has been able to form ties with them both, tentative though they may be.

Reputation: Though she's not necessarily well known, being easy to get along with and quite medically adept has put Aynur in most people's good books. Among those that do know her, she is generally seen as shy and compassionate, which works in her favor in some cases and against her in others. She is in good standing with the traders and medics aligned with both Freedom and Duty, thanks in part to her refusal to take sides in any disputes between the two factions, and has been able to swing the occasional discount in the past.

Weapons/Ammo: AK-105, loaded with a full 30-round magazine, with an additional full mag kept in an easy-access pocket on her pack.

Gear:

Aid Kit

Alcohol swabs
Surgical tape
Butterfly closures
Gauze - rolls and pads, regular and sterile
Occlusive dressings
Muslin bandages
Normal saline (1L IV bag)
Lactated Ringer’s solution (1L IV bag)
IV tubing
Hypodermic needles
Catheters
Syringes
Morphine
Assorted strips of cloth and several sturdy sticks, intended for improvised tourniquets or splints
Anti-radiation drugs

Backpack

1 bottle of vodka
3 cans of Tourist’s Delight
3 bottles of water
30 5.45x39mm rounds
Gas mask, hooked on an outer strap
Penlight
PDA

Skills:
Agile - Thanks to her quick feet and reflexes, Aynur is a master of evasion -- in physical situations as well as social ones.

Healer - Talent, experience, and a cool head under pressure make Aynur a damn good medic.

Charitable - Aynur will gladly give her time and attention, and often much more, completely free of charge.

Keen Eye - Even in times of high stress, Aynur can usually assess a situation and determine the appropriate course of action very quickly. This also makes her hard to swindle.

Songbird - Aynur has a beautiful singing voice, but only a select few have heard it, or ever will. She only sings in private, or when it’s the only thing she has left to comfort a patient.

Anatomy Pro - Thanks to extensive study prior to entering The Zone, and the experience she’s gained as a stalker, Aynur has a pretty intimate knowledge of the human body and its workings.

Diplomat - Her strict policy of not taking sides in any dispute makes Aynur a natural mediator, though she often goes to such lengths to avoid conflict that this talent rarely shines through.

Run, Sister, Run - She’s fast.

Weaknesses:
Gun-Shy - While not a terrible shot, Aynur’s intense dislike for guns -- particularly when using one on another human being -- puts her only a few notches above useless in a firefight.

Paranoid - Aynur’s happy to help others without getting anything in return, but try to do the same for her and she’s convinced you’ll use it against her later. See also: trust issues.

At Arm’s Length - No, Aynur does not want to be your friend. In her eyes, it’s much better to never love in the first place than to love and lose.

Weakling - Physically overpowering Aynur would be about as difficult as bagging up a newborn kitten.

[SirBeowulf]

Pretty good characters in my opinion.

[Gephfryee]

SirBeowulf said
Pretty good character in my opinion.

Well, this IS S.T.A.L.K.E.R., which means that Snitch is a thing. I'd like to see someone manage a worse character than him.

[TheMadAsshatter]

I wasn't expecting to have one of the youngest characters. I feel like I kinda goof'd up on that point, but whatever. So far I'm liking everyone's characters and all most have been accepted thus far. Just going to wait for Wanderer to get his done and ported into the OOC, then we'll get this thing rolling.

@Berry: This isn't a requirement, but since you said your character tries to hide her gender, wouldn't it make more sense if her alias wasn't gender specific, or at least she has one for when people know about her and one for when she tries to hide it?

[BerryBuns]

I meant that she wanted to hide her gender when she first came to The Zone, but it was kind of a futile effort because a) she's tiny, and b) providing any effective medical treatment would require her to take off her mask and physically interact with someone, at which point the jig would be up. She's pretty ambiguous from a distance, but essentially, most stalkers can tell she's a female without having to do too much digging. For what it's worth, she doesn't like to introduce herself to most people. Is that cool?

[Gephfryee]

Did somebody say, distances? *scopes in* *blam blam*

[SirBeowulf]

So I'm assuming I'm not the only one who'll be asking this, but. When will we start the IC? Are you looking for more character or what, Hatter?

Also, isn't Rickard the youngest, but only by a year?

[TheMadAsshatter]

If we get more characters before we start that's fine, but right now I'm waiting on Wanderer to finish his and get it posted here. And yeah, I noticed that Rickard is really the youngest, but still, it feels odd.

But yeah, I think I'll PM Wanderer and if he doesn't get his character done in a couple of days I'll go ahead and start.

[TheMadAsshatter]

Updated the OP with a list of accepted characters. I haven't heard anything back from Wanderer, but hopefully he'll respond soon enough. I'd really like him to be in this RP.

I did say that characters can join after the RP starts, so I think I'll give him until the end of the day and I'll make the first IC post either tonight or tomorrow.

[SirBeowulf]

Snawesome, I can't wait to get started.

[Peik]

We're starting? Good, good.

[Avery Calhoun]

If you are open to another character I could get one to you for review in about 24 hours. Granted my S.T.A.L.K.E.R experience is limited by what I have read on Wiki's and fan sites since finding this RP so that may be a factor in your choice.