Arreyis

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'This place reeks of wounded and death...' Derra thought to herself as she entered the chapel. Her Elders had sent her to this city to learn new ways of healing, and it seemed she had arrived at just the right time.

"You there! Who are you? Why are you here? You're uninjured?" A tall man in healers robes was approaching her hurriedly, as if he had someplace else to be.

"I am Derra Varas, of the mountain clan on the border. I was sent by my Elders to learn from your healers. Surely you got the message they sent?" she raised an eyebrow at him and shook her red hair from her face. "Regardless I am here to help, and I am experienced enough. Point me in the right direction."

The man looked at her face, and to his credit he didn't blanch at the scars. "Follow me." He lead her briskly in the direction of a young man that had just been set down on a bit of hay made up to look like a bed. He was badly injured to his head, but someone had cleaned his wound in the field and packed it with a poultice that looked similar but subtly different from what Derra knew how to do. The Healer looked at the wound carefully, then at the woman who had presumably brought him in.

"Derra is a field trained healer, she will attend to the young man. If there are other's in your party with injuries, please let her know." He looked down again at the injury, and back at Derra, "We have most of the other injured attended to. Your job for now will be to assess any others who come through that door and send them back to me if they are in worse condition than you can handle alone." With that he stood and walked briskly in the direction they had come from.

Looking at the woman, Derra noticed she seemed shaken but unharmed. Her hands had been cleaned, but still showed signs of the poultice and blood. Kneeling carefully next to the bed she looked over the man, looking for signs of infection or stress. He seemed to be doing well for having such a nasty head injury. They would have to wake him soon, in case of concussion. Looking up from him and around the chapel she couldn't help but wonder what had happened and why.

'Cities and their squabbles...' she thought to herself, letting out a sigh.

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Ok I got a character up, not sure yet how to fit her in but I'll try to do something after baby goes down.

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Name: Derra
Age: 67
Race: Dwarf
Status: Derra is a young (for a dwarf) feild healer, meaning she can patch wounds, give stitches etc.
Br. Bio: When Derra was a child her home clan was decimated by a pox, leaving only a few survivors and marking her face with undeniable scars. They made their way to a border clan in the mountains. It was there that Derra found her calling as an herbal and feild healer. Her clan sent her out to learn human ways of healing, and she only just arrived before the battle broke out.
Equipment: Derra isn't a fighter, but she is equipped with a short sword and sheild and carries leather armor marked with a healer's staff in her pack. She wears a dark blue cloak and black clothing underneath, and her belt holds various pouches with herbs, dressings and equipment for patching people up.

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I'm here, just waiting on final decisions to be made. I'm really not picky at all, just wanna get started. :-)

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@Strange RodentThanks! I'll get a CS ready here in a few, gotta finish up a paper for school.

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How many active characters are there? Would anyone be able to DM me a quick overview of what is going on? I'm currently waiting on another RP to start and I'm itching to get my fingers working this dang keyboard.

I actually looked at this a few days ago and saw that the GM was gone so I passed it by.

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@Jangel13 You forgot ShadowDragon. So 4 of us. But yeah, at this point I'm open to whatever. I know the most about Christianity-based religions, but I'm open to learning some new stuff in order to play this out. I'm not sure which way you're wanting to go with this, but if we're going in the "general good" direction, something that values individual choice and success over hive mind would be good. If we're thinking of going in the not so good direction then the opposite.

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@Jangel13 Good to know. Sorry

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Alright she's posted! It's been a hectic day here...almost day and a half actually, lol. Trying to sell my car, had to level up my DnD character, and had to get started on my schoolwork for the week. But anyways, she's there, and if we decide different things I can change her.

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Sylina

Name:
Sylina

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
Sylina’s slight stature belies her strength, generally wearing rather baggy clothing it is hard to see that she is very well toned and quite strong for a woman of her build. She stands at approximately 5’5”, with green eyes and hair so black it seems to take away all light.

Augmentations:
A false hand she hides with a glove. It has few special abilities, really only giving her slightly more strength than a normal human man.

Weaponry:
In Sylina’s line of work for the organization, she rarely needs a weapon such as what you’d see on the streets. She relies mostly on intimidation and narcotics, but when she needs it she does have a .44 strapped to her hip and access to the organization’s armory.

How did you know the prophet?:
Sylina met the Prophet at school, while also being groomed to become a leader in her feild. They shared a common disgust at the way people allowed themselves to be controlled.

What is your role?:
Sylina is the leader of the Preachers, and as such is in charge of all newcomers and the vetting process to onboard them to the deeper levels of the organization. At time this means ferreting out information that they would not want known to the organization, and has also lead to the capture and…extermination of those who want to infiltrate their ranks. In her capacity she also works as a cleaner, making sure that anyone who in trying to spy on them is never found, and that…accidents are not able to be traced back to the organization, and most importantly, to the Prophet.

Personality:
Sylina is a no nonsense woman, preferring straight facts over dramatics. She has a kind heart but does not show it to outsiders or subordinates, and does not make friends easily for this reason.

History:
When Sylina met the Prophet she was training to become the leader in an investigative squad that was tasked with finding and investigating deaths associated with black market augmentations. She took to the training without question, often outpacing her peers. She rarely went out with friends, instead staying home to read books about forensic analysis and criminal charges and three times a week going to the gym to work out. In her boredom she learned how to avoid being caught in a crime, learned how to lie without giving away small facial expressions that gave people away to robotic facial scans, and learned how to see the small tell tale signs of a lie on someone’s face.

Her implant was damaged in an accident involving an electric shock at 23 and she began to try out her learning on others. She asked questions she knew her superiors would answer with lies, answered questions with lies to see if she would be caught. She was caught more than once, but because she was such a good student many of her teachers and superiors let it slide. She had begun to question the fabric of their society before she met Elliot, but when she met him and their conversations started slipping into more and more questionable matters she knew she wanted to join him.

When he learned of her career path, he suggested she continue to learn as many techniques as possible, and that she keep playing that her implant was working on her to make her compliant. She stayed in school even after he left. She continued to study forensics, autopsy and investigation, and when the time came they had nothing left to teach her she left and joined the Prophet. Her training made her useful to him, but her willingness to help stop the mindlessness of everyday society was what got her to where she is.

Other:
Sylina hates interrogating people in the ways she must when they are corrupted, but because she believes in the cause she does it without pause. She believes if she were to step down from that role someone who enjoyed it would not perform to the same standards she does, and that because she hates it she is the best suited for the position.

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