AtomicNut

Teenage Wasteland

So technical, while you are a female your not part of the forgotten.

I'll say this then, the ratio of men and women at a date able age are rounding out

@Jangel13

Health Disclaimer courtesy of Charon: Dating is unsafe and full of STDs, cause nobody is making the protection anymore. Don't increase my already huge workload, you horny teenagers.

Teenage Wasteland

Charles would do better with more medical resources and less "friends" who only want to have him check on their inane health problems, when out of there there's a world that needs saving.

He's the INTERNINATOR.

Teenage Wasteland

I wonder if I should align Charon with anyone... I mean, he's literally one of the last old world scientists and medics.

Teenage Wasteland

Name:Charles D. Ronnington, M.D. (self appointed) AKA Charon
Age: 22
Appearance:

Working

Faction:Straggler, To Be Determined.
Personality: Charles appears at first an even tempered individual with a flawless work ethic, a rare throwback to how life was before the Virus. Charles doesn't compromise on human lives, and he tries to live and let live the best way he can in this world, offering guidance as perhaps one of the last -adults- this world has seen. However, cracks in his psyche are apparent. Charles has just lost too many things to the Virus to remain unaffected, and his inability to fight it burns him from the inside out. He's single-mindedly determined to find a cure or breakthrough to such an ailment.
Backstory: Charles was a humble medical student who was barely 19 when the outbreak started. As the plague overpowered the vast majority of adults and depleted the medical ranks aswell, Charles was soon fielded, despite his relative youth and lack of experience. Fully exploiting his resistance to the virus, he volunteered to deal with many afflicted patients, despite the obvious risk of infection. Seniors, children, all died in his hands without him unable to do anything about it. Yet he still lived. And he kept stubbornly refusing to ever give up.

By the time the plague had reshaped Kano, Charles was already a seasoned field medic, but one terribly broken and in grief. Taking the nickname of "Charon", the ferryman of the dead, as a self-parody of his ghastly patient record, he shouldered on, still determined to maintain the one little piece of medical expertise that the Virus was unable to exterminate, himself.

Other: Charon has been infected a grand total of 12 times during his tenure as field medic. As such, he's adquired a great degree of resistance to the illness even if he's past the assumed safe age of infection. He's familiar with many of the workings of the old world, specially in the way of medical expertise and equipment. Charon is also rather fit, and he has a decent left hook when the situation calls for it, but he's not a master martial artist. He has surgical precision when using blades, but it's more useful for proper healing than fighting. He usually wears a portable medkit in his backpack, as well as sample recollection material. He can drive decently, and he's managed to keep a motorbike up and running to this point.

Teenage Wasteland

This does sound fallout-y

Name:Charles D. Ronnington, M.D. (self appointed) AKA Charon
Age: 22
Appearance:

Working

Faction:Straggler, To Be Determined.
Personality: Charles appears at first an even tempered individual with a flawless work ethic, a rare throwback to how life was before the Virus. Charles doesn't compromise on human lives, and he tries to live and let live the best way he can in this world, offering guidance as perhaps one of the last -adults- this world has seen. However, cracks in his psyche are apparent. Charles has just lost too many things to the Virus to remain unaffected, and his inability to fight it burns him from the inside out. He's single-mindedly determined to find a cure or breakthrough to such an ailment.
Backstory: Charles was a humble medical student who was barely 19 when the outbreak started. As the plague overpowered the vast majority of adults and depleted the medical ranks aswell, Charles was soon fielded, despite his relative youth and lack of experience. Fully exploiting his resistance to the virus, he volunteered to deal with many afflicted patients, despite the obvious risk of infection. Seniors, children, all died in his hands without him unable to do anything about it. Yet he still lived. And he kept stubbornly refusing to ever give up.

By the time the plague had reshaped Kano, Charles was already a seasoned field medic, but one terribly broken and in grief. Taking the nickname of "Charon", the ferryman of the dead, as a self-parody of his ghastly patient record, he shouldered on, still determined to maintain the one little piece of medical expertise that the Virus was unable to exterminate, himself.

Other: Charon has been infected a grand total of 12 times during his tenure as field medic. As such, he's adquired a great degree of resistance to the illness even if he's past the assumed safe age of infection. He's familiar with many of the workings of the old world, specially in the way of medical expertise and equipment. Charon is also rather fit, and he has a decent left hook when the situation calls for it, but he's not a master martial artist. He has surgical precision when using blades, but it's more useful for proper healing than fighting. He usually wears a portable medkit in his backpack, as well as sample recollection material. He can drive decently, and he's managed to keep a motorbike up and running to this point.

The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

Hadrian rolled his eyes, letting a mutter of annoyance upon Adelaide's prompt. "Putain, I take offense to being called a Hashshashin." The old vampire glared at the others, his eyes making gestures to start evacuating people. I'll keep this guy occuppied. He gestured. "Ah well, you're kind of rude, you know. You explode a bar, call me filth, and then start demanding answers." Adrian lowered his stance, much like Ronin did. But it was all an act. He wasn't dropping his guard. Just some posturing to win time.

"That's some nerve." He shrugged. "But it's fine by me. I mean, in the time you're chatting me up, the firemen and rescue services will arrive, and your main targets will likely evacuate." He smirked. "But let me tell ya about the old man. He was Saladin's pissy rival neighbour. He was half crazy, you know. Some zealot branch of the Islam. But he was good at what he did. Psychological warfare."

He paused. "He would pick a target, send one of his zealots to kill him -and only him- in plain view. His favorite targets were crusaders. Cause you know, silly western infidels."

"And, heh, that's the funny thing actually." Hadrian cracked a smile. "hehehehehe, really funny, I should probably save it and not tell it. But what the hell..."

His stance resumed, as he eyed his opponent. "What if I told you I was one of them? What if i told you I fought tooth and nail for the Holy City, alongside Balian of Ibelin, against Saladin? What if I told you my actual name is Sir Hadrian of Jerusalem, the Fallen, the One Who Hunts his Kin?"

He breathed in deep. "Do yourself a favour and cease all charades. I can waste all the time I want. Can you say the same? I think not. You've got no element of surprise by doing this. You can't fight directly with us, and moreover, you're just an idiot who gets high on other's suffering. You need a cool mind to be an assassin."

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"Are you really that dim, Eddie?" Dana hissed, still clutching her wounded hands. Her eyes dangerously narrowed. "Who the hell you think signs your toxicological reports..." Her eyes dangerously narrowed, until the pager on her tracksuit beeped.

"Ah for fuck's sake..." The doctor gritted her teeth. Apparently the explosions of before needed some forensic aid to process scenarios. "...this isn't over." The she-wolf harrumphed and picked up Porkchop, who somehow was now standing on all fours once again, before trailing off to clean herself.

And it's the Silver Moon turf the one that got bombed. Greaaat. I'll have to face them again. Wonderful day this is.

The Blood Wars Reboot(Always accepting)

Hrm, seems like I'll have to butt in a post soon here.

Overtale

Well, if you wish to keep up this pace, I'll drop. No hard feelings.

Overtale

I'm here. Just catching up with the mental drain of exams and teaching.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

No seriously, in less than 48h i gotta do a job interview, then an exam, and then do a 4 hour lecture. I'll be lucky if by the end of the week my EEG is not flat.