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Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

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I’ll try and do him justice, I’ll include him in my next post alongside Mizo

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Between Rage and Serenity

Kara Samson

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"It is in our blood to love. You don’t have to learn how to be nice to people. It takes time to learn hatred. Hate is something you learn."

[ 19 | 5’ 9” | White | She/Her | 197lb ]

[Loyal]

APPEARANCE

"I wasn’t trying to look pretty."

She doesn’t like to stand out, so she wears a lot of muted colors. The most vibrant thing Kara wears is probably an old white jacket, no hood, and touched down to her knees. She’s had it for a few years. Kara’s got pretty pale skin and clear eyes, standing at a decent height as well makes her somewhat eye-candyish, not that she actually cares about that.

Kara likes to walk with her head held high up, like she’s letting it be known that she won’t let you walk on her, while wearing comfortable things like sweatpants and tank tops beneath her jacket. Spiraling up and down her right arm is what looks like a chalky gray vine pattern, that is her Awakened mark. It ends on her palm, in a swirl.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I don’t want to fight you, but I don’t have to like you either..."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ To make it to a point in her life where conflict doesn’t matter. Is it idealistic, or a pipe dream? Probably.

WHAT THEY WANT OUT OF THE COVEN ⫻ Home. From what she knows, this place is full of people with “powers” like her own, people who have banded together for a common goal. For all Kara knows, their goals may line up with her hopes for a better life for the rest of the world.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ To Kara, nothing is one sided, everyone has their reasons for doing one thing or another, and if her mindset is to clash with someone else’s fine. But she also believes that it doesn’t mean she can put it aside and just get along with someone instead of fighting over it. Kara’s heart bleeds for people she cares about, and the one thing she wants more than anything in this world is to be able to stop fighting, but at the same time, she also knows that if such a day ever comes, it’s sure as hell not gonna be soon, so she protects the people she cares for with near animalistic intensity. Kara is torn between the idea of burning the world down, and building a new one for the sake of her loved ones, regardless of casualties, and the idea of fixing the one she’s already in, to spare everyone in the crossfire.

SECRETS ⫻ She grew up in a bad home.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Pansexual

FEARS ⫻ Succumbing to rage above all else. Kara doesn’t want to reduce herself to the level of the pain and suffering of the world. If she lets her instincts get the better of her, she’s no different than the things she wants to change.

REPUTATION ⫻ All throughout high school, she was known by many but only friend with a select few. She kept a close knit group of very close friends, but she was on relatively good terms with most people in school, being known as the one kid who didn’t screw with people.

FLAWS ⫻ Her own nature as an angry pacifist bothers her often, she likes to build bridges instead of brew conflict, and sometimes she doesn’t know which to do. That gets to her.

BACKSTORY

"It doesn’t have to be this way. We can fix things. We just have to try..."

Growing up in the suburbs of Florida wasn’t kind to Kara. For as long as she could remember, there was always some kind of unnecessary discourse in the house. It was just her and her two parents. They were always arguing, either with each other, or with Kara. As a result of this, Kara liked to spend most of her time alone in her room, particularly on the weekends. At school, she struggled to make friends for years, only having one or two friends that actually talked to her regularly. They were the only people who listened to the things she had to say, and that stuck with her.

The ignorance at home was more than just disagreements on a daily basis, her parents were more...conservative than some people would like. They were bigots, and naturally Kara tried to talk some sense into them, only to be met with heated rage from her father, and simple denial from her mother.

“You’re just a kid! You’re not gonna lecture me about marriage!”

“You don’t know the first thing about the Bible, when was the last time you actually opened one?”

Their distain of anything that wasn’t “normal” pushed Kara to distance herself from them, hiding pieces of her personality that she knew would get her in trouble. It made her think about all the people out there she knew going through the same trouble. It weighed her down, it made her want to reach out and protect them, and knowing that she couldn’t do a damn thing, even when her closest friends confided in her about their own bad home lives, drained her. It hurt knowing she could help, it burned her up inside.

Of course, Kara stopped being able to fly under the radar after a fight broke out over a friend. One of Kara’s childhood friends was getting beaten up in the hallways at school over rumors about their sexuality. It was bad. He was being wailed on by a guy twice his size while he was on the ground. Nothing in all of Kara’s life boiled her blood more than that, she almost blacked out from rage, but both her friend and the bully were so battered by the end that the school forced her friend to unlock his phone to scan for anything that would shed some light on this. As a result of this, Kara’s own sexuality was revealed, and her parents were outraged. Thankfully, she was 18 by then, so she could move out before they had time to do anything. That was the day her abstraction appeared, as a result of a long desire to protect, she needed a little push and nothing more. Throughout the fight, her arms were heavier than usual, like they were covered in bark.

Since then, she’s secretly been messing with her abstraction to learn about it, and she researched to find the coven. She made contact with them, knowing they all had similar experiences, and they established a connection. She will meet someone from the coven soon to discuss things further.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"You’re assuming everyone thinks like you, let me tell you why that’s wrong."

Empathy ⫻ Okay, maybe calling it a talent isn’t the right word, but it’s something Kara’s had engrained in her for a while. Growing up in a sad life, she knows how to tell if something isn’t right with others, it’s just another layer of her bleeding heart.

Social Advocate ⫻ Kara is good at talking to people about things that they’re ignorant about. She is good at teaching people about things that make people different. Things like different cultures and beliefs. She understands these things better than some, and it helps her connect to people better. This has gotten her through a lot of things, and has made her some good friends.

Violence ⫻ This, unfortunately, has also gotten Kara through a lot of things. When all else fails, bear your teeth and bang knuckles with someone. Kara isn’t a very well trained fight, she doesn’t know any kind of proper martial arts, but she can swing a mean fist when it’s time for it. Usually she regrets resorting to anger after the fight is over, and genuinely tries to fix it before and after, but it comes just as natural to her as peace, although in a more instinctual way.

ABSTRACTION

"How could something so quiet be so destructive..."

TYPE ⫻ Awakened

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Ten Thousand Branches | Manifestation and control of wood, trees, and bark of all manners.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This abstraction gives its user an array of manipulative abilities surrounding wood. The wood is almost always the same appearance, having muddy brown, and oddly flexible bark. No matter how deeply a piece of the wood is cut, no sap will be found. It is possible for the appearance to be changed, for example instead of branch shaped strands of emerging from Kara’s body, she could simply stomp the ground a have a wooden pillar shoot out of the ground, being perfectly cylindrical and smooth like waxed plywood. Most of the power of wood manipulation is geared toward defensive fighting, if any kind of fighting.

Ten Thousand Branches is a great defensive abstraction, since having the power to produce large, flexible bark from almost anywhere makes you a tough target to touch. Visually, the trees or branches flow out of Kara’s palms or body like water before gardening if they don’t grow on her skin, like armor. Almost all applications of the wood is done with physical contact in some way or another. It is connected to Kara’s body, or Kara physically interacts with something to activate her abstraction. Under more stressful situations, the otherwise healthy looking wood takes in a slightly reddish tint, as if it was ever so slightly painted with someone’s blood. This happens during moments of rage, or general distress.

Because it is wood, it could burn, or it could rot, if the conditions were right. Kara can shape the branches and trees to some degree. For example, she can mold a large stick of wood to seep out of her hands into the form of a very sharp spear, and skewer something with it. Or she could form a wooden block around her hands and sharpen it like a sword. That’s about the only things she can think of to do in terms of actual weapons, but she could also shape wood from the ground to form structures, they wouldn’t be strong enough to survive something like a bomb, since they’re just wood, but most things couldn’t get past a shield made of Kara’s abstraction. These are the kind of things Ten Thousand Branches is better for, since it stemmed from a protective desire, but because it is Kara’s abstraction, there will always be violence just waiting to spring from it’s hiding place to hurt somebody.

(Go in-depth with how the ability functions normally. Explain everything I need to know.)

AURA SENSING ⫻ (Optional. What auras can your character see, how far, and under what circumstance?)

LIMITS ⫻ Kara can only grow wood in a very short radius - basically off of herself or where ever she can touch (and it'd have to be in the ground). The little thing called Emotional-Fields prevents her from creating wood on people's bodies or inside of them. She'll have to indirectly use it to attack. If she, by chance, gets too far away from her wood constructs or it's separated from her for any reason; it'll wither away and die, reduce itself to ash. Kara can't instantly create wood, she'll need some time to create it, especially for the more dramatic constructs. It'll also take time for her to shape and create it, but she generally has an easier time growing it off her body. She can create about a large tree at most before she gets tired.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Creating the wood off her body weighs her down greatly... and she probably doesn't have the strength to carry all of that wood around. The wood is still affected by anything that would normally affect wood (fire, water/rotting, etc).

OTHER

"When trees die, the seeds will spread. When they do. Another tree will take the place. One way or another, this world will get better, and we’ll stop tearing each other apart. All I can hope for is to see it happen..."

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Isolde Morden

It took a while to get here, but Isolde made it.

Two days of walking down across the Morden mountain to get to the Dying Branch coven had paid off after all, the house was nearby, and Isolde was closing in. She could see a few other witches on the steps already, presumably for the ceremony she was just in time for. The sky was dark, and the most visible thing she could see walking towards them was the blue glow of something coming from a girl’s shoulder. A familiar, perhaps? She’d have plenty of time to get to know them, no doubt. The taps on the ground from her staff companies by her footsteps were the only noise one could hear in the quiet night.

Isolde was chosen by elder witches, both from the Mordens and this coven, to become a proper witch, it was an honor from both to be given the right to come all this way and learn from one of the surrounding covens and expand her knowledge of magic. Isolde was quietly excited to be here, even if she seemed a little out of place. Shouldn’t she be looking for the elders to let them know she arrived? Well, time to make some friends. She approached the porch steps where two girls were talking, one with a book. ”Hello, is this where we’re supposed to meet?” Her voice was steady, and formal to the girls. Her staff at arm’s length, barely visible compared to the three of them in the moon’s light.

_{@Hitman@Blizz}

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Isolde

Isolde Morden

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Gender
Female

Age
18

Birthday
12/23

Sexuality
Pansexual

Appearance
Needless to say, Isolde is at least semi attractive, being 5’ 9” and having clean, sleek jet black hair down to her hips. And maybe it’s the electricity, or her inhuman nature as a witch, but her eyes are an almost neon, electric blue, as if they’re glowing. She comes of as very eye-candyish, but her attire is a complete inversion of her personality and physical appearance. She wears a lot of slacked, baggy clothes like sweatpants and a hoodie. She walks with her head held high, as if she’s already seen everything around her for months. She doesn’t have a very interesting fashion sense, but the most interesting thing about her look is the very profound lichtenberg scar that spirals from her wrist up to her shoulder, which she got inked over like a tattoo a while back. The scar happened when she was first experimenting with lightning magic when she was 13. Isolde can often be seen with a staff in her hand. It looks like an ordinary but fancy walking stick, and mostly, it is, but it’s also a common thing in the Morden family. It is a dense wood line with carvings of clouds and mountainous animals, with a metal ring at the two ends. It weighs roughly 2.5 pounds and is eye level with Isolde.

Personality
Isolde is a very grounded person. Her head is never in the clouds, unless literally, and she’s not afraid to speak her mind. Isolde has an energetic atmosphere around her, like at any moment the whole mood could flip from calm to roaring intensity. She respects the elders of the coven, knowing full well why they’re the elders, and tries to listen to their words as much as possible. This doesn’t mean in the slightest that she listens to them because of their authority. Isolde is an upstanding kind of witch, sure, but as far as she’s concerned, there’s nothing stopping her from going rogue but herself, and she likes it here. She admires the work that has to be done to keep a wellspring safe from monsters that would use its sacred power for bad reasons, and therefore, if she has to die fighting for one, she will go down swinging. She’s a very zealous type of girl, and only sometimes has the energy to back it up, when she’s not in a fierce mood, she’s sweet to the people she knows. She’s protective out of instinct alone, but has learned to not get involved in something nobody wants her involved in. Her friends are family to her, she’s the type to kiss someone on the hand when they’re close enough to her, especially women. and carry them on her back when they sprain their foot. She’s a whole mood when she wants to be, it’s just about getting that mental momentum, as she’d put it. Isolde is noble, and tries to maintain honor among the people she is around, be it through basic respect, or treating an enemy of her people as another person, with their own beliefs and reasons that make her never want to kick a dog when it’s down. She grew up with a deep connection to the culture surrounding witches and magic, and therefore has an admiration for people who stretch the boundaries of what magic is through their own creativity, however that may be.

Biography
Isolde was born into a house of witches known by few other than elders in a coven for their control of the clouds. Bending lighting in the palms of their hands is in the Morden house’s blood. It is an old family, secluded in the distant parts of the Appalachian mountain range. One of the six founders of the original family, Valerica Morden, left her teachings behind a few lifetimes ago to be passed down to the future generations. Isolde is one such witch. Occasionally, members of the Morden house are sent to covens in the region to learn from other witches. It’s not common, but Isolde is the first one in at least 3 or 4 years to go to a new coven. One of the Morden House elders, known as Asmen Morden, sent word to the leaders of Dying Branch, to put in a good word for Isolde.

The mountains were almost covered in snow, where Isolde lived, it was mild weather year round, and the Mordens kept in touch with only a handful of covens, which is how they’d keep up with the important events of the world. Dying Branch was the one they talked with the most. Isolde, being old enough to handle herself, was given the choice to stay or leave to learn more from the outside world. Naturally, she left. She took with her the a copy of all three of Valerica Morden’s teachings to educate herself on the Morten family’s old magic, hoping to learn more in this new chapter of her life. Each of the three books had a singular rune, meaning “Lock” on the inside of the front covers to protect the knowledge within them. The only people permitted to open the books were Isolde, and an elder of the Dying Branch.

The reason for the secrecy of the Morden family is because in the mountains, they have their own wellspring that they guard closely. It is not like the Dying Branch’s wellspring. It is a tree with silver bark, and luminous leaves that drift along the wind, they give off a faint blue glow against the thundery clouds of the mountains. It is believed by the family that this tree is the cause for their lives in the mountaintops. Normally, few things could survive there, but the weather and wildlife has been changed by the mountains. Rams with pale fur, and glassy horns can occasionally be seen trotting through the fields on the mountains. Of course, beneath the one or two mile long fields of the Morden family’s home, there is nothing like that. The tree, known as the Mountain’s Heart, is found in a place only the Morden elders know of, they only refer to it as “Valerica’s Valley.” Stories tell of a young tree growing over the grave where Valencia Morden was said to be buried, but it’s nearly impossible to find if you’re not an elder. Isolde may never see the Mountain’s Heart, but it’s alright. She’s going to see the outside world for herself, and maybe one day teach someone to wield lightning herself, when she earns the right.

Notable Rumors
Some people say she’s just a lesbian. Not true.

Greatest Fear
Lightning. It’s weird to think about a lightning magic user being afraid of their power, but you’d be an absolute fool to not be afraid of lightning, especially when your magic of choice involves conducting it through your hands and arms.

Magic: Lightning

”A storm without rage is a breeze. A storm without calm is the end of everything. There is no storm without an eye. To wield the strength of darkened clouds, one must understand the eye of the storm no less than the winds and rain of the storm. Only then can you let the power flow as if it were water.”

_{Forces of The Sky. Volume 1 - Valerica Morden.}

It suits her personality greatly, being able to conduct the storms above one’s head the way Isolde does. By letting the magic energy in her body flow a certain way, and not forcing it to move any other way, Isolde has learned to channel and create electricity in her body, and direct it at whatever she sees fit. The only way she can actually handle doing this is by “bracing” herself for it, which is done by circulating magic energy throughout her body, without using it up. The problem is that she can’t just watch a bolt of lightning fly at her and then brace for it, since lighting is, well, lightning fast.

The actual creation of lightning in Isolde’s body is a lot more difficult to do, since she has to divide her energy into one part for bracing, and the other for its creation. She could just forgo channeling the lightning all together if she wanted, but she wouldn’t be able to store it in her body to do any number of things with. Those things include running the energy throughout her body like a battery, and hitting something to transfer the energy, or firing it into the air to heat up any sort of moisture in the air to make even more lightning.

It’s a lot harder than it sounds, and Isolde doesn’t get many chances to practice being a conduit for a lightning storm since she left the mountains, but the next time the weather gets really bad, you’re no doubt gonna see Isolde standing in the middle of an open field. It’s also the cause of her lichtenberg scar. It is common for witches of the Morden family to be scarred like this, and it’s a running joke among most that if you don’t have a lichtenberg scar somewhere on your body, you’re not really a Morden.

All of the standard knowledge the Morden witches ever learn about lightning is recorded in the three volumes of Forces of The Sky, everything else learned about lightning magic is learned through experience, which Isolde has roughly 7 years of.

Color
Cyan

Fallout: Land of the Sky

"This Knight Captain Cassidy of the Brotherhood of Steel. We are sending reinforcements to clear hostiles assaulting the town, do not fire. I repeat do not fire on the incoming vehicles they are friendly.”

_”Shit.”

It had been two days now since the endless horde of raiders showed up in the town that Adder had conveniently been working in. Just the other day, she got paid by some Marshall guy to come in and fix a radio in the hotel everyone stayed in, the same radio she was listening to right now, a pretty nice one, too. When the raiders came, there was an order for everyone to go hide in the hotel, since Adder was already there, she was able to stay safe with her gun in hand, in case any of those fuck-shits came barging in. Then again, she was stuck in here with a large number of citizens all trying to keep calm, so waving a gun around probably wasn’t the best solution. The windows were blocked off with whatever they could find - boards, an upturned desk, that sort of thing. ”Any day now...” They had plenty of supplies in the hotel, but it didn’t change the fact that they were trapped. They were sitting ducks for raiders, thankfully Adder hasn’t had to shoot anybody yet, but she could see over the walls, off into the distance, that the raiders were working on getting closer, causing Adder to subconsciously grip her pistol a little tighter. Surely she can hold off a few stragglers, right? Waiting around like a doctors appointment, she along with at least 20 or more people were holed up in the lobby of the hotel, where someone would check in. There was no doubt a great deal of people still upstairs, probably trying to find guns or just outright hide from the raiders.

Alright. Fuck this.

The old ghoul holstered the gun and meandered back over to the radio, it was big and blocky, and just got repaired a day or two ago. An old Robco 2058 receiver and a ramshackle mic, the size of two pipboys stuck together, was her only connection to the outside world, so she pulled up a chair with several eyes on her from all the civilians inside to see if she could figure anything out. ”All channels. Hello? Brotherhood of Steel? My name is Adder, we are stuck inside the hotel, we can see the vehicles through the windows, some of the raiders are almost on their way here. I have a gun, but that’s about it. Repeat, they’re almost through. A blatantly ghoulish voice spoke through the microphone, broadcasting to every possible channel since she wasn’t entirely sure which one the so called Brotherhood was on.

”We have been stuck like this for at least two days now, we can’t hold them off more much- damn, hold-“ Adder very quickly, and very erratically, flung her pistol out of her holster as two shots rang out, which were answered by a dead raider’s body hitting the ground outside, after he charged at the one, uncovered window, resulting in a lack of an actual window. A few people in the building were startled by the shots, namely the younger ones, and hopefully not anyone on the line. The smell of gunpowder permeating the air. ”Okay...we’re fine.” She assured them, putting the now half-empty gun away and returning her attention to the radio ”If you’re gonna do anything more than shoot them, now would be a good time. I just had to open fire on one of the raiders you missed.“ Having said that, she took very visible notice of the big ass Brotherhoodmobiles she could see slowly rolling up behind a rocky Jeep outside the town, full of people, power armor, covered up cargo, and a bag of spears? Maybe she’d get to head home after all.

_{”I need a drink...”}

Unfortunately, Adder didn’t have a drink on hand. Anymore.

Fallout: Land of the Sky

Zombie mechanic

Adder

_{{ "Do what you gotta do." }}

- General Characteristics -

| {Full Name} |

Jackson Miles Adder

| {Nickname/Callsign} |

Jack, Adder.

| {Age} |
227

| {Gender} |

Female

| {Character Image} |
One of the ghouls from Wiseman’s farm.
| {Dialogue Color} |

6600ff

| {Appearance} |
Naturally a more wiry kind of girl, Adder’s one of the more lucky prewar ghouls. Her skin isn’t particularly rotten or falling off, but it’s more like wet leather than anything. Despite the fact that she somehow still had hair on her head, it’s grainy like sandpaper. It’s coarse to the touch, it’s choppy, and has no color. Adder is exactly six feet tall, and almost always wears the same rough, run of the mill wastelander type shirt and pants and mole rat boots. Adder’s eyes are sunken, and dark. Like she hasn’t slept properly in two centuries.

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- Psychological Profile -

| {Personality} |
Call her a nerd, call her a jackass, but Adder is an opportunist at heart. She’s the very essence of what it means to be a wastelander, you find home where you can, you find survival where you have to. Adder’s a loner who likes to keep her head down, very rarely does she bring herself to talk with any kind of settlement or caravan. When she does, it’s business only. She doesn’t like wasting caps or scavenged material on many things other than food or some bullets, anything else better be able to pay for itself. Adder takes what she can get, and likes to capitalize on what she can, but she’d shoot herself before she takes from someone else. Everyone has it bad in one way or another, she’s doing what she has to just like them, there’s no excuse for fighting over someone else’s life. There’s a line you don’t cross. Adder enjoys working on technology. Guns, a robot, and machine, she picked up skills to fix those things out of necessity, but it’s the one thing that’s makes her live instead of just survive. She’s nice when you get to know her underneath all that instinctual hoarding she does. While it may look like she has a suppressed moral compass, she’s just never had many opportunities these days for it to be used. She doesn’t mention this to anyone, but she has a habit of spiking nuka cola with radaway, she heard from another ghoul once that it helped.

| {Fears/Limitations} |
Losing. That’s it. Every day is a struggle in the wasteland. You either come out on top or you come out dead. Victory, day to day, or death. If Adder loses what she has, she never had anything worth fighting for in the first place, knowing this was all she came to, knowing this is where the future ends and tells you whether what you did was worth the trouble before you can be sure yourself...It messes with her head.

Her limits lie in the fact that Adder wasn’t a combat soldier. She was a Marines mechanic. An excellent mechanic, but a mechanic at best. She had basic defense training, so she could still clap you over the head and win, but she’s shit out of luck against a power armor squad.

| {Place of Origin} |
Beaufort, South Carolina. Her service was spent on the Parris Island military base for the Marines, not far from her home town.

| {Background} |
Adder’s prewar life wasn’t much to talk about. She lived on a military base and worked as a US Marines Mechanic. She had a pretty good thing going down there, wake up, grab something to wash down with coffee, fix some meathead’s power armor, sleep, repeat until work doesn’t matter anymore. Originally, she had planned to do this for college reasons, knowing full well she could make perfect use of fixing broken things to pay for it and have a decent life, but she came to the conclusion that college was just a really big struggle. It was stressful, it was boring, and she couldn’t do anything practical.

As a result of this, she chose to go full time on military tech. It would be a hell of a lot better than having a chance at working some other tech job. Besides, not everyone can throw a suit of power armor in front of Adder to fix, can they? It went on like that for a few years, and nothing important happened. The most eventful thing in those days would probably be the time someone’s radio caught on fire because some dummy thought it was overheating and accidentally spilled a whole canteen of water over it. Dumbass.

Oddly enough, Adder never made it to a vault. She took some time off and was away from the base, when she heard the sirens. They had drills for this. Get to the bunker. The only problem was that the bunker was roughly a mile away. She can’t remember the next few days after that, since everything was a painful blur, just like a lot of prewar ghouls. Since then, she’s stuck to scavenging, taking payment for repair jobs, and flying under the radar. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Living in the ruins was a pain in the ass, but she got by. Maybe one day she’ll join the Brotherhood....

These days, Adder trades a lot of her skills for an apocalyptic living wage, she still lives alone out in the ruins of Beaufort, where she can keep her stash of parts away from any militarized factions with a craving for such a thing, but she spends a good deal of time working with the Marshalls around the place, if a vehicle breaks down, hand Adder a fistful of caps and she’ll have it up and running in no time. At this point in her life, she doesn’t have much to think about, just fix things and get paid, that’s all. Working from time to time with the Marshalls gives her a sense of purpose, and it’s certainly nice to feel needed, but sometimes she wonders if this is it for her, if she’s gonna do this for the next two centuries, or something else. On the radio, Adder’s heard a few things about the Brotherhood of Steel. She’s heard that they have what they caps Scribes, who do a lot of things she does, maybe more. It would be an interesting change of pace for her, but it wouldn’t be easy, since she’s never actually met the Brotherhood.

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- Survival Characteristics -

| {Non-Combat Skills} |
Safehouse : Adder is a scavenger at heart, the very definition of a wastelander. In what used to be the prewar town of Beaufort in the Carolinas, where living wasn’t very eventful there stands an old brick building that never fell over. Adder lives here, no one comes through here. It’s quiet and full of Adder’s hauls. Boxes full of spare parts ranging from scrap metal to cogs to gun pieces. You name it, you can probably find it in there. There’s a panel in the ceiling that can be moved during rain to collect water for boiling. It’s not far from Parris Island, where Adder used to serve in the military. This means that anyone looking to get into the base could rest up there and just make a quick trip to the island.

Fixer : Adder’s damn good at rigging workarounds for pretty much anything that breaks. She can probably fix a whole suit of power armor if you give her some time. Fusion core’s not feeding the suit? Open it up, she’s got this. She can fix just about anything - especially at her hideout - from a laser weapon, to a ballistic gun, to a robot.

Scouting : As a born gearhead and having military level skill, Adder is quite good at slinking around the place and scoping out the scene before getting involved. Like a skittish fox, she can find danger befor it finds her. This also makes her good at sniffing out loot someone may have overlooked. Adder’s good at finding shortcuts with little traffic, too.

Military Access : Adder served on Paris Island before the war, so she knows how to get in, and how to get around. She wouldn’t be able to do it alone, since there’s no doubt still an active security system up and running, but if she had a team to back her up, she’d be more than capable of getting everyone in and showing everyone where to find the good stuff.

| {Possessions} |
- An absurd amount of loot, scrap parts such as capacitors, gun parts, car parts, all kinds of parts... (Safehouse)
- Her 200 year old dog tags with her name on them
- 70+ caps laying around somewhere
- A Geiger counter some tough guy lost in a knife fight
- A working radio, usually tuned to hear stuff out in the wastes, rarely anything important. Powered by fusion cells that go into a laser pistol. (Safehouse)
- One more bottle of nuka cola left...half full and it’s gone flat
- A syringe or two of med-x for if Adder gets shot. Always has at least one packed away. (Safehouse)

- Various guns, some scratched up, some don’t fire. Laser and ballistic, nothing plasma...yet. She doesn’t have the ammo to supply that many guns, but she can still trade them off. (Safehouse)

| {Combat Skills} |
Pick Your Battles : Like a cat, Adder is a skittish fighter who only fights when it’s needed. But when she’s backed into a corner, she fights for her life like an animal, she’ll go for the throat or the knees. She’ll gut you like a fish. Adder’s not afraid to get messy in a fight.

Takedown : Also like a cat, Adder is pretty good at sneaking up on people and hitting them where it hurts with her trusty old knife. If she wants, you won’t see her until it’s much too late. A lot of dangerous nights in the wastelands taught her that real quick.

| {Gear} |
- Knife
- At least a handful of caps
- A standard 10mm pistol
- 2 magazines
- Some distilled water from the house
- Small moleskin pack that holds around 5 pounds of stuff, mostly for mechanical reasons like disabling a lock or a machine, or fixing it.
-Screwdriver, loose screws, stuff like that.
-Wrench, good for smashing roaches
-Bobby pins, stick them under a protectron’s shoulder and they have an aneurism. It’s pretty funny, actually.
- Pretty much everything else she carries.

Tales from the Land of Fire | A Naruto AU Roleplay

Mizo’s clone didn’t actually react verbally to Ataru falling on his ass, it was funny, sure, and the real Mizo felt it in the dirt, but the clone simply crackled her knuckles and charged right at Ataru and his two Kunai, dodging the lightning attack that the clone didn’t even care to pay much attention to, she leapt towards Ataru’s shadow clone with a right hook aimed at its jaw, the real Mizo noted how both Atari and his clone were alarmingly close to the antlion trap.

Mizo was messing with the dirt underground, spacing out the ground to rig up a strategy that she presumed would work against some hopeless genin, nameless Kimiko, during the Chunin exams. The only problem is that this hole wouldn’t be as big as the one she’d need for such a thing to work, knowing this, she simply rigged up a few Kunai to be stuck in the walls of her space, between each kuna was string that would presumably tangle the target up, and for good measure, smoke bomb for somebody to fall an and flail to get away from, tangling themselves even more...imagine Kimiko getting smoked like that...it almost made her chuckle.