ChaoticFox

Halo: ONI Section III Blacklist

I'll have mine in sometime tonight! @Legion-114

Warplanes RP (Aviation, Dogfighting, Mecha Bosses, Flying Squad Ala Starfox Inspired)

I'm in if this is still taking flight (See what I did there? I'm sorry, that was terrible)

Halo: ONI Section III Blacklist

Still accepting applications? @Legion-114

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

July 20th, 2108
Late Evening
Northwestern Memorial hospital, Chicago

All Charlotte remembered was the squeal of her tires as she turned the corner, then seeing headlights beside her, then it all went black. She had images of red and blue lights, the inside of an ambulance, the wreckage of her car. It had happened so fast.

She woke up to the rhythmic beeping of the cardiac monitor beside her bed. When she first opened her eyes, everything was blurry and Charlotte feared she had lost her vision before realising they were her own tears. She had been crying in her semi-conscious state. It was when she tried to reach over to wipe her eyes with her left arm that she felt something seriously wrong. There was no arm, just a bandaged stub, sliced across just above where her elbow should have been. Panic overtook her and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone was sitting on her chest. The cardiac monitor sped up in response, beeping rapidly. Her vision went dark as the nurse ran in and set up an oxygen mask on her.

The next few days were all a blur. Most of the doctors had made an effort to come see their injured friend and a feeling of helplessness fell over her. Most left her get well cards, a few left balloons and one had left flowers by her bed. She had never really agreed with getting someone presents while in the hospital, what the hell were they gonna do with them? The whole idea seemed kind of silly to her.

Two doctors she had worked with before came in to discuss prosthetic options, and in return left her a mountain of paperwork to do. Then, as if a saviour in shining armor, one of her best friends and trusted partners Dr. Jeremy Carter walked in and, without even missing beat, slid the paperwork off of her side table and began to complete it while Charlotte slept. When she awoke, he stood there smiling and she couldn’t help but do the same. He held two coffees in a tray in one hand, and a brown paper bag in the other which smelled of pastries, probably from the cafe across the street. She spent the afternoon talking, laughing and enjoying pastries and coffee with her best friend, one of the better days she’d had since the accident.

July 27th 2109
Early Afternoon
Same Location

Charlotte sat in her office looking over various patient reports. She had been bored out of her mind since she lost her arm in the accident, and paperwork certainly wasn’t thrilling like surgery used to be. It was funny how life could change so drastically in such a short period of time. She flicked the translucent screen in front of her, swiping to a complete 3-D model of the spine. It highlighted an area in red where the injury had happened and between the accident report and the model, Charlotte was able to work out exactly what had caused the injury and began to figure out how to fix it. One thing was for sure, it was going to be surgical. She ran her prosthetic fingers through her hair with a sigh as she sat there like a kid trying to piece together a puzzle.

The rising rate of riots and murders in the country had filled the hospital to it’s brim and the number of neurological consults she had received was insane. Stacks of paper describing blows to the head, people that had been trampled and concussions from fist fights covered her desk. Charlotte was slightly old fashioned, keeping all of the patient reports on hard copy. She found them much easier to read like this and she was also able to take them home to work on them further, something she couldn’t do electronically as they were tightly locked up on the hospital servers. She quickly mumbled something to the AI in her office and a metal splint appeared next to the spinal model. After fiddling around with different splints for a few hours, she finally found a model and orientation that would work and quickly jotted down some notes, takings measurements for the splint and then sending in the order to the supply desk to be delivered to the doctor in charge of the case.

A few hours later Charlotte had gathered her things for a few other patients and left the hospital, greeted by the crimson sun that sat on the horizon. She hopped on a train downtown and stopped in at a coffee shop upon arrival, looking over her notes and patient portfolios as she enjoyed her usual coffee and pastry. She held the cup in her left arm which still felt foreign and uncomfortable, but it was better than nothing. Besides, it was useful for taking things out of the oven at home when she didn’t feel like getting the oven mitts out.

By the time she had gotten home it was raining, the pitch black sky unleashing a torrent of lukewarm water onto the streets of downtown Chicago. She fell asleep very quickly, exhausted from yet another day of consults. Sometimes she actually wanted to work in the ER, at least that was a little more exciting.

Day Eleven
February 10th, 2110
10:30am

The FN Herstal FNX-45 made a reassuring click as she chambered a round in it. Charlotte’s breath fogged lightly in front of her, but otherwise she felt fairly warm despite the conditions. The cargo truck bounced gently on the slightly decayed roads as they approached Washington. From what the other travellers had said, they were now about ten miles north of their destination. A few minutes passed and the truck began to sputter and cough, before the engine died outright. Charlotte holstered her pistol on her hip and hopped out of the truck, approaching the driver’s window. “What gives?” she said, tapping on the window lightly. The driver descended from the truck and looked to her, before tapping the hood “All out o’ gas I’m afraid, I thought we’d have enough to make it here.” His heavy southern accent caught her slightly off guard but she nodded and put it out of her mind.

She waved to the others as she walked on down the road, the frigid winds biting at her face. Charlotte rolled her shoulders and stretched out her false arm. It never seemed to work very well in the cold and frequent movement with it was required to keep it from completely locking up. Her large black backpack felt heavy on her shoulders after being relaxed on the truck for so long, and her trauma kit hung from her good hand, not quite dragging on the ground.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

@Caits Trust me, I know the feeling xD

Behind Shut Gates - Attack on Titan RP

I'm home! (I'd love to join.)

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

@Aeonumbra Much appreciated, thank you. Posted my CS under the characters tab and I may have a post up sometime tomorrow.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

Basic Information

Name: Charlotte Edwards
Age: 29
Nationality: Irish-American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Around 120-130lbs
Eye Color: One green, one blue (Heterochromia)
Hair Color: Dark brown

Physical Disabilities:
Prosthetic left arm from mid-bicep and on, about 80% function in comparison to it’s organic counterpart. High quality parts as she was quite upper class and was able to pay a large sum of money for it. Slower movement, full range of motion.

Physical Identifiers

• Prosthetic left arm
• Heterochromic eyes

Appearance:
Charlotte could be described as nothing less than attractive to most. Her long curly brown hair borders her gentle, welcoming face. Her body is slender, more from many missed dinners and meager breakfasts than from exercise. She has a few faded scars on her shoulders and legs from the car accident, but nothing compared to the loss of her left arm, a mechanical prosthetic in it's place.

Biography

Born as a city girl, Charlotte grew up in downtown New York city after moving from Ireland She was raised in a wealthy family who lived up in a modern highrise. She led a fairly normal childhood, excelling in her schooling and finishing public school with stellar grades. Moving into high school, she continued with her stellar grades, often found in the library studying up on her courses, all at the most advanced level of course. She didn’t have much of a social life because of this and was often taunted for being a show off and a nerd. She graduated with next to perfect grades and left the town and her past behind.

Moving down to Massachusetts, she bought herself a small condo and interviewed for a few part time jobs to help pay for school and necessities, eventually getting in at a local coffee shop. She started her schooling at MIT the following year, studying for her doctorate, along with Neuroscience on the side.

Though she ended up being quite successful in her education, the high work loads and intensity of the classes took a toll on her and she often had complete mental breakdowns while studying. To add to her stress, she had a few falling outs with close friends and a boyfriend who had left her midterm for some pretty little blonde tramp.

Five years later, she had graduated from MIT with her medical P.H.D and a degree in Pathology. She was accepted into the internship program at the Northwestern Memorial hospital in Chicago and soon after moved there to pursue her career. She worked under one of the neurosurgeons at the hospital and was quickly humbled by his skill in the field. She was no longer at the top of her class, but now, just like the rest of the interns, sitting in the low class of doctors, taking the boring cases that none of the bigshots wanted.

Finally, after years of working her way up, she had finally become a fully fledged neurosurgeon. She finally settled down her life, going through the motions everyday with the occasional patient that basically took over her life for a good month.

Though she claims it wasn't her fault, Charlotte lost most of her left arm in a car accident - she liked to drive fast at night, when the streets were empty - after getting t-boned by a transport truck. This put an end to her surgical career and left her doing ER consults and lab work, as they wouldn't let her operate with a prosthetic.

The apocalypse hit the hospital hard and Charlotte eventually quit her job. The city was becoming a trap filled with death and the dying and while she was a doctor, she couldn't help but feel as though the job they were doing was only scratching the surface.

Charlotte grabbed a bunch of medical supplies from the hospital and left at lunch to gather her things from her apartment.

She was on the road an hour later, driving down the barren highway in her pickup truck.

Extended Information

Residence: Medium sized two bedroom apartment, rather luxurious
Profession: Neurosurgeon
Aligned Faction: None
Relatives:

• Father: Aedan Edwards, deceased
• Mother: Rileigh Cavanaugh, status unknown

Starting Gear: Light parka, leather riding boots, worn jeans, black tuque

Weapons:

• FNX-45 .45 Pistol, two magazines (15rds each)
• Fixed blade knife

Trauma Kit:

• 3 rolls of gauze (varying widths)
• 10 gauze pads (varying sizes)
• trauma shears
• 2 rolls of medical tape (one cloth based, one plastic based)
• 2 tensor wraps
• 10 alcohol swabs
• tweezers
• various sizes of bandaids
• 1 tube of polysporin
• 1 moldable splint
• Space blanket
• 1 Epi-pen
• Suture kit

Black Backpack:

• Food items: 3 bottles of water (2 plastic 500mL, one aluminum 500ml), 3 cans of soup, half a bag of trail mix, a handful of granola bars, container of instant coffee
• Tools: Flashlight with an extra set of batteries, disposable lighter, box of matches, small set of silverware, pocket knife, 50ft of 550 paracord, bag of chemlights (10), zip ties, stethoscope, can opener
• Clothing: Light rain jacket, a spare set of clothing, two pairs of wool socks, running shoes

Pockets

• Smartphone
• Wallet
• 6 .45 ACP rounds

Skills:

• Medically gifted: Charlotte knows the human body inside and out and can fix most minor to intermediate injuries.
• Excellent attention to detail: Years of operating in hospitals have given Charlotte a ridiculously good eye for the little things, and her vision at distance is just above average.

Talents:

• Pitch perfect: Charlotte can tell if something is just even a touch off key. Funny enough, she can’t play an instrument to save her life.
• Truly a people person: Having worked at a hospital for most of her adult life, Charlotte excels at one on one communication. However, she is also an extremely good liar.

Other Disabilities:

• Doesn’t trust anyone: Charlotte had a hard time trusting people before the apocalypse. It is very hard to get her to open up at all, and she trusts absolutely no one.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

If @XIII is alright with it, I can forsee either competition or teaching opportunities in between the two, providing interesting role play either way.

Deadland Wasteland: The Beginning

Basic Information

Name: Charlotte Edwards
Age: 29
Nationality: Irish-American
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Sex: Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: Around 120-130lbs
Eye Color: One green, one blue (Heterochromia)
Hair Color: Dark brown

Physical Disabilities:
Prosthetic left arm from mid-bicep and on, about 80% function in comparison to it’s organic counterpart. High quality parts as she was quite upper class and was able to pay a large sum of money for it. Slower movement, full range of motion.

Physical Identifiers

• Prosthetic left arm
• Heterochromic eyes

Appearance:
Charlotte could be described as nothing less than attractive to most. Her long curly brown hair borders her gentle, welcoming face. Her body is slender, more from many missed dinners and meager breakfasts than from exercise. She has a few faded scars on her shoulders and legs from the car accident, but nothing compared to the loss of her left arm, a mechanical prosthetic in it's place.

Biography

Born as a city girl, Charlotte grew up in downtown New York city after moving from Ireland She was raised in a wealthy family who lived up in a modern highrise. She led a fairly normal childhood, excelling in her schooling and finishing public school with stellar grades. Moving into high school, she continued with her stellar grades, often found in the library studying up on her courses, all at the most advanced level of course. She didn’t have much of a social life because of this and was often taunted for being a show off and a nerd. She graduated with next to perfect grades and left the town and her past behind.

Moving down to Massachusetts, she bought herself a small condo and interviewed for a few part time jobs to help pay for school and necessities, eventually getting in at a local coffee shop. She started her schooling at MIT the following year, studying for her doctorate, along with Neuroscience on the side.

Though she ended up being quite successful in her education, the high work loads and intensity of the classes took a toll on her and she often had complete mental breakdowns while studying. To add to her stress, she had a few falling outs with close friends and a boyfriend who had left her midterm for some pretty little blonde tramp.

Five years later, she had graduated from MIT with her medical P.H.D and a degree in Pathology. She was accepted into the internship program at the Northwestern Memorial hospital in Chicago and soon after moved there to pursue her career. She worked under one of the neurosurgeons at the hospital and was quickly humbled by his skill in the field. She was no longer at the top of her class, but now, just like the rest of the interns, sitting in the low class of doctors, taking the boring cases that none of the bigshots wanted.

Finally, after years of working her way up, she had finally become a fully fledged neurosurgeon. She finally settled down her life, going through the motions everyday with the occasional patient that basically took over her life for a good month.

Though she claims it wasn't her fault, Charlotte lost most of her left arm in a car accident - she liked to drive fast at night, when the streets were empty - after getting t-boned by a transport truck. This put an end to her surgical career and left her doing ER consults and lab work, as they wouldn't let her operate with a prosthetic.

The apocalypse hit the hospital hard and Charlotte eventually quit her job. The city was becoming a trap filled with death and the dying and while she was a doctor, she couldn't help but feel as though the job they were doing was only scratching the surface.

Charlotte grabbed a bunch of medical supplies from the hospital and left at lunch to gather her things from her apartment.

She was on the road an hour later, driving down the barren highway in her pickup truck.

Extended Information

Residence: Medium sized two bedroom apartment, rather luxurious
Profession: Neurosurgeon
Aligned Faction: None
Relatives:

• Father: Aedan Edwards, deceased
• Mother: Rileigh Cavanaugh, status unknown

Starting Gear: Light parka, leather riding boots, worn jeans, black tuque

Weapons:

• FNX-45 .45 Pistol, two magazines (15rds each)
• Fixed blade knife

Trauma Kit:

• 3 rolls of gauze (varying widths)
• 10 gauze pads (varying sizes)
• trauma shears
• 2 rolls of medical tape (one cloth based, one plastic based)
• 2 tensor wraps
• 10 alcohol swabs
• tweezers
• various sizes of bandaids
• 1 tube of polysporin
• 1 moldable splint
• Space blanket
• 1 Epi-pen
• Suture kit

Black Backpack:

• Food items: 3 bottles of water (2 plastic 500mL, one aluminum 500ml), 3 cans of soup, half a bag of trail mix, a handful of granola bars, container of instant coffee
• Tools: Flashlight with an extra set of batteries, disposable lighter, box of matches, small set of silverware, pocket knife, 50ft of 550 paracord, bag of chemlights (10), zip ties, stethoscope, can opener
• Clothing: Light rain jacket, a spare set of clothing, two pairs of wool socks, running shoes

Pockets

• Smartphone
• Wallet
• 6 .45 ACP rounds

Skills:

• Medically gifted: Charlotte knows the human body inside and out and can fix most minor to intermediate injuries.
• Excellent attention to detail: Years of operating in hospitals have given Charlotte a ridiculously good eye for the little things, and her vision at distance is just above average.

Talents:

• Pitch perfect: Charlotte can tell if something is just even a touch off key. Funny enough, she can’t play an instrument to save her life.
• Truly a people person: Having worked at a hospital for most of her adult life, Charlotte excels at one on one communication. However, she is also an extremely good liar.

Other Disabilities:

• Doesn’t trust anyone: Charlotte had a hard time trusting people before the apocalypse. It is very hard to get her to open up at all, and she trusts absolutely no one.