Lady Absinthia

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Working on time jump - hold posts. Be up shortly.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Sana Rouen

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Location: Building 1 (Tower)
Interacting With: No one

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Sana stood up at the tower, looking out over Newnan and the walls that encased it. Seeing the crowd gather below she had to wonder just what in the world was going on. It wasn't that she wasn't used to being in the tower and keeping an eye out on things. It was her main duty in the town, she spent numerous shifts up in this tower and the other one in the Franklin District, but this was different. She was not scheduled to take over for tower guard until after the reception later that evening.

Lifting up her rifle she peered through the scope and took a closer look. She couldn't get a good look at what was going on Ash's porch from the angle she was dealing with but she could see the faces of those in Newnan below her that were looking dead ahead. A wave of shock seemed to go through them, several standing with their jaws agape and Miss Sally's hand came flying up to cover her mouth. Just what in the hell was going on and if it was such a shocking thing, why in the hell was Franklin being left out?

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Tatiana Korvo

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Location: Building F - Bedroom getting ready
Interacting With: No one

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Tatiana smiled as she looked in the mirror. She had teased and fluffed her hair a bit and it looked how she wanted it to right then. It was a bit wilder than she usually wore it, actually much wilder but she didn't care. This felt freer, this felt right. It was a drastic change from the usual tight braids and buns she wore to keep her hair up and out of the way but today was special.

Standing up she went to the front window in the living room and peered out. There really wasn't anyone in the streets now and she could only imagine they were all at Ash's house right then. Granted she couldn't see to his place from her front window. He was a couple of streets over and there was the Mess Hall straight between any chance of her getting a glimpse.

Shaking her head she wandered back into her bedroom and partially shut the door behind her, figuring whatever was going on she would find out soon enough. either way she wasn't going to worry about it. Her and Jack were getting married today, there hadn't be any change in those plans from what she had known. Sitting back down in front of the vanity she took a deep breath and waited to see if Meg would be able to get back soon with the make-up. She wasn't going to put on her dress until her face was done.

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Ryan O'Reliy

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Location: Building A (Outside of Ash's House)
Interacting With: Dick

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Ryan stood there next to Dick, taking a puff from his cigarette from time to time as he waited to see what all the commotion was about. When Ash came out and spoke, Ryan couldn't help but roll his eyes. "The way he's talking, we are about to get a bomb dropped on us," he said sarcastically under his breath. Sure he kept his voice down but the seething remark was easily heard by those close to him.

Then the woman stepped out. He couldn't see her face at first since she had her head lowered so her hat could cover it. Ryan tilted his head to the side some. "Great, another military ass..." he added as he flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out under his heel.

He was about to say something else when she lifted her head and started speaking. Ryan slightly froze mid stomping, like a deer in headlights. Ryan, for once in his life was speechless. Standing in front of them was the G.I. Jayne version of Zoie Crawford... Ash had dropped a bomb on them and one hell of a one at that.

After a few minutes of just being speechless, speech finally found Ryan. Only two words left his lips and he yelled them in surprise... "Holy fuck!"

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

@mnkee @Sigil @rivaan @Pundii @Sputnik @Morose

Continue forward, I will time jump a bit in my next post so people can get ready, make pre-event visits to Almacks, etc - if you wish to go ahead and move your character forward an hour or two in your next post - feel free. I have made roles and everyone is safe for now.

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

Millicent Wyndham

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Location: Wyndham Estate near Hyde Park (Inside)

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Millicent took a deep breath, hearing the door slam behind her. She had once again upset her step mother by insisting that her sisters be armed at least in the most minor sense of the word. Neither had been trained formally but knew where to stick the pointy end of a knife into someone or something. Very basic but Mrs. Wyndham would have none of it. Millicent would not go unarmed that evening though no matter what amount of fit pitching her so called mother proceeded to lash out with. Millicents first and top priority was her families safety.

Rubbing the spot above the bridge of her nose, she took another deep breath before heading back downstairs to see if her butler had found the hackney which had escorted the two others form her home earlier in the day. Thankfully he had and the boy was more than willing to let her know how things had transpired while they were with him and where they had gone. Hearing they were all safe to the best of his knowledge left Millicent with a small sense of relief. She wished they had come back here when they were finished, to thank them at least, but there was nothing she could do about it at this time.

She couldn't exactly blame either of them for not wanting to step foot back on her families property. While she had nothing against either of them, her mother was less than welcoming. Mosi was different and her mother had made it clear that this was unacceptable. Granted she didn't understand Mosi herself but she respected the woman. Not to mention that Virginia was a friend of hers, so that made her perfectly fine in Millicents book. Then there was Fryor... Poor man, her mother had made him the brunt of her tittering last time they had met in public and even though Millicent had put her mother in her place for it she felt it was not enough. The man was kind and brave from what she could tell, he didn't deserve such babblings. Even with the scar he was quite handsome, perhaps even more so because of it.

Shaking away the thoughts she wandered upstairs to finish preparing for the evening. It was sure to be a long one.

Elizaveta Romanova

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Location: St. Etheldreda's - Undercroft

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"Yes, of course," Elizaveta said without hesitation. Following Mary down from her private quarters and into the bowels of the church. This was not where she had expected to see this day but events had changed and circumstances had arose that called for a change of plans. Gathering the folds of her skirt she made her way behind Mary to meet with the two gentlemen that were down there with the body.

She had already met the bishop on her arrival but this other man she did not know. Seeing Gerard she gave him a peaceful smile before turning her attention to the bishop who quickly passed on the information that Gerard had provided to him just moments before their arrival.

Elizaveta tilted her head to the side and stepped over to the body, her fingers resting lightly over the woman's as she seemed to become lost in thought. After a moment she finally blinked and looked back up towards Mary, the Bishop, and Gerard in turn before turning and calling out to her guards.

"Bystro poluchit' moi veshchi," she said in a calm and even tone in her mother tongue before turning back to the others. One of her guards posted at the base of the stairs darted up them quickly to do as he was told.

"She has passed but will remain unless we act quickly. The Soulless has spread to her, she will rise again. I can sever the connection if you will permit me to do so."

🦄 Lady A's Facades

Sunie Marks

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Sunie Marks

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Character Summary

Name: Sunie Jamison Marks
Sobriquet: Smith, Goldie
Age: 37
Birthday: March 4th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social Class: Working Class
Birth Planet: Georgia
Occupation: Weapons Smith
Citizenship: Philian
Allegiance: Separatist

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Slender and toned
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Blue-green with flakes of gold
Hair/Wig: Light blonde, wavy with course texture, kept relatively short
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions, small tattoo of an anvil on her right inner wrist, long scar that runs around her left shoulder and underarm.
Misc: Left arm is completely clear of all scars (it is a complete bio enhanced cybernetic replacement from her shoulder down)
Style of Apparel: Sunie prefers to dress for comfort and usually dresses in tones of yellow and gold clothing. Pants, loose fitting shirts or tank tops, boots, long duster jacket she wears when she leaves the shop. She can dress more high end and blend in well but prefers comfort and function over form.

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Persona

Kind * Brash * Adaptable * Intense * Self-Reliant * Experimental

Personality: Sunie tends to keep to herself, always have. The life of a Merc made her develop a walled heart and soul; one that still remains to this day. She will rarely speak about how she feels if it is dealing with something personal. Work related however and just general chit chat she can be a bit of a motor mouth. She leaps before she thinks much of the time, especially if it comes to someone she is loyal to. Her loyalty runs deep when it comes to the few people breathing she calls friends.

Ever adaptable she can usually come up with some out of the box idea quickly to get the job done. It has helped her a great deal with her smithing, becoming one of the top weapons smiths in the area. Her skills are high sought after but she tries to only sell to a select group of people, all of her weapons are customized for the user. Yet times being what they are, sometimes you just have to sell to whoever has the money. Underneath everything, even that fiery temper and cold persona, she is actually a very kind and loving person. This can make things intense at times; especially if she is trying to keep those feelings under wraps.
Self-Image: Sunie sees herself as a work in progress, one that has crashed and burned many times before. Like with the weapons she creates and perfects, there is always a long trail of failures. Such is the same with her life. She has tried so much but as she fails as one thing it points her in a new direction. She sees herself as 10,000 ways on how not to live.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Hobbies:

• Tinkering

Tics:

• Smoking, constantly keeping one between her lips in her hands or behind her hear to fidget with
• Chewing on her bottom lip

Insecurities:

• Most of her scars do not bother her but the long one that runs where her arm used to be does, she keeps it covered as best she can and doesn't like people looking at it.
• Her height, while when she was a merc it really didn't bother has as much but since she has switched out to be a weapons smith and dealing with customers now face to face she has found that her height isn't taken as well when dealing with the opposite sex and it has lead to her being self conscious about it.

Fears:

• Loosing her shop (and by it her income)
• Having another limb have to be replaced
• Seeing her Ex-Husband again

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Wine
• Working in her shop
• Sitting on the beach and listening to the waves crash
• Riding her motorcycle
• Hanging out at the local watering hole

Dislikes :

• Stuff in her coffee
• Losing her smokes
• Having issues with her cyber-ware
• Dealing with Idiots
• Stuffy settings
• Having to dress up for really anything

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Skills & Gear

General Skills:

• Engineering
• Mechanics
• Weapons Smithing
• Quick Thinking
• Negotiations
• Information Acquisition

Action Skills:

• Stunt Driving
• Close Quarters Combat
• Knife Fighting
• Pistols
• Athletics

Personal Possessions:

• Clothing - currently pale gold trousers, white tank top, smithing apron, welding goggles
• Side Arm shoulder holster
• Ruger Mark II 22/45 - Modified for accuracy
• Duster
• Lighter
• Smokes
• Wallet (with some local currency)
• ID
• Keys
• Motorcycle

Stash:

• Melted down Wedding Ring
• Computer
• Hearth
• Welding tools
• Various scrap metals
• Files
• Anvil
• Work Station - Flat table(heat resistant), nuts, bolts, grips, etc
• Tool kit
• Water Barrel

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History

Opinions on Revolution: Revolution is never an easy thing, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything for something larger than yourself. This means laying your life on the line as well as others but the thing is you have to walk that tightrope carefully to ensure you don't become the very thing you hate. Am I for a revolution? Yes. I'm tired of seeing the streets where I was born and raised be nothing but a walking mausoleum. I see the footsteps of the dead before they even draw their last breath. The people should be allowed to breathe the fresh air without worrying that it will be their last. It's time.
History: Sunie was born in New Cardiff, in what she refers to as Cheap Side. A poor industrial side of town to Megan and Chris Marks. She is the eldest of three sisters and all of them were unwanted. Not completely unwanted but it put a harder strain on their parents than they were able to deal with. Growing up on the streets and fending for herself and her sisters taught her quickly how to get what she needed, or at least how to get enough to keep them with food in their bellies.

By the time she came of age Sunie was working as an apprentice in weapons smithing shop. It was nothing spectacular but it provided some income for her family as well as some weapons to be able to defend themselves against the more desperate in the area. Her sisters followed in her footsteps, learning how to take care of themselves but they were a tad more sheltered thanks to Sunie than Sunie had been. Both her parents having lost all hope became the girls responsibility. Their age catching up with them has not helped and they look at themselves as useless which just adds to the work that Sunie and her sisters have to do to keep things running.

Sunies mentor died some ten years ago in a shop accident which left Sunie without her left arm. This was devastating but there was a small light at the end of the tunnel, her mentor left the shop to Sunie since he did not have any children. This was a godsend and a curse. Sure, now they had a better grasp on financials for a while and allowed her to get a state of the art replacement but being a weapons smith is not easy, especially when you are wanting to be part of a revolution. Having so many from the government coming in and demanding pieces is not easy, especially since they refuse to pay what each piece is worth. They are barely able to keep their heads above water right now and it is leaving a foul taste in Sunies mouth. It is only a matter of time before Sunie either snaps or their drown.

Motto: Your head is three seconds from going into my furnace.
Theme Song:

Extras:

• Favorite Ice-cream: Butter-pecan
• Sisters Names: Sana and Lola

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

Sunie Marks

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Sunie Marks

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Character Summary

Name: Sunie Jamison Marks
Sobriquet: Smith, Goldie
Age: 37
Birthday: March 4th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social Class: Working Class
Birth Planet: Georgia
Occupation: Weapons Smith
Citizenship: Philian
Allegiance: Separatist

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Slender and toned
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Blue-green with flakes of gold
Hair/Wig: Light blonde, wavy with course texture, kept relatively short
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions, small tattoo of an anvil on her right inner wrist, long scar that runs around her left shoulder and underarm.
Misc: Left arm is completely clear of all scars (it is a complete bio enhanced cybernetic replacement from her shoulder down)
Style of Apparel: Sunie prefers to dress for comfort and usually dresses in tones of yellow and gold clothing. Pants, loose fitting shirts or tank tops, boots, long duster jacket she wears when she leaves the shop. She can dress more high end and blend in well but prefers comfort and function over form.

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Persona

Kind * Brash * Adaptable * Intense * Self-Reliant * Experimental

Personality: Sunie tends to keep to herself, always have. The life of a Merc made her develop a walled heart and soul; one that still remains to this day. She will rarely speak about how she feels if it is dealing with something personal. Work related however and just general chit chat she can be a bit of a motor mouth. She leaps before she thinks much of the time, especially if it comes to someone she is loyal to. Her loyalty runs deep when it comes to the few people breathing she calls friends.

Ever adaptable she can usually come up with some out of the box idea quickly to get the job done. It has helped her a great deal with her smithing, becoming one of the top weapons smiths in the area. Her skills are high sought after but she tries to only sell to a select group of people, all of her weapons are customized for the user. Yet times being what they are, sometimes you just have to sell to whoever has the money. Underneath everything, even that fiery temper and cold persona, she is actually a very kind and loving person. This can make things intense at times; especially if she is trying to keep those feelings under wraps.
Self-Image: Sunie sees herself as a work in progress, one that has crashed and burned many times before. Like with the weapons she creates and perfects, there is always a long trail of failures. Such is the same with her life. She has tried so much but as she fails as one thing it points her in a new direction. She sees herself as 10,000 ways on how not to live.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Hobbies:

• Tinkering

Tics:

• Smoking, constantly keeping one between her lips in her hands or behind her hear to fidget with
• Chewing on her bottom lip

Insecurities:

• Most of her scars do not bother her but the long one that runs where her arm used to be does, she keeps it covered as best she can and doesn't like people looking at it.
• Her height, while when she was a merc it really didn't bother has as much but since she has switched out to be a weapons smith and dealing with customers now face to face she has found that her height isn't taken as well when dealing with the opposite sex and it has lead to her being self conscious about it.

Fears:

• Loosing her shop (and by it her income)
• Having another limb have to be replaced
• Seeing her Ex-Husband again

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Wine
• Working in her shop
• Sitting on the beach and listening to the waves crash
• Riding her motorcycle
• Hanging out at the local watering hole

Dislikes :

• Stuff in her coffee
• Losing her smokes
• Having issues with her cyber-ware
• Dealing with Idiots
• Stuffy settings
• Having to dress up for really anything

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Skills & Gear

General Skills:

• Engineering
• Mechanics
• Weapons Smithing
• Quick Thinking
• Negotiations
• Information Acquisition

Action Skills:

• Stunt Driving
• Close Quarters Combat
• Knife Fighting
• Pistols
• Athletics

Personal Possessions:

• Clothing - currently pale gold trousers, white tank top, smithing apron, welding goggles
• Side Arm shoulder holster
• Ruger Mark II 22/45 - Modified for accuracy
• Duster
• Lighter
• Smokes
• Wallet (with some local currency)
• ID
• Keys
• Motorcycle

Stash:

• Melted down Wedding Ring
• Computer
• Hearth
• Welding tools
• Various scrap metals
• Files
• Anvil
• Work Station - Flat table(heat resistant), nuts, bolts, grips, etc
• Tool kit
• Water Barrel

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History

Opinions on Revolution: Revolution is never an easy thing, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything for something larger than yourself. This means laying your life on the line as well as others but the thing is you have to walk that tightrope carefully to ensure you don't become the very thing you hate. Am I for a revolution? Yes. I'm tired of seeing the streets where I was born and raised be nothing but a walking mausoleum. I see the footsteps of the dead before they even draw their last breath. The people should be allowed to breathe the fresh air without worrying that it will be their last. It's time.
History: Sunie was born in New Cardiff, in what she refers to as Cheap Side. A poor industrial side of town to Megan and Chris Marks. She is the eldest of three sisters and all of them were unwanted. Not completely unwanted but it put a harder strain on their parents than they were able to deal with. Growing up on the streets and fending for herself and her sisters taught her quickly how to get what she needed, or at least how to get enough to keep them with food in their bellies.

By the time she came of age Sunie was working as an apprentice in weapons smithing shop. It was nothing spectacular but it provided some income for her family as well as some weapons to be able to defend themselves against the more desperate in the area. Her sisters followed in her footsteps, learning how to take care of themselves but they were a tad more sheltered thanks to Sunie than Sunie had been. Both her parents having lost all hope became the girls responsibility. Their age catching up with them has not helped and they look at themselves as useless which just adds to the work that Sunie and her sisters have to do to keep things running.

Sunies mentor died some ten years ago in a shop accident which left Sunie without her left arm. This was devastating but there was a small light at the end of the tunnel, her mentor left the shop to Sunie since he did not have any children. This was a godsend and a curse. Sure, now they had a better grasp on financials for a while and allowed her to get a state of the art replacement but being a weapons smith is not easy, especially when you are wanting to be part of a revolution. Having so many from the government coming in and demanding pieces is not easy, especially since they refuse to pay what each piece is worth. They are barely able to keep their heads above water right now and it is leaving a foul taste in Sunies mouth. It is only a matter of time before Sunie either snaps or their drown.

Motto: Your head is three seconds from going into my furnace.
Theme Song:

Extras:

• Favorite Ice-cream: Butter-pecan
• Sisters Names: Sana and Lola

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

@Sigil @Morose @FantasyChic @BlueSky44 @Dragoknighte - Okay, once everyone has posted at least once since my last post we will be doing a bit of a time/action jump to move things along.

Common Sense - A Post-Post-Apocalyptic Revolutionary Tale

I think I covered everything -

Sunie Marks

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Sunie Marks

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Character Summary

Name: Sunie Jamison Marks
Sobriquet: Smith, Goldie
Age: 37
Birthday: March 4th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Social Class: Working Class
Birth Planet: Georgia
Occupation: Weapons Smith
Citizenship: Philian
Allegiance: Separatist

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Appearance

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Slender and toned
Skin Tone: Fair
Eye Color: Blue-green with flakes of gold
Hair/Wig: Light blonde, wavy with course texture, kept relatively short
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings: Numerous scars from various missions, small tattoo of an anvil on her right inner wrist, long scar that runs around her left shoulder and underarm.
Misc: Left arm is completely clear of all scars (it is a complete bio enhanced cybernetic replacement from her shoulder down)
Style of Apparel: Sunie prefers to dress for comfort and usually dresses in tones of yellow and gold clothing. Pants, loose fitting shirts or tank tops, boots, long duster jacket she wears when she leaves the shop. She can dress more high end and blend in well but prefers comfort and function over form.

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Persona

Kind * Brash * Adaptable * Intense * Self-Reliant * Experimental

Personality: Sunie tends to keep to herself, always have. The life of a Merc made her develop a walled heart and soul; one that still remains to this day. She will rarely speak about how she feels if it is dealing with something personal. Work related however and just general chit chat she can be a bit of a motor mouth. She leaps before she thinks much of the time, especially if it comes to someone she is loyal to. Her loyalty runs deep when it comes to the few people breathing she calls friends.

Ever adaptable she can usually come up with some out of the box idea quickly to get the job done. It has helped her a great deal with her smithing, becoming one of the top weapons smiths in the area. Her skills are high sought after but she tries to only sell to a select group of people, all of her weapons are customized for the user. Yet times being what they are, sometimes you just have to sell to whoever has the money. Underneath everything, even that fiery temper and cold persona, she is actually a very kind and loving person. This can make things intense at times; especially if she is trying to keep those feelings under wraps.
Self-Image: Sunie sees herself as a work in progress, one that has crashed and burned many times before. Like with the weapons she creates and perfects, there is always a long trail of failures. Such is the same with her life. She has tried so much but as she fails as one thing it points her in a new direction. She sees herself as 10,000 ways on how not to live.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Divorced
Hobbies:

• Tinkering

Tics:

• Smoking, constantly keeping one between her lips in her hands or behind her hear to fidget with
• Chewing on her bottom lip

Insecurities:

• Most of her scars do not bother her but the long one that runs where her arm used to be does, she keeps it covered as best she can and doesn't like people looking at it.
• Her height, while when she was a merc it really didn't bother has as much but since she has switched out to be a weapons smith and dealing with customers now face to face she has found that her height isn't taken as well when dealing with the opposite sex and it has lead to her being self conscious about it.

Fears:

• Loosing her shop (and by it her income)
• Having another limb have to be replaced
• Seeing her Ex-Husband again

Likes:

• Smoking
• Drinking Wine
• Working in her shop
• Sitting on the beach and listening to the waves crash
• Riding her motorcycle
• Hanging out at the local watering hole

Dislikes :

• Stuff in her coffee
• Losing her smokes
• Having issues with her cyber-ware
• Dealing with Idiots
• Stuffy settings
• Having to dress up for really anything

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Skills & Gear

General Skills:

• Engineering
• Mechanics
• Weapons Smithing
• Quick Thinking
• Negotiations
• Information Acquisition

Action Skills:

• Stunt Driving
• Close Quarters Combat
• Knife Fighting
• Pistols
• Athletics

Personal Possessions:

• Clothing - currently pale gold trousers, white tank top, smithing apron, welding goggles
• Side Arm shoulder holster
• Ruger Mark II 22/45 - Modified for accuracy
• Duster
• Lighter
• Smokes
• Wallet (with some local currency)
• ID
• Keys
• Motorcycle

Stash:

• Melted down Wedding Ring
• Computer
• Hearth
• Welding tools
• Various scrap metals
• Files
• Anvil
• Work Station - Flat table(heat resistant), nuts, bolts, grips, etc
• Tool kit
• Water Barrel

---

History

Opinions on Revolution: Revolution is never an easy thing, you have to be willing to sacrifice everything for something larger than yourself. This means laying your life on the line as well as others but the thing is you have to walk that tightrope carefully to ensure you don't become the very thing you hate. Am I for a revolution? Yes. I'm tired of seeing the streets where I was born and raised be nothing but a walking mausoleum. I see the footsteps of the dead before they even draw their last breath. The people should be allowed to breathe the fresh air without worrying that it will be their last. It's time.
History: Sunie was born in New Cardiff, in what she refers to as Cheap Side. A poor industrial side of town to Megan and Chris Marks. She is the eldest of three sisters and all of them were unwanted. Not completely unwanted but it put a harder strain on their parents than they were able to deal with. Growing up on the streets and fending for herself and her sisters taught her quickly how to get what she needed, or at least how to get enough to keep them with food in their bellies.

By the time she came of age Sunie was working as an apprentice in weapons smithing shop. It was nothing spectacular but it provided some income for her family as well as some weapons to be able to defend themselves against the more desperate in the area. Her sisters followed in her footsteps, learning how to take care of themselves but they were a tad more sheltered thanks to Sunie than Sunie had been. Both her parents having lost all hope became the girls responsibility. Their age catching up with them has not helped and they look at themselves as useless which just adds to the work that Sunie and her sisters have to do to keep things running.

Sunies mentor died some ten years ago in a shop accident which left Sunie without her left arm. This was devastating but there was a small light at the end of the tunnel, her mentor left the shop to Sunie since he did not have any children. This was a godsend and a curse. Sure, now they had a better grasp on financials for a while and allowed her to get a state of the art replacement but being a weapons smith is not easy, especially when you are wanting to be part of a revolution. Having so many from the government coming in and demanding pieces is not easy, especially since they refuse to pay what each piece is worth. They are barely able to keep their heads above water right now and it is leaving a foul taste in Sunies mouth. It is only a matter of time before Sunie either snaps or their drown.

Motto: Your head is three seconds from going into my furnace.
Theme Song:

Extras:

• Favorite Ice-cream: Butter-pecan
• Sisters Names: Sana and Lola

_{*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.}

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Caits It was about the rp, but no worries now. I just didn't want any spoilers until after everyone in the rp had a chance to log in and read Sigils last post. Since everyone has now, we're in the clear so it's all good.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

@Charnobylisk I will kick, not joking.