Mag Lev

*POSITIVE* LGBT++ hangout, anybody? *CIS/STRAIGHT WELCOME TOO* :D

Mechwarrior: Muting the Word (Battletech RP during the Word of Blake Jihad)

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Post Your Pikcha

Been too long

Been too long since I posted an update. Have since grown out my hair and started styling it.

*POSITIVE* LGBT++ hangout, anybody? *CIS/STRAIGHT WELCOME TOO* :D

Casually rolls in

I... heard talk of pies, cakes, and hats >__>

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@Dynamo Frokane@hayley@Superman

Right now, the motive for the intros is intended to be the Murderer. For Solomon, one could detail how his activity has been bad for business, pushing people away out of fear that they would get killed if they went out at night. For Samantha, it could be a general fear for her family, wanting to make sure she is okay but being split between working to make repairs to Blackwatch and Civilian vehicles or being there with them. Maybe she even wants to solve the mystery of the murder thinking that she may see things the Blackwatch investigators overlooked while they were searching the crime scenes. Lucas is a bit difficult. As he lives outside of the GNYC, he wouldn't know about the murders. Yet, he'd likely know about the sighting of a scavenger from GNYC (Sonya) and a possible raid by a group of bandits on the city for the supplies they want. He has more free-form in what he can do because he isn't in GNYC.

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GNYC- Four Miles from the Walls, 7:30 AM March 1st, 2020

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It had happened again, another murder inside the walls of the GNYC. They were becoming more frequent, having started in early December of last year with a murder every few weeks and not reaching a culmination of a murder near every day. Some days, people were afraid to go anywhere alone and the curfew was tighter. Some men and women from Blackwatch were taken out of service to investigate some months back but they had gotten nowhere in their works. The killer was crafty, striking at night just before curfew but at a time when somebody was bound to be in the streets. Whoever was committing the murders covered their footprints and used simple, though effective, crime scene investigation skills to inhibit the investigation afterwards.

Many Blackwatch members have grown uneasy though at the idea of a killer whom they can’t catch, one who can kill effectively in silence. Were this killer able to strike at them when they were spread thin, Blackwatch could crumble and lose the power it has over the Colony. Some suggest the Railmen to be the source, others an insider of the Blackwatch, while some question if it is possible that the killer is one of them and simply is just hiding amongst the crowds. As if the paranoia of the murders was not enough, the last shipment from NAS had never arrived even with the knowledge that it would be late. They had been late before, but never by several weeks. People are afraid to go out during the day, even the scavengers are afraid to leave their homes.

Their fear only has been made worse after nearly a dozen guards were injured by a car bomb near one of the gates, the medical staff being forced to work almost over time to sew up the injured and remove the shrapnel as best they could. The Railmen were faring no better, what with the recent increase in Reborn which had appeared in the Subways. It was likely somebody was leading them down there or they were multiplying but tensions amongst the guards down there were running high. Men slept little, ate even less, and generally feared for their lives. The Purple line had it worse out of all of them, fewer guards willing to go down to protect as more of the Reborn seemingly threw themselves against the trains and spiked barricades. More of those they had once recognized from their lives in NYC appearing in the line, all of them Reborn.

The night before, a powerful storm rocked the entire area, waves surging over the banks by nearly ten feet and making the natural harbor of the area near impossible to navigate without running into something. If one were not prepared for a wave, they could easily be thrown off a boat and into the waters below. With the passing of the storm, Blackwatch decided to send out a ship this morning to look at the nearby lands in hopes of finding anything worth scavenging, knowing full well that it was unlikely but still possible that some survivors had lost supplies that night. They knew not what they would find, but the boat certainly would soon arrive at its first stop, Liberty Island. With tensions high in the GNYC, who knows what could happen. All it may need is one push for a block to come tumbling out of place and the precarious tower which it supports to come falling down.

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Times Square- 7:45 AM, March 1st, 2020

Another meeting between the near hundreds of scavengers which inhabited the GNYC and another boring day of area assignment.

The young woman couldn’t help but seem anymore disinterested as she casually listened to her squad leader preach at her about the rules of scavenging safety. Don’t go alone, travel quietly and slowly, look where you are going. The same spiel that he had said for nigh some odd years since he was given the position. Though, there was something to be said about the kind and caring man who had taken over when the last squad leader committed suicide. He kept track of each of his members, often going out of his way to visit some of them after a mission or share his rations with them. He was, by far, Sonya’s most favorite squad leader amongst all of the scavengers. She felt like… he was a brother to her and, as much as that made her afraid, it also made her happy.

Long had been the days that Sonya had to live with being near alone, even with the small and near close knit family which she had in the apartment. She had grown distant from all of them at this point, her Father barely even being little more than an afterthought when she did anything. Though, she had to admit that sometimes she found herself drawing portraits of her brothers or her Mother. She remembered how they were… before. They had been so happy, so full of life at one time that she couldn’t help but feel the explosive burst of energy whenever she had been around them. Now, she was unsure if her other brother was even alive and her Dad was hardly ever the same since… that day.

”Sonya, you’ll be staying in the Colony for today. After your run in with a few Outsiders yesterday, we don’t want you going out else you may become a target for them. Lord knows that they are likely watching our movements by now.” His voice cut through Sonya’s daydreams, her eyes lowering from the overcast sky to his eyes. She grimaced slightly at being told that she was stay there for the day, knowing full well that she would have nothing to do but sit around or wander the streets. Yet, Sonya quickly shook her head and looked towards the sky again with a sigh. Hating the idea though she did, Sonya had to admit that it was for the best to stay inside after having nearly been shot upon meeting the Outsiders.

”Aye aye sir, can do. Shouldn’t be too hard to do nothing all day.” Her voice seemed cheery but her face gave off the near opposite feeling.

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Sonya the Scavenger

Sonya Caroline Wallace

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Sonya was, once, what people considered to be beautiful. Her pale skin, once a marvelous wonder, has since been almost ruined by dirt and grime which accrued over the years since she the Reborn had come. Her eyes often half closed, bags underneath from many sleepless nights, seem always aware despite the lack of sleep being obvious. Almost underweight for a woman her size, she seems more muscle and bone than anything else. Her disheveled, nearly shoulder length, brown hair is normally kept in a tight ponytail or covered up by a hood.

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Age: 26
Sex: Female
Height/Weight: 5’7”, 128lbs

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Personality: Sonya is, at her base level, a realist and believes that the chances of survival are ever decreasing. Despite that, she puts on a show for everybody else as an optimist so as to not lower the morale of the Colony anymore than it has already fallen. She does hope for the world to better itself, to fight off a foe which could be beaten even if it seemed inhuman in doing so. Perpetually kind and caring, Sonya comes off motherly to those younger than herself and occasionally doing the same for those who are older.

Likes: Being around people, Rain, Summer, and Roses.

Dislikes: Rations, Gunfire, Combat, and the Cold.

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Origins: A small coastal town in Maine.

Backstory: Sonya, the only daughter and youngest of four children, lived a sheltered life for the most part in coastal Maine. Her Father worked on a lobster boat and her Mother was a vet, her brothers for the most part left her alone while they roughed each other up. Her oldest two brothers, them being twins, left for the Army together when she was thirteen. They promised her they’d come back together, but they didn’t. Jimmy, the younger twin, came back home with his brother’s body and dog tags. He had never been the same after that, simply sitting at the window and staring out near all day until he committed suicide a few months after Sonya turned sixteen and the Reborn first appeared.

They thought to bury Jimmy next to his brother, that is… until he started to move again as if he was alive. Sonya’s Mother was elated, her Father mortified by the appearance of his then oldest son still alive. Sonya knew something was wrong the moment he came back though, men aren’t suppose to get back up after a bullet to the head ya know. Around that time, her other brother moved out and went down to NYC to pursue a career in art. Sonya… she saw first hand how violent the Reborn could be years back when her own brother attacked her Mom. Her Father ran her out of the house and they blocked the doors, leaving Jimmy and the body alone. More and more violence struck up among the Reborn and living in the town and they ran for the hills.

They went to NYC, to visit Sonya’s brother at his flat in hopes of finding a safe place to live. What they found was a flat full of his friends, barely any room for anybody to fit but they felt like family after the first few months. They got to know each other and Sonya came to trust them, eventually being allowed to go out with them to scavenge the food from stores. When the first news of the GNYC reached her small apartment family, they were elated. All of them rushed to the Colony and were admitted, quickly gaining back what was at least a mockery of a normal life. Sonya was given a job as a scavenger, one of the few allowed out of the walls. Her agile speed and ability to stay calm around the Reborn made her perfect for the job. It is one she has held for the her entire life in the Colony.

Profession: Scavenger

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Equipment/weaponry:
-Large backpack- Capable of carrying around 50lbs of supplies when necessary.
-Lighter- For light of course
-Flashlight(Crank powered)- For when she needs a brighter light
-Machete- To protect herself of course
-Smith and Wesson .45 Colt Revolver- Sometimes you need to protect yourself from more than just the Reborn. 12 rounds available
-Pencil and Notebook- For writing important information down or just doodling.

Other: In her free time, Sonya draws and paints. She isn’t the best artist but she has gotten better of the years. It keeps her mind of the Reborn outside and her hand steady.

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Name: Bart Solomons

Age: 31

Origins: The Bronx, NYC

Current Look

Personality: Violent, Paranoid, Brooding, Shrewd.

Likes: Fighting, Cheap Drugs, Gambling, Cage Fights, Old Documentaries, Grilled Chicken.

Dislikes: Cops, Gambling Debts, Anti-Semites, Switchblades, Going Hungry, Political Debates.

Backstory: Bartholomew Jacob Solomons was born into a strict Jewish family on the southside of the Bronx. His mother, who was mainly sick due to her diabetes was a hairdresser that worked from home, she was also very religous and would preach scripture to her son to install the fear of god in him to keep him subdued. His father was a city councilmen who had a bad reputation as a drunk and womanizer. Bart hated both of his parents and their neglect lead to him becoming a nasty and resentful boy growing up. Although he was intellectually gifted, his anger issues lead to him getting in constant trouble at school. But because of his father's position in the city he would always avoid serious trouble such as juvenile facilities which lead to the label of him being the 'privileged' kid at his very rough school which in turn would lead to more fights and disruption.

At age 14, after attacking his hebrew school teacher with a chair, he was sent to live with Uncle Bobby in Brooklyn, who owned a local fighting gym near the NY underground. Bobby quickly enrolled Bart at the gym to learn boxing as an outlet for his anger issues, which had an interesting effect. Bart loved boxing, he completely embraced the sweet science and it did in fact calm him down, while still cynical, his training and sparring allowed him to keep his temper in check. But while boxing made him less wild, it made him more dangerous. He went from being a scattered explosion to a controlled demolition, he was able to focus his violent tendencies and really hurt people that he had a problem with. After winning a local boxing tournament at 17, the local Russian-Jewish mob hired him as a junior enforcer to their backroom gambling dens, which is where Bart got acquainted not only with high stakes poker and blackjack, but also the criminal element of new york. From that point he never heard from his parents again. until the out break when he was 21 years old, he lived a life of street fighting, collecting gambling debts, and stealing cars.

When the outbreak did hit New York, Bart took the breakdown of society fairly well, he was a borderline sociopath to begin with and only really cared about his uncle (who died of cancer 3 weeks before the outbreak). The life of crime and danger in the mob had prepared Bart to be a 'survivor' when the riots and looting started, he was quite happy to use his intimidation and fighting skills to muscle anything he wanted out of people to stay alive in the now hellish city. For 6 years, Bart lived alone, simply stealing everything he needed and surviving as a loner and a thug while dodging the cops (who have a fairly sizable bounty on his head.)

But 3 years ago, Bart decided to something constructive with his knowledge and skills and opened up a gambling den in Manhattan, which citizens would visit not only for entertainment, but to gamble rations and resources and try and improve their living. Bart owns the den as the sole enforcer, manager and bookie, establishing a very fierce reputation as the shady backroom figure who 'keeps the numbers running'. Bart Solomons now has his anger under control, and he feels at home.

Profession: Runs 'Solomon's' a gambling den and fight club in Downtown Manhattan (which is just outside of the GNYC)

Equipment/weaponry: Knuckle Dusters, Sawn-Off Shotgun (9 Shells), Pack of Cards, A few cigarettes and lighter.

Other: Solomon's life in the mob has made him a dangerous and skilled criminal. He is proficient in the use of pistols and shotguns, he is an excellent boxer and street fighter and has a lot of experience of breaking into and hot-wiring cars.

@Dynamo Frokane

Accepted, go ahead and move our resident career criminal over to the CS Tabs.

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Still open for applications?

@Severe Triage

Sure mate.

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I hope this is OK. Please let me know if I've misunderstood or overlooked anything or if there's anything you want me to change. :)

Samantha Whittaker

Appearance:
Sam stands at an fairly average 5'5", Her body is slim but muscular, with wiry muscles visible beneath her café-latté skin. Her slender frame creates an illusion of smallness about her, but she is not by any means weak. Her complexion has a washed-out, almost sickly-pale tone to it, from a decade of sun deprivation. Both of Sam's ears are pierced, several times on both sides, and she has a small nose ring too. Day to day, she wears a once-white, durable tank top and rugged, comfortably loose jeans. She occasionally wears an oversized khaki military style jacket but doesn't like the bulky, restrictive nature of outerwear. Her black, steel-toed worker's boots are older than she is, but in surprisingly good shape.

Face. Warning: Massive pic. Must resize...later

Name: Samantha "Sam" Whittaker

Age: 17

Origins: New York.

Personality:
Sam is by most people's definition a very hardened person. By GYNC standards though, though, she's sweet, kind, trusting and trustworthy; some might even go as far as to call her naive, but they would be mistaken. Though she is often generous, helpful and accommodating to those around her, she takes care of herself and her family foremost. She has an intelligence and an inquisitiveness to her that others find intriguing, if not a little strange, and she loves figuring out how things work. She will often squirrel herself away for hours taking apart and rebuilding some piece of tech or other that she's swiped while unattended. Her 'toys' will usually end up back where she found them in good working order, sometimes with parts missing, sometimes with parts they didn't have before. In a stitch, she prefers to puzzle her way out than depend on her strength, but her lightness and agility usually get her through if she has few options. Still, she's lost her fair share of fights. The beatings she has taken have only served to fuel her fierceness and teach her how not to lose.

Likes:

• Puzzles, mystery, fixing things
• Sweet foods, junk food when she can get it
• Exploring the underground, running and climbing
• Reading, when she can get her hands on good books
• Learning long words
• Alcohol
• Her sisters

Dislikes:

• Ration food. Even after all these years, it tastes like salty dirt to her. Often she'll avoid it, but hunger soon takes control.
• Anyone she decides poses a threat to her or her family.
• Thieves
• People with few interests
• Sometimes she fears that she will never be more than she is right now. She is afraid that her duty to her family will stop her from achieving her dreams. She hates herself for even thinking of them that way.

Background:
Before the apocalypse, Sam, her sister Lily (2 years younger) and their mother lived on the streets, moving from squat to doorway to squat again. Their mother had a history of undiagnosed mental illness, and one facet of this was that she suffered paranoid delusions. Thus the family never stayed in one place long, never had an official address, never stayed in a hostel or shelter, or anywhere "they" could find them. Sam and her little sister never really got a chance at any kind of formal education, even before the world ended. As Sam's mother's mental health continued to deteriorate, Sam began to become the crutch of the family, and even at her drastically young age was caring for both her infant sister and her mother. At some point between four and six months before the apocalypse, Sam's mother fell pregnant again. When the reborn began to return to New York, the pregnant woman and her ragged little family were among the first to take up residence in the safety of the underground stations. Of course, they weren't really 'safe', just safe from Sam's mother's imagined persecuters. The kinds of threats they were likely to find down there weren't all that different from those they'd faced living in squats, and they'd survived that...

For the last 10 years, the red line has been home to Sam, her sisters and her mother. The family is well settled into the red line community, and people know who Sam and her sisters are. Knowing that their mother is incapable of providing for them, others have occasionally taken pity and many view Sam in a daughterly way, or as their own little sister. Little more has affected them, besides the odd thief and underground brawl, and after spending a decade of her youth 'getting by' Sam has had to create her own passions to avoid losing her mind. It's for this reason that boring people infuriate her. On a more-than-occasional basis, Sam likes to drink to relax. She figures that as long as it doesn't get in the way of taking care of her family or doing her job, it can't really do much harm, and at any rate, Lily's old enough to take over when Sam feels like she deserves a break. It's her one real vice, but not like she's the only one around here who does it.

Sam loves mystery, adventure, and figuring things out. Thus, her great dream is to join the Rail Sentinels and explore the hallowed Ghost Line. It's a bit of a pipe dream for her, because although she knows she's smart enough to make it a reality and even be an asset to the Sentinels, she doesn't think she has what it takes physically. She's never even shot a gun before...and besides, she has a family to look out for.

Profession: Small time mechanic/engineering. Odd jobs for food, cash and medical supplies for her family.

Equipment/weaponry: Sam wears a makeshift toolbelt complete with a small array of medium sized tools; a dense adjustable wrench, two or three different sized screwdrivers, a boxcutter-type blade, and so on. They may look like they're their for practicality, but she knows how to use them in a fight - she's done it before. Though she doesn't have access to a gun, she's pretty proficient when it comes to sneaking up and putting a boxcutter to a person's throat.

Other:
Skills include: Cooking; Engineering, fixing and upgrading small to medium-large appliances, from lights and radios to small generators; moderate first aid and medical skills; some small non-ranged weapons skills, although with no training her methods are a little more than unrefined.

@hayley

Everything looks good, sounds like an interesting character to have around. You can go ahead and move her to the CS Tab.