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Sierra Apocalyptica

Sorry I messed up in the Character section, it's what I get for not waiting and trying to post on my phone's tiny screen

@Saint

Sierra Apocalyptica

Opps didn't see where I was

Sierra Apocalyptica

AMY

Amy's Theme
You Don't Get Me High Any More
Phantogram

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Full Name: Amelia Skipper Wintergarden

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi

Age: 23

Role in the Community: Amy and her family breed and care for the horses of the garrison and she as well serves as nurse/field medic (warning she is trained by a veterinarian who has adapted to working on people)

Appearance: Amelia is lightly freckled but otherwise pale skinned which is due to her Family’s Dutch origins. Her hair is strawberry blonde and cut to shoulder length, her eyes blue.
She stands five foot eight inches and weighs about 125-135 and is athletically toned because of her work with horses

Biography: Amelia was born to John Wintergarden DVM DACVS Petra Skipper. Her Dad was a respected Veterinarian in the horse world and her mother the owner of a horse farm so a match made in heaven.

Amy was a happy child growing up her family comfortable and safe.

She attended a private school where she took advantage of it’s attention to the students scholastic skills. She was a dedicated student pushing herself so that she could eventually attend Auburn and be a Vet just like her dad; her life was on track then it happened and shattered her plans.

She was fourteen about to turn fifteen when the outbreak was first reported. Her family had a large and remotely placed ranch so in the beginning they were safe from the shambling horrors and they had enough room to take in survivors that found their way to the ranch. Her father though a Veterinarian was soon pressed into seeing human patients and treating their injuries and best of all was that few of the horrors were seen near the Ranch and the ones that they did see were blocked by the fence. It looked as though they might be safe from the horrors outside when they had something worse fall upon them, Bandits, People or Scum.

The Scum in the beginning looked as if they might be able to commit as many atrocities as they’d like but they too discovered how fickle fate was when the Hunters who’d taken the guns and bows to hunt game with returned and fell on the beasts like a vengeful tidal wave. Some of the people staying on the ranch felt safe again but her mom who’d always been a practical thinker insisted on an armed scouting party which returned with bad news.

The nearby town was already under the control of some self appointed warlord and the party that had attacked them seemed to be attached to them and they were just being missed. The Scum had been difficult to fight and gain victory over and because the number of people at the ranch who could fight was just eleven people with nine children and two grandmothers.

It was decided that they would all escape using the forty-two horses Amy’s family had which wasn’t easy because of the fact all but three had no idea how to ride a horse but Amy and her mom were excellent teachers and soon had all the group old enough to learn trained as passable horseriders.

For three months they traveled and fought seeking safety for their band some of them dying and new members joining till one day they bumped into a band of scouts from a place called Sierra-Armstrong who saw their herd which had grown as other horses that had been released had joined them swelling the number to just over one-hundred and twenty-five so giving the twelve soldiers no trouble at all. The soldiers gave off mixed signals till they discovered her father was a Veterinarian and a skilled surgeon and her mother his assistant..

It was shortly after the disclosure they began telling her family about their wonderful home and the safety it offered and how they could use people like her parents and those that followed them. Her parents already shy after encountering so many violent people were hesitant but the people her parents felt so protective of begged that they go there and at least look it over; that was six years ago and the reason they stayed was because her dad had been declared an asset of value not because they liked the place.

Her Father had immediately sought to protect his daughter from the leering soldiers by taking her as his student and teaching her the Art of Veterinary Science. In this way she became a valuable resource which the military had reasons to protect from their normal methods of society and the fact that she and her mom were the only certified Horse trainers in the entire community made her a real touch me not; to Amy it was horrible and filled her with guilt when she saw girls she knew too crushed to to look people in the eyes after the tender mercies of one of the Jacs visited its self on them.

She was safe from the drunken advances because she never went to the village unescorted by her mother or father or stayed there after dark instead spending all her time at The Nova Ranch

Always having a good seat Amy became a prolific hunter of deer using her skills in the saddle and a handmade longbow finding the archaic weapon more suited to her sense of frugality. Few deer once spotted by her and Andy her Hunter horse.

Personality:Amy is an independent girl who tends to take on tasks without asking for help believing she needs to do things on her own or she’ll appear week and vulnerable. An expert with bow from horseback she is rightly proud of her ability to kill game at full gallop with a single shaft.

She appears to people watching from the outside to be reckless as she and Andy fly over the terrain at paces that might have once been good enough to get her a seat in international competition but she is actually preparing for the day she might need all her skills to escape some unwanted fate.

A soft hearted girl Amy is still able to cool her emotions when she needs to and do what is necessary to come to the best possible solution (She is thought of as cold blooded because of how she cuts the throat of an injured horse without a tear)

Living Arrangements: Amy lives above the Breeding barn on the Garrison Ranch that she and her family run

Possessions:
(Commonly found on her person or mount)
1 - Hunter's saddle or Western style
1 - Handmade Ash Longbow (3’8”)
1 - Hand Axe with Sheath
1 - Pair of Aviators Sunglasses
1 - Lifestraw water filter (kept in a hip pouch)
1 - Kabar Combat Knife (given when she took it from a trooper who couldn’t put down his injured horse)
1 - Small Emergency Surgical kit (kept in hip pouch)
1 - Cannabis pipe made from a piece of plumbing
1 - Leather tobacco pouch (blk)
18 - Arrows (bamboo shaft, feather fetching with leaf blade points in a leather quiver)
2 - Bola ( sinew and stone 4 lb each weapon)
3 - Lariats
1 - Water Bottle (bamboo, leather, wax and cork)
1 - Set Saddlebags with Painted Redcross each side
1 - ½ Quart jar of poppy salve used as a local analgesic
Assorted Bandages and other odd medical gear.

(Items she can lay true claim to)
12 - Horses (mares)
1 - Horse (gelding Andy)
1 - Wardrobe (6')
1 - Set Cast Iron cookware (6 pieces)
10 - Pair of Jeans
15 - Tops
3 - Functional Bras
8 - Pair of cotton socks
1 - Pair Hiking Boots
1 - Pair laced sandals

(WIP for the rest of her goods)

Relations:

Damian Novak - Very Little Contact, I can’t really say I know him and then there is the fact that he disappeared like his father without word or reason which means I have had no reason to form an opinion of him and my experience based solely on hearsay

Kaitlyn Novak - Moderate Contact, I see her when I accompany wounded into the medical where my age seems to serve as a barrier, she appears to be a nice enough girl but I can’t say as I have never sat down and talked to her.

"Ollie" Allington - Little Contact, Again my status as an outsider hasn’t allowed more than a passing chance to know of him so what can I say but “I don’t really know him”

Joseph Briggs - Moderate Contact, I know Trooper Briggs from his visits to the Ranch and when I have accompanied the Cavalry into the field as a field medic. He is all business when he’s in charge and at least he seems to understand how important the horses are to our community.

Olivia Rae Samsuel - Moderate Contact, She is hard to miss in a group because of the effect she has on them speaking her mind and standing up for her principals. I know her primarily from medical and sometimes bumping into her in the market but can't say she’s more than an acquaintance.

Notes
I'd love to have more friends but my age and status puts me in the unenviable position of the "Outsider" because my family and I live two miles from the town/garrison and my only acquaintances are the 12 troopers stationed here to protect the Horses and other Livestock. The strange part is that I have seen at least half of the people that live around me when either I or my mother gave them riding lessons and because I was their Instructor I had to present myself as an authority which means I am referred to as "The Pony Princess" or "Horse Girl" rarely by my name; I suppose it is why I always seek out books when scavenging.

Injustice: Kingbreaker

(For those who wish here is the post of Aurtha & Jenny's Meeting)

Meeting

I am an alien or at least that is the present assumption answered Jenny giggling once more her ponytail signaling how funny she thought the logic was.

I think I understand the confusion, I am small and I float without visible support; all that’s needed is a twinkling shower of glitter with audible tiny bells tinkling chaotically.

"Alien?" Aurtha immediately replies in shock, somehow shocked by this response, but not of her previous assumption.

"Sorry," Aurtha pauses,"I've just never met somebody so tiny before."

Aurtha moved to take a seat on her own bed, brushing her hair back with her hand. "I've never shared a room with somebody before, but I'm sure it'll be easy! Just respect my privacy and I'll respect yours," Aurtha tells her assuredly.

"My name is Aurtha," She says happily,"It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Jenny considers Authra’s words carefully and smiles
Perhaps I seem small because you measure me only physically but I am much more than muscle and bone, I am an Energy being as well.

I am capable of tearing this building apart by ripping the rebar from the walls and floors with a thought……...I am proof that all foes deserve the measure of our attention

At least that’s what Maggie taught me

Then Jenny leans closer almost folding double staring intently at her Roomie

Your energy pattern tells me that your body is denser than a homo sapiens which might signal strength or durability and thinking of our location I might find both as adequate answers

Aurtha was, again, shocked at Jenny's statement -- the girl seeming to be full of surprises. She didn't know if she wanted to see the proof, or not, for the sake of what could be a big mess. Instead, she believed her, both amazed, but still doubtful of her ability. Regardless, Aurtha assumed she would never see the possible destruction Jenny is capable of.

"Um, yeah...," Aurtha hesitated, seeming to be secretive of her powers and ancestry.

"I'm amazed by everyone here, but I wonder what everyone's intentions are for being at this school," she questioned rhetorically, "I didn't know so many meta-humans existed."

Whether it be from going through an emotional day, being extra sensitive, or the previous nostalgic moments that caused Aurtha to feel somewhat close to Jenny already, she felt some sort of trust already established from their brief meeting. Aurtha paused before asking her first, heart-felt question of Jenny,"Tell me again why you came here, Jenny?". Aurtha knew she already mentioned her reasoning for being here, but the reminder of her explained motives seemed to better describe Aurtha's sincerity towards the conversation.

Jenny hovered closer to Authra and smiled when asked to repeat the answer to a question that had been asked of her by her mentor and the others at the Agency.

I had heard of this school and studied it in the Agency files but never thought of attending till I killed again about 6 months ago and Wendy was asking me why I had killed instead of stripping the man of weapons. It was while trying to understand the concern in the Wendy’s voice that I realized I didn’t see the man as a person but an obstacle and locking down his pistol’s movements as i disarmed him not worth my efforts.

I had to wait for my Mentor to return to discover the answer and that was that outside of the Agency I had no association with homo sapiens, perhaps i needed to learn to see humanity as people. Well I can’t be allowed around regular homo sapiens because I might prove what a monster I am though I find it hard to think of a reason why I’d become a monster without provocation.

A cold chill ran up Aurtha's spine after Jenny mentioned killing without seeming to show any remorse, especially when she described the person as a mere obstacle. It was clear to Aurtha that she was amongst the stronger of individuals now, but it never crossed her mind that she would be among killers as well. Throughout all the combat and practice she experienced through the years, she has yet to feel the surrealism of killing, if she were to ever utilize her skills.

"I see," Aurtha replied in an attempt to understand where she's coming from,"It must be hard for you to learn how humanity works, but I'm sure you'll get it! It's a hard topic to grasp."

Aurtha could relate in some way, taking into consideration the cruel, dark nature of mankind, but also the love and happiness that they express so boldly. Though, Aurtha felt that there is no excuse for taking the life of a weaker, innocent being, unless highly provoked.

"I'm sure if you have an outbreak here, the majority of us would be able to handle it better than humans," Aurtha jokes,"Plus, I think the school is equipped with several precautions, in case something like that were to happen. But, that's not an excuse for you to test your strengths!"

Jenny could sense the monster aspect disturbing Aurtha and retraced what she’d said and how it might have caused it then said I am here on my word to not kill anyone and I so want to remain.

Maggie already had a talk with me pointing out that killing is easy but serving justice difficult because the law had consensus of the population; then she said there was the exception but that would require that I understand society before I could know when to make that exception.

So why are you here?

Aurtha knew that comprehending the many social constructs that humanity created was a difficult task, not just for metas or aliens, but for the humans that built them as well. She suspected that Jenny might have a hard time understanding much of the contents and rules of the society of mankind, but she hoped, for mankind's sake, that Jenny would learn quickly and correctly.

"Yes," Aurtha replied,"It would be right to learn how to live among humans without killing them."

Aurtha hesitated before answering Jenny's question, her long response making her slight, amazonian accent more apparent,"Well, I'm here to meet people of similar power to me. We all live in the same world and we should all learn to co-exist. With such a fragile population that dominates the planet, we should learn to not be hostile, and we should learn to help each other do the right things. As powerful beings, it is easy to become subject to making the wrong decisions. So, I have come to befriend people like you and understand the mannerisms of people alike." She ends with a smile.

I didn't mean to kill the man, I was distracted by entering estrous and cravings for Chocolate so instead of focusing my attention on my target I allowed only the minimum effort to save the hostages with two wrenches, one aimed at his head to destroy his brainstem and prevent his pulling the trigger and the second striking simultaneously the weapon and weapon hand to throw the muzzle up. I should have just magnetically locked his gun springs and firing pin and forced him to continue trying to hold it as I pointed it at him as a threat for surrender.....I was wrong.

Maggie said it was proof that I was at least 15-16 years old comparatively and also proof I needed learn to like people, how to kiss, how to tell good jokes, maybe even learn what love is; "That's what school life is for"

Once I learn I will go back to the Agency and protect Maggie as she hunts the bad guys, she isn't a Fighting type of Meta and Fragile.....I think I do love her because I miss her already. blurts out Jenny floating to the window.


"For someone who has no intentions to kill somebody, you sure have very detailed methods of how to do so. Presumably, because you've been taught one way or another, or perhaps you've learned from practice," Aurtha told Jenny sternly.

Jenny turns to look at Aurtha with curiosity her eyes displaying a lack of focus

I don't have lots of ways to kill I just weigh my environment for weapons, access the requirements for victory such as noncombatants, explosive, caustic, poisonous, flammable, valuable and so forth, how many assets the enemy has, their weapon loadout, how armored are they, what method or methods of locomotion my foe uses, their speed and maneuverability, my safety and how to do all this with the least amount of force. Maggie says that if they don't go down soft they go down hard.

Sorry if that is troublesome

"Jenny," Aurtha sighs,"The way you speak illustrates such a vivid picture of you being some type of murderer. You seem very defensive as if you're provoked and attacked a lot. You talk as if killing is second nature to you, feeling proud of your capabilities of how to take a man down. Just -- be careful of how you defend yourself; some circumstances don't call for drastic measures."

Aurtha keeps in the majority of her thoughts as she begins to see why the agency Jenny mentioned placed her in a place like this. In the end, Aurtha only hopes that the now-aged Batman was prepared for something of this magnitude.

Aurtha's thoughts became flooded of imaginations of outbreak and chaos, all stemming from the little being that hovers before her. Casting the possible fear from her mind, Aurtha gets up and begins to walk to the door,"I think I'm gonna go take a stroll in the gardens." With no intentions of leaving on any bad note, despite the rising tension that Aurtha felt, she turns and smiles at Jenny before exiting,"I'll see you later."

@Lionhearted

Jenny

Jenny was puzzled by Aurtha's leaving so she asked Don have I somehow made a mistake and presented myself a someone who enjoy's killing?

It is possible that you did by simply bringing it up, not all people are as detached as you are from such an act said Don with more detail than normal again giving evideince that a Wendy was watching her closely

She was right on one detail though, I do feel as if I am always on edge and worried about being attacked.

I wish I wasn't like the primates of this world and could stand being alone said Jenny with a sigh just before the window snapped open and she flew outside then accellerated straight up and out of sight after passing through the clouds overhead.

Minions Of The One True Goddess Of Chaos

AMY

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Full Name: Amelia Skipper Wintergarden

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bi

Age: 23

Appearance: Amelia is lightly freckled but otherwise pale skinned with is due to her Family’s Dutch origins. Her hair is strawberry blonde and cut to shoulder length, her eyes blue.
She stands five foot eight inches and weighs about 125-135 and is athletically toned because of her work with horses

Biography: Amelia was born to John Wintergarden DVM DACVS Petra Skipper. Her Dad was a respected Veterinarian in the horse world and her mother the owner of a horse farm so a match made in heaven.

Amy was a happy child growing up her family comfortable and safe.

She attended a private school where she took advantage of it’s attention to the students scholastic skills. She was a dedicated student pushing herself so that she could eventually attend Auburn and be a Vet just like her dad; her life was on track then it happened and shattered her plans.

She was fourteen about to turn fifteen when the outbreak was first reported. Her family had a large and remotely placed ranch so in the beginning they were safe from the shambling horrors and they had enough room to take in survivors that found their way to the ranch. Her father though a Veterinarian was soon pressed into seeing human patients and treating their injuries and best of all was that few of the horrors were seen near the Ranch and the ones that they did see were blocked by the fence. It looked as though they might be safe from the horrors outside when they had something worse fall upon them, Bandits, People or Scum.

The Scum in the beginning looked as if they might be able to commit as many atrocities as they’d like but they too discovered how fickle fate was when the Hunters who’d taken the guns and bows to hunt game with returned and fell on the beasts like a vengeful tidal wave. Some of the people staying on the ranch felt safe again but her mom who’d always been a practical thinker insisted on an armed scouting party which returned with bad news.

The nearby town was already under the control of some self appointed warlord and the party that had attacked them seemed to be attached to them and they were just being missed. The Scum had been difficult to fight and gain victory over and because the number of people at the ranch who could fight was just eleven people with nine children and two grandmothers.

It was decided that they would all escape using the forty-two horses Amy’s family had which wasn’t easy because of the fact all but three had no idea how to ride a horse but Amy and her mom were excellent teachers and soon had all the group old enough to learn trained as passable horseriders.

For three months they traveled and fought seeking safety for their band some of them dying and new members joining till one day they bumped into a band of scouts from a place called Sierra-Armstrong who saw their herd which had grown as other horses that had been released had joined them swelling the number to just over one-hundred and twenty-five so giving the twelve soldiers no trouble at all. The soldiers gave off mixed signals till they discovered her father was a Veterinarian and a skilled surgeon and her mother his assistant..

It was shortly after the disclosure they began telling her family about their wonderful home and the safety it offered and how they could use people like her parents and those that followed them. Her parents already shy after encountering so many violent people were hesitant but the people her parents felt so protective of begged that they go there and at least look it over; that was six years ago and the reason they stayed was because her dad had been declared an asset of value not because they liked the place.

Her Father had immediately sought to protect his daughter from the leering soldiers by taking her as his student and teaching her the Art of Veterinary Science. In this way she became a valuable resource which the military had reasons to protect from their normal methods of society and the fact that she and her mom were the only certified Horse trainers in the entire community made her a real touch me not; to Amy it was horrible and filled her with guilt when she saw girls she knew too crushed to to look people in the eyes after the tender mercies of one of the Jacs visited its self on them.

She was safe from the drunken advances because she never went to the village unescorted by her mother or father or stayed there after dark instead spending all her time at The Nova Ranch

Always having a good seat Amy became a prolific hunter of deer using her skills in the saddle and a handmade longbow finding the archaic weapon more suited to her sense of frugality. Few deer once spotted by her and Andy her Hunter horse.

Possessions:
(Commonly found on her person or mount)
1 - Handmade Ash Longbow (3’8”)
1 - Hand Axe with sheath
1 - Pair of Aviators Sunglasses
1 - Lifestraw water filter (kept in a hip pouch)
1 - Kabar Combat Knife (given when she took it from a trooper who couldn’t put down his injured horse)
1 - Small Emergency Surgical kit (kept in hip pouch)
1 - Cannabis pipe made from a piece of plumbing
1 - Leather tobacco pouch (blk)
18 - Arrows (bamboo shaft, feather fetching with leaf blade points in a leather quiver)
2 - Bola ( sinew and stone 4 lb each weapon)
3 - Lariats
1 - Water Bottle (bamboo, leather, wax and cork)
1 - Set Saddlebags with Painted Redcross each side
1 - ½ Quart jar of poppy salve used as a local analgesic
Assorted Bandages and other odd medical gear.

(Items she can lay true claim to)
12 - Horses (mares)
1 - Horse (gelding Andy)
1 - Wardrobe (6”)
1 - Set Cast Iron cookware (6 pieces)
10 - Pair of Jeans
15 - Tops
3 - Functional Bras
8 - Pair of cotton socks
1 - Pair Hiking Boots
1 - Pair laced sandals

(WIP for the rest of her goods)

Sierra Apocalyptica

Working on my CS

3 Nations: The Open World Of Mecha (couple spots left, starting soon)

I love Mech stuff but I always liked playing mechanics in Mechwarrior

Sierra Apocalyptica: Post-Zombie Apoc / Dystopian

I get the feeling that graffiti policing is low priority

Sierra Apocalyptica: Post-Zombie Apoc / Dystopian

I'd love to play someone who raises and cares for horses

Injustice: Kingbreaker

@Goliah

Too bad I don't have the Jain's working as staff around the school; I mean a teacher you can splat, incinerate, fold, spindle or mutilate to your heart's content and within 5 minutes 1 to 3 more show up to take the matter into hand.

Kind of wrote up an odd NPC type while bored; its above the last post you made saying you'd post tonight