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5 yrs ago
Current Wow haven't updated one of these in awhile; out of town for the weekend. Will be back Monday or Tuesday.
6 yrs ago
Going to a con for the weekend! I will respond when I get back!
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6 yrs ago
Sorry for not responding much; it seems the site is down whenever I actually have the time to respond.
6 yrs ago
Might be MIA for a few days, sorry!
7 yrs ago
Going to L.A. Comic Con this weekend so sorry for the lack of response!
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Sorry for taking so long! Hope that's an okay intro.
It was dumb, Neasa knew that, but she needed to stop. She was nauseous, she could feel a scab peeling and bleeding on her calf, and she was already exhausted. This was what she got for stupidly going into the Zone to find her stupid brother. This was her stupid life.

Neasa glanced around to see if there was anybody nearby before making her way over to a crumbling building. She stepped inside and sat against a corner so nobody could sneak up on. Once the dizziness and nausea had faded enough that she didn't think she would hurl if she bent over, she rolled up her pant leg and sure enough, a blister had opened and was oozing down her leg.

She pulled her bag off her shoulder and set it down beside her, then rooted around in it for a moment before dragging out an old piece of cloth. It was dirty and covered in blood and not at all hygienic but it was all she had. She wiped up the oozing mess as best she could then folded the cloth over. She then tied it around her leg, a makeshift, terrible bandage to cover the blister. It was a sad, momentary bandage to try and hide a much bigger problem but it was all she had.

That done, she rested her head back against the wall and sighed heavily. Normally she tried not to think about how much she wanted to go home, but man did she want to go home. She was sick of the Zone. Sick of suffering from radiation poisoning. To hell with her brother, who was probably dead anyways. But going home meant admitting to her family that she had failed and potentially left her stupid brother if he was still alive. Yeah, that would go over well.

With a groan, Neasa got back to her feet, threw her bag over her shoulder and continued on her way, as if her brother would somehow magically appear.


Neasa Burke


  • 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):

    • Nas, NASA
    • Hireling, Kamikaze
    • Guinness
  • 𝐀𝐠𝐞:

    • 27.
  • 𝐒𝐞𝐱:

    • Female.
  • 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:

    • At this point, her personality is not what it used to be. She's so tired and in pain most of the time that she just comes off as cranky - which she definitely is. She's definitely stubborn and brave - maybe to the point of recklessness. Deep down she does care and wants to help people, but she's not sure what much she can do. Mostly she keeps to herself, but sometimes she can be found helping those less fortunate. That doesn't mean she won't fight back against anyone who tries to attack her.
  • 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:

    • Neasa was the second oldest of four kids, originally, but after one died as a young child from a sudden illness and another had been a soldier, unfortunately, during the time of the "Two Days War" who didn't come home. Suddenly Neasa became the oldest, and her younger brother got it in his head to go to the Zone. Neasa still isn't sure why; he left without saying anything, just a note saying he was going to the Zone. Maybe he stupidly thought their older sister hadn't actually died in the war and was alive in the Zone. Maybe he just wanted some adventure. Maybe he was suicidal. Whatever the reason, he ran off and Neasa followed after him, planning to catch him before he got to the Zone and drag his ass home.
    • But she didn't. Being stubborn and refusing to lose her last sibling, Neasa went into the Zone after him. It's been over a year. She still hasn't found him, and at this point, she figures she's not coming home - and he's already dead.
    • She longer bothers with a gas mask unless going into a very toxic area. She had to clean vomit out of her gas mask way too many times and she figures she's dead anyways so what's the point. Bad enough she has to live in clothes that are hard with blood from blisters that seem to form all over her body each time she thinks one has finally healed. Because of this though, she's got a bit of a kamikaze attitude, so she's willing to do jobs that nobody who wants to live is willing to do. Saw something shiny you want but are way too afraid to go over there and get it? Eh, she doesn't have long anyways, as long as the pay is good.
  • 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:
@pugbutter Sorry I haven't had the chance to make a character yet. I do want to have somebody who's suffering from radiation poisoning. Just wanted to figure out from you, what would the minimum be? (Obviously not going to do a Mary Sue who's not affected but still want to figure out a point of reference.)
@pugbutter Not going to lie, I'm kind of really tempted to do that now. And I mean, even if they had been living there for a year already, wouldn't they be suffering some sort of radiation poisoning?
@pugbutter Question; can we have a character who already lives in the Zone or should they all be entering the Zone for their various reasons?
@Kingfisher I imagine it's highly unlikely but thought I'd ask, just in case. Is this RP open? If you don't feel comfortable throwing a new person in, I completely understand.
@pugbutter Any chance there's room for one more?
It wasn't like Ashton wasn't aware that things were going to shit. It was Gotham, after all. And a Gotham without Batman, at that. But it still felt like every time she sat down to just rest, something new happened.

Her TV had turned to static, and she was just about to hit the old piece of junk when a distorted voice came on, talking about bombs in different areas of Gotham. Uptown Central, Midtown West, and the Penitentiary. Immediately she started putting her gear on. Chances were the GCPD would immediately go to Uptown, after all, that was the elite and they would get the most protection. The Penitentiary was the least likely to get help, but she figured there was a reason for that.

Midtown West Side, she decided, as she raced out of her apartment and got into her Jeep. Sure, there were gangs and mobsters there, but there were also civilians. That was most important.

She didn't get too far in her Jeep. Everybody was evacuating, whether on foot or in a car, and that meant the roads were blocked. Didn't take Ashton too much time to ditch her car. What was harder was trying to run in the opposite direction of everybody else. Finally, she got away from the crowd and found GCPD officers - to her surprise - and a woman in red who must have had the same idea.

"Any word on the bombs?" she asked, not bothering to introduce herself. Instead, she slung her rifle into her hands, years of training putting her into a comfortable zone. "Has anybody set up a perimeter? Or started a sweep? What's going on?"

@1Hawkeyes

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