SomeChap

A sea most sunless

Rather interested.

My Hider

Gunnary Officer James F. Howard
"I've Fought On Lands From Oceania To Africa. Duty To The Crown Never Ends."

Appearance
Extremely tall in height, reaching somewhere along the lines of 6 Foot 8 Inches, James possesses the well built, and strong frame that all his fellow sailors should aspire to share. He has a regal bearing about himself, despite the relative squalor of naval vessels. His body is, rather well muscled for an officer being something more like that of pugalist of a man. He has sharp, edged, and most certainly noble features, in the form of high cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, thins lips, a straight and thin nose, thin eyebrows, and rather perfectly shaped eyes. Though, these have all seen better days due to the ravaging ways of war and travel at seas both under and over ground. These features are thin, but not to the point of appearing gaunt, weak, and sickly, if anything they are brimming with life when compared to others. His eyes have a rather icy, bright blue/grey colour, in contrast to his extremely pale skin which runs from porcelain white to something akin to alabaster. His hair, is a bright mane of red hair. His facial hair is similar, and is in a style similar to "Gentleman Badger's" mustache.

Skills
It is to be said without a doubt that James is a highly talented and skilled officer when it comes to naval guns to nigh on all sorts, being they older seeminly archaic Napoleonic guns or far new and perhaps... odd, arms. It has been said that while his mind hangs off in some old seasoned state of enduring imperialism, his hand has not lost it's skill at arms.What is also rather notable is his skill as a swordsman. For all officers are expected to show some degree of skill at arms, and so James' talent emerged as a skill with bladed weapons.Lastly, it is perhaps rather useless given the nature of the under zee, but James is actually rather proficient in several languages, those being English, Russian, German, and even some mild amounts of Spanish.

Secret
While it is most rude to ask a man of his deeds which best remain unsaid, James had a rather certain encounter during a war back not so long. His nerve broke, and many of those soldiers have a particular issue to settle with him...

Fallout: King and Country

So, I do suppose that we are at least going to retain a light form of turn taking when it comes to posting?

Fallout: King and Country

It came to be quite a shocking moment for William when he spied what he did. Before him was enough food for several weeks, a meal enough for a dozen people to feast 'till their appities were more than sated, let alone just sustain himself. It was a deer, though it was heavily mutated and had a thick calloused skin about itself, necrotic and almost rotting. Its fur suffered even worse, having become a patchwork canvas of bristles and the occasional terrific scar. Even its eyes were milky white, which as William had learned not always meant a certainty of blindness. It was not that severe radiation particularly bothered him, but William couldn't help but squirm at the rather horrific looking creature and the sheer grotesque manner in which it looked. Yew wood bow already in hand, he nocked an arrow and settled sights upon the abomination. It was not a convential arrow, that would be too easy, but rather a specialised bleeder arrow the sorts of old battlefields. Luckily his Haven had a grimy and tattered up old book about such, grusome, tools and William was more than keen when it came to creating certain items such as this one. Pulling back the string, William breathed in to steady himself, and fired off a single arrow at the mutated monstrosity.

The shot...probably could not have been more off target, unless specifically done so, as it was seen wide by several foot and did little more than startle the animal from its lazy eating of what little grass it could find. Perhaps fortunate, as William knew that several of the larger types of mammal could become rather dangerous when threatened. "Twat" he spat at a barely audiable groan of utter contempt for the beast. Sighing, as he watched the half-rotting deer shamble off wih its almost hilariously bouncing gait, he walked to the rough area where the arrow impacted amoung a small pile of housing bricks, probably some survivor created sitting arrangement. It wasn't a long journey, but it did lead him to the next of todays abnormalities.

Before him, in what looked to be an old ransacked café of sorts, were several humanoid shapes in a mixture of garb. Judging by posture they were most likely human, but then again some ghouls remained at least somewhat human-like...for awhile anyway. Watching intently from his vantage point, he noticed that a few of the group looked rather violent or at least of the unpleasant sorts. Old age and worn senses did not permit crystal clear sight, but there was not much to mistake when it came to the shape and grip of weaponary. It was not his own fight however, and as such he kept a close watch upon the people...

He would, have done that. Had not his footing been loose at best, having perched himself upon a small pile of old housing bricks. (in something like a leaning or sitting manner.) The former pieces of what was once a home gave way and tumbled out from beneath him, forcing William to grunt quite audiably from sudden shock and caused a small cascade of mansonary to echo out across the area...

Fallout: King and Country

My Hider

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Name/Nicknames: William (or Will) Humphrey Edwards
Age: 198 Years (Ghoulifcation having occured at age 34)
Race: Ghoul

Personality: Having grown up in a world that had only recently seen the devastating, life eradicating, power of the atomic bombs dropped upon the United Kingdom by various foreign powers, William knows too well the desperation and sheer risk that even the most logical of humans allow themselves to be clouded by in their struggles. He is a somewhat worldweary man, prone to certain bouts of cynisism and what to an outsider would look like utter boredom towards things that may make even some veteran humans squirm. William also shows something of a 'do-gooder' streak, in that he would whole heartedly assist any seriously harmed individual he comes across - provided he knows they aren't going to shoot him in the back moments after.
Despite what the many think of ghouls in general, William is an overall quiet and rather peaceful person, that doesn't favour violence all that much. He is quite soft-spoken, and gentle when dealing with peaceful people; at any circumstance, he tries to avoid violence, even if he is rather competent at fighting against other, more base ghouls. He has a remarkable level of self-control, which he utilizes mostly to live in peace with humans (despite their constant beratement), though should the need arise he will dwell with more... unhinged creatures provided they aren't ones to attack. Though of course he will always prefer the company of a fellow ghoul. To the outsider, he comes across as emotionally distant and perhaps a little harsh in the way he distains a large amount of other, more base, mutants, particularly ferals.
Perhaps if one were to delve deeper, and get to know him, then they may find that he is a fairly friendly and loyal person.

Appearance: Extremely tall in height, reaching somewhere along the lines of 197 centimetres, William possesses the raw, rotting, and necrotic frame that all his ghoulish kind share. His body is, actually rather well muscles for a ghoul - which is still not saying much in particular. He has sharp, edged, and most certainly noble features, in the form of high cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, thins lips, a straight and thin nose, thin eyebrows, and rather perfectly shaped eyes. Though, these have all seen better days due to the ravaging ways of radiation and the agony of ghoulifcation. These features are thin, but not to the point of appearing gaunt and sickly, if anything they are brimming with life when compared to others of his sort. His eyes have a rather icy, bright blue/grey colour, in contrast to his necrotic skin which runs the gambit from pus yellow to scabby reds.. His hair, what is left of it, is a bright ginger mane which covers the most of his head (akin to a man with a receeding hairline). His facial hair is similar, but not patchy surprisingly, it is in a style similar to Lord Kitchener's mustache. Perhaps notable, are his teeth. Rather than some manner of pearly white or rotten, his teeth are extremely sharp and almost a blurred yellow in colour...how or why they are sharpened is best to left to more private talks, however.

Facial Hair - farm1.static.flickr.com/40/87788938_a6..
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He is most often found in a rather scuffed up suit of traveller's clothing, that being composed of: A tattered up old off-white shirt, a pair of similarly filthy trousers, a surprisinly clean and new looking pair of shoes, and a beat up old grey trenchcoat. Some old combat armour resembling that used by the old British army is worn under or over all this.

Skills/Attributes: Swordsman - William is rather adept at using swords and other manners of one-handed bladed weapons. His ghoulish nature prevents much in the manner of outright brute forcing a person, hence the lack of blunt crushing weapons and favour of a more easily wielded (for a ghoul) weapon.

Marksman - In accompanying his knowledge of blades, William is also a fairly good shot with mid-sized hunting bows. A skill that was more on the side of being forced to learn as many creatures of the wastes grew in size and ferocity. His skill is not the best, nor the worst, able to hit a moderately sized object from a moderately far distance.

Rad Resistance - As with all Ghouls in the wasteland, William is entirely uneffected by nigh on all forms of radiation, though he has yet to see if that extends on to the more...man-portable, means.

Perceptive - Despite rotting tissues and necrotic nerves which dimish strength to slightly below human averages, William is highly perceptive of the wastelands and boasts rather keen senses even for a ghoul as old as himself.

Medical Professional - During his life in the Havens, William learned much about the human body and ways in which it can be treated or otherwise healed.

Back-story: Born during a time which had only somewhat recently felt the awesomely destructive potential of the atomic bomb, William and his familiy lived in one of the many 'Havens' which dotted the United Kingdom. He and his family were of a northern stock of the Yorkshire variety (one of the Havens of York, to be exact.) and much of the populace of their Haven where similarly from the local area. His early life was a promising one, he was smarter than most and had a rather grande future being planned as some manner of doctor, or perhaps even engineer for the Haven itself. Needless to say, the early years were certainly golden ones.

Over the course of his life, William stayed much within the norms of his Haven. However, it was not untill now that he began to notice certain things, certain rather shady actions. Things which usually were sturdy and well constructed began to suddenly fail or falter in some manner, and even the water purifcation systems became less and less useful as an increasingly drastic amount of radiation and dirt began to seep into the water supply from the outside. It became so bad that even the Haven itself was breeched eventually due to a malfuctioning generator. The situation became desperate, and with desperation became the first of the ghouls.

Unbeknowst to the populace of the Haven, the amount of rads in the areas where systems vital to the Haven's continued self-sustainability had become sufficient to...warp, the people that worked there. Their facial, head, and even body hair began to fall from them and some compained of skin irritations. The Overseer, a slave driver of a man, cared not. Such was his complete contempt for the people under him, that when the engineers began to die or were so in pain as to become bedridden he would merely send more down there to keep the vital systems in working order. No price was too high, and William was among those whom were sent down there. To certain death.

His week of work were short at the very most, William now had grown to be a man of thirty-three years that was fit in mind and body. He had worked as a medical professional, or as professional as the Haven could make them, and he had seen firsthand the effects of the radiation upon the workers. Skin was necrotic, cartillage became weakened or outright became useless, and their apperance resembled more akin to classical zombies than actual people.

It was not before long that William himself succumbed to these illnesses, skin became to crack and resemble a whole mass of burnt or necrotic tissues. Hair began to fall out. His mood deepend to outright depression, and visions of something...better.

While only the security of the Havens had any access to more 'viable' weapons such batons or even the odd firearm, they were not a match for the groups of disgruntled workers... when they themselves were part of the newly ghoulified members of the Haven. Numbers of the 'normal' and ghoul became roughly even, and a Haven-wide civil war began. On one side, the human elite (for all of them held prominent positions within the Haven, while Ghouls were forced into worthless jobs) that feared these "zombies" and on the other the ghouls themselves. Fighting was brief and violent, with many being slain or visciously wounded by the onslaught. William himself led a half dozen fellow ghouls as they fought off against the hostile guard forces. The overseer himself, along with his whole family, was forced into the most radiated of areas of the Haven where they themselves simply died slow agonised deaths.

The now ghoul-controlled Haven was, drastically different from the pre-take over. While previously the Haven was ruled by a central, increasingly small human upper caste. It was now a more equal society, but it was not viable. Numbers were small, and the populace found themselves lacking ability to have children. The outside was needed, and needed drastically.

It was a heavy idea, one which no one truly wanted, but one which they needed to complete. And that, is why William now wanders the wastes.

Other: Nothing really to note...

Fallout: King and Country

My Hider

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Name/Nicknames: William (or Will) Humphrey Edwards
Age: 133 Years (Ghoulifcation having occured at age 34)
Race: Ghoul

Personality: Having grown up in a world that had only recently seen the devastating, life eradicating, power of the atomic bombs dropped upon the United Kingdom by various foreign powers, William knows too well the desperation and sheer risk that even the most logical of humans allow themselves to be clouded by in their struggles. He is a somewhat worldweary man, prone to certain bouts of cynisism and what to an outsider would look like utter boredom towards things that may make even some veteran humans squirm. William also shows something of a 'do-gooder' streak, in that he would whole heartedly assist any seriously harmed individual he comes across - provided he knows they aren't going to shoot him in the back moments after.
Despite what the many think of ghouls in general, William is an overall quiet and rather peaceful person, that doesn't favour violence all that much. He is quite soft-spoken, and gentle when dealing with peaceful people; at any circumstance, he tries to avoid violence, even if he is rather competent at fighting against other, more base ghouls. He has a remarkable level of self-control, which he utilizes mostly to live in peace with humans (despite their constant beratement), though should the need arise he will dwell with more... unhinged creatures provided they aren't ones to attack. Though of course he will always prefer the company of a fellow ghoul. To the outsider, he comes across as emotionally distant and perhaps a little harsh in the way he distains a large amount of other, more base, mutants, particularly ferals.
Perhaps if one were to delve deeper, and get to know him, then they may find that he is a fairly friendly and loyal person.

Appearance: Extremely tall in height, reaching somewhere along the lines of 197 centimetres, William possesses the raw, rotting, and necrotic frame that all his ghoulish kind share. His body is, actually rather well muscles for a ghoul - which is still not saying much in particular. He has sharp, edged, and most certainly noble features, in the form of high cheekbones, a slightly pointed chin, thins lips, a straight and thin nose, thin eyebrows, and rather perfectly shaped eyes. Though, these have all seen better days due to the ravaging ways of radiation and the agony of ghoulifcation. These features are thin, but not to the point of appearing gaunt and sickly, if anything they are brimming with life when compared to others of his sort. His eyes have a rather icy, bright blue/grey colour, in contrast to his necrotic skin which runs the gambit from pus yellow to scabby reds.. His hair, what is left of it, is a bright ginger mane which covers the most of his head (akin to a man with a receeding hairline). His facial hair is similar, but not patchy surprisingly, it is in a style similar to Lord Kitchener's mustache. Perhaps notable, are his teeth. Rather than some manner of pearly white or rotten, his teeth are extremely sharp and almost a blurred yellow in colour...how or why they are sharpened is best to left to more private talks, however.

Facial Hair - farm1.static.flickr.com/40/87788938_a6..
orig14.deviantart.net/354f/f/2010/282/..
He is most often found in a rather scuffed up suit of traveller's clothing, that being composed of: A tattered up old off-white shirt, a pair of similarly filthy trousers, a surprisinly clean and new looking pair of shoes, and a beat up old grey trenchcoat. Some old combat armour resembling that used by the old British army is worn under or over all this.

Skills/Attributes: Swordsman - William is rather adept at using swords and other manners of one-handed bladed weapons. His ghoulish nature prevents much in the manner of outright brute forcing a person, hence the lack of blunt crushing weapons and favour of a more easily wielded (for a ghoul) weapon.

Marksman - In accompanying his knowledge of blades, William is also a fairly good shot with mid-sized hunting bows. A skill that was more on the side of being forced to learn as many creatures of the wastes grew in size and ferocity. His skill is not the best, nor the worst, able to hit a moderately sized object from a moderately far distance.

Rad Resistance - As with all Ghouls in the wasteland, William is entirely uneffected by nigh on all forms of radiation, though he has yet to see if that extends on to the more...man-portable, means.

Perceptive - Despite rotting tissues and necrotic nerves which dimish strength to slightly below human averages, William is highly perceptive of the wastelands and boasts rather keen senses even for a ghoul as old as himself.

Medical Professional - During his life in the Havens, William learned much about the human body and ways in which it can be treated or otherwise healed.

Back-story: Born during a time which had only somewhat recently felt the awesomely destructive potential of the atomic bomb, William and his familiy lived in one of the many 'Havens' which dotted the United Kingdom. He and his family were of a northern stock of the Yorkshire variety (one of the Havens of York, to be exact.) and much of the populace of their Haven where similarly from the local area. His early life was a promising one, he was smarter than most and had a rather grande future being planned as some manner of doctor, or perhaps even engineer for the Haven itself. Needless to say, the early years were certainly golden ones.

Over the course of his life, William stayed much within the norms of his Haven. However, it was not untill now that he began to notice certain things, certain rather shady actions. Things which usually were sturdy and well constructed began to suddenly fail or falter in some manner, and even the water purifcation systems became less and less useful as an increasingly drastic amount of radiation and dirt began to seep into the water supply from the outside. It became so bad that even the Haven itself was breeched eventually due to a malfuctioning generator. The situation became desperate, and with desperation became the first of the ghouls.

Unbeknowst to the populace of the Haven, the amount of rads in the areas where systems vital to the Haven's continued self-sustainability had become sufficient to...warp, the people that worked there. Their facial, head, and even body hair began to fall from them and some compained of skin irritations. The Overseer, a slave driver of a man, cared not. Such was his complete contempt for the people under him, that when the engineers began to die or were so in pain as to become bedridden he would merely send more down there to keep the vital systems in working order. No price was too high, and William was among those whom were sent down there. To certain death.

His week of work were short at the very most, William now had grown to be a man of thirty-three years that was fit in mind and body. He had worked as a medical professional, or as professional as the Haven could make them, and he had seen firsthand the effects of the radiation upon the workers. Skin was necrotic, cartillage became weakened or outright became useless, and their apperance resembled more akin to classical zombies than actual people.

It was not before long that William himself succumbed to these illnesses, skin became to crack and resemble a whole mass of burnt or necrotic tissues. Hair began to fall out. His mood deepend to outright depression, and visions of something...better.

While only the security of the Havens had any access to more 'viable' weapons such batons or even the odd firearm, they were not a match for the groups of disgruntled workers... when they themselves were part of the newly ghoulified members of the Haven. Numbers of the 'normal' and ghoul became roughly even, and a Haven-wide civil war began. On one side, the human elite (for all of them held prominent positions within the Haven, while Ghouls were forced into worthless jobs) that feared these "zombies" and on the other the ghouls themselves. Fighting was brief and violent, with many being slain or visciously wounded by the onslaught. William himself led a half dozen fellow ghouls as they fought off against the hostile guard forces. The overseer himself, along with his whole family, was forced into the most radiated of areas of the Haven where they themselves simply died slow agonised deaths.

The now ghoul-controlled Haven was, drastically different from the pre-take over. While previously the Haven was ruled by a central, increasingly small human upper caste. It was now a more equal society, but it was not viable. Numbers were small, and the populace found themselves lacking ability to have children. The outside was needed, and needed drastically.

It was a heavy idea, one which no one truly wanted, but one which they needed to complete. And that, is why William now wanders the wastes.

Other: Nothing really to note...

Fallout: King and Country

<Snipped quote by SomeChap>

People use stone for weighing people, anything else is usually measured in kg. Trust me, I'm an Engineer, we specialize in pedantic, boring details like this. Using imperial units is rather unscientific.

@TTNoobs

That's what I meant by my post. I do not believe I've ever seen Stone being used for much else, all else is Kg or appropriate metric unit (or imperial one, in certain cases.)

Fallout: King and Country

You guys use Stone or kg for weight?
@Wade Wilson

@End Here

I know I am not Wade, but generally we use Stone for weight. If you didn't know, a stone is 14lb or thereabout.

Fallout: King and Country

@Wade Wilson
Fellow Yorkshire man are we? :)
(North Yorkshire here)

395 A.D - The Collapse of an Empire

I admit to being one of those that were waiting to see the general level of some others in the RP before I tried my hand at making a sheet.

Warhammer: from under the earth.

Interested