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Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Oh no, not criticism... plots. Ideas. Evilness.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Ok, thought so. Others were asking me about the wording and specifics as they weren't sure exactly. I thought it prudent to ask.

Overall, pretty solid. I may PM you about some stuff.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Its k.

So does she have a biological father and a step father, or just one original father?

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Excellent. Also nice compound bow with a good counter balance, nice flywheels. Good fiber optic sights too. And damn is she cute. Where did you want to put her?

What size bottles of water, and how full are they?

Personality isn't finished.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

I am the GM. I am GOD. I have no character. I am every character. I am the wind in your hair. The sun on your back, the chill in your spine.

Actually I've got a couple or three in mind to throw in with the groups for funzies.
One of them is a massage therapist and holistic healer type I might put with the boat.
I may put some sort of criminal or extreme sports athelete with the asylum

Another one or two are floating in my head.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

That works for me, Poly.

Calla, its kind of on-request, or based on what numbers are where. While I've been a stickler for detail on equipment/weapons in CS's. (not necessarily the number of items, but their details), I intend to give the players a lot of freedom to make their choices and moves.

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Sturm, you used the same pic for ammo and water... Might wanna fix that. XD

Calla, yes, we are taking on people. The beauty of the way this is designed is that we can add or remove people as needed.

Polyphemus, I haven't decided.

Since you brought it up, what feels right to you?

Walking Dead - Miami, Florida

Fiddler said
Name: Robin HunterAge: 18Height: 5'10"Build: Skinny, Athletic.Appearance: Robin has long black wavy hair with side-swept bangs, usually putting her hair up in a high ponytail. She stands at 5'8" with pale skin, freckles around the nose area of her face, and blue eyes. Her outfit consists of dirty black and white sneakers, jean short shorts for mobility, and a black tank top, all covered in dirt and consisting of a few tears here and there. She also has a cross-body bag which she uses to carry her supplies.Family: ((Can list names or just number of family members, and if any are alive or dead, how many have been lost.))Personality: Robin puts on a cool, go-with-the-flow personality, but in reality, she is a perfectionist who hates failing others. She doesn't panic easily, and often never voices her emotions. She can be rather cocky at times, but is actually very nice. Robin is brave, always defending the ones she loves. She tends to be too hard on herself, especially ever since her adoption parents were bit.Occupation Before: College Student.Notable skills: Running.Bio: Before Outbreak: When Robin was born, her parents didn't have enough money to give her the life they wanted her to have, so they left her on the doorstep of a sweet old couple's house. They took her in and raised her as their own in Tennessee, and loved her as real parents should. When Robin was twelve, she started running track, and she loved it. She even continued it through high school.When she turned fourteen, they finally told her about her real parents, and Robin has been looking for her real parents ever since. While she wasn't searching up and down every street, she was keeping a close eye out, and even researching.When she turned seventeen, she began looking for colleges in Florida. When they finally found one, she and her adopted parents moved to Miami where they could still be together and have Robin in college. After Outbreak:Robin visited her parents after hearing the news that there was an outbreak in various places all over the world. They fended off zombies for days, until finally, they couldn't keep them away. The zombies bit her parents, and Robin was forced to kill them with a Katana on the mantel above the fireplace. She is now on the road by herself, using her track abilities to run from zombies, and using her Katana when needed.Disability/Fear: Claustrophobia, fear of heights.Weapon of Choice: Katana (Sorry if this sounds a lot like Michonne, but I really wanted to use one. Tell me if this is unacceptable.)Equipment: A leather cross-body bag that her mother made for her, containing:- A bottle of water- Flashlight (Small)- Lighter- Two cans of sliced peaches- Pocket knife (Too small to deal damage to zombies)

Well, the katana is not so much an issue. To be Michonne clone, you'd need to be black girl, wielding a daikatana, nodachi, or o-katana. It's a bigger blade, though it is reminiscent of the blades that my school favors. Michonne also seems to have some formalized training, and skill with it.

I wonder how Robin knows how to use this particular sword, in so much as being able to deal with at least three zombies after just picking the blade up. There is no mention of kendo, kenjutsu, iaido, iaijutsu or any other sword art in her history. Also, I would like some detail on the sword. Are we taking just an itto taken from the fireplace mantle, or are we talking damascus steel? Are we talking about mono-tempered, or differentially tempered? How old/new is it? Where did her folks get it from? Is it shirasaya style, or is it furnished?

If you don't know, that's cool. I'll be happy to help you figure it out. I'm fine with a katana. I have two that are high carbon steel my self. I got them for pretty cheap, and I should have paid four times more for them and it would have been good. Knowing the history of the blade, at least in a basic sense will be good, even if Robin doesn't know it herself.

As for the pocket knife... unless its really tiny, it can still be used to take out zombies as evidenced in the AMC series. Gotta be real close though. I've no problem with this either, as most of the time a pocket knife is a tool, rather than a weapon.

Star Wars - Intruder Squadron

HeySeuss, I started a sheet in the sheet thread. I've got a lot of this character in my head, I just need to get him down on paper, so to speak. I'll fill in parts of it later today, tonight, and maybe tomorrow. We'll see how fast it gets done.

Star Wars - Intruder Squadron [Sheets]

Name: Jaydron Wyld, goes by JD or JW a lot.
Callsign:
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Planet of Birth: Bandomeer

Physical Description:
1.8 meters tall, broad shoulders, narrow at the hips. Built like a military recruiting poster with chiseled features. He’s a little big for the cockpit of an X-wing but he still fits decently. He has brown hair with blue eyes, and a serious expression most of the time.

Skillset:
-Gearhead - able to work on technology, machinery, and electronics with decent to good success, even in poor operating circumstances
-Brawler - Growing up in the harsh environment of Bandomeer’s mines has left him scrappy, tough, and strong. Fights happened a lot, as did fights among racers or other gangs. This left him with decent skill in hand to hand.
-Crackshot - learning how to hit a moving target from a bucking swoop bike, flying over 250 kph while others may be trying to shoot you gives you excellent hand-eye coordination and shooting skills
-Precision Stunts - Racing and having to perform crazy stunts has given Jay the chops to handle performance and even some non-performance vehicles with skill, and to do some things they might not have been designed for.
-Nerves of Steel - playing games like chicken, and having to race under crazy conditions has given Jay some tough nerve, and isn’t likely to blink easily

History:
Jaydron’s parents were rockhaulers moving all around. When it was heard that a large deposit of ionite was found and mines were set up, they decided to make a buck hauling it in shielded containers, while it did not have widespread use, it’s value to certain parties made it a lucrative item to transport. When the Empire came calling for them to fulfill the contracts with Bandomeer in 19 BBY, his parents had attempted to make a quick escape. A quartet of TIE fighters turned back their freighter and forced the ship to land. Land is such a loose term. A couple dual bursts at the last moment knocked out the repulsors and the stabilizers went bonkers. The ship sideslipped and crashed on the landing pad. Jay’s parents left the ship and made their way home to regroup while salvage teams did what they could. Jay was little more than four or five years old, and he doesn’t remember much during that time period.

Ship busted… all their credits and savings were spent salvaging what they could, paying off fines, and finding a place to live. Jay’s father took to working the mines, which was hard labor, but it could certainly pay decently. Mother was a homemaker and took care of the boy and her husband, while doing what she could to keep them going. Occasionally they were able to scrounge parts or tools and rig repairs to their ship, but the process was slow going. When Jaydron was 10, they’d been stuck there for over half his life when there was a small rebellion on the planet. A local group of dissidents had rigged up charges from blasting equpment in the mine, while a few had done a crude refinement to the ionite creating a different device that could disrupt technological signaling systems and gear. They would kick off the ionite devices to disable the local military and police’s gear and then detonate an explosive using fuses. Jay still doesn’t know if his father was directly involved or not. Neither parents were happy about the Empire being there and crushing the local populace under their bootheels. It came down to it that his father had been gunned down in one of the plazas by a team of stormtroopers using mechanical slugthrower rifles. They were a good solution when energy based weapons were less than functional around the ionite in the area. There were several people that were killed in the incident, which the locals dubbed a massacre. By all accounts a group of the gurellas or insurgents had been tracked there and when they were in the open, the Stormies opened fire on them.

Life got harder for Jay and his mother. She took to doing whatever work she could find, and he too looked for ways to make ends meet. Within a few years, he was beginning to work in the mines. Most gear had to be specially shielded, or barring that, the work had to be done by hand with hand tools. This hard labor built Jay into a strong, powerfully built young man, but gave him no more muscle than he could maintain. Over the years he’d helped his mom work on the ship, as well as his dad. This gave him a pretty workable knowledge base for things technological and mechanical. When he entered his late teens he began working on the transport hovertrams that were shielded, keeping them running. It paid more but was less labor intensive. Proving to be good with the trams, the mine managers began letting him work on their smaller transport vehicles.

It was also during this time that he had acquired a swoop bike and had taken to riding in the hills and craggy mountains. His mother at first feared he might hurt himself, but he seemed to enjoy it, and it came naturally to him. He had a great feel for flying and it was something that gave him an escape from the hardships they endured. Soon he met likeminded young people and was riding with them in a group. Before long, they had formed into a swoop gang without even really realizing it. Most of them just loved to ride. But an offshoot of that was swoop racing. At first it was just for pride, dares, and contests of simple skill. Later it turned into prize-money races and bets. The races got longer, faster, more dangerous, but the money was better too.

When he wasn’t working in the mines or repairing equipment, he began to race. Work, eat, race, sleep, not necissarily in that order. With the danger of the races increasing, so too was cheating. More than once one of the racers had taken pot shots at others with concealed or even openly carried blasters. Rarely was it set to stun… and bailing off of a swoop running several hundred kilometers per hour was still almost guaranteed to be fatal. Jay began carrying a blaster too, and proved to be a decent shot with it, while maneuvering and jockeying for position on the back of his bike. Most of the time his shots were meant to disable the oppositions bikes.

During this timeframe he also began to learn to fly other landspeeders and airspeeders, like the T-16 as an example. There were others, and he found the controls were a little different, but the skills were similar. Soon he was piloting local or regional transports for the mining company and the money was coming in quite steadily. The ship was also nearing completion, and had even been able to undergo some atmospheric trials. During this time period he began to work his way into flight simulators, learning to fly ships besides the one his mother owned and found he enjoyed it. He spent a lot of time in combat flight simulators, and found a challenge in it, but at the same time it was a great way to pass the time. Finally, the day came when the freighter was fully fixed. It wasn’t good as new, and some of it was jury-rigged and patched together. She might not have looked like much, but she had what she needed… she had it where it counted.
It was then that he and his mother could get away from Bandomeer. They blasted off after selling the rights off to their abode, and what things they didn’t need to take. Jay gave his swoop to a friend of his, with a promise that he’d return it, offworld… eventually.

After floating from place to place for months, they finally began tracking down the Alliance, and successfully made contact. They began smuggling and trafficing in supplies, making upgrades to the ship compared to what they had done with it in the first place. When the call went out for more pilots, Jaydron answered the silent call. His mother didn’t like it a lot, as she hadn’t his racing career, but he felt he had to do something. Jay had been an angry young man earlier on but in his more recent history he’d been one to mellow out. So he made his way to the Independence and joined the training unit there. He passed basic flight and intermediate flight testing. From there it was being settled in to learn to fly with others as a regimented unit, formations, organized combat maneuvers. In some ways it was like being back with his gang, and it also reminded him of some things from his simulator experiences. Flying with a wingman was a different difficulty but one he picked up quickly, with the simple idea of never go anywhere alone, watch out for the man next to you, stick with your leader. Eventually he graduated from combat flight as a Flight Officer. There was debate between his instructors as to whether to promote him to 2nd Lieutenant, but it was decided that he needed seasoning. He certainly qualified for a potential elite pilot, and so he was shipped off to Intruder Squadron.

Psychological Profile:
An idea of how the character thinks and so forth; should be linked to the history.
Jay still has questions about his father’s death. Holo recordings from the massacre do not prove to be conclusive in answering those questions. He worries about his mother as she has been the only stable factor in his life. He believes she’s proud of him, and she is. Jay wants to keep making her proud, keep her safe, and… if his father -was- killed by the Empire, he wants to break his foot off in them, so to speak. While his explosive anger has seemed to settle som in the last few years, he has become a tool of violence under the Alliance military training, precise, focused, but also able to dish out lots of punishment. His toughness has allowed him to push himself to the limit. He likes to take chances, and is often exhilarated by combat. He both resents his past on Bandomeer and welcomes it. He doesn’t like the difficulty, but the process has forged him into the young man he is these days.

Generally he can be quiet and reserved, or boisterous. Tends to think of others as a bit soft and weak, unless they prove otherwise.. also tends to favor brains over brawn. Most conflicts he has gotten into have been resolved through the use of his head, even if he might have had to throw a few punches to do the job. Knowing when and where, and why was often as important as just how much force he could put into his fist, and how fast he could do it.

Equipment:-
-Selective fire modified DH-17 (semi auto, burst, repeating), 2 extra magazines outside the blaster
-Vibro-knife x2
-vibro-’knucks’ - vibro-style knuckle dusters
-vacuum grade alliance flight suit (dark green)
-datapad w/ datachips
-some personal effects