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I'll be going to an appointment with my therapist soon, so I might not be able to post IC tonight, but we shall see.
Not feeling good tonight, but I might be able to post tomorrow. The stealthy route definitely seems to be the best option.
The airport's going to be fortified. I should have clarified that if you want to fight the infected if you're starting at LAX, you'd have to get your character out and explore. The tension at the airport should provide plenty of opportunities to escape, I think. The action at the airport will be coming more from other people than the infected.
Demensia said
This is a special time.


A very special time indeed.
I just found out where Demensia's sig is from.

I EAT LITTLE BABIES.
Yeah, go ahead, but remember to make a character sheet and post it in the CS thread first. If you need any help, just holler at me and I'll answer as soon as I could.
Name: Wayne Travers
Age: 36
Nationality: Canadian
Military Branch: NATO Specialized Personnel Task Force
Genetic Alterations: Wayne is anthro, in the variety of a lion-cougar mix. He was born a regular human being, however.
Psychological Evaluation: Can be smart and loyal, but also tends to be rude, sarcastic, immature, impulsive, prone to violence, and insensitive if not outright prejudiced towards different ethnic and religious groups. Overall, very unpredictable, if not borderline psychotic.
Specialization: Assault and support
Weapons/Equipment: Uses a C1A1 SLR, 7.62x51mm NATO. Wayne has had opportunities to use more modern weapons, but has refused them. Also has a combat knife and binoculars for use. Wayne's coming in to Aschenblume with a heavy black suit of armor and a large rucksack with enough foodwater, and ammo to last for 3 days. Good protection and well-supplied, but it's all very cumbersome.
Appearance: Short dark-brown hair/fur on the head, eyebrows, and tip of the tail, sand-brown fur from the mouth down to the front of the torso and abdomen, and tan-brown fur everywhere else. Wayne's tail is more like that of a cougar's than a lion's. He's also a bit unclean because he doesn't regularly bathe.

Bio:

Wayne was born in Grande Prairie, Alberta, Canada, the 2nd child of Thomas and Lois Travers. His older sister is Diana, and his younger brother is Kent.

Wayne displayed a gift for learning quickly in his first years of life, and everyone thought he was going to do amazing in school. They were wrong. Wayne started showing symptoms of Asperger's Syndrome in preschool, and it was clear that he was a social outcast by the first few months of Grade 1. He made no friends as a child, and when the teasing by other kids turned into physical harrassment by Grade 4, Wayne ended up developing a cpacity for being violent. When kids pushed him into walls, he would push them even harder. When kids threw rocks at him, he would throw the rocks back and chase them. Eventually, kids began to fear him, and the ones stupid enough to continue picking on Wayne were only physically assaulted even worse as the years went by. The teachers also grew a deep contempt for Wayne. Unfortunately, Wayne would also be violent towards the teachers. When Wayne was in trouble, many chairs would be thrown, and many classrooms and offices would become disaster areas.

It all culminated in Grade 7, when Wayne was finally pushed too far and cut off a kid's head with a hacksaw. Wayne was then taken in by the police, and never saw his family again.

At the age of 20, Wayne was presented with the choice of joining the Canadian military and becoming anthro, or spending the rest of his life institutionalized. Wayne chose the military and anthropomorphization. The disciplined environment of the military seemed to make things right for Wayne, and he eventually served as an SPTF commando across all corners of the globe, from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe. That is, until he was betrayed by his first and best friend. Mark Gilbert, a born anthro red fox, and an American soldier that served alongside Wayne in various international operations.

It turns out that Mark was an agent for an ex-Soviet communist terrorist organization known as YAD. While on a mission in Yemen, Mark had to prove his loyalty to YAD and communism by killing Wayne. At point blank range, Wayne took a shot in the head, and was on the verge of death when he was rescued. Luckily, he survived. Unfortunately, he suffered moderate damage to the front of his brain, and as a result relapsed into psychosis.

Wayne was discharged, and spent the next 7 years living in a non-descript trailer park in Las Vegas, Nevada, and took up a meth addiction. In wake of recent events in the town of Aschenblume in Germany, Wayne was recently drafted back into SPTF service, hoping for someone that is both experienced and expendable. He's been clean and retrained for a few months now, but he's still suffering from meth withdrawal, and needs to be monitored for mental instability.
Olivia took a moment to think about Moot's response. How the hell was she supposed to get through the thick glass in the terminal? Break it? Never mind the soldiers that would be taking pot shots at them running across the airport, or what was happening with people outside the airport for that matter. This wasn't some Hollywood film where the bad guys couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. These were soldiers who have been trained to shoot and kill. Olivia perceived it as an overall dumb idea.

She took her phone back and typed.

am I supposed to break the glass?

But then Olivia spotted a crate and a lone soldier smoking a cigarette, right beside a terminal window. Plus, the other soldiers didn't seem to be giving too much attention to this part of the terminal "Grenades, M67, High Explosive" read a label on the crate. It was odd that they'd be this negligent with dangerous explosives, but it was an opportunity nonetheless. And just to the left of the soldier was an open jet bridge, also seemingly lacking the attention of the soldiers. Maybe they could make a less noisy escape there.

Olivia typed into her phone, and then pointed at the two options for Moot.

loud or quiet?
Getting tired, so I won't be able to do my sheet tonight.

Tomorrow will do.
Alright, I really do feel that I've been a bit too pushy. When I'm in other people's RPs, I really want to help them see their RPs bloom, but damn, it's so easy for me to become a dictator without even noticing. Cart, just let me know if you feel that I'm being too pushy. This is your RP, not mine, and I need to set some boundaries for myself.

Anywho, on to my character sheet.
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