BTW, does the Vault have a G.E.C.K. or not?
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Erika Markovic
"All right Elliot, I'll fight you . . . some other time," she sighed. If it would make the kid happy, she supposed there was no harm in helping him train.
With that, Erika turned to leave with her bear. The atmosphere seemed a bit too calm, she noted as she went back into her personal tent. She postulated that something was going to happen. She hadn't seen any Cimmerians for a long time, although she knew that their luck just might run out.
The tent felt dim and refreshing, a calm departure from the sun outside. Her bear was eager to lie down in his bed and Erika was eager to look over whatever letters had been sent to her.
She milled over the papers in front of her after she sat down. Almost all of it was fluff relating to the organization of her men or redundant moaning about her supposed incompetence. The constant complaints, she had thought, were probably because they didn't like how the war squeezed money out of their pockets. A few were, at the least, informative, even if they brought nothing but bad news.
Her petition for more horses: DENIED, her petition for more men: DENIED. Not even her petition for a castle or fortress of some sort could get approved, she noted as she stared at the letter.
≼Dear Ms. Markovic≽
We regret to inform you that we cannot start any more building projects, as any assets that would be sent to help you would serve to cripple other, more important parts of our society. You understand that we are at war; thus we cannot spend resources on mindless frivolities of which you had the whimsical notion to ask for. You and your men should already have sufficient defenses and manpower to stave off any possible attack, so your demands are not only deleterious to the war effort at large, but also do not have basis in fact. Please do not ask to bolster your forces any more.
Signed, The Valeriyan Department of War
"What can I assume when those 'assets' are probably used for building manors of some sort," she grumbled silently. She threw the letter to the ground, now angered that she was left without any real assistance. She somewhat calmed down and left her tent, trying to separate herself from what she had just read. The feeling of contempt for those pinhead politicians who barely knew the ramifications of this war stirred inside her. Erika knew it would take something big to change their mind, something very big. Erika patrolled the palisades surrounding her part of the camp, trying to calm down. She was livid.
Ill get my post up in a bit
I'm going to need player consensus on @Kuroneko's character, as it does break away from what was stated in the OOC.
However, some of you may feel that having one character like this may be okay.
I dunno, someone get back to me with a yay or nay.
I think @Kuroneko's character is fine, if her role was limited to exploring the area surrounding the Vault and as long as she isn't too familiar with the wasteland. The element of mystery of the wasteland could still be preserved for the other characters, if her recounts of the wasteland were confidential and only seen by the Overseer.
But hey, the Overseer would need to approve, seeing as how they would control anyone going in and out of the Vault.
Name: Parthenia Boehrman
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Vault Technician
Brief Bio: Parthenia lived normal life in the Vault, or about as normal as this sort of lifestyle could be, living in a metal cave. She was raised by a taciturn and hesitant couple, people that didn't give her the attention she craved for. She generally spent most of her free time reading or talking with people she seemed to share interests with, although she never did have many friends. Her parents pressured her to take up a role that wouldn't be too strenuous and Parthenia, at least subconsciously, agreed. After taking the G.O.A.T., she was assigned a role as a Vault Technician, a role she was content with.
Personality: Parthenia is a quick-witted and resourceful girl. She is able to worm her way out of most situations, using anything available to get her way. She is a generally calm and affable person, always wanting to meet new people and willing to chat with anyone. Most people will describe Parthenia as a kind and optimistic person, always flashing a smile and giving a warm greeting to anyone she meets. However, under this facade lies a crueler, opportunistic woman, one willing to lie, cheat, and steal to get her way. In times of leisure, she is laid back and willing to joke around, but in times of strife she can get spiteful and her words can become bitter, caustic, and generally mean, at least until she calms down.
Skills: Parthenia has extensive knowledge and experience dealing with Repairs and Computer Science. As mentioned earlier, her Speech skills allow her to get her way more often than not. Additionally, she has a basic understanding of using Guns and Energy Weapons, although this only extends to knowledge gained from books and talks with other people.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Occupation: Vault Technician
Brief Bio: Parthenia lived normal life in the Vault, or about as normal as this sort of lifestyle could be, living in a metal cave. She was raised by a taciturn and hesitant couple, people that didn't give her the attention she craved for. She generally spent most of her free time reading or talking with people she seemed to share interests with, although she never did have many friends. Her parents pressured her to take up a role that wouldn't be too strenuous and Parthenia, at least subconsciously, agreed. After taking the G.O.A.T., she was assigned a role as a Vault Technician, a role she was content with.
Personality: Parthenia is a quick-witted and resourceful girl. She is able to worm her way out of most situations, using anything available to get her way. She is a generally calm and affable person, always wanting to meet new people and willing to chat with anyone. Most people will describe Parthenia as a kind and optimistic person, always flashing a smile and giving a warm greeting to anyone she meets. However, under this facade lies a crueler, opportunistic woman, one willing to lie, cheat, and steal to get her way. In times of leisure, she is laid back and willing to joke around, but in times of strife she can get spiteful and her words can become bitter, caustic, and generally mean, at least until she calms down.
Skills: Parthenia has extensive knowledge and experience dealing with Repairs and Computer Science. As mentioned earlier, her Speech skills allow her to get her way more often than not. Additionally, she has a basic understanding of using Guns and Energy Weapons, although this only extends to knowledge gained from books and talks with other people.
Erika Markovic, present day
Erika stood observing her Mercenaries. They all showed differing emotions as they woke up from their night's rest. Some were enthusiastic and filled with vigor, while some shuffled around groggily. Mikhael stood by her, docile and lethargic, as he was woken up earlier than usual today. She gently rubbed behind his ear as they patrolled the encampment. The men knew their routine. After they had finished breakfast, they usually trained here near the barracks or in the surrounding forests. She watched some of her men switch shifts from their nightly patrols, a strenuous task indeed. Those coming back from their shift moved no slower than a slug, eager to get some rest.
Erika had already eaten, having woken up much earlier than most of the camp. However, she soon figured that rambling around the encampment did not help her in any way, so she set upon an exercise. She acquired some more comfortable shoes and went to a hike out in the wilderness, her bear behind her.
It was quite the way to pass the time, when Mikhael constantly broke into a full sprint at any sign of movement, it was tough for Erika to catch him.
"Guess you finally woke up, eh?" Erika whispered to the bear as he gave a soft roar. The two stopped at a nearby creek. Mikhael stared longingly at the flowing water, desperately scanning it for any delicious fishes. The entirety of their trip was uneventful, but it was a calm and peaceful way to pass the time. As the two walked back, Erika found herself reminiscing about when she was first chosen to become a Mercenary, those many years ago . . .
Erika, nine years ago
A girl with long, luscious blonde hair adorned in a small yet lavish white dress stared at the collection of goblets before her. She scrutinized each one that caught her eye, looking for anything that would appeal to her. Supposedly, these cups were supposed to choose her. She assumed that meant certain cups were designed to appeal to certain people with certain characteristics, but it all seemed so complicated and quixotic. THESE WERE JUST CUPS!
She was done with this silly game. Erika looked for the most overtly masculine cup, something that would, hopefully, epitomize the Mercenary way. She didn't really find anything that called out to her, until she examined a cup that seemed uneven as it sat on the table. She stared at it for what seemed like hours before she noticed something very peculiar: a blade protruding from the bottom of the goblet.
Erika almost burst out in laughter at the sight of this blade. Obviously, the blade was much too short to be of any real use in a fight, but it served a purpose at that exact time. She hurried over toward the fountain and eagerly filled the stupid hunk of metal up with some water. The suspense was palpable as she looked at it as it changed color to a nice, shiny, Mercenary Red.
She rushed out of the building to greet her family, each of whom earnestly awaited her results. Unfortunately, the truth shocked her mother and father, who stood there with an expression of both shock and disappointment, but her brother was obviously happy for her, as he always had been.
That night, the dissatisfaction at the dinner table was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Listen, Erika, you need to protest this. We don't want you to be killed!" her dad asserted,
"You know about your cousin, Alexei? The one without any legs?! He was a Mercenary too! An ardent one at that! We don't want the same happening to you! Please, do it for us!" her mom pleaded, "Come, be a Practitioner, or a Familiar, anything but one of those brutes!"
"Look, you're probably not even cut out for fighting anyway, just quit that nonsense for your own good," her dad finally stated. He had, evidently, crossed the line. Erika stormed out her house, taking only her coat with her. Luckily for her, her brother tailed right behind her.
"Why didn't you defend me back there!?" she snapped at him when he could finally get her to stop.
"Look . . . Erika . . . I see both sides . . . but I still support you," he panted, catching his breath, "I got someone who can help you out, at least until you speak to the Mystics again . . ." he then listed off some house where she could stay at for a while. The memory escaped her, but from then on she decided she would be stable and self-assured. Quite the time of her life.
She was about to reminisce about her first few weeks as a Mercenary before Mikhael nudged her gently, noting that they were already back at camp. Erika regained her composure as she began to observe what was going on around her. A small conglomerate of people had amassed at the training area, looking at a fight in progress. Erika quickly went and shooed them away. After that, she was the only onlooker of the bout between Nicholas and Elliot.
Elliot won, simply due to it being a war of attrition. He could take whatever came at him and dish it back out. Erika observed him as he fought, admiring his devotion and perseverance, especially because of the fact that he was still green. He reminded her of the past, and of how devoted she was, and still is, to her craft.
As Elliot basked in the glory of victory, still relatively unfazed by the beatings he had taken, Erika walked up to him. She put her hand on his shoulder and interrupted his challenge for another opponent.
"Listen, Elliot, is it? I think you'd better take a break, at least before you pass out,"
I don't see the need for goblets.
Interested.
Here's my CS, tell me if anything needs to be altered. BTW, @Ammokkx would you mind if my character was the Mercenary leader?
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Do you know what field you'd be interested in?
Probably Merc.
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