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@Sofaking Fancy can i move Sylvia to the characters tab since i re-read the rules super close?

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@Sofaking Fancy ok, great, thanks!

i couldn't come up with anything original for the CS, so i went with a fight. I figured it showed how Jet has affected her pretty good without me having to write about a slow decline into addiction which would take a while and required more writing skills than i currently have. In my head I also would have imagined that had anyone come around that corner in an assertive manor like "Do you have time for our lord and savior-" it probably would have been bad for them, too because she was so on edge after creepy old lady.

i also re-read the rules and did as you asked. i haven't seen anything like that before, but that's a good idea. to make sure people read the rules instead of just skim, like, uh, i did.

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@Sofaking Fancy sounds good

The Treasure of Emily Gray

ok other teams, i don't wanna spam, but you guys are really making it easy. where's the enthusiasm? we're on a space treasure hunt, people.

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Sylvia Bailey

"a little fleur-de-lise"

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NAME
Sylvia Bailey
AGE
32
GENDER
Female
SPECIES
Human
HOMETOWN
Shreve's Port
FACTION
N/A

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Quick to laugh and easy to smile, Sylvia carries herself with a constant energy. She often wears her blonde hair in a ponytail. Due to the hot, humid weather of post-nuclear Louisiana, she usually wears a cropped shirt and somewhat tattered jeans to let her skin breathe. Things like combat armor's too heavy, slows her down, and it doesn't seem to do people much good against a Silverfish. Some people seem to think leather armor will do anything against anything, but those people are dead. Might as well just be comfortable at that point. She has an authentic northern Louisiana accent, with twangs and soft letters. She's mostly unscarred besides a knife scar on her right arm, but don't let that fool you. She's seen firefights and killed some folks- she's just lucky, and a little skilled.

While friendly enough most of the time, her behavior can get strange when she hasn't had a dose of Jet recently. She's most pleasant when she's her normal self- the twilight between when her most recent dose is fading off, but not before she begins to crave again. When she's on Jet, she says odd things and can be cruel, but without it she becomes more unstable and quick to anger. Overall, she's always trying to be upbeat and charismatic, but it takes different subtexts depending on how high she is.

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TYPE ESFP
SPECTATOR'S REACTION
She could learn to stay out of people's business, or let things alone sometimes. It's not like she's crazy or anything- she's genuine enough, but sometimes she laughs at things that don't seem funny. I think the Jet gets the best of her sometimes. Sylvia also could really use someone who can reign her in because it seems like she's a little easy to piss off, and she gets herself into situations in which one party or another may be slightly hostile. I mean, it's not like she's bi-polar or something, but it's just odd sometimes. I guess that's just how she copes with the wasteland.

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TRAIT
Chem Reliant: You've taken chems all your life. You manage to make them last twice as long, but you're addicted as hell. You're a far better soldier on drugs then not.
SKILLS
Combat Skill
Small Guns: The use, care, and general knowledge of small firearms. Pistols, SMGs and Rifles.
Active Skill(s)
Steal: The ability to make those of others, your own. Can be used to steal from people or places.

PERK
no perk yet

STRENGTHS

• Agility: Sylvia is quick, flexible and nimble. Hard to pin down and able to fit into tight spaces.
• Pickpocket: Sylvia has learned to dip her hand quickly into someone else's pants pocket to steal away their caps, ammo, or Jet. She's also good at shoplifting.
• Combat Drugs: Her body had adapted to Jet over the years, it enhances her abilities greatly without immediate drawbacks.

WEAKNESSES

• Fragile: Easy to break.
• Combat Drugs: She's addicted to Jet. Without her fix she becomes irritable, distracted, clumsy and forgetful. While she's on jet she can be cruel and abrasive.
• Not Terribly Clever Hacking, lockpicking, reading an enemy, reading a book, are difficult or boring. She's also unaware of her addiction, or at least unwilling to acknolwedge it.

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WEAPONS
10mm Pistol: Sturdy, reliable, and packs a bunch. What's not to like?
Sharp Knife: For when things get unfortunate.
ARMOR
Clothes: Various tanktops and jeans won't stop bullets or claws, but then again not a lot of things will.
CHEMICALS

• 1 Stimpak
• 3 Jet Injections
• 2 Water Bottles

MISCELLANEOUS
Wallet with Bills: The old way of money had flair to it. Sacks of caps are beautiful, but seeing some guy named Washington on money is fun. That's why she has a leather wallet tucked into her back right pocket with a variety of paper bills wadded inside.

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Sylvia Bailey was jogging. Her loose shirt bounced up and down with her stride as she jogged down the mostly empty street. Around her hip was a leather belt with a 10mm pistol tucked into a holster, a sheathed knife, and a small satchel filled with a few snacks. Or Jet. Mostly Jet. She had taken some earlier to get some boring delivery work done and was still riding the buzz. So she was working off the excess energy with a jog. It kept her fit and seeing the city was fun. Not really paying attention, she jogged out of public attention and into more hidden area's of her hometown.

An older woman dressed in rags sat against a wall to the left of the entrance to an alleyway. As the entranced jogger passed, the woman thrust out a hand. "Spare a cap for an old woman?" Sylvia paused her jog. Sylvia wondered how it was possible an old woman beggar could even exist.

"Eh, sorry, no." She began to continue her jog. Two burly masculine figures suddenly stepped out of the alley way.

"How about a cap for us-" They began their intimidating spiel, but Sylvia, startled and high, began her dirty work. Immediately the handgun was out. She thrust it into the belly of the man on the right, interrupting his speech with a gunshot. The wounded man gasped and shot off his own gun that richochetted against the pavement. The second man produced a crowbar and prepared to swing, but Sylvia scrambled out of the way and raised the barrel of her gun towards As he swung again Sylvia shot him in the chest, sending the swing wide. Still, the crowbar slammed into the side of her torso and Sylvia's vision purpled in pain, but she still managed to get a second bullet off and the man stumbled backwards, angry and dead. The first man gurgled next to her as Sylvia glanced towards the old crone.

"Wait-" She also began, but a bullet found her chest and she wheezed, head drooping.

"First impressions, people." Sylvia said shakily, heart pounding, a bruise forming where the club struck her. She tensely giggled as the first man ceased her gurgling and stared vacantly at the sky. Her shirt was cropped, so one could see the bottom half of the bludgeoning wound. It began to turn a vivd purple. Sylvia giggled before doubling over, falling to her hands and knees, one hand on her damaged skin, coughing.

"I feel awake now!" She shouted to no one in particular. "All that energy's been worked outta me, that's for damn sure." People began to investigate the four gun shots, wandering in the general direction of the noise, safe behind a few security officers who lead the charge.

"Why would anyone do drugs when they could just kill people for the same buzz?" Sylvia wheezed out a laugh as she continued her jog away from the scene of the triple homicide in self-defense. How many times can you defend yourself before you start to be the one in the wrong? Sylvia wondered this to herself, already forgetting that she murdered the old woman in cold blood, the fact vanishing into the haze of adrenaline, pain, and Jet.

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Oh, it's terribly mainsteam, I suppose, but I thought of it first.

edit: changed Sneak active skill to Steal active skill

edit 2: nerfed charisma to 6 and re-read the rules super close

edit 3: nerfed Luck to 5 and buffed perception to 7

EDIT 4: naahhh no reason for her to be that perceptive nerfed to 5. she's really perceptive on jet. buffed agility to 9 to compensate. if i'm changing my character too much let me know

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i love fallout. i'll try to work on a CS that isn't trash-garbage. good job formatting by the way holy toleto

The Treasure of Emily Gray

ok, my post was getting long so i posted it.

Grays can still talk before the take-off, during and after, no problems there.

I can quickly post us into space if everyone's okay, but I figured the take-off was an important event to get character reactions on, and since Reika's reaction come free with my own post I thought it would be mean to have my post also including us getting to Mars in like, a few days time-skip.

So, Grays can all agree on when to time-skip but in the meantime we can react to the big exciting take off hooray!

The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo

Current Deployment: Venus

Reika had been pressing various buttons on the console of the ship she was going to be piloting as the rest of the crew talked amongst themselves First thing she noticed was how beautiful it was. Sleek, high-tech, compact and easy on the eyes, all the pertinent information was there ready to be digested with easy to notice symbols that correlated with important features. When she touched the wheel that resembled two parenthesis connected by a circle, she felt the electricity of excitement stand her hairs on end. There was the window infront of her that for now only showed the boring port on Venus, but soon would show the inky blackness of space. All around her were various monitors that showed the outside of the ship, with radars and detection devices that divulged the Wight's surroundings to her.

Ugh! Reika hadn't been able to pilot a ship in too damn long. Being taxi'd around because she didn't have a ship to pilot was the worst. It was like she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, or shaking the cobwebs from her brain. There were sundry buttons of all kinds all around her, things that might overwhelm the unexperienced but for Reika it was the most comprehensive user interface she'd ever seen.

The pilot's chair was large, adjustable and had four straps that created an X across her chest. She could move it up, down, forward and backwards slightly to get into the most comfortable position possible. It was bolted hard to the floor so she could pilot upside down if she wanted too.

Victor then appeared in what looked like full command mode. 'Now', he demanded. Reika, excited, smiled wide. "Aye-aye!" She gave a exaggerated, slacking salute as he vanished from her view. She then turned back to the Wight's interface. The thrusters began to warm and the entire Wight began to give an awesome whistle. A flick of a switch retracted the boarding ramp into the body of the ship. The reactor began supplying power to the engines, weapons, and shields. Reika giggled to herself when she saw the interface come to life.

Victor's voice came over the radio, they were behind schedule and needed to move.

She began to taxi the ship out of the port and to the runway. At about 10 miles per hour it was slow moving, and Reika just wanted to sail this baby in space. The way was clear infront of her as they were one of the only crafts confirmed to to take-off around this time thanks to the Gray's.

Eventually there was nothing but the dome above them and the large steel runway. The runway lead into a large, triple layered airlock. The first door-portal opened around them, all the parts receding from the center of the door. It took about 30 seconds for the door to open. The Wight hummed past the first airlock, and for 30 seconds the door closed behind them.

"Come on, come on!" Reika rapidly and impatiantly tapped her foot, biting her lower lip. One and a half minutes later, the final airlock door began to open into the crushing atmosphere of Venus. Before her stretched the vast green emptiness of pure poison and the remainder of the runway that was exposed to the cruel elements outside the safe dome of Aphrodite.

She flicked on the intercom and her voice filled the ship.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Wight, this is your pilot speaking. We're about to take off, so I'm gonna activate the artificial gravity, but I'd recommend taking a seat anyway unless you wanna fall flat on your ass or worse." She paused, looking at the atmosphere, and turned a lever to activated the artificial gravity. Immediately everyone could feel themselves get about twice as heavy because of the compounded gravity of the ship and Venus. Still moveable, but it was a little uncomfortable to have 2 G's pressing down.

"Okay, here comes the countdown," she spoke into the intercom again. "Five...four...three-two-one!" The Wight sped up quickly as the now warmed up thrusters kicked on, the pilot having lost her patience. Reika felt herself get pushed back into her seat as it picked up velocity. The ship was zooming down the runway. She pulled up, and the G's pulled harder. One would hope everyone was strapped in or else they'd be hard pressed into the corner of some room.

The wheels retracted into the ship, causing the drag to reduce. They were now officially in the air! Soon the floating city of Aphrodite was well behind them, and anyone watching from the port would see them be submerged in green fog.

"Okay, okay, we're up! Fucking nice!" She said to herself, though the intercom was still on. Hearing her own voice echo throughout the ship, Reika realized her mistake. "Oops," her voice rang throughout the ship one last time as she turned off her intercom. Quickly putting the mishap behind her Reika glared, grinning, at Venus's sky, vessel ascending towards the currently unseen heavens above.

Regardless of any crew comments, conversations or criticisms that happened in the meantime, the Wight would be in space in about ten minutes.

The Treasure of Emily Gray

The Gray Dynasty: Reika Saigyo

Current Deployment: Venus

Reika followed behind Abigail, waiting for her to travel down the hatch and pick a room before she herself climbed down. She looked down the hallway at the few rooms available, and began to walk. She let her momentum carry her towards the room two doors down and to the right. It slid open and she slid her bag off her shoulder and into the corner. There was a touchpad on her side of the door, and she fiddled with it for a few minutes. Her door opened, closed, and opened again as she pressed the biggest virtual button that looked like the sliding door. That was easy. There were a few other buttons too, with various words and symbols. Eventually, she discovered a button that looked like a open pad-lock. She tapped it and pad-lock went from green to red, and the symbol snapped shut. Locked. She didn't bother making it so her name appeared on the outside for that would have required another three minutes of hassle.

There was a bed hunched in the corner, a ventilation shaft, a cabinet, a chair and a desk with a personal pad on it. It was comfortable enough, for sure. Reika pulled her bag over to the desk and cabinet and began storing her extra clothes. Tank tops, t-shirts, leggings, cargo pants and various underwears were all loosely organized. There was a toothrbrush and things of that nature, too, and a handgun. All of the necessities of life. She gripped the weapon and held it in her hands, sliding the slide and ejecting the mag to examine the bullets inside. Bullets- they worked. The only issue is collecting the shells afterward if you fight on your own ship, but that seemed trivial.

She placed the gun- safety on of course- on the desk with the magazine set next to it. Sitting in chair, she leaned preciously back as she set her boots on the surface of the desk, and thought about her first encounter with her new crew.

Victor reminded her somewhat of Captain Evans, her old captain back on the Barnet. No one reminded her of Zebediah as always, because no one was quite like him. Of course, Captain Evans was the best captain in the solar system, and Victor was weird and new. Abigail was a smartass, for sure, one of those educated types with a large vocabulary who like to annoy you with their friendliness. The other old guy talked funny, but a lot of people in her life did so she knew not to judge. Apparently, their doctor was a Havvy. The only alien on board was the one who was supposed to fix them up; no one else thought that was a little fucked up. Creepy little bastards, with those big black eyes of theirs. She snapped from her stupor and thought that she needed to see more of the ship she was going to be piloting.

Wandering throughout the ship, if no one stopped her Reika would eventually find her way into the cockpit where she would fiddle with the controls for a bit.

The Treasure of Emily Gray

mmm, look at that big beautiful collab. thank you perp for formatting and making little adjustments that make it read better