Natural Progression Character Sheets

[Toneh]

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[Shemyaza]

Name: Mathilda Argall

Age: 20

Sex:Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5"8'

Weight: 120 lbs and steadily growing

Back Ground:
Mathilda was the daughter of two soldiers from the Doctor Corps of the ANC that had been sent to offer medical support to one of the more isolated towns that was outside of their protection. She was just seventeen then, still a trainee in her parents' profession, and it was going to be the first time she would actually be assisting them in the field. For a year things were going as well as could be expected in that rough terrain despite the limited forces they had at their disposal to get the job done. By the end of it all the town was on the verge of a becoming a prosperous and comfortable (if not altogether peaceful) place to live. Then one day, without warning or provocation a vicious horde of nomadic Sub-humans attacked the village and it's inhabitants. Without mercy they tore through the town, burning and killing anything in their path.

Both the townies and the ANC fought bravely against the intruders, but in the end it was a completely fruitless effort. They were far outnumbered by their enemies and come the following daybreak the entire place was left in a wake of blood and body-parts. The few survivors that remained intact were taken captive by the Sub-humans, and Mathilda was one of those unlucky few. Doomed to bear the half-breed that are so sacred to the Sub-human race, only to die at the end of it all as a living sacrifice to the same child she carried within herself.

She's been stuck in the Sub-human encampment for nearly three years now, and has since lost most of her humanity for the things she's seen and been through. She's very withdrawn towards most other people and is practically savage: having the same temperament and mannerisms of a feral beast. It is a rarity when she talks, and usually what comes out is vague ( if not garbled and completely nonsensical).

[Toneh]

Name: Ira Ramirez

Occupation: ANC Expeditionary Trooper, PFC

Age: 23

Sex: Male

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5"11”

Weight: 175 lbs

Skills: Highly skilled with maintaining the ANC trooper armor system, and the MA Rifle and pistol.

Melee Combat: Ira is trained rigorously in hand to hand self defense, as well as wielding the standard issue bayonet and Combat Baton.

Survival: After spending so much time on the outside Ira is very capable of surviving on his on and living off of the land.

EMT training, as well as proficient at creating and administering medicine and minor medical procedures.

Back Ground:

Ira was indoctrinated into the ANC at an early age under going education and training to be a member of the ANC warrior caste from an early age, he was a decent trooper at best, and insubordinate at worst. His trails for the most part were uneventful, until His convoy was combined with a number of others to enter the Western Barrier Desert. The Convoy was destroyed, and Ira subsequently survived and moved on. He has since continued heading west..


Equipment:

MA rifle
2 MA Pistol(One is in Mathilda’s hands, the other is on his person salvaged from Daniel Shaw)
MA Repeater: (Salvaged from the corpse of Daniel Shaw, it is dismantled and in his back pack)
Bayonet (In Mathilda’s hands)
Combat Baton
Deployable Nano weave plastic riot shield(In Mathilda’s hands)
ANC standard issue Guardian Nano-weave plate armor, helmet and Goggles,(Includes Re-breather and onboard “Dumb” computer and recorder) System.

Medical bag(Includes scissors, gauss wraps, bio foam, bonding synthetic skin, and re-grow gel, as well as a variety of medicines and drugs)

Machete(Located, strapped to his right boot)

Backpack(Holds all of his various belongings, including the device required to make ammo for his weapons)

[Ava Lenore]

Name: Sibyl Malcolm Alabaster, though I go by Penemue, as the old name no longer fits
Age: 19
Eyes: black and sunken
Hair: dark brown and cut off just below the shoulders
Build: 5’8” with an average—somewhat leanly muscular—build
Skin: fleshy and pink as if in a perpetual state of sun-burn
Distinguishing Features: wear headphones connected to an ancient cassette player with a single tape, cough up bloody mucus regularly, and have scars down one arm where I was shot and burned
Dress Style: breathing mask, goggles, boots, and a long, oiled duster over a tatty skirt and tank top. Two pistols (a desert eagle .44 and glock 9mm) are holstered under her arms, a third on her hip, and an AK 47 is strapped to her back, all concealed by the duster. In the duster is an amalgamation of ammunition, old food scraps, notes, pencil nubs, a stumpy knife, and a toothbrush.
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Occupation: Beggar
Home: The streets at the moment
Demeanor: I don’t want anyone to hurt, even if that means leaving loved ones behind. I am still grieving for my family and pining for Hassam, but I know I must be strong.
Eating habits: Whatever I can get
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Likes/Hobbies: listening to Father’s music, playing percussion, and singing quietly
Goals: To find wisdom and whatever else a person is supposed to find in a lifetime before my time is up
Obsessions/Weaknesses: Hassam, my love, who I had to leave behind so he wouldn’t get hurt
Dislikes: Pierre le Marigny, the man who killed my father, drove my mother insane, and threatened to destroy Hassam just to torture me. He wants me to be his successor as Iron Fist in Marigny, the territory he managed to seize control of and protect from the monsters that dwell in the ruins. “To be a good leader, we must become monsters,” he said.
Fears: Dying before achieving my goals, and Hassam turning into a monster
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Lover: Hassam, my eternal beloved, is a dark-skinned sniper/protector of Marigny
Parents: My parents were Theodore and Alexandra Alabaster. I loved my father more than I can say.
Secrets/Problems: I suffer from consumption (a.k.a. tuberculosis). I don’t know how long I’ve got.
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Is there God/karma/fate? Yes, yes! I need that in my life right now.
Does the end justify the means? No
Can anything happen? I’m too jaded to doubt anything.
Are you in love? Married? A virgin? Yes, no, yes
How do you deal with stressful situations? I duck and evade. Hopefully, someone I trust will be nearby for advice.
Do you remember your dreams? No—thankfully
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Have you ever…
Kissed someone? Yes, Hassam
Been betrayed? Alex nearly got me killed in her last psychotic episode. That, her lack of grief for Father, and her smile over Hassam getting hurt by Pierre have robbed her of the title “Mom.” I hate her, I love her, and I can’t trust her, no matter how I ache to.
Seen someone die? Yes. Pierre forced me to kill my father’s would-be assassin, Byron McAlister, in front of my parents after he tortured Hassam in front of me. My father was killed a week later when I refused to kill ever again.
Broken a law? What laws?
What's the best advice you’ve ever gotten? You can get something for anything—even your name.
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Training/School: I received training from Hassam’s uncle Marwan (reading people), Father’s friend Michael (knife-fighting and swordplay), Father (music and loving other), Hassam (swordplay and firearms), and Alex (subterfuge).
Quote: I’d kill for some AA batteries.
History: Find Out In Play

[Kings Anointed]

Name: Gabriel Judas
Age: 25
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Pastor
Pseudonyms/nicknames: Gabe
Appearance: Long brown hair tied back in a long braid with a few bangs hanging over his eyes, crystal blue eyes, trimmed beard the same color of his hair. His skin was light but not pale by any means, for the part of the world he lived in it was just considered lighter than normal. A simple beige long sleeve shirt adorned his torso, ripped and tattered blue jeans to his legs, and brown leather sandals like Jesus probably wore adorned his feet.

History: Gabriel grew up In the impoverished but rich in God town of “New Zion” His parents had been killed by the roaming creatures which many humans now feared. Gabriel always believed in God and Christianity but at the age of 13, after he was nearly killed by the beasts he devoted himself completely to God and studied to become the town’s preacher. Years later when Gabriel was twenty-five the presiding pastor Jethro Zechidea ordained him as pastor on his 25th birthday. The man who’d trained and mentored Gabriel along his path closed his eyes for the last time one night succumbing to skin cancer. Since then, Gabriel has developed a reputation as a kind man full of the Holy Spirit and as New Zion’s Leader, Loved by many and hated by just as many others who choose not believe in Jesus.
Equipment- Food supplies and such.
Weapon(s): The Word of God.
Armor: The Helmet of Salvation, Breastplate of Righteousness, Belt of Truth, (etc.)
Items: a Bible and personal effects

-Skills-Interpersonal communication, healing, small miracles, but they are increasing in occurrence and level.

-Flaws: Too merciful, to the point It comes back to spite him, can become too emotionally invested in his romantic relationships.
Skills: Passive Resistance, self defense practitioner(hand to hand combat and melee-weapon expert.)

[Toneh]

Scott is good,

Ava, we must speak!

The profile is decent, I just need some details on a few things.

[Nose_Meat]

Name: Mrs. MasterSergent Jazzmine Francine Right, NCR

Age: somewhere around 20

Sex:Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5"9'

Weight: 145 lbs

Back Ground:


Back in the dark country, Jazzimne had power, respect, and prestige. However, under the rule of the NCR, she was basically a slave to her husband. Her husband was the co-Leader and organizer fot he Fascist rebel faction known as the New California Republic (NCR). She was not allowed to leave the NCR under any circumstances. Being a fighter herself, Jazzmine slaughtered alongside her husband, giving out orders, and forming her own milita armies with ruthless ethics and no humanity. Until one day, she was stricken with a mysterious illness. The virus attacked her central nervous system, causing her to crack down the center. One second she could be a fierce killer, brutally massicareing anything living within a mile's bredth of her, she was a monster, more evil than she previously ever imagined. And she enjoied it. On the other side, this illness counteracted itself to the other extreme;She started to care. On a raid she spared a woman who had begged her to keep her child's life. She felt compassion and sorrow.The word got back to her husband, who acted as her higher commander first, and commanded her to a ordered her to be tortured and imprisoned ( a light sentence for the NCR). She begged her husband to spare her any harm, she cried, she pleaded, and professed her love to him.For this, Jazz was sentenced to treason against the NCR: death at nightfall. She fled. All the while battleing herself,and her sickness that ate away at her slowly. She lived off the monsters around her, hunting and gathering, and trying to keep herself well hidden from the NCR and from the horrible creatures.

[Dreamer]

Name: Chloe "Echo" Mandrake
Age: 22
Eyes: large, soft brown eyes framed by thick short eyelashes
Hair: light auburn, long flowing stream-like waves cascading down to brush the arch of her back
Height: 5’5
Skin: creamy white dappled with light freckles
Distinguishing Features: steam-punk glasses and a brand of a rose budding on the left side of her neck ( guild symbol)

Occupation: bard
Home: nomadic, caravan of large wagons and colorful tents
Demeanor:(find out in-play ^_~)

Likes/Hobbies: singing, juggling, throwing knives, dancing, gambling, smoking blue dirt, and drinking
Goals: "I want to sweep the world up in a gentle tornado of beauty and glory to help them escape themselves, even if it only lasts for a split-second in time."
Obsessions/Weaknesses: Gambling, fickle, materialistic, Assuming, physically weak, and when not performing clumsy
Dislikes: condescending assholes who treat her like second class because of her upbringing and occupation
Fears: Abandonment, drowning, and small spaces
Parents:-father:Liam, a tall broad man that would tinker with anything untill he learned to fix it. A lyre musician. -mother:Sabriel, a voluptuous beauty with a voice that is smooth and sultry.
Training/School: Well versed in daggers, though most of it is entrainment use. All her skills are entertainment and survival based due to her status and life style
Emotion: Empathy
Quote: see goal
History: Not much to say here. She had a life on the road, and she is traveling with her bardic guild (tribe). There are several tribes all names after plants, and Echo's tribe is Fleur or les fleurs qui parlent: Flowers that speak. At 20 all tribe members wishing to stay with the tribe must prove their worth but going out into the world alone and return only when they have a story, or performance worthy of the tribe. There is no time limit and it most commonly the search takes four years.