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[flame99]

You force yourself through the small pile of rubble, taking shelter from the elements, and whatever may be outside. You take out a dulling, short pencil, and begin writing in a journal you found some time ago.
Month 4, Day 24(?)
It has been some time since the Apocalypse occurred. To prevent any chance of this journal getting damaged so that no one knows how this all started, I will restate it here once more. Approximately 4 months and 24 days ago, several being living underground came to the surface. They proved to be extremely intelligent, and extremely strong. Due to their menacing appearance, which varies from creature to creature, several other survivors have nicknamed them "Demons". The world was not always like this, and most believe that there is still some part of the world safe from them, even if it's unreachable. I have been sworn into an alliance, and I am currently headed back to their headquarters.
You begin going over basic details of yourself, the world, and the events that have recently occurred in order to attempt to stay sane, as you were taught be some fellow members of your alliance.
Name:
Appearance:
Gender:
Pre-apocolyptic profession:
Alliance:

Spoiler: List of alliances (click to show/hide)

The Hunters of Paradise: A group devoted to finding land safe from the demons. A large part of the alliance is made up of authority figures from various churches, though other professions are present as well.
The Hand of Asclepius: An alliance composed of doctors, nurses, pharmacists, and other healers. They were founded in the name of aiding all injured, and to try and mediate disputes between other alliances.
Brotherhood of the Snake: Composed of many different Dens, the Brotherhood is a band of thieves, highwaymen, thugs, and other criminals. Their Dens are among the best hidden of all hideouts, and they are bound on pain of death to never harm, extort, or steal from another member of this order.
The Daemonbound: A group dedicated towards the worship of and appeal to the demons. They do tend to leave them alone, in exchange for regular sacrifices. There isn't a large preference in their professions, and the mix is mostly equal.
The Guild of Tinkerers: A guild focused on the furthering of whatever technology can be found. They mostly employ engineers and scientists from many practical fields, and are on very good terms with the Order of Scavengers, due to several trades for scrap metal and machine parts.
Order of Scavengers: An order created specifically to try and find as much as possible that was left behind when people fled their homes due to the Apocalypse. They have no preference as far as profession goes, and will take in most people who are able to scavenge efficiently. They are on very good terms with the Guild of Tinkerers, due to several trades for weaponry and machinery.

[Yourmaster]

Alex Ramen
Apperence:Late twenties, long dark hair. Medium build. Blue eyes
Gender:female
Job:State trooper
Alliance:demonbound

[Detoxicated]

Sandra Marryweather
Appearance:Red haired beauty in mid twenties.
Gender:female
Job: Clockmaker/Part-Time Mechanic
Alliance: Tinkerer

[flame99]

You are Sandra Marryweather, a clockmaker in the Guild of Tinkerers, and though you once had red hair, you have since dyed it black to hide better from the demons. You take stock of your equipment as you go over other,  more distant events. You have with you two day's rations, a couple peices of scrap metal, but not really enough to make anything, and a dulling butcher knife. Having finished your task, you set off once more.
As you continue to push towards the headquarters, you stumble upon an abandoned house. There's probably some supplies in it, but it could be a hideout for bandits, or worse yet, demons.

[Detoxicated]

Sneak in trying to be as quiet as possible. Raise your knife, while doing so

[LeoLeonardoIII]

Do we recognize any Alliance marks on the building? Maybe a Scavenger came by here and had something to say about what's inside.

[flame99]

You calm your nerves, and begin to inspect the outside of the house. [17, 1] You find the marking of the Hunters of Paradise, an Ankh, scribbled hastily on the outside. The Hunters generally aren't aggressive, though they will often attack anyone who enters their territory, and they're the kind of people who define "territory" as "anywhere they've spent more than five minutes near".
There aren't any recent telltale signs of devastation, so they likely didn't choose this place specifically to flee from demons.

[Yourmaster]

Cry cry. Nobody ever picks my characters