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Wanderers

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The sun glances across the surface of the rolling sands. The pocked and torn surface of the Liftruck's hull throws a rough reflection across the driver's exhausted face. He touches a control and the chassis eases downward. The old pilot turns his head slightly as if to say something, then pops the hatch and slides it roughly to one side. He drops from the cabin, his yellowed leather boots sinking into the ground as trudges his way up the dune he landed before. He reaches the crest and gazes out across the land he has so long called home, the land he has so long wandered….

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The players take the role of nomads living on a desert world. Their goal is to defeat the Bandit Lord (played by mentallama). He does not know your names right away, but he will come to fear you as word of your deeds spreads across the Greater Dunes. The Bandit Lord possesses great resources and a powerful army of raiders. Killing him will require the utmost cunning and a steady resolve, and perhaps a touch of luck.


Character Sheet---

Name: The one your parents gave you.
Title: The name your foes and/or allies will know you by. Ex. The Saviour of Kinesberg, Black Bullet, Chicken Chaser. Of course, for the first choice to make sense you'd have to rescue a town called Kinesberg first, but you get the idea. Your title can change at any time.
Ethnicity: Choose one - Hinkisian (Hinkis - The Southern Dunes. The inhabitants are renowned survivalists and merchants), Jovan (Jova - The Eastern Dunes. The inhabitants are all reliable craftsmen and skilled mechanics), Swastian (Swastia - The Northwestern Dunes. The inhabitants are famed for their cold efficiency and isolationism). This determines your starting point and cultural roots, but need not determine your character's personality.
Gender: M/F
Background: Why are you pursuing the Bandit Lord? Try be creative and stay away from common cliches if at all possible (he burned my village down/raped my wife/punched my dog in the face).
Appearance: What are you wearing? You're living in the desert, so keep that in mind. Functional apparel is acceptable and encouraged.
Primary: Make up a rifle and add flavour text to give it its own signature look. Camouflage, decals and decorations are permitted. No lasers, and no attachments for now. You can base it off of an existing rifle or your favourite fictional one, or even draw one yourself and drop a photo in there. You'll be fighting in the desert, so keep that in mind.
Secondary: A rare grenade, your favourite crossbow, whatever you like. Nothing too terribly overpowered if you please. If it IS overpowered, it will likely be broken or missing a key component. Just know that choosing a rocket launcher is probably a bad idea. You can also opt to have multiple weaker weapons, such as two pistols, or a bandolier with a dozens kunais on it. To sort of give you a yardstick, the ideal weapon is a submachine gun. Once again, you'll be fighting in the desert, so keep that in mind.

Roleplaying is encouraged if not expected.

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Dice Rules:
[Lower Than 1] - Blew Up In the Hanger: You are guaranteed to lose limbs, life, equipment, jobs, friends, dignity, etc. The severity of the loss goes in accordance with however many points below 1 you have fallen.
[1] - Utter Loss: It didn't work, and you've likely made the situation worse in the process.
[2] - Failure: Whatever you were trying to do, it didn't pan out.
[3] - Ineffective: Your action was successful, but it hardly made a difference.
[4] - Success: It worked, and with the intended results.
[5] - Pure Victory: The action went just as you planned it, and you even managed to get something else in too.
[6] - Pyrrhic: The action went as planned, but with unexpected side effects.
[Higher Than 6] - I Don't Understand: You are guaranteed to gain limbs, life, equipment, jobs, friends, dignity, etc. The value of the gain goes hand-in-hand with the amount of points above 6 that you have risen.

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Reminder: I'll pick up your character sheets easily enough on my own, but if you want to make post-script changes, PM ME FOR GOD'S SAKE.

Wanderers:
TCM - Madeline

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Name: Madeline Hassik 
Title: Ivory Shadow
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: F
Background: Madeline had the privilege of being born as a Princess. Her aristocratic life was good enough for her standards, alternating between relative peace and minor territorial wars. That changed when the Bandit Lord showed up, with the largest the Hassik Kingdom had ever seen. There was a raid, followed by a siege which lasted several days. The Bandit Lord eventually called it off, but not without giving the region a good pillaging. In the struggle, a number of peasants and soldiers died in the conflict, as well as massive amounts of property damage occurring. This was not unfamiliar to the people of the area, as there were previous battles in the past. However, Madeline's family....were all alive. Kind of make's sense with them being the nobility and all that they would get the most guards. The trouble was that the Bandit Lord made off with a lot of loot, much of it precious to the Hassik leaders. Jewels, bells, weapons, furniture, instruments, clothing and etc. were stolen, all of which had huge symbolic, economic, or spiritual importance to the land.

So, somebody had to go out and get it all back. All the common people had to stay to repair the damage. As for Madeline's family, her parents, while both relatively healthy, were in their 50's and in no shape able to make a fast-paced and violent reclamation of their belongings. Madeline's siblings were non-laborious and generally lame. Her only semi-able brother, Frederick, had broken his leg during the struggle against the Bandit Lord. It was unanimously decided that Madeline be the one to retrieve the Hassik treasure. Not only was she the most-able bodied and physically skilled, but she had become notorious due to her past acts of...."indecency", which brought a load of embarrassment upon her court. This journey would additionally give time for the people of the land to forget about Madeline's act, and restore her honor with embarking on a noble quest.


Appearance: Madeline has raven-dark hair and very fair skin. Her pigmentation is a rare sight, hence her nickname as "Ivory." Her eyes are brown. She is about 5-and-a-half feet tall standing with an athletic, slightly muscular build. Due to her build, clothing and preference to keep her hair shoulder-length or shorter, Madeline is androgynous looking, and can be easily mistook for a male at first glance.

Speaking of her clothing, Madeline wears a luxurious purple and black (the color of her family) cloak-like covering. Beneath it are much simpler garments. A common black shirt over and yak-leather pants. Around her waist is a swerving utility belt with all sorts of little tools and knacks she carries. She wears high-black military-styled boots. As for her head, she has two ruby earrings in the shape of the moon. Her lower face is covered with a tight-fitting custom bandana with the same color scheme as her cloak. Her most defining facial clothing, however, is that she wears a pair of large with an orange tint.

Primary: Covodoi 23H. (Based off the real AK-47 rifle and it's variants.) The common soldier's assault rifle of her homeland. Nothing fancy about it, no scopes or grenade launcher attachments. It's not very effective at long range, but at close range it has a lot of stopping power, and can easily blow a large hole in your chest with a good shot. Because of it's sturdiness, also makes for a good melee weapon in a pinch. It is camouflaged in purple-and-black for her family's colors again, as well as make it hard to spot during the night.
Secondary: Silenced JRL4. (Based off the real life Luger Pistol)

Caellath - Theodore

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Name: Theodore Morrison
Title: Harmless Kitten
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: Male
Background: Theodore believes some evils are necessary, and a figure like the Bandit Lord may be a necessary figure. However, he does not believe the current one is appropriate for the role. Too sanguine and lacking in several skills the young man deems needed for the job, the Lord must be taken down by Theodore's hands and, if he sees fit to, replace him in the seat of power.
Appearance:
 :: Brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10", 150 lbs, young.
 :: Wears a turban and a cloth that covers up to his nose - both already showing signs of wear. A set of large goggles is propped against his forehead and the rest of his clothing is composed of a jacket, shirts and cargo pants with desert camo and several utilitarian pockets. A backpack is on his back, hidden by the cloak tied to his neck he uses to protect his body whenever a sandstorm approaches. His feet are clad in resilient combat boots and he has leather gloves for his hands.
Primary: Desert-Camo AK-12 - a sand-colored tassel with a black inking of stylized cat paws is tied to the folding stock and usually firmly tied around Theodore's arm as well.
Secondary: Surgery and Med kit - A large medical kit hidden inside his backpack, it provides solutions for most problems as long as the user knows what they're doing

OREOSOME - Anna

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Name: Anna Harved
Title: Grey Hawk
Ethnicity:, Swastian
Gender: F
Background: The man is just a threat to society. Yeah. Not personally going after him because he killed her best friend/Boyfriend or anything. No.
Appearance: A cloak surrounding some light colored clothes.
Primary: A bolt action scouting rifle, equipped with some old iron sights. The image of a eagles wings around the planet is faded to one side.
Secondary: A two small pistols.

mesor - Jamos

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Name : Jamos Hedge.
Title : Crimson sands.
Ethnicity : Jovan.
Gender : Male.
Background : A young bounty hunter who had a habit of picking the worst possible jobs, those that it was fully expected for nobody to survive then delighting in rubbing it in everybody's faces when he succeeded. He had declined this very contract a dozen times before believing that it was to suicidal even for him until one day a large group of men cornered him and " Politely " requested that he reconsider and pointed out that they knew where to find his wife and daughters.
Appearance : A set of light leather armor including a hood with netting that can be lowered and secured to the base of the hood and a leather face plate, all sand colored.
Primary : Mk.14 EBR ( Standard 3x holographic scope and design, full auto/single fire variant 20 round clip ) Sand colored from top to bottom except for a crimson crow painted onto the side.
Secondary : A pair of wrist mounted crossbows with several different types of poison darts ( Hold 5 darts each at a time with a switch to select which dart to fire ) and an assault crossbow with incendiary and explosive bolts.

Firelordsky - Hirt

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Name: Hirt Skawnal
Title: Dune Hunter
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: M
Background: Hirt deserted from the Bandit King's rebel army after the Bandit King slaughtered most of his squad after they retreated. Hirt vowed to avenge his fallen comrades by killing the Bandit King.
Appearance: A set of various pieces of looted armor and a cloak.
Primary: An ITM Model 3 with some old iron sights.
Secondary: 10 javelins.

CrimsonEon - Yureig

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Name: Yureig Caestan
Title: Ghost Among the Dusts
Ethnicity: Hinkisian
Gender: M
Background: Caestan spent much of his life acting as a messenger, guide and scout across the vast wasteland that made up the world today. He is a welcome sight to the unprepared caravan in desperate need of safe passage across the more dangerous patches of desert. Like many people, he has just about always been at odds with the Bandit Lord, but over the years it had been restricted to an indirect vendetta. However, Caestan had the misfortune of escorting a caravan that would be ambushed by a group of the Bandit Lord's top trackers, a confrontation that he would barely escape, but not without being identified by the trackers. His old safe havens no longer safe, Caestan was left with only two options; escape the Bandit Lord's reach or deal with the threat directly. Turned ever so slightly vindictive through the constant attrition, Caestan aims to turn the deserts into the Bandit Lord's worst nightmare.

Appearance: Caestan is a young man at only 20 years, but is incredibly muscular for someone of his lean build. His face is smooth and uniform, his cropped hair a faded brown, and his eyes almost seem to match his tanned skin. He wears loose fitting linens under a camouflaged cloak, hood drawn up at most times.
Primary: A rather well-maintained assault rifle not unlike a FN-SCAR. Sports a tan finish that blends in rather well with Caestan's cloak.
Secondary: Caestan carries a group of homemade anti-personnel mines to help in his guerrilla strikes against the Bandit Lord's men.

Yoink - Tapras

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Name: Tapras
Title: Watchful Coyote
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: M
Background: Growing up in a small, hardscrabble village in the Northwestern hills, Tapras learned from a young age how to hunt alongside his father and brothers. Village life was hard, yet peaceful. They worked hard and ate enough to fill their bellies, drank and made merry on religious celebrations, and entertained themselves with stories passed down through the years from the Before time, or, occasionally, those of a travelling storyteller.
Of course, as excitable youths, Tapras and a couple of his brothers decided it would be far more worthwhile to set out to see the world. Taking their worn, well-kept rifles, ammunition, trail rations and canteens, they made a trek southwards and joined up with a caravan from the Eastern dunes, selling trinkets and simple refurbished toasters.

Signing on as guards, they had little do do as the caravan made its way along, occasionally taking potshots at dangerous beasts and once or twice at possible bandits, but for the most part they just watched the surroundings and spoke to those who had travelled far and wide.
Eventually, though, Tapras heard tell of some villain known as the Bandit Lord and, more importantly, the bounty a rich Hinkisian trader had placed on his head. He wanted to set off at once to claim this bounty, but alas, his brothers were less enthusiastic.
They argued, and eventually Tapras scowled, shouldered his rifle and set off, saying he was going whether they came or not.
He's been walking the hot sands, ever-so-slowly approaching his quarry since. He's been through a few scrapes, escaped from a few sticky situations, gathered a few scars and aged a fair bit. He doesn't talk much, not since he left his brothers.

Appearance: Tapras, a lean-faced young man with jagged eyebrows, high cheekbones and a pinched, wary expression, is clad partly in the ragged clothes he took with him from home. Where those have frayed beyond salvaging, they've been replaced with various other styles from along the road. His dark hair, approximately shoulder length, is usually tucked back behind his ears.
He wears a thin, dark brown jacket sewn with beads along the cuffs and neck, a pair of rugged denim shorts, their camoflague pattern faded to a bunch of reddish/brownish smudges, and his feet are either clad in simple hide moccasins or left bare, when appropriate. Helping to keep up his pants, as well as hold weaponry, is a broad, dark blue cloth belt of village make.
For cold weather he has a spare, thick woolen shirt to go under his jacket, along with a pair of legwarmers of dubious origins. For when the desert sun beats down, he has a black Tagelmust-style turban.

Primary: A Springfield M1903, the wooden parts worn smooth in places yet overall kept in good working order. The sides of the rifle are decorated with a long pattern in yellow, red and brown paints, culminating on the stock with a stylized, round-bodied coyote with large, cartoonish eyes. It's carried slung across his back with a thick string.
Secondary: A Colt Peacemaker, somehow surviving from 1873. It's in fairly poor condition. A circular brass emblem is embedded in the wooden grip, etched with a tribal symbol of a sun with a human face. Belonged to his grandfather.
As well as that, he has a pair of bolas also given to him by his grandfather, tucked through his belt.

Jatha - Makos

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Name: Makos Duran

Title: Pouncing Cheetah

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Hinkisian

Background: Makos never wanted to hunt incredibly dangerous men across the dry sands. Rather, his heart had been set on the lowly dream of creating his own finacial empire and living in safety and comfort with the love of his life and their dozen or so children. Unfortunately, his sweetheart's father has a rather low opinion of Makos's competency, and as such has refused to grant his daughter's hand in marriage until Makos has proven beyond a doubt his capability, charging him with the task of bringing back the Bandit Lord's head as his test.

Appearance: At 22 years of age, Makos stands 5"11 with brown hair and vibrant blue eyes with a small scar just under his right eye, a testament to a childhood past time of playing with his father's handgun. He wears combat boots, desert camo pants and a brown t-shirt.

Primary: Mk V "Ranger" : A High Caliber, Semi-automatic assualt rifle that preforms best at mediem range. 20 rounds/clip

Secondary: "Firecracker" automatic pistol: An reliable weapon that has seen regular use in militas for the past 20 years. Semi Auto/Full Auto fire selector; 10 rounds/clip

The Bandit Lord:
mentallama

Second
Tiruin

The Green Bard:
Dwarmin(?) - ? ? ?

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Name: ? ? ?
Title: The Green Bard
Ethnicity: ? ? ?
Gender: F
Background: It seems to most people the Green Bard has existed as long as the Bandit Lord has-even from his early days a relatively minor Warlord, before his powers expanded exponentially to where he is today. Though nothing is clear, she was believed to have first appeared after the bloody sacking of the township of High-Tower, one his first major victories-appearing before a crowd of refugees and inciting a violent riot against his occupation forces. The Bandit Lord had 100 women hung from the city gates (as process of elimination), but her identity was never confirmed. She appeared again four months later, during the desperate defense of the Singegate, rallying the defenders to fight on and resist surrender. Though the Bandit Lord won the battle and sacked the city, it was a costly one, more or less a Pyrrhic victory-and instrumental in stopping his advance that Winter.

Since that time, she has had a habit of showing up when she's most needed...

Most people believe the Green Bard is one of the Bandit Lords countless victims, taking revenge as best she can, or a coalition of women, working together to undermine his rule. The Rumors also pin her as any one of a dozen potential persons-ranging from one of his lovers fallen out of his favor, to his own Mother, a childhood friend, or a General or soldier he betrayed during his rise. Indeed, the lengths to which the Green Bard go seem...excessive. Even personal.

As with all legends, the Truth is up to you to decide.
   
Appearance: The Green Bard is described thusly, on the Bandit Lords latest wanted posters. Unfortunately, it's mostly guessing. Few people seem to describe her in any helpful fashion.

"Yea, the Bandit Lord seeks this traitor to his realm for the crime of Treason. Obey, report, and be richly rewarded.

She is a woman of middling height and of slight weight, hardly under 5 feet. Her hair is a subtle blonde, the color of a tawny sand cat. Her eyes are cold-blue, like deep water. Her skin is tan and waned. She speaks with a slight Jovan accent. Her usual habit is a Limed-Green body length Cloak and Hood, and open-toed sandals in the Hinkis way. She is observed to be dexterous and good spoken, indicating perhaps a well educated entertainer, such as a dancer or a musician. There is a slight scar on her chin, shaped like a wound from a barb of some sort.

This woman is wanted. All who shelter or protect her identity are subject to immediate execution or enslavement, along with all their bloodkin. Obey the Bandit Lord and deliver her to his Citadel alive, or present the head or mostly intact body, and you will have the ear of our merciful Lord."

Waitlist:
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King DZA

borno - Wilmur

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Name: Wilmur Griffin

Title: The Gunner

Ethnicity: Swastian

Gender: M

Background: Born and raised in the southern dunes, Wilmur had a strange obsession with guns. Pistols, rifles, you name it. As such, he was usually alone as a child. On his eighteenth birthday, he took a few guns from the armoury and headed out to explore the world. Now, at about 20 years old, he's taken to hunting down wanted criminals, and the first person on his list was the Bandit Lord.

Appearance: A squat, tanned man, Wilmur insists on always wearing his sun-bleached t-shirt and pants, no matter what the weather. His sandy hair is rather short-cropped, and he has hazel eyes.

Primary: An AK-47 named Helna. Currently it has about 5 notches carved into it, but he feels that that's about to change.

Secondary: An MP5 named Betty. It currently only has 1 notch.

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UristMcWanderer - Gerald

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Name: Gerald "Jerry" Kennedy
Title: Texas Red
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: Male
Background: From a young age, Jerry had a peculiar interest in guns. He's known they've been used in many war stories he's heard as a kid, and on his 10th birthday, his father gave him an old Winchester Model 1873, and was told it's been in their family for many generations. He became fascinated with guns. He studied them, researched them, made crude ones in his free time, and eventually learned the specifications, cartridges, calibers, and what-have-you for almost a hundred guns. He became a weapon specialist, and the leader of Jerry's tribe (?) actually had him suggest what firearm was the best for desert warfare, and to pick the best gun for the soldiers.

Come his 18th birthday, a group of raiders working for the Bandit Lord raided the village. Jerry's father was killed as he pulled a shotgun out. His mother was shot after struggling from the grip of a raider. His 15-year-old brother tried to run to the armory, but was riddled with bullets as he was trying to open the heavy door. Jerry was the only one left in his immediate family. Before any more murder could be committed, he took up arms. He grabbed his Winchester rifle off the rack above the fireplace, a lot of ammunition, went outside, and opened fire on any bandit in sight. Surprisingly to him, most of his shots wound up being ones to the head, and with a smooth and quick reload, he quickly gained a reputation as a "Skullcrusher" by both the locals and the bandits. He eventually stopped his bloodshed to look for someone else...

Just before the raiders left, they kidnapped his girlfriend. He shouted to her "I promise I'll find you" before the raiders finally disappeared from sight.

A few days after the raid, Jerry took up bandit killing. He spent what remained of his money to buy a set of Wild West-styled desert-traveling clothing. He went to the armory and picked out a few guns he liked. One of them is a .44-magnum revolver that he took to put a "big iron on his hip" from a song he loved as a kid. He has a number-1-priority to kill the Bandit Lord with his .44 to end it all.

Appearance: He wears blue jeans, leather boots, a scarred leather vest that once belonged to his father, a white, long-sleeved, button-down shirt, and an old fedora, both to keep the sun(s) off his eyes, and to complete his look. Over it all, he wears a light cloak as tan as the desert sands. He often takes a mustang horse as his mount of choice to get around from place to place.

He is now 24 years old, and has killed countless other bandits, and took up a habit of cutting out one notch on his guns for each bandit slain with that gun.

"He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty-four, and the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more."

Primary: (multiple; only uses one) From the armory, he picked an M14 battle rifle with a sand-tan wooden stock. On the right side of the stock he (crudely) painted a skull and two crossed revolvers behind it. On the side of the forearm, he engraved with his knife "Desert Vengeance". He only uses the rifle in its semiautomatic fire, because--with his deadly-accurate aim--he only needs one shot. There are 17 notches on the Vengeance.

Jerry has kept his old Winchester rifle over these past years. He says it's all that reminds him of his father, to whom he was very close. He always carried it in a rifle holster on the right side of his horse's saddle, but he has never once used it since the bandit raid. Jerry's plans are, when he gets to the Bandit Lord's fortress, to pull out the Winchester and he hopes those bandits remember who he is. He's killed more raiders with it than he can remember.

Secondary: (multiple)
Jerry mainly uses a pair of .45-caliber Colt M1911A1 semiautomatic handguns with standard 7-round magazines. On the left side of their slides, he engraved "Mustang" on one and "Sally" on the other. Mustang has 9 notches, and Sally has 8.

To deal with big-time outlaws in other towns, he used a six-shot single-action .44-magnum Ruger Blackhawk. The left side of the barrel has 20 notches scratched into it. The right side has "Big Iron" engraved. After the 20th kill with this gun, he swore not to use it ever again until confronting the Bandit Lord.

For up-close-and-personal hand-to-hand combat, Jerry's weapon of choice is a relatively large-bladed Bowie knife for hacking through his enemies. He had a craftsman engrave "Cold Steel of Revenge" on the wooden grip. He has slit the throats of 13 men with the Revenge.

[TCM]

Finished!

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Name: Madeline Hassik 
Title: Ivory Shadow
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: F
Background: Madeline had the privilege of being born as a Princess. Her aristocratic life was good enough for her standards, alternating between relative peace and minor territorial wars. That changed when the Bandit Lord showed up, with the largest the Hassik Kingdom had ever seen. There was a raid, followed by a siege which lasted several days. The Bandit Lord eventually called it off, but not without giving the region a good pillaging. In the struggle, a number of peasants and soldiers died in the conflict, as well as massive amounts of property damage occurring. This was not unfamiliar to the people of the area, as there were previous battles in the past. However, Madeline's family....were all alive. Kind of make's sense with them being the nobility and all that they would get the most guards. The trouble was that the Bandit Lord made off with a lot of loot, much of it precious to the Hassik leaders. Jewels, bells, weapons, furniture, instruments, clothing and etc. were stolen, all of which had huge symbolic, economic, or spiritual importance to the land.

So, somebody had to go out and get it all back. All the common people had to stay to repair the damage. As for Madeline's family, her parents, while both relatively healthy, were in their 50's and in no shape able to make a fast-paced and violent reclamation of their belongings. Madeline's siblings were non-laborious and generally lame. Her only semi-able brother, Frederick, had broken his leg during the struggle against the Bandit Lord. It was unanimously decided that Madeline be the one to retrieve the Hassik treasure. Not only was she the most-able bodied and physically skilled, but she had become notorious due to her past acts of...."indecency", which brought a load of embarrassment upon her court. This journey would additionally give time for the people of the land to forget about Madeline's act, and restore her honor with embarking on a noble quest.


Appearance: Madeline has raven-dark hair and very fair skin. Her pigmentation is a rare sight, hence her nickname as "Ivory." Her eyes are brown. She is about 5-and-a-half feet tall standing with an athletic, slightly muscular build. Due to her build, clothing and preference to keep her hair shoulder-length or shorter, Madeline is androgynous looking, and can be easily mistook for a male at first glance.

Speaking of her clothing, Madeline wears a luxurious purple and black (the color of her family) cloak-like covering. Beneath it are much simpler garments. A common black shirt over and yak-leather pants. Around her waist is a swerving utility belt with all sorts of little tools and knacks she carries. She wears high-black military-styled boots. As for her head, she has two ruby earrings in the shape of the moon. Her lower face is covered with a tight-fitting custom bandana with the same color scheme as her cloak. Her most defining facial clothing, however, is that she wears a pair of large goggles with an orange tint.

Primary: Covodoi 23H. (Based off the real AK-47 rifle and it's variants.) The common soldier's assault rifle of her homeland. Nothing fancy about it, no scopes or grenade launcher attachments. It's not very effective at long range, but at close range it has a lot of stopping power, and can easily blow a large hole in your chest with a good shot. Because of it's sturdiness, also makes for a good melee weapon in a pinch. It is camouflaged in purple-and-black for her family's colors again, as well as make it hard to spot during the night.
Secondary: Silenced JRL4. (Based off the real life Luger Pistol)

[Parsely]

Reserved!

Btw, what does "Post/pre-modern name" mean? :3

Not a clue. I meant to change that earlier when I noticed that it was confusing me while I typed it.

Edit: Fixed.

[Caellath]

Reserved until my burnt brains get back to working.

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Name: Theodore Morrison
Title: Harmless Kitten
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: Male
Background: Theodore believes some evils are necessary, and a figure like the Bandit Lord may be a necessary figure. However, he does not believe the current one is appropriate for the role. Too sanguine and lacking in several skills the young man deems needed for the job, the Lord must be taken down by Theodore's hands and, if he sees fit to, replace him in the seat of power.
Appearance:
 :: Brown hair, brown eyes, 5'10", 150 lbs, young.
 :: Wears a turban and a cloth that covers up to his nose - both already showing signs of wear. A set of large goggles is propped against his forehead and the rest of his clothing is composed of a jacket, shirts and cargo pants with desert camo and several utilitarian pockets. A backpack is on his back, hidden by the cloak tied to his neck he uses to protect his body whenever a sandstorm approaches. His feet are clad in resilient combat boots and he has leather gloves for his hands.
Primary: Desert-Camo AK-12 - a sand-colored tassel with a black inking of stylized cat paws is tied to the folding stock and usually firmly tied around Theodore's arm as well.
Secondary: Surgery and Med kit - A large medical kit hidden inside his backpack, it provides solutions for most problems as long as the user knows what they're doing

[OREOSOME]

Character Sheet---

Name: Anna Harved
Title: Grey Hawk
Ethnicity:, Swastian
Gender: F
Background: The man is just a threat to society. Yeah. Not personally going after him because he killed her best friend/Boyfriend or anything. No.
Appearance: A cloak surrounding some light colored clothes.
Primary: A bolt action scouting rifle, equipped with some old iron sights. The image of a eagles wings around the planet is faded to one side.
Secondary: A two small pistols.

[Parsely]

Secondary: A small set of pistols.

A set? As in a pair of pistols? Depending on how large they are you can have more (or fewer) than two.

[mesor]

Reserved, Coming up soon.

Name : Jamos Hedge.
Title : Crimson sands.
Ethnicity : Jovan.
Gender : Male.
Background : A young bounty hunter who had a habit of picking the worst possible jobs, those that it was fully expected for nobody to survive then delighting in rubbing it in everybody's faces when he succeeded. He had declined this very contract a dozen times before believing that it was to suicidal even for him until one day a large group of men cornered him and " Politely " requested that he reconsider and pointed out that they knew where to find his wife and daughters.
Appearance : A set of light leather armor including a hood with netting that can be lowered and secured to the base of the hood and a leather face plate, all sand colored.
Primary : Mk.14 EBR ( Standard 3x holographic scope and design, full auto/single fire variant 20 round clip ) Sand colored from top to bottom except for a crimson crow painted onto the side.
Secondary : A pair of wrist mounted crossbows with several different types of poison darts ( Hold 5 darts each at a time with a switch to select which dart to fire ) and an assault crossbow with incendiary and explosive bolts.

[Firelordsky]

Reserved until morning.

EDIT:Name: Hirt Skawnal
Title: Dune Hunter
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: M
Background: Hirt deserted from the Bandit King's rebel army after the Bandit King slaughtered most of his squad after they retreated. Hirt vowed to avenge his fallen comrades by killing the Bandit King.
Appearance: A set of various pieces of looted armor and a cloak.
Primary: An ITM Model 3 with some old iron sights.
Secondary: 10 javelins.

[CrimsonEon]

Reserve, please!

EDIT:

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Name: Yureig Caestan
Title: Ghost Among the Dusts
Ethnicity: Hinkisian
Gender: M
Background: Caestan spent much of his life acting as a messenger, guide and scout across the vast wasteland that made up the world today. He is a welcome sight to the unprepared caravan in desperate need of safe passage across the more dangerous patches of desert. Like many people, he has just about always been at odds with the Bandit Lord, but over the years it had been restricted to an indirect vendetta. However, Caestan had the misfortune of escorting a caravan that would be ambushed by a group of the Bandit Lord's top trackers, a confrontation that he would barely escape, but not without being identified by the trackers. His old safe havens no longer safe, Caestan was left with only two options; escape the Bandit Lord's reach or deal with the threat directly. Turned ever so slightly vindictive through the constant attrition, Caestan aims to turn the deserts into the Bandit Lord's worst nightmare.

Appearance: Caestan is a young man at only 20 years, but is incredibly muscular for someone of his lean build. His face is smooth and uniform, his cropped hair a faded brown, and his eyes almost seem to match his tanned skin. He wears loose fitting linens under a camouflaged cloak, hood drawn up at most times.
Primary: A rather well-maintained assault rifle not unlike a FN-SCAR. Sports a tan finish that blends in rather well with Caestan's cloak.
Secondary: Caestan carries a group of homemade anti-personnel mines to help in his guerrilla strikes against the Bandit Lord's men.

[borno]

Fuck it, reserved if there are any spots left.

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Name: Wilmur Griffin

Title: The Gunner

Ethnicity: Swastian

Gender: M

Background: Born and raised in the southern dunes, Wilmur had a strange obsession with guns. Pistols, rifles, you name it. As such, he was usually alone as a child. On his eighteenth birthday, he took a few guns from the armoury and headed out to explore the world. Now, at about 20 years old, he's taken to hunting down wanted criminals, and the first person on his list was the Bandit Lord.

Appearance: A squat, tanned man, Wilmur insists on always wearing his sun-bleached t-shirt and pants, no matter what the weather. His sandy hair is rather short-cropped, and he has hazel eyes.

Primary: An AK-47 named Helna. Currently it has about 5 notches carved into it, but he feels that that's about to change.

Secondary: An MP5 named Betty. It currently only has 1 notch.

[Caellath]

Questions: a) Can I ditch my secondary weapon in favor of a surgery kit? b) Will ammo be a problem if I pick a more obscure rifle, like the AS-Val, over one with more widespread ammo, such as the AK-74 chambered for 5.45×39 mm?

[Yoink]

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Name: Tapras
Title: Watchful Coyote
Ethnicity: Swastian
Gender: M
Background: Growing up in a small, hardscrabble village in the Northwestern hills, Tapras learned from a young age how to hunt alongside his father and brothers. Village life was hard, yet peaceful. They worked hard and ate enough to fill their bellies, drank and made merry on religious celebrations, and entertained themselves with stories passed down through the years from the Before time, or, occasionally, those of a travelling storyteller.
Of course, as excitable youths, Tapras and a couple of his brothers decided it would be far more worthwhile to set out to see the world. Taking their worn, well-kept rifles, ammunition, trail rations and canteens, they made a trek southwards and joined up with a caravan from the Eastern dunes, selling trinkets and simple refurbished toasters.

Signing on as guards, they had little do do as the caravan made its way along, occasionally taking potshots at dangerous beasts and once or twice at possible bandits, but for the most part they just watched the surroundings and spoke to those who had travelled far and wide.
Eventually, though, Tapras heard tell of some villain known as the Bandit Lord and, more importantly, the bounty a rich Hinkisian trader had placed on his head. He wanted to set off at once to claim this bounty, but alas, his brothers were less enthusiastic.
They argued, and eventually Tapras scowled, shouldered his rifle and set off, saying he was going whether they came or not.
He's been walking the hot sands, ever-so-slowly approaching his quarry since. He's been through a few scrapes, escaped from a few sticky situations, gathered a few scars and aged a fair bit. He doesn't talk much, not since he left his brothers.

Appearance: Tapras, a lean-faced young man with jagged eyebrows, high cheekbones and a pinched, wary expression, is clad partly in the ragged clothes he took with him from home. Where those have frayed beyond salvaging, they've been replaced with various other styles from along the road. His dark hair, approximately shoulder length, is usually tucked back behind his ears.
He wears a thin, dark brown jacket sewn with beads along the cuffs and neck, a pair of rugged denim shorts, their camoflague pattern faded to a bunch of reddish/brownish smudges, and his feet are either clad in simple hide moccasins or left bare, when appropriate. Helping to keep up his pants, as well as hold weaponry, is a broad, dark blue cloth belt of village make.
For cold weather he has a spare, thick woolen shirt to go under his jacket, along with a pair of legwarmers of dubious origins. For when the desert sun beats down, he has a black Tagelmust-style turban.

Primary: A Springfield M1903, the wooden parts worn smooth in places yet overall kept in good working order. The sides of the rifle are decorated with a long pattern in yellow, red and brown paints, culminating on the stock with a stylized, round-bodied coyote with large, cartoonish eyes. It's carried slung across his back with a thick string.
Secondary: A Colt Peacemaker, somehow surviving from 1873. It's in fairly poor condition. A circular brass emblem is embedded in the wooden grip, etched with a tribal symbol of a sun with a human face. Belonged to his grandfather.
As well as that, he has a pair of bolas also given to him by his grandfather, tucked through his belt. [/quote]

[Dwarmin]

PTW.

I can't play in any official fashion, but I'll happily take the position of the Bard chronicling the games exploits, if I can. Tell me if you're cool with that, Guin.

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The so called 'Green Bard' is a legend herself, though a minor one-is it really one person, or many? No one can say...but the Bandit Lord has heard the name many times. Always she appears in the least likely of places-always she vanishes before she can be captured. A thorn in his side, surely-but no more than a pinprick. A minor irritant. A single spark.

Her last appearance was near the Bandit Lords own citadel, where she was reputed to have said the following...

"They say...the Bandit Lord is many things.

He is the shadow of a greater fear. He is the end of hope. He is the tumor in the old mans belly.  He is the reason you lock your doors at night. He is the cold hearth in winter. He is punishment for our sins. He is the herald of the fall of Man. He is the ugly scar on the face of the Madonna. He watches as we go to sleep. He is there when we wake. He is one who commands 10,000 bloody handed soldiers, and rules the hearts of many more. He is the rotted blight in a field of flowers. He is the wail of a grieving mother personified. He is the prying hand in the dead mans pocket. He is the darkness given will.

And yet for all that, he is still but a man.

And, a man can be killed."

Soldiers were dispatched, but no trace of her was found.