Name: Camille Salvage
Gender: Female
Items: Steel katana, hunting knife, 11 throwing spikes.
Metallic gauntlet (left) with a double-barrelled shotgun mounted on the forearm, 20 shotgun shells.
Black Leather jacket/skirt, army boots.
Backpack, waterskin, dried rations, tinder kit, black grease, whetstone, rags, sleeping roll. 20 LL 10 WL
Int: Average
End: Poor
Str: Poor
Gun: Horrible
Mle: Great
Agi: Great
Appearance: Camille has blue eyes and medium-length, black hair done up in a ponytail with a bit of twine. Her body is finely toned from her life as a mercenary, yet is extremely pale (probably due to some genetic deformity). Besides her leather outfit, she wears black leggings and a dark-red shirt.
Bio: Camille isn't exactly secretive about her past, but her stories are confusing and often conflicting. Regardless of where she came from, she has spent the last year or two working as a mercenary and any odd jobs she can find.
Mode: Cinematic Mode
Status: Healthy (I hope)
Additional: None
Character Creation
Name: Lilith Death Angel
Items: AK 47 with a sling made from motor bike chain, an electrified whip made from barded wire.
Spike studded Black and pink motorbike leathers, spiked leather collar and gloves.
A steel hockey mask,8 Shurkens, an electric carving knife, 1 petrol bomb, 9mm pistol and a pair of Spiked knuckle dusters. 7LL, 5WL
Finally a pair of Black leather Knee High Stiletto heels, Studded with metal spikes and fitted with toe caps and sharp spike for kicking on the front of the toes.(uber impracticable, i know)
Backpack, water bottle, dried rations, tinder kit, wire saw, whetstone, rags, sleeping roll, mobile that still plays snake.(i forgot id need stuff like this)
Int:Poor
End:Average
Str:Poor
Gun:Poor
Mle:Above Average
Agi:Great
Bio: Lilith Death Angel is a tall and statuesque woman of asian descent with pale skin.
Her long pink hair is kept in a pair of hip long plats, pair of silver studs decorate her left eyebrow, her canine teeth have been replaced with long stainless steel copys.
Hailing from the hail from the northern motor nomads she used to work as a express rider delivering mail from gang to gang.
Until one day after hearing the sermon of a traveling preacher she decided to follow his message and has scene set off to live the life of a true viking and by her soon to be blood drenched hand win a place in Valhalla.
Her friends and family believe that her motorcycle accident and drugs subsequent surgery to replace her lost teeth have had something to do with her new direction in life.
Curranty Lilith Death Angel is in carburetor on twain and looking for work.
Mode: Cinematic
Status:
Additional:
Name: William Bell
Items: M-26 "Mist" DMR, Steel Kukri named Bob, Steel Rimed Gray Stetson, Grey Poncho, Bottle of Whiskey, Basic Supplies, 10 LL 5 WL, 3 more bottles of whiskey
Int: Average
End: Poor
Str: Poor
Gun: Great
Melee: Horrible
Agility: Great
Bio: No one really knows where Boomer came from. Legend says he walked out of the desert in the middle of the day, walked into a bar, and walked out with every drink in the place and a body count. All they know is, he doesn't talk much
Mode: Cinematic Mode
Status: Healthy
Boomer keeps the scope on the guards, prepared to drink all 5 glasses of alcohol if need be. Camille continues to do nothing, but now has chapped lips from the cold. That is what you get for having lips...
Meanwhile, Lilith walks into the base. She unzips her "Studded black and pink motorbike leathers" to reveal some cleavage. It is completely freezing, and still snowing, so this is a rather unpleasant thing to do.
The two guards have a laugh riot when they see Lilith the "stripper", considering the random spikes and electric whip, not to mention the fact her canine teeth appear to be made of metal, long pink hair, and collar. "Def...Defiantly a he" whispers one of the guards as they see you.
You pass, and start heading towards the corral. A few other bandits seem to have got the message, exiting the tents mainly to laugh at you. Nobody asks any questions, they just point and laugh. You manage to get to the Tiber corral, though a lot of people saw you.
When you finally get to the corral, the tibbar seem to have been gathered up for some reason. They where all surrounding a person, who seemed to be examining them.
The person was huge, at least seven feet tall. She was large and bearlike, with arms as thick as a normal human's torso. She was wearing armor that appears to be made out of sewer lids, held together with tibbar fur. "No, this one is to fat for the feast. I like the lean meat..." she states, poking a massive tibbar with the edge of a weapon. It appears to be a battle axe on the end of a M79 40mm grenade launcher. "No, this one is too tough, I want tender meat. Bring me a younger one!" she bellowed. She appears to be the leader around here.
What do you do now?
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Topic: Apocalypse Mercenaries (Read 7949 times)