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[NAV]

"This group of prisoners seems much less badass than the last one. Don't see anyone worth recruiting. Let's set them free."

[ttlovepie]

((Waitlist please))
Name:Ron 'The Giant' Radli
Agility :5
Shooting:0
Melee skill:0
Strength :5
Endurance :5

Misc skills:
Camouflaged- Years of hiding due to his antisocial tendency has made him very good at blending into the background.
Creative- Ron is very creative, able to make things out of practically anything, as long as he knows what he's doing. He couldn't per-say construct explosives or a toaster, because he doesn't know how they work.
Observant- From long years of standing off to the sidelines and watching, Ron has grown quite adept to watching, and is very good at picking up details.
Good Natured- Ron doesn't like hurting things and will not hurt anything that didn't try to harm him first. He tends to strike a good chord with people he's talking to. This is probably due to events in his childhood.
Fast learner- Ron learns things quickly
Equipment
Heavy Armor (7)
Ron is a very strong and big person, so he decided that armor that can deflect bullets was a good thing to have. So he created a crude piece of armor from what random pieces of metal he could find lying around in an abandoned city. They were sort of melted into extremely crude rectangles, in the cities abandoned furnace and cover most of his body, his face remains uncovered, as well as his hands. There is a layer of black duct tape around each panel to help silence it, and help him blend in. His ability to support this is due to his largeness, and strength.
Sheild(1)
A chunk of metal he found lying around, he attached a pot cover to the back with duct tape as a handle, he added part of a table to the front with duct tape, to catch swords potentially giving him the upper hand in battles.
Bio: People often feared Ron even as a child, he was born with some disfigurement, as well as being born with Giantism. He had a hard time making friends. He has brown eyes, and well kempt auburn hair(without his helmet). He suffers from disfigurement, and his face doesn't look quite right, his eyes aren't completely aligned, making it hard for him to aim any sore of ranged weapon. His left arm is shorter than his right. His right foot is smaller than his left. He has trouble with balance due to this. The other kids feared him, and disliked him, so he learned to fade into the background rather than be pelted with insults, and sometimes garbage. He didn't talk much unless he had to. Its now well after that and now he wanders from town to town trying to scratch a living in this harsh world. Usually using his strength, or his height of 7' 5'', to get a job. He doesn't usually hunt, but when he does he tries to use all the animal so its sacrifice doesn't go to waste. He stays off the road to avoid slavers and bandits and whatnot, usually staying close by and sneaking through whatever land feature is most useful to him.
Additional:
Giantism- Ron was born with Giantism, he is larger than most other people, but also has heart problems due to this.
Disfigurement- Ron has some disfigurement, causing him to have trouble with accuracy and balance.
Antisocial- Ron has difficulties talking to people, and approaching people, he gets anxious when more than one person is talking to him and may have heart issues if this happens.

[Funk]

uhm ok what the hell let have a petition to necro the game then, if it get three votes i'll start doing up dates again.
I'll do a character wipe at the same times as well probably.

[My Name is Immaterial]

I'm in.

[NAV]

I'm in.

[ttlovepie]

Oh, I'm so sorry,  I didn't notice how long ago the last update was.

[Sarrak]

Oh, I'm so sorry,  I didn't notice how long ago the last update was.

It's fine, 'cause you ressurected it 

I'm in.

[Funk]

The party pounders what to do with the freed prisoners, unfortunately you ponder at little to long,

Your still trying to decide what to do when a jeep emerge from the forest and start curlicuing you.
A rusty and batted pick up follows it.

The lead jeep stops some 30 feet down the track from the party, and a tall nordic woman climbs out of the passenger side, a steely glint shines from the UZI clenched in her fist.

Blonde hair tied back in pony tail, a black leather jumpsuit and shiny jack boots you can almost feel the waves of militarism as she walk closer, her chest out like a soldier on parade. 

She takes a short look at the RV and it dented roof and then turns to face the party.
"You are all under arrest by the powers invested in me as captain." her voice still as level and flat as before.

The sound of multiple guns being cock echoes around you, looking around it clear that you are surrounded by half dozen goons in black.


She looks at the wounded woman as Lucille keep bandaging the bloody stump, her pale face broadcasting a sneers of disgust.

"Who did that?" she barks out in a emotionless tone.
 -------silence-------------
"No matter, i will fine out in the end." and with that she executes the maimed woman.

Your capturers start work thru the party, checking every one is in turnfor weapons but two thirds of the way through thay just shackle your arms togeater in one long line.

After being goaded on to the pick up at gun point a plastic sand bag is shoved over your head.

A long and bumpy trip follows until finely you are hand handled from the pickup and shoved thru a door way.
"Throw them in with ogre, the doc with grade them in the morning." you hear the captain tell some one.

You tear the bag from your head and look around at your cell.

It is a 10 by 20 square of crude log walls and sandy floor.
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Ok every one is in ttlovepie's cell, your where searched but maybe you have some thing hidden away.

Post up to two items you've been hiding and where i'll roll to see what you actually got past the search.
Bigger/ better items will have to pass harder rolls.

A razor blade taped behind your ear or some thing small like that is ok, a loaded pistol is really unlikely unless you have a good hiding spot.

If anyone wants to claim for cutting the womans leg off post it here.

[ttlovepie]

((Wait so what am I doing exactly? Like could I get a better explanation of my situation please?))

[Funk]

Well right now you sat in a prison cell with a lot of new room mates.

Really this out date is more to get every one together and give you a common task, get out of prison.
Hopefully i'll have some antagonists to threaten you with later.

[My Name is Immaterial]

((Are we shackled?))

[ttlovepie]

Ron attempts to hide in shadows, he doesn't really like people.

[Funk]

Yes, you are all still handcuffed wrist to wrist.

(You'll have some opportunity's to escape after the next up date.)

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There are no lights in the cell, only a row of fist sized holes along the top of the walls, this doesn't stop Ron from shuffling in a darker corner.

[NAV]

((Nardo has hiding as one of his skills.  ))
Nardo tried to hide a small knife blade between his toes, and he also tried to hide his smg in his long tangled hair.

"Just us three left, eh?
Hey big guy, do you want to become a badass mercenary?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

Tim always has a small quiver of arrows strapped to his thighs.