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Username: Horriblescreenname
Character: Tartious
Strength: Mechanically inclined
Secondary Attribute: Wrenching arm (right forearm is much bigger than his left)
Specialty: Temporal anomalies
Back Story: Tartious is a lone scavenger of the wastes. He was raised in the Moley Colony, and left at age 15. He's not particularly strong, except for his wrenching arm. His real strength is his skill with machines. Now 25 years old, he spends most of his time scavenging the wreckage of society looking for any useful bits of machinery or information to help him hunt for food or to protect him against attackers. Although he's not a master of automatons, he does have a small pack of clockwork rats that follow him on digs that help him search for food and parts. Although survival is priority number one, when he can, he spends his time searching for time tech. He's had an ocular implant for as long as he can remember that allows him to see temporal disturbances, so he's become quite adept at finding loose bits of aether and especially the ever elusive time tech.
That was the abridged version (in case you're getting tired of reading walls of text). The long version begins about a year before the catastrophe. Most of the researches working on the worm hole realized the risks and potential danger behind it. After a few key figures abandoned the project (the ones who left with Edmund Moley), the worm holes chance of success plummeted. A few young ambitious pups quickly filled the missing positions, despite the danger, in hopes of achieving scientific acclaim. And thus, the project continued creeping forward.
As they began to bend the fabric of space to form the worm hole, they also found various ways to bend time as well. HoR was very interested in this research, but did not wish to slow the progress on the wormhole by asking that particular team to take time out of their day to look into this. Instead their research was sent to a handful of research centers for further investigation.
Two scientists in particular who just missed the cut to make it into the colony were getting ready to have a baby. When it became clear that the new ambitious project leaders would stop at no ends to see this project come to fruition, they turned their focus towards protection. They were making great progress towards creating a usable polymer that could resist a potential atherian melt down, but it was too little too late. By time the they were about to begin the wormholes field test, they had only enough materials to create blast/radiation shield about the size of 10 gallon bucket.
The couple, fearing what kind of world would await their new baby boy, decided to create a shelter for their son. Realizing no one may find him for quite some time, they put a temporal rift generator (TRG) in with him with a chunk of aether big enough to power it for 50+ years (which was more easily achievable, give the relative smallness of the container). The last thing they did for their kid was modify one of their aether monitoring equipment. They reduced it down into a chip half the size of a dime, and implanted it into his right eye, so that maybe he might be able to reclaim some of the scientific work that could potentially be lost to society, given that the field test went poorly.
That was the last anyone saw of Tartious's parents. 25 years would go by until one day, one of the more adventurous denizens of the Moley Colony (henceforth MC), found a container about the size of a 10 gallon bucket under a heap of rubble. No one knew what he was doing crammed in that container with that pack on his back or how the hell he was alive. Many were against the idea of bringing some strange mystery child into the colony as only trouble could come of it, but Edmund, being the humanitarian he is, ran some radiation tests on the boy, and when he was found to be perfectly healthy, could not refuse this child a chance at life.
Growing up in the MC, being raised by Edmund himself, was quite uneventful. Tartious tinkered with any machines he could find. He was particularly fond of the giant drills that now occupy a dark corner of the colony, that is, until his 10th birthday when Edmund presented him with the TRG they found him with. Most thought it irresponsible of their leader to give a child such an advanced piece of technology, however he felt Tartious was ready for it, given how much his skill with machines had grown.
Five years later, Edmund passed away at the ripe old age of 80. Tartious mourned him for quite some time, but eventually his mind would turn back towards his real parents. At 15 years old, Tartious left the colony in search of his birth parents. Eventually he'd come to the realization that even if they were still alive, he probably would never find them, and if he could not find them, the very least he could do is find the technology they enabled him to find.
A decade later, and he now scours the wastes in search of his parents lost work. Food, obviously, is his priority. He made a small pack of autonomic rats to keep him company and help him in his digs. He's always been able to relate to rats for some reason.
Username: Horriblescreenname
Character: Tartious
Strength: Mechanically inclined
Secondary Attribute: Wrenching arm (right forearm is much bigger than his left)
Specialty: Temporal anomalies
Back Story: Tartious is a lone scavenger of the wastes. He was raised in the Moley Colony, and left at age 15. He's not particularly strong, except for his wrenching arm. His real strength is his skill with machines. Now 25 years old, he spends most of his time scavenging the wreckage of society looking for any useful bits of machinery or information to help him hunt for food or to protect him against attackers. Although he's not a master of automatons, he does have a small pack of clockwork rats that follow him on digs that help him search for food and parts. Although survival is priority number one, when he can, he spends his time searching for time tech. He's had an ocular implant for as long as he can remember that allows him to see temporal disturbances, so he's become quite adept at finding loose bits of aether and especially the ever elusive time tech.
That was the abridged version (in case you're getting tired of reading walls of text). The long version begins about a year before the catastrophe. Most of the researches working on the worm hole realized the risks and potential danger behind it. After a few key figures abandoned the project (the ones who left with Edmund Moley), the worm holes chance of success plummeted. A few young ambitious pups quickly filled the missing positions, despite the danger, in hopes of achieving scientific acclaim. And thus, the project continued creeping forward.
As they began to bend the fabric of space to form the worm hole, they also found various ways to bend time as well. HoR was very interested in this research, but did not wish to slow the progress on the wormhole by asking that particular team to take time out of their day to look into this. Instead their research was sent to a handful of research centers for further investigation.
Two scientists in particular who just missed the cut to make it into the colony were getting ready to have a baby. When it became clear that the new ambitious project leaders would stop at no ends to see this project come to fruition, they turned their focus towards protection. They were making great progress towards creating a usable polymer that could resist a potential atherian melt down, but it was too little too late. By time the they were about to begin the wormholes field test, they had only enough materials to create blast/radiation shield about the size of 10 gallon bucket.
The couple, fearing what kind of world would await their new baby boy, decided to create a shelter for their son. Realizing no one may find him for quite some time, they put a temporal rift generator (TRG) in with him with a chunk of aether big enough to power it for 50+ years (which was more easily achievable, give the relative smallness of the container). The last thing they did for their kid was modify one of their aether monitoring equipment. They reduced it down into a chip half the size of a dime, and implanted it into his right eye, so that maybe he might be able to reclaim some of the scientific work that could potentially be lost to society, given that the field test went poorly.
That was the last anyone saw of Tartious's parents. 25 years would go by until one day, one of the more adventurous denizens of the Moley Colony (henceforth MC), found a container about the size of a 10 gallon bucket under a heap of rubble. No one knew what he was doing crammed in that container with that pack on his back or how the hell he was alive. Many were against the idea of bringing some strange mystery child into the colony as only trouble could come of it, but Edmund, being the humanitarian he is, ran some radiation tests on the boy, and when he was found to be perfectly healthy, could not refuse this child a chance at life.
Growing up in the MC, being raised by Edmund himself, was quite uneventful. Tartious tinkered with any machines he could find. He was particularly fond of the giant drills that now occupy a dark corner of the colony, that is, until his 10th birthday when Edmund presented him with the TRG they found him with. Most thought it irresponsible of their leader to give a child such an advanced piece of technology, however he felt Tartious was ready for it, given how much his skill with machines had grown.
Five years later, Edmund passed away at the ripe old age of 80. Tartious mourned him for quite some time, but eventually his mind would turn back towards his real parents. At 15 years old, Tartious left the colony in search of his birth parents. Eventually he'd come to the realization that even if they were still alive, he probably would never find them, and if he could not find them, the very least he could do is find the technology they enabled him to find.
A decade later, and he now scours the wastes in search of his parents lost work. Food, obviously, is his priority. He made a small pack of autonomic rats to keep him company and help him in his digs. He's always been able to relate to rats for some reason.
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Username: Gambits_girl
Name: Lt. Skyler V(Classified)m
Age:25
Specialty: Weapons manufacturing (Beware, this woman can make a weapon out of a toothpick)
Weakness: She is very uncharismatic, if she wasn’t so damn good at what she did you wouldn’t put up with her blatant avoidance to so much as look at you.
Background: Orphaned at the age of 6 Skyler watched her parents die in a fight for food. Stabbed to death in their sleep for their shoes and clothes, she didn’t really understand. She managed to survive alone for 2 years making her way across the landscape hiding and stealing just what she needed. She found herself putting together weapons. So she could do more than just steal, she found herself in the company of other orphans. Just a small group of 3 but they were a force to be reckoned with. With their combined efforts they managed to steal enough from others to provide for themselves for weeks at a time.
However, all good things in this world must come to an end. Just when Skyler was about 17 she raided an encampment and killed the guard, it was an accident. Her weapons were more of a threat than a promise. She was injured in the small brawl with him and noticed his name tag, all it said was Lt. V(Classified)m. She took his tags and closed his eyes, most people didn’t have last names, there wasn’t a point, it wasn’t very often there was more than one person with your name.
She wore the tags around her neck as a reminder that this was not a game, people died here. It was her symbol of mortality, she got away with things ‘just missing’ all the time, but she needed a reminder how fragile life was. The kids around her found it ironic and they all started calling each other military code names. Colonel P(classified)s, Major B(classified)a and Sargent H(classified)e were the closest she ever came to a family. They would tell stories of their parents and pass on the stories of their lives, what the world was like before their world, this green thing called grass used to grow everywhere. Buildings used to hum with electricity and be clean. Pfff clean wasn’t something that happened very often, the water was too precious to waste on something like smelling good. Who were you trying to impress? Everyone else smells the same as you.
She found comfort in them it was like having a home out here in the rubble remains of human existence. However, one day in the spring, while she was out on patrol with Sargent H(Classified)e there was a raid of their home. They heard the shots and the bomb go off, a sickening feeling as they took off for their home. They were not prepared to see their home for years in ruin and the boys they had grown up with burned and bleeding. They rushed to their sides but it was too late they were gone. Sargent H(classified)e took it the hardest. She had a real thing going with Colonel P(classified)s, Skyler thought maybe they could be together forever. And now that would never come. To add insult to injury they were now out of supplies and couldn’t spare too much time grieving, they needed to find some more supplies. After they burned their remains respectfully they hunted down the villains who killed their family.
They were not meant to win that fight, but Sargent H(classified)e couldn’t let go of the rage, even when Skyler wanted to leave the fight she stayed. Skyler begged and pleaded telling her another day they would return, but Sargent H(classified)e punched her in the gut.
“You can run and hide like a baby but I will not let their deaths go in vain!” She turned around aimed her gun and fired into the barrage of bullets…. BANG…… BANG…. blood.
It shot out of her like rain, Skyler shook as tears began to flow for the first time in her life. She caught her friend before she hit the ground cradling her close.
“Sky?” She gasped.
Skyler put her friend’s hand to her face. “I’m right here, I won’t leave you… So you don’t leave me… THAT’S AN ORDER!” She hiccupped and closed her eyes.
“It’s ok… you have to get out of here….. I’m … I’m sorry I yelled at you… you know I didn’t m-mean it.” She smiled her rage fading as was her life.
“NO! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!!” She attempted to pick her friend up she screamed and held her side, there was so much blood.
“Sky! I can’t….. It hurts too much!” She cried out.
“Move your feet soldier. We are getting out of here.” She pulled up on her belt and drug her away from the gun fire.
There was a small shelter they had built the night before. It was just around the corner. That’s all they had to do and then Skyler could give her the medicine they had, and everything would be alright. She smiled as she neared the entrance to the shelter. Then, a sound, a moment in time became frozen, for a second she just stopped then like fire tearing her up inside, she’d been shot. She stood for a moment before the second shot rang out and got her other leg, she collapsed screaming in pain, it was all over, there wasn’t enough medicine for both of them.
“Skyler.. you can still make it.. I- I want to go.. please. Let me be with him.. You keep going.. I’ll watch over you..” She smiled and reached out her hand to her dear friend.
“No.. NO! You still can make it.. I will be fine without it.” She clutched her friend’s hand never wanting to let go.
Her friend smiled and sighed a long sigh and her eyes closed. She was gone.
“H(Classifed)e….HAWKEYE!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs gripping her hand.
Something snapped in her. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out the medical kit wrapping her legs. She did have her own weapon, it was her best. She used this new rage and adrenaline to stand. She felt the warm sensation of the fresh blood trailing down her legs. They felt like a through and through, her eyes brimmed with tears as the murderous men came over the hill and out of their bunkers assuming they had won. She screamed out and began rapid firing at them, one by one they fell, she was shot two more times but she didn’t feel them until it was over. She had won the battle but at what cost? All of these men had families too didn’t they? What would happen when their wives, children, brothers, sisters found them? She shook with even more anger. What was the point?! All this death for what?! She collapsed on the ground and screamed until she passed out.
Skyler watched so much death around her she refused to let anyone near her again. No one would ever make her feel this sadness again. She has been a lone wolf ever since, she doesn’t steal anymore but god help you if you take her supplies.
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Name: Lt. Skyler V(Classified)m
Age:25
Specialty: Weapons manufacturing (Beware, this woman can make a weapon out of a toothpick)
Weakness: She is very uncharismatic, if she wasn’t so damn good at what she did you wouldn’t put up with her blatant avoidance to so much as look at you.
Background: Orphaned at the age of 6 Skyler watched her parents die in a fight for food. Stabbed to death in their sleep for their shoes and clothes, she didn’t really understand. She managed to survive alone for 2 years making her way across the landscape hiding and stealing just what she needed. She found herself putting together weapons. So she could do more than just steal, she found herself in the company of other orphans. Just a small group of 3 but they were a force to be reckoned with. With their combined efforts they managed to steal enough from others to provide for themselves for weeks at a time.
However, all good things in this world must come to an end. Just when Skyler was about 17 she raided an encampment and killed the guard, it was an accident. Her weapons were more of a threat than a promise. She was injured in the small brawl with him and noticed his name tag, all it said was Lt. V(Classified)m. She took his tags and closed his eyes, most people didn’t have last names, there wasn’t a point, it wasn’t very often there was more than one person with your name.
She wore the tags around her neck as a reminder that this was not a game, people died here. It was her symbol of mortality, she got away with things ‘just missing’ all the time, but she needed a reminder how fragile life was. The kids around her found it ironic and they all started calling each other military code names. Colonel P(classified)s, Major B(classified)a and Sargent H(classified)e were the closest she ever came to a family. They would tell stories of their parents and pass on the stories of their lives, what the world was like before their world, this green thing called grass used to grow everywhere. Buildings used to hum with electricity and be clean. Pfff clean wasn’t something that happened very often, the water was too precious to waste on something like smelling good. Who were you trying to impress? Everyone else smells the same as you.
She found comfort in them it was like having a home out here in the rubble remains of human existence. However, one day in the spring, while she was out on patrol with Sargent H(Classified)e there was a raid of their home. They heard the shots and the bomb go off, a sickening feeling as they took off for their home. They were not prepared to see their home for years in ruin and the boys they had grown up with burned and bleeding. They rushed to their sides but it was too late they were gone. Sargent H(classified)e took it the hardest. She had a real thing going with Colonel P(classified)s, Skyler thought maybe they could be together forever. And now that would never come. To add insult to injury they were now out of supplies and couldn’t spare too much time grieving, they needed to find some more supplies. After they burned their remains respectfully they hunted down the villains who killed their family.
They were not meant to win that fight, but Sargent H(classified)e couldn’t let go of the rage, even when Skyler wanted to leave the fight she stayed. Skyler begged and pleaded telling her another day they would return, but Sargent H(classified)e punched her in the gut.
“You can run and hide like a baby but I will not let their deaths go in vain!” She turned around aimed her gun and fired into the barrage of bullets…. BANG…… BANG…. blood.
It shot out of her like rain, Skyler shook as tears began to flow for the first time in her life. She caught her friend before she hit the ground cradling her close.
“Sky?” She gasped.
Skyler put her friend’s hand to her face. “I’m right here, I won’t leave you… So you don’t leave me… THAT’S AN ORDER!” She hiccupped and closed her eyes.
“It’s ok… you have to get out of here….. I’m … I’m sorry I yelled at you… you know I didn’t m-mean it.” She smiled her rage fading as was her life.
“NO! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!!” She attempted to pick her friend up she screamed and held her side, there was so much blood.
“Sky! I can’t….. It hurts too much!” She cried out.
“Move your feet soldier. We are getting out of here.” She pulled up on her belt and drug her away from the gun fire.
There was a small shelter they had built the night before. It was just around the corner. That’s all they had to do and then Skyler could give her the medicine they had, and everything would be alright. She smiled as she neared the entrance to the shelter. Then, a sound, a moment in time became frozen, for a second she just stopped then like fire tearing her up inside, she’d been shot. She stood for a moment before the second shot rang out and got her other leg, she collapsed screaming in pain, it was all over, there wasn’t enough medicine for both of them.
“Skyler.. you can still make it.. I- I want to go.. please. Let me be with him.. You keep going.. I’ll watch over you..” She smiled and reached out her hand to her dear friend.
“No.. NO! You still can make it.. I will be fine without it.” She clutched her friend’s hand never wanting to let go.
Her friend smiled and sighed a long sigh and her eyes closed. She was gone.
“H(Classifed)e….HAWKEYE!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs gripping her hand.
Something snapped in her. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out the medical kit wrapping her legs. She did have her own weapon, it was her best. She used this new rage and adrenaline to stand. She felt the warm sensation of the fresh blood trailing down her legs. They felt like a through and through, her eyes brimmed with tears as the murderous men came over the hill and out of their bunkers assuming they had won. She screamed out and began rapid firing at them, one by one they fell, she was shot two more times but she didn’t feel them until it was over. She had won the battle but at what cost? All of these men had families too didn’t they? What would happen when their wives, children, brothers, sisters found them? She shook with even more anger. What was the point?! All this death for what?! She collapsed on the ground and screamed until she passed out.
Skyler watched so much death around her she refused to let anyone near her again. No one would ever make her feel this sadness again. She has been a lone wolf ever since, she doesn’t steal anymore but god help you if you take her supplies.
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Username: Gambits_girl
Name: Zander/Nicholi Trillium
Age: 19
Specialty: Hand to hand Combat, you better pray you have long range on this guy, get too close and you will be very sorry you did. He fights with his speed and his machetes. They may be rusty but they are sharp.
Weakness: He is obnoxiously chill about everything, nothing really phases him, you can’t piss this guy off. However when he’s hungry friend or foe you could be on the menu.
Background: He lived in the Moley colonies for a long time. He lived with his mother Lenora Trillium and his father Vincent Trillium until the age of 16. But we can get to that later. First you have to know about Zander. You see, Zander is the split personality of Nicholi. His parents first noticed Zander’s appearance when Nicholi was about 10 years old. You see, his mother was in the kitchen, she was making food, and she cut her finger. Not to serious but it started to bleed. It was the first time Nicholi had seen blood. He could swear he heard it sing to him. He took his mother’s hand to look at it. Such a pretty color, he licked her hand. He was slapped by her.
He did not understand why he was slapped or why his mother tasted sweeter than all the candy in the world. He simply hid in his room. He tried to fight the urges but he discovered that his own body was full of this delicious liquid as well. He began to cut his fingers and when that wasn’t enough he would cut his own wrists. He felt like a different person when he watched the blood drip out of his body. He loved the taste and it would hold back his craving for now.
Slowly at school Zander began to take over the sweet little Nicholi, he didn’t really stand a chance with Zander, he was all the schizophrenia and blood lust bundled into one. Nicholi was officially lost somewhere when they were about 12. It wasn’t a tough battle, just a rapid mood switch. He refused to play with others an often kept to himself. He would hang out on the swing set and just watch hungrily as the other children played.
When he was about 13 he found a dead body just outside the colony. He was probably killed by a mutation. But for some reason rather than reporting it he found it fascinating. Seeing the human body spread open like that, dripping its beautiful patterns around. Surely this would taste better than his own blood. He took his knife out and cut a piece of meat off the corpse. He let the slippery muscle slide down his throat… The glory of the taste, the feeling, he relished in it. He chopped off the man’s arm and drank the blood still stuck in the corpse. He smiled fully satisfied as he lay next to the corpse.
“Wow. You have no idea what you have done for me.” He smiled as he began removing the bodies head.
It was so… easy; he laughed and looked the head in the stone cold dead eyes. Perhaps he should share his discovery with his mother and father. It was such a handsome fellow. He smiled and pushed its face into a smile. He laughed and closed the man’s eyes. He put the head in his back pack and looked around no sign of whatever killed the man. He took off for the colony.
When he showed his mother his prize she was less than thrilled. He received a beating from his father and they buried the head outside of town. They kept saying what’s wrong with you boy?! How could you do this to this man?! They didn’t even let him explain. Whenever he tried to do so they told him to be quiet, that it was never to be spoken of again. He hated them for it. How could they do this too him? He worked hard for that trophy. He began working on his close combat skills outside of town. He got really good very fast. Being that he didn’t go to school anymore, the kids just didn’t get it, they bullied him for being a freak, he would get them back one day. With all his new found free time, he was able to when he wasn’t eating or sleeping to train.
When he was 16 he found a girl who he really liked, brought her beautiful stones from the mines. He really liked her, though she barely noticed him. Finally one day he convinced her to go on a date with him. She went out with him as a pity date and she ended up being a b***h. She called him all sorts of names. He really didn’t like it. He pressed her fragile little body to the cavern wall. They were well out of the limits of the city. She screamed but no one would hear her. He loved watching her struggle. He stabbed her through the stomach and just watched her bleed.
He kissed her and as she puked blood into his mouth he licked his lips. He laughed as she cried out in agony. Humans were so fragile. He had an idea as he watched her die. His parent never approved of him, or his little hobby. Killing animals he found in the mines, and who’s to say what he did anymore. He never needed their approval. Not that anything he did impressed them. He walked back into town, he was dragging her arm behind him. He intended to kill his mother and father. He walked into their home and threw her arm down on the table.
“SIT DOWN!” He growled as his parents stared at him awestruck.
“What have you done?!” His mother gasped at the arm on the table.
“I finally have a ******** understanding.” He mumbled. “You never understood. Just give it a try, you never know until you try it, RIGHT?!”He shouted slamming the bloody machete into the wooden table.
His father stood up. “What have you done boy?!” He reached back to punch Zander, but Zander caught his fist.
“AND you… YOU have done nothing but hold back old man. Show me something!” He growled twisting his dad’s wrist until he fell to his knees. “Pathetic.” He spat at him.
He then turned his attention to his mother who was trying to escape. “Mom? Don’t you love your boy? Come here… give me a HUG!” he threw the machete and it hit her dead in the back. Right through her rib cage. Blood splattered against the wall. He smiled and shuddered at the smell. It made him hungry.
He grabbed his father by his hair and dragged him to the chair. He took his hand and put it on the table. He pulled out the rusty pocket knife from his 13th birthday. He licked the blade and smiled seeing his dads eyes brim with tears, he laughed lightly as he slammed it down through his hand and into the table. “Now don’t move. ” He laughed.
He flipped his mother over, she wasn’t dead just yet. She seemed out of it though. He kneeled down to her face. “Mom?” he snapped his fingers then slapped her. She gasped and coughed a bit of blood on his face and looked him in the eyes. He smiled as fear made her pale.
“Look at your husband, look at him~ comfort him, I know you are just so accepting and concerned. Tell him how much you love him.” He fought back the growl trying to maintain his smile.
He slowly slit his mother’s throat as she spoke, the blood dripped down his arm, and he licked her throat and her last act before she died she shoved him away from her. He laughed covered in her blood. His father tried to move but found the pain in his hand too much to move with. He looked so scared.
“Aww don’t be that way.” He took the machete out of the table and put his foot on his father's chest. A wicked smile spread his face. He then kicked his father to the ground tearing his hand up the center from where the knife was. He howled in pain.
Zander jumped down on his chest and covered his mouth. “Shhhhhh shhhhhh~ you wouldn’t want to alert the neighbors… oh what would they think?” he smiled and used his free hand to restrain his dad’s arms and tie them to the table.
(Warning it gets weird here. You don’t have to read it just know his dad dies. XP)
(End weirdness.)
Zander is now a smoker who lives in the wastes, he has a small scrap heap he calls home, he was banished from the moley colonies, they couldn’t kill him and they feared him too much to lock him up. So they threw him on the surface and ordered him to never return. He didn’t mind really, it was much better up here. No snooty neighbors to look down upon him, although his meals are far and few between up here. Good thing humans are big. Heh.
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Name: Zander/Nicholi Trillium
Age: 19
Specialty: Hand to hand Combat, you better pray you have long range on this guy, get too close and you will be very sorry you did. He fights with his speed and his machetes. They may be rusty but they are sharp.
Weakness: He is obnoxiously chill about everything, nothing really phases him, you can’t piss this guy off. However when he’s hungry friend or foe you could be on the menu.
Background: He lived in the Moley colonies for a long time. He lived with his mother Lenora Trillium and his father Vincent Trillium until the age of 16. But we can get to that later. First you have to know about Zander. You see, Zander is the split personality of Nicholi. His parents first noticed Zander’s appearance when Nicholi was about 10 years old. You see, his mother was in the kitchen, she was making food, and she cut her finger. Not to serious but it started to bleed. It was the first time Nicholi had seen blood. He could swear he heard it sing to him. He took his mother’s hand to look at it. Such a pretty color, he licked her hand. He was slapped by her.
He did not understand why he was slapped or why his mother tasted sweeter than all the candy in the world. He simply hid in his room. He tried to fight the urges but he discovered that his own body was full of this delicious liquid as well. He began to cut his fingers and when that wasn’t enough he would cut his own wrists. He felt like a different person when he watched the blood drip out of his body. He loved the taste and it would hold back his craving for now.
Slowly at school Zander began to take over the sweet little Nicholi, he didn’t really stand a chance with Zander, he was all the schizophrenia and blood lust bundled into one. Nicholi was officially lost somewhere when they were about 12. It wasn’t a tough battle, just a rapid mood switch. He refused to play with others an often kept to himself. He would hang out on the swing set and just watch hungrily as the other children played.
When he was about 13 he found a dead body just outside the colony. He was probably killed by a mutation. But for some reason rather than reporting it he found it fascinating. Seeing the human body spread open like that, dripping its beautiful patterns around. Surely this would taste better than his own blood. He took his knife out and cut a piece of meat off the corpse. He let the slippery muscle slide down his throat… The glory of the taste, the feeling, he relished in it. He chopped off the man’s arm and drank the blood still stuck in the corpse. He smiled fully satisfied as he lay next to the corpse.
“Wow. You have no idea what you have done for me.” He smiled as he began removing the bodies head.
It was so… easy; he laughed and looked the head in the stone cold dead eyes. Perhaps he should share his discovery with his mother and father. It was such a handsome fellow. He smiled and pushed its face into a smile. He laughed and closed the man’s eyes. He put the head in his back pack and looked around no sign of whatever killed the man. He took off for the colony.
When he showed his mother his prize she was less than thrilled. He received a beating from his father and they buried the head outside of town. They kept saying what’s wrong with you boy?! How could you do this to this man?! They didn’t even let him explain. Whenever he tried to do so they told him to be quiet, that it was never to be spoken of again. He hated them for it. How could they do this too him? He worked hard for that trophy. He began working on his close combat skills outside of town. He got really good very fast. Being that he didn’t go to school anymore, the kids just didn’t get it, they bullied him for being a freak, he would get them back one day. With all his new found free time, he was able to when he wasn’t eating or sleeping to train.
When he was 16 he found a girl who he really liked, brought her beautiful stones from the mines. He really liked her, though she barely noticed him. Finally one day he convinced her to go on a date with him. She went out with him as a pity date and she ended up being a b***h. She called him all sorts of names. He really didn’t like it. He pressed her fragile little body to the cavern wall. They were well out of the limits of the city. She screamed but no one would hear her. He loved watching her struggle. He stabbed her through the stomach and just watched her bleed.
He kissed her and as she puked blood into his mouth he licked his lips. He laughed as she cried out in agony. Humans were so fragile. He had an idea as he watched her die. His parent never approved of him, or his little hobby. Killing animals he found in the mines, and who’s to say what he did anymore. He never needed their approval. Not that anything he did impressed them. He walked back into town, he was dragging her arm behind him. He intended to kill his mother and father. He walked into their home and threw her arm down on the table.
“SIT DOWN!” He growled as his parents stared at him awestruck.
“What have you done?!” His mother gasped at the arm on the table.
“I finally have a ******** understanding.” He mumbled. “You never understood. Just give it a try, you never know until you try it, RIGHT?!”He shouted slamming the bloody machete into the wooden table.
His father stood up. “What have you done boy?!” He reached back to punch Zander, but Zander caught his fist.
“AND you… YOU have done nothing but hold back old man. Show me something!” He growled twisting his dad’s wrist until he fell to his knees. “Pathetic.” He spat at him.
He then turned his attention to his mother who was trying to escape. “Mom? Don’t you love your boy? Come here… give me a HUG!” he threw the machete and it hit her dead in the back. Right through her rib cage. Blood splattered against the wall. He smiled and shuddered at the smell. It made him hungry.
He grabbed his father by his hair and dragged him to the chair. He took his hand and put it on the table. He pulled out the rusty pocket knife from his 13th birthday. He licked the blade and smiled seeing his dads eyes brim with tears, he laughed lightly as he slammed it down through his hand and into the table. “Now don’t move. ” He laughed.
He flipped his mother over, she wasn’t dead just yet. She seemed out of it though. He kneeled down to her face. “Mom?” he snapped his fingers then slapped her. She gasped and coughed a bit of blood on his face and looked him in the eyes. He smiled as fear made her pale.
“Look at your husband, look at him~ comfort him, I know you are just so accepting and concerned. Tell him how much you love him.” He fought back the growl trying to maintain his smile.
He slowly slit his mother’s throat as she spoke, the blood dripped down his arm, and he licked her throat and her last act before she died she shoved him away from her. He laughed covered in her blood. His father tried to move but found the pain in his hand too much to move with. He looked so scared.
“Aww don’t be that way.” He took the machete out of the table and put his foot on his father's chest. A wicked smile spread his face. He then kicked his father to the ground tearing his hand up the center from where the knife was. He howled in pain.
Zander jumped down on his chest and covered his mouth. “Shhhhhh shhhhhh~ you wouldn’t want to alert the neighbors… oh what would they think?” he smiled and used his free hand to restrain his dad’s arms and tie them to the table.
(Warning it gets weird here. You don’t have to read it just know his dad dies. XP)
He grabbed the cast iron pan and used it to break his father’s legs, couldn’t have him struggling could he? He sat down on his dads hips, he was sporting a rather hard boner, all the blood, the gore, finally shutting his b***h of a mother’s mouth. Oh it was orgasmic. He breathed as he looked down at his father, the man who had unmercifully beat him behind closed doors for years.
It was finally going to be over, he wiped his cheek and put his mother’s blood on his father’s lips. He spit in Zander’s face. Zander licked his lips. “There’s nothing you can do old man, you can’t stop me, you couldn’t stop me from killing your wife, and you won’t stop me from killing you.” His dad began to struggle and call him all sorts of mean names.
He slapped his dad hard across the face. It made him be quiet. He smiled and glided his fingers up into his dad’s shirt. His blood coated fingers made squiggly patterns up the man’s chest, he couldn’t quite remove his shirt with his hands bound so he cut the remainder off. His old man began to speak again, “You ******** f*****t!! They’ll have you burn for this!” He grabbed his father’s face pinching his cheeks together.
“Shut. Your. ********. Mouth.” Zander kissed his dad on the lips and pulled his tongue out of his mouth. He then held it with his fingers. His machete was much too big for a job like this, he worked his knife out of the table and used its dull side to slice his dad’s tongue out.
He then used the machete to cut open his abdomen. He pried open his ribcage breaking a few as he did, it really didn’t matter, he could see his father’s heart still beating even though he wasn’t awake anymore.
“You surprise me old man, I didn’t think you actually had one.” He stroked his beating heart with his fingers. It was a strong heart, it would be delicious.
He grabbed a hold of his intestines and twisted them, his father gargled awake. He smiled down at him as he looked at his open chest cavity. His son was holding his intestines he put them to his lips and he groaned, this was better than any b***h he could have ********. He then grabbed a hold of his heart and held it in place. Squeezing it gently, “I want to watch the life leave your eyes old man, LOOK AT ME!” He squeezed his heart harder. He watched as his eyes glazed over and he felt his heart stop beating. He ripped it out and laughed. “I DID IT!!! I ******** DID IT!!” He cried out. He threw the heart on the counter top. He stood up and went to his bedroom to change. He couldn’t be walking in the streets covered in blood could he?
How else would he get to the school?
It was finally going to be over, he wiped his cheek and put his mother’s blood on his father’s lips. He spit in Zander’s face. Zander licked his lips. “There’s nothing you can do old man, you can’t stop me, you couldn’t stop me from killing your wife, and you won’t stop me from killing you.” His dad began to struggle and call him all sorts of mean names.
He slapped his dad hard across the face. It made him be quiet. He smiled and glided his fingers up into his dad’s shirt. His blood coated fingers made squiggly patterns up the man’s chest, he couldn’t quite remove his shirt with his hands bound so he cut the remainder off. His old man began to speak again, “You ******** f*****t!! They’ll have you burn for this!” He grabbed his father’s face pinching his cheeks together.
“Shut. Your. ********. Mouth.” Zander kissed his dad on the lips and pulled his tongue out of his mouth. He then held it with his fingers. His machete was much too big for a job like this, he worked his knife out of the table and used its dull side to slice his dad’s tongue out.
He then used the machete to cut open his abdomen. He pried open his ribcage breaking a few as he did, it really didn’t matter, he could see his father’s heart still beating even though he wasn’t awake anymore.
“You surprise me old man, I didn’t think you actually had one.” He stroked his beating heart with his fingers. It was a strong heart, it would be delicious.
He grabbed a hold of his intestines and twisted them, his father gargled awake. He smiled down at him as he looked at his open chest cavity. His son was holding his intestines he put them to his lips and he groaned, this was better than any b***h he could have ********. He then grabbed a hold of his heart and held it in place. Squeezing it gently, “I want to watch the life leave your eyes old man, LOOK AT ME!” He squeezed his heart harder. He watched as his eyes glazed over and he felt his heart stop beating. He ripped it out and laughed. “I DID IT!!! I ******** DID IT!!” He cried out. He threw the heart on the counter top. He stood up and went to his bedroom to change. He couldn’t be walking in the streets covered in blood could he?
How else would he get to the school?
(End weirdness.)
Zander is now a smoker who lives in the wastes, he has a small scrap heap he calls home, he was banished from the moley colonies, they couldn’t kill him and they feared him too much to lock him up. So they threw him on the surface and ordered him to never return. He didn’t mind really, it was much better up here. No snooty neighbors to look down upon him, although his meals are far and few between up here. Good thing humans are big. Heh.
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Username: Rogue_Robin
Character Name: Daurian Stewart Collier
Age: 23
Strengths: Agility
Weakness: She is very forgettable, and totally unskilled with firearms.
Secondary Attribute: Swordsmanship
Specialty: Stealth
Biography: Daurian grew up, like many others in the Moley Colony. She was the middle child in her family, and grew up with relatively few limitations. Her father thought it prudent to teach his children fencing and other forms of swordsmanship, and that included his two daughters. Of the children Daurian was the one that developed a love for sword play while her older brother and younger sister merely put up with their father's lessons.
In all their family life was as stable as could be hoped when you lived in an underground labyrinth that was literally crawling with beasties that rather enjoyed the taste of human flesh. She went to school and eventually made it out with the other children in her age group.
She began sneaking out of the colony when she was twelve, but did not stray very far until she turned twenty. That was when her life changed. She remembers that she'd been planning on going out when her younger sister, Eliza, wanted her to accompany her to a classmate's house. At the time she hadn't remembered his name, but after her sister went missing her memory cleared up quickly. The kid's name was Nicholi Trillium, and she'd heard from some acquaintances that he'd taken to calling himself Zander, and well... any Moley would know who that was. They only found Eliza's arm.
Her family and the rest of the community were shocked when Nicholi was allowed to live. Granted, the Wastes weren't exactly the most hospitable. If there was any justice the homicidal freak would be killed by the elements or any of the surface dwelling creatures. If her sister's death was any indication about the presence of justice in the world then Daurian could be reasonably sure that he was alive out there somewhere.
After her sister's death the family went on lock-down. Daurian's freedom of movement was compromised for nearly a year, but that didn't stop her from exploring the underground. She quickly learned how to avoid detection from the normal slew of creatures. Daurian has always been mobile in her social groups, and that mobility paid off in spades when it came to faking somewhere to be for her family.
Most people think that she is clumsy and loud, but that clumsiness is a front. Her father especially knows better than to believe her loud footsteps and awkward gait since he was by and large her mentor for her stealth and agility training. People outside of a very small circle would be surprised to learn that she can not only be wicked fast, but quiet and acrobatic as well.
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Character Name: Daurian Stewart Collier
Age: 23
Strengths: Agility
Weakness: She is very forgettable, and totally unskilled with firearms.
Secondary Attribute: Swordsmanship
Specialty: Stealth
Biography: Daurian grew up, like many others in the Moley Colony. She was the middle child in her family, and grew up with relatively few limitations. Her father thought it prudent to teach his children fencing and other forms of swordsmanship, and that included his two daughters. Of the children Daurian was the one that developed a love for sword play while her older brother and younger sister merely put up with their father's lessons.
In all their family life was as stable as could be hoped when you lived in an underground labyrinth that was literally crawling with beasties that rather enjoyed the taste of human flesh. She went to school and eventually made it out with the other children in her age group.
She began sneaking out of the colony when she was twelve, but did not stray very far until she turned twenty. That was when her life changed. She remembers that she'd been planning on going out when her younger sister, Eliza, wanted her to accompany her to a classmate's house. At the time she hadn't remembered his name, but after her sister went missing her memory cleared up quickly. The kid's name was Nicholi Trillium, and she'd heard from some acquaintances that he'd taken to calling himself Zander, and well... any Moley would know who that was. They only found Eliza's arm.
Her family and the rest of the community were shocked when Nicholi was allowed to live. Granted, the Wastes weren't exactly the most hospitable. If there was any justice the homicidal freak would be killed by the elements or any of the surface dwelling creatures. If her sister's death was any indication about the presence of justice in the world then Daurian could be reasonably sure that he was alive out there somewhere.
After her sister's death the family went on lock-down. Daurian's freedom of movement was compromised for nearly a year, but that didn't stop her from exploring the underground. She quickly learned how to avoid detection from the normal slew of creatures. Daurian has always been mobile in her social groups, and that mobility paid off in spades when it came to faking somewhere to be for her family.
Most people think that she is clumsy and loud, but that clumsiness is a front. Her father especially knows better than to believe her loud footsteps and awkward gait since he was by and large her mentor for her stealth and agility training. People outside of a very small circle would be surprised to learn that she can not only be wicked fast, but quiet and acrobatic as well.
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Username: blaster25
Character Name: Peter "Fiery" Carson
Age:27
Strengths: specialist with Machines
Secondary Attribute: perception
Specialty: human like automotons
Biography: Peter, once known as The Fiery Gladiator, grew up in the ruins of what once was the city of Sanctuary (now the Sanctuary settlement). All the people within the city lived in a world of competition and skill. This allowed Peter to not just increase his skill in machines, but allowed him to become a specialist in the field. When the doors of the city opened, Peter and the other people were released on the wasteland, where they turned to raiding and slaving within a year.
The Fiery Gladiator was the right hand man of Hate, the leader of a group called the Paragons. Peter functioned as an enforcer, and also took part in brutal gladiator fighting with a human like automoton he had created (he calls her Aj) with his skills. The two became famed as brutal and violent warriors’, the fame spreading across the Sanctuary region and out into the wasteland.
For reasons as of yet unknown, Peter was betrayed by Hate, who shot him in the face and removed information from Peter’s partner. Peter was assumed dead, his automoton permanently shut down and left in a field. Oh but it is said that one cannot keep a true Gladiator down, and it is true. By some means of luck Peter and his partner found themselves alive(activated) and traveling the waste trying to atone for what snippets of memories they could remember, and get some payback on Hate for what he did.
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(The picture doesn't show Peter's scar, It's a thin scar going under his right eye and to his chin. Aj's weapons have a tendency of jamming but not very often)
Character Name: Peter "Fiery" Carson
Age:27
Strengths: specialist with Machines
Secondary Attribute: perception
Specialty: human like automotons
Biography: Peter, once known as The Fiery Gladiator, grew up in the ruins of what once was the city of Sanctuary (now the Sanctuary settlement). All the people within the city lived in a world of competition and skill. This allowed Peter to not just increase his skill in machines, but allowed him to become a specialist in the field. When the doors of the city opened, Peter and the other people were released on the wasteland, where they turned to raiding and slaving within a year.
The Fiery Gladiator was the right hand man of Hate, the leader of a group called the Paragons. Peter functioned as an enforcer, and also took part in brutal gladiator fighting with a human like automoton he had created (he calls her Aj) with his skills. The two became famed as brutal and violent warriors’, the fame spreading across the Sanctuary region and out into the wasteland.
For reasons as of yet unknown, Peter was betrayed by Hate, who shot him in the face and removed information from Peter’s partner. Peter was assumed dead, his automoton permanently shut down and left in a field. Oh but it is said that one cannot keep a true Gladiator down, and it is true. By some means of luck Peter and his partner found themselves alive(activated) and traveling the waste trying to atone for what snippets of memories they could remember, and get some payback on Hate for what he did.
Picture:
(The picture doesn't show Peter's scar, It's a thin scar going under his right eye and to his chin. Aj's weapons have a tendency of jamming but not very often)