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Here you are: the Wasteland. You're just wandering around for now, but trust me: you'll find people. You'll find them, but you might not want to. There are three prominent gangs with outposts everywhere: The Scorpions, a small-time gang committed to robbing solar panel factories; The Tricorps, Co, a company that runs solar panel factories; and The Outcasts, a group of people who choose not to get involved.





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Name:
Age:
Faction:
Appearance:
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Accepted Profiles:

Username: Ryu Earl Ora
Name: Ryu Earl Ora
Age: 21
Faction: Outcasts
Appearance:
Scars: a single scar down his left eye.
Piercings: None
Birthmarks: A small, skull-shaped mark on the top of his left shoulder
Quirks: He enjoys rummaging around in the Wastelands
Theme song: New Perspective- P!ATD
Personality: Happy to be alive, yet somewhat odd
Likes: Inventing from scraps he finds on the ground.
Dislikes: Meanies




Username: emerarudo_chan
Name: Emerald heart
Age: 19
Faction: Scorpians
Appearance:
Scars: on her left cheek
Piercings: right eyebrow
Birthmarks: none
Quirks: Likes to listen to music when shes on a raiding mission
Theme song: Unknown Solider by Breaking Benjamin http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwenY0IYEb8
Personality: Cocky and a bit rude at first but under it all shes a sweet girl who cares for those shes close too
Likes: Listening to her music and wearing her goggles
Dislikes: People annoying her





Username: The Count of Monte Carlo
Name: Ako Riosu
Age: 18
Faction: Outcasts
Appearance:
Scars: long scar running the length of his right forearm, scars over all knuckles, numerous scars hidden by his hair.
Piercings: none
Birthmarks: none
Quirks: Has an insatiable love for music, almost always has headphones either on or nearby.
Theme song: Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones
Personality: A bit on the dark side, he's learned that when you're never happy, your hopes never get smashed. He is a brother and a guardian, and will defend his little brother no matter the cost.
Likes: Music, and he and his brother being alive
Dislikes: Threats, people who talk too much.

Username:The Count of Monte Carlo
Name: Haro Riosu
Age:10
Faction: Outcasts
Appearance:
Scars: Left eye
Piercings: none
Birthmarks: none
Quirks: Never talks, collects anything he sees laying on the ground if he thinks it has potential to be useful, is very smart for his age.
Theme song: Prayer of the Refugee by Rise Against
Personality: Shy, inquisitive, and more caring than his big brother.
Likes: Being helpful.
Dislikes: Being treated like a little kid.




Username:The Original Blade
Name:Gin
Age:28
Faction:scorpions
Appearance:
Scars:none
Piercings:none
Birthmarks:a large shark on his back every one thinks is a tattoo... it's not
Quirks:he can't resist hitting on a hot chick
Theme song:Toxicity
Personality:he acts noble even if he is a lowly scorpion he often works alone
Likes:women he can not get enough women
Dislikes surprised utcasts he thinks they are arrogant




Username: xXAngel Of CoCo CakeXx
Name: Mira and Shayn Mizuka
Age: both 14
Faction: Outcasts
Appearance:
Scars: On their backs, matching claw marks
Piercings: Both have their ears pierced three times, Mira has her tongue pierced, Shayn has snakebites
Birthmarks: They have a complicated birthmark on their backs, like a design.
Quirks: They have cat body parts, and they finish eachother's sentences.
Theme song:
Mira~ That's Not My Name- The Ting Tings
Shayn~ My Immortal- Evanescence
Both~ Devour-Shinedown
Personality: Mira is Shy and Timid, but Shayn is Rough and Mean
Likes:Mira likes Guys, Vanilla, and Music
Shayn likes Guys, Chocolate, and Music
Dislikes:
Both don't like being yelled at, being given orders, and death (When it's on their side...)

Username: xXAngel Of CoCo CakeXx
Name: Syn
Age: 15
Faction: Outcasts
Appearance:
Scars: None
Piercings: Ears Pierced three times
Birthmarks: On her stomach
Quirks: She says sorry when she kills, and acts like a lady
Theme song: Don't Trust Me- 3Oh!3
Personality: Shy, Timid, but Rough and childish.
Likes: Guys, Music, Art, Silence
Dislikes: People she doesn't know, being shot at, being hurt, and death on her side.[

"The end of the world is a bleek place indeed" A slim red head girl chuckled to herself as she stood ontop of a pile of newly raided solar panels and other such useful items as she waits for her pickup team. Her goggles were over her eyes, blocking out the sun as she scanned the wasteland for any signs of her fellow Scorpians.

"Hm?" The low rumble of a truck caught the girls attention as she peered into the wasteland, her eyes waiting until the dust clearing to see the truck better but the sight of it made her frown a bit as she recognized the markings on it. "An Outcast truck? Whats it doing out here and WHERE are my fellow Scorpians?" Huffs as she crosses her arms, not at all amused at her team mates being late...again.

"And just what do you think you're doing?!?" a voice rang out behind the red head. "A Scorpion, huh? I didn't think you guys would be so stupid..." he laughed. The man stood slouched a little, his hands inside his jacket. It was tattered and torn, much like many other Outcast's clothing, and he laughed lightly as he realized how obvious he was. "Well?" he asked, his grip tightening around whatever was in his jacket.

A laugh could be heard as she shot the flare gun. "Just great!!!" he laughed, pulling out what appeared to be a pistol made out of bits of scrap metal and shoddy welding. "Now I'll get to try this thing out!!!" he almost screamed with laughter. He pulled the trigger, sending a few rocks her direction.

He laughed softly, spitting on the ground to show his disgust. "Well, to be honest, I found this on the body of a Scorpion I killed earlier. Seemed to have been headed out this way... Hid the car. Simple, really... just gotta know how to plan!!" He laughed again, running at the girl, jumping into the air, trying to tackle her.

Ako heard the approaching sound too late. The explosion ripped apart the truck's axle, sending chunks of gears from the differential flying. One wheel skittered away from the truck, making it tilt and turn. Ako tried to correct as the rear tried to pass the front, but he couldn't stop the inevitable. The wheel-less fender dug into the hard sand and sent the truck flipping, dumping what gear it held in a path of debris behind it.

The seatbelt that held the younger boy failed, sending him flying out as well. There was a snap as his wrist hit the ground first, but his head hit next and knocked him out before he could feel the pain.

When the truck stopped, Ako held his held for a second before opening his eyes. He instantly realized what had happened, even as he looked at the scenery from a new perspective. He raised a hand to prop himself up as he undid his seatbelt, and crawled out of the overturned rig. He looked back towards the pile and saw his brother lying face-down on the sand. A look of utter horror changed his face as he yelled, "HARO!"
He ran to his brother, cradling him in his arms.