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((roll: Fayt's bow attack: 1d20 + 6 Cougar's DB: 14))

As Fayt strode through the woods in which she made her home, she found herself growing slightly nervous. It seemed there was a tension in the air. All the animals were much too quiet for this time of day, and she hadn't spotted a single animal fit for food in a while... Even given the scarcity of game (It seems the mountain lion population had skyrocketed, due to an unfortunate accident in 'civilization' as she called the outside world.) In recent years, this had driven the population of game animals down, and had gotten the Rangers off the young Ranger's back. She was doing a civil service, eliminating the pumas from the area, and the police apparently didn't mind her doing it, or just weren't searching, because the cougar's biggest competition for food here was her, and the cops thought that looking for her amongst starving mountain lions wasn't the smartest idea. But at least she was being left alone to cleanse her territory of the unwelcome intruders. It was not so long ago that these beasts had kept clear of her forest... Interloping humans... She stopped for a moment... Humans? She shook her head, her curls bouncing slightly as she did. Sometimes it's hard to remember...

But she quieted herself, stilling her pace and crouching low. She nocked an arrow, slowly as she dared, and watched intently as a massive shape loped through the brush. He's a beauty... Such a beautiful animal.... Competition. In these woods, either you ate or you were eaten. And Fayt was nobody's entree. She drew her bow and took aim at the animal, releasing the fletching and watching the deadly projectile fly.


LV. 2
Experience:
Hp: 30/30
Kp: 4/4
Power Level: 170

Strength: 20 | mod = 5
Dexterity: 20 | mod = 5
Constitution: 20 | mod = 5
Intelligence: 8 | mod = -1
Wisdom: 8 | mod = -1
Charisma: 8 | mod = -1
Ki: 8 | mod = -1
Dodge Bonus: 14

Base Attack Bonus: 2
Attack Melee: 7
Attack Martial: 8
Attack Ranged: 7

Base Save Bonus: 1
Fort: +6
Rex: +6
Will: ±0

Damage:
Martial damage: 6-13
+1 to strike



Martial techniques: (Str): 10

User-name: Emily Marneth
Posting: Always, I think XD
Time zone: GMT -7

~Character Data~

Name: Fayt Rynn
Class/Race: Human
Home Town: Ely, Minnesota
Age: 26
Gender: female
Title: The Civil Savage
Infection numbers: 139, 148, 157, 166, 175, 184, 193

~Appearance~

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110
Hair:
Eyes: light blue, with black flecks
Physical Description:
Clothing: You know, that picture actually about sums it up...
Background: She was born in Ely, and raised there. She was raised by an average family that participated in the SCA more often than any other extra-curricular activities, and she quickly became infatuated with the bow when she proved to have a natural affinity to it. Her favorite persona was an archer who lived alone in the wild, and at the age of eighteen, she moved out of her parents' house, to live in the forest near Ely, and she's lived there for over eight years, only returning to town to attend the SCA events, where she trades goods for money so that she can purchase supplies.
Personality: Fayt is withdrawn, growing slightly more reclusive with each year she spends in the wild, this reclusive nature is exacerbated by people who judge her for her lifestyle, and she is only ever accepted by her fellow SCA members, who seem to be used to such eccentricities.
Other: She has a barcode tattooed on her left bicep. It spells her name.

Missions/achievements:

S:
A:
B:
C:
D:

Techniques:

Firearm Techniques-

Melee Techniques-

Movement Techniques-

~Stats~

LVL. 2
Experience: 0/110
Hp: 18
Ap: 8

Strength: 26 | mod = 8
Dexterity: 20 | mod = 5
Constitution: 8 | mod = -1
Intelligence: 8 | mod = -1
Wisdom: 14 | mod = 2
Charisma: 8 | mod = -1
Dodge Bonus: 17

Base Attack Bonus: 2
Attack Melee: 10
Attack Ranged: 7

Base Save Bonus: 1
Fort: 0
Rex: 6
Will: 3

Damage:

Martial damage: 1-6 + STR = 9-14

kuh-nife: 1-4 + Str. mod + 0-1 per ten in bladed weapons + 3-4 per ten in knife

Sword: 1-10 + STR MOD + 1-2 per ten in slashing weapons + 2-4 in sword

Compound bow: 1-15 + 1/2 STR mod + 1/2 DEX mod + 1-2 per ten in ranged weapons + 2-4 per ten in bows = 9-25 + 1-4

~Skills~

Swim: (Str)

Piloting: (Int)
Driving: (Wis)

Balance: (Dex)
Escape Artist: (Dex)
Hide: (Dex)
Move Silently: (Dex)
Sleight of Hand: (Dex)
Tumble: (Dex)
Use Rope: (Dex)

Concentration: (Con)

Craft: (Int)
Disable Device: (Int)
Forgery: (Int)
Knowledge: (Int)
Repair: (Int)
Research: (Int)
Search: (Int)
Use Technology: (Int)

Alchemy: (Wis)
Listen: (Wis)
Read Lips: (Wis)
Sense Motive: (Wis)
Spot: (Wis)
Survival: (Wis)
Treat Injury: (Wis)

Bluff: (Cha)
Diplomacy: (Cha)
Disguise: (Cha)
Gather Information: (Cha)
Handle Animal: (Cha)
Intimidate: (Cha)
Innuendo: (Cha)
Perform: (Cha)
Seduction: (Cha)

Firearm techniques: (Dex)
Martial techniques: (Str)
Movement techniques:
Heart Control: (Int)
Weapons (bows): 10
Sneak Attack:

~Possessions~

Money:

Cigarettes:
20's of beer:
40's of scotch:


Equipment:

Name: Compound Bow
Type: Ranged, piercing
Description: A bow with a high draw strength and a high-end let-off. This can allow the user to more comfortably hold a very high draw strength, and allows for more powerful bows that are more accurate, due to the ease with which they can be held at the ready.
In-Game Stats: 70 HP, but it explodes upon 'death', dealing 1-20 damage to all near. This is due to the massive tension in the bow due to its design.
Damage: 1-15 + 1/2 STR mod + 1/2 DEX mod + 1-2 per ten in ranged weapons + 2-4 per ten in bows
Requirements: 25 STR, 20 DEX
Special: An arrow of greater quality than wooden must be fired. Should a wooden arrow be fired, it has a 5 in twenty chance to shatter, dealing only 1-5 damage to a target within melee range.
Craft DC: 150, and an engineer's table, two vices, two pulleys and proper composite material-handling tools are required.

10 x 'plastic' arrows. 1-4 damage each

Name: sword
Type: slashing/piercing
Description: Any of a number of swords.
In-Game Stats: 100 HP
Damage: 1-10 + STR MOD + 1-2 per ten in slashing weapons + 2-4 in sword
Requirements:
Special:
Craft DC: 50


Valuables

((Roll 1: Cougar attack, 1d20 + 4
Roll 2: Fayt's counterattack, 1d20 + 8

Fayt HP: 18/18
DB 17

Cougar HP: 14/30
-2 to all checks
DB 12

Fayt was well aware that getting another shot off once that cat was hit was a most unlikely scenario, and she readied the spear she wore at her back to prepare herself. She could only hope that, since this one hadn't gone down in one shot, that; 1.) her aim would improve in the future, and 2.) that she had wounded it sufficiently that it would be angry enough to run straight at her, and fall as had so many of its predecessors. She stood straight and glared at the cougar, a bloody hole on each side of its body marking the entry and exit wounds of her arrow, which protruded from the earth some distance away from the growling, surprised cat. "Come on, p***y." She stared it down, waiting as patiently as the cat, her eyes glaring, her muscles taut as a bowstring. And it would finally charge. She stood like a Scotsman, waiting until the last second to drive her spear-tip forward toward the heart of the leaping cat. By the time it realized what was going on, it was too late to change its course. She had made sure it had left the earth before driving the spear forward and planting the base in the dirt.

Fayt felt no pleasure from the death of the animal... She enjoyed the hunt, not the killing. She respected that every living thing had its niche. It's role, in the environment... And that they were all equal on some level... And as the cat's crushing weight came down on the spear, and it shaft drove through the cat's vital organs, the cat carrying over Fayt's head as she lay flat on her back to avoid its claws, she wondered just when her time would run out. She stepped forward to the wounded beast, seeing the rise and fall of its breathing as it clung to life, but already dead all the same. "I'm sorry, little guy..." Little!? It was GIGANTIC!!! "But there just isn't enough to go around..." She pet the shoulder of the animal, hoping that despite its unconsciousness it knew she didn't like doing what needed to be done. She even lay her head against it, taking a deep breath and petting it still as she plunged the blade of her knife into its heart, ending the still-beating organ, and with a few final shivers, the beast lay still. Now that he was dead, she had no problems admitting her next course of action. She pet the corpse's head again "Don't worry... Your family will be with you soon enough." She took a deep breath, withdrawing and cleaning her spear and knife, and pulling her arrow from the dirt, cleaning the shaft and fletching, the tip clean from its recent dirt bath. Without a backward glance, she went forward to protect her forest.

(( first roll is matthias' 1d20+2 to mook 1
second is 1,2,&3's attack to matthias.))
Matthias:
Hp:24/24
Ap:9/9

mook 1:
Hp:3
mook 2:
Hp:3
mook 3:
Hp:3

Matthias walked down the side walk past an alleyway, with his Mariners cap hiding his eyes, and his bat slung over his right shoulder. after he walked past, he heard a woman cry out for help. he walked backwards five paces, and looked over his left shoulder to find three guys trying to mug a woman, and slowly succeeding. he whistled out to the wanna-be muggers " 'Oy, didn't your mothers ever teach you to be nice to the women folk? to think of what they would say if they could see you now
. I know I wouldn't enjoy seeing your ugly-mugs each day. be enough to make an ol' gel cry." suffice to say, the ugly blokes did not enjoy being taunted. Matthias was one step ahead of them as they charged at him haphazardly. he adopted a rushed baseball stance, whilst shouting "hey, batta batta batta batta batta...." he waited for one unfortunate guy to get within range, and swung as hard as he could.

LV. 1
Hp:3

Strength: 6| mod =-2
Dexterity: 6| mod =-2
Constitution: 6| mod =-2
Intelligence: 6| mod =-2
Wisdom: 6| mod =-2
Charisma: 6| mod =-2
Ki: 8| mod =-1
Dodge Bonus:5

Base Attack Bonus:1
Attack Melee:-1
Attack Ranged:-1
Attack Ki:0

Base Save Bonus:0
Fort:-2
Rex:-2
Will:-2

Damage:
Martial damage: 1-1 untrained attack


Name: Matthias McLean
Class/Race: Human
Home Town: Mount Vernon, Washington
Age: 20
Gender: M
Title: The Slugger
Infection numbers: 12, 56, 42, 9, 64, 7, 2, 17, 13



Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 Lbs.
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Emerald Green
Physical Description: healthily slim, but not too skinny or to fat. his lack of body girth is

not to be mistaken for a lack of strength though, for his muscles are toned. his skin of Irish

decent is as most Irish folk are: Pale. he remarkably has no visible freckles on the skin he

leaves exposed (face, fore-arms.) his canine teeth are naturally sharp, and he likes them that

way.
Clothing: he wears a white t-shirt and semi-loose blue jeans (loose enough to give him

freedom of movement, but not loose enough for a Zed to restrain him with.). over his T-shirt

is an unzipped black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the crook of his elbows. on

the back of the jacket is the Seattle Mariner's logo. he wears red and white sneakers, and

has red fingerless biker gloves that help him grip his bat better. he also wears a Mariners

baseball cap.( http://images.footballfanatics.com/productImages/_183000/FF_183443_l.jpg )
Background: Matthias Lived most of his life in Mount Vernon, Washington. he loved

everything there, and was a big fan of the Mariners. he didn't know a lot of the lingo (and if he

did, he wouldn't have used it anyways), but the Seattle Mariners always had a loyal fan

rooting for them when they went to play. he started playing baseball with his friends, but only

for fun. he never wanted to play professionally. he made so many long hits that his friends

gave him the nickname "The Slugger." and kept calling him that all throughout high school.

he once held a job, but was fired for reasons unclear to him.he is still "Between Jobs", and

can't figure out the next job he wants. he did scrounge up enough money to move to

Minnesota and get a fairly decent apartment...that he's late on payments for. he's just

waiting for his moment to shine in this crazy world.
Personality: Happy-Go-Lucky, Loyal, and willing to do anything for his comrades.
Other: he has three small studs above his left eyebrow. ( this only reflects what the piercings look like, Matthias does not look like Musica from Rave Master)
Since the Zompocalypse:
Missions/achievements:

S:
A:
B:
C:
D:

Techniques:

Firearm Techniques-

Melee Techniques-

Movement Techniques-


LVL. 2
Experience: 0/110
Hp: 24/24
Ap: 9/9



Strength: 20 | mod = +5
Dexterity: 15 | mod = +2
Constitution: 15 | mod = +2
Intelligence: 12 | mod = +1
Wisdom: 12 | mod = +1
Charisma: 12 | mod = +1
Dodge Bonus: 13

Base Attack Bonus: 2
Attack Melee: 7
Attack Ranged: 4

Base Save Bonus: 1
Fort: 3
Rex: 3
Will: 2

Damage:

Martial damage: 7-12

[any other weapon you use]
Baseball Bat: 1-8 + Str. Mod. + 1-2 per ten in bludgeoning weapons + 2-4 per ten in

baseball bat

Double barreled Shotty: 10-100 + DEX mod + 1-2 per ten in ranged weapons + 2-4 in

shotguns

Ka-nife: 1-4 + Str. mod + 0-1 per ten in bladed weapons + 3-4 per ten in knife



Swim: (Str)

Piloting: (Int)
Driving: (Wis)

Balance: (Dex)
Escape Artist: (Dex)
Hide: (Dex)
Move Silently: (Dex)
Sleight of Hand: (Dex)
Tumble: (Dex)
Use Rope: (Dex)

Concentration: (Con)

Craft: (Int)
Disable Device: (Int)
Forgery: (Int)
Knowledge: (Int)
Repair: (Int)
Research: (Int)
Search: (Int)
Use Technology: (Int)

Alchemy: (Wis)
Listen: (Wis)
Read Lips: (Wis)
Sense Motive: (Wis)
Spot: (Wis)
Survival: (Wis)
Treat Injury: (Wis)

Bluff: (Cha)
Diplomacy: (Cha)
Disguise: (Cha)
Gather Information: (Cha)
Handle Animal: (Cha)
Intimidate: (Cha)
Innuendo: (Cha)
Perform: (Cha)
Seduction: (Cha)

Firearm techniques: (Dex)
Martial techniques: (Str)
Movement techniques:
Heart Control: (Int)
Weapons:
bludgeoning weapons:2
baseball bat: 10
Sneak Attack:



Money:

Cigarettes:
20's of beer:
40's of scotch:


Equipment:

Name: Knife
Type: starting weapon
Description: Commonly pronounced 'kuh-nife,' this is the starting weapon for EVERYONE.

That's right. You get this for FREE. Consequently, it sucks so much that most people's first

post involves them throwing it away. However, it is unbreakable, believe it or not, and it will

almost always turn up somewhere if you get rid of it. (Meaning you can find it on ANY search

roll, should you want it, unless you roll a 1, in which case you're screwed.)
Damage: 1-4 + Str. mod + 0-1 per ten in bladed weapons + 3-4 per ten in knife
Requirements: Yeah, right.
Special: unbreakable, semi-auto-locatable.

Name: Baseball bat
Type: sporting goods
Description: A good old baseball bat
In-Game Stats: 150 HP
Damage: 1-8 + Str. Mod. + 1-2 per ten in bludgeoning weapons + 2-4 per ten in baseball bat
Requirements:
Special:
Craft DC: 50


Name: double-barrel shotgun
Type: ranged, piercing
Description: A double-barrel shotgun, capable of decimating a target at close range. If you

save your shells (police your brass), you can later reload them if you locate a reloader and

the proper materials, making it an invaluable tool due to this ease of locating ammunition.
In-Game Stats: 100 HP
Damage: 10-100 + DEX mod + 1-2 per ten in ranged weapons + 2-4 in shotguns
Requirements: 15 STR
Special: 2 shot clip size
Can be stored loaded, ready to fire.

If used at melee range, deals *2 damage

Both barrels can be fired simultaneously, dealing *2 damage. (This means a point-blank,

double barrel shot will deal *4 damage O.O)

You can conversely split the total damage evenly between the number of enemies in front of you

10x buck shot:
Damage: +1-20

Valuables
His Mariners cap, a necklace that is in the shape of a flaming baseball bat that his mom

made and gave to him when he was six.

((Damage to preggers puddytat

11-35

1 arrow fired,
9 remaining))

(( damage to Matthias, A.K.A.: oh no Mr. scary mooks, don't hurt me with your 2 damage.))

(( damage to mook 2, aka:do I even have to generate a number?))