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Character Name: Alarik (last name unknown)
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: None have seen what lay below Alarik's cloak and clothing, nor have any seen his face. His head is topped by a wide-brimmed hat, covered in rags stitched to it of varying degrees of orange, grey and yellow, ranging towards sandy tones. Beneath his hat he wears a mask of sorts; a pair of goggles designed to keep the sand from his eyes, and a wide collar pulled up over his nose to keep the sand from his mouth and nose. In doing so, he also realizes that none have seen his face, and he likes to keep it that way. The back of his head is also covered in this manner, from the goggles' straps (think old fashioned pilot goggles), and so none have ever seen his hair color (if he even has hair). He is always clad in a sand-coloured cloak, which is quite large and drags slightly on the ground, along with sand-coloured pants which have two layers in the bottom of the leg, one to be tucked into his brown boots, the other to hang over it, as a sort of double-layer protection against irritating sand grains in his boots. Alarik stands at about six feet and two inches. He does not appear overly bulky but is a nice balance of speed and strength instead.
Weaponry/Enhancements: Alarik is in the possession of two visible weapons. One is a bow slung constantly over his shoulder (unless of course it is in use) coupled with the quiver he has on his back. The other weapon is a simple steel shortsword that he purchased when he was in an Oasis. Though few know of it, Alarik also has a pair of enhancements. They are both useful but are not of the highest quality. The first and foremost is an injection of low-quality nanites into his system, which go about his system and repair damage to his body. They are, however, slow at this job, and therefore only reduces healing time by a short duration. This will not cause in-combat regeneration, unless of course this combat situation takes a day or two. The second enhancement lay within his eyes, which lay hidden behind his goggles. This enhancement is of higher quality than his nanites, and they allow him certain viewing modes as well as a small amount of zoom; no, he won't be standing from a thirty-story building and be able to see your pores, but he will be able to pick you out from a crowd.
Personality: Alarik is a quiet person. There are some within his group of Drifters that have never heard his voice, let alone seen him with no mask or large cloak. He seems perfectly comfortable within the desert, but also has no problems with entering an Oasis. Few, if anyone, know Alarik personally, and therefore have no idea what he is really like.
History: Alarik's history is something he cares not to share, though it is not because of personal pain, grief, or anything like that, it's simply because he doesn't care to share it. All he, or anyone else, needs to know is that he has been a Drifter since birth and comes from a long line of Drifters, and that he's been wandering the sands and drifting from Oasis to Oasis for as long as he can remember.

Character Name: Cedric 'the rat'
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Cedric is thin, ghostly thin, but he has a sort of lithe grace about him. He is rather tall too coming in at 6'6". His hands, arms, face, and legs are all wrapped up in bandages to keep out the sand and he wears welding goggles over his eyes. He has no hat, but instead wears the skull of some strange animal he once ate. His actual clothing is a pair of tattered shorts, and a muscle shirt, over that he has a tired leather riding coat and a vest made of burlap. His body is adorned with all manners of teeth, claws and skulls, of various desert rodents. When his bandages are off his eyes and shaggy hair both have the same orangy-red tone of sandrock.
Weaponry/Enhancements: His weaponry consists of two machetes that he keeps casually haging at his wrists just in case he ever needs them. About his waist he also carries a pair of bolas for hunting.
Personality: Cedric is something of a wild child. He's rude, energetic and has a short attention span. He can read although he can read, he cannot write, and most intellectual conversations make his head hurt.
History: For most of his memorable life, Cedric has been a theif, and a scavenger. He'll hunt when he has too, but for the most part, he finds elderly Drifters, and kills them. It's simply what he's good at. He doesn't think of himself as a theif though. He is a liberator. If it wasn't for him, they'd simply have to suffer living for another week or so!

Character Name: She is only known among Drifters as Selene.
Sex: Female
Age: 26
Appearance: As tradition dictated, Selene, like all of her kinsmen, is burdened with an impassable shroud of cloth, concealing any distinguishing snippet of her anatomy. A silver-tinged veil of fine brocade swathes her upper body, coiled loose over the midnight blue opaqueness of her cloak, a plain piece of tissue enriched with fine and glittering tracery, similar to the intricacies of a celestial map. A thrown cowl tailored from the same fabric permanently benights the blue-gray scarf corded around her neck and a stark white sheen that could easily be mistaken as her face. It is, however, a mask, shaped only to espouse her features. Only the portion between the cleft beneath the nose and the chin are can be perceived from the cast shadows of the hood, and so her means of seeing and breathing are unclear. Rumors say that the mask is in fact an ancient artifact, from before the sands and Oases; that it belonged to a deity of the Moon in the times of Antiquity; that the ‘inscriptions’ upon the bedimmed segments are a key to some generically unspeakable truth. Though farfetched, these rumors are founded on the simple fact that no one has ever seen Selene’s true face, let alone the whole mask itself. Otherwise, Selene is shodded with calf-length black boots, over which indigo pants of linen are tightly stretched and bundled. Her hands, peeking from the ample sleeves of her outerwear, are gloved in black leather, and are pulled up taut over half the length of her forearms.
Weaponry/Enhancements: The only visible thing that could ever be construed as a weapon in her hands is the six feet long shaft of curved Blackwood, its upper tip wrapped in two feet of tattered rags. Many assume it to be a simple walking staff or some contraption of traveling convenience, when it is in fact Selene’s weapon of predilection, the Scythe. With its folding, two feet long damascened-blade, Selene can become a dangerous opponent. She also carries twin sickles, silver-patterned, which she hangs on either side of her belt, hidden deep beneath the layers of cloth.
High was the price she paid for her enhancements, for she had paid with everything at a very young age. For the unwanted deaths of her own blood, the sudden pillaging of her family’s settlements, the simple massacre of her clan, she was given a measly compensation. She injected herself with a vial-full of nanites she found in one of the few remaining crates they had carried around the Desert for years. Physical limits were raised, allowing her to naturally increase her speed and reflex-time over the years. Also, when allowed to interact with adrenaline, the nanites will engage in some kind of synergy, momentarily granting Selene the means to raise her speed even further. This fleeting state of transcendent speed is commonly known as the Moonspark. Passive drawbacks are a slightly lowered regeneration rate and the high calorie intake required on a daily basis to sustain her mobility.
Personality: She had become tacit over the years, not by choice, but by necessity. She lost trust in those she thought were her friends, and decided it was best to divulge nothing of herself, before literally abandoning them where they stood to continue on her path, alone. The survivors of her clan swindled with time, and to this day, it is unclear if she is the last of her clan, or if a few of her olden companions were perpetuating the line. For lack of interaction with other living beings, it is difficult to describe Selene. She has no true drive, no actual goal. She is at home in the endless dunes, and prefers the solitude of the desert to the boisterous coming and going inside the Oases. Nevertheless, a bit of vivacity lives on inside her, and she always had been prone for tongue-in-cheek wittiness - when not eliciting perked eyebrows with her unwontedly-dark humor.
History: Selene came from a wealthy line of Drifters and traveled the sandy expanses of the Desert for years. She had not seen a Dome before the age of six, and had not entered one until she had celebrated her eleventh birthday. She had lost her family in a raid, and has grown independent since then. One day, she returned to the few remaining members of her clan with the white mask, but has never given any explanation as to where she had found it and why she chose to wear it. They had never thought to ask what it actually was. Due to a most unforeseeable turn of events, she has severed the last ties with her kinsmen at the age of twenty-two, and has trekked alone ever since.