Here is the OOC thread for us to discuss all things pertaining to the game, the setting, questions, and just general chit chat. I'll be posting more info up on this post and the one below it as time goes by. But other than that feel free to go ahead and begin talking amongst one another. I think a good thing to at least discuss a bit would be how the raider players see their characters' relationships with one another being. I.E. who's good friends with who, who distrusts who, etc. It also might be good for captive's players to go ahead and mention who they are interested in being used by first.<br/>;D<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">All Players Please Use the Following Stamp at the Top of Your Posts</span></strong><br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b] <br/>[b]Location:[/b] <br/>[b]Summary:[/b] <br/>[b]Tagged: [/b]<br/></code></pre><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Characters</span></strong></span></div>Here's a quick list of all the approved and active characters ;D<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Raiders</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Big Tim</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://thegrio.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/the-cape-nbc-5.jpg%3Fw%3D449)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Timothy Hodges; Goes by "Tim" or "Big Tim"<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Leader<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 37<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Tim has a large scar on his right arm starting at his elbow and ending at the shoulder <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Tim is willing to use and abuse just about any person he comes across so long as they catch his eye.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong> On the surface Tim is a calm man, he rarely raises his voice unless absolutely necessary. But this outer calm masks the fact that Tim has almost no regard for the well being of most others. He is self assured, confidant, and firm in his decisions.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Tim was born before the war, he was 17 when the bombs fell and managed to survive simply by being away from home on the day of the attacks. He spent the early years after the war traveling from place to place searching in the vain hope of finding his family. When he finally accepted it to be impossible something inside Tim changed...<br/><br/>He stopped caring about others, he started to focus only on himself, and it wasn't long before he joined a gang of others like him and took to terrorizing the world's survivors. <br/><br/>Eventually he broke from the old gang and started his own, naming it "The Coyotes," ever since he has been content to simply lead those who follow him and focus his life on enjoying any vice or desire he feels the urge to experience. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> Tim drives a heavily modified Gran Torino (http://i709.photobucket.com/albums/ww91/barryharker/xxx2.jpg) with a medium machine gun (http://www.ordnancemarine.com/2111/graphics/09712B.png) fixed to the hood of the car allowing it to be fired as he drives. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Tim carries a M16A4 Assault Rifle (http://images.hobbytron.com/ZX-M16-A4-lg.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> Scat, not much else for this one :D<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dom</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/img-carlos-bocanegra_1155538764412.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Dom<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong>Enforcer/2nd In Command<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span> </strong>20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong>Strictly heterosexual, Dom collects female slaves and tends to keep them on a short leash...sometimes literally.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong><br/>Dom is probably one of the best raiders a female slave can hope to catch the attention of. He doesn't pass his slaves around to be used by other raiders. He keeps his pets well-nourished, washed, and generally in good condition. He takes good care of his property. That said he has very little tolerance for defiance. Dom has a simple worldview. Might makes right. You are only as good as your ability to enforce your will. Thus the weak exist to serve the strong. Those who mind their proper place in the hierarchy of weak and strong deserve the respect due to their station. He will not abuse those who submit quickly. Well no more than necessary to train and discipline them properly of course.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong>Dom was born to a village of warriors. Literally. Before the bombs dropped and bunch of professional fighters...Boxers, Wrestlers, Martial Artists, etc...were attending a special training camp in the mountains. The elevation protected them from the worst of the radiation and they survived up there long enough until it was safe to come down. They eventually became one of the first Raider clans. The Iron Fists.<br/><br/>Dom's clan was easily amongst the most feared in the wastelands. Dom's father and mother ruled the clan. They raised their son to be every bit as strong and ruthless as they were, but as the King and Queen of the proverbial mountain, they enjoyed luxuries Dom grew fond of. Eventually another Fist challenged Dom's father for leadership of the Clan and won. The first thing he did naturally was try to have Dom killed, seeing the fifteen year old boy as an inevitable threat to his power. The usurper had enough support that Dom knew he would not survive an attempt to go after him directly. So he fled, and eventually fell in with the Coyotes. <br/><br/>Dom quickly rose through the Coyote ranks...mostly by killing his way to the Number Two position. He has stopped there however. Not that he's not confidant he could eliminate Big Tim and take over if he wanted to. No. He has stopped because he knows that just because he can take the reigns of leadership, doesn't mean he's ready for them. No man can match him in a fair fight, but there is much left for Dom to learn about unfair fights and he beleives the older raider leader can teach him those things, even if only through observation. He also has much left to learn about life and leadership. So for now he's content to watch and learn. Big Tim has done a good job thus far. So Dom will stay in the right hand position, until he feels he has learned as much about leadership as he can learn from the older and more seasoned Raider. Besides, when the time comes that Dom feels he's ready to lead a Clan, he's more interested in reclaiming the Iron Fists than he is in the Coyotes. In the meantime, Dom serves as an excellent deterrent to anyone who might otherwise underestimate Tim and try to depose him. Knowing they'd have to get through Dom first is quite sufficient to make most rethink their ambitions. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> A Giant heavily fortified Tour Bus. The bus interior has actually been converted into spacious and fairly luxurious...by post-apocalyptic standards...living quarters. A combination of bedrolls and curtains have even created a few partitioned areas, creating 'private rooms'...as private as a simple curtain allows anyway. Still these two small areas are a mark of status for Dom's two best slaves. His more well-behaved slaves enjoy the privilage of their own personal space when on the road. These 'bottom bitches' must still submit entirely to Dom of course, but they in turn have authority over his other slaves who sleep on a more communal area. <br/><br/>The bus is heavily armored, but has no mounted weaponry. Instead, there are numerous sliding panels all over the bus that allow small arms to be fired from anywhere. The roof of the bus has a small waist-heigh armored wall allowing more shooters to take positions up top, and weild heavier tripod-mounted weapons.<br/><br/>When they settle down in a particular area for any serious length of time, Dom often erects a large tent, and keeps the interior spotless. Well, more accurately his slaves keep the interior spotless. Dom is quite capable of living in hardship but whenever possible he takes steps to give himself the largest, cleanest space he can aquire. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Due to his training, Dom prefers melee combat whenever possible. He mostly sticks to his own bare hands which are quite lethal. As he fought his way to the number two slot in the Coyotes, he fought every match with his bare hands. He has two Knuckle-Trenchknives he'll use if facing a more heavily armored opponant in melee. In ranged combat, he uses an AA-12 Shotgun.   <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> Heavy mutilation, gore, and anything that belongs in a toilet does not belong in my RP. </div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ricky</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image:</span></strong>(http://www.richardarmitagenet.com/news/images/johnporter.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Ricky<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong>Scout<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong>24<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong>Tattoo of a crow on his back. It is a large one with flared wings touching both of his shoulders and made to look as though it is swooping down. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Hetero<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Ricky is a quiet guy who fell in with the gang after seeing it as the lesser of two evils. He doesn't trust easily, but when he does it is a nearly unbreakable bond, for him at least.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Ricky was just a boy when the bombs fell, remembering only the panic and the flash of light in the distance. His family had survived, and his father led them until they fell in with a bunch of other wanderers. Ricky's father rose to one of the leading positions, leading the group to a spot that was safe to settle and start their life over. Things were going will for a while until one dusty day, a man stumbled into town, bleeding from a half dozen woulds and collapsed. Of course, being decent folk, the town treated him and when he was better, offered him a place to stay so he wouldn't have to wander alone.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the man accepted their offer. Only days after, a gang of vigilantes that had cannibilised old police riot gear and calling themselves the American Police Unit swept into town. They found the newcomer and declared that they had been chasing him for weeks, and that this town had broken the law by helping him. The next thing Ricky knew he was crawling out of the rubble of a house he had sheltered in. Bodies were everywhere, mostly his fellow villagers, but a few of the so called keepers of justice that had done this. Not wanting to stay in this place, he scavenged what he could and left.<br/><br/>He was on his own for a while, replaying the event in his mind, growing more and more bitter every day. He wanted to know why, wanted to know how someone could just burn a town to the ground for no real reason. So he found out. It was a small farmstead, with maybe five people living in it. He burned their crops, killed their livestock and gunned down the men, stabbed the children and raped the woman. He felt nothing at first, when the dust had settled and he could see exactly what he had done. He cried, ashamed of what he had done at first. But he understood, finally. He, and the gang, had power. They were strong. The villagers, the farmers, they were weak. He did this because he could. He wandered for a bit on his own after this, before meeting up with a gang willing to take in new blood.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> A heavily repaired Indian Motorcycle. It doesn't look like it, but the bike is actually reliable. No weapons mounted on it but there is a holster for his assault rifle just behind his seat.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.theinquirer.net/img/4790/chief.jpg%3F1241332042)</div></div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> AK-103<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> Vore, gore, bathroom stuff, extensive body modification</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Steve Miller</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Looks:</strong> (http://i454.photobucket.com/albums/qq261/JuniperCobra/Mechanic_by_salamandros.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Steve Miller<br/><strong>Position in Gang:</strong> Engineer/Mechanic<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br/><strong>Character's Sexuality:</strong> heterosexual<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong> <br/>(http://www.streetlegaltv.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/10/files/2011/01/18.jpg)<br/>And yes he is slightly crazy to have attached a working jet engine to the back of his vehicle, has never actually tested it though. So it is just as likely to actually work and make him go faster as it is likely to explode in a giant fireball, either way is fine.<br/><strong>Physical Details: </strong>He has a scar on his face reaching from just above his left eyebrow all the down to the middle of his left cheek. He also has a series of lash scars on his back and occasionally cause him pain, not due to anything physically wrong with them, but due to mental phantom pain.<br/><strong>Bio:</strong> Steve was but a young boy when the first of the bombs fell and changed his world forever. The short life he had before the bombs though was a good one, he was raised by loving parents and taught to never hurt others and always look out for others. He had been raised in that time with a strong sense of justice and that the everyone should do their part to help each other in anyway they could. He was a smart and intelligent child that loved to take things apart, which often got him in to trouble, but all of that soon wouldn't matter. The bombs took away his life, his family, and the only life he had known and showed him the cruelties of the real world at a young age.<br/><br/>Perhaps if he hadn't lost his parents at such a young age he might have been steered away from the dark path he would eventually, grudgingly, step down. The first few years after the bomb he wasn't on his own and was taken in by a family that happened to have survived near by, but they had lost their child. So in a way they all needed each other and it worked for a time, it was also here that he picked up some mechanical skills. Mr. Thompson was quite a skilled mechanic and was an electrical engineer in his past life, but with the bombs that life ended. He taught Steve how to work with machines, and even allowed him the sizable book collection, that was left undamaged, about mechanics and physics. It wasn't a formal education, but it was better then nothing and a lot better then what most people would get. It was the closest he would get to having a normal life after the bomb and high school or college education.<br/><br/>Though all good times must come to an end and all life ends, suddenly and without any warning. When Steve was around 16 raiders would attack the small makeshift house that he and his adopted mother and father, of sorts, had built off by themselves. The Thompsons did all they could to try and bribe them off and have them leave the place in peace, knowing that they couldn't win a fight and it was better to just give in then resist. Eventually they agreed to leave in exchange for Steve, as they needed a mechanic, and any food they had. Steve thought for sure they wouldn't agree that they would rather fight then give him up, but that was to prove false they seemed to quickly accept, saving themselves. The raiders left that night taking it all and ripping Steve away from the only family he had truly known and thought loved him. He didn't know that later that night the raiders would come back and burn the house down taking everything else they had.<br/><br/>Steve spent the next 6 years working as the mechanic for the gang, being beaten, whipped, anything short of raped or killed as they needed him alive. He was a rare find and they weren't going to kill him with how much he knew about machines and there workings. He continued to read the books he had stolen away from the house, which were more advanced and in a lot of ways would have finished his education and made him a true engineer, if such a job existed. He also learned how to mix and match parts and use scrap to make things work that were thought to be junk, though it was a dark 6 years he was still learning and never gave up on his life. It was also during this time he received his scars.<br/><br/>This life was brought to an end when the secret of the day 6 years ago was brought to light and what had actually happened. The gang then learned a terrible lesson, to bad it was their last, never piss of the man in charge of fixing your machines as he just as easily make them go as he can make them break or worse. This was also when he created the Lancer, as he just wasn't satisfied to make the leader die, no he would suffer as he had made his adopted parents suffer. His death was a slow, painful, and ugly death and with nothing to hold Steve back he took his time.<br/><br/>With the gang gone and no one to turn too Steve began to wander the waste, improving his skills, doing odd jobs, but what he had been forced to do and what he had done over those 6 years haunted him and changed him. He could never go back to who he was. He wanted revenge on the world and to take out his rage on whoever he could, even if they didn't deserve it. Still he is conflicted at times, but that is mainly due to him being a big ball of crazy.<br/><strong>Personality: </strong> He is crazy in more ways then most people would want to know. He on the average though is not what most people would expect from a raider. He also almost seems to have two persona and personalities, that are different from one another. Whether he actually has multiple personality disorder or just suffers from mental stress and is just hiding to protect himself is hard to guess. He seems to be aware of everything he is doing in both states and can remember and react like normal, but he has a switch that when flips changes him.<br/><br/>He has his mode where he is a rather nice guy, of sorts, a bit odd and quite, but not out to beat the shit out of you or get in your way. He mainly just sticks to himself and does his job, reads, hums, and acts like a slightly shy and normal person. He also can be seen smiling every now and then, but mostly just has a more neutral/blank expression. When he does talk it is not loud or booming, but calm, cool, and thoughtful in manner. He will defend himself, but he is less likely to attack or actively hurt someone. He also can be noted to help others on rare occasion.<br/><br/>His other side is noticeable different and you can see it in his eyes and face when he changes, if he doesn't have his mask on. He gets a twisted smile and his eyes widen slightly, more like an animals. He is aggressive, destructive, and is willing to do whatever it takes to win. He is cruel and brutal showing no mercy or care for another human being. Everyone is but a tool to him, except those that he respects, trusts of sorts, or knows it would be stupid to fight. He is not mad and uncontrollable, his intelligence still shows through and he is still always thinking ahead, rather the focus shifts from passive to outwardly aggressive and destructive for the hell of it.<br/><br/>There are places between these two modes, but often he falls into his violent side on raids and more passive when nothing provokes him. He might also be conflicted about his sides, but rarely talks to others as he finds it mainly boring and uninteresting. Save for commands, plans, demands, or if you manage to hold an intellectual or philosophical conversation. <br/><strong>Weapons: </strong> <br/>- One modified chainsaw, that can be used one handed, like in the picture.<br/>- One giant wrench meant to be used on large machine parts, but just as good for beating someones skull in.<br/>- One crowbar, plain and simple.<br/>- One Lancer, which to put it simply is just is a long piece of metal with an highly insulated grip linked up to conductors and hooked up to a large backpack. It is effectively a longer more deadly, for the person it is aimed at and the user, cattle prod lance. (rarely used... for obvious reasons, still likes it as one of his first creations though)<br/>- One custom made bolt launcher: it is a amalgamation of parts and pieces from different guns and weapons. It looks like a crossbow of sorts with a barrel drum on the bottom, which holds the ammo, which are just sharpened scrap metal rods, with two firing modes. It still has the string, which can be quickly pulled back, or it has a compressor that allows it to fire almost like an automatic weapon. So it can function as either a sniper rifle or a assault rifle, good for all occasions, rarely jams, can be put through almost anything, and ammo is everywhere.<br/>- A few Molotov Cocktails.<br/><strong>Player's Limits:</strong> I am fine with most things though my character would not be fine with scat, death, and cannibalism</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Warren Keyes</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image:</span></strong>Here (http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/Falling-Skies-08-Noah-Wyle-406x600.jpg)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong>Warren Keyes<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang: </span></strong>Medic/Doctor<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong>42<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Scar on upper right thigh, small scar across his chest, and another small scar down his cheek near his chin.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character's Sexuality: </span></strong> Heterosexual <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Warren seems like anything but a raider, but do not be fooled by his appearance. Deep down, he is a very corrupt man who is very easily angered and is just as merciless when it comes to his enemies. Upon the gang, he likes to keep to himself but will chime in now and then if he disagrees with something. He does however have a soft spot for his profession and takes it very seriously, making him one of the best (in his personal opinion) medics in the area. As well as his profession, he also has a sense of emotion towards children.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio:</span></strong> Warren Keyes was born in a rural community in Oklahoma and grew up there most of his life. His mother and father passed away when he was at a very young age, causing his grandmother to take care of him. As he was growing up, Warren's grandmother would always tell him stories of her mother, who was a nurse in during WWII, and Warren instantly became interested. He had wanted to become a vet when he was younger but as he grew up, he was set on getting his degree as a medic. As soon as it had started, Warren was out of school and working as a fully licensed medic. <br/><br/>The feeling that came over him whenever he got into that ambulance in response to an emergency was unlike anything he had ever experienced. It was his form of getting his fix. Perhaps the more disturbing thing though was that whenever he would see the victims, wether they were car crash victims or broken arm victims, the rush would increase. It actually felt better than the thought of helping out people. He wasn't sure why, but it always excited him whenever he would see somebody else in agony. <br/><br/>That's when the bombs dropped. <br/><br/>Warren couldn't recall were he was at the time of the blast, probably in his house which could explain how he somehow survived. The area surrounding him was destroyed and the thought of how he survived crossed his mind again. His town was now in ruins and, to top it off, bodies lay strewn in the street. But, even among the chaos and the horror this sight would bring to any normal human, Warren began to feel excited. The more he looked around, the better the feeling he got. He couldn't explain it and, if he wasn't crazy before, this was the push he needed. After several hours of searching, he managed to find a pistol with only one clip from one of the corpses in what used to be the police station. <br/><br/>He made his way to the hospital which was still intact somehow and went inside. He manged to grab a lot of medical supplies and stock them all in an ambulance. He spent months adding armor plating out of scrap metal to his vehicle in preparation to attempt to see if anyone else was out there. He finally finished stockpiling most of the supplies he was ever going to need in his lifetime and made sure to paint a big, red cross on the side of the truck. No one would be crazy enough to kill a medic, especially after the bombing. Warren wanted to make the fact known that he was a medic so he could always have an advantage on others.<br/><br/>He eventually came across a gang and is currently still with them. A group of "crazies", just like him and, because of this, Warren kind of just fit in. Warren doesn't socialize much with the others, but he does a good job at keeping the gang and the captives in good health. Because of this, Warren isn't really hated. That and because he keeps to himself most of the time. He likes to think that he is somewhat respected and will sometimes engage in small talk with others.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle:</span></strong>  A modified armored ambulance (http://www.warwheels.net/images/LandyS3vpkAmbulanceYoung1.jpg), made to take damage. (Couldn't find a 'post apocalypse ambulance so just imagine quite a bit of scrap metal armor with a messily painted red cross on the side). <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Pistol - Side Arm, Sub-Machine Gun - Main, (As far a melee weapons go, Warren enjoys using a scalpel, medical saw or anything else. He has also been known to use syringes to inject unknown liquids into his enemies).<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player's Limits:  </span></strong> No watersports, feces, scat, or cannibalism.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NPCs</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Twitch</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.rounds.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/die-hard-justin-long.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Loyd Benton "Twitch" <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Occupying the bottom of the Coyote totem pole, he's generally used as a messenger, scout, and doer of any shitty job deemed too undesirable for a Coyote and too dangerous to risk loosing a slave. He also has a knack for manufacturing explosives. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 24<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Gangly and scared, Sticks has the sickly, gaunt complexion of an addict with dark circles looming beneath his sunken beady black eyes. He twiches anxiously and bites his nails compulsively  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> bi. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Twitch is first and foremost an addict, whom, in the absence of anything else to show up his nose or stick in his veins, will hungrily huff go-juice fumes from a bag. Were it not for his addiction, he might have been a decent human being but as is he'll do near anything he's told for the promise of a fix (even if he'll hate himself for it). He isn't entitled to taking slaves of his own but has been paired with slaves of other raiders in the past either for a pitty fuck or for the amusement of their owners.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Twitch was inducted into the fold after being caught blowing up a small bridge to disrupt a delivery of medical supplies en route to being delivered to a small colony. So far as anyone can figure it, the only reason Twitch has been kept on is because he knows his place and does his utmost to fill it - that and his ability to make pretty explosions. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> Rides on top of Dom's bus with binoculars, generally isn't allowed inside<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> hunting knife, various home made explosives and incendiary devices</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tucker</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://blogs.amctv.com/the-walking-dead/Michael-Rooker-325.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Tucker<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Mid level muscle <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 36<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Has a hoarse laugh, old school tattoos littering his body, and a thick, knotted scar along his throat<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Hetero - though he is sadistic enough to get pleasure out of fucking anything that will put up a good fight. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Tucker has the temperament of a cock-tortured rodeo bull and the intellect of a can of spam. If you're ever looking for an antagonistic douchebag itching to pick a fight (especially with a weaker opponent), he's your guy. Tucker doesn't lay claim to slaves because he views it as too big a hassle. He'd much rather just take whatever communal whores he feels inclined to at the moment. He loves to play poker but generally no one will play with him for fear they will beat him and send him into a blood frenzy of a temper tantrum.    <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Tucker has been with the Coyotes since the beginning, but has no ambitions of climbing any higher then his current rank.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> None, prefers to ride shotgun<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> hunting knife, rifle<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Matt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2010/225/d/3/Dust_Raider_by_Vonmurder.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Matt<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Gang Member<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 22<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Matt's entire right arm is covered in old burn scars<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> He likes to fuck, just about anything<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Matt is a loud and crude person, he tends to have little respect for anyone he doesn't see as stronger than himself.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Matt was the son of a man who eventually joined the Coyotes and as such he was raised by the gang. His dad is long dead but Matt still lives as a member of the group<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> He doesn't have his own vehicle and normally just hitches a ride in which ever car has an empty seat. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Matt has an old crow bar, a length of chain that he uses as a makeshift set of brass knuckles and a small 9mm pistol.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> N/A<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Carl</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2011/008/d/5/just_a_sip_by_brigandinejack-d36qsh7.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Carl<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Member <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 29<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Carl's breath often smells of either alcohol or tobacco, or both. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Heterosexual<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Carl is a man of vice, he loves to smoke, drink, get high, and do just about anything else that feels good.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Carl entered the gang about three months ago when he managed to fight his way in by surviving 5 minutes in one on one combat with Chris. Since then he's developed the reputation of a bit of a tough, though not very bright, guy. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> Carl doesn't have his own ride and is fine with just traveling as a passenger in someone's car. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Carl has a pump action shotgun that he likes to use<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> N/A<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chris</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/153/7/d/respite_by_ethicallychallenged-d3hv22h.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Chris<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Gang Member<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 32<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> He has a very large letter "C" (for Coyotes) tattooed into his left shoulder <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Chris has a taste for both men and women so long as they 'have a pretty mouth'<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Chris is a very simple person. In the old world he would have made a good soldier given his ability to follow even the most gruesome of orders without a seconds hesitation or remorse. As it stands he's now just a very good enforcer.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Chris was one of the first people to join the gang and as others have come and gone, lived and died, he's remained. He is very loyal to Big Tim and often acts in a manner similar to a bodyguard for him.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> Chris normally rides in whatever car he can find a seat in, especially if it has a gun for him to fire. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Chris carries around a large knife(which is more of a miniature sword than anything else) that he uses to slash, gut, and slice anyone who gets in his way.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> N/A<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lilly</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2011/216/9/3/post_apocalyptic_raider__by_nuclearoctober-d45gn6c.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Lilly<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Member<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 19<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Just about every part of her body that can have a piercing already does.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Bisexual<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Lilly is one third adrenalin junkie, one third nymphomaniac, and one third pyromaniac <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> No one really knows where her crazy little ass came from but no one has ever tried to kick her out either. Mostly because she loves fucking, fighting, and blowing shit up...and she's really good at all three!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> She rides in which ever car she expects to be the first in the fight.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Lilly carries several molotov cocktails as well as a small machine pistol<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> N/A </div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Gigia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Images</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image:</span></strong> (http://img707.imageshack.us/img707/1674/qw5q9684cdlnpbanfl.jpg)(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/2038/riosy.jpg)<br/>In the picture of him wearing armour, note that is more damaged, repaired, and scavenged than the image suggests; he is also just wearing a mask, like an airsoft mask, to look cool - it's not some future spaceman helmet.</div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Giga<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Position in Gang:</span></strong> Savage<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 21<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> There's a prison tattoo, 'XIII,' on the back of his neck. Most of the time Giga doesn't wander around in full kit (i.e. a suit of body armour made up of scavenged pieces from riot gear, tactical body armour, a bomb disposal suit, the mask, and a ballistic shield); he'll just wear the mask and a bulletproof vest. Giga's really tall. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> If it's pretty, Giga'll fuck it.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Giga is a pretty happy fellow. He's at peace with himself and the world. Sure, in the Old World they had words like sociopath to describe him, and lots of books that talked about people who looked at the world the way he did, and the biggest, baddest gangs to catch people like him and keep them caged. But that's all gone and done with now. It's really a grand place for someone who can hurt another person really badly without feeling guilty about it or flinching or hesitating. The thing about Giga, though, is that he's not much of a planner or a long-term thinker. So when you put a guy like him in with a guy like Big Tim, it's the perfect match. Giga needs someone to tell him what to do, and Big Tim's a guy who needs guys who'll do what the fuck he tells them to do it when he fucking tells them to do it.<br/><br/>Giga's not especially ambitious. He doesn't care to advance in the ranks. It's enough for him to be part of the Coyotes, and if you've got something he wants he'll (probably) ask what you want to trade for it. Though, if he thinks he can get away with it maybe he'll just beat the shit out of whoever has it, just enough to make the idea of taking it back a bad idea. But really, most Coyotes don't have much Giga wants. He once traded a Mac-10 with four mags for a bobble-head. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Giga was born in a prison. The general population took control of the place in the chaos following the bombs, and it wasn't hard: the guard to prisoner ration was something like 1 to 8, so it wasn't difficult for the prisoners to overpower their captors. In fact, seeing the writing on the wall, many guards sided with the prisoners for protection and hopes of better treatment in the coming regime. Giga's mother was one such individual, already pregnant because she traded sexual favours for protection from the prisoners while on the job. It's anyone's guess who Giga's father was, though you could narrow it down by ethnicity if you cared (sidenote: you don't). The prison wasn't the greatest place to grow up. There were gang wars inside the prison for control of territory and supplies, and eventually an alliance of the Aryan Brotherhood and Russian mafiosos came out on top, uniting the warring factions against the outside world. They used what they had left to go raid the comically close cities, taking whatever they wanted and could get their hands on. Sometimes they came back with food, go juice, hydro, fine bitches, and in the early years, narcotics, smokes, and liquor. <br/><br/>Eventually the remnants of the National Guard and Army got their shit together and decided to enact martial law. They had a lot of guns and equipment, but by this point splinter groups had taken off with the best stuff or had answered calls to suppress riots or whatever. Needless to say, things did not go well for the prison-based gang or any of the other little power groups in the city as the armed forces tried to spread their influence. But then, the beauty of asymmetrical warfare asserted itself, and for every block the armed forces extended their influence, they made themselves that much more open to someone sneaking in a bomb, or a bunch of guys rolling up on guards, stabbing them to death, and stealing their milspec stuff. Giga became very, very adept at urban warfare. His favourite thing to do was load up as much body armour as he could get his hands on (and Giga's got big fucking hands) and roll on in with a machete or something and kill a helluva lot of guys. After fighting in the cramped hallways of the prison, fighting in the streets was almost like fighting out in the wide open plains for him. And after having to work his way up from bare hands to a sharpened toothbrush, killing guys with actual weapons designed to hurt someone else was pretty easy. It didn't hurt that a lot of the armed forces guys were National Guard weekend warriors, out of shape and all too confident that an assault rifle would make them invincible, or else the actual combat vets who were over the hill and way past their prime, their combat experience dulled by soft state-side life.<br/><br/>Eventually, the prison gangers made the same mistake their foes did: they over-extended. Giga and a bunch of guys got sent off in a captured M11117 to go find some go juice. They went off-map, got lost, and ran afoul of a group of redneck survivalists. The leader got his brains blown out by the rednecks' sharpshooter (N.B. wear your helmets, kids!), and the rest of the group got themselves killed some way or another. Except for Giga, who killed himself a lot of rednecks and got shot and stabbed a fucking lot in the process. And then, well, the Coyotes rolled on up to the rednecks compound, and there was just Giga, all fucking bleeding by his lonesome like some dog without a fucking owner and about ready to expire. Of course, Giga wasn't about to go down fucking quietly, so a couple of Coyotes got themselves gutted when they got too fucking close to Giga. But then Big Tim saw something worth salvaging in Giga, so they got him patched up and on his feet again and man you never seen someone so happy to be fucking alive and in the Coyotes.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle: </span></strong> A HMMWV, up-armoured, with an M2 turret on top. <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Vehicle Image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/763/50calhummer.jpg)<br/>Imagine some battle damaged, general Post Apocalyptic grittiness, and a few instances of bolted/welded on improvised armour to give it that appropriate feel.</div></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons: </span></strong> Giga has a LOT of things to fuck someone up, son. He's got a machete, a stop sign whose sides've been sharpened so it's kind of like an axe, a lead pipe with razor wire wrapped all around one end, a bowie knife, an M1911 pistol (it has an LED taclight on it), and two M240B medium machine guns (P.S. Giga sometimes dual wields them . . . Giga makes bad decisions). Giga's also not too bad at just using his hands and wrestling, and while there's some technique, it's all self-taught and you can see he mostly relies on his long reach and absurd strength.<br/><br/>He's also got an M32 grenade launcher . . . but no grenades for it. But you never know!<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> Bathroom stuff, gore, vore, being penetrated, excessive blood, snuff.</div></div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Captives</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mika Kiruma</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image: </span></strong> (http://data.whicdn.com/images/8199080/sexy-asians-52_large.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Mika Kiruma<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Tattoo on the small of her back of a rose, piercings on her bellybutton and tongue.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Bisexual (Any encounters)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> She is a shy girl, she often doesn't talk to strangers and even more to the people that captured her. She welcomes any conversation that has nothing to do with her being a captive to these people, good intelligent conversations she always welcome. She is often times alone and humming to herself not wanting to bother anybody around her.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Ever since he fallout she has been trying to survive on her own, she knew that being alone presented risks but also opportunities. At first she made it good, going form city to city trying to take on whatever she could find. She focused on getting supplies while on the road and hiding from potential risks. She wasn't much of a fighter reason why she always tried to not go into a fight with anybody. Surviving only by running and hiding she made her life and she lived it as best as she could. However one day things changed for the worst. <br/><br/>She got captured while sleeping, she made the mistake of not hiding herself well enough and got easily taken and her supplies were stolen from her. Ever since that day she was forced to travel with the bad of criminals. She hated her life, being reduced to nothing but a slave. She had to eat the things they offered her which a lot of times she went on days without a single bite to eat. She hated her life and she saw no way out from it, it was either die or stay and suffer with these people. She tried to kill herself a couple of times already but always she was denied out of that.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Captured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner</span></strong>: N/A<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> gore, vore, bestiality.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Veronica 'V' Charboneau</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/1Qbqn.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> Veronica "V" Charboneau<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 24<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details:</span></strong> Has a tattoo on her right breast of the caduceus.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality:</span></strong> Bisexual with a strong leaning towards girls (prefers f/f, but not averse in the strictest sense to m/f)<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong> V was at one time about as idealistic and cheerful as a girl could be in the badlands, but after the attack and her subsequent flight, she has become more withdrawn and cynical. Now and then though, through the mask of snarky humor, deflected questions, and occasional bitchiness, that idealism can poke through.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio:</span></strong> The daughter of a New York City doctor, Veronica (or V, as she prefers) is just old enough to remember when the bombs fell. She and her parents fled southwest, headed for Midwestern states. They eventually settled down in a small town in southern Ohio, where her father made a living as the town doctor. While there, she learned her father's trade, as well as how to shoot a pistol; considering the raider attacks now and then, most everyone in the town was packing something, whether it was a kitchen knife or a high-caliber hunting rifle.<br/><br/>About five months after her 19th birthday, a large raider force attacked the town. During the ensuing battle, her mother was raped and killed, and her father was shot three times in the chest, while V hid out of sight. When she tried to treat her father's wounds, he shook his head, told her to be a good girl, and died shortly afterward. Distraught at this, V hid outside of the town while the raiders burned what was left of the place to the ground.<br/><br/>She managed to hitch passage further west with a vigilante motorcycle club hunting raiders. During this time, she generally traded favors of the medical or sometimes sexual variety so that the bikers wouldn't drop her in some ass-end-of-nowhere village. Once she figured she was far enough from that little Ohio town, she told the club's president that she was leaving. As a parting gift, he had the club's tattoo artist give her the tattoo on her breast, and told her her, "Well, if nothing else, it may keep you alive rather than dead out here."<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Uncaptured<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner:</span></strong> n/A<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits:</span></strong> Death, vore, bathroom play</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Korryn Laine</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i45.tinypic.com/10xhhxz.jpg])</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong>Korryn Laine<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> A series of dark scars over her shoulder blades and back. Some whiteish and raised, others dark and skin level. Some even looking as though she had been burned at some point in time.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality:</span></strong>Open<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong>If theres one thing her father taught her, it's that no one can be trusted. Even the people in your group can't be trusted, because eventually, you're going to have something they want, and if they can't get it from you nicely, they'll find another way.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio:</span></strong>Korryn was some of the lucky ones. But narrowly. As the combs where dropping, she was being born deep underground, in a bunker that her father had bought years before her birth. He had been high up in the government for the united states, and he understood better than anyone the inevitability of a disaster of some sort happening. Not only were they lucky to have that bunker, but they were lucky that he had spent years upon years stocking it with things they would need to last a life time. Food, water, clothes, weapons, booze. Anything that could be used as currency, support them, and his drinking problem, they had. <br/><br/>For a time, things were quiet. Until people began to find the entrance to the bunker. It wasn't bad at first. Desperate families who just need some food and water. The people who were of use were allowed to stay. Before long, things were seemingly thriving. Everyone had a place, and everyone was, for the most part, healthy. But that didn't last long. Eventually, if you want to survive, you need to befriend gangs. So thats what her father did. He supplied them with food, weapons, water, even shared a drink with them every so often. Sometimes he shared his wife... and his daughter. <em>Never trust anyone, Korryn</em>. Even her own father. When her father got really drunk, sometimes he liked to take out some unsettled rage. He did that in the form of beating his family. His favorite thing was to heat up old wire hangs, force Korryn to take of her shirt, and whip her with it. Or he'd get creative and find other things, whether it was a thick leather belt, or holding a hot pan to her back. Karma has a way of kicking you in the ass, though.<br/><br/>Her father died of a heart attack not soon after she left the bunker. Unfortunately, her withdrawn, nearly catatonic mother passed months before he did. It was probably an unwise decision to leave the saftey of the bunker, but it would only be so long before a gang came along and overran it. She packed a couple bags full of supplies. Food, clothes, a few knifes, glasses (of course), and a gun with ammo. It wasn't until she had been out on her own for nearly a week that she had no clue what she was going to do. Sure, her father had taught her how to deal with thugs, but he hadn't taught her how to survive above ground.<br/><br/>She had learned to remain quiet over the years. Not out of fear or obedience, but observation. She could read people like a book; or at least most people. If the time came where a gang tried to take her, she couldn't go down without a fight.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Not yet captured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner</span></strong>: Communal<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong>Scat, removal of limbs, animals. Everything else is fine.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Noah Peterson</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image: (http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj307/tylercook777/005.jpg)</span></strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Noah Peterson<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 19<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Both nipples pierced, right eyebrow pierced, distinctive Rorschach tattoo on back.  <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Gay, but will have sex with women if it increases his chance of living.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Very calm and quiet despite his situation. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Noah, the child of two doctors was born in the depths of the vast underground away from the harsh land above ground. For as long as he could remember Noah was being taught by both of his parents how to diagnose and treat the other members of their group. The three of them were the only doctors out of the fifty or so survivors that were holed up underground, cramped in tight living quarters. It seemed like everyday someone else was sick. Usually it was just minor radiation poisoning, something they really didn't have a cure for, but they did their best to make everyone as comfortable and healthy as they could underground. <br/><br/>However, it wasn't long before they started to run out of their supplies and they had to start sending people above ground to go get food, water and medical supplies. Noah didn't go above ground until he was around thirteen years old. That's when his father taught him how to shoot a bow, wield a knife properly, and most importantly, how to sneak around without getting caught. After several successful trips above ground, Noah was starting to get good at shooting and even better at hand-to-hand combat with a knife. <br/><br/>By the time Noah was sixteen he had lost his father to a raider attack (one he barely escaped alive) and his mother to an unknown illness he couldn't diagnose at the time. He was the only medic left in the dwindling group, so he became the leader. A young, charismatic male that took upon the very look many feared. An elaborate Rorschach tattoo on his back along with two nipple piercings and an eyebrow piercing. Noah did not fear the raiders. In fact every time he went above ground, he tried his hardest to kill as many of them as he could. Later on he would realize that was a dumb idea. <br/><br/>Though a charismatic leader, at the age of 18 Noah's arrogance would eventually get them all killed. Without realizing it he led a group of raiders to his underground dwelling, resulting in his capture and the killing of everyone else he had grown up with and learned to love. All of the men, women and children slaughtered in front of his eyes. Now haunted with the memories of death at his own hands, Noah obediently travels with the raiders as a captive, letting his body be used for sexual purposes or a punching bag if need be. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Already captured.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner</span></strong>: Communal.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> Scat, Piss play, vore, beasteality</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Maria Quinn Smith</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Image: </span></strong>(http://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz109/drputrido/Hot-Redhead-Sexy-Girls-Collection-1res.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Maria Quinn Smith<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong>20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> Maria has a number of freckles that run down her spine. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character's Sexuality: </span></strong> Heterosexual.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Maria is a painfully shy young woman. It tends to seems like a cat has her tongue, though it dose seem like she would like to say something she just cannot find it in her to vocalize her thoughts. She likes to offer a kind, sweet smile rather then words to those she meets.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Maria dose not really know who her parents are, she thought for a long time that her mother had died in child birth and that Ajax the man who raised her had been her Father. She learned on his death bed that was not the case though. Ajax had been traveling with Maria's parents and a few others. One day when he had been out trying to find food their camp had been attacked. Ajax had watched hidden in some bushes as the women had been taken and the men killed. He had found Maria after that hidden under her parent's bed. She had never been so angry in her life. She called him many things, pathetic, a coward, she did not listen when he tried to explain that there had been too many raiders for him to try save the group.<br/><br/>After the death of Ajax Maria left the small town she had called home for her whole life. She could not stay there, her life there had been a lie. A life of being quiet and shy, avoiding confrontation had left a lot of anger in her heart and she let it be aimed at Ajax. She learned rather quickly that leaving had been a mistake. A week on her own and she was already regretting her choice, she was low on food and water and the town she was coming up on did not feel all that friendly.<br/><br/>She may have seen what Ajax had done as cowardly, though he was simply looking out for what had been most important in his life. At the time it had been himself, when he found Maria though she became what was most important to him, he protected her from the harshness that was the world now. He had taken care of her and made sure she was safe. With him gone and her all alone she would quickly see the world without the rose colored glasses that she had seen the world with before.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Not yet taken.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner</span></strong>: N/a<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player's Limits: </span></strong> Death, vore, heavy gore, and bathroom play.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kriss</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://wallpaper.pickywallpapers.com/nokia-n8/auto-assault-girl.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name:</span></strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong>Kriss the She-Wolf</strong></span><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age:</span></strong> 26<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details:</span></strong> She has a few battle scars, but nothing too obvious.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality:</span></strong> Since she has been raped at age 18, Kriss is frigid and has never had any interest in sex whatsoever.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality:</span></strong> She is defiant and aggressive. She has learned the hard way that trust is something too precious to be granted easily.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio:</span></strong><br/>Kriss was one of the most skilled scouts of the Black Eagles raider gang. Fast and cunning, she was usually relying on stealth and speed to avoid danger, but she could also be a skilled warrior in case of need, using an old bicycle chain as whip to lash her opponents. She was accustomed to roam the streets, looking for canned food store and other useful goods, which her companions would then scavenger and bring back to their fort.<br/><br/>After being gang-banged at age 18, she became defiant of everybody, even among her own gang. She was lonely and preferred to act alone. Still, her beauty attracted every man's lust. The women of the gang did not like her because they saw her as a rival with their men, and the men did not like her because she was so aggressive and rough when she turned them down. Still, they all respected her for her skills.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Not yet captured. As the story begins, her bike engine has broken down in the middle of the <em>&lt;insert proper place&gt;</em> that the Coyotes are about to raid. She is busy trying to repair it.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner:</span></strong> None, and she will never have one. She is too rebellious to submit to anybody.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Vehicle:</span></strong> A boosted Japanese bike, black, trimmed for speed.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Weapons:</span></strong> Close combat: bike chain used like a whip and long knife. Distance fight: A crossbow<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits:</span></strong> I do NOT want her pleasured or sexually teased, or feel any form of pleasure whatsoever. No sex with animals or children. Everything else is welcome, even the filthiest and most disgusting (not mandatory though). Brutality, bondage and humiliation are a must.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sara Flynn</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Name: </span></strong> Sara Flynn<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Age: </span></strong> 24<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Physical Details: </span></strong> She always smells of cooking fires: Char and smoke<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Character’s Sexuality: </span></strong> Hetero. <br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Personality: </span></strong> Sara is a ghost among the raiders - and with good reason. Her thinly veiled disgust for her hosts is perceivable in the briefest of glances from her large calculating brown eyes. Too smart, too willed, and too interdependently minded for her own good, she remains tucked into supply loads or behind well-stoked cooking fires drawing as little attention as humanly possible. Her seething spite for the gang is fueled in part by her deep sense of altruism, and the belief her skills could be put to infinitely better at any given encampment her neanderthal hosts happen to tear through. Sara is a woman of science whom has wholly devoted herself to mapping  the region as well as designing and implementing solutions for stable agriculture and water sourcing. While lacking in any combat training, she is perhaps the most adept individual in the desert at making the offerings of the scared earth palatable. <br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bio: </span></strong> Sara's parents were remarkable people - though she barely remembers them. They, along with the majority NASA headquarters, were lost when the bombs fell. Both were undergoing training for what would have been the first flight of married astronauts since NASA banned wed couples nearly a decade prior. The Mars mission demanded both their talents and so Sara and her big brother Devon were sent to stay with their grandparents out west for the final stretches of their training. <br/><br/>Her grandparents managed to maintain some semblance of a normal life for the children on their remote farm with the aid of a few aunts and uncles. There were chores, classwork, and time for play. As the two aged, they were taught the finer points of farming, and how to carve a respectable harvest from a dust-patch. Sara rose to the status of matriarch in the group, respected for her intellect willfulness. It seemed as if their little oasis was destined to escape the violence that had consumed the surrounding areas, but their delicate peace was sundered by the arrival of well-armed outsiders.  <br/><br/>As the gang dragged away Sara in a breathless terror stricken panic, her titan-sized brother stumbled forward and pledged his loyalty and service to the group so long as they didn't harm... his wife. Devon had never been known for his intellectual fortitude, but even in that most desperate of moments he reasoned the best way to stop her captors from laying a sexual claim to his sister was to feign she belonged to him in that way. Regardless of the necessity of the lie, the two have been living together as husband and wife even since (while never consummating the marriage, of course). An escape plan many months in the making ways days away from coming to fruition when, after a raid, her brother went missing. It is assumed he merely got separated from the gang and will return at any given moment, but until then, Sara simply has to hope the gang's loyalties to her brother "husband" will hold.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Status:</span></strong> Captured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Owner</span></strong>: Devon, her brother has "claimed" her in offering his protection, but he has recently gone missing.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Player’s Limits: </span></strong> No watersports, feces, scat, or cannibalism. While I am up for anything, I am definitely happy to pair up with people who might be looking for milder writing</div></div></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Seating Chart</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Big Tim's Gran Torino</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1</span> Big Tim<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2</span> Korryn<br/><strong>Dom's Bus</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1</span> Dom<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2</span> Noah<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 3</span> Sara<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 4</span> Veronica<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 5</span> Twitch<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 6</span> Tucker<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 7</span> Lilly<br/><strong>Ricky's Bike</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1</span> Ricky<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2</span><br/><strong>Steve's Car</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1</span> Steve<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2</span> Kriss<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 3</span><br/><strong>Warren's Ambulance</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1</span> Warren<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2</span> Matt<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 3</span> Carl<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 4</span> <br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 5</span><br/><strong>Giga's Humvee</strong><br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 1[u/] Giga<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 2[u/] Maria<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 3[u/] Chris(Gunner's Seat)<br/><span class="bbc_u">Seat 4[u/]<br/> <br/></span></span></span></span></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">First Town Map</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/2075/raiderattack1.png)</div></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Raider Camp Details</div><div class="spoiler_body">The following will be a list of each character's 'area' on any average day of the gang being camped in one place. It is meant to give everyone an easy way to find and see just what each person's living arrangements are like.<br/><br/>Here's the format for each entry. It's not mandatory for you to make an entry for your character, but it is fun ;D<br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Image[/b](Optional)<br/>[b]Description[/b] What does it look like? how big is it? etc.<br/>[b]Special Notes/Details[/b] What unique things might be found strew about the place what is anything special of note?<br/></code></pre><br/></div></div>