<strong>Real Name</strong>Elvi<br/>Character name: Zed<br/>Location in City: Hostel in the east end of the town<br/>Description of your character:<br/>Zed left home at thirteen tired of an alchaholic mother and abusive father, having nowhere to go, she took to the streets and apart from a short time in prison, sentenced for drug offences, she has been there ever since.<br/>She enjoys the freedom it gives her, being able to move around and leave a place any time she wishes, her only constant companion, her dog.<br/>Now, at the age of 20, she has a wealth of knowledge behind her and can deal with almost any situation that she finds herself in.<br/>Description of the building or place they are in:<br/>St. Catherine's Hostel for homeless women, a small hostel that holds about 14 in four large bedrooms.<br/>Communal bathroom, living room and dining room. Kitchen and staff office.<br/>Zed was allowed to keep her dog with her, but he had to sleep in the yard overnight.<br/>A list of their basic skills:<br/>Is very street wise:<br/>Knows every doss house and warm place to sleep in the city. Where to get food, the best soup kitchens and what days the supermarkets put their out of date food in skips.<br/>Where to get medical attention, the times and days that the clinics run<br/>Where deffinately not to go (gang dens etc), places where the police will move you on.<br/><br/>Breaking and entering.<br/><br/>Can hot wire a vehical.<br/><br/>Has little formal education, but can read and write and is up to date on 'world' politics.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>Caustic<br/>Character name: Marlowe<br/><br/>Location in City: Bunker under former St. Jude's Church and Mission, partially destroyed by fire and abandoned/condemned in 1994.<br/><br/>Description of your character: Marlowe is an underground anarchist and survivalist who believes that God is busy fucking around with everyone.  He is 26, spends his days studying, training, and planning.  He works nights at the docks, loading freight part-time.  He has the build of a cruiserweight boxer, rugged good-looks-- touched up by healed nose breaks, eye-cut scars, and the occasional knife or chain wound--, short, buzz-cut brown hair, and a few days' worth of beard.<br/><br/>Description of the building or place they are in:  St. Judes was once a stunning example of turn-of-the-century architecture.  After the industrial district in which it was located shut down, it began to struggle for donations and, thus, became a haven for crime and vagrancy... no one much cared when it was ravaged by fire, and now it's a half-burned husk of a building.  Marlowe is in a makeshift bunker beneath the church, where he's been holed up with shotgun shells, canned food, bottled water, and books... lots of books.<br/><br/>A list of their basic skills:<br/>Advanced: Engine repair, drive, machine and heavy construction equipment operation (construction and dock experience and vocational education).<br/>Literature (reads heavily and studies philosophy and political theory).<br/>Physical combat... boxing, dirty fighting, improvised weaponry (history on the streets, illegal underground prizefights, and a brief, failed military career).<br/>Basic electrician skills, some plumbing and carpentry knowledge.<br/>Basic city knowledge, including tube and highway.<br/>Street knowledge: illegal substances and materials.<br/>Chemistry: posesses a copy of the Anarchist's Black Book, 1994 edition, and is capable of mixing some viscious cocktails from common household items.<br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>Celestial Goblin<br/>Martin Boyle, age 21, journalism student and a geek.<br/>Looks:Average built, slightly on the beefy side. Blonde hair of medium-length, goatee beard, green eyes.<br/>Background:Studies to be a journalist, but is very much a slacker distracted by many of his obscure hobbies. He's into roleplaying games, occult, amatuer movie-making and photography.<br/>He chose to study media stuff just so he could some day make documentaries about all the weird stuff he likes.<br/><br/>Location in city:University campus.<br/>Building:Library building where he and two friends are considering playing D&D while they were supposed to be studying. The friends are a plump guy in glasses and a short guy with long hair. All three are playing in the most secluded room, sorrounded by shelves of books.<br/><br/>Skills possesed:<br/>occult & mythology trivia<br/>photography and camera use<br/>repairing electronic equipment<br/>two months of kung-fu training<br/>half a year of SCA swordsmanship training<br/>knowledge of the city, including clubs and many weird and curious places.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>Lirliel<br/>Character name : Marsha<br/>A 30 something wife, homemaker, brings no money into the house but has to take care of two little tikes. Her husband owns his own Transportation company, everything is all good and nice. On the outside, but on the inside she's miserable, feeling decrepit because of her Husband's constant abuse. Both physical and mentally, however it has made her strong in mind. Able to handle most situations, normally soft spoken and shy she can be of strong willingness when she devotes herself to something.<br/><br/>t's a standard house, just one of those houses you see in every town, city, rural community. Grey concrete walls, black roofs, small gardens in front. A larger one in the back. The garden out back has three large trees, all matching the size of the house. Around each one a small rose-patch is growing, a pond has also been dug out. Several fish swimming around.<br/><br/>The front of the garden has a small hedge, trimmed neatly. The rest is grass.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Real Name</strong>Insaniac The Maniac<br/>Character name: Michael O'Malley<br/><br/>Location in City: A local bar called Lucky Clover<br/><br/>Description of your character: A rather well set man, packing a couple pounds around the waist but none so much to make him obese. He wears a pair of plain black slacks with a brown belt around them, and a long sleeved dark blue shirt. Overtop he wears a dark red vest that is open at all times. He wears a pair of rimless glasses with a black frame, and tends to keep his hair spiked and shortened. He has a small tuff of hair running along his chin to his bottom lip. As for shoes, he prefers regular white runners with blue and red trims.<br/><br/>He runs the local bar, Lucky Cover, which was a name he came up with while drunk and thinking he still sober enough to plan his bar name. He isn't really British, rather he moved in at an earlier date from Ireland, after a career of a boxer wound up with him getting beat nearly to death by a group of thugs. While much of his accent has disappeared, when he gets angry it tends to show up in full force. He has a degree of anger management issue, and tends to get even more edgy when slightly tanked. As a hobby, he likes to collect knives of varying types, and while he has never really used them against someone, he has become adept at throwing them accurately. Albeit it, not so accurately that he may be any good with them. He's not above, however, using a chair as a bludgeoning weapon to get a point across.<br/><br/>Description of the building or place they are in: The Lucky Clover is the basic bar that a person could run. Counter runs from the middle the side wall to the end of the far wall, with stools lined up along it. Several taps rest on the bartender’s side of the counter. A pool table rests to one side of the room while several booths and tables fill in the rest. To the far corner is a jukebox machine that only plays ABBA songs, and sometimes just starts playing them at random.<br/><br/>A list of their basic skills:<br/>High tolerance to Alcohol though he tends to go past his limit.<br/>Improvised weaponry: Chairs, pool sticks, beer bottles, and often otherwise.<br/>Moderate hand to hand combat: Spent a while as a boxer, so he knows his way around with his fists. Not that he's really any good though.<br/>Sass mouth<br/>Knife combat: Untested combat skills, mostly done against a wooden post or a wall, and Semi-tested throwing skills, against walls, stray cats, and dart boards.<br/>Concoction mixing: Not so important, but he's also picked up the fine art of Molotov creations during his times as a bar owner.<br/>