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Your Role:
You are part of a brand spankin new transporter company. Your employer has hired you and seven others to transport both goods and people between the three cities as well as small contracts to deliver goods to outlying towns and villages. Your convoy is comprised of four armed and armored vehicles that your employer found and modified. Each vehicle holds a Driver and a Gunner, as well as sleeping space for both of them. In each city, your employer has set up a small CP where you can re-arm and refresh yourself. He has promised that you will find adequate amounts of ammo for your personal weapons as well as the crew served weapons attached to each vehicle. Due to the dangerous nature of your job, your employer has made a deal with the governments of each city. Aside from the routine searches they perform on each vehicle, you and your comrades may carry weapons of your choice, though you are limited to one ranged weapon and one melee weapon. He provides any weapon you wish. Be warned: Sometimes your employer might strike a deal with certain people to perform odd jobs. Odd jobs that require a lot of lead being fired downrange.
You control both Gunner and Driver of your vehicle. They do not have to come from the same city, but they have to at least like each other. They can be family, significant others, friends, or complete strangers. They can be both genders or same. It does not matter to me. You and your partner choose the callsign of your vehicle. The driver however, is the person in charge of the vehicle.
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The Landscape and Its Peoples:
Angel Highway: The only paved road in all the land, Angel Highway begins at the gates of the most southern city, passes through the middle, and ends at the northern-most city. The road is full of potholes and is missing in some places, as no one is brave enough to keep it maintained.
Namiro: A vast desert in the southern portion of the continent, from the Yucatan Peninsula, to the Great Plains. The Namirans take after the Old West with a mixture of Arabia, wearing ponchos, turbans, ten-gallon hats, robes, the works. Small villages along the main Highway resemble old western towns with domes and minarets. The temperature can rise to almost 125 at noon.
Godav City: The one exception to the architecture is Godav City, the massive industrial city near what was once El Paso, Texas. The largest city in North America, the government runs the city with an iron fist, exerting almost totalitarian control over the population in an effort to maintain peace and security. The city is also considered the most dangerous, with violent gangs running rampant, hunger commonplace, and people living in poverty. The sky is almost completely covered by the smog and pollution from the city’s industrial might. The people that live there however, prefer the Godav leadership to living in constant fear and danger outside the city gates. The Godavians are the most technologically advanced, having rediscovered steam power and creates their own firearms, though they pale in comparison to the weapons used in the Final War. The city boasts the only subway system in the world, though it is mysteriously closed off, with no one but the government knowing why.
Greenwich: In the Great Plains, stretching from the Appalachian Mountains to the Rockies, is a lush temperate forest, where the Greenwichers live as the Native Americans once did, from culture to weapons. Trees shoot up hundreds of feet into the sky, the main highway in almost constant darkness. The trees can grow to over a thousand feet and can be hundreds of feet thick.
Nadher: High in the trees rests Nadher, a city where the people live safe above the ground, bridges stretching between trees, where buildings sit on walkways or carved into the trees themselves. The government is council-based, the people following the rules set down by the council without question. Laid-back and very friendly, Nadher is the only city where a stranger is greeted with open arms, though watched from the shadows.
Saint North: In what was once the country of Canada, a massive frozen tundra stretches across the landscape with harsh summers and lethal winters. The people are very rugged and stubborn, resembling the Vikings of old in almost every way, from culture to weaponry, going as far as to call themselves the Norse. Here, the highway is extremely treacherous and in the winter, can become completely covered in snow.
Haven: A city boldly giving the climate the finger, Haven is by far the most famous city in North America. Most buildings are made from stone and tend to be long, encompassing entire generations of a family. The Havenites are a mainly patriarchal society, where every man from 16 to 60 fights in defense of their city, as dying in battle is the greatest honor a man could be given. Women tend to run the household, their power giving even a man pause. The society may be Patriarchal and be run by a King, but women hold the true power in the walls of the city.
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The Dangers of North America:
Namiro: Namiro is home to the Sand People and the Zombies. The Sand People are nomads that ride ATVs and are armed with an assortment of old Final War rifles. The Sand People are fond of ambushes, most of them beginning with a roadside bomb. Their main goal is simply chaos. Rape, pillage, and murder are their favorite pastimes. The Zombies are named unimaginatively, as they are cannibalistic mutated humans. Unlike the Zombies of stories, they are fast and intelligent, using superior numbers and ambush tactics to overwhelm their prey. Luckily, a Zombie bite will not turn you into one of them. And headshots are not required. But be warned: Zombies know how to use guns.
Greenwich: No forest is complete without Bears and Wolves. But these bears and wolves are not the kind that started here. Bears have mutated into Neo-Bears, lumbering hulks that could benchpress a tank. They are the primary threat to Nadher, as they can climb trees as easily as the Nadheranders can run. Feeding on anything they can get their hands on, Neo-Bears are tough and hard to kill, their brains so simple they sometimes can’t even feel pain. Neo-Wolves are social predators that hunt in packs and can think faster than any human. Having developed their own language as well as opposable thumbs, Neo-Wolves have been known to fashion crude spears and traps, human flesh being their food of choice. Their senses are very keen, able to smell their prey from almost a mile away.
Saint North: Yeti are no longer myths. Standing 12 feet tall and made of pure muscle and fur, Yeti can decapitate a man with a single blow, it’s six inch claws capable of tearing through sheet metal. Like most mutants, Yeti love the taste of human flesh. Unlike most mutants though, humans find Yeti meat a delicacy, sometimes holding contests to take them down. A Yeti is not an easy kill for a Norseman, but every now and then, a Norseman comes home victorious, dragging a Yeti behind him. The biggest threat in Saint North are the Wraiths, the deadliest and most feared creature in North America. Their bodies almost transparent, Wraiths use the snow and darkness to hunt, playing on the human fear of ghosts to scare their prey into making mistakes. Wraiths are slender and wispy, turning the innards of their prey into liquid while still alive, then sucking it out through their proboscis. Though they mainly hunt in Saint North, they sometimes travel south in Greenwich. Even the immensely stupid Neo-Bear will run from a Wraith, though a Wraith is hard to spot until it is almost upon you.
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Lord Redtail Rathan ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░ Full Name: Edon Jhonsson Nickname: Thor Age: 29 Height: 6'2 Weight: 280 Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Glacial Blue Build: Very muscular, as a good Viking should be. Example. Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: None. Personality: Quick-witted, a little sexist, and quick to jump into battle, though knows when it's acceptable to retreat. Relationship Status: Single Personal Skills: Great strength and endurance, hardy, and is a very good hunter-trapper. He can hunt and cook like all his people.
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Haven Philosophy: "The strongest warrior in the world is the one who can win a fight without ever drawing his weapon." Weapons: Steel claymore and a sawed-off, double-barrel shotgun. TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Shotgun: Hangs at his right hip. TABTAB• Claymore: Strapped to his back, handle to the right. Standard Pack: Rounds for the shotgun, rope, a bear trap, kindling, flint, and a sharpening stone. Loyality: His family and the city of Haven. What do you do on your vehicle?: Gunner.
○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: Tala Jhonswife. Keeps the family home ready for Edon's return. • Father: Jhon Oxsson. Old and frail, ready to die. • Siblings: Younger brother. Wulfgar Jhonsson. Idolizes his brother. History: Born to a rather poor family, Edon vowed to elevate his family be becoming a Hersir. Unfortunately, he lacks the monetary means to achieve that goal. That all change when he joined up with a transportation group that promised riches. Perhaps now he could give his family a better life... Traumas: Dying before he can take his father's place and make children of his own. Afraid of the dark. Can't swim.
------------------------------------------------------- ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░ Full Name: Michael Davis Nickname: Kemosabe. Age: 27 Height: 59 Weight: 180 Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Build: Lean. Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: Scar on his right cheek, though he hides it with his beard. Personality: Quiet and will fight dirty and shoot first, if required by his own self-defined sense of justice. Although he tends to look for ways to benefit himself, he has, in a few cases, aided others if he feels an obligation to, such as freeing a person held captive or comforting a dying soldier. But he has a soft spot for women, and will jump to a woman's defense in a split second. Relationship Status: Single Personal Skills: Mechanical.
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Weston, a small town roughly 25 miles due east of Godav. Philosophy: "When the man with a 45 meets the man with a rifle, you say the man with a pistol is a dead man. Let's see if it's true." Weapons: Colt Peacemaker .45 LC, with diamondback rattlesnake grips and a rather large Bowie knife. TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Colt: Right hip. TABTAB• Knife: Left hip. Standard Pack: Bullets, salted jerky and water. Loyality: They fluctuate. His only solid loyalties are to himself. What do you do on your vehicle?: Driver.
○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: Deceased • Father: Deceased • Siblings: Sister was kidnapped by Sand People years ago. Has been considered dead. History: Michael was born to an engineer who was proud to teach him everything he knew about his craft. Though a tragic accident robbed him of his fater. His mother drowned her sorrow in alcohol, dying of alcohol poisoning, leaving him to care for his sister. Though the Sand people robbed him of that as well. He became the town drunkard, waving his flintlock at random people who pitied him more than fearned him. But his chance came when someone offered him a spot on a transportation crew. Sobering up and leaving his hometown far behind, Michael learned to drive quick, providing maintenance to his truck. Traumas: The Sand People kidnapping someone in his crew. He is afraid of the dark, cannot swim, and hates spiders with a passion, going as far as to shoot at them with his 45.▌▬♦Truck Information♦▬▐ Truck: RG-33 Mounted Weapons: A Browning M2 .50 Caliber heavy machine gun and an M240-B Machine Gun. Callsign: Storm Gas or Diesel: Diesel. ------------------------------ ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░
Full Name: Raphael Nickname: Murdock Age: 56 Height: 5'5 Weight: 155 Hair Color: Grey Eye Color: Green Build: Kind of fat around the mid-section. One can tell he used to be fit, but that was in the past. Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: Body is covered with random scars from his old life. Personality: Withdrawn, reculsive. Speaks his mind, consequences be damned. Sometimes he'll take a while before he responds. Relationship Status: Unknown. Personal Skills: "I cin drive an I cin fight. What more do ya need ta know?"
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Godav City Philosophy: "Ain't no man alive today that ain't needed help." Weapons: 12-gauge shotgun and an old Godav Army Sergeant's Blade. TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Shotgun: Normally mounted above the windshield. Or cradled in his hands. TABTAB• Saber: Right hip. He's a leftie. Standard Pack: Extra rounds, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter. Loyality: None really. What do you do on your vehicle?: Drives a cargo truck.
○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: Deceased. • Father: Deceased. • Siblings: Deceased. History: All people really know is he was a Sergeant in the Godav Army, which was really a fancy title for a legal gang. he used to idolize the virtues the Army stated, but they were all hypocrites. his youthful ideals are gone. After everything he saw the Army do, he's grown tired of life. If you ask him about his past, he'll simply tell you "Tha past is tha past and no one cin change it. So whaddaya botherin me for?" Traumas: Not many really. He's ready to die.
▌▬♦Truck Information♦▬▐ Truck: Either a PLS or a HET, depends on what he's hauling. Callsign: Heavy Gas or Diesel: Diesel.
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CrazeeMoofin ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░ ![User Image](https://i716.photobucket.com/albums/ww167/athena321/Pocahontas_by_rinoatilmitt.jpg) Full Name: Jaci Maka Nickname: None Age: 25 Height: 5' 8 Weight: 186 Hair Color: Redish brown Eye Color: Golden Build: Athletic Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: On her left arm marks a birthmark of what almost looks like a skull. Some think its a tattoo. Personality: Tough, strong willed, slightly mischievous, caring Relationship Status: Single Personal Skills: Can climb fast and swiftly, can make simple weapons like spears/arrows and hunt.
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Greenwich Philosophy: "One who thinks he is better than others, is one who will die alone." Weapons: Dagger and bow and arrow TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Arrows are strapped on her back, while her bow loops around her left arm. TABTAB• Dagger is strapped onto her right hip. Standard Pack: Arrows, sharpening stone, rope, water Loyality: Her tribe. What do you do on your vehicle?: Driver
○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: A wise, older woman that does spiritual ceremonies and can make almost anything out of materials from the earth and animals. • Father: Deceased • Siblings: An older brother who is the new chief of his tribe. History: Jaci was born to the chief and his wife on a full mooned night in a small village called Rase, about 6 miles to the west of Nadher. Her mother taught her the values of the earth while her father taught her the importance of hunting. Unfortunately, during a hunting trip, her father was killed by a Neo-Bear that ambushed and killed the whole hunting group; about 6 members. Her mother was crushed and turned to more spiritual ceremonies, trying to communicate with her deceased husband. Jaci's older brother, Kai, took over the position of their father. Jaci felt like she needed to show herself to her tribe and father, so she set off to join a transporting group, even though she wasn't as smart with such technology. Traumas: Dying without showing herself worthy, Neo-Bears killing someone close to her. She is afraid of being alone and failing.
▌▬♦Truck Information♦▬▐ Truck: BAM! Mounted Weapons: Mk 19 Callsign: Sorrow Gas or Diesel: Diesel
-------------------------- ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░ ![User Image](https://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu354/D4rthkitty/00Rp.jpg) Full Name: Jared Storms Nickname: None Age: 22 Height: 5' 10 Weight: 200 Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black Build: Muscular Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: From below his chest, up to his face is a scar of a severe burn mark. Personality: Acts tough but is actually wimpy, softy but tries not to show it, tries his hardest to fit in. Relationship Status: Single Personal Skills: Good with technology and almost any kind of weapon.
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Godav City Philosophy: "Loneliness is one step closer to death." Weapons: Beretta 92 and machete TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Beretta 92 in holster on his right hip. TABTAB• Machete strapped on his left hip. Standard Pack: Ammo for his pistol, medical supplies Loyality: Friends. What do you do on your vehicle?: Gunner.
○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: Deceased • Father: Deceased • Siblings: None History: Jared was an only child born to a poor family who lived in a run down part of Godav City. When he was about 5 years old, a gang came in and rampaged his house, killing his parents in the process. The gang took him in and raised him to do their biddings. From stealing to distractions, Jared did whatever they told him to do, even though he wasn't gang material. One day, when he was 20, his gang set fire to an old store that still had Jared and a few other people inside. Jared was lucky enough to escape, but was badly burned and later fled to get medical attention. He survived, but was forever scarred with the burn marks of his past. He roamed the streets for 2 years as a homeless, scavenging for anything to help him. When he heard a transportation group was hiring, he was only too eager to join. Traumas: Burning to death. Scared of thunder, heights, dolls and snakes. -------------------------
Zahzi ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░ ![User Image](https://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff187/ZazzitheGrim/ms23vj4-1.jpg) Full Name: Deschain O'Keer. Nickname: Irish. Age: 26. Height: 5'9''. Weight: 185lbs. Hair Color: Red/Orange. Eye Color: Green. Build: Lean. Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: A Birthmark underneath the the hair on the backof his head. Personality: Almost always lively and good-humored. 'Almost', because of someone chips his vehicle, be will run their a** over. Probabally backing over thein spite... Otherwise, a very nice person to be around. Relationship Status: Single; Currently 'Working' with his gunner. Personal Skills: A great driver and cook. ╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡ Place of Origin: Godav City. Philosophy: "Life without Alcohol is hell. Or just hellish if you have people sufferin' with you." Weapons: Desert Eagle Pistol and a Combat Knife. TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB• Desert Eagle on his left hip. TABTAB• Knife on his right side. Standard Pack: Rounds for the Desert Eagle; Alcohol; Grenade. Loyality: To his vehicle and his friends. What do you do on your vehicle?: I DRIVE IT! ○◙♥Background♥◙○ Family History: Family Members • Mother: Tandi O'Keer. • Father: Moriarty O'Keer. • Siblings: None. History: Deschain was born and raised in Godav City, around many others, he began to feel accustomed to always being with at least one person. His life was not hard, but it was not easy, either. He worked in delivery as a small child, and has used his experience with vehicles to make a job like his new one ever so much easier. Traumas: His Truck being Destroyed. Being alone. Theme Song: The Good Life. ▌▬♦Truck Information♦▬▐ Truck: Bushwacker. Mounted Weapons: .50 Caliber Machinegun. Callsign: Bushwacker. Gas or Diesel: Gas. -------------
Randomly Gone Insane ░▒▓█♠Personal Information♠█▓▒░![User Image](https://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa225/Blue_Berrys_/Role Play Pictures/Carla-2.jpg) Full Name: Carla Boone Nickname: Prefers Carla; Called Chika only by Deschain Age: 24 Height: 66 inches Weight: 150 Hair Color: Light Brown Eye Color: Dark Brown Build: Lightly Lean Tattoos/Scars/Birthmarks: One Green Eagle Tattoo Personality: A quiet woman who prefers to not speak. When Carla does speak, it's mostly done with the least amount of words as possible. She comes off cold and distant, but she warms up quick. Carla is fiercely loyal to her friends, despite any previous history they may have. She'll only seek revenge or turn away when she is betrayed. Relationship Status: Single; Currently being worked on by her driver. Personal Skills: An excellent marksman and spotter.
╞═♣Professional Information♣═╡Place of Origin: Haven Philosophy: "Anything you can do, I can do better." Weapons: Hunting Rifle and a Combat Knife TABTABWeapon Locations on the Body TABTAB•Hunting Rifle: On a shoulder strap, across the back with the barrel pointing to the ground. Butt of the rifle is on the left side. TABTAB• Combat Knife: Holstered by a strap on her right boot. Standard Pack: Ammo for the rifle, sharpening stone, a canteen, rope Loyalty: Friends always come first to Carla. All others fall behind. She will remain with anyone until their purpose for her is finished, or if she is betrayed. What do you do on your vehicle?: Gunner.
○◙♥Background♥◙○Family History: Known in Haven for always having strong men and women, and a tougher household, where harassment and fighting are encouraged and welcomed. Family Members • Mother: Bera Egillswife (deceased) • Father: Egill Sveinsson • Siblings: None History: Upon giving birth to Carla, Bera had an hemorrhage and bled out, only lasting long enough to push the child's head and shoulders out, allowing doctors to do the rest. Devastated by the loss of his wife, Egil placed blame on Carla and made a point to let her know when ever possible. As she grew up, Carla's relationship with her father was very strained, and only based on arguments and disappointments. Tired of being yelled at whenever her father was home, she left home to become defender of their city when she was sixteen. She was denied and told to go home and take care of her father' place, but she refused to go back and be turned away so easily. Unable to get in after six months of trying, Carla finally decided to quit. But she did not give up. She returned home, only to steal her father's weapons and left Haven on a transportation truck, stowing herself away for a while. After being caught (and lying to the crew), she rode along to Godav City, where she was dropped off and left. Carla hung around the city for a while, using gang members who attacked her as practice for her knife and rifle. After only a year of living in the streets though, she tired of the city and moved outward, to the smaller towns that were dotted around Godav. Going back and forth between settlements, she started her pattern of doing hunting jobs or night watches. During a night she was on guard, Carla spotted another supply convoy and was reminded of the one she rode on that brought her to Godav in the first place. The following morning, she set out back to Godav to follow the convoy and seek employment in the transportation business. Having nothing to loss, money and self worth to gain, and a history of fighting, she was hired on as a gunner. Traumas: Spiders, Low or no ammo, her father, Being recognized in Haven Theme Song: Titanium - David Guetta ft. Sia
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~~Michael Davis~~ "When the man with a 45 meets the man with a rifle, you say the man with a pistol is a dead man. Let's see if it's true."
Michael strolled through the city, his brown tench coat open, so the people could see his .45 ready for action. He had memorized the directions given him.
By the Trade Gate, parked in line in the Guard jeep shack, you'll find your vehicle. You are up front. Get it ready to roll. The Cargo Truck is loaded up and waiting.
He made his way to the line of vehicles, noticing a rather large and shirtless man on top, manhandling a .50 like it was made of plastic. He'd already gotten the barrel on and was using his left arm to hold the charging handle back a bit, his right hand in the guts, a silver shard in the hand.
"Oi! What the hell ya doin?"
The man released the charging handle, closed the feed tray cover, then turned to look at Michael.
~~Edon Jhonsson~~
"The strongest warrior in the world is the one who can win a fight without ever drawing his weapon."
"Mounting my weapon, fool. What the hell are You doing asking ignorant questions?"
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![User Image](https://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa225/Blue_Berrys_/Role Play Pictures/Carla-1.jpg) ☠ Carla Boone ☠
Behind the man, a woman walked behind him like she was his shadow, keeping close herself close and quiet, unlike he was with the humming and nonsense talking to himself. Her eyes were scanning around them, looking in other streets, alleys, and even the other teams appearing. She looked like she wasn't just checking for trouble, but looking for it as well.
She looked back at the man she followed, snorting at his remarks to refill his flask before take over. Like he would leave dry. He didn't strike her as the type to only have one bottle of alcohol laying around.
"The vehicle looks average to me." She commented, stopping just outside of the shack, looking at all the other vehicles in wait.
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