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Either Needed ShadowFall (Interest check & Outline)
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Either Needed ShadowFall (Interest check & Outline)
If and when you become accepted, would you like to have our characters know each other? They're relatively around the same age and could've graduated the combat training together
Laughingstok
Serf
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- Age
- 26
Ill just get rid of the sword then!
Laughingstok
Serf
- Local time
- Today 8:12 AM
- Messages
- 16
- Age
- 26
Damn I hadn't skimmed your character sheet before making my character. I have an idea though, what if the two met in the orphanage (though Jason wasn't there his whole life) and as kids made friends both having an interest in mechanics.
Pm me?
Lady Wolfe
Light Bearer
*arrives huffing and puffing*
haha, sorry i'm late!
haha, sorry i'm late!
Lady Wolfe
Light Bearer
Sorry guys, I'm going to have to drop this. No matter how much I try to get motivated and enjoy it, I don't think fighting-y rps are my jam... QAQ
Is this still open?
Seras
Just a tad unconventional
It is indeed! My apologies, I've been away the past week with work. I'm not back yet but I'll get this back on the move.
Sacred_Blue_1_2
Serf
- Local time
- Today 9:12 PM
- Messages
- 18
- Age
- 29
Name: Edwin Ullr Moller
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Edwin supposedly had Viking ancestors, which could explain his name. The theory is also backed by the fact that he is a very tall and bulky man with an already thick beard. His hair, both facial and other, have a strange mix between gold and brown, he has bright blue eyes. He has a moderate pitched voice. Often he does wear light clothing, he also wears a necklace w/ a name engraved in it, the necklace is so badly damaged that not a lot can tell whose name it mentions.
Role (eg, Medic, Sniper): Demolition Expert, Edwin's trauma and anxieties cause him to be unable to fight in full combat, he secretly wants to be a medic, but also suffers from the idea that his bloodline sees him as a disgrace. His strength mixed with his surprising precision, along with keen eyesight, enables him to utilize explosives that are otherwise difficult to control or use efficiently.
Crystal weapon (Type and appearance):
Edwin's crystal weapon is a large two handed Danish ax. It's quite simple, it only has the metal sharp head and a wooden handle, the handle has engravings that enhance his grip on the weapon. The ax is capable of destroying bones with a single powerful sweep and even amputation, despite the target having thick armor or exoskeleton. The other end of the ax also has a sharp tip pointed the same direction as the ax blade.
Normal weapon(s):
Mauser C96
Edwin's weapon of choice, he constantly kept this pistol on him at all times, sometimes even making bad impressions of himself just to keep it. He carries six magazines in his bags, 3 in his occasional backpack, and also 3 on his person.
Any other gear:
S-mine 25
Edwin carries at least one of these bouncing mines. It's one of the main things that slows him down.
5cm le GrW 36
A 14-kg mortar that can fire distances up to 510 meters max. Each shell weighs up to at least 1 kilogram. He can only carry barely 3-4 shells, he has to ditch all of his equipment before he could carry at least 10. This weapon is his main demolition tool, he can man other machines that would otherwise need a whole crew on his own.
A toolbox
Not exactly a full set of tools, or the box even. However, Edwin carries a handful of handheld tools used to man or repair his explosives and his mortar. He also has a handful of nuts and bolts with him. The tools also include a cleaning rag, a bottle of alcohol, and a double-bit ax for multiple purposes.
Cleaning Rag
This may seem a bit absurd, but Edwin's cleaning rags are often multi-purpose, they can be used to tie knots to hold things together, bandage wounds, and of course, clean weapons. They are surprisingly durable and easy to clean, but they can also jam machinery.
Any other Skills:
Rural Medicine
Edwin has a history of living in a rural area, and during this time of his life, he took the time to master herbs and other cheap remedies to treat his own wounds, both accidental and animal.
Makeshift Duelist
Still utilizing his rural background, Edwin is crafty. However, his craftsmanship is limited to weapons such as daggers, sledges, and the like. He can also make a blunt weapon using one of his rags by tying it to a piece of stone ruin. Not to mention his raw strength makes him an exceptional brawler.
Architect?
Edwin's use of demolition devices require him to be strategic, by this, it means that he should know choke points and weaknesses and the like. This experience made him familiar with most buildings and tunnels, not to forget how to deal with them. But this knowledge is limited to urban living, he has no clue on how to detonate outside of a ruined city.
Backstory:
I'd prefer to use it as a plot device but I'll give this:
Edwin Moller suffers from PTSD and irrational phobias.
He also has trouble in battles, because his trauma fights his urges to be the man he wants to be. But if he is under the influence of any alcohol or other substances, he won't hesitate to take lives, but this affects his precision and his other skills.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Appearance: Edwin supposedly had Viking ancestors, which could explain his name. The theory is also backed by the fact that he is a very tall and bulky man with an already thick beard. His hair, both facial and other, have a strange mix between gold and brown, he has bright blue eyes. He has a moderate pitched voice. Often he does wear light clothing, he also wears a necklace w/ a name engraved in it, the necklace is so badly damaged that not a lot can tell whose name it mentions.
Role (eg, Medic, Sniper): Demolition Expert, Edwin's trauma and anxieties cause him to be unable to fight in full combat, he secretly wants to be a medic, but also suffers from the idea that his bloodline sees him as a disgrace. His strength mixed with his surprising precision, along with keen eyesight, enables him to utilize explosives that are otherwise difficult to control or use efficiently.
Crystal weapon (Type and appearance):
Edwin's crystal weapon is a large two handed Danish ax. It's quite simple, it only has the metal sharp head and a wooden handle, the handle has engravings that enhance his grip on the weapon. The ax is capable of destroying bones with a single powerful sweep and even amputation, despite the target having thick armor or exoskeleton. The other end of the ax also has a sharp tip pointed the same direction as the ax blade.
Normal weapon(s):
Mauser C96
Edwin's weapon of choice, he constantly kept this pistol on him at all times, sometimes even making bad impressions of himself just to keep it. He carries six magazines in his bags, 3 in his occasional backpack, and also 3 on his person.
Any other gear:
S-mine 25
Edwin carries at least one of these bouncing mines. It's one of the main things that slows him down.
5cm le GrW 36
A 14-kg mortar that can fire distances up to 510 meters max. Each shell weighs up to at least 1 kilogram. He can only carry barely 3-4 shells, he has to ditch all of his equipment before he could carry at least 10. This weapon is his main demolition tool, he can man other machines that would otherwise need a whole crew on his own.
A toolbox
Not exactly a full set of tools, or the box even. However, Edwin carries a handful of handheld tools used to man or repair his explosives and his mortar. He also has a handful of nuts and bolts with him. The tools also include a cleaning rag, a bottle of alcohol, and a double-bit ax for multiple purposes.
Cleaning Rag
This may seem a bit absurd, but Edwin's cleaning rags are often multi-purpose, they can be used to tie knots to hold things together, bandage wounds, and of course, clean weapons. They are surprisingly durable and easy to clean, but they can also jam machinery.
Any other Skills:
Rural Medicine
Edwin has a history of living in a rural area, and during this time of his life, he took the time to master herbs and other cheap remedies to treat his own wounds, both accidental and animal.
Makeshift Duelist
Still utilizing his rural background, Edwin is crafty. However, his craftsmanship is limited to weapons such as daggers, sledges, and the like. He can also make a blunt weapon using one of his rags by tying it to a piece of stone ruin. Not to mention his raw strength makes him an exceptional brawler.
Architect?
Edwin's use of demolition devices require him to be strategic, by this, it means that he should know choke points and weaknesses and the like. This experience made him familiar with most buildings and tunnels, not to forget how to deal with them. But this knowledge is limited to urban living, he has no clue on how to detonate outside of a ruined city.
Backstory:
I'd prefer to use it as a plot device but I'll give this:
Edwin Moller suffers from PTSD and irrational phobias.
He also has trouble in battles, because his trauma fights his urges to be the man he wants to be. But if he is under the influence of any alcohol or other substances, he won't hesitate to take lives, but this affects his precision and his other skills.
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Seras
Just a tad unconventional
Accepted, I like the sound of if.
Yes it's still ongoing however we've not had a reply from a few of the players for sometime. I may just timeskip it to a point where we're actually on the road and this is when people can jump back in. I'll get that up later some time.
DrabberRogue
Serf
- Local time
- Today 6:12 AM
- Messages
- 9
- Age
- 27
Story's still going huh...? Well, I hope you don't mind if I offer my character up for consideration?
Name: Jace Rose
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jace is tall and lithe of build, his high metabolism keeping him thin even though he bears the requisite musculature of a soldier. A faint German heritage is reflected in the sharp lines of his clean shaven face, within which are set a pair of silver-grey eyes. His wavy hair comes down to just slightly at eye level, where he keeps the dirty blonde mess swept and parted to the left. All of his clothing is colored in that dark grey that blends in with the darkness and disrupts his silhouette. Two ever present articles of this attire being a hardy old trench coat and a worn pair of black dress gloves, both of which he is rarely seen without. He will also typically wear a mask of dark grey cloth over his face during operations.
Role: Sniper/Designated Marksman
Crystal weapon: An ornate cavalry saber. The weapon bears similarities to a model 1860 light cavalry saber, with several notable differences in the blade and guard. Its hand guard looks more like silver than brass, while an elegant depiction of thorny vines runs down the length of the blade. These vines are a bright scarlet, like the color of fresh blood, and appear to be part of the blade itself. As though forged into its very steel. The sword lets out a keening ring whenever it strikes something, as though giving voice to the lustful aggression of its wielder.
Normal weapon(s):
Springfield M1917
As a sharpshooter, the M1917 Enfield is Jace's primary weapon. His sports a mounted scope, extended ten round magazines, and its body is painted in the same silhouette breaking dark grey as his attire. Its loading mechanism is also kept meticulously clean, minimizing the risk of jamming under stress.
Springfield M1911
Ever reliable, the M1911 serves as Jace's ever present sidearm. If it isn't strapped to his hip, it's usually hidden somewhere within his coat. The weapon is painted in much the same way as his rifle and cleaned to a similar standard.
Combat Knife
In reality Jace doesn't expect to have to fight with his knife all that much. If he winds up in close combat with a monster, he has his crystal. If he winds up in close combat with another person, well... He isn't the greatest at fighting with small blades, so he'd rather just not make that mistake. However knives make for very useful tools. Besides, better to have a knife and not need it than to need a knife and not have it.
Any other gear:
Attachable Silencers
Jace carries a pair of silencers, one for his rifle and one for his pistol, however he doesn't always want to use them. In his opinion direct firepower is usually more valuable than being harder to find. However in some situations he could stand to benefit from having a reduced firing signature or smaller muzzle flash, so he keeps the attachments in his coat. Just in case.
Binoculars
Sometimes a gun scope is just a little too unwieldy, and/or Jace doesn't actually want to kill whatever he's looking at. Yet.
Notebook+Pencils
A black bound leather notebook and a few pencils. For those times when he can't do sniper math in his head.
Cleaning Kit
Jace is extremely diligent about keeping his firearms clean, to the point where it counts as a pastime. To facilitate this he carries a number of items needed to clean his weapon in the field. Mostly just small cloths and oil.
Any other Skills:
Tinkering
Guns aren't the only thing Jace can take apart and put back together. He has a problem solver's mindset and has an innate interest in how things work. As a result he's developed a knack for being able fiddle with machinery. He's no engineer, but he's good at getting small mechanisms to do what he wants. A good example would be lock picking. Jace is an exceptional lock pick.
Sketching
While he wouldn't really fancy himself an artist, Jace can sometimes be found sketching in his notebook when he has nothing else to do. He's done it enough to be at least decent. Most of his little doodles focus around his occupation. Monsters, weapons, and perhaps the occasional drawing of a person.
Focus
Jace can control himself. He can keep his words direct, his eyes on target, and his breathing steady even when he's enveloped by chaos. Perhaps to his detriment sometimes, as his laser focus on the task at hand might block out other details.
Backstory: For most of his life Jace has never known his family. Both of his parents were slaughtered by vampires, turned into blood drained husks before his very eyes. Only through the heroics of a military unit was the young Jace Rose saved from a tragically short life. As an adult, however, one might be hard pressed to see this bloody origin in his behavior. He is a relentlessly energetic and positive young man in casual conversation, his playful personality and humor clashing garishly with the grim circumstance of the world around him. Only in his recent military service do the scars of his childhood make themselves known.
Jace loves his fellow man in a fiercely patriotic way. He is optimistic about humanity's nature and future despite their near extinction, firmly believing that the world belongs to them. In the same way he loathes the dark horrors that terrorize man's last remnants. However he is vocal about neither of these things. Instead his patriotic camaraderie is expressed in friendly optimism, while his self-righteous hatred shows itself only in combat. When confronted with the nightmares that threaten to snuff out everything he knows, Jace becomes quiet. Focused. Only the eager glare in his silvery eyes reflects his vengeful motivation.
Name: Jace Rose
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: Jace is tall and lithe of build, his high metabolism keeping him thin even though he bears the requisite musculature of a soldier. A faint German heritage is reflected in the sharp lines of his clean shaven face, within which are set a pair of silver-grey eyes. His wavy hair comes down to just slightly at eye level, where he keeps the dirty blonde mess swept and parted to the left. All of his clothing is colored in that dark grey that blends in with the darkness and disrupts his silhouette. Two ever present articles of this attire being a hardy old trench coat and a worn pair of black dress gloves, both of which he is rarely seen without. He will also typically wear a mask of dark grey cloth over his face during operations.
Role: Sniper/Designated Marksman
Crystal weapon: An ornate cavalry saber. The weapon bears similarities to a model 1860 light cavalry saber, with several notable differences in the blade and guard. Its hand guard looks more like silver than brass, while an elegant depiction of thorny vines runs down the length of the blade. These vines are a bright scarlet, like the color of fresh blood, and appear to be part of the blade itself. As though forged into its very steel. The sword lets out a keening ring whenever it strikes something, as though giving voice to the lustful aggression of its wielder.
Normal weapon(s):
Springfield M1917
As a sharpshooter, the M1917 Enfield is Jace's primary weapon. His sports a mounted scope, extended ten round magazines, and its body is painted in the same silhouette breaking dark grey as his attire. Its loading mechanism is also kept meticulously clean, minimizing the risk of jamming under stress.
Springfield M1911
Ever reliable, the M1911 serves as Jace's ever present sidearm. If it isn't strapped to his hip, it's usually hidden somewhere within his coat. The weapon is painted in much the same way as his rifle and cleaned to a similar standard.
Combat Knife
In reality Jace doesn't expect to have to fight with his knife all that much. If he winds up in close combat with a monster, he has his crystal. If he winds up in close combat with another person, well... He isn't the greatest at fighting with small blades, so he'd rather just not make that mistake. However knives make for very useful tools. Besides, better to have a knife and not need it than to need a knife and not have it.
Any other gear:
Attachable Silencers
Jace carries a pair of silencers, one for his rifle and one for his pistol, however he doesn't always want to use them. In his opinion direct firepower is usually more valuable than being harder to find. However in some situations he could stand to benefit from having a reduced firing signature or smaller muzzle flash, so he keeps the attachments in his coat. Just in case.
Binoculars
Sometimes a gun scope is just a little too unwieldy, and/or Jace doesn't actually want to kill whatever he's looking at. Yet.
Notebook+Pencils
A black bound leather notebook and a few pencils. For those times when he can't do sniper math in his head.
Cleaning Kit
Jace is extremely diligent about keeping his firearms clean, to the point where it counts as a pastime. To facilitate this he carries a number of items needed to clean his weapon in the field. Mostly just small cloths and oil.
Any other Skills:
Tinkering
Guns aren't the only thing Jace can take apart and put back together. He has a problem solver's mindset and has an innate interest in how things work. As a result he's developed a knack for being able fiddle with machinery. He's no engineer, but he's good at getting small mechanisms to do what he wants. A good example would be lock picking. Jace is an exceptional lock pick.
Sketching
While he wouldn't really fancy himself an artist, Jace can sometimes be found sketching in his notebook when he has nothing else to do. He's done it enough to be at least decent. Most of his little doodles focus around his occupation. Monsters, weapons, and perhaps the occasional drawing of a person.
Focus
Jace can control himself. He can keep his words direct, his eyes on target, and his breathing steady even when he's enveloped by chaos. Perhaps to his detriment sometimes, as his laser focus on the task at hand might block out other details.
Backstory: For most of his life Jace has never known his family. Both of his parents were slaughtered by vampires, turned into blood drained husks before his very eyes. Only through the heroics of a military unit was the young Jace Rose saved from a tragically short life. As an adult, however, one might be hard pressed to see this bloody origin in his behavior. He is a relentlessly energetic and positive young man in casual conversation, his playful personality and humor clashing garishly with the grim circumstance of the world around him. Only in his recent military service do the scars of his childhood make themselves known.
Jace loves his fellow man in a fiercely patriotic way. He is optimistic about humanity's nature and future despite their near extinction, firmly believing that the world belongs to them. In the same way he loathes the dark horrors that terrorize man's last remnants. However he is vocal about neither of these things. Instead his patriotic camaraderie is expressed in friendly optimism, while his self-righteous hatred shows itself only in combat. When confronted with the nightmares that threaten to snuff out everything he knows, Jace becomes quiet. Focused. Only the eager glare in his silvery eyes reflects his vengeful motivation.
Seras
Just a tad unconventional
Accepted, a very well thought out character.
Wriggler
Serf
- Local time
- Today 7:12 AM
- Messages
- 8
- Age
- 29
Name: Jonte "Stitch" Brekenlas
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Appearance: At 5' 8" she is on the taller side. Her skin is a light tan from days out in the sun with small scars running up and down just about any exposed skin. The body under normal military clothing looks like any combat soldiers, lilt and wiry. Her round face is almost always set in a flat or frustrated expression, it's a natural bitch face. Thinner lips are set under a strong would be straight nose that looks like it's been broken at least once. Her eyes are set deeper in her skull, not grotesquely so, and they look nearly white for the lightness of the blue. Normally her hair is put up in a tight coiled braid on the back of her head. You can still see that lighter streaks of blonde through the brunette darkness. When she takes down her hair it is straight and falls to the middle of her shoulders.
Role (eg, Medic, Sniper): Medical Personnel
Crystal weapon (Type and appearance): Mid-distance double spear. Both ends look like leaves that extend around eight inches from the staff. The metal is almost like a Damascus steel, and the staff section is made from what looks like a completely black wood that has some bend to it.
Normal weapon(s):
Two 7.65 mm Longue SACMs, one on each hip.
Any other gear:
She usually wears a navy blue bandanna over the bottom half of her face.
Large Med Kit on her back that she has filled enough medical supplies to last two weeks with traumatic to light injuries for five to six people.
Secondary belt holding extra clips for her guns.
Hunting knife worn against her upper arm, kept sharp. Has a small sharpening stone in sheath.
Small bracelet she wears on a necklace.
Any other Skills: She has had some martial arts training. Enough to keep her head usually between her shoulders.
Backstory:
Jonte was a nurse for the military for many years. She joined the corp when she was just out of school, being ever the patriot,...and following a certain boy. They went through basic together their first year, then were lucky enough to be dispatched to the same base the following year. It was a good love story, plenty of drama and frustration mixed with the highs love. In their forth year they were married and moved overseas when they requested to be moved together. After that he started getting dispatched to war zones, and so was she. Their reunions were sweet, if short lived.
This doesn't stop reproduction, though, and within the first two years of marriage they had a daughter. Zenia was the apple of her parents eyes, Jonte could never have asked for such a miracle to occur. She asked to be let go from the military, wanting to be a full time mother to the child they now had. It took a lot from her to let go of her job, her passion, but motherhood suited her just as well. She became a house wife, occasionally writing short stories or articles for the local base paper. Zenia grew and grew, starting school just a year before everything fell apart.
They had heard the news of what was happening in different cities. The monstrosities that came and killed without differentiation. Her husband was gone, off in some war strewn country hundreds of miles away. The threat was becoming more and more prevalent with each day. When he didn't come home she began to worry, until she got the call that set them on the road. There was no need to wait for him anymore.
Jonte and Zenia left their small base home, not knowing that the base had made the world seem a lot safer than it was. They hit their first band of ghouls within the first eighteen hours. Bullets didn't stop them, nothing did, and Zenia couldn't get to her mother fast enough. There was nothing left to bury, and Jonte couldn't stop to do so anyway. The town they had been trying to get through had no one left that wasn't running for their lives or already in pieces.
Jonte arrived at Tyrus a week after that. Having been hiding well and moving quickly in order to stay alive. She didn't come to the city unscathed, but she made it with all of her body parts. Her heart and mind were quite a different matter. For a few months of the first year she just wondered the city. It felt like her life had no meaning and that she should have laid down her life as soon as her daughters had been taken. She was alive, though, and that did make a difference. There were slow changes after the second year, one of the biggest being that she reenlisted to the military of the town. She already had the training and feild experience behind her, and they set her up in a hospital to get evaluated before she was put into any units.
It wasn't long before she was riding out of the city to help stitch up the people keeping everyone safe. Trying to make up for everything that she already lost.
(If I need to change anything just let me know)
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Appearance: At 5' 8" she is on the taller side. Her skin is a light tan from days out in the sun with small scars running up and down just about any exposed skin. The body under normal military clothing looks like any combat soldiers, lilt and wiry. Her round face is almost always set in a flat or frustrated expression, it's a natural bitch face. Thinner lips are set under a strong would be straight nose that looks like it's been broken at least once. Her eyes are set deeper in her skull, not grotesquely so, and they look nearly white for the lightness of the blue. Normally her hair is put up in a tight coiled braid on the back of her head. You can still see that lighter streaks of blonde through the brunette darkness. When she takes down her hair it is straight and falls to the middle of her shoulders.
Role (eg, Medic, Sniper): Medical Personnel
Crystal weapon (Type and appearance): Mid-distance double spear. Both ends look like leaves that extend around eight inches from the staff. The metal is almost like a Damascus steel, and the staff section is made from what looks like a completely black wood that has some bend to it.
Normal weapon(s):
Two 7.65 mm Longue SACMs, one on each hip.
Any other gear:
She usually wears a navy blue bandanna over the bottom half of her face.
Large Med Kit on her back that she has filled enough medical supplies to last two weeks with traumatic to light injuries for five to six people.
Secondary belt holding extra clips for her guns.
Hunting knife worn against her upper arm, kept sharp. Has a small sharpening stone in sheath.
Small bracelet she wears on a necklace.
Any other Skills: She has had some martial arts training. Enough to keep her head usually between her shoulders.
Backstory:
Jonte was a nurse for the military for many years. She joined the corp when she was just out of school, being ever the patriot,...and following a certain boy. They went through basic together their first year, then were lucky enough to be dispatched to the same base the following year. It was a good love story, plenty of drama and frustration mixed with the highs love. In their forth year they were married and moved overseas when they requested to be moved together. After that he started getting dispatched to war zones, and so was she. Their reunions were sweet, if short lived.
This doesn't stop reproduction, though, and within the first two years of marriage they had a daughter. Zenia was the apple of her parents eyes, Jonte could never have asked for such a miracle to occur. She asked to be let go from the military, wanting to be a full time mother to the child they now had. It took a lot from her to let go of her job, her passion, but motherhood suited her just as well. She became a house wife, occasionally writing short stories or articles for the local base paper. Zenia grew and grew, starting school just a year before everything fell apart.
They had heard the news of what was happening in different cities. The monstrosities that came and killed without differentiation. Her husband was gone, off in some war strewn country hundreds of miles away. The threat was becoming more and more prevalent with each day. When he didn't come home she began to worry, until she got the call that set them on the road. There was no need to wait for him anymore.
Jonte and Zenia left their small base home, not knowing that the base had made the world seem a lot safer than it was. They hit their first band of ghouls within the first eighteen hours. Bullets didn't stop them, nothing did, and Zenia couldn't get to her mother fast enough. There was nothing left to bury, and Jonte couldn't stop to do so anyway. The town they had been trying to get through had no one left that wasn't running for their lives or already in pieces.
Jonte arrived at Tyrus a week after that. Having been hiding well and moving quickly in order to stay alive. She didn't come to the city unscathed, but she made it with all of her body parts. Her heart and mind were quite a different matter. For a few months of the first year she just wondered the city. It felt like her life had no meaning and that she should have laid down her life as soon as her daughters had been taken. She was alive, though, and that did make a difference. There were slow changes after the second year, one of the biggest being that she reenlisted to the military of the town. She already had the training and feild experience behind her, and they set her up in a hospital to get evaluated before she was put into any units.
It wasn't long before she was riding out of the city to help stitch up the people keeping everyone safe. Trying to make up for everything that she already lost.
(If I need to change anything just let me know)
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Seras
Just a tad unconventional
Using 2 spears seems excessive, even if the crystal spear was kept in crystal form what would she do with the other? Just throw it down and get it later or keep it on? The backstory is alright, I was almost thinking we had a medic but hey ho.
Just be aware that although she may be a hand to hand combat expert, physically she'll be outclassed by everything in terms of strength and most monsters in terms of speed. This is why crystal rounds are a thing, plus using a spear and a pistol would still be a challenge due to the size.
CQB is reasonable as it uses firearms and melee weapons, hand to hand alone is quite disadvantageous. I'm happy to role with it if you want, just be aware of the issues and that not every monster is untrained in close combat.
Seras
Just a tad unconventional
Well that got a lot more dark but hell i like it. When i said i was thinking you were going Medic, I wasn't saying you had to, but I'd be lying if i said i didn't need one. A lot more balanced though, the pistols will help protect the patients. Accepted.
Seras
Just a tad unconventional
Yes of course, in fact now would be the best opportunity as we're setting off.