[OOC]Ruins of Minerva - Survival RP

Name: Alex Rith

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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- Height: 5' 7"
- Weight 160 lbs
- Body measurements, if applicable
- Hair color: Brown (buzzed)
- Eye color: Green
- Any other unusual physical appearances

Personality: Alex is a rather boisterous man, confident in his running abilities, though he's also tends to tell tall tales. Quick to run from a fight if he doesn't have some sort of advantage.

Skills: Alex is what is known as a "Day-runner," a brave few people who scavenge the city during the day, when there are far fewer people wandering the abandoned houses. In fact, they often use this to their advantage when dealing with most people, as many people that they come by are often exhausted from the night, or asleep altogether. His skills include being fleet of foot, crafty, able to fit through small spaces with little trouble, experienced in dodging snipers, knowledgeable of sniper routines.

Biography: Alex was born in Ireland. His family moved to Minerva when he was 6. He started his solo life in Minerva as a low-wage salary man when he was 20. However, he was addicted to the rush of adrenaline he would get when running around. As such, most of the time that he was off work, he would spend running through the streets of Minerva while also dabbling in Freerunning. When the occupation came to Minerva, he lost his job, like most other civilians.
He had never had much experience with fighting people, so he decided to give his luck a test. He then became a Day-runner, using the nocturnal nature that many of Minerva's citizens took on as a way to be more energetic during the night to his advantage. He often acts as a courier when he's not scavenging for food and supplies.

Traumas and Addiction: Alex is addicted to adrenaline. As such, he sometimes acts before he thinks, putting himself in perilous situations.

Notes: Alex carries around a 9mm pistol with two rounds in the magazine. One for self-defense, one for the fast way out.

Y'all know my general hours, yo. Mostly at night with some time during the day.

@Kilel
ACCEPTED

Name: Elizabeth Hawke (Liz)

Age: 27

Gender: Female

Appearance: It is a combination of this pictures
Face

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http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1365/34/1365349309659.jpg

with the clothing of this picture

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https://m1.behance.net/rendition/modules/99764611/disp/dbc9ed6b7d17acccb049b122cd1248e2.jpg

- Height 1.83 meters or 6.00393701 feet
- Weight 82 Kilograms
- Body measurements, chest: 82 - waist: 73 - Hips: 81

- Hair color reddish brown

- Eye color gray with a hint of blue

- Any other unusual physical appearances: None

Personality: Usually an optimistic person, Liz tries to see the good in things, even in the darkest moments there is something that can be done, when it comes to other survivors, the redhead tries to help them, but she knows her offering hand could be bitten, so here comes her prepared senses to see if someone is lying or hostile because of the tremble of a hand, the sweating in the clothing and other similar unconscious actions. Elizabeth knows when to be optimistic, but there are times when realism is also needed to keep herself alive.

Skills: Liz the has the knack to build traps, white weaponry, even clothing for both protection of the weather or from an attack by using anything as a material in this wasteland, she has the philosophy of "What is trash to one is the treasure for another one", she is pretty creative when it comes to spur of the moment plans and can work with pressure. Some other survivors trade some of their stuff with her equipment if they have something to work with, and she can protect herself with her own stuff.

Biography: While the war was still on its "low" moments, Elizabeth Hawke worked on a repair workshop called "You bring it, we fix it", she enjoyed repairing and upgrading the broken stuff that the people brought to her store, from electronic devices to engines, from refrigerators to radios, anything that came through the door or garage could be repaired, if not, she gave the payment back, an apology and a temporary fix.

Minerva was a city of marvels and Liz enjoyed doing her own by building devices of all the types as a way to gain more money in the streets, while they looked rudimentary, her equipment was of top quality and would endure quite some time. But when the war covered the city, she did as many other intelligent people did, prepare.

The mechanic managed to survive by both selling her stuff to other survivors so she could eat and travel through the city with just enough stuff on her backpack. While knowing that leaving precious cargo was painful, she knew that it could also work as a bait for scavengers and maniacs which were at least knocked down by her traps or dead if she was desperate by using the rare but useful pipe bombs she could make.

At the moment, Liz has a pair of binoculars, a set of tools (screwdrivers, wiring, tape, etc..), a shotgun without ammo, some canned food, a hatchet, a pipebomb, and an assortment of materials to make her traps and other objects.

Traumas and Addiction: None that I think so.

Notes: You know that I have a pretty much open schedule, sometimes I can log on 24/7 or I can suddenly be off for hours.

@Kristia
aCCEPTED

Even though I don't need to approve my own application

Name: Giovanni Martello

Age: 74

Gender: O L D B O Y S

Appearance:

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Personality: Giovanni is like that really nice grandfather who visits you during the weekends with a gift for his grandsons and granddaughters and takes them out to minigolf and buys them ice cream.

He doesn't seem to mind too much about killing bandits and corrupt military personnel, but stealing from innocent or doing harm to those who are defenseless gets his morale down quite a bit.

Skills: Giovanni worked as a metal worker for all his life, excluding a small time of his youth. Therefore, he is very knowledged in creating tools out of sheets of metal and scraps of materials. Even when two people are making the same sawblade, Giovanni uses less material, takes less time, and can make a more efficient tool.

Biography: Giovanni is a man of few words but a large heart. He was born to a poor family who came from a long lineage of blacksmithing, so it was natural that he pick up the family business and continue the legacy. However, Giovanni hated hammering away at metal all day, and decided to head to Rome to start a music career.

Things began to go fine for Giovanni. In fact, he was very close to signing a record deal with a large record company in Rome... until World War II broke out. Like all young men, Giovanni was drafted to fight for Musolini and the Axis power.

Somehow, Giovanni survived the war. However, his dreams of being a superstar was shattered to dust. He returned to his home in Sicily and picked up his father; and through him his ancestors' blacksmith.

55 years have passed. He is now old, but no way is he weary. Decades of working at the smith made Giovanni lean but strong. Compared to his peers, or even younger men, Giovanni was not to be ignored just because of his age. He loves to ride motorcycles around the island, and he also enjoys extreme sports such as sky diving and mountain climbing.

Giovanni was in Minerva visiting a friend of his when the war suddenly broke loose. Thankfully he brought some of his trusty tools, so he can at least put his talents to good use while he lies low for awhile.

Traumas and Addiction: With his iron mentality even as a youngster, Giovanni lived through the war without much side effects. Sudden popping sounds sometimes make him flinch, but the nightmares that the PTSD-driven war veterans describe does not seem to haunt Giovanni.

Giovanni is a smoker, so he will get a little cranky if he can't get a hand on the smokes.

Notes: Giovanni starts off with a knapsack of sorts with the following items inside:
- Portable welder
- Handsaw
- Butane handtorch with a small quantity of butane leftover
- Small bit of food (enough for someone to last about 2 - 3 days without going hungry)
- One 1.5L bottle of clean water, quarter-empty.
- Various scraps of materials

@Zekai
I kinda think that's a little too many weapons for a starting inventory.

Zero ^

I have a number of gripes with this character.

1: Edge
2: "Zero" ... Who the fuck names their kid Zero?
3: LONG BLACK SPIKEY HAIR
4: RED FUCKING EYES
5: Edge
6: 19, stupid good at combat
7: Maximum over-edge.
8: Generic "Lost my entire family" backstory
9: MORE EDGE
10: Gotta use cool stereotypes
11: 2 ALTERED TONFAS
12: 2 GUNBLADES
13: SWORD. PERIOD.
14: EDGE
15: MOTHERFUCKING POCKY

well.. they already pointed things out.

The character needs to be more realistic Zekai, it has to be a normal person, sure he/she can have some things that are unique of him/her, but you did put too many things for him to stand out.

I suggest you to try something like the average fallout series character, just without the laser/energy guns

@Wriggle

I wasn't going to start him off with all that, just listing what he'll get throughout the rp.

@Kilel

I wasn't thinking of Shadow at all and I don't care about your opinion at all since it's Wriggle that has to approve it. Also, I didn't say anything about your app so no reason for you to say anything about mine.

@Kristia

I did go realistic. Only thing that's not is his name and you know why I named him that. Also, never played any Fallout games.

Heres the thing, zekai, you DIDNT make him all that realistic. You literally created an Edgelord whos probably just gonna get shot by one of the other characters. Nobody has red eyes. Nobody has anime hair. Nobody has fucking pocky in a goddamn shelled out warzone in the 20th century. Hes literally trained as a soldier, as well.

And then theres his backstory and disposition: was this kid never taught manners by a karate mother? Someone who would hammer discipline and respecct into this kids head with a pile driver?

And then the weapons.. why does he have 5 weapons? People will literally shoot him on sight. Why a sword? Whos going to just have a sword lying around?

Please make a human being, not an anime character

Dude, its an rp, chill the hell out about it.