Desert profiles

[Crow]

Name:Crow
Age: 23
Height: 5'7''
Weight:115lbs.

Apperance: Normally in dusty brown army camo and a full mask to hide his green hair on the job. When relaxing or in town he wears a green and purple trenchcoat with no mask, revealing the grean hair, brown eyes, and fairly tan skin.

Equipment: A sniper rifle with scarce ammo at most times and a magnum with a half empty clip. Anything else he has is stashed at the hideout he stays at.

Personality: Fairly depressed at most times, he constantly complains about the heat in the desert. He's more or less tired of shooting people to have to survive out in the desert, but the only way to get cash is either selling the looted goods, or work in one of the nearby mines. He practically flipped a coin one day.

Background: Sold off by his mother for gold, he lived a miserible life as a slave for some fat nobleman. He soon found that it was illegal and when he brought it up he was laughed at, "Have you ever once seen a man of law in this town?" Eventually he was tossed out in some cruel game the nobles played. They left him in the desert and betted on if he came back. That was when he found his home, a bandit base in the middle of the desert. He's been one ever since.

[Rosy]

((Posted below))

[zyphan]

Koryn
Female
18
weight: 117 lbs
height: 5'5"
skin tone: lightly tanned
hair: shoulder-length. brown with sun-bleached highlights. curly.
eyes: soft gray-blue, though more dark blue than gray

appearance: slim-fitting tank top, loose cargo pants that are worn around the knees. black combat boots cover her small feet. at times, Koryn wears a red bandana to keep her hair out of her eyes. a semi-automatic is often found slung over her back, with two daggers hidden in her boots for last-resort options. Her body is slender, athletic.

personality: sometimes exuberant, sometimes calm or shy. depends on her mood or the situation. when new toys are brought in, she tends to get over excited, but she knows her stuff. just as long as you can get the teenage part of her mind to slow down for a few minutes. She's good at urban climbing, but is only just starting. mostly leaps and jumps are what she's good at now. Koryn has a tendency to be cocky sometimes, but that's just because she likes showing how un-girlish she is. oh, and this girl's a major tomboy- she doesn't mind getting dirty.

Background: Koryn doesn't really know all how she got here. she just remembers getting tired of home and running off on a dune buggy into the sandy abyss. She had wandered for a while after running out of gas, and that's when the girl was picked up by a passing bandit, who left the hideout for unknown reasons a month or two after she arrived. Since then, she has been helping the other bandits out, though that may be an over statement. teenagers can be a bit of a pain sometimes.

[ev1lpoptart]

Name: Cipher
Age: 33
Height: 6,3"
Weight: 247 lb.
Gender: Male

Appearance: Cipher has a closely shaved head with brown hair. He almost always has 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes are a brilliant green, and his skin is leathery from years of the harsh desert sun. His teeth are yellow and chipped. He usually wears a black tank top with Khaki cargo pants and combat boots. He also has a pair of tinted goggles which he wears whilst in the desert. His incredibly muscular upper body is covered in various tattoos. When he's in town, he tries his best to cover up his tattoos by wearing a gray jacket with the collar popped to cover most of his neck tattoos.

Equipment: Sunglass-goggles, A Kabar knife which is strapped to his left ankle, a sawed-off double barrel shotgun, two canteens, and several skinning and filet knives rolled up in a canvas cover.

Personality: To describe Cipher in one word: one would simply call him a prick. However, there is another layer to him: the layer of tempestuous insults that he hurls at those who genuinely annoy him. Those who know him are kept from knowing him too well, as is his tendency to keep people at arms' length.

Background: Cipher originally came out towards the desert on a hunting expedition when he was 20. He awoke one morning in the town's inn deserted by the crew, who left him in the night. Since then, Cipher hasn't trusted many beyond the required limits of doing jobs. After 13 years, Cipher can be found either at the town's saloons or at the bandit camp.

[Da Pwny]

Name: Sasha Slindahi / aka: Hunter "Mamba"
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 98 lbs.

Appearance: well-tanned skin, short but elegant body, short (and slightly curled) jet black hair that barely passes her shoulders, piercing blue-gray eyes;
light-colored desert cloth covering a make-shift body suit, light brown boots. Thick and exotic accent due to her heritage.

Equipment: utility belt hidden beneath desert rags that carries ammo, powder, and several compact kits; sawed-off double-barreled shotgun sitting at her hip to the right, designed for easy drawing; twin zalshi, crescent-shaped traditional knives from her tribe, hidden in a quick-draw configuration beneath rags

Attitude: cold, distant, but extremely sharp senses and tracking ability. Attempts to live in the shadow of her late father, but often feels that she fails him. Rarely loses her temper, and has a slightly softer side that she never shows. Respects those who deserve it in her mind, but those people are few and far in between. Genuinely hates thieves, especially wasteful ones, but she can live with them as a necessary evil at times; she isn't above smooching off thieves before taking them out or turning them in. Has a slight sense of justice, and is willing to help those in need, especially if there is profit in it for herself.

Background: Born and breed in the desert, Sasha is an excellent tracker and hunter, silent as the sands she lives on, feared by those who know her and have lived to talk about her. Having left her home at the tender age of fifteen on a journey to prove herself, she quickly grew accustomed to killing for profit, scavenging vehicles and buildings, and learned the true value of life with every drop of blood she shed. She also became deftly lost, continuing to wander as she barely remembers where her home is in between watching her own back all the time and having to repeatedly commit acts that would make hardened soldiers flinch. She is hard, but not stone-hearted; she helps those in genuine need, occasionally (but not often) going out of her way to do so. As long as she has enough money to live, she doesn't care; in fact, she prefers unpaid hunts due to the negative attraction that money brings, but knows that she needs that money to live in the Outsider's world.

[Rosy]

Name: Gail
Age: 19
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 110

Hair: Brown with a gray stripe left of bangs. Shoulder length, but nearly always in ponytail.
Eyes: Icy blue
Skin: pale, almost white
When in the desert, Gail wears a navy-blue tank top and jeans with ripped knees. When she's heading up to town, she throws on a white pea coat and a pair of black crocs. She ALWAYS wears a long, black sleeve on her right arm, to cover burn scars. Her only jewelry is a silver, cross-tipped necklace.

Job: Gail usually doesn't kill people in her line of work. She ends up fixing the crap other people bring her. The only equipment she carries on her is her pocket knife and screwdriver.

Personality: Sarcastic, lazy, and easily annoyed. She tends to sleep in until noon. Her past has made her appear careless, spoiled, and b****y, but in reality, she's a scared, lonely, confused girl who doesn't know what to do without her family.

About: Gail's family was wealthy, so she was shipped off months at a time to private school. When she was seventeen, she returned to home, only for her house to burned down that same night. She was the only survivor of the fire. Her relatives had took what fortune there was left. On top of that, she was suspect for arson. She decided it was better to live in the desert by herself. After several months of research, she discovered her father and mother had been involved with a now disbanded group of bandits. She decided to follow in their footsteps and was let into the group of bandits mainly because she was good with mechanicals. Gail's been with the group for over a year and she's become just as mean and nasty as the rest of the group.

Abilities: There is almost nothing Gail can't put together or fix. Her skills upstage everyone else's. She would probably be treated with more respect if not for her rather lazy and b****y attitude

[Roara]

Name: Evaan
Age: 32
Height: 6,5"
Weight: 270 lb.
Gender: Male

Appearance: Evaan is one stereotype Russian terrorist. He is large, bulky, has a shaved skull, and has an AK-47. While working, he wears a wife beater and jeans, and a pair of goggles covering his eyes.

Equipment: Sunglass-goggles, a leather pouch to hold tools such as wrenches, lock picks, etc. An AK-47, a hunting knife, some TNT in a small pouch, and a small backpack that has miscellaneous items in it.

Personality: Evaan likes to take chances, although he doesnt let his ego get in his way. He is a bit sluggish though, and doesnt take well to stupidity. He enjoys working with vehicles and automatic weapons such as a chain gun, or mini gun.

Background: Evaan is one of the terrorist who fled to a middle easter country as soon as anti terrorist forces began cracking down all over the world. He made himself at home at the bandit camp, and can be found somewhere at the camp, at the saloon in town, or at the towns "auto garage" which is basically a small warehouse where he keeps his tools, an extra supply of ammunition, food, water, gasoline, and guns.

[Mirshaan]

Name: Clink
Age: Old
Hight:5'2"
Gender: Male

Appearance: Clink is your stereotypical old eccentric inventor. He has a friendly face with inviting blue eyes, a long white mustache, and a short white beard. He always wears a tall hat with a broad rim that conceals the hair on his head, or lack there of, though never the same one on consecutive days of the week. His outfits also change regularly, usually to fit in with his latest experiments or inventions.

Personality: Most would consider that Clink is either mad, nuts, insane, or a mixture of all three. He is however regarded by the locals as something of a genius.

Equipment: By virtue of his insanity it is safe to assume that you might find him with just about anything.

Background: Know one really knows where Clink came from, rumor has it that he just appeared in town one day decades ago and has never left. There isn't a story about the town that doesn't have him in somewhere. His crazy inventions are to be found everywhere and he seems to have something useful for every situation. He stays friendly with the bandits who provide him with all sorts of wonderful new items luted in trade for his some of his latest inventions.

[knightc3]

Name: Riker
Age: 18
Height: 6'0''
Weight:121lbs.

Apperance: Usually in dusty brown full sleeve shirt and cargo pants with a black headband to keep his hair in place. He has slightly longer than average black hair

Equipment: He prefers to use a high caliber, semi automatic rifle or even better a sniper rifle if he can get his hands on one. Always carries a commando knife.

Personality: He is usually very quiet and uncomfortable around most people. He is withdrawn most of the time, seems to never pay attention to what others are talking about but actually is.

Background: He was taken as a slave by one of the most notorious gangs in the region when they ambushed his family's trailer truck. They made him watch while they brutally beat his parents and then burned them alive in their trailer. He was taken to the camp where he suffered a lot of punishment under the gang leader and his crew. He asked to join them when they were about to kill him. So they kept him alive. He was never really a part of the gang, but it kept him alive. He swore to take revenge for everything one day, while the beatings and punishment by the crew. After 2 years, when he thought he couldnt take it anymore and he was confident they had let their guard down with him around, he made his move. To cut the story short, he left the camp with the blood of quite a few gang members on his hands, including their leader. The rest ran away scared thinking a rival gang had raided them in the middle of the night.

He makes his way in the desert towards what looks like a mirage of a tower, tired, thirsty and battered to the edge of his life with only some rags on his person and a blood soaked knife in his hand.

[Roara]

Name: Jovi (been awhile since using this one)
Age: 27
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 190 lbs
Gender: Male

Appearance: Jovi is a cowboy. He wears jeans, a white t shirt, and a black vest. Either hunting boots on his feet, or riding boots. His face has dirty blond scragely hair down to his neck, and he has bright blue eyes. He wears a black cowboy hat.

Equipment: Jovi has a dirt bike, and two magnum revolvers as his main weapons. He likes using semi automatic weapons also.

Personality: Jovi is one of Evaan's best friends. They grew up together, despite their cultural backgrounds. He is a gunslinger, to speak, but is much more logical than Evaan. He likes to crack sarcastic jokes, and talks like someone from texas.

Background: Jovi fled with Evaan to the middle east with Evaan, until they were split up when they heard of coalition forces searching the area. They will soon be reunited in this RP...

[Da Pwny]

*would there happen to be a 'bon' before that one? *

[knightc3]

Ooh, will you be doing a texan accent?

[Roara]

No, and yes. He will be based on a cowboy, like described in Gunslinger by A7x and by Wanted: Dead or Alive by Bon Jovi. And yes, texan.