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Sorry for the long wait I’m just absolutely horrible at writing lol and I’ve been horribly busy
Main characters
Laurel is tall and gaunt, standing an awkward 6’0”, her body all narrow lines and fragile angles, as though she were stretched just a little too far. Brittle like a twig and . Pale blonde hair hangs loose and unstyled, spilling down to her waist in uneven strands that seem perpetually in the way. It veils most of her face, leaving her features indistinct at first glance.
What little can be seen of her expression is easy to miss, save for a pair of dull gray eyes that can just pierce through a person in an unsettling way.
She wears an old set of student nurse’s garb made from low-grade synthread, clearly institutional issue and never meant to last beyond training. The fabric is thin and faded, creases linger where it was once folded away, set deep from long storage before being pulled out again and put back into service. It fits a little awkwardly now, as though it belonged to a younger version of her—or was never properly tailored in the first place
Ethnicity: danish/czech
Psionic hunger: her soul is a parasitical wonder, unable to get close to any anima tree or conventional meditation her psychic heat, she has to regain her strength through sapping it from the plants, animals, and people around her, and after years of psyche neglect has ended with her downward spiral
Mallory: Mallory stands at 5’7”, with a lean and thinned out by years of hard living. The grey officer’s uniform still hangs on her frame, clean but tired, its sharpness softened by time and disuse, worn for decades throughout her service. A red beret sits low and loose on her head along with a pair of black shades.
Her curly hair, once thick and carefully kept, is pulled back into a bushy ponytail threaded with the first hints of grey. Loose strands cling to her temples. Fine lines crease the corners of her dark brown eyes and cut faintly into her brow, like years of service have aged her more than she looks
There’s a calm heaviness to her expression, jaw loose, like someone who burnt their nerves out years ago and never fully recovered. She stands with a lazy slouch now, shoulders dropped, weight resting comfortably on one hip.
ethnicity: Greek/egyptian
Levi: standing proud and tall at 6’3”, a solid wall of muscle shaped by years of labor and brutal training resulted in his rather shapely body. Broad shoulders, a wide chest, and thick arms give him the look of someone who has spent a lifetime carrying more than most could lift. Scars run across his chest and left arm, faint reminders of old fights and harder work, along with a sharp jaw, rocking a buzz cut, and a faint, lazy smile that tugs at his lips.
He wears worn jeans and a loose wifebeater that hang off his chest, cheap and mass produced crap, while a deep blue flak jacket drapes open to his knees, loose and casual rather than protective. The fabric is marked by age and use, with several large patches littering his coat.
ethnicity: Latvian
Bionic arm: after he lost his left arm due to a redwood root which had utterly shattered his arm, Levi was forced to draft up after he saw the considerable debt a new arm would cost. A rather clunky, larger arm that never fit right into his shoulder, but had doubled his strength twofold
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minor characters(cause I have trouble describing ppl and their features or race lol)
Ephram(before) - a dark skinned man standing at a proud 5’5, wearing a finely woven gold and red vest, custom fitted pants, and shining leather shoes, he walks with a jaunt in his step and a cocky grin with a bright white smile to match. His hair is slicked back and eyes hidden behind wiry half moon glasses, several old silver and copper rings line his fingers marked with a different initial for different family members or benefactors
ephram(after)-hairs lost its shine and is streaked with ghost white hair, a messy and a unshaven beard covers his face, eyes filled with horror darting left to right at visions only he could see, dressed in plain white uniform and a straight jacket, a far cry from the brilliant man who had been so full of life only 2 months ago.
Tally- standing at a short 5’,
Caroline
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supplies
bolt action rifle
pump shotgun
sig p365
Iron mace
Shock baton
30 medicine
20 dynamite sticks
3 boxes of white phosphorus buckshot
450 steel
300 wood
275 silver
150 chemfuel
Entertainment and provisions
A portable radio and television
80 smokejoints
75 cigarettes and cigars
70 boxes of canned goods and
50 bottles of vodka
14 dvds
9 bottles of pain killers
8 books
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Superbia prosperitatis traditionem
Name: Levi CL47A101
Age: 29 Gender: M Race: Hussar.
Height: 6’2 Implant: Love enhancer/bionic arm/sculpted nose
High school: Military Boot camp
Blood type: AB+ Organ Harvesting: Yes
Background
Childhood - test tube farmer - to teach these future super soldiers some early manners he and many others were put to work in the fields only 3 months out of the tube
+3 farming +2 melee +2 shooting
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Teens - boot camp - at 12 many Hussars are usually shipped off the second they start to act like violent, hormonal teens ready to swing at a wrong look. Their put through brutal training and hours of manual labor to learn the meaning of hard work while being watched over by Hussars who went through the same process, ready to put any of these red eyed upstarts back in their places.
+3 shooting +3 construction +2 plants + Tough
adulthood - lumberjack conscriptee - 17 and fully done with boot camp Levi signed up for logging duty, doing his job to hold back the wild forests of redwood or pine that regrow and replenish in mere months, while being occasionally drafted to fight for the empire, to protect the county and territory he resided in to pay off several debts, having to shake his rather expensive taste and limit himself after his injury at 21
+4 plants + 3 melee +2 mining +bionic arm +brutalist
Family - Cooper(uncle) and Ayla Ellis(mother)
Skills and Passions
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Shooting-6 Cooking-1
melee-8 Plants-9
Construction-5 Animals-1
Mining-5 Animals-0
Artistic-0 Crafting-2
Social-4 Intellectual-3
Traits
Tough / Handsome / Brutalist / lazy
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Genes
Environment resistance / psychically dull fast healing / Partial antitoxic lungs
aggressive / Reduced pain
Unstoppable / Go-juice dependence / Unstoppable Red eyes. / Bulky frame
Great shooting/melee
Terrible . intellectual/animals/artistic/crafting
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Superbia prosperitatis traditionem
Name: Mallory
Age: 37 Gender: F Race: Baseliner
Height: 6’2 Implant: bionic liver/joywire
High school: Dead horse HS(1 year)
Blood type: O+ Organ Harvesting: Yes
Background
Childhood - Store front - she sat around mostly, manning the register and spending most of her days serving customers while her parents worked in the back, reading her sisters old school books as a education
+Social 5 +3 intellectual
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Teens - Mock campaigns - By 10 her older sister returned home to reprieve her of her duties, and suddenly she had plenty of free time so she joined the ‘war.’ District v district, school v school, Mallory has fought her way through kill boxes in the winter and brutal guerilla warfare in the summer, running with her gang to utterly stomp their enemies
+4 melee +3 shooting +3 mining +Brawler
adulthood - Imperial first class sergeant - Easy money, nice paycheck, and all the benefits a soldier of the empire can earn was far more appealing than sitting around at home. So enlisting at 18, Mallory served 20 brutal years in protection of her home planet, fighting hardened Rimraiders, infestations, or the occasional rebellion that would overtake regions, losing many comrades and teachers over the years before ending up under the jurisdiction of General Caroline.
+4 shooting +2 melee +chemical interest
Family - Rhea + Maren + Kalios(deceased) + kalen
Skills and Passions
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Shooting-7 Cooking-1
melee-8 Plants-0
Construction-5 Animals-1
Mining-3 Artistic-2
Cooking-2 Crafting-2
Social-5 Intellectual-3
Traits
Jogger / brawler / chemical interest / melancholic
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Superbia prosperitatis traditionem
Name: Laurel Bauer
Age: 26 Gender: F Race: Genie/base
Height: 6’2 Implant: immunohancer
school: Franwill community/Mitcha university Blood type: B+ Organ Harvesting: Yes
Background
Childhood - Sheltered child - Laurel was born a mute, no reason why she just didn’t have a good reason or anything meaningful to say. She usually spent her days being homeschooled by her grandmother or spent her time watching hours of educational vcrs
+4 int +3 crafting +3 artistic
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Teens - Savant weirdo - Laurel never got over her inability to talk and when she finally entered the school system, Laurel could care less for her classmates and was hyper focused on her dream of becoming a doctor, many a days spent engrossed in any document shoved her way, usually skipping many of her classes to study under the towns surgeons
+4 intellectual +4 Medical + fast learner
adulthood - Psychic awakening - By twenty two, Laurel was four years into her studies when a rival of hers had dumped weeks of notes and body sketches into a fish tank, Shortly had his brain scrambled and rearranged. Exile was threatened, days of intense arguments and both sides agreed to a compromise: 20 years of self exile.
+5 cooking + 3 intellectual + 3 medical +2 plants
Family - Tally(mother) / Oswin(father) / Isaiah(uncle) / Pauline Bauer(grandmother) / Caroline(godmother)
Skills and Passions
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Shooting- 2 Cooking-1
melee- 1 Plants-2
Construction-5 Animals-1
Mining- 0 Medical- 7
Artistic- 4 Crafting-2
Social-1 Intellectual- 11
Pushover / teetotaler / fast learner / psychically hypersensitive
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