The sun begins to beat down upon your face, causing your eyes to flutter open. The heat makes the air feel thick, and the harsh wind whips both the heat and dust into your eyes, nose and mouth. Another day has dawned upon you. Another struggle for survival has begun. Another day in your life is here. Another day in The Future: A Living Nightmare.

OOC: new-post-apoc-game-idea-t4453.html

Rules: No godding, FILL OUT THE SHEET, Have fun, be original, stay in character and in the setting.

Races: Human (self explanatory), Elf: Has extra sensitive hearing, increased agility, DECREASED strength and stamina. Dwarf: Increased strength and stamina, DECREASED agility and can only be a maximum of 4 feet 8 inches tall. (Will/may add more races later, if you'd like something else PM me it prior to posting your character, and we'll see if I allow it.)

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Name: Fen "Rider"
Race: Elf
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Gang: The Death Riders (Invading gang)
Appearance: Dark purple skin, with long black hair which he keeps in many small braids. His eyes are a dark, midnight blue. He's got a fairly skinny build, and thin features; though he still looks quite handsome, he doesn't look sickly.
Clothing: Fen wears a pair of black/white/grey camo print pants, black boots, a white tank top, with a black cargo/combat jacket over it sometimes, along with a red bandana on his head.
Weapons/Equipment: Two home-made revolvers, a home-made pipe-rifle/shotgun (single shell loader), and a baseball bat.
Personality: A cautiously optimistic fellow, Fen knows when to give his people hope, and when to give them the cold reality. A cunning, sometimes brutal, and driven man, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants and to provide for his crew.
Hobbies/Skills: Master Mechanic, Great Melee Fighter, Good Gun-Fighter, Excellent Driver/Pilot.
Likes: Booze, drugs, wealth, vehicles/machines, repairing things, his crew.
Dislikes: Being shot, getting stabbed, things breaking down, insubordination, betrayal, problematic peasants, lack of alcohol.
Goals: Find a good city to settle him and his crew in.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Extremely agile, and a true knack for machines. Can 'feel it in his jeans' when it comes to vehicles. Also very agile, making him a good shot and a quick fighter, with great hearing like an Elf.
Family: None living.
History: Inherited The Death Riders from his father, along with a few of the vehicles they have now. Most of the members now are part of the crew that wasn't there with his father, and they've expanded their fleet too. After his father and mother died during a ambush on their crew, Fen took over and now has been roaming with them for years, fighting whom they please and taking what they want.
Companion: None as of now.




They drove through the night, a mass of rumbling and roaring machines cutting across the wasteland. Fen was behind the wheel of his personal vehicle, a Pre-Apocalypse truck. It was armour plated, thanks to the thick steel they'd welded to the sides of it, with a mounted machine gun above the cab. Sitting next to him was one of the soldiers, literally riding shot-gun, keeping a close look out at the wasteland, to spot any enemies they may come across. Fen pulled out his walkie-talkie and broadcast to his crew, "We should hit this city within a few hours, if it still stands." Fen spoke of a city they'd heard rumor of, one that had good resources and many standing buildings. Fen hoped it was true; the last two cities they'd travelled to had either been nothing but rubble, or had not lived up to the expectations. He continued to drive, looking forward to what he hoped would be their salvation...

Edit: ((oops sorry missed the link))

Uhm, please read the OOC thread (link in the first post), read up on what kind of world this is and how it works, then please revise your character to fit into the story please... Thank you, I appreciate the interest though any help or questions just ask!

Name: Baron Karraker (Not a title. Baron is in fact his name.)
Race: Human
Age: 51
Gender: Male
Gang: The Hammers Of Fate
Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, and still muscular, even in his age, Baron is an almost Herculean figure. His beard is big, grey, and bushy and his head is shaved. He stands a towering six foot four.
Clothing: Baron's clothes are functional, usually only a muscle shirt, combat boots, and cargo pants, but he occasionally dons a well-worn leather jacket. He also owns a suit and dress shoes which he keeps in flawless condition for Church on Sunday. He also owns a small gold cross necklace.
Weapons/Equipment: A vintage .44 magnum revolver which he keeps in a handmade holster on his right hip and a rather large knife are all the he carries consistently, but he is proficient with most weapons.
Personality: A fair and benevolent leader, Baron is entirely devoted to two things: his gang and God, not in that order, of course. He is tolerant of the many races and creeds in his group and allows them to practice their own customs and religions. He feels that the best way to earn loyalty is to interact with his people, so he does frequently, enjoying games and other entertainments with his gang whenever he has free time. He is troubled, however, by the appearance of a nomadic gang that has shown signs of aggression...
Hobbies/Skills: He is an avid card player, despite not being the best at the game, and plays fiddle often. He studies religion, especially his own. He enjoys going to the theatre, regardless of who or what is playing. Baron also collects CD's and records found in the ruins of cities, and is currently looking for a CD player (He already owns a record player).
Likes: His people, Jesus, Music, Cards, Fiddle, Theatre, Education
Dislikes: Chaos, Sin, Stupidity, His people fighting amongst themselves, Violence
Goals: Protect his people from the encroaching gang and worship the Lord.
Strengths/Weaknesses: He is wise, athletic, and skilled at many things, but he is perhaps too trusting and
Family: He lives with his wife and daughter, but he also has a brother who takes care of their aging mother. He also owns a dog named Sam.
History: The Hammers Of Fate were founded by Baron's father almost seventy years ago as the antithesis to the chaos and cruelty of the roving gangs. He carved a haven of relative order out of the ruins of an old city, later found to be Ne Ork City (Or so the sign they unearthed said), which he then passed leadership of on to his son when he passed at the age of seventy-three. Baron was almost immediately forced to defend his birthright from his uncle, who he killed in a duel. Only five years into his reign as head of The Hammers Of Fate, he successfully defended his city from The Rolling Thunder, a gang of vehicle-lovers with access to many old, formidable military grade vehicles, including tanks and helicopters. His rock-solid defenses and brilliant tactics would keep the city safe from many who sought to plunder its riches. Now entering his fifties and just as strong as ever, Baron looks forward to a day when perhaps civilization can be restored and people can live without fear.
Companion: His most important companions are his family and his friends, including his dog, Sam.

Name: Typhous locke
Race: human (?)
Age: 30
Gender: male
Gang:Death riders
Appearance: 6'1,185 lbs, Typous has blue-black hair and grey eyes
Clothing: Black jeans & faded iron-maiden t-shirt with combat boots and a leather jacket-has a pair of ray-bans, but only wears them during the day
Weapons/Equipment: Two home-made swords-3.1/4th feet each, a brace of thowing knifes, and "Gator" a quad barreled shotgun
Personality: Sarcastic and stubbron, Typonus is a bit hard to deal with, however, he's also a loyal, brave, and cunning
commarde-and a living nightmare to his enemies
Hobbies/Skills: Skilled chemist/mechanic, incredibly good at surviving even the most bizzare situations, awesome melee abilities, ok shooter, insane driver, and wayyy above average physical traits(Strength,speed,durability,senses)
Likes: Women, fighting,killing, women, explosions, bladed weapons,women
Dislikes: Traitors, not having women, bullies(whats the point?), the bible-and the people who quote it
Goals: To not die, get laid as often as possible, and generally have a good time
Strengths/Weaknesses: Massively strong,fast,and tough for his size, Typhonus's greatest weapon is his mind-both in dealing with and in his various "experimemts"
However, he eats alot more than a normal person of his size, and can be painfully stubbron once he's made up his mind
Family: None
History: Offered his services to fen after seeing the young mans handiwork shortly after his assumed control of the riders-both out of genuine respect(a rare thing) and his need to feed his own desires-rarely talks about life before
Companion:

Name: Kaedai Mikailo
Race: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Gang: Hammers of Fate
Appearance: Kaedai stands at 6'4" and weighs in at 240lbs, but he isn't fat. In fact, he is very muscular, with broad shoulders. His skin is very tan and his hair is a dark brown, usually worn short. He has blue eyes and a scar running from underneath his right eye to his chin.
Clothing: Kaedai wears a tight white shirt,(think UnderArmor), dark blue jeans, and black boots. He usually has a toolbelt around him and goggles he built himself on his head.
Weapons/Equipment: As said before, Kaedai has custom-made goggles that allow him to zoom in, and they also protect him from sparks whilst welding. On his toolbelt, he carries various tools and such. He has a pistol on his thigh holster that he keeps with him at all times. Kaedai also carries a small combat knife in his right boot.
Personality: Kaedai is a talkative, funny guy. Well, most of the time. Sometimes he can be shy and anti-social, but that usually only happends around women. He is the biggest smart-ass you will EVER meet. EVER.
Hobbies/Skills: Kaedai is a genius when it comes to technology. He loves building robots, veicles, anything that presents a challenge.
Likes: Computers, Cars, Technology, Women, Cats
Dislikes: Suprisingly for a gang member, Drugs and Alcohol. Heat, Not being able to be his own boss(Only when working. Totally respects his superiors.)
Goals: To live as long as he can, serve his gang faithfully, never be unable to fix something
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strong, Exceedingly Loyal, Faithful, Rash, Shy
Family: Kaedai doesn't have a family. Not anymore. His parents were killed long ago.
History: Kaedai was only ten when his family was killed by rampaging thugs. He then floated around with different gangs until settling down with the Hammers Of Fate at age 16. A few years into is new life, Kaedai found a wonded cat and brought it back to the compound to heal it. Ever since then, he and Tam, the name he gave to the cat was his Mother's, have been inseperable.
Companion: His cat, Tam

Name: Sylvannis Do'Urden
Race: Elf
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Gang: The Death Riders
Appearance: Ebon skin, stark white hair. Bright lavender eyes that glow lavender even in the dark. (Racially, night vision eyes glow red) Fairly big in stature at 6'3" and 235 lbs. He has worked tirelessly to hone his body and mind into perfect fighting form. Although most his size would be overly clumsy or slow, he has deceptive quickness and agility.
Clothing: Light, but well fitting tan, or sandy colored clothes. Sometimes if he sits still enough its hard to see him from very far away. Also has darker clothing for the night.
Weapons/Equipment: He carries twin scimitars, that seem to be extremely well crafted considering the circumstances, strapped to his back. There are knives and other dirty little tricks up his sleeves and in many other yet to be determined places...
Personality: Has potential to be a fun, whimsical person, however when it comes down to it he is all business. The ladies seem to fawn over him, and sometimes this can be a distraction to him.
Hobbies/Skills: Very adept at hand to hand and melee combat. He's never lost in the sparring ring against anyone. He believes that guns are a way of cheating and that it would be too easy to kill people by using them, therefore he choses to only use melee styled weapons. Sylvannis is also extremely adept at hiding and not being seen if he doesnt want to be. A decent driver, better than most. Has an affinity with nature and animals. Seems to have luck on his side most of the time as well.
Likes: Company of women, fighting or sparring, scaring people.
Dislikes: ugly women, slovenly people, poeple that take more than they need, Greed, gluttony, and traitors
Goals: To live life to the fullest and enjoy every moment. To never lose a duel, or if he does, to die in said duel.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Agile, deceptively strong, great at hiding or blending in, expert melee and hand to hand fighter. Girls tend to be a weakness for this devilishly handsome guy.
Family: None remaining alive.
History: His family was lost to him in a large earthquake when he was 9 years old. The ground split open and swallowed everyone in his family, left alone he wandered aimlessly for days on end until he came upon the camp of The Death Riders. He spent many weeks following them and stealing food and other supplies when he could, until one day he was caught. Fen had noticed the slow, but steady loss of supplies and finally caught Sylvannis in the act. Instead of killing him, he recruited him for his resourcefullness and skill at stealth. Being Close to the same age they've slowly started to build a friendship.
Companion: none, yet.

Kaedai looked over the open control panel of the turret. There was a wire messed up somewhere and he had to find it. "Let's see...Targeting is alright...Reflex mechanism is in place...Ah. There you are..." He stuck his hand in and felt around for the wire. Finding it, he guided the unplugged end into the open socket near it. The turret started to power up, the machine emitting a low humming noise. "Booyah." Kaedai smiled and retreated from the inner workings of the gun, shutting the control panel and flipping a switch. The gun was now operable, thanks to him. Raising his hands, he turned to the men behind him. "Thank you, thank you." The others started smiling and dispersed. One of them handed Tam to him as he left. "Ah, there you are! Where've ya been?" The neon orange cat simply looked at him and meowed. Raising the kitten to his shoulder, it jumped on and got comfortable. "There you go. Comfy?" The cat meowed again and started to purr. Kaedai smiled wide and walked down the stairs leading from the roof. It was considerably cooler in here, thankfully. It was hell outside.

OOC: FYI to everyone, the game is not on hold, start as soon as possible .

IC: As Fen drove, the silence started to kill him. He tried making conversation with his passenger, but he was a little dense, and besides that was busy keeping a look out. Fen decided he'd try and make conversation over the radio, calling out to two of his friends, "Sylvannis, Typhous, you guys sleepin' or what? C'mon ya bastards, the cities just a few hours away! Aren't you guys excited? We may get to use our guns, kill some dirty bastards, run over some peasants..." Fen continued to rattle off, and repeat reasons to stay awake, in the most annoying tone possible, and decided he'd keep doing so until they answered him. Fen was bored, and his annoying behavior was going to show it!

OOC: I couldn't resist XD

Typhonus grinned at Fen's attitude "Yeehaw!" He shouted over the radio, his pilfered vehicle bouncing along the road
to a nearby city "I wonder how many chicks there are?" he asked over the buzzing electronic device, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
'Any idea on what kinda defence's they have?" He asked-he was'nt afraid of dying-but he was'nt eager for it either.

Fen smiled, clicking his walkie talkie saying, "If the rumors are true, this city is big, and I mean BIG! Which, if the rumors are true, means there'll be plenty of people; meaning plenty of women! But, it also means there's probably a large number of tough guys here, or perhaps a solidified gang, with good defenses.. But that won't stop us, we're the DEATH RIDERS!!" Fen cried, leaning out his window and yelling, "DEATH RIDERS UNITE!" He then fired a shot off from his pistol into the air, causing his entire gang to let out their war-cries and fire a shot off into the air, so long as they had the ammo to spare.

Kaedai entered his workshop area and put Tam down on his cusion. The cat stretched out and curled up into a little fuzzy ball, making Kaedai smile. He flipped a switch and turned on the lights in the large room, revealing work tables, various tools, and a lot of scrap metal. Moving to one side, Kaedai lifted a large canvas to reveal his latest project: an old truck. But this was no ordanary truck. It had been recently reinforced wit thick steel plates and a turret stand. There was no turret though, it was sitting on a nearby table halfway dismantled. Kaedai grabbed his goggles and put them on, picking up a small pick-like object at the same time. "Now...where's that wire..."

Baron drummed his fingers uneasily on the arm of his chair, his other fist clenched tight by his side. His bushy brows furrowed over his smoky grey eyes. "Disturbing." He finally rumbled, his voice shaking his court to their very bones. "How close?"
The young scout turned his eyes downward hastily. "A- a few hours out." He stammered. "They had a lot of wor- working vehicles."
Baron stood, placed his hand on the scout's shoulder, and walked past. The scout looked back at Baron, the giant of a man, literally and figuratively, that guided them all through this hellish world. Not much astounded people anymore. Baron always did.
"Jackson! Gibson!" Baron called.
"Yeah?" Came Jackson's voice from the next room.
Gibson stepped in from the corridor. "Yes, sir?"
"We have work to do." Baron said.
Hearing this, Jackson decided he should probably listen. He came in from the next room, drying a glass in his hand.
"I've just been given some troubling information."

Jackson and Gibson unrolled a large hand-drawn map across the table. It's edges were torn; the paper was yellowed.
Baron thrust a finger at a spot on the map, near two mesas. "This is where the first watchman spotted them. Eugene, the boy, was the one on duty when he spotted the beacon."
The beacon system had been established under Baron's father, Leo, shortly before his death. The landscape all around was dotted with mesas, so large pyres were set on the tallest ones and they were lit whenever there was trouble. By a second fire, colored with different fuels, lit next to the primary beacon, it could be ascertained where the chain was started. The signal would be repeated down the line to the city, the man on duty would spot the beacon, use the second fire to determine their foe's distance from the city, and alert Baron. In this way, the city always had advance warning of any enemies on the approach.
"That was about an hour ago. If they continued without stopping, they should be somewhere around here," He placed his finger on a second point closer to the city.
Gibson and Jackson glanced sideways at one another.
"Gibson, command the men on the walls. Jackson, oversee distribution of weapons." Baron thundered.
"Go!"

OOC: Death Riders, we've been driving for a couple hours, and now we are starting to see large buildings on the horizon. It's dawn, the light of the sun now illuminates the landscape.

IC: Fen and his gang could see what should be the target city on the horizon. Fen picked up his walkie talkie and broadcast to his crew, "Haha, my friends our salvation may be just on the horizon! Load your weapons and be ready for anything.. We'll try and find something on the outskirts that can serve as a base of sorts. Rejoice my brothers and sisters, we may have found our home!" Fen set down the walkie-talkie, and could hear a small series of whoops and rejoiceful cries come from his comrades over the roar of their vehicles.

Fen looked over at his passenger and said, "Soldier, can you crawl into the bed and man the machine gun? It's daytime, we'll be able to spot enemies easy enough now. I'd rather have a pair of hands on the gun rather than an extra set of eyes next to me." The young man nodded his head and said, "Aye aye sir! Manning the gun!" He crawled through the back window of the truck, stood and placed a hand on the machine gun while he pulled his goggles down. Fen kept driving, the city growing larger and larger as they drew closer and closer.

Typhonus grinned evilly as he heard about being within sight of a city-the city
He cocks his "Gator" shotgun-a quad barreled monster of a gun.
"Lets party" He said softly to himself as they neared the city

Kaedai looked at the gun on the table. There was just one more wire... "Alert! We need everyone up here now!" The alarm made Kaedai jump and touch the exposed wire to another. The gun sparked and the wires were ruined. "Great. Just...great." Kaedai put the tools down and grabbed his face mask. He made sure his pistol was in its holster and ran upstairs, petting the scared Tam before he left. Rising the stairs quickly, Kaedai came upon the command room of the compound. Men were shouting orders, others were running to and fro, and their leader stood in the midst of the chaos. Kaedai caught his eye and nodded before heading up on the roof to oversee the powering up of the turrets and direct the fire. There were many men running to their respective posts, and all five turrets were powering on. He walked among the gunners to make sure they had green across the board. They were, and all of the others on the roof were on alert. Watching. Waiting.

Baron watched his men scurry about him, carting weapons and ammo to the walls. A young familiar-looking man with a cat walked by. He wasn't completely sure, but he thought the kid's name was Kaedai.
Baron stepped carefully through the sea of anxious soldiers out the door and onto the street. A heat wave engulfed him. He squinted in the light.
He had a clear view of the walls from where he was, though they were walls in the loosest sense of the term. Indeed, they were little more than tall piles of rubble, scrap metal, and dried earth, but they were sufficient, with crude, built-in crenelations for men and turrets.
Baron caught the glint of a scope out of the corner of his eyes. He looked up at one of the few remaining "skyscrapers" (or so the ancient manuscripts called them) and saw the sharpshooters taking their places in the windows.
He rolled his neck and cracked his knuckles. Baron was a peaceful man.
He had an extremely long fuse, but at the end of it was a very, very big bomb.

About thirty minutes later, they were nearly upon the city. Fen, leading the pack, stuck his left arm out the window and thrust it high in the air, making a circular motion. This was to gather the attention of his crew that he'd be changing their course, so no one was caught off guard. He veered to the right, his army following suit.

Fen had spotted a large, concrete building with large bay doors, and the remnants of a path, made of two lanes of metal beams of some sort. (Rail road tracks). They converged upon the building, and saw a couple groups of people scurry inside. Fen stopped his truck about fifty feet from a set of large roll-up doors, his fleet stopping as well. They all started getting out of or hopping off their vehicles, and made their way toward the building. Just then, one of the large doors quickly rolled up, and a few people came out. Most of them brandished shovels and other wannabe melee weapons, while a few had pipe rifles and a select few had pistols. Fen quickly drew his revolvers, and let off a shot that connected with the chest of one of the rifle carriers. His gang followed suit, all of them letting off a quick, single round into one of the enemies. After the first volley, nearly every enemy was on the ground and wounded. The second volley took down the last few standing peasants, and finished off the lightly wounded. As Fen and his gang approached the dead and dying, they used melee weapons, or just their feet and fists, to finish off the survivors.

Fen and his gang burst inside of the building, much darker and a little cooler than outside. A large group of women, children, and a few elderly huddled toward the back of the building. "PLEASE!" One of the women cried, "Don't hurt us! Please take whatever you wish!!" Fen walked up to her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up. She let out a yelp and started sobbing, and Fen slapped her. "Quit your crying bitch! We are The Death Riders! If you wish to live, I suggest you run back into your city and tell your leader, if you have one, that we have arrived. We will take this city, or we shall die trying. Now GO." The woman was released from Fen's grasp, and she grabbed two children by their arms and started running. 'Probably hers...' Fen thought to himself, as the rest of the crowd ran toward the exit past Fen's gang. Fen, wanting to really send a message to the group of terrified citizens, pulled out his rifle and walked briskly behind the running group. He loaded it with a rifle round, and once he stood just inside the door of the building, aimed and fired into the back of one old man's head. "Too slow my friend..." Fen heard more sobbing after his shot from a few of them, as they all ran for the safety of the walls.

Fen reholstered his rifle on his back, then turned to his group. "Alright, bring three fourths of our motorcycles inside here, along with half the cars and all but two of the trucks. We'll work on these vehicles later tonight and throughout the darkness. I want all vehicles outside to be manned, keep a perimiter around this building secure. The rest of you, I want you to scour this building inside and out for any resources." Fen then started pointing out different locations as he said, "I want weapons gathered to be set over their. ANY WEAPONS. We can sort out the quality ones after we gather them. All food and water, store it in and around those lockers. Clothing and armour, set it over their at the far end of that loading dock. If you find fuel, bring it over there, or if it cannot be moved then make note of it's location and tell me. Alright people, let's move! I want us to be battle ready by the next dawn!" Fen then went to a quieter section of the large bay, and switched it to the private channel him and his sargeants shared.

"Sylvannis, Typhonus, meet me in the far right corner, coming from the main entrance, of the loading bay. I've got to talk to you guys." Fen ended the private broadcast, and rummaged through the pockets of his coat, til he found what he was looking for. A small box, containing some home-made cigars he'd come across in a raid two weeks ago. He only smoked one every once in a long while; they were of surprisingly high quality, but now seemed a good time to have a small celebration. He used a match to light it, and puffed a few times until it was lit. He took a drag, and let out a small cloud as he waited for his men to come to him.

Sylvannis rode on the perimeter of the group, staying just close enough to keep in touch on the short-wave radio's but not close enough to always be seen. By the time Fen and the rest of the Death Riders made it to the building and started shooting everyone, He, and his two partners, had already been parked for 10 minutes and were scouting out a perimeter. One much larger than the one that would be started by the regular soldiers in a few minutes.

They came across a few men who were hiding and waiting to ambush Fen when their attention was on the rest of the people trying to defend the building. Those men, though well armed and fairly well trained, didn't even see their end coming. Sylvannis and one of his counterparts snuk up behind three that were lying in wait, Sylvannis taking two and his apprentice the other. Simultaneous snaps, were the only noise made, but the sentries were no longer in this world to hear them as it was their necks that made the popping noise.

As Sylvannis moved on, his men quickly went about the grisly business of inspecting the bodies and taking anything of use. He did not approve of some of the things his boss did, but for the most part he and his men kept to themselves and did what they wanted. Later, he and his men would come back and bury the bodies of the men they had killed. It only seemed right. As they came around the back side of the building they stumbled upon some reserves of gasoline. He made a mental note of where exactly it was in the jungle of twisted metal and dead or dying trees that used to be a parking lot or storage yard. Once they made the complete circuit and made sure the general area was clear, they proceeded back to the gas cans and loaded up as much as they could carry.

Once back inside he took it over to where there were a few other small cans that had been stockpiled and set them down there. He had heard his radio chirp awhile ago with Fen's voice coming over asking him and the other sargeants to meet him in the back of the main room. He told his men to take a break and go relax for a while as he'd need them shortly, and then made his way back to where he saw Fen puffing on a victory cigar.