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Naomi Phillips

"Loosen up, it feels like everyone's expecting a funeral around here."

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a character in “The Damned II”, as played by ColorMeCrimson

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Naomi Phillips




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Name: Naomi Phillips

Gender: Female

Age:Twenty Two

Race: Tyuman

Gang: Mayday Bandits

Role: Leader

Personality: Naomi is a laid back, chill person with one of the most non-judgmental attitudes you can come across. Although skeptical of any newcomers, it isn’t hard to get on her good side, and she’s trusting almost to a fault. She thinks of her gang like brothers and sisters, willing to lay down her life for them at any given point, not that she wouldn’t put up a fight as well. Quick with a joke and a sarcastic remark, Naomi loves to laugh and make others laugh. However, she is very skittish and prefers to sneak around undetected rather than fight.

Her expectations and opinion are more realistic than they are confident or insecure, and she knows she’s not as well suited for combat as some of the others are. Her power is meant for stealth and retreat, not confrontation, and she knows it.

Power: Her ability, most simply, is to be able to connect with any inorganic object around her by physical contact. By placing a part of her body in connection with an object, the object then fuses to that part and becomes intertwined. She can only be fused with one object at a time, and it must be inorganic. Also, if the object is too heavy to move before fusing with it, she would not be able to move that part of her after fusing it to that object. The fusion is temporary, but as of current, she is able to hold it as long as half an hour or as little as five minutes, depending on the size and complexity of the object. A gun, for instance, is more complex and would be shorter time; a small rock would be able to hold the maximum time.

Equipment: No matter where she is or what she is doing, Naomi carries a small, purple backpack with her. The front pocket carries that which is vital to her, the few things in the world she calls her own: a small first aide kit, a water bottle, an extra pair of socks, a bottle of clear nail polish, some rope, a pocket knife, a metal fishing hook, a rock the size of her fist, and a blanket. The back pocket is to carry supplies when she runs off to gather it for the group, such as food.

So begins...

Naomi Phillips's Story

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Rubbing her eyes, Naomi awoke from a nap on the sofa in the room she had thus far claimed for herself. If nothing else, living in a hotel had its advantages, there was never a shortage of things to sleep on. She glanced silently at her watch, she had been out for only a few hours at most, but things could go to hell in less. Her backpack was placed back over her shoulder, never going anywhere without it, no exceptions. She tousled her hair and walked through the doorway, closing it softly behind her. There was a lobby of sorts in which the Bandits frequented within the hotel, it was the best place to take a quick head count. If nothing else, then to calm her nerves.

Descending the last flight of stairs, she saw what consisted of her group sitting around. Some where playing cards, others just talking. Scanning the room, a voice spoke up from across one of the tables. "If you're thinkin' it looks a little empty, Bacon went out." It came from someone they affectionally called Tito, a human a few years younger than Naomi. "Alone?" Naomi frowned, she didn't like it when people left by themselves. It wasn't that she thought Bacon personally couldn't take care of himself, just the rival gangs had been more active lately, more aggressive. No doubt due to the food shortage, she just preferred people had better odds when they left, not that it was a rule that was greatly enforced. Tito replied with his usual goofy tone, not even looking away from his poker game, "Yeah, we're all gettin' a little hungry here. I wasn't gonna stop 'im." Naomi rolled her eyes, "How long ago?". "Dunno." He smirked, as if he was amused by the fact that she would even bother to ask. "Alright, alright. I'll take a quick look. Nobody die before I get back, 'kay?" she joked back, the last part directed to the group, although (to no surprise of hers), no one bothered to acknowledge the comment.

Climbing out the closest window, she descended the fire escape and landed with a thud on the ground. Reaching to the skateboard she kept poking out of her pack, she placed it on the ground and sped off in the direction of the old gas station. It was a good vigilance and boundary point for their territory, surrounded by markings she knew all too well. It wasn't far from the hotel, it only took a few minutes by board, and the alley ways were almost void of any life at all. No rats, no nothing. She reached the gas station, climbing and shimming her way to the top, her board back safely in her backpack. Looking around, she saw a figure moving. Close, but not very. She couldn't tell the identify of it, but it was definitely a person, not one of those...things.

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Character Portrait: Bacon (Jeffery Nabdron) Character Portrait: Naomi Phillips Character Portrait: Maystin Character Portrait: Rowean Hope
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Gerald Maystin - Basement of a Diamond Dog Safehouse

"One. Two. Three. Peel! One two three. Peel!" Gerald was hunched over the man with a pair of pliers peeling the man's finger tips in time with his sing-song words. When he suddenly became aware he was no longer alone in the room. "Seems we have company Trevor. My delicious morsel just you hold that thought."

"Stop!" The voice cried out as he turned to the figure slowly circling around him.

He couldn't make out much besides it was a small female in an ivory colored cloak with jeans. She was obscuring her face with her bits of distinctly brown hair and the cloak. He studied her with his eyes not moving, not breathing as she circled. A silence ensued as the two stared eachother down only to be broken by the dying gurgles of the man. He'd long since taken more punishment then his body could hand and Gerald had only been preparing to indulge himself. He'd already started with the other arm which was missing up to the elbow. Gerald grinned allowing some blood to ooze from his lips as he eyed the girl with the gun. He didn't think he knew her but it was hard to tell with her being masked. Deciding he was intrigued by her guts to even be in Diamond Dog territory let alone interrupting him.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are? To what end do I owe this honor of interruption?" The grin never leaving his face as he watched her for a reaction mentally preparing himself again for her eventual attack. At the same time he'd probe her trying to get a feel for her mind softly pressing against it.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was coming in view of the gas station now. He'd noticed that other then the sound of the motorcycle earlier he hadn't seen anything alive or dead since leaving his last shelter. Stepping up on the curb from the street into the gas station's parking lot he figured he'd check to see if anyone was inside or left any new for him. They had their own system of keeping announcements through a variety seemingly random things set in a certain order.

He crossed the small parking lot heading into the building slowly waiting for an ambush that never came. He was only a few minutes away from the hotel now but he was actually kind of thirsty and he knew that there was a faucet that actually had running clean water in here. He moved through the small mostly barren store towards the one restroom.

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Naomi peered over the edge of the roof, watching the figure grow closer and closer until she was sure it was the guy she was looking for. He hadn't seemed to notice her, though. She smiled, glad things had gone as smoothly as ever. In times like these, ease was a luxury very difficult to find. And better yet, he didn't even seem injured or anything. Comically oblivious of her presence, but none the less unharmed. At least, for what she could see, anyway. Her eyes followed his movements as he crossed practically under her and into the store she was perched upon. No doubt trying for some water, which was almost as rare as ease. Maybe it would just be easier to say that everything beneficial in the slightest was getting a little sparse.

Keeping a grip on the edge with her hands, she pushed her body off the roof, then let herself drop. The drop was only about three feet once she had dangled, but she still stumbled a little bit. Bacon was moving towards the bathroom, but Naomi quickly pushed open the door and announced an enthusiastic, "Boo!" She followed it up with a small laugh, adding with a joking tone, "If I wasn't coming with such good intentions, you'd be in quite the situation, huh?" Another laugh, closing the door behind her.

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Gerald Maystin - Basement of Diamond Dog Safe House

He narrowed his eyes at the woman as she pushed him out and tried to insult him but only for a moment. As she finished her speel he slowly raised his right hand keeping his fingers balled except for the pointer. He then proceeded to wag his finger at her in protest.

"Rowean. I admire your aggressive will but I think you still don't seem to understand. Even if you miraculiously take me out. We are deep in my neck of the woods, girl. How you even managed to wander in this far unharrased is a mystery to me. "

He stopped taking a breath and stepping away from the probably now dead man.

"See the sound of violence is like a beacon to my brethren. With so many of us nearby I don't think it would be pleasant for you though I doubt there'd be much left for them after I was finished with you. I'd still like to have some civility for a time though. You could be interesting Rowean. As I said you've made it this far already."

He watched her still waiting for the moment she made her decision on how this was going to go.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was just about to open the door to the bathroom when he heard something. As he turned though he almost jumped out of his skin and instinctively pulled his lighter from his pocket. He was startled by Naomi as she stepped in shouting trying to scare him. After his intial shock left him he grinned. He was glad to see another person from the gang and she was one of his better friends he'd made since coming here. He had left without really telling anyone where he was going so it only made since of all the people to come looking for him or to run into it'd be her.

"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch."

He was still grinning as he stepped towards her forgetting about his thirst he open his arms to try and embrace her.

"I got food."

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"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch." Naomi smiled, she could tell she caught him completely off guard, he wasn’t kidding when he said he was close to letting her have it. It wasn’t something she’d flinch over, though, not yet.

”The key element there is the two seconds. I’ll worry when you actually do something.” She smirked wide, wrapping her arms lightly in her customary bro-hug. ”I’m glad I scared you, you little shit. Now we’re even. I hope you got enough food in there to make up for it.” She let her arms drop, her joking nature now turning to an inquisiting one. ”Who’s area did you get it from anyway? All ours are tapped.”

A sudden concern started to rise in her, whether or not they needed to be worried of some less than forgiving territory owners becoming aware of their intrusion. Certain areas allowed for more autonomy than others, but she couldn’t attest to their food levels. It was all a numbers game in these times. Food levels, threat levels, troops and members, everything depended on numbers. Unfortunately the Bandits were running a little low in those lately.

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Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

When she let him go,. he grinned before turning around and heading towards the bathroom.

"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it. "

He passed the end of the counter as he finished his confession.

"Just give me a second I really need a drink. "

He stepped through the gap that should have been a door into a small cramped one person restroom. Everything here still worked despite it being covered in a variety of things from blood to graffiti. He wiped the bottom of the faucet head and turned it on. Letting it run a second a spurt of gunk shot out before slowly clean water ran from it. Cupping his hands he pooled some water in it before raising it to his lips.

The water was cold and refreshing after his journey with limited liquids. He'd tried not to use anything he'd collected to have more for the rest of his gang. As he finished drinking he stepped back out into the main area.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got."

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"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it." She grinned back at Bacon, if they hadn't come by now they obviously hadn't noticed. It wasn't a huge deal, it was just something to keep note of and be wary of.

He turned back around, going to get a drink from the less than clean but none the less workable bathroom. There were only so many sources of water left, and running water was a luxury found only in select few places in their territory.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got." Her eyes pressed closed for longer than the standard blink. "There's been some unwanted….activity at our boarder a little less than a mile from here. I was actually going to go check it out." Her smile had briefly faded, these sorts of problems could mean serious trouble, or they could mean nothing at all, it was always a toss up. Needless to say, she was a bit worried. It hadn't even been a full month since they lost their last member to a Saint.

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Bacon - At Mayday Petrol

Bacon listened as Naomi told him of the activity. It wasn't the first time there had been something going on in their borders. But truthfully activity had been going up in everyone's area because of the recent shortage in mainly food. Which means an increase in the number of scouts gangs would send out to try and scavenge things. As well as a rise in zombie population in the city. Something about this city just keeps drawing them in and Bacon for one was sure that one of the gangs were experimenting on them and maybe even humans. He hadn't the faintest clue of who but every now and then someone would run into one of the rejects. He allowed himself a mental chill before he refocused on Naomi.

"Well, I don't know about you but I don't see why we are just standing here anymore?" Bacon announced playfully as he shifted the weight of the pack and did a quick scan of the inside of the Gas station again. Seeing nothing useful pop out to him he shrugged and without waiting for a response he strolled out into the open and made it to the curb before he stopped. He had just realized that she hadn't told him exactly which direction. Only that it was about a mile from here.

Feeling a bit foolish he scanned the streets and fronts of the buildings nearby looking for any activity at all. Nothing in the streets at all still. It was seriously too quiet for it's own good. As he turned to see if Naomi had exited the building yet though he saw a flicker of motion up in a window of one the buildings across the street. Turning his head he raised a hand above his eyes to shield his vision from the sun. Squinting he scanned the fourth floor where he'd seen it hoping to catch another glimpse.