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 Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:26 pm
Name: Ace Maxwell
Age: 24
Occupation: Drifter
ARM of choice: Double Rapier Ez Bantorain 93Rs
Ace grew up in a small settlement called "Boot Hill" and lived quite peacefully with his Mother and little sister. The two story farm house was quaint and homey. The whole village was peaceful to be exact, and that was just not what Ace wanted. He had heard tales of the gunslingers and Drifters that had come through as well as a few stories about his grandfather as well. Each one made him yearn more and more for the same wide open spaces that the Drifters called home.
After a long and very indepth conversation with his Uncle Clive, who was a proffessor of Archeology, he decided to set off on his own.
Not really knowing how his mother would take the news, he didn't want to break the woman's heart after all, he told her quite plainly that he wanted to become a Drifter. The tear that fell from his moms eye was one of mixed sadness and happiness. She took him into the attic and placed a leather holster in his hands. It held two places for ARMs. The next thing his mother gave him was in fact the very same ARMs she used in her own travels, meating his uncle Clive, Jet, and Gallows along the way.
So with a hug goodbye Ace went on his way and has yet to look back. He can feel his Drifter soul calling, and the need to spread his wings and fly through the wasteland of Flagaia.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 11:55 pm
Name: Charlissa Bliss
Occupation: Drifter/ Bardic Treasure Hunter
Age: 25
Height: 5'5" Weight: 120
Appearance: Med. length blond hair, blue eyes and white skinned.
Gun of choice: The Kama 42X Model
Background: Charlissa grew up on a small farm outside of 'Junction Point'. She was very good at helping her father tend to the animals and the fields. One day our farm was raided. My Father sought revenge and went to bounty hunt the heads of those men, only to never return home. It was hard to manage the farm, my Mother was ill and I was an only child. My Father treated me like the Son he never had. So, after she passed on, I had to forfeit our land to Junction Point's bully of a Mayor to pay back the debt owed. I was 17 when that happened. I became a thief for a couple years until I tried to steal from a very attractive drifter that was a Treasure Hunter. He saw thru my act and I trembled at his touch. I was in love. To bad it wasn't the same for him in return. After repaying him for my actions as a trade for him not turning me in, I became an apprentice of sorts. I learned most of what I know from him. I went my separate way after a few years and after realizing the love I felt was only one sided. I then decided to adventure and turn on the charm to get what I wanted. I never used to be selfish, maybe I'm not completely selfish. But who knows...
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Aiyana_of_Limdule Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 4:49 pm
Name: Vance Caradine
Age: 23
Home town: Baskar Village
ARM of choice: Modified Coyote M17F
"My wings need to stretch out and let me fly"
That could be Vance's modo. He had heard it from his father enough when he was little. He grew up in the native village of the Baskar colony. The group of people said to have the magical bonds linked to the Gaurdians of Flagaia. With his Father's mediums in hand Vance tried to set out on his own, but found himself coming home battered bruised and beaten each time.
Determined beyond even his fathers stuborn streak to be free of his herritage, Vance chose the life of a Drifter. He "Barrowed" his fathers ARM and set off to the town of Little Twister to meet his cousin(?) Ace. He was looking for fun, excitement and an all around thrill in his life.
Vance stands around 6'3" with long brown hair that stops just below his shoulders. A stray strnd usually falls in his face but he has learned to deal with it or ignore it. A red bandanna graces his brow and a yellow vest barely covered his well defined chest. His tan skin is covered with tribal tattoos and runes signifying each of the guardians he grew up around. Tan leather pants caress his legs and it is topped off with a pair of very worn boots. The Coyote is holstered on his back with the but of the gun in easy accessable position for those less than opertune times.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:32 pm
Name: Jacob Redland
Age: 26
Hometown: Jolly Roger
ARM: Sage H52 (Custom Rifle)
"Look, you hired me! Now shut up, sit down and let me work!" Jacob had just finished his apprentiship as an ARMsmith and suddenly decided to leave town and hunt for buisness amung the traveling Drifters across the land. It's something of a revolutionary idea, a Drifter/ARMsmith, but so far, he's found it livable.
He dresses finely, but has a strange twist. His brown eyes and well trimed black hair peek out from under his tophat which has a leather belt wrapped around it with verious bullet casings attached (His "Collection" he says), and wears a pitch-black vest and long coat with red trim and small cast-away but highly poslished ARMs peices as buttons and other such fastenings. His rifle is easily strapped to his side and well out of view by belts across his chest and waist (giving him a rather strict posture of 5' 11").
He can be impatient, short tempered and rude when it comes to his work, and rarely allows for anyone to press him, unless they like the view of the end of a rifle. He may take a while to load up and fire, but when he does, it's well worth it.
He enjoys saying what's on his mind, but only if he means it. There is one person though, that he can be seen traveling with... they bicker, argue, yet in the end... get the job done. One way, or another.
*NOTE* Rosen will sometimes post for Guilden
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 7:38 pm
Name: Andy Roykman
Age: 18
Hometown: Caliborne
ARM/Weapon: Darts
"I can be of great help... trust me!" He says, but you have to wonder... for someone with so much knowledge about poisons and ailments... can you really trust him? He sales all sorts of remedies and even has a surprising supply of Heal Berries on hand. But... just where does he get these?
He stands at 5' 7", with sandy blonde hair and grey eyes with an ever familiar smile. He dresses in a buckskin beaded-fringe jacket, blue pants, a set of well-worn boots and a wide brim hat. And ever present is his bag of goods strapped over his shoulder. He constantly wears a pair of large, rough, dusty-blue work gloves that have seen plenty of time in the dirt.
He is cheerful, curious and confident, with an air of "I know what I'm doing." in his speech. Some may see him as a greenhorn. Well... in truth, he's more of a Green-Thumb. That's where he gets his Berries and ingredents for his remedies (Also explains his patience), but... he'll never say it. When it comes to actual talking though, unless he's selling his goods, he usually smiles and makes others guess his thoughts (it's sometimes a game for him)
His skill and aim with darts has earned him quite the amount of Gella at local taverns and bars across the Wastelands, but in battle he adds bits of poisons and the like in order to help slow his enemies down... or stop them dead. There is one person though, that he can be seen traveling with... they bicker, argue, yet in the end... get the job done. One way, or another.
Oh yes, he loves Carrots.
*NOTE* Guilden will sometimes post for Rosen
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