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History
The world grew dark and dull after the economy died and the world as we knew it crashed. From this, a fierce war broke out to give a new rising power to the crumbling nations. Soon though the nations too fell only to have the mercenaries fight the never ending war.

Because of this, the rampant mercenaries now find joy by creating strange experiments and sending them rampaging through the less educated settlements and gunning innocent bystanders down. Through one particularly nasty revolt of the people, the mercenaries massacred the entire village rather than deal with them politically. But they missed a few.

Now
A group of survivors have formed from that same settlement. The reason, to fight and kill the people who ordered the attack. It seems as if they have risen from the dead...

Rules: Same as always. Follow the TOS. PM me all character profiles.

(Note: I kinda took this idea from another person, so, no credit for me... xP)

Accepted Characters

Survivors:

Name: Haymitch Abernathy
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Mercenary or Survivor: Survivor
Abilities: Haymitch is more cunning than he looks. Though long-distance running winds him, he is remarkably strong.
Weapon: Glock 22-Mod. ( http://www.gunshopfinder.com/Glock/G22.jpg ) and Browning Switch 3A4 Mod.
Knife ( http://www.switchbladeknife.org/resources/switchblade+knife.jpg )
Story: The drunk Haymitch's life was blown into oblivion with the massacre of the town- as were the lives of the other few survivors. He lost everything and everyone- the houses were ransacked, and everyone was left for dead. An extremely inebriated Haymitch survived only due to luck- he was trapped under the rubble of the tavern, blown down in one of the numerous bombings, and thus overlooked.
Description: http://media.photobucket.com/image/haymitch/eemluvsu/hunger games cast/clive-owen2.jpg


Name: Amnesia / John Kincaid Freeman
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Mercenary or Survivor: Survivor
Abilities: He has a photographic memory, but he cant remember anything of the incident or before then (Other than speech, how to eat).
Weapon: Keeps a cherished M4A1 Assault Rifle, along with a Desert Eagle pistol.
Story (if you want): John, or Amnesia, as he is nicknamed, was buried deep in the rubble of one of the buildings. He hit his head, and cant remember anything before the 'incident'.
Description (Writing or picture description):Amnesia is tall with shaggy brown hair and deep brown eyes. Other than that, he's convinced he looks unremarkable.

Name: Augusta Kiri Redding ((Just called Kiri))
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Mercenary or Survivor: Survivor
Abilities: Medicine maker, was going for her doctorate before this all happened.
Weapon: S-V 89 Sniper Rifle, Body ((Martial Artist))
Story: Kiri had run as soon as she realized what was happening, only grabbing her field supplies on the way out. As she attempted to flee the town, knowing that any effort she could make to fight would be futile, she fell through the rubble of one of the buildings that had been earlier destroyed. Knocked unconscious by the fall she awoke to find the attack over and herself unnoticed in the basement.
Description: Black hair cut short and ragged, her half-japanese decent molding her features. Grey silver eyes that, though usually warm, can turn icy and sharp without warning. She wears dull earthy colors, browns, greens, and blacks

Name: James Mimieux
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Mercenary or Survivor: Survivor
Abilities: Strength
Weapon: Shotgun, double pistols
Story (if you want): He and his sister Joyce were caught in the blast and separated from their elder brother Jayden. He believes that he's dead. He lost his sibling bracelet and believes that he's not going to see it again for a long time.
Description (Writing or picture description): http://i990.photobucket.com/albums/af28/hanakoizukishimu/Silverhairanimeguy.jpg


Name: Joyce Mimieux
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Mercenary or Survivor: Survivor
Abilities: Stealth, speed, aiming, sneaking
Weapon: .50 BRG
Story (if you want): She and her brother James were caught in the blast and separated from their elder brother Jayden. She believes that he's dead. She lost her sibling bracelet and believes that she's not going to see it again for a long time.
Description (Writing or picture description): http://i718.photobucket.com/albums/ww187/Blackraven9595/3393920785_ebfb63f1e3.jpg



Mercenaries:

Name: Mark dreage
Age: 26
Gender: male
Mercenary or Survivor: Mercenary
Abilities: can out run almost anyone
Weapon: in pic but what isn't shown is his modified rifle
Story (if you want): explained through story
Description (Writing or picture description): Mark

Name: Blackwood
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Mercenary or Survivor: Mercenary
Abilities: Enjoys using blades, excellent tracker
Weapon: A small collection of knives of varying sizes, Colt 45
Story: Is only a merc because he finds it interesting. With a rather short attention span he is not the first one would think to be an elite tracker. Kills and lets live without discrimination, other than the fact that if he thinks you are interesting he will near always let you live.
Description: ~link~

Name: Abernathy "Abb-e" Jones
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Mercenary or Survivor: Mercenary
Abilities: Charms the pants off of almost anybody, then blows up said pants! Can disarm a wide range of pre laid traps and bombs.
Weapon: Any kinda of explosive device but leans toward hand grenades, two switchblades, and as a last resort she carries a nine mm with a modified clip to hold extra ammo.
Story: Much of her past will come out of flash backs
Description:http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt188/strangelilcookie/zzxagen1.jpg

you should join, human. ^^

((I guess I'll start it then.))
Kiri sat perched on what looked to be the remains of a wall, though it was hard to tell in this wreckage. Long fingers reorganized the items in the large plastic case she had sitting on her knees, the shoulder straps connected to the back of it swaying gently with the wind. The similar movement of her hair was barely noticeable compared, the ragged locks cut short, giving her the appearance of a boy. Her figure, as many said before the tragedy, was rather non-existent. There was a slight clink of glass against glass as she moved on of the many small bottles that were kept in the case, protected from one another by thin foam wrappings. The case itself was a sort of mottled green with a large sticker on each of its sides showing a red cross upon a white background. Along with the bottles separated into small sections in the upper part of the case, there was a large assortment of bandages, and powdered mixtures in the larger bottom section. Syringes, needles, and small bundles of thread were clamped on to the lid of the case. Better than most field kits Kiri had put this together herself for emergencies as well as when her patients couldn't come to her. She shook her head sharply, trying to break away from the painful memories that simply just thinking brought up these days. Somewhere to her right a small pile of rubble gave way with a rumble. Sharp grey eyes flicked in that direction, and she froze, one hand going to her rifle.

The last think Haymitch Abernathy remembered was sitting at the bar, asking for another drink. Now he was laying somewhere in the dark with a great pressure on top of him, crushing his chest and confining him as if he were in a coffin. He could hardly breathe. Something was coating the inside of his mouth. He swiped his tongue around inside his mouth, and tasted what could only be described as mortar. Like what was used to construct buildings. He coughed, and felt dust filter down onto his face from the vibrations of his cough. Where was he? He had a sudden panicky feeling inside him, one that made him thrash around, trying to move and get himself free of whatever this was. His movements shifted his surroundings enough to where he was able to see a tiny spot of light just above where his feet were. The tiny ray of light served to calm him down some, and regaining himself, Haymitch kicked up at the hole from which light came. A heavy piece of whatever it was trapping him rumbled as it slid towards his head, and he managed to put his hands in front of his face before it fell on him. It never fell. Haymitch slowly opened his eyes to look down at the hole his feet had created, seeing the light pouring in.

This was when he registered exactly what this mess was. This was rubble from a fallen building, and he had been trapped in it. But not any longer. Suddenly, Haymitch knew what had happened. It was the mercenaries. They did this. He knew it. He kicked upwards once again with his feet, and the hole was eventually wide enough for him to pull himself out of the rubble. The mercenaries. They did this.

Haymitch stared, unmoving, at his surroundings. All he saw was rubble and half-blown-apart structures, many still smoking. Small fires littered the streets, and black soot covered everything with little contrast. Everything was gone.

Kiri lifted her gun slightly when the man drew himself out of the rubble, not recognizing him through the dust and dirt at first, but when she caught the look in his eyes she changed the movement and brought it up under her arm as she clipped the latch of her case and moved in a controlled fall off the wall, recognizing him as one of the townspeople, Jayson or Jayden, something like that. She hadn't live in the town for very long with her mentor, so she didn't know many of the people's names. By the way the man moved, though stiff, he was in relatively good condition. She heard another rather sort of crumbling sound and she climbed up to the top of another ruined wall, -or ceiling, she couldn't tell which- propped up at an angle to look across where the street had been, just in time to catch the sight of another man, Haymitch she though his name was, crawling out of the rubble.

Kiri shifted her case higher on her shoulder and, examining the rubble between her and him, picked her way across. Making a path going from mostly standing wall tops to where she could see that the foundations of the buildings were, careful not to make the mistake that had, in fact, saved her life. Her ankle still hurt from that fall through the floor and she knew that she was lucky that it was only a bit sore and not sprained or broken. Finally she made it to Haymitch stopping accurately just out of his arms reach.
"Are you alright Mr. Abernathy? -Wait, that was a stupid question. Are you hurt physically?" She asked, careful not to revert to Japanese as she had spoken with her mother as well as her mentor.
Grey eyes were still cautious, but they were not the eyes of one in a panic. Rather Kiri felt an odd cold calm. She understood that this was a symptom of shock -emotional rather than physical- and that it would all come back to hit her in a little while once things were relatively more safe.

Jayden shifted when he heard voices and saw another man...Haymitch, his name was, talking to the woman. It was faint, on the other side of the pile of rubble he was buried in. He tried to get up, finding that his leg was bleeding, but he didn't care. He needed...He needed to find his siblings. He began frantically shoving the broken pieces of stone and cement aside, searching for the tell-tale flash of Joyce's silver white hair or James's emo styled looks, but there was none. They were really...Gone...His head snapped up as he heard the sound of people, searching through the rubble...Mercenaries...He scrambled quietly back to the original pile of rubble he was on, vaulting over the wall he had seen the woman go over earlier and landed awkwardly, due to his leg, where the pair was. "Mercenaries..." He warned, his voice a bit hoarse. How long had he been under that pile of stone? With that said, he staggered to the edge of the wall, and peered past, careful to avoid getting caught, but able to see the movements of his enemy all the same.