ame:Johnathan Ferendir. Alias:Fenrir Gender: Male Skin Tone:Caucasian. Weapons:A Carpet knife,M9 and a smaller blade on a holster within his left boot. Bio:A born survivor he has scavenged and fought alongside his Sister Elaine Ferendir,yet after encountering a group of scavengers they introduced themselves. Their names were Hank Jeffries,Steven Dale,Katelyn rosswell and Gregory Canders. They traveled for a short while until Gregory caught frostbite and lost a toe, this ensued into a fight eventually ending with 3 Dead including Elaine being shot twice in the back. The Two survivors Hank Jeffries and Johnathan Ferendir went their separate ways after Jeffries was shot in the arm and Ferendir with a shin sliced multiple times causing the limp he now has. Now he weathers the storm alone awaiting something... Age:32 Appearance:A blond middle aged man with a Van Dyke beard,Clothing is a black long sleeve shirt,Fur leather coat that's very thick,Brown gloves,Black Cargo pants with a M9 Holster on the right hip and Black boots with a knife holster. And a Ski mask top top it off. Equipment:Small survival pack with minimal tools. Rope,lighter and two screwdrivers.

Name: L'ai Race: Wendigo [spoiler]looks like zoroark[/spoiler] Resistant to cold due to large amounts of fur on his body, but it easily catches fire Perk: ghost, very stealthy esp. at night Equipment 1. climbing gear 2. binoculars 3. NVGs weapons 1. Glock 18 using hollow point 9mm 2. AK-74u SMG 5.56 rounds 3. SPAS-12 12 gauge shotgun, ((either run semi auto or pump action)) Appearance: wolf-like body covered with black fur with red accents, scar running down left eye Misc whatever you do, do not make fun of his appearance you will regret it

Name: Jez Race: Urgal Equipment: -Heavy snow Jacket/pants -Kevlar -Respirator w/ goggles Weapons: -Bolt action Ruger M77 rifle -Colt M1911 -Hatchet Personality: -Quiet -Reserved -Kind Anything Extra: Prefers to hide his face whenever possible. Tries to hide his emotions aswell behind his expressionless mask and goggles.

[b]Eilis[/b]: Female, human. A slender Irish woman, lived in upstate New York before the event. Her former boyfriend was part of a prepper cult, but sadly they never survived to use their stockpile. A Nordic skier at her high school, she uses her old equipment to help her in the frigid conditions. [b]Equipment (on hand): [/b] Weapons__ Long rifle, rpk-74, bi-pod, 5.56 rounds Short rifle, Cs5, McMillan subsonic rounds, cs5 rifle standard equip Side arm, m1911, .45acp, serviceable suppressor. Gear__ Skis, cross country slightly battered Climbing gear, including ice axes. German Greatcoat scavenged from her boyfriends fort. Serviceable 25um particulate filters, with mask. Various camping and survival necessities packed into a 38L bag.

Whoops,posted bio in wrong thread. Let's try again. Brady aka the Hunter (human) Heavy white jacket Uses combat knife and suppressed M9 Backstory : One day seen above ground ,not much is known about this man. He is a kind of bounty hunter . Wendigo honor him.

[b]-Name: Clarissa Zendare -Species: Human -Eye color: Green -Hair color: Blond -Nationality: British -Age: 16[/b] [b]-Backstory:[/b] [spoiler][b]Disliking the mindset of most other humans, she wonders the world (mainly around old UK) helping those in need, but mainly herself. Being a wonderer, and self proclaimed outcast, not much is know about her. Catch her while she's trading to see if she'll talk.[/b][/spoiler] -[b]Weapons: [i][u]Trusty Rusty;[/u][/i][/b] [spoiler]https://acutaknives.files.wordpress.com/2013/01/rusty-knife.png [b]A knife Clary found, made from a hard metal she cannot identify.[/b][/spoiler] [i][b][u]Little Bang;[/u][/b][/i] [spoiler]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AUj_n5eStjA/Td3NQXloOCI/AAAAAAAAA7w/d2zFWj1Zi_A/s1600/WASP_gun_revolver.jpg [b]A 9mm that Clary's old man gave her for her twelfth birthday.[/b][/spoiler] [i][b][u]Unseen, Unafraid;[/u][/b][/i] [spoiler]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/e2/41/ee/e241eeea43abcb1051dcac52c770a50a.jpg [b]A suppressed, .50 cal sniper rifle that Clary found by pure luck.[/b][/spoiler] [b]-Equipment: A flashlight, gas mask, and a MP3 player with headphones. -Fun Facts: Hates the slavery of the dwarves and scavenges for a living.[/b]

[b]-NAME-[/b] Alice Williams. [b]-ALIAS-[/b] N/A. [b]-RACE-[/b] Half breed. Half Urgal, half Human. [b]-AGE-[/b] 29. [b]-GENDER-[/b] Female. [b]-SEXUALITY-[/b] Lesbian. [b]-WEIGHT-[/b] 125 pounds. [b]-HEIGHT-[/b] 5'9" [b]-APPEARANCE-[/b] [b]-PERSONALITY-[/b] Naive, nice, caring. [b]-BIO-[/b] Might put later. [b]-ARSENAL-[/b] -[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195850414/0/0/1]The AK-74M.[/url] This love holds a reflex sight, a laser sight, and an extended magazine. -[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/196426447/0/0/1]The Saiga-12.[/url] This baby holds an extended drum magazine, allowing it to hold 45 shells. It also has a reflex sight and a laser sight. -[url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/195851213/0/0/1]The Revolver.[/url] It has a silencer, a reflex sight, and a stock and foregrip. -Military grade gasmask. It filters poisonous gasses, radiation, smoke, all that bad stuff. [b]-EXTRA INFO-[/b]

-Name-Thalia -Alias-Delta -General info- -Age-unknown -Appearance-Refer to the pic -Personality-Kind, caring, no bullshit -Backstory-Tired of everything that's been happening and being able to do nothing about it, she sought out a way to change that. She found a way, which was being cybernetically augmented. Apparently, people had found a way before the war but were never able to get it out of its alpha stage. She improved upon it. Now, she wanders, settlement to settlement, trying to make a difference. -Weapons-Marksman rifle, Assault rifle, large combat knife -Equipment-Her weapons, a special helmet, and a brown tattered cowboy duster -Anything else -Limbs are cybernetic, but torso is human. Torso has retractable armor -Cybernetic limbs allow for super speed, strength, and no pain felt if injured -Senses heightened from implants -Body is cold resistant

-[b]Name[/b]: Durin Hallwinter -[b]General info[/b] Male Dwarf, 54 years old -[b]Backstory[/b] [spoiler]Durin Hallwinter and his Tribe lived underground in Northeast America, in abandoned outposts and remote shelters, where useful materials were abundant. However, the exodus of people fleeing inland, where the radiation was lesser, began driving the beasts that served as both predator and prey after them, and forced Durin's hand: he left his Tribe to follow the path of food, with wits and his hammer the only friends he had. Despite Dwarves' usually solitary personalities, Durin is relatively friendly with people, when he trusts them, and is known to crack a joke even with random strangers. Though he once always used to see the bright side of things, years of being alone has taxed his jovial nature, and has taught him the lesson of necessary cruelty. [/spoiler] -[b]Weapons[/b] [i]Widowmaker[/i] [spoiler]A strange, custom built sledgehammer, the [i]Widowmaker[/i]'s head is electrified, and the insulator hilt has wires connecting the head, to the batteries on his back. Not only is the hammer extremely deadly in melee combat, it can electrify water or hard ice if it comes into contact with it. [/spoiler] -[b]Equipment[/b] [spoiler]24-Military Grade lithium ion batteries, a heavy leather coat inlaid with fur, hiking boots, biker gloves, and of course, his hammer. [/spoiler] -[b]Anything else[/b] [spoiler]As a Dwarf, he is inherently more resistant to temperature than Humans are, and his skin is thicker. [/spoiler]

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Name: Nathan foley Age: 23 Race: Human Desc: 6'2", brown hair, brown eyes. He's a thin yet fit man, who's know hardships. In spite of it all he remains unbroken. Equipment: SCAR-L, M249 B, M9 beretta. ACU pattern uniform with helmet, plate carrier and backpack. A gas mask, rations, Geiger counter, and radio.

Name: Aquilo Polaris Age: 25 Appearance:[spoiler]Aquilo, standing at 6'1, is fairly muscular, fair skinned, blonde haired, and blue-eyed.[/spoiler] Race: [spoiler]Aquilo was born mutated. His family has a genetic history of passing on a mutation every few generations since The Freeze. His mutation solely affected his brain. It increased the usage from the normal 10%, focussing on more productivity in the frontal lobe, parietal lobe, occipital lobe, and Cerebellum at the cost of dampening the Temporal lobe. Because of this mutation he gets frequent headaches, nosebleeds, and has become heartless. Feeling little emotion.[/spoiler] Weapons:[spoiler]Aquilo uses a variety of weapons, but is particularly good with more "uncivilized" weapons. He carries a 6-foot whaling spear, a variety of knives, and a katana on his person at all times.[/spoiler] Gear: [spoiler]Aquilo wears a hooded coat, with a beanie, goggles, and a cowl underneath. Over the coat he wears a large fir cape covering his shoulders. He also has thick cargo pants, filled with deep pockets to store just about anything. [/spoiler] Biography:[spoiler]Aquilo was born in California. His family lived in a tribe, the Pagos Anthropoi, (or Pagropoi for short) who lived for hunting and fishing. They particularly loved hunting the Harksul, one of the most illusive and dangerous creatures of the sea. Every 5 years, the clan chooses its best hunters to take on the task of hunting the Harksul, though success is a rare fortune. This festival of sorts always took place in the spring. When Aquilo was a boy it was his desire to be one of his villages hunters, and slay the Harksul. Not only did his tribe hunt animals, it also tamed them. It was common to sea tamed animals on the streets and in houses. One spring, the hunters set out to claim their prize. At the time, Aquilo was 25 and ready for his first hunt. As one of the most skilled hunters in the tribe, he was chosen as the representative of his village. The hunt was a disaster. The Pagos Anthropoi's hunting party traveled to the edge of the ice, and set their boats in the water as usual. Little did they know, a group of drowners had migrated from the Northern waters down to the Pagropoi's waters. The drowners struck with surprise and ferocity. The hunters tried fending them off with their spears, bows, swords, and hands, but there were too many. Aquilo's boat was the only one to survive the initial attack. Him and the other four in his small boat rowed back to the ice and ran for the village, Drowners in tow. By the time Aquilo reached the village he was the only hunter left. The village didn't stand a chance, within hours drowners had killed everything, everything except Aquilo. He battled with the ferocity of a Harksul and the lethality of an Ice Worm. The Drowners, only twenty strong after destroying the village, couldn't match the speed, skill, or violence of their adversary. In the end, Aquilo was all that remained. Remaining only to wander the icy hell alone....[/spoiler]

[b][i]Mercenary Faction: The Howling Wolves[/i][/b] [b]Location:[/b] Nellis AFB [b]Allegiance:[/b] Whatever they see best for themselves in the long run [b]Leader:[/b] Alex Wilson [b]Gear:[/b] [spoiler]Most of the soldiers that work for the Howling Wolves wear typical military combat gear, nothing too fancy. Wilson is the only one to have power armor. A few specialize units have Ghillie suits and Juggernaut gear. [/spoiler] [b]Weapons:[/b] [spoiler]Assault Rifles: SCAR-H, M16 Carbines: ACR, HK416 SMGs: MP5, UMP-45 LMGs: M240B, M60E6 Sniper Rifles: Barrett M107A1, M40A5 Shotguns: M870 Marine Magnum, M1014 Marksman Rifles: M39EMR, Mk11 Mod 0 Melee: KBAR, Seal knife [/spoiler] [b]Vehicles:[/b] [spoiler]On Nellis, they have a few working vehicles. A couple of old M113 APCs with M2HBs still work, as do several Blackhawk helicopters. The base also has several DPVs and armored gun trucks, and is guarded by howitzers and a few SAM sites.[/spoiler]

[i]No gods, no masters.[/i] Name: Alexander Wilson Alias: The Boogeyman, Courier 6, Six, The Minuteman Age: 26 Appearance: T-60F Power Armor (Gunmetal grey paint job) X-01 MKVI Helmet ( Gunmetal grey paint job, orange eyes) A tattered hunter-style cloak (Old World flag). The armor appears scratched, scraped, and worn. Blood is splattered across his mask, and an alpha male deathclaw skull adorns his left shoulder pauldron. The Deuce sits atop his right. When not in his armor, he wears NCR Veteran Ranger armor. The armor is not base model, rather, it has been retrofitted with Venom Incorporated technology to make it stronger and more durable. It no longer has a fusion core, and runs off of a protected tytrium reactor in the chest. Previously weak areas have been sealed and up-armored, with some parts being replaced with even stronger ceramics and poly-carbon weave. Weapons: [spoiler]A serrated machete http://www.recoilweb.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/SOG-SOGfari-Machete.jpg (x2) Smith & Wesson Model 500, a .50 cal revolver with a five-shot cylinder http://www.badassoftheweek.com/badass-sandw500.jpg MG3 light machine gun (My Little Friend) http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/deadliestfiction/images/c/c1/RheinmetallMG_3.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110731204737 Remington 870MCS (Pistol Grip Pump) http://www.kellyenterprises.net/images/stories/virtuemart/product/ellet-bos-shop-guns-pics-035.jpg The Deuce: shoulder-mounted M2HB .50 caliber machine gun, is removable. http://www.mockingbirdprecision.com/images/IMG_0558%20edit.jpg Various grenades. [/spoiler] Armor Abilities: [spoiler] Tesla field which shocks anyone who touches the armor, provided that they touch him with a metal or conductive object. Blocks 50% of all energy attacks, can be overloaded to form a pulse blast, however, this nullifies the Tesla field for 4 replies. Two pulses will render the Tesla field null for the rest of the fight. The armor is fireproof and radiation proof, and can survive immense falls. Bullet proof, and capable of surviving mininuke bombardment. Helmet has thermal headset and built-in filtration unit. Despite its strength, the armor can be staggered and he is not the most agile fighter.[/spoiler] Perks: [spoiler] Cowboy- more accurate with handguns Rifleman- more accurate with two-handed weaponry Terrifying Presence: They call him the Boogeyman for a reason. He cannot be intimidated, scared, or otherwise. However, he can intimidate and scare others into surrender. Cybernetic enhancement from Big MT- He cannot be poisoned, is much stronger physically, and has extreme probability calculating skills Immune to poison/drugs Psychic blank He's also nuts. [/spoiler] Bio: [spoiler]For the oldies, you know him and you love him. For the newbies, be careful. He can go from being your friend to bashing your skull in with a baseball bat. Originally a courier, Alex Wilson was shot in the head and buried in a shallow grave in the Mojave. After being operated on, he survived, but was forever changed, remembering nothing of his previous life. Setting out on a course for vengeance, he eventually ended up killing off every faction in and around New Vegas, and taking the city for himself. Eventually, he would use his Transportalponder to teleport himself to the Digital Dojo, where he trained and became an even more deadly fighter, his brutality and sociopathy earning him a reputation. During the war with Perth Varcoe and June, he killed Cobalt Phoenix with his own blade, and was ostracized for a while for his betrayal. He would eventually leave for a while, only to come back and be recruited by Venom Incorporated, who he worked for until the death of Venom. Now, he's back to what he used to do, kill people. Somehow, he's ended up here, and has taken Nellis Air Force Base as his home turf. from there, he's been building a mercenary group to hold down his area, repurposing old base howitzers and SAM sites. He's very sarcastic, vulgar, rude, and intelligent. Often, he'll insult people both subtly and openly. His personality really depends on who he's with. He can be very protective of friends, and ruthless with enemies. Wilson is skilled with any sort of combat, having killed deathclaws with pretty much anything.[/spoiler]

-Name: Seamus "Cosmo" Parrison -General info: hailing from Ireland, hence his name, is now integrated into the local tribes, owns a strange suit of armor -Backstory: hailing from Ireland, Seamus was never much of a warrior. Until everything went to hell and he found himself being preserved in an experimental cryo machine in a top secret goverment plan to preserve human life. The local tribes raided the area and found him, preserved in an experimental suit of armor. Believing him to be an astronaut, named him Cosmo. Having severe amnesia he forgot his past life and now identifies with the locals. -Equipment [b]ARTHURIAN CLASS II battle armor:[/b] experimental Irish battle armor, created in the technological advancement to possibly give a man the ability to fight on in space. Gives medium protection to ballistic and physical things but is highly resistant to Radiation and/or a vacuum. -Weapons: [b]streyr AUG: [/b] the mainstream combat rifle of the Irish military. [b]Ancient Grestsword:[/b] reinforced with modern metals and technologies, the story of this blade continues on into the new world, along with the survival of Irish culture. [b]"Cian:"[/b] a Street dog, obviously adapted to survive in the cold, mutated to have rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. Cosmo usually gives him a Kevlar vest for protection from whatever may attack him

[b]Name:[/b] Boon [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Age:[/b] 32 Years [b]Personality:[/b] Greedy and selfish, willing to sell out his team for a cracker and some beer. Very hard to earn his trust. [b][u]Backstory[/u][/b][spoiler]Boon grew up in a small settlement located in the subway which served as a military checkpoint in the brief moments of order which remained after the Fallout. After a rather immature argument at the age of twelve, he decided to run away with a caravan, only to be sold into slavery a mere couple of weeks later by the same caravan. At the age of seventeen, another slave which rolled with the caravan attempted to escape, only to be restrained and ratted out by Boon. After that, the Slavers considered Boon something in the middle; not quite a slave, but not quite an ally either. Eventually, the group of Slavers were ambushed by Raiders and killed— except, however, for Boon, who promptly proceeded to sell out the Slaver's base of operations in exchange for his life. Now, he takes whatever leads he can get, selling his loyalty to the highest bidder... And his group to the next.[/spoiler] [b][u]Weapons[/u][/b][spoiler]Heavy Duty AJAX-12 Shotgun (Featured in picture): A shotgun taken from home, stolen by the Slavers, and taken back again, the AJAX-12 Gauge Shotgun is a heavily modded, heavy duty weapon with an ACOG Low Zoom Scope, designed for extensive use with minimal management required. Takes various 12 gauge rounds. [url=http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/6/6b/Art_of_FO4_Syringer.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160208184311]Syringe Rifle[/url]: Another weapon taken from Slavers, this gun is designed for the recovery and capture of sentient spaces, although with the correct munitions, the user can utilize it in more... Creative ways. [url=http://rs220.pbsrc.com/albums/dd192/carl3989/003-2.jpg?w=480&h=480&fit=clip]Bullhead Revolver[/url]: A midrange revolver designed for ease of draw and use with a Bull Barrel, carbon fiber grip, and ACOG Reticule.[/spoiler] [b][u]Equipment[/u][/b][spoiler]Gas Mask: A military grade gas mask designed to filter radiation and toxic gasses. Trekker's Outfit: A trench coat with a hood, electrical gloves, cargo pants, and combat boots. Combat Vest: A modified Kevlar vest lined with pieces of scrap over it, worn underneath his clothes. Utility Pack: A large backpack stuffed with various equipment, including climbing gear, tools, and a camping set. [url=http://datafortress2020.com/ultrachrome/civveh_files/image023.gif]Reaver[/url]: A massive chopper meant for unsteady terrain and massive cargo weight, constructed from cannibalized vehicle parts and recycled scrap.[/spoiler]

Name: Jackal Luna Age: 45(human lifetime=22) Race: Kiln (Resistance to radiant half life-Susceptible to high radiation half life. Immense strength-Running speed slower than most unnatural creatures Climbing speed-More fall damage Perk: Persuasion over life) Body: Stands at 6'9" being quite tall and lanky, his clothing prevents most investigation of his true body however, and height seems to be the only revealing aspect of his origin. BackStory: Jackal is a mysterious traveler who came from what he mentions, "A different realm on its own, a reality separate from this one, older." His gloves represent some form of rank or power but no one, neither him has concluded exactly WHAT the gloves he wears actually represent. Other than this, his figure is a mystery of its own. Equipment: Jackal wears a pair of very large mahogany colored leather gloves he wears, each glove has a respective insignia of a steel colored cog about the size of a baseball. Weapons: The Cog Gloves (his hands) Heavy Bolt Cross Bow with Brass Bolts G2-OW Marksman Semi-Automatic Rifle (like a mid range sniper, not too close but aimed and calibrated for a longer distance) Charcoal Colored Heavy Hatchet (for looting and moving around) Ice Pick (exactly what its meant for, but also for combat situations when in a pinch) Description: Jackal wears a very thick black and red checkered flannel paired with ash gray snow pants made of some strange water resistant material. He wears charcoal boots lined with iron plating and fur. He wears a white mask that has two silvery orbs as the mask's 'eyes' and has a black hood with red fur lining the rim. His eyes are a bright yellow flecked with ruby color and has Snow White hair and a nearly white skin, looking like another race. Sexual Orientation: Not exactly active enough to be considered anything other than Asexual. Yearns for a partner someday in the future but does not seek it. Personality: Jackal is... Mysterious in his intentions... He thrives more individual power in order to find, or create something. He places himself in the way of those with the intent of destruction. He is serene, collected, and has an overwhelming protective presence.

Name: Villi Skarhonsson Age: 26 Height: 6'5" Weight: 200Lbs [spoiler]Average build, brown hair, blue-green eyes.[/spoiler] Race: Human Occupation: Coastal Raider Backstory: [spoiler]Born in a Government Vault near Oslo, Norway, Villi would otherwise have been a normal child had the war not changed the world that his family lived in. The Vault opened to the outside in his younger years, which lead him to believe that leaving would be his best choice when he came of age. This, he'd find out, was just as much a bad choice as a good one.... [/spoiler] Equipment: [spoiler]Vault Defense Team armor: -Sturdy, easily repaired armor that provides decent protection from most attacks. -Helmet has a primitive HUD and Flashlight system. Shows time of day, compass points, and other minor information based on direction and weather. ArkTech Viper Defense Rifle- (Seen in Armor Picture) A heavily modified and sturdily forged rifle designed to last, even when maintenance stops are few and far between. -Uses the NATO standard of 5.56 ammunition. -20 round magazine. -Is compatible with specialty ammunition like Tracers, AP, or HP rounds. -Carried or slung over back. M107 Naval- A short barreled anti-materiel rifle used by the former U.S Navy to keep enemy small boats away from ships. Now, it's just a bigass battle rifle for a mad Norseman. http://i.imgur.com/5mzSH67.jpg -10 round magazine. -Carried or slung. -Uses .50 caliber shells of any type. -Carries few magazines, as they are bulky. Sawn-Off Shotgun- You know the drill here, everyone should. -2 shots, Birdshot, Buckshot, Slugs, Beanbags, etc. -Holstered on his boot. [/spoiler]

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Name: Elias 'Cypher' (Last name missing) Race: Hybrid (Human, Unknown species) Age: 30 Build: Slightly muscular Appearance: [spoiler]He's got black hair, and brown eyes. There's a scar across his face, from his right cheek to the left of his forehead. (No eye damage)[/spoiler] Armour / Clothes: [spoiler]A winter camo cloak is seen worn over his leather armour. There are some Kevlar armour hidden on his armour. The sleeves can be easily rolled up, plus he has a hood and a scarf.[/spoiler] Personality: [spoiler]He does not talk a lot. But when he does, it's short and straight to the point. When he trusts someone enough, he talks a bit more. Karma: He's neutral, but he normally leans more to the good side. He'll do any bounty, good or bad.[/spoiler] Equipment: [spoiler]Model BXQ (AWP variant) 4X - 12X Scope Bipod Flash hider Skeletonised stock (Standard magazine) ERDL winter camo Uziel TZ2I ACOG 1.4X sight Handguard w/ Laser pointer (Green) Silencer (Default stock) (Standard magazine) Spray winter camo Marakov Improved sights (Red glow) Silencer Quick reload spring Digital winter camo SNP Crissbow Dual bolt fire[/spoiler] Backstory: [spoiler]Revealed to Boone: Elias is a escaped Area 51 test subject. He was a prototype for a type of race, making his genes valuable for them. He is still hunted down by them even today. Rest be found.[/spoiler] Abilities: [spoiler]- Has the ability to have his left arm mutate into a blade of sorts. - He also can turn his arm into a Bullet-resistant shield used for blocking... Well, things. But it can break, and has to regenerate for a couple of turns. - He can see heat signatures, but it cannot be overused. More than three turns using it will give him a headache.[/spoiler]

Name: August Jaeger Race: Half Blood, Human/Jotun Age: 57 Height: 6'8" Build: Athletic Weight: 210 Background: The son of a Jotun Father and Human Mother, August was raised among humans in Techora as his father had died during a skirmish with Qunari. Due to his Jotun blood, he was stronger and faster than his peers, and grew to a larger size than them. He became a adept warrior, protecting his people from attacks from other races. Due to being a Half-Blood, August ages slower than a normal human, as even though he is nearing 60 years old, he has the appearance of a man in his early 20's. Equpment: Two Scimitar Swords, Khopesh Sword, Leather Armor, Wolf Pelt Cloak, Kevlar Vest Personality: Observant, Direct, Cunning

Name : Alaric Silvertail, the Packless Race : Urgal, wolf Age: 23 Physicals: dark Brown fur with hints of red. His tail has a solid strip of silver running g it's length. one crystal blue eye and the other is solid white. Height 6'3" Gear: leather/hide armor Recurve bow Triblade claw Hooked hunting knife

[b]Name: [/b]Andreas Ryder [b]Gender: [/b]Male [b]Age: [/b]29 [b]Height: [/b]5'11 [b]Weight: [/b]140 [b]Build: [/b]Muscular-skinny mix [b]Gear: [/b] --Pure white jacket, pants, shirt and hat to blend with snow. A camouflage technique. --Pure white compound bow with red dot on side, for improved accuracy and ranged takedowns. --Quiver of arrows. Both the arrows and quiver itself are white for camo. --White bladed cutlass sword, with matching hilt, for Close Quarters Combat. --Pair of brass knuckles laced into white gloves, to pack an extra punch. [b]Biography: [/b] [spoiler]Andreas was a human boy, his family and small tribe always moving about. His people, the Drevyan, took pride in their nomadic ways. So at one point, Steven left the tribe on his own journey. He still wanders to this day, looking for something... Something that no material can pay for. True happiness and freedom. And he'll be damned if he doesn't find both of them. [/spoiler]