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Obscure Sorcerer
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World Bio: The Earth has gone to shit. Well, at least the world's governments have. After a huge collapse in the governments some fifteen years ago- wether from mass rebellion, or just because everyone stopped caring, no one's quite sure. But one thing definitely did happen; people stopped caring about the rules, and started fending for themselves. Anarchy broke out throughout civilization, and while some banded together, most decided to fend for themselves. People took what they wanted, killed those who stopped them, and learned to survive on what they could. Some called it the Age of Freedom. But with freedom comes a price. Do you think you can pay such a toll?
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Name: Scatty
Age:19
Description:
Bio: Scatty grew up a badass. Skilled in all manner of hand-to-hand combat, she can kick ass like no other with just her spiked brass knuckles, limbs, and combat boots. She prefers not to use guns, but does have a dagger her in left boot if need be. Her mother was murdered when she was six, and her father was kidnapped when she was ten. Ever since, she's looked for him, killing all those who have any association with his kidnapping. She is usually on her own, not really liking the weight of company on her shoulders.
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As Scatty left the building, she quickly took note of the two perverts that were looking at her from down the street. It was a cloudy autumn day, and the towns buildings only seemed to make it look droopier. Most of them were broken down and abandoned, except for those that were inhabited by travelers who decided to stop in. The streets themselves were deserted. No one used cars anymore.
They had been watching her- the two men- from the moment Scatty had left the building. She had always known when people were watching her, and hated it. It wasn't like she couldn't stand when people watched her when she conversed or interacted with them. Only when there was no reason for them to do so. When they were doing it just to do it.
She turned left, away from the men, and wasn't surprised when they started following her. This is gonna be good, thought Scatty.
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Pre-Made characters. Please make sure to copy the CS below. Thanks!
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Name: Scatty
Age:19
Description:
Bio: Scatty grew up a badass. Skilled in all manner of hand-to-hand combat, she can kick ass like no other with just her spiked brass knuckles, limbs, and combat boots. She prefers not to use guns, but does have a dagger her in left boot if need be. Her mother was murdered when she was six, and her father was kidnapped when she was ten. Ever since, she's looked for him, killing all those who have any association with his kidnapping. She is usually on her own, not really liking the weight of company on her shoulders.
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As Scatty left the building, she quickly took note of the two perverts that were looking at her from down the street. It was a cloudy autumn day, and the towns buildings only seemed to make it look droopier. Most of them were broken down and abandoned, except for those that were inhabited by travelers who decided to stop in. The streets themselves were deserted. No one used cars anymore.
They had been watching her- the two men- from the moment Scatty had left the building. She had always known when people were watching her, and hated it. It wasn't like she couldn't stand when people watched her when she conversed or interacted with them. Only when there was no reason for them to do so. When they were doing it just to do it.
She turned left, away from the men, and wasn't surprised when they started following her. This is gonna be good, thought Scatty.
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