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Dusty Trails
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(Just a note that the LGBT and Sexual Themes tags are there just because stuff like that is okay. Doesn't mean you gotta be gay or wanting to bang everything. Of course anything past "PG-13" should be moved to PM. Also, at least initially, all of our characters are part of the same group of scavengers. Just come from town and meet up with Exclamation.)
The OOC for the RP with tons of info is here!)
Exclamation Point sat at the edge of town waiting for her companions to join her. They were a group of scavengers and adventurers, exploring the Junkyard Earth to find whatever scrap they thought would sell or was interesting. Most of the time they found mundane things. Those strange handled helmets, (though some people decided to cook with them. Weirdos, right?), metal boxes with slides and two slots (what the hell do you put in there?), reflective disks that make pretty good jewelry but nothing else. Still, they occasionally found something cool. Like that glass ball with the snow inside it! Or the flat book that was actually many books!
Exclamation stood up from the little dirt pile she' been sitting on and looked back towards the town, holding her hand above her eyes to block the sun. They should be out any time now.
The OOC for the RP with tons of info is here!)
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Name: Exclamation Point (Even as a child she was pretty loud and excitable.)
Sex: Female
Concept: An excitable girl with a knack for machines and the burning desire to find a working tank because holy shit, that'd be cool.
Appearance: A tan skinned woman with her black dreads tied back. She has brown eyes. She wears a tanker helmet, heavy duty boots, a bomber jacket, and patchwork pants, sewn from several rags. She also wears her backpack with her toolbox clipped to it.
Equipment: Wrench, crank rifle (with bolts), toolbox, backpack, cool lighter, half a pair of binoculars,
Sex: Female
Concept: An excitable girl with a knack for machines and the burning desire to find a working tank because holy shit, that'd be cool.
Appearance: A tan skinned woman with her black dreads tied back. She has brown eyes. She wears a tanker helmet, heavy duty boots, a bomber jacket, and patchwork pants, sewn from several rags. She also wears her backpack with her toolbox clipped to it.
Equipment: Wrench, crank rifle (with bolts), toolbox, backpack, cool lighter, half a pair of binoculars,
Exclamation Point sat at the edge of town waiting for her companions to join her. They were a group of scavengers and adventurers, exploring the Junkyard Earth to find whatever scrap they thought would sell or was interesting. Most of the time they found mundane things. Those strange handled helmets, (though some people decided to cook with them. Weirdos, right?), metal boxes with slides and two slots (what the hell do you put in there?), reflective disks that make pretty good jewelry but nothing else. Still, they occasionally found something cool. Like that glass ball with the snow inside it! Or the flat book that was actually many books!
Exclamation stood up from the little dirt pile she' been sitting on and looked back towards the town, holding her hand above her eyes to block the sun. They should be out any time now.
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