The Wasteland Rebellion: Godkillers (Sign Ups/OOC)

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Profile: Cassidy Crowe McAllister AKA Gallows AKA Hyena Man

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Age: 33
Sex: Male
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 96 kg
Appearance Details: Reddish Brown combed hair and trimmed goatee. A deep gash runs his left cheek down to his jaw. Right eye is biological and stormy blue while left eye is white and cybernetic. He has a rope burn mark around his neck. His left arm and right leg are cybernetic as well, some muscles synthetic to properly work with the cybernetics and make movements smoother. His nose is slightly crooked from being broken in the past.
Notable Apparel: Casually, Crowe most often wears a dark green jumpsuit with a utility belt around his waist. The jumpsuit is made with military grade combat fibre able to prevent penetration from smaller calibre weapons though they will hurt like hell. It is also great to keep warm.

Another outfit of Crowe's is high-grade military combat armour with a ballistic helmet with a custom steel faceplate shaped into a skull. The visor can glow and with impeccable night vision when the battery is charged enough. The areas that aren’t well covered are his abdomen, thighs and biceps.
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Other Notable Prized Possessions:
  • .45 ACP 15 Round clip Automatic Pistol “Aideen”
  • Modern components Mauser C96 Pistol “Enya”
  • 12 gauge 5 round Revolver sawed off Shotgun “Sheela”
  • 62×39mm 20 round Marksman Rifle “Ashley”
  • 9mm 10 round Hold out Pistol “Ita”
  • Survival Knife “Knife”
  • Worn paperback copy of “American Gods”
  • Old ornate Compass
  • Silver Ring
  • Family portrait locket
  • Flask
  • Cigarette Case

Faction: Former HIVE; Currently Hawker
Bio: Cassidy was born to a family that seemed to have kept their old Irish behaviour throughout the years after the apocalypse. He was born to an Irishman, Crowe, and a woman who had a distinct Nordic heritage named Jenny. The two had six children and Cassidy was their only son and the eldest. His sisters were named Ashley, Sheela, Enya, Aideen and their youngest was Ita. Cassidy’s father was a cybernetic surgeon and Jenny was a doctor though was trained as a veterinarian. As the first child and only son, Cassidy looked up to his father and whenever they could, Crowe taught Cassidy about cybernetics, making him read old worn books and study as if he was in school so that he could take over his dad’s business of cybernetic maintenance. There was a terrible incident where Cassidy got wreckage over him, practically destroying his arm and leg. Once he recovered, his father fitted him with prosthetics.
When Cassidy was sixteen years of age, a strange canine pup was brought to them to be treated. It was missing a leg and an eye. The pup seemed to have been near an explosion and near death but with Crowe’s cybernetic expertise and Jenny’s medicinal skills they managed to save the canine, finding out that it was actually a she and a hyena or at least mostly a hyena. She was fitted with a new leg, synthetic flesh and muscles along with an eye. She also had some broken teeth and Jenny apparently fitted the poor pup with titanium alloyed teeth despite her husband’s protests. The pup became part of the McAllisters and named Anne.
Jenny trained the little hyena, training her with her children who were quick to become Anne’s favourite in the world. Cassidy was very fond to throw an old baseball for Anne to catch. Crowe was slow to love the yapping pup but she worked her way to his heart eventually.
Cassidy was at the age of twenty two when tragedy hit the McAllisters. They were moving away to a larger location where their expertise would be able to support them even better and where both Jenny and Crowe could get better supplies and more profit. They were however ambushed by bandits. The bandits had no interest in just robbing them but they were at some sort of time crunch so the only thing they really did to the family was hanging them. Cassidy was the last to be set on the tree, let to choke on it, struggling. Anne had fled after getting shot in the flank and when Cassidy commanded her. The bandits left him to die at the end of the branch, his parents and sisters dangling to his left. At a somewhat subjective turn of luck, the end of the branch was cracked and gave because of his struggle, hitting the ground hard and twisting an ankle. He spent hours looking up at his family, hanging from the dead tree. Anne returned during this time, whining to the last of the McAllisters.
Cassidy found himself with the NDL, working mostly as a cybernetic maintenance for the rest of the NDL who needed it but he didn’t really hold much loyalty to them. He was with them to gain information and proper equipment. He was simply known as the Hyena Man and he never really corrected them. Once he was ready, he donned a yellow coloured combat armour with a skull plated helmet and weapons which he all named after his sisters. He also brought rope. A lot of rope.
He tracked down the bandits he thought were the ones responsible and he did his best to keep most of them alive, shooting joints and hands to disarm them and later string all of them up by the neck and cut their guts open to let their intestines hang out. Some of the NDL seemed to have followed him, curious about their Hyena guy and what they say made them start calling Cassidy “Gallows”. A few months after Cassidy’s hanging galore he abandoned the NDL, wandering to end up with the Hawkers, doing the same thing what he did with the NDL but with a company that he actually preferred.

Traits
  • Sea Captain
  • Gunman
  • Scientist
  • Tactical
  • Companion = Cybernetic Hyena
    A hyena, possessing synthetic muscles on chest, cybernetic foreleg, left eye and titanium teeth. Highly trained.
There we go.
 
  • Name: Darvo 'Hawk' Luzchezke
    Age: 30
    Sex: Male
    Height: 6ft
    Appearance:
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He stands tall and proud with wide shoulders and a very toned physique. He will always be wearing his leather but it is dependent on the day what he wears underneath.
Faction: New Deadwood Lawmen
Bio:


Darvo was always a violent boy, ever since he was young he liked to get what he wanted the hard way. Through fighting tooth and nail between his two older brothers or scrapping it out with their father. But growing up Darvo never knew that his father was such an evil bastard. His mother knew, and his older brothers knew but no one bothered to tell him. His father had always kept them fed and Darvo was grateful for that but he knew that something was wrong. His mother was never happy at dinner time, neither were his brothers. It wasnt until a group called the New Deadwood Lawmen broke into their home that Darvo realized what had been wrong all 12 years of his
young life.


When gunshots were heard outside his mother grabbed him from his bed and escorted him into the backroom of the rundown shack they had called home, in the backroom was a bathtub but it was too dark inside to see what it was inside the tub. His mother pushed him inside the room and locked the door from the outside. Darvo heard struggling on the outside and gunshots, then he heard his mother scream some insults before a loud gunshot rang out. Tears stung at his eyes and began throwing himself at the door. After a few seconds he heard voices outside the door. Unfamiliar voices, voices of the men that had killed his family. He began backing away from the door. It was kicked in and swung roughly on its hinges. The light momentarily blinded him but once his eyes adjusted he realized what the room was. It was a curing room, there were slabs of meat hanging around and he looked around the room in awe. Bloodstained rags everywhere, a pile of clothes in the corner, and in the tub. The corpse of a woman, her legs had been removed and it was then he realized how his father had kept them fed all these years. He'd been feeding them the scavengers he found in the wastes. Darvo felt a pair of strong hands grab him by the shoulders and spin him around. The man Darvo saw towered over him, he had thick mutton chops and floppy hair on top. Darvo looked behind the man and saw several warriors with various weapons and uniforms.

From that day forward the NDL became Darvo's family. He adopted the Mohawk shortly after the age of 16 and began picking up the nickname 'Hawk'. It was rare for newcomers to know his real name due to its embarrassing diction. He grew up with some of the names around the NDL being his friends, some being romantic interests. When he turned 20 Magnus gave him his motorcycle. This motorcycle became Darvo's pride and joy. Growing up with the NDL he became a true force of violent justice. His firearm skills developed quickly, every day he was training with whatever firearm they let him pick up. Eventually he knew it was time for him, he had to go out into the world and make a name for himself. Magnus sent him out to track a group of bandits that were roaming the turf near Neptune, when he was caught off guard by their numbers he recruited some local NDL help. Darvo's group consisted of 6 men and 2 women, these 9 went against 29 bandits in a bloody uphill battle. During the battle Darvo had primed and explosive and before he knew what was happening it had exploded, taking his right arm clean off. He taken to the only place they knew how to help him, Neptune. The Metro's helped find him a replacement part, his new right arm was made of a titanium alloy. Strong and sturdy, much of an improvement but he still missed his old one. He's not yet returned to Magnus or the main branch of the NDL, so few have heard news of his whereabouts. Though there are rumors spreading of a man with a metal arm roaming the wasteland and killing anyone who dares come against him.


Traits:
  • Gun Aficionado: Any type of gun feels like an extension of your arm to you, by now. You know exactly how to aim with them, the recoil no longer surprises you, and you are generally more successful at cleaning and maintaining your firearms. Outdrawing you would be pretty much impossible.
  • Tactical: If it weren't for you, the people around you would probably be picking mismatched fights and getting their asses handed to them every few moments. Lucky for them, you have an eye for picking out weaknesses in your opponent's defenses and exploiting them, as well as directing some of your allies away from fights that would easily end in defeat.
  • Mechanic: Cars and bikes are your passion. Old ones, new ones, ones with tires, ones that hover, it doesn't matter to you. You are gifted when it comes to fixing them up and keeping them running, and you can drive most anything that comes your way.
  • Crafty: Your talent lies in creating more old-fashioned equipment, such as old school weapons, armor, tools, and basic vehicles. While inventors are held back by the relative lack of high quality stuff lying around, you can make miracles out of junk, but they're not going to have that same sheen and glow. But really, who needs chrome when you can be sure that the scrap you've strung together is sturdy enough to last another apocalypse?
  • Undying Loyalty: Even when brought to extreme reaches of pain or near death his courage will never falter. He will continue to fight until he dies or is ordered not to. His loyalty is his bond and he will never go back on what he has promised.
 
Another BAMF Copper, eh?

My HIVEr's gonna have some issues getting by, it seems... XD
 
@Drifter I assume this is dead, then?
 
Yeah, sorry guys. I had to put this project on hold, as mentioned in the OP. But I welcome any of you who are interested to join in one of my other projects. Thomas McTavish has already signed up for my Science Fantasy offering.
 
Oh yeah, I'm aware of that. Piqued my interest for sure xD
 
I know. But I'm plugging everywhere because my plan for that involves more people than are interested right now. I was considering asking for help GMing this mess in the making, but fuck it, I'm down for some practice.
 
I can pass along the message to a few of my friends. Plus, hey, OOCs and banners tend to help get more folks than just an Interest Check.
 
Aw, I was looking forward to this. :(

C'est la vie, I suppose.
 
I have a banner waiting for approval right now. But when the OOC comes, I want it to look good. I can't really do that on my phone, so I have to wait until I can get back to my computer.

And it's fine. I'm sure I can mannage. If it fails, so be it. If not, then that's kick ass. Worst case scinario I can just write a book about the concept. Because that would go super well.
 
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