Oh, I've forgotten to add some stuff to my cs. I'll get to it at work tonight.
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Paronomasia12
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I will be posting in the IC thread and tidying up Edward's CS soon .
Please convey my deepest and sincerest condolences.Úlfheðinn said:
Jag förventar inget av deg ditt jävla arsle.
Name: Celeste Adelina Savona
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Serene Republic of Venice
Experience: Green
Appearance: Unusually fair skinned for an Italian, a trait inherited from her mother, as well as her soft, rounded jawline, nonetheless the bulk of her traits she inherited from her father. Her hair and brow are dark, oft hiding hazel eyes, her hair of manageable length and her brows thin and curved. Her smile is bright and disarming, though this a learned trait for the sake of manipulation more often than not. Her overall body is thin, and straying on the taller side, only barely avoiding a gangling appearance, with slim arms, legs, and waist, and wider hips than shoulders. Her face is usually obscured, in the practice of the Society of Painted Faces, painted in patterns of red and yellow, the colors of her Chapter.
Personality: Impetuous and decisive, born from a lifetime of thievery, street fights, and careful training, but at all times protected from real danger by her powerful patron. Can be difficult to read, as she tailors her expressions based on her desires and machinations, not her emotions, and reaching her genuine personality can take time. Regardless, she can come off as quite personable and attractive. To most, however, she is emotionally detached, having been robbed of companionship by plague or the intervention of higher ups for the sake of her carefully guided development, and thus friendship comes slowly, but once gained is unshakable. Long years spent in the confines of the looming tenements and cramped canals of the Venetian New City and her many misadventures through its winding passageways has given her a desire for adventure and to see the wider world, as her long lost parents once did.
Talents: Adept at stealth and concealment, nimble, and a fair shot with a crossbow. First language is Italian, functional in English.
Biography: Born to an Italian father and an Irish mother in 2049 in the verdant hills and highlands surrounding the Venetian mainland, her parents were part of a dying breed of traveling academics, the last vestiges of the old scholastic explorers who sought out knowledge in strange and obscure corners of the world for its own sake. Celeste's birth was not planned, knowledgeable of the state of the world and its decline as her parents were, but nonetheless they tried their best in the short four years she knew them. Work inevitably drew them away, on a new expedition to search for new and rare plants in the far island of New Guinea in the global struggle to find cures for the diseases that ravaged humanity. The Second Mors outbreak began not long after their departure, and though Oceania was largely spared, her parents would be quarantined, leaving young Celeste alone as the country rapidly descended into panic and chaos once more. Her caretakers, a family of Moroccan refugees whose visas her parents had helped secure, succumbed early on to the Mors, barricading themselves in their homes to die, and her parents would never return.
Alone, scared, and forgotten, she followed the stream of refugees shuffling towards the floating city of Venezia itself. Celeste was one of the lucky ones: born as a citizen of the Veneto Province, that had eventually broken away to form the independent Serene Republic, and having avoided contact with the plague due to her caretakers self-quarantine and sacrifice, she passed through the stringent quarantine and gained entrance to the city she would call home for the next 12 years. The historic floating city of 60,000 had grown enormously during the years of unrest and infection, and had ballooned to a population in excess of a quarter million, anchoring ramshackle quarters of the city to the old like so much flotsam. New societies and organizations flourished in the absence of the central government and in the social chaos wrought by the pandemics, especially in the lawless corners of the New City. Celeste would have inevitably starved, had she not been taken in by the core, founding members of the Society of Painted Faces.
They raised her, fed her, and gave her family, but in return her life was bound to the Society in service. It is easier to say what the Society is not, rather than what it is, but of what can be discerned of its activities beneath the oathbound secrecy of its members, is it is one of the main political parties in the electoral college of the Republic and a merchant house of some success, but under the table they operate smuggling operations, salvagers, thieves, assassins, and mercenaries. In this, they are opposed publicly and clandestinely by some two or three dozen other parties and organizations, including merchant houses and corporations, political parties, fraternities, mafias, and religious fanatic groups. Outside the city, they are one of the foremost “active-quarantine” operations, a hushed practice of forcibly removing infected or potentially infected populations from stategically important military or economic areas, often by massacre.
She is a favorite of her Initiate-Father, Giovanni LaCosta, and has until lately shielded her from the high risk or otherwise unsavory projects of the Society, relegating her to clean and relatively low risk jobs such as mansion-diving, but her growing frustrations with his coddling and her desire to prove herself in the Society have resulted in her finally joining a high profile mission to siphon a crashed oil-tanker off the Southern coast of France, beached upon a rock near Corsica. Her skills are indeed appreciable, and a valuable asset to the Society's objectives, as her light weight and dexterity contributing to stealth, her good eye a crackshot with her crossbow, and a good intuition, but her sometimes impetuous attitude and her lack of experience, especially in the world outside Venice, leaves her as somewhat of a liability in a team-based environment.
What follows is the mission log for Concerto Blackwater, 23/01/2062, by Rosso Chapter under command of His Honorable Capitani di Ventura Gregorio Abello:
Despite the failure of the mission, Celeste survived, and washed up on the shores of Southern France. She discovered the speedboat beached upon the shore further down the coast, and began the long trek North, tracking the group responsible for the death of thirty of her Chapter brothers and sisters. Barely surviving, she made her way through the wastes of France left behind by the Plague, bringing her to the empty outskirts of Paris.
Equipment:
Worn: Generally dressed for a night operation, combat boots, loose cargo pants, tank top, shell jacket (elaborated with cord and shoulder boards), beret cap (with two feathers, one red, one yellow, affixed by a brass pin), and a bandana.
Weapons: Modern carbon-fiber crossbow (black), scope, three bolts, beautifully worked stiletto knife.
Miscellaneous: Face paint (red/yellow), two days rations MREs, water canteen, 8 Venetian ducats, broken mp3 player, gas mask, first aid kit
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Nationality: Serene Republic of Venice
Experience: Green
Appearance: Unusually fair skinned for an Italian, a trait inherited from her mother, as well as her soft, rounded jawline, nonetheless the bulk of her traits she inherited from her father. Her hair and brow are dark, oft hiding hazel eyes, her hair of manageable length and her brows thin and curved. Her smile is bright and disarming, though this a learned trait for the sake of manipulation more often than not. Her overall body is thin, and straying on the taller side, only barely avoiding a gangling appearance, with slim arms, legs, and waist, and wider hips than shoulders. Her face is usually obscured, in the practice of the Society of Painted Faces, painted in patterns of red and yellow, the colors of her Chapter.
Personality: Impetuous and decisive, born from a lifetime of thievery, street fights, and careful training, but at all times protected from real danger by her powerful patron. Can be difficult to read, as she tailors her expressions based on her desires and machinations, not her emotions, and reaching her genuine personality can take time. Regardless, she can come off as quite personable and attractive. To most, however, she is emotionally detached, having been robbed of companionship by plague or the intervention of higher ups for the sake of her carefully guided development, and thus friendship comes slowly, but once gained is unshakable. Long years spent in the confines of the looming tenements and cramped canals of the Venetian New City and her many misadventures through its winding passageways has given her a desire for adventure and to see the wider world, as her long lost parents once did.
Talents: Adept at stealth and concealment, nimble, and a fair shot with a crossbow. First language is Italian, functional in English.
Biography: Born to an Italian father and an Irish mother in 2049 in the verdant hills and highlands surrounding the Venetian mainland, her parents were part of a dying breed of traveling academics, the last vestiges of the old scholastic explorers who sought out knowledge in strange and obscure corners of the world for its own sake. Celeste's birth was not planned, knowledgeable of the state of the world and its decline as her parents were, but nonetheless they tried their best in the short four years she knew them. Work inevitably drew them away, on a new expedition to search for new and rare plants in the far island of New Guinea in the global struggle to find cures for the diseases that ravaged humanity. The Second Mors outbreak began not long after their departure, and though Oceania was largely spared, her parents would be quarantined, leaving young Celeste alone as the country rapidly descended into panic and chaos once more. Her caretakers, a family of Moroccan refugees whose visas her parents had helped secure, succumbed early on to the Mors, barricading themselves in their homes to die, and her parents would never return.
Alone, scared, and forgotten, she followed the stream of refugees shuffling towards the floating city of Venezia itself. Celeste was one of the lucky ones: born as a citizen of the Veneto Province, that had eventually broken away to form the independent Serene Republic, and having avoided contact with the plague due to her caretakers self-quarantine and sacrifice, she passed through the stringent quarantine and gained entrance to the city she would call home for the next 12 years. The historic floating city of 60,000 had grown enormously during the years of unrest and infection, and had ballooned to a population in excess of a quarter million, anchoring ramshackle quarters of the city to the old like so much flotsam. New societies and organizations flourished in the absence of the central government and in the social chaos wrought by the pandemics, especially in the lawless corners of the New City. Celeste would have inevitably starved, had she not been taken in by the core, founding members of the Society of Painted Faces.
They raised her, fed her, and gave her family, but in return her life was bound to the Society in service. It is easier to say what the Society is not, rather than what it is, but of what can be discerned of its activities beneath the oathbound secrecy of its members, is it is one of the main political parties in the electoral college of the Republic and a merchant house of some success, but under the table they operate smuggling operations, salvagers, thieves, assassins, and mercenaries. In this, they are opposed publicly and clandestinely by some two or three dozen other parties and organizations, including merchant houses and corporations, political parties, fraternities, mafias, and religious fanatic groups. Outside the city, they are one of the foremost “active-quarantine” operations, a hushed practice of forcibly removing infected or potentially infected populations from stategically important military or economic areas, often by massacre.
She is a favorite of her Initiate-Father, Giovanni LaCosta, and has until lately shielded her from the high risk or otherwise unsavory projects of the Society, relegating her to clean and relatively low risk jobs such as mansion-diving, but her growing frustrations with his coddling and her desire to prove herself in the Society have resulted in her finally joining a high profile mission to siphon a crashed oil-tanker off the Southern coast of France, beached upon a rock near Corsica. Her skills are indeed appreciable, and a valuable asset to the Society's objectives, as her light weight and dexterity contributing to stealth, her good eye a crackshot with her crossbow, and a good intuition, but her sometimes impetuous attitude and her lack of experience, especially in the world outside Venice, leaves her as somewhat of a liability in a team-based environment.
What follows is the mission log for Concerto Blackwater, 23/01/2062, by Rosso Chapter under command of His Honorable Capitani di Ventura Gregorio Abello:
0543: Feathers One through Five departed from the Anafesto towards the Hellespont for salvage and siphoning of the tanker. Total personnel is 36 condottieri, mostly green. Visibility is minimal. No other vessels detected on radar. All lights doused for secrecy.
Approximately 0600: First craft pulls up along the wreck of the Hellespont: signal received by flashlight to bring forward the container barges. The rest of the feathers board the vessel to begin security sweep.
0610: Alarm signal received. We're not the first ones here. May be too late.
0615: Contact met. Several shots heard from my viewing point aboard the Anafesto. Likely rifle rounds. A light aboard a small powerboat observed departing from the Hellespont at high speed.
0620: Two feathers retreat by boat from the Hellespont at speed. Signals from departing feathers and those on the tanker could not be made out due to poor signaling.
Approximately 0623: Hellespont detonates. All three feathers still aboard presumed lost with all hands, as well as a fourth that did not clear the blast radius. 1 Container Barge was lost due to oil fire.
0630: 2nd Feather arrives at the Anafesto. Sails raised to evade the spreading oil fire. Reports from the survivors indicate that another party was wrapping up rigging the vessel to explode when ours pulled aboard. No attempt to extract the oil was seen: therefore it must be assumed they had known of our coming well in advance, despite our attempts at secrecy, and had rigged the Hellespont for the exclusive purpose of eliminating our personnel. We can only speculate the identity of the other party, but it is more than likely the Russian mafia was responsible in light of our recent competition.
Final notes:
I regret to report that Initiate Celeste Savona was with the 3rd Feather aboard the Hellespont, and is presumed dead. I accept responsibility for her loss and the loss of four feathers, and will tender my resignation to Founder LaCosta.
Approximately 0600: First craft pulls up along the wreck of the Hellespont: signal received by flashlight to bring forward the container barges. The rest of the feathers board the vessel to begin security sweep.
0610: Alarm signal received. We're not the first ones here. May be too late.
0615: Contact met. Several shots heard from my viewing point aboard the Anafesto. Likely rifle rounds. A light aboard a small powerboat observed departing from the Hellespont at high speed.
0620: Two feathers retreat by boat from the Hellespont at speed. Signals from departing feathers and those on the tanker could not be made out due to poor signaling.
Approximately 0623: Hellespont detonates. All three feathers still aboard presumed lost with all hands, as well as a fourth that did not clear the blast radius. 1 Container Barge was lost due to oil fire.
0630: 2nd Feather arrives at the Anafesto. Sails raised to evade the spreading oil fire. Reports from the survivors indicate that another party was wrapping up rigging the vessel to explode when ours pulled aboard. No attempt to extract the oil was seen: therefore it must be assumed they had known of our coming well in advance, despite our attempts at secrecy, and had rigged the Hellespont for the exclusive purpose of eliminating our personnel. We can only speculate the identity of the other party, but it is more than likely the Russian mafia was responsible in light of our recent competition.
Final notes:
I regret to report that Initiate Celeste Savona was with the 3rd Feather aboard the Hellespont, and is presumed dead. I accept responsibility for her loss and the loss of four feathers, and will tender my resignation to Founder LaCosta.
Despite the failure of the mission, Celeste survived, and washed up on the shores of Southern France. She discovered the speedboat beached upon the shore further down the coast, and began the long trek North, tracking the group responsible for the death of thirty of her Chapter brothers and sisters. Barely surviving, she made her way through the wastes of France left behind by the Plague, bringing her to the empty outskirts of Paris.
Equipment:
Worn: Generally dressed for a night operation, combat boots, loose cargo pants, tank top, shell jacket (elaborated with cord and shoulder boards), beret cap (with two feathers, one red, one yellow, affixed by a brass pin), and a bandana.
Weapons: Modern carbon-fiber crossbow (black), scope, three bolts, beautifully worked stiletto knife.
Miscellaneous: Face paint (red/yellow), two days rations MREs, water canteen, 8 Venetian ducats, broken mp3 player, gas mask, first aid kit
Paronomasia12
Master Knight
Anyone have any comments, though?
Slight update to Edward.
At least one IC post a week alright?
Paronomasia12
Master Knight
For ease, currencies can be as they are now. I think we can treat the Euro as something like a modern Florin.
What'll Norwegian crowns be worth in relation to the euro then? 
I made this.
Name: Gabirel Reznik
Gender: Male
Age: 24, born May 2042
Nationality: Northeastern US
Experience: Vet
Appearance: Caucasian, 5''8', brown hair, bearded, grey-eyed. Scruffy and ill groomed. Occasional twitch.
Personality: Paranoid as all hell. Distrustful of outsiders. Extremely confident with explosives, and can be rather clever and/or disturbing with his applications of them. Know for occasional overindulgence in alcohol.
Talents: Explosives. Shoot em, throw em, plant em, make em, defuse em. Does combat demo well under pressure. Knows how to hunt, basic survival, first aid, all the skills you would expect of a typical veteran grunt. Despite his paranoia, tends to be relatively calm in a gunfight, since his enemies are now openly fighting him.
Biography: Not that much to say, honestly. He was brought up in the county of Iron, in the NE US, to a farmer's family. One of many children, he eventually got involved in some of the smaller interstate conflicts, first planting IEDs for a local militia, then making them. Eventually he was picked up by the federal military and given formal training, becoming a dedicated demoman. He spent a year or two in the southern US, fighting against Mexican militants and cartels, eventually transferring to naval arm and leading a marine combat engineer team.
After several years serving faithfully, he was discharged and began to work as a private civilian security contractor on one of the few merchant vessels that still plied the Atlantic. Eventually the captain of the vessel became aware of the opportunities afforded on the open seas with few skilled armsmen, and the occasional piracy became a viable source of supplemental income. When the arm of the law finally caught up with the captain while Gabirel was on shore leave in France, the merc had no reason to return to his employer and ducked out, leaving him stranded and looking for meaningful employment.
Languages: English and Violence. Picked up some broken french along the way.
Equipment:
Worn (includes civilian clothing and any personal armour): multi cam tops, bottoms. Plate carrier and mag pouchs, 4 IV Class steel plates, (front, back sides), pouches for stuff, pack, 7.62mm class III rated kevlar helmet or OD green boonie hat.
Weapons: Zastava PAP M90NP - 5.56x45 AK, takes 5.56 STANG mags. Has full auto capable trigger group. 9 30-rnd mags, only ~150 rnds. M79 Thumper. 4 HEDP, 1 white smoke, 1 white star cluster. 8 1/2 lb TNT SND US MIL BLOCKS. About 20 blasting caps of various types. Three Pull style miltary detonators. 2 'Clackers' M57 detonators. 250ft' Det cord. 1 Claymore. 2 improvised directional AP mines (e.g. homemade claymores). 3 pipe-bombs (aka frags). Long knife, M1943 bayonet.
Miscellaneous (anything else worthy of note): 1 set multicam, 1 set alpine multicam, 4 season sleeping bag, tarp, woodland poncho liner, warming layers of various types, 1 camelbak, 2 canteens, 6 qts water, qt vodka in flask and bottle, 4 US MRES, 2 woodland set camo paints, 1 haphazard medkit, M50A1 Gas Mask, 2 total canisters.
Demo Equipment (sans explosives): Assorted batteries (1 cyclon 12v car, 24 pack AA, 5 '123', 9 9-volts). 500m 7mm insulated copper wire (black). Plug-in portable solder kit, with necessary solder, flux, and wire (no internal battery). E-tape, brown, black, green, red. Duck tape, military green, 100ft. Pliers, wrench, wire cutters assorted small tools.
Money: about 120 euros total sum.
Name: Gabirel Reznik
Gender: Male
Age: 24, born May 2042
Nationality: Northeastern US
Experience: Vet
Appearance: Caucasian, 5''8', brown hair, bearded, grey-eyed. Scruffy and ill groomed. Occasional twitch.
Personality: Paranoid as all hell. Distrustful of outsiders. Extremely confident with explosives, and can be rather clever and/or disturbing with his applications of them. Know for occasional overindulgence in alcohol.
Talents: Explosives. Shoot em, throw em, plant em, make em, defuse em. Does combat demo well under pressure. Knows how to hunt, basic survival, first aid, all the skills you would expect of a typical veteran grunt. Despite his paranoia, tends to be relatively calm in a gunfight, since his enemies are now openly fighting him.
Biography: Not that much to say, honestly. He was brought up in the county of Iron, in the NE US, to a farmer's family. One of many children, he eventually got involved in some of the smaller interstate conflicts, first planting IEDs for a local militia, then making them. Eventually he was picked up by the federal military and given formal training, becoming a dedicated demoman. He spent a year or two in the southern US, fighting against Mexican militants and cartels, eventually transferring to naval arm and leading a marine combat engineer team.
After several years serving faithfully, he was discharged and began to work as a private civilian security contractor on one of the few merchant vessels that still plied the Atlantic. Eventually the captain of the vessel became aware of the opportunities afforded on the open seas with few skilled armsmen, and the occasional piracy became a viable source of supplemental income. When the arm of the law finally caught up with the captain while Gabirel was on shore leave in France, the merc had no reason to return to his employer and ducked out, leaving him stranded and looking for meaningful employment.
Languages: English and Violence. Picked up some broken french along the way.
Equipment:
Worn (includes civilian clothing and any personal armour): multi cam tops, bottoms. Plate carrier and mag pouchs, 4 IV Class steel plates, (front, back sides), pouches for stuff, pack, 7.62mm class III rated kevlar helmet or OD green boonie hat.
Weapons: Zastava PAP M90NP - 5.56x45 AK, takes 5.56 STANG mags. Has full auto capable trigger group. 9 30-rnd mags, only ~150 rnds. M79 Thumper. 4 HEDP, 1 white smoke, 1 white star cluster. 8 1/2 lb TNT SND US MIL BLOCKS. About 20 blasting caps of various types. Three Pull style miltary detonators. 2 'Clackers' M57 detonators. 250ft' Det cord. 1 Claymore. 2 improvised directional AP mines (e.g. homemade claymores). 3 pipe-bombs (aka frags). Long knife, M1943 bayonet.
Miscellaneous (anything else worthy of note): 1 set multicam, 1 set alpine multicam, 4 season sleeping bag, tarp, woodland poncho liner, warming layers of various types, 1 camelbak, 2 canteens, 6 qts water, qt vodka in flask and bottle, 4 US MRES, 2 woodland set camo paints, 1 haphazard medkit, M50A1 Gas Mask, 2 total canisters.
Demo Equipment (sans explosives): Assorted batteries (1 cyclon 12v car, 24 pack AA, 5 '123', 9 9-volts). 500m 7mm insulated copper wire (black). Plug-in portable solder kit, with necessary solder, flux, and wire (no internal battery). E-tape, brown, black, green, red. Duck tape, military green, 100ft. Pliers, wrench, wire cutters assorted small tools.
Money: about 120 euros total sum.
Paronomasia12
Master Knight
I'll put up tomorrow.
I thought it was a typo at first too. But then he repeated it, so I can only assume it's how its supposed to be. It's not a directly uncommon way of writing it over on the eastside.
Paronomasia12
Master Knight
It does read more like Gabrielle, than Gabriel.
Julienne is a minor character, much like Pete is.
Julienne is a minor character, much like Pete is.
