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Carrier Group

All the player characters created for the Carrier Group Campaign.

Ronald Dempsey (Dude_Normal)

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Background

Theme Song Just For Shits and Giggles

Ronald isn't a good man. He wasn't one before the apocalypse started and nothing's happened since the fall of society to change that fact.

Born the eldest of three children to a single mother, Ronnie had to grow up quickly to provide for his mother and siblings. At the age of eight, he'd taken up begging in the slums that he resided in and at the age of thirteen he'd take up courier jobs across town for shady individuals

Growing up he'd do his best to provide for his penniless family. He'd work long hours on the dockyard of his town, carrying crates to and fro but it wasn't enough. He learned from a work acquaintance of an illegal fist fighting ring run in the dock warehouses at night so he'd decided to join for an extra buck. Ronnie won his first fight then his second and by the end of the night he'd won enough money to comfortably provide for his family as well as becoming the new rookie favorite.

Time went by and things were looking up for Ronnie until the apocalypse happened. Ronnie planned to privately sail away to someplace safe with his family with the help of a friend however in the docks he got separated holding off a pack of zombies.

Over the last four years, Ronnie's been wandering around the country looking for any sign of his family to little avail mostly because he keeps getting sidetracked and he doesn't know how to drive.

Stats


Skills
Athletics 4
Boat -
Brawl 3
Criminal -
Drive -
Heal 1
Intimidate 3
Lore -
Melee 4
Notice 4
Persuade 1
Pilot -
Ride 1
Scavenge -
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 3
Survive -
Tech -
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Trog
Pursuit Pit Fighter
Muscle 4
Understanding 1
Tenacity 3
Appeal 1
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 4
Senses 2
Inventory
Belt Lantern 1x
Bladed Gauntlet [Claw/Spur] 2x
Tomahawk Bandolier [Light Axes] (10/10) 1x
Javeline Bag [Short Spears] (8/8) 1x
Hidden Knives 4x
Shield 1x
Medium Armour 1x
Duffel Bag 1x
Winter Gear 1x
Health
Health 22
Fortune 5
Armor 4


Hajjah Fatima Jimenez (Insertname)

Background

"Where are you from?"

Islamabad (Bartertown). Fatima moved to California upon her marriage to Muhammad Omer, who at the time was living in Silicon Valley as a quite successful computer programmer. The marriage was arranged by their very traditional parents. Fatima thought of herself as traditional, but it's hard to cling to old values in the midst of California. The worst part of it all was that Omer wasn't a bad person, just incredibly tedious and full of himself.

Fatima divorced him, but he managed to walk out with custody of their son. Fatima has done her best to stay part of his life, but it's hard now that Omer has moved to Chicago. Fatima's family was incensed, and she still hasn't really made up with them over it all.

She got a job at a scrapyard and put an old interest in cars her parents had long tried to stifle to good use. She became a good mechanic and made enough to become comfortable.

A few years later she married an American, Alejandro Jimenez (who was proud to say his family had been in California long before it was American). He was also Catholic, which made family relations even more tense all around. They had their own children and Fatima was happy to navigate her way into almost matching the stereotype of a soccer mom. Things haven't always been easy, and life was never as simple as it was supposed to be, but with her loving husband and two beautiful children it was happier than she had ever anticipated.


"What were you doing when the zombie pandemic struck your community and how did you survive the initial outbreak?"

Fatima was at the hospital. Tariq had the flu bad. One of the earlier outbreaks occurred when a man with AIDS died from the original flu. At the time it was marked down as a singular incident, just a lone man going mad and biting doctors. She saw him, though, with torn flesh in his mouth and nothing in his eyes, and she knew something was wrong. But she didn't know what.

She took Tariq home immediately and started hoarding supplies and refusing to leave unless absolutely necessary. Al insisted she was just in some kind of shock, and he probably was right, but the mad paranoia turned out correct when the neighborhood started getting crazy. Unfortunately, ready she was to hole up, Fatima wasn't ready when Juanita, immune system weakened from the earlier flu, got sick. By that point the hospitals were down and she couldn't find a doctor. They did everything they could.

After her darling daughter tore a chunk out of her husband, Fatima was forced to kill her with a shovel to protect Tariq. Al didn't last much longer, but at least Fatima didn't have to kill him. She managed to lock him in the basement instead. Then they left.

"How have you survived the following years?"

Turns out a minivan can plow over a lot of people with minimal damage. Fatima is a believer in using tools to balance out her own physical un-impressiveness, and so was quick to adopt firearms and stay in vehicles whenever feasible. Fatima became increasingly erratic in some ways, but desperation made her cling to what she had all the harder. When the car broke down, she upgraded. (At this point I was considering going for an armored old School Bus, but that seems more the Haulers thing) Now she's got a damn Hummer that's seen some ridiculous work.

Tariq was with her up until a few months ago. It says something about how bad everything's going that she felt genuinely good when she put a bullet in his head. Yeah, it sucked, but it was better than leaving him as he was.

Now, her last child is somewhere in Chicago, hopefully alive, and Fatima has developed a stare that looks like it can see that far.

Stats


Skills
Athletics 1
Boat -
Brawl 2
Criminal 1
Drive 3
Heal 2
Intimidate 2
Lore 1
Melee 1
Notice 3
Persuade 2
Pilot -
Ride -
Scavenge 1
Shoot 3
Sleight 1
Stealth 1
Survive 1
Tech 2
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Bartertown
Pursuit Road Warrior
Muscle 2
Understanding 2
Tenacity 4
Appeal 3
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 2
Senses 2
Inventory
Mechanic's Tools 1x
Toolbox 1x
Medium Handgun (12/12) 1x
Kitchen Knife 1x
Survival Knife 1x
Light Armor 1x
Replacement Mirrors 3x
Health
Health 16
Fortune 5
Armor 2
Transport
The Hummer SUV
Muscle 3
Nimbleness 2
Toughness 3
Speed 2
Passengers Driver + 7
Health 90
Cost 20
Customizations
Off-Road Capable
Ram
Solid Tires
Heavy Armor
Light Machine Gun

Bernard Armstrong Wallace (Cale Knight)

Background

Age: 45
Build: Wiry
Personality: Obliviously cheerful and optimistic

Bernard Armstrong Wallace grew up in 1980s suburbia, a nerd at the height of nerd ostracism. He devoured science fiction, played AD&D with the few friends he had, and generally did his best to keep to himself and avoid getting beaten up.

After graduating high school, Bernard took a summer job with a long-haul trucking company. He didn't come home for almost a decade. The open road was a place of solitude and peace. He ate up the miles, content with first books-on-tape, then on CD, and then (wonder of wonders) the golden age of digital audiobooks.

The apocalypse hasn't really changed much for Bernard. His folks died a few years before it happened, and the demand for long-haul truckers never actually went away. He hauled emergency supplies during the initial outbreak, almost always with military escort. By the time the military collapsed, they'd helped him make a number of modifications to his rig that would have been... questionable at any other time.

But the roads are still good. There's still stuff to haul. The convoys he drives with aren't exactly the same as before, but there's still a unique camradarie on the road. Nobody really pays with money anymore, but they always pay. So long as his sound system still works, and so long as his library of audiobooks and podcasts is still accessible... the world inside his rig is a cozy enough place.

Bernard attempts to stay in his rig whenever possible. Since his cabin is nigh impenetrable by zombies, he often parks in infested areas at night - a horde of shamblers is a better defense than just about anything else. The cabin is his home base and his safety blanket all in one.


Stats


Skills
Athletics 1
Boat -
Brawl 2
Criminal -
Drive 4
Heal -
Intimidate 1
Lore 2
Melee 2
Notice 3
Persuade 1
Pilot -
Ride -
Scavenge 3
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 1
Survive 1
Tech 3
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Steader
Pursuit Hauler
Muscle 1
Understanding 4
Tenacity 4
Appeal 2
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 2
Senses 2
Inventory
Satellite Phone and Sound System
Welding Equipment
Mechanic's Tools 1x
Toolbox 1x
Oil Filters 3x
Weapons and Armor
Tire Iron (light bludgeon) 1x
Scrap Metal Cleaver (sword, medium) 1x
M4 Carbine (light machine gun) 1x
Reinforced Overalls (light armor) 1x
Welding Apron, Mask, Gloves (medium armor) 1x
Yield Sign Buckler (Shield) 1x
Health
Health 14
Fortune 5
Armor 2


Transport
Black Betty Medium Truck
Muscle 5
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 5
Speed 1
Passengers Driver + 1
Health 150
Armor 17
Cost 26
Customizations
Increased Nimbleness x2
Increased Muscle
Increased Toughness
Ram - COW CATCHER
Solid Tires
Off-Road Capable
Wheel Spikes
Extra Heavy Armor
Medium Machine Gun
Exterior Pivot Mount

Gideon Crofter (Cerulean Lion)

Background

Age: 28 years. Height 5'11". Hair, dirty blond. Eyes, blue.

I'm a Canadian from the small town of Spider Lake in New Brunswick. I was a mechanic by trade. It quickly got annoying to see how often repair just meant plugging in a new module or dealing with a glitch in a computerized system. So I began tinkering with older designs to see what I could do. From there I developed an interest in archaic weapons. I learned to make them and then to use them. I never expected my hobby skills to become survival skills.

I wasn't at home when the excrement hit the rotary air impeller. I had decided to take a trip to find out how well my obsolete-design car would work under real operating conditions.

I was in northern California when the epidemic became a pandemic and society started to fall apart. I have survived since then by hiring out, usually as a mechanic or courier or to transport people.

I lost the car near Henley Heliport: that's where Bernard picked me up. Trusting sort of fellow, Bernard was. I've been trying to make sure he never regrets it.

We met the rest at an abandoned rest stop not far from San Diego. We shot some Walkers together and bonded over the experience. Good people, I think. I hope we all survive.

Stats


Skills
Athletics 2
Boat -
Brawl 2
Criminal -
Drive 2
Heal 1
Intimidate -
Lore 2
Melee 2
Notice 3
Persuade 2
Pilot -
Ride -
Scavenge 2
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 1
Survive 1
Tech 4
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Steader
Pursuit Greaser
Muscle 2
Understanding 3
Tenacity 3
Appeal 2
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 3
Senses 2
Inventory
Goggles 1x
Machete 1x
Crossbow (1/1) 1x
Crossbow Bolts 24x
Mechanic's & Electrician's Tools 1x
Toolbox 1x
Portable Battery Charger 1x
Doctor's Scrubs 3x
Kevlar Vest 1x
Health
Health 16
Fortune 5
Armor 4

Ryan Craig (Billy Bones)

Background

Age: 33 Build: Lean, muscular Personality: Pleasant with a country likability, Doesn't trust many people, Known to 'flip the switch' on his personality


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Ryan Craig's background is mostly classified. Rumors are that he came from West Texas. On deployment when the 'before life' ended, he has spent his time mostly in shadows and the underground since the apocalypse. A member of clandestine Naval Special Operations 'before', he now is employed by the highest bidder. Craig spends his time mostly hired by Bartertown Mayors and Commissioners to seek out former Sentinels who have turned to more corrupt means of getting by.


Ryan Craig climbs out from under a pile of rubbish, face painted in different colors, dusty, and old trickles of sweat leaving dried rivulets down his face. From his sniper's hide he stands, ripped camo pants with a single knee pad around the right ankle. Gun belt riding low, he manages a "howdy" and returns the pistol to its holster. He pulls the jean jacket tighter around the flannel shirt that has seen better days. An old ball cap bearing his unit's insignia is clamped tightly around shoulder length hair. The shemagh covers most of his face. When it is finally pulled down, his full beard seems more unruly than his overall appearance. He places his sunglasses atop his hat and wipes down the suppressor with a dirty handkerchief from his back pocket. "Ya'll should be a bit more careful 'round here."

Ryan slowly holsters his pistol. He keeps his hands at his sides but turns them palm out to show no intent of harm. "I've been out here looking for...well...somebody in particular. Doesn't look like ya'll." Craig tilts his head back just enough so they can see his eyes. "Names Budweiser, 'cause, ya' know," he sheepishly shrugs and points to the Eagle and Trident logo on his ball cap, "Navy and all. You can call me Bud." A wide smile showing nearly perfect teeth has disarmed the most discriminating ladies, but here, now, is a different story. He hopes it has the same effect.''

Stats


Skills
Athletics 2
Boat -
Brawl 2
Criminal 1
Drive 2
Heal 2
Intimidate -
Lore 2
Melee 2
Notice 2
Persuade 1
Pilot -
Ride -
Scavenge 1
Shoot 4
Sleight -
Stealth 3
Survive 1
Tech 2
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Remnant
Pursuit Bounty Hunter
Muscle 3
Understanding 2
Tenacity 2
Appeal 2
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 3
Senses 3
Inventory
Med. Armor, Lvl II Vest 1x
SIG P226 Silenced Pistol 20/20 1x
Sawed-off Shotgun 6/6 1x
M4 Assault Rifle 30/30 1x
Knife 1x
Hatchet 1x
Med. Backpack 1x
Gas Mask 1x
Geiger Counter 1x
Goggles 1x
Flint and Steel 1x
Zip Cuffs 3x
Canteen 1x
50 ft of Rope 1x
Chest Rig 1x
M4 Mags 6x
Pistol Mags 3x
IFAK 1x
Health
Health 16
Fortune 5
Med. Armor 4

Katya "Katy" Imonova (Cattrina)

Background

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The New Dawn (initium novum)

38 years old, auburn brown hair, buff & sturdy built

Katya was a science-teacher in high school, she excels in physics, chemistry and engineering. Her passion was teaching young minds and making them get excited about science and this has now extended on trying to keep the lore and knowledge alive. She will rescue books right after humans, over supplies, sometimes before people.

She is originally from Russia, but immigrated to the US two decades ago to study the sciences. She left her entire family behind, and is presuming them all dead.

She is a hands on, no-nonsense, 'let's deal with this' -type, with good persuasion skills. Although she is not built like a gazelle, one cannot help but like her, as her witty remarks lighten the otherwise so drag atmosphere.

She survived the initial virus with just her strong immunity, but when she realized the whole pandemic, she packed everything that was in the school laboratory (that she could muster) and stuffed them in a van and went hiding in a WW2 bunker her neighbor and friend Carl had prepared (he was planning it for a nuclear apocalypse, but, hey an apocalypse is an apocalypse). She spent the first year within that, listening to radio, doing a bit scavenging etc. But then her neighbor died (old age) and turned. He was like a father to her and she had to shoot through his head. It was time to move on. 'Uncle' Carl's legacy was to teach her to shoot and maintain weaponry, also many survival skills. She is resourceful

Her short-term goal is to gather information and knowledge (from books and people) old knowledge to be preserved and new knowledge about the virus. She is no virologist, so she needs to find a good one, pronto. Her mid-term aim is to gather, build and maintain a new community and teach the children of it, her dream is to reinstate the state of affairs like they were, but for that she needs to first know if the virus is spread from mother to the fetus. If it is, she needs to find untainted women, they will be top on her list.

Stats


Skills
Athletics 2
Boat -
Brawl 1
Criminal -
Drive 1
Heal 1
Intimidate -
Lore 4
Melee 1
Notice 2
Persuade 3
Pilot -
Ride 1
Scavenge 1
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 1
Survive 3
Tech 3
Zoofinity -
Attributes
Rearing Remnant
Pursuit Lore Keeper
Muscle 1
Understanding 3
Tenacity 3
Appeal 3
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 3
Senses 2
Inventory
Gas Mask 1x
Geiger Counter 1x
Crank Crossbow 1x
Medium Armor: Riot Gear 1x
Magnifying Glass 1x
Technical Reference 1x
Medical Reference 3x
Biography 2x
Rock/Metal CD 2x
Health
Health 14
Fortune 5
Med.Armor 4

Ms Lauren 'Laurie' Strode and Orion (DarkMum)

Background

Description: Caucasian Woman in her late 40's, 5'2", Slim Build, Slate Blue Eyes, Greying Auburn Hair in ponytail. Wears jeans and a dark green and red 'Bolters U Lumberjacks tank-top under her mismatched armour of a dark green kevlar vest with a California State Paramedic patch stuck to it front and back, a black and green striped motosport helmet and black leather motorbike boots and gauntlets.

Orion, a hefty looking fluffy ginger tom of the 'Forest Cat' breed wears a matching kevlar vest tailored to fit him, complete with Paramedic patches on the side pockets.

Laurie goes where she's needed, and is of the Medicine Without Frontiers persuasion in that she'll treat anyone in need of medical treatment, and settle the bill later. The closest thing she has to a tribal affiliation is 'Bolters University, and as they're a survivalist community of academic debate held together with baling twine, lock ties and gaffer tape? It's good to travel, stops her taking a machete to the student council when they won't shut up and deal with things promptly.

Like a Zombie Gorilla, for example. That's a tragic tale of low food stocks and poor choice of executioner as well as sub-committee dithering. "Mother Fucking Zoology Department of Humboldt State University! Nobody gets paid enough to deal with a zombie gorilla and a dozen dead whitecoats who should have known better..."

She's friendly, but a bit weird to begin with, as the harder she denied any strange powers of healing or animal understanding, the more the whispers of her being some kind of witch went around (Not helped by one of the 'Bolter U mystics claiming she was the reincarnated Diane Fossey or some shit like that). Laurie's given up trying to correct a useful myth, and just works with it. For folks so rooted in hard science, it only took a few years to bring out the weirdo in many of them, but as it's of a mostly benevolent treehugger hippie variety, she tolerates the nonsense.

Laurie met the rest of the group when Orion investigated the others and drew their attention to Laurie's meatwagon with assorted sorcerous and shamanic sigils and gang tags of passage for San Dee and various bits of the Cali coast's various groups added to it's paintjob, and a horse skull bolted to the front fender (Complete with solar powered red glowing eyes under the right conditions!) as sign of her trade as "Iron Horse Doctor".

Someone in San Dee pointed a gun at Orion in front of Laurie once to try to intimidate her into working for them. They're missing a hand after that stunt, or so some of the whispers say, while others claim it's their balls she keeps in a jar now...

"Well, at least it keeps people from trying to steal my coffee jar!" is all Laurie has to say on that one. ;)

Stats


Skills
Athletics 2
Boat -
Brawl 1
Criminal -
Drive 2
Heal 4
Intimidate -
Lore -
Melee 2
Notice 3
Persuade 2
Pilot -
Ride 2
Scavenge 1
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 1
Survive 1
Tech -
Zoofinity 3
Attributes
Rearing Steader
Pursuit Beastmaster
Muscle 1
Understanding 3
Tenacity 2
Appeal 2
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 3
Senses 4
Inventory
Knife 1X
Crossbow 1X
Machete 1X
Dried Meat 6X
Small Leather Bag 1X
First Aid Kit 1X
Basic Veterinary Tools 1X
Kevlar Vest and Motosport Gear 1X
Cat-Size Body Armor 1X
Portable Solar Panel and Battery 1X
Health
Health 12
Fortune 5
Armor 4
Transport
Battered Ambulance
Muscle 3
Nimbleness 2
Toughness 3
Speed 1
Passengers Driver + 2
Health 60
Cost -

Isaac "Ike" Johnson (TigerWolfe)

Background

Ike was retired from the military shortly before Z-day. After battling some major depression (an Airman is all he'd ever wanted to be and was part of his identity). He started to return to some semblance of normalcy. No longer allowed to fly real aircraft for the military, Ike got into the civilian flight side of things, as a hobbyist. When the outbreak happened things went south surprisingly fast, as the military started to become overwhelmed, and drawn thin, Ike volunteered his services once more. Reporting to the base near his home (Davis Monthan) where he'd previously been stationed as a Helo pilot, Ike was soon pressed into flyinger service. As time went by and repairs and maintenance became harder and harder on the birds at the base, Ike eventually started using his personal autogyro for missions. Eventually even ladybird started to fall into repair, so with the help of the remaining crew chiefs and maintenance personnel, he started to replace parts with what was available in the Boneyard. Now he's been sent as an attache, from the last of the ranking military personnel to help the convoy make it to its destination.

Stats


Skills
Athletics 1
Boat -
Brawl 1
Criminal -
Drive -
Heal -
Intimidate -
Lore 2
Melee 2
Notice 3
Persuade 3
Pilot 4
Ride -
Scavenge 2
Shoot 3
Sleight -
Stealth 1
Survive 2
Tech 2
Zoofinity 1
Attributes
Rearing Nomad
Pursuit Airman
Muscle 1
Understanding 3
Tenacity 5
Appeal 1
Nimbleness 5
Toughness 1
Senses 2
Inventory
Flight Scarf, gloves and boots 1X
Sunglasses 1X
Binoculars 1X
Knife 1X
Light Armor: Leather Flight Jacket and Helmet 1X
Handgun 1X
Health
Health 14
Fortune '5
Armor 2
Transport
Ladybird Autogyro
Muscle 1
Nimbleness 3
Toughness 1
Speed 3
Passengers Pilot +1
Health 30
Cost 10
Customizations
Flaw: No Cover
Emergency Parachute
Glide
Increased Speed x2
Pivot Mount & Machine Gun
Small Arm Mount