Coyotes in the Wasteland: Looking For Raiders & Captives

[Aiden]

Asher "Sarg" Nash

Pack Member

Player Name: Aiden

Character Name: Asher Nash
Position in Gang: Raider - Scavenger/Scrapper/ Mechanic
Age: 43
Physical Details: Asher has plenty of tattoos, some faded, some fresher, among them a few one could associate with the old world "army" (combat boots, dog tags, eagles, etc)

Personality: Reserved, distant, cold. Asher is still new within the group, he does as Robert commands and prefers to keep to himself. He is stern and harsh when the slaves do not do as he says. He is social now and then but does not appear the most trusting nor willing to open to others beyond what is needed.

Bio: Asher was out of the army and living off the grid in the Appalachian mountains when the world went to shit. Like his family claimed for generations, there would be a day all the prepping would pay off and for a while it did. Asher fiercely protected his home, his supplies and what remained of his family. Sadly all supplies diminished, the family became sick from fallout and perished. He lost land from roving bands of looters, ammo stores depleted protecting what he couldn't. Once the area became more costly than it was worth, he packed the rest of his belongings and fled into the wastelands.

He prospered, adapting quickly to the new world order. Asher joined up with a clan, raised, pillaged and took slaves as others did. He traded for supplies, services and made sure to keep moving. His skills as a mechanic in the army served him well to keep him going. His old truck was modified for road combat, scavenging and hauling. He specialized in hooking and stopping faster vehicles to pillage and ransom.

Over the years, he became involved with a bad group that decided he was not worth the trouble. He was betrayed and handed over to another clan before he was "rescued" by Robert's crew. With no loyalty for his former pack, he offered his truck and his own services to the pack. Asher has not warmed much to any members other than Robert and the slaves the pack shares.

Vehicle:   Modified Truck- with mounts for Harpoon, Heavygun, and claws for "catching prey"

Weapons: Sledghammer - 2H, Pump Action Shotgun

Status: Less than a year

Character’s Sexuality:   m/f

Player’s Limits: Hard No's - Scat, Gore

[Bibliophilia]

-tempted.-

[Amarlo]

-tempted.-

Joooiiin uuussss -tempts with shiny things and morsels.- 

[Bibliophilia]

So, I'm thinking of a male raider and a female to be taken captive.

What positions are there to be filled, Urban?  The guy I have in mind for my dude is kind of young, hot-headed, cocky and smartassed.  Are there any jobs among the raiders that involve either cooking drugs or making explosives?

[FreyaValentine]

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Captive

Player Name:Freya Valentine

Character Name: Vincent Crowe
Owner: Communal
Age: 22
Physical Details:
Various small scars upon his hands, arms, and legs. A deep scar upon his back and one singular scar upon his stomach. There is a large portion of his back that has been seared off leaving a burn mark, it has long since faded currently.
Personality:
Cool headed, Thoughtful, Quiet, Willing to speak up on things when his experience can be relied upon, Experienced in survival, Inexperienced in the bedroom, Calm under fire, Mercantile sense, Haggler.

Bio:
It's an unfortunate life to have been born during the cusp of the resource wars. Your parents are struggling to survive in the wastes and the child they were once excited to raise was now a heavy burden upon them. Knowing no other life besides the wasteland, Vincent has taken to the only life he knows. One of survival of the fittest and on where he was always the burden. His family sold him when he was eight to a band of raiders which only further enforced this ideal.

Used as a pack mule, gopher, and basically whatever the gang he was with required, Vincent tried his best to make use of himself. To not be a burden upon them so as not to suffer under their harsh tendencies. Scars quickly accumulated upon his body even when he had done nothing to deserve them. However, a fateful day would lead to his escape, when the raiders were attacked by another gang. Escaping into the wastes, Vincent began to survive on his own. He scavenged for parts, weapons, drugs, water, food, and go juice, anything that he might be able to use to help himself survive the wastes.

Vincent over the years gathered many things, a motorcycle he was able to eventually repair and make his vehicle of choice. A shotgun which he called Faithless (Since it constantly jams at the worse times), a machete with a jagged edge that he cut into to make (Giving it a shoddy look). Anything that he does not need for himself, he goes around trading to settlements he comes across. It was a simple life but, one where he did not need to rely on anyone else. It provided him with many skills though, he could never claim to be good at any of them when compared to someone trained in it. At some point, Vincent had gotten someone to just burn off his former slave tattoo that once was upon his back, which has left a large burn mark upon him.

This life is what led to his captivity once again by the Coyotes. Having been to the settlement to sell his things, he was dragged into the conflict between the two and ended up within the Gang's care as yet another captive. Whatever fate laid in store for him, he wasn't sure but, he knows that all that matters is to survive.

Status: Currently Free, to be captured at the start.

Character’s Sexuality:
Straight as a board. M/F, Maybe M/M...
Player’s Limits: No real limits beyond what was mentioned on my other character, might struggle a bit with writing any M/M stuff as I have not done much of it and have no experience doing so. So, that may be a limiting factor.

Extra Captive Picture

To be used once he is actually captured

I decided to make a male captive, a scavenger who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time and ended up captured by the Coyotes at the start of everything. Hopefully Vincent is alright to use.

[Nymphadora]

*dances around*

More people!  YAY! Welcome!

@Bibliophilia - Making explosives would definitely be a great addition to the pack! Drugs as well could be very cool. I was going to say for trade but the Coyotes don't so much engage in regular trade as just attack and take... But I still think it could be cool. We'll see what Urban says when he comes around next

@Aiden - Asher looks good. I'm sure he'll be final approved once Urban comes on.

@Freya - Same, I think Vincent will be all good as well.

[Koekje]

Bit late to the punch, but it's been a few rough days :/

Captive

Player Name: Koekje

Character Name: Samuel Winters
Owner: Communal.
Age: 23
Physical Details: Several scars on the back from lashes, multiple scars from gun shot and knife wounds on the legs during capture and torture. His skin is permanently bronzed from working in the heat of the sun.

Personality: Calm, timid and shy personality. Will not seek out confrontation and will never really react or fight back until driven into a corner. Submissive to agressors and scared of violence. Willing to serve to survive, no matter at what costs or actions to take.

Bio: Samuel had grown up in a harsh climate and even worse environment. He grew in the ruins of what had once been a closed off, self sustaining community. Gated and good at keeping other animals and people out, but also keeping people in. Samuel was the youngest of 5 and always smaller than the rest, compared to his siblings and other youths. As such he was from early on forced for all kinds of jobs and tasks that would induce fear in less calm people. Crawling through pipe lines, exploring sewers and caves. It was a way for the small and limber boy to survive in a place where only the strongest could survive.

Samuel scavenged and scrounged his way through his teen years. The community had been safe and protected, with Samuel slowly becoming more and more of a tool to the rest of the inhabitants. It all changed when the raiding party came. It had been a strong, well armed gang that had invaded the community that had only experienced fighting off animals and small groups of just a couple of raiders from beyond the gates. When the first rifle shot had cracked off, hitting one of the look outs in the chest and toppled him off of his outpost, it had been the first sign of just how bad this attack would be.

An experienced, strong push of raiders with firearms and proper aim made quick work of the ragtag defenders of the community. Once the gate had fallen, the attackers spilled in and butchered those that resisted where they stood. Samuel, knowing full well he had no chance at all, his underneath the crawl space of what had once been a house for 4. The noises came, surged and, eventually, they all died down. The screaming came and went, blood was spilled and bodies laid out around the compound.

Samuel counted his heart beats to note the passing of time. Once he had counted past a thousand and stopped hearing any commotions, he slowly crawled from underneath the house. When he got up, he dusted himself off and observed the scene and all of the dead bodies. The young man thought to himself what he was to do now, until a hard, booming voice behind him came: "Under the crawl space, like I said. Pay up, sucker!" Samuel turned around to find himself staring down the barrel of a sawn off shotgun from a raider sitting on threshold of the house. Others came from behind him, brandishing knives and small calibered pistols to have some fun.

They were cruel and had fun with him, inflicting multiple wounds that would bleed, scab and scar but not kill. They realised that he could be worth more and be more useful alive. If only just to clean all those hard to reach spaces. That is why they took him with them, to help around the gang. 

Status: Already captured and serving.

Character’s Sexuality: Bisexual

Player’s Limits: Scat, extreme over the top gore. For the rest, everything's okay. Not too experienced with MxM so that might be a bit rusty and hard to do at first

[Nymphadora]

Glad to see you still here Koekje! Samuel looks good! :)

I'm sure he'll be final approved later today.

[Koekje]

Glad to be here!

And if changes need to be made, no problem at all! :)

[Urbanzorro]

All the new characters look good to me

Also, @Bibliophilia, a chemist/explosives expert of some kind would fit in great I think.

[Nymphadora]

Alright! All new character sheets are up in the approved thread. I'm updating the listings now in their appropriate posties.

I figured there'd be no issue :)

Feel free to head over to the OOC and pop in ideas and get to know your fellow pack members

[Bibliophilia]

Pack Member

Player Name: Bibliophilia

Character Name: Darren Walters
Position in Gang: Explosives Expert
Age: 28
Physical Details: Darren has numerous tattoos, scars and piercings.  On his left leg, from knee to ankle along the outside of his calf is a long-healed burn scar from a mishap with a Molotov Cocktail.

Personality: Darren is a smart-ass, cocky, sarcastic son of a bitch who seems to never take anything seriously.  He's smarter than people might expect just from looking at him, which means he's smart enough to know when his jokes are about to stray over the line from exasperating to life-threatening.  He loves to play with fire, explosives and, well, just about anything destructive.  He views the Coyotes as his family and will do anything to keep them together and alive.  A little of that regard extends to the captives, though he views them less as family than as property.  Still, they're valuable property, for the most part, so he'll fight to keep them safe and in the Coyotes hands.  That doesn't mean he won't discipline one of them if they get out of line, though.

Bio: Darren was still quite young when the world went to hell, and he was left alone in the ruins with his mother.  His father had been a soldier, and had been killed in the fighting only a few months prior to the bombs going off.  Afterward, his mother did whatever she could to help them survive, and pretty soon they were living in a shanty town, subsisting off the little scratch she made on her back.  Darren did what he could to help, soon being inducted into his first gang at the age of ten to serve as a runner and delivery boy across the cobbled city.  He was quick and small enough to crawl through tight spaces that let him avoid being caught by rival gang members when he was carrying valuable goods from one part of the town to another.

When he was thirteen his mother hooked up with the leader of a raider gang and the man offered him a spot with them so he could stay with her.  He agreed and proved his worth by stealing a decent haul of heroine from his former gang and delivering it to the new one instead.  Luckily, the raiders were headed out of town and his old gang never got the chance to catch up with him and take their lost good out of his young hide.  The new band of raiders were nomadic, and he and his mother soon settled into their way of life, with her warming the leader's bed and cooking the meals, while he served as apprentice and personal whipping boy to their explosives expert.

It was at Dynamite Darla's knee that he learned everything there was to know about making bombs, napalm and pretty much anything else to do with blowing shit up or burning shit down.  His fascination had been born by the earth-shattering experience of having his world crumble as a result of bombs.  The middle-aged, toothless eccentric was a genius, though, and she enjoyed teaching her bright, young pupil, even if she did often delight in cuffing him about the head for mouthing off.  When he was about twenty, Darla died and he took over in her role as explosives manager for the gang, and he remained with them for another seven years until his mother ended up killing the leader and herself with poison in their meals.  She apparently didn't care for the fact that he was starting to eye up the young, pretty captives they were claiming from the towns they raided.

The gang allowed him the option to high-tail it, with the understanding that if they ever saw him again, they'd try and kill him.  It was better than he might have expected, though, so he packed up his vehicle and scrammed, lighting for as far away from the gang's territory as his tank would cart him.  He ended up outside a dusty town not long before it got raided by the Coyotes and he offered to join up with them and bring his explosives knowledge to bear on their behalf.

Vehicle: The Lab; an old VW camper van kitted out with a place to sleep in the rear and a small chemist's lab in the middle section where a kitchen normally would be.

Weapons: Molotov cocktails, various explosives from cherry bombs to homemade frag grenades.  He also carries a pair of nickle-plated six-shooters with worn and chipped mother-of-pearl grips he found in a box in some rubble.

Status: 2 1/2 years, thereabouts.

Character’s Sexuality: Pansexual.  Darren's not picky, and also not above using sex to assert his dominance or remind a captive of their place.

Player’s Limits: Non-Con (Darren's style is more forced dub-con, wherein he will get someone else off against their will, rather than taking his own pleasure regardless of their reaction), maiming, gore, vore, scat, ect.  (I'm pretty open to most things, so if there's something another player wants to try, I'm probably down to give it a go.)

Captive

Player Name: Bibliophilia

Character Name: Naomi Mason
Owner: Communal
Age: 23
Physical Details: Small lotus branded on her right hip.

Personality: Naomi has learned to adapt to any situation she is put in, cleverly reading the personalities of those she is around in order to gauge how best to behave in order to benefit herself.  It's hard to get at the woman that lies beneath the facade she puts up, as she is highly guarded and protects her true self from the harsh reality of the world she lives in.  When someone tries prying into that secret part f herself, she does whatever it takes to distract them, divert their attentions or, if necessary, shut them out.  As a result, it can be nearly impossible to know the true Naomi, or even if that's her real name.

Bio: Naomi never knew a different way of life, and when she meets someone who does, she often comes away glad that she was so young when the bombs were dropped.  The world's shit, but when that's all you know, at least you can't remember a time when anything was any better.

She grew up as the daughter of a couple who managed to survive the apocalypse and turn their pre-war skills to something lucrative in the aftermath.  Her mother's nursing proved quite profitable in a world where doctors and medicine were few and far between, especially since her botanist father could coax a few plants to produce even in the blasted post-apocalyptic wasteland.  They were sad, often mutated specimens, but nevertheless they provided some minor herbal remedies that were far better than the snakeoils many other wasteland hucksters were poisoning people with.

They managed to live a fairly peaceful and comfortable life for twelve years before raiders happened across their town and killed Naomi's father.  They took her mother and herself captive, then ended up selling her to Momma Huang in the next big city they came across.  They kept her mother, as a nurse was a rare commodity, but had no use for the 'skinny, spotted, frizzy-haired bitch'.  Momma Huang ran the Lotus, which was a brothel and gambling den in one of the largest post-apocalyptic cities.  She figured the girl might pretty up once she got older, and until then she could use an extra pair of hands around the place.

For five years Naomi worked cleaning rooms and cooking meals, dreading the day she'd be forced to put her own virginity up on the block to go to the highest bidder.  As Momma Huang had surmised, she'd grown up to be quite attractive, freckles and all, and when she was seventeen she was put up for auction, just as so many girls before her had been.  The whale that bought her (the description apt in more ways than one) was none-too-gentle, far too sweaty, but -blessedly- unable to restrain himself for long once he had gotten started.  That night was one of the worst of her life, topped only by the day she'd watched her father get slaughtered in front of her.  But, the next day she realized that the torture had only begun.

For the next five years she learned to survive, determined not to break as she had seen others break.  When someone did that, they either became an empty shell not much good for anything, or they lost their mind and became just as useless to Momma Huang.  Naomi knew what happened to 'petals' -as Momma called them- who stopped being profitable, and she wasn't about to go out like that.  So, she learned to love her work, or at least fake it well enough to convince herself, and to work the clients so that she made Momma good money both on her back and on the gambling floor.

Eventually, she convinced one of her regular clients to buy her from Momma so she could be all his, and he could have her whenever and however he wanted without having to buy her time or share her with others.  Afterward, the two of them left the big city to head toward a smaller town where they could settle down together.  However, that night while they were bunked down in the wilderness...a bobcat killed him and left Naomi free to take all his earthly goods and light out on her own.  At least, that's how Naomi tells it, and she knows how to be pretty damn convincing.

She settled in a small town and set up a business using what she'd learned from her father and mother to grow medicinal herbs and plants, and make salves, unguents and decoctions designed to aid in everything from bug bites to upset stomach.

Status: Not yet captured.

Character’s Sexuality: Pansexual (Naomi's sexuality is as changeable as her personality, and she's long since learned that the best way to survive is to get your pleasures where you can.)

Player’s Limits: Maiming, non-con (I generally do not play victims nor do I enjoy playing forced sexual situations in which my character is not taking pleasure from what is happening), gore, vore, scat.  (I am open to most things, but I prefer a discussion prior to sex scenes.)

[Nymphadora]

Those two are great, Bibliophilia. A question about Naomi. You have her status as not yet captured, did you intend to have her in the town/settlement for the opening?

If so, I figured we might work together in some way. My captive Ember is also medically inclined though more to do with binding wounds and first aid as opposed to herbal medicine and she's also uncaptured at the start of the game. I'd intended to have her in the medical building trying to defend the supplies or something.

I'd be up for plotting some opening raid ideas I have in PM if you are interested.

[Bibliophilia]

Yeah, that was my plan.  I'd love to plot some.  I imagine Naomi would be willing to supply the town medical stores with some of her concoctions, so the two would obviously know one another.

[Nymphadora]

Cool!  I'll PM you in a bit :)

Your sheets will be up in the approved thread shortly.

[Bibliophilia]

Yay!

[Clio]

Those two are great, Bibliophilia. A question about Naomi. You have her status as not yet captured, did you intend to have her in the town/settlement for the opening?

If so, I figured we might work together in some way. My captive Ember is also medically inclined though more to do with binding wounds and first aid as opposed to herbal medicine and she's also uncaptured at the start of the game. I'd intended to have her in the medical building trying to defend the supplies or something.

I'd be up for plotting some opening raid ideas I have in PM if you are interested.

Just an FYI, Mari is the resident herbalist of the Coyotes right now. I think I put that in her CS.

[Bibliophilia]

Your sheet says she identifies edible plants, poisonous ones and grows food.  None of that really overlaps with Naomi growing medicinal plants or making medicines from them.

[FreyaValentine]

Well, it overlaps but, just in the capacity that they both grow plants. so they will probably have to work closely together at times. 

[Clio]

Your sheet says she identifies edible plants, poisonous ones and grows food.  None of that really overlaps with Naomi growing medicinal plants or making medicines from them.

Oops. That’s true. I guess I was thinking about the last game where she made medicinal teas and such with the doctor. Sorry.

I wasn’t trying to say they couldn’t overlap, I was just saying there was also a character in the pack that had herbal knowledge. Sorry if it came off that way. Although looking at my CS, I didn’t put any of that, so it was my bad anyway.

[Aiden]

Alright, Asher is live!

[Amarlo]

Just in case anyone was curious, the game has recently just begun and still has room for more characters - especially raiders! (Not a Gm™)

As for me personally, I'm still looking for connections to my character Dog, a fellow raider with few scoops short of a sundae.

There's also plenty of other people looking for connections and plots as well, so what are you waiting for?!

[Nymphadora]

You rock Amarlo!

As a GM of the game I totally approve this message!

Just in case anyone was curious, the game has recently just begun and still has room for more characters - especially raiders! (Not a Gm™)

As for me personally, I'm still looking for connections to my character Dog, a fellow raider with few scoops short of a sundae.

There's also plenty of other people looking for connections and plots as well, so what are you waiting for?!

[Amarlo]

You rock Amarlo!

As a GM of the game I totally approve this message!

I just really want to see this game succeed. It's purely selfish. Lmfao

[Nymphadora]

haha fair enough!