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Character Sheet
Name: Chase
Species: Human
Type: Wastelander
Skills (Pick 3):Small Guns, Sneak, Lock Picking
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance (description or picture): About 5'8, 185 pounds. Light skinned, Some-what handsome features, deep stare, low hair cut. African-American.
Personality: Kind, loving , yet rough. looks out for his friends, has easily gained trust.
Weapon: Desert Eagle, and a Combat knife.
Current appearence. Dark Green tee shirt, with a white skull emblem on it, Black Pants, black shoes with white soles.
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(i would rather not post stats and let the rp decide out)
Slowly waking up from his nap, he snapped up, the sun was shining in his face, blinding him for a second.
Hitting his partner on the arm, trying to wake him. Brandon! Wake up, man! "uh wat?, dey hur yet?"
"Nah, but soo-" The sound of Brahman, mixed with liquor drowned shouts of glee began to fill the air.
Looking around, he saw a tree that could be used for cover. "hmm.."
Sitting back in the bed of the truck, he picked up the broken piece of mirror glass he was toying with, using it to keep their position hidden yet giving them eyes. The Caravan was within 150 feet from them, he could distinguish
five men, one driver, one caravan master, and three hired hands.
About 100 Yards away, "Ok, im going to be a distraction, I want you to take out the one with the assault rifle, dont get me killed."
"Gotcha", Brandon began to look serious. Only to have Chase break out in laughter.
Jumping out of the bed of the truck, he let off one round as he dashed for the tree, and another a few steps before he took cover behind it. A bullet hit a brahman, quickly stopping the caravan. The men soon dashed out onto the street, looking for the shooter.
Boom! The rifle firing made such a noise that it felt like it could be heard for miles. "No wonder Hes almost deaf.." Looking around the tree, only to quickly turn back around as bits of bark and tree flew into the air from the mercenaries fire.
"Theyre standing out in the open, easy shots..ok..One on the left and one..about..9 steps to the right of him."
After the bursts of fire stopped, taking advantage of the men having to reload their crude weapons. He quickly strafed a few steps from the tree, letting off 2 shots, one of which made one of the men shout in anguish as the bullet penetrated his leg, sending him to the ground, the other was silenced as a bullet went into his neck.
Hiding back behind the tree. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS, MOVE AWAY FROM THE BRAHMAN, AND LEAVE. IF YOU WANT TO ENJOY MORE DAYS IN THIS SHITTY HELL HOLE!" his tone had a bit of humor in it.
The driver, whom had already fled, could be seen in the distance, the caravan master crawled from under from one of the brahman, stood up, and backed away, slowly turning around and shifted gears into a full speed sprint.
A loud whistle soon filled the air, signaling Brandon to come out of the truck. He soon leaped out, and strapped his rifle around his back.
Walking to the caravan, he passed the man he shot in the leg. The man was staring into the sky, his gaze frozen in place. "They say when a man dies with his eyes open it isnt his time yet." He Squatted down, running his hand over the man head, closing his eyes.
"Dis a-uh gud lootin' if i aint seen one i reckon" Brandon says as he goes through the backpacks on the Brahman.
Chase seemed to be looking for something else...
The two Collected the guns, ammunition, and caps of the fallen men, and begin to walk away with the Brahman. "I cant leave them here to rot." Grabbing a shovel off a brahman.
After Covering each grave, he places a shell on top of each one, then catches up with Brandon.
The two fade into the sunlight.
(sorry if this was long, just needed a good intro)