Otherwise known as neutrals, or vultures. This faction is not united and is mostly referred to by the larger ones to define the small, scattered groups of survivors on the Earth. The Scavengers are given their name as they do not wish for conflict or confrontation with the other factions. They merely wish to take what they need and move on. As they do not yearn for confrontation, most try to avoid the other faction territories. However, sometimes they enter a faction's territory when they are desperate. Though, this is at a great risk, as most of the larger factions are not welcome to those who are not their own. They are very flexible as their specialties vary. They have no specific social hierarchy.
After the events of the Era of War, old members of the Warband became Wanderers, with the rest of their clan completely anhilated, they had no other choice but to resort for the rough life of living on the ruins of their homes. The Warband are no longer a selectable faction, but your character can still be a member of this Defeated Faction.
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Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
Justice incited my sublime Creator; - Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto III.
Preferred Weapon: Martial Arts ( Mix of Jeet Kune Do & Kapu Kuialua), SVD suppressed, Beretta 92FS suppressed, Walther PPK suppressed, 870 Tactical shotgun, tasers , napalm, grenades, smoke grenades, flash bang grenades, gas grenades, noise makers, airbag mines, light cubes.
Traits:
Eidetic memory: (Photographic memory) Can recall with precision anything read in the past 5 years.
Enhanced senses: Can notice movement easily at 700 yards. Can focus on specific sounds and their direction inside a crowd.
Enhanced muscle control: Can stop and start motion down to the cm with ease. Also quick and precise with any movement.
Enhanced mental stability: Death does not shock him as he views it as a natural part of living. Battlefields do no provoke him either as he has grown up in them. Also done things alone for the majority of his life.
Athlete: Can carry his own body weight(180lb) for miles with moderate difficulty.
Strategic: Always thinking 2-3 moves ahead by habit.
Patience: Has the ability to wait days for things to happen or progress.
Library of knowledge: Literally has knowledge compiled from thousands of books from library's.
Genius: Can do calculations for long range shots in his head relatively easily with impeccable accuracy.
Pacifist: Will never attempt to deal a fatal blow, unless it's against undead. Also has little interest for the war between factions.
Personality: Normally when he isn't scavenging or out in danger he is laid back. He's an avid reader, so most of the time he'll be behind a book. Though when you get to converse with him he'll usually listen attentively. Has a wide sense of humor and laughs regularly at jokes or others unfortunate tales.
When out and about scavenging his personality does a 180. He keeps conversation to a minimum and is focused the majority of the time. Always calculating 2-3 moves ahead without giving any details. He'll tell you what to do and when and that's it.
History: (Extremely long story, read at your own risk)
Parents:
He was born sometime in the year 2025. The details of exactly of when or how weren't told to him so they're left up to speculation. Somehow his parents managed to have raised him during the Era of War. He theorizes that they were scavengers like he is today. So for the most part they stayed outside of the conflict.
Though in the end they ultimately couldn't escape it. He remembers being forced to hide as his parents told him to do many times. His hiding spot was in the floors of an old abandoned house. The floor boards were old and loose so it was quite easy to use. He would hide until his parents gave him the signal to come out.
Usually he would hear gunfire outside then after awhile his parent's would come and give him the signal. It had happened so often he didn't think anything of it that day. His thoughts were preoccupied on what dinner would be. Though after a good while his parent's didn't come. At first he thought of going to check. But then he remembered his dad telling him to never come out until they got back.
So he decided to wait , and wait, and wait... It eventually got dark and he fell asleep from exhaustion. He woke up the next day to realize his parents still hadn't came and got him. Did they forget about him and go scavenging he thought? He wanted to go check but he was afraid.
After waiting a few more hours he managed to round up the courage to go check. Slowly moving the floor boards and creeping to the door. He peeked out from the window to check if anything was outside. He couldn't see anything or his parents so he decided to go outside and check. He grabbed the knob of the door giving it a twist and opened it.
Looking around outside he saw the same scene from the window. Nothing across the street or on the sidewalk that lead up to the door. At this point he was out of his courage but he yearned to find his parents. He stepped past the door, turn around and closed it. He looked to his right to make sure nothing was headed his way then start toward his left.
Before he got one step he froze solid. His heart started pounding faster than it had ever. His eye's began to fill with water to were he couldn't see. Though he didn't need to to know the two figures on the ground 10 feet away from him were his parents. Limp and bloodied were the bodies that use to love and care for him. He ran over to them and shook them.
Trying to get a response of any kind. His mind didn't want to except the reality of it so he kept saying over and over "Wake up!" "Wake up!". Though they did not wake up as reality placed its cold hands on him. They were gone, the people who made his life enjoyable. The laughs and smiles they had, along with all the hardships they managed to get through together.
As he accepted they were gone he felt a immeasurable emptiness accompanied by sadness. He curled up in a ball and cried... cried till he couldn't produce tears anymore. Still he just stayed there not moving or caring what happened. Nothing mattered anymore, hunger, thirst, safety it didn't matter.
He doesn't remember how many times he passed out. He had been there for 3 days without any water or food or protection from the elements. It was a miracle he didn't get eaten by the infected. Though he was beginning to slip away, he wasn't sure if into unconsciousness or death. It didn't really matter either, because anything would be better than the world he was in now he thought.
As he was about to lose consciousness something startled him. He was on his side now as he had fallen over after passing out. Next to his dead parents who he had hoped would maybe get up and say it was all a joke. Something was different than it usually was. There was a large dark figure crouched over one of their bodies.
It took him awhile to process this but when he did, he realized someone was looting their bodies. Somehow anger was able to restore some energy to his deprived body and he lunged at the figure. The figure being off guard recoiled and scrambled away. Patting themselves all over in search of a weapon. As the figure was recovering and had finally found their weapon Jeremy let out a scratchy growling yell "Stay Away!!" "Leave My Parents..."
This was all he could get out before his throat burned with pain and caused him to lose his voice. He doesn't remember how long the figure hesitated to kill him but he remembers passing out on his mothers body shortly after uttering these words. The last sensation was of her long hair and cold body on his face.
Jack:
After losing consciousness he remembered having a dream, well more like reliving a memory. It was of when him and his parents had found a fresh water creek after 2 days without any water. The joy and pleasure of finally finding water after so long was hard to forget. Especially the happy look on his mothers face. He could literally feel the cold water on his tongue.
Then abruptly he woke up. He could feel and taste cold fresh water and started gulping it as fast as he could. After 4-5 swigs it was taken away from him and he heard a voice. "Woah now, take it easy. Drink to fast and you'll make yourself sick." He hadn't noticed but there was a man tipping his canteen so he could drink from it. The man looked to be quite old, in his late 50-60's.
Though somehow managed to hold on to the color in his hair. As it was black with gray hair here and there. He had a smile on his face as he offered more water which Jeremy gladly took. The old man then went and produced some food. Jeremy was so hungry he forgot about formalities like "Thank you" and went to town.
After getting his fill he felt better than he had in 3 days. Due to this he realized he didn't know this strange man, or where he was for that matter. He looked around and saw row upon row of bookshelves filled to the brim. Jeremy had never seen so many books in one place. "You're lucky I happened by when I did, though you sure as hell gave me a scare." Would have shot you if you didn't speak up when you did" said the old man. "Heh sorry" Jeremy replied.
Then it hit him like a train. He had all but forgotten about what had happened 3 days ago. How he was all alone in this hell of a world now. The pain and emptiness came back and he returned to his well known fetal position. Seeing this the old man instantly regretted what he had said.
"Look.... I know its unbearable when you lose someone." "But you shouldn't give up like you are now." "I'm sure your parents wouldn't want this of you." "They would want you to move on and survive." There was a long pause here as the man couldn't think of anything else to say. "If you need anything I'll be upstairs." he said. Then proceeded up the flight of stairs across the room.
Jeremy resumed his fetal position routine, thinking about his lost parents. The nice old man who had just saved his life. The words he spoke on how he should strive to keep living instead of giving up. About his parents wishes for him, it's true they always thought of him. He remembered on several occasions they would go hungry so he could get enough to eat.
This thought made his eyes water as he ached to see them alive again and thank them. Thank them for everything they had did for him, to be able to hug them and feel their warm embrace. But reality is cold and brash, there was no way he could do this anymore he thought. As his hunger and thirst returned along with the old man offering to fill it he made up his mind.
He would survive for the sake of his parents. As that's all he could do for them now, and till the day of his death. As the old man came and offered food and water again, Jeremy noticed he hadn't once thanked him. Thanked him for not shooting him and for taking care of him. As he was walking away Jeremy spoke up.
"Thank you..." he said. The old man just smiled and replied "Don't mention it". "No really..... thank you.." The old man sighed short a sigh of relief and somewhat joy. "You're welcome" he replied. "My name's Jeremy by the way." "Well nice to meet you Jeremy my name's Jack." he replied.
10 Years:
The 10 years that passed from their first meeting. Jack and Jeremy grew close together, almost father and son close. After many chats and chess games together they learned quite a bit about each other. Jeremy had a keen interest in books. He could also read and understand some which were on a college grade level at just the age of 10. He couldn't have gotten any luckier with his savior.
Jack also was an avid reader but not as much as Jeremy. Though he had setup his home inside a library, so Jeremy had plenty to read. This being said Jack was more than just a book enthusiast. He being the ripe age of 57 on meeting Jeremy, had been around since before the Era of Infection. He was an ex-USMC sniper, which he credits with keeping him alive so long.
When the Infections started he lost all his friends and family. Though eventually coping and learning to survive in the aftermath. At the request of Jeremy he taught him everything he knew. This included martial arts,body weight exercises,meditation,stalking,gillie suit crafting,weapons,hunting,strategy,observation skills,bullet physics, along with sympathy and morals. This combined with the knowledge he received from books made him into the individual he is today.
Though it took tons of practice and devotion over those 10 years to perfect it. As a daily routine Jeremy sneaks through crowds of undead unnoticed. Along with a few trips through the sewers solo under his belt. Eventually he got to the point where Jack couldn't teach him anymore so he started building on top of it. Adding self made gas and smoke grenades. Along with tasers and airbag mines.
Though what Jack couldn't teach him directly he helped with advice and wisdom. Jack had made it through the Era of War and had seen plenty. He warned Jeremy of people with psychic abilities, such as mind reading and telekinesis. So in response Jeremy routinely meditates to keep a clear head. He also goes as far as challenging himself to not think at all while he's out scavenging.
Though time stops for no person. Eventually Jack passed away due to natural causes. It took awhile but Jeremy got over it and resumed his promise to survive. He's met and helped a few people in the spirit of remembering Jack.
Appearance: Not much is known about his appearance other than the few who have been rescued by him. It's been said he wears glasses and has fairly short dirty blonde hair. He's known to travel in Ghillie suits, depending on locations. Though when not in his personal ghillies he wears urban camo.
Name:Sara*some times sue*
Alias: she dont care what ever you want to call her call her that
Age:21
Gender: Female
Rank: warboss*as sue she not and let Veni tak over or a othere warlord*
Preferred Weapon: any she can get her hands on*sue likes a bat or club most*
Abilities: she learns thing fast more so with how to use things to kill with
normal: she is 1.5x stronger and faster then most pepole. she heals 2x faster.
hell mode: she is 2.5x faster and stronger then most. she can heal almost as fast as she can get hurt from light wounds* small cuts and scraps* (doing this make her light head after she out and make her normal for 6 poat)
Hell lord: 4x faster and stronger then most. her skin becomes like cavalar. she can heal from any wound even fatle wounds(but doing that drop her to her normal mode and she will sleep for 7 post) (she can keep this mode for 5 post after wards sleep for 3 post)
Personality:at times she is crazy as they come. no one knows what she do next not even her shelf. most of the time she is calm and think faster then most(do to what ever hapen to her when she was a sleep) she has a split personalty called Sue that is kind to most but scar of the undead and hid she never call people by there name
History:was there when it all happen and spent a long time at ground zero were the outbreak first happen and only had the undead to keep her company and she lost it after 3 years of living there she some how made it out and form the warbands*at some point before getting out Neoh got a hold of her and did things to her in secret making her into something that is super human she is now called a hell lord. she was the 1st to ever survive it* ate the lste stand she was belive to have died but she just went into a deep sleep and apond awaking found out she had a new power.
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