Abandoned 

Intro You are the last trace of humans alive on Earth, the military has gone AWOL and no one is safe. You choose your own path and who you want to be: survivor, bandit, soldier, etc. Form bandit clans (if you choose to be a bandit), fight other clans, start romances (have limits with intimate situations), and gather food or supplies for your group.

I don\'t want to put a lot of restrictions to you because I want you to explore and have freedom with your characters, but I if I have to... I will have these following rules:

Rules 1. NO GODMOD CHARACTERS - I cannot express this one enough! No invincible or mary sue characters.

2. Check with players and discuss if your going to kill them.

3. You don\'t have to be too detailed with your characters.

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Background: he is a mysterious bandit, known to be one to take out a squad of soldiers single handed. He roams around because each bandit clan leader he joins with fears he may usurp them with his skill and charm, big smooth talker, but knows actions means more than words. His weapons of choice are dual knives or dual Revolvers, he has 1 rifle, but only brings it when necessary.

I drive my 4-Wheeler over the dunes with chancho on the back, looking at the clan that has just rejected us, "Don\'t worry bud, we will find our place somewhere" I say, "maybe we can have our own clan one day"

Background/Personality: Haley always loved her family, but when they left her to die she started to develop trust issues, but her family did not get far, they got shot and mugged by bandits and she still has to get by with food left behind in stores and has to scavenge for whatever she needs to survive. She has seen many bandits around town and hides whenever she has the chance. With all the water running low she saves some in a bottle she keeps. Her father father left a shotgun in their home and she took it for protection.

"Well chancho, let\'s grab a bite, and some cash too" I say as I drive into our next town in the west.

"I can\'t believe they left me," She takes a sip of her water. "Well forget them, I don\'t need em\'." She hops off a ledge and walks into a shop.

Physical Description/Picture: your usual semi-muscular build guy stuffed in soldier uniform

Faction (Survivor, Bandit, Soldier, etc.): soldier

Inheriting the family assault rifle (and soldier title from his dad), Rez has been stuck in the South as long has he can remember, until some stuff happened and he finds himself stuck with a bunch of guns-for-hire in the West.

"Ain\'t that a mouthful, nerd." One of Rez\'s mate said.

I pull up to a shop, "espera, y defender el vehiculo" I command chancho, he steps down and goes into guard mode. "Good boy" I head into the shop and see a shop owner and a teenage girl, "how about some grits and aqua for me, food for my dog, and somethin the dame would like" I mention to the owner.

I roll my eyes. "Donny, I need some penicillin if you have any." Donny looks at the other guy. "Sure and gets out the penicillin, water, dog food, and a lollipop and hands it to me. "Thanks, you are the best Donny." I walk out and put my stuff in my backpack. She thought.

Once I see her leave I pull down my goggles and pull out my pistol "ok Donny, I\'ll also take the cash box, if you don\'t mind" I say with a crooked smile. "Rest of the order is on the house"

"Why the fuck aren\'t we doing something?" Jon, the hothead exclaims.

"Agreed, but we ain\'t getting contracts." Carmen, almost-humorless redhead girl says.

"Nerd, speak something, I\'m bored." Derek orders Rez.

"Stop whining. Escaped prisoners. Cleanup. They need us."

A man in a suit walks inside the bar, and sits next to Carmen.

"Kid\'s right, I can pay you enough to buy better weaponry, and at least decent clothes."

Jon and Carmen looks at Derek playing bully on Rez.

"No contracts for a whole month, how are we getting food-"

Some guy in a suit and tie sits besides Carmen, talks, shakes hands with her, and leaves the bar.

"Escaped prisoners. Cleanup. We got a contract, thanks to Giotto- I meant Rez\'s smooth-talking."

I walk out with my supplies and the cash box, throw it on the back and yell "salirnos" Chancho hops on the back, I put my pistols on holsters on the 4-wheeler, and start it up and start driving.

An alarm starts to ring from the store and The Owner walks out with a rifle, I pull a pistol "you wish you didn\'t" I say shooting his thigh, "dang, I wanted a knee cap"

I look over then run over to Donny frightened. "Uh, um... Donny what do I do!?" I shout. He coughs. "Go g-get my duct tape and my alcohol f-from under my counter and bring it to me." I obeyed and grabbed the tape and alcohol then proceed to help Donny. "Wrap the tape, then pour the alcohol on my thigh, that should cover it until my leg heals." I nod and pour the alcohol on Donny\'s wound, he winces a few times but stays strong, I then cover it with duct tape and help him up. "I hope your okay Donny, you are like a father to me." He smiles. "I\'m fine hun." I looked at the ground and closed my eyes. "Why would he do that, especially to you?" He nodded his head. "Bandits. They fucking steal, its what they breathe for." I looked at Donny. "Donny, I\'m gonna track that guy down and get revenge." He sighs. "That would be suicide, you are only a teenager." I was determined as ever to persuade him. "But Donny, with your current condition you can\'t fight them, I\'m your only chance." He sat down and closed his eyes. "I\'m gonna hate myself for this but... okay, but take this if your shot gun runs out of ammo." He tosses me his pistol as well as many bags of ammo. "Thanks, I won\'t let you down but... Donny?" I asked concernedly. "Yeah?" He sighed. "Were you a bandit before you were a shop owner?" He looked at me with a look of seriousness in his eyes. "I\'m not gonna lie, but I was one once yes." I couldn\'t believe it, a guy like Donny being a bandit, I couldn\'t see it. "Alright, just thoughts you know." He nodded. "Yeah, I get it." He gave me a hug and gave me some advice and I was on my way.

Just follow the tracks, follow the tracks. I told myself.

I drive until I reach a certain sand dune, I then hit a remote garage door opener an the side of the dune opens up, pushing its sand back on top, I pull it into the underground garage. After I come back out I hit the button again and it closes, covering up with sand again, I then head to the top of the dune and open a hatch, and pull it shut as I go down a latter in what used to be a chimney. An entire underground house, the perfect safe house. "Chancho, we\'re home"

The tracks had stopped at sand dunes. "Crap, why here?" I said slowly looking around the dusty wasteland. "I\'m not giving up, I will find him." I said confidently.

I start serving food to chancho when I hear footsteps and pull out my dual knives, holding the left one assassin style, blade facing the forearm, and whisper to chancho "cuidado" he get in a defensive pose, but make no sound, I hide myself in the shadow of the kitchen.

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