Post by Commander Xillian on May 13, 2011 10:56:05 GMT -5
Name: Charcoal, a nickname of her own choosing
Birthplace: Botanicheskiy sad
Age: about 15, getting closer to 16.
Gender: Female. Maybe.
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: Considered hostile by most if not all factions of the Metro. Only a few, select individuals do not fire on her at sight.
Physical description: About 5 feet tall, Charcoal is ashen-gray like most mutants, and has the well-known "Skull-mask" face. Lanky limbs.
Personality: More curious than anything, "Charcoal" enjoys reading. A lot. In fact, she even braves the library when she can to steal what books remain, mostly biographies and assorted literature. Charcoal is dangerous to humans not because she aims to hurt them, but because she's not exactly careful. She never means to hurt people, choosing to move through the wastes as a silent spectre. She keeps her abilities in check save when extremely excited, or scared. After the destruction of the Dark One colony, she has become extremely frightened of humanity, and hides whenever she can from them, avoiding any confrontation when able.
History: Born into this hell-hole, she is one of the Homo Novus, and is quite literally on the short end of the stick. Not an out-cast, but a loner in an otherwise intimate civilization, she is less prone to invading another mind directly. Shunned by the humans she so desperately wants to study, she can't help but curse her lot in life. She was not present when the Botanical Gardens were destroyed. A few weeks after that event, she returned, to find everything leveled. Her family, friends, everything. Now, she wanders the wastes, just trying to hold on to her sanity without the comforting touch of another mind on hers while coping with her people's death.
Preferred weapon(s): Her Psyonics
Notes: She's a freeking Dark One. I think that works for an additional note. You should know well enough I enjoy characters like this.
Birthplace: Botanicheskiy sad
Age: about 15, getting closer to 16.
Gender: Female. Maybe.
Faction affinity (if any) and faction relations: Considered hostile by most if not all factions of the Metro. Only a few, select individuals do not fire on her at sight.
Physical description: About 5 feet tall, Charcoal is ashen-gray like most mutants, and has the well-known "Skull-mask" face. Lanky limbs.
Personality: More curious than anything, "Charcoal" enjoys reading. A lot. In fact, she even braves the library when she can to steal what books remain, mostly biographies and assorted literature. Charcoal is dangerous to humans not because she aims to hurt them, but because she's not exactly careful. She never means to hurt people, choosing to move through the wastes as a silent spectre. She keeps her abilities in check save when extremely excited, or scared. After the destruction of the Dark One colony, she has become extremely frightened of humanity, and hides whenever she can from them, avoiding any confrontation when able.
History: Born into this hell-hole, she is one of the Homo Novus, and is quite literally on the short end of the stick. Not an out-cast, but a loner in an otherwise intimate civilization, she is less prone to invading another mind directly. Shunned by the humans she so desperately wants to study, she can't help but curse her lot in life. She was not present when the Botanical Gardens were destroyed. A few weeks after that event, she returned, to find everything leveled. Her family, friends, everything. Now, she wanders the wastes, just trying to hold on to her sanity without the comforting touch of another mind on hers while coping with her people's death.
Preferred weapon(s): Her Psyonics
Notes: She's a freeking Dark One. I think that works for an additional note. You should know well enough I enjoy characters like this.