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Dallas' Outlands Appeal
« on: April 03, 2013, 09:20:37 AM »
Steam name: Dallas

Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:47674759

In-character name: Richard Sherlock

Reason my character should be transferred to the City:
Faked his death

Detailed back story explaining my escape from the Outlands:
Richard removed his coat swiftly as he sank further beneath the water, it would only impede his escape. The sunlight danced atop the river as the current dragged him downstream, into the shadow of the bridge. Sherlock surfaced once out of sight, he spied two figures descending the service ladder to the riverside, he picked up his pace and took refuge on the riverbanks in the shadow of the cliffs. He slid his waterlogged 9mm into his holster; it would need to be repaired no doubt but that was the least of Richard's worries. He had to leave the pass, get away from it all. He had spoken with several new arrivals that claimed to have come from City 17- apparently that was where the C45 survivors were transferred to. Interesting...

After an hour of waiting on the banks Richard headed south, along the river to the rockslides that led out of the valley. Above him, about three-hundred metres from his location, Fixer and Laurence would almost certainly be indulging in the spoils of their bunker, enjoying the freedom they have earned through violence and murder. Sherlock winced suddenly, he looked down at his gut, the pain suddenly hitting him hard; the plate had absorbed the bullet but the impact had bruised him severely. He ripped the shredded plate from his chest, tossing it away as he began to climb his way out of the valley. The pain only intensified without the pad holding everything in place; perhaps he'd broken a rib or two.
The journey from the valley would be dangerous; his attempts to find the city of Kiev would be numerous and difficult. He would have to find supplies as he went due to the fact he'd neglected bringing food or water in order to complete the look of his demise.

Several days into his journey north, Richard encountered an Overwatch patrol at a drainage station in Oradea, Sherlock had dealt with this before, he stayed quiet and hid while they passed by. The last thing he wanted was to waste precious ammo and then end up dead. Among the few other patrols he saw in his journey to Kiev were hunters, impressive machines of war. Sherlock had come to hold a begrudging respect for the Union... At least they were straight up with the massacres they committed and didn't try to push it under the banner of "the cost of liberation".

Sherlock encountered a labour camp about 5km out of Kiev, he snuck in through the perimeter fence and into the ration distribution terminal. Sherlock felt a surge of pity as he infiltrated the terminal, stealing the food of these prisoners... Perhaps it was time to act on good nature. Sherlock exited the terminal, two ration packets stuffed away backpack, he spotted a worker- female, extremely malnourished, and she sat slumped by the fence, her head turned towards Sherlock as if she thought she was dreaming. Sherlock called her over before heading out of his cover and pulling her up, offering her support as he headed back through the fence. Richard was only a few yards from the fence when the alarm sounded, a frenzy of monotone erupted from the camp, the hammering of boots on the ground only spurred Sherlock to continue to pull the woman away faster, the morbid silence of the camp's inhabitants was unnerving. She couldn't keep up, her legs were too weak and her breaths too forced, she couldn't carry on. Sherlock and the prisoner were jerked forwards, landing on the ground with a thud, he dragged her back up and carried on- he looked back to the girl; her eyes rolled back into her head, revealing pallid lakes of white, Sherlock looked back saw that her lower torso had all but been ripped off and was laying several feet behind them. Horrified, Richard dropped the carcass with a gasp. Before he had time to react, a second shot skimmed the ground next to him- an Overwatch sniper was trained on him. Sherlock quickly ascended the dirt crater in which the camp resided, heading in a sporadic zig-zag pattern to evade fire. Eventually, he escaped the radius of the camp searchlights and snipers. They wouldn't be pursuing him any further. Sherlock was able to use the canals and eventually sewers to gain access to the city- much like his days in 45.


NOTE: Sherlock is armed with the following: 9mm with 2 ammo boxes, 357. Revolver with 5 bullets and a 25 inch machete. He also has a radio if that matters.

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« Last Edit: April 08, 2013, 01:27:48 PM by Dallas »

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Re: Dallas' Outlands Appeal
« Reply #1 on: April 10, 2013, 01:19:33 PM »
Accepted. You told me what you plan on doing with this and I think it will bring some good RP. Hope to see him back in the Outlands shortly!

 

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