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Screen name: ShadeoX
Name: Roar Convex
"race": Domer
Armor: YW2 Moblie Armor Unit. A basic armor suit that gives Roar only four extra inches. The suit is a sleek red to blue and has a mounted arm gun. He also has a slot for a laser sword on his right arm.
job: Drifter. He thinks humanity is to stupid to save itself. Relying on the one thing that almost kileed it, science. He himself tries to adapt slowly to the posionous miasma. After his brother died from this practice, though, he decided to just live out his life the only way he could. Finding lost tech and selling in the domes.
Latent powers or abilities: Due to trying to overcome miasma, he has the ability to sence wilders when they are close by. He can also see things barried shallow in the ground. The more he exposes himself to miasma, the stronger these abilities become.
apearance: He has red hair and green eyes. He stands 5'11'', 9'11'' in armor. He wears an open black vest with no shirt showing several scars and brown baggy pants. He wears silver chains around his wrists and the imprint of a cross is burned into his left hand.
bio: ((Coming soon)

Username: molten_quicksilver
name: Crea (pronounced CREE-ah) Alabaster
"race": Dome citizen
Armor: Crea's armour is fairly heavy and thus somwhat outdated, but so long as it does it's job Crea's not getting a new set. The armour sports some obvious wear and tear, the material's original green color having faded to grey. The helmet Crea fashioned herself, it's inside being a wonder of circutry, allowing her every kind of vision available. Night vision, heat vision, ect. It also displays an analysis of just about anything Crea looks at, including it's possible threat, size, and relative weight.

The armour itself isn't that bulky, it's Crea's various tools that are attatched to it that make it so heavy. Mostly positioned in a circle around the waist, the tools indicate Crea's profession: A scientist. She has two weapons on her person, consisting of a couple of foot-and-a-half long metal rods, capable of giving someone enough of an electric shock to paralyze them briefly. They're not meant to kill, just give Crea enough time to make a getaway.
job: A scientist.
apearance: Crea's fairly plain looking, being as thin and worn as most people of the age. Her hair is almost constantly damp, as she practically always has her helmet on. It's one of her best resources in a situation. She has brown eyes and needs glasses when she doesn't have a helmet on, so she programmed her perscription into the helmet to make things easier.
bio: What's there to say? Crea's a fairly average person, other than being more intelligent than most. She's less than a scientist than an inventor really, but a certain amount of science is needed for most of the things she creates. Crea often explores the old cities, mainly because of curiosity, partly because there are a few resources therin that would be hard to get ahold of in one of the domes.

She grew up in one of the domed cities, graduating from school with a desire to create. Unfortunatly, some of her more radical exploits had sent her into a bit of a monetary depression, hence why she isn't going to buy an updated suit of armour any time soon, and why she scavanges through the old cities.

Jurnal: Unknown Date

It was hell today. Miasma storms all day, dunes forming at random, and I think I spotted a few mutants. Not those crime-to-nature mutants, big, killie mutants. I think these ones are about the size of really big dogs, two claws extending above their heads. Other than that I could not tell. Danm radar. I guess thats what I get for taking scrap from a raided supply train. If it had radar, it would not be raided, eh?
Anyway, the storm ended around late afternoon. The clearness was rather nice, I think a few satellites were visible. I hope there will come more days like this. Had to scrap the new upgrades for the right turret, seems sand got into the wiring systems. One of these days I'm just gonna install small canons. Yah, that would work.

Jurnal: Unknown date

Good news, found an old factory. Later this morning I'm going to investigate it. Only minor lifeforms inside it, probably bacteria and fungi. I'm gonna try to find more shock cores for the Dune Waker. Yup, still on that project. The main power supply of my baby can survive by converting Miasma into power, but not the Dune Waker. If I find one I could power it for a few hours before returning to the tank. Wish me luck.

Of course, he was in the ruins only minutes after posting that. His boots clattering over grains of steel that melted in a liquid metal rain. Such pebbles seemed to be most concentrated near great magnetic sites around the world, like reactors and volcano labs. This place mustive had one, however small it mustive been. It took him five minutes to make his way across that onto the factory floor.
His face gleamed at the prospects. With a gaping grin on his face, he set to work opening the nearby worker drone that has probably never been in power for decades. The covers slid off easily, pratically falling to dust in his hands. All the major components still remained, but none of it useful to him. His head darted up and scaned the scene, soon falling upon some platforms that led to the storehouse. Score!

A bright orange light fizlled out nowhere, hot metal pouring down dark walls of crates. This light created a circle roughly seven feet tall and left glowing embers on the soon darkened walls. All was silent again, 'til the section of rust came crashing down. Derek didn't even bother to wit for it to land, rushing inside to use his plasma cutter on the crates. This factory produced aviation engines which probably used the things he needed. Outdated airplane parts make perfect miniature vehicle parts.

Yet, with all his scanning and observing he didn't notice the thin strings of grass, covered in dust and hiding the glorious green inside of them. It was still easy to miss, being the same color as the flor and growing in the cracks in the cement tiles. However, such a thing is rare in todays world. And rare things often mean something is messing with them. And trust me, he did not wish to mess with those who can manipulate nature.

Username: Arospace
name: Mira
"race": wilder
Latent powers or abilities: She’s been told that one day she will be able to speak to the animals that she now hunts, but so far she has only reached the fringes of this ability.
Appearance: Mira cannot remember what she looked like when she found herself outside the domes, the radiation helping to physically alter her body. Now she stands slightly shorter than six feet tall, her jet-black hair cut short around her face to keep it manageable. Her eyes, a soul-less pure black, are almond shaped, sitting behind high cheekbones. Her skin is naturally dark brown to adapt to the radiation. She wears loose clothing, made from a fabric the wilders weave, that allows air to flow through yet keeps heat against the cold climate.
Bio: When she was around four years old, there had been a riot or an attack or something like that. Truthfully she doesn’t remember now, nor does she much care. But she found herself outside the dome and she didn’t know how to get back. She probably should have died out in the miasma and the radiation, but instead a wilder found her and brought her back to his family. They called her Mira and eventually she became used to the miasma, the radiation speeding up the change in her body so it suited the harsh world she was now a part of.

A lone figure crouched on a piece of debris that stuck out of the dune. Silhouetted faintly in the radiation light, five creatures moved in the valley blow. The figure watched them intently, sitting motionless. The neo-goats continued, unaware of the watcher, some digging in the ground for something to eat. Two lay against the sand and rubble. They were her targets.

The debris settled, groaning slightly and sending small pebbles skittering down the side of the dune. A billy looked in her direction, highlighting his distinctive sickle horns against the ambient light. The figure held her breath, remaining perfectly still; but the debris groaned again, tilting sideways forcing her to shift her balance. That was all warning the neo-goats needed. In a flash, all five were running up the other side of the valley, bleating alarm.

Cursing, Mira leapt off her ledge and began to run after them, sliding on the loose stone. In the time it took for her to reach the valley, the last of them were already vanishing over the next hill. With a final curse, Mira slowed and began to walk across the valley. It was getting late. What natural light was left was fading form the sky, replaced by the queer eternal dusk of radiation light. Already in the valley where Mira was, the only light was the blue-green glow.

With a loud crack, the ground disappeared beneath her. Mira landed on on her rump in a small hollowed out cavern. Barely four feet across, it was probably nothing more than a collection point for semi acidic rain showers that still fell a few generations ago. With a groan the young woman stood up, rubbing the sore spot where she fell. Standing, the top of the hole barely made it up to her chest and with a bit of effort she managed to scramble back out.

Making her way more carefully, Mira hiked up to the top of the next rise, ready to go home. Something lit up to her left on the horison. She watched the white glow for a moment before the sound of explosion hit her. She frowned, that wasn't good. Mira climbed down the left side of the dune.

It seemed her night wasn't over yet.