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Previously turnt3chGodh34d
you posted that when i finished making my equipment specialist lol.
however, your idea can still be used. we could replace the geologist with a weapons specialist, as i'm sure Leon would want to be prepared for any situation, and considering they're going to the literal hell, he's hoping their mortal protection could offer some safety, so may as well get the best he can find in weapons.
anyway, here's my next three peeps. i was just gonna make generic people but... i got carried away and made some cool peeps.
Full Name: Sequoyah
Age/Gender: 49/Male
Specialization: Geography Expert
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: Tales of old tell of Native Americans who were brave warriors, capable of killing many men, but at the same time, were stoic, calm figures of wisdom. This tradition did not die when the white man took over their lands. Some Native Americans continue to be fierce combatants whilst being insightful helpers, all at the same time. This is true of Sequoyah, a Native American man who was born and raised on a reservation. Cherokee blood runs through his veins, a fact he is most proud of. He is set on the old ways of his people, trained this way by his father, and his father before him. The true-blood Native Americans are a dying breed. Sequoyah is trained in a forgotten martial arts, and excels with primitive weapons, like bows and blunt melee objects, though he does have training with military weapons and equipment. He knows the lands in a supernatural sense, can feel energies, and is one of the best trackers. His résumé is example of that. He doesn't emote well, and talks with purpose, never wasting his breath. He enjoys to tell of many stories about his ancestors, and about the trials he's faced in his life. He also is not one to choose sides, regardless of personal feelings. He bases his actions upon fact and logic, instead of emotion and relationship.
Backstory: Sequoyah's story begins in Oklahoma, living with his mother and father and five brothers and sisters. He and his siblings were raised in the old forgotten ways. Taught how to hunt, and how to be guided by their spirit ancestors. While many may scoff at these old traditions, they are very real to Sequoyah and his family. His first interaction with a person not raised on his principle was when he was sixteen years old. He met a beautiful young woman in the woods dressed the color of the trees, carrying a deadly black bow that spit fire. Sequoyah had stumbled upon a soldier of the US Army, who was on a personal training exercise, having strayed onto the reservation's land. Sequoyah and the soldier started talking to one another, and eventually, became friends. He kept this a secret from his family, as they wouldn't take kindly to outsiders. He began to see the woman frequently, and she offered to show him her world. He accepted, and got to see a whole new world that he never knew existed. The woman taught him new things, like how to eat with utensils, how to drive (though it took him years to master this), and how to properly address a superior officer. Sequoyah became so interested in this new part of his life, that he abandoned his old one for a time. The two eventually fell in love, and together, they had two children. However, tragedy struck several years into their marriage. While on duty overseas, terrorists attacked the outpost Sequoyah's wife was stationed at. She was on a long list of US casualties. He vowed to fight in her honor, taking his young children to live with his family on the reservation, and soon after joined the army. It wasn't long after he was deployed overseas in a relief effort, that he went AWOL, tracking down the terrorists that killed his wife. Eventually, he did find a base of theirs, and murdered all the inhabitants. Not soon after, his platoon arrived. Seeing what he'd done, his superior officer chose to keep his AWOL status a secret, and pushed his own superiors for a front against the terrorists, with Sequoyah at the head of it all. He became somewhat of a legend among the troops that knew him. His tracking skills couldn't be beat as he sniffed out base after base, snuffing out terrorist after terrorist. The end of this part of his life came when the terrorists made a counter attack, bombing Sequoyah and his platoon. Many men died, and Sequoyah lost a leg and both his arms. It was a year after this that he returned home, sporting advanced prosthetics to replace his missing limbs. The worst news was yet to come, as when he returned to his family to get his children, he learned they were dead. His father, out of spite and hate, had forced Sequoyah's children to survive in the wilderness for a week. They were found dead, having starved, and their bodies left to nature. In a fit of rage, Sequoyah killed his father, and his brothers that tried to defend him, including other tribe members that tried to stop him. Bloodied and broken, Sequoyah left his home to never return. He wandered the States for years after, hunting game, tagging and selling it, wasting away his days in barns all of the country, until he was approached by a well-dressed man, offering a chance to work with him on finding hidden treasures. Even to this day, Sequoyah is unsure why he said yes, but he claims the spirits guided him to that answer, and his destiny lies with Leon.
Greatest Sins: Murder
Appearance: Sequoyah is a model Native American, standing at 6'3", weighing a little over 200 lbs. He packs plenty of muscle. Has all his life. His skin is dark, his hair darker, his eyes darkest. His hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail. He has chiseled, powerful features. His choice of clothing is a strange, yet charming, amalgamation of Native American attire meshed with different combinations of military outfits. He almost never wears a smile, unless telling a story.
Age/Gender: 49/Male
Specialization: Geography Expert
Country of Origin: United States of America
Personality: Tales of old tell of Native Americans who were brave warriors, capable of killing many men, but at the same time, were stoic, calm figures of wisdom. This tradition did not die when the white man took over their lands. Some Native Americans continue to be fierce combatants whilst being insightful helpers, all at the same time. This is true of Sequoyah, a Native American man who was born and raised on a reservation. Cherokee blood runs through his veins, a fact he is most proud of. He is set on the old ways of his people, trained this way by his father, and his father before him. The true-blood Native Americans are a dying breed. Sequoyah is trained in a forgotten martial arts, and excels with primitive weapons, like bows and blunt melee objects, though he does have training with military weapons and equipment. He knows the lands in a supernatural sense, can feel energies, and is one of the best trackers. His résumé is example of that. He doesn't emote well, and talks with purpose, never wasting his breath. He enjoys to tell of many stories about his ancestors, and about the trials he's faced in his life. He also is not one to choose sides, regardless of personal feelings. He bases his actions upon fact and logic, instead of emotion and relationship.
Backstory: Sequoyah's story begins in Oklahoma, living with his mother and father and five brothers and sisters. He and his siblings were raised in the old forgotten ways. Taught how to hunt, and how to be guided by their spirit ancestors. While many may scoff at these old traditions, they are very real to Sequoyah and his family. His first interaction with a person not raised on his principle was when he was sixteen years old. He met a beautiful young woman in the woods dressed the color of the trees, carrying a deadly black bow that spit fire. Sequoyah had stumbled upon a soldier of the US Army, who was on a personal training exercise, having strayed onto the reservation's land. Sequoyah and the soldier started talking to one another, and eventually, became friends. He kept this a secret from his family, as they wouldn't take kindly to outsiders. He began to see the woman frequently, and she offered to show him her world. He accepted, and got to see a whole new world that he never knew existed. The woman taught him new things, like how to eat with utensils, how to drive (though it took him years to master this), and how to properly address a superior officer. Sequoyah became so interested in this new part of his life, that he abandoned his old one for a time. The two eventually fell in love, and together, they had two children. However, tragedy struck several years into their marriage. While on duty overseas, terrorists attacked the outpost Sequoyah's wife was stationed at. She was on a long list of US casualties. He vowed to fight in her honor, taking his young children to live with his family on the reservation, and soon after joined the army. It wasn't long after he was deployed overseas in a relief effort, that he went AWOL, tracking down the terrorists that killed his wife. Eventually, he did find a base of theirs, and murdered all the inhabitants. Not soon after, his platoon arrived. Seeing what he'd done, his superior officer chose to keep his AWOL status a secret, and pushed his own superiors for a front against the terrorists, with Sequoyah at the head of it all. He became somewhat of a legend among the troops that knew him. His tracking skills couldn't be beat as he sniffed out base after base, snuffing out terrorist after terrorist. The end of this part of his life came when the terrorists made a counter attack, bombing Sequoyah and his platoon. Many men died, and Sequoyah lost a leg and both his arms. It was a year after this that he returned home, sporting advanced prosthetics to replace his missing limbs. The worst news was yet to come, as when he returned to his family to get his children, he learned they were dead. His father, out of spite and hate, had forced Sequoyah's children to survive in the wilderness for a week. They were found dead, having starved, and their bodies left to nature. In a fit of rage, Sequoyah killed his father, and his brothers that tried to defend him, including other tribe members that tried to stop him. Bloodied and broken, Sequoyah left his home to never return. He wandered the States for years after, hunting game, tagging and selling it, wasting away his days in barns all of the country, until he was approached by a well-dressed man, offering a chance to work with him on finding hidden treasures. Even to this day, Sequoyah is unsure why he said yes, but he claims the spirits guided him to that answer, and his destiny lies with Leon.
Greatest Sins: Murder
Appearance: Sequoyah is a model Native American, standing at 6'3", weighing a little over 200 lbs. He packs plenty of muscle. Has all his life. His skin is dark, his hair darker, his eyes darkest. His hair is usually pulled back into a ponytail. He has chiseled, powerful features. His choice of clothing is a strange, yet charming, amalgamation of Native American attire meshed with different combinations of military outfits. He almost never wears a smile, unless telling a story.
Full Name: Jia Fen
Age/Gender: 22/Female
Specialization: Historian Expert (among bountiful other things)
Country of Origin: China
Personality: Jia is insanely intelligent, and also very good at reading people, usually able to guess their entire life story based on a glance, even able to guess what they'd say next. Her superior intellect and confident personality make her an imposing, intimidating figure to even the hardest of men. She may not be physically trained, but that doesn't mean she's defenseless. She's quick, witty, and can evaluate situations in milliseconds, able to almost always come to a solution to any problem. She's one of Leon's most valued members for obvious reasons. Just don't fuck with her and she won't reveal to the entire world all of your dirty little secrets.
Backstory: Jia was raised in the slums of China by a sexist father. She was kept inside for a lot of her life, forced to do mundane things around the house, not even allowed to go to school. Her older brother was similarly forced into things he didn't want, such as studying to become a doctor, as that was what their father demanded. Objection meant a beating, and when that didn't work on her brother, he'd beat her instead. She spent almost all of her days pouring into books, absorbing all the information her mind could take, and then some. By age seven, she was fluent in three spoken languages, understood the mechanics of cars, and could count to the 100th digits of pi. By age ten, she was studying quantum physics, and rocket science. Her father refused to see her potential, and eventually, her mother took her and ran, leaving her brother to finish his last year of schooling with their father alone. Jia's mother took her out of China, using money she'd taken from her abusive husband, and fled to the Americas. There, she enrolled Jia at a school, meeting a hard-working mechanic that she began to date. At age 11, Jia was sought out by some of the greatest minds in the United States, and offered a full scholarship at a new prestigious and highly advanced private school, usually reserved for high school graduates. By age 12, she was attending Newton Private Academy alongside adults, most of which she surpassed in intelligence. It didn't take long for Jia to be moved to more and more advanced classes. By the time she graduated at age 15, she was smarter than pretty much all her professors. But through all this time, Jia always had one huge obsession. History. She couldn't get enough of it, delving into story after story, capable of reciting all the events, all the people, all the battles. She was a human prodigy. Her intelligence got her noticed by other people. Lesser people. People that introduced her to the darker side of the world. The dark web, where she met many people that made her uncomfortable. All save for one, who seemed interested in who she was and her interests. She talked to this stranger with the username 'Norahc'sFerry' for about a year, in which she poured her soul out to them. Then, Norahc began to offer things. Books, and encyclopedias, and offers. Offers like assassinating her father back in China. She took it as jokes, and on one day when her mother had a breakdown concerning her history with her abusive husband, Jia took up Norahc on their offer, asking for her father to be assassinated. At the time, she hadn't thought anything of it, just venting her frustrations to the one person who seemed to care about her for who she was, and not what she could do. Everything changed when three days later, Norahc sent a string of images, displaying the bloodied, mutilated corpses of her father in the flat she used to live in. He told her one thing following these images. "You're welcome". Jia blocked Norahc immediately, bringing this immediately to her mother's attention, and then the police. She was warned about the dangers of the dark web, and told not to go there again. She had no plans to. However, she began getting texts and messages from unknown numbers, asking her why she was ignoring them. She knew who it was. The messages began to turn violent, making threats to kill her brother, her mother, and herself. It wasn't until one number sent her an image of her entering her own home that she took action. She logged back onto the dark web, tapping deep into its coding, and forcing herself into Norahc's computer, hacking into it and sending all of his data and information, as well as his location, to the police. She didn't hear anything after that. It would be a couple years that she would meet a man named Leon, who offered her a chance out of the mundane, boring day-to-days of being the smartest woman on Earth, telling her of a chance to uncover history itself. She's been with him ever since, a permanent member of his growing crew.
Greatest Sins: Espionage, Murder (while it was unintentional, Hell doesn't care about gray areas. Only black and white)
Appearance: She's a young, beautiful woman, with pale yellow skin, radiant brown eyes, and thin, straight black hair usually pulled back into an assortment of fancy buns or ponytails. She's short and thin, only 5'2" and weighing 120 lbs, but don't let that fool you. She packs just as much bite as she does bark. Her clothing mostly consists of whites, and when adventuring, she wears thermal suits beneath her clothing, giving her optimal protection and comfort when delving into the depths of caves, or exploring the bottom of the atlantic ocean.
Age/Gender: 22/Female
Specialization: Historian Expert (among bountiful other things)
Country of Origin: China
Personality: Jia is insanely intelligent, and also very good at reading people, usually able to guess their entire life story based on a glance, even able to guess what they'd say next. Her superior intellect and confident personality make her an imposing, intimidating figure to even the hardest of men. She may not be physically trained, but that doesn't mean she's defenseless. She's quick, witty, and can evaluate situations in milliseconds, able to almost always come to a solution to any problem. She's one of Leon's most valued members for obvious reasons. Just don't fuck with her and she won't reveal to the entire world all of your dirty little secrets.
Backstory: Jia was raised in the slums of China by a sexist father. She was kept inside for a lot of her life, forced to do mundane things around the house, not even allowed to go to school. Her older brother was similarly forced into things he didn't want, such as studying to become a doctor, as that was what their father demanded. Objection meant a beating, and when that didn't work on her brother, he'd beat her instead. She spent almost all of her days pouring into books, absorbing all the information her mind could take, and then some. By age seven, she was fluent in three spoken languages, understood the mechanics of cars, and could count to the 100th digits of pi. By age ten, she was studying quantum physics, and rocket science. Her father refused to see her potential, and eventually, her mother took her and ran, leaving her brother to finish his last year of schooling with their father alone. Jia's mother took her out of China, using money she'd taken from her abusive husband, and fled to the Americas. There, she enrolled Jia at a school, meeting a hard-working mechanic that she began to date. At age 11, Jia was sought out by some of the greatest minds in the United States, and offered a full scholarship at a new prestigious and highly advanced private school, usually reserved for high school graduates. By age 12, she was attending Newton Private Academy alongside adults, most of which she surpassed in intelligence. It didn't take long for Jia to be moved to more and more advanced classes. By the time she graduated at age 15, she was smarter than pretty much all her professors. But through all this time, Jia always had one huge obsession. History. She couldn't get enough of it, delving into story after story, capable of reciting all the events, all the people, all the battles. She was a human prodigy. Her intelligence got her noticed by other people. Lesser people. People that introduced her to the darker side of the world. The dark web, where she met many people that made her uncomfortable. All save for one, who seemed interested in who she was and her interests. She talked to this stranger with the username 'Norahc'sFerry' for about a year, in which she poured her soul out to them. Then, Norahc began to offer things. Books, and encyclopedias, and offers. Offers like assassinating her father back in China. She took it as jokes, and on one day when her mother had a breakdown concerning her history with her abusive husband, Jia took up Norahc on their offer, asking for her father to be assassinated. At the time, she hadn't thought anything of it, just venting her frustrations to the one person who seemed to care about her for who she was, and not what she could do. Everything changed when three days later, Norahc sent a string of images, displaying the bloodied, mutilated corpses of her father in the flat she used to live in. He told her one thing following these images. "You're welcome". Jia blocked Norahc immediately, bringing this immediately to her mother's attention, and then the police. She was warned about the dangers of the dark web, and told not to go there again. She had no plans to. However, she began getting texts and messages from unknown numbers, asking her why she was ignoring them. She knew who it was. The messages began to turn violent, making threats to kill her brother, her mother, and herself. It wasn't until one number sent her an image of her entering her own home that she took action. She logged back onto the dark web, tapping deep into its coding, and forcing herself into Norahc's computer, hacking into it and sending all of his data and information, as well as his location, to the police. She didn't hear anything after that. It would be a couple years that she would meet a man named Leon, who offered her a chance out of the mundane, boring day-to-days of being the smartest woman on Earth, telling her of a chance to uncover history itself. She's been with him ever since, a permanent member of his growing crew.
Greatest Sins: Espionage, Murder (while it was unintentional, Hell doesn't care about gray areas. Only black and white)
Appearance: She's a young, beautiful woman, with pale yellow skin, radiant brown eyes, and thin, straight black hair usually pulled back into an assortment of fancy buns or ponytails. She's short and thin, only 5'2" and weighing 120 lbs, but don't let that fool you. She packs just as much bite as she does bark. Her clothing mostly consists of whites, and when adventuring, she wears thermal suits beneath her clothing, giving her optimal protection and comfort when delving into the depths of caves, or exploring the bottom of the atlantic ocean.
Full Name: Yelchukov Danya Anatolievich
Age/Gender: 40/Male
Specialization: Equipment Specialist
Country of Origin: Russia
Personality: If he doesn't like you, he'll punch your teeth out, and knock you into next week. Why? Because he doesn't tolerate people that don't respect him. If he likes you, he'll take care of you. He's a nice guy, all things considered. Even sometimes brings glasses of assorted drinks for other crew members. Not because he's paid to, but just because he wants to. He likes to be kind to the people that respect him. Getting him to even speak to you is one of the highest honors Danya can bestow, and Leon remains the only member on the crew who has ever heard Danya speak.
Backstory: Yelchukov Danya Anatolievich, or Danya, as his friends call him, is a quiet man. His life is one he doesn't share, nor thinks he should. He keeps to himself, and does his work. He's not in the adventuring business for the money, or the thrill, or the glory. He's here because he has nothing better to do. Not much is known about Danya's early life, aside from the fact that his family were pig farmers that went bankrupt at the collapse of the Soviet Union. He was raised by a rich uncle, before entering a life of crime, eventually becoming an assassin, even working with Leon quite a few times in the early days. That's how he wound up on Leon's adventures. An old friend. Hired muscle. He enjoys being the equipment specialist, his knowledge in survival equipment is more extensive than most, but he wouldn't tell you that.
Greatest Sins: Murder, Espionage, Fraud, Adultery, Rape, Greed, Wrath, Robbery, Piracy, Alcoholism, Treachery, Blasphemy, Human Trafficking, Regicide, Genocide, etc.
Appearance: A wide man, though in muscle rather than fat. He's stocky and well-built, with sad eyes, green in color. His face is made up of a hundred different scars, each with their own stories that he'll never tell. He's bald, with a thick black beard. Danya enjoys wearing whatever the hell is available, though it mostly consists of baggy jeans, baggy shirts, and baggy jackets.
Age/Gender: 40/Male
Specialization: Equipment Specialist
Country of Origin: Russia
Personality: If he doesn't like you, he'll punch your teeth out, and knock you into next week. Why? Because he doesn't tolerate people that don't respect him. If he likes you, he'll take care of you. He's a nice guy, all things considered. Even sometimes brings glasses of assorted drinks for other crew members. Not because he's paid to, but just because he wants to. He likes to be kind to the people that respect him. Getting him to even speak to you is one of the highest honors Danya can bestow, and Leon remains the only member on the crew who has ever heard Danya speak.
Backstory: Yelchukov Danya Anatolievich, or Danya, as his friends call him, is a quiet man. His life is one he doesn't share, nor thinks he should. He keeps to himself, and does his work. He's not in the adventuring business for the money, or the thrill, or the glory. He's here because he has nothing better to do. Not much is known about Danya's early life, aside from the fact that his family were pig farmers that went bankrupt at the collapse of the Soviet Union. He was raised by a rich uncle, before entering a life of crime, eventually becoming an assassin, even working with Leon quite a few times in the early days. That's how he wound up on Leon's adventures. An old friend. Hired muscle. He enjoys being the equipment specialist, his knowledge in survival equipment is more extensive than most, but he wouldn't tell you that.
Greatest Sins: Murder, Espionage, Fraud, Adultery, Rape, Greed, Wrath, Robbery, Piracy, Alcoholism, Treachery, Blasphemy, Human Trafficking, Regicide, Genocide, etc.
Appearance: A wide man, though in muscle rather than fat. He's stocky and well-built, with sad eyes, green in color. His face is made up of a hundred different scars, each with their own stories that he'll never tell. He's bald, with a thick black beard. Danya enjoys wearing whatever the hell is available, though it mostly consists of baggy jeans, baggy shirts, and baggy jackets.
