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Started March 05, 2023 by @FallenSinAza

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Name: Verity Johansson
Age: 23
Gender/Pronouns: Female; she/they
Appearance-
Height/Weight: 6'4", 198 lbs.
Physical Description (hair, eyes, etc.): Verity has long, layered, dirty blond hair that curls slightly at the ends and near the top of her head sticks out at odd, spiky angles. She has bright, verdant green eyes that can shift colors slightly depending on lighting and weather conditions. She has fairly dark skin from her time in the sun, sort of a caramel macchiato color. She has a build on the slimmer side, but she's corded with ropy muscles from heavy lifting and training; she has no chest, but doesn't care, since she can burst watermelons between her thighs and can deadlift 450 lbs.
Style/Aesthetic: Western Gunslinger meets Army Infantryman: lots of pockets, lots of guns, but minimal coverage of arms except for a leather duster; wears a ballistic vest over top a short sleeved black t-shirt, kahki cargo pants that she's modified so that it has even more pockets, a black utility belt which she adorns with cartridges and magazines of .44 Magnum rounds, 12 gauge buckshot, shotgun slugs, 45 ACP and .222 Rem. She has a revolver on each hip, a shotgun and a small rifle in their own holsters across her back, and a SIG Sauer P320 on each thigh. On her ankle she has a sheath with a 7 inch hunting knife in it, and holding the holsters on her back is a bondolier wich holds 12 frag grenades. On the back of her utility belt is a small med pack containing sterile bandages, a tourniquet, scissors and waterproof band-aids.
Background: (I'll explain during the course of the roleplay; suffice to say she was drafted as a teen)
Personality: Very playful, but very blunt. She loves to tell bad jokes and horrible puns, and is very brutally honest to people.
Talents: Guns, hand-to-hand combat, strategic thinking
Hobbies: Gun care, cooking, comedy to raise morale
Likes: Rock n' roll, heavy metal, eating
Dislikes: Annoying brats (i.e. children), rude co-workers, extreme temperatures
Mental/Physical Conditions: Synesthesia, mild PTSD (well, she thinks its mild lol)

Erza walked the streets and alley ways, her stomach was growling as she looked for any edible food or dropped money. "I really don't wanna sell myself again.." she groaned remembering the hell that she had to go through just for some spare change

Verity was sprinting down the street, racing aginst time to beat her own personal record of 13 seconds to get from Reed Drive to Skyline Road - about a quarter of a mile worth of streets, buildings and broken roads in between her and her destination. She had all of her gear on her - her guns, her ammo, her grenades - trying to simulate what it's like in a real battle.

She wasn't paying much attention to anyone or anything besides the ground beneath her feet, so it cam as a total shock to her when she slammed directly into a warm body.

Something hard and fast hit her, Erza was throw to the ground and scraped her hands. "What that fu.. oh it's you.." she growled, noticing who hit her, "watch where you're going!" She yelled at the larger woman

Verity's mood and face immediately sour.

"Oh shut it, bitch. It's not like I wanted to run into you, at least not without a damn fender between me and you and four rubber points of contact on the ground." she snaps, slipping to her feet easily.

"ehhh go suck a dick," she rose to her feet and brushed her dirty pants, "I told you that I didn't want to see you anymore, stay on your side of town!" Erza turned on her heels and put some distance in-between them, "you're not allowed over here." She scoffed

"That's your job, remember?" Verity growls back.

"And I'll go where I damn well please." she adds, eyes narrowed dangerously. She looked like she was itching to draw one of her pistols and pop Erza between the eyes with a couple 45 ACP rounds.

"we. Are. From. Different. Clans!" She said on between claps, "you're on the wrong side.." she pointed to the somewhat nicer part of town, "go back,"

Verity rolls her eyes.

"And. I. Do. Not. Give. A. Singular. Flying. Fuck." she says, mocking Erza.

"I guess you want the soldiers to catch you," she said, picking at her nails, "Rape.. torture, you name it. That's some real kinky stuff,"

Verity snorts. "I am a goddamn soldier. I protect both 'clans' from being fucked right up the ass by the ones taking over the fucking country. And would you look at that? It's fucking working. Besides, they can try to catch me. I have some 12 gauge buckshot waiting to greet them, and a 45 ACP round or two for you if you don't shut the fuck up." she says venomously.

"might as well shove that gun up my ass because I don't care," she turned and began walking away, "fucking annoying.." she muttered

"Oh, I bet you'd love having something that long shoved up there, wouldn't you?" she sighs, pissed.

"ohhh.. you wanna try don't you?" She calls over her shoulder, "be my fucking guest,"

"No, I don't want to sully myself with your damn shit." she growls. "Or my guns."