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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 870403" data-attributes="member: 11714">Rylee Fallon was born and raised on a sizeable lot of land in Ireland.  The farming on the land was not great, a problem that was compounded by seasons of poor weather and the occasional bad crop decisions.  As a result, it was not uncommon for her family to supplement their meager food stores by hunting in the woods surrounding the farm for meat; selling the animal furs kept them from living in total poverty.Her parents were sympathizers of the IRA, and helped the militant group in any way that they could.  Most often, this help took the form of providing a safe haven for its soldiers, either within the farm house, or out in the forest, where they used their survival skills to help the terrorists to survive.  On more than one occasion, Rylee was sent out into the forest with the members of the IRA; it was easier to explain her absence for months at a time.Her last job with the IRA consisted of hiding a militant by the name of Frederick McBride, who had built a number of bombs for the IRA.  He was a disgusting man, and though Rylee had to help him survive, she felt no obligation to spend more time with him than she had to.  As a result, she spent most of her time as far as she could get from him, tracking, hunting, and scavenging for food.  Unused to being alone, Frederick amused himself by leaving the forest to terrorize the livestock of neighboring farms, secure in the knowledge no one knew where he was.  The local farmers, however, did not take to his antics, and called the local police.  They were easily able to track Frederick to his hiding spot, but had no idea he was even receiving help from Rylee because she was so much better at concealing her tracks.  Rylee herself had no idea that Frederick had been arrested until after she returned to camp later that evening.  Terrified of what the IRA would do to her for her failure, she went into hiding.When the police realized who they had, they turned Frederick over to the British Special Forces.  During interrogation, Frederick broke, naming a number of ranking members of the IRA, and identifying the Fallon farm as a haven for terrorists.  When the special forces arrived to make arrests, a gun fight broke out, killing a number of people, military and militant alike.  Among the dead were Rylee’s parents.After spending several months in the forest, Rylee gathered the courage to return home.  It did not take long for her to discover what had happened there.  She realized that she could no longer stay in Ireland, so she sold the family farm and fled to the United States.  Once in the United States, she began making her living by teaching survival skills, mostly to the weekend campers who vacationed in the Catskills, but occasionally to army and air force personnel.  Once she had enough money, she bought a small cabin high up in the mountains, so far away from civilization that no one hears the occasional rounds exchanged with the assassins sent by the IRA.  In fact, she had almost mistook that sharply dressed Lieutenant for an assassin…Rylee Fallon5th level character (4 Dedicated/1 Soldier)STR:  14 (6)DEX: 14 (6) CON: 14 (6) INT: 16 (6) (15 base +1 at 4th)WIS: 14 (6) CHA: 12 (4) Talents: Skill Emphasis: SurvivalAwareHit points: 40    Defense: 16Speed: 30 ftInitiative: +2BAB: +3Reputation: +2Melee: +5Ranged: +5Saves:Fort: + 6Ref: + 4Will: + 4Languages (Read/Write & Speak)GaelicEnglishAction points: 5 + 6 + 6 + 7 + 7 =  19 total Occupation: MilitaryBonus Feat: Personal Fire ArmsBonus class skills: Hide, Move SilentlyWealth bonus: +1Skills:Craft (Pharmaceutical): 3 ranks + 3 (Int) + 2 (Medical Expert) = 8Hide: 8 ranks + 2(dex) + 2 (Stealthy) = 12Knowledge: Current Events: 4 ranks + 3 (Int) = 7Knowledge: Tactics: 7 ranks + 3 (int) = 10Knowledge: Earth and Life Sciences: 7 ranks + 3 (int) = 10Listen: 8 ranks + 2 (wis) = 10Move silently: 8 ranks + 2 (dex) + 2 (Stealthy) = 12Navigate: 3 ranks + 3 (Int) + 2 (Guide feat) = 8Spot: 7 ranks + 2 (wis) = 9Survival: 8 ranks + 2 (wis) + 3 (Skill Emphasis) + 2 (Guide feat) =15Treat Injury: 4 ranks + 2 (wis) + 2 (Medical Expert) = 8Feats:Guide Personal Firearms Proficiency Point Blank Shot Track Weapon Focus StealthyMedical ExpertRylee Fallon was in the process of resetting a trap when she heard the sound of an approaching car.  This far away from civilization, there were only two types of people who would try to negotiate the treacherous mountain roads in a car- people who had gotten really lost, or people who were looking for her.  Biting her lower lip, she reached down to pick up the Winchester 94 rifle that she never left home without, and began quietly scooting forward, staying low to the ground.  A few feet in front of her was a ridge that she could use to get a closer look at her visitors.Once on the ledge, it was easy to see the car.  Clearly they were having trouble on the winding road, and had to come to a complete stop when they reached a heavy log that she had rolled out onto the road a few days earlier… to deter any visitors.  In a kneeling position, Rylee took aim with her rifle, waiting to see just who was driving the car, and ready to shoot if it was who she thought it was.  It was a sharply dressed officer who stepped out of the car, definitely not one of the ones she had been expecting.  Lowering her gun, she regarded the military man for a moment, before the writing on the door of the car caught her eye.  “U. S. Air Force?  Must be lost,” she muttered to herself, with a shake of her head.  Scooting away from the edge, she descended the ridge, intending to help the officer move the log and send him on his way.“Rylee Fallon?” he asked as she emerged from the trees.  She immediately paused, regarding him suspiciously and tightening the grip on her rifle.  Maybe this was a trick?  “I am,” she confirmed warily.  He regarded the rifle for a moment, and then held out a sealed envelope to her.  After a moment’s hesitation she moved forward a few paces to retrieve it.  Eyeing him warily, she then started to retreat.“Wait, I need to take that envelope back, along with your answer,” The officer protested, starting to move after her.“I’m just going over here,” Rylee responded, as she ducked into cover behind a tree.  The officer stopped where he was, and after making sure that he was not going anywhere, she opened the envelope, and began to read.  “Fort Collins?”  she muttered, “Where the hell is Fort Collins?”  Still, what the letter suggested sounded interesting, even if it did not go into detail.  Why not?  It beat hanging around here, waiting to get shot.“Sure, I’ll go,” she said at last, emerging from behind the tree to return the letter to the officer, “Lemme just get my stuff.”  Without another word, she turned and went back into the woods, where she had left her backpack, near the trap.  Hoisting it onto her back, she returned to the car, and tossed the backpack and rifle in the backseat.  “Now… let’s see about getting that log out of the way”</blockquote>

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