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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 873305" data-attributes="member: 11714">Rylee FallonDedicated Heroine 4/Soldier 1Military [Hide, Move Silently, Personal Firearms Proficiency]Age: 28Gender: femaleHeight: 5’6Weight: 132 lbsEyes: BlueHair: Short blondeSkin: lightly tannedNationality: IrishCurrent Residence: Somewhere in the Catskill MountainsCurrent Work: SurvivalistReligion: Formely CatholicAllegiance: NoneSTR: 14DEX: 14CON: 14INT: 16WIS: 14CHA: 12Hit Dice: 4d6 + 1d10 + 10HP: 41Defense: 16Initiative: +2BAB: +3- Melee: +5- Ranged: +5Speed: 30’FORT: +5REFL: +4WILL: +4REP: +2AP: 19Wealth: --Class Talents: - Skill Emphasis: Survival- AwareFeats:1st Level- Simple Weapons Proficiency- Proficiency (Personal Fire Arms Proficiency)- Point Blank Shot-Guide2nd Level- Medical Expert3rd Level-Stealthy4th Level- Track5th Level-Weapon Focus (Colt)Skills: Craft (Pharmaceutical):+8Hide: +12Knowledge: Current Events: +7Knowledge: Tactics: +10Knowledge: Earth and Life Sciences: +10Listen: +10Move silently: +12Navigate: +8Spot: +9Survival: +15Treat Injury: +8 Languages:Spoken Languages- English, GaelicWritten Languages- English, GaelicEquipment:Will add when we know what we get!Character IntroductionRylee 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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