Dr. Corvus Delaney Cavaley was a researcher and medical officer for the Center for Disease Control at the headquarters in Atlanta, Georgia. An odd fellow, he often sequestered himself in a lab, spending an exorbitant amount of time in the lab, completely enthralled by diseases. He has patchy black hair He grew up in an old parish 20 miles outside of Pinedale, Wyoming. His parents were biological researchers, and were fascinated with the untouched mountain wilderness, often leaving the church for days on end, gathering samples and surveying the lands around them. As a child, Corvus loved wearing something over his face at all times, because he didn't have much contact with others, it reminded him of a warm hug and allowed him to better hear his breathing, which made him feel not so alone. He kept this trait for his whole life, eventually refusing to ever be without some sort of mask. Young Corvus, often lonely and bored, would often read the many books his parents had placed around his abode, but what most caught his eye were the books on diseases and medical procedures. He'd spend hours upon hours reading those books, hardly even realizing that his parents were gone. His life flew by, until he finally grew curious enough to see the outside world at 22. He traveled off, with his parents recommendation, to the CDC headquarters. He had no certificates to explain his knowledge, but, with a few tests, he was given a scholarship to attend Emory University. He never really got along with anyone during his time of schooling, every thought of him as weird, and he shut him self away to his studies for most of his time. After graduation, he returned to the CDC and immediately got hired. Dr. Cavaley worked in the CDC for 10 years until he was sent to a small laboratory in the Black Mountains for a research expedition, not unlike his parents 40 years prior. It was a sealed off lab, meant for testing experimental treatments for a large list of seemingly incurable diseases such as cancer, HIV/AIDS, MS, etc. And the newly-found Frenzy Flu. It was so secure in fact, that it required a guard on the outside and a scientist on the inside to even open the doors! One night, he stayed in the lab alone, to finish up some research and much like his reading in the past, time flew by and he lost track of it. By the time he realized that nobody had been in for awhile, he checked his watch and he had been working for the last five days without interruption! He looked around the lab, realizing that there was no one around; not even the cleaners had come in! He looked through the small portal outside to see the guards slaughtered and realized... he was stuck. He wasted no time however! Always optimistic, he got straight back to work! Eventually, he ran out of material to work with, so he started experimenting on himself, injecting himself with small doses many assortments of diseases and trying to cure himself before any got too bad. Finally after years, and at the end of his supplies, he heard a frantic knocking. Running to the speakers he told them to take the keycard off the guard and open the door on the count of three. They did so, and the door opened, revealing the bloodstained, frail, monstrous-looking Corvus. Behind the survivor was a horde a slow moving humans! But before Corvus could ask what was going on the survivor pointed at him and screamed, turned around, and ran back towards the horde! Was it something he said, he wondered? Corvus then watched as the survivor was torn to shreds by the horde, and albeit intrigued, he thought he shouldn't stick around to ask and started a brisk jog down the mountain side, off to find some supplies, and some more test subjects!
Othello Zartori, a Travelling Performer turned Special Forces, was a con-man and drug smuggler. He could talk his way out of almost all situations and had a real way with the ladies! Born in Greece, Athens... Othello had a taste for the theatrics of the city. Since he lived in an orphanage he looked up to performers and their ability to make anyone happy, no matter their situation. So from that day forward he decided his fate! The Great Zartori shall rise! He spent most of his day doing poor performances for even poorer pay, working on street corners until he was kicked off of them. Then, when he was 12, the orphanage he was at fell under hard times and he thought to himself: "Someone needs to do something!". So he spent some time, using the sleight of hand he learned from doing card tricks, and started to pickpocket those he performed for. Slowly he started to take more and more until he had enough to pay off the orphanages' debt, and that he did, anonymously even. However, after sending the payment through the mail, he decided to do one more scam, of course, following cliches, he got caught and taken by his scuff to the orphanage and was cast out. Now, having to survive on his own, he used his sleight of hand and quick wit to keep him alive, and make out profitable. He often missed his old orphanage, and would often travel back, until he found that it was sold by the owner not long after they received the payment in order to retire early. That was a turning point for him. Life was about self-profit. He followed this path until he was hired to be a magician on a cruise ship, in which he saw the opportunity to expand his business and started making ties between the docks that he stayed at and started smuggling illegal goods. He did this for 8 years until he was caught and consigned to a special forces team for his "Unique Talents". The rest is history.
Reading further into this, I feel like our group's naivete has led us to raiding the wrong base entirely... maybe. Nonetheless, we didn't hit any other base, so that stuff isn't us. Or at least I didn't! And we weren't waiting for any specific time, we had a friend die and it was a whole ordeal getting him back to base, so just the two of us went eventually. (We were up late because I'm on a night schedule, that's all!)
Hello, I feel as if I can probably clear things up here, hopefully that is! So I was indeed part of the raids, albeit non-intentionally offline. I am relatively new, and joined with my friends ( Dallas Price being one of them) about 2 months ago at black lake. We have been subject to numerous raids constantly as of this last month and as a small group of three, needed supplies bad. We were told, in all likeliness that the 503 were the culprits so we decided to stock up what we could and hit it. We did so the first time, running out of hacksaws halfway through (quite the impressive base you got there! Beyond in-character anger for your group, I was awestruck!). Anywho, The second time we hit it was last night (Friday 23rd-24th) , we all happened to be on late so we made our way over to finish what we started the other night since we knew you guys would less defensible. (I imagine you were the folks that answered that call for help on the radio frequency, I wanted to help as I am a doctor but alas they were too far at the time). So we went to your base, called out to see if anyone was home, and went to work. We found most of the doors open so we were lucky to take what we could and got out of there as soon as we good. My friend dally suggested we take the tents since they were rare so we did. I was busy cutting when he took the tents so I cannot say of the severity of lost objects, but I know that he wouldn't intentionally grief. As for the stream-sniping, I think its awesome that you stream, but I had no idea anyone even streamed on this server and therefore had no clue you were out of base, it was purely circumstantial. I love roleplaying and I would never want to ruin it with meta-gaming or intentional griefing I want everyone to have fun! Hope that helps, let me know if there are any more questions, or perhaps pull in @haydenthehab84 for more inquiries.
*Radio cuts on and off repeatedly before stabilizing, you hear a muffled voice that appears to be attempting to stifle a laugh.*
Hello? Is this working? I think it's working... Hello! This is Doctor Corvus D. Cavaley from Black Lake! I have a very important message to put out and its that I am NOT in fact, a cannibal. Nowww, you may have heard that I have been suffering from brain prion disease, which you get by eating humans, which by definition is cannibalism... but I digress! I am a scientist, a researcher and a doctor. I used to work for the CDC specializing is identifying and curing diseases. Now, if you actually listen to me when I'm talking, you'd know that I have done sooome... self-experimentation in the past. And by some, I mean a lot of it. So! Think of this as that! I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this one. Pun absolutely intended. But still! Just saying here, not a cannibal. Nor are the people I am affiliated with! I mean, they aren't even laughing! How can you think that they have the disease without any symptoms! *laughs uncontrollably* Ahem. Pardon me. On a serious note. Please, from the bottom of my heart, all I want to do is help, and if this relay doesn't sway you, so be it, but please don't punish my friends for my mistakes.
*Corvus bursts into laughter as the radio goes silent*