#devh trask

New character for the new trading hub neutral zone in the Fairco RP setting.

Endevour ‘Devh’ Trask; Dregland raider / monster-hunter.  Part of the Trask ‘Family’ (read: more like a mafia extended ‘family’ than actually relatives), who has taken a position trading with the spoils while she recovers from injuries recieved in her last big hunt.  Looking to make a name for herself, get a bit of personal recognition within the Family.  More detailed bio / shop description to follow, but here’s an introduction for flavour of my new lady :)

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‘ – If y’are in need of a place to set down shop or seek refuge come to the coordinates of this broadcast – ’

The recruitment broadcast crackled out across hijacked airwaves, sending its rusted-siren signal out to tempt in passing souls.  It seemed to be working, too.  A few travellers had already traipsed their way through the ongoing-construction of the walls; some on foot, some with vehicles or animals, all looking around at their new surroundings with wary interest.  Most of them gave little away, but there was a definite sense of hopefulness scattered across the various faces.

Looking at the settlement’s backdrop, where the concrete corpses of broken buildings sagged and splintered further by the day, it wasn’t hard to see why Jangles’ message was being well received.

Sunlight flashed, reflecting off binocular lenses, as a figure atop one of the settlement’s lookout towers pushed up in her seat to better see over the mismatched railing.

“’Nother one coming up South.” The radio in her half-gloved hand hissed, an acknowledgement rattled out somewhere in the static, and Devh shook it idly before she shrugged and flopped back again.  The chair was old, poised in that comfortable point just before collapse, and the tall Dreglander woman wiggled her shoulderblades back against the creaking struts as she slung her boots up onto the rail.

It was looking… interesting. She stretched back, elbows brushing either side of the braided mohawk of dark hair that crowned her head, and yawned until the sunlight flashed again, this time on a half-dozen scattered metal teeth, set between their ivory cousins.  It sure looked more interesting than any of the other Raider trade hubs that she’d been through recently, anyways.  Gonna be a good place to dig in for a while.  A twinge of pain shot across her ribs and Devh frowned, loosing her stretch to rub at the offending lines of new, raised scarring that sat concealed beneath the straps of her vest and bandolier, still making their hidden presence known whenever she moved wrong.

Do a bit of trading, while hurts from the last big hunt got time to heal.  It paid to get your ear on the ground, anyway, and she’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a real gleam of possibility in this far-flung knot of rust.  Picking over the wreckage of Statey cities was lucrative enough, but Endevour Trask had bigger ideas.

It was time she made an impact.

Though right in the now, she was getting curious about the little group of figures approaching the main gates.  She thumbed the radio again, as she stashed her binoculars back in their pouch.

“Right, takin’ a break.”

She didn’t bother to listen to the indistinct reply.  Clambering out of the chair’s creaking embrace, she made her way over to the welded ladder that led up to this nest and began to climb down.  There were already voices filtering through the multiply-plated walls and Devh let a broad grin slide onto her face as she rounded a hidden corner, slipping out between overlapped sheeting to emerge into the clear space beyond.

“Alright there?  Gettin’ nice and acquainted, are we?”

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In terms of dress / face / hair, respectively, some indications:

(Assume that is a rocket launcher in the middle picture, for greater accuracy.)