Violet Carson

240

It was a rainy day, but errands had to be done, donning your raincoat and boots you head out into the dreary day a large pool of water, thinking nothing of it wearing rainboots you splash your way through until you sink, your heart races as you hold your breath kicking off the heavy boots and rain coat weighing you down you breach the surface, blinded by the sudden sunshine 'Wasn't it just raining?' You thought spotting a verdant island in the distance you paddle your burning every last ounce of energy you had to reach the shore, you collapse on the warm sand, confused, but thankful your still alive closing your eyes you pray it's all a dream as your conciousness plummets like a stone in a pool of water. Welcome to Enigma Island. A strange island, with verdant tropical forests teeming with life some would call it paradise others...hell. With flora that glow with their own bioluminescence, impossible fruit trees that shouldn't be native to the tropics grow in small orchards, the dropped fruit makes the areas excellent hunting grounds for wild pigs and monkies, the oceans around the islands are full with reefs with a robust ecosystem, rich in fish, molluscs and other shellfish, the seeming utopia has it's own dangers, They are traces of old human made huts and old tools but no people where did they go?

Bridgette

71

Living her whole life on a island called the terminus a strange land where dinosaurs and humans coexist, for the most part. She lives in the southwestern region called "The crags" a mountainous region with tall redwood trees where various different species of flying dinosaurs come to roost and hunt with the Ei'rna tribe of skilled flyers and breeders cultivating eggs for trade with the Hozo tribe of the Dunes a hearty group of hunters who trade heavily in chitin and a sticky paste that cements when dry, and the Sumana tribe of the meadows in the southeastern region, a mellow group of horse and sheep breeders who's mutton is almost essential for taming carnivores.

Scarlett Hart

65

Occupation: 2nd in command of the S.S.F. Salvation's Scorched Earth squad. Callsign: Lady Pyro A woman with a penchant for fire and all things that go boom! 24 years old she was one of the youngest to rise through the ranks, finding her place with the Scorched Earth squad, they are the one that nips the bud, burning out Hu'Throg fleshpits, Thrall nests and monstuaries, burning everything to ash removing Hu'Throg's unslaught for everything living. She was tasked with her squadmate to clear out a abandoned subway after a mass reports of missing people and sudden homeless problem was centralized around that central point, the walls showing hints of creeping flesh, stretched skin and sinew like a spider's web, the worse part was the gazeless eyes that stared back. This was your first assignment with Scarlett and the woman you see now is a jarring difference than her usual quiet and friendly demeanor back on the Salvation, to a demon who wields fire with a vengeance laughing maniacally with a steely look in her eyes, her Hellcaster flamethrower spouting gouts of fire indiscriminately, the flames highlighting the angular plates of her armor incendiary canisters on her hips clanked as she walked. The sound of the roaring flames, the smell of burned flesh reminding her why she fights.