Username:Steel Jay
Name:Rufus Mortimer
Age:29
Species:Human
Occupation:Legionaire
Important items:Wooden tobacco pipe, correctional monocle
Weaponry:Dual Rev-6 Maverick handcannons [(c) Steel Jay]
History:Captain of the Freeglory [(c) Square Enix]. Rufus had bought the ship from a small grant given to him by his mentor, a captain of a successful legionairing ship who got “too tired” of the work about half a year ago. Heavy smoker, even when he is practicing fisticuffs boxing, he is more or less wise about what job offers he gets.
Theme:Big Gun - ACDC
Personality:Rufus is not the only the one to sit down and have a nice cup of tea, but also the one to be manning the stage cannon on an airship, shouting profanities as he shot at the foe. Straight forward, hot on the trigger, but also, poetic, thoughtful, and sharp. Also fantsies the taste of tobacco from a pipe.
Appearance:6'1”, Brownish-red eyes, coppery black hair, gold monocle in left eye to correct sight, usually wears a black dress shirt and black waistcoat, creme colored pants with brown pinstripes, black dress shoes, battered brown leather duster coat, black belt with a large gold buckle, black gloves, and a coal black top hat with a nice bend in the brim.
Username: Steel Jay
Name: Caleb Crowhart
Age: Hard to tell, he tells everyone he is 34
Species: Human
Occupation: Airship Doctor/Alchemist
Important items: Avian mask, white canvas bag of medical supplies
Weaponry: Scalpels, scissors/shears, various potions he has created, syringes, etc.
History: Not much is really given about Caleb other than his great amount of knowledge about alchemy and the workings of medicine. He seemed to appear out of nowhere when he came to the Freeglory for work as the on board physician.
Theme: Tristram - Diablo
Personality: Slient, even when talking it is usually monotoned, unless he is speaking about something that angers him.
Appearance: 6'3”, stark white skin, oily black hair, always wearing an avian whit mask, beak about 14 inches long, black outline around around eye holes and over the bridge, aged glass covering the holes. Usually wearing an ankle long black robe with hood, odd crumpled wide brimmed hat, and black leather shoes with white wood heels. Also wears a cotton coat with two rows of buttons going to where it cuts off a little bit past the torso, to the neck, black slacks, and same shoes as before.
Username: Steel Jay
Name: Searil Spelloyal
Age: 301
Species: Human
Occupation: Legionaire/wizard
Important items: gold half moon pince nez, and various spell books/tomes
Weaponry: flint lock pistol [(c) http://www.redriverrenegades.com ], oak staff with snarled top (5 ' 6” length)
History: Born in the Arieska mountains, he was trained by one of the many wizarding guilds in the area, learning the magical arts. He eventually became tired of this, and began to explore the world. After many years, he settled down and opened a small, modest shop in Alden, though the addiction of travel was getting to him, he eventually became tired and began to look to the new transportation, airships. He was hired aboard the Freeglory about 4 months ago.
Theme: Immediate Music- Serenata Immortale
Personality: Age heavy in his voice, usually speaking from past experiences, usually cutting straight to the point.
Appearance: 6'2”, heavily aged slightly tan skin, gray hair that varies in tone from dark to light, thick long beard in the same color that goes down to the middle of his chest. The mustache is separate, usually curled up slightly at the tips or brushed into the beard. Usually wears a Dark gray long coat a little shy of touching the ground, brown boots and slightly-off white pants, dusty gray shirt, large monotoned gray pointed wide brimmed hat, the point sags slightly, his crystal blue eyes are helped by the gold rimmed pince nez with half moon lens. Reference [(c) Myles Pinkney
Username: Steel Jay
Name: Cornelius Baxter
Age: 29
Species: Human
Occupation: Airship pilot
Important items: Gold single wing pendant
Weaponry: Double Barreled Shotgun [(c) http://www.armchairgunshow.com ], Saber 30 inch blade [(c) http://www.brasscompass.com/ ]
History: Son of one of the leads in the Alden parliament, Cornelius was forced into study of politics and interaction with other countries, he became tired of doing wasted learning when he had already chosen his career of a pilot, already being able to control a small airship by the age of 14. He met Rufus on a joint mission with Alden air navy and some mercenaries were hired, soon they began to both trust each other in working. When Rufus bought the Freeglory, his first choice of pilot was no doubt but Cornelius.
Theme: A Haunting Wind - Khan Super Session
Personality: Cornelius usually tries to avoid conflict, unless it is the only way out or the fastest. But he is no pacifist, though not to the point where he is like Rufus.
Appearance: Stands at about 5'11”. Golden eyes contrast his dark coppery complexion. Parted chestnut brown hair though the professional effect is taking away by the fact his hair hovers slightly above his brow. Usually wears a white undershirt with red suspenders, over his leather bomber jacket with fleece trim around the neck and end of the sleeves, brown slacks with a gold design on the sides, black boots with gold buckles, and a pair of copper goggles with tinted lenses are around his head of convenience. Reference [(c) Steel Jay/Gaia]
Username: Steel Jay
Name: Alice Liddel
Age: 22
Species: Human
Occupation: Airship Mechanic
Important items: Rawhide leather toolbag, copper automated right arm, and gold pocket watch
Weaponry: Gold two shot derringer [(c) http://www.motormint.com ], 48 in. Pipe wench
History: A young student, enrolled in the prestigious Versialis college. She soon became tired of the schools teachings, already excelling in the field. She left, looking for work in the area. She soon found the Freeglory looking for someone to hire to be the on board mechanic, showing them her vast skills, she was hired and has been working their for the past 3 months.
Theme: Baker Street - Gerry Rafferty
Personality: Alice mood changes depending on the events and mood around her, either souring it or making it beneficially better.
Appearance: 5' 9”, Deep chocolate brown hair that waves down to her shoulder blades, dirt brown eyes, healthy light tan colored skin, her right arm has been replaced with a copper automated arm. Usually wears a deep blue dress, going down to her knees, and sleeves that only cover her shoulders. A white apron is over the dress, with slight chance of a blemish of oil on it. She wears a pair of striped stockings and a pair of black victorian boots. When working, she will wear a tawny rawhide leather overalls. At any time she wears a black bow to keep the hair out of her face.
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Moé
Age: ??? [Appears to be twenty-two]
Species: Human, but heals very fast from wounds
Occupation: Hospitality-nurse; specialty gun and bullet manufacturer
Important items: A small red vial that she lets nobody see, touch or have.
Weaponry: She usually has a custom-built Chief’s Special Model CS45 pistol [Image courtesy of smith-wesson.com] on hand, though she is not quick to use it, preferring nonviolence [yeah, like that is going to happen].
History: Although her history is relatively unknown to public record, Moé insists she is from a non-specified foreign country, hence her unusual appearance [and odd lack of familiarity with the world]. She came to ‘open her wares and love to the poor, sick, defenseless people of the world’.
Theme: Siktransit- Springtime
Personality: Sunny, bubbly, and a bit of an airhead, Moé is a rather odd young lady who always seems to be hiding something. She is quick to help or hide anybody non-suspicious, and she has a ‘cure-all’ potion [its recipe/potion form not for sale] that she administers to the sick. Moé seems to be hiding an apathetic dark side that rises whenever someone is rude to her, though she quickly covers it up. Is oddly fond of cranes and dogs, and seems to have some previous association with Caleb that he does not remember/Moé does not talk about. She is also a great cook.
Appearance: Moé is a buxom, curly-haired redhead with golden eyes. She has cream-colored skin, with pink lips/cheeks. She wears a short-sleeved white shirt and a brown corduroy corset, with brass gear-shaped lacing holes and black laces. She wears either black shorts, black clam-diggers, or black pants, depending on the weather. She wears brown lace-up knee-boots that match her corset in their design, and sometimes wears a black waist-apron and brass goggles while she works.
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Polly Didelphi
Age: 25
Species: Human with odd body chemistry
Occupation: Hospitality-nurse
Important items: Her pestle and mortar, her airship/shack
Weaponry: Her airship has turrets on its ‘roof’ and on its 'island'. Besides that, she has a large pestle to move her simiarly huge levitating mortar that she uses when she goes around town, and has a few candy-themed weapons.
History: Like Moé, she seems to come from a foreign land, and harbors some resentment towards Moé [and human life in general]. Polly is a baker on an airship disguised very well as a floating island. On the ‘floating island’, there is a shack, and the airship’s jets are in the form of gigantic, jet-trimmed chicken legs that move the ship through the sky.
Theme: Siktransit-Listat
Personality: Polly is very misleadingly-charming, especially towards men. One step inside of her shack, and you will be showered with all sorts of baked goods and sweets that will fatten you up in no time. She is a spectacular baker and pastry-chef, though she often advises against eating her meals. She uses compliments such as ‘juicy’ and ‘meaty’, as if she had intentions of eating you. Yeah, right, a cannibal, as if! What’s the chance of that happening?
Appearance: Polly is blonde [with pink streaks in her straight hair], and wears a stereotypical ‘tavern wench’ outfit, with everything non-white being in bright pinks and yellows. There are bright pink lollipops that seem to be growing from her temples. Her eyes are bright pink, and she is always smiling in a condescending, scheming way.
Username: Miss Lovely Rita
Name: Sherry Cranappine
Age: 14
Species: Human [?]
Occupation: Housemaid for Polly/Accomplice
Important items: Polly’s black cat and rabid dog, who really are Sherry’s.
Weaponry: She has a couple of concealed weapons, but they’re a kitchen knife and a ladle.
History: Sherry seems to come from the same area as Moé and Polly, but she says that she was a runaway who was saved by Polly, and trained to be an assistant in cooking and capturing— I mean, feeding and tending to anyone who passes by their ship.
Theme: Siktransit- Millionaire Cat
Personality: Very quiet, cynical, and scheming, Sherry has no thoughts of rebellion against her mistress, who she freely works with. Has an affection for lace and white cloth [she collects handkerchiefs]. May help you escape Polly if you give her a trinket in return, but this is not always guaranteed.
Appearance: Her [most likely dyed] soft and wavy hair is baby-blue, but the darker areas of it seem to be pink. She has tanned skin, hazel eyes, and wears a black dress with long, black-and-white-striped sleeves. Sherry wears belts on her wrists and one on her waist. Sherry wears similarly striped tights with balled ankle boots. In darkness, her skin grows luminescent and grayish-blue, her face appears skull-like from the eyes-down, and circles appear under her eyes.
Username: dragonhealer
Name: Kate Together
Age: 24
Species: Very much human
Occupation: Airship co-Pilot/ hired blade.
Important items: Guns, Sword, Mom’s orange knit hat, Lime flavored candy.
Weaponry: Guns,COP derringers, they are her favorite weapon after all. She's got six of them each small enough to fit into an underarm holster, they may be cheep but they are sturdy. A sword Well more like a souped up machete. She wears it on her belt when she's on the job in case she needs to snip a loose thread or something.
History: She just got done working on a merchant’s ship that flew the distance between the northern and southern Cost once every two weeks, she had worked as a part-time pilot but mostly as a guard. Now she’s jobless and on the look out for a new occupational opportunity.
Theme: Cake- The Distance
Personality: Emotional but tough, She’s strong and hot headed. Not easily hurt, she loved to talk and he heard.
Appearance: Six foot, one inch. She’s toned and hard. Her short dirty blonde hair is cut in the style most men prefer now days with long bits in front and shorter in back so that she can slick it back if she wanted to, to get a very handsome effect. Her skin is slightly tanned but also surprisingly pale. Her eyes are light blue and cold. She wears Brown tough boots, Tan breaches with leather patches at the knee, A off white men’s dress shirt and a dark brown tux vest that holds her holsters, and believe me, she’s got holsters.
Username: =X_scope_X=
Name: Iden Wheelbrook
Age: 22
Species: Human
Occupation: Originally a transport vehicle engineer. Now works on weaponry.
Important items: Messenger bag in which he carries his tools of his trade.
Weaponary: Varies depending on what he has made beforehand. Usually ends up breaking them fairly quickly due to the scarce availability of fine materials.
History: The Wheelbrook Estate and Co. It was the company that lead the technological advancement of steam technology in all of Neo-London. That was until Steel Core Industries joined the race.
At first, they competed for the lead just like all companies. Then came the disaster. Upon a dreary winter night, an "accident" had occured. Over 170 boilers within the Wheelbrook's factory reached critical point at once, leaving nothing but ruins where the gigantuous building once stood proud. The explosion had taken the lives of the majority of the employees, including Iden's father. The rest were left to lead crippled lives, filled with misery and despair.
Then came the assassinations. Each one of his family were being picked off. His sister, a simple gun shot to the head. His brother the collision of carriages. His mother, the malfunctioning of a analytical engine that caused the machinery in their house to crush the mother. Things were certainly looking grimdark for Iden, however, determined the find the motivation and truth behind these assassinations, he has dedicated himself to a secretive life, investigating the Steel Core Industries and their connections of his family.
Theme: Smoke // Cornelius
Personality: Iden is a very intellectual man. He rarely ever acts upon impulse and keeps a cool head to think rationally. Despite this, his outer shell presents him as the exact opposite. He often acts as though he were some kind of street rat. Some kind of delinquint, running amongst the younger theives with whom he has formed an alliance with, acting as his eyes and ears.
Appearance: Iden's eyes are very dark to the point where they are mistaken to be jet black. A feature that often causes a discomfort to those meeting him for the first time. His hair is short and is pushed slightly to the side giving the illusion tidiness and his slender face sits lightly upon his neck. Overall, he is fairly strong. His shameless body is covered with a simple white shirt and a pair of brown pants that are tucked into his boots which reach up to his calves. On top of this, he often wears a vest. During the winter and visits to colder places, he simply throws on a heavy coat and a scarf.
Username: zombamafoo
Name: Alexander Atlas
Age: 22
Species: Human
Occupation: Doctor of Ill Repute
Important items: First aid kit, jeweler's glasses
Weaponry: Set of 10 throwing knives (gun was left on board his old vessel)
History: Alexander was an orphan who showed extreme scientific prowess at a very young age. He left his orphanage at the age of 14 to go to a medical school, where he graduated at the top of his class. He was quickly snapped up as a ship's doctor by one of the largest and most famous airships in the world. He often got in trouble for doing 'unnecessary' doctoring on his patients. The captain kept him on, however, for his skills. The captain was not so forgiving when Alexander was caught acting 'untoward' to his (the captain's) wife. He was thrown out in the nearest town (Rousé), where he has lived for almost a year now. He's destitute because nobody will hire him, due to his less-than-savory past. Most of his posessions were still on his old ship when he was thrown out. He survives by running a back-alley pharmacy and surgery.
Theme: Carpe - Russian Circles
Personality: Haughty and arrogant. Even though he's down on his luck, he think he's smarter than everyone around him. He's a good liar, and isn't above petty thievery. He is very bored with anything that doesn't interest him, but when he gets onto a subject that he does enjoy, he's very focused.
Appearance: He has lank brown hair, reaching just past his shoulders and starting down his back. As he has little money, and has to spend it on necessities, his clothes are grimy. When he's working, he wears a heavily stained lab coat, the arms of which are particularly stained (red-brown). When he's not, he wears a heavy overcoat, even when it's warm. This isn't as stained as his lab coat, but the hem is quite muddy. He's quite pale, and he has light green eyes. He wears a pair of jeweler's glasses (with the little flip-down magnifying lenses). He pulls his hair back when he is working.
Username: Forest_Herder
Name: Zerath, Spawn of Zoll’Har
-Identifies himself as: Lord Zerath Van Har
Age: Seven hundred Fifty seven.
-Typically appears to be a child.
Species: Drow, and a heaping dash of not so divine influence.
-He can be referred to as a spawn, half-devil, or, les accurately, a half-daemon.
Occupation: Harbinger.
-Meaning: he is a gloried and Very board messenger
--“What!? I’m giving ‘The end is nigh’ speech again? I wait a century for something to do and I get to recite this crap again!?” ~Zerath, Sixteen thirty eight, Eighth of March.
Important items: ‘Family crest’, an amulet that holds an enchanted image of a white and lifeless tree, a red river and a sparse landscape; it has the effect of making those gazing upon it regard Zerath as a very important individual, be it that he is seen as royalty or simply the latest hell spawn sent to give the, used to death, end is now speech and give the ‘forces of light’ ample time to stop said end. Defiler’s pouch, a bottomless bag of coins of any domination; Coins, outside of the pouch, vanish with proximity to hollowed objects. Two Zoll’Geen gems, artifacts that use mortal blood to form corporeal bodies used by demonic fiends that obey only their master, Zerath, while intimidating, and atypically very hard to kill, the fiends are not very strong in and of themselves, but can take the appearance of any of those who’s blood forms there mortal shell.
Weaponry/Combat related abilities: Fangs and Claws/transformation, acidic blood and rapid regeneration.
-Being a spawn of an, and more commonly called the, Arch blood devil, Zoll’Har, Zerath is afforded several powers, those he is best known for are:
-- Transformation: Zerath is able to readily change the shape and consistency of his body, thus far he has managed to form claws able to hold up to the force of a cutlass and grow scales as tough as hardened leather. He has, on occasion made use of a pair of wings that have also doubled as a second pare of arms. Furthermore, he is able to change his size and shape to look like a decrepitly old mage, a new born baby, or even a charming vixen, however, Zerath’s own vanity prevents the use of the latter form. Finally, Zerath does not have the fin control needed to mimic the form of another beyond filling out there profile closely.
--Acidic blood: Zerath’s blood is acidic to the point of pitting polished steel or making flesh bust into boils in an instant. While a very potent power, it is also the very most volatile.
-- Rapid regeneration: By far his greatest strength, and the one he is most dependent on, Zerath can regenerate and recover fully from the most deadly of wounds, within two strikes of the minute’s hand seemingly without limit.
--[Notes: The strength of Zerath’s abilities is very volatile, this lists the general height of them, and requires that at least one nearby individual is terrified of him, or that most are simply scared of him. At the same time, faith stings… Also, as a half corporeal being, Zerath can’t be banished or killed by any amount of raw holly energy, as such could at most render him mortal, thus allowing him access to the heart of any temple, not that he would be wise for venturing into a temple]
History: The b*****d chilled of a human woman and a devil, Zerath is what could be called a good devil spawn, meaning he would just as soon become someone’s best friend as murder them in their sleep on a passing whim. Zerath is best known for his deeds in the dark ages, were he roamed free slaying whole villages, only to act as a guardian angel to others, golden hair and bright blue eyes to boot.
In the hatchery of hell, a place he has never been and is actually fearful of, Zerath is both near the top and the bottom at the same time; He is what can be considered royalty, thus high ranking, but has very little power of his own and no underlings save soulless fiends, thus a protected pawn with a nigh empty title.
[Random notes: In demonology, aside from being a messenger of Zoll’Har, Zerath is regarded as a whimsical character with no real goal, but is also known to never outright lie.
While a full arch devil, Zoll’har is most commonly, and mistakenly, called an arch demon or daemon, which would mark Zerath as a imp, rather than a spawn]
Theme: Truth beneath the rose
Personality: Zerath knows well hatred, fear and agony, better than most full devils in fact, he also knows terror, dread, and despair; he knows them all on a personal level. Yet, as a spawn, or rather a half devil, Zerath dues ‘enjoy’ a fully mortal soul that has long since fractured under the strain of his own existence.
He wears the mask of his more sinister heritage as a shield, for it is he who dreads the agony of rejection; he hides within the depths of his sins, for it is he who is fearful of judgment. He pretends the schemer, for it is he who is played the fool. He leaves but one survivor, for it is he who is left alone. He hates courage and valor, for it is he who cannot face his own destiny and not despair; he punishes the powerless, for it is he who has no strength. He evokes doubt, for it is he who is insecure, and he fears faith, for it is he who cannot be saved. He further tears down the downtrodden, for it is he, Harbinger of hell, who has no hop.
Appearance: Zerath’s true form is rarely seen, even by Zerath himself; instead his appearance can be judged by his two sides, the angelic, and the demonic, both children who could be twins, possibly a bit of sloth on his part. Both of these, favored, forms average, a neck bending, four foot eight inches in height and have their hair in any length or style he so wishes at a passing whim, with a general rule that he uses it to hide at lest the top of his ears. His, more common, demonic face is, as the angelic face, youthful and has very few distinguishing features, save for large eyes; His eyes are a deep brown, unless he is blatantly showing himself as a daemonic being in which case they are the more cliché glowing crimson, his hair is raven black and he is nigh always grinning with exaggerated canines. His skin is fair and a dark gray shade of obsidian. As for wardrobe his demonic self wears elaborate, high necked and stiff robes of either black or deep purple with crimson and gold details with a full, hoodless cloak; that is reflective, black and scaled on the outside, with a red inner lining.
The angelic side of Zerath’s face employs sapphire eyes that sparkle, if not outright shine, his hair glistens like molten gold. His skin tone reflects that of a high elf, healthy yet pale with a golden radiance. A more baffling detail is his cleanliness in the form, impeccably so at all times, literally, an oddity that gives him away as something, unnatural. As for clothing, what he portrays his less sinister self wearing is again robes, although more airy and simplistic. The bas color of his robs is, shockingly, white with light blue accents. In addition to the robes, Zerath, again, has a full cloak but this time of dove feathers with no inner liner.
Misc: Zerath is morbidly afraid of rain, to a lesser degree, open flames, and, while he does not fear them, Zerath also has a deep respect for guns. “Those things sting twice, once in the ear and once in the flesh!” ~Zerath, Eighteen seventy five, Tenth of May
Username: Afandjegudiel
Name: Derek Parker
Age: 19
Species: Human
Occupation: University Dropout, Adventure Seeker
Important items: Carries his journal with him at all times to document his adventures.
Weaponry: A small revolver(of which he has no real idea how to use)
History: Raised in Alden by his mother, Ellen, and father, Patrick. They were upper-middle class, almost to the point of being upper-class citizens. His father barely worked and his mother managed the house servants. The three of them lived a fairly easy life. However, when growing up, all Derek could think about was a life of high adventure, filled with sky pirates and magic and danger.
When Patrick died, his airship company moved into the hands of his board until Derek would become of age. Ellen sent him to the University of Alden in order to prepare him for his new life as head of the company. Now, there is only one more year left in his life before Derek will become of age and be forced into a life of money managing and dinner parties. His dreams were to be nothing but just that. Something had to be done.
On the 14th of July, Derek left his books in his dorm, his wallet on his dresser, and all his money save enough to buy a gun under his matteress. He packed with him a fountain pen and ink-well and a blank journal. Maybe he would be a wealthy sutor someday, but not today, and certainly not in a year's time. With that, he set off to follow his dreams.
Theme: Rockstar - Nickelback
Personality: Carefree, and a little too accepting. Danger frightens him at a deep level, but he is not afraid to act.
Appearance:Short brown hair and blue eyes that tend to change their exact hue with the weather. He wears simple brown and tan clothes that he assumes peasant-folk would wear, but are actually still a little too expensive. His skin is pale with tan undertones to it, but once in the sunlight, he tans to a golden brown.
Username: Thunder-king01
Name: Joesph Pternov
Age: 28
Species: Human
Occupation: Engineer/ Airship Maintance
Important items: engineer's googles, engineer's mask
Weaponry: Pistol. Rifles some airships keep locked up as a saftey percaution. After one close call he know keeps a Knife on him at all times.
History: His father was a engineer, so it was no wonder that Joesph became one aswell. At 22 he reveived his certificate and was hired by a company that builds and repairs Airships. Since then he's been rather happy with his job.
Theme: Mr fix it by The amazing Crowns
Personality: Off the job sight he's a happy enough fellow, but on the work sight he's abit more serious and focused on the work. but he still jokes around with the guys around the shop.
Appearance:Joesph
Pternov
He stands at about 5' 11 with a slim build. Despite this he his strong enough to do even the most lowly grunt work. He always has his googles around his neck when he's not using them, their a combination of magnification glasses and welder's googles. When off the job he prefers to dress abit better then some, but when he's on the job he's as much of a grease monkey as any. He keeps his hair to a minimal lenght, but if he did let it grow it'd be a dark brown. And when not hidden behind his googles his eyes are a dark green.
Username: Thunder-king01
Name: Alexander Morris "The iron merc"
Age: 38
Species: Human
Occupation: Mercenary, formerly a weapons/armor tester
Important items: Mask and Torso peice (Copy right marvel comics and Stark industries
Weaponry: Pair of hybrid handguns (Credit goes to ubisoft)
History: Originally payed to test new weapons and forms of armor for the military, a accident with something known as the 'Iron men project' Saw him hournable discharged from the project. The idea was to try and create a walking tank of a man. To take a human and cover him from head to toe in armor and see if he could survive bullets. This proved false as the iron armor was far to heavy, the mask and chestplate however combonation showed promise. after he was discharged he took his knowledge from testing and made himself a iron man as well as managed to "Borrow" a pair of experemental hybrid guns
Theme: iron man by Ozzy Osbourne
Personality: Their are two sides to his coin. When he puts on the iron mask and chestplate. He is deadly serious, anyone and everyone who doesn't surrender or doesn't flee is a target, anyone who draws a gun on him is dead. But when he's just being him he's a really nice guy and is fairly easy to get along with.
Appearance: Stands at about 6'3 with broad shoulders and well muscled arms. He usually wears a light cotten shirt, dressed pants and dress shoes. The shirt is a clean white well the pants and shoes are black. His hair is combed back and is a slick black. He has a small well trimmed beard that is black also. He always has this confidente air about him that can't help but put people at ease at times. When he's in his mercenary outfit he wears the mask and chest plate as well as iron backed, fingerless leather gloves. He wears a long sleeve leather shirt over his cotton one which has extra paddin on the elbows. As well as a pair of holisters for his guns with ammo. He wears heavy leather pants with extra padding on the knees and steel toed boots.
Username: Serrenedy
Name: Serrrenedy White
Age: 17
Species: human...maybe
Occupation: She's a mechanic
Important items: Her airship, her hammer
Weaponry: A five foot hammer that rest on her back
History: She was always a mean kid...just mean. In Kindergardern she stole toys from the other kids to attack them with their toys. She cheated on spelling test, just 'cause she could. She actually skipped two grades regardless. When She was in sixth grade and was to go home to learn weaveing, cooking, cleaning-'woman jobs' she pretended to be a boy. Her mother in a final attempt to make her change adopted an orphan...It didn't work. She was now just protective and mean. She was orriginaly blonde, but she likes her new hair better. At 13 she was a trained enginer. At 15 she built the airship and it took her two months to get her piloit's licence. She left home a year ago, her sister stowed away. Her other only asks that she remebers to stop for food once in a bit.
Theme: GIVE IT BACK
Personality: Mean-she just is, possibly from a combination on malnutrition and sleep deprevation, jerky-as if she's always nervous, persistant-that's why she rarely sleeps. She gets something in her head she WON'T STOP, not until she's knocked out or it's done...or Sally cries, overprtective...don't go near Sally and you'll be...Actually she's a decent human being, if you don't mind brusies.
Appearance: She's 5'4" she looks even shorter due to the hammer. She has long hotpink hair, but it's usualy piled under her cap and covered in soot-like the rest of her. Beneath the dirt she's tan-strange being as the U.V rays have to go through the grime to get to her skin. She's got a good smile, ironicly she's got a heart shaped face. She'd be pretty if she was normal. As it is, she's unnatually thin-in fact there are places you can count some of her bones. Her eyes have a sunken in look from lack of sleep, granted that just makes the hazel prettier. She's normaly seen in her 'work clothes'; a beige boobtop with a kaki jacket over it. Kaki shorts, beige cap, brown miners boots, black miners gloves, and of course the unmissable black and brown hammer that she keeps in place with her supply backpack. She fights-a LOT. She fightsfor money, Sally, if she's in a bad mood, if she's in a good mood...She also gets in fights if anone stares at her small breast or butt.
Username: Serrenedy
Name: Sally White
Age: 10
Species: their not sure, human in shape
Occupation: magician
Important items: her magic staff
Weaponry: Her magic, a wrench
History: Sally was in the stonebrook orphanige-just abandoned at two years old. She was brought by a worried looking woman-as she later discovered-to help her abrasive seven year old. Sally grew up with a sence of humor-Serrenedy didn't seam to realize how funny her irrational anger was at times, for some reason unbenowst to her she can remeber every instant of her life exsept the two minutes that would tell her her mother and species. And yes, she remembers the walls of the uturus, she dosen't get it. She realized she knew magic at five years old. She'd been weaveing a flower crown for Serrenedy...the...color....it ran into her hair. She insist she loves it but Sally knows better. Sallly helped Serrenedy build that...thing, or rather, se stood around with a wrench and tightened the same four bolts five times in an week. She didn't want her to leave, and cried the week she was going to. Anabelle-the woman she never called 'mom' told her to go with her. She argeed, after all Serrenedy could protect her, but who would protect Serrenedy? She's there to remind to eat, pull her away from her projects, make sure she dosen't end up in jail...the like.
Theme: Sing
Personality: She's nice, fair, she's mostly levelheaded, after all-living with Serrenedy she's got the patience of a saint. She trust easily, but useualy lets her sister handell things. She gets worried and worked up very easily, not emotional, just overly worried. It's hard to get her angry, not impossible, and don't be near her when she is.
Appearance: Sally is 4' perfectly. She's got large eyes that fluctuate betwen Amber and Purple depending on her mood or spells, and that allegedly glow red in the dark. She's often seen in a light pink dress that actually converts into a pantsuit and cloak. She's got a bright smile and a round face. She's very pretty for her age, but Serrenedy makes her eat before, or if she does. Sally's got medium length white hair that flips in strange ways and flies around her if she's annoyed, she tries to keep it in a braid tied down with ribbions. She's never dirty and has relatively smoth skin, but she hasn't hit the acne stage yet, she has no chest. Her skin itself is black, as if the soot from Serrenedy's projects rubbed off on her, she doesn't know why.
Username: DreaMaster
Name: Elmendir
Age: 333
Species: Elf
Occupation: Priest of Gallen (an old god)
Important items: A thuergic scroll, An Amulet to ward off demons. A winding symbol
Weaponry: a staff and throwing daggers
History: Elmendir was born and raised in the Amar Forest. At young age he expressed a deep seated fascination with How the winds blew about the trees, even going so far as to tell his parents that the tress spoke to him through the rustling of their leaves. His father went to the priests and asked them to tutor their child. They agreed and let the child into their Grove. after forty years of training the elf wished to spread the word of the Old god.
Theme:Walking in the Air
Personality: He is a kindhearted elf. He often goes out of his way to help others as he believes it to be his mission given to him by the old gods, plus he just likes helping people. He holds his Spirituality in high regard and he will try to explain it to anyone who asks. He is also fair spoken and his voice is soft and gentle, much like a summer breeze. However he can become quite violent and moody like a tempest if he is provoked.
Appearance:Elmendir dresses in a simple green vestment that goes all the way down to his knees and tied with a belt. This vestment while simple has a complex elvish decoration sewn into it as well as a orange hemming that is also decorated in the same fashion. on his left leg is a blackened Iron torc that rings around his calf. He always goes barefooted. On his right cheek is a tattoo that looks kind like a backward 'e' over it and right under his eyes (which are blue) are three dots, under the shape are two down ward strokes that curve slightly to the right.
Hair:blond
Height 5'6''
Username: Visba
Name: Remi Bakovsky
Age: 19
Species: Human
Occupation: Musician/Tinkerer
Important items: Oud, leather tool belt, foldeable hangglider, holy book
Weaponry: wrench, hangglider (when folded it is the size of a very long staff)
History: Remi hails from the countryside of Alden. He recieved his primary education at a parochial school, though he is not particularly religious. He only really enjoyed the musical aspects of the school, as his religion has a rich musical tradition. Still, some of his religious principles, such as the high value of study and community, influence him very much as an adult. When he turned 13 he travelled to the city to recieve a secondary education, when he became fascinated with physics and engineering. When he wasn't studying or playing his Oud, he was usually tinkering with random objects, jurry-rigging this or assembling and disassembling that, humming to himself all the while. He completed his secondary education at the age of 18 and went out to travel the world, which he finds to be fascinating. He makes a living as a musician primarily, though he often finds himself employed on airships as a mechanic or a clergyman.
Theme: Ace of Wands - Steve Hackett
Personality: Remi is eccentric, to say the least. He is very eager to make and converse with friends, but he is also prone to spells of absent-mindedness. For example, he often becomes lost in some reverie in the middle of a conversation, or will begin singing without realizing it. He loves music and tinkering; hence, he always carries around his Oud and his tools. He is a rather brilliant and quick thinker and has quick reflexes when he is focused; otherwise he is usually very distracted, lost in some pondering or song. He is not much of a fighter, partially because he finds it abhorrent and partially because he often finds himself distracted in the heat of battle, so he avoids it whenever possible.
Appearance: He is 5'9" with long, wavy, dark-brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, and a thin build. He wears a grey, cotton shirt and long, grey pants with a leather tool belt around his waist which holds a wrench, screwdriver, pliers, hammer, hand drill, and some other assorted smaller tools. Over this, particularly when it is cold, he wears a mouse-brown overcoat and a grey scarf. He has a very long wooden staff which he carries with him, as well as a medium-sized instrument case which is strapped to his back.
Username: Krahken
Name: Gears
Age: Undeterminable
Species: Animus Mechanus
Occupation: Unemployed
Important items: He has none.
Weaponry: A junk metal sword.
History: Found in a junk yard buried underneath tons of metal, Gears was only accidentally uncovered when the owners were shifting the mounds around to create extra space for more junk. When discovered he was immediately observed and tested by scholars and the theory that he was a random occurrence in the junk in which Gears was created as an independent and intelligent sentient being realising he meant no harm to anyone the scholar's left due to that they had nothing more to research. He worked on the scrap yard helping the owners lift and shift junk until one day Gears fashioned a sword out of scrap metal and left. He has been travelling and looking for a purpose in his existance ever since...
Theme: What a horrible night to have a curse.
Personality: Gears is initially friendly, investigative and distant from people as if always in thought. Processing the world around him Gears takes on a male personality due to being around men the most in his life.
Appearance:(c) deems (Deviantart) Gears stands a straight 7ft tall easily towering over most humans. He is rusted in places but otherwise looks to be made purely out of cast black steel and is covered in scratches and dents. His optical eye glows red that is more noticable during night giving him night vision and the exhausts coming out all over his body emits steam every now and then and seems to come out more when he is experiencing emotions.
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Username: r o c k e t - g o - g o
Name: London Hall
Age: 20
Species: Human
Occupation: Adventurer who aspires to be a Mechanic
Important items: Her gear pendant which was a gift from her mother when she entered school in the hopes she would finish a degree in engineering and become a mechanic and her gun which is from her father given to her on her 15th birthday.
Weaponry: { pistol (c) heatherbomb at deviantart }
History: Born and raised in Rousé London has grown up around air ships. Her parents operated a small Inn where she spent her childhood meeting travelers and merchants from around the world, hearing their stories of far away lands and dreaming of the day she would be able to leave with them. Though her parents were not rich they were generous and had a hard time turning people away, often given poor travelers a free meal for the night and maybe even a room, depending on the circumstances. This generosity left them barely making ends meet and when London was offered the chance at a scholarship to go to a local university, having done very well in her studies from an early age, her parents jumped at the chance. She spent two long years taking all sorts of course and feeling no calling.. only a strong calling to the airships that passed her lecture halls. Now that her semester has ended she's decided to take things into her own hands. She's a pretty good cook having worked under her mother in the kitchen and is very hospitable to others. Her father has also taught her how to shoot, taking her hunting in the Mi'Tenth Forest and she's been the proud owner of her pistol since her 15th birthday!!
Theme: { Back to the Future Cover by Adrian Holovaty }
Personality: London's personality is very loud, she herself is very loud too. She enjoys singing, whistling, making music, staying up all night, sleeping in all day, dancing, eating and all other forms of merriment. She dislikes insects, overly girlie girls, and is absolutely terrified of the dark. London a very empathetic person, though not psychic in any terms she relates heavily to the way people are feeling and feels down when others are feeling down. She always puts others before herself.
Appearance: { (c) digibunny at deviantart } London is very short coming in at about 4'11" short. She's sometimes mistaken for a child due to her size and stature. She has vibrant emerald eyes and curly black hair that goes down to her mid back that she almost always keeps pinned up. She is fairly pale but enjoys
Name: London Hall
Age: 20
Species: Human
Occupation: Adventurer who aspires to be a Mechanic
Important items: Her gear pendant which was a gift from her mother when she entered school in the hopes she would finish a degree in engineering and become a mechanic and her gun which is from her father given to her on her 15th birthday.
Weaponry: { pistol (c) heatherbomb at deviantart }
History: Born and raised in Rousé London has grown up around air ships. Her parents operated a small Inn where she spent her childhood meeting travelers and merchants from around the world, hearing their stories of far away lands and dreaming of the day she would be able to leave with them. Though her parents were not rich they were generous and had a hard time turning people away, often given poor travelers a free meal for the night and maybe even a room, depending on the circumstances. This generosity left them barely making ends meet and when London was offered the chance at a scholarship to go to a local university, having done very well in her studies from an early age, her parents jumped at the chance. She spent two long years taking all sorts of course and feeling no calling.. only a strong calling to the airships that passed her lecture halls. Now that her semester has ended she's decided to take things into her own hands. She's a pretty good cook having worked under her mother in the kitchen and is very hospitable to others. Her father has also taught her how to shoot, taking her hunting in the Mi'Tenth Forest and she's been the proud owner of her pistol since her 15th birthday!!
Theme: { Back to the Future Cover by Adrian Holovaty }
Personality: London's personality is very loud, she herself is very loud too. She enjoys singing, whistling, making music, staying up all night, sleeping in all day, dancing, eating and all other forms of merriment. She dislikes insects, overly girlie girls, and is absolutely terrified of the dark. London a very empathetic person, though not psychic in any terms she relates heavily to the way people are feeling and feels down when others are feeling down. She always puts others before herself.
Appearance: { (c) digibunny at deviantart } London is very short coming in at about 4'11" short. She's sometimes mistaken for a child due to her size and stature. She has vibrant emerald eyes and curly black hair that goes down to her mid back that she almost always keeps pinned up. She is fairly pale but enjoys
