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| [Introduction]
Hey! This is a story so that the people who are in the original campfire can write and start their characters up. Eventually we'll join together. See the main campfire at "An RPG"  Note: This is only for people already in the original campfire that haven't had a chance to write yet. I am not taking new people at the moment due to the fact that a semi large group was the cause of this "half" to begin with. *wink* Please start with bio's. Same rules apply. |
 Wiskers Name: Penelope PryceAge: 16 Appearence: Penelope is tall, slim and curvy. She has large blue eyes and a nose that most consider "cute", with wavy brown hair that goes to her shoulders. Role on Ship: Captain, Navigator. Attributes: Allure- Penelope is pretty. 'Nuff said. Good Navigator- She can find her way and lead her crew through the worst weather; galactic or otherwise. Empathetic- Penelope is good at relating with other people. She's generally a compassionate person. Street Smart- Pretty self explanitory. She's also good at getting a bargain. Complications: Hot Headed- Knows what she wants and what she believes. Doesn't like to be questioned or challenged. Spender- A true girl, Penelope likes to shop. And she does it well. Emotional- This can be a good thing, but not when it gets in the way. Weak Stomach- Penelope is brave, no doubt. But she gets nautious easily, ex. At sight of blood, etc. TSC- MIA Name: Even Smithee Age: 40 Appearence: His skin is pale, complimented by neglected long golden hair, with icy blue-white eyes covered by small, compact spectacles. His posture is a bit crooked, and he's usualy garbed in a long, black robe. Position: Ship's Engineer/Scientist. Attributes: Wise In Age - Even is both smart, and wise. Anyone with a real brain duster of a question should come straight to him for a practical, or even ridiculuse question. He'd answer both with integrity and real-world logic.-Major Tinkerer / Experimenter - Likes to fiddle with technology, trying to figure out how things work and how he could reproduce it, or fix it if nessisary. It's this that makes him ideal as an Engineer, and a Scientist. Loves to learn more, and is always conducting some new experiment. His intrest in subjects varies almost daily, He's gone from developing a portable shield weapon, capable of deflecting even advanced Laser weaponry, to fiddling with the DNA of insectoids. -Major Ungodly Focus - He can tune out a Marching Band playing as loud as they can when completly focused on a task, or experiment. He gets VERY into whatever he's doing at the moment.-Minor Weirdness Relatable- Because he himself is a bit strange, other "normal" people in the Galaxy would find strange and unfit to assciate with, Even finds as just average people. It's hard to really surprise him because of this.-Minor Complications: Respect your Elders! - Doesn't get along with disrepectful youths, as Even requires others respect his rank on the ship. Quite obviously, he can't really take a joke. He gets angry really quick when you start insulting his position or anything about him really. The other half of this explanation is he respects anyone either older or higher ranked than him, almost to a suck-upish point.-Major "Damnit Jim, I'm a Scientist, Not a Doctor!!" - Puts the fact that he's a Scientist before a lot of things, risking maybe more than he should for the sake of an Experiment. Is very passionate of said experiments also, protective, and occasionally secretive. Also, is definatly not a Doctor. Go to him for wise words of advice, not to patch up your cuts and scars.-Major His name is Even, but he's kinda odd! - He's fairly introverted, not a very public person. A bunch of people could easily find him weird, which certainly attracts different sorts of crowds, however the fact that they might not exactly be the "Right" crowd. But if you really spent the time to get to know him, you'd find him a nice, friendly fellow, if a bit creepy.-Minor Disdainful Shopper - Hates shopping to the extreme, he can't help but feel every shopkeeper around him is trying to take all he's worth, exploit him to satisfy their own greedy desires. Just sends a list of whatever items he may need to Penelope, as he's been on the ship long enough to know her immense like for shopping. -Minor i don't know Name: Larshont RennyAge: 25 Appearence: His skin is pale, has yellowish brown hair, with icy blue-white eyes, he usually where's blue. Position: Ship Protecter Attributes: smart- larshont is very intellegent.-Major power suit- he wears a power suit which gives him the ability to lift up to 2 tons, run for long distances at nearly 25 miles per hour and the ability to jump nearly 5 meters in the air and nearly 20 meters in distance. Very major good with technology- Larshont knows a lot about technology and how to use it. minor good shot-Larshont is a goo marksman. minor Complications: Weakish hands- Though his power suit gives him incredible strength his hands are incredibly hard if he tried to punch through a wall he would probably could break his hands. minor Cocky- Larshont isn't the type of guy who respects people. minor Bad sleeper-Larshont often finds it hard to get to sleep. Wiskers Everyone please welcome our newest crew member: abhorrentthingName: Edmund Beate Age: 17 Appearance: Because he suffers from a disease that slowly kills his living tissue, Edmund’s skin is dry in some places and cracked in many others. He is also a very sickly pale with a few discolorations. He has gelled back black hair with sideburns and bright blue eyes. Clothing: He wears a dark green long sleeved top, and loose fitting black pants that stop above the ankle. Along with this he wears a necklace made up of dark red squares and soft slipper like shoes. Status aboard the ship: Computer Technician Assets - Humor (minor): He likes to make light of a situation to try and make everyone feel better. - Computer Skills (major): He is skilled at fixing computers and understands how they work very well. He can also cover the ship’s tracks. - Positive (minor): Has a generally optimistic outlook on life, and tries to project his good feelings on others. - Knows his place (minor): Respects those above his position and those older than him, and listens to them. Complications - Torisis (major): He genetically inherited Torisis from his father; a disease that kills his cell tissue over time. The only way to combat it is with medicine called 564-02. - Sensitive to Pain (minor): Edmund’s Torisis has left him highly sensitive to pain, so he would be a hindrance in a fight. - Dependency (major): Twice a day, Edmund must take 564-02 - Humor (minor): Sometimes he takes his jokes too far, which can bother people and sometimes make them uncomfortable. - Jealousy (minor): Can sometimes get jealous of others’ good health. It usually only happens when he’s unhappy, though. ~~~~---~~~~ Penelope sighed as she examined her appearance in the floor length mirror that doubled as her closet door. Her hair was waving nicely, and she hadn't even had to do anything to it, which was a plus. The navy long sleeved shirt she had on under her black vest made her eyes appear to be bluer then they were, which was also a plus. Her pants were black and slimming, and they disappeared into her black boots with the lace up straps. When she moved, a slight jangling could be heard from her wrist, along which an assortment of gold bangles hung, and she had two small silver earrings in the top of her left ear. The favorite part of her attire was, as always, a silver necklace with what appeared to be some sort of graceful winged creature with big diamond-like crystals, which her mother had given her. "Oh well." She supposed. It was good enough for now. She hit the button that opened her door and walked out into the hallway. Penelope and her crew lived in a small but fairly spacious ship that was known as The Comet's Voyage, which they usually just called Comet. It was interesting that the youngest member of the crew should be the Captain, but hey, it was her ship. And she'd proved her leadership skills by-the-by. Although, when she announced that she was going to paint the interior pink, they'd almost had a mutiny. Almost. Truthfully, no one could resist her face. Besides the fact that, as afore mentioned, it was her ship. She met everyone else in the dining room. She, as a girl, and a fashionable one at that, was usually the last to breakfast. Even Even was there, and he was usually in his lab. "Heyo." Larshont said, sipping coffee with his feet up on the table. He winked at her. "Feet off." Penelope said, pushing his legs. "Good morning! I have something I wanted to show you! I discovered-" Even had begun excitedly, forgetting that his spoon was halfway to his mouth. "Hang on, I need to eat or I won't know what your saying." Penelope said, reaching toward the cupboard. Honestly she never really grasped his genius, but it was more bearable on a full stomach. Even seemed crestfallen, but he complied. "Here, let me help you." Edmund said, who was taller then Penelope was. He opened the cupboard and handed her the box of cereal, wincing, then smiling. Penelope smiled back. "Thanks." She always enjoyed hanging out with Edmund. He was like, super nice. Plus he always seemed to admire her fashion sense. At least, he complemented her quite often. "So, what are we doing today?" Larshont asked, and they all looked up at her. "Well..." She began. "We don't have to be in the Lefrion System till Tuesday, so I was thinking we could do a little shopping." She beamed. A collective sigh followed. TSC- MIA The one sigh upon which the other's sighs were dwarfed came from Even, which was by now a known fact. His unique, higher pitched moan was followed by him lifting himself from his chair. His messy blond hair fell into his eyes as he rose, the crinkles in his black robe unfolding. "Dearest Captain while I respect your wishes for the crew, I fear that as usual I will excuse myself from your little adventure into Capitalism." "Oh you're such a stick in the mud Even..." Penelope began, placing a hand on her hip. She raised her other hand in a willing sort of plea. "I won't force you. But I'd like at least ONE of you guys to come with me!" The other two men sagged in their chairs. "Edmund, actually, I have use for in the lab today..." Even piped, drawing the attention of the three others. "My discovery I've tried to elaborate on earlier may provide useful in finding a cure for our noble computer technician's most dreadful illness." A warm smile overtook Edmund as Even spoke, himself actually giving himself his daily dose of 564-02 to help him through the disease. "Really Even? A true cure?" Larshont spoke, leaning back on his chair. "You said the same thing a few weeks back about duct tape being the key to the universe." A wrinkle took over his forehead. "I'll figure out why duct tape is SO integral in EVERY culture along this and every other universe, so help me...The last discovery relating to that was mearly premature! This, however, has been a well thought out and well designed experiment!" Penelope sighed and leaned back against the counter. "If Edmund wants to stay and help, he's free to. It is his future you're talking of." Edmund nodded his head, looking from Penelope to Even, to Larshont. The latter thought for a second before adressing him. "Hey, any chance to find a cure is worth taking I guess...Do it bud. I'll go with our Head Honcho," Larshont said, smiling at the young man. Edmund was about to thank both of them before Even scooped him up in one of his arms, the other pointing towards the lab, already leading him towards it. "Don't worry Edmund! A few tests, a dash of experimentation, and a whole load of research and we'll have your illness cured!...Hopefully..." "If you say so Eve..." Edmund began, their voices diminishing as they deserted the table leaving only Larshont and Penelope to the early morning meal. i don't know Oh i forgot to tell you about this.actualy he has the ability to he has the ability to lift 3 tonnes and two things. strengths. partail invurebility. his power suit which cowers his torso, chest, waist upper legs and fore arms is very strong. minor battle techniques: his suit also gives him super human agility and moderetly increased reflexes, he knows many battle techniques like jumping and kicking, hurling large objects, uses large objects as sheilds an weopans and running up to and enemy and twisting there are enougth to easily break bones. major gadgets. he also carries gadgets like shockwave grenades and super heavy metall balls. minor. complecations. compasinate. he can easily be stopped by an enemy threating to kill a freind, and rarely uses certain techniques (exspecally the bone breaker ones) unless enraged. deadly enemy. minor: he also has an enemy called drilon dreel who's a hireable mercentary for a large inter dimensional organisation called dark mercentaries, who has the same type of powersuit but drilons one can lift 4.5 tonnes (thats 60 times the normal strength of a normal human being) he doesnt have as many techniques but is reuthless and uses bone breaking techniques all the time, and also has some super heavy metal balls. (id' like this guy to be a baddy for this and show up soon, but i don't want him to die at any time. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "ok lets go" said penelope happily. but once they got into town things got messy. meanwhile. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - drilon was in town... he was walking around... he was going to make larshont pay for messing up his mission, boy was he mad... he had lost a lot of money there. he had been lucky enough to get a mercentery mission here he knew larshont was here... when he next got the chance he would lure him out then he would break all his bones and the he would kill him, with his upgrades on the power suit it would be easy... he looked at the other six mercentaries with, he couldn't belive he'd been pared with those amuters those mid level mercentaries. bralt, cralt, dralt, fralt, gralt and pralt. they each hand a resonably high powered enrergy sword energy saber, two energy pistols and a energy mini rifle. Terrzielyn As the door to Even’s lab opened, Edmund smiled at the scientist and said carefully, “I appreciate your help sir, but I can walk perfectly well on my own. It’s not like everything I do hurts…” “Nonsense, my dear boy!” Even said as he pulled Beate gently into his lab and sat him down onto a chair. “In my field, we treat all of our guests and participants with great care. This includes you.” As soon as Edmund sat down he was immediately distracted by the very chair he was sitting in. “Hey, great! This is the kind that spins.” As soon as he said this he grasped the nearest counter and whirled himself around. Already at rifling through a stack of papers on one of the many desks in the room, Even said, “Please don’t do that. That’s my favorite chair.” Edmund grinned sheepishly and apologized. A few moments passed until Even said, “Actually, Edmund, I have a favor to ask of you while you’re here.” “What is it?” Even nodded at one of the computers near the back of his lab and said, “It’s that blasted machine back there. It wont respond to any of my commands; typed out or spoken.” Edmund wheeled the chair over to the computer and said, “Consider it fixed.” He started to examine computer’s key pads and audio interface when Even started to ask questions. “Now, these pills you take, 564-02, how often do you have to take them?” Before answering, Edmund thought to himself, Who names a medicine after a series of numbers, anyway? Sounds like someone was creatively bankrupt. “Twice a day.” He said, still fiddling with the computer. “Once before going to sleep, and another ten hours later. The effects of 564-02 wear off after nine to ten hours, so there’s usually at least four hours of no effect from the medicine.” Ed paused; he had found the problem that was plaguing the computer. Picking up with his explanation, he added, “Which, actually, isn’t that bad.” When he was done with Even’s computer, Edmund wheeled himself over to the table Even was working at and kept talking. “I mean, I’m not crippled; I’m sick. There’s a difference.” Even put down the paper he was writing on and said, “Well, nonetheless it needs a cure. Now let’s get started.” Edmund changed the subject, trying to get back on a happy note. “Heh, do you think Larshont is alright with Penelope?” “I doubt it.” Even said dryly. Wiskers "Do you like this one?" Penelope said, holding up a dress to her chest. "Uh..." Larshont seemed at a loss. "Yes?" She looked it over once more. "Eh..." She wrinkled her nose and tossed it aside, then pulled out another one. "Ooh.." Larshont shifted his weight from one foot to another. "I thought you liked shopping." She said, a twinkle in her eyes. "Not for clothes." He said, eyeing a tall blonde then winking back at Penelope. Penelope rolled her eyes but continued to smile. "I wonder how Edmund is..." She asked thoughtfully, sifting through the rack of clothes. "I hope Even isn't being too mad scientist on him..." "I'm going to go get some ice cream." He said, then stopped. "That is, if I have permission." "Pft. Just go." Penelope laughed. "Get me one too." "Got it." She idly picked up a necklace. It was pretty... but it practically screamed sales rack. Maybe this bracelet...? Suddenly she heard screams and a crash. She turned quickly to see Larshont in the ice cream vendor, a few power suited thugs surrounding him. "Uh, guys?" Penelope asked into the comm, trying to keep her cool. "We have a problem." Terrzielyn Edmund was about to say something about Penelope to Even when they received her voice over the comm. "We have a problem." Even stepped away from his work table, concerned, and asked, "What is it?" Penelope's voice was crackly and full of static, but they could tell that whatever the trouble was, it was urgent. Whatever it is, Edmund thought as he stepped over to where Even was standing, it must be serious. "There's a bunch of guys in power suits threatening Larshont. I need you two here. Now." As soon as she finished, Even and Edmund gathered their things and hurried down the ship's corridor and headed for the exit. As they walked, Even looked back at Edmund and said, "I apologize Edmund. It seems we have to leave our business for another time." Making sure that his blaster was holstered and ready, Edmund replied back, "Ah, don't worry about it doc. I've gotten used to all of this." Even whirled his head towards Edmund, eyes narrow. "I certainly hope that you did not call me that on purpose. "Call you what?" Edmund asked, smiling inwardly. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Fortunately, the store that Penelope and Larshont were at wasn't all that far away. That coupled with their speed, the two arrived at the store quickly. As they entered, Edmund could see why she was worried. They were severely outnumbered, not to mention the power suits that the thugs were wearing. The scene was at a standstill; Penelope was ready to attack but at a distance away from the thugs, and Even drew in closer as Edmund kept his distance and his hand gripped around his blaster. Things were starting to get tense. i don't know (only drilon's wearing a power suit, the other baddies are just wearing very light flexi-armour.) bralt lept at larshont and wung his energy blade at him, larsont jumped up grabbed bralt's head and threw him at cralt and dralt knocking them over. penelope threw a rock at fralt, causing a bruise in the side of his head. Even got out something an quickly asembled it forming a light n8 battle robot. the armoured thugs startedd to back of until drilon came into the feild, "your gonna pay for messing up my mission, i lost a lot of money ad my rank went down because ofo it". he picked car he threw it a larshont. larshont jumped out of the way. larshont knew they had little chance of winning, it would be very difficult for him to defeat drilon, and it would be very diffucult for his freinds to defeat the 6 energy sword guys, those mercantaries had a lot of skill from there trainging, and they had energy guns too, ten he heard a very distant siren, if they could last untill the police got here they could escape. Obsidian Name: JakobsAge: 19 Apperance: Jakobs is tall, sturdy, and well-built. He has a heavy-set square jaw, and a constantly grim look on his rugged, scarred face. He's bald. Role on Ship: Support, Body-guard. Attributes: Strong - Need to lift that heavy rock? No problem. Marksman - 300 yards? Don't even need a scope. Overcompensator - The bigger, the better. If it's anything smaller than a rocket-launching chain-gun, don't even bother. Silent - He doesn't object, he doesn't annoy. He just does Complications Not the Sharpest Tool in the Shed - Some people think they can outsmart Jakobs... They're probably right. But he's yet to see one that can outsmart BULLET. Violent - See above. Inner Sensitivity - He still keeps that pink stuffed bunny, it's on his gunrack right next to the high-powered rifle. Silent - He lets his guns do the talking. _______________________________________________ With a sudden ear-splitting crack, two of the power-suit mercenairies were on the ground. *chk* "I'm here." *chk* Jakob's gruff voice came over the comm. The sound of a massive shell being shoved out of a rifle could be heard in the back-ground. Penelope released a deep breath. "About time you woke up, Jakobs!" There was no reply. A hole appeared in a third mercenary with a BAM. (Hi guys! This is my first campfire creative ever... Thanks for having me!) Wiskers A blast near them sent Penelope to the ground with a cry. We she looked up rubble and dust were falling and Edmund was hovering near her, extending his hand. "Thanks." She said. Suddenly she noticed the large hole in the mercenary closest to her, and she looked down to see her arm spattered with blood. "Oh..." She was then leaning upon Edmund a lot more then he'd expected, and he almost dropped her. Penelope tried to clear her mind and get rid of that nightmarish image, but the gunfire wasn't helping. "Here!" Even took hold of Penelope away from Edmund. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah, but Larshont might not be." She tried to see what was going on through the smoke. "Don't worry." Even smiled crookedly. "Jakobs finally got his big butt over here." Even in her slightly shocked state, the sound of sirens hit her ears hard. "We need to leave before they show up." She said. "Affirmative." Even nodded, then clicked on his comm. Though they probably weren't too far away from the rest of their team, the comm made it easier to hear each other through the craziness. "Larshont, Jakobs. These sirens are getting closer, so I suggest we make a run for it, hear?" "Not like I'm not- ugh- busy, or anything." Larshont grunted over the comm. He sounded like he was in full combat. "When do you need us there?" Came Jakobs ever calm voice. He was one with much to say... "Asap. We need to be off this rock in five. Can you do that?" Penelope had grabbed the comm from Even. "Got it." Even looked from Edmund to Penelope. "You two get back to the ship, I need to take some samples of their armor..." Even said, beginning to scan the rubble. "Even-" Penelope began. "I will be there shortly." He said. "Promise." Then he disappeared into the smoke and dust. Edmund shook his head. "Is that guy crazy or what." Then he turned back to Penelope, a slightly worried look on his face. "You okay?" Penelope smiled. "Yeah, I just got a bit... light headed. You?" He swallowed. "Yeah." "Lets start up the ship..." Terrzielyn Edmund and Penelope boarded the Comet quickly, both of them heading for the bridge. Penelope hurried to her chair and started up the ship while Edmund entered and sat down in a spare seat. When she was done, Penelope leaned back in her seat and said quietly, “Now we just have to wait for the others…” “Who were those jokers anyway?” Edmund asked. He noticed offhandedly that the palm of his right hand itched. Scratching it, he continued, “They didn’t look too bright.” Penelope shook her head and said, “I’m not sure. I was just looking at some dresses when Larshont got jumped. I’m hoping that he’ll enlighten me.” Edmund looked at her, concerned. She looked a little sick. He sighed, smiled and said, “So…did you get a chance to buy anything?” She turned back and gave him a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look, but after a beat, they both burst out laughing. Penelope turned to a console on the bridge and said, “Good, everyone’s on board.” The ship lifted off of the landing pad as the two waited for the others to arrive on the bridge. Even was first to arrive on the bridge, though it was hard to tell; his face was nearly concealed by the large samples of armor he had stacked up in his arms. He rushed in excitedly, the samples all but toppling over. Before either of them could get a word in, Even said, “Captain, I shall be in my lab for remainder of the day. And probably tomorrow too. Would you kindly tell the others not to disturb me?” Without another word, he hurried off, leaving a grinning Penelope and Edmund on the bridge. “By the way,” she asked, giggling, “how was your little visit in Even’s lab? Did he have creepy experiments in there?” “Oh, yeah.” He answered, “Plastic tubes and pots and pans. Spooky stuff. I’m pretty sure I saw a piece of duct tape suspended in a test tube in there, too.” Larshont and Jakobs arrived on the bridge. They both looked okay, but Larshont seemed a little shaken up. Jakobs stood there, strumming the butt of his gun. “The boss got away.” he said bluntly. “Who was he?” Penelope asked, looking at Larshont, who was massaging his forehead with his hand. He sighed and answered, “An…unfriendly acquaintance. I’m sorry about that. I had no idea that he was even here.” Before the captain could say anything, an alarm sounded loudly in all sections of the ship. “That must be the friendly authorities. Buckle in guys!” Penelope pushed a button on the comm. “Even, buckle up!” Larshont and Jakobs jumped into their seats and obeyed their orders. Edmund also strapped himself in tight, wishing for a smooth exit. TSC- MIA Even, after piling the Armor Samples into a small pile, stared carefully at one of his thousands of test tubes, tapping it ever so often and recording numerous large formulas on a clipboard, incomprehensible to anyone but the scientist. Once satisfied with this particular test tube, he rolled his wheelie chair over to another experiment, flipping a page on his clipboard and scribbling down other notes. "Yes...Yes...Hmmmm...VEEEERY interesting..." He spoke aloud, not caring he was compleatly alone. Suddenly, an order echoed from the communications port. "Even, buckle up!" It shouted, much to the swift scientist's chagrin. "Oh drat...That will put a DAMPER on my experiment..." Despite his annoyence and will to ignore the order, Even did exactly as he was told, getting into a bolted down chair and strapping himself in. Always the inferior minds of others interfearing with my GLORIOUS experiments...Why I'd bet dollars to donuts that this setback will cost me precious time used to explore the fascinating realm of science... i don't know Drilon went to even that armour's just flexi-armour nothing specail for those types of mercantaries. Drilon wants to kill me because i messed up on of his jobs and lost him some reputation, rank and lots of money.Meanwhile in town, drilon sent the two injured mercantaries back to the mercantary base, escaping the scene he ran after drilon and his friends and got there just in time to launch a small car doing little damage to the ship and launching some virtually un-detectable inter-dimensional trackers at the ship. he then went with the mercantaries and did the first part of the mision braking into somewhere and stealing something. Obsidian Jakobs slid into his chair, strapping himself in tight.Larshont jumped into his chair soon after. "Jeez, did those guys-" Larshont was cut off by a red warning light coming from his station and a half-hearted alarm. "Oh! Penelope, we've got incoming missiles!" Jakobs leaned froward slightly and grabbed the handles of his station. "Captain. May I negotiate?" A rare smile briefly played over Jakobs' lips as he spun around the small mini-gun turret on the bottom of the ship. He liked this one particularly because he had selected it. He peered out of the viewhole for the turret but could see nothing. © Copyright 2009 Wiskers, TSC- MIA, i don't know, Terrzielyn, Obsidian, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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