Character Creation Chain

[Interference]

Endira Amatu

Upon her left breast was born the motto "Kill or Mutilate, but Never Forgive". Upon her right thigh, the artist had further tattoed in blood-red scrolls, "Crush and Disable, but Never Give Quarter". And on her back, the words "Death is The Master and Life a Whore" were fresh and bright and eye-catching; marred only by the gaping bullet hole that turned the legend into "Death is ....... a Whore". When Dean Folliat turned over her still warm body, a wash of blood framed the word "Forgive".

Dean "Freshkill" Folliat

 

[The Ace]

Dean "Freshkill" Folliat

Bit of a joke really, he'd been given the nickname as an unsubtle hint, but any freshly-killed skunk would protest at the injustice.

Not much is known about him as the stench keeps people away.


Divon the Bathmaster.

 

[Interference]

Divon the Bathmaster

No bath could resist her siren song, they would flood into her presence, no matter who was taking them at the time. Archimedes is said to have been on the virge of discovering the secret of water displacement at least five times before the records show he did, but the Bath Master interrupted his bath.

El Pooch the Left Handed

 

[Precise Calibre]

El Pooch the Left Handed

A daring mercenary of world-wide fame and noteriety, "El Pooch" or "Lefty" has no other name other than the cruel monikers by which he is known. Ironically, he was primarily right-handed until the twenty-sixth year of his life, when an opponent cleaved his right arm from his body just below the shoulder - a fact that did not stop "Pooch" from cutting the offender to pieces afterwards. Despite this "handicap", few can match blades with this master of arms without succumbing to his fanciful bravado and impeccible technique.

In person, he is said to be a harsh man with an explosive temper and a sense of humor to match. His wild mood swings make him an extremely dangerous individual who should not be taken lightly. As such, few will deal with him in person unless they have an extremely important, or promising bounty to offer him.


Samuel Harlias

 

[Interference]

Samuel Harlias

Under any other circumstances, Samuel Harlias would have been a hero. His defeat of the Quar Lee Foquerew should have entered the history books as one of the few truly remarkable single-handed successes of the entire Horsehead Wars. His facing down and converting of the Ek of Slingback, a notorious and murderous Priest of the Second Order of Phhh (sic) would have made of anyone else a Superstar in the eyes of citizenry on both sides of the conflict, but it didn't. And he wasn't. Because Samuel Harlias was a Dren Fwillia and his skin made people's internal organs crawl.

B]Ted Danson (not the Ted Danson, but another Ted Danson)[/B]

 

[The Procrastinator]

Ted Danson

Ted, son of Dan, was pudgy, pink-cheeked, and in late middle age. It was hard to say if he looked like one born to be a pastrychef, or looked like that because he was a pastrychef, for no one could really remember much about him except that he made exceptional pastries. He was very shy, hardly spoke beyond the pleasantries required to keep the customers happy, and was a genius with a rolling pin and home-made stewed fruit. His pastries graced the tables of royalty and nobility, but he always remembered his humble beginnings and made sure his apprentices made plenty of cheaper, but good quality, dainties for the streetfolk with whom he felt more comfortable.

Beth Combruvelle

 

[Interference]

Beth Combruvelle

Twice in her life, Beth had seen death. The first was when Jesus died, the second was when he died again and she had screamed both times.

Watching the only child of her God suffer at hands that were only too human, watching him die in agonies of distress, emotional and physical, had driven her close to madness, past despair. But seeing him again those days later, seeing him walk with his friends again, talking and laughing, joking and teaching, seeing these things, the Wonder rose in her heart and the dream was rekindled and fanned to flame once more.

She loved him and she told him she did and he smiled as they lay together by the fire, his friends sleeping or relaxing in drunken conversation at various points around the camp.

"I love you," she had said.

"Of course you do," he had smiled and in that smile she knew he hadn't meant it in the way she had meant it.

"You love everyone," she said and cast her eyes to her feet to hide her tears.

"Everyone," he said.

"Even the man, that man, that Roman who hammered nails into you?"

"He didn't know any better," Jesus laughed.

She looked at him and the campfire shone off the watery streak that ran down her cheek.

"Even him?" she said.

"Even him," Jesus answered, grimly, for he knew she was deeply moved.

"Will it never be just you and me?" she asked.

When she drove the sword through his breast and he bled and fell, just as any man would, she knew, and she screamed. When he died, finally, no reprieve, no resurrection, she laughed. When they hid the body a second time, they knew that no ministrations would be enough to mend his wounds, no drugs of sufficient potency to keep him on his feet long enough to walk with them and to talk of life everlasting.

"Anyone have a Plan B?" Matthew asked.


The Gull of Wriff

 

[Dreamsong]

The Gull of Wriff

The wild ocean-clans of the North named her thus because like a seabird she knows no boundaries and laughs at the petty barriers that men raise against her. A consummate thief, she is plain, pale and nimble with fingers that can tease out the secrets of any lock in a matter of moments. She is outlawed in no less than five kingdoms but the sea will always welcome her because she was raised aboard the roving ship Magenta's Lord and so feels a special kinship with sailors and sea-creatures.

Ebony-Ivory

 

[Toby Frost]

Ebony-Ivory

A small, bearded, weary trader, a good gambler and an expert shot, from the looks of him shrivelled up by the Natal sun. His real name was Von Hallenberg, but the settlers, finding this hard to pronounce, called him after the trade route he always followed: up to the long forest for fresh ebony, then down to great graveyards for ivory to heap on his train of mules.

Cornelius Farthing

 

[Interference]

Cornelius Farthing

Originally, not many knew he had any other name than the first, and the second had not yet been applied to him.

His origins on L324Theta are shrouded in inconsequence. He was born and raised, that was all anyone needed to know. His exploits as an origami teacher and self-styled fish-pond guru are only a little more interesting. But when, one night, on a planet circling a moderately interesting sun, the people looked up and saw Cornelius' portrait picked out in glittering stardust in the ebon sky, they began to wonder about the truth behind this man's past.

Exploratory missions were sent to explore the phenomenon in situe, but surprisingly none ever even reached its destination. Analysis of such data as was available revealed that the protrait did not merely appear painted with starlight, it actually was starlight, and billions of light years distant.

The mystery of the man's identity and why the Heavens should thus commemorate his existence continues today on the worlds where people have heard of Cornelius Far-Thing.

Lo Tine the Harp Tuner

 

[Precise Calibre]

Lo Tine the Harp Tuner

Lo Tine Liou, also known as "Lo Tine the Harp Tuner" is a man with a set of wits as quick as the faster-than-light armada he oversees. From his deep-space trading station held within the gravity field of the gas giant, Olunias IV, Lo Tine is mastermind from which all of Crystech Corporation's most brilliant plans spring forth. So adept is he at manipulating the minds of others to his benefit that it has been said that his work is akin to the masterful tuning of a fine instrument.

"He is so sharp, so brilliant, that he could play a tune with the chords of the universe and the very planets themselves would dance to his music..."
-- Aul Verninard, Chief of Economic Policies: Sector 43

Typhrell Damascus

 

[tangaloomababe]

Interface: I had to read Beth Combruvelle twice.It was brilliant, what a great character. Thanks.

Typhrell Damascus

had beenborn a slave and would most probably die a slave. He knew no different life.
He worked in the stables, taking care of his master's horses. It was a better life than many slaves, he did not toil from dawn to dusk in the fields.

However the day he saddled up his master's daughter's horse was the day he lost his heart. He has never seen a woman like her, in his eyes she was beautiful. When she asked him to accompany him on her ride, he could only smile and knod, words eluded him.

Typhrell didn't know it but his life was about to change for the better.

Aurora Lasetti

 

[TorrnT]

Aurora Lasetti
Was a “pterippus” or “Sun wing” , the only one of the ”pterippi” that could sleep and remain aloft, It was said the wings of the ”pterippi” were made from sky mist, so they could soar the heavens, and their bodies made of earth, so they would always have to return. A legend tells of a sun wing that later would be known as a star wing, who’s wings were made of star dust, and a body made from mountaintop snow, bestowing the ability to stay aloft for incredible periods of time.
Auroras ability to remain aloft even while sleeping sparked off rumours that the star wing of legend had come. Aurora shrugged off the idea mentally, the legend foretold of dark days and a journey beyond the cliffs of Varbrugh to their exiled homeland, over a thousand miles east, no sun wing had returned to their home since the mass exodus and destruction of the “hippolepididopterus” or “silk wing” (distant cousins to the “pterippus”) , and that was the best part of the legend, it only got grimmer thereafter, no she decided, she wanted no part of it, man lived there now, “what possible connection could man and pterippus have” she thought.

Thelious Rivankind

 

[Talysia]

Thelious Rivankind

Thelious Rivankind, heir to the Rivankind bloodline and also of its curse, will do anything to deny his fate. Destined to face the guardian beast in a test of strength and faith that could mean the end of his life, he runs away from everything he has known to avoid the challenge. Many have died before him, for the beast can only be faced when the challenger's blood is spilt, but if the challenger wins in spite of everything, then peace will rein over the country for the challenger's lifetime. Thelious always had a stubborn streak, and in his haste to leave, he leaves many tracks.

As the village sends out a party to find him, the beast's ire is growing.

Kiara Ravensblood

 

[TorrnT]

Kiara Ravensblood
Was in love, oh... she understood that every one felt love at some point, but this was different, her thoughts became daydreams, her actions became romantic gestures, she could not concentrate for any length of time on any particular chore without her cheeks becoming rosy with secret thoughts. But it was a foolish dream, the man she loved would never, could never accept her, he was a lord and heir, she was a scullery maiden for the local herbalist.
It did not take long for the news to reach her, and when it did, Kiaras heart dropped.
The arrow that had struck her heart, had now fled before the beast, the villagers were up in arms and ready for pursuit. They would surely find him and bring him back..., a single tear fell, she knew what she must do, Kiara worked all night and into the morning
finishing when she had 3 vials filled with the knowledge of herbalist folklore, then she opened a cupboard and retrieved a long hide bound bundle, carrying the vials in one hand and the bundle in the other, she set off for the lair of the beast.

Arkn Medlass

 

[Precise Calibre]

Arkn Medlass

Indentured since childhood to work for the sages of Gnosis, Arkn has always been a Stone-Turner. Each day, within the Grand Thaumaturge chamber of the central citadel, young Medlass is tasked with the care and maintenance of every stone that covers that most prestigious practice stage. The stones must be washed down with alkaline liquids and drained of magic with precise rites, lest their residual energies build up and cause an overload during a delicate conjuration. If one stone were to be left "unturned" many of the powerful wizards in Gnosis might be overwhelmed by their own magics and consumed by fel-fires from another dimension. Arkn's task is an important one, but largely overlooked and taken for granted - that is, until one day, an act of sabotage places the fate of Gnosis in the young novice's hands...

Silisa "The Weaver" Obonne

 

[The Procrastinator]

Silisa "The Weaver" Obonne

Silisa's people were not, as a rule, spacefarers, but she was an exception. With ten legs and a largely arachnoidesque appearance, one could be forgiven for thinking she was called "The Weaver" purely for physical reasons. But her true skill was not in casting webs, at least not the type designed to catch dinner. Silisa boasted an uncanny ability to read patterns of behaviour, events and likelihoods that gave her colleagues, and later her underlings, the impression that she was in control of and could predict things that theoretically should stand far beyond her reach. She stands remembered as the greatest fleet commander in the history of the Byrain Empire, and later in life went on to master politics with the same eerie confidence she displayed in battle.

Claster Prokofibulas

 

[Interference]

(tangaloomababe: Thank you, I really appreciate your very kind words. Sorry about this next one )

Claster Prokofibulas

The winds were what terrified her most. The winds and the voices that whispered to her when they howled.

"Proko," the Easterly gales would say.

"Fibulas," would moan the Westerly.

It was one week before that the winds had blown with terrific, clashing force, pummeling the countryside alternately from east and from west, swirling about her like a lover's caress while all those about her ran and huddled and hid, sealing themselves in their shelters and storm cellars.

"What do you want from me?" she screamed so that it felt to her as though her throat would be permanently scarred.

One week before when through streaming tears she saw the shape emerge, the form and figure of a man on horse galloping through the storms, his great billowing coat streaming out behind him for what seemed like miles. And she felt no surprise, only dread fear.

And the winds whispered to her from east and west, "Prokofibulas is here."

"My husband," Claster De-voguell murmured as she sank to her knees and wept on the day of her wedding one short week later.

Jero Euphonium

 

[Perpetual Man]

Jero Euphonium

A bumbling old man in a threadbare grey robe; but like so many such men there was a lot more to Jero than initially met the eye. Perhaps it was the way his silver-blue eyes twinkled in the shadows of his hood, or maybe the way with a sly smile he could always dance a gold coin across his fingers for the children. He may have walked leaning on a wooden staff, may have complained about his arthritic hip, but there was certainly something a little different about him and it was that that kept him safe when he walked the most dangerous roads alone.

Or perhaps it was not him that was kept safe, but those that might have bothered him!

Dastor Regarde

 

[Interference]

Dastor Regarde

He was the finest actor of his generation. He was also the finest actor of each subsequent generation for six thousand years until he tired of reciting the words of The Bard and begged to be released from his careless wish, all those millennia ago, when he said, to no one in particular while performing the Three Witches scene, "This is great. Doing something I love and getting paid. I wish I could do this forever!"

Thwell D.P., Player of the Medrick Od Mk III