Character Creation Chain

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

Parallel universes have a habit of spinning off from each other before spawning their own parallel universes in their turn. So, it is hardly surprising that seminal acid-rock noodlers Hawkwind have crossed the same boundaries. Outside our reality, the old core quartet of Brock, Turner, Lemmy and Calvert still hold sway, but with Thwell DP* playing the Medrick Od (Mark III).

Emitting psychedelic warbling noises that sound like a flock of seagulls flying through a wind tunnel, the Medrick Od looks like a cross between a Sopwith Pup biplane, a cathedral pipe organ and an art house installation prepared by deranged mice. The internal workings are so complicated (a mix of electricity, clockwork and Haitian voodoo juju) that only Thwell DP knows how it works. Basically, if you imagine trying to turn the winding handle from a hurdy gurdy whilst tapping offset piano keys and at the same time blowing down a bagpipe chanter, you get the idea.

* DP stands for "Diocese of Pan Tang", although Thwell's real name is Barry Tomlinson and he comes from Scunthorpe.

The Idle Weiss
 
The Idle Weiss

Weiss is the name of semi-sentient program made inside great Thophlophlagoss' matrix. Most of the time he spends time doing apsolutely nothing in that big computer, that's why he got nickname Idle. But, whenever something bad starts happening to big guy, Weiss jumps in. Because, Weiss is control program, the highest security and repair protocol, the only one that can repair every damage to his creator thanks to nanorobots he controles. Until one day, he fall in love and with someone deadly...

Jorah O'Rudolf
 
Jorah O'Rudolf

Literally "Antler-head Rednose" in Aquailian Fig, the language of the trees, Jorah lost his job on the Santa Fey Line for getting falling-down drunk on the job - and when you're flying, falling down can have hefty consequences.

Jorah's grandfather shot himself with a hunting rifle out of shame when he heard.

Monsieur Lest Oui-Forget
 
Monsieur Lest Oui-Forget

Was perhaps the oldest man in the village. No one knew exactly how old, just that he was...old. Not only was he positively ancient, but so were the clothes he wore, the hat that pearched battered and dusty on his head of thin white hair. It was said about the village thet he could remember everything in his life, from the day he was born until the present, but there was no one living who could truly verify the veracity of this claim.

It was true that he inspired more gossip and talk than anyone else in the village, possibly any one who had ever lived. But he did not care. As long as he got his drink from the pub every night, it seemed he remained a very happy, very old man.

Darius Hillman
 
Darius Hillman

It was his smile, really. There was something about his smile. From the first moment I met him, I distrusted him intensely. After i saw him again a few times, I came to hate him. The smile, you see? It never looked .... It never looked altogether - I don't know, it sounds stupid, I know it does, but I - I don't know.

Okay, first time I saw him, he was running through the door of this hotel. He had a guitar in one hand and an eagle in the other - yeah, an eagle. Can't you read? And he was laughing. Big, wide-open-mouthed laughter you could hear a half mile away. Yeah. 's right. I was a half mile away. Then he was right up close to me and he stopped laughing and he just smiled. I quailed. He ran off with this eagle in one hand, this guitar in the other.

Next time we met was his funeral. Everybody was there, he was famous by then. He was standing beside me, I swear to God he was. Standing beside me with a piano on his head like a hat. Sounds stupid but I wasn't listening to it, I was looking at it. I asked him wasn't he dead and he said sure he was and he smiled again. Damned smile.

Third time, he was in my car. I asked him what the Hell he was doing in my car and he said I knew what the Hell he was doing in my car and I said, the Hell I did and he said the Hell I didn't and we went on at one another like that for a bit. We got drunk together that night.

"Aren't you a damned dead man?" I asked him the next morning.

"No, I'm Darius Hillman," he said and there's that frikkin smile again.

"Oh," I said. "I thought you was someone else."


Adam Deadman
 
Adam Deadman
hit the "enter" key and watched solemnly, as new data washed his 32" holo screen. He had been a cyber goth PI for 8 years now, his uncanny ability to track hackers and D.o.S. (denial of service) users had made him a rich goth. Working for large firms was lucrative, he sometimes worked the public sector, searching for those that were involved in identity theft, it was a job he had done 6 years ago that had come back to haunt him. Boris hacker, the infamous net player, whom he had been able to bring to justice had just been released,When Boris was served a subpoena, he had vowed to smash Adams business with a flurry of bots the like the net has never seen..(yawn...never to be continued)

Augmwar Bethusilum
 
Augmwar Bethusilum

Few people would dare cross paths with the behemoth known as Augmwar Bethusilum... much to his regret. As a member of the Smihwer race, he resembles a giant humanoid hedgehog, easily one and a half the height of an average human. With silvery backspines and black fur, Augmwar would be considered a beautiful example of his species; a prime candidate as a mate for any female Augmwar, if it wasn't for his unusual nature.

The Smihwer are known far and wide as a race of brutes and savages, with tempers as short as their back spines are long. Contrary to this nature, Augmwar has a heart and sefless nature to rival the most devout holy man. To further complicate his kind demeanor, Augmwar is at least half again as large as his average kin, a fact which definitely causes a massive amount of prejudice against him. Desiring only to help those in need, this unlikely good samaritan travels the land, unwelcome both in the lands of his brethren and by the humans he would love so much to aid.

Scholst the Unending
 
Scholst the Unending

Out in the constellation the Earthlings call "Leo", orbiting around Beta Leonis with an orbital radius of roughly 26 A.U., there is a planet named Velingrane where Scholst the Unending resides. Scholst in a sentient root that makes it's home in the planet Velingrane. Her tendrils cover nearly 240,000 underground linear kilometers, and she is the source of practically all of the life on Velingrane. The root network finds it's way to every non-submerged land mass on the planet. She is quite benevolent in nature, so the job suits her well. She provides fruit and leafage for the herbivore population. The Velingrane language is her own creation. Over a million years old, the language is spoken by every other sentient creature on Velingrane. This Earth equivalent name was given to her by a german space explorer by the name of Holger Czukay who was unaware at the time that Scholst was a female.

Zinder "needle" Jagmire
 
Zinder "Needle" Jagmire, Captain, Second Class, serving as squadron leader of Jagmire's Quagmires, a sixteen man formation of thrustfighters, assigned to Her Royal Highness' Space Navy capital ship Marauder. Zinder earned the nickname after having developed a particular thrustfighter vectoring tactic in which the small ship turns on a 90 degree angle and darts away with barely a loss in speed. He is well-liked by all the subordinates in his squad and trusts everyone with his own life.


Falteroy Higgs
 
Jasmine Boswar is a t'ief and a liar!

Don't let her smooth charmin' ways and ample hips foo' you, no sir! She went and stole my husband and they moved down to Costa Rica and got married! I mean, she used to be nice, back when her husband was alive and paying her bills, but when po' ol' Brian died, she went crazy and started jumping into bed with anyone who had the muscle to flip her on her back (or the courtesy to ask her first)! It's ok in the end though, she get her comeuppance 'cause I done hired me an assassin to track those two lovebirds down and fix my pro'lems.


Jonathon Vanderbelt
 
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Jonathon Vanderbelt

The descendant of a founder of New Amsterdam, Vanderbelt is the patriarch of an aristocratic family which reigns supreme over much of the Northeast. His latest ventures into oil drilling in Alaska have made his wealth even greater. However, his entanglement in an ancient conflict may cause the downfall of him and his family.

Gary Paulman
 
Gary Paulman

Gary is a sweet kind of fellow who tends to muff up his chances with the ladies, and just doesn't get it. He stands about 5' 10" (178 cm) tall and weighs about 12 stone (170 lbs.) He's not bad looking, but he simply lacks confidence. He's not an accountant, but he might as well be. He is a computer engineer, and he thinks his only hope of finding someone is an aggressive woman who's looking for someone who'll produce intelligent offspring. If he only knew how many girls in his office had actually wished that he would ask them out, he'd be the belle of the ball - as they say.

Shannon Loinquest
 
Shannon Loinquest

Her name says it all. Yes, folks, she's a river in Ireland with a predeliction for drowning or dominating anybody with a loin who happens to fall into her (women!), until the day Gary Paulman mis-stepped on the deck of a cabin cruiser going east in Glasson Bay and plunged head-first into her watery embrace.

Precisely what changes she wrought on his character, his historically low-self esteem and his wallet may never be known, but when he came home from his holiday seven years later, looking not a day older than his fifty-seven years (he'd just turned fifty when he left, of course), he couldn't keep it in his pants (still talking about the wallet, children;)).

But Shannon was always a bit like that. Changeable to the point of fickleness, generous in between summary (and summery ... and wintery, too) drownings and just a little wet.

Erkwhiley Simpkins the Red

(Edited out of embarrassment. I'd mis-spelt Erkwhiley!!)
 
Erkwhiley Simpkins the Red

Not to be confused with his cousin, Erkwhiley Simpkins the Brown. The Simpkins (Red and Brown) are an old merchant family. Short and stocky, they are reputed to have Dwarvish ancestors. That might account for their shrewdness with money. Erkwhiley the Red has a thick red beard that he is extremely proud of. He covers his thinning tresses with an embroidered cap. He is portly, middle-aged, and successful. He is trying to wangle a betrothal between his daughter and an impoverished lordling.

Mandelion Dandyw ab Erevrhon
 
Mandelion Dandyw ab Erevrhon

Ehh looks like a weird one but eh. Mandelion grew up in life an unnoticed person though she drew attention from the AUSTRALIAN community as they were dumbfounded because of her name. She has Brown hair longer than Rapunzel's. She spends her time in the library reading fantasy fairy tales as she has a great passion for them.

(If its not what its supposed to be then blah -_-)

Wayne King
 
Wayne King

..drew attention from practically every community because of his name. Everything went swimmingly until he got to senior school, at which point his fellow pupils embarked on a five year odyssey of cheap name-calling based on the worst sort of scatalogical punning. At least his best friend, Don Kiddick, understood.

But Wayne was patient. As soon as he reached 18, he immediately changed his name. No longer would he have to endure the taunts of his contemporaries. No longer would he blush when introducing himself to the nice girlies. Not now his name was

Jack Orfe
 
Jack Orfe

He was embarrassed, and why wouldn't he be. It had been such an embarrassing situation. He had attended a seminar for TV Cartoon Characters and found that not only did Bart Simpson get Moe to ask for him by name in Episode #208967, but his hotel reservation had been taken by an imposter!

But then, Jack was easily embarrassed, ever since he'd learned that an Orfe was the Epicunerian name for an Lystrenian Octopoid's nether-garments. So when this usurper appeared in his hotel room, using his name, he snapped, drew his psi-blaster and shot Wayne King's brain out of its cavity - for, in an irony that you couldn't make up, that was this Jack Orfe, master-blagger's true name.

Cavity McCavendish
 
Cavity McCavendish

"The Levity of Cavity" went the saying. He seemed such a happy bloke, and rich beyond a beggar's dreams. Those who managed to actually get close to him found that he was actually profoundly sad; There was a "hole" in his life, an unfilled need; a longing for something more. All the wine and women in the world couldn't fill his soul with contentment. His riches were acquired though a successful acting career, and while he could play any role, sadly he passed away at the young age of 45 before ever knowing who he really was.

Juanita Belladonna
 
Juanita Belladonna

had been known to make grown men weep with her beautiful, soaring voice. She sang heart-rending tales of misery, poverty and unrequited love, mesmerising beer-soaked punters in bars across Mexico.

She had also made grown men cry with a swift kick of her pointed shoes. She was not only hypnotically beautiful and exceedingly talented, she had also lived life to full, and really knew how to look after herself.

Jeffrey Fossington-Smythe
 
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