Character Creation Chain

With a name like Jeffrey Fossington-Smythe, he ought to have been an effete, chinless, inbred aristocrat. Actually, most of his genes came from considerably south of the home counties, and he was swarthy-skinned, curly haired and broad shouldered.
The combination of family money, these physical characteristics and an active intelligence meant that, throughout his formative years, everything he desired just fell into his hands.
Until, that is, he teamed up with Marcel Dupont
 
Marcel Dupont was to be Jeffrey's nemesis; deceiptful, duplicitous and cowardly, he had plotted for many months to rob the man of everything he had. Dupont had a winning smile, but behind it lurked some sinister motives. He would appear comradely, helpful, sincere and trustworthy, but the illusion would vanish when one woke up to find everything important missing. Dupont had been ruthless; Fossington-Smythe's money, blueprints, car and wife had all been snatched in the night.

Avar Riddleback
 
Avar Riddleback

They called him the Robot Hunter. Some even called him "Detective" in a respectful way. Others on first meeting him would describe him later as "that incredibly handsome young man". Only Icky Plo Nigel knew that Avar Riddleback was none of these things. The four-dimensional representation of the entity that inhabited seven and which was known to those who could perceive it as Avar Riddleback was nothing special or awesome in any true sense. His spectacular policing was a matter of seeing things from a the completely fresh perspective that allowed him seemingly prescient insight into souls and past and future behaviour patterns. His good looks were entirely down to the expectations and fabrications of the minds of whoever encountered him. And robots are made of tin.

Another kettle of fish entirely, that horse of a strikingly different colour that inhabits legend and metaphor, was ......

Icky Plo Nigel
 
Icky Plo Nigel

"Icky Plo Nigel" was one of many monikers possessed by this maniacal genius. Avar Riddleback was the latest in a series of Nigels' creations, but probably by far the most ingenious yet. A shape-shifting android was truly something new. "Icky" was a nickname that Nigel acquired in med school because of his willingness to tear into any organic life form with fascination, and little regard for it's former existence. He was also the first to invent a truly reliable telepathic ability among his lifelike 'droids. No one was really sure what the 'Plo' part of his name meant, although there was a legend that Nigel was a faithful student of Yasir Arafat's political strategies. He is said to be currently living in one of the remote outpost colonies on Mars.

Michael "Gravy" Mooy
 
It's been a while, so I'll have a go at the chain again.:)

Michael "Gravy" Mooy

Michael Mooy was a strange sort for a mechanic. His whimsical sence of humour put him at ease with just about everyone, and he quickly gained the reputation of "garage joker" for his puns and funny stories. When the garage grew and took on more jobs, he took on the task of recovering broken down vehicles or towing those who had become stuck in mud, and that's how he got his name. "Oh dear," he'd day, "they're in the gravy this time," and then he'd haul the vehicle back to the garage.

His story really begins when a rather high-profile politician's car breaks down...


Thalia D'Arcy
 
Thalia D'Darcy recent elevation to personal chauffer to the Governor General was like a dream come come true. The pay and the personal perks went a long way to making up for the long and often unpredictable hours.

Thalia didn't mind, she has no other commitments and many of the other drivers looked up to her, only the best, most well presented drivers got to driver for the Governor General. Another plus was that although he was somewhat old, he was still quiute handsome and a true gentleman, which was a darn sight5 better than some of the leeches Thalia had driven for in the past.

Thalia was driving the Governor General to a meeting with the Head of States when the car began to splutter and make strange sounds, it slowely cruised to a halt beside the local cemetery....

Thadias Cohen
 
Thadias Cohen

The Governor General nearly had a heart attack. He was reading the epitaph on one of the gravestones when suddenly... Thadias jumped out from behind it. Thadias was given to frolicsome little pranks like this one, but he had no idea that he had startled someone of such import. Thadias was one month over 10 years old, and having disgustingly rich parents, he tended to roam about getting to trouble whenever and wherever his whims carried him. Thalia chased the boy for a short jaunt, but catching a glimpse of Thadias' blonde curls dissapearing into a mausoleum, he decided to give up. The mausoleum bore the name George Winston Adams. That name rang some remote bell in Thalia's mind. He began to recollect a story from many years back about a very special lady named:

Imayna Stoliknaya
 
Imayna Stoliknaya

Fast. Very, very fast. And all the more deadly for that, despite her frequent exortations that she was "nothing special, really".

Once, when she had cornered the dread Ninja Circus in pursuance of some dread deed of criminal demeanour, Imayna Stoliknaya had killed four and seriously crippled three before sending the last two on their wicked ways with her boot print on the seats of their pants - (s). Then the cops arrived. Of course, they'd always arrive too late, and complain to her that she should have waited "for back-up".

"From youse guys?" she'd always ask. "I'd be old and grey by the time youse guys turned up onna scene of da crime, sheesh!"

Her citation from the Mayor's office read "For conspicuous valour in the face of extreme personal danger" and she was awarded the badge and honours of a Special Executive Police Tottie (or SExPoT) which she often wore in her civilian guise of stag-party stripogram.

Entertaining Aaron Prestoopen
 
Entertaining Aaron Prestoopen

Led a double life. At work he was known as Mr. Fields, a mild mannered accountant who tended to be rather shy and retiring. Much like Dr. Jeckle he would transform at night into a fabulous magician and comedian at various nearby clubs. He worked very hard to keep the personalities separated, and so therefore presented a virtual enigma to any woman who tried to get close to him. He was able to keep up the charade for years until he met...

Zelina Courdon Bleu
 
Zelina Courdon Bleu

You would be right in guessing Zelina's profession was a chef, a darn fine chef at that. Quite obviously Courdon Bleu was not Zelina's real surname, but it had been so many years since she had used her real name, she had almost forgotten what it was, almost that is.
It was more a case of choosing not to remember her surname. Zelina's backgound was less that satisfactory for a top, world renown chef, so she had changed it, no one knew of the jailbird brothers, dope dealing parents and grandmother who could swear worse than a warfie, nore would they if Zelina had anything to do with it.

No her life was close to perfect now, she had three well established and extremely well patronised restaurants and with a fourth opening soon, things couldn't have looked any better for Zelina Courdon Bleu.

Marty McFly
 
Marty McFly

Hailing from flat in suburban London, Marty is a student studying law at Oxford University. Marty - who goes by the name Martin - has been endeared with a rapier wit and a sardonic sense of humor.

He maintains himself in pristine fashion, always combing his mousy curly hair and applying chapstick almost every other moment. Rarely is he seen not wearing a white collared shirt, tucked at school, untucked at home. His eyes are glassy, as though he's always got something on his mind - when deep in thought, he rubs the tips of his fingers together.

When on holiday, the mid-twenty year old enjoys jogging, and can often be seen listening to a selection of classic rock from the 60s from his Ipod.

Marty McFly absolutely hates everything about Back to the Future, including Christopher Lloyd. His childhood ribbings blossomed into a bit of teen angst, but he eventually forgave his parents for naming him Marty. Now, he merely throws out a dry comment at family gatherings every now and then.

Patrick Rierson
 
Patrick Rierson

Currently an inhabitant of Desalination, Utah (formerly Salt Lake City), Patrick Rierson is the first born of Particia and Richard Rierson and is the only son whom they voluntarily reared. His brothers, Patrich Abandonnedyoung and Patdicky Senttotheshopsandthenwemovedhouse, share none of his special abilities, which include absorbing any salt within a hundred mile radius. They might thus have evaded any hint of notoriety, had they not been seen in the same country as Britney Spears, and you know how these rumours spread.

As it was, it was their story that appeared in the Examiner, with photos and diagrams, and not the story of their sibling's international tour and the subsequent worldwide salted peanut shortage and the closure of a popular chain of fish and chip shops. "Once they weren't smothered with salt, we realised the chips we were buying were actually made of sawdust," one customer might have said had they been asked.

Enda Chrome, the Lute-Playing God
 
Enda Chrome, the Lute-Playing God

How fashions change. Time was that Enda would play at all of the banquets of the Gods, his hands caressing the strings and bringing forth melody that spoke of love, loss and grieving.

But then Zeus got in to Hip Hop and rap and started parading around Mount Olympus in a fur-lined full length coat, wearing tons of tasteless gold jewellery purlioned from the ruins of Troy and speaking in a highly depressing, aggressive and misogynistic (sorry, I think that should read "street") manner about how Hera was his "ho" and how he wanted to "put a cap in Poseidon's ass".

Athene developed a love for nu-metal and took to moping in her bedroom and sneering at her owl. She took to drinking cider and black instead of ambrosia. Aphrodite was never without her 70's disco and kept annoying Hephaestus by telling him that he should stop working in his forge in an old pair of overalls and start being "fabulous".

Captain Fishbourne
 
Captain Fishbourne

He's never been to Olympus, but he likes their cameras. When he was twenty, he started to shave - good thing, too, as he was starting to look like Captain Birdseye and a law suit had been threatened - and took to the sea. By the time he was thirty, the sea had taken to him and was sorry to see him leave it and join a football team. After six months of being considered the "old timer" of the team, he resigned during a heated argument on a cold October evening whereupon he found himself joining, in quick succession, the army, the navy, Easy Jet Airlines and the New York Metropolitan Police force and at the age of 50 he turned it all in to become an industrialist.

But it wasn't until he had lost all his money and most of his reputation in a particularly hostile game of cribbage that he eventually found employment as a bell hop at the Las Vegas Hilton and after working hard and keeping his nose clean eventually (finally) acquired the title of Captain.

Two days later he was run over by a container lorry carrying a load of frozen fish fingers.

Ah, the irony.

Marcus Dane, Supernatural Sleuth
 
Marcus Dane, Supernatural Sleuth

An incredible detective known in the Folridger Province as Neofolr von Baronyer, he can do things that any other sleuth would find useful. Exposed to radioactive material at an early age he has the power of x-ray vision and levitation, along with an extraordinary brain power. However with amazing powers he has a setback. HIS FACE. Though the rest of his body is normal his face changes depending on what power he chooses to use. It is always quite ugly. Poor Marcus...

Seif Taerin
 
Seif Taerin

He's long since forgotten if she's a goy or a birl, his memories of her youth are vague and indistinct so that he feels certain she must have started out as a boy, but his indomitable spirit and unswerving logic suggest she might actually have been a girl. Now he vasillates between lazy and energetic, one-track mindedness and multi-taskability to the extent that she hardly even cares anymore. Even his name, which she derived from an anagram of something he has since forgotten, has been chosen to indicate sexlessness, identitylessness and disdain for ever learning the truth.

Weg Lefluellen of Harbour Illwill
 
Weg Lefluellen of Harbour Illwill

Originally from the far flung isles of Langerhan, Weg Lefluellen now lives a quiet, but somewhat clandestine life in Harbour Illwill. The harbour is a haven for thieves and the like, and Weg has learned how to doctor up bullet wounds, knife injuries, and the occasional broken bone. His medical education amounts to working as an attendent in one of the hospitals somewhere on Langerhan in the allopathic ward. His otherwise unscathen past would lead one to wonder why he stays there, and he probably wouldn't if not for the love of a bucksome belle by the name of Sharie Seashell who tends the local rough and tumble bar.

Michael Angelo Onomonopia
 
Michael Angelo Onomonopia

There aren't many pets that achieve the notoriety and celebrity that Michael Angelo Onomonopia has, but then there are very few household pets with anything like the same pedigree as he.

Michael Angelo Onomonopia was born of Angelo The King and Onomonopia Dropsy the Third on the ninetieth day of the eighty-ninth year of Rin Tin Tin and Lassie, or 89 RTTL in dog years. From the moment of his birth there were signs that this fabulous creature was going to exceed the expectations of a whole new canine generation, out-cuting the Littlest Hobo, out-supering Superdog and outing Toto, but sadly he wasn't even a dog and The King and the Dropsy divorced in a blaze of publicity citing Champion The Wonder Horse as co-respondent. They sent the poor hybrid colp/pult to the kennels.

His ignominious end came when he was cast in Jurassic Park III without make-up or anything. Only the bottle could ease his pain thereafter. Someone hit him on the head with it.

Les Moore
 
Les Moore

Les Moore is a puppy of Jonathan Frakes, great magician. His abillities include: fire eating, sword swallowing, flying, invisibillity and sliper carrying. No one knows how Frakes got that puppy and why does it listen to him, since Moore's intelligence is three times higher than of his master.

Sonya Illetan
 
Sonya Illetan

It is not unknown for women to end up with the great Lowlander mercenary companies, but it is rare for them to join as warriors, let alone to rise to the position of command Sonya Illetan occupies. At sixteen she had already killed two men in the slums of Atravan, and she signed up as a scout as much to escape the noose as to seek adventure.

Since then a combination of ferocity and cunning have kept her alive and prosperous. Her men call her the Lady of Battle; her surname is an affectation to suggest Elven blood. On her banner is a maiden carrying a sword, but at thirty-eight she is as scarred and tough as any of her comrades, her one eye as shrewd and pitiless as as a hawk's.

The Pantomime Man
 

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