Character Creation Chain

Fated Scome
Some people were born with the misfortune of living up to a name. Fated had a name to live down.
"If you hate your name so much," his friends would ask," why don't you just change it?"
"Because," Fated would say, ending that dumb line of conversation off at the knees.
Growing up he would get funny looks when his name--always mispronounced, of course--would be read aloud by teachers or doctor's assistants.
So they teased him about his name through high school, even worse in the Academy, but he worked his butt off to graduate at the top of his class. Twice.
Before giving both his valedictorian speeches he considered using the podium to bring on a thinly veiled guilt trip down upon his tormentors. But he didn't. Instead he spewed the usual fluff.
"Fated is fated for great things," someone in a group would say. And then everyone would laugh.
Oh. How original. Never heard that one before.
He smiled along and let them laugh at his expense.
They have no idea yet, he would think to himself, but in time I will make them eat their words.

Kyle J. Razoon
 
Kyle J. Razoon

I keep my bones in a kettle that I hang by the door. It usually is enough to scare away intruders. I like to eat them afterwards. They are delicious with dry bread. The bones I mean.
I have a cousin, a female one. She is nasty and smelly. I hate her.
My laundry got stolen by a goblin. I hate him too. I want to eat his bones.
I especially enjoyed those of a girl named Kyle. She did look into my kettle before knocking. I saw her. Poor girl.



Ethan Ke
 
Jeez, Zael, you start some wonderful stories. And this one is pretty damned near perfect - and complete. I'm unplugging my WP... :(

Lovely piece.


Sorry to interrupt. :eek: As the man said: Ethan Ke
 
You might want to replug that WP. I am nowhere near to your level.;)
 
It's been a while since I took part in this thread. Hope no-one minds me chipping in again.:)

Ethan Ke

Ethan Ke is a strange individual. As a child, he was possessed of an unusual mind, and was seldom seen out of his study; a dark place, lit only by the glow from the screen of his computer. No-one knows what he does all day, and no-one has been able to follow his online activities, either. The only proof that he exists at all seems to be the strange posts he leaves in his blog, which has attracted thousands of followers.

These posts are always posted at exactly the same day, on a range of subjects from celebrities to politics, and are always rather controversial. At one point, someone suggested that it might be a computer program that someone had created, but Ethan replied to that, too - something that a program could not.

Someone once posted that the person known as Ethan Ke was actually dead. Ethan's only reply to that comment was a winking smiley.

Pia Estanza
 
(Just for the record and to consolidate my reputation as the Chrons' foremost groveller, I for one always welcome and look forward to your contributions, Tal :eek: )

Pia Estanza

Fat? Hardly fat. Or did you mean phat? But seriously, you call this fat?

Let me tell you a little something about fat. Let me - sorry, excuse me, sorry ... damn. If I'm so damned fat, why can I never catch a waiter's eye, tell me that, if you're so clever about what fat is or isn't. Where was I? Oh, yeah, Pia. Yeah - oh, yes, can we get another bottle, please. And my friend here would like a little more parmesan. Thanks.

Mmm? Yeah, Pia. She was this dancer I knew once. Beautiful figure, perfect poise, wonderful joints, if you get me at all. We used to share a dressing room at Park Guild Ameronia, remember that place? It was where - Oh, hey, that was where you hooked up with Celine, wasn't it? Jeez, I almost forgot that. Anyway, Pia was a bit before your time, I think. Wonderful, as I say, dancer.

Anyway, she had this thing about food. She just hated the whole thing, the eating, the digesting, the -- you know -- the rest of it. Hated the thought of eating stuff just to - well, anyway, not a subject suitable for the dinner table, is it, eh? I mean, the rest of it, know what I mean? Sorry, did I splutter? Sorry. Waiter!

So she got these pills off this guy who knew this guy who had his own pharmacy, if you get me. These miracle pills, they were perfect, exactly what she -- yeah, jus' put it down anywhere. Here, let me clear these plates out of your - Say, this isn't the wine I ordered. This isn't what we were drinking, is it? Is it? Well, if you say so, lousy judge of wine anyway, I'm a beer kinda person, really. No, no, this is good, great, I'm loving the whole ... what's that word? That word that means, like, you know. Ambulance. That's the word I'm looking for. I love the ambulance in here. Damned atmospheric, if you get me at all.

So, anyway, these pills were like manna from Heaven for her, or whatever the damned expression is. She could take one in the morning, one for lunch and one in the evening and they gave her all the energy she needed, all the stuff you eat for, you know, the calories, the proteins and so on and so forth, I dunno what else. Vitamins. Yeah. Them, too. All the numbers, the complete alphabet, anyway, you get the picture. So she took these pills for about a -- Thanks, just a half glass. She took these pills for about a month, I think it was, and she seemed perfect, like she was fulla beans, as the expression is, danced like a demon, unbounded energy would be the term, I guess.

Then after the second month, we started to notice - well, all of us, the entire company -- and that's not to mention the punters, who saw her, too. Well, anyways, by the third month she was out like this, you know what I mean? I mean, out to here and then some. Just huge. Never danced again, from what I hear. In fact, last I heard, she was shot by a mugger. She still carries the bullet around with her, from what I hear. So, don't tell me there's anything wrong with being fat. And anyway ... you callin' me fat? You haven't even seen fat till you've seen Pia Estanza. Here, I might have an old picture of her somewhere ...

Laurie Mardra
 
Laurie Mardra

To all outward appearances, Laurie could've been an average young woman, late twenties, thin, and somewhat attractive. Perhaps the kind of girl who would marry a man named Marvin Mellish. Appearances aside, she was very talented. Appearing on several comedy shows like "What was the line I was supposed to say?" and "Absolutely Nebulous". She even had a stint on "Sunday Night Lame" for a season.

I was bar-tending at the "The Old Queens Head" in London when she and a few of her groupies sauntered in. She walked up to the stool directly across from where I was standing and sat down. I recognized her straight away, but I didn't want to make a fuss. I said simply, "What'll it be M'lady?" At that very moment a fly flew in from above and landed squarely between us on the bar. She glanced at the fly, then up at me and and said "I'll have a Chardonnay, and how about a plate of Sh*t for my friend here." I busted up laughing so hard I could hardly get her the wine.

She stops in from time to time, and we shoot the... Erm, the breeze. She's one of those people who's funny all the time. I don't know quite how she does it, but I'm definitely envious.


Marvin Mellish
 
Marvin Mellish

He loved it when she said it like that: the short first-syllable attack, almost aspirating the R, broadening and stretching the final vowel sound - M'r-veeen. It was just one more thing that set her apart from the rest. Like her touch. She would bring her hand to his body slowly allowing her fingertips to make light contact before moving or gripping or holding him. She moved differently, too. She walked as though her head thought she was a foot or so taller than she actually was and her legs seemed to stretch and shrink with each stride. She was so very different in almost every way.

(at this point, dear reader, I have reached a point of indecision, the point where the ending can go either way. Either the narrator is about to say "She was the best robot I ever built" or I will have to head-hop and hear her say to someone ...)

"The way he keeps watching me. That last one we built gives me the creeps."

(I think that's the one I prefer)

Bess "Bitter" Brewer
 
Bess "Bitter" Brewer

Everyone envied Bess. She was the barmaid of the Crown, a cosy little pub in the heart of town, and she was more or less the darling of the bar. The locals all knew her as "Bitter", because that was all they drank! Every night, they would come to the bar and she would second-guess their order - "Bitter?" she would ask. "Yes please!" they would reply, with a grin on their faces, and she would serve them their drink with a smile.

Every night, Bess would call last orders and then lock the bar, and presumably, all was well. However, unknown to her customers, she would spend a lot of time down in the beer cellar - far more than was necessary for stocktaking or tidying - and every night she would lock the cellar door grimly. Just what secrets was she keeping?

Francis Applegate
 
Francis Applegate ate roses. It was his secret vice. His other vices had been detailed in every tabloid newspaper since he escaped. The few who could keep their stomachs quiet were able to read all the way through the list. Others were left to wonder why they had celebrated so much when he returned to civilisation after six years' imprisonment. Psychologists analysed his motivations, not so much excusing him his excesses as excusing humanity for the existence of excess.

Francis took this as an endorsement, of course, and when his next meal turned up on his doorstep to read the gas meter, he felt nothing, unless we include the feeling of emptiness.

Cannibalism was nothing, though.

Francis Applegate invited the man to offer an internal organ and the man screamed and squealed. Francis Applegate enjoyed the screams and felt aroused. He enjoyed the squeals even more as he exercised his libidinous rites. Frances Applegate selected a kidney and a lung for his luncheon and the man wept until he died when they were removed.

"You see?" the woman enquired of her jailers. "You see, now, why I had him locked away?"

"We still can't let you out," one jailer said.

"You broke a law," said another.

"False imprisonment," said the first, "you shouldn't have taken the law into your own hands like that."

"He hadn't committed any crimes before that," said the second.

"You might even say that you made him the man he is today," said the first.

The third barely spoke above a whisper and a fourth had left before this conversation took place.

"He ate my roses!" the woman screamed.

"And your rats, and your spiders, and your missing husband and three cats, a solicitor, your brother-in-law and two health and safety inspectors ..."

"Well, I had to keep him fed. I'm not a barbarian."

Hopeless Harry Hope
 
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Hopeless (for that's what everybody deemed Harry) never understood life, to him it ment death, it ment destruction, it was just a cruel joke from the Gods to torment there creations; they gave Harry a scared body, from an acid spell that had gone awry, twisted and deformed hands, from the punishment of the undertaker, and only the top half of his body which he had to drag around day after day, a deformation from birth. His eyes were the only thing of enchantment about him...blue, that even the depths of the ocean couldn't overwhelm.

Hopeless Harry sneared at his last name...Hope...He vowed to destroy all who ever joked about his lot in life, if only he could reach the stone, then Harry would know his version of "hope" the stone had the power to change the stars and he knew the activation word, all he needed to do now was reach the five feet to it that his four foot eleven inch grasp wouldn't allow. If only...

Flisk Hammerthrong

P.S. sorry for all the rewriting had to do paragraphs and bolding via web coding....
 
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Flisk Hammerthrong

"Don't risk the Flisk." That's what all the women at Givhadane's school of Martial and Impractical arts recited among themselves. Beautifully handsome, like a box of the finest chocolates, or a resplendent bouquet, yet deadly. Not only breaking little girl's hearts, but tearing them out, and chewing them into a fine porridge before spewing them on the schoolhouse wall could all be attributed to "the Hammerthrong". No bother though, just take daddy's Lamborghini to another school and start over. Abducting, consuming and expelling women all year long. Like cows to alien spacecraft they were drawn, over and over until the word spread faster than the carnage. Rumor estimated motherly neglect lodged deep inside the killer man established these ruinous, heartless deeds.

Sossity Silver Mac Illian
 
Sossity Silver Mac Illian

SSM'I : Unit VII , was born with a blue flame. "His" brain was activated as the solder connected his pumping heart together. Oil began to pump through the tiny tubing which allowed movement in all of his limbs. His lungs started to bellow and created breath in one who should never breathe. Nodes fired in a brain that once was nothing more than a spool of wire.

Silver was created...and the life of Sossity remained
 
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Or Nule D'Entri as he wished people would pronounce it, was the unfortunate croupier when Voss Cromarty cleaned out the Pelham House casino with two consecutive 'let it ride' calls on the roulette wheel. Sacked for suspected collusion, Nule decided to try his hand at body renting instead. Big mistake. Huge.

Voss Cromarty
 
Voss Cromarty, Champion of the Battle and Assault Walker class Arenas, Hero of Eden III, and Commander of the Shadow Mercs. His most publicized act was the cleaning out of the Pelham House Casino, which resulted in the reduction of the casino and an area ten kilometers in diameter to a smoking crater.

He can be seen in the Renegade Dreadnought Bar and Resto wearing a black hiking jacket and dark shades. Women swoon over his green eyes and enchanting smile. He used to have a mop of straw colored hair, but it will take time to regrow from the Incident at Jupiter.

Aidan O'Connor
 
Aidan O'Connor

A dark, brooding type, Aidan was often be found staring into empty space, a forgotten cigarette smoldering at his lips. Whenever his gaze snapped back into focus, those who caught it would see his golden eyes flare with a molten life unusual for his kind. He was an oddball in more than just the category of eye color, though. With richly tanned skin and a powerfully muscled body, he stood out in stark contrast among his pale and lithe brethren (sp?). Like all wraiths, though, Adrian did sport a white head of hair, cropped short and gelled to spiky perfection. One must not forget his fangs, either.

Andarell Telaar Valthuren
 
Andarell Telaar Valthuren

The punishment-mines of Titan IV are a hard place to grow up , but Andarell is one of the few to make it to adulthood. Fast approaches his 21st birthday , coincidentally the same day that his prison sentence comes to an end and he is free to venture forth into the world. Years of hard labour underground have left Andarell with keen night-sight and an even keener sense for sensing danger , coupled with a powerful physique thanks partially to the heavy workload and the muscle enhancing steroids he has been forced to take by the overseers. He has heard many tales of the outside world from other prisoners , and he likes what he hears ; he is determined to make it big , whatever it takes , and one day return to Titan IV to meet out retribution to those responsible for making his life a living hell...

Cally Fishtail
 
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Cally Fishtail

The townspeople of Carterville always knew Cally was a strange one, and yet she radiated a happy atmosphere that provided a welcome relief to the usually stressful air in the busy fishing town. People would, almost unconciously, smile and wave at the blonde haired girl as she bounced down the streets towards the harbor. Her own, beaming grin never left her face. Every day she would go down to the docks and sit on the pier, staring out at the sea no matter the weather. On rare chances, one could watch Cally, at the exact moment of sundown, even if the sun was not visible, as she jumped into the tumbling waters to dissappear. Some have even given reports of witnessing a humanoid figure with a fish-like bottom jumping out of the sea, though the identity of the creature was never confirmed. Every morning, though, Cally would come bouncing down the streets of Caterville, her sunshine smile upon her face.

Shiza Imuru
 
Shiza Imuru

Growing up with nothing built character in some people. By that reasoning, Shiza had more character than everyone around him. Hiding beneath tavern floors, hoping for that loose coin to make its way between the floorboards. More often than not it was something warm and wet, and not always ale, that made its way to him through the cracks.

That was a long time ago though. Now he sat upon his throne in his masterfully tailored clothing with a beautifull wife by his side. Only occassionaly letting himself remember the years of beatings and hunger. Instead he remembers all the hard work and years he spent, in preperation of stealing the crown. And that he did. Some things take a lot of character.

Tomith Pacheder Jr.
 
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