Character Creation Chain

[Talysia]

Siegfried Von Heilson

Siegfried had no reason to indulge in banditry, but it was the rush of adrenaline, the brush of the hand of death caressing your cheek that drove him to it. You never knew whether the group you were targetting were armed or helpless, rich or poor, or even a group of fellow brigands. Of course, the bigger the risk, the bigger the thrill - and thrills were all he loved for these days.

Disowned by a family noble in name only, he left after what most considered a scandal. He didn't need them, anyway. Who could possibly need such a group of stale, hidebound old fools? He was still young, and there was no place for him there, or anywhere, really. There was only the winding trackways and carriage routes, and the thrill of combat.

One day, he'd meet his end, either in bed with a woman or on the side of the road after a skirmish. As long as he enjoyed himself, nothing else mattered. Not even death.


Lysander Beckwith

 

[ratsy]

Lysander Beckwith

Staring down at his desk, Lysander shuffled papers from one side to the other. That was what he did now. Moved paper. He used to be a General. Honorable General Lysander Beckwith with the Kings Army. Now he sat down for a living; his left knee having blown out after years in the service.

He still had his memories and some days that was not enough. He clung to them like a safety harness, afraid if he let go he would plunge into oblivion. The camaraderie of soldiers, the warm soup provide by camp followers and the dreams of his off time with his beautiful wife and children.

Now his children were grown up and his wife a bitter hag of a woman. What he would give to be out in the field again. The taste of iron in his mouth after a battle. The smell of victory strong as they waded through bodies.

Life was now full of papercuts and filing but he would always have the memories. He just hoped his harness didn't snap...his knees couldn't handle the fall.

Mikael Baronstaff

 

[Talysia]

Mikael Baronstaff

Sir Mikael Baronstaff, a diplomat of great renown, drummed his fingers against his thigh. He had been trained from birth to have almost infinite patience when it came to dealing with people, but these two people were pushing him almost to his limit. This was the most important diplomatic mission since first contact had been made with the otherworlders, and he was determined to succeed where countless others had failed in this particular matter.

What did the Alliance University's reference materials say about situations like this? Where the two parties would not even try to compromise to their rival, nor listen to what they were saying? How were you supposed to deal with individuals who, by human standards, were acting like children? Even if it was a part of an alien culture, what was he supposed to do?

He sighed and wondered if locking them in a room until they'd sorted it out would be a viable solution, or would get him into trouble with his superiors.

Skye O'Mara

 

[monsterchic]

Skye O'Mara

Her hooves pounded a rhythm into the earth as the galloped, tail streaming wet with rain behind her. Skye looked over her shoulder and saw two centaur guards racing behind her through the dark forest. The bag bouncing on her shoulder swung and hit her chin. Blood burst in her mouth.

It was three loaves of bread and a duck. I've got to eat. As if in response to her thoughts, her stomach clenched painfully.

"Halfer! Stop where you are!" the guards yelled. Skye urged her feet to move faster.

Almost there, free, get to eat-- Ahhh! Pain bloomed in her shoulder, courtesy of the guard. Crossbows, outlawed to the commons, but commons were killed easily enough by the bolts.


Mhiansa Sain

 

[Velocius quam lucem]

Mhiansa Sain

Mhiansa had come a long way. From the lost graves of the Morganza Floodway where serpent and lizard ruled the day, from the Alluvian shoreline with its denticulate obsidian, from the dizzying heights of Dumont D’Urvilles' summit, and now to this hallowed plateau, she may have lost a few battles but never gave up the fight.

Here she stood, at the pinnacle of the Garden of the Ancients. "Come out here, you pile of festering nano-crap!" she railed. Adjusting her stance for maximum balance, she pointed the Xinray gun at the dusty yellow sky.

A swirl of black mass perforated the ground in a double helix with immense thunder as it seared the atmosphere ripping fissures in local space-time.

With the finest touch Mhiansa eased down the trigger and saw the fusion powered rays envelope the mass. Blinding light poured upon her indurate goggles, ineffectual on her vision.

The ground fell away as the entangled energy above writhed and twisted in an unstable electromagnetic flurry. An abyss encompassed her as her consciousness faded.

When she awoke, she found herself on the farm she had known as a child lying in a field of the deepest of green she had ever experienced.

A gentle voice lit on her ears, "It's alright now Mhiansa. You're safe."



Khyler Quoshi Asderan

 

[Alex The G and T]

Khyler Quoshi Asderan was discovered crawling behind the monkey exhibit in Golden Gate park. He had nothing to his name but a dirty diaper, a couple of food stamps and a ticket stub for a Jefferson Airplane concert.

Upon his eighteenth birthday, the nuns booted Khyler Quoshi Asderan out of the orphanage and told him to "Get a Job."

Khyler had a mighty clean looking resume; but couldn't seem to land, even, an interview.

On those rare occasions when he was granted a face to face interview; the first question was inevitable. "Your qualifications are impeccable, Mister.. er... Aldeberan. But the problem we're having is... What the hell is the dang deal with your name? Where does it come from?"

Khyler Quoshi Asderan had but one answer. "My parents were hippies. How the hell could anyone know where they came up with that ridiculous name.



Antoine Bellisimus

 

[J Riff]

Antoine Bellisimus

A forgotten performer in the travelling circus of J. P. Floggmeyer, Antoine amazed rural audiences of the early 1800s with his courage.
Billed as 'The only man to wrestle ocelots and live to tell the tale" Antoine had little chance to enjoy his notoriety, as most of his time was spent laying in his cot in a wagon, recuperating from his performances.
Various newspaper accounts of the day detail his act, and the astounding amount of blood he seemed to be able to lose and not expire. The only known interview with Antoine is found in the Herald Yokelrag for May 1827, wherein he was asked why he undertook such a dangerous and painful occupation, to which he replied simply: 'I just like cats, eh?"

Jabbo Repulski

 

[summer013]

Jabbo Repulski

The only son of Anton Repulski, an infamous kingpin and crime lord of the coastal city of Harthan. His mother hadn't been seen since he was two, and his father tended to forget he was in the house while 'business' was conducted, so that he grew up crawling through discarded tinfoil, suspicious powders, needles, and the occasional bodies that were left through the house.

As a natural career path Jabbo first tried his hand at smuggling when he was fourteen, displaying a skill for which he quickly became envied. Rumour said he'd made a fortune hiding highly dangerous substances in taxidermied camels. Jabbo became a regular at underground clubs and a well-known name in the criminal network, often representing his father's business interests.

An unnamed body believed to be Jabbo Repulski was found facedown in the gutter outside a preferred club. The local authorities were unable to contact his father, and the boy was declared dead by overdose, aged 19 years old.

Peter 'Pinstripes' Winchester

 

[J Riff]

Peter 'Pinstripes' Winchester

A diehard New York Yankees fan, Winchester is known along notorious third avenue as 'The Man with the Hook.'
The hook is real, and P. P. Winchester is a certified borderline psychotic who has been incarcerated multiple times for various crimes, usually involving brawling in the streets.
Carrying his hook, a ten-pound hunk of steel, in a special shoulder holster, Winchester often brandishes the deadly object at Yankees baseball games, when he feels the pitcher or some other player should be taken out of the game - 'given the hook.' as it were. The fans love it, and even though Winchester has lost his hook numerous times to security or police officers, he always seems to be able to show up with a new one.
With Winchester's notoriety growing, the New York Sun attempted the following interview:
NYS: Mr. Winchester- is it true that you are a descendant of the notorious pirate - Captain Hook?
PPW - Get away from me before I bash your head in, $!@$!#!@ reporter!"

Casmodia J. Wolfstein

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Casmodia J. Wolfstein

Only child of mobster Julius "Stickpin" Wolfstein, thought by many to be the inspiration for the character of Meyer Wolfsheim in The Great Gatsby. Money from bootlegging and gambling went to raise Casmodia as "a real lady," in the words of her father. Educated in the humanities at Vassar, Casmodia went on to a minor literary career in the "little" magazines of the late 1930's and early 1940's. (She is best remembered by fantasy fans for her often reprinted story "Allegra's Smile," which first appeared in the pages of Weird Tales.) When her elderly father was arrested for tax evasion in 1946, Casmodia disappeared from public view, probably under an assumed name.

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Milo Grimes

 

[Harpo]

Milo Grimes

Inventor and film-maker Milo Grimes is a constant traveller, a pinch-faced nomad wandering from city to city in search of something he won't speak of. This makes him a loner, but he likes to meet new people and get them drunk. All over the world there are people who get all misty-eyed at the memory of him.


Susan Von Blink

 

[barlennan]

To those who are cursed to see it, Susan von Blink is a shard of silver light in a city of burned-out embers. She has a dutch grandmother to thank for her tall and slender frame and honey-coloured hair, but a heritage that ties her back to medieval europe also binds her to the magical destiny she must face.



Francesco Valgoi

 

[ratsy]

Francesco Valgoi

His dark curly locks shone in the sun. He had removed his helmet after his latest victory in the ring; his latest victim still writhing in pain. At least I left him alive. Francesco thought as he waved to the throngs of adoring young maidens gushing over him. He saw the one he had been waiting for and he grabbed a pink rose as he was accustom to. As he approached the blond beauty he could see her lips tremble slightly. He reached out and took her fingers as the crown all watched and cheered. Kissing the back of her dainty hand he whispered to her. "Meet me here two hours after dark." He then gave her the flower and turned to go. She will be here, they always come. And I will feast on her soul.

Dalas Montrell

 

[Christopher Lee]

Dalas Montrell

Dalas just recently got out of prison on good behavior. He's a mobster who hopes to one day quit the criminal life and become a full-time comedian. His passions are sowing bullet wounds and telling funny stories. He likes reading historical fiction and romance with sad endings. Oh, and he can control fire with his thoughts.

Dalas said, "Hey, why did the chicken cross the road?"
Guy said,"I don't know, why?"
"Because he left his heart on the other side!"
Guy didn't laugh.
Dalas put him in the hospital with third degree burns.

Monty Rodderick

 

[AJB]

Monty Rodderick

A splendidly spiffing fellow, utterly loaded with wealth to fuel his outlandish and adventurous nature. With his own jewel encrusted planes, he jet-sets around the world making buddies while performing heart-pounding feats, such as sledging down the Pyramids or base-jumping Disneyland castles. Ever looking for new entrepreneurial markets, he's been witnessed to have started a temporary tea-shop at the peak of Mount Everest. However, these dizzying exploits are often only performed to serve as alibis for his most treasured hobby: Bank robbing. Well, who would ever suspect Monty Rodderick; the extremely rich heart-throb who, only yesterday, was seen in Myanmar doing hand stands on the Golden Rock?

Sylvester Skyline

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Sylvester Skyline (as he or she was known in the Air) was as likely to take on a cartoon feline as an avatar as a realistically rendered oak tree. Skyline was famous for projecting insightful remarks (in elegantly sculptured letters, as if the AirScape had been carved by a gifted calligrapher) during raves, flashcrowds, and other virtual gatherings. Nobody knew that the real identity behind this mysterious, silent philosopher was a spontaneously generated AI, a side effect of the Air's interactive processors. "You think, therefore I am," floating through the Air in the form of a rainbow of three-dimensional italics, was the most revealing hint of Skyline's true identity.

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Shanara Vashar

 

[J Riff]

Shanara Vashar

Nobody knows who Shanara Vashar really is. She was brought into the hospital late one night with a case of total amnesia. She was also extremely inebriated.
She fought with the attendents and they tied her to a bed, after enough blows to sensitive areas.
Later, a bigshot nurse came in and asked the mystery patient what her name was.
Shanara had been reading the nametag which was attached to her hospital gown, which read Jane Doe. She sneered drunkenly as the nurse again asked her her name.
"Jane Doh?" slurred Shanara. S'an errur f'shur...hic*"
"Shanara Vashar, very good." said the nurse and she walked out.
The name stuck, and today the nearly brain-dead Shanara has a high-paying job in the pop music industry.

Dagwood Hammerschmitz

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Dagwood Hammerschmitz, as he was tired of explaining, was indeed named for the comic strip character. Stubborn to a fault, he refused to change it or even allow his friends to call him "Woody." When Scientific American published his article on the Higgs-Boson particle under the name "D. Hammerschmitz," he sued the magazine for damages. The suit was thrown out of court, but Hammerschmitz cancelled his subscription. He now contributes to Fate.

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Eleanor Trimm

 

[BetaWolf]

Eleanor Trimm hated her name. She loved her first name. It was a dignified name. She used to sound it out when she was still in diapers.

The last name was the problem. Well, not at first. The trouble began in middle school. She was the victim of serial punners. She tried to forget the teasing, so she graduated and moved to the city. She had an easier time in college, and she worked her way up the ranks of the publishing industry. Only six months after landing in the slush pile, she was awarded an internship with a literary publisher.

Now she is assistant editor for Asimov's, and the joke is on aspiring science fiction writers. "I got Trimm'd," the poor bastards moan on Chrons.

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Jonathan Ricketts

 

[J Riff]

Jonathan Ricketts is indeed the great-great-great grandson of Fenwick Ricketts, the doctor who discovered, and whose name is synonymous with the deadly skin-eating horror disease condition known as ricketts.
An apprentice bricklayer, Jonathan laughs at life, and he treats his heritage like it is nothing, a joke. His son is named Scurvy, and his daughter is little Malaria.
Neighbours chuckle when asked about the Ricketts family and their rickety run-down house, with its swarms of stray cats, all named after diseases, and say: 'Oh they're a sick bunch.'


Cmdr. Birk Flexter