Character Creation Chain

Cmdr. Birk Flexter, in command of His Majesty's ether cruiser Pride of Cornwall, activated the foredeck televiewer. The image of the Grand Canal, many leagues below, floated in front of him like one of Mister Beardsley's etchings. The cruiser's mechanical brain (nicknamed "Newton" by a waggish engineer) identified the tiny dots in the water as rebel vessels, ready to launch a raid on Georgetown or Victoria or one of the other British colonies on this part of Mars. The situation was a delicate one. The League of Nations was sympathetic to the cause of Martian independence. A direct attack on the raiders would lead to headlines about "bloodbaths" in the French and American press, no doubt. Fortunately, Flexter had a plan.


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Stephanie Laurel
 
Stephanie Laurel, designer, underwear model, genius - the first lady of fashion in the small town of Grunionville, and owner of the finest ladies lingerie shop in the county.
Stephanie's eye-catching designs are highly sought after. Her eye for space-age underthings is beyond compare and the waiting list for her new line of frilly fabulosities stretches halfway across the state. Private engagements and special orders are a specialty and men as well as women are encouraged to 'loosen up and lounge in a Laurel.' Stepahnie - ( feh )

Stephanie Laurel stepped onto the bridge and cast an oblique glance at Flexter, who was busily berating Mr. Schlock for some minor technicality or other. Stepanie knew that Flexter was insane, that he had to be relieved of all duties asap - or the entire crew would die the next time the ship encountered Phlaillians, whom Flexter had an irrational hatred of, and who were quite prepared to blast the Extirpia to bits at the slightest provocation. Flexter had to die, and Stephanie knew she was the only woman on board with enough zazz to blow the captain away, hijack the ship, and disappear into the UlUlalailialian pleasure sector of the galaxy, never to return. The crew were ready to back her up, but as she sneakily pulled out her phazer Flexter suddenly turned smirkingly and leered as only a space-harded psychotic with serious head injuries and a live Plenthanaian grenade in his hand can.
'The tables have turned, toots." he said, and Stephanie blushed a deep crimson-orange, the exact shade reminding Flexter of nothing so much as the third coronal aura of the ninth planet in the Glorhgian system of torture planets, which he had escaped from long decades ago - masquerading as a human being, and rising to the position of StarBoat Commander first class - and he made an inane remark at which everyone laughed nervously.

Galadriana Hyperion
 
Galadriana Hyperion whispered to the smart windows of her thousandth floor penthouse. Obediently they faded to full transparency. The myriad lights of Cenplex glittered far below, like the torches of an adoring mob. Their colors made the stars seem pale and afraid. Hovers flew by, full of tourists with sensory recorders, but they were allowed no higher than the eight hundreth floor, where a rotating restaurant, feelie lounge, and breather bar awaited their credits. Galadriana wondered how long it would take her to reach the ground if she ever decided to jump.

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Rex Maylor
 
Rex Maylor was one of the few people who ever got to go outside. He had spent his adult life posted to the GateHaus, the entrance to the last city. Billions lived deep below his feet in a din of heat and spark where artificial light banished ancient darkness.

He often thought of the people down there, although he doubted they ever thought of him and the other silent guardians on the surface.

Day after day he looked out at the glacial plains in every direction, there was only ever white and freeze. Rex was undecided about religion. He sometimes looked at the clouds, and wondered if heaven was a place of clouds, like in the old films. His worst fear was that he should die and go to heaven, after a lifetime looking at the whiteness, and find himself surrounded by whiteness for eternity.

Corba Schmutt
 
Corba Schmutt sloshed through the corpse-green swamp, holding his hand blaster high to keep from splashing it with the filthy water. His boots felt like they were full of warm blood. The sargeant stood a few meters ahead, yelling obscenities that might have been encouragement. Schmutt forced himself to move more quickly, although the floaters still outpaced him. One of the other privates, a green kid new to Morgansworld, made the mistake of slapping a floater with his rifle. The pseudo-lizard jumped out of the water into the kid's face. Schmutt tried to ignore the screams as he limped ahead. The kid would be OK in a few days, but he wouldn't be nice to look at for a long time.


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Precious Birdsong
 
Precious pouted furiously as Darlinga and Cutesiepie frisked off into the meadow, leaving her alone to clean the ogre-pit, as usual. The Birdsong clan had always been pit-cleaners, since the days of her ancestors, in the time of the great Pigeon wars, all of the furry mini-unicorns of the valley had been shackled with the hideous task of cleaning up after the ogres, who just could not ever be trained to use the giant sand dirt box that the super-kittens were so good about using. Not only that, the kittens actually buried their own effluevence, or whatever it was called, thought Precious as she slopped the last of the ogre waste over her shoulder with a grunt. It was a crappy job, and she trilled a sad melody as she scampered off to frolic with the others.

Hellacia Firewagon
 
Hellacia Firewagon was the hearthwatcher for the Tiger Clan, a responsibility she took seriously. During rainstorms she stayed deep within the cave, crouched around the fire, guarding its precious magic from the elements with her body. One day raiders from the Hawk Clan rode in on their shaggy ponies, slaughtering the men of the Tiger Clan with their lightsticks. Berzerk with rage, Hellacia seized a spear from a dead warrior and tossed it at the nearest raider. The spirit of the hearth must have guided her hand, because the spear struck the raider in his throat. He fell off his pony, which ran off with the other raiders. Later, after they had feasted on his body, the Tiger Clan discovered that the dead man's lightstick could be used to make fire.

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W. S. Wilcombs
 
Walter Smith Wilcombs was the first man to successfully walk underwater from Brisbane, Australia to Lima, Peru. Funding had been established by the Branson Organization to give humans gills. The world had been melting for years and with the polar icecaps disappearing every day, the worlds water level was increasing. Brisbane and Lima were underwater for a few years when this historic event transpired. WS Wilcombs walked the distance with no coming up for air, setting a new world record.

Jesper the Bare
 
Born naked, and hasn't changed much since then, Jesper is the world's foremost Nudist Magician. His shows astound and astonish audiences worldwide, as do his 'other assets'. In spite of being tested rigorously by the scientific community and by the International Magic Circle, nobody can explain how his tricks are done, which is fine by him in his other job, that of fully-clothed Daemon Hunter.

Tenstella Anakebab.
 
Tenstella Anakebab

Tenstella is the fattest Queen to ever rule a country. A tiny regime, lost deep in the central or possibly eastern portion of a region rumored to be near Asia, or possibly Russia or India.
The Anekebab family have ruled over the marshy land of Muschkovia for many years. Slowly, the land has sunk, into the earth, so that it now sits at great depth, which has resulted in a minimum of tourists and highway traffic.
Experts postulate that the ever-increasing weight of their sovereign Monarch has played no small role in the gradual entrenchment of their homeland in the bowels of the earth with the weeds and the muck. The Queen has been known to shovel as many as two hundred and fifty creamy pasteries a day into her
bovine craw, while the peasants must eat the weeds and the muck or go hungry.

Charmaine Chesterton
 
Charmaine Chesterton glanced around the drawing room, pleased with the guests she had attracted to her latest salon. There was Emile D'Argo, the celebrated neuropoet; Vonda Cho-Li, the young aroma synthesist; and several minor bureaucrats from Luna, awkward in their exoskeletons. The serving bots floated over the pale rainbow pseudofur floor, their hovers whispering like an appreciative audience. Charmaine accepted an endorphine lozenge from the delicate claws of one of the servants. It tasted like violets, and made her feel particularly witty.


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Felix Prather
 
FELIX PRATHER

Felix Prather glanced across the dance floor at the beautiful girl standing with a bunch of robots and aliens near the punch bowl. He had to know her name.
He activated his ocular scanner and seconds later his inner ear module informed him that the girl was none other than Charmaine Chesterton, the high-profile fashion diva from Vognar17Q. She was now cracking off one-liners that had the gaggle of aliens and pseudo-lifeforms gathered around her in stitches. Felix floated across the floor to her side and introduced himself, and after explaining that he sold rubber novelties and practical jokes for a living, the most torrid and bizarre love affair of all time was underway.

JAZMO SKIFFLEMAN
 
JAZMO SKIFFLEMAN

A hacker with a shady past and an unstable personality. Now working with the rebellion against the governments newest program Sentry that controls almost all of the county's technology and information. But is secretly an agent planted to monitor them.

DAMON FREEMAN
 
DAMON FREEMAN

1930s writer of juvenile fiction, responsible for one hundred and seventy-eight short novels detailing the adventures of private detective Hutch Bungleson, none of which ever saw publication. Remembered chiefly for his contributions to local newspapers, which focused on flower arrangement and bathroom tiling, Freeman is best remembered today for his single published work - 'The Flowers of South-Central Antarctica' which he was commisioned to write in 1932 because no-one else wanted to.

Dr. Zazmo Syzpathiax
 
Dr. Zazmo Syzpathiax

Supervillian first introduced in Hyperman Super Special number 14 (August 1965.) Short, long-limbed, violet-skinned being from Dimension Five, his only motivation is to capture Hyperman's canine sidekick Sporty for his multi-dimensional zoo. (Dr. Syzpathiax has never figured out that Sporty is not the only dog on Dimension Three Earth.) Wielding a series of wild contraptions ranging from liquid ray guns to stink pills, Zazmo was more of an amusing annoyance to Hyperman than a serious opponent. His creation is often seen as the first sign of the degeneration of National Comics into the "Tin Age" of campy, childish comic books. In 2011, Dr. Zazmo Syzpathiax was "re-booted" by Subterranean Comix into a scantily clad dominiatrix from the Eros Dimension as part of their "mature" line.

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Willis Harcourt
 
Willis Harcourt. President of the Federal Galactic Colonies. Under suspicion of bribery and corruption. Wiry, nervous man in his mid '50s, constantly fiddling and fidgeting with things. Receding gray hair, dark circles under his eyes, but with a fierce intelligence and wit that disarms people and pulls them to his side.


Ajax McQuillan
 
Ajax McQuillan wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He squinted and searched the surrounding hillsides. The sun hammered at his brain. Monkeys shrieked in the distance as if they had been driven mad by the heat. Was that the telltale glimmer of metal? Yes, it might be. That particular hill was even greener than the others, as if greedy vines had fought to conquer it. Perhaps that was the place the thing had landed.


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Twilon-47
 
Twilon-47

Super-enhanced cyborg lover of Colonel Blake Scott, Twilon was designed to have no dreams of her own. Introduced to 50s b-scifi, Twilon realized her future and moved to the swamp forests of Mars, via Jupiter's red eye and started a naturalists' colony under the watchful eye of Lt le Bon, first apprentice and owner of the orgasmitron. Twilon lived happily; Blake Scott died in a worm-technology incident; le Bon wrote space-influenced cheesy poetry.

Nena Bickstaffer
 
Nena Bickstaffer

Dancer, singer, writer, wine-taster and big cat tamer - nothing can stop Nena Bickstaffer once she decides to succeed in any given field or at any challenging endeavor. At the age of three, Nena was juggling forty-seven golf balls while walking a tightrope and whistling the complete works of Prokofiev.
Adjudged 'too talented' by her peers, Nena was shipped to a remote northern wasteland somewhere near America where she entertains the locals - who assume there must be a trick to what she does, something they could do themselves were they not fully engaged in stuffing their faces and going to free shows all the time - for a pittance.

Glibney Gabbelotte
 
Glibney Gabbelotte gargles Gatorade gladly. Ghostly gym gorillas gasp "Gadzooks!" guardedly. "Git!" Glibney growls. "Gotta get going." Gamely, Glibney guzzles gallons. "Good," Glibney grunts. Glibney's gut gurgles gently. Girdiron game goes good, Glibney gets gold. "Gnarly!" Gorillas grab Glibney. "Go, Gabbelotte, Go!"

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Paula Fletcher
 
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