Character Creation Chain

Though the youngest of the "Flying Rudolpho Brothers", Octo Rudolpho eventually went on to enjoy a level of acclaim and notoriety, his seven older siblings could only dream of. With his long shiny black hair and a thick thatch of chest hair which he was wont to wax into remarkably elaborate sculptural shapes, Octo was a natural ladies man, and for a season could be seen on the arm of many of the most fashionable ladies of Balzenberg.

Whilst himself the very epitome of discretion, something of the youngest Rudolpho's exploits soon seeped into the public consciousness however and to this day, a Trapeze, suspended incongruously in the boudoir, is still in come circle's referred to as an Octo.

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Jaxon Phyve
 
Jaxon Phyve glided into the HeavenScent breather bar. His nostrils flared at the sour aroma of a mild euphorant. Serpents of glowing vapors danced at his feet. The irregular rhythms of electroslide pounded at his ears as couples and triples cavorted under the throbbing spotlights. Jaxon found a dark corner and wondered which of these beautiful young hedonists had hired him, and how many laws he would have to break to earn his fee.

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Malia deLant
 
Malia deLant worked at a gas station. She collected stuffed cats and liked to play pinball on the weekends. Her hair was blondish-brown and she was green-eyed and slim. She did crossword puzzles and enjoyed trips to the zoo. Her music of choice was uptempo new-wave rock. She never won the lottery. She vanished one day and no-one knows what ever became of her.

Tyrone Laices
 
Tyrone Laices was at one with his Laydies.

They looked pretty fine in their pink Limosine.

Tyrone sold the favors; while the girls did the labors.

At the end of the night, upon the first light; they repair to a tent in an abandoned tenement.

Tyrone blows the fees up his nose with a wheeze; and wonders wherever did it all went.

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Eugene Hackensack
 
Eugene Hackensack
never came back.
He'd ODed on crack.

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Sangle Clay the 175th
 
Sangle Clay the 175th, or to give him his full honorofic, His Royal Highness Sangle Clay, King of the Chantoth, Duke of Humber, Lord Castellan of the Oarenn Isles, Warden of the Sinking Ports, Master of Chains, Commander of the Ancient and Venerable Order of the of the Jade Spitoon, the 175th, rose from his elaborate white porcelain throne, and with a sheepish grin to his Chancellor said:

"You might want to give that about ten minutes"

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Saint Darlene
 
Saint Darlene is the patron saint of lost gloves having knocked out Lucifer Lucy at the Devil's Punch Bowl in 1754.
Lucy had only popped in for a quick drink, and stole Darlene's gloves, because that was the kind of girl she was.
The story, passing increasingly inaccurately between a number of clerics, eventually reached the ears of Pope Rocky III who canonised her on the spot.

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Truffle-time Ted
 
"Truffle-time Ted!" The starship porter called out across the spaceway station. A dark mass rose to 7 feet tall and an earthy scent filled the room. Layers of expensive dark cloth and leather covered an obese figure and leathery, fleshy paws appeared and flexed. pale yellow eyes peered out of a black, bulging face. The wart covered head turned to the porter and a craggy mouth opened to reveal sharp charcoal teeth.

"That's Périgord-Tempo Theodorus to you boy." It rasped as the porter turned deathly pale and backed away.

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Starbright Nation
 
Starbright Nation was the name finally agreed upon by the twelve clones who merged their identities into a gestalt organism, after much discussion. One of the original personalities had wanted something simple and scientific, such as Organism One. Another had wanted to announce the creation of a being never seen before on Earth with a strong, challenging name, such as Genghis. After consulting with a public relations firm, they decided on something more family friendly.

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Finnegan Cray
 
Finnegan Cray built the first interstellar matter transmitter, as everyone knows. What is not generally known however, is the fact that 'Finny' also baked the very best pies in all of the solar system. Apple, Cherry, Pumpkin, Saskatoon Berry, Boston Cream, Elderberry, and just oodles more. This was so much more fun than slaving over hot electronics, that Finny disappeared forever, taking up residence in a remote cottage rumored to be somewhere in the upper Scottish lowlands, where he died weighing just over 400 lbs. Before he died he beamed pies, using his matter transmitter, to many remote locations in the Galaxy, and since he didn't like Earth or humans very much, he hoped that Aliens would find and eat the goodies, and trace them back to the Earth, which they did, and that's why we are all enslaved today by Aliens, and forced to work in the pie mines day and night.

Jabner Gabbingtonne
 
I trust the patient Reader will not doubt my Veracity if I relate the extraordinary Circumstance under which Mr Jabner Gabbingtonne found himself Whitsunday last. It seems this unfortunate Gentleman, whilst engaged in a friendly Game of Whist with three Acquaintances of unsullied Reputation, discovered the Deck contained a Total of five Aces. The ensuing Conversation was not entirely free from Rancor, and evolved into a heated Debate as to the Honesty of the Gentlemen assembled. I am sad to relate that the four Friends never spoke again, Each distrustful of the Others, and thinking Himself the Victim of Cheats. If Truth be told, the superfluous Card was the Result of a mischievous Prank played by an unseen Imp, who took much Delight in the Arguments of Mortals. May such a malevolent Spirit never wield its wicked Fancies upon the beholder of these Words.

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Boren of the Tor
 
We are the Tor.

We are the daughters of Kaleesh. We are the sons of Hethan. The Horned Mother gives us life and the Fire Father fills our spirit.

For 100 generations we have ruled the steppes. We have tended our herds and honoured the wild gods. We have birthed our children in the dust, and buried our dead according to the proper rites. We have wandered under the endless stars.

Now, I see the armies of the west upon my fields. The slow tramp of iron men, in their scale and ranks with banners a flutter. It is our wind that blows those banners, and the kings of the west cannot possess it anymore than they can possess, the dust, or the stars. We will make of that wind a hurricane and blow these men back to their cities. I swear it, by my mother, and my mother's mother.

I am Boren of the Tor.

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Larn
 
Larn gripped the handle of his club and stared into the darkness. Somewhere out there was his homeland. He had no idea what had happened to him, how he had wound up in this land without sun or moon or stars, what sins he had committed against the nameless gods to deserve such a fate. He only knew that he had a very long way to walk, and that the endless night was full of noises.

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Subaltern Thraller
 
It had existed since time immemorial, sitting amongst the void where only the souls of dead universes lay. Though it technically had no name, men called it the Subaltern Thraller. Though it never physically moved from where it had always dwelt, it was able to extend its blackened mind into the consciences of those engulfed in the deepest of dreams in the darkest of nights. Once it had embedded itself in the subconsciousness of its unsuspecting victim, it them slowly spread tendrils of despair over the individual's most cherished memories, reducing them to piles of ashen cynicism. With time, the Thraller would reduce the individual to a mere dead husk of their former self, with ultimately suicide or madness being the only escape.

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Dr. Paddington Rakestraw
 
Dr. Paddington Rakestraw pulled his railroad engineer's watch from the pocket of his waistcoat. The scarlet second hand paced smoothly around the dial, the black minute hand barely moving while its short twin the hour hand seemed completely still. The Burlington Comet appeared on the horizon, precisely on time. It was one of the finest galvanocopters in the Empire, all shining glass and copper, its slender blades chirruping like a horde of approaching insects. By the time the minute hand had advanced from XII to I, the pilot was visible in the vehicle's bubble dome. Her golden hair was hidden by a leather helmet, her cornflower eyes by enormous goggles, but there was no mistaking the blazing white flying uniform of Seraphina Latroisse, aviatrix extraordinaire. Now that she had completed her solo circumnavigation of the globe, Dr. Rakestraw hoped she would consent to be his bride.

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Caine the Mad
 
Caine the Mad ruled Galaxis approximately 1500 years ago, so the ancient scripts say. He was not mad in the sense of being crazy, he was just really angry, all the time. Scholars have postulated it was because he was so short; only 5ft2 in a race of generally 6ft plus beings. He was known to pick fights whenever he thought someone was making fun of his height, and the king's court would often break down and end with Caine heartily punching one of his lords in the kneecaps. He was, however, responsible for the Great Galaxis Expansion, when his armies annexed neighbouring Falox and Jurieta. There is some disagreement on the thinking behind this expansion, which ultimately crippled Galaxis, but the main theory is it happened because the Queen of Jurieta patted Caine on the head during a royal visit.

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The Hydrological Front-Facing Electro-Cannon, Version 2
 
The Hydrological Front-Facing Electro-Cannon (Version 2) is an artillery piece typified by its wide, stumpy barrels and its ability to turn its targets completely to water (known in the military as "hydration") through its dispersal of lethal, anti-organic solvent technologies embedded in high-temperature payloads. In military taxonomy its cannon aspect falls between the machine gun and the missile, and in hydrological terms it comes before the hydrological missile (see below). It registers a hydration rate of 2.714x1046 molecules/second. Among military personnel it is frequently and affectionately referred to as the "Splasher". It replaces the ill-fated Version 1 model, which did not deliver optimum hydration, often leaving a target only partially hydrated. The most infamous example of this resulted in the notorious and harrowing "Blood Floods" of The Battle for Neurabia.

History
The Splasher was first developed during the commodity wars of the late 27th century, when state-sponsored Nova Brittanic scientists were tasked with improving the efficiency of killing so as to better manage the lifecycle of not only equipment (which as traditionally been lifecycled and endcycled as a matter of military course) but also the human body; to wit, cadavers provided by the killing.

The hydrological cannon was invented by the renowned chemist Ibrahim Al-Farooq, who struck upon the idea when forced by his Government to "biocremate" his family, who had been casualties of the war, against his express wishes, despite the Governmental "Recycle Everything" mandate expressing that everything, even human corpses, ought to be reused to maintain the war effort. The biocremation method - placing a human body into a pressurised chamber and gently raising the temperature and pressure whilst alkali is added. The result is pure ash and pure water, reducing the amount of waste from the cremation process. Al-Farooq thought this method could be accelerated by increasing the struck upon a method for reducing organic matter to one of its most basic constituent parts - water - by administering a lethal and concentrated dose of alkali (Such as Sodium Hydroxide) to living tissue at extremely high heat.

Al-Farooq eventually matured this technology into a neat, payload-sized package which would be superheated by an electro-cannon.


Operations
The Splasher entered service in 2698, where it is generally acknowledged that it helped to turn the tide of the war in the favour of Nova Brittanicus.

Green Effect
The Splasher had the unusual effect of dividing the Rebel Insurgency Pacifists (RIP). The weapon, especially in its faulty inaugrurate version, was seen as an horrendous and torturous weapon of unrivalled barbarity; it effected reduced men to cannibals, so the argument. This caused retaliatory and treasonous attacks by Nova Brittons against their own army's equipment. However, another faction within RIP claimed that it was providing water, the world's most precious commodity, and therefore its technology should be harvested.

Legacy
The Splasher paved the way for the Hydrological Missile, capable of delivering more coordinated, larger and more accurate attacks.
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Happy Cat
 
Happy Cat glided through Subcorridor 19-A of the Tok-Yoko Arcology. His superconducting skates whispered over the dimly lit, translucent ceramic floor at nearly fifty klicks. His hair flowed behind him like a black banner. With a thin smile Cat extruded a monomolecular carbon wire from the tip of his little finger. It sizzled along the wall of the corridor, scarlet sparks flying in a miniature fireworks display. A trio of spybots followed him, observing but not interfering. He hadn't broken any laws, yet.

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Meredith Habrison
 
Meredith Habrison, bent down, arched her neck and squinted up at the man. Caked in dirt as he was, she didn't seem to mind. She bear hugged him, to his visible discomfort, with a vice-like grip around the waist. He wobbled. This was a foul man, perhaps the foulest. She revelled in his volition. Cracking a grin, she asked, almost in a whisper. 'Did they suffer?.

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Hube Snyder
 
Fawning and smarming, Hube Snyder works the room; ingratiating himself as every man's best friend.
"A little down on your luck, Sirrah? I might spot you a Silver, for the usual fee."
Hube nods, then turns and points a greeting.
"Fortune smiles on you, My Lord, we've had no reason to trade for quite a long time."
And with another turn Hube glares into a dark corner,
"Oho, My Friend, you've been scarce, of late. Surely you'd not be forgetting your debt to me?"


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Cactus Jack
 

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