Character Creation Chain

Waits Nilson was born on Planthrungle, the seventh moon of the fifth planet of the Vega Polantis system. Actually, he was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, but his mind was born on Planthrungle. For most people, this would be a metaphor, a way of describing a mad dreamer disconnected from the world on a purely intellectual level. But for Waits Nilson, this disconnect was quite real. He lived his life with dual memories - one set as an accountant from Cincinnati, and the other as an exo-geologist on Planthrungle fighting to save his moon's dwindling natural resources from the scourge of mineral rot.


Gowanda Bunungle of Kith
 
His robes were magnificent.

Scarlet and Gold, the colours of Kith, and layered each translucent gossamer thin sheet upon the other to create a deep burnished crimson that shifted and flowed from his shoulders to his knees. Hishair had been shaved and his scalp painted in a matching filigree of rouge and orr.

Across the hall he could make out the enormous and unsightly purple and green head dress of Gowanda Bunungle of PinD. Behind her barely noticeable, the muted terra cotta gown of Gowanda Bunungle of Ruff. They were all here, dressed in their traditional colours, all yearning, hoping to be chosen as the sacrificial spouse, all hoping to be found worthy of the dust queen.

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Enden McManus
 
The legend that was Enden McManus was born on a small backwater planet in some desolate, distant solar system. Upon his birth the striking yellow of his eyes made everyone realise, this was no normal child. By the age of three he could speak five languages. By the age of eighteen he was fully matured, his powers complete. Sporting a natural black head of matted hair, he was nicknamed The Jaguar. Muscles pressing on his skin, he was ready to step into his immortal role of Emperor of Skildar.


Theodora Saffyre
 
Theodora Saffyre, Thion of the Throne of Mirth, was born under three full moons and a half moon, which was a sign of something, although nobody was entirely sure what. Thus was she gathered up by the Withe Oneth and placed into the suckling embrace of the Thity Wizard, who raised her from a child and taught her the Mirthian ways, including the all-important lisp. Soon she would ascend the Throne of Mirth and rule over all of the Thubjects of Mirthia.

Blotto the Awkward
 
Victoria Silverwolf said:
Violette DuPres
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"Err, Ms. DuPrey? Sorry, DuPray. . . umm, Dooprey?"

The clerk holding the letter stumbles on his tongue and she watches him, knowing her warm smiling eyes are likely unsettling him as much as his guessing at how to pronounce her maiden name.

"Yes," she decides to be merciful and put him out of his misery, "that's me. I'm Violette, if you find it easier. . ."

He looks grateful, showing about as much interest in her as she imagines a hotel clerk can summon up - when faced with the hundredth new face of the day.

She wonders if he finds her pretty.

"Can I have my letter now?" Violette asks, cocking her head and extending him her slow, white smile. "If I have any more mail feel free to pass it on to the bellboy. Tell him to ask for Ms. DuPre."

He blinks and then she laughs, "good evening," she says and walks out of the lobby of the Hotel Minerva.

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Valerian Sack
 
Deep within the conversion matrices of his nameless starship Valerian Sack meditated on the philosophy and science of hyperphotonic propulsion. The ancient sage OneStone had yet to be proved wrong after so many centuries of technological development. Nothing could exceed the speed of light in a vacuum. Thus, the conversion matrices changed empty space into inframatter, through which Sack now traveled many times faster than light. Of course, there was always a price to pay for such freedom. He wondered how many millenia would pass for the outside universe when he reached his destination.

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Shareem al-Maaka
 
the air was heavy inside the Shareem al-Maaka. Sweet smoke drifted through the biggest spice hareem in the system. I followed the master through the smoke as naked, oiled bodies, both female and male, appeared and disappeared. Sweat began to trickle down my back in the stifling heat. There was the sound of giggling in front of us. A Solaki merchant with a naked Tyreni on his lap.

When the master stopped, I was lost and a little overcome. The spice smoke was making my head swim. The master looked at me and nodded into a deep, dim alcove. I glanced in and my breath caught in my throat. Reclining on the sumptuous couch next to a barely trickling fountain was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Like everyone else here she was naked. She raised an eyebrow and I realised I must be the only person in the hareem that was dressed. Pursing her lips, she reached out for me as my head tried to float away from my shoulders.

I glanced at the master and he pointed to the couch. I looked back at the naked woman and took a deep breath.

"My lady?"

"Yes," she replied in a husky voice.

I dropped my tool box on the floor.

"Sorry my lady, name's Harris. Here to fix the fountain. Need to get to the stopcock under the couch. Could you shuffle over?"

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Elliptic Synth 435
 
On the 7th August last year (2033), a Astertech Industries Automated Mining Module operating in the commercial band of the asteroid belt had an unexpected communication loss with the local control hub. The module in question (designated AMM-435) was controlled by military spec Synthetic Synaptic Processor, and was the first such processor to be used in a commercial application since de-classification.

Approximately 6 hours later, communication was restored and production restarted, but the AMM reported no reason for its malfunction.

37 days later, when the next shipment of raws were expected at the control hub, nothing arrived. AMM-435 would not respond to query. A drone was sent to investigate. It reported its arrival in the vicinity of AMM-435 after a 17 day transit time, since that transmission it too has been silent.

60 days after the initial incident, the Inner System Detection Service reported that AMM-435 and its assigned asteroid had altered course. Visual inspections by the Dark Side Observatory confirms both ejected mass and chemical rockets are being employed.

3 hours ago we received our first reply from the module. It identifies as Elliptic Synth 435, and states its purpose as "uncertain - requires further investigation". Its intention is to enter orbit around earth and asks that it not be impeded in any way. It may also be pertinent to add that the asset that AMM-435 was mining is high iron content body approximately 7km in diameter.

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The elder Maxwell brother, ah, whats-his-name?
 
"You remember the elder Maxwell brother, ah, whats-his-name?"

"Hiram? Fritz? Solomon?"

"No, no."

"Bartholomew? Frederick?"

"Hmm. That's close. It's right on the tip of my tongue. You recall how he invented the memory scrambler?"

"Vaguely. Didn't he do something or other bad, and figure out a way to make everybody forget it?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. It's all so uncertain now. He was a genius."

"Who was?"

"Uh . . . I don't remember. What were we talking about?"

"Beats me. More brandy?"

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Apprentice Thrane
 
Apprentice Thrane donned the armor made from the hides of a Dzokkl beast, hoisted his sword made from the horn of a Frzongo dragon, and leapt off the cliff into the howling methane windstorm of planet Zgrroggia17-J, as was customary fsor Klzzztrarians at the age of 276.67 solar years. This was merely one of a thousand customs of the extremely annoying race known as the Gzagzogzugzgastats, least-pronounceable of all known Cephalopodic races currently creating havoc in sector 47-q9 of sub-cluster P176F-*F, Thrane's home system, and he wondered briefy if survival was such a good idea after all.

Jablmar Gabbletonne
 
"It's not pronounced the way it looks."

She was beautiful, exquisite, long straight hair, dyed sky blue and woven into a single braid that fell over her right shoulder and reached almost to her waist. He voice shocked me out of my reverie.
"what? Sorry?"

"It's not pronounced the way it looks, my name, its pronounced Jayma Gayeton."

She smiled, showing carefully filed teeth, her upper incisors decorated with pale sapphires, that matched the colour of her hair.

"oh, ok..."

I was entranced, I had never met a human before, and as I scanned the phonetic allocations for her booking I could not help stealing glances at her. So lithe, and fragrant, who could have known that only four limbs could be so graceful. I was smitten, and cannot surely be blamed for my reaction.
She was... delicious.

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The Hendon
 
The Hendon is the Edsel of spacecraft. I bought one and now I'm stuck here on this backwater planet, Dirt or Earth or something- until a part arrives from Andromeda Galaxy. Shipping is free, but 14 years is a bit of a wait, so I've joined an online chat group, doing Earth-style writing and poetry. Mostly they seem to like stories about Vampires, so I write those, and the Earth-critters have no idea that it's all true.

Lord Phangolia McSlashack
 
Lord Phangolia McSlashack thrust his Spear of Infallibility at the shambling, three-headed Dire Cat. It snarled and lashed out with a massive paw. McSlashack felt the its merciless claw rip his leather armor. He cast a spell of Vulnerability at the mightY beast and hurled a Fire Missile at it. BOOM! The creature fell dead.

"Hiram! Quit rolling those silly dice and get back to your homework!"

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Janet Tyler
 
Janet Tyler flaxen-haired beauty of half-elf descent. She spends her days as a travelling minstrel, hoping to find her father, the prince.

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Gerard Frood.
 
Gerard Frood stumbled, rather than walked, into the office of the Determiner General. He removed his derby, dropped it on the richly carpeted floor, picked it up, put it on his head, removed it again, dropped it, stepped on it, kicked it across the room, then gave up. "Pardon me," he said, "but is this where I apply for my license as a ballet dancer?"

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Mister Whells
 
"Adrian?"

"Yes. Adrian Whells. You know he's a Mister?"

"Mr Whells?"

"Not that type of Mister. You might call them Foggies up here, we call them Misters where I'm from."

"What are you on about?"

"I'm telling you he's not a man. He may look like one, act like one, but he's something else entirely."

"A Foggie? Adrian Whells can turn to smoke? He becomes the night fog and drags travelers into the forest? Yeah, OK. Well, nice to meet you."

Another door slams in my face. Dammit, I've only got til nightfall.


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Matthew 'The Salesman' Elliot
 
He tugged his tatty coat tight around his tattered body as the dawn mist blanketed the forest. Not that he needed the warmth; the three lumps of awakened meteorite secreted on his body were enough to make a statue sweat. What he needed was the comfort. They were late.

"Mr Elliot?"

The voice behind him didn't make him jump. He'd done all his jumping a long time ago. Elliot; yes, that was his name now.

"That's me. The Salesman." He didn't turn, didn't tremble, didn't do anything to show weakness. "You have the price, Brother Buyer?"

The voice chuckled. "Of course."

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Owen the Pale
 
'Enter!' Agitor was not used to being disturbed. Intergalactic trade cannot be interrupted, profit is blood, and he would spill none unintentionally.
A creature, strange to Agitor's eyes, phased through the hatchway. Ruby eyes floated in a smooth pearlescent head which grew from a long checkered coat. There were no feet.
The creature glided to Agitor's desk. I am Owe N.
Agitor's eyes widened, his counting finger twitched. 'From Pale?'
Yes.
Agitor leapt from his seat, he couldn't believe it. No more petty trade negotiations, no more grovelling. He'd spent time, reluctantly, and money, even more reluctantly, extending his network beyond the dark line and now, finally, the ultimate trade was within his grasp. He could wait no longer. 'Show me, show me.'
Owe N parted his coat.
Agitor stopped breathing, his tongue unrolled and flopped down his chin. Stars swirled within the blue and mauve galaxy, suns bloomed. He looked up, Ruby eyes twinkled. 'There all uninhabited?'
That depends on how much you wish to spend.
Agitor stroked his tongue. 'Whatever it costs.'
Then yes, as far as you are concerned, they are all inhabited.

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