Character Creation Chain

[Luiglin]

Paula Blitton-Cosmoid of the Blitton-Cosmoid's from New Market Snodberry Orbital Platform had more chits than she could count. Indeed the Blitton-Cosmoids, of whom Paula was the eldest and of marriagable age, were so rich that they hadn't invented a term for the number. As such, due to Paula's emminent position as potential heiress to the family fortune, she had more suitors than they had courses at Sunday dinner. It was such a pity though that she had a laugh like a neutron star locomotive and a tendency to whistle 'Good old new blighty is here again' at the most inappropriate of times.

Graknut the Destroyer

 

[J Riff]

Dang, I had this all ready when you posted, Luiglin.

Luiglin Forgettopost was the best known of all the writers who went missing in the purges of ought-seventeen, though he often turned up, later, at various freelunch functions and SFF cons. Best known for his 9-part trilogy of trilogies about memory loss in the Gods, he resides now, somewhere in the West Midlands and, occasionally, finds his way home for dinner. * )

Graknut the Destroyer

 

[Coast]

Graknut was the most senior engineer in the ranks of the TrollKing's civil service. He was a pup at the time of the hordes conquest of Biglandia, and was weaned at the end of that campaign. He studied at the finest institutions that the Troll nation could conquer, and though his impatience and a tendency to eat his classmates found him often in trouble, he managed to graduate with the highest honours. His career coincided with the TrollKing's desire to build a new Biglandian capital, and Graknut quickly rose through the ranks and became known as the founder of the first wave of trollish architecture. His greatest achievement was the 'Downbelow' - a hive-like system of tunnels that allowed goods and trolls to be transported below ground level with great efficiency and speed. Unfortunately he never accounted for the amount of methane produced by the Grug-cows that pulled the carts and carriages, and the resulting explosion caused the implosion that swallowed the Trollking's Capital, and gave Graknut the moniker he would carry until his death.


The Martian Martyr

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

After their delicate towers of bone and ivory had collapsed to the rust-red sands and shattered ,like glass paperweights fallen from a titan's hand; after the harp-voiced, golden-eyed people had succumbed to the bacteria and viruses we breathed out into their thin, cool atmosphere; after the canals that covered their planet had run thick and green with Earthly mold and fungus; the last Martian came to us, like a scarecrow made out of dust, and said "I forgive you."

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Vince Prackett

 

[sinister42]

Vince Prackett is a cheese negotiator with the Lactose Police Department of Gherkin City. When an angry wheel of brie takes hostages in one of Gherkin City's highrises, Prackett is there to talk it down. And when that doesn't work, there's always the targeted microwave gun. Of course, using that always leads to a sticky mess, but that's why the LPD always keeps a stash of chips and salsa on hand just in case.


Hummo of the Dread Sugar Wastes

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

When one first meets Hummo of the Dread Sugar Wastes one should always take care to avoid discussing football. Not that American thing so ineptly described by that word, nor even the more properly termed international sport. Any such casual mention of the word will send Hummo (whose temper is already not of the best, since the Dread Sugar Wastes, with their sweet-tasting, sticky, but inedible expanses of sand, are not places conducive to a pleasant state of mind) into a tirade. "Football indeed! It should be feetball, unless you're playing with only one leg!" Better to leave the subject of competitive sports alone, and steer the conversation into the merits of various kinds of vinegar, particularly their ability to get that annoying cloying sensation out of your mouth. I favor a mint-infused white balsamic myself.

Jake Barlowe

 

[J Riff]

Jake Barlow ran the gambling halls on Squibnar's asteroid, back in the halcyon days of Monster-racing in the asteroid belt surrounding Fnargnar's Star - section 786j-Q51 in the NE quadrant of system J-YH7-Q, which can be seen on page 5674 of your guide to the less-travelled systems, sub-section 71262-K, and Jake was a big man in that region of space, for a while. Then came the cataclysm, which Jake had no intention of starting, but you all know what happened. If you don't, turn to page 827272, sub-section 2827-C, paragraph 16, and all will be clear.

Zakkk Idgenut

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Zakkk Idgenut, Ambassador from the League of Galactic Core Worlds to the Conference of Outer Spiral Planets, was best described, through the eyes (and other sense organs) of the COSP officlals whom welcomed it, as a matrix of crystalloid polymers kept in constant flux by quantum variations in the background radiation of the Big Bang. As one might imagine, this made communication difficult. (Even its name is merely a convenient fiction, transliterated into Earth Normal as best as possible by AI specialists.) Hence the unpleasantness of the Pan-Galactic Wars, with their googles of casualties. The real trouble began when the first visitor from Andromeda showed up.

Horst van Former

 

[ErikB]

Horst van Former sounded like a Dutch or German name. It probably didn't help that he had been a barley and hoops smuggler for the German Brewers Guild famed for their Schwartz Wald beers across the Hyloron Galaxy.
But Horst van Former was actually an Uklek-Human hybrid. And in his wanderings he had unwittingly started the Cyforean Wars when he got a Lardar Embassador drunk just an hour before the doomed Cyforean Peace talks had started. The Lardar Embassador was the key note speaker.
Today Horst sells novelty items to travelling humans and aliens on a small asteroid belt near Kytan. The Galaxy is probably safer for it.

Deshtan the Unbidden.

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Violet mists hissed from the pyres raised to the glory of Deshtan the Unbidden. Priestesses writhed in ecstatic dance, eyes rolled back into their heads until only their unseeing whites were visible to the throngs of chanting worshippers. Fifes moaned and tabors roared, filling the vast stone chamber with a chaos of echoes. The hordes of cultists shrieked, half in joy and half in terror, as the tangled limbs of Deshtan crawled from the bottomless pit in the center of the temple. Dozens of them, black and ocher and mauve, thicker than the limbs of ancient oak trees, glittering with slime, they wriggled over the heads of the devout. Who would be honored to join Deshtan in his eternal darkness?

Vooric Sen

 

[ErikB]

Vooric Sen had never known the Takkari. Long before his consciousness the Grand Principle of Okkar had ordered the dormant infant delivered to the world of Dashtu.

Long had the Dashturans resisted and struck back at the might of Okkar. Terrorism, raids, supply restrictions, guerrilla warfare, and open military campaigns had taken a toll until the Grand Principle had had enough.

Now in his vile and twisted humor he had declared an armistice with the Dashturans. But his infiltrators had smuggled Vooric Sen onto Dashtu.

His awareness gave rise to form. Vooric Sen was birthed as a fully formed Dashturan. However it was anything but this.

It's appetite for life energy was immense. It absorbed the energy of everything around it turning life to death. Withering the creatures around it and all the while growing.

It could contain the affect for extended periods. This allowed Vooric Sen to enter large cities unnoticed. Then it would start the life sucking process and the energy drain would spread outward like the shock wave of a massive explosion.

Too late the Dashturan Overlord learned what the Grand Principle had done. Using a Sen was unthinkable. Genocide and indeed World death were the acts of a ruthless foe. One unworthy of existence.

That was why the last living populace crowded into the Arc Ship as Vooric Sen entered to feed. The doors closed and as they perished the ship raced into the sky and headed toward its programmed destination.

Okkar Prime.



Ku'ul

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

Mighty were the armies of Ku'ul, warlord of the windswept steppes of Akkar. The copper breastplates of his horseman gleamed as they rode towards the newly risen sun, eager to do battle with the dying Empire. The dust from the hooves of their burly steeds rose in a cloud higher than a man's head, many leagues long. Ku'ul rode before them, magnificent in armor of gold and ivory. His stallion was pure black, with only a single mark in the shape of a lightning bolt on its flank. In one hand Ku'ul carried a sword that no two men could lift, in the other the skull of his grandfather's grandfather, the bone encased in silver. Today would bring victory or death.

Simone Arline

 

[J Riff]

Simone Arline - noted barbarian of the 33rd century BC, Simon Arline led the charge into the valley of doom, slew the great cave-beast, toppled the empire of lizard-men, but is best remembered for his poetry, found carved into skulls encrusted with gold and jewels. Despite his many conquerings, Simon was never quite able to land a publishing deal.

Ghorgulax the Meanderer

 

[Victoria Silverwolf]

"Ghorgulax the Meanderer? He was here just the other day. Did about half a gold emperor's worth of damage to the place. But that's OK. I'm insured by Mutual of Mithgard. Gonna put in a wide-screen gladiator pit to replace the old one. Say 'thanks" to him if you see him."

Pretal

 

[J Riff]

Pretal - the forgotten giant monster in the Javanese monster movie chain, Pretal was only 75 feet tall, and his roar could only be heard for 900 miles. Despite this, his posters and figurines sold well in remote fishing villages, where people still scare easily. A remake of the 60s classic - Pretal s. Zodgilla, is currently in the works. New, improved CGI Pretal is much bigger, stronger, faster, and has unknown powers, yet to be revealed. Pretal has applied for a role in the forthcoming Pacific Dim movie, but has stated that 'no robot will ever beat me', which raises concerns over the movie company's ability to control the huge new version of this once-wimpy 60's monster.

Zangor the Unflappable

 

[Joshua Jones]

Let's give this a go...

Zangor the Unflappable

Master of hundreds of battles, there is nothing which the scared visage of Zangor has not stared down. Though he lost the use of his wings, this duck of prey is a constant winter guard against the Northern Invaders and is renown for his war quack.

Bernard Armagnac

 

[Luiglin]

Bernard Armagnac

A man of many talents and a name that strikes fear into the hearts of all who live on the Sunset Coast. There has never been a pirate quite like Armagnac. While others sail the seas with a trusty crew he makes do with his Raptor Parrot, Bernice and his chimpanzee, Bosun Bogsby. He cares not who he hurts, taking things on a whim, one moment looting diamonds the next stealing pineapples. Some say he's the illegitimate son of the King of Derwall, others say he's ex-lover of the Empress Yutho. Some though claim to him being an old fish wives tale to scare the children afore bed.

Henton 'Inscrutable' Jones

 

[Alex The G and T]

Inscrutable Jones...
He's got an inscrutable jones...

What's the deal with this Henton character? His constant air of of angst over something he dearly needs; but cant have.
He's not a junkie, jonesin' for a hit. He doesn't appear to be jonesin' for crack.

Could it be unrequited love? He lost his Bassetball?

He's just so agitated all the time, this guy with the inscrutable Jones. No one knows why.


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Cadfred, the Unwieldy

 

[Mr Orange]

The cavern was dark, lit only by smouldering torches and the glow that came from the slab of stone in the middle. I crept up to the stone, careful to tread lightly; I certainly didn't want any of the snake bats that hung from the roof to wake. And there it was, on the stone, shimmering. The famed sword, Cadfred the destroyer of worlds, the maker of men, the glory hunter, the... I was sure there were other names too, but couldn't quite remember them right now. It didn't matter anyway, this sword was my way out of the hovel. My way to the top of the kingdom. My heart thumped as I carefully picked it up. And promptly fell over backwards. Cadfred clattered to the ground and the snake bats stirred. I frowned. It was heavier than I thought. I braced myself and picked up the sword again. It came up too fast and the flat of the blade smacked me in the face. I stumbled back, then over-balanced forward. Cadfred started to fall again. I strained to hold it upright, but it pivoted in my hands, swung down and struck me square between the legs. I let out a low, pained groan and the sword clanged back onto the stone. A snake bat hooted savagely, followed by another. I turned and hobbled from the cavern as quick as I could, my ambitions forgotten in fear and testicular agony.

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Article 619

 

[J Riff]

Article 619 was posted on every wall in the country, back in Ought-52, and it ordered the population to keep vewy, vewy quiet during times of ET attacks on the cities. A useless, meaningless piece of paper it was, Article 619, because everyone left alive knew better by then, and everybody hid in the special soundproof bunkers day and night by this time anyway, and anyone who didn't was quickly picked up by the alien ships and never seen again, so the less said about Article 619 the better. In fact, I shouldn't even be talking about it aboveground like this, there s always a certain risk involved in - ... Uh oh. ( **!&!&!)

Chunga Mumbola