Character Creation Chain

Henrietta Duster-Ventney the Fourth, the fourth wife of Harold Duster-Ventney with the forename Henrietta, was born Henrietta Cartouche on a coal barge in the early 1800s. The seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, she began to show her magical powers at a very young age and so in conformity with the traditions of the Coal Bargee Clan was taught that she must tap dance, not walk, wherever she went. She developed massive calf muscles and was unable to wear ordinary clothes, so she invented the crinoline to hide her deformity and accidentally kickstarted a craze for the fashion. Heralded as a creative genius and lauded by the gentry, she was able to start her own dress shop and ultimately her own fashion house, Cartouche Creations. She met Harold when seeking external finance for a new venture, Cartouche Cruises (the now-famous barge holiday company), and they were married within a year. Her happiness was soured when she discovered that he had married her only for her first name. Heartbroken, she turned him into a mouse, then fed him to her cat familiar Moggy Muldoon, or so they say; he has been missing presumed dead for over forty years now. Tall, blonde, attractive, extremely fit, and possessed of power beyond the dreams of avarice, she was none the less a reserved and private woman who never forgot her origins and took pride in what she had achieved. She retained her husband’s name to honour the memory of her happy times with him. Her undisputed leadership of the fashion scene and her sparkling good humour ensured that she was always a welcome guest at parties, where her tap dancing performances were a big draw. She was last seen alive four years ago at a party being held in her Scottish castle, where she was welcoming her guests (all the most handsome and fascinating men of the age) at the door. After the last one had arrived she walked in and closed the door firmly behind her. The door has not been opened since, and the forbidding thicket of poisonous and razor-sharp thorns which sprang up about the place has, up to now, discouraged further enquiries.
 
Yorkin is the legendary Mage of Energy. In this world of magic, only the most famous, or infamous, of wizards earn the right to be known by one name. It means that everyone everywhere will know you simply by that one name. Many see him as a mysterious ancient, powerful enough to destroy the world, and only kept from doing so by offerings and gifts. Quite the contrary though, Yorkin is a very mischievous man who loves playing pranks on street vendors and kings alike. The part about him being extremely powerful and ancient are true, but instead of turning him into a hard man, time has taught him that the true pleasures in life are good company and hearty laughter, which he chooses to engage in by puling pranks with strangers and old friends.
(hope I did well by the name!)

(MY BAD! did not realize how many pages were on here!!)
(you can skip mine and do the name above! I would hate to skip theirs!!!)

Troy Ryker
 
Dolores Carbuncle and Troy Riker, the most infamous criminal couple since the Earth That Was days. Carbuncle is the muscle, a genetically and cybernetic enhanced Imperium shock trooper kicked out for her penchant for unhinged bloodlust, speaking nearly exclusively in profanity, and collecting tiny ceramic unicorns. Troy, meanwhile, is a ne'er do well shipped in cryogenic state from Riker's Island immediately before the Great Cataclysm, who was part of the 3% which lost their memory as a result of said cryogenic storage. History and a transport crash caused his surname to be lost to history, as the only surviving document describing his identity left only given name and prison location.

Carbuncle and Riker met as the latter was selling counterfeit ceramic unicorns at the last convention on Structure 002912, outside Titan. After a prompt and thorough beating, Riker was... compelled... to permit Carbuncle to enter his counterfeiting plot, where her encyclopedic knowledge of the mythical equine enabled production to rival the authentic.

The Chief wants them in alive. Also, he wants Carbuncle's collection seized for his personal enjoyment; he's apparently missing the ultra rare Sweetie Tweetie.
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Sweetie Tweetie the Unicorn.
 
Sweetie Tweetie the Unicorn
Was the most famous mass murderer in history. Once a children's show host but made barking mad by the constant screaming of kiddies for sweets while he had to wear 50kg of fake fur suit that increased his body temperature by ten degrees in the already sauna hot studio lights. One day after being peed on by no less then eight children and sloshing around in what was now a furry w.c. he took the elevator to the top floor and with a rainbow pellet paint gun unloaded his frustrations upon the senior broadcasting staff.
Had the stations management taken this worker up braiding with just a touch of equanimity there might not be a victims of the giant broadcasting building fire memorial park here. But one loudmouthed idjit spoiled everything by screaming about his suit. Whereupon sweetie Tweetie completely lost his cool and spontaneously combusted.
The cheap polypropylene used for the costume melted into everything and set the entire floor on fire. This rapidly spread down level by level.
Though the Royal Marines helicopter unit was called in to rescue the general staff, unfortunately three hundred lawyers and celebrity reality show and talent and game show hosts were trapped in the cafe whilst fighting over the last jam rolly polly and chocolate buttons. But no one missed them at all and they were all left behind.
Alas sweetie Tweetie.
A special limited edition endorsed sweetie Tweetie package of toasted marshmallows came out as a remembrance.

Merup the Alligator boy
 
Once gawked at by carny on-lookers as a freak of nature, Merup had dreams of being more than an aberrant spectacle for drunken hillbillies. Taking on-line courses from a third rate diploma mill on-line college, Merup earned a double major in chemistry and media communications. His highly popular podcast concerning diet and exercise made him one of the most famous lifestyle influencers on the Internet. His insanely powerful, self developed fat burning supplement called "Ripped-Tile!" generated millions in revenue, in large part to slogans like "Gator roll those pounds off' and "Become the apex predator in the gym and bedroom!"

Merup's life was fantastic; he bought a patch of swamp in Louisiana, married Bertha the Bearded Lady, and was even in the process of starting up a hedge fund with Ludwig, the carny's strong man.

Then, he appeared on CNN, where Anderson Cooper accused him of being a fraud. Merup snapped, dragged Cooper off into the sewer, and proceeded to let his corpse decompose in the murk until it had the right amount of flavor for Merup's sensitive pallet. The F.B.I is offering a $500,000 reward for information leading to his apprehension.

Doug the Destroyer, Barbarian King of Accounts Receivable
 
Doug the Destroyer, Barbarian King of Accounts Receivable, was only known as that by himself. His love of leather lead him to labour in ladies lingerie at Lewis’s, where his lewd, loud-mouthed lasciviousness marked him out clearly as a natural for debt collection and he was forced to take up the new position as he didn’t want the police involved. He was rubbish at the job, but was kept on because the squeaky noises he made in the lift as he tried to adjust the fit of his leather trews made the CEO laugh. Last seen running from a rampant rhino at the zoo.




Moggy Muldoon.
 
They say old Moggy Muldoon shipped out on the Princess of Ceylon back in eighty-four with a cargo of rice and pepper. Drivel and dishwater, say I. For did not the Princess go to Davy Jones off the coast of Sumatra with all hands? And does not the rap-rap-rap of old Muldoon's whalebone leg pass this way each night, just before six bells in the middle watch? Keep a weather eye open, lad, and you'll see old Muldoon, all fog and shadow, march from the end of this pier and back again, slow as January treacle, searching for what's lost and cannot be found.

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Piotr Vaslav.
 
Piotr Vaslav the last tech killer. Old now, broken from to many years hunting the machines, a leg lost against the conclave of Orelan hunter mechs. An eye taken by the Nord Strike, deep in their forest amongst the Valkyrie mountains. Atop the remains of the Tic Toc Hammer, hidden amongst its mechanical entrails he aimed his rifle, the last of the series 3010 assassin super shots.

He chose a single shot of eldren gateway and targeting the head, caressed the trigger, his shot rang true as always. Mikhael the last Overlord Class defender fell, his head melted away into another dimension. The body slowly sank into the ocean deep where it had been trawling for whale fish to serve as food for the local flesh folk.

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Carmina the Last of them
 
Whatever went wrong, it was always the fault of Them.
Blown valves in the engines, or leaking fuel pipes from the wing tanks.
Ammunition jamming in the point-fives.
Oxygen bottles empty when they should have been full.
A compass that span instead of pointing North.
Muldoon pointed a gloved finger at Kowalski. "I ain't gonna ask you again. We're lucky to be home. So lose the god-damned gremlin."
Kowalski backed away, as far as he could in the B17's cramped fuselage. "No way, Carmina's done nothing wrong!"
Instead of continuing the argument, Muldoon grabbed the long-eared, rat faced creature from the other gunner and tossed it out the side hatch. "You gotta quit making friends with them pal, I'm telling you that had better be the last god-damned one!"

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Constantine the Gardener
 
Constantine the Gardener

Peace be on you Constantine, last of the true Gardeners. Never has a son of the Gardener line been loved so well by his charges, or has given so much for them. The move into industrial-scale cultivation of carnivorous plants may have been an error, but it was done with style and... commitment...



Parsley the Ant Lion
 
Parsley the Ant Lion.

A bizarre, Michael Cronenberg level experiment was the fate of Tyler "Parsley" Lemon, after he promised a criminally insane geneticist primo kush weed, but delivered him a bag of mediocre, seed infested gear. Angered by the slacker's insolence, and that the professor had plans to invite female company over to spark up and watch "A Clockwork Orange" because Teresa had never seen it before, the doctor tricked him into his gene splicer with promises of D.J. work at his cousin's wedding. Now the Pars-man is ANT-LION!! He fights crime with the strength of a fire ant, the speed and viciousness of the king of the jungle, and a mobile phone full of scum criminal contacts who hit him up for rides from the pub.

ANT-LION!! His power is unprecedented. His justice is swift! His pot is still garbage!

The Supreme Zucchini of Domania 5.
 
The Supreme Zucchini of Domania 5.

"In my time," said Axos, the old man, "I knew everyone. Everyone, I say!"
"That's silly," said his grand-daughter.
"Humph," said the old man, trying to be angry but happy to let his anger wilt before those big brown eyes.
"Grandpa, if you really knew everyone, then you must know the Emperor?"
"I did, many years ago. I was his friend, his advisor. He trusted me, back then."
His grand-daughter wanted to know more, but apparently her mother thought that dinner was ready and that was more important.
Many years later, she was browsing a market stall on a world where paper images were still being made. And she caught her breath as she picked up one image.
"Ah," said the merchant. "Now that is interesting. Here you can see the The Supreme Zucchini of Domania 5."
"You mean the Emperor?"
"What? No, the guy next to him. The guy in the suit. The Supreme Zucchini, also known as Axos."
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The Dolphin Master
 
Anyhow, the Dolphin Master he makes these shooters with these little tiny machines in them. You shoot them machines into your arm and they go tickle the glands where dolphins are made and release them into your body. Thems the glands that release dolphins when you shag a girl and you get that, like glowy feeling afterwards. Only it's ten times better- a hundred! I'm telling you, when they say dolphin shooting is better than sex, they ain't exaggerating. I heard some dudes even give up girls for dolphins. But know what's even better? Shagging while shooting dolphins. You and your girl should try it. I can hook you up.

But you can't just go see the Dolphin Master. He has like a secret lair where he makes his shooters and he has a gang. They get the dolphin shooters out to the slingers on the corners. He runs a tight ship. He takes care of his prolies, but he best not be crossed. He knows where all the recycling chutes are, ya know? He's a cold blooded sumbitch. Yeah, he's the only source for shooters. No one else has the brains to do what he does- and thems that did- down the recycling chute.

Yeah, I seen him once. Skinny kid. Black curly hair, light skin, wears these black jeans with rolled up cuffs and a white lab coat. He even keeps a couple old school pens in the pocket and some slidey thing. Looks like he wandered off from some upper mucky-muck school and couldn't find his way back. Don't let none that fool you though. His eyes are like black lasers. They flat but hey don't miss nothing. They caught some undercover FLEA working his gang. He told his prolies take her away, work her over and find out what she knew. Took awhile. Heard she weren't dead neither when they slid her down the chute. Just cut her hamstrings and slide her in head first. I stopped hanging with him after that.

Now, I told you what you wanted, now how about that lu? You got hard? Naw, man nothing on a card, I want hard cash lu in my hand. Whoa, hey! No need to get rough! Ok, ok, I'll take the card- if it's clean untraceable. You the man! And you, you the girl. You two a couple? Cuz, if not- Ok, Citizen Girl, I didn't mean nothing. I'll just be going along now and see if I can score me a dolphin shooter. Maybe find me a girl. Settle my nerves.

Endora Waters
 
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How she hated that name. First of all, was that surname a surname, or a verb? The jokes she had to put up with! Then that first name, well, that was almost as bad. She often thought it sounded a little like detergent, you know, household cleaner. Or maybe a brand of mineral water.
As soon as she was old enough she went to see the Fairy Queen who, of course, was responsible for naming all the newborn fairies, and she asked Her Majesty why she had been lumbered with such a, uh, difficult name.
"Endora is a word that speaks of flowers and of soft meadows," said the Queen. "And Waters is, naturally, all about the streams and brooks that give us life."
"Oh," said Endora, feeling a little bit ashamed.
"Also the Chancellor bet me a dozen pine cones I wouldn't do it," the Queen added, stifling a snigger.
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Cheshunt Chaplin the Deadly Assassin
 
Cheshunt Chaplin the Deadly Assassin

The boy was named after his rich uncle, in the hope that the famous assassin would feel flattered and leave his fortune to his nephew. However, though the two had a very close and warm relationship, the uncle died penniless, so after years of bullying by the kids at school because of his name, Cheshunt decided to honour his departed uncle by taking up his profession. The school roll fell dramatically, but whilst Cheshunt enjoyed the work he didn’t seem to be earning very much, so he studied modern dance and eventually became a fitness guru on Sky TV instead. “Dance with the Deadly Assassin” was a smash hit, he made a huge fortune, and retired to live happily ever after in New Jersey at the age of 32. Never give in to nominative determinism!




Amity Devine
 
Roth-Stillskin

A slimy and furry creature with the scales of a lizard and the fur of a lamb. He loves to cuddle. But none like to be near him due to the slime. Because of his loneliness he plays with his pal yu-yu. Both are indigenous to the mountains of Rual - a treacherous and steep climb.
 
Amity Devine
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A woman with a secret. She was born into a life that she has to keep hidden to protect those around her. Getting close to others isn't easy for her, lest she risk them finding out her secret, or being used against her by her enemies. Amity is a woman of average height with black skin, deep brown eyes, and silky brown, wavy hair. She has an athletic build, long, powerful legs, and curves in all the right places. Her story is heroic, action-packed, full of sacrifice, and tragic.

India Wentworth
 
India Wentworth

Owner of a yoga supplies shop and studio in New York. She is all about self denial, stoicism and austerity, believing that to get ahead in life--her goal, always--one must suppress all appetites.This attitude she extends to her employees, to whom she is quite brutal. (Behind her back, her employees know her as The Viceroy.)
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Starm Amberby
 
Starm Amberby

An America big game hunter of independent means. He has a perchance for waiting until his prey is very close before shooting. Always just one headshot. This has cost him several local guides and he is now charged twice the rate of other game hunters, but is otherwise well thought of by them. He is usually quietly spoken if heard from at all away from safari. He prefers deeds to talk. He remains on safari as much as he can. He pretends not to speak English when he meets a European or American stranger, only speaking the local language, in which he is fluent. He is or was married to the daughter of a family friend when they were both less that twenty years old. After about a month of marriage he told his wife that he was going on a short trip to visit friends. That was nearly thirty years ago. He has never returned to the USA let alone home.

Meikle Rahane
 
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