Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 2, 2007 14:21:52 GMT -5
Here's a draft to fill the space. *Makes sure you're all wearing socks so that you'll have something to be knocked off when you read it.*
Windrider Clemens:
Race: Human Cree
Occupation: Road Sentinel, Renegade, and Tree
Characteristics: 6' 6", 280 lbs, long, straight, jet-black hair, dark brown eyes and brown skin. Roundish head, solid/husky physique.
Disposition:Seems slow moving, and acts like there's all the time in the world. Incredibly quiet and patient, though he will express himself. Often hums the songs he was raised with in his clan, and has no trouble telling the stories of his people.
History: Was born into his clan, near Hudsons Weigh, and was originally trained to be a warrior in the Cree culture. However, like all renegades before him, he took easily to the use of technology.
His family sent him to Hudsons Weigh to learn to use vehicles, as a means to assist in the transport of the clan. Windrider later returned to this career, and also took to policing, serving some time with the Tundra Rangers. Eventually he travelled further and further south, finding himself in the New West.
Windrider does not feel he is a renegade from the traditional ways, but that he was called to use the high technology to serve the greater good. He is still on good terms with his clan.
Picked up Crikey one day on his journey southward. Windrider claims he was just standing, looking over the terrain, when the monkey climbed down and landed on his shoulder. Being raised to respect creatures, Windrider gave the monkey some food. Windrider called the monkey (who was very young at the time and spent a lot of its hours on his shoulders) Thinks I'm a Tree. Most whites didn't get it, so he adopted the name Crikey given by a co-adventurer of the time.
Equipment: homespun armour (50 MDC), survival knife, 5 stakes and mallet, 1 signal flare, 3 smoke grenades, camp stove, sleeping roll, billy club, basic rations (7 days), silt goggles, air filter mask, 2 canteens, three gas cans, backpack, satchel, match box of matches, cigarette lighter, first aid kit, tool kit.
Souped-up jeep
Wilks Laser rifle
NG Ion super-gun
Colt .45 Service pistol
C1A1 Modified Rifle
1878 Colt .45 Revolver
Name: Crikey (aka: Thinks I'm a Tree):
SDC: 15
Race: Capstan Monkey (Telus monkey)
Appearance: Typical, non-mutant Capstan monkey
Occupation: Be a monkey, climb stuff, eat, poo, do other monkey stuff
Personality: Curious, active, fun
History: Thinks I'm a Tree was very hungry when he saw the tall dark man standing below his current home. His parents had never returned, and he needed food. He was very young, but Thinks I'm a Tree managed to make his way down, landing on Windrider's shoulder. Windrider seemed to hardly startle and, noticing Thinks I'm a Tree was eyeing the food handed some over. Ever since then, Thinks I’m a Tree has stayed around Windrider, exploring the greater world and never regretting his decision.
Equipment: a hat, and a stick.
Windrider Clemens:
Race: Human Cree
Occupation: Road Sentinel, Renegade, and Tree
Characteristics: 6' 6", 280 lbs, long, straight, jet-black hair, dark brown eyes and brown skin. Roundish head, solid/husky physique.
Disposition:Seems slow moving, and acts like there's all the time in the world. Incredibly quiet and patient, though he will express himself. Often hums the songs he was raised with in his clan, and has no trouble telling the stories of his people.
History: Was born into his clan, near Hudsons Weigh, and was originally trained to be a warrior in the Cree culture. However, like all renegades before him, he took easily to the use of technology.
His family sent him to Hudsons Weigh to learn to use vehicles, as a means to assist in the transport of the clan. Windrider later returned to this career, and also took to policing, serving some time with the Tundra Rangers. Eventually he travelled further and further south, finding himself in the New West.
Windrider does not feel he is a renegade from the traditional ways, but that he was called to use the high technology to serve the greater good. He is still on good terms with his clan.
Picked up Crikey one day on his journey southward. Windrider claims he was just standing, looking over the terrain, when the monkey climbed down and landed on his shoulder. Being raised to respect creatures, Windrider gave the monkey some food. Windrider called the monkey (who was very young at the time and spent a lot of its hours on his shoulders) Thinks I'm a Tree. Most whites didn't get it, so he adopted the name Crikey given by a co-adventurer of the time.
Equipment: homespun armour (50 MDC), survival knife, 5 stakes and mallet, 1 signal flare, 3 smoke grenades, camp stove, sleeping roll, billy club, basic rations (7 days), silt goggles, air filter mask, 2 canteens, three gas cans, backpack, satchel, match box of matches, cigarette lighter, first aid kit, tool kit.
Souped-up jeep
Wilks Laser rifle
NG Ion super-gun
Colt .45 Service pistol
C1A1 Modified Rifle
1878 Colt .45 Revolver
Name: Crikey (aka: Thinks I'm a Tree):
SDC: 15
Race: Capstan Monkey (Telus monkey)
Appearance: Typical, non-mutant Capstan monkey
Occupation: Be a monkey, climb stuff, eat, poo, do other monkey stuff
Personality: Curious, active, fun
History: Thinks I'm a Tree was very hungry when he saw the tall dark man standing below his current home. His parents had never returned, and he needed food. He was very young, but Thinks I'm a Tree managed to make his way down, landing on Windrider's shoulder. Windrider seemed to hardly startle and, noticing Thinks I'm a Tree was eyeing the food handed some over. Ever since then, Thinks I’m a Tree has stayed around Windrider, exploring the greater world and never regretting his decision.
Equipment: a hat, and a stick.