[hider=Ranger Rick] [u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Ranger Angela Rick [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 29 [u][b]Sex:[/b][/u] Female [u][b]Race[/b][/u] Human [u][b]Biome:[/b][/u] All [u][b]Sexuality:[/b][/u] Bisexual [u][b]Relationship Status:[/b][/u] Single --- [u][b]Height:[/b][/u] 4'11" [u][b]Weight:[/b][/u] 140lbs [u][b]Hair:[/b][/u] Short black bob [u][b]Eyes:[/b][/u] Brown [u][b]Skin Tone:[/b][/u] Pallid [u][b]Appearance:[/b][/u] Small, athletic, and muscular. Her body belies a strength most wouldn't expect. She keeps her clothes easy to move in and minimal. Rick wears a a choker necklace with a sparkling black gem at the center of a coin with a pentacle on it which hangs from the center of the necklace. [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/29/4f/e0/294fe03725a9de35078272d41acf4dc5.jpg[/img] [img]https://cs4.pikabu.ru/post_img/big/2015/09/28/0/1443391190_116506265.jpg[/img] [u][b]Skills:[/b][/u] Hand to hand combat, crossbow, driving, and a resistance to mind-altering or controlling spells. ---- [u][b]Likes:[/b][/u] Solitude, keeping busy, walking or driving through the preserve. [u][b]Dislikes: [/b][/u] Mouthy beasts, Balut, and eating. [u][b]Brief History: [/b][/u] She was born and raised on the preserve. She was always told she would be the caretaker. She would collect the objects created by those fey to be sold as her first job. From there she learned to deal with the more dangerous creatures who live on the preserve. In her late teens, her parents disappeared, leaving her with the preserve. [u][b]Your Story: [/b][/u] The day was warm and muggy as was typical of a Wisconsin summer. The humidity clung to her skin with nary a wind to cool her down. What made it worse was the mask she wore over her face to keep the smell of fermented balut from reaching her nose. The putrid fragrance of the eggs was enough to make any human become violently ill. Despite the tight lids on the buckets the smell was pervasive. But once a month she diligently loaded up buckets full of this rancid delicacy into the trailer hooked up to the back of the ATV. Rick was careful not spill any, especially on her self or she wouldn’t get it out of her clothes for weeks. At last the final bucket was loaded into the trailer and she hopped onto the vehicle. From her pocket she pulled a small piece of parchment with coordinates scratched onto the surface and loaded it into a cylindrical hold located beside the speedometer. The paper disappeared with in, a flash and a bang, and then the ATV started up. Rick started the long trek to her destination. What should have taken two hours only took fifteen minutes thanks to the directions she had loaded into the ATV. It helped navigate the forest as well as shorten the distance travelled on the expansive preserve. She enjoyed the quiet and the movement of the vehicle caused the smell of the balut to blow away from her. It was a heavenly respite. Through the trees she could see a pristine lake surrounded by pines. A single dock led out a decent way onto the lake. Thick reeds lived at the far side and the cool water was nearly black with its depth. She stopped the ATV and took the balut buckets one by one to the edge of the dock. Once unloaded she carried them to the very end. She could see the sparkling eyes and beautiful faces of the naiads beneath the surface. Their serene smiles and beckoning hands attempted to call her into the deep. Instead she took the lid off a bucket and dumped the fermented balut onto their faces. The surface of the lake surged, turning white and frothy from the rabidly hungry naiads fighting for the eggs. As she turned to retrieve the next bucket she found two satyrs standing beside the pungent stash. “So this was what that smell was,” one said. His name was Lynn. He was short and a little pudgy around the middle. His fur on his legs and head were a middle brown with black tipped ends. “How awful,” replied the other, pinching his nose between his fingers. This was Frank. Frank was taller, though still small by human standards – about the same height as Rick. He was a lovely blonde color and more muscular in his physique. He was also the less clever of the two. “Dare you to eat one.” “What do I get?” “I’ll get you a date with Errinthal.” “No you won’t, she hates you.” “I have my ways.” Before she could stop him, Frank removed his hand from his nose, knocked the top off of a bucket and dropped an egg into his mouth. He chewed experimentally, turned a light shade of green, gagged, and then swallowed the offensive food item. He gagged a couple more times and then grinned triumphantly at his friend. The fools high fived and then looked at Rick as she approached. There was something expectant about their faces. “Need some help?” Lynn asked. “Sure,” Rick said. “As long as you don’t eat anymore.” “You couldn’t pay me enough,” Frank replied. “Why do you do this anyway?” “Well,” Rick began as they worked. “I think it was twenty something years ago, my father asked for help from the naiads. Not sure what exactly it was. In return they asked for this stuff. So, for the next fifty years, once a month, we deliver it to them.” With the Satyrs help the balut was quickly dumped into the seething lake. They tossed the empty buckets back into the trailer. She turned, dusting off her hands to find Frank juggling some rocks while Lynn pelted him with pinecones. “What on earth are you two doing?” “That didn’t do it….” “It’s time for the secret weapon.” The rocks fell to the ground as the pair of Satyrs made the most grotesque and ridiculous series of faces Rick had ever seen. “What the fuck. Are you two on drugs or some shit?” She raised an eyebrow at them, crossing her arms over her chest. She wouldn’t put it past them to mix up their own. “I thought that would do it,” Lynn said. “Always works,” Frank responded, confusion in his voice and on his face. “Explain,” Rick said crossly. “See, me and Lynn got a bet about getting you to laugh. We have never seen you even crack a smile.” “Like some eternally grumpy troll or sumthing.” “Oh, is that all?” Rick shook her head. “I can’t laugh. I was cursed you see. If I laugh my head will fall off. Why do you think I wear this choker?” She touched the necklace at her throat. “And anyone who would dare make me laugh will have the curse put on them instead.” “She’s gotta be joking man.” “Have you ever known Rick to joke?” There was a silence as the two rubbed their throats and stared at each other. “Well then, be seeing you!” they said in unison “Leaving so soon?” She tilted her head to the side as Lynn and Frank began to back away. “Yes, yes. We have a… uh…” “Previous engagement you see.” “Oh yes, can’t be rescheduled.” “Terribly important.” “We’ll see you around Rick!” “Thanks for the help boys!” She watched the pair turn and scamper off into the pines. The slightest hint of a smirk flirted with the corners of her lips as she let out a soft chuckle. What fools. [/hider]