Randy let out a small sigh of relief as the situation had seemed to get better for the moment. The harpoons were gone, and it seems like the ship was fairly high up from the glimpses of view in the holes that remained. It seemed something or someone had gone overboard quite fast. There was only an unclear glimpse of something or someone having gone overboard just a moment or two ago. He did not know much else of what was going happening at the upper decks at this point but, he did not want to find out yet. At least until these were patched up or some other person had taken up the job instead. Running into a fighting encounter, was not to be desired at the moment and not in his job description as far as he knew.
He went off down the hall of the ship in order to find one of the supply rooms. Ought to be nails, a hammer (although the wrench might be useful for the same effect if not more difficult with precision), and something to board up the holes in the wall with, would be a cheap and somewhat unappealing fix but it would work for the time being if the materials were found and hopefully someone else to help with it to patch up the spots and get the work done sooner.
Randy went onward, and somewhat tried to listen for other sounds or perhaps a faint voice from above. What he heard, or thought he heard was some loud and incoherent garble or some odd sound that could not be made out. Perhaps someone was rehearsing their lines, or gone mad (probably himself in that case) or both. He snickered somewhat.
Well, 'ello there. My username as you likely already noticed is AwesomeZero5. I may not be caught around here a lot just to give you a heads up. Hard to figure much else to say. I tend to roleplay fantasy / supernatural and try to aim for a paragraph or so per post along with others. I'm willing to dabble in other genre's such as sci-fi and so on, but of course it's not my strong suit. Any other questions, go ahead and ask them and I'll try to get back to you whenever I can, but it will likely be a little while.
Randy had been wandering about and checking that the systems were doing okay and all that as his job was. He was mostly day dreaming about how the play was going by this point, which it seemed he had received a bit of the answer to. It seemed like they hated the play so much that cannons were being fired at the ship or something of the like. Must have turned into a gosh awful performance up there for all of this mess that was currently going on. Probably better than he himself would have been able to get away with though.
He stood still for a moment and kept his stability as harpoons had breached through some of the ship. “god awful..” he muttered to himself aloud. Growing wide eyed at the harpoons sticking into the ship. A voice was shouted from above, asking for help in a very panicky demanding manner. Seems like it was him, to the rescue! No, time for day dreaming though. He immediately got to work and attempted to get the harpoons out of the ship, best he could. Using the large wrench of his to try and slide under the harpoon points and wedge them back out with a mixture of a good amount of force and sliding with the movement. Felt more like a dance move, one done in more of a rush to try and get the things out of ship quickly. The left side of his overalls would need fixing later or fiddling with, again, seeing as it was starting to lean away from Randy.
The propellers, and thus the engines for them seemed to be getting started and likely having not been pierced yet or at least, too damaged. The captain driving it was probably fine as well them, or assuming so. Besides the whole, ship being tied down by sharp metal hooks thing. Surely, other engineers or others would be working upon moving the harpoons out. Hopefully wouldn’t take all too long to skedaddle out of the area and avoid the blokes that fired at the ship, whoever they were.
Wandering about the internal workings of an airship brought about a mixture of both peacefulness and to a lesser degree on off days, boredom.That, is at least what one of the demi-humans who worked upon the ship thought as he continued walking around about it. The demi-human who appeared to be a large red squirrel dressed in overalls with a fanny pack and practically dragging along what may be an over sized wrench near the length of his arms. From time to time, he fiddled and tried to fix the hook and strap onto the silver colored button on the left side of his overalls. It was the only thing, keeping him from drifting off deeply elsewhere into some day dream or another but likely not for long. Day dreaming would often occur at times like these.
The mechanic and engineer of sorts and continued to look about the Prima Vista for anything suspicious. Well, anything suspicious or that needed to be checked about the ship that is. He doubted there was any to be found, but it would be at least entertaining to find something small to tinker with. Something simple, perhaps a gauge misreading or a pipe that needed to be tighten and further bolted down. In such cases, he would likely have to go find the proper tools and tool box for the job. The wrench being carried was a marvel and could be helpful with many of basic issues, but not all of them. Carrying around a mallet or a screwdriver may have been a wiser decision as well.
Fiddling with the button and trying to get the strap on continued to fail and leave the left side of his chest partially uncovered. The distraction was not going to last that long, in fact it was starting to fail at this very moment. The mechanic began pondering about how the play was currently going and visualizing it on stage. Although the images and thoughts of it, were a mostly romanticized, imagining the crowd hanging onto every line of the actors. Being very absorbed into the play itself as to look away from any flaws that may be there in it. Perhaps receiving an encore or two.
Name: Bruno Randalph Nickname: Rusty Randy Race: Demihuman (Red Squirrel) Age: Twenty Gender: Male
Proportionality:
Weight:305 lbs Height:6’11” Frame: A large frame, very bulky and muscular under the fur and large gutted
Use a hider. _______________________
Personality:- Bruno is often defined as the quieter and distant type, and he really is. Although that doesn’t mean he dislikes the company of people, in fact depending on the person or sometimes simply where the company is well appreciated. His distance is more seen in often a quietness and lack of expression or something simple such as asking about the weather unless it suits a particular need of some sort or another. On the other hand he can often daydream when doing some repetitive task or while being alone, being quite oddly perverse in the confines of his own mind. Bruno’s lack of expression is occasionally connected to the weirder sides of himself such as obsession toward certain people often crushes are role models or in new technology seen and brought to him. Another darker piece of Bruno though rarely seen since childhood conflict is an odd enjoyment of the fight often when he himself is the one being beaten down and somewhat less the other way around. If there is a kindness available to be done, and nothing particular in its or Bruno’s way, often he will do it out of an odd sense of duty to do so rather than just being kind, or it is speculated as such. Job: Engineer/Repairman
Fighting Style: Bruno, doesn’t subscribe to a particular fighting style, depending at first if possible avoiding combat is the tactic. Beyond that, he goes with whatever the hell gets the job done. Whether it be punching, elbowing, clawing, pulling or a swift kick or knee to the groin area if necessary. He’s more swift in his attacks than actually being powerful in them and more often used to absorbing and taking on multiple powerful blows. When in tight spaces or in panicked moments often using the arms to redirect blows and instead go with a knee or a swift kick to any vulnerable part.
Weapons from strongest to weakest: Wrench, mallet
Armors/Outfits He doesn’t really tend to wear much that can be defined as ‘armor’ perhaps occasionally a welding mask and tough gloves for work in the past. Beyond that, often Bruno is simply found in basic grey overalls, some pants underneath often with a convenient fanny back and a small leather pouch attached onto its waistband.
Familiar:
Familiar Abilities: Lighting & Wind, Absorb electricity, resist wind, weak to ice, booming blasts of sound or music that can push back projectiles and smaller foes, can eat weak or defeated foes
Trance: (none of this found yet) Trance is more often caused by lust and strong resolution for Bruno. While in trance, his stomach and chest expand and practically ‘puff out’ to a degree as if to form a masculine wall. His defense quintuples and speed doubles, because of his familiar’s nature, Bruno can levitate or ‘fly’ sort of with gusts of wind normally being noticed below his feet and appearing as small tornadoes.
- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this. - Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.
Racial Advantages Pros- He can hold multiple weapons Cons- As a human he is limited to having very few magics that are not his Familiar's. Self advantages Pros- Bruno’s main strengths combat wise is his durability and speed. Beyond that simply may be his techno-know-how and engineering skills Cons- While Bruno is fast, what he has in speed is what lacks from his average if not below attacks. Seeing as his combat has no real technique, rather it is simply beating up the opponent with whatever comes to mind it can difficult to combat some who have fighting technique on their side.
Background: Bruno was born and raised in Lindblum and for the most part it still remains home to him in many aspects. He used to live there with his father and mother under the same house, though the two divorced when he was eight after some big fight. He had seen the two actually fight which lead to his mom, shoving the other down and the floor and quickly leaving, soon the divorce happened and Bruno’s dad who had been wealthily employed in the engineer business had received custody. Often through the years there were a few troubles that plagued Bruno’s childhood and up. Rumor spread that Bruno’s father, Barret was a weakling and had been beaten up by a woman though the source of this rumor has still been unknown to this day what followed after it was a bunch of bullying and fights from others around at the time. Barett, seemed to change over the years as well despite Bruno helping with projects, his dad always seemed to belittle or insult him over the years, and oddly always had to know where Bruno had been.
Over the years of this, Bruno just started to grow kind of silent and took what came at him. The pain was seeming normal, just something that would have to occur. On certain days, Bruno would just stick up in his room and lose himself in daydreams and oddly growing perverse dreams around the age of twelve. In secret, he began working on some of his own projects one of which was trying to create a blue automation named Reveater or ‘Rev’ for short. It took a few close calls and lies to hide the project. After a while, he grew worried that the project would be discovered, after it grew and grew so he looked for a place to hide it. Soon after, he found where his mom was staying and planned to visit, but more bullies blocked the way and Bruno had to take a bit of beating before arriving, some of the project was destroyed in the process but not all. It wasn’t long after finding his mother, Clarece that she agreed to keep the project hidden, on one condition, that Bruno start protecting himself. She didn’t specify any particular tactics, besides a move that redirected punches and lead up to a swift knee to the ground and abdomen and saying to fight for himself, although Bruno could see the fact that she wanted to step in for him instead. She couldn’t handle more trouble at the time because of even more bitter rumors and many watchful eyes wanting to taker her down at a moment’s notice.
Bruno, soon did as Clarece had asked of him. Fighting back felt good, and eventually from it most of the previous bullies were no longer challenging him. Oddly, he had missed the fights, having even developed a pleasure in them but more in receiving the blows, after a while of them they ceased to even hurt. Years, and years later around sixteen had Bruno stopped working on projects in secret, despite Barrett calling most of the projects inferior or terrible with some word or another. He felt as if he had to do something and make more projects, as only a year before had Clarece disappeared (though some claimed she was arrested) along with ‘Rev’. As years passed by more and more projects were taken under, even simple neighborhood projects for people that needed repairs or replacements for old rusted pieces for something or another and that’s how Bruno Randaplh earned the name ‘Rusty Randy’ although he couldn’t tell if that was a positive or negative name. He continued on in silence, enjoying the work and even to some degrees becoming obsessed with it, the innovations in the field and some of those who led it. At the age of eighteen ‘Rusty Randy’ was moving on up and was asked to work on airship, this day perhaps being the strongest in memory. Not only did Bruno’s father seemed pleased, he seemed nearly excited about it and threw a small going away party for the work. Rusty Randy, continued his work after that and never returned home.
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