So are we commanding the action of our parts, or is the GM running the crazie people?
Just asking so if I need to do something, I can quickly edit my post.
Occupation:Snake Oil Salesman Con Man Legitimate Businessman
Crew or Passenger: Passenger
Improvised Weapon: Anything he can get his hands on! (Though he'll only be starting with his "MAGICAL PLEASURE MACHINE" (AKA A long stick with a snowglobe with a hot guy inside at the end.))
Equipment of Note: Large Empty Sack (Previously filled with his AMAZING INVENTIONS, but they scattered all over the ship when he ran away from the sick people)
Stolen iPhone
Handful of Poker Chips (Grabbed when the Casino was being taken over when he was on the biggest losing streak of his career.)
(And whatever he may be able to pick up in the room he locked himself in.)
Character’s Starting Location: Someone's First Class Cabin. (He locked himself in the first open doored room he could find.)
Name: Rodney Boat
Age 15
Nickname?: Tugboat
School: Stleium "METAL FIST REPRESENT!"
Items: Tennis Racket, Bunch of Balls (To hit people with), Sack (To hold the balls and other things)
Other info: When he's not pigging out on the food he swipes, he's a bit of a kleptomainiac as well. When it's legal (Or no one's looking), he'll take whatever he can get his hands on and keep it in his sack. Sometimes he takes them to use as ammo when he runs out of balls ("OH NO!" Out of Balls! Better use this Rock I found as a substitute"), help his gang out in a jam ("Ah Shoot! Bobby's eye is swollen! Better use this icepack I found!") or just simply because he can. ("I got this coffee mug because it looks cool and I don't have one!")
MY gang is the best.