Hey everyone, just a heads up that my dog chewed up my laptop's power cable so now I have about 10 minutes of battery left, so that's why I haven't been on and won't be on for a while. so, for now, GG will be the GM until I can get a new cable, which should be soon, I'm so sorry for any inconvenience but its out of my control. I will let you all know as soon as I can be back on.
Also, my characters are NPCs until I get back so feel free to use them in your sub-plots, just be sure to ask GG first to make sure they don't pop up in 2 places at once.
Again, so sorry for any inconvenience.
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How does this character look? let me know if he needs to be older or if his bad trait isn't bad enough.
Name: Andrew "Skippy" Haddock
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Canadian
Appearance:
Skills: Expert air scouter and Zeppelin pilot, superb mechanic, bilingual (English and French), above-average marksman with pistols and rifles
Traits and Quirks:
History: Skippy was born in northern Ontario and worked with his father and four older brothers in the family's garage fixing air scouters and Zeppelins. When Skippy was 17, still too young to be recruited into the military, his brothers and father were all drafted into the Nazi party's military. While his family was away Skippy ran the garage by himself and quickly became an expert mechanic who could diagnose any problem a Zeppelin or air scouter has and fix it easily. During their service in the Nazi military all five of his family members were killed in a suicidal assault on an allied stronghold in the far north. Skippy blames both the allies and the Nazis for his family's deaths and refuses to take any part in the struggle, instead he travels around on his personal air scouter and offers his services to any pirates he finds. He still maintains ownership of his family's garage to this day and offers it as a safe haven for pirates that he feels are worthy of his help.
Other: He has an extremely smart pet ferret named Diesel that he carries everywhere on his shoulders. Diesel acts as Skippy's assistant and brings him tools or anything else he asks for. When riding on his air scouter Diesel rides along in Skippy's lap, if they are going slow enough. If they are going too fast Diesel rides inside a small cubby built into the scouter.
Name: Andrew "Skippy" Haddock
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Canadian
Appearance:
Skills: Expert air scouter and Zeppelin pilot, superb mechanic, bilingual (English and French), above-average marksman with pistols and rifles
Traits and Quirks:
History: Skippy was born in northern Ontario and worked with his father and four older brothers in the family's garage fixing air scouters and Zeppelins. When Skippy was 17, still too young to be recruited into the military, his brothers and father were all drafted into the Nazi party's military. While his family was away Skippy ran the garage by himself and quickly became an expert mechanic who could diagnose any problem a Zeppelin or air scouter has and fix it easily. During their service in the Nazi military all five of his family members were killed in a suicidal assault on an allied stronghold in the far north. Skippy blames both the allies and the Nazis for his family's deaths and refuses to take any part in the struggle, instead he travels around on his personal air scouter and offers his services to any pirates he finds. He still maintains ownership of his family's garage to this day and offers it as a safe haven for pirates that he feels are worthy of his help.
Other: He has an extremely smart pet ferret named Diesel that he carries everywhere on his shoulders. Diesel acts as Skippy's assistant and brings him tools or anything else he asks for. When riding on his air scouter Diesel rides along in Skippy's lap, if they are going slow enough. If they are going too fast Diesel rides inside a small cubby built into the scouter.
Hank McCoy
Hank nods and pulls back his hood, revealing his feline face and a large mane of blue fur. His feet are small for his size and clawed with only three toes, his hands are similar, he has three fingers and a thumb on each hand, all of them adorned with claws that could easily tear someone apart. Despite his appearance Hank was actually quite kind, he preferred to stay out of fights but if he wandered across someone in danger he wouldn't hesitate to fight. "My name is Hank, I'm a mutant like you, as you can clearly see." he says, motioning to his face, his large teeth visible in his mouth when he talks, but they don't seem to impede his speech. "Who might you be" He asks and smiles, an odd expression on his face that makes it look like he might want to eat you.
Hank nods and pulls back his hood, revealing his feline face and a large mane of blue fur. His feet are small for his size and clawed with only three toes, his hands are similar, he has three fingers and a thumb on each hand, all of them adorned with claws that could easily tear someone apart. Despite his appearance Hank was actually quite kind, he preferred to stay out of fights but if he wandered across someone in danger he wouldn't hesitate to fight. "My name is Hank, I'm a mutant like you, as you can clearly see." he says, motioning to his face, his large teeth visible in his mouth when he talks, but they don't seem to impede his speech. "Who might you be" He asks and smiles, an odd expression on his face that makes it look like he might want to eat you.
Hollow entered the bar right as Winters bounced off the forcefield in front of the door, he saw its yellow eyes and cursed himself for believing things could be so simple. He heard Alexei tell him to cover Jake and Melinda and said, "You got it bossman," then reached into his belt pouch, swearing under his breath. He had used all of his steel in the last fight. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a handful of concrete chips and ate them, his skin rippling as it turned to stone. "Stone will have to do." He said and cracked his knuckles, the sound resembling the grinding sound of stone-on-stone, a small amount of rock-dust falling to the floor from his fist.
Well, normally I'd say SHIELD swooped in to take care of the body, but since there is no SHIELD anymore he would probably be in some hospital morgue while some geneticist or mutant expert is either on his way or waiting for them to transport the body to a different hospital. So yeah, he would be in a morgue right about now while they're either getting ready to move him somewhere else or waiting for some guy who can tell them what the hell Grundy is to show up.
Hank McCoy
Hank, recently released from the hospital, was walking through the streets in his usual pants and hooded sweatshirt, the hood drawn up to hide his face as he passed people. Though his face was hidden he still wasn't wearing shoes so his blue feet alone drew a few looks. He wondered where Tertia was, she hadn't given him her name and had vanished as soon as he had been admitted to the hospital. He stopped when he saw the strangest sight he had ever seen. In front of his were two werewolves speaking to each other, one even had wings. He cocked his head to the side and approached them, more out of curiosity than anything. He stopped only a few feet away from the pair and scratched at the brace he wore because of his cracked ribs. The thing itched like hell but it helped a lot with the pain and stopped his ribs from getting worse while they healed. "Hello there, aren't you two a curious site," He said and chuckled, "Though, not any stranger than myself I suppose."
Hank, recently released from the hospital, was walking through the streets in his usual pants and hooded sweatshirt, the hood drawn up to hide his face as he passed people. Though his face was hidden he still wasn't wearing shoes so his blue feet alone drew a few looks. He wondered where Tertia was, she hadn't given him her name and had vanished as soon as he had been admitted to the hospital. He stopped when he saw the strangest sight he had ever seen. In front of his were two werewolves speaking to each other, one even had wings. He cocked his head to the side and approached them, more out of curiosity than anything. He stopped only a few feet away from the pair and scratched at the brace he wore because of his cracked ribs. The thing itched like hell but it helped a lot with the pain and stopped his ribs from getting worse while they healed. "Hello there, aren't you two a curious site," He said and chuckled, "Though, not any stranger than myself I suppose."
He's accepted.
He's accepted, but I have to ask if Gambit is necessary for any particular reason plot-wise or not. I like it, but there is a rule about characters only being a combination of up to 2 characters unless you can PM me a reason.
Alright, no problem.
That depends on if you're going for a hero or a villain I guess. When it comes to monster-esque characters I like to have them be the misunderstood hero that people think is bad, so if you're going for a hero and I were you I'd go black so people think he's some kind of demon or monster when he's really a good guy.
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