Expendable

The Odyssey

Are there still openings for this one?

If it would help, I've got a Battle Fury who's changing professions to Wish Fulfillment.

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Despite all those questions I asked in the interest thread to get this to connect for me, I haven't been able to come up with a character, so I'm afraid I'll have to pass.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

Jack Mallory, X.O.

The sudden stop that pushed Jack against the seatbelts knocked the air out of his lungs, leaving him gasping for a few moments before he managed to inhale as he shuddered in his seat from the effort. His hand found the release and the straps slitter away, and he leaned over the console, breathing raggedly while wincing at the pain in his chest. When he felt his breathing return to normal, he sat up and grabbing the mic for the ship's intercom, switching it to the general circuit.

"All departments, make a casualty and damage assessment and report in," he drawls, trying to sound reassuringly calm, as if this had just been another routine landing. "Uh, all passengers, report any emergency to the crew members in your area. Please avoid moving from your current compartment until further notice."

Well, that's it for the Jo, Jack scowled. There's no way the certification board will allow her to fly again. They're going to have to start from scratch.

The Reincarnated (A D&D 5e Game)

This place has an archive? Interesting

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

<Snipped quote by Milkman>

I see where this is going haha. I'd imagine it'd depend on the quality of the substance and the processing it's gone through. For instance, if it's of pharmaceutical origins, yes it would. But that quantity of pharmaceutical-grade smuggled drugs would both be hard to transport and hard to acquire. As well as incredibly valuable. For the sake of creating an interesting scenario, I'm going to say he has a small quantity of pharmaceutical-grade splinter in crated pill bottles in his room, as well as a few other crates stashed in a few other places. In his room, about 1kg of Splinter in pill bottles, but it's in a crate, so the Krite may have some struggle moving it. In other places in the ship stashed may be another 4kg of the crated pharmaceutical splinter. And the other 25kgs is mostly stashed in various sections of the bulkhead, in the form of powder bricks (like coke or ket), and though valuable, a brick splinter isn't nearly as valuable as the same quantity of pharmaceutical splinter. It's probably most comparable to the ket trade: pharmaceutical shit is worth big bucks, because of it's high quality. And brick goods of unknown quality are worth less, but fair easier to hide and transport, as well as acquire.

@PerfectThought

Not an expert on this, but pills are for immediate use - that's a charge for distribution, just for having them. Makes handy bribes.

But bricks of unknown quality? High quality bricks go for big bucks, because they can be further processed into crates of pharma-grade product, or stretched further for street sales. Low quality bricks, and the seller might get lucky to break even. Bricks of unknown quality? That's a rip-off unless it's raw unprocessed product. If it's tainted goods, unusable, and one might not survive the exchange.

Or worse, it's stolen from someone else. Hope none of it is marked, it's awkward to return stolen product back to the original owners.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

The gel was supposed to remove the various greases on her hands and feet so it wouldn't get matted in the fur - but it stripped out the natural oils as well. She sighs, reaching for the open hatch and began making her way up the passage, massaging her hands in the towel to work out the last of the gel and put her mind on her next problem - social interaction.

It wasn't enough to explain the scars on her face were from a mugging, or that she spent the last several years working in a ship yard repairing spaceships. They knew she was holding something back. Like prison.

She could feel the butterflies stirring in her stomach. They kept pressing for details. The kinds of details that would send her back. And not to work on the line, oh no. They'd stick her in the Hole, with all those spiders....

Karma shivers, feeling the chill running down her spine....

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Karma's leaving engineering and heading for the mess. Who knows who she'll bump into?

Sky High Delivery Service!

Modified history that Gregor and Savva are meeting the MILOV in Kallokian and posted to characters tab.

Sky High Delivery Service!

Savva

Name: Savva
Gender: Fem
Race: Goblin
Appearance:

This tiny girl makes you think of an industrious ant. She has round yellow eyes that are like two shining suns. Her thick, wavy, very short hair is the color of obsidian, and is worn in a simple bob. She is short and has a muscluar build. Her skin is green like the grass. She has a wide forehead with pointed ears and chin.

Her wardrobe is practical - a simple pale peasant blouse that reaches to her mid-thighs that doubles as her night-dress, nut brown leather lederhosen with cargo pockets, woolen hose, sturdy leather boots and a belt, a multicolored sweater and crotchet cap with holes for her ears to poke through.

Relevant Abilities:

• Mechanic with experience with clockwork devices
• Some experience picking locks and disarming traps.
• A climber, good with walls and ropes, knows how to splice, whip, and tie a few knots.
• A brawler who can throw a knife, but not a lot of experience using weapons. Good with darts.
• She can read, write, and do basic math.
• Savva can sew and crochet (mostly to adjust her clothes to fit better)

Personality:

• As one of the few goblins in Lower Rath, Savva's had to guard her tongue in public. Especially among the village elders, who have too much to say on the flaws of goblinkind, or how she's dressed. But you can't wear a dress if you're working on a machine.
• Doesn't have a lot of respect for authority, especially if they bad-mouth Gregor. But there are subtler ways to get revenge.
• Life has thrown her a lot of lemons, so she's got very pessimistic expectations, but would welcome a pleasant surprise now and then.
• Very practical - not a lot of frilly clothes when you're a mechanic. Tools, on the other hand....
• With all the climbing she's had to do, Savva's comfortable with climbing well above the ground, has a good head for heights. Likes rooftops.
• Comfortable in small places.

Bio and background:

When a goblin nest was discovered in the southern woods, troops raised from the surrounding towns and villages were sent out by the kingdom to clear it.

Soldiers checking a barn found three goblin children - Haki, male and the eldest; Savva the clever middle child; and tiny Kaniz. Some of the troops took Haki to work as their runner, and Kaniz was practically snatched up by the general's wife as a serving girl or pet. Afterward, Savva would only catch a few glances of them from a distance, both seem to be doing well.

Savva was given to Gregor, the unit's mechanic and blacksmith, and chained to his forge. He tried to make her as comfortable as he could - a burlap sack filled with some straw tucked inside a box for a bed, an old blanket, and would fetch the half-rations she was allotted (sometimes a few things added from his rations) while making sure the other soldiers didn't bother her.

Over the weeks that followed, Savva would help around the forge, pumping the bellows, fetching tools or work pieces, or sweeping what she could reach.

When the nest was cleared, Gregor packed up his gear, unchained Savva, and gruffily told her to follow him. He brought Savva home to Lower Rath.

They weren't there ten minutes before Mayor Heath bustled into Gregor's tiny home, forbidding him from allowing Savva to stay in the house. When the mechanic couldn't talk Heath out of it, Gregor cleared out a small storeroom in his workshop for her. Barely a week passed before someone in the night broke in, tying and gagged her before throwing the tiny goblin over his shoulder and running off with her.

Savva was brought to Perry, the infamous local head of the thieves' guild. The robbers needed someone small to slip into open windows and the like - and when Savva refused at first, they threatened Gregor. So a few nights a week, she help them rob one of the shops or manor houses outside the village, or stand watch when they went after a carriage on the road (a short dark cloak and a bandana covering your face isn't going to hide you're a goblin).

Perry quickly warmed to the goblin girl and began teaching her how to be a proper thief - climb walls, appraise goods, read maps, pick locks as well as what pockets she could reach, disarm traps, how to hide and evade, their code words when speaking in public and their secret marks they'd scratch or chalk in places. Savva eventually noticed how the choicer items got set aside. When she asked Perry, he shrugged and said it was for his boss.

This continued for years, with Perry slipping her a piece of the loot or a coin, claiming the rest of her share was going towards her dues.

Gregor taught her a lot about being a mechanic and even how to make her own tools, which was very handy for making her own lockpicks. On her fourteenth summer, Gregor decided to become a clock maker. The rumors and jokes soon followed, with some suggesting that Gregor was raising goblins to put into towers to maintain his clocks. However, his clocks were good, and it brought more business to Lower Rath.

Leaving Perry's hideout one night, Savva bumped into a cloaked man coming in - and realized it was Heath, Little Rath's mayor. A week later, Perry told her that they'd be going after the mayor's house. She realized it was a trap for her, but managed to slip away unseen. Returning home, she woke Gregor and told him everything that had been going on.

He was disappointed in her, but realized that this was probably the mayor's plan all along and that the town guards would soon be there. Gregor hurried her out to the workshop, knocking over one of the clocks from a workbench, which gave him an idea. He then told her to trust him, chaining her up and locking her in the storeroom.

When the Mayor arrived later with two guardsmen, Gregor told him that Savva couldn't have tried to rob the Mayor's place, as she'd knocked over a clock the day before and as punishment, he locked her up in her room. Going into the workshop, the guards could see the busted clock, the chain running under the locked door, and Savva lying in her bed with the callouses on her ankle from the cuff. The mayor stormed away, but Gregor knew Heath would be back.

Gregor decided to meet with MILOV in Kallokian with a clock he was shipping and to make a personal appeal to the captain to hire his journeyman mechanic, hiding in the back, explaining Savva had a good head for heights and knew how to take care of herself, but needed to desperately get away from Little Rath's mayor.

Other:

Do Bad Well

Shatter Me

In the End

Sky High Delivery Service!

@Expendable
Lovely cohesive backstory and I appreciate the amount of detail you added to her personality and relevant abilities! I advise you to take a second glance at the characters of the ship as Savva, much like Mamjir, will have been already recruited and have some type of relation to each of the crewmen. I see nothing wrong with this sheet, but out of curiosity, would you say Savva has some kind of long-term goal? From past experiences (mainly DnD), characters with an already-established goal are often easier to drive their story forward with. Extra points if it is a clear goal like Arzhang Deko's goal of becoming a lavish waiter, or Mamjir's goal of serving the duty set upon him.

@Periodity

In the corner, a small stick stuck into the lantern's flame flares into life and is carefully withdrawn, then touched to the tobacco in the bowl of the pipe. The flame flares, illuminating Savva's face in the shadows for a moment as she draws the flame down to ignite the tobacco. The first draw is harsh, but the cherry flavor begins to come through.

Her eyes water and she coughs, but takes another draw on the pipe.

"So, that's tobacco..." she manages a little hoarsely, shaking her head as she exhales the smoke.

"We met the MILOV in Kallokian. We left Little Rath in the middle of the night, riding all night long. Not a lot of places for an airship to tie up in Little Rath. I'm about to be embarrassed by the Mayor and his goons showing up after I've signed papers."

"Do you know what shade of green an embarrassed goblin becomes?" she pauses, sucking in the smoke, then exhaling. "Like slime you find in a swamp. And that's how I'm going to meet the crew, my face all dark that. Some of them might have even watched."

"My current goal is to get away," Savva nods, sucking the smoke into her lungs, then slowly exhales. "Long term goals I don't have, not yet anyway. But I've got dreams."

Leaning forward, she stares into your eyes. "I want people to look up to me. That's my dream. If I can make that happen, then I can set goals."