Illogical Jim

Space Station Starting.

So, the disgruntled botanist's initial rant went out over the intercom, right? I'm just trying to make sure I read that right.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Auredhel glanced toward at the half-elf, a frown playing briefly upon his face, only to be replaced by his usual mild smirk. Clearly, she could see no further than base appearances. Certainly, the wizard did not look to be much of a threat- indeed, he looked more like a jovial tramp than a magician. But he would not begrudge her that, nor rise to challenge her dismissive attitude. She would see soon enough how capable was Auredhel of Aldabar, whose wisdom had aided kings and commonfolk alike, and before whom creatures of unthinkable dread had fled in fear. Taking up his burden once again, and walking humbly alongside the riders, he glanced toward the big man called Hugh. Ah, a drinking man- and one after his own heart.

"I've no whiskey, good Sir-" he replied with a shake of his head, "but a fair bit of wine in my pack. It is yet early for drinking, I think- but I'd be inclined to share a drink or two this evening, if you should oblige me."

Space Station Starting.

BladeAvuari said
There are at least two characters named John so far. Well done.

John strikes me as an exploratory, adventurous, manly-man kind of name. Thus, I had to apply it to a bookish, ultimately unremarkable character. Also, my original idea of "Sam Mahone" seemed a bit too obvious a Cheers reference.

Maybe he can go by Jack, to be less confusing.

Space Station Starting.

John Mahone leaned idly over the bar in the Asimov Lounge, skimming news reports on his pad. The place was abandoned, at the moment. Generally nobody around until the evening. And today was no exception. Lifting his eyes from the events of the Galaxy he looked about the establishment- his establishment, he thought with a bit of pride- and sipped from a glass of soda water. It wasn't much, to be sure. The unkind might call it a hole in the wall, and that was true enough. Just a bar, a jukebox, several tables, and a private room in the back. Maximum capacity was twenty, plus another ten in the private room, if he ignored station safety regulations. What it did have was a lovely view of space, via a series of portholes opposite the front door.

And where some men might have seen a dive, all John saw was potential for growth. The Asimov Lounge was the only bar on the station, so he currently enjoyed a monopoly. When expansion came to the station, and it surely would, Asimov's would have to expand as well. And he had big plans. Oh, yes he did. Pool tables, dart boards, one or two more private rooms, maybe even a stage. All in due time, of course.

But, for the moment, the barman was bored out of his skull. Currently a one-man operation, he had absolutely no one to talk to when business was slow. Even solitary men yearn for company from time to time. To amuse himself, he made his way over to the jukebox and played some old Earth music- Western, they called it, though he wasn't quite sure which west it came from. It was pleasant, just the same, and he strolled back to his post, humming along to the music.

“See them tumbling down,
pledging their love to the ground.
Lonely but free I'll be found-
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds. “

Space Station Starting.

@Sillt Ah, Dark Western Fantasy. You've never read King's Dark Tower series, then. Good stuff- most of it, anyway. Anywho, down to bi'ness...

Name: John Samuel Mahone

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 36

Personality: Though genial behind the bar, John is by nature a private and withdrawn man. An avid reader (especially of old pulp fiction, and, to a lesser extent, history), he takes great delight in sharing bits of trivia with patrons. He is good-natured, but a bit of a cynic, and is from time to time downright morose. Though easygoing enough, he does not tolerate harassment or violence in his establishment, and will not hesitate to alert station security. Neither will he hesitate to act on his own, if the need arises.

Job: Bartender (The Asimov Lounge)

Past Job(s): Freighter Captain (The Socrates), Spacer (Crewman- Earth Defense Fleet)

Bio: Born on Earth to a middle-class family, John dreamed from an early age of adventure. Growing up he was a bit on the bookish side, and often a bit of a downer. His upbringing was unremarkable, but pleasant enough. At eighteen, he joined the Fleet, and served without particular distinction for several years. Having saved meticulously, he left the Fleet, and immediately bought a second-hand, second-rate old freighter, christening it "Socrates." For nearly a decade he traveled from system to system,doing business with strange and exotic aliens. Some routes paid handsomely. Others, not so much. When all was said and done, and he'd had about all he could stand of hauling water and food from agriworlds to distant scientific outposts, John sold his ship to his first mate, one T. Mori, and traveled a bit on his own. After finding a decent bit of real estate on a newly-constructed space station, he decided to put down roots and open up a saloon- the Asimov Lounge, named in honor of an ancient Earth scientist and Biblical critic.

Reason for joining the station: Prime location for a taproom, I reckon.

Other: I wasn't sure what sort of Universe this was, exactly, and whether or not there was an 'Earth' for humans to be from, and all that. I went ahead and assumed there was- but if not, I can tweak my CS a bit.

Space Station Starting!

Oh, I'm definitely in. I'm leaning toward retired/unemployed barfly- or bartender, if Strangelander changes his mind on that one.

Knights of the shaped tables (Fantasy/Comedy RP)

Deserted said
Am I reading into this or is this game supposed to be a light hearted, mild comedy? I mean the other characters strike me as fairly serious and this last one done right dark. I have the impression it is supposed to be clever and witty but not an outright slapstick thing.

I was kinda going for "the straight man" for Anna, but Herr Duran blew her out of the water on the whole 'dark and serious' thing. Maybe I'll have to play her a bit more whacky, just to balance things out.

@Rultaos- Thanks for the heads-up, I must have misread that part of the 'magic' section of the OP. I think she'd still be sort of a fire specialist, though.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

A small, rather old elf followed shortly after Hugh, heavily burdened, a well-loaded pack on his back, and a bag of something or other tied to his staff, which he held balanced over his shoulder. He wore a bright red robe and a yellow cloak. His dark leather boots were scuffed and worn. He wore neither hat nor hood, and the breeze gently rustled the tangle of gray hair atop his head. The little fellow stepped lightly, in spite of his load, and whistled softly between bites from an apple in his spare hand. A few score coins jingled in the purse at his belt- the sum total of his cash assets. Without undue haste he made his way to the rest of the company.

"Well met and hail, lady, gentlemen, and assorted beasts of burden." he said, setting one end of his staff on the ground, the sack tied to the top swaying somewhat. He gave a slight bow of his head to each person present- and to the horses.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Name: Auredhel of Aldabar

Race: Elf

Archetype: Wizard

Alignment: Neutral Good

Age: 312

Height: 5'6''

Personality: A kindly and verbose old elf, Auredhel seldom strikes people as a dangerous sort. Those on the receiving end of his spellweaving tend to disagree, assuming of course that they live long enough to speak on the subject. Though ofttimes forgetful and given to deep reveries, his mind is as sharp as ever- and he never wearies of telling people so. He enjoys the finer things in life- be it a good meal, a descent bottle of wine, or a buxom wench upon his knee. Years on the road have accustomed him to doing without when necessary, however. He is also a font of wisdom, or he rather thinks so anyway, and is more than happy to dispense sage advice to younger adventurers, whether they really want it or not.

Physical Description: Rather short for an elf, Auredhel is decidedly unimposing. The gray hair atop his head has thinned notably since his youth, though his beard shows no sign of retreat. He is generally dressed in brightly colored robes (which have faded somewhat from the open road) and a matching cloak. He carries a dagger and an intricately-carved walking stick, which, in spite of his insistent suggestion to the contrary, really is just a stick.

skills: Learned in several schools of magic, Auredhel has forgotten more of arcana than many younger wizards have even learned. He also has a well-practiced sense of the dramatic, honed by many years as a traveling performer, a profession that has also granted him a command of a few different languages.

Knights of the shaped tables (Fantasy/Comedy RP)

Rultaos said @Illogical Jim:"Greetings warrior. We've heard of your victory over Farfnirax, the dreaded monster of the Burning sea. Perchance, you would like to put those skills to use in the service of the Kingdom?"Accepted :). I'm starting to think if I should have made my character older, considering the ages of everyone else XD. But to be fair, he did spend about half of his life as a Holy Knight already.

I'd leave his age the same, myself. You've kind of got the "untested young commander vs. a somewhat older and more experienced team" thing going. A well-used trope, maybe, but a good one. Lots of comic/dramatic room to work with, so to speak.