Oh, ok then. Well, good luck :)
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I have a satyr character that I haven't gotten to play in a while.
Will there be an opportunity to play a non-human?
Name: Khari Obobanjo
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Nationality: West African
Role: Conservation officer. He patrols the area and arrests/chases off poachers. He has been assigned to the area the sanctuary resides in, and as such, he tends to show up there a lot. Sometimes he stays the night at the Orchid or another station before going back out into the bush in the morning. He always seems to be pretty welcome.
Hair: Dark brown and black, worn in dreadlocks.
Eyes: Dark brown
Appearance: Khari is a fairly large man, standing at 6'2" and muscular. His skin is dark brown, his hair about shoulder length. Khari wears a uniform: dark green pants with a khaki top. He wears dark green army boots and is often seen with his rifle. While he'd never use it on an animal, unless he absolutely had to, he has no problem using it on vicious poachers. He also carries a large hunting knife, mostly as a tool, and a light back pack filled with essentials. His truck has all he needs to survive in the bush for several days.
Personality: Khari has a serious nature, and always has. Having been deprived of his childhood, one could say that he has always been an adult. He enjoys time alone, and thus enjoys his job out on the Savannah. But at the same time, he enjoys the company of the people at the sanctuary. He likes to visit often, sometimes staying and sometimes leaving. He's very intelligent, but unfortunately, he's never had a very proper schooling. Sometimes he can be seen reading old school books, trying to catch up on the education he was never given.
Skills: Khari is a very good fighter, although he'd rather solve his problems peacefully. He can start fires, hunt, cook, and build shelters all with the things found on the forest floor. He hasn't lived more than a handful of days inside in his life.
He speaks fluent Swahili, English, French, and bits and pieces of several other dialects.
Background:
It's not something Khari likes talking about, but he will if coaxed. He was born in a small village in West Africa, in a country plagued by the war. Their village was protected by government troops, until the troops fell and the rebel militia took over. It was a dark time: men and young boys were seized, forced to join the rebel troops, women were kidnapped and killed. Khari was only four when it began, and six when the government finally came and fought the rebels off. The village thought they were saved. They weren't.
Most of the villagers had already fled during the take over, and the government troops assumed whoever remained were aligned with the rebels. The massacre began. Khari's mother told him to run as fast and far as he could, and never to look back. He can only assume she was killed.
Khari escaped into the countryside and lived off the land for a little while. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't particularly unhappy either. He figured he'd live that way forever, until he came across a rebel military faction. They captured him and forced him into the ranks of their mercenary battalion; at age seven, Khari became a child soldier.
The next five years passed in a blur. The battalion took towns, ambushed troops, killed mercilessly and indiscriminately. Khari learned to shoot, kill, and become a monster. The absentminded killing is something that still haunted Khari to this day. How could he have ever been capable of such things?
He was twelve when his battalion was captured by government troops. The adults were detained, and the children were sent to missionary orphanages. He lived there until he was eighteen, when he left and found a job with the conservation program. He doesn't do so well with other people, but he seems to have a way with animals. Khari was lucky to be able to make something of himself; he knows so many others who have no such luck.
The animals that we've known and loved since childhood are in danger. Many species of Africa's most famous wildlife are starting the make the endangered list, with only humans to blame. Can you image a world without stories of lions and elephants? These beautiful creatures are being hunted and systematically destroyed by poachers. These illegal hunters' methods have become so fierce and organized that reservations are having to protect themselves with near military-like forces.
Okavango sits on an open savanna in Botswana, Africa. It was opened back in the 80's as a wildlife reservation and sanctuary. Since then, their mission has stayed the same: protect South Africa's diverse fauna. They have run for many years off of government funds and donations, and now, they are opening their doors for a new program. Young zoologist majors from around the world are being invited to come for the summer and shadow experts and specialists of their field. The collage students are chosen by an essay and project contest. The top ten winners are flown to Okavango and put up for two whole months to study and experience the animals they have only seen at zoos and museums.
The intentions of this program is to teach the newer generations the importance of conservation. But while this sanctuary may seem like heaven, our young students may just be thrust into a warzone. Will they be able to fend off the money hungry poachers?
Okavango sits on an open savanna in Botswana, Africa. It was opened back in the 80's as a wildlife reservation and sanctuary. Since then, their mission has stayed the same: protect South Africa's diverse fauna. They have run for many years off of government funds and donations, and now, they are opening their doors for a new program. Young zoologist majors from around the world are being invited to come for the summer and shadow experts and specialists of their field. The collage students are chosen by an essay and project contest. The top ten winners are flown to Okavango and put up for two whole months to study and experience the animals they have only seen at zoos and museums.
The intentions of this program is to teach the newer generations the importance of conservation. But while this sanctuary may seem like heaven, our young students may just be thrust into a warzone. Will they be able to fend off the money hungry poachers?
The Okavango Reservation covers over 950 square miles. Maintaining the fencing alone requires a full time staff. One can imagine the cost that goes into a park such as this. It boasts a state of the art veterinary clinic and recovery program. Injured wildlife from all over the park, and even some from outside, are brought in for treatment. The goal is always re-release, but if the animal is unable to be freed, then they may be kept inside small habitats near the park's headquarters.
The park has five separate stations across it's territory: The Orchid, The Heron, The Arrow, The Flame, and The Pearl. Each station is equipped with a vet clinic, a full staff, and full equipment. The Orchid is the main headquarters, where the students will be spending most of their time.
Locations within the park:
Abeo River
A river that runs through the south end of the park. It's a popular watering spot for the park's resident elephant herd. This also makes it a hot spot for poachers.
Mount Mosi
A scenic, white capped mountain that watches over the Savannah. It's a popular tourist destination. About twice a year, the park hosts a guided tour to the top as a fundraiser.
Gahiji Plateau
A large, table top mountain near the western border of the park. It's a sight that one of the park's lion prides frequents.
The park has five separate stations across it's territory: The Orchid, The Heron, The Arrow, The Flame, and The Pearl. Each station is equipped with a vet clinic, a full staff, and full equipment. The Orchid is the main headquarters, where the students will be spending most of their time.
Locations within the park:
Abeo River
A river that runs through the south end of the park. It's a popular watering spot for the park's resident elephant herd. This also makes it a hot spot for poachers.
Mount Mosi
A scenic, white capped mountain that watches over the Savannah. It's a popular tourist destination. About twice a year, the park hosts a guided tour to the top as a fundraiser.
Gahiji Plateau
A large, table top mountain near the western border of the park. It's a sight that one of the park's lion prides frequents.
In the near future, a company funded by an eccentric millionaire and crowd donations, a new initiative has sprung to life to help fight the increasingly aggressive poaching gangs. Called the Big five Initiative, this program utilizes high tech animal androids to accompany rangers and park staff into the field. Since the initiative began last year, there have been fewer casualties due to poachers, both animal and human.
These androids are each designed with specific functions and purposes. They are very expensive, so many parks can only afford one set of five. Okavango currently has one complete set.
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Other staff: (Doctor, nurse, park rangers, ect)
Khari Obobanjo / 29 / Mal e/ Conservation officer
I think I'll go ahead and use them. Maybe someone will enjoy the asthetic.
Great! I'll make an Ic thread in the morning. What's the general opinion on the android animals? Should I add a scifi twist or nah?
Creep Bros
Location: The Creep Nest
It was eight o'clock when Black Mask arrived at the old dilapidated house. He walked down the basement stairs, being met by darkness, fought off barely by the orange shine of a street light outside, peeking through a small window at the top of one wall. He could just barely make out the still form of Mindraker laying on his shitty mattress, probably asleep.
Mask approached, none too quietly. He expected Raker to wake and look up at him, in that silent and unsettling way that he did. But he did not. The masked man knelt down by him, taking note of a used puke bucket sitting next to the bed. It looked like his partner in crime was fighting another bout of nausea. It happened from time to time. He reached down to shake the man awake, but his hand touched ice cold skin. Black Mask felt his stomach churn. Was he dead? He put his fingers on the man's neck to feel for a pulse. At that, Raker gave a slight stir. His eyes cracked open and he looked up at Black Mask, looking like absolute death. Well, at least he wasn't actually dead.
Black Mask picked up the crumpled blankets on the floor and put them back over the sickly man. He probably kicked them off as some point, thinking he was hot. He then turned and went in search of a bottle of Pedialyte, which they had learned to keep around for such situations. When he found a jug, the last one at that, he picked it up and cracked it open. Mask handed it over to Mindraker, who was slowly sitting up. While he sipped on the re-hydrating drink, Black Mask grimaced as he took the plastic bag out of the trash can and went to dispose of it. He teleported to the next door neighbor's yard, chucked it in their dumpster, and then popped back into the basement. He wondered if this partnership was really worth all this, not for the first time.
For the next hour, Mindraker recovered by drinking the fruity drink and munching on several saltine crackers. It was almost nine by the time they were ready to go. The wind farm was quite a ways from their hideout; they needed to get started if they wanted to make it there by ten.
Location: The Creep Nest
It was eight o'clock when Black Mask arrived at the old dilapidated house. He walked down the basement stairs, being met by darkness, fought off barely by the orange shine of a street light outside, peeking through a small window at the top of one wall. He could just barely make out the still form of Mindraker laying on his shitty mattress, probably asleep.
Mask approached, none too quietly. He expected Raker to wake and look up at him, in that silent and unsettling way that he did. But he did not. The masked man knelt down by him, taking note of a used puke bucket sitting next to the bed. It looked like his partner in crime was fighting another bout of nausea. It happened from time to time. He reached down to shake the man awake, but his hand touched ice cold skin. Black Mask felt his stomach churn. Was he dead? He put his fingers on the man's neck to feel for a pulse. At that, Raker gave a slight stir. His eyes cracked open and he looked up at Black Mask, looking like absolute death. Well, at least he wasn't actually dead.
Black Mask picked up the crumpled blankets on the floor and put them back over the sickly man. He probably kicked them off as some point, thinking he was hot. He then turned and went in search of a bottle of Pedialyte, which they had learned to keep around for such situations. When he found a jug, the last one at that, he picked it up and cracked it open. Mask handed it over to Mindraker, who was slowly sitting up. While he sipped on the re-hydrating drink, Black Mask grimaced as he took the plastic bag out of the trash can and went to dispose of it. He teleported to the next door neighbor's yard, chucked it in their dumpster, and then popped back into the basement. He wondered if this partnership was really worth all this, not for the first time.
For the next hour, Mindraker recovered by drinking the fruity drink and munching on several saltine crackers. It was almost nine by the time they were ready to go. The wind farm was quite a ways from their hideout; they needed to get started if they wanted to make it there by ten.
I feel like our numbers have dwindled. Who all is still here?
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