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Looking for a weirdo with an interest in art and science? Name's Vandy, 18, USA. Pronouns are they/them/it.
A fan of writing in all genres. Currently working on a first draft of a children's novella-length book that has been tentatively named 'Through the Eyes of Theodore Tuttwill'. ENFJ, Investigative-Artistic, high school graduate/college freshman.
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Here's an RVB fanart I did on 7/10/15:

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Bright red on white and a faint copper smell in the frigid air told Cateline she’d hit her mark. She heard the crunch of snow as the beast fell, and the ghastly snarls from the rest of the pack. There had to be at least a dozen in all. Each dog was huge to her, far larger than any of the predators she had seen before in the warm wilderness of her hometown.

They were easily outnumbered. Though canines were not capable of strategy, she knew them to be smart enough to be a problem. Perhaps, she wondered to herself, this has been an ill choice. The cry that arose from the child on the hill was quick to assuage these momentary doubts, sending a deep pang of sorrow through her gut as she witnessed the wild tumult that was the wolf’s descent. Unable to get a clear enough shot through the scuffle in her opinion, she hoped those nearer to the battle would have a better chance of stopping any immediate danger in the following seconds.

Cateline held her distance. Her horse was skittish enough to worry her, and she didn’t want to be thrown from her seat by the creature if it was suddenly frightened. The wolves scrambled from a large flash, seemingly disoriented for a moment, but not long, as they began to surround one of her companions.

Nocking another arrow into place, she drew back the string, ready to fire a second shot. Again she steadied her breathing, rocking with the slight nervous steps of her horse. She aimed for one of the wolves in front of the knight and child, hoping to strike it and give his horse an opening to run from the rest.

She nodded, pleased that it was finally time to leave, and looked up from her notebook. "So, Dresden," she started, taking a much more casual tone, "What can you tell me about Null, and the island? I'd really like to know about the ways of life there so I don't make a fool out of myself."
"Thank you very much," Leon said, curtsying briefly at Dresden. Looking at the plane, she took in all the little details of its hull, examining the make, model, and airline. She waved to him as he left, and made her way to her seat. Tucking her larger bag in the overhead compartment, Leona sat down and made herself comfortable. She wondered just how long the plane ride would take, and who else would be traveling with her. This whole experience had been quite mysterious to her, in contrast to her normal life, and she was greatly enjoying herself. Pencil to paper in her notebook, she sketched out little lines and drew the area around her, passing the time until she would be given further instructions.
So the other day I had an idea for a space rp. I went ahead and designed some races, a few characters, and a rough plot. I quickly sketched the aliens so that people can get an idea of what they look like. Everything's pretty much ready, so if there are enough interested people, we can go right into it. This is my first time as GM, so if something seems out of place or doesn't make sense, please let me know.

Your character:
You are a freshly graduated space cadet, boarding the spaceship Valor. This large flag ship houses 372 individuals (including the new recruits like yourself) and 22 smaller ships used for a variety of purposes. This is not your first trek into space, but it is your first one as a fully realized member of the U.A.T.F. (Universally Allied Tactical Fleet).

Plot:
It’s all smooth sailing on your first mission to explore an unmapped planet, until the Valor receives an incoming message from an unidentified distress beacon near your location. You have been assigned to a small reconnaissance team, two members of which are seasoned veterans of the ship. You know them to be a human woman named Vivessa who’s as quick witted as she is kind, and a strange Tobeckian alien named Jajaque (Z-sha z-shock) who seems to defy every stereotype you know about his race. Though you are not personally familiar with them beyond the few short hours you’ve been under their command, they have presented themselves as diligent individuals.

Setting:
The fleet:
The U.A.T.F. specializes in handling delicate political situations which have a potential to turn into all-out war. The training program a cadet undergoes consists of two years of general studies and two years of specialized studies. Living on campus at a U.A.T.F. certified school is required with rare exception, to encourage cadets to bond with each other before undergoing any extreme situations. Required general studies beyond basic academics include, but are not limited to, flight simulations, astronomy, physical education, and basic combat training.
The fleet itself is led by 3 flag ships from 3 different nations. The current races heading the force are the Humans, the Urt, and the Amerant. These flag ships are accompanied by a mixed species group of smaller vessels, ranging from 100 crewmen operated warships to single man space fighters which dock in the larger ships. During the ship construction process, designers from different races will often come together to create hybrid ships that borrow technology from the different races, thus creating better models and stronger alliances.






"I am! My name is Leona. Leona Reed. Pleasure to meet you." Leona flipped her little notebook shut, granting the stranger her full attention and a polite smile. She hoisted her luggage back off of the ground, waiting to be directed.
@jorthon Upon hearing the announcement, Leona headed straight for the help desk, items in tow. She set her things on the ground, going through a folder of various different papers until she located the one with the information on her travel to the island and wrote down the name she had heard over the loudspeaker. She waited for an attendant who could direct her to Dresden.

Meanwhile, she pulled a small emerald booklet out of her side-bag. The pages were filled with sketches and little notes of all kinds. She turned to one of the more recent pages, where she had been taking notes about the trip, and Null. She jotted down another sentence which said, 'Reinvestigate the letter. A cipher of some kind may be contained inside.'
Though the journey itself had been quite lengthy and tiring, Cateline’s senses were gently shaken back to life as the group neared their first destination and a man in her party, she knew him to be called Jorn Segundis, began to speak about the tiny town. She nodded slightly at his summation in regards to the air surrounding the settlement and softly added, “When you put it that way, it reminds me of where I grew up.”

A minor throng of individuals made their way through the heavy doors, and stood outside the gateway. Silently viewing the faces of the unfamiliar inhabitants of the small community, Cateline listened to the noises of nature around her, as the largest man wielding an impressive axe addressed them. ‘Likely the leader of the group’ she internally surmised as she viewed him, though she did not jump with a pang of excitement at the opportunity to answer him. Quite the opposite, really.

Not more than a second later, it was made apparent that she had no need to. Upon hearing the sound of a hostile wolf, Cateline’s first instinct was to draw her bow and locate the source. Rearing her horse in the direction of the bark, Cateline again surveyed the scene as she nocked a red feathered arrow into place, drawing back the string. One of her companions, addressing her as ‘Forest Lady’ snapped at her. Her single, curt reply was, “Way ahead of you.”

Cateline spotted the two humanoid figures running down the hill: one quite small, one large. Humming briefly as she backtracked their path in the snow, she spotted a white furred canine predator in hot pursuit. Aiming briefly, and adjusting for any wind, Cateline let loose a single arrow in the direction of the beast when a clear line of site was available to her.

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Name: Aisha Lariat Smith
Nickname: Ash
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Clan: Metal Monkey
Equipment: Corradi Climbing Gloves, Corradi Climbing Boots, S.I Hybrid Sidearm
Appearance:
Aisha has an extreme case of baby face. Smooth cheeks with little bone definition give her the appearance of a large child. Her height measures at 4”10’ and her weight clocks in at 98 lbs. She has wavy black hair and a dark brown skin tone from a fairly strong genetic Native American ancestry. Her eyes are rounded and the irises are brown. Aisha is flat chested and has a pear-like body shape, giving her a very low center of gravity. Though not typically seen out of work-appropriate attire, her personal wardrobe tends to consist of loose, single-color sweat shirts, and jeans.
Biography:
Aisha was born on August 9th in a home birth. Aisha’s family is somewhat large, consisting of two grandparents, a mother, a father, two brothers, and an aunt all living in the same home. She has positive relationships with her older siblings, though she tends to bicker with them as much as anyone. Both of her parents treated the three children well during their adolescence, giving them ample space and adequate supervision.
While she came from a primarily farming-based family, they were well off monetarily, which allowed her to pursue her interest in technology and mechanics. From as young as age 6, Aisha was known as “the little girl who will take apart your electronics to see what is inside”, if you didn’t keep an eye on her. Aisha’s aunt, a 43 year old woman named Lariat, had been a basic mechanic for some 15 years, and was quick to foster the young girl’s knack for all things machine. With some protest from her mother, Aisha began to apprentice under her during middle school alongside her brother Dylan.
At first, Aisha studied the tractors on her family’s farm and other cultivating tools they used, tinkering with systems and making enhancements where she could. While she often improved the devices, there were a large number of times where her enhancements were negative rather than positive. Over time, she began to work on small creations of her own based on innovative ideas she or her friends had concocted. These projects tended to assist with everyday events, and she was happy to share them with those who were interested.
From then on through 11th grade, Aisha studied anything she could get information on: from radios, to subway systems. It was over the summer before her last year of high school that she took on her first large independent project with Dylan’s assistance. Using only raw materials and tools she had either acquired over the years or borrowed, she constructed an all-terrain vehicle from scratch. To achieve this, she diligently studied some degree of physics, though Dylan’s help was crucial in that field.
Once she was finished with high school, she was quick to study full time under her aunt, focusing entirely on mechanical engineering and apprenticing under any who could teach her. Soon, she was considered one of the better young mechanics in Vextrik. With this proud accomplishment under her belt, she made the decision to join the Wallmenders, and work as a metal monkey among like-minded peers. While the situation may seem bleak, Aisha is often extremely chipper, especially when it regards her work. She tends to be overly-independent, but doesn’t have qualms working with a team as long as no one tries to tell her how to do her job.
In her time with the Wallmenders she’s grown extremely accustomed to scaling the walls, and is almost better at that than she is at walking on flat ground. While conversations with her superiors may be somewhat tense, she gets along well enough with people who are equal to her in ‘rank’, if they can look past her oddities and quirky behavior.
@Medjedovic Sorry about that! It's there now.
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