Oh man, I would be so stoked if this was an SU OC RP (All those acronyms JFC).
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A girl came up to him and spoke in a language he didn't understand. "Hmm?" Mikey said.
Moses pondered a moment. It was clear the being didn't speak GUT. That means he's probably not an offworlder. She thought. I'll have to look elsewhere for a ship.
If the being didn't speak GUT then Moses was hard pressed for other languages. She only knew her native Sioushan, GUT, and some Terran. She would have to go for the long shot and hope that the strange reptile somehow knew Terran.
"Will you speak English?" She asked, hoping she was speaking correctly, the Terran tenses always confused her.
Name: Catherine Bloom (Only ever goes by Nyteshaed. Never tells people her actual name.)
Age: 16
Appearance: (Sorry for the cartoon style, I have a friend who draws my characters so I am limited in that respect.)
Personality: Brash, sarcastic and impersonal. She acts distant and aloof, but contrary to her assertions she doesn't "hate people", she just has a difficult time showing affection. She puts a lot of effort into maintaining an "emo" kind of persona, but is more just kind of an asshole. Despite being a self proclaimed "lone wolf" she often buts into other people's lives and generally stays with people.
Favorite color: Black
Reason for running away: Her father was abusive and an alcoholic and her mother worked three jobs to keep the family afloat. After a particularly bad night with her father she was left with a broken wrist and severe bruising. After a hospital visit she was placed in protective custody with her senile great aunt who lived in the suburbs outside of Vegas. Waking up one day to find that she had died in her sleep, and not wanting to get shuffled into the foster system, she left, eventually stumbling across the warehouse.
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Age: 16
Appearance: (Sorry for the cartoon style, I have a friend who draws my characters so I am limited in that respect.)
Personality: Brash, sarcastic and impersonal. She acts distant and aloof, but contrary to her assertions she doesn't "hate people", she just has a difficult time showing affection. She puts a lot of effort into maintaining an "emo" kind of persona, but is more just kind of an asshole. Despite being a self proclaimed "lone wolf" she often buts into other people's lives and generally stays with people.
Favorite color: Black
Reason for running away: Her father was abusive and an alcoholic and her mother worked three jobs to keep the family afloat. After a particularly bad night with her father she was left with a broken wrist and severe bruising. After a hospital visit she was placed in protective custody with her senile great aunt who lived in the suburbs outside of Vegas. Waking up one day to find that she had died in her sleep, and not wanting to get shuffled into the foster system, she left, eventually stumbling across the warehouse.
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After several minutes of walking Moses was beginning to think that this place was uninhabited. There were some forested areas in the distance, but otherwise she had yet to see any significant signs of life. Until she rounded a corner and saw a humanoid reptile with a large shell and orange wraps. He must be one of the native here. She thought. Or if I'm lucky, an offworlder with a ship.
She approached him slowly, a hand raised and spoke in the Galactic Universal Tongue.
"Ozkito do. Alia auo rai?"
She approached him slowly, a hand raised and spoke in the Galactic Universal Tongue.
"Ozkito do. Alia auo rai?"
Moses was not unused to waking up in strange places after one of Tyranus' party nights. This however was new. She was fairly certain that she wasn't even on the same planet that she was previously. She stood up and observed her new surroundings. The air was warm and uncomfortably dry with a bite of sulfur on account of the nearby volcanic activity. She was on a sizable island amidst the molten rock. AS she looked around it seemed like she might be alone here. Not the first time. She thought. But where am I then?
She checked her comm unit, but it was displaying a "no signal" error. I must be somewhere out of the galaxy then. This was going to be a problem. If she couldn't get back in contact with her ship she would have to find another way off this rock. She checked her small phase pistol. It still had %78 charge in it; 39 shots if she was careful. The small gun didn't have much stopping power, but if she encountered any hostile entities that she could not subdue mentally, it would buy her some time.
She looked to her left and right, what she guessed to be the coast line stretching off and curving out of sight. She turned right and started walking, figuring it best to stay on the coast for the time being.
She checked her comm unit, but it was displaying a "no signal" error. I must be somewhere out of the galaxy then. This was going to be a problem. If she couldn't get back in contact with her ship she would have to find another way off this rock. She checked her small phase pistol. It still had %78 charge in it; 39 shots if she was careful. The small gun didn't have much stopping power, but if she encountered any hostile entities that she could not subdue mentally, it would buy her some time.
She looked to her left and right, what she guessed to be the coast line stretching off and curving out of sight. She turned right and started walking, figuring it best to stay on the coast for the time being.
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Name: Dana Valise Albesco
Age (15-17): 15
Year: 1
Tattoo: Four tuning pegs on the inside of her left wrist arranged like a clover.
Personality: She is quiet and a bit awkward, but not unfriendly, just hesitant around new people. Once she is comfortable with someone, though, she will stick with them loyally. She likes comic books and graphic novels and want to write one some day, but draws like a toddler with flippers for hands. She is also very good with computers.
Instrument & Element: Electric bass (Fender Squire Precision Bass), Earth.
Likes: Classical rock (Queen, Guns N Roses and ACDC), cop dramas, fractals.
Dislikes: The smell of paint or sharpies, pineapple, when she can't find the missing semicolon.
Background: She always did well in her classes, but never really got on with most of the kids in school. She was soon recommended for Ottava Academy by her principal after she nearly took down the school gymnasium.
Extra: Asexual heteroromantic.
Name: Dana Valise Albesco
Age (15-17): 15
Year: 1
Tattoo: Four tuning pegs on the inside of her left wrist arranged like a clover.
Personality: She is quiet and a bit awkward, but not unfriendly, just hesitant around new people. Once she is comfortable with someone, though, she will stick with them loyally. She likes comic books and graphic novels and want to write one some day, but draws like a toddler with flippers for hands. She is also very good with computers.
Instrument & Element: Electric bass (Fender Squire Precision Bass), Earth.
Likes: Classical rock (Queen, Guns N Roses and ACDC), cop dramas, fractals.
Dislikes: The smell of paint or sharpies, pineapple, when she can't find the missing semicolon.
Background: She always did well in her classes, but never really got on with most of the kids in school. She was soon recommended for Ottava Academy by her principal after she nearly took down the school gymnasium.
Extra: Asexual heteroromantic.
I'm working on mine now, yeah.
Name: Roxanne "Roxy" Fisher
Age: 19
Position at the Hotel: Maintenance
Gender: Female
Personality: Generally kind and personable, though a bit of a bum. Almost too lazy for her own good.
Bio: Started working at the hotel for a summer job and just kinda never left.
Appearance: Shaggy, shoulder length light brown hair. Short and a bit chubby. Wears a lot of baggy clothes and plaid.
Age: 19
Position at the Hotel: Maintenance
Gender: Female
Personality: Generally kind and personable, though a bit of a bum. Almost too lazy for her own good.
Bio: Started working at the hotel for a summer job and just kinda never left.
Appearance: Shaggy, shoulder length light brown hair. Short and a bit chubby. Wears a lot of baggy clothes and plaid.
Appearance(s): 
Name: Moses Dell
Nickname/Alias: None
Age: 48 (Still a young adult for her species)
Gender: Female
Species/Physiology: Siousha. A tall, thin, amphibious race from the planet Joor. Bipedal and humanoid, but her flesh is semi transparent magenta, showing her inner workings somewhat. She has human like proportions, but is thin and distended, her three fingered hands reaching nearly to her ankles. Her face appears like a fleshy mask and is largely blank, having large, glossy black eyes and a small mouth filled with small, needlelike teeth. On her head grows a mop of thin, five foot tendrils that curl and wriggle, independently of her control. She typically wears ornate, ancient looking robes.
Powers/skills/weapons(if any): She is very intelligent, her mind being several steps above many other races. She is also a powerful psychic, strong with telekinetics, telepathy, clairvoyance, retrocognition, astral projection, and can impose her will on lesser minds. She can also breath above and below water. She heals quicker than most races.
From: OC
Personality: She is friendly and inquisitive, though sometimes a bit awkward as cultural differences can get the better of her. She enjoys collecting little trinkets and learning about cultures. She is often very secretive about her own race's history, though is happy to talk about her personal expeditions.
Likes: Trinkets, knick knacks and doo dads, solar storms, and knowledge.
Dislikes: Liars and scammers, spicy food, government scientists.
Weakness(es): Her body is especially soft and adjusted for a specific climate. It is susceptible to drying out if the climate is too hot or dry. She is also physically weaker than most races and able to take less of a beating. If her head tendrils are lost or damaged, her psychic abilities are dulled in accordance. If she loses them all, she also loses her psychic abilities.
Name: Moses Dell
Nickname/Alias: None
Age: 48 (Still a young adult for her species)
Gender: Female
Species/Physiology: Siousha. A tall, thin, amphibious race from the planet Joor. Bipedal and humanoid, but her flesh is semi transparent magenta, showing her inner workings somewhat. She has human like proportions, but is thin and distended, her three fingered hands reaching nearly to her ankles. Her face appears like a fleshy mask and is largely blank, having large, glossy black eyes and a small mouth filled with small, needlelike teeth. On her head grows a mop of thin, five foot tendrils that curl and wriggle, independently of her control. She typically wears ornate, ancient looking robes.
Powers/skills/weapons(if any): She is very intelligent, her mind being several steps above many other races. She is also a powerful psychic, strong with telekinetics, telepathy, clairvoyance, retrocognition, astral projection, and can impose her will on lesser minds. She can also breath above and below water. She heals quicker than most races.
From: OC
Personality: She is friendly and inquisitive, though sometimes a bit awkward as cultural differences can get the better of her. She enjoys collecting little trinkets and learning about cultures. She is often very secretive about her own race's history, though is happy to talk about her personal expeditions.
Likes: Trinkets, knick knacks and doo dads, solar storms, and knowledge.
Dislikes: Liars and scammers, spicy food, government scientists.
Weakness(es): Her body is especially soft and adjusted for a specific climate. It is susceptible to drying out if the climate is too hot or dry. She is also physically weaker than most races and able to take less of a beating. If her head tendrils are lost or damaged, her psychic abilities are dulled in accordance. If she loses them all, she also loses her psychic abilities.
Name: Bailing Honoka "The Red Chink"
Age: 22
Appearance:5'4"
Short, pitch black hair with a long rat tail braid in the back.
Clear features, bad case of bitchy resting face.
Scar through her right eyebrow.
Thin, athletic build.
Role: Sharphooter/Assasin/Stealth
Weapon/gear: Sharps Model 1859 is her preferred rifle. She also carries a Colt 1855 Sidehammer, a curved dagger and lockpick kit. She has a white and brown patched horse named Mai.
Background: Her father was brought over to work the railroads. She lived in the squalor of the work camps most of her childhood taking care of her younger sister, Mai, their mother having died in childbirth. One night, the rail workers revolted against the harsh conditions. Her father was shot by the foreman and her sister was trampled to death in the chaos. She ran, escaping into the scrublands with only a rifle and the clothes on her back. She nearly died in the dunes, but was saved by a native tribe. She regained her strength and learned to shoot; hunting with her new adoptive family, learning to live off the land. She helped protect them against a prospector who was looking to set up shop on their land and was successful, though earned herself a name with law enforcement, the Red Chink. When she came of age she left the tribe in search of the man who killed her father, leaving a trail of wanted posters behind her.
Age: 22
Appearance:5'4"
Short, pitch black hair with a long rat tail braid in the back.
Clear features, bad case of bitchy resting face.
Scar through her right eyebrow.
Thin, athletic build.
Role: Sharphooter/Assasin/Stealth
Weapon/gear: Sharps Model 1859 is her preferred rifle. She also carries a Colt 1855 Sidehammer, a curved dagger and lockpick kit. She has a white and brown patched horse named Mai.
Background: Her father was brought over to work the railroads. She lived in the squalor of the work camps most of her childhood taking care of her younger sister, Mai, their mother having died in childbirth. One night, the rail workers revolted against the harsh conditions. Her father was shot by the foreman and her sister was trampled to death in the chaos. She ran, escaping into the scrublands with only a rifle and the clothes on her back. She nearly died in the dunes, but was saved by a native tribe. She regained her strength and learned to shoot; hunting with her new adoptive family, learning to live off the land. She helped protect them against a prospector who was looking to set up shop on their land and was successful, though earned herself a name with law enforcement, the Red Chink. When she came of age she left the tribe in search of the man who killed her father, leaving a trail of wanted posters behind her.
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