Name: Ickama (ic-am-a)(Ick for short)

Species: Mudoken

Gender: Male

Age:15 earth years

Appearance: Ick stands slightly shorter than a normal mudoken due to the fact that he is not fully grown yet. He has a golden tree shape tattoo on his back. His face always has a smile on it. He has black rings around his ankle. The loincloth has a crimson fringe.

Personality: Ick is a very outgoing person and his always kind towards others. He easily makes friends and hates seeing others sad. When others are depressed, he usually follows them around and tries to cheer them up. Ick's personality can sometimes be rather annoying.

Bio: Ick was a free mudoken and lived in a village of natives. He was constantly helping others. One day, he decieded that the village life was too dull for him. Ick ventured out of his litte village to find himself a place in an industrial city. He had been warned about the industrialists, but he hadn't cared much and thought such things to be absoultly false. Ick believed that there were some trustworthy industrialists out there. Soon the effects of the city began to disturb him. Almost all mudokens were enslaved. He soon learned he had to be careful or he might be caputered by some industrialist and be enslaved himself. Then he learned about a place called Rupture Farms. Mudokens were supposedly not beaten and treated kindly there. Ick grabbed a train from Fecco. and was on his way

Name: Sol (Saw-L)

Species: Slig

Gender: Male

Age: 23 in earth years

Appearance: Sol is just below the average hieght of a slig and his lean. His skin tone his a dark, rich green. Sol's pants are silver color.

Personality: Sol is qiuet and enjoys being alone to think. He is usually bitter and hates attention. Sol feels a bit of hatred towards mudokens, and will go off the deep end of one touches him.

Biography: Sol was born and raised in a slig barracks. He graduated and was sent to work at a scrab ranch. Earning emplyee of the month a numerous amount of times, Sol turned out to be a hard worker. But then there was a dark day in Sol's life. A mudoken rebellion occured in the scrab ranch. Sol was beaten suverely by the mudokens and left to die. The mudoken uprising was soon disbanded. Using his life savings, Sol could afford to get fixxed up by a vykker. He never felt the same way towards mudokens after the attack. Due to his long absence from the scrab ranch, he was fired. Out of money and in need of a job, he used his last remaining moolah to catch a ride to Rupture Farms.

Pere is tall, lean, and has powerfull yet slim muscular legs. He wears a brown loin cloth.

His inredibly basic appearence, mudling.

Name: Dez
Gender: Male
Race: Scrab
Appearance: A healthy young scrab who is in his so called "Teenage years". Young, arrogant, his attitude already got him into a major fight, which he won, but from it he obtained a large scar on his chest. His howl was also a little deeper than most scrabs, making him easy to point out.
Age: 15 scrab years

Personality: As sad before Dez is an arrogant scrab who enjoys looking for fights than avoiding them. One thing that made him strange though, and made him stand out most of all, was his want to be domesticated. Whether it would be a mudokon or a slig, Dez always wanted to have a rider on his back, being the royal steed, and charge into whatever adventures his master would take him in. This makes him highly curious, which ultimately, led him to his capture and trip to the new rupture farms.

History: Dez lived in the scrabanian temples, owning nearly a whole chamber to himself, he taunted other scrabs in his free time, making them come to him and have him have the upper advantage in fighting due to his knowledge of terrain and more rest than his opponent. His only "true" fight that almost killed him was when he found himself facing against one of the most elder and experienced scrabs in the temple. The fight lasted for nearly five minutes, and Dez got a nasty scar on his chest in the process but he ultimately prevailed.

One day while Dez was trecking around his territory, he heard the rythmitic beat of pant legs moving the land. Curious, he tried to find the source of the noise. When he did, he found a pack of five sligs, each having two pet slogs. Before he could sink it all in, he was smacked at the back of the head by a slig's beating stick, knocking him unconscious. Next time he woke up, Dez found himself on a feeco transport train, taking him to rupture farms where all new adventures and dangers would await him...

Ok this is my character.
Name: Paxton
Species: Male Steef .the same thing stranger is
Occupation: Guard
Age:20

Paxton came to Rupture farms because he needed work, he has dark brown fur and where similar boots to that of stranger he has a automatic shotgun on his back and submachine gun at his side he. likes being on his own and hates sligs as they suck up to there superiors he isnt very sociable but will ingage in conversation with people to sum him up cunning and qiet

Woo finally thought up of a slig character :).

Name: Patrick
Species: Slig
Age: Unkown
Appearance: Green just like any other slig, but holds one huge disadvantage, he is very "fat and pudgy" as he calls himself in random times.
Personality: Nice, usually hungry, a suck up to anyone who gives him free food
History: Patrick used to be one of the highest ranked slig guards in the Slig Barracks. After Dripik's death and allowing Abe to easily sneak past him in the War Room area, Patrick started to lose it. Dripik was the only glukkon he really liked and took orders from so after his death he became a bit rebellious.

As he was transferred to Feeco he refused to listen to any of his leaders and began to quickly drop down ranks. One day he was threatened to be taken in front of Skillya to deal with herself which dropped his moral boost horribly. He began to work again, but certainly not enough to keep him satisfied or to make his employers happy enough to give him a promotion. As he began to work again Patrick looked for what could keep his spirits up during his work hours and he quickly found it, food.

He especially liked Elum Chubs, every day since then he'd be eating and eating almost every minute of his work hours to keep his spirits up. No one really cared, besides the fact that it began to give Patrick his horrible weight problem, giving him a big belly and his pants let out more gas and usual (Fart jokes D: ).

The glukkons didn't care either, until one night Patrick had the nerve to actually steal from one of his employer's plate some food. He was easily caught from his slow fat actions and was transferred to the new Rupture Farms where he is now going. It is his very last chance at a job before meeting skillya for Patrick, so he will try to do the hardest he can to please his boss. Still he would love to have his shifts be in the cafeteria...

My first ever OW character.

Name: Roy
Species: Mudokon
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Purple skin black hair put up in a pony tail very skinny. His eyes are a dark orange and the veins are visable. His lips are stitched together with leather.
Personality: Coward, bit of a slob and basically follows anyone. He gets hurt easily. He also has a pet Elum and he loves brew, and someone to be with him at all times. He hates glukkons, scrabs, paramites, rude mudokons etc.
Equipment: nothing
Abilities: He has no abilites but he can run pretty fast.
History: He once lived in Paramonia with his pet Elum and brother. They lived a peaceful life until they were attacked by a massive pack of Paramites. Being the coward that he is he left his brother and fled away on his Elum leaving his brother to die. Now where ever he goes he never speaks of his brother to anyone.

Do I also post this in W@RF?

Yes you do.

Here goes nothing (except my reputation and dignity)

Name:Blaine

Race: Slig

Gender: Male

Age: (Human) 22

Appearance:Slightly taller than your average slig but also slightly weaker. Skin is very dark green and he is missing some feelers but makes up for it by the two paramite feelers implanted on his back by insane Vykkers, he also has a robotic tail with a sting attached to his pants and a pitch black mask on which the legend 'BD <3 Roxy' can clearly be seen in pink irremovable pen.

Personality:Usually puts on a strong front for others but in reality is a total mess himself, his past experiences have left him with Vykkerphobia, a disliking of other sligs and a certain kinship feeling with Mudokons. He is shy and self conscious of himself but a loyal friend although possibly not the best person to make desicions. As a side note; he suffers from acute clinical schizophrenia.

Bio: Blaine was sold to the Slig barracks at a very early age, he became somewhat of a rapscallion and earned his fair share of beatings for laziness, dereliction of duty and once exploding a toilet while a senior Glukkon was relieving himself. At the age of 17 (human years) he got so hammered on Soulstorm Brew that the other Sligs thought they'd have a little fun. He woke up on the train to Vykker Labs with no memory of the incident, a lack of pants and a note written in permanent ink stating that 'BD <3 Roxy' on his mask, he has no idea what this means but suspects the 'BD' reffered to might mean him. This incident left him with a deep mistrust of his own kind.

For the next few years he worked at Vykker Labs. They made him a new pair of pants but decided to add on a tail for the 'why the hell not factor' so common with Vykkers nowadays. Somewhere down the line he got mistaken for a test subject (possibly deliberately seeing as the Vykker over him, Dr Krayon' was developing a desire to do some well needed Slig research. The first test was to remove some feelers to see how this affected his aggression levels, curiously enough it did but only because it crushed his self confidence and reduced him to the emotional age of a child where he started making friends, rather naively, with the captured Mudokon subjects. The second test was to graft paramite feelers onto his back which made him extremely self conscious of himself and the third test was to inject him with enough chemicals to kill off a pack of stampeding Scrab, he survived but the chemicals took their toll. He now hears voices and sees things that arent there which the doctor diagnosed as clinical schizophrenia. Thanks to the Mudokons he finally managed to escape after years of torment and now finds himself on the Feeco train to RF for three reasons: To find a place of sanctuary, to find his place in the world and to find out who the **** Roxy is.


Name: Wuffles

Race: Scrab

Gender: Male

Age: 18 in human years

Appearence: A 10ft Scrab with a very well developed upper torso, also has a pink ribbon stuck to the top of his head and a leather trenchcoat.

Personality: Wuffles is a very kind and stupid Scrab who is oddly sentimental and sleeps lots. Also has a fear of all races except Glukkons and Paramites. Thinks he's a paramite

Bio: The first thing known about Wuffles' past is he came to be a pet for a young female Glukkon who tied an impossibly tricky to get off ribbon on his head and loved him and cared for him completely untill she got bored with him and ditched him in a trip to Paramonia. Wuffles spent his teen years there growing up amongst the Paramites and avoiding Slig raiding parties and Vykker scientific expiditions untill one day he strayed out of the forest while chasing an Elum and got lost and rather stupidly started to trek through the wasteland.

After weeks of searching he espied a sign advertising Rupture Farms and saw a picture of Arnie on it and immediately remembered his pre-paramonia life and decided to set off to Rupture Farms to find some clue as to where his old owner is. Unfortunately he was then immediately captured by a Slig Party and tossed onto a train for straight delivery to RF......fortunately because of incompetence they tossed him on the wrong train so he now hides in a shadowy corner while making his way to RF on the visitor level train.

Delete this Post.I have Made 2 Posts.Sorry.

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Name:Fil.
Species:Slig.
Age:12
Gender:Male.
Appearance:Just Big Bro Slig.
Personality:He likes SoulStorm.
Equipment:Gun.
History:Hes Made in Vykers Lab's.Then He Gotta Work in Rupture Farms.Hes crazy.:fuzwink:

at Fil-
Crazy? what way? Kinda need a bit more info. You can't have loose-cannons galboling W@RF...

That Means He's Bit Stupid.

Since this seems most suitable thread to post this, I will.

After some thought, I have came to a conclusion. I will be giving up several Mudokons for people to take. I believe that I have no longer any plans that will happen to them and probably would be better if someone else took them. This will also result in me posting far more often with less to think about. The following are being up for anyone to take:

Kix

Noah

Matthew

Sam

Jacob

Mike



Please consult me if you wish to take them through pm.

Name: Alex
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Male
Apparence: Blue skin, modern clothes...LOL...
Bio & History: Born and raised on a colony on Earth, mudokons having stolen a telepoter and reset it. He than went to Oddworld, wanting to see home. On Oddworld, sligs capture him and on the way to RF via train. Thenre, Alex steals a pistol, shoots the sligs, and RUN!!!!
Equipment: a stolen pistol

I finally made a Slig. :D
Name: Corky
Species: Slig
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: Green like normal Sligs but he wears a mask like the ones in Abe's Oddysee.
Personality: Trouble maker, attention seeker, he get's bored alot. He also likes to hang and chat with other Sligs and have his Slog with him.
Equipment: Machine gun.
Abilities: nothing.
History: Corky has been working in Slig Barracks for sometime now along with Phats as his trusty guard Slog and beloved pet. He's been in the low ranks as a
security guard. He's been known to beat worker Mudokons that stop their work, try to escape, or just for fun. He doesn't like the Glukkons very much but he has to obey them so he doesn't lose his job.

And what's a Slig without a Slog? :D

Name: Phats
Species: Slog
Age: 7
Gender: Male
Appearance: Looks like a normal Slog but has two black strips on his back.
Personality: Mean, loves bones especially Mudokon bones. Loves playing fetch with his master Corky. And Corky is the only Slig he obeys.
Equipment: Teeth.
Abilities: Can do anything like any other Slog can do.
History: Phats has also been in the Slig Barracks all his life. Trained to act vicious as he possibley can in yet calm and friendly well to Corky anyway.
Like his master Phats has also been known to attack worker Mudokons for food, fun, or if his master tells him too. Though he's never been to the Slog kennels and never had the chance to see another Slog. Phats knows by instincts when to attack, stay, come etc.

-[this character has been removed due to a problem in plot]-
please ignore this post

Here we go. Not many Steef in W@RF, is there?

Name: Kotez
Gender: Male
Species: Steef
Age: 18
Appearance: Wears a pair of modded/stitched jeans, topless (thinking of getting tattoos). Still shaves horns out of habit.
Personality: Like a typical Slig, really. Though he doesn't smoke, he drinks, and is rude and arrogant. Despite his own species being somewhat more accepted than it was at first, he still shows resentment towards lower class workers, Mudokons being the usual target. even towards 'fellow' Sligs, not always especially polite. Enjoys exercise.
Weapons/equipment: Hand pistol in belt and a pair of metal knuckles, both usually in side pockets.
Backstory: Relatively soon after Steef became more nationally accepted, A younger Kotez managed to get himself enrolled in Slig armed forces training, obviously having to pay for it, as discrimination was still around. Despite being bullied in his earlier times, he soon became more accepted among the Sligs, and even made a couple of friends. As such, he considered himself one of them, following the same views and interests generally (though not as lazy offcourse). Eventually, he left with his firearms diploma, and decided to try to enroll at the Rupture Farms he'd heard so much of. Apparently it had been well kept by Molluck, and now had a new owner. Hopefully he was as good as Molluck had been...

Name: Amen

Gender: Male

Species: Slog/Mudokon

Age: 4 and a half

Appearance: Ressembling a typical Slog but with a reddish green skin.
Personality: Like most Slogs he is playfull, bite happy and always hungry and moody. He is also intelligent, intelligent enough to hold his intelligence back. He is generally friendly, and uses his slog form to his advantage by saving mudokons throughout RF. Despite this thought, many slog traits came through and he has a tendency to spend his day using his intelligence to raid garbage cans. He also loves attention, which he gets by playing the cute dog for the boss.

Weapons/Equipment: His teeth and legs, which mostly do. He also has a secret little corner where he keeps a tatterd bear and his favorite bone.

Backstory: Born first as a smart mudokon worker and a typical slog, both were brought before the merciless sadistic hands of the Vykkers. Symbiogeneticly fused together, to experiment with smarter slogs to potentialy replace sligs. He was at first intented to be used by a hunting party, but escaped and ranaway to RF. He now spends most of his time near the cafetaria and kitchen.

Name: Bolas(CD-430)
Race: Slig(Worker)
Gender: Male(infertile)
Age: Young Adult
Appearance: Your average Slig with the natural greenish-yellow skin wearing poorly cared for mechanical pants and mask. The way his mouth-tentacles bend slightly towards himself gives him an appearance of being stuck up in a Slig's eyes.

Behavior: Bolas is a very stereotypical Slig. Bolas rarely does anything but sleep and has no real ambitions. Bolas's second favorite activity is torturing others, this is probably due to his horrible self-esteem issues. Though Bolas is really a weakling he won't let anyone see that side of himself. Bolas believes this world has no place for the weak so he does his best to stand above others when he isn't sleeping. Bolas hates everyone. Everyone. He doesn't need a reason. If Bolas has a reason that only means he'll beat you harder if that is possible.

History: Bolas started out in Slaughter School like most other Sligs born into industrial life. There he learned the basics of using weapons and killing things that move. Bolas at the time was called CD-430 until he graduated and chose the name Bolas. At the school Bolas had shown true skill in torturing Mudokons physically and mentally. Bolas probably would of been promoted to a Big Bro if he wasn't caught ditching classes to sleep... almost every day.

Bolas managed to get employed in a leading logistics company. At the company Bolas spent most of his time watching over the Mudokon workers. Watching the Mudokons continually moving around boxes became very boring. One day while Bolas was sleeping on the job a young Mudokon was carrying a rather large box that hindered it's sight. The Mudokon accidentally stepped on Bolas's hand causing the Slig to wake up cursing. Bolas was livid and took his gun to the Mudokon. It would of been to easy to shoot the Mudokon, instead Bolas beat the Mudokon to the brink of death leaving it with several broken bones.

After this encounter Bolas became very violent and spent less time sleeping. Any Mudokon who so much as looked at Bolas would be beaten beyond recognition. The Glukkons who hadn't cared at first became very surprised to see the high number of employees that were injured so horribly they could not perform labor effectively. They gave Bolas a warning telling him not to damage the workers to the extent that they could not work efficiently. Bolas swallowed his pride and swore to no longer hurt Mudokons. Truthfully he would just beat them without breaking bones, tearing out eyes, or cutting off fingers.

Bolas was slowly returning to sleeping on the job. Though this was intolerable by normal standards none of the Mudokons he watched caused any problems due their paranoia of him. Things were making their way back to normal until Bolas was assigned a partner. The fellow Slig seemed okay to Bolas because he never woke him up, but there was just something odd about the new Slig. Then one day when Bolas woke up early from a nap during work he caught the new Slig cracking jokes with the Mudokon workers. The only thing Bolas hated more then Mudokons was 'nice' Sligs. Without warning Bolas open fired on the two Mudokons who were talking to the new Slig. The newbie watched in horror as his friends' bodies hit the floor. Without saying a word Bolas walked over to one of the corpses, cut it open and obtained a broken bone. Bolas promptly stabbed the new Slig in the neck with the broken bone. The new Slig just stared at Bolas in horror; the Slig tried to scream but found it couldn't even breath. The Slig died by a combination of not being able to breath and drowning in his own blood.

Bolas had received his warning and was now in deep trouble. The Glukkon bosses did not care about the Slig worker who was killed since it was a Mud lover, but Bolas had destroyed two viable workers. Bolas was fired and the Glukkons told him if they eve saw him again they'd report him to Skillya. Bolas scrounged up what moolah he had and took to the trains. He knew he had to find a job and quick; a Slig without a job is very likely to end up in his mom's basement... and when your mom is Skillya that's very hazardous to your health. Bolas found a crumbled up advertisement under a seat in one of the carriages. Bolas with a rare feeling of hope in his desperation smoothed it out and spent four hours deciphering:
Rupture Farms! Now hiring!

Uhm, i havent been here for a looong while, but anyways im back.

I've decided to scrap all those other characters i made to create a new one, and keep that only character. And ill try to hang in as much as possible (Go with the proper storyline and so on)



Name: Swad
Nickname: "Vast"
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Male
Age: 19 (Earth Years)
Appearance: Regular green Mudokon with brown ponytail.
Personality: Tries to be as friendly as possible at all times, but that might be hard since he has a very low temper.
Equipment: Umm.. Loincloth?
History: Swad was born wherever the Industrials are holding Sam the Mudokon Queen captive. Sam felt great power in him, she believed he would meet with Abe and his buddies, then there'd be two heroes to rescue Oddworld. But things didnt go as planned. Swad got out in one piece, but he became a pacifist, so he never met up with Abe, instead he seeked employment at Rupture Farms. And "You're hired." was the deciding words.


EDIT: Changed the character's name.

Name: Valtharr
Nickname: Valt
Race: Flying Slig
Age: 20 (Earth Years. That would be like...dunno...5 slig years?)
Appeareance: Regular Flying Slig, but his mask's eyes look more evil, because of a production fault
Personality: Mean. Just mean and evil. He shows absolutely no mercy for Mudokons and wants to be the best warrior possible.
Equipment: Regular Equipment of a Flying Slig.
History: He was the best soldier in Slig Barracks before he succesfully ended his training there. When he heard that Arnie wanted to make a new RF but wanted to be nice to Muds, he went off to FeeCo. and started to go to his new Working Place. He's a sadist and always tries to show his sadism, when nobody looks. He chases poor Muds with his grenade launcher and threatens them to kill 'em, if they tell Arnie. His biggest goal is to recruit an army of Sligs like him and take the "throne" as the new leader of RF.

PS: Sorry for mistakes, if I made some. I'm German.

Name: Croto.
Species: Slig.
Age: 2 years.
Appearance: Regular Slig.
Equipment: Gun.
Personality: Mean. He has 3 hobbies: Playing poker, beating mudokons, and drinking SoulStorm Brew.
History: He was found in Slig Barracks drunk, so he was sent to work at RuptureFarms. He still works there, and he was one of the few sligs Abe didn't kill.

Next time edit your posts. :)

Here's my characters. This is the only place I post this, right?


Name: Mola
Race: Grubb
Gender: Male
Age: 20 in human years (but has the brain capacity of an eight-year-old, pretty much)
Appearance: He’s short and thin, with large, ice-blue eyes and pale green skin. He wears a pair of swamp green swimming trunks with mustard-colored stitches that are slightly big for him, a domed straw hat, and a satchel that he wears strapped to his back.
Personality: He’s a complete spazz, often running full-throttle into walls without even realizing it. He’s outgoing, extremely talkative, and irritating, and will do absolutely anything for attention. He acts before he thinks, but no matter what the outcome is, he always ends up alright and somehow manages to do it again. He’s also sympathetic, gullible, and a very easy person to talk to.
Equipment: The only thing he carries is his satchel, which is packed with items that he manages to find uses for even though they’d be useless otherwise. (Ex. A roll of plastic wrap that he uses as a numchuck) He can run really, really fast, and has the stamina of a work horse. I didn't know where to put that part. o.o;;
History: He was discovered by the Wetland Village, a village on, wouldn’t you know it, a wetland. It was inhabited by friendly grubbs who raised him as a group; he calls all the females who took care of him ‘mom’ and all the males ‘dad’. Because of this lifestyle he grew to be extremely outgoing, though he never lost his habit of being a pain in the butt.
The grubbs decided that he needed him to put all his energy to use somehow, so sent him off to Rupture Farms in search of work.


Name: Ophelia, leader of the Wetland Village
Race: Grubb
Gender: Female
Age: 26 in human years
Appearance: A tall female grubb wearing typical leader garb: spiky red headdress, red arm bands, and a red bikini top with a matching loincloth. She has silver eyes, long eyelashes, normal grey skin, and coal-black tail and elbow fins.
Personality: She acts sweet and innocent, but often snaps like a twig and goes from angel to spawn of the devil in seconds. Afterwards she’s bossy, obnoxious, rude, mean, and an overall psychopath.
Equipment: An Uzi-like gun that she spray-painted cherry pink. She keeps it at her hip by a red belt around her waist, and has a belt of bullet cartridges that she wears like a sash on one shoulder.
History: She was born in the Wetland village and was chosen from birth to be the successor of the previous leader. She was raised to be a perfect leader for the grubbs: peaceful, considerate, charismatic. Unfortunately, she was none of these. From the start she was a rough-and-tumble tomboy who liked pro wrestling more than the latest fashion, and no matter what her family tried, they couldn’t change her. Eventually she became leader, but acted more like a warlord. All the young grubbs who were only interested in fighting looked up to her. One day she decided was Mola seriously needed to get a job and burn the endless stores of energy in his body, so she journeyed with him to Rapture Farms to find him work.


EDIT: I was doodling and I came up with a character like this, and I really liked how it turned out, so I made her into one of my roleplay characters. C:


Name: Skelter
Race: Intern
Gender: Female (OMG NO WAI!)
Age: 21 in human years
Appearance: Lean, with pale skin and unstitched lips. She wears a striped black and purple pageboy hat that’s always pulled down, hiding her eyes, and has solid white headphones. Her horns are pierced with lime green studs at the top, and purple studs at the bottom. She wears a form-fitting black sleeveless hoodie with a white heart surrounded by lime green flames, a pair of frayed jeans that are knee-length w/ a coal-grey skirt over it (its more like a loincloth; the sides are cut so her legs can stick out.) She also wears striped purple and black knee-length socks, though the very bottoms are cut out so that she doesn’t slip and slide all over the place. Overall she looks like a punk who takes joy out of kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers.
(Click here for a pic :D)
Personality: She is a punk who likes kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers, and she’ll let anybody know it. She’s anti-social and hates being the center of attention, and gets into fights easily. She has a tendency to get very physical when under pressure. In her opinion, every cloud has a silver lining, and its her job to obliterate it.
Equipment: Her metal backpack, which is packed with 300 pounds of compressed mustard gas. It has a thick nozzle connected to a hose on one side so that she can fire it at will (it looks like a normal backpack, exept for the bazooka-like weapon on the side). In her pocket is a foldable gas mask, about the size of a wallet, that she just flips out and sticks on her face when she uses her gas launcher.
History: She lived for a while as an average intern aboard an airship, but with one problem: she was the only female of any intelligent race on the entire craft, and wore the same kind of clothing she wears now (“I CAN’T WEAR A %@&*ING SPEEDO, I’M A @& #ING GIRL, JACKASS!”). Being the only female aboard granted her strange looks from nearly everyone, and when she wasn’t being talked about behind her back, she was being hit on by whichever intern happened to be around. After awhile she kind of snapped, and she went from being ‘That Intern Chick’ to ‘That Psychotic Beat-You-With-A-Rubber-Hose Scary Woman’ who everyone hid from. If she got yelled at, she yelled right back. If somebody shoved her, she’d knock them out. She earned a nasty reputation with pretty much everything she did, and eventually, to her relief, she was fired. She got a job for an important but top secret organization practically run by outcasts and weirdos like herself. All her ‘missions’, as they’re called, are extremely hush-hush, and only hours of prying and withstanding insults will get her to tell anybody anything about it.

Name: Rig the Slig
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 6 oddworld years. (sligs live until there 20)
Appearance: Like a regular slig exept he has a black shirt.
Personality: He is a litle mean but otherwise kinda nica. He likes metal music and Soulstorm brew
Equipment: A MP3 like device.
History: A slaker that didin´t whant to work but in the end he selected the work at rupturefarms.

I didn't realise I'd never even posted the character bios in here.

Arthur
Age: 23
Species: Slig
Likes: Sleeping, chatting and socializing with Sligs, seeing people he doesn't like in trouble, and the newspaper.
Dislikes: Hard workers, any job which requires a lot of activity.
Appearance: A normal Slig but he is slightly fatter and is a darker shade of green. He claims that this is due to his 24 out of 25 hour a day nap routine.
Items: The newspaper
Bio: A lazy Slig who was first employed at Vykkers’ Labs (Way back before Munch was captured), Arthur has always lazed around. He was always lazy, and a full scale riot could have (and once did) break out in front of him and he would have taken no notice. He was therefore transferred to FeeCo Depot and given the job of Cargo-slig, which merely required Foning Head Office when the delivery trains arrived and helping to unload the cargo (which he rarely did). He was transferred to Rupture Farms to try and shape him up. He loves sleep, so has frequently dozed off for lengthy periods of time. In his tie at the Farms, he's flitted around from seemingly not doing anything, to being a loader for the trains, to acting as an impromptu assistant in Dek's Lab.

Arthur’s Philosophy: Work brings Moolah, but Moolah is the route of all evil. Evil is bad. Therefore, work brings evil, meaning work is bad. Due to this you should avoid work at all costs.

Dek
Age: 48
Species: Vykker
Likes: Treating patients to ‘improve’ them, sucess, Chill Pills.
Dislikes: Failure, people who won’t agree with him about business.
Appearance: He is a basic Vykker, but wears spectacles and a white lab coat.
Items: His box of surgical tools, and an ever present pack of Chill Pills in his pocket.
Bio: Dek was originally a low-class Vykker at the Labs he worked for but he was ambitious. He disagreed with the ways the head surgeons worked, and aspired to run the place himself. He undertook experiments without authorization in his quarter, and when discovered, was praised instead of punished, for his inventions were cost-effective and addictive, from his special cigar that was made of fuzzle skin and Gabbit liver and was addictive but cheap due to its components, to his electric pads, designed to send electric shocks to the nervous system as both a torture device and a masochist's equivalent of nicotine patches. Dek had it made, and rose through the ranks fast, becoming Chief Medical Operator and Inventions supervisor at the labs. He then went to Rupture Farms at a medical request from Arthur, got fired from Vykkers Labs, and is now at Rupture Farms. In his short time at Rupture Farms, Dek has had a multitude of bizarre treatments to adminster, from blinded Mudoknos, to Biig Bro Slis with burnt lungs, to Sligs without eyes and arms, to the eternal enigma that is Anni. He also briefly pursued an attempt at cloning Meeches, but with the Vykker he was co-operating with off sortign that out, he is still at Rupture Farms.

Name: Digit (Serial code: RH-501)
Race: Vykker construction.
Gender: n/a
Age: About 2

Appearance: A metal dome with a single optic visor makes up for the head. Has broad smooth shoulders that look more like armor then part of its body. Has a broad cheat while having an almost non-existent lower body. The small curved bottom has two thin metallic legs protruding from it that end in combat boots that are adorned with a cornucopia of chains. The thin arms protrude from the shoulder pad like shoulders and also end in hands covered in chains. The RH unit is only slightly taller then a Slig, but can extend their height to be more then that of the biggest of Outlaws(Think Inspector Gadget).

Bio: Digit was once a commanding soldier in General Belknap's army. Back then Digit was known simply as RH-501. The RH series were created by the mad scientist Dahmer. The RH series are supposedly superior to the cursed RG series. Lacking in the exponential AI of the RG series(which never worked), but making up for it with abounding functions and combat readiness. RH-501 was actually created with the scrapped parts of the RG-48 unit which might explain his unusual intelligence. The RH unit proved itself in battle and organized its brothers greatly in battle thus becoming a high ranked soldier in General Belknap's army.
Unfortunately the robots had not planned on fighting a great ancient evil created by the Mudomo tribe. The ancient evil obliterated the army and then it turned on its own allies. In the bloody massacre RH-501 escaped and decided he was meant for greater things. Following what he called his 'instincts' the robot made its way to Rupture Farms.

Me
 

Name: *HOWL* translated Scythe
Race: Scrab-paramite
Gender: male
Age: equivalent to 27 in earth years
Appearance: kind of a mutated scrab his father was a scrab but his mother was a paramite so he has ams and can spin webs, has a tiny paramite mouth in his beak also can speak both scrab and paramite however scrabs usually attack him on sight as paramites are nicer to him
Personality: hungry but kind to mudokens eats glukkon slig and meat from meat sacks.
Equipment: 6 metal gloves that make his claws blunt so he doesnt attack anybody
History: stated in appearence try not to make him mad his beak is still uncovered.:fuzmad:

Hey, here's some more characters. I planned to add them before but never really got around to it. Hopefully they'll liven things up around here.


Name: Maguda Wood (everyone calls her Maggie)
Race: Wolvark
Gender: Female
Age: 20 or so
Appearance: She’s tall and roughly teardrop shaped, with long arms, legs, and neck. She has large periwinkle eyes and a pink-noodle tongue that often pokes out of the side of her mouth. She wears a long, shock-blue blouse with white pants and a tan pageboy hat with a small lip.
Personality: Maggie’s gullible and an extreme flirt. She has absolutely no sense of personal space and has a habit of staring, which is often very scary. She’s drawn to all people of the male gender no matter what species they are.
Equipment: She has some cherry lip balm in her pocket.
History: Maggie grew up with her aunt and eleven sisters in a small house in Western Mudos. Her aunt supported the family of twelve by steef hunting. Back then, steef hunting was relatively new, and was practically a goldmine. Money came pouring in, and they had no worries. Then, when Maggie was twelve, the steef started to vanish. It became harder and harder for Maggie’s aunt to take care of the family. Eventually she was forced to sent some of the children away to do work. Maggie got sent to a guard facility in the slums of a huge industrialized city, and she’s been there ever since, working as a sentinel. She works with Skelter and Conway, though her current mission is top secret. If she trusts somebody enough she’s likely to tell them about it, though.



Name: Conway Demilo
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Drone, male
Age: 14 (28 in human years)
Appearance: A mudokon with normal skin and eyes. His unusually-thin feather is braided with metal coils and ends in a fork, like a snake’s tongue. He wears a pair of torn jeans and no shoes (he chose not to wear a shirt... for some reason). On his right hand is a normal, black fingerless glove, and on his left is a thickly plated metal one that’s practically a gauntlet. He’s constantly smiling, flashing rows of perfectly straight teeth.
Personality: He acts like a talk show host; his voice is overly bold, he makes too many hand gestures, pauses in the middle of sentences for dramatic effect, the whole shbang. He has a tendency to over-react in situations and loves to be the center of attention, though he can be submissive and very, very cocky. He gets very defensive around other mudokons, particularly scrubs and those in trouble, and will not hesitate to help them. As said before, he always smiles and talks over-excitedly. When he’s angry he has a tendency to keep smiling but to talk through his teeth as menacingly as possible.
Equipment: He has a pistol in one pocket, though its practically useless seeing as it has no bullets.
History: Conway grew up in a small mudokon tribe by the beach. He was trained to be a Scrab Tracker, which is one who tracks down scrabs so that the hunters of the tribe can kill them to feed the rest of the village.
One day, when Conway was about six, sligs sent from a meat-processing plant nearby invaded the village and captured the entire tribe, forcing them into slave labor. Conway quickly adjusted, becoming what the sligs called a ‘trouble mud’; he threw rocks, bit people, did pretty much anything he could to keep from working and infuriate his slave drivers.
They finally became fed up with his actions and sent him along with ten other muds towards a Mudokon meat processing plant, where he would have been made into a Mudokon Pop. But they had a problem; the city was undergoing a mandatory lockdown at the time, making all live imports temporarily illegal. The caravan containing the Mudokon livestock was caught for attempting to smuggle the muds into the city.
After that was finished, they still had a problem. Nobody knew what to do with the mudokons they had seized. Eventually Conway was sent to work in a guard facility where he would scrub floors. The guards working there, however, soon recognized his remarkable tracking abilities, and enlisted him as their permanent tracker. He is now used to track down escaped convicts and works with Maggie and Skelter (whom of which hates him.)

Name: Doesn't remember his correct name, but likes to call himself Illusion
Race: Mudokon
Gender: Male
Age: He doesn't know. Seems as if he's around 10-14
Appearance: A regular mudokon, although he has silvery-white tattoos all over him. (No, those tattoos don't have special powers)
Equipment: A map he woke up with, a sniper scope, a fork, a picture of a shady figure, a piece of paper with the word ''Garzett'' on it, a single round of a sniper rifle.
History/Background: He doesn't know. He just woke up in Rupture Farms with no knowledge of who he is, what's his name or where is he. Seems to be a severe case of amnesia.

Time for me to upgrade Flares not so awesome profile.

Name: Flare
Species:Slig (Popper)
Gender: Male
Age:16
Appearance: He is your average Slig, armed with a handgun, knife and an Ak-47. His pants have a flame design painted on them as does the armour he wears on his arms and body. His Mask is warn, due to it been given to him by a close friend.
Personality: Flare is quite the average Slig, he tends to sleep once his job is done, and is quite stupid at times. When he actually can be bothered to do his job, he is determined and amazinly speaks as if he is as intelligant as a vykker, but those days are rare very rare. He also loves war, it is what makes him feel alive his slogan "Im not living unless im in battle."
Items/Weapons: Due to his mask not been his it is only capable of seeing in his left eye. This is because the mask belonged to his friend who was half blind. He also has a fairly new handgun, and a survival knife he carries in poaches equipted to his pants, his Ak-47 is what he wanders about with, the gun itself is painted to have a urban design, this easily makes it stand out when he wanders around.
History Flare was actually an employee in the original RF, he was shipped to the barracks a few days before the plant was destroyed. The reasson he was shipped was because he requested to be, as he knew sligs trained there and he always wanted to be amazing, a slig any glukkon could trust with there lives, of corse when he got there the actual barracks was on red aleart and thus extreame training began, Flare amazinly managed to outlast the sligs there and quickly rose to be one of the best sligs there. He left to RF once again when it reopened, his new job slog watching, just like before, he really did hate it and so after failing to get a better job he went back to the Barracks, but unfortunatlly for him when he got back there his best friend was dying, injured in combat, shortly there after the slig 'apparantly' died, and so Flare trained aspiring to return to RF and get the promotion he really wanted in life, to be trusted with any Glukkens life.

(Image coming soon)

There we go Flares new profile ^^

So here is my only character (at the moment)

Name : Security unit-01
Species : Autonomous snoozer (concidered male)
Time on duty : 6 month
Appearance : Just like every snoozer except he is totally autonomous. Since he has been on duty for only 6 month, his armor is all claen and shiny
Item/Weapons : CLASSIFIED by Vikker's lab security dpt.
History : He's a prototype of Snoozer that don't require someone to work. The 6 month duty correspond on training. His personallity is very "computerized" (for now). He can only speak with pre-recorded slig sound (Hi, Freeze, Get'em...) and few other words that he have learned during his training.

name murch
species mudokon
gender male
age around 16
apearance murch has dark green skin and pale grey underside. he is dotted in dark blothes and has a scar on the side of his forhead. he has several tribal tatoos from before his slavery.he wears the raggy shorts of the slaves in his group.
personality he is clever and sharp of wit and has a silver tongue. he is an all time prankster and has an afinity with animals (erums, scrabs, ect.)
items/abilities he can cumminicate with animals and as a strange ability to persuade people it is thought he knows a very eak and basic mind control. he is acrobatic and usualy climbs the heights of rapture farms after his usual chores. he is also a good thrower hence his handcrafted sling and blolos which he has hidden in his poor living quarters.he uses anything he can get as ammunition for his sling.
history he had ben part of a nomadic group of muds where he was a story teller and herds man. until one day his people were ambushed by sligs and taken away. those few left like himself pose resistance where he actyed as a scout and was ultimately capture with the rest of hi people. now he works as a janitor and assembly line worker sneaking off when he can and enjpying his time when he can.

W@RF character
 

Name: Golig
Species: Slig
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance: Medium sized slig, has a very dark face mask and wears metal pants.
Personality: He can be easily fooled, he sleeps more than the average slig, and is very talkative.
Equipment: Metal pants, face mask, and a shooter
History: Golig used to be employed as a bodyguard for a vykker, but was fired becuase he slept to frequently and has has bad luck in finding any other type of work so far.

Just re-posting my character's profile with a little modification

Name : Security unit-01
Species : Autonomous snoozer (considered male)
Time on duty : 6 month
Appearance : Just like every snoozer except he is totally autonomous. Since he has been on duty for only 6 month, his armor is all clean and shiny
Item/Weapons : CLASSIFIED by Vikker's lab security dpt.
History : He's a prototype of Snoozer that don't require someone to work. The 6 month duty correspond on training. His personality is very "computerized". He carries around a lot of weapons and useful items, such as first aid kit, defibrillator, wireless connection enabling remote control to all kind of devices...It appears that he also like electronic music.

Name: Gewehr(guh-vayr')
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Age: 3(A teen)
Appearance: Has the usual appearance of most northern Sligs. He tends to slightly incline his head upwards to show how much of a prideful jerk he is. His skin from behind is a lightish green becoming a bright yellow towards his other side. Dons the usual Slig mask and mechanical pants. Cleaning them often Gewehr's pants easily gleam with a decent amount of light. Though you might have problems you need to work on if you are staring at a Slig's pants.
Bio: Gewehr was born and raised in a northern Mudos Slig Birthing Complex. With expectations at an all time low even Gewehr's lazy unmotivated self graduated Slaughter School.
When other Sligs beat you up for showing any form of kindness you quickly learn to conform and hate everyone. Having his life written down since before he was born Gewehr never had a chance to choose how his life was played. Gewehr didn't care; he had seen movies with Sligs shooting guns. It looked fun.
Ready to start his life Gewehr hopes to get employed at Rupture Farms and live life to the fullest and/or join the endless cycle of consumers.

This char is for Work at Rupture Farms.
If i will play other RPG's on the forum's,i will post more Chars.
Name: Zomb
Race: Vykker
Gender: Male
Age: 60 Odd Years,so 80 Earth years.
Appearance: An average Vykker,but has a half of his body Robot.
Equipment: That Poison Gun and a slaughter Knife.
History: When he had 30 Odd Years,wanted to work at Rupture Farms.
He made very much Pants for Slig,and Slaughted much Muds.

Name:Slago
Species:Slig
Gender:Male
Age:10 in slig years and 17 in human years
Appearance:Looks like every other slig except his mask is darker.
Weapon:Machine gun like other sligs
Personality:Slago is a nice slig but sometimes cruel.His favorite drink is non-alcoholic brew.
Bio:Slago used to work in Rupture farms until it got destroyed.

Name: Skullik
Species: Outlaw
Gender: Male
Age: 22 Earth Years
Appearance: Resembling the rather large "Boss Characters" in Stranger's Wrath, Skullik is roughly 7-ft tall with a huanched back. He has two bull horns on the sides of his head, a large mouth, and two massive arms when compared to his smaller legs. Skullik has a visor running across his red eyes, eyes red enough to be seen through the visors. wears black torn up shorts and has metallic shoulder pads, eternally attatched to his body ever since football practice ..... Don't ask .....
Equipment: Clothing and Visor ^ read appearance
Personality: Many of the small inhabitants of Oddworld would look up in either fear or just plain creeped-out disgust when they look at this snarling beast's face. Skullik is surely enough to most vile horrendous bully for Odd's sake! heheh. Well those fools are wrong. Skullik has no lookout for trouble-making violence, Skullik is rather peaceful and wouldn't wish to hurt even the smallest animal. In fact, Skullik is actually shy, doesn't speak much. Despite this however, Skullik WAS known to stuff his fists into individuals' faces whenever too much trouble aroused .....
Bio: Skullik was first born into a pack of Outlaws within Western Mudos. With destined luck, Skullik was actually the son of his Pack's Alphamale and female. This, along with his abnormal size, automatically moves him up in the ladder of castes, built with pack mentality. Skullik appreciated an Outlaw's life to its fullest. Stealing, Cheating, Lieing, Loitering, Hiding the remote, that kind of sick crap. However, one faithful day, Skullik opened his eyes to the misery he caused others. Caught by the authorities, Skullik was placed on many trials. Many people that he brought pain onto, turned the tables on him in court. Skullik realized the gift of perspective, but was destined for prison ......
Skullik was in his late teens. Let outta the big house, the Outlaw soon realized that his parents and pack were all murdered by drunken scrab wranglers, individuals that were set on revenge. The lone Outlaw felt major sadness, emotions raining down from his very eyes. This made him realize, a life of crime is no way to live. He had to change ...... It all starts ...... with a job ......

Now Skullik has a pet,

Name: Lexi
Species: Paramite
Gender: Female
Age: I'm not sure how to work out animal years ..... adolescent?
Appearance: Roughly smaller than Paramites, but she has a rounder body. Not fat or plump, just lightly rounded.
Equipment: ..... Paramite items?
Personality: Lexi is completley loyal to her master, Skullik. She hardly ever leaves his side and shows much attachment.
Bio: Right after being released from the big house, Skullik managed to save Lexi from being slaughtered by a Pie Bussiness. Things went rough from the start, being a wild animal, Lexi was careful while around Skullik. Now however, she loves him.

Posting my 2nd Character!

Name: Project M.O.D.O.F.K (Mental Object Designet Only for Killing)
Race: Mutant Intern
Gender: Male
Age: ????
Appearance: Intern,but he has Horns,and his Mouth is un-sewed.
Personality: Mad,Obssesed,Loves Killing and Violence.
Equipment: Intern Equipment,MP Player.
History: Was made by Vykker's Lab's,to be the ultimate Guard.
From he's first day on Vykker's Lab's,he must watch Movies with much Violence,listen to Brutal Music (Metal,Industrial,etc.) and make all things to believe,that the World is bad,and everything wants to Hurt Him. He was a Guard for much time,but on he's seventh year of Guard,he was sold to Rupture Farms,because the Vykkers said he was too dangerous to be keeping in there.And there i begin my playing with him......