The First OddWORLD War
Okay, okay... okay.
This is an RPG. Duh. The idea is pretty simple; The industrials and the natives are at the brink of war. And as all of you know, all wars has two sides- the good guys and the bad guys. It's up to you to decide who is the good and who is the bad. The Sides : The Natives: Includes mudokons , gabbits and the Raisin(+the wildlife). You can be Abe, Munch or any of the official characters if you want. +Can use meetles as transportation and when equipped- can be used in battles. +Has an affection for wildlife +Can survive in woods/deserts longer than the industrials +Has the tactical advance- i.e. Chanting +Created to move in the woods/desert +High morale +Great teamwork -Not that good with technology -Can sometimes be covardly -Give up easily when "cornered" (note: Mudokon Scrubs are not native, they are a part of the industrials!) Application form for a native: Name: Race: Sex: Age: Religious race: (For mudokons- is he/she a Mudomo, Mudanchee or Mudoncho.) Status: (i.e is your character a flake or maybe a tomahawker?) Special skills: (Can climb trees, throw rocks, you name it. Just make it reasonable. No superpowers like, heat vision and stuff!. If you are a Gabbit, the you can automatically control fuzzles.) Personality: Physical description: Tidbits: (This is totally optional, this is where you add all the cheesy details.) The Industrials: Includes sligs(all forms), slogs, glukkons, interns, vykkers and the mechanical creature(Shrinks, Snoozer...) +Can use Mugs in battle. +Can use Blimp for transportation and for spying +Can use trains +Highly skilled with industry +Deadly weaponry +Merciless +Numerous -Lack teamwork -Rather stupid -Useless/helpless when in nature -Unmotivated -Covards when facing superior numbers Application form for an industrial Name: Race: Sex: Age: Property: (For a glukkon or vykker/ wealthly slig with high status) Workforces under command: (Same as above.) Status: (What's your status.) Weapons: (Only for sligs, interns and vykkers.) Personality: Physical description: Tidbits: (This is totally optional, this is where you add all the cheesy details.) [EDIT] Almost forgot... You play this game like this... Your character: "Saying stuff" *doing stuff* (Thinking stuff.) ..................and.................. You are not allowed to use other players characters, if you do not have a permission from the owner of the character. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> C'mon up, don't be shy and JOIN! |
Cool, I'll join
Name: Phil Race: Flying Slig Sex: Male Age: 21 property:- workforces:- Status: Sergant of a squad of six flying sligs, all named with numbers. Weapon: He carries a long rifle, the rest of his squad carry a mix of weapons. Personality: A fighter, not a Lover Physical appearence: has a large scar across his chest from when he worked at rupture farms. Tidbits: Has a long history of accidents at work. |
Me, too.
Natives Name: Dernamen Race: Mudokon Sex: Male Age: 8 (27 in human years) Religous Race: Mudomu (what is muduncho?) Status: Mudarcher Special skills: More sproose than normal. Can climb Personality: Thinks before acts, smart, nice, and merciful Physical description: Thin, tall, Red Hair, and Green body paint on a paler than normal skin. Tidbits: I don't know! |
Natives
Name: Sacrif Race: Mudokon Sex: Male Age: 22 Religious race: Mudoncho Status: tomahawker Special skills: He can do the high jump and he is atlethic Personality: Womanizer Physical description: he is furious about the sligs Tidbits: in the past there was a slig that stept on his toe |
*sniggers stupidly*
..hehe... forgot my own characters...
~~~~~~~~~industrial ~~~~~~~~ Name: Christopher "Chris" Race: BigBro Slig Sex: Male Age: 16 Property: Nothing except his armour and weapons. Workforces under command: Commands the 4. Blitzpacker squadron and is the SIC at the Barracks. Status: Lieutenant-general Weapons: The bigger Blitzpacker and a Lungbuster Personality: Commanding and demanding. Likes guns and rock music. Knows how to play a bass. Also likes to smoke ,drink and smile. Physical description: Buffed like all the bigbros. Tidbits: Has a secret desire to dress up as a woman. ~~~~~~~~ native~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Dominic Race: Mudokon Sex: Male Age: 28 Religious race: Mudanchee Status: Shaman Special skills: Knows how to make friends with scrabs Personality: A cool guy, some might say he is a live-wire. Is a real chick magnet! Physical description: Bony, but tall. Loves to wear feather decorations . Tidbits: Dominic is afraid of Alf's rehabs. He thinks camomile makes you see stuff. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :
Do you think I should create separated workforces? You know, like different detachments... (something like; The Flying slig squadron nro. 33?) |
I dont see why not. It sounds good. Thanks for clearing up the muduncho thing for me. But what do the different Religous Races do?
And when can we start? |
Religious stuff has to do with what tribe, and maybe even inter-tribe wars.
Any way workforces sound good |
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The Religious Races define the way of thinking and of course, the creature they worship. It also has little to do with personality. Mudomo are more peace-loving Mudanchee are brave and proud warriors Mudoncho are more like rangers... you know... rangers :) Anyway, the detachments: *only for industrials* The Blitzpacker Squadron : Only for BigBros. They're like the commando/SWAT forces of Oddworld. Very deadly in combat. Commander: Christopher (my very own Chris..;)) The Blunderbluss Squadron: Almost the same as the Blitzpacker squad, except this is for normal sligs. Is more into special missions. Leader: LT. Paulmer (owned by ferill) The Flying slig Air Squadron : Only for flying sligs You can run, but you can't hide. Commander: Phil (owned by hobo) The Spies : For all. They are spies. They spy on on the enemy. Duh. Commander: Brendan (owned by Seargentbig) The Snooz-em's : For vykkers and interns. They're the "less-used" forces, they carry Snuzis and they're more like war police, they anaesthetize the foe and take them to vykkers labs for test subjects. Run if you see one of these guys. Commander: The Pioneers : Hurray! They make bridges! For all. Commander: Infantry : They walk and shoot. For all. Commander: The Medics: : For vykkers and sligs. Medical forces trained to work on a war-zone. Commander: Doc (Owned by Abe's Son) Please let me know if somebody wants to be a commander in one of these ...thingies... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~Shall we start? ::::::::::::::::::::::: ic :::::::::::::::::::::::: Chris: *sitting in his small office at the Barracks, waiting for a new order. He is fingering an ink pencil.* ....*sigh* *he takes out a cigarette and lights it* Chris: Odd... This day has been... boring... No new volunteers for the army... no coffee... no doughnuts... no nothing. *starts biting the filter tip of his cig, eyeing the clock now and then* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ meanwhile at a mudokon village.... Dominic: *is making little figures out of sticks and leaves. This has drained all his attention. * ...steady now... *places a stick onto pile of other sticks.* ...Ah! Here we go. Yet another perfect scrab! I'm so proud of myself. *stretches and scratches his armpit* Dominic: Whoa... I'm getting hungry... I'll just-- make another scrab first and after that, I'll go to find something to eat. ***************************** |
*Phil is in the flying slig training area. Below there are moving targets.*
Phil: #1 GO! FS(Flyingslig)#1: Yes SIR! *FS#1 lines up his shotgun and hits* Phil: #2 GO! FS#2: *Pulls out scoped rifle and gets head shot* Phil: #3 GO! FS#3: *fumbles with grenade, phil has to knock it out of his hands before it explodes* Phill: Weekend Pass canceled! #4,5 and 6 go! FS4,5 and 6: *They each pull out cannon like weapons, that are semi-automatic but are powerfull 3 explosions litter the ground with debris* Phil: Good work! R&R for all of you but #3! |
Dernamen: *Finds Dominic*
"hello! I just..." Crunch! "OW! My foot! My foot! It hurts! Oh. sorry about the scrab model. don't worry, most of it is intact. even if "intact" does mean in my foot. Er, anyway, I just came here. What am i supposed to do now?" |
*All the flying sligs but #3 and phil are playing with a beach ball in the air. #3 is busy polishing his gun. Phil flies in with a medal on his chest. *
Phil: #3, tell the guys that we are now an official workforce. That means I'm now a leutenant (sp.) and the top two of you guys will become sergents. This also means we're gonna get alot more sligs here from now on. *#3 flies outside to see the ball collide with the rotor on #5's back #3 then tells them the news* |
I'm joining!
Industrial Name: Admiral Fred Race: Glukkon Sex: Male Age: 40 Property: A strategic Glukkon Admiral, wears black suit and medals Status: Big Cheese, who learned about military earlier Personality: not an ordinary Glukkon, because he yells less with his soldiers than others Tidbits: nothing unusual. Name: #5 Slig Race: Slig Sex: Male Age: 20 Workforces under command: guard of Admiral Fred, Infantry lieutenant Status: a respected Slig Popper Weapons: has a shotgun, a two-eyed mask with laser-sight Personality: friendly with his soldiers, merciless with the enemy Tidbits: he lived in Slig Barracks before Fred hired him. |
((ooc- waaahhh! i cant deny your awsome power of pursuasion TRM, i must join!))
Native---- Name- Lani Race- Mudokon Sex- Female Age- 21 Religion- Mudanchee Status- Tomahawker Skills- Can chant and possess, but she doesn't like to use it. Personality- Sweet, kind, but ruthless in battle. Physical Description- She is muscled, she has a long brown feather and purplish skin. Name- Mihoshin Race- Slig Sex- Male Age- Unknown Property-None Status- A hired mercenary. Workforces- None Weapons- Sniper rifle, a regular slig rifle (i forget what its called) survival knife in pants. Personality- Very mysterious, quiet, those kinds of things PD- he has a two eyed mask with special attatchments for his job, he wears a black scarf and shoulder armor. Tidbits- He will be hired by either side, as long as they pay enough. ~~~in Mud village~~~ Lani- *walks around village, waiting for something to happen* Oh, I hate waiting! ~~~~Somewhere near an industrial camp~~~~~ Mihoshin- (with this war, I'll probably be getting a few job offers. Industrials don't really like those Mud chanters, maybe I can talk my way into taking a few out for them.) *walks into camp* |
Dominic: *watches horrified when Dernamen stepped on his "scrab"* ...Erm... Hi Dernamen... You know what, why don't you come with me to look for something to eat...? That's a great idea. Let's go! *pulls Dernamen out of his hut with him*
What do say if we go to see Alf. He might have something good to eat. I'm getting hungry. *his stomach growls* Dominic: Okay... where was Alf's hut again...? I always forget it... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris: *sleeping at his desk* --*Chris' dream*-- He sees himself standing in front of a big crowd, all of them applauding and whistling. Chris is wearing a pink tutu with flower decorations on it, he has a big rose bouquet in his right hand. Chris: This... is *sniff*... the happiest day---in my life! Thank you! Thank you all! --*Chris wakes up*-- Chris: Argh! *looks around * ...phew... Good Odd that was one freaky dream! Geez... a pink tutu? ...I wonder if it would fit me...? *grins* Of course it would! Everything looks good on me! Heh-- anyway... back to work... *snuggles against his desk and falls asleep* |
Name: Doc
Race: Slig Sex: Male Age: 22 Property: Medic kit, case'o beer, pack'o sigs, zippo Workforces under command: Medics Status: Medic Weapons: Snoozie Personality: Skitzo Physical description: has a slightly flat skull Tidbits: The flat skull is front when he ran into a wall....that explains the skitzafranicness...ness |
*Phil and his squad are on guard duty. Their job is to patrol the skies.*
#2: This sucks! Phil:Ok then seeing as you have an objection to this work. Shall i volenteer you for canteen duty?? #2: NO Sir! *Below them a team of sligs are on the shooting range. In the distance Phil can see a large scrab herd* Phil: *Into radio* Captian? We have found a large herd of scrabs, shall we eliminate or ignore? Captain: Eliminate, we've got some glukkons coming today and if anything so much as scratches them, you can kiss that workforce goodbye! *Phil and his squad fly over the scrabs, the scrabs vainly try to jump at them but end up stumbing on the ground* Phil: #4#,5 and #6 long range MOVE! #4,#5and#6: Yes sir! * they scurry off to a quite a distance and open fire with their cannon like guns* Phil: #2 extreme range! #2: SIR! * #2 flies a huge distance away and preps his sniper rifle* #1 and #3 : Take out any run aways #1and#3: SIR! *They move off to positions where they're likely to escape* *Phil hovers directly above them and loads his rifle* Phil:*Into radio* All sligs, FIRE! *The first volly of attacks strikes into the scrabs, the cannon blasts making huge crators* Phil: *Radio* All men fire at will! * The scrabs fall in large numbers, phil is picking off the alpha scrabs with his rifle, his engine starts to splutter, he then looses some height* Phil: Heavy weapons hold your fire! * Phil then plummets down into the remaining scrabs* Phil: Heavy weapons team! Search and rescue! *#4,#5 and #6 start to sweep the area looking for Phil. Suddenly #5 spots him being thrown about by a scrab. It starts stomping as if it was doing it's whirlwind attack. It suddenly falls to the ground* |
Dernamen: *limping*
"Um, I don't know where alf's hut is, but im told that the rehab is over there somewhere." *points somwhere* "or is it..." *points in apparently random locations, until he covers just about everywhere with his finger* "Hmmm. I guess i don't know where it is." |
Lani- *overhears Dernamen and Dominic talking about Alf. She approaches them* H-hey, if you wanna know where Alf's rehab is, it's right over there. *she points and smiles sweetly*
------------- Mihoshin- *Wanders around the camp. He enters a building and soon makes his way to Chris's office. He opens the door to see a sleeping Big Bro.* *mumbles* What a pathetic waste of flesh and bone. *calls to the slig* Excuse me, but might I ask where I might be able to get hired? |
Dominic: Ah! Lani! It has been a while since I last saw you--last Friday was it? That is a long time in a village this small--hehheh.
*ahem* Anyway- thanks for the directions! Would you like to join us for a cup of tea? *swallows in disgust as he thinks of a hot steaming cup of camomile tea and shrudders* Dominic: ... you do need your strength when battle calls- now do you? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chris: *jumps awake when Mihoshin called him* Huh!? Oh yeah, hi, *cough* ...to get hired, eh? *lights a cig and stands up sniggering- making his office look ridiculously small compared to his massive body. He walks to Mihoshin and pats him on his back* Chris: You've come to right place! So now... *he walks back to his desk* ...did you come here to join the army... or are you a mercenary....? *quickly scans through Mihoshin's gear* Hmmm--- you're a mercenary... So, let's get started: "Name... Age.. Origin of your birth... this means like a birthplace... or something... Salary.... And then the workforce you'd like to join... Oh yes, and special skills, if you are a mercenary- this determines how much are we gonna pay ya. If you're good- you get paid well--if you suck-- you get even worse pay than the scrubs down at the Barracks!" *leans against the window frame, eyeing the mercenary slig curiously* |
Dernamen: *Looks at Lani, then nods*
"ok, thanks for the directions" *Heads off in the direction of the rehab* |
Phil: #1 get the medics!
*#1's voice comes over the intercoms around medical room in the base/bunker* #1: We need Medics in sector 3, Scrab injury, heavy bleeding may need urgent attention* Phil: Guys, sweep destroy the rest of them! |
Doc: *wakes up* OK GUYS YOU HEAR THEM!
*interns jump out of cots and run to a helicopter outside* Doc: *runs out there and gets in the helicopter takes off and flys twords the scean now in range of visibility* |
All the sligs but Phil are mopping up the rest of the scrabs when #3 chases one into a forest.
#3: (wow where am I?) *Looks at GPS on his wrist*, Wow this isn't even charted! I'd better get on the radio *As he picks up the radio a spear just misses him, he looks down and see's he's hovering over a mud village* |
Lani- Of course! I'd love to join you for tea! *leads them to Alf's*
----------- Mihoshin- Well, my name is Mihoshin, my age is of no concern, I do not know my origin, my salary will depend on my job (I get paid per job), I do not commit to workforces. My skills include, sniper skills, hand to hand combat, I have knowledge and can use any and all weapons in Oddworld and I am a master of disguise and a spy. And of the matter of me 'sucking', ....heh,....let's just say you'd be foolish not to hire me. |
*Phil sees the copter*
Phil: Heads up guys, copter coming in! Meanwhile.......... #3 is under quite heavy fire from the muds. #3: Ok I give in! Surrender! * He flies to the ground and throws his weapons on the floor* #3: Peace? |
*Fred and #5 Slig walk in Slig Barracks*
Fred: "I wonder who is the leader here now." #5 Slig: "There must be a sign here somewhere. The taskmaster of Slig Barracks usually has an office, like Gen. Dripik had." Fred: "Maybe someone 'inherited' his office." #5 Slig: "I think that's possible. But where was Gen. Dripik's office?" Fred: "I don't know. YOU lived here, not me." #5 Slig: "But I never had to meet Gen. Dripik. I saw him sometimes, but those who tried to follow him to his office are locked in a cell or sent to the Queen." Fred: "Hmm, not bad. We better ask someone around here." |
Dernamen: *Sipping a tea at - well, alf's rehab and tea.*
*New Character* Name: Brendan Race: Slig Sex: Male Age: uh... 10? Property: Sniper rifle, silent rotors WUC: Uh, commander of the spy forces, if you let me. Status: Flying slig Weapons: Special Night Vision Sniper Rifle, Tazer. Personality: Determined, smart. Physical description: Uh, looks like a slig. Tidbits: Likes birds. |
Dominic:*sits on a comfy looking chair and yells to Alf* Heyyy Alf! The Shaman Dominic has an order! I need service!
Alf: *yells from behind the counter* No serving to tables Dominic! And you know it! C'mere if ya want to drink something! Dominic: *mumbles and stands up* Lani, what would you like to have? ~~~~~~ Chris: Hmmm... *eyeing Mihoshin* Hmmm... Well... You sound determined of your skills... That's good! That's very good! You're hired! *opens a drawer and takes out an application form* Chris: Sign 'ere. So, your payment is 450 moolah per day and from every captured mudokon native, you'll get an extra 1000 moolah to your account. You will get your money when you resign. This contract includes a bed at the Barracks, daily meal and the pass to all areas inside the Barracks. You made a good choise, my man. Welcome to the Slig Barracks. Oh yeah, and prepare yourself, we are doing an assault to a nearby mudokon village tomorrow. Expect some heavy resistance. Now get lost-- I've got paperwork to do. |
*Phil is recovering well in the medical room. #1 is incharge. He is having a discussion with Chris *
#1: We need to use a less- deadly force in the village, #3 is in there! He's been taken captive. *Meanwhile #3 is under mud guard. A mud comes in , he has a large tatoo down his face* |
Brendan: *Flies into the medical room, spots #1 and Chris, then Phil*
"Woah! what happened to him? ----- Dernamen: *Fineshes tea, walks out of the rehab.* "Now what do I do?" *Spots a tree that desperately needs climbing* "Aha! Ill be a lookout!" *Runs over to tree, starts climbing* |
#1: Phil had a run in with a scrab................ any way, got to go to the armory, they say they have news.........
*#1 and the rest of the remaining squad fly out the nearby windows* #1: *Talking to head of armory, a large vykker* So whats up?? Vykker: Your team has been chosen to prototype the new flying slig ordanance weapons..... *points towards a large cannon with four harnessess for the sligs to move/ control it.* #1: Wow! A four slig job! Vykker:Five if you include the ammo man, each ammo man can hold 2 cluster shells, the only ammo we have at the moment, but each cluster shell unleashes tiny shells that cause havoc! #1: So we're using this for the attack tommorow right? Vykker: Yes. |
name: LT. Paulmer
race: slig sex: male age: 37 property: enhanced slig rifle with extended magazine, flash hider, 2X scope and flash light. NVG's. Radieo and laser aimer. Shoulder pads with SSF written on them. WUC: leader of the slig special forces team. status: lutenant weapons: enhanced slig rifle, auto pistol sidearm. personality: strong, "perfect leader" type. Physical discription: a normal slig, but with green "eyes" on mask. tidbits:know for taking down 2 scrabs with a knife. |
lt. Paulmer calls up his team.
"okay team, lock and load. We have a cleansing mission, he have to look for survivors on a downed blimp in enemy territory, this will be a hostile engagement, so bring all the supplies u need." *looks at team: Foely, with his enhanced sniper rifle. Rogers, with his long ranger shotgun. Blackburn, with his enhanced rifle. *whispers "damn what a good team" 3 hours later, the team are on a dropblimp, on their way to the crash site. They all begin loading their weapons. "ETA in 5!" shouted the pilot. "4, 3, 2, 1" a red light beeped. "down and clear" the team jumped out and ran to the crash site., Foley covering their six. They get to it. 3 paramites are feasting on a dead slig. "hostiles!" shouted paulmer Paulmer and blackburn each fired a shot burst, killing the animals. *voice over radieo "noone survived the crash, do u hear ,me lutenant? NOONE survived the crash" *paulmer "i dont think i understand u sir" the team walk into the blimp, dead bodies all around them. *voice on radieo "noone survived the crash" *paulmer "the pilots still alive" a slig with no pants on slowly crawls towards Paulmer. *voice on radieo "NOONE SURVIVED THE CRASH LUTENANT!" *paulmer "yes sir" paulmer fires at the slig survivor, killing him. *paulmer "orders from command, kill all survivors, no questions asked" *team "YES SIR!" so what was on that blimp that meant so much that all survivors had to be killed? |
Dernamen: *At the top of the tree. Feels a slight shiver, as if something happened*
"Eugh. That didn't feel good" ----- Brendan: * Decides to survey the area they were going to attack tommorow. Flies off with a radio* |
((ooc:Ferill rp'ing, this i gotta see))
*#1 and the rest of the remaining squad are trying out the prototype* #1: #5 Keep it steady!, #2 load one cluster shell *#2 hovers over to the back of the large cannon and inserts a shell* #1: *into radio* request cluster shell crate drop in target zone alpha....... Radio: Confirmed. ETA 8 minutes #1 Target, nav point havoc 5 *The cannon wheels around* #1: FIRE! * An almighty blast fires the shell, it sends all 4 carriers backwards and downwards* #1: WOW! |
Dernamen: (If I spot a suprise attack, the only way to alarm is to shout. I need something like a gluckon fone I've heard about.)
"Aha!" *Climbs down tree* |
*The squad are summoned to the attack force summoning zone, they quickly make their way there*
#1: what a huge attacking force, this looks like a huge invasion. * a glukkon walks up to the podium* Gluk: Everyone knows their assignments right? *His valet turns the page on his clipboard* Oh yes, Phils squad, you're going to have your assignment changed, you are no longer artillary, you are a stealth search and rescue op. You shall sneak in the night before the attack, lay some C4 and rescue #3 silenced weapons only. Visit the armory now, on the double! *The squad quickly move towards the armory* #1: Stealth gear! *The same Vykker as before comes out with 6 black uniforms, silent rotor blades and some silenced SMG's and pistols* #1: 6 why? Vykker: #3 is comming out isn't he? Oh yeah you forgot this *hands #1 some blocks of C4 and a detonator* You need to take out any guard towers or meetle pens* #1: Yes Sir! |
((OCC: awsome! ok if I join you guys?))
~~New Character(s)~~ Native Name: Nomad Race: mudokon Sex: male Age: 24 Religious race: a mix of all three. Status: Flake / bard Special skills: Nomad is a bard, is amusing /entertaining, good at creating a diversion, a bit of a pickpocket, and is an escape-artist… Personality: Nomad is friendly, mischeivious, witty, comical, musical, spontanious, & before I bore you, easy-going. Physical description: Ya see my avatar? There’s Nomad (accept he doesn’t carry the vase!) Tidbits: Although he tries to resist, Nomad has a bad habit of eating any toadstool (mushroom) he comes across. Native Name: Jeteal (Jet) Race: mudokon Sex: female Age: 9 Religious race: unknown Status: flake/child Special skills: Jeteal can swim, as well as climb & run very fast. She is also very intuitive, and often can sense when something bad is about to happen. Personality: She is very gentle & sweet. Jet is used to spending most of her time alone--which makes her a bit shy. Physical description: Jet's feather is a lighter shade of purple (lavender/lilac in color). She is a small & thin child, but she makes up for that with uncanny speed & agility. Tidbits: Jet has a small leather (back)pack she carries with her. She was abandoned in the middle of the woods by..well…she never tells anyone who left her. Jeteal also loves tea. Industrail Name: Merit Race: Slig (armored popper) Sex: male Age: 17 Property: A slog named Jaws, a blue mask that also works as night vision, and he always has a pack of cigarettes & a lighter in a hidden pocket in his pants (as well as a pocket knife). W.F.U.C: An infantry of armored & un-armored popper sligs. Status: Armored slig (popper) Weapons: his gun, his slog, & a pocketknife that he carries in a hidden pocket in his pants. Personality: Fairly sociable—for a slig that is. When Merit is pissed off, however, he’s not someone you want to mess with. Physical description: Since Merit doesn’t take his armor off much, not many see what he realy looks like... Tidbits: Jaws is always at his side. Has very good aim. ~~~ |
I'm gonna add myself a new character......
Name: Joab Race: Mud Sex: Male Age: 18 Religious race:, Mudanchee Status: Is a Mudarcher engineer Special skills: Is able to make and use simple industrial weapons. And can make spooce bombs Personality: Is a weak fighter with native weapons but skilled with basic industrial weapons Physical description: Is weak in the upper body but can run well due to long legs. Tidbits: Rumor has it that he was raised by wild sligs........ *Joab is sitting by a stream on his own with several balls of spooce and somee various metal components. * Joab: *to himself* Right now lets see if this works* He places the spooce on the ground next to a tree and puts a large metal antenna in the spooce, he walks away and then starts to chant. The Spooce bomb explodes taking out a huge group of trees, through the gap he can see the barracks.* Hmmm I wonder what that is? *walks towards it with a pistol in hand* |
Chris: *is alerted when he hears distant explosions* Huh? What the hell?
*suddenly, a slig from the information section knocks on Chris' door and comes in* Slig: Sir, I've brougth you the info of the last plane take-offs and battle movements, sir! *hands a pile of documents to Chris* Chris: *takes the documents and reads them quickly trhough* What the HELL!! Who the hell ordered these? Slig: Ehm... I'm..-*swallows* -I'm not sure... sir... Chris: *yelling at the slig* Well, then you'd better hurry you ass and find out who's orders they were! NOW! Slig: Yes sir! *stumbles out of the small office* Chris: I'm dead! *takes the mike and announces to all the troops at the battle field* Chris: *roaring into the mike* This is lieutenant-general Chris speaking:All units, GET YOUR ASSES OUTTA THERE!!Cease fire!! General Fred in on his way to the Barracks! He is too close to the fire zone! I repeat; cease fire! General Fred is too close to the fire zone! ~~~~~~~~~~ Dominic:*feels how the explosions shake the ground* Whoa! Whoa! That wasn't an earthquake and that's for sure! The industrials are attacking! Lani, Alf quick-- go warn everybody of the attack! I must prepare for battle! *runs out of the café , heading for his hut* Dominic: Ooh! I hate when this happens! *runs in his hut and takes out some bodypaints and starts painting his body full of typical Mudanchee warpaintings.* ~~~~~~~~~~ |