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OOC: Thank you for the warm welcome, Slaveless!  As for your question... yes there may be some random steef roaming around. The reason why they were fighting was to get thier food back, as Rupture Farms had taken scrabs, paramites, (and even a steef or two) to make their products. That means less food for the steef. So Scratch brought a couple of steef with him to a forest to try and find some food. The steef he brings with him will only be temporary, though, as Scratch gets thrust into the search for the Albino Scrab. I'll have my first post that follows his story up soon. |
OOC: Steef Sirloin's? XD
Uh...Sklitch doesn't really end up doing much, really. Mind if I ditch him for a different character that might be a bit more active?
Name: Jeff
Species: Slig (mutant)
Gender: Male
Appearence: A Slig, due to a genetic mutation, the legs, normally small, uselss and stuck together with no muscle, are seperated and usable (knees). Also, due to his far more active lifestyle and activity of parts of his body, has become stronger than the average Slig that does little except carry a gun and sleep. He packs a powerful punch (nothing like a Steef, but come on, a normal Slig that doesn't get almost ANY excersise isn't gonna hurt you much with a punch, is it?
Personality: See's both sides of things, has a very caring and understanding nature (he wasn't beaten into submission and unatural personality like other Sligs). Tend's to piké stuff.
Equipment: A stolen Spoocebow from a Mudokon, modified into a powerful normal bow, with a quiver of Paramite fang-tipped arrows, collected from skeleton's scattered around. Others use Scrab teeth, claws, or whatever else he can find, generally animal 'weapons'. A belt with 10 pockets for storage of items he finds/steals, 5 grenades he has on him currently, and 4 lumps of meat.
Bio: Born from a Slig queen (may be Skillya, but could have been another [surely over the planet there's more than one female representative of the species?]), Jeff was discarded from being sold into Glukkon work due to his mutation, and was thought useless. They didn't bother killing him, he was just tossed out. Other Sligs quickly attacked and beat him, but he ran. Ran on his legs.
After a while, he settled down into a town and lived, talking to locals who generally ignored his mutation as they didn't care much about anything, eating what he could steal and find around in the nearby forest, such as fruit. He learned better language slowly from the residents.
Unfortunately, this did not last. Glukkons and other Sligs moved in, pushing the residents out as they built a foul smelling factory nearby. Jeff could smell it, but didn't care much about it like the others, using the confusion to steal more valuables, from locals and Sligs alike.
He then decided to investigate. He hung around the factory, quiter than the Sligs with their noisy, heavy pants, as he seiftly darted around the factory. Some Sligs were then fired, but had been reassigned for another job. He followed them through the forest, where they entered a fake, but convincing tree stump. So far from then, he has been hiding around the forest, spying on various animals and people.
IC: Jeff quietly stalked through the leaf litter. Cautious of Paramites that may be hiding in the shadows. He then heard a faint noise. He stalked closely. An odd creature with two Mudokon's was talking into a mike. He tried to think what it was...he'd seen one in the factory before. An Intern.
He couldn't make out what was being said, but he could tell she was wounded. But...would it be dangreous to try to help? For now, anyway, he decided to protect them from what may appear to attack them from the shadows. He couldn't help it, he didn't really want to, but he couldn't just
leave the injured thing. So he remained, watching for danger. He held a sharp arrow at the ready.