Yay! More RP's!
I'd think a bit more of a reason ought to be needed, Zozo. Was he native or industrial originally? Did he become industrial forcefully to survive, captured, or willingly as he was interested?
Name: Stan "the Schwarzesligger", Slig #01337
Gender: Male
Species: Big Bro Slig
Age: Slig years: 34
Appearence: A ridiculously huge Big Bro, slightly over half the size again as the usual variety, with ripping muscles all over his body, and probably a few new ones that have grown there. Some old bullet wound scars in his chest, about 7. His skin is mostly red, not quite as deep as the red of a healthy Scrab, but similar.
Equipment: Big Bro pants, with an extra leg added at the front to take his extra weight. Usual masks were too tight a fit, so Elum leather has been used to create a custom one, with belt straps at both ends to adjust fit, and an extra large visor piece adapted to fit (easier to adapt to the leather due to its simple shape, and only one part). The usual red lighting, since it is over a larger area than usual, appears more orange coloured. Carries a heavy, metal ball on a chain, the chain about 3 foot long, carried in a side pocket in his pants, the handle inside and the ball dangling. Also has a dog tag round his neck bearing his number.
Personality: By default, tends to be rather distrustful of other Sligs, often watching them if they merely pass. More friendly with Mudokons in secret, and is unwilling to do them harm without good cause. Highly obediant and respectful of Glukkons. Enjoys the mere presence of any friends he has, happy to just have them near them. Extremely protective of Glukkons, Mudokons and those he cares about, so that he may become rash in his actions, though he is still an intelligent Slig. He his deadly serious about doing his job, though does talk and mess about a little. Stan can become nervous in certain situations. he is not afraid to threaten others using his bulk.
Backstory: As an ordinary Slig, Stan had not yet acquired his nickname. An ordinary guard Slig, he stood, usually alone with his baton (he preferred physical work), assigned to keeping watch of 3 Mudokons, making sure they didn't make an error pulling levers or whatever they were doing. he was rather slack, and allowed these Mudokons to talk quietly, as long as they continued work. Eventually, a trust built up between him and them, and often he would join their conversations, and warn them when Glukkons or other Sligs approached to be quiet. Through this, he gained respect for Mudokons as a race, as he didn't feel that the Sligs he sometimes talked to at lunch could ever see Mudokons in such a light, so he kept it secret from them. One day, an order came through his workplace (a smaller meatfarm than Rupturefarms called
SPEcialty Meats [SPE stood for 'ScrabsParamitesElum']) to all Sligs, to safeguard an important Glukkon who was visiting the factory. He told the three to keep quiet as the Glukkon approached with his Valet Slig, who had a gun, and was assigned to protecting him also. The Valet Slig hated his employer for various reasons, though, and was rather insane. The Valet had stopped, inspecting a barrel with interest, when the Glukkon ordered him to hurry up. The Valet snapped after years of abuse, and opened fire on the Glukkon. Stan saw, and quickly leapt infront of the Glukkon to try to protect him. Bullets dug into him, and he collapsed, but he was too late. The Glukkon was dead. The Valet slid his gun across the floor towards Stan, as security ran round the corner. He told them that Stan had done it, then shot himself in attempted suicide. The friendly Mudokons stood up, and tried to explain the turth about their Slig friend, but where beaten to the ground severely to almost death. Stan lay, bleeding, powerless as he watched his friends taken away, their bruised, broken bodes limp. He was then taken too as he blacked out.
Later, he awoke in chains. He was hanging, pantless, maskless, above some metal things with rounded ends, some to his sides. His bleeding had stopped, the bullets gone, but wounds still remained. An insane Vykker mumbled in a high pitched, maniacal way about 'testing' and 'pain'. He saw the bullets in a bag, his blood, and messy surgical equipment. The Vykker had healed him, but to do what to him now? It laughed insanely as it yanked a lever, and electricity shot from the metal things around him. His body was covered in lightening as it shook violently, his skin burning. This went on for hours as he screamed, and eventually it came off. The pain barely subsided as his skin burned. The Vykker held up a mirror, and he saw his body. Red. His green and yellows had...gone. He was dumbstruck, and the shock of this with the pain caused him to pass out again.
He once more awoke, restrained. His boss stood in front of him, with two guard Big Bros. He had his pants and mask back, at least. The two Sligs next to the Glukkon looked at him in a mocking way. The boss was clearly enraged, almost choking an his cigar. He spat it out, ordered a Slig to give him another, then started yelling. Most of it was incomprehensible, so loud, but he vaguely understood as he shook there. He had committed such a great crime, that he was going to the detention centre for 15 years, Class A cautioning, for his fellany. He then shook as he was lifted, then realised the bonds he was being carried in were held be two Big Bros either side of hime. They emotionessly took him to the train, and away from the factory.
In the Detention centre, various crazy and brutal Sligs were there, a few Mudokons, and one Glukkon, who was also insane, Vykkers, the works. This detention centre was part of a larger facility, that also trained some Sligs. He was jailed in a cell with a Mudokon shaman. Over a few months, he befriended this guy, who turned out often possessed the single Slig that always wandered back and forth along his corridor where Stan was. The Mudokon used this Slig to go off and do things in the training camp often, as this Slig was being trained there as well, but was often punished to guard the jail area. Stan was already strong by this point, rather well toned, as all he had done was use the weight lifting equipment in their free time (1 hour a day), repeating to himself almost all the time "Must be stronger, must be stronger, must be stronger, must be stronger, must be stronger, must be stronger, must be stronger..." and so on, as had become his obession, feeling he hadn't been strong enough to stop the murderous Valet. Eventually, he got his shaman friend to use the trainee Slig that he usually possessed to steal Big Bro steroids for him in his obsession. So, through almost constant use of these and constant weight lifting (as he had been well behaved, he had slowly been given 2, and then 3 and later on 4 hours free time a day, all this spent lifting, as well as using chairs or whatever in his cell), he became absolutely massive. During this period, his supervisors noted his increasing size, and finding no means other than the weight training for it, but gave him Big Bro pants anyway, not really caring much, then having another attached later. The day of his release came, but he wanted to take the shaman with him, who was in for life otherwise. He was not allowed to do so. He then asked again, but when the Slig started saying to the shaman "You done stuff to 'im. You're in for it now..." as he wielded a club, about to swign it down. Stan just snapped and swung an arm at the Slig, sending it flying down the corridor, as it unconciously hit the wall. Amazed at what he had done, he wondered where else his strength would go. He then thought "Well, the shaman's with me now, but the other Mudokons..." since the security had been distinguished for now, he started bending bars for the Mudokons to escape, and they all snuck out the back way at the end of the corridor, out inoto the streets of the undertown. The shaman said that he had somewhere he importantly needed to go. Stan was sad, but respected the shaman's decisison, and let him go, as he took the other Mudokons away. He then realised he needed to go work somewhere, as Sligs on the streets where often trageted and brought to courts to justice, and he'd be found out from the detention centre anyway. He quickly left, and found his way to the Feeco. Depot, picking up a decent weapon along the way, and noticed the adverts. he found one from General Dripik. He'd heard of him, and respected his supreme leadership skills. Hearing of the new set up by him, he was interested in working there. He got on the train departed for there, using the little money he had managed to find (and steal some from Sligs) and some 'persuasion' to get there...
Alignement: Lawful good
That link in the top post doesn't work properly, here's a working one:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alignme...and_Dragons%29
...holy s*it, that is one helluva backstory I've done thar.