Another RPG from PV? Sweet!
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“Danny Ocean Restraining Order” Rule
No more than two criminal masterminds allowed.
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...Hmmm... Naah, I don't wanna fill up that part without giving other people a chance first. I'll wait till we're like 10 pages along, and if there's no-one with any bad-guy characters, I might introduce Ricky and the gang
(I mean, any place with truckloads of moolah is like a Ricky-magnet.)
[EDIT] 8 years before AO?! ....Aaaaaaawwww, maaaaaaan!.... Although I could just wait untill it's 4 years after MO... but that'd mean this RPG would have to go on for even longer than W@RF ever did... ...oh well. Originality is fun.
For now, though, is it alright if I fill the 'check-in guy' quota with a Clakker character?
Name: Terry McSplode
Gender: Male
Species: Clakker
Age: 36 (in relation to human lifespan)
Physical description: Very tall and scrawny, with an unusually long and thin beak (caused by a recessive gene passed on from his mother). His normally dull yellow feathers are given a bright sheen due to his excellent hygene (a.k.a he's a clean freak). Wears a velvet red valet suit (think Lulu's Valet, but not purple), with hundreds apon hundreds of keys, including skeleton keys on his belt. Speaks with a posh accent, like Headley the auctioneer (I would say a British accent but there's no Britain on Oddworld, is there?
). Wears clean white bandages on his feet, as his talons prevent him from wearing proper shoes. Also uses green opple-scented shampoo. Looks like
this.
Equipment: His keys, and a very small pistol which is hidden inside his suit (for self-protection purposes only). He doesn't usually carry his wallet with him; he doesn't really need it, and also he tends to get it mixed up with the till.
Personality: Reasonably cheerful to customers, quite laid-back in his approach to work and gets along well with his friends and acquaintances. Pretty lazy though, and tries not to do anything unessesary. Very calm and, well, cool, you know the 'look arrogant with your eyes half-closed and looking sideways' kind of cool. Likes his creature comforts, and is known to take a nice, long bubble bath every day after his shift. Also smokes, and likes to have a few drinks as well.
Class: Employee
Biography: Was born out west as a Mongo river simpleton, along with his mother, Mabel and older brother, Murphy. Because of the mysterious dissapearence of their father, Muphy had been the breadwinner, and worked hard to support the family. However, after a freak accident at the barn involving a large amount of explosives, Muphy's cognitive state had been reduced to a babbling, pyromaniac psychopath. Terry had barely turned 13 when Murphy was transferred from the general hospital to the mental one, after several incidents leading to the deaths of many nurses, doctors, Interns and even patients who dared go near him. It's still not known whether Murphy had caused these deliberately or not, seeing as he is in no state to tell anyone.
Terry elected to travel around and try to find work away from their small country town, and through hard work and many job applications, he managed to find his way into working as a check-in guy at Ranrs Francium Palace. He still works to support his mother, and sends moolah cheques over to her by mail every month.
DnD Alignment: Lawful Neutral.