I guess I will join... I will make only two, due to the quota.
Name: Jaime H. (The H stands for Hank, but he would never say it)
Nickname: Aimer.
Gender: Infertile Male
Species: Worker Class Slig
Alliance: Land Muggers [Barracks]
Rank: Private in the Omega Squardren
Age: 19 ( in truth he is only two years old)
Physical Description: Jaime is basically your average Slig. He is tiny (average size, really, but kind of small), not really that muscular, and wears the double lens mask. His skin is a little more lighter than most Sligs, as well as his nails. He also has a armor plate on his chest that has a code number on it that says: Omega.
Equipment: Your basic pants, except these have clips on the sides that allow him to attach weaponary and the such. He ususally carries around a Single Barrel Blitz Packer in his hands as a weapon. Aimer also carries around a baton on his pants, several other ammo pieces, and a flare.
Biography: Upon birth, Sligglets are given a number, which identifies them. Some Sligs are allowed to keep their number if they want for their name, but most choose to give themselves another name. The Sligs from the birthmother Hank after graduation are allowed to give themselves their own name. Even a last name, if they wanted.
Jaime, after given complete instructions on how to be a proper Slig (Sligs are given training to make sure they are fit for be a security guard, not exactly on how to shoot a gun), was given the choice to be given a name aside from his number. Of course, Jaime had thought of two names to name himself. He had looked up in a Name Yourself for Dummies book to find his first name, which he was pleased with. He thought it was very fitting. His last name Hank, was the name of his birthmother, who he had loved very close to the heart. So at the Naming Ceremony (which was really a small bar where the Glukkon who wasn't drunk and lost three bets in a row would be in charge), Jaime had proclaimed his complete name. Jaime Hank.
From that moment on, Jaime was picked on for naming himself both names that weren't very manly, in fact, kind of girly by Slig standards. Jaime was the laughing stock at the ceremony. Although both names were close to heart, he began to feel ashamed of himself. He couldn't forget the time where other Sligs started to laugh at him, while his friends were disgusted to even know him. He shocked him so much that later on, he gave himself a nickname based off of his first name. With the name Aimer, Jaime thought the jokes would stop.
Unfortunently, when Jaime had been assigned to Ammonition Tower 804, his masters and Slig instructor had to know his real name. The Glukkons would snicker at the sight of him and the Slig instructor would be exceptionally strict and harsh to him.
Feeling small was very emphasized here, since neither was accepted for his name, he was never really promoted for his work at the Tower. His gun was small and merely just a shotgun. He was only given a baton for a primary weapon, while the shotgun was only to be used in emergencies. As a result, Jaime has very little self estem.
As of six months ago, things got much different and very frightening. There was first a news report that 29 Mudokons had suddenly disappeared from their work stations at the biggest meatplant on Oddworld, Rupture Farms. There were also reports of several security devices left on the floor had disappeared, along with many Sligs dead. The only possible suspect for the cause was a Mudokon named Abe, who was wanted only shortly after attempting to run away, and was suspected to have left. It caused quite a tense moment at the work staff, for this never happened. Some just claim it is just a false rumor and just a way for people to know what this New 'n Tasty is. About two days later, a front page articale had describe the horror; Rupture Farms had been shut down. All of the power had been cut, all 100 Mudokons had escaped from the factory, most of the Sligs had been killed, the entire board had been killed, and Mullock had gone missing. In the following days, SoulStorm Mines had been shut down, along with Bonewerks, FeeCo. Depot, and Slig Barracks. All with the same incidents; Sligs had been killed, along with important Glukkons, and Mudokons gone missing. Eventually SoulStorm Brewery had been completely destroyed. All fingers pointed to Abe the escapee.
There was a fear among everyone. Who was next? Why was this happening? Several Mudokons had attempted escape. Even more incidents would happen. Several factories and a Vykkers Labs had been shut down. Explosions occured. Sligs, Interns, Vykkers, and Glukkons were killed. The last Gabbit had been turned into a terrorist. Wealth was drained. The Glukkon queen had to be put on life support. Chaos was everywhere. Even in the Mongo Valley had been flooded, although no one is for sure why that had happened.
There was war, and both Natives and Industerial creatures alike had to be ready. Who knew what was next.
Jaime was drafted to Slig Barracks 582 for reinforcements. It was his turn to shine. But first, he has to prove to everyone in his squadren that he could do better than a private.
Name: Verd
Gender: Sterile Male
Species: Mudokon
Alliance: Land Muggers [Barracks]
Rank: Scrub or Mudokon Worker. He mainly is a janitor in Slig Barracks 582.
Age: Almost 18 in human years.
Physical Description: He dresses in such a way the a Scrub would wear. As for his skin, it is a little more green than the rest of the Scrubs.
Equipment: Probably a cloth, a mop, and a bucket full of water.
Biography: Verd was born and raised in a different Slig Barracks. In his belief, he was sentenced to a life of fear and dirty work. His only purpose there was to clean up after the Sligs, and so was to continue for the rest of his life. His life was destined to be that way according to several Sligs, until the day he died.
The Sligs there could be defined as very aggressive. They had several times before try to kill Verd and the Mudokons he was with, and when they couldn't do that, they beatened them. The Sligs also defined the rules very well. Whenever the Mudokons even broke the rules just a little (one of them was to never walk away from your work station unless you are told to or your shift is over), they would be given exceptionally harsh punishments. Both mentally and physically. Just enough for Verd to believe that the little things he got (consumeristic products and the tube) was worth it all. He also will do anything a Slig tells him to and has a fear of not behaving the way he should. He has a fear of escaping, for he could not know how to react to a world full of other dangers that he was unfamiliar (Mudokons are told on the outside, there are savage beasts and a life of horrible inconveninces. It is supposily better to resist the cruel environment of the factories and Sligs than to live outside.) and believes he will be found. This fear is so strong, Verd has the strange belief that when a terrorist does come, he would have to kill them.
Since his transfer to Slig Barracks 582, Verd has been exceptionally fearful. He had heard rumors that Mudokon terrorists were just outside their doorstep. And ever since the huge assult, Verd has scared out of his skin. He feels that in any day now, he will die. Verd will do anything to resist escaping and be as obident as he can, so he wouldn't be the next Mudokon killed.
So, is this good?
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