(Ooc: Now that I've read through the pages of stuff that has come, I'll join. Again.
Name: "Nails"
Species:Slig
Gender: Male
Age: I'm gonna give up on this. His age in physical years is a little over 15. His equivilant age is 53.
Appearance: Old and beaten. He has scar tissue all over him, and some missing tentacles. But he has a modern gun and a grenade launcher straped to his back, as well as a mud spoocebow. It doesn't work without a mudokon, of course, but he keeps it as a souvineer.
Backstory: Nails (tough-as) is an old slig. Experienced, too. He's been involved in many rebellions and minor battles, and was until recently a drill-sergeant at the slig barracks. The sound of his voice has sent BB sligs into a foetal ball, bringing them violently back to days of being woken up at 4pm by a voice complaining about how he had been brought mudokons instead of sligs to do back breaking, strenuous tasks. He didn't get the BB slig steroids himself because the effects would be too unreliable on an older slig. He is a bit of a freak for slig standards, being focused and on task all the time. The near collapse of the barracks had him leave. He has now come to the new Rupturefarms.
Name: Armpit
Species: Slog
Gender: Male
Age: (In slog years) 50
Appearance: Like his owner; beaten and scarred. Like his owner, it doesn't mean he's weak, it means he's a survivor of many fights.
Backstory: Nails' slog. Presumibly he had a different name as a sloggie, but now it's armpit because he smells like one.
Now all I need is a way to get Halije and Connie back into the RPG.)
*At the Rupturefarms station is the squeaking of a maintenance cart. On it, is a slig and a slog, who bouth would be called "rich in years", but not in anything else. The thing grinds to a halt. Nails steps off, sweating and panting, followed by Armpit, smelly and panting.*
Nails: "Dammit, that was a long trip. I've got to remember to catch a train ne-"
*He is interupted by the crash of a maintenance cart being smashed to bits by a train that was following.*
Nails: "****! I could have just gone on that!"
*He kicks the train, denting his leg, and marches off towards the facility. Armpit follows*