Here's my characters. This is the only place I post this, right?
Name: Mola
Race: Grubb
Gender: Male
Age: 20 in human years (but has the brain capacity of an eight-year-old, pretty much)
Appearance: He’s short and thin, with large, ice-blue eyes and pale green skin. He wears a pair of swamp green swimming trunks with mustard-colored stitches that are slightly big for him, a domed straw hat, and a satchel that he wears strapped to his back.
Personality: He’s a complete spazz, often running full-throttle into walls without even realizing it. He’s outgoing, extremely talkative, and irritating, and will do absolutely anything for attention. He acts before he thinks, but no matter what the outcome is, he always ends up alright and somehow manages to do it again. He’s also sympathetic, gullible, and a very easy person to talk to.
Equipment: The only thing he carries is his satchel, which is packed with items that he manages to find uses for even though they’d be useless otherwise. (Ex. A roll of plastic wrap that he uses as a numchuck) He can run really, really fast, and has the stamina of a work horse. I didn't know where to put that part. o.o;;
History: He was discovered by the Wetland Village, a village on, wouldn’t you know it, a wetland. It was inhabited by friendly grubbs who raised him as a group; he calls all the females who took care of him ‘mom’ and all the males ‘dad’. Because of this lifestyle he grew to be extremely outgoing, though he never lost his habit of being a pain in the butt.
The grubbs decided that he needed him to put all his energy to use somehow, so sent him off to Rupture Farms in search of work.
Name: Ophelia, leader of the Wetland Village
Race: Grubb
Gender: Female
Age: 26 in human years
Appearance: A tall female grubb wearing typical leader garb: spiky red headdress, red arm bands, and a red bikini top with a matching loincloth. She has silver eyes, long eyelashes, normal grey skin, and coal-black tail and elbow fins.
Personality: She acts sweet and innocent, but often snaps like a twig and goes from angel to spawn of the devil in seconds. Afterwards she’s bossy, obnoxious, rude, mean, and an overall psychopath.
Equipment: An Uzi-like gun that she spray-painted cherry pink. She keeps it at her hip by a red belt around her waist, and has a belt of bullet cartridges that she wears like a sash on one shoulder.
History: She was born in the Wetland village and was chosen from birth to be the successor of the previous leader. She was raised to be a perfect leader for the grubbs: peaceful, considerate, charismatic. Unfortunately, she was none of these. From the start she was a rough-and-tumble tomboy who liked pro wrestling more than the latest fashion, and no matter what her family tried, they couldn’t change her. Eventually she became leader, but acted more like a warlord. All the young grubbs who were only interested in fighting looked up to her. One day she decided was Mola seriously needed to get a job and burn the endless stores of energy in his body, so she journeyed with him to Rapture Farms to find him work.
EDIT: I was doodling and I came up with a character like this, and I really liked how it turned out, so I made her into one of my roleplay characters. C:
Name: Skelter
Race: Intern
Gender: Female (OMG NO WAI!)
Age: 21 in human years
Appearance: Lean, with pale skin and unstitched lips. She wears a striped black and purple pageboy hat that’s always pulled down, hiding her eyes, and has solid white headphones. Her horns are pierced with lime green studs at the top, and purple studs at the bottom. She wears a form-fitting black sleeveless hoodie with a white heart surrounded by lime green flames, a pair of frayed jeans that are knee-length w/ a coal-grey skirt over it (its more like a loincloth; the sides are cut so her legs can stick out.) She also wears striped purple and black knee-length socks, though the very bottoms are cut out so that she doesn’t slip and slide all over the place. Overall she looks like a punk who takes joy out of kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers.
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Personality: She
is a punk who likes kicking puppies and scaring preschoolers, and she’ll let anybody know it. She’s anti-social and hates being the center of attention, and gets into fights easily. She has a tendency to get very physical when under pressure. In her opinion, every cloud has a silver lining, and its her job to obliterate it.
Equipment: Her metal backpack, which is packed with 300 pounds of compressed mustard gas. It has a thick nozzle connected to a hose on one side so that she can fire it at will (it looks like a normal backpack, exept for the bazooka-like weapon on the side). In her pocket is a foldable gas mask, about the size of a wallet, that she just flips out and sticks on her face when she uses her gas launcher.
History: She lived for a while as an average intern aboard an airship, but with one problem: she was the only female of any intelligent race on the entire craft, and wore the same kind of clothing she wears now (“I CAN’T WEAR A %@&*ING SPEEDO, I’M A @& #ING GIRL, JACKASS!”). Being the only female aboard granted her strange looks from nearly everyone, and when she wasn’t being talked about behind her back, she was being hit on by whichever intern happened to be around. After awhile she kind of snapped, and she went from being ‘That Intern Chick’ to ‘That Psychotic Beat-You-With-A-Rubber-Hose Scary Woman’ who everyone hid from. If she got yelled at, she yelled right back. If somebody shoved her, she’d knock them out. She earned a nasty reputation with pretty much everything she did, and eventually, to her relief, she was fired. She got a job for an important but top secret organization practically run by outcasts and weirdos like herself. All her ‘missions’, as they’re called, are extremely hush-hush, and only hours of prying and withstanding insults will get her to tell anybody anything about it.