Maaan, I wanna join an RP so bad... and just a while ago I thought I hated it
well, maybe just because of the 'unscripted' side of it. *shrugs* Anyway... I bring you... Cal!
Name: Cal (full name is Calvin Castro, but if you call him that he will rip your throat out.)
Race: Intern
Gender: Male
Appearance: Rather dishevelled, wears a loud blue button-up long sleeved shirt, faded grey jeans, steel chain with two steel slogtags (as apposed to dogtags, lol) and dull brown eyepatch over his left eye. Has several scars, most notably the one running down his face, and a cross-shaped one on his chest. Has brown bloodshot eyes. A nice, if anatomically incorrect and violent, picture if him can be seen here:
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/55097715/
[EDIT] Forgot to mention, after he leaves VL, he removes the stitches from hs mouth, so he can talk normally
Personality: Surly, violent, contemptable, agressive... Cal is not a happy chappy. Will usually scowl at passers-by, unless it happens to be some good-looking Intern female. Then he gets really sleazy and downright creepy. He does have a bit of a caring side, all hidden away under all that hatred, but you have to dig right down to find it.
Age: Appears to be around 25 years of age.
Equipment: Always carries around a small but powerful tazer gun, which shoots powerful bolts of electricity at an opponent, and has the capability to stun and kill. Otherwise nothing.
Bio: Cal had been working at Vykkers Labs for a good 6 years, living with his roomate Luke 'Pens', whom he utterly and totally detested and wished to be rid of him forever. One morning he experienced what he says was a 'work related accident' (he does not want to talk about it), which took his eye and gave him those scars, after which he quit work and attempted to sue the labs (unsuccessfully). He now works in organised crime, with a small group that call themselves The Black Scrabs. They find him useful for espionage, and also as an emergency doctor for his previous experience in medics.
Also has a morbid phobia of fuzzles. Just thought you ought to know.
What's he doing in Rupture Farms? Well, only he knows at this point, though I have a hunch it's on some top-secret mission. He enters through Fee.Co.train station.
There we go, I hope it'll be alright, this is my first time! O_o;... so scary...
{EDIT}
New Character!
Name: Ricardo Digiuno (calls himself Ricky)
Race: Slig
Gender: Male
Apperance: Taller and slimmer than your average slig, with pale-ish green skin, yellowish stripes along his neck, and small beady eyes which you can see through the goggles of his custom-made mask. He's taller because of his pants, which he made specially suited for running really reall really fast. Made of light yet strong aluminium, with not a speck of rust, these pants can outrun the fastest elum.
Also wears black fingerless gloves. You can see a picture of him
here.
Personality: Polite, respectful, he seems like an absolute gentleman when you first meet him. That is, till your multi-millionare corporate empire comes crashing down because he either took the millions of moolah that you owed him (with interest), or he killed you and your subordinates. Apart from speed, this slig's favourite past-time is money; whether stealing it, borrowing it, spending it, lighting cigs with it, or killing people for it. Currently on the list of Mudos' Top Ten Most Wanted.
Age: Around 20, human years.
Equipment: He has a compartment in the back of his pants which contains all sorts of weird and whacky gadgets. (They're still realistic, though, none of the 'And then he pulled out a double-barrel bazooka with flamethrower', they're small things, like spy cameras and a first aid kit) Otherwise, nothing.
Bio: Spent the first half of his life training in a slig barracks, he showed excellent talent for mechanics and building gadgets. Most of these things he invented, he kept to himself with fierce jealousy. At around the age of 13, however, he did something unthinkable; after getting into a fight with another slig and losing, he went around to that slig's tent that night, and slit his throat. After barely escaping the death sentence, he has been on the run for the rest of his life. After finding some old friends, he founded a small but powerful orginisation- The Black Scrabs. Well respected for his genius inventions, they are pretty much nothing without him.