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The Cantina / Sub-Character Stories

« on: June 17, 2014, 10:51:11 pm »

I saw the original "Character Stories" thread and began thinking about the characters that people sometimes create and role play as every now and then, to liven up discussion with their own character. These stories are aimed at certain characters that you RP as, but aren't actually here on the forums (to my knowledge). Maybe it's some side characters that are free-lance pirates,  maybe it's a newlywed pair who run a bar, I don't know. The only rule of the thread is that the said character can't share your forum name. I'll put in my contribution towards a side character I had in mind to be in contact with my own.



You know that chill you get when you feel like something's off, but everything seems normal? That shiver down your spine while sitting in an impenetrable bunker? There's a guy who is that feeling, carrying an entire snow-white suit and blood-red tie, sporting an equally classy and white bowler hat, crisp glasses, and an incredibly calm composition towards everything, keeping everything in mind. That man has been responsible for many a notable merchant or pilot's untimely "accident", and keeping himself clean every time. He always carries around a sharp cracking revolver, trying to stay in suit of his... well... suit. Always selling his skills to the highest bidder, this dapper mercenary continuously runs into targets with bigger guns than him, and every time he has cleaned them out with the simple quiet sound he's notorious for, one that if anyone hears at all, they would already be dead. The quiet *twip* from his silenced guns.

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The Pit / Re: The Wall [v1]

« on: June 16, 2014, 03:39:32 pm »

*joins game*

Holy crud I missed a lot. I grab a nearby pineapple and throw it in the general direction of the charge, hoping that it will either A) land on the wall and damage it or B) flop into someone's mouth so they can it it.

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The Lounge / Re: The most glorious Quotes ever

« on: June 15, 2014, 08:50:15 am »

Richard LeMoon: I HAVE PINEAPPLE

That's MY quote! I was the one yelling about pineapples the entire weekend! Ah, forget it.

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The Cantina / Re: Character discussions?

« on: June 12, 2014, 07:53:36 pm »

"Hey, I heard you were asking about me. Eh, who cares. I'm just your average guy here on this planet of dust and death, just gettin' shot at, being mutinied, nearly killed, committing vandalism and theft, kicked off in the desert, and being used as a bribe. Buuuuttt, I decided to make a name for myself an' all that, and tada! I've done it! I've done something no other person has ever done on this damn planet! Get a successful job as an engineer that likes guns without having to kill people but being able to kill people at the same time! I know, miracle right? My job's called 'scavenging'. 'parently, those jobs are really rare. Anyway, you were asking? Oh yeah, this jacket! I keep all kinds of stuff in there. You know, back in the day before you had to fly in a blimp to live, people actually carried things in backpacks. Yeah, I know, people do that today, but they always put stuff like ammo, guns, fuel, stuff like that. Back then, they put everything that... well, leave it at everything. Toys, magazines, books, figurines, pictures, cameras, silencers, grenades, food, rations, whistles, machine parts, other bags... and it's kinda a pain to put it all in my own bag and have to be slowed down by it, right? Introducing, my awesome sleek jacket! I know, it's just a black jacket with a skull on the side but trust me. I've got, like, 9 pockets in this thing! I've had a whole bunch of strange things in here, ranging from a hi-powered pistol, a small sonar-radar-thing in pieces, some paperwork and tin-foil, drinks, graffiti spray cans, and- what the hell is this? I thought I sold it already? Ah, well, more hydrogen canisters for that jetpack project. And that's just the first 6 pockets! Let's just say, that if I need it, it's probably in my jacket. Kinda like a black hole, except I can retrieve things! Where I got the jacket? Oh, it's some from some out-of-date store now. Like, several dozens of years out of date. I just made some.. ah... modifications. Oh, flak, just forgot, had some stuff to do right now. Talk with ya later, just remembered I'm carrying a random-detonation bomb I was supposed to give to the armory guys a few days back. Seeya later!"

*in the distance an audible boom can be heard moments after some vicious swearing and pocket rumbling.*

"I think I need a tailor! Oh, and also a medic, but mostly a tailor!"

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The Cantina / Re: Merchants, Pirates and the Flying Cantina.

« on: June 12, 2014, 07:35:33 pm »

The scavenger sat in his little crate, now ultimately bored, and began fiddling with the things in his pockets. Oh, the wonders of technology. Taking it apart, piece by piece out of his jacket, then building it, he now held in his hands a tiny radar that would say how big something is and how close, He pulled out a parchment in his sleeve written by himself (which took him hours of painstaking and near-death moments of testing) that showed how each ship would look like on the radar. He smiled at the dot in the center. "The Promethean..." he muttered to himself quietly. Another large dot appeared. "Size... 23, length 46.2, cruising speed 35, directio..."

He stopped himself. That wasn't the mobula everyone was talking about. That's a pyramidion headed for the Promethean. Or maybe the mobula was headed for the Promethean... Eh. Must be some high-n'-mighty adventure-seeking retard or something. He heard some small clamor about the new ship by crew around him. Wonder what he could mess with using some of that "radio breaking" things that were supposedly installed in that wrist-device. He tapped the deactivated thing a couple of times. Nothing. No beep, heck, no response. The screen stayed off.

"Well, I pray to god that didn't detonate anything."

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The Cantina / Re: Merchants, Pirates and the Flying Cantina.

« on: June 12, 2014, 04:16:21 pm »

A young, flame-headed scavenger slowly hovered above the sands, with his jet-black jacket (impossibly filled with everything an aspiring stowaway might need, like crackers and gizmos), spray bottles filled with paint, his hi-power pistol from that one pirate, and that weird gadget he found on that one wreck on his wrists, hidden away in the most graceful hiding place ever: a now-empty crate of ammo stowed onboard a Promethean ship that very convieniently, thanks to overheard conversations, going to a market with a mobula. Or a mobula with a market, whatever, same difference. He just wanted to jump off and do something FUN. Unlike sitting in a damn ammo crate all flakkin day.

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The Cantina / Re: Character discussions?

« on: June 11, 2014, 03:56:09 pm »

I feel like I should write more about my character than just my "origin". Will say it's partly because of positive feedback, also will say it's partly because "holy s--- I forgot to explain that my character does this and wears this and looks like this and etc. etc." Can I do that?

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The Cantina / Re: Random Steampunk, RP or GoIO-inspired writing

« on: June 09, 2014, 07:45:40 pm »

You don't have to blow up ships outta the sky to make a profit you know. Hard to believe, I understand, but if you do that for a living don't forget that makes you awesome. Anyway, I scavenge for my pay. By that, I mean loot places nobody wants to loot or has looted. Kinda like that old cannon I found that could destroy a galleon in one shot.

We were flying around in this big-ass airspace in Arashi territory. Somethin' for you guys to remember: Never fly into Arashi territory without the okay. Our gunner nearly ran outta ammunition with all the ships he had to shoot. The verdict was simple on that run, to go find some old schematics that could boost some egghead's technical capacity for the afterburner on his starboard fuses. Whatever the flak that meant. We'd heard about some cheap but hidden plans on some ship that fell to some over-protective border patrols, so we had to fly where they went, explaining said point about Arashi territory. After burning ammo, moonshine and hulls, we crash-landed right on the site.

After prying the hell outta that damn ship, we, to our expectations to our great surprise, couldn't find a blueprint for something we didn't understand. However, we were still being chased by a flak-ton of heavy Arashi ships, so we couldn't just haul anchor and ass and leave. We needed something from this crash that caused my damn near death. So, we grabbed ammo, alcohol, rags, and oh yeah, a cannon that was so absurdly and over-sized that it looked more decorative than functioning. We decided to put it on the front of our junker, mainly because I do what I want and because something had to scare the Arashi League at some point, and added to our cargo what looked like huge rocks that one would only carry for the same purpose as an anchor.

As we took off, we quickly were surrounded by galleons. (I understand, "Galleons? Quick?" but don't judge me, we had a flakkin heavy weapon on a junker.) Some idiot on our ship thought it would be fine if he loaded a "cannonball" into the "cannon". I had to yell at him for a few seconds before I purposefully accidentally hit the trigger on the cannon, discharging the round. Apparently the captain saw this coming, because the ship was already pointed at a galleon before the shot rang out, and that thing FLEW. It's balloon disconnected from the hull, not like there was much of the hull left to begin with, and the crew fell in a panicked frenzy to their death. You can imagine the sweeeet satisfaction of how it felt to have an entire armada then just run away.

We didn't get our pay that day from the egghead, but some high-n'-mighty official at Anvala thought he could tinker with the gun some more. The pay from him was double of the stupid scientist. Of course, we later found out some "stupid idiot mishandled the cannon and it went boom boom" and we solemnly pledge that we in no way whatsoever planted detonation charges inside of the firing mechanism of the cannon so that nobody else could use it. Ah... those were the days. But back on topic: You don't need big guns to get big bucks. You need people who need big guns to get big bucks. So... ah flak. What time was it again? Oh, you wanted a story, right. Well listen up. You don't have to blow things up...

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The Cantina / Re: Character Bio List

« on: June 08, 2014, 09:52:00 pm »

(Apologizing in advance for not finding a smaller size)

Name: "RedRoach"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Scavanger
Faction: Suspected Runaway Anglean Republic Orphan


Personality: A friendly, comical but wary teen hailing from the middle of a desert, the young firecracker always has a prank or two (with potential negative or positive effects every time) in his pockets that many assume must have damn near everything. More often than not, he can be found over-exaggerating his exploits or actions, both physically and verbally, regardless of witnesses, evidence, or time of said action. Has been know to swear. A lot.
Secrets: Has several bounties on his head, forcing name change several times. Willingly has humiliated himself and looked like a complete idiot for the "lulz". Also carries a high-powered semi-auto pistol in those never-ending pockets. Can't fly a ship for his life.

Bio: Most of the time, if you're flying around a ship, you want to make sure everything you've got is in tip-top shape, like your engines, your crew, and your cargo. But this young idiot would do anything, backflip, hang off ship rails, sabotage, for attention. This young kid, at quite the measly age, hid himself on a trade ship heading for a small desert town. After arrival, he managed to sneak out. The ship sailed back for the Republic none the wiser, and fell prey to pirates, without the kid's knowledge. As time passed, the child began seeking out attention again in any way he could. However, not many a passerby was happy with his antics.

After a while, someone got real mad at the teen after too many "re-painted" walls, and put up a bounty clearly stating for the vandal to be brought to jail. The teen then had to stow away on another ship, bringing "Freeloader" to his list of occupations. He traveled from city to city, ruin to ruin, pirate battle to pirate battle on ships he hid on for several years. Then one day, after a particularly nasty run-in with a no-exceptions crew after "accidentally" blowing up a gun, he was stranded in a certain small village. Accumulating the standard notoriety and bounty again for theft and on this occasion, a major injury (Totally self-defense, would have been clubbed otherwise), he hid himself on a small ship flying away that day.

During that trip, a Pirate ship decided it would be fun to shoot the lonely travelling vessel, and the crew went into a crisis trying to keep the ship together. As panic ensued, the teenager picked up a hammer in a rapid pace and began to whack randomly at engines, almost instantly repairing them somehow like if it were out of a steampunk videogame, out of fear that death would be worse than a crew staring him down. Soon, with the engines being repaired by the teen, the pirate ship burned on the ground. Everyone on the crew stared at this random person who had suddenly appeared to them like some midget angel from the skies, until they realized this was the same teen who blew up their equipment about a week ago. They decided to pardon him for the moment, and kicked him off at a much more successful city known as Fallow.

As the teen wandered around the makeshift factories in the ruins, he came across three things that changed his life. A pistol that was absurdly powerful that looked an awful lot like it was manufactured before everything became dust, a blueprint in the dust for what seemed a new type of ammunition, and a community willing to allow scavengers who act like complete retards for the entertainment of others into their society. He finally had something to do that didn't annoy the heck out of people, places to go where he didn't annoy the heck out of people, and hey, if he did annoy the heck out of some people, at least now he had some friends to be at his side.

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The Cantina / Re: Character discussions?

« on: June 05, 2014, 05:37:09 pm »

Hey, I know nobody knows me since I just showed up on the forums literally 5 days ago, but I've been thinking about a backstory for my character before I saw this, so why not put my 2 cents in.

Nobody really paid attention to him when he tried to show off. Everybody simply looked away every time the teenager of 16 tried to get their attention. It, suffice to say, broke several nerves in him after a while. The things he did went from interesting to downright stupid. Eventually, he was stranded off a junker in the middle of a sandstorm after trying to get people to laugh over his "amazingly funny" joke on how sand is combustible when combined with propeller blades with a live, un-repairable demonstration. After a ton of walking around, he managed to make his way to a small town that was conveniently  placed within a day's worth of sprinting. As he slowly merged with the local population over time, he began to go into a darker lifestyle of theft and crime. Soon enough, after 2 years he had to stow away on another junker to escape the bounty on his head (despite the bounty's pay being able to amount to less than an ounce of water). Suddenly, a pirate's airship drifted into view, and the junker, being the only thing it's sight, went under heavy fire. The crew scrambled about wildly, but had trouble controlling the damage from the pirate ship. In the chaos, a rubber mallet fell towards the kid stowaway the same time the engine closest to him began to sputter. With instinct and adrenaline in his head, he grabbed the mallet and began whacking away at the engine, somehow keeping the engine together. Everyone saw the random kid smashing the engine together, but until the pirates were dead, nobody had time to argue. At last, after a long fight, the enemy's ship burned and crashed into the sands. The crew turned and gazed at this stowaway that somehow just helped keep the ship together. Instantly, the teen realized that the men on this junker were on the same one with the "sand explosion" incident. He'd finally got that attention in the spotlight that he wanted for all those years, but suddenly it didn't seem so fun to be under their watch. Silence stayed on the ship for moments. Then, the crew spoke, with the captain talking first.

"How the hell did you do that? You're just a kid, blew up an engine, and now you're repairing it?"

"I don't know how he got on here Cap, but he's doing okay considering we're alive."

"Well, I wouldn't be shooting rounds if that idiot wasn't on the engine."

"I think we could make something out of him."

The captain stared for a while through his eyes. Then, he said:

"What's your name?"

The teen thought for a while. He'd been a pest to everybody for a while. And, well, he was covered in blood after that one time where he had to stab someone to get away. Hmm...

"I don't have a name." The person replied. "But I think it would be perfectly okay if you called me RedRoach. Unless... you're punting me off the ship again In that case, just call me FlyingPineapple."

Since he's kept the name RedRoach, it's kinda obvious the decision the crew made that day.

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The Lounge / Re: Introductions!

« on: May 31, 2014, 07:29:33 pm »

Hey everyone, my name is RedRoach, but most people would prefer to call me either Red or Roach depending on said people. I've gotten the game a few weeks ago from a Steam sale and have been in love for a while. I prefer playing around as an engineer, but more often than not I find myself in front of a gun. I still stay as engineer in the end though, because when the poop hits the engine, a gunner doesn't have enough tools to repair, rebuild and extinguish all at the same time. Although my mic is operational, some unusual conflict between my game and my computer have caused my game to freeze every now and then when I hit the voice button... for 20 seconds and causing much stress in a heated battle, so text chat has become my friend now.

Hopefully, when the ship is burning and our hull is flashing, I'll see you from my crash.