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NAME: "I am Blöthmerche Assiösales, Warrior of Fort Pathfünder."

GENDER: "My brethren refer to me as brother. This is enough of an answer for me."

DEPARTMENT: "I hail from the Department of Toys. I fought and hunted for Fort Pathfünder."

AGE: "I have grown to nineteen years of age. I attempt to avoid the Age'B'Gone, as it is... Bad for me."

APPEARANCE: "I am rather short compared to some, standing at only four feet eleven inches and barely weighing over a hundred pounds. My complexion is a pale white: I have dirty dark brown hair that goes past my shoulders, and eyes that shine like the legendary treasure emeralds within the Guidebooks. My physique is solid; I am toned with muscle, and I stand straight with no level of hunching. Despite my size I have strength on my side.

If my body was to be observed, there would be many scars from battles against the Nevergrow. I have scars from cuts taken across my face, torso, back, and legs from the blows I have taken in combat, as well as marks from bites in multiple regions. My proof of combat is hidden behind a helmet fastened from the masks of the Heroes of Old, and cloth armors plated with our finest melded lego. I recently traded for fitting steel-toed boots, and a pair of durable handyman gloves as well.

My only real accessory is a necklace that carries the insignia of my Fort: It is a Pog, black in background with a notably furious Gopher. On the back of every legitimate insignia is a bloodprint of the thumb of it's holder."

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"I was born into Fort Pathfünder. It's history far exceeds my own, for a time that only the historians have to collect. While I was still an infant, a rogue dorf had attempted to test Age'B'Gone on me as simple sick curiosity. While I did not die from the exposure, it caused an effect on my height that left me shorter than some of my brethren. This did not stop my watchful Ancients from teaching me the ways of our Fort, and how to defend myself.

Despite my size, I overcame my brethren in the training grounds: I bypassed the trials given to me from the Ancients and their knowledge of the Guidebooks. From birth I suppose this was the intention: We always needed soldiers, as the Nevergrow had a tendency to take lives with their constant attacks. I was always told stories of legendary soldiers who fell in glorious combat, and how important they were to the Fort. Dorfs who held back entire sieges; Who initiated raids to gather supplies so that youth like myself may live. These stories made me train harder, and practice day and night to overcome challenges that would be presented to me in the future.

The night I became a piece of the Pathfünder army was the greatest night of my life: The Nevergrow had waged an attack, and I was expected to help defend my Fort from destruction. I followed my brethren into battle and engaged my cousins of nature to shed their blood and gain personal glory. I struck down many, but found myself also being the victim of many attacks. It was only the start of my path to glory, but it was the first step: And without taking a first step, you get nowhere.

I began small doses of Age'B'Gone around the age of 16. I did not wish to become an Ancient before my time was well spent. My request to halt my aging was granted due to my combat ability and benefit to the Fort. But the Age'B'Gone began having an effect I hadn't been warned of prior.

It was a frenzy. My body reacted strangely to the Age'B'Gone; Perhaps because of what happened as a child. It made me extremely aggressive and violent, and it led to me nearly killing one of my brethren. I was locked in isolation for 48 hours before being released and scolded by my Ancients. But after the scolding, they said that nothing is truly a curse to a Dorf: And that I should embrace my reaction somehow. So I requested more Age'B'Gone, with one of my Ancients sharing his dosage with me.

The next time the Evergrow attacked, I once again engaged in battle. I used the Age'B'Gone, and found myself once again in a frenzy. My brethren backed away, and watched as I slaughtered multiple enemies in my blood-curdling rage. I was exhausted from this battle, and though I was not struck down, I did fall among the corpses.

Upon awakening, I was praised by my Ancients. They claimed I had slain enough Nevergrow to prove myself as a worthy Warrior among my Fort. But the affect the rage had on my body was intense: I recalled the feeling in my chest during my frenzy. My heart would beat faster than any Wail drummer. It was possible such things could permanently damage my heart, and lessen my life span. Which meant I could choose to age slower, I would risk dying earlier.

I chose to not repress my aging further.

As I aged, I continued to fight. My life was dedicated to my Fort: I would spill the enemies blood, and at times, my own. But in a way, I began to grow bored. Defending from the same foes yielded the same results, and my raids to Nevergrow camps were not much greater: Nor were my ventures out for supplies. I began to crave more as I grew out of being a child, and instead, found myself rising into dorfhood as a young adult. I craved a challenge. I craved an adventure.

I craved to explore The Wal. A true test of my abilities, and a personal quest of Glory. I would venture out, and become the Adventurer of Legend. I would find an item of great value, and return to my Fort as a Hero. This was my destiny as a Warrior of Fort Pathfünder.

The title of Hero would be mine. Along with the feast that came with it."

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PERSONAL GOAL: "I seek an item of great value to return to my Fort in order to be praised as a Hero. I also wish to combat the enemies of The Wal, testing myself against it's dangers. The hunt is on."

LIKES: "What do I like? I have a general amazement of greater technology that I don't have at home. I also have an appreciation for the craftsmanship of people within the Wal; Specifically with weaponry. My favorite snack is Pringles. Despite my need to hunt, I also have a certain love for the animals from my childhood books."

DISLIKES: "Vegetables, cowards, and extremely bright lights. There's bards, too. Annoying pests."

REPUTE: "I do not carry a reputation outside my Department. To my Fort, I am a proud and worthy of praise Warrior. To the Nevergrow, I am a bane. Some Forts may have heard of my battling abilities, but they do not take note of me beyond being a slaughterer of the enemy. Generally, Dorfs seen by the Outsiders in the rest of The Wal are considered 'weird'. Dorfs like myself are usually insulted about their height, or are referred to as "LARPers". "

HEEL: "In the fort we are taught to hate those who deeply regard plant life, specifically trees. They are to be referred to as 'Knife Ears', among other racist slurs. While I am sadistic in combat and take glory in my kills, people like them get the worst of it."

CODE: "I do not allow my comrades to fall in battle. I will stand my ground in order to protect my brethren, or comrades within The Wal. My honor tells me to do so, and my Ancients would have it no other way."

QUIRKS: "I collect trophies of my greatest kills to bring home for stories of my ventures. I also have a bit of a weakness for cute things, be they alive or inanimate."

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MELEE COMBAT ► "I was raised to be a warrior: Close combat is one of my specialties. I prefer blunt weapons to other variants, and aim to maim and/or kill rather than show any mercy. While not preferred, I can combat foes with my hands as well."

RANGED COMBAT ► "During defenses and my raids on the Nevergrow's supplies, a ranged weapon was always practical: Especially when the enemies were in hard to reach locations. My only experience is with the bows made in the Fort, but I fire true."

DUNGEONNEER ► "Every Youth worth their ale is put through the Trials of the Tutorial as told in the Guidebooks: A Dungeon built within the depths of our Fort meant to train us in exploration and problem-solving. It taught me how to navigate and be observant through complex terrain, climbing and jumping where need be, and to bypass troublesome locks using lock picks."

SCAVENGER ► "Every trip out from the Fort was a hunt for supplies. As your families get hungry or your armies get frightened, you learn to dig extra deep looking for that one thing that might help. My determination in my searches has lead to more profit than pain."

FIRESTARTER ► "My brethren and I learned to create fire, in case it is needed to burn the Knife Ears and their greenery. I have yet to have to commit such an act, but if they cross me, I won't hesitate to take action."

STEEL NERVES ► "I do not express fear in battle: I calculate my situation and execute actions thoughtfully instead of panicking. Years of combat have steeled me to be ready for battle at any moment. Things such as blood and gore do not affect me."

AMBIDEXTROUS ► "I can use both of my hands for numerous tasks, compared to those who have a single dominant hand. This allows me to easily use my weapons in either hand, or use two weapons effectively, if need be."



FRAME CLUB ► "Scavenged from one of my trips away from the Fort; It appears to have been at one point part of a frame to a bicycle that got smashed for parts. It's now excellent for smashing in the heads of my enemies."

CROSS-ACTO BOW ► "Modified NERF from our Engineers. We have crafted basic bolts out of a mixture of wood, plastic, and X-ACTO knife blades. It has a strap for me to easily carry it with me on my back."

X-ACTO KNIFE ► "Just one of our many typical X-ACTO knives. I use it for cutting when necessary, or for harvesting trophies from enemies."

HEROES OF OLD HELM ► "A helmet crafted of multiple masks found within the toy department with Dorf crafting. Heroes of my Fort wore masks like these according to the stories. The packaging said "Marvel" on it, so they must be of marvelous quality. Perfect headgear. But it makes my voice sound a little muffled."

COLORFUL ARMOR ► "These clothes have been armored by our best plastics. While they make me stand out by being very colorful, it is the best armor my Fort can provide. Better than nothing against the Nevergrow."

STORAGE BEARGE ► "The storage bearge is essentially a bag made out of teddy bear creation kits. It makes for a good pillow, and offers a decent amount of storage."

BAG'O'CHIPS(3) ► "Bags of chips. Not my preferred Pringles, but they'll do when I begin to hunger. Each bag has one of eighty-nine different flavors."

BOTTLES'O'FUNGUS ALE(3) ► "This is a Fort Pathfünder classic recipe. There is some sort of Fungus that grows by the lakes; Especially on the Nevergrow's sides. When recovered, Dorfs can turn it into a strange ale: Think of it tasting like pickle juice. Every Pathfünder Dorf loves his Fungus Ale. I wonder if perhaps there is fungus within The Wal that could make better ale?"

FORT INSIGNIA ► "The symbol of Fort Pathfünder is a black pog with a furious gopher depiction on it. I wear it on a necklace; The blood print on the back of the pog belongs to me, and allows me entry into my Fort. It also allows me to attempt to seek temporary asylum within another Fort, though this can simply be denied by the Fort in question."

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NAME: Z-Grip or Z

GENDER: Female

DEPARTMENT: Stationary, Office Supplies & School Supplies (Stationari)

AGE: 23

APPEARANCE:

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Z-Grip or Z, was born into the Zebra Pen Corporation, a clan of minor origami samurai that had served the Stationary Shogun for untold generations. Like her siblings DelGuard, Sharbo, and Sarasa Dry, Z was named after one of the many venerated weapons created centuries ago by her family pengineers.

In her childhood, Z was sent to the live with the Rafters in order to train in the arts of stealth and acrobatics. Tied to the hilt of her paper cutter sword is a single black feather from a dire pigeon, a reminder of her time with the elite Raptor warriors and the proud foe that she vanquished.

A student of the famed martial artist, PIX the Black of Clan Montblanc, Z was trained in the mysterious ways of the Hidden Origami Dragon by the wizened old warrior monk on the sacred Mount Office Depot. While other Stationari hide behind layers of paper armor and metal while wielding cumbersome Yard Stick Katana, Z fights in the manner of penjas of old, utilizing subterfuge, blinding speed, and agile acrobatics to overwhelm her foes.

On the cusp of adulthood, Z seemed poised to become one of the greatest penjas of her generation, having attained a coveted posting to the Stationary Shogunates personal penja guard. However, any hopes of rapid advancement and gaining further honor for her family were dashed in an unforgivable moment of prideful arrogance. What began as a polite debate about penmanship ended in a brutal duel to the death that would change the Writing Instruments section of the Stationary Shogunate forever. Following a heated dispute regarding the superiority of the pen or pencil in honorable combat, Z challenged the heir apparent of the peerless Faber-Castell Clan to a duel. They faced off, and Z struck down the young lord with a single blow, sending a Parker Pen through his right eye. All who witnessed the duel promptly agreed that the pen is in fact the superior writing instrument and applauded the young penja for her skill. Drunk from her victory, Z brought great dishonor upon her family by failing to offer the mourning family of her foe the proper elevenfold sequence of consolatory Hallmark gift cards.

Branded a villain, Z shamed her family with her mere existence. Worse, Z stubbornly refused to restore the honor of her family by committing Sudoku with a sharpened ruler. Ignoring the commands and then increasingly desperate pleas of the family head of the Zebra Pen Corporation, Z fought off a number of challengers from within her own clan than sought to bring her to justice. Eventually, left with no other option and facing a minor insurrection aimed chiefly at seeing Z burned alive, the local daimyo declared Z an honor-less outlaw and exiled her from the Stationary Shogunate with the blessing of the Stationary Shogun himself. Despite her unfortunate exile the young penja remains exceedingly proud of her heritage and will respond with great violence to anyone that dares to sully the name of the most honorable Zebra Pen Corporation or the magnificent Stationary Shogun.

Since the day of her exile, Z has traveled across the departments of the Wal finding work as a Lifter, selling her sword to the highest bidder. Despite her status as a dishonored Stationari, Z has nonetheless managed to make a habit out dueling with followers of the paths of Cereai and other honorable foes when the opportunity presents itself.

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PERSONAL GOAL: Z seeks to regain her own personal honor, to restore the honor of her family, and to return to the Stationary Shogunate as a true hero of the Wal.

LIKES: Pens, paper, and rare comics. Having grown up hearing the stories of the legendary Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Z is also particularly fond of turtles or anything bearing their image.

DISLIKES:

REPUTE:

HEEL: A proud warrior of the shadows, Z is a thrill-seeker. Relishing a challenge, she will take unnecessary risks to display her superiority as a penja to an opponent. Heedless of poor odds, she will happily throw herself at mobs of enemies to test her skill with a pen blade. Truth be told, while others are addicted to all manner of household chemicals and industrial cleaners, Z is addicted to the thrill of danger and the young penja feels alive when her death is only a false step away.

CODE: By performing some impressive mental gymnastics Z has managed to remain an ardent adherent to the warrior code of the Stationari despite her status as a dishonored and exiled penja (a particular class of warriors often derided as "assassins" by other Stationari and Cereai alike).

QUIRKS: Z writes reviews of any noteworthy opponent she has killed on sticky notes which sticks next to the bodies as a mural to her fallen foes. She also maintains an extensive Excel Spreadsheet, a copiously maintained scroll of paper containing information she has gathered since leaving the Stationary Shogunate. Written in her flawless hand, the cursive text found in boxes that Z insists upon calls "cells" is all but impossible to read for anyone but Z due to the cipher she uses to code her writing.

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HIDDEN ORIGAMI DRAGON ►

EXCELLENT PENMANSHIP ►

ENTER THE PENJA ►



SWINGLINE CLASSIC PRO CUT ► For closer work, Z carries a sword constructed from an ancient paper cutter on her hip. The curved blade is perfectly balanced and seems formed specifically for the hands of the young penja. No ordinary blade, the weapon was forged by the finest office suppliers of the ancestors, and bears strange runes naming it as the fabled sword, Swingline Classic Cut Pro. A legendary weapon once wielded by the equally legendary Origami master Lucky Star before her death in battle against a horde of rampaging Ambuloceti during the Battle of the Beige Shelves, the blade is said to be able to cut through shelves stacked with the thickest paper with only minimal effort from the wielder.

PARKER DUOFOLD PRESTIGE ► Favored by the famed warriors of the New York Times Bestseller List this deadly dagger was molded out of a single solid block of acrylic. The steel forged stiletto blade glides through armor like butter and slips through gaps in protective attire with ease.

THROWING PENS ► Tucked beneath layers of her clothing, Z carries a seemingly endless number and variety of pens sharpened into deadly projectiles. Light, silent, and hard to spot as they sail through the air these cylindrical objects are effective ranged weapons.

INK REFILLS ► To facilitate escapes and to blind her foes, Z has a collection of ink refills that will burst upon impact, coating her foes in various distracting colors of ink.

THUMB TACK CALTROPS ► To slow down or wound pursuers Z has a bag full of thumb tack caltrops, exceedingly sharp spiked objects created from several thumb tacks that can be thrown or dropped.

PENJA GARB ► A close-fitting bodysuit of soft, dark fabric complete with a stylish hood and mask. Lightweight and flexible, it allows stealthy, unimpeded movements. The outfit is lined with hidden pockets, allowing Z to to conceal a wide range of weapons, tools, and penja related items on her person. Paper clip chain armor and small armor plates formed from melted pens have been expertly sewn into the garb to afford Z some additional measure of protection.

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NAME: "Sir Havalock Dominvan Orchily of House Orchily, Sports Masters of Clothing and Explorer Extraordinaire."

GENDER: "I liken myself to a refined yet rugged gentleman."

DEPARTMENT: "Although I have spent a good deal of time in Jewelry, I am a velvet-born noble of Clothing no matter who or what claims otherwise."

AGE: "I am 31 years of age; I like to consider myself a seasoned veteran with a responsibility to mentor those younger than I."

APPEARANCE: "I like to jest that I am extremely handsome, especially to maidens of the night. I am tall and upright with a trim but strong build that provides me the strength my adventures demand. My skin is a very light bronze, no doubt because of my particular heritage, with a fair complexion that bares a number of scars, bruises, boils and cuts as trophies of my experiences. My features are sharp and my gaze can be stern but I do try to smile as much as I can to appear welcoming to all. I possess trimmed, black hair that I do my upmost to keep tidy and out of the way.

My clothing is far more practical than that of most the velvet-born nobles of Clothing. Beneath my London Fog Black Signature Iconic Belted Trench Overcoat, I don a very comfortable Under Armor HeatGear Armor Crew Cut Mock which helps to regulate my temperature. Newchic Mens Outdoor Military Tactical Pants Camo Printing Breathable Wear-Resistant Casual Pants serve as my pants and I greatly appreciate the number of pockets it provides. I have gone through a number of backpacks and rucksacks but my favorite must be the REEBOW GEAR Military Tactical Backpack 3 Day Assault Pack Army Molle Bag Backpacks Rucksack 35L; I paid a smuggler good money to retrieve this from Clothing for me. I swap between a brown Dorfman Pacific All-Season Crushable Hat and a Land's End Men's Expedition Waterproof Winter Trapper Hat depending upon the climate.

On my person beyond clothing is all of the trinkets and charms I've garnered and gained through my travels, each with a story to tell, and plenty of space for more. I prefer light armor as to not hinder my movement but I am always keen to wear a breastplate, groin protector, shin guards, forearm braces and a metal cap under my hat made of layered tin cans for protection. Any number of configurations of pouches, bags and wearable containers are present on me at any given moment, their exact position daily if not hourly.

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"So you would like to know more about me eh? Well, let me regale you with a little history first. I hail from Clothing but do not confuse me for one of those silk-born Armani or Gucci snobs, nor the uncouth polyster-born of Nike or Adidas. I am but cotton-born of House Orchily, it is said that my ancestors came from across a great sea in the East. We never had much to our name in those days, a pittering little house we were. Yet our names were found in one of the Great Sam's "Codex Fashionista Regalia", even if it was but a small footnote nearing the conclusion of it, so they could not simply dismiss us.

It wasn't until my great grandfather, legendary explorer Advantagar Orchily, did our fortunes turn. It is said that he alone set out into the Wal to bring fame and fortune to his house. Everyone doubted him of course, presuming (or hoping) he would check out soon but he endured. He rode with the Mercuries of Auto & Tires to escape Stockers, dueled the tyrant queen Moriana le'Dry over a lake of toxic sludge in Cleaning, climbed Frozen Fruit Mountain with the Meatmen of the Grocery in its Frozen section, forged his own weapons with the help of Hardware, sung for the lords and ladies of the Courts of Music, and even once ventured alone through Baby Goods and came out alive and unshaken. His greatest achievement however, was entering the realm of the Sporting Goods and coming out with enough Sporting Goods that the other houses could no longer afford to simply ignore us and we were given a rightful spot among men of the clothes.

As for me? Well, I am a different tale for you see, my mother was what you could call a "ragged jacket", and had a preference for men that were... not cut of the same cloth. Needless to say, I was a result of a tryst between her and a copper from Jewelry. "Quilted" they called me when I was born, "Patchwork", I had long been shunned because of it and I rarely even saw my mother. But the patriarch of the house still graciously allowed me some benefits of nobility. I was given a fine education by a private tutor, taught the higher arts and practiced the art of dueling, even if my peers made very... particular strikes upon me. Yet I could never have been part of that world for the finest dresses are of a singular color, not multiple.

When I was but a decade and a half old, my mother had plotted a way for me to leave that world which did not accept me. And so, with my single bag packed, devoid of any luxuries I was delivered to Jewelry in the hopes my father could give me a better life than that which I received. However, to my horror upon arriving, my father was long dead; a lowly copper does not last long in that wretched department of liars and schemers without skill or luck, and my father lacked both. However, I had both and soon met a particular man who took interest in my sharp eye and higher learning. Don Mafiso Pierro Fortuna Calente Nomaz de Sanaterini, or the Don for short, he was in need of a both a bodyguard and an impartial adviser. The intense politicking that plagues Jewelry made him hesitant to select one of his own men but I had no connection nor interest in such things ensuring that I would not betray him when his other subordinates might.

For 8 years I had stayed with the Don who put me through rigorous training in athletics, marksmanship and combat to ensure that I would be able to protect him from any assailant. He gave me a purpose that in my young, impressionable mind made me feel complete and useful, so I doggedly followed his whims. I saved the Don from no less than 27 attempts upon his life during my service; I failed on the 28th. You see, I had fallen in love with his daughter and she, having grown up in such a environment of deceit and trickery, had used me as a pawn so that her true lover could take power. I had let her into my lord's chambers one darkness within the hour the Don was dead, the daughter wasn't in the room and his murder was blamed solely upon me. With the rest of the mobsters seeking my blood, I once again packed my things and ran. To where you ask? No where in particular, I held a Mercury at sporting good point and told him to drive as far as he could until I arrived at a Bargain Bin.

Since then, I have employed my skills to any man in need of a man with skills such as mine. I've done it all, guarding caravans, killing a rival, translate old documents, negotiate for one faction for another. I have fought wild beasts and Stockers, climbed to the rafters and swam in the icy waters of Seafood. But none of my achievements have come close to that of my great grandfather's, and I hope to rectify that one day. Those knock-off fools in Clothing will never dare call ME patchwork or quilted again when I come back with a receipt of honors and achievements longer than their scarves!"

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PERSONAL GOAL: "I wish to be elevated to the same status as my great grandfather, Advantagar the Bold. I seek to live up to his legacy and surpass it so that I may prove that I am not Quilted.

LIKES: "I find a particular appreciation of fellow intellectuals and refined explorers. New cultures have always fascinated me and I am loathed to admit I am quite proud of my marksmanship and weapons. I also find great enjoyment and amusement in sharing stories, sporting contests of skill and exploring the great outdoors."

DISLIKES: "Those blasted liars and cheats of Jewelry are not to be trusted with even a crumb of a Bakery Tribe's bread. Those whose mental facilities are too limited to appreciate refinement, the arts and my noble status I have no love for. This is equally shared with those who take pride in ignorance, especially about the numerous other cultures of the Wal.

REPUTE: "My repute is entirely self made; many in Clothing do not see me as worthy of my bloodline and my name is said with mixed feelings in Jewelry even if mine are resolute and clear. I have been to many places far afoot, so many that I must admit I have forgotten some of them unfortunately. Regardless, I do my best to display refinement and chivalry whenever possible for what separates a gentleman from a beast if not his ability to reason and respect?

HEEL: "I despise the foul insult of "Quilted" and "Patchwork" with a fury that no gentleman such as I should say in polite company. I am cotton-born of House Orchily and I shall let none dispute my claim upon my house's noble blood.

CODE: "I am to aspire to the ideals of an gentleman of Clothing and as an heir to the legacy of Advantagar. Chivalry and reason is what the Great Sam has given us to separate us from Smilers and I do not intent to loose it. I believe that respect is a given but disrespect is earned and tis a debt that is to be paid back in kind.

QUIRKS: "Quirks? I suppose I do carry a vast variety of trinkets, bobbles, mementos and artifacts from my travels on my person and have a habit of always attempting to acquire more. I also consider myself a connoisseur of refreshments and beverages, I know a fellow in Soda and Drinks who brews a most delightful cup of spiked tea.

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[Marksmanship] ► "I've always had a sharp eye for detail, being able to point out frayed fabric in a rack of clothes. The Don taught me a good deal on sporting goods and their usage and I took to them quickly with deadly enthusiasm."

[Noble Blood] ► "While of limited use in some circles, there are still those outside the silk-born of Clothing who respect nobility and do not know of my... past. I do not intend to tell them should they prove open to my claims. Those who know of my great grandfather but do not know the circumstance of my birth are most appreciated."

[Pack Mule] ► "I admit my physique is not particularly impressive, especially compared to some other muscle bound brutes of the Wal but the number of trinkets and amount of supply I carry has given me a great deal of long distance endurance and strength."

[Heir to a Legacy] ► "I am of the blood of Avantagar! If he could forge through Gardening while carrying fresh meat than so can I! If he does not fear the Baby Goods than I shall not let a single whisper of cowardice into my head! He was a legend, and so shall I!"

[An Eye for Design] ► I concede that I cannot hope to be well informed on the newest trends with Fashion or Jewelry, but my time in both departments has given me an uncanny ability to recognize any brand, style or article placed before me. I have even been able to discern a number of fraudulent creations.



[Leenfind SMILE Mk. 4 Bolt Action Charger] ► "A gift from the Don. This device is a marvelous feat of ingenuity and craftsmanship built by a Dworf Master Crater in his service and based upon a famous model of sporting good I am told. It is capable of releasing all the energy of a battery with a single trigger pull, holding a grouping of 10 batteries within its frame, can mount upon itself a bayonet and accurate enough to land a blow between the eyes of a Greeter from nearly 600 paces away."

[Maverick-Pattern Koldt REV-6] ► "A fairly weighty six shooter charger sold to me by a man in Hardware. I admit I still have yet to fully master this weapon's mighty roar and kick but I appreciate its strength. It finds the most action in spaces where my full length Leenfind would be most uncomfortable. Tis has proven itself a worthy and reliable friend in darkness when I am forced to carry a torch or a lantern to ward off predators."

[Yat 3-oh-3 Bollant] ► "A part of a sporting good which my great grandfather brought back from his famous expedition into Sporting Goods. I was never allowed to even come close to looking at one of the treasures he found, this will be the closest I ever come. Tis my most dearly beloved trinkets."

[London Fog Black Signature Iconic Belted Trench Overcoat] ► "A fine specimen which I 'procured' during one of my more clandestine forays back into Clothing. Tis equal parts warm, light and water proof; perfect for any adventurous gentry such as myself. I have crafted a number of holsters, belts and pouches to be sewn into it to help store additional items."

[LLBean Men's Gore-Tex Cresta Leather Hiking Boots] ► "Another procured specimen, these boots are of a most rugged and durable construction having served me well for a number of years. I have had small nails inserted through the soles of the boots as to allow for greater grip upon difficult terrain and a steel toe cap which I've used against a number of very hostile groins to great effect."

[Cereai Sports Blade] ► "A fine blade I acquired during a trip to the lands of the Cereal Lords. I had assisted a number of them when their fortress was assailed by Suburbanites. What a ferocious battle that twas. I had put my training to good use, defending their Lord several times and gaining the scars to prove it. After the battle was won, I had been gifted this blade while recovering from my wounds. I admit I am not trained in the art of the Cereai Sports Blade but I do hope to master it one day.

[Adventuring Journel] ► "Every adventure must be noted and record so that others may one day learn from it. I never go anywhere without this beautiful little book. I acquired it during my first year as payment for a Stationari Daimyo after I brought back a number of Chargers (Blastas) and taught some of his men to use them. It is bound with this material they called 'leather' made from the skin of a mole and its paper is of the utmost quality".

[Glow Tron Lantern] ► "Ahh yes, the humble lantern, often the first thing many novices forget when packing I've discovered. I bought this from the Electronics Boys; its quite the ingenious design you see for it does not use any open flame at all! Instead it uses a number of colorful "Glow Rods", whose light is focused through a set of mirrors to project a bright light! This has become a most useful tool especially in areas which do not permit an open flame.

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NAME: Blue Deeveed

GENDER: Female

DEPARTMENT: Ex-Electronics

AGE: 25

APPEARANCE:

Blue only has a few clothes, and has taken to heat-blasting the few she does own in an attempt to get them clean when water is unavailable. Her goggles are always around her neck, even while she sleeps. Her hair is threaded with neon-luminescent strands that glow in the absence of light, though they can be turned off via a switch at her belt.

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Once upon a time, Blue was what one might call a 'Tron prodigy. In a world of sparks, metal, and flashing lights, she picked up the Learned Nye's teaching faster than any of her peers. In the Wal, one learns fast or dies fast, but Blue learned the fastest. during her childhood, she was member of the Tribe of Lonex, who believed in throwing their young into brutal work weeks with impressive turnaround. This resulted in plenty of childhood creations--most of which didn't work at all--and a healthy helping of anxiety and stress. A Lonexer never had time to process: there was always work to be done, machines to strip, machines to design, etc.

As her ability became apparent, so to did the expectations required of her. In her teenage years, Blue began to recede from tribal life, so busy was she with working on the next project planned by the Elders. Her reputation and fame grew, even as her mental health dropped further and further. Her father, Great Sam bless him, did what he could, but he was often away on Tron-raids, and so she learned not to rely on him.

Then, disaster. While on a raid of her own, the first she had been a part of for a long while, she was cut off by a trio of angry, angry Smiling One cultists. Her tribe--her entire point for living, working, and creating--left her for dead. That was the first crack in the glass of her mind. So far, the only one. After a near-suicidal 'Tron attack saved her from almost certain death, she limped across the Wal in a desperate attempt at reuniting with her tribe.

But it was no use. Alone, hungry, and worse, running low on power, Blue nearly gave up on life entirely before the voice spoke to her. It was small and soft, but insistent. Something inside her drove her onward, to find that voice, get her shit together, and maybe find out where she spited the great Lonex such that he had smote her so.

The voice turned out to be a small man. He didn't move when she approached, nor when she picked him up, but he spoke to her all the same. His perpetual smile and kind words soothed her troubled mind, and for the first time in weeks, she began to pull the fragments of her thoughts back together.

She was Blue Deeveed, expert 'Tronsmith. She had done incredible things for her people, and had devoted her life to the progression of science, as she had been told. And what had it gotten her? A tribe who'd turned on her at the first sign of trouble, despite being armed with tools she'd built for them. Lonex hadn't saved her--she'd saved herself, with a little help from the man who called himself Bonk.

That was her turning point. For the years after that, Blue struck out on her own, drifting from department to department like the wind from the great fans of the Ceiling. She survived through her wits, and by making deals with anyone who needed her expertise. Her reputation had somehow spread even further than she'd expected: after her stint with the Meat department devising an automation process for sharpening their hooks, she realized that anyone in the Wal could have use of her talents.

She was Blue Deeveed, and she would become a legend greater than Lonex himself. But to do that, she had to survive.

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PERSONAL GOAL: Blue will be legend. The entirety of the Wal will know her, like Great Sam himself. She will map every corner, scale every shelf, and find out what lies beyond the walls of the Wal. All of these things, and more, in time. The Lonex will rue the day they left her out to dry, as she eclipses them to be greater than they ever dreamed.

LIKES:
+Tinkering
+Neon Lights
+Powerful 'Tron
+Electronic mice
+Music with guitar in it
+Bonk

DISLIKES:
-Neon items which are not lights
-Disciples of Edison
-Tribe of Lonex
-Irregular noise patterns
-Folding Chairs

REPUTE: Blue was well known within Lonex-and indeed the whole of Electronic--before her abandonment. That is not to say she was well-liked: as mentioned, Blue was reclusive. Even among her own people, she saw few and spoke with fewer. There was no real love between her and her tribe, but they understood that her talent and creativity were essential to their growing dominance. In the face of death, however, their true loyalty (self-preservation) was revealed.
(We've been asking a lot about how your character looks at the world, so, let's reverse it around. How does the world view your character? What status does your character have in the world?)

HEEL: Her greatest strength is her greatest weakness: Blue is driven by a need to outdo her peers. This is a hallmark of the Electronic tribes, but her isolation and constant projects have pushed this need to absurd levels. If there is a hint of something broadening her horizons or improving her reputation, Blue will find it hard to turn down.

CODE: Blue's friends are few and far between. Namely, there is Bonk, and some of the kinder souls she's met during her pilgrimage to greatness. After her abandonment, she swore to never abandon a friend in need, even at risk to herself. She was better than the Lonex, and would not stoop to their level of cowardice.

QUIRKS: To briefly break the fourth wall, we observe--of course--that Bonk is not alive. And yet, Blue believes him to be so, and carries the small toy man with her at all times. Her hair is also unique, in that she is constantly weaving in strands of different lights and technology. The lights can be of many different colors, or none at all: a pure white light.

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Maker
► Blue is an inventor, a creator, and a tinkerer. Anything she is given is viewed by her as its component forms, and she carries around a set of small tools in her bag at all times. Nothing massive: a shining multitool, a pair of pliers, etc, but enough that she is able to make quick work of many things she finds during her misadventures. In fact, some who have watched her work believe that her bag must be blessed by the Great Sam himself, as any tool she needs appears to already be inside.

Weaponsmith
► Furthermore, Blue was a 'Tronsmith. She knows of the three Pillars of Nye, Electricity, Mechanery, and Reactivity. She uses this knowledge to brutal effect, crafting gleaming works of hodge-podge art that can down a dire pigeon in one shot, assuming one has the batteries to power it.

Magic Hands
► A catch-all term for the incredible dexterity and steadiness of Blue's hands, combined with great sleight of hand technique. Blue's hands are her artist's brush, and dealing a deck of cards will never be as beautiful after watching Blue's false cut.



(Your character's equipment. Include as many things that you think are necessary for your character. I want the most wacky shit you can come up with. But, be reasonable, however. Don't make your character carry a microwave that can turn into a nuclear bomb.)

Kriver
► Blue's primary Tron. A gleaming hulk of silver and black metal. A Lightning Shotgun overclocked to hit anything within ten feet with a blast of lightning strong enough to fry a Dire Dog whole. Kriver requires a change of batteries after every firing, and so is often the last resort in any firefight. Devastating, with absolutely no finesse.

Cazette
► Blue's non-Tron weapon, a potent crossbow that fires razor blades through a series of multiple strings and pulleys. More accurate than Kriver, generally more accurate, and the rate of fire is high. Battery requirement is fairly low. A Freelance repairman helped her design the wooden parts of the device, while she constructed the Tronic parts (a rudimentary aiming system and auto-reloader, for example). Prone to jamming.

Bonk
► Blue's best friend and guardian. Oftentimes Bonk will wake her if danger is near, or alert her in a low voice to an oncoming threat. She protects him, and he protects her. The only family she has, not that her father is gone.

The Heirloom
► Despite all her other tools, the Heirloom is Blue's prized possession. It is a little 'Tron device with a keyboard, a mysterious source of charge, and a retracting cable. It is the key to her success, and Blue uses the Heirloom to get the internal components of her Tron to fall to her will. A gift from her father before his untimely demise, few members of Lonex have Heirlooms, instead swapping them between one another as required. In other words, a portable computer Blue uses to program Tron where necessary.