[CHAR] Steampunk ⚙ Big Ass Monsters

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Floyd Nemesis

[Genbor]

Wench

Character Theme

Name
Forename: Osgood
Middlename: Winthrop
Surname: Fisher
Nickname: “Wench”

Gender
Male

Age
25

Birth Place
Aeraport: Mudburg, Agartha

Role/Occupation
Professionally: Airship Aviator
On the side: Tinkering Mechanic

Company Airship

Appearance & Equipment

Wench is a head shorter than the average male, with a light build consisting of lean, stringy muscles. His limbs are long and thin, and he is missing two fingers on his right hand (his pinky and ring finger), which he covers up with a welding glove.

Possessing dark, tousled short hair -- which he cuts himself whenever it gets too long, for convenience’s sake -- his face is angular with a broken nose, and sports a soul patch on his chin. Due to his wide mouth that is often in a half-crazed grin, and his intense blue-eyed stare, he generally comes across as insane.

His attire usually consists of simple shirts, baggy pants where he keeps his assortment of tools and cigarettes, and a leather harness to which he attaches a fuel-tank that powers his large blowtorch (All-Purpose Burner 5000), with tuneable settings to make it a proper flamethrower or welder depending on the situation.

To help him with it, he has a pocket watch that he repurposed into an attachable gauge, so he can check the pressure and adjust accordingly. When it’s not attached to the fuel tank, he uses it as a watch, although it has stopped working as a time measurement device since his modifications. He also has a lighter which uses the same fuel that is in his fuel-tank, and a wrench strapped to his left leg that serves as a tool to fix things as well as to bash in skulls if the need arises.

On his head he wears a welding mask, which provides shade from the sun, and also serves its original purpose. He uses it in place of goggles while flying, as it has a slider to adjust for welding and for normal vision. His left ear’s piercing is actually a small screwdriver, which he can remove at will when he needs to.

Strengths & Weaknesses

Despite his looks and attitude, Wench is an excellent airship pilot, knowing the limits of the vessel he is currently piloting, and pushes its limits to the fullest. He can fly through tight spaces that others might not consider even on their best days. Still, while he might be skilled enough in their navigation, it is still risky and there’s a very small margin for errors. He disregards safety and purposefully makes things more “exciting” than they ever need be, which doesn’t always end well.

He is also a skilled climber and a fairly decent tinkerer and mechanic, although his modifications often end up being only crudely functional, and more than a little dangerous. All in all, he is an illiterate adrenaline junkie.

Personality

Wench is decent enough when you get to know him, even if he is very odd. He cares more for the airships he pilots and tinkers than for people, and it shows in his lackadaisical attitude whenever he’s away from those two things. He prefers the company of women, especially ones who offer lady favors, but he is not averse to drinking himself into a stupor. While he might come off as standoffish, his true personality comes out whenever he’s near children, showing that he is caring even if he is rough around the edges. He knows how to handle them well, and the children love playing with him because of it.

Generic Scenarios & Behavior

He is incredibly meticulous when it comes to caring for airships, checking to see if everything is in perfect order before setting off from a town, although he has been known to cast off without it when the need arises. He knows the ins and outs of airships, and this is a step that he does not let anyone else do in his stead (other than perhaps his mentor and father figure), no matter how long it takes for him to do alone.

When he encounters new people who don’t catch his attention, he nonchalantly ignores them, sometimes pointedly so. If they are people he is supposed to be working with, he’ll tolerate them, but his current mood and their attitudes determine how he initially receives them. People in the same line of work as him, namely Airship Aviators and Mechanics start off on a positive note in his book, and are generally the people he feels most comfortable talking to.

His social interactions are all crude and uncouth, his choice of words generally gravitating towards vulgarity, even when he’s not trying to be offensive. Funnily enough, he actually gets more vulgar the more he likes the one he is talking to. If he dislikes someone, he’ll generally tend to simply ignore them.

On land, he’ll happily join in brawls, sometimes even starting them, but due to his shorter stature and lighter weight class he gets easily beaten if grappled. If he’s truly serious about hurting someone, he’ll wield his wrench as a weapon, but those moments are rare as he’s usually just in it for the thrill and not for the pain.

When he is on an airship that he is piloting, he takes his job seriously and follows the orders he’s given, although he takes unique spins on every occasion he can get, like flying way too close to the ground or some BAM -- more commonly known as Big Ass Monster -- to make it more exciting. As such, he’ll generally weave in and out of the BAMs’ proximity, attempting to catch their attention and irritate them, then lead them around while the crew uses the various weaponry on board or at their disposal to take it down. This baiting to kill maneuver is dubbed “Kiting”.

In the rare case that somebody needs help outside of the civilized areas, he will do his damndest to try and help them, although that’s exactly the behavior that pirates and bandits like to exploit. Still, he knows that if he were in a similar situation, he’d be helpless on land against the BAMs and the environment, so this knowledge motivates him to act even if he does not know the person. You wouldn’t want to be stuck in the same situation with no help coming, after all.

Background

Born to a prostitute in the slums of Aeraport, his mother named him as Osgood Winthrop Fisher, her way of dreaming for a better life for her son, something she was unable to provide. She passed away not long after due to an infection, leaving Osgood at an orphanage, where he would live for a good part of his childhood.

At the orphanage, he’d constantly be teased about his origins by the other kids, who weren’t born to much more prestigious means, just had the “good fortune” of not knowing their origins so they could fantasize about their parents. They coined the nickname “Wench” on him, meant to be taken as an insult. Around the age of 8, Osgood started wearing the name as a badge of honor, in the memory of his mother, and from then on the name had lost its initial bite.

At the age of 10, when the older kids had moved on to military schools, Wench was left as the oldest kid at the orphanage, and was tasked with caring for the younger children. He was the older big brother who they could turn to for anything, sometimes even taking on the blame for things they did, as physical punishment was very much a disciplinary measure used by the Keepers of the orphanage. Eventually, before he could be recruited into a military school, he left the orphanage and joined a group of street urchins. He spent the better part of his adolescence with them, where he was taught to live off of other people’s trash, as well as things they could steal. This was the time when he first started getting addicted to the adrenaline rush that comes during fight or flight situations. Whether running from the law enforcement or taking part in gang fights, he enjoyed every part of living for the thrill.

Around the age of 16, he attempted to shoplift from an old mechanic, who was onto him before he could even take two steps toward the door. The big, bulky man gave him a good and thorough beating, then decided that it would be better to take Wench on as an apprentice, rather than turn him in for attempted theft. At first Wench wanted to get away, but his fascination with the whizzing and whirring gizmos soon win his curiosity over and he decided to stay.

Anders was a mechanic of Norwegian descent, who had come to make his good fortune in this new world within a world. He specialized in airship maintenance -- as his shop of mechanical goods was a side business when the going was slow -- and would often visit various airship hangars to ply his trade, sometimes even taking off to test things out in the air. Though Wench was never studious, always skimping on lessons during his time at the orphanage, he was absolutely captivated by these giant machines.

He was mostly made to sit on the side and watch, and he missed little when observing. He was always tagging along on Anders’ side, quickly learning the necessary tools and techniques for each type of repair or maintenance, as well as the way the airships operated, and how they were handled by the Aviators when they took one out for a test flight. Then, one day he inevitably stole an airship just as it was being prepared for live testing.

He was around the age of 20, with enough knowledge that Anders sent him with the confidence that he could handle the job. Without the old Norwegian’s supervision, and the careless negligence of the airship staff, he took off and started flying the airship before anyone could even comprehend why the vessel was moving without the pilot.

As the now familiar feeling of leaving the ground rushed him, Wench was incredibly thrilled to know that the flying ship was now under his control, and it would move according to his whims. He fixed the steering wheel so that it wouldn’t sway in its course and performed the necessary checks that were drilled into him by Anders. Once satisfied, he turned it around and brought it back to the hangar he originally took it from.

There was some confusion when he landed and casually told the people there that everything was in order. Apparently, another airship was sent after him to try and retrieve the stolen vessel, which had to be called back soon after as its search would ultimately prove futile. While Anders had a heart-attack when the news reached his ears, the company management -- upon learning that this was the first time Wench had ever flown an airship -- were impressed by the finesse he showed, and ended up hiring him as an Aviator.

Airship Aviators were in great demand, especially since their training was a tedious and costly affair, so they were delighted to find such raw talent. They made a deal with Wench that the incident would not be brought to the attention of the authorities, if he started working for them. At first he was supervised by other Aviators while on trips, but it soon became apparent that he had an innate knack for handling airships, and eventually Wench left to his own devices. He has been an Aviator for 3 years now.

Personal Goal

Wench has been saving up for parts and materials to build his own airship (with the help of Anders), but this is an incredibly costly endeavor for a single person with an Aviator’s income. Still, while he is nowhere near even partially completing the base frame for the ship, bit by bit and piece by piece he is determined to build and own his personal airship, which he’d build according to his designs and specifications (supervised by Anders so it would retain some semblance of functionality).

His Airship Design

[ihinka]

Matu'i O'timbo

Name
Matu'i O'timbo /Her first name means Little Great One, after the Batu'i, which is the Lemurians' name for the BAMs. Her second name is most closely translated to 'pathfinder, explorer, discoverer'./ I imagine the humans would take to calling her Maddy, Mads or just Mad.
Gender
Female
Age
33
Birth Place
New Mu, City of Albion
Role/Occupation
Keeper of the Lost Technology/explorer
Appearance

Matu'i is not too tall or too short at her 5'5" with a slight frame, but is by no means weak. Years of eluding the Great Ones in search of Lost Technology have granted her stamina and endurance. She is fit and strong despite her size. Her facial features are delicate looking if not for the smudges of dust and dirt she collects during her travels. When she is home without the traces of Inner Earth on her face, she looks young and innocent beyond her age and life experience. Matu'i usually keeps her long, dark hair braided in her tribe's style. She likes it that way, but it is also out of necessity as not to hinder her in performing her duties. Her wardrobe is also one of comfort and utility.
Equipment/Inventory
A flintlock pistol. A machete type blade. At least five Great Ones beacons. Basic survival gear - water, rations, bedroll, blanket, first aid, etc. Various Lost Technology baubles and doodads she keeps on her person until she figures out what they do or are.
Strengths
Matu'i is a skilled explorer, tracker and hunter. She also possesses the 'danger sense' that all of her people inherited by the Ascended Masters. With some it is better developed then with others. With Matu'i it is of average development, but she does possess the added ability to be able to attune with the Great Ones energy and mind and halt their actions if only for a fraction of a second. A skill that has saved her life many a time. Also, as the Keeper of the Lost Technology, Matu'i is tech savvy and a skilled tinkerer. She loves fixing things as well as improving them. She is also very good at identifying tech and it's purpose.
Weaknesses
Matu'i can get so enraptured in her work while out exploring and searching for pieces of Lost Technology, that even her danger sense fails to kick in and alert her to impending threats. When out in the field she often looses track of time and ends up short on food and water, and in areas not conducive to hunting. An oversight she is quite well known for, which is why usually when she leaves Albion she is waylayed by several people supplying her with additional food and water. It is something that has saved her butt on more then one occasion. Something that is true for almost all Inner Earth inhabitants - pretty much every one of them would rather suffer injury or worse than be directly responsible for any ill befalling a Great One.
Personality
Dedicated, hardworking, determined, helpful.
Matu'i is a very driven person when it comes to performing her duties. She loves what she does wholeheartedly and is prepared to give as much of herself in service of that. She is not reckless per se, but has been known to loose herself in her work and forget all else. When she is safely tucked away in her lab, tinkering with her gadgets, she can become so absorbed in her work, she will ignore people around her. Not out of lack of manners, but simply because she doesn't register their presence in the background of her work. Still, when work is not her priority, she is a bright and pleasant companion. Full of stories and knowledge that she likes to share. She especially likes to tell the tales of the olden peoples that inhabited the surface of the Earth once. Stories about the Lost Technology and how their people came to live in Inner Earth.

Because of her work she doesn't have many close friends, but she is well liked and people tend to take care of her when she goes on on one of her hunts. Mainly because she almost always brings back useful stuff. But also because they know that she can become so absorbed in her exploring that she loses track of time and runs out of supplies. People appreciate and respect her and she in return tries to honor that appreciation and respect by providing them with the best her position and skills can offer.

When in dangerous situations Matu'i is mostly calm and collected because of her years exploring the vastness of Inner Earth with only herself to rely upon. She knows her own strengths and weaknesses and tries to find balance between the two. She never takes unnecessary risks. She is however prepared to risk life and limb for a comrade as well as for a Great One.
Background
Matu'i is a foundling. When she was but a toddler the former Keeper of the Lost Technology at the time, O'den Rak'nitu, found her the only survivor of her village. He took her back to Albion with him and a party was dispatched to the village to investigate what had happened. All the villagers were slaughtered. Men, women, children. None were spared. Matu'i had been lucky. In the commotion some furs and clothes had fallen over her crib and she was never found. O'den wouldn't have found her either had the child not cried out.

The party sent to investigate the attack on her village concluded that it was probably a group of humans from the surface. Weapons were used, which excluded the possibility of a Batu'i having been responsible. And since the peoples of Inner Earth did not quarrel with each other, the only other possibility left was outsiders. It wasn't a stretch as far as hypothesis went. Humans from the surface managed to find their way down to Inner Earth on occasion. It was mostly one or two stragglers. Hunters who'd lost their way, or runaway children. The hunters of Inner Earth found bodies from time to time and did their best to bury them and send them off respectfully. It was rare that a whole group would venture into the hollows of the earth. And never a group so violent. It was years later that Matu'i found out what had happened with the ones responsible for the slaughter at her village. Apparently they'd encountered one of the more aggressive Batu'i and had decided to test their warrior prowess on it. A mistake for which they'd paid with their lives.

In the City of Albion Matu'i was given a name, a place to live with O'den, as well as a path to walk when she grew up, should she decide to follow it, or strike out on her own. But by the time she was old enough to choose, she was enraptured by the Lost Technology. So she decided to follow in her adoptive father's footsteps and became his apprentice. She was a studious and attentive apprentice and took to the trade like a bird took flight. She was eager to learn and even more so to help and be of use to the ones who'd saved her. When O'den succumbed to old age, she took over as Keeper of the Lost Technology and carried on his legacy with pride and dedication.

[Azazaa]

Freiherr von Lochau

Gott erhalte, Gott beschütze...

Name
Friedrich Karl Alexander Freiherr von Lochau

Gender
Male

Age
30

Birth Place
North-western Austria

Role/Occupation
Diplomat, author, retired military official and Habsburg representative in the Hollow Earth.

Appearance
Freiherr von Lochau stands at 180cm with the build of an average fit 30 year old. He has a few scars around his body and a chromium-colored clockwork prosthetic where his right leg should be. His hair is slightly curly and light brown. Strong eyebrows and puncturing blue eyes dominate the top of his face and the noble nose comes with a fabulous moustache underneath it.

Equipment/Inventory
• Can often be seen wearing his formal attire, a tailcoat always kept in pristine condition a black-yellow striped tie.
• Old military dress uniform still travels with him for more notable events, and for the occasional nostalgia.
• Officer's sword
• Pocket watch, a precious family heirloom.
• Four-barreled duck's foot pistol in case things get steamy.
• Money. Lots of money. State money, family money. Lots of it.
• A full bookshelf.
• Portrait of Virgin Mary to be kept in a pocket at all times.
• Portrait of Franz Josef I to be kept in a pocket at all times.

Strengths
• Highly talented in speaking, writing and generally expressing himself.
• Academic knowledge on history, cultures and philosophy. He loves reading a book or two.
• Self-proclaimed strategic mastermind, with front-line experience from multiple wars and uprisings.
• Heavenly support - God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects.

Weaknesses
• Fanatic patriotism - While obviously seen as a virtue by himself and his countrymen, it can crowd his judgement and lead to embarrassment.
• Prone to alcoholism.
• Awkwardly working robot leg that slows down his walking speed and acts as an easy target of mockery for the more technologically advanced British and Americans.

Personality
• Cynical, ever since losing a limb and the Austro-Sardinian war. And full of revenge, you bet.
• Perfectionist.
• Arrogant, racist and superstitious - Hates the French and all kinds of Slavs. Generally dislikes anything that doesn't understand German.
• Loves those Sacher cakes and Wienerschnitzels.
• Devout Roman-Catholic - Did I mention how God will preserve Austria and her loyal subjects?

I don't want to go into too much detail about my character's behavior, because I feel like that'll just end up limiting the way I can write about him. We'll see how he plays out once we get to the story itself, alright?

Background
Born as the youngest son to an age-old Bavarian noble family in God's year 1831, Friedrich von Lochau lived the early years of his life in a bubble of conservatism and aristocracy. He absolutely loves the Kaiser, loathes the inferior minorities of the Empire and believes that Austria deserves her place as the great power in Europe and the world. And the underworld. He moved to Vienna when he was fifteen and volunteered to join the Imperial and Royal Army in 1846, after having completed his university studies. During the first years his military career von Lochau vigorously fought to suppress several uprisings in Poland.

In his civilian life von Lochau dabbled in painting, political theory and philosophy, as well as the noble sport of hunting in order to maintain his fitness and shooting skills. He married Cornelia von Weißdorf, an eccentric, strong and independent Prussian lady. The couple didn't have any children, because who needs children? Instead our man wrote and published a series of books.

Von Lochau lost his right leg during the final battles of the Austro-Sardinian war of 1859, and was given one of the first prototypes of a fully mechanic prosthetic leg the nation's top engineers had been working on at the time as a gift of gratitude for his exemplary service, by Franz Josef I himself. This naturally caused the press to be widely interested of the former officer and gave him a much needed popularity boost to later start his political career. Austria's own man of steel? By God's mercy, yes. Unfortunately, Austrian engineers were in fact way behind countries like Britain and the United States in this field of prosthetics and the leg soon proved to be rather painful to wear and difficult to maintain. But hey, you don't refuse a gift from the Kaiser! A series of strategic failures that came after this ended Lochau's glorious career on the front lines, the life he still longs to. It's one of the reasons he's still so bitter and willing to prove himself.

But alas, that's not the end of it. He moved from military to foreign politics and became Austria's diplomat - First to England in 1860, but after a small scandal involving the English press he was transferred from Europe to the Aeraport (following the previous envoy's untimely death upon choking on a Wienerschnitzel). This time he's not only doing diplomatic tasks - This time he's determined to prove himself again by bringing the Kaiser's light and guidance to Hell itself. The year is now 1861 and the Freiherr has only just arrived to his new post. His wife is to take care of family property in Vienna and is therefore not with him.

Just wait and see, the double-headed eagle will soon be the biggest of the big ass monsters in Agartha.

[BespeckledCeph]

Arthur Redding

Theme

Name
Arthur Redding
Gender
Male
Age
48
Birth Place
Kansas USA
Role/Occupation
Preacher of God and "Doctor" *Note: Does not actually have a qualifying education to be a doctor, and usually kidnaps his "patients"*
Appearance
Arthur is average for a 48 year old, and rather fit for his age. No living being has seen under his mask, his face is seen by none. He has a cross on the inside of his right glove, and takes it out to pray often. He is very lean in build. His right arm is clockwork, and he covers it up with his witch doctor clothing. He usually wears a wide brimmed hat and his mask. He also wears his large buckled trench coat with gray pants, a pair of leather boots, and gloves.
Equipment/Inventory
Wears a clockwork "bird mask" that has magnifying glasses and a respirator/air purifier. Has a clockwork arm that someone he doesn't even know made for him. Increased strength in right arm and it doesn't get tired, but has to refuel with coal every now and then. He has a steam operated pistol that fires 12 medium sized projectiles before it has to reload, can be modified on the fly to shoot his syringes. His syringe is filled by his chest holders for precise use and they can be refilled with his back tank. His "syringe" projectiles are refilled with his back tank as well. The liquid inside is as known as what is in Smoke's canisters and is usually changed for other "tests". It's just best not to ask what's in the canister.
Strengths
Extremely manipulative and is a really good shot with his pistol. Despite never being taught anatomy or attending doctor's school, he knows a surprising amount about the human body, and how to treat it, if he really wanted to. Knows a lot about Argatha's underground and it's black market. Skilled smuggler and chemist on the side. Skilled tracker. Agile
Weaknesses
Not very strong, can't take a beating, and can't throw a punch. Can't lift much either, but can pin an average person down due to raw experience. Very sadistic, this can be seen as a pro or con, it's a con as I view it. Can't be a gray man at all, always stands out from the crowd due to his mask and his reputation. Not very perceptive.
Personality
Sadistic, Manipulative, Probably Insane, Reasonable, yet Strict
I don't like being pinned by these things ok? Don't judge me Baka
Background
Arthur was born in Kansas, and was a normal kid. He was somewhat weird and unsocial, but that was the most. He went to church more than often though, and could usually be found praying in his town's church. He was an extreme history freak, and absolutely was absorbed in the 1500's-1600's. The plague doctors were also very enticing. When the hollow world was found, he waited a while, and moved in looking for adventure, and maybe god.

When he landed, it was an amazing sight. He was amazed that this was under his feet the whole time. He explored the cavern, and saw things, he had never seen in his small town. He saw crime, death, gangs. He had to stop these things. Something changed with him that day. He became a crusader in his own mind, but a sadistic maniac to everyone else. Extraordinarily manipulative and an extreme lack of empathy were showing characteristics of him. He used his knowledge of mechanics and created his mask. He used his much more expansive knowledge of chemistry to create a substance that could incapacitate, create extreme pain, kill, or many more things for him that he needed. He knows one thing that most don't. The day that he decided this path, when he went to bed, the next morning he woke up in a strange, unknown house. No one was there, his right arm was missing, replaced by a clockwork one. He didn't know to like or dislike it. His primal urges showed, and he began his "duty".

He became known as the Plague Doctor. The legend says that if you are seen by him, than you are already dead. A common Japanese saying "Omae wa mou Shindeiru". He experimented on his "patients". He cut them open and gazed on their insides, before even killing them purposefully. He would test his substances on them, see how people reacted. Some came out alive, husks of their formal self's, barely speaking, and on the brink of complete insanity. The only thing they can do is go on with their lives and lifeless beings. Oh yeah and he also was a skilled duelist, and had a rly gud aim or something. Something also about the quckest maths in the west (2+2)-1=3 quick maths.

Watch, and listen, for the quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.
Deus Vult, Non Nobis Domine, Ave Maria

[Drakey]

Name
Mikhail Falkher
Gender
Male
Age
22
Birth Place
Small time town in Michigan
Role/Occupation
Mechanic/inventor/mercenary/novice smith
Appearance
Boast about how ugly you are.
Equipment/Inventory
Poor as fudge! Mikhail has next to no money as he spends all the money he gets on materials for his weapons/stuff. Though, he does have a prosthetic arm that has replaced his right arm. He wears green tinted goggles, a long swallowtail trenchcoat, a brown vest with black leggings.
Strengths
Well….Mikhail is mostly shit in combat. However, he is a boss with a sniper rifle. Though, what keeps him alive is his skill with machines. So far, Mikhail has been able to develop several butterflies, for a total of five, and has at his disposal 20 spiders. His mode of transportation is akin to a segmented tank.
Weaknesses
Priorities. Mikhail is really bad with his priorities, often times putting some machinery or resources above his own life or even another’s life. He also can't shoot a pistol worth crap. Mikhail is probably the only human being that can miss his target with a shotgun.
Personality
Mikhail is a very bubble person when he's talking about either machines or materials. However, if one was to ask him about money, Mikhail's mood would plummet. He often doesn't realize that something potentially dangerous is nearby, unless he is looking for it, that is.
Essay is a WIP, will be updated throughout the RP.
Background
Mikhail was a nobody. Only a small time tinkerer in a small time town.Mikhail used to dream of the days that he could truly spread his wings. Now, with Agartha, those dreams may very well be a reality. Mikhail has been tinkering since he was born, always the inquisitive sort, he continuously astonished his parents. However, Mikhail’s ingenious came at a cost. He was unable to truly connect with his peers, often alone and with his machines.
When he was fifteen, Mikhail perfected the first of his spiders. Each of which are a foot in diameter and about six inches tall, though they can be a foot tall when they bring their legs together. They have been outfitted with the tools for dismantling and construction. Though five of them were built for the express purpose of gaining materials and processing them.
When he was 18 Mikhail developed the first of his butterflies. They are about ten inches wide, a few inches tall. Mikhail was able to create a frequency distributer between the butterflies and his goggles, as such, if Mikhail chooses, he can see through his butterfly’s eyes. Mikhail has been able to develop five of them.
When he was twenty, Mikhail got into an automobile accident, taking his right arm from him. As such, he was forced to create his own replacement arm, as he was unsatisfied with the options he was given. His new arm, while not any stronger than the original, has an assortment of tools in the forearm.
When he first travelled down to Agartha, Mikhail had just enough money to purchase an old, broken down foundry truck. After spending nearly month fixing it up, Mikhail is finally ready to set out on his own, or with others as the case might be.

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Current Project:

[Sierra]

Name: Samantha Whitmore, chooses to omit her last name to conceal family ties.
Age: 21 (almost 22)
Sex: Female
Origin: Whitmore Manor, Aeraport, Agartha Gates.
-The Whitmore family was originally from Texas prior.
Family: Andrew Whitmore (father), Rachael McCarthy Whitmore (mother)

Appearance: A slender young woman, her physical presence is hardly imposing. Sam’s fine boned face makes her wealthy upbringing painfully apparent. She keeps her light hair pulled back underneath a wide brimmed hat most of the time. Her emerald green eyes are brightly obvious even in such shade. She dresses in plain clothes, a shirt and pants instead of a blouse, avoiding the traditional wardrobe of most women.

Background: Sam was born of the Whitmore family, a wealthy name earning its fortune from goods transport into and throughout the new world. Her upbringing steered her towards being the perfect wife for another wealthy male, though she fought this every chance she could. She was constantly in trouble for sneaking out to the lower class districts with friends, or playing around on the docks near the airships constantly coming and going. She was obsessed with airships since she was a young girl. Of course, her parents would have none of their daughter being around the deckhand peasantry. More than once her father, Andrew Whitmore, third generation owner/operator of Whitmore Shipping Company, caught her in the carriage trying to sneak down to the docks whenever he went to attend to business matters.

Around 17, her parents were beginning to try to marry her off. Samantha made it a point to lead on every suitor, only to shatter their hopes and dreams as the adults began to press for an answer. After two years, Sam had grown tired of the game and on the eve of her 20th birthday, a party which was less for her, and more for her to be presented in a fancy dress to more men than she cared to be in eyesight of, she decided to leave. She dressed herself in deckhand’s clothes, a plain collared shirt, vest, and worn pants, and sneaked downstairs. Before she left the manor, she took one of her father’s mounted rifles off its plaque, a magazine-fed lever-action rifle taking standard 8mm full-power, and slung it across her back.

One of her “peasant” friends had arranged for her to have a place aboard a light freighter headed out into the frontier lands of Agartha. Wanting their daughter back, while also furious at her escapade, her parents arranged for a bounty to be placed for her safe return: a price on her head large enough that word of it would spread into the wildlands almost as fast as she could run. Now she takes various jobs aboard whatever ship will have her, making a name for herself as crew for hire while exploring the Scorpion’s Ville Frontier for herself.

Friends/Allies: Sam does not settle down much and therefore does not keep in contact with many people. She knew a great many people in the upper class society of Aeraport, especially centered around the Avalon district where she lived. However none of those old names mean anything anymore, as a return to Aeraport is quite risky to her. Her family’s influence has made certain that she would be spotted almost immediately.

Enemies: Having a several thousand dollar price tag for her capture put a lot of people on her trail, but the frontier is a large place to hide. In rare instances, a lone pirate-wannabe will find her out and try to make himself rich, but is hardly a challenge for her to evade or dispatch.

Dreams/Life Goals: Sam hopes to one day captain her own airship providing ‘goods procurement’ to frontier towns (piracy). She also hopes her parents can one day understand her desires to be a frontiersman, rather than a perfect princess to be married off, however she understands the cultural barriers of the wealthy elite that stand against such.

Best Qualities: For a frontiersman, Sam is quite optimistic. Her upbeat attitude can help motivate those around her. She is also a quick study, going from almost no firearms training to accurately hitting a man-sized target at 100 meters within a few months of being on the frontier. Such distances are still short for ship-to-ship combat, but her progress as a marksman is remarkable nonetheless.

Worst Qualities: Sam has an almost-complete disregard for etiquette, heavily stemming from it being shoved down her throat from a young age. She can sometimes come across as brash without trying. She is not very tactful even if she needs to be.

Weaknesses: The frontier of Scorpion’s Ville is still new and exciting to Sam. It’s all still a game to her, even when bullets are flying past. She does not yet fully grasp the seriousness of it all. Underestimating the frontier is a grave mistake, and the life and death stakes of these lands do not always give second chances.
She sometimes jumps straight to violence, or threats thereof, if she perceives it to be likely in the near future. This ‘jumping to guns’ has caught her more than once in a shootout that wasn’t entirely necessary.

Paraphernalia: Sam carries most everything with her in a brown leather rucksack. That which she does not includes her rifle and an ammo belt with three spare magazines and twenty additional rounds, which she wears loose around her waist. In the rucksack is two changes of clothes, one spare box of rifle ammo, and a smallish leather coin purse never holding more than fifty dollars, and other miscellaneous items. She never carries much in the way of money.

Her rifle is a lever-action with replaceable magazine holding ten rounds, made of machined steel. Firearms of such quality are almost unheard of on the frontier, and very expensive. The valuable bits are set in a lightly stained white ash body with a polished brass casing around the receiver action. Save for the reward attached to her name, the rifle is the single most valuable thing she carries.