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Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Thanks, Grainsy. I should be able to finish up my post tonight. Sorry for keeping everyone waiting!

Well, I'm a little over halfway done with my post...was a bit sidetracked with other things tonight, 100% my own poor planning. I should be able to get something up tomorrow after work, but as I've understand I've kept things on a painful grind for over a week now, I would completely understand if you all had to move on. No trouble doing a little retconned action on my part.

Again, apologies, all. I am simply the worst at...time...things.

Animorphs

CJ, I can post something with you if you like. Would you mind starting it with whatever you had in mind? You can shoot me a PM and I'll add my part this evening.

The Last Kings of Orion

Oh, this is fantastic. There certainly is pressure to be better -- speaking of, I'll have all my things done tonight, you wonderful patient people you. So excited to be able to work with you all. =)

The Last Kings of Orion

I should finish my MC first...but I also want to recreate Ron Glass's character from Firefly, so...that's happening. (._. ) ( ._.)

Never Lose Your Hat!

Ivy had been errantly trying doors down the dimly-lit hallway when Jötz words finally caught up to her. She poked her head out into open space, dark curls somehow still dripping from her fall into the water, and made a face.

"The Baron? The Baron? Baron Wulfenbach? Why would he want me?" She paused to consider this, her fingers idling with a wrench she must have grabbed from the tool supply before or after the explosion (the explosion! The thought of it still made her want to giggle, but she refrained because Jötz had his serious face, which Ivy was pretty sure was happening more and more often) without thinking about. Her scowl deepened.

"And what I don't want to go with him?" She had heard horror stories about the Baron and his floating castle 'o' Sparks growing up. Most of the children of Motorhum had. They were none of them particularly pleasant, but all, save for those slurred in dirty alleys by the pinch of town drunks, were spoken with a quiet reverence. The more Sparks the Baron snatched up, the fewer remained to terrorize the villages scattered amongst the Wastes. Still. Wulfenbach's skybound fortress might take her home, or on any number of grand adventures...or it might force her to spend the rest of her life fixing watches over empty patches of nothingness. No, Ivy much preferred to be in control of her own destiny.

Besides. She'd rather grown to enjoy the company of her new Jaeger friend. Even if he had amputated her arm. She wasn't sure whether Baron Wulfenbach allowed for guests, and she wasn't keen on the idea of falling asleep somewhere with half a clank in her lap, then waking up alone on an unfamiliar ship.

"I thought the whole point of going to the big cities was that no one would try to kill me," Ivy said slowly as she emerged from the last of the open rooms. She was staring intently at the wrench in her hands now, frowning as she chewed a lip. "If they're just going to try anyway..." She trailed off then grinned suddenly. "Well, they can try." She imagined a place where she would be able to build something -- somethings -- big enough to defend against the Baron's fortress.

"Mechanicsburg!" she blurted suddenly. "Let's go there. How long do you think it'll take? I can make the engine go faster, I bet. And mount some cannons on the front of the barge, so we can blast through the walls, instead of going around them. And -- "

She glanced back over her shoulder to try and gauge his relative levels of excitement, and saw he was still pretty much centered on what he'd been saying. Impatient, Ivy exhaled and rolled her eyes.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I won't tell anyone I'm a Spark." She scowled again then added impetuously, "And I won't go with the Baron. I want to stay with you."

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

Thanks, LT! I am definitely both. I *LOVE* living/working in the city (...most of the time, I have an entirely new disrespect for all manner of early-morning solicitations...), but also I have a feeling I'm going to be in a bit over my head. Still. That's what your 20s are for, right? Fudging your resumè and then Googling all the answers Learning?

...man, I hope no future employers are also RPG fiends...

Juxy -- You. I like you.

Pieces of 8: Bones of the North

I should have something up by the end of the weekend. Starting a new job on Monday so things are a bit busy as it were.

The Last Kings of Orion

All of those things y'all already said. Alladat.

The Last Kings of Orion

*phew*

Delilah Espinosa de Jesús Dominguez del Beltran aka Deli Beltran

An ebullient (epileptic) 21-year-old from Barcelona, Copernicus's proclaimed "Queen of Blowing Shit Up" hopes to find safety for the rest of humanity -- and redemption for herself. Loves people, dancing, sarcasm, and Nütella.

The Nitty Gritty

Age: 21 years | Position: Demolitions

Virtues: Inventive, easy-going, brave | Vices (or something): Stubborn, anti-authoritarian, easily bored/distracted

Motivation: Redemption...and comic relief | 3-Word Nutshell: Spunky, rebellious, spontaneous

Brief Bio
Born to a Spanish rocket scientist and a self-proclaimed 'free spirit', Deli is technically the second of four children, and the only girl. Before The Change, and even during, she never took much seriously. She was smart, but never driven, too unapologetically stubborn to succeed in academics or military, like her father and brother before her. She was set to graduate high school at fifteen years old after obtaining an unofficial degree in chemistry and robotics from her father's college. But the idea that she might have to grow up was appalling enough that, for a few months, she ran off with her mother, building animatronic puppets for a sideshow circus.

Her youngest brother, Alfredo, is ten, now asleep on the Copernicus. Prior to its launch, Fredo had not spoken to anyone in over a year.

Her oldest brother, Diego, is also a Copernicus sleeper. He is a severely autistic savant, who tends to be quiet, but is fluent in fourteen different languages. He, along with his sister, comprises one half of the remaining Beltran triplets.

Her mother was a Frenchwoman, born Adèle Laurant, who changed her name to Gira-Sol (Catalan for sunflower) after meeting her former husband, Guillermo Beltran. Gira was a singer and circus performer in Spain who doted on her children but, like her daughter, had a very hard time staying still. She became particularly 'unhinged' after an accident one year prior to the launch of the Copernicus, and abandoned her family to become one of the vigilante ecozealots. She has not been seen or heard from since as far as anyone knows.

The head of the family, Guillermo Beltran, moved his wife and children to America to begin work on the Copernicus. A genius engineer and renowned (literal) rocket scientist, he was able to secure space aboard the legendary ship in which he had a large part creating. Unfortunately, he never got to see the results of his work. He died one month before the launch.

Finally, Dacio Beltran, the once-golden boy of his family, and the youngest of the triplets. Something of a prodigy in his own right, Dacio and Deli were best friends, even when the younger dropped out of secondary school in her final year -- Dacio had always blamed himself for that, as he graduated at fifteen and completed schooling at the Polytechnics University of Catalonia by seventeen, bolstered along the way by the crisis The Change had presented. He had been with the demolitions unit of the Spanish Armed forces just a few months when their father moved them to America. Shortly after that, he returned to his bunk one day to find his sister with a smuggled pile of electronics and explosives.

In the six months following the death of her brother and best friend, Deli retreated into herself, making an effort, for the first time in her life, to be better than she was. Her expertise, her will, and a fair amount of nepotism, found her a spot on the demolitions team that would blow out the side of the Mountain before the Copernicus's launch.

Deli has more or less returned to herself, boisterous, irreverent, hard-headed. But to her, Dacio's death -- and her father's -- still feel very recent. And she's never forgotten his last words to her as she tried to shove his insides back inside:

Prengui el meu lloc, germaneta. Troba una estrella per a mi.

Take my place, little sister. Find a star for me.

She doesn't talk about Dacio often. But the tattoo on her back -- a field of stars that disappear over her shoulders, emblazoned by the words caos dins, chaos within -- was inspired by him. And a Nietzsche quote: "You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star."

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Secondaries: Both WIPs for the time-being

Maya Elizabeth Coleman

Jamaican-born and naturalized, Maya Coleman is the last in a long line of military pilots. There was never any other option for her but the Copernicus. She believes in justice, duty, and honor above self, and can't stand to see a job half done. She has no family aboard the Copernicus, which is just fine by her.

The Nitty Gritty

Age: 41 years | Position: Pilot [currently flying section two of the Copernicus]

Ha-neul Bae Park

Ha-neul Bae Park, known in recent years as simply Park, was a reverend as a small church in Seoul, South Korea, for thirty five years before a mysterious and life-changing event prompted him to move to the States. He obtained his MD in psychiatry from Berkeley and opened a pro bono practice in Oakland, California. He was commissioned to the Copernicus as a therapist and psychiatric consultant.

The Nitty Gritty

Age: 66 years | Position: Ship Shrink and Unofficial Pastor

Animorphs

Speaking of...anyone got anything in the works?