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Heya!! This looks simply amazing. Love to join in awwwww yeah! ;DD

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Well I'm okay with anything but like my main concern is not having the 'prologue' bog down with too much slice of life-esque style posting. Meaning: daBomba would love to ramp up the tension pretty quick! So yeah, that's my vote ;D

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

CeCe

Chantal Cherie Lapin

Nicknames:
CeCe or Channi (friends) / ChaChe (Sha Shay) (family) / Lt. Bunny (work friends) / Valkyrie (Pilot call sign)
Age: 26
Gender: Girl

Appearance:

Big, tall, bruising blondie with a face never complete without a scowl. Piercing icy blue eyes, strong nose, full lips and sharp cheekbones, she is a muscled beauty with the face of an archangel. Unblemished pale skin upon her face save for the small teardrop shaped scar just on the outside the left outer corner of her left eye.

Long blonde hair is always tied up tight in either a bun or French braided while on duty. When at work she has a no-nonsense approach to her attire; no jewelry, no tattoos exposed. Her uniforms and accessories are always clean crisp, and professional-looking; an air of importance she keeps always about her even before she was promoted to officer rank.

When off duty, she sports one of two styles: athletic and off to the gym or sexy, muscle revealing outfits. But she will only wear skirts or dresses for very, very exceptional occasions. Other than that she will never wear those 'gender-designated' things. The shoes on her feet may look expensive because they really are expensive. CeCe will pay top dollar for comfort, durability, function and style. And those wild, wild socks... they really are the only articles of clothing that show the woman's playful, quirky side.

Profile

Chantal is military blooded through and through. Her mother, Corinna was a Ranger and her father, Ralph was a Colonel in the Canadian Armed Forces. Her youger twin sisters, Chances et Chansons, age 20, were attending a major military college. Chantal, aage 26 and her older brother, Chevalier, age 28 have served in the Canadian Air Force. And even her grand parents on either side did some service time in their days as well. All children have inherited their size, wheat blonde hair and piercing blue eyes of both their parents; the Lapin lineage is full of big imposing figures.

Out of all her siblings, Chantal would be the one with the most fire in her belly. That is not to say, the others are pushovers, no, because in fact her brother Chevalier was quite the decorated, multi-sport athlete that went to Nationals many times and had been selected for Canada's Olympic team if not for the Olympics being cancelled altogether. And that may be the underlying reason for her intense and tenacious persona; she was quite the athlete herself, but always living in the shadow of her older brother. And so the one and only thing she ever beat him in, she made herself known in that spotlight solely amongst her siblings. ChaChe was the best fighter amongst them and intended to be the best fighter out there.

And so with a fighter's mind and attitude she took to life and all her endeavours. Her demeanour was always a stern, calculating one; often stoic at times yet always polite and respectful as she had been taught since she was but a girl. But if the need to fight arose, you would have no doubt that Channi would throw down no matter the size or rep of the opponent. And this would be her downfall.

A successful run in the mixed-martial arts ring as Women's champion and simultaneously earning her rank of Lieutenant as a squad leader pilot in the Canadian Air Force she had enjoyed. Everyone knew her as a hard-working, dedicated, role-model type yet still that badass, Lt. Bunny. But those that got to know her even better would know her as just a silly little bunny rabbit in private quarters; she was a just a little softie inside that tough exterior armour afterall. But then came that night of 'one-too-many' drinks. And that run of success all came crashing down.

The car accident only managed minor injuries and only the four pilots were involved, no others, and especially no civilians. Yes, there was reprimands, but of all them, Channi was affected the hardest. The accident resulted in her damaging her left eye and thusly she was deemed unfit for professional fighting and, even worse yet, deemed unfit to safely pilot an aircraft. Channi was oh so devastated. She took all efforts to try to regain her status as a pilot, but to no avail. Then came the day she had another 'one-too-many' drinks. An argument ensued and she put a superior officer and one of her best friends into the hospital as a coma victim. She evaded jail-time with heavy legal firepower, but was dishonourably discharged and recommended for required counselling when all was said and done.

Over the next two years, she finally got her act together and earned her way back into service as security detail even to the point of attaining rank as a junior officer and squad leader once more; this time unfortunately not as a pilot, but still she strived to be the best and she was very pleased with the results. Things had taken a very dire turn on the planet and her family had already settled in their places on the Ark but Chantal's and her brother Chevalier's path took a different route. Chevalier is a select helicopter pilot for the spec-ops team: Defender. And Channi works as security aboard the project: Endeavor-06. They will be leaving this rock upon this beauty.

But not without her.

Over the past two years she had been training hard, getting counselling, and re-focussing, but all the while she had been beating herself up over what she had done. The superior officer she had put into a coma was Captain Alina Reid, ex-wife of her cousin, Maxim. Everyday she visited that woman. Every single bloody day... and and then Alina woke up. The tears of all those touched by the brutal incident and its aftermath could have created a new lake upon its own.

But instead of a medical miracle blown up all across every single news media platform, Alina's miraculous recovery would be a duly noted event to be filed away. The dire state of the world was all-consuming and small victories mattered not in a global scale evacuation. And of course, Alina the miracle recovery patient did not have her ticket punched to board the Ark. She was to be considered collateral loss because with a Do Not Resuscitate tag upon her, she was doomed to remain on the dying planet and rot there till she found her own demise.

No. Oh, hell no. Chantal was not about to let that happen.

No, the big, blonde Francophone was going to make things right. Two years of hoping against hope, and finally having your dreams come true only to have to snatched away in a twisted technicallity of the human world of Law?

Oh, hell no. Alina Reid was going to make it into space. Her former CO was getting aboard that boat named Endeavour-06.

But plans do go awry when the unforeseen happens. There are some people out there that do not want Captain Reid on to leave this planet. You see, for 2 years she was quiet and never told a soul what secret she held. The coma guaranteed her secret to remain in silence and no assassination attempt guaranteed no martyrdom. It was a 'just right' balance for some people. But if that secret ever escaped her lips there would be some people that would have to pay for past sins even out there on the red planet. There are some people out there that need to keep Reid quiet. And these are some people Channi Lapin may know. These select individuals are military. And they are high up. Quite high up.

Only fools who would sign their own death warrants would go up against the will of these people; these are some people you just do not mess with.

And of course, Chantal and Chevalier Lapin are those fools. For they know that all they need to do is get Reid on board and the death warrants are anulled; Endeavour-06 is a safe haven. It is amnesty. But only for those aboard.

So their goal is clear cut and simple; they need to get Reid on board. But they will need help. A lot of help.

So the profile is basically a sub-plot that may tie-in a bunch of charas together. I dont intend for this to revolve around Channi. I just wanted to keep it open enough for us to play around with tho okay? ;DD Go on and hit up daBomba with ideas if you gots them!

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Girlie1Bomba CeCe is terrifying! I love it! It's all good and I think her story will make a great addition. Feel free to add her to the 'characters' section.
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@Ronin Lotus

Awwww yeah. Thanks boss! Yeah she's pretty badass but a good girl underneath it all ;DD

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

Heya boss. Okay so here is my app. Let me know what needs to be addressed or edited for acceptance please :]

CeCe

Chantal Cherie Lapin

Nicknames:
CeCe or Channi (friends) / ChaChe (Sha Shay) (family) / Lt. Bunny (work friends) / Valkyrie (Pilot call sign)
Age: 26
Gender: Girl

Appearance:

Big, tall, bruising blondie with a face never complete without a scowl. Piercing icy blue eyes, strong nose, full lips and sharp cheekbones, she is a muscled beauty with the face of an archangel. Unblemished pale skin upon her face save for the small teardrop shaped scar just on the outside the left outer corner of her left eye.

Long blonde hair is always tied up tight in either a bun or French braided while on duty. When at work she has a no-nonsense approach to her attire; no jewelry, no tattoos exposed. Her uniforms and accessories are always clean crisp, and professional-looking; an air of importance she keeps always about her even before she was promoted to officer rank.

When off duty, she sports one of two styles: athletic and off to the gym or sexy, muscle revealing outfits. But she will only wear skirts or dresses for very, very exceptional occasions. Other than that she will never wear those 'gender-designated' things. The shoes on her feet may look expensive because they really are expensive. CeCe will pay top dollar for comfort, durability, function and style. And those wild, wild socks... they really are the only articles of clothing that show the woman's playful, quirky side.

Profile

Chantal is military blooded through and through. Her mother, Corinna was a Ranger and her father, Ralph was a Colonel in the Canadian Armed Forces. Her youger twin sisters, Chances et Chansons, age 20, were attending a major military college. Chantal, aage 26 and her older brother, Chevalier, age 28 have served in the Canadian Air Force. And even her grand parents on either side did some service time in their days as well. All children have inherited their size, wheat blonde hair and piercing blue eyes of both their parents; the Lapin lineage is full of big imposing figures.

Out of all her siblings, Chantal would be the one with the most fire in her belly. That is not to say, the others are pushovers, no, because in fact her brother Chevalier was quite the decorated, multi-sport athlete that went to Nationals many times and had been selected for Canada's Olympic team if not for the Olympics being cancelled altogether. And that may be the underlying reason for her intense and tenacious persona; she was quite the athlete herself, but always living in the shadow of her older brother. And so the one and only thing she ever beat him in, she made herself known in that spotlight solely amongst her siblings. ChaChe was the best fighter amongst them and intended to be the best fighter out there.

And so with a fighter's mind and attitude she took to life and all her endeavours. Her demeanour was always a stern, calculating one; often stoic at times yet always polite and respectful as she had been taught since she was but a girl. But if the need to fight arose, you would have no doubt that Channi would throw down no matter the size or rep of the opponent. And this would be her downfall.

A successful run in the mixed-martial arts ring as Women's champion and simultaneously earning her rank of Lieutenant as a squad leader pilot in the Canadian Air Force she had enjoyed. Everyone knew her as a hard-working, dedicated, role-model type yet still that badass, Lt. Bunny. But those that got to know her even better would know her as just a silly little bunny rabbit in private quarters; she was a just a little softie inside that tough exterior armour afterall. But then came that night of 'one-too-many' drinks. And that run of success all came crashing down.

The car accident only managed minor injuries and only the four pilots were involved, no others, and especially no civilians. Yes, there was reprimands, but of all them, Channi was affected the hardest. The accident resulted in her damaging her left eye and thusly she was deemed unfit for professional fighting and, even worse yet, deemed unfit to safely pilot an aircraft. Channi was oh so devastated. She took all efforts to try to regain her status as a pilot, but to no avail. Then came the day she had another 'one-too-many' drinks. An argument ensued and she put a superior officer and one of her best friends into the hospital as a coma victim. She evaded jail-time with heavy legal firepower, but was dishonourably discharged and recommended for required counselling when all was said and done.

Over the next two years, she finally got her act together and earned her way back into service as security detail even to the point of attaining rank as a junior officer and squad leader once more; this time unfortunately not as a pilot, but still she strived to be the best and she was very pleased with the results. Things had taken a very dire turn on the planet and her family had already settled in their places on the Ark but Chantal's and her brother Chevalier's path took a different route. Chevalier is a select helicopter pilot for the spec-ops team: Defender. And Channi works as security aboard the project: Endeavor-06. They will be leaving this rock upon this beauty.

But not without her.

Over the past two years she had been training hard, getting counselling, and re-focussing, but all the while she had been beating herself up over what she had done. The superior officer she had put into a coma was Captain Alina Reid, ex-wife of her cousin, Maxim. Everyday she visited that woman. Every single bloody day... and and then Alina woke up. The tears of all those touched by the brutal incident and its aftermath could have created a new lake upon its own.

But instead of a medical miracle blown up all across every single news media platform, Alina's miraculous recovery would be a duly noted event to be filed away. The dire state of the world was all-consuming and small victories mattered not in a global scale evacuation. And of course, Alina the miracle recovery patient did not have her ticket punched to board the Ark. She was to be considered collateral loss because with a Do Not Resuscitate tag upon her, she was doomed to remain on the dying planet and rot there till she found her own demise.

No. Oh, hell no. Chantal was not about to let that happen.

No, the big, blonde Francophone was going to make things right. Two years of hoping against hope, and finally having your dreams come true only to have to snatched away in a twisted technicallity of the human world of Law?

Oh, hell no. Alina Reid was going to make it into space. Her former CO was getting aboard that boat named Endeavour-06.

But plans do go awry when the unforeseen happens. There are some people out there that do not want Captain Reid on to leave this planet. You see, for 2 years she was quiet and never told a soul what secret she held. The coma guaranteed her secret to remain in silence and no assassination attempt guaranteed no martyrdom. It was a 'just right' balance for some people. But if that secret ever escaped her lips there would be some people that would have to pay for past sins even out there on the red planet. There are some people out there that need to keep Reid quiet. And these are some people Channi Lapin may know. These select individuals are military. And they are high up. Quite high up.

Only fools who would sign their own death warrants would go up against the will of these people; these are some people you just do not mess with.

And of course, Chantal and Chevalier Lapin are those fools. For they know that all they need to do is get Reid on board and the death warrants are anulled; Endeavour-06 is a safe haven. It is amnesty. But only for those aboard.

So their goal is clear cut and simple; they need to get Reid on board. But they will need help. A lot of help.

So the profile is basically a sub-plot that may tie-in a bunch of charas together. I dont intend for this to revolve around Channi. I just wanted to keep it open enough for us to play with tho okay? ;DD

The Endeavour Six (Open, read first OOC post and I'll brief you if you're interested)

@Ronin Lotusheya boss.

And just checking for pic. Realistic or real people?

The Helium Frightful

Heya! Posted!

I just wanted to tease out the whole communication issue between Lucky and Day a bit more.

@Eventua Just messin with you earlier. I just positioned Lucky where the Bobblings can't see her so yeeeah it's cool. :]

The Helium Frightful

Lucky

♥

~~~

There was no response to her offer of friendship.

Big baby blues stared up at the Big Fella. Her head tilted a bit, a querying look falling over that youthful looking face. Lucky could not sense if the multi-limbed being was in discomfort, lost, content or any emotion at all really. Normally, while she was purring she would get a sense of how the others near her would be feeling; Lucky could gage whether or not she was able to impress upon the others her own happiness. But with the Big Fella here...? This being was rather enigmatic and intriguing to say the least.

Then all at once she felt that prying sensation once more and instantly her purr-song ended. Instinctively, she 'stuffed-up' the spaces in her mind that a person with telepathic powers, a Programmer as she knew them, would attempt to breach. To Lucky, it felt like wave after wave of invasive liquids attempting to flood, to drown out her own thoughts and feelings. Internally, she steeled herself, and once she felt the intensity of the wave reach peak point, she pushed back at the wave. And once more, the pressure inside her body increased and she was going to burst another blood vessel in her nose.

But soon it passed and he did not have to push back so hard against the telepathic wave from the Big Fella. And thusly there was no second nose bleed.

_{"Ummm... no. No, Dots. Din't think o' that actually..."} she whispered to the regally posed cat strapped up on her hip. _{"Next time then, girlie. Next time..."}

And so onto the blue-silver grass did the girl kneel, big baby blues still trained on the face area of the Big Fella. Once more her head tilted a bit as her mind fell into wondering. If he had no mouth and could not speak... then could he eat? And what would a giant bug-like person with no mouth eat anyways?

The bits and baubles that adorned the Big Fella's head protrusions clicked and clacked almost musically as he turned his head to the skies, eyes closed. Then all at once she felt that prying sensation once more and again, instictively her defenses went to work but this time she did not push back. Instead she started up her purr-song.

It was like magic.

No, she could not know the message that was relayed, but the tone, the 'colour' of the message she could sense. She could feel it; he was being gentle.

The invasive waves ceased once more and hot liquid welled up in those big baby blues. All she ever knew of those waves attempting to flood her mind was feelings of terror, pain, anguish and frustration. This was the first time someone sending her a wave had been gentle. So gentle.

Hastily she wiped at her eyes, turning away as she did. She did not want to let the Big Fella see her as a vulnerable and worthless thing. When she was done cleaning up her face, she turned back to the Big Fella and flashed him a grin.

"I don't know if ya can hears or understand me, Big Fella... but I thiiink--" she cut herself off to take a nerve-calming breath before continuing, "--no and nay again, not think. I know yer not one of them. And even if we can't be friends, mister, at least this here Lucky lass knows ya don't means me n' Dotsies no harm. And that do be good enough for us, it do, Big Fella. Aye, and again aye."

A wink and nod she tossed his way, still 'purr-songin' for him. Big baby blues watched as the Big Fella lowered his strange, yet majestic form to the silvery-blue grass beneath them. Slowly she rose from her kneeling pose. Then softly, yet unerringly, Lucky slinked on over near him. Once more she looked up at him, flashed another smile, wink and nod, then promptly she too lowered herself onto the grass. Her smaller lithe form curled up comfortably beside one of the Big Fella's huge legs.

_{"Fiiiiine then, Dotsies... you were right. Fine then, girlie? Now hush..."}

And so once more she slumbered, this time in the silvery-grass, hidden in his looming shadow. Midnight hued eyebrows slanted away, at full contentment. Serenity graced her small pale face as she lay there, tucked away by his side, out of sight from prying eyes of those that would pass, like say, the eyes of the little mob of curious walking mushroom people and their even more curiouser mushroom people's 'noble steed.' Pity she missed such a fantastic yet mind-numbing sight. But she was quite fast asleep but quick.

No, she did not dream, she never did, but rather she drifted along to the wave of the Big Fella's humming. And for the first time in a long time the 'prompts' of her sleepy-thinking thoughts were stilled.

The Helium Frightful

@Mokley Let me get one more in please!!

The Helium Frightful

POSTED.

Also apologies to @Girlie1Bomba that Krita failed to notice Lucky, he's *way* too distracted by the Whispered Day who stands out way more as 'a big scary dumb thing that will probably eat us all and wouldn't even know we taste bad??'

That said, I'm curious how good everyone else's sense of smell is? Bobblings 'special speech' is very difficult for 'biggs' to learn because it's not vocal and therefore does not make a good basis for abstract communication with non-Bobblings. That said, someone could easily 'get the feel' of what it means or implies with enough exposure.

@Eventua

Wut really bruh? daBomba helps name your little things and you do me like that? Really? Thanks a lot man... wow. Thanks. Looks like I'mma have to rage quit this shiet then. Unbelievable. Wow, Thanks.

;PP

Actually Lucky has excellent senses so yeah theres that... oh wait. I seem to notice that she totes gots dissed so I guess we won't know if she can or can't learn that 'special speech' because she don't 'stand out way more' than others...

;PP