Val would gladly take the seat, if only it would last so long. Sadly, without a chance to sit down she turned and watched a few people go out. She heaved a breath and sighed, she took her face in her hands and muttered a little to herself. If anyone were around to hear it it'd probably be along the lines of self-discipline and telling herself to be professional, even when others were not. This strict moral training surely would take a toll on anyone, but to her, hardly. Valerie looks like the kind of girl who would take you to the hallway where no-one can see and give you an earful for not following orders. Heck, if you got too out of line, she might even give you a slap. She composed herself, twirled on the spot, hair twirling out elegantly for a moment, short-lived as it runs back and whips her in the face. Graceful.
She strode out, pushing past the receptionist ignoring any comments from her. She had no time for a cheering up, she felt horrible then, a bad first impression -and- she already made an enemy, or maybe just someone to look out for. She'd noticed the judging stare of the psyche and to that she could only think Like you can judge, druggy Although this thought startled her, she hardly thought so lowly of psyches, she knew what they could do and she knew to respect them but for some reason, running a couple miles through thick mud and whipping forest branches puts a dampen on your happy mood.
She looked at the ship, her eyes sparkling "Nice.." she muttered. She'd been on a ship a few times but her eyes drew to the cockpit. It had sleek black metal, which reminded her, startlingly, of the discoloured dark-grey cockpits she used to build as a child. This made her shift in her boots excitedly "Ooh.. This is going to be fun" she muttered to herself.
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Valerie swept her hair back and re-adjusted her goggles, nodding subtly to Thomas, she rolled her shoulders and glanced back to the Receptionist who'd lost interest in her, seems like she -was- Valerie! Good thing too, otherwise she'd have some form of identity crisis whilst out of breath. If that happened she might just conk it. She looked to her comms unit which ceased it's buzzing then looked over her outfit, more specifically her boots, and sighed. She drew in a big breath before managing a "I'm going... To have to clean these." murmured between breaths to herself. She gave them a kick, dust and mud crumbling a little off her, onto the floor. The most uncomfortable feeling, however was being too hot, burning from embarrassment at wheezing loudly in front of the crew, her crew (Sort of) as an introduction. Talk about first impressions.
She looked up and her eyes snapped quickly to Erik, her happy, kind gaze became one more harsh, judging and analysing before easing to a subtle kindness, in fact. That emotion almost.. Flickered across her face. There and then gone in another moment, maybe the first time around her you'd think it was just your mind playing tricks on you! That obviously isn't the case, though. "Yeah, something like that!" she said, loudly and laughed, then she waved a hand dismissively, as if the topic wasn't important "The actual running bit was just from the nearest city which turned out to be a -lot- longer away from here than it looked!" she exclaimed, her voice raising as if it were a sort of joke. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes and huffed a sigh. She straightened herself, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the pretty much nothingness to do, except, that is, introduce herself a little better.
She looked up and her eyes snapped quickly to Erik, her happy, kind gaze became one more harsh, judging and analysing before easing to a subtle kindness, in fact. That emotion almost.. Flickered across her face. There and then gone in another moment, maybe the first time around her you'd think it was just your mind playing tricks on you! That obviously isn't the case, though. "Yeah, something like that!" she said, loudly and laughed, then she waved a hand dismissively, as if the topic wasn't important "The actual running bit was just from the nearest city which turned out to be a -lot- longer away from here than it looked!" she exclaimed, her voice raising as if it were a sort of joke. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes and huffed a sigh. She straightened herself, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the pretty much nothingness to do, except, that is, introduce herself a little better.
What a great introduction to good Ol' Valerie. She's good, I promise! Just.. A little out of breath.
Bzzzt.... Bzzzt..... Bzzzt
Valerie opened her eyes to the somewhat disturbing sensation of a buzzing comms unit on her cheek. She blinked as it buzzed away at her. Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Val took it off her face with an uncomfortable peeling sensation and looked at the screen, sleep blurred vision made it hard to read as she squinted at the screen for a good few minutes "Co-ordinates." she mused and rolled over, closing her eyes. She stiffened and her eyes snapped open "Co-ordinates?" she repeated and sat up, her big fluffy pyjama dress flopfhing with her body "Three minutes ago? I'm meant to be there.. Now?!" she stared at the screen "Oh god." she muttered and threw herself out of bed, pulling on undies, tops and trous- "WHUP!" THUD "Ow.." she muttered, trousers around her knees and face first in the floor at 0605 hours in the morning. Great.
She pulled herself to her feet, did up her trousers, pulled on a waist coat and then spun around "Need. Need. Need. What do I need?" she snapped and then ran around, "Gun!" she called, drawing it into her hand. She scooped up some keys, threw on a pair of boots and then brushed her hair, she looked around and her eyes settled on the fridge, suitably empty for the trip she ducked inside and grabbed a bowl, shovelling the contents into her mouth, Bzzzt.... Bzzzt "Oh shut up!" she called and finally turned off the comms unit buzzing, she hurried to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth but her face contorted to one of utter dismay "My face..." she said pitifully and traced the lines of her comms unit which has been imprinted on her face. She rubbed at it quickly then began scrubbing, too much toothpaste was used as foam bubbled out of her mouth, she choked and coughed and spat out what she didn't swallow and gurgled some mouthwash before hurrying out the door.
"Sycamore!" she shouted as the threw herself into a taxi-service ship then ordered to be taken to a city which was as close to Frontier Sixty as she could get. She leant back and put a hand on her bag, looking through it, she'd packed it the night before, clothes, as many as she could stuff into one of the size-regulated bags. Literally. Stuffed. Hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, all the basics, she assured herself. Goggles, where were her goggles?! She fished around before slamming her head back and a familiar clink of goggles sounded behind her, she reached up and realised they were perched on her head already.
She threw a handful of pre-calculated money at the driver and ran out the ship, weaving through citied , oh what was the time? Late. She didn't dare look at it. She reached the city borders and dashed out the gates, no time to get a cab, no time to wait for anything like that! Running it was, lucky she was a fast runner. She splashed through muddy puddled and ducked under low-hanging branches, anything to get there on time! When she tired she slowed her pace but kept running "Ohhhh" she moaned "This isn't my area.." she complained. "I hate running!" she called, loud enough to scare away birds in the near area. It got muddy. Quickly. She waded through mud, running over it as fast as she could as to not allow herself to sink in, oh how glad she was that she was wearing a long sleeved black lace-hemmed shirt tucked neatly into long, tight around the leg, grey trousers, a belt and tall boots. Any mud dried on brown and dusted off grey. It's like she was untouched, apart from her boots, they looked like mud hell. She ignored this and kept running.
"WHEEZE" Oh my gosh. Did that come from -HER- throat?! That noise had never been made before "WHEEEZE" oh man it was her alright. But the gross, squat looking Frontier Sixty was -in view-! "WHEEZE" oh how embarrassing. She ran to the door and practically slammed into it, scrubbing off her boots on the nice, clean looking door-mat, which when she stepped over, looked like it'd just been given a horrific mud-mask treatment "Valerie, Crew, Co-captain - WHEEZE- Just gonna" she pointed to the crew "Go." she said and stumbled through, ignoring the calls of the receptionist, they could check if it was here when she -SAT DOWN- she approached the group, gasping for air that had so rudely been taken from her "Hi.... Co-captain....Valerie Sangster..." She managed, in every pause there was a hurried gasp for air.
Valerie opened her eyes to the somewhat disturbing sensation of a buzzing comms unit on her cheek. She blinked as it buzzed away at her. Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Val took it off her face with an uncomfortable peeling sensation and looked at the screen, sleep blurred vision made it hard to read as she squinted at the screen for a good few minutes "Co-ordinates." she mused and rolled over, closing her eyes. She stiffened and her eyes snapped open "Co-ordinates?" she repeated and sat up, her big fluffy pyjama dress flopfhing with her body "Three minutes ago? I'm meant to be there.. Now?!" she stared at the screen "Oh god." she muttered and threw herself out of bed, pulling on undies, tops and trous- "WHUP!" THUD "Ow.." she muttered, trousers around her knees and face first in the floor at 0605 hours in the morning. Great.
She pulled herself to her feet, did up her trousers, pulled on a waist coat and then spun around "Need. Need. Need. What do I need?" she snapped and then ran around, "Gun!" she called, drawing it into her hand. She scooped up some keys, threw on a pair of boots and then brushed her hair, she looked around and her eyes settled on the fridge, suitably empty for the trip she ducked inside and grabbed a bowl, shovelling the contents into her mouth, Bzzzt.... Bzzzt "Oh shut up!" she called and finally turned off the comms unit buzzing, she hurried to the bathroom and started brushing her teeth but her face contorted to one of utter dismay "My face..." she said pitifully and traced the lines of her comms unit which has been imprinted on her face. She rubbed at it quickly then began scrubbing, too much toothpaste was used as foam bubbled out of her mouth, she choked and coughed and spat out what she didn't swallow and gurgled some mouthwash before hurrying out the door.
"Sycamore!" she shouted as the threw herself into a taxi-service ship then ordered to be taken to a city which was as close to Frontier Sixty as she could get. She leant back and put a hand on her bag, looking through it, she'd packed it the night before, clothes, as many as she could stuff into one of the size-regulated bags. Literally. Stuffed. Hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, all the basics, she assured herself. Goggles, where were her goggles?! She fished around before slamming her head back and a familiar clink of goggles sounded behind her, she reached up and realised they were perched on her head already.
She threw a handful of pre-calculated money at the driver and ran out the ship, weaving through citied , oh what was the time? Late. She didn't dare look at it. She reached the city borders and dashed out the gates, no time to get a cab, no time to wait for anything like that! Running it was, lucky she was a fast runner. She splashed through muddy puddled and ducked under low-hanging branches, anything to get there on time! When she tired she slowed her pace but kept running "Ohhhh" she moaned "This isn't my area.." she complained. "I hate running!" she called, loud enough to scare away birds in the near area. It got muddy. Quickly. She waded through mud, running over it as fast as she could as to not allow herself to sink in, oh how glad she was that she was wearing a long sleeved black lace-hemmed shirt tucked neatly into long, tight around the leg, grey trousers, a belt and tall boots. Any mud dried on brown and dusted off grey. It's like she was untouched, apart from her boots, they looked like mud hell. She ignored this and kept running.
"WHEEZE" Oh my gosh. Did that come from -HER- throat?! That noise had never been made before "WHEEEZE" oh man it was her alright. But the gross, squat looking Frontier Sixty was -in view-! "WHEEZE" oh how embarrassing. She ran to the door and practically slammed into it, scrubbing off her boots on the nice, clean looking door-mat, which when she stepped over, looked like it'd just been given a horrific mud-mask treatment "Valerie, Crew, Co-captain - WHEEZE- Just gonna" she pointed to the crew "Go." she said and stumbled through, ignoring the calls of the receptionist, they could check if it was here when she -SAT DOWN- she approached the group, gasping for air that had so rudely been taken from her "Hi.... Co-captain....Valerie Sangster..." She managed, in every pause there was a hurried gasp for air.
McHaggis said
I'm a little bit wary of Valerie being 19 but I trust you to RP it succesfully, Jess.We are just waiting on now, and I believe that we have two people creating character sheets for spots (at least, I haven't been told otherwise so). Today is the deadline, so if you guys could please get them in to me -- they don't even need to be particularly detailed and you can fill them in more later. The character development Stitches is talking about is that we can get you a whole storyline to do with your character's backstory, run by you (perhaps with one of us GMs in the background helping out). As in, "Hey a mission on planet X, that's where I was/did Y" and all the drama that goes along with having a history there. It's not limited to that either, if you have good ideas. Basically, CREATIVE FREEEEEEDOM #scotland #indyref #yesAnd it is noon, yeah.
Oh! I was meant to change her age! She's 26! I'm just a little dopey :3
It only took me like five days to figure out I needed to actually post the updated CS here. SORRY
Yeah, I'm dropping with Stitches and Co.
GMT Here :3
Name: Rosie Walker
Concept: Some sorta battle-medic thing.
Role: Hero
Age: 14
Sex and Orientation: Heterosexual Female
Appearance:
Personality: Ever since Rosie was little she was happy, I mean like any baby, she cried, but she got over small things easily and was a rather smiley and laugh-y sort of baby. She, to the gratefulness - or annoyance - of her siblings, kept this trait and grew up with ease and, well, happily! Up until the age of a year old she'd had no idea she had any form of powers but after that she had found out about her healing powers and was absorbed in training at an early age, making her rather intellectual.
Background: When Rosie was born she was already overpowered by a four year old, a three year old -and- a two year old. Also being the only child with a two year distance it made her stand out more having a -much- easier to spot youth. At only four years old, she was running around outside with her dolls, seemingly making up a story of flying puppies or something, when she'd tripped over a log and scraped her knee on the floor. As the shock settled in she sat down and cried for a bit, drawing the attention of her older sister, Jackalyn who'd calmed her down then instructed Rosie to hold her hand on it while she was taken inside. Rosie loyally followed this order and took her sisters hand, walking inside with her and when their mum came over to inspect the scrape and Rosie moved her hand, the scrape was gone, leaving areas of clean skin where it'd healed and area's of muddy skin where it wasn't damaged and simply muddy.
From this age onwards Jackalyn trained her with as much knowledge as she could gather from books and common sense though Rosie had to figure most of it out herself. As soon as she managed to do it on command she was considered the "Doctor" of the house, to make it more fun she was given a toy doctor set and whenever someone was hurt Rosie insisted on them playing along, eventually, playing "Doctor" with Rosie made them feel better as well as healed. All this training paired with extensive knowledge anyway as she was educated harder and eventually became naturally intellectual though you wouldn't be able to tell that much! As she grew older she became more interested in fashion and when choosing outfits she would often choose those of bright, pastel like colours, making her look younger than she is. It soon dawned on the Walker family that she -wasn't- born with strength like her Mother or Father and was rather weak and ended up the weakest of the siblings.
She wasn't completely useless on the field however and was able to pick up a lot more defensive skills than offensive. It became apparent she wanted to be with her siblings if they ever get in a fight as she had a bad habit of working herself out until she fell asleep there and then and it was decided she was good enough to be with them but not as a soldier but as a battle-trained medic.
Skills: She has minor strength, inherited from her father. But more curiously she has an ability to heal with some form of magical power sucked from the air. The siblings don't really know how it works. Just that it does. Due to her rather small frame and light-weight she's nimble and quick, bordering what some would call agile.
Equipment: She doesn't have too much equipment, she wears her casual clothes most of the time but for when she's on the field she has a leather dress that she made more "Rosie" esque by adding ruffles
And she wears this with a pair of black leather boots and a plain black cardigan and her green top (Shown in appearance)
Parent: Mother - Florence Walker - Short tempered and not afraid to give the children harsh punishments, she's not cruel though, actually rather loving. Flo and Rosie bonded a lot when they had to work closely to figure out her powers.
Father - Phareon Walker - Fondly nicknamed Papa Phar and was super-strong and an adrenaline Junkie. He was really buff he resembled a wall of meat, plate and was famous for witty one-liners. He did look after the children but cleared way when Big Momma Flo was angry.
Inheritance: Rosie's power wasn't with her parents so perhaps deeper in their blood line or some genetic mutation. She -did- though, get a cute Rosie-style Leather tunic and boots that she wore if she ever got in a fight. Although all the siblings were supplied with vast knowledge in a various selection of books. Whether they decided to -achieve- vast knowledge was up to them. And Rosie evidently became an intellect when she was training.
Notes:
This is all I got.
When I draw her I'll have a better idea.
I hope it's good enough!
Concept: Some sorta battle-medic thing.
Role: Hero
Age: 14
Sex and Orientation: Heterosexual Female
Appearance:
Personality: Ever since Rosie was little she was happy, I mean like any baby, she cried, but she got over small things easily and was a rather smiley and laugh-y sort of baby. She, to the gratefulness - or annoyance - of her siblings, kept this trait and grew up with ease and, well, happily! Up until the age of a year old she'd had no idea she had any form of powers but after that she had found out about her healing powers and was absorbed in training at an early age, making her rather intellectual.
Background: When Rosie was born she was already overpowered by a four year old, a three year old -and- a two year old. Also being the only child with a two year distance it made her stand out more having a -much- easier to spot youth. At only four years old, she was running around outside with her dolls, seemingly making up a story of flying puppies or something, when she'd tripped over a log and scraped her knee on the floor. As the shock settled in she sat down and cried for a bit, drawing the attention of her older sister, Jackalyn who'd calmed her down then instructed Rosie to hold her hand on it while she was taken inside. Rosie loyally followed this order and took her sisters hand, walking inside with her and when their mum came over to inspect the scrape and Rosie moved her hand, the scrape was gone, leaving areas of clean skin where it'd healed and area's of muddy skin where it wasn't damaged and simply muddy.
From this age onwards Jackalyn trained her with as much knowledge as she could gather from books and common sense though Rosie had to figure most of it out herself. As soon as she managed to do it on command she was considered the "Doctor" of the house, to make it more fun she was given a toy doctor set and whenever someone was hurt Rosie insisted on them playing along, eventually, playing "Doctor" with Rosie made them feel better as well as healed. All this training paired with extensive knowledge anyway as she was educated harder and eventually became naturally intellectual though you wouldn't be able to tell that much! As she grew older she became more interested in fashion and when choosing outfits she would often choose those of bright, pastel like colours, making her look younger than she is. It soon dawned on the Walker family that she -wasn't- born with strength like her Mother or Father and was rather weak and ended up the weakest of the siblings.
She wasn't completely useless on the field however and was able to pick up a lot more defensive skills than offensive. It became apparent she wanted to be with her siblings if they ever get in a fight as she had a bad habit of working herself out until she fell asleep there and then and it was decided she was good enough to be with them but not as a soldier but as a battle-trained medic.
Skills: She has minor strength, inherited from her father. But more curiously she has an ability to heal with some form of magical power sucked from the air. The siblings don't really know how it works. Just that it does. Due to her rather small frame and light-weight she's nimble and quick, bordering what some would call agile.
Equipment: She doesn't have too much equipment, she wears her casual clothes most of the time but for when she's on the field she has a leather dress that she made more "Rosie" esque by adding ruffles
Parent: Mother - Florence Walker - Short tempered and not afraid to give the children harsh punishments, she's not cruel though, actually rather loving. Flo and Rosie bonded a lot when they had to work closely to figure out her powers.
Father - Phareon Walker - Fondly nicknamed Papa Phar and was super-strong and an adrenaline Junkie. He was really buff he resembled a wall of meat, plate and was famous for witty one-liners. He did look after the children but cleared way when Big Momma Flo was angry.
Inheritance: Rosie's power wasn't with her parents so perhaps deeper in their blood line or some genetic mutation. She -did- though, get a cute Rosie-style Leather tunic and boots that she wore if she ever got in a fight. Although all the siblings were supplied with vast knowledge in a various selection of books. Whether they decided to -achieve- vast knowledge was up to them. And Rosie evidently became an intellect when she was training.
Notes:
This is all I got.
When I draw her I'll have a better idea.
I hope it's good enough!
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