Long time away from the guild, been sorta looking for something just kinda chill to help me get writing again. I think I'll slide into this if nobody minds, and there's space. I'll work on a CS regardless and if there's room I'll post her soon as she's done.
Edit: I'll just throw it up here since there's a nice healthy space at the bottom of my post. Again, no harm no foul if there isn't space for me, I had fun making her anyway, just let me know.
Old Man: Hello there stranger, you must forgive me for leaving you out in the sun like that. I thought you were dead. What's your name?
You: 鬼姫の尊... Oh, sorry. You were speaking english, yeah? I guess... just call me Miko.
Old Man: A pleasure... truly. I'm Doctor Thomduke. I live here, on this blessed island. Hey! Would you look at that! A smooth pebble. Excuse me, these things are very valuable.
You: Why?
Old Man: *Laughs* Why because they're smooth of course! Can never have too many smooth pebbles, no sir! So what are you anyway? Under all that seaweed and sand, I can't tell if you're a man or woman. A human or a werewolf! And I don't like to presume. Last time I presumed one of you drifts was something, I got it wrong; my leg hasn't worked right ever since, and that was years ago. Never heard a man with such feminine tone, let me tell ya!
You: Bahaha! That sounds like a story and a half. Right, well, I'm a girl, to be sure. An Oni, if you must know. Or descendant of. I can't call myself totally sure on that one... But hey, we all have our off days, yeah?
Old Man: Well is that so? Let me get some of that seaweed off you, so's old Thomduke can take a proper look. I am a doctor, after all. You can trust me!
Character Physical Description: A tall young woman, lean and very muscular, with dark black eyes and blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Long bangs fall down over a small pair of blunted horns near the top of her forehead, and her right eye is deeply scarred and shut permanently.
Old Man: You polish up nicely now don't you? Well, everything looks fine, but let's get that sand out of your face. I can't say I'm a fan of sand, no sir, it gets stuck right up my nostrils so it does.
Character Age: 28
Old Man: Huh, thought you were older... never mind, that's a good thing right? Hey! Look! Right down there, move your foot for me, yes, that's it! Two smooth pebbles in one day, woohooo Thomduke mister, you're aiming for the high life! Oh, oh excuse me. Yes, ahem, where you from stranger? ... You can't remember? Well shoot, you must've taken a pretty hard knock to the skull. Saw your ship coming in, I did, ploughed right into those rocks over yonder. If it makes you feel any better, yours weren't the first to do that, and it wont be the last.
I don't be supposing that you have yourself a certain set of skills, do ya? Skills are mighty important round this island of mine.
You: Skills, huh...? Well, not unless you need any big rocks moved. You, uh, don't need that, do you? Tch, I'm an athlete, not an egghead. If you don't need something moved or punched, I won't be much good to you. I guess I could help out with any repairs. I've tried my hand at carpentry, and I can find my way around a wrench and hammer. With a couple of drinks in me first, anyway.
Old Man: Wha- wow. That all? Well, it's better than nothing. Damn, when I came here, I weren't even a doctor - I was a cabin boy! Can you believe that? I guess if I've made it this far, then you'll be just fine. Anyways, with all that said, I guess I best be letting you get on. You're not the only survivor from that wreck over there, no sir, I found a few of you laying about the place. Most weren't so lucky, but that's okay, means more pebbles for us! Oh yes sir, yes it does.
Ah, yeah wait, before I go. I took the liberty of looting your there "corpse" for anything valuable. My bad, I honestly thought you were a dead'n. Here's your stuff, I don't take from the living. That's not me, no sir. I leave that kind of wickedness to the others.
Character Clothing and Equipment: Black short kimono and hakama pants; heavy burlap cloak; large, nondescript iron bar; knife with 6" blade.
Old Man: Well, I'll be seeing ya down the ole dusty trail I be supposing. But hey, you look like the nice sort, so lemme give you a tip: stay away from anything old looking, over there in the jungle. Lot of mischief to be had there, yes there is. Spirits and ghouls, you know? Don't believe me? Well, maybe you should go and have a look- oh, oh oh and one more thing. Take a little care if ya be coming across some other people. Lot of them have been stranded on here almost as long as I have; makes the mind sour, being stuck in a place like this. Can't figure it out myself, I've been here most my life, and I'm fine! WAIT, WAIT, STOP, GET BACK. Yes, yes, one more step. Look, another pebble! Three's the word! Woohooo!