Pilatus

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@Marx

I think i know what you're getting at here, but I'm a little concerned others won't be able to follow it. Need to let @PrinceAlexus weigh in. Also, a little more defined history would help. Saying that the character has no known history gives you the ability to write in whatever you want as the story goes on. While we don't ask for a lot, just a little would be helpful there.

Seems like an interesting concept though and would probably fit in with some of the other characters.

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This seems interesting! I'll write up a CS soon.

@HachiRoku

Awesome, glad you're interested.

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Paige Kennedy

The street performer seemed to be doing well with his set and Paige had to admit that he was pretty good and a surprise for a Wednesday night downtown. Even though he continued to look slightly nervous, it was evident he was a professional and his presence was something of a live advertisement for the small music store next door. She rested her head on one hand and stirred her coffee cup for the tenth time. Some of the slower melodies caused her mind to wander and she again recounted how the last several weeks brought about the biggest changes she’d ever endured in her entire life, seemingly all at once. She’d killed two men, been transferred out of her hometown and sent literally across the country, nearly been killed herself, moved twice, let go of her best friend along with everyone she’d ever been close to and rescued someone she once hated from the heavy chains of old habits.

She didn’t like it, but as she sat alone, her mind was stuck on it. In the weeks following her time in the hospital, Milo was all-in, there for her for anything. He’d come clean with Ana and truly let go of the past the three of them shared. When he told her about it, her heart sank. So much of her was getting ready to make the choice between him and her best friend. She knew, in spite of everything that happened between them, that she couldn’t betray Ana no matter what her heart may have wanted. When she’d finally been well enough to speak to Ana, she wanted her to tell her that she was a backstabber who betrayed their friendship, anything that would of somehow preserved the past, but it hadn’t been that way. Ana had moved on the same as Milo leaving Paige to deal with one person she was afraid to face: herself.

In the first days she arrived in Sol, her time in Delta felt more and more sacred: Hot sunny days, humid nights and her career with the Marshal Service was on a rocket-like trajectory. Everything was right and full of life. She couldn’t understand how either of them were able to let it go. She was never the sentimental one of the group, but Milo could read it on her clearly even when no one else could. Without objections from Ana, Paige was left on her own with how she felt about him and if she would allow herself to feel anything else. He never pushed it though, just calmly stayed back. As the musician began to pack away his setup, she looked around in the passing crowds for him. He curiously texted her about how the meeting went with Elvin and she admittedly was looking forward to telling him in person.

The shuffle of the performer’s approach caused her eyes to cut back before she turned her head. He placed his kit on the chair next to her sounding like he was in some distress. She raised one eyebrow slightly and glanced around before settling back on him and his request. “Sure…” She said with some curiosity and her characteristic southern accent watching him spin around before she could barely get the words out. “…Do what ya gotta do.” She brushed her hair aside slightly leaning over and examined the soundbox a bit while his back was turned. Childishly, she wanted to push the buttons, but thought better of it.

@Zaxter996@LetMeDoStuff@Roccanironclad

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Joel Nicolosi

The single bay door began to ascend with a steady metal clack behind Sio as Joel rounded the corner. To Joel, it felt good just push the controller as he came around the corner to his street. Much like the airport everything looked the same as he’d left it: Thick power lines across the streets, scrub growing up through parts of the sidewalk and cracked pavement that hadn’t seen a resurfacing crew in decades. It was home. The few businesses that still survived on his street were closed up for the night, save for the mill down the road a few blocks. He wondered briefly if some of the regular crew that usually stopped by to chat had missed him. Coming down through the gears, the only thing that looked out of the ordinary was Sio unloading grocery bags from the back of her car. He gave a smirk and a nod seeing her as he cut the wheel and backed up into the small alleyway that ran to the back of his lot. The red and black Jurassic-themed Wrangler wound down with a characteristic grumble from the transmission.

“I think you already have.” He said accepting a couple large bags from her and glancing down inside. He was mostly curious if she bought the right beer, but not seeing it, he assumed it was in one of the other bags and looked up into the dim shop. Sitting on the polished concrete floor was Sio’s old Stingray and behind it, the 300, just as he had left them. Being gone for so long, all the smells he became used to were apparent. Anti-freeze, oil and the pungent rubbery scent of racing slick tires were new to him again momentarily and he breathed in happily before noticing the weight of the bags in his hands. “Geez, think you bought enough?” He said leading the way inside and continuing to scan thoroughly that everything, every hose, every tool, every cloth was indeed, exactly the way he left it. The big trophy from the Sol City Grand Prix was slightly in his way on the floor as he carried the bags and he pushed it aside with his foot.

Something about her being there waiting felt both out of place and oddly, normal like she came there all the time. There hadn’t been a woman waiting for him after a long trip for quite a while, most of which was by his own choice. He slid his elbow over the light switch as he carried in the bags bringing the kitchen area came into view. It was surprisingly modern, though rarely used to any extent and like the workshop, neatly organized and spotlessly clean. The appliances, only a few years old, still looked brand new in slate gray and black matching the general masculine color palette that he picked out when they did the remodel. He almost wished he hadn’t spent so much money on it, but the loan was paid off. “I tend to eat out more,” He admitted. “So most of this stuff never gets used a whole lot.”

@Almalthia

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Updated the character balance, guys leading.

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Witchy Sense not Sith. I sir am a Jedi.

@Almalthia

That's cute.

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@Almalthia

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@RawrEspada4

You can move him over to the character tab too btw.

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@RawrEspada4

Now I'm nervous. I hope you like what I wrote for him. I tried to make him the more mature, level-headed member of the racing group.

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@Majoras End

It looks fine. Did you mean 68 lbs? That seems awfully light for 5'7".