Randomness — Roleplayer Guild

Alright, So I've finished the sheets. Mostly anyway. If anything is wrong, or needs to be changed, please let me know. As for your comment about the corrupted, my mind was thinking of perhaps an infected pendulum creature thing, not necessarily a clocker. If that's not possible, that's fine. I'm sure there are plenty of other things out there especially from the lucid cities and the strangers.

 I'm going to post both of them, so please tell me which you prefer.

Name: Henry Ashton

Species: Human

Job: Engineer / former Diver

Appearance: He is a slightly buff man with a height of 5’11” standing up. He has dark brown hair with small bits of grey showing around the sides. He has a mustache and beard, kept clean. He has brown eyes. He doesn’t have any tattoos or piercings. He has a mostly faded scar from the base of his neck to under his chin, but it’s usually hidden by the beard. Despite a clean beard, his hair is unkempt, only pushed out of his face. He wears a white dress shirt, sweater vest, brown coat, and brown slacks. 

Personality: He is a kind man, but can usually appear grumpy around others. He is quick to lose his patience with people who bug him unnecessarily. While not having anger issues, he won’t hesitate to speak his mind about. Once he puts his mind to something, he will see it to the end. His dislikes ignorance and arrogance. He likes to have his quiet time, and will go to great lengths to make sure he is interrupted during those times even if the attempts fail.

Background: Henry was 23 when the first wells opened. He lived in nowhere Idaho where a massive well, the size of a small city opened in the ground, sinking it and replacing it with water. Looking into the water looked as though the galaxy itself was pooled into the ground. After the initially disaster had settled, the well was quickly surrounded by the local government.

After the wells came into being, the government eventually started a program to send in divers to see just what lay underneath the water. Despite the well being several miles away, he had volunteered to join the divers in their exhibition. The initial process to be let in was rushed and crude, but he was able to pass. Under the water lay no bottom. Outside of the way they entered there was no surface either. After what felt like an eternity, his team saw it. Another world, filled with nothing but clouds and sky. It was the discovery of a life time. Reports about it came from other diving teams from other states, and the exploration was ramped up.

As the years passed, he continued diving. He saw worlds of clockwork, flesh, and mud. These left a varying degree of emotions with him. On one hand, It was fascinating just the extent these other worlds could exist, with no clear laws for physics guiding any of them. On the other hand, it left chills down his spine. A world made of only one biome, what would happen should it leak through the wells and onto his home.

During one dive he and his team were tasked with setting up a beacon device at the base of one of the plateau mountains which was observed to be sinking. While setting it up, a sudden quake, and the mountain sank several feet. The sudden force of it loosened Henry’s grip, and he fell several stories landing hard atop the muddy surface below. His safety gear swaying uselessly above. His teammates quickly retrieved him, and they escaped back towards earth. He had survived, but he had several broken bones, his lower spine in the worst condition.

Since then, he had been wheelchair bound, depressed that he would no longer be able to work at the wells. For the better part of a year, he stayed at his home, looking towards the bright lights of the facilities guarding the well. His only source of comfort through this trying time for him was his friend Margaret.

Margaret was a friend he had met in high school. She was coming in as a freshman during his senior years and while the story changes depending on who you ask, they got along well. They were never an official item, but it didn’t stop the rumors. In between diving excursions, Margaret would often bug Henry for stories for the things he had seen. This at first annoyed him, but eventually he would get just as excited to tell. She was in school studying to be a zoologist working on her masters, and between her presentations would visit even though they were hours apart.

Eventually, Margaret was able to convince Henry to pursue another field. The wells were still relatively new, and he could find something else to involve himself with them. He did, he became an engineer, and through that was able to return to the facility as a developer for the new resources found in the dimensions. His work was able to soar when it came out that some of the material found on Corpus could be used for more mechanical purposes over medicine. This caught Henry’s attention

After several more years of development, he was able to build himself a new external nervous system. Much like how the robot prosthetics, this pair of legs was able to sense the electrical pulses of his spine, and control his legs. Research involving actually incorporating the tissue into a subject was still in the early phases, but this way, he didn’t need to. It was all external, and first time in years after being wheelchair bound, Henry was able to stand. Since then, his mood had improved. While he could still be a grump, he found a new lease on life and continued forward developing new applications for their discoveries. Margaret moved into a research facility at the same well not long after. She is the only one he tolerates bugging him. He is usually willing to help design and build her any new piece of equipment she needs to continue her research.

So far regarding his own R&D the development of his exosuit had spawned a variety of fleshy tools to his disposal. The material of these range from organic tendrils, to hard bone like tools. Out of caution, he has not used any of the more malignant tissues in his experiments though their rapid division could be useful if he were to design a gun that could not have to reload. He has some theoretical ideas involving them. He is building a new suit and so far, it’s working as intended, capable of great utility, he can see it as a self-sufficient tool for extended dives. He equipped it with defensive capabilities to protect the wearer before and during an emergency. While Henry is willing to don such a fleshy machine, he’s not quite sure if anyone else will. So far, he knows for sure Margaret won’t.

While he was not broadcasting it, his work on the exosuits was widely known throughout the facility he worked, some people surprised to seem him walking again. The suit was able to help transfer the signals from his head to his legs, bypassing his spine entirely. And when word came out that his new suit could help divers, then the facility made the decision to share some of the research with the other well companies. Henry had sculpted himself a new man to work within. His research in playing with the intercellular communication of the tissues, the mechanical frame, and himself made the corpus veins a goldmine for self-producing equipment.

Talents: He is good with his hands, working quickly with various tools ranging from handheld constructions tools, to small more precise tools used in electronics. He also versed well enough in programming and data management to take care of the software aspects of his work.

While his legs have weakened because of his paralysis, his arms are still pretty strong, capable of lifting a couple hundred pounds if he positions himself correctly. As for his mobility, he has an electric chair, which he can ram into people should the need arise. 

His main draw comes from his research using the corpus tissues. He had found a way to essentially grow machines-like organic material that like the name sounds operate similarly to machines. For himself he has a back brace made of hard organic material with a long tendril that rests along his spine, and two wider tendrils that wrap around his legs. This basic apparatus allows him to walk and run at a decent pace.

He is currently developing a more complicated version of it that would also have tendrils that wrap around his arms, torso, and parts of his head in order to boost his natural organic functions such as awareness of his surroundings, enhanced senses (touch, smell, and hearing), reflex speed, and agility and dexterity. How the suit is supposed to achieve this is by having these tissues sensitive to the stimuli, and pass them to the wearer. Otherwise, it works like an exosuit where it takes on some of the physical effort required putting more power into the wearer’s movements. Lastly, the suit has some grow potential where he can produce large carapace shields at a steady pace. He has thought about, but has not dared to try and directly connect the organic machines into his or anyone else’s nervous system, though he suspects that would drastically improve user operation.

Part of his development of the two suits have left him with various unorthodox tools which mainly consist of bone like knives that can sharpen themselves, and tendrils that can reach and work in tight spaces. His early gun prototype fires digestive acids and bile.

Name: Margaret Fisher

Species: Human

Job:  Zoologist / animal tamer

Appearance: She is a skinny woman with a height of about 5’9”. She has pale skin, red hair, and a couple freckles along her cheeks down her neck. Her hair is a bit frizzy and is either messily pushed back from her face with a head band or hair tie. She has green eyes. While skinny, she is not lanky. She does not have any tattoos, and used to have earrings. She does not wear any other jewelry. She normally wears monocolored t-shirts, Khakis, and boots. She also wears a lab coat for no other reason than it makes her look smart.

Personality: She can be a bit quirky. She is easily excitable especially when presented with something new. She loves puzzles and challenges and is not afraid to get her hands dirty even in scenarios she might not be of much help in. She has little fear for the dangerous. When she is talking about something she likes, she will go on and on, sometimes on tangents until someone interrupts her. She loves animals, and will stop what she is doing to play with one if presented.

Background: Margaret was 19 when the first wells opened. She and her family were in living in nowhere Idaho. The well that sprung up there caused a massive earthquake and sunk a city sized hole in the ground, filled with water. Gazing into, it looked as though the wonders of space were pooled in the ground.

After a while, a Diving station was constructed and the massive lake was mostly blocked by the local government. While it was difficult, people tried to return to their normal lives. Faster than anyone would expect, people were returning. Many people moved away; many people moved in. Margaret’s family stayed. Their farm was mile away from the well, and didn’t feel the need to abandon it.

Margaret went to a university in zoology. Animals were her passion, and she wanted to study them. The opening of the wells didn’t phase her from that, but it did momentarily catch her interest. While she continued her studies, the worlds that laid beyond the wells still gave her thoughts of fancy. When he was in town, Margaret would often bug her friend, Henry Ashton, about the worlds below. He worked as a Diver, and would often come back with stories about worlds of nothing but sky, flesh, or sand. What really intrigued her though was the stories he’d bring back of potential inhabitants. At the time, he could not disclose what they were, but the creatures of legend seemed to exist.

Years passed, and eventually Margaret had earned her doctorate based on her research of the strange creatures that lived in the other dimensions. There was a wide range and Margaret loved each one of them. She became giddy at the thought of dissecting a new specimen, or observing the wildlife in their own habitats. There were many, from living machines, to mechanical flesh.

She kept touch with Henry even after his accident. She stood by his side between presentations, and labs so that he could make something of himself. Eventually they ended up working in the same facilities, based near that large well harvesting and studying the foreign bodies of the unknown. 

Talents: She knows about many of the animal-like creatures that reside in the dimensions, including the mechanical animals of Pendulum, elemental creatures from Areia Grande, and the slugs of Morass. While there are too many different variations and “species” for the monsters that come from Lucid Cities, she has begun the process of categorizing them. Likewise, any mutations to existing animals have their own sections within her research. As a result of this, she is pretty decent and animal handling.

Part of the effort in her animal handling is using various equipment. Most of the heavy equipment she knows how to operate are farm equipment. Some of it are altered versions of existing machines including back hoes, cranes, harvesters, plows, and tractor trailers.

She runs an animal containment facility. More accurately, she runs a small building that houses various animals and monsters. Most of them are from the well, but some come from lucid cities. This facility is isolated from the rest of the base, and is massively reinforced. This is where most of her research labs are. Authorization is required by the overseeing company for entry and for any new specimen to be contained.

On her person, she carries and serrated switch blade, tagger, and a multipurpose animal handling rod. The rod has a snare, electric prod, noise maker, pepper spray, hook, and a single use blow dart. She can usually choose which function is active by turning the base.

Subject: FP-1991-ED

Last Recorded Location: Cafeteria

Last Recorded Interaction: @Nyxira

	Dolly returned with Blade to the table where their cereal was starting to soak up much of the milk. She didn’t pay much attention to Blade and Red as she wandered around the others in the cafeteria, but nothing there had seemed to have be a cause for concern. Still though, there was a nagging pinch of fear the sat in Dolly’s heart. It was small, but steadily glowing. Mute didn’t seem like a bad guy, but his experience with it left the feeling of impending doom.

	Dolly dwelled on thoughts of what sort of monster who could create such a scene of brutality when her stomach growled once again. She returned to the bowl of soggy cereal that sat before her on the pristinely clean table. She reached for her spoon and took a bite. The cereal was bland, but that small bit of food calmed her stomach. She looked over to Blade as he called out to Dougie. Dolly turned in her seat to see that Dougie was still by Mute’s table. Still unable to even deduce what he might be thinking, Dolly expected he probably didn’t want to wait around the bloody writing.

	“I’ll get him.” Said Dolly. She hopped from the chair and half sprinted up to Dougie. Barely any time had passed since the last she interacted with him, so it was probably a false hope to expect that Dougie would have any semblance of gaining active awareness. She grabbed a hold of his sleeve and gently tugged him towards to table with their food. “Come. Come. The food is over here.”

	Back at the table, Dolly led Dougie to his seat, and pushed one of the bowls of cereal in front of him. The contents of the bowl spilled partially over the side as it came to a sudden stop. Paying it no mind, Dolly grabbed another spoon and put it into the bowl. She scooted her seat closer to Dogie and grabbed a spoonful of soggy cereal.

	“Say ahhh.”

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