Silver Carrot

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Full Name: Dalry Soumers

Known as: Ry

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 33

Appearance:


Vocation: Cleaner, nanny, anything that pays and lets her work.

History: Dalry was a member of the UWLA since she was sixteen, lying about her age and signing up, she served for twelve years, though in all that time, she only ever achieved the rank of Corporal. She was a follower, not a leader. Even the privates under her, she viewed more as friends together in a team than underlings. She was a well liked ally, and a damn good soldier. And then the Nomad came.

Her first ever mission face to face with them was her last. It was a massacre. She'd never seen anything like it. Dalry survived, but when she came back, she was broken. Even the doctors had never seen PTSD this bad. She was a gibbering wreck to such an extent that it took a year and a half of treatment and therapy before she was discharged and given a pension, as well as a room to herself in a hostel on RX3248. It's a quiet life, though she has had a hard time finding work due to her nervousness and mental state. She cannot deal with people in a professional manner lest she break down with no warning. She cannot work in any job where it would be inappropriate if her hands or feet started to judder uncontrollably without warning. She even briefly tried a soldier's role but the moment a gun was placed in her hand, she screamed and emptied the whole clip into a wall screaming "NOMADS!"

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

@Ozymandias

Yeah, I did that in my canon's CS. instead of history and personality, you wrote the history in character as if they're telling their own history.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

Personality: (Only put something here if you plan to stick to it)

I'm afraid my personality section will probably be quite short, then, if it exists at all. I never know my character's personality that well until several posts into the IC.

Anyway, I'm thinking about making an ex-UWG soldier who was discharged for PTSD.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

I am definitely gonna join this!

The X-Pendibles

@pyroman

Tony did have a point, Heidithough. She needed to do more missions. That's the only way she could prepare herself for more pressure. Because being an X-man didn't get easier. You didn't need to be super smart to realize that. She then looked down and saw the plates form around Tony's leg. This was impressive technology to say the least.

"I know of it, but I don't know how it works," she tapped out in reply. "I made a gauntlet not dissimilar to your technology, but it uses transistors and dynamos to perpetually power it, and starts with the kick from an ordinary AA battery. Seeing your suit has given me a flash of inspiration, though. Not from it's magnificence, but from a flaw for my purposes."

And with that, she started sketching in her notebook, sliding the paper to Tony when she was done. It looked like blueprints for some kind of compact metal exoskeletal boot, but the design was impressive, even to Tony.

Beyond The Edge Of The Map: The Golden Age Of Piracy

@GingerBoi123 @Penny

The Captain himself was seated at the largest table in the inn (which made tables out to very thick peices of driftwood sanded down to make a smooth surface and then with four legs cross-nailed to it. The Captain's table was thusly a cross between a pentagram and a circle, and wobbled on one leg, which is why the Captain had elected to not use the table, and hold his bottle of....some kind of alien spirit.

"What business would that be? Fighting?" He answered Jason, shaking his head. "There aren't many fighters here, and even if there were, they wouldn't give you money for winning. Plus I don't want you bloodied and sore the night before we set sail. You need to work out there."

The Captain then turned his attention to James, who had arrived alongside the bulk of the crew, who all went to the bar in a rush, though the Captain called James over with a gesture of the hand. "Hey, I see how you walk and how you give commands. You're a King's Man, aren't you?" The Yorkshireman asked in a friendly way, but with a dangerous undertone to it, as if the real question he was asking was 'You're not in the Navy anymore, right? You don't have any qualms about sailing under me, right?'

@Pilatus@vertigh0st

Mary-Anne had been curious about the other woman on board. She was a native. Mary-Anne's plan was to stow away in secret in the early hours of the morning, but if women weren't barred from sailing by superstition, she needn't have to hide herself. She suppose she should come open to her crew about misleading them eventually, luckily none of the crew had recognized her yet. They were looking for their salty yet boyish Captain, not a lady dressed as such.

She started to walk besides Meryl as they headed to the tavern, and Mary-Anne was smiling. "Hello," she greeted. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name's Mary-Anne Galloway."

Just then a crew member passed them, and their eyes met. May-Anne thought she saw a glimmer of recognition in his eyes, though he kept on walking, even so, Meryl would note that the lady's smile had gone and she looked a little pale.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire

It had been an uneventful week for Taleste. She helped out where she could, but besides jobs that anybody at all could have done, she hadn't been much use. She was just another pair of hands. Still, there had been some progress on the social front; more than half the crew found her annoying, and half of those still didn't trust the thief. That was fair. Annoyance is still better than indifference. Soon, they will find her endearing, then they'll have some scrapes together pulling off jobs. That was the path to friendship as Taleste knew it.

Taleste had never once wondered here they're going. She trusted the Captain and the crew to not want to go hungry, so they're probably flying towards a way to make money at any given time. Having heard that announcemnt, however, she suddenly put thought into that area, and was filled with a burning curiosity to know, so she headed down to the dining area and to her surprise was the first crew member there.

"Hey, Cap!" she chimed casually. "Looks like I'm the first whun here!"

The X-Pendibles

@pyroman

Heidi brought her attention back to the board. She didn't really need to. She could be facing the other way and reading War and Peace, and still be able to take everything in. But it helped to be polite. That's when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the slightest change of light, and turned slightly so that Tony's chest was in her peripheral vision. She quickly worked out that it wasn't anything wrong and he was doing it on purpose, then recognised that it was morse code. She kept watching for the entire message, then slid her hand to the edge of her desk closest to tony, and started tapping her finger, responding in morse code.

"I like school. It teaches me more than just facts. The social side is invaluable. But armor...that's a good idea. I asked because sometimes I feel like a liability on missions. Not only am I quite ordinary physically and have no offensive powers, but I don't handle pressure well. I may improve with more experience, though."

The X-Pendibles

I'll get a post up tomorrow

AWE: American Wrestling Entertainment

^{Collab with: @Universorum}

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Dawn approached the door to Roddy’s office, but hesitated. The last time she tried to suggest her own ideas to management was a long time ago, and it took months to clear the backstage heat. Dawn was well-meaning, but when she thought she had a good idea, she became very stubborn. To this day, she believed that her being in a Royal Rumble would be a great idea. But this meeting wasn’t going to be about that. She knocked on the door.

The door wasn’t held closed for very long, Roderick never had much of an issue letting people into his office. In fact, he respected people who had the testicular fortitude to come and talk to him whenever they had a problem with the way things were going. Nowadays, most everything went through Kevin and his writing team, but Roddy still carried a lot of weight.

The door swung open and there he stood, smiling at Dawn. “Yes? Come in.” He said, moving out of the way and gesturing for her to walk into the office. “What’s on your mind?”

Dawn entered Roddy’s office a little sheepishly. It was telling of the true magnitude of Roddy’s aura of power that a woman who’s more muscular than not just most men, but a good deal of male indie wrestlers, served time in the army, and had taken a life, was still nervous in his presence. “Hello, Roddy. I just had an idea I wanted to run by you. If there are no matches planned for me at Requiem, in Wembley, I’d like to open the show. I wouldn’t mind if it was off-camera. Just...being in such a venue, in my home country...it’s important to me.”

The boss had to think a moment, drawing on his memory of whatever writers had planned — it was weird to him that they planned that far ahead. Crazy, even. When Roddy had been in charge of the writing team and creative direction, they just planned the big shows about a month in advance — maybe. “I don’t think we have anything planned for you… that’d be fine.” Roderick shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t personally see anything wrong with giving her some time on camera to talk up her home crowd. “We can give you ten minutes at the start of the show.” An eternity, in wrestling time.

Dawn’s head was spinning. Not only was that easier than she thought, but ten whole minutes! She really had to get her promo game a lot better by then! She’d have a chance to practice what she’d learned so far interfering in Morgana’s promo later. This was the first feud where she’d really been given a story besides ‘Sydney is strong. Opponent outsmarts or outwrestles her. Sydney probably wins anyway’ and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity to show that she could be a major player in the women’s division go to waste.

“Thank you, Roddy!” she replied, trying to hide her excitement and joy and stay professional.

The excitement may have been short lived, as Kevin Harrison, lead writer for AWE and really second only to Roddy himself in creative control, burst onto the scene. He paused for a moment when he saw Dawn standing there, letting out a breath. “Hey, Dawn, what’s up? Uh, boss man, you seen Caiden around anywhere? The one time we’re looking for him, he just disappears…” Kevin looked hopefully over at Roddy, but Roddy ignored the question and instead spoke thusly:

“In October, at Requiem, we’re giving Sydney here ten minutes to open the show —”

With balls of steel the writer cut Roderick off. “Now, whoa whoa whoa. That’s fine and all, but hey. What are you gonna do with ten minutes?” He asked, and his voice was undeniably demanding. Hey, they were messing with his baby, and he had to be sure that everything planned fit in.

Dawn rubbed the back of her head and turned to Kevin. She unconsciously made this gensure because she was nervous and feeling a little apologetic, but in her tank top, her flexing muscles were very visible. She look far more intimidating than she felt, which may have been a factor in people agreeing with her.

“Sorry, Kevin. We could sit down and come up with ideas of how to fill ten minutes. I’m new to long promos, so I’ll probably need your help. And...if it interferes with your timeslots, we could just put it before the actual show. Maybe keep it off the Pay-Per-View and release it online or something. I don’t know much about these things.”

“Alright, well… we’ll come up with something. It’s not a big deal. I just don’t like being blindsided like that…” Kevin ran a hand through his hair and shook his head, before smiling warmly at Dawn. “It’s all good, we’ll work something out, alright? I’ll try to fit you in a match on the card too, gotta have the hometown heroes there.”

”We’ve got a month and a half to sort everything out between everyone. Anyway, I have a confrontational segment to get ready for, and then Aftershock, and I need to go and take care of the butterflies in my stomach. Thank you both for this! I will pay you back tenfold!” And with that, she left the office.

On her way to the the dressing room to be made up, or rather made down, she passed a mirror, which she stopped at, and stared at menacingly. She could stare well, She’d had plenty of practice, as most of her ‘promo work’ in the company thus far had been staring. She cleared her throat, looking nervous again for a few seconds, before resuming her tough exterior, and thinking back to boot camp.

”What’s your name, soldier? Dawn Webster, huh? You don’t look very young. How old are you? Sixteen? So, you’re a dropout? Didn’t think you had a future without the army? Do you think you have a future in the army? Because you have to work for that! Can you work, Dawn? Because from what you’ve told me so far, I don’t think you can! How fit are you? Do you run? Cycle? Swim? No? Did you think this was going to be a walk in the park? DID YOU THINK THIS WAS GOING TO BE SUMMER CAMP? Get down give me twenty!”

She stopped, and shivered at the memories. She’d given herself goosebumps. Until she found her own voice and style, and developed her own skills, she should just channel her drill sergeant. That was actually a powerful speech worthy of a Women’s Champion. Pity it wasn’t about wrestling.

Dawn, face red from exertion, looked around. Several of the staff here staring at her. She blushed and quickly walked past them. ”Just...getting into the zone…” she muttered sheepishly.