Stitches

The Wayward Travelers and a Human Soul (Historical Post-Apocalyptic/Fantasty)

I think me and a friend will be willing to play if this gets some more interest.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Abigail Harlow

   
Abigail was the first to go in, and she immediately grabbed one of the chairs, spun it around and sat on it back-to-front as she peeked over the back at GAHL’s President. She had a laid-back mischievous smirk on her face and kept playing with the leather on her seat, only half-listening to Malkovich’s welcoming speech outlining GAHL policies and congratulating all the new folk on making the cut. As per usual, Abigail seemed distracted or simply bored, and made little to no effort in hiding it around her superiors. Her gaze swept over the newcomers again, lingered a little on Zavid, then snapped back to the sudden hologram of a planet that appeared in the middle of the circular conference table.

For the first time since they landed on the space station, Abigail actually looked attentive and listening. She leant forward in her seat, grinning from ear to ear. She mouthed the word “Aurorias” and drummed her fingers on the back of her chair with excitement. Her eyes flickered from one spot to another and she briefly, eagerly, glanced back at where Brooks was. Before she could make any sort of comment though, a couple of latecomers entered the meeting room; some sort of robot and-...another voice from somewhere. Abigail stared them down critically for a bit before she stared at the helmet-area of the robot and some sort of realisation dawned upon her face. She stifled a bemused giggle through the back of her glove and immediately stood up and walked off into the next room.

Abigail wandered back in with a few small machines in her hand, wired up to the holopad on her forearm. The hologram projecting from her wrist was the aforementioned map of the sector. She didn’t look up from the map as she called out “Yeah, I got a couple questions -” her ankle hooked around the spinning chair as she collapsed into it, twirling about to sit at the table like a normal human being. “First off, is this the absolute limit of the sector or am I allowed to wander a little further? After all, I do like to explore...” she jabbed a finger at the edges of the map, looking up at Malkovich with a smile. “On top of that, you said we’ll only go hunting next mission - how long you keeping us down there for? Are we just using the Sirius as a base of operations?” Abigail rubbed her nose and looked back at the map again thoughtfully. “How much detail does the government want anyway? Just animals? Plants and weather conditions? Can I just send all the data from my suit to the Sirius and let you deal with it or-...”

Abigail cut herself off. Her voice took on a much more sullen tone as she looked up from the map and right at Malkovich. “Are we gonna have to write reports and paperwork and keep a log and stuff, sir?” she lamented, pouting. Under her breath she muttered something about “fuckin’ hating this sciency shit” before pushing a button on her holopad and dismissing the map. She glanced back at Brooks again, pursing her lips as her gaze flickered to Zavid and Brek for a brief moment again and then back at Malkovich, waiting for his answer.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Just a heads-up - if @ROADWARRIOR doesn't post by Sunday morning (BST) I'll get a post up and just carry on. Dino should follow shortly after, we usually work on our posts together.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Abigail Harlow and Brooks Lockwood

   
Abigail excitedly nudged Brooks with his elbow when the diner was mentioned. “Think you can hold out till then?” she whispered mischievously, cracking a grin. Abigail was the first to leave and knew the way to the lodge off by heart; as she is wont to do, she made a light jog and wandered in front of everyone else - even Rickland. She kept looking around the hangar bay, helmet in hand, the hatch on her suit pulsating with light. Abigail waited by the elevator respectfully for her commander, followed him in and pulled her helmet on so she took up less space. Some girl, quite possibly the Ivari Abigail thought she spotted on the SC Sirius, giggled and made a joke - immediately getting a childish giggle in return, muffled by Abigail’s helmet.

She didn’t rush off ahead when everyone poured out of the elevator - she was the first to get in, the last to get out and consequently stuck behind the group. That’s where she noticed Kaylx clinging onto Anubis’ tail for balance, and she stopped walking for a bit, staring. Then she kept going. She leant by the doorframe as everyone filed into the room, helmet twisting this way and that to watch what everyone was doing. Once everyone had settled (or, in some cases, collapsed) in the lodge, Abigail pushed herself off the frame and started walking over to the fireplace when one of the new members stopped her.

Abigail watched and stared from under the reflective visor of her helmet. She froze like a deer in headlights, and let out a nervous little “Ahahahahahawhat?” as Harriet was speaking, along with an uncertain “Uhh…”. She backed up a little. The fake firelight dancing off her visor mostly obscured her face. She cocked her head to the side a little as Harriet turned to Abigail directly and remained frozen in place, just staring at the alien in front of her.

When Harriet reached out and grabbed Abigail’s hand, there was an audible ‘fwip’ as she wrenched her entire arm away from the woman and backed up into she bumped into Brooks. “DON’Ttouchme, I-...” she snapped, looking around nervously. “...I’ll deal with you later,” she eventually decided and then immediately called out “ANUBIS! You fuckin’ enabler, don’t give him that cocktail!”

Abigail rushed off, pretty much ignoring Harriet as she twisted to get past her without shoulder-barging her. Her helmet was yanked off with one hand and tossed haphazardly onto one of the couches as she leapt clean over the bar and disappeared behind it, the clinking of bottles and rattling of cans erupting from its depths. When she re-emerged it was with a pint glass of water and one of those little cocktail umbrellas poking out from behind her ear. She skipped and wove through the crowd of hunters milling about, squatted down next to the fireplace and leant over Kaylx with a big cheesy grin on her face.

“Fun night?” she asked. “As much as I want to see you vomit in front of Malkovich, my good conscience compels me to sober you up. Brooks?” She glanced over her shoulder and made frantic beckoning gestures. Brooks, however, waves a dismissive hand and turns his attention to Harriet.

Brooks turned to face the woman, folding his arms sternly, “You were never one for tact, eh?” he sighed. “Ain’t heard of you for years and you drop a bomb like this on us now?” he cracked a faint smirk. “We’re gonna need to sit ourselves down and hear the full story at some point.” The smile faded. He pulled a face and shrugged his shoulders, lowering his voice to a low mumble; “Oh and don’t mind Abigail...She just got spooked.”

Meanwhile, Abigail was still leaning over Kaylx, one hand steadying herself on the floor whilst the other held the glass over Kaylx’s face. “Desperate times call for desperate measures - you gonna sit up and drink this? Oooor…” she tilted the glass ever-so-slightly, giggling.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Hmmm, I was just discussing this with Dino yesterday and I wanted to ask a couple things here to see what everyone else thinks:

Is it possible to get a map/room list for the SC Sirius? I get the feeling we'll be using that ship as a bit of a hub between missions, more-so than the main office on the space station. With Abigail having practically lived (and cleaned) on that ship for a good 6 years now, it's unlikely there are any hidey-holes or crawlspaces she doesn't know about and I'd love to see what we can come up with.

Second, Abigail uses holopad tech/comms. A lot. If you couldn't tell by her equipment list, she's practically a walking mars rover, jam-packed with scanners and sensors that all report back to the holopad on her arm or the UI screen on her helmet. I think it would be rather stupid/selfish of me to have Abigail hoard all the info she gathers from the environment to herself, so I thought I'd ask about some sort of obligatory GAHL device that, at the very least, links everyone up with a means of communication (sci-fi walkie talkies) and puts whatever data Abigail manages to gather to good use?

Take K2B-894 for example. We might have a satellite map of the planet, but for a jungle world that's a pretty shitty resource to have. All we'd get to see are big blobs of canopy. With Abigail's helmet scanning the immediate surroundings, she could also be uploading a 3D "street-view" style map onto everyone's GAHL devices to zoom in and see what trees, bodies of water, rocks or dangers are nearby. A GPS system with everyone's location marked on the world map allowing people to locate each other easily or send SOS signals. A text channel so Kaylx can hook up his robodog and everyone can enjoy Anubis' running commentary as much as I did for those moments when speaking might be a little too dangerous. After all, what's the point of having a scout if they can't report their findings back to you?

I can see the downsides of perhaps making the exploration/survival aspects of the RP a bit too easy, but the tech does have its limitations - Abigail's detailed map can only show where she's been and a little ways away from that, so anyone who decides to not follow Abigail into the unknown depths of an alien planet (admittedly a smart choice) would be on their own with nothing but the satellite map and a cluster of GPS dots to guide them. Equipment can be broken - earpieces that fall off into a muddy puddle, short out and cut off someone's voice comms. Abigail's helmet is ripped off her shoulders and flung miles off into the distance by an enraged alien, leaving a patchy trail of partially-scanned wildlife before it gets stuck in a tree and leaves Abigail and the rest of the party blind until the poor girl can find a way to get it back. Biosensors stop working and half the party, according to their tech, has sporadically died. Shitty WiFi in the depths of some underground cave.

Anyway, I'm rambling on a bit too much - I thought I'd throw these ideas out and get everyone's opinion on it as well as the GM's decision.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Abigail Harlow and Brooks Lockwood

Abigail was slumped against the washroom door, suit draped across her lap. She had a small shallow toolbox laid out on the bench next to her and was pointing a small cylinder of metal at an opened hatch on the suit. Every so often, there was a buzzing sound as a bright blue laser flashed briefly into the hatch from the cylinder and a wisp of smoke drifted lazily out of it. Abigail sighed and put the tube aside, peering anxiously at the door next to her. “Y-...you okay there buddy?” she called out hesitantly.

Brooks on the other hand was going through a living nightmare. His backside now having passed the one-hour mark, an imprint of the toilet bowl began to fester on his behind. As his face shifted back to normal colors from it’s previously bright-red state, Brooks voiced out an angry “I’M FINE.” - directed at the bathroom exit.

Abigail tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re gonna miss the debriefing, we’re set to land in a couple hours…” she called out, going back to repairing the gravity core in her suit. Another flash of blue light, another buzz, and another wisp of smoke.

“Fuck the debriefing, I’m gonna miss my damn fifties! Ah God…” Brooks simmered down, taking in a deep breath as he tapped his foot, both hands pressing against the inner sides of the small toilet stall he had to squeeze himself into. Not even his armor gave him as much claustrophobia as these four, barely thick, cubicle walls did. “Just… gimme’ another minute!”

Abigail stifled another laugh. She pulled out another gadget, a pair of tweezers with machinery on the handle, and started re-arranging some more components in the core. “I’ve been giving you minutes for fuckin’ ages Brooksy,” she retorted wryly. With a smirk, she snapped the hatch back into place and felt underneath the suit for something. The hatch started to glow. “Do you uh...need me to go get you something to-” she broke off into a gigglesnort. “T-to speed things up a lil’?”

Brooks took in a deep, annoyed, breath through his nose at the comment.

Another eternity passed and Brooks finally found himself at the sink of the now too memorable bathroom he had spent almost his entire trip in. An unhappy scowl imprinted on his face as he shifted his thoughts on hurrying out and dealing with whatever comment Abigail had brewing for him. Opening the door with an aura of disdain, he shifted his grumpy scowl on the girl slouched down against the wall.

Abigail had already pulled her suit on and packed up her tools; she was playing with her holopad on her arm, peering at a map of the SC Sirius and various dots that were moving around it. She glanced up at Brooks with a wide, cocky grin, opened her mouth to say something, went “Ah-...mn. Goddamnit,” and stood up.

Brooks wasn’t impressed. He started walking in the direction of the passenger bay, speaking at Abigail who was trickling behind: “What? Say it.” he demanded, expecting the worst.

“Oh, no,” Abigail waved a hand dismissively. “I was going to say something...but it just wouldn’t come out right.”

Brooks closed his eyes, taking in another deep breath before speeding up his pace. Refusing to talk to the girl for the time. Abigail was positively howling with laughter, she could more than easily match Brooks’ pace and made good use of it by teasingly skipping around and ahead of him. It took her a good three minutes to calm down and regain her composure, along with a bunch of “C’moooon Brooksy”s and “I didn’t mean to hurt your delicate feelings”s thrown in.

The two entered the bay just as the Commander begun his talk. Abigail immediately fell silent as they slinked themselves into the nearest corner to quietly listen to the man’s words. Brooks let out a boisterous guffaw as Kaylx mentioned breakfast, but otherwise kept silent as many of the faces around had been new to him. Abigail thrust her hand up and immediately blurted “I second this notion. Brooks needs to refuel after-”

Brooks interrupted Abigail with a growl and deadly stare before awkwardly averting his eyes back onto the crew and commander, “Right after you, Sir.”

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Abigail Harlow

Name: Abigail Harlow
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 116lbs

Personality:
Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble; it doesn’t help matters that she’s as stubborn as a mule and doesn’t hold back when she gets mad. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before.

She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is younger, weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most. Abigail isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time.

History:
Abigail’s earliest memories were on Telmurak. The planet was a ruined husk from a long-lost civilisation, recently inhabited by all manner of alien life hoping to make a profit from the tech they could scavenge. Her mother was some sort of hippie who travelled the stars with a sleazy entrepreneur who suffered from some serious commitment issues. The moment he found out Miss Harlow was pregnant, he made a break for it with the family’s small spacecraft and left the poor woman abandoned on Telmurak. Life was rough but manageable in the haphazard shantytowns; theoretically you could get whatever you wished for, provided you found the right type and amount of scrap to pay for it. Whores, medicine, drugs, food, clothing...you could buy it all.

Her mother had to take Abigail out from a very young age to rifle through rusty shells of metal and handfuls of old circuit boards, and whenever Abigail wasn’t scooping up scrap into a large burlap sack she was sitting around at home tinkering with whatever was too worthless to hand in. The job wasn’t too dangerous when it came to long-dead machinery, but the real threat were the mutants that lurked in the ruins; rabid and aggressive, many scavengers didn’t have the gear to handle them and had to learn how to get around or evade the beasts. Abigail’s mother was caught out by one of these mutants when Abigail was pretty young, but the kid settled into a routine fairly quickly; she knew what to find and where to find it. Since she was so small and skinny, she had the advantage of being able to squeeze into tight spaces to find the good gear. Navigating hostile territory, climbing unstable structures, hiding from aggressive beasts - it all became part of Abigail’s daily life.

Still, as Abigail grew up and matured, there was this nagging sensation that she could be doing something better with her life than risking it all for cheap processed food, old video games and painkillers. When she was 15, a group of GAHL hunters landed on Telmurak to deal with a particularly large rodent-like mutant known as the Scuttler Queen. Abigail saw how they paraded through the shantytowns with its severed head, showered with riches and rewards...and decided she wanted to be a part of that life. She crept on board their spaceship and became a stowaway.

It didn’t take long for the GAHL to find her and give her a stern scolding, but she guilt-tripped and pleaded the crew to at least stay on board for drudge work - anything to stay off Telmurak. This was 6 years ago. Although Abigail was initially seen as cheap labour and worked as a janitor on the SC Sirius, it only took a few months for her cheeky attitude and disarming smile to worm their way into the hunters’ hearts as she became an unofficial member of the crew. Some of the older members started giving her a patchy education (up until now Abigail remained illiterate) and became part of the team.

Unsurprisingly, she was an abysmal failure when she started training; she had enough strength to carry her own weight rather efficiently but was way too frail from her unhealthy childhood to ever reach the physique of a bounty hunter. It was Brooks who intervened after taking a particular liking towards the kid. He pointed out that his crewmates were teaching her ‘the wrong way’ and started personally training Abigail with emphasis towards her remarkable speed, stamina and agility. Six years, several cashed-in favours and a lot of reward money transformed Abigail from a grimy little waif into a unique (albeit reckless) Scout for GAHL. For the first 4 years Abigail’s new home became the SC Sirius - Brooks trained her during his spare time and she watched the fighting during the missions from the safety of the ship. She’s only been allowed to do field work for the past 2 years, and even though her technique is still a little clunky, she’s proven herself to be a useful asset for the hunters.

Weapons/Supplies:
Gravalter Nanosuit: Custom-fitted and carefully made, Abigail’s suit provides waterproof, air-tight protection against the elements with its own supply of air and can withstand a fair bit of wear-and-tear. However, its primary purpose isn’t simply armour - a fragile (but thankfully easily repairable) gravity core allows her to change the effects of gravity on her body - she can make herself lighter and heavier, as well as shifting her gravitational pull to be able walk on walls or ceilings. She uses this in order to reach superhuman speeds and perform acrobatic feats that wouldn’t typically be possible, but it’s worth noting that even minor damage to the core can cause malfunctions. They’re usually harmless and it’s somewhat amusing to watch Abigail suddenly crash into a wall or float up into the ceiling, but given the right conditions these mishaps can be very dangerous.

ZeroG Boots and AllSurface Gloves: Alterations to the gloves and boots of Abigail’s nanosuit allow her to move about on almost any surface, provided it isn’t incredibly slippery or fragile.

N0IZEMAK3R: Around the size of a baseball, these handy little spheres of scrap metal and wiring are instruments of pure chaos. They emit klaxon-like alarms, loud buzzes and screeches on all sorts of jarring decibel levels and create enough strobe-lights and flashes to disorient even the hardiest aliens if one looks at them for too long. Abigail knows how to make these things from scratch (much to everyone’s dismay) and keeps at least three on her person at all times. When activated, they also emit an SOS signal to the rest of the crew - useful if they aren’t in hearing range but otherwise completely pointless, since it’s VERY easy to track one of these nightmares down to its source.

MZk13 Helmet: If you’re going to be bouncing off of walls and running away from deadly monsters, a good helmet could mean the difference between life and death - and Abigail has a VERY good helmet. The gas filter ensures a healthy supply of air - the seal is watertight and the metal it is made from is capable of withstanding impressive amounts of force. Built inside the helmet is a scanner of Abigail’s surroundings and the UI display on the visor can be turned on and off at will. This helmet warns Abigail of incoming dangers that, in the thrill of the chase, she may not immediately notice.

Holopad: Abigail’s pride and joy. Connected to her nanosuit, the bioscanners provide detailed analysis of Abigail’s physical condition and the state of her armour/equipment (which, in turn, can be broadcasted to anyone else who’s hooked up to the system) and the scanner from the helmet creates a live map of the places she has been. Excellent for scouting out new territory and letting others know where she is, what she’s doing and how close she is to dying.

Abigail also carries some weaponry, but they are hardly anything of note - a laser pistol rests in arms reach as well as a holographic hunting knife for those tricky close-combat situations. She’ll also pick up some gadgets here and there depending on the situation - since her gear is lighter than most she always picks up a few more Aether Cans, Detox sprays and other medical equipment than your typical hunter.

Misc:
Abigail has a very unique role in the team. Officially, she is a scout, and her skillset is tailored towards stealth, speed and agility for exploration purposes. In combat situations, Abigail goes from scout to ‘glorified bait’, using her noisemakers and her nanosuit to grab the attention of whatever monstrosity the team is up against and lead it to a place where the hunters can fight it on their own terms. She is by NO MEANS a fighter and has to rely on others to keep her safe during combat (although she can be taught some weapons proficiency if anyone had the time and patience to help her).

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I will be honest though that I worry over the 'superhuman speeds' thing, however the high-risk high reward factor going into her balances things out. How fast can she go exactly?

@Lmpkio

Well, when I was making her, the speed was "Faster than the monsters".

But let's give this some actual thought - I'm godawful at putting numbers onto things like these. Hell, I even had Dino help me figure out Abigail's weight - fictional objects given a numerical value is a surefire way to make my head hurt. To start off with, I can safely say that 'superhuman' =/= superhero speed power. Trying to reach the speeds that The Flash can accomplish in the middle of a dense jungle or a craggy volcanic planet is just asking to get a limb stuck somewhere and have it ripped clean off. When I say superhuman, I mean above-average; as fast as, if not a little more, than a professional sprinter with the suit on. Even without the suit Abigail's childhood and early teenage years (the years where your body grows and develops) were spent hauling ass away from monsters, so it's not surprising that she's a speedy little bugger when she has to be, and I evened out that little biological benefit with her pitiful physical strength when it comes to fighting or lifting any object that's heaver than she is.

The reduced weight from the suit means she can run longer distances at sprinting pace without tiring out, but even sprinting in near zero G will still eventually exhaust Abigail. When Abigail tires out she doesn't lose velocity immediately, but she's more prone to tripping up or stumbling which can have some pretty severe consequences. Her 'superhuman speed' will only ever be used in short/medium bursts, and hopefully the environment around her will allow her to avoid sprinting. For example, I doubt she'll be doing a lot of running in a straight line on K2B-894; there will be a lot of tree-climbing, ducking, sporadic changes of direction and swinging from vines that'll break up her movement quite nicely.

Put her in a big flat plain that stretches out for miles and expect her to outrun any beast that's considerably bigger than her and yeah, she's definitely fucked.

tldr - She won't be running fast for long, at top speed she's a little faster than a professional sprinter with that suit on, the suit makes things a little easier, and her sprinting will be broken up with all sorts of acrobatics anyway.

Still a really interesting character, I like her.

@Lmpkio

Thanks! I thought there was an explorer-shaped hole in this big-game hunting and exploration unit that needed balancing out.

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Ok, all done! Here's my humble CS.

Abigail Harlow

Name: Abigail Harlow
Species: Human
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 116lbs

Personality:
Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble; it doesn’t help matters that she’s as stubborn as a mule and doesn’t hold back when she gets mad. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before.

She enjoys debates and isn’t afraid to speak her mind, even if they devolve into shouting matches and sulking. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own frailty than Abigail. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is younger, weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most. Abigail isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time.

History:
Abigail’s earliest memories were on Telmurak. The planet was a ruined husk from a long-lost civilisation, recently inhabited by all manner of alien life hoping to make a profit from the tech they could scavenge. Her mother was some sort of hippie who travelled the stars with a sleazy entrepreneur who suffered from some serious commitment issues. The moment he found out Miss Harlow was pregnant, he made a break for it with the family’s small spacecraft and left the poor woman abandoned on Telmurak. Life was rough but manageable in the haphazard shantytowns; theoretically you could get whatever you wished for, provided you found the right type and amount of scrap to pay for it. Whores, medicine, drugs, food, clothing...you could buy it all.

Her mother had to take Abigail out from a very young age to rifle through rusty shells of metal and handfuls of old circuit boards, and whenever Abigail wasn’t scooping up scrap into a large burlap sack she was sitting around at home tinkering with whatever was too worthless to hand in. The job wasn’t too dangerous when it came to long-dead machinery, but the real threat were the mutants that lurked in the ruins; rabid and aggressive, many scavengers didn’t have the gear to handle them and had to learn how to get around or evade the beasts. Abigail’s mother was caught out by one of these mutants when Abigail was pretty young, but the kid settled into a routine fairly quickly; she knew what to find and where to find it. Since she was so small and skinny, she had the advantage of being able to squeeze into tight spaces to find the good gear. Navigating hostile territory, climbing unstable structures, hiding from aggressive beasts - it all became part of Abigail’s daily life.

Still, as Abigail grew up and matured, there was this nagging sensation that she could be doing something better with her life than risking it all for cheap processed food, old video games and painkillers. When she was 15, a group of GAHL hunters landed on Telmurak to deal with a particularly large rodent-like mutant known as the Scuttler Queen. Abigail saw how they paraded through the shantytowns with its severed head, showered with riches and rewards...and decided she wanted to be a part of that life. She crept on board their spaceship and became a stowaway.

It didn’t take long for the GAHL to find her and give her a stern scolding, but she guilt-tripped and pleaded the crew to at least stay on board for drudge work - anything to stay off Telmurak. This was 6 years ago. Although Abigail was initially seen as cheap labour and worked as a janitor on the SC Sirius, it only took a few months for her cheeky attitude and disarming smile to worm their way into the hunters’ hearts as she became an unofficial member of the crew. Some of the older members started giving her a patchy education (up until now Abigail remained illiterate) and became part of the team.

Unsurprisingly, she was an abysmal failure when she started training; she had enough strength to carry her own weight rather efficiently but was way too frail from her unhealthy childhood to ever reach the physique of a bounty hunter. It was Brooks who intervened after taking a particular liking towards the kid. He pointed out that his crewmates were teaching her ‘the wrong way’ and started personally training Abigail with emphasis towards her remarkable speed, stamina and agility. Six years, several cashed-in favours and a lot of reward money transformed Abigail from a grimy little waif into a unique (albeit reckless) Scout for GAHL. For the first 4 years Abigail’s new home became the SC Sirius - Brooks trained her during his spare time and she watched the fighting during the missions from the safety of the ship. She’s only been allowed to do field work for the past 2 years, and even though her technique is still a little clunky, she’s proven herself to be a useful asset for the hunters.

Weapons/Supplies:
Gravalter Nanosuit: Custom-fitted and carefully made, Abigail’s suit provides waterproof, air-tight protection against the elements with its own supply of air and can withstand a fair bit of wear-and-tear. However, its primary purpose isn’t simply armour - a fragile (but thankfully easily repairable) gravity core allows her to change the effects of gravity on her body - she can make herself lighter and heavier, as well as shifting her gravitational pull to be able walk on walls or ceilings. She uses this in order to reach superhuman speeds and perform acrobatic feats that wouldn’t typically be possible, but it’s worth noting that even minor damage to the core can cause malfunctions. They’re usually harmless and it’s somewhat amusing to watch Abigail suddenly crash into a wall or float up into the ceiling, but given the right conditions these mishaps can be very dangerous.

ZeroG Boots and AllSurface Gloves: Alterations to the gloves and boots of Abigail’s nanosuit allow her to move about on almost any surface, provided it isn’t incredibly slippery or fragile.

N0IZEMAK3R: Around the size of a baseball, these handy little spheres of scrap metal and wiring are instruments of pure chaos. They emit klaxon-like alarms, loud buzzes and screeches on all sorts of jarring decibel levels and create enough strobe-lights and flashes to disorient even the hardiest aliens if one looks at them for too long. Abigail knows how to make these things from scratch (much to everyone’s dismay) and keeps at least three on her person at all times. When activated, they also emit an SOS signal to the rest of the crew - useful if they aren’t in hearing range but otherwise completely pointless, since it’s VERY easy to track one of these nightmares down to its source.

MZk13 Helmet: If you’re going to be bouncing off of walls and running away from deadly monsters, a good helmet could mean the difference between life and death - and Abigail has a VERY good helmet. The gas filter ensures a healthy supply of air - the seal is watertight and the metal it is made from is capable of withstanding impressive amounts of force. Built inside the helmet is a scanner of Abigail’s surroundings and the UI display on the visor can be turned on and off at will. This helmet warns Abigail of incoming dangers that, in the thrill of the chase, she may not immediately notice.

Holopad: Abigail’s pride and joy. Connected to her nanosuit, the bioscanners provide detailed analysis of Abigail’s physical condition and the state of her armour/equipment (which, in turn, can be broadcasted to anyone else who’s hooked up to the system) and the scanner from the helmet creates a live map of the places she has been. Excellent for scouting out new territory and letting others know where she is, what she’s doing and how close she is to dying.

Abigail also carries some weaponry, but they are hardly anything of note - a laser pistol rests in arms reach as well as a holographic hunting knife for those tricky close-combat situations. She’ll also pick up some gadgets here and there depending on the situation - since her gear is lighter than most she always picks up a few more Aether Cans, Detox sprays and other medical equipment than your typical hunter.

Misc:
Abigail has a very unique role in the team. Officially, she is a scout, and her skillset is tailored towards stealth, speed and agility for exploration purposes. In combat situations, Abigail goes from scout to ‘glorified bait’, using her noisemakers and her nanosuit to grab the attention of whatever monstrosity the team is up against and lead it to a place where the hunters can fight it on their own terms. She is by NO MEANS a fighter and has to rely on others to keep her safe during combat (although she can be taught some weapons proficiency if anyone had the time and patience to help her).

EDIT: the nanosuit picture was very small, I picked a different one.

Galaxy Of Monsters - (Alien Monster Hunter RP)

Me and my friend would like to join, do you have two more spaces?