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Jodie gulps at the story of deaths during training but, nevertheless, manages to shovel the food on her plate into her mouth. Waiting for a break in the conversation she leans in "Healing? Plasma? What other powers do people get when they,.. erupt? I'd be good to know what to expect!"
Back at the station:
Glancing around the crowd, Jodie's eyes catch a familiar form,.. something about the walk and the hight make the figure immediately recognisable. Unable to restrain herself, or the grin that immediately covers her face, she yells out across the crowd.
Jodie glances at Mei's retreating figure then turns to Dakota. "Alright then,... Wanna share with me?" she says, picking up her locker and moving into the other room where she grabs a random bunk and, not bothering to begin tidying her belongings until after chow, reclines on the mattress.
Perception:
... Jodie turns to the other girls. "So, how're we going to figure this out? I don't really mind, unless one of you snores?" she grins, "Should we flip a coin, or what?"
Pretty sure girls have urges too. ;)
Jodie makes a point of taking one of the positions on the wall and grips the handle hard as the train accelerates. Like the others, she notices the higher-ups, but doesn't make any effort to listen in, instead turning to Costas. "That was tough! Just how fast does this thing go?"
Jodie stands ready to move forward when the command comes, doing her best to maintain the footlocker's balance on her shoulder.
Roll:
Jodie picks up her footlocker, managing to keep it balanced as she hauls it to her shoulder and waits to board the train.
Jodie glades at the others before speaking up. "One thing Cadet-Seregnt. What would happen if we did break a rule? Not that i'm going to, I'm looking forward to telling one of them to 'suck thunder-slime'!" she says with a grin. " But what would happen if we did?"
"Yeah. My brother is. Not sure where he is at the moment so I need to keep an eye out. He could even be around here somewhere. Sometimes we don't hear from him for ages but its always great when we do. I hope I get to see him soon! I wonder what he'l say when he hears I threaded? He tried to hide it, but he was really worried. Ohh, and my name's Jodie. Jodie Price"
Might be good to get a description of everyone into the Campaign Info tab for reference? - Jodie is a bit of a tom-boy. She wears glasses, is 5ft. tall, has green eyes and has red hair which she habitually wears in messy pigtails. At 13 she's starting to develop physically, but has a small, slim build. Jodie has trouble keeping things as neat as she should and she always seems a bit unkempt.
"I think they'll give us at least a bit of tech training" Jodie pipes up, giving Bas a sideways glance "I know I'd prefer to have someone who knows how things actually work with me in the field. I think that kind of knowledge would make anyone a better soldier! I mean, what happens if something gets damaged? Wouldn't it be good to have someone around who could fix it?"
Jodie cranes her neck, trying to get a look at the cat. "How did anyone manage to bring a pet?" she says to the girl next to her ." I hope its owner is a girl. It'd be awesome to have a pet in our barracks! I'm Jodie, by the way."
Just go to your Account settings and reduce the options to human (maybe halfling and half-elf too) and male and go through the pages of avatars... there will be quite a few pages worth.
Jodie's experience of threading is a surprise. Only a couple of other recruits have successfully threaded when it happens, although others have died in various hideous ways. One, a girl who shared her love of soccer had, during a run, collapsed on the track, blood streaming from her eyes, ears and nose. Another, a cute boy who she'd had a crush on since arriving, had experienced even worse when he had frozen during dinner, apparently catatonic for several seconds and had then, without any apparent emotion, used his fork to stab the recruit next to him through the eye. It'd taken four of the guards to take him down, his body still moving and twitching even after he'd been peppered with bullets. Jodie's threading happened whilst she'd been waiting her turn to rappel down the sheer face of the tower. One of the other recruits had slowly started giggling, a laugh that sent shivers of fear through the recruits surrounding him who were, by now, familiar with the warning signs. He'd picked up the trainer and thrown him straight at Jodie. The two had tumbled of the side of the tower without their safety harnesses and Jodie had fallen, thinking that she would die as she plummeted towards the ground. She hadn't died though. Instead she had,.... stopped, hovering, somehow, only inches above the ground. The terror of her broken by sudden wonder and then renewed terror as the guards began barking orders at her. She'd dropped to the ground then alright! And then when the guards were sure she was under control, she'd been cuffed and lead off. Her mind swirling with just one thought,... that she had, somehow, survived.
Yup,... USA all the way (unless you'd like her to be a Canadian instead? - I'd be happy to change.
Sounds good to me.
Price, Jodie Hey, love what you've done with her. Look forward to getting started!
Grats to everyone who got chosen. I'm sure the game will be awesome with such great characters. Well done all!
Selana grins at Sunset "Thanks. If you feel like a drink for yourself have one on me. And join us if you have time, it looks like this rabble have been making you run all day." with that she drains the schnapps. "Oh, and bring me a bottle of that, and enough glasses for everyone at the table. I feel generous." With that she moves over to the table and pulls up a chair, sitting and leaning back whilst hoisting her feet onto the edge of the table itself.. "Well who else feels like a drink," she says, I'm Saelana by the,...." She trails of as the Dottari guard enters, and her whole attitude seems to change... Her hand moves to the hilt of her rapier, and her smile metamorphoses into a snarl. "Well. It looks like things might get more interesting after all." she mutters under her breath.
hmmm, yes. The apple schnapps then. Selana replies to Sunset, casting her eye around the bar and clapping politely as Galen finishes his story. At the call for Mott the tart she grins. Recognising the ribald song's title. As Sunset returns, Selana takes the glass with a polite "Thank you." and then turns, once again, to survey the room. Over her shoulder she addresses the girl. "Well, it seems my partner has rather overdone himself this afternoon, and that leaves me with little to do. This place seems like fun, though I now find myself without a drinking companion. Tell me. Is there anyone here worth getting to know?"
The door opens once again. Accompanied by a stiff breeze which swirls through the room, dragging with it the smell of the street, two figures stumble inwards. The female figure is dressed in fashionable and clearly well-made and well-fitting clothing which is, like her dark hair, messy and dishevelled. At her waist she wears a silver-hilted rapier. Glancing around the crowded room, she spies a spare bench near the door and, more than half supporting her companion, weaves her way towards it. Somewhat unsteadily she grins at the table's occupants. "You won't mind if I leave Veathan here? I think he's had a little too much to drink, but I think i could do with another!" Without waiting for an answer she lets her companion slump to the seat. "And last night started so well too." With that she turns back to the room and, steadying herself, begins to weave her way towards where she sees Sunset. "Well hello" she says, with a crooked grin. "What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"
Submitting Selana Alexis, a human, noble, swashbuckler... She's almost complete, but needs just a little bit of finishing off. Thought i'd just make sure to get her in on time. I'll finalise the last bit of her background and post in the gameplay thread ASAP. Character Sheet:
Level 1 human female swashbuckler (CG) STR: 8 (-1)
Initiative: +4 Hit Points: 12/12
Attack: BAB: +1; Melee: +0; Ranged: +5; CMB: +0; CMD 14 (10 ff)
Rapier (single): +5; 1d6+4; 18-20(x2); P
*** Feats: ****
Deeds: (Derring-do, Dodging Panache, Opportune Parry and Riposte)
Traits:
Skills:
Languages:
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Background:
As the seventh child of a minor nobel family, and a girl at that, Selana's destiny was fixed from birth. She would learn the arts of etiquette, dance and fashion, she would visit the opera, she would be married to cement the alliance between her family and the Sarini and she would have children to continue their name. Where some would have felt stifled and restricted by such a well laid out life, Selana looked forward to it, growing up as the perfect young noble girl, learning her lessons well, and sharing whispered rumours with her friends about what to expect on her wedding day, when she would finally marry the boy she had been promised to from birth, her cousin, Dansten Sarini. She was eight when she first met her future husband, and he had been only a year older. It had been awkward at first, and they had sat perched in her families' parlour without talking but nervously sipping their tea. He'd only really started talking when she had timidly asked him about his interests and he had begun talking about his fencing lessons. She still wasn't sure how it had happened, but somehow, before the end of the meeting , she had agreed to join him in his training. From the start Selana had excelled. Although she lacked strength, she was fast and agile, and she was soon Dansten's equal with the blade. Her friends did tease her about her new hobby, but Selana ignored them, loving not just the swordplay, but also the burgeoning friendship with her betrothed. As the two grew older and towards adulthood, their training continued, and provided the rare opportunity for their flirting and their friendship to develop towards something more. They had stollen their first experimental kiss when the fencing master, Joralaine, had been tflirting with her chaperone, when she had been twelve, and had managed to steal several more over the years. When he was fifteen Dansten had begun his 'special' lessons, the ones that he didn't like to talk about... He had also started to change. Where he had once been jovial and funny, he became increasingly dour and quiet. He even stopped coming to the lessons as often, and when they did see each other, it was now only at public events. The last time she had seen him, across the seated crowd at the Opera, he had been staring at her, his sunken eyes fixed on her throughout the performance. She wasn't sure, but she thought that the words he had silently mouthed to her had been "I'm sorry." It was two weeks later, on the day her sixteenth birthday, the day she had come of age, and their betrothal was to be confirmed, that his body had been found, Rumours had swirled about what had happened. Some people said he'd been murdered, his family had said it was a sudden illness, but Selana had found out from Master Joralaine that it had, in fact, been suicide. In the following years Selana stopped being the perfect noble's daughter. She began to rebel. She no longer looked forward to life as a Married woman, and her behaviour, which had once made her family so proud, became increasingly rebellious. She began frequenting the darker parts of town, the alleyways and bars. She picked, and often won, fights with other nobles, she began to develop a certain reputation, often returning to the family estate in the early hours of the morning, drunk, or not at all. Selana blames the Sarini and their devil-worship for Dansren's death and, by extension, blames the Thrunes, and when one of them was made the mayor of Kintargo, she began to rebel in truth.. careless of the consequences.
Appearance: Eyes: Blue, Hair: Black, Skin: Pale, Height: 5’7”, Weight: 110 lbs, Age: 19 Other than her startlingly blue eyes, Selana's features are typical of the Chelish nobility of Kintargo. Her black hair is rumpled and untidy, like her well-made, tailored clothes which consist of fashionably tight black leggings and a white silk embroidered shirt beneath a corseted red lamellar cuirass. Selana generally comes across as extremely reckless, somewhat selfish, needlessly flirtatious, and more than a little arrogant. This attitude, however, hides an intense sorrow, and help Selena to avoid becoming too close to anyone, a strategy that she unconsciously believes will protect her from being losing another loved one. |
