...why do I get the feeling they'll just take one look at my walrus, and open fire, thinking him as an evil monster of the wastes?ImSkeletor said:
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Because you're a walrus instead of a dog. I mean, who WOULDN'T shoot a walrus?Dr. Crawver said:
it's not my fault that my flesh is so sweet and tasty.lacktheknack said:Because you're a walrus instead of a dog. I mean, who WOULDN'T shoot a walrus?Dr. Crawver said:
As Robbaz once said "Nobody wants to be a walrus."Dr. Crawver said:it's not my fault that my flesh is so sweet and tasty.lacktheknack said:Because you're a walrus instead of a dog. I mean, who WOULDN'T shoot a walrus?Dr. Crawver said:
We'd probably open fire, miss horrendously and then decide the heroic course of action would be to recruit you into our team.Dr. Crawver said:
I mean the Avengers have the Hulk, the Justice League has the Martian Manhunter. Clearly every superhero squad needs a non-human freak of some kind.
Unless of course your character feels a strong affinity to Giant Ants, in which case you, as a clear collaborator of the AntAgonist, will need to die in a fire.
Ant meat is delicious, far better than dirt. I hope that doesn't make me a major target.Hagi said:
Robots smell odd and make strange noises. I leave them alone when I can.Hagi said:
You're not a robot, are you? I don't know much about robot insides.
yeah well...a robot can't sew your arm back on, or flush out the muck in your stomach after eating sand for a week.Hagi said:
...I mean arf.
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Okay, okay, OKAY!littlealicewhite said:
...I'll give you two a shot, as much as anyone else does around here. It helps that Ryan had to go. Still waiting on Rex and I STILL have to make the hard decision. Group is actually made, though, so there's that.
On another note: Don't be so trusting of Crawver, folks. You see, this is an irradiated world, so his original form had to be some kinda' sea monster. A WALREX!
That robots medical methods are all wrong. He forgot to cover up the wound with stickytapeHagi said:
Don't know if you're still accepting sheets but... what if I crossed Al Swearingen with the Announcer from Team Fortress 2?
NAME: Beryl Craw.
AGE: 55.
GENDER: Female.
RACE: White, Human
APPEARANCE: Aged 55, but looks more like 65. Has the colouring and texture of a walnut. Short grey hair, kept in an old fashioned style. Dresses in a shabby but clean, pre-war formal wear. Walks with a limp, attributed to "the weather". Has a perpetually sour expression, and is never known to smile. Has a voice appropriate for someone who has chain smoked ever since the age of six.
PERSONALITY: Beryl is not a people's person. Everyone is a test of her patience, and that comes in a limited supply. She sees others as liabilities, to be discarded once they have served their purpose. A lifetime of betrayals, complications and screw ups has taught her not to trust easily, nor establish a dependency on others. As such, she is a volatile individual who perpetually needs a reason not to blow up in someone else's face.
At the end of the day, Beryl is just saving up for a little place where she can retire in peace, and pursue her golfing hobby. Shame that chance to settle down just never seems to come around.
WEAPONS: A tommy gun. Beryl depends on a "spray and pray" approach to combat. For anything else, there is the 9 iron in her hand luggage.
ITEMS: A pre-war business suit. A suitcase containing a change of clothes, a few bottlecaps for travel expenses, and a few basic hair care products. A duster for longer distance journeys, and some whiskey to deal with her sore leg. Golf balls and tees.
PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: Beryl may be a game old bird, but her limp and her chest infection keeps her from being too active. She's neither very agile or strong. Has an exceptionally sharp mind, with lies often failing to get by her. She is surprisingly intimidating in conversation and a skilled negotiator, if only by virtue of beating her opponent down with constant glowering.
TRANSPORTATION: Relies on public transport, where possible. Isn't one for taking the reins, and dislikes walking for too long.
AGE: 55.
GENDER: Female.
RACE: White, Human
APPEARANCE: Aged 55, but looks more like 65. Has the colouring and texture of a walnut. Short grey hair, kept in an old fashioned style. Dresses in a shabby but clean, pre-war formal wear. Walks with a limp, attributed to "the weather". Has a perpetually sour expression, and is never known to smile. Has a voice appropriate for someone who has chain smoked ever since the age of six.
PERSONALITY: Beryl is not a people's person. Everyone is a test of her patience, and that comes in a limited supply. She sees others as liabilities, to be discarded once they have served their purpose. A lifetime of betrayals, complications and screw ups has taught her not to trust easily, nor establish a dependency on others. As such, she is a volatile individual who perpetually needs a reason not to blow up in someone else's face.
At the end of the day, Beryl is just saving up for a little place where she can retire in peace, and pursue her golfing hobby. Shame that chance to settle down just never seems to come around.
WEAPONS: A tommy gun. Beryl depends on a "spray and pray" approach to combat. For anything else, there is the 9 iron in her hand luggage.
ITEMS: A pre-war business suit. A suitcase containing a change of clothes, a few bottlecaps for travel expenses, and a few basic hair care products. A duster for longer distance journeys, and some whiskey to deal with her sore leg. Golf balls and tees.
PERKS/TRAITS/SKILLS: Beryl may be a game old bird, but her limp and her chest infection keeps her from being too active. She's neither very agile or strong. Has an exceptionally sharp mind, with lies often failing to get by her. She is surprisingly intimidating in conversation and a skilled negotiator, if only by virtue of beating her opponent down with constant glowering.
TRANSPORTATION: Relies on public transport, where possible. Isn't one for taking the reins, and dislikes walking for too long.
Gig's speed could make him an integral part of the team until of course there is any danger then he'll use the other members as shieldsImSkeletor said:
Now that I think about it he would make an excellant supervillians sidekick/minion