Poor ol' Marty
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jeriendhalWhile I was at Otakon I comissioned a picture of my character Marty from the aborted RPG on the Terinu forums. Here's what he looks like along with his background.
NAME: Marturari "Marty" Greycoat
RACE: Vulpine
AGE: Twenty-four
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Slate grey pelt with black ears and "gloves", and grey eyes. If jewelry is allowed he's got a pair of silver ear cuffs connected by a chain hooked to his left ear.
PERSONALITY: A bit shy, but not standoffish. He's a nice guy, its just the weight of having a famous name in combination with his phobia has rendered him rather gunshy socially. Never mind finding himself in this prison, which is probably full of brand new terrors.
SIGNIFICANT FAMILY: His parents (names TBD) are both veteran pilots (now squadron leaders) who participated in the bombing and conquest of Earth and he has a pair of older sisters who are also Bright Glider pilots in the Dominion military. Technically, being related to those Greycoats, he's nobilty, but for obvious reasons he doesn't attempt to put a title in front of his name.
PROFESSION: 3rd Level Agronomic technician (translation: Farmhand).
SKILLS/TALENTS: Marty is a pretty good farmer, with something of a green thumb. Just don't ask him to pick fruit from the orchard. Before he flunked out of basic training he gained rudimentary skill with Dominion firearms (he's a fair shot with a pistol, less so with a rifle.) As a hobby he'd recently taken up amateur theater, but that didn't pan out...
PERSONAL HISTORY: Marty is a several centuries removed descendant of Lord Rollie Greycoat, one of the Vulpine pioneers of heavier than air flight who had the unfortunate luck to be directly involved in Vulpine Prime's first contact with the Dominion. Preserving the family's love of flight while walking the delicate balance of serving the Varn, the Greycoats have a long tradition of serving as pilots in the Dominion military or commercial shipping. In Marty's branch of the family, everyone was expected to be a military pilot as a matter of course, so when he was eighteen Marty dutifully trotted off Basic Training to learn to fly fighters, just like Mom, Grandmum, and Great-grandmum.
His career as a pillot ended the third time he was placed in a full-sensory flight simulator, after he threw up over the console. Much to his humiliation, Marty turned out to be severely acrophobic. He'd always been slightly nervous about heights, but thought training as a pilot would conquer it. Unfortunately his exposure to the simulator turned what was a minor difficulty into a major phobia. Flying terrifies him, and even standing anywhere that's more than two meters above the ground sends him into cold sweats (for orbital re-entries, like the arrival at the prison, he either has to be sedated or restrained).
His family was understanding, up to a point, but when it became obvious that Marty wasn't interested in pursuing any career in the military, relations between his parents and himself became strained (his sisters alternated between trying to baby him and teasing him unmercifully.) Trying to avoid further conflict, he was granted a transfer to a minor agriculture planet and began his training as a agro tech.
At the agro facility Marty began to blossom, making some friends, despite having to make occasional awkward explanations when asked about his name. He even hooked up with a rather pleasant vixen named Tam who was both his co-worker and the directory of a local amateur theater, who was looking to fill parts for this historical Vulpine play that had been recently re-discovered, called A New Hope.*
He's still trying to figure out why he got arrested when the theater was raided...
BELIEFS: Like most Vulpine, he's a firm (if secret) believer in the Holy Den Mother, even as he pays lip service to the supposed Varn godhead.
GOALS: Though he doesn't really expect to succeed, he'd like to conquer his fear of flying (or at least heights) and regain the respect of his family. He'd also like to find out what happened to Tam, whom he hasn't seen since his arrest.
FEARS: Flying, heights and zero-G. Depending on his degree of exposure, his reactions can range from a nervous sweat to freezing in place to screams and attempts to run from the area (even if it means opening the passenger exit while the shuttle is launching).
QUIRKS: Twiddles with the chain on his ear cuff when he's getting nervous. Dotes over a bonsai he keeps in his quarters/cell (if such things are allowed.)
THIS CHARACTER LOVES...: Plants, blues skies, watching things grow.
THIS CHARACTER CAN'T STAND...: Cruel people, being asked about his name, trying to use a ladder.
OTHER INFORMATION: Obviously Marty's girlfriend knew someone who had access to Australia's national library, or was otherwise involved in the purging of Earth's history. Whether that someone was Samaneous Sharpears or a person several times removed is up to the GM
* This was part of a running gag from a series of fanfics I'd written set in Terinu's historical past. Basically when the Varn invaded the Earth, they set about confiscating and scanning everything off the Internet and printed libraries, searching and confiscating any material that might be used to inform or inspire potential resistance movements. Star Wars Episode IV was saved from that fate via a timely intervention from a high level Vulpine in the Dominion's occupation force who was working against his Varn masters. Soon a "Tradtional Vupline play" popped up on Vulpine inhabited worlds, which turned out to be A New Hope translated into the Vulpine equivilent of Shakespearean couplets. It's still popular today in Vulpine culture, while humanity has long forgotten George Lucas' flawed epic.
NAME: Marturari "Marty" Greycoat
RACE: Vulpine
AGE: Twenty-four
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Slate grey pelt with black ears and "gloves", and grey eyes. If jewelry is allowed he's got a pair of silver ear cuffs connected by a chain hooked to his left ear.
PERSONALITY: A bit shy, but not standoffish. He's a nice guy, its just the weight of having a famous name in combination with his phobia has rendered him rather gunshy socially. Never mind finding himself in this prison, which is probably full of brand new terrors.
SIGNIFICANT FAMILY: His parents (names TBD) are both veteran pilots (now squadron leaders) who participated in the bombing and conquest of Earth and he has a pair of older sisters who are also Bright Glider pilots in the Dominion military. Technically, being related to those Greycoats, he's nobilty, but for obvious reasons he doesn't attempt to put a title in front of his name.
PROFESSION: 3rd Level Agronomic technician (translation: Farmhand).
SKILLS/TALENTS: Marty is a pretty good farmer, with something of a green thumb. Just don't ask him to pick fruit from the orchard. Before he flunked out of basic training he gained rudimentary skill with Dominion firearms (he's a fair shot with a pistol, less so with a rifle.) As a hobby he'd recently taken up amateur theater, but that didn't pan out...
PERSONAL HISTORY: Marty is a several centuries removed descendant of Lord Rollie Greycoat, one of the Vulpine pioneers of heavier than air flight who had the unfortunate luck to be directly involved in Vulpine Prime's first contact with the Dominion. Preserving the family's love of flight while walking the delicate balance of serving the Varn, the Greycoats have a long tradition of serving as pilots in the Dominion military or commercial shipping. In Marty's branch of the family, everyone was expected to be a military pilot as a matter of course, so when he was eighteen Marty dutifully trotted off Basic Training to learn to fly fighters, just like Mom, Grandmum, and Great-grandmum.
His career as a pillot ended the third time he was placed in a full-sensory flight simulator, after he threw up over the console. Much to his humiliation, Marty turned out to be severely acrophobic. He'd always been slightly nervous about heights, but thought training as a pilot would conquer it. Unfortunately his exposure to the simulator turned what was a minor difficulty into a major phobia. Flying terrifies him, and even standing anywhere that's more than two meters above the ground sends him into cold sweats (for orbital re-entries, like the arrival at the prison, he either has to be sedated or restrained).
His family was understanding, up to a point, but when it became obvious that Marty wasn't interested in pursuing any career in the military, relations between his parents and himself became strained (his sisters alternated between trying to baby him and teasing him unmercifully.) Trying to avoid further conflict, he was granted a transfer to a minor agriculture planet and began his training as a agro tech.
At the agro facility Marty began to blossom, making some friends, despite having to make occasional awkward explanations when asked about his name. He even hooked up with a rather pleasant vixen named Tam who was both his co-worker and the directory of a local amateur theater, who was looking to fill parts for this historical Vulpine play that had been recently re-discovered, called A New Hope.*
He's still trying to figure out why he got arrested when the theater was raided...
BELIEFS: Like most Vulpine, he's a firm (if secret) believer in the Holy Den Mother, even as he pays lip service to the supposed Varn godhead.
GOALS: Though he doesn't really expect to succeed, he'd like to conquer his fear of flying (or at least heights) and regain the respect of his family. He'd also like to find out what happened to Tam, whom he hasn't seen since his arrest.
FEARS: Flying, heights and zero-G. Depending on his degree of exposure, his reactions can range from a nervous sweat to freezing in place to screams and attempts to run from the area (even if it means opening the passenger exit while the shuttle is launching).
QUIRKS: Twiddles with the chain on his ear cuff when he's getting nervous. Dotes over a bonsai he keeps in his quarters/cell (if such things are allowed.)
THIS CHARACTER LOVES...: Plants, blues skies, watching things grow.
THIS CHARACTER CAN'T STAND...: Cruel people, being asked about his name, trying to use a ladder.
OTHER INFORMATION: Obviously Marty's girlfriend knew someone who had access to Australia's national library, or was otherwise involved in the purging of Earth's history. Whether that someone was Samaneous Sharpears or a person several times removed is up to the GM
* This was part of a running gag from a series of fanfics I'd written set in Terinu's historical past. Basically when the Varn invaded the Earth, they set about confiscating and scanning everything off the Internet and printed libraries, searching and confiscating any material that might be used to inform or inspire potential resistance movements. Star Wars Episode IV was saved from that fate via a timely intervention from a high level Vulpine in the Dominion's occupation force who was working against his Varn masters. Soon a "Tradtional Vupline play" popped up on Vulpine inhabited worlds, which turned out to be A New Hope translated into the Vulpine equivilent of Shakespearean couplets. It's still popular today in Vulpine culture, while humanity has long forgotten George Lucas' flawed epic.
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Date: 2007-07-23 10:42 am (UTC)LukeMarty!no subject
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Date: 2007-07-24 05:19 am (UTC)You know, whenever schedules allow a restart, should Ricky be brought in, the others could quite easily have a time teasing him. Probably put off both the guards and his fellow prisoners at least at the start.
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Date: 2007-07-26 06:58 am (UTC)Snicker... love the continual reference to that 'traditional' vulpine play!
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Date: 2007-07-26 07:23 am (UTC)Suffice it to say, the other prisoners would probably be grateful that the isolation cells are soundproofed...