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[Persus13]

"Carnivorous clouds, eh?" Jameson muttered to himself, before figuring out why the ship stopped and running to that area.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jameson Frazier
Gender: Male
Age:24
Description: Jameson was always a prodigy and loved to fix stuff and create new stuff. His father died when he was 12, but his dad was determined to have his kid be the best mechanic their was. Graduating from college 2 years ago, Jameson's goal is to build a steamship that will outrace, outfight, and beat anything else. He's signing up for this trip because he needs a little money for the ship.
Weapon: Jameson is armed with his father's trusty sword wrench, a tool that can be used to set up machines or just whack people on the head.
Trinkets and tools: Jameson has a couple of lucky bolts which he thinks will increase his luck, some little mechanical odds and ends, and a grease cloth
Stats: Now, I don't know what this is for, but you gotta fill it in. You get twenty red stats and four blue stats, along with four green stats. Choose what you want, and don't mix'm up.
Red Stats (20 to spend)
20: HP
Blue Stats (4 to spend)
Hammering
Fixing robots
Figuring out why something isn't working
Welding
Green Stats (4 to spend)
2 Building
2 Repairing

[HmH]

"This is Doc. We got caught in the rolling clouds. For those of you who don't know it yet, rolling clouds eat ships. They already had a pass at the aft tank and there's something, probably wind, stopping us from moving forward. But if the clouds don't let us move through them, we'll just have to drop out of them; to achieve that, I'll attempt to depressurize the aft and fore tanks.

"Oh, and I'd like everyone else to man the cannons and fire at the clouds. Maybe having a bite of our own will dissuade these things."

From the bridge's control panel, cut off all steam going to the aft and fore tanks so that we can fall out of the cloud.
Pump the excess steam to Vicky's weapon systems until their maximum power capacity is reached.

Spoiler: Doc Anderson (click to show/hide)

Name: Tom Anderson
Gender: Male
Age: 63

Description: A short, round man with a gray moustache adorning his face and a thin combover on his balding head. He is wearing a lab coat over his brown jumper and a watchmaker's monocle made of aluminum. A steel mechanical leg is attached to his right thigh.
These days, Doc Anderson's trade is building artificial limbs that work every bit as good as the real ones. Doc wasn't always called Doc, though: in his younger days, he was addressed as Professor Anderson, one of the brightest scientists of his era, and like many others of his kind, he spent decades peeking behind the world's scenes for fun, profit and the common good.
Anderson was the one who came up with the technology of neuro-synchronization twenty years ago; he always said that he didn't really come up with it, that he simply copied the machinery that makes living beings tick, but everybody knows that neither people nor animals work the way machines do... right? Either way, Doc decided to ditch the theoretical science and start making money shortly after discovering how to make machines just that little bit closer to living beings, and that was the end of him being called the Professor.

Weapons:
None, if you don't count the scalpels in his toolkit. His leg is heavy enough to be considered a weapon.

Trinkets and tools:
Neuro-synchronized prosthetic right leg. A stainless steel mechanical leg, powered by a wound-up spring. One full wind-up of the spring is enough to last Doc half a day. Removing the leg is possible and can be done by Doc himself, but takes a bit of time to do properly.
Magnifying monocle. An aluminum monocle with a few sets of magnifying lenses for it. Has a leather band keeping it on Doc's head. Allows for examining objects in greater detail. Doc mostly uses it for tinkering, though it doubles as a way to show off his wealth without resorting to such impractical metals as gold and silver.
Mecha-surgeon's toolkit. A leather bundle about eight inches long and three in diameter. Contains everything a surgeon-slash-tinkerer-slash-inventor needs out in the field: a set of screwdrivers, a wire tool, a handheld manual drill, three scalpels of different sizes, tweezers, a number of clamps, a set of needles and threads and a vial of mineral oil.
A flask of 70% alcohol. Used strictly for disinfections. That said, Doc really likes his coffee germ-free.

Stats:
Red Stats
20 HP
Blue Stats
Do Stuff: Neuro-Synchronize Devices With Living Beings
Do Stuff: Automate Mechanical Devices
Do Stuff: Perform Surgery
Do SCIENCE: Reverse-Engineer Advanced Technology
Green Stats
Tinkering: 2
Medicine: 2

[Caellath]

"Well, they aren't giant flying blind mole rats. But they are still damned clouds." Eunh remarks gruffly, throwing his arms to the air in mock exasperation. "I want some rest! And if I don't get some, you'll be sorry."

Eunh gets back to the flak guns and starts to fire at the clouds.

Spoiler: Eunh Destern (click to show/hide)

Name: Eunh Destern
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Description:  Eunh is a young man, looking fresh out of his teen years and into adulthood. His skin is white and his face is angular, his head sporting light-brown hair with two large white rabbit ears coming from the its top. His eyes are orange and he has a rabbit tail usually hidden under shirts or pants. His mannerisms are characteristic from high-class gamblerrs, always carrying himself with elegance albeit fully capable of becoming as sly as a snake and usually wearing fine clothing with light armor for protection.
Backstory: Eunh isn't very keen on remembering his childhood, but he remembers he was raised by a couple of poor merchants, helping them face strife and assisting them in their everyday struggle, being constantly picked on due to his animal traits. As he grew, the young boy discovered games and tricks and was entranced by their nature. His skills in the area grew, and it did not take long until he got the hang of it...And he did it perfectly.
In the spam of a few years, the young man had already became a professional gambler, becoming able to join the high circles of gaming. Aside from honing his trickery skills, had developed a keen street street sense and a combat style based on speed and deceit as well as accurate strikes of his sword..
Weapon: Long-Hilt Longsword.
Trinkets and tools:
:Fine clothing - A man has to keep his class.
:Gambling Items - Dice, deck of cards, coin, etc.
Stats:
Red Stats
: HP 20
Blue Stats
: Lightning Parry - Sometimes your reflexes are the only thing you have
: Riposte - Because a parry has to include something more
: Lucky Hit - Combat is not only about skill
: Game Face - When no one can tell what you're thinking, your game is on
Green Stats
: [1] Practical Swordsmanship
: [1] Marksmanship
: [2] Gambling

[Pancaek]

Roland smiles at the command and starts barking orders, apparently to himself

"Time for Battle, flaps open, cannons out! Lets show them what we're made of!"

He runs to the cannons, keeping low and starts firing the cannons at the mist.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Roland Mopsay
Gender:Male
Age:28
Description: Roland is a fairly average guy with dark borwn hair and brown eyes. When he was a child he lived with his father, a huntsman from whom he inherited his marksmanship skills and a nice bushy beard, near the outskirts of civilisation. When he was 18, he went to a nice school. How anxious he was to be the first of his family to graduate a good school. He was, however, a horrible student only good at chemistry and basic biology. His student days came to an abrubt end after he was expelled for, completely accidentally, destroying 5 classrooms in a freak accident involving gunpowder and that wench of a history teacher misses welsch's desk.
At the ripe age of 20 and living on the streets without even a nail to scratch his arse, he eventually found a job working with a fireworks artisan. He and old one-eyed Jim brought colour to the sky and warmth to the hearts of the people of Apex at many festivals. For 3 years he studied under Old one-eyed Jim (who never told him how he lost that eye), and  eventually inherited the artisan's shop when he died. And life was good...
...right up until he was working on his biggest "dragon lance" firework yet, and some dimwitted jackass threw a cigarette trough his window. Bearing a nice burn scar over the length of his left arm and cheek and a shop that is now a black scorch mark. So he did what anyone would do, and joined the royal navy as a gunner. It was here that he excelled at long range bombardements and helped with the development of gunpowder that would work better in bad weather conditions and with alternative cannon munitions, eventually designing a cheap but effective cannonball that would explode upon impact and throw shrapnel everywhere.

Weapons: His trusty hunting knife, given to him by his father. It's actually a family heirloom, a sturdy bayonet that gleams a silvery shine from a war long past and forgotten.

Trinkets and tools: A satchel with everything one needs to make explosives, except for gunpowder of course. He also has a silver medallion roughly the size of a coin in his pocket, awarded for his help in making the navy just a tad bit more efficient.

Stats:
Red Stats (20 to spend)
: HP:20
Blue Stats (4 to spend)
: Do Stuff Ability:
make explosives: I love making things that go boom
Long range bombardement: Bogey at 10 clicks, sir? No problem
Mad Minute Barrage: We've got 60 seconds till they get in range to board! Get as many shells down range as you can, maggots!
tracking: Dad taught me well
Green Stats (4 to spend)
: Pyrotechnics(2), swordsmanship (1), Cannoneering(1)

[HmH]

Spoiler: Never Happened (click to show/hide)

Doc leaned closer to the intercom pipe and raised his voice, stern, lecturing tone replacing his drawl in an instant:

"I think I'll be sorrier if I get eaten, and therefore let our glorious country starve to death, for the sake of pandering to your questionable work ethic, Mr. Destern. You can try to make me sorry any time neither of us has a job to do.

"Besides, we don't know whether it's the clouds themselves that are attacking us or merely a pack of ship-eating giant flying blind mole rats that happen to live in clouds. Being a man of SCIENCE, I'd assume the latter first; after all, the blind mole rat hypothesis has the advantage of testability."

[Caellath]

Mistakenly placed lecture.

((...Eunh wasn't talking to you, by the way. He's doing something akin to swearing at the clouds, not using the intercom to complain to you.))

[HmH]

Mistakenly placed lecture.

((...Eunh wasn't talking to you, by the way. He's doing something akin to swearing at the clouds, not using the intercom to complain to you.))

((The intended target of Eunh's complaint would not really matter so long as Doc heard that complaint. For the sake of compromise, let's assume Doc overheard Eunh and decided that lecturing him over the intercom was a good way to prevent insubordination in the future.

Note: this incident goes to show that Doc does not make a good captain. In any meaning of the word 'good'.))

[Tarangini]

Now, there's no reason to be all fighty like that. With all the wind and the clouds, there's a fine chance Doc didn't hear nothing anyways. Just be easy, you're all on one team.

[Caellath]

((Thanks old narrator man. I guess that settles the case.

HmH?))

[HmH]

((I have no problem with that, either. From now on, the lecture never happened.))

[Tiruin]

The world is spinning,
Its creatures be dreaming
Fleeting tiredsomes a'coming
All the worries be resting

And a headache comes again...

Sairi massaged his right arm as he stood up, figuring something was wrong with the traction of the ship. The cabin instruments were still swaying back and forth, tethered down to their holdings by the furnishings complimenting a ship of its stature.

"Goodness Doc, I hope you just pulled the breaks." he muttered as he planned to move out of the quarters and onto the deck to ascertain what was plaguing them and impeding the ship's movement.

Afterwards, rush over to the helm just to check on Doc.

Spoiler: Sairi Lunaria (click to show/hide)

Gender:
>Female
Age:
>   18
Description:
>   Appearance: Sairi is considered a young adult amongst his folk, but in human years just coming of age. His skin is of a whitened tan, cream in tone and texture and his hair is dark brown- indistinguishably black if viewed in normal light. He constantly wears a grey colored cloak with a silver trim, covering most of his person up until the head, where fox-like ears poke out from the slits made in the hood. His body is lithe and lean in appearance. He has dark-brown eyes.

He usually wears dark colored, layered clothes - usually of earthen hues, contrasting and complementing his cloak, but always simplistic and loose in attire.

>   Bio: Apprentice and novice to a Scholar and a Steward, Sairi was born without knowing his true biological parents - the story was that he was found in the first hours post-birth at an aged and regal shrine dedicated to the deity of rice, smaller and weaker than the average infant. The bare fact that he lives today is a testament to the care given to him by the couple. In his childhood and preceding adulthood, he lived mostly a solitary life, staying with his parents and helping out in the more isolated of labors, like hunting and research. He has had a timid personality since as far as he could remember, said to be kind, gentle and open with other people as well as having the mannerisms of a cautious individual.

Deep inside, he carries a fiery and passionate attitude - willing to return the favor done by his parents through committing the best of himself in any deed or act required, though this also speaks of his self-critical attitude, pushing his limits if he feels he's not doing enough - said to even go so far as to be sacrificial for the team.

>    Ameliorated Recurve Bow

• Organic Extractor - an opalescent orb gifted to Sairi by her his parents, it is an heirloom representing his life, blood and clan. It is also a device used to aid in the extraction of chemical bases and essence of most mundane species of flora, acting as a commensal harvester until willed to stop.
• Bowyer's Baldric - Used as a catcher for knives, flasks of oil and other tools for the maintenance of the bow or related woodwork instruments, this is slung over the shoulder and kept relatively safe from interfering with any movement of the user. It can also be used to attach the quiver, creating a more mobile scenario in cases of hunting or chasing.
• Socketed Quiver - The usual container for arrows, this quiver has been modified to include a hidden compartment for a small, hunting knife. It is coated in a thin, durable weave made to withstand harsh rain and rot, being mostly made out of hardened leather.
• 'Lucky' Pyrite Coin - Kept in the hold of the Quiver, this coin was the first ever thing Sai saw in her his life, other than the figures of his parents. Though it is made of 'fool's gold', the sentimental value makes it worth more than diamonds. It carries no signifying emblem, but a blank slate with a perfect circle in the middle. Sairi believes this brings good luck and fortune.
• Waxwood Flute - Made from material which is naturally coated with a thin, hermetic layer (of wax), this was handmade and carved by one of Sairi's closest friends and gifted to him on his 18th birthday as a parting gift. He makes sure to practice and use it at any available opportunity, both in reminding him of home, and in curing his homesickness.
• Leatherbound Vellum - Clasped to the belt, this vellum contains notes and personal writings done by Sairi in much of his work. Functioning as a diary and a field journal, it has a conveniently placed catcher along the spine which holds two sticks - one of charcoal and one of graphite.

Red Stats [20/20]
>   18/20 Hp

Blue Stats [4/4]
>   Animal Lorekeeper - [More detail gleaned from natural creatures encountered upon examination.]: "Fauna. Wonderful creatures."
>   Fletcher - [Improvisation is key. Sairi is able to utilize basic materials in order to create, customize or even augment the ammunition used - arrows, in this case.]: "No better work than one done by your own hand, I say."
>   Chemical Extractor - [Sai has the ability to extract the essence from plants, and chemical toxins from animals when using this.]: "It won't hurt them...or kill them."
>   Flutist of the East - [Sairi is able to use his skills with the woodwind flute to liven the atmosphere or at least create a harmonic feeling in the air.]: "Music uplifts any heart which can hear."

Green Stats [4/4]
>   Archery
>   Piloting//Navigation
>   Herbalism
>   Acrobatics

[Tiruin]

So I'm bumping this because I really enjoy it and do not want to see it die.

On another note, couldn't draw a depiction of Victoria as I saw it XD

The airship: Goliath, is some depiction of how I'd see a battleship though. Darnit if this dies at this point.

And I'll keep on bumping this until Tarangini says anything :S

[Tarangini]

It's nearly been a month.

[Aseaheru]

I WANT A TURN... Or i want to get on someday. I quite enjoy this.

[Persus13]

Same here.