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[WillowLuman]

Tiny people are indispensable to any adventure!

Hmm, I should do a sheet for the Traveller (as good a name as any) soon.

[SOLDIER First]

"Hey, listen! Watch where you're stepping, you big galoot!
Don't forget to hold down the Z-button to target enemies!"

[WillowLuman]

Changed thread title to hopefully make it less confusing. Thought there'd be more takers on this. Anyways,

Spoiler: Traveller (click to show/hide)

The man with the box. Well, not exactly a man. More of an over-engineered artificial human created as a museum display by higher-dimensional beings. One day he made his escape by stealing this traveling machine from that museum. Or so he says. In any case, he looks human: olive-skinned and dark-haired, of a somewhat scrawny build. Though he has some odd habits. There's sort of a frantic energy about him, being very talkative though not giving a lot of answers. He seems inclined to help people, but also seems somewhat paranoid, not desiring to stay in one place for very long.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Reserving a spot, if I still can.

[WillowLuman]

Yep. Really need more characters before I can pare it down.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Spoiler: Because every adventure needs a drunk bear. (click to show/hide)

Name: Cobb
Gender: Male
Age: Indeterminate
Species: Bear. Ursus Americanus, to be exact, although with what he does, perhaps Ursus americanus sapiens may serve a better name.

Description: He's a bear, that wears overalls, has a love of good drink and a good bed. He seems to somehow have the capability to talk, and above-average intelligence for a human male. He also possesses quite unusually strong musculature for a bear of his species- indeed, quite unusual even for Earthly mammals to begin with. He also stands upright most of the time, though most bears tend to spend most of their time on all fours- but then, when he's talking, asking you for your finest bourbon and chatting to you about the weather, that tends to be the last thing on your mind.

He towers even over the tallest human, too. Also, he has opposable thumbs. How would a fine ursine citizen like him hold beer?

Background: Not even the Traveller is particularly sure when Cobb actually got ON his box; rather, he wandered off to find something and found Cobb sleeping on the floor, snuggled up next to an empty barrel of mead, with a post-it note on his head saying 'my name is Cobb', covered in an ungodly stink of God-knows-what and what appeared to be part of a garden gnome in his mouth.

He was quite stung and irritable waking up, but whether that was the hangover or the fact he woke up on some random person's ship, will be left to the reader to decide.

Ever since, Cobb decided to tag along, after briefly listening to what the Traveller actually did for a living and deciding that getting drunk on the best drinks the multiverse had to offer was the best life a connoisseur of fine drink like him could live. Nobody ever asked why he was a talking drunkard bear that wore clothes-or, indeed, how and where such a bear would come to be- but then again, would you question a bear?

[SOLDIER First]

This is literally the last thing I would expect from you, Elf. Jeez.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

This is literally the last thing I would expect from you, Elf. Jeez.

I live to defy expectations.

[Harry Baldman]

I've consistently failed to keep up with freeform RPs before, but let's give this one a shot anyway.

Spoiler: Here we go (click to show/hide)

On a nearby couch of uncertain origin sits Facechewer Bloodscream, a wizened man of an Earthlike countenance, though with a terribly vespine look to him only partially undone by the seemingly amicable smoking of an ape-shaped pipe made of unidentified bone that produces a considerable amount of purplish or perhaps reddish smoke, depending on the circumstances. He's dressed in long, flowing sequined pink and gold finery that could have only been made in an era of imperialism and globalization on a galactic scale, and although his outfit has clearly suffered quite a bit, and he shows no signs of possessing another one, it still carries more than an echo of opulence from its former home.

Facechewer is probably quite a mellow fellow, and is most likely to keep to himself, occasionally pitching in with the odd bit of questionable elderly wisdom coming from entirely the wrong place and time. If asked, he will mention that he is here on vacation, having sponsored one of the Traveller's temporal errands in return for the privilege. In addition he will not hesitate to add that he also earns his keep by showing off his mean skill with the keytar once in a while when the pipe's been kind to him. He's also not half bad at throat singing in the meta-Mongolian tradition, and he'll have you know he financed and directed an admittedly mediocre holofilm on the similarly half-successful Purge To End Them All once upon a time. And also he may have taken part in a couple of wars, he would say and chuckle with fond memories.

[SOLDIER First]

_{E-except my expectations of getting stabbed...}

[Unraveller]

Boy I sure hope there's room for another! Well, here I go.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Axel Brandt

Appearance: A rather large man, human by the looks of it. He is bald save for the twirly handlebar mustache of impeccable manliness that rests upon his lip. Axel is quite a muscular and of German descent, clad usually in white buttoned shirts coupled with green pants and suspenders he stands at a sizable 6'1" and appears as a quite imposing man due to such however, the large man's face always has a kind gesture, a warm hearty smile, and welcoming demeanor. It is easy to tell that the man had never worked an easy day in his life, for his body seems sculpted magnificently.

Background: Hailing from Germany in the early 1900's, Axel had been part of a traveling circus, to which he was, of course, the strongman. Preforming various feats of strength and fortitude. For a time, life had been grand, and the life had brought joy to Axel, as he had done the same for so many peoples in their travel.

However the looming atrocities of war had weakened his once great nation. At first The Great War that had embroiled so many countries began driving Germany's economy into the dirt, soon enough people were unable to pay for a ticket to the circus, so they began doing them for free. Living off what little donations were given to them. But that had only been a taste of what war would bring.

For many years after WWI they had continued serving people for free, Germany's people were strong, they would bounce back. Or so was thought, however as the second great war rolled around Axel feel into great despair. How could anyone allow such inconceivable acts to be done unto others? By the good of their hearts, the circus began taking in all people, fugitives, the poor, those with nowhere else to turn.

However, their kindness would see them undone, eventually every last one that Axel had known was rounded up and placed into ghettos or camps. And there our strongman remained, that is, until he met The Traveller.

Right, well I hope that was well enough!

[LordBucket]

LordBucket, are you going to post yours?

Sure.

Spoiler: Jennifer Wimbleton (click to show/hide)

Jennifer Wimbleton


Originally from 1980s Britain, Jennifer is the daughter of an Oxford English professor. Inheriting none of his brains, but some of his wit, she joined our adventure as the result of a playful lark into a wardrobe prompted by a recent re-reading of a certain rather whimsical book from her childhood. Not two steps in and she'd managed to trip and fall face first into a dreadful pile of clothing, not washed the half of them. Fortunately a nice gentleman offered a hand which she graciously accepted and proceeded to brush herself off and introduce herself like a proper lady should. It did cross her mind to wonder what the gentleman was doing in her closet, and whether skulking about inside was entirely becoming of a gentleman. But, then it occurred to her that she didn't seem to be in the closet anymore, and perhaps she was the one who should apologise? In any case, he was so apologetic for...whatever it was he said he'd done that brought her to wherever this was, that she couldn't quite bring herself to hold it against him. And so this turned to that, and here we are.

Cheerful and friendly, but slightly dumb, blonde female human. Tends to misplace sonic monkey wrenches, get kidnapped by interdimensional conquerers, and generally find herself in the right place at the wrong time, yet always seems to find a way to not get squished through no particular effort of her own.


Feats:
 * Unlucky
 * Pretty
 * Plot armor

Skills:
 * None to speak of

[SOLDIER First]

are you telling me Fune the bear isn't the Traveler's true companion?

[~Neri]

Koi is so going to try to get a bear ride.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cobb's life mission will now be to get EVERYONE hammered.

EVERYONE.