Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 13:41:24 GMT -4
(The original thread, for those interested.)
NAME: Iris Theodora
HT (Height): 170CM
WT (Weight): 73KG
HAIR (Color): Brown
EYES (Color): Blue
SEX: Female
AGE: 34
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): Denoting typical Greek features, there's not much that's notable. A quirky sort of smile traces her lips and her eyes look almost glazed over. Her nose is a bit crooked and there's a few more freckles then one would think would be enough. Her hair's choppy and short, almost looking like it was done by someone who didn't know what they were doing. She's not attractive by any means, but she gets by. More interesting is the aviator goggles down around her neck, showing signs of wear and tear with a hairline crack down the left side. Tucked underneath the goggles is a dirty white scarf, and beneath that is a light tan jacket, halfway buttoned.
Where you’re headed: Hagen
Pocket contents: In her right pocket is a handful of assorted currency that most probably wouldn't be enough for more then a cheap meal if anyone would accept it and a Greek to English handbook that has handwritten notes on the headers that, as one turns, slowly devolves into cursing until one fourth of the way through it announces in big bold letters taking up both pages that 'ENGLISH IS AS MUCH BULLSHIT AS RUSSIAN' and ends.
In her left pocket is a box of cigarettes that is mostly empty, a lighter that barely functions with the engraved initials of I.T., two pens, one of which most probably works, and the same pair of cracked goggles as shown in the ID tucked in there.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Good afternoon, passengers. My name is Daniel, and I'll be your pilot for the next twenty four hours or so. I do hope I can provide you smooth passage."
The intercom cuts off as you take your seat, and as the last passenger funnels into the blimp and takes their seat, you can feel it lift up off the ground to begin its journey. You're distanced from the platform and people below, until they're just little specks, barely visible to the naked eye. Eventually, you reach the point where the only sight is the encroaching miasma below, and the mountains peaking out from above it. You feel a certain dread brought on from peering into the miasma for too long, the gut feeling that something isn't right about it. For the time being, however, you're floating quite a ways above the miasma, so it doesn't do well to dwell on it. You return to attempting to relax for the remainder of the trip to Hagen.
Eventually, the ship begins to slow down. Daniel comes on the intercom again, telling everyone to remain in their seats and to stay calm. Upon further investigation, you'll notice at least six ships ahead of your transport. They seem to be having a stand off of some sort. None of the six ships seem to be moving, and they each stare down the three ships on the other side, with guns and canons drawn. Your transport attempts to steer another course, but it seems it's too late. You've been noticed, and one of the ships turns and races towards you, guns trained and prepared to fire. The three ships opposite the one that just raced toward you turn and attempt a counter-attack, but are blocked by the two other ships opposing them. One takes a canon shot in place of its comrade, and begins sinking until it disappears below the miasma. It seems for the time being, your whole blimp has been thrust into this situation as hostages.
NAME: Iris Theodora
HT (Height): 170CM
WT (Weight): 73KG
HAIR (Color): Brown
EYES (Color): Blue
SEX: Female
AGE: 34
PHOTOGRAPH (Description): Denoting typical Greek features, there's not much that's notable. A quirky sort of smile traces her lips and her eyes look almost glazed over. Her nose is a bit crooked and there's a few more freckles then one would think would be enough. Her hair's choppy and short, almost looking like it was done by someone who didn't know what they were doing. She's not attractive by any means, but she gets by. More interesting is the aviator goggles down around her neck, showing signs of wear and tear with a hairline crack down the left side. Tucked underneath the goggles is a dirty white scarf, and beneath that is a light tan jacket, halfway buttoned.
Where you’re headed: Hagen
Pocket contents: In her right pocket is a handful of assorted currency that most probably wouldn't be enough for more then a cheap meal if anyone would accept it and a Greek to English handbook that has handwritten notes on the headers that, as one turns, slowly devolves into cursing until one fourth of the way through it announces in big bold letters taking up both pages that 'ENGLISH IS AS MUCH BULLSHIT AS RUSSIAN' and ends.
In her left pocket is a box of cigarettes that is mostly empty, a lighter that barely functions with the engraved initials of I.T., two pens, one of which most probably works, and the same pair of cracked goggles as shown in the ID tucked in there.
You board the transport blimp, which seems to be manned by plenty of armed guards. There is no system of regulation or investigation in these skies, just men with guns that may or may not know how to use them. When the rest of the passengers board, the guard closest to the entry door shuts and locks it. The intercom turns on, and a man begins speaking.
"Good afternoon, passengers. My name is Daniel, and I'll be your pilot for the next twenty four hours or so. I do hope I can provide you smooth passage."
The intercom cuts off as you take your seat, and as the last passenger funnels into the blimp and takes their seat, you can feel it lift up off the ground to begin its journey. You're distanced from the platform and people below, until they're just little specks, barely visible to the naked eye. Eventually, you reach the point where the only sight is the encroaching miasma below, and the mountains peaking out from above it. You feel a certain dread brought on from peering into the miasma for too long, the gut feeling that something isn't right about it. For the time being, however, you're floating quite a ways above the miasma, so it doesn't do well to dwell on it. You return to attempting to relax for the remainder of the trip to Hagen.
Eventually, the ship begins to slow down. Daniel comes on the intercom again, telling everyone to remain in their seats and to stay calm. Upon further investigation, you'll notice at least six ships ahead of your transport. They seem to be having a stand off of some sort. None of the six ships seem to be moving, and they each stare down the three ships on the other side, with guns and canons drawn. Your transport attempts to steer another course, but it seems it's too late. You've been noticed, and one of the ships turns and races towards you, guns trained and prepared to fire. The three ships opposite the one that just raced toward you turn and attempt a counter-attack, but are blocked by the two other ships opposing them. One takes a canon shot in place of its comrade, and begins sinking until it disappears below the miasma. It seems for the time being, your whole blimp has been thrust into this situation as hostages.
