Post by Ensign Rudabah Hessaby on Jul 20, 2009 22:46:33 GMT -5
OOC Name: M.
Years RP'ing: A decade or so.
Yo mama jokes: [admin edit]
Character name:Rudabah Hessaby
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Ensign
Ship: Assign me.
Division: Command
Brief Description: Rudabah is a wet-behind-the-ears helm officer on her first trip outside the Sol system.
Sample post (may be recycled):
[This is an admittedly very dark sample taken from an X-men RPG.]
Penny stood on the rooftop of the mansion, wind and chilled rain falling on her back. Her hair was shoved under her ever-present Yankees cap which was twisted so that the bill was backwards. Her face was darkened with dirt or perhaps some soot from the fireplace as were her arms. The girl wore a uniform she didn't even remember ever being in her closet before, a dark red cat-suit which was very tight on the stomach, almost to the point of restricting the expansion and contraction of her lungs. In Martyr's hands was another thing that wasn't hers, a Remington 700. Sam owned one but she was never much of a hunter. Something about seeing the deer's last moments frightened her.
Her body tensed up as he saw them land on the front lawn. There he was, blond hair, blue eyes, a little cute but way too old. A man with what was probably once a fine suit specially modified by a pair of majestic white wings. There she was, blonde hair, blue eyes which moved warmly over the face of her winged companion. The girl herself was in one of her little black dresses, which was mostly modest except for a pretty low back. Penny's dear sister had come home again with Warren. They were madly in love of course but, that didn't bring Penny joy. She was fine with the British kid, she really was because he basically didn't seem like he wanted to go places with Paige. Indeed, he really didn't have anywhere to go. But, Warren, his was a world of jet-setting. There was no real room for Penny, Josh or Lewis in this world.
That at least was Penny's excuse as her eye moved behind the sight and the mark moved over Warren's neck. After she took a deep breath, her index finger twitched and the shot range out. "Heal that, Warren.", she uttered with a spiteful tongue as Paige's now blood-soaked, cradled her dearly beloved as if in hope that Worthington's would recover before sliding away. A smile slowly formed over the younger sister's lips, but, such happiness was short lived as she soon was struck against her jaw. The Remington was thrown from her hands and she hit the roof as an angry aviatrix anticipates another attack. Said, flyer was none other than Penny's own blood, Melody who just so happened to have been making her rounds above the mansion. "Penny! What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
Penny stuttered and stammered as she moved on the group "I . . . I just don't know. It's like - " as she stalled, her arm moved to the single-barreled weapon and fires a shot at her sister's chest. After the spray of blood, Melody stumble before falling off the rooftop. That didn’t feel as good as with Worthington, she had been a pleasure; her sister, she had been a necessity. From a purely human standpoint, her reaction was odd. Her was her situation: she had just killed one sister’s boyfriend and furthermore had sent a buckshot into the breastplate of her own sister and she felt nothing. At least there was joy with Warren, joy with seeing the blood spray from both the impact and the destruction of arteries but with Melody it was almost as if it was routine. She had one shot left and she had to make it count especially considering her other dear sister was wise to what was going on and was making her way to the roof.
Penny didn’t want to give her that chance. Rushing through the rooftop access and down a flight of stairs, the younger Guthrie moved toward her sister with any intent of getting that final shot to the brain base before dearest Paigey had a chance to husk. Thump thump thump thump. Penny’s feet flew down the staircase. Of course, Penny knew the odds were against her. Paige had the experience to take Penny out, she had been doing this Penny was in the first grade. Her sister had gone through a large chunk of the Danger room’s simulations at a time when Penny at best could manage a few moments under the tutorage of Frost. On a more practical note, in theory, Husk could morph in anticipation for anything Penny could throw at her; at the very best, Penny could send a single shot from a hunting rifle and after that she could do nothing to her, at best a couple of fists.
As Penny began to make an exit from the stairwell, Paige rushed through the door and in moments toward her sister. “Penny what in God’s name is going on?” Paige had begun to husk as she moved through the door but only her face and neck were protected by the stone-like armor the girl had intended to shield her from the blasts. Penny raised up the rifle and sent a bullet into her sister’s right shoulder. As the other Guthrie screamed, Penny wondered what had happened to her aim. With anything other than a baseball, she seemed destined for the little league in anything having to do with pinpoint accuracy but now, she was something else. Not giving her sister time to reel, Penny thrust the weight of the firearm into Paige’s wound which was followed by successive strikes to chest and shoulder until the former Gen X’er was no longer moving. After dropping the firearm, Penny drew from a clasp on her leg a hunting knife to make sure the job was finished. She dug the knife into Paige five times. After kicking in the stairwell’s door she fully intended on doing the same to more X-men or rather would have wished to do so had it not been for the sharp pain which suddenly shot through her stomach as a trio of long metal claws pierced the soft flesh of her abdomen. Logan didn’t say a word as he retracted his claws, allowing Penny to lay atop the corpse of her sister as she herself lay dying. Her minds eye moved above herself as if having an out of body experience.
The two pools of blood, Logan, checking Paige’s pulse in vain, the entire scene was the last image she saw before Penny’s eyes flew open, and she shot up in her bed. Her light brown locks were in disarray. The sweat pouring from her face and neck had done much to put a stain around the collar of her dark gray tank top. Visibly shaken, Penny exited her dorm for the greener pastures of the rec room.
Years RP'ing: A decade or so.
Yo mama jokes: [admin edit]
Character name:Rudabah Hessaby
Character Age: 24
Character Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Ensign
Ship: Assign me.
Division: Command
Brief Description: Rudabah is a wet-behind-the-ears helm officer on her first trip outside the Sol system.
Sample post (may be recycled):
[This is an admittedly very dark sample taken from an X-men RPG.]
Penny stood on the rooftop of the mansion, wind and chilled rain falling on her back. Her hair was shoved under her ever-present Yankees cap which was twisted so that the bill was backwards. Her face was darkened with dirt or perhaps some soot from the fireplace as were her arms. The girl wore a uniform she didn't even remember ever being in her closet before, a dark red cat-suit which was very tight on the stomach, almost to the point of restricting the expansion and contraction of her lungs. In Martyr's hands was another thing that wasn't hers, a Remington 700. Sam owned one but she was never much of a hunter. Something about seeing the deer's last moments frightened her.
Her body tensed up as he saw them land on the front lawn. There he was, blond hair, blue eyes, a little cute but way too old. A man with what was probably once a fine suit specially modified by a pair of majestic white wings. There she was, blonde hair, blue eyes which moved warmly over the face of her winged companion. The girl herself was in one of her little black dresses, which was mostly modest except for a pretty low back. Penny's dear sister had come home again with Warren. They were madly in love of course but, that didn't bring Penny joy. She was fine with the British kid, she really was because he basically didn't seem like he wanted to go places with Paige. Indeed, he really didn't have anywhere to go. But, Warren, his was a world of jet-setting. There was no real room for Penny, Josh or Lewis in this world.
That at least was Penny's excuse as her eye moved behind the sight and the mark moved over Warren's neck. After she took a deep breath, her index finger twitched and the shot range out. "Heal that, Warren.", she uttered with a spiteful tongue as Paige's now blood-soaked, cradled her dearly beloved as if in hope that Worthington's would recover before sliding away. A smile slowly formed over the younger sister's lips, but, such happiness was short lived as she soon was struck against her jaw. The Remington was thrown from her hands and she hit the roof as an angry aviatrix anticipates another attack. Said, flyer was none other than Penny's own blood, Melody who just so happened to have been making her rounds above the mansion. "Penny! What the Hell is wrong with you?!"
Penny stuttered and stammered as she moved on the group "I . . . I just don't know. It's like - " as she stalled, her arm moved to the single-barreled weapon and fires a shot at her sister's chest. After the spray of blood, Melody stumble before falling off the rooftop. That didn’t feel as good as with Worthington, she had been a pleasure; her sister, she had been a necessity. From a purely human standpoint, her reaction was odd. Her was her situation: she had just killed one sister’s boyfriend and furthermore had sent a buckshot into the breastplate of her own sister and she felt nothing. At least there was joy with Warren, joy with seeing the blood spray from both the impact and the destruction of arteries but with Melody it was almost as if it was routine. She had one shot left and she had to make it count especially considering her other dear sister was wise to what was going on and was making her way to the roof.
Penny didn’t want to give her that chance. Rushing through the rooftop access and down a flight of stairs, the younger Guthrie moved toward her sister with any intent of getting that final shot to the brain base before dearest Paigey had a chance to husk. Thump thump thump thump. Penny’s feet flew down the staircase. Of course, Penny knew the odds were against her. Paige had the experience to take Penny out, she had been doing this Penny was in the first grade. Her sister had gone through a large chunk of the Danger room’s simulations at a time when Penny at best could manage a few moments under the tutorage of Frost. On a more practical note, in theory, Husk could morph in anticipation for anything Penny could throw at her; at the very best, Penny could send a single shot from a hunting rifle and after that she could do nothing to her, at best a couple of fists.
As Penny began to make an exit from the stairwell, Paige rushed through the door and in moments toward her sister. “Penny what in God’s name is going on?” Paige had begun to husk as she moved through the door but only her face and neck were protected by the stone-like armor the girl had intended to shield her from the blasts. Penny raised up the rifle and sent a bullet into her sister’s right shoulder. As the other Guthrie screamed, Penny wondered what had happened to her aim. With anything other than a baseball, she seemed destined for the little league in anything having to do with pinpoint accuracy but now, she was something else. Not giving her sister time to reel, Penny thrust the weight of the firearm into Paige’s wound which was followed by successive strikes to chest and shoulder until the former Gen X’er was no longer moving. After dropping the firearm, Penny drew from a clasp on her leg a hunting knife to make sure the job was finished. She dug the knife into Paige five times. After kicking in the stairwell’s door she fully intended on doing the same to more X-men or rather would have wished to do so had it not been for the sharp pain which suddenly shot through her stomach as a trio of long metal claws pierced the soft flesh of her abdomen. Logan didn’t say a word as he retracted his claws, allowing Penny to lay atop the corpse of her sister as she herself lay dying. Her minds eye moved above herself as if having an out of body experience.
The two pools of blood, Logan, checking Paige’s pulse in vain, the entire scene was the last image she saw before Penny’s eyes flew open, and she shot up in her bed. Her light brown locks were in disarray. The sweat pouring from her face and neck had done much to put a stain around the collar of her dark gray tank top. Visibly shaken, Penny exited her dorm for the greener pastures of the rec room.