Search for a Lost Fantasy(semi-literate+)

[Noel]

((Thanks for telling me. ^^" I really need to start getting more sleep. I'll go fix that now.
Anyone who wants to start RPing: I've got three characters walking around to run into. ^^))

[Hobo!]

{{ Sorry its taking so long, but Blue and Mitch are nearly finished ^^}}

[Hobo!]

Username: Hobo!

Name: Michelle Raine Traub
Nickname: She'd rather be called Mitch, actually, you have to call her Mitch. If you call her Michelle she may hurt you.
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Female
Group?: Crisis

Description: Mitch is a muscular girl, but still appears mildly skinny, especially in her arms. She has a skinny, but firm belly that sports a tough abdomen. Her legs are also well defined, her thighs, instead of possessing celulite, possess tough muscle. Her calves are much like her thighs. Tough and muscular. Through all of this muscle, the girl still seems to keep her skinny looking appearance.
She has sharp features, especially on her face. Speaking of which, she has a small nose and thin lips. Her chin is almost pointed, but it doesn't jut out like you'd presume it would. Her lips, although thin, are quite shapely and have a very defined look to them. The usual color of them is actually closer to a strawberry red than a normal pink color, probably due to her biting her lips so often. She has slim, almond shaped eyes, which are the color of said nut. Her almond colored and shaped eyes are quite stunning. The color is lighter than normal, but also, around the iris, is a ring of darker brown that makes her pale brown eyes seem more of a normal color.
The girls hair is very short, more of a boy's style than a girl's. It usually looks messy, but more in a perfectly messy sort of way.
Height: 5"4
Weight: 130 LBS
Position?: Fighter

Personality:Unlike most girls, Mitch is a though chick. She is always sure to stand her ground, avoid drama, and rarely spreads gossip. She's more like one of the guys, going out to pubs when they land and gambling with them, laughing at their jokes, and of course wrestling. She doesn't even consider herself a girl. She's a guy through and through, fighting like one, talking like one, and even walking like one.
But, when you chip off this though exterior.. She's still pretty tough. She is the same person around everybody. She's sarcastic and joking, even to those shyer guys or gals, she's mischievous even around the rule-followers. She's also a leader, and isn't afraid to show it. She can be sort of bossy, especially when she's under pressure, so when she's fighting. Sword fighting is her passion, and she shows it. She's very good with a sword, and can easily present that fact when she's in battle, or even in training.
But one thing about her she doesn't like to admit.. She's a hopeless romantic. She's always dreamt of some strong guy to come along and fall in love with, who would sweep her off her feet and they would be on the ship together, fighting along each other's side. The one kink in this small fantasy, is that Mitch doesn't form crushes easily, if at all. Prince charming would have to get past her toughness and make her fall in love.
History?: The girl grew up on one of the few all-labor farms left of the day. Her mother died when she was young, being left in the care of her father and four brothers. She was recruited to do farm work, and learned to be a guy. Stop caring about dollies and flowers, but get used to hoisting bails of hay and plowing fields. She ran away when she got fed up with her father and brothers treating her differently because she was a girl. She'd heard of the ships, and immediately came to Crisis. The clouds were known for accepting more girls. But they were weak. She knew that she wasn't weak, so she went to the strength of the air war.
Skills: Sword fighting. Fighting with swords.. Fencing. Heavy lifting.. She's pretty good at that, but swords are her forte.
Crush?: None


Username:

Name: Flinn Lewis Blue
Nickname: People call him Blue or Blueb. Because of his last name of course, but he's not sure why he's called Blueb.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Group?: Cloud

Description: Blue is a bit more girlish in the way he looks. He's skinny, not really possessing any notable muscle on him except for in his arms, but of course, thats just from him flying the ship and using the wheel. He's shaped a lot like a stick. Quite straight down, luckily for him, not having any curves to him. On his paler, stick-like body, he has freckles. Probably millions of the brown splotches and spots covering almost every inch of his body.. But of course, instead of him being tan, his pale skin has to show through the spots like a ray of sun in the middle of a part in the clouds. {How Cheesy}
His face is soft, his nose ending in a soft curve. Not to mention his curved chin. His ears are also 'soft', but he absolutely hated them. They were too large for his small figure and face he thought, and made him look odd. What's worse is his weird eyes. At least, thats what HE thinks they are. His eyes are actually quite stunning, being large and having thick black eyelashes lining the top of his eyes. The color was lovely, a pale icy blue in the center, ringer by a dark, dark blue.
His hair is short, but he has bangs that swoop right over his eyes. The length ends right above his ears, and he has little side burns. His hair is very, very dark brown. Almost black-looking from far away.
Height: 5"4
Weight: 120 LBS
Position?: Flier

Personality: He isn't one to talk much. He's quite shy, usually keeping to himself in his flying quarters. He only really speaks when he's spoken to, or when he's asked a question. If you can't tell already, he's pretty much a softie. He isn't one to endure fights very well, and takes it upon himself to hide help in the flying room when their ship is invaded, ro they invade. He's always the one that stays behind on the ship, making sure it stays flying and such.
Blue is one to keep secrets. Very few people really know his history and where he came from. Most people just know him as the young flyer of the ship, the one that is odd. But really, he would love to be less private. Love ot have a friend he can talk to and be around.
Blue would rather read a book than talk to people in the few hours a day he gets time off. You'll usually see him with his nose stuffed in a book, any kind of book, reading and studying. The boy just loves to know things. Facts, dates, areas and times. He just can't fill his brain full enough with useless information. But, it makes him happy, so people let him do his thing. {Sorry its so short. I'll add more. I'm just insanely distracted for some reason.}
History?: He was an orphan, surprisingly enough. He lived on the streets his whole life, but, of course, busied himself. He would go to different places all the time, gaining knowledge from those he knew had it, learnign the ways of the world and, his favorite, air ships. Learning to fly was his passion, and he picked it up quickly. Really, as soon as he stepped on an air ship, the cloud's of course, when he was twelve. He went through training, and quickly became a flyer of the ship.
Skills: Flying ships
Crush?: None

[ET4252]

Sara, Crisis Flyer

"PULL-UP-PULL-UP-PULL-UP-PULL-UP!" One of the mechanics screamed hestarically into the communicator.
"SHUT UP." Sara yelled back as she tried desperately fought to pull the small air craft she was manning out if the insane nose dive it had started not a second ago. Her hands darted madly about pulling levers, hitting switches and in general trying to get a response from the silent motor. After a few more hair raising momentsof her yelling madly at the plane(without a response) the motor sputtered back into life and she spiraled back up into the sky. Drawing in a sigh that was echoed by the people who had been watching the performance she lightly rested her hand on the wheel for a second steadying herself. Not wanting to wait around long enough for the engine shut off again she guided the small plane back over to the main air craft. The back of which had been opened to reveal a large spacious landing bay. Squaring herself up behind the large air craft Sara slowly excelerated until she made it inside, then carefully hovering the plane for a second she touched down. Reaching up she began hitting a series of switches, turning off the engine and a number of other things that the mechanics saw as all important. A few of the designers and mechanics who had built the craft slowly crept forward, unsure whether it was wise to approach... apparently it wasn't as the door to the cockpit was forced open with a sharp crack causing everyone to jump. Wrenching a pair of googles off her face Sara exited the plane with a single leap landing infront of one of the mechanics. Now most likely the malfunction was not specifically his fault but this mechanic had the misfortune of being the first one within reaching distance. Grabbed by the collar and pulled up onto the tips of his toes Sara spoke in a voice that was nothing less than terrifying.
"If you ever send me up in a faulty plane again I swear I will throw you out off this plane." it was not the most original threat however she said it truthfully, leaving no one in doubt that she was serious. Releasing her death grip on the guys collar and letting him drop down with a gasp she turned sharply and walked towards the exit door. The people left in the landing watched as she left and winced collectivly as blow was delivered to the back of the door once it closed behind her. Soon as they were sure she was gone a couple of them let out sighs, Sara might be a very good pilot but she could be nerve racking to work with.
Stalking through the halls ways, slightly more foal tempered then usual Sara let her feet carry her which ever way they pleased. It was good for her to walk around a bit, even if others had to duck into door ways and down side hallways fearing her wrath, as her heart was still pounding from the dive she had just taken. Even with her stony calm exterior inside she still felt like she was back in the pilot's seat taking that again dive. Pacing through the familiar halls she felt herself slowly calm down, her face displaying a less severe frown from a minute or two earlier, her eyes also lost some of their edge, and even her pace was slowed down. As she trekked her way through the ship she came around a corner suddenly and nearly walked right into Skye.

(I will do the first post for Max later as I do not have quite enough time at the moment)

[SmileyWily]

Frankie, Crisis Mechanic & Fighter in Training
Frankie sits on the deck, port side. He ignored the sounds of other people on the ship, making noise with swords and daggers. Shut up! he thought, every inch of him looking annoyed. He opened the notebook that had papers jammed into it and started sketching the gears he had resting beside him on the cold, hard floor.
He heard the loud footsteps behind him, but when he didn't turn, the pirate turned and walked away from the kid. Frankie picks up one of the gears and holds it nimbly between two rough-looking fingers and his thumb. He counts all the grooves and looks at the abnormal designs on it. "You're an odd gear," he says quietly to himself as he sets it down. He begins his drawing of the gear and tunes out his surroundings of loud wind and clanking metal.
The drawing slowly starts to look like the gear. The shadow even falling upon the paper and the flat paper popping out. Frankie quits the drawing early, deciding that he will finish it when he's back in his room. He picks up the palm sized gears and shoves them into the satchel that hangs at his side. The notebook soon follows the gears and the pencil also. He slowly finds the strength to stand up and wobbles on his uncirculated limbs. Frankie soon stands strong and strides toward his room. He stays far out of the reach of the swinging swords and enters the cool cavern of the ship.

[Placebo Effect]

- { Cɾïṡïṡ Pïɾατε Alεχαṉḋɾïα Sτøɾṃ } -
“Do it today, it might be illegal tomorrow.”

'Where is that kid?' Was all Alex was thinking as she roamed the corridors looking for her budding mechanic, she'd been up all morning fixing the ship's ins and outs and he'd been nowhere to be seen. If he was up to something, she wanted in on it, she was bored. But she doubted it would be anything like that, since that kid had way too many manners to be a terror.

She guessed he'd be hiding away in his room, idulging in his notes and diagrams like he always was. It was hard to teach a kid mechanics when it seemed like they knew enough to draft prints for machinary, since Alex was always wondering who exactly was the one doing the learning. Her scarred fist knocked on his door politely, something that she'd have never done before meeting the mechanic in training, perhaps all his manners were rubbing off on her.

"Frankie, I need you to help me in the engine room." The boy had much smaller hands than her and would be able to fix up that which she couldn't, and it just happened that the machine with the invariably miniture gears that had decided it was time to pack up working.

[Artesian]

[Ooc: Hey, Rilliane&Allen, I've got a couple of questions. The ships that we're on, what size are they? Do we have any pictures or anything? Quiana's got to know what her ship is. How many people other than our characters are on each ship? Also, Navigator isn't up there. Sorry about all the questions... I just like to know things. >->

Just doing Quiana right now, as I'm not sure what's up with the Crisis ship. Are we plunging madly through the skies, or strolling down the corridors? o.O]

QUIANA - Cloud Mechanic

Quiana slid an earring through one of the piercings in her ears, and admired her reflection in the gleaming pipes above her bed. Fondness for jewelry was the only vain bone in the her body, but today she was allowing herself to indulge in it. She'd made a set of old earrings from old gears, and they swung delicately below her earlobes like... well, like gears. She poked at them and, with a reluctant sigh, took them off again. It wasn't safe for her to wear dangling, metal earrings on the job. She might get them caught by one of the magnetic relays, or pinched in a belt drive. She pulled out her box of ordinary earrings instead, and inserted a simple fake-diamond stud into her earlobes.

Then she stood, and, one hand above her head cautiously to feel for the low metal ceiling of the deck above her. Her hand brushed the slightly warm metal surface (steam engines transferred waste heat everywhere down here), and - with one last glance at the instrument panels - clambered up the ladders to the rest of the ship. She'd begged to have her sleeping quarters down here, at the heart of the ship. She felt comfortable there, at the center of her world. She could be up in a moment's notice to plug a steam leak or throw the transmission into overdrive in an emergency. Her distance from everything else of interest on the ship was a small price to pay for the convenience to the engine rooms.

She could use the maintenance ladders anyway, and avoid the stairwells and corridors that everyone else had to put up with. She scampered up two more ladders, and opened the hatch onto the medic and kitchen area. As the engines were working perfectly and no one was bothering her about anything else, she considered that she might as well cook something. Soup. Or something. She skipped across the hallway, and saw ol' Mel (everyone over the age of thirteen was old to Ki-ki) purloin a roll from a tray bound to the kitchens. "Oy, ya' don't 'ave to do that. Come on inta' the kitchens and I'll cook ya' up somet'ing nice," she offered, strolling over the girl. Today, she was actually wearing one of Mel's cast off shirts, now covered in transmission fluid and grease stains. "I 'eared all about th' fight ya' ware in, and," she glanced at the bandage on Mel's arm, "Ya could use somethin' to build up ya' strength again." She mimed a flex with her muscular arms, jokingly. One of the best fighters in Cloud she might be, but Ki-ki teased everyone.


QUIANA is in the corridor outside the kitchens with Mel

[33Kitty]

((I'm going to post as soon as I get this last essay done, I swear! Just letting you know that I'm alive. ))
((And I needed to say this about Blue: Aw! He's asfdsgssaooijgfawkin adorable! I have a character named Blue myself, but he's sort of blah. Same hair/eye color though, despite their -very- different personalities.))

[Hobo!]

{{ Aw, thanks ^^ He isn't on this Roleplay, is he? If so I'll happily change Blue's name or allow him to be called Blueb XD}}

[Noel]

((Artesian: answered by PM ^^
Everyone else: The two groups are, as I ought to add the first post and if I don't slap me via PM to later, both are headed towards a location where apparently a group of adventures have found documents about LF's location. Fight will ensure. xD ))

Mel, Cloud Fighter

Stealing food from the trays was normal to Mel, a habit more common to her then actually going to the kitchens. She wasn't hurt that often fighting, or at least she didn't go to medical wing when she was, and that was the only time she was anywhere near the kitchens. The fighter's deck(or so the right upper deck had been dubbed after the fighters set up their training area there and shooed everyone else who came away, often at the point of a blade) was about the furthest place away, and Mel's room was not far from it. Wake up, practice, practice, and practice was generally her schedule. No room for food there, but she understood that if she didn't eat then she's get quite sick indeed. So she stole food from the trays when passing through the hallways to grab a sword or something.

However, having been told by the medics that if she tried to fit before her arm recovered they would hit her so hard she wouldn't remember how to, most of her day was an odd void to Mel. Lost in thought about how she could both train and avoid a drastic head wound, much to her embarrassment Mel jumped a small bit when she heard Quiana. Great, what sort of fighter was she, daydreaming? Mel stayed silent while Ki-ki spoke, always having difficulty deciphering what she said; the language that most people on the Cloud ship spoke was not her first, being a foreigner, so add an accent onto that and Mel was lost. Her vocabulary consisted of swears and bloody synonyms for most words know to man, but not much else. She blinked before she replied, grateful of the offer of food; with luck it would distract her from worrying the medics more then she already had. "That'd be great. They keep telling me to get somethin' to eat, but fighters can't exactly cook." And she hadn't wanted to be bothered to make something. She couldn't just go to the kitchens, cause most of the people there were under orders to give her nothing but the tasteless mush that apparently helped speed recovery. Normally she would eat it if it meant being back on the battlefield, but it was downright inedible. Hopefully Ki-ki hadn't gotten that news yet.

"Hurt 'abit, better now. Don't try your luck." Mel advised with a light tone, grinning and rolling her eyes when the shorter girl flexed her arms. Normally, if Quiana was a bit older and she wasn't injured, Mel would have immediately challenged the person who teased to her to a 'play' fight with practice swords. Which never ended well, as a great many had been taught. Noting that the girl's shirt was one of her older ones(Mel had little doubt that someone had nicked it from her and it was not one of the ones she had given up, being oddly possessive of her things, but it's not like it would fit her anymore anyways. She made a mental note to herself to track down who it was.) "Remind me to get ya a new shirt at sm'point." Mel's own words were like usual pirate garb with a few missed syllables when she doubted she used the right word. Ah well, for someone who had practically taught herself the language to be able to join on with the pirates, she wasn't bad.

((Will post for Skye when I get back.))