Post by C&J on Jul 16, 2006 7:45:57 GMT -5
Your Name: Heva
Your Age: 24
How frequently can you post: Er, hopefully more often than I have been, lol
How did you find this board: made it
Contact Info: READCOMPLY on AIM.
Character Name: Kona Cabers
Age: 20
Sex: M
Physical Description: Kona has scruffly coffee-colored hair and a frequently confused expression on his face. Not quite short, not quite tall, but in reasonably good shape. Possibly his best feature is his bewildered smile. He wears a mismatched outfit of jeans, a bright pink t-shirt, and someone else's spare military jacket.
Skills and Strengths: Kona has a knack for hitting things with sticks or bats or golf clubs or any object that could be generally wielded like a sword. He has a strong sense of virtue and bravery.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Everyone seems to think Kona is completely mad. He also has no idea where he is or how to work any of the technology around him. Everything fascinates him, including the doors on the elevator and the light bulb in the bathroom.
History: The folks on board the last supply skiff to come to Stavromula arrived with a strange story. It seems they had unknowingly navigated the ship right into a magnetic storm when their night-shift pilot fell asleep at the helm. He awoke to the sound of alarms and the ship screaming just in time to save all of their lives, but the energy of the storm had blown their main generator away while their mechanic was checking it over. A junior medic on board administered first aid to the mechanic, who eventually regained consciousness... as a completely different person! Since his accident, Kona insists that he is a warrior in the service of the god Heimdall, Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge, a defender of the weak and oppressed and a champion of goodness. He prays every morning, practices swordplay with whatever he can find that vaguely resembles a sword, relates nearly everything to the middle ages, and refuses to lie, cheat or steal. Not having the first clue how to deal with him anymore, his shipmates gleefully shuffled him off onto the infirmary and left!
Sample Post:
"It's astounding!" Kona says, holding the headphones to his ears and listening to the music while the nurse takes a small sample of blood. "Such a perfect preservation of bardic skill!"
"Yeah, that's what a Z-Pod does, it plays music," The nurse sighs, gratefull that at last her stubborn patient is sitting still and behaving.
"I beg your pardon, Milady?" Kona says, pulling the headphones off.
"Nevermind! Just hold still until the doctor gets here," The nurse says, exasperated. "Maybe he can get your brains unscrambled..."
Your Age: 24
How frequently can you post: Er, hopefully more often than I have been, lol
How did you find this board: made it
Contact Info: READCOMPLY on AIM.
Character Name: Kona Cabers
Age: 20
Sex: M
Physical Description: Kona has scruffly coffee-colored hair and a frequently confused expression on his face. Not quite short, not quite tall, but in reasonably good shape. Possibly his best feature is his bewildered smile. He wears a mismatched outfit of jeans, a bright pink t-shirt, and someone else's spare military jacket.
Skills and Strengths: Kona has a knack for hitting things with sticks or bats or golf clubs or any object that could be generally wielded like a sword. He has a strong sense of virtue and bravery.
Flaws and Weaknesses: Everyone seems to think Kona is completely mad. He also has no idea where he is or how to work any of the technology around him. Everything fascinates him, including the doors on the elevator and the light bulb in the bathroom.
History: The folks on board the last supply skiff to come to Stavromula arrived with a strange story. It seems they had unknowingly navigated the ship right into a magnetic storm when their night-shift pilot fell asleep at the helm. He awoke to the sound of alarms and the ship screaming just in time to save all of their lives, but the energy of the storm had blown their main generator away while their mechanic was checking it over. A junior medic on board administered first aid to the mechanic, who eventually regained consciousness... as a completely different person! Since his accident, Kona insists that he is a warrior in the service of the god Heimdall, Guardian of the Bifrost Bridge, a defender of the weak and oppressed and a champion of goodness. He prays every morning, practices swordplay with whatever he can find that vaguely resembles a sword, relates nearly everything to the middle ages, and refuses to lie, cheat or steal. Not having the first clue how to deal with him anymore, his shipmates gleefully shuffled him off onto the infirmary and left!
Sample Post:
"It's astounding!" Kona says, holding the headphones to his ears and listening to the music while the nurse takes a small sample of blood. "Such a perfect preservation of bardic skill!"
"Yeah, that's what a Z-Pod does, it plays music," The nurse sighs, gratefull that at last her stubborn patient is sitting still and behaving.
"I beg your pardon, Milady?" Kona says, pulling the headphones off.
"Nevermind! Just hold still until the doctor gets here," The nurse says, exasperated. "Maybe he can get your brains unscrambled..."