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JOOSTER. IN. SPAAAAAAAAACE.
I'm pretty sure I mentioned this in a comment on another post.
So, first a little background:
For the past few years, I've been going to this live-action roleplay camp called The Wayfinder Experience. While there, we dress in costumes and grab some foam swords and play Adventure Games that have world background and all kinds of characters. At the end of every year, people are invited to submit their own adventure games to be played at an event in the coming year. Last year, one of mine was picked for Advanced Camp (5 games in 12 days): a mythology game called The Five Moons of Japan. This year, another one of my games, called Space Opera, was picked to be played at another camp. It's about an intrepid space military unit who defies orders to rescue a magical race of Bards from destruction at the hands of evil space demons called the Soundless.
Since I was going through my Britspasm while writing the character sheets, naturally I HAD to have Bertie and Jeeves stand-ins.
Long story short: "Bertie" loses everything in a massacre and joins the mob, is accused of assassinating the President of Mars, and is turned into a soulless space demon. "Jeeves" stays with him the whole time, until he joins the mob and "Jeeves" becomes so ashamed of how far his beloved (yes, they DO have an established bromance) master has fallen that he joins the military in angst.
Here are their actually character sheets:
Wilbert Chaser
You are a Soundless man and a Low. You are also the only member of the Soundless who was convicted of a crime you didn’t commit. Granted, you weren’t completely innocent either, but you don’t feel like you had much choice. Your real name is Wilbert Chaser and you hail from the Edwardian Settlement on Ganymede, a region populated by upper-middle-crust Europeans. Just 5 years ago, you were living comfortably as a happy bachelor with little a care in the world, leaving everyday household affairs to your loyal manservant, Sean Reeves. He was wholly devoted to you and stuck with you through the roughest social tumbles, rescuing you from all manner of sticky situations. You were pretty much inseparable, a power team, a dynamic duo. But then things, as they tend to do when life seems to be going so well, went horribly wrong.
It started with a massacre at your family estate during the Io Uprising. As if the crippling grief wasn’t enough, you were denied inheritance of the fortune (your parents’ Will had stated that all the money would go to charity upon their deaths, even in the event that other family members were still alive). With no source of income now, you tried to find work. This was virtually impossible, as you have few marketable skills to speak of and no one was really willing to hire a “useless idle-rich.” After a while, you were barely a shade of your former self. You rarely spent the night in the same place twice, sometimes you would go for several days without a substantial meal, and life had all but abandoned you. Except for Reeves. He was always there. He never left your side, even after you couldn’t afford to keep him in your personal employment anymore. Unfortunately, your friendship couldn’t put food on the table. You were desperate. Finally, you sank to one of the lowest levels either of you thought possible: Mob work.
Pretty much anything went: drug trafficking, weapon trafficking, at least one killing of a slum lord’s right-hand man, and some other deeds that are best left unspoken of. That was when Reeves left you. You don’t know if it was because he had ultimately grown ashamed of you or if he just couldn’t bear to see you like this, but one day you woke up to find a letter from him offering his apologies and belief that this should be where you parted ways. Devastation struck you again. Reeves? Gone? Just like that? Just when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, the assassination attempt came: The Mob that recruited you wanted your help in killing the President of Mars. It was a horrifying success and you didn’t even have to pull a trigger. But, at some point, you did handle the gun that eventually killed the President. Several others did, including of course the actual assassin…but you were the only one who got caught. Apparently, the escapees decided that one was enough and somehow rigged the court lie detectors so that you would take the blame for everything. You were subjected to the Final Frontier sentence, a broken shell of a man, and now a Soundless. You really don’t have anything against the Bards, but damn do you have something against humanity. And Reeves. That traitor. He was your best friend and you loved him. Should you two ever cross paths again…
Sean Reeves (should I change his first name to Brixton? Random thought)
You are a member of InterStellar Unit 7 and a gunman. After spending a humble childhood and young-adulthood on the Farmscape Settlement of Mars, you decided to try mingling with higher society. You didn’t want to be rich or anything, you just wanted to work somewhere more cultured. Where else but the Edwardian Settlement? It was basically the classier UK on Ganymede. Great people-skills lent themselves well to the field of domestic staffing and, within a couple weeks of your arrival, you were employed as the personal manservant of a young affable rich chap named Wilbert Chaser. Being a couple of twenty-somethings living in one of the most social regions on the planet, you two went through all kinds of crazy hi-jinks together. Actually, it was mostly him getting in trouble and you getting him out of it, but it was all in good fun and no one was worse for the wear in the end. You were undyingly loyal to Chaser and he to you. You were more than just employer and employee, you were best friends. Inseparable. A power team. A dynamic duo. Unfortunately, some things are fated not to last.
It started with the massacre at Chaser’s family estate during the Io Uprising. He was denied inheritance of the fortune (his parents’ will had stated that all the money would go to charity upon their deaths, even in the event that other family members were still alive). With no source of income now, he tried to find work. This was virtually impossible, as he had few marketable skills to speak of and no one was really willing to hire a “useless idle-rich.” After a while, you were living mere shadow of your former lives. The two of you rarely spent the night in the same place twice, sometimes you would go for several days without a substantial meal, and it seemed that life had all but abandoned him. Except for you. You refused to leave his side, even after he couldn’t afford to keep you in his personal employ anymore. You could have easily found other work, but Chaser needed you with him. Unfortunately, the fact remained that your friendship couldn’t put food on the table. Chaser was desperate. Finally, he sank to one of the lowest levels either of you thought possible: Mob work.
Pretty much anything went: drug trafficking, weapon trafficking, at least one killing of a slum lord’s right-hand man, and some other deeds that are best left unspoken of. This was too much. Chaser was not the man you knew and loved anymore and you couldn’t bear to see him like this. In a heart-crushing decision, you finally left him. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say goodbye to his face, you just left a note of apology. In another almost uncharacteristic move, you joined the InterStellar Military. You figured that it would make you emotionally numb and take away the pain of leaving Chaser. Just when it had started to, he was convicted of assassinating the President of Mars and was subjected to the Final Frontier sentence. That was it, then. He was gone and there was no chance of you ever seeing him again. This compelled you to work even harder in the military and, 2 years ago, you were recruited to ISU 7, one of the most renowned Units in the ISM. Once again, you have established a reputation for unwavering loyalty; not for one person, but to your Unit and your duty. ISU 42’s insane mission must be stopped.
The game will be played Tuesday night. Wish me luck! I shall report on the boy's fates!
So, first a little background:
For the past few years, I've been going to this live-action roleplay camp called The Wayfinder Experience. While there, we dress in costumes and grab some foam swords and play Adventure Games that have world background and all kinds of characters. At the end of every year, people are invited to submit their own adventure games to be played at an event in the coming year. Last year, one of mine was picked for Advanced Camp (5 games in 12 days): a mythology game called The Five Moons of Japan. This year, another one of my games, called Space Opera, was picked to be played at another camp. It's about an intrepid space military unit who defies orders to rescue a magical race of Bards from destruction at the hands of evil space demons called the Soundless.
Since I was going through my Britspasm while writing the character sheets, naturally I HAD to have Bertie and Jeeves stand-ins.
Long story short: "Bertie" loses everything in a massacre and joins the mob, is accused of assassinating the President of Mars, and is turned into a soulless space demon. "Jeeves" stays with him the whole time, until he joins the mob and "Jeeves" becomes so ashamed of how far his beloved (yes, they DO have an established bromance) master has fallen that he joins the military in angst.
Here are their actually character sheets:
Wilbert Chaser
You are a Soundless man and a Low. You are also the only member of the Soundless who was convicted of a crime you didn’t commit. Granted, you weren’t completely innocent either, but you don’t feel like you had much choice. Your real name is Wilbert Chaser and you hail from the Edwardian Settlement on Ganymede, a region populated by upper-middle-crust Europeans. Just 5 years ago, you were living comfortably as a happy bachelor with little a care in the world, leaving everyday household affairs to your loyal manservant, Sean Reeves. He was wholly devoted to you and stuck with you through the roughest social tumbles, rescuing you from all manner of sticky situations. You were pretty much inseparable, a power team, a dynamic duo. But then things, as they tend to do when life seems to be going so well, went horribly wrong.
It started with a massacre at your family estate during the Io Uprising. As if the crippling grief wasn’t enough, you were denied inheritance of the fortune (your parents’ Will had stated that all the money would go to charity upon their deaths, even in the event that other family members were still alive). With no source of income now, you tried to find work. This was virtually impossible, as you have few marketable skills to speak of and no one was really willing to hire a “useless idle-rich.” After a while, you were barely a shade of your former self. You rarely spent the night in the same place twice, sometimes you would go for several days without a substantial meal, and life had all but abandoned you. Except for Reeves. He was always there. He never left your side, even after you couldn’t afford to keep him in your personal employment anymore. Unfortunately, your friendship couldn’t put food on the table. You were desperate. Finally, you sank to one of the lowest levels either of you thought possible: Mob work.
Pretty much anything went: drug trafficking, weapon trafficking, at least one killing of a slum lord’s right-hand man, and some other deeds that are best left unspoken of. That was when Reeves left you. You don’t know if it was because he had ultimately grown ashamed of you or if he just couldn’t bear to see you like this, but one day you woke up to find a letter from him offering his apologies and belief that this should be where you parted ways. Devastation struck you again. Reeves? Gone? Just like that? Just when it seemed things couldn’t get any worse, the assassination attempt came: The Mob that recruited you wanted your help in killing the President of Mars. It was a horrifying success and you didn’t even have to pull a trigger. But, at some point, you did handle the gun that eventually killed the President. Several others did, including of course the actual assassin…but you were the only one who got caught. Apparently, the escapees decided that one was enough and somehow rigged the court lie detectors so that you would take the blame for everything. You were subjected to the Final Frontier sentence, a broken shell of a man, and now a Soundless. You really don’t have anything against the Bards, but damn do you have something against humanity. And Reeves. That traitor. He was your best friend and you loved him. Should you two ever cross paths again…
Sean Reeves (should I change his first name to Brixton? Random thought)
You are a member of InterStellar Unit 7 and a gunman. After spending a humble childhood and young-adulthood on the Farmscape Settlement of Mars, you decided to try mingling with higher society. You didn’t want to be rich or anything, you just wanted to work somewhere more cultured. Where else but the Edwardian Settlement? It was basically the classier UK on Ganymede. Great people-skills lent themselves well to the field of domestic staffing and, within a couple weeks of your arrival, you were employed as the personal manservant of a young affable rich chap named Wilbert Chaser. Being a couple of twenty-somethings living in one of the most social regions on the planet, you two went through all kinds of crazy hi-jinks together. Actually, it was mostly him getting in trouble and you getting him out of it, but it was all in good fun and no one was worse for the wear in the end. You were undyingly loyal to Chaser and he to you. You were more than just employer and employee, you were best friends. Inseparable. A power team. A dynamic duo. Unfortunately, some things are fated not to last.
It started with the massacre at Chaser’s family estate during the Io Uprising. He was denied inheritance of the fortune (his parents’ will had stated that all the money would go to charity upon their deaths, even in the event that other family members were still alive). With no source of income now, he tried to find work. This was virtually impossible, as he had few marketable skills to speak of and no one was really willing to hire a “useless idle-rich.” After a while, you were living mere shadow of your former lives. The two of you rarely spent the night in the same place twice, sometimes you would go for several days without a substantial meal, and it seemed that life had all but abandoned him. Except for you. You refused to leave his side, even after he couldn’t afford to keep you in his personal employ anymore. You could have easily found other work, but Chaser needed you with him. Unfortunately, the fact remained that your friendship couldn’t put food on the table. Chaser was desperate. Finally, he sank to one of the lowest levels either of you thought possible: Mob work.
Pretty much anything went: drug trafficking, weapon trafficking, at least one killing of a slum lord’s right-hand man, and some other deeds that are best left unspoken of. This was too much. Chaser was not the man you knew and loved anymore and you couldn’t bear to see him like this. In a heart-crushing decision, you finally left him. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say goodbye to his face, you just left a note of apology. In another almost uncharacteristic move, you joined the InterStellar Military. You figured that it would make you emotionally numb and take away the pain of leaving Chaser. Just when it had started to, he was convicted of assassinating the President of Mars and was subjected to the Final Frontier sentence. That was it, then. He was gone and there was no chance of you ever seeing him again. This compelled you to work even harder in the military and, 2 years ago, you were recruited to ISU 7, one of the most renowned Units in the ISM. Once again, you have established a reputation for unwavering loyalty; not for one person, but to your Unit and your duty. ISU 42’s insane mission must be stopped.
The game will be played Tuesday night. Wish me luck! I shall report on the boy's fates!
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There was also some Star Wars inspiration, and one of Gurren Lagann's most epic songs (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY06IgyN_RM)
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Ooh, Star Wars, yes! Interesting song.
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:] This should be interesting.
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I leave for camp tomorrow! Wish me luck!
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