Elliot Artificer
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(Jeff’s an interstellar sub-bread of human, I purposefully left some information out of his character description.)
Jeff wipes the document off of his face, he looks at it inquisitively.
“First of all, you are aware that your in a hotel right, this outpost registry has no relevance here.”
He crumples the paper and drops it too the floor.
“I don’t know how up-to-date your software is, but this town has been abandoned for half a decade. There’s no one here but me to give high-hog about such documentation.”“And so far, all you’ve made me is very upset.”
“You either pay for the damages… or you GET OUT OF MY STATION!”
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The now headless robot twitches for a second and then collapses to the floor into a pile of scrap metal.
A high pitched alarm sounds as a flashing wall light activates.Apollo hears a door crash open from behind him.
Looking, he see’s a human, matching him in height, with muscles tense as he holds the door that has now been embedded into the wall from impact. In his other hand, their seems to be a large firearm with four barrels at the business end.
With a furious look, the human stares at Apollo.“I don’t have… many rules.”
“But, if you recall, one of those few rules is,”
‘Don’t. Break. My. Stuff.’ -
*click click click click clack vrrrm
‘Documentation out of date, please reference main station for renewal.’ -
Harley while walking by a near tree, hears rustling from its branches. From the leaves jumps down Elliot, he’s stands up calmly and say’s “Hello Harley”
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*click click clack vrrrm
‘Please provide an acceptable digital credit key or key code.’The auto say’s, in response to Apollos request.
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It was a new day, but Elliot didn’t wake up to a new day, he watched the new day come into being, like the birth of a silent Phoenix. He had been focused on what was laying in the field all night long, with its un-closing eyes and its impossible grin, laying their like it didn’t belong within this cycle of existence. He didn’t know whether it was dead or merely playing dead, and he didn’t want to get close enough to find out. More than anything, he dared not to look away. He decides to grab his binoculars…
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Elliot sits on a lawn chair at the porch of his farm house, the afternoon sun casting an eerie light across the rural outskirts. He waits patiently, a mug of black pick-me-up in his hand. His eyes are planted firmly on the forest in the distance, he’s waiting for a sign of some kind of movement. His package (reference #54644 comment section) sits to his right, its a large tool for serious work.
He’s dealt with these things before, he knows what is needed for this job and the proper actions that should be taken. He also knows that given what he is dealing with, he has every right to be absolutely terrified, and he is absolutely terrified.
The only thing he wishes to know is why these things are in Cornell? Why are these creatures of shear, absolute, primal horror on this secluded little haven?
He’s made sure to warn the police that somethings lurking in the woods (reference #54654 comment section), but he knows that they’ll never believe the full truth,
unless he has proof.
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He’s left a raw deer carcass in the field, its getting darker.
He has his tool at the ready, loaded, and pointed towards the abyss.
It takes all his strength not to scream. -
You see something flicker out of the corner of your eye, it was by the entrance to the tent.
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Elliot was sitting on the side of the dock, fishing rod in hand. Looking onward he saw the incoming ship and felt a slight curiosity towards its contents. He was enjoying the cool ocean air and was thinking light lucid thoughts.
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Do we have to start out on the boat?
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This is my personal character.
Person: Elliot Artificer
Profession: Farmer
Living Area: Rural Outskirts
Backstory: Previously a vagabond, he was able to miraculously turn his life around to become a humble farmer in the lovely yet strange town of Cornell. He’s been growing and selling produce for half a decade now and has a good grasp of agriculture and husbandry, he also still holds onto some of skills and quirks he had when he was a penny-less traveler. He enjoys philosophical conversation, contemporary art, and donuts+coffee.
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A auto-clerk hearing Apollo suddenly stirs to life.
*click click clack vrrrm
‘Greetings visitor.’
It says. -
On second thought, that’s not needed.
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{{Apology’s for not making this more apparent, it is preferred that characters start at the bus station.}}
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*click click clack vrrrm
‘Credit key acceptable.’It swipes your card into a register machine, does a short bit of typing, and hands your card back to you.
It then opens a small cabinet beneath the desk and brings up a new card, it hand it to you as well.
The card says #000.