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located in Everything Under the Sky, a part of A Child's Sky, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Miles Cruz
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Miles Cruz stood near the side of the SkyChild's huge passenger and cargo areas, looking out from the bay as people exited and unloaded cargo with large baskets and lifts connected to pulley systems and ropes off the side of the titanic airship. Miles sighed. He might as. Well... "Enjoy" his time off the airship, or, as the other crew members liked to say to tease him, he would endure it.

Forgoing the baskets and large lifts, he backed up, checked to see if his backpack and and belongings were secure and in place, and ran towards the large opening. Nearly one hundred feet of empty air opened up beneath him, but he ignored it and kept his eyes on his goal; a large, metal cable used to secure the airship to the dock. In another situation, these wouldn't be needed, but there was some festival or other going on, and many more airships had been docked here. As a result, the SkyChild had been forced to stay aloft some distance. As it was, however, the cable was not one of hundreds that bound the SkyChild to the ground. A second later, as the cable was within reach of his outstretched hand, he extended a large, two-pronged hook from a contraption on his hand, used to hang onto wires on the outside of the airship. It also had a large knife, a reel of thin but strong cable used to swing and secure oneself to the outside of the airship when doing maintenance in flight, since it was retractable as well, and some other bits and bobs used to perform said maintenance. All were controlled by a small dial on the back of the contraption and a lever used by clenching and unclenching the hand upon which the glove-like tool sat on.

The hook screeched as Miles' weight began to drag him to the ground. Though he was being slowed by the makeshift zip-line, the rate at which he was accelerating would still be bad. He unclenched his hand, letting to of the contraption's lever. The hook snapped into its place between the knuckles of his forefinger/middle finger/ring finger. Or, it would have. As it was, he was raised the few inches it took, and the hook and the metal pieces that protected the first segment of his fingers gripped the cable. Fifty feet left. Fourty. Still too fast. Thirty. Slowing... Twenty five... Twenty. He gripped the lever again, and he dropped a few inches. Going faster. Fifteen. Ten. He reached up and grabbed the cable with his free hand, quickly lifting the hook from the cable. Then he let go with his other hand. He dropped the last seven feet or so, rolling on the concrete ground of the airship docks.

Miles ended up on his feet and brushed himself off. The ground. The feeling was so... Unwelcoming. It pushed back, as if it didn't want him to be there. He sighed, barely sparing glance at the people who seemed somewhat impressed by his little stunt, and ran over to where some of the crew members stood waving and laughing.