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Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq

Yer sayin' mah accent is weird? Yer da one who's weird, yankee!

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a character in “The Endless Frontier: Voyage of the Procyon”, as played by digs

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怐GENERAL怑



ā—£FULL NAMEā—„
Oatlā€™conqua Mundiā€™boq

ā—£NICKNAMESā—„
Oats or Oats McGee (Nicknames jeest ainā€™t to his likinā€™ fer sher. Oats is the only fine one ā€˜cause thatā€™s what his ma ā€˜n pa called ā€˜im.)

ā—£ALIASESā—„
None. (He donā€™t like any of yer dang Yankee nicknames as it is, canā€™t be addinā€™ them weird ā€˜ally-assesā€™ or whatever yer callinā€™ ā€˜em.)

ā—£SPECIESā—„
Quetza (Frontier race)

ā—£GENDERā—„
Male

ā—£AGEā—„
29 (at least according to his race)





怐PHYSICAL怑



ā—£VISUALā—„
Image
ā—£HEIGHTā—„
6 feet 7 inches, but only if heā€™s standing fully upright. He usually stands hunched over at approximately 5 feet 8 inches.

ā—£WEIGHTā—„
275 pounds

ā—£DESCRIPTIONā—„

Oatsā€™ tough skin took a dark blue hue, as is customary for a Quetza from the swamplands which he hails. He has a long snout that has a few small, but sharp horns protruding from the middle portion tip of the snout, the sides of his mouth, and along his cheeks, though a few of them are chipped from his various adventures back home. Thereā€™s also one singular large horn protruding from the back portion of his head. All across his back and down the backside of his tail are harder protective scales, gray and black in colour and extremely durable. However, his softer underside is an off-white colour, and definitely much more vulnerable. In addition to the hard scales, there are a few flexible spikes, or ā€˜finsā€™ as some may prefer calling them. As for attire, though he used to not wear any clothes, as was normal back home, heā€™s found such things arenā€™t exactly acceptable elsewhere. Because of this, heā€™s usually donned in a hard leather vest, as well as several pieces of leather armour to cover his legs, arms, and portions of his tail for a little extra protection. He has no casual clothes, however.





怐PSYCHOLOGICAL怑



ā—£DESCRIPTIONā—„

Just talking to Oats, you can tell that the Quetza is definitely from a backwater planet. His accent would be best described as deep southern North American if he lived in our world, and his personality matches it very well, and then some. Personality quirks such as an innate distrust of new technology and weird backwater sayings are just a few things that are offshoots of his swamp-farm upbringing.

Oats had always been considered very sneaky, even as a child. In fact, his family might tell you that heā€™s a bit of a cleptomaniac, stealing all kinds of stuff and running off with it just to say he nabbed it. It was more for the rush of grabbing stuff that wasnā€™t his rather than a desire for goods. It along with the ensuing chase once he got caught was extremely fun, at least to him. Now that heā€™s off his home planet, though, heā€™s further developed his sneaking ability to steal all sorts of high tech gadgets to pawn all sorts of stuff off in order to survive. Though he might distrust the new technology, he certainly knows how it operates and how to get around it, minus the whole hacking thing. New-fangled computers and other digital interfaces arenā€™t his speciality, just physical sneakiness.

However, in addition to this, Oats is a fair bit racist, mistrusting any race other than his own, and misogynist, usually having at least a little bit of distain towards women. Because both of these arenā€™t exactly practical to exhibit when he left his home world, heā€™s had to quell a lot of his thoughts regarding these issues, causing him to be relatively quiet for a long time. It did consciously guide his decisions in what jobs to take and such, however. After a while, though, Oats took up to telling people all about his religion from back home, a sort of ā€˜bibleā€™ beater of sorts, if the Quetzaā€™s good book was called a bible of course. To those he dislikes, heā€™ll spout off on how he wants to save them, a trait that unknowingly annoys many of his companions.




怐GEAR怑



ā—£WEAPONRYā—„
ā–¶ ā€˜Huntingā€™ rifle
Long projectile weapon, customized to Oatsā€™ specifications. Shoots traditional bullets at a very high velocity.

ā–¶ Handgun
Short range projectile weapon. Though he dislikes using it, the weapon has become a necessity when combating other bipedal creature with projectile weapons. Not accurate at long ranges, but packs a powerful punch from less than 10 meters away.

ā–¶ Modified ā€˜huntingā€™ knife
One of the only things that Oats has retained and still uses from his home planet. What used to be a bone carved skinning knife has now been modified, now being primarily made of an extremely durable metal alloy. The blade has ridges on either side to catch opponentā€™s melee weapons and several holes to be lightweight and a bit more aerodynamic. It can still be used for skinning if need be, of course.

ā—£ARMOURā—„

Though not a fan of clothes, Oats does wear a few pieces of armour now that he has to be ā€˜civilizedā€™, so to speak. Primarily, he wears a hard leather vest to protect his chest and part of his underbelly. This vest is always coloured appropriatly to match and blend in with the surroundings as far as possible. He also has flexible leather armour for his arms, legs, and a few portions of his tail. The rest of his body is bare, however.

ā—£GADGETSā—„
ā–¶ Trap Kit
Equipment for the rigging of various kinds of traps. Nets, ropes, pits, you name it, this kit can do it. Probably.

ā–¶ Communicator
Basic comm-link, given to him by a previous contractor.




怐QUALIFICATIONS怑



ā—£TALENTSā—„
ā–¶ Ambidextrious ā€“ The character can use both of his hands proficiently.
ā–¶ Quick healer ā€“ The character heals a bit faster relative to even those within his own race
ā–¶ High pain tolerance ā€“ The character has the ability to shrug off painful attacks and stuff focus on the task at hand

ā—£SKILLSā—„

ā–¶ Sharpshoopting ā€“ The character can aim and fire on target and under pressure.
ā–¶ Tracking ā€“ The character can location any kind of prey based on several marks left behind.
ā–¶ Survival ā€“ The character can survive out in the wilds on almost any planet. Some planet conditions are harder than others, however.
ā–¶ Sneaking ā€“ The character has learned to lighten his feet, and can easily avoid detection when moving or hiding from view.
ā–¶ Melee combat ā€“ The character has learned the art of close quarters combat, being especially adept at using his knife.




怐BACKGROUND怑



ā—£HISTORYā—„


Oats grew up on a pretty large swamp farm back on his home planet of Zlatlan. The family was in charge of several aspects of farming, though since the Quetza are primarily carnivorous, this mostly consisted of either hunting or cultivating easy prey, such as several species of fish. Once the family got larger, their farm also was in charge of a few textile trades, but not too much as to strain the farmā€™s other productions.

Oats was the youngest of three brothers, born into his large family relatively early. Because he was the youngest, this meant that he was immediately given the most menial or the most difficult tasks around the farm. Though he was invited out to hunt with his father and his brothers, most of the time, he performed all the hard labour instead, a fact that he truly resented, especially since he gradually became the best shot and the best hunter of his family. Unfortunately for Oats, as much as he hoped for an younger brother, all of the children his parents had from then on were female, meaning he was stuck with the difficult tasks, while the girls got to work on the new textile business. This slowly grew into a deep resentment of women, progressing far after all of his younger sisters were born. Once the Quetza came of age, Oats decided heā€™d had enough of what he deemed the boring farm life and desired to see what the rest of the world was like.

It was at this time that Oats discovered the dry lands, a place that seemed mystical and almost imaginary until he finally saw it in person. Towering buildings stood on a small patch of land, with what he learned was a spaceport hovering above the skyscrapers and other tall edifices. It was then that he resolved to travel not just Zlatlan, but as much of the galaxy as he could. Using the stealth skills heā€™d learned from hunting, he stowed away onto one of the many starships leaving the spaceport and started on his quest to explore.

Over the next several years, Oats learned that in order to survive, not only would he have to use all of his hunting skills to be a hired gunner, but in addition, his racist and misogynist tendencies would have to become latent, as there were very few places with Quetza, and fewer that had no women. He never became fond of either other races or women, but he learned to cope little by little, taking solace in the ā€˜good bookā€™ that he brought with him from home, and telling anyone who would listen about his beliefs. Of course, because he was such a good shot, he had no trouble finding work. It was keeping work that was the problem, for as much as he tried to hide how he was, it would eventually manifest itself, annoying crews enough to kick him out. However, he felt that this job would be longer lasting, if only because he just had a good feeling. Possibly an errant feeling, given the circumstances, however, but only time will tell...








So begins...

Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq's Story

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Character Portrait: Jack Matthew Daniels Character Portrait: FM-T5: Sara Character Portrait: Walter Corbin Character Portrait: Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq Character Portrait: Sasha Kerensky
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With permission to land granted, the Procyon approached the third docking bay of Waystation Apollo. Its captain, one Sasha Kerensky, was in the cockpit, bringing the ship in nice and steady. The crew of the Procyon had been hopping around the frontier regions for a little over a month now, mostly delivering supplies to the smaller stations. This time it was mining equipment; the arid planet Apollo orbited had several mining colonies established by the Alliance.

However, this time there was a little something extra. While the crew had been preparing to set off from the previous station, Sasha had been approached by an elderly Sarissian carrying a small package, who had overheard their plans to travel to Apollo and asked them to deliver the parcel to his son there, who was something of a collector of antiques. Seeing nothing wrong with helping him out, not to mention getting paid in advance for her trouble, the captain accepted the job without hesitation.

Once the ship had passed the hangar forcefield and set down its landing gear, Sasha switched on the shipboard intercom. "Alright, guys, we're finally here," she said. "Hangar crew's gonna be unloading the cargo, so feel free to stretch your legs." Switching off the intercom, she got out of the pilot's seat and went to look around for any members of the crew who might be able to accompany her. Although the lanky woman was capable of going out on her own, she felt it necessary to have someone around to watch her back in case of trouble.

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#, as written by digs
Oats wouldā€™ve liked to have woken up as the ship came in for a landing, but in truth, the quetza couldnā€™t quite fall asleep once the captain brought the ship out of auto-pilot. Sure, when a spacecraft was in auto-pilot, it flew smoothly enough for Oats to feel at ease (and even that took him a fair while to get acclimated to). However, once someone other than a computer took control at the helm, Oats felt every bump, every slight turn, and every bit of how the ship was moving, and that always kept him uncomfortably awake. So, the quetza sat on his bed for a time, waiting for the ship to land on solid ground. Or somewhat solid ground, that is. He never considered something as artificial as a mining colony as ā€˜solid groundā€™ in his mind.

It didnā€™t take long for the captain to speak up on the intercom once the ship stopped moving. Almost reflexively, Oats cringed at the sound. Though he was prepared to get hired by another race once again despite his slightly racist tendencies, the quetza was still a bit agitated that this time, the name Sasha turned out to belong to a woman, something he hoped he would be avoiding in his time off his home world. The idea that she was his current boss still just didnā€™t sit well, even as the thought passed through his mind now. Unfortunately, this was the only job available that he hadnā€™t already been fired from, so for now, he had to grit his teeth and bear it unless he wanted to go back to a life of pilfering and stealing. If he kept his head low and did his best to stop himself from being, well, himself, then maybe, just maybe heā€™d stay on with this group for more than a month. Maybe.

Still, the rest of the crew didnā€™t exactly help him get comfortable either. Thatā€¦robot thing, or whatever it was, she really freaked him out. Her stilted speech patterns and general demeanor bothered him even more than regular women did, and the fact that she was fashioned to look like a woman didnā€™t help. Not to mention, her metallic frameā€¦or whatever kind of material it was, was unsettling, to be sure. Then there was the weirdo with the animal, or animals, depending on what day it was. Sometimes even Oats felt the draw of the creep, too, but his racism and general distaste for anything other than quetza ensured that he wasnā€™t charmed by his allure, or whatever it was that made him how he was. Maybe it was his calm attitude? Oats couldnā€™t be sure, but he kept his guard up at all times around him. And lastly was that medic. To be honest, aside from being human and his weird obsession with some kind of liquid humans called ā€˜alcoholā€™, Oats was alright with the fella. At least, comparatively. He didnā€™t really have anything too horrid to say about the guy. He was a man's man, after all. Or at least, seemed like it on the surface.

It wasnā€™t too long before Oats could feel other folks in the ship moving around, including ā€˜you-know-whoā€™, the person he dreaded approaching most, but had to, because she was his boss. She had said something about wanting protection during their interview, and though Oats couldnā€™t really understand why sheā€™d need it for boring delivery jobs, he had to fulfill his contract as a gunner, which meant following her around to ensure she was out of harmā€™s way, sadly. Slowly, he rose from the bed and stood in front of the mirror in his room, adjusting his vest a few times before he grabbed the sink lightly with both claws and leaned forward.

ā€œYer jist gonna hafta live wit dis crew, and live wit havinā€™ her as yer boss,ā€ he said to himself. ā€œWorkinā€™ wit women and de rest of dese folks ainā€™t yer strong suit, I knows it, but ye can manage jist dis lilā€™ bit, canā€™t ye?ā€

Oats adjusted his vest one more time before he turned away from the mirror. Then, he took a deep breath after his self-pep talk and headed out the door. Some of the other crew members were milling around, but he ignored them for now, since just as he suspected, his timing to catch Sasha walking down the hallway was just right. Lowering his head as to not show her his look of contempt and disgust, Oats spoke to her, keeping it short and sweet as to not reveal his true thoughts.

ā€œSo, yer lookinā€™ fer me to fulfill mah contract now, I reckon. Soā€¦letā€™s git to deliverinā€™ whateā€™er dis here ā€˜specialā€™ package is, den.ā€

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Character Portrait: FM-T5: Sara Character Portrait: Walter Corbin Character Portrait: Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq Character Portrait: Sasha Kerensky
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#, as written by Byte
Was it a joke? The android had difficulty comprehending the initial thought, action or otherwise manner of impulse that may have instilled a laugh from the first officer, prompting her visors to retain their idle stare (not that they could animate any other impression) at Walter for a brief couple of seconds before shifting back at the working class who were in the process of carrying the last of their orders out the Procyon garage. Humor was an alien concept to Sara, after all.

Her colleagues attempt at small-talk, which was a miraculous happening in and of itself, caused the engineer to think if she had missed anything, presumably registering Walter's question as a request for report, however her databanks yielded zero results.

ā€œNegative. The mistress has not informed me of any malfunctions.ā€ She spoke matter of factly, quite clearly referring to their captain. Although to the android Sasha was more akin to her owner as opposed to captain, and appropriately referred to the woman as such.

And after that brief exchange of words, the room once again filled with silence; both Procyon crew members overseeing the end-process of the cargo hold being emptied. Because that was the nature of conversation between FM-T5 and officer Corbin: Short.

ā€œI will take my leave now, master Corbin. Have a nice day.ā€ Having confirmed the unloading status, Sara left the first officer with a similar bow she greeted him with and resumed her navigation throughout the Procyon to locate captain Kerensky, a feat that proved uneventful yet again as the android spotted the woman, and a certain lizardman, not too far from the cargo hold.

ā€œMistress.ā€ She greeted, once again offering a bow. ā€œMister Oats.ā€ Her eyes shot towards the lizard, nodding at the slouching gunner before returning her attention to Sasha. ā€œI take it that you are about to deliver the package. Do you require my assistance?ā€

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Character Portrait: FM-T5: Sara Character Portrait: Walter Corbin Character Portrait: Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq Character Portrait: Sasha Kerensky
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Sasha's first port of call when searching for her crewmates was the cargo bay. Since the ship was currently in the process of unloading, at least one of the guys had to be down there, right? On the way down, she ended up coming across their latest addition to the crew, much to her surprise. Oats didn't seem like the social type, and yet here he was seeking out the captain of his own accord, albeit to get ready for delivering that package. "Yes, let's," she said amiably, nodding at the Quetza. "No time like the present."

Once Sasha reached the cargo bay itself, she found her first officer and engineer chatting with one another, just before the latter decided to approach Sasha and offer to accompany her on the station. "Sure thing, Sara. Looks like I have myself an away team now." Kerensky proceeded to take a few steps towards the access ramp before pausing. "Mr Corbin, you're free to come with us too, if you want." Even though her first officer was her subordinate, Sasha didn't feel particularly certain when it came to giving him an order. It struck her as odd for a man of his calibre to serve under a novice captain. If anything, he seemed more like captain material than her.

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Character Portrait: Jack Matthew Daniels Character Portrait: FM-T5: Sara Character Portrait: Walter Corbin Character Portrait: Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq Character Portrait: Sasha Kerensky
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#, as written by nltniko
A burning building lightened the night. The APC's were trashed and dead men were spread out all over the streets, both allies and enemies. On the top floor of a nearby building the enemy were sending down a rain of bullets against the APC where Jack and his squad had taken cover behind. Their squad leader were yelling out orders like a man possessed and the person Jack was treating was slowly bleeding out. Then suddenly a grenade rolled out in front of them and there was a flash. When Jack opened his eyes again he was lying in his room on the Procyon again. He looked around and decided to get up out of bed. He dressed up and started to bandage his arm, effectively hiding the burn and left the room.

Once he got out he realized the rest of the crew wasn't around so he decided to walk against the cargo bay, as it would be the most likely place for people to be at since the ship had landed. Once he got close he could hear members of the crew aswell as the captain talk amongst themselves. He decided to walk over to them and as he went closer he asked: "I hope I am not too late to join you captain." He looked at the other members of the crew. The Quetza "Oats"...An amazing species he thought to himself. He couldn't help but his appearance. The next man, Walter Corbin, was the second in command. Just by looking at him it was possible to see that he was a man who wouldn't just give up, but rather keep trying. When it came to Sara, Jack was very curious. He had never worked with androids before and it would be exciting to see what it/she were able to do.

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Character Portrait: Jack Matthew Daniels Character Portrait: FM-T5: Sara Character Portrait: Walter Corbin Character Portrait: Oatl'conqua "Oats" Mundi'boq Character Portrait: Sasha Kerensky
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#, as written by Tanman
It wasnā€™t too much longer after his ā€˜conversationā€™ with Sara that the captain and rest of the crew arrived from their quarters, Walter just giving a bit of a simple nod to the rest of the crew. Heā€™d long abandoned the need to salute his superior officer, due to making both him and her uncomfortable. Surveying over the last of the supplies, it seemed all the packages were now taken, the Captain taking a moment to offer him the chance to accompany them in delivering the extra parcel sheā€™d taken on. Seeing no harm in it ā€“ after all, theyā€™d be able to lock up the ship with the loading done ā€“ he gave a brief acknowledgement and agreed.

Securing the ship and collecting up the last parcel for delivery, Walter was silently happy for the chance to stretch his legs and have a bit of a look around. It wasnā€™t going to be too long, as they were just delivering a small package. Still, it was something, so heā€™d take what chances he could get. Holy gave a small squawk in content agreement.