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Oatlāconqua Mundiāboq
ā£NICKNAMESā„
Oats or Oats McGee (Nicknames jeest aināt to his likinā fer sher. Oats is the only fine one ācause thatās what his ma ān pa called āim.)
ā£ALIASESā„
None. (He donāt like any of yer dang Yankee nicknames as it is, canāt be addinā them weird āally-assesā or whatever yer callinā āem.)
ā£SPECIESā„
Quetza (Frontier race)
ā£GENDERā„
Male
ā£AGEā„
29 (at least according to his race)
6 feet 7 inches, but only if heās 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. Thereās 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 āfinsā as some may prefer calling them. As for attire, though he used to not wear any clothes, as was normal back home, heās found such things arenāt exactly acceptable elsewhere. Because of this, heās 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.
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 heās 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 wasnāt 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 heās off his home planet, though, heās 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 arenāt 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 arenāt exactly practical to exhibit when he left his home world, heās 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 ābibleā beater of sorts, if the Quetzaās good book was called a bible of course. To those he dislikes, heāll spout off on how he wants to save them, a trait that unknowingly annoys many of his companions.
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 āhuntingā 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 opponentās 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.
Though not a fan of clothes, Oats does wear a few pieces of armour now that he has to be ācivilizedā, 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.
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.
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¶ 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.
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 farmās 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 heād 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 heād 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 āgood 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...
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