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Pepper Wattz

You're funny..I'll kill you last.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by xXPepperWattzXx

Description

Description:


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Very short for her age, but still has mature features. Her body curves like an hourglass under her loose clothing. She usually has grime and oil smudged everywhere from her face to her pants, and her black boots are always covered in mud. Most of the time she wears a dirty white muscle shirt and short cargo shorts with her black combat boots loosely on. But when she's in places that require more 'formal' attire, she wears long skin tight dresses, accentuating her assets. Her bright red hair grows down to just below her shoulders in a choppy style, though she usually keeps it in a limp side ponytail. Her short bangs always hide bright blue eyes. Her fingers grow out like claws and a long red and white striped tail grows out from her back, stretching a foot behind her when held up. Her canine teeth also grow rather sharp, and has significantly more then a human. Short, a pair of short, pointy ears grow from the sides of her head as well. Her eyes are big and her nose is long and slender leading to her full lips.




Equipment:


  • A few wrenches and screwdrivers.
  • A small bag tied to her belt filled with screws, nails, and bolts.
  • A laser pistol she carries on her right hip.




History:


Pepper was born in wing city to her mother and father, two poor business owners that ran a repair shop. Her mother died in child birth and her father latter took his own life, overwhelmed with grief from his wife's death. Pepper was left along and sent to am orphanage in Eastern Wing City. She ran away when she turned 17 after being continuously teased for her tail and ears by her peers. She later took a job in a mechanics shop, having the knack of fixing machinery just like her father before her. As she aged, she grew knowledgeable in street smarts and fixing anything mechanical.

Now at the age of 19, Pepper decides she needs to get out of the city and off this planet, to discover new places and people. So she quit her job, packed her things, and got ready to set off on her life adventure.
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So begins...

Pepper Wattz's Story

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Character Portrait: Robin Nieves Character Portrait: Varyn Inkson Character Portrait: Saxon, the Inkson Dog Character Portrait: Pepper Wattz
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Pepper walked down the street, her hood pulled down tight over her head. She avoided the taunting glances of others as her tail swayed back and forth. She wasn't sure where to start, but she needed a way off this planet. looking around, she huffed out a puff of air and stopped dead in her tracks.
"What am I doing.." She sighed and went to sit on the steps of a small house, wresting her head on a hand she propped on her knee, leaving the other leg sprawled out in front of her. Breathing in, she caught the whiff of a dog and something else. Something new.

Her tail twitched as she looked around, attempting to pin point the smell when she realized it was coming from the house she was sitting in front of. She stood abruptly and turned on her heels, curiosity tingling inside her chest. "What is that..?" She asked herself. She stretched her hand in front of her slowly, reaching for the doorknob.

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The large black dog waited for Varyn. It sat, it sniffed at things around the house and even did a full circle before coming back to sit on the comfortable doormat behind the door, and when it heard the doorknob turning. Saxon flicked his ears up and satup, his nose wrinkled at the newcomer in her hoody. She smelled just as much as he did.

Saxon shook his head, almost like a denial of entry. "Woof."

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She curled her lip up over teeth as she prepared to hiss in protest then stopped herself. Clearing her throat, she looked through the crack of the door at the big black dog and winked at it, reaching for some jerky in her backpack.

She pursed her lips together making kissing noises at the dog as she gingerly guided a large piece through the small opening, "Come here puppy, take the nice tasty piece of meat." She nodded encouragingly. She sighed, biting her lip nervously. "I won't bite...unless you snap first.." She whispered. Her ears folded back and her tail twitched nervously behind her as she awaited the dogs response, then flickered back up when she heard a scream and crash from somewhere in the house. "What the..."

The setting changes from Sol Avenue to Eat Out - Tierge's Resturant

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Character Portrait: Drakus Flavaar Character Portrait: Pepper Wattz
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Pepper made her way through the crowd of people to the front desk. "I need a table, please." She demanded the host, an older gentleman in a tuxedo. He grimaced when he saw how she was dressed:
A white muscle shirt and cargo pants, both stained with oil. She also wore a pair of tan combat boots that where warn and also splattered with various black and brown marks. Her red hair was carelessly tied up into a bun with chopsticks sticking out. Smudges of dirt and oil scattered her smiling face. He took all this in before even realizing she had ears and a tail.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm afraid we are all full." Pepper looked around too see at least 5 tables empty.
"Oh c'mon, dude! I could sit right there!" She pointed at a table in the far corner, shadowed from the rest of the people. The old man shook his head. "I doubt you could afford us anyway. Perhaps one of the establishments down the road would be a better choice." Pepper hissed, appalled at the man's comment. Her ears went back and her tail twitched in agitation.
"Excuse me?!" She yelled, digging her claws into the wooden desk the host stood behind.

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Amusement creased Drakus' features as he spied the altercation at the counter. He couldn't help but feel partly responsible, what with having spare seats at his own table, and certainly he was not one to leave something like this unanswered. He rose from his seat, tugging his cloak around his right to hide the blades on his breast, as he approached the counter. "Ah," he sighed apologetically, "Forgive this misunderstanding. She's my guest. I just happened to arrive before her, for once."

There was good humour in his voice, and the lies flowed smoothly. He offered out a hand towards Pepper with a slight bow of his head, not remotely concerned by any dirt or oil that might be on her despite his own neat and cleanliness. "Please, our table is up the back," he added with a gesture of his free hand for the other side of the room.

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She looked at the stranger and looked him up and down. Who was this guy, and why was he so polite? Nobody was ever this polite to her. "I uh..ya! What he said!" Pepper smiled triumphantly as she removed her claws from the desk, leaving large scratch marks in the wood. She strode past him towards the table, ignoring his held out hand. She took a seat at in the chair across from his and made herself comfortable. She waved a waiter over and ordered a tall glass of milk and a wet towel. Pulling out her pocket knife, she began to scrape the grime from underneath her claws. "So why so nice to a stranger, especially one such as myself?" She asked the man. "By the way, the names Pepper. Pepper Wattz." She grinned, showing her sharp canines.

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The main door to the restaurant seemed to be thrown open, slamming into the wall and nearly coming off it's hinges.

The Older gentleman looked at the large, rather gruff mercenary in full gear, his white armor glinting in the light. As he stepped in, two more came in behind him, followed by yet another large man in white armor.

"One table, somewhere fancy." The lead man gruffed, three stripes on his armor denoting rank. The Host seemed taken back, but promptly shook his head.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're--"

The Host promptly found the barrel of a Plasma rifle shoved into his face, sweat beading on his brow.

"Make room." The Mercenary demanded.

"R... Right this way." The Host said, swallowing hard as he backed away from the rifle.

"Five hundred cubits says keep your mouth shut, Terran." The Mercenary said, before he stuffed a wad of bills into the man's tuxedo, The group of men would be led to a table right besides Drakus and Pepper, while the Mercenaries sat down, one of them bellowed.

"Hey! What's an Aschen got to do to get a frakking drink in this gods forsaken place!"

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Drakus manners didn't faulter for a moment, moving to pull out a chair for her as a gentleman would. He then proceeded to his own seat. "Drakus Flavaar," he answered smoothly, eyes taking notice of the arriving soldiers before drifting back to Pepper. "Assumptions," he added with a shrug, "You look like you work on machinery, something I can respect. Hard labour is something you should always respect. Especially that of soldiers." He nodded gently towards the table over from them where the men had gathered.

While his words were true, he was trying to indicate caution to someone he felt might not have it. Anyone who pulled a knife out in a restaurant obviously had no respect for proper etiquette, and may be lacking in the social graces he so obviously had.

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Pepper nodded at Drakus "Thanks, man! I don't get that very much, especially in this city." She looked over to the obnoxious mercenaries and grinned, looking back to Drakus. The waiter came back with her milk and wet towel that she used to wipe off her face and hands. Sipping at her milk, she continued to stare at Drakus, attempting to asses him correctly. She grinned wider and leaned forward. "So how many men have you killed with those?" She nodded towards the knives peaking through his coat.

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The Mercenaries continued to carry on, while the Wait staff brought them their drinks. The Sergeant watched Drakus and Pepper, leaning forwards and surveying them even while they conversed and ate.

"Does that bitch have a Tail?" He said, nudging one of his fellow soldeirs, who craned their necks to try and catch a peek.

"We don't see people like that back home on Langara, Empire throws them in camps, hey we should take that bitch back with us for some fun!" The other one suggested, and the Sergeant shook his head. "Nah, I can't have the Senior Captain assign me any more demerits.. Besides, that guy looks like he can handle himself in a fight."

The other merc scoffed. "Terrans, they're all weak.."

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As the query of murder, Drakus was quick to tug his cloak across his chest to conceal the blade tips. "None," he said firmly, smile wavering for the first time, trying to ignore the word of the men nearby. The last thing he needed was an encounter with the Aschen military, and he liked to think himself mature enough to avoid such conflict. "I have killed two men outside of war in my time, and I hold both their deaths as a great necessity.But that was a long time ago."

He swallowed slowly as he sought to drive the conversation elsewhere. "What brings one such as yourself to a restaurant such as this? It hardly seems the place you would be comfortable."

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Her ears twitched at the soldier's words and she spun around, knocking over her chair. She held her knife to one of their throats and hissed. "You want some fun, big boy?" She taunted, ignoring Drakus. She flipped over, landing feet first on their table. Pepper watched all the soldiers closely, her tail twitching back and forth. "Let's play, you ugly bastards." She grinned, lunging at the smallest one in an attempt to knock him and his chair down.

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It all happened in what seemed to be a split second. The strange woman had whirled around, holding first a knife to the closest Mercenary's throat, and then lunging for a second.

The Sergeant quickly rolled to the side, with enhanced reflexes and specialized training, he was able to dodge her lunge and place himself just adjacent to her position. In one swift movement his weapon was drawn, armed, and aimed as he backpedaled several paces to the rear. "Drop the knife!" He ordered.

The others quickly grabbed for their weapons, DR-43 Plasma rifles, a staple issue in Tech Con's PMC. The Men all moved in a broad circle, with their weapons drawn. The Sergeant sneered.

"You want to go, bitch?" He said, sliding his finger onto the trigger. "Give me one reason to frakkin' end you."

The entire restaurant had gone dead silent.

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Silent... Except for the movements of Drakus. Knowing better than to leap into action to save her, he had chosen to keep quietly to himself and sip from his beverage of choice; rum and coke. It wasn't a matter of indifference or uncaring, it was a matter that he simply did not want to get involved. He was one man armed with only a small pool of armour and magic, and none of which could protect him from gunfire of any sort, especially at this range.

He exhaled after gulping down some alcohol and rocked his head back slightly to stare upwards, wondering what his next reckless move would be. Because better judgement be damned, he couldn't just let the worst possible thing happen.

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Pepper grinned at the soldier, nodding. "Gladly." she threw the knife towards the last one to call her a bitch, lunging at the one closest to her, claws ready to dig into what little exposed skin he had. She hissed loudly as she leaped.

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The nearest mercenary tried to sidestep, but was caught in the lunge. He rolled back and tried to throw her off. The Man would use his training and enhanced strength to move with the energy of the attack and throw her from him.

The Sergeant lined up a shot, and depressed the trigger, firing several shots towards the woman, several brilliant blue gobs of light streaked towards her from his weapon. The Air stinking of ozone while a third mercenary grabbed his radio.

"Three one Hotel Bravo, we're under attack by Terran insurgents, requesting additional units and a supervisor!"

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A strange sense of nostalgia was washing over Drakus as he placed his hands calmly on the edge of the table, pushed his seat back and rose to stand, observing the soldiers. He calmly moved in the direction of the soldiers, seeking not to appear interested or involved by walking at them, but by giving them wide berth and moving behind them, towards an exit sign. It wouldn't be until there that he offered a glance towards the few to check if they were looking in his direction. If they were too distracted to notice him well...

His conscience would not let him go without doing something.

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Though she was thrown from the soldier, she landed gracefully on her feet. Then, using her quick reflexes, she somersaulted away from the line of fire and straight at a family of three's table. She jumped over the husband, nearly missing his head and grabbing a fish stick from his daughter's plate. She took a quick bite, winked at the young child and then proceeded to run into the kitchen.

There, she found a vent and carefully climbed into it to hide and, hopefully, get an advantage over the three soldiers. "C'mon, fancy man Drakus. Help me out here." She whispered to herself and she carefully and silently made her way through the ventilation system.

The setting changes from Eat Out - Tierge's Resturant to Sol Avenue

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The dog let out a soft whoof again as the scream was made. It pointed its head in the direction of the living room, then back at the girl with the animal ears and tail. Saxon's head bent one way, then the other, then stayed that way for a moment. He whined, trying to figure out whether or not he should let the girl stay back, or proceed forward himself to see if the Inkson master was alright and unharmed. Regardless of his odd behavior, he did not seem to be hostile toward Pepper in any way.