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Hogan 'Weg' Wegleaf

"Look, I just fly the boat. If I go out there, there's going to be a lot of crying, bleeding, and fear pee."

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a character in “The Scavengers”, as played by CutUp

Description

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Dare| Sweatpants| Can't Hold Us| Do Ya Thing| Leave Out All The Rest| Crazy| Feel Good Inc|
{There was never a good war, or a bad peace}
-Benjamin Franklin




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{N A M E}
Hogan Wegleaf
{N I C K N A M E (S)}
Weg(More commonly used then his name)
{A G E}
24
{G E N D E R}
Male
{R O L E}
The Navigator
{S E X U A L I T Y}
Heterosexual




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{Peace is not the absence of conflict, it is the ability to handle conflict by peaceful means.}
-Ronald Reagan




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{H E I G H T}
5'10 feet
{W E I G H T}
160 pounds
{H A I R C O L O R}
Black
{E Y E C O L O R}
Brown
{A P P E A R A N C E}
Weg isn't the most physically adept individual, while he's not out of shape, he's rather skinny, and rather weak, so he's not much of a fighter. He typically wears a dark, navy blue vest over a white dress shirt toped off with a black tie to give him a more civilized look. He wears black pants, and black boats. Wig is never without his favorite hat, a black newspaper boy cap that he's had since he was a teenager.




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{The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow}
-Bob Marley




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{P E R S O N A L I T Y}
Weg is often described as a sarcastic, caring, peaceful, laid-back, and somewhat cowardly young man. He is a bit of a jokester(and usually makes the cheesiest jokes you've ever heard), and is very sarcastic. He is very caring, he's the sort of guy to give you his last bit of food even if he's starving, and is very devoted towards the crew, and is very loyal to the Cap'n. He's pretty laid-back, and is more of a 'go with the flow' sort of guy, and not very 'take charge'. He can on occasion be found laying around with his hat covering his eyes, and asleep(autopilot, a lazy man's best friend).

He's not a fighter whatsoever, and prefers to deal with conflict by talking it out rather then violence. Though he is hesitant to get violent, when push comes to shove he will do his best to protect those he considers as friends, though it probably wouldn't be much. And when conflict does arise, and there's no talking out of it, he's always a big advocate for the 'run away' strategy rather then stay, and fight. The point is, he isn't a fighter.

He is also a pretty big geek when it comes to airships. A large docking area is like a candy store to him. He may have been caught literally drooling over airships from time to time. They just fascinate him. He can also be a little nervous around pretty girls, and will frequently put his foot in his mouth(luckily Waylon is usually there to stop him before he does something really stupid).




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{Whatever you are, be a good one.}
-Abraham Lincoln




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{L I K E S}
Airships, Jokes, Sweets, Cheesy Jokes, Flying, Adventure, Napping, Waylon, Kids, Peaceful solutions, His hat.
{D I S L I K E S}
Fighting, Guns, Swords, Weapons of any kind, Being called a coward, His first name, Violence, Killing of any kind, Waylon(he's always yelling at him to carry a weapon, and learn how to fight), People touching his hat, Bullies.
{F E A R S}
Causing someone's death, His friends dying.
{G O A L S}
To explore the world, To find treasure, To not be awkward around women.
{S K I L L S}
  • Piloting- Yeah, the entire reason he's onboard Anima Caeli, and surprise, he's good at it.
  • Diplomacy- Weg has always had a knack for finding a peaceful route in conflict.
  • Tinkering- Weg has always been fascinated by airships, and is fairly good at jerry-jigging the engines to keep her afloat. Though he doesn't have any professional training, or experience he's able to keep her going until a real mechanic can get their hands on her.
{W E A P O N S}
  • Pistol- Weg is forced to carry this pistol with him at all times by Waylon. Much to his dismay.
  • Knife- Waylon also forces him to carry this small pocket knife with him as well.




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{If people are good only because they fear punishment, and hope for a reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed.}
-Abert Einstein




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{H I S T O R Y}
Weg was born, and raised in Danalion, and had, well a rather boring childhood. His father was a engineer(shocking), and his mother was a shop owner. Growing up, Weg never really had too much interest in engineering, no he always had his head in the clouds. Since he was in diapers he's always had a urge to explore. Of course living in Danalion wasn't doing much for his sense of adventure. In fact most days he barely saw the sun due to the ever looming smog. That was the biggest thing he disliked about Danalion, that and there was no green whatsoever.

While he did show some interest in engineering, it was for airships of course. He would spend hours looking at different blueprints he bought, and make several different models of the airships. Of course he was always thought of as a little weird by the other kids, considering he'd spend most of his time tinkering with model ships. And of course since they were kids anyone different was instantly targeted by bullies. But even as a kid Weg wasn't a very confrontational little guy, and always would try to make peace, and when that failed he stuck to the classic 'run away' tactic.

When he was seventeen tragedy struck, there was a accident in the plant that his father worked at, and the entire workforce was flooded with toxic smog. The only thing left of his father was his lucky black hat, the same hat Weg wears to this day. After that he, and his mother just barely scraped by. But then bills began piling up, and his mother was soon confined to a wheelchair due to a car accident. And with that Weg decided to leave home, and find work so he could send money back to his mom.

For three long years Weg was piloting some transport vessels, and working as a dock hand on the side to get by. That was until he met Waylon Tyger. Weg was in the Earth District of the Capital when he jumped by several muggers who were beating him rather savagely. That was when Waylon jumped into action, he saw what was going on, and didn't like it one bit. He easily beat the snot out of Weg's attackers, and sent them running. After that they talked a bit, and Waylon told Weg that he was saving up to buy his own ship, and was going to find riches, glory, and fame beyond his wildest dreams.

Weg told him that he was a pilot, and from then on they've been working together, developing an almost brotherly bond.




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{The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.}
-Mark Twain




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{C O L O R}
#0080FF

{F C}
Donald Glover AKA Childish Gambino
{P R O T R A Y E D B Y}
Future God-Emperor CutUp

So begins...

Hogan 'Weg' Wegleaf's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Empress Lenora Kinealy Character Portrait: Waylon Tyger Character Portrait: Hogan 'Weg' Wegleaf Character Portrait: Navi Callibross Character Portrait: Shepherd Allerton Character Portrait: Ula Cotovatre
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Lenora


Lenora awoken by the vigorous shaking her maidservant, Felicia, was giving her. She cracked open an eyelid and sleepily looked up the offending party. “Felicia, what are doing? Its only...” She glanced at the ancient grandfather clock standing in a corner of the room. “Six o'clock in the morning.” The look on her maidservant's face caused her stomach to drop like a stone. The girl's face was scrunched in worry and her eyes were alight with panic.

“You have to leave right now, Your Highness! Its the Council, they've decided they want to be rid of ya. They say you don't have what it takes to be Empress, and you should be disposed of.”

Lenora's chest clenched. Her first instinct was to believe Felicia was lying, but she'd known her for years, and knew she didn't have a dishonest bone in her body. She felt her own panic start to set in. “What about High Councilor Julius? Surely he would be against it. He's the most loyal person I know.”

Felicia looked on the Empress with sympathy. “He's the one leading the decision, Your Highness. He's going to be the one they put in power.”

Lenora felt her entire world come crashing down. She remembered how sick her father got out of nowhere, and began to question to the popular theory of it being a heart sickness. Anger seeped into her as she realized who was probably to blame.

“I must go in front of my people,” she said with determination. “I will tell the public what is transpiring, and they will back me up.”

Felicia shook her head in desperation. “The common folk don't care who's head where's the crown as long as food is in their bellies. You have to escape.” She grabbed an outfit that was on a nearby chair and flung it at Lenora. “Put this on. Its my sister's traveling clothes.”

“I can't just abandon my duty,” Lenora said, eying the brown corset short and black pants.

“Live to fight another day, miss,” Felicia said.

Lenora saw the wisdom in that, so she quietly got dressed while Felicia braided her hair. After she was finished, she asked Felicia, “But where do I go?”

The maidservant put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “There is a Scavenger group in the Airship District that is looking for a cook. Betty in the kitchens was going to take it, but she's agreed to let you have it.”

Lenora didn't know who Betty in the kitchens was, so the gesture warmed her heart all the more. “Tell her how extremely grateful I am. But I don't know how to cook, I've never cooked anything in my life.”

Felicia smiled and started directing her out the door. “Just make sure you add salt instead of rat poison and you'll do fine. Now let's hurry up and go.”

She led the empress down the hall and through the Servant's Quarters. They got a few odd stares, but most people were too busy with their work to pay them any mind. Eventually they made it to the servant's exit that took them just outside the palace. Felicia pointed Lenora towards the main road. “Just follow it to the left and you'll come to the Airship District. Go to the Anima Caeli airship and request the job as the cook. And hope you don't get turned down.” She said that last part with a nervous smile.

Everything finally started to sink in for Lenora. She was no longer welcome in the only home she ever knew, and was about to leave everything she ever had behind. She latched onto Felicia and gave her tight, long hug, whispered a quiet 'thank you', then rushed off.

There was a lot of foot traffic on the road that day, so she blended right in with hardly any stares. She knew her way around the Sky District, so she was able to quickly make it to the Airship District. There is where she ran into problems, as she had never been there before. She got turned around several times, and had to ask a dockworker where the Anima Caeli was. She eventually found it, and saw a group of people standing in front of where it was docked. She straightened her back and walked over to them with her head held high, even though inside she was a bundle of nerves. When she spoke the speech she had been working on since the Sky District, she said it with a steady voice. “I hear your looking for a cook. My name Nora, I was a cook in royal kitchens and I would like to come work for you.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Empress Lenora Kinealy Character Portrait: Waylon Tyger Character Portrait: Hogan 'Weg' Wegleaf Character Portrait: Navi Callibross Character Portrait: Shepherd Allerton Character Portrait: Ula Cotovatre
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Captain Waylon in all his glory woke up in a sweaty, boozy mess(as per usual). He groaned like waking up was a trail in of itself. Hangovers are so annoying. Though at this point he's pretty much used to it, and it's more of a minor annoyance then anything. It's nothing he can't hand. As he sat up on his king sized bed he reached over to his nightstand, and grabbed a bottle of liquor sitting on it. He brought the bottle up to his lips for a much needed swig of his go-juice, but it was empty. The day's onto a bang up start already.

Waylon held the bottle up to peek inside, and held it upside down. "Ugh, must be Thursday." He groaned as he laid the empty bottle aside, and got up from his bed. He quickly threw on his shirt, and the ever important captain's jacket, and started his day of work. Waylon left his captain's quarters, and went to Weg's cabin, who was still sound asleep. While Waylon usually doesn't personally wake the crew up(he usually uses a ship wide announcement or something in the like), he always makes a special exception for Weg. He does enjoy annoying him.

Waylon entered the cabin all stealthy, and ninja like, making sure not to make a sound. Once Waylon was close enough he gave Weg a powerful kick to his side that knocked him out of his slumber, and off his bed. "What?! What's going on?!" Weg asked in confusion, despite the fact Waylon wakes him up like this everyday. "Dude, do you need to ask?" Waylon questioned. "I...I just woke up! Shut up you big....jerk." Weg said as he rubbed his eyes. "Shut up? Big jerk? It's quick thinking like that, that makes you the greatest mind of our generation." Waylon sarcastically replied. "Come on, we've got work to do."

Now, with everyone up and about, and outside the ship's dock the day was finally starting. Waylon was expecting the applicants for the cook position today. Finally, if he has to sit through another one of Weg's beef surprise, it's not going to be pretty. It wasn't too long until the first prospect arrived. Some girl who introduced herself as Nora. She looked somewhat familiar to Waylon, but his ever growing migraine kept him from thinking too much about it.

Then the crew started to give their two cents about the girl. "Yes, yes she's very cute. We're all adorable, I couldn't be anymore proud." Waylon sarcastically replied to Lyrik's observations as he took out his skull shaped tobacco pipe. He lite the pipe, and began smoking. "Ah shucks, you're gonna make me blush Cap'n." Weg chimed in. Waylon walked over to Nora, towering over her, making the single foot of height he has on her seem like fifty. He shifted the pipe in his mouth, and blew smoke out of the side towards her. It took everything in Weg's power not to start cracking up at Waylon's tough guy act. Sure, Waylon is a tough guy, a very tough guy, but really he's just a big softie at heart. It always makes him laugh when he acts like a monster of a man.

"Name's Waylon, Waylon Tyger." He introduced himself, his voice becoming very deep, and thunder-like. "A royal cook? Why would you leave such a cushy gig like that to slum with a bunch of scavs like us? No offense scavs." Waylon asked. "Did you get tired of all the snooty royal types?" Yeah, Waylon has no love for the supposed 'higher ups'. Selfish idiots if you ask him.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Empress Lenora Kinealy Character Portrait: Waylon Tyger Character Portrait: Hogan 'Weg' Wegleaf Character Portrait: Lyrik Character Portrait: Bloom
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Bloom looked at Nora again. It is quite clear that she lived an otherwise sedentary lifestyle. Weg has more combat skill in comparison. But she isn't an imbecile, she seems like one who can make up skill with effort. On that note, Bloom also returned to the ship- if they didn't end up hiring Nora, she would have to get the equipment ready to properly prepare that creature she had in a cage in her lab, whom she had affectionately dubbed as 32, since it was a fairly new species she hadn't really told anyone about and it hadn't been registered. She wanted to keep performing the experiments, but lunch was more important.

Bloom truly did not understand why the others felt so uneasy when it was her turn to cook, everything she made was perfectly safe and tasted fine. So what if it still twitched ocasionally? It was dead, it just...did that. More often than normal creatures.

Not her fault the more exotic creatures did that, though maybe that was a small reason why they weren't widely marketed for food.

It wasnt like she didn't cook chicken or other popular foods, just that whenever they went anywhere, those creatures happened to be there. Just like some of the plants. Some were quite nutritional, while others simply served as medicine, weapons, or aesthetic design in her lab or for The Doctor to sell to the much more vain crowd up in the Sky district.

The Terrybitter would probably go well with 32....