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Recruitment: Enlisted Universe-The Draconus Universe. It was a thriving universe on the back of the world dragon. I am unaware of its current condition, seeing as I have not been there in 300 years. File Name Sylvia Sawyer Aliases The Rust Hound, Zee, Elizabeth Grant, Lady Camillia Brown and others. I have been known by many names of the course of my life spans. Identity- My various selves are known in vairous locations. Occupation Woman of Fortune, vagabond and crafter for hire Citizenship- I hail from no place, though I hope to build myself a more permanant home in the Empire Legal Status- My current self is guilty of no crimes Place of Birth - Where and when are irrelevant. All I know is that I hold my universe dear, and hope to one day return to it. Known Relatives Unknown, most likely dead. Martial Status Widowed; My lover and wife was killed in a freak boiler accident 200 years ago. Base of Operations A comfortable little hole in the space/time continum. Known Allies Besides my own group, the Rust Riders, I dont trust anyone enough to call them an ally. Group Affiliation- My small group, the Rust Riders, and the crew of the Airship Honda Major Enemies General Caled just needs to relax. I think hes been a little traumatized by my attempts however.... Education- The world has schooled me, but I have had the equivalent of a high school degree and am seeking further official education. Height- Shoes or no shoes? My height varies from 5 7 to 5 10 Weight- 140 pounds Eyes Ranging for green to brown depending on the weather. Hair: It varies. Currently it is bleach blonde, but it may be blue or teal or puurple the next time you see me. Distinguishing Features- Burn scar on left thigh caused by a forge accident and artifical lungs and heart. Source of Powers Time Traveling Machine, Dementional Keys Abilities- As a time traveller, I meet myself a lot, and therefore have knolege of my exploits both past and future. I am also a skilled pilot, jewelry maker, and weaponsmith. Weapons- My acid pellet handgun, one large unidentified gun that seems to cut holes in things and then spit them out in a different plave upon the second pull of the trigger, many knives secreted about my body, my teeth (I have been known to partially decapitate my captors by a well placed bite to the jugular) and a small Paraphernalia The Aurelian Royal Time Machine. I helped the ruler of this tiny little island nation with a gremlin problem and then got it as a reward. However, I rarely carry anything more than its handheld counterpart, which I designed based on the transdimetional drive I took apart and then reassembled. A cursed pocket watch-this was the result of a run in with a malevolent Djinn with a fondness for rubies. Id rather not have it, but I would hate for it to fall into unsuspecting hands. Dementional keys- I discovered them in an old ruin, and acidentally acivated them. I have been trying to get home ever since. Fighting Style Avoiding conflict at all costs. If conflict is unavoidable, acid gun to the face, and THEN run away. If running away isnt possible, knives and combat wrestling. Primary Specialty-Piloting Secondary Specialty- Crafting and fixing weapons Caste -Brigand First Appearance -2010 Web Experience - rustiquexsteampunk.blogspot.com |
