Post by raeoki on Jan 5, 2010 2:38:40 GMT -5
Name: Rog
Species:Irken
Appearance: Her skin is a green lighter then most Irkens. Rog is tough, yet skinny with the usual, feminine curly attenas. Her eyes are a sleek, shiny black with a matching, usual Irken uniform, and her black combat-boots.
Personality: Rog is a street-smart gal that is also very hardy...if you don't count the nervous break-downs...And is usually solitary, but won't mind a bit if you have a conversation with her, and Rog might have a conversation with you too, but only for important reasons. Likes funky stuff.
Planet: Irk
Starship: It's black and looks like Zims old ship (though not as round). Inside the Starship is a place where you could actually live in, with a small, travel-sized refrigarator, auto-pilot, and up-to-date guiding system. There is also an '80s funky pink carpet that is so fluffy, that you could use it as a mattress and a pillow. The seats is violet, but the small refrigerator is a plain brown. Outside this Starship is the name of the ship painted in red, "The Crimson Wolf".
SIR: SIR 1
Weapons: A small rifle she keeps in her boots.
History: Rog's parents left her when she was three years old, and when she was ten, the orphanage sent her to work in a Starship-making factory. The pay was horrible for her (but not to the other workers), and most of her jobs were awful. Rog has seen people being cuaght into the missions, and killed in the most horrific way. The worst part of it all, besides the obvious: The workers blamed her!
One day, when Rog was twelve, the workers got sick of her, and decided to get rid of her. They ambushed Rog and tied her up, before throwing her onto the assembly line. Rog screamed as an robotic arm picked Rog up by the rope, and then next thing Rog knew-she was free!
The robotic arm went away, the rope in hand. Seeing this her chance to get away from all this brutality, Rog ran off, and found a newly made Starship, with its door wide open. With no one in-sight, Rog crept in, closed the door, and started the Starship. It took her awhile to get out of the building (and some Irkens who were in much pain becuase of the Starship), but Rog had made it! And now...she would fly off into Universe...Never to be seen again... Rog thought romanticly.
But, unfortunetly, the Starship needed fuel.
So, Rog landed on a barren-looking planet and camped for the night...which later on became a year...
Living off the land had done its toll on Rogs body and socialty. The constant days...waking alone, with no one but yourself to say "Good morning!" too...the constant nights, calling out to the horizon, "Heeey! Is anybody there!?" had made Rog depressed. But luckily, it only took a year for her to be found.
Two muscular Irkens walked over to the Starship. One a male, one a female. The femal blinked her lavender eyes and knocked on the door. "Hello?" She called out, wondering if the Starship was abanded.
The door flew open, nearly knocking into the female Irkens face. "I'M HERE!!" Rog cried, her eyes wide. Both of the Irkens flinched. "My Starship needs fuel!"
"...Your Starship?" The male Irken asked.
"Yes, mine!" Rog exclaimed.
The female and male Irkens exchanged glances. "Maybe you should come with us..." The female said.
"B-But what about my Starship!?"
"We'll send a crew over to get refuel." The male Irken said with a thoughtful nod.
"Mmph." Rog wearily hopped down. "Where am I, anyway?"
The female blinked. "Hobo 13."
"Hobo 13!?"
"Yes, Hobo 13..." He muttered, starting to get annoyed.
Rog recieved a good meal, a warm bath, and a good sleep. A week later Rog decided to train with the other troops here on Hobo 13 until she became sixteen. Then she flew away in her painted Starship, now black and with its name painted in red.
Rog returned to Irk and became an Invader, and one of the best. When she turned eight-teen, Rog was assigned to Earth.
And she became so enchanced with its beauty, Rog threw all that training away, and became a double-agent for Earth.
Additional Information: Her human disguis is pale-skinned, long, black hair that usually stays down, a purple t-shirt with a white kitty face on the front, and with matching lavender jeans. Rog's disguise wears white tennis-shoes and has brown eyes. In disguise, Rogs pistol tranfers itself from her boots to a pocket in her pance that has to be buttoned up.
Role-Playing Sample: Rog took a deep breath. She stood in a clearing, waiting for the human called Raeoki. But she didn't have to much longer. "Rog?" Said a skiddish voice.
Rog looked up. "Raeoki?"
Raeoki stepped into the wooded clearing. "Show me your disguise." Rog nodded, let a scrolled piece of paper in her hand fall to the ground, and pressed her stomach. Suddenly a pale girl in purple clothing appeared in Rogs place. "...Okay. You can take it off now." Rog pressed the white kitty-face on her purple shirt, and she was out of her disguise. "Toss the paper." Rog nodded again, picked up the paper and tossed it at Raeoki, three feet away from the Earthling. Raeoki grumbled and hurried over to pick it up. She walked backwards into her former spot. "Okay...Thank you..."
Rog gasped, pulled out her pistol from her boots and shot at the tree closest to Raeoki. Gasping, the Earthling girl looked up, and a second later a dead Irken fell from the tree, so did one of the biggest guns Raeoki had ever seen. She looked at Rog, eyes wide. Smiling, Rog stuck her pistol back into her boots. "You're welcome."
Species:Irken
Appearance: Her skin is a green lighter then most Irkens. Rog is tough, yet skinny with the usual, feminine curly attenas. Her eyes are a sleek, shiny black with a matching, usual Irken uniform, and her black combat-boots.
Personality: Rog is a street-smart gal that is also very hardy...if you don't count the nervous break-downs...And is usually solitary, but won't mind a bit if you have a conversation with her, and Rog might have a conversation with you too, but only for important reasons. Likes funky stuff.
Planet: Irk
Starship: It's black and looks like Zims old ship (though not as round). Inside the Starship is a place where you could actually live in, with a small, travel-sized refrigarator, auto-pilot, and up-to-date guiding system. There is also an '80s funky pink carpet that is so fluffy, that you could use it as a mattress and a pillow. The seats is violet, but the small refrigerator is a plain brown. Outside this Starship is the name of the ship painted in red, "The Crimson Wolf".
SIR: SIR 1
Weapons: A small rifle she keeps in her boots.
History: Rog's parents left her when she was three years old, and when she was ten, the orphanage sent her to work in a Starship-making factory. The pay was horrible for her (but not to the other workers), and most of her jobs were awful. Rog has seen people being cuaght into the missions, and killed in the most horrific way. The worst part of it all, besides the obvious: The workers blamed her!
One day, when Rog was twelve, the workers got sick of her, and decided to get rid of her. They ambushed Rog and tied her up, before throwing her onto the assembly line. Rog screamed as an robotic arm picked Rog up by the rope, and then next thing Rog knew-she was free!
The robotic arm went away, the rope in hand. Seeing this her chance to get away from all this brutality, Rog ran off, and found a newly made Starship, with its door wide open. With no one in-sight, Rog crept in, closed the door, and started the Starship. It took her awhile to get out of the building (and some Irkens who were in much pain becuase of the Starship), but Rog had made it! And now...she would fly off into Universe...Never to be seen again... Rog thought romanticly.
But, unfortunetly, the Starship needed fuel.
So, Rog landed on a barren-looking planet and camped for the night...which later on became a year...
Living off the land had done its toll on Rogs body and socialty. The constant days...waking alone, with no one but yourself to say "Good morning!" too...the constant nights, calling out to the horizon, "Heeey! Is anybody there!?" had made Rog depressed. But luckily, it only took a year for her to be found.
Two muscular Irkens walked over to the Starship. One a male, one a female. The femal blinked her lavender eyes and knocked on the door. "Hello?" She called out, wondering if the Starship was abanded.
The door flew open, nearly knocking into the female Irkens face. "I'M HERE!!" Rog cried, her eyes wide. Both of the Irkens flinched. "My Starship needs fuel!"
"...Your Starship?" The male Irken asked.
"Yes, mine!" Rog exclaimed.
The female and male Irkens exchanged glances. "Maybe you should come with us..." The female said.
"B-But what about my Starship!?"
"We'll send a crew over to get refuel." The male Irken said with a thoughtful nod.
"Mmph." Rog wearily hopped down. "Where am I, anyway?"
The female blinked. "Hobo 13."
"Hobo 13!?"
"Yes, Hobo 13..." He muttered, starting to get annoyed.
Rog recieved a good meal, a warm bath, and a good sleep. A week later Rog decided to train with the other troops here on Hobo 13 until she became sixteen. Then she flew away in her painted Starship, now black and with its name painted in red.
Rog returned to Irk and became an Invader, and one of the best. When she turned eight-teen, Rog was assigned to Earth.
And she became so enchanced with its beauty, Rog threw all that training away, and became a double-agent for Earth.
Additional Information: Her human disguis is pale-skinned, long, black hair that usually stays down, a purple t-shirt with a white kitty face on the front, and with matching lavender jeans. Rog's disguise wears white tennis-shoes and has brown eyes. In disguise, Rogs pistol tranfers itself from her boots to a pocket in her pance that has to be buttoned up.
Role-Playing Sample: Rog took a deep breath. She stood in a clearing, waiting for the human called Raeoki. But she didn't have to much longer. "Rog?" Said a skiddish voice.
Rog looked up. "Raeoki?"
Raeoki stepped into the wooded clearing. "Show me your disguise." Rog nodded, let a scrolled piece of paper in her hand fall to the ground, and pressed her stomach. Suddenly a pale girl in purple clothing appeared in Rogs place. "...Okay. You can take it off now." Rog pressed the white kitty-face on her purple shirt, and she was out of her disguise. "Toss the paper." Rog nodded again, picked up the paper and tossed it at Raeoki, three feet away from the Earthling. Raeoki grumbled and hurried over to pick it up. She walked backwards into her former spot. "Okay...Thank you..."
Rog gasped, pulled out her pistol from her boots and shot at the tree closest to Raeoki. Gasping, the Earthling girl looked up, and a second later a dead Irken fell from the tree, so did one of the biggest guns Raeoki had ever seen. She looked at Rog, eyes wide. Smiling, Rog stuck her pistol back into her boots. "You're welcome."