forum Describe one of your characters and I'll pair them with one of mine (Closed)

Started December 30, 2020 by @sheabutter group

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If you don't mind, could you do my child Nicholas? If you need more details in his bio, let me know!

Thanks in advance!

this is so cute!! how about addy?

If you get the chance, my DND character Benji?
Named "Went Awry" by the necromancer that revived him, Benji is a spirited, fun-loving, brash and rude teenage zombie. Yes, he's rotting just a little bit, and if you yank his arm too hard it will come right off. He has to eat rotten meat to survive, and it as cheerful and bold as they come. He insists everyone likes him, even if they don't know it at first, and has an uncanny way with animals. He has a pet cow named Truffle who he rides into every battle.
He's the blonde blue eyed boy that everyone would want for a little brother, and thinks of the necromancer that revived him as a mentor/older brother figure. He has no memories of his life before, and trusts everyone he meets implicitly. He's bull headed and strongly opinionated, and isn't easily rattled, but when he does get scared he tends to hide behind those he thinks can protect him.
He also occasionally turns feral and starts trying to attack anyone in sight because of the whole zombie thing. He can and will bite you, even when he's not 'gremlining' as he's dubbed it.

Gonna give you three choices:

back on my bullshit with Branwen!! I can never resist a mechanic character, so she's paired with my mechanic, Ali'sen-Dera! Ali is of an alien race called the Tal'lesans–he's tall, with dark skin, bright gray eyes, and pointed ears. He's chaotic, sassy, and can hold a grudge for a while. Despite all of this, he's not one to leave someone alone in a fight and will often take on a job for little payment as long as it offers protection and a chance to fix things.

I imagine they meet while on base…

Branwen sighed, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead and leaving a smudge of grease behind. "What is wrong with you?" she muttered angrily at the ship. The ship, a small Fighter that she had wedged herself under to fix, did not answer, save for a hiss of steam from the broken brake.

Branwen furrowed her brow as she tested the mechanism again. Steam hissed again and the brake squealed. "Oh, come on!" Branwen hit her wrench against the hard metal in her frustration, causing a hollow clanging sound. "You useless son of a–"

"Need help?"

Branwen jerked in surprise, hitting her head on the ship with another bang. "What?" she asked, scooching out from under the ship and rubbing her head. The person in front of her gave her a slight smirk and crouched down so they were level.

"I asked if you needed help." Their voice was soft and accented and carried a light, airy tone to it. Branwen let out an annoyed huff.

"No, actually, I'm fine. I've been a mechanic for years, I think I can handle a shot brake."

"I don't doubt that," the person said–Tal'lesan, now that Branwen was actually looking at them. Dark brown skin, bright eyes, and pointed ears with a single silver earring adorning them. They looked young, maybe about 19 years old, but it was only their face that gave that away. Everything else–their clothes, their stance, that holster hanging from their hip–were more suited for someone who'd been on their own for years.

Branwen narrowed her eyes. They looked like a cocky bastard, to put it in simpler terms. "If you didn't doubt me, then why did you ask?"

"I've worked on this Fighter before, with the pilot. Its brakes are a little different from others."

Branwen hummed, glancing back at the Fighter. "How so?" she asked finally.

"They're older," the Tal'lesan explained, "and technically belong on a Bruiser class, not a Fighter. So its brakes are actually wired–"

"–towards the cockpit," Branwen finished. She mentally facepalmed. Why didn't she catch that? "I've spent this whole time trying to rewire them toward the back!"

The Tal'lesan laughed softly. "I don't blame you. Captain Diato is weird with his ship parts. I'm pretty sure this ship isn't even the original ship anymore, it's entirely made up of scraps."

Branwen sighed. "Must not have been easy working on it," she said in an off-hand voice as she squeezed back under the ship and began fixing the wires she'd accidentally messed up.

"Okay, everything should be fine now," she said finally as she reemerged from under the Fighter. The Tal'lesan nodded.

"Even if it wasn't, I can't imagine Diato would notice a difference." They offered a hand out and Branwen let them pull her to her feet. "I'm Ali, by the way. He and him."

"Branwen. She and her. Thanks for your help."

Ali grinned. "No problem. Let me know if you end up working on Diato's ship anymore, I'll give you a hand." He gave her a single-fingered salute.

"Will do." Branwen returned the gesture as Ali left before she turned, facing the Fighter again. "I'm gonna have a word with your pilot about your awful engineering," she said to the ship.

The ship didn't answer, save for a single hiss of steam from the recovering brakes.

OMG thank you.