Post by Ingrid on Oct 15, 2010 12:07:25 GMT -6
Ingrid's nose twitched as the scent of smoldering decay edged nearer. It was the kind of smell one never really got used to, no matter how many times it was experienced. It must have been part of some feral instinct... part of her subconscious knew survival would not be found here. And yet, that is exactly what drew her to the place.
She pulled herself weakly over the last sand dune to see the source of the stench: a once-promising young hive city. She took a few steps down the dune and sat among a cluster of rocks, confident that she was well-hidden. The rumors were true enough, the place had been completely destroyed. Not too long ago, a small group of explorers managed to find the tiny hive and strike up a settlement nearby. Nobody quite knows how or why, but as the settlement grew, the bees slowly dwindled out. Some speculated that they were frightened away by the new activity, fewer whispered about a sabotage of some sort, but that seemed unlikely to Ingrid. Besides, she had little interest in the place's history. All she cared was that it had been destroyed shortly afterward, and wasn't concerned about the how or why of it.
She pulled half a set of binoculars (or a 'nocular, as she referred to it in her mind) up from the string around her neck and squinted through it at the still smoke-filled ruins below. Just as she was sure there was no signs of life among the burning embers, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Was it the smoke playing tricks on her, or did someone else manage to find the place before she did? No matter, Ingrid was used to playing it safe, and was sure she had a better chance of finding something worth-while than most.
That was her gift... she didn't necessarily have knowledge of the use of items, per se, but she excelled at determining their value to others. Chances are, if something looked useful to her, it would be extremely useful to someone who knew what they were doing. She was also decent at removing said items from their confines without inflicting much more damage on them, a skill which would prove useful tonight, she was sure.
She carefully slid down the dune and approached the nearest still-sizzling pile of lord-knows-what. Slowly creeping around it, she stuck as low to the ground as her stocky frame would permit, and then she saw it. A gleam in the distance. Gleams meant metal, and in her experience, metal meant a nice chunk of change from the right person. As she approached it, another gleam caught her eye, but her momentary glee was dashed when she noticed the second gleam wasn't stationary.
Out of the smoke wandered a machine of some sort, limping slightly as it neared Ingrid's prize. The machine began digging wildly through the debris, as the young woman stole away into a well-shaded area. She watched intently as the thing jerked wildly about. Clearly it was in a state of disrepair, but she knew her odds of surviving such an encounter were slim. She decided it would be best to leave the creature to its devices, and she continued her search on the other side of the devastation.
Her efforts were not entirely fruitless, as she found a tiny rusted box with no lid. Of course, nobody but her would want such a useless piece of junk, but she threw it in her satchel anyways, and listened to it click merrily against her other trinkets as she made the long trek back to civilization.
She pulled herself weakly over the last sand dune to see the source of the stench: a once-promising young hive city. She took a few steps down the dune and sat among a cluster of rocks, confident that she was well-hidden. The rumors were true enough, the place had been completely destroyed. Not too long ago, a small group of explorers managed to find the tiny hive and strike up a settlement nearby. Nobody quite knows how or why, but as the settlement grew, the bees slowly dwindled out. Some speculated that they were frightened away by the new activity, fewer whispered about a sabotage of some sort, but that seemed unlikely to Ingrid. Besides, she had little interest in the place's history. All she cared was that it had been destroyed shortly afterward, and wasn't concerned about the how or why of it.
She pulled half a set of binoculars (or a 'nocular, as she referred to it in her mind) up from the string around her neck and squinted through it at the still smoke-filled ruins below. Just as she was sure there was no signs of life among the burning embers, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Was it the smoke playing tricks on her, or did someone else manage to find the place before she did? No matter, Ingrid was used to playing it safe, and was sure she had a better chance of finding something worth-while than most.
That was her gift... she didn't necessarily have knowledge of the use of items, per se, but she excelled at determining their value to others. Chances are, if something looked useful to her, it would be extremely useful to someone who knew what they were doing. She was also decent at removing said items from their confines without inflicting much more damage on them, a skill which would prove useful tonight, she was sure.
She carefully slid down the dune and approached the nearest still-sizzling pile of lord-knows-what. Slowly creeping around it, she stuck as low to the ground as her stocky frame would permit, and then she saw it. A gleam in the distance. Gleams meant metal, and in her experience, metal meant a nice chunk of change from the right person. As she approached it, another gleam caught her eye, but her momentary glee was dashed when she noticed the second gleam wasn't stationary.
Out of the smoke wandered a machine of some sort, limping slightly as it neared Ingrid's prize. The machine began digging wildly through the debris, as the young woman stole away into a well-shaded area. She watched intently as the thing jerked wildly about. Clearly it was in a state of disrepair, but she knew her odds of surviving such an encounter were slim. She decided it would be best to leave the creature to its devices, and she continued her search on the other side of the devastation.
Her efforts were not entirely fruitless, as she found a tiny rusted box with no lid. Of course, nobody but her would want such a useless piece of junk, but she threw it in her satchel anyways, and listened to it click merrily against her other trinkets as she made the long trek back to civilization.
At a Glance
Faction: Freelancer at the moment
Strengths: Scavenger-instincts, slightly clever, good at going unnoticed most of the time, remarkable hearing, likes to get crafty with otherwise useless junk, thinks she can talk herself out of situations but usually only manages to annoy, frustrate or confuse the other party to the point of it not being worth their efforts.
Weaknesses: quiet and meek, avoids most confrontations, nearsighted, cant read beyond a basic level (only recognizing words she's seen before), paranoid, sometimes lets her imagination get carried away, cannot resist the rare occurrence of spicy foods
Occupation: Procurer of particulars. Usually finds stuff on her own, and tries to pawn it off, but occasionally specific people ask her to find specific things. Usually limited to acquaintances as she has not yet built up a substantial reputation.
Age:23
Gender: female
Species: normal human
Appearance:
Ingrid stands with a persistent slouch, making her tall, broad frame seem wider than it actually is. Her ruddy skin is covered in pale marks that could be mistaken as some sort of tribal paint, but upon closer inspection it reveals itself as intricate smears of now-dried sand. A tangle of once curly dark hair is pinned messily at various locations about her head. The angles of her face are sharp and held stern, save the subtle movement of her jaw as she habitually grinds her teeth. Muddled in a dark sooty substance, her deep steely-blue eyes dart about, barely visible under the light hood of her tunic. Her wardrobe is fairly unremarkable, consisting of a leathery-brown set of pants and shirt, high-laced boots, and a few layers of pale, sand-stained linen, in various lengths and textures. A worn satchel hangs heavy across her shoulder, guarded tightly under her left arm.
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Class
Tech: 6
Mindedness: 3
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OOC
Other Characters: None as of yet!
How did you find us?: Advertisement someplace else.. I forget where <3
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