Toads from the Other Side

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ SACRED SPACES in specific is the manifestation of the feeling of safety and appreciation for a small, hidden space that in a strange way has become sacred and holy only to you for what it provides. Specifically, they were born from the mind of a child in the deep south of the United States, who escaped church to hide away in the attic- and ended up finding the small space full of stolen candles to be more holy to them than the grounds they came from. They manifest to those who have that moment of awe and realization, often enjoying sitting and trading words and conversation with those who are willing to listen. They especially enjoy comforting children, and do their best to help steer them in the right direction.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PARTYGOER in specific is the manifestation of the strange, almost otherworldly feeling that can manifest during a party, amongst the flashing lights and pounding music, the swirling in your head and your eyes that lets your inhibitions slip away, or your heart pound out of your chest. They appear then, often beckoning those who can see them to dance as they watch over them, often preferring to remain almost hallucination-like. They are benevolent, and do their best to help watch over those who aren't in their right mind and prevent them from being used or making stupid decisions, or to soothe any anxieties and help you enjoy the feeling of becoming one with the crowd and music.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PERSONALITY Pett, despite their often cute and googly-eyed appearance, is a serious, take-no-bullshit kind of person. She often comes off as rough or abrasive, not afraid to speak her mind and make her opinion known. She's quick with her wit and quick with her tongue and guns alike, and isn't afraid to use them. Unlike some other members of the crew, she's perfectly fine with defending herself with weapons as opposed to words- though maybe it's just because it's her specialty. Though technically lacking the full degree due to the current drama, Pett is a masterful weapons and mechanical technician, who had hoped to work on a ship like this one day- though perhaps not quite in this situation. You can usually find her tinkering away at the weapons system onboard the ship, her own personal collection of guns and other such devices, and other various machines onboard the ship. However, despite his often mean-appearing demeanor, he's not truly mean on the inside- he truly does care about others, even if he has difficulty showing it. Just because he's only visibly soft with Sol doesn't mean he doesn't have little ways of showing affection to the rest of his crew. If you find yourself getting a custom-built taser thrust into your hands on account of "you need SOMETHING to to keep yourself from dying, as tough as it might be for you."... that's not an insult, that's a declaration of friendship.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PERSONALITY Sol is what many people would call a "gentle giant". They're well-meaning and kind, always thinking about those that they care about. They don't talk much, and when they do, it's generally slow and carefully spoken. However, they're no pushover. While he tries to be civil at the beginning of any conversation, if pushed enough, Sol isn't afraid to speak their mind and give you a good telling-off. Still, even more rarely does he escalate to physical violence... normally, at his size, a good threat display is enough to send the other packing. Unless, of course, one of their friends is truly threatened. Though kind to everyone, Sol is most protective of their friends- often called the "mom" of the group. Being the largest of the crew, they take it as their responsibility to make sure everyone is safe and cared for... sometimes even letting some of the smaller crew members on for a ride.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PERSONALITY Nash can, in summary be described as "Chill, but..." by most who know her. She's a good person who's very adaptable and go with the flow, has a level head, and quick thinking. Overall, she's generally pretty sensible... except for her adventurous streak. Despite being rational, she has a habit of seeking out danger and thrills, and loves anything that gives her a decent rush of adrenaline. These two features combined make her the perfect person to go to if you need help of any kind, and she rarely will turn it down, even if the task is dangerous. She cares about people, and is willing to put herself at risk for them, even if she doesn't know them. Firmly believes in everyone deserving a chance.

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PERSONALITY She's very homesick and sweet but also a bit of a troublemaker. Likes to ride around on everyone else's shoulders. Hates being too small to do things.

Name: Francine Dawson Aliases: Fran, Ms. Dawson, Sunny, Beastie Species: "Fieldrunner" to humans, "begoh" is closest translation from native tongue Pronouns: She/her Orientation: Pansexual Height: 5′3" At shoulder, around 5'7" at top of head in neutral position Age: ~29 [ ages near same rate as humans ] Family & Relations: - Angie Dawson - mother - Darrel Dawson - Father - Maxwell Dawson - Older sibling - "Danny" Romero - Childhood friend, ??? Occupation: Farmhand and "cowboy" on her family's farm. History: Unsure of her true origins, Fran ended up in a Earthen orphanage, and was deemed eligible to be adopted by humans due to the extreme resemblance in physiology and personality between Fieldrunners and humans, as well as taking into account the stress (and cost) of interplanetary shipment on a small child. She ended up being adopted by the Dawson family, who had lost one of a pair of twins in complications during birth some number of years ago, and "saw something of him in her". She was raised lovingly by her family in an extremely rural town. There were few other children her age in town, and all of which were human. She became close friends with another child, Danny, who was equally a misfit but on other ways. She spent most of her formulative years helping out on her family's farm, practicing a few hobbies, and spending time with her best friend. They were nearly inseparable, despite the clash in personality on occasion- while Fran was polite and rule abiding, Danny was brash and mischievous, and often convinced Fran to 'live a little'... for both better and worse. Overall, they brought out the best in each other. Until one day, when they were both around seventeen- Danny left town without saying a word. Fran was broken for a while. But slowly, things returned to normal. Boring, polite, law abiding normal. For years, she simply finished school, worked, took some online classes, did everything right. Life was good. It was boring. People came and went. The town fell into a bit of a recession- but it was fine. People were here to help. Life would be good like it always was. Boring. Until the day Fran gets in between an attempted assassination on a helpful businessman from a surprisingly familiar face. Personality: As stated, Fran is a bit of a goody two shoes. She likes to do things by the rules more often than not. She enjoys doing things right, and for the good of others. She's often described as "gentle"- and she can be, with delicate matters. However, she's not a pushover by any means. Stubborn and strong willed, she has a surprisingly fierce streak in her- in another life, perhaps, it might have been kindled into something rebellious, or even nefarious- but a good upbringing left her just a comfortable amount of rowdy with a truly good heart. Likes: Pie of any kind, chasing rabbits, large open plains, stargazing, peppermint, beets, flannel, roasting things on sticks Dislikes: Cramped spaces, vodka, banana, high counters and tables, people touching her tail, people making comments about her nostrils looking 'nsfw', when people are awkward about shaking hands Fun facts: I wanna be a cooowwboooy baaabey

○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ PERSONALITY As it turned out, being raised by parents who didn't take no for an answer and expected only the best puts a strain on any child that last until adulthood, leaving Arlen a good deal anxious, and a large deal dependent on others. Many would describe him as a pushover, who prefers to keep his mouth shut than attempt to defend himself- mostly because he really doesn't know how. In fact, he just doesn't know a lot of things about general, "normal" things, as he was raised mostly sheltered in higher-class sectors. That isn't to say he's stupid, however. Though anxious, he knows his way around social situations well, able to stuff down his fear when he puts on his 'rich boy' mask, smooth talking his way through social situations and numbers with a grace most people would be envious of... though afterwards he often collapses into a shaky mess. Perhaps, if he hadn't been raised so strictly, he might have been a rebellious, independent, even sassy rockhopper, as there are rarely times when it will slip out- and maybe one day he might still. But for now, he remains rather timid and eager to please.