OOC: Ok people, I'm new here and I'm new to RPGs so bear with me.
I've posted this on the profile thread and here. As the rules say it
Forgive me pals, I'm still new at this
Age: 18 (Human years)
Appearance: Mudoo has a grey skin tone and not much else of interest. He takes a black ripped shirt everywhere tucked in his pants like a handkerchief. Where did that ripped shirt came from? He's not telling. Well, not yet anyways.
Equipment: Nothing but his pants and lucky shirt.
Personality: Mudoo isn't very talkative, but he can be a good friend. He's an artist at heart
and likes to joke around with close buddies even if he doesn't talk much. He likes to go to old, abandoned places around the Rupture Farms and paint odd pictures.
History: He's not very talkative about his history but rumor is that it has something to do with his lucky shirt and odd paintings. Paintings of another lifetime perhaps?
A new life, he thinks, as he catches the first glimpses of Rupture Farms, as the train makes its way onto the FeeCo train station. Mudoo grabs his ripped shirt one more time before the train stops. Nervous as he his, he still needs to make his own path from now on.
Mudoo arrives at the station and thinks to himself:
"It's time to make a living... ..I-I better go check in at the security offices."
Silly him for thinking there would be closed doors... Mudokons are all over the place. Stressed, worried. Some running. Some.. Flying. With the aid of sligs, of course.
"H-Hello, I'm here to apply for a job."