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Chad Garay
Chad 'Supremus' Garay
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Patcharoo
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Description
With a popped up collar and blond hair, Chad sports the latest fashion trend; the one he invented. He wears a large white sports jacket that has a lone large pink stripe around the middle (though sometimes he wears blue or green) which matches the colour of his visor. He's obviously a young guy, probably in his early twenties. And Aschen.
Personality
Chad is awesome and radical. His upbringing has taught him that non-Aschen's tend to be ungrateful assholes. Probably doesn't help he has a lot of national pride and sheer self-confidence. In fact, he'll be pretty cocky to anything. He knows he's going to be a rockstar some day, but right now he's just working his way through life.
Equipment
Wallet, phone, jacket, pants, hovershoes, visor, plasma pistol x2, gun licence
So begins...
Chad Garay's Story
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Chad stood on the sidewalk with one hand pressed to the right side of his visor, which was pink over his eyes and white on either end. His hair was all spiked up so it didn't get in his face and he had a white tracksuit jacket with a horizontal pink stripe around the middle to match his visor. He thought he was the height of cool and fashion, so much so that he ignored everyone around him in favour of talking into his earpiece.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. No it's terrible. The whole place just stink- yeah." A wide cocky grin sat on his mug as his eyes drifted around and finally settled on Tink, who he stared at for several moments.
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. No it's terrible. The whole place just stink- yeah." A wide cocky grin sat on his mug as his eyes drifted around and finally settled on Tink, who he stared at for several moments.
"Hey you!" Tink called out to the man talking to himself. She sort of, kind of, maybe thought he was a loon but even loons knew how to give directions.
"I'm lost! I need your help. I am looking for what you people would consider a trash dump," Tink said. "You got a staring problem?" she asked, noticing how he was staring.
"I'm lost! I need your help. I am looking for what you people would consider a trash dump," Tink said. "You got a staring problem?" she asked, noticing how he was staring.
Chad raised an eyebrow, but his smile didn't fall. "Look I gotta go. One of the locals-" which he spoke in a very distasteful voice, "-is talking to me. No, yeah, its cool. I'll catch you. Yeah just don't eat it all before I get back to the room. Okay. Bye."
His hand lowered from his visor as he leant forward to examine Tink. Chad was clearly young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. And he looked pretty damn arrogant. "Oh geez, what is that smell?" he asked, "Do all Terran's smell like you? I thought it was just the city?" He waved a hand in front of his face, then pinched his nose.
His hand lowered from his visor as he leant forward to examine Tink. Chad was clearly young, maybe eighteen or nineteen. And he looked pretty damn arrogant. "Oh geez, what is that smell?" he asked, "Do all Terran's smell like you? I thought it was just the city?" He waved a hand in front of his face, then pinched his nose.
Tink raised her arm and smelled her armpit. Her nose crinkled but she shrugged it off. Hardworking people never smelled good. In Blackwall a Stinker was a good man, or woman in this instance. A foul odor was something to be proud of!
"Terran? I'm not a Terran. I'm from Axis. Now could you just tell me which way to go to find lots of garbage. I prefer scrap metals but I'll dig through just about anything," Tink admitted.
"You going to tell me or no? I don't have all night. I need to dry off." She gestured to her damp clothes pocked with mud stains and algae from the pond.
"Terran? I'm not a Terran. I'm from Axis. Now could you just tell me which way to go to find lots of garbage. I prefer scrap metals but I'll dig through just about anything," Tink admitted.
"You going to tell me or no? I don't have all night. I need to dry off." She gestured to her damp clothes pocked with mud stains and algae from the pond.
On noticing the algae, Chad took a step back. He didn't want his pristine white jacket getting muck on it! It was designer model! Or something. "Uh, yuck, no. I'm a tourist. I came to see the local attractions. But after seeing girls like you, I don't think I'm going to see too many of those." He looked so smugly happy with himself after that comment, even folding his arms in front of his chest.
"Hey, so what's Axis? Terra's sister planet or something?"
"Hey, so what's Axis? Terra's sister planet or something?"
Chad took a step back and Tink took a step forward. He did not achieve his goal of being farther away from the dirty woman. It was just a natural thing for Arcanians to talk close to each other. There wasn't much room in Axis to move about.
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Attractions? I don't understand what you are saying. Do you want to come with me to dig around for treasure?"
"What do you mean?" she asked. "Attractions? I don't understand what you are saying. Do you want to come with me to dig around for treasure?"
Okay now she was starting to encroach his space, and it was making him uncomfortable. "I mean you're ugly," he said, trying to be more direct, "Get the heck away from me will ya? I paid good money for this tracksuit and I don't want your mucky Terran handprints all over it!" He didn't believe the 'Axis' thing anyways. And this place was worse than the stories he heard! He always thought the Aschen media had exaggerated, but nope, here he was, innocent on the street getting accosted by a filthy woman. Well, that was his version of the events anyway.
Tink rubbed a hand on her cheek, smearing mud and who knew what else. She then looked at her hand and contemplated slapping this fledgling of a boy across the face. Instead Tink settled for frowning at him and pointing a finger. "I am not that ugly and I don't care about my looks! My brain and talent is far better than being pretty. I would trade pretty for genius any day!"
"Now," Tink said. "Leave me alone before I decide to hug you." A feral grin spread across her face.
"Now," Tink said. "Leave me alone before I decide to hug you." A feral grin spread across her face.
"Yeah. Whatever." Chad turned his back to her and raised a hand up to his earpiece. "Call Denny," he announced, tilting his head slightly to the side. "Denny, man! Yeah I'm heading back now. You left me some pizza right? Aw c'mon you dick. No I just got held up by some dirty Terran. No they didn't." He lowered his hand and looked over his shoulder. "You didn't ask for money did you? Oh, you asked for trash, ew." He turned back around and raised his hand again. "No she asked for trash. I know!"
There was no resisting it, especially since his back was turned. So vulnerable, Tink thought to herself. He was just a few steps away and she could take those steps so quietly he wouldn't even know until it was too late. Tink crept up on him, arms wide and then leaped forward in an attempt to bear-hug Chad from behind.
It took a moment for Chad to realize what was going on before he freaked out. He let out an alarmed, "Uahh uahh," noise from his mouth, hand still pressed to his visor's ear as he said, "She's attacking me!" Then finally his hand slipped down as he tried to jerk forwards and away from her, but not willing to actually grab onto her hands to throw her off.
Tink slid all the way down his backside and popped her chin on the ground when Chad jerked away from her grasp. There was only a quick exclamation of "Ow!" before Tink was overcome with uncontrollable laughter. She sat up and held her bloodied chin but could not, for the life of her, stop giggling. She had gotten revenge on the boy's rudeness to her!
And his clothes looked much better, in her opinion.
And his clothes looked much better, in her opinion.
Chad was of a slightly different opinion. "Yo- you!" he screeched in a high pitched angry little voice, "You ruined my jacket!" He didn't even seem to notice the muck also on his pants as he stumbled away from her and turned around. "Why are you laughing!" he then snapped in a fury, pointing an accusing finger, "You're disgusting! It's going to take me hours to get the smell of Terran off of me! I demand compensation!"
"Did I hurt the little child's pride?" Tink asked while pouting out her chapped bottom lip. Blood dropped off her chin in dribbles and she just wiped it away with her dirty hand. Now there was blood and mud smeared on her face. It didn't bother Tink one bit. "I hate to say it, friend, but I have no money. Never do and never will. I hate the stuff to be honest. Why have money and buy things when you can just find what you need in a good old garbage pile!"
"You're a bum!" he snapped once more in his anger, lacking any other way of getting at her. "Y-I'll get you arrested! Off the street!" But rant and rave as much as he wanted, his priorities were first; shout angrily, second; shower. He just wanted her to think he meant business. It was hard to make a man who chose pink and white as his colour scheme seriously. As if knowing how fickle is priorities were, he turned and started stamping off in the opposite direction.
The rustle of wind preceeded Adriaan's arrival as the young avorian monk dropped down to land in a crouch in the street from somewhere overhead.
"Hey!" he called out to Chad as he stood up. "What kind of guy goes around pushing a girl into the mud?" he added as he walked over to the girl, offering her a hand up.
He shook his head.
"You okay, lady?" he asked.
"Hey!" he called out to Chad as he stood up. "What kind of guy goes around pushing a girl into the mud?" he added as he walked over to the girl, offering her a hand up.
He shook his head.
"You okay, lady?" he asked.
"You have something on your butt!" Tink called out to Chad before she fell into more giggles. What a strange but funny boy. It had been worth the verbal abuse to see him squirm around from a little dirt. It was a shame that he was leaving so early. Tink didn't even get to learn his name. To add to the humiliation even more Tink shouted at Chad's back one last time.
"Egads! I think it's crawling up your back!"
"Egads! I think it's crawling up your back!"
"I'm okay," Tink said to the man who offered her help. She took his hand and pulled herself up, then wiped her hands on her damp pants. "He didn't push me. I hugged him and fell. I'll be alright. Just a little blood is all." If it had been anyone else's blood Tink would have fainted.
Chad's indignance levels were rising, but he was momentarily stopped when he freaked out at the thought of having something crawl up his back, like a spider or slimey thing. Oh god that would be horrible. His hands swiped all up and down his back, only making the problem worse and getting his hands dirty. His face was going red with anger and a vein could be seen on his forehead. "She!" he spat, "Attacked me! She was already a filthy damn Terran before I met her!"
Adriaan arched a brow at the spectacle of Chad flailing about. He wasn't really quite sure what to make of the man. That is until he turned around to spit accusations at the cheery girl anyways.
"So you're telling me the scrap of a girl attacked you?" he asked. "But she's the one in the mud and bleeding?"
He shook his head again.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up?" he offered to Tink.
"So you're telling me the scrap of a girl attacked you?" he asked. "But she's the one in the mud and bleeding?"
He shook his head again.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up?" he offered to Tink.
"I did not attack you!" Tink yelled back while shaking her fist. "It was a hug! I hugged you because I like you and want to be friends. It's what friends do, you jerk!" Tink yanked up her shirt and pressed it against her bleeding chin. The white tank beneath her shirt was now dyed a lovely shade of pond yellow bordering on brown.
"Clean does sound nice. Somewhere warm too. I know a homeless man with a face so wrinkled he can't see anymore. He has a nice box to sleep in and lots of blankets," Tink admitted. "It's a nice home and he said he would share if I told him more stories about Axis." Tink shrugged.
"Clean does sound nice. Somewhere warm too. I know a homeless man with a face so wrinkled he can't see anymore. He has a nice box to sleep in and lots of blankets," Tink admitted. "It's a nice home and he said he would share if I told him more stories about Axis." Tink shrugged.
"See! See! She admits it! She attacked me!" Chad raved with his pointing finger waving wildly. Finally, too disgusted to stand it anymore, he removed his tracksuit jacket, leaving him in a black tank-top. "Here!" he shouted, throwing it at the two, only for it to be caught by the air and not make it two feet, "Use that to clean yourself!" And with that final angry point, he turned around and stormed off, with a silent vow of revenge.
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