Name: Rio Sharphart
Age: 32
Race: Half-elf
Gender: Male
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 170 lbs
Swift Background: Rio is a Half-Elf, born during a steam punk age. Because his father was an upper class elf, and his mother a peasant of the age, Rio was cast down, unable to uphold his father's position. And so he stayed a lower class man. At a young age, he started tinkering with everyday things, just to see how they worked. Later years, tinkering was perfected, and he became an engineer, building things from scraps, or whatever he could find, making a living off of repairs, and even salvaging contraptions that even the most highly trained engineers would consider useless.
Rio is highly curious, and loves to just look things over. He is also a bit shy when it comes to people. During his tinkering, he made a small mechanical spider to help him scrounge around the fields, looking for parts to build his various machines. This small mecha-spider, after being in his possession for a short while, earned the name D.R.E.N., meaning Direct Renewal of Energy Nutrients, due to the fact that it could "eat" anything, and convert it into energy for the spider to use.
Other gadgets will be added as made, until then, the rest of this Bio is up to the future to decide.
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Rio Gren Sharphart
Engineer~
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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Barboros, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Rio Gren Sharphart's Story
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It was evening. Darkness slowly started finding its way into the corners of the city. The sky was darkening as well, filled with pleasant colors of pink, purple, maroon, and golden yellows. The clouds themselves were few and far between.
But this evening, noises could be heard from behind a large, steel door of a decently sized garage. Banging and whistling, sighs, groans, all of a hard working man. The door was slightly opened upwards though, revealing two feet, from the ground, to the bottom of the door. It was mostly for ventilation.
But this evening, noises could be heard from behind a large, steel door of a decently sized garage. Banging and whistling, sighs, groans, all of a hard working man. The door was slightly opened upwards though, revealing two feet, from the ground, to the bottom of the door. It was mostly for ventilation.
"Dren girl, what do you see? Oh, agh!" came the gruffness of a voice, and right after that, a loud whistling, and then, the sound of an explosion. The door shook violently, and a large cloud of steam escaped from under the large door. Coughing could be heard, deep and throaty.
The coughing continued for at least a minute, and then a sigh of relief after it had ended. "What in the hell?" the voice said, and after, a series of whirrs, clicks, buzzes, and taps could be heard. "Nah Dren, you must be seeing things. Poor girl..."
More noises, a little angrier.
The coughing continued for at least a minute, and then a sigh of relief after it had ended. "What in the hell?" the voice said, and after, a series of whirrs, clicks, buzzes, and taps could be heard. "Nah Dren, you must be seeing things. Poor girl..."
More noises, a little angrier.
What little smoke and steam remained was cleared out after a small show of Rio waving his hands, trying to clear it himself. The little sunlight that came through the now open door shocked him, as he was used to the dim lighting of the few overhead lamps. Rio's entire front of his body was covered in black soot, including the bone plated welding mask he wore, which was still concealing his face.
Around the inside, half done projects scattered all over on the walls, and on tables. On the middle table, held his most recent project; a very (now, not so shiny) gauntlet type thing, bulky in size, ringed, and with a hole opened above the wrist.
"Now what's a young lassie got business doing here? Especially this time of the day. Youngin's like you ought to be headin' home, lest those boys on the streets get one too many ideas." He laughed heartily to himself.
Dren, on the other hand, was not too amuzed, and irritated whirrs emanated from inside her shell. A moment later, she was behind the object on the table, peering over, to look at the girl that had opened the door.
Around the inside, half done projects scattered all over on the walls, and on tables. On the middle table, held his most recent project; a very (now, not so shiny) gauntlet type thing, bulky in size, ringed, and with a hole opened above the wrist.
"Now what's a young lassie got business doing here? Especially this time of the day. Youngin's like you ought to be headin' home, lest those boys on the streets get one too many ideas." He laughed heartily to himself.
Dren, on the other hand, was not too amuzed, and irritated whirrs emanated from inside her shell. A moment later, she was behind the object on the table, peering over, to look at the girl that had opened the door.
What little smoke and steam remained was cleared out after a small show of Rio waving his hands, trying to clear it himself. The little sunlight that came through the now open door shocked him, as he was used to the dim lighting of the few overhead lamps. Rio's entire front of his body was covered in black soot, including the bone plated welding mask he wore, which was still concealing his face.
Around the inside, half done projects scattered all over on the walls, and on tables. On the middle table, held his most recent project; a very (now, not so shiny) gauntlet type thing, bulky in size, ringed, and with a hole opened above the wrist.
"Now what's a young lassie got business doing here? Especially this time of the day. Youngin's like you ought to be headin' home, lest those boys on the streets get one too many ideas." He laughed heartily to himself.
Dren, on the other hand, was not too amuzed, and irritated whirrs emanated from inside her shell. A moment later, she was behind the object on the table, peering over, to look at the girl that had opened the door.
Around the inside, half done projects scattered all over on the walls, and on tables. On the middle table, held his most recent project; a very (now, not so shiny) gauntlet type thing, bulky in size, ringed, and with a hole opened above the wrist.
"Now what's a young lassie got business doing here? Especially this time of the day. Youngin's like you ought to be headin' home, lest those boys on the streets get one too many ideas." He laughed heartily to himself.
Dren, on the other hand, was not too amuzed, and irritated whirrs emanated from inside her shell. A moment later, she was behind the object on the table, peering over, to look at the girl that had opened the door.
"Critter?..." He lifted his mask up, showing his slim face, and his elven ears. His hands wiped at his face, covered in sweat, leaving sooty trails where his fingers touched the skin. Setting the mask on the table, he walked over to where she was, and crouched down.
"That ain't no critter. That there's Dren, my little helper." He held out his hand, and smiled softly. "Well come here hunny, ain't the little darlin' goin' to hurt'cha. I promise on the power of steam."
The small mechanical spider came out, and climbed onto the hand of Rio, and made a series of curious whirrs and clicks in the direction of Nicola.
"Naw. Ain't no critter, Just ol' Dren. She's been with me a while longer than most people care to be around me." At this he scratched at his ears half-heartedly.
"That ain't no critter. That there's Dren, my little helper." He held out his hand, and smiled softly. "Well come here hunny, ain't the little darlin' goin' to hurt'cha. I promise on the power of steam."
The small mechanical spider came out, and climbed onto the hand of Rio, and made a series of curious whirrs and clicks in the direction of Nicola.
"Naw. Ain't no critter, Just ol' Dren. She's been with me a while longer than most people care to be around me." At this he scratched at his ears half-heartedly.
"Oh sheesh! It talks to. You must the critter she'd been looking for." It was quite marvelous indeed. Not only was there another spider design, but it talked, (Something he could've done with Dren, but preferred the noises. It was easier for him.)
He whistled softly to himself, Dren moving from hand to his shoulder, eyeing the one that was called Critter. "Kinda nice, seeing I'm not the only one with a spider design for a companion. Suppose I should drop that... Cowboy accent as well too. Dren never liked it..." He shook his head and scratched the back of his head.
"But, talking too? I was never partial to it. Moreso liked the noises she made. Kinda made it a little harder to figure out her 'language'. Plus, gave me something to do. So um. What does yours... Do?" Another spider, another engineer, just like himself. He never would have guessed.
He whistled softly to himself, Dren moving from hand to his shoulder, eyeing the one that was called Critter. "Kinda nice, seeing I'm not the only one with a spider design for a companion. Suppose I should drop that... Cowboy accent as well too. Dren never liked it..." He shook his head and scratched the back of his head.
"But, talking too? I was never partial to it. Moreso liked the noises she made. Kinda made it a little harder to figure out her 'language'. Plus, gave me something to do. So um. What does yours... Do?" Another spider, another engineer, just like himself. He never would have guessed.
"Rio Sharphart, at your service," the tall half-elf said, giving a low, elegant bow. As his head dipped, his mask fell off the top of his head, his ears now fully visible. Coming back up, he scooped the mask and placed it on the table next to him, all in one swift motion.
"Her name. No, that you do not know. It's not just Dren, it's D.R.E.N., or, Direct Renewal of Energy Nutrients. She... Eats. Whatever goes in, goes straight to fueling her. Not only that, but she can make sources of energy deposits to fuel other things as well. It's been quite helpful at times when there's... Nothing for fuel around."
"And well, now you know," he said, matter-of-factly, and was now leaning against an empty spot on the wall, the only place not cluttered with... Stuff.
"Her name. No, that you do not know. It's not just Dren, it's D.R.E.N., or, Direct Renewal of Energy Nutrients. She... Eats. Whatever goes in, goes straight to fueling her. Not only that, but she can make sources of energy deposits to fuel other things as well. It's been quite helpful at times when there's... Nothing for fuel around."
"And well, now you know," he said, matter-of-factly, and was now leaning against an empty spot on the wall, the only place not cluttered with... Stuff.
"Elf. Human. Half-elf. Yeah, that. My noble elven father won't acknowledge my existence because of my human mother. And my mother won't have live the life of poverty that she was in. I was an outcast in both worlds..."
His gaze dropped, and he patted Dren softly, a soft, lonely smile returning to his face. "Eventually, I built things with the scraps outside of the city. Then I made Dren. She's been with me ever since. Only friend I've come to know. Though sometimes I think she stays with me out of pity."
He nodded at Nicola. "So, Nadine, was it? What's your story?"
His gaze dropped, and he patted Dren softly, a soft, lonely smile returning to his face. "Eventually, I built things with the scraps outside of the city. Then I made Dren. She's been with me ever since. Only friend I've come to know. Though sometimes I think she stays with me out of pity."
He nodded at Nicola. "So, Nadine, was it? What's your story?"
While she told her story, of both her parents, and her short, not-so-special story of how she came here, Rio was back at the table he was at before the unexpected guests had arrived.
"Well, I'm sorry your story is so short. I would have loved to hear details of daring expeditions, lost love, found treasures, and sad goodbyes," he said, teasing her slightly, maybe urging her for more.
"Well, either way, if you're handy at working, and don't mind helping a stranger, I'd gladly pay you for your services... Especially getting this damnable gauntlet to work..." he groaned.
"Well, I'm sorry your story is so short. I would have loved to hear details of daring expeditions, lost love, found treasures, and sad goodbyes," he said, teasing her slightly, maybe urging her for more.
"Well, either way, if you're handy at working, and don't mind helping a stranger, I'd gladly pay you for your services... Especially getting this damnable gauntlet to work..." he groaned.
"Oh come now! You can hardly blame one for trying to stir up a little conversation about such an odd woman, coming to an exiled half-elves shop." He chuckled softly, and turned his attention back to the gauntlet.
"This thing. It's terrible. It's supposed to launch a grappling hook, attached to lengths of cable, or rope. But noooooo, all it does is explode in my face. Each. And. Every. Time."
He leaned on the table with both hands, his head bowed, and sighed.
"It just won't work..."
"This thing. It's terrible. It's supposed to launch a grappling hook, attached to lengths of cable, or rope. But noooooo, all it does is explode in my face. Each. And. Every. Time."
He leaned on the table with both hands, his head bowed, and sighed.
"It just won't work..."
"Eh? Rockets? Engine? Yes, much too big for a gauntlet. I've just got done trying a small engine, powered with Dren's energy, but, that, as you saw, completely backfired. I've thought of springs as well. Though what to use?"
He scratched his head, looking back and forth between the girl and the oversized glove. "But what would I use? No springs of such a small size would offer enough power. I mean, copper, brass, steel, all are a no go. Maybe iron, if you could manage it. But, it all just seems so... Out of reach."
Hours had been put into trying to make it work. Too many hours without much success was getting to him pretty bad. His face was hard, and irritated.
"What else?..."
He scratched his head, looking back and forth between the girl and the oversized glove. "But what would I use? No springs of such a small size would offer enough power. I mean, copper, brass, steel, all are a no go. Maybe iron, if you could manage it. But, it all just seems so... Out of reach."
Hours had been put into trying to make it work. Too many hours without much success was getting to him pretty bad. His face was hard, and irritated.
"What else?..."
He thought about if for a moment. Tense cord, and a locking mechanism to hold it once cocked. "Oh my. Yes! I have some whipcord lying around we could use for the rope. There's some bendy copper bands I've got around somewhere." He was excited, and in the excitement, he picked up the young girl, embraced her, and span around.
After that, he had realized what he had done. He coughed. "Ahem. Yes, that would do nicely." He fumbled to the back of the workshop, and a crashing could be heard. While he was back there, Dren made a series of dissatisfied clicks in the general direction of Nicola, and then a few satisfied, yet highly curious whirrs and hums towards the one known as Critter.
A few moments later, Rio came out from that back room, some copper rods, bands, and various lengths of whipcord and silk. He set them on the table. "These, should all do nicely," the half-elf said, a hint of fond satisfaction in his voice.
After that, he had realized what he had done. He coughed. "Ahem. Yes, that would do nicely." He fumbled to the back of the workshop, and a crashing could be heard. While he was back there, Dren made a series of dissatisfied clicks in the general direction of Nicola, and then a few satisfied, yet highly curious whirrs and hums towards the one known as Critter.
A few moments later, Rio came out from that back room, some copper rods, bands, and various lengths of whipcord and silk. He set them on the table. "These, should all do nicely," the half-elf said, a hint of fond satisfaction in his voice.
"Okay, well... Watch."
He reached through the opening near the wrist of the glove, and pulled on something. On the backhand side, the glove opened up, fully, revealing the melted down engine, and pieces of burned fiber. At this, he sighed, and pulled everything out, putting it on the far end of the table. Scrap. Next, he pulled out the moderate sized grappling hook, and set it to the side. Reusable.
"A small lever..." He grabbed one of the copper bars, and popped it into a hooked slot, in the bottom of the opening, and it clicked. Next he did that with a sturdier piece, further up towards the wrist. That also, snapped into place, but wouldn't move. "Look away." As he said this, he brought the mask back to him and put it on, and sparks flew, attaching two pieces of bendy copper bars to the frontal bar. When he finished, he lifted the mask up. "Bow done."
Rio looked between the whipcord, and the silk. Settling on the silk, he tied knots on each side, and slid them into small notches into each end of the 'bow'. "Line done."
One last piece... He went back to the back room, and came out with a much longer, finer rope of silk, and smiled to himself. To the back of the grappling hook he attached it, and to the base of the frontal bar he attached the other end. The back lever pulled forward, and grabbed the line attached to the copper bars, and he pulled it back. He also fed the finer silk rope attached to the grappling hook through a hydraulic reel, which would pull the the hook back to the glove, or the person to the hook, depending on the results of the shot.
He pushed the lids on it closed, and it all snapped into place with a satisfying click, and a huge, loving grin appeared on his face. "Piece done. And I have none to thank but you." And the grin shot in her direction.
He reached through the opening near the wrist of the glove, and pulled on something. On the backhand side, the glove opened up, fully, revealing the melted down engine, and pieces of burned fiber. At this, he sighed, and pulled everything out, putting it on the far end of the table. Scrap. Next, he pulled out the moderate sized grappling hook, and set it to the side. Reusable.
"A small lever..." He grabbed one of the copper bars, and popped it into a hooked slot, in the bottom of the opening, and it clicked. Next he did that with a sturdier piece, further up towards the wrist. That also, snapped into place, but wouldn't move. "Look away." As he said this, he brought the mask back to him and put it on, and sparks flew, attaching two pieces of bendy copper bars to the frontal bar. When he finished, he lifted the mask up. "Bow done."
Rio looked between the whipcord, and the silk. Settling on the silk, he tied knots on each side, and slid them into small notches into each end of the 'bow'. "Line done."
One last piece... He went back to the back room, and came out with a much longer, finer rope of silk, and smiled to himself. To the back of the grappling hook he attached it, and to the base of the frontal bar he attached the other end. The back lever pulled forward, and grabbed the line attached to the copper bars, and he pulled it back. He also fed the finer silk rope attached to the grappling hook through a hydraulic reel, which would pull the the hook back to the glove, or the person to the hook, depending on the results of the shot.
He pushed the lids on it closed, and it all snapped into place with a satisfying click, and a huge, loving grin appeared on his face. "Piece done. And I have none to thank but you." And the grin shot in her direction.
He wiped at his brow, which had grown sweaty. Even menial tasks of creation had set him to a sweat. He was always nervous about failure. "Now, there's no real time to test it, as it's getting late. But I do have something. I hope you don't mind."
Without waiting for an answer, he went once again to the backroom, and a moment later, he was back. "I come, bearing gifts!"
And indeed he did. In one hand, was a small briefcase, about the size of a phonebook. In the other hand, was Dren. He hefted the small case, and handed it over to Nicola. "For you, Nadine, I present you with credits! One should not take credit for anothers' work. Not unless it is properly paid for." It was 30,000 credits, in fact.
"And you, mister Critter, have caught the eyes of a special little Dren here, and she would like to know, if you would, well, perhaps, accompany her for a night." He let out a light chuckle, and set Dren down on the ground, so she could do as she willed.
Without waiting for an answer, he went once again to the backroom, and a moment later, he was back. "I come, bearing gifts!"
And indeed he did. In one hand, was a small briefcase, about the size of a phonebook. In the other hand, was Dren. He hefted the small case, and handed it over to Nicola. "For you, Nadine, I present you with credits! One should not take credit for anothers' work. Not unless it is properly paid for." It was 30,000 credits, in fact.
"And you, mister Critter, have caught the eyes of a special little Dren here, and she would like to know, if you would, well, perhaps, accompany her for a night." He let out a light chuckle, and set Dren down on the ground, so she could do as she willed.
"Well, mind you... That piece of work is going to fetch a price of quite a bit more than what I've just offered you. It's more of a... Finder's fee." He smiled softly, and placed the briefcase on the table. Still an offer.
"As for you, little gal, I suppose you got yourself a date!" He smiled, and prodded her with his foot. "Now go on, go have your fun."
He shuffled back around to the few tables, small projects left unfinished, and bigger ones even more so. "Well, this is all I've got to my name. This workshop, Dren, deft hands, and a little too much imagination."
"As for you, little gal, I suppose you got yourself a date!" He smiled, and prodded her with his foot. "Now go on, go have your fun."
He shuffled back around to the few tables, small projects left unfinished, and bigger ones even more so. "Well, this is all I've got to my name. This workshop, Dren, deft hands, and a little too much imagination."
"Just... Just engines? My, that's no work for a thoughtful young engineer like yourself. You belong doing this!" he motioned to the entirety of his workshop. "Not just sitting around wasting your time as... A.. A grease monkey! Your talents are much better suited to inventing, and creation."
A look of discontent, and slight worry crossed his face. "But please, please take the money. I mean, it is the least I could do for your ideas. Well, it was either pay you, or ask you for more ideas, in which I would insist to pay you for those, as well. Or, maybe even a partnership! Nah... That's too far fetched."
"Anyways, I've babbled. What would you like?" he asked, and placed his hands back on the table in front of him.
A look of discontent, and slight worry crossed his face. "But please, please take the money. I mean, it is the least I could do for your ideas. Well, it was either pay you, or ask you for more ideas, in which I would insist to pay you for those, as well. Or, maybe even a partnership! Nah... That's too far fetched."
"Anyways, I've babbled. What would you like?" he asked, and placed his hands back on the table in front of him.
"Look, take the money, spend a little, get some clothes, some nice goggles, shoes, maybe a frilly skirt. After a little of that, you can come back here after you've thought a little about my partnership offer. Ideas like yours, should not be set to waste."
He stretched out, and yawned a big. "Sound like a deal? Please say yes."
He stretched out, and yawned a big. "Sound like a deal? Please say yes."
"Oh no, no not at all. Us tinkering engineers have to stick together. Brotherhood, companionship, and whatnot, right? Anyways, my door is always open to you." He gave a soft smile.
"But, I should retire for tonight. Tomorrow then?"
"But, I should retire for tonight. Tomorrow then?"
It was quiet in the shop, but the large garage door was open a little ways, just as usual, for the fresh air, and for wanderers to discover the shop on the inside. A few muffled noises could be heard from inside, and then a loud, dull thud. A sigh of relief. A hand appeared at the bottom of the door, and lifted up. Rio stood there, sweating lightly.
"Well hello hello, the both of you!" he smiled and scratched his thick black hair on the back of his head. "Come on in, I've been awaiting your arrival." Rio ushered the both of them in, and closed the garage door, but never all the way. He made his way to the closest table, and on it, was a brass cube, about 2x2x2 feet.
"Well? How do you like it?" The cube was perfectly smooth, on all six sides, weighed a little too much, and had a single hole in the middle of the top face.
"Well hello hello, the both of you!" he smiled and scratched his thick black hair on the back of his head. "Come on in, I've been awaiting your arrival." Rio ushered the both of them in, and closed the garage door, but never all the way. He made his way to the closest table, and on it, was a brass cube, about 2x2x2 feet.
"Well? How do you like it?" The cube was perfectly smooth, on all six sides, weighed a little too much, and had a single hole in the middle of the top face.
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*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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Aneres Coreveon wasn't dressed as obscurely as she would have liked to believe. The shimmering white kimono-style overlayer embroidered with golden moons down the sleeves, the long-hemmed fringe coming to rest just above the hemline of golden bell-bottoms. Beneath was a plain white top. A golden chain poked out from the collar but the rest of it was tucked beneath the shirt.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
There was nothing Aneres could do about the bodyguards who followed her, but she had grown used to that to some degree. At least they let her style them at this point. It made everyone's job easier.
Aneres flicked golden braids to look one way up the street, then the other, then back again. A grunt from one of the bodyguards signaled that it was alright to cross. Halfway across the street she felt a slight tremor of energy. The bodyguards picked up their pace and hurried Aneres across. She didn't protest. They came to stop a stone's throw from a mercedes, a man perched atop the back.
"Did you feel that?" Aneres asked the man, half looking down her nose despite the fact that he was literally seated higher up than where she stood. Her tone wasn't pretentious but there was something about it that dripped with royalty.
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