Maybe Jasper does the Astro.
Maybe Jasper does the Astro...
Maybe Jasper does the Astro. Astro.

So I went on a trip, through Waco.
And I drove past a motel called ASTRO.
$26 a night. One of those cheap motels...
But we drove on.

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The year is 4107. 1000 years ago, the earth shattered. Now the atmosphere has spread around, slightly breathable. Most chunks of the earth are uninhabitable. The people's lungs have adapted to the air, their bodies to the climate, it's cold, and dark. In some places it's as good as new, other's it's primitive. The sun will never shine, at least not on the Astro. Part of an ancient civilization, over 2000 years old. An old round about, with a fairly nice gravity engine. It's got a small supermarket, and a motel. The cheapest motel in the galaxy Cosmelot. This is the Astro. Run by a man known as Merlin. Merlin goes around Cosmelot, refurbishing hotels, the Astro being his first one. He left his two daughters to run it. You're more likely to see Guinevere at the desk, and Iseult cleaning, or helping people to their room.

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Guinevere: Quaint Sheep
Age: 15
Appearance: Layered auburn hair a few inches past her shoulders. A bit shorter than average for her age. Green hazel eyes, very long eyelashes.
Personality: Eccentric, spontaneous, she's cute in a quaint sort of way. She just might be the most sarcastic person you ever met.

Iseult: [insert username here]
Personality: A loving sister to Guinevere. She's clumsy, but optimistic, while her sister is sarcastic and occasionally moody.

Username: Yoshaki
Name: Samuel Choke
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is a fairly short man sitting at 5 and a half feet. His hair is jet black and slightly long hanging a bit off his head, and extending down his neck in the back. His eyes a odd shade of gray. His skin pale by nature, darkened by the old bonds of nationality. He is well proportioned and in a slight bit muscular. But nothing so impressive to brag about. Enough for a normal guy not to hate himself over.
Personality: A bit awkward to a point when he first approaches others he likes to have control and will work around often to getting it. He is a kind man though, without too much in the way of meaness. Just a little wierd.


Arturius: kriss50
Age: 18
Appearance: http://s58.photobucket.com/albums/g2...t=ANIME-61.jpg
Personality: The quiet one, a bit of a fighter, but usually calm, just silent.

Lyonesse: The Lost Girl
Age: 19
Appearance: Really tall, Dark Blonde hair, dark Green eyes, tanned skin, and glasses.

Personality: A bit of a tomboy, she's quirky, but extremely attractive.

Morgan: [username here]
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:

Username: Admonished Nonsense
Name: Winter David Smith
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance: Winter David Smith
Winter being a traveler of sorts wears a large black trench coat, many silver buckles lining up the slick long coat that travels down to his feet. It fits close to his body, yet Winter is a man who knows how to kill and it is adapted for easy movement. Under this coat, before his dress clothes can be seen he wears a simple black hoodie to block the cold that seems to shadow the entire world.
Personality: Winter is a loyal man, loyal to his friends, the few that still alive. A man who knows his manners, and his place, though sometimes he forgets. He speaks his mind as much as he can, but he is almost always calm. A borne killer, but all killers have some romantic side to them; his is his manners and his kind voice that rarely wavers, his lusts, his likes, and even his dislikes.

Galahad: [username]
Character: Galahad
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:

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When you decide you want to be, you get to add a bit too!

Username:
Character:
Appearance:

Just post that, and I'll add it to the character skeleton.


Who's who?

[one character only please, for now, might change later]

Guinevere: Quaint Sheep
Iseult:
Gawaine:
Arturius: kriss50
Lyonesse:
Morgan: Muggles Running Amock
Lancelot:
Galahad:

As for new characters we will have a limit for how many can be made. We'll just stop when I feel like there's enough.

Username: 
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
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Rules:
Be cool.
Be literate.
A bit of homosexuality is allowed.
Romance is encouraged.
Cybering will be reported.
Follow the TOS.

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Open!
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Username: Muggles Running Amok
Character: Morgan
Appearance: Of average height, shoulder length brown hair with streaks of darker brown. Brown eyes.

Guinevere sat behind the counter, slumped over the slick wood. She looked around, "vacancy... As usual..." She slowly pushed herself upwards, and stretched. She turned to see all 15 of the room keys, neatly hanging in rows on hooks, on a bulletin behind her. Only 1 key was not up there, and that was her sister's room, she shared that room with Gawaine, her husband. Now they were asleep, she always stayed up during the nights, and she stole small naps, when they switched out. But they would not switch out for another 5 or 6 hours. She sat down in a chair, and picked up the closest book. "King Arthur and His Knights," she read aloud to no one. She opened to the back of the front cover, "Charles Munford, Dec. 15th 1935." She gasped, this book was over two thousand years old. No wonder the pages were all a dark golden brown, especially the on the edges. She very carefully opened to the first page. It was midnight. On top of a very large mountain...

An average looking girl walked into the lobby of the Astro motel. She had been drifting around the area and was looking for some peace and quiet...
Morgan glanced up at the girl behind the counter and plopped down on a couch, quietly singing along to her vintage MP3 player.

"I am heres, you are heres, you are me, and we all together..." she chanted softly.

She pulled out her notebook and doodled a bit on the paper, procrastinating from her homework.

Guinevere had just the finished the first chapter, when she looked up to see a girl inside the lobby. She popped her head up, and looked at her almost peculiarly, "need a room? They're pretty cheap." She said, this was what she always said, or something along the line of, 'VACANCY! VACANCY, GET A ROOM! NOW!' but she didn't use that one very often. Guinevere was now standing, ready to help this girl. She noticed the earphones in, and hoped she'd been loud enough. Seeing as she didn't do her yelling routine this time around.

Morgan thought she heard something over her incorrectly interpreted music, but she shrugged it off and continued bobbing her head, doodling, being spacey.

Guinevere, now a little frustrated, yelled, "HEY!" She nearly bellowed it, but she'd had a very uneventful evening, and no one had stayed inside the hotel other than her and Iseult and Gawaine, in about 2 or 3 months.

Upon hearing another's voice, Morgan shot up and turned around to the source. She took off her headphones and looked intensely at Guinevere, curious and calculating.

"What?" she asked simply.

Guinevere smirked at Morgan, "well you're here aren't you? Whattabout a room?" She retorted to her 'customers' ignorance. She was anxious to have a customer, this one was interesting. Guinevere looked down, and back up at Morgan, "sorry. Welcome to The Astro, cheap, cozy, vacant. But a decent breakfast. We usually only cook for three, but we could bump that up one if you like?" She smiled.

Morgan raised an eyebrow. She enjoyed breakfast, unlike so many girls her age.

"Uhm, sure. I'd like a room and breakfast. Why not?"

A wide smile spread across Guinevere's face. "Well then, let's get you a room." She turned to find a key, she pulled one of, looking at the label on it she pulled out a pen, and opened a book with a list of names in it. "Name please."

She got up to go to the counter to be closer to Guinevere and get her key.

"Morgan Miller," she said in response to her request.

Guinevere nearly laughed at her last name, but stifle it by clearing her throat. "Okay Miss Miller, allow me to show you to your room, just one moment!" She jotted down her name, and pulled out a receipt from a small machine she had just punched something into. "Here you go, 26 dollars, here's your key. This way!" Guinevere always loved showing people to their rooms, whether it was proving that the rooms were quite cozy, or just the thrill of running things.

Morgan thought she saw a flicker of laughter in Guinevere's eyes at her name. She wrinkled her brow, took her key, and followed Guinevere.

"Oh, and was there anything about my name you found interesting? I noticed something in your expression, dear..." she asked, smart and dreamily at the same time.

Guinevere's face formed a massive smirk, "your last name... Oh never mind. Here's your room," she opened the door, to show one nice bed, well made, and a bedside table with a lamp. "Bathroom's to the right, closet's in the back, enjoy your stay, breakfast opens at 8 am tomorrow morning, it ends at 10, of course if you get up later we'll still serve you. Okay bye!" Guinevere left the room before she could be questioned again.

Morgan looked and walked into her room. She wrinkled her brow again at Guinevere's vagueness, but before she could turn to question yet again, she was gone.

She flopped herself down on her bed, still clutching her file binder thing. She opened it to find homework and groaned. She picked up her calculator and started playing with it instead.

Guinevere stepped back into her room, behind the desk area, only one wall away from Morgan's room. She slumped down on her couch. For a few moments she just looked at the ceiling, then her hand. The calluses on her left hand were very thick, she'd been playing guitar, and ancient instrument, for about 7 years now. She looked over at her guitar, years of use had tainted the wax, so it showed a rough, flat, tan, but it sounded beautiful. So she leaned over and picked it up, she didn't have a pick, so she just played with her finger, hoping she wasn't disturbing anyone.

She couldn't think of that one term that started with an "E"... She put her pen to her lips and clicked it repeatedly, trying to finish her English IV paper on syntax. Even though it was a very, very old subject, her teachers had told her that English was still valuable today, and she couldn't have agreed more with them.

The gears in Morgan's brain began to turn, and suddenly, she heard music coming from the other side of her wall. She sat perfectly still with her ear against the wall for a minute or two, thought, and then thought to herself that, surely, she was hearing a guitar. She wondered who was playing, then listened to the melody some more. It sounded like something Guinevere, the girl behind the counter, she noted, would play.

Guinevere continued to play, a bit louder, and quicker. She loved her guitar, she named it Persephone, because that was the name it said on the front of the body. Maybe it was a brand, maybe it was something there, left from hundreds of years previous. Guinevere loved to know the history of things, items, how they got to where they were now, who owned them, who handled them, what it's story was.

Username: kriss50
Character: Arturius Pendragon
Appearance: Arturius
Arturius is a bounty hunter, even if he doesn't look like it.
At the moment he is on vacation, his boss having forced it upon him