Snowflake

[Snowflake]

Main Base: The Land
Name: Vazkho Sokolov
Nicknames: Hound-dog
Role: Cloak

Character Pitch:

[spacer]Never the particularly strong or skilled one Vazkho relied on wit and adaptability to find his way. At young age he saw his family business, a simple watchmaker's tinkershop, fall into bankruptcy so bad his entire family had to move down Underground. Age 13, unwilling to leave and angry at the world. With nothing on his side he ran, hid and relied on scraps to get through the day and night. All until one day there was a situation in The Centre, a Cloak was after a criminal and where everyone ducked for cover or ran as far away from the chase, Vazkho cut off the Criminal. He couldn't stop the man, of course, but it gave the Cloak enough time to react and bring the scoundrel down. There his new life began, his spirit and strength of will was obvious to the Inquisitor and he made Vazkho start training to become a fellow Cloak.[/spacer]

[spacer]He wasted no time taking to the street and utilizing the skills given by the superior Cloaks. He worked enough to be considered competent, made enough serious busts to get on the radar of some Floaters. When the first letter showed up asking for a small alteration to his patrol he knew what was coming. Sly as he was he complied immediately. One by one more favours were asked of him, some even required subtle bending of the law. And still he complied. To most it looked like someone in The Sky said jump and Vazkho jumped as far as he could. But there was a bit more to it, as it often is.[/spacer]

[spacer]You see, Vazkho, while he tried not to push his luck too far and reveal to others just what he was doing a few circumstances required him to become greedy. He had a kid sister, one that was consigned to the Underworld along with his parents. First thing he did was drag her out from the dregs and filth. Gave her a home, food and warmth. But that was not enough, she needed Medicine, taken straight from the Sky. He needed money to keep her alive, but that is a mere short term solution. What he really needed was to get them both into The Sky. While he was unlikely to ever get there on the count of being a Cloak that could be bought, his sister was a different story entirely. The other Cloaks call him Hound-dog, an animal much like the criminals. Some even think he is just as bad, most have no idea he just wants to get his sister into The Sky and the safety of the Embryo.[/spacer]

[spacer]Not all of it was bad. Few Floaters had some good natured requests too. While his desperation made it so he cannot exactly hand pick the requests he wants to fulfill he feels much better when they come from a more honest source. There's plenty of filth in the lower levels of the City and knowing that The Sky isn't a home to pure evil makes him hopeful that one day his sister could live the easy life up there. In a way he would do anything to keep her safe and get her to The Sky.[/spacer]​

Appearance:

Lifted the pic from here.

 

[Snowflake]

Main Base: The Underground
Name: Jack
Nicknames: Ratchet, Junkrat
Role: Rat, Criminal (Chattering Choughs)
Character Pitch:
[spacer]Jack grew up near the Ovens, where the piles of trash were tallest. He never knew his parents he was too young when they died or gave him up, or maybe he even got lost. For whatever reason he was found by some trash dwellers who made a living out of scavenging the heaps for anything useful. Working clockworks, spare parts, scraps of food etc. They had no name for the boy so they just called him Jack, he didn't seem to mind and very quickly took a liking to it. The scavengers made it all seem like a game to him, whoever brings the most useful thing wins, of course the little boy loved the it.[/spacer]
[spacer]Jack's parents must have been some sort of talented tinkerers or so he thought since he loved messing about with broken down clockworks and machines trying to fix or re-purpose them. Most of the times this failed terribly as he had no education to speak of but occasionally things would just click and he would make a rotating thing rotate, or a lifting thing lift. Then he would try and figure out how to put those two things together, so that the lifting thing helps the rotating thing rotate and he would call it Moving thing. Anyone with any education would take one look at his devices and think they are useless and pointless, and in a way they would be correct. However, Jack didn't see it like that. He kept making these pointless engines only to figure out months later that he could use them for something. It didn't help that he was terribly proud of his Moving Things and Ticking Objects, despite their uselessness.[/spacer]
[spacer]His first run-in with the Choughs was when Brulow caught Jack riding one of his Moving Things like a small mechanical horse. Jack had no idea what a horse was but this thing he made gave him a lot of joy just riding it and trying to stay on top as long as possible. He was about 12 then, a small gentleman's wager was placed. If Brulow could outlast Jack, then Jack would join up with the Choughs and help them out any way he can. Naturally that is exactly what happened, Brulow had all the advantage of an acrobat while Jack only ever surfed on trash and often fell on his face near the bottom. Regardless of that he more than happily joined the soon to be child gang, sadly most of his Moving and Rotating Things were left behind as they served no practical use and were too bulky to move.[/spacer]
[spacer]Unlike most of the Choughs, Jack was not too fit for sleight of hand tricks or daring acrobatics, instead he dedicated himself to other things that the group could use such as distracting mechanisms and lockpicking. His marvelous inventions include but are not limited to, Ringing thing, Screaming thing, Shattering thing and Smelly thing. The last one in particular tends to be his favourite as he happened upon it by accident when some sort of thick liquid got inside the Shattering thing and instead of breaking into tiny pieces it burst into some sort of disgustingly smelly gas. Even now his things seem to just barely work, he often eyeballs the Things and that results in a high ratio of them failing.[/spacer]
[spacer]Regardless of whether it's by providing the group with various tools, making some new ones such as the Rope Throwing Thing or just picking locks for them he enjoys their company a great deal, loving the carefree attitude of doing whatever they feel like. Most of all he enjoys that they often bring him strange new Things. There's a certain fire in his eyes whenever he sees a new more complex machinery which often consumes him until he breaks it and tries to rig it into yet another pointless contraption. One time he was actually spotted by some stray reporter who dubbed him Junkrat for being filthy and covered in what must have seemed like scrap metal, but for the most part the Choughs call him Ratchet, occasionally Jack.[/spacer]
Appearance: Jack is short and skinny at roughly 5'2". He's often dressed in filthy clothes covered in oil or rust stains. His hands are covered in all sorts of scars and bruises from working with machinery and sticking fingers where they shouldn't go. It's a wonder he still has all of them. A bulky funny looking utility belt adorns his waist holding his tools and a few throwable Things. More recently he's taken a habit to lug around a bulky tool he calls the Rope Throwing Thing which seems to only work half the time but he never seems to leave the hideout without it.