Padlock et Usgoh
Sur un ferry qui a pris des passagers, qu'il s'agisse de voyageurs, d'archéologues, d'universitaires, de visiteurs ou simplement de personnes cherchant quelque part à se cacher, était un duo improbable : un scélérat humain, Ulysse ou 'Padlock', et un guerrier Shafari, l'un des derniers de son genre, Usgoh. Tous deux étaient ici pour une raison, et c'était pour se cacher d'un des hommes qu'ils ont triché d'une cargaison d'alcool, qui était illégale dans le pays où ils étaient, qui a ensuite mis une prime de cinquante mille dollars sur leur tête, double s'ils étaient morts. Une fois que le ferry s'est amarré, Padlock et Usgoh sont descendus et se sont dirigés vers le rivage, avant de s'enfuir dans la forêt, à la confusion des autres passagers.
Une fois qu'ils ont senti qu'ils étaient assez loin, Padlock et Usgoh se sont arrêtés et ont parlé. "Dieu merci, je n'ai trompé Artie qu'une fois, l'ai fait encore et il aurait-" Padlock a été coupé par Oussgoh rugissant, "Roooooourgh."
"Quoi? Quatre fois? Je ne l'ai pas trompé quatre fois!"
"Huuuuuuuuuuuooooooooooourgh."
"D'accord, peut-être que j'ai oublié quelques bouteilles d'alcool quelques fois, mais ce n'est pas tricher s'il ne le découvre pas!"
"Hurrrr."
"Oui, c'est tricher si on ne le livre jamais, mais quand même!" Les deux ont continué à se quereller pendant quelques minutes avant de s'arrêter et de s'asseoir sur un arbre tombé.
"Hurrrrr"?
"Tu me dis quoi maintenant, tu es l'indigène de cet endroit!" Avec ça, ils sont tous les deux restés silencieux alors qu'ils pensaient à ce qu'il fallait faire ensuite.
(N'importe qui est libre de tomber sur Padlock ou Usgoh, sinon alors... ils vont rester dans la forêt pour toujours)
"Name?" "The name's Ulysses Martin Chambers, but most call me Padlock."
"Gender?" "Ain't it obvious? I'm a guy."
"Age?" "I'm twenty-four years old."
"Race?" "Obviously human."
"Summary of your past?" "Rogue. Scoundrel. Bad guy... These are all words you could use to describe me, and all of them are true. All my life, I've devoted it to stealing from, lying to and cheating people to get by in life. Only one person, my companion Osguh here, knows much about me. All you need to know is that I'm going to the Continent to..." Padlock paused for a second, before saying: "Look, it doesn't matter. I just need to get off the mainland for a while."
"Almost done here, your luggage?" "Uh, let's see... I've got my gun," Padlock paused to pull out a very large revolver with a leather grip and a heavy duty barrel. "I call it the Howlin' Hand Cannon, official name is Colt Model 2451 Z-AEN. I've got my clothes," he gestured to his black vest, tan undershirt, blue jeans (with a loose belt, which itself is adorned with a holster) and black boots. "and myself."
"Great sir. Last but not least, your passport photo." "Ah, how could I forget?" With that, Padlock looked at the camera intently before the person taking his information for a passport took the photo and stamped a small print of his face on the passport:

"Here you are sir, enjoy your trip to the Continent."


"Name?" Osguh, being a large furry beast with an inability to speak... Well, any language, lets out a strange sound, like a growl or a roar... Sounded something like "Hurrrrrr". "Excuse me?" Then, Padlock butts in and says: "Uh, he doesn't speak English. I'll fill out the info for him."
"Okay... Name?" "Osguh."
"Gender?" "Male."
"Age?" "When we first met, he said he was about twenty, and that was nine years ago... Put down twenty-nine." "Wait... You can understand that thing?" "Yeah, why?" "I... *sigh* Let's get on with this."
"Race?" "He's a Shafari, a native to... Some wacky country. Came from the place ten years ago and never told anyone where he was from until he told me. Now he's kind of open about it."
"Summary of your past?" "He was just wandering around, living his day to day life as... Well, nothing, really. He feasted on scraps and trash before I met him, then we formed a partnership: he keeps me safe and I feed him. Been like that for nine years. That's about it."
"Alright... Luggage?" "Just himself and his rifle."
"Lastly, photo." Osguh then stood in front of a camera, letting out another roar, and looked on at the camera as it took the picture:

"Alright gentlemen, enjoy your trip."

Might've straight up ripped off Han Solo and Chewbacca... But meh. I'll get to posing tomorrow.
EDIT: Didn't post tomorrow.