Rachel Becket, aka "Chyna"

OK, confession time...before KTDA, I had never been involved in gaming of any kind. So when it came to creating my first character, I did what most people do--modeled her after a piece of myself. From there she grew and definitely became her own person. Many years & many great characters later, I still think Chyna is my best.

What follows is my very first post in KTDA. It wasn't much, because I was verrry unsure of myself! But it was a beginning. Thanks to the help of a lot of friends, a lot of players, and a lot of great characters, it was definitely the beginning of what has become a wild!

Thanks, you guys!
  
  
"Stormriver Camp"

*A crowd starts gathering outside the stockade. Seems like all the Stormriver tribe are coming in from every direction, heading toward the center of their camp. The Diablo prisoners move to the fence, looking out.*

Diablo Captive #1: Can you see what's happening?
Diablo Captive #2: Looks like company. More captives maybe.

*The Stormriver leader walks out of a hangar towards a girl in the midst of the crowd. She puts her backpack on the ground and they link arms, seeming to be on friendly terms.*

Diablo Captive #1: Do you know who that is?
Diablo Captive #2: I've seen her before. Chyna. Didn't know she was Stormriver.

Diablo Captive #1: She's not. Chyna's a loner, never stays in one place long. But if she's here, now, these must be gettin' ready to make their move on our tribe.

Diablo Captive #2: How do you figure? What difference is one girl?

Diablo Captive #1: You don't know? I've never seen it, but I've heard Chyna's tough as any guy, not afraid to mix it up. If she can stir this lot up, that's not an advantage I'd want Stormriver to have over our tribe. *grasps fence in both hands and rattles it* We need to find a way outa here. We need to warn our tribe, man.

*Only a few feet away from the stockade, the crowd stops. The girl called Chyna--solemn in dark dust-stained clothes, with a thick braid of midnight hair down her back--shifts her gaze over the faces of the captives, knowing no one. Her blue eyes are cold. She doesn't seem very enthusiastic about whatever Stormriver has planned. As she listens to the gaggle of excited voices, her eyes meet Hawk's. Then Xeno's.*

Chyna: (What did I expect? I heard Stormriver had turned slavers. But this?) *shakes head and turns to tribe leader, focusing on him, trying to hide her disgust* (He expects me to help him?) *moves with the crowd toward the main hangar, but eyes drift back to the slave-pen* Yes, it's good to see old friends again. But I don't know that I can be much help.

Stormriver Leader: I know you too well, Chyna. I'm willing to pay for your...skills. We're all glad you're here. Come and eat. Let's talk about it.

Chyna: (Now I just have to get myself out of here with a whole skin. Who knows? Maybe I can put a monkey wrench in their war plans along the way.)

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-Chyna

Art courtesy of Infernal-Imp... with thanks...