OK, I hope this is better, I added a lot to History and Family, and
tweaked Personality too.


Location: Roanoke

Senshi: Rigel, Astra Senshi of Support

Name: Troy Warrant

Meaning: Troy: Foot Soldier
Warrant: Justification/Trust/Authorization

Age: 20

Birth date: June 8

Astrological Sign: Gemini

Blood Type: O

Family:
Younger brothers, Eric and Bobby
His brothers look a lot like him at their age. They have oval faces,
high cheekbones and thin lips. They have light brown goldenish somewhat
deepset eyes, with the family’s slanted eyebrows, and light brown hair
that is extemely thick Bobby has somewhat more of a broad forehead and
his eyes tend more to grey than Eric’s. Eric is the overacheiver of the
family, he is into sports and is popular in school, and Bobby is shy and
quiet and has some self esteem issues. Eric is 12 and Bobby is 11.
His mother is Barbara Palmer. She is 38, having Had Troy when she was
19. She is 5’4 and 198lb. She has light brown hair striking blue eyes,
and a fair complexion that burns easily. She has an oval face with a
wide forehead. She has a tired out look, and is out of shape, she
leaves the house only when she has to and lives in her own little world
consiting of religion, soap operas and denial about her husbands
infidelity. She is out of touch with Troy, their conversations
consisting mostly of generic questions and answers like, how was school,
and just fine. She also nags him about chores, beleiving that this
means being an active parent. She is a pushover for the younger boys,
letting them do practically whatever they want, but mostly she expects
them to take care of themselves in terms of getting lunch and rides to
little league, and expects Troy to keep them out of trouble around the
house.
His father is Archie Warrant, the second or thrird most popular guy on
the high school football team. He is 6’0 and has greying, formerly dark
thich hair cut short. He is strong, beefy with broad shoulders, from
his physically demanding job and active youth. He has slanted eybrows
over deepset dark brown eyes. He is clean shaven, and is overall, in
very good shape for his 42 years.
He has no aunts, uncles or cousins on his mother’s side, and 4 uncles, 2
aunts and a multitude of cousins much younger than him on his fathers.
He sees these mostly on holidays and family events like his
grandmother’s birthday party. He generally thinks that they are a bunch
of spoiled brats, with the exception of his youngest aunt Katy’s two
kids, Elizabeth and Tyler who are 6 and 7 and who he babysits for for
money every once in a while.
His fathers mother is still alive and chain-smokes menthol cigarettes.
She always bugs him to get into sports, which he did not like, and she
always treated him 3 years younger than he really was. She is the
matriarch of the family, and tends to favor the boys. She intimidated
Troy with her loud voice and unpleasant smell when he was younger, but
since middle school he just avoided her because she always wanted to
lecture him about stuff and make him do chores.
His mother’s parents are both still alive, but he hardly ever sees them
as they are in a retirement home in another town and his father will
never agree to visit them.

School: High school Dropout

Likes: Fast food, all night parties, political riots and
demonstrations, card tricks (of which he knows a lot), singing along to
buttrock, sketch comedy, folk rock bands, old sci-fi books, drunken male
bonding, drunken male-female bonding (if you know what I mean) poetry,

Dislikes: Being called white trash, television, especially programs
featuring unrealistically attractive people, bigots of all kinds, being
insulted by children, holes in his socks (which are a constant problem),
getting kicked out of restaurants, bars or other public places and
people who think they are too cool to talk to him.

Fav. Food: cheese fries

Hated Food: nigiri sushi he tried it once and almost puked.
Fav. Subject: economics/politics

Hated Subject: philosophy

Color: Yellow

Hobbies: drinking, music, reading vintage science fiction, surfing the
Internet, customizing his clothing.

Aspirations: He unrealistically hopes to change the world by ending
racism, sexism, and homophobia etc one person at a time. He also
unrealistically hopes to be president. Besides that he hopes to get
along day to day. In general, he avoids aspirations because he doubts
his ability to achieve goals.

Gemstone: Galena (lead crystal)

History: Parents met at Eastern Oregon State College where he was
after a history degree and playing football and she was studying English
and looking for a husband. They got married and moved to his hometown
where he got a job assistant managing a lumberyard. This is what was
going on when Troy was born. Troy’s father soon started having an
affair with a friend of his brother, a high school student who must not
have known any better. At first he tried to keep his infidelity
discreet, but eventually he stopped caring and began to be seen all over
town with his frequently young mistresses. Troy’s mother retreated into
religion and soap operas, staying at home most of the time.
With neither of his parents taking an active interest in his life, Troy
grew up for the most part unsupervised. His mother’s idea of discipline
was to tell him he would be damned to hell for not minding. When hid
did something extra bad, his father would beat him with a wooden spoon.
When he was seven years old, his mother became pregnant and had his
brother Eric. The next year, she had another boy, Robert (Bobby). Troy
frequently babysat his brothers, but was resentful of the fact that he
had to do so. In elementary school he did well although as an
introspective young child he was never very popular with the other
kids. As he got older, he got wilder, and built up a daredevil
reputation. He was the guy who got payed three dollers to eat mustard
packets. The teachers always said he didn’t apply himself, and they
were right, but he kept slipping by.
So, by middle school he had realized that no one expected much of him.
In response, he made less and less of an effort. By his sophomore year
in high school, he was barely attending. He had a group of punk rock
friends who would cut school and go smoke pot or play pinball, steal
alcohol from their parents and get in fights and go to concerts. His
role models were activist punks like Rage Against the Machine, and his
group of friends justified their truancy with the idea that public
education was useless capitalist propaganda. His parents didn’t like
his mohawk but he managed to cover up his absences from his parents
pretty well. He helped his dad outt on the weekends for pocket money,
and occasionally did the dishes for his mom, And they didn’t pay
attention to his personal or academic life until they found out that he
hadn’t been going to school for almost 2 years and certainly wouldn’t be
able to graduate. At this point, his dad beat him up pretty good, and
he left. He was 17.
He had a good friend a year older than him called Adam who had managed
to get into Virginia Tech. So, he stole some money and hopped the hound
to Roanoke, where Adam let him stay in his dorm room. Amazingly, no
RA’s figured out he wasn’t a student. (I know someone who did this.
Its possible) Meanwhile, Troy got a job pumping gas, and partied every
night with the cool over 21 college kids. He made some friends, and a
couple of enemies. Unfortunately, Adam was overly distracted by all the
fun and flunked out. Adam went back to Oregon to live with his parents
for a while and then join the army but Troy said “NO WAY”. He got a
cheap apartment, but he was depressed.
He started drinking way too much and he got fired from his job. He
just didn’t care about anything and drank out of of self destructiveness
and boredom. He got kicked out of his apartment and lived on the street
for a while. He got the nickname Stick and met some other kids.
Eventually, two other guys who he knew as Robin and Smarty invited him
to squat with them at an abandoned apartment below street level. You
had to crawl through a broken window to get in, but it was dry and warm,
and he got to know Robin and Smarty a lot better. They were alot like
him, Robin was a former transient hippie from Pennsylvania, and Smarty
was an activist who had grown up in Roanoke and was homeless by choice.
During this time between his 19th and 20th years, Troy got his head
together and started to think about life and things he had always taken
for granted. He began to be more serious. Life seemed to be not so bad
after all. He still went to college parties but he didn’t drink as
much. He made money to live off collecting cans, selling drawings,
betting on and selling magic cards, getting stuff at thrift shops and
dumpsters and selling it on e-bay, and begging. He thought about
getting a job, but wasn’t really into it, although he didn’t totally
reject the idea. He started to spend time in the library and went online
fairly often at libraries or coffee shops and became well informed on a
variety on non-academic subjects including religion/spirituality, social
justice issues, and popular music.

Personality: Troy, as a typical gemini has two sides. One of these is a
quiet serious side. He doesn’t talk much until you get to know him, He
is very loyal to his friends, but always ready to tell them when they
are wrong too. He is very practical and not interested in anything
that’s too much in the mind, or that isn’t realistic. He is very
sincere and will lie only when it is absolutely necessary. He also goes
through moody periods, that at their worst become serious bouts of
depression, and at the other end of the spectrum manifest as simply
bitching about stuff he doesn’t like.
However, he doesn’t usually get too mad about stuff. Even in rare
instances when he does get angry about things, he is unlikely to yell at
people or get in fights, although he is happy to debate issues as long
as it doesn’t get emotional. He wants others to give him the benefit of
the doubt, and so he conciously tries to give other people the same
credit for ability and good intentions. If he decides he doesn’t like
someone though, they don’t stand much of a chance to change his mind.
When he puts his mind to something, he never lets go and has often been
found beating very very dead horses. If he thinks something is a bad
idea he will abandon it but if its something important he just doesn’t
give up.
Another side of him is intense and fun loving. This is the part that
will do anything for a laugh, and makes others want to do the same.
It’s the part that wants to be president and the part that makes him
care so passionately about social justice. Its the part that is good
with kids, and makes him love cute animals. This is the part that his
close friends know and love, with a loud open mouthed laugh, and a
million cool things to do. It’s also the part that makes everyone want
him at their parties.
He is a little sensitive to people who make fun of him for being poor/
homeless/a dropout. He doesn’t understand why people can’t respect his
choice to live how he does. He is also easily angered by people who
don’t appreciate what they have. He feels bitter that both of these
things applied to his parents. They looked down on anyone who they
thought was worse off than them and they also took what they had for
granted. He misses his family, but at the same time feels glad to be
gone. He hopes someday to go back and get to know his brothers more.



Appearance: With his short hair, and wiry buld, Troy looks like the
average streetkid, but with some distinctive features. He is definitely
thin, but with proportionally broad shoulders from helping his dad move
lumber around as a young man. He has an oval face, high cheekbones and
thin lips. He has mud colored brown gray eyes, toped by slanted (but
not Mr. Spockesque) eyebrows, and a roundish nose. He has light brown
hair that he keeps short (a couple inches max) because it is so thick,
and he has been known to dye it unconventional colors. His left ear is
pierced and he wears a small silver colored hoop with a ball. He has a
T tattooed on his left shoulder and a bread tag tattooed on his left
forearm. Both of these were the result of a friend who was getting a
tattoo license and being up too late drinking. (The T stands for
Troy). He has medium skin, and he tries to eat a balanced diet, even if
it is a little random and not very much. He also tries to bathe fairly
frequently, whether at friend’s houses, or at the local pool. Despite
this, he is pretty darned skinny and he breaks out occasionally.
Agnyone could tell that he’s not a middleclass student in a bohemian
phase.
Usually wears beat up jeans, army pants, or in the summer shorts, and a
T-shirt. He has a gray hooded sweatshirt that he almost always wears
and a spiky belt that a girl once gave him. He generally wears tennis
shoes or boots. Sometimes he will find some crazy item of clothing and
wear it constantly for a couple of weeks and the get tired of it. An
example was a Hawaiian shirt with a hole in the back.

Fuku: He has gray loose flannel trousers and a green shirt covered by a
chinese syle coat with a high collar and fastened with big hooks and
eyes down the front. The coat is light green and canary yellow made of
odd shapped patches and pieces of ribbon and yellow leather. It reaches
just below his waist. He also has a mask that is metallic yellow and
has three points on the upper corners. It only covers from his nose to
his forehead. He has black boots with round metallic yellow buckles on
the sides.

Transformation: Troy has a stick of polished wood. It looks like a
chopstick. He sometimes carries it behind his ear, sometimes in his
pocket. It is very strong and he can’t break it. When he transforms he
holds it in his left hand with the ends sticking out the sides. He
holds it above his head hooks up and yells “Rigel Astra Power
Transform!” Yellow light comes out the ends of the stick and a circle
of white light comes up from the ground trailing silver and gold
sparkles (but masculine sparkles) the circle moves up his body to his
hand and the sparkles obscure his body. When the circle reaches his
hand it gets smaller and disappears in a flash, and the sparkles fade
away to reveal him in his fuku. His tattoos have disappeared and his
hair is bright yellow and his eyes are light green. He then turns
around and his mask goes on (no one ever sees it, it appears when he
isn’t facing you, even if he is surrounded) and his stick gets much
longer about broomstick length. He can then use it to do his powers or
to whack people. He ends holding his long stick with two hands. One end
of the stick is on the ground. His right leg is behind and his weight is
on his left. He sports a saucy smile.

Powers:

Rigel energy pedestal: Rigel holds his stick in both hands and says
“Rigel Energy Pedestal Hooooo! (Like Lion –O) and a horizontal ray comes
out of the horizontal stick and goes into the ground. Then, an energy
pedestal comes out of the ground (looks like a pillar made of yellow
light growing out of the ground as just wide enough for the target o
stand on) and lifts the target up in the air. It lifts them faster or
slower depending on his energy. He has about 20 feet in him; he can’t
lift anyone higher than that. Or he could lift them 10 feet twice, or 5
feet 4 times etc. He can also make the pillar go away if he makes his
stick vertical. It disappears faster the more energy he has. If Rigel
runs away, the pedestal will return to the ground like an elevator. So
basically. This attack makes the target go up in the air. If the target
is unlucky he will fall down. The target can’t chase Rigel unless
he/she wants to jump. The target (depending on height) can’t see
everyone on the ground so well when he/she is way up high.

Rigel support drop: Rigel taps one end of his stick on the ground and
says “Rigel Support Drop Hoooooo! (I really like the thundercats) And
the ground ceases to be supportive. People sink into it. Things sink
into it (Not a good thing indoors) This takes a while to work, about 1.5
minutes from being totally solid to being like wet mud. The ground is a
maximum 4 feet deep and Rigel has to be concentrating the whole time for
this to work. If he is interrupted in 1 minute, it will belike regular
mud or .5 minutes it will just be kind of smooshy wet ground (easy to
slip on, you’d leave tracks etc. Rigel, and anyone touching him, or
anyone with his stick will not sink. An island of solidity will follow
them around. This effect will last for a maximum of 5 minutes. The
ground will not harden around anyone’s body, people will be able to
climb out, when the effect ends (but they will be covered in dirt!).
The effect takes place in a 10-foot radius around where Rigel is when he
originally creates the effect. The weaker he is, the less deep the
effect is and the shorter the time it works. He can only do this once
without sleeping and eating.

Rigel support withdraw: For this one Rigel points his stick at the
target and says “Rigel Support Withdraw”. (This is based on the fact
that an individual only exists within a supportive community of
others). The target believes that everyone around is laughing at
him/her. Unless they are a very independent spirit, they begin to feel
embarrassed and self conscious, they are clumsier, and less decisive.
This effect only lasts for seconds. It can be done many times without
tiring Rigel out, but after the first time the target will be less
likely to respond.

Guardian: No guardian

Explanation: This star comes from an Arabic phrase meaning left foot of
the central one. Rigel means, basically, foot. It is in the
constellation of Orion, and appears as Orion’s foot. It is one of the
brightest stars in the sky. One of the most important things that feet
do is support the body. The power base I am using is therefore
Support. This can mean many things. Obvious support, like being held
up. Emotional support, or even a concept behind child support, the
things one needs to survive. Since Rigel is such a literal star, not
coming from any particular personality, I like to think of him as
representing the basics, the simplest elements on which the rest of the
world is based. The meek and the downtrodden so to speak. These
include among other things the working class, natural resources, and the
ground. I picked it because it is subtle, and I like that. It is also
versatile, and ubiquitous. I like the idea of a senshi who, rather than
fighting high profile battles, pulls the rug out from under his enemies.



Writing Sample: A shadow moved in the ally. The
violet light of sunset filtered down through the buildings, changing the
faded dumpsters green to the near organic moldy color of leftovers long
forgotten. The shadow moved again and as it extricated itself from
under a paper bag, it revealed itself as a yellow kitten. It was skinny
and moved gingerly amongst the bottles, paper, and other trash. Poking
its head behind a flattened cardboard box leaned up against the wall it
sniffed and then scrambled out of the way as the box fell forward,
revealing a broken window.
On the other side of the window, Troy’s room was bathed in lavender
light. Troy snuffled and yawned and looked around. Even though it was
getting warmer out lately, he still preferred to sleep in the afternoons
so that the cold of late night wouldn’t keep him from sleep. He got up
and stretched and heard his neck pop. He rubbed his fuzzy head and
grabbed the jacket he had been using as a pillow. He then sprung up to
the top of the old sofa and from there with expertise born of practice
out the window. Down the ally he went at a quick walk, after he stopped
to pet the little cat that meowed him a greeting. Turning the corner
onto the street, he nearly ran over his roommate.
“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” Asked Robin, regaining his
composure.
“Goin' to Rachel’s, gotta shower before the show,” he answered
“Oh, What show?” There was a confused look on Robins face. This
particular confused look seemed to have set up house on Robins face. It
left only occasionally to run errands.
“Whaddya mean ‘what show’. True Thomas is playing at the Cat, you know
that –don’t say you’re not coming.”
“Oh yeah” Robin said, remembering. The confused look took a momentary
vacation. “That’s tonight? Shit, I’m broke.”
“Don’t worry, Rach will get you in.” Troy was very pleased to have
befriended a waitress at the Red Cat, the best pub around for the Celtic
Punk he liked. They had shows every Friday and Wednesday. Troy didn’t
go every week, he was underage after all and didn’t want to push his
luck, but Rach was pretty good about sneaking him in the back when one
of his favorites was playing, and True Thomas was one of his favorites;
just a local band but rockin’ none the less.
Robin asked him to wait while he went and got his stuff and so he did,
leaning up against the graffitid brick wall of the old building he
called home and watching the people go by. It was a warm evening and
attractive couples were out in force. This made him think again of
Rachel. She was definitely cool, and definitely hot, but… His
relationships never seemed to work out right, and he didn’t want to
jeopardize his friendship, or the pub scenario, but he could still
daydream. Ah Rachel! Long legs, beautiful hair, soft skin. Her
eyes…her lips!
“Stick, Stick!” Reality came rushing back. “Man, I thought you were in
a hurry”
“Um, yeah” mumbled Troy “Lets go.”


Questionnaire

Your Name: Laura H.

Your E-mail: lestamore@hotmail.com

Other RPGs: Well, I played D&D with my little brother in middle school….

Killable Senshi: Um. I don’t know, is that standard? I guess I will if
I have to, I like the idea of using him again though.