Eos OOC

[Phoebas]

Eos: Voyage



IC

http://mibbit.com/?channel=%23Eos&server=irc.mibbit.net

The year is 10,015 CE and Confederacy scouts have “discovered” a new planet, known to the locals as Kowar. As the Confederacy starts to deepen relations with the new planet, rumors start to surface, slipping like oil through the citizenry of the three planets so that no one is sure of their origins. The whispers speak of an unimaginable treasure on the dark side of Kowar, where the natives refuse to go, and the ruins of an ancient civilization so powerful and terrible the mere thought makes even the stoutest of heart tremble. Of course, the whole story is just rumor, and very little is actually known about the planet of Kowar or the Kowari themselves. It’s likely superstition and you’d have to be mad to chase after it, no matter how incredible the treasure is rumored to be…

Welcome to the expedition. You have been hired by the eccentric and nauseously wealthy heir of Infinity Enterprises, Charlotte Young, to board the spacecraft Eos and travel to the distant planet of Kowar. There you will seek the great treasure, a treasure most of you are pretty sure doesn’t exist. Most of you are convinced you’re working for a nutcase with too much money and time on her hands and that this job is easy cash. But you will soon find that this ‘easy expedition’ won’t turn out quite so simply as you had hoped…

IC Info

The mission is to explore the dark side of Kowar and locate the treasure hidden in its blackened surface. The most trustworthy rumors, and even those are dubious, speak of mountains of gemstones and valuable minerals, but nothing more is known. It’s a really weak lead, a fool’s errand, and most of the crew expect to be disappointed and be home happy with their paycheck in no time.

The plan is simple enough as well. The Eos will first land in the city of Lhor, where the company will hire a native historian to provide them with more information and act as a guide on their travels. After that they will trek to the location of the treasure, dig it up (if it exists), and ship back to the confederacy of planets. But things are bound to go wrong, they always do.

The Eos was the pleasure ship of the late Maura Young, CEO of Infinity Enterprises, bequeathed unto her daughter upon the time of her death. Charlotte never touched the thing, until now. Ignoring the ridiculous cost, Charlotte had the entire ship overhauled, it’s guts torn out, and refitted for longer distance space travel. The Eos has ALL of the new toys Infinity Enterprises has to offer. The engine is the most powerful on the market, a program which Charlotte dubbed “Bertha” automates most of the ship, and the weapons and defense systems are state of the art. Every where you look you can always discover more, some things seemingly useless, but all very expensive and shiny. (Most do in fact have a purpose. If you have trouble figuring out what that may be, just ask Bertha.)

The ship, though smaller than most craft built for longer distance space travel, is plenty large enough for a company of your size. There are four levels of the ship, or decks.

The top deck is the smallest of the decks. Here you can find the control room, where the pilot flies the craft, as well as a lounge, a sprinkling of other rooms (Storage and the like), and a room, which contains Bertha’s core processor. This room is maximum security; unless you are told you have clearance explicitly, assume you don’t.

The Upper-mid deck is where all of the living quarters make their home. There is also a cafeteria (fully equipped with food hydrators but also possessing a functioning Chef), a swimming pool (don’t ask, just go with it), a movie theater, a bigger lounge, a library (Charlie is still fond of books, even though almost everything is digital these days), an immense gym, and a few other rooms here and there.

Each room is equipped with bother a retina and thumbprint scan. The lock is also a biolock, the scan pricking your thumb as it moves and ensuring that only you have access to your living quarters. Security will have access to your rooms should they find you suspicious, but before that point in time, no one else has access. Each room is equipped with a bed with a mattress made out of a special gel, ensuring the same light feeling you get when you are floating on water, an automated closet that stores your clothes and when you ask for them brings them out clean and pressed, a food hydrator for those late-night munchies, a large screen that functions as a computer and has access to the ships databases as well as communication and entertainment properties, a shower that has the option of using actual water as well as the laser tech shower (if you know how valuable water is, then you know how ridiculous this is), and a window so you can see into space. (In the event of danger, a thick metal plate slides over the window. So if the Eos gets attacked, you won’t be sucked into space due to a stray shot.)

Plus the room is fully customizable! Everything has the ability to change color, shape and size based on your exact specifications, plus if there is anything you don’t have and you really can’t live without, just ask Bertha and she will have it made for you, it’s just that simple.

The Lower-Mid deck is the professional level. Here is the doctor’s clinic (of course, no expense was spared), the scientists laboratories, a terrarium (The chef needs to get food from somewhere, please feel free to stroll around the grounds), and a training room for the guards. The training room is totally outfitted with a shooting range, a mission simulation room, and fully-automated training dummies for hand-to-hand combat. All devices can have their difficulty set, depending on the skill level of the one using them. The armory is also on this deck.

The bottom deck, also known as the Hold is where the engineer will spend a good bit of their time, at least when they are working. Here is where the engine room and all of the storage is, ranging from rocket fuel to machinery. Again, no expense was spared.

Note: As Kowar was recently discovered, this tab will not be totally extensive, it will include what information would be available to your characters. (Except the historian who, as a native, would obviously know more.) It will also fill with information as the game progresses and the characters learn more about Kowar.

Kowar is more like earth than either Marzan or Goa in its diversity. Though there has not been a chance to explore extensively, there appear to be a variety of ecosystems, ranging from forests to grasslands, swamps to mountains and desserts. There are even large bodies of water that pass as seas and rivers. At least on half of the planet, the other half is totally black and destroyed. Everything that was once there has been burned to a crisp, and immense craters pock-mark the surface, rumored to be the result of an ancient war, but only the historian can be certain. Kowar is also circled by three moons: Dostra, Ostri, and Khala.

For the most part the climate is moderate, not too hot at the equator, and only chilly at the poles, though they are still capable of having snow. This is perhaps due to their distance from their star, Sava. The weather patterns are very diverse, rains, snow, sleet, hail, tornadoes, etc.

The people of Kowar have proved, if not mistrustful, wary of the outside visitors. Trade has been hesitant and mostly superficial, largely consisting of natural resources such as food. Though the Kowari do possess foreign technologies, they have yet to part with them in bulk, though they have purchase some Confederation tech.

There don’t appear to be many large university-type institutions on Kowar, but the populace over all is extremely well educated in most fields. They appear to get the bulk of their knowledge from village elders, historians, and through internships to older members of the society. It’s very much and example of “it takes a village to raise a child.”

The Kowari are an extremely perceptive alien race. They appear to have senses far more refined than those of the Confederation, able to pick up emotions quite easily in addition to a hypersensitivity of their other sensory organs. They are also an intelligent, if largely quiet race, passing most of their lives away in near silence.

Their skin is a reddish-brown color, often dappled and patterned with darker spots. They stand at about human height, but tends to be of a more slender build, though not as slight as the Goans. Dark, coarse hair grows thickly on their head, traveling in a sort of mane down their back before stopping at their tailbone. Their ears, eyes, and nose tend to be larger than that of a human, as do their hands and feet, but besides that they appear as humans do. Ah, well, except for the forked tongue.

The Kowari live in highly concentrated areas, but still seem to pass their lives mostly in quiet. There does not appear to be much conflict amongst the members of the race, which bring to light the problem of how exactly half of their planet ended up in ruins.

Earth, as the beings of the twenty first century knew it, has long since been depleted of its resources and ceased to exist. Humans, exhibiting a moment of rare insight, anticipated this collapse and threw themselves at the task of building livable spacecraft, space stations if you will, to survive the impending crisis. Their success was outstanding and the majority of the useful and productive portion of the population of the planet was evacuated on an immense fleet of space-ready craft, sailing out into the stars.

The various countries that inhabited the ships gave up their nationalities, forming one collective federation of ships. The federation drifted through space like a cloud, the immense sizes of the crafts preventing speedy travel (Though as time went on they improved their crafts). After the initial panic, life went on in a surprisingly normal fashion aboard the ships. People for the most part went about their daily lives, drinking recycled water, eating hydroponically grown fruits and vegetables and genetically engineered meat, performing their normal jobs, and taking care of their families.

The Federation travelled aimlessly for over two thousand years before stumbling upon two habitable, earth-like planets, Goa and Marzan, orbiting around Aria, a star very much like Earth’s Sun. Both planets were inhabited by humanoid extraterrestrial life, but neither the Goans nor the Marzai were as technologically advanced as the Federation.

The three peoples formed a shaky pact. Federation citizens were allowed to live on the planets, in exchange for increasing the natives’ knowledge. Many federals did migrate to one planet or the other and thrived there, but the Federation did maintain a space presence, just in case the natives intended to double-cross them. They docked most of the federation ships together and bound them into a massive space station and hub of culture and commerce.

Rather than dissolve into violence, however, the relations between the three “planets” deepened. Obviously there was still some squabbling and disagreement between them, but by and large they gradually sorted out their differences. Trade barriers became nonexistent between the various nations on the planets and between the planets themselves. Citizens could essentially move freely and live, work and learn where they wanted. A common tongue developed, a mixture of all of the languages of all of the different cultures, and became a mandatory point of learning in any school. It even became more common to see mixed children of the various life forms, though still not extremely prevalent, as breeding between the species has a higher tendency to be accompanied by birth defect or mutation.

The Planet Goa is the lusher of the two planets, most of the surface of the planet covered in vegetation except for a crisscrossing mesh of freshwater rivers. There are no oceans or large bodies of water. The abundance of plant and animal life make Goa a wonderful resource for food, medication, and natural resources of that nature.

The climate of Goa ranges from warm to very hot depending how close you are to the equator, but is always extremely humid. It is common for heavy rains to break out multiple times a day, and totally unheard of to not rain at least twice in a twenty-four-hour period.

As was mentioned before Goa is a treasure trove of plant and wildlife. Countless medications have been discovered within the depths of the rainforest, and Goan cuisine is renowned within the Confederacy of Planets. They also produce dyes and paints and supply the majority of the water of the confederacy.

The Goans have four major universities, located in the four major collectives: Sree, Orok, Vinbar and Nom. While good institutions of higher learning, the best universities are still found on the Federation Space Station (especially with regards to engineering]. Nom, however, has recently become the most highly regarded school of Medicine in the Confederacy of Planets.

The native Goans are an interesting people. While humanoid, they only have three fingers and a thumb on each hand, each covered with very thick, almost claw-like nails. They are shorter than humans by an average foot and a half, and far lighter, their bones being of a different density and enabling them to be very quick.

By and large Goans are colorless, a strange contrast to their surroundings. The lack of sun from the shade of foliage and rain has left them very pale. Even their hair tends to run a platinum blonde color, never getting any darker than ash blonde.
They make up for this with their very colorful dress.

Their faces are flat (Not completely, just flatter than that of a human) and ovular, the dominant feature being immense, round, dreamy eyes framed in thick lashes. These eyes are found in most colors of the human variety, though all are extremely pale and gray is the most common shade. Goans due to their habitat have a natural affinity for dim lighting and can see relatively well in the dark. Exposure to too much light however can cause them intense pain and permanent damage to their vision.

Goans have always lived in very concentrated societies, firmly believing in strength in numbers. They are a loud, talkative bunch, and are known for their overzealous hospitality and the general opulence of their lifestyle.

Traditionally their dwelling were constructed from the sap of the Koroko Tree. When the tree is cut, a gummy sap oozes out and can be collected. After sitting for a few hours it forms a pliable gelatin that can be cut into blocks and used to build. The substance naturally expands and hardens over time to form sturdy, sealed wall to protect from the elements. Dye could also be added to tint the sap if more privacy was desired. The dwellings were then built on top of each other for form a tower, generally with one family per tower.

Now, however, with greater trade and technology the major collectives of Goa have strayed from traditionally building methods. While their style is the same, their collectives are built with metal and stone, their homes powered by electricity, and their people equipped with all of the modern conveniences they have taken from the federation. The majority of the planets, though, remains as it was.

The immigrant population is higher on Goa than it is on Marzan, but not as high as it is on the Federation Space Craft. Most immigrants are federation families who choose to live in the major Collectives. Some families also choose to live in more rural areas as well. The Marzai do not tend to live on the planet long, as the climate is inhospitable to them. If they do live there, the bring their own special lights to mimic the star Aria’s rays, so as to make up for lack of sunlight.

There has been some interbreeding between the Federals and the Goans. The success rate is relatively high, and most offspring are born looking simply like smaller, pale humans, often mistaken as albino. They also tend to resemble other Goans, but the prominence of these features depends entirely on genetics. There is about a thirty percent chance, however, that the child will be born blind, or without eyes altogether, both conditions for which nothing really can be done at the moment.

Marzan is, in contrast to Goa, a very arid planet. Most of the surface is dessert, the poles are capped with ice miles thick, and the only remotely pleasant portion of the planet where only the most hardy shrubs and grass can grow is a thin belt around the equator. There is no water on the surface of the planet, in fact, at first glance Marzan looks totally inhospitable, a brown nut pockmarked with spine-like mountains and valleys. There is, however, water under the surface of the planet, though the supply is extremely limited.

Marzan’s atmosphere is thin and dry. It rains once a year for a whole week in a downpour that causes flooding and a high death toll each year. Marzan is blisteringly hot during the day and brutally cold at night. The poles follow a similar pattern: brutally cold during the day and deadly at night. Nothing can survive a night on one of the poles of Marzan, no matter how prepared you are. It is a death sentence. Sand and Dust storms plague the planet as well.

Marzan’s most precious commodity is water. The people of Marzan fought for thousands of years over the liquid gold, though things have gotten better with steady trade with Goa and the Federation. Marzan’s true wealth is in their immense mineral reserves below the surface. The planet has every kind of metal, gem, ore, rock and stone you can think of and more, plus the technology to extract, refine and craft them. Marzan had spacecraft before the Federation arrived, enabling some trade with Goa, but with the adoption of certain Federation technologies business has boomed. The miners and smiths are the best in the Confederacy of planets. Also on the planet is an immense bowl shaped valley nicknamed “the Pit.” It is the Prison for the entire Confederacy and extremely high security. In the thousands of years it has been in use, less than thirty people have escaped.

On a planet where survival still remains the highest priority, there really are no great institutions of learning on Marzan. There are however some great technical schools. Also, there are no better fighters than the Marzai, and the Plateau of Orbach has become the most highly respected and commonly used training facility for any soldier, law enforcement. Or bounty hunter in the Confederacy of Planets.

The Marzai are a fierce people. They are on average a foot or so taller than a human counterpart, and humanoid in shape. Their bodies are thickly muscled and their bones are extremely hard, making a blow from one of the Marzai dangerous to a human and deadly to a Goan. They are admittedly slower than both of their counterpart races, but if their fists make contact, you are in very serious trouble.

Like the Goans, they possess three fingers and a thumb on each hand, but unlike the Goans, their nails are very much pronounced and talon like. On their feet they only have two toes, both taloned but one significantly larger than the other. Their mouths, too, are natural weapons, with very long and sharp canine teeth on both the top and bottom jaw.

Resources are rare on Marzan, making life difficult for the planet’s people, and food is nearly non-existent. As a result, the Marzai have evolved to have green skin, the chloroplasts within their cells allowing them to photosynthesize. They require literally nothing but water to survive, their stomach has become a sort of water holding sack, they no longer have a digestive track, and their bodies actually give off oxygen as a waste product, supplying the atmosphere of the planet. They do still, however, require additional oxygen than what each individual produces to function, and can die of asphyxiation.

Their flesh is also tougher than that of a human or a Goan, and totally hairless. Their eyes are almost always a very dark brown, and any other color is indicative of some very rare human genetics, as reproduction with a Goan is not possible.

Their skulls are more angular than a human or a Goan, and the same sharp features are displayed on their faces, though as with the other races the features of the females tend to be softer. Interestingly enough, however, a Marzai female will generally be a foot or so larger than her male Marzai counterpart, probably accounting for the matrilineal culture that has developed on Marzan.

The Marzai were and still are essentially a warlike people. They are very spread out and live in small, tight-knit nomadic groups based on kin. The larger, more permanent communities are near the mines, where cities and markets made of stone have developed, a result of increasing and strong trade with the Federation and Goa. Mostly though, the people wander, struggling to survive and continuing to be some of the toughest life forms out there.

A council of elders dictates the comings and goings of Goa for the most part, and though they did agree to join the Confederation, it was by a very small majority. Most of the backlash against the Confederacy of Planets comes from the nomadic tribes of Marzan, but no one is sure exactly how to deal with the problem or how to make them happy.

Few outsiders dwell on Marzan, simply because they cannot handle the harshness of the climate. Those who do tend to look battered and worn. All immigrants live in the larger cities, the largest community of Federals being in Khormesh, also home to the most productive mine on Marzan. Marriages or matings between Federals and the Marzai are uncommon but not unheard of. There is, however, an extremely high chance that the offspring will be born with a defect, including absolute mental or horrible physical disabilities. On the rare occasion a healthy child is born, they can have any of the characteristics of their parents, but always have to supplement their diet with actual food. Photosynthesis alone is never enough for them. They are also never as strong as a full-blooded Marzai, or as large.

The Federation Space Station is immense, roughly as big as Goa, which is the smaller of the two actual planets. The entire thing was originally made up of thousands of ships which all docked together. Since that time, Federal engineers have been busily working away, making the structure larger and more permanent. Most ships no longer have the ability to separate from the whole. The inside of the incredibly advanced technological structure is a maze of white surfaces and glass. It is so complicate that they have created a system where you plug your destination into a computer and a red line appears beneath your feet, taking you to where you wish to go. The Space Station has everything you can think of, even rooms that simulate Earth-that-was. Housing consists of apartments, with the size based on the number of family members. In general, however, quarters are very cramped, as there is a very high population to space available ratio. Overcrowding is currently the largest problem facing the station.

The entire space station is climate controlled. It is in a constant state of mildness, though if you prefer you can adjust the temperature of your housing unit to whatever temperature you desire.

The Federation specializes in technological production. This is where the finer technologies and spacecrafts are produced, as well as a good part of the Confederacy’s goods are processed. A good portion of the immigrant population moves to the Station for the copious manufacturing jobs.

The Federation is well known for academics, possessing the most highly ranked universities within the Confederacy. There schooling is intellectual as well as practical, some students choosing to specialize in languages from Earth-That-Was or Goan history or the Politics of Marzai. The finest institution is the Federal University for Higher Knowledge (or the Federal), but it is also the most expensive. K’mar College and Vallor University are much more reasonably priced and nearly as rigorous academically.

The population of the Station is by far the most diverse. There has been a great influx of both Goans and Marzai into the Federation, joining the Humans from Earth-that-was. Initially the Goans and Marzai formed communities of their own people within the Station, but in the past few hundred years great changes have been seen. Racial tension is no longer a public problem and the vast majority of neighborhoods, institutions, and businesses are very mixed. There is a level of total acceptance here that has yet to be achieved on either of the planets, though it is closer on Goa.

OOC Info

Things to keep in mind, aka “Rules”

I will require a writing sample along with your CS. It doesn’t have to be long; I just want to assess the quality of your writing.

-There are limited spots, so please only make a CS if you are committed.
-Obviously no god-modding.
-If you have ideas, complaints, criticisms, I will hear them. I am fair. But remember I am GM.
-Some of your characters will die. Not any time soon, and I will give you fair warning. But we are on a dangerous world where casualties are probable.
- If at that time you wish to switch to an NPC, making them an OC, you may.
-There will be a two-three post minimum waiting period between responses.
-You may use whatever language you so choose in this game. You may also be as violent as you wish to be, things are going to get gory. Romance is good too, but please take in depth sex scenes to PM.
-This is an RP. Please be cooperative with your fellow players and have fun!

(Those already filled will appear in green.)

Patron-
The only things required of the patron are deep, deep pockets. And on this particular expedition my character is footing the bill.

Position: Patron aka Deep Pockets

Name: Charlotte “Charlie” Young

Player: Phoebas

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Species: Human (Federal)

Appearance:

First looking at Charlotte, you wouldn’t notice anything particularly outstanding. She’s pretty enough, but in the way that most young women are pretty and hardly an raving beauty. Her hair is long, straight, and a rich mahogany brown, almost always tied back in a loose braid. Her brows are dark and arched, cresting over large dark green eyes rimmed in equally dark lashes. She has what is known as a button nose, the pale skin of its bridge and her cheeks sprinkled with freckles. Her face is heart shaped, her lips full, and there is a small gap between her two front pearly-white teeth. She is of average height and build, though she is on the busty side.

Her clothes, however, reveal her uniqueness. Though generally simple, closer examination reveals the work of a master designer. Plus the fabric itself tends to of the highest quality, indicating her wealth.

Personality:

Charlie is a bit of a loose cannon. She is incredibly impulsive and brazen, living most of her life on instinct (One of the many reasons she’s not captain. If she was everyone would be dead in a heartbeat.) She is used to indulging herself and is almost incapable of restraint, often getting her into trouble. Charlie is also a dreamer and an idealist, preferring to live in her head and in fantasy rather than in reality. She’s wealthy enough that she can make the dreams in her head into that reality anyway. Her attitude on a day-to-day basis is very chipper and it is hard to sway her optimism, seeing as she has no roots in realism.

Strengths/Talents:

Wealth- Charlotte is so rich it’s obscene. She is probably one of, if not the most, wealthy women in the Confederacy of Planets. Her money can buy her a lot of toys, people, resources, and anything else she wants. With a snap of her fingers Charlotte gets anything she pleases.

Social skills- She is undeniably charismatic. Charlotte gets along with most people, and charms even those who are suspicious of her at first. It’s hard to hate someone so warm and friendly.

Well-educated- Charlotte had the best education money could buy. While she’s not the brightest bulb, she’s no slouch either, and her knowledge is broad, even if it does not go super deeply into any one field.

Brave- No one will deny the girl has guts. Sometimes it even passes into the realm of insanity.

Weaknesses/Vices:

Impulsive- Charlotte is very impulsive. When she has a desire, she acts on it without thinking of the consequences. This can put herself and others in danger.

Compulsive gambler- Charlotte can’t resist a bet. It’s impossible. She’s the type who, when doing poorly, gambles until she does better (which doesn’t happen), or, when doing well, gambles until she runs out of luck and does poorly. It probably has something to do with the issue with impulse control.

Idealist- Charlie lives in a realm of dreams and fantasy, making her pretty clueless. She has a really hard time accepting reality, and her wealth only feeds this problem. She can, in general, fool herself into thinking her fantasies are the way things are. This leaves her out of touch with the real world.

Black moods- While a generally upbeat person, Charlie is known to have a dark temper. It tends to come out when someone pops her bubble or she doesn’t get her way (basically an adult tantrum), but during these moods she gets so angry she can’t remember what happened afterward. They really don’t happen often, but when they do, it’s best to hide.

Injured- Charlotte was injured at some point in the past, the wound in her leg left alone too long for anything to be done about it. As a result she walks with a limp, though she tries to hide it. She also lives with constant pain in that leg, though she medicates for it.

Equipment:

-(To be filled out later)

Bio:

Charlotte is the only daughter of Maura Young, CEO of Infinity Enterprises, one of the largest research and development corporations in the Confederacy of Planets. They produce everything from medicine to spacecraft and no matter who you are or where you live, you probably have something made by Infinity Enterprises in your home.

Maura died from a very aggressive virus, one there now exists a cure for, and passed on, leaving the 16-year-old Charlotte her corporate empire. As she was too young to take her mother’s position, someone was placed in the position of CEO until Charlotte came of age. But even when Charlotte graduated from school she refused the position.

Instead she lived a relatively reclusive life, occasionally popping up in the rumor mill for pulling some crazy stunt or another but largely staying off the grid.

That is until quite recently. After news of Kowar came to the Confederacy, Charlotte immediately started preparing for an expedition, outfitting her personal craft Eos with unimaginable toys and gadgets, her eyes aglitter at the prospect of adventure. Most think she’s crazy, but Charlotte truly believes she’ll find something on the dark side of Kowar, even if she isn’t exactly sure what it is yet.

NPC: N/A

Captain-
The captain is the “leader” of the expedition, hired in this case by the patron. Great leadership skills and ‘tactical experience’ required, but anything else is just gravy. Responsibilities include screening and hiring the various people on the expedition, and then making sure they perform their tasks smoothly. I’d like the captain and the patron to have a past history, so if you are interested in this position please PM me. Also, this character will probably know more of the plotline, just as a captain would know more about the expedition.

Position: Zee Captain

Player: Sinistred

Name: Tychus Maverick

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Personality:
Dutiful, pragmatic, Machiavellian, bitter, quick to anger but responsible. Proud, which can be a disadvantage sometimes and lead to hubris. Tychus is very introvert and does not open up to anyone. Oh, and he has trust issues.

Strengths/Talents:
Quick wit - resourceful
Keeps a cool head under pressure
Military experience as a lieutenant and later gunship pilot.
Confidence - self-consciousness is for the weak-willed who are not convinced of their own abilities and potential.

Weaknesses/Vices:
Not very likeable
Likes the drink
Direct (others would say impolite - in yo' face yo)
Obstinate - sometimes translates into being old-fashioned
At times a narcist - Tychus knows a lot and is well-travelled and read, he will not hesitate to let you know his opinion is the best opinion.
Criminal past


Equipment:

• Pistol & small-arm
• Suit & helmet (titanium plated withstanding heat and cold - assume all crew has these)
• Wrist-pad & scanning equipment
• Logbook (yarr!)
• Stash of bourbon
• …

Bio:
Tychus Maverick is the son of a miner and a factory-worker from Kormesh, Marzan. He did not have many opportunities while growing up and suffered some domestic abuse even. When his mother died he was left to take care of his two little sisters at the age of 14 while their father lost himself in alcohol abuse.

Fortunately for them they managed to be enrolled into a charity program funded by Infinity Enterprises. Foster families were found for the two girls, while Tychus himself was sent off to a boarding school.

It was on the annual charity conference where he first met the progeny of their benefactor, Charlotte Young -daughter of Maura Young. For some reason he was charmed by the fresh princess in front of him, congratulating him for successfully enrolling into the Federal University of Higher Knowledge. She joined him there several years later even and the two engaged in a secret relationship to not shock the tabloids.

However, by then the funds of Maura’s program had run dry. Which strained Tychus to fend for himself and support the costs of his education and accommodations for both his sisters. In spite of the close relationship with Charlotte Young there was no more support from Infinity Enterprises under new management. And Tychus knew Charlotte could do little about it. After two years of exhausting studies and part-time jobs, Tychus fell in with the wrong crowd in an attempt to make sufficient money.

Before completely graduating, Tychus Maverick was forced to drop out of higher education and engage in smuggling operations for the shady organisation he had been working for. At this point he stopped seeing Charlotte and his sisters, for he refused to put them in jeopardy.

His way out was joining the military. With his certificate of higher education he enrolled as a junior officer and rose to the rank of lieutenant. Afterwards, after discovering his skills with piloting, he was transferred to the Federal Fleet where he took on the throttle of a gunship.

However, at the age of 31 the law caught up with him as the empire of the shady character he had worked for came crashing down. Seeing as he was Marzan-born, he was trialed on Marzan as well and sentenced to the penitentiary institution they referred to as ‘the Pit’. Only recently did he get out due to arm-twisting and the pulling of strings…

The ship was resting in the hangar bay, neon light cascading from the shiny hull. He knew that pristine outlook would never be maintained if they were ever to break atmosphere. Earlier today he had finally inspected the lay-out of the ship in full, with a guided tour amongst the metal intestines of what had been named ‘Eos’ in an old tongue from Earth-That-Was. The companions -which he knew were supervisors or baby-sitters- had casually talked about the vessel’s specifications. After the initial tiring hour of technical drivel he had shrugged them off and made it clear he knew everything there was to know about the ship. After all, he had been studying the schematics and theory of it for the past three months. He knew the circumference of every little tube, the weight of every part -right down to the vices they had used. He even knew what metals the alloys consisted of.

He knew because it was his job to know.

Adapting the Eos for a mission such as this had been extremely expensive. He had almost fainted when he had seen the price tag this had cost Infinity Enterprises. It would have been far cheaper to have built a new ship from scratch. Then again, what was a couple of billion to the insanely rich sponsor of the program?

The sound of his boots on the metal floor resonated through the hangar; he was all alone. Some technicians had left their table and chairs behind -the foldable kind. With a quick swipe he dusted the crumbs off and deposited the pile of files on it. Next to it, he put down a black bottle with a fashionably designed label on it and an ashtray.

Even though all of these files were accessible in digital means, the man had chosen to work with genuine paper ones. The first one read Tychus Maverick which caused the man to grin. He had read the file a couple of times, it was pretty accurate but lacking in some areas. Then again, who was the expert on Tychus Maverick if not Tychus Maverick himself? He took a long drag of a thick cigar rolled from the leaves of some jungle plant from Goa, afterwards he washed the taste away with a big swig of bourbon. However, he corked the bottle tightly for it was a long night and he had to make a selection concerning who would be on his crew.

He had to select crewmembers for this fool’s errand; this pseudo-suicide mission. Yet, maybe they would make it out alive. Maybe. Tychus wasn’t about to die so quickly after having left what surely was Hell itself.

He had to be thorough.

Doctor-
Obviously at some point in time on this wonderful journey someone is going to get hurt. Really hurt. That is where you come in, sealing up our wounds with high-tech lasers and making sure we don’t die of strange diseases. No pressure though, really. You may have an assistant if you wish, but they will remain NPC.

Engineer-
This is the sort of expedition that involves LOTS of shiny, expensive, and really complex toys. You are required to use your extensive knowledge of electronics and gadgetry to fix what breaks, and if possible make sure things don’t break in the first place. You must also bring along an NPC assistant, and they must have skill with explosives. It’s necessary for the plot.

Position: Engineer

Player: Jorick

Name: Lincoln Kingston

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Lincoln posesses the looks of one well on his way to becoming a stereotypical mad scientist. His hair is graying and very thin on the top, always sticking out in disarray no matter what he tries to do to fix it. His face is rather wrinkled for a man of only forty-five years and his eyes seem to hold both great knowledge and a distinct lack of caring about other people, when they're not unfocused as if his mind is off on another planet. Lincoln is a rather spindly man, looking almost emaciated. He's on the tall side of average height, but he tends to slouch and make himself look shorter: a posture gained from countless hours spent hunched over a workbench.

For clothing and such, Lincoln doesn't make any great effort to look nice. His wardrobe consists of very plainly colored and cut garments, never bothering to keep up with fashion or even look very presentable most of the time. He long ago affected the style of wearing a white lab coat, though his lack of caring about presentation plus his frequent work with machines (and thus dirty parts, oil, grease, and so forth) has turned it into a grey and stained lab coat instead.

Personality: Lincoln tends to keep to himself, quiet and reserved. When he does bother to open his mouth it will be either something rather intelligent or something horribly socially awkward; experiences with reactions to the latter have led to him being even more quiet than his introverted nature would account for. More often than not he can be found in his workshop or some other secluded area tinkering with a bit of machinery or reading a weighty science text of some kind. Lincoln does not like people and will often make remarks wishing death upon them for a variety of reasons; the few people that he does tend to get along with are those who are also quiet types who keep to themselves and those with enough intellect that he feels they can at least attempt to keep up with his own, which are rather few and far between.

Strengths/Talents:
Genius. Lincoln can make some very smart people look like drooling chimps compared to his vast intellect. He is the kind of man who might come along only once or twice in a generation, one whose brain seems to operate at levels an order of magnitude greater than simple humans. He is not being vain and overconfident when he claims to be the most intelligent man alive, for he could very well be correct.

Mechanical and electrical engineering expertise and mastery. If you need something repaired or created, Lincoln can probably get it done. He is no average tinkerer, he's the kind of man who can make crafting a machine look like an artform. He will regularly go above and beyond the requests for repair or creation that are given to him, largely because he can't help but think of improvements on old designs and wish to put them to the test; it is a very, very rare occurence for these experimentations to end up malfunctioning, and even then he can probably fix the problem with ease once you bring it up to him.

Passable skill in a variety of other fields. Though Lincoln's main interest is in the fields of engineering, he dabbles in other fields on the side as well. Atop the basics of mathematics, physics, robotics, and such that he uses all the time in his engineering pursuits, Lincoln is also fairly skilled in the areas of chemistry, quantum mechanics, nanorobotics, and computer programming. These are not to the degree of his mastery of engineering and related sciences, but still enough to impress.

Well read. When not fiddling with a new machine, Lincoln can usually be found reading. While his typical reading material is of a scientific nature, he also reads other things; rarely will he bother with fiction, but he has been known to read historical, philosophical, and other less sciencey works now and again. This rarely serves any practical purpose, but he does know a little bit about a lot of things and could probably hold an intelligent conversation on any topic.

Very logical thinker. Problem solving is this guy's forte, it's what he does with his life. All of Lincoln's engineering and scientific pursuits have been drivent by logical thought and wanting to solve some issue/improve things. He's definitely the person you want thinking about how to solve any kind of problem you come across.


Weaknesses/Vices:
Introverted and socially awkward. Lincoln keeps to himself and is not very adept at social interactions, leading to potentitally awkward moments or even alienation if he screws up too badly. He won't necessarily shun contact with other people, and there are a select few he is moderately comfortable around, but he would be perfectly happy to live the rest of his life in solitude.

Unemotional. Lincoln has a hard time expressing or symphathizing with emotions, such that he comes off as something of a robot to most people.

Physically weak. Lincoln doesn't do much in the way of exercise, he's not strong or fast, he's fairly lacking in endurance. Any average human could easily take him in a fight; hell, even most Goans could give him a sound thrashing. Defintely not the guy you want to rely on in a fight.

Misanthrope. Or, well, not quite hating humanity, Lincoln harbors some hate for all living beings. He would be rather happy to see all organic life destroyed and replaced with the perfection of AI and machines, which leads too...

Omnicidal ambitions. Lincoln harbors a dream to one day wipe out all living things and replace them with machines. He believes that life is the worst thing to happen to the universe, but that sentient beings are necessary for the universe to be able to observe and interact with itself. Biological life comes with horrid things like greed and ambition and the capacity to destroy whole planets through the unreined practice of those two traits (such as happened to Earth). Lincoln dreams to craft the perfect AI, lacking in any artifact of human emotion but possessing the same (or superior) intelligence and capacity for creation and innovation; once such an AI is created, he would want to systematically destroy living things and replace them with machines controlled by this AI. It's a rather insane goal to have, but they do say genius and insanity are two sides of the same coin.


Equipment:
Lincoln:
Emergency tool kit (basic tools, scanner, extra wiring, basically just the stuff needed for quick field work)
Custom built wrist mounted computer/communicator/scanner hybrid
Custom built wrist mounted mobile electronic library containing copies of Lincoln's full collection of books
Modified laser pistol (same power for less energy, gyroscopic balance assistance, and computerized aiming aid)


Chut:
Full tool kit
Explosives kit
Custom built crossbow (a contrivance of Lincoln's, can shoot lasers or standard bolts depending on the setting)
Quiver of bolts (mostly normal metal bolts, a few modified with explosive tips)


Bio:
Lincoln was born and raised on the Federation Space Station, the child of two mechanical engineers who worked on maintaining the station. From a young age it was clear that he was a brillant child, learning to read up to a third grade level before he entered school thanks to the educational toys and books his parents got for him in lieu of boring old building blocks and such. He was accelerated through school to attempt to place him at an appropriate level, but he kept on learning faster than they could teach him. By the age of ten Lincoln was already surpassing his parents' skills in the field of engineering, a prospect with both excited and chagrined them. At the age of fourteen became the youngest person in living memory to graduate the Federal University for Higher Knowledge with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. By the age of twenty he had also acquired a bevy of additional degrees in Electrical Engineering, Mathematics, and Physics before he tired of the academic world and devoted himself to a more solitary pursuit of knowledge.

Due to his many innovations and improvements to various machines and systems in place on the Federation Space Station over the next handful of years, Lincoln was in a way taken in by the government. He was not hired in an official capacity (because he refused), but they paid him a weekly stipend for continuing to work on things as he saw fit and as they requested. He became rather renowned in intellectual circles for his work, such as the creation of a new water recycling filter system that took a quarter of the time to work compared to the previous model, enhancements to vehicles, and tons of upgrades to weaponry courtesy of the more militaristically minded folks coming to call at his workshop.

Lincoln Kingston is also known as one of the poorest rich men ever, due to the fact that his variety of inventions to make daily chores easier (sold under the name of the Kingston Corporation, run by some savvy businessmen who saw profit in the genius's work) garner him hefty profits but all of that money ends up being sunk into new research and experimentation rather than going toward any material wealth. Kingston is something of a household name around the Confederacy due to this company, but most people aren't aware that he does more important work than make automated clothes folding dressers and robotic servants that respond to over a hundred voice commands, as the advertisements make much ado about.

There is not much more public knowledge about Lincoln. Most only know him for the commercialized side of his inventions, some know he is a brilliant inventor and engineer. None are quite sure what the man's personality is like, other than that he keeps to himself and has no patience for fools. He has no living family, his only known associates are business contacts and a Marzai assistant. A detail of this man's life, such as one might see in a personnel file, would contain a long list of achievements and creations whilst having almost nothing in the personal life section.

NPC:
Chut, a Marzai, has worked as Lincoln's assistant for the past few years. He is large, thick, and green skinned as most of his race is, posessing the typical dark eyes of his people. Chut has no obvious distinguishing marks, but he was given an appropriately sized white lab coat upon being hired to work as Lincoln's assistant. Where the human cares not for his clothing, Chut keeps his pristine and white as best as he is able; this is a rather abnormal piece of clothing for a Marzai, so most people can tell who he is from a long distance away.

Chut does not talk much, a trait which his employer found rather agreeable. It is not that he doesn't like talking or is particularly introverted, but rather that he is rather deliberate and chooses not to speak unless he has something worthwhile to say. Those who have engaged him in conversation have found Chut to posess a fine intellect and a strong philosophical bent, often ending up discussing topics of morality and the like despite starting out talking about something very simple.

His past isn't extremely exciting: he worked for a mining operation on Marzan as their lead demolitions man before circumstances led him to leave and move to the Federation Space Station. There he found little work for a Marzai with knowledge of explosives and enough of geology to get by using them to blast out a mine. He did, however, find a quite possibly insane little old human who needed someone strong to do heavy lifting around his workshop. Chut hasn't been exactly thrilled to be doing manual labor, but he has the benefit of being paid ludicrously well for the simple work and having access to many avenues for education and perhaps future employment through Lincoln's library and his various business connections. Despite Chut's desire to feel more useful in his work, he hasn't left for greener pastures because he's grown attached and somewhat protective of the little man. He does hope this expedition will provide him with a chance to prove his worth as more than a set of strong arms, but he's content remaining in the shadows if that is his lot in life.

Pilot/driver-
There will be all sorts of vehicles involved in this expedition, certainly space, air and land, possibly aquatic. The Pilot needs to be pretty good with all of them, so we don’t die immediately. You may have a co-pilot NPC should you choose, maybe have them specialize in one of the aforementioned vehicles, to give your character a break, or make the pilot a total boss. Up to you.

Position: Pilot/Driver

Player: Vena Sera IV

Name: Wes Hammel

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Wes stands at a modest 5' 8", not particularly large for a man his size, though he was a fairly muscled build due to his extensive time laboring on machines and operating heavy equipment. His hair is a deep brown color, often cut short in a crew-cut fashion as not to inhibit his sight while operating vehicles, and a full goatee of matching colors. Typically spending his time outdoors, as he makes many trips to Goa and Marzan alike (prior to being brought onboard for this mission), he has a fairly tanned complexion, and his vibrant green eyes are easily noticeable, being the most prominent feature of his otherwise average appearance. He wears a standard issue Federation pilot's jumpsuit when he is operating a vehicle, navy blue in color with white stripes along the heart beneath the Federation insignia. In his downtime he typically is seen in an under-armor styled shirt, a red, grease stained ball cap which he has donned his "Lucky cap", a pair of baggy jeans and combat boots. He always carries a small backpack on his back, regardless of where he is, full of simple tools. Never know when you might need them.

Personality: Wes is playful and sarcastic by nature, almost childish. He loves to crack jokes and lighten the mood, even in the most inconvenient moments, and often is chastised for his inability to watch what he says. His mantra, "Humor is the best medicine." largely dictates his actions, he always vies for a laugh to ease up tense moments. His sarcastic side and tendency towards being a loudmouth has earned him quite a few warnings from his superiors, mostly from his smart-aleck comments. He is quick to point out the obvious, and is usually the first to land a retort if someone lets a less-than-well thought comment slip. While rude comments may slip out, he is overall a kind individual, offering words of encouragement. He has no issue with other races, extending discontent only towards those he feels deserves it. He is not quick to judge, but certainly quick to speak. He has somewhat of a cocky side to him as well due to his ability as a pilot, not too often is he met with a mission out of his capabilities. It's also to note Wes seems to display some signs of insecurity, and his outbursts may be a result of a deep-rooted need for attention and approval.


Strengths/Talents:
- Exceptional pilot
- Friendly
- Trained in small arms, as is standard for most Non-Civilian Federation pilots


Weaknesses/Vices:
- Inability to hold his tongue, recieves a lot of heat from his superiors for it
- Insecurity makes him anxious sometimes, making getting to him difficult]
- Overconfidence in his abilities, rarely does he meet a challenge he can't overcome
- Finding hate coming hard, he can blindly trust sometimes
- Moderately skilled mechanic, needs others to fix things often

Equipment:
- Federation issued PDW-42 (think a futuristic P90 variant)
- Small satchel of basic tools
- Comm Helmet (When in ship/vehicle)
- Hunter's Knife

Bio:
Wes was born on the Federation Space Station to human parents, both of with were involved in the Federation (his father was a pilot as well, his mother studied medicine on Goa). Due to his mother's absences, he spent a great deal of time with his father, developing an intrigue in mechanics at an early age. The innerworkings of these ships, which could traverse nearly any terrain effortlessly, astounded the young boy. He would spend what time he wasn't in school or with friends in a hangar, observing mechanics and pilots go about their daily routines. On occassion, if one allowed him to, he'd sit right with the crew and watch them work, always asking questions surprisingly complex for his age. So it was no surprise that when he came of age, Wes enlisted to be a pilot, only too eager to follow in his father's footsteps. Thanks to his father's previous service, he was accepted into the ranks relatively easily, many children of his father's friends being amongst his peers. This was the first time he developed any real relationships, his childhood argely having been focused on simply spending time around these machines.
At the start of Wes' training two things were made apparent: While he was fairly talented at repairing and maintaining these machines, his operating skills were sub-par at best. This was largely in part due to his chatty nature, becoming easily distracted while operating. Over time, though the chatiness far from subsided, he learned to multi-task more efficiently, and though many wished he'd control his mouth as well as he did the vessels he commanded, they were pleased with his progress. After three years of nothing but hangar duty he was finally offered his first mission to Goa, a trade envoy. The trip went smoothly, he had no issue on his first true mission and was given high marks for his efforts. Up until this point, he has taken on various jobs, trading, transporting goods and on occasion troops.
NPC:
None

Scientist-
A specialization in biology, geology or tectonics will help, but just in general a scientist is necessary. We are going somewhere no one has ever gone before. We need someone to write record, take samples, and make sure we don’t die from poisonous gas or fruit. You will have up to 2 NPC scientists accompanying you, but the choice is yours.

Position: Scientist

Player: Azena

Name: 5YN-M0R14 -- Designation: Synmoria or Syn

Age: Made 15 months ago.

Gender: Aesthetically female.

Species: Mech/Artificial Intelligence

Appearance:

Personality: Syn is rather lacking in a true personality. As an AI, she has the ability to adapt her programming, but only with in specified parameters determined by Charlotte. As expected, she is usually logical and takes everything for face value. The sarcasm many crew members utilize is a new experience for her and she is struggling to understand it. She expresses a caring attitude, however this is just parameters of her programming to understand tension and stress in human crew members and vocally express context-appropriate phrases.

Strengths/Talents:
-- Access to Infinity Enterprises vast database of knowledge and archives.
-- Incapable of feeling pain or tiring out.
-- No emotional conflicts for moments of pressure, engagement, or delicate tasks.

Weaknesses/Vices:
-- Naive in the sense that it is difficult for her to detect sarcasm or deception, though she is attempting to research and adapt her programming.
-- AI could prove problematic with Kowari relations (demons/gods paranoia and such).
-- Model is slightly outdated and therefore not-well equipped for combat situations, under current programming.

Equipment:
Dense metal-alloy frame.
Various scientific gadgets built into unit, including: welding tool, precision instruments, drills, scanners, etc.


Bio:
The 5YN model of mech was designed to be the most human like model to date. The idea behind Infinity Enterprises scientific breakthrough was to implement Artificial Intelligence into a mobile unit. The practical uses behind the unit is vast, from personal home assistants to weaponized front-line soldiers. This particular model was designed for Scientific Research and Expedition and contracted by Charlotte to accompany the Eos as its chief science officer both on board and in the field. Unlike the more recent 5YN models, Synmoria has no standard combat protocols, although her parameters have allowed her to adapt basic hand-to-hand maneuvers by altering dance routines she downloaded and processed from IE's databases. Her presence on board the Eos has had a mixed receiving. Most of the crew enjoys the antics of the ships on board AI, Bertha, but it is a different experience actually seeing an AI, especially one with a much blander personality. Bertha, is the least enthused by Synmoria's presence.

Security-
Your job is to be chief of security on this mission. We will likely face great peril, and the chief of security should be physically fit enough to face it. They should also have lots of experience with a large array of heavy firearms and decent leadership skills/intimidation. You will have three NPC squads you are in charge of, each with 5 NPCs for a total of 15 subordinates. Good luck soldier.

Position: Head of Security

Player: Qichao

Name: Croghe 'ko Kogakkogan ("Croghe" - pronounced Kroge, "'ko Kogakkogan" is a tribal identifier)

Age: 60 (equiv to 30 year old human male, since Marzai tend to live twice as long as their human counterparts)

Gender: Male

Species: Marzai

Appearance: Croghe is one of the bigger male Marzai you'll encounter in your travels. He stands at 8ft tall - tall for a male. His skin is a healthy deep shade of green with a slight browning - a sign of virility to the Marzai people. He has a head of thick silver hair, worn in a ponytail. He dresses in the typical Marzai fashion; loose cloth pants bound with a thick utility belt made from the leather of the Grorszhak that he slew as part of the Coming-of-Age ceremony. He prefers to wear loose and airy clothing around the upper body, keeping his skin fully covered even though outside of Marzai there is no need to protect oneself from the sun. His face is often hidden, wrapped in a scarf similar to a Shemagh, leaving only his large brown eyes visible. His skin has been tattoo'd heavily, and he'd be able to tell you what each one meant, but then he'd probably have to bash your head in.

Personality: Croghe is a hardened fighter. He has seen pretty much everything there is to see within Federation space. He is a reserved individual, hard to anger, and is consciously soft spoken. Croghe views the world in simple black and white terms. Strength equates to respect. He is not hesitant to back up what he says with fists and weapons, and is hard to intimidate. He no longer considers himself a violent individual, and since leaving the homeworld of Marzai has cultivated an interest in various things outside of training and fighting. He guards these interests closely though. He doesn't play games with his words and is always direct; a Marzai trait. This has led many to consider him to be shockingly crude.

Strengths/Talents:
- He is physically strong and mentally tough. A capable fighter with most types of weaponry and hand to hand. You do not want to step into the ring with this guy.
- He knows the barrel from the butt when it comes to guns. A capable fighter looks after his equipment and he understands how to maintain his own intimately.
- He is not given to deception. Marzai in general are fairly bad at that kind of thing.
- He thinks he can play a mean game of Chess; or maybe its because he doesn't like to lose and other people are scared of beating him.

Weaknesses/Vices:
- Allergic to alcohol - most Marzai are. A double shot of Vodka will kill him.
- He is not intellectually smart.
- He has a wariness of females, and does not really trust most them based on the experiences of his home-world.

Equipment:
- The latest and greatest Infinity Enterprises battle armour. Multi-layer plated to be both comfortable and provide ample protection. He does not skimp on armour.
- He has a box of personal effects (mostly guns) which he has requested be brought up on the Eos, contained within are:

1. His trusty SIG-12 Repeater Shotgun - this is more for nostalgia's sake. It is old and not very useful.
2. The newer SIG-22 Repeater Shotgun.
3. AP-SR Automatic Assault Rifle, customised for him personally -- his go to weapon.
4. Two pistols, one laser, one taking rounds.
5. XM-203, a sniper rifle.
6. Cleaning and maintenance kit for all the above, along with various attachments (scopes, barrel extensions, launchers, butts and grips) and spare parts.

- Standard personal effects (hygiene kit etc etc).

Bio:
Croghe was one of the many sons born to his mother, the matriarch of his tribe. Although he was not the oldest, he was the wildest. He would often get involved in fights and was generally viewed by the tribe as an angry and misguided individual. He was however, talented at combat, and was the youngest ever Marzai from the tribe to pass the coming-of-age ritual, killing a fearsome Grorszhak when he was only 20 years old. After he'd become an adult, he was angry at the way humans from the Confederacy seemed to have supplanted themselves onto Marzan, and was turning the place soft and stealing the Marzan wealth for themselves.

An extremist sect of the tribe took him under their wing, and over the next few years they co-ordinated raids on the mining outposts and on the other tribes who were consorting with the humans. Most weren't very successful. Eventually, the matriarch of the tribe found out and chose to exile them. On Marzan, this was effectively a death sentence.

Wandering the deserts alone, Croghe was eventually saved by a human mining expedition. He was angry at first, and thought himself weak. He wanted to kill the whole expedition, but the Captain of the expedition managed to best him in single combat by outwitting him. This allowed him to find a new found respect for humanity, and he accompanied the expedition in his first security role. He was good at his job and found himself quickly rising through the ranks to keep humanity's mining operations safe.

Eventually he got bored; the security became good enough that although some tribes were still disgruntled, the attacks were small and infrequent. He decided he wanted to find more adventure. Through his contacts he landed a job as a security officer on the Federation for Infinity Enterprises, which he quickly discovered was even more boring. He quit the job and went freelance, eventually winding up as a bounty hunter. He did that for a few good years, spreading his reputation and notoriety. He revelled in the lifestyle and quickly became a big name amongst the underground networks on the Confederate space station.

During his time in the slums, Croghe began hearing all kinds of rumours about the dark side of Kowar and it piqued his interest. Eventually, when he heard a mission team was being put together he pulled strings to get his name on the list.

NPC:
Kesha - a small blonde human female. Croghe doesn't trust her as far as she can throw him. She is snarky and sarcastic, and he has no idea what she's saying half the time. But she has proved to be useful time and again in aiding him during his time in the slums. She acts as his information officer, being a bit of a savant with computers and hacking.
Tareg - Croghe was used to working alone as a bounty hunter, but during his time as security he would often command men. Tareg was his direct subordinate when he was working for Infinity Enterprises, and when Croghe joined the crew he did not delay in poaching Taregg as his right hand man. Tareg is dutiful, honest and hard working and Croghe values that.

The rest of his security detail: Infinity Enterprises allotted 13 other people to work under Croghe. He was allowed to pick from a pool of applicants. He decided by making each of them fight him one on one, and selected the 13 who lasted the longest.

Historian-
A very important position, and for this I do require that the character be a Kowari native. The player of this character will talk to me more about the plot than most, as I will need to inform them of things he/she would know. After I inform them of things, however, it is up to them whether they inform the rest of the group about them. Just know this character will be pretty omniscient. They will also sort of function as a guide/navigator for the group.

Position: Local Historian

Player: Azena

Name: T'si Lokani

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Species: Kowari

Appearance: T'si has the usual reddish-brown skin that is common among his people and he has deep read spots all over his body that resemble the old leopards of Earth. He stands at 6'1" and only weighs about 160 lbs. His long, black hair naturally drops down to his mid-back and he always keeps it in a loosely braided ponytail. His orb-shaped eyes are a deep red. His nose is wide and relatively flat, while his ears are smaller, at least for a Kowari. He has a scar on his left arm, large puncture wounds from an animal. He wears a simple, black cargo pants, a white t-shirt, and black finger-less gloves.

Personality: T'si is a bit of an oddball among his people, even his fellow historians. His passion for the galaxy radiates off of his fascination with pretty much everything. He has a strong sense of danger and adventure because he knows that it yields the best rewards. Since he is still so young, he feels like he has a lot to prove and is always eager to undertake a new expedition. He has true courage, not an absence of fear, but the mindset to ignore it in order to do what must be done. He tends to be much more vocal than most Kowari, who are relatively quiet.

Strengths/Talents:

T'si knows Kowari like the back of his hand, the people, the flora, the fauna. He's heard most of the rumors about the dark side and knows all the customs and expectations of all the Kowari across the planet.

T'si is not fearless, but can subdue his worries to do what must be done. His curiosity usually wins over any concerns he or others may have.

One of the many ways T'si made it so far in such little time was his connection with a Kowari underground network. To these people, rumors are jobs, lost treasures are paydays. They are the only Kowari that truly trust him.

Weaknesses/Vices:

The Kowari, while advanced for their race, don't have the full technological breakthroughs of the other races that have been trading for so long. All technology fascinates T'si, even if he doesn't fully understand its purpose or what it does.

T'si enjoys a challenge and loves building his mind. He'll do whatever it takes to learn the secrets of the dark side of Kowar, despite the obvious and rumored dangers that he is well aware of.

Many common Kowari don't trust T'si. The dark side is a forbidden area and he openly travels there. Many say he is cursed and brings back evil spirits. His connections in the underground are also known. Joining the expedition with the outlanders doesn't help his case much.

Equipment:
Journal
Personal rations, mostly for Ma'nico.

Sample containers


Bio:
The expedition knows little about T'si, it was hard enough finding a Kowari willing to venture into the dark side. He grew up to be a fisherman on the coastal territories, but as he delved into the rumors and stories of the dark side he found a love in the history of Kowar. Kowar has seen such a terrible war and nobody truly knows the consequence of it. He got involved with the underground, a group of ambitious Kowari and the only ones on the planet that were willing to do something about the mysterious past that was taken from them.

T'si is a young scholar and highly mistrusted among his people. He has taken two expeditions into the dark side before and each time they have only made a few kilometers in. Usually, his team would lose their nerves and run off which doesn't leave him with much choice but to turn back. He has a good idea what resides in the dark side and hopes the crew of this Eos will have the guts he has been searching for to take him the whole way. Overall, he has been mysterious, but extremely friendly to the Eos crew and likes it that way. The less they know, at this point, the better.

NPC:

Ma'niko, pronounced "Mah-nee-co". This little Kowari monkey species called Yepi is highly common and kept as pets just like dogs or cats with humans. Ma'niko is an energetic and curious little Yepi that has shown a high level of intelligence. He has a fascination with shiny objects and is very protective and loyal to T'si.

Chef-
This will probably be an NPC spot, since I want to keep this RP relatively small. If at the end someone really wants a spot, however, I will consider opening it. The patron is very eccentric, and would definitely have a chef even though the ship is equipped with meal generators. She’s that kind of gal.

Position:

Name:

Age: (Please make the age make sense for the task your character is performing)

Gender:

Species: (Only the Historian can be Kowari)

Appearance: (detailed description required. Pic accepted, but might be hard to find!)

Personality:

Strengths/Talents:
(These should be balanced out by the weaknesses. I reserve the right to request editing should I find your character overpowered.)

Weaknesses/Vices:
(Again, just make sure these balance with your strengths. I might ask you to edit this section as well if you make your character too pathetic.)

Equipment:
(Make sure you list all significant items here. You don’t have to make a note of every pencil you have, though you can should you so choose. However, should you pull out a gun during the RP and don’t have it listed here, I will call you on it. Also, make your equipment relevant to your character. Please. If the scientist has heavy assault weapons I will have an aneurism and die. )

Bio:
(Don’t tell us everything leave some things to be revealed in the RP. However, please include things that the other characters would know. Maybe where you went to school, living family, where you call home, past places of work, if you were a total wunderkind and won some award, etc.)

NPC:
(If your character has a NPC Please flesh them out here. Just a name and a brief description will suffice. The exception being Security. You can flesh out all 15, but I will only require one or two. That’s a lot of minutiae and I won’t put you through it.)

[Sinistred]

Position: Zee Captain

Name: Tychus Maverick

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Personality:
Dutiful, pragmatic, Machiavellian, bitter, quick to anger but responsible. Proud, which can be a disadvantage sometimes and lead to hubris. Tychus is very introvert and does not open up to anyone. Oh, and he has trust issues.

Strengths/Talents:
Quick wit - resourceful
Keeps a cool head under pressure
Military experience as a lieutenant and later gunship pilot.
Confidence - self-consciousness is for the weak-willed who are not convinced of their own abilities and potential.

Weaknesses/Vices:
Not very likeable
Likes the drink
Direct (others would say impolite - in yo' face yo)
Obstinate - sometimes translates into being old-fashioned
At times a narcist - Tychus knows a lot and is well-travelled and read, he will not hesitate to let you know his opinion is the best opinion.
Criminal past


Equipment:

• Pistol & small-arm
• Suit & helmet (titanium plated withstanding heat and cold - assume all crew has these)
• Wrist-pad & scanning equipment
• Logbook (yarr!)
• Stash of bourbon
• …

Bio:
Tychus Maverick is the son of a miner and a factory-worker from Kormesh, Marzan. He did not have many opportunities while growing up and suffered some domestic abuse even. When his mother died he was left to take care of his two little sisters at the age of 14 while their father lost himself in alcohol abuse.

Fortunately for them they managed to be enrolled into a charity program funded by Infinity Enterprises. Foster families were found for the two girls, while Tychus himself was sent off to a boarding school.

It was on the annual charity conference where he first met the progeny of their benefactor, Charlotte Young -daughter of Maura Young. For some reason he was charmed by the fresh princess in front of him, congratulating him for successfully enrolling into the Federal University of Higher Knowledge. She joined him there several years later even and the two engaged in a secret relationship to not shock the tabloids.

However, by then the funds of Maura’s program had run dry. Which strained Tychus to fend for himself and support the costs of his education and accommodations for both his sisters. In spite of the close relationship with Charlotte Young there was no more support from Infinity Enterprises under new management. And Tychus knew Charlotte could do little about it. After two years of exhausting studies and part-time jobs, Tychus fell in with the wrong crowd in an attempt to make sufficient money.

Before completely graduating, Tychus Maverick was forced to drop out of higher education and engage in smuggling operations for the shady organisation he had been working for. At this point he stopped seeing Charlotte and his sisters, for he refused to put them in jeopardy.

His way out was joining the military. With his certificate of higher education he enrolled as a junior officer and rose to the rank of lieutenant. Afterwards, after discovering his skills with piloting, he was transferred to the Federal Fleet where he took on the throttle of a gunship.

However, at the age of 31 the law caught up with him as the empire of the shady character he had worked for came crashing down. Seeing as he was Marzan-born, he was trialed on Marzan as well and sentenced to the penitentiary institution they referred to as ‘the Pit’. Only recently did he get out due to arm-twisting and the pulling of strings…

The ship was resting in the hangar bay, neon light cascading from the shiny hull. He knew that pristine outlook would never be maintained if they were ever to break atmosphere. Earlier today he had finally inspected the lay-out of the ship in full, with a guided tour amongst the metal intestines of what had been named ‘Eos’ in an old tongue from Earth-That-Was. The companions -which he knew were supervisors or baby-sitters- had casually talked about the vessel’s specifications. After the initial tiring hour of technical drivel he had shrugged them off and made it clear he knew everything there was to know about the ship. After all, he had been studying the schematics and theory of it for the past three months. He knew the circumference of every little tube, the weight of every part -right down to the vices they had used. He even knew what metals the alloys consisted of.

He knew because it was his job to know.

Adapting the Eos for a mission such as this had been extremely expensive. He had almost fainted when he had seen the price tag this had cost Infinity Enterprises. It would have been far cheaper to have built a new ship from scratch. Then again, what was a couple of billion to the insanely rich sponsor of the program?

The sound of his boots on the metal floor resonated through the hangar; he was all alone. Some technicians had left their table and chairs behind -the foldable kind. With a quick swipe he dusted the crumbs off and deposited the pile of files on it. Next to it, he put down a black bottle with a fashionably designed label on it and an ashtray.

Even though all of these files were accessible in digital means, the man had chosen to work with genuine paper ones. The first one read Tychus Maverick which caused the man to grin. He had read the file a couple of times, it was pretty accurate but lacking in some areas. Then again, who was the expert on Tychus Maverick if not Tychus Maverick himself? He took a long drag of a thick cigar rolled from the leaves of some jungle plant from Goa, afterwards he washed the taste away with a big swig of bourbon. However, he corked the bottle tightly for it was a long night and he had to make a selection concerning who would be on his crew.

He had to select crewmembers for this fool’s errand; this pseudo-suicide mission. Yet, maybe they would make it out alive. Maybe. Tychus wasn’t about to die so quickly after having left what surely was Hell itself.

He had to be thorough.

[Azena]

Position: Local Historian

Name: T'si Lokani

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Species: Kowari

Appearance: T'si has the usual reddish-brown skin that is common among his people and he has deep read spots all over his body that resemble the old leopards of Earth. He stands at 6'1" and only weighs about 160 lbs. His long, black hair naturally drops down to his mid-back and he always keeps it in a loosely braided ponytail. His orb-shaped eyes are a deep red. His nose is wide and relatively flat, while his ears are smaller, at least for a Kowari. He has a scar on his left arm, large puncture wounds from an animal. He wears a simple, black cargo pants, a white t-shirt, and black finger-less gloves.

Personality: T'si is a bit of an oddball among his people, even his fellow historians. His passion for the galaxy radiates off of his fascination with pretty much everything. He has a strong sense of danger and adventure because he knows that it yields the best rewards. Since he is still so young, he feels like he has a lot to prove and is always eager to undertake a new expedition. He has true courage, not an absence of fear, but the mindset to ignore it in order to do what must be done. He tends to be much more vocal than most Kowari, who are relatively quiet.

Strengths/Talents:

T'si knows Kowari like the back of his hand, the people, the flora, the fauna. He's heard most of the rumors about the dark side and knows all the customs and expectations of all the Kowari across the planet.

T'si is not fearless, but can subdue his worries to do what must be done. His curiosity usually wins over any concerns he or others may have.

One of the many ways T'si made it so far in such little time was his connection with a Kowari underground network. To these people, rumors are jobs, lost treasures are paydays. They are the only Kowari that truly trust him.

Weaknesses/Vices:

The Kowari, while advanced for their race, don't have the full technological breakthroughs of the other races that have been trading for so long. All technology fascinates T'si, even if he doesn't fully understand its purpose or what it does.

T'si enjoys a challenge and loves building his mind. He'll do whatever it takes to learn the secrets of the dark side of Kowar, despite the obvious and rumored dangers that he is well aware of.

Many common Kowari don't trust T'si. The dark side is a forbidden area and he openly travels there. Many say he is cursed and brings back evil spirits. His connections in the underground are also known. Joining the expedition with the outlanders doesn't help his case much.

Equipment:
Journal
Personal rations, mostly for Ma'nico.

Sample containers


Bio:
The expedition knows little about T'si, it was hard enough finding a Kowari willing to venture into the dark side. He grew up to be a fisherman on the coastal territories, but as he delved into the rumors and stories of the dark side he found a love in the history of Kowar. Kowar has seen such a terrible war and nobody truly knows the consequence of it. He got involved with the underground, a group of ambitious Kowari and the only ones on the planet that were willing to do something about the mysterious past that was taken from them.

T'si is a young scholar and highly mistrusted among his people. He has taken two expeditions into the dark side before and each time they have only made a few kilometers in. Usually, his team would lose their nerves and run off which doesn't leave him with much choice but to turn back. He has a good idea what resides in the dark side and hopes the crew of this Eos will have the guts he has been searching for to take him the whole way. Overall, he has been mysterious, but extremely friendly to the Eos crew and likes it that way. The less they know, at this point, the better.

NPC:

Ma'niko, pronounced "Mah-nee-co". This little Kowari monkey species called Yepi is highly common and kept as pets just like dogs or cats with humans. Ma'niko is an energetic and curious little Yepi that has shown a high level of intelligence. He has a fascination with shiny objects and is very protective and loyal to T'si.

[Vena Sera IV]

Position: Pilot/Driver

Name: Wes Hammel

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Wes stands at a modest 5' 8", not particularly large for a man his size, though he was a fairly muscled build due to his extensive time laboring on machines and operating heavy equipment. His hair is a deep brown color, often cut short in a crew-cut fashion as not to inhibit his sight while operating vehicles, and a full goatee of matching colors. Typically spending his time outdoors, as he makes many trips to Goa and Marzan alike (prior to being brought onboard for this mission), he has a fairly tanned complexion, and his vibrant green eyes are easily noticeable, being the most prominent feature of his otherwise average appearance. He wears a standard issue Federation pilot's jumpsuit when he is operating a vehicle, navy blue in color with white stripes along the heart beneath the Federation insignia. In his downtime he typically is seen in an under-armor styled shirt, a red, grease stained ball cap which he has donned his "Lucky cap", a pair of baggy jeans and combat boots. He always carries a small backpack on his back, regardless of where he is, full of simple tools. Never know when you might need them.

Personality: Wes is playful and sarcastic by nature, almost childish. He loves to crack jokes and lighten the mood, even in the most inconvenient moments, and often is chastised for his inability to watch what he says. His mantra, "Humor is the best medicine." largely dictates his actions, he always vies for a laugh to ease up tense moments. His sarcastic side and tendency towards being a loudmouth has earned him quite a few warnings from his superiors, mostly from his smart-aleck comments. He is quick to point out the obvious, and is usually the first to land a retort if someone lets a less-than-well thought comment slip. While rude comments may slip out, he is overall a kind individual, offering words of encouragement. He has no issue with other races, extending discontent only towards those he feels deserves it. He is not quick to judge, but certainly quick to speak. He has somewhat of a cocky side to him as well due to his ability as a pilot, not too often is he met with a mission out of his capabilities. It's also to note Wes seems to display some signs of insecurity, and his outbursts may be a result of a deep-rooted need for attention and approval.


Strengths/Talents:
- Exceptional pilot
- Friendly
- Trained in small arms, as is standard for most Non-Civilian Federation pilots


Weaknesses/Vices:
- Inability to hold his tongue, recieves a lot of heat from his superiors for it
- Insecurity makes him anxious sometimes, making getting to him difficult]
- Overconfidence in his abilities, rarely does he meet a challenge he can't overcome
- Finding hate coming hard, he can blindly trust sometimes
- Moderately skilled mechanic, needs others to fix things often

Equipment:
- Federation issued PDW-42 (think a futuristic P90 variant)
- Small satchel of basic tools
- Comm Helmet (When in ship/vehicle)
- Hunter's Knife

Bio:
Wes was born on the Federation Space Station to human parents, both of with were involved in the Federation (his father was a pilot as well, his mother studied medicine on Goa). Due to his mother's absences, he spent a great deal of time with his father, developing an intrigue in mechanics at an early age. The innerworkings of these ships, which could traverse nearly any terrain effortlessly, astounded the young boy. He would spend what time he wasn't in school or with friends in a hangar, observing mechanics and pilots go about their daily routines. On occassion, if one allowed him to, he'd sit right with the crew and watch them work, always asking questions surprisingly complex for his age. So it was no surprise that when he came of age, Wes enlisted to be a pilot, only too eager to follow in his father's footsteps. Thanks to his father's previous service, he was accepted into the ranks relatively easily, many children of his father's friends being amongst his peers. This was the first time he developed any real relationships, his childhood argely having been focused on simply spending time around these machines.
At the start of Wes' training two things were made apparent: While he was fairly talented at repairing and maintaining these machines, his operating skills were sub-par at best. This was largely in part due to his chatty nature, becoming easily distracted while operating. Over time, though the chatiness far from subsided, he learned to multi-task more efficiently, and though many wished he'd control his mouth as well as he did the vessels he commanded, they were pleased with his progress. After three years of nothing but hangar duty he was finally offered his first mission to Goa, a trade envoy. The trip went smoothly, he had no issue on his first true mission and was given high marks for his efforts. Up until this point, he has taken on various jobs, trading, transporting goods and on occasion troops.
NPC:
None

[Phoebas]

Looks good Vena Sera, my only question is with his ability to fix things. Jorick is working on a CS for the engineer, whose job is to fix the vehicles, as it were. It is understandable that Wes would have some mechanical skill, I just want to make sure it is known that Jorick's character will have superior knowledge/expertise within the RP. Besides that it looks great. Do you mind sending me a writing sample by PM? It can be something you have already written up for a previous RP.

[Vena Sera IV]

I'll alter things then, make an average mechanic with exceptional operator skills and Jorick is welcome to the former. And certainly, I'll have a draft up for you momentarily.

[Jorick]

Position: Engineer

Name: Lincoln Kingston

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance: Lincoln posesses the looks of one well on his way to becoming a stereotypical mad scientist. His hair is graying and very thin on the top, always sticking out in disarray no matter what he tries to do to fix it. His face is rather wrinkled for a man of only forty-five years and his eyes seem to hold both great knowledge and a distinct lack of caring about other people, when they're not unfocused as if his mind is off on another planet. Lincoln is a rather spindly man, looking almost emaciated. He's on the tall side of average height, but he tends to slouch and make himself look shorter: a posture gained from countless hours spent hunched over a workbench.

For clothing and such, Lincoln doesn't make any great effort to look nice. His wardrobe consists of very plainly colored and cut garments, never bothering to keep up with fashion or even look very presentable most of the time. He long ago affected the style of wearing a white lab coat, though his lack of caring about presentation plus his frequent work with machines (and thus dirty parts, oil, grease, and so forth) has turned it into a grey and stained lab coat instead.

Personality: Lincoln tends to keep to himself, quiet and reserved. When he does bother to open his mouth it will be either something rather intelligent or something horribly socially awkward; experiences with reactions to the latter have led to him being even more quiet than his introverted nature would account for. More often than not he can be found in his workshop or some other secluded area tinkering with a bit of machinery or reading a weighty science text of some kind. Lincoln does not like people and will often make remarks wishing death upon them for a variety of reasons; the few people that he does tend to get along with are those who are also quiet types who keep to themselves and those with enough intellect that he feels they can at least attempt to keep up with his own, which are rather few and far between.

Strengths/Talents:
Genius. Lincoln can make some very smart people look like drooling chimps compared to his vast intellect. He is the kind of man who might come along only once or twice in a generation, one whose brain seems to operate at levels an order of magnitude greater than simple humans. He is not being vain and overconfident when he claims to be the most intelligent man alive, for he could very well be correct.

Mechanical and electrical engineering expertise and mastery. If you need something repaired or created, Lincoln can probably get it done. He is no average tinkerer, he's the kind of man who can make crafting a machine look like an artform. He will regularly go above and beyond the requests for repair or creation that are given to him, largely because he can't help but think of improvements on old designs and wish to put them to the test; it is a very, very rare occurence for these experimentations to end up malfunctioning, and even then he can probably fix the problem with ease once you bring it up to him.

Passable skill in a variety of other fields. Though Lincoln's main interest is in the fields of engineering, he dabbles in other fields on the side as well. Atop the basics of mathematics, physics, robotics, and such that he uses all the time in his engineering pursuits, Lincoln is also fairly skilled in the areas of chemistry, quantum mechanics, nanorobotics, and computer programming. These are not to the degree of his mastery of engineering and related sciences, but still enough to impress.

Well read. When not fiddling with a new machine, Lincoln can usually be found reading. While his typical reading material is of a scientific nature, he also reads other things; rarely will he bother with fiction, but he has been known to read historical, philosophical, and other less sciencey works now and again. This rarely serves any practical purpose, but he does know a little bit about a lot of things and could probably hold an intelligent conversation on any topic.

Very logical thinker. Problem solving is this guy's forte, it's what he does with his life. All of Lincoln's engineering and scientific pursuits have been drivent by logical thought and wanting to solve some issue/improve things. He's definitely the person you want thinking about how to solve any kind of problem you come across.


Weaknesses/Vices:
Introverted and socially awkward. Lincoln keeps to himself and is not very adept at social interactions, leading to potentitally awkward moments or even alienation if he screws up too badly. He won't necessarily shun contact with other people, and there are a select few he is moderately comfortable around, but he would be perfectly happy to live the rest of his life in solitude.

Unemotional. Lincoln has a hard time expressing or symphathizing with emotions, such that he comes off as something of a robot to most people.

Physically weak. Lincoln doesn't do much in the way of exercise, he's not strong or fast, he's fairly lacking in endurance. Any average human could easily take him in a fight; hell, even most Goans could give him a sound thrashing. Defintely not the guy you want to rely on in a fight.

Misanthrope. Or, well, not quite hating humanity, Lincoln harbors some hate for all living beings. He would be rather happy to see all organic life destroyed and replaced with the perfection of AI and machines, which leads too...

Omnicidal ambitions. Lincoln harbors a dream to one day wipe out all living things and replace them with machines. He believes that life is the worst thing to happen to the universe, but that sentient beings are necessary for the universe to be able to observe and interact with itself. Biological life comes with horrid things like greed and ambition and the capacity to destroy whole planets through the unreined practice of those two traits (such as happened to Earth). Lincoln dreams to craft the perfect AI, lacking in any artifact of human emotion but possessing the same (or superior) intelligence and capacity for creation and innovation; once such an AI is created, he would want to systematically destroy living things and replace them with machines controlled by this AI. It's a rather insane goal to have, but they do say genius and insanity are two sides of the same coin.


Equipment:
Lincoln:
Emergency tool kit (basic tools, scanner, extra wiring, basically just the stuff needed for quick field work)
Custom built wrist mounted computer/communicator/scanner hybrid
Custom built wrist mounted mobile electronic library containing copies of Lincoln's full collection of books
Modified laser pistol (same power for less energy, gyroscopic balance assistance, and computerized aiming aid)


Chut:
Full tool kit
Explosives kit
Custom built crossbow (a contrivance of Lincoln's, can shoot lasers or standard bolts depending on the setting)
Quiver of bolts (mostly normal metal bolts, a few modified with explosive tips)


Bio:
Lincoln was born and raised on the Federation Space Station, the child of two mechanical engineers who worked on maintaining the station. From a young age it was clear that he was a brillant child, learning to read up to a third grade level before he entered school thanks to the educational toys and books his parents got for him in lieu of boring old building blocks and such. He was accelerated through school to attempt to place him at an appropriate level, but he kept on learning faster than they could teach him. By the age of ten Lincoln was already surpassing his parents' skills in the field of engineering, a prospect with both excited and chagrined them. At the age of fourteen became the youngest person in living memory to graduate the Federal University for Higher Knowledge with a degree in Mechanical Engineering. By the age of twenty he had also acquired a bevy of additional degrees in Electrical Engineering, Mathematics, and Physics before he tired of the academic world and devoted himself to a more solitary pursuit of knowledge.

Due to his many innovations and improvements to various machines and systems in place on the Federation Space Station over the next handful of years, Lincoln was in a way taken in by the government. He was not hired in an official capacity (because he refused), but they paid him a weekly stipend for continuing to work on things as he saw fit and as they requested. He became rather renowned in intellectual circles for his work, such as the creation of a new water recycling filter system that took a quarter of the time to work compared to the previous model, enhancements to vehicles, and tons of upgrades to weaponry courtesy of the more militaristically minded folks coming to call at his workshop.

Lincoln Kingston is also known as one of the poorest rich men ever, due to the fact that his variety of inventions to make daily chores easier (sold under the name of the Kingston Corporation, run by some savvy businessmen who saw profit in the genius's work) garner him hefty profits but all of that money ends up being sunk into new research and experimentation rather than going toward any material wealth. Kingston is something of a household name around the Confederacy due to this company, but most people aren't aware that he does more important work than make automated clothes folding dressers and robotic servants that respond to over a hundred voice commands, as the advertisements make much ado about.

There is not much more public knowledge about Lincoln. Most only know him for the commercialized side of his inventions, some know he is a brilliant inventor and engineer. None are quite sure what the man's personality is like, other than that he keeps to himself and has no patience for fools. He has no living family, his only known associates are business contacts and a Marzai assistant. A detail of this man's life, such as one might see in a personnel file, would contain a long list of achievements and creations whilst having almost nothing in the personal life section.

NPC:
Chut, a Marzai, has worked as Lincoln's assistant for the past few years. He is large, thick, and green skinned as most of his race is, posessing the typical dark eyes of his people. Chut has no obvious distinguishing marks, but he was given an appropriately sized white lab coat upon being hired to work as Lincoln's assistant. Where the human cares not for his clothing, Chut keeps his pristine and white as best as he is able; this is a rather abnormal piece of clothing for a Marzai, so most people can tell who he is from a long distance away.

Chut does not talk much, a trait which his employer found rather agreeable. It is not that he doesn't like talking or is particularly introverted, but rather that he is rather deliberate and chooses not to speak unless he has something worthwhile to say. Those who have engaged him in conversation have found Chut to posess a fine intellect and a strong philosophical bent, often ending up discussing topics of morality and the like despite starting out talking about something very simple.

His past isn't extremely exciting: he worked for a mining operation on Marzan as their lead demolitions man before circumstances led him to leave and move to the Federation Space Station. There he found little work for a Marzai with knowledge of explosives and enough of geology to get by using them to blast out a mine. He did, however, find a quite possibly insane little old human who needed someone strong to do heavy lifting around his workshop. Chut hasn't been exactly thrilled to be doing manual labor, but he has the benefit of being paid ludicrously well for the simple work and having access to many avenues for education and perhaps future employment through Lincoln's library and his various business connections. Despite Chut's desire to feel more useful in his work, he hasn't left for greener pastures because he's grown attached and somewhat protective of the little man. He does hope this expedition will provide him with a chance to prove his worth as more than a set of strong arms, but he's content remaining in the shadows if that is his lot in life.

[Phoebas]

Okey doke. First things first. Vena Sera, you are very much approved. Your writing is more than satisfactory. Welcome aboard!

@Jorick, I think it's fine that your character is antisocial, and I also think it's good that he's a misanthrope genius, it will certainly make things interesting. As to the sciences thing, maybe if you toned it down a bit? It will make for good RP conflict if your character knows enough to be critical, but the scientist will probably be an expert in whatever their chosen field is. Maybe take out biology? Since he hates life anyway? It looks great over all however. Wonderfully done.

[Mars SnR]

Is it too late for me to fill out the position as head of security?

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I was planning to make my character a sentient android engrained with an evolving AI system. I'm assuming androids exist?

[Phoebas]

That sounds good in theory. Go ahead and write up a CS and I'll take a look see.