Name:Akechi Lee Ko
Age:37
Position:Captain Of the Heart Of Gold
Appearance/Clothing:
(Minus the elf ears)
Skills: Astrogation, Athletics(Endurance, Strength, Coordination), Bribery, Carouse, Communications, Computer, Deception, Drive(Mole), Flyer, Gun Combat(Pistol, Rifle), Jack Of All Trades, Language(Common & Chinese), Leadership, Melee(Blade, Bludgeon), Manipulate, Streetwise, Tactics(Small/Large Unit, Space, Ground), Trade(By Planet), Zero-G
Crimes Against The Alliance:Smuggling, Bribery, Transporting Unauthorized personal, Captaining Without a License, ect
Additional Information:Browncoat
Weapons:Pistol, Shotgun, Katana
Possessions:The ship and everything in it.
Personality:Kind to those that she feels like being kind to, a major pain to most everyone else. Smart wit, doesn’t put up with any crap on her ship and has been known to leave people in deep space.
History: Fought in the war against the alliance, has been captaining the Heart Of Gold since the end of the war. Keeps most of her past to herself, she feels the past is best left there. (Character History will be expanded on through out the RP)

Name: April Cooper
Age: 19
Position: Pilot
Appearance/Clothing:
Skills: Pilot, Navigation, Mechanic, Flyer, Drive, Astrogation, Streetwise, Zero-G, Carouse, Gun Combat (Pistol)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Larceny, Hijacking, Theft of Motorized Vehicles, Theft of Spacecraft, Contempt of Court
Additional Information: Never an actual member, but significant Browncoat leanings.
Weapons: One Enfield Revolver, and... that's it.
Possessions: Several piles of junk she keeps in her bunk/the cockpit, containing souveniers, knick-knacks, mementos and nothing of any real value.
Personality: April is compassionate, firey, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong, though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends. She can be something of an adrenaline junkie when it comes to making things go fast, though she never really puts herself or anyone else in danger. She also has a problem with authority about a mile wide - credit it to her upbringing.
History: April was born on a poor outer planet called Natawalk. Her parents were both Browncoats who died in the rebellion, so for as long as she can really remember she was raised by her uncle. As she grew up, she quickly discovered a talent for piloting, driving, and otherwise operating vehicles, as well as an ability to make them go. She left her home at sixteen years old to make her own way in the star system, immediately beginning a crime spree of hijackings, joy-rides, and Robin-Hood style redistribution of wealth.

Name: Hannah "Sparrow" McClave
Age: 20
Position: She Who Makes Things Go Boom (weapons expert)


Skills: Combat Engineering (Fortifications, Mines, Sensor Surv, Camo), Animals (Riding, Vet), Athletics (circus skills), Carouse, Deception, Drive (2 and 4 wheel, hover), Explosives (she likey), Forgery, Gambler, Liaison, Remote Operations, Trade (Local), Weapon Engineering (Melee, Energy, Ballistic, Heavy, Drones)
Crimes Against The Alliance: Smuggling, Property Destruction, Contempt of Court, Vandalism, plus the ones she won't talk about, Manslaughter, First Degree Murder, Second Degree Murder, and Grand Larceny; she's only been convicted for some of these crimes
Additional Information: Heavy South Carolina Southern accent. Loves small animals and will protect them with her life. Cries at sad and/or animated movies. Has named every single one of her weapons. Ask her about the homicide charges and she won't say a word.
Weapons: Many. Ranges from ballistic knives, to rocket launchers, to bioweapons banned on most planets. Her favorite is a seemingly endless box of tiny, pill-sized grenades that she refers to as her 'fairy dust.'
Possessions: Hannah keeps her weapons in an enormous cube locker with a 10-digit pass, a biometric and retinal scanner, and requires a specific song as a password. She also has the general odds and edds, clothes,
Personality: Hannah might just be the nicest person you'll ever meet. She stands at about five feet tall, she's cute, she has a charming southern drawl, and she's just so damn cheerful all the time it's hard not to like her, because she certainly likes you. That being said, she also regularly blows craters in small towns and cackles while she does it, so either that's all just an act or there's something scary lurking under all those smiles.
History: Hannah was part of a large family on a backwater planet near the edge of the alliance; between the two tracts of land the different branches of the family owned, she got to experience both horse and cattle farming. Unfortunately, when the revolution rolled around, those two branches split right down the middle between the browncoats and the loyalists. It was a long, bloody feud that ended in the death of most of Hannah's immediate family—those records, at least, are public knowledge, but what happened to those that survived is her secret. It ended with a bang, about two weeks before the end of the Unification War and the arrival of Alliance soldiers, when half of the town was razed in a massive explosion. A week later, Hannah was discovered missing at age 10, and she's been with the Heart of Gold since she was 16. (Details will be revealed via IC.)

Name: Silas Fairbanks
Age: 29
Position: Gun Smith


Skills: Gun smiting and repair, Crack shot, Gun combat (Specialty in Sniper Rifle), Blending in, Haggling, Basic knowledge of explosives, Decent accountant, Excellent cook.

Crimes Against The Alliance: Illegal distribution, Tax evasion.

Additional Information: Silas is proficient with most firearms but quite awful at hand to hand combat. Being raised on Dyton (The same moon as Badger), he has a slight Irish accent.

Weapons: Bolt action sniper rifle and a basic handgun his father made. Silas has other guns of course, but they’re for selling and not personal use.

Possessions: Two crates of weapon merchandise (stored in the hull of the ship), gun smithing tools, and a small collection of seasonings.

Personality: Silas is a confident, soft spoken man who mostly keeps to himself. Don't let his quiet demeanor fool you though, he's a thrill seeker at heart and loves anything that gets his adrenaline up. Silas is also brave and stays calm in the face of danger, often not having to think twice about walking into dangerous situations. This has gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion.

History: Born and raised on Dyton, Silas's parents where local weapons merchants, with his father creating the firearms and his mother running the business. Young Silas would rush home from school everyday to help his father at the workbench and helped his mother balance the books at night. They weren't wealthy, but they weren't poor either and Silas was very happy.

When he finished school Silas continued to help his parents, until the war broke out, when his primary job became smuggling weapons and ammunition to the Independents behind enemy lines. When the war ended, Silas decided to strike out on his own. He went to a gun smithing school for a few years to hone his craft before making his own weapons and selling them under the table on different border planets.

Name: Iean McKennenith
Age: 28
Position: 'Shepperd'
Appearance/Clothing:
Skills: Close quarter combat. Ti chi, melee weapons, kung-fu mantis style, tactics, land navigation, communications encryption, Military code recognition, electronic warfare, electronic security bypass procedures
Crimes Against The Alliance: Brown coat. Rank of first lieutenant
Additional Information: Brown coat. Fought in the battle of Rygil 7. Two Metals of valor. Purple heart. Fake right leg at the knee.
Weapons: None
Possessions:Books on earth that was. Multiple religious text.
Personality: Mad prophet "What could it be? Were all doomed! Who's flying this thing? Oh, right. That's just the intercom light."
History: Gentlemen graduate at (West point equivalent) with honors. His parents were proud and members of the elect officials. As the war broke out he was given orders to join a unit with the alliance. He had some disagreement on that point. Believing The rights of the individual out weighed the needs of the state. Instead of joining the alliance Iean took on a brown coat. He fought hard and was know to his men as the solider. Regardless of rank Iean made it a point to be on terms with his men. He never left one on the battle field and weighed the risk to his men over the mission. The crushing defeat at Serenity valley forced command to send a wave to lay down arms. He rallied those who were willing and saved those who were pinned down during the surrender. The over use of force by the alliance made him a brown coat for life. As the smoke cleared Iean was being fitted with a prosthetic and awarded his purple heart. Now fresh from the Abby he aims to spread the word to those that need it.

Name: Benson Bartholomew Higgins - Aliases: "Benny," "Ben," "Higgs," "BENSON BARTHOLOMEW HIGGINS!"
Age: 24
Position: Security? Cybersecurity? Neural Networking? Electronic Warfare man.
Appearance/Clothing:
- 1 tac-gray baseball cap made of kevlar with a spun titanium core, with holographic display and headset included
- 1 red No Piston Inside long-sleeve tshirt
- 1 tac-gray kevlar tactical utility jacket (plus a backup), includes a battery pack and a universal charger for drones (he has a drone)
- 1 chort-leather set of utility cargo pants (tan-colored pants shown)
- 1 tac-gray kevlar tactical utility cargo pants (gray colored pants shown)
- 1 worn Shia LaBeouf Just-Do-It brand tennis shoes (plus backup)

Skills:
Hacking,
shooting,
running,
more running,
running on things he shouldn't run on (parkour),
rudimentary skill at driving [and maybe crashing] anything with wheels or gravitronics (anti-grav stuff),
knows lockpicking and welding pretty well (sometimes you have to pick an actual lock, other times you gotta just cut through it),
Knows how to make a mean peach-cranberry cobbler.

Crimes Against The Alliance: He once hacked into a backdoor of an AI on one of the big cruisers, and got it to think that the entire crew were enemies. Another time, he hacked into some rich guy's (he had like this laser pistol or somethin, someone tried to steal it and everyone left one of the displays unattended) bank account and took nearly all his money, and then redistributed it to the Gay Power Association of the System (GPAS), and a whole bunch of other smaller-scale hacking stunts, like reprogramming an ad AI to display random videos of The-Earth-That-Was, such as a recovered "Actual Cannibal Shia Labeouf" video, which gave the Shia LaBeouf Clothing Manufacturer a jumpstart.

Additional Information:
- Paranoid about certain things
- Obsessive about other things
- Can get very, very deep in thought sometimes
- Absolutely horrid at making metaphors or similes

Weapons:
- Fists
- Feet
- Elbows
- Knee
- M34 Combat Sidearm
- SAT-K23 Combat Knife
- Charming personality

Possessions:
A small drone he affectionately calls "Garry"
Some ammunition for his handgun
Various computers, cords, and devices
A very worn but cared-for lockpicking kit
A bunch of electrical replacement parts
A blanket he occasionally wears over everything else, that was white with blue borders, quilt-style

Personality:
To be roleplayed? He's unique. Really.

History:
Ask him about it!

Name: Cyrek Krusek
Age: 30
Position: Ship's Mechanic
Appearance/Clothing:
Stands at 5'8". His usual attire is everything pictured along with a leather jacket that protects him from sparks while working on the ship. He also has a much less burned leather jacket, which is more of his 'special occasion' jacket.

Skills: Welding, engine work. He wouldn't be able to fly a ship, except maybe to save his life(like one of the lifecrafts). He can shoot well enough to kill and fight. He's strong enough to go punch for punch with the best, but he's not an expert in any fighting style other than street brawling. Strangely, he possesses the talent to work on the ship's engines while drunk. He can also shoot and fight while drunk fairly well. He likes to lift weights when not working on the engines. Smoking, if that can be called a skill.

Crimes Against the Alliance: Taking other people's vehicles and ships(vehicle theft). Aiding and abiding offenders of the law(in other words, his business was for criminals and he did a lot of work for smugglers).

Weapons:

Possessions: Welding goggles, all sorts of tools which he keeps in a tool box and cabinets, all for repairing the ship and any appliances.

Personality: He's very touchy about the engines. He doesn't like it when someone else tries to conduct work on them other than himself, unless he deems them worthy. He has great pride in his work as a mechanic and considers himself a welding artist. He's still a very charismatic man, generally being happy as long as his engines are purring and the ship is still flying. He loves to drink himself into the ground after a hard days work. He can be pretty ornery when everyone is tugging him every which way to repair something.

History: Cyrek was raised by his mother and her siblings. His uncle was a great influence in his life, teaching him all he knew about mechanics. He became mostly fascinated with welding, as there was a lot of welding to do in the scrapyards that his family owned and worked in. He took up repairing the body of vehicles and aircraft as it involved the most welding, but he made their engines purr.

The scrapyards wasn't all that legal, in reality. They stole vehicles and crafts of varying types, and tore them apart and started selling them for the parts. That was how the business always worked. The problem with illegal activities like this was they get the attention of either the law or other gangs. In this case, it was the other gangs. They ended up stealing the wrong crafts and got into a turf war with a drug running gang.

His long time girlfriend, who was a stripper(not exactly the best choice in women), ended up leaving him when the turf war started. She started a relationship with the son of the boss of the drug running gang.

This resulted in bloodshed on both sides, Cyrek losing his family to the scrapyard being burned and blown up. Cyrek ended up killing the boss, the boss's son, his ex-girlfriend, and burned everything they worked for to the ground. In the end, there were no winners in the turf war. All of this hell was soon interrupted by the Alliance coming in and breaking up their personal war.

Cyrek had to make a quick escape from his old path, leaving the Alliance to deal with the fallout and all of the rival gang that was left. Cyrek ended up selling himself off to a ship known as the Heart of Gold.

Name: Chang'e
Age: 26
Position: Companion
Appearance/Clothing:
Skills: Language (Common, Chinese, German), Lore (Societies, History) Deception (Manipulation), Art (Educated in most aspects, not especially good at all of them. Special mention to her talents in singing, bass, and accordions), Flyer, Astrogation, Carouse (perfectly at home in high society or a back alley bar), Keen Insight (people = magazines to be browsed), Athletics (Yoga, strength training, easily gets caught up in health fads that get waved to her), Masseuse, Archery, Discipline, Liaison, Diplomat.
Crimes Against The Alliance: First Degree Murder (Acquitted)
Additional Information: Keeps a bunny named Richard in her shuttle.
Weapons: She keeps a few ornamental weapons; a gentleman's sword given to her as a gift, a golden titanium super-imposed laser pistol never fired, and her own bow from her Academy training. The bow is the only weapon she's ever practiced.
Possessions: Her shuttle and everything in it
Personality: Truth is singular and the best the Verse can offer are varied half truths that contradict and blend and confuse. As a Companion and tourist of various societies she takes the truth and lies with a small smile, sigh, and sip of tea.

She has that undefinable allure that welcomes others to rest and drink in for a moment's respite. An allure she works very hard to look effortless. Yet around the Firefly crew she has made a point to act coy and blush at the most innocent of questions. This was another of the 'Verse's many half-truths that didn't quite define a woman who seemed adamant to remain ephemeral in her interactions with the crew.
History: Tears, Sweat, Blood, and Tea. Rented out Heart of Gold's shuttle a month ago and has spent most of that month having it renovated to suit her needs.

Name: Gideon "Goose" Down

Age: 35

Position: Mechanic

Appearance/Clothing:
5'6" 120 Lbs hard lean from not enough meals. Stays totally bald to keep the gunk off.

Skills:
Mechanic first, so-so Air pilot to test out what he works on. "No sense keeping a horse you can't ride."
Excellent terrain driver, "His demon comes out with the earth under his feet instead of the air under his arms."
Bit of a scrapper, mostly first hits and underhanded tactics "You try fighting fair with eight siblings."
Juggler. Something to pass the time and the source of his nickname. "Some people juggle geese!"

Crimes Against The Alliance:
Former browncoat,
Found in possession of alliance materials (ship supplies and other military grade equipment),
Known family member to alliance terrorist organization 棕影 Zōng yǐng (brown shadow)
Over 200 speeding tickets
Additional Information:

Weapons:
His favorite tool, hanging on a hook off his hip and kept in a buckled of mild solvent to remove any evidence after a scuffle.
When shit hits the fan, he blows the fan away. He added some extra ammo. 7+7+1 with 33 extra ammunition. If ANYTHING ever needs 48 rounds, its game over already. He has never needed a more powerful gun, but he will never run out of ammo...again.

Possessions:
Crotch rocket

Personality:
Adrenaline junkie and motor-head. He travels to see the world, and all the other worlds. He speaks simple and lots of old ways color his mind but he is coming around...Slowly. He has become more worldly about the verse, but old things still cling to him as wrong.

History:
Middle child of 9 in Jiangyin hills, he has four older siblings and four younger. He was the family gearhead, starting with things like fixing a can-opener, he worked his way up through the family farm equipment, then the neighbors in exchange for anything they needed. After a few years he was able to set up shop in actual town and not just word of mouth, but family came first, as always.

He was getting to be the 'worldly' one with a chance to even take his skill from the town to the big city! Then the war happened and he wasn't on the popular side. He didn't fight on the front line, his family of hillfolk were the smugglers who ran supplies all over the planet while he kept their gunrunners in the air.

His family got scattered in the war, he knows that some have to have died but some are alive and he pops from place to place looking for kin. So far he's got a list he's been checking off.

Mom: Abigail Fitz: Waitress-Reforming miranda
Dad: Barnabas Down: 66 Farmer-Jiangyin
1 M Caesar Dominique: 41 Companion-Ariel
2 F Deborah 39 Wanted for murder
3 F Eve 39 -Unknown
4 M Fortunatus 36 Dead
5 M Gideon Mechanic-35-his bunk
6 F Hogla 33 Niska enforcer, Ezra (call her 'hog' Or 'ho'; I. Dare. You.)
7 M Iziah 29 Preacher-Aberdeen
8 F Jael 25 Alliance officer.
9 M Keros 20 -Unknown