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: 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 17, and she's been with the Heart of Gold ever since. (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.