Name: Leigh Sexton
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Appearance:

Nationality: European
Occupation: Operations Scientist

Personality: N/A
Background: Leigh worked tirelessly through college to become what she is. She adores her job and is always happy to accompany a new team.

Theme Song: Everyday Superhero, Smash Mouth
Other: Getting lost in space is her worst fear

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Name: Marko Shvorstein

Gender: Male

Age: 38

Appearance:


Nationality: Russian

Occupation:
Master Mechanic

Personality:
Marko is a kind man and will more than likely be seen as a father figure to those that look up to him. He will always show kindness to those he sees as deserving of it. Marko will always be there and will always come through for you even in the hardest times.

Background:
Marko started working on cars when he was young, and not always legally. This lead to some problems in his youth, but after a stint in juvenile detention he turned his life around. It took a long time and a lot of working, but Marko was able to get into a college and excelled greatly in his field of auto mechanics. After getting his bachelors in auto mechanics he taught a class as well as went for a double major in aeronautics and advanced mathematics. Marko was like a sponge and passed these with flying colors. After deciding he was done with institutional learning he went out and applied for an internship with Roscosmos. This internship eventually leads to his job as a space engineer and mechanic for most of the RKA crafts.

Other:
Likes: Machines, Vodka, friendship, loalty and honor chocolate.
Dislikes: Cowardice, dishonesty, egotists.
Fears: Being the last one alive.

Name: Kijani Ryane
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Appearance:

Nationality: American
Occupation: Historian/Data technician. Basically she records what's going on.

Personality: Kijani is very intelligent, sharp tongued, and suffers no fools. She has no issues telling someone where to step, and could easily be called a “bitch”. She would have no issue with that, and tell you straight to your face that being a bitch means that someone is intimidated, and she's doing her job right. At her best, she's utterly charming and smooth. At her worst, she's cold and focused. In the moments that no one can see, she enjoys reading books on paper and a fine glass of wine.
Background: Kijani is a woman of mystery. Despite having no military background to be found, she was requested specifically for this journey and well-compensated to be there. Clearly she comes from some kind of money, because she has a well-honed taste in the finer things, and her speech is proper and cultured. She even speaks multiple languages. However, she has little issue breaking international law, and moves like a trained fighter. Who Kijani was and who she is now is something she keeps to herself.
Theme Song: https://youtu.be/21X7ALvwN8Y

Likes: books, good food, wine, music, dancing
Dislikes: artificial food, stupid people, people who try to dig into her business, carrots
Fears: None that she will discuss, but she covers the walls of her room with posters and prints, and always has music playing, even whhen she sleeps

That's one. The other is coming.

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Name: Achieng, Clan Chima
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species: Calls herself a “Watumaji”
Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her whole body up to the neck, hands and feet. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone. She doesn't seem to have a concept of what shoes are for.
Occupation: Aquatic navigator/ unofficial ambassador

Personality: Achieng is fairly gentle-hearted. She truly likes to help others, and doesn't anger easily. While she seems passive and meek on the outside, she will jump to the defense of someone who is being bullied. Beneath her gentle exterior is a core of granite, those who take her for a fool or a pushover are in for a nasty surprise.
Background: While Achieng has yet to explain exactly how her people came to Earth, it's clear she was born there and that her species came from elsewhere. Achieng followed the ship for some time before some quick thinker invited her aboard. The suit she wears is something that was onboard for a different mission entirely- by sheer luck it worked well for her. She has told the crew that she will help them get along with what lies beyond.

Theme Song: (Not sure.)

Likes: Talking to others, meat, learning new things, singing
Dislikes: Sweet food, rude people, her trouble with language
Fears: Being alone, being bullied

Name: Angus 'Gus' Sorley
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Short, a touch scrawny, brown/red hair, freckled, hazel eyes. Think Fitz from Shield, only more scrappy.
Nationality: Scottish
Occupation: Doctor / Biologist
Personality: Enthusiastic and highly intelligent, Gus can be a touch scatterbrained. Friendly and charismatic, his lack of height and pleasant demeanor has a tendency to make him seem like a pushover, but he can be as stubborn and as willful as they come. He has an honest streak a mile wide, although that does not mean he cannot lie- when given a pressing enough reason, Gus tends to lie by omission or misdirection, and lets others assume what they will. He is also prone to manic-depressive episodes, which he lied about in his personality profile. He has his condition under control for the most part- although he can be prone to relapse under extreme stress.

Backstory: Angus Sorley was a highly intelligent and energetic adolescent, and in the small town of Peebles that he grew up in, did not make for a well spent youth. He was considered overly rambunctious and the worst kind of troublemaker. He was terribly under-stimulated, and in the face of unrelenting boredom he would do just about anything just because he could. Because he needed to, because there was nothing else to do.
His father was a military man and rarely home, his mother also worked near full time at the hospital so it was left to his older brother Morven to try and curb his reckless hoodlum of a brother. Morven knew Gus was smart, and was wasting away his potential in their small town, but despite his good grades school couldn't seem to hold his attention despite how much he tried to get him to focus and study. It all came to a head on day when one of his' ill thought out stunts got Morven killed- it was an accident, and no one was at fault. Other than the fact that if Gus had not be getting into trouble Morven would never have been out in the first place.
Morven's death left a big gap in Gus' life, and rather than fall back on bad habits he finally buckled down and got his life together. He managed to score a scholarship to the University of Aberdeen, where he focused on going into medical science- like his mother, but soon found his attention captured by the Biology Sciences as well and although difficult he thrived at splitting his attention between the two schools of thought. It was also during his time at the University that his manic-depressive disorder became its most apparent, drawing the attention of the teaching staff, and his mentor Professor Dylan Decker, and Gus was forced to get help or otherwise lose his scholarship.
In the City of Aberdeen, Angus finally found stimulation enough for him to thrive, and relearned how exciting life can be. He was very charismatic, and no stranger to the ladies, and he discovered his passion for the sciences- his enthusiasm for life and everything in it. The opportunity to go to space was the opportunity of a lifetime. He volunteered, because what could possibly be more exciting or stimulating than venturing into the absolute unknown- with the possibility of new life at every turn.

Likes: Female attention, talking, science, healing, occasionally blowing things up and playing with chemicals.
Dislikes: Having nothing to do, waiting, people who dismiss/ignore him.
Fears: Not being good enough, personal failure and/or being a burden.
Theme Song: The Great Vacation - Dirt Poor Robins

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Gender: Male

Age: 41

Theme Song: Family Tradition - Hank Williams Jr.

Nationality: United States of America.

Personality: Gaelic is very outspoken about anything and everything, noted by most of being a "loud-mouth country-bumpkin." He cares deeply about those under his care as the astro-navigator of this expedition, but won't hesitate to lay one out if he has to (male or female). Due to his southern upbringing, Gaelic is respectful to everyone that deserves respect and those appointed above him; even if they are younger than he is. Always one to use the "Southern Gentleman's" mannerisms, he sometimes wins the hearts of the ladies but catches the backside of their man's wrath. Though he will try to talk the man down, he isn't afraid of throwing down if it calls for it at the time.

Background: Gaelic originally hailed from the deep south regions of Louisiana, learning early on to survive off the land without outside influences. His mother was an Irish immigrant and his father was a full-blood Cajun, which might explain his high tolerance for whiskey and his fighting spirit. While raising their son in the bayous of Terrebone parish, Gaelic grew up with the understanding of placing the needs of others before him. And his father, being a prior service veteran, explained to him the best way was to serve his country in any way he could. Some would say this was an early-stage brainwashing technique, but Gaelic knew what he wanted to do when he grew up.

After graduating from his high school some years later, Gaelic took a keen interest in the commissioning programs the local colleges were offering. Due to his high aptitude scores, all the branches except the Marine Corps approached him with offers to join up with them. Curious as to why the Marines were paying no attention, he took it upon himself and visited the recruiting office. When he asked why the recruiter wasn't trying to take him in their branch, they laughed and said: "If you want to be one of us, you have to come to us." This air of arrogance and pride in being the best sealed Gaelic's fate for the future. Going through college on a Naval ROTC scholarship for the Marines, Gaelic graduated with a degree and was commissioned as a second lieutenant. Upon arrival at his occupation's schoolhouse: Naval Aviator, he took the road deemed the most difficult and tried for the fighter pilots course. The training was tough and more of a struggle than he originally imagined, but he eventually graduated and just in time for the next war brewing.

Years came and went, Gaelic rose through the ranks with a pretty prestigious record to his name. He had fought in many of the battles his country had thrown at him and his squadron, but when the world collapsed; he found himself on the losing side as did everyone else. Here he was approached with being an assistant navigator for secretive mission to find hope for the world. Seeing there was no other choice, Gaelic took the mission and so his story continues....

Other: {Provided Below}
Likes: whiskey, chewing tobacco, women, and country music.
Dislikes: abusers, narcotics, vodka, and rap music.

Name?: %File NonExistant%
Alias: Strider
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Black hair, athletic, fake eye
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Nationality: United States of America
Occupation: Electronic Warfare Specialist / Diplomatic Negotiator / Recon Scout ( Ex-Intelligence Operative )

Personality: Matter of Fact / Serious
Background: There are the types of people that you expect to encounter in day to day life; and then there are people like Strider. People generally get one of two impressions about Strider: He's scary or he's likable. Both are relatively true. As an operative in the intelligence field, he has the charisma and training to tell you to go to hell and you actually look forward to it; but he can also kill you with a toothpick in 19 different ways.

Unfortunately, during a high priority mission, he was electrocuted and left partially paralyzed and blind in his left eye. Though in time he regained control of his body, he never regained his vision in his eye. His reaction time on things to his left is now sub-par on the best of days. His right side still retains the lightning fast reflexes of his operative days.

His left eye has been removed and replaced with a neural link transceiver allowing him to remotely feed and receive real time audio and video to and from the ship making him the go-to off ship recon and scout; as well as allowing him to constantly monitor and adjust the ECM/ECCM package on the ship.

Likes: Hand to Hand Combat, Melee Combat, Reminiscing on his operative days.
Dislikes: Guns, Wide Open Spaces, Personal Shields, Music
Fears: Electric Shocks, Failing his Mission

Name: Mirabel Kilo
Profile: [REDACTED]

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Name: Absimil Koshin
Gender: Male
Age: 54



Nationality: The West African Coalition (established 2096)
Occupation: Captain of the Star breaker

Personality: Stern/Calm
Background: A member of what was originally a only 18 man rebel group Absimil and his troops joined with various militia groups to overthrown corrupt governments and warlords to form the WAC (West African Coalition). For his tactical wisdom and natural leadership he was made the naval commander of the WAC and launched various river and coastal raids, and even several joint operations with the UN. After his naval career he worked as an ambassador for the WAC and the UN and later the UE (united Earth).

Likes: Peace, Loyalty, Home, Water, History
Dislikes: Tyranny, Drugs, the cold
Fears: Extinction, Death of his followers

Name: Dr. Vonsuer Galen Vorshmer
Gender: Male
Age: No longer relevant, stopped living as a Vershultian at the age of 36
Appearance: Pale, and rather emaciated but shockingly wiry, though most of his strength comes from his cybernetics






Nationality: Vershult nationstates.net/nation=vershult *The link leads to the state created by me which this character is based from, in short it is a alternate Germany*
Occupation: Former General (head counclemember) of Vershult, Chief scientist of Biological and chemical weapons for Vershult and her destroyer

Background: (Much of it is left vague and partly confusing on purpose as the rest is to be told throughout the RP particularly the history of his people also note that this spans years rather than happening all at once)
When one has enough stomach to approach the thing that calls itself a doctor and ask “Where are you from?” he answers "Darkness." when asked “What’s your story?” said individual is left with “You can only imagine the hell I live.” when people scream "What are you!?" he answers with utter resentment "A Graveyard." To the doctor every scar, wound and slight he is dealt is just another layer of tissue to help cover the stain of his past and a form of revenge for his victims and his people. His planet has long since vanished,only Vortshmer and a few surviving invaders know what his home was like before its destruction, but one thing is well known by both parties how its end was orchestrated.
Before he was a doctor, Vonsuer was a warrior, a general and a leader for his people and had faced the occupiers with a unbelievable tenacity and zeal until the day the invaders had denied him a proper death in battle and took him as a prisoner. Without him the invaders thought the crows (Vershultians) would quickly fall but this only made them fight more aggressively. To break the bloody war of attrition and recoup their loses, the invaders instigated a ceasefire by stating they would conscript Vonsuer into their ranks and agreed to leave Vershultian regions alone while occupying the rest of the planet he told the invaders he would help them only if he could learn the invaders ways of space travel and utilize his skills to exterminate the rest of the resisting planets inhabitants, the occupiers agreed that this would be the perfect initiation and began to land most of their invasion force onto the planets surface and began creating many factories and laboratories to manufacture the chemical weapons of Vonsuers design. Vortshmer came to the grim realization that even if the invaders were driven from his land, the rest of the planet had been ravaged by the invaders and much of the planet had been occupied and its other inhabitants subjugated, his people were doomed to a long, painful and insidious death sentence. His last act as a General for his people was giving the order to raid and destroy any existing and occupied laboratories to release his work into the air, the water and into the land that the Vershultians had revered so sacred, he had ordered his men and people to effectively commit mass suicide of the planet so it would never fall into the hands of invaders giving his people a mercy killing and insuring their legacy would never be corrupted by any other being. The doctor was ready to accept his fate when his subjugaters scrambled to escape, Vortshmer may have been the perpetrator of this crime but if his enemy were to live they would forever stand as the destroyers of his people a testament that they had all died in vain and bring more strife to other worlds, and so it was with a heavy,bitter heart Vortshmer delayed his suicide and escaped to a nearby planet. Were he broods, festers and rots for his sins awaiting for a chance to payback the destroyers of his home and lineage.

Theme Song:

Other:
Quote: "My people had a great and deep reverence for a carrion bird,the plural demonym for my people was even "Crows" our flag had soared with them and would herald our victories while signifying the doom of our foes. These birds had visited beyond the darkness and had been touched by the light we never could see, they blocked out this light when we flocked to battle, when the enemy looked upon the light that the Vershultian people emanated they could not bare its glare and when they tried to see through the dark forest desperate to glimpse the light of day? The Ravens would already flock with the crows denying the enemy any hope of glimpsing the light of day again. These birds would consume our dead for we never buried them, we lived our entire lives in darkness so why would we treat our dead to a afterlife of darkness? We let the Ravens feast for we knew our dead would soar among those before them and prevent the living from disturbing the dead, they would see a world we, the living were not meant to see. I am the only graveyard Vershult has ever created and the Crows never flock here.