Name: Brent Bradford

Race: Human

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Appearance: 6 foot, 205 pounds, tan human man. He has short black hair and matching goatee. Not the most muscular looking human, but not unattractive.

Personality: Depressed, nicotine addicted, and deeply troubled booze-hound

Skills: psycho analysis, former heavy-weight boxer and drinker, and professional healer

Reason for Visit: Looking for job as a psychiatrist within the space station, and getting a few drinks while there.

Bio: Brent was a normal human boy child from Mars who did nothing but go out of his way to help those who needed it. After time and time again of failing to impress complete strangers or help them with their problems, he decided to go to school to learn how to treat people of such illnesses involving the brain. Upon arrival of schooling, he was shocked to find out how much it would cost to learn such knowledge. But determined to treat those who needed him, he took up boxing as a way to help raise money. Learning the ins and outs of boxing and getting into the mind of the people he was fighting, he was able to become the heavyweight champion for a short time, earning the money he needed for school. Shortly after, he retired and proceeded to learn. 8 long years of schooling, he was handed a license to treat the unhealthy. Now he wanders searching for work becoming more and more depressed with every drink he consumes and every stop he visits that does not require his special services.

Equipment: Hand-wraps, boxing gloves, a briefcase full of psych drugs and hallucinogens and a license to prescribe and treat those with both psych and health problems, a concealed switchblade pocket knife, grappling gun, pipe, and a fair bit of money from drinking contests

Position applying for: Psychiatrist.

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Name: Charles "Spanner" Richardson

Race: Human

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Personality: Calm, slightly insane, Hard worker, Sense of humor

Skills: Engineering, Reflexes, Witty retorts, Great at using whatever weapon he finds at hand,

Reason for Visit: Work as an engineer, though he has been on station for a number of years

Bio: Raised on a space station, he is what you would in all sense of the words. Be called a stashie, a stashie and proud of it. He has moved mostely from station to station finding work where he can as a engineer. On Omega station, on his 7th rotation he beat a man so hard they had to send him to beta station for help. At that point he was a wanted man. From there he took small shipper jobs in the engine room until he found this station where he hopes to live till he is grey.

Equipment: Short range shock pistole. Money spanner, Blow torch, Screwdrivers, the usual tools on his belt. A small PDW type weapon strapped to his side

Position applying for: Exsisting role of engineer

Name: Traz Varak

Race: Jekult, a lizard-like humanoid race, complete with scales(provide slight body armor), head crests, and a tail. They do not, however, need to bathe in heat to move, are capable of surviving on earth or earth-like conditions, and have established official contact with the United Terran States.

Age: 50 years old

Gender: Male

Appearance: Traz stands at an imposing 6 feet 8 inches tall and has a large, well-built body. His scales are a light grey color, with a green crest of spines running across the top of his head. His face is elongated in a snout of sorts, though less pronounced due to his humanoid form.

Personality: Sarcastic, gruff, very blunt. Tact and Subtly are things he outright ignores, preferring to tell someone off to their face rather than hide behind words.

Skills: Fighting, Drinking, Shooting, having a smart mouth. He's good at his job, but his more blunt nature keeps him away from many promotions.

Reason for Visit: He's a security officer(If this needs changed let me know)

Bio: Formerly a mercenary hired to guard merchant starships, he got bored with the constant traveling, and wanted to settle down somewhere, but still wanted his skill-set to be useful. He remembered this station from his time traveling as a nice place to live, and signed up as a security officer.

Equipment: His uniform, civilian clothing, and a pistol.

Position applying for: Security Officer

Name: Arnold Kent

Race: Human

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality:

- Charismatic.
- Business savvy.
- Womanizer.
- Cheap Bastard.
- Occasional Drunk.
- Ruthless (If necessary.)

Skills:

- Genius Businessman.
- Military Training as an Intelligence Operative.
- Years of climbing up the ranks of the Mining Authority.
- Information gathering.

Reason for Visit: Corporate transfer from Mars due lose of former Foreman to "airlock failure." Not the promotion he was hoping for, but beggars can't be choosers.

Bio: Born and raised on the now terraformed Mars under two wealthy parents working for the Mining Authority. Young Arnold hated the idea of working under the corporate thrall of Mining Authority and his parents. Joined the Terran military as soon as he could, hoping to escape from Mars and his family's hold.

Picked up some business skills from his parents and found that he had a knack for negotiations and intelligence gathering. Was promoted to Intelligence Officer after further training and months on the ground working with military police. Only served a few years before his accident, an explosion of enemy fire during a negotiation gone south that cost many lives and Arnold's arm. Was honorably discharged and was given a PNP/1 Artificial Arm and Hand so he could go back to a normal life.

With no other options left Arnold began working for the Mining Authority back on Mars without his families knowing. Started from a crappy desk job to nearly becoming a Senior Operations Manager, but sadly due to the lose of Tsiolkovsky Station's Forman Arnold was unceremoniously transferred and denied any chance of moving any further within the company. Livid at his sour luck, Arnold only hopes that this new job pays well and those nearest bar on station has enough booze to deal with his misery.

Equipment:

- PNP/1 Artificial Arm and Hand: Standard issue prosthetic for soldiers and operatives injured in the line of duty. Made entirely of space-age metals and connected to the wearer's nervous system.
- One suitcase: Clothing, business shoes, personal smart-tablet.
- One container: Several designer business suits.

Position applying for: "I'm not applying for anything here you stupid piece of [REDACTED]! I'm [REDACTED] replacing the [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] Forman! Were the [REDACTED] is the Cargo Hold and were the [REDACTED] is the bar!"

Name: Zhen Lin Shi (Zheng Xuobian)

Race: Xianluon, a humanoid race with features most comparable to aquatic or amphibious animals. They commonly possess skin in shades of green and brown, an extra pair of arms, four large black eyes (two on each side), and a head of around eight to twelve thick tendrils in the place of hair, but are otherwise humanoid. While they prefer a wetter environment they are able to function in an Earth-like atmosphere. The Xianluon have made contact with the United Terran States, but they have not been culturally unified since their Empire went through a catastrophic collapse nearly a hundred years ago. Wealthy or well-connected Xianluon typically learn Chinese as well as English, which is phonetically similar to the Xianluon tongue and easier to translate between.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Zhen is thinly built and a little on the short side for her species, but she's tougher then she looks. Her skin is a mottled shade of forest green, her eyes are the typical color of black, and she has ten tendrils tattooed with thin streaks of blue. The tattoos are common among lower class Xianluons seen in space, but the empty piercing holes on the ends of her tendrils and her elegant posture betray her regal background. She also has faint scarring on her arms and back.

Personality: Zhen tends to come across as meek and a bit neurotic, and she regularly struggles with depression and loneliness. She tries to be dignified and diligent in spite of her personal issues, and her quiet demeanor hides her true intelligence. She's also charming in her own little way and deeply empathetic, always happy to listen to someone's problems and do her best to try and fix them.

Skills: Zhen has a superb education and is as fluent in English and Chinese as her own native tongue. She's good with mathematics and the sciences, a talented artist, and always eager and willing to learn new things. Zhen is also athletic and a good hand to hand fighter.

Reason for Visit: She's a political exile, and trying to get as far away from her uncle as she possibly can.

Bio: Zhen was born with the name Zheng Xuobian, and was in fact the crown princess and heir of the prominent Xianluon polity known as the Xuobian Kingdom. Raised in wealth and luxury, her mother passed away when she was young and her father spared no expense when it came to preparing his daughter for the rigors of ruling when it was time for her to take over. Sadly, political stability is a rarity in Xianluon society, and when her father refused to let a UTS corporation set up a mining operation on one of hid holdings, he was suddenly and mysteriously overthrown by his brother when Zheng was sixteen, never to be seen again. Unlike her just and honest father, Zheng's uncle was a greedy, cruel megalomaniac who ruled with an iron fist, and as the heir of the true king Zheng was cruelly mistreated for her refusal to support his rule. Eventually he decided that Zheng was better off dead then alive and made plans to execute her publicly, but she managed to escape her inprisonment with the help of some sympathizers and escaped into UTS space. Adopting a commoner name, she drifted from place to place for a while until she ended up at Tsiolkovsky Station, looking for a quiet place to settle down.

Equipment: Zhen doesn't have much, just a few personal mementos, a couple of books, and a change of clothing in a rucksack.

Position applying for: She would like to work at the Asimov Lounge or one of the other store fronts. Anywhere where she can help. :)

Name: Dr. Lena Koenig, Ph.D

Race: Human

Age: 53, looks 23 ((Because it’s the only pic I liked. I’m just gonna go with exceedingly strange research gone wrong, with a bad bit to it, as well.))

Gender: Female



Personality: She loves her work, and is very protective of her patients, hence why she is often trusted with high-value patients, like important and/or famous people. She is somewhat jaded, and is prone to back-talk, but is at the core a good person, though not the nicest person on the station. It takes a bit to earn his respect and trust, but she is a great person to have as an ally, and she knows exactly how your body ticks, so, having him as an enemy doesn’t lead to a long and happy life, per say.

Skills: A master physician, knowledgeable in many disciplines of medicine. Still strong, fit, healthy and spry even at his age. Knowledgeable in martial arts, though not a master, as well as being a good shot with pistols and rifles, including military grade. Highly intelligent, and is completely business in a time of crisis, treating in order of most to least likely to die. various other skills.

Reason for Visit: Work/Immigration

Bio: Early on, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had a solid childhood and education. When she left for higher education, she quickly discovered within herself a powerful wanderlust, a desire to see as much of the galaxy as she could, and planned for the future she envisioned as she studied medicine and xenobiology. In school, she made numerous friends, most from his focus, but she managed to pick up one or two friends, who were on the fringes of various cultures outside the norms, and she learned a lot from them, many things that her parents did not tell her of, and a few they specifically hid, as they sheltered her from the universe. Amongst these were talks of mercenary groups, paid to travel the galaxy and deal with problems that nations couldn’t deal with officially, leading into the next stage, and to the outright shattering of her ‘shell’…

Where she decided that that is exactly what she wanted to do, and served as the combat medic for a squad of mercenaries for a number of years, thought to be almost a decade, though the exact number of years is unknown to all but those closest to her. She then went to graduate school and earned a Ph.D in xenobiology, and went on to become one of the galaxies best doctors, skilled in multiple fields of medicine. She has been known, however, to keep up with most of her friends and contacts, both old and new, from her time as a mercenary, and she likely (well, definitely) has enemies left. Enemies who want to kill her.

During one of her tours of duty, one of her arms got blown off by a sniper, barely missing her chest. It was replaced by a top of the line Modular Limb Replacement, Combat Medic, Arm (MLR-CM/A), which she has heavily modified since, to include a whole manner of things, including weapons, enough of a medical kit to save a life, survival gear, and more, in various modules she can interchange relatively easily.

On to present day, she heard that Tsiolkovsky station had an opening, and she decided that it was yet again time for a change of places, packed up, and left, leaving behind a sheet of paper on the now bare desk, with a single sentence saying goodbye, a clue as to where she had gone, and contact information for a quality replacement.

Equipment: Medical Kit, contains data and high-quality equipment for the treatment of all races. Also contains numerous drugs, hence the declaration. Various licenses and diplomas, saying that he is indeed allowed to have all his cool toys. And, lastly, a comm unit, which looks like something more than just a comm unit to anyone who is especially good with technology. security would know that it isn’t harmful to the station. Her modified MLR-CM/A (Modules: Combat Medic, Survival, Escape & Evade, Search & Rescue, CQC, Defender)

Position applying for: Chief Medical Officer

EDIT: I did a dumb, accidental double post

Name: Kevin "Key" Swing

Race: Human

Age: 71

Gender: Male

Appearance:
1.) White hair
2.) Lanky
3.) Mostly pale (caucasian looking)
4.) 5' 11''
5.) 142lbs
6.) Wears flat caps, polo shirts and khaki pants. Sometimes wears cargo shorts in warm weather and a peacoat in cold weather.
7.) Alligator (skin) shoes
8.) Always tucks in his shirt and wears a belt

Personality:
1.) Very grumpy
2.) Boasts of his life accomplishments
3.) Irritable if spoken to improperly
4.) Drinks to excess but can still hold his alcohol
5.) Doesn't fear anyone
6.) Masterful in profanity
7.) Somewhat knowledge of history

Skills:
1.) Can play the piano, bass guitar and didgeridoo.
2.) Can sight-read
3.) Songwriting
4.) Basic stage engineering skills
Some past experience in spacenautics and space exploration
5.) Layman knowledge of mechanics
6.) Archaic military experience
7.) Can solder
8.) Can play the spoons

Reason for Visit:
On vacation but has somewhat irrationally decided he is wants to stay and entertain for the Asimov Lounge.

Bio:
Born on Ganymede, on May 9th, 2319. His childhood, Kevin "Key" Swing was raised in a middle class family as an only child. A veteran of The War of 2346. He has been retired for nearly twenty years now. He spends much of his time traveling now. He has no criminal record.

Equipment:
1.) Swiss army knife
2.) An antique laser pistol
3.) A spacesuit
4.) Mobile communication device
5.) A carry-on
6.) Bass guitar and case
7.) Weapon license
8.) Sufficient touch screen tablet PC

Position applying for:
Bar/Lounge Entertainer