[b]Name[/b]: [i]Dex Slipstream[/i]

[b]Race[/b]: [i]Human (Homo Sapiens)[/i]

[b]Appearance[/b]: Dex stands at 5'8" tall, with a narrow skeletal structure indicated by his small waist and thin shoulder width. His body is enmeshed in a tough layer of muscle, not built up in any specific area but providing enough coverage to appear muscular but not freakishly so, despite this many still characterize him as a little man due to his stature. Drawn over his muscle is a layer of white, lightly browned skin, defined by multiple scars and marks criss-crossing and dotting mostly his torso but also his arms and to a lesser extent his neck. He has a straight, angular jaw with a prominent slightly cleft chin, he has a bow shaped upper lip with the lower lip straight (entirely his lips have a slightly pursed appearance). Dex has a roman nose, thin and with a straight bridge, flanked by a pair of small, round nostrils; underneath his left nostril, on his upper lip he has a small scar, Descerned easily due to his facial hair not growing there. He has shallow cheek bones, emphasized by his large brown eyes and a defined eyebrow ridge. On top of his head he has a course mat of blonde hair, it's color comparable to that of hay, dull and yellow; The sides of his hair are shorter then the top, with the hair on top all drifting in the general direction of right.

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"Kill the hairless cat!" 

A grey fist flew by Dex's face, inches from impacting him. He dodged deftly, moving his face out of the way of another incoming fist before lashing out with a brutal right left hook, aiming for the large Rhinoceros-like creature's eye. Connection. It recoiled, stumbling backwards and clutching it's bleeding eye, Dex took the opportunity and grabbed the Rhino's flailing arm, taking a bone jarring impact to the side of his head in the process. Recovering quickly he dodged another wild swing, retaliating with a swift uppercut to the throat, sending the rhino reeling into the counter. Dex acted with speed, bringing his foot down hard on the alien's knee, through the force of the impact the knee crunched sickeningly, making the knee bend in the opposite direction. 

The surrounding gaggle all winced loudly as the Rhino screamed, rearing its head forward and smacking it's horn into Dex's face, splitting his upper lip and nicking his nostril. Dex reeled back, spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth; the Rhino was immobile and he took this opportunity to finish it off. He raised his foot and kicked it in the nose, sending its head bashing into the edge of the countertop, he did this again and again until it stopped struggling, and blood pooled around it. 

His panting was all that could be heard in the now silent bar, he stumbled over to a stool and gestured for the barmaid. 

"One whiskey." She didn't argue, she simply brought a shot and put it in front of him. Dex looked down at it, his head throbbing, "The whole bottle please." Again, she did what he said with no hesitation, bringing down a full bottle from the shelf and placing it in front of him.

"That'll be-" Dex interrupted her with a fist full of Units, throwing them at her with no regard to how much there were, probably throwing a dozen bottles worth. He drained the shot glass and sighed with relief, looking down at the still Rhino he snorted. 

'That's for taking my seat.'

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[b]Background[/b]:

Dex was born long before most other people, in the year 2133 on the Terran Confederation, from a young age he exhibited ample amounts of cockiness and bravado, always taking stupid dares and often failing. Throughout school he showed strong aptitude towards causing trouble, often getting into fights with students and teachers alike; however this didn't mean that he neglected his studies, he managed to pass school and despite his continuing track record for being a very difficult person, he excelled at his chosen subject, Advanced Aerospace Engineering. Through his time in college, Dex was prone to drinking excessively, taking a lot of bets and generally being fairly reckless, often times this left him out for the count but on occasion he would succeed at what he was doing, otherwise he failed but that never stopped him form continuing to be unruly. 

By the time he graduated, his technical proficiency had drawn a few eyes towards him; The European Space Agency was interested in hiring him, upon hearing this news though NASA decided to intervene, quickly offering him a better deal closer to home. After being brought into employment at NASA, Dex quickly found that he was not going to be doing what he expected to be doing, they were training him to be an astronaut, much to his displeasure. Dex had wanted to build ships and fly them from the ground, never at any point had it crossed his mind that he would have to be in one for any reason other then pre-launch tests; though he took this bitter pill with a bottle of wine. 

Despite his disdain for the training, he got to experience what most people at the time would never get to, piloting a space ship. He had flown countless missions, finding piloting a ship as simple as driving car, he didn't feel challenged and that was fine by him, as he was always entertained by the view. However, his final mission would be the most life changing one.

By that time, humanity had completed it's primary goal, to colonize the habitable bodies of the solar system; no they looked beyond and they were intent on going where they looked. Dex was one of 7 selected for the task of leaving the solar system, he was boxed up and shipped to Pluto, at the time the farthest colony from the earth. He and the others were loaded up into the ship that would carry them out, used as live trials for the recently optimized cryogenic system. Launched into space, they escaped the gravity go the sun in a few months, marking the point they would go into cryo-sleep, the crew followed their orders. 

Ten years had passed... The timers failed to fire and mission control had lost contact with the vessel a few months after it departed, soon enough fifty years passed, then one hundred, NASA had anticipated timer failures and had built the cry-system to last. One thousand years, Five thousand, Ten thousand; waves upon waves of colonization ships, faster then light zoomed past them, making the journey that took millennia in months, they never approached the silent, ancient ship though, they thought it more apt to leave the sleeping adventurers asleep. By Thirty Thousand they awoke from their hyper slumber, to a new world. They were surrounded by all manner of new life, aliens that were just that, alien and a whole host of factions and groups at each other's throats, 

At the start, they all stuck together, selling their ship as an antique and using the credits to buy a new one, surprised that the creatures spoke english among other languages. They cruised the galaxy, taking jobs and making a name for themselves, however by the third of forth year they were out of the sleep, relations began to strain, the members of the crew were all demanding larger cuts from the contracts, claiming that they were the critical for their successes. The group broke apart, all going their separate ways, another year had passed and they all lost contact, finding themselves new places to settle down or new factions to give their allegiance to. But not Dex, he never settled down or joined something larger, that wasn't for him, he was in it for the money.. And on the inside, for the glory. He became known as Dex Slipstream, dropping his old last name in favor of the new one, Bounty Hunter, Treasurer hunter, Mercenary.


Done.