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Name: Anisa Blithe Crowe
Aliases: Captain, Cap, Ani
Age: 37
Birthday: June 30th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoat
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Captain Of Vengeance

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Height: 5'9"
Weight: 137lbs
Build: Lean and toned
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Light chocolate brown
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned with olive undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced, tattoo on her inner left wrist, another tattoo that covers her back; an image of her home world, Shadow, burning with a phoenix rising from its ashes.
Personal Style: The woman has style to say the least. Most of her clothing is custom cut to make sure it fits right and is tailored. Even saying that though she prefers comfort to anything and that is one of the reasons she takes care of her wardrobe and what she wears. Slacks, vest, button shown shirts are the usual dress though she is not above wearing a dress if the situation arises. Heals are a usual must with as odd as that may be, she just loved them; they make her even taller than she already is and being a Captain in this day and age it helps to add a few more inches.

Her hair is ever changing but nothing drastic. Always kept well groomed and in order unless something messes it up. She keeps her nails short since she will get her hands dirty and she found early one that keeping her nails manicured was just a plain waste of time. She might had the style of a Companion, she doesn't have the job of one.

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Stubborn * Soft-Hearted * Opinionated * Sensing * Judgemental * Loyal

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Anisa is how she feels a Captain should be. She is tough, she is fair, she is the final say of all things. She can be a bit difficult to work with because she will put a bullet through someone's skull without a second thought or snap on a person if they do something stupid. She expects the best from her crew and for them to do what she says. She is the chain of command and she will beat the every living hell out of someone with it until they understand. She is very opinionated about her beliefs and while not religious in the least, she hates the Alliance and doesn't hide that fact. She is judgemental of pretty much everyone, sizing them up and testing their loyalties and their backs.

Under all that hardness though is a rather soft heart. She loves her ship and her crew and will protect them with her dying breath. She can sense wen something is off, once again, both with her ship and her crew. The way they move, speak, look, it tells her what she needs and she is rarely caught off guard because of it but it does happen. Anisa is fiercely loyal to her crew and expects the same from them. Though much of the time the things she does or say do not make sense at the time it can become evident later on. Her heart is in the right place but sometimes her mind over rides that fact. Her own set of morals and ethics she holds in the highest of places and she follows them to the end.

Habits:

• Blowing her hair out of her face
• Cracking her knuckles
• Humming when she is thinking

Hobbies:

• Playing Poker
• Lasso
• Smoking

Fears:

• Reavers
• The Alliance taking full control of the 'Verse
• Being poisoned

Likes:

• Pomegranates
• Keeping the ship in order
• Shuffling cards
• Doing anything to screw with the Alliance
• Finishing a job and getting paid
• Breaking in a new pair of heels
• Reading mystery novels - Nikki Heat is the bomb!
• Hog tying people instead of using handcuffs

Dislikes:

• Dealing with Alliance Folk
• The Black
• People not doing their job
• People acting as if they are in control
• Talking about the last war
• Mud
• Things being out of place

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Pilot
• Bluff
• Gun Combat
• Jack of all Trades
• Tactics
• Athletics
• Recruiting
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Riffle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Endurance (Athletics)

What Is On Your Person:

• Outfit - Bolero style brown leather coat, tanned leather sleeveless shirt, tailored olive green pants, cognac knee high laced leather boots
• Gold chain with a locket that contains two pictures - one of her mother, one of her father
• Custom Colt 1860 Army
• Belted holster
• Winchester Model 1892 Mare's Leg, a carbine cut down to pistol length
• Custom Belted Holster
• Pack of cigarettes
• Lighter
• Worn lasso rope
• Credentials

Quarters:

• Ammunition
• Winchester 1873
• Marlin Model 1895 Lever Action Rifle
• Jericho 941
• Jericho 941
• Grenades
• Heckler & Koch G36K - 5.56x45mm
• Collection of Cards (Various Decks she has acquired over the years)
• Burnt and tarnished image of her with her family on the ranch, only half survived the attack
• Tailored Wardrobe
• Way too many heels

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Anisa was born and raised on Shadow. A simple girl wanting a simple life. That was until the war broke out and her home was destroyed. She ended up joining the war as a Browncoat, saying her only driving force was that justice no longer existed in the Verse, so it was her job to seek Vengeance for those that died. She fought in the battle of Serenity but doesn't ever recall the infamous Malcolm Reynolds. She did her job, seemed he did his; as well as either could.

History: Born on the planet of Shadow, Anisa was the daughter of cattle ranchers. A simple girl who enjoyed a simple life. She grew up in the grit and grim with dirt under her nails. She loved being out under the endless skies of her home world. It was said that the prairies of Shadow stretched out so far under such a clear sky that a man could see from here to God's plan and when she was younger she believed this. That God's plan for her and her family was that of this life. Just enjoying roping cattle, herding them, and riding out under the sun set.

Then times changed and Shadow was one of the first planets to stand against the Alliance's aggressive means of unification. Many of the people joined up to fight, Anisa at this point in her life wanted nothing to do with war. It was not that she was for unification, she was just content and happy in the life she had. Why mess with perfection? While out on a sale of cattle, her families ranch was attacked and by the time she returned everything was gone; her world was destroyed before the world became a ghost.

That is when things changed, the simple girl became what the alliance had created. Losing everything did not break her, it remade her. Joining the Independents she took point and she took charge, even fighting in the Battle Of Serenity. The one simple farm girl became a force to be reckoned with, rallying those around her to keep pushing no matter what. Even after the war was over, it was not over with in her mind. Those that caused the death of her planet still had not paid the price for the extermination they caused. Vengeance became her main goal.

After the end of the war, she did what many did; she survived. In the shadows of space, she picked up a Firefly Class Ship and took jobs. While many became smugglers, she took a still more active approach. Taking more jobs than not that would harm the Alliance in some way. While they have never been able to prove her treasonous actions in a court of law, the charges have been looming over her head. Something she does not care about, to her you cannot commit treason against a government that should not be in power.

When the signal broadcast about Miranda Anisa's blood boiled and she was one of the first to get back into the fight. Once a Browncoat, always a Browncoat. Now while she is not on the front lines, the information her crew gathers, the supplies they loot from the alliance and deliver to the Independents is invaluable. Anisa is planning on taking a more active role in the war but for now she has to keep her, her crew, and her ship alive. Out in the Rim that is difficult with more and more planets coming under attack but the crew carries on. In her mind, Vengeance is hers because she is tired of waiting for God to do the job.

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Character Quote:

• I have been at the edge of that map and monsters lie there.
• I didn't do this to hurt you, I did it to protect you.
• Trust me, a bullet's going to kill you long before hunger does.
• I don’t cross the line. I put myself on it.
• What word rhymes with I'm screwed?
• Don't chase ghosts. It isn't worth it. Trust me.

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Smuggling, Bribery, Transporting Unauthorized Personal, Treason
Anything Else:

• Remembering
• Inara
• Is Left Handed
• Parents Ranch was targeted because they were former Core World people from Persephone that decided to settle on Shadow to have a family and a down to earth life.

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Name: Jackson Tanner
Aliases:

• Jackie - Used by The Captain - Love/Hate
• Jack - Used by The Crew - Likes
• Lieutenant - Used by Veterans - Hates

Age: 37
Birthday: Febuary 27th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Shadow
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Smuggler - First Mate of Vengeance

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Height: 6'1"
Weight: 174lbs
Build: Lean, Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Light Brown
Skin Tone: Light Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: 32nd Overlanders Regiment Tattoo - Right Bicep, Large shrapnel wound, left thigh
Personal Style: From the way he looks, it'd be pretty clear to see that the war never quite ended for Jackson. He dresses comfortably, and usually always with his brown trenchcoat, along with a red scarf to go with it from time to time. He'll dress differently if the situation requires, but generally he'll wander around in the usual get-up, and always with his holster. He always wears his necklace, cares more about it than his holster, though he keeps it under his shirt around those he doesn't completely trust.

His hair is cut short in a standard military fashion, and he is always clean shaven. He makes at least somewhat of an effort to keep himself groomed, but he isn't too much of a stickler for it, on a rough day, which is rather often, he'll at least have a little stubble. He doesn't particularly bother to style his hair, or anything fancy, Jackson has never been particularly fussed over his appearance.

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Loyal * Closed-Off * Good-natured * Overconfident * Idealist * Wiseass

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Widower
Personality: Jackson is a tough, but all-in-all good man. He sees the 'Verse as he believes it should be, and not as it is, and often takes actions to the benefit of others, even at risk to himself. He believes as long as he's one of the 'good guys' he can't really lose, and so he's been noted as fairly overconfident as well. He is fiercely loyal, and for those few who have earned his loyalty, he will never betray them as long as he lives, he lives by a harsh code, and has no intent to break it.

The war changed a great deal about Jackson, once a friendly and open man, he's since become closed off, and dismissive of a great many things. He will avoid any possibility of speaking about the Unification War, and anyone who brings up his wife is likely to get a fist across the jaw. To even come close to mentioning these things, or to talk about them with Jackson - one would have to have worked a long time, and worked very hard to get close to him. From time to time his old self does still shine through, mostly through the wiseass remarks that he makes, usually when he's on-edge.
Habits:

• Tapping his thumb on his gun when tense
• Scratching his Chin

Hobbies:

• Weapon Maintenance
• Poker (Cheating at it, too)

Fears:

• Reavers
• Atmospheric Entries
• Clowns

Likes:

• Cheating (at cards)
• Strawberries
• Target Practice
• Being off-world
• Fist-Fighting
• Working

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Downtime
• Being Grounded
• Talking about the last war
• Talking about his wife
• Fancy Folk

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General Skills:

• Bribery
• Deception (Bluff)
• Discipline
• Forgery
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Streetwise
• Weapon Eng
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Natural (Melee)
• Ballistic (Weapon Eng)
• Heavy (Weapon Eng)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brown Trench Coat, Black T-shirt, Dark Brown Trousers, Black Combat Boots
• Basic Weapon Maintenance Kit
• Lighter
• Deck of Cards
• Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B
• Necklace w/ Gold Ring & Small, clean marble stone
• Fake IdentCard
• Lock Picks
• Commlink
• Quickdraw Holster

Quarters:

• Winchester Model 1200
• Crew Files
• Collection of Photographs (Mostly From the War)
• Collection of Expensive/Quality Whiskey
• Stockpiled Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Guitar
• Babbler
• Medical Kit
• Encyclopedia

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Jackson had as much of a reason as anyone else from Shadow to sign up with the Browncoats. A simple and normal life cut short by horrific bombing which turned his home, and the homes of those close to him to ash. He signed up with the Browncoats to try and protect whoever he did still care about that was left. That was a purpose he failed in many times throughout the war and even afterward, now he just holds to that as well as he can, despite failures.

History: Born to a pair of simple horse-ranchers, Jackson was on the fast-track for the simple life, he had no desire for the fancier side of the 'Verse, the more civilized worlds like Persephone had nothing alluring for Jackson. He loved the open sky, the dirt and the green of the border worlds. He grew up alongside Anisa Crowe, a girl from the neighbouring Cattle Ranch who was the same age as him. The two of them were good friends, helping out on each other's ranches and spending a great deal of their free time together.

When the war came, and the bombings with it, Jackson had been on his way to the Crowe family's ranch when it was destroyed. He watched from a distance as the bombardment completely destroyed the ranch, and he could do nothing to stop it. Initially believing his friend Anisa to be dead, he went to the ruins to try and salvage any remains to bury, but Anisa came back to find the destruction. For a while, Jackson's own home managed to avoid damage. When Jackson did sign up with the Independents, he did it alongside Anisa, being placed into the 32nd Overlanders Regiment.

Jackson rose through the ranks quickly through the war, and within the 32nd he met the woman who would become his wife. They married half-way through the war in a small service on leave. Toward the end of the war, just before the battle of Serenity Valley, Jackson took part in a major operation, his first as a Lieutenant, and although he got his unit out without casualties, he was badly wounded when a large piece of shrapnel pierced his leg, just barely missing the artery.

His wound meant that Jackson was unable to participate in the Battle of Serenity Valley, but he did still see it burn. Taking part in the evacuation, Jackson was on the shuttle which picked up Anisa, she was the one who had the unfortunate task of letting Jackson know of his wife's death during the battle. Immediately after the battle, the 32nd Overlanders was disbanded, Jackson had been the only remaining survivor, the regiment entirely wiped out during the battle of Serenity Valley.

After the war, Jackson wandered for a while, he helped bury his wife at the Serenity Graveyard on Hera, but otherwise did nothing for a long while. That was until Anisa got in touch with him again, having just picked up a Firefly Class, she needed a First Mate for her crew, and Jackson had been her first pick for the job. Having not much else he could have done, and no where else to really go, Jackson accepted, happy for the work, and happy to keep doing things until he forgets about everything behind him.

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Character Quote: "I hate dirty tricks like that, especially when I don't pull 'em first!"
Theme Song: Lady Heroine - Space Oddity
Alliance Record: Smuggling, tariff dodging, transporting illegal cargo, assaulting an officer of the law, murder, burglary
Anything Else:

And i'd be hard-pressed to decide between Mal and Wash.
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Name: Genevieve Dupoit (pronounced dupoy)
Aliases: Gene, Jenny
Age: 26
Birthday: December 30
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Persephone
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Companion

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Height: 5'8''
Weight: 122 lbs
Build: Hourglass, more heavy on top
Eyes: Light Gray
Hair: Light Blonde
Skin Tone: Light skin
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Floral rose pattern on left thigh and left buttock. Ear piercings.
Personal Style: Genevieve's style is hand-picked every day for a certain need. Having studied psychology, she knows what to wear, how to wear it, and for how long (joke intended). Typically she wears light, flowy clothing in rich colors, her favorite being dark pink. She will occasionally wear form fitting clothing, but feels it is a burden in regular outings. She is a fan of dresses and skirts and typically wears high heeled shoes or boots. She also always accessories to match whatever she is wearing. She wears make-up, usually in light colors of red, blue, pink, or purple.

Her hair is usually down and styled unless the situation demands she have it up, usually for formal events. She also likes playing with different dyes if the situation calls for it. During her meetings with clients, she follows the customs and dresses accordingly during their tea ceremony. Depending on the events planned, she has an outfit to meet the needs of the client. First impressions are important, after all. She always looks her best.

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Compassionate * Sensual * Kind * Delicate * Secretive * Vulnerable

Sexuality: Bisexual (prefers men)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Genevieve enjoys her job and the life it has given her. She isn't blind to the troubles that plague the universe and she is thankful she is where she is and has the life she does. She is kind-hearted and compassionate and likes to make others feel important and cared for, in our out of her sessions. She is a good shoulder to cry on and a voice of reason in an unfeeling world, but she could give out a scolding or an argument when she is needed.

Genevieve loves shopping and has expensive tastes, no matter the budget she has. She prefers the high up lifestyle, if for no other reason than to have the comfort it provides. She is delicate in her tastes, but doesn't mean she can't pack a punch. Though she is kind and cares for those less fortunate than her, her view on them is one-sided. She may mean well, but she doesn't know the struggles they face, as much as she tries and as smart as she is.

Genevieve is vulnerable when it comes to her past and where she came from, and likes to keep it secret. Though she has those she cares for, she prefers they remain ignorant when it comes to her past.
Habits:

• When bored, she has a habit of clacking her nails together.
• While cleaning, she sings her favorite song: the song her mother sang to her when she was a little girl.

Hobbies:

• Puzzles
• Fashion
• Reading
• Exercise/Yoga

Fears:

• Falling from a great height
• Drowning
• Losing Memory/Amnesia

Likes:

• Clothes/Shopping
• Relaxation
• Her Job
• Learning New Things
• Chocolate Covered Strawberries
• Dogs

Dislikes:

• Rudeness
• Avocados
• Bugs
• Pushing Beliefs on Others
• Being Ignored
• Being Sick

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General Skills:

• Art
• Athletics
• Carouse
• Language
• Liaison
• Melee
• Pilot
• Social Sciences
• Diplomat

Specialty Skills:

• Psychology (Social Sciences)
• Blades (Melee)
• Martial Arts (Melee)
• Small Shuttle/Personal Shuttle (Pilot)
• Dance (Art)

What Is On Your Person:

• Credentials
• Outfit - Off-the-Shoulder Top, Lace-Up Skirt, Heeled Boots
• Clutch Purse
• Phone/Commlink
• Cash
• Credit Cards
• Companion License
• Nail File
• Lipstick/Lip Gloss
• Rapier

Quarters:

• Companion Wardrobe (Clothing for her job)
• Personal Computer
• Psychology Books
• Classic Literature
• Letters from Home
• Jewelry
• Make-Up
• Yoga Mat
• Fashion Magazines
• Vanity Mirror
• Stunner/Stun Gun

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Though the battle between the Alliance and the Browncoats rage on, as a Companion, Genevieve cannot be choosey as to who she pledges her allegiance to. She feels that both sides have their benefits and their faults. Though she aligns herself with a Browncoat vessel, she remains unbiased. She may feel more strongly towards the Browncoats and their efforts, but her Guild still remains loyal to the Alliance. She prefers to remain this way unless drastic events change her opinion.
History: Genevieve was set out to be a Companion from a young age. Like most other boys and girls her age she was bred and taught to be the best. Her parents were well off and wanted the best for their only daughter. She was taught and wanted to learn as much as she can, taking much pleasure in learning dance and music, but quickly grasping psychology. Despite the harsh testing, Genevieve passed and was sent on to learn the art of Companionship.

Having learned and achieved her license, Genevieve began her work. She quickly made a name of herself in her home planet and was invited to many parties and social events and built an incredible clientele list. Her clients were impressed with her grasp on psychology and how she was able to help alleviate their problems and grant them a truly immeasurable experience. She continued to serve until she met a man named Dom Treyvor.

Dom passed the tests and paid the fee for Genevieve's services. The evening started off well enough with tickets to a show. Genevieve brought Dom back to her suite to continue the services. Preferring to start things off with some music and talk, Dom had other plans and quickly became aggressive, wanting to end their night. Genevieve tried her best to force Dom off, but the man proved too strong for her and forced her on her bed, preparing to have his way. Genevieve fought back hard, scratching the man's face and kicking him off. She grabbed the nearest thing she could, a lamp, and swung it at him, knocking the man out cold.

The events left a scar on Genevieve's otherwise perfect life. Dom ended with a black mark on his name and was taken away by authorities while Genevieve took some much needed rest. The situation became all to real to her, she wasn't safe. Much like courtesans in the past, she could be victimized, even with extensive martial arts training. She became too sheltered, to safe. So she set out to volunteer her time with a ship. Many luxury liners wanted her services, but she turned them down. It wasn't until she met with the Vengeance that she decided the ship could make use of her.

Now she travels with them and their adventures, helping with her Companion training and her lifestyle.

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Character Quote: "Worth is more earned than bought. Each person is worth far more than they initially perceive."
"Shopping is a girl's best friend."
"Walk with me into the depths of your mind."
"Peace is only obtained through peril."
Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Clean record with the Alliance (she needs it for her license)
Anything Else:

• She keeps a stun gun near her bed from her past incident with Dom
• Her favorite music is, weirdly enough, electronic dance
• She has done many things for clients, including going to operas, raves, bars, lounges, and pool parties

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Name: Gideon Bao-Da Engelhart
Aliases:Hart, Gideon, Fixit
Age: 25
Birthday: July 01, 2496
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Londinium
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Engineer aboard the Vengeance

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Height: 5'-10"
Weight: 168 lbs
Build: Toned and wiry
Eyes: Blue with hints of green
Hair: Light brown, often riddled with grease.
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned, usually dirtied from the engines
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Gideon has several scars received from numerous burns over his time around engines. Most of these scars can be found on his forearms, although his back has numerous long scars across it that Gideon refuses to talk about.
Personal Style: Style isn't something Gideon puts a lot of conscious effort into. Often he's found roaming the Vengeance with his coveralls half undone leaving his top half covered only by one of many dingy and stained tank tops. His feet are usually laden with heavy protective workboots, while his hands are often covered by tight fitting work gloves. A tool belt is usually slung loosely around his waist while dark welding googles sit on his forehead. Gideon's hair is usually left however it was when he first woke up, rarely putting the effort into styling it or even combing it. As such it's generally quite tousled and held in place only by the generous amount of engine grease that manages to find itself entangled in his light brown locks. It is not uncommon to find Gideon working shirtless either due to the heat of the engine room and other parts of the ship.

In the event that Gideon is going ashore, he often swaps out his coveralls for a pair of loose fitting cargo pants and covers his tank top or t-shirts with a reptilian leather hide jacket. His work gloves are always in his back pocket with a spare kept nearby in case he finds parts to rummage through. Due to his lack of attention towards general hygiene, Gideon's face is often adorned with a full five o'clock shadow that it left further unattended develops into a patchy mess barely resembling a beard. This often attracts mocking comments from his crewmates causing Gideon to take the time to properly shave himself.

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Cocky * Gullible * Juvenile * Inventive * Pragmatic * Smug

Sexuality: Technosexual Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Engaged to the Vengeance Single
Personality: One of the younger crew members of the Vengeance, Gideon's behavior and inclination towards immaturity is well known throughout the ship. Gideon often comes across as arrogant due to his near constant insistence that anything and everything can be upgraded or improved. This is only furthered by him taking matters into his own hands and almost constantly tinkering with the Vengeance's systems and hardware configurations much to his superiors' annoyances. That said beneath the cocky exterior is the naivety of youth and a sheltered childhood leading to Gideon being quite gullible to those he trusts often treating older males as surrogate father figures and looking to the Captain as a maternal one despite only twelve years between them.

Despite his emotional immaturity, Gideon is very pragmatic, capable of using whatever is at hand to get the job done. His keen mind is highly inventive allowing him to see solutions where others can't especially when it comes to machines. With people however, Gideon can be completely oblivious especially to those close to him. Sexually adventurous, Gideon will be the first to tell you there's very little he won't try with a woman, that said he is also notably sexually excited by pristine pieces of machinery. His greatest fault however is that Gideon has the disposition of a selfish child, putting his own satisfaction ahead of everyone else's, this often leads to blows with authority figures when necessary system are offline solely because Gideon felt like tinkering with them.

Habits:

• Using tools as drumsticks
• Juggling tools
• Performing a chin up while passing through door ways
• Sleeping in the engine room instead of his quarters

Hobbies:

• Collecting motorcycle parts from the Earth-That-Was
• Dissembling and rebuilding various parts of the ship
• General tinkering and inventing
• Painting decals on his work, for instance his pistol has a custom paintjob.

Fears:

• Power outages/shortages
• Amputation/Dismemberment
• Suffocation

Likes:

• Cherries
• New tools
• Vehicles from the Earth-That-Was
• Tinkering/Fixing
• Women
• The hum of a working engine
• Hammocks

Dislikes:

• Underdeveloped Worlds
• Strict rules/regulations
• Being watched while he works
• Being 'too' clean
• Formal attire
• Ship combat (it ruins his hard work)

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General Skills:

• Art (SP)
• Athletics (SP)
• Engineer (SP)
• Gun Combat (SP)
• Melee (SP)
• Mechanic
• Perception
• Pilot (SP)
• Zero-G

Specialty Skills:

• Stardrive Engineering (Engineer)
• Electronic Engineering (Engineer)
• Life Support Engineering (Engineer)
• Bludgeon (Melee)
• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:

• Outfit consisting of dark grey coveralls unzipped to the waist, black tanktop, black boxer shorts, high top steel toe work boots, reinforced welder's gloves and welding googles. Lastly around his waist is Gideon's dark leather tool belt.
• Wrench set
• Ratchet set
• Screwdriver set
• Ball Pein Hammer
• Cross and Straight Pein Hammer
• Cross Pin Pein Hammer
• Rubber Mallet
• Measuring instrument
• Diagnosis kit

Quarters:

• Spare clothes consisting of t-shirts, tank tops, cargo pants, extra coveralls and his jacket
• Various fasteners (screws, nuts, bolts, etc)
• Specialty tools such as angle grinders, hammer drills and other powered tools.
• Motorcycle part collection
• Music collection which dates back hundreds of years, most of which has been copied. Gideon possesses no originals due to their worth
• Ruger 22-45 Pistol
• Sledge Hammer
• Various cheap alcohols including Amaretto, Rye and Rum
• Schematics and various blue prints
• Drafting desk
• Paper and pencils

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Joining up with the Independents had never been a goal in Gideon's life. However as a man with his own self interests at heart, the idea of an Alliance controlled 'Verse didn't appeal to him. Unable to follow strict rules and regulations, Gideon was an Alliance academy drop out who was constantly in trouble with the law. Seeing the Browncoats as the only way to ensure a free 'Verse, Gideon has donated his skill set to helping their cause and keeping the Vengeance afloat.

History: Although Gideon Bao-Da Engelhart's birth certificate says he was born on the surface of Londinium the truth was he was born in its atmosphere, in the hallways of a Peregrine-Class Freighter. From the moment his lungs first breathed air, it was filled with the steely essence of metal and grease. Growing up on Londinium in New Cardiff, Gideon lived with his parents who worked for the Alliance transporting goods to outposts in need. Raised around freighters, it was only natural Gideon took an interest in them although his parents expected a pilot, instead they got a mechanic.

As soon as Gideon was old enough to hold a screwdriver, he became a terror in his household. Nothing was safe from being taken apart and left a mess of parts. Continuing to grow, Gideon eventually learned to properly put parts back together and even started to improve appliances around the house. Eventually moving on to bigger prospects, Gideon began to tinker with the family vehicle and assist with repairs to the freighters around the business garage. Realizing their son's potential, Gideon's parents had him tested for an Alliance run technology academy. Scoring incredibly high on the aptitude test, Gideon was admitted and taken away from home. However the regimented lifestyle of the boarding school didn't suit Gideon and he began to act out becoming something of a class clown. Attempts to discipline the rowdy teenager failed and the school eventually escalated their attempts. Lashings which left deep scars on Gideon's back seem to keep the teenager in line but truth be told they just buried the seeds of rebellion. A month after the lashings started, Gideon hijacked a shuttle and escaped the school.

Ashamed to return home, Gideon took to the star ways, taking odd jobs on ship after ship in order to get by. But truth be told he loved it. With no rules to live by, he was free to do as he wished and whenever he had enough of the ship's captain he would leave at the next port. Feeling no sense of commitment, Gideon ensured that he kept himself happy. At least until the war broke out. With the happenings on Miranda, the 'Verse had shifted and Gideon realized that his way of life was in danger thanks to the Alliance's aggressive expansions. Signing up with the crew of the Vengeance, Gideon was determined to aid the side that was going to protect the 'Verse's rights to freedom and liberty.

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Character Quote:

Theme Song: Velvet Revovler - She Builds Quick Machines
Alliance Record: Indecent Exposure, Indecent Acts in Public, numerous Noise Violations, Impersonating a Companion, Impersonating a Shepard, Aiding and Abetting, Speeding, Reckless Piloting, Trespassing, Piloting without a License, Solicitation,
Anything Else: Reference Post, and I'd have to say I too am pretty torn between most of the main cast, so to be different I'll just put forth Niska as a favourite character.
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Name: Gregory Matthias Quinn
Aliases: Quinn
Age: 31
Birthday: November 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Ariel
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Alliance Military Captain

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Pale White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Scarred chin
Personal Style: Gregory is rarely seen out of his uniform, he essentially never takes it off, even when he is off-duty. He keeps his uniform and clothing well taken care of, and although when he is off duty he may wear it loosely or casually, it is always kept clean and relatively neat.

Similarly, Gregory makes sure that he is well groomed himself. He is always clean shaven, his hair kept at regulation length and usually styled in a neat manner. Overall, he prides himself on looking good, and making sure that he is presentable and respectable wherever he goes. He does not care for being overdressed, and it is fairly regular with the places he ends up going.

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Intelligent * Manipulative * Ruthless * Perfectionist * Cruel * Ambitious

Sexuality: Bisexual (prefers women)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Once, Gregory could have been considered a good man, someone who strived to do what was best for all those around him, to ensure the safety of all those around him along with fairness, order, and the rule of law. Quinn was once like many other young officers, kind, even charismatic, witty, but like many others, he was changed by war.

Following the war, and some of the horrors he was subjected to, Quinn has turned cruel. He holds a deep hatred for any of the old browncoats, though at the same time he understands why many of his own comrades have turned against the Alliance. He does not forgive the Alliance, but believes that with the correct leadership it could be reformed into something better. As such, he is quite ambitious, believing he could lead the Alliance to what it should be, this ambition has in the past led him to betray his superiors, to sell them out and even murder them, in order to secure his position.

On the outside, Quinn wears the facade of a cruel, evil man, he manipulates those around him, and gives no mercy to his enemies. However on the inside, Quinn is still very much the man he once was, terrified of facing retribution for his own actions, and so refusing to break away from the Alliance he no longer trusts.
Habits:

• Smoking
• Whistling while he works

Hobbies:

• Independent memorabilia collector

Fears:

• Arrest/Trial
• The Black
• The Ocean

Likes:

• Luxury goods
• Strawberries
• Studying his enemies
• Music
• Smoking
• Cheap liquor

Dislikes:

• Do-gooders
• Idealists
• Mention of the first war
• Mention of his past (at all)
• Lawyers
• Spiced food

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General Skills:

• Admin
• Diplomat
• Discipline
• Gun Combat
• Leadership
• Interrogation
• Lore
• Manipulate
• Tactics

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle (Gun Combat)
• History (Lore)
• Art (Lore)
• Small Unit (Tactics)

What Is On Your Person:

• A Well-looked after and decorated Officer's uniform
• Ident-Card
• Walther P38
• Belted Holster
• Boot-Knife
• Lighter
• Cigarettes
• Collection of Ribbons/medals
• Photo of his brother
• Commlink

Quarters:

• Files on Browncoat sympathizers
• Collection of cheap whiskey
• Ammunition
• Blackbox Cortex Terminal
• Survival Gear
• Heckler & Koch G36C
• Encyclopedia
• Collection of Independent Curios
• Rim-world Art collection
• Rim-world curios
• Mosin-Nagant M91/30

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Raised in a family of staunch loyalists, Gregory signed up in the first war to follow in the footsteps of his older brother, a long-experienced veteran in the Alliance military. While his brother served as infantry, Gregory signed up to become an officer, believing it would serve for a more respectable and admirable position.

History: Born into a rich and successful family on Ariel, Gregory's father was a successful politician, his mother a doctor, and his brother already an intelligent student and experienced athlete. Gregory himself was an intelligent, almost gifted child, performing marvelously throughout his schooling with the support of his family. Before the war started out, he was on the fast track to becoming a skilled lawyer.

However, when the war did start, Gregory had every intention of joining the Alliance military alongside his brother, who had been a member of the infantry for a number of years at that point. In the earlier years of the war, Gregory cared deeply about the men under his command, becoming a well-respected and decorated leader. However, he was eventually surrounded and defeated by Independents in a decisive battle which left his men captured or killed through a repeated and never-ending bombardment.

Gregory and those men alongside him who had been captured were submitted to torture, which left even more of his men dead. This turn of events sparked an immense change within Gregory. The death of his friends and men sparked a feeling of fear and hatred in Gregory which led him to take more drastic and ruthless actions against the Independents throughout the war. At the battle of Serenity Valley, Gregory refused to accept the surrender of an entire regiment of browncoats, having them all shot on the spot.

Since the war, Gregory has made his way along as an efficient, effective and ruthless leader. When the Alliance requires a job done well and done quickly, they send Gregory to deal with it, although they know more often than not to question his methods. Since the war has started up again, and the events on Miranda come to light, Gregory has more of a respect for the browncoat movement, and has even considered defection. However, considering his previous actions against the browncoats in the first war, he remains with the Alliance more out of fear, not wishing to face justice for his own actions.

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Character Quote: "We are all judged in the end."
Theme Song: The Glitch Mob - Animus Vox
Alliance Record: Bound by Law once under suspicion of War Crimes, found not guilty.
Anything Else: ~Already in the Previous CS~
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Name: Atticus Kaine Pearson
Aliases: Preacher, Kaine
Age: 42
Birthday: March 17th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Jiangyin
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Preacher

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Height: 5'6"
Weight: 145lbs
Build: Cut
Eyes: Deep Mahogany
Hair: Ebony with a little gray
Skin Tone: Tan and worn
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Back is covered with numerous scars, tattoo on his back between his shoulder blades; horseshoe overlaid with a sheriffs star overlaid with a skull.
Personal Style: Is there a personal style for a man of the cloth? For the preacher there is. Wearing all black at all times like most Catholic priests he still has his own personal twist on what he wears. He prefers jeans to slacks, specialized collared shirts instead of traditional, cowboy boots over dress shoes.

He is also oddly groomed for a preacher, never being clean shaven or sporting a beard; a five day shadow always haunting him. Then there is his hair; raggedly cut but gelled and styled meticulously in a just rolled out of bed fashion. The man always seems to look like a drunken Halloween Costume parading as a Priest.

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Wrathful * Kind * Prideful * Diligent * Lustful * Generous

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: To say Atticus is what a person would think of as a preacher personality wise would be both the complete truth and an utter lie. He is kind and very compassionate. Looking out for his flock and trying to lead them down the right path. A studious man who knows his religion and beliefs like the back of his hand. A shoulder to lean on and someone to call on when one is heavy hearted, the man would give the shirt off his back to any in need without question.

On the flip side of that coin is a very human man who strays from the path regularly. When he sees wrong doing he becomes wrathful, laying down his own version of justice that is anything but turn the other cheek. He has addiction problems ranging from gambling to drinking and even the indulgence of the flesh. A hot hand or a hot body is not something he can say no to. Prideful as Lucifer himself, he believes his personal outlook on religion is the perfected middle ground. Such is the duality of Preacher.

Habits:

• Quoting Scripture
• Smoking

Hobbies:

• Playing Poker

Fears:

• Losing his faith completely
• Becoming schizophrenic
• Losing a member of his flock

Likes:

• Women
• Whiskey
• Non-Menthol Cigarettes
• The Color Yellow
• Pie
• Preaching (when the time is right in his mind)

Dislikes:

• Cake
• Menthol Cigarettes
• Preaching (at a Service)
• Clear Liquors
• People Telling Him How A Preacher Should Act
• People Telling Him What His Beliefs Should Be

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General Skills:

• Discipline
• Explosives
• Gun Combat
• Instruction
• Lore
• Melee
• Social Sciences
• Physical Sciences
• Gambler

Specialty Skills:

• Poker (Gambler)
• Chemistry (Physical Sciences)
• Natural (Melee)
• History (Social Sciences)
• Religion (Lore)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black Jeans, Black Cowboy Shirt with silver collar trim, preacher collar, black sports coat, black cowboy boots
• Rosary
• Worn Bible
• Prayer Hands Zippo
• Pack of Cigarettes
• Flask Of Whiskey
• Worn Deck Of Playing Cards
• Wallet With Credentials In It
• Saint Christopher's Medal
• Handkerchief

Quarters:

• Various Religious Texts from All Religions
• Numerous Books On The History Of The 'Verse
• Half Empty Whisky Bottles
• Stack of Ripped Up Cassocks
• Empty Pie Plates
• Colt 380
• Star Firestar M-45
• Glock 17L
• Claridge LEC9
• Ammunition
• Collection of Gideon Bibles

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Looking at his life, one might think that Atticus would hate the Alliance but he doesn't. He sees the virtues in both sides of the war and their sins. He feels they both are in the right and in the wrong and must come to a common ground if either side is going to survive this war. He will never chose a side, but always dance that middle ground and each moment he decides what he will do for himself and what is in the interest of the greater good.

History: Atticus was born to money and wealth, the son of a Magistrate. He never wanted for much; being educated from a young age but the boy was a born trouble maker and used his knowledge of chemistry to blow up more than one class room when a teacher would not give him the grade he felt he deserved. When caught he would bring forth some story of another who had been wrongly prosecuted for standing up for what was right.

Eventually his father was tired of the fights, the arson, and the attitude; shipping him off to an old Catholic Mission for what he hoped was a little bit of God. He got more than what he bargained for. Atticus had the calling and became obsessed with righting his wrongs and the wrongs of others; taking the letter of the bible too far. He was still starting fires, blowing up places, and stealing from the Alliance - yet now he was backed by the word of god. This lead to several run ins with the law and one charge of man-slaughter that was never able to be proven.

That was until the Unification War Broke out. He was assigned to render last rights to those that had fallen in the battle of Serenity Valley but told not to give any peace to the fallen Browncoats. That was the last straw. To be told who he could and could not save was, in his words, horseshit. He did so anyways and was locked up for six months for the crime of Insubordination & Assault With A Holy Artifact. (He bashed a commanding officer over the head with a bible.)

After his release he re-evaluated his life. God was still there but he felt god was on vacation. Sitting down he prayed, and drank, and loved, and lost, and had hang overs, and got tossed in jail a few nights, and then repeated the process until one day while walking to the local watering hole he spotted Vengeance and felt a tug towards it. Taking an open spot on Vengeance he has kept with them, helping where he can and using the vessels stopping points as places to preach and to get his sin on.

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Character Quote:

• God listens like a woman, he hears what he wants.
• With God, it's never too late to make things right.
• I'm here to tell you your life can change in a moment, and this is the moment.
• I shit sunshine, didn't you know that?
• Don't wind me up asshole.
• I don't know if I told you, but I never really wanted to be a preacher …

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Disorderly Conduct, Gambling, Assault with A Holy Artifact, Man-Slaughter, Theft, Destruction Of Alliance Property, Arson, Insubordination
Anything Else:

• Arrival Of The Valkyrie
• Inara over all but hey, was loving me some Book while writing this.
• Doesn't take confession

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Name: Camilla Beatrice Powell
Aliases: Cam, Powell
Age: 32
Birthday: February 19th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Ariel
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Mercenary

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 125lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Pale Hazel
Hair: Sunkissed Blonde
Skin Tone: Pale with rose undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Camilla's style varies greatly depending on what is needed. She is as comfortable in an Alliance Officers Uniform as she is in ripped slacks covered in dirt, grease, and blood. What she wears has no effect on her outside of the job at hand and she knows how to make sure what she is wearing fits the circumstances to the best of her ability.

When not on the job though what she wears will usually be something of comfort and something she doesn't care if it gets ruined. Sweats and T-Shirts are not uncommon for people to see her in though when just around the ship she will usually be seen in combat boots, fatigues, and a tank top. Her hair is either down and just let to do what it wants or pulled back tightly in a slicked back bun reminiscent of her days at the Academy.

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Resentful * Caring * Cynical * Methodical * Abrasive * Adaptable

Sexuality: Sapiosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Life deals each person a deck of cards and you are forced to play them as best you can. That is what Camilla does, ever the chameleon to make the best of a situation. An adaptable woman able to fit in to most any scenario, she is methodical on her approach to a situation; and beneath is all is kind and caring, wanting the best for people.

Yet, life isn't kind and she has become rather resentful and cynical because of it. While she strives to help those around her, she can be very abrasive when it comes to matters with those she is closer to. A filter she does not have and speaks her mind even though there are times when silence is the best of options.

Habits:

• Biting her thumb nail
• Huffing when frustrated

Hobbies:

• Working out

Fears:

• Being captured by the Alliance
• Being killed by her Ex-Fiance
• Having to kill her Ex-Fiance

Likes:

• Martial Arts
• Meditating
• Cleaning her weapons
• Swimming
• Strawberries
• Making big badda booms

Dislikes:

• Hypocrites
• Being disturbed when meditating
• Someone touching her things
• Talking about her past
• Drug addicts
• People who cannot be on time

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General Skills:

• Perception
• Investigate
• Interrogation
• Athletics
• Gun Combat
• Melee
• Persuade
• Deception (Bluff)
• Explosives

Specialty Skills:

• Martial Art (Melee)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Strength (Athletics)
• Endurance (Athletics)
• Rifle (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Combat boots, tank top, fatigues, dog tags, long brown leather duster, belt
• Field Knife
• Lighter
• Bobby Pins
• Credentials
• Scalpel Kit
• Silk Handkerchief
• Jericho 941
• Gun Holster
• Knife Sheath

Quarters:

• A box with an engagement ring in it
• Grenades
• C-4
• Prima-Cord
• MP40
• H&K MP5SD3
• AKM
• Box of Memories
• Alliance Uniform
• Pictures of Home
• Ammunition

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: They say one moment can forever change the course of your life; nothing could be truer for Camilla. Seeing her fiance at the time slaughter so many and then put a preacher in chains was enough to turn her allegiances from that of the Alliance to that of the Independents. Breaking off the engagement and running for the hill, she has since been a Browncoat and hopes to save herself and those that have suffered at the hands of the Alliance for far too long.

History: Camilla grew up on Ariel and had all the makings of a skilled woman of politics when she was younger. Doing well in school and excelling in her studies. She enjoyed the life that the Alliance provided her and her family. Her parents dreamed that one day she would become one of the highest governing officials on the planet.

Yet when talk of unification broke out Camilla was one of the first to sign up and in her entrance testing was found to have remarkable skills when it came to interrogation. She was filtered off to hone these skills as well as others and became an invaluable asset to the Alliance when it came to gathering the information needed to squash the Independents.

She felt she was doing good and was excited to be sent with her then fiance to the Battle Of Serenity; both of them thinking she would be able to ensure that there were no further uprisings or plans in the works when they captured the ranking officers. But things did not go as planned and she witnessed something she could never forget and doubts she will ever forgive.

At that moment she ran and turned on the Alliance. If this was what the Alliance was she wanted nothing to do with it. Her knowledge of the Alliance would have been of great use if the Independents had anything left in them but they didn't. Still, she was not turning back and started training, becoming a hire Merc for those that were former Browncoats.

Now another war has broken out and she feels she owes the Browncoats all she has to make up for the injustices they have suffered; especially those on the Vengeance.

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Character Quote:

• There is something about bonding over mutual hatred that is so much deeper than bonding over mutual love.
• Everyone should have a chance to re-chose which side they fight for.
• My past will forever haunt me.
• We all will die and when I do it will be still refusing to kneel.
• The sound of silence is both maddening and cleansing.
• Back the fuck up!

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Treason, Desertion, Insubordination
Anything Else:

• Jack And Tati Collab With Morose
• While Irana is my favorite, Jayne was more on my mind when making this character
• Is Ambidextrous
• Was engaged to Gregory Quinn

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Name: Dorothy Angelica Pender
Aliases: Captain Pender (Old Alliance Army Rank), Dory, Dor
Age: 31
Birthday: September 10th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Boros
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Female
Occupation: Medical ; Former Army Doctor

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 130 pounds
Build: Lean, athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A long and thin scar on her left knee from a knife wound
Personal Style: Her style is rather classy, but functional at the same time. She isn't one to go around in lab coats or scrubs, instead feeling most at home in her brown aviator coat and khakis. In general, she always has her coat constant about what she wears, forming her new uniform. It's one of the things that changed her, fighting in the first war between the Alliance and the Independents. She feels out of place when she isn't wearing a uniform.

Beyond the most apparent pieces, she loves to wear boots and generally sticks way too many things in her jacket pockets. Her hair, naturally curly, is either let down or is pulled back in a ponytail, in order to be out of her eyes when she's attempting to work. She's always incredibly clean, never knowing when she'll need to work--her nails are short, her hair is never ragged, and dirt is hardly ever on her person. If she is working, however, she'll put on the scrubs, smock, or whatever is available for her to work with, in order to keep both her and the patient safe.

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Confident * Impulsive * Tactful * Gullible * Brave * Sarcastic

Sexuality: Pansexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Dorothy, having fought for the Alliance and now against it, having left her home and everything she ever knew, is without a doubt incredibly brave. Fear doesn't cripple her, as to her, the end goal is worth the risk. As long as she feels her actions are right, no amount of terror could stop her. But this is a bit of a double edged sword, as with her bravery, she's a bit impulsive. She makes up her mind almost on a whim, not being the type to stop and carefully consider all of the options. Once her mind is made up, however, she's steadfast. It takes a lot to sway her, causing her to be incredibly loyal to her causes -- for the most part.

She's a kind person, as much as she'll roll her eyes and come up with bitting remarks. Very empathetic, she tries her best to understand each person, having an excellent bedside manner. She's a strong believer in human decency and attempts to practice that as best as she can, being the best version of herself that she can be. This causes her to, sometimes, trust people a bit too much -- and thus, she's a bit susceptible to tricks.

Habits:

• Standing at attention or parade rest when not working
• Tapping her fingers

Hobbies:

• Cards
• Crossword puzzles

Fears:

• Losing her sister, Daphne
• Being jettisoned into the merciless vacuum of space
• Reavers

Likes:

• Flying
• Organization
• People having some degree of competency
• Challenges/Exercises/Tasks
• Logic puzzles
• Verbal sparring

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Drunkards
• Those who prey on the helpless and weak
• Misogynists
• Messy workstations
• Carelessness

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General Skills:

• Life Sciences
• Medicine
• Gun Combat
• Deception
• Athletics
• Discipline
• Leadership
• Melee
• Perception

Specialty Skills:

• Biology (Life Sciences)
• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Endurance (Athletics)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brown women's aviator jacket, black v-neck shirt, khaki pants (slim), brown combat boots, thick wool socks (black)
• Ident Card
• Colt Service Model Ace .22
• CommLink
• Small black backpack with emergency medical kit
• Blue twine bracelet
• Leg holster
• Black latex gloves (in pocket)
• Pocket Journal
• Pencil

Quarters:

• Ammunition
• Medical Reference Books
• Medical Charts (i.e. anatomy of the human body)
• Dime novels
• Deck of playing cards; worn
• Pictures of her family, her sister, army doctors she served with
• Books of logic puzzles, crosswords, ect (half complete)
• Spare medical kit
• Crew medical files
• Spare clothing, all in a similar style

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: In the first war, Dorothy had sided with the Alliance mostly in order to escape her father. The academy gave her the formal medical training she needed, and she was able to leave behind her rotten life. This time, she backed the browncoats due to her principles. The crimes the Alliance committed were unforgivable. As much as she enjoyed the idea of a united galaxy, the events that occurred in Miranda went too far. It was time for her to pick up the fight again--this time, for the browncoats. She couldn't live with herself if she didn't do anything to set things right.

History: The oldest child in the family, Dorothy was born on Boros. Her father ran a bar, and as the years went on, he fell into alcoholism. Brawls became more and more common, and Dorothy ended up tending to her father and his friends on more than one occasion. She picked up crude medical skills, but fortunately, her father never physically abused her mother or her sister. The abuse was verbal, if anything. By the time she was old enough, she joined the alliance academy to become an army medic.

In the first war, she fought for the Alliance. Being from Boros, a planet with a heavy Alliance presence and ties, it was logical and expected for Dorothy. Serving as an army medic, she saw a lot of injuries and death, and on occasion, got into combat herself. She ended the war with the rank of Captain, and settled down in Londinium, working in a military hospital as a doctor. It was comforting to be around others who had been in the war, making sleep a little easier after what she'd seen. While she missed her family dearly, she didn't return to Boros. Instead, she got in touch with her sister and her mother, avoiding all contact with her father as possible. She found stability in her life.

Her life was plunged back into chaos when the signal was sent out. The actions the Alliance took appalled her, and Dorothy resigned from her position at the hospital. Packing up her things, she set out to find a way to serve in the fight for justice. On her way out, she stole as many supplies as she could from the Alliance, hoping to use them for better purposes. The Alliance couldn't be allowed to stay in power, not after what they did. Dorothy met up with her sister, Daphne, and together, they planned to join a browncoat aligned ship. They'd fight this war together.

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Character Quote: "I was an army doctor. That means I can break every bone in your body while naming them."
Theme Song: Sillhouettes - Of Monsters and Men
Alliance Record: Theft, Desertion
Anything Else: Abandoned Hope and Kaylee is, hands down, my favorite.
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Name:Friedrich Knochengeiger
Aliases:Finger, Doc
Age: 39
Birthday: December 1st
Ethnicity: Nord
Birth Planet: Miur
Allegiance: Neutral (Doesn't mind working with the Alliance)
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Trauma Surgeon

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Height: 180 cm
Weight: 75 kg
Build: Narrow, sinewy
Eyes: Dark Gray
Hair: Light Grayish Brown
Skin Tone: Pale with local flush of color
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style:
Friedrich trakes pride in what he is and what he does, and it shows in his dress, his gait and his expression. Wherever he is, he transmits an aura of importance, looking down on his peers with the stern eyes of a man for which everything, even life, has a value that can be quantified. Indeed, when things are calm, the mere sight of the man invokes instinctive defensive reactions and rising heart rate. But when the excrement hits the ventilator, suddenly his act makes sense, and his aura doesn't change in the slightest.

The man called "Finger" commits to a very specific dress code that conveys the above. Sharp, straight clothes, clean shave and orderly hair - everything about him breathes discipline. But it is a very particular kind of discipline, that finds its place even in chaos. Indeed, even if some of the above is out of order due to a very hard day or an emergency of sort, nothing about him betrays this and often the illusion of order fools even the sharpest eyes.

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Honest * Sociopath * Practical * Inquisitive * Judgmental * Ambitious

Sexuality: Probably Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Pff. Why don't we get back to what's really important?
Personality:
The world around Dr. Friedrich Knochengeiger is split into two - those who know how he got his nickname, and those who have slightly less nightmares. The man who studied every nook and cranny of the human body (sometimes against the body's will), whose only reason of practicing medicine is the same natural curiosity of one who climbs under the hoods of starships for a living, can easily be classified as a psychopath. But we live in a more practical world than that, don't we?

Indeed, this is enough for War to be attractive. How does the human body react to shell shock of all kind? How far can it be pushed? In a man VS machine struggle, does man survive? And if so, what does man become? These thoughts make one distant, and human interaction beyond that which is necessary to advance research seems pointless. But Finger is well aware of the kind of world he lives in - For even if one treats a human body like a starship, both their personalities cannot be ignored. To others, he seems a polite, not entirely unpleasant conversation partner, but not many have had the controversial pleasure of really talking to him.

But in times of peace, Finger's fascination of the human body can yield interesting results. He does not ignore his own, often experimenting with its natural processes of adaptation to habitual changes, but almost never compromising his own health.

Habits:

• Biting nails
• Leering at various body parts of people

Hobbies:

• Reading (medicine manuals or Sci-Fi books about cyborgs or extreme evolution).
• Martial Arts
• Torture
• Experimenting (usually within his own field)

Fears:

• Women (communication with, relationships)
• Blindness or other visual damage
• Crowds (Enochlophobia)

Likes:

• Treating wounded people
• Experiments
• Discipline (military, subordination)
• Coffee
• Pushing past the limit of his own body
• Victory of Man over Machine (Some pilots are cool!)

Dislikes:

• Ethics
• Bureaucracy / Negotiations
• Small Talk
• Low quality tools (for any job)
• Workplace accidents
• Alcohol

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General Skills:

• Athletics
• Discipline
• Interrogation
• Investigation (Medical)
• Life Sciences
• Medicine
• Melee
• Perception
• Physical Sciences

Specialty Skills:

• Coordination (Athletics)
• Biology (Life Sciences)
• Cybernetics (Life Sciences)
• Martial Arts (Melee)
• Chemistry (Physical Sciences)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Brownish green dress suit, white doctor's gown underneath, leather boots
• Pocket Watch
• Small set of surgical tools, hermetically sealed
• Carbon-steel monofilament pocket knife
• Gas lighter
• Wallet with ID, money, etc
• Drinking flask filled with 99% pure medicinal alcohol
• Two syringes with military-issue painkiller
• Two syringes with a powerful knockout drug
• Notebook+Pen
• Compact pack of disposable gloves (about 10 pairs)
• Shock Baton, military issue

Quarters:

• Change of clothes (including formal chinese martial arts suit)
• Encyclopedia Anatomica - World's most complete information source on anatomy
• Doctor's Bag with all common tools and materials needed for field surgery. The tools are high-quality and slightly worn.
• Compact Field Chemistry Set - A large crate that unfolds into a chemistry workstation, with tools and materials for making most common chemical procedures. The set does not include anything exotic or overly expensive, but it is well-built to survive transport and to operate in difficult environments (Not including being dropped from a plane).
• Heavy trenchcoat
• Hand wraps
• Wing-Chun training dummy
• Refill liquid for gas lighter
• A small crate of science-fiction books

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:
Finger did not choose the alliance - it was chosen for him by the principle of elimination. The number of ways to practice his trade without limitation and without breaking the law is very small, and the military force of the alliance presents him with unprecedented potential to grow and advance. That is the official story, at least. There is also the matter of payback, though it doesn't linger in his thoughts nowadays. Finger is a very practical person, and being on the run while actually trying to get any kind of work done is clearly the exact opposite.

History: Friedrich was born into a family of bureaucrats, and was directed towards the same set of professions since youth. He was put in the best schools, participated in arranged mingling with the "right people", everything to pave his way as a successor of the family's various businesses. His intelligence and almost brutal honesty eventually guided him towards law, and he began his academic studies at the very early age of 15.

But while it was obvious to him that not all of his family's dealings were on agreement with the law, what came next was still a shock. Apparently his parents, along with his uncle, were involved in a vast fraud involving a high-ranking Alliance diplomat. It was a bold, ambitious crime, with heavy repercussions, that was apparently very typical to the collective personality of the Knochengeiger family. Friedrich learned this in retrospect, from his school sweetheart.

While she was leaning over his bleeding, limp body, scalpel in hand, looking deep into his eyes with the most frightening grin he had ever seen in his life.

On that long, endless day, he had learned that in contrast to what he had studied, not all crimes are punished by the system. Some people, powerful people with a lot of influence and political power, may choose their own punishment. He had heard his parents' cries from the next room, tied tight enough to make his wrists bleed, and then it was his turn. He had never seen so much blood in his life. She wanted something from him, information she didn't care if he even had... And somehow, by some cruel hand of fate, his body was strong enough to keep him conscious. This cognitive dissonance, between his affection to her and the pain that threatened his very sanity, between the information she wanted and the things he was learning about himself, the people surrounding him, and life itself, forced him into a state of super-cognizance while simultaneously detaching him from the world. When she had had her fill of blood, convinced he knows nothing, she left him to die from his own wounds.

But he didn't.

A year later, a different kind of Friedrich emerged from long rehabilitation in one of the private hospitals that were once affiliated with his family. A new man, without a mark on him, thanks to the best plastic surgery money could buy. He had a new goal in life, an epiphany, a revelation, the path he was always looking for without even knowing. There was a reason he had survived something worse than death, and he will find it. He would unlock the secrets of the human body, and the nature of humans through their physical form. And then, then he would make them dance for him.

He enrolled into the best medical college his parents' inheritance could upkeep. Throughout his studies his attraction towards experimentation was almost compulsive, and he spent much of his free time in laboratories that would bring him closer to unlocking the secret of life. But soon the nightmares about that day returned to haunt him. He began to shy away from people, from conversation and especially from crowds. He feared for his life. Were the diplomat's men looking for him? Was she? And at that point his life took another interesting turn - while surveying all possible legal means to keep himself alive, he was exposed to the world of martial arts (and consequently alternative medicine). While being only slightly curious about the latter, the former became his way of dealing with his nightmares and phobia. His nights filled with meditation or reading instead of watching his own blood drip slowly to the floor. Soon he felt confident again, though in his own detached "bubble of personal space".

And curiosity started to take hold.

Human experiments were always controversial. But there were many stories of doctors trying new or alternative treatments on themselves, gambling on their lives so as to not deal with the bureaucracy involved. With access to the medical supplies of his choice, and an array of information found on the holonet, Friedrich began experimenting on himself. The kind of damage the human body can endure without long-term repercussions. The threshold of pain and how to reach it. It was a whole world of new knowledge, the only recordings of which belonged to old documentaries of PoWs. And eventually, having exhausted all means of self-learning that he had, Friedrich decided to reach towards the greatest source of pain, trauma, and torture that he knew of.

The Alliance Military.

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Character Quotes:
"Where does it hurt?"
"This requires more testing."
"How about I do my job, and you do yours?"

Theme Song: youtube.com/watch?v=04F4xlWSFh0
Alliance Record: Parents engaged in fraudulent action, theft and resist of arrest.
Anything Else: ~PMed GM~.

Since people list their favorite character here, I'd have to say it's Mal. I always appreciated his skill to talk his way out of trouble - in fact, it was one of the main reasons I enjoyed the show. However, since I'm not any kind of good at that in real life, I will never try to RP such a character.
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Name:Lionel Albin Wickett
Aliases: Wicked Wickett, That Son of a Bitch
Age: 53
Birthday: February 9th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Deadwood
Allegiance: Browncoats, but only from a principled standpoint
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender: Male
Occupation: Businessman/Moneybanks/Accountant

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Height: 5’9”
Weight: 212 lbs
Build: Sagging some with age, with something of a gut
Eyes:Dark Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Cream-toned skin that’s gotten leathery
Scars: Plenty. None of them from what you think they would be
Personal Style: Lionel tends to wear variations on one dark grey pinstripe suit. Whether this is out of convenience’s sake, or if he just really likes the look of that one specific suit isn’t something he addresses. When it’s really hot and he’s indoors or doing some physical work, he’ll take off the jacket of his coat, but that’s usually the most casual his attire will get when he’s in a potentially public place.

When getting ready for bed, he’ll put on his pajamas, an off-white one piece jumpsuit, complete with a buttflap for midnight/early morning bowel needs. They would be somewhat embarrassing were they not so comfortable and handy. Slip into it, and you’ve got a degree of comfort and warmness, even if you kick off the sheet or a bedmate hogs it all to themselves.

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Calculating * Ruthless * Irritable * Eloquent * Crude * Independent

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Divorced
Personality: If you asked somebody what they thought of Lionel Wickett, you would get a term like “shrewd” from business partners, “greedy” from those that have gotten in his way and were summarily quashed, or even “a fucking asshat” from his ex-wife, Marsha. All of these things are true, but they wouldn’t provide as comprehensive a picture as you could get if you really got in his head.

“Ambitious” would be getting closer to a general idea of Lionel’s mindset, but you could still do better. The best word to describe Lionel is “killer.” He will kill (or have someone else kill for him) with no remorse if it serves his purposes, and not only will he not hesitate, it’ll be done quickly and cleanly. This doesn’t only cover the literal meaning of the word, but he will also kill a person’s character or their economic standing if he has the tools at his disposal. Now that’s not to say he’s a pyschopath or needs to kill for psychological reasons. He simply has no qualms about doing what is necessary to resolve a problem, and violence tends to be the best answer.

Lionel does have a soft spot for women and can’t stand violence towards them. He’ll tend to act somewhat more respectful to them by default, and he will try to look after a woman that needs help, but his chivalry does have limits. If a broad has a rifle pointed at you with full intention to fire, or such similar acts of aggression in his mind he chalks that up as turning in their woman card and as such will retrieve the same treatment as a man. Furthermore, he has little tolerance for idiots of either gender and will react to them in the same manner.
Habits:

• Drinking
• Sneering

Hobbies:

• Drinking

Fears:

• Amputation
• Drowning
• Ants

Likes:

• Drinking
• Seeing a plan come all together
• Money
• Women
• Business going smoothly
• Knives

Dislikes:

• Waste
• Big Government
• Idiots
• Deadbeats
• Hemorrhoids
• Reavers

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*All skills and possessions are limited to the spaces provided below to start. Do NOT add more!
General Skills:

• Melee
• Streetwise
• Leadership
• Interrogation
• Bribery
• Deception
• Communications
• Security
• Advocate/Legal

Specialty Skills: *Must have the General Skill listed above for the accompanying Specialty below

• Blade (Melee)
• Planetary (Legal)
• Alliance (Legal)
• Commercial/Civil (Legal)

What Is On Your Person:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the 'Verse.

• Clothes - A 3-piece pinstripe suit and tie with a white shirt underneath
• A wristwatch
• Pocketknife
• A bottle of booze of some kind, generally hard stuff
• Coin bag - 40 Platinum, 10 Gold, 5 Silver. No sense in carrying around too much cash at once
• Concealed Combat Knife
• Key to the chest in the stash

Quarters:
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, toothbrush and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Specialized Computers, Weapons Stash, books, files on people, a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated throughout the RP.

• A locked chest containing about 25,000 Platinum in gems, gold and valuable metals hidden away in the corner of his room. For emergency purposes only.
• More knives, these much bigger than the ones he keeps on him
• Business records
• Records of supplies on the Vengeance
• Financial records for the Vengeance
• A tastefully remastered picture of his ex-wife Marsha that he likes to look at when he’s feeling down
• More bottles of booze

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: “Well Miss, if you must ask about my political inclinations and other shit that isn’t any of your business, who am I to deny? I’ve got plenty of good reasons to detest the Alliance. They like to stick their protracted beaks in the businesses of everyone and then quash anything they don’t like, and even shit they do, just so they can squish their way in and run the operation themselves. They’re a bunch of pampered, money-pissing, lackadaisical, aristocrats that have no business administratin’ over the rest of The Verse. The fact that they’re also the root of the Reaver problem only shows how poorly equipped they are to deal with anything. The Brown Coats ain’t much better anyway. If they end up succeedin’ in overthrowing the Alliance, they’ll probably be just as incompetent.”
History: Lionel was actually born on the planet Londinium to a couple of parents that hated each other. Most nights of his and his sister Mary Ann’s childhood were interrupted with the noise of furniture crashing about, screaming, someone getting smacked (honestly it was a coin flip whether it was his mother or his father was on the receiving end that night). Despite this, he still did rather well in schooling, able to coast on his intellect for the majority of his developing years. And when he wasn’t using his smarts to not put in work towards classes, it was being put towards making money and controlling the school through social networks and an organized “crime” group that he directed from the shadows.

After Graduating, Wickett managed to find work rather easily in an office building. They regulated the creation and distribution of office supplies? Maybe? Whatever, it wasn’t important what they did, what’s important is what Wickett discovered while working there. First, despite being touted as a major shift in his life, work was basically the same shit as school when you got down to it. Second, he knew that if he wanted to, he could probably use the skills he learned as a kid to climb up the corporate ladder and make it rich as a CEO or something. Third, he learned that living on a Core planet was fucking boring, and he became distinctly aware of the oppressive atmosphere the entire system carried with it.

So he saved up credits and bought himself a ride to the Outer Rim, a shithole filled with shittier people and hard living, but more potential to really make something of oneself. Since taking up residence in Deadwood, Lionel Albin Wickett has managed to become rather infamous on the planet, becoming quite wealthy and influential, initially through acquisitioning many mines of valuable resources like iron and gold before expanding his horizons and branching out into anything from construction to brothels, but also for being a massive asshole. Somewhat recently, there was a bit of a situation involving Reavers burning his estate to the ground, the fucking homeless cannibals, so in the meantime, while he waits for everything to blow over, he’s decided to take a trip around The Verse. What’s the use of having wealth if you never get to see anything once you have it? So for the time being he’s made himself something of a stay-in passenger on the Vengeance. He’s paying that Captain Crowe good money. And on top of that he’s even helping them out as if they were his own employees. Perhaps even moreso.

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Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Alliance Record: Nothing that can be pinned on him
Anything Else: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/2886340 Serenity. Also you used the wrong form of “your”.
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Name: Carla Lobo
Aliases:

• Carl - Used by friends
• Wolf - Codename used by superiors
• L - Codename for agents who report to her
• B.W. - Nickname used by fellow spooks after the infamous run against 'Mstilav the Stern' incident

Age: 28
Birthday: December 7
Ethnicity: Latin
Birth Planet: Shiva
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Female
Occupation: Assassin

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 134 lbs
Build: Light, lean muscle and runner's thighs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced. Bullet wound on left thigh. Burn scars along her left wrist to elbow. One shrapnel wound in low right back.
Personal Style: Carla's closet is a walk-in room with two clothing racks lining the walls. Along one side was a wide assortment of dresses, slacks, and blouses of black, gray, and white; the unofficial colors of the agency. The fabric was always fresh pressed and never worn for more than one day before being sent to be cleaned. Lining the floor were sensible loafers and slip on leather shoes.

The other half was a collection of brightly colored and patterned dresses, gowns, skirts, petticoats and all other assortment of feminine dress. Fashionable high heeled shoes line the floor opposite from the loafers and pristine white elbow-length gloves hung from the ceiling. In the corner sat bonnets, hats, bustles and all sorts of cosmetic supplies, all arranged in a manner that only makes sense to Carla.

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Sociopath * Pragmatic * Organized * Decisive * Stoic * Personable

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Carl is almost zealous in her pursuit of perfecting her craft as an Assassin. More than anything else, she views her occupation as her largest, most defining trait. Time spent not in the business of dealing death feels wasted and hollow.

She is a quiet woman who gets things done as efficiently as possible. She acts friendly to those around her, but she doesn't really get close with others, preferring to keep to herself unless branching out is necessary. When at big social gatherings she isn't exactly in agony, but the distinct impression can be felt by those who are properly acquainted with her that she would much rather be elsewhere.

She lives for certain moments. The rush of traveling at high speeds through the uppermost limits of the atmosphere. The satisfaction of finally completing a project correctly and being able to gaze upon her work. The feeling of putting on freshly cleaned underwear. However, the moment she savors most is the moment of the kill. The more up close and personal, the better. Although it can be quite satisfying to see a man lose a significant portion of brain matter in an instant, Carla gets the greatest highs when she can feel the body grow limp and see the light fade from her quarry's eyes. That experience of transient beauty as a person changes from a living being to an inanimate object sends shivers down her spine and a feeling of relief unmatched in any other form.

Habits:

• Pouring out an alcoholic drink on the floor before a sip
• Nail biting

Hobbies:

• Recreational Pilot
• Earth-That-Was curio collector
• Sand painting

Fears:

• Getting spaced
• Rejection
• Dying in a snowstorm

Likes:

• Things being done efficiently
• Killing
• Gunsmoke
• Dinner
• Reporting a mission accomplished
• Cats

Dislikes:

• The phrase "milk run"
• Coconuts
• Pain
• Subordinates not following orders
• Being interrupted
• Screaming

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Jack of All Trades
• Deception (Bluff)
• Gun Combat
• Melee
• Recon
• Stealth
• Athletics
• Pilot

Specialty Skills:

• Pilot (Fighter)
• Blade (Melee)
• Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Endurance (Athletics)
• Coordination (Athletics)

What Is On Your Person:

• A pair of blue gloves, black jacket, white shirt, and black tie. Black slacks and well-worn steel-toe boots.
• Fake identity card
• Knapsack
• Company Credit Card
• Wallet
• Combat Knife
• .45 ACP Revolver, fully loaded. Carries 2 more sets of bullets on person
• Two shoulder pistol and ammo clip holster
• Silver pocket watch
• A gold-plated lighter

Quarters:

• GOOD (Get Out Of Dodge) bag containing: Fake ID, 25 K in unmarked bills, simple medical kit, Alliance badge, credit cards to an alias, deeds and registration to a house on Greenleaf, and a bottle of whisky
• Ammo
• Centerfire scout sniper rifle
• A curved Officer's Sabre, this one full functional rather than merely a decorative status symbol
• A small chest full of various poisons carefully labelled and sealed in vials
• Tactical vest
• Assault rifle
• One VHS tape
• Personal laptop and card reader synced into the Agency's database
• Radio tuned into local law enforcement and fed comms
• One-man space shuttle customized for speed and atmo-resistance

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Indentured servitude is a time-honored tradition. Carla was selected for the Agency at eight and has known no other life. They don't need to threaten her with a gun anymore; she can't imagine doing anything else. Following Miranda, the Alliance conducted a hostile take-over of the Agency and is organizing their agents under new management.

History: Carla was born to a prostitute who gave her lifeblood to push her on Shiva in a small town named Jīhuì. She was turned over to a local monastery before the placenta was washed off.

It was a small temple with few monks and a herd of unwanted children raising each other and being taught informally by the monks. Upon a child's eighth birthday they were weighed and their worth determined. Some stayed on Shiva to earn their way to a profession and an education if they were smart enough and could secure a sponsor. Others were generously given off-world opportunities. Serendipity forced a young man who called himself M onto Shiva to take refuge at the monastery. He watched the children take their cues from the monks and made a modest investment to secure the adoption of seven children. Carla was among them and spent the next seven years training on Ares for a company referred to only as the Agency.

M never intended to be a father. Instead, he left the children on an island in Ares in the care of a rotating staff of instructors. The children were fed at 0430 before put to work running on hard-packed sand, swimming into waves, and running obstacle courses. After lunch they would move into the formal education of being pumped full of information. Then dinner and cleaning whatever vomit or blood needed to be scrubbed out before sleep. The next day the routine would begin again. Carla cried while her knees felt like hot metal rods were running through them whenever she sat or lay down. Every cut that didn't have time to heal would often become infected and was given the barest treatment to avoid delays in training. However, one memory shines out among all the grime of the training: Beautiful Sam. The boy who quit. He stopped in the middle of a run and broke down crying. This wasn't new. All of them had broken at one point or another. What made it different was Sam screaming that he was done. He screamed no more over and over. All the children watched as an instructor walked up to him, pulled his pistol, and sprayed his brains over the sand. Carla felt an odd feeling of excitement come over her as she viewed the killing. For the rest of the day she kept replaying that scene over and over again. In hindsight she recognized this as her first sexual experience.

Two more of the selected died during the six month initial training regimen. Afterwards, the children were given respite and being built up after being broken physically and mentally. The remaining four were taken off world. They learned to pilot spacecraft, geography of the worlds, the finer points of stealth, and tactical combat. They were told the training was complete when the Browncoats began their first rebellion. Winning the war was the graduation exam.

The privately owned company took on government contracts exclusively during the Unification War. Carla was given orders to Whitefall at 15 years old. The Alliance experimented with different methods of elimination during the war. On Shadow, they bombarded the planet to oblivion. On other planets, biological weapons took out the enemy and left resources in tact. On Whitefall, rebel leaders were strategically coerced or killed and the remaining manpower was cleansed with rifle fire or put to work on factories and farms. Carla operated out of the Alliance stronghold and sneaked in and out of the shrinking Browncoat territory with a list of names and silently took lives. At the end of the War she earned stand alone agent privileges for two reasons: The other three graduates had been killed and Dust Devils were making the Alliance hold on Athens weak.

The Unification War brought prosperity, a reliable stream of government funds, and contracts to the Agency. Of the seven, Carla was the only success by default and had repaid the Agency in full for their modest investment across all seven children. Carla was moved to Persephone and worked out of a penthouse apartment with a small support team to take more of the freelance contracts against and for Alliance officials. It was a position she earned after the death of a senior operative.

It was also the first time in years Carla was given autonomy and free time. The free time was overwhelming at first and she buried herself in sand painting, music, and breaking the sound barrier in her modest shuttle in an effort to distract herself from the immense boredom a lack of structure brought. Contracts, few as they were, always brought a wave of relief to the Assassin. One particular job had her wait in a formal ambassador's gala, wave at a secret camera, and stand as a threat to the Dangun magistrate's son. She wore a black gown and hovered at the edge of the party while waiting for the word to execute or exit.

What saved the man's life that night after a kill order was given was Genevieve Dupoit on his arm. Seeing her made Carla hesitate the span of the seven seconds that was needed for the Ambassador to agree to whatever terms the client was pressing and rescind the order. Carla hastily left the party and waited the better part of a day before sending a wave to the woman.

Carla was delightfully surprised when she was accepted. Her weekly to bi-weekly outings with Gene became Carla's favorite part of her routine. However, every time she ended up meeting with Genevieve, she felt urges in the back of her head, whispering devilish commands into her ear. She always resisted them, but they would linger on well after the Companion had left. Often times, the Genevieve would probe and try to suss out the sort of woman Carla was. Carla would respond by blending truth and fiction in a hazy tale that satisfied her curiosity. Carla always got the sense that Gene was keen to help but would never want to understand. It was a distraction, she mused, for both of them. When Gene took an extended vacation and left Persephone Carla left her Tuesdays free. Out of habit she insisted to herself and anyone who asked. Carla sent Genevieve a wave after one month of agonizing over not seeing her. The warmth and kindness that drew Carla to her was gone. The woman speaking back to her was courteous but shut off and hurting. Seeing Gene in such pain brought up a complicated stew of emotions she wasn't used to feeling. Rage. Sadness. A desire for retribution. But most of all Envy. She cut off the wave and used her free time to investigate. A little digging into the companion guild's more recent black marks revealed Dom and his crime to Carla. It was almost too perfect to have someone to blame. The 'Verse was rarely so accommodating. She visited Dom, had a heart to heart, and cut out his.

The worlds continue to spin and the Miranda scandal was exposed to the 'Verse. This led to many things and resignations and scandal. Most importantly to Carla it led to the a hostile take over of the Agency by Alliance operatives. The overall structure of the agency was organized into independent cells that reported to supervisors. As a leading agent on Persephone, Carla has introduced herself to three acting directors in the span of a month. The Alliance was grabbing up assets and cleaving at enemies with all the restraint of a butcher's carving. Work was work, but when orders from on high and even promotions were death sentences one had to consider their options.

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Character Quote:

• Whatever happens, happens.
• Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ.
• Shiny.

Theme Song:
Alliance Record: A litany of speeding fines and unauthorized air space access
Anything Else: Link and Saffron
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Name:Daphne Rachel Pender
Aliases:Daph
Age:26
Birthday:April 19
Ethnicity:Caucasian
Birth Planet: Boros
Allegiance: Browncoats
Starting Location: Vengeance
Gender:Female
Occupation:Pilot

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Height:5'5"
Weight:115 lbs.
Build:Lean
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Brown
Skin Tone:Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:She has no scars or piercings
Personal Style: She tends to dress for comfort as opposed to fashion. She generally wears a light brown coat and jeans, not caring who sees her. Preferring jeans and a t-shirt, if asked to dress nicely for an event, she will choose to not go, since she feels out of place in anything besides her casual wear.

Daphne chooses to wear simple shoes, once again choosing comfort above all else. Her hair is long and has a natural curl to it. She keeps a small supply of ponytails nearby in case her hair gets in the way. She doesn't care if her hair gets dirty while working, she knows that she'll be able to clean it out anyway. One of the many perks for her brown hair.

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Kind * Impatient * Determined * Hot-Shot * Easygoing * Stubborn

Sexuality:Heterosexual
Relationship Status:Single
Personality: She has always been kind to those around her growing up, even her father when he wasn't yelling at her. She has always had this silent determination about her. She has always tried to do her best, and was determined to survive in the house in which she grew up in. She always seems to be in a rush wherever she goes. She just can't wait to get off the ground and soaring through space, piloting a ship. She is as impatient as they come, constantly asking "When can we leave?" "Hurry up already?" and "Whats taking so long?" are just a few of the common phrases she blurts out.

When she learned how to fly, she believed that she was better than those around her. Generally, this type of thinking has gotten her into trouble with those around her. She keeps track of how many times something bad has happened to her ship, and compares it to what past pilots have done, trying to prove that she is better. Since she usually is in the cockpit of a ship, she tends to be more laid back and easygoing when it comes to those around her, hardly ever having to raise her voice. However, she also has the problem of being stubborn. Daphne generally does not want to budge on an issue, and it takes a while to convince her of things. She will change her opinion after a while, but that is about it.
Habits:

• Holding tightly to things
• When not steering the ship she has to constantly move around

Hobbies: At least 1

• Keeping track of how many crashes she has caused
• Puzzles

Fears:

• Spiders
• Losing Dorothy
• Blowing up the ship

Likes:

• Flying
• Being around people
• Animals
• The Browncoats
• Being on a ship
• The Vengeance

Dislikes: 6 minimal

• The Alliance
• People who are mean to others
• People being too slow
• People showing up late
• Alcoholics
• Those who try to blow the ship up when she's driving

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General Skills:

• Pilot
• Gun Combat
• Astrogation
• Communications
• Computers
• Flyer
• Sensors
• Remote Operations
• Melee

Specialty Skills:

• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
• Martial Arts (Melee)
• Rifle (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; phone, credit cards, cash, pictures of mom and dad, tooth picks, smokes, lighter, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the 'Verse.

• Clothing: Light Brown coat, white t-shirt, blue jeans, black tennis shoes
• .45 Pistol
• Pocket Knife
• Gun Holster
• Small handful of ponytails

Quarters:
This is your stash basically - all your items that are not on you at all times. General things need not be listed like a bed, toothbrush and so forth. Somethings are just a given. But things like Specialized Computers, Weapons Stash, books, files on people, a comic book collection, special mementos, and so forth are something that need to be listed out and very detailed. Make sure to know that this will be updated through out the RP.

• Ammunition
• Picture of her sister
• 500 piece puzzle
• Several books of various types

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: She felt that there was something she could do. Daphne couldn't stand living near her father, so she had to find some way off of Boros. She didn't want to join the Alliance military, she didn't believe in what they did. Even though her sister had joined up with them easily, she just never could do that. She found someone who was willing to help her out, it was clear that the man was a browncoat, and she learned of what they were doing, fighting against the Alliance. Daphne wanted to help his cause, so she trained to become a pilot and leave Boros.
History: She was the youngest in her family. Growing up, she was close to her sister Dorothy, even though they were a few years apart. Her father owned a bar on her homeworld of Boros, and every evening after the bar closed, he kept drinking some of what was left. Turning him into an alcoholic. Every day, he would start yelling, the fights that usually erupted within the bar were loud, and there was nothing that she could do. Dorothy took care of Daphne and her mother, until she left to join the Alliance.

Daphne could hardly believe that her sister left her and joined the war. She kept to herself after that, never talking to anyone but her mother and, on occasion, her father. She understood why Dorothy left, but she needed her own getaway. A place where she could be useful, or even help other people. She always felt like she would never leave Boros, and it scared her, thinking that she would always be near her alcoholic father. She was about 20 when she met a browncoat. He introduced her to the world of the rebels, and she loved every moment of it. She trained as a pilot, since she always loved it when she could fly. Her life seemed like it was getting back into order, when she started talking to Dorothy again, she thought her life couldn't get any better.

The first war ended, and there was nothing that could be done. The Browncoats who she had come to know on Boros had left and were on the run from the Alliance. Once again, she was alone. There was nothing she could do, since not many people were hiring pilots, the one thing she knew that she was good at. After Miranda though, she realized that she had to get off of Boros. Daphne couldn't stand by and do nothing, so she met up with her sister again, and they went off to join a browncoat ship, finally she could do something that she loved, and she could leave her father behind and never look back

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Character Quote: Everyone needs to hurry up already, I'm not getting any younger!
Theme Song: Fly-Nicki Minaj
Alliance Record: None, she hasn't committed any crimes
Anything Else: None
Favorite Character: Wash, reason I wanted to be the pilot.
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Name: Carla Lobo
Aliases:

• Carl - Used by friends
• Wolf - Codename used by superiors
• L - Codename for agents who report to her
• B.W. - Nickname used by fellow spooks after the infamous run against 'Mstilav the Stern' incident - HATES any mention

Age: 28
Birthday: December 7
Ethnicity: Latin
Birth Planet: Shiva
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Female
Occupation: Assassin

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Height: 5'7"
Weight: 134 lbs
Build: Light, lean muscle and runner's thighs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Skin Tone: Olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced. Bullet wound on left thigh. Burn scars along her left wrist to elbow. One shrapnel wound in low right back.
Personal Style: Carla's closet is a walk-in room with two clothing racks lining the walls. Along one side was a wide assortment of dresses, slacks, and blouses of black, gray, and white; the unofficial colors of the agency. The fabric was always fresh pressed and never worn for more than one day before being sent to be cleaned. Lining the floor were sensible loafers and slip on leather shoes.

The other half is littered with half-tossed and crumpled up polka dot dresses, pinstripe pumps, sunglasses, and hats. Few items found hangars and most were strung over the bar while accessories piled high on a shelf. A thin layer of dust was starting to collect over the baubles.

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Sociopath * Pragmatic * Sensualist * Decisive * Stoic * Laconic

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Carl is almost zealous in her pursuit of perfecting her craft as an Assassin. Work that she considers a tonic to her intrusive thoughts. She once defined her career as "chemo therapy."

She is a quiet woman who often locks herself in her office booming with the surround sound of Earth-That-Was classic Liberace. Communication with others is a collection of borrowed expressions and smiles she utilizes to act her way through social situations. People talk and it's mostly background noise to Carl. She rides a customized one-man shuttle in low-atmo while off-duty. The shuttle circles and flies over a world alone. Carl focuses on the next shift and not burning up in the sky. It relaxes her.

She lives for certain moments. Moments sandwiched between disastrous missions and reprimands disguised as courteous meetings. Everything else is a distraction to the few moments she felt a connection to someone else. Every rainy day spent arguing over trifles with someone who she understood and who understood her trumps her best day alone. Trouble is, sharing herself completely is easy as a pretty ideal. In practice, Carl shuts herself off and cuts off others for reasons she can't even begin to explain.

Habits:

• Pouring out an alcoholic drink on the floor before a sip
• Mumbles when thinking

Hobbies:

• Recreational Pilot
• Earth-That-Was curio collector
• Sand painting

Fears:

• Getting spaced
• Rejection
• Dying in a snowstorm

Likes:

• Cheap wine
• A clean kill
• Gunsmoke
• Dinner
• Reporting a mission accomplished
• Cats

Dislikes:

• The phrase "milk run"
• Coconuts
• Pain
• Subordinates not following orders
• Being interrupted
• Screaming

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Jack of All Trades
• Deception (Bluff)
• Gun Combat
• Melee
• Recon
• Stealth
• Athletics
• Pilot

Specialty Skills:

• Pilot (Fighter)
• Blade (Melee)
• Rifle (Gun Combat)
• Endurance (Athletics)
• Coord (Athletics)

What Is On Your Person:

• A pair of blue gloves, black jacket, white shirt, and black tie. Black slacks and well-worn steel-toe boots.
• Fake identity card
• Knapsack
• Company Credit Card
• Wallet
• Bowie Knife
• 9 MM pistol, silencer, 48 hollow point rounds
• Two shoulder pistol and ammo clip holster
• Silver pocket watch
• Two sticks of thermite with magnesium strip fuses

Quarters:

• GOOD (Get Out Of Dodge) bag containing: Fake ID, 25 K in unmarked bills, simple medical kit, Alliance badge, credit cards to an alias, deeds and registration to a house on Greenleaf, and a bottle of whisky
• Ammo
• Centerfire scout sniper rifle
• One double barrel shotgun. One assortment of bean bag rounds filled with magnesium powder. One assortment of bean bag rounds filled with thermite powder. 20 rounds of each bean bag round powder.
• One sharpened katana
• Tactical vest
• Assault rifle
• One VHS tape
• Personal laptop and card reader synced into the Agency's database
• Radio tuned into local law enforcement and fed comms
• One-man space shuttle customized for speed and atmo-resistance

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Indentured servitude is a time-honored tradition. Carla was selected for the Agency at eight and has known no other life. Now they don't need to threaten her with a gun; she can't imagine doing anything else. Following Miranda, the Alliance conducted a hostile take-over of the Agency and is organizing their agents under new management.

History: Carla was born to a prostitute who gave her lifeblood to push her on Shiva in a small town named Jīhuì. She was turned over to a local monastery before the placenta was washed off.

It was a small temple with few monks and a herd of unwanted children raising each other and being taught informally by the monks. Upon a child's eighth birthday they were weighed and their worth determined. Some stayed on Shiva to earn their way to a profession and an education if they were smart enough and could secure a sponsor. Others were generously given off-world opportunities. Serendipity forced a young man who called himself M onto Shiva to take refuge at the monastery. He watched the children take their cues from the monks and made a modest investment to secure the adoption of seven children. Carla was among them and spent the next seven years training on Ares for a company referred to only as the Agency.

M never intended to be a father. Instead, he left the children on an island in Ares in the care of a rotating staff of instructors. The children were fed at 0430 before put to work running on hard-packed sand, swimming into waves, and running obstacle courses. After lunch they would move into the formal education of being pumped full of information. Then dinner and cleaning whatever vomit or blood needed to be scrubbed out before sleep. The next day the routine would begin again. Carla cried while her knees felt like hot metal rods were running through them whenever she sat or lay down. Every cut that didn't have time to heal would often become infected and was given the barest treatment to avoid delays in training. One memory shines out among all the grime of the training, though: beautiful Sam. The boy who quit. He stopped in the middle of a run and broke down crying. This wasn't new. All of them had broken at one point or another. What made it different was Sam screaming that he was done. He screamed no more over and over. All the children watched as an instructor walked up to him, pulled his pistol, and sprayed his brains over the sand. Two more of the selected died during the six month initial training regimen. Afterwards, the children were given respite and being built up after being broken physically and mentally. The remaining four were taken off world. They learned to pilot spacecraft, geography of the worlds, the finer points of stealth, and tactical combat. They were told the training was complete when the Browncoats began their first rebellion. Winning the war was the graduation exam.

The privately owned company took on government contracts exclusively during the Unification War. Carla was given orders to Whitefall at 15 years old. The Alliance experimented with different methods of elimination during the war. On Shadow, they bombarded the planet to oblivion. On other planets, biological weapons took out the enemy and left resources in tact. On Whitefall, rebel leaders were strategically coerced or killed and the remaining manpower was cleansed with rifle fire or put to work on factories and farms. Carla operated out of the Alliance stronghold and sneaked in and out of the shrinking Browncoat territory with a list of names and silently took lives. At the end of the War she earned stand alone agent privileges for two reasons: The other three graduates had been killed and Dust Devils were making the Alliance hold on Athens weak. Carla considers the eradication of those terrorists some of her messier but more inspired work.

The Unification War brought prosperity, a reliable stream of government funds, and contracts to the Agency. Of the seven, Carla was a success by default and had repaid the Agency in full for their modest investment across all seven children. Carla was moved to Persephone and worked out of a penthouse apartment with a small support team to take more of the freelance contracts against and for Alliance officials. It was a position she earned after the death of a senior operative.

It was also the first time in years Carla was given autonomy and time. The free time was overwhelming at first and she buried herself in sand painting, music, and breaking the sound barrier in her modest shuttle. Contracts, few as they were, always brought a wave of relief to the Assassin. One particular job had her wait in a formal ambassador's gala, wave at a secret camera, and stand as a threat to the Dangun magistrate's son. She wore a black dress and hovered at the edge of the party while waiting for the word to execute or exit.

What saved the man's life that night after a kill order was given was Genevieve Dupoit on his arm. Seeing her made Carla hesitate the span of the seven seconds that was needed for the Ambassador to agree to whatever terms the client was pressing and rescind the order. Carla hastily left the party and waited the better part of a day before sending a wave to the woman.

Carla was delightfully surprised when she was accepted. Her weekly to bi-weekly outings with Gene became Carla's favorite part of her routine. Often times, the Companion would probe and try to suss out the sort of woman Carla was. Carla would respond by blending truth and fiction in a hazy tale that satisfied her curiousity. Carla always got the sense that Gene was keen to help but would never want to understand. It was a distraction, she mused, for both of them. When Gene took an extended vacation and left Persephone Carla left her Tuesdays free. Out of habit she insisted to herself and anyone who asked. Carla sent Genevieve a wave after one month of agonizing over not seeing her. The warmth and kindness that drew Carla to her was gone. The woman speaking back to her was courteous but shut off and hurting. Carla couldn't bear to see her in pain and vulnerable and human. She cut off the wave and used her free time to investigate. A little digging into the companion guild's more recent black marks revealed Dom and his crime to Carla. It was almost too perfect to have someone to blame. The 'Verse was rarely so accommodating. She visited Dom, had a heart to heart, and cut out his.

The worlds continue to spin and the Miranda scandal was exposed to the 'Verse. This led to many things and resignations and scandal. Most importantly to Carla it led to the a hostile take over of the Agency by Alliance operatives. The overall structure of the agency was organized into independent cells that reported to supervisors. As a leading agent on Persephone, Carla has introduced herself to three acting directors in the span of a month. The Alliance was grabbing up assets and cleaving at enemies with all the restraint of a butcher's carving. Work was work, but when orders from on high and even promotions were death sentences one had to consider their options.

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Character Quote:

• Whatever happens, happens.
• Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ, Shāntiḥ.
• Shiny.

Theme Song:
Alliance Record: A litany of speeding fines and unauthorized air space access
Anything Else: Link and Saffron
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Name: Reavers
Age: Varies
Birth Planet: Miranda
Allegiance: Themselves
Occupation: Psychopathic Cannibalistic Pirates?

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Height: Don't Know
Weight: Don't Care
Build: Too built?
Eyes: Mad?
Hair: Bloodied
Skin Tone: Can't even tell
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Each Reaver has numerous scars and perhaps even piercings. They mutilate their own skin, cutting and pulling it this way and that and sometimes pinning it back to reveal the flesh beneath.
Personal Style: Your typical Reaver enjoys a specialized wardrobe that consists of the clothing they were wearing at the time of the change. (Yeah, its like menopause I guess) Now, over this clothing they will add their own personal touches to make each of them an individual and unique but because all the same material is used, flesh and bone of the fallen foe, they have a harmonious blending of colors and patterns that make it a uniform.

Their hair and skin is very important to them, perhaps the blood smearing and years of built up grim is there for those days when they are raping and maiming in the valley under the hot sun? Younger Reavers look to their Elders to see what they can become, those smooth locks quickly becoming bloodied dreadlocks over time. The messier the over all look, the more covered in scars, the higher number of skin patches on their clothing; the longer they have been at this. These bitches be FIERCE!

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Insane * Homicidal * Xenophobic * Cannibalistic * Fearless * Unrelenting

Sexuality: Omisexual (Anything in their path still breathing will do)
Relationship Status: Open
Personality: Your average Reaver has a driven personality with an anything goes attitude. They are fearless and let nothing stop them on their pursuit of their goals; granted those goals usually include eating your flesh while you are screaming while another one does unseemly things to your unmentionables but hey what person doesn't have flaws?

They like to keep to their own kind, seeming to know which of us who still enjoy a good bath could become one of their flock. While they enjoy their dinner A La Human Sashimi, they don't seem to pair it with Fava Beans and a nice Chianti. Sure they are a little unorthodox and as mad as the Hatter, they stick together; have to give them points for that right?
Habits:

• Screaming
• Grunting

Hobbies:

• Enjoying a nice meal while listening to the sounds of death thralls

Fears:

• Nothing
• Nothing
• And um Nothing

Likes:

• Fresh Meat
• The sounds of their victims screaming
• Painting their ship with the blood of the fallen
• Self Mutilation
• Creative piercings
• Raiding
• Pillaging

Dislikes:

• A meal getting away
• Bathing
• Polishing their teeth
• Washing their clothing
• Brushing their hair
• Speaking coherently

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General Skills:

• Astrogation
• Athletics
• Flyer
• Gun Combat
• Mechanic
• Melee
• Pilot
• Survival
• Tactics

Specialty Skills:

• Endurance (Athletics)
• Coordination (Athletics)
• Strength (Athletics)
• Natural (Melee)
• Blade (Melee)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing
• Firearms of Various Types
• Knives of Various Types
• Blades of Various Types
• Ammunition

Quarters:

• I really do not even want to think of what your average Reaver keeps in their Bunk.

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: Blargh argh yar! (Translation: I am the one tenth of one percent.)
History: ~Taken from Firefly Wiki~ Reavers originated from Miranda, the outermost planet in a distant solar system. The Alliance had been testing behavioral modification on this planet through the chemical G-23 Paxilon Hydrochlorate (a.k.a. "The Pax" (Latin for "Peace")), administered through the air recycling systems. The chemical was designed to weed out aggression and anger. The ultimate result was that 99.9% of the population stopped going to work, talking to each other, and eventually stopped moving, eating or breeding, and therefore died. However, the remaining 0.1% ("a tenth of one percent") of the population had the opposite reaction, with their aggression and primal instincts boosted beyond simple madness into murderous rage, sadism and xenophobia.

Being transformed into a Reaver does not seem to be exclusively chemical in origin. Some victims of Reaver attacks are left alive and forced by Reavers to view the tortures they inflict on others. When this happens, the person's mind can be so damaged by what they were shown that the only way to cope with it is to begin to act as a Reaver does, eventually becoming one themselves. Reavers may themselves be able to detect those humans that are part of the 0.1% that are susceptible to become like themselves and these are the men and women they "convert."

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Character Quote: ~screams~
Theme Song:

Alliance Record: The Alliance has notes and records on Reavers in general, general outlook - Kill them.
Anything Else:
Favorite Character: Reavers!
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Name: William Harper
Aliases: Liam, Crispin Wright
Age: 33
Birthday: June 5th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Osiris
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Pilot - Prometheus (Former Alliance Navy), Technologist/Engineer

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Height: 5'10"
Weight: 151 lbs
Build: Wiry
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Shanking scars on his back, smaller ones about his arms and hands. Has a ragged scar across his torso, souvenir from a fight that went south.

Personal Style:
Dress is fitting to the circumstances. At present, he is attached to an Alliance ship, and dresses in smart, crisp uniforms of grey and black. If he ever has an opportunity to dress comfortably, he is attired in either utilitarian coveralls (mechanic's wear), or Core World Semi-Casual.

Because of his circumstances, personal style is less of what he likes, and more of what he needs to function quickly, quietly, and efficiently.

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Analytical * Brooding * Confident * Cunning * Honorable (after a fashion) * Mildly Unhinged

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Liam tends to keep to himself. A fairly quiet man, he chooses words carefully and tries not to over or underspeak. When he does socialize, it is usually to some purpose or another. Conversations thusfar with him are fairly shallow affairs, as he rarely speaks of his own past. He sticks to his work, reads, and researches. History has taught him not to trust anyone, especially people in authority who are in a position to prosper by screwing you over.

If anyone manages to penetrate William's cool exterior, they will see a man of incredible intelligence who has become too accustomed to hardship to trust a sudden burst of generosity or good fortune. He isn't suicidal, but he is a risk taker. Calculated risk taker, mind you. He isn't reckless, nor is he a fool. Sometimes, when presented with a lack of options, he finds a difficult Plan B, is all.

Habits:

• Taps nails
• Sleeps on hard surfaces

Hobbies:

• Baking Cookies

Fears:

• Being found out by the Alliance
• Reavers
• Going back to prison

Likes:

• Flying
• Engines
• Baked Goods
• A Good Bit of Mischief
• Quiet Moments
• His wrench(es)

Dislikes:

• The Alliance
• Prison Food
• Being Bored
• Impolite People
• Lack of Tech
• Being Grounded

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General Skills:

• Pilot
• Astrogation
• Engineer
• Mechanic
• Flyer
• Athletics
• Melee
• Computers
• Gun Combat

Specialty Skills:

• Melee - Bludgeoning Weapons
• Athletics - Endurance
• Gun Combat - Pistols
• Engineer - Technical
• Flyer - Grav

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing (Black & Grey tactical coveralls, belt, and boots)
• Jericho 941 9mm Pistol
• Two extra clips 9 x 19mm
• Field Knife
• 36” Adjustable Titanium Crescent Wrench (“Lucky Wrench”) with tether
• Earpiece Microtransmitter
• Ballistic Mesh Body Armor (underneath clothing)
• Gun holster
• Knife sheath

Quarters:

• AKM (AK-47 variant upgrade, black stock & fittings)
• Alliance Military Ident Card
• Alliance Naval Officer's Uniform (Grey/black, high collared jacket and pants, black tactical boots, Sam Browne belt)
• BOX of ammunition
• Clothing, various
• Alternate Ident Card
• Professional grade personal tool set (Electronic & Mechanical)
• Cortex Terminal with Blackbox (personal electronics suite)
• Crate of various baked goods & preserved fruit

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

　　　 Siding with The Alliance was a foregone conclusion, at first. When your home is a core world, and a short term of military service completely pays for your education, you jump at that opportunity. Unfortunately, when you give little mind to a stupid regulation concerning the movement of tech in a Blackout zone and get pinched for espionage, sending you to a penal mining colony in the Halo, little things like “faith in your government” take a backseat. Not to mention the whole debacle with un-terraforming an inhabited planet (Shadow) during the War. Such actions would make one second guess the motivations of a totalitarian regime, regardless of how well they treat their favored citizens.
　　　
History:

Born Crispin Wright of Osiris to a middle class family, our budding anti-hero was raised in the heart of the Central Planets. His family life, while not ideal, was much more stable and privileged than most in the ‘Verse have the opportunity to experience. Crispin had a stunning and curious intellect, one that got him into the best schools on Osiris - an amazing feat in and of itself. Unfortunately, his family didn’t have the monumental resources to fully fund the best education possible.

As it turns out, The Alliance was willing to assist with just this issue, so long as one spends a term of service in the Military. This put off his life plan somewhat, but Crispin couldn’t argue that it was the most expedient method available. He signed his papers and trained to be a pilot. Turns out, he excelled. He ate up knowledge of flying craft, atmospheric and space vessels both. The same predisposition toward tech allowed him to see and feel the abilities and limitations of skybound vehicles. It was simply what he did. He even participated in the first bit of the Unification War, though he doesn’t talk about it much.

School! It paid for school. His brain took in and processed knowledge like a toddler horks back candy, all without the upset stomach and chunk-blowing later. It wasn’t enough to know the theoretical side of it either; Crispin had to get right in there with the practical application of his mechanical and technological knowledges. Most of his free time was spent working with whomever he could, sometimes for free, in fields of structural and civil engineering, ship repair, hardware, and computer programming. Eating up knowledge. Spitting back out stunning technological progress.

Crispin’s life progressed just about as he thought it would after that. Up to a point. On Osiris, they like to know where you are at all times. Certain places, called Blackout Zones, made it difficult for monitoring devices to function. These places are notorious for being the preferred hangouts for criminals and insurgents. Also people who just don’t want to be stared at electronically at all hours. Hypothetically, a man could be found there, speaking with off-world technologists about new and interesting developments. All on the up-and-up, all nice and legal. Except that when you’re in a Blackout Zone with an Independent Engineer, carrying Alliance tech, the authorities get a bit testy.

So testy, in fact, that they hold you on Suspicion of Espionage indefinitely, eventually shipping you off to a Penal Colony mining in the Halo Asteroid Field, all held without formal charges. For over three years. Crispin picked up a series of other skills - survival and painful social skills - during this time. He had no idea what happened to the man with whom he was arrested, and didn’t really care. He knew he was going to die out there, surrounded by black space and cold rock. He grew desperate.

Enter William Harper, a military man who was sent to this place on a three month wristslap, charges being “Conduct Unbecoming an Officer”. The reality of it, from his mouth, was far, far worse. He marked himself as a truly sadistic man whose crimes were covered up by the military, lest they taint his spotless record with anything stronger than Conduct Unbecoming and a reassignment on the other side of the ‘Verse to start over. Crispin saw an opportunity and grabbed it with both hands.

When all was said and done, the Central Files on both men altered. It’s funny what you can accomplish with a head for computers and access to the Alliance Central Mainframe through the prison’s uplink (wasn’t easy). Crispin met with a unfortunate accident. But since he was never there in the first place, it was like he just disappeared. Looking quite different, William left the Halo Prison Colony to continue his life and career piloting for the Alliance. His travel orders had him leaving out of Persephone, acting as Lieutenant and Pilot of the Retribution. Funnily enough, they didn’t seem to mind his little eccentricity, carrying about a massive crescent wrench. Hey, it was his Lucky Wrench, and they were headed toward the Rim. A man needs as much luck as they can get that far from Central.

In truth, William (Liam, to his friends) is looking to exit his situation. He has no love for the Alliance, and feels a little dirty working for the military again. He knows exactly how to play his role, and then some. It is only a matter of time before William Harper finds his opening. That will be a very interesting day.

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Character Quote: “…no sir. On that immediately, sir. Course plotted, we should make atmo in three more hours.”
Theme Song:

Alliance Record:
William Harper: Conduct Unbecoming an Officer (debt paid, reassigned)
Crispin Wright: Suspicion of Espionage (held without formal charge, died in prison)

Anything Else:

Favorite character is Jayne Cobb, though I have a grudging respect for The Operative (from the movie).

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Name: Foy Foi Coiffeur
Aliases: “Fucking Foy!”
Age: 35
Birthday: January 10
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Farraday - Red Sun System
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Barber / Private Contractor

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Height: 6’0”
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None

Personal Style:
Foy dresses in the finest of Western Gentleman duds, at all times. Well fitting, hand-tailored suits fit the norm, along with a bowler hat or not-too-ostentatious stetson. Long sleeved, clean white shirts with sleeve garters are common, as well as a breathtaking selection of western period ties. If weather is inclement or formality warrants it, Foy is a huge fan of long, pinstriped coats with split tails.

　　　Foy sports a meticulously well groomed handlebar moustache with oiled tips. It is a thing which he dotes over, and is most proud of. He is a very clean and tidy man, insisting on being clean shaven and properly scaped at all times. Foy is generally polite, but rarely nice. There is a difference. Speak with him for more than ten minutes and you’ll understand.

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Polite * Sarcastic * Ambitious * Businesslike * Refined * Classist

Sexuality: Hetero-stache-ual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Foy can be seen as quaint, even comical. Maybe he is - until there is a deal to be made for his services. His eloquent speech and manner hide a truly mercenary individual, one who takes most any assignment that crosses his path and promises a payoff. He has scruples, mind you. There are lines he won’t cross, if only for reputation’s sake. The man is quite wealthy, independently so. He takes these contracts for the fun of it. Travel, intrigue, making new business contacts, and to feed a sense of personal pride.

　　　Socially, he is suited to hobnobbing with those of standing, even if the extreme higher-ups view him as something of a hireling. He is a talented merchant and Barber, well known and respected covers all around, but when it comes down to it, Foy is an unassuming Gun-For-Hire, pure and simple. He is adaptable to situations, in a manner of speaking, bottom line being survival. Otherwise, Foy is quite the son-of-a-bitch.

Habits:

• Oiling his moustache
• Poking fun at select locals

Hobbies:

• Grooming

Fears:

• Peladophobia
• Being Humiliated
• Intestinal Distress

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Guns
• Finery
• Moustache Wax
• Warm Blankets
• Wrapped Candies

Dislikes:

• Dirty people
• Losing Money
• Being Wrong
• Associating with the Lower Classes
• Not getting paid
• Monotony

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General Skills:

• Art
• Administration
• Carouse
• Perception
• Stealth
• Athletics
• Recon
• Melee
• Gun Combat

Specialty Skills:

• Melee - Blades
• Melee - Natural
• Athletics - Coordination
• Gun Combat - Slug Pistols
• Gun Combat - Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Fancy Duds (described in “Personal Style”, above)
• Derringer (loaded, quick release holster)
• Derringer (ditto ^)
• Additional bullets (12)
• Oversized Straight Razor
• Basic Barber’s Tools
• Gentleman’s Wallet (Civillian Contractor Ident, scrip, old fashioned business cards, animations of mistresses in various states of undress)
• Fancy filigreed lighter (with moustache inlay)
• Fancy filigreed pocket flask (also with moustache inlay)
• Platinum Pocketwatch (you guessed it ^)

Quarters:

• Impressive Wardrobe
• Scrip/Coin, various, substantial
• Callahan Full-Bore Auto-Lock
• Collection of fine alcohols
• Colt Python (custom)
• Colt Python (custom)
• Gunbelt (108 capacity)
• Crate of ammo
• Cortex Terminal, standard
• Wrapped Candies, by the pound
• Full, Elaborate, and Shiny Barber’s Equipment

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

　　　 Alliance, Independants, whatever. Truly, it is inconsequential. The benefits of good, sound business dealings are what matter in the ‘Verse. It just so happens that The Alliance makes regular deals, and many a time pays up front. Browncoats, eh… Nothing personal, chum. Those people are mostly the poor, dirty kind of folk that don’t have a bankroll adequate to proper lifestyle expenses. The times they do, though... Turns out to be quite the adventure indeed!
　　　
History:

Foy Coiffeur was born in what he considers to be the only civilized part of Farraday in the Red Sun System. His family had already made their money through trade and political forays, giving him a head start in life as compared to most in the System. The family’s ancestral trade was to raise generations of Gentleman Barbers, a thing still taught out of tradition, lest they have to again work for a living. What he did with it later, though, was an act of mercantile brilliance. But before this, there was The Rise of Foy:

As a youth, Foy wanted to stake it out on his own. He joined the local constabulary, taking basic training there, but no one took him too seriously on account of his foppish, dandy background. So he joined the Alliance Military. His parents were fearful for his life, what with the whole “Unification War” thing happening elsewhere in the ‘Verse, and used their considerable monetary influence to get him a commission as an officer. Foy knew it was favoritism, but didn’t care. It was his rightful standing to wear a peaked cap and order people from the safety of a large ship or core world. And the training he received: much better experience than tracking rustlers or settling drunks back home. He might have a Western Aristocrat appearance, but he was a competent Agent and talented combatant.

When things got too monotonous, he Foy decided not to re-op his commission, leaving as a young officer with a trifle of a retirement package (for him, anyway). He returned to his native Farraday to take over the family business. Using his new contacts from his time in the military, Foy branched out the business into marketing and production of grooming/hygiene products, many with his face plastered on the label. The seat of the family business, “The Moustachery”, grew.

But this too became monotonous. Asking around for a while, he began taking the odd contract that utilized his skills as an Agent, Constable, and Connected Man of Society. Even used his family background as cover for his more illicit activities. Sometimes, his old bosses in The Alliance would hire him to act on their behalf, either as a tracker, a hired gun, or someone to keep tabs on questionable personnel. His sense of style doesn’t hurt, either.

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Character Quote: “Isn’t THAT a fine How-Do-You-Do?”
Theme Song:

Alliance Record:
Clear Record (expunged due to services rendered)

Anything Else:

Favorite character is Jayne Cobb, though I have a grudging respect for The Operative (from the movie).

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Name: Jahosafat Wells Moreau
Aliases: Jumping Jahosafat, Jo, Commander, Dr. Moreau
Age: 38
Birthday: November 12
Ethnicity: African
Birth Planet: Farraday
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Research

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Athletics
Eyes: Chocolate
Hair: Ebony - with a touch of silver
Skin Tone: Sienna with cool undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Nothing is too good for enigmatic Doctor Moreau when it comes to his wardrobe. Some may say he dresses like a high class dandy but it doesn't phase him. Tailored suits, fitted satin vests, cuff-links, and more are just the start. It doesn't matter the job he is doing the man dresses to the nines at all times.

He keeps his hair cropped short and clean lines at all times but his facial hair can vary depending on the day. Clean shaven or five day shadow, doesn't matter to him. It is just whatever feels best at the time. (Currently he is sporting a No-So-Tight-Boxed) Studs or small loops are usually worn in his ears; nothing ostentatious but classy. Shoes are always shinned to a high gloss. (That even means rubber trim, he wants to look sharp) If his clothing gets damaged he won't be happy but that's why he carries back up outfits. One can never be too careful.

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Charming * Sarcastic * Fun-Loving * Classist * Vivacious * Arrogant

Sexuality: Metrosexual
Relationship Status: No strings attached
Personality: A man of class and refinement served with a double shot of brashness is probably the easiest way to describe Jahosafat. A charming man with a love for life and enjoying himself, even at the expense of others. He isn't cruel but he is a classist and believes that one should be with their own kind. (At least refinement wise.) Perhaps not as judgemental as some but he can look down his nose at those he feels are beneath him. His arrogance and sarcasm only add to this air that hovers around him but a quick wit can usually put people at ease.

When it comes to work, he takes far too much enjoyment in some aspects of it. Driven and focused to the task at hand, his mind is constantly working to figure things out. A perfectionist on all levels, this can leave him a bit short tempered at times, which can be seen in his mannerisms and heard in his words. Yet he is as quick to calm down as he is to anger and once a situation is over, he is done with it. Always looking forward to what is next.

Habits:

• Over animated looks/expressions
• Bobbing his head

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping

Fears:

• Ophidiophobia - Slithering mutha fuckers, just ain't right
• Arachnophobia - Creepy crawling ingrates
• Loss of Status

Likes:

• Dancing
• Singing/Rapping
• Looking all that and then some
• Joking around
• His job
• People

Dislikes:

• Untouchables
• Shoes getting dirty
• Clothing getting messed up
• People who get in the way of his work
• His scars
• Hat getting dented

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General Skills:

• Life Sciences
• Social Sciences
• Athletics
• Carouse
• Melee
• Gun Combat
• Investigate
• Medical
• Physical Sciences

Specialty Skills:

• Bio (Life Sciences)
• Genetics (Life Sciences)
• Chemistry (Physical Sciences)
• Psych (Social Sciences)
• Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clothing - Black tailored suit with oyster buttons, satin silver vest, black and white silken tie, gold cuff-links with his initials on them, black snake skin cowboy boots (Shiny), Ebony John Bull Top Hat
• Jewelry - Pocket Watch, small gold loop earrings, gold snake rope chain (thin)
• Wallet - ID, pictures of home, credits, credentials, key, tinted non-prescription glasses
• Medical Bag
• Various Research Files (In Bag)
• Scalpel Set (In Bag)
• Personal Music Player
• Ruger Mark II 22/45
• Ruger Mark II 22/45
• Belt with double quick draw hip holsters
• Gift From An Old Friend

Quarters:

• Extensive Wardrobe
• Larger Shoe Collection
• Even Larger Hat Collection
• Jewelry - Earrings, cuff-links, necklaces, pocket watches, etc
• Psychology Books
• Medical Journals
• Rest Of His Research Files (In hope chest)
• Extra Ammo
• Locked Hope Chest
• Crate of fresh fruit
• Tin of wrapped candies

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: I was born to wealth and privilege, a class bred like Thoroughbred Horses, why would I ever leave? With the Alliance I am able to maintain the type of life that I am accustomed to without having to fret about the untouchables and mingling is on my turf. Sure, slumming it can be an enjoyable experience but it isn't where one wishes to hang their hat at the end of the day, especially not one that cost more than the slum itself.

History: Jahosafat was born to a wealthy medical family on the moon of Farraday and given everything a child could imagine. While he needed nothing, he wanted everything and his parents gave into every whim and desire; much to his enjoyment. Yet much was expected of him as well. Parentals that instilled that the harder he played the harder he had to work. So he did and excelled in his studies, no prodigy but willing to put in the time and effort to feed his inquisitive mind.

As he grew up, the future Dr. Moreau had few friends though. A life outside of the core for the elite left few to rub elbows with that would understand the hardships that came with wealth and status. Yet, there was one. A young man a few years his junior and one that seemed to share the same love of the finer things in life that Jahosafat did, Fucking Foy. The two, while learning their own trades, caused plenty of havoc during their junior years. Though life being stuck outside of the core was not what DM wanted and he quickly joined the Alliance Military; because of family connections he was quickly moved through the ranks.

Jahosafat though did not crave the ways of a death dealer as much as his friend and went with what he was good with. Medical personnel, but between his classist nature and constant flirting with patients it was decided to transfer him from Medical to Research. The lack of oaths to follow and freedom allowed was everything he could have asked for. Developing everything from Bioweapons to new Vaccines for terraformed planets and moons; each of which had their own issues.

He served long enough to climb to the rank of Commander before retiring and taking on a private contract with a Research Facility on Persephone. The perfect place for him to work and party; to which he has done much of both over the years. The Company has been trying to get him to get his hands dirty by taking on a contract with the Alliance to work on research concerning Reavers. Something he has turned down the last three years. That was until he received word from his dear mother that an old friend was working on a ship docked for repairs on the planet. A few calls and his bags were packed. Time to say hello.

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Character Quote:

• The Difference between you and me is I make this look good.
• Never drum on a white lady's boobies at a big redneck dance.
• This definitely rates a 9.0 on my weird shit O-Meter.

Theme Song:

Alliance Record: Records don't exist for those that reveal their truths.
Anything Else:

• The Fallen Seraphim
• Dr. Mathias for this character
• Was given his nickname Jumping Jahosafat because of the way he jumped high while excited when he was younger.

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Name: Henry Williams
Aliases: Gunny, Sarge, Williams
Age: 35
Birthday: August 12th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Londinium
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Alliance Gunnery Sargent


Height: 5'11"
Weight: 200lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Pale whote
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoo of a sleeping Bear on right shoulder.
Personal Style: First and foremost, he is a soldier. Like all he good soldiers, he keeps his uniform clean, tidy and makes sure he has everything on properly. His boots and buttons are polished so well that you can actually seen your own reflection in them.

That changes when he goes off duty however, where he become incredibly laid back and carefree. He swaps out his military uniform for normal everday clothes. His off duty clothing is usually a mismatch of clothing he found while on leave, usually covered in a few patched where holes appereared.

Calm * Patient * Obediant * Eager * Laid Back * Aggressive

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Williams has two personalities, the soldier and the civilian. When on duty, he is your typical soldier. Stone faced, cold hearted and obedient of any order he is given. You could order him to shoot and old woman point blank in the face and he would do it.

When he gets off duty, he tends to be relaxed and at ease with everything and everyone. He jokes around with fellow crew, laughs and is very sociable. In his off hours he is even known to knit and sew things back together on his clothing. No matter what though, he is extremely protective of his crew and gets aggresive towards any threats.
Habits:

• Cracking his neck and knuckles.
• Pacing back and forth.

Hobbies:

• Knitting/sewing

Fears:

• The shit he sees in his dreams.
• All forms of bugs and insects.
• Being stranded in space or on a planet.

Likes:

• Bad jokes.
• Puns.
• Knitting and sewing.
• Scars.
• His job.
• Tattos.

Dislikes:

• Bad Soldiers.
• Bad Officers.
• Disorganised Uniforms.
• Arrogant pissants.
• Reavers.
• Smoking.

General Skills:

• Discipline.
• Gun Combat.
• Gunner.
• Melee.
• Perception.
• Athletics.
• Explosives.
• Battle Dress/Armour.
• Heavy Weapons.

Specialty Skills:

• Turret. (Gunner)
• Slug Pistol. (Gun Combat)
• Slug Rifle. (Gun Combat)
• Martial Art. (Melee)
• Blade. (Melee)

What Is On Your Person:

• Clean and tidy unifrom.
• Combat Knife.
• ID card.
• FN Five-seven Pistol.
• Hip holster.
• Black combat boots.
• Commlink.
• P298 Pistol. (Backup weapon)
• Ankle Holster.
• Handkerchief.

Quarters:

• Ammo.
• Sewing kit.
• Knitting sticks.
• Balls of yarn.
• M4 Assault Rifle.
• Comabt manual.
• Knitting books.
• Private photo collection.
• Boot and button polish.
• Pile of clothing scrap.
• Personal terminal.

The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: He was born on a core world, so he was pretty much raised on Alliance propaganda and was told war stories by a few of the veterans who lived nearby. Plus he joined the Alliance to mainly travel and see other planets, and to get away from home and find a purpose in life.
History: His early life is pretty much as average as it gets. Born into a conservative middle class family, an older brother and two younger sisters made him the middle child. As he got older and entered puberty, he noticed more and more that he liked the company of men over women. When he was 16 he told his family that he came out to his family. They pretty much rejected him, and so he left home and lived with friends. When he turned 18 he went and joined the Alliance.

As he was going through training, he found that he liked life as a soldier. There was structure, order and nobody seemed to care about a persons personal matters, so long as they did their job they were seen in a good light. After training, he and his unit mostly went on patrols of settlements on the Outer Rim, keeping the population in order and basically doing guard work. Then he saw his first taste of combat when the Outer Rim rebelled for the first time. He saw friend and foe alike, took lives and saved a couple. The things he saw and did still give him nightmares.

After the war was over, he decided that despite what he had seen and done, he would stay in the Alliance and serve. After a few years he was given a promotion and transfer to a new unit. He was given training as a turret gunner for a patrol ship and mostly saw no action. He was only recently transferred to The Retribution, but had heard stories of Quinn and the things that happened during the war.


Character Quote: "The victory decides who is good and who is evil."
Theme Song: Too Old To Die Young-Brother Dege.
Alliance Record: His record is clean as a whistle.
Anything Else: He's a big animal lover.
My favourite main character would have to be Mal. Though I do like the Badger character.

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