In the year 2030 the lonely isolate planet of Earth sent its first brave men and women to Mars. 30 years later, the United Nations sent another crew to the Red Planet to start colonizing... This was the birth of human space travel. It took them another hundred years to travel farther, and eventually in the year 2338 Earth finally found the secret for galactic travel. So Earth embarked on the greatest expedition it has ever devised. Their search for Extra-Terrestrial life didn't take long, as they were soon contacted. The Human race soon encountered an organization called the Galactic Committee. The Committee consisted of different species from different planets that served under their set of laws to keep peace within the Galaxy. It didn't take long for humans to add their influence, as they had the first Human diplomat inducted into the Committee only 20 years later.
120 years after the humans joined the Committee there have been much more treaties, agreements, and prosperity. Humans now have allies, and have been exchanging technology, it was the Human's Golden Age. But, like every civilization, there is not total peace and order. There are some alien races that have not accepted the Committee's treaties and keep to themselves, other races have become intergalactic pirates. Planets and species will have their civil wars, diplomats will disagree, and crime is everywhere, like every colony.
At this time there was also a dropped rate in stellar exploration. The idea of going out into the unknown, charting and exploring new territories and recording them was exciting for the young and curious. When more and more expedition teams started disappearing, that idea quickly died out. The farther out Explorers went from the known galaxy, the darker and deadlier it became in any direction. The harsh reality was that even though this was a Golden Age, there was always crime and corruption.
The amount of volunteers to go out and explore plummeted. In desperation the Galactic Committee formed a new law: Any criminal found guilty could be charged of their crime... Or, they could sign up to be in the Expedition Force for the Galactic Committee. Many of the criminals who signed up to explore the galaxy died within weeks by either attempted mutiny, pirate raids, or other complications... But there is one team lead by a notorious criminal that has survived much longer than anyone ever has, and has been known to defuse galactic tension.
They are called The Marauders. The crew is mostly composed of criminals, but some of the Galaxy's best have joined the infamous group to help better the galaxy, or for the thrill of adventure. Many crew members have come and gone (mostly by death), but the commander and captain of the Marauder's has survived through everything the Marauders have gone against.
The Golden Age is going strong, and mostly due to the work of the Marauders. Do you have what it takes to become a member?
LORE:
Captain -Raymond Chase [Jones Sparrow]
Pilot -
Doctor -Luirae Driani [Akayaofthemoon] -Nathan Buchanan (Assistant) [Avanhelsing]
Other -Jolenar (Xreene Observer) [Ollumhammersong]
The Monroe is a Third Generation Assault-Class Stellar Expedition Vessel. Although it is large, the Monroe is able to maneuver and attack during hostile engagement. It has a state of the art medical bay, research facility, scanners, an AI co-pilot that helps run and maintain the ship, and many more features. The Monroe is also equipped with a docking bay, where the crew can store valuables, and their own assault-class fighter vessels. The Monroe has survived longer than expected due to Captain Raymond Chase and his crew members for over three years of service.
The Monroe is equipped with a state of the art medical bay run by Doctor Luirae Driani. Critical life sustaining beds, full body scanner that detects any health problem, a collection of almost every known poison, antidote, and medicine in the known galaxy, as well as a universal operating table meant for every known species, as well as a very large set of tools and equipment.
Connected to the Medical Bay is a highly advanced genetics lab run by Dr. Nathan Buchanan. For three years the Marauders have been the top exploration crew in the galaxy, finding new life, and biological materials. With the lab they can diagnose and research anything they come across in their work, finding new cures to diseases, creating life, and many other experiments.
Although the Monroe isn't the latest version of Exploration Vessels, the Bridge is fully functional with pristine equipment. Blast resistant windows are in the front, with a deplorable holographic map of the known galaxy in the center. Along the sides are the ships scanners, reading levels, radar, hyperdrive console, and near the front is the manual ship controls. The AI Tango takes physical form in the bridge.
Ladders are near the front of the bridge, where you can go down to operate defense turrets, and each side has a docking bay door for evacuation, or to connect smaller ships to enter the Monroe.
Makobi's main areas of operation on board the Monroe:
"Alright lemme give everyone a quick tour!"
"So the hangar bay where all ships are stored is the first thing you see when you enter from the rear docking gate. You see the striped floor from the bottom of the picture going to your right, and then swinging left to a lower section? That takes you to the cargo hold.."
"This is where all outbound and incoming shipments are stowed. Not much goes on here, apart from moving a bunch of containers around, but I like to use the space for an occasional pow wow with the crew."
The Galactic Committee was founded five thousand years ago when The First Contact War ended between the two eldest alien races, the Tu'Veeri and the Yhei. The Committee is run by five of the most abundant species in the known galaxy: The Tu'Veeri, Yhei, The Fogei, the Furtim, and Humans. Hundreds of different species of aliens are under Committee rule, and all have a part in the organization. Their goal is to keep the known galaxy safe from intergalactic trouble on each space colony, enforcing treaty laws, and to expand further into the Golden Age of space travel. The home base for the Galactic Committee is a large space hub named the Spire, an impressive, large stationary piece of work created by the Yhei five thousand years ago. Stores, houses, shipping and trade, courthouses, jails, it has everything and anything.
The first race to discover space travel over 5000 years ago. Their first contact with an alien species was with the second eldest species, the Yhei. Their race is known for their nobility, intense military training, and their ability to be very literal. The humans often refer to them as galactic knights.
Their race is slightly humanoid, and bipedal. They are almost always ginormous, with muscular frames, and a stiff composure. The males have lighter pigmented skin than the females. The Tu'Veeri are typically never shorter than 5'9". They have strong jaws, long dark hair (the color varies, but usually it is many colors except blonde), and their eyes constantly change color. Some Tu'Veeri have been known to be born with four arms due to ancestral lineage.
They reproduce with one mate for life, and due to their noble nature never cheat or divorce. Children are given a sheltered but very strict life until they are old enough to learn to fight, using their childhood to learn nobility and rules and the rest to master the art of war.
Although they are noble and considered the wisest, they did not get along with the Yhei. To them, they were advanced in their technology, but never found the need for space travel. They took each other as threats, both thinking they were supreme. For three centuries a war raged on, until ultimately the Tu'Veeri won. They both created a treaty to become allies, and thus, the Galactic Committee was formed. The Head Council member has almost always been Tu'Veeri. Although it has been a very long time since the First Contact War, the Tu'Veeri and Yhei still have differences and hold bitterness at certain times.
Their home planet of Noi is located closer to the center of the Milky Way Galaxy. Their planet, like Earth, is the only planet that had life until they started to branch out. Filled with rolling hills and elegant sunsets, their technology is state of the art, with castle-like buildings, and bustling utopias. Being with noble nature they have limited building on their planet to give it a natural look and to honor their heritage. The children go out to learn to fight in the rolling hills and vast mountain ranges. Their greatest source of water is one giant ocean, the Tu'Veeri can filter any water no matter how contaminated.
The Yhei have always been the most technologically advanced. They were so focused in their own world and creations, that they found the need to leave their home planet least priority. When the Tu'Veeri appeared, though, they took them as a threat. Pirates that wanted their treasures and advancements.
While the Tu'Veeri were focused on the noble art of war, The Yhei constantly fought their wars with tricks and guerrilla warfare. They hold on for quite a while, but the force and skill of their enemies was too much, and the fighting turned pointless. The Yhei soon surrendered. They agreed on the surprisingly reasonable terms of the Tu'Veeri, but always held a bitterness towards them. The Yhei were in charge of creating the home station of the Galactic Committee on an isolated planet in between the Yhei and Tu'Veeri's homeworlds. It was the largest biologically made structure in the galaxy, and welcomed any species willing to cooperate.
The Yhei are lightweight, and to humans look like a mix of a human and frog. They are born with six fingers on each hand, very skinny arms, an large heads. They also have two alligator-type eyes, and all have grins to make anyone uneasy. Their skin tone varies from each individual, but there is always a small tinge of orange pigment.
Although they are one of the founders of the Committee, they spend most of their times as inventors, scavengers, and researchers. They take pride in their work, and usually think little of the intelligence of other races, so they mostly dwell in the lower levels of the Committee hub, in hospitals, or on their homeworld.
Their Homeworld is located only 3 lightyears away from the Tu'Veeri, thus making it easy for them to be the first contacted. The Planet Muck is filled with large swamps, and acidic rain. To make up for it, the Yhei have built mighty cities above world that is extremely durable, and have most of their biggest cities underwater for protection. Only rarely do the Yhei get outsiders to travel to their planet. Mostly everything on their planet is steam powered due to the abundance of water.
The Forgei got their spot on the Galactic Committee due to their large abundance of wealth. Most (but not all) of this race are familiar with precious materials all over the world. They are a civilization of collectors. They rarely fight physically due to their short nature (their normal height is around 5'6"). To humans the Forgei look like lemurs, with only three toes on each of their very large feet. Their fur is lightly blue and be as dark as purple, their four yellow eyes are their most dominant feature on their face, and the strongest limb they have is their tails.
When they were first found by the Committee three thousand years ago, they were quick to try and ally with the organization. They were obviously the wealthiest. Their home planet has a very large abundance of the rarest material in the galaxy: Light Stone. A rock that's so enriched with elements, characteristics and reactions that it radiates a warm yellow glow. It is the secret to intergalactic travel, and used for many new weapons that the Forgei have now produced.
The Forgei serve as the Committee's funding party, and rarely have any of their kind in the Committee's military. Instead they keep to politics, having most of them running smaller levels of the Committee. Although they do not fight, they have a very strong voice and say on what goes on in the galaxy due to their wealth, and currently do not think that stellar exploration is a good idea.
The Forgei are from a planet known as Losc, a planet heavily filled with rainforests and jungles. Everything on the planet is so rich in elements that it looks almost as if the planet itself was alive. The Forgei are very protective of their riches, and rarely let visitors travel to their planet.
The Furtim were the hardest to locate, and quite possibly the most mysterious. They appeared to the Committee three thousand years ago, but have claimed to be watching them for quite some time.
Although extremely polite and very literal, the Furtim have the ability of natural camouflage. The Furtim never blink, their giant dark eyes giving them an owl-like head movement, twitching and turning towards any sudden noises. The Furtim don't have noses, only two slits where it would be, they are around 6 feet tall, the women are only a couple inches shorter. The most noticeable trait is their scales. Their scales are constantly moving, soft to the touch, yet very very strong, and have no definite color. For the most part they are normally a dark gray, but are known to change color depending on the Furtim's mood. The scales give them the ability of natural camouflage, being able to turn almost completely invisible. Although humanoid, they resemble lizards to Humans.
Before they made contact with the Committee they would often live in secrecy, observing, calculating. They are incredibly religious and have high sense or moral codes due to it... but that doesn't mean they are peaceful. They are known for being quiet assassins for hire, although they don't accept just money as payment. They must be called by a ritual, and you must have a justifiable cause for your target to die.
Because of their literate nature they are often confused as being cold, unforgiving, and cruel, but in reality they are sympathetic to anyone who shows their emotions, and once you have their loyalty and trust, they will never betray you.
Their home planet is mostly dense forests, and large glistening lakes. Many would debate that the Furtim homeworld, Nox, is the most beautiful in the known galaxy. The world is still, nature is the most significant feature, and the Furtim usually live within the trees in elegant, yet simple, houses, and have countless beautiful shrines to their gods.
Nothing is just set in black and white. Not everyone who came across the Galactic Committee joined up and agreed with their laws... When you create an organization with a military and purpose, there will always be someone that goes against you. In the early years of the Committee when it was just the Tu'Veeri and Yhei they stumbled upon a race that they described as pure evil.
Although this race is the biggest threat to the Galactic Committee, they haven't been seen for four thousand years. The historical records state that the very first stellar exploration group found their home planet. Many species have a name for this world, but it roughly translates to the same thing through all languages: "Hell."
The exploration ship eventually made it back to the Spire, but inside the ship held the aftermath and the new species' reply. The halls were painted red, no bodies were ever found, and only one message was written in the blood: Death
That proved two things to the Committee: Not everyone was working towards peace, and they were intelligent, and deadly. The Committee soon went to war. Their cargo ships were intercepted, colonies would be attacked, and many encounters occurred with this race. In defiance of the this evil enemy, they never called them by their own name, but instead called them The Dread. The Dread quite enjoyed that name.
They were locked in what seemed to be an eternal war, but the Committee had more firepower, and more funding... And one day, the Dread vanished without a trace. No one knows where they went, or why they went, but the constant fear of them coming back made the Tu'Veeri and Yhei paranoid. They set up secret plans for when that day would come, but after four thousand years they still haven't been seen. They have now become a legend. Myths that parents tell kids to get them to do something. There are stories about meeting The Dread right before you die... Most people try to hide their fear with these stories, but the Tu'Veeri and Yhei rarely talk about them, and there have been occasional reports of people seeing the species every once in a while.
Because of the time span, and the legends, no one knows that the Dread look like anymore. Some describe them as blood red dragon skin with sinister horns coming out of their body, others say they are so pale white they are almost translucent, and can kill you with just a glance from their menacing pitch black eyes. Most of the Committee is afraid of traveling too far out in the galaxy in fear that they will run in to the Dread again.
RULES:
1) Although I classified the five major species in the Galaxy, you don't have to be those five! You can make your own race of alien, you just have to run it by me before! And don't make it a "god race" where it is perfect and nothing can harm/kill it!
2) This RP is going to really be story driven! So please no simple sentences for posts! I prefer quality over quantity, but "He went into the room" is not a good way to keep the story going!
3) Don't be mean to each other! Respect is important here! So if you have a problem with someone, either talk it out in a PM or let me or the Co-GM's know so they can handle it as well!
4) This will have a ton of different elements in it! Romance, action, humor, adventure, drama, and more! So this isn't for the young kiddos out there! haha
5)Everyone will have a role on the team, but there can be co-[insert role here] if you talk to the original role taker haha
6) If you have any questions regarding the RP me and the Co-GM's are more than willing to help out in any way!
7) if you are going to be gone for a certain amount of time, please tell us before hand! Also little status updates are helpful too! It shows us who is still interested and wants to keep moving on, or of something got in the way of you posting!
8) Until we know how many people are going to be in this RP, please limit yourself to one character Unless you talk to me or the Co-GM
CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: AKA: optional Age: Race: Human, Tu'Veeri, Yhei, etc. can make up your own Appearance: Faction: Marauder, Criminal, Bounty Hunter, Committee member/soldier, etc. Role in Team?: Marauder only. Examples are Doctor, Mechanic, Pilot, Guns expert, etc. Bio: Doesnt have to be long. Personality: Weapon(s) : optional Star-fighter?: The Monroe is large enough to hold one-person fighter ships known as Star-Fighters, to anyone experienced enough to fly in combat. This is OPTIONAL, but if you would like to add one, insert an image, or description of what it looks like! On a side note, if your role on the team wouldn't really need one, you probably won't use it haha Family/Relationship?: Optional Other:
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Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 26
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, a jack of all trades but, but is usually the play maker and an excellent fighter pilot
Bio:
Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.
I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce a 5 foot long electrical whip.
One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong, and complicated relationship with the Crew's Doctor, Luirae Driani. She's the only one who knows about his past. His sister has refused to talk to him since he was arrested, and no one knows whether his real father is alive or dead.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake
Name: Tahillie Junta (Pronunciation of Name TA-Hee-Lee JUNE-ta)
AKA: Talley, June
Age: 32
Race: Furtim
Appearance:
Tahillie may stand a few inches taller than the rest of his brethren species, making him stand at Six feet and three inches tall and weighing at 179 LBS. With dark smooth scales covering his entire being, Tahillie can be seen wearing light clothing. The colouring of the clothing consists of cotton Slate blue vest, Burnt grey slacks, Eggshell white shirt that can be seen underneath the vest, and midnight blue shoes. With wide, but feline like yellow eyes, are hidden behind a metallic silver visor. With all that, a faint code bar can be seen on the left lower bicep, depicting that he was once a fighter slave.
When Tahillie was rather young, no older than two years of age, his mother had taken him away from their home world, not wanting him to be a hired hand. Tahillie did not know why at the time, but shrugged it off as any other thing that his mother would do. That was til their little ship was raided. His mother, to Tahillie at the time, thought that she was going to play hide and seek with him, after that she told him to hide and that she'll come looking for him. She never found him, nor he never saw her alive. Shortly after the loud commotions stopped, and being as brave as he can, Tahillie mustered all of his strength to wonder out of the cubby hole in the cockpit of their little transporter. To his surprise, he found his mother laying in a pool of dark liquid, though he thought that she was simply sleeping. He kept telling her to wake up, that she won the game, but she never responded. He was caught shortly after he was found poking at his mother. The Pirates that had boarded their little transporter, had an idea forming in the back of his head; sell the little Furtim off in the black market. After being sold off in an action, Tahillie shortly became a fighter of sorts, fighting for his life against other extraterrestrial beings in Underground Fights. He was praised by his first Master, enjoying the praises that he also had gotten from his mother before she was killed. He enjoyed the way that his fists made another's skull crack open, or how the sound of bones breaking made him shiver with delight, he enjoyed all the praises that his Master had given him. Six years after he was bought, he fought everything that was thrown at him. Even of the same race. It was eight years later he regime as the underground fights champion, it was later that the Committee Soldiers had taken down the Underground Fights that have been happening on the outer most rimmed galaxies. He was taken into the Committee's care. He turned hostile towards the Soldiers that had taken everything from him, even if he was bought as an Underground Fighter. He lost his hatred after being in isolation for six months with nothing but a hologram for entertainment. Sure, the soldiers came to bring him food, trying to get the mentality of being a slave out of his system, and left whenever they felt they've failed to do any of the above. And failed again and again they did. Roughly two and a half years after he came out of Isolation, he had found another interest for hacking into the Committee's data bank, but only stopped when the soldiers had caught and scolded him for doing the wrong thing. He did enjoy the thrill of hacking into others personal information, along finding out other things during the two and a half years. His skill in hacking and was noticed by the higher ups, and he was then later trained to hack into other operative data banks, this considered with the Black markets, slave auctions, and other criminal syndicate that we're almost hidden well from the Committee's eyes. Four years after his training, thus close to the age of twenty three, Tahillie was praised for another Black Market findings in another sector of the Galaxy, giving his higher up (his best friend) the wear abouts of the Black Market. When his Mentor had ventured off to stop this black market, Tahillie had found out that the soldier (the mentor) was murdered by one of the Auctioneers, who was also the same being that had bought him when he was only two years of age. While rage build up in the back of his mind, Tahillie became quickly aware that he was being watched by the other soldiers, the trainees, and by the higher ranks. He was cold towards them, not their fault to be exact, but he was not the most friendliest of being to be around. Roughly searching for the one that killed his Mentor, Tahillie gave up on being a Soldier for the Committee, he needed the freedom to search for the Auctioneer, to find and end the poor saps life. He left the Committee while he was Twenty Nine years of age. Four years after his training, and a little under a decade as a Committee Specialist under his belt, he gave his letter of Leave, he volunteered himself for the expeditions to the Unknown, this was a way for himself to find the one that killed his Mentor. However, even to this day, Tahillie is still estranged to the crew, seemingly to ignore and cold to most of the crew.
Personality: While being cold himself, Tahillie Junta is a standoffish type of being, with this said, he may seem to ignore one that is speaking to him, unless it is a meeting or someone that he feels comfortable with. This is due to the time that he spent almost three years in isolation. Along with a cold demure, he will walk by someone without the proper greeting, unless it is the Captain. He may seem shy and unsettling, however, he will be brutally honest about his own personal feelings. He maybe brash at some points, growl at those that get into his personal space, will lash and bite those who do impose on invading his privacy. However, whenever he consumes any type of Alcohol, considering that he has a little to no tolerance for the stuff, he is the complete opposite of his every day life.
Weapon(s): Two plasma knife hilts can be seen sitting on his left hip, a simple energy pistol can be seen sitting on the other hip.
Family/Relationship?: There is one of the crew members that he's fond of, but will not show it. He is still estranged to crew, new an old.
Other: Tahillie usually hides in his little room that is usually messy with holographic parts, cables, or things that may seem like junk that litter any space available. He will also be seen sitting in his chair with the silver visor over his head and fully dived into Cyberspace. He's also an insomniac, very little sleep is needed for what he does.
Name: Dr. Nathan Buchanan AKA: Nate, Doc, Victor(Back on Earth) Age: 25 Race: Human Appearance:
Faction: Marauder Role in Team:Genetic researcher/ Assistant Doctor, ~He got his doctorate from Cambridge in Genetic Studies but he can still patch someone up should need be. He also likes to go on trips with the crew. Bio:
Nathan Buchanan was born to a rich family in New York City. They had made a good chunk of change through intergalactic trade. The Buchanan's made their fortune trading in a few different avenues. Many of them were far from legal but no one ever seemed to care. The Buchanan's were old money and that meant old friends and old friends always looked away from illegal activities. The whole family had been taught that being rich meant that you could get away with anything.
Ever since he was young, Nate loved scientific pursuits. He always loved doing little experiments. Since his parents were always distant at best, Nate was raised by the family servants. Their influence taught him to be kind to everyone and taught him to be self sufficient. He learned how to cook and he still loves to cook. He excelled in school and was always the top of his class when it came to academic pursuits. He enjoyed being the best and tried to appear that he did not care for anyone else. In his senior year, he met a very important friend. Claud Yang was not exactly the brightest guy in the world but he did have a skill to keep Nate from doing anything too insane. The two of them became quite a pair and were nearly inseparable. Claud could charm anyone into buying a bridge. Nate used his family's influence and wealth to continue his studies of genetics.
When they graduated, the pair were both accepted in the Genetics Program at Cambridge. It had the best program on the planet so of course they had to go. As soon as they arrived, they gained a bit of a reputation. The rumors were that they were up to something wicked in the abandoned building that they called home. The rumor gained them both nicknames. Nate was called Victor and Claud was called Igor. As usual the two ignored it. Nate wanted to create usable hybrids for the Earth governments. He wanted to design new animals or animals that no one had ever seen. His plan was to design living weapons for the the army. Mother nature was quite good at living weapons. His first creation was a larger version of the Alpheidae shrimp (pistol shrimp). It didn't work since there was no real use for it outside of the water. The American Navy bought the creature to protect what navy bases they still had. His next project was to make a slime mold that could be used to catch criminals. It was simple but effective. It was nothing flashy but Buchanan & Yang Laboratories finally had a bit of fame under it's belt.
One night a few years later, Nate decided he wanted to make a human hybrid even though it was illegal. He needed a project to get the fame he so desperately desired. Like most of his family, he thought the rules did not apply. Something went wrong and there was an explosion in the lab that killed Claud. Nate was arrested for murder and his crimes against nature. He was given an option of either going to jail for life or joining one of the criminal crews. He chose the second option and has been with the Marauders for almost two years now. He loves his new family and all the freedom he has finally gained.
Personality: For a scion of a wealthy Earth family, Nate is quite kind. He enjoys helping people even if his methods are far from normal. If there is an issue with repairs, Nate will try to make some sort of creature to try and help. He loves all kinds of critters and loves to learn about anything even if there is no chance he can do it. His favorite type of critter, as he calls his creations, are the ones that do not seem to have any use. He has a bird he created and named Homer that he keeps around the lab just cause he likes how he looks. He is always looking for some new creature to use for a critter. His lab is a messy wreck filled with papers and holding tanks with all manner of things. He usually sleeps near his lab. Weapon(s) : An energy pistol that he barely knows how to use. He definitely needs someone to help him use his pistol. Star-fighter?: Not a chance. He is deathly afraid of flying himself anywhere. The Monroe is good enough for him. Family/Relationship?: His family disowned him after he was arrested. He tries to be friendly with everyone on the ship. Other: He loves to go on away missions since there is a chance for new animals to add to his menagerie of critters. He only sleeps about five hours a night.
Name: Cassandra O'Hare AKA: Cassie, Cas Age: 24 Race: Human Appearance: Cassie stands at 5 foot 9 and has a fit physique. Her hair is full and is a dark brown, it is often left unstraightened and therefore curls at the ends. Her features are what you'd typically expect of a latino, although she retains some of the more 'white' features of her mixed heritage. Generally her features are big, with a slightly wide nose, plump lips and big hazel eyes. However, her high cheekbones reign in these features into order. Her body is littered with small scars here and there. She has but 3 on her face. The least noticeable being the tiny line on her forehead, followed by the diagonal scar parting the freckles on her nose and finally the small crescent moon just under her eye. While she regularly wears gloves, her hands have scars over the palms and forehands with a few tracing up onto her forearm. Her left ear is pierced in three places, and she can often be seen wearing her regular three black earrings. Faction: Marauder, Criminal, Former Bounty Hunter Role in Team?: Assault/Defense Bio: Cassie was born on a martian mining prison colony. Her mother, imprisoned for robbery, met Cassie's father, imprisoned for murder while mining a quarry. The two were practically inseparable after meeting, becoming a pseudo Bonnie and Clyde. It only took a year for Cassie's mother to become pregnant. They knew what would happen to their child if she was born in the mine, she'd be taken away and put in the awful orphanage system the planet had. They couldn't let that happen, and hatched an escape plan with the help of several notorious heisters within the mine.
They planned for months on end, scrimping and saving to buy and steal whatever resources they could muster. It was only a month or so before Cassie was due to be born when they escaped. They blew a hole in the wall of the sleeping quarters using some mining dynamite, stole a transport ship and set out on a dangerous chase across Mars until they finally lost the police and managed to lay low for a few months.
Within this time Cassie was born, and the pair did their best to raise her in a 'normal' environment. But of course, things couldn't last this way for long. The police finally tracked them down after Cassie had just turned 3 and her father was subsequently shot in the ensuing shootout while she and her mother escaped.
Cassie was raised solely by her mother. Forced back into the life of a criminal, Cassie was brought up on the ideals of stealing, treachery and thievery being her way of life. She was taught how to handle a gun by the age of 7, and was well on her way to learning knife play before the police, again, caught up with the two. Her mother was arrested and Cassie was not sent to the orphanage. Instead, she was enrolled in a secret training program for the next generation of soldiers for defense against the other members of the committee in case they ever betrayed the humans.
She stepped foot on Earth for the first time, meeting real earthlings and learning about the world her ancestors helped build. This time was cut relatively short though, as her training started within the first week of arrival. The regime was cruel and harsh, forced to lift ever heavier weights, sprint ever longer distances and be more accurate with weaponry.
Her training finished around the time she turned 17, at which point the leaders of the world decided to decommission the training program on the basis of it having the chance to actually cause the war it was created for if it was ever brought to light. She was given a small cash settlement in exchange for her and the rest of the group's silence. They all went their separate ways with some going on to join the army, others becoming business moguls and few going on to work desk jobs.
Cassie, however, went on to become a bounty hunter. She used what money she was given to buy a fast ship and weaponry. She began garnering a name for herself throughout the galaxy as a bounty hunter of high reputation. Things turned sour when she was 23 though. Bounties became fewer and fewer with less payouts than ever before. Work was drying up, and she was desperate for a bounty if only to pay for food and gas. Soon enough, an anonymous messenger came through, asking her to assassinate a corrupt warlord. She did as she was told, but received no pay.
Unexpectedly, the police arrived at her door the next day and arrested her. She had in fact, murdered a good natured politician, and had been caught on tape in the act. Suffice to say she was set up. Given the option of prison or space exploration, she chose the latter and has been on The Monroe for about a year now. Personality: Cassie's personality differs from the stereotypical girl to say the least. She is bold, brash and always ready for a fight. The downside to this is that she is often on edge, and is cautious about meeting new people for fear of betrayal or conflict. Before boarding The Monroe, Cassie would often be found alone, preferring a solitary life to that of companionship. However, she has come out of her shell a lot more while in the company of the crew and feels a lot safer. As much as she likes to hide it, she does indulge in some of the more 'girly' aspects of life every now and then. It's quite unusual to see her with straightened hair and makeup on, but when it happens it's usually something to be commented on. Weapons: -Rydeen™ Battle Rifle, modified with taped mags, grenade launcher and red dot scope -Mynci™ dual semi automatic pistols -Various grenades and other equipment chosen for specific missions Star-fighter?: Landslide
Originally a racing ship, Landslide is built for speed suffice to say. It has little armour, and relies mostly on evasion and dodging to survive. Cassie got two rifles mounted under each of the front wings for attack, although these fire very quickly and overheat even faster. Family/Relationship?: Optional Other: -Used to wear a gas mask covering her whole face to conceal her identity
@Akayaofthemoon Assistant Doctor then? Not co-Doctor since Nate isn't that great at the whole putting people together. (One step below your doctor). I just don't want him stuck in the lab.
