Appearance:

(The Eyepatch is for Show, but he keeps it on anyways for some reason.)

Name: "CAPTAIN!" Arron Marshal Falcon

Race: Unknown; Although he appears human, and is at least half-human, he seems to be a shape-shifter much like the Q'lyar, yet he's not as fluent in shape-shifting as they are, and appear to have another ability that they do not.

Age: He appears 18, and seems to act 17, but due to his shape-shifting ability, it's unknown if that's his real age, and what his real age is if it isn't.

Gender: Male

Job: Captain of the Typhon

Weapons:





Abilities: "Internal Reality Amplifier" (or "IRA" for short, also known as "Reverse-Absorption")- The Captain's unique special ability, his trump card in the face of battle. While it's unknown what he means by "Internal Reality", the main function of it is to serve as an Amplifier. Simply put, Arron is able to discharge his own metabolic/biotic energy into any person or thing he touches by his own will, hence "Reverse-Absorption."

This ability works differently depending on what he is using it on. Because its pure energy created from biological means, it is energy that can adapt to properly amplify what he gives it to.

Giving his energy to a person would have their own abilities enhanced by this energy for a short amount of time. The strong ones shall be stronger, the smart ones will be smarter, the fast ones more fast, etc. Because it is simply metabolic energy, it will fade as time passes until eventually it's gone, your attributes going back to normal.

Giving it to an item, such as a battery, will make it be used as a temporary fill up, if not boost, of that item's energy. If the item in question doesn't have any energy in it, it will when he's done with it.

Giving it to a weapon, would change the quality of the weapon in hand, and provide them with special abilities for as long as he can stand the energy sapping. Drake would become denser and gain an electric touch to it, making it more durable with a sharper edge and the ability to shock things, and Teach gains a sharper green plasma edge. Much like with giving the energy to the people, Arron can't keep them like this forever and the energy would fade away after a period of time.

Helena was created with this ability in mind. Rather than giving out large amounts of energy to people, or giving it to his weapons for a period of time, Helena is capable of being enhanced and used in small bursts, the effect of the bullet fired depending on the cylinder that it's fired with, the two lenses on the sides of the gun changing Arron's cognition of the bullets when seen through them, and by extension the power composition of the bullets from physical to elemental. (In other words, each bullet is 1 out of 16 different effects. Including a single healing bullet.) The downside of using this gun being that he has a bad habit of wanting to rely on luck for this gun, his own frankly insane and stupid form of making things interesting.

(For the sake of Fairness and in respect to Arron's love of luck, I shall be rolling an 8-sided die whenever I'm firing this gun.)



There are limits to this ability however. For one: The energy he discharge to objects or people are from his own metabolism and biology, his own natural energy given from food and drinks alike. As such, it is possible, nay inevitable, that the side-effect of using this will be extreme enervation, exhaustion, and possibly dehydration and starvation. Too much may result in collapse, fainting, comatosing, or even death. The more healthy he is, however, the more energy he can give off. The second limitation is the size of the object at hand. The energy he gives is far from unlimited, and there's only so much he can give at a time. Giving his energy to a wall would make it spread throughout the ship or building, which can be very straining to him. So the bigger the thing he's giving power to, the more difficult it is to give.

Body-alteration- Of course, his IRA ability can also be essentially used on himself, shifting and changing his form how he sees fit, much like a Q'lyar. However, whereas a Q'lyar can change into just about anything due to their formless being, Arron is not as fluent with the ability as they are, and so there are limits to what he can change into. He can become other species of living organisms, but that's about it.

He can also enhance his body, make it stronger and faster by controlling and redirecting the flow of his energy. Of course, this too can lead to the same kind of exhaustion in the end.

One feat this ability gives him is the ability to alter his own field of gravity and oxygen, making him capable of standing on things without an atmosphere like moons or ships, and breathe in space. But like everything else, it requires a constant drain on his energy, meaning he can only survive in the depths of space for a few minutes before the field breaks and, well, he meets the same fate as anybody who gets thrown out of an airlock without any protection.

Personality: If one had to describe Arron Falcon in one word, it would be...eccentric, or Odd, or simply insane. All three of these things can be associated with him in one way or another.

To start with: Arron is often seen as an incredibly optimisitc, and energized. He's often caring of his crew, and hopefully confident in their successes.

Arron has a very eccentric love for the theatrical, sometimes even over the practical. Having a fascinated love of the olden-style Pirates of yore, he has a tendency to both talk and dress like a pirate captain from the time, damn the consequences of wearing leather and cloth in an era where plasma weapons are a thing. He often uses classic pirate terminology, and invokes the pirate code... despite living in a time where 99.9% of people probably never heard of it.

"PARLEY!"
"...What?"
"I invoke Parley!"
"...Parle-wha-I don't even...THE FUCK'S PARLEY!?"
"Part of the pirate code, lad. A pirate invokes Parley, and we negotiate the trade so that we may get out of this situation fair-"
Plasma laser fires his hat off his head.
"...Negotiation's over, me guess."
Arron runs off

Also because of his love of the theatrical, he has little to no subtlety when going for a target; his ship is HUGE and could likely be seen from a distance by any observation deck, and he doesn't care. He's confident that he and his crew would take what they want even without an element of surprise and takes a bow to their pillaging victims before running off with his crew. His love of luck and gambling goes into his usage of Helena, which he purposely randomize and even sabotage by adding two duds amidst the bullets for a fairer chance. Often times, he is singing classic pirate tunes, not caring if it's while in the middle of a mission, or simply while he's walking down a hall by himself.

Even against the odd love for theatrics, is his oddities altogether. Perhaps it's due to his abilities, or perhaps it's simply due to the constant exhaustion caused by said abilities, or maybe even a result of coping with the mental trauma of Edward's capture and execution, but either way, he thinks of things in ways that...no normal person would think on, making him look incomprehensible and frankly bloody mad at times. (See his straw twirls and lie-detecting straw during his interview scene for example.) He never seems to call any of his crew by name, instead giving each one a one-syllable nickname based on how he sees them. He is often in a bit of a daze at times as if drunk off alcohol, once again possibly as a result of his ability's side-effects, and can sometimes speak in utter nonsense. Whether it's because of something only he seems to know or see, or because of his brain being effected from his exhaustion, we may never know. What we do know, is that because of his abilities' side effect, Arron has an insatiable hunger for food, always getting exhausted at the thought of eating some. When energetic and healthy, however, and his antics become hyper and outright comical, perhaps because it's a rare case of feeling alive in the wake of his ability exhausting him so much.

However, beneath all the antics, the childish nature and insanity, lies the makings of a leader. While he is technically uneducated, save for the basic stuff Edward Marshall taught him, like reading, writing, science, and math, Arron has experience and that experience had led him to being street smart. He can strategize plans simply from looking at the situation at hand, whatever it may be, and can think up less elaborate schemes on the fly. His charisma and intelligence has given him some pretty damn good acting skills as well, often manipulating friend and foe alike into an advantageous situation. He has also shown to have a darker side of him, often making tough choices that may very well go against his own morals for the sake of his crew (They ARE Pirates, after all.) and seems to have a deep bitter hatred specially reserved for two things: Falcons (Ironically), and the Holy Britannian Empire.

Short Bio: Arron was a bastard child born to Mary Marshall, a woman who unfortunately suffered from sickness soon after Arron's birth, and Johnathan Falcon, an unknown father who seemed to vanish the second Mary was pregnant. For a couple of years, Mary hung on and raised her child despite her own weakness until at age 3, she succumbed to death.

Almost immediately after which, custody of Arron was taken immediately to Mary's younger brother, Edward Marshall.

One problem...Edward was a Pirate.

Not just any pirate either, As the first captain of the Typhon, Edward Marshal was a name renown among intergalactic syndicates and the police all across the empire. He himself wasn't exactly the best pirate or the best leader among the stars, but he had the charisma that led to many people from many factions and many planets to join his cause, and their personal achievements and teamwork in turn was an achievement that was given to him. From all of that, legends arose about him, saying such ridiculous feats like him stealing a crown jewel off the emperor himself.

Even so, he took in his little nephew, raising him whenever he could, teaching him the basics he needs in life, trying the best he could to be the father that Arron never had. In turn, Arron began to learn of his powerful abilities, of which Edward was shocked that he had, since he and Mary were both your standard everyday humans, meaning he must have gotten his power from his Biological father. But he could not always control his giving power, which kept leading the child into an exhaustive sickness every now and again. While he admits he is way in over his head in regards of someone how to use alien abilities, Edward attempted to train the child to control his abilities, so as to keep himself from needlessly wasting it.

In his free time, Arron read the stories Edward had of the classic pirates of earth's past. Francis Drake, Marshall Teach, Captain Kidd, even Captain Hook from the Peter Pan stories. Drake and Teach, however, were two in particular that he showed inspiration from and admiration for. But the one he idolized most of all, was the one he lived with for most of his life. Edward was considered something of an honorable pirate; never taking from the unarmed, never taking personal treasures, (though some of his crew might behind his back if they were valuable enough) and never actively killing unless no other option was available. He gave to his crew, gave to people he felt deserved it, and kept none for himself. Arron looked up to him, and dreamed he'd be just as great a captain as him someday.

Little did he know that that day came closer than he would have wanted.

It seemed Edward's reputation as a powerful pirate associated with rebels and mafias alike earned the attention of the Imperial Armada as a threat to their authority and rule. As such, they arranged a trap which Edward set off, which caused the Typhon to suffer the full wrath of the imperial forces, leading to Edward's capture, alongside most of his men, who weren't already killed in the battle. Arron, meanwhile, was hidden away by Edward and kept safe by a few remaining pirates who hid with him under the Captain's orders, the weapons-smith Arms, being one of them.

After the capture of Captain Edward, his remaining crew, with Arron in tow by his own will, attempted a rescue of Captain Edward and his captured men, who were all sentenced to death for their piracy crimes and for their connection with anti-government factions. (Which they have no proof of, but claim they did.) Arron and company tried their best to stop the execution, but in the end, was too late, as Edward was beheaded right in front of Arron's eyes just before the rest issued a retreat. Needless to say, Arron was basically traumatized by watching his father figure's head leave his body like that, and the remains of Edward's crew, all six of them if you count Arron himself, left aboard what was left of the Typhon, essentially working without a captain to call their own.

Some time passed since then, but eventually Arron came out of his room, a red coat and a 1700's captain's hat in tow, he began talking like the pirates he read about and declared himself captain of this ship. While the remains of the crew were...hesitant at first let this child, clearly somewhat deranged and mental over what's happened, take the Captain's seat. However, the remaining crew concluded that Arron was simply doing this as a method of coping with the trauma he had to deal with today, and decided to humor him.

Eventually, however, it was seen that Arron did, in fact, have the leadership capabilities reminiscent of Edward's own. It seems he looked up to his uncle so much, that he observed Edward's actions while sailing the Typhon, and began teaching himself how to be as good a leader as he was. It wasn't quite the same quality back then, but it was enough to make the crew recognize him as a decent Captain of this ship.

Throughout the years, he gained experience and street smarts from exploring the many many worlds of the empire. He had successes and failures aplenty, but each one gave him better understandings of the universe and its people, and made him smarter and more strategic as a result. He gained mastery of his IRA ability, and has made himself known to several factions and fellow pirates. Eventually, with all the money and things he's pillaged from others, he hired a certain company to make a giant classic shell for his ship, and a small army of miniature robots to keep maintenance of the ship intact while being manned by just six people.

But disaster struck again, however. Much like what happened with Edward before him, his reputation was large enough to garner attention once again, and so a trap was laid once again, which the Typhon fell for once again. History seemed to be repeating like clockwork and may have eventually led to the captain once again killed in a public execution. Not accepting this to happen again, the remaining crew decided on a plan, a plan that the Captain was completely against. He argued against it until he was knocked out.

The rest of the crew, save for Arms, got into fighters and headed straight for the Imperial armada that surrounded them as a distraction, while Arms stayed behind to activate the Hyperdrive, escaping with the Captain in tow. The fate of the four who distracted the armada is unknown.

Arron woke up, now with Arms as the last member of his crew left, and needless to say, he was not happy. This was the second time he had to let the crew of the Typhon, HIS crew, get taken by the Imperial forces and once again there was nothing he could do about it. Arron was more than ready then to Rush for the Planet Excalibur once again to save them, once again repeating history, but Arms pointed out the problem with the plan, urging the Captain to stop and think. This place was now a two-man crew, with an army of little robots that can't do anything outside of ship maintenance, an overheated Hyperdrive, and not that much fuel remaining in a damaged engine. They were not ready to play another rescue attempt, and odds are, it would end in failure once again.

Arms then suggested that maybe they should give up with this line of work, that he did well to last as long as he did, but now it was just the two of them and that this crew was basically finished, suggesting Arron follows him to find a better occupation. ...Arron responded in kind, by pointing Helena towards Arm's nasal cavity. Piracy was all he knew, and all he ever wanted to be. Everyone he admired, everyone he loved and cherished save for Arms himself was taken from him by the empire now. To give up on this way of life is to let accept them as law, to let them get away with what they did to HIS family, something he would rather die than let happen. At that point, he made a vow: Find a group of strong and able misfits to use against the empire, find what happens to the four who distracted the armies so that they could get away, and avenge the rest by tearing down the Empire one piece at a time. If he couldn't do this, then by the gods and all the monsters of space, he will die trying. Arms responded by acknowledging Arron's confidence and accepting his decision.

He does point out to him, however, that this would prove difficult to do under normal circumstances. After that trap incident, if he didn't have a price on his head before he most certainly will soon enough. Not to mention after everything that's happened, the new crew members can't be run-of-the-mill inexperienced folk, or this event will just happen a third time in a row. But Arron has an idea of how to get people to join his cause without the Imperials knowing, and how to arrange for a test of their quality.

The rest is History.

Appearance:



Name: Only the Captain knows his real name, but he is called "Arms"

Race: A Gila Monster Alori

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Job: Weapons and Armory smithing and manufacturing (Simply put: He's the guy who makes/upgrades big guns and fancy destructive toys.)

Weapons: Of course, he can use any of the weapons he creates, but, like two other crew members with cyber-prosthetics, he also possesses two cybernetic arms he seems to continually upgrade when he can. Currently, in addition to the obvious enhancement of strength, said arms are capable of producing flame throwers, small torches (for weapon-making purposes) and houses explosive grenades and mines, 9 of each in the right and left arms respectively. Course, said mines and grenades are designed specifically to fit inside his arms and be ready to use at a moment's notice. So when he runs out, he can't exactly buy them off a store (Would wound his pride as a weapons-maker anyways) he has to make more from scratch.

Abilities: Professional Blacksmith: As per his job, Arms is capable of producing, inventing, and upgrading whatever weaponry he's asked for, provided he has the necessary materials for it, of course. He utilizes special jewels he called "Sun Crystals", essentially solar energy from different suns solidified into crystal form, to give his devices a signature dose of powerful energy that's kept charged up via exposure to sunlight. Usually they serve as simple amplifiers for the plasma and laser weapons, but other uses of the Sun crystal can grant special effects depending on the color of the crystal, due to its coming from a different sun, and therefore a different energy that radiates from it.

For now, due to being the safest and most used colored sun, not to mention the most common, he has an assortment of yellow sun crystals, and is using them for mostly everything, saving crystals of a different color for special occasions where they are needed.

Technology Expert: As if it came with the territory of weapons-making during this era of time, Arms lessons in making better weapons inevitably led to making and understanding better technology as well. He's not necessarily what one would call a genius, but does know how to research and make the devices asked for by his Captain.

Natural Reptilian abilities: Being an Amori reptile born from a desert environment, Arms has a high tolerance for extreme temperatures of heat, though cannot last long in extreme cold. In addition, he can use his tail as an additional weapon, has a slow but sure regeneration factor, can walk on the walls and ceiling, and his fangs are laced with venom. The downside is that while he has the strengths of a Lizard, he also has the weaknesses of one as well, severe problem with low temperatures as an example.

Personality: In contrast to the Captain's more energized persona, Arms can be a silent stern brooder of a lizard, as coldhearted as it's believed to be. He has served as the realist to the Captain's optimisms, and often was the one to give him a down-to-earth opinion on his more...spastic decisions. He's rough around the edges when it comes to other people, more specifically this new crew, preferring to give the cold shoulder if anyone decides to talk with him on anything not weapon related. If it IS weapon or tech related though, then a conversation about them are likely to follow. He might get a long well with those just as attuned to technology as himself.

He shows his loyalty to Arron ever since he took his Uncle's cap, and remained to do so when everyone else was either captured or killed.

Short Bio: The last remaining member of Arron's previous crew. Arms was born on a desert planet and was sold to species trafficking rings which immediately put him to work as a slave in planet's mines for Sun Crystals that were said to have fallen from the sky and burrowed themselves to the ground. During one of the Excavations his arms were heavily damage as a result of a mine collapse. Due to the owner of the mine paying good money for this slave's particular quality of digging skill, it was a waste to just let him die, and so he was ordered to replace his broken and destroyed arms with cybernetic arms meant to get him back in the game and increase his efficiency.

Turns out, however, that that was a mistake. For now that the slave had these arms, he could use them to fight back. He spent many many moons studying how his arms work, and how to improve them potentially with the help of the very crystals he was raised to mine, both as arms and as weapons. Eventually, he took revenge on his slaver, incinerating them and their guards to ashes, and stole a ship off the planet to other worlds, finding there was other places with sun crystals and technological knowledge to further study weaponry. At first it was as a way to defend himself and keep other slavers off his back, but eventually he took a real liking to weaponry, and educated himself on weapons and how to properly create them.

It was around this time that the crew of Edward Marshall found him drifting on his ship towards some other planet for further research, who wanted to arrange a deal with Arms after some discussion with the lizard: They bring him along to the different planets of the Britanian Empire, study all that's needed to be studied for his weaponry, as well as bring him any and all Sun Crystals they could find, and a part of the loot they gain will be his. In exchange, Arms would creates specifically for Edward's crew of Pirates. Arms, of course, was hesitant on joining this band of pirates: Never mind how he preferred to be free from restriction or request to make weapon he felt like making, just thinking of "pirates" reminded him of the foolish slavers that raised him all those years ago. Still, however, there was something about the look in Edwards eyes, a look of naivety, optimism, happiness. A look that those slavers never had in their cold eyes. While he believes Edward was an idiot, that someone as naive as him shouldn't be captain, he decided to join his crew anyways. From his first days, he met Arron Falcon, the lad serving his Uncle Edward as best as possible, but of course, didn't think much of him.

Then came the boarding of their ship and the taking of most of their men. Arms was among the survivors of the attack, alongside the next in line for captainship. He was there when Arron first mission as captain to save Edward's crew failed. He probably should have left the crew after that, but he got to know the kid while Edward was still alive, and it seemed like he had nowhere to go. Perhaps it was out of pity, but he decided to continue working with the pirates now under Captain Arron Falcon.

Sometime after that, however, another trap was laid, and most of the other key crew members distracted them while he and Arron gets away. Now on a ship with Arron and a bunch of useless little mechanical lemmings, he was ready to have Arron call it quits and follow him, but Arron did not give up, he vowed he'd make a new crew in these waters, and vow to find the remainder of his crew, and tear apart the empire brick by brick. Arms, confident in Arron's determination, decided to stay to help him round up a new gang of misfits.

Appearance: Varies (see ability section)

Name: Traveler-59

Race: Q'lyar- A race of shape shifting lifeforms. Their low population and skill in disguise makes their existence merely a rumor to most.

Age: Unknown

Abilities:



Stealth: Traveler is adept at making little sound and blending in with the background while stalking prey.

Weapons: Traveler's preferred weapon is itself. Whether it is forming different type of tools from it's body such as a sword or enveloping a victim and either choking the life out of them like a constrictor or digesting them with enzymes.

Gender: N/A

Job: Boarding/Deckhand

Personality: Slow to trust others, but loyal when it does. Apathetic. Aggressive. Covert.

short bio: Traveler-59 rarely talks about it's past, all it reveals is that it's previous group disbanded and it seeks a new one where it is supplied with frequent chances to kill and camaraderie. And who wouldn't want a Q'lyar? Their natural ability to alter their physical form and appearance makes them suitable for infiltration and striking critical targets. With a Captain seeking a new crew, it has a chance to find what it seeks.

Appearance:
Lanky would be a good word to describe her. She has very little figure, and a sinewy muscled form. Her skin is littered with nearing at least a hundred scars from her refusal to wear any type of armor(and combat appropriate clothes). She can't stand tight clothes and usually wears loose or at least fitted clothes that reveal a mass of scars from battles previously won. She isn't particularly pretty, though she has a 'regal' face.

Name: Telasie Banthur
Race: Denar (Elf-ish)
Age: 39
Gender: Female

Job: Pilot(Can be reworked if necessary)
Weapons: Though she prefers a dagger and her knuckles, she carries an old-world styled plasma pistol. She also keeps her nails sharpened to points, metal plates surgically placed over them.

Abilities: She has an inherent directional talent and fast flying. She's not strong, but she has a wiry-agility based strength that is useful in close combat against larger opponents. She has an unusually high pain tolerance. Lack of morality.

Personality: Vulgar. Bitter. Resentful. She doesn't have a very kind outlook on life, and is incredibly greedy. Her lack of interpersonal skills can often get in the way of her goals. She cares little for the opinion of others and thinks only of her own comfort, most of the time. Still, despite her personality, she's occasionally philosophical and can provide good conversation if she thinks the person is worth talking to.

Bio:
She grew up in an old-world port town on Earth in Northern Britannia, a mass of land once called Europe. It was a cross between traditional transportation on land, with a naval base for sea travel, an air base for minor flight, and a station for space travel. In school, she studied piloting. Her dream had been to pilot an exploration space ship.

Telasie had a regular childhood, but when she turned twenty she settled down with a human man. He only lasted two years before, in a fit of anger, she slit his throat and was locked up for murder. After a lengthy court trial and a lot of favors cashed in, the chargers were dropped to manslaughter and she was released after five years in prison. She took to thieving to pay the bills, until she got in with a group of gangsters who used her piloting skills to get her to smuggle drugs and people between galaxies. She is renown for her speed.

Appearance:


Name: Asugan Bugudai

Race: Taghai - A nomadic and tribal people from the frozen tundras of Dagasai. They live mostly on hunting, herding and trading.

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Job: Gunner

Weapons:
Prickskyttegevär 2224
A high powered sniper rifle designed for use in cold environments. It fires high caliber bullets and has an effective range of 3000m

Maschinenpistole 2167
A compact submachine gun for close quarters fighting. It is not very powerful and rather old. But it is extremely reliable. You could drench it in mud and it will still fire.

Abilities:
Sharpshooting - Asugan is an expert marksman able to hit most targets from several kilometers away.

Cold resistance - Being a Taghai, Asugan is extremely resistant to cold. He can survive in temperatures up to -200 degrees celsius.

Survival skills - Asugan is an expert tracker and hunter. He can also survive for several months without food, water or sleep without any major drawbacks.

Well educated - Asugan, being the son of a chief, has been educated about a wide range of topics most notably in biology since animals are important to the Taghai lifestyle. He is also a trained, and rather shrewd, diplomat.

Personality: Despite him being an outlaw he certainly doesn’t act like one. He rarely speaks unless spoken to. And when he speaks he is always polite and respectful. He doesn’t believe in honor and glory so he has no gripes against fleeing battle or fighting dirty. He doesn’t go looking for trouble and prefers to talk or run when things take a turn for the worse.

short bio: Asugan was the eldest son to a chief of one of the many tribes that roam Dagasai. His father was renowned as a great warrior and often went on campaigns and hunting trips. On one of these hunting trips he died. Mauled by a great beast. This happened when Asugan was away on a diplomatic mission to one of the other tribes. When he returned he was expecting to be welcomed as the new chief but his younger brother had taken control of the tribe when Asugan was away. Asugan was imprisoned. But the brother made a mistake in putting Asugan in the same prison as his supporters. Together they instigated a riot and broke out of the prison. Asugan fled from the planet and now roams the galaxy in search for work.

Appearance: Stands 6'6" and weighs 300 Lbs.



Name: Victor-103

Race: Human Cyborg

Age: unknown

Gender: Male

Job: Engineer, but would make a good member of the boarding party as well. As he likes to say, “A jack of all trades and a master of none, but better than a master of one.”

Weapons:
— Victor can fire most pistols and rifles accurately but does not rely on what he calls “throw away guns.”
— Two small shoulder mounted plasma cannons that take a few moments to charge before firing. Both pop up from seamless ports on his shoulders.
— A medium-sized Gatling laser that is confined in his left arm, no other weapons can fire while this one is firing.
— Portable shield: his right arm is fitted with a portable shield generator, this shield can block most attacks and acts like a solid wall, however it does not last forever. Can be used at the same time as the Gatling laser.

Abilities:
— Nano bot Repair: can use and control nano bots to repair both himself and over electronic devices.
— multi tool hands: his hands can switch to multiple common tools and some more complex ones.
— Cyborg Body: Victor is essentially just a brain in a shielded armored case, built to be a solider more than anything. He does not eat, sleep, or breath but does require resting and recharge every other day unless hooked up to a power source. The suit he is in can not be opened unless destroyed and is made of a strong semi-flexible metal.

Utilities:
— Shielded and armored brain case.
— Plasma Cutter/welder.
— Grappling hooks and magnetic boots for zero G repairs.
— Repair drones for major repair can deploy 4 at a time, no combat capabilities.
- small thrusters to help with zero G maneuvering.
+ Artificial Intelligence assistant named Sara, assist him with running his equipment.
+ Scanner / laser designater, scanner is used to scan ships and specific electronic equipment in order to gain schematics or find issues with it. does take some time usually and he must remain still for it to work properly.

Skills:
— Electronic repair and modification
— Basic medical skills for Fleshy meat bags.
— Basic piloting
— Welding and hull repair
— Engine and power supply repair

Personality:
Quiet is a term one could use. He doesn't talk much unless he thinks its important and tends to be reserved and calm. Rarely will his temper flare and seems kind yet when going against someone who carries the royal sigil he can be quite aggressive and vengeful. However, most of the time one can find him in or on the ship he's tasked to making repairs and adjustments.

Short bio:
Victor woke up in a lab without any recollection of who or what he was, only that he was now going to be a solider tasked to a special group of others like him to fight the rebels where ever they may be hiding. It worked for a while, he was tasked as a “medic” and mostly just repaired the other soldiers. None of them were there on their own free will they all had inhibitor chips that prevented them from doing what they wanted and were given limited free will during combat operations.

This all changed one day when the Rebels they were perusing used an improvised device against them. This devise vaporized his squad and most of the rebels, the EMP pulse knocked out his inhibitor chip just long enough for him to remove it and his emergency transponder. And in turn allowed him to vanish from the empires' radar, now that they believed he died with his squad.

It took him some time to realize what he was and his place in the Empire. He found the most suiting work to be an engineer mostly because he could go into more dangerous areas and has performed exterior hull repairs in the middle of a ship battle before. This provided with his ability to work in extremely stressful conditions made working with privateers profitable. Yet he seemed to do these jobs for nothing more than scrap and a room, preferring the adventure to the cash.

Appearance:Standing 6'3 and is rather slim.

Name: Varrus
Race: Uldrian
While the Uldrian are physically feeble species, their intellect is regarded as among the greatest. They are considered one of the most advanced races and thus hold a lot of power. Despite their power with tech, they require to wear special suits to help filter out chemicals and even the air they breathe. Their suits are top tier in regards to hazardous weather and atmospheric conditions but certainly would hold up the heavy gun fire.
Age: 78
Gender: Male
Job: Surgeon
Weapons: None, due to be a surgeon, he has taken an oath to not harm another person. Though he will perform a mercy kill as he believes dieing this way is much better than a slow painful death.

Abilities: Extremely intelligent, photographic memory, can perform surgery and understands the anatomy of over 100 species. He also possesses extremely steady hands, and works well under pressure due to the fact that if he fails, someone dies.
He also, like the rest of his race, has telepathy that is used to communicate as his anatomy does not allow for complex vocal patterns.

Psionics:

Mental fortification: can boost mental capacity to allow others to achieve greater intelligence and state of peace. Used to help gems off mental illness and diseases that effect the function of the brain. In normal circumstances, this ability can only help the brain ignore these symptoms for short periods of time but continuous therapy sessions of this treatment can actually cure the ilness. Primarily used in therapy sessions. Also allows him to shield others from mental invasion.

Projection: can send his mind to observe other areas for limited time, leaves his body vulnerable.

Shield: can manifest psionic energy into a shield to help protect him against small arms fire.

Stasis: can put willing people or simple organic tissue into a stasis to preserve bodily function and keep from decaying, it also boost physical capabilities and can allow one to ignore physical discomfort or pain. This is used primarily in physical therapy sessions. This ability helps negate the effects of things like arthritis, bone marrow disease, muscle spasms and other similar conditions. Simple therapy sessions can negate this issues for short periods of time though continuous sessions could lead to an eventual cure.

Personality: Varrus is a cold and calculating individual who always looks at things in a logical manner. He has no room for emotion though he cares for the lives he tends to much more than he would like to admit. Even in times of great stress, you can always count on Varrus to be the calm one. Varrus is never one to be spare feelings, if he can't save your life, he will tell you and will even perform a mercy kill if requested.

short bio: Varrus comes from a neutral planet. Due to their status, many of them have not seen the horror of war and lead a rather boring life. Varrus did not agree to this. At a young age and after was is considered the end of their mandatory education, Varrus left to see other worlds and to aid those ravaged by war. With the Empire stretching its influence, there was no doubt that many would fight back and millions would be injured. This is what allowed Varrus to become the surgeon he is now. Varrus applied to become a doctor and work under hospitals on various worlds. He has spent his entire life doing so and still continues now. Though due to illegal research into persoanl interests, he currently looks for employment.

Appearance:

Name: Conrad Pak or Con for short
Race: Human
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Job: Boarding party/deckhand

Weapons(order of importance): 1x High power laser rifle, 2x plasma pistols, 1x small backup laser pistol

Skills/Abilities: Expert on huge space dwelling animals such as space whales and leviathans, excellent close quarters fighting and boarding, good galactic navigation skills. His only ability is given to him by his two wrist gauntlets which give him increased grip strength/traction, also it has a electric shock grip that has enough shock that it can incapacitate almost any living creature and can damage the circuits of most droids/cyborgs.

Technology: Conrad wears a pair of wrist gauntlets that are a multi-tool of sorts, they increase his grip strength and traction.
Right Gauntlet:
- Grappling hook
- 5 Tracker darts
- Coms unit
- Controls for electric shock grip
- Small laser blaster 20 shots maximum

Left Gauntlet:
- Retractable blade(similar to assassins creed blades)
- Control for magnetized foot grip for walking around in areas with zero gravity.
- 4 explosive tip darts
- Small laser blaster 20 shots maximum

Personality: Confident and cunning from his years aboard the Pequod X and after being a prisoner for the Britania Empire for 5 years he is almost physically and mentally unbreakable.

Bio: Con was born on the Pequod X, the son of the first mate and spent his early years as a galley boy and message boy before he was old enough to become a spotter. Due to being the son of the first mate, Rowan Pak, he was able to move through the positions relatively quickly and was trained by the ships best harpooners and spotters Donny the time he was 23 he was the head harpooner of one of the five harpoon boats. He made a name for himself as a harpooned until they accidentally chased a gigantic leviathan into Britania controlled space and we're attacked relentlessly. They couldn't hold against the merciless attacks. Conrad and five others were taken into slavery and almost worked to death. However after five years he was released and he's been drifting from system to system doing various jobs such as bounty hunting and smuggling.

Name: Scrap
Race: Human
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Job: Engineer
Weapons: Different types of gadgets that she builds that can be used as a weapon or defense. Her mechanical arm and leg can shoot out hot steam (mainly used as a last ditch effort) by turning the valves
Abilities:
Mechanical Engineering: She can fix and build prosthetics, gadgets, robots (to some extent) and has some knowledge on other technologies.
Street Fighting: Days within the gang didn’t leave her defenseless, she has some tricks up her sleeve when it comes to melee combat
Resourcefulness: Her fast thinking and street knowledge helps her get out of dangerous situations.

Personality: Mind of her own. Scrap doesn’t do well to authority but does whatever job you give her with little complaint. Opening up and trusting others comes by as a challenge. Trusting herself is all she’s ever known. Growing up in the slums and at the heart of gang violence taught her to be resourceful, but she lacks social skills. Keeps to herself but doesn’t take too kindly to those who are obnoxious or rude. Since she's also very young, she still has much to learn and is still ignorant/oblivious to this new world outside the slums
Bio: An orphaned street rat, at the age of 8, she was forced into the gang: The Junkyard Ravagers. They taught her how to fix and build mechanical prosthetics, since many members lost arms and legs to rival gang fights. Here they called her “Scrap” and it was the first and only name she’s ever had. For a while she could call the junkyards home, but it wouldn’t last. At the age of 12, an explosion at the junkyard set by a rival gang caused her to lose an arm and a leg. But you don’t leave the gang unless you’re dead. They forced her to keep working, expanding her skill set to build them lethal gadgets. She ended up building her own prosthetics since no one else would. From this point on it was when she learned that the junkyard was no home, but a prison. One day a gruesome fight with the rival gang leaves an opportunity to escape. So, after escaping the clutches of the Junkyard Ravagers, she finds herself lost. It isn’t until she stumbles upon a request to join a pirate crew did she jump at the chance to leave the slums behind.

Name - Rama (said Ram) Gildar

AKA - Demon/Traitor/Exile/Marked One/Unworthy...to name a few

Age - 245 Years old

Species - Hyperian a race that look much like humanoids but have necks that are extended longer as well as their bodies and appendages. Their skin is pale white as well as their hair.

Role - Boarding Party

Gender - Male

Appearance -
What he looks like:

His mask:

Clothing:

Mech Suit -

Rama stands at over 6'8" with a lanky arms, legs and neck. His body has been modified with another set of arms to give him four in total, the other two are the are larger in width size and are only a little bit longer than his normal arms, they are purely robotic, normally they sit lower than his normal arms and sit in standby straight behind him, he has many uses as well as combining them with his normal arms to make them stronger when fighting and act as a shield. His now metallic skin are coated in his favourite colours, which are crimson red, black and navy blue with white striped markings all over his face and body. The lights that shine from his body, eyes and face are blue when passive and red when he becomes angry or readying for a fight and can be dimmed if he wishes to hide better. He also has a Oni type half kabuki mask that he has hanging around his neck.

When not in his mech suit you can see his baggy clothing (shown above), his colours match that of his skin, with the dominant colour being black, the stripes on his right side are crimson red and on his left side are navy blue, the colour around him is white.

His mech suite makes him stand at 8'5" tall with thick and heavy armour covered from head to toe. The front of the suit opens up for when he needs to get inside but can be run by his AI and used as a distraction or the brunt force of his attacks. The suits colours is than his colour scheme, instead it is coloured in bright orange as the main colour with yellow trim and green for the lights.

Personality - Rama never grew up learning the peaceful ways of the Hyperians, instead he was raised by a man that called himself the Metabaron. There he learned the Bushitaka (The Bushitaka is the strict code of honor followed by the Metabarons; named after the Japanese bushido. It demands that the practitioners dedicate themselves to victory in all things at any cost, wherein the only alternative to victory is death, and even forsake their own family members in the pursuit of total victory.) He grew up to not feel pain, to be effective in both hand to hand combat, short-medium distance weapons such as swords, spears, axes, etc. and to be profficient with guns as well as a decent pilot and engineer. He can be humerous and easy going when he wants to be but he doesn't much interact with others unless they prove themselves as someone who is useful to him. His little quirk is that when he is bored he will be often spinning three balls in the palm of his hand without actually moving his fingers.

History -

Rama thought that he was abandoned as a child left on a planet to be killed by the local wildlife, but was saved by a man that he would later get to know as The Metabaron, the man was old, in his twilight years but he still looked as if he was only 40 years old. The man saved him and took him in, early on he was essentially the man's servant that would clean the mans ship, a giant base called the Metabunker. He would also serve the Metabaron and told him jokes, he was told that the man hardly laughed so when he did he knew that he had done a good job.

One day while cleaning, in a room he wasn't normally in, he triggered something and activated a robot that began coming at him with the intent to kill. Rama fought him off as best he could, but with no training he didn't stand a chance. He fought until he could fight no more and had accepted his death. Except the Metabaron made it into the room with lightning speed and killed the robot with his bare hands. He yelled at the boy for being so foolish, then asked the computer how long he had lasted with the robot. It had lasted for hours, enough so that the Metabaron himself was impressed and in a moment of thinking he was told that he would be trained in the ways of the metabaron.

For the next 50 years he was trained under the Metabaron, learning his skills in combat, science and engineering. To no longer feel pain by making him go through great acts of pain and would be punished further if he winced, cried or made any inclination that he felt pain from wounds, he was told that it would be necessary because pain distracts oneself from victory and ends in their death. He took on quickly as he had accepted that this was now his fate, he was trained in Bushitaka as well as the mental powers to train ones thoughts into a focused energy like a blade. The Metabaron could do it as he pleased cutting down mountains with the power. Rama could not perform such acts, the most he could do is momentarily see what someone was about to do before they did it as well as lift, pull or push small objects with his mind that would take a lot of focus for him to perform, he was able to move them with great speed and force though and was told it would be useful to him. He was also trained to kill without remorse by raising a small pet, only to then be forced to kill it teaching him that sometimes one must sacrifice those that are close for victory and to become cold and emotionless.

When he reached the age of 100 he was sent to a prison planet to take on the job of executioner, where he would have to fight and kill ruthless creatures, people and aliens of all races. The rule was that if he lost, the prisoner would be sent free so they all fought with reckless abandon. For the next 75 years he spent there, becoming a ruthless killer himself, taking on all manner of sick and twisted beings, some as small and nimble as small animal and some as big as some of the major structures that were in this universe. Each one were sentenced to death and he made sure that order was carried out. It earned him the nickname 'Demon' as he began to wear an Oni Kabuki styled half mask that helped filter out toxins. Whatever came his way he killed in with great ferocity, skill, speed, agility and strength, his skin became hard, his senses sharp all to make the Metabaron proud.

When he had served his time as executioner he was able to come back to the Metabunker where he had to perform the ritual act of body manipulation. He was put into a machine that slowly crushed his body from his chin down. Rama was told to tell the Metabaron that when he wanted to stop he would. The machine started to press, cracking open his skin, but he did not cry out, his muscles soon were pressed but he did not say anything. His bones began to crack and break and still he did not say a word or let out a tear. In the end it was the metabaron that stopped it and acknowledged that he had passed his training. In honour of this he was given a new body made of machine with the inclusion of two new arms. All that remained of his formal self was his face, and internal organs, he was then given another gift a helmet that was permanently placed on the top half of his face, the helmet would amplify his senses tenfold as well as his mental strength, he still would not be able to create the blades or melt minds like his master but he would be able to control small objects and move them with great force, without having to concentrate on them as much as he used to. Only his mouth was left open, he kept the Kabuki half mask and would put it on before he went into battle.

They went on many missions together, killing for hire, front line work as well as many others until Rama started to notice that the Metabaron was geting old and showing signs that death was reaching for him. He learned about the mans life in that time, how he was the last of his kind, that he had genetically modified himself to live for centuries and was at the end of that time, that he had no future plans of ever finding or having a son, but he found Rama and thought of him only as someone to talk to until his time had passed.

On his 200th birthday he was given a ship, a prototype of the Metabaron's, a ship designed to sneak up on other ships and board them quickly and effectively as well as detach from the ship as quickly to escape as well as an accompanying suit of breaching/boarding armour that was designed for him by his master, he would be able to climb into it to become one single fighting unit, or be able to act individually since it had a built in AI unit that was compatible to Rama to act as his counter. He only had to do one more thing. He was told to pick his choice of weapons which were a sabre and a gladius.

He was then told to prepare himself as The Metabaron came at him with a spear. He explained that he would not die by his mortality, that he would die to a successor now that he had one that proved so worthy. They fought for days without a break until finally by the strength and speed of Rama he was able to finally best his former master. The man laughed with joy, filled with pride and honour he died, but before he did he looked into the eyes of Rama and engraved the shape of a bird onto his chest and said that the legacy of his kind would live through him now. Rama was then told to leave the ship, to find his kind, a race called Hyperian and join them now, the ship was activated to explode. It was powerful enough to destroy him and the entire planet that it was landed on, Rama nodded in confirmation and got in the ship with his new mech. It asked him what to call it and he told from here on out it's name would be Meta.

They arrived at a location with signatures that were similar to his own and landed in hopes that he would be accepted to join them. But they refused him, said that his family were exiled long ago for defying the wishes and beliefs of their God Hyperion and that he had followed in their footsteps, tainted by the blood of others on his hands, he didn't even look like them in their eyes. So they banished him. Told him to never come back or suffer the consequences and be smited by their god.

Rama left, how could they treat him this way, he had no idea who he was or what to believe in, it put him in great anger, and in that anger he attacked whatever ships got in his way. He took whatever he wanted from those ships and quenched his anger with the blood of occupants of the ships. He was deemed a pirate and a renegade and was hunted until he reached deep space where he found refuge with other pirates. He would then offer his and Meta's services to the highest bidder, not caring who paid him or what he had to do he would do it and efficiently.

Equipment:

- Swiss Sabre: Designed to release an electric shock when activated by the user, the metal is of a make that can pierce into most metals.

- Gladius: When activated by the user the blade becomes super heated, able to cut through any metal, can only become super heated for a short period of time and can overheat.

- Nanites: Personally created to protect him, when damaged the nanites with gather materials needed to seal wounds, repair and heal his body. Can be distrupted by a large electrical charge.

- Prototype Pistol: This gun does not fire normal bullets, instead it fires mini high impact sticky bombs. That are activated when leaving the barrel of the gun and trigger when they make an impact against an object. Has a 10 shot cartridge before it needs to recharge, 1 second per bomb, 10 seconds to recharge. While recharging can convert on command into a 50 caliber normal pistol.

- Modified Assualt Rifle: A plasma assault rifle that fires in burst of 3, overheats when fired too often and needs to cool down. Also has the option of changing into a long range sniper rifle, fires single shots that are 50 caliber bullets instead of plasma.

- Grenades Sash: A number of grenades are stored in this sash, his most effective are magnetic bombs, gravitational distortion bombs and EMP grenades, can be remade by nanites but needs time to do so. Carries two of each grenade for a total of 12 (minor concussion and flash bang grenades included.)

- Helmet of the Metabaron: The helmet enhances the wearers senses tenfold, allowing site of long ranges as well as different types of vision, his hearing can be heightened to the point where he can hear the humming of electricity running through the circuits of the ship, he has the sensitivity to feel changes in pressure up to 4 meters away. These can be used against him with an opponent who is clever or innovative enough.

- Kabuki filtration mask: The mask allows him to breath in any atmosphere and filters out toxins in the case that someone were to use chemical warfare.

- Arms of Might: His augmentation allows him to use the extra set of arms as weapons, shields and for utility use. They increase his strength greatly but hinders his agility and speed when attached to his arms.

Skills:

- Minor mental telekenisis: He has the ability to only move small objects but can use push or pull them at speeds that are like a small caliber bullet. He can not read minds or influence others.

- Enhanced strength, speed, agility and endurance: His robotic body enhances him overall making him much better than an average person.

- Bushitaka training: Follows a code that is ultimately to attain victory by any means or to die in battle.

- High pain tolerance: Through training has been able to endure pain so that it does not hinder his goals in combat.

- Minor hacking skills: Able to use nannites to hack into doorways and computers, cannot use to hack into robots or more complex machines.

- Minor clairvoyance: When in a 1 meter area of someone he can see what they are about to do next, but only actions and if someone knew of this trait or dealt with before he can be tricked and doesn't rely on it heavily.

- Core power surge: Rama is able to sap the power of a core cell and by doing so gains a charge of power to himself that temporarily increases everything more than it was, the more cores he saps the more power he gains, but the surge of power lasts for only 30 seconds and will weaken him to the state where he needs to rest and let his nanites recover the strain and damage he would encounter using it.

AI: Meta

- Designed to breach and board other ships, can act as a suit as well as a fully functional robot.

- Equipped with shoulder cannon as well as arm cannon with bladed weapons on the opposite side. The cannons can switch between bullets and plasma. In order to use the plasma cannon it needs to gather energy and takes it from the ships energy supply the longer he gathers the ships energy the bigger and more destructive the blast.

- Has two sensory drones that fly around him giving him 360 degree vision.

Activity - On mostly every day, 12:00 noon I am able to get on most of the time and after 5:00 p.m. am able to check, Wendsdays and Sundays are the most difficult days to get on.

Extras - Mostly sleeps inside of Meta.

Name: Tserv Diaahk
First Lieutenant Thirty-fourth Biotech-Squadron Nomad-Fleet Gehestl
Race: Nhlik
Age: 134
Gender: born Va'che (unstable false Chel'kiv)
Job: Boarding Crew


Abilities: Skilled pilot. Trained soldier and squadron-leader. Quadextrous shooter. Nhliki martial artist. Survivalist. Decent engineer/mechanic. Nanobot-control (lets him perform self-maintenance under controlled circumstances).
Nanite-induced system-overcharge, giving him a physical and mental high, enhancing every capability, like enabling him the extended use of his tail as well as minor telepathic powers.

Personality: Tserv has no problem following orders, but he tends to do it his way, which might include ultraviolence.

A small gunship that Tserv, borrowed from Gehestel when he was discarded.
She is a trustworthy ship that has gotten him through more than one tough situation.

Class: Heavy Fighter (15m long, 5m wide, 5m high, 8*6*3m wings)
Armor: 1.0m tungsteel alloy.
Engine: 5 sub-light thrusters (max 25g) Manuvering thrusters aplenty (max 5g). Inertial dampeners 20g.
FTL: N/A
Energy reactor: H3 Fusion reactor, runtime of 1.000 hours (full yield). Emergency solar-panels (10% yield). Battery-crystals, runtime 10 hours (full yield, 80% charging efficiency).
Computer: Simple system interface, able to perform automatic control within set parameters. Remote controll possible. Quantum encryption.
Shields: Plasma shields. Full shielding of ship, activated use. Useful against energy-weapons, meager use against plasma- gravity- and kinetic weapons, all but useless against missiles, mines and drones. 2 generators for ship body, one generator for each wing.
Armaments: Energy-beam cannon mounted in ships prow, draws ship-energy. 5 kinetic turrets, 1 ship roof, 2 ship keel, 1 atop each wing. 6000 rounds per minute, 2km/sec velocity (30.000rounds/turret full load). Cruise-missiles, 10 kiloton yield (12 missiles full load).
Cargo: N/A
Crew: 1 minimum, 5 max. 58.5 cubic m "living space"
Misc: Tserv considers the Runner his home, and he generally treats her better than actual people.

Simple info, insect-like-people. Have four "sexes".

Name: Vescalla Vonderbutch
(veh-sk-ella Von-der-butch)
Also Known As: The Metal Widow
Race: Human with robot parts
Age: 31
Gender: Female
Job: Gunner
Weapons: guns, knives, anything she can get her hands on
Appearance:
Personality: Snarky, Bold, She-Knows-what-she-wants-when-she-wants-it, She's Scottish basically.
Bio: Parents disowned her when she lost her left arm because they thought she was worthless and they thought she was too ugly without an arm to get a husband, however she did get a husband and she now has a mechanical arm that (in her style) is steampunk themed. HOWEVER, she lost her husband in an elevator accident as well as her right leg. His family gave her enough money to get a mechanical leg in the same fashion as her arm. Then they said they would give her money to get a high ranking job but she saw the flyer and came here instead. Because she does what she wants.
Theme song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1raCtM3UGk

Name: Combat Prototype X-03 "Reina"

Race: Human-Like Android

Age: 6, appears to be in her lower 20s

Gender: Female

Job: Boarder

Weapons: The Environment

Abilities: Ferromancy - Metal Manipulation. Reina was built for the purpose of being on the front lines of ship battles, and as such has the power to manipulate and control metal in her vicinity in a manner similar to telekinesis.
Android Physiology - As an Android, she doesn't have any of the needs of the flesh, and is stronger, faster and tougher than most people.
Cyber Brain - Her brain, such as it is, is distributed throughout her body, with the primary node being in a heavily armored shell in her torso. This also means that new skill, knowledge and the like can be uploaded into her brain if desired.
Sensor Platform - Her head area is equipped with a high-tech sensor platform, including all of the common sensor types, as well as some more exotic types. Commonly used modes are Zoom, IR, Nightvision, and X-Ray.

Personality: Being a being whose origin is simple ones and zeros at its base, she doesn't entirely understand human emotions or reasoning, but she makes her best efforts. However, her creators did try to program in emotions, with mixed success, and deep learning, with far greater success, she can learn. Currently, however, she is straightforwards and blunt, saying exactly what she means, with little thought of her words effect on others, caused by not knowing those effects. When people try to get her to do something, it isn't the hardest thing to convince her, as she is still struggling to grasp the concept of lying in practice, and as such believes people unless they show obvious signs, or she has the time to measure vitals to detect that way. During battle she is coldly logical, and seems to think nothing of using any method to win, including things like dismembering or crushing opponents with her powers, and likewise shows no visible signs of remorse.

Short bio: Reina was created as part of an experiment designed to test the effects of human emotions, experiences, and learning on a combat android, designed by Dr. Anette Tekardo, an ex-military Scientist who ran with her research when the Empire ordered her to shut the project down. The Mafia were quick to capitalize on this, taking Dr. Tekardo and her research in and providing her with facilities to complete her work, with the provision that they receive the benefits from this research. Being desperate, Dr. Tekardo agreed, and started work on my siblings and myself.

Upon completion and awakening, I was introduced to my new owners, the Santobello Family of the New Lancelot Mafia. My life was pure, if you can call it that, for half a year after I was turned on, as I was trained and put through rigorous tests, and as my personality formed they fitted me with weaponry that they felt suited my best. My mother, Dr. Tekardo, installed the system herself, insisting that she was the one who knew me best, inside and out. After that, my existence was a blood-soaked one. The tamest assignments were guarding the family and acting as a household servant, ready to jump into action to save their lives should assassins come calling. On the other side of the spectrum were the mass killings, the brutal murders of entire families or clans in the brutal, shadowy wars for control of the criminal underground of the Empires greatest shipping hub.

Over the years of my life that followed, I learned more and more about the world around me, as well as that thing I have which my mother call my personality... and maybe even a soul, I heard my mother mutter to herself when she thinks that we are not listening, or not around. Eventually, however, the Santobello Family got to strong, and the Empire finally took notice of them after they sent two of my siblings to murder the Planetary Governor of Lancelot Prime and his entire family, and decided to crush them. Me and my siblings, as well as the Santobello's other hired help, fought hard for the family, but we were one by one captured or killed. As I watched my life's purpose crumble around me, and my digital mind start to fray, my mother whispered... something into my ear and told me to run to a certain place at a certain time. So, I hijacked a Lancelot ship and I made for Lancelot Prime. And as I flew, dodging laser-fire of friend and foe alike, I felt a new purpose ignite itself within me. Learn, Grow, and Explore.

The New Lancelot Mafia is a Mafia group lead by the Santobello family, with other groups and families as subsidiaries. They are base out of the NLM Santobello, an Assault Carrier that is primarily kept within the Kuiper Cloud at the edge of the system, in a legal grey area where they technically aren't not allowed to exist, as well as various bases and hideouts on moons and asteroids all over the system. The family's primary concerns are a large variety of crime, the more profitable the better, and at the peak of their power, they could go anywhere in the system and were nearly untouchable by The Law, because they had The Laws human leaders in their pocket through blackmail, bribes and threats. However, that all changed when a rogue faction of the family tried to get the planetary governor of Lancelot Prime assassinated, and failed. This triggered a military responce, a campaign so quick and brutal that the NLMs fortified and heavily defended base, the Santobello and its accompanying fleet, was wiped out in a mere three hours.

Name: Wilhelm Morskaven "The Butcher of Fleawalk"
Race: Human Cyborg
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Job: Surgeon
Weapons: Generally doesn't carry one on him, however his robotic arms are equivalent to a Swiss army knife and can pull out several knife's, hacksaws, cleavers, scaples, needles and various other medical tools that could be used in creative (and painful) ways if his life is threatened

Bio: Wilhelm was once a bright eyed young man fresh out of the medical academy with the noble ideal of saving the world. He wandered the sectors for several years with no fixed base, applying his services to clinics in need of some extra hands. This was until he found the Fleawalk, one of the most depraved and impoverished parts of Lancelot and the entire Empire. Wilhelm saw the wretched conditions of those who lived there and knew he had to start a clinic of his own there as it was starkly lacking in doctors. A few years later and Wilhelm realised why this was the case, there was a seemingly never ending line of patients with mortal wounds and suppliers rarely came by to restock his resources as they feared the criminal reputation of the Fleawalk, which was well deserved as his clinic was often broken into. With infinite patients and very finite supplies, Wilhelm was forced to start improvising. Cutting, Hacking, Slashing and Sawing at flesh and bone with the only pain relief for patients being a piece of wood to bite down on and the clothes they bought with them into the clinic to soak up their blood, the mortality rate for the clinic was almost as high as out on the streets. Before too long Wilhelm was approached by a criminal syndicate who offered him a deal, they would give him fresh supplies and better tools from the black market as well as organs and body parts for transplants and in return he gives preferential treatment to the gang members as his patients. The chipper young man that was fresh out of the medical academy would be horrified if he could see where Wilhelm was now. but the man Wilhelm was now saw no other alternative and so he accepted the offer. And with his improvisational hacking and sawing technique coupled with his criminal affiliations he became known as "The Butcher of Fleawalk". With that said, several years after that things got slightly better for the clinic, there was still an ungodly amount of patients and still hardly enough supplies but it was still far better than what he had to work with before, not to mention the acquisition of illegal military grade body enhancements for himself which he found incredibly useful. Unfortunately, the criminal syndicate was eventually busted and its leaders were executed and its other members were sent off to slave colonies. Knowing that there were a million connections leading back to him and not wanting such a fate for himself, he packed his bags and ran. Ran until he spotted an odd looking note, that is.

Personality: Grim outlook on life, enjoys a good conversation and especially with those who share a similar skill set to him, cares for those uncared for by others and don't care much for him, thinks that ethics are for naive children and scoffs at those who have them, fundamentally good

Abilities:
Cyborg Doctor; As stated before, Wilhelm has robotic arms that can pull out various tools. He has also replaced or made additions to much of his mind, giving him a increased mental capacity. His vision is also improved due to eye enhancements, allowing him to work with greater precision in various situations.
Mechanical Medicine: While not as knowledgeable as an engineer, Wilhelm has a good understanding of cyber tech and how it can be adapted to the human body
Improvisation; Wilhelm has developed a knack for thinking on his feet in dire situations. When most doctors would give up, Wilhelm improvises with what he has and takes, often brutal and extreme, action.