Name: Silas Cross

Alias: Shade

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance:


6'2", 190lbs, Athletic build, Black Hair, Brown Eyes

Age: 42

Equipment:

-Shade's Skin - A custom set of Hybrid armor providing protection and flexibility equipped with a small jet pack to allow Silas more maneuverability on the battlefield
-Assault Carbine - Cartridge style rifle using 7.62 rounds
-Death's Grasp - Custom Cartridge pistol sporting 50 caliber rounds
-Plasma Knife

Personality:

As an old soldier and battle hardened merc Silas has spent the majority of his life on one battlefield or another. But he didn't get here by luck Silas is calculating and cool headed preferring to plan out things beforehand and always has a Plan B in case things go bad. But Silas is not cold he values his Comrades willing to abandon a mission to save one of his own and making a point to never leave a man behind if at all possible. Silas cares for the Legion and even has a plaque in his room naming the fallen so that they will never be forgotten. He can come off as very direct and isn't known to directly lie to a comrade's face.

Bio:

Silas was born on Mars to a poor family. While growing up every day was a struggle to survive and it wasn't long before he had to turn to thievery to even survive, and before long the young boy had a long rap sheet with the local police. And by the age of fourteen he was on his way to juvenile hall, but instead of his sentence Silas choose an alternative and was signed up for the Military Academy. And for the first time in his life Silas had a purpose in life and something to achieve.

During his years at the SSA Military Academy Silas made a big impression. He worked himself nearly to death training to become a soldier leaving his peers behind and impressing his supervisors. When he was 18 Silas graduated the Academy with top marks ready to do his finest for the SSA. And he would do that for the next eight years.
Over his eight years of service in the SAA army Silas served on the front line in many small battles. He even served in the two years of skirmishes against the Hissho, over the control of some outlying colonies that were far from worth the loss of life to hold them. And in the end the SSA were defeated leaving the colonies to the Hissho. Although he had been doubting the SSA already, the loss of the colonies after so much blood shed just didn't feel right. There were so many opportunities to reduce casualties and save civilians, but his orders always seemed to be to kill never to help. The SSA's disregard for life didn't sit well with Silas and he soon left the SAA and disappeared off the grid.

Silas spent the next 7 years working for the Kain's Wrath Mercenary company in Collective space. During this time he learned about alien cultures and spent time learning their tactics. His time in Kain's Wrath took Silas back to his days of childhood as the mercenary group was little more than thugs on a galactic scale. And after his 7 years Silas had a bit of a falling out with Kain's Wrath made his way back into UGC space ready to return to human society.

But Silas didn't return alone he came back to the UGC with Sven, a Vandrell Merc that he meet while in Kain's Wrath and sided with Silas during his argument with Kain. The two of them would become the founding members of the Crimson legion and would spend the next 9 years building the Mercenary group from the ground up. And under Silas' lead the Crimson Legion has become one of the most well known Mercenary groups in UGC space.

Relationships:

Sven - "That old hunk of Junk is probably one of the best pilots around, that and a damn good mechanic without him Legion's End would be a derelict by now. He can be a bit annoying at times but it is meant in a good way. Really have to get him to download a damned targeting program for his main body."

Gerry - "Luckily he is straightforward, if that old gorilla talked in riddles I would never figure out what he meant. That said his Straightforwardness makes it hard for him to lie strait to your face and you can take his comments and opinions at face value. That said he is strong and will do what he needs to in order to complete the mission."

Cyne - "That kid is a soldier at his core. Probably seen things he doesn't want to talk about... But then again who hasn't. That being said he is one of the good ones and you can count on him when he is needed. Flexible in a fight and willing to change tactics on the go. But never mention his Hamster "Mr. Squeaky" I really didn't know it was there..."

Gaz - "Gaz's reputation alone has brought in more potential contracts than I would of ever thought. He is nearly a monster on the battlefield and as long as I can keep him reigned in he is a valuable asset. That being said he has shown a sort of Honor in his fighting, never leaving a wounded man behind even throwing his massive armored hide in the way of incoming fire. He is definitely more trustworthy than most of his kind, but then again a cat is more trustworthy than normal Fungai."

Macklyn - "The rookie knows how to shoot that's for sure. Don't know if he has ever really been part of a team and it seems he still is looking out for himself more than the good of the group. Hopefully that will change, he could really become a valuable asset if he decides to stick around."

Name: Sventillus Septimus Hamkito

Alias: Sven (becasue yeah not typing that name ever again)

Gender: Male

Species: Vandrell

Appearance:


6'9", 300 lbs, blue lights for eyes

Age: 78

Equipment:

-Plasma Rifle (Shown in picture above)
-Reinforced Titanium armoring
-Shotgun Knees - 12 gauge shot 6 rounds per knee. (more useful than it sounds and awesome)
-MACK - Sven's assistance droid. The little guy serves as a second pair of hands for Sven and will usually stay on the Legion's End while Sven is away on mission to monitor the ship and its instruments

Personality:

Being relatively young for an "Ascended" Vandrell Sven is a bit of a smart ass. He has a very sarcastic personality and tries to crack a joke whenever possible. But he is friendly and easy to get along with if you can stand to deal with him.

Bio:

Sventillus Septimus Hamkito was born 38th in line to take the Vandrell throne, but with his great grandfather being an Ascended this meant little to nothing as it would probably be at least two thousand years before he would even have a shot at the throne. knowing this Sven gave little care to being groomed as a prince and decided to live his life to his own will. Even as a young lad he was very interested with tinkering with things and would tear anything he could get his hands on apart just so he could put it back together.

As Sven grew so did his passion and by the age of 8 he was a decent mechanic and even opted into early military service. He would spend most of the rest of his natural life aboard Hissho War Ships serving as one of the live in mechanics to keep the fleet moving. This time of service included the First Contact War in which Sven quickly found out he was a terrible shot and really had no business being on the front lines of a war. But that didn't discourage the little Vandrell and he continued to take on assignments near the front where his skills as a mechanic would be most needed. In one battle near the end of the war Sven found his second calling. Pinned behind enemy lines their ship shot down Sven did all the could to make the ship airworthy again, once the ship was in a condition where they could flee Sven ended up having to fly the ship as the pilot had been killed and the soldiers either couldn't or were to busy keeping the humans at bay. His first flight was glorious a quick shot from behind enemy lines saving 8 soldiers and bringing them back to allied territory. But unfortunately his first landing was a crash and although the crew survived Sven was gravely injured.

The next time Sven woke he was an Assended his consciousness transferred into a robotic body. And at the young age of 27 at that. Within a year the war would end although Sven would never make his way back to the front. Instead after recovering he would spend the next few years learning to truly pilot a ship using his robotic enhancements to improve his skills quickly.

Later on Sven would join Kain's Wrath as a pilot and mechanic for some of their ships. It was there that Sven meet the curious human Silas and the two would grow to be fast friends. And it was Sven who stole a ship to rescue Silas after Kain had found the Merc skimming Credits from jobs and the two made their way to Human space to get away from Kain's reach. It has been 9 years since then and luckily Kain hasn't sent anyone after the two yet, and they even have managed to make a pretty reputable mercenary company of their own. But if there is anything Sven has learned in his last 51 years within his mechanical body it is he is still a horrible shot.

Relationships:

Silas - "Silas is the same crazy old bastard he has ever been. Wouldn't still be following him around if he hadn't pulled my ass out of the fire countless times. But the old fool it to trusting thinking everyone he hires will follow him to hell and back."

Gerry - "One of our more interesting companions. He is smarter than he looks and is quite interesting to have a conversation with. Note to self I really have to track down a Garundin translator program so I can really pick his brain."

Cyne - "Reminds me of some of the old Hisshian boys from my old unit. He is good in a fight and can easily hold his own in most situations. And he has been around for quite a while longer than most others. Why did Silas have to eject that damned Hamster...."

Gaz - "How has that walking death trap not died yet? Crazy in a fight and doesn't seem to have many marbles rattling around in that head of his. But I shouldn't make him angry saw him rip that one guy in half once... I don't want that to happen to me."

Macklyn - "A tinkerer after my own heart. Although he went for modifying things instead of fixing them its close enough. Maybe I should have him try to make a few upgrades for my armor?"

Name: Cyne Zarubin

Alias: Spyglass

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance:

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Age: 32

Equipment:

• Custom light-armor fatigues. Installed with electronic warfare and communications equipment, as well as optical camouflage.
• Multi-purpose high-powered sniper rifle, shotgun (dependent on mission parameters), suppressed pistol, and a combat knife.
• A sarcastic combat and utility drone called Pathfinder.

Personality: Cyne has been though quite a bit in a matter of years prior before joining up with the legion. Once a more pure, optimistic and supporting type of individual with a sense of duty, Cyne's psyche took an unfortunate downward spiral, taking on a cold loner persona driven by contempt which resulted in his removal from the SSA military. Thankfully, through continuous depression therapy sessions, Cyne eventually returned to his former ways but in turn, carrying over many of his grim revised actualities as well. Having trained as a soldier, he tends to look for the value of someone based on their skills, while trying his best to look past the personality quirks and tendencies of others.

Trained as a solider, Cyne understands the value and necessity in working as a group and will go out of his way to assist a comrade in need. This is also true in the case of how he views innocent non-combatants. He can however be aggressive and cold at times regarding certain subjects and scenarios and even speaking his mind to get his point across. Whether he himself realizes it or not, he takes some kind of unusual satisfaction of eliminating his enemies.

Bio: Born to a near low class family, Cyne lived a somewhat normal childhood; had good home, plenty of friends, and decent grades. One day his father, whom was a Scout at one time, taught Cyne how to camp, hunt, and live off the wilderness. The occasional camping and hunting trips every so often had peaked Cyne’s further interest and eventually like father, like son, Cyne quickly got the hang of living outdoors and practically excelled at it.

Many years later, Cyne would graduate at his colony's university with an A.A.S. degree and join up with the SSA military, believing that he could make a real impact through ensuring security and safety through human-held worlds. Through his time in the SSA Military academy and eventually through training, Cyne would soon discover his newfound career as a sniper, thanks in part to his survivalist taught demeanor. While only seeing a few tours, Cyne had further honed his skills, taking charge of communications and working with a reconnaissance drones while fighting in numerous combat zones, marking enemy targets and positions for elimination.

Much of the action he participated in typically involved him with fending off unwanted pirates and crushing the occasional unruly insurrectionists threatening to destabilize regions in SSA territory. Tragically during one fateful engagement, Garret’s childhood friend whom paired up with him in the same unit, met his grisly end after pushing Cyne out of the way an incoming of mortar round. The loss apparently changed Cyne’s outlook on life and slowly eroded his perception of justice, driving him forward with vengeful determination.

Unfortunately, Cyne would eventually found himself being kicked out of the SSA military through a court martial after putting his personal vendetta ahead of his orders. While the fateful mission he participated was ultimately a success, his actions put many of his fellow operators into unnecessary risk, some even receiving serious by passable injuries as a result. Cyne soon fell into a depressive state after coming to terms with what he had done. He took seminars to rehabilitate himself though he had hardly found the relief he really needed. However that was not to say that it didn't at least inspire him. Utilizing his academic skills from his university years, Cyne created himself his own drone, built around the framework of a SSA hovering droid and programmed with a personality of its own.

What he had finally constructed was someone - or specifically something that he could relate to and converse with. While the Cyne he was before had seemingly died along with his friend, the person that he was now stood above his past convictions and conceived renewed purpose. Looking to make a difference that he saw fit through his trained skills with his time with the SSA, Cyne did the best thing he could think of; becoming a mercenary. This eventually lead him to signing on with the Crimson Legion and thus far saying with outfit currently for more than six years.

Relationships:
Silas Cross - "Silas kinda reminds me of my old squad leader to a certain degree. He evokes plenty of, positive memories, during my service with the SSA. However it is to my understanding it didn't play out similar for him. Quite the opposite in fact. Nevertheless, he's someone I can trust and willingly get behind...except when it comes to caring and handling beloved pet hamsters..."

Sventillus Septimus Hamkito - "I like Sven. He has that personality I can get along with quite well. I've found his set of technical skills very impressive; he would prove useful logistically...can't say the same about his shooting, unfortunately. I'll seriously need pull him aside one of these days to hold a gun right."

Therak oz Mizol ost nil Gerad - "Gerry's rather straightforward and wouldn't seem like the type to beat around the bush. I can respect that. His cultural morality however is something I can't get a bead on; he seems, maybe, too accepting of certain situations. Still, his skills will be handy to have on board."

Macklyn Setzyr - "He seems to know his way around this kind of business, much better than I do even. A very good shot from what I hear and quite resourceful too. I can't help but feel that there is, something a tad off with Macklyn; his commitment perhaps?"

Ghazruk Krushklaw - "I can't deny Gaz's uncanny efficiency in causing mayhem, nor can I ignore his out-weighing experience. He's a valuable asset, however one that will need to be monitored...within one-hundred, meters at least."

Name: Macklyn Setzyr
Alias: The Gunslinger (on his home world)
Gender: Male
Species: Human



Age: 38

Equipment:

Twin oversized .45 Revolvers called Ebony and Ivory.


• Ebony is a metalic black revolver with white and silver  telekinesis rune engraved upon its hilt that allows Macklyn to curve his shots from it. He claims a bullet perfectly curved from Ebony will travel in a loop for eternity and jokes he's never had the time to prove it.
• Ivory is a metalic while revolver with a gold and black velocity rune engraved upon its hilt. Shots fired from Ivory have the unique property of slowly accelerating to the limits of the physical laws of the cosmos if given enough distance to do so.
• Long Black duster equipped with automated ammo loaders installed beneath the cuff of each sleeve which allows Macklyn to reload Ebony and Ivory by twirling the revolvers around his trigger fingers.

Ship:


The Lancer's Equipment:

• Short Range Jump Drive
• Two wing mounted missile bays: Typical payload of 3 dumb fire missiles in each bay.
• Two plasma fire repeater cannons: Deployable from each side of the nose that fire in alternating pattern.
• Small cargo hold capable of storing a single ton payload.

Bio:

Born at the edge of civilized space on a dusty unnamed planet, Macklyn Setzyr grew up fending for himself in a near lawless frontier environment. Colonists fought for control over territory and violence was a part of everyday life.  At a young age Macklyn became determined to amass enough wealth to leave his unnamed home and set out for the core planets where, as the stories told, he could live a life of peace and prosperity on his own terms.  He taught himself how to smith extraordinary frontier weapons and vehicles out of the raw and rare materials found around him and sold his works to the warring colonies with complete disregard to each of the colonies practices.

As his craftsmanship grew so too did his skill with his own weapons and he gained somewhat of a reputation for being a deadly gunslinger. Time after time Macklyns rivals would attempt to assassinate him to acquire his assets and time after time Macklyn stood over a body riddled with holes. One had to learn how to fight to survive on the frontier worlds and dedication to mastering marksmanship came second only to gunsmithing in Macklyns mind.  After some time it became known: To cross Macklyn would mean certain death. Unchallenged, his war profiteering became somewhat of an enterprise and Macklyn used his relative wealth to acquire rare off planet materials and pay a rune crafter to realize his ultimate creations, Ebony and Ivory, named to symbolize his neutrality as he sees power in both the dark and the light.

The time eventually came where he could afford the necessary components to finish construction of his ship, The Lancer, of which he put just as much dedication as he did his beloved firearms. He set off to reach the core worlds jumping from system to system on an agonizingly long trip. The Lancer had only a small jump drive and he'd often have to stop, take on an odd job here or there to purchase the fuel required for the next jump. Sometime's he'd simply steal the fuel if he found some unguarded and sometimes he'd take search and rescue contracts and earn an honest wage. After months of living out of his Lancer he finally approached his destination but upon reaching civilized space he found it to be completely unlike his imagination built it to be.  It was hardly different from his home planet and securing a place in society would be just as, if not more, difficult. Lamenting the fact that there was no paradise waiting over the horizon, he had no choice but to make a life for himself with the only skills he had and thus he joined the Crimson Legion hoping his combat savvy, comfort in a fighter and knowledge of frontier society would keep him employed long enough to figure out who he is and what he wants out of life.

Personality:

When Macklyn puts his mind to something he sees it through with almost obsessive dedication. The problem is that after discovering the promises of the core worlds were fantasies, he's lost all direction in life. He's unsure what's deserving of his dedication. He's lost, looking for a purpose. To mask his identity crisis he practices being charismatic and optimistic but its a facade and when pressed his true personality shines through to reveal a rough and blunt pragmatic realist.

While he puts an effort into being cooperative and loyal, he struggles to resist a potentially profitable offer.

Relationships:

Silas: "The Bossman shoots his words from the hip as they say. Man's gotta' respect that. He speaks true an' got no time for games. Makes him bad a poker but one helluva leader."

Sven: "That guy is hilarous! I don't get why everyone rolls their eyes when he cracks a joke. I admire his flying too. Come to pondrin' it though, I can't tell if Sven's got piloting in his blood or if it's some sort'a programmed reflexes. One way or 'nother I sure hope when I'm in my Lancer the two of us can find a rhythm"

Gerad: "Oh yeah he's one of them Spider-Gorillas? Knew a few back home. Always cookin' under the sun, the ones I knew, but never complained about the heat either. Garad's the same and that's a good thing. I like the way he thinks. Makes sweet lemonade with rotten tomatoes and I s'pose we all aught'a take a page from his book."

Cyne: "I dunno about that guy. Hard to line my irons on that one. His talent ain't nothing to underestimate at but... I dunno just... something about that twinkle in his eye when he takes down a baddie I s'pose. Bossman said we gotta trust him though, so I do, especially in a fight.

Gaz: "I ain't never seen no Fungai b'fore. What a sight. Down right magnificent beast he is. I dunno but seems t' me if the heat gets hot all we gotta' do is shove a firecracker up his ass, blame the guys we aim t' kill and Gaz will take care of the rest. Plus you know I gotta respect that gear of his. I know he wasn't over burdened with an abundance of education so how does it work so well? It just does... Is it weird to think of it as art?"

Name: Lito Fraux

Alias: Overwatch

Gender: Male

Species: Hissho

Appearance:



6'3" 230 Lbs

Age: 63

Equipment:






Personality: Lito is exactly as an Old Hissho should be, Grumpy stern, and a pit loud when angered. His years of service in the Hissho military has left its mark, as even in his old age Lito is still a very fit and able to keep up with the younger generations.

Bio:
Lito was born a military brat both of his parents served in The Collective's military services. This lead to him hopping from one place to the next as his parents were resigned to different sectors within The Collective. This lead to him never really having a home and got him into a bit of trouble while growing up. But that little trouble maker side was soon beat out of him when he was enrolled in a prestigious Military Academy within the collective.

Up till the age of 15 (adulthood for the Hissho) Lito attended the academy slowly being molded into what the Hissho would consider the perfect soldier. Leaving the academy at the rank of Lieutenant Lito was almost instantly thrown on the front lines as the "First Contact War" had been going on for two years and The Collective needed any troops they could to fight the lines. It wouldn't be long before Lito meet humans in combat and he fought many battles in the last year of the war before peace was negotiated. Unlike many Hissho Lito never grew a hatred for humans during the war but more of a respect for them. Despite The Collective's Technological advantage the Humans were able to hold their own and that meant something.

Lito would spend the next 35 years in the Hissho military making his way up to the rank of Captain and was even in charge of his own ship. During his Military career lito was noted for being an excellent swordsmen with the reputation of blood being spilled every time he was forced to draw his blade. And although Melee combat was his specialty Lito was a decent shot and a very good tactician.

But all things must come to an end and Lito's time with The Collective Military ended with one "confrontation" with a superior officer. Disregarding an order during combat with a group of pirates Lito moved his ship out of formation to better attack the pirate flagship. This lead to a group of pirates slipping through the Collective's lines and ended up destroying a smaller medical cruiser. Lito would of faced court martial if his actions hadn't also lead to the crippling of the Pirates flagship and their defeat in the battle. But that didn't stop the Admiral from taking out the loss of the Medical ship on Lito. Although Lito avoided Court Martial he was still discharged from the Collective Military leaving that life behind.

Lito took his discharge as a sign that his time with war was over and spent the next 4 years in retirement. But "That shit was Boring" and it wasn't long before Lito dawned his armor and took to the fields of battle once again this time as a Mercenary. Its been 9 years since Lito started his career as a Merc, he spent the first 4 years either Solo or moving from crew to crew but has spent the past 5 years with the Crimson Legion. Although getting up in years now and not being as agile as he once was Lito still does field work when Silas lets him although most of the time he is on recon and Intelligence for upcoming missions. Lito has spent the last Six Months on the planet Precolis gathering Intel on "The Four Horsemen" and in preparation for the Legion to come in and take out their targets he has been working with the resistance forces teaching them gorilla warfare tactics and other tactical advice to help them combat the Horsemen and their lackeys.

Relationships:

Name: Sergey Roman Georgiy
Alias: "Tank"
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Appearance: (preferred pic as long as it matches the Species)



5'10 260 lbs, muscled (not body builder muscle) body, brown hair, blue eyes.

Age: 29
Equipment:
- Weapon(s)
- Bayonet
- Stun Baton

- STRM "Getex" Long Barrel Railgun (MAG RAIL SNIPER RIFLE) - holographic/medium range scope /w Bayonet fixture.



- Aurorex Armory Double Barrel shotgun (Saw off) - 8 gauge



- STRM "Swat Special" Compact Assault rifle 5.56 with holographic sight



- Armor
- Remos Armory SWAT EOD Armor - Modified - A suit of EOD armor (Mix of Carbon Fiber and metal) With more Metal armor added to the front, and carbon added to the back to cushion explosions.



- Modified Riot Shield - A Sturdy Metal Riot shield with a cut out of the top that seems perfect for a large rifle. with small pockets for ammunition and secondary firearms



Personality:
- Typically a happy individual, Sergey is seen as a honorable person, taking allegiances aside to keep innocents alive as what he has done serving in a rapid response
police force. Mainly a head on guy, he takes a direct approach with his fights. Trying to soak as much fire and attention so that his allies can flank or maneuver around to take out
hostile targets or secure innocent targets safety. He usually does not use his weapons as a lethal force, typically using his Mag Rifle as a terror weapon at close ranges. If needed he does have more lethal options such as a shotgun and compacted assault rifle for when he is overwhelmed or his allies/innocents are in danger of most kinds.

- Outside of combat, he is rather calm, trying to stay to his routine of eating certain points of the day, keeping an 'light' exercise regime before going to do other things. Usually can be found watching soap opera's, doing metal work or finding something else to do to spend his time. He is generally friendly, open and kind to most around him. If something needs done, he will usually do it, he is extremely work oriented.

Bio: (Minimum of 3 paragraphs, must include some sort of military or combat background)

Being from the outer rim he lived in the KoT with his mother being a secretary, and his father a police officer in a cities force.From a young age Sergey was a strong person, playing contact sports, getting into fights, and becoming a wrestler in school. He was suspended several times during his primary and secondary schooling. When he was almost out of school, he was able to gradate early not due to smarts, but because he just wanted to get done with it. When learning he had to go back to school or join the military to becoming a police officer, he decided to go to school as he was still below the age for the military or local defense force. Once finished with a lesser degree, he got married, and joined the police.

He enjoyed his time in the police, after several years, he did break some of his bad habits, like fighting constantly, breaking things when he was angry, and drinking. Several years into his line of work, he became a swat officer out of boredom. Eventually when he was placed into schooling, he exited the back of his vehicle before it was blown up with three of his squad mates behind him. He was placed into hospital for minor things and was in a coma for several days. It was months before allowed to go back to work, so he was able to be trained for a new role he desired to be. An EOD, with the remaining swat unit he was in.

Recently, he was laid off for drinking again, a father who hasn't met his daughter and divorced. Seeing not much else to do since he was mainly shunned in his home city, he joined the Crimson Legion. More so out of wanderlust then anything. He is completely new to the legion, but he was recruited into it for his work in the police force swat team and skills at defusing and possibly fusing explosive devices of many kinds.

Relationships:
Mother - Olga R. Georgiy
Father - Alexi Georgiy
Ex-Wife - Hailey Ness
Daughter - Catherine Ness
Rachel (some accountant or HR rep or something) - Friend who recommended him to the Crimson Legion.