Name: Patrick Harding
Race: Human
Appearance: Patrick Harding is a ~6'0" Caucasian male, with long platinum blond hair. Long. It reaches to a few inches above the small of his back. He generally keeps it back in a tight ponytail. When he's feeling lazy, he generally takes it down, although he almost always puts it back up a few minutes later out of annoyance. He's lightly scarred, especially on his hands and forearms, though he generally doesn't speak of why. He stays well-shaven whenever he's able to, keeping his face clean of stubble and stray hairs, as well as his arms, torso, and legs. He has a scar he often looks at, on his dominant left hand, in the shape of a lowercase 'i', a scar strip forming the stem and a small dot of the tissue forming the dot of the letter. God knows how the man hasn't sustained horrifying nervous damage.
Age: 36 Terran years.

History: Patrick Harding was born on one of the hive worlds of the Collective, forced into the cruel reality of the Hive - if you made someone upset, you got shot. His parents and friends made that mistake often, and didn't always survive. To escape that terror, he fled to the safety of the art of technology. He created small gadgets here and there, but they saved him on numerous occasions. Several times his technology took a bullet or a knife that should have taken his life. He rose from the bottom, though, refusing to succumb to the violence wholly. He became known to noncorrupt planetary law enforcement agencies, who took him in and protected him, in return for some of his technology. An upgraded suit of armour here, or a shock-maul with increased voltage - over time, he massively upgraded the police force's capabilities. The hive remained a terrible place, obviously, but order was forged out of that chaos. He eventually caught wind of the Wind Riders, an incredible organization, and eventually came to regard them as a sort of light in the darkness of the world he lived in. He trained, studied, built, and repeated for a considerable amount of time, then attempted to join the organization. He was rejected. He took it less as an order to go away, and more as an order to try again. He tried again the next time the opportunity rolled around, and succeeded.
Personality: Patrick is a bit of an agnostic, not one to deny or follow a certain religious belief or anything similar. He's generally easy-going and cracks jokes, though he's very capable of putting that joking side away and becoming as serious as death. He tries to be easy to get along with, though most of the time he ends up making a fool of himself. Regardless of his playing around, though, he follows the law to the letter and refuses to break it, going some lengths to convince others to follow it as well. He will not, however, physically restrain someone unless he strongly believes that measures should be taken to prevent them from carrying out whatever action they wish to go through with.

Core Belief: Patrick believes that, despite life's violent nature, it's something that should generally be cherished and not erased. Of course, that doesn't stop him from killing if he decides it's necessary in that situation.

Equipment:
Patrick has a large suit of power armor, as well as a high-powered Gauss assault rifle to go with it - think SC2 Marines. He also carries basic hygiene products such as a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hairbrush, and an advanced medical kit. He also carries ammunition for his rifle and a small supply of explosive weaponry, specifically fragmentation and incendiary grenades.
Ship:
Patrick's ship is something of an anomalous thing, barely being able to be called a ship. It's a small ship with a five-man crew quarter, with twin turbolaser turrets on the sides, as well as maneuvering thrusters. It has main thrusters, but they are not as powerful as one would expect. Additionally, it amplifies his magic so it can be used on a far larger scale, light-year-long distances traversed in mere moments.
Magic:
Patrick only has one power, but it is still quite amazing. He has the ability to expand and contract spacetime around him - his main application of this is apparent lightspeed travel, though it also has other uses.

Name: Tanya Gorbechik
Race: Human
Appearance:

Age: 17

History:
Born as a daughter of a minor noble in a backward planet of the Golden Empire, she could have lived a comfortable life far away from any conflict and violence.

Alas, such a life was simply not for her.

She had always been fascinated by the Wind Riders ever since she was little. And she eventually decided that she would join them once she grew up, an oath she ended up keeping.

Even if it meant running away from her home, moving into a different planet entirely just to have the chance of taking their test. She became a stowaway on a cargo ship, using what credits she had under her name to rent the smallest and cheapest apartment in said planet for her new home.

Naturally, it was a far cry from her comfortable home. Not to mention the fact that she had to take a part time job as a mechanic, to support herself.

Not to mention the fact that she needed to have her own spaceship before she would even be allowed to take the entrance test.

And predictably, a spaceship wasn't cheap in the slightest, even the smallest and cheapest one. She couldn't just walk in to the nearest spaceport and buy one. Not with her own credits anyway.

Of course, she had no intention to beg to her parents for it. Especially since she knew very well they would never approve of it, and would just end up sending their servants to this planet to fetch her.

And so her option was only one. To somehow construct her own spaceship, using parts she could get at little to no cost.

Thankfully, she had quite the knowledge on repairing and salvaging abandoned spaceships. At first, it was just textbook knowledge, obtained by her reading all the spaceship-related books that she could get her hands on back when she was still the daughter of a noble. But then, thanks to the guidance and hospitality of the other mechanics of the shop she worked part-time on, that knowledge turned into a practical one. It didn't take long until she was just as good as any of them, and she was able to identify the parts she could use out of the electronics garbage dump located just right behind the shop.

Yes, she picked the shop exactly for that purpose, after she learned no one really cared if anyone would to steal anything from said garbage dump. It was all trash anyways, things the original owners no longer needed.

It was rough, but after six months of hard work, along with some help from the other mechanics who were symphatetic to her goal, she made it nonetheless. Her very own spaceship.

It was really small and tiny. And it could fly. And travel through space as well. No warp capabilities yet though. No one would be dump enough to just throw a really expensive warp device to a garbage dump, even a broken one. They would all be refurbished to be re-sold later.

But it was good enough for her to take the test. And so she did.

And miraculously, she made it in right at her first try.

It turned out that she had quite the talent in her blood for controlling tiny, single person spaceships. Perfect for how the Wind Riders rolled.

And now, after she graduated, she was ready to get into action immediately, as a new heroic member of the Wind Riders.

Only to find out that she had been assigned to a dull patrol mission out of nowhere.

Her disappointment was simply immeasurable.

At the very least, with her new job, she could purchase proper spaceship parts. Her ship was now much better than before, and it could actually warp, which was obviously required for her job (she asked for a front payment to her first job for that very reason, which, thankfully, her superior approved).

Personality:
She is a reserved and quiet person, preferring to keep to herself than mingling with others. She rarely ever smiled, only displaying that look of boredom that was constantly plastered on her face (it only got worse after she was assigned her patrol mission). She had an analytical mind, preferring to assess the situation before jumping into action. She was quite the stubborn person, never wanting to compromise her own personal goals.

Core Belief:
She looked up to the Wind Rider as heroes. She had a strong belief of punishing evildoers and promoting good. She believed in a universal tenet of morality that everyone, no matter where they were from, should follow.

Naturally, said morality came from what her parents taught her over the years.

Equipment:
Her preferred choice for weaponry was a simple laser handgun and a laser knife. As for her armor, she wore a miniature energy shield generator under her clothes, giving her protection while allowing ease of movement at the same time.

Ship:
Her ship was terribly small, as it was literally just a one cockpit vehicle. And it was terribly cramped, with the control stick located right between her legs. The panels, screens, and, buttons were located above her, easily reachable by her hands. Indeed, she drove the ship while somewhat in a lying down position.

All that was necessary to make the most compact one-man ship possible.

On the outside, the ship was painted dark red, and it was equipped with laser guns to the sides, missiles from below, and even a main laser cannon coming out from the pointed front. It was also equipped with the state-of-the-art stealth capability, and its maneuveribility was simply superior to any other ships out there.

Unfortunately, defense-wise, the shield generator was terribly weak. It would go offline in just one or two minor hits. Clearly, you were not supposed to get hit in the first place.

Magic:
She was capable of using some stealth magic, mainly invisibility and muffle sound. She could combine it with her ship's stealth capability, allowing her ship to not show up in any conventional radar while being actually invisible and absolutely silent in the real world.

Name: Chiran Endoz
Race:Human
Appearance:
A dark skinned human male with dark caramel skin-tone, short cobalt blue hair, and orange eyes. He's of a pretty athletic build which was cultivated due to him wanting to be fit to win fights and do all sorts of exploration. He dresses casually in a semi-scruffy navy blue duster with some various patches and decorations added to it over a t-shirt and space blue jeans with some sturdy boots. Within his coat and on his utility belt he carries all sorts of gizmos that mainly are there to channel his magic through to do things with.

History:
He was being semi-orphaned on the aquatic moon, Tirina. En route to a neighboring planet, an attack by alleged space pirates, that is actually thought to be a splinter group Mythless, leaves the ship damaged and everyone scrambling to the escape pods. Tirina is where his pod would land, and he ended up crashing in the wilderness next to a beach. He would run through the streets until he met with the family of a future friend who would take care of him until he was reunited with a relative. Having gotten used to Tirina, he refused to leave the moon and continue growing up there.

Years later Chiran would grow up and do various things. One of them being developing his latent magical talent. When he was alone on Tirina, he had found a cavern filled with odd rocks that glowed and seemed to hum when in his presence. He'd find a mentor with a retired Wind Rider. There Chiran would learn he is one of the lucky few to be a true a mage. From there he'd learn more about the art of magic, piloting, fighting, and some other useful skills. The romanticism and thrilling tales from the mentor would guide him to seriously thinking about joining the Wind Riders.

Personality:
Chiran's early experience has definitely scarred him. while he's capable of being friendly, he finds himself with difficulty opening up to people and he has given him certain iciness at times. On the other hand he finds himself with a vagrant's soul. Early on he knew that the universe was large and mysterious. Furthermore one of the few comforts he had when he was alone was just taking in the sites of Tirina. Had it been different circumstances, it would have been quite nice just wandering the wilderness of Tirina. Chiran possesses a rather unsurprising enmity towards the Mythless. Not only were they suspected of this very traumatic incident he had experienced, but now they were an actual threat to him due to his status as a mage.

Core Belief: Be fickle as the wind.
While some may bemoan the current calm the Wind Riders face, he doesn't mind it all. The relative lack of duties to has mean he could follow his whims and drift like a leaf in the galactic winds fairly stress free. This also extends to how he may decide to take up tasks however lucrative or non-lucrative they may be.

Equipment:
Given his magic, he carries a handful of gizmos that attune to that. However the most important/used things would be: his space smartphone device that enables communication, navigation, and lets him access data. His cast-gun, shields, and metallic bottle filled with energy drink.

Ship: The Golden Leaf
Chiran acquired this ship during a salvage mission. It was a derelict found floating in a scrapfield. It has since been retrofitted and remodeled to make it spaceworthy. It has the basics to support him and some other crew members. Most importantly it has a hybrid engine that allow him to channel his own magic to fuel it. Currently he flies alone but is willing to pick up people to travel with him if they're agreeable. It is cylindrical in shape with drab brown paint save for a logo on the side of a large gold leaf drifting from a tree.

Magic:
Chiran mainly sticks to using augmentative magic to go with hand to hand fighting skills on top of channeling it through devices that are attuned to mages. Such as charging his gun, operating small drone like machinery, and fueling the engine of his ship.