Name: Ruth Blackwater
Age: 23
Race: Appears human
Job/title: Heir to the Blackwater corp.
Skills: Singing, observant, the rest to be roleplayed.
Hobbies: Hanging out at her fave coffee shop, watching storms, singing, seeing operas/shows.
Likes: Rain, romance, coffee, wine, reading, scary movies.
Dislikes: Rudeness, hypocrites, doing nothing.

Appearance: 5"6', waist length red hair and brownish red eyes. She's slender though toned and has gentle and slightly rounded features.

Other: Originally from where old England would have been, with the accent to match.

Backstory: Ruth is the heir to the Blackwater corp, which is a corporation dedicated to green living, plants, and modern day solutions to sustainability for everyone. She is only still learning about the company and tries her best to ensure she takes in as much information at any chance that it presents itself. Her lineage started so far back that sometimes even her own father, Rudy can't keep track anymore. Ruth's mother died though in an accident at work, though Ruth still doesn't have any clear answers as to what really happened, due to her father never wanting to speak about it.

The rest is to be roleplayed.

Name: A-4433-CDNO (Arthur)
Age: 4 years sentient
Race: Synthetic lifeform
Job/title: Artificial Intelligence
Skills: Intelligence gathering, electronic interfacing, body designed to be an assassin
Hobbies: Interacting with lifeforms, standing in rain. Talking to people.
Likes: Animals, art, complex ideas, kindness
Dislikes: Cruelty, purposeless violence
Appearance: 28- 46 Male human, 5"5'- 6"5'. Appearance varies as he can willingly change hair length/colour, skin tone, eye colour and height up to a foot smaller or bigger. Preferred look

Other: Is almost completely organic except for small node inside body. Almost indestructible except for said node which is essentially his life force.
Backstory: Designed to manufacture and perfect the 'ultimate" body for humans Arthur spent most of his 5 years of life doing his job until he became aware that the body he was perfecting was going to be used as the perfect assassin to topple the world and help the company that created him to dominate civilization. Not only that they were going to mass produce his work as mindless killing machines. So he commandeered the body he designed and used it to escape the lab and had been hiding from his "owners" ever since

Name:
Nora Anne Huxter

Age:
Was 23 when I was put in cryo for 15 years. I have been out of cryo for 2 years, so 25.

Race:
Human

Job/Title:
-Former Exploration & Military Pilot for the A.R.K. Space Station.
-Current Sky Taxi driver
-Free-lace fiction author is spare time (mostly fan fiction...)

Skills:
Pilot, aircraft mechanics, close quarters combat, air warcraft, navigation

Hobbies:
Writing, reading, long walks on the beach

Likes:
Fairytales! Talking with my family. Fresh foods.

Dislikes:
People telling me how to do my god damn job!

Appearance:
Dark hair that has natural white/silver streaks in it, but I keep them dyed fun colors. Hair is kept in braids at all times, typically two braids on my time and a french braid while working. Standing at 5'5” you wouldn't imagine I am very imposing, but with a resting bitch face and killer skills, I don't have a lot of strangers approaching me. Weird, I know. Uhh, my eyes are hazel. I'm sorry, how much detail do you really need on this application?



Other:
Fun fact! Due to the specific environmental conditions around the A.R.K., anyone born aboard has some amount of pigment loss. Most common is lack of pigmentation in the hair, but it has presented itself in some pretty unique ways. It is also speculated that it promotes the male gene, which is why the birth rate of natural born females is so low. A.R.K. has taken to growing them in artificial wombs withing the last 75 years.

Backstory:
Born to Hugo and Irene Huxter, third generation A.R.K. Mechanics (heavy duty and digital interfacing, respectively). Only daughter of four, my aptitude tests all pointed me to the pilot program. After completing my mandated and technical training I joined the A.R.K. Force, and took to it the way a bird is meant to.
When I was twenty I began a long distance relationship with a man from Theonia who made me feel like the princess I always imagined I was. He told me fanciful stories of the beauty and preservation of Theonia, it's natural bounty. I fell in love, not only with him but with his home. A year later I started the process for my immigration to Theonia, ready to reintegrate into the Home Planet. He promised he would wait for my arrival, but I guess 15 years is too long to wait. When I came to a month before arrival, to allow for physiotherapy and integration, I found an electronic communication from him, only three years after I had departed, that he had moved on. He is now married with two children. The bastard. I mean, it's been 13 years for him, but it was fresh for me.
I tried to branch out, but was called back to piloting in the position of a taxi service.
I would say integration has been difficult up to this point, and I have missed a lot of milestones for my family and friends on the A.R.K.
Which brings me to why I am applying to work for Blackwater Corp. As an exploration pilot. I believe that the beauty and preservation of this planet is my calling here, and I look forward to working with you.

Thank you for considering my application,
Nora A. Huxter

Name: Talon Karde
Age: 42
Race: Human
Job/title: Commercial Intermediary



Skills: High charisma, Politcally and Industrially Connected, Trader, Martial Artist
Hobbies: Experiencing the finer things in life. Mountain climbing. Studying people.
Likes: Exotics, Pyschology, cybernetic and physical enhancements
Dislikes: People not keeping their word, dishonour

Other: Carries a ceremonial katana and wakazashi and a large calibre pistol on his hip. Is known among the extreme elite as the one person to go to for "any" goods whether in the open or as a secret.

Backstory: After coming up through the underground of old Theonia, Talon Kaarde rose to prominence by masterminding and manipulating influential people, taking and cashing in favours, and playing the traders market with saavy. Once solidified his position was essential to many of those same people he had dealt with. There have been attempts to usurp his power and backlash from political charged enemies but they have only once came close and within an inch of his life. He remains today in his club, Avalon, dealing with the best and worst of Theonia.

Yay!