Marlowe is of average height, with dark hair and dark eyes. His build is rather slim, and he tends to wear thick, insulated clothes to deal with the harsh environment on The Cathartes, since the ship is roughshod and ramshackle, you never know if the temperature will drop into freezing due to heating coils needing to be replaced. The same issue happens in the cockpit of the junkpile, and his normal suit is insulated as well to deal with the lack of temperature regulation in the cockpit. Because of this, he will rarely pilot with his helmet off.

The other reason constantly covering his body is to hide the various scars he has received from the Cyber-Newtype experiments he went through in U.C. 86-87. He considers himself lucky to leave the Augusta Newtype Labs.

Marlowe fits the classic Gundam idealistic kid with a major exception: he's older and he has seen how bad things can get on both sides. Beneath his idealistic character is a person who has been heavily scarred by the sins of both the Federation and Zeon. His faith in the spirit of humanity will be tested throughout the story, as even though he has escaped the major influences of the Earth-based colonies, corruption, cruelty, and violence still exist out in the rim. And he still has no idea the dangers that the Jupiter Empire poses.

His custom support mech, kindly named the Junkpile, is a hodge-podge of salvaged and re-purposed parts. The head module is that of a repaired Rick Dias from the Gryps War, and the body is of a GM-III. The arms and legs appear to be unarmored pieces of a GM-II or a Nemo. On the back of the suit is a large mechanical winch system; which can be fired and retracted. The back also has two smaller retro-boosters, allowing for some space maneuverability. However, due to its equipment, the Junkpile falls short of even a Zaku II in combat maneuverability. The one saving grace is the winch system, which allows Marlowe to rocket around debris fields with rapid speed, as long as he has something to tether his MS to. Since the Junkpile is meant for breaking down ships and debris, it is not armored for combat, and therefore is not suited for normal combat sorties.

The march of time and his mostly sedentary workload has left Disker with a a bit of flab that is luckily hidden by the layers of clothing he wears. Though it's not as if that is the only purpose of his daily wardrobe, for the on-board mechanics of the Cathartes should always look their best. This professional uniform he self-prescribed is composed of a pair of white dress pants, a maroon tie, a pair of elevated leather shoes, a feldgrau dress shirt, and a jacket with a personalized emblem pinned on his left shoulder. Due to the lack of readily available barbers in space, he has elected to simply grow out his hair.

When the need of his Mobile Suit arises, he dons his old Titans space suit. An important detail to note is the distinct lack of insignia and ranks on said space suit, as Disker has long disregarded the short-lived traditions and institutions of the Titans.

On the surface, the Universal Century's wars have always been between the Federation and Zeon, with splinter groups forming from the two factions spicing things up every now and then. However, the big manufacturing companies have always been just as important as they supply weapons to every side able to meet their price. Disker Isaacs' embodies the values of duplicity and opaqueness these companies are known for.

Disker initially fought all of his battles within the world of corporate espionage. Running from a mystery shrouded past, the only details he willingly shares with his present day comrades are the facts that he worked under the Titans' Augusta and Oakland labs Mobile Suit R&D divisons, that he proudly sabotaged the Titans before joining the Voltus Salvage Company, and that he was nearly stabbed to death because of that previous fact. Any further details of his past may or may not reveal themselves during the roleplay.

By the time the Titans started to fall apart at the end of the Gryps conflict, Disker had secretly smuggled a few of their manufacturing projects to an undisclosed warehouse with the support and at the behest of a secret sponsor. However, he had kept one unit for himself after offloading the rest of the stolen mobile weapons: A RMS-106CS Hizack Custom.

In a post-war world, having a high-end Mobile Suit would not be the easiest to maintain. Luckily, the Hizack Custom's mixed design foundations enables it to integrate most scrap parts the Cathartes might find between the Zeon and Federation wreckages. Its Sniper Beam Launcher is able to draw directly from the Cathartes' power supply as well, making up for the weaknesses of the Columbus class carrier's lack of firing coverage and the otherwise limited firing capacity of the Hizack Custom when drawing from its own energy core.

Amagaida, otherwise known as “Gaida” in her new life, is slender and toned. Her hair is red like Mars and eyes a nearly golden amber. She keeps herself as fit and nurtured as possible, though this can be forgotten given the thick, insulated clothes needed to survive with the inconsistent temperatures on the Lightning Galleon. She’s noticeably taller than even some men on the vessel, though not by much. Her attire often has a sense of being “all business” even in the most casual and less abrasive of environments. She rarely shows skin and often stylizes her hair in a relatively conservative fashion.

In terms of her mobile suit equipment she keeps a old assortment of Zeon gear and while the brandings and adornments of the Principality of Zeon are faded or outright masked by new coats of paint, she often retools things in fond memory of when she flew against Federation forces for the good of her faction.

Gaida is a former Zeon ace who has forced herself out of her old lifestyle in hopes of building something from scratch.

Deceptively smart yet constantly in doubt of the universe around her she has yet to atone for her sins, though part of her feels she doesn’t need to as she still fiercely believes in what she fought for: independence from the Earth Federation at all costs. She was a child when the Earth Federation occupied Munzo and has a burning loathing of the arrogance of Earth in her blood. This does not lend to her despising people from Earth, but it does lean toward her interacting with a sense of bias and contempt beyond a facetious mask of civility and kindness.

Gaida pilots a retrofitted, personally modified AMX-011 Zaku III. As a former pilot for the Principality of Zeon and ‘resistance fighter’, this is not largely out of place. One could consider it a “Zaku III Kai” given its amount of customization.

It has similarities to Mashymre’s Zaku III customizations. The multi-purpose beam cannons that can be ejected and used as beam sabers, the beam rifle, and vulcan gun mounted on the head’s chassis. Many of the armaments Gaida was once used to have been scrapped or sold as she attempts to find a new life beyond Zeon and the Federation. She has heavily modified the suit itself to better suit its sensory capabilities and civilian utilities. Utilizing her mobile suit for scrapper duties seems like a waste, but she has found nothing to fight for since the principality’s downfall. Any new Zeon movements that have cropped up since she left have piqued her interest but nonetheless have not recruited her to their cause.

Ezmy is a built like a spike; short, narrow, deceptively sturdy. Spotty diets haven’t left her with much to build muscle on, but old exercise habits have at least kept her from wasting away. She wears what she can get her hands on, which usually means clothes that are baggy and too big for her, but which are at least insulated to handle the Cathartes’ occasional temperature tantrums.

Her hair is kept short out of reflex, and her eyes are a dim, earthy brown. Her boney skin burns easily and often, and the multitude of scars left over from childhood experimentation crawl across her arms and spine and up her neck.

She’s gone out of her way to rip out and stitch over the identifying Zeon crests of her mobile suit gear. The colors still disgust her, but there’s an odd, familiar comfort to the suit that’s kept her from tossing it in the airlock.

Ezmy is Neo Zeon war-chaff brought up in the wake of one loss, and discarded on the eve of another. While initially a promising prospect due to how responsive she was to experimentation, her volatile personality and growing disdain for authority ultimately led to her dismissal after only a brief tour in conflict. Her home, which had so greedily sought her out, was now embarrassed by her, and at the age of eighteen she found herself living the life of a disgraced nomad.

Neo Zeon coaxed the aptitude for violence out of her, and used it to feed her craving for conflict. Now, with the second war behind, Ezmy drifts listlessly in secret, desperate search of anything even resembling purpose. Time alone has awakened a new hunger within her as well, one for companionship. The feeling confuses her, disgusts her, and she does not know how to feed it, nor can she bring herself to ignore it.

After her dismissal from Neo Zeon, Ezmy came into possession of a seized Federation relic, a nearly two-decade old GM Striker, and was sent on her way.

The thing was hardly functional and took some time to adjust to, and the irony of having to pilot old Federation tech was not lost on her. While outdated in nearly every way, its close-range leanings were at least familiar to her. Passably mobile, with head-mounted vulcan cannons for minor cover, and a twin beam spear, which can be detached into two sabers, what the Striker lacks in range and defense it…well, it doesn’t really make up for it, but it does well enough up close.

Bareback has shoulder-length, light brown hair, parted to the side. His eyes are tired, yet in combat, he keeps a certain sharpness that only a veteran of several wars can have. His face is perpetually turned into a frown, though he is not a cruel man. And while he is only in his early 30's, the obvious years of war have aged him.

Bareback takes the role of the experienced veteran; a man who joined the Titans on the spot to search for his father, who’d joined the Zeon Remnants, who continually found himself working for those who committed atrocities throughout the various wars. After finally finding his father working for Hamon Karn during the First Neo Zeon War, Bareback defected the Titans after Jamitov Hyman's death and served with Neo Zeon until Hamon Karn's death. During the Second Neo Zeon War, he signed up to fight under the heroic Red Comet, Char Aznable. But history would repeat itself, as once more he found himself fighting on a side that only wanted to bring more destruction. Growing exasperated by the constant war and politics that corrupted good men, and seeing the miracle during the Axis Meteor fall as a sign, Bareback left fighting for a political cause and took up work acting as a bodyguard and mercenary, protecting freighters and civilians for better causes.

Bareback pilots the AMS-119 Geara Doga which was his MS during the Second Neo Zeon War. It has since been repainted gray, to signify his neutral affiliation in the post-war. Bareback had done multiple modifications to the MS, increasing the Geara Doga's speed and mobility with added boosters. The Geara Doga's armaments remain the same as the standard model, but the increased mobility takes it from being a very middle-of-the-road mobile suit to a speedy combat MS capable of fulfilling many roles in battle.

Leon is what you would call a midget; standing at only 5'3', Leon is below the average height for a male. Despite his height disadvantage, he weighs at a whooping 150 lbs; the weight mostly coming from the muscle obtained through vigorous workout, a notion obtained from his father that the body should always match the mind. In combat, he wears a suit bought help with the G force and comfort within space. It is insulated as well. Outside of combat, Leon keeps his attire simple with a black T-shirt, blue jeans, and hi-top red/black sneakers. Around his neck sits a wedding ring attached to a chain, a memento of his late mother.

Leon is a mercenary trying to hide from the Federation, Zeon, and all those in-between. He was born and raised to pilot a mobile suit, his father Leon Barlow had always intended for him to join the Federation. His father knew his son was a Newtype and his plans were lofty. Unfortunately these plans would crash and burn as Leon lost both his father and brother during the War of 0088. Already skeptical, Leon became quite disillusioned with the Federation and Zeon, stealing his father's Gaplant before racing off into the stars. For years he made a name for himself as the mercenary known as Red Scream; Red being the color of his Gaplant, and the scream heard from his engine. Leon made it a rule to hide his face behind a mask. Now he seeks to hide from those that want him dead or jailed, his mind overlooking the true threat in the depths of space.

Leon acquired his Gaplant by stealing it from the Federation after his father's funeral. A variation of the mass-produced Gaplant, the TR-5 is a customized variation to increase the speed of the mobile armor with shield boosters. The Gaplant comes with the standard issue beam sabers stored in the legs but, it also comes with a Long Sword Rifle; a weapon that forms the main cannon for the Mobile Armor and a sword/rifle for the Mobile Suit. This suit is mainly an offensive tool used by the Federation for high-precision strikes.