Tech in the current day is quite advanced, though its widespread adoption is dependant on location. Practically all of the worlds within the Core Sector have access to the cutting edge of tech, while the outworlds may have a one planet for every few dozen with Core-worlds level tech. Technology like cybernetic limbs, hoverbikes and energy weapons are fairly commonplace, though plenty of industrial level tech can still be found out in the outworlds. Space travel is commonplace, people fly between planets as often as we today fly in planes. Some people spend their entire lives in space, never setting foot on ground any more solid than the hull plating of a planetary space station. Practically all of these advanced tools are powered by Aura. While some lower tech devices and machines use traditional energy sources, the vast majority of people in this galaxy use Aura to fuel their engines.

The efficiency and power of these Aura reactors, along with some of the innate properties of Aura itself has allowed people to travel through space at speeds faster than light. Using Aura to envelope the ship in a 'bubble' of local space time, powerful jump engines can then propel this bubble across the galaxy at great speeds, crossing light-years in mere minutes. Traveling through hyperspace is often colloquially referred to as traveling 'in the bubble'.

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Name: Given 'Alias' Name
Age:In earth years
Gender:Any and all, or none at all
Species: Human? Alien? Hybrid? Not technically living?

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What does your character look like? What's their species like? Do they have anything immediately noticeable like tattoos or cybernetics? What might they be commonly seen doing or be in possession of? Do they have any notable mannerisms and how might others view them?

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What is your character good at? Are they a good fighter or orater? Are they proficient with magic or do their cybernetic augments give them superhuman strength? Are they good at fixing things or stitching people up? Do they have a perceptive eye or are they just really good at cooking gumbo?

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No one lives a perfect life. Your character is no exception, so spill it: what's their issue? Are they running from something? Do they have mountains of debt or trouble with the law? Maybe they're just bored or searching for something to get their blood pumping or stricken with wanderlust? What's keeping them from being a regular part of society? Not everyone has mountains of trauma or deep dark conspiracies- but flaws or traits that might make it harder for them to simply drop this life and become "normal".

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How did your character find their way onto the Guernica? How long have they been part of the crew? What (if anything) do they do around the ship?

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Name: Michael "Crow" Statner
Age:49
Gender:Male
Species:Heavily Modified Human

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Michael depending on the instance can look anything from a homeless cyber-pyscho, to a high-tech villain clad in massive black cybernetics and bearing glowing red eyes at a height of nine feet. His constant experimenting upon his own body, combined with how much travelling he has to do as well as changes in outfit make him oft unrecognizable on first glance. However if paying more attention, one can quickly discern the similarities beyond just judging a book by its cover. The way he swaggers arrogantly, yet as if he's not quite accustomed to his own legs. The sudden sagging of his proud shoulders the moment he feels in any way threatened — even the tone of voice that somehow manages to be ever so slightly nasal despite being rendered by a machine with no nose to interfere. Much like the ship of Theseus, perhaps no single part of the man remains original. But at the same time one sees a reflection of his true self: that post teenage, slightly pimply nerd that was so far in over his head. The clueless geek just lucky enough to get away with it, yet not lucky enough to do anything with it. The one constant of his life is his little cybernetic companion. While the cybernetics and gene enhancements certainly make it look odd in contrast to other birds, perhaps the most interesting part of its appearance is that the decades of its life have left its feathers an almost off-white grey. Bringing everyone a doubt regarding the man's sanity, he will often be found speaking to it to no response, sometimes even arguing.

Upon the vessel, many would remark quite quickly that Michael is somewhat of a stalker. Keeping track of everybody's schedules, collecting fallen hairs or spit samples from plates, the likes. If asked why he needs this even when he would have blood samples in the event of medical care being needed, he would still insist this is simply to ensure he would be better prepared to help in an emergency. He will usually be almost annoyingly polite, and will avoid conflict whenever he can. The most he will do to express displeasure (unless he feels threatened) is to simply blare his choice of music at unbearable volume. Always arrogant and self-righteous, he will oft look down upon the crew when they break the law as is inevitable. The hypocrisy will rarely go explained by him, but those he truly trusts will simply be told that his goal and thus by extension he is above the law in his opinion. While many in the crew might find him an irritant, they may also find him quite invaluable once his talents are needed.

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Michael is a man of higher education. Physics, chemistry, biology, computer science, medicine. You name it, he's learned it while making damn sure he doesn't forget it by sticking it into a brain that is more than human. While he prefers to apply his skills and knowledge by dealing with things complex enough to interest his brief attention span outside of his own research, he can double as a secondary professional in many fields in a pinch. Doctor, ship mechanic, et-cetera, he has read the books on it through and through. To the crew more carefree with their bodies, he would offer to help them out by applying his experimentation with genetics and cybernetics to the world. Though if necessary he'll be more than willing to have people die to get his way, he insists on a pretense of pacifism to try keep an air of moral superiority. It is thus that he carries no true weapons about his body and unless cornered will run away from any fight that comes his way. If forced to fight however, he will rely on his cybernetics rather than any particular skill. Surgical blades and mechanical tools will slice and crush in melee, whilst from more distance his vocal emitter will become a sonic weapon and a cybernetic limb for running currents to restart hearts or deal with electronics will become a shock weapon of sorts. Finally a laser used for cutting open bodies to operate, for welding, and engraving, will suddenly find use to shoot or blind folk from afar.

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There are four main reasons for Statner to be a traveller as such. First and foremost, he is in quite a lot of trouble with the law. Ever since those experiments as a freshman in university, he's been on the run. Since then he hasn't ceased violating the laws of the Vangarian Empire and nature alike. From cooking up drugs for a quick buck to unlicensed surgery, he has quite the rep sheet across planets he has been to. Second, he has accumulated a great deal of debt from collectors licensed and illegal alike. Not eager (and after the years unable) to repay everyone he owes, he prefers to just run away and get in even more debt from new loans. Third, wandering the stars provides new experiences and things to learn from and research. New planets, new lifeforms, new technologies. The final reason is the one he would tell anyone who asks, is that all of his research into living things and how to improve them is with an altruistic goal in mind. When having free time on some world, he will frequently nip over to the slums or an orphanage to give an ailing person a free bit of healthcare.

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Michael found the crew about a year ago when short of cash, he agreed to do some under the table augmenting for the son of a trade magnate. Yet, when the family were victims of a clever heist of the Guernica's crew, the commotion was just enough to make the Doctor's hand slip up and unfortunately kill the lad he was augmenting. Knowing well his life was forfeit if he stayed with the family, he caught up to the heisters begging and pleading for them to take him on as he was left with no options. After a sufficiently pathetic display pity was taken, and thus he found residence on the vessel. Though he doesn't care to be bogged down with any one particular task, he does find himself doing the odd jobs demanding brains and books that the more Samurai members of the crew wouldn't care for. Hacking here, patching up a faulty prosthetic servo there, he earns his stay while pursuing his inner goal of perfecting life.

Name: Maxima
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Species: Android

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Maxima, while having remarkably humanlike features, is clearly an android - her reinforced joints and chassis-embedded shield emitters betray that there's more to her than simply looks. Her attention-grabbing outfits and long, flowing hair show a bit of a diva streak, and anyone who converses with her would rest assured that she considers herself a performer above all else - whether that performance is in a firefight or on a stage. She brings a brash and competitive attitude to most things, and hates losing or admitting defeat. She's more likely to claim someone she admires as a rival than a friend - and would be loathe to admit otherwise, even if it actually was the case.

Maxima considers weaponry beautiful, perhaps to a strange degree to those around her. During downtime she can be seen lovingly maintaining weapons (oftentimes not even her own weapons) in a way that she would never regard another person.

Apart from being used to create a powerful overshield, her hardlight emitters can also be used to project accessories or effects around her in a short radius, which she often uses when showing off or performing.

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Maxima is excellent at grabbing the attention of all. Her body is covered with hardlight shield emitters - miniaturized versions of the same kind used to armor starships and other heavy vehicles - that she can activate at will to project a powerful (and extremely bright) overshield. It offers excellent protection without any hinderances to her range of motion and mobility, letting her be both agile and sturdy at the same time - at the cost of being basically incapable of stealth.

Maxima has an obsession with weaponry, and is an avid collector - especially for prototypes and rare productions. She considers herself nothing less than an expert in identification, repair, and maintenance of weapons - and has the eccentric arsenal to back it up. Of course, she is also well trained with several different items she uses - especially her one-of-a-kind personalized LMG built alongside her. With her armor and machine gun, she is ostensibly a vanguard fighter that is meant to be at the front of the fight, more likely to crash through a wall than find a clever way around it.

She also is an excellent vocalist and dancer, capable of learning songs and choreography at an astounding rate.

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Maxima was the brainchild of a failing marketing branch of a megacorp, desperately searching for a "hail mary" idea to revitalize their brand. The idea: Create an idol unit of specially-designed combat androids that matched their flair for performance with their competency in battle; creating both a spectacle to draw attention to the brand as well as a designer product to sell. Eager to provide a prototype before their branch was downsized, many corners were cut with Maxima's design. With that, and rumored corporate meddling, sabotage, and power games, Maxima's AI ended up growing beyond the bounds of what anyone expected (or wanted). After a disastrous shareholder presentation, her project was scrapped and the branch completely liquidated.

Maxima, being designed as a combat android, had no trouble breaking free and avoiding being liquidated herself. Wandering free, she found herself pursuing whatever whimsy she felt - and whether a part of her initial programming or a quirk developed after being set free, she soon found herself enamored by weaponry. After a string of high-profile musical burglaries, Maxima became the target of several different armed groups, all of which looking to regain the various weapons and relics she had pilfered as if she was the rightful owner all along. She joined the Guernica crew to "lay low," as much as she hated the concept.

Maxima believes that she may have sister models, though she has no definitive proof. She insists that her designation as 02 means there was at least one before her, and the scientists developing her constantly mentioned a unit of four - though it could have meant anything at the time. With no trail left from the corporation's liquidation, there is little trace to go on. But that doesn't stop her from looking, attempting to form (or reform) the unit "GA-LA-TE-A" from which her designation LA comes from.

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Maxima is the self-proclaimed armorer of the Guernica, often taking any chance to clean, repair, and polish any weapon that isn't nailed down (and often some that are). She also is never one to shy away from putting on impromptu performances - to the joy or sorrow of her crewmates.

Maxima is relatively new to the crew, only being aboard for less than a year.

Name: Parmesan 'Parma-Violet' Camembert
Age:380
Gender:None, male presenting.
Species: Ro'om Ktaballyt (Auran)
Species Name: Ro'om Ktaballyt (Commonly,: Auran)
Brief Overview: Complex Colonial Entity that requires specific environmentals and therefore lives inside an environment suit, somewhat like a hermit crab. Their history, language, and culture has largely been erased in a tragic series of exploitative genocides.
Details:

Auran [+]

The Ro'om Ktaballyt are a Colonial organism comprised of Aurora crystals. Highly prized for their innate ability to grow large Aurora crystal complexes. Not much is known about how they originally lived in the wild, or their original culture due to the fact that upon their discovery their culture and society was almost completely eradicated by megacorporations exploiting them as a source of Aura in massive concentration camps. Due to the fact they in effect do not age, they can live for incredibly long periods of time, and reproduce incredibly slowly. Due to this it is unknown whether their race will ever be capable of recovering fully, if at all. An incredibly interesting aspect of them is that on their home planet the atmosphere consisted largely of noble gases, this meant carbon life struggled to evolve, instead being outmatched by silicon life. This means the sentience of the Ro'om Ktaballyt is far more comparable to an AI or other sentient computers. The evolutionary solution to the massive data quantities that were needed for silicon life to evolve in this manner was to use the unique and massive data-transferral properties of Aura. Due to its prolifence on their home planet the atmosphere was heavily infused with incredibly fine Aura dust this mix is called Bhduoi and holds a certain level of holiness in what little Ro'om Ktaballyt culture is still intact. If they do not have sufficient concentrations of Bhuduoi their mental capabilities will rapidly decline until the cessation of all mental activity whatsoever. A horrible death. The Bhuduoi also allows them to share information and communicate with other Ro'om Ktaballyt processing the same network of Bhduoi. They do not hold any form of unique spoken or written language, instead it was believed by historians that originally they would have communicated with each other via the Bhduoi. What little elements they do have of a spoken language was both largely wiped out and also believed to have been developed from loan words exclusively to communicate with a very low class civilisation of carbon life forms that had developed on their homeworld's moon. Now long extinct, almost nothing of them is known. This means the Ro'om Ktaballyt require a special envirosuit to live, in foreign atmospheres. They do not respire in the same way as carbon life forms so if envirosuit security is maintained the gas mix only needs to be renewed rarely. As a race they are incredibly rare, and those that still exist tend to keep their heads under the radar due to their incredible value, and many do not consider them fully sentient (a dangerous and racist belief).

Equipment & Augments:A brief list of any notable bits of gear or equipment that others might notice on your character. Non-conclusive and can be updated as necessary

• Specialist Armoured Ro'om Ktaballyt Aura Envirosuit (itself very valuable)
• 50,000cm³ of heavily Aura infused xenon gas.
• One 10mm ZM-AK 'Eclipse', an infamous cheap reliable handgun, designed as a cheaper replica of a Glock, chambered in 10mm ammunition. They pack a reasonable punch and are famed for their accuracy and ease of use.
• Large size and inhuman strength, however not coordinated or experience in hand-to-hand combat in any way.

Skills & Abilities:A brief list of any notable skills, innate or magical abilities your character is capable of. Non-conclusive and can be updated as necessary

• Incredible feats of mental maths and cognitive abilities, believed to be innate to all Ro'om Ktaballyt.
• Functional immortality.
• Due to his age Parma-Violet is extremely knowledgeable in many subject, as well as extremely experienced in the freight industry.

Appearance:
Parma-Violet himself is an unremarkable cluster of white crystals in a cloudy gas. However his envirosuit is a pale purple colour, humanoid, with 5 fingers and standing around 6'8 set incredibly broad. His envirosuit is covered in graffiti of all kinds of nature, and is draped in many different fabrics and pelts. Notably a shabby regal purple cloak. His suit has no temperature control unit, so he has to maintain his optimal functioning temperature manually.

Personality:
Parma-Violet is an old soul, quite literally. And tends to keep a calm calculating head on at most times. He is (quite rightly) incredibly distrustful, and wary of strangers. However he has a soft spot for children and youths of any race. He is incredibly loyal to his friends and colleagues, and is very happy to talk and offer some of his extensive knowledge or advice. He is incredibly hesitant to get into confrontations of any kind, due to them drawing attention to him. He is also incredibly wary of any form of authority that he is unfamiliar with, especially corporations or government. He is also fairly religious and incredibly protective of his remaining culture, and spends his free time investigating what little evidence of his species is left and documenting it as extensively as he can. He is desperately searching for another of his species to reproduce with, given he believes he may be coming to the end of his life cycle.

History:
By his estimate the oldest living Ro'om Ktaballyt and though he does not know exactly how long they live for, he estimates he is nearing the end, the how close he is he is not sure. When he was very young the exploitation of his planet began, him and his community were promptly forced into a concentration camp to labour until they died of exhaustion. Fortunately for them their camp was liberated in a slave revolt weeks after the occupation began. Him and a collection of other Ro'om Ktaballyt were smuggled off planet on pirate freighters. Hours later the liberated camps were eradicated by Vacuum bombs. Thus the true subjugation of the Ro'om Ktaballyt began. Parma-Violet was brought to an abandoned supply depot by his smugglers and left, as instructed. This is the location he and his community would be reunited, instead he was left there, isolated, scavenging the small outpost for a means to repair the comms array so he could hail a freelance freighter. Eventually after 50 years a small smuggler ship landed to hide from some system authority ships. Upon which he made contact for the first time in decades, his common skills limited to what he'd learnt from the remaining media upon the station he proposed working for them in return for passage off the god forsaken outpost. Since then he has worked for about 200 years gallivanting around and trying to find out the fate of others of his species. He took up residence as crew of the Guernica long before it was ever known as the Guernica, and he has watched crew members come and go and adventures pass over, but has decided he has found his home. He has not dared return to his home planet, for fear either the grief or privateers would kill him.

Quirk:
Strangely enough, despite being an alien lifeform Parma appears to have taken quite the shine to Nicotine at some point in time, especially Tobacco. It appears to have different, strong effects on his kind. Including but not limited to improved motor skills, and at higher dosages hallucinogenic properties. He smokes via a specially made filter port built into his face plate. He can often be found idly puffing on a kretek or enjoying his Hookah during his free time.

Turmoil:
Parma-Violet is desperate to preserve his kind in some way, and spends massive amounts of time doing exactly that. Additionally, though most know very little of the Ro'om Ktaballyt, those who do would be more than happy to butcher him and sell off his valuable envirosuit, crystalline body, and Bhduoi.

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Name: Giuseppe 'Sips' Inkego
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Species: Cynocephalus (Caniche Variant)

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While the science behind the creation of the Cynocephalus would offer as many variants as there are dog breeds, the truth of the matter is that few have been both viable and sustainable. The more common breeds such as the Golden Retriever, German Shepherd, or Great Dane (just to name a few) have a much higher likelihood to take to the hybrid process and be able to reproduce cross-species (likely thanks to their higher rates of bonding to humans) when compared to the likes of Pitbulls, Malamutes, or the Shiba Inu. As exceptions exist, and the spectrum broad, the likeness of the Poodle can be found. Like humans, however, their demeanor can vary anywhere between best friend and worst enemy.

Giuseppe's coat is a classic white and silver, his head of curly hair often frazzled thanks to his laissez-faire nature as the rest of his short-furred hide is passably clean. Standing at 5'5", the dog-man often forgoes any type of functional garb in favor of free movement, though he will don a frayed [formerly] designer jumpsuit when pressed for wear. Topping his snout are a pair of goggles, picked up from his favorite outdoor goods warehouse; he happens to own several pairs of varying colors, depending on his mood or mission. He isn't noticeably athletic, in fact a paunch is forming from a lifetime of calorie consumption that far outweighs his daily activity. He'll readily give you a smile and happens to love physical contact, even with the prickliest of thorns and coldest of plastisteel.

Thanks to his OptiFax implants (usually hidden behind a set of aforementioned goggles), Giuseppe easily stands out from an unmodified organic as they barely resemble eyeballs at all; what seems to be hazy smoke of neon purple and pink swirling like a vat of unicorn caramel is actually a detection system built for those of his ilk, to be expanded upon later. These are the only known implants or other permanent modifications within Giuseppe's body. He is known for painting his nails and occasionally snout if he is feeling especially froggy.

When he isn't doing fieldwork with the crew, Sips can be found taking advantage of his favorite recreationally celestial substance: Aura. Without the influence, the fellow is laid back and prone to sleep. In minute doses, he is pleasant and soft, regarding the day as his to be seized and full of productive optimism. When under duress, his rule for moderation is temporarily voided to allow an aggressive, hyper-intuitive mage to do what he does best: harness and enhance the chaos.

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Sips' greatest contribution is his uncanny ability to locate and control or destroy traces of Aura, both artificial and natural. As long as he has a supply of his own Aura, he can manage feats of varying magical substance, though his expertise lies in the ability to siphon from others. When the possibility of another tricked-out wizard is greater than 10%, Sips is brought along to disable the magical threat. Beyond being an Aura vampire, whatever he conjures up himself is sometimes beyond his immediate control.

On a physical level, Giuseppe is average. He has some experience hiding and making use of the environment, using brain over brawn, though his compatibility with excessive influence is all he finds to be necessary to get the job done.

Aboard the Guernica, the poodle has a wide array of low-skill tasks he will do comfortably (such as cleaning or loading batteries) and efficiently. His favorite duty takes place in the canteen, cooking up harsh cuisines that can satiate the palate of his eclectic crew. He oft ponders the day he may dock at a luxury shop and afford the loftiest ingredients. For now, he will make do with the beerslugs and back-alley gastrospices.

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"The lap of luxury can be hard for a dog. No, really! Imagine you're curled up in your favorite bed, designated beside your master's bed because the two of you can't even comprehend sleeping separately, when one morning you wake up in a cryo-terminal at your detestable vet! But not just the regular vet that visits your topiary garden and gives you healthy snacks, oh no. Of course not. We're talking Dr. Ball Stealer herself, enemy to all innocent and naïve canines. According to her, what all one can understand through several inches of plexiglass and supercooled liquid, you're to be immortalized. A companion trophy. A living taxidermy.

"So what is a self-respecting poodle to do? Die, I guess. No opposable thumbs, no way to speak without the master's collar that sometimes said the wrong thing when I barked. Suspended in this container, cool as a cucumber thanks to the gratuitous amount of drugs, it finally hit me. A tube. Straight into my right eye socket. Filling up with copious Aura from a sheared and unfiltered tube, my thoughts spawned combustion, shattering, tremors. As if my very will and panic were made tangible, rocking the lab and busting all manner of creatures free--

"Wait, what was the question again? Ah yeah, my problem. Well, long story short, I turned into this thing. Totally on accident. Messed up a lotta stuff. Aura, man. Not even once." wink

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The crew before Giuseppe's arrival could have been either the cause of the original accident that led to his greater sapience, or as scavengers to the wreckage. He is very amiable, though his prowess through magical ability is likely recorded and would be perceived as either a threat or tool for the empire. So let's take out the magical mooks, use magic to take out the robots, and have a fancy feast! Wait, that's a cat pun.

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Name: Alexander 'Tech' Tain
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Species: Human

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Alexander looks like a normal human at a glance. 5'9, black hair, and an above average build. Something a bit odd for an engineer like him. His most striking feature is his eyes. Him being born with heterochromia, and his left eye is blue and his right eye orange. Making him stand out and be noticeable. Along with a scar on his neck that he tends to keep hidden. Otherwise, he is just a normal human. Wearing casual but tech-ish clothes and tends to have a pair of goggles on his person that he sometimes wears. Along with a high-tech bracer with a holographic display that he wears on his right forearm that serves as a high-tech scanner, comm device, computer, and watch. His personal creation that he always upgrades with new stuff when he can.

Alexander is a bit of an eccentric, sometimes doing things that do not make sense to others at first, and can be passionate about the things he works on. Though he can be stubborn and persistent with what he wants. Still, most see Alexander as just a passionate tech head that is able to work with others fairly easily, and that easily confuses people sometimes.

Along with being a secretive person of late because of a project he is working on and does not want people to know about what exactly he is working on. Mainly due to what the project is and is wary of imperials and people from the megacorp, Larutan Technologies. To the crew, he says it is just a pet project of his. Also, despite being an engineer and used to technology. He feels uneasy about getting certain implants or cybernetics. Mainly those that deal with the brain and refuses to talk about the subject to others.

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Alexander is a skilled engineer whose expertise varies from general tech making to gadgets, power armor, AIs, and ships. Though making AIs is a new field and still has some learning to do. Either way, his good at repairing and maintaining what tech he knows and can be relied upon to do his job. As long as he has the parts to do his job, that is. Also, despite his tech aptitude, Alexander is a horrible hacker, and if needed to hack something, he relies on a specifically created program to do the hacking for him.

After leaving Larutan Technologies, Alexander has started to learn how to defend himself if a conflict arises. Mainly with learning how to shoot a blaster and is a good shot with a plasma pistol. Along is surprisingly good at making cocktails and tends to have some custom ones that came up with in his spare time.

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Everything was going well for Alexander, the son of a famous engineer and like father-like son. Alexander had proved to have the same skill with technology as his father and had already created some things when he was young. Though Alexander, unlike his father who stayed with a single company. Alexander was more independent and worked as a freelance engineer instead. Offering his services to those that wanted them, but he was rather picky about which contacts he went with. Not wanting to work with a shady company or one he was against. The last company he worked with was Larutan Technologies, and working there was a turning point for him.

Now Alexander was offered by Larutan Technologies to help with a project of theirs. A project that dealt with an experimental project, and Alexander curious as to what the thing was and not having any problems working with the megacorp. So he accepted and soon found out the experimental product was an AI codenamed Eva. Made with experimental technology, she was set to be the next stage of AIs. By the time she was finished, Alexander was chosen to be her trainer, and the two soon developed a rapport with each other.

Then one day and the details are still messy, but Eva was stolen from Larutan Technologies, and Alexander was deadset on finding her. It took six months to find her, but when she was brought back to Larutan Technologies. She was in pieces, literally. Whoever stole her for some reason tore her apart, and Eva was rendered into multiple pieces of code and personalities. Because of the way she has broken apart, Larutan Technologies deemed that she was not worth it to try and repair her. So they opted to destroy her and started fresh. Something that Alexander was against and secretly stole Eva and sent out to her repair her.

Even though Eva was written off an unrepairable product, they still did not like someone stealing from them. So Alexander departed into the Outworlds after it was discovered it was him that stole the Eva. Now he finds himself as an engineer for a ship and spends what spare time he has repairing Eva. Hoping one day to piece her back together and to speak to her once again.

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Alexander is the engineer of the Guernica, assigned to keeping the ship together. It was a chance encounter with the captain of the Guernica that allowed him to work on the ship and allow him to work on his project. Alexander has been apart of the crew for about three months.

Name: Seven
Age: 390 (+/- 25) N.C. (Chronological) / Early-to-mid twenties (Biological)
Gender: Fem
Species: Human (Revived)

• Observant. Listens.
• Scary eyes. Doesn't blink much, if ever. It's like staring into a laser drill, one of you is gonna go blind and it's not going to be her.
• Good with guns. Good with improvised weapons. Knows pain points. Deadly with her hands.
• People ignore her, like she's a part of the wall that you don't want to stare at.
• Knows how to clean. Maybe too well. Not sure if what she's mixing up in the janitor's closet is all that healthy. Or why that box of igniters are in there. Or those big bottles of acid.

As a Burnt, Seven's considered barely human. A menial worker, someone you glance at, see that line on her neck, that blank expression, and your eyes just slides off her. You don't want to look at her anymore, makes you uncomfortable, butterflies in your stomach like you just traded a glance with death. And you're happy because it's not you standing there, staring back coldly like that.

It's creepier if she's living next door, or walking by your side, never saying a word. (Not that Seven could.)

It's worse if she's taken some Aura and her eyes start to glow. And she starts smiling....



Showed up during interviews at a bar. Someone tried to push pass Seven and wound up on the floor, screaming, head bashed on the table edge and caught in an arm lock. All the while quietly staring back.

Then when she let them go, Seven pulled out a cleaning cloth and wiped the table edge as if nothing much had happened.

Admittedly, the ship's never been cleaner and she's still working on those more stubborn stains, but you're half afraid to walk into a room where she's scrubbing the floor on her hands and knees. Like the next time you walk across that fresh scrubbed floor in dirty boots, you'll wake up in the airlock with them hanging around your neck, with her staring back at you through the window as the pumps start. Maybe the doc has something to stop that nightmare...?

Still, it's comforting to know that when she throws that blade towards you, it's for the guy standing behind you about to shoot. If you call that comforting.

Name: Mercy
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Species: Human

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“... Mercy. Life support technician slash hydroponics gardener slash cook slash everything else. _{...Nice to meet you.}”

Mercy, the perennially quiet life support technician aboard the Guernica, is a girl far from home. She comes from a rocky, near inhabitable planet within the Vangarian Empire known as X-3817. X-3817 is, coincidentally, home to a solitary, primitivist religious sect of humans known as The Unaltered. Their core tenet, although Mercy would argue with anyone who mentioned it, is that technology, especially used to alter a human being, is the root of all evil.

Yup. She’s space Amish.

Mercy is a human girl, short in stature, with blue eyes and dyed blue hair. She’s been known to shuffle around the Guernica like some sort of ghost, back hunched and blending into the surrounds with drab, unassuming clothing. She usually has this look in her eye- like she’s always just a bit startled, a rabbit ready to bolt back to its hutch at any moment. Mercy is, unsurprisingly, not a great conversationalist, although many say that she’s pleasant to spend time with and occasionally has something interesting to say.

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“I don’t mean to be prideful, but I do my job and I do it well. Otherwise, I’d be useless, and that’s worse than anything else, isn’t it?”

Mercy, with her unique skill set, is often described as one of the few things keeping the crew of the Guernica alive and happy. As such, she’s been christened with the title “life support technician”- a position that really doesn’t exist, but is vague enough to suggest the wide variety of occupations she performs. While she can’t fire a gun or lift a sword or fly a ship or fix a machine, Mercy is uniquely skilled at keeping the atmosphere aboard the Guernica at levels hospitable for a human. She can often be found fiddling with life support systems, and will call the mechanic if she needs assistance.

Mercy has also been granted a large space to use for hydroponics gardening, in which she can usually be found tending to green things. She grows food for the crew, of course, but, in the interest of making profits for her captain, grows… other things. Things that wouldn’t be welcome anywhere else but a criminal’s barge. She’s a skilled herbalist and cook, and can be seen in the kitchen at certain times of day. Her soups are legendary.

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“Most people from 3817 never leave. I did.”

X-3817, the religious colony Mercy is from, is colloquially known as being absolutely, 100% bizarre. Most will never meet a member of their congregation, as they’re incredibly insular. Most never leave. It’s not that they’re forbidden- they just wouldn’t know how to operate in the modern world. Mercy certainly doesn’t.

The Unaltered believe many things, although the most important ones are the subject of the universe’s fascination. One: humans should live free from all robotics. Cybernetic parts and modifications any more advanced than a stationary prosthetic reduce one to something less than human, and any computer attempting to mimic a human is an abomination. All AI is strictly banned on X-3817, as well as most computers. Two: the use of Aura is a sin. Three: humans should live simply.

It’s unknown to what extent Mercy adheres to her strange religion, but it’s clear that she has not abandoned her faith completely. She refuses to consume Aura or modify herself in any fashion. But she does not hate or even dislike androids and augmented humans, and has no qualms against using a computer. A crisis of faith and a fervent desire to see the universe made her leave X-3817 behind, possibly forever, and venture into the unknown.

So far, she has found the world incredibly disappointing. In a world of AI, Mercy, a naive girl who does not know how to operate a computer or fix a machine, is incredibly obsolete. Before the Guernica, she found herself mostly working as a hydroponics farmer on illegal, illicit projects- a lowly job, one that saw her being treated like less than an animal. For many of these jobs, she was never paid. She found the Guernica a few years ago and quickly made herself indispensable.

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Mercy is utterly bewildered by the rest of the crew, but loves them all the same. She’s quiet and sweet, preferring to stay in her gardens with a mat rolled out or in the kitchen cooking, but her biggest desire is to be helpful. She purposefully takes a very low pay, just so she can stay on the ship for as long as possible. She likes everyone but an obnoxious few and would gladly stay there a while more.