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[h3][center]Molly Neptune, The Pilot[/center][/h3][hr]

[u][b]Name:[/b][/u] Molly Neptune
[b][u]Alias:[/u][/b] Spoons
[u][b]Look:[/b][/u] [i] Leather jacket over a flight suit and combat boots.
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A heart stopping young woman who has clearly benifited from aristo-gene therapy. Of medium height and with shocking purple hair she seems to bounce on the balls of her feet, perpetually in motion. 

[u][b]Heritage:[/b][/u] Imperial
[u][b]Background:[/b][/u] Military
[u][b]Vice:[/b][/u] Pleasure

[u][b]Class XP Trigger:[/b][/u] Address challenges with speed or flair.

[b][u]Starting Ability:[/u][/b] [b]Ace Pilot[/b] - You have potency on all speed-related rolls. When you roll to resist the consequences of piloting, gain +1d.  

[u][b]Special Abilities:[/b][/u]
[list][*][b] Hedonist - When you indulge your vice, you may adjust the dice outcome by +/-2. An ally who joins you may do the same.[/list]

[b][u]Insight[/u] [2]
[indent]Doctor
Hack>
Rig >
Study [/indent]
[u]Prowess[/u] [3]
[indent]Helm>>
Scramble > 
Scrap 
Skulk>  [/indent]
[u]Resolve[/u] [1]
[indent]Attune
Command 
Consort
Sway > [/indent][/b]

[b][u]Trauma:[/u] 0/4[/b]
- N/A

[u][b]Contacts:[/b][/u]
[b]Sorley Oxenbec[/b] - [Friend] - Deep Space Salvager - [i]He has what you need, but best not ask too many questions.[/i] 
[b]Commodore Babbington Carlisle IX[/b] - [Rival] - Hagemony Commander - [i]left at the altar.[/i] 
[b]Carlos[/b] - Gangster - [i]Former Hagemony Marine turned crimelord[/i] 
[b]Delia Murdock[/b] - The Hanging Judge- [i]Law woman without a heart [/i] 
[b]Persephone Pulsar[/b] - Fading Starlet- [i]Washed up holoactress [/i] 
[b]Brother Bashar[/b] - Doomsayer- [i]REPENT THE END IS NIGH [/i] 


[b][u]Bio:[/u][/b] A daughter of the core world aristocracy Molly (or Marguerite as she was formally named) was meant to lead a life of staid privilege. Naturally rebellious and adventurous, not to mention spoiled and conceited, she fled an arranged marriage and went on a bender of truly legendary proportions. When the smoke cleared Molly found herself on an enlistment barge, apparently having signed up for the Hegemony Navy in a drunken, drug fueled, haze. Far from the first person to EWI (enlist while intoxicated) Molly was saved from grunt work in some god forsaken warzone by her IAT (initial aptitude tests). With her genetics and reflexes she was accepted for APT (advanced pilot training) at which she excelled.

Molly spent three years flying interceptors for the Hegemony, running down enemy fighters and shooting down incoming missiles. Seat of the pants flying that was hell on the nerves and burned out pilots by the droves. Hard drinking and drugs were just one of the coping mechanisms used by the men and women who plied the deadly craft. Bad attitudes were another and the combination of things meant Molly spent almost as many nights in the brig as tearing up the pubs and clubs of whatever planet or space station was handy.

It also meant that when a billionaire’s yacht was stolen and deliberately set on a high speed collision with another yacht, suspicion naturally fell to Molly. With the popularity of yacht billiards far from proven, Molly decided it might be a good time to take leg bail from the Hegemony and strike out on her own.


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[b]Stress:[/b] [000------]
[b]Harm:[/b]
[indent][b]Level 3:[/b][list]
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[b]Level 2:[/b][list]
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[b]Level 1:[/b][list]
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[b]Cred:[/b] 0/4
[b]Stash:[/b] 0/40
[b]Armor:[/b]
- Normal [X]
[b]Load:[/b] Normal (3/5)
[list][*] Fine customized Space Suit (2)
[*] Fine mechanics kit(1)[/list]
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