The year is 2280. One hundred years ago, the planet Earth discovered the secret to space travel, and it didn't take them long to find extra terrestrial life. Within years humans made their way in to the galactic space committee designed to keep peace within the galaxy. Human involvement quickly started to develop, and in only a 20 year time period, a human was head of the Galactic Committee.

Since then there have been alien interactions, allies, treaties, and more... Earth and other planets have sent expeditions to travel to distant, unknown planets to see what is there, chart them, and learn about the inhabitants... At first there were many volunteers, but it didn't take long for it to be a death sentence to sign up. In These times of happiness, and exploration there are always criminals.

The Galactic Committee devised a plan, and made it law stating that any criminal caught guilty could be charged with their sentence, or can "volunteer" to join the Expedition force.. Most people who sign up die within weeks... but one team lead by a notorious criminal has seemed to live the longest, and solving some galactic tension. They are called the Marauders. Although composed of some criminals, some of the galaxy's best join the team for the adventure, or the thrill of fighting. The criminals working for the Committee have precautions on them that make sure they don't escape or turn sides against them... but success comes with benefits.

As of right now the Marauders is the team that is keeping the galaxy in order, ironically.... Do you have what it takes to be a Marauder?

RULES:

1) This is a Sci-Fi RP, so please please please feel free to create a race or some sort of awesome character! haha originality is awesome!
2) This RP will have us going to different planets, before we go to one We'll discuss what this planet will consist of so it isn't stereotypical and stuff like that haha
3)This is your RP just as much as its mine
4) Don't be a douchebag.
5)If you have any questions on what you would like to do for the team, or have a plot idea, or someone's giving you trouble, please PM me, i would love to hear your guys' ideas, and i'm here to help!
6) Don't be OP'd in your race or your weapons and stuff like that
7)There will be romance, drama, action, adventure, comedy, you name it! so it'll be Pg-13 or higher haha

FORM:

Name:
AKA: optional
Age:
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder, Criminal, Bounty Hunter, Committee member/soldier, etc.
Role in Team?: Marauder only
Bio: Doesnt have to be long.
Personality:
Weapon(s) : optional
Family/Relationship?: Optional
Other:

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Name: Jason Hunt

AKA: Cap(to crew members), Jay, The Marauder

Age: 26

Appearance:

Faction: Mercenary, Marauder, Criminal

Role in Team?: Leader, master of stealth

Bio: The last time I saw my dad was when i was 10, and he had a bullet in each lung, and the head. I was born on Earth, but then traveled light years away to a small farming planet.Some of the farmers there thought that they were being mistreated, and weren't getting their fair pay... So some got the idea that starting a rebellion. They almost immediately got caught, and had the nerve to accuse my father of being the man behind it all... My father denied the accusations, and he being the stubborn bastard he is, didn't give in... They breached our house, and shot my father who tried to defend my mother, his name, and I...

My mother died of shock a little bit later, leaving me to fend for myself, with a deep hatred for the Galactic committee. I smuggled my way on to a ship, and traveled to a grimy, dirty place full of giant skyscrapers and scum bags... I learned to fit in very quickly. From then on I climbed my way up the criminal ladder. I stole, I cheated, i fought, I blew stuff up, and sometimes murdered if it was a good reason (like the man responsible for my father's death). It was mostly related to the Committee though. Soon enough i was a wanted man.I "borrowed" a big, fast ship that once belonged to a friend of mine until he was shot down in a firefight. I was notorious for being able to escape the grasps of police or soldier squadrons. I was respected around the galaxy But i was captured while trying to retrieve information for a client (I just got in to the Mercenary business). Standing in front of the council, i had the choice of the death sentence, or to join the ever so popular "Expedition unit"

I accepted... I was now a part of the thing i hated the most. My ship was issued under the Committee, and I started as a crew member. After showing my skills with a rifle and stealth, i ranked up. I was the last survivor of my original squad as well, and i was then "promoted" to a Captain, and got my ship back... Its been a year now. My team and I are the record holders for longest lasting expedition team so far. We call ourselves The Marauders. Its a very fitting title for our group of misfits. Although most of us are criminals, and don't really trust easily... I think we've been through enough to have some sort of comfort knowing that we got each other's backs...

Personality: Bit cocky, and a smartass. Doesn't trust easily, but is loyal to all his crew members he's known for a while. Also very persuasive, suave, and although he hates the Galactic Committee, he tries to be nice to civilians that are nice back. Stubborn, very courageous, and a quick thinker.

Weapon(s) : A rifle with many settings on it (flametorch, water hose, laser, stun, etc.), and a small pen looking object that when placed in the palm shoots out a laser whip.

Family/Relationships: Anyone interested, let me know!

Other: Has a faint scar on his upper lip from the Committee invading his house when he was 10.

Name: Jason Lee

AKA: Ace

Age: 29

Appearance:

Faction: Marauder, Criminal

Role in Team?: Pilot

Bio: Ace was born in space, inside a factory-ship that traveled between mining colonies. As many spacers, as people born in space are often called, he learned how to fly a ship from a very early age. Even among spacers, he was among the best pilots, having an innate "feeling" for the most complex workings of celestial and orbital mechanics. Still, life in a factory-ship isn't easy and soon enough he found himself looking for a better paying job and the only one he could find was as the pilot for a smuggler ship. After making a name for himself as the only pilot able to consistently evade authorities on a banged up deathtrap of a ship, he was finally found and arrested after his then captain fired the ship's rear-facing missiles against a patrol ship that was too close, the blastwave knocking out all main engines. Using only the maneuvering thrusters and using the gravity wells of the nearby planets and moons, he was able to set an stable orbit until more patrol ships came upon them.

Personality: Quick witted and cautious, he is able to think on his feet and stay out of trouble, but don't let looks fool you... he's quite able to get out of any trouble he gets in.

Weapon(s): A 6 shot, .357 caliber (9mm) revolver with bullets that act like miniature rockets (think Warhammer 40k's bolters, though the bullets are not explosive) on a leg holster, almost all the time, and a machine pistol firing caseless ammunition, whenever he needs the extra firepower.

Family/Relationship? Open for anyone interested! ;)

Other: Anytime he's flying, he wears a very old russian-style tank helmet, for luck, like the one in this picture:

Accepted! but it looks like your appearance picture isn't working, can you get that fixed please? if you can't you can always give a description, or find another picture (animated or real, it doesn't matter to me for anyone haha)

Weird, but I just changed it, see if it works now.

yep, its good! thanks!

Name:
Vlare Blayn
AKA:
Val
Age:
Her race ages slower than humans, so physically she looks about 18, when in reality she is 25.
Appearance:

Faction:
Marauder
Role in Team?:
Scientist
Bio:
Val lived a normal life on her planet, the planet of VerMoul, she had a normal childhood just like everyone else, went to school at the age of five just like everyone else, when she was 18 she was married to a man whom she didn't love, just like everyone else, the first 18 years of her life was living just like everyone else, then on her 19th birthday she just decided to leave, she left no note, no goodbye, she told no one, she just, left.
She was tired of being just like everyone else, tired of having to be a housewife like all of the females had to be on her planet, sick of it all, so she just left.
She stole a car, it was unlocked because crime was near nonexistent on VerMoul, and drove away, hitched a ride with some tourists and just left her planet, she lived with the tourists who had given her a ride for a few years, then she got her own house, at 20 she was living on her own and studying science, she was going to go into a medical practice, then she got the call that said her family, the tourists who had taken her in and taught her how to be more human, had died in an fire set by their neighbor.
She realized then there were people dying every day, and staying in one place could ruin her chances of ever learning more about the world, without learning she would still be like everyone else, not helping the world in any way whatsoever, she had to know everything, so she decided to join the Marauder because they traveled everywhere, she could learn more and by learning more she would be able to help more people.
She doesn't want to stand out, she just want's to not be like everyone else, she want's to save the world.
It's a weird mission, but she wishes to be the world's greatest scientist, so she can help others, cure illnesses and end wars.
Such a naive pacifist.
Personality:
She's patient but she can snap if you push her too far, usually she keeps to herself, she doesn't like to talk in large groups, so if there's a debate she won't speak up, she's more of an observer. That can be both a good and bad thing because sometimes she needs to speak up because she has important info, but she is too shy to. She's a smart person, extremely smart and will cower away from a battle, but if she needs to she will fight begrudgingly, on her planet no one was social and always kept to themselves, reading and learning, so that's why it's hard for her to make friends, she is not used to people.
She's socially awkward and get's flustered around people, she's never had so much as a friend before, on her planet you are betrothed at the age of 18 to someone who matches your intellectual status and that's that, friends are nonexistent and you are separated from your family at 5 to go to school until you are 18, after which you get married, so she is unused to the idea of feelings for other people, friendship or otherwise.
Weapon(s):
She just uses whatever she can
Family/Relationship?:
Open
Other:
Her eyes change from blue to red if she gets angry.

Name: Luirae Driani
AKA: Rae
Age: 25
Appearance: http://fav.me/d5bbiav
(The markings on her body is as soft as skin but in time of danger it becomes more like the crystal it looks like making it a slight armor)
Faction: Marauder, Bounty Hunter
Role in Team?: Doctor
Bio: Rae was born on a planet covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland at first look. If you were trapped there, it would hold nothing but blizzards and large blocks of hail that fall from a never ending storm. The clouds only clear once every year, letting the two moons circling her home planet to shine through and light up the snow causing something special to happen. Glowing flowers called Farafell bloom, only lasting one night but it is the only time her people see the surface of their home. You see, her planets true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one very different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land. The only source of light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees released at certain times every day.
The people of her land don't keep their children past the age of 4 so most parents aren't attached to their children or share a bond. It is a strange concept to Rae to have people support her or be there for her since she is not use to it. The people of her home choose your job and then you are trained till you are of age to do the job assigned. It is all very official and not a lot of emotion is put into things but that is just their way. They are not mean or cruel, just to logical and try to be kind to all they meet (which is not many) unless they are given reason to attack. Not many of her race ever leave home since it is almost impossible for flight, in or out and everyone always has a place to belong which never gives them reason to want to leave. Rae felt she could be more and do more so she took her chances, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell.
Since then, she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when a officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost three times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed as she was starting to feel stuck in one spot again after being there a couple of years. Instead she switched to focusing on medicine, wanting to be able to help people and even save them. Being a bounty hunter meant always being alone which didn't pull her out of her quiet shell. Going to school and being around so many people where communication was necessary made her build confidence and allowed her to understand some emotions and things such as friendship. After graduating, she joined the Galactic Committee so she could explore the universe and they assigned her to the Maunders.
Personality: She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always puts her heart in everything she does. Rae can be stubborn and rash but she is also kind and if you are lucky enough to get close to her, then she has unbreakable loyalty. She is the kind of person that would give up her life if it meant protecting others. Sometimes she can be oblivious to certain things or doesn't understand certain types of emotions but it is only because of her background where their wasn't much emotions.
Weapon(s) : Usually uses a gun or bow/arrows
Family/Relationship?: Open to anyone who is interested ;)
Other: Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she wants and see straight to the bone, muscles or tendons depending on what she prefers to see. This is one of the reason she was a bounty hunter seeing as how this little gift gave her the edge of having perfect accuracy to knock out her opponent or get the upper hand in battle.

All accepted, but akaya, your picture isn't working for me, can you fix it please?

I'll fix it, strange that it was working last night but not this morning.

Name: Darius Zahra
AKA: N/A
Age: 41
Appearance:

Faction: Mercenary, Marauder, Criminal.
Role in Team?: Armory Officer
Bio:
Darius was born on a small, far off human colony to a dysfunctional family consisting of his mother, father and himself. His childhood was rough as his father beat him regularly and he always got into arguments with his mother. Between all the times he got in trouble for getting into fights or back-talking teachers he barely finished high school. Immediately after school he enlisted as a soldier. He found a niche in the military as he was great with firearms and explosives. The only thing he detested was being ordered around so much, but he was smart enough to just keep his head down and listen. He was placed in the defense force on another human colony, the stay was mostly quiet as the only trouble that he would have to deal with were the occasional raider attacks which were always handled pretty easily.

He spent six years on the colony and afterwards he was given an honorable discharge. He took his payment and left the colony, at that point he just kind of pointed between jobs for a few years, spending time as a bounty hunter, bodyguard and bouncer at a nightclub. He never really liked any of these and ultimately decided upon becoming a mercenary, when one of his friends offered him a job. He happily took the job, eager to once more get a gun in his hands and fight battles.

For the last 16 years he has been a well known mercenary. fighting on dozens of planets all for the money. The job paid well enough, and he was very skilled at what he did, making a name for himself. This came to a screeching halt when he was arrested on suspicion of murdering three civilians, which he himself did not remember doing. The authority that had brought him in offered him the chance to become a Marauder, he took the chance as it sounded like fun to him and it would be a better alternative than having to answer for the three murders.
Personality: Darius considers himself pretty intelligent as he has managed to last so long as a mercenary when most mercs ended up in bodybags, though he isn't cocky, just confident in his own abilities. He's not big on small talk or making friends as his old friends are all dead, imprisoned or he lost contact with them. This doesn't mean he's mean, he can be friendly, he's just been around for a long time and has seen alot. He'll interact with those in command or those that have earned his respect. He'll happily tell stories about his past if asked to, remembering the "glory days" is always fun to him.
Weapon(s) : A submachine gun with a 50 round clip and two firing modes, full automatic and semi automatic.
A bolt action sniper rifle
A combat knife, the usual one that soldiers would carry.
Family/Relationship?: Both his parents are deceased, other than that he's single and has no family he knows of.
Other: Has a small tribal band tattoo on his left forearm.

Accepted!

Nice, though just wanted to say that a gun in ".45mm" as the one in the picture would be pretty impractical, the bullets would be little more than short needles :p I take it they meant .45 caliber, not .45mm

I'm interested, looks like this can become an exciting RP if done properly :D But I'm leaving for Sweden tomorrow and won't be able to post until next Saturday. If I make a CS before I leave, then could you consider it? :)

ONL said
I'm interested, looks like this can become an exciting RP if done properly :D But I'm leaving for Sweden tomorrow and won't be able to post until next Saturday. If I make a CS before I leave, then could you consider it? :)

Yeah, I'll look at it! If you can get one up, I can accept it, then give you a recap when you come back

Jones Sparrow said
Yeah, I'll look at it! If you can get one up, I can accept it, then give you a recap when you come back

Goodie! I was planning on having either a character who is that kind of loyal superior who is ordered to make sure everything goes according to plan, or something else I'm not really sure of :/

You still open for recruits?

BlackSam3091 said
You still open for recruits?

Yep! Anyone's free to join!

Name: Rane Traxian

AKA: Insane Rane, Red Rane

Age: Unknown, though other Canmorians say he looks to be younger than middleaged

Appearance: Rane is a Canmorian from the planet Canmore, funnily enough, a lizard like bipedal alien that have a few key differences. Canmores gravity is heavier than that of earth and Canmorian bone structure is significantly denser than that of a human, making them stronger than any man. Rane stands at about 6'3" and although as lean as a rabbit, his frame hides a deceptive amount of muscle. He has hand painted tribal markings all over his face and body, but whatever he used for paint isn't washing off anytime soon. . . That's if he does wash. Like all Canmorians his skin is a milk bottle white and he is covered in bone plates and spikes that serve as an armor for the species. His eyes are an amber gold and slitted like a cats. Canmorians, much like humans, have a mixture of Incisor and Molar teeth but the incisors are slightly longer and sharper. Canmorians have three fingers and one thumb on their hands, and each digit ends in bone like talons.

Faction: Criminal, Former Bounty hunter, Marauder

Role in Team?: To make a big ol' mess of the enemy and be home by dinner time.

Bio: No one, not human or Canmorian, quite know what happened to Rane to make him the way he is. Some say he musta suffered some great tragedy in his past, others that he was born wrong. There's rumors that he's been the edge of space, and what he seen there drove him over the edge. Superstitious Canmorians, of which there are a lot, say that the Skyfather -the Canmorian God of creation- is punishing Rane for sins of a past life by giving him a soul with holes in it. Needless to say, there's something off about him.

The first people started hearing about him was about twenty years ago, just around the same time Humans started making waves, when he came outta nowhere offing bounty's that folks had previously thought untouchable. He was Insane, they said, taking on the high and mighty with nothing but a blaster and a vibrosword. Still, it was nice to have someone taking out the galaxy's trash. The years passed with Rane making more and more of a name for himself but not really doing much of note cept killing a few scumbugs.

Then, two years ago, he went and killed two committee members.

There was an outcry. Some bounty hunter filth had slaughtered some of the galaxy's finest! The committee peacekeeping forces where just gearing up to track Rane down when he went and saved them the trouble by handing himself in, sword held in one hand and a datapad in the other. The forces where suspicious at first, thinking it was some sorta trap. Little did they know the trouble was just beginning. Turns out the two committee members were little better than crooks themselves. Prostitution, drug trafficking, slavery, they were in on it all, and Rane had proof of it all on his little datapad. When asked where he got his info from he looked his interrogators straight in the eye, smiled wide and said "The committee". He then went on and told an intricate story of internal strife within the committee, where backdoor politics had gotten so outta hand that members were actively trying to get each other killed, and one enterprising Magalenian had fabricated all the evidence of the recently deceased corruption to try and remove them from galactic
politics. "I only figured it out after I cut that fella in half" said Rane "Felt it was only right to turn myself in after".

The story he told was incredible, so incredible it almost had to be believed, one that no sane person would come out with. However it was widely known that Rane was nuts, and the evidence that the two committee members were corrupt was irrefutable. They couldn't pursue the story of a broken government any further, but now they were left with the quandary of what to do with a murdering Canmorian who had in essence both killed two members of the committee and two criminals. After a long discussion only one answer stood out. Make him a Marauder.

"Works for me" responded Rane.

And now? Now he's Jason Hunts problem.

Personality: He's absolutely cracked, with his own sense of morality, loyalty and honor. The trouble is trying to get him to share what it be with anyone else.

Weapon(s) : A Camorian wrist blaster, a plasma generating short ranged weapon, light body armor, and his two handed, vibro blade he has named the Sword of the Skyfather.

Accepted!!

So when would the IC go up, if you don't mind me asking?