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.