[CHAR] The Marauders (Will Return)

[Jones Sparrow]

Name: Raymond Chase

AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance:

Raymond

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Leader, Ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has also made him a jack of all trades.

Bio:

His Story

Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.

But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against my step dad. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.

One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.

That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect them. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.

I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.

I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.

I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.

I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.

I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.

Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."

I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.

It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.

Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.

Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet.

Star-Fighter:

Raven

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One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.

Family/Relationship?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other ever since the two joined, she's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Raymond. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.

Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to shake.

For being on "The Rock", Raymond has a nasty "M" that was burned into his skin on the side of his neck, the mark of a murderer.

[Akayaofthemoon]

Name: Luirae Driani
AKA: Rae
Age: 25
Race: Cristallum
Appearance: http://fav.me/d5bbiav
(The crystal markings on her body are as soft as skin but in time of danger it hardens to become more of a natural armor)
Faction: Marauder, Bounty Hunter, Galactic Committee Volunteer
Role in Team?: Doctor/Medic
Bio: Rae was born on the planet of Pluvia, a world covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland of endless white and jutted glaciers 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 and sky of their home though it is not because of the frigid temperatures but because it is more pleasant to live by other means. You see, her planets true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one very uniquely different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land above as well as below. The only source of light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees released at certain times every day.
The Cristallum 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 for this reason that Rae finds it a strange concept to have people support her or be there for her since she is not use to it from her own kind. The Cristallum species chooses 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. None of her race ever left 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 than what she was ordered so she took her chances by learning the technologies from the outside world and used the broken parts of fallen ships to make one of her own, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell.
It wasn't long before she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when a officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost five times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed but at least it was something since she was starting from scratch. After a few years on the job Rae was starting to feel stuck in one spot again and it was miserable to be catching people only to have them being put who knows where. 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 and lack of understanding seemed to put her in more trouble with others so the change in her life had brought about more than just her happiness but taught Rae about things she couldn't learn in class. 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 though she was still lacking in many areas, at least she was more aware about the worry of upsetting others. After graduating early, she joined the Galactic Committee as a volunteer so she could explore the universe and they assigned her to the Monroe,letting her choose to a certain extent who would be on it or at least the original crew. The Committee would continue to ask her opinion now and then.Most would think her crazy, wishing to be on a ship of criminals and sent on suicide missions but to her it is the most rewarding job. She joined for her own reasons but stayed so she could help everyone on the ship even though she works for the Committee technically, her loyalty is not to them. She would never want to restrict the Marauders or write reports about every little thing they do. She wants to make sure they live on.
Personality: She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always puts her heart in everything she does. Rae can be stubborn,rash, and blunt 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) : Elemental dual pistols or special bow/arrows. The bow has a specially made string that can contracts into the middle when a certain button is pressed. It activates a magnet to keep the metal holder for the old string in place before activating a high powered lazer as the "new" string.
Family/Relationship?:

• Has a strong relationship to the Captain of the ship. She isn't sure what kind of relationship but she respects him and he has her loyalty.

Other: Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she so chooses and see straight to the bone, organs, 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 but on the brighter side it helps her be the good doctor she is. (She can only look through bodies, everything else appears black or dark in this mode of vision)
Rae can also regenerate but only superficial wounds will be healed rapidly. The more she has to grow back the longer it takes and not everything can be fixed if destoryed which can lead to her death. If she were to cut off a finger it would take a few weeks to grow back and cut off an arm it would take years.
Has a love for plants of all kinds but usually only keeps medically helpful ones around.
Plays music here and there. Most say the instrument sounds like an electric violin, whatever that is.Pic of instrument

[Hawlin]

T4-073 'Kaite'

Name: T4-073
AKA: Kaite (Pronounced 'Kite' (Will usually respond to anything as long as he knows he's being addressed))
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race

Aylv

'The Chimeras of Triganavia', 'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to midnight and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.

In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships with lures of distress signals, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Abstract'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. Though clusters of their forces have been eradicated, the unwavering and unpredictable frequency of attacks has left the Committee widely clueless how wide-spread the threat of The Legion and its Children of Aylv reach.
The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the three-hundred or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.

Tormented ramblings whisper of the horrific brutality displayed by Aylvic marauders and their monsters, as well as mention upon hushed lips of some mysterious technology they possess. It has been romanticized as a presence rather than a device, capable of crushing, freezing and effortlessly tearing men women and children asunder with a mere mention of a few shapeless words. The Committee rejects these claims, as rumors of a glorified pirate faction in possession of terrifying, unknown technology is bad for morale.
For numerous reasons, this force the Aylvic Legion supposedly wield is referred to as 'The Mantle'.

Speculation surrounds the appearance of Aylvs, since experiments in their creation lead to a slurry of genetic combinations. The 'Primes' are the most stable and therefore hold more prominent roles in their society. Primes appear as small humans ranging between four to five feet tall with rabbit-like ears and tail, vertically slit pupils and pronounced top and bottom canines.

Curiously, Aylvs were designed to be genderless. As such, they do not have exclusively 'he' and 'she' distinctions even in physical appearance, but rather varying levels of gray somewhere in between.

It is unclear how long 'Wild' Aylvs live for, how reproductions works or if they established a 'home' planet. Their culture, religion and hierarchy is also widely unknown. Captive Aylvs tend to die from cardio-myopathy relating to stress and tirelessly resist interrogation. Information regarding them is difficult to glean, as the Legion is more likely to shoot someone than answer a single question, and those with answers are in unreliable states of mind.

Appearance

Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.5ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair mostly covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a silvery blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with a slight hue of the blondish pink around the edges. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities, mostly white bottom with color striping the top. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This eyepatch relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch from, the ship...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his lithe figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)

Concept

Faction: Marauder, Child of Aylv (by blood, only)

Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, Chief of Security, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this for the time being)

Bio

There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless once to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.

Then it was me.

I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho Triganavia sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me. It was for the better; I had always dreamed of seeing the stars, and now I fly with them.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful. Having an assignment as chief of security had not sounded very important until I was required to forcefully detain one of my associates after they murdered that one Yhei whose name escapes me.

Personality

On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, 073 is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose themselves to in order to accommodate their disposition. For the sake of convenience, 'Kaite' identifies as male...though arguably behaves otherwise.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. These goals are usually to coincide with orders, though his building individuality blurs these lines.
Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.

His is compassion and caring is presented objectively...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be. Regardless, he still gives his attempts at seeming genuine all of his effort, and it's quite convincing at times.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. This is mostly in response to reactions regarding his appearance, having no knowledge of his star-borne brethren. After an altercation last time the Monroe stopped at the spire, Kaite is required to be in disguise when he leaves the ship...and he doesn't easily forget events or drop grudges.
Kaite does not see himself being on good terms with other races, and the actions of others validated the concept of 'disliking someone for no reason' in his mind.

Without the common grounds of his free brethren, Kaite has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.

Weapon(s) :
- 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.
- A simple Pappenheimer Rapier tailored to his size and mostly for display, Kaite is still dangerously versed in fencing.

Family/Relationship?: Three brothers died from clone sickness, murdered his last brother out of mercy. Has been on The Monroe for about two months.
Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Uses broom closets and other small spaces in favor of the crew barracks.

[agentmanatee]

L'Azul

Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt

Age: 53

Race: Kautada

Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.

He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.

Salamander inspiration for appearance of race

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Chief Science officer

Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.

After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.

Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/

Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.

Sidearm

Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.

Other: None

[BayRat]

Space Dragon

Name: Jackal Westari
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas

The Gorgas Race

Reijar

Homeworld to the Gorgas, Reijar is filled with hyper-predatory reptiles and other monstrosities. It is a part of a single planet star system on the outskirts of humanities known exploration. With the world being primitive, extremely hot in many regions and possessing dangerous jungles, the world has only provided two exploits. Game for thrill-seekers to hunt, and those that wish to 'adopt' a primitive Gorgas.

Native to Reijar, Dragon-like is the best way to describe them, as they are six limbed and massive bipedal beasts. The average Gorgas height is about 12 feet with 18 feet at the rarest. Weight can vary between 950 to 2,180 lbs.
Muscular bodies are clad with the biological armor of their reptilian kin, the keeled scales along their body have a physical durability and texture similar to steel, with exceptions to a softer underbelly of leathery and pale scales. They have six limbs, a pair of legs and two arms, however the back row of arms are modified as functional wings. Though all four hands have opposable digits, the wing-bearing arms are less flexible outside of flight. Gorgas also have a long and flexible tail that has a modified bit of keratin on the tip that acts similar to a spear.

While there is no distinct dimorphism between genders, individuals can vary greatly. While height is an obvious factor, the Gorgas also have a wide variety of horns (or lack of), including shape, numeration, form, and overall diverse number of horns on a head. Some Gorgas may have more beak-shaped snouts where as others have saurian-like, or somewhere in between. Their scales are plated and keeled, and can vary between shades of green, black, red, orange, blue, and white. The eyes of a Gorgas resemble that of a Crocodiles, and are bio-luminescent, giving off a faint glow that may resemble a dim candle in the dark. Eye color can range from Yellow, Red, White, Blue, and Green.

Notable Traits

Firebreathers:
Like many reptiles of Reijar, the Gorgas have a unique biological evolution of heat-based organisms. Though cold-blooded their organic composure seems to have an indefinite heat resistance. Bone, flesh, and organs do not burn or disintegrate even at the most extreme of exposures to intense heat such as bathing in molten rock or plasma rays. And like some other reptilian species of their homeworld, they possess a breath weapon, in their case, being able to exhale a flammable gas that can be ignited with their modified forked tongues and lips if clicked at the right friction. This reaction can create a jet of intense flames up to 12 meters. In the wild this weapon is more so used to kill giant insects, keep themselves warm, clear forest debris, or temporarily blind would-be predators similar to a smokescreen, since most of the dangerous wildlife are also immune to the fire, it serves more as a smokescreen.

Hunter:
They have an excellent sense of smell with their forked tongue. They also have great vision, and can see well enough in the dark due to their glowing eyes.

Flight:
Their wings are not just for show as even the heaviest of Gorgas can pertain flight in gravity relative to that of earth's or lower. With strong arms they are able to fly for a good period of time.

Physical Armor:
Aside from their softer underbellies their steel-like scales are difficult to crack or break.

Monstrous Strength:
The average Gorgas is able to lift well over a ton of weight. They are able to bend and even break iron bars in half, and can get through steel with their claws eventually.

Ancient:
The Gorgas (as well as many other reptile species of Reijar) have an indefinite lifespan, their is no defined limit to growth nor does there cellular replication wear out. Biologically immortal, their longevity isn't fully achieved due to their primitive nature. Death from disease, war of other tribes, and the environment itself is common. Additionally, their longevity comes at a price. Not only do they reproduce at a low rate, but it takes a 100 years for a hatching to reach sexual maturity.

Notable Weaknesses

Cold-blooded

In most regions of Reijar temperatures below 85 F is an infathomable concept, The Gorgas can not tolerate low temperatures well due to their cold-blooded nature. They can be kept at room temperature, but in such conditions due to slower digestion they are forced to become rather lethargic and having lower stamina reserves. Temperatures below that, and they can easily die of hypothermia.

The Underbelly

While most of their scales are as strong as steel, their pale scales on the lower end of their body such as the chest are much softer and easier to penetrate with ballistic and/or melee weaponry.

Heat-Misconceptions

They are not entirely immune to plasma based weaponry, depending upon the scale of the weapon the mere explosive force can gore them. They can still drown in lava and dropping them into a star would still kill them instantly from the factors of no breathable oxygen, intense gravity, etc. While resistant to acids and bases, as they will not succumb to chemical burns, their scales do soften and break, and flesh and bone can be eroded with strong chemicals.

primitive race

The Gorgas are very rare to see outside of their planet, and with good reason. Aside from a few exceptions that leave the planet for the stars, the Gorgas race is at a technological point of the stone age. They have yet to develop any vehicle, and their only weapons are makeshift spears, bows, and other such equipment. Granted some have been able to hand craft metal weaponry, needless to say their technology is far to primitive to be practical compared to the rest of the galaxy. The Gorgas remain as primitive tribal communities in their planet.
unable to make their own weapons, the Gorgas that due end up outside of their technological realm have difficulty using foreign technology. Alien armor does not fit their body at all, and their weapons can barely be used in their massive and clumsy claws. For those looking to hire a Gorgas, they more so expect to hire one for raw muscle then anything else, as that's all their conventionally good for.

Appearance:
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.

Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Enforcer
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.

Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.

Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a 7 foot blade and a 1 foot handle, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted shield that can attach to the wrist.

Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: When he does speak, it would sound something like an orc trying to speak a Russian Accent, if you can imagine that.

[Pathfinder]

VLS-482106

Name: VLS-482106

AKA: Valus

Age: 36

Race: Varg

Appearance: A typical looking Varg, once upon a time. Valus stands at 6'9 and his time in the mines have "blessed" him body that rivaled even the strongest soldier. His skin is pale white, like bleached bones, and crisscrossed with many scars. His eyes are a piercing white, faintly glowing in low light. All in all he is fairly ugly by Varg standards, all hard edges and damaged skin. Then we move on to the machinery, the things most people will notice first. Strapped to his face and back is the machinery keeping him alive as his lungs had to be replaced when he caught "Dust Lung", a side effect of breathing in molten Warpstone fumes that corroded his lungs. One thing you won't notice at first is that the left side of his chest has been replaced with machinery, needing room to insert the refined Warpstone to power his new arm. The arm itself is slightly too large and heavy, causing him to slouch and walk with a odd geit. As is common with Varg cybernetics, they are incredibly uncomfortable to wear and make getting a good night's rest impossible. Valus carries himself with a constant annoyed scowl.

Faction: Marauder, Varg Revolutionary (Former)

Role in Team?: The Monroes chief "Geologist", a holdover from his time as Outcaste of Tuchan Mines, and an extra gun when needed.

Bio: Valus' life is hardly anything special. He was a miner, spent nearly his entire life surrounded by rock, dust, and that damnable Warpstone. All in the service of beings who didn't even know he existed, or cared really. It was his final five years as an Outcaste that things began to be interesting. Tensions were rising and a riot was on the horizon, the workers of Tuchan Mines having heard of the freedom of other races and wanted in. For three more years things grew, a fight here, destroyed equipment there, all it took was one well placed shot to start it all. The cork finally popped when an Enforcer pulped a younglings head as an example, soon all hell broke loose.

Valus was in the thick of it, the first real riot on Vrakkas in untold generations. Mining equipment was tested against weapons of war in a stalemate that lasted for days, many lives taken on both sides. Eventually the military won out, their sheer numbers and superior training beating the miners angry tenacity. Most were executed on the spot, but the Outcaste were shipped off the Galactic Committee most likely to drive a wedge between the Common Caste and the Outcaste by giving them lighter sentences.

Valus has been a Marauder ever since, traveling with a crew for nearly a year and three quarters before a pirate raid killed most of the crew. He's been assigned to Capt. Raymond ever since.

Personality: Valus is your typical Varg, a hulking brute with a dour, joyless attitude and little understanding of the intricacies of kindness and compassion. He is stoic and doesn't know how to open up to other about pain, both physical and emotional, as doing so would be a death sentence on Vrakkas. Instead he keeps to himself, only interacting with others as much as he needs to out of a skewed sense of survival as if at any moment the Families will swoop down from the void and make him disappear.

On the outside he is quick to annoy, his patience smeared thin by lack of sleep and constant discomfort, but would hardly ever raise his fist in anger unless he sees something truly monstrous. Having just left the heel of the Families nothing makes his blood boil more than seeing abuse of power, the only surefire way to cause the generally reserved Varg to break out in angry bellows. However should you strip away everything else, the pain, the anger, the flicker of rebellion yet to fully alight, you will find that Valus is just incredibly tired.

Weapon(s): Varg Mining Laser: A durable piece of equipment that Valus was able to smuggle off world as a final insult to the Families. It's intended purpose is to mine rock around precious metals and then divide those metals into easily movable chunks. It just so happens that if you point it at an enemy they will find empty space where armor, muscle, and bone used to be.

Cybernetic Arm: Being large and heavy has it's merits in a fist fight, plus having enough force in his hand to crush most metals isn't a bad side effect either. Though, he could always switch it out his "hand" with a mining drill.

Star-fighter: N/A

Family/Relationship?: Has sired several young but as law decreed he was not allowed to see them.

Other: Valus speaks with a deep, metallic voice which is punctuated by ragged wheezes and hacking coughs.

[Tala Avana]

Shyr Dracosis

Name: Shyr Dracosis
AKA:
Age: 19
Race: Elg'Cahl
Appearance: Fairly standard for a Elg'Cahl, with bright green eyes and rusty red fur. Stands at 3'8"
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Engineer, fighter

Bio

Hider cus this blew up real fast.

Bio: Taken from her homeworld by a group of pirates who had intended to use her as fighting slave, it became quickly apparent that she wasn't going to be doing their dirty work by force. After several disastrous attempts, the Captain of the crew opted to offer her a place on the crew itself, her fighting abilities in exchange for a share of the spoils. The promise of violence and being free of the small room she had been contained to made her quickly accept, and she soon adapted to their lifestyle. Shyr's curios mind eventually led her to begin pulling things apart to see what was inside and how it worked, starting small on things like laser weapons and slowly got bigger, up to computers, generators and even the engines of captured ships.

The pirate gangs success ended half a year later when they were attacking a ship and a Galactic Security forces arrived, causing them to immediately surrender as they knew they were outmatched. The crew was quickly sentenced for their crimes, but Shyr was a difficult case. While it was undeniable that she had helped the pirates, she did so without knowledge of the laws or even the Galactic Committee, being kidnapped herself. Eventually it was decided that she would be returned to her homeworld, but this idea was met with heavy resistance from her as she was adamant about remaining in space, wanting to explore and discover all the new things in the vast darkness. They tried to argue her out of it, but bringing up that the only place that might fit for an Elg'Cahl would be in the Expedition Force was counter productive as she loved the thought of a group dedicated to exploring the unknown with a high level of danger. So after a short three month course on mechanics and engineering (so she actually knew what she was tinkering with) she was shipped off to to the Monroe as their 'engineer'.

Personality: Shyr is a surprisingly happy and upbeat individual, curios about both people and things around her. She loves to find new things, but above all else the one thing that makes her the happiest is the thrill of a challenge, especially if violence is involved. She is a very fast learner, notable with how fast she picked up on advanced engineering.

Weapon(s): Combat shotgun, tooth and claw
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Other: Keeps a flask of toxic liquid on her at all times, made from metals from her homeworld. In combat she prefers close quarters, taking a liking to shotguns in particular.

[Vulkan]

Kellian Sythrac

"I'm trained to bring down empires. But assassins have much better job security nowadays."

Name: Kellian Sythrac
AKA: Operative Onyx, The Silent
Age:25
Race: Dyanel

Dyanel Info

Race: Dyanel
The Dyanel are a carbon based race, distantly related to reptiles in their true form, having a wiry muscle structure that gives them surprising speed and strength. Their main trait, and the thing that makes them so disliked, is their ability to shape shift into almost any form, copying their voice and appearance perfectly. Their entire society revolves around this aspect, with their true forms being a very closely guarded secret. Lying and manipulation are widely encouraged in their society, to the point that Dyanel are known for being surprisingly good losers, although they will always try and get their opponent back afterwards, often in a unpleasant way. Dyanel are also known for being incredibly patient, for the aforementioned reasons.

Their government is known as the Dyanel Hegemony, which, although small, has garnered a fearsome reputation for espionage and assassination of all who threaten them, both within the Dyanel and without.

The Dyanel are fairly new to the galactic stage, only making contact with the Galactic committee thirty-six years ago. This was due to their home planet being in a fairly remote part of the galaxy, any outside ship that found them, would be destroyed.
The Dyanel actually knew about outside life for a long time before their official contact, but chose to remain hidden in order to prepare for when they met the other races. Their plans were to introduce themselves as allies, only for Hegemony agents to infiltrate the ruling classes of the other races, allowing the Hegemony to garner power and influence far beyond the home world. Unfortunately for them, before this plan could be put into full effect, an attempted coup by the Dynael intelligence service sparked into a full blown civil war. The majority of Dyanel agents returned to the home world upon hearing of this, completely ruining the plans for the Hegemony and making the other races suspicious.

The civil war ended after a year, with the intelligence section losing and it being completely purged afterwards. The damage was done though, and almost all the other races had figured out what they had tried to do. Becoming pariahs, the Dyanel rarely leave their planet anymore, due to the not-entirely undeserved prejudices against them.

Appearance: (This is just his preferred form when in public)



Faction: Freelance Contract Killer (Former Dyanel Intelligence Commander)
Role in Team?: Tactician, Stealth expert, Spy

Bio

Bio: Kellian was born to a colonel in the Dynael intelligence service and his paramour. He was the eldest of four children. Shortly after his birth, his father was made aware of a new program within the service known as "Pureblood", designed to train the next generation of saboteurs and operatives for the galactic stage. His father put Kellian in the program at the age of three, and he proceeded to pass with flying colors, learning the arts of lying, seduction, manipulation and murder before he was even a teenager by human years. However, out of all of these, murder was the part he truly excelled at, to the point that his instructors, who had been some of the hegemony's best agents in the day, were impressed.

Finally, at the age of fourteen (Dyanel grow to adulthood by the age of 20, but live at least twice as long as humans) He was sent along with a Dyanel "Diplomatic group", where he proceeded to put his skills to work, becoming an incredibly effective agent despite his youth. He was responsible for assassinations, political scandals, impersonations and various other illicit activities throughout the next ten years. He was promoted to commander following the success of a particularly difficult mission, and would have gone further, if not for several of his father's old comrades launching a coup d'etat, including several of his instructors and fellow purebloods. His father, on the other hand, remained loyal to the government and was put in charge of hunting down the last members of the pureblood program that had joined the rebels. Being the son of a trusted loyalist, he was above suspicion, and ordered to kill his former friends and instructors, who, arguably, had been more of a family to him than his real one.

Unable to decide, and his faith in the system he had trusted all his life shattered, he took a third option, and vanished, using the form of a human agent he killed as a disguise. The hegemony has attempted to find him, but with little luck. Seeing as the Dyanel have been humiliated since evidence of their activities have been uncovered, it is almost impossible for them to follow him. He knows exactly how to remain hidden.

In the last year, struggling to make ends meet and secretly missing his old life, he started work as a contract killer throughout the galaxy, mostly specializing in killing targets through accidents. He took the alias "The Silent", because of this. Very few people know of his existence, and no one knows his identity as a Dyanel. He intends to keep it that way.

Personality: Conficting with his identity as a professional killer, former intelligence operative and all round ne'er-do-well, Kellian is a cheerful and friendly person, always happy to help people out with their needs and is generally described as a nice person to be around. Of course, underneath that happy image he can be extremely cold and calculating, able to read people easily and manipulate them with next to little remorse, assuming he needs to. If he ever gets close to people, he can be incredibly protective, even willing to lay down his life for theirs if he needs to. As he has had next to no friends in his life, he will cling onto those he does get, somehow. He is also extremely awkward around women, again, stemming from his limited non-professional contact with them throughout his life (he was also taught to consider them a distraction unless the mission involved seducing them). He is a lot more confident with them in the field though.

Weapon(s) : He does not carry any weapons in particular, preferring to procur whatever he needs in the field. Most of the time he will use stealth, charisma and his race's strength and speed (the latter of which is fast even compared to other Dyanel) to get what he needs. If needing to use a weapon, he will use short blades and silenced handguns.

Star-fighter?: He has learned how to fly most starfighters, but does not have one of his own.

Family/Relationship?: His father was promoted for his loyalty after the failed coup, and now serves as the Vice-Director of Dyanel intelligence, making him one of the most powerful men in the hegemony. He has placed a massive bounty on his son's head, but hasn't needed to pay a thing. His mother was killed during the coup, in a bombing on her settlement block. His three younger sisters also joined the intelligence corps, and are all on track to receive command positions like their big brother soon.

Other: He has a habit of subconciously moving things around a room if the owner isnt looking.

[Mistress Dizzy]

Name: Achieng, Clan Chima

AKA: Doctor Chima, Achi

Age: 28

Race: Watamaji

Appearance: Achi is heavily curved, with dark brown skin, topaz eyes, and short white hair. Her skin is extremely smooth, cool to the touch and slightly wet at all times. She has fingers that are half webbed. Instead of legs, she has a long tailfin. It starts the shade of her skin, but shifts to a brilliant orange-gold. Like most of her race who traverse the galaxy, she wears a sheer bodysuit that covers her from the waist up to the neck and arms. It is made of a material designed to draw moisture from the environment and stay damp to protect the Watumaji's skin. Over that, Achi usually chooses to wear a tunic from her home planet, one that is brightly colored and patterned, as well as jewelry that seems to be made of coral and bone.

From the waist down, she is settled in a water tank that is about the size of a personal scooter. The tank rolls smoothly on two treads, and Achi maneuvers it with a small control panel.

Faction: Council?

Bio: Bio: Achieng traveled with her parents around the planet, her mother being a singer that would visit great cities and small towns alike. Her mother's voice was said to be heard even by those whose souls had joined the Sea, and so she was requested at many dignitaries funerals. Unfortunately, Achi's mother became ill and never recovered. She died when Achi was still a child. Her distraught father took her to the home of her aunt, promising to return for her soon. He never did.

Young Achi grew up isolated. She was shunned by the townspeople, and shamed by her aunt. Her aunt considered her a freeloader, and her own past jealousy of Achi's successful and well-loved mother came out on Achi herself. Her uncle did nothing to stop his wife's poor treatment of their niece. Achi's only solace was in her cousin, who ignored his mother's opinions and treated her as a sister. The two grew up close, and he was Achi's savior.

Unfortunately, her aunt was not much kinder to her own son, and as soon as her cousin became of age, he pledged (married) to someone and moved far away from home. While he did offer to take Achi with him, she declined. Left on her own, Achi honed her singing in secret, growing more controlled and powerful by the turn of each tide. She also did everything she could to earn money, trading, bartering, and singing for pay.

The day came when she too, became of age, and she wasted no time in gathering her meager possessions and leaving. After bartering for passage on an off-planet ship, she made her way through schooling, excelling with honors. While she easily could have found work anywhere, she all but begged to be assigned with the Mauraders, wanting to figure out how they continued to succeed where so many others failed.
Personality: Achieng is gentle-hearted and caring, and at first glance would seem an odd choice for the military. However, she has an acceptance of all sorts of beings, and her position as a soldier's counselor makes sense to those who go to see her. She can hear terrible things, stories of war and blood, pain and grief, and take them in without judgement or reproach. She listens, and she comforts, and only offers advice when it is asked of her; sometimes people simply want to be heard, not corrected.

Outside of her role on the ship, she is friendly to others and usually quiet. The only time she would show any fierceness is if she was in personal danger, or someone was harming another person in front of her.

Weapon(s) : Could probably talk her way out of trouble if need be? Also carries a “fishing knife” that looks like a sword to most. Her planet has very, very big fish.


Star-fighter?: None

Family/Relationship?: Has her cousin back home who she communicates with every few months.

Other: Achieng won't let anyone know she can sing, as she considers the attention too much; however she might be caught humming if left alone.