[CHAR] Average Joes of the Verse

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Name: Edward "Ed" Steele

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ed is a tall man, standing at around six feet and two inches. His build is rather muscular and stocky from his time working on a mining colony. He has close-cropped brown hair and green eyes. A large scar runs across the bridge of his nose from an incident when he was younger. He is rarely seen without his ratty black leather jacket.

Homeworld: Ed was born and raised on a backwater mining colony called Pegasus. It's arid mountain climate and rich mineral deposits made it a popular spot for corporations to set up their own mining projects; though the harshness of the climate combined with the 40 hour long day cycle makes it somewhat of a risky project. The planet's capital, Trinity, is one of the only major built up areas on the entire world.

Personality: Ed is rather "rough and tumble". He is brash and a little quick to anger. He was never very well educated, although he displays a small natural talent for driving and flying vehicles. He spent a lot of his youth after his father's death running with a street gang, giving him a strong sense of loyalty (And a skewed set of priorities).

Skills: Ed's most marketable skill is his ability behind the controls of a vehicle, spacecraft mostly. He is also competent at defending himself, be it in a fistfight or with a gun.

Motivation: Much like his father, Ed was resigned to the life of a poor miner doomed never to leave Pegasus. He worked there from a young age, signing up as an apprentice at 16. Unfortunately, his father died during a cave in the following year.

The family struggled for money so out of desperation and anger, Ed turned to petty crime. He was arrested over and over again and was eventually given a choice: Serve time in prison, join the navy or leave Pegasus for good. He chose to leave and now spends his time doing whatever work he can to make ends meet.

His primary goal is to put his past behind him and to make something decent of himself.

Gear: Ed is rarely ever seen without a battered and scuffed black leather jacket. It holds no particular sentimental value, he just likes it. He will generally also have his old plasma pistol in a holster on his hip. Besides that, he keeps the usual amount of tools needed to keep a spacecraft in at least semi functioning order.

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Muagwa'Muhirii

Name: Muagwa'Muhirii

Race: Nunaaj

Age: 7 Moon Cycles (Approximately 90 Years in Universal Standard, or 37 in Nunaaj)

Gender: Masculine (Homologous)

Appearance: Standing at around 223 Centimeters, Muagwa is as lean and towering as the rest of his race. His skin is burnt from years under the harsh twin stars of Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden; His eyes are sunken and yellow of hue, with one eye delegated per face; His cranium is twice the size of a Human's, as is natural for his race (those of the greatest intelligence --often the nobility-- have skulls as high as three Human heads); The two faces adorning either side of his head are rather gaunt, though one carries a birth-mark above its eye; He has three fingers and four big toes on each of his analogous hands and feet. He has two arms and legs, all of them capable of snapping into reverse position; He has no back, but instead two fronts --and the accompanying sex-- on either side; The hair on his head is short, but adorns the entirety of his skull down to the foreheads; He is hairy on his Chests and Limbs; He has an extended lower-lip by way of a cork-like implant made at birth and replaced over the years to adjust for growth; His noses are hooked in shape; His 'ears' are round, reptilian-like holes on the sides of his head, covered over by two dangling lengths of hair; He has a singular horn protruding from each forehead; He has an extensive Clan-Tattoo winding all over his body.

Home-World: Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden (1st Star'2nd Star'Planet'Moon) is a rather scorched planet of scintillating dunes and shimmering oases, often with whole cities built around these lakes and the massive underground reservoirs beneath them; These cities often extend deep into the ground and far into the sky; The weather is harsh, with sandstorms being able to pick up whatever isn't nailed down to the ground, and for this reason, shutters are made of the same stone as everything else in the city, and appropriately locked when a storm is approaching; There are frequent earth-quakes, though they reside on mapped Fault-lines that go on for miles, uninhabited by the general populace; There are *No Oceans* on Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden, only oases and underground reservoirs of water; The planet's moon is uninhabitable and one of its stars is steadily dying, though a ways off in this regard.

Personality: Muagwa is both polite and snarky, often contradicting himself in this regard. He is relatively new to the universe and is thus still learning what is and isn't considered par for the course between the various races. He is lazy, but can't stand others who are lazy in turn, and he has a tendency of freezing up due to a lack of confidence in himself. Additionally, he has an at-times-annoying obsession with one-syllable words, as this is completely new to him.

Skills: Muagwa likes to think of himself as a competent trader and a novice hunter. Nothing else about him is especially above-average outside of his ability to juggle hoops all about himself.

Motivation: Muagwa'Muhirii was born into a Traders' Clan a Human century after the galaxy-wide spread of Translator-Buds, and is thus still on the cusp of his planet's admission into the Galactic Circuit. Given that his clan was one of many to establish Trading-Posts light-years out around his Home-World, he would occasionally spend time traveling to them with various Clan-Members, learning the trade as he went. Sadly, with the introduction of contact with the outside realms came the concept of inter-galactic conflict, and one such Trading-Post fell prey to a skirmish between various forces. Truth be told, he never figured out exactly *who* was fighting, as the damaged station plummeted into a nearby planet, landing as a stranded wreck for those that survived the crash. Life was harsh even for a native of Casca'Jadun'Osaye'Benden, and he jumped at the opportunity to hitch-hike aboard a passing transport. Since then, he's traveled across a couple planets, but has been relatively content to stay out of trouble.

His overall motivation is to one day return home...though, this has proven a more arduous task than one would initially assume.

Gear: Muagwa is often adorned in his robes, with waist-packs carrying the majority of his items, tools and trinkets within. For defence and leisurely usage, he carries a Plasma-Rifle in the style of his Clan's stick-like design, as it may also double as a walking-stick when the barrel is stopped. Almost needless to say, it is a relatively archaic design compared to that of other weapons, with a stopper in its barrel and a single-shot action of sticky near-molten plasma. He doesn't carry anything else on his personage.

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Vreyol

Name:Vreyol of Ilxa (aka Vreyol -- Ilxa is her colony.)
Race: Malatrin
Age: 24 Malatrin years (40 Earth years) Vreyol appears 20 years old, a young Malatrin in the prime of her life.
Gender: female
Homeworld: Malatrin-Alpha, Southern Hemisphere.
Appearance: As in the above picture. Vreyol is 5'3", 105 lbs. A pint-sized powerhouse, she carries a great deal of strength in her tiny frame. As the gravity on Malatrin Alpha is higher than on Earth, she tends to find moving / lifting items and most physical aspects of her life in the stars comparatively easy. As with most Malatrin of the souther Hemisphere of her homeward, she has characteristic darker pigmentation / markings around her temples, along her collarbones, down her spine and over her hips.
Personality: Vreyol is an intelligent, capable woman. That said, she is slow to speak unless the situation truly calls for it. She would rather allow actions to speak for her. Like many of her kind, Vreyol can come off as slightly cold to those unaccustomed to Malatrin society and traits. She is slow to trust and selective about the company she keeps, but once her loyalty is won, she is deeply committed to her friends and family.
Skills: Vreyol is a pretty great mechanic. A decent slicer (computer hacker.) Decent with a gun or a knife, and a capable hand to hand combatant.
Motivation: See as much of the 'verse as she can with the time she's got.
Gear: Some basic tools of her trade (interstellar transport mechanic,) a pair of Malatrin fighting knives, and an old, well-worn but serviceable slug-thrower. As far as clothing goes, as with most Malatrin, Vreyol prefers minimal, form-fitting garb. Her usual outfit consists of a tank-top-style unitard made of a tough, durable fabric not unlike neoprene. The unitard is sleeveless, and reaches to her thighs. While on duty, she wears a utility belt containing most of the tools she'll need, and a pair of loose (usually unlaced) combat boots.