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[CHAR] Humanity's Last Army
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Corporal Lance Devil Dog
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
Name: Darius Sebastian Hayes
Age: 28
Race: Human (Proxima Centari System)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Tenacity
Character Personality: If Darius were to be summed up in a word, that word would be "driven". He's an incredibly motivated individual that strives to be his best and do his best, to be a morally upright person with no regrets with which to look back on. This makes him responsible and dependable, a notable high-achiever. Darius is a man that doesn't take shortcuts and won't allow himself to rest until all the work is done and all the preparations are finished. Of course, this makes him high-strung and feel incredibly guilty for failures outside of his control.
While this behavior is admirable he also expects the same behavior of those around him and won't tolerate laziness among his peers. This can make him seem serious and demanding, which is true, in his best moments he's quite conservative and doesn't quite cut loose like others of his age might. Also an incredible nag and a bit of an adult babysitter. Still, his loyalty and willingness to give 100% all day every day make him a valuable friend to turn to in need.
Character Background: Darius hails from Proxima Centari, his birth home before the war beat humanity back to Old System in his early teenage years. Despite his current demeanor, Darius was a hellion in his youth, sparked by the tension that the incoming threat of the Bulwark had on his family. He shaped up quickly around the end of highschool when he was arrested and charged for starting fights which put him on the straight and narrow.
Darius's life after that was fairly mundane. He went to the University of Patowomak, Concord County of Mars, where he earned a Bachelor's degree in Business Analytics and began work as a life insurance salesman. He married his college sweetheart, Victoria, and at the age of 25 they had their son Julius. With the Bulwark encroaching Darius became more and more patriotic with a new family to be responsible for and began preparing for enlistment by hitting the gym and getting his affairs in order. When he truly felt ready and the draft came up with his number on it, Darius volunteered instead. A symbolic gesture mostly, but an important one.
Curio: Darius continues to wear his wedding ring even in the midst of heated combat, a stark reminder of what he's fighting to protect.
Darius Hayes is a larger gentleman, standing at a solid height of 6'1" and weighing 205lbs. His stocky frame is toned from his workup before volunteering with light brown skin. Not seeing his first battle yet, he is absent of scarring save for a large gash up his arm he received in a motor scooter accident as a teen. A tattoo of a skull is emblazoned across his forearm, a relic from his past as a rebel without a cause. Darius's hair is shaved down to a razor fade (by choice beforehand, not through processing) and would be an inky black if it were long enough to display itself prominently. He has a steely gaze and serious face much of the time.
Age: 28
Race: Human (Proxima Centari System)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Tenacity
Character Personality: If Darius were to be summed up in a word, that word would be "driven". He's an incredibly motivated individual that strives to be his best and do his best, to be a morally upright person with no regrets with which to look back on. This makes him responsible and dependable, a notable high-achiever. Darius is a man that doesn't take shortcuts and won't allow himself to rest until all the work is done and all the preparations are finished. Of course, this makes him high-strung and feel incredibly guilty for failures outside of his control.
While this behavior is admirable he also expects the same behavior of those around him and won't tolerate laziness among his peers. This can make him seem serious and demanding, which is true, in his best moments he's quite conservative and doesn't quite cut loose like others of his age might. Also an incredible nag and a bit of an adult babysitter. Still, his loyalty and willingness to give 100% all day every day make him a valuable friend to turn to in need.
Character Background: Darius hails from Proxima Centari, his birth home before the war beat humanity back to Old System in his early teenage years. Despite his current demeanor, Darius was a hellion in his youth, sparked by the tension that the incoming threat of the Bulwark had on his family. He shaped up quickly around the end of highschool when he was arrested and charged for starting fights which put him on the straight and narrow.
Darius's life after that was fairly mundane. He went to the University of Patowomak, Concord County of Mars, where he earned a Bachelor's degree in Business Analytics and began work as a life insurance salesman. He married his college sweetheart, Victoria, and at the age of 25 they had their son Julius. With the Bulwark encroaching Darius became more and more patriotic with a new family to be responsible for and began preparing for enlistment by hitting the gym and getting his affairs in order. When he truly felt ready and the draft came up with his number on it, Darius volunteered instead. A symbolic gesture mostly, but an important one.
Curio: Darius continues to wear his wedding ring even in the midst of heated combat, a stark reminder of what he's fighting to protect.
Appearance
Darius Hayes is a larger gentleman, standing at a solid height of 6'1" and weighing 205lbs. His stocky frame is toned from his workup before volunteering with light brown skin. Not seeing his first battle yet, he is absent of scarring save for a large gash up his arm he received in a motor scooter accident as a teen. A tattoo of a skull is emblazoned across his forearm, a relic from his past as a rebel without a cause. Darius's hair is shaved down to a razor fade (by choice beforehand, not through processing) and would be an inky black if it were long enough to display itself prominently. He has a steely gaze and serious face much of the time.
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Fisticuffs My hypocrisy knows no bounds
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Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Declan M. MacCormac (Formerly McClellan)
Age: 19
Race: Human (Earth-Born, Luna Citizen)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Empathetic
Character Personality: Declan is principled, but deeply afraid of everything he stands against. He hates the aliens and wants to help humanity, but is terrified of their superior power. He hates the leaders and authority of Humanity, but he’s fearful of the same system that destroyed his parent’s rebellion. That being said, Declan is a genuine altruist. He may not care for the government, but he cares deeply about humanity as a whole and will confront a fear to help out a comrade.
He’s empathetic and sociable. A self-professed “scaredy-cat,” but not a coward.
Character Background: Declan’s father was from what used to be Scotland, and his mother from what used to be Ireland. He was born in what used to be the United States. Declan’s parents were both proud of their now-meaningless heritage. At a young age, he was sent to Luna to live with his uncle and aunt. He didn’t learn the reason until he was older. His parents were radical revolutionaries, and both were in prison, with his mother awaiting a death sentence. He changed his last name to avoid any stigma that might come from his semi-infamous parents.
So he grew up, disillusioned with United Humanity, and with a strong distrust of authority. Not that he did anything about it. Instead, he threw himself into his studies, and was in the beginning stages of a career in medicine when he was conscripted.
Curio: Declan carries around an ancient off-brand Zippo-style lighter, that’s still functional. His father was a heavy smoker, and this was his only inheritance.
Appearance: Declan is somewhat scrawny. 5’ 11”, but only 140 lbs. He’s lanky, gawky. His face is boyish, but his eyes are sharp. The very beginnings of a beard are on his chin. His hair is dark brown, medium-length, and perpetually messy. His eyes are pale green and observant. His shoulders are broad, in contrast to his lean frame. His skin is pale, but not abnormally so. He is entirely scar and tattoo free.
Age: 19
Race: Human (Earth-Born, Luna Citizen)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Empathetic
Character Personality: Declan is principled, but deeply afraid of everything he stands against. He hates the aliens and wants to help humanity, but is terrified of their superior power. He hates the leaders and authority of Humanity, but he’s fearful of the same system that destroyed his parent’s rebellion. That being said, Declan is a genuine altruist. He may not care for the government, but he cares deeply about humanity as a whole and will confront a fear to help out a comrade.
He’s empathetic and sociable. A self-professed “scaredy-cat,” but not a coward.
Character Background: Declan’s father was from what used to be Scotland, and his mother from what used to be Ireland. He was born in what used to be the United States. Declan’s parents were both proud of their now-meaningless heritage. At a young age, he was sent to Luna to live with his uncle and aunt. He didn’t learn the reason until he was older. His parents were radical revolutionaries, and both were in prison, with his mother awaiting a death sentence. He changed his last name to avoid any stigma that might come from his semi-infamous parents.
So he grew up, disillusioned with United Humanity, and with a strong distrust of authority. Not that he did anything about it. Instead, he threw himself into his studies, and was in the beginning stages of a career in medicine when he was conscripted.
Curio: Declan carries around an ancient off-brand Zippo-style lighter, that’s still functional. His father was a heavy smoker, and this was his only inheritance.
Appearance: Declan is somewhat scrawny. 5’ 11”, but only 140 lbs. He’s lanky, gawky. His face is boyish, but his eyes are sharp. The very beginnings of a beard are on his chin. His hair is dark brown, medium-length, and perpetually messy. His eyes are pale green and observant. His shoulders are broad, in contrast to his lean frame. His skin is pale, but not abnormally so. He is entirely scar and tattoo free.
Corporal Lance Devil Dog
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7 yrs ago
Name: Jacob Thomas Hunter
Age: 22
Race: Human (Sol System A.K.A. the Old System)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Quick to Act
Character Personality: Jacob is a hothead that lives for confrontation, whether on the battlefield or off it. He's incredibly argumentative and inflammatory for the sake of it, holding the staunch belief that if you can't stand up for your ideals you may as well back down. He has a strong sense of "family" and looks after those in his circle, though problems may arise when members of his unit aren't in his clique. His respect is earned by deed, not by words, and he carries himself the same. Jacob won't talk himself up or brag about things he hasn't done.
The young man fancies himself a hardass after his first fight with the Bulwark unscathed and attempts to assert himself when convenient. Mostly to the new recruits who can't tell the difference between a vet and a pretender yet. His competitive nature often gets the best of him and he finds himself in unspoken rivalries with any that display a modicum of skill, whether or not he can match them in this area.
Character Background: Jacob Hunter originates from Jupiter long after the terraforming but still maintains the "Jupiter Pride" of living in a harsher environment than others even if those days are long past. He was a competitive member of his school track team, competing in the 110m Hurdle event and making it to conference before his stint in public education ended. Jacob never really returned to those high-intensity days of struggle and strong camaraderie before the war was knocking on his doorstep. He had achieved a scholarship to Gallion State on a combination of need requirements and selective application before attending college full time.
When the war had reached him the college students, being young and impressionable and most likely fighting fit, were among the first hit among the drafts. Jacob's number came up and off he went to the 588th. Not that he minded. Jacob was of the mindset that he would be fine, and he was technically right. The fledgling soldier has been in a grand total of one other battle in which he was fortunate enough to not take grievous injury, and he's spent his time since asserting this and ensuring that others follow his lead since he must be doing something right.
Curio: A piece of scorched metal from an up-armored vehicle, a war trophy from Jacob's first real skirmish.
Jacob has a youthful look about him with his young face and tawny complexion. He's 5'9" tall but a middle-of-the-road 162lbs. Fit but not stacked, Jacob relies more on his lanky frame to surmount obstacles than to power through them. The obstacle course is his domain. His hair is tidy yet still holding personality with an upswept cowlick of considerable length compared to most other soldiers, nearly enough to get chewed out for. His expressions is nearly always judging, watching, ticking off boxes on a mental checklist only known to himself. He tends to go out of his way to add extra little bits to his uniform that he finds to be "cool", such as knee pads because he can and not because they're necessary.
Age: 22
Race: Human (Sol System A.K.A. the Old System)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Quick to Act
Character Personality: Jacob is a hothead that lives for confrontation, whether on the battlefield or off it. He's incredibly argumentative and inflammatory for the sake of it, holding the staunch belief that if you can't stand up for your ideals you may as well back down. He has a strong sense of "family" and looks after those in his circle, though problems may arise when members of his unit aren't in his clique. His respect is earned by deed, not by words, and he carries himself the same. Jacob won't talk himself up or brag about things he hasn't done.
The young man fancies himself a hardass after his first fight with the Bulwark unscathed and attempts to assert himself when convenient. Mostly to the new recruits who can't tell the difference between a vet and a pretender yet. His competitive nature often gets the best of him and he finds himself in unspoken rivalries with any that display a modicum of skill, whether or not he can match them in this area.
Character Background: Jacob Hunter originates from Jupiter long after the terraforming but still maintains the "Jupiter Pride" of living in a harsher environment than others even if those days are long past. He was a competitive member of his school track team, competing in the 110m Hurdle event and making it to conference before his stint in public education ended. Jacob never really returned to those high-intensity days of struggle and strong camaraderie before the war was knocking on his doorstep. He had achieved a scholarship to Gallion State on a combination of need requirements and selective application before attending college full time.
When the war had reached him the college students, being young and impressionable and most likely fighting fit, were among the first hit among the drafts. Jacob's number came up and off he went to the 588th. Not that he minded. Jacob was of the mindset that he would be fine, and he was technically right. The fledgling soldier has been in a grand total of one other battle in which he was fortunate enough to not take grievous injury, and he's spent his time since asserting this and ensuring that others follow his lead since he must be doing something right.
Curio: A piece of scorched metal from an up-armored vehicle, a war trophy from Jacob's first real skirmish.
Appearance
Jacob has a youthful look about him with his young face and tawny complexion. He's 5'9" tall but a middle-of-the-road 162lbs. Fit but not stacked, Jacob relies more on his lanky frame to surmount obstacles than to power through them. The obstacle course is his domain. His hair is tidy yet still holding personality with an upswept cowlick of considerable length compared to most other soldiers, nearly enough to get chewed out for. His expressions is nearly always judging, watching, ticking off boxes on a mental checklist only known to himself. He tends to go out of his way to add extra little bits to his uniform that he finds to be "cool", such as knee pads because he can and not because they're necessary.
Name: Morrigan Baily
Age: 33
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Perseverance
Character Personality: Mo is very focused and straightforward. When something needs doing, she will give her all to finish the job. She is not reckless with it though. She will seek out the most efficient way to do things. A trait she picked up during her scavenging exploits with her Dad. Know what you want, find a way to get to it, don't get sidetracked. If you happen to find something else interesting, mark the spot and go back later. Mo still retains some of the things her Nana imparted on her as well. The desire to learn, to discover new things, to imagine a world free of the war with the Bulwark. Among friends Mo is a very warm and eager to share the stories of whimsy her Nana told her when she was a kid.
Character Background: Mo was a quiet child, but like so many children during war time she was never really a child. She grew up with her Nana and her Dad. The two of them tried their best to shield her as best they could from the effects of the war with the Bulwark. Her Dad made ends meet by scavenging tech and whatever could be found left on the old world planets as well as working as a mechanic for the army. He was good too so they somehow made due. It was a harsh life, but it was all they had.
When she was little Mo would spend her days with her Nana, who did her best to provide her with a semblance of education as a former teacher. She also kept the little girl's mind occupied with fantastical and whimsical stories of mighty heroes and heroines, of amazing, unseen and unheard of technological marvels of a strange race no one had ever seen but many had sought. Anything and everything to keep little Mo's mind of the raging war and misery around them.
When Mo was about fifteen her Dad started taking her out on scavenging expeditions and when he'd go to work fixing stuff for the military. Nana had protested at first, but soon acquiesced, knowing that the girl could not be sheltered for too long and needed to learn to live in this dangerous world of theirs. So Mo's Dad took over from Nana in training his daughter essential survival skills, scavenging skills, as well as mechanic skills. Although Mo was nowhere near as good as her Dad. What she excelled in was finding the most amazing of stuff among the rubble left by the old world humans. She was an expert finder and her Dad began relying more and more on her as the years went by when going out hunting for forgotten tech and anything that could be useful to the military.
On one such expedition on a once colonized planet near the border of the human-controlled space, where all the good stuff could be found as it contained gems of technology humanity once had discovered prior to their fall, Mo and her Dad were ambushed by a squad of Griks, led by a Wisseram. Mo'd just found the find of all finds, when all hell broke loose. The Griks attacked out of nowhere and it took all of their military escort just to manage and grab Mo and book it for their transport. Her Dad unfortunately was among the first casualties, throwing himself in front of his child in a desperate attempt to save her. He'd managed... partially. In a vicious attack one of the Griks had managed to cleave her father in two, taking Mo's right arm as well. She'd lost her Dad and her arm just a few months shy of her twentieth birthday.
Her father's good standing with the army, as well as their combined contribution as mechanics and tech scavengers had earned Mo the right to a prosthetic arm. But after the gruesome encounter and her father's death the girl was never the same. She became more stalwart, focused on defeating the alien threat. She joined the 588th Defensive Army, to which the soldiers who'd saved her belonged. Her only light in the tunnel were the stories her Nana continued telling her of a mysterious race known as the Celestials. Not much was known about them, but her Nana claimed they were responsible for many a space phenomena. Mo wanted to know who they are, why hadn't they helped humanity, when obviously they weren't helping the Bulwark. She was determined to find them. And whatever she wanted found, she sooner or later did. But to do that she needed to focus first on defeating humanity's enemy.
A side note: In terms of romance she is probably not going to be interested too much in the boys, sorry
Curio: Carries a gem her Nana claims is a Celestial communication device:
Age: 33
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Perseverance
Character Personality: Mo is very focused and straightforward. When something needs doing, she will give her all to finish the job. She is not reckless with it though. She will seek out the most efficient way to do things. A trait she picked up during her scavenging exploits with her Dad. Know what you want, find a way to get to it, don't get sidetracked. If you happen to find something else interesting, mark the spot and go back later. Mo still retains some of the things her Nana imparted on her as well. The desire to learn, to discover new things, to imagine a world free of the war with the Bulwark. Among friends Mo is a very warm and eager to share the stories of whimsy her Nana told her when she was a kid.
Character Background: Mo was a quiet child, but like so many children during war time she was never really a child. She grew up with her Nana and her Dad. The two of them tried their best to shield her as best they could from the effects of the war with the Bulwark. Her Dad made ends meet by scavenging tech and whatever could be found left on the old world planets as well as working as a mechanic for the army. He was good too so they somehow made due. It was a harsh life, but it was all they had.
When she was little Mo would spend her days with her Nana, who did her best to provide her with a semblance of education as a former teacher. She also kept the little girl's mind occupied with fantastical and whimsical stories of mighty heroes and heroines, of amazing, unseen and unheard of technological marvels of a strange race no one had ever seen but many had sought. Anything and everything to keep little Mo's mind of the raging war and misery around them.
When Mo was about fifteen her Dad started taking her out on scavenging expeditions and when he'd go to work fixing stuff for the military. Nana had protested at first, but soon acquiesced, knowing that the girl could not be sheltered for too long and needed to learn to live in this dangerous world of theirs. So Mo's Dad took over from Nana in training his daughter essential survival skills, scavenging skills, as well as mechanic skills. Although Mo was nowhere near as good as her Dad. What she excelled in was finding the most amazing of stuff among the rubble left by the old world humans. She was an expert finder and her Dad began relying more and more on her as the years went by when going out hunting for forgotten tech and anything that could be useful to the military.
On one such expedition on a once colonized planet near the border of the human-controlled space, where all the good stuff could be found as it contained gems of technology humanity once had discovered prior to their fall, Mo and her Dad were ambushed by a squad of Griks, led by a Wisseram. Mo'd just found the find of all finds, when all hell broke loose. The Griks attacked out of nowhere and it took all of their military escort just to manage and grab Mo and book it for their transport. Her Dad unfortunately was among the first casualties, throwing himself in front of his child in a desperate attempt to save her. He'd managed... partially. In a vicious attack one of the Griks had managed to cleave her father in two, taking Mo's right arm as well. She'd lost her Dad and her arm just a few months shy of her twentieth birthday.
Her father's good standing with the army, as well as their combined contribution as mechanics and tech scavengers had earned Mo the right to a prosthetic arm. But after the gruesome encounter and her father's death the girl was never the same. She became more stalwart, focused on defeating the alien threat. She joined the 588th Defensive Army, to which the soldiers who'd saved her belonged. Her only light in the tunnel were the stories her Nana continued telling her of a mysterious race known as the Celestials. Not much was known about them, but her Nana claimed they were responsible for many a space phenomena. Mo wanted to know who they are, why hadn't they helped humanity, when obviously they weren't helping the Bulwark. She was determined to find them. And whatever she wanted found, she sooner or later did. But to do that she needed to focus first on defeating humanity's enemy.
A side note: In terms of romance she is probably not going to be interested too much in the boys, sorry
Curio: Carries a gem her Nana claims is a Celestial communication device:
GM
Roughdragon1
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Age: 29
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Weapon-Savant.
Character Personality: There does not exist a man more boisterous, more joviant, and more merry than Yhorg Gatashnavik. More than the life of the party, he is the party. Words such as “Proud” or “Mighty” do little in truly describing this Herculean character. Though he may seem to have a force-field composed of bluffs and boasts, he is a loyal friend and true comrade to whomever he believes has a sincere heart.
Character Background: Yhorg is proud of his Jupiterian heritage, and it also helped that his home planet was said to have been named after a mythological king of gods. Raised in a zealous military family, he was groomed to be a soldier from the day he could walk. Due to the higher than average gravity on Jupiter, he is able to lift the heaviest of weapons because of his brutal training. He knows nearly any weapon inside-out, and it is because of this savant-level attitude towards firearms he was given the role of “Weapons Specialist” rather than the role of an ordinary grunt.
Curio: He keeps a grenade on him, scored with tally marks, each one representing a battle he survived. Currently, there are nine.
Appearance:
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Weapon-Savant.
Character Personality: There does not exist a man more boisterous, more joviant, and more merry than Yhorg Gatashnavik. More than the life of the party, he is the party. Words such as “Proud” or “Mighty” do little in truly describing this Herculean character. Though he may seem to have a force-field composed of bluffs and boasts, he is a loyal friend and true comrade to whomever he believes has a sincere heart.
Character Background: Yhorg is proud of his Jupiterian heritage, and it also helped that his home planet was said to have been named after a mythological king of gods. Raised in a zealous military family, he was groomed to be a soldier from the day he could walk. Due to the higher than average gravity on Jupiter, he is able to lift the heaviest of weapons because of his brutal training. He knows nearly any weapon inside-out, and it is because of this savant-level attitude towards firearms he was given the role of “Weapons Specialist” rather than the role of an ordinary grunt.
Curio: He keeps a grenade on him, scored with tally marks, each one representing a battle he survived. Currently, there are nine.
Appearance:
Name: Edward Terrance
Age: 30
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Technology Expert
Character Personality: While in public, he is usually reserved and quiet; while in private he can be outgoing and fun to those he considers family and friends. In combat, he is cold and ruthless to his enemies.
Character Background:
Born on Earth, Edward grew up with his parents in one of the few safe cities in the planet. His father was a former military captain who had to retire due to a leg injury, while his mother was a scientist, who specialized in technology; it's from her that Edward got the desire to learn about technology. After finishing high school, he went on to university where he earned his Bachelor's Degree in Computer Engineering, followed by his PhD. After finishing, instead of taking a job in this field, he decided to follow his father's steps and asked his father for training; thus when the draft came up, he volunteered, ready for what is coming.
He hates aliens in general but those that help humans he gives them the benefit of the doubt and if trustworthy, he will accept them.
He dreams of finding old human technology to help mankind return to it's former status.
Curio: An old IPhone 3k that runs on solar energy; the same with Bluetooth headset (Just saw Baby Driver, good film)
Appearance:
Height is at 6'5 feet.
Age: 30
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Technology Expert
Character Personality: While in public, he is usually reserved and quiet; while in private he can be outgoing and fun to those he considers family and friends. In combat, he is cold and ruthless to his enemies.
Character Background:
Born on Earth, Edward grew up with his parents in one of the few safe cities in the planet. His father was a former military captain who had to retire due to a leg injury, while his mother was a scientist, who specialized in technology; it's from her that Edward got the desire to learn about technology. After finishing high school, he went on to university where he earned his Bachelor's Degree in Computer Engineering, followed by his PhD. After finishing, instead of taking a job in this field, he decided to follow his father's steps and asked his father for training; thus when the draft came up, he volunteered, ready for what is coming.
He hates aliens in general but those that help humans he gives them the benefit of the doubt and if trustworthy, he will accept them.
He dreams of finding old human technology to help mankind return to it's former status.
Curio: An old IPhone 3k that runs on solar energy; the same with Bluetooth headset (Just saw Baby Driver, good film)
Appearance:
Height is at 6'5 feet.
Dervish Let's get volatile
Member
Seen
18 days ago
Taran Burke
Age
35
35
Species
Human
Human
Sex
Male
Male
Character Trait
Intrepid
Intrepid
Character Personality
A stoic man of considerable physical stature, Taran Burke is a man that is not unlike a large breed of dog; he’s confident in his strength, both physical and mental, that he doesn’t see the need to run his mouth and he serves as a calm and reassuring presence to his comrades in the thick of deployment. Possessing an iron will and the ever looming thought of what he stands to lose if he fails, Taran is a tenacious and loyal soldier that has been in the thick of the war for seven years now and he is determined to not only protect humanity’s home, but to drive the Bulwark back to their god-forsaken homework and turn it into an irradiated hellscape with the might of a nuclear arsenal.
A family man through and through, Taran’s a faithful man that has often worked on resource rich moons far away from his home on Mars due to the increasingly crippling prices of land and living expenses since the Fall and the sudden influx of the remnant of humanity from beyond the Local Cluster in the past century due to the Bulwark war, sending home what earnings he could to help keep a roof over the head of his wife and daughter, as well as his ailing father. They are the reason he fights, and why he left the well-paying fuel refineries of Titan to enlist.
Generally good natured, supportive, and easy-going, he is a man that lives in the moment and has long learned that you can’t change the past and there’s no sense worrying about the future because it hasn’t happened yet. He’s meticulous and rather handy with hand tools, skills devolved working with heavy refinery machinery and on the military’s exosuits, a program he was eager to quality for. In his downtime, he enjoys reading and working out to keep his body strong, a bi-product of having adapted to a life on Mars where the reduced gravity, about 1/3 of Earth’s, necessitated a steady stream of dietary supplements, far more protein than a Earthborn diet, and physical conditioning to keep the body from withering away. A millennia of colonization is not quite sufficient enough to undo several billion years of evolution, it turns out. Taran also is a fan of board games and has an interest in collecting rare earth minerals, geodes, and other geological fragments from across worlds, partially due to his career paths thus far and to keep an ongoing physical journal of sorts of all the places he’s been, as well as taking time to appreciate that in a civilization that always looks to the stars, there’s still beauty to be found just under your feet. It keeps him humble… and grounded.
Character Background
A Martian, Taran grew up in the Tharsis province, East of Olympus Mons where his ancestors were third wave colonists on the red planet centuries prior and had still had ample time to lay claim to what was once plentiful land. Having grown up in an enclosed and sealed city under a colossal dome to protect the colonists from the deadly radiation that Mars’ thin atmosphere didn’t filter out and the terraforming process still relatively early in its time table. Taran found more of an interest in the ground beneath his feet and helping take part in expanding the colony even at a young age, helping string up support structures as the large tunneling machines burrowed their way under the surface, giving the Martian cities a substantial underground system of tunnels, soon making a considerable chunk of the colony entirely subterranean. It wasn’t high paying work, but it helped his widowed and crippled veteran father Alistir make ends meet with the extra income, and it was steady and reliable.
That was, until Taran’s college girlfriend Brigid announced one day that she was pregnant. Head wheeling with the sudden news and the responsibility that came with it, Taran knew that he’d have to find work that paid more than what he’d be earning with his current level of occupation. Going to Earth was out of the question; completely overpopulated and not exactly a safe haven for people looking for work, Taran soon signed up for a Titan-based fuel conglomerate’s workforce. Having made claims to 30% of Titan’s surface on account of being the first company to have reached the fuel-rich moon, Kronos Petroleum was arguably one of the most well-off companies in the entire system; their only issue was finding workers willing to do long stretches at such a remote and inhospitable location. As a result, recruiting drives were prevalent on the crowded worlds, and those looking to make a lot of money in a short amount of time couldn’t ask for a better opportunity. Taran sure couldn’t.
Spending the better part of a decade working for KP, working 4 months on, 2 months on leave, Taran was keeping his family’s finances in order and even saving a little extra to make sure they could afford to move somewhere nicer. He became specialized in Exorigs, working with only a few centimeters of protection between himself and the hostile Titan atmosphere, performing equipment repairs and troubleshooting issues with the pumps, robotics, and drills that were essential for the operation on the moon. However, there was always a nagging feeling about the state of the galaxy, and he’d begun to have infrequent nightmares about the Bulwark; sometimes he’d return home and find his family slaughtered, or he’d be working out on Titan and being helpless as the enemy descended upon him. After years of deliberation and trying to justify the decision and the substantial reduction in pay, Taran enlisted and after completing the requisite training, was transferred to the 588th Defensive Army. As he soon discovered, the enemy is just as horrible as his nightmares suggested, and every day spent fighting them is another day his daughter gets to grow up.
Curio
Pocket-sized photo album, his mineral collection.
Appearance
One a lean but strong man due to Mars’ gravity, the 588th’s training regimen and simulated Earth gravity aboard ships, bases, and Krono Petroleum’s outposts has allowed Taran to bulk out considerably, taking full advantage of his 6’04” frame and weighing in about 230 pounds. He is physically powerful and robust, although rather pale due to a lifetime largely not being exposed to direct sunlight, and his pale blonde hair is almost verging on grey, giving him somewhat of a ghostly visage, an image only assisted by his hawk-beak like nose and broad, square jaw and dominant cheekbones. In addition, Taran has a number of burns and scars that have been earned through both the dangerous work conditions on Titan where the planet’s methane atmosphere was all too easy to cause flash ignitions and from the vigors of combat.
Taran has a prominent brow, giving him a somewhat perpetual look of concentration of skepticism, and his slate-grey eyes are only a few shades removed from his hair colour. Despite his harsh and somewhat severe appearance that makes him look older than he actually is, there is a kindness in his eyes, giving him an air not unlike an old sailor from folklore of centuries long gone.
Fisticuffs My hypocrisy knows no bounds
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Fisticuffs' NPCs
Name: Captain Aileen Faraday
Age: 32
Race: Human (Mars-born, Martian Citizen)
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Tough-as-nails
Character Personality: Aileen could easily be seen as just another gung-ho “everything for humanity”-style human weapon. She could easily be seen as a stereotypical “drill sergeant.” If one takes the time to get close to Aileen, one could see that she’s a genuinely caring person who hides that facet of herself under a guise of gung-ho “let’s kick some alien ass”-style dialogue. She worries greatly over the safety of her soldiers, and when not in combat, can be friendly or open to them.
Character Background: Born and raised on Mars, Aileen was the daughter of a mechanic and a career soldier. She was conscripted at age seventeen, but would have volunteered soon after if she’d had the chance. Her unit was led by a sort of rising star within the military, Captain Thomas Dunn. In a war full of losses and delayed inevitability, Aileen’s unit did quite well for itself. Aileen, herself, proved to be an effective soldier and leader, and soon became one of Dunn’s most trusted subordinates.
Victories for humanity were few and far between, but Aileen and her comrades were very good at surviving battles, and killing a helluva lot of Bulwark before they left. This impressive track record came to a screeching halt when Aileen was twenty-one. A nameless battle, but one that took the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, including all but three of Aileen’s unit, including herself. Of the three, one was missing in action and the other, Thomas Dunn, was badly wounded. Aileen was the only soldier to come out of that battle unscathed.
After Thomas essentially retired, Aileen was rapidly promoted and given new soldiers to command. She proved to be a capable leader, though one noted for being a hardass. Her soldiers often have conflicted feelings of hate, fear, and admiration for her. Recently, her unit was folded into the 558th Defensive Army, where she again met her former idol, Thomas Dunn. Much to her delight, she now outranked him. The two may disagree on methodology, but both are equally interested in keeping the soldiers of the 558th alive.
Curio: Aileen’s sidearm is outdated, a functionally deadly memento from when she first joined the military fifteen years ago.
Appearance: Aileen is surprisingly small, standing at 5’ 4” and weighing 123lbs. A lifetime of soldiering has made her lean and strong. Her hair is kept short, and reddish-brown. She has sharp features and sharper eyes.
Age: 32
Race: Human (Mars-born, Martian Citizen)
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Tough-as-nails
Character Personality: Aileen could easily be seen as just another gung-ho “everything for humanity”-style human weapon. She could easily be seen as a stereotypical “drill sergeant.” If one takes the time to get close to Aileen, one could see that she’s a genuinely caring person who hides that facet of herself under a guise of gung-ho “let’s kick some alien ass”-style dialogue. She worries greatly over the safety of her soldiers, and when not in combat, can be friendly or open to them.
Character Background: Born and raised on Mars, Aileen was the daughter of a mechanic and a career soldier. She was conscripted at age seventeen, but would have volunteered soon after if she’d had the chance. Her unit was led by a sort of rising star within the military, Captain Thomas Dunn. In a war full of losses and delayed inevitability, Aileen’s unit did quite well for itself. Aileen, herself, proved to be an effective soldier and leader, and soon became one of Dunn’s most trusted subordinates.
Victories for humanity were few and far between, but Aileen and her comrades were very good at surviving battles, and killing a helluva lot of Bulwark before they left. This impressive track record came to a screeching halt when Aileen was twenty-one. A nameless battle, but one that took the lives of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, including all but three of Aileen’s unit, including herself. Of the three, one was missing in action and the other, Thomas Dunn, was badly wounded. Aileen was the only soldier to come out of that battle unscathed.
After Thomas essentially retired, Aileen was rapidly promoted and given new soldiers to command. She proved to be a capable leader, though one noted for being a hardass. Her soldiers often have conflicted feelings of hate, fear, and admiration for her. Recently, her unit was folded into the 558th Defensive Army, where she again met her former idol, Thomas Dunn. Much to her delight, she now outranked him. The two may disagree on methodology, but both are equally interested in keeping the soldiers of the 558th alive.
Curio: Aileen’s sidearm is outdated, a functionally deadly memento from when she first joined the military fifteen years ago.
Appearance: Aileen is surprisingly small, standing at 5’ 4” and weighing 123lbs. A lifetime of soldiering has made her lean and strong. Her hair is kept short, and reddish-brown. She has sharp features and sharper eyes.
GM
Roughdragon1
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Age: 150
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Born to Lead
Character Personality: Malveil is a beacon of inspiration for his troops, and Humanity in general. When he speaks, everyone listens. A pragmatic and practical leader, he has no qualms with sacrificing a platoon of soldiers to earn an inch of land. No one dares face his wrath, as he will destroy all who stand in the way of Humanity.
Character Background: Malveil is one of the few witnesses of the Fall, and still clearly remembers life on his home planet, Kepler-442b. Due to Pre-Fall medical technology, he has a much longer lifespan than to be expected from the average human. Despite his memories, he does not talk about the past often. His reasons for this are unknown. What is known however, is that he enlisted in the military in 2930 at the age of 51 and fought his way up the ranks until he eventually became the Supreme Leader of Humanity.
Curio: He keeps his family heirloom, a refurbished 1,500 year old dueling pistol (functional) with him at all times, and refuses to carry any other sidearm.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Born to Lead
Character Personality: Malveil is a beacon of inspiration for his troops, and Humanity in general. When he speaks, everyone listens. A pragmatic and practical leader, he has no qualms with sacrificing a platoon of soldiers to earn an inch of land. No one dares face his wrath, as he will destroy all who stand in the way of Humanity.
Character Background: Malveil is one of the few witnesses of the Fall, and still clearly remembers life on his home planet, Kepler-442b. Due to Pre-Fall medical technology, he has a much longer lifespan than to be expected from the average human. Despite his memories, he does not talk about the past often. His reasons for this are unknown. What is known however, is that he enlisted in the military in 2930 at the age of 51 and fought his way up the ranks until he eventually became the Supreme Leader of Humanity.
Curio: He keeps his family heirloom, a refurbished 1,500 year old dueling pistol (functional) with him at all times, and refuses to carry any other sidearm.
GM
Roughdragon1
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Age: 34
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Skeptical
Character Personality: Barry is tough, and skeptical of nearly everything, but knows that his personal biases and reservations must be set aside for the good of Humanity, no matter who or what troubles him. He has a fascination with history, mostly with the patterns of actions that people tend to follow throughout history, like a neverending loop.
Character Background: Barry Murphy comes from a family rich with military history. The most well-renowned of them served the former United States during the global conflict known as World War II, more than a millennium ago. The name of this soldier is lost to time, but it is said that he fended off an army by himself.
Curio: He has a certain poem recited in his head, a poem that tells the tale of a battle during World War II.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Skeptical
Character Personality: Barry is tough, and skeptical of nearly everything, but knows that his personal biases and reservations must be set aside for the good of Humanity, no matter who or what troubles him. He has a fascination with history, mostly with the patterns of actions that people tend to follow throughout history, like a neverending loop.
Character Background: Barry Murphy comes from a family rich with military history. The most well-renowned of them served the former United States during the global conflict known as World War II, more than a millennium ago. The name of this soldier is lost to time, but it is said that he fended off an army by himself.
Curio: He has a certain poem recited in his head, a poem that tells the tale of a battle during World War II.
GM
Roughdragon1
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Age: 27
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Cool-Headed
Character Personality: Linda is able to stay calm in the most chaotic and dangerous situations. Even if a bomb exploded nearby, she wouldn’t as much as flinch. She is able to harness this eerily calm and collected demeanor and use it to improve her marksmanship as a scout-sniper for the 588th Defensive army.
Character Background: Linda, or “Dusk”, as she prefers to be called, grew up in a small, icy town on Proxima Centauri b. Growing up, food was scarce due to the alien panic, and since more and more rations were being delivered to the Old Solar System, the people on Proxima Centauri b fought and killed each other over the scraps that were left. Dusk was the only one who could fend for her family, and she did so with deadly efficiency. Before the evacuation ships came to her planet, she had killed 37 people for their supplies. Now, she serves as a scout sniper for the 588th Defensive Army, Ghost Division.
Curio: Dusk carries with her a special round, a bullet that is rumored to have been passed down her family for generations. Of course, it cannot function inside a modern weapon.
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Cool-Headed
Character Personality: Linda is able to stay calm in the most chaotic and dangerous situations. Even if a bomb exploded nearby, she wouldn’t as much as flinch. She is able to harness this eerily calm and collected demeanor and use it to improve her marksmanship as a scout-sniper for the 588th Defensive army.
Character Background: Linda, or “Dusk”, as she prefers to be called, grew up in a small, icy town on Proxima Centauri b. Growing up, food was scarce due to the alien panic, and since more and more rations were being delivered to the Old Solar System, the people on Proxima Centauri b fought and killed each other over the scraps that were left. Dusk was the only one who could fend for her family, and she did so with deadly efficiency. Before the evacuation ships came to her planet, she had killed 37 people for their supplies. Now, she serves as a scout sniper for the 588th Defensive Army, Ghost Division.
Curio: Dusk carries with her a special round, a bullet that is rumored to have been passed down her family for generations. Of course, it cannot function inside a modern weapon.
Name: Carol Keller
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Scrounger: Carol's well accustomed to a life of making do, and the apocalyptic conditions that have thrown so many off balance just reminder her of home. She can steal, find, or barter for just about anything a person needs, if it's within reason, and while she's no tech expert, she's reasonably capable at kludging broken machines into (relative) functioning.
Character Personality: Carol is loud, foul-mouthed, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist, even in the face of the dire odds the planet is currently facing, and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong (especially authority figures, which makes her perhaps not the best soldier), though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends.
Character Background: Carol was born on the planet Tallatet, a barren world in the middle of galactic nowhere. It was a lawless place, made only slightly less so by the dedicated work of her Uncle Jack, sheriff of one of the largest regions of the planet's sole inhabitable continent, who raised her and her baby sister after her parents were caught in the crossfire of a local gang shootout. Her uncle was a busy man, however, and while he did his best to guide and care for them, Carol and the other children of her town mainly raised themselves, rampaging through the wasteland, exploring wrecked space ships, and learning to scrounge for whatever they could.
Then the Bulwark arrived. Tallatet was subjugated almost overnight, having no formal militia and little government presence, and only two refugee ships managed to escape the burning world. Carol still remembers how she and her family had to pile into that cramped cargo hold, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the crying of refugees, not knowing if the old junker would even start but knowing that the alien forces were just a few miles away. When they arrived on earth, she didn't mind the draft so much, after that.
She was processed into the last army of humanity not long ago, put through basic training and told it was her job to hold the final line. Her sister Summer had always shown promise in the medical field, and she was sent to work in a military hospital on Earth - Uncle Jack was too old for the draft, but he volunteered anyway. She hasn't seen either of them for some time.
Curio: A small picture of her uncle and little sister, which she keeps folded into her jacket pocket.
Appearance:
Age: 19
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Scrounger: Carol's well accustomed to a life of making do, and the apocalyptic conditions that have thrown so many off balance just reminder her of home. She can steal, find, or barter for just about anything a person needs, if it's within reason, and while she's no tech expert, she's reasonably capable at kludging broken machines into (relative) functioning.
Character Personality: Carol is loud, foul-mouthed, and cheerful. She's an incorrigible optimist, even in the face of the dire odds the planet is currently facing, and cares a great deal for the people close to her, though this doesn't detract from her tendency to be snarky and/or foul-mouthed to them. She has a bit of a temper and is very quick to argue with people she believes to be in the wrong (especially authority figures, which makes her perhaps not the best soldier), though she'll generally forget about it just as quickly if they're her friends.
Character Background: Carol was born on the planet Tallatet, a barren world in the middle of galactic nowhere. It was a lawless place, made only slightly less so by the dedicated work of her Uncle Jack, sheriff of one of the largest regions of the planet's sole inhabitable continent, who raised her and her baby sister after her parents were caught in the crossfire of a local gang shootout. Her uncle was a busy man, however, and while he did his best to guide and care for them, Carol and the other children of her town mainly raised themselves, rampaging through the wasteland, exploring wrecked space ships, and learning to scrounge for whatever they could.
Then the Bulwark arrived. Tallatet was subjugated almost overnight, having no formal militia and little government presence, and only two refugee ships managed to escape the burning world. Carol still remembers how she and her family had to pile into that cramped cargo hold, the air thick with the smell of sweat and the crying of refugees, not knowing if the old junker would even start but knowing that the alien forces were just a few miles away. When they arrived on earth, she didn't mind the draft so much, after that.
She was processed into the last army of humanity not long ago, put through basic training and told it was her job to hold the final line. Her sister Summer had always shown promise in the medical field, and she was sent to work in a military hospital on Earth - Uncle Jack was too old for the draft, but he volunteered anyway. She hasn't seen either of them for some time.
Curio: A small picture of her uncle and little sister, which she keeps folded into her jacket pocket.
Appearance:
Name: Síofra /pronounced SHEEF-ruh; meaning "fairy" or "changeling/ Full name [EXPUNGED]
Age: 36
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Awareness
Character Personality: A somewhat mysterious character, she reveals very little about herself. Usually reserved in social situations, hyper-aware, extremely observant and intuitive. An exceptionally good listener. People often tend to blurb their life stories to her without even realizing they're doing it. She has a way about her that draws you in and makes you trust her. Very smart and cunning, as she needs to be in her line of work.
In private, with the few people she trusts implicitly, she is very warm and open. She is extremely loyal to the people from her inner circle and will go through all hells to help them should they need it. She is genuinely a very caring person and will have a hard time distancing herself from people she is drawn to until the vetting process for potential candidates for her inner circle is complete.
Character Background: Almost all details about Síofra's early life are either classified, expunged from record or redacted beyond comprehension. The same thing can be said about her later life and exploits. Few people know her life story and even fewer are deemed worthy enough to learn of her life story. She is a ghost, a phantom. She is an infiltrator specialist from the 588th Defensive Army. Operating mostly from behind enemy lines. Gathering intel, sabotaging enemy tech, supply lines, disseminating disinformation about the human war efforts.
Curio:
Age: 36
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Character Trait: Awareness
Character Personality: A somewhat mysterious character, she reveals very little about herself. Usually reserved in social situations, hyper-aware, extremely observant and intuitive. An exceptionally good listener. People often tend to blurb their life stories to her without even realizing they're doing it. She has a way about her that draws you in and makes you trust her. Very smart and cunning, as she needs to be in her line of work.
In private, with the few people she trusts implicitly, she is very warm and open. She is extremely loyal to the people from her inner circle and will go through all hells to help them should they need it. She is genuinely a very caring person and will have a hard time distancing herself from people she is drawn to until the vetting process for potential candidates for her inner circle is complete.
Character Background: Almost all details about Síofra's early life are either classified, expunged from record or redacted beyond comprehension. The same thing can be said about her later life and exploits. Few people know her life story and even fewer are deemed worthy enough to learn of her life story. She is a ghost, a phantom. She is an infiltrator specialist from the 588th Defensive Army. Operating mostly from behind enemy lines. Gathering intel, sabotaging enemy tech, supply lines, disseminating disinformation about the human war efforts.
Mission file #[REDACTED]
Location: [REDACTED]
Mission parameters: Locate and capture Wisseram known to have led an ambush on a former human colonized planet [REDACTED], located in [REDACTED], upon a father/daughter scavenging crew, resulting in the death of [REDACTED] and the crippling of [REDACTED].
Mission details: [REDACTED], a prodigious scavenger, was suspected to have found a valuable tech, which might have proven a valuable asset to the war efforts. A member of their security squad from the 588th Defensive Army reported seeing the Wisseram retrieve something in the chaos. Agent [REDACTED] was dispatched to [REDACTED] for in-depth investigation of the scene of occurrence and in the hopes of catching the trail of the Wisseram and his grunts.
Notes and considerations: Dispatching agent [REDACTED] to contact [REDACTED] for further information regarding the nature of the lost tech is being considered.
Location: [REDACTED]
Mission parameters: Locate and capture Wisseram known to have led an ambush on a former human colonized planet [REDACTED], located in [REDACTED], upon a father/daughter scavenging crew, resulting in the death of [REDACTED] and the crippling of [REDACTED].
Mission details: [REDACTED], a prodigious scavenger, was suspected to have found a valuable tech, which might have proven a valuable asset to the war efforts. A member of their security squad from the 588th Defensive Army reported seeing the Wisseram retrieve something in the chaos. Agent [REDACTED] was dispatched to [REDACTED] for in-depth investigation of the scene of occurrence and in the hopes of catching the trail of the Wisseram and his grunts.
Notes and considerations: Dispatching agent [REDACTED] to contact [REDACTED] for further information regarding the nature of the lost tech is being considered.
Curio:
Name: Abraham von Grünigen
Age: 48
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Mad Scientist
Character Personality: Abe is one screw loose away from being completely crazy. He is focused solely and entirely on recapturing humanity's pre-fall scientific achievements and technology. To that end he is prepared to do anything, be anything, become anything in order to achieve his goal. A genius in his own right he is difficult to handle. He thinks other people beneath him and will interact with them only if they serve him a specific purpose. His obsession with reacquiring the pre-fall tech and his preparedness to do anything to achieve that goal make him a gun powder keg ready to explode in any moment. He can be a quiet and withdrawn recluse in one moment or an all high and mighty genius scientist postulating theories in the next.
Character Background: Abe was born in one of the underwater cities of Europa, floating beneath its eternal ice crust. He grew up in a family of scientists generations back. So naturally there were often tails of the magnificence of humanity's pre-fall achievements in science and technology. But the tails always ended with the inevitable loss of all of it. The wondrous technology, the marvelous science. Everything! And humanity had lost it all and was now forced to live in squalor, stuffed back in it's own backwater solar system. Full of useless and unimaginative old human tech.
His parents quickly realized their son's intellect was at genius level and took steps to provide him with the best possible education. At the fragile age of fifteen Abe had a PhD in Quantum Physics and Quantum Engineering. And those were just the once he officially bother to achieve. His genius mind held knowledge about numerous other disciplines. Astrophysics, Engineering, Quantum Mechanics, Biology, Xenobiology, Chemistry to name just a few.
He decided early on to cooperate with the army, reasoning that through providing his mammoth brain to their cause, his goal of recapturing the pre-fall science and tech will be faster achieved via the extermination of the pest that the Bulwark were. Over the years he's helped the war effort with improvements in weaponry, prosthetics, network system security and hack-proofing and whatever else you might think of. He's made himself more or less indispensable so that the military will look away from some of his less humanitarian experiments and endeavors in pursuit of his goal.
He is also the thorn in the Supreme Leader Malveil's but, constantly pestering him for information. Demanding that he be made aware of any and all pre-fall knowledge. Even going so far as to use humanity's war efforts against the Bulwark as leverage, stating that by not disclosing this information Malveil is harming humanity's chances of winning the war. Not that he cares one iota about that. His one and only concern is, of course, to recapture that lost scientific magnificence.
Curio: Was the contractor for the tech, Mo and her dad were retrieving when they got ambushed.
Age: 48
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Mad Scientist
Character Personality: Abe is one screw loose away from being completely crazy. He is focused solely and entirely on recapturing humanity's pre-fall scientific achievements and technology. To that end he is prepared to do anything, be anything, become anything in order to achieve his goal. A genius in his own right he is difficult to handle. He thinks other people beneath him and will interact with them only if they serve him a specific purpose. His obsession with reacquiring the pre-fall tech and his preparedness to do anything to achieve that goal make him a gun powder keg ready to explode in any moment. He can be a quiet and withdrawn recluse in one moment or an all high and mighty genius scientist postulating theories in the next.
Character Background: Abe was born in one of the underwater cities of Europa, floating beneath its eternal ice crust. He grew up in a family of scientists generations back. So naturally there were often tails of the magnificence of humanity's pre-fall achievements in science and technology. But the tails always ended with the inevitable loss of all of it. The wondrous technology, the marvelous science. Everything! And humanity had lost it all and was now forced to live in squalor, stuffed back in it's own backwater solar system. Full of useless and unimaginative old human tech.
His parents quickly realized their son's intellect was at genius level and took steps to provide him with the best possible education. At the fragile age of fifteen Abe had a PhD in Quantum Physics and Quantum Engineering. And those were just the once he officially bother to achieve. His genius mind held knowledge about numerous other disciplines. Astrophysics, Engineering, Quantum Mechanics, Biology, Xenobiology, Chemistry to name just a few.
He decided early on to cooperate with the army, reasoning that through providing his mammoth brain to their cause, his goal of recapturing the pre-fall science and tech will be faster achieved via the extermination of the pest that the Bulwark were. Over the years he's helped the war effort with improvements in weaponry, prosthetics, network system security and hack-proofing and whatever else you might think of. He's made himself more or less indispensable so that the military will look away from some of his less humanitarian experiments and endeavors in pursuit of his goal.
He is also the thorn in the Supreme Leader Malveil's but, constantly pestering him for information. Demanding that he be made aware of any and all pre-fall knowledge. Even going so far as to use humanity's war efforts against the Bulwark as leverage, stating that by not disclosing this information Malveil is harming humanity's chances of winning the war. Not that he cares one iota about that. His one and only concern is, of course, to recapture that lost scientific magnificence.
Curio: Was the contractor for the tech, Mo and her dad were retrieving when they got ambushed.
Fisticuffs My hypocrisy knows no bounds
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Name: Dr. Thomas Mitchell Dunn
Age: 38
Race: Human (Luna-born, Lunar Citizen)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Tactical Mind
Character Personality: Before he was crippled and left for dead, Thomas was bright, optimistic, and charismatic. He was the very picture of a good solider, a good leader. Afterwards, he became jaded and bitter. Upon visiting him in the hospital, his own mother called him a grumpy cynic. However, that isn't to say that Thomas is all bad. He's not yet lost his ability to give a damn, and while he may not be open, he can be friendly. This is especially true concerning Aileen Faraday, his oldest acquaintance, best friend, and violent rival. Thomas, like his friend, is headstrong and has a tendency to see his way as the only way.
Aileen once described Thomas like this; "He's the kind of guy who will do any favor you ask him, even if he'll complain and call you a jackass the whole time he's doing it."
Character Background: Thomas was born on Luna, into a family that claimed to be the moon's first settlers, back before the Bulwark Crisis. They certainly had the wealth to back it up, too. They owned a massive hydroponic dome, capable of growing food far faster than the moon's rocky, post-terraformation soil. Despite having a path clearly set for him, Thomas denied his considerable inheritance and joined the Army.
In the military, he proved to be a tactical genius. His squad was extremely effective, and he performed especially well upon receiving the soldiers who would come to be his closest comrades, including Aileen Faraday. He was promoted rapidly, and given command of more and more soldiers. Despite the rapidly inclining pressure, Dunn and his soldiers performed exceedingly well. Or, at least, well until a disastrous battle which left him severely wounded and most of the combined human forces on-ground dead. 150 people survived that battle. Only three from Dunn's unit, one of whom was MIA, one of whom was himself.
At a hospital on Earth, Humanity's golden boy was fitted with a prosthetic leg and a hip replacement, with the hopes of putting him back in command ASAP. Unfortunately, a genetic condition caused his body to reject the prosthetics, causing constant aches and a noticeable limp. Now that he was of no use as a soldier, the military offered him a position in the higher brass. He declined, using various strong words. Depending on the account, he may have also used his currently-disengaged prosthetic and struck the messenger.
With his former dream career out the window, Thomas decided to use some of his family's considerable wealth to educated himself in medicine. As it turned out, he was something of a savant. He became a doctor in record time, with a specialization in emergency trauma medicine. Then, for kicks, he studied emergency surgery as well.
Now one of the most skilled medical specialists in Human-space, the military cautiously offered him a position as a base-side doctor. To their surprise, he accepted with little hesitation.
Curio:
-Cane: Thomas has a straight, black, no-frills cane that he needs to walk properly. With it, his limp is almost unnoticeable, and he can walk at a normal speed. Without it, he very clearly struggles to move at about 3/4 normal speed.
-Pistol: Not one for attaching sentimentality to inanimate objects, Thomas scrapped the pistol that he used in his old military career. He now carries an advanced civilian model, likely of higher quality than the current military standard issue.
Appearance: Thomas has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. The quintessential soldier, formerly. Time and bitterness have prematurely aged his face. His are perpetually tired looking, and a scowl permanently adorns his face.
Age: 38
Race: Human (Luna-born, Lunar Citizen)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Tactical Mind
Character Personality: Before he was crippled and left for dead, Thomas was bright, optimistic, and charismatic. He was the very picture of a good solider, a good leader. Afterwards, he became jaded and bitter. Upon visiting him in the hospital, his own mother called him a grumpy cynic. However, that isn't to say that Thomas is all bad. He's not yet lost his ability to give a damn, and while he may not be open, he can be friendly. This is especially true concerning Aileen Faraday, his oldest acquaintance, best friend, and violent rival. Thomas, like his friend, is headstrong and has a tendency to see his way as the only way.
Aileen once described Thomas like this; "He's the kind of guy who will do any favor you ask him, even if he'll complain and call you a jackass the whole time he's doing it."
Character Background: Thomas was born on Luna, into a family that claimed to be the moon's first settlers, back before the Bulwark Crisis. They certainly had the wealth to back it up, too. They owned a massive hydroponic dome, capable of growing food far faster than the moon's rocky, post-terraformation soil. Despite having a path clearly set for him, Thomas denied his considerable inheritance and joined the Army.
In the military, he proved to be a tactical genius. His squad was extremely effective, and he performed especially well upon receiving the soldiers who would come to be his closest comrades, including Aileen Faraday. He was promoted rapidly, and given command of more and more soldiers. Despite the rapidly inclining pressure, Dunn and his soldiers performed exceedingly well. Or, at least, well until a disastrous battle which left him severely wounded and most of the combined human forces on-ground dead. 150 people survived that battle. Only three from Dunn's unit, one of whom was MIA, one of whom was himself.
At a hospital on Earth, Humanity's golden boy was fitted with a prosthetic leg and a hip replacement, with the hopes of putting him back in command ASAP. Unfortunately, a genetic condition caused his body to reject the prosthetics, causing constant aches and a noticeable limp. Now that he was of no use as a soldier, the military offered him a position in the higher brass. He declined, using various strong words. Depending on the account, he may have also used his currently-disengaged prosthetic and struck the messenger.
With his former dream career out the window, Thomas decided to use some of his family's considerable wealth to educated himself in medicine. As it turned out, he was something of a savant. He became a doctor in record time, with a specialization in emergency trauma medicine. Then, for kicks, he studied emergency surgery as well.
Now one of the most skilled medical specialists in Human-space, the military cautiously offered him a position as a base-side doctor. To their surprise, he accepted with little hesitation.
Curio:
-Cane: Thomas has a straight, black, no-frills cane that he needs to walk properly. With it, his limp is almost unnoticeable, and he can walk at a normal speed. Without it, he very clearly struggles to move at about 3/4 normal speed.
-Pistol: Not one for attaching sentimentality to inanimate objects, Thomas scrapped the pistol that he used in his old military career. He now carries an advanced civilian model, likely of higher quality than the current military standard issue.
Appearance: Thomas has blonde hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. The quintessential soldier, formerly. Time and bitterness have prematurely aged his face. His are perpetually tired looking, and a scowl permanently adorns his face.
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