[CHAR] The Treasure of Emily Gray

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Accepted Characters

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GRAY

Zoey White / Reika Saigyo
Kipsateking / Finn Olsen
Stitches / Abigail Harlow
DinoNuts / Victor Strade

ADDISON

DeadDrop / Zack Killchain
superservo27 / Jin Kobayashi
pandapolio / Sevro Barca
Caasicam / Luna Blake

ALVIRSTEIN

Verticus / Ryland Astorix
RumikoOhara / Yvonne Goodchild
Rai / Aelithia Matia
ClaghornTull / Bradacharchle

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Major Characters

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Name: Mdazi Vekko-Liia

Race: Havikka

Age: 121

Sex: Female

Appearance: At just three-foot-nine, Mdazi is a little short for the average Havikka, but that's probably due to her age. Despite said age, her skin still glows a bright yellow, slashed with the occasional golden stripe or black spot or reddish crease. Like all Havikka, her eyes are a dark inky black, while her less-than-common plumage coloration is that of lavender. A large, brownish birthmark on her left cheek marks her as being lucky, in Havikka culture. She is often simply clad in grey coveralls and boots, but also carries her own multipurpose pressure suit, which doubles as both an EVA suit and a cleansuit meant for performing surgeries. It is white and blue in color, and simplistic and form-fitting in its design.

History: Mdazi was born on a Migrant refugee ship, fleeing from the encompassing Harbinger. She was the youngest of three siblings, and remained that way even after two stillborn siblings after her. Her parents were ordered to stop breeding by the triumvirate council aboard the ship due to rising overpopulation concerns; an order that was willingly, but defeatedly, complied with. Her parents slowly grew distant with their offspring, letting them fend for themselves on the ship. All this time, Mdazi was still too young to take it all in. However, the distress her parents faced rubbed off on her, resulting in an intense need to ease the pain of others lest she feel the same way. It soon became apparent that medicine was her calling - almost by necessity, as her parents were both doctors and had been taught xenobiology to boot, making them ideal xenosurgeons, restoring the health of the inhabitants of their rusty ship one by one.

They rarely spoke about their role in the Harbinger's slave empire, but were remarkably efficient at their job. Curious about the multitude of beings around her, lusting for knowledge and obsessed with putting her bundled-up energy to task, Mdazi began shadowing her parents, watching them work and picking up a thing or two from them. It was only later, when the ship arrived in Human space, and relief was offered, that her parents had the leeway to formally teach their daughter the ways of their medicine. Following this, Mdazi enrolled in one of the Human Introduction and Studies courses offered by the Gray Empire, offering work to those who had survived the Migrant Crisis, and induction into the Human way of life. Fascinated, Mdazi continued her studies through the lens of anthropology, studying not only Humans, but her fellow alien races as well. She spent several years more training as a formal surgeon, following in her parents' footsteps.

Some years into her new life, an insurrection broke out on a nearby colony. The insurrection turned into a skirmish, which broke out into a small war. Rather than send soldiers from Sol out to deal with it, those from nearby colonies were drafted and trained to put down the insurrection. Mdazi was one of those draftees. She served as a combat medic, and served in several battles, but never saw much open combat. Her skill in medicine made her an ample asset to the Royal Armed Forces, and once the insurrection was quickly quashed, she was transferred to Sol, where she continued her practice as both a field medic and later as Ship Doctor aboard the RSF Resplendent Glory, hunting pirates in the outer system. Following several years of service, Mdazi was transferred to the reserves before being honorably discharged.

Mdazi then began a career serving as a freelance Ship Medical Officer, contracted by many an organization aboard many a ship. She has worked with the Grays as well as the Addisons, plus a handful of PMC service ships. Recently, following the death of Queen Emily Gray, she was called upon by the Royal Palace, in recognition of her talents, to take part in a special assignment...

Personality: The best way to describe Mdazi is as a calm and empathetic individual. She enjoys listening to the pains of others, and consoling them and trying to comfort them, going along with her need to fix that pain, physical or mental, however she can. Often calm, with a curious demeanor to her, Mdazi is not beholden to any specific cause, and doesn't form lasting attachments very well. Her distress comes from seeing others in pain, seeing others suffer; if she is unable to help reduce that suffering in any way, she is overtaken by deep, paralyzing fear, a fear that has impacted how she thinks. Mdazi has become desensitized to the world on a grand scale, only taking interest in the little curiosities of the universe; the big picture, and the players of war and politics around her do not matter. She does not like taking lives, but can steel herself to do so if it prevents those she considers (or has been told to consider) an ally from coming to harm.

Allegiance: She doesn't really care for allegiances, but has historically worked for the Grays.

Occupation: Combat Medic/Ship Doctor/Surgeon

Personal Effects:

• Personal toolkit for surgeries
• Bag of assorted medicines, antiseptics, etc.
• Multipurpose pressure suit, folded and stowed in backpack
• Surgeon's nanotool (essentially a nanotechnology-powered Swiss army knife for surgeons)
• Kasper New Series Type-21 Magnetic-Accelerated Projectile DMR, a rail-based rifle that can toggle between supersonic and subsonic modes; nearly silent on the latter mode)
• Spare magazines and ammunition

Other: She is aware of the birthmark on her cheek, and does believe that she is lucky.

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Name: Carly Kirkwood

Race: Human

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Appearance: Tall and lithe, Carly stands at 5' 9" with light curves that make her light and agile. Her dark hair is cut short, to shoulder length, barely exposing a freckle-free milk-chocolate complexion. Full lips and deep brown eyes that hint at an Asian ancestry. Her eyebrows are perpetually on-point.

History: Carly grew up in a fairly run-of-the-mill family on Saturn. Both her father and mother were aerospace mechanics, repairing small ships for the Addison Corporation. Their work kept them occupied, leaving Carly, an only child, with a lot of personal responsibility at home. Young Carly learned valuable lessons in fending for oneself in those times, and received only a basic education.

Later, as a teenager, Carly would make her way on Saturn City by selling weapons to the criminal underworld. She and her ragtag group of friends would run this racket for several years, before discovering that their weapons were being provided by PubSec in order to track and mediate crime for the sake of net profit. This operation was later overruled and shut down by Saturn City Security. Fortunately, Carly attracted the attention of the SCS' paymasters - the Addison Corporation.

AdCorp took an interest in Carly's ingenuity, and would sponsor her secondary and tertiary education. She graduated with distinguished honors and was offered entrance into the Addison Corporate Agency, which she accepted. She received four years of specialized training before becoming a fully-realized Agent of the Addison Corporation. After exceeding operational goals on her first assignment, Carly was transferred to Task Force Eta in order to mediate the group in their pursuit of a new mission...

Personality: Usually reserved, Carly likes to keep to herself. She doesn't have a very high opinion of others, but her opinion of herself is not so different. She sees people, especially those under her, as assets, rather than people with complex feelings. Stern, cold and without tolerance for foolishness, Carly employs the years of training and education received at the behest of the Addison Corporation, embodying the perfect Agent. However, if one were to ply her with strong affection, performative excellence, or perhaps some cheap wine, her humanity starts to show.

Allegiance: The Addison Corporation

Occupation: Corporate Agent

Personal Effects:

• Addison Corporate Agent Flight Uniform, with SCS trim
• Special Issue MTAC Helmet, with various light-spectrum sensors
• Datapad
• Brumadé S-10 PDW, green trim, integrally suppressed
• Spare magazines and ammunition

Other: Very fond of Lake Gale Cabernet.

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Name: Savis Juddworth

Race: Human

Age: 37

Sex: Male

Appearance: Built and measuring in at 6' 1", Savis is one imposing sunofabitch. His face is bony and rough - wrinkled, scarred and weathered by the rigors of battle, stress, and battle-induced stress. Looking him in his hazel eyes is not the best of idea if you've misbehaved under his watch. Savis' hair is brown, cut relatively short, styled messily. His goatee of the same colour is more refined. He's most comfortable in his combat duds: a high-collared green tactical jacket and matching pants, with orange markings. He dons a belt for carrying magazines and other equipment.

History: [CLASSIFIED]

Personality: Savis is a no-bullshit hardass. He really only cares about one thing: getting the job done, and done right, woe to whoever stands between him and his goals. He is reliant on orders from higher-ups, and does not consider himself a free-thinker, but this hasn't stopped him from giving a smackdown to those who contradict and defy the orders he passes down. His emotions can often be erratic, and he is prone to fits of laziness, letting others do work while he 'supervises'.

Allegiance: Alvirstein's Division, Section 19

Occupation: CF Enforcer

Personal Effects:

• 2x EMP Grenade
• 2x Smart Grenade (smoke or frag features)
• VPM X7C Laser Pistol
• Spare magazines and ammunition

Other: Savis' service record denotes he is ███████████ ███████ and participated in ███████ during ██████████ on ██/██/████.

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Minor Characters

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Name: Victoria Gray, cousin to Emily Gray

Race: Human

Age: 32

Sex: Female

Allegiance: The Gray Empire

Occupation: Duchess, Courtesan

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Name: Carter Addison, son of Lars Addison (Director of Addison Corporation)

Race: Human

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Allegiance: Addison Corporation

Occupation: Baron, Courtesan

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Name: David Alvirstein

Race: Human

Age: 78

Sex: Male

Allegiance: Centauri First

Occupation: [CLASSIFIED]

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[DeadDrop]

The Public Security Officer

Twenty-four | American-Japanese | Addisons

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"Drop it, punk. I don't wanna hear your life story, and I don't care what Society did to you. I just wanna see that gun hit the floor. Now... -Before I give you an extra nostril..

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A P P E A R A N C E

A rough looking blond who stands at around six feet even, he has blue eyes and appears to be of average build. The charming young man is usually adorned in equipment provided by PubSec - when he isn't wearing his gear he's in casual clothes. Mostly sweat pants and a wife beater, his uniform - when he is in it. Usually is sloppy, while very rare to see it crisp and clean. Due to lax standards and personal neglect, his uniform has seen better days. Besides that, on occasion, Zack will grow out facial hair but as of recent he's staved off the need to.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

╬ Jokester
╬ Charming
╬ Power-Hungry
╬ Abrasive

While to his colleagues he may appear to be joking, as Zack tends to make frequent jokes about the situation or in general to make light of a situation. When in the presence of those of higher authority, or in the presence of citizens, criminals, and others he'll be more serious, cynical and perhaps rude. Zack hates authority and resents his superiors, he feels more at home being a ground officer than sitting at a desk. Zack hasn't seen love and tends to distance himself from others who would try to court the young suave man, the only person Zack has become good friends with is Biff Hellcat.

H I S T O R Y

Born in New Jisei, Zack Killchain braved the streets of the rugged Ghetto with his family. When his family was "relocated", Zack was left alone with his grand father - Goonster Killchain. In his early teens, Zack always seemed to get in trouble and taking care of his grand father was hard on the young man. That was until Biff Hellcat appeared. The famous actor somehow - talked his way into living with the two, his silver tongue proved useful when debt collectors came and Hellcat talked them down. Goonster was eternally indebted to Hellcat's kindness. When Biff joined the force, Goonster forced Zack to join as well - he had to make sure Biff stayed safe, it was the least the family could do for the man.

Now on the force, Zack stays by Biff's side making sure he doesn't get shot, booked or worse - deported. Despite Biff being fired numerous times, the force just needs people and Biff just happens to be that one person. Zack too has seen a share of disciplinary actions, his violent behavior and alleged criminal connections has put both the men under investigation as they continue to work for PubSec.

I N V E N T O R Y

╬ Standard-Issue Public Security Revolver
╬ Meaford Industries Knuckle Duster
╬ J.Russo Leather Shoulder Holster
╬ McKraven Communications PDA
╬ Ion-Cuffs
╬ Rockefeller Gravity Knife

O T H E R

A sign of what's to come, in a new era.

The Troye Darcy

Ship Manufacturer: Naril Industries

Ship Designation: The Troye Darcy

Ship Class: Blockade Runner

Ship Size: 50 metres.

Ship Crew/Personnel: 5

Ship Armament: 40mm Caseless Plasma Cannon.

Ship Technologies: Anti-missle lasers, fuel efficent engine, twin cased engines.

Ship Appearance:

Other: It's a fast small ship for beating blockades who would of thought.

[superservo27]

Character

Name: Jin Kobayashi

Race: Human

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Appearance: Red hair like his family has had forever, with lizard-like eyes gained from the implants he had done to see in the dark because wouldn’t that be cool Link is formal wear, casual clothes is a just plain red shirt, jeans, and sperries. Wears casual clothes and bomber jacket when piloting

History: Despite the company’s large amounts of money, Jin lived a relatively normal life. He went to a good school and got good grades. When he was 15, he started being taught the parts of the family business he could handle. Specifically, his parents hired a tutor to teach him how to fly a spaceship! He took to it like insert apt comparison here a fish to water. Every day he could, he’d take his little ship and fly around in orbit, weaving and dodging the space junk and satellites that were up there. He would later go to college and got a Master’s in Aerospace engineering. After he graduated, he applied to his family’s R&D department to fly experimental ships, the most recent one that was proven safe was the Quetzal-class, relatively small ships that are great hit-and-runners. He then climbed the ranks of the pilots and proved that he wasn’t there just because of connections.

Personality: Hotheaded and overeager, Jin is the exact opposite of what you want in a pilot, but when behind the wheel (stick?), he is the best one in an interplanetary radius. When talking about things he likes (like ships), he tends to gush a bit. Just… don’t say something stupid, because he will mock you for it

Allegiance: Whoever his boss (read: his mom) tells him to work for, and since they want a partnership, the Addison Corporation

Occupation: Aerospace Engineer, Spaceship Test Pilot, 2nd Heir to Kobayashi Manufacturing

Personal Effects: A phone, a combat knife, and the keys to his ship

Other: Had implants done, because why deal with a broken arm or bad eyesight, when those things can be replaced. Has ocular implants to see in the dark and infrared (you never know), and replaced his arm so he could punch way mega harder. Arm has a miniature flamethrower, but the tank is very small, maybe five seconds

Ship

Ship Manufacturer: Kobayashi Mfg.

Ship Designation: The Dragon Goddess

Ship Class: Quetzal-Class (corvette)

Ship Size: 75 meters

Ship Crew/Personnel: 6 engineer (3 human, 1 Havikka, 1 Golon, 1 Erkani) + 4 bridge (2 human, 2 Havikka) + 2 bar (1 human, 1 Erkani) + 5 security (1 Erkani, 4 Golon) = 17.

Ship Armament: 1 Double-barrel 16-inch “Tohru” Cannon, 12 HEAT “Kanna” Missiles, Fafnir Electromagnetic Mass Accelerator (EM.M.A.) System (Note: the two prongs on the front of the ship), Self-Defense Automated Gun “Elma” Turrets sprinkled across the ship

Ship Technologies: Mk. 4 Ilulu StarDrive

Ship Appearance: ship.shapewright.com/?name=LUcoa A muted yellow to green to blue transition going from front to back with designs of a feathered serpent running across the sides

Other: The low people count is due to the fact that about 1/3 of the ship is weapons systems

[Zoey Boey]

Reika Saigyo

Name:Reika Saigyo

Race: Human

Age: 28

Sex: Female

Appearance:
Soyona Mizuno

Hider

Hider

History:

Reika Saigyo's ancestors hail from Earth's Japan, and she was named as such. When she was a little girl, her parents and her many siblings worked on an indoor botany farm in a large Addison complex. The small corridors never changed, they never went anywhere, it was subsistence farming with nowhere to go. Reika had no idea how someone could live such an existence. Grow plants, wait, harvest plants, plant plants, wait, grow plants, wait...over and over and over. Year after year after year.
Three years might not seem like a lot, but for Reika it was a millennium of monotonous torture. It almost seemed like a blessing when someone from the Addison corporation showed up, and then a few weeks later they lost everything. Of course, it wasn’t. Young Reika wasn’t sure quite what happened then, as she was too young to understand, but her father often went on ranting tangents, blaming Addison for taking their family farm. Addison needed to expand, and room was limited and there were many other farmers available, so they forced the Saigyo family to move house. They became unemployed and fell into poverty. In reality, perhaps it was somewhat her parents fault for failing to provide for their children with the money the Addisons gave her parents (A ‘pathetic amount’ according to her father), but the Addisons were the catalyst regardless and Reika could not see the fault in her only family. Still, the poverty did little to allay her ceaseless boredom. One night, when she was around 16, she left home for good. To get away from her past, she scrounged up her meagre savings and boarded the nearest ferry ship off world. It took her to Saturn City. Only when she was there did she see the now sinister to her markings of the Addison corporation dotting the walls.
Crime found her, of course. What better job for a young girl looking for excitement and a little money? She became a thief and a gang member. In the downtrodden areas in the great Saturn City she joined a nameless gang of ne’er do wells. The leader, Zebediah, dreamed of moving on from this miserable hole and becoming a space pirate. It was his ambition. Reika agreed. For a long time she stole, she ran, she hid, she...hurt people, too. The little farm girl with a thirst for excitement was buried under a layer of detached cynicism and cruel black humor. Her thirst for adventure was being quenched. Eventually, it was time for the “big score”, as Zebediah called it. It worked. A ship was theirs, even though two of their number were caught. She was 19, experienced and hardened, so she thought. She worried they would snitch, but Zebediah said it didn’t matter because they’d be too far away. Way too far, far from anyone who can hurt them now. So they went very far, and ended up where the money was- the Asteroid Belt.

The Asteroid Belts were a goldmine, literally and figuratively. Precious resources, like gold and silver, and useful compounds like platinum came from the rocks floating in space like river from a spring. Pirates crawled the frontier, hoping to steal what they could not gather themselves. The Royal Gray fleet constantly battled against the endless supply of pirates, though it had come to a stalemate in recent years, with there being many zones of safety for miners, and several zones where it was dangerous to tread.

Zebediah was her captain, and she was chosen to be pilot after the last one almost got them crashed. Turns out, she had a natural talent for piloting a ship. Lucky her, lucky them. So they raided and stole on the outskirts, and they grew in number over time. She got better and better at piloting her ship, and eventually they got a little bit of a reputation.

Emboldened, Zebediah commanded them to take it up a notch, and go to the next level of raiding. Reika was eager to keep moving up in the world of pirating. Unfortunately for the fledgeling pirates, fate had other ideas.

She was 23 when she saw the enemy ship known as the Barnet. There it was, all alone, totally exposed, drones and mining lasers and all working away at a rock. They attacked. Zebediah gave commands and Reika followed them willingly. She was good, better than the pilot of the Barnet. She was faster, turned tighter, always putting herself right where Zebediah told her too while the Barnet was comparatively sluggish. All was going well until somehow, the battle turned. The Barnet was always where they needed to be to get the upper hand. It was almost as if Zebediah himself was feeding them information on what he intended to do. Eventually, the Barnet predicted their next move and preemptively fired rockets at an asteroid as Reika passed by it. Before she could avoid anything, the rockets struck the asteroid and it exploded outward with some kind of trapped gas. The fragments jettisoned outwards towards Zebediahs ship and punctured the hull. Stricken, Zebediah ordered a retreat, but the Barnet was too clever, and they were captured.

Then, she met the captain of the Barnet- Annabelle Evans. She noticed the skill of the pilot and wanted to know who it was. Reika revealed herself and they got to know each other over the next two months. Annabelle seemed to relate to Reika. Annabelle reminded Reika of who she used to be. She peeled away Reika’s hardened layers and accessed emotions Reika had hidden from herself. However, since they were all prisoners onboard the ship, Zebediah knew it was only a matter of time until they returned to an outpost and were bountied off to the Grays. Clever as he was, he came up with a plan to escape using the enemies very own pods. The plan worked, and Reika was about to come along when she hesitated. Zebediah looked back at her for only a moment and saw the look on her face before closing the doors to the pod and jettisoning himself and the rest of his crew out into space, and she hasn’t seen him since. Reika to this day wondered what the last look her gave her meant. Disgust? Pity? Understanding? Perhaps she’ll never know. But she felt drawn to this ship. The life of crime had lost its luster in the couple months she spent as prisoner and she had finally grown attached to someone outside of necessity and warband-esque loyalty.

Captains Evans seemed to understand this. She took Reika under her wing after that, and let her watch the pilot and co-pilot work. When they had time off and her crew were resting on some minor settlement Reika showed off her skills, and Captain Evans gave her pointers for she was an experienced pilot herself. She said that a good captain needed a good pilot, for without one the other could not succeed. She said the only reason the Barnet succeeded against Zebediah was because “I was a better captain than you were a good pilot.” Their relationship grew, and eventually she announced to the crew that the captured pirate was to be their new co-pilot. Eventually, the pilot seemed to noticed that she was better than he was, and wasn’t surprised when Captain Evans consulted him about seeking other employment, for he was a temporary pilot and it was his job to be replaced at some point. Reika piloted the Barnet for a long while. 5 years she took place in the adventure of mining for precious resources. The dangerous space-walks the crew partook in, her positioning the ship just right. Fending off raids from pirates...she often wondered if any of the ships she fended off were captained by Zebediah. Either way, her renown as a trustworthy and skilled pilot grew over the years.

Indeed, it grew so much so that she was offered a job by the Grays seeking the treasure for the late Emily Gray. Her grandest adventure yet. It also brought up a name she hadn’t thought of in a long, long time- the Addisons. Getting this treasure before they did would be a way of getting back at them for what they did to her family all those years ago. It also brought back memories of her family. Where were they? She found that she missed them, after all these years. Abandoning them with nothing but a note. Perhaps, if she found this treasure, she could go back to them with her cut. She had a real job now, and rebuilding her relationship with them was a good thought for Reika. Captain Evans, displeased that she was losing her best pilot, but please for Reika personally, allowed Reika to partake in this endeavor. A real treasure hunt? She wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Personality:
Reika’s cynical, nihilistic humor has long since evolved into a more general wittiness, preferring friendly banter as opposed to cruel jokes at others expense. A reformed pirate, she tries to be optimistic for finding the goodness in other people because someone else found it in her. After all her time being a criminal though she has experienced betrayal and seen the cruelty capable in others and in herself first hand, so there is a struggle between her belief in reform and the paranoia baked into her past. She is greatly distrustful of big corporations, but for the Addisons she holds a special, reserved hatred for what she believes they did to her. Reika is eager to trust a charismatic leader and latches onto a strong authority figure that shares in her ambition and cause.

Allegiance: Gray.

Occupation: Pilot of an asteroid mining ship.

Personal Effects: A cellular device, Citizen of Mars Identification, Scavenging Liscense, Pilot's Liscense, Driving Liscense. A debit card with a small amount of money on it, and a credit card.

For weapons, she has a 10 round magazined ballistic handgun on a holster on her belt, along with two extra magazines. Tucked away in her right boot is a knife, a left over habit from her days in the urban jungle.

Other: She often wears loose, cropped clothing on board ships, as uniforms were never really a thing for her and it’s not like she’ll be going on an EVAC anytime soon, so she might as well be comfortable. Usually a t-shirt, tank-top, or crop top. For bottoms she usually wears pilot leggings and boots of the brown and black variety.

[pandapolio]

Sevro Barca

Name: Sevro Barca

Race: Human

Age: 33

Sex: male

Appearance: Sevro stands at a respectable 5'11" and 170 lbs. He has brown hair and is cleanly shaven. His eyes have a mischievous glint to them and he seems to always have a boyish grin on his face.

In combat gear

History: A few years ago a collection of incredible heists caught the galaxy by storm. It was a group of four individuals who went after the toughest marks in the galaxy. Their style was often brazen and flashy, and the people loved the show. In three years this team hit a total of 11 high profile marks. Their spree ended with three of the four getting caught and the fourth disappearing. Sevro began his solo career as a freelancer a few months after the trials for the captured three finished. While some may recognize him from camera footage he goes mostly unnoticed. Since going freelancer only clients with bank accounts large enough for him to swim in are able to afford him. Recently someone who was able to afford him came to him with a new job.

Personality: He is a sarcastic jerk and often has trouble taking things too seriously until it is too late. He also has a tendency to oversimplify complicated situations. Despises the grays.

Allegiance: Whoever is paying AKA The Addison Corporation

Occupation: Freelancer

Personal Effects: Railgun pistol, Cell Phone, 2 EMP grenades, Multiple IDs for aliases, bag of "job" supplies

Other: nope

[Verticus]

Ryland 'Paladin' Astorix

Paladin

In-depth Observational Appearance

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Appearance: His appearance is not as glamorous or elegant due to constant use of his gear due to his fast-paced lifestyle and occupation, numerous nicks, scratches, and weathering litter his suit, the same could be said to his appearance, various scars and scratches adorn his face and body, whereas his facial structure is Germanic and quite defined, and his body is of the Mesomorph type. His hair has been kept away from becoming wildly overgrown, and is shown in consideration of not being a mess, his facial hair has been grown to a shadow of stubble, yet nothing more, to avoid complications of wearing his helmet. He wears no logos, sigil, or any adornments along his armor, leaving the blank appearance of his dark suit and armor to signify his occupation.

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Name: Ryland 'Paladin' Astorix

Race: Human

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Height: 189 cm ( 6'2" )

Weight: 74.38 Kg ( 164 lb. )

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History: Ryland Astorix conceived on Arxiss Asteroid Colony (Former) in The Belt at 1:38 AM Earth Standard Time. Astorix, a commonplace name given to some Humans who chose to live their lives among the Asteroids and their Stations in conjunction of a surname formed from the two. At the age of Five, the Arxiss Asteroid Colony (Former) is destroyed by unforeseen collision. Ryland survived on evacuation barge, the mother of Ryland is killed on Arxiss. Ryland with his Male Parent lives in slums of the Floating City Carris on the planet of Uranus. Astorix is hospitalized due to gang-related violence. Laceration scar persists on left forearm, his father is killed in gang related violence. Due to the demise of his guardians, at age Ten Ryland is put on room and board at the Saint’s Arms Orphanage and Hostel in the City of Carris.

For Six years, Ryland is subjected to the harsh parent-less life on the floating city of Carris, subjecting himself to gang-related infighting and lifestyle, until affording enough to enlist his services among a mercenary group and their ship to leave the floating city in search of employment, and payment. At the age of Sixteen, Ryland is placed under the care of a small mercenary group, trained and raised under the code and lifestyle of space-faring mercenaries requiring payment for services that could not be done without violence, weapons, or the use of such to either threaten, or further one's means of payment. Ryland, for four years, was taught the mercenaric ways of dealing with situations across the stars, from persuasion and diplomacy, to a tactical sense of preserving more than what should be lost, to running and gunning to finish something quickly.

At the age of 20, Ryland left the mercenary group, and became a sole unit, utilizing a personal shuttle, or a cheap space-bus, he would enlist his services in the local cluster, collecting bounties and payments for jobs done by himself, rather than in a group. At the age of 22, Ryland earned the nickname of 'Paladin', his old name rarely being mentioned due to the commonality of his nickname; earning this title through an unforeseen feat of kindness, accepting a bounty to assassinate the heads of the 'Stricken' group, known for their vast ties in Human Trafficking accusations, the subsequent release of those unfortunate souls had them chanting the title 'Paladin' for the masked Bounty Hunter. For three years since then, Paladin has been continuing his Bounty Hunting lifestyle under the guide of his nickname.

Personality: Ryland is known to seem stern and intimidating during the missions where he is seen, or rather stoic and to-the-point. Whilst conducting any mission, Ryland is known to take the personality and mindset of what needs to be in order to get the mission done without the loss of his life; he will however, push these boundaries up until, the loss of his life, either in regard to careless abandon, or for a thrilling sense of tempting fate.

While not conducting a mission, on his leisure time, whenever or wherever that may be, he is quite lax, easy-going, and rather gregarious, feeling the need to sate his social desires not acquired during his bounties, or missions, in order to maintain his appearance of an employable bounty hunter. While off-duty he enjoys a good conversation, or the opportunity to count his earnings, or prepare himself and his equipment for his next outing. A problem is that when he communicates, he tends to ramble, go on tangents, anything but end the pleasant conversations he has briefly. He has a tendency to expect the same results he produces among those who classify with him, and will tend to push others past their limits if need be to meet his level on the field, during deployments, or completing tasks. He also enjoys throwing objects at people, as well as throwing people, at something, or out an airlock. In attempts to stop himself from overconversating, he has become a workaholic, and will make attempts in strides to busy himself in his work, and preparation of such. He is a chain smoker and will take any opportunity he gets to light up a familiar brand, and take a puff, with or without his helmet. Air quality is at a minimum in his quarters while he is smoking.

Allegiance: Unknown

Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Recovery Agent

Personal Effects:

• 1x Generation IV Space-Combat Suit
• 1x Generation IV Space-Combat E.V.A. Helmet
• 2x Vauten Technologies™ Magnetic Boot
• 1x Serrated Mono-molecular Combat Knife
• 2x Mono-molecular Blade
• 1x Bharrouz Manufacturing® .45 Revolver
• 1x Pack of Gummy-Bears
• 1x Postcard of the Titan Moon
• 1x Pack of Mars Red 100's Brand Cigarettes
• 1x Weathered steel-case flip-lighter

Errant

Ardur, Brunt, Callisto

Ardur and Callisto

Brunt

Other: Is not allowed on the planet of Mercury, if seen, will be prosecuted for various charges.

The 'Carrion'

The Carrion

Ship Manufacturer: Ifrit Fabrications

Ship Designation: IFX-5157 Buzzard - The 'Carrion'

Ship Class: Stealth Corvette

Ship Size: External: ~50 Meters, Internal: ~3 Meters

Ship Crew/Personnel: 8 Active Personnel

Ship Armament:

• 3x Gallidus-Class Fixed Anti-Ship Lasers
• 1x Namidia-Class Fixed Rail-Cannon
• 2x Dorsal Missile Bay

Ship Technologies:

• 2x Manned Point-Defense Cannons
• 1x Mars Corporation Fusion Engine
• 1x Radar-Comm ECM
• 2x Empennage-Fixed Low-Heat Exhaust Ports
• 2x Kort Technologies Fusion-Plasma Thrusters
• Multi-Spectral Camouflage

Ship Appearance:

Other: Has a Lavender Air Freshener in the Cockpit

[Rai]

Aelithea Matia The Candor

Aela

Name:Aelithea Matia “Aela”

Race: Human

Age: 25

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Her looks

Honed shoulders and arms display what is hidden. A body forged by constant effort and one that wields a decent weight. Enough so to appear dominant even among men. She’s over six feet and that is enough to make any man stop counting. Sun kissed freckles on her face as well as a scar on her right cheek. Her left arm has a tattoo of an Ace of spades symbol in black. Her wrists have silver cuffs with a single broken chain on each.

History: Born in the slums and one day her foster family gave her up, along with her younger brother, to a mercenary group on Mars. They were ex military soldiers who worked for hire with the government. Her and her brother trained by a man named Sygma in a style of CQC that was formed by slaves forced to work on the technology of humanities uprise. As a result she learned to fight with her hands bound and kick ferociously.

She and her brother soon went under a long period of surgery to remove their current eyes and replace them, along with some of their neurotransmitters, with eyes made from within a lab. These eyes were both organic and cybernetic and were grown using slow controlled processes. These eyes allowed one perfect vision. With the cybernetics they can now perceive electronic wave lengths. Various settings can also be adjusted such as night vision, heat vision, and xray vision.

She broke out from this group however, living on her own after the age of 20.

Personality: Aela enjoys relaxing and being as lazy as possible. She is very similar to a cat, or at times a bear given her mean streak. She does wild things when intoxicated and seeks thrills often enough where her skills are tested. She has a independent personality. Always thinking of a way out, mostly to save herself. She does enjoy dominating and will at times ignore others feelings making her a hard sell as a team player. She also has a tendency to be over confident.

Allegiance: Alvirstein

Occupation: Mercenary / Bounty Hunter

Personal Effects:

Suit

Misc.
1. Bandage wraps that she usually keeps for her fists and shins for her constant minor injuries from training.
2. Sleeveless button down dark blue shirt with purple insides. Black leather pants with black high heels with silver zippers.
3. A large belt that can carry multiple items with its pockets.
4. Ammo.
Weapons
1.

Woopsy

Woopsy is her dagger which is 12 inches long and has a battery that can produce electrical charges when she presses a button on the hilt with her thumb. It produces up to 200,000 volts.

2.

Profitis

A weapon custom made for her talents. She has the arms to wield its weight and its rounds pierce through walls and sometimes armor.

Other: She loves anything sweet.

[Stitches]

Abigail Harlow

Name: Abigail Harlow

Race: Human

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Allegiance: The Grays

Occupation: Mechanic

Personal Effects: Her dad’s old toolkit, several bags of sterile human blood (kept frozen, A-).

Other: Abigail suffers from some sort of defect that causes sporadic hemorrhages in her esophagus. Whilst the effects of this loss of blood are marginal at best, it means that she has to avoid strenuous activity, an excess of yelling, stress, and blows to her stomach or her neck. After a serious bout of bleeding she may require a blood transfusion, which takes 1-4hrs. Whilst the effects of this condition seem frightening, the more threatening condition that Abigail deals with on a day to day basis is the anaemia that comes with the blood loss - it barely affects her daily duties, she has found multiple ways to cope and has all of the relevant paperwork from her doctor allowing her to continue working.





Standing tall at five-foot nothing with a shit-eating grin, a mane of messy blonde hair and inquisitive periwinkle eyes is Abigail Harlow. She is scattered with little scars, nicks, scrapes and bruises that seem to shift about on a daily basis. She spends most of her time cooped up in ventilation shafts of squeezed in between bits of machinery, so she’s so pale not even a freckle she could boast about, making her look a bit like a shut-in when it couldn’t be further from the truth. Her physique is best described as ‘gangly’ - packs of muscle here and there but skinny as a twig regardless of whatever she eats. No piercings, no tattoos; she knows she’ll mess them up eventually and instead opts for smears of dirt, oil and rust on her clothes. A few of her toes are bent at a funny angle after she broke them and didn’t get them set properly.




Abigail bears the tell-tale signs of a woman forced to mature too quickly. She fluctuates between being self-sufficient and sensible to acting like any other cheeky teenage girl would. Her sharp tongue and witty comments are more than enough to get her in trouble; it doesn’t help matters that she’s as stubborn as a mule and doesn’t hold back when she gets mad. Often restless and always fidgety, Abigail has a boundless amount of energy that spills into her everyday life and fuels her moments of irrationality, those famous “fuck-it-let’s-give-this-a-shot” ideas that every young adult has been guilty of before.

Abigail’s stubborn determination is probably her most polarising feature. On the one hand she’ll literally work herself to exhaustion if left unchecked and sets herself nigh-impossible goals to attain. She follows authority well enough but when she knows she’s right or has to say something, she won’t hold back on saying it. Her sharp mind means that even if she couldn’t exactly avoid trouble, she was well equipped for getting herself out of whatever screw-up she inevitably lands herself in. Even if she acts like a smart-ass from time to time, no-one is more aware of their own fragility than Abigail. Almost everything she does is humbled by the constant reminder that she is younger, weaker and less experienced than most of the people around her. Yes, she is passionate and stubborn and will fight for her voice to be heard but there are some situations where Abigail can clearly see she is physically weaker than most. Abigail isn’t afraid of running away from fights she can’t handle and has a healthy amount of common sense that inhibits her impulsive behaviour from time to time.



Abigail’s story started off peacefully; she lived in a fairly wealthy household on Mercury, with her father often absent as a fairly famous mechanic on military duty in the Gray’s royal fleet. Because of the ample opportunities given to her at an early age she became a bright, sociable and curious child in private education. She loved her mother to pieces and idolised her father, treasuring their rare conversations online or through video calls. She made friends quite easily and didn’t make too much of a fuss as she fumbled her way through puberty. She wasn’t even bullied; Abigail’s hardest struggle at that time was the fear of what her girlier friends would think about her interest in mathematics, informatics and physics. Some of her happiest memories were the days that her father took on leave, where they spent weeks disassembling and reassembling chunks of old forgotten fighter ships in the scrapyard.

It was no wonder that she went into higher education to study an advanced course in spaceship engineering; by this point her fascination with machines had started to blend with the lingering gap that having a largely absent father would bring to the table, so this fascination bordered on the obsessive side as she worked herself to the bone attempting to achieve the highest marks possible. It became less of a career choice and more of a search for her own identity, which has hitherto been tangled up in her lifelong attempts to emulate her missing father. She began to deviate from the path and bring her own experiences to the table, often working with informatics systems and the repair of androids in her free time to make some (relatively unnecessary) cash on the side whilst trying to figure out what kind of mechanic Abigail really wanted to become.

One day, Abigail came back to her dormitory to find her mother waiting on her - she had made the trip halfway across the planet to give her some some sobering news. Her father was dead. Her mother explained that the report came in no less than three days ago, that Mr Harlow was gripped by an aggressive parasitic illness during fieldwork and that he passed away fighting for his life. She emphasised how diligently the Captain and his crew worked to save her father, and how ultimately it was too late. Perhaps she had woven this story to placate Abigail and keep her mind focused on her studies, because the real reason for Mr Harlow’s death was a strategic error on the Captain’s behalf during a top secret mission that costed several people their lives and the Captain his rank. Mrs Harlow may have simply wanted Abigail to believe that her father did not become a mere statistic in the chaos, a loss of life practically unnoticed in the carnage until all of the dust had settled without a body to bring back for a burial. Maybe she was even trying to delude herself into thinking that, despite being part of an immeasurably huge royal fleet, her husband’s death meant something in the grand scheme of things. All it really did was leave a Captain disgraced, a mother alone and a child with a broken spirit.

Abigail’s grades plummeted. Her interest in engineering soured for several months and she whittled away what little allowance remained after all of the funeral costs until, finally, she was removed from the degree program and sent back home. Remember that she not only lost a dad, but a significant chunk of her identity - she had breezed through life as ‘Harlow’s Daughter’, a shiny little badge of honour that she used to boast about in class. During these harrowing months of recovery, Abigail was at her lowest. She desperately clung to memorabilia, she hoarded and treasured everything from his half-finished repairs on an old TVII class fighter to the wrench that was still covered in his oily fingerprints. She neglected her mother, who was idling aimlessly in the house for weeks on end, barely eating or speaking, in favour of spending a large chunk of her day knee-deep in spaceship scrap at the yard. Abigail was trying to rekindle an uncertain love for machines that blossomed out of her love for a dead man and none of it was working.

So Abigail moved on to more desperate measures. She used materialism to try and fill the void and became an impulse buyer of some pretty impressive personalisation of her father’s old toolkit, having each of the pieces modified to become the most efficient tools on the market, having each component personally engraved, the box enamelled. It cost a lot and Abigail undertook this long and incredibly specific task with absolute self-absorption. Whatever her mother was also doing with the family funds had culminated in another jarring shock; no less than a year or so after Mr Harlow’s death they were forced to sell their planetside property on Mercury and move into one of the sleazy air domes on Venus into a run-down two man apartment to stretch out the rapidly dwindling funds that they had left.

It was the change in air quality or the aftereffects of their combined recklessness that caused Mrs Harlow to ironically develop a chronic and quite serious illness not long after they settled into their significantly humbled abode. It was the shock of not only ignoring her only other living relative but also allowing her to wither away that caused Abigail to snap out of her reveries. She may be a failed student and a lost soul but compared to Mrs Harlow she was assuredly not a stay-at-home mother in the making. She had a wealth of information at her fingertips and an incentive to use it.

Abigail initially took work on one of the ports as a ship mechanic. She was hired immediately into an agency that worked via commission fees to repair significant structural and computer damage on any ship that required it, no questions asked. This job was giving Abigail some solid experience but the uncertainty of her paycheck coupled with her mother’s rapidly declining health caused Abigail to eventually quit after a few years, moving down to a local robotics shop called ‘Bob’s Chop Shop’ in order to receive a smaller yet regular pay and all the benefits that came from her living close to her sickened mother. She worked long hours and did her own side commissions on hovercraft. She was being held back by her newfound responsibilities, but applied herself mindlessly to her job without thinking much on any ‘wasted time’ or ‘wasted potential’ - she had to keep her family safe.

And then the Captain came back.

He visited Abigail at work, tactfully avoiding a rendezvous with Mrs Harlow to try and dodge out of her influence and reach the young woman directly. He explained about how he had recently received a new mission, one of the utmost importance for his career and for the Gray family themselves. But a fallen Captain alone could not hope to compete with the other parties at play and he needed some reliable (and most importantly affordable) back-up. It came to light that the Captain had never truly lost contact with her mother, that they kept in touch because Mr Harlow’s death was not merely a statistic for the Captain but the loss of a very gifted individual. He offered Abigail over twice as much than her current employment was paying her and gave her a few days to mull it over.

Understandably, Mrs Harlow was quite distressed. The Captain took away her husband on a secret mission and now he wished to do the same to her daughter. She steadfastly opposed the idea, they argued for hours on end whilst Abigail sought out alternatives and found nothing except opportunity for more refined healthcare for her mother - especially if bed and board was provided for Abigail as she worked. Mrs Harlow’s story came back to haunt her - instead of keeping Abigail focused on maturing and separating from her father, she was suddenly faced with the grim reality that she had a woman on her hands who just met the man she believed to have loyally attended to her dying father. Abigail’s obsession was rekindled in seconds and her devotion to this journey was almost entirely based on learning more about her family’s past. Her mother knew this and resigned herself to the fact that there truly was no stopping Abigail now that she had set her mind on this endeavour. Bitterly, painfully, she let her daughter leave with her husband’s killer - but not before she had a few words with him in private, laying down a few ground rules before their departure.

Abigail unknowingly sacrificed her time with her family for a glorified treasure hunt under the orders of a murderer. The only compensation she received for this was the opportunity to pay for more advanced and nuanced healthcare for Mrs Harlow in her absence.

[Kipsateking]

Finn Olsen

Name: Finn Olsen
Nicknames: Old Finn, Captain Olsen
Race: Human
Age: 43 (looks around 60)
Gender: Male

Appearance:

picture

History: Finn grew up on a small space station in the belt, and to this day has only stepped onto ‘real’ ground twice. With his parents having left to seek out a future amongst the stars he was raised by his grandfather who worked as a solo ship rescue officer, he grew up on stories of how his great grandfathers worked on rescue boats and as fishermen in what was the North Sea. He inherited his grandfathers trade, as well as most of his personality, and lives a solitary life waiting to help those who have become trapped in the cold depths of space. Unfortunately for Finn being a lifeguard doesn't allow the most glamorous of lifestyles, despite donations from grateful people he has rescued, this means in order to keep the lights on he is forced to take up other work from time to time as an escort for ships carrying goods or to help people find lost ships.
This means that over the years he has built up a wide web of connections to people he has helped or worked with in the past, chances are if you need something done Finn knows just the guy and they probably owe him a favour, though he is rarely known to call them in for himself as he doesn't want to bother people with his problems.

Personality: Though Finn may look and act like your typical grumpy ship captain on the inside he is warm, welcoming and always willing to help, though experience has led him to be suspicious of strangers who have conveniently decided to turn up in the middle of a job.
Always there for a friend, between his jobs and favours he is no stranger to adventure and has journeyed across space with various groups of people and will happily ramble on for hours about his past endeavours assuming you don't fall asleep; in which case you will wake up wrapped in his musty coat with him patiently waiting to restart his story.
Despite this he does prefer to be alone, and contrary to him often helping others he prefers to solve his own problems himself, he doesn't seek fame of fortune he just wants to live the out his days in relative peace though that will never keep him from helping those in need.
Try's to stay away from fighting and often refuses to kill unless necessary, despite this he can handle himself in a fight either sniping from afar with his harpoon or relying on his suits strength to overpower foes; outside of these situations though he is only as useful as an ordinary civilian.

Equipment:
Antique magnetic harpoon: an old railgun from when humanity first ventured into the stars, capable of shooting armour piercing harpoons at long range.
Magnetic boots: name says it all, boots which allow him to walk on ship hulls
Bionic right eye: allows him to zoom in his vision to see long distances and in infrared, handy for finding people trapped in ship wreckages. Is indistinguishable from his normal eye.
Finn’s list: a list of good friends, contacts and people who owe him favours saved onto a data chip in his false eye.
Great knowledge of space: not really a piece of equipment but he knows how to navigate most of the space within the Empire of humanity like the back of his hand.
Poor knowledge of planets: again not really equipment but after spending nearly his entire life in space he has trouble coping with the dense sprawl of cities and consistent gravity.
Pipe: a regular wooden pipe with synthetic tobacco.
Space suit: a gift from the grays for saving George, it allows him to go into space and grants him enhanced strength. Though not military grade it comes in useful when digging through debris. The suit integrates with his eye allowing him to get a 360 degree view of his surrounding; he can use all of his other equipment as usual whilst wearing the suit as well as a grappling hook which is attached to the right hand.
Image:

suit

Though the suit stands out from his usual aesthetic he has become attached to it and sees it as a mark of his friendship with the grays.

Allegiance: the Gray family
Finn has worked with the Grays on a few occasions, all starting with him saving Emily Grey’s cousin George who had become stranded in space (which happens to be the story of the second time he set foot on a planet). This ended up with him taking jobs for them, though mostly for George and never for the queen herself. This has led to him quite liking the Grays and most of them will know him at least by sight if not by name.
Despite his fondness for the Grays he hopes that the human empire can one day survive without a ruling family or strict government.

Opinions:
Aliens: His grandfather helped the alien refugees a lot in the Harbingers migrant crisis and Finn has done his best to continue his work, helping refugees reach Human worlds and getting them settled in to life amongst humanity, introducing them to people he knows as well as adding these aliens to his list of contacts if he ever needs to find help. This has made him fearful of the Harbingers, having heard too many horror stories from the aliens he's helped out to ever want to journey too far out of the Orion Spur as well as dread the consequences should they ever invade.

Other: has always wanted to try and kill the white mobius space whale…

[DinoNuts]

Victor Strade

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Name:Victor Strade

Race: Human

Age: 47

Sex: Male

Appearance: Victor is a tall, stocky, hairy man with the physique of someone who gained muscle through intensive labour. He has dark hair which he combs back, thick eyebrows, dark eyes and a prominent mustache. More often than not, Victor has faint stubble around his jawline. His nose is ever-so-slightly crooked and the lines on his face appear to be from decades of frowning. His hands are calloused and his nails kept short - he wears no wedding ring yet the pale tan line of a ring is still barely visible. He has no piercings and no tattoos, but he does have a few scars on his left shoulder, abdomen and knuckles.

History: Overview: A prominent military captain descending from a family of career militarists, who were using a combination of hard work and cutthroat politics to groom Victor for Admiralty. After a disastrous military screw up during his rise through the ranks, Victor’s hopes of reaching the Admiral rank he was meant to achieve were ruined. He rank was preserved but his reputation was heavily slandered. He could barely receive authorization for managing grunt work on low-priority planets, let alone aspire to be promoted once more. After several years of highly effective operations, Victor was given the opportunity to prove himself on a mission that required his particular talents…

The Strade family are a family of loyalist aristocrats that lived on Mars. Victor was born on Mars to an incredibly strict domestic life - private tuition from an early age gave Victor a head start on his education. He had the influence of his parents and several successful relatives in the military to emulate. From as early as Victor can remember, his life at home was expertly crafted towards a single goal; achieving the rank of Admiral in the royal fleet of the Human Empire.

At the meagre age of 17 Victor joined a military academy and spent 4 years passing his assessments with flying colours. When he joined the army, he was immediately posted as an officer escorting passenger ships through dangerous territory. He spent decades working his way steadily through the rankings to reach the position of Captain of the RS Hemlock, a dreadnought-class battleship that patrolled the weakest points of the Empire’s influence, routinely taking out pirates, terrorists and bandits.

Operation Eridanus

A confidential counter-terrorism mission that took place in interplanetary space, on the outskirts of Pluto. The mission was to locate and intercept a cargo ship that would allow insurgents to establish a base on the planet. The intel that the RS Hemlock had received was falsified to place the Dreadnought-class ship in open territory, where agents placed within the crew had enough time to strategically place, arm and detonate several explosives within the ship. Whilst the crew evacuated via escape pods towards Pluto, several smaller insurgent spacecraft ambushed the stragglers and gunned down several pods. The complete destruction of a large military vessel and the deaths of over a dozen personnel were recorded.

Personality: Victor Strade is a product of his surroundings. He is a cold, emotionally reserved military veteran with a very strict moral code. He has accumulated an aristocrat’s careful etiquette and a precise time schedule. He likes to strategize and compartmentalise whenever possible. The only way to see his humanity is through his treatment of those who work with him; he is unflinchingly loyal to his crew and goes above and beyond the necessities to ensure that every member is not only healthy, but content with their position. Unfortunately, his tastes are a little outdated; Victor is a highly conservative man with xenophobic tendencies and high expectations. He often overestimates what the average crewmember is capable of doing and falls quite quickly to stereotypes when it comes to alien races, holding a clear bias towards a primarily human crew. As such, Victor is easily disappointed and hard to impress.

If one manages to chip away at that hard exterior, Victor can come off to be a bit socially awkward, as if genuine affection and a lack of formality are completely foreign concepts to him. However his ability to read other people and their emotional states comes as part of the job, so he seems to know the right words to say and when - even if he can’t quite figure out how to formulate those concepts into sentences.

Push Victor the other way and he turns out to be a destructive force. A lifetime of pent-up emotion can, under terrible influences, burst out in episodes of rarely-seen and rightly feared violence. In other instances he can quell his compassion to become as cold and as ruthless as the situation requires, performing acts of unspeakable cruelty out of sheer spite. This side of Victor is rarely seen in his day to day activities - he would have to be under extreme duress to break from his shell of civility.

Allegiance: The Grays

Occupation: (Disgraced) Captain

Personal Effects: Silver Locket with the picture of his mother inside it. The cover of the locket has the initials “E.S.” engraved on it. His most prized possession.

Other: (Anything else you want to note.)

[RumikoOhara]

Corrected Nikki

Name:Yvonne Nikkal Goodchild

Race: Human

Age: Appears to be in her early 20s but as she is cyber-augmented her actual age is moot

Sex: Female

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Stastics:

• Height= 1.88
• Weight= 83.9
• Hair= Usually black and to the middle of her back in length
• Eyes= Amber
• Skintone= Alabaster

History: Born in the Luna Colony Yvonne was a sickly child from the very beginning. Her mother tried to do what she could for her and kept her till she was 3 years old before pleading that the medical board take custody of her; the board agreed.

Like any child taken into custody Yvonne was tested and the board was stunned to discover she had a grasp on speech that was on a level with 10 year olds and her intelligence as advanced which is why they decided to do as much as they could for her rather than shuffle her off to some backwater foster facility.

She was as previously stated a sickly child and by age 8 unable to even walk with braces in the Lunar gravity but mandatory testing revealed she had an IQ that was nearly off the charts so the board once more bent the rules and allowed her to live though she was a drain on the foster systems finances.

All was going as well as could be expected till she was diagnosed with Friedreich’s Ataxia and would eventually die a horrible death because of its degenerative effects so she was slated to be humanely euthanized.

Only 10 years old and under a death sentence by nature and authority it seemed she would never grow any older till only days before her procedure was scheduled a stranger walked into her room and sat with her asking her strange questions. They were all on the subject of Deep space transport, some beyond the studies she had done on the subject but was able to theorize on using previous information as a base.

Soon she was whisked away and under the knife her brain removed from her ravaged body and decanted into a suspension system for study and testing for full body conversion.

For her first 2 years as a decanted brain she was subjected to rigorous testing and showed a resistance to Cyberpsychosis which made her a good candidate for the next stage of her existence.

Placed in a training body she was turned over to her trainer at the age of 13 who was to become her friend and mentor as far as the use and adaptation to cybernetics was concerned.

At age 16 Yvonne’s true purpose was revealed to her when she was subjected to intensive Space/Atmos craft piloting for 2 years external and who knows how long virtually

(Very little is available beyond the above due to the Alvirstein penchant to be mysterious and the above information should be considered available only to those who have the resources to discover)

Personality: Yvonne is all business to those outside of her faction but to those who are members of the Alvirstein faction she is friendly and helpful.

Yvonne is dedicated to her faction and would do anything asked of her by her savior and has even undergone modifications that may or may not be used (Need to know)

She sees the body in which she resides as a vehicle the same as any other and because of this can sacrifice any part of it without reservation or assume another with none of the normal emotional attachment issues; this is likely due to her biological body having been so ravaged by her medical issues.

Having had little to no real childhood has left her with a sense of wonder usually found only in those younger than herself

Allegiance: Alvirstein

Occupation: Pilot / Mercenary

Personal Effects: Her Favored weapons are handguns but she is rudimetrialy trained in larger weapons and either Gauss or Energy Projection

Most commonly armed with a Terran Arms 3mm ROF 1- 1000 rpm / clip 100 rnds.
Yvonne normally has her ROF set at 5 round burst

Her only real possession is a desk sized computer aboard the Carrion and she uses it to create her own Virtual world.
Lobby
Equipped with neural net systems which allow easy interface with friends Yvonne’s computer is set up in such a manner that without her presence outside computers have no interface

(This system is more for entertainment value and the creation of a virtual environment ie a possible Discord in which to do odd sidebar RPing)

Other:
The only skill she is highly practiced in is piloting and should be tought of as a talented Rookie with loads of book learning

Yvonne is a full body conversion specialized for flight and vehicle operations. Built to withstand the high G-forces and high energy maneuvers that in the past would have been fatal to pilots. Yvonne is built under the idea that when the machine out performs the flesh then you get rid of the flesh.

Her responses are as fast as the ships computer; they have to be with the advent of AI -guided missiles, hypervelocity projectiles and energy weapons filling the air around the ship making every microsecond counts. Along with a greased nervous system she is equipped with interface hardwire plugs and telepresense she can interface with any cybernetically controlled vehicles or devices. To further aid her ability she has an onboard an advanced gyro-stabilizer which aids in preventing dizziness due to sudden changes in orientation. Employing specially buffered biosystems and high stress bloodpump she can ignore problems normally associated with acceleration.

Equipped an advanced onboard sensor enhancements her eyes are able to compensate for bright flares of light, telescopic high-resolution enhancement, HUD, and cookiecutter function. (able to miss friends in combat with ranged weapons)

Her muscles and body frame are built with a view more towards ruggedness to enable her to withstand the rigors of vehicle combat.

For use as a Honeytrap Yvonne is equipped with such add ons as would be found in courtesan models (I will not go into details but suffice to say her mods are called Mata Hari)

[Caasicam]

Luna Blake

Alias

Felicity Hawthorn

Race

Human

Age

24

Sex

Female

Appearance

165 cm of unfiltered opinions. Originally weighed around 63 kilograms, though her prosthetics add an extra ten or so onto that. Her accent is vaguely Moroccan, though partially artificial vocal chords have covered part of that up with a drier tone.

Luna Blake

History

Born on one of the gloomy Uranian cities floating within the pale blue clouds, though Luna never attempted to find out which one. Effectively an orphan at birth, with her father nowhere to be found and her mother dying only weeks after her birth. She was shuttled around the planet from there, living on the street more often than not as she grew older, rather than in foster homes and education centers; at least until local security forces arrested her for any number of petty crimes. Regardless of the reeducation or relocation she was forced into Luna always fell back into her old life. There she learned to shoot and passably defend herself out of pure necessity, though her real talents laid in her ability to refurbish and repair discarded tech, either for her own personal use or to make a quick credit.

For a time in her late teens she appeared to be collecting herself, shaping her life back up for the better, and attended a technical university to work in the industrial center of Titania. An attempt to put her knack for mechanics to good use and make a decent living, her entry examinations earning her a number of merits to fund her education. Unfortunately, she never completed her schooling, falling in with a local gang with a penchant for high stakes, if not necessarily violent, crimes. This ultimately culminated in her winding up in the middle of a shootout, and the injuries she sustained placed her in a hospital requiring extensive cybernetics to simply walk. The last of her funds ran dry paying for her surgeries and subsequent rehabilitation, and unable to pay and unwilling to continue, she dropped out. Even though the wonders of modern medical technology saved her life, the cybernetics used were by no means cutting edge nor tailored for her individual case. As such, an inevitable cycle of substance abuse was started shortly after her source of hospital-prescribed meds ran through as she self-medicated to handle both the psychological stress and normal physical pain.

Ever since she's been floating around the outer solar system's mess of orbital facilities and moons, working initially as a mechanic and then later as hired muscle for traders and merchants, once she gathered enough funds to upgrade her cybernetics past just keeping her alive. She hasn't been particularly picky when it comes to the jobs she takes, as long as they can bring in enough cash to support her self-destructive addiction and the maintenance on her cybernetics.

More recently she found herself under the payroll of the Addison Corporation, under the guise of Felicity Hawthorn, an infamous, but reclusive, engineer and engines specialist that operated out of a free port orbiting Callisto. Luna had been in contact with Hawthorn in regards to security detail for a transport, and was present when the engineer met her untimely demise to a crew of disgruntled pirates. Mere days later the Addison Corporation attempted to contact Hawthorn, who's possessions Luna claimed for herself, for work as an engineer on one of their ships. Unwilling to pass up such an opportunity Luna accepted, and has since kept up the cover, at least until she gets paid in full.

Personality

Perky and surprisingly upbeat considering cold circuits and dead metal are the only things keeping her heart beating, or maybe despite it. Has a general aversion to authority, though has a healthy respect for money and power. Recently taken to maniac swings of mood, from mellow joy to irritableness and straight up anger, which are undoubtedly the result of whatever drug she pumped into her system, or the withdrawal from the lack of one.

Allegiance

Addison Corporation

Occupation

Freelance hired muscle and mechanic, with a side of occasional bounty hunting and mercenary work.

Personal Effects

• Communications package linked with her minor neural implants.
• Several bags worth of tools and kits for her cybernetics, with a stash of semi-legal narcotics in side pocks and buried beneath piles of rusted metal.
• LR7-T Heavy Rifle. Chemical laser weapon that discharges powerful pulses rather than a sustained beam. Operates under a three round burst or single shot. Chemical cannisters deplete after 18 full power shots. A more traditional munition launcher is mounted beneath the barrel, capable of accepting a number of specialized rounds, launching them in varying arcs using magnetic coils. Currently non-functional, though she lacks the funds to purchase ammunition for it anyway. A holographic sight/sensor suit provides basic telemetry on the target when engaged.
• H6 Vulture Magnetic Pistols. Paired high power pistols which hybridize Migrant technology with traditional human railguns, utilizing magnetic forces to fire a compressed line of ferrofluid. When fired in pressures of at least 0.2 atm the beam is superheated via friction, causing it to glow quite visibly. Each requires a reload after 7 shots. Recoil is extreme for the pistols, even with her cybernetic enhancements. Designed for use inside enclosed stations, it has enough stopping power to pierce most light body armor, but not enough to punch holes in pressurized habitats.

[Claghorn Tull]

Bradacharchle

Name: Bradacharchle

Race: Erkani

Age: 46

Sex: Indeterminate

Appearance: Sometimes whatever the hell they want, but mostly indistinguishable from other Erkani

History: Hailing from the Archle Erkani commune hidden away in a sealed habitat in the recovering forests of Norway on Earth, Bradacharchle was raised in turn by various members of the clan, sampling various trades and learning the history of their people as they grew. They discovered a passion for linguistics early in their life, devoting much of their time to studying and translating foreign texts that found their way into the commune while tending to an herb garden and taking turns in the project of restoring the forests around the commune in the hopes that robust plantlife may clean Earth's air enough that the Erkani could live without their sealed domes and pressurized environment suits.

The Erkani traditions of communal living influenced Bradacharchle's interpretation of the texts they translated, abetted by the experiences of the Erkani communes under the Empire. The writings of Karl Marx proved to be of particular interest, prompting a great deal of thought on how life could be improved for the majority of those living under the Empire. While the Empire had taken the Erkani in as refugees from the Harbinger, it was clear to all that the Erkani way of life was incompatible with the capitalist system that dominates life in the Empire, and if things continued as they were, the Erkani communes would eventually be broken to accommodate the demands of capital.

In order to begin gathering resources and making connections to advance the cause of the planned communist revolution, Bradacharchle left Norway and the commune and began taking work as a mercenary, showing preference to jobs that put them in contact with other leftist rebel groups, eventually linking the Norwegian commune to a greater network of communist and anarchist rebels seeking to overthrow the Empire.

Personality: They take no pleasure in violence, but have resigned themselves to the impossibility of revolution through reforms implemented by the very capitalist system they oppose. Quiet, contemplative, and self-assured, Bradacharchle is firmly optimistic, and believes that any risks they take with their own life will be repaid in service to the revolution. They possess an unending fondness for the odd quirks of linguistics and translations, along with an unfortunate love of puns and word games. Given their own circumstances, they are aware of the possibility that others who have been hired to seek the treasure may potentially be persuaded to join the communist cause, and so will hesitate to kill any of them when other options are available. Stubborn and self-assured, they will take on any work they believe they are capable of handling, regardless of other constraints upon their time.

Allegiance: Alvirstein hireling, Marxist-Erkanist revolutionary

Occupation: When separated from their commune, they have been working as a mercenary. Within the commune of clan Archle they work primarily as a linguist and translator, making old texts in various human languages and the languages of other refugee aliens accessible to the majority of Erkani.

Personal Effects:
-Sealed Envirosuit: The only thing they wear apart from gunbelts, this pressurized suit protects the Erkani from environmental hazards up to and including the vacuum of space. It is only donned when an environment is expected to be noxious or hazardous beyond normal tolerances, and is otherwise stored in a small compartment on their gunbelt, as wearing it restricts their shapeshifting.
-Erkani Broadsword: Similar in design to a Vietnamese Da-dao, this long-handled Erkani-made sword hangs from a magnetically-secured loop on their belt. With its curved blade and long handle, it is good for sweeping strikes and parries.
-Defiance Arms Auto-6 Standard: A relatively cheap machine pistol known for reliability and durability, the DAA-6 is this Erkani's favored side-arm, providing suppressing fire and a few more options when the target can neither be sniped nor slashed.
-Iskuri Adhesive Grenades (x3): Manufactured by Finnish anarchists, these grenades are frequently used by the Archle commune for demolition projects, as they are simple, durable, and easy to safely use. Priming the grenade sends an electric charge through the block of foam at its base, preparing it to become a powerful adhesive that expands rapidly upon contact, forming a hard, sticky mass that ensures the grenade will not move. After that, a simple flick of a switch sets off the explosive charge. Bradacharchle has taken a small stock of these grenades for themselves, and can carry three of them at a time.
-Tērvu Arms Single-Shot Compact Reyilkaṉ: Based on a Tamil design originally manufactured as a hunting rifle, this powerful rail-sniper is designed with carrying straps that slip over the shoulders to allow it to be carried on the back when not in use, keeping it out of the way. The button behind the square panel on the side pops the panel open, allowing a sabot to be loaded in for firing. The scope features an adjustable optical zoom, along with filters that allow it to pick up ultraviolet and infrared light and translate these portions of the spectrum to an intelligible output for the shooter.
-Eisenherz Shield Projector: Received from Germanic anarchists in Seventh Heaven, this arm-mounted projector creates a circular energy shield with a radius of one meter. Its inertia is significant when activated, slowing down the user's movement of that arm but also making them more difficult to push around.

[Krayzikk]

Lt. Charlie K. Jackson

“Y’all got some issues, don’t Addison pay for shrinks?”

Name: Lt. Charlie K. Jackson, formerly of Her Empress’ Royal Navy

Race: Human

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Appearance: At 5’9”, Charlie’s built solid. Not like a bodybuilder, all about mass, but like someone who’s used to working summers outside. He didn’t have any problems with the fitness reqs in the Navy, that’s for sure. His brown hair used to be regulation length but he grew it out a little on the trip in from Chi Herculis, though it still isn’t much over average length. The man seems to have a pretty permanent stubble, despite any efforts on his part to keep clean-shaven. His green eyes are set above a smile that’s irrevocably etched on his face, and the effect comes out not much shy of handsome, if you ask the man himself. There are a few fading scars across his torso, if you were to catch him with a shirt off, and the trip to Sol system left him a little paler than he used to be.

Charlie dresses pretty casually, now that he’s out of the military. Slacks and a black shirt, usually under his old flight jacket. Combat boots, too. May not be military anymore, but certain habits just don’t really go away. The same can be seen in his bearing if a situation turns serious, a certain steel in his gait where he’s usually pretty relaxed. He can dress up just fine, if the situation calls for it, but it ain’t really his preference.

History: Charlie was born in the Chi Herculis system, a hair over fifty lightyears from Sol. His home planet, Hercules after the system, usually just “Herc” by natives, is an Earth-like planet on the very edge of the Empire’s reach. Not a place that sees a lot of trade. The system is fairly insignificant, so settlers were mostly reliant on their ability to live off the land. Lots of agriculture, as you’d expect. The system is mostly self-reliant in terms of resources, and its economy largely sustains itself on exports like Herculean whisky and raw materials mined from the system. Extra crops help support neighboring systems, though not many get sent back towards the core of the Empire. Herc was one of the closest planets to the Earth that used to be, so its settlers thrived without too much difficulty after a few years to get used to it.

Charlie grew up the oldest of three children on a farm south of the capital city, and he was helping out as soon as he was old enough to use a tool. It was just the way life was. Pa Jackson made sure he knew how to do his share of the work, and Ma Jackson made sure he knew his manners. Life wasn’t easy, but it was idyllic enough that folks from further into the Empire were known to retire somewhere peaceful on the planet. Downtime was spent exploring the sort of wilderness that hadn’t been seen on Earth in hundreds of years. But, living on the frontiers had its dangers; pirates loved the edges of inhabited space. Too far out for the Royal Navy to care too much, and plenty of relatively undefended worlds to raid. Local branches of the Royal Navy sprang up quick, even before Charlie was born, to try and prevent such raids. As idyllic as Herc was, the truth was that not a whole lot happened. If you wanted to try and make something of yourself, beyond just continuing the family farm, the Navy was your best bet.

So Charlie, and a few of the guys from his town, enlisted as soon as he was old enough. With more than a little sweet-talking and some excellent sim scores he managed to land himself a seat behind the cockpit of an Imperial Saber, workhorse fighter of the Royal Navy. And he was good. Out on the edges of Imperial space he saw more action in his first year than most pilots back towards the core saw in three, and his superiors were duly impressed. He worked his way up the food chain, going from piloting fighters to piloting bigger and bigger craft. Always took a while to adjust, but no matter what set of controls they sat him behind he found a way to make ‘em dance. He was pretty content doing just that; pilot the ships, take any training opportunities that came his way, one day retire with a nice benefits package.

Until a better offer came in. Addison Corporation, one way or another, had laid hands on his service record and knew his current service period was coming to an end. One of their representatives made their way out to where he was stationed to offer a very, very generous employment opportunity if he put his skills to work for them when his service was up.

Charlie wasn’t raised to pass up an opportunity when he came along, so as soon as his service was up he was on the next ship bound for Mars.

Personality: Charming as hell. You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone that especially disliked ol’ Charlie Jackson. The Herc native is all around a friendly guy, though not without his flaws. The man’s got a bit of a competitive streak to him, and his confidence can border on the cocky from time to time. One gets the feeling that he was never exactly dissuaded of the notion that he’s invulnerable. Stubborn like nothing else, too, when he sets his mind to something. But he’s got a good heart; no Jackson was ever raised without their manners, even if he’s not exactly the sophisticated sort. Charlie’s by no means dumb, quite the opposite; the ability to reason in three dimensions without regard for orientations like up or down takes a hell of a mind, let alone what it takes to excel at it. But for someone with Jackson’s dialect, upbringing, and relative lack of education it’s an easy assumption to come to. Not that it's an assumption he takes kindly to; Charlie is driven, in large part by a refusal to fail. He excels because he can't bear to fail, surpasses expectations because the idea of being a footnote is his idea of hell. No one remembers you after you're gone if you take second place. This makes it difficult for him to let go of control if he thinks he can do it better.

He’s a little out of his element in the central worlds; big cities are pretty alien to him, even if the people in ‘em aren’t. People are people, after all. And if there’s one thing Charlie knows for certain, it’s people.

Allegiance: Addison Corp

Occupation: Pilot, Addison Corp Payroll

Personal Effects:
-Isurugi Industries Lightweight Body Armor: Charlie’s under no delusions of the dangers his job might hold, even compared to his time in the military, so he tried to come prepared. Isurugi’s lightweight products are designed to provide survivability against most weapons up to a shot or two. Anything anti-armor is going to punch through it without much issue, but additional composite plating over vital organs provides decent survivability against pretty much anything anti-personnel.
-Herculean Arms Six-Shot Rail Revolver: Electromagnetically propelled slugs of the .45 variety. More than tough enough to punch through anything short of military-grade body armor, let alone soft targets. Holstered on his right.
-Lockheed Munitions 9mm Pistol: Something a little less conspicuous, when the situation calls for it. Also something that’s not about to punch holes in pressurized environments. Kept in a concealed holster near Charlie’s left ankle.
-Manticore Arsenal Home Defense Model Shotgun (Sawed Off): Lives near Charlie’s bunk on the job, and near his bed when he settles down long enough to rest his head somewhere that’s not a ship. Civilian model. Typically loaded with buckshot, though capable of loading explosive shells. Useful for defending whatever counts as home for the moment.
-Royal Navy Standard Issue Combat Knife
-EMP Grenades x3
-Military-Grade Earpiece Comm Unit: Resistant to interference, encryption-ready.
-Herculean Whisky: A couple bottles brought from home, carefully transported and cherished. Frequently used to fill a small flask.
Other: (Anything else you want to note.)