[CHAR] The Marauders (2018)

[Jones Sparrow]

Name: Raymond Chase

AKA: Atlas

Age: 28

Race: Human

Appearance:

Raymond

--Raymond also has a nasty burnt scar in the shape of an "M" on the side of his neck. It was the mark of a murderer on the Rock.

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Captain, but his military training makes him an expert in combat, assault-class flying, and negotiations.

Bio:

The Captain

"What more can you say about the kid? He's good. Maybe too good."

"I keep hearing that, but what makes him so great?"

"Shit, where do you want me to begin?"

"The beginning."

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His legs were dragged across the cold metallic floor. An eerie silence filled the long corridor, but the rooms inside were far from silent. Through the hazy blue shields that worked as cell doors, you could see brutal beatings and tortures taking place within the walls. They managed to soundproof each cell, the only time you would hear the screaming is when another guard would come in to tag the other out. He was numb to the sight, he had been here for months, and he had his time in one of those cells before.

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"His dad was the famous Elliot Chase. Yeah, the man who explored five different systems, and stopped a nuclear war on Epsilon... He went MIA during a mission when Raymond was just a kid. Left a whole bunch of issues."

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He was thrown in a cell, where he immediately went into a defensive position on the ground. He couldn't protect himself from the heavy boots of the guards. "Told you not to fuckin' interfere, Chase. You aren't a hero here!"

"What can I say? Old habits die hard--"An guard's boot went straight into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He had been through pain like this before. His step dad did worse to his mom, he thought. He had to be strong for her.

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"He joined the Human Alliance Navy at 17, and was soon transferred to the Galactic Fleet due to his skill. He was the best damn soldier I have ever seen. He Aced every test, and obstacle we threw at him. His charisma made him a natural leader. He wasn't even 25 yet and he was climbing through the ranks as if it was nothing... His dad would have been proud."

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There was a pause in the attacks. He pretended to be shaking from the pain, he heard chuckles coming from the two guards, and as soon as one lifted his leg, it was his time to strike. What else could they do to him? He had lost everything.

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"With his heritage, and reputation here in the Committee, his team mates would call him Atlas. Carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders."

"Tell me about Neera 4, and what happened there."

"Neera... The day that changed everything."

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He spat out blood as he ducked another fist, grabbing the hand of one of the guards who tried to stab him with a taser, and twisting it, forcing him to the blue shield. He pressed the guard's face on it, his screams echoing in the room, but no one would hear him outside. There would be no backup for these two.

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"We received intel that terrorists from the Vamar Clan were planning an attack on a new human colony. We sent them just in case... An ambush resulted in the whole squad dying to their last breath, except for him. The colony was safe, and they found him under a pile of rubble the next morning. Barely breathing."

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The world was spinning, and he did his best to stand. The back of his head stung with intensity, but he managed to kick the second guard square in the chest. The first one hit him again in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, but he swung back in retaliation. He was angry, and tired, and out of hope.

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"He deserved some time to go back home, to be with his family and recover... What we didn't know was that his family sold Elliot Chase's farm, moved to a neighborhood. Jamie Chase, his mother, died from falling down the stairs in a rumored domestic dispute, and his sister was traumatized. As if this fuckin' kid wasn't broken enough. A few days later Gabriel Jones and the next door neighbors were found dead. He was arrested, and tried for murder."

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One was unconscious, the other was crawling away, and he stood with blood dripping from his mouth. He didn't want this. He truly didn't, and his left hand shook uncontrollably. He wished he had his crew back. He wished he wasn't betrayed by the Committee. He wished that he still had his sister, and mom to go to... He wished his dad didn't leave so long ago. His thoughts were immediately diminished as the butt of a rifle hit the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.

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"He was sent to the Rock because of his skills, and condition of the murdered bodies... I don't know if he did it. Honestly, I met him before Neera. He was witty, calm under pressure, professional all at once. Just like his dad. It's hard to believe he'd kill in cold blood. It's over now, though. He's rotting away in that God forsaken prison, when he should have been a hero, or at least been treated for PTSD in some hospital."

"Do you think Raymond Chase deserves another chance?"

"Yes. I do."

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Months Later

It was the first time he saw light in a while, and he had to shield his eyes from the sudden exposure. A Satisi woman walked in, heels clicking, and guards following right after her. She wore a Committee Fleet uniform, and she stared at him with curiosity. "Raymond Chase?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. It wasn't a tone of confusion she had in her voice. She wanted to make sure he was able to speak after isolation, and head trauma.

He nodded, looking up at her quizzically. "My name is Admiral Tori V'sul." She stated calmly. Raymond did his best to stand, sending the guards in a defensive mode, but the only thing the prisoner did was salute. A faint smile was hinted on the Admiral's teal skin. "At ease, Captain." She said. "Why are you... here?" His voice was raspy, he stood upright, and looked at her with full suspicion. She assumed that he was trying to calculate her. She wasn't disappointed so far. "I am here on orders to negotiate with you. You can sit here, and start fights with the guards for the rest of your sentence, or you can walk out of here with me."

He hesitated. "Sounds too good to be true, Admiral."

"It's all true, and all good... I am the director of the Stellar Exploration Program. I'm sure you've heard the stories of us asking fugitives to join because of the limited volunteers. My program is considered a suicide missions to some."

He couldn't help but laugh a bit, although it hurt his throat. "Instead of being a prisoner on an asteroid, I'll be a prisoner on a ship, with a gun."

"Not entirely... What you've done for the Committee might have gone past some of the council members, and the Human Alliance, but not from me. I think you deserve to have a second chance, to use your talents instead of waste them. I can't guarantee your complete freedom, Captain Chase, but what I can offer you is a ship. A damn good one. A full crew... And state of the art technology. The only catch is that there's limitations. You are still a criminal, but there are freedoms."

Raymond looked down for quite some time. She wasn't sure how he would take this offer, and it worried her that she might lose this chance. She was putting all her chips on him. If the stories about him were true, he could lead the program to be a beacon of hope for some. A driving force for the Committee.

His green eyes suddenly looked at her. "Will I be able to prove my innocence?" She hesitated. "I can only assure that to people I can trust. If you survive long enough, and prove to me that you can play by the rules, then I will do everything I can in my power to help you. Deal?"

Another long pause.

"When do we begin?"

Personality: Raymond is no doubt witty, honorable, and determined. His dry sense of humor, and sarcastic tones leaves him in trouble with the Galactic Committee, but a good drinking buddy to his crew. He still feels an immense amount of guilt for many things, including his mother's death, the ambush on Neera, and his sister's hatred for him. He has a more pessimistic view on the world around him, but when given the chance, he won't disappoint anyone who puts faith in him. He's a natural leader, a born fighter, and there's little that can stop him.

Weapons: Raymond is equipped with a standard issue Committee Fleet battle rifle that collapses when its placed on his back holster. His primary weapon of choice is a revolver that changes from incendiary, electric, and frost bullets. It was passed on in his family for generations. He named it Lady Luck

Family/Relationship?: Raymond only has one known living relative, and that is his sister, Paige Chase. She refuses to talk to him, and blames him for the death of their mother. He also has a complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each since Raymond was put in charge of the ship, and only she knows the full story of Ray's past. Because of his sentence, and status as a prisoner, he has not made his feelings clear to anyone.

Other: Raymond has a collection of old Earth records--mostly 50's big band and 80's rock.

[Akayaofthemoon]

AKA:
Rae

Age:
25

Race:
Cristallum

Appearance <------ CLICK ME
(The crystal markings on her body are as soft as skin but in time of danger it hardens to become more of a natural armor)

Faction:
Marauder, Bounty Hunter, Galactic Committee Volunteer

Role in Team?:
Doctor/Medic

Bio:
Rae was born on the planet of Pluvia, a world covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland of endless white and jutted glaciers at first look. If you were trapped there, it would hold nothing but blizzards and large blocks of hail that fall from a never-ending storm. The clouds only clear once every year, letting the two moons circling her home planet to shine through and light up the snow causing something special to happen. Glowing flowers called Farafell bloom, only lasting one night but it is the only time her people see the surface and sky of their home though it is not because of the frigid temperatures but because it is more pleasant to live by other means. You see, her planets true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one very uniquely different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land above as well as below. The only source of light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees released at certain times every day.
The Cristallum don't keep their children past the age of 4 so most parents aren't attached to their children or share a bond. It is for this reason that Rae finds it a strange concept to have people support her or be there for her since she is not used to it from her own kind. The Cristallum species chooses your job and then you are trained till you are of age to do the job assigned. It is all very official and not a lot of emotion is put into things but that is just their way. They are not mean or cruel, just to logical and try to be kind to all they meet (which is not many) unless they are given reason to attack. None of her race ever left home since it is almost impossible for flight, in or out and everyone always has a place to belong which never gives them a reason to want to leave. Rae felt she could be more and do more than what she was ordered so she took her chances by learning the technologies from the outside world and used the broken parts of fallen ships to make one of her own, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell.
It wasn't long before she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when an officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost five times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed but at least it was something since she was starting from scratch. After a few years on the job, Rae was starting to feel stuck in one spot again and it was miserable to be catching people only to have them being put who knows where. Instead, she switched to focusing on medicine, wanting to be able to help people and even save them. Being a bounty hunter meant always being alone which didn't pull her out of her quiet shell and lack of understanding seemed to put her in more trouble with others so the change in her life had brought about more than just her happiness but taught Rae about things she couldn't learn in class. Going to school and being around so many people where communication was necessary made her build confidence and allowed her to understand some emotions and things such as friendship though she was still lacking in many areas, at least she was more aware about the worry of upsetting others. After graduating early, she joined the Galactic Committee as a volunteer so she could explore the universe and they assigned her to the Monroe, letting her choose to a certain extent who would be on it or at least the original crew. The Committee would continue to ask her opinion now and then. Most would think her crazy, wishing to be on a ship of criminals and sent on suicide missions but to her it is the most rewarding job. She joined for her own reasons but stayed so she could help everyone on the ship even though she works for the Committee technically, her loyalty is not to them. She would never want to restrict the Marauders or write reports about every little thing they do. She wants to make sure they live on.

Personality:
She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always puts her heart in everything she does. Rae can be stubborn, rash, and blunt but she is also kind and if you are lucky enough to get close to her, then she has unbreakable loyalty. She is the kind of person that would give up her life if it meant protecting others. Sometimes she can be oblivious to certain things or doesn't understand certain types of emotions but it is only because of her background where there wasn't many emotions.

Weapon(s):
Elemental dual pistols or special bow/arrows. The bow has a specially made string that can contracts into the middle when a certain button is pressed. It activates a magnet to keep the metal holder for the old string in place before activating a high powered laser as the "new" string.

Family/Relationship?:

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

Other:
Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she so chooses and see straight to the bone, organs, muscles or tendons depending on what she prefers to see. This is one of the reasons she was a bounty hunter seeing as how this little gift gave her the edge of having a perfect accuracy to knock out her opponent or get the upper hand in battle but on the brighter side, it helps her be the good doctor she is. (She can only look through bodies, everything else appears black or dark in this mode of vision)
Rae can also regenerate but only superficial wounds will be healed rapidly. The more she has to grow back the longer it takes and not everything can be fixed if destroyed which can lead to her death. If she were to cut off a finger it would take a few weeks to grow back and cut off an arm it would take years.
Has a love for plants of all kinds but usually only keeps medically helpful ones around.
Plays music here and there. Most say the instrument sounds like an electric violin, whatever that is.

[Zoey Boey]

Yasaliah Josk

Name: Yasaliah Josk

Age: 96

Race: Satasi

Appearance: Like most of her kind, Yasaliah is beautiful. She has large, blue, sparkling eyes, a long slender nose, full lips and a sharp chin. Her skin is a purple with tinges of warmth to it, and her purple hair is stied into a loose ponytail with stands of hair falling into her face. Covering her athletic body is an intricate line-dot pattern of teal, wrapping around her neck and vanishing into her purple hair.

Yasaliah thinks her skin pattern is her more attractive feature and her wardrobe reflects that. Short shorts and revealing crop-tops are the things Yasaliah most often adorns. Piercing and jewelry are not her thing, and her clothes are often simplistic and minimalist, trying not to draw the eye away from her tattoo-like pattern. Her crop-tops are often light pink, and her short shorts are denhim (her favorite human invention).

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Pilot

Bio: Yasaliah has family somewhere. That's all she knows, really. She was a troublemaker from the start, disagreeing with her parents over the stupidest, most insignificant things. She hated them for trying to limit her. Their relationship grew hostile with her parents and her many sisters. They were all smart, and good at math. Yeah, well, she was the best pilot in the whole universe (citation needed), so they could take their knowledge and shove it up their asses!

She quickly ran away and fell into a band of space pirates. Growing up, she had always had a natural talent for piloting. When she was piloting, it was just her and the ship- she felt free and in control. The purple pirate was good at what she did- they became somewhat notorious thieves. It gave her a rush. She often had 'run ins' with the most handsome male members of the crew, (and one time a woman) which was a nice bonus. They were the Broke Brigade, and life was good.

It was only a matter of time before they got caught. Yasaliah was never in it for the money- she was in it for the adventure and the camraderie. A series of mental evaluations revealed this of the imprisoned female, and they offered her a position on the crew. She had stolen many things, and she had aided and abetted a crew of, really, murderers and thieves. It might be the injection for her. Yasaliah accepted.

Personality: Yasaliah isn't what you would call a person with great moral codes. She is anti-authority, anti-government, and very much pro-Yasaliah. She is flamboyant, cocky, arrogant, flippant and dismissive. Adventure and glory are her top priorities; if discovering some wacky ass aliens would get her that, than she's all for it. Yasaliah rarely sees herself as wrong. Her trust is hard to earn- she expects everyone else to look out for themselves as much as she does for herself. Things like idealism, moral guidance seem pointless to her. In the end, aren't well looking out for number one? She certainly is...and if everyone else acts that way, she'd be a damned fool not to do the same.

Young and bold, she is a cliche of her species. When people think of a young, daredevil Satasi, they think of someone like Yasaliah. This is completely unintended, Yasaliah thinks of herself as an original.

Weapon(s): A pistol. She keeps in it in her pink holster at her hips. It's more of a fashion accessory than anything.
Family/Relationship?: She never speaks of them- they are a non-entity to her.

Other: Her taste in music is horrific.

[KaiserElectric]

Aamra Tulez

Name: Aamra Tulez
AKA: Commander Aamra Tulez
Age: 25
Race: Tazygos
(pic, not of my character specifically but a reference for the race)

Colloquially called "water dragons" by humans, the Tazygos are taller and more solidly built then other races, being well suited to the turbulent waters of their aquatic homeland, often comparable in size to the Tu'Veeri. They have scaled skin normally shaded in blues with vibrantly colored, bio-luminescent markings, and some choose to accentuate their natural markings with tribal tattoos along their arms and raptor-like legs. Females are usually differentiated from the males through more feminine builds as well as the absence of the spikes on the backs of their forearms. Despite their size, the Tazygos have the agility to match any predator, able to move around as quickly and elegantly in the air as they do through water, which is handy since they can breath both air and water with ease. They do struggle a bit in dry environments however, and occasionally need to take hydration supplements to stay healthy even in more temperate climates.

Racial History

One of the more notable of the minor races, the Tazygos evolved as subjugated population under a more advanced race on their planet known as the Caltraf. While Caltraf writings rarely talk about their large population of slaves, Tazygos oral tradition is not shy about discussing the extended cruelty inflicted on their people, including both indiscriminate violence, inhumane experimentation, drafting of entire regiments of cannon fodder, and, if rumors are to be believed, ritualized cannibalism. As the Caltraf began space exploration, however, they made a fatal mistake that would forever change the destinies of the Tazygos people; they allied themselves with the Yhei in the midst of their war against the Tu'Veeri.

While Caltraf's participation in the war was not exactly a game changer for the Yhei (even the most generous accounts describe the Caltraf's military acumen in the war as "disappointing"), their presence was enough for the Tu'Veeri to extend some support to the rebellious underlings of their new opponent in this war, their tentative assistance quickly expanding once they became aware of the extended cruelty inflicted by the Caltraf. With the full support of the Tu'Veeri, the "Pact of Heaven" as their alliance was referred to, the Tazygos people rose in a massive planet-wide revolt, on a date now known as the Dawn of the Crashing Wave. Already struggling from the war effort, the Caltraf collapsed utterly and completely, and the Tazygos finally threw off the shackles of their enslavement.

When the dust settled and the war was ended with the establishment of the Galactic Committee, the Tazygos became junior partners of the Tu'Veeri, rebuilding their home and blending their own culture and mannerisms with that of their saviors and allies. In time, the Tazygos went from an enslaved and abused people to a strong and vibrant state and a welcome member of the Galactic Committee. While they are no longer clients of the Tu'Veeri as per their agreement, the Tazygos still share strong cultural and political ties with them and are staunch allies even to this day.

As for the Caltraf, well...they're gone, and no one is entirely sure to where. Many were killed out of vengeance during the slave uprising, but it's an unspoken belief that the few Caltrafs left were quietly wiped out by the Yhei. No one has really pursued the matter further; the Tazygos certainly aren't unhappy to see them gone and the rest of the galaxy agrees that they are probably better off without them anyway.

Appearance: Tall for her species and sleekly built, Aamra Tulez's typically blue skin is highlighted with yellow webbing and luminescent yellow markings along her arms, legs, tail, and from her lower jaw to her upper chest. She also has tattooed markings along the edges of her hood, and the yellow iris' of her dark blue eyes match the bright color of her markings. Aamra also possesses sharper teeth and more prominent fangs, as well as the ability to reflexively change the color of her luminescent markings. Being the military stickler that she is, Tulez is rarely seen outside of her standard military uniform, or at least outside of her fatigues, and she wears a medallion around her neck made of electrum depicting a crashing wave.

Faction: Committee Officer, Marauder

Role in Team?: Security Officer

Bio: Born on the reclaimed Tazygos homeworld, Aamra Tulez had a rather auspicious start to her life when she was abandoned as a baby on the doorstep of the Taryne Monastary. Thankfully the monks, devotees to the teachings of an ancient master named Jursih, were kinder parents then her actual ones, and she was taken in by them and educated alongside other orphans and disadvantaged youths. Jursihism struck a cord with her and when she turned ten she elected to continue her studies of the ancient teachings and was ordained as a Jursihist monk by her late teens.

Already shown to have strong spirit and a gifted intellect, Aamra was expected to remain at the monastery and perhaps become a master and teacher, but while she was happy with her devotion to Jursih's teachings, the stories of her ancestors exploring the seas and leading rebellions against their ancient overlords inspired her to greater aspirations, and she dreamed of one day leading a fleet of star-ships across the cosmos just as her ancestors had led fleets across the oceans. Despite her unorthodox education in this day and age, she got enrolled in the Committee military academy and not only graduated but excelled, entering her naval career with a running start that got her all the way to Commander by the time she was twenty-five.

Emulating the diatribes and writings traditionally made by Jursihist monks, Aamra also wrote a number of papers and treatises herself, normally about philosophical musings or interpretations of recent events, but she occasionally wrote about things she liked or disliked about the state of the Galactic Committee. She was especially hard on the Interstellar Exploration Fleet and their ludicrous idea to put criminals and brigands on Expedition Forces and has written entire essays on why this idea to put lunatics like that human called Atlas in charge of a ship is a monumentally terrible idea. Aamra's superior officer and mentor figure in the academy, worried that her potential as a great officer would be snuffed out by her inflexibility to new ideas, decided that a crash course was the best way to educate her protege and 'volunteered' Aamra to be the security officer on one of the Expedition Force fleets.

Suffice it to say, while she didn't quit out of indignation thanks to some wise words by her respected mentor and some soul searching on her own, she will of course perform to the best of her abilities. Even if she's not exactly looking forward to this new assignment.

Personality: A warrior monk and an officer to the core, Aamra is rigorous, disciplined, and completely unflappable. It's easy to dismiss her as an uptight ponce with a stick up her butt if you've only known her for a few seconds, but in truth she's just as ironclad with herself as she is with others and won't tell anyone to do something that she wouldn't do herself. Indeed, she much prefers to lead by example and is a great believer in determined action, even if she doesn't have the time or patience to deal with troublemakers with no respect for the military hierarchy.

Weapon(s): Aamra's preferred sidearm is the DB-7 Longstrider, a favorite revolver for Tu'Veeri and Tazygos officers. In addition to training with other firearms, she is also skilled in close quarters combat with both conventional and more elaborate bladed weapons, though her fallback is always a traditional combat style with her tried and true long dagger.

Family/Relationship?: Admiral Ceerte Dalize, a Satasi instructor at the military academy and Aamra's longtime mentor who was responsible for signing her up with the Marauders.

Other: Aamra possesses a rare recessive genetic trait called the Hunter genome, which is responsible for her sharper teeth and fangs and her ability to reflexively change the color of her markings. Superstition dictates that Hunter genome Tazygos are more susceptible to rage and violent outbursts, and while there is nothing to back that up scientifically the stereotype persists in some circles.

[Scarlet Loup]

Antonius Diaz

Name
Antonius Philo Diaz

AKA
Tony - not a very cool nickname, but a nickname nonetheless and a very common one too

Age
Thirty-six

Race
Human

Appearance

Appearance

Tony isn't very intimidating at all, and his appearance gives that away. Once clean cut and well-shaved when he worked on the Galactic Committee, he has become more lax with his appearance. He stands at about five feet, nine inches and weighs an average amount. He bears little musculature - only enough to give him a lightly toned appearance. His hair is a curly mess with some gray peppered into otherwise dark hair. Antonius's scruff verges on a full beard most days, but he keeps it relatively well-trimmed, especially when making an appearance in a professional setting.

Faction
Marauder, Former Committee Member

Role in Team
As the linguist, not only is Tony well versed in all known languages and cultures, he is also a trained diplomat and negotiator. His charisma makes him an asset when the team makes contact with other species as well as on-board. Tony isn't a very good mediator as his ego tends to get in the way, but he's quite good at working through conflicts in a fair manner.

Biography
Antonius Diaz was raised to be one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. His father was an ambassador in Tony's formative years, and his mother ensured that the boy received the best education he could from the variety of planets they lived on. As such, he picked up on countless alien languages as well as those of Earth when his mother, formerly a professor on Earth, had a chance to teach him. From early on, his father groomed him to follow in his footsteps. By the time Tony was 12, his father brought him to meetings with politicians from all races.

Soon after, Antonius's father moved them all to the Spire where he had gotten a job in the Galactic Committee. Tony excelled in school, most notably in his language courses. He continued shadowing his father, which paid off well in the long run by securing him internships and, later, a very notable scholarship to continue his education.

Out of school, he quickly found his footing in the politics of the Spire. He worked his way into the Committee at a surprisingly young age, riding the coattails of his father but still managing to forge his own persona. His charm and intellect took him far, and he was pegged for a Council position at an early age. It was at the height of his career that he met Mira L'Haria, a middle aged Satasi. Whether she chose him because he impressed her or because she believed he was the most capable of providing for a child, the two married and soon had a child.

For a time, Tony lived a very successful and promising life. But politics are dirty, and even as something of a protegee, he was not immune to easy fixes and bargains. When it came time for him to campaign for a Council seat, his campaign manager suggested they "get rid of" his most promising opponent. An assassin was hired, and she did her job well, paving the way for Antonius. But she wasn't good enough, and it took just a few weeks until the murder was traced back to Tony and he was arrested.

The court case famously graced news outlets across the Spire and likely on other planets. He was left with a bargain by the Committee. Join the Marauders, or rot in a cell for the rest of his days. He chose the former, figuring it was the easiest way to return to grace and perhaps have another chance at glory. And so he packed his things and joined the crew of the Monroe.

Personality
Antonius ought to feel as disgraced as he is, but he hides the failure of his career behind an egotistical and arrogant cover. Deep down, he blames himself for getting caught, but he would never let that show. "Should have been more careful" is a common refrain of his when discussing the incident that landed him on the ship, followed by a quick laugh.

He's naturally charismatic and shockingly eloquent when he must be for work. Tony is notoriously sarcastic and caustic. He has very few - if any - morals. Instead, he looks out mostly for himself. He has a very flippant attitude towards authority because he thinks so highly of his accomplishments and intelligence. It can be blinding, and he has been known to get in quite a few arguments with his superiors. With a too-cool-for-school attitude, he's not really the best teammate, and he can't lead much more than a debate or committee meeting unless he feels compelled to.

But Tony is a diplomat, and he knows how to conduct himself professionally. While he still comes off as abrasive if provoked, he is quite the gentleman and knows how to lead a conversation well. He's a people-person, despite being a bit of an ass, and he thrives off of being around others even if they can't really stand him as a person. Antonius is quite capable of love, but he doesn't show it easily. His charm easily melds into mild flirting without him even realizing it. He is known to overstep boundaries even though he has been put in his place quite a few times.

Weapon
Tony carries a standard-issue pistol which he keeps in a holster at his side. It is quite visible purposefully so that he comes off to unknown species as more trustworthy. On the ship, he often forgets to carry it, leaving him quite vulnerable.

Family/Relationship
Tony is single after his marriage fell into disrepair shortly after his arrest. He still talks to his daughter, Neema (8), often, but his ex-wife has little to say to him after his failure of a political career. His father and mother still live on the Spire, and he speaks with them occasionally as well. In recent months, his mother's health has slowly begun to deteriorate.

Other
He used to smoke like a chimney, but it's hard to do that in the middle of space in such tight quarters. He'll often sneak to the cargo hold or the hangar for a quick break while working. Tony also speaks with a slight accent that is difficult to place. His father's accent is mostly Queen's English while his mother speaks with something reminiscent of a Boston accent. That influence, coupled with his study of language, has left him with something bordering on English while sounding just slightly wrong for a human. Intriguing and still a bit charming, but odd.

[RumikoOhara]

Max

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Name: Maximilian Alpha-7-9-7

AKA: N/A

Age: 39 (74.89)

Race: Augmented human

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Gunners Mate / Social Director

Bio: As a Manufactured being Max’s Childhood happened in a growth tank hooked up to induction programing modules till he reached physical maturity at the Bradass IV System’s manufactured being facility and was decanted and sent into the war.
Designed for war Max’s life has been painted in the blood and fluids of living beings whom he terminated as the lead gunner of one of the old Harth Class Destroyers (Decommissioned) then they no longer had need of his kind.

Augments always having made the Natural human uneasy because of their physical perfection and how slowly they aged (Augs can live 175 years theoretically but have average lifespans of only 26) were discontinued and the program declared illegal for production. Once standing 65,000 their number is now estimated as low as 1,498 active were Max is considered an Elder of their class as one of only 5 Augs over the age of 35 and as such holding a permanent rank above the others younger than he.

Offered to the Marauders as a Gunnery unit Max was given no choice but to join them because as a manufactured being he has no more rights than the knives in the Cook’s Galley.

Personality: Faithful to a fault or so it seems ( less a gift to the ship and more faulty system) Max has been active far longer than his designer’s intended. This level of Life Experience has made Max less mechanical than younger Augments even imparting to him an odd sense of humor from years of associating with natural soldiers who he had to adapt to like any other potential obstacle.

As an Augment his responses to many things can be predicted.
Scream at him for something which he is not at fault for and he will write a report supported by evidence and file it in Operator’s Efficiency Profile rather than get angry.

Also Max is made like all Augments to serve naturals in any manner they wish which will not endanger their existence which includes the position of companion. Here it is noted in his record he has begun to perform that service less by 28% using Weapon’s Balancing and Fine Tuning as vital duty; suspect his personality has become Aberrant.

Weapon(s) : Commonly found on him is a Rainmaker Arms Model 2270 10mm though he can also be found with other fire arms found in the ship's arms locker or locally available

Family/Relationship?: N/A Unless you include other Augs

Other: Max is an Aug. This means he is faster and stronger than a human male by at least 10% and usually by 35% on average.

Equipped with an integral Telepresence system and bio/aug TAC (A Biological CPU that wraps around the bottom of the spine) which he uses to help with the multi-tasking of large weapons systems.

Max is safe guarded by a medical monitoring section of the TAC which can report his condition directly into the ship's computer and if a toxin or illness threatens his existence can place him under hibernation using the drug known as Slow a commonly used field rescue by medics.

[Esailia]

Rendyl Manenson

AKA: Ren, Manny
Age: 26
Race: Human

Appearance

Faction: Unknown.
Role in Team?: -
Bio: Found in a cryopod by the Marauders after a heated battle with pirates, Rendyl so far has revealed she is a human girl from earth, and that she has telepathic skills no normal human could have.

Not able to go home yet, the fate of her future is now in the hands of the crew of the Monroe, whether that future is to be her confidant or to be handed over to the committee.

Personality: Unable to speak, she is always quiet, but hardly idle. She always seems to be thinking about something with the expression of concentration on her face, and she seems quite taken in by the crew of the Monroe, with a particular fondness for the linguist officer, Tony.
Weapon(s) : None
Family/Relationship?: Unknown
Other: Rendyl is mute, however she knows sign language fluently, and is learning to use her telepathic abilities.

[Sedjwick]

Name: Valanx

Age:somewhere over 30 Berean years (about 26 human years). He lost count sometime after leaving Alpha Bereus when his watch stopped working.

Race: Berean (BEAR-ee-an)

Race Description: The Bereans are so named because they live on the planet Alpha Bereus, the first major planet orbiting the star Bereus, a red dwarf in the region of the galaxy that humans call the "Orion Sector." The Bereans are humanoid in form, bearing body structures and proportions that are identical to humans in almost every way save 3: 1) Bereans' ears taper to a slight, but noticeable point on the top; 2) Bereans have 7 digits on each of their hands and feet instead of humans' 5; and 3) most Bereans are short, measuring no more than 4 1/2 feet, though there is a small subset of "giant" Bereans that are always more than 6 feet tall. Genetic testing has revealed that these "giant" Bereans are of the same species as the diminutive, and more common, variety, but why some of them will grow to exceed 6 feet while most will never surpass 4 1/2 feet is still unknown. The Bereans are also known for being incredibly intelligent and very fast learners, their average IQ being approximately equivalent to 300 on the human scale. In spite of their incredible intelligence, the Bereans remained firmly planet-bound and technologically poor until their discovery by the Galactic Committee. Since then, Berean technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, and the Bereans have established 4 outposts in the 4 nearest systems. While technically part of the Galactic Committee, abiding by their rules, and benefiting from that association, Emperor Nerax has declared Alpha Bereus and all outposts of his people to be autonomous of the Committee, and his people will always owe their first allegiance to him or whoever will succeed him as emperor of the Bereans. The Bereans are also naturally immune to the seductive effects of Satasi pheromones, though why this is is not fully understood. Two popular theories exist, however. The first is that the Bereans' hyperactive learning centers in their brains simply require so much energy and oxygen that the brain cannot afford the energy to spend on pheromone-induced infatuation and that if a Berean of more human-level intelligence were to encounter a Satasi, he or she would fall prey to the seductive effects of the alien's pheromones. The second, slightly more popular theory is that Berean brains simply do not have the receptors to properly respond to Satasi pheromones. More study is needed, but most Bereans are not willing to donate their brains to such an endeavor.

Appearance: Valanx is on the tall side of average height for his race, measuring almost exactly 4 feet, 6 inches in height with auburn hair that he keeps pulled back behind his pointed ears and cut just past the base of his skull. His eyes are an intense violet color, and his skin is a creamy off-white color. With the exceptions of his pointy ears and extra digits, one could almost mistake him for a dwarf human.

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Science Officer

Bio: Valanx grew up in a comfortable, but little acknowledged family on Alpha Bereus. His parents performed vital, but well supplied jobs in the Third Quadrant outside the Capitol that nonetheless earned them enough to supply for all their needs while never being able to earn enough for a life of luxury. Bored with ordinary life, when Valanx reached "the Age of Decision" (22 Berean years, just less than 15 Earth years), he chose to join the Galactic Committee's Interstellar Exploration Fleet, becoming the first Berean to actively work within the Committee. Valanx knew of the dangers associated with joining the IEF, but his lust for adventure was greater than his fear of danger. Due to his naturally impressive IQ, Valanx excelled in the IEF training program, showing an early aptitude for science, particularly in integrated planetary geology and biology, making him a valuable science officer for the Fleet. He has been a part of the Marauders for the past five Earth years and has been instrumental in discovering ten new planets that are likely to support life (and determining what type of life they are likely to support), including the probable home planet or planetary outpost of the Ulnar.

Personality: Valanx has always had a thirst for adventure, which is why he joined the IEF at the earliest opportunity, but while his eagerness to join what many believe to be a suicide mission may leave some to think of him as reckless, he is not stupid and makes sure he has something to defend himself with should the need arise. He is also fiercely loyal, first to his Emperor and his people like any good Berean, but his crew and his friends are a very close second. He is not given to outward displays of emotion, and his social skills are not always the best due to his penchant for burying himself in science, but he does his job well and has proved his worth as a member of the Marauders.

Weapon(s) : Valanx carries a simple blaster and a short saber for protection in most situations, but will often put them aside when he's working in the lab (they get in the way, and having a blaster accidentally go off in the lab would be a very bad thing).

Family/Relationship?: Valanx still keeps in touch with his parents when possible, and his position as one of the few Bereans to actually work for the Committee has earned him the ear of Emperor Nerax who seems to view him as something of a liaison between Alpha Bereus and the Committee, though the Committee does not have the same idea (most of the Committee probably don't even know Valanx exists, and most of the ones that do know of him probably only know him as "that short guy from the Marauders").

[Starlance]

Astrid Langenberg

Name: Astrid Langenberg

Age: 28

Race: Human

Appearance

Height: 161
Weight: 73 kg
Astrid usually wears her combat engineer kit - combat boots, fingerless gloves, a battleship gray coverall under a repurposed body armor system used to hold tools and other equipment that can be used to patch up anything from a weapon in a minute to a small ship in a day. The suit comes with a closed helmet equipped with filters.

Faction:

• Marauder
• Mercenary (IMS Irene, formerly)

Role in team: Engineer

Bio: Astrid was born to a freight pilot father and propulsion technician mother on a civilian station in the boonies, her father leaving for a long haul shortly after her birth, never to return. She grew up surrounded by machinery, visiting a planet for the first time on her 23rd birthday. The surroundings and her mother’s profession led her to engineering and engines, gyroscopes, general electronics and life support became her life, quite literally when it came to the last item on the list. Rapidly growing bored of civilian life and her control freak of a mother, she tried to join the military, but failed physical tests.

Undeterred, the young engineer sought out Harris Fairchild, captain of a mercenary ship called Irene that’s just been through hell and needed to replenish its crew. Although the Irene’s activities often tested the line between lawful and lawless, Astrid gained a lot of hands-on experience as the Irene’s sole engineer, kitbashing her way out of trouble on numerous occasions.

Sadly, fortune wasn’t in the stars for Irene’s crew, as their last employer had no intent of paying them, instead turning his weapons on the smaller ship. Outgunned and unable to flee due to EM interference caused by the nebula they were meeting in, the Irene made her final stand, using its superior maneuverability to overpower its opponent. Although they’ve come out on top, the cost was catastrophic - the Irene was crippled, stranded in the nebula and most of the crew perished as a result of decompressions and failing life support. In a stroke of heartless survival instincts, Astrid sealed the relatively undamaged engineering section, pumping as much air as she could to it, dooming anyone that may or may not have still been alive. With dwindling air supply and unable to repair any life support systems, Astrid activated the distress beacon and waited.

A passing patrol received the call and hauled the semi-conscious Astrid out, but mistook the Irene for one of the many pirate ships that roamed that sector. With her experience and without anything that would prove her innocence, Astrid was sent to the Monroe.

Personality: Astrid is practical, straightforward and tends to gravitate to dark humor. Fairchild once likened her personality to a belt sander, a fitting description if she doesn’t know you or thinks you’re some sort of shifty character. Slow to trust, only a selected few are allowed into a closed circle of people she trusts. Those can count on her even in the direst of circumstances. Her worst fear is losing someone from this closed circle, as it happened on the Irene.

Weapons and Equipment:

• Diamondback MAR - An assault rifle manufactured by a small, private armory. Though she can defend herself if her ship is boarded, it is a perfect example of someone using tools above their skill level, as the rifle’s great potential is usually squandered by Astrid’s inability to shoot straight.
• Protector Riot Control System - Armor covering the torso, elbows, front legs, knees and neck. Although the breastplate is rated to stop pistol rounds with decent reliability, the rest of the armor is meant to protect from batons, knives and thrown bottles. Though it’s saved her life once or twice, she’s grown fond of it mainly because it came with so many pouches and pockets. The helmet is usually kept hanging from her belt, only used when absolutely necessary.

Relationships: Most people Astrid considered friends perished on the Irene, leaving a rather bitter misfit. She hasn’t been in contact with her mother since she joined the Irene’s crew and doesn’t intend to change that.

Other:

• Astrid is voiced by Ashley Burch (Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn).
• Much like her former crew, Astrid harbors strong distrust of the Satasi due to their natural abilities.

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Devronian Arx: Demolitions Expert

Devronian Arx

AKA: Dev
Age: 33
Race: Human
Appearance:

Dev is a fan of his beard and hair, often going to surprising lengths to make sure his hair is properly groomed. His body (with the exception of his face) is covered with burn marks and scars, a culmination of years of abuse and experimentation with explosives. His hands are darker than the rest of his body due to the damage that has been done to them over time.

Dev

Faction: Marauder (Former Criminal)
Role in Team?: Demolitions Expert

Bio:
Devronian Arx was born to Yorick and Camilla Arx as a twin of Wesley Arx. The Arx family had a military tradition, and the Arx twins were not sparred from the violent and authoritative traditions passed down through the generations. The boys were treated with borderline abuse, with Yorick attempting to make military heroes out of his sons. Until the age of 14, the two boys spent nearly every day of their lives training, learning, and preparing to be soldiers.

Yorick was a violent man, one who abused the two boys relentlessly. That’s why Dev wasn’t upset to see his father die slowly and painfully from an untreatable sickness. It was the perfect justice, seeing as Yorick was killed in the least honorable fashion possible. Following the death of the Arx patriarch, Camilla took a job to support Wesley, who had developed a passion for politics and diplomacy. As a result, she wasn’t around much to take care of the two boys, so Dev and Wes had to raise themselves for a short time.

Dev was too much his father’s son. That’s why, when Camilla was fired from her job and imprisoned for supposedly stealing medical research when the boy was 17, Dev took things personally. He spent the next year honing his skills and expertise with explosives. He crafted his own homemade explosives, and used them to send a message: he busted his mother out of jail as the headquarters of the company she had worked for was burning.

Camilla and Wes disowned Dev after that incident. The Arx family was never fond of terrorists, even amongst their own kin. So Dev left, and had made quite a name for himself in the criminal sphere after his act of revenge. A small circle of “Righteous Rebels” managed to find Dev before the authorities could, and they took the young man into their fold. Dev proved to be proficient in his understandings of basic architecture and engineering, able to point out weak points in practically any structure. He also worked on modifying and creating his own explosives, inevitably created “Death Whistle” in the process.

It was only a matter of time before Dev was caught and imprisoned, labelled a terrorist and slotted to be executed. Dev was willing to accept that fate, but he liked the better offer of serving on-board a ship that was trying to make a difference in the galaxy. Dev didn’t buy into the patriotic bullshit the Marauders were serving, but Dev did like the idea of demonstrating his talents for a prolonged period of time.

Personality:
Dev doesn’t play by any rules, and most times would rather die in a fiery explosion than follow orders. He does place higher value in respect than his carefree and chaotic nature. Dev values anyone who breaks the law and doesn’t regret it. He understands that laws tend to be too restrictive. He also treats his work with explosives as an art form, and blows up (pun intended) when his work is degraded or not appreciated.

Dev to some extent understands the importance of doing what he is told on-board the Monroe. Quite frankly, Dev will only follow orders to ensure that he can continue doing what he loves: blowing shit up.

Weapon(s): Dev is a fan of firepower, so he always carries an assortment of explosive/lethal devices on his person. Dev typically carries a few flashers (non-lethal, designed to blind anyone within the room no matter how protected their eyes are), a few scorchers (incendiary grenades designed to cause no/minimal damage to structures but cause a lot of damage to hostiles), a few Adhesive Grenades (Weird Plasma Glue that slows hostiles significantly), and two Gone Mines (let’s just say everything within 20 feet of that mine is gone if it’s set off).

In terms of traditional weaponry, Dev does keep a standard-issue sidearm on his person. He has been known to pick up an assault rifle, but why would he use that when he has Death Whistle.

Dev’s personal favorite in his arsenal, Death Whistle, is a customized grenade launcher. It is designed primarily to fire slightly amplified fragmentation grenades, but can really house any explosive in Dev’s arsenal and launch it a great distance. It has a very distinctive discharging of gas as it fires, hence the name.

Death Whistle

Family/Relationship?: Dev’s parents are currently deceased. Dev's brother, Wesley, is currently working his way through the Spire's political sphere. Dev's former girlfriend, a Satasi known as Harloine, was one of the few members of the terrorist network that wasn't captured by the authorities. God knows what she's up to.

[Master Crim]

Name:
Security Protocol Droids
SN: SPD-00603(J)
SN: SPD-00264(T)
SN: SPD-00375(B)
SN: SPD-00916(K)

AKA:
Johnson
Thatcher
Brad
Kimberly (Kim)

Age:
15 Years, 8 Months, 2 Weeks, and 5 Days since activation.

Race:
Yhei Droids With Tu'Veeri military programming
This is a type of AI developed by the Yhei, making them nearly perfect in mimicking sentient behavior, and being able to hold conversations with others, while maintaining the safety of obeying handler commands. The military programming from the Tu'Veeri make these droids extremely efficient in battle having all tactical knowledge of the Tu'Veeri, and being able to learn and improvise thanks to the AI side.

Appearance:


Faction:
Committee soldiers

Role in Team?:
Security Personnel/Kill Squad
This group is a droids tasked with overseeing the events and crew of the Monroe. Their handler is the Security Officer on board, Aamra Tulez, and will be under her command. They are allowed to follow the orders of the captain and request of others, but only so far.

Bio:
The group were activated together, as usual with such groups of AI soldiers, and were subject to two years of programming and behavioral training. After that was three years of rigorous programming and military training to ensure at least a 98% proficiency rate is combat simulations. For eight years they were put into active duty in various places throughout, these comprised of boarder guard, escort, riot control, and sometimes active fighting against various warring factions. Most recently they were pulled from the field and told they would be reassigned to a new project known as the IEP. Being droids of the committee they had no thoughts one way or the other, but having developed AI personalities over the course of eight years They had lots to say when not in the presence of higher command.

Personality:
For the most part they act as you would expect any soldier would clean cut, stoic, and follows orders. The responses they give however do not always follow what you would expect from a robot. Since they are of such a new line of droids most people are taken off guard when they ask something like "How's it feel to be a committee dog?" thinking a droid wouldn't respond and the droid gets down on all four and begins barking at it comrades, or it says something sharp and witty back. The group seems to act more like sentient beings to each other rather than to people, that is until they get comfortable.

Weapon(s) :
Being Droids they don't get a choice of weapons, and therefore have nothing beyond standard issue gear.
10mm Accelerator pistol
6.5cal Accelerator Rifle
Accelerator weapons take advantage of the Accelerator Coil technology where instead of standard combustion, they use magnetic rails to propel the projectile. This results in a much more silent weapon when firing subsonic.

Family/Relationship?:
N/A

[Nate1008]

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[Liv]

Jane

NAME

Janessa Vossalt

AKA

Jane

AGE

34

RACE

Human

APPEARANCE

Portrait

FACTION

Marauder

ROLE IN TEAM

Reconnaissance Officer

BIO

The second oldest child of the Vossalt clan, Janessa grew up in a big family, having one younger bother and sister, and an older brother. Since childhood, Janessa was always closest to Darius, her older sibling. The family was living within the Spire due to Janessa's father's position. Willem Vossalt was the lead agent for the security detail of the Head Representative from the human race. He loved his job, and since the majority of his work was classified, Willem would make up wild stories to tell Janessa and Darius once he got home. This would get the kids excited and they would occasionally mention that they wanted to be like their father when they grew up. Out of the two, Janessa was the most passionate about a career in the service. She went on to further her education like her two other younger siblings, but instead of getting heavily involved in academics, she pursued a field of study much closer to her father's line of work.

Eventually, Janessa made it into the service. She wasn't in her father's unit, but instead chose to work for her brother and do reconnaissance work. Darius was only two ranks above her, but as time went on, Janessa quickly passed him in rank. This created some tension between the siblings, and some resentment directed at Janessa. But the two worked together, and so they knew that they had to be civil with one another, especially while on duty. Around that time, Willem was on the verge of retiring. Janessa went to meet him in his office, but stopped just shy of the entrance as she overheard her father conversing with the Head Representative. She was shocked to learn that they had some sinister plan involving murder. Of whom, exactly, she didn't know, but when she heard footsteps approaching from down the hall, she ran the other way.

Soon after that, Janessa requested to meet with the Head Representative. Once they were alone and she had locked the door, she confronted him about what she'd overheard. Maybe she was misunderstood, and had mistaken meaningless chatter for their intentions to hurt someone. But the moment her father started pounding on the door, she knew it all had to be true. The Head Representative had secretly summoned for help, and Janessa had no choice but to withdraw her service pistol and aim it at the official. She would take him in herself if she had to, with or without help. She first asked the man to surrender on his own, but her words were interrupted when a body crashed in through the window from behind the desk. She noticed it was Darius who had made such entrance, confidently landing on his feet before withdrawing his own pistol. She then only focused on him, seeing how his finger moving to deactivate the safety. It was terribly tense in the room, and Janessa wasn't even aware that the door behind her was about to be breached until it was too late.

The explosion behind her sent her reeling forward, and her finger slipped as a result, making her have an accidental discharge. The bullet pierced the left shoulder of the Head Representative, and before she had time to react, Janessa had half of the security detail restraining her before she was hauled off the premises.

After the incident, Janessa was questioned for hours on end, and at some point threatened with torture. Even though she stuck to her story, which was the truth, she did not get through to her interrogators. Rather, she was charged with attempted murder and sent to rot in a prison cell, until recently when she was given the option to join an Expedition Force.

PERSONALITY

Quiet, usually keeps to herself. Even though Janessa is friendly whenever she has to be around a group of people, it takes a longer amount of time than usual for her to warm up to someone. She wasn't always like this, but ever since she was incarcerated, her personality has changed to an extent. Janessa has a strong sense of right and wrong, and she'll be rather vocal to defend her point of view on any given topic. She's not anti-social, but she's used to working alone, and would rather be tucked away in a quiet corner watching a movie than spending the evening at a dance club.

WEAPON(S)

Nothing too fancy. Her standard issue pistol and a switchblade. Additional weapon(s) and/or gadgets may be attained during any given operation.

FAMILY/RELATIONSHIP

Janessa isn't married nor is she romantically involved with anyone. Aside from her immediate family and her close friend, she doesn't know anyone well enough to form a bond with them.

OTHER

N/A