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Name: L'Azul, Alias - Holiday
AKA: Newt
Age: 53
Race: Kautada
Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny, aand they have four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and fringed gills. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs among a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.
He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. For time in arid environments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the part of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.
Role on ship: Doctor/Medic
Bio: L'Azul was once a promising micro-biologist, bio-mechanical engineer and brilliant researcher. While no genius, L'Azul is possessed of an intelligence beyond the average of his already intelligent race. After graduating from a prestigious university on the Kautada home world with more degrees than most humans could get in a lifetime, the brilliant scientist was excited to cut his teeth on something truly *groundbreaking*. He would receive that opportunity not long after, twenty years ago he was offered a position in a truly incredible program by the Triganavia corporation. He was offered a position on the 'Aylv' or 'New Man' project, creating a new race! It excited the Kautada to no end, and it was all that he had ever wanted... at first.
In the early stages of creating the chimeric creatures it was all he hoped, stimulating and truly ground breaking they were creating more than mere clones, but a truly new species! With his many qualified fields Laz was made a higher level researcher, working on multiple parts of the project. It was not until the race of 'Aylvs' was finished that Laz began to question some of the practices. He, like any scientist of course, understood that certain ethical boundaries often prevented the forward motion of science. However everyone has a limit... or at least that was what Laz had believed. After the birth of the Aylven race things changed quickly as stress testing began. At first it was just as he suspected, harsh environmental tests to see how far these creatures could go at great pain and loss too the test subjects. Uncomfortable but Laz, with his races great curiosity, stomached it. Rapidly however things grew worse, the first straw for Laz being the... 'tasting' tests for the sentient races usefulness as rations. This horrified the doctor and he certainly considered leaving... but it was so very complicated.
If Laz sought to leave, thanks to the horrid breaches in morality he could reveal, would be dissavowed by the powerful Triganavia corporation and end any hope he'd ever have at furthering his career... so he swallowed his qualms. It only got worse from there. Unspeakable things were done to the Aylvs, and Laz could not help but be involved in some. Breaking bones to test strength, worsening living conditions and further cruel treatment. Needless interrogations just to test how well they held up and even forcing Aylvs to watch their fellows beign subjected to such treatment to test mental strain. Any time Laz was not spending taking part in these horrific experiments he was in his office, alone. He lost a large amount of weight, had issues eating and keeping down food and generally his health deteriorated. Kautada handle stress poorly with their complex brains and the shame of it all overwhelmed the doctor often, causing him to break down when alone. He spent long hours writing in the margins of his notes awful, horrible things about himself and Triganavia.
Salvation came... of a truly terrible sort. The Aylvs broke free and in an orgy of hate filled, and to L'Azul justified, violence and brutality swept through the facility. Laz escaped mostly due to luck along with only 20% or so of the staff. After that he went into hiding, knowing once the Ethics Committee discovered all that had happened and that Laz had reported none of it he'd not only lose all credibility, but no doubt be arrested as well. For Twenty years he has stewed on all that happened and spent his days as a doctor for the downtrodden and criminal elements of the galaxy under the pseudonym of Holiday. Now perhaps he has found a way out of his wretched existence amongst the stars once more... or so he must hope.
Abilities: While Laz's specialty is micro biology and other more esoteric studies he is also a certified medical doctor, surgeon and xeno biologist. He earned his degrees in these early on, more as a gateway to the more specialized fields he would eventually focus on. He fell back on these studies during his twenty years in hiding as a sort of criminal and black market doctor to get by. As such they have been sharpened dramatically. He picked up a smattering of 'street smarts' as well in order to survive, but he is by no means a fighter.
Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.
Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.
Other: None
AKA: Newt
Age: 53
Race: Kautada
The Kautada race are diminutive in stature on their home world the omnivores are the closest thing to 'apex predators' as you get... but that description is perhaps misleading. Kautada are bipedal salamander like amphibian-humanoids and are known for their intelligence, not martial prowess. Their world simply never had any animal larger or more dangerous than the rather mild mannered salamander people, allowing their evolution and society to abandon thoughts of war quite quickly. Early on their innate intelligence was turned away from conquest and unification of their world to the communal pursuit of scientific enlightenment. Their brains are *exceedingly* complex and advanced when compared to other similar races, leading to your average Kautada having an average intelligence on level with human scientists, intellectuals and nearing their geniuses. Were they a more ambitious and aggressive race they would be a dangerous force. Luckily for the galaxy the 'Space newts', as they are nicknamed, have an almost universally helpful and friendly disposition thanks to long millennia without predators and relative peace among their own race.
Their society is largely without class restrictions as all Kautada could be considered intellectuals, and their governing body reflects this. Known as the 'Ethics Committee' rather than being voted in or owing to dynasties the Committee is completely voluntary. Their purpose is both to ensure fair treatment at all levels in their society as well as to monitor all scientific projects and research for breaches in their 'Moral codes'. These Moral Codes are the only law the Kautada have had for thousands of years now and are followed closely by all Kautada lead scientific endeavors. Often annotated, added to and edited, the Codes are more than flexible enough to allow for research to move forward but strict enough to let their inquisitive and often, dangerously curious minds from wandering to dark places.
Upon meeting the Holy Britannian Empire, per normal policy of the Ethics Committee they presented their races innate intelligence and offered their help on any research endeavors, allowing human firms and think tanks to recruit Kautada as they wished, since the amphibious humanoids were so very eager to help advance any and all scientific research. As with all such offers it of course came with the caveat that all projects in which a Kautada was involved that an ethics representative periodically check up to ensure the codes were not being violated.
Their society is largely without class restrictions as all Kautada could be considered intellectuals, and their governing body reflects this. Known as the 'Ethics Committee' rather than being voted in or owing to dynasties the Committee is completely voluntary. Their purpose is both to ensure fair treatment at all levels in their society as well as to monitor all scientific projects and research for breaches in their 'Moral codes'. These Moral Codes are the only law the Kautada have had for thousands of years now and are followed closely by all Kautada lead scientific endeavors. Often annotated, added to and edited, the Codes are more than flexible enough to allow for research to move forward but strict enough to let their inquisitive and often, dangerously curious minds from wandering to dark places.
Upon meeting the Holy Britannian Empire, per normal policy of the Ethics Committee they presented their races innate intelligence and offered their help on any research endeavors, allowing human firms and think tanks to recruit Kautada as they wished, since the amphibious humanoids were so very eager to help advance any and all scientific research. As with all such offers it of course came with the caveat that all projects in which a Kautada was involved that an ethics representative periodically check up to ensure the codes were not being violated.
Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny, aand they have four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and fringed gills. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs among a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.
He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. For time in arid environments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the part of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.
Role on ship: Doctor/Medic
Bio: L'Azul was once a promising micro-biologist, bio-mechanical engineer and brilliant researcher. While no genius, L'Azul is possessed of an intelligence beyond the average of his already intelligent race. After graduating from a prestigious university on the Kautada home world with more degrees than most humans could get in a lifetime, the brilliant scientist was excited to cut his teeth on something truly *groundbreaking*. He would receive that opportunity not long after, twenty years ago he was offered a position in a truly incredible program by the Triganavia corporation. He was offered a position on the 'Aylv' or 'New Man' project, creating a new race! It excited the Kautada to no end, and it was all that he had ever wanted... at first.
In the early stages of creating the chimeric creatures it was all he hoped, stimulating and truly ground breaking they were creating more than mere clones, but a truly new species! With his many qualified fields Laz was made a higher level researcher, working on multiple parts of the project. It was not until the race of 'Aylvs' was finished that Laz began to question some of the practices. He, like any scientist of course, understood that certain ethical boundaries often prevented the forward motion of science. However everyone has a limit... or at least that was what Laz had believed. After the birth of the Aylven race things changed quickly as stress testing began. At first it was just as he suspected, harsh environmental tests to see how far these creatures could go at great pain and loss too the test subjects. Uncomfortable but Laz, with his races great curiosity, stomached it. Rapidly however things grew worse, the first straw for Laz being the... 'tasting' tests for the sentient races usefulness as rations. This horrified the doctor and he certainly considered leaving... but it was so very complicated.
If Laz sought to leave, thanks to the horrid breaches in morality he could reveal, would be dissavowed by the powerful Triganavia corporation and end any hope he'd ever have at furthering his career... so he swallowed his qualms. It only got worse from there. Unspeakable things were done to the Aylvs, and Laz could not help but be involved in some. Breaking bones to test strength, worsening living conditions and further cruel treatment. Needless interrogations just to test how well they held up and even forcing Aylvs to watch their fellows beign subjected to such treatment to test mental strain. Any time Laz was not spending taking part in these horrific experiments he was in his office, alone. He lost a large amount of weight, had issues eating and keeping down food and generally his health deteriorated. Kautada handle stress poorly with their complex brains and the shame of it all overwhelmed the doctor often, causing him to break down when alone. He spent long hours writing in the margins of his notes awful, horrible things about himself and Triganavia.
Salvation came... of a truly terrible sort. The Aylvs broke free and in an orgy of hate filled, and to L'Azul justified, violence and brutality swept through the facility. Laz escaped mostly due to luck along with only 20% or so of the staff. After that he went into hiding, knowing once the Ethics Committee discovered all that had happened and that Laz had reported none of it he'd not only lose all credibility, but no doubt be arrested as well. For Twenty years he has stewed on all that happened and spent his days as a doctor for the downtrodden and criminal elements of the galaxy under the pseudonym of Holiday. Now perhaps he has found a way out of his wretched existence amongst the stars once more... or so he must hope.
Abilities: While Laz's specialty is micro biology and other more esoteric studies he is also a certified medical doctor, surgeon and xeno biologist. He earned his degrees in these early on, more as a gateway to the more specialized fields he would eventually focus on. He fell back on these studies during his twenty years in hiding as a sort of criminal and black market doctor to get by. As such they have been sharpened dramatically. He picked up a smattering of 'street smarts' as well in order to survive, but he is by no means a fighter.
Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.
Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.
Other: None
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The statue he stands next to is smiling with a jovial expression, it is in strange comparison to the deadpan mute expression the man with silver colored hair is wearing. Dressed in all black the statue seems to be even trying to hint that the man leaning on his leg should lighten up a bit. Green colored tattoos marked his face and while he wasn’t generally considered beautiful by Denar standards, he was striking and handsome to human perceptions and even some alien who had to take a double take at the long, narrow, faced man. Some even walked past him a few times just to get a look at him, which he ignored or didn’t register you couldn’t quite tell.
It is then you realize one of his eyes is completely white and upon closer inspection it seems to be a mechanical eye to replace a living one.
Those who know Reaver, know the phantom that others have portrayed. A man dressed in all black, wearing a hood and concealing his mouth with a mask. It's likely why authorities never got a proper facial profile of the somewhat notorious Reaver. Most have only spoken whispers of him, most only know whispers of him. And then just as the myth began to become a reality, the phantom vanished.
Age: 35 - Though keeping in mind the 300 to 500 year lifespan of a Denar, he is practically a teenager with platinum blonde hair in comparison to some much older Denar in the universe.
Gender: 1st Male, 2nd Male *Further explained in racial information
Job: Gunner - Maintenance of the ships guns, in emergency situations can act as pilot.
Race: Denar
This is the notorious Reaver, you’ve heard things about. People have spoken about his disappearance, so him emerging out of the woodwork looking like...well this. Denar are fairly attractive, he’s handsome, with platinum blonde hair it almost looks silver. But he’s also probably a bit uglier by Denar’s standards.
He doesn’t seem to care too much for you, his facial features remain stiff he doesn’t emote and somehow you get the feeling ,as he looks at you with violet colored irises, that he is annoyed with you. It in his mannerisms and the way he stares at you, the way he seems to not even want to talk to you. You’re wasting his time asking for his assistance. You get this sense he wants you to get to business and skip all the idle chatter.
Despite not being built, as far as you can tell the man is intimidatingly tall. At around 6’4” you wonder if he’s ever hit his head on the door frame entering somewhere. Though you’re certain if you said anything he’d just walk off and ignore you. His lean, but lithe tone body is mostly hidden by an oversize,though it fits him, blue trench coat in a mock military style with silver trimming. It is frayed at the ends, and the blue is fading. Black fingerless leather gloves, on the palms the leather is worn down.
Cavalier boots with silver, metal buttons on the side and a collar around the calf. With black khaki material pants.
While his voice is very gruff and for anyone else it might not have been considered attractive, he carried it off with this husky undertone that only made his voice sound smoldering. You could imagine some young girl being infatuated with his whole look, daydreaming about him. An obsessive crush based on the bad boy image he seemed to exude. Green markings have been placed on his face, though you cannot necessarily decipher them very well. You’re afraid to ask him their meaning. A sword with a metallic, rectangular sheath at the side of a belt around his waist he begins to turn on his heels.
He’s lost interest in you.
Personality:
It’s very clear to observers that Reaver is lone wolf, but the reason why often escapes them. Most who see the type that prefer to be alone immediately assume it is out of some kind of hubris or pride. That they are too good for others, but for Reaver it is exactly the opposite. Self aware and understanding of his own mistakes, makes him aware that at some point in life others will make mistakes as well. It is less about him thinking he is better than everybody else and more like he doesn’t want to be reprimanded for the mistakes of others. Too many people working on the same project raises the likelihood of mistakes stacking on each other, making the likelihood of being caught increase. In his job, and in his work he would rather escape the whole capture part due to someone’s else’s own negligence. But would accept the consequence if captured by his own mistake.
Reaver is not necessarily a chatty individual, he prefers to get to business and can be very straightforward. Though this is more a preference of his to keep those who he works with as business partners. Those he doesn’t directly work with and aren’t in the same business as him, he’ll chat with them and isn’t that he is against friendships. Merely coworkers remain coworkers. Friends are people you don’t work with. And the friends Reaver does have are people who know a different side of Reaver than the cutthroat, gives every job his one hundred percent attention that everyone he works with sees him as. One of Reaver’s special interest is guns. It is easy to see a shift in Reaver’s stiff mannerisms to delight. To some it might be an uncomfortable change, especially since his hobby seems to extend to to his violent trade. Though Reaver’s enjoyment of guns extends further from just their deadly attributes. Often you will hear him geek out on the historical aspect of the gun or what gun played a significant part in a war. He focuses more on the story of guns than he does their deadly nature.
This love doesn’t just stop at guns, Reaver has interest in ships probably why he owns his own sword class fighter loveling docked and taken care of. His interest of ships extends from treating it in the same way someone might treat a car. In fact he’s the one who painted his ship.
You may even see him geek out with certain tech and ship parts. He even seems fond of accessories for his ship as well, like fuzzy dice.
For some this is enough to forget Reaver’s trade of business. A trade of business he doesn’t particularly regret or feel guilty about. Just because the man can geek about ships like they are cars and go into in depth historical conversations about guns and their significance, doesn’t make him any less ruthless than what he is. Reaver is not a nice man, though he never hides this fact about himself. He’s not going to sugar coat that fact. Manipulators are liars with a sweeter smile and a nicer pat on the back, in his opinion.
He’d likely shoot a traitor without any hesitation or a sweat on his brow. He’s sold hordes of people without shedding a tear for them as they are ripped apart from their families to work as cheap labor or as a concubine for someone who views them as merely property. He’s reposed ships. He’s dug up corpses. All without it poisoning his soul. Or if it has, he’s unaware of it doing so. And if it has poisoned his soul it certainly hasn’t been with shame that some experience in this line of work. As a child he always sought out to impress his father, and as an adult he’s always sought out to be the very best at what he does. He respects those who don’t preach to him about the ethics of it all, he likely ignore you.
He’s loyal to those who work the hardest and trust those who can be honest with themselves and about themselves. Reaver’s not necessarily an evil man, it’s not like he sought out the virtues of being a deplorable human being, though whether he views his actions as evil or deplorable is a different story. It is merely the influence and experiences he grew up with others around him. He had either two options in life, shut down and be unable to harden oneself. Or harden oneself and make the tougher choices in life even if they are unpleasant to some.
Reaver likes cold coffee, sometimes he likes marshmallows in them if he’s feeling fancy. If he were to choose an animal it be cats over dogs. And actually has a gigs worth of music stored in his ships hardware.
Weapons:
Some stories told to children are stories so fantastical that they sound more like fairy tales or exaggerated truths that they come off so far removed from the truth they couldn’t possibly be reality. The Silver Star is spoken even among the Denar, where did it go? Why is it missing from the Syous family home? Some, after all these years believe it to be stolen. None assume the Silver Star, the blade forged to honor and bestow upon Arahni Syous, would be at the side of some son of shady criminal who shared the bloodline.
In Honor of Admiral Arahni Syous commander of the Falling Sky.
They say the Karatai have seized the Falling Sky. Impossible the Falling Sky is near impregnable. Well they have boarded the ship.
Admiral Arahni Syous serviced the fleet of the Falling Sky for two hundred years. He started off as a recruit like any with wide eyes and a sense of responsibility to his people. Quickly proving that he was adapt in his ability to learn quickly and not take risk that would otherwise put others in danger. Over the course of his career one thing mattered to Arahni the most, it was the protection of his crew and the protection of the people. His honoring oath when sworn in, was: the strength of the people guides me to make decisions with the people in mind. While his career had always been steady, he has only been seen with great respect and admiration after the Karatai tried to take down the Falling Sky. A proud, and monstrous sized ship that housed most of the military institute of the Denar.
“Admiral they have breached the hall,” a bushy eyed recruit salutes him with shaking hands.
Admiral? He remembers when he was in that position. A recruit looking up to his elders with respect and fear. His first skirmish that was something like an odd hundred years ago, wasn’t it?
“Stay calm,” Arahni tells the recruit, “the calmer we are the better we can figure out a solution.”
And a solution they needed fast. He had only been in a few big missions before, most of his career had been won through small skirmishes. Now he was dealing with something major on his hands if he couldn’t get it under control, he needed to find the Marshall they needed a plan.
This side of the ship had seen better days. The Karatari had rammed their giant brigade into the side of the Falling Sky to break through the metal. Metal was now all misshapen, the smell of a small ship fire beginning to develop, the sound of guns, and shouting from men.
“Marshall,” Arahni finds the Marshall, Zran giving orders to a few of the lower ranks.
“Finally here,” the older man grumbles, he’s got wrinkles on his face, the markings on his arms tell tales of his heroics.
“Do we have a plan?” Arahni ask.
Zran scoffs.
“Plan, defend the Falling Sky with our very last breath,” he mumbles.
Not much of an order. Still Arahni took it as a challenge. He would defend the Falling Sky, for better or worst.
For his service and for his dedication to his fleet, we honor Arahni and the Syous family with the Silver Star. May no one forget his heroics that day.
Silver Star Schematics:
Made of a high 1566 spring steel. Infused into the blade itself are symbols and runes, to those who are not Denar would not understand the symbols are in honor of an individual and their deeds.
The crystalline structure of the blade and it’s elegant craft is that of elven craft, but the Memory Stones as the Denar call them are not merely to look attractive. Embedded in the stones is a star chart that can be activated. It acts as a GPS to the users current location..
This ugly beauty is a piece of shit, but it’s better than getting tracked by the ballistics on the books. Made more out of convenience than efficiency, I know there’s better out there, I don’t care what you suggest to me, I don’t care to get another gun, and if you continue to talk we’ll test the Frankenstein on you.
Frankenstein Schematics:
The Frankenstein is an unusual gun, made out of do it yourself parts. In theory the Frankenstein is a coil gun that used a high powered magnetic burst that ruptures living or something that imitates living tissue. It means it makes a mess by blowing off a few fingers, maybe a hunk of shin till it’s dangling on sinewy bits of vein muscle and the bone exposed.
A more extreme example would be something like this, but the Frankenstein is slightly underpowered than that and the amount of damage is how much you charge your battery and cook your energy so to speak.
The Frankenstein is only slightly more powerful than your microwave at 1,100 watts to 1,550 watts of damage it’s just enough lethality to kill a man. Though there are some restrictions of the gun itself. First off the batteries need to be charged separately of the gun. The gun when in use has to ramp up voltage before it can release a magnetic burst and if you don’t have enough juice in the battery the gun isn’t going to work efficiently.
For a semi less impressive, but fatal injury you need to charge the gun up to only 50 volts, takes 30 seconds, to blow off a hunk of flesh. And if you want something more impressive like a good chunk of flesh missing its 100 volts, and takes up to 60 seconds to ramp up. So it’s not as efficient as say a gun that can fire multiple rounds, but the output of damage outweighs the con of being unable to fire multiple shots at once.
The typical Frankenstein has up to 4 Shots before the battery is toast and the cartridge needs to be taken out to be recharged. And the gun needs up to 10 seconds of cool down time in order not to cook the coils, essentially the coils could potentially overheat if you tried to fire too many shots at once. In a worst case scenario you could have the battery or the gun explode on you.
As well as the fact that magnetic EM burst can be disrupted by other microburst of energy. And I know what you’re thinking or asking, can it shoot through walls? Short answer is no. It might make a decent crack in the wall, but the Frankenstein isn’t shooting through walls or exploding whole bodies. You’d need something a lot bigger, like the ship guns, and a lot more wattage and a bigger battery to do anything like break through a wall. I’m certain most would prefer the more efficient and time saving, plasma or rifle weaponry over a coil gun, that requires a little bit of hassle in order to be effective.
Abilities:
Being Denar means Reaver is in more touch with his sixth sense than some others. Though most Denar are naturally in tune with their sixth sense, to further expand on its capabilities some seek to expand on their techniques in how to decipher the messages of their intuition. Reaver has a good inner voice, while he himself differs from his spiritualistic Denar for a Denar that has “lost his way”, Reaver is exceptional at having the knack of feeling a situation out and knowing when to leave based on the aura around him. If something feels heavy to him and tense, he knows to tread more carefully, if he cannot shake his anxiety, he knows there is big danger ahead. Reaver is so good at managing to feel out a situation, he could read a situation with his eyes close.
Cybernetic Eye, just because it sounds like Reaver is some flawless criminal who has never made a mistake in his life. He has made mistakes and some of those mistakes have cost him things. One of them being his left eye. Still what the cybernetic eye has given him is something people only wish or dream they could have the ability to do.
The cybernetic eye is not only programmed to replace his lost vision from the missing eye, but it has a very special quality. The eye is able to pick up soundwaves, in which it is programmed to then translate those audio waves through a script to decipher what is being said. Sometimes you cannot always go in guns blazing and sometimes you need a more subtle approach. His eyes is perfect for a couple of feet of tailing a target, and being able to listen into what they are saying without having to implement a bug on said individual.
The statue he stands next to is smiling with a jovial expression, it is in strange comparison to the deadpan mute expression the man with silver colored hair is wearing. Dressed in all black the statue seems to be even trying to hint that the man leaning on his leg should lighten up a bit. Green colored tattoos marked his face and while he wasn’t generally considered beautiful by Denar standards, he was striking and handsome to human perceptions and even some alien who had to take a double take at the long, narrow, faced man. Some even walked past him a few times just to get a look at him, which he ignored or didn’t register you couldn’t quite tell.
“Didn’t expect you to be a Denar,” you mention walking up to him.
“Didn’t expect you to take as long as you did to walk up to me,” he grumbles in a husky, but hoarse tone.
“Didn’t expect you to take as long as you did to walk up to me,” he grumbles in a husky, but hoarse tone.
It is then you realize one of his eyes is completely white and upon closer inspection it seems to be a mechanical eye to replace a living one.
Those who know Reaver, know the phantom that others have portrayed. A man dressed in all black, wearing a hood and concealing his mouth with a mask. It's likely why authorities never got a proper facial profile of the somewhat notorious Reaver. Most have only spoken whispers of him, most only know whispers of him. And then just as the myth began to become a reality, the phantom vanished.
"Sometimes my own name sounds strange to me. I haven't used that name in a long time and I don't bother to bring it up. Sometimes Syous means traitor, other times it means nothing to those who don't know the history behind it."
Age: 35 - Though keeping in mind the 300 to 500 year lifespan of a Denar, he is practically a teenager with platinum blonde hair in comparison to some much older Denar in the universe.
Gender: 1st Male, 2nd Male *Further explained in racial information
Job: Gunner - Maintenance of the ships guns, in emergency situations can act as pilot.
Race: Denar
Before we can further expand on the Denar’s culture, politics, social climate, and so and so forth we must first understand their origins. There is an origin story for all species, whether it be Humans who came from a single cell and that single cell turned into the apes and primates than humans. It begins in Middle Earth or something close to Middle Earth during the medieval ages.
Everyone knows a story about an elf, or really any human. Tolkien first described them as ethereal, beautiful people with glowing skin, often fair hair, but darker hair was known to exist, who lived deep in the woods with vast amounts of knowledge and lore. While the earliest depictions of elves were that of a much shorter species with bat like ears, and had more in common with fairies, pixies and other sorts of fae. The truth is that both depictions are correct, just as humans were once primates or apes.
Middle Earth Elves had evolved from some sort of fae, what set them apart from other fae was their ability to learn quickly, highly adaptable, and vast thirst of knowledge. The Elves were known for their understanding of an invisible energy, known as magic then, and now as psychokinetic qualities. They were described as astronomers with in depth star charts and advance technology. It was these qualities that would allow them to leave Earth far sooner than their human neighbors.
You will never hear stories of elves in the renaissance or industrial age because the elves set their sights on something else and something greater, life beyond earth. Much like something humans would do later on in the great space race. Something elves managed to do far before them. But on Earth you would hear stories toted by environmentalist who said their colonization and industrialization is what killed the fae and elves too delicate for their toxic chemicals they pumped into the water. Others said they never existed because they simply vanished from recollection, reserved only for stories and revivals in new era books.
Truth was the Elves of Middle Earth were far off in their galactic journey. Meeting and intermingling with a set of various species, most found them attractive, beautiful alluring. These qualities were highly valued at first, which meant the Elves never met much threat. It is this mixing that would shape the Denar as they are known today.
No what could be possible be the biggest threat to the Elven people of Middle Earth was the diseases their alien friends brought, the hardship of space travel on their bodies, and the fear the species would die out do to this culminating factors. It was during this scare as elves of Middle Earth began to die due to outside influences they didn’t consider that it was discovered the babies born with alien DNA were immune to the disease the Middle Earth Elves were not immune to.
This is where the course of nature changed for those elves. As their Earthen origins began to slowly die out and the alien DNA of the new elves began to take hold.
With years of travel and years of mixing with other species, the newly shaping Elves began to look towards the future. Settling into their new world. Discovering a set of planets that seemed uninhabited at the time, with discovered “ruins” the new Elves declared this part of the Artheus System theirs. And declaring themselves, Denar [Stranger].
Not soon after their discovery of their new land, new system, and the beginning stages of forming their own government and politics the true holders of the system came back home. The Katari, furious of the Denar’s invasion declared war on the spot. The Denar the first time in their lives met with threats of violence, fought to defend their new home. The One the Karatai had abandoned for whatever reason was their own.
It is this war and it is the aid of Human intervention that has forged racial tension between the Karatai and the Denar for centuries. And each paints each other off as worse in their foretelling. If perhaps the Karatai had spent the time to speak with the Denar maybe they would have saw their mistake, being a reasonable people who value logic, but the Karatai greeted them with violence and the Denar might be elves that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t have fought back with their own violence.
Everyone knows a story about an elf, or really any human. Tolkien first described them as ethereal, beautiful people with glowing skin, often fair hair, but darker hair was known to exist, who lived deep in the woods with vast amounts of knowledge and lore. While the earliest depictions of elves were that of a much shorter species with bat like ears, and had more in common with fairies, pixies and other sorts of fae. The truth is that both depictions are correct, just as humans were once primates or apes.
Middle Earth Elves had evolved from some sort of fae, what set them apart from other fae was their ability to learn quickly, highly adaptable, and vast thirst of knowledge. The Elves were known for their understanding of an invisible energy, known as magic then, and now as psychokinetic qualities. They were described as astronomers with in depth star charts and advance technology. It was these qualities that would allow them to leave Earth far sooner than their human neighbors.
You will never hear stories of elves in the renaissance or industrial age because the elves set their sights on something else and something greater, life beyond earth. Much like something humans would do later on in the great space race. Something elves managed to do far before them. But on Earth you would hear stories toted by environmentalist who said their colonization and industrialization is what killed the fae and elves too delicate for their toxic chemicals they pumped into the water. Others said they never existed because they simply vanished from recollection, reserved only for stories and revivals in new era books.
Truth was the Elves of Middle Earth were far off in their galactic journey. Meeting and intermingling with a set of various species, most found them attractive, beautiful alluring. These qualities were highly valued at first, which meant the Elves never met much threat. It is this mixing that would shape the Denar as they are known today.
No what could be possible be the biggest threat to the Elven people of Middle Earth was the diseases their alien friends brought, the hardship of space travel on their bodies, and the fear the species would die out do to this culminating factors. It was during this scare as elves of Middle Earth began to die due to outside influences they didn’t consider that it was discovered the babies born with alien DNA were immune to the disease the Middle Earth Elves were not immune to.
This is where the course of nature changed for those elves. As their Earthen origins began to slowly die out and the alien DNA of the new elves began to take hold.
With years of travel and years of mixing with other species, the newly shaping Elves began to look towards the future. Settling into their new world. Discovering a set of planets that seemed uninhabited at the time, with discovered “ruins” the new Elves declared this part of the Artheus System theirs. And declaring themselves, Denar [Stranger].
Not soon after their discovery of their new land, new system, and the beginning stages of forming their own government and politics the true holders of the system came back home. The Katari, furious of the Denar’s invasion declared war on the spot. The Denar the first time in their lives met with threats of violence, fought to defend their new home. The One the Karatai had abandoned for whatever reason was their own.
It is this war and it is the aid of Human intervention that has forged racial tension between the Karatai and the Denar for centuries. And each paints each other off as worse in their foretelling. If perhaps the Karatai had spent the time to speak with the Denar maybe they would have saw their mistake, being a reasonable people who value logic, but the Karatai greeted them with violence and the Denar might be elves that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t have fought back with their own violence.
Pretty sure there has been a complaint or two about a government somewhere. No government would be the perfect solution, though the Denar’s values and what they deem worthy seem like a ideal some would dream of. The Denar have always been a close connected people, they have never really lost sight of each other. Elves have always been closely connected to each other, perhaps it is through spirituality or perhaps it is because of their hardships getting where they are. They do not believe in the concept that one individual should equal more than other. They value the Voice as they call it. As their concepts of Gender, there is a connection between the old spiritual resonance inside the Denar and their view on people. There is a spiritualism even embedded into their government and what they value in their politics.
The Denar are a logical race, they are reasonable people, despite what some will say about them. They understood that at some point in time an individual would likely gain more favor than the other and while living such long lifespans, they brought with them a minimalistic nomocracy government to the Empire.
Under the “Rule of Law” it states that even it’s authority figures are to be judged within the law. There is the belief that laws must service the people, and the laws themselves should be regulated with ration. Civic rights and civic duty are at the forefront of maintaining a healthy society and social balance. With this the Denar have simplified their government down to three institutions, the people, the people’s defense, and the people’s reason.
These three institutions being;
The Public Court - Speakers of the Public, several individuals voted by the people, required to be a minimum income level at a certain mark in order to be representative of the people. [so we can take America for example, normally most president in our current era let's face it are the top 1%. In the Denar, to be a Civilian Court Speaker you would need to be in the bracket of the other 90%. So you would have to be making a civilian wage to be considered a Civilian Court Speaker. ]
Civilian Security Administration - This would be the institution that monitors and regulates defense, security, as civic services to the people. These are your police, but also the military. And is represented by a Civic Chief [essentially head of police], Commander of Systems Security [essentially your military chief] and Head of Security Services [essentially the guy above those two]
Supervisory Bureau - Essentially this would be that "sovereign" figure who exist in the law, except that is less a singular sovereign figure and more like a branch of few elected individuals from the other two Institutions who have been elevated in status to make the final decision on any rational laws or civic rights. To pass a law would require 10 votes from Civilian, at least 2 Votes from Defense, and an unanimous agreement of the five representatives of the supervisory bureau.
The Denar are a logical race, they are reasonable people, despite what some will say about them. They understood that at some point in time an individual would likely gain more favor than the other and while living such long lifespans, they brought with them a minimalistic nomocracy government to the Empire.
Under the “Rule of Law” it states that even it’s authority figures are to be judged within the law. There is the belief that laws must service the people, and the laws themselves should be regulated with ration. Civic rights and civic duty are at the forefront of maintaining a healthy society and social balance. With this the Denar have simplified their government down to three institutions, the people, the people’s defense, and the people’s reason.
These three institutions being;
The Public Court - Speakers of the Public, several individuals voted by the people, required to be a minimum income level at a certain mark in order to be representative of the people. [so we can take America for example, normally most president in our current era let's face it are the top 1%. In the Denar, to be a Civilian Court Speaker you would need to be in the bracket of the other 90%. So you would have to be making a civilian wage to be considered a Civilian Court Speaker. ]
Civilian Security Administration - This would be the institution that monitors and regulates defense, security, as civic services to the people. These are your police, but also the military. And is represented by a Civic Chief [essentially head of police], Commander of Systems Security [essentially your military chief] and Head of Security Services [essentially the guy above those two]
Supervisory Bureau - Essentially this would be that "sovereign" figure who exist in the law, except that is less a singular sovereign figure and more like a branch of few elected individuals from the other two Institutions who have been elevated in status to make the final decision on any rational laws or civic rights. To pass a law would require 10 votes from Civilian, at least 2 Votes from Defense, and an unanimous agreement of the five representatives of the supervisory bureau.
The Denar never lost sight of their spiritual beliefs, it is something that seemed to be passed down genetically to them. They do not believe in a God or Gods for the fact of the matter, they do not have names for everything or names for the seasons.
However, they have a deep understanding of it. Something that pulls them along like a sixth sense. While a rational, and reasonable species, they are also deeply pulled by something like an intuition. More deeply connected to something humans would call supernatural.
They listen to their instincts and their gut feelings, they feel an invisible force of life that connects them mostly to everything and everyone. Some Denar who have devoted themselves to this deep understanding of spiritualism have turned a life to heal others. Said to take other’s pain away and take it within themselves. Weeping for the individual to let that feeling pass. While some Denar deep connection to the world has lead them down a path of pleasure, since they are so deeply intertwined with a feeling. A feeling that drives them passionately along the world, spiritually at harmony and at peace.
In the case of their ancestors this was taken as a respect for nature. In a world of choices and more freedom this spiritual realization leads some Denar astray and others more humbly grounded.
This Spiritualism is rooted in many aspects and traditions of the Denar, what they value, how they value it, and why they value you it. Because they have this respect for the Spirit, it has spawned a unique gendering system that belongs to them and them alone. Denar respect each other as a Person, and they are connected to each other Spiritually. Thusly they have a concept of a Person’s Physical and a Person’s Spiritual Signature.
Young men and woman are born first as they are physically presented, male or female. But for the Denar they have a concept of two to three Genders.
The second Gender is specified of the individual themselves, it is the Spirit Gender of the individual. A young female or male may declare their Spirit Gender at a particular age.
The way this would be seen is;
1st Female [The Physical Gender]
2nd Female [The Spirit Gender]
It can also be seen as;
1st Female [The Physical Gender]
2nd Male [The Spirit Gender]
And this individual would be declared a He within the society as soon as they declared their spirit gender as it is important to respect another’s spiritual signature. A third gender can be categorized to a person’s spiritual signature as well, as this would declare them the equivalent to “non gendered” or “non binary”.
That would be seen as;
1st Female [Physical Gender]
2nd Female [Spiritual Gender]
3rd Female [A non gendered individual who would respect feminine identity]
They may ultimately write it as such
Spiritually 3rd [which would mean they prefer no pronouns to be used when addressing them, usually a name in service to their gender]
Or it can be written
1st Female
2nd Male
3rd Male [a non gendered individual who would respect masculine identity]
In the end it is the Spirit that matters.
However, they have a deep understanding of it. Something that pulls them along like a sixth sense. While a rational, and reasonable species, they are also deeply pulled by something like an intuition. More deeply connected to something humans would call supernatural.
They listen to their instincts and their gut feelings, they feel an invisible force of life that connects them mostly to everything and everyone. Some Denar who have devoted themselves to this deep understanding of spiritualism have turned a life to heal others. Said to take other’s pain away and take it within themselves. Weeping for the individual to let that feeling pass. While some Denar deep connection to the world has lead them down a path of pleasure, since they are so deeply intertwined with a feeling. A feeling that drives them passionately along the world, spiritually at harmony and at peace.
In the case of their ancestors this was taken as a respect for nature. In a world of choices and more freedom this spiritual realization leads some Denar astray and others more humbly grounded.
This Spiritualism is rooted in many aspects and traditions of the Denar, what they value, how they value it, and why they value you it. Because they have this respect for the Spirit, it has spawned a unique gendering system that belongs to them and them alone. Denar respect each other as a Person, and they are connected to each other Spiritually. Thusly they have a concept of a Person’s Physical and a Person’s Spiritual Signature.
Young men and woman are born first as they are physically presented, male or female. But for the Denar they have a concept of two to three Genders.
The second Gender is specified of the individual themselves, it is the Spirit Gender of the individual. A young female or male may declare their Spirit Gender at a particular age.
The way this would be seen is;
1st Female [The Physical Gender]
2nd Female [The Spirit Gender]
It can also be seen as;
1st Female [The Physical Gender]
2nd Male [The Spirit Gender]
And this individual would be declared a He within the society as soon as they declared their spirit gender as it is important to respect another’s spiritual signature. A third gender can be categorized to a person’s spiritual signature as well, as this would declare them the equivalent to “non gendered” or “non binary”.
That would be seen as;
1st Female [Physical Gender]
2nd Female [Spiritual Gender]
3rd Female [A non gendered individual who would respect feminine identity]
They may ultimately write it as such
Spiritually 3rd [which would mean they prefer no pronouns to be used when addressing them, usually a name in service to their gender]
Or it can be written
1st Female
2nd Male
3rd Male [a non gendered individual who would respect masculine identity]
In the end it is the Spirit that matters.
The ears of the Denar are quite iconic, it is what sets them apart from their human counterparts. They are the leftover remainder of their Middle Earth Ancestors, with their alien lineage taking precedence over the physical shape of the ears. While their Middle Earth Ancestors ears were more close to their head, while the Denar are noticeably further from their head, their lobes with a wider more pan shape, almost like a knife rather than the leaf shapes of their Middle Earth counterparts.
Though it is their ears that have made them famous, there are quite some distinct features that separate them from their human counterparts. The Denar being quite tall with the average adult height being between 5’9” and the tallest being near 7ft. Their skin are often fair tone, though it often has an ethereal glow to it, it is often soft, and they are colder to the touch than others. It depends on the perception of temperature of other species, of course to an frost alien they would be quite warm, but to a fire alien they might be cooler to touch than say a human. Their hair color runs often fair, but not only can it be darker, some have been known to have bioluminescent hair and or hair that changes color based on their emotion. Though these are quite rare features.
Due to their unusual heritage it also seems that they can possess an array of colored irises that would otherwise be unnatural on earth. Not only do the classic blue, browns, grays, greens, and so and so forth exist. But you sometimes have shades of violet and even shades with flecks of other colors dotting the iris.
Beyond physical features Denar are gifted psychokinetics, in their historical times these psychokinetic abilities would have been considered magic to some. Due to their spiritualism, they make excellent healers, gifted empaths who can read others, some are profound telepaths, others have enhanced sixth senses.
The Denar also have traditions of inking their skin. Often with some form of meaning to the individual. It is rare to see a Denar without some form of marking on their skin. Though lately with their inclusion to the Empire they tend to keep these markings to themselves, on their arms, or on their backs, chest. Somewhere hidden due to many species not understanding the meaning behind the markings, in some species like that of human ones ink is sometimes seen with negative connotations. Some Denar adopt a mentality of not being ashamed of their markings and have them ink’d their markings on their face. Ink is earned through merit and actions and your standing within the community.
Though it is their ears that have made them famous, there are quite some distinct features that separate them from their human counterparts. The Denar being quite tall with the average adult height being between 5’9” and the tallest being near 7ft. Their skin are often fair tone, though it often has an ethereal glow to it, it is often soft, and they are colder to the touch than others. It depends on the perception of temperature of other species, of course to an frost alien they would be quite warm, but to a fire alien they might be cooler to touch than say a human. Their hair color runs often fair, but not only can it be darker, some have been known to have bioluminescent hair and or hair that changes color based on their emotion. Though these are quite rare features.
Due to their unusual heritage it also seems that they can possess an array of colored irises that would otherwise be unnatural on earth. Not only do the classic blue, browns, grays, greens, and so and so forth exist. But you sometimes have shades of violet and even shades with flecks of other colors dotting the iris.
Beyond physical features Denar are gifted psychokinetics, in their historical times these psychokinetic abilities would have been considered magic to some. Due to their spiritualism, they make excellent healers, gifted empaths who can read others, some are profound telepaths, others have enhanced sixth senses.
The Denar also have traditions of inking their skin. Often with some form of meaning to the individual. It is rare to see a Denar without some form of marking on their skin. Though lately with their inclusion to the Empire they tend to keep these markings to themselves, on their arms, or on their backs, chest. Somewhere hidden due to many species not understanding the meaning behind the markings, in some species like that of human ones ink is sometimes seen with negative connotations. Some Denar adopt a mentality of not being ashamed of their markings and have them ink’d their markings on their face. Ink is earned through merit and actions and your standing within the community.
This is the notorious Reaver, you’ve heard things about. People have spoken about his disappearance, so him emerging out of the woodwork looking like...well this. Denar are fairly attractive, he’s handsome, with platinum blonde hair it almost looks silver. But he’s also probably a bit uglier by Denar’s standards.
“I wasn’t expecting the notorious Reaver to be a Denar,” you say.
“Yes, because out of the countless species in the universe only a certain number can do what I do,” he replies dryly.
“Yes, because out of the countless species in the universe only a certain number can do what I do,” he replies dryly.
He doesn’t seem to care too much for you, his facial features remain stiff he doesn’t emote and somehow you get the feeling ,as he looks at you with violet colored irises, that he is annoyed with you. It in his mannerisms and the way he stares at you, the way he seems to not even want to talk to you. You’re wasting his time asking for his assistance. You get this sense he wants you to get to business and skip all the idle chatter.
Despite not being built, as far as you can tell the man is intimidatingly tall. At around 6’4” you wonder if he’s ever hit his head on the door frame entering somewhere. Though you’re certain if you said anything he’d just walk off and ignore you. His lean, but lithe tone body is mostly hidden by an oversize,though it fits him, blue trench coat in a mock military style with silver trimming. It is frayed at the ends, and the blue is fading. Black fingerless leather gloves, on the palms the leather is worn down.
Cavalier boots with silver, metal buttons on the side and a collar around the calf. With black khaki material pants.
“You ever going to say something other than continue gawking,” he says.
While his voice is very gruff and for anyone else it might not have been considered attractive, he carried it off with this husky undertone that only made his voice sound smoldering. You could imagine some young girl being infatuated with his whole look, daydreaming about him. An obsessive crush based on the bad boy image he seemed to exude. Green markings have been placed on his face, though you cannot necessarily decipher them very well. You’re afraid to ask him their meaning. A sword with a metallic, rectangular sheath at the side of a belt around his waist he begins to turn on his heels.
He’s lost interest in you.
Personality:
It’s very clear to observers that Reaver is lone wolf, but the reason why often escapes them. Most who see the type that prefer to be alone immediately assume it is out of some kind of hubris or pride. That they are too good for others, but for Reaver it is exactly the opposite. Self aware and understanding of his own mistakes, makes him aware that at some point in life others will make mistakes as well. It is less about him thinking he is better than everybody else and more like he doesn’t want to be reprimanded for the mistakes of others. Too many people working on the same project raises the likelihood of mistakes stacking on each other, making the likelihood of being caught increase. In his job, and in his work he would rather escape the whole capture part due to someone’s else’s own negligence. But would accept the consequence if captured by his own mistake.
Reaver is not necessarily a chatty individual, he prefers to get to business and can be very straightforward. Though this is more a preference of his to keep those who he works with as business partners. Those he doesn’t directly work with and aren’t in the same business as him, he’ll chat with them and isn’t that he is against friendships. Merely coworkers remain coworkers. Friends are people you don’t work with. And the friends Reaver does have are people who know a different side of Reaver than the cutthroat, gives every job his one hundred percent attention that everyone he works with sees him as. One of Reaver’s special interest is guns. It is easy to see a shift in Reaver’s stiff mannerisms to delight. To some it might be an uncomfortable change, especially since his hobby seems to extend to to his violent trade. Though Reaver’s enjoyment of guns extends further from just their deadly attributes. Often you will hear him geek out on the historical aspect of the gun or what gun played a significant part in a war. He focuses more on the story of guns than he does their deadly nature.
This love doesn’t just stop at guns, Reaver has interest in ships probably why he owns his own sword class fighter loveling docked and taken care of. His interest of ships extends from treating it in the same way someone might treat a car. In fact he’s the one who painted his ship.
You may even see him geek out with certain tech and ship parts. He even seems fond of accessories for his ship as well, like fuzzy dice.
For some this is enough to forget Reaver’s trade of business. A trade of business he doesn’t particularly regret or feel guilty about. Just because the man can geek about ships like they are cars and go into in depth historical conversations about guns and their significance, doesn’t make him any less ruthless than what he is. Reaver is not a nice man, though he never hides this fact about himself. He’s not going to sugar coat that fact. Manipulators are liars with a sweeter smile and a nicer pat on the back, in his opinion.
He’d likely shoot a traitor without any hesitation or a sweat on his brow. He’s sold hordes of people without shedding a tear for them as they are ripped apart from their families to work as cheap labor or as a concubine for someone who views them as merely property. He’s reposed ships. He’s dug up corpses. All without it poisoning his soul. Or if it has, he’s unaware of it doing so. And if it has poisoned his soul it certainly hasn’t been with shame that some experience in this line of work. As a child he always sought out to impress his father, and as an adult he’s always sought out to be the very best at what he does. He respects those who don’t preach to him about the ethics of it all, he likely ignore you.
He’s loyal to those who work the hardest and trust those who can be honest with themselves and about themselves. Reaver’s not necessarily an evil man, it’s not like he sought out the virtues of being a deplorable human being, though whether he views his actions as evil or deplorable is a different story. It is merely the influence and experiences he grew up with others around him. He had either two options in life, shut down and be unable to harden oneself. Or harden oneself and make the tougher choices in life even if they are unpleasant to some.
Reaver likes cold coffee, sometimes he likes marshmallows in them if he’s feeling fancy. If he were to choose an animal it be cats over dogs. And actually has a gigs worth of music stored in his ships hardware.
Weapons:
Silver Star: Call of the Falling Sky
Some stories told to children are stories so fantastical that they sound more like fairy tales or exaggerated truths that they come off so far removed from the truth they couldn’t possibly be reality. The Silver Star is spoken even among the Denar, where did it go? Why is it missing from the Syous family home? Some, after all these years believe it to be stolen. None assume the Silver Star, the blade forged to honor and bestow upon Arahni Syous, would be at the side of some son of shady criminal who shared the bloodline.
In Honor of Admiral Arahni Syous commander of the Falling Sky.
They say the Karatai have seized the Falling Sky. Impossible the Falling Sky is near impregnable. Well they have boarded the ship.
Admiral Arahni Syous serviced the fleet of the Falling Sky for two hundred years. He started off as a recruit like any with wide eyes and a sense of responsibility to his people. Quickly proving that he was adapt in his ability to learn quickly and not take risk that would otherwise put others in danger. Over the course of his career one thing mattered to Arahni the most, it was the protection of his crew and the protection of the people. His honoring oath when sworn in, was: the strength of the people guides me to make decisions with the people in mind. While his career had always been steady, he has only been seen with great respect and admiration after the Karatai tried to take down the Falling Sky. A proud, and monstrous sized ship that housed most of the military institute of the Denar.
“Admiral they have breached the hall,” a bushy eyed recruit salutes him with shaking hands.
Admiral? He remembers when he was in that position. A recruit looking up to his elders with respect and fear. His first skirmish that was something like an odd hundred years ago, wasn’t it?
“Stay calm,” Arahni tells the recruit, “the calmer we are the better we can figure out a solution.”
And a solution they needed fast. He had only been in a few big missions before, most of his career had been won through small skirmishes. Now he was dealing with something major on his hands if he couldn’t get it under control, he needed to find the Marshall they needed a plan.
This side of the ship had seen better days. The Karatari had rammed their giant brigade into the side of the Falling Sky to break through the metal. Metal was now all misshapen, the smell of a small ship fire beginning to develop, the sound of guns, and shouting from men.
“Marshall,” Arahni finds the Marshall, Zran giving orders to a few of the lower ranks.
“Finally here,” the older man grumbles, he’s got wrinkles on his face, the markings on his arms tell tales of his heroics.
“Do we have a plan?” Arahni ask.
Zran scoffs.
“Plan, defend the Falling Sky with our very last breath,” he mumbles.
Not much of an order. Still Arahni took it as a challenge. He would defend the Falling Sky, for better or worst.
For his service and for his dedication to his fleet, we honor Arahni and the Syous family with the Silver Star. May no one forget his heroics that day.
Silver Star Schematics:
Made of a high 1566 spring steel. Infused into the blade itself are symbols and runes, to those who are not Denar would not understand the symbols are in honor of an individual and their deeds.
The crystalline structure of the blade and it’s elegant craft is that of elven craft, but the Memory Stones as the Denar call them are not merely to look attractive. Embedded in the stones is a star chart that can be activated. It acts as a GPS to the users current location..
This ugly beauty is a piece of shit, but it’s better than getting tracked by the ballistics on the books. Made more out of convenience than efficiency, I know there’s better out there, I don’t care what you suggest to me, I don’t care to get another gun, and if you continue to talk we’ll test the Frankenstein on you.
Frankenstein Schematics:
The Frankenstein is an unusual gun, made out of do it yourself parts. In theory the Frankenstein is a coil gun that used a high powered magnetic burst that ruptures living or something that imitates living tissue. It means it makes a mess by blowing off a few fingers, maybe a hunk of shin till it’s dangling on sinewy bits of vein muscle and the bone exposed.
A more extreme example would be something like this, but the Frankenstein is slightly underpowered than that and the amount of damage is how much you charge your battery and cook your energy so to speak.
The Frankenstein is only slightly more powerful than your microwave at 1,100 watts to 1,550 watts of damage it’s just enough lethality to kill a man. Though there are some restrictions of the gun itself. First off the batteries need to be charged separately of the gun. The gun when in use has to ramp up voltage before it can release a magnetic burst and if you don’t have enough juice in the battery the gun isn’t going to work efficiently.
For a semi less impressive, but fatal injury you need to charge the gun up to only 50 volts, takes 30 seconds, to blow off a hunk of flesh. And if you want something more impressive like a good chunk of flesh missing its 100 volts, and takes up to 60 seconds to ramp up. So it’s not as efficient as say a gun that can fire multiple rounds, but the output of damage outweighs the con of being unable to fire multiple shots at once.
The typical Frankenstein has up to 4 Shots before the battery is toast and the cartridge needs to be taken out to be recharged. And the gun needs up to 10 seconds of cool down time in order not to cook the coils, essentially the coils could potentially overheat if you tried to fire too many shots at once. In a worst case scenario you could have the battery or the gun explode on you.
As well as the fact that magnetic EM burst can be disrupted by other microburst of energy. And I know what you’re thinking or asking, can it shoot through walls? Short answer is no. It might make a decent crack in the wall, but the Frankenstein isn’t shooting through walls or exploding whole bodies. You’d need something a lot bigger, like the ship guns, and a lot more wattage and a bigger battery to do anything like break through a wall. I’m certain most would prefer the more efficient and time saving, plasma or rifle weaponry over a coil gun, that requires a little bit of hassle in order to be effective.
Abilities:
Being Denar means Reaver is in more touch with his sixth sense than some others. Though most Denar are naturally in tune with their sixth sense, to further expand on its capabilities some seek to expand on their techniques in how to decipher the messages of their intuition. Reaver has a good inner voice, while he himself differs from his spiritualistic Denar for a Denar that has “lost his way”, Reaver is exceptional at having the knack of feeling a situation out and knowing when to leave based on the aura around him. If something feels heavy to him and tense, he knows to tread more carefully, if he cannot shake his anxiety, he knows there is big danger ahead. Reaver is so good at managing to feel out a situation, he could read a situation with his eyes close.
Cybernetic Eye, just because it sounds like Reaver is some flawless criminal who has never made a mistake in his life. He has made mistakes and some of those mistakes have cost him things. One of them being his left eye. Still what the cybernetic eye has given him is something people only wish or dream they could have the ability to do.
The cybernetic eye is not only programmed to replace his lost vision from the missing eye, but it has a very special quality. The eye is able to pick up soundwaves, in which it is programmed to then translate those audio waves through a script to decipher what is being said. Sometimes you cannot always go in guns blazing and sometimes you need a more subtle approach. His eyes is perfect for a couple of feet of tailing a target, and being able to listen into what they are saying without having to implement a bug on said individual.
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I've been thinking of perhaps making a character for this, to add another member to the deckhands. What I've considered so far is a (Denar) former imperial soldier (perhaps combat medic) gone rogue for one reason or another. Another option I've thought of is a (Alori) spy who had been sent to infiltrate the empire by some sort of organization/faction but who had to flee both powers due to being 'compromised'. Might there be space for one such and does either sound viable?
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I've been thinking of perhaps making a character for this, to add another member to the deckhands. What I've considered so far is a (Denar) former imperial soldier (perhaps combat medic) gone rogue for one reason or another. Another option I've thought of is a (Alori) spy who had been sent to infiltrate the empire by some sort of organization/faction but who had to flee both powers due to being 'compromised'. Might there be space for one such and does either sound viable?
Either one sounds good to me. (I advise you read the above post by Menacing Effect when it comes to the Denar)
However, between these two, I'd personally advise the Alori. Not just because we have a medic already and a surgeon as well, but because I can help you in regards to who sent them as a Spy. But I know it'll be a deckhand either way, so whichever one you feel comfortable with, I would advise doing. ^^
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Agreed. I'm perfectly happy making the spy. And I was actually hoping you might have something in store for the organization which was responsible for their training and sending them to the empire. Any details you have on that faction/agency I'll be happy to receive. There's also the decision of which sector of the empire they had been infiltrating. Their military? Security? Commerce?
Agreed. I'm perfectly happy making the spy. And I was actually hoping you might have something in store for the organization which was responsible for their training and sending them to the empire. Any details you have on that faction/agency I'll be happy to receive. There's also the decision of which sector of the empire they had been infiltrating. Their military? Security? Commerce?
Ileshra Xanahir a.k.a. Tsivari Khastae
Race: Lynx/Snow leopard Alori
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Job: Deckhand/Boarding party
Weapons:
The suit is optimized for stealth, speed, and agility. The armour’s main features are its superb camouflage system and its sound absorption, the latter making any movement nearly silent. It has decent protection against blunt-type attacks and is resistant to environmental hazards to an extent. It’s most vulnerable to piercing and laser-based damage. It’s basically designed to help evasion, not take a severe beating. It is custom built to fit her specific Alori anatomy comfortably. The helmet specifically muffles sounds of certain amplitudes and frequencies which would otherwise be harmful to the naked ear, but doesn’t impede any other sounds.
A plasma powered, laser assisted pistol with an integrated silencer. Most effective at close to mid ranges, against unarmoured opponents. A close enough shot can cause notable damage to someone wearing a battle-suit or such, a bruise or even a bone break – an accurate enough shot to the neck might even kill a lightly armoured target.
A popular model of an assault rifle, commonly used by soldiers as well as mercenaries. Relies entirely on plasma but packs a punch. Has a longer range, faster rate of fire, and can more easily eat through protections compared to her pistol, but it isn’t as accurate. The weapon is prone to begin overheating if not given enough time to cool down between switching magazines.
Grenades: 3x smoke grenades, 1x stun grenade, 1x frag grenade, 1x incendiary grenade. She can carry 6 grenades on the belt of her battle suit at any time.
Abilities:
◊ Espionage: Skilled in obtaining information, whether by stealthily breaking into a secure location or simply blending amongst the legitimate personnel and common-folk of an establishment. Ileshra has experience locating, observing (or eavesdropping to), memorizing, and sometimes recording pertinent data. She can gain valuable insight even from seemingly mundane conversations or rumours. She is practiced in the art of tailing others inconspicuously and as such, is very sensitive to being tailed or observed in return. Ileshra is closely familiarized with the methods of ensuring secure communications with the desired party and can conceal as well as transfer the targeted information (or, in some cases, an object or a person) to a chosen destination – though such conveyance typically necessitates the assistance of allies.
◊ Military training: Experienced in CQC, knows how to disable, restrain, or kill targets. Has the know-how to competently use a variety of weapons. She is also capable of operating a Sword. Her combat style uses her speed, maneuverability, and agility to their utmost advantage, and when faced with an opponent she can either take them down swiftly or harass them long enough to find an opening (to kill them or to escape), depending on their capability. She is well-versed in evading attacks and using the opponent’s (physical) strength against them but isn’t suited to taking much of a beating. As such, she’s fully willing to use what some might perceive as trickery, underhandedness, and dirty fighting – anything that might gain her an advantage.
◊ Natural feline abilities: Ileshra is naturally agile and flexible and could have made for an excellent gymnast under different circumstances. She is a good climber, could probably fit into some unlikely locations, and can seemingly jump effortlessly, though greater heights and distances require a moment of preparation. Even if she were to fall from somewhere, she would twist her body mid-air and then make as safe of a landing as possible in the situation. Her senses, especially her sight, hearing, and smell, are much higher when compared to a human or even to a different type of Alori. In the direst of circumstances, she could use her claws and teeth as a weapon. She has what could be termed ‘night vision’ and as such can see very well in low-light conditions. However, she has a very limited ability to taste sweetness. She can shed or grow fur according to the environment’s temperature, but is best suited to colder climates, and would suffer in hotter, especially arid, climates. Though she has learned how to swim in controlled conditions, she is still instinctively afraid of being submerged into water and would most certainly panic if that were to happen unexpectedly. She strongly dislikes small confined spaces and loud noises. Her tail and pads (on her palms and feet) are some of the more vulnerable parts of her anatomy and she must take extra care to protect them.
◊ Military training: Experienced in CQC, knows how to disable, restrain, or kill targets. Has the know-how to competently use a variety of weapons. She is also capable of operating a Sword. Her combat style uses her speed, maneuverability, and agility to their utmost advantage, and when faced with an opponent she can either take them down swiftly or harass them long enough to find an opening (to kill them or to escape), depending on their capability. She is well-versed in evading attacks and using the opponent’s (physical) strength against them but isn’t suited to taking much of a beating. As such, she’s fully willing to use what some might perceive as trickery, underhandedness, and dirty fighting – anything that might gain her an advantage.
◊ Natural feline abilities: Ileshra is naturally agile and flexible and could have made for an excellent gymnast under different circumstances. She is a good climber, could probably fit into some unlikely locations, and can seemingly jump effortlessly, though greater heights and distances require a moment of preparation. Even if she were to fall from somewhere, she would twist her body mid-air and then make as safe of a landing as possible in the situation. Her senses, especially her sight, hearing, and smell, are much higher when compared to a human or even to a different type of Alori. In the direst of circumstances, she could use her claws and teeth as a weapon. She has what could be termed ‘night vision’ and as such can see very well in low-light conditions. However, she has a very limited ability to taste sweetness. She can shed or grow fur according to the environment’s temperature, but is best suited to colder climates, and would suffer in hotter, especially arid, climates. Though she has learned how to swim in controlled conditions, she is still instinctively afraid of being submerged into water and would most certainly panic if that were to happen unexpectedly. She strongly dislikes small confined spaces and loud noises. Her tail and pads (on her palms and feet) are some of the more vulnerable parts of her anatomy and she must take extra care to protect them.
Personality: Ileshra can perhaps be best characterized as a cynical individual, and is of the opinion that good intentions and holier-than-thou preachers can go screw themselves with a very sharp stick. She’s cautious and solitary, mainly because she considers trust and loyalty as lofty ideals that are unlikely to ever be applied in relation to her, however she might wish that were possible. What some might find surprising, however, is that she can get along with others just fine, especially if they don’t mind her occasional bitterness, resentment, and sarcasm. Ileshra also values co-operation, as she’s experienced its advantages, though she is very well aware that for it to have desirable results, at least a basic alignment towards a common goal is necessary. However, she’s rather got used to the fact that any allies she manages to find are temporary at best. Despite being considered a traitor by two governments, she is proud of herself and regrets no past actions. The best kinds of relationship with others in her opinion are the ones based on a mutual respect. It probably goes without saying that Ileshra highly values individual freedom (specifically, her own). With an accompanying strong sense of pragmatism, however, she is quite willing to be someone else’s subordinate, as long as they don’t cross her lines – and given how few she has, she doesn’t believe that to be too high of a requirement. In the recent years, she has acquired somewhat of a taste for engaging in daredevil behaviour.
Short bio: Either abandoned or orphaned since her birth – she’d never been able to find out which – Ileshra remembers being raised in what appeared to be a charity funded orphanage. There were numerous other children within the establishment, all Alori of various ages (the only ones above the age of majority the employees, for obvious reasons). It was a frequent occurrence that a child left the facility, presumably by being adopted, transferred elsewhere, or due to having run away onto the streets. At the beginning, Ileshra wondered at what the life of those who left might be like, but soon realized that such speculation was quite pointless. She also learned that while companionship was- useful, it was better not to treasure it, as one never knew when they might part with a friend only to never see or hear from them again.
From early on in her life, her time was almost wholly dedicated to being educated alongside the other children – though calling it training would be likely more accurate, as there were plans of initiating the capable young-lings to fill a very specific role. The children often learned in groups, though these were not necessarily homogeneous in age. Ileshra noticed that the children doing the worst were…transferred the soonest. Next, the mediocre ones were gone. Then begun a constantly on-going competition amongst the average ones, and those who managed to exceed their initial potential remained longer, though not always significantly longer. And they all struggled to remain in this specific facility, because it was special, and which orphan wouldn’t want to be special? After they managed to complete their basic education, sometime in their early to mid-teenage years, each child was adopted by a guardian or two, and the new family was shipped off either by itself or accompanying other travellers towards not only another planet, but an entirely different galaxy, under the purview of a different government. Ileshra was given a new name, and perhaps more importantly, new documents. She was now to be known as Tsivari Khastae, daughter to a pair of middle-aged Alori seeking to find a different life.
They settled in HBE’s residential sector, and so began Tsivari’s time of studying in a foreign world, within a new culture, for the first time facing the variety of existent races head on, and living under a different type of government. About a year after her arrival, she was contacted by an unknown Alori, who made her an exclusive one-time offer of initiating her as a spy for the UTF, something she had apparently been evaluated as being capable of. Desiring the feeling of importance and a connection with her homeland, even one as feeble as this one would be, Tsivari accepted. She suspected at least one of her new adoptive parents was part of the UTF intelligence service, though this wasn’t something she ever managed to confirm.
Either way, by the time she reached adulthood, she became well versed in espionage and was given the long-term mission to infiltrate HBE’s military, which she enrolled into straight away. Following this path, she was soon transferred into the Gawain system. She played the role of a loyal imperial soldier, accomplished her missions efficiently, passed along valuable (usually classified) information off to the UTF, and steadily secured her position as an individual trusted by the targeted HBE. Why, Tsivari figured in but a few years she’d be well within reach of an enticing high-security clearance position! And that would practically be a jackpot. She imagined the way to that goal would be paved with more of the same as reaching her current position had been. That is, she fully expected to further co-operate in subjugating, capturing, torturing or killing the empire’s enemies even when she personally wished them no ill will. Her work often included supressing riots and beating on encountered rebels (even and especially Alori ones) as well, a job she carried out even though she secretly found their open resistance admirable, if also incredibly foolish. She routinely betrayed imperial colleagues and superiors, all the while knowing they simply acted in accordance with their duty, just as she did – they simply happened to be on the opposite side.
Not to say that she lamented her lifestyle. It was all she knew. It was her one and only purpose in life. She well recognized she was but a simple pawn to her homeland, the information she provided valued, while she, as an individual, was not. There was no recognition in her line of work. No glory. Nonetheless, she was proud of what she did. As such, she never entertained the possibility of receiving a mission she would be unwilling to complete. Oh, how wrong she turned out to be. So very, very wrong. Tsivari received missive that a high-ranking military man from one of the other planets in the Gawain system, believed to possess some priceless information, travelled to Tristan for an extended duration. Her UTF allies ensured that her imperial superiors believed she had plenty of reason to head for that planet as well. And Tsivari did indeed relocate for the time being. However, the details of her mission indicated she was to procure that vital information by seducing the male. Apparently, he just so happened to have a penchant for a specific type of Alori girl. To say that Tsivari was shaken to her core with disgust was not an understatement. To become a pleasure toy – even if a temporary one – for a human? Why, the mere idea was repulsive to the point of blasphemy! And no, she no longer held any particularly strong discriminatory sentiment towards humans, but that did not mean she was willing to let herself be used by one in such a way.
So, apparently her loyalty did extend only so far. And within the expected time-frame in which she should have been working towards her goal…Tsivari decided to do something else. Something entirely crazy. Something that more than warranted keeping a suicide pill on her at all times. She worked to discover the existent rebels in Tristan, inflamed their anti-imperial sentiments, helped to recruit dissidents that might have otherwise stayed on the hedge, spread information that would entice this rebel force to act soon, and circulated strong unfavourable rumours about her target – rumours which were backed by compelling (faked and actual) evidence of his indecency. Tsivari procured a Sword and had it modified to increase its capabilities of long flights, speedy manoeuvring, and payed good money to have one of the best stealth cloaking technologies she could manage to obtain worked into it. She couldn’t be thankful enough for the several space missions she had been in, as they had required the participating soldiers to all acquaint themselves with at least the basics of operating a Sword. She had the small space vessel (and various other travelling necessities) shipped off to a leased, nondescript warehouse to a planet in the Lamorak system. A week or so before the riots, including the attack on her supposed target’s residence was set to begin, Tsivari made the final preparations to leave the Empire. She informed the UTF, she’d meet with her target on a Lamorak planet and indicated she might have to resign as a soldier to be successful in the seduction mission. Thus, when she handed in her resignation to the HBE, she was granted it easily enough. She travelled from Gawain to Lamorak, and two days before the riot on Tristan, left the planet and the Empire’s territory discretely in her Sword. She would have dearly loved to stay just a bit longer and watch the effects of her efforts first-hand, but alas, the risk was too great.
Still, watching the news-coverage of the event a few days later was the most fun she had ever had. One of the rebels even managed to severely injure her target-to-be! The thought of how the UTF would have to deal with this little diplomatic crisis sent her into a gleeful cackle even several months after the event. Indeed, a group of mainly Alori rebelling to the point that it could be called terrorism created quite the little conflict between HBE and UTF. As expected, however, UTF eventually revealed the main schemer behind that particular act of resistance to be one Tsivari Khastae. And certainly, her departure had been somewhat sudden and suspicious enough. Nor was Tsivari to be found where HBE might have expected her (or anywhere, for that matter). The HBE was first to set a bounty on Tsivari, and based on the amount, the Alori in question suspected the UTF had managed to convince the empire in one way or another that she had committed treason (which, to be fair, she had). Amusingly enough, UTF never revealed her original name (Ileshra Xanahir) in association with her appearance, understandably enough. They had barely managed to set their initial conflict upon HBE accusing them of terrorism, they could hardly afford to let it be known that the name (and identity of) Tsivari was anything but her true one. Of course, the UTF was more than happy to add to the bounty on Tsivari. And while she had to conceal her appearance and couldn’t stay in no one location for too long, she was more than happy to flaunt the name Ileshra, because she suspected that some Alori, at the very least, must have known of the connection. And if they gave chase, she didn’t hesitate to shoot them down. She still keeps that suicide pill, both as a morbid good luck charm, as well as due to an honest unwillingness to be ever captured alive.
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Nice profile @SilverPaw
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@The Jest With that, we should have a full crew.
@Landaus Five-One Thank you very much.
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@The Jest With that, we should have a full crew.
Technically yes. However, Menacing's CS still needs to be complete, and I'm waiting on two other potential Deckhands to make their CSes.
As for you @SilverPaw You are Accepted. Please place your character in the CHAR section.
The Arron Nickname for Ileshra: "Spots" XD
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Athena & Ares: Athena and Ares is a pair of pistols meant for dual wielding. Each pistol has its own specialty. Ares can shoot a specially made bullet called the cracker. The cracker is a bullet that once it makes contact it will drill into whatever it hit and explode. It can go through most metal but not all metal such as Titanium. Firing this does come with serious consequences such as possibly damaging the pistol and breaking the user's arm. Athena is a little less dangerous than Ares since Athena's special bullet is a knockout bullet which is non-lethal and as the title implies its meant to knock someone out. This bullet was mostly used for a bounty that was wanted alive. These pistols were specially made for [Data Retracted] and named by him. Athena and Ares will only work for him due to the scanner build inside of the pistol which will scan his hand to see if it is [Data Retracted]. Also, both Ares and Athena can shoot regular bullets not only their special ones.
Hunters: Hunters are almost like Shurikens but better. The Hunters once thrown will track down their target and stick into them. once they have penetrated their target they have two things that they can do. relay there current position back to [Data Retracted] or whoever is connected to the Hunters signal or they can explode and turn whoever they tagged into a bloody mess. Hunters do have some downfalls such as. they can only be used in pressurized environments and Strong wind can interfere with their flight path and can cause them to miss their intended target. [Data Retracted] has about 250 Hunters which he keeps inside a pack that he brought on the ship but during missions, he only carries 8 at a time and unlike his pistols, these can be used by anyone that can get their hands on them. Hunters were not specially built for [Data Retracted] but they are hard to find and super expensive and can only be found on the black market from a man named [Data Retracted].
Unity: Unity is a plasma sword that is mounted by the right wrist and is connected to [Data Retracted] Armour. Unity measures at 2 feet long and is able to cut through metals including titanium. Unity is specially made but not for [Data Retracted]. It was made for a man called Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin that had a massive bounty on his head. Once Black Hand was dead he took his plasma sword called Unity and had it forged into his armour so if he died it could not be taken from him as well. Unity does have a battery and it needs to be recharged once and a while so the possibility of it running out of battery mid-combat is possible. It can also be used to cauterize wounds which can be very useful if a doctor is not around to help stop the bleeding of a wounded teammate.
Magnetic Boots: [Data Retracted] Boots allow him to tread on any metal surface whether its a wall, roof or outside of a spaceship. The boots will only be attracted to metal surfaces that are facing the underside of the boot and are at least 2-3 feet away. They can be turned off and on but it is recommended that they stay off when you don't need them since they also run a battery but not the same battery as Unity and the EMB.
He does not know why those soldiers did not kill him, Maybe they saw potential in him or they were going to use him as a lag rat. [Data Retracted] was brought back to a Holy Britannian Empire training facility where he meet a Holy Britannian assassin called Black Hand. Black Hand trained [Data Retracted] to be a stone-cold killer and raised him as one of his own. every time [Data Retracted] asked Black Hand about his father and mother Black Hand would put his finger on his mouth and say "Shush now child, For they are in a better place now.". It was not until [Data Retracted] 19 birthday that he was given his very first weapons. Mercy & War which are now called Athena & Ares.
After [Data Retracted] became 20 years old he became an assassin for the Holy Britannian Empire. He worked for them for about 10 years until he was given the important task of hunting down a rouge "Worker" for the Holy Britannian Empire. [Data Retracted] accepted the contract and began to hunt him down. Eventually [Data Retracted] found the rouge's hideout inside an abandoned warehouse and to his shock, it was Black Hand that was the rouge after all. "So your the rouge, what made you leave?" He said to Black Hand. "I couldn't bear the guilt of what I did for them and what they wanted me to do to you." Black Hand responded. "What do you mean?" [Data Retracted] yelled at Black Hand. "They wanted me to track you down and kill you since they are scared that you will want to get revenge for what they did to your parents" Black Hand Said while slightly crying. I can't live with this guilt anymore child. leave the empire and don't make the same mistakes I did. Black Hand yelled as he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. "NOOOO!" [Data Retracted] Yelled as he ran towards him and caught his falling body. "Please Don't leave me you're all I have Left" [Data Retracted] said as he buried his head in Black Hands chest crying. He looked at down at his arm and saw what looked to be a note stuffed in-between Unity and his hand.
[Data Retrected] pulled out the letter and opened it. it read "Dear Child do not weep for me, for I am at peace now. Take Unity and make them pay for what they have done for all these years to me and you." [Data Retrected] clenched the note with his fist and with tears flowing down his face. "I'll make every one last of those bastards pay for what they have caused!" he took Unity and left the warehouse. After that [Data Retracted] went off the grid for years until one day when the Holy Britannian Empire found him and took what he loved the most his [̵̝̔D̴͈̈́a̷͔̓ẗ̶̪́ä̶̬́ ̷́ͅŖ̵͂ê̸̞ț̶̽r̷̲͋ą̶̎c̵͚̐t̴͇͗e̴̝̓d̴͍͌]̵̻͌ . After that [Data Retracted] took contracts for other empires that wanted officers in the Holy Britannian Empire killed. His next target was a man named Arron Falcon he did not work for the empire he just had a really high price on his head. apparently he pretty hard to miss since he could be seen wearing a pirate costume. His last known location was Lancelot Prime and this also wear [Data Retracted] life will change forever.
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Name: [Data Retracted]
Race:
He appears to be a humaniod figure but his actullay race is unknown
Age:
[Data Expunged]
Gender
Male
Job
Deckhands/Boarding Crew
Athena & Ares: Athena and Ares is a pair of pistols meant for dual wielding. Each pistol has its own specialty. Ares can shoot a specially made bullet called the cracker. The cracker is a bullet that once it makes contact it will drill into whatever it hit and explode. It can go through most metal but not all metal such as Titanium. Firing this does come with serious consequences such as possibly damaging the pistol and breaking the user's arm. Athena is a little less dangerous than Ares since Athena's special bullet is a knockout bullet which is non-lethal and as the title implies its meant to knock someone out. This bullet was mostly used for a bounty that was wanted alive. These pistols were specially made for [Data Retracted] and named by him. Athena and Ares will only work for him due to the scanner build inside of the pistol which will scan his hand to see if it is [Data Retracted]. Also, both Ares and Athena can shoot regular bullets not only their special ones.
Hunters: Hunters are almost like Shurikens but better. The Hunters once thrown will track down their target and stick into them. once they have penetrated their target they have two things that they can do. relay there current position back to [Data Retracted] or whoever is connected to the Hunters signal or they can explode and turn whoever they tagged into a bloody mess. Hunters do have some downfalls such as. they can only be used in pressurized environments and Strong wind can interfere with their flight path and can cause them to miss their intended target. [Data Retracted] has about 250 Hunters which he keeps inside a pack that he brought on the ship but during missions, he only carries 8 at a time and unlike his pistols, these can be used by anyone that can get their hands on them. Hunters were not specially built for [Data Retracted] but they are hard to find and super expensive and can only be found on the black market from a man named [Data Retracted].
Unity: Unity is a plasma sword that is mounted by the right wrist and is connected to [Data Retracted] Armour. Unity measures at 2 feet long and is able to cut through metals including titanium. Unity is specially made but not for [Data Retracted]. It was made for a man called Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin that had a massive bounty on his head. Once Black Hand was dead he took his plasma sword called Unity and had it forged into his armour so if he died it could not be taken from him as well. Unity does have a battery and it needs to be recharged once and a while so the possibility of it running out of battery mid-combat is possible. It can also be used to cauterize wounds which can be very useful if a doctor is not around to help stop the bleeding of a wounded teammate.
[Data Retracted] helmet as two special abilities. Night Vision and Thermal Vision. This allows him to be able to fight more efficiently in the dark or a room that's filled with smoke. The helmet also has a build in respirator which allows him to breathe in areas filled with toxic gases or in areas that are deprived of air.
Electro Magnetic Blast: The EMB is like an EMP but instead the EMB can be aimed at an exact area. The EMB is mounted on the left arm and runs of the same battery as Unity which is a downfall since the battery drains even faster than before. To aim the EMB [Data Retracted] has to face the top of his arm at where he wants the EMB to go which will take out all the lights and electronic devices in that area for a short period of time.
Magnetic Boots: [Data Retracted] Boots allow him to tread on any metal surface whether its a wall, roof or outside of a spaceship. The boots will only be attracted to metal surfaces that are facing the underside of the boot and are at least 2-3 feet away. They can be turned off and on but it is recommended that they stay off when you don't need them since they also run a battery but not the same battery as Unity and the EMB.
Personality:
[Data Retracted] is a very isolated person and prefers to work alone as he has been for years. He gets very cocky at times and sometimes will give the enemy one last chance to face him before he kills them. But if he is working with a team he will always do his best not to fail the team and to never leave a man behind because in his eyes that is what makes a mission a failure. [Data Retracted] loves money and will do anything to get his hands on more money unless it involves killing kids then he will never do it no matter how much you pay him. He's very professional about his work and will not accept horseplay on a mission since it could jeopardize the mission. Some say that he can no Longer feel love after what happened on [Data Retracted] t̵̃ͅo̸̤̅ ̴͓̚[̵̒ͅD̵̙͊á̸͍t̷̅͜a̶̗͝ ̶̈́͜R̷̼̀e̵̳͗t̵̳̓r̵͔͊a̸̫̍c̸̥̊t̶̡̉e̵̪͆d̶̥͆]̸͎̎ ̶̺́a̶̛̬n̷̖̓ď̴̺ ̵̧͗[̶̥̅D̴̘̈́a̸̠̎ṭ̸̚a̴̭̕ ̶̞͊Ṟ̵͑e̴̳͋t̷͖̏r̴̭͆a̷̝͌c̷̘̔t̷͉̿ê̴͍d̸̮̄]̶̯͊Short bio
[Data Retracted] was born into a rich family. his father was the owner of some big company that made weaponry for the Holy Britannian Empire a long time ago. He was an only child so he spoiled rotten by his rich parents. [Data Retracted] mom was a stay at home mom since [Data Retracted] father made so much money from his job that there was no need for her to work. [Data Retracted] Was only five at the time when his father's company decided to sell weapons to other Empires. What a dumb mistake that was. It was not long until soldiers came charging into their house and killed [Data Retracted] parents while they slept. After they killed his parents they found [Data Retracted] hiding under his bed curled up into a ball.He does not know why those soldiers did not kill him, Maybe they saw potential in him or they were going to use him as a lag rat. [Data Retracted] was brought back to a Holy Britannian Empire training facility where he meet a Holy Britannian assassin called Black Hand. Black Hand trained [Data Retracted] to be a stone-cold killer and raised him as one of his own. every time [Data Retracted] asked Black Hand about his father and mother Black Hand would put his finger on his mouth and say "Shush now child, For they are in a better place now.". It was not until [Data Retracted] 19 birthday that he was given his very first weapons. Mercy & War which are now called Athena & Ares.
After [Data Retracted] became 20 years old he became an assassin for the Holy Britannian Empire. He worked for them for about 10 years until he was given the important task of hunting down a rouge "Worker" for the Holy Britannian Empire. [Data Retracted] accepted the contract and began to hunt him down. Eventually [Data Retracted] found the rouge's hideout inside an abandoned warehouse and to his shock, it was Black Hand that was the rouge after all. "So your the rouge, what made you leave?" He said to Black Hand. "I couldn't bear the guilt of what I did for them and what they wanted me to do to you." Black Hand responded. "What do you mean?" [Data Retracted] yelled at Black Hand. "They wanted me to track you down and kill you since they are scared that you will want to get revenge for what they did to your parents" Black Hand Said while slightly crying. I can't live with this guilt anymore child. leave the empire and don't make the same mistakes I did. Black Hand yelled as he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. "NOOOO!" [Data Retracted] Yelled as he ran towards him and caught his falling body. "Please Don't leave me you're all I have Left" [Data Retracted] said as he buried his head in Black Hands chest crying. He looked at down at his arm and saw what looked to be a note stuffed in-between Unity and his hand.
[Data Retrected] pulled out the letter and opened it. it read "Dear Child do not weep for me, for I am at peace now. Take Unity and make them pay for what they have done for all these years to me and you." [Data Retrected] clenched the note with his fist and with tears flowing down his face. "I'll make every one last of those bastards pay for what they have caused!" he took Unity and left the warehouse. After that [Data Retracted] went off the grid for years until one day when the Holy Britannian Empire found him and took what he loved the most his [̵̝̔D̴͈̈́a̷͔̓ẗ̶̪́ä̶̬́ ̷́ͅŖ̵͂ê̸̞ț̶̽r̷̲͋ą̶̎c̵͚̐t̴͇͗e̴̝̓d̴͍͌]̵̻͌ . After that [Data Retracted] took contracts for other empires that wanted officers in the Holy Britannian Empire killed. His next target was a man named Arron Falcon he did not work for the empire he just had a really high price on his head. apparently he pretty hard to miss since he could be seen wearing a pirate costume. His last known location was Lancelot Prime and this also wear [Data Retracted] life will change forever.
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...Name: [Data Retracted]Race:He appears to be a humaniod figure but his actullay race is unknownAge:[Data Expunged]GenderMaleJobDeckhands/Boarding CrewAthena & Ares
Athena and Ares is a pair of pistols meant for dual wielding. Each pistol has its own specialty. Ares can shoot a specially made bullet called the cracker. The cracker is a bullet that once it makes contact it will drill into whatever it hit and explode. It can go through most metal but not all metal such as Titanium. Firing this does come with serious consequences such as possibly damaging the pistol and breaking the user's arm. Athena is a little less dangerous than Ares since Athena's special bullet is a knockout bullet which is non-lethal and as the title implies its meant to knock someone out. This bullet was mostly used for a bounty that was wanted alive. These pistols were specially made for [Data Retracted] and named by him. Athena and Ares will only work for him due to the scanner build inside of the pistol which will scan his hand to see if it is [Data Retracted]. Also, both Ares and Athena can shoot regular bullets not only their special ones.Hunters
Hunters are almost like Shurikens but better. The Hunters once thrown will track down their target and stick into them. once they have penetrated their target they have two things that they can do. relay there current position back to [Data Retracted] or whoever is connected to the Hunters signal or they can explode and turn whoever they tagged into a bloody mess. Hunters do have some downfalls such as. they can only be used in pressurized environments and Strong wind can interfere with their flight path and can cause them to miss their intended target. [Data Retracted] has about 250 Hunters which he keeps inside a pack that he brought on the ship but during missions, he only carries 8 at a time and unlike his pistols, these can be used by anyone that can get their hands on them. Hunters were not specially built for [Data Retracted] but they are hard to find and super expensive and can only be found on the black market from a man named [Data Retracted].Unity
Unity is a plasma sword that is mounted by the right wrist and is connected to [Data Retracted] Armour. Unity measures at 2 feet long and is able to cut through metals including titanium. Unity is specially made but not for [Data Retracted]. It was made for a man called Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin that had a massive bounty on his head. Once Black Hand was dead he took his plasma sword called Unity and had it forged into his armour so if he died it could not be taken from him as well. Unity does have a battery and it needs to be recharged once and a while so the possibility of it running out of battery mid-combat is possible. It can also be used to cauterize wounds which can be very useful if a doctor is not around to help stop the bleeding of a wounded teammate.Helmet Abilities
[Data Retracted]'s helmet as two special abilities. Night Vision and Thermal Vision. This allows him to be able to fight more efficiently in the dark or a room that's filled with smoke. The helmet also has a build in respirator which allows him to breathe in areas filled with toxic gases or in areas that are deprived of air.Electro Magnetic Blast
The EMB is like an EMP but instead the EMB can be aimed at an exact area. The EMB is mounted on the left arm and runs of the same battery as Unity which is a downfall since the battery drains even faster than before. To aim the EMB [Data Retracted] has to face the top of his arm at where he wants the EMB to go which will take out all the lights and electronic devices in that area for a short period of time.Magnetic Boots
[Data Retracted] Boots allow him to tread on any metal surface whether its a wall, roof or outside of a spaceship. The boots will only be attracted to metal surfaces that are facing the underside of the boot and are at least 2-3 feet away. They can be turned off and on but it is recommended that they stay off when you don't need them since they also run a battery but not the same battery as Unity and the EMB.Personality:[Data Retracted] is a very isolated person and prefers to work alone as he has been for years. He gets very cocky at times and sometimes will give the enemy one last chance to face him before he kills them. But if he is working with a team he will always do his best not to fail the team and to never leave a man behind because in his eyes that is what makes a mission a failure. [Data Retracted] loves money and will do anything to get his hands on more money unless it involves killing kids then he will never do it no matter how much you pay him. He's very professional about his work and will not accept horseplay on a mission since it could jeopardize the mission. Some say that he can no Longer feel love after what happened on [Data Retracted] t̵̃ͅo̸̤̅ ̴͓̚[̵̒ͅD̵̙͊á̸͍t̷̅͜a̶̗͝ ̶̈́͜R̷̼̀e̵̳͗t̵̳̓r̵͔͊a̸̫̍c̸̥̊t̶̡̉e̵̪͆d̶̥͆]̸͎̎ ̶̺́a̶̛̬n̷̖̓ď̴̺ ̵̧͗[̶̥̅D̴̘̈́a̸̠̎ṭ̸̚a̴̭̕ ̶̞͊Ṟ̵͑e̴̳͋t̷͖̏r̴̭͆a̷̝͌c̷̘̔t̷͉̿ê̴͍d̸̮̄]̶̯͊Short bio[Data Retracted] was born into a rich family. his father was the owner of some big company that made weaponry for the Holy Britannian Empire a long time ago. He was an only child so he spoiled rotten by his rich parents. [Data Retracted] mom was a stay at home mom since [Data Retracted] father made so much money from his job that there was no need for her to work. [Data Retracted] Was only five at the time when his father's company decided to sell weapons to other Empires. What a dumb mistake that was. It was not long until soldiers came charging into their house and killed [Data Retracted] parents while they slept. After they killed his parents they found [Data Retracted] hiding under his bed curled up into a ball.
He does not know why those soldiers did not kill him, Maybe they saw potential in him or they were going to use him as a lag rat. [Data Retracted] was brought back to a Holy Britannian Empire training facility where he meet a Holy Britannian assassin called Black Hand. Black Hand trained [Data Retracted] to be a stone-cold killer and raised him as one of his own. every time [Data Retracted] asked Black Hand about his father and mother Black Hand would put his finger on his mouth and say "Shush now child, For they are in a better place now.". It was not until [Data Retracted] 19 birthday that he was given his very first weapons. Mercy & War which are now called Athena & Ares.
After [Data Retracted] became 20 years old he became an assassin for the Holy Britannian Empire. He worked for them for about 10 years until he was given the important task of hunting down a rouge "Worker" for the Holy Britannian Empire. [Data Retracted] accepted the contract and began to hunt him down. Eventually [Data Retracted] found the rouge's hideout inside an abandoned warehouse and to his shock, it was Black Hand that was the rouge after all. "So your the rouge, what made you leave?" He said to Black Hand. "I couldn't bear the guilt of what I did for them and what they wanted me to do to you." Black Hand responded. "What do you mean?" [Data Retracted] yelled at Black Hand. "They wanted me to track you down and kill you since they are scared that you will want to get revenge for what they did to your parents" Black Hand Said while slightly crying. I can't live with this guilt anymore child. leave the empire and don't make the same mistakes I did. Black Hand yelled as he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. "NOOOO!" [Data Retracted] Yelled as he ran towards him and caught his falling body. "Please Don't leave me you're all I have Left" [Data Retracted] said as he buried his head in Black Hands chest crying. He looked at down at his arm and saw what looked to be a note stuffed in-between Unity and his hand.
[Data Retrected] pulled out the letter and opened it. it read "Dear Child do not weep for me, for I am at peace now. Take Unity and make them pay for what they have done for all these years to me and you." [Data Retrected] clenched the note with his fist and with tears flowing down his face. "I'll make every one last of those bastards pay for what they have caused!" he took Unity and left the warehouse. After that [Data Retracted] went off the grid for years until one day when the Holy Britannian Empire found him and took what he loved the most his [̵̝̔D̴͈̈́a̷͔̓ẗ̶̪́ä̶̬́ ̷́ͅŖ̵͂ê̸̞ț̶̽r̷̲͋ą̶̎c̵͚̐t̴͇͗e̴̝̓d̴͍͌]̵̻͌ . After that [Data Retracted] took contracts for other empires that wanted officers in the Holy Britannian Empire killed. His next target was a man named Arron Falcon he did not work for the empire he just had a really high price on his head. apparently he pretty hard to miss since he could be seen wearing a pirate costume. His last known location was Lancelot Prime and this also wear [Data Retracted] life will change forever.Theme:
Due to two of my three Co-GM's critique on the design and organization of the CS, I decided to help out by reorganizing it via this Quote. I hope you don't mind, Godlikeblade.
I have already PMed you some of the additional critiques that aren't related to the CS' design, so all you have to do is modify the details with those critiques and this quote in mind and you'll be good to go.
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I...guess Hawlin is out, so I'm taking (back) control of Kaite for them. I hope I do their concept justice.
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This puts me in an astonishingly awkward position.
I'll still do my best! I have faith in the thread!
...just need to re-read some notes and figure out what the hell just happened.
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This puts me in an astonishingly awkward position.
I'll still do my best! I have faith in the thread!
...just need to re-read some notes and figure out what the hell just happened.
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