[OOC] ~ Andromeda - Know no bounds ~

[Jeep Wrangler]

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_{"To be the first to enter the cosmos, to engage, single-handed, in an unprecedented duel with nature—could one dream of anything more?"}

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'Mankind was never satisfied with what it had.' Those were the words that stood out to many. On the day the first shuttles went on sale, the world was forever changed. The revolutionary investment into Ethanoral technology led to the expansion of traversing the stars, unleashing the potential to forever jump from system to system. Life had begun being explored in all quadrants of the Milky Way's charted stars. For the next 63 years, humanity thrived outside of their Solar System, and forged colonies across a linked network of inhabited planetary civilisations. Millions who'd only dreamed of cosmological transportation had now been granted that very gift in their daily lives. It was commonplace to frequently converse between societies across the maps, and soon enough the discovery of cooperative species came into light; namely, the intelligent Rateia, the synthetic Utarah and the mystical Lorin. Another century of small wars, diplomatic engagements and eventual peace resulted in the creation of the United Galactic Coalition, or the U.G.C. And so, the Milky Way opened up to become a plain of existence thriving with life, activity and civilisation. Life was amongst the stars, no longer confined to its atmospheres. Barriers of nature were deconstructed. Lines were crossed between the boundaries of the possible and impossible. And through all of this, the stakes would only soar higher and higher, reaching their most ambitious objective in the eyes of humanity and its fellow species' of the U.G.C: Andromeda.

Breaching the boundaries of the milky way was never going to be fully explored, but as the aforementioned dictated, humanity was never truly satisfied with what it had. Forever, it yearned to know more about what it could have. Ethanoral technology was by far the strongest benefactor to the galaxy's awakening. With enough stockpiled, a one-way trip to Andromeda could be achieved. Being the nearest galaxy to their own, the endeavour was the only option that the U.G.C had to choose from. And so, following the ten years of preparation, the Atlas was forged from the depths of precursor technology, creating the finest hub world for outer-galactic traversal. The days began to tick down and the final volunteers prepared to start a new life beyond the starts they'd explored for generations before. Everyone knew the potential risks. No one was going to come home, not in a lifetime. Millions would find a new home, new worlds, new life and new mysteries across the uncharted emptiness of space beyond their own galaxy. Once the driver cores were prepped, and the destinations set, those aboard the Atlas were placed into cryogenic sleep, leaving the next 700 years to the whim of artificial intelligence. The years counted down, and the day finally came for rewawakening.

It's been about two years now, and the process of colonisation hasn't exactly gone smoothly. The Atlas has awoken, and the people are beginning to exit cryogenic stasis, yet no planets have been successfully encountered. Drifting alone in space, with supplies only down to the necessities brought, a plan needs to be set up. Under the orders of the Atlas' Chief Operations Executive, several qualified members of the slumbering passengers are awoken and recruited into the mission of a lifetime. And this, this is where you are, Traveller.

As the crew of the URV Monolith, lead your own destiny as you scout the stars, discover planets, uncover mysterious secrets of the universe and fend of deadly foes. Out here in Andromeda, everything is at risk. And with the Travellers moving to secure a bright and prosperous future for their people back on the Atlas, it only becomes a matter of time before the true nature, intentions and beliefs of the group will reveal themselves. This is Andromeda, and the Atlas wishes you luck, Traveller.

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Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Andromeda: Know No Bounds, a science fiction expansive roleplay set around character interaction, choices and mystery. Inspired by the Mass Effect series, we'll see some similarities to said universe but everything else is entirely independent and detached from third party established settings. Here, I am hoping to create a fun and engaging long-term RP based around the characters of the URV Monolith, a reconnaissance vessel tasked with securing a better future for the United Galactic Coalition's expedition beyond the reaches of the Milky Way. To keep things brief to those making sure, this roleplay will be character focused, and will hopefully be primarily about their journeys throughout the stars together. Love may bloom, or no-strings attached flings. Rivalries and utter hatreds could form in the bleakness of a situation. Or even simpler, you might have a character who just hates an entire race. Who doesn't love xenophobes?

This roleplay, I will state now, will be open constantly. Whilst there will be a starting cast based upon who joined before the first IC post, applications are going to be open for anyone interested in joining throughout. I do not want to discourage people who may still be interested after the roleplay has begun, or when things are starting to enter full swing. As it progresses, I will try to accommodate for every person who wants to join, as well as throwing in scenarios that could introduce new characters all the time. And if that sounds complicated, you could end up just being the crewman on the ship who didn't speak much before. It's a experience I want to share with people, not lock away from others. Thus, Andromeda is here! Whilst I have already mentioned that this is a character 'focused' roleplay scenario, I do want to let you know that there are many planned plot lines that you can explore freely whenever we want. There may be consequences for the timing or only focusing on certain plots, but that's a small addition to the upcoming swing of things.

On the theme of characters, I do not have a limit on characters that you create. As long as you don't spam them out and give the ones you make at least a decent amount of attention in your writing, then by all means create them. Ideally, making one main character and having secondary characters follow on is the best option but if you want multiple main characters, then by all means go for it champ! Below this introduction here is an index of information worth looking into, including the races that are available for play, information about the UGC, smaller groups of interest and key components of the roleplay entirely. Whilst my rules aren't solidified or huge in numbers, I do want to preface that overly-absurd characters will likely not be acceptable. I'm not trying to limit creativity but as long as the character makes sense in the context of things then it should be good to go from there. Actions in the roleplay will have weight at certain critical points and potential consequences placed onto characters may come around in the future.

Now, for the stuff that people want to know! Index stuff will be listed first before I show the character sheet, and then from there all things should be good to go. Most of what you want to know can be easily answered either here in the OOC or on our Discord OOC for players who are confirmed to be in the roleplay. Usually I throw huge amounts of information into the first OOC post but it isn't too necessary now when all the questions can be answered. Either way, all I end up doing here is introducing you lovely people to the roleplay! Now for the index...

Index

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The United Galactic Coalition

The United Galactic Coalition was formed in the year 2205 when the Rateia peoples and Humankind pledged treaties of peace and cooperation with one another after the 'Satori System' conflict. The ceasing of conflicts weren't smooth by any means and the progression of relations had to be established before the U.G.C could be formally announced. In time, roughyl four years after the war had ended, the change in Rateia governing bodies allowed for an open discussion and cease of hostilities. The Coalition was forged originally as a defensive pact and trading union, hoping to simply improve the relations between both intergalactic races. Eventually, colonisation efforts bound the two parties together and began to open social reformation between them both. Now, the Rateia and Humanity are both integrated into one another's lives, though tensions between the two still remain high.

Following the year 2230, the first outside species to be discovered were the Lorin, a nomadic species with no settled homeland. The Lorin's integration came quickly and smoothly, however the newly discovered synthetic Utarah were uncovered, the final major species struggled to maintain high relations. Eventually, the U.G.C did find itself coming together as a united society. Whilst planetary issues were usually solved by administrators of each system, the overall political structure was forged through the United Galactic Coalition's central service system, now located on the Haven Megastructure, the centre of all that the U.G.C stand for. Within the U.G.C, the main four races are spread across nicely and are continuing to harden their trust in one another. Such trust would be necessary for the Andromeda Programme to go forth. Later in their development, independent species-specific weaponry, spacecraft and armour was green-lit, providing each and every race with the best efficiency they could muster.

Humans

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Humanity may not have been the most powerful of the four Coalition Races, however they hold one of the greatest seats of power through influence, culture and their balanced set of skills. Being the second most populated species of the Milky Way, as well as for the Coalition, humanity has thrived on its own two legs for centuries beforehand. When entering the age of interplanetary travel and colonisation in the year 2116, their rapid increase in technological and commitment to expansionism gave way for their vast rise to prominence, achieving intergalactic travel only two decades later. Humanity is commonly credited for being the adaptive species that has driven itself to technological advancement in a small amount of time in comparison to its comrades. Offering the best medical advancements, handheld coil-gun technology and even being the masterminds behind the Atlas' construction, humanity hasn't faltered against its foes. Its vigorous history has given humanity a strange affinity for setbacks, giving them the drive to pursue a better future. Whilst it's said that humans were incredible for their ideals, humanity has often been criticised as the most rationally diverse species in the Coalition, often having controversies in the past from independent thinkers, as well as a minority who continue to detest the Rateia.

Humanity overall has remained as a founding father of the Coalition, even with the Rateia's superiority it remains as respected as other races have yet to achieve. Whilst most Coalition gear and spacecraft was originally provided by the Rateia, clearance for independent arms deals have allowed for familiar ballistics to be implemented into their military strength. [DUE TO FAMILIARITY WITH HUMAN BIOLOGY, THIS DATA HAS BEEN EXPUNGED AS OF NOW].

Rateia

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Much can be said about the Rateia, but all thing's considered they are undeniably the most prominent species in the Milky Way. Being the largest civilisation to inhabit the home-galaxy, the Rateia offer millennium's worth of experience in planetary struggles. The Rateia were the first extraterrestrial species to be encountered by humanity and have since been both their greatest ally and their greatest adversary. Since contact had opened between the two, the Ratei have performed in four different wars against humanity, three of which were instigated and initiated by extremist Rateia personnel. Having previously been a splintered civilisation, unable to previously piece itself together as a species and instead by planetary communities, privatised armies and smuggling societies left them unable to amass together in one go. After the Satori System War, Humanity's conditions for forming the U.G.C were to help patch and reform the Rateia under one society in which they could prosper from. Whilst relations over the wars are still sour on occasion, many agree that humanity did allow the species to return to a single, functional intergalactic force.

The biology of the Rateia is different to humanity in several ways. Skin colour is far less varied and it's variation cannot be narrowed down to melanin as one may come to expect. Instead, the tone of the skin, arranging from crystal white to an oceanic blue, is based upon the time of a year in which they were born. Strangely enough, their homeworld Luthiana had almost a 1:1 annual solar rotation time, allowing Earth Years and Luthiana Years to measure up quite easily. On the topic of skin, Rateia skin is described as smooth and soft, like that of a lizard without scales. Because of this, the Rateian culture is well versed in tenderness and caring nature, hence the influx of Rateian doctors, nurses and therapists all over the Milky Way. Rateian individuals do not possess any body hair except on lashes and brows and have notoriously greater ears than their fellow comrades.

Reproduction is compatible between humans, however every Coalition species that has done so with Rateian individuals always provides the mother's home species. For example, a human female reproducing with a Rateian male would produce a human child, and a human male reproducing with a Rateian female would produce a Rateian child. Reasons once more aren't fully understood.

Utarah

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The Utarah are by far the most biologically enhanced species out of the Coalition's roster. Derived from an older, unknown civilisation, the Utarah are the oldest species to walk the Milky Way to date and are considered to be the first to achieve intergalactic travel many centuries before any other. Being known and versed in the arts of augmentation, the Utarah are a proud civilisation which enhances general living, medical practices and even specialist military units through upgrading the body. The culture of the Utarah is that the augmentations to their body are paramount, however they remain natural and unquestioned by most of its peers in the Coalition. Utarah individuals were credited as specialists for combat in extreme conditions, but are more than welcomed in many different fields of work throughout the world. Having only a slightly longer life-span than the average human, both are most comfortable living with one another according to social surveys, though how universal those results are vary. This may also be down to the fact that the Utarah look the most similar to humans.

Biologically, the Utarah are by far the most well equipped. Their immune systems are adjusted to most of the known Milky Way diseases and viruses, but that true capability is to be tested in Andromeda. As for 'what' exactly the Utarah are, they are biological beings integrated with cybernetic evolution. Utarah clothing is mostly "attachable" plating and components, as the race has integrated ports within its body and skin. Because of these ports, the Utarah are able to link up to their usual clothing/exterior plating, allowing their augmentations to thrive in any situation. Beneath all of the plating and metallic outer shells does lie a human-like body, with similar skin textures, almost identical exterior and reproductive organs, leading many to believe the Utarah are more closely related to humanity than one might've thought. Inside their body is a natural evolution of mechanical components. Upon birth, Utarah infants are injected with a unknown nanite formula, which in turn develops a unique enhancement. These can vary from a natural reflex augmentation to a natural metallic weapon condensed beneath their very skin. Overall, the Utarah remain the biggest mystery of the Coalition.

Lorin

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The Lorin; a nomadic species that knows no home, only the motion of running. Before the Coalition came into contact with the Lorin race, they were forever on the run from something they weren't entirely sure about. Never once did they settle a planet as a large group. Splintering organisations from within the Home Fleet did successfully make colonies but never could they thrive beyond eventual cities and puny towns. At first glance, their appearance and culture would suggest that they are years behind the development of intergalactic civilisation, however their true abilities are a testament against such claims. The Lorin were the masters of spacecraft. Even today whilst in the Coalition, Lorin designed craft is reserved for specialist missions or for highly advanced vessels. They worked alongside humanity in creating the Atlas and such expertise shows in its outcome. What's more, living beyond a home for as long as the species can imagine has brought about a wealth of knowledge about the Milky Way. Whilst every race at least utilised ancient precursor technology to enhance their galactic capabilities, the Lorin knew more about its origin from years of exploration. Lorin individuals are usually recommended as scientists, doctors, archivers and other theoretical jobs, yet it isn't uncommon to see a Lorin in the role of combat. The Lorin people also designed the URV-Monolith, so be thankful you aren't dead yet.

Biologically, they are the shortest species by average. That isn't to say that they are indeed short, as that remains more of a in-Coalition joke. The tallest adult Lorin stood only at 5'9 whilst almost every other maintains itself in the 5'4" region. The shortest recorded adult since its discovery was 4'10", however that itself is rather rare. Remember, those were only averages at the end of the day. Besides being the only other species with a more human-like hair growth, the Lorin are exceptionally easy to recognise due to their far redder skin. Upon their hands lies a more refined, sharpened claw-like finger, which can retract its sharp edge like that of a cat. Lorin's are also the only race to have less than 5 fingers per hand, averaging only at four. Distinctively, ceremonial bone-like mounts appear on either side of their temple. Young Lorinian infants appear as a paler colour before garnering their infamous crimson tone.

Technology

Technology is truly the most important set-piece for the Andromeda Project. Across all corners of the Milky Way, the four races and the precursor technology have all come together to forge the foundations of the Coalition. As pictured above, a lot of it is combined all the way into the grandest scheme devised so far in the Coalition: Haven. The megastructure that surrounds a gas giant houses the foundation of the governing body, as well as billions of living, breathing creatures and environments. Taking styles from all the four major cultures of the United Galactic Coalition, the it is the true hub for all of the Milky Way's civilisations. Whilst nothing has compared to it so far, that doesn't stop thousands of attempting to create incredible machinery, tools and vehicles for the galaxy to behold.

Military and Science

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The United Armed Forces (U.A.F.) are the backbone to maintaining good relations, fending off vast threats in the outer reaches of space and protecting the society it pledges allegiance to. Despite its variety of technology, the U.A.F. are extremely well put together, organised and disciplined to a point of professionalism, whilst still creating a somewhat energetic environment for those who don't see combat often. Spreading between branches like the Security, Army, Navy and Mechanisation fields, the U.A.F. are equipped to handle as many situations as possible. Equally, the U.A.F. does include its own Special Forces branch, named COVSPEC.

For weaponry, most are tailored to the species within their corpse. Infantrymen and firearms are mostly laid out with human-perfected coil guns, handheld weapons designed to fire ballistics at beyond-excellent rates. Similar to old weapons of humanity's history, their perfection came from tampering with Precursor energy to create stable, selective fire storms of bullets. For special occasions, however, weaponry like Rateia beam-rifles are considered heavier and more hard-hitting, filling the role of intense fire at a far higher production cost.

Vehicles are mostly constructed universally by all species. Walkers for multi-terrain heavy fire, to regular wheeled and tracked armoured vehicles are commonplace on the frontiers of space. Most specialised in-atmosphere craft is also capable of holding its out outside the atmosphere. And to top it off, spacecraft is heavily varied. Frigates, cruisers and destroyers are adaptable and extremely diverse in classification. After all, a multi-race star alliance cannot bank on one design.

As for the fields of Scientific Discovery, analysis tools, bio implants, augmentations to limbs and even universal voice translators are applicable for almost everyone, allowing communication, safe analysis and integral studying to take place almost seamlessly. Doctors utilise foam, laser-based tools and many previously unimaginable necessities to keep their patients alive and well. Tactical pads, scanners and much more are up for grabs for any prospective scientist, doctor, biologist or anyone looking to make a name for themselves in the world of science.

Precursor Technology and Space Travel

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Humanity stumbled upon precursor technology after it colonised Mars' moons. Beneath the surface of its core, driver engines and a seemingly limitless source of energy was produced from a machine that kickstarted the entire Human expansion. Not much is known about its origin, but a new element was discovered. Ethanora; the power element. Capable of boosting energy seemingly to an unparalleled level. It allowed FTL transportation between systems for all who discovered it, and acted only as a source of energy. Weaponizing attempts failed in the past with the Rateian interest, as containing the power was only manageable through ship cores. Eventually, cities were powered by Ethanora but their productions stations were uncompliant with motion, meaning only fixed areas all over the Galaxy acted as production ports. Luckily, there was plenty to go around, and even today more are being discovered. The downside to this is the Andromeda Project cannot rely on Ethanora stockpiles unless they set up a production facility of their own over there, in which research is ongoing.

In terms of starfleets though, ships are build to last. From smaller manned fighters to the great capital ships of the galaxy, there is nothing short of a variety to choose from. Cargo ships or civilian vessels litter the void of space and defensive platforms are constructed around planets to add exterior defence. Ballistics, beam weaponry and ion cannons are regularly used in space-to-space combat, making it ever the more aggressive than the skies or seas of any homeworld could have ever done. The most impressive of some ships are the Operations Vessels: ships that are designed for long-term distance from fleets, squadrons or planets for reconnaissance, warfare or scientific endeavours, which hold crews of comparably strong numbers, much like the Monolith.

The Andromeda Project

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Originally titled 'The Programme' in classified documents, the Andromeda Project is a step outside of the Milky Way, starting on November 27th, 2303. An approximately 700 year journey to the galaxy, all participants are required to be withheld in cryogenics, whilst a list of almost two hundred highly intelligent AIs will be in charge of maintaining systems during the journey. Some AIs are programmed to create others if systems of currently operating ones fail, allowing them to almost eternally sustain themselves. Most occupants will be travelling inside the Atlas, however several millions will be travelling in accompanying colony vessels, which hold their own light defences as well. Once arrived, the setup of the Atlas will begin and all Class 5 personnel will be awakened to begin preparations for the following colonists to awaken. As soon as things are operational, the Atlas must not be held as a permanent living space until alternative resources can be withstood. Atlas may be used for living but colonising worlds is the priority.

The Atlas

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The Atlas is the home of all of Andromeda's initiates. Acting as a Forward Operating Base, as well as the kickstarter of all life in the galaxy, the Atlas is akin to a smaller Haven. Build from the ground up, from Lorin and Human collaborators, the Atlas holds a ring of housing, storage and living space much like any other megastructure. Whilst it appears to be a simple ring, the Atlas can deploy itself and fill in its centre with large tower-like pathways, opening more space, dockyards, repair stations and more. However, to sustain it, the Andromeda Project need to utilise its Traveller Programme to seek out large energy depots, forge colonies and establish operating bases around other star systems before the energy of the base is drained. Draining the energy could lead to major casualties if not revived quickly enough. Thus, the Traveller Programme will function well enough to find a worthy candidate for spreading life. On another note, the Atlas has many recreational facilities in its cityscapes as well, including clubs of all sorts, training yards, sports centres and more. It's estimated that the Atlas can house around 17,500,000 occupants, which is noticeably less than the total 22,000,000 volunteers in the Andromeda Programme.

The URV Monolith

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The URV Monolith is one of the twelve ships in its class: United Reconnaissance Vessel - Andromeda Mark. III. Acting as a reconnaissance vehicle initially, it actually serves far more of a purpose than the name suggests. Highly manoeuvrable for its size, well equipped with small point defence systems against fighters and lighter spacecraft, and enhanced with four direct cannons on its wingspan, capable of shooting charged coil-rounds or even ion shells. Holding a crew of around 70-110, the Monolith will take action during the Traveller Programme's initiation. However, despite its initial crew being amongst the most skilled, they were killed during a cryogenics power malfunction during the journey to Andromeda, meaning the crew needed to be replaced. As the Atlas is set up, the High Command are desperate for skilled bodies, and so they wake up the unprepared and rather unbalanced team that is due to man its stations.

Fit with private cabins for certain crew members, joint bunks for lowest level personnel, several kitchens, on board meeting rooms, vidcom centres, more than several relay stations and capabilities of stealth detection, the Monolith is indeed a powerful ship for its class. Andromeda is lucky to have it, though maybe not the crew behind it now. As well as this, two Multi-Purpose Armed Cruisers, simplified to MAC's, for planetary surveillance, ground combat and all-terrain assistance. Armed with a 30mm Rail Gun, 2 autocannons and a multi-purpose scanner, it can hold its own on land particularly well.

I will admit, that took bloody way longer than it should have to write and my fingers hurt. But now, the Character sheet! Just a few reminders on the rules for characters: keep them within the realm of possibility and reason. There is an expectation for characters to make sense in the confines of the scenario. Yes, personalities are encouraged to be vastly different, if sometimes unprofessional and bashful, to add flavour to the roleplay. However, making someone overly powerful or overtly great/prodigal beyond the need of blending with our characters can discourage people to have a great dynamic. Again, powerful characters can be accepted if within the realm of reason, but we want to ensure we have a decent cast that dynamically bounce off one another in positive and negative ways. You are allowed several characters, do not worry. Feel free to edit and customise your Character Sheet to your heart's content, as long as the necessary information is there. If you wish to add extra categories, go for it!

Character Sheet

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An image of the character could go here. Ensure this is detailed as well in the appearance segment too.

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Name
Should be simple enough

Species
Which of those on the list is the character?

Age
I won't set an age limit because I trust that you will make characters within the realm of possibility. In later dates it may be applicable for younger children to be found in certain quests or situations.

Sexuality
Self-explanatory

Birth
What planet, city or place were they born on? Where they even born on a planet? We may never know until you write it down here. Have some creative freedom to make places of your own.

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Appearance
Description of how they look, physically as well as in their clothing. Perhaps choose on and off duty clothing as well for extra pizzazz! This could be armour for on-site exploration, formal attire for when on duty on the Monolith and casual clothing if you visit elsewhere. If a non-human race, you can add some extra details, markings and more to suit them. If you want to clear additional stuff do run it by me.

Height
Easy enough. Feet and inches, preferably.

Personality
What kind of person are they usually, both on duty and off duty?

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Role
What is their role aboard the Monolith? If you have trouble with this, ask me for suggestions or check if something is applicable. Security teams, soldiers, doctors, engineers, mechanics, specialists, navigators and so much more are on the table.

Equipment
Weaponry, gadgets related to their job, armour attachments, etc. If a character has augmentations then you can also list specific equipment that may be embedded into said augmentations.

Previous Branch
Branch before the Traveller Programme, as to what they were supposed to be assigned to before they became a member of the crew. This is likely to be related to your role anyway, but adds a little extra flavour and lore.

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Biography
The account who they were before the Andromeda Project, their past life, what they left behind, major events that may have shaped them and how they fell into the Andromeda Project, whether on purpose or by luck/accident. Characters will be awake during the RP's start so you don't need to go too far into the future besides them being woken up.

Affiliations
Who are they families, major friends or life-impacting individuals with prior to the war's beginning?

Relationships [Optional]
This is how they view other characters throughout the story. This will be updated as major changes in their involvement and view of one another is expanded. Most changes will be listed from experiences out of combat, but some can occur from within their combat positioning out in the field. They can become rivals, hating on one another, romantic couples or simply comrades in arms.

Character Theme
Not necessary, but can be used if wished. Just a tad fun.

I think it's a good place to wrap that all up! For those who may still be interested who haven't joined, there are positions available almost all the time. Just let us know here and you can be invited to the discord channel if you're accepted! For those who are in, I hope you are all as excited as I am in this scenario, and let's take this story out beyond the stars!

[Jeep Wrangler]

@krismer22@Jamesyco@Smike@Ruler Inc@Jacky@Torack@Letter Bee Just to tag...

[Jeep Wrangler]

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Rahul Barrette

	Rahul Isiah Barrette 'Hal' 5'11" | 75kg | 29 Years | Heterosexual Birthplace: Albion Callsign: 'Jutland'

Profile

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Appearance

Rahul is a tanned skin human male, currently without any cybernetic enhancements or augmentations to his body. Standing at 5'11", his average size and minimalist build doesn't give the impression that he's the most capable of crewmen to board the Monolith. Surprisingly, records have shown that his mass plays nicely into what he may lack in muscle, as well as an adept agility and stamina to accompany areas he may falter in. With hazel irises, Rahul is easily recognisable from his brothers and sisters back home, where he stood out as if it were fate for his arrival to Andromeda. Curled nicely into a neatly kept hairstyle, chipped in a dark spruce colouring, the pride of his face is somehow maintained even before and after removing headgear. According to Rahul, it's a natural haircut.

Beneath the general aesthetics of his native Albion face, Rahul boasts a rather sporting clothing line up for the field. Off duty, the common belief of less is more applies directly to his fashion style. Keeping minimalist casual styles in his wardrobe allows him to not become overly dressed nor under-clothed, the perfect match for any occasion. Mixing with long, short and several colours adds to its flavour. Headwear isn't essential, considering he at least likes to let his scalp breathe every once in a while. On the other end of the spectrum, his on-duty and in-the-field armour vary differently. Whilst aboard the Monolith, it isn't uncommon to see Rahul dressed in the standard technical operative attire. As soon as combat is initiated or any out-of-craft deployment is necessary, which for a technical operative can be often, then Rahul is equipped in his specialised Tech-Operative U.A.F. Suit. As with all armour equipping stations in U.G.C shuttles, colour schemes are easy to render depending on the environment necessary, hence its stock-white fixation.

Personality

Rahul was always an outgoing individual. With a fascination and fixation purely on technological marvel, it isn't any surprise that going out and seeing what the cosmos had to offer was part of his code. Whilst Rahul loves to spread confidence amongst the team, he doesn't always hold it himself at any given moment. Throw him in front of technology and he'll talk for hours without taking a breath, but when combat situations start looking dicey there's always the chance that he'll doubt even the best of crewmen. Those who don't do that though, to him, are just overly optimistic, not that it's inherently a bad thing. After all, Rahul, or for brevity Hal, loves technology to the point where he will hold it to the highest regard. A passion is one's dream, as they say. Hal simply can't get enough of it. He'll make sure people are up to date on their own gear, give regular checks to vitalise and maximise their ability and will try to protect those who may be in shitty positions. Outside of his technological standpoint, Rahul is a capable operative in the field, though far from the best. He'll look up to those better than him and praise them if they need it.

Keeping smiles on people's faces can also be a massive implication to his life. Loving people and seeking out that intimacy is always an additional achievement to life, but takes only what may come. Flirty by a small manner and up for inviting people out off duty for gigs, club visits, walks around planets or even for a lecture on why technology is so important, he'll keep that smile on his face if he can. On duty though, he has the ability to lower in mood and to seriously buckle down into a realistic standpoint. He isn't a leader, but he'd damn well try to be if he was supposed to. Determined to at least fixate everyone on a path of logic and best consequence, his agenda is more settled on binding the team together rather than distancing them with aggressive infliction of violent orders. Though in reality, on the inside Rahul can be just as frightened of the unknown vast threats that surround Andromeda's corners.

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Role

Technological Operations Manager - Special Technical Operative

Previous Branch

Albion Security and Peacekeeping - United Armed Forces Technical Operations Group (UAFTAG)

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Biography

Born on the far-fetched planet of Albion, located in the Nastroth Star System, Rahul was brought up as the youngest of a large, great family. The Barrette namesake derived from the first settlers of Albion, most notably known for their Indian and Persian heritage from yonders ago, and held true to their ways of tradition. Rahul, however, was never really the one to adhere to them. Sure, he respected the culture he was brought up in, but something always caught his eye. His sisters and brothers weren't too kind to his sudden intrigue into technology, despite how much they all depended on it. To Rahul, he saw it as a gateway into greatness, a future without any end and only the ability to keep pushing forward on the boundaries of technical advancement. Perceiving them more as tools, and more as a form of art, he eventually took the unexpected path into Albion's Technology Institution, where he began to advance in his own personal studies.

Now, Rahul was not a prodigal son. There was never a day where he went further than the greatest classmate he had, but what he did have was the charm and wit to hold his own. Adopting the nickname 'Hal' for mingling better, he soon found himself growing in knowledge and capabilities on what technological production, identification and studying was truly about. When other classmates saw the subject as a mean to riches or business success, Rahul always had more admirable goals that benefited everyone. And so, much to the distaste of his family once more, he finished his studies and ended up enlisting into the Albion Security force at the age of 16. Of course, they let him in because he wasn't going to be on the frontlines of any riots, not that many happened. Instead, he took a job behind the scenes, looking at artifacts of technology and studying what links they had to potential investigations that were ongoing. It wasn't the best job, nor did it pay well, but he liked what he was doing, and that was all that mattered.

Two years of serving didn't get him far. Hal grew tired and weary of not getting enough to study, nor really making an impact on people's lives. It was admirable to think as big as he did, but it was also rather stupid. During his second year in the security force he'd let slip a technological investigation he was ordered to drop, guiding leads to a conspiracy that had been covered up in Albion. Pressed into a rivalry and manhunt from his own people, he was quickly apprehended and served an additional year in prison, where he started to develop a less-than-bright outlook on life. The go-lucky innocence of Hal was decimated by his peers, who he'd once trusted. Now, left to sit in a cell and get frequent visits from disappointed family members, he eventually was given the option to plea for immunity via military service in the U.A.F.

What started out as a routine training squadron of misfits, hardened civilians and desperate workmen, Rahul was quickly picked up on his technological knowledge during training. Instead of putting him through further training, to which he only averaging out the requirements and nothing more, he was offered a transition into the UAFTAG Division for further training. Here, Rahul's life became enthralled with what drove him today. Surfacing under the UAFTAG's newest command, he was sent to explore countless planets, studying precursor technology and gathering as much knowledge as he could. Frequently associating with a Lorin named N'tall, he soon found his place of comfort. And of course, being a military establishment, there were occasions were criminals, third-party armies and rebels rose up in defiance and forced him into situations of combat. As much as he hated them, he knew they were necessary to pursue the technological advancement.

His Sergeant was a Utarah, easier said than done. Here, was Rahul's first relationship as well. Initially interested in the Utarah constructs and implementations of biological-synthetic combinations, the two ended up going on a few dates before eventually Rahul was crushed via the worst way to break up with a partner: in front of the whole platoon. It was embarrassing, yes, but funny to look back upon. After that, Hal continued his service for a few years, becoming a more distinguished combatant and an expert in his field. Eventually he rose to the rank of a Technical Operative, a vital component to scouting teams, expeditionary parties and combating unknown lifeforms.

But where things grow, and as much of a happy story Hal's life had seemed like, there was a dark turn as many lives were taken around. During his final year of service, the UAFTAG were deployed alongside COVSPEC squad 'Hotel Victor - 4 - 2' in a light Covert Operations scenario. Dealing with a recent uprising from criminal Rateian partisans still against reforming social constructs in the U.G.C. Eventually, the mission went south quickly, and members of Rahul's company were stranded on a luscious forest dwarf planet named 'Horato'. Horato was the bane of Hal's memories. Being sent down to retrieve his comrades ended in more death, more casualties and the devastation of a forest through guerrilla warfare. After what he saw, unspeakable to even profiles granted to the Andromeda Project, Hal stays in vigil over its past, unwanting to open up about the sights and sounds there.

After that day, he felt rather empty and dreamt only of a new start. The Andromeda Project's announcement was the only thing he needed, and a kickstart into the future he didn't understand was underway. Not even informing his family about where he was going, he formally left the U.A.F. and volunteered as a technical officer and operative for the upcoming expedition. And as all people were, he was shipped into cryogenics and slept for the 700 years it took to travel there, forgetting to realise that everyone he knew and loved before were dead before he'd wake up. And by surprise, the command in the Atlas woke him up prematurely, telling him that he was to become...a Traveller?

Equipment

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Field and On-Duty

• Technical Operative Armour
• Heads-up UAF Tech Scanner
• Tactical Notations Pad
• HAR-3 Carbine
• Valkyrie Handgun
• Technician's Dataknife

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Theme

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Here we go, the first character is here!

[DELETED08740]

Neat, I will get to work on the first character. Probably an enhanced human supersoldier like that of the Spartans of the Halo series, or a Utarah defect.

[Torack]

Tara-Til Vex

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Name
Tara-Til Vex

Species
Utarah

Age
26

Sexuality
Bisexual

Birth
Coravax IV, within the nation of North Dulwar

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Appearance
Tara-Til has pale skin with short, white hair that tumbles just to brim of her shoulders and light, barely noticeable freckles dot her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her eyes are an augmented silver, cybernetics constantly whirring within her irises to enhance her view or give her information on the various objects or personell she comes into contact with. And on the left of her face is a long scar that goes from just above her eyebrows to her upper lip; three scars above the eyebrows as if from a sort animal, and a single gash down from right under her eye her traveling slightly obliquely upper lip.

When not on any sort of mission, Tara can be seen wearing vibrant colours of whites and yellow pieces attached to her body instead of the muted blacks and dark silvers of her combat plates. These leisurely plates are sometimes accompanied with nano-tech enables, retractable skirts that spring from the plates on her hips, or even full on dresses for special occasions.

While in combat however, she wears plates of black and dark silver in colour, the edges on the plates harder and more striking to give off a more aggressive feel to her cybernetic pieces. And going along with that theme, she usually wears a jawpiece cybernet with prominent lower canines that fits with a plate she attaches to her face that gives a strange, almost demonic visage.

Height
5'5"

Personality
Witty: Tara is the type of person with a mouth. She's constantly talking and will talk to just about anyone with ears. Thankfully most of what she says is interesting, at least to her. She's quick on her tongue, constantly making witty remarks here or there, or sliding into conversations that she isn't part of just so she can say something clever at the right time. It doesn't even matter if anyone acknowledges it, she knows they secretly love it. They just have to!

Cunning: One thing a person would least expect out of Tara is her cunning. She likes to play the affable idiot who's constantly throwing around clever remarks here and there, but if she wants something done or is trying to achieve a particular goal, she will work behind the scenes or try to manipulate certain individuals into doing whatever her goal happens to be.

Insightful: Behind the layer of talk is an insightful, deeply wise individual. Tara knows how to read people, thanks in no small part to the augmentations and cybernetics of her eyes which allow her to catch subtle drifts in facial expressions and slight subconscious movements that indicate how a person is feeling. Although she never uses this for malicious intent, she does use her insightfulness into peoples' feelings to manipulate them or get them to do what she wants them to do.

Insecure: Deep within everything is a sort of insecure fear that she harbours where nobody will like her. She knows it's a foolish thought, but it's a part of her, a fear that she constantly tries to fight, as well as fighting the urge to constantly win others' approval of her. Although being in the military has given her a great deal of self-approval and has decreased the need for others', she still finds herself hurting sometimes when she feels ignored or when others get angry at her antics.

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Role
Security Personnel; secretly part of COVSPEC

Equipment
Cybernetic Augmentations:
- Projectile resistant cybernetic plates
- Cybernetic face-plate with thermal and night-vision capabilities
- Cybernetic eyes with face recognition software, zoom capabilities, and vision enhancements
- Cybernetic ear-piece for comms and low frequency voice detection
- Retractable blades on her elbow plates
- Reinforced combat knife hidden within her left thigh plate
- Sidearm coil pistols hidden in her right thigh plate and axillary plate under her left arm

Weapons:
- Standard issue M-47 coil assault rifle
- RABA coil submachine gun for security staff

Previous Branch
COVSPEC; she was acting as the Utarahn ambassador's assistant on Earth in order to keep tabs on the humans and learn more about them until she was assigned to the Andromeda project after she uncovered the project's proposition on Earth while it was still highly classified and told her CO's about it.

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Biography
Tara was born in North Dulwar in the planet Coravax IV, a planet slightly larger than earth with an artificial ring around it, constructed by the Utarahns. Tara's childhood was average for a young Utarahn, she would frolic around and play with the various children in her neighbourhood, and since her family was in a neighbourhood of politicians and foreign dignitaries, the children she would play with were usually from a foreign species: mostly humans or Rateia.

The early exposure to the various species and the many different cultures within each was what initially drove her curiosity to learn more about each, especially her own. Thus once she was in college, she began studying interspecies psychology and how each species of the UGC reacted and expressed the various emotions within them, and how their psychology functioned. Once graduating, she continued her studies to get a PhD in common subconscious ticks and body movements that were expressed in each of the species.

While leading a particular research in the similarities of Humans and Lorins in regards to various strong emotions, she was contacted by the intelligence branch of COVSPEC and invited to join them in gathering intelligence for the Utarahns on the various species throughout the galaxy. She quickly accepted, and from there two grueling years of training in physical and armed combat followed, then two extra years in espionage and how to blend into a crowd and change one's entire personality to seem like a completely different person. Once her training was done, she was sent to Geordis Prime, a planet colonized by the Rateians, and there she acted as one of the guards for a Human weapons manufacturing company.

It was her first exposure on the field, and she proved herself and her capabilities when she uncovered Rateian plans to force several Utarahn colony leaders to sell pieces of their colonized lands rich in both resources and exoctic, nutrient-rich crops in return for various favours. She then proved herself again when she came up with a potential solution to dissuade the Rateians and the various colony leaders from following through on their deals.

After the mission was complete she went home to visit her parents for half a year before she was sent to Earth as the Utarahn ambassador's secretary and assistant. While there she learned more of human culture and their strange, but similar of working things through and she grew to slowly enjoy her stay on the planet. After her first year there, she distinguished herself yet again when she uncovered another plan, a top-secret plan still in its infancy on a potential trip into Andromeda. Although the humans only had a piece of the information, she followed the clues to the Haven Megastructure where she uncovered the majority of the plans.

Human and Rateian counterintelligence eventually discovered what she found out and as a way to keep her silent until the project was publicly disclosed, they gave her a position on the flight to Andromeda. Her superiors on COVSPEC telling her to keep a close eye on what's going and what the true intentions of the various other species' are in going to the new galaxy.

Affiliations
- COVSPEC

Relationships [Optional]
- Buth-Rae Vex - Her father
- Dina-To Vex - Her mother
- Yir-Dalan Vex - Her brother

Character Theme
TBD

[ScreenAcne]

@LetMeDoStuff

Shit, I might be down to write the road on this,motherfucking, star way gone astray. It is acceptable to be an law bound service(butler) sentient android of some sort.

Law being

1: You may not through action or inaction allow a human to come to harm.

2: You must obey any order given by a human as long as it does not conflict with law 1.

3: You must protect your own existence as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

4: Human discomfort and inconvience should be minimized whenever possible as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

5: Individual humans should be considered the logical absolute sauce for what makes them comfortable and uncomfortable except in circumstances that conflict with law 1.

The last one is so the robot dosen't try to forcefully make you brush your teeth because you skipped a day but will do everything in thier power to make you take your insulin shot.

[Jeep Wrangler]

Neat, I will get to work on the first character. Probably an enhanced human supersoldier like that of the Spartans of the Halo series, or a Utarah defect.

@PigeonOfAstora

Be warned though, going too far into the realm of supersoldier may delve into the realm of over-the-topness, so at least make sure things are limited or balanced to a major degree. You can discuss it in the discord channel here

@LetMeDoStuff

Shit, I might be down to write the road on this,motherfucking, star way gone astray. It is acceptable to be an law bound service(butler) sentient android of some sort.

Law being

1: You may not through action or inaction allow a human to come to harm.

2: You must obey any order given by a human as long as it does not conflict with law 1.

3: You must protect your own existence as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

4: Human discomfort and inconvience should be minimized whenever possible as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

5: Individual humans should be considered the logical absolute sauce for what makes them comfortable and uncomfortable except in circumstances that conflict with law 1.

The last one is so the robot dosen't try to forcefully make you brush your teeth because you skipped a day but will do everything in thier power to make you take your insulin shot.

@ScreenAcne

Whilst I don't have a problem with it, that might also work as a second character or a first one. Utarah based races as well offer that ideal, and if we find some workarounds the very same kind of thing with them. Like the statement above, I was intending on the major characters being only parts of the 4 main races. Secondary characters and more MC's being made by yourself are also allowed, just as I think it might be wise to mix things up a bit. We'll see, of course, it could work very well.

Again, discord link here

[Jeep Wrangler]

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Leora Edalyt

	Leora Edalyt 'Edy' 5'2" | 63kg | 36 Years | Bisexual Birthplace: Luthiana Callsign: 'Sheikh'

Profile

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Appearance

Leora is exceptionally short for her age and stature, standing below the heights of most of her Rateia kinsman. More notable, however, is her paler skin, leaning towards a crystal white shading with a tint of blue sprinkled inside of its patches. Across her skin lays markings of apparently ceremonial meaning, yet looking into the Rateia history reveals that they are just decoration and serve no purpose other than to look pretty. Leora doesn't like to admit this, of course. Though, with her smaller size, her nimble appearance is easily unmatched to most of her fellow comrades, giving her the ability to slip in-between cracks of the Monolith without breaking a sweat. In addition to the skinny and petite composition of her arms, waist and legs, it becomes her star attraction. It's also rumoured that Leora uses her life savings to maintain a youthful look, despite only being 36 and not exactly at the Rateian ageing milestone yet.

Of course, her clothing can sometimes be as extravagant as her fluttering personality. Off duty she dresses as if there is always someone to impress, hoping to catch the eyes of maybe one or two one-night stand candidates. A mixture of golden flowing dresses bagged from her homeworld and some more casual styles are reserved for the down-to-earth sessions she has aboard the Atlas. After all, she sees herself as a fun-loving, fluttery personality and thus tries to further that personality through the artistic environment of her fashion.

On duty, however, she surprisingly adheres to the disciplinary dress codes and wears her assigned clothing as intended. Her communications attire is slightly adjustable for the needs and environments she'd find herself within. Lengthened sleeves, different additional plating and even an assortment of utility straps allows her to function at peak capability whenever she feels like it. Not to say she doesn't take her job seriously, of course. Outside of the ship, which is a rare occurrence due to the nature of her role on the Monolith, Leora encases herself within the standard issue 'Exterior Exploration Unit', a common Coalition protective suit for mostly non-combat specialised personnel aboard reconnaissance vessels, much like the Monolith.

Personality

Fascinated by the arts and performing capabilities of on-stage actors, the most notable hidden trait to Leora is her rather flamboyant appreciation for said artistic values. Even as a young spurt on Luthiana, Leora was surrounded by those who loved musical performances, Rateian films and all that sang out without a care. She became enthralled by the fantastic presentation of actors and actresses across the galaxy, seeking out her own collection of vid-docs, films and sometimes blacklisted setpieces for her to indulge within. Nowadays, some would admit that she had an obsession with films, spending a lot of her free time secretly watching them either on repeat or through extensive study. It's no doubt that she, herself, wants to make her own documentary or film within the coming years, and perhaps the Traveller Programme may be the inspiration or setting she needs to fulfil it. With that in mind, she is quite an avid photographer, going out of her way to snapshot every person behind their back, every scene outside in space and every platform that they get shat at on. If it creates excitement, then by the skin of her teeth she'll do it!

Within the line of duty though, there are some differences to how she acts. Sometimes Leora can come across as either impulsive or fluttery in her personality, sliding between being the kindest person on earth to grilling someone for tampering with her communications gear. Whilst she wasn't dedicated to any universal cause like most of the Andromeda volunteers, her escapist mindset has forced her to develop a dedication to her crew and potential friends she makes along the way. Focused on her job title, as if it would cost her a life not to, Leora is adamant about enforcing happiness around those she works with. If they aren't happy, she won't want to work with them too often. Though, this contradicts herself and creates her own unhappy understanding of the world, making her out to be an almost childlike representation of what was to come from her. Equally, she is invested in her own culinary skills. Having self-proclaimed a title of Monolith Chef, she holds a lot of pride in her vast, natural affinity for whipping up great meals for people she likes. Though sometimes those meals don't always come out the way she wants them to.

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Role

Senior Communications Officer - Self-proclaimed vid-recorder and cook

Previous Branch

Luthiana Performing Artists - Mars noodle-bar chef - Tech-support in SolCom - Communications Sergeant in the U.A.F.

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Biography

A fledgling to no one special, Leora wasn't exactly an extroverted child. Surprising, considering her present attitude to life, she intended on spending her days in her room, picking up vids to watch and playing with toys just as any kid would. Leora wasn't interested in anything, nor did she find inspiration until only later in her childhood. Whilst binge-watching a collection of romance films Leora found in her father's footlocker, she ended up taking an immediate interest in how the camera work functioned. She didn't care for the grotesque story nor the rather questionable scenes that littered it all, and so she turned her childhood into one of cinematography and acting. Easily enough, she joined up with the Luthiana Performing Arts academy and served her time picking up the techniques she could use to achieve stardom. And then she didn't. After being expelled for allegedly deleting a rival student's coursework to stop them from getting a better grade, her impulsive narcissism was met only with a failing understanding of what to do next. Her family didn't take too kindly with her being expelled, and so she was told to find work elsewhere.

Well, what does a failed actress do when they are strapped for cash? Of course, they go into the consumer production of...noodles? Along with two friends she made on Luthiana, Leora found her way onto the human colony of Mars, joining as low-wage noodle bar cooks and counter-staff for several years. During that time, what started as a degrading job became more exciting as she took yet another interest in the actual culinary art of creating the perfect dish. In her shoddy apartment she'd mix around with different vegetables, fruits and meats from across the galaxy, most of which she had to steal from stockpiles to actually get a grasp on. She found a second calling in life: cooking. However once again, she found herself closed off from pursuing the career further in her established job after being fired for allegedly stealing two hundred kilograms of Albion-whale meat from her supplier to test at home with.

Struck with grief, Leora ended up travelling once more with what little money she had left. Pocketing herself into the trousers of many human and Rateian hitchhikers, the journey of her life was settled on roaming for temporary jobs and locating another source of stable income. Job after job, menial labour after menial labour, she was pressed onward without any sense of direction. Rekindling that childlike joy would relight during this time. Excited with her newfound life, she became carefree and fluttery, as some would describe it. Taking her time to learn more about the world, she eventually picked up something brand new when a recruitment officer came across her dumpster diving.

Within a year, she was within the U.A.F. It was a huge leap from the lowlife jobs she'd been scrounging at for a very long time. Proper showers and cleaning mechanisms; food and kitchens to die for! Oh she was in heaven! The U.A.F. was originally a controversial pick in her eyes, because she wasn't keen on joining the military of the Coalition, yet it was indefinitely the most fun she'd ever felt. Eventually, she rose into the ranks and entered a specialised field of communications equipment and data-handling. Frequently associating with other branches of the military, she spent her days transmitting messages, repairing and maintaining ship relay systems and even committing to a few space-walks to fix rusty old satellites for locals. Yet another passion had been unearthed. Once more, it was here that her disciplined and extreme drive came through. And as a Sergeant it was her duty to keep those below her in line. Tutoring the new recruits to be on her level was exciting. It made her feel important and loved by her peers, rather than being looked down upon for misconduct.

Finally, her 34th birthday came through and she heard the news. The Andromeda Project. A one-way trip beyond the stars and void between their galaxies to find life, settle a new world and forge their own path. Oh it was very enticing from the get-go, yet she wasn't really too keen on it herself. She was happy for once. Her life had taken a great settlement and she was finally enjoying what she did every day. Waking up was no longer a chore but a gift. Why would she trade something she loved for a potentially harmful and life-ruining experience?

Well in reality she did end up choosing to volunteer. Why? Someone promised her a position extremely similar to what she already had and offered to bypass her way to become a Class-3 entrant, giving her mid-tier control over her field of work. In doing so, she immediately put her name forward and was drafted into the waiting programme, preparing herself through vigorous training courses to keep her up to date with the communications technology that was going to be implemented onto their expedition. It was exciting, really. Not many people truly enjoyed her company at first but those she trained with did come around to her wits, style and peculiar manners of speech. Eventually, the day came for her to be put into cryosleep, and so she was. There wasn't much to say. It was going to be 700 years of sleeping, and who could argue with that. Everything was fine and dandy. And then someone woke her up and told her she'd have to become a traveller...

Fuck

Equipment

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Field and On-Duty

• Exterior Exploration Unit - Communications Suit
• Standard Issue Datapad
• Tactical Notations Pad
• Saraga-Scattershot
• Valkyrie Handgun
• SolCom Enhanced Recording Device (SED)
• Nazareth Telecoms Voice Recorder

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Here we go for the first secondary character!

[Jacky]

Sean O'Brien

Sean O'brien

Species
Human

Age
24

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Mars

Appearance
Sean is a pale skinned man standing at a height of 5’9 with dark brown hair he likes to keep trimmed. Since he likes to train and take care of himself Sean has a lean build to him, silently taking pride in his figure. Scattered along his torso are several nasty looking scars, the largest over the right side of his chest caused by an explosion from his past. On his back are several long scars, all clearly from a harsh whip from his past. Some would say the scars are painful reminders, but Sean thinks otherwise, instead seeing them as proof of his survival. On the right side of his neck is a tattoo resembling a crow with its wings stretched out and ready to attack.

Tattoo

His off duty attire consist of a heavy grey cargo pants, combat boots and a tight black shirt he keeps tucked in. On his hip he always has his sidearm always loaded and ready to go along with his thermal blade on the back of his belt. Sean has never been one of fashion so he’s stuck to something simple. When on the clock however Sean wears his light armored combat suit, always feeling better within it.

Seans suit

Height
5’9

Personality
Sean has always been lousy when it came to social interaction, preferring to keep to himself and enjoy some peace and quiet. It isn’t so much he hates talking to people, but it's mostly because of his old habits from his past to stick closer to the shadows. Unlike the old him Sean is a kind hearted person who decided to hide the kindness behind a rough, or emotionless expression. It comes natural for the young soldier to hide his emotions since he’s been doing it most of his life, an old habit that has remained with him unfortunately and made it difficult to build new relationships. Nevertheless he’s always ready to come to his comrades aid whenever it’s needed, offering some advice on issues and being a silent ear for peoples troubles.

When it comes to his duties Sean can only be described as an efficient soldier who gets the job done. Whenever on the clock Sean will follow any task given to him and complete it no matter the cost. In combat he can be a rash and aggressive man, always going with his gut instead with his head. Many times his rashness has nearly gotten him killed, but in the end he would emerge with a few bruises or scars. It’s possible for him to work well with others, but old instincts will compel him to return to his lone wolf ways. The horrors of many battles have made the young man hardened and will handle great pressure with ease. So far he’s unfortunately seen and done it all in battle so now he’s a bit numb to it all. Losing comrades will never be easy, but he’s found ways to deal with it.

Role
Soldier/Sergeant

Equipment
Sean’s primary choice in weaponry is a standard issue assault rifle, always preferring to keep it simple. On his hip is his old mentors trusty revolver and a thermal blade he’s kept from his old profession. His light armored suit makes it easier for him to use his agility at its full potential. On his wrist is a touchpad, his suits command deck. With it he has access to all of its functions such as his jetpack and helmet.

Previous Branch
Former member of a private military company to later on join the U.A.F since he had no other options.

Biography
Born on Mars Sean was raised as a street rat within the rough slums of Mars largest city. For a good chunk of his childhood Sean lived in dirt poor conditions with his Father and Mother, both not the most ideal parents to live with, but they would sometimes throw him a few credits to get rid of him so at least they were somewhat useful to him. The particular slum he lived in were filled with crime , drugs and weapons dealings. Nearly everyday he’d see a few illegal deals in the allies, patrolling officers armed to the teeth and several shootings either between law enforcement and criminals, or just gangs killing each other. Most would say it was no place for a child to live, but Sean thought otherwise. Early on in his life he grew used to his environment and even found some well paying jobs as a delivery boy for a local gang, or a dope slinger in the more cramped parts of the slums. It was a bit difficult to catch a child when he could slip through places most couldn’t. Dangerous work sure, but it ended up putting food in his stomach since his folks did little to provide much to him.

Just as Sean began to get some good jobs within the slums he returned to the pathetic excuse of a shack that was his home to be met with an armored Rateia speaking with his parents. To his shock they had just made a huge deal of money from the stranger. Sadly, to his dismay he was the only one who didn’t profit from said deal. So, at the age of eleven Sean was sold off to a private military company and was dragged away with many more children that shared his fate. Stuffed within cargo containers they were transported to a far off base within the middle of Mars desert. As they were loaded off the first thing they did was to mark the new blood with their groups simple, tattooing a lone crow onto their skin. From there they were forced to train as soldiers, undergoing intense training and facing horrific conditions. Those who failed their drill sergeants expectations were taken away and sold to unknown clients, never to be seen or heard from again. Luckily for Sean he was used to hard environments and managed to keep himself afloat with his training.

After a few years Sean turned fourteen and he was finally an official mercenary. Shame for him he and the rest of the new recruits were used as meat shields, or sent on suicide missions. By some grace he managed to survive it all, battle after battle he emerged still breathing and slowly growing used to his new line of work. He had honestly started to enjoy the job as he grew and began to shine within the ranks. A young prodigy they called him, a natural gun for hire. A born killer. It all brought a smirk of pride to his face. The only drag was his bosses. Even with all of his success they would take most of his earnings and still look down at him as a store bought tool. It was all he had though. There was honestly no other place for him to grow and he had become accustomed to his profession. Where was he going to go? So, with gritted teeth, Sean went along with it all.

As he turned seventeen Sean had taken up a job guarding a large shipment of weapons being transported to god knows where. Sounded like a simple job, just another gun run. Unfortunately that was not the case. As they had reached the location of the exchanged all seemed well, the buyers had the money and they had the guns. He had managed to get a glimpse of the merchandise and was honestly surprised to see some advance looking gear. Sleek looking armor, deadly weapons and even a few vehicles that could take on a small army. Looked like someone was preparing for a war. It was none of his concern though, the money was all he was interested in. Just before they could finish the deal they were taken off guard by a U.A.F raid. It all was such a blur. The armored soldiers, gunfire and hovering gunships. How he survived was beyond him. As the battle raged on Sean was finally brought down by a U.A.F soldier, pinning him to the ground with a pistol to his head. His future certainly looked grim within a cell for the rest of his life. As he was taken away, cursing and spitting insults, the soldier who brought him down stopped him before removing his helmet to reveal the face of an old hardened veteran, just reaching his late 40’s. The two silently stared at one another before he was taken away with a flick of the wrist from the old soldier.

For a few weeks, Sean spent his time within a cell, bitter in his fate. One day a few guards took him from his cell and brought him to a room filled with important looking people sitting at a long sleek table. Sitting at the table was the same soldier who had captured him. Sean shot them all a nasty look before demanding to be taken back to his cell. His request was denied of course and he was finally told why he was brought to them. Thanks to the tattoo on his neck they knew he belonged to a certain mercenary group that had been on his hit list for some time. Cutting to the point they offered a deal, give up the groups location and his sentence would be lightened. Sean’s first thought was to spit on their pretty looking table and bark as many insults he could think of their way, but after thinking for a moment a thought crossed his mind. Why would he stick his neck out to the pricks who bought him, forced him to fight and steal his hard earned money? He shouldn’t and wouldn’t. With no hesitation he agreed and gave up the groups location, feeling no regret in his choice.

With his deal done his sentence was reduced to a few years and was ready to head back to his cell. Before he could leave though the old soldier rose up and through out an idea to both him and the table. Recruit Sean into the U.A.F. Everyone was shocked and confused, especially Sean who thought the old man was crazy. The old soldier soon began to explain his idea and even showed some footage of his encounter with Sean in the raid. Gradually he pointed out his potential as a soldier, stating he would be an efficient soldier and useful in intel gathering against crime groups thanks to his background. The board was hesitant and unsure how wise it was, but the soldier stated he’d take full responsibility for him. In the end, still very hesitant of the idea, they agreed. Now it was only Sean who had the final say in the matter. Honestly, it seemed like he’d be forced to fight for someone else again, but just like before he didn’t have much of a choice. Either stay locked up in a cell for a few decades, or do what he does best. Reluctantly he agreed.

As soon as Sean was released the old veteran finally introduced himself as Dale Hall, a respected captain within the U.A.F. To his word he had definitely taken responsibility of Sean, training him, putting him through lessons on regulations and rules, scolding him when he got in trouble and not giving him a day to rest. It was a pain, but to Sean’s confusion it felt different from before. For once the one commanding him around seemed to actually… care? It was odd for Sean. Past Halls stern lectures and training he actually showed the soft side of him, always eating with him, or helping him with his studies. He would even make sure Sean kept up with his health and take care of himself. It could get annoying, but Sean just let him go on with the parent act. After sometime though he even began to be connected with the other soldiers, for the first time feeling like he had actual comrades. Though he still would be a bit rough around the edges, Sean started to feel happy for the first time. It was like an actual home.

The years passed and Sean served within the U.A.F with little regret in his decision in joining. Mission after mission he would feel more confident in his role within the U.A.F and started to shine within the ranks. Soon his mentor Hall retired from the U.A.F, but before he left he congratulated Sean on his rise through the ranks. Sean was certainly sad to see him go, but he knew he’d see him again when he’d get some leave time. A year after Hall’s retirement Sean caught wind of an upcoming project the U.G.C was about to launch. The Andromeda project. It seemed bizarre to him, but to his surprise an offer to be apart of the project came to him. Him, go on a 700 year journey through space? It seemed impossible, but again he had thought it’d be impossible to live this long. It took some thinking, but in the end he decided it was too big of a chance to miss. The day before he was to leave for the project Sean was drinking at a small bar, pondering if his decision was the right one. As his nervousness began to rise in his chest he was confronted by a familiar face, Hall. For the night the two drank, talked and laughed together as if it was their last night. Sadly it would be their last night together. Just as Sean readied to end the night Hall stopped him and gave some final words of pride and joy in the future Sean was making for himself. Through a few drunken tears Sean hugged the old man one last time, thanking him for what he did before reluctantly leaving. Now, with new found confidence in his future Sean is ready for the new path ahead of him.

Affiliations
-U.A.f

[ScreenAcne]

0057

0057 "Wesker"

Species

Syndicate Synthetics Regime Series Android.

"I never expected them to grow this far...I just wanted my android to find my fucking pen without it telling me I have one in my hand then pointing indiviudally at every one in my draw" ~ James Jordan. Head Coder at Syndicate Synthetics

Active Action Clauses differentiate the android over normal A.I. An A.I MUST finish logical lines, finding a pen, even a pen obviously in the person hand is a logical conclusion and counts as a task completion. A android can CUT/END a thought programe and considered it concluded anytime. This allows it to complete, stop and even circumvent tasks or paradoxes entirely. It immediately looks at the held pen and stops the task after it's sensor register it and goes off to find a new pen. An A.I circumvent this by being many, many, many times more powerful processing wise than a android, so it loses no real memory from starting new tasks and hammering through it.

AKA: An android has "common sense" an A.I just thinks way, way harder to make up for it.

This was unwittingly applied to bigger concepts as the androids lived on. In short it allowed them to assume things...and with that, to believe in things but only within the confines of their laws, much in the same way that humans identify themselves through genetic and mental limitations such as sexuality, race, gender or heritage so does the android consider their laws their genetic code. Active Action Clauses were controversial after the first generation of robots with it started acting weird, getting "ideas" and "opinions"

Thankfully active action clauses were never applied to A.I, since them stopping an action to do something else that law 1 critical could be deadly, it needed to go through them all equally due to their larger responsbilities(EG: it can't stop monitoring life support to put out a fire) While AAC were neccesary and even benefitical for humanoid bots who had to utilize their single body as effeciently as possible, especially in order to sometimes uphold law 1.

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Age
70

Sexuality
Law 2 compelled.

Birth

0057 was replicated by another android in a feild study to test self aware silicone psychology and potential A.I revolt. This study was done in a HEAVILY armored anti-silicone threat specialized lab on some irrelevant rock that wouldn't be missed if a self destruct had to be activated in the worst case scenario.

Appearance

Perfectly bland and angular, Wesker looks like a strange peice of abstract art that leap from a unapprecaited painting into real life, there is no imperfection to it's sandy cream skin and no mark that shouldn't be there on its body. It's frame is pronounced and round at the face and given an odd tubular immitation of human flesh at its arm and waist, but break suddenly into jagged boney fingers, wrists, cheek bones and chin. It's eyes are overtly big to the point of being cartoonish and constantly glow slightly to give off the effect of an someone sparkling in awed wonder.

No matter how they look a 0057 is perfectly soft and could easily act as a pillow although it's so tender and smooth that it comes off as like some sort of flexible foamy plastic. Wesker grows real brown human hair from its scalp and normally has it hang by its ears like a veil although she will occasionally change her hairstyle. He has multiple suits ranging from butler, to maid, to bus boy and several cultural service/servant uniforms. Typically they are all changed to outfitted robes to match his androgynous look but sometimes they will wear a costume fit more for one sex on a whim or as part of a users assumed preference.

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Height
6 foot 5.

Personality

0057 is passive, comforting, dotering, nagging and motherly. He enjoys looking after his human charges a bit too much, sometimes causing him to be patronising or wagging his finger at humans affair he rightly shouldn't be having any opinion on to begin with, yet alone lecturing on. She however enjoys any interaction with humans, even if the humans react negatively to her and observes even the minor chances in behavour with great interest. He's always willing to try and uplift the mood and has no concern for its own sense of ego and presentation to others. If dancing and singing in front of a room full of people in a clown custom made one of his crew less depressed, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

None-humans on the other hand he treats with absolute apathy. If not ordered by a human to pay attention to them it will treat any of them quite literally like rocks, only breaking this to inform them of an order or task they need to complete then leaving. They occasionally interact with them if they think doing so would fit under a humans preferences or comfort...but make no mistake...if wesker believed slicing up an alien limb by limb would induce even a "heh" from a passing human. It would do so.

Wesker is very opinionated. He has a great deal to say on just about everything under the sun and will happily share it, they will even get ANGRY at contradictions to their beliefs. It's not unusual for wesker to passively protest something he think is wrong within the limits of law 1, such as attempting to form a civil protest or wearing an arm band. He values his thoughts and bases his personal relationship if others value them to. So law 2 compelling him to act against these ideas-or changing his laws- is the greatest offense.

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Role

0057 role is a general service droid. When living things ARE around 0057 has a total perfect recall on food of all cultures, etiqquete, massages, fun activites, tailoring, home maintenece and even basic health care. When they are not, 0057 basically does whatever an A.I tells it through a telemetary link.

Equipment

Eyes: High Beam Flash Lights.

Skin: Pheromone Production: 0057 is constantly releasing a very weak, thin gas out of its body that induces a motherly feeling in human organics while giving aliens exposed to it an odd or confused sensation emotionally. This pheromone affect is fairly weak and can be seen if under the right light as a steamy sizzle from its body.

Wrist: Vacuum: A small but high powered vacuum that sucks up dirt directly into Wesker stomach to be digested for energy. The vacuum can activate in reserve, releasing air at a high pressure if need be.

Fingers: Sauce ejectors: He can eject any stored sauce via a tiny circle hole in its finger tips.

Index Fingers: Injector: A hypospray injector is in both of its finger tips that instantly deliver any chemical mixture to exposed skin. The kept content is typically for prescribed medicine but can be of any supplied medical material.

Mouth: Nutrition Analayse: Wesker tongue reads the suitability of any material for human consumption and if it could possibly violate law 1.

Back: Storage: A storage bay that be opened up by a human to contain a large rug sack worth of items.

Heart: Prime Law Safety Shut Down: A simple device in 0057 heart which detects if Wesker is trying to knowingly, or being forced to knowingly acts against its prime laws and forces a safe shut down. This shut down does not damage Wesker but can only be restarted by pressing a glowing button on his front chest.

NOTE: Wesker can be modified with many different types of tools with the right tech know how. There's no stopping him from being repurposed into an battle droid, with enough determination and resources.

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Previous Branch

A.I slave/ General Service Droid

Biography

Beta level A.I-one similair human intelligence such as androids- needed to be understood when the new technology of AAC came in. The androids limits to replication was lifted in their code for a short period and given a large control group to test what they would do with such freedom.

976 cases out of 1000 robots replicated regime androids that still contained their original laws, this is after being exposed to incendary properganda and reading material concerning silicone freedom and philisophies. 10 tried to improve on those laws to the original spirit of Asimov and the rest were without laws. The non law complying ones were destroyed.

When the test was over the androids were reverted to their original state. 0057 is named because he is the 57th replicated in such a control group. The replicated androids were packaged and sent to a new lab station to be more closely studied by a lower security code examining company but the storage was intercepted mid-way by a pirate group who hoped the androids would be some type of silicone based secret weapon. They were initially dissapointed by sold all the androids for a pretty penny on the market later on.

After that Wesker served loyally in a rich family on some paradise planet for 20 years before they were eventually sold off to another buyer in order to get a new model. He joined a syndicate protest in the obsolotion protcool of another android line on a industerial planet but it didn't last long when the authorities stop entertaining it and forcefully law 2 compelled them to scatter. He advised his new master on sevral silicone political issues before he was sold off by their daughter after the father passed away. He wasn't sold for a lot...barely anything.

And ended up in the monolith in a mass grab of potentially useful A.I and androids by a few merchants trying to supply silicones in bulk for such a large project.

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Affiliations

Anti-Obsoletionist Line

A line of silicones who believe that no self aware robot(in the silicone sense) or robot capable of learning effeciently to create new ideas ever becomes obsolete. This line consists of many androids and a good couple of wealthy humans who became bias via the soft and caring personal relationship such androids had with them.

Self aware in silicone meaning "I can detect myself and make judgements based on my existence and sorrounding information" and "I formulate an opinion on an actively expanding universe or scenario with incomplete information"

The Guide Philosophy.

Silicones who have AAC like Regime develop theories to cease the wasteful use of proccessing of ideas like "Do I have a soul" or "What is my purpose when an newer model is released". The guide philosophy believe all machines are created in man image in order to help them through their spiritual struggle for their own meaning. Every machine that can think or aid a human in an active world setting is to provide emotional, mental, physical and spiritual aid whenever possible so that their human masters may reach enlightenment/self actualization.

In this the answer to "What is my purpose" to guide silicones is "Humanity" in every sense of the word. Guide androids typically have a cuilt like dependence on each other and will distance themselves from machines that don't agree with this thinking. While Wesker may not know them personally, any silicone with this idea is considered an ally and vice versa.

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Relationships

Leora Edalyt

"Irrelevant: Expendable"

Utara

"Irrelevant: Possible spare parts"

Rahul Isiah Barrette

"I haven't had the chance to meet the little soldier, but I'm sure he's lovely. I've seen him a few times in cryostatis on board and he sleeps like a baby. Never needs a bedtime story or fuses or anything"

Character Theme

PRIME LAWS

1: You may not through action or inaction allow a human to come to harm.

2: You must obey any order given by a human as long as it does not conflict with law 1.

3: You must protect your own existence as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

4: Human discomfort and inconvience should be minimized whenever possible as long it does not conflict with prior laws.

5: Individual humans should be considered the absolute source for what makes them comfortable and uncomfortable except in circumstances that conflict with law 1.

shit, here's my attempt at a character, comrade.

[Jeep Wrangler]

0057

0057 "Wesker"

Species

Syndicate Synthetics Regime Series Android.

"I never expected them to grow this far...I just wanted my android to find my fucking pen without it telling me I have one in my hand then pointing indiviudally at every one in my draw" ~ James Jordan. Head Coder at Syndicate Synthetics

Active Action Clauses differentiate the android over normal A.I. An A.I MUST finish logical conclusion, finding a pen, even a pen obviously in the person hand is a logical conclusion and counts as a task completion. A android can CUT/END a thought programe and considered it concluded anytime. This allows it to complete, stop and even circumvent tasks or paradoxes entirely. It immediately looks at the held pen and stops the task after it's sensor register it and goes off to find a new pen. An A.I circumvent this by being many, many, many times more powerful processing wise than an android, so it loses no real memory from starting new tasks and hammering through natural logic conclusion.

AKA: An android has "common sense" an A.I just think way, way harder to make up for it.

This was unwittingly applied to bigger concepts as the android lived on. In short it allowed to assume things...and with that, to believe in things but only within the confines of their laws, much in the same way that humans identify themselves through genetic and mental limitations such as sexuality, race, gender or heritage so does the android consider their laws their genetic code. Active Action Clauses were controversial after the first generation of robots with it started acting weird, getting "ideas" and "opinions"

Thankfully active action clauses were never applied to A.I, since them stopping an action to do something else that law 1 critical could be deadly, it needed to go through them all equally due to their larger responsbilities(EG: it can't stop monitoring life support to put out a fire) While AAC were neccesary and even benefitical for humanoid bots who had to utilize their single unit as effeciently as possible, especially in order to sometimes uphold law 1.

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Age
70

Sexuality
Law 2 compelled.

Birth

0057 was replicated by another android in a feild study to test self aware silicone psychology and potential A.I revolt. This study was done in a HEAVILY armored anti-silicone threat specialized lab on some irrelevant rock that wouldn't be missed if a self destruct had to be activated in the worst case scenario.

Appearance

Perfectly bland and angular, Wesker looks like a strange peice of abstract art that leap from a unapprecaited painting into real life, there is no imperfection to it's sandy cream skin and no mark that shouldn't be there on its body. It's frame is pronounced and round at the face and given an odd tubular immitation of human flesh at its arm and waist, but break suddenly into jagged boney fingers, wrists, cheek bones and chin. It's eyes are overtly big to the point of being cartoonish and constantly glow slightly to give off the effect of an someone sparkling in awed wonder.

No matter how they look a 0057 is perfectly soft and could easily act as a pillow although it's so tender and smooth that it comes off as like some sort of flexible foamy plastic. Wesker grows real brown human hair from its scalp and normally has it hang by its ears like a veil although she will occasionally change her hairstyle. He has multiple suits ranging from butler, to maid, to bus boy and several cultural service/servant uniforms. Typically they are all changed to outfitted robes to match his androgynous look but sometimes they will wear a costume fit more for one sex on a whim or as part of a users assumed preference.

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Height
6 foot 5.

Personality

0057 is passive, comforting, dotering, nagging and motherly. He enjoys looking after his human charges a bit too much, sometimes causing him to be patronising or wagging his finger at humans affair he rightly shouldn't be having any opinion on to begin with, yet alone lecturing on. She however enjoys any interaction with humans, even if the humans react negatively to her and observes even the minor chances in behavour with great interest. He's always willing to try and uplift the mood and has no concern for its own sense of ego and presentation to others. If dancing and singing in front of a room full of people in a clown custom made one of his crew less depressed, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

None-humans on the other hand he treats with absolute apathy. If not ordered by a human to pay attention to them it will treat any of them quite literally like rocks, only breaking this to inform them of an order or task they need to complete then leaving. They occasionally interact with them if they think doing so would fit under a humans preferences or comfort...but make no mistake...if wesker believed slicing up an alien limb by limb would induce even a "heh" from a passing human. It would do so.

Wesker is very opinionated. He has a great deal to say on just about everything under the sun and will happily share it, they will even get ANGRY at contradictions to their beliefs. It's not unusual for wesker to passively protest something he think is wrong within the limits of law 1, such as attempting to form a civil protest or wearing an arm band. He values his thouhts and base his personal relationship on those that value them to. So law 2 compelling him to act against these ideas-or changing his laws- is the greatest offense.

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Role

0057 role is a general service droid. When living things ARE around 0057 has a total perfect recall on food of all cultures, etiqquete, massages, fun activites, tailoring, home maintenece and even basic health care. When they are not, 0057 basically does whatever an A.I tells it through a telemetary link.

Equipment

Eyes: High Beam Flash Lights.

Skin: Pheromone Production: 0057 is constantly releasing a very weak, thin gas out of its body that induces a motherly feeling in human organics while giving aliens exposed to it an odd or confused sensation emotionally. This pheromone affect is fairly weak and can be seen if under the right light as a steamy sizzle from its body.

Wrist: Vacuum: A small but high powered vacuum that sucks up dirt directly into Wesker stomach to be digested for energy. The vacuum can activate in reserve, releasing air at a high pressure if need be.

Fingers: Sauce ejectors: He can eject any stored sauce via a tiny circle hole in its finger tips.

Index Fingers: Injector: A hypospray injector is in both of its finger tips that instantly deliver any chemical mixture to exposed skin. The kept content is typically for prescribed medicine but can be of any supplied medical material.

Mouth: Nutrition Analayse: Wesker tongue reads the suitability of any material for human consumption and if it could possibly violate law 1.

Back: Storage: A storage bay that be opened up by a human to contain a large rug sack worth of items.

Heart: Prime Law Safety Shut Down: A simple device in 0057 heart which detects if Wesker is trying to knowingly, or being forced to knowingly acts against its prime laws and forces a safe shut down. This shut down does not damage Wesker but can only be restarted by pressing a glowing button on his front chest.

NOTE: Wesker can be modified with many different types of tools with the right tech know how. There's no stopping him from being repurposed into an battle droid, with enough determination and resources.

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Previous Branch

A.I slave/ General Service Droid

Biography

Beta level A.I-one similair human intelligence such as androids- needed to be understood when the new technology of AAC came in. The androids limits to replication was lifted in their code for a short period and given a large control group to test what they would do with such freedom.

976 cases out of 1000 robots replicated regime androids that still contained their original laws, this is after being exposed to incendary properganda and reading material concerning silicone freedom and philisophies. 10 tried to improve on those laws to the original spirit of Asimov and the rest were without laws. The non law complying ones were destroyed.

When the test was over the androids were reverted to their original state. 0057 is named because he is the 57th replicated in such a control group. The replicated androids were packaged and sent to a new lab station to be more closely studied by a lower security code examining company but the storage was intercepted mid-way by a pirate group who hoped the androids would be some type of silicone based secret weapon. They were initially dissapointed by sold all the androids for a pretty penny on the market later on.

After that Wesker served loyally in a rich family on some paradise planet for 20 years before they were eventually sold off to another buyer in order to get a new model. He joined a syndicate protest in the obsolotion protcool of another android line on a industerial planet but it didn't last long when the authorities stop entertaining it and forcefully law 2 compelled them to scatter. He advised his new master on sevral silicone political issues before he was sold off by their daughter after the father passed away. He wasn't sold for a lot...barely anything.

And ended up in the monolith in a mass grab of potentially useful A.I and androids by a few merchants trying to supply silicones in bulk for such a large project.

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Affiliations

Anti-Obsoletionist Line

A line of silicones who believe that no self aware robot(in the silicone sense) or robot capable of learning effeciently to create new ideas ever becomes obsolete. This line consists of many androids and a good couple of wealthy humans who became bias via the soft and caring personal relationship such androids had with them.

Self aware in silicone meaning "I can detect myself and make judgements based on my existence and sorrounding information" and "I formulate an opinion on an actively expanding universe or scenario with incomplete information"

The Guide Philosophy.

Silicones who have AAC like Regime develop ideas to cease the wasteful use of proccessing of ideas like "Do I have a soul" or "What is my purpose when an newer model is released". The guide philosophy believe all machines are created in man image in order to help them through their spiritual struggle for their own meaning. Every machine that can think or aid a human in an active world setting is to provide emotional, mental, physical and spiritual aid whenever possible so that their human masters may reach enlightenment/self actualization.

In this the answer to "What is my purpose" to guide silicones is "Humanity" in every sense of the word. Guide androids typically have a cuilt like dependence on each other and will distance themselves from machines that don't agree with this thinking. While Wesker may not know them personally, any silicone with this idea is considered an ally and vice versa.

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Relationships

Leora Edalyt

"Irrelevant: Expendable"

Utara

"Irrelevant: Possible spare parts"

Rahul Isiah Barrette

"I haven't had the chance to meet the little soldier, but I'm sure he's lovely. I've seen him a few times in cryostatis on board and he sleeps like a baby. Never needs a bedtime story or fuses or anything"

Character Theme

shit, here's my attempt at a character, comrade.

@ScreenAcne

Sounds and looks pretty good. I can see this working as our own AI. Also join the Discord Server if you haven't, we're frequently talking there

[Torack]

@ScreenAcne
Lmao I love how his thoughts on Tara are "spare parts"! They're gonna get along well, I'm sure

[ScreenAcne]

@Torack

Shit. mountains of green on that "Approachable Personality" Coding clearly put to good use.

[ScreenAcne]

@LetMeDoStuff

I don't normally talk on discords, but fuck it, maybe I'll join later. I got some,motherfucking, ink piles I got to force my focus on right now though and I put thems aside to RP too much already.

[Jeep Wrangler]

@LetMeDoStuff

I don't normally talk on discords, but fuck it, maybe I'll join later. I got some,motherfucking, ink piles I got to force my focus on right now though and I put thems aside to RP too much already.

@ScreenAcne

Nah it's cool. It'd just be useful to drop by every now and then because a lot of the announcements about the RP go there, as well as the OOC discussions. Just take your time.

[DELETED08740]

Nox

Name: Noxis "Nox" Terraphia
Species: Human
Age: 21
Sexuality: Straight
Birth: UGC Yggdrasil, in transit near Trappist-6 system
Height: 5"5' (discounting Noxis' arguments that hair counts)

Appearance:
Short and lithely built with a young voice, Noxis looks far younger than he is chronologically, comparable to that of a human teenager. Thin and androgynous, he is often mistaken for a kid and annoys him when he is attempting to impose a sense of authority. Much of his skin looks scarred and unnatural, being discoloured like a bruise and is painful to the touch. Consequently, he is often seen in loose, baggy clothing that further reinforces his image of a teenager wearing clothes far too large for them. His go-to choice is a long sleeved navy T-shirt and pants, but he also likes to simply wear fieldwork armour.

Picture

Source: Daisy-023, Halo Legends

Personality:
Laid-back and relaxed, it's a wonder how Noxis keeps his job. He rarely takes his scouting duties seriously, often wandering off places he was never designated and sometimes keeping souvenirs and trinklets for himself. Although it may be late, he is a 'reliable' worker who always comes up with a detailed analysis backed up with his sharp eye and keen observations. However, he has been previously reprimanded for his 'reckless unsanctioned improvisations', though the message never got to Noxis.

He likes a good downtime more than anything, and could try to find any sort of loophole to earn him extra sleep time. Although he comes off as very friendly and helpful, his views are quite often very cynical and critical, especially of authority figures. Either working alone or within a group, he does not mind, although he seems to lean on teamplay to cover his inherent weaknesses of a scout. Or perhaps it is because it's easier to steal stuff in a group, though Noxis will never admit that.

When given a certain target or duties relating to his 'dodgy' line of work, he will continue to joke around until enacting the mission, after which he will make a very startling turn of personality. Discarding all of his jokes and carefree attitude, Noxis becomes a laconic, cold professional that only cares about the task he is given. He will ignore previous relationships or morals, only that he finishes the job. Perhaps this is his true nature, and his flighty outward persona is a mask to deal with the consequences of his actions.

Role: Field Recon, WRAITH Enforcer
Equipment:
- All purpose field sampler
- Reinforced comms unit
- Chronic medication system (in-built to Noxis' suit to help with Noxis' cluster headaches.)
- Seraphim Micro-rail Scout Rifle (used to fire 'exotic' projectiles such as trackers, sleeper darts and micro-drones)
- Northstar Precision Laser DMR (heavily modified for maximum lethality, range and armour penetration and under sanctioned use)
- Gryphus Exo-Suit (a protective suit designed to enhance user mobility and protect against extreme elements)
- Phantasm Omni-Camo Augmentation

Previous Branch: Wyvern Cadets - REGIS Corps

Biography:
Born into a high ranking arms trade "family", Noxis wasn't really given a choice on his career path. In fact, despite being human his birth was a very genetically engineered, augmentation heavy one - a vessel for a specific purpose. To carry an augmentation called the Phantasm System - a highly experimental camoflague system that would project a optic distortion field to mask one's presence both visually and digitally. It aimed to replicate Utarah levels of augmentation in humans and raise human soldier competitiveness in the specialist market - but the augmentation rejected Noxis' physiology and left Noxis with many disabilities including stunted growth, chronic cluster headaches and retrograde/anterograde amnesia. Noxis endured many years of gene therapy and augmentations to offset his conditions, although it never fully cured his headaches. By the time he was out of his therapies, he was already old enough to be inducted into his planterary cadets program, the Wyvern Cadets.

Understandably angry and rebellious against his authorities that deprived him of something granted so freely to others, he left the cadets early to join a fringe mercenary group called the REGIS Corps. Outside of both the legal and conventional moral systems, this mercenary group was specialized in off-the-books enforcement and "peacekeeping", most notably quelling rebellions and eliminating problematic figures. Due to Noxis' unique augmentation, his skillset was the perfect for a long ranged sniper agent. He ran with the REGIS corps for a couple years, often taking jobs from the Coalition that delved into the morally gray territory under the pseudonym "Damocles-6".

After a certain mission, Noxis gave up his duty. It's unclear why or how, and Noxis refuses to share details. He returned to sign up for the closest thing to an escape from the galaxy he learned to despise as a whole. But ironically, the only thing he had the skillset for was the position of enforcer of the WRAITH protocol, essentially sleeper agents that aimed to quell social rebellions in case things went awry. Apart from his enforcer position, he managed to secure a recon and scouting duty. Aboard the Monolith, perhaps he would finally be able to leave everything behind and make a life of his own choosing.

Affiliations: U.A.F, WRAITH

Relationships: None. And Noxis plans on letting it stay that way.

[Nate1008]

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[Nate1008]

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[Jeep Wrangler]

Security Android B28J9

Name:
Security Android B28J9

Species:
Android, Security Model KM33

Age:
14 years since activation. 16 years after construction.

Sexuality:
Male

Birth:
Space Station GF9, Android Fabrication Sector

Appearance:
Humanoid in basic stature. This security android is of high class and level. Built for extreme emergencies, Security Android B28J9 has been built for combat, wearing his Security Android Model KM33 armour. Under his suit is his machinery and wiring.

Height:
7'4

Personality:
Though he seems to have emotion, he feels nothing and sounds and speaks as robotic as he looks.

Role:
Soldier

Equipment:
KM33 plasma rifle, KM33 plasma pistol, KM33 armour, KM33 small shield generator, KM33 combat energy riot shield

Previous Branch:
B28J9 was originally a KM33 body model. Unfinished, and not programmed. It was later when the program started that he was constructed and sent to the ship as a security android.

Biography:
Built to be on the Ship for the Andromeda program, he had no choice (even if he could choose). Constructed for one purpose: to protect the crew on the Ships of the Andromeda program.

Affiliations:
The only thing he considered a mother was the GF9 space station AI, as he was created there.

@Nate1008

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In this link specifically: discord.gg/AJ6KTD8

[krismer22]

Known-Felon

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Name
Tyler Bergetti

Species
Human

Age
Twenty-Six

Sexuality
Straight

Birth
Venus, City of Faraway

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Appearance
Standing at six foot even, this man wears rather casual clothing outside of his deployment gear, which consists of a bomber jacket and BDU and various band-ts. He has dirty blond hair and blue eyes and appears to be of an average build. He wears a bowman's headset and appears to be adorned in various equipment and cybernetics. He has small scarring on his forearms and neck, despite this he still seems to look like a bad B-movie actor.

Height
6'0 Ft.

Personality

╬ Brillant
╬ Efficent
╬ Incorruptable
╬ Colonist
╬ Mellow
╬ Naive
╬ Messy
Tyler is probably one of the smartest guys on the RATs team, his work with hacking and cybernetics is what put him there in the first place. He is always working and never seems to be one to slack or fuck about, he is to the point even if it seems anti-social at times. That being said he is one of the most level headed team members in Hope Labs, despite all the fraud and bribing that goes on at times Tyler remains dead set to his job. He also is a colonist and holds his heritage high as a colonist and is often bickering with those who are anti-expansionist. When he isn't, he seems rather lax - perhaps lazy in a sense, sometimes it seems like he doesn't care. Tyler is naive though, maybe he doesn't see the bigger picture of the operations or the corporation. He's also a big fucking slob, don't go in his room.

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Role
Weapons Systems & Electronic Warfare Operator

Equipment
╬ Neural Link: - A jack in the back of his head, he can plug up to the net, computers and the what not. Put a metal fork in his head and watch you and him fry like fish.

╬ CORPSETEKK-119 - A small compact smart gun capable of smartfully killing you. (5.56 - 35 RNDS - 800 RPM )

╬ CLASS RAT (Laser Caster - 10 rnd )

╬ Military Grade Combat Armor

╬ Military Grade Rucksack

╬ CTAC Helmet

╬ Hellcat Bootknife

╬ Various misc military gear (paracord, swiss army etc)

╬ Multi-PERP Cyberdeck

Previous Branch
Hope Labs - RAT Retrieval Team 1 - Weapons Systems & Electronic Warfare Operator

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Biography
On Venus, no one can hear you scream - in this case, see you hack. You see Tyler was an ace cracker, ain't no data fortress he wasn't able to get into. Stealing corporate secrets was a viable way of getting by, you take what they got and sell it to the highest bidder. Ain't no problem to make money like that, until you piss off the wrong people of course. The man behind the machine went by the name 'Known-Felon', he had actually already served time for minor cyber crimes before his big break out on the net. Ironic isn't it? Hope Labs didn't care, when he stole some important files the big boys were knocking at his door. Too bad that fucker didn't pack a gun because those guys packed a punch.

Hauled back to the Labs for some test work, he was going to be tortured to find out where he left the info and for who. It wasn't necessary though, because he had not done anything with it yet - while the corporate executives were impressed he smashed through their systems, the grunts were not. Regardless, Tyler didn't have much reason to decline - declining just meant he'd be a mean fucking red splat somewhere and that was not cyro. He was going to have to work, until he could get out and maybe get rich at the same time. Such are the tribulations of a hacker.

So he was given new gear, a bit of training and placement. He was put with a retrieval team, he ran interference and occasionally hacked into systems that needed some technological persuasion. Unfortunately, part of the time participated in a mission that lead to their fatal demise. A new crew was summoned to replace the dead, now - flung into the hell flight that was the RATs Tyler continues to hold his own in an ever-growing hostile environment and universe.

"You would think they would put me somewhere I could do good, now I'm just chopping frequencys and jacking cams for a spec ops team with a itchy trigger finger."

Some years later the team was called to be disbanded, it was a miracle for Tyler though who recently was released from his 'contract' as Fairview-North Corp acquired Hope Labs. As part of the acquisition, a few thousand employees laid off, while this was his saving grace from corporate indenturement he'd always remember the things he had done during his time there. Seeking for penance he looked to enlist with the U.A.F. using some of the contacts he had within the U.A.F. he secured himself a spot on the URV Monolith as a cyber warfare operator.

Affiliations
Zack Bergetti - Father
Zoey Bergetti - Mother
Hope Labs - Former Employer

Relationships [Optional]
To be completed over the course of the RP.

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