Name: Orion Rex
Age: 53
Height: 3' 4" [101.60 cm]
Weight: 48 Lbs [21.77 Kg]
Species: Cattonese
Hair/Fur color: Ginger and White
Eye color: Tritium Green
Unique marks: Has an external serial port embedded in the left side of his head, behind his ear.
Background: Orion was kidnapped from his regular life on Mau Ceti by a group of pirate smuggler's at a very young age. At first the outlaws thought they could sell him and several others as exotic pets, but soon learned they were dealing with actual conscious beings and not just stupid animals. A short massacre ensued, leaving Orion the sole survivor of his stolen brethren. For some reason, the ruthless pirates spared him and indoctrinated him into their crew. His small size was useful for them, he could squeeze into tight spots that they couldn't; which was good for thievin'. As the years went on, he grew too big to be useful in the art of 'mail-an-assassin'. So his quick reflexes made the outlaws push him into the high speed anti-gravity racing circuits. Orion excelled in these races, making a killing in winnings, as well as starting a promising legitimate career. He was even forced to undergo extensive surgeries to give him an unfair advantage in the races. Just as things got good, they pulled him from the races and forced him to take on a messier line of work. Having invested so much equipment into him, they figured the best return on their investment was to put a gun in the cat's hands and send him off to do what the feline species does best, Hunt. He complied for a couple of years before he grew tired and weary of the slave work. He absconded away with a ship along with his own personal armory and now lives an aimless life among the cosmos.
Having been a salvager, lone pilot, and part-time assassin for a majority of his life, Orion is grizzled and rough around the edges, regardless of how soft and fuzzy he is. He has been a loner from the beginning of his cosmic career and has a hard time breaking such mentality. He went around stealing what he can to make a profit off it, or make a weapon out of it. Eventually, he found refuge on a space station. Working under the Docking Authority as Impound Admin, Rex often came across many new and different faces. Most often larger than him, he would seem a simple target. Little do people know when they see that small fluffy body, cute little face, and rubbable belly, that they are looking into the hardened eyes of a seasoned killer and cartel member. Orion does hold a certain air of power and authority around him. It may just be the deep and threatening voice, or the hardened perpetual scowl on his face; but many don't dare to deny him the info he demands. A perfect presence for the little dockmaster. It didn't last long though; eventually his owners found where he had been hiding and came to reclaim their property. Escaping just by the hair on his ass, he managed to lose their trail again. Although he comes off as trigger happy, grumpy, and generally being an old salt; Rex does have his more compassionate moments. More than willing to watch your six and toss you an extra magazine if need be, but be damned if you rouse the old man from a cat nap too early.
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PERSONAL RECORD
Was born!
[Age: 3] Picked up by Pirates
[Age: 4] Was taught how to pick locks and open doors.
[Age: 4.5] Forced to start stealing things
[Age: 9] Could no longer be sent into marks via the mail. Was upgraded to pocket picking and smaller petty crimes.
[Age: 10] Received first gun!
[Age: 13] Was taught how to fly; Received Pilot's Certification.
[Age: 15] Was involved in more varieties of jobs. Smuggling, Forgery, Drug Trafficking.
[Age: 21] Was signed into a Pro-Amateur Anti-Gravity race to alter handicaps. Ended up taking first.
[Age:22] Took 2nd in the Wuxi Interstellar 4400
[Age: 23] Took 1st Feisar Tournament
[Age: 24] Signed on as P.T. For Team Mirage.
[Age: 25] First major Aerial Skirmish. 118 Confirmed Kills; Also took 2nd place in the Galactic Grand Prix.
[Age: 27] Under went body augmentation surgery.
[Age: 29] killed 13 high political officials on Giliese 44; resulting in societal collapse and aerial war. 770 Confirmed Kills.
[Age: 30] Lost the Icaras 5-lightyear Dash by .0047 of a second.
[Age: 30] Took 1st in the Triakis Super 600
[Age: 31] Signed on as Head of Engineering for Anti-Gravity Systems.
[Age: 32] Took 1st for every event in the FX9000 Championship
[Age: 33] Placed 4th of 3,028 in the T.G.E.E.R.
[Age: 36] Assisted in the destruction of planetary body 49-19K; Aerial Battle; 438 Confirmed Kills
[Age: 40] Assisted in Heist; killed all associates.
[Age: 41] Fled from his remaining 'employers'
[Age: 48] Hijacked gold mining operation.
[Age: 53] Assembled a Crew
Voice claim: Tom Lister Jr. (Reference: youtube.com/watch?v=J-IIwSu_yyo )
Age: 53
Height: 3' 4" [101.60 cm]
Weight: 48 Lbs [21.77 Kg]
Species: Cattonese
Hair/Fur color: Ginger and White
Eye color: Tritium Green
Unique marks: Has an external serial port embedded in the left side of his head, behind his ear.
Background: Orion was kidnapped from his regular life on Mau Ceti by a group of pirate smuggler's at a very young age. At first the outlaws thought they could sell him and several others as exotic pets, but soon learned they were dealing with actual conscious beings and not just stupid animals. A short massacre ensued, leaving Orion the sole survivor of his stolen brethren. For some reason, the ruthless pirates spared him and indoctrinated him into their crew. His small size was useful for them, he could squeeze into tight spots that they couldn't; which was good for thievin'. As the years went on, he grew too big to be useful in the art of 'mail-an-assassin'. So his quick reflexes made the outlaws push him into the high speed anti-gravity racing circuits. Orion excelled in these races, making a killing in winnings, as well as starting a promising legitimate career. He was even forced to undergo extensive surgeries to give him an unfair advantage in the races. Just as things got good, they pulled him from the races and forced him to take on a messier line of work. Having invested so much equipment into him, they figured the best return on their investment was to put a gun in the cat's hands and send him off to do what the feline species does best, Hunt. He complied for a couple of years before he grew tired and weary of the slave work. He absconded away with a ship along with his own personal armory and now lives an aimless life among the cosmos.
Having been a salvager, lone pilot, and part-time assassin for a majority of his life, Orion is grizzled and rough around the edges, regardless of how soft and fuzzy he is. He has been a loner from the beginning of his cosmic career and has a hard time breaking such mentality. He went around stealing what he can to make a profit off it, or make a weapon out of it. Eventually, he found refuge on a space station. Working under the Docking Authority as Impound Admin, Rex often came across many new and different faces. Most often larger than him, he would seem a simple target. Little do people know when they see that small fluffy body, cute little face, and rubbable belly, that they are looking into the hardened eyes of a seasoned killer and cartel member. Orion does hold a certain air of power and authority around him. It may just be the deep and threatening voice, or the hardened perpetual scowl on his face; but many don't dare to deny him the info he demands. A perfect presence for the little dockmaster. It didn't last long though; eventually his owners found where he had been hiding and came to reclaim their property. Escaping just by the hair on his ass, he managed to lose their trail again. Although he comes off as trigger happy, grumpy, and generally being an old salt; Rex does have his more compassionate moments. More than willing to watch your six and toss you an extra magazine if need be, but be damned if you rouse the old man from a cat nap too early.
Character Pic:
Body Augmentations:
Metal-Glass alloy skeletal replacements from the neck down.
Central nervous system piggy backed with neural net wetwork interface matrix and ballistics trajectory computer.
Heart replaced with high volume pump to keep him conscious during extreme G maneuvers.
These augmentations give little benefit to his physical strength and were only designed for heightened reflexes, muscle speed, and skeletal rigidity. Beneficial for piloting high speed craft, to combat atrophy during space travel, and predict ballistics pathing
Metal-Glass alloy skeletal replacements from the neck down.
Central nervous system piggy backed with neural net wetwork interface matrix and ballistics trajectory computer.
Heart replaced with high volume pump to keep him conscious during extreme G maneuvers.
These augmentations give little benefit to his physical strength and were only designed for heightened reflexes, muscle speed, and skeletal rigidity. Beneficial for piloting high speed craft, to combat atrophy during space travel, and predict ballistics pathing
PERSONAL RECORD
Was born!
[Age: 3] Picked up by Pirates
[Age: 4] Was taught how to pick locks and open doors.
[Age: 4.5] Forced to start stealing things
[Age: 9] Could no longer be sent into marks via the mail. Was upgraded to pocket picking and smaller petty crimes.
[Age: 10] Received first gun!
[Age: 13] Was taught how to fly; Received Pilot's Certification.
[Age: 15] Was involved in more varieties of jobs. Smuggling, Forgery, Drug Trafficking.
[Age: 21] Was signed into a Pro-Amateur Anti-Gravity race to alter handicaps. Ended up taking first.
[Age:22] Took 2nd in the Wuxi Interstellar 4400
[Age: 23] Took 1st Feisar Tournament
[Age: 24] Signed on as P.T. For Team Mirage.
[Age: 25] First major Aerial Skirmish. 118 Confirmed Kills; Also took 2nd place in the Galactic Grand Prix.
[Age: 27] Under went body augmentation surgery.
[Age: 29] killed 13 high political officials on Giliese 44; resulting in societal collapse and aerial war. 770 Confirmed Kills.
[Age: 30] Lost the Icaras 5-lightyear Dash by .0047 of a second.
[Age: 30] Took 1st in the Triakis Super 600
[Age: 31] Signed on as Head of Engineering for Anti-Gravity Systems.
[Age: 32] Took 1st for every event in the FX9000 Championship
[Age: 33] Placed 4th of 3,028 in the T.G.E.E.R.
[Age: 36] Assisted in the destruction of planetary body 49-19K; Aerial Battle; 438 Confirmed Kills
[Age: 40] Assisted in Heist; killed all associates.
[Age: 41] Fled from his remaining 'employers'
[Age: 48] Hijacked gold mining operation.
[Age: 53] Assembled a Crew
Voice claim: Tom Lister Jr. (Reference: youtube.com/watch?v=J-IIwSu_yyo )
