[CHAR] Lasers and Losers

[Kuroneko]

Name: N4D1-A "Nadia"
Age: Constructed 5 years ago
Gender: "Feminine" chassis design and female personality programming
Race: Machine

Appearance:


Career/Profession: Reprogrammed Medical Droid

Background: Originally built as an emergency medical assistance robot, Nadia was stolen by an outlaw hacker, who saw the potential to turn her into a weapon. In direct contravention of multiple interstellar laws the hacker overwrote much of her core programming, turning a harmless med-bot into a deadly combat/assassination mech. After being reprogrammed, Nadia was used by the hacker to eliminate several of his rivals, before she was claimed by a crime lord as partial payment for the hacker's debts. She spent some time as the crime lord's property until being stolen by an enterprising young ore smuggler. Nadia then passed from his hands into another smuggler's after being wagered in an ill conceived bet, before being sold to a pawn shop, where she remained for almost a year before being bought by Winston Valos.

Gear:

• Retractable wrist injectors
• Advanced first aid kit
• Holdout pistol concealed in right forearm
• Snipe rifle or assault rifle (can only carry one at a time)

Other: Initially built as a medical droid, Nadia still contains some of her original programming, now muddled by the hacker's interference. She makes no distinction between harming and healing, commonly referring to her targets as her "patients" and bullets as "medicine". She always speaks in a calm, soothing, motherly tone; even when crushing someone's windpipe.

Nadia is capable of using most small arms and rifles and is programmed with advanced hand to hand combat techniques. Her extensive databases on human and xeno biology give her unique insight on the most efficient methods of reducing a person's vital signs to zero. That said, many of her legitimate Medical subroutines remain untouched and she is capable of rendering first aid in the field, equipped with morphine and hemostatic injectors. She is also able to perform an extensive array of medical examinations and surgeries, provided the correct implements and a suitable med-bay are close at hand.

Nadia is able to simulate emotional responses and communicates these moods via a pair of eye-like lights on her head display. Example

Credits: ₡0.00

[Spybuster]

Winston Valos

Winston Valos

Gender:Male

Age:27

Appearance:Standing as tall 5'4", with a well trimmed mohawk cut, Winston wears a slightly bulky vest for most jobs.

Career:Pilot

Background:Winston Valos, an accomplished pilot from the S9R Pilot's academy. Able to handle most space crafts as if it were a second skin to him, he excelled as a drop ship pilot for Sector 9 mercenaries, which he served alongside for a good four years. It wasn't until he had an argument with his CO over a few poor choices that were made during one operation. Shortly after he resigned from S9's services to become an independent pilot and take hauling/ transportation jobs from contractors. The the pay was decent, but not enough to please the man, and he missed the action and heat of being a combat pilot. Upon hearing word of the situation in Sector Serena, he decided this would be his chance to get back in the game. Scrapping together what sum of credits he had, he hired himself a crew of mercenaries to earn him some money in Sector Serena.

Gear:
>Belvor .45 Pistol
>A red smoke grenade
>Stun Baton
>PDA

Credits: ₡0.00

Other:

Hudson Hauler: Type 16
Winston's trusty vessel. He used it to haul cargo for a bit and make quick getaways. Now it doubles as a mobile base for his new found crew.

[Guess Who]

John

Name: John "Killshot" Mason

Appearance/Race: Human

In Body Armor

Out of Body Armor

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Career/Profession: Mercenary

Background: If you were to ask someone to list the most bad ass killers in the universe, Killshot would be somewhere on the top ten. He keeps most of his history a secret for the sake of protecting old family and friends, though it isn't all that interesting anyway. He's known best for his record of more than 300 confirmed kills, though he doesn't keep count himself, and his ability to complete almost every contract ever assigned to him. His weakness is his conscious. Those few uncompleted contracts are from when he would side with those he was hired to kill because he felt that they they didn't deserved to die. He's also used to working alone, but is willing to readjust to keep the people of Sector Serena safe.

Gear:
- Two .45 Caliber Handguns
- One Machete
- Various lethal and non-lethal hand grenades
- Body armor that can stop most non-sustained small arms fire
- Helmet with tactical display

Other:

V-17 Cobra Dropship

The V-17 Cobra Dropship is a re-purposed troop carrier meant to quickly transport up to twelve. Killshot's since customized it for deep space travel and more firepower. There's also a small armory where he keeps various weaponry (including assault rifles, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, etc.) for missions that may require something more than his handguns can handle. It's no bigger than a Black Hawk Helicopter of the 21st century. After his last contract though, the Cobra was wrecked and Killshot is currently planing on using his cut from this job to pay for the repairs.

Credits: ₡0.00

[Brodie]

Eloln

Name: Eloln Ubena "Snake Charmer"
Gender: Male
Race: Parzons
Age: 25
Appearance:

My Hider

Career/Profession: Ex-Hitman for the Parzonian Empire
Background: Eloln was a orphan, and was raised by a cult know as the Way of the Scales. In the Parzonian Empire they run a child slave trade and train the children to become assassins,bounty hunters, hitmen, and mercenaries for the empire. He was taken at the age of two and has been trained ever since. They gave him many different name; Copperhead, Sidewinder, King Cobra. But he deiced on Snake Charmer, no one knows why and he said it was on the back of a ship he once saw, nevertheless the name stuck. He has been taking jobs from the empire since he was 6 and at the age of 20 it was time to take on the role of the Hatcher (the person who finds and trains the children). Eloln refused and left the cult but not without a fight. He had to kill 20 other members for each year he was there in order to get out. Once free he went to a Trozinkin military colony and bought his companion Copperhead. Both headed to Sector Serena to look for work.
Gear:

.375

- 2 Diamondback .375

Knife set

-Knife set, each knife has a different color at top, each color was a different venom.
Green= Eloln's Venom
Red= Black Mamba Venom
Yellow= King Cobra Venom

Rattlesnake

Sidewinder

-The tip has sidewinder venom.

Other: Eloln has a deep obsession with snakes. The first time he saw one it blew his mind and ever since he has loved them. He was trained to use pistols and sniper rifles but can you assault rifles when needed. Eloln was trained in hand-to-hand combat and how to use knives an swords. Most of his pointy weapons have some kind of venom, poison, or toxin on them. His scales are a bright coral, orange, and red, he also has green eyes. His venom is very lethal, his venom is composed of neurotoxins and cardiotoxins as well as other toxins such as fasciculins. He is only 5 feet tall but has a long tail.

Credits: ₡0.00

Copperhead

Name: Copperhead
Gender: Male
Race: Trozinkins
Age: N/A
Appearance:

My Hider

Career/Profession: Body Guard, Ex-Solider
Background: Copperhead was a Solider that worked for the empire. He is a simple person who doesn't ask for much except good food and clothes. He was trained since birth to be a fighter on the front lines. Copperhead belonged to a long line of stemmed off Trozinkin broods, meant only to be bread for war and destruction. His name (number) was 304-99456, and it symbolized the point he came into service. He has worked on many different teams, but due to his lack of understanding and short temper he is usually benched or put on solo assignments. Copperhead does like other people and interaction but due to his training and childhood he gets upset at the smallest things. When he began to think for himself he tried to run from the Empire and became labeled as a deserter. For his crimes he was sent to a gladiator world and sold to be a fighter in the arena. This is were he met Eloln, the small Parzonian bought him from the fight mangers and they have been working together ever since. Copperhead does not know much about Eloln except that he has a very deadly set of skills and that he likes snakes and money. He does not even know were he comes from only that every time he brings it up he gets the some response "a dark place."
Gear:

Big Bite

Space Hammer

Gun

Other: Copperhead is a very simple person. He was trained in a few Trozinkin combat styles and is a large brute. He enjoys few things in life, among those are; fighting eating and sleep.

Credits: ₡0.00

[RollerToaster]

Bob

Name: Hkach'Iakac
Aka: Bob
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Race: Chi'tai

Racial Description

The Chi'tai are an insectoid race of technophiles. Obsessed with technology, the entire race loves salvaging old tech and integrating it into other tech. They even integrate tech into their own bodies. They communicate naturally with a series of clicks and whistles, but have used cybernetics to allow them to vocalise normally, just with metallic, synthesised voices.

All Chi'tai have six limbs: two legs and four arms, and the males of the species are smaller than the females and possess four delicate membranous wings on their backs. Their immunity to disease and ability to survive in toxic atmospheres make Chi'tai excellent Starship and Colonial Engineers.

Appearance:


Career/Profession: Starship Mechanic

Background: Bob met Winston shortly after he left the Sector 9 Republic. Winston was looking to get into Freight Hauling, and that meant he needed a good ship. Bob was working in a back system Junk Fleet, a consortium of mechanics, salvagers and engineers who would collect derelict starships from ship graveyards and repair them for sale, or salvage whatever useful components and metals they could. When Winston arrived looking for a ship, Bob was just putting the finishing touches on the Hudson Hauler: Type 16. Impressed with Bob's technical know how, when Winston bought the ship he hired Bob on as the ship's Mechanic. Despite telling Winston his name many times, it seems the man just can't quite get his mouth around it, so he took to calling the mechanic by the nickname "Bob" and it stuck.

Gear:
-A seemingly limitless number of tools. He always seems to have a tool for any situation.
-Two Vibrodaggers. Self heating. Able to cut through most basic metals like butter.
-HK44 Slugger. An ugly but reliable powder projectile pistol.

Credits: ₡0.00

[HeySeuss]

Sulla

Name: Marcantonio Sulla
Gender: Male
Race:

Modified human; Sagittarian Hegemony special forces, the so called 'homo vexillatio' (colloquially; 'standard bearers') are subtly different from baseline humanity; the bone structure is altered and therefore the muscle groupings are changed to reflect that. Denser muscle keeps them trim and slender. There are other changes to the endocrine and nervous systems; vexillarii do exceed the human norms for physical ability, but their key advantage lies in their ability to bring more of their body's functions under conscious control, a subtle advantage. A particular downside is that not all medication works on him as effectively as a baseline human. Tailored drugs are expensive and he is now on his own.

Age: 32
Career/Profession: Mercenary/Special Operations
Appearance

Sulla wears his hair shaggy on the top and gathered into a topknot, but with shaved sides and a bit of a beard, which is a departure from the styles of the Hegemony. His skin tone is olive and he's gone ahead and gotten tattoo work during his time as a mercenary. It's hard to tell he is modified without taking a long look at his body, arms and legs for example, though movement also tends to give them away at a full tilt run.

Background:

Project Vexillarius was an ambitious project by the Hegemon to create a praetorian guard of enhanced soldiers to defend his own family from outside threats as well as to consolidate his rule over the Hegemony; a single planet, but rich and highly industrialized. The program was a success; the soldiers it created were instrumental in rooting out dissent and swiftly establishing the regime's control over an unruly military and society -- it prevented generals from thinking they were the bulwark of the Hegemon's power. Fast, strong, intelligent and raised to be ruthless, the vexillarii acquired a fearsome reputation for rooting out coup plots and internal dissent.

And then the Hegemon's own son, Septimius, was modified using the gene-template of the vexillarii; he was one of them, something that put his much older brother and heir presumptive, Claudius, on guard.

While Hegemon Lucius ruled, the vexillarii were content to serve, though they were led by Septimius as he came of age, and around this time, the old Hegemon's health began to fail. There was speculation that Claudius might be displaced as heir, as Septimius was as much superman as the ones who guarded the old Hegemon into his old age; the old man's militaristic bias was such that he favored the warrior son, and the more bureaucratic Claudius was not as pleasing.

That, of course, created fears among the umodified of a takeover and what resulted was a purge, assisted by S9 tech; combat robots, relentless and in enough numbers to swamp the vexillarii at the Hegemon's Palace. Quantity overpowered quality, assisted by the heavy artillery of Claudius' conventional army supporters. Sulla wasn't there or he would have died. He was engaged in an espionage operation when the others, unmodified intel types, turned on him. He barely got away, wounded, stranded and without resources. By the time he managed to recover from wounds that probably would have done in a normal person, it was all over -- Septimius was dead and so were most of the vexillarii.

Lacking much in the way of resources, he managed to sign a two-year contract with a mercenary outfit, Loki Inc. headed by Jalil Darke. It was mostly corporate work, but corporate work in space often meant putting down violent revolts and repossessing assets on behalf of clients -- for example, if the client sold weaponry to some pirates and those pirates didn't pay on time -- and Sulla came away with some funding that would allow him to freelance. Somewhere down the line, Winston Valos made contact with an offer; Sulla accepted. He didn't like being on salary and a cut of the profits sounded much more lucrative.

Gear:

Vexillarii tend toward the lighter scale of armor and weaponry, partially because they are tougher, but also because armored exoskeletons seem less comfortable and organic -- the ones optimized for baseline humanity, for example, add strength but take away maneuverability and the vexillari tend to prefer to go without exoskeletons that interfere with their own finely tuned sense of balance and movement. Vexillarii often come off as lightly armed and less of a threat on the battlefield full of big, obvious uglies like the Trozinkins or S9's combat model robots, which is a deception they use to their advantage against foes that are not familiar with them. They function best as light infantry.

-Janus Industries model 212 pistol; large caliber, single action, damned reliable gun. Slightly less rounds than many comparable handguns, but all steel and shoots comfortably.
-Hauptmann S68 carbine, w/ optics and pseudomusculature-assisted recoil control. Bullpup rifle. He typically loads jacketed rounds and three tracers at the bottom of the magazine to let him know that he's running dry.
-Solarium sunglasses (tres chic, wired with datadisplays.)
-Juurun Orbital Syndicate DH2212A3 - Holo-screen datapad, hardened military model intended to take EMP and rough use.
-Forged alloy combat knife, custom job with a tanto point, low profile concealment system sheath, 5 1/2" blade. Surprisingly durable and he has the muscle to drive it through the inevitable thin spots that appear in armor.
-Light alloy mesh skinsuit with some armor plating, some vacuum resistance. This is far from the heaviest armor out there. Sulla rolls fairly light.
-Grenades tend to be a mix of EMP and conventional, and he has a fondness for conversion kits that allow him to turn the grenades into command-detonated or motion-sensing mines.
-Monomolecular wire - a nasty favorite trap, especially for anyone in an open-topped vehicle or with sufficient momentum to cut their own heads off in a charge, when strung across a corridor.
-Medical kit; stuff tailored to his physiology and in a computerized unit that does diagnostics; it's plugged into his suit and thence to the datapad on his arm and his HUD. This is an expensive piece of tech, mostly because the software had to be programmed to his physiology by a specialist and he had to pay for tailored drugs that can auto-inject if he is incapacitated. He is durable, but he already had a brush with death.

Credits: ₡0.00 (This is more of a placeholder for your character on the character tab once it is accepted. Don't worry too much about it now.)

[Diabolic]

Name:

R0807
01010011 00111001 (S9 in binary)
S9

Gender: Male body type and voice
Appearance: Red and white Sleek armor, resembles human armored bodysuits, this makes him seem more human, it also makes him easier to speak to if you can relate
Race: Machine
Age: He is 3, he is a pretty new model.
Career/Profession: He used to work for S9 as a 'military' droid, his programming was jeopardized and ended up allowing him to make decisions, he decided to work against any bad guys:)
Background: He worked for S9 as a soldier, but one mission rendered his 'alignment' inhibitors nearly useless when he was hit with a laser beam. Now he fights for himself mainly but will aid anyone who needs him so long as the intentions are good, he still can be a pain in the ass sometimes, I did say the inhibitors were NEARLY uselss...
Gear: As you can see by the picture provided, he has no EXTERNAL weapons, but he can open his arms to reveal machine pistol barrels, he can augment his internals to change their ammunition type if he wishes to do so, He can also create tools from his robotic innards. This comes in handy in the field if he is damaged.
He can 'sense' enemies in a 30 yard radius with a kind of echolocation with sound waves. Also he has some kickass rollerblades in his feet that can be deployed.
Other: He sometimes speaks in binary when he is frustrated
Credits: ₡0.00

[AcaciaMalikov]

'Claire De la Noye'

Name: Claire De la Noye
Nickname: Scarlet
Gender: Female
Age: Roughly 26 Years

Race: Human (with minor alterations).
Appearance: Claire looks to be an average person, pale skin, chocolate brown hues and brightly toned auburn hair. Aside her outlaw appearance she comes with a few mechanical alterations that came after an accident she was in with her family, gaining severe damage caused to her right eye she was taken in by experimenters and given new sight, built into her flesh and wired to her brain the pale blue panel that stood out so clearly allowed her to see with a little extra tactical advantage. Claire also has one mechanical leg, from the knee down a new limb had been attached from the same accident allowing her to walk and move as normal, though every now and then she has to oil it up to keep it smooth for work or else it gets jammed and makes things difficult.

'Claire De la Noye'

Career/Profession: Hound Master, Outlaw, Mercenary

Background: Not exactly known by many, Claire kept to herself through most her life, calling herself 'Scarlet' instead of her true name. Hidden in the shadows as she took up working for others in contracts involving merciless murder, theft and even sabotage she'd earned herself a name, those who knew her kept to themselves and those who didn't remained at a distance just by the glances she threw. After reaching a point in time where working solo was getting slow, she'd take the last of her earnings and get herself a hound. Natasi was one of many choices on offer, from the bulky brute males, she stood out with a calm yet well focused demeanor which drew in the heart of the seemingly cold-hearted Claire. It's been almost 6 months since she got the young Sorvath and now they're looking for a well paid contract to take up for a better future.

Gear:

• Full Body Armor (Demo) (Her armor resembles the colors found on her regular daily outfit)
• V7.02 Companion System (Retains all information recieved from Natasi's V7.02 Companion Collar, it alerts the handler of all movements and vitals regarding their hound and it's health status)
• Rifle Industry AR Precisor P50 (Demo) (This weapon has blue trim rather than the pictured red)
• Throwing Knives (Demo) (These knives resemble silver disks when not in use though once thrown the sides twist and 6 blades fold out in a quick smooth fashion ready to embed in any target)
• Dual Diamond Back .357 (Demo)

Other: N/a

Credits: ₡0.00

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'Natasi'

Name: Natasi
Nickname: Taz
Gender: Female
Age: Roughly 2 Years
Mistress: Claire De la Noye 'Scarlet'

Race: Sorvath

'The Sorvath'

'The Sorvath'

The Sorvath is a hard to come by hound in many regions and no one truly knows how they came about. Left to themselves in their few known locations, they thrives on being within their tightly-knit pack. Some are known to hold a nasty temper to those who trespass upon their territory, while others are known for a lazed attitude towards outsiders and surrounding activities.
At a young age some Sorvath pups are removed from their mother's and raised within captivity for specific duties, those who fail training are returned to the surface in which they were found or are removed in a quicker and simpler method.
These hounds appear to rely on their agile frames and keen sense of sound and smell, this makes them best suited to jobs with stealth, tracking or even gathering, some even complete all.
The downfalls of the Sorvath lies with their weaker frames when it comes to battle. Still able to fight, the only true weapons they have are large well pointed dew claws and finely sharpened teeth, though thinner skin means easier piercing unless armored and battle readied by their mistress/master.

Appearance: Natasi is a gentle soul, still young barely two years she was raised in captivity after being taken from her mother. She is mostly pale baby blue tinted with faint sky blue highlights around the edges of her scales, though as these highlights edge towards her tail, limbs and muzzle they begin to darken until she has ebony seal point markings, Natasi also has dull red hues which are barely seen in the shadows and highlighted when light is gleamed upon them. She has been trained to track and gather supplies or objects with simple commands and when she isn't require or feels the need, will quickly drift into a slumber. She's quick to alert to unknown sounds or smells and will sound deep chested rumbles at her mistress or master though she is still in training and may slip up occasionally.

Career/Profession: Trained in Stealth, Tracking, Gathering.

Background: At the age of only 7 weeks, Natasi was ripped from her mothers teat and raised in a large containment area with multiple other pups, one from her own litter and others from scattered packs. Raised with the routine of feeding, playing and training all the pups learnt how to respond to their commands through various activities including those that meant sneaking through obstacle courses for their meal, tracking one of many scents to find their meal or finding the correct object to return to their handler.
Natasi witnessed those who failed these tasks be walked out of a large metal door, led away to a place no other pup knew, all they remembered was that none of them ever returned.
She was put through months of training in this facility with the other pups, as the numbers decreased the lessons began increasing in difficulty and their ability to wander further in the outside grounds was increased, some activities were moved to different terrains and regions to widen the young companions ability to do their jobs.
Though one day when Natasi was around a year and a half of age she was finally allocated to a mistress of her own and was granted permission to leave the facility she knew all too well as home. She's been with her current mistress since and has gained a close bond with her, growing quickly to tell the difference in her temper and commands.

Gear: Natasi carries nothing with her apart from her V7.02 Companion Collar which remains on her at all times. This collar holds onto an identification number that registers her as a trained companion to her specified owner. The collar also has a tracking device built in that collects data of Natasi's every move and delivers it to the V7.02 Companion System given to her mistress so that she is able to follow along without being right behind her, this device also records all vital signs so when not visible to her mistress they can tell what situation she is in whether it be dangerous or not. Natasi's mistress also holds onto her armor which is a sturdy yet breathable metal which matches the tones of her mistress' body armor.