[CHAR] Stellar Uprising

[TheUnknowable]

Capt. Timothy Harris

Name: Timothy Harris
Race: Human
Age: 32
Appearance:
Powerset: Electrical Tactician (Lightning , EMP (a pulse that disrupts/damages electronics), Taser blast (a ball a lightning that shocks a person for several second to disable them), Magnetic Barrier (EM based shield, good against plasma and particle weapons, ok against metallic projectiles, terrible against focused energy or non-metallic projectiles)
Personality:
Skills: Melee Fighting, Tactical knowledge, electronics
Crew position: Captain and owner of the Washington.
Bio: Born on Earth, he was taken as a slave at the age of nineteen after he punched a Free human's son in the face for insulting his girlfriend. He was sold to a Chigani and used a miner at a privately owned asteroid base. He was a good worker and, when the base's reactor malfunctioned one day and a ruptured shield plate started flooding the base with radiation, he got his owner into a safe area in time, even risking radiation poisoning to get them some emergency anti-radiation drugs from the medical bay.
For saving his life when the other slaves only tried to save their own, the Master gave Timothy his freedom and offered him a job as Captain of one of his cargo ships. He also gave Timothy power unlocking drugs so that he could use them to defend the ship. After a few years working for Hat'ooi running his cargo, Timothy had saved enough to buy an Alliance ship that had been captured near the border after trying to smuggle weapons to some rebels. He said goodbye to his former master and left to find a crew.
He met his wife one day on Hat'ra, when he was picking up power cells to take to Luna colony. She was a trader and, unlike most Thalleen, hadn't gotten married at the age of 9 as was tradition. She agreed to work for him and for the next year they worked together as they slowly fell in love with each other. They got married a year and a half ago. They still don't have children, despite the fact that by this age most Thalleen have at least two children, often three.
Equipment: Titanium longsword, Rail pistol, nanotube armor, wristcomp

Talla Zer

Name: Talla Zer
Race: Thalleen
Age: Almost 14 (The first 15-16 years of their lives, Thalleen age at twice the rate of Terran Humans. Appears 27)
Appearance:
Yellow tinted skin, fine white body hair.
Powerset: Telekinetic Dominance (Weight (pushes people into the ground, simulating intense gravity), Push, Crush (increases the pressure the target experiences outside their body, crushing them), Shield (A wall of TK energy prevents physical objects from moving past a certain point, though faster or more massive objects may overpower it.)
Personality:
Skills: Piloting, Engineering, Trade
Crew position: Second in Command
Bio: Born on Thalla, she grew up with three brothers and a sister. She didn't really fit in with the others, though. While the other girls were interested in money, fine goods, or boys, she was more interested in trading, fixing machines, and flying ships. When she was eight years old her parents talked to her about finding a husband so she could have someone to raise her children in case she got pregnant. She told them that she wasn't interested in having kids, and wanted to see other worlds.
Her parents were worried, and considered that she may not be interested in boys at all, but her actions around them showed that that wasn't the case. Her father assumed that she had just been influenced by the aliens at the spaceport where he worked and that she would grow out of her obsession with aliens in a few years.
Instead, a few years later she decided to move to Hat'ra so that she could work as a trader. A few months after arriving she met Timothy and got a job working for him, running the trade on his ship and working as his pilot when they weren't trading. They made enough money trading to hire several more crew and upgrade the ship quite a bit, even buying a black-market cloaking device, though it is hidden in a secret compartment and it's activation is hidden in the computer as a tertiary air scrubber.
They got married a year and a half ago and, despite talking about it several times, haven't decided to have kids yet, as the mission is too dangerous to risk a child.
Equipment: Particle beam rifle, nano-tube armor, repair kit, wristcomp

[Eisenhorn]

Name: Gregory Church

Race: Human

Age: 44

Appearance: Towering over most other humans, Church is a massive example of the human male. Long years of hard labor has left him in the best physical shape of his life, even if it left something to be desired in personality. Under his crude looking clothing and cloak, is a towering mass that leaves not one bit of fat, being all muscle and scar tissue. Indeed, his most defining feature is the thick crisscross pattern of scars on his back, limbs, and even a long scar from the top of his left cheek, running down to the bottom of his right cheek. And yet, he has a thick, unkempt mass of raven black hair and a constant stubble that, no matter how long or often he shaves, remains no matter what. So he doesn't bother with messing with it, leaving it as is.

Powerset: Telekinetic Marauder (Telekinesis)
Mental Haymaker (Offensive) - Gathers up all his pent up rage and focuses it in a telekinetic blast, the size of a fist, usually aimed at a single enemy's face. Accompanied by a thrown punch, though this is unnecessary. While more powerful then usual attacks from telekinesis fields of skill, it is far more taxing and less elegant. Granted, this also means it takes raw power instead of clever redirection, typically, in duels of telekinesis since the raw, raging blow cares little for games of sport and is fully meant to smash through defenses instead of slipping around them.

Armor of Disdain (Defensive) - Encases himself in a suit of mental, repulsive, energy formed of his disdain for slavers and those that support them rather than resist. The more powerful his emotions towards a given foe, the more potent the defensive field. Likewise, near useless unless he has some level of disdain and hate for an opponent. Typically works well against most forms of attacks, but can only withstand as many blows as the mind can resist, dependent on willpower, although internal damage is suffered should more than a few blows be stopped, varying with strength granted..

GET OVER THERE! (Utility) - A cruder form of moving objects, the power grasps and launches something in the general direction that is desired. Not advisable for fragile or delicate work, but more than useful for launching larger, heavier objects where they are needed. If in an irate, angry state, the power is more useful, fueled by the irritation and rage fueled desire to just get things where they need to be. In theory useful on individuals, but not intended for such.

Personality: Church is a angry, typically unkind man that seems to care for little more than the next time he can drink. At first impressions he is gruff, xenophobic and blunt, lacking any sort of mannerisms or impressions of a gentle or free upbringing. He is distrustful and distant due to this, in his own words, never trusting anyone who makes more than he does. The more well spoken and gentlemanly someone comes across as, the less he likes them or trusts them, since he fully sees this as a matter of being in one of those families that bowed so readily to the alien slavers that held the reins over hundreds of races so readily. About the only time he seems happy is when there is booze, fighting, or some combination of the two. He throws himself at both with wild abandon, fighting with no concern for his own life and drinking like it was the last day of his life. But he is always tight lipped, never sharing his stories or past without a damn good reason. His hard exterior softens in the presence of other former slaves, even more so with others that fought against their captors as actively as he did, and reveals a troubled man indeed.

Skills: High Aptitude in Mechanical and Electrical applications, Ranged Combat, Brawling, Drinking

Crew position: Mechanic/Electrician, Cracker of Skulls (Joyfully self appointed)

Bio: Unlike many apparent fortunates, Church was born into slavery. He barely spent a few weeks a free baby before his family was taken off to the slave ships. His parents were no criminals but had, apparently, angered the wrong people and had the family, baby and all, trundled up the ramp and sent off to some God forsaken mining planet. His parents were dead with in a week, and his care rotated from surviving slave family to slave family, until he was old enough to take care of himself, barely at five years old.

Church was put to work as soon as he was physically able, working as an aid and running supplies all over the volcanic world's mineshafts and quarries, wherever his work group was shipped off to after their prior work was done. He got whipped and beaten often, by both the Vs'Ks'Thi slavers and other humans who were put into supervisory roles due to good behavior and no remorse for his fellow man. His hate for any slavers and their collaboraters only grew over the long years. He would spend over thirty years a slave, but he did learn a few things while he was a slave.

Firstly, between heavy manual labor, Church learned to work machinery and electronics rather impressivly. This was out of necessity, but he refined it in private, as part of his latest scheme to escape the slavery he was trapped in. His longest running ploy was an illegal communicator that sent vital information that would lead to the planet's eventual liberation. Granted, if it wasn't for his technical skills he would have long since been dead. But his masters sufficed with beating him within an inch of dying, and leaving medically inclined slaves to patch him up. Right before his liberation he stole a warden's shotgun, a hateful human man that enjoyed making his slave wards suffer, and would have gotten two facefulls of buckshot if his 35th birthday had not arrived.

On Church's 35th birthday the liberation came, and a massive number of slaves were freed from the mining world. One of the last off was Church, dragging two near dead men under each arm like they were just cargo, not even breaking a sweat from it. Escaping from slavery and tasting freedom for the first time, he volunteered to operate as part of liberation efforts for other humans. He was often times the muscle for operations, acting as mechanic and electrician when under cover, although he was ill suited for being sneaky or subtle when it came to slavers. But he would find himself on board the Washington, under the employ of a Captain Harris, and all he could do was wait for that chance to go crack some more slaver skulls. And their spineless pets that sold their fellow men into bondage for their own cushy lives.

Equipment: Two Handed Pipe Wrench, Sawed Off Over/Under Shotgun, mechanics tool kit, electricians tool kit, crude ballistic armor, thick all weather cloak, goggles and breathing mask

[Illogical Jim]

Name: Patrick “Paddy” Malone

Race: Human

Age: 30

Appearance: Of below-average height and 'ever-so-slightly' bulging in build, Malone is not exactly blessed with an athletic build. His coal black hair has receded nearly to his ears, and looks likely to retreat to the crown of his head within a few years. His brown eyes are soft and mellow, oft becoming entirely misty when he's imbibing.

Power: Uncanny Dodge- Malone has the ability to perceive the intent of others, allowing him to quite accurately predict the movements and attacks of enemy combatants. This gives him a rather significant edge in small-scale encounters, though he has thus far had difficulty making effective use of his ability when dealing with larger groups of opponents. He suspects that a large number of minds to be sensed at once make focusing on any particular one troublesome.

Personality: Malone is typically genial and mild-mannered in peaceful situations, making jokes and singing songs to mark the passage of time. He possesses what he would himself call a “healthy distrust of strangers,” but very much cares for his friends and comrades around him. When drinking, he tends to become rather maudlin, waxing romantic about this or that thing about Earth, and cursing the alien menace that had enslaved it. He only seldom panics under fire, preferring to hurl insults and abuse at the enemy- whether they can understand him or not.

Skills: Shooting, navigation, singing, and in a pinch, piloting

Crew position: Navigator/Astrogator, Morale Officer (Self-appointed post)

Bio: Patrick Michael Malone was born in Tipperary, Ireland to an American mother and an Irish father, both free humans. His early life was pleasantly uneventful, and Malone spent much of his childhood reading about Earth history. His mother particularly encouraged this, instilling in him a burning hatred for the tyranny of the Vs'Ks'Thi and the bondage his fellow humans were forced to endure. His father raised him within the Catholic faith, however, and from thence he learned above all humility and mercy.

In time he grew to be a bookish and fairly kind young man. Interested as much in the future as in the past, he studied technical manuals on starship navigation in his adolesence. In time he left home, taking with him what little money he had, along with a small token of his faith and a revolver, which had been passed secretly through his mother's family for three generations. He found work aboard a shipping freighter and found he immensely enjoyed the camaraderie and adventure that such a life brought.

Working under a number of different civilian captains, Malone found himself the navigator of the Washington, under the command of Timothy Harris.

Equipment: Rail rifle, Colt Peacemaker (.45 revolver), cleaning kit, light jumpsuit, western poncho, St. Michael medalion, wristcomp loaded with stellar cartography notes and traditional Earth music