[CHAR] Quarantine: The Space Station

[Jeep Wrangler]

Christopher B. Harrison

"The only things in life worth living for...is that little thought. The one that ensures that what I do saves many others...even with extreme costs."

Appearance:

On-Duty Attire+Appearance

Gender:
Male

Age:
25

Occupation:
Technological Support Staff [Assisting in repairs. Mainly placed in an enclosed Tech room that can handle telecommunications in and out of the station's ssectors. There are roughly 5 or these.]

Personality:
A Nervous man with a stressful job. Things couldn't possibly be thr worst pairing ever. The job was selected with well though mainly because of hoe secluded and anti-social it could be. Though he has tremendous anxiety, knowledge and intellect are two things he excels in. Normally quite understanding for others within reason, his companionship and guidance serves quite the punch.

History:
A nice, Scottish lad, he grew up as. Anxiety had always been a problem as a boy, studying in multiple educational facilities located in and outside of his home city, Glasgow. As the educational system had changed in the United Kingdon to suit individual jobs, Christopher was able to study heavily in Telecommunications, as well as taking numerous Technology handling practices. His family were of a simplr Upper-Middle Class, being more fortunate to avoid the dawn of poverty. After leaving home and education, passing his graduation with almost full-Flying Colours, Christopher went into being hired by a Company known as H.U.N.T. [Highland Unit in Navigation and Trasnmissions]. This was a semi-global producer of vehicle Navigation systems, as well as more in depth communication devices. After working on a project to create a flawless radar, radio and correction system, Christopher discovered his, as well as four other specialists in the same field [Jaundice - Scottish Female | Sharon - American Female | Frederick - Welsh Male | Vera - English Femalr], work was to be assigned to a new station...named the Aurora.

As the computing system was sent up, Christoper and his colleagues underwent intense Space training to provide them with the skills to cope, act and and realise any dangers in board. They were tested in using a Comfortable conversion of regular on-duty clothing and Short-term EVA exo-skeletal uniforms [As seen in image]. They provided a thin armouring layer for any layor that coulf absorb small impacts, designed for protection whilst in EVA Mode. Fitted with a screening system that linked to connected systems, their work could be limited to the smaller roles as their job. The real ways of communicating to other ships, inside the station and giving status reports were from the room assignment. Christopher spent only a shorter time than the other staff, as the training and equipment was so new, and has been known to br amongst the five capable of using the system. The stress, however, does not help with confidence. Only the nightmare will test the courage to survive...

Inventory:
-Exo-Skeletal Attire [Usually in the corner of his Room]
-Ear piecing [As in for telecommunications, not a stylish Pierce.]
-Security Card - Lvl. 4 [Maybe the same as a Security Guard]
-Attachable Metallic Pack [Basically a fixable, reinforced bag to attach to the attire]
-A Standard Communication Flare Kit [Red - Critical Situation | Amber - Problems within fixable solutions | Green - Working Order | Purple - Alternative Signal, such as maybe check communications, test a device. All dependent on users instruction.]
-Aurora Class Technician Clothing

Other:
Talking to him can be difficult, and getting him to focus or braven up can really mess up the man's morale. Rarely a handgun is in the vicinity or use of Chris, though with his security level small-arms training is done as by compulsory training.

[Brother Arcane]

Appearance:athletic/stocky build about mid length shaggy brown hair tattoos on his neck and across his chest that turn into sleeves down his arms a scar that runs across the bridge of his nose and a heavy five o'clock shadow.
Name/Nickname Eugine O'Brien aka Ox

Quote: I ain't got time to bleed

Gender: M
Occupation: engineer
Personality: Mild mannered, dark sense of humor, relatively friendly, hates hearing girls cry

History: Eugine was hired out of the state's from the U.S. Engineers union to take on the Aurora project. He was more than willing after he seen the pay check was offered. He has no dependants back home to rely on him and his boxing career is at a stand still. He has been there since first launch and nothing could prepare him for what he was about to face.
Inventory: Plasma Cutter, tool bag of various tools, his father's old war trench bowie knife and his engineer protective suit and gear, flares and medium first aid bag
Money:4,600
Other:assorted comics and small crank radio

[Hipster]

Appearance:
Name/Nickname: Liam Nelson Stooge 43
Quote: "Sometimes I wish I was a bird...So I can fly over people and shit on their head's"

Gender:Male
Occupation: Internal Affair's Agent
Personality: Liam on the outside is a uncaring asshole. who devotes his time and life to making fun out of every little bit of time. whenever it's from a simple task or from someone elses Pain. Liam will find a way to entertain himself.

Liam is also a opportunist. He's the guy who grabs the last donut just for the sake of getting it. He is also the guy who everyone calls "The worst boss ever". Liam also doesn't give a crap about what he does to people. where as most bosses have trouble firing someone. Liam will do it on the spot. and maybe even make a joke out of it for good measures.

But However. Liam is a firm believer in that everyone has their place. and everyone must stay in their place. or they'll just hurt themselves in the end.

History: Liam was born on the Poorer side of Russia. Russia had been divided into two separate countries. The Poverty filled and shit-hole known as "True" East Russia. and the slightly less Poor Adware Russia. which has been dubbed "sellouts" by very very many people.

Liam belonged to a small gang, full of Technological Genius's, who could hack into almost any computer.

Liam hated every fact about his life. and prayed for it to get better. but however he realised that praying won't do anything. as God won't pop out of nowhere and bail him out. Liam had to help himself.

So Liam had some of his friends to forge himself a new Identity. He went from Liam Tristan. to Liam Nelson, a regular Average Joe in leningrad. from Their Liam relied on subterfuge, and political war's to get himself the best job he can possibly get.

and then he got it. His technological skills has landed him a Job in Aurora. as a man who investigates every little bit of his employee's lives. and if they're bad. he'll send up a message to the higher up's and they'll simply disappear.

Inventory: Portable Laptop (Can last 1 Hour without power)
Aurora Defence Type Tazer. (Will paralyze a target for about 5 or so minutes. can be shot 3 times before having to be recharged)
Wallet. Key's. all that jazz.

Money: 100 Credit's. (the most commonly used currency in Adware territory. almost all other countries that don't use it are poor backwater pre-coalition countries.)

[Brink_]

Fel Roals

"If the leader is filled with high ambition and if he pursues his aims with audacity and strength of will, he will reach them in spite of all obstacles." - Clausewitz

AGE:
Early-forties.

GENDER:
Male

OCCUPATION:
Garrisoned lieutenant en route to orbiting celestial fortress.

PERSONALITY:
Roals is, by nature, a loner and an outcast, with a ruthless streak to him that makes him extremely dangerous when provoked. Despite this outwardly cold nature, however, his colleagues have noted that that behind his exterior lies a fiercely loyal friend, and a man of good humor and giver of sound advice. Records have shown that him to have many good friends throughout much of the world. He is also shown to be extremely adept at defusing difficult situations, and as a man who would much sooner have everyone return home than to draw his weapon. His experience within the navy makes him a world-weary man, often expressing disdain and veiled insults to those he considers cruel and foolish.

HISTORY:
Fel Roals appeared to be like any other captain within the United States Navy, piloting the destroyer USS Protector with a small fleet under his command, including the famed cruiser USS Independence. However, all was not as it seemed. By 2024, as war dawned, he had begun to use his rank to his advantage, selling military weapons and equipment to any groups willing to pay, as well as beginning to contemplate defecting to the growing Adware threat provided he could get a suitably high price for his services. However, a leak within his personal communications granted a fellow captain to learn of such a treacherous plane, as well as capable of presenting the evidence to boot. Roals was aware that, if news of his deceit and possible defection were to get out, the Alliance's retribution would be swift and deadly, so he moved quickly against the opposing captain and had him murdered. An investigation into the captain's death was launched, but the investigators were unable to identify the culprit, and the cause of the man's death was officially declared to be a result of natural causes.

Shortly after an intense confrontation with an Adware dreadnought, Roals had a secret rendezvous with leaders of the organization, and announced his intention to rebel, promising that his fleet would defect with him. However, the meeting turned out to be an ambush, which resulted in the capture of Roals and the destruction of his command. An Alliance squadron was quickly sent out to retake the imprisoned captain, and was, after numerous attempts, successful, returning him back to Washington in 2029. But, instead of receiving a commendation or whatever else he had expected, Roals was stripped of both his title and whatever fleet he was expecting, demoted to lieutenant, and assigned to serve on the USS Orpheus, a measly orbital structure of Mars in the midst of renovation.

AWAY-MISSION EQUIPMENT:
TK-91 Resistance Suit
Made of a rubber-like material, the TK-91 provides protection against a wide range of toxic substances. The design consists of water-repelling scales that allow the wearer to swim easily, and has pebbled texture much like that of a golf balls in order to reduce drag. Electrofiber technology provids the suit with a wide range of built-in sensors. Referred to as "Smart Skin" in military R&D, data regarding damage to different regions of the body, including blood loss, can be exchanged between the suit and the user's intravenous nanomachines to create a feedback system. While it isn't bullet-proof, it does provide some ballistic protection to the wearer's body. The suit can also apply varying pressure to major internal organs to maximize performance and safeguard their functions.

MSTR-B8
A compact, usually accurate, bull-pup style submachine gun popular with the military thanks to its relatively small size, which is just above that of a standard-issue pistol. Fires three-round bursts, and can be pulsed for a higher rate of fire at the expense of accuracy, making it an appropriate weapon for close-quarters combat. However, it is somewhat weak against armored opponents.

MONEY:
A meager monthly handful granted through military service.

OTHER:
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