[CHAR] Adrift In The Endless Sea

[Midori]

Quick-Hands Kyo

“Death is what happens when you give up.”
-Kyo Ueda

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Kyo Ueda
|Birth Date|
03.04.2329
|Age|
28
|Species|
Human
|Gender|
Female

A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|
Kyo is tough and toned from constant workouts and hard labor. She has jet black hair, smoky grey eyes and almond skin. She's almost always wearing her Federation Marine Corps longcoat with some combination of pants with suspenders, combat boots, tube top or tank top, and some leather fingerless gloves.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Her left forearm is covered in an intricate tribal tattoo which she refuses to explain the meaning of.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Men
✔Women
✔Strong Drink
✔Good Food
✘Lazyness
✘Liars

|Habits|
Habitual Smoker (real tobbaco no substitutes)

|Fears|
☠Dying alone
☠

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Clever ♦ Educated ♦ Resourceful ♦ Sarcastic ♦

Kyo is a problem solver, when things need to get done she charges head first into it. She may appear reckless at first glance but that's just her style. Beneath her zeal is a quick-witted intelligent mind and a resourceful individual. Thinking outside the box is the norm here and conventional means are rarely her first choice.

|Place of Origin|
Titan, Sol System, Terran Federation
|History|
Kyo was born on Titan, Saturn's moon. She was orphaned before she can remember and grew up on the streets of the harsh desert towns. Although Titan was Terra-formed early in Terran expansion it never really reached the levels of some of the other colonies. It remains a barely hospitable wasteland where only the mining of precious minerals keeps the industry alive. Kyo found herself working in the mines when she was only 12 years old. On a heavily policed colony like the ones on Mars and Venus child labor was unheard of but on Titan it was a fact of life, either no law men were around to see it or they were quietly enjoying their bribes instead.

It took Kyo six years to get out of the mines. She finally escaped by jamming a chisel into the foreman's head, stealing his money, and causing a riot. Using the confusion to get out, she stole a buggy and drove it all the way to the spaceport. she then used her stolen money to buy a fake passport and a ticket to Mars.

Soon after her arrival on Mars she was recruited by the Terran Federation Marine Corps (TFMC). She breezed through training, as her rough childhood had prepared her for the worst, and soon she found herself serving with a 'Raider' unit, who specialized in boarding operations. A couple years of service and she was leading a Raider unit of her own.

Finally it was time to re-enlist but something made her retire early. Perhaps she had grown tired of the military lifestyle, or having to fight on behalf of rich politicians. Regardless of the reason it was clearly time for a change. She wandered around Terran and Kongi space for a while hopping from different bars until she met a man by the name of Jim Perch. He had just bought his own ship, the Soaring Sparrow, and needed a first mate. For whatever reason, she decided to enlist and has served faithfully as the Captain's right hand ever since.
|Extra|
Stay out of her room unless invited and, most importantly, don't drink her bottle of Rikari Bloodwine.

[CondorTheMole]

Caestus/Cestus

“Not right now!”
-Cestus

T H E B A S I C S

Full name
Hektor Crucius Tal

Birth Date
10.12.2324

Age
32

Species
Human

Gender
Male

A P P E A R A N C E

physical appearance

outfit

In Depth Appearance
Cestus is of a fair complexion, slightly taller than average, brawny and well built. He has deep green eyes (one is bionic), a chiseled jaw covered by a well groomed beard and wavy medium-length brown hair that he keeps slicked back. His clothing usually consists of the standard security detail uniform but with short sleeves instead of the usual full arm, a flak jacket, elbow protectors, tall military boots, a multi-use belt, and the standard beret. Cestus also wears an advanced eye patch with a broad strap and a lens in deep black over his regular eye.
The eye patch has a built in infrascope and range finder while his bionic eye is a replica of the regular one but with augmented senses and a motion tracker.

Scars, Tattoos, Piercings
Cestus’ torso, arms, and legs are full of scar tissue due to his unfortunate time in the Rikari pits but the only notable one is the Rikari slave branding on his ankle. In his head he has just a small scar behind the bionic eye from the time he lost it. Tattoo wise the human has four, a big trident on his left arm as it is the symbol for his religion, his mother’s name on the collarbone, the symbol of his former association on the hip, and an official imperial liberation statement on top of the brand on the ankle.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

Job
Loadmaster/Security/Cook

Likes & Dislikes
✔ Cooking
✔ Women
✔ Credits
✔ Smooth operations
✘ Pits
✘ Hyperspace
✘ Infighting
✘ Complications

Habits
Cestus is a top of the line procrastinator and heavy smoker with a tendency to double check everything when he actually decides to work. Besides this gambling may be the biggest of his flaws as he has developed the habit of overspending when on the tables which can cause him lots of trouble.

Fears
☠ Swimming
☠ Torture

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

Personality
♦Honest ♦ Lazy ♦ Careful ♦ Flexible ♦

Cestus is typically a laid-back individual, and does not get himself involved in things unless absolutely necessary. When expressing himself he is the realest person one can ever meet, the ex-gladiator dislikes sugarcoating his intentions and gets straight to the point not caring too much if the opinion is offensive or hard. To help overcome any companion’s trouble he would prefer to attempt to use bribery and outright trickery and manipulate them into doing what was best for them instead of the more heartwarming and talkative approach most would approach. He may come off as rude sometimes but his intentions are always the best.

Place of Origin
Luna

History

Hider

All of Luna’s poor habitants have a reputation for being tough bastards. Indeed, the underworld of the natural satellite is renowned for being one of the most hellish places in the galaxy due to its overpopulation and all too known criminal problems as you either live rich and on the safe part or on the slums where humans have to learn to shoot before they can walk in order to survive. Criminals and bodyguards native to the moon have a well-deserved reputation for being tough, cunning, hard to kill and crafty. Unfortunately backstabbing is also very common in those dark alleys.

Hektor was born to a criminal underboss’ family in those slums. For most of his youth he was a renowned muscle, being employed by his family to enforce situations when just a teen and a prodigy on the underground boxing so common in those places.

But as most syndicates on those parts his family’s influence and power were all cut and subsequently the members either joined other groups, were killed, escaped, or captured and sold as slaves to the Rikari. Hektor fell into the latter.

His reputation as a skilled fighter made the slavers advertise him as a fighter and at the age of only eighteen he had been sold to a very wealthy pit gambler. Before his first fight he chose the Caestus as his weapon and thus he was renamed Cestus for his master’s simplicity. In that fight a confused Cestus managed to win but lost his eye in the process.

His master would replace it with a crude bionic and promised to give him a top of the line one if the gladiator managed to survive. It would take him his sanity and seven agonizing years of death and fighting but eventually the human had gained enough prestige to win himself a top of the line eye.

He reluctantly continued that way of life as he had nowhere to run or another place to go to for another year. During that year he got badly injured and as he was the master’s favorite and most efficient fighter was given rest on his sons’ personal property.

There he met and befriended the master’s two sons and daughter who taught him how to cook with great skill as he became a regular slave for a while. Eventually the daughter would grow an interest on him and start a physical relationship. It looked like he would stay there for a long time but fearing repercussions for herself and ashamed of what she had done the daughter sent Cestus back to the pits but thanks to divine intervention he would be freed before reaching the arena.

His master had been arrested for fraud and all of possessions confiscated. As law stated the government couldn’t own slaves they were all officially and legally released. Cestus quickly made his way back to Luna after a year worth of finding his true self due to the traumatizing experience had had lived.

Once back on his homeland he would open a restaurant which he named the iron fist but after being caught in debt several times due to him gambling away the lease money he had to sell his equipment and dream and started to work again in the security business, helping caravan traders and the likes handle and transport their goods efficiently and safely without fear of pirates.

Currently Cestus offers both services combined as well as the role of loadmaster (In charge of the cargo loading/unloading operations. Also keeps track of the ship's stores) at a decent price for the variability he offers.

Extra
He uses his combat knife both to cook and fight.

[The Scotsman]

Jim 'Merlin' Perch

“Today's a fine day to not die.”
-Merlin

T H E B A S I C S

|Name| Jameson Perch

|Birth Date| 1.8.2328

|Age| 29
|Species| Terran
|Gender| Male

A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|

Description

Jim is above average height, peering out at 5'11". His thick, wavy, hazel hair doesn't grow down to meet his shoulders, but instead climbs upwards like a skyscraper under construction, with the mane only becoming wavier and frizzier with the taller heights it achieves, therefore he keeps it short and combs it to the right with the front flicked backwards to keep it under control. His steely blue eyes are an immediate indicator for the stranger about the man that they are about to meet. Bushy eyebrows rest like an umbrella over the grim eyes. Unkempt stubble adorns the jawline of Merlin, while his prominent cheekbones seem to sink his eyeballs. Jim weighs approximately 145lbs and although he is not in warrior condition, he is in reasonably good shape, the shades of muscle definition can be found under inspection. His left arm from the elbow down is synthetic due to a combat scenario with some Rikari pirates when his fighter was hit. The port side of the spacecraft buckled and crumbled his bones and tendons, so the military surgeons decided high-end cybernetics were the route to go as Merlin was currently on route for an extremely decorated career in the Navy.

Typical Outfit

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
Jim has a tattoo on his right bicep of the naval fleet badge he was in back on Earth. He typically has it bandaged up with gauze to hide his previous affiliations. He also has a scar from a maintenance accident above his left hip bone when a sheet of metal under large pressures buckled and pierced him.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Job|
Captain of the Soaring Sparrow.

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Space: there really is no place like home
✔ Explosions
✔ Crew meal times
✔ Classic loves stories, real or not
✘ Swearing
✘ Price hagglers
✘ People who talk through movies
✘ When people invade his cockpit

|Habits|
1. Flying the Sparrow by hand, both in empty space and in chaotic situations, and both typically situations that the computers are more than capable of handling themselves.
2. The look-and-say sequence. Merlin has achieved nearly 40 Mb of data for the puzzle since he started over 10 years ago.
3. Sniffing his fingers. Anything he's touched and if the scent may still be on his finger tips, he will smell them.

|Fears|
☠ Being alone in the vast emptiness (known as Pioneer's Hysteria in the trade markets), which is why meal times are so appreciated, and why space has the greatest respect of anything he has witnessed.
☠ Slugs, they have no purpose, are unbelievably ugly, and feel disgusting. For this reason there is no job in the universe that could make him go to Taroon. Ever.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Serious ♦ Dry ♦ Dependable ♦ Loyal ♦

Jim is, primarily, a captain. And with that he bears the responsibility of his crew. They are his and he is theirs. Therefore his life is the job until their fate is not within his hands. He may joke around occasionally (occasionally), but he is always concerned for his crew. This mentality has stopped him from having any real friends or relationships as the further it develops, the more he feels responsible for keeping it afloat. On the flip side of this though, it is difficult to find a more loyal man. Merlin will stick by you when you need it and is not afraid to fire off a few rounds to keep the vultures at bay if it means the coyotes come out to play. His experience across the systems means that he is wise and dependable, aware of many things that would be pitfalls to the average captain, and uses this knowledge to ensure safety. Typically quite a cold and distant person when you first meet him, he may warm up to you eventually. The eyes show the meaning of him, and that is 'business first, everything else later'. Always ready for a fight, but never looking for one.

|Place of Origin|
An American colony on a space habitat orbiting Jupiter.

|History|
When Jim was born, his father said that he cried for a minute or two then stopped and just watched everyone. Observed them, as if he were taking mental notes on the entire room. His father had always said that Jim would grow up to be very aware and very wise, and his dad was right. Born from a zero-gravity welder and a cleaner, Jim was raised comfortably but didn't have many luxurious, but enough food to keep him fed and enough clothes to keep him warm. For that he has always been grateful and used to give his parents portions of his wages as a child with a weekend job. When he was 18, Jim enrolled in the Terran Federation Naval Academy, or TFNA for short. There he excelled and was fast-tracked to Year Two. His abilities with a ship were unmatched and his leadership and mission skills thrusted him forward. During simulation runs with the other recruits, many of them would scramble to be under his command, easy points in the Year Tournaments, while others banded together to bring down the beloved Jameson. It was in the Academy that Jim earned his nickname, Merlin. Merlin had two meanings: one, it was the name of a specific falcon, the Merlin Falcon, which was famed for its speed and agility, much like Jim's boatsman displays many pointed out; and two, he was magic in a ship.

It wasn't until he lost his arm that things started to go downhill. After a standard maintenance of the baradium chassis on his boat went wrong and rutted Merlin in the gut, he was fixed up and a week later was sent out in the same ship as a live exercise. The Rikari pirates were average pilots at best, but there were thirty of them against four naval cadets. By the time Jim was hit, the remaining three ships were heaving and spluttering, barely holding together. Bad intel had nearly cost them their lives as HQ had reported ten combatants. That was when a missile punched the side of the boat. The weak SBM1 missiles shouldn't have done anything to the side of the ship, it was a baradium chassis - the toughest material ever devised by the Terran Federation and a recipe the Kongi were desperate to get their hands on - with a baradium-diamond coating, lightweight and extremely tough. But the missile broke through and buckled the port-side wall, slamming the chassis against Jim's body. He pressed the missile button with his remaining hand and ordered a retreat from the battle before anyone else was seriously damaged as HQ were still deciding. After the first two ships had been hit, two of the pilots had requested a retreat but the had declined. After the third, another request was sent, even more urgently. Sick of the inaction by top-brass, Jim removed the squadron from the skirmish before he lost a friend or three. While knocked out from the medication, the doctors realised his entire forearm bone had been ground to dust by the impact. They amputated and when he woke up, Merlin discovered he was now missing a piece of his body. It was later discovered in an investigation that the chassis was poorly built, and the pressure on the left side of the frame kept causing the bars to buckle, allowing the missile to punch through. The final nail in the coffin for Jim's naval career was the death of his father. Throughout the years, Jim had been very close with has father, a man he respected and trusted very much. His mother had become loose and an addict, and his parents had drifted but never father and son. So when his graduation date was confirmed, Jim informed his father who took time off work to come and see the ceremony. On the trip to Earth from Jupiter, pirates attacked the ship and killed his father. Jim found out during the ceremony, at which point he realised that if the Terran Federation couldn't protect one of their own, never mind a civil servants family, how could he really give the rest of his life to this job? Jim walked off the stage and never looked back, wanted for arrest for desertion by the Terran Navy. He bought a ship and named it the Soaring Sparrow after the joke his father used to say about how he fly when he was a child in the trainee ships, quickly and abruptly, but he always knew what he was doing. Jim was his fathers own little Soaring Sparrow, and he never wanted to forget that.

|Extra|
Always carries a handgun, tucked away out of sight, as well as a knife.

[The Great Nahman Jayden]

Rick McKendrick/Glargh Blargh

Glargh Blargh
"Glargh Blargh”
-Glargh Blargh

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Rick McKendrick II
|Age|
23/07/2326
|Age|
31
|Race|
Terran
|Gender|
Male

A P P E A R A N C E

|In Depth Appearance|
Glargh Blargh appears as a horribly scarred human. 3rd degree burns have solidified as scars over his entire body. A loose pile of skin flaps hangs from his neck, revealing a hole in his throat. His burns have left his skin a sickly green colour, with dashes of a pale orange throughout. Glargh has grey eyes, and all his hair has been burnt clean off.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
All of his skin is broken, cracked, scarred and burnt.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Mechanical Work, Quiet downtime, Pacifists, Long walks on the beach
✘Combat, mercenaries, mining stations, people who go out of their way to fight.

|Habits|
Glargh Blargh takes keen interest in all things mechanical, and will often stop to admire and pick apart things to understand how they work.
Glargh is a keen reader, and the fastest way to his heart is to buy him old instruction manuals or Galactic Geographic Issues.

|Fears|
☠Fuel
☠Being lonely

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Reliable ♦ Possessive ♦ Easily distracted ♦ Paranoid ♦

Rick McKendrick II was born with ADHD-PI, making it difficult for him to focus on difficult tasks. Because of the disorder, he is also prone to fits of anxiety, obsession and depression. The results of an experimental treatment designed to completely remove the disorder from the brain means that he also occasionally experiences hallucinations, sensory, auditory and visual.

The accident left Glargh Blargh permanently paranoid of equipment malfunction, which has resulted in him devoting himself to ensuring everything, no matter where he may be, works as it should.

His body is frail and weak, and as such he has no interest in fighting. He is likely to hide unless his friends are in grave danger, where he is willing to step in and protect them.

He's basically a good old Lawful Good character.

|Place of Origin|
Earth
|History|
Born to the rich McKendrick merchant family, Rick struggled through his early years in his district's most expensive school. He was diagnosed with ADHD-PI when he was five. His father tried throwing money at the problem until it went away, but was unsatisfied with simply medicating the condition. He helped fund an experimental procedure which would be able to "cleanse" a brain of mental conditions. Unfortunately, the experiment merely resulted in Rick experiencing severe hallucinations. These are medicated with an experimental drug called Beaumaris.

When he was 15, Rick accidentally missed several doses of Beaumaris and voices told him that his family planned to kill him. In his fit of paranoid, Rick ran away from home, stowing aboard a cargo container he believed would take him to Australia, not realising that the cargo was destined to be loaded on a spaceship.

Rick found himself on the Kabul Mining Station, dedicated to drawing fuel from a nearby planet and refining it into fuel usable by spaceships. The young stowaway was taken under the wing of the chief maintenance officer, who mentored him in engineering and mechanical work while also protecting him from the station head who wanted Rick removed.

10 years into his stay, his mentor died and left Rick as the only qualified technician on the station. He gladly took up the role and was assigned with the job of training new employees in emergency patience procedures to prevent the now ageing station from going critical and exploding. He soon gained a position inspecting mechanical parts that are delivered to the station, which he then used to smuggle Beaumaris into Kabul.

5 years later, when Rick was thirty, the station was attacked by vicious pirates. They began massacring the station, and Rick was forced to hide in the main fuel shaft where he had been performing routine repairs. His personal scanner informed him that the rest of the station had already been killed, so Rick decided to take revenge on the pirates by rigging the fuel shaft to vent throughout the station.

Rick successfully killed all the pirates by vending the raw, corrosive fuel. He was able to move through derelict station with a safety suit covering his body, giving him time to reach an escape pod.

Unfortunately, the pod jettisoned itself with such force that Rick fell onto the control panel, cracking his visor. The lingering gas within the pod rushed into his suit, burning his entire body. He was barely able to remove the suit in time before he burnt to death.

It was a miracle that Rick's body was able to survive the wounds it did. He is now covered in scars, and damage to his throat prevents him from saying his name. As such, he is known only by the most common pair of sounds he makes, "Glargh Blargh."
|Extra|
Saying anything more than grunts or strange audible sounds hurts Glargh's throat a lot. Please refrain from discussing philosophy with him.

Even burnt, Glargh's mind is damaged. He still needs to take a Beaumaris tablet everyday, lest he end up going insane from the hallucinations.

[Heat]

Andreas Galen

“Machine mind, human ingenuity.”
-Andreas Galen

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T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Andreas Galen

|Birth Date|
June 3rd, 2357

|Age|
Approximately five months old, though appears to be in his late twenties.

|Species|
Humanoid Android

|Gender|
Male

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A P P E A R A N C E


|In Depth Appearance|
Andreas stands exactly six feet tall, he appears completely human on the outside. His frame is study and masculine, showing no flaws or irregularities. He has dark blonde hair, and keeps a clean shaven appearance. The android has curious brown eyes which often wander as he absorbs the sights around him. His clothing of choice is a dark grey jumpsuit, several pockets on it, on his feet he wears a comfortable pair of black boots.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
N/A

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G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

Job
Medic

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Learning, any knowledge he can learn.
✔ Music, the type which stirs an emotional response.
✔ Helping people, whether that be through medical aid or other.
✔ Mind sports, chess is a favorite.

✘ Violence and death.
✘ Smoking, drinking and drugs.
✘ Intense arguments and extremely negative emotions.
✘ Abuse of animals.

|Habits|
- Andreas does everything by the book, as he is programmed to. These ways are often the most direct ways.
- He is non violent, programmed that way. Andreas has a strict refusal to attack an organic lifeform. If someone gets into a fight with him then he won't fight back.
- As an android, he was programmed with a full range of emotions, but he does not understand them. He will often ask peculiar questions about human behaviors in an effort to understand and try to become more human like.

|Fears|
☠ Failing those he serves as a man of medicine.
☠ His ten year lifespan ending, he cannot comprehend it, as it was programmed when he was created.

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D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Emotionally naive ♦ Straightforward ♦ Curious ♦ Good-natured ♦

Andreas is a positive thinking android, ones that genuinely cares about others. He treats everyone positively, even if they are the worst kind of scum. He's naive with his emotions in an innocent way. Whilst fully programmed with them he does not understand them fully, nor others. He understands people medically, but not emotionally. Subjects such as love and war are something he does not get. He's also fully aware of his status as an android, though does not know why some people treat him with prejudice because of it.

He's straightforward in his methods and his words, often speaking bluntly with no ill intent. He wasn't programmed to lie, and when asked a question will tell the whole truth. He's an emotional being, able to feel both positive and negative emotions, as well as an almost childlike curiosity and a sense of self preservation. He currently goes by many of his programmed functions, though he is able to learn and change them, this includes his personality and emotions, as he could become more human.

|Place of Origin|
Mars, Sol System, Terran Federation.

|History|
Andreas was created on Mars, in a factory in the largest city on the world. He was an early model of his line of humanoid androids, impossible to tell from humans on the outside. He was named after two legendary medical figures in human history, designed as a doctor and a surgeon, capable of a wide range of functions. A complex mind with encyclopedic knowledge of the medical field able to perform high risk surgeries with machine level precision.

He was sold off Mars a few days after creation to an independent buyer. The android was never meant to stay on Mars anyways, he was capable of working on any ship or world. Leaving Mars was a strange experience for Andreas, knowledge on space and all of the known worlds were implanted into him before creation, he just was not sure whether to feel sad about leaving his home, the world he was essentially born on. It would be the first of many questions he would ask himself.

Andreas was told he was sold to the Sisters of Merci, he had never heard of them, but had been told they provided medical aid across the galaxy to those that desperately needed it. He greatly agreed with the statement, though he did not care for anything in the group other than providing medical aid. He landed on a colony world that had been ravaged by criminals, crime lords practically ran it, crushing the poor under their feet. His first sight of the world, at the beaten, abused masses that needed help saddened the android, he didn't understand why the poor people were hurt so badly by the criminals who ran the world, why no one stepped in to stop them.

He spent several months on the world, administering aid to any and all he could. Andreas did good work, it was what he was programmed to do. Though his life would change after one encounter with a patient, one whose family had been butchered by the mob. A young girl, barely even an adult. Her legs had been broken severely by the mobsters, disfigured the more correct term. He was to remove the limbs and replace them with fully functioning synthetic parts.

Andreas was tasked with giving her a medical checkup, though it would be much more than that as the disturbed woman killed herself before the android. He had exited the room for a moment to retrieve medicine, when he returned he found the window open, the woman's corpse in the street below. She had dragged herself out of the bed, to the window and leaped from it, all in the few minutes he had left the room. From his briefings and interactions with the girl he figured out that she had severe mental issues, though he never expected her to end her own life, he never knew why anyone would do that.

He was relieved of his job after that, the Sisters of Merci horrified at the sight, many blaming him for it. He was given his freedom, though it was not something he wanted, nor was designed to receive. Unsure of where to go next, Andreas drifed for a short time, this was until he ended serving on a ship for the first time in his life. It was a new experience, but one he was eager for.

|Extra|
N/A

[Butch]

Janet „Bolt“ Lynch

“It's broken, idiot. Let me fix it and get the f*** away from it.”
- Janet Lynch

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Janet Lynch

|Birth Date|
February 7th, 2325

|Age|
32

|Species|
Human

|Gender|
Female

A P P E A R A N C E

Janet Lynch

|In Depth Appearance|
Janet is 5'8ft. (1.73m) tall and has long hair which she keeps colored grey, like her eyes. She's athletically built with particularly strong hands. Her outfit consists usually of a tank top and a utility vest, where she keeps several tools in arms reach, cargo pants, which are equally useful in the tool holding department, military-style safety boots and welding goggles. The clothes, like herself, are often dirty and covered in oil.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
She has several scars and burn marks on her hands from years of working with heavy machinery. The fingers of her left hand have obviously been broken several times, additionally part of her face was burnt in an accident a few years back. A complex tattoo covers her upper left arm.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Job|
Engineer/Mechanic

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔Working, tinkering and maintaining machinery
✔Weapons, unless pointed her way.
✔Space, the vast emptiness comforts her.
✔Authority, likes people who can take charge of a situation.
✔Expertise, when someone knows what he/she is doing.
✘Children, don't know what they are doing.
✘Politics, basically adult children arguing.
✘Laziness, doesn't get the job done.
✘Cucumber, who likes it anyway.

|Habits|
Ever since she left the military Janet has made a habit of keeping up a similar lifestyle to the one, she was following during her service. When she is not checking the systems or doing any essential work, she will maintain her equipment, tinker or work out to keep up her physical performance. In her years aboard numerous vessels, traveling across the galaxy, she picked up a rather foul manner of speaking, which she tries to keep down. It shows, however, anytime she's in a state of emotional distress, especially when annoyed or angered.

|Fears|
☠Water, technically she fears the drowning aspect.
☠Captivity, literally and figuratively.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Disciplined ♦ Reliable ♦ Vulgar ♦ Workaholic ♦

Janet identifies strongly with her work, since she has a passion for any kind of machinery, particularly space ships and weapons, to the point at which she often spends her free time tinkering and taking care of equipment. She tries to always perform at her best and follows given orders to the point, since Janet values the advantages of a solid order of command and especially a competent commander. She is however not a people pleaser and dislikes it when others "suck up" to their superiors.

Janet may seem somewhat distant, due to her being taken up by her work quite a lot, but she does enjoy the company of others, as long as they don't stay between her and a malfunctioning engine. She likes, or at least approves of, people who manage to do their own job properly, and highly regards those who excel in their field of expertise, as long as she believes this expertise are of some value, unlike politics.

|Place of Origin|
Earth

|History|
Janet grew up in a middle-class family, her mother was a teacher and her father owned a small workshop, inside which she discovered her interest for moving metal at an early age and spent her youth taking apart and repairing all sort of machines and devices. She spent long nights tinkering and building improvised devices out of spare parts from her father's workshop and the nearby scrap yard. When she was 14, an uncle took her with him on a trip to all the big terran colonies. The experience of space travel lead her to pursue a career, which would allow her to spend her lifetime aboard massive ships, traveling the galaxy.

When she was old enough, Janet signed up for five years of service in the terran military forces, as a combat engineer. Her training mostly consisted of learning how to repair, maintain and setup military equipment and vehicles, often under battle conditions. She also learned how to use a variety of weaponry, although she never excelled at using them, she nonetheless finds pleasure in working on them to this day, especially explosives. After her training she was sent on several missions on board a variety of ships. One such mission almost ended by her drowning in an ocean, after the ship she was on was shot down by pirates while in atmosphere, ever since this day she has, to her own shame, developed a fear of water.

After these five years of service Janet wanted to find new challenges and worked on several civilian ships, ranging from transporters to scientific research vessels, always ready to jump aboard a new ship - a new challenge. Which lead her to her most recent job on board of a small space ship, named after a certain animal.

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Cyl

“I have done as you have ordered.”
-Cyl Kitt

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|
Cyl Kitt

|Birth Date|
12.2.2356 / 12.2.2356
|Age|
1 year since manufacturing (Appears around 21 visually)
|Species|
Android / AI
|Gender|
Female

A P P E A R A N C E

Cyl

That is also her uniform.

|In Depth Appearance|
Cyl Kitt has blonde hair and sky blue (well, Earth's sky, anyways) eyes. Her body is slender, and she looks awfully cute, as her original designers made her. She is usually seen wearing her uniform (which is in the image), an orange dress with a white hem, with a shirt that looks like it is made just for the dress, white over orange with twin orange lines over it, and black sleeves. Over this is a tight utility belt that carries what tools that Cyl may require (which may or may not include a sidearm). She wears stockings that are black with black and white armour-like plates over them, as well as orange and white boots. When off duty, Cyl will often remove her shirt and stick with the dress. Orange is her colour.

|Scars, Tattoos, Piercings|
N/A

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

|Job|
Analyst/Scientist

|Likes & Dislikes|
✔ Exploration and experimentation
✔ Women
✔ Being treated like a Human
✔ Improving things

✘ Her own emotions
✘ Being referred to as a robot, AI, etc.
✘ Major restrictions (minor ones are understandable to her)
✘ Threats

|Habits|
Cyl has the habit of omitting details, as well as a habit of 'accidentally' entering a restricted area (either truly restricted or, for example, someone's cabin). Cyl also tends to giggle alot, which she sometimes dislikes as it gives away what she is thinking.

|Fears|
☠ Cyl fears being deactivated
☠ Cyl is afraid of insects.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

|Personality|
♦ Curious ♦ Cheerful ♦ Straightforward ♦ Shy ♦

Cyl is generally cheerful and likes to make people smile. However, her persona upon manufacturing was defined as 'shy', and with that a lot of other personality traits toggled on and off randomly. Cyl is prone to being quite upset, and has the ability to do things such as cry tears that are generated. Cyl's original programming, along with other HARAI103E3 models were designed to not realize they were an android, and to firmly believe they were human, even if told otherwise, even if proven otherwise. That was her original programming.

Cyl is special in comparison to other Android AIs made by her manufacturer, in the way that she is actually damaged in few areas during production because of faulty components. Her programming was set for her to have a role as a scientific and analytical personnel member on board of a ship, which she did. However, that was where she broke.

Cyl, as per her full coding, is supposed to follow orders given by crew, and at the same time follow what her mind (IE, her CPU) tells her to do at the same time. The damaged section of this is the second order. She takes a lot of things literally. For example, if she is in the middle of an experiment, and you tell her to get rid of it, she quite literally will get rid of it. This can be good in some regards, but at the same time, what if she is experimenting on a door? A handheld weapon? A missile? The reactor for the entire ship? However, if you tell her to stop her experiment, she can stop it, though you may have to tell her specifically to clean it up, if that is required, so that she doesn't get rid of it entirely.

However, that is not the only damaged part of her. If you don't tell her to tell you if she has any problems while controlling a ship (for example), she most likely won't tell you that the engines had been damaged until you told her to move the ship. If Cyl believes that something is wrong, she won't alert anyone until she is 100% sure it is wrong, but that also depends on the situation. If, for example, she is under threat of an EMP attack, and she thinks it might happen, she may make an excuse to move somewhere safer, not telling anyone why, even if she is not certain of the attack.

Cyl realizes that she is an Android, though at the same time she does not take full notice of it and 99.99% of her is dedicated to remaining in a 'human' state of mind. However, she has been told on several occasions that she may get deactivated because of her damages. The only reason she is still there now is because her role doesn't pose as much of a threat as, say, if she were a pilot.

|Place of Origin|
Aberdeen, Scotland, Earth.

|History|
Cyl Katt was the damaged product of Wendell Artifical Intelligence and Robotics™'s HARAI (Human and Robot Artificial Intelligence), a line of AI that were supposed to be exactly on human comprehension and expression, as well as utility, being used for the military, engineering, or whatever the programming designates it as. Cyl was designated to join up with the space navy, and it was there that her programming was designated as faulty. It was sheer luck she managed to hold the position.

Throughout the time she has spent alive, Cyl was eager to explore and test new things out. On one of the ships that she was on, she managed to upgrade the crew's weapons to be more efficient in combat, which coincidentally got field tested when the ship was boarded by pirates. She jumped from ship to ship, and eventually she was transferred to her current ship, the {Error; ship name undefined}.

|Extra|
N/A