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Captain Eliot Warren Robbins

Age:

56

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Robbins is a tall, well-built man, with broad shoulders and a beefy form. His jaw is hard, and riddled with stubble, and his dark hair is starting to grey. His eyes are a dark brown, his skin lightly tanned, and his features are firm.

The captain dresses in a casual manner, but to this day keeps his Confederate Uniform in his room.

Personality:

Ever since the end of the civil war, Warren has spent his whole life running. He keeps a cheerful exterior, but the horrors of battle weigh heavily on his shoulders. Eliot's got no respect for Union laws, but has his own moral code, which he sticks to fiercely.

Once upon a time he believed the Confederacy would return in a blaze of glory, and smash the Union into a thousand pieces, but nowadays he holds a far more pessimistic world view, and tends to keep his head down when he can afford it.

Biography:

Eliot was raised in the Robinson Orphanage for wayward children, and spent his earliest years in near-povertous conditions. When the Crimson Blade Bandit Crew came riding through town, Eliot jumped at the opportunity to live a life of adventure, and climbed aboard with the tough-talking gunslingers.

The next few decades were spent raiding both Union and Confederate vessels, until a heist gone wrong left Eliot shot in the back and abandoned by his fellow outlaws.

Eliot spent some time in jail, until the Civil War kicked off, and the former bandit was conscripted into the Confederate Army. He excelled within the military, and quickly rose to the rank of Captain.

The Captain was there at the battle of Starfall, when the last few vestiges of Confederate Resistance laid down their guns, and surrendered to Union law.

Eliot fled to the fringe systems, where he commandeered a Union transport vessel by the name of “Soverign’s Grace”, which he re-named “Brightburn”, in commemoration of the battle where he earned the rank of Captain.

Him and his crew have been outlaws ever since, trying to get by in the badlands of the space age.


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Camden Ives
Terran Medic

Age:
47

Appearance:
Your standard Outer Rim outlaw: underfed, overcaffeinated, and exhausted. The ship's medic is slim and tall, though the latter is usually diminished by habitually sinking into a scholar's pose, hunched over something like a book or a meal. Despite her dark olive complexion, Camden somehow manages an unhealthy pallor and keeps greyish circles beneath both eyes. Nearly always she bundles her black hair into a simple, roguish tail, mostly to prevent stray locks from hanging into an open wound she might be suturing. Something other than the years has worn her down early, leaving a tired haze in her eyes.

On the back of her right hand, a brand in the shape of a coiled viper has been burned into her skin, marking her permanently as a murderer in the eyes of the Union.

Personality:
Lots of people talk big. Camden’s been around the Outer Rim long enough to hear it all (she hasn't been there long, but there are only so many clichéd hyperboles). He'll shoot ya soon as look at ya. She can pilot a fighter through the eye of a needle. He's the biggest, meanest sumbitch this side of the Gale. Camden has no need for bluster, her own or anyone else's. She never brags and never believes a claim until she sees it for herself.

At first blush she's talkative, even chipper, ever ready with a joke or a playful elbow jab. But lie to her, play games, or threaten someone she loves, and she'll show you how ruthless looks with a smirk.

There is rarely ever a moment Camden is fully sober. When she is, her hands shake, her temper is short, and the only thing on her mind is where she's getting her next drink.

“Listen mate, don't worry about what's in my flask. You don't want me workin’ on you without it.”


Biography:
Thing about scars is that either one hides them or takes every opportunity to make a story of them.

Camden is the former, but the brand on her hand is visible enough: the Union says she killed someone. Doesn't matter whether she did or not, she's marked for life. Some merchants won't sell to her in the nicer parts, some clinics won't hire her, and the Union would be only too happy to put a bullet in her skull. It's ruined her life, taken away every thing she ever had. Good family, good reputation, good money. She was educated, ran a blog, and was in line to head up a decent hospital in the Epsilon Sector, in Union Space. There was even a man once. They were going to build a family, and everything was going to be wonderful.

Now she has that scar.

When the Brightburn picked Camden up, she was working under a less-than-morally-ambiguous Zaetarian at a makeshift clinic for lowlifes who couldn't afford real medical care, or didn't want questions about how they were hurt. This man was barely more than butcher, but Camden needed to eat, so she spent long hours to save as many patients as she could manage from preventable infections or stupid deaths. Working in filthy conditions and with a meager array of tools, her abilities were limited.

She met Robbins when he came in with a gunshot wound. They shared a laugh or two (at least she did) while she sewed him up, and they ended up chatting at length because there wasn't enough anesthetic to dull the pain.

Same night, some poor sap came in after taking a fifty foot step off a building one street over. Camden's employer received a bribe to kill him and make it look like bad luck. She never knew that for certain, but she worked it out when his treatment was incompetent even for him. Sacrificing sleep, she attended to the patient instead, against the Zaetarian’s wishes.

In the morning, she woke up at her desk to find he had bled out. It didn't make any sense. She hadn't missed anything. When she asked her employer, he asked her to leave at gunpoint.

Out of a job, Camden went to the port before the Bightburn took off, and asked Robbins if he was hiring.

Additional Notes:
At all times, Camden carries loaded revolver, but she never draws it unless she intends to use it.
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Name: Reeves "Reaver" Kamdo

Age: 39

Appearance: Tall with wiry muscle, Kamdo's built like a blade. His facial structure is just like the rest of his body, handsome and sharp. With combat apparel down to his boots, he wears a simple blue-grey tanktop on his upper body. His indigo hair is moderate length, reaching his shoulders, parted in the middle of his face. He has a vivid tattoo on his left shoulder of a skull with a bullet hole through the temple.

Personality: Reaver's a born hunter, almost enjoying the chase as much as capturing his bounty. He's fiery and fierce, but when he's not out shooting, fixing up the ship, or practicing jiujitsu, he does little else but lay around and eat. Sarcasm is his go to for most any situation, and one liners are sure to be heard before he takes someone out. He'll adhere to the captain though, if he pulls rank on him. Kamdo grew up a soldier after all, even if he loves the freedom of being out of the service.

Biography: Born on the poor agricultural world of Deltenumm, Reeves grew up on a dusty farm with his mother, father, and various siblings. Reeves had the distinction of being the 2nd oldest, behind his oldest sister. He got to working on his father's hover tractor, fixing it up and keeping it operational. Reeves was also prone to defend the farm and his family from other land owners wanting more land, and thieves looking for an easy target. He loved to hunt game when he wasn't fixing up the family's vehicles.

When the war broke out, there were both confederate and union recruiters landing on world. It took about a year for the place to become a battleground, and Reeve's farm was behind Union lines. He'll never forget the mistreatment of his family. In fact, he and his kin grew uncooperative, so the Union torched their farm and scattered his family. Reeves and his brothers joined the Confederacy, and to this day he still doesn't know what happened to his parents and older sister. Two of his brother's died in the line of duty, one surviving and starting a family just after the war.

Reeves on the other hand was noted with distinction for killing five Union soldiers when a raiding party boarded the frigate he was in, working as an engineer. He was even captured at one point on Sigma Prime and beaten for three days until it was liberated by his comrades. But the war took a turn for the worst, and a few short years later he and his fellow confederates were on the run. Reeves didn't surrender however, and eventually joined Captain Robbin's crew.

Additional Notes:
He is proficient in Jiu Jitsu and enjoys readings books on ancient Japanese history/philosophy.
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  • Combat Knife
  • Smoke Grenade (2)
  • Frag Grenade (2)
  • Various Engineer tools (wrench, blow torch, welding goggles, etc)
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Name: Cha’kwaina (Che-Ya-Quee-nah)

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