Name: Finn Olsen Nicknames: Old Finn, Captain Olsen Race: Human Age: 43 (looks around 60) Gender: Male Occupation: space lifeguard/mercenary Appearance: classic old deep sea fisherman look: grey beard, yellow jumpsuit, pipe, etc.
History: Finn grew up on a small space station in the belt, and to this day has only stepped onto ‘real’ ground twice. With his parents having left to seek out a future amongst the stars he was raised by his grandfather who worked as an interstellar lifeguard, he grew up on stories of how his great grandfathers worked on rescue boats and as fishermen in what was the North Sea. He inherited his grandfathers trade, as well as most of his personality, and lives a solitary life waiting to help those who have become trapped in the cold depths of space. Unfortunately for Finn being a lifeguard doesn't allow the most glamorous of lifestyles, despite donations from grateful people he has rescued, this means in order to keep the lights on he is forced to take up mercenary work from time to time as an escort for ships carrying goods or to help people find lost ships. This means that over the years he has built up a wide web of connections to people he has helped or worked with in the past, chances are if you need something done Finn knows just the guy and they probably owe him a favour, though he is rarely known to call them in himself as he doesn't want to bother people with his problems.
Personality: Though Finn may look and act like your typical grumpy ship captain on the inside he is warm, welcoming and always willing to help, though experience has led him to be suspicious of strangers who have conveniently decided to turn up in the middle of a job. Always there for a friend, between his jobs and favours he is no stranger to adventure and has journeyed across space with various groups of people and will happily ramble on for hours about his past endeavours assuming you don't fall asleep; in which case you will wake up wrapped in his musty coat with him patiently waiting to restart his story. Despite this he does prefer to be alone, and contrary to him often helping others he prefers to solve his own problems himself, he doesn't seek fame of fortune he just wants to live the out his days in relative peace though that will never keep him from helping those in need.
Equipment: Antique magnetic harpoon: an old railgun from when humanity first ventured into the stars, capable of shooting armour piercing harpoons at long range. Magnetic boots: name says it all, boots which allow him to walk on ship hulls Bionic right eye: allows him to zoom in his vision to see long distances and in infrared, handy for finding people trapped in ship wreckages. Is indistinguishable from his normal eye. Finn’s list: a list of good friends, contacts and people who owe him favours saved onto a data chip in his false eye. Good knowledge of space: not really a piece of equipment but he knows how to navigate most of the space within the Empire of humanity like the back of his hand. Poor knowledge of planets: again not really equipment but after spending nearly his entire life in space he has trouble coping with the dense sprawl of cities and consistent gravity. Pipe: an old wooden pipe, filled with tobacco modified to have fewer health risks. Old space suit: instead of having a personal ship Finn instead chose to buy an antique diving suit retrofitted for use in space. Normally used for breaching into shipwrecks, is fairly slow and can be clumsy though. Is equipped with a drill and of course fits with Finn's seafaring aesthetic...
Of course it's a big daddy why would it be anything else.
Allegiance: the Gray family Finn has worked with the Grays on a few occasions, all starting with him saving Emily Gray’s cousin George who had become stranded in space (which happens to be the story of the second time he set foot on a planet). This ended up with him taking jobs for them, though mostly for George and never for the queen herself. This has led to him quite liking the Grays and most of them will know him at least by sight if not by name. Despite knowing and supporting the Gray's Finn hopes that one day the human empire can survive without any rulers or a solid government. Opinions: Aliens: His grandfather helped the alien refugees a lot in the Harbingers migrant crisis and Finn has done his best to continue his work, helping refugees reach Human worlds and getting them settled in to life amongst humanity, introducing them to people he knows as well as adding these aliens to his list of contacts if he ever needs help. This has made him fearful of the Harbingers, having heard too many horror stories from the aliens he's helped out to ever want to journey too far out of the Orion Spur as well as dread the consequences should they ever invade.
Other: Has always wanted ago at killing the legendary white mobius space whale...
Appearance: Armour: Dark red recon armour with three cyan stripes on the right side of the helmet and the left shoulder, lenses on helmet are also cyan; under armour is matte black. On top of armour is wearing a camouflage cloak which can change colour depending on surroundings in order to blend in, defaults to black and grey. Face: Gaunt with hollow cheeks and skin a shade greyer than is normal for a tau, he has a scar stretching from just below his right eye across his nose to the left side of his upper lip. Despite his near undead appearance his eyes shine with life and determination. Pulse carbine: Same black and red colour scheme as his armour with three blue stripes running along the length of the barrel.
Personality: Charismatic and excitable Fiora always trys to lead a group he is in, often attempting to charm his teammates with his enthusiasm. He hates conflict within a team and will react aggressively towards anyone he thinks is purposely making trouble as he sees it as a betrayal of the greater good. He enjoys working with other races declaring multiracial squads to be a great victory for, and proof of the eventual triumph of the greater good. Though Fiora knows he will die long before the greater good is spread throughout the entire galaxy, he is content in the knowledge that he has played a part in the furtherance of Tau goals. Is known to be over enthusiastic though is oblivious to this himself. This positive personality is contrasted by his vicious fighting tactics. Using Kauyon tactics to repeatedly ambush and completely wipe out enemies who are drawn away from the bulk of enemy forces by other squad members used as bait.
History: Was born on the Tau home world of T’au, Fiora spent his childhood surrounded by reminders of his species greatness and felt pressured to become an embodiment of Tau ideals, this lead him to zealously adhere to the philosophies of the greater good. Fiora enlisted as a fire warrior cadet as soon as he could, and through success in combat was quickly promoted to shas’la becoming a fully fledged fire warrior. His fighting style eventually lead to him being reposted as a pathfinder where he was fully in his element. His continued success meant that he received extra training and became part of a pathfinder special forces group carrying out stealth operations in priority war zones alongside kroot warriors and stealth suits, starting his envy of their pilots and him eventually repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) attempting to join their squads, though in recognition of his attempts he was presented with his camouflage cloak upon promotion to shas’ui. On his most recent deployment his group was caught off guard during a sabotage mission forcing command to prematurely detonate their explosives remotely, this lead to most of them being killed in the resulting explosion and more died in their attempt to escape the alerted enemies. Fiora escaped but was badly wounded and was in a coma like state for a month, when he awoke the learned that the mission was declared a failure and the group had been disbanded. The survivors were to be split up and redeployed into new squads and war zones, Fiora being sent to the planet Su'Ya.
Skills: Stealth: has been trained to be able to hide easily in most environments. Speed and acrobatics: is able to quickly move from position to position as well as being nimble enough to reach hard to get places, this coupled with his stealth allows him to quickly move around his foes attacking from unexpected positions.
Equipment: Backsun filter: allows low light vision and reduces glare from bright lights (eg: photon grenades. Recon armour: lighter less protective version of combat armour. Pulse carbine: standard pulse carbine. Camouflage cloak: a custom made cloak which changes its colours to better blend in with Fiora’s surroundings. Marker light: highlights targets and allows the user and nearby allies to fire upon them with greater accuracy and efficiency. 3xPhoton grenades: standard photon grenades.
Miscellaneous: Has always been jealous of stealth suit pilots and covets their abilities, he hopes one day to be promoted and have one of his own. Though he bears them no ill will Fiora doesn't understand why command chose to sacrifice his entire group and seeks an explanation.
Namia awoke in darkness, initially panicked he reached for his sickle which normally lay at his side when he slept before realising he was safe. He did not understand why the guild had insisted upon him helping them before almost immediately afterwards insisting that he slept in a windowless room and kept out of sight of the 'commoners', he assumed this meant that the inhabitants of this city much like the previous few would react negatively if they saw his appearance. He noted that on his approach to Rothenburg, whilst the monsters he sought were more abundant the people were generally more hostile likely due to one too many bad experiences with strangers.
Groaning he slowly sat up and lit a candle, using the light to inspect himself he noted that the spines which had begun to grow on his back, shins and forearms were becoming more pronounced. Tying his dreadlocks behind his head he slowly got up before getting dressed, he fitted his sickle and poison making kit to his belt and finally donned the heavy cloak that the guild had given him to hide his features. Sitting back down he stared at his hunting mask which he had hung on a peg by the door, he was surprised that the ornate designs on the mask had stayed intact for so long. Suddenly he longed to return home, remembering the witches promise that if he managed to complete his transformation he would be able to return to his people. Trying to keep his mind away from his home he crossed the room, placed the mask over his face and opened the door. Luckily he didn't have to travel far to reach the main room, he was still getting used to the layout and was worried about getting lost in this new environment. Approaching the bounty board he eyed the contracts for a while before marking the Ogre hunt to show his interest. He walked over to the corner of the room and sat alone at a table and got out his poison kit deciding to prepare some venoms to apply to his blade. Taking off his mask so he could focus better, he wondered if he should look for the guilds captain 'Drystan he thought his name was?' before deciding against it, instead focusing on grinding up the ingredients he had assembled in his pestle and mortar.
What would the limit to what people can be? I know you want us to be mostly tau but would we be limited to just fire warriors or could there be stealth suits or other specialists.
[color=aba000]I am a human... I think[/color]
I like kipsate...
[color=ed1c24]and hugs...[/color]
[color=00aeef]... to be continued...[/color]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><font color="#aba000">I am a human... I think</font><br>I like kipsate...<br><font color="#ed1c24">and hugs...</font><br><font color="#00aeef">... to be continued...</font></div>