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By the year 5215, Humanity and all that comes with them have spread far and wide across the galaxy, meeting and befriending many different races across the stars, and warring with many more. The Human empire was fear for over a 1000 years across known space, their military a force to be reckoned with.
But beneath the apparent order of the empire, lay the truth; a seething underbelly, dominated by smuggglers, bounty hunters, pirates, mercenaries and everything in between. Deals went down in bars - shootings as well - with barely a glance from the local Imperators. So long as it was small enough to be overlooked, or you had the cash to grease palms with, you could get away with almost anything.
The Empire form in a sort of concentric ring pattern, each one getting wider and wilder as they got further from the center, where bandits and killers plied their trade. The inner planets, where the wealthy, privledged and primarily human lived, was a place of opulence and order. Buildings made entirely of glass and crystal floated in the clouds above gorgeous green oceans. In the circle, the call it heaven; on the frontiers, the untamed call it where freedom goes to die.
Now, with a rebellion forming on one end of the Empire, conflict from warlords and political factions within, a ancient aliens race, long in hibernation, has begun to reclaim whats there, leaving frontier panets on the edge of the empire deolate, no survivors to tell of the horrors. The Imperical Agenda, the ruling caste, are doing their best to keep the threat hidden, but the truth has a way of getting out....
But beneath the apparent order of the empire, lay the truth; a seething underbelly, dominated by smuggglers, bounty hunters, pirates, mercenaries and everything in between. Deals went down in bars - shootings as well - with barely a glance from the local Imperators. So long as it was small enough to be overlooked, or you had the cash to grease palms with, you could get away with almost anything.
The Empire form in a sort of concentric ring pattern, each one getting wider and wilder as they got further from the center, where bandits and killers plied their trade. The inner planets, where the wealthy, privledged and primarily human lived, was a place of opulence and order. Buildings made entirely of glass and crystal floated in the clouds above gorgeous green oceans. In the circle, the call it heaven; on the frontiers, the untamed call it where freedom goes to die.
Now, with a rebellion forming on one end of the Empire, conflict from warlords and political factions within, a ancient aliens race, long in hibernation, has begun to reclaim whats there, leaving frontier panets on the edge of the empire deolate, no survivors to tell of the horrors. The Imperical Agenda, the ruling caste, are doing their best to keep the threat hidden, but the truth has a way of getting out....
Name: Darian Sharp aka Cap'n Sharpe
Age:32
Occupation:Freebooter, Artifact hunter
Ultimate goals: To find an ancient artifact spoken of in legends from different alien races, said to grant eternal life.
Biography: Born to an outlaw on the outer planets, he started life moving from place to place, picking up the history of the region and whatever artifacts he could find, his interest growing. Eventually, after his fathers arrest and execution, the government shipped him off to the military, where he fought on the front lines against the She'en race. He was kicked out a 24 for looting ancient sites, and proceeded to join an outlaw ship. Over the next few years, a bounty grew on his head, large enough that the rest of the crew formed a plan to take his head in. Learning this, he put on his space suit and proceeded to to open all the airlocks, laughing as the rest of the crew was sucked into the void. Now he does what ever pays to fund his treasure hunts, bank robberies, piracy, smuggling, what ever he can find. This has its downside, of course, as he now has bounties from both side of the law.
Appearance:
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Ship: A small cargo ship with warp capabilities, modified with armour and weapons. Squat and ugly, it gets the job done.
Age:32
Occupation:Freebooter, Artifact hunter
Ultimate goals: To find an ancient artifact spoken of in legends from different alien races, said to grant eternal life.
Biography: Born to an outlaw on the outer planets, he started life moving from place to place, picking up the history of the region and whatever artifacts he could find, his interest growing. Eventually, after his fathers arrest and execution, the government shipped him off to the military, where he fought on the front lines against the She'en race. He was kicked out a 24 for looting ancient sites, and proceeded to join an outlaw ship. Over the next few years, a bounty grew on his head, large enough that the rest of the crew formed a plan to take his head in. Learning this, he put on his space suit and proceeded to to open all the airlocks, laughing as the rest of the crew was sucked into the void. Now he does what ever pays to fund his treasure hunts, bank robberies, piracy, smuggling, what ever he can find. This has its downside, of course, as he now has bounties from both side of the law.
Appearance:
i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/5d/87/c55d8…
Ship: A small cargo ship with warp capabilities, modified with armour and weapons. Squat and ugly, it gets the job done.
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Some variant of this, I'm not picky. Just put the information thats important, and whatever you want to be known. Long or short. You can use pictures, or words if you cant find one you like.
He tromped one foot after the other, dust kicking up around his knees with every impact, a small metal tablet - covered with odd characters - clutched tightly in his hands. He glanced over his shoulder every few steps, glancing neverously over his respirator mask. The things he'd run into back there, robot animal hybrids of some sorts, had been awakened by his removal of the tablet. Looking back, he saw small clouds of dust kicking up over the hills, a dozen at least, signaling that the creatures were hot on his tail.
He looked down at the mapping system on his wrist, dread filling him as he saw he was a mile away from his ship. In this heavy gravity, the things would catch up to him before he made it have way there.
This wasn't his first time running from the guardians of some ancient alien civilization in the uninhabited moons, outside the Empires direct control. Very rarely was it just as easy as walking in a grabbing what he was after; of course, that might be his own fault, as greed made him go after the most valuable and important of artifacts.
Another fifteen minutes later, and he wasn't feeling much better about his situation. He was running now, more of a slow jog, really, and had his large pistol in his hand. The Hybrids came towards him in short, fast bounds. He fired a few shots, cursing at himself for not keeping a few of the assault rifles he delivered on his last run.
"Sure could use that now, you dumb bastard," He wheezed to himself, listening to the high pitched screaming behind him, a horrible sound coming from one of the creatures he'd shot.
Sharp could see his ship, only a few hundred meters away, and he put another burst of energy into his run, praying to a god he didn't believe in he would make it.
He looked down at the mapping system on his wrist, dread filling him as he saw he was a mile away from his ship. In this heavy gravity, the things would catch up to him before he made it have way there.
This wasn't his first time running from the guardians of some ancient alien civilization in the uninhabited moons, outside the Empires direct control. Very rarely was it just as easy as walking in a grabbing what he was after; of course, that might be his own fault, as greed made him go after the most valuable and important of artifacts.
Another fifteen minutes later, and he wasn't feeling much better about his situation. He was running now, more of a slow jog, really, and had his large pistol in his hand. The Hybrids came towards him in short, fast bounds. He fired a few shots, cursing at himself for not keeping a few of the assault rifles he delivered on his last run.
"Sure could use that now, you dumb bastard," He wheezed to himself, listening to the high pitched screaming behind him, a horrible sound coming from one of the creatures he'd shot.
Sharp could see his ship, only a few hundred meters away, and he put another burst of energy into his run, praying to a god he didn't believe in he would make it.
Did you guys just lose interest, or whats up here?
"Put me down, ya slimy lizard!" He squirmed ineffectively, scowling. I can use me own damned leg, don't something like you to get me where we're goin'."
Jack winced as the metal cut into his wrists,making sure to keep his muscles flexed, for wriggle room later on.
"Oh, for the love of all thats valuable, are reading me my rights? Is this some kind of freakin' joke, or are you as crazy a mutant as ya look?" He let out an involuntary chuckle at the absurdity of the notion; Law, proper law, in these parts. Who did this lizard think she was kidding? "Sweet cheeks, there ain't been anyone upholding rights and shit since the rocks came down." The chuckle turn inot a rolling, almost manic laugh as the whole situation finally got to him. A slightly crazy grin, hinting at deepset madness, came to him as he turned towards Kronos. "And what are YOU, then, her deputy?" He snorted and shifted uncomfortably.
"Here I was, trying to help some folks out...." Lies, lies, and lies.
"Oh, for the love of all thats valuable, are reading me my rights? Is this some kind of freakin' joke, or are you as crazy a mutant as ya look?" He let out an involuntary chuckle at the absurdity of the notion; Law, proper law, in these parts. Who did this lizard think she was kidding? "Sweet cheeks, there ain't been anyone upholding rights and shit since the rocks came down." The chuckle turn inot a rolling, almost manic laugh as the whole situation finally got to him. A slightly crazy grin, hinting at deepset madness, came to him as he turned towards Kronos. "And what are YOU, then, her deputy?" He snorted and shifted uncomfortably.
"Here I was, trying to help some folks out...." Lies, lies, and lies.
Please... be gentle....
He muttered and groaned and he redid his belt, walk funnily as he made his way to his rifle. He pointedly did not look at the mutants as he decided this would one of those jobs that he didn't brag about to whores and fellow gamblers, right up the with the bandit Hannibal shit-salinger.
"Are ya happy now, ya kinky witch?! I think ya ripped me sphincter...."
He ran a hand over his stubble covered, somewhat handsome face. "Wait, where we going now? You monsters just got done murdering dozens of bandits! I'd think a brew is in order, aye?"
"Are ya happy now, ya kinky witch?! I think ya ripped me sphincter...."
He ran a hand over his stubble covered, somewhat handsome face. "Wait, where we going now? You monsters just got done murdering dozens of bandits! I'd think a brew is in order, aye?"
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