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3,200 | 72 | 9 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia gave out a flat laugh as Ensō injected her with the medical gel.
"Our winters in Russia were hotter than this little pain. No heat can affect me. The pain means nothing."
Anastasia's chest seized up, letting the gel work its wonders. Her breath returned to normal, allowing her to finally take a deep breath and a good smell.
"Hm? Century? Humanity? Ahahahahaaa... That's a nice joke there, there's no way I was sleeping that long, I'd be like, dead, you know? Humans don't live that long"
Anastasia stood up and glared deep into the captain's eyes. She gave a stern voice towards him.
"Listen. I don't know how you managed to achieve captain for such a battle ship, but listen here. The year is 2305. You guys have been asleep. For a very long time if you didn't notice. You see these two wounds?"
She pointed to the two burn marks from the lasers.
"These were given to me by what is left of the Space Marine Military Force. In fact, what's left of it is a mafia taking out anyone they don't like or deem unnecessary. Which includes all 50 soldiers from the Super Soldier Program. Humanity is dying. Accept it. We need to find out more about this and what happened. Do you understand?" | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,201 | 72 | 10 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | ???
"Ahahahaa, no way no way, that's ridiculous. This isn't some kind of movie, that kind of thing only happens for movie premises", he responded with a goofy doubtful smile. Despite the stern look he didn't seem to take her seriously, he wasn't easily swayed, or he was an oblivious idiot, either way, he didn't seem to believe that. He pat the lady on the shoulder and walked towards another end of the room, he seemed to know where he was going. There was a console at the end and he was walking towards it.
"And really, this isn't even my ship, that old junker's down at the station, they kind of made me captain this thing and it's a pain... 'We'll need you later' they said, 'you're a valueable asset' they said. Please, I just want to eat good food and live peacefully, hell those marines you mentioned, I get run ins with them all the time, don't blow it out of proportion... Now then...", by the time he finished talking he reached the console. He hit a few buttons, but it wasn't responding...
"Hm? Ah that's strange... Let's see...", for a moment he acted as if he was trying to find some kind of error and then just gave it a swift kick, and within moments it booted up. There was such a console like this in every room, it was for anything, communications, used like a personal PC.
"Okay... Where'd they put my stuff... Oh there's a notification for 100... Birthdays... For a... Steven Stevenson... Huh", he scratched his head as a panicked feeling began to take form. There was an uneasy silence as they just heard a few 'hms' and 'huh', as he tapped away at the little console... And then...
"WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"
It appears to have finally dawned on him. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,202 | 72 | 11 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Ensō
“Nonsense,” Ensō said in a voice that sounded on the surface to be scoffing or condescending. He didn't turn around to face the other of his kind. He could never be considered patriotic or defined by his culture and people's so the pitch-black mass of energy behind him did nothing for him. No loyalty. “Female's species has incredible natural healing capabilities; endurance; flexibility. Need only look at human plasticity of response to understand that.”
The Unnamed said all of that as the Unidentified Female Object – Russian, Soviet Union, Moscow, Привет, vodka, communism, STOP – went through the natural process of healing rapidly, aided by the MedicaJel. “Tea is a relaxant. Prescription unnecessary for anyone but the 'Captain'.”
Then he paused. Prescription for captain to be removed... permanently. He supposed the time he'd spent in the ship's cryosleep systems unaffected by the freeze or the isolation hadn't been enough to rewrite his central core's biological hardwiring completely, to remove all the evidence of military training and tactics and bloodlust. It was a good thing he locked everything down under the Oath. | Name: Ensō (EHN - SOH)
Gender: ??? – Prefers masculine pronouns.
Species: Unnamed
Age: ??? – 'Offended' when any number above 2000 is suggested.
Date of Birth: 1st of January
Place of Birth: The Solar System
Height: Fluctuates between 5'6" and 5'9" – seemingly only when he is trying to impress.
Weight: Much, much lighter than that of a human of the same size and build.
Appearance: Quite simply, a human-shaped mass of black energy. He does not reflect light and so it is difficult to make out any real facial features without him turning around. Ensō seems androgynous, as many Unnamed do, with a thin build with slight shoulders, devoid of any gender characteristics. His 'hair' is long, shoulder-length and somehow follows the same physics that a human's would.
Personality: Clueless – when his appearance and species offends or unsettles someone, he doesn't realise; when slinking silently up behind someone, he doesn't make a noise not for any nefarious purpose but because he doesn't understand that humans can't sense each other as his kind can. He is pacifistic, claiming to have taken the "Hippocratic Oath" – an outdated human custom. Ensō, like most of his kind, loves humanity, but at times he views them as more of an experiment, a lab rat ready to be studied. While he doesn't fully understand emotions, particularly human ones, he can emulate them to a fairly adept level... just not at the right times. To that end, he's a bit amoral, too.
Likes:
Humanity
Science – Biology, chemistry and physics!
'Spacewalks'
Classical Music
Dislikes:
Violence
Death
Existential Crises
Ambitions: Ensō's motivations are unclear but, for the time being, he seems to be content with helping as many humans as he can and copying their mannerisms and emotions. He has one object with him on the ship and that is an ancient book in an archaic language – most suspect it to be his native tongue. He studies and wants something from it, that much is clear, but what is it? A way home? A method to become human?
Strengths:
Medical Training – Ensō has an encyclopedic knowledge of medical techniques, human ones in particular, and considers it a great privilege to 'fix' human beings. His skill in surgery (though he 'hopes' it is not needed) seems unparalleled.
Linguist – Maybe it's just an age thing. While Ensō speaks exclusively in English, he often interrupts other conversations, even if they were in other species' tongues. He doesn't need any translation device.
Endurance – A quirk of biology, perhaps, but Ensō has no trouble with spaceflight or any consequences associated with it. If the grav-systems turn off, he adapts quickly as if it were never on in the first place. He doesn't feel the claustrophobia of a ship nor the 'sea legs' when on land. He can take more bullets or cuts than a normal human could but he claims enough would cause him to simply... dissipate.
Weaknesses:
Flightiness – One could say that Ensō only does what he's interested in doing, when he wants to do it. And, if it's not a human on his operating table, whether or not he'll help out is up to the whims of the tide. He doesn't follow orders well, and he sure as hell doesn't like being forced into things.
Basic Comprehension – Or the lack thereof. Ensō, for all his apparent knowledge, doesn't understand facial expressions, when someone wants him to leave, or basic concepts like privacy and dignity. He can be fairly blunt and though he understands the concept of skirting around the truth, it's something he can't bring himself to do.
Fears:
Ensō fears death – not just his own (which he calls his "Calling", a strange quirk) but also those of 'loved ones' and friends.
He also has an irrational yet crippling fear of the universe suddenly ending.
Interests:
Xenobiology and the medical techniques of alien species;
The Earth's history;
Human art, music and basic culture;
Space and the mythology of the planets – even those of his own people.
History: Not much is known about Ensō, save what he has told others on the ship. He claims to have appeared in the Solar System at some point in humanity's history, and he often makes insensitive comments about "watching the crusades" and "how interesting the World Wars were". It can be presumed that he was watching and studying for a long, long time. His name originates from Asian culture, but when asked if he follows Buddhism or similar, he denies it; he only appreciates the sentiment.
Once, Ensō was a warrior – he even admits as much – but now he's a doctor, and that's all that should matter. Interplanetary warfare is a thing of the past, and now survival should be all anyone cares about. Of course, it never works like that. It seems as if he's forgotten it all (can the Unnamed even do that?) in place of learning how to help others, presumably during cryosleep. It's almost as if he rewrote his own programming, whilst all the humans were in cryosleep, switching from 'battle' to 'healer'.
Romance: Yes – for science!
Sexual Preference: Asexual; no gender preference; likes humans.
Role: Doctor
Combat Skills: Refuses to participate in combat. |
3,203 | 72 | 12 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia nodded and thanked the doctor. She quickly walked around the room and observed the pods of the remaining members. She shook her head in sadness and turned towards the captain.
"Well it doesn't matter now if you were an official captain or not. You couldn't even be called a captain anymore. Most of your crew is dead. From 100 persons down to only 35. You still have enough TO operate this ship. But don't expect extreme efficiency. Most of them choked when they entered their chamber. Faulty tubes."
She looked at the face of one girl. She focused on it. It had a twisted face of terror, the one of realization that you weren't going to live.
"A pity really. However, I can operate a lot of this machinery on my own. I'll fill in any position necessary. Starting with booting up communications."
She walked into the comms room and prepared her remaining arm. Its fingers twisted into little wires, entering the panels of the circuitry. The sound roared to life. After she finished booting it up completely, the electronic screen buzzed to life, revealing a familiar face. Egypt. Asim. A good friend of hers. He was bloody and beaten.
"Help Russia! Please Help! They're after me!"
Anastasia blinked for a second, before turning to the captain with a pleading in her eyes. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,204 | 72 | 13 | 859 | 1,661 | Teige
Teige prickled her leaves the moment the Captain yelled, staring at him with a subtle scowl on her face. But soon she calmed down, leaves relaxing once more and went to one of the lockers opposite to her pod--The one upon which she had crudely written her name a century ago. The squiggly symbols of her native language were more than enough for Teige to recognize her locker.
As Teige input her code and opened the locker, she looked over at the woman and called for her attention, "Excuse me, but what's your name? Mine's Teige, the Captain's is Valerius, the doctor already shared his name, Enso, and the one who's offering tea is Alastair I believe." She gave the woman a smile before turning back to her locker. "Which reminds me, Tea would be nice I suppose, Alastair."
Teige was quick to do her business, changing her standard uniform for a clean set. Then she overheard the comms link. A desperate human was on the other side.
"Considering what you've told us, nobody has used the ship in more than a hundred years. We should be extra careful if we're going to go aid that human. One of your fellow Russians, if my assumptions are correct." | Name (& pronunciation):
Teige (Teh-ish)
Date of Awakening (& age):
November of 2018 according to the Human calendar, She's 287 years old.
Place of Birth:
The Foreas' home planet, The Homeplanet.
Gender:
Female.
Species:
Foreas.
Height:
164 centimetres, 5'5 approximately.
Weight:
110 pounds.
Appearance:
She's a slender Foreas of average height and weight. Her leaves are all colored a bright orange-ish red. Her skin's mostly white with some soft gradation of the orange-ish red on her joints and spine.
Due to Human Navy regulations, she is often seen wearing a lightly coloured dress made of leaves when out of duty and a standard crew uniform when in duty. When she's cooking, she'll wear and use all kinds of protective gear to make sure the food is as clean as possible.
Personality:
Throughout her life in the Homeplanet, Teige was always taught to be kind to life, to be silent and to be curious. The silence part came easy. It came easy to all Foreas, the curiosity was not only easy, it was impossible for her to turn it off. And the kindness was difficult to learn and difficult to put in practice but she tackled it in the end.
But even with her kindness, she was never able to bring herself to easily trust the beings made of meat and bone. She heard stories and she experienced the memories of the dead. The destructive nature of fleshlings scared her, it terrified her in fact. The thought of losing her and her planet's beauty to the wild actions of fleshling aliens was one that often had her awake and wandering at night. She'd always bottle it up when she was around the aliens, hide it under her leaves, as they said, but sometimes a fleshling would get too close and she would have no choice but to push them away, often forcefully.
She feels lonely on the ship. With no other Foreas around and not much to do that fits her open-air lifestyle, she feels bored too. Spending her free time in the Hydroponics chamber probably doesn't help matters, either, as it reminds her of the Homeplanet and its luscious plantlife and greenery.
Likes:
- Plants.
- Exploration.
- The unknown.
- Extreme sports.
- Socializing.
Dislikes:
- Scarabs.
- Closed spaces.
- Ignorance.
- Places with no plants.
Ambitions:
- To build memories and experiences worthy of being brought back to the Tree.
- To ensure the safety of the Foreas through identifying dangers before they arrive at the Homeplanet.
Strengths:
- As an Exploronaut, she's received personal training from the top brass of the Awoken Priests. She can fully control her emotions.
- Her time as a renowned Navy Chef helped her build her already exceptional communications skills, she takes pride in being liked by nearly everyone she meets.
- She needs no food and she can live comfortably with only incandescent light and water.
- She breathes in carbon dioxide.
- Her decade long Exploronaut training ensured she's at the top of her abilities. She's fast, agile, flexible and most important of all, she can endure hours of intense physical activity such as climbing without needing long rest periods.
Weaknesses:
- She's not strong. At all. While she might be able to take someone down with her fists, she can't carry much weight or move very heavy things.
- Deprive her of incandescent light for a day and she'll grow tired, take light away for two weeks and she'll die.
- She isn't accustomed to taking another sentient being's life.
SPARK MANDRILL
Fears:
- The unknown.
- Beings with a history of being violent such as humans or scarabs.
- Dark places.
- Amnesia.
Interests:
- The unnamed (species).
- Foreign cultures.
- Ruins and abandoned locations.
- Everything else to a lesser extent.
History:
Like all Foreas, Teige emerged out of her pod at the beginning of Spring back in the Homeplanet. She was found by a patrolling Caretaker, who took her and the other saplings to the local School, to immediately begin their education. It wasn't until her fifth year that she was released to wander on her own. For years she walked the roads and lived in the countryside, visiting one city and then the next one, until she finally stumbled into the Capital.
She never expected the Tree of Awakening to be so majestic. The biggest, brightest tree in the Homeplanet. It, by far, surpassed any of the ecological buildings around it, penetrating the skies and its top being lost over the clouds. When she touched it, she immediately connected to it. She could not exit the Land of Memories for years to come. Five years swallowed by the tree, while her body just sat idle on the other side. She experienced the memories of countless figures of the past. Ranging from explorers to soldiers. From religious radicals to world leaders.
In her time inside the tree, she was entranced by the memories of the daring explorers of old who, against all odds, embarked on century-long journeys to map out nearby star systems. Their struggles inspired her to become one of them, yet when she finally found the way to exit the Land of Memories, she found out that she lacked the abilities to possibly be one of them.
After physical rehabilitation, at the age of 18, she set her mind on one goal: becoming an Exploronaut. Nine years of studies and intense training began the day she left the Tree. But she was good at something else. Eventually it became known that she was an expert chef, taking it up as a hobby when she began training, and so the Exploronaut institution of the Homeplanet gave her the best training they could to have her become a Navy Chef.
She wasn't happy with the outcome of her training. Being a Chef was neither glorious nor interesting, and she'd never get to see the strange new lands for herself, in person. But she'd be useful in some way, at least. And she could watch the planet from orbit through the windows, too.
She went on to become the best Navy Chef after fifty years of constant cooking, recognized by the entire Homeplanet Navy as the best morale booster in the Star System through her meals alone. But one day, the ship she was stationed in lost contact to the Exploronaut team. They also lost contact to the auxiliary security team when they went down to find the Exploronauts. Being a sensitive expedition, the ship's captain resolved not to let his brothers and sisters be lost, and sent whoever the ship could spare--The Chief Executive Chef, the Assistant Engineer and the Resident Awoken Priest.
They pushed through many obstacles and dangerous situations under Teige's directions and they managed to rescue both the Exploronauts and the Security Team, who had gotten trapped in a collapsing ancient abandoned complex.
Following her and her fellow low ranks' heroic acts, they were absorbed by the Exploronaut Academy in the Homeworld, and ten years later they earned their titles. Teige, the Exploronaut.
A hundred years passed and Teige, a 177 year old Foreas Exploronaut, was sent to interact with the Humans. She was eventually given the opportunity to accompany a group of humans on a mission, and she accepted immediately. She got into the ship, all things going fine and entered cryogenic sleep. Next thing she knows is she is waking up a century later than she expected.
Romance:
No.
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
Foreas Exploronaut.
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Besides going down on field missions, she cooks for the whole ship with the help of a few assistants.
Combat Skills:
She only has experience using handguns. Sure, she's been through basic for the rest, including unarmed combat, but she was never the top student and the Foreas haven't needed more than handguns and fists in over a thousand years.
Misc:
The Exploronauts are a Foreas Institution that recruits from the Foreas Navy. They're natural explorers and their curiosity is never sated. An Exploronaut has a strong grasp of survival techniques as well as enough of an understanding of leadership to lead others in expeditions into unknown space sectors. They could be seen as VIPs within the Foreas Navy, their requests rarely denied and quite often followed to a T, as if they were orders. They have a great relationship with the Tree of Awakening's keepers, the Awoken Priests, who in turn train them in mental matters. |
3,205 | 72 | 14 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Comms Room
Well, he didn't really get it, he was official captain now, because no one else was signed for the post. What a damn pain, one hundred years... He sighed as one of the lockers snapped open, letting him grab two run-down laser blades, he tested them for a brief moment, still worked like a charm, after that he grabbed the old coat in the locker too, it was beat down, and now it was literally one hundred years old, still fit, thing was made to withstand even the conditions of space, so sitting in a locker for a hundred years wasn't going to do a thing to it.
He was about to check on some things, but he ended up following the part-robo lady into what he remembered was the communications room. It seems a few people came around too, one of which was Teige. Most communications can be done from the helm, but they kept most of the cardinal hardware in this comms room, easier to maintain without disturbing command. The monitor blinked on and there was a plea for help... It looked like a friend of this girl's. Valerius felt his heart sink as she looked at him like that... Hand scratching his head, sighing before he responded, turning away to walk towards the ship helm...
"Do as you like... Tell everyone to get ready for lift off and set a course for wherever your friend is, I don't even think my favourite bar is even open anymore", there wasn't much to go on... One hundred years... These people seemed to know far more about the situation than he did. It was best he go with them and see what's happened. Teige had a good point, who knows what everything was like now, but they can't just sit here scared of a new universe, nothing gets done that way. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,206 | 72 | 15 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
In situations like these, one should probably feel insulted or at least something after getting the cold shoulder on his offer. Though, the doctor, another of his kind, had something to add. Using the woman's mechanical hand, that he found prior to joining them, he placed the palm of the hand on his cheek and tilted his head to the side. Wearing a fake smile accompanied by a fake laugh, he closed his eyes, "Don't be such a wet blanket. To think there'd be a 'thing' on this so rude. The tea is quite delicious too. Such a waste." feigning disappointment to stay in character.
It was a common character type, especially found in mangas, where the character acts nice to all but when talking to a certain someone, acts completely different. He was going for 'sounds like being nice but in actuality was being insulting'. He wasn't sure if he said it in the right manner or got the hidden message part down. The one thing about human comics, its written one way but can be said another. Either way, he was just testing it in front of the others. Enso, being another Unnamed, probably wouldn't get it. As unnameds, the full understanding of human emotions alluded us, left to mere imitation. But interesting nonetheless.
As the woman....Was cyborg the right human terminology for it? Either way, as she quickly moved around the room checking the pods, Alastair gave a salute with her robotic arm. I guess I can give it back to her later. A butler must be a gentlemen, after all. With a smile he turned around and faced the girl that said his name. "Yes, that's correct. I am Alastair." he said with a bow. "Certainly." he replied with a smile to her response. Well, at least the tea won't go to waste. It's such delicious tea, after all. Once the woman, Teige, was all set, he presented her with a cup of royal milk tea. "Here's your tea madam." he smiled.
Pressing his hands together, "A rescue mission, huh? Sounds interesting. Let's do it." he said in a calm, natural manner. On the captain's orders, he went to get himself ready for lift off. | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,207 | 72 | 16 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Ensō
The Unnamed tilted his head to the side inquisitively following the touch of the mechanical limb, its hand cool steel but his own amorphous energy chillier. “Why? Tea does nothing for us. No reason to accept at such a crucial time of realisations and–” Ensō sniffed the air. “Denial.”
A century was nothing to him, nor this Alastair. Perhaps not the Foreas either, remembering their longevity. To the human captain, however... It's long enough to lose even the youngest of relations. Ensō could almost imagine. Almost. When he tried, all that remained was an ominous darkness.
He scratched at his jaw – or the energy that approximated it on the model of the human form he'd chosen. “Human-like interactions must seem realistic. Tea is unacceptable,” he informed Alastair, a chord of recognisable sadness and want hanging in his voice like a lament. Ensō couldn't feel them, but he knew if he could, those would be present. “Impossible to pretend to be something we are not.”
That being said, Ensō turned his attention to the Exploronaut. Even if her people were less interesting than humans, botany was a subdivision of biology, and biology was – what the humans called – fun. A good timewaster. “Any wilting? Numbness? Long periods of dormancy can do that.” | Name: Ensō (EHN - SOH)
Gender: ??? – Prefers masculine pronouns.
Species: Unnamed
Age: ??? – 'Offended' when any number above 2000 is suggested.
Date of Birth: 1st of January
Place of Birth: The Solar System
Height: Fluctuates between 5'6" and 5'9" – seemingly only when he is trying to impress.
Weight: Much, much lighter than that of a human of the same size and build.
Appearance: Quite simply, a human-shaped mass of black energy. He does not reflect light and so it is difficult to make out any real facial features without him turning around. Ensō seems androgynous, as many Unnamed do, with a thin build with slight shoulders, devoid of any gender characteristics. His 'hair' is long, shoulder-length and somehow follows the same physics that a human's would.
Personality: Clueless – when his appearance and species offends or unsettles someone, he doesn't realise; when slinking silently up behind someone, he doesn't make a noise not for any nefarious purpose but because he doesn't understand that humans can't sense each other as his kind can. He is pacifistic, claiming to have taken the "Hippocratic Oath" – an outdated human custom. Ensō, like most of his kind, loves humanity, but at times he views them as more of an experiment, a lab rat ready to be studied. While he doesn't fully understand emotions, particularly human ones, he can emulate them to a fairly adept level... just not at the right times. To that end, he's a bit amoral, too.
Likes:
Humanity
Science – Biology, chemistry and physics!
'Spacewalks'
Classical Music
Dislikes:
Violence
Death
Existential Crises
Ambitions: Ensō's motivations are unclear but, for the time being, he seems to be content with helping as many humans as he can and copying their mannerisms and emotions. He has one object with him on the ship and that is an ancient book in an archaic language – most suspect it to be his native tongue. He studies and wants something from it, that much is clear, but what is it? A way home? A method to become human?
Strengths:
Medical Training – Ensō has an encyclopedic knowledge of medical techniques, human ones in particular, and considers it a great privilege to 'fix' human beings. His skill in surgery (though he 'hopes' it is not needed) seems unparalleled.
Linguist – Maybe it's just an age thing. While Ensō speaks exclusively in English, he often interrupts other conversations, even if they were in other species' tongues. He doesn't need any translation device.
Endurance – A quirk of biology, perhaps, but Ensō has no trouble with spaceflight or any consequences associated with it. If the grav-systems turn off, he adapts quickly as if it were never on in the first place. He doesn't feel the claustrophobia of a ship nor the 'sea legs' when on land. He can take more bullets or cuts than a normal human could but he claims enough would cause him to simply... dissipate.
Weaknesses:
Flightiness – One could say that Ensō only does what he's interested in doing, when he wants to do it. And, if it's not a human on his operating table, whether or not he'll help out is up to the whims of the tide. He doesn't follow orders well, and he sure as hell doesn't like being forced into things.
Basic Comprehension – Or the lack thereof. Ensō, for all his apparent knowledge, doesn't understand facial expressions, when someone wants him to leave, or basic concepts like privacy and dignity. He can be fairly blunt and though he understands the concept of skirting around the truth, it's something he can't bring himself to do.
Fears:
Ensō fears death – not just his own (which he calls his "Calling", a strange quirk) but also those of 'loved ones' and friends.
He also has an irrational yet crippling fear of the universe suddenly ending.
Interests:
Xenobiology and the medical techniques of alien species;
The Earth's history;
Human art, music and basic culture;
Space and the mythology of the planets – even those of his own people.
History: Not much is known about Ensō, save what he has told others on the ship. He claims to have appeared in the Solar System at some point in humanity's history, and he often makes insensitive comments about "watching the crusades" and "how interesting the World Wars were". It can be presumed that he was watching and studying for a long, long time. His name originates from Asian culture, but when asked if he follows Buddhism or similar, he denies it; he only appreciates the sentiment.
Once, Ensō was a warrior – he even admits as much – but now he's a doctor, and that's all that should matter. Interplanetary warfare is a thing of the past, and now survival should be all anyone cares about. Of course, it never works like that. It seems as if he's forgotten it all (can the Unnamed even do that?) in place of learning how to help others, presumably during cryosleep. It's almost as if he rewrote his own programming, whilst all the humans were in cryosleep, switching from 'battle' to 'healer'.
Romance: Yes – for science!
Sexual Preference: Asexual; no gender preference; likes humans.
Role: Doctor
Combat Skills: Refuses to participate in combat. |
3,208 | 72 | 17 | 336 | 3,437 | JACK/CRYOPOD
the first thing that went through jack,s mind was. "Where the hell am i and where is the nearest bar" he quickly felt that he was stuck in a cryopod and that the hatch wasn,t opening. he started panicking.
"relax jack relax mabey the hatch just hasn,t opend yet and mabey you just woke up a little late. hell im probably not the only one already awake".
He tried to look through the ice that was covering the hatch. And his hope shatterd when he shaw the remains of the other crew mates.
"HELP I DONT WANNA DIE"!!!!!
He screamed hoping that someone would hear him.
he quickly realized that the change of anyone hearing him was 1 .5 procent and started hitting the hatch like a caged animal desperate to escape.
After what seemed hours of hitting the damm hatch he finaly punched a way through "wow did not know cryo hatches where so weak "
"ok first lets check if this old piece of shit ship has a fighterbay" if not then go find some beer!!" | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,209 | 72 | 18 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia prepared herself. There were other super soldiers out there who weren't actually dead. She might not be alone. Grabbing her other arm from the unnamed who acted like a butler, she looked at it. Nothing some of her nanobots couldn't fix. Holding it up to her other arm she let it do work. The little wires came out of the fingertips again, inserting themselves into the arm. Slowly but surely it stopped sparking. IT started moving itself again, and she locked it back into its socket. Feeling the movement again, she smiled a flat smile. She turned towards the captain again.
"Your armory is around here, no? Good, we're going to need weapons. Since we wanna get in and out, choose two others besides me and you."
Anastasia found the armory and grabbed a pistol flipping it into her holster. It was an old model of her favorite kind of pistol, but it would do. She checked her arms and legs again to make sure they were ready to go, and observed her chest wounds. Nothing more than burn marks left where she was shot. Perfect. She found a seat where the navigator sat, and took her place.
"I can navigate where we're going. The rest of you, strap in. This is going to be a fast ride. Captain, head for the warp gate right outside of this atmosphere. We can jump to the quadrant we need to go from there." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,210 | 72 | 19 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Cryo Room
Now that the ship was comfortably in transit, there was some time to relax and restore inventories. Whatever was left of the crew were going back to their old stations and restoring whatever they could, but most of the time it was people checking if any of the old junk still worked. Turned out half of it did, and the ones that didn't were destroyed by weathering and age. Regardless, Valerius was taking his walk around to find something to do, and spotted the one singular person in the cryo room. It was Anastasia, she appeared to be checking all of the cryo capsules one by one.
He walked over to her, it appeared she was taking a toll count. As Valerius got closer, she was reaching for another capsule to activate. He could see the name tag on the side, and recognized them immediately. As Anastasia's hand was inches from the button, Valerius sprinted full-frantic speed and grabbed her wrist. He was in full panic mode and as Anastasia turned to him confused he was beginning to feel cold sweat build up.
"W-w-w-w-w-wait... Y-y-you don't wanna do that... That one's uhhhhh... Uhmmm... Unstable. Yeah, that's it, we should use the proper procedures to take care of it (as in never) and uhhhh... Yeah...",
"What? But the pulse is normal, if anything this one is in optimal condition"
"B-b-but well you see... Uhhh... It's a ravenous man-eating alien! Yeah... It'll be the end of us all, like those ancient Alien films", it was clear he was pulling words out of his ass as he was trying to explain, using exaggerated motions to try and get whatever point it was he had across. Anastasia could only laugh a little,
"Do not be ridiculous. These are all military personnel, besides, this one looks very important, 'Vice Commander' it says", she stated.
"W-w-well we can get a new one! We don't need this one! Yeah that's it!"
"... I'm opening this", before Valerius could say another word his face contorted to one of despair as Anastasia hit the button. There was a tense moment as the only sound was of the cryo chamber opening and clearing, but the first glimpse of it's inhabitant either would see was a figure in a kicking position, with her foot square in Valerius' face, sending him flying and skidding and bouncing across the ground.
"M-m... Morning... Sis...", was all he could say from the floor. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,211 | 72 | 20 | 336 | 3,437 | JACk/commcenter and cryoroom
When Jack entert the cryo room he was dispaointed to see no one there. "mabey is hould check the other cryoroom see if someone else has already woken up".
when he enterd the first cryoroom he was suprised to see a man lying on the floor who apeared to be in pain. a women who seemed to be just released from cryosleep and a women who proabably opend said cryopod.
the first thing that came out of his mouth was "uuuh hi". | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,212 | 72 | 21 | 1,099 | 420 | Sasha || Cryo Room
Chaos was everywhere.
Screams of terror and pain.
A burning scenery with mangled bodies laid out everywhere.
Freedom to do as one pleases.
Hurt, hurt and Hurt again.
All the sudden everything stops and goes blank.
A certain face appears.
Sasha’s eyes opened as soon as the capsule opened and with the vision of that bastard's face fresh in her mind Sasha kicked before everything even cleared… and it landed on something as all the sudden there was something flying across the room.
blinking she could finally see clearly but as soon as she noticed who she had kicked Sasha wished she couldn’t.
"M-m... Morning... Sis...".
“Morning to you too my deplorable brother” the venom in her voice was clear.
“as much as I would like to take your head here and now it seems the government wishes to torture me more…. oh the irony of that” the mere thought of taking her brother’s life was near ecstasy yet being so close and unable to do so was painful.
“ah it seems my useless brothers habit of speaking off track is rubbing off on me…. disgusting” Sasha coughed and switched her venomous tone for a more military like one.
“how long have I been frozen?” Sasha asked realising there was another person there…. with the scent of blood and even still bloody… licked her lips slightly. | Name (& pronunciation): Sasha
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 177cm
Weight: classified
Personality: Sasha Is a Confident and straightforward woman who openly displays her pride. With a strong worth ethic she smoothly fulfils her duties… though it is unknown if her strong work ethic is due to a sense of duty or simply because she enjoys hurting others
Likes: Spicy and sour foods, cold, inflicting pain on others.
Dislikes: sweet things, space pirates, her good for nothing brother and paperwork.
Ambitions: non really, has thought about maybe finding a partner that wont…. break
Strengths:
Skilled swordsmanship - simply skilled with swords, though fights similar to her brother as she uses twin swords she is weaker than him and hates it.
Marksmanship - trained in marksmanship as necessary in the academy…. One of the few things she has the up on her brother
tactical intellect- basicly effectively reading the battle and making actions accordingly.
Weaknesses:
Violent- she’s unable to be nice… or hold back.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History: Born on earth Sasha started life out with her twin brother in a government run orphanage until some good for nothing pirates came and ‘liberated’ it or something because apparently the orphanage was being used for illegal purposes. Sasha didn’t really understand back then but she did enjoy it when she was allowed to hurt people in practice.
After the orphanage was closed down her useless brother ran off with the damn pirates that ruined their home, Sasha despised her brother for it and vowed she would one day capture them all herself which lead to her joining a military academy. She showed good marksmanship and intellect but she knew she would never catch her brother with that so she focused on swordsmanship when she could.
When Sasha graduated her first assignment was to be a grunt on a fleet that was hunting a certain pirate crew. government had previously killed the captain and wished to eradicate the rest, though it was a long bloody battle with heavy loss the government won. When Sasha found out who the new captain was she disregarded all the mangled bodies she had played with and charged at the man she hated most…. Of course she lost.
Sasha’s cruelty was recognised in the mission and she quickly became a much feared torturer.
Due to some events afterwards Sasha was forced into becoming the sub captain of a small crew… but much to her dread she found her captain was the man she hated most.
Romance: sure.
If so, sexual preference: either as long as they like being dominated.
Military Rank:
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Sub-Captain/torturer
Combat Skills:
Twin Rapier - Sasha’s developed sword style by mastering the rapier and effectively doubling it.
weakness searcher - Sasha’s love for inflicting pain has given her a sort of sixth sense of finding weaknesses when they appear. |
3,213 | 72 | 22 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia breathed and breathed. They were getting close. Soon now. She'd have a friend again to talk to. It couldn't be soon enough. The countdown began. Anastasia walkes to the comms room.
"Jack and Sasha. Report to the docking bay right now. Grab your weapons and be ready."
Anastasia readied her weapon. She loaded the clip into it, and cocked it back. Twirling it back into the holster she readied herself. As the other two and the captain approached the ship landed. The door slowly opened and Anastasia unholstered her weapon.
Three
Two
One.
"Go go go! Get moving now!"
Anastasia yelled, starting to provide covee fire. The planet they had landed on was a desert. in what was once a great human city and a large military base was now nothing but havoc. Anastasia slid into cover, peeking over to fire again and again. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,214 | 72 | 23 | 336 | 3,437 | the first thing that jack did was finding some cover and not to get shot. when that had workes out he began picking targets scanning the battlefield for anything explosive. his cybernetic eye quikly spotted a fuel canisters. after a few shotshe the canister exploded sending atleast 2 enemy,s flying.
after that he started moving up trying to flank the enemy however its was a mistake and he was soon being fired upon from all directions his cover getting smaller bye the minute.
"I NEED SOME HELP HERE !!" | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,215 | 72 | 24 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Some planet
Amongst the sound of gunfire, explosions and lasers, Valerius simply strolled out from the ship, looked around as everyone scrambled to cover. He heard just a single moment of a round shrieking towards him and instinctively took a step to the side, letting it whiz by him. He kept walking until he reached Anastasia, occasionally stepping into cover whenever he spotted someone's sights primed on him, they seemed to be paying more attention to Anastasia and Jack though. He was pretty sure his sister was going to be on field, but he'd probably rather not see her... He didn't even have his blades drawn, he was just trying to look as little of a threat as possible. He slid behind the cover Anastasia was in and spotted Jack running around the side. He was exposed as he did so, so some of the enemy forces moved to stop his advance once they spotted him... There was no plan at all. They had too much fire power to simply overpower them. If Valerius could just get to their front door they were as good as dead though...
"You're not going to tell me you don't have a plan right? Or are you so eager to rescue your friend you forgot?", he snarked. He was a tad grumpy... There was no sugary food on the ship. He wanted to pent that somewhere. Maybe he can frenzy on these guys, but they were managing to keep a good and large no-mans-land between them and him... | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,216 | 72 | 25 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia ducked her head into cover next to Valerius. He was right next to her and all he had were some swords.
"You're not going to tell me you don't have a plan right? Or are you so eager to rescue your friend you forgot?"
Anastasia popped a blood vessel.
"Well gee, maybe if you grabbed a gun you could fucking shoot them! Goddamit take this one! Time for the last trick up my mechanical sleeve!"
Anastasia shoved the gun and ammo into Valerius' hands. Her right arm popped out two little side bumps, and started firing lasers from them.
"Move up move up!"
She jumped over the rubble and slid behind a busted wall. Firing the lasers again, she motioned the other three forward.
"Come on! Come on! It's clear! I'll cover!" | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,217 | 72 | 26 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Some planet
"Huh? A gun? B-but wait you don't understa-", she was gone before he could explain he was absolutely useless with firearms. He can hardly hit a thing even within 3 feet of him. He really didn't get why, but he just physically could not use a firearm well... Well, at least he can throw it. Funnily enough, he can 'handle' them, just not use them, so he was able to load and arm them. Probably the only kind of weaponry he can use other than blades is... Explosives? He really only had to throw those. As Anastasia gave the all clear to advance, Valerius immediately drew one of his blades and darted through. He was fast, incredibly fast. As he swept past Anastasia he dropped the gun she gave him next to her with a note saying, "I'm godawful with guns. Keep it".
As they got closer, the cover was actually a little thicker, since they were getting closer to a more 'urban' location. He managed to catch two soldiers who were moving their position to keep their pressure up around the sides, slashing the first one in the back with his laser blade. Thing had a crossguard and everything, it was kind of fancy, even a broad blade, which was rare. The blue laser sword cut and burned through the soldier, killing him almost immediately, as he used his falling body as a means to leap above the second soldier, who is just now realizing Valerius' presence. He managed to leap over, doing a spin and slashing the barrel of the soldier's gun before landing behind and doing a rapid horizontal slash, all in a single motion.
These were only stragglers though as a consequence of him managing to advance faster than they could reposition. He immediately stepped into whatever cover he could find as the soldiers resumed their assault. He was going to need another chance to get close. Anastasia should've seen as he ran past. He was able to close distance with incredible speed, hopefully she would find him a chance to get into one of their key positions... | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,218 | 72 | 27 | 336 | 3,437 | JACK/SOME PLANET/ MILITARYBASE
"great" jack thought bullets wipping bye his facer. "just fucking great i just had to move up." and he had even forgotten his killcount. then he heard some lazer fire and the scream of Anastasia. "Move up!" the fire on him was diminishing. "alright time to start the killcount" he thought to himself and as he rose from his cover he was disapionted to see that the enemy was retreating.
he quickly found why as he saw valerius cutting them to tiny sushi bits "huh well that comes to show that swords aren,t entirely useless".
as he followed them he noticed that alot of the soldiers theyhad been kiling had small packs of cigarrets on them picking a few up. he read
FOR FREEDOM. "aah classic probaganda my favorite". he picked a few up and followed the rest of the team. after a few minuets they where in an urban area and he quickly took cover right beside anastasia. " so i dont wanna be an ass but the way where headed they will soon pull a pincer movement on us". he said while he shot a few soldiers who came to close.
"13 kills and counting he thought to himself".
" so mabey it would be a smart idea if you left me and one of the two using a sword to make sure we wont get attecked from behind. while you and the other sword guy go and save your lady friend ."
"also would you like a cigarret"? he said handing her one.
she ignored him running to a man and a catboy picking up the man and handing the catboy to valerius after that she ran back to the ship. jack followed her and safely made it into the ship | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,219 | 72 | 28 | 1,099 | 420 | Sasha || the Battlefield
Learning it had been a hundred years and quick parts of what else happened had been a bit of a spin out but there was no time for the luxury of taking information in as it seemed she was needed on the battlefield to save a comrade.
She quickly looked for her weapons but found one of her rapiers needed maintenance that would take more time than she could spare.
“tch its to be expected with 100 years i guess” Sasha commented.
Sasha settled for one rapier and a pistol.
Running onto the battlefield slightly later than the others Sasha decided to use the idiots who drew attention and stay behind cover as much as possible while advancing. Though as she darted to another spot for cover an enemy appeared, before he could react Sasha gracefully darted to the man and stabbed him straight through the left kidney.
Pulling out blood gashed out and the enemy staggered back. The blood splattered on Sasha’s face and she licked her lips.
100 years.
100 years since she last felt this pleasure.
as soon as that realisation dawned on her Sasha couldn’t resist. She kicked the man in the spot she stabbed causing him to fall back in pain.
Then she slammed her boot down on his groin and twisted while putting more pressure on. The man screamed louder and louder, yes that was the sound she wanted to hear.
With the mans balls crushed she stabbed him through the heart.
Sasha noticed someone come to check the screams luckily she noticed in time and fired three times before stabbing the falling enemy in the heart to make sure.
“damn it seems I let myself get caught in the moment” she then darted for cover, hopefully others were drawing more attention like her damned brother so she wouldn’t have drawn too much attention.
If the Russian girl had a plan Sasha hoped she would execute it soon | Name (& pronunciation): Sasha
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 177cm
Weight: classified
Personality: Sasha Is a Confident and straightforward woman who openly displays her pride. With a strong worth ethic she smoothly fulfils her duties… though it is unknown if her strong work ethic is due to a sense of duty or simply because she enjoys hurting others
Likes: Spicy and sour foods, cold, inflicting pain on others.
Dislikes: sweet things, space pirates, her good for nothing brother and paperwork.
Ambitions: non really, has thought about maybe finding a partner that wont…. break
Strengths:
Skilled swordsmanship - simply skilled with swords, though fights similar to her brother as she uses twin swords she is weaker than him and hates it.
Marksmanship - trained in marksmanship as necessary in the academy…. One of the few things she has the up on her brother
tactical intellect- basicly effectively reading the battle and making actions accordingly.
Weaknesses:
Violent- she’s unable to be nice… or hold back.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History: Born on earth Sasha started life out with her twin brother in a government run orphanage until some good for nothing pirates came and ‘liberated’ it or something because apparently the orphanage was being used for illegal purposes. Sasha didn’t really understand back then but she did enjoy it when she was allowed to hurt people in practice.
After the orphanage was closed down her useless brother ran off with the damn pirates that ruined their home, Sasha despised her brother for it and vowed she would one day capture them all herself which lead to her joining a military academy. She showed good marksmanship and intellect but she knew she would never catch her brother with that so she focused on swordsmanship when she could.
When Sasha graduated her first assignment was to be a grunt on a fleet that was hunting a certain pirate crew. government had previously killed the captain and wished to eradicate the rest, though it was a long bloody battle with heavy loss the government won. When Sasha found out who the new captain was she disregarded all the mangled bodies she had played with and charged at the man she hated most…. Of course she lost.
Sasha’s cruelty was recognised in the mission and she quickly became a much feared torturer.
Due to some events afterwards Sasha was forced into becoming the sub captain of a small crew… but much to her dread she found her captain was the man she hated most.
Romance: sure.
If so, sexual preference: either as long as they like being dominated.
Military Rank:
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Sub-Captain/torturer
Combat Skills:
Twin Rapier - Sasha’s developed sword style by mastering the rapier and effectively doubling it.
weakness searcher - Sasha’s love for inflicting pain has given her a sort of sixth sense of finding weaknesses when they appear. |
3,220 | 72 | 29 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia fired a couple more times with her reacquired pistol, the idiot captain not accepting it. She popped out and fired the pistol, taking down all the enemies near her. She scanned the battlefield and looked around. Three guys left near what looked to be Asim, near him, tied up as well, was a small Furlyne. He was tied up as well, and didn't look too well. She slid over her cover again, checking the surroundings. Running up to him, she untied him and the small boy and grabbed them both and hoisted them to her shoulders. Starting a sprint, she started running back to the ship, outside the ruined city.
"Go go go!" She shouted barreling down the streets. "I got what we came here for, plus extra! Get back to the ship!"
Before she could reach Asim's hushed voice spoke up.
"No no no. Leave me here. Take this kid with you but leave me. Get out of here now."
"Nonsense!" Anastasia shouted, carrying him. "We aren't abandoning you here!"
She handed the Furlyne off to Valerius. "Take him with you and get back on the ship. I'll hold them off and jump on as well." She turned around and started firing on the rest of the mob approaching from the buildings. Her pistol rocked to and fro, the rapid shots bouncing it around. After hearing the click of the gun, she swung it back in the holster. "Time to get on." She jumped onto the loading bay door, saluting and laughing at the mob below, firing at the ship.
beep.
beep.
beep.
beep.
Anastasia's blood turned to ice. That was coming from rather close. And it didn't sound good. Anastasia looked over, seeing the sad eyes on Asim's face. She turned her head downwards. He walked up to her and shoved an armband into her hands. It was one of his country's flag. He stood at the bay doors, and readied himself. Anastasia walked up. Reluctantly, her foot lifted and kicked Asim out of the ship. The last beep came, and Asim's body was nothing more than a fine mist. The pink and grey splattered her face, while she blankly stared on. She turned around.
"So. What now." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,221 | 72 | 30 | 336 | 3,437 | jack answerd .
"hmm since we dont know what do right know how about we listen to the little catboy,s story after that go to a station and stock up on food."
"because i dont think any food might have survived unless it was frozen." and after that i dont realy know or care ."
"also does someone want to a ciggaret"? | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,222 | 72 | 31 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Some planet
From across the cover, you can see a moving whirlwind of a laser blade as Valerius managed to get the chance to close what little distance there was between defining points of cover. There weren't many left. Jack had taken the ones skirmishing and Anastasia managed to soften up a particular route. Valerius cleaned up whatever was left with incredible speed and efficiency. It was insane to think a human could move this fast, but that's exactly what was happening. As he reached the target location, there were two people there. The one he saw on the comms who was Ana's friend, and a cat dude.
Anastasia was visibly heart-torn to be told to leave him here. Of course as he expected she refused that and told him to carry off the cat back to the ship. Valerius recognized that look in the man's eyes. Those were the eyes of someone who had resigned to their fate, eyes he saw fairly often even before his 'sleep'. In any case, no use brooding over that. He hauled the cat guy out of there and waited for Anastasia to return, which she did, with her friend. Turns out he had a bomb strapped to him too. Of course, he was let off the ship, and before impact the explosion occurred. It didn't look like the two had broken eye contact until the final moment either. Valerius simply turned away and then threw the cat onto the ship's seating arrangement in the loading bay.
"So what now", she said, turning to him as he was walking towards the exit.
"What now...? We get something to eat. I'm bloody starving", he responded. Before he left the loading bay though...
"I suggest you get some rest. Friends dying is a rough process", and with that he was out. Speaking of food... How are the supplies looking? One hundred years is guaranteed to mean there's nothing good left. Perishables and all that... Maybe they should make a stop at a town or something...? | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,223 | 72 | 32 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
"My, My. Is the fun over already?" Alastair came back into view with smile on his face while carrying a cloth in one hand. He was going to ask the one they came to save but alas he stopped himself when he looked at the woman's face. In all his experience, in all the books and comics he read, when humans had that expression on their faces, they'd rather be left alone. Things obviously went wrong. Instead, he handed Anatasia the towel and left her to her devices.
Anyways, it looks like they brought someone back with them. A Furlyne, hmm? What a treat, don't see too many of them too often. With a smile ever present, he walked over to the cat and handed him a cup of royal milk tea. "Here you go, something to help you relax. Granted, it's re-heated but still good nonetheless. Name is Alastair," he said with a bow. "I'd made something to eat but I doubt there's anything edible left. After all, it has been 100 years. Maybe a raid is in order?" he chuckled thinking he made some kind of joke. Looking around, maybe he was mistaken. | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,224 | 72 | 33 | 119 | 740 | Everything was over. Nothing mattered to Kidd at this point. The other captive had somehow come in contact with someone before it was cut short by another beating from their captors. There was no way whomever the male human had contacted would miraculously appear and sweep them away from this situation now. Not to mention the bomb implanted within the body of the aforementioned male, which was ticking away even at the moment the Furlyne had these despairing thoughts. This was hopeless. The situation was already as grim as it can get, his life just had to end once again, this time in a literal sense, under a custody like he once was in years ago. But this time, his sentence was to be sent to the death row. Yet again accused for something he had not done. Spying? Just how would formerly being a mechanic at the military consider him to be a spy? But that didn't matter now, not anymore.
Kidd trembled and shivered quietly in fear while the other captive whispered meaningless words of encouragement to the boy, saying his friend will be on their way to the rescue and that at least the Furlyne would be saved. He kept his mouth shut towards the man, he didn't know how to respond as he seriously doubted that small light of hope would come through. It was only a matter of minutes before the final moment when there was a huge commotion at one side of the ruined city about a few bunch of insane soldiers of some sort taking down their men one by one like flies. They couldn't be. Could they? Were they the "friends" the man contacted with? Just before the Furlyne could ponder on that thought, the men who kept an eye on them were down on the ground, either dying or unconscious. Then a sight of a female human with mechanical limbs. Before he could manage a reaction to how crazy that was and how this was too good to be true to be happening, he was carried off away from the scene.
Beep. Beep. Beep. BOOM. Eyes wide open at the scene before him, the Furlyne felt ill at the awful splash of blood and meat, barely held in the puking sensation by pressing his hand on his lips. Just when he thought he had calmed down a little from what had all happened, he was thrown to a seat. "OW! Hey, watch it! Is that how you treat all your rescued captives?!" On the spur of the moment, he yelled at the irresponsible rescuer, temporarily putting aside the grim moment before his lips curved downward in a frown and his gaze fell to the floor. A suggestion was given by one of the other rescuers for the Furlyne to speak but his ears slightly twitched at the mention of "little" cat boy.
"For the record, I'm not a "little" cat boy, I've been living for 42 years. And..... thanks. I was sure I was a goner back then, even if that guy kept insisting his friends were gonna come and rescue us. And you guys actually did. But.... it was too late to dissect the bomb outta him. He wasn't such a bad guy... He took the beating for me when those bastards threatened me to spill the beans about some trash about spying. Though I still don't get why we were thrown in there in the first place."
He paused when a-- what was this human-like black energy creature anyway? Whatever he was, he offered a cup of some sort of drink to Kidd. Before doing anything, the Furlyne stared and sniffed at the drink. This familiar scent... It had milk in it! Without hesitation, the boy blew on the hot drink and gulped down the whole royal milk tea in one go then released a satisfied sigh before putting on a more serious expression once again. "That was pretty great! Alastair, was it? Thanks. The name's Kidd, a Furlyne mechanic. And 100 years? Whatcha going on about?" | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,225 | 72 | 34 | 336 | 3,437 | JACK/docking bay
"wait that thing is 42!!". jack thought to him self trying to hide the suprise on his face.
" and what is a furlyne anyway seems like a cat and a human crossbreeded and a that thing was the result even though it looks kinda cute.
i always was a catperson and an engineer huh? that will realy come in handy since this piece of junk hasnt had a good fix in a 100 bloody years.
so i think im not gonna be a total ass to it."
"let me explain everyone here has expect Anastasia been sleeping in a cryopod for atleast a 100 bloody years.why you might ask i have no clue. then we where awakend bye Anastasia who asked us for help to save her friend who is now a pink mist. and also suprsingly you.the name is jack bye the way happy to meet you."
after that he looked at the rest of the crew and said." can we mabey explain a bit more while where eating im bloody starving right now.
i mean there has to be some frozen food left right?" | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,226 | 72 | 35 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Ensō
Ensō pittered about the loading bay with the others – at least, so far as an Unnamed could pitter about – and used a derelict cargo crate as a work-station as he examined the woefully inadequate contents of the entire ship's first aid reserves. The boxes (once attached to the walls of the various bays and corridors of the ship) had been torn off by monstrous force.
Admittedly too much since he'd only wanted to open the doors of them.
There wasn't much loss, to be honest. Barely enough to treat a human's boo-boos, literally nothing for a Foreas or a Furlyne, and if anyone lost a limb, Ensō would have to use real blood instead of artificial. What a disgrace! He hadn't seen such depleted stocks since the War.
We don't talk about the War. That was millennia ago. I am a doctor. Nothing was more unsettling than Unnamed fighting each other, after all. It was the closest thing to 'worry' Ensō had ever felt.
As for the food reserves, and the male human's suggestion that there would still be some left... Ensō stared flatly – or, well, flatter than usual. “It's been a century.” And then, just in case the simple sentence wasn't enough. “Also, all food products were jettisoned shortly before cryosleep to ensure there was energy enough to keep the pods active – at least, some of them.” | Name: Ensō (EHN - SOH)
Gender: ??? – Prefers masculine pronouns.
Species: Unnamed
Age: ??? – 'Offended' when any number above 2000 is suggested.
Date of Birth: 1st of January
Place of Birth: The Solar System
Height: Fluctuates between 5'6" and 5'9" – seemingly only when he is trying to impress.
Weight: Much, much lighter than that of a human of the same size and build.
Appearance: Quite simply, a human-shaped mass of black energy. He does not reflect light and so it is difficult to make out any real facial features without him turning around. Ensō seems androgynous, as many Unnamed do, with a thin build with slight shoulders, devoid of any gender characteristics. His 'hair' is long, shoulder-length and somehow follows the same physics that a human's would.
Personality: Clueless – when his appearance and species offends or unsettles someone, he doesn't realise; when slinking silently up behind someone, he doesn't make a noise not for any nefarious purpose but because he doesn't understand that humans can't sense each other as his kind can. He is pacifistic, claiming to have taken the "Hippocratic Oath" – an outdated human custom. Ensō, like most of his kind, loves humanity, but at times he views them as more of an experiment, a lab rat ready to be studied. While he doesn't fully understand emotions, particularly human ones, he can emulate them to a fairly adept level... just not at the right times. To that end, he's a bit amoral, too.
Likes:
Humanity
Science – Biology, chemistry and physics!
'Spacewalks'
Classical Music
Dislikes:
Violence
Death
Existential Crises
Ambitions: Ensō's motivations are unclear but, for the time being, he seems to be content with helping as many humans as he can and copying their mannerisms and emotions. He has one object with him on the ship and that is an ancient book in an archaic language – most suspect it to be his native tongue. He studies and wants something from it, that much is clear, but what is it? A way home? A method to become human?
Strengths:
Medical Training – Ensō has an encyclopedic knowledge of medical techniques, human ones in particular, and considers it a great privilege to 'fix' human beings. His skill in surgery (though he 'hopes' it is not needed) seems unparalleled.
Linguist – Maybe it's just an age thing. While Ensō speaks exclusively in English, he often interrupts other conversations, even if they were in other species' tongues. He doesn't need any translation device.
Endurance – A quirk of biology, perhaps, but Ensō has no trouble with spaceflight or any consequences associated with it. If the grav-systems turn off, he adapts quickly as if it were never on in the first place. He doesn't feel the claustrophobia of a ship nor the 'sea legs' when on land. He can take more bullets or cuts than a normal human could but he claims enough would cause him to simply... dissipate.
Weaknesses:
Flightiness – One could say that Ensō only does what he's interested in doing, when he wants to do it. And, if it's not a human on his operating table, whether or not he'll help out is up to the whims of the tide. He doesn't follow orders well, and he sure as hell doesn't like being forced into things.
Basic Comprehension – Or the lack thereof. Ensō, for all his apparent knowledge, doesn't understand facial expressions, when someone wants him to leave, or basic concepts like privacy and dignity. He can be fairly blunt and though he understands the concept of skirting around the truth, it's something he can't bring himself to do.
Fears:
Ensō fears death – not just his own (which he calls his "Calling", a strange quirk) but also those of 'loved ones' and friends.
He also has an irrational yet crippling fear of the universe suddenly ending.
Interests:
Xenobiology and the medical techniques of alien species;
The Earth's history;
Human art, music and basic culture;
Space and the mythology of the planets – even those of his own people.
History: Not much is known about Ensō, save what he has told others on the ship. He claims to have appeared in the Solar System at some point in humanity's history, and he often makes insensitive comments about "watching the crusades" and "how interesting the World Wars were". It can be presumed that he was watching and studying for a long, long time. His name originates from Asian culture, but when asked if he follows Buddhism or similar, he denies it; he only appreciates the sentiment.
Once, Ensō was a warrior – he even admits as much – but now he's a doctor, and that's all that should matter. Interplanetary warfare is a thing of the past, and now survival should be all anyone cares about. Of course, it never works like that. It seems as if he's forgotten it all (can the Unnamed even do that?) in place of learning how to help others, presumably during cryosleep. It's almost as if he rewrote his own programming, whilst all the humans were in cryosleep, switching from 'battle' to 'healer'.
Romance: Yes – for science!
Sexual Preference: Asexual; no gender preference; likes humans.
Role: Doctor
Combat Skills: Refuses to participate in combat. |
3,227 | 72 | 36 | 859 | 1,661 | Teige, Comms Room.
The moment the humans arrived at the loading bay with their rescue in tow, Teige moved back deep into the ship, specifically the Comms Room.
Teige pressed a button on the Comms Console and the screen turned on. White noise was all that could be seen until she punched in a series of numbers - 273602. Then the white noise suffered a distortion, and after some seconds, the screen turned black. A single message appeared:'Could not connect.'
Teige swore under her breath, balled up her fists and input the number again. This time the screen fizzled and a face appeared. Another Foreas. This one had a dark green skin tone and short, fleshy leaves. "Tans'kun na Bioy," he said with a salute, "Exploronaut 360, Teige, you're alive?"
"I am, have a hundred years really passed?" Teige asked.
"Yes, Teige. The Priests declared you dead to the whole Institution, you'll have to visit them sometime soon to clear that up."
"That's the least of my worries right now, Waige."
"Why did you cut comms for a hundred years? Other Exploronauts tried to find you and communicate with you, but the ship was untrackeable and nobody ever accepted the hails." Waige asked, raising his right eyebrow and frowning. He seemed worried, but also curious.
"I don't know, really. Some kind of human super soldier woke us up from cryosleep a few hours ago, I'd never seen a human like that. She said there were fifty other super soldiers and that Humanity was going extinct. Is this last bit true, Waige?"
"We haven't had much communication with the humans since you went missing --The Priests believed their government did something to you-- but we did keep tabs on them. Sometime in the last few decades, their population started dramatically decreasing," Waige hesitated, a gesture that Teige noticed, "Many species have started to take over abandoned human colonies by now--Free buildings and colonization efforts, after all."
"Did we take over any of the colonies?"
"... Not entirely," Waige said, "but an Exploronaut task team recently entered human space, they are to settle down on one of the empty colonies to research the possible extinction of Humanity."
"Could you patch them through to me, Waige?"
"Of course, Teige. Hold on for a second." Teige gave him a big smile, and he returned one in kind. After a moment, the chat with Waige cut off and the screen changed to show the face of a female Foreas. Brown skin and long, thin leaves.
"Tans'kun na Bioy," the foreas saluted, "Exploronaut 367, Roi. Everyone thought you were dead, 360. We're glad you're still with us."
Teige saluted back, "Tans'kun na Bioy. I'm glad you people are glad, and you can call me Teige. I'm calling you because I heard you were in human space as of now. Is that right, Roi?"
"It is, we are near one of the remaining population centers. They're not letting us land, though."
"Well, in that case," Teige started pressing buttons on the console and soon she had sent a message to Roi, "I just sent you my coordinates. Come pick me up, I've got a human super soldier here who seems to know what's up. After we interview her, I'm sure we can group up. We get our research and they get to find out more about their extinction."
Roi thought about it for a moment. She seemed hesitant, even to the point that she brought a finger up to her lips, frown clear on her face. She turned around and called for someone not seen in the transmission, "What do you think, Koi?"
"Um... Sure. We're not making much progress here either way." the unseen foreas said, and with that Roi turned to Teige and nodded.
"We'll pick you up," Roi reviewed the coordinates, "it'll take us a few hours to get there, you're not that far from us."
"Great, Roi. Thank you for picking me up." Teige smiled and winked at her, then cut off the transmission with her, which brought her back to Waige's. "Thanks for the help, Waige. You're a good operator." She said.
Waige grinned and rubbed his neck, "I'm glad you're still with us, Teige."
Teige smiled and formed a heart with her hands, then cut off the comms and erased her ID from the comms' history. | Name (& pronunciation):
Teige (Teh-ish)
Date of Awakening (& age):
November of 2018 according to the Human calendar, She's 287 years old.
Place of Birth:
The Foreas' home planet, The Homeplanet.
Gender:
Female.
Species:
Foreas.
Height:
164 centimetres, 5'5 approximately.
Weight:
110 pounds.
Appearance:
She's a slender Foreas of average height and weight. Her leaves are all colored a bright orange-ish red. Her skin's mostly white with some soft gradation of the orange-ish red on her joints and spine.
Due to Human Navy regulations, she is often seen wearing a lightly coloured dress made of leaves when out of duty and a standard crew uniform when in duty. When she's cooking, she'll wear and use all kinds of protective gear to make sure the food is as clean as possible.
Personality:
Throughout her life in the Homeplanet, Teige was always taught to be kind to life, to be silent and to be curious. The silence part came easy. It came easy to all Foreas, the curiosity was not only easy, it was impossible for her to turn it off. And the kindness was difficult to learn and difficult to put in practice but she tackled it in the end.
But even with her kindness, she was never able to bring herself to easily trust the beings made of meat and bone. She heard stories and she experienced the memories of the dead. The destructive nature of fleshlings scared her, it terrified her in fact. The thought of losing her and her planet's beauty to the wild actions of fleshling aliens was one that often had her awake and wandering at night. She'd always bottle it up when she was around the aliens, hide it under her leaves, as they said, but sometimes a fleshling would get too close and she would have no choice but to push them away, often forcefully.
She feels lonely on the ship. With no other Foreas around and not much to do that fits her open-air lifestyle, she feels bored too. Spending her free time in the Hydroponics chamber probably doesn't help matters, either, as it reminds her of the Homeplanet and its luscious plantlife and greenery.
Likes:
- Plants.
- Exploration.
- The unknown.
- Extreme sports.
- Socializing.
Dislikes:
- Scarabs.
- Closed spaces.
- Ignorance.
- Places with no plants.
Ambitions:
- To build memories and experiences worthy of being brought back to the Tree.
- To ensure the safety of the Foreas through identifying dangers before they arrive at the Homeplanet.
Strengths:
- As an Exploronaut, she's received personal training from the top brass of the Awoken Priests. She can fully control her emotions.
- Her time as a renowned Navy Chef helped her build her already exceptional communications skills, she takes pride in being liked by nearly everyone she meets.
- She needs no food and she can live comfortably with only incandescent light and water.
- She breathes in carbon dioxide.
- Her decade long Exploronaut training ensured she's at the top of her abilities. She's fast, agile, flexible and most important of all, she can endure hours of intense physical activity such as climbing without needing long rest periods.
Weaknesses:
- She's not strong. At all. While she might be able to take someone down with her fists, she can't carry much weight or move very heavy things.
- Deprive her of incandescent light for a day and she'll grow tired, take light away for two weeks and she'll die.
- She isn't accustomed to taking another sentient being's life.
SPARK MANDRILL
Fears:
- The unknown.
- Beings with a history of being violent such as humans or scarabs.
- Dark places.
- Amnesia.
Interests:
- The unnamed (species).
- Foreign cultures.
- Ruins and abandoned locations.
- Everything else to a lesser extent.
History:
Like all Foreas, Teige emerged out of her pod at the beginning of Spring back in the Homeplanet. She was found by a patrolling Caretaker, who took her and the other saplings to the local School, to immediately begin their education. It wasn't until her fifth year that she was released to wander on her own. For years she walked the roads and lived in the countryside, visiting one city and then the next one, until she finally stumbled into the Capital.
She never expected the Tree of Awakening to be so majestic. The biggest, brightest tree in the Homeplanet. It, by far, surpassed any of the ecological buildings around it, penetrating the skies and its top being lost over the clouds. When she touched it, she immediately connected to it. She could not exit the Land of Memories for years to come. Five years swallowed by the tree, while her body just sat idle on the other side. She experienced the memories of countless figures of the past. Ranging from explorers to soldiers. From religious radicals to world leaders.
In her time inside the tree, she was entranced by the memories of the daring explorers of old who, against all odds, embarked on century-long journeys to map out nearby star systems. Their struggles inspired her to become one of them, yet when she finally found the way to exit the Land of Memories, she found out that she lacked the abilities to possibly be one of them.
After physical rehabilitation, at the age of 18, she set her mind on one goal: becoming an Exploronaut. Nine years of studies and intense training began the day she left the Tree. But she was good at something else. Eventually it became known that she was an expert chef, taking it up as a hobby when she began training, and so the Exploronaut institution of the Homeplanet gave her the best training they could to have her become a Navy Chef.
She wasn't happy with the outcome of her training. Being a Chef was neither glorious nor interesting, and she'd never get to see the strange new lands for herself, in person. But she'd be useful in some way, at least. And she could watch the planet from orbit through the windows, too.
She went on to become the best Navy Chef after fifty years of constant cooking, recognized by the entire Homeplanet Navy as the best morale booster in the Star System through her meals alone. But one day, the ship she was stationed in lost contact to the Exploronaut team. They also lost contact to the auxiliary security team when they went down to find the Exploronauts. Being a sensitive expedition, the ship's captain resolved not to let his brothers and sisters be lost, and sent whoever the ship could spare--The Chief Executive Chef, the Assistant Engineer and the Resident Awoken Priest.
They pushed through many obstacles and dangerous situations under Teige's directions and they managed to rescue both the Exploronauts and the Security Team, who had gotten trapped in a collapsing ancient abandoned complex.
Following her and her fellow low ranks' heroic acts, they were absorbed by the Exploronaut Academy in the Homeworld, and ten years later they earned their titles. Teige, the Exploronaut.
A hundred years passed and Teige, a 177 year old Foreas Exploronaut, was sent to interact with the Humans. She was eventually given the opportunity to accompany a group of humans on a mission, and she accepted immediately. She got into the ship, all things going fine and entered cryogenic sleep. Next thing she knows is she is waking up a century later than she expected.
Romance:
No.
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
Foreas Exploronaut.
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Besides going down on field missions, she cooks for the whole ship with the help of a few assistants.
Combat Skills:
She only has experience using handguns. Sure, she's been through basic for the rest, including unarmed combat, but she was never the top student and the Foreas haven't needed more than handguns and fists in over a thousand years.
Misc:
The Exploronauts are a Foreas Institution that recruits from the Foreas Navy. They're natural explorers and their curiosity is never sated. An Exploronaut has a strong grasp of survival techniques as well as enough of an understanding of leadership to lead others in expeditions into unknown space sectors. They could be seen as VIPs within the Foreas Navy, their requests rarely denied and quite often followed to a T, as if they were orders. They have a great relationship with the Tree of Awakening's keepers, the Awoken Priests, who in turn train them in mental matters. |
3,228 | 72 | 37 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia stared at the bandana in her hand originally tied around Asim's right arm,it was now in her hand, its owner gone to the winds. She clutched it tightly holding on to it. Alistair handed her a towel. With a blank face, she wiped the viscera from her face. Stepping around the blood that had splattered from Asim onto the ground beneath her, she walked onwards and forwards. She shoved past the rest of the crew, still holding onto the bandana. Nearing the captain her flat voice spoke up.
"I'll be in the cargo bay. Contact me if you need me."
She strolled down to the cargo bay,and entered the room. Before she could hit the ground, the vomit and blood expelled from her mouth and nose. She coughed it up, letting a good amount go to the floor.
"Euuuugggghhh. That didn't feel good."
Anastasia looked around. At the edge of the room, stood a large cryo chamber. In it stood some tall armored man.
"It can't hurt to release him. If he kills me, so be it."
With that, she pressed the button and let the hiss of release soothe her. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,229 | 72 | 38 | 336 | 3,437 | May 2015 14:17 3 yrs ago | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,230 | 72 | 39 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Ship
"Hm? Whuzzis? Wasn't Ana playing around with this...?", he said to himself, picking up the tablet and walking towards the helm. By the time he got to the captain's seat, he was sifting through the files already. There were maps, diagrams, all that, but he wasn't interested in any of that... He just wanted to see if he could find something sugary and fly there and pick some up or something. He swiped past a large bunch of things, most of which seemed wholly important... 'Super soldiers'... 'Operations'... 'Confidential'. None of that mattered to him. Though in classic style of browsing databases, he got bored and gave up trying to find out what the best sweets in the universe were at the moment and just settled on the super soldiers file out of frustration and boredom.
"Mhm... Mhm... Hmmmmmm... Hm. Huh... Yeah this is boring", he decided. Super soldiers, only humans were successful in creation, yadda yadda, strength blah speed blah blah. One per country blah blah. He finally put the tablet down and just looked blankly into space... | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,231 | 72 | 40 | 639 | 672 | XAR
Xar remembered landing on planet Keet-o in the Terran cluster of the Lobos Quadrant. Not long after Shaer had reported a group of planets ripe for feeding. He remembered dealing with the native species, most had been rather weak and wiped out easily. He had formed the conduit and started feeding when suddenly the sky went dark.
Thousands if not millions, tiny and medium aircrafts covered the sky and countless of them ejected what seem like soldiers. Was this a take-over or an intergalactic war he didn't know. Not that it mattered, he would be done with this planet before the fight gave result. But what he didn't expect was a hunting party.
They were the so-called Liberation Force, formed to rid the universe of his kind as told in his trial. Presided over by every major racial power of the galaxy. Pitiable fools, deluding themselves that they can rid themselves so easy of his kind. His family was still out there, he knew his sister was far more shrewd than him. She also knew to control his hunger, a trait that he never cared to learn. His ambition had always been different. He wanted to be the strongest of his kind. Something that would not be achievable, now that he would be relieved of his mortal coil.
But his subduers had another gift, they wanted to make him weak like them. To show him mercy, even if he didn't need it. The claimed an obscure convention and decided to put him in deep freeze. Somewhere so remote that even the light won't reach him.
--
As Anastasia punched in the release switch, the liquid drained from the tall chamber. This one was up to the ceiling, the inside invisible due to all the frost on the glass. Wisp of gas flowed into the room as she recovered from her vomit. Suddenly, a being emerged from the smoke and held her against the ceiling. Its huge hand clasped around her neck, a slow clench and her throat would cave in.
The lights then started to flicker as the sound system of the room came alive. The suit of armor only emanated a heavy breathing sound but the speakers told that the being could communicate.
"Am I the last one, human?" the speakers relayed the message of the being. By the fact that only male voices were chosen, she could faintly estimate that the one before her was a male.
"Answer carefully, they may be your last words." | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,232 | 72 | 41 | 119 | 740 | Kidd patiently listened, or at least until the male human/cyborg for the second time compared him and his race to a cat. "Hey. I appreciate you risking your life to save us and all but, Furlynes are nowhere near a mere Earth "cat". We can be pretty vicious while your guard's down, ya know?" As if to emphasize his own point, the Furlyne boy raised his hand to display his human-like hands with claws like that of a predator. His race did appear to resemble quite closely to the human race, but features like the claws, ears, and tail clearly did not. One who came from Earth would immediately see how similar the ears and tail are to a feline's, Kidd understood that from his experience on Earth but somehow he couldn't agree with being seen as part "cat".
For the rest of the narration, from the man who introduced himself as Jack, the shorter male stayed quiet to process all of the information he was given. Talk of hibernating in cryopods was fairly normal at this generation but for a century? For what purpose? Even they themselves seemed to have no lead as to why it had happened. "Man, snoozing in those things for a hundred years doesn't sound too comfy. Jack, kay, gotcha. Seriously though. Someone just... died and all you and that other human cares about is food." He shakes his head, wondering what was wrong with these humans, he on the other hand was still calming his racing heart from the previous events. While they had questionable characters, he still appreciated the rescue nonetheless. But even so, would he willingly join their crew filled with... foreign beings? So far from who had appeared before him were humans, cyborgs and.... black energy creature things.
Kidd raised his legs onto the seat he was thrown on and hugged his knees closely to his chest, murmuring in a low tone, "I'm cool with fixing up your rusty old ship for paying my debt but... Could I even trust you guys? I mean... you beat up those jerks like they were no trouble, but how can I be sure you aren't just another group of terrorists?" | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,233 | 72 | 42 | 336 | 3,437 | do we look like terorist? jack thought to himslef well it would make sense since the crew exsited of a cyborg lady an asshole of a captian a crazy sword lady who likes hurting people a weird black thing a plant girl and scary ass butler who has red eyes
and he himself a pilot with no ship and an cyborg eye.
"if we where terrorist we would have used you as target practice kidd. and sasha over there would have probably beheaded you to put your head on a spike. are we doing this to you right now? no where not so relax ca... furlyen sorry almost said it again" | name jack
lastname:mcloyd
date of birth: (and age ) 24 may and 23 years old
place of birth : on a ship called the lucky charms
gender: male
species: human
height: 2 meters
weight 110 g
apperance: he has an robotic eye on his left eye and grey hair (for some weird reason) has normal legs and arms
personality: is kind of an ass and you have to earn his respect first but once you have earned his respect he is loyal to the end also likes to give his opinion about everything and never knows when to shut up
likes : explosions a fast ship and alot of whiskey
dislikes: pirates bountyhunters and drugs (this guy realy fucking hates drugs) he hates talking about his family
ambitions: two blow up the biggest ship that he can find (and that is trying to kill him) and to live as long as possible
strenghts: one of the best pilots alive and a master tactician also a very good shot with small arms also he cant get drunk
weaknesess: he is weak cant shoot with big weapons and has a very big ego
fears: he is afraid of death and he is afraid of spiders
interests: nothing
history:
He and his family used to own a mining ship named lucky charms. As a child he was very kind and loved his little sister. When he was 10 he lost his family when the ship was attacked bye pirates he was able to survive and was saved bye the military.He went to the mililtary academy to become a fighter pilot take revenge on the pirates who killed his parents. when he was twenty he was the best of his class and he was promoted to squadron commander however when the first battle began he lost his entire squad. after that he quit the military and stole his fighter bought a small cargoship with some guns on it and fled earth before it was attacked and fled to some outskirt asteroid and made a little home.But then he was attacked bye some mercs put in a cryopod.
Romance: yes but he wont start a relation.
but straight as straight something can be
military: was a former squadron commander
combat skils: a very good fighter pilot and squadron commander |
3,234 | 72 | 43 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
The hand raised her upwards. It closed in around her throat. Anastasia gave out a choked laugh. The whir in her arms and legs started. Then an idea popped in her head. She started the self destruct within her arms. She then spoke to the being.
"You hear that? You hear that machinery whirring? Good. It'll be the last thing you hear unless you release me. I've already had my love explode into a fine red mist and his innards splattered onto my face. I am in no mood to be messed with. And guess what. Me? I won't feel any pain. The blast will be too quick. You however, you, you're gonna feel a lot of pain. You'll feel every single particle of your being get ripped apart like paper. Your pain will last an eternity. I'll blow us both so far you're gonna have to search for your body in the next life. And I swear to every god and deified entity in this known universe, you'll feel the pain. You might be the last of your race, and i'm part of a dying race. But you wanna know what? My race will go on. If you're the last of your race, you'll go extinct, you hunk of fucking shit. Me? I'm ready to die. I have nothing left. So go ahead. Make your decision. Do you want your race to go extinct? Or do you want to live and live on? Better make your decision within the next minute, or it's lights out you worthless shit. And don't even think of killing me, because then you'll have no way to deactivate this bomb. Tick Tock Motherfucker."
Automated Ship Computer
The light blinked on. The voice spoke.
"All personnel. Attention. All personnel. Three new coordinates have been given to you. A distress call has been heard in Russia. That is all." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,235 | 72 | 44 | 859 | 1,661 | Teige
Teige put her index finger on her cheek as she looked into her locker. These were all of her possessions. A handgun, a necklace, a portable comms unit and a Garden brand dress. She took her rucksack and put all the items but the handgun, which she strapped to her hip, and the comms unit, which she put on her wrist, in it. She slung the light rucksack over her shoulder and walked out of the room. She exchanged a few greetings with a few members of the crew, then finally arrived at the airlock. She waited there for a long while, she chatted with a crew member stationed nearby, drank some water and practiced meditation.
Then the airlock's intercom came to life, and a familiar voice came through. "Hello, Exploronaut 367, Roi, here. I'm here for Exploronaut 360, Teige."
Teige smiled, "Here I am, Roi. I'll let you into the airlock, give me a moment." Teige fished out her ID card from her uniform and passed it over the panel controlling the airlock. Its outer door opened, let Roi in and then closed. Pressurization came into effect and then the inner door opened.
Roi was wearing a green and black space, sleek space suit. It looked more like a loose Exploronaut uniform with a helmet than a space suit, though. Her face was obscured behind the dark visor of her helmet but from the body language, Teige could tell Roi was glad to see her. Roi was also carrying a second suit on her left arm. "This is yours." Roi said, voice distorted by the helmet's microphone, and extended her arm towards Teige.
Teige grabbed the suit and quickly put it on, over her uniform. She locked the helmet in place and stretched her limbs. "Will it be a space walk to the ship?"
"More like a space jump, we're only a few meters out. Also, Teige-" Roi hesitated, "There was a terrorist attempt at the Tree."
Teige could feel her heart skip a beat. The heat drained from her face and she turned to Roi. "A terrorist attempt?"
"Some alien sneaked into the Tree's perimeter, avoided all guards and priests and blew himself up right beside the Tree."
Teige was at a loss of words, and after she failed to form any after a few attempts, she simply pressed the button to close the airlock and depressurize. The airlock did its work and soon they were facing the void of space. Excitement filled Teige, yet she showed none of it now. Getting physically excited right now would be detrimental to their objective. A moment passed, and Roi bought her fingers to the side of her helmet. She mumbled something into her personal comms.
Then, Teige saw a large shadow. It descended and descended, up until it was leveled with them--That was Roi's ship.
Roi linked her arm with Teige's and nodded. "On three we jump, you know the drill." Teige nodded in response.
"One," They got into position.
"Two," Roi's ship's airlock opened, brightly lit with an orange light.
"Three!" They jumped. Roi grunted and Teige bit her lip. As they exited the human ship's airlock, gravity became non existent. They flailed their legs in synchronization two times, then stopped. They drifted toward the ship ever so gently. Once they got closer though, it was clear they were off course. They'd hit the ship's hull at that rate.
"Move us to the right, Roi. I'll stabilize the acceleration once we're correctly aligned." And so Roi activated her personal thruster at mid potency. A moment later and Teige activated her own, which aligned them in front of the airlock. They deactivated the thrusters and prepared for landing.
They both felt the sudden tug of gravity as they entered the airlock. They did not fall, though. They separated their arms and each arrived with a somersault.
Teige was the first to stand and she grinned. "That was exciting."
"Tell me about it." Roi said and chuckled, then the airlock closed and they took off the space suits. "We can't stay in human space, Teige. You understand, right? The Priests requested the Exploronauts and Navy to provide higher security for the Tree and to look for possible ties to a bigger organization."
"I understand. The Tree's more important than this." Teige nodded in agreement, then the airlock let them into the ship. Roi brought her wrist up and spoke into her comms bracelet.
"Take us back to the Homeplanet, Koi. Let's get there as fast as possible, we'll refuel once we get there."
The ship whirred into action. It aligned itself with the correct Faster Than Light(FTL) route, and then it jumped into the void. | Name (& pronunciation):
Teige (Teh-ish)
Date of Awakening (& age):
November of 2018 according to the Human calendar, She's 287 years old.
Place of Birth:
The Foreas' home planet, The Homeplanet.
Gender:
Female.
Species:
Foreas.
Height:
164 centimetres, 5'5 approximately.
Weight:
110 pounds.
Appearance:
She's a slender Foreas of average height and weight. Her leaves are all colored a bright orange-ish red. Her skin's mostly white with some soft gradation of the orange-ish red on her joints and spine.
Due to Human Navy regulations, she is often seen wearing a lightly coloured dress made of leaves when out of duty and a standard crew uniform when in duty. When she's cooking, she'll wear and use all kinds of protective gear to make sure the food is as clean as possible.
Personality:
Throughout her life in the Homeplanet, Teige was always taught to be kind to life, to be silent and to be curious. The silence part came easy. It came easy to all Foreas, the curiosity was not only easy, it was impossible for her to turn it off. And the kindness was difficult to learn and difficult to put in practice but she tackled it in the end.
But even with her kindness, she was never able to bring herself to easily trust the beings made of meat and bone. She heard stories and she experienced the memories of the dead. The destructive nature of fleshlings scared her, it terrified her in fact. The thought of losing her and her planet's beauty to the wild actions of fleshling aliens was one that often had her awake and wandering at night. She'd always bottle it up when she was around the aliens, hide it under her leaves, as they said, but sometimes a fleshling would get too close and she would have no choice but to push them away, often forcefully.
She feels lonely on the ship. With no other Foreas around and not much to do that fits her open-air lifestyle, she feels bored too. Spending her free time in the Hydroponics chamber probably doesn't help matters, either, as it reminds her of the Homeplanet and its luscious plantlife and greenery.
Likes:
- Plants.
- Exploration.
- The unknown.
- Extreme sports.
- Socializing.
Dislikes:
- Scarabs.
- Closed spaces.
- Ignorance.
- Places with no plants.
Ambitions:
- To build memories and experiences worthy of being brought back to the Tree.
- To ensure the safety of the Foreas through identifying dangers before they arrive at the Homeplanet.
Strengths:
- As an Exploronaut, she's received personal training from the top brass of the Awoken Priests. She can fully control her emotions.
- Her time as a renowned Navy Chef helped her build her already exceptional communications skills, she takes pride in being liked by nearly everyone she meets.
- She needs no food and she can live comfortably with only incandescent light and water.
- She breathes in carbon dioxide.
- Her decade long Exploronaut training ensured she's at the top of her abilities. She's fast, agile, flexible and most important of all, she can endure hours of intense physical activity such as climbing without needing long rest periods.
Weaknesses:
- She's not strong. At all. While she might be able to take someone down with her fists, she can't carry much weight or move very heavy things.
- Deprive her of incandescent light for a day and she'll grow tired, take light away for two weeks and she'll die.
- She isn't accustomed to taking another sentient being's life.
SPARK MANDRILL
Fears:
- The unknown.
- Beings with a history of being violent such as humans or scarabs.
- Dark places.
- Amnesia.
Interests:
- The unnamed (species).
- Foreign cultures.
- Ruins and abandoned locations.
- Everything else to a lesser extent.
History:
Like all Foreas, Teige emerged out of her pod at the beginning of Spring back in the Homeplanet. She was found by a patrolling Caretaker, who took her and the other saplings to the local School, to immediately begin their education. It wasn't until her fifth year that she was released to wander on her own. For years she walked the roads and lived in the countryside, visiting one city and then the next one, until she finally stumbled into the Capital.
She never expected the Tree of Awakening to be so majestic. The biggest, brightest tree in the Homeplanet. It, by far, surpassed any of the ecological buildings around it, penetrating the skies and its top being lost over the clouds. When she touched it, she immediately connected to it. She could not exit the Land of Memories for years to come. Five years swallowed by the tree, while her body just sat idle on the other side. She experienced the memories of countless figures of the past. Ranging from explorers to soldiers. From religious radicals to world leaders.
In her time inside the tree, she was entranced by the memories of the daring explorers of old who, against all odds, embarked on century-long journeys to map out nearby star systems. Their struggles inspired her to become one of them, yet when she finally found the way to exit the Land of Memories, she found out that she lacked the abilities to possibly be one of them.
After physical rehabilitation, at the age of 18, she set her mind on one goal: becoming an Exploronaut. Nine years of studies and intense training began the day she left the Tree. But she was good at something else. Eventually it became known that she was an expert chef, taking it up as a hobby when she began training, and so the Exploronaut institution of the Homeplanet gave her the best training they could to have her become a Navy Chef.
She wasn't happy with the outcome of her training. Being a Chef was neither glorious nor interesting, and she'd never get to see the strange new lands for herself, in person. But she'd be useful in some way, at least. And she could watch the planet from orbit through the windows, too.
She went on to become the best Navy Chef after fifty years of constant cooking, recognized by the entire Homeplanet Navy as the best morale booster in the Star System through her meals alone. But one day, the ship she was stationed in lost contact to the Exploronaut team. They also lost contact to the auxiliary security team when they went down to find the Exploronauts. Being a sensitive expedition, the ship's captain resolved not to let his brothers and sisters be lost, and sent whoever the ship could spare--The Chief Executive Chef, the Assistant Engineer and the Resident Awoken Priest.
They pushed through many obstacles and dangerous situations under Teige's directions and they managed to rescue both the Exploronauts and the Security Team, who had gotten trapped in a collapsing ancient abandoned complex.
Following her and her fellow low ranks' heroic acts, they were absorbed by the Exploronaut Academy in the Homeworld, and ten years later they earned their titles. Teige, the Exploronaut.
A hundred years passed and Teige, a 177 year old Foreas Exploronaut, was sent to interact with the Humans. She was eventually given the opportunity to accompany a group of humans on a mission, and she accepted immediately. She got into the ship, all things going fine and entered cryogenic sleep. Next thing she knows is she is waking up a century later than she expected.
Romance:
No.
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
Foreas Exploronaut.
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Besides going down on field missions, she cooks for the whole ship with the help of a few assistants.
Combat Skills:
She only has experience using handguns. Sure, she's been through basic for the rest, including unarmed combat, but she was never the top student and the Foreas haven't needed more than handguns and fists in over a thousand years.
Misc:
The Exploronauts are a Foreas Institution that recruits from the Foreas Navy. They're natural explorers and their curiosity is never sated. An Exploronaut has a strong grasp of survival techniques as well as enough of an understanding of leadership to lead others in expeditions into unknown space sectors. They could be seen as VIPs within the Foreas Navy, their requests rarely denied and quite often followed to a T, as if they were orders. They have a great relationship with the Tree of Awakening's keepers, the Awoken Priests, who in turn train them in mental matters. |
3,236 | 72 | 45 | 639 | 672 | XAR
The human female was a fiesty one as she let loose a barrage of words from their language that he was yet to fathom. He had been in limbo for a some time and even before that contac with the human race had been really minimum to get all the minor details of their tongue. But Xar understood that the Human was herself prepared to die, he could feel an energy building inside of her as she threatened him to blow him up. He thought of telling her of her futile attempt but decided against it. Let it be a surprise.
He released his grip from her neck as he let her down. "I like you, human. Strong and mad unlike your kind. I just need to know if my family is alive. Help me find them and I'll fight for you. Save your kind unlike what you did to us."
He then scanned the room's energy signature for his weapon. He thought maybe his captors were foolish enough to kee them both in one room. Sadly, his hopes weren't high.
"By the way, I don't think you have read the dossier on my kind, have you? I am missing a piece of me." | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,237 | 72 | 46 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
"Good choice." Anastasia stated. The whirring started dying down. The bombs had been deactivated. She twisted her shoulders back and forth and stretched. "I don't have shit on whatever you are. Good luck finding info. Whenever you're fucking ready head up to the bridge you son of a bitch." Anastasia spit the blood from her mouth onto her arm. She loosened her grip on the Egyptian arm band and tied it to her left robotic arm. One to match the Russian arm band on her right. She walked out of the room and up the stairs.
Ship Bridge
Anastasia finished her stroll onto the bridge. She spoke out as soon as she saw the blinking on the main computer. "Hey! Captain! Did you not notice the little info being given to you on your screen? We have some new coordinates to go to. I checked the storage and all our goods except for inorganic transport is gone. We need new foods and drinks."
She sat down at the computer and started tapping away.
"Ah. Here we go. These coordinates all have supplies except... for this one in Russia? Why do we have a distress signal coming from Russia? That shouldn't be happening. Russia has been dead for several years now. Gone. Put into the dirt. It's irradiated beyond saving. Captain. Whatever you decide, make sure you make sure your decision is safe. I would recommend against going to Russia. As much as I love my home country, nothing good is waiting for us there."
Anastasia sat up from the computer and walked to the wall near the back of the bridge. "I'll be right here in case you need me. Time to make your decision captain." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,238 | 72 | 47 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Ship Bridge
He was given a choice of three coordinates, but by the time they came up he was already fidgeting like hell in the captain's seat, his eyes dilated and it almost seemed as if he was on full alert... He needed something sweet. He struggled to pay enough attention to look at the options laid before him, and glossed over most of the details, he wasn't really listening to Ana talking about the whole thing with Russia, but just read Eden was civilization... Civilization meant shops, shops meant food... Food meant...
"Set a course for Eden. Bring up a list of all candy st- I mean... Shops... On Eden...", he said. He wanted to know a route once he got there. As soon as the map and list was brought up, he stared at it for a couple moments, and in those couple moments he spotted the places he wanted to ride past. He would've recognized the coordinates for this place too, it was once his favourite bar, but being on the ship without any sweet foods for so long has derived him of the attention required for this.
Now, normally it'd take a lot longer for his sugar cravings to get to him, but having woken up, and realizing he hadn't eaten a thing for a hundred years, really started to get to him. In any case, he was simply heard power walking to the exit of the ship, and would stand there and fidget and wait until the ship arrived. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,239 | 72 | 48 | 119 | 740 | Doubt was still evident in his eyes as the cyborg man spoke but Kidd sighed and got off the chair to stretch his arms upon the end of his statement. "I guess... I can't say I'm trustworthy either, I was a thief once ya see but don't get me wrong, never killed a civilian once. Never. Now, lemme take a look and see what ya guys got here, this century old fella." He evidently referred to the ship that they were currently aboard on as the Furlyne boy gazed up and down around the area and deeper into the ship. After a brief glance around the main areas of the ship, simple tinkering with stuff and checking for tools of any sort, Kidd came back to where he started at, the exit area.
"First of all, how is this ship even able to continue flying?! Most, if not all of its parts are outdated and barely usable by today's machinery standards. To make it worse, the tools needed to repair or replace parts are nothing but rust and *SIGH* I can't do anything if we ain't gonna stop over for supplies. If we've got any hostilities and start a space battle, this fella's got NO chance." He clearly had an irritated tone to his voice, complaining about how they had scarcity of supplies which resulted in him being unable to start any work done for the ship. He wasn't exactly an actual crew of the ship but he treated all machinery as if they were his own. | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,240 | 72 | 49 | 639 | 672 | XAR
Of all his accumulated knowledge, Xar had known the unpredictability of Human females. They were said to be strange creatures, one that defied logic expertly and repeatedly. As he followed the cyborg into the ship and to the bridge, he saw more human life forms. Uncertainity creeping him on him. He was a being that was trapped and leashed to keep the so called humanity safe and now, that their world was disintegrating, he was released and free.
He again overtook the channels of the ship as he asked a question from the people in general.
"What year is this?" walking with heavy footsteps towards the bridge where the cranky woman stood.
'Where is my kind? Am I the last one?" | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,241 | 72 | 50 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia tapped into the communications systems. Looking for a sound she tuned in. Nothing at first. Then slowly, a buzz came in.
..ond. Again. Respond. This is the Eden Space Station Defense System. We will give you one more chance to respond with your ship name and what your status is right now before we blow you out of orbit.
Anastasia quickly turned around to the rest of the crew. and spoke to them. “Hush you all. I need complete silence.” She turned back around to the comms and spoke.
“Yes yes, this is the..” Anastasia thought for a second. “Sierra Zulu 1. We are in a bad state of disrepair and require assistance. May we request permission to dock please.”
Anastasia waited for the response. Finally the radio buzzed.
Yes yes, welcome aboard. Please dock your ship in bay number 2, and we will guide you from there. Welcome to Eden Space Station.
Anastasia turned around and wiped the sweat off of her brow. That was a close one. It could have ended very badly for them. Their journey could have possibly ended there. But it didn't and that’s all that mattered. She turned to talk to Valerius. “
Listen captain. Everyone has personal likes and it doesn't hurt to have something you like, but make sure it doesn't get the best of you. I’ll get us supplies extremely cheap here. Count on me. The rest of you go relax and take a break. Meet in the bar right outside of the docking bay when you all are ready to head on your way. Keep in touch if anything goes wrong. And please all of you. Try not to cause havoc. This is one of the only places for sure in the universe where we’ll be accepted no matter what and I don’t want that ruined.”
The ship slowly pulled into the station. The dock was filled with people of all different races entering or leaving the bay, as they pulled in, the ship whirred to a stop and the bay doors opened. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,242 | 72 | 51 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Eden Space Station
Valerius hurried on through the checkpoints, this place wasn't controlled by government so heavily, so he got through fairly quickly and without hassle like identification. He was first one off the ship and within moments of the moment he could, he disappeared into the crowd. His coat flowing behind him lightly as he power walked with a set in picture of the map of this place in his mind... And finally, he was there. It was called Sweet Dreams, the biggest store on Eden, and without a second thought he snatched up whatever he could and...
"I-I'm sorry sir... You're short... Besides, this currency hasn't been used for decades. I don't think I was born when this was used", with the fall of the human empire, came the fall of the human currency. What he had on him would've been enough back in the day, but right now it's essentially worthless.
"If you can go down the bank and exchange it for updated currency you can afford all this", he kept staring. She silently pointed out the window, and across the road there was bank.
Process was speedier than usual at the bank for him, it may have something to do with his unblinking stare making everyone move a little faster, and within moments of exchange completed he returned, and paid for his candy. Within minutes he was happily walking down the street downing the candy he was eating, and only now he was realizing as he looked at the streets he walked upon... He recognized some of these structures... And then he remembered the coordinates...
"One hundred years huh? I guess that place is closed down no-", before he could finish his sentence something caught his notice out of the corner of his eye. "The Galactic Gear", his favourite bar, but it looked nothing like he remembered. It was much, much fancier, and bigger, and it didn't used to have what appears to be two floors. It looks like it was a bar and restaurant now, and a popular one...
"... Huh". | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,243 | 72 | 52 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia stepped out of the ship. The docking bay wasn't that busy today, which was odd. Usually there was loads of traffic coming in and out. She stepped through the gate check and before she could catch a break she was wrapped up in a hard exoskeleton hug. The arms were bright red and he wore a suit that shone like sapphire. Without looking at his face she could tell who it was. Simeon. The motherfucker was prepared. Simeon spoke before she could get a word in.
"Ana my friend! You are back! Welcome home! Well not really home but come come walk with me. I have heard the news. I am sorry. For all of it. Your friends in the program and your race. It must hurt to be made lonely. But worry not. For I am here to comfort you when you feel down. I will always be here to help. And also. I feel like this might make you feel better. How would you like some supplies on the house? Machinery and all. My gift for all the favors you did while I bartended way back when.
Anastasia turned around.
"How does that sound hmmmm?"
Behind her was the catboy following, staying silent. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,244 | 72 | 53 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Eden Station
"Stop you son of a bitch!" Shots rang out through Eden as a Scarab ran through the streets with an armored human chased him, both pistols in hand and firing on him. The Scarab, wielding a laser assault rifle, returned fire from periodic cover and forced the human into cover on occasion while people walking the streets ducked, scrambled and otherwise got out of their way. The human panted and wiped his forehead, reloading the pistols and peaking out. Once more, the buggy bastard was on the run. Chasing these guys was probably his least favorite job, cause he found bugs to be absolutely creepy. But the payout for catching this guy was big enough to warrant the chase.
With a heavy sigh, he was up and running again, taking pot shots at the bug man as he weaved in and out of the crowds and cover. After another couple streets, he grinned in triumph as the bug man stumbled from a hit to his leg. Then quickly dove for cover as the assault rifle was aimed his way and unloaded, the rounds pinging all around him and hitting the piece of cover he'd taken. When he finally peeked out, the Scarab was hiding in his own cover and reloading. "Go away, human! You can't hope to catch me! Besides, shouldn't you be worried about your own skin?"
"Oh that's it, you're worth more dead anyways." Sliding over his cover, a potted plant in front of a store, the man fired at the Scarab's cover to keep it pinned. Valerius looked away from The Galactic Gear in time to spot the human store both pistols in their holsters and draw a katana, activating it's laser edge and take off the Scarab's head as he leaped over the low wall it was hiding behind. Sighing, he waited for the authorities, the people paying him for the job this time, to come and collect the body. "Pleasure doin' business. Remember, Jericho Joranis caught him. Tell your friends."
The officer he'd been talking to snorted and gave a passing "Sure, whatever" as he helped wheel away the dead Scarab. Turning and heading to walk down the street, Jericho noticed that Valerius was staring. "What? Never seen a guy doing his job before?" | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,245 | 72 | 54 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Eden Space Station
Making his way downtown, faces past and I'm shipbound, dududududud, dudududu, dududududu. Well, he was humming some kind of song in his head, and that wasn't it, but it came pretty close as he was now quite happy what with finally getting some sugar in his system. As he made his way around the corner not far from the Galactic Gear, he saw a little bit of a show, so he just started watching intently while eating like he was at a theatre. Shortly afterward, the guy with the pistols turned to him. Valerius was kind of standing there with big bags full of sweet things, so he looked a little off-character for the clothes he wore.
"What? Never seen a guy doing his job before?", Valerius stood there for a moment, looking between this man and the scene he caused a few times, squinting his eyes as if trying to figure it out, and then...
"Aaaah, I get it, you're an actor, where's the camera crew though? Is this the opening scene where we are introduced to the hero kicking ass? Skilfully done, almost looks real, but I've never seen you before, so an up and coming new actor? I dunno, I heven't been awake for a hundred years so I wouldn't know", this guy was obviously misunderstanding what happened... Or at least, that's what it looked like. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,246 | 72 | 55 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Eden Station
Jericho stared at the man for a moment, before looking back at the blood spot in the street then back at the man. He was either incredibly thick or incredibly stupid. "I just killed that man for money. Legitly chopped off his head and then took cash for it. How could you possibly misconstrue bounty hunting for acting?" He continued on and almost completely ignored him when suddenly, in his mind, the fact that the guy said he'd been asleep for a hundred years clicked in his mind.
Rounding about, Jericho approached him rapidly. Reaching him, he spun the man around. "Did you just say you were asleep for a hundred years? The only way you could do that is if you...were...wow. So how'd that feel?" He'd heard rumors of an old Earth government or something hiding various ships with good crews all around the universe. He hadn't believed it, but if what this guy said is true..."And while we're at it, who woke you up? Maybe they can help me get some hella good work to make my name better known." | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,247 | 72 | 56 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Eden Space Station
"Special effects", he responded quickly and frankly. After his response, it appears this man paid more attention to the 'sleeping for one hundred years' thing, and began a line of questioning. How did this feel? Well, sleeping, that's all it really felt like it... The one who woke him up, that Russian chick Anastasia, but he didn't say any of that out loud. He put one hand in a fist and hit his open palm in a hammer motion as if he'd figured something out.
"Oh I get it, you need material to help you act right? Okay okay, gotcha. I think I can help out. Come with me", and so Jericho was whisked off towards the ship. He didn't really answer to any of the questions, and it appears to Jericho again that Valerius has a different understanding of all this.
As they reached the ship, Valerius stood still with Jericho right next to him, staring at it blankly... The way he walked up to it and all indicated this was his, but...
"... This ship looks like shit...I-I mean... It's meant to, because... Mercenary life isn't... Glamorous. Yeah, rough and rugged", but wasn't it his ship? Well, to be fair, most of the decals were faded, it looked old as hell, and anyone who's done research into human military ships would know this is a one hundred year old model. It was annoying too how he was acting as if he was trying to appeal to a celebrity, turning to Jericho with a forced smile on his face.
"Ooh, there's Ana. Yooooo! Ana! I met this actor guy, can we keep him?", so what is Jericho now? A cat? Keep him? What? He should be saying that about the Furlyne next to Ana... Oh wait, they're already keeping him. Technically. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,248 | 72 | 57 | 119 | 740 | Just as the brunette Furlyne was complaining about the lack of supplies on board, the ship had landed on a space station. "Gotcha, I'll just be following you for the supplies then, lady. Need ta see for myself what we're gonna get for the ship." So the shorter male trailed right behind the female human, quietly as he did so and keeping to himself due to the number of foreign alien species that he had never seen before. Seeing as his race usually kept to themselves, he had yet to spot any of them at this seemingly peaceful place. Kidd slipped his hands in his bright orange jumpsuit's pockets as he paced quickly behind the taller lady, trying his best not to make eye contact with any other.
As the bug like being approached the female, the Furlyne boy was slightly alarmed and on edge until it was established that he was of a friendly character and seemed to be acquainted with Ana, the name mentioned by the stranger in reference to the lady. He hadn't mean to eavesdrop but he heard the part about bar tending, as he thought to himself, 'This guy seems friendly enough I guess... But I woulda been horrified at first sight if I entered a bar and see the guy bar tending.' His thoughts were interrupted as Ana turned and asked him about his thoughts on the free supplies. Head raised up, as well as his gaze, from the ground to the Russian as Kidd replied, "That's awfully nice of ya, can't thank you enough. With the junk of a ship it is, we need all the gear we can get."
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Upon returning with a crate of supplies in his arms with the other mechanics helping them bring the rest of the supplies, Kidd sniffed the air when a scent of freshly brewed coffee was lingering around. 'Ah, I miss the good ol' days with the boss... He used ta make aromatic coffee like this all the time...' He smiled fondly at the memory with his eyes on the cafe, where the coffee scent seemed to be coming from. A faint sound of commotion was slightly heard from where they were, sounds of what resembled gun shots could be lightly heard as well but Kidd payed no heed to them, his mind too occupied with the thoughts of his late mentor.
As they neared where they had docked the ship, a familiar voice shouted at the taller female, "Yooooo! Ana! I met this actor guy, can we keep him?" Actor guy? The brunette boy turned his gaze towards the man who was referred to and made a skeptical expression. "Are ya sure he's an actor...? Those weapons he's holdin' and the splattered blood look awfully real, don'cha think? And stop treating him like a pet ya can own, are ya a 5 year old or somethin'?!" | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,249 | 72 | 58 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Eden Space Station
"You believed they were real? Hah, of course, props these days are so amazing, and don't worry, it'll be fun. I don't think he minds either", he responded to the Furlyne as he walked towards the two, he still had his candy on hand, so while talking he was chewing and consuming the candy.
"Oh yeah, Ana, where do you think I can go to get a paint job for the ship? It suuuuuuucks... And it's old... But don't tell the guy I said that, actors you know, can be so picky", he inquired, pointing to Jericho when referred to. In fact at the moment he didn't really know his name...
"Oh right, what was your name?", he turned around and asked. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,250 | 72 | 59 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia walked and talked with Simeon as they strolled along the streets. She talked business with the man in the suit, and reminisced about old times. Valerius tried talking to her and she waved him off.
"Yeah yeah you few have fun I have some business to take care of. This is where we part ways cat."
Ana left him behind, still walking with Simeon. When they were out of earshot, Ana started talking seriously. "Listen Simeon I need you to do something for me. One last favor. I already know i'm gouging you out for all you're worth, but I need one last thing. I don't want that crew getting down in spirits or morale. I need them in tip top happy shape. So I have a small list of things I want for them in crates on the ship. Can you do that for me Simeon?"
Simeon's eyes rolled around for a second as he thought. "Yeah sure, I can help out. This list seems simple enough to get. Not too expensive either."
"One last thing. I need info. Very important info. It's regarding one of my crew 'members'. He seems to remember nothing and is looking for his family. I know you probably don't have any info on him from your database, but can you pull a few chains and get some researchers out there? A few assistants to help me out?"
No problem dear. An easy feat to accomplish. I will require assistance with other things every so often however. Also I need to show you one last thing. We found this bot. We have no idea who it belongs to. It's been here for around 100 years, and might be out of date. Would you like it? It's all yours. We'll load it onto your ship."
"Thanks." Ana said, turning back around. "One last thing. It's nice to see you again." She walked off back to the bar and sat down by herself, ordering a drink. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,251 | 72 | 60 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis
If facepalming didn't hurt when he was wearing his armor, Jericho would have done it right then and there in the streets. Still, he followed the guy without trying to correct him. Maybe being in a cryopod for so long had done something to his brain, deep freeze or the like. Of course, I'm assuming the guy wasn't brain damaged to begin with. Guess I'll never know, probably for the best that way. As they entered the hangar, Jericho whistles at the state of the ship, even for being over a hundred years old. Sure it wasn't in the best shape, but since it was still mostly in one piece, that put it in better shape than most others. "... This ship looks like shit...I-I mean... It's meant to, because... Mercenary life isn't... Glamorous. Yeah, rough and rugged." That was about it for Jericho.
"Again, I'm not a bloody actor, I'm a bounty hunter trying to build a reputation out here." But the guy didn't hear him. Instead he was calling out to some girl with mechanical arms asking they could keep him. By this point, Jericho was resisting with great difficulty the urge to shoot him right then and there. It was even more irritating he didn't think Jericho understood how mercenary's lived. His point was reinforced by a Furlyne who must have been with the guy.
"Are ya sure he's an actor...? Those weapons he's holdin' and the splattered blood look awfully real, don'cha think? And stop treating him like a pet ya can own, are ya 5 year old or somethin'?!" Jericho mouthed a thank you to the young Furlyne before turning to the man and death glaring him as he called his favorite weapons props. And then he had the gall to ask his name, which was actually fair since Jericho hadn't really introduced himself.
"Name's Jericho Joranis, intergalactic bounty hunter. And pretty good at it if I do say so myself. That Scarab you saw me catch? Been evading authorities for weeks. Three other bounty hunters are dead chasing him. So, knowing that, still think I'm an actor?" | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,252 | 72 | 61 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
Eden Station
It was decided that they'll finally get re-supplied. He wasn't sure how the rest of the crew would have lasted if they went any longer without substance. Humans were like that after all, fleshy little things. On their way to the Eden Station they received an distress call from Russia, Ana's home country. Which was quite strange considering there shouldn't be anything alive there, well, human anyways. And basing off the common knowledge, Ana blew it off and it was decided that they'd be going to the Eden Space Station to resupply for their next mission.
When they arrived they were met by a supposed acquaintance of Ana's, whom was part of the beetle-like humanoid race, A Scarab. They were a primitive and warlike but able to learn tech quite fast and had a hard exoskeleton. They descended from the species of the same name on Earth, a type of Dung Beetle. I wonder how they feel to be a dung beetle race. He mused, wise to keep the thought to himself. And he was also willing to fund their supply hunt, which was probably a godsend considering it's been 100 years and probably wouldn't have been able to get much worth supplies in this age.
Hearing all he had to hear, he assembled the kitchen detail crew and lead them off the ship and to the food market. He then dispatched them to various stores to stock up on a different kinds of ingredients and food products. Given the many different members of the crew, one needs variety. Not like it mattered to Alastair, he just takes whatever is there and makes something out of it. Named, Preference or choice of foods didn't matter to him, he just made whatever he felt liked and served accordingly. He figured the humans apart of his detail would know more about the foods they needed and the kinds everyone liked. He also needed some new cutlery.
"Well, time to get to it." | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,253 | 72 | 62 | 639 | 672 | XAR
Xar for the lack of a better term was confused. Not only did these group of beings showed no signs of visible fear or rise in pheromones on spotting him, they ignored him. A hundred years back, his capture and trial had been too quick. He was termed a threat to the galaxy and his kind in need of forceful culing to protect the better interests of others in the galaxy. A plethora of other races and lifeforms had opined that his kind deserved to die for the galaxy to survive. They forgot their roles as balancers and finally under the pretext of a lousy convenant, he was to be sealed and put into perma-sleep so as to preserve the last strandd of his kind.
Yet now, as he roamed free and old power seem to return to his body, he saw in front of him a group that literally didn't care for his existence. To them he was just another crewmate or extra baggage. Whichever way he identified himself. Yet the thought of finding his family lay paramount in him.
Soon, they landed into a so called space station, a massive inter-species construct that served as a refuelling and rebuilding station for space explorers. A great many ships came in and out of the massive hangar, he saw from the projected window, the view outside. As they docked, the group parted. Each going their separate ways. XAR took this opportunity to explore whether his kind has truly been forgotten. To atleast find a closure to his journey from where he can backtrack.
He walked into the crowd, a gargantuan 10ft of him. Equivalent in size of the sentinels that roamed about. The people though minded crashing into him, seemed unfazed by his presence. This was a sign, a sign that told that he was perhaps the last one and that his kind was forgotten. Not even in the annals of history, a race that never existed. This made him a bit mad but anger never solved anything. His visor told that he alone couldn't take the full brunt of the forces stationed here. As this wasn't a planet, there was no core to sustain him. He'd have to rely of his strength alone and though it was in spades. Without the equipment he was nothing but a strong bug under the oppressing paw.
As he meandered around the place, he came upon a shop. A shop that catered to his peculiar tastes. He walked in, sliding the door as he was greeted by a female human.
"Hello Visitor, how may I help you?" a standard protocol practised by humans in a formal relationship between a buyer and seller. XAR turned towards to look at woman, towering over her. Her smile faded into a whimper but she didn't shriek.
"Heavy guns!" the comms came alive as his eyes glittered. The lady looked like she hadn't heard of a Vult'ari before, it would certainly be a sight. She shivered a bit before gathering herself. Quickly leaving the counter and falling in a stride ahead of him. She walked towards the edge of her shop and pressed a lever hidden the wall. The cabinet slid sideways to reveal another hall and she walked inside. A place fille dwith heavy duty machinery. The Raptor series Plasma Gatling, Laser powered heavy assault rifles, gamma guns, electromagnetic Rail gun, an obsolete model of an airgun with heavy armor piercing rounds.
XAR looked around, his visor as impassive as frozen metal. "How much?" he asked.
The girl staggered before punching keys on a holoscreen to compute the numbers. "6.7 Billion credits." she spouted out finally.
"I don't have any." XAR spoke, an awkward silence falling over the place. | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,254 | 72 | 63 | 119 | 740 | Alright, see ya 'Ana', me and the boys will get these to the ship. But before that, Kidd gestured the other mechanics from the crew to head on ahead to the ship with their own crates of supplies while he gave the goofy man, or somewhere along those lines, a doubtful look after the "actor" explained how he was NOT an actor but a bounty hunter. Since the Furlyne himself had just met the swordsman not too long ago, he wasn't sure if he was blind or just really that oblivious. "Ya know, if he wasn't so forgiving, he coulda demonstrated how real his props are. Better be thankful." He sighed at the end of the statement, imagining how stressful it would be in his future, dealing with a guy like him.
The brunette Furlyne temporarily settles the crate of mechanical supplies down on the ground to make hand gestures to introduce himself and the other crew member. "I'm Kidd, currently workin' as a mechanic for the ship and this here is... Huh. Actually, I don't know his name or his position. Just got on board couple of hours ago ya see, so he's just familiar by face." He scratches his head at the realization and hoped he would introduce himself to the stranger and to him. While Jericho seemed to be a bounty hunter and a reliable one at that, Kidd wasn't too sure he could trust another new stranger on board. But if Ana, the one who seemed to be in control of the crew, nonchalantly allowed the goofy man to "keep" him, the Furlyne supposed he couldn't object to it. He wasn't exactly a permanent crew member nor someone in power after all. "Looks like the lady in charge didn't mind you gettin' on board, so I guess ya can get in. But since you brought him here, ya gotta be the one to watch him." | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,255 | 72 | 64 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia sat down and propped her feet up on the table, taking a sip of her drink. It went down smooth and was the first drink in forever that she had taken. It was a dream to be this relaxed. Maybe she could sit and smile for once in the long hours it had been. She hadn't had a chance to sleep in 3 days. She was halfway down with her drink when the hairs stood up on her neck. She already knew the problem. That idiot giant probably tried something stupid and she would pay for it. She set her drink down and got up. Storming out of the bar again she walked and looked for him. It wouldn't have been that hard would it? She looked around and saw him in the weapons store. Bingo. It should have been more obvious. The first place he would've gone was the weapons. She stopped just in time to hear the last bits of conversation. Something about 6.7 billion credits and him not having any. Oh dammit. She stomped into the store.
"Listen Ma'am. My name is Anastasia. Look on your info lists for it." The clerk rolled her eyes and looked on it for the name. She hadn't looked back up yet and her eyes widened beyond human belief. "Yeah, i'm that important. So if you would please, we have authorization to take these weapons with us. However, i'm a nice lady. Here's a 7 million credit tip for you. Enjoy it." She looked to Xar gathering the weapons. "Listen here. You can take all those weapons with you, however this rail gun is mine. The staff here will pack up your stuff and move it on board the ship. I always liked rail guns anyhow. The kickback feels great." She slung the gun to her back horizontally, the barrel pointing to her right and the stock to her left. She turned back to him again.
"Listen. Meet back up in the bar once you're ready. I don't know about the rest of the crew but i'm ready to leave again."
She walked off to the bar and sat down again, picking up her drink where she left it and took another sip, as she propped her feet up once again. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,256 | 72 | 65 | 639 | 672 | XAR
The heavy silence was broken by the ever serious Ana. A permanent scowl on her face as she stormed in and told the storegirl that they'd buying all the heavy duty guns in here. She then turned to XAR and announced that the railgun was hers. Not that he cared, railgun was good but it was a bit too soft for his tastes anyway. He was capable of firing cosmic energy blast by himself so not that he required a railgun in the first place. But he thought it funny (Yeah, even the Vult'ari have a sense of humor) that she was acting like a Grombydon, marking up her territory.
Knowing that he had free right to choose more he went over to the girl. Who having recovered from whatever surprise watching Ana's bio had caused looked at him in fearful surprise.
"Energy Blades." he said. She nodded meekly before wriggling past him and pushing another button in the wall. He knew at once that whatever it was that she had was rather special to be kept inside so many locks.
She walked inside as the lights came on and up ahead in a glass cabinet was a 7ft sword. Designed after a human sword of a certain era, it was a curved blade with an unearthly gleam to it.
"This here is the Adamantine Katana. Last used by automated sentinel nicknamed 'Silver Samurai'. It is believed to cut through anything. It also has an energy feature, holding it with two hands powers up the core inside to make it glowing hot." she said. She pushed a few buttons to flip open the glass casket in which it sat.
XAR took a hold of it and took it out. Giving it few idle swings.
The girl said with fearful eyes, "Please don't practise it in here." literally shaking in her boots. The pheromone discharge from her was off the roof. This was the sort of fear he inspired in people a hundred years before. If he had a face, Xar would have laughed. Instead he looked at her, the blue eyes fixed on her. The Hydronium mask unflinching in its deathgaze. He could literally taste the girl's fear as the sword was idle in his hands. Little tears forming in the girl's eyes, perhaps she was thinking what was to come. Her regrets and unfulfilled dreams running past her eyes and then,
He said it, "Sorry! I'll be careful next time." Placing the Katana on a hook of his suit, he walked out. The girl literally speechless, rooted to her spot. What the fuck! just happened, she may have thought.
XAR made her way to the bar his visor told Ana was in. He opened the door with a slight push, as the door tried its best not to be a twisted piece of metal and glass. He went over and stood by the super-soldier.
"XAR is ready!" he could hear atleast a dozen glasses hit the floor. The patrons inside thought that a bloodbath was about to ensue with a Goliath standing amidst them. Totally misunderstood. Again!. | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,257 | 72 | 66 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Eden Space Station
"Hm hm hm, so you believe them to be real? Of course, this is the power of special effects, amazing after so many years right?", he responded to the Furlyne, turning to Jericho for a moment. It appears Ana was okay with him on board.
"And no worries, he is in good hands", this line would only make most worry even more... In any case, it looks like he would be allowed on. Valerius stepped back over to Jericho with one arm over his shoulder like chums.
"So, that was the backstory of the scene there? Scarab guy, running for weeks, finally caught the guy to show your skill am I right?", he began, leading the guy onto the ship.
"I'll show you to your dressing room... Or as mercs and drifters would say, living quarters. It's perfect for learning your role", he finished this sentence as they got onto the ship. Sure enough, Valerius did show him to the living quarters, and it was as simple as 'find a bed that isn't yours, and you live there now', at least while you're still on this ship. As the bounty hunter would walk through the ship, it would become apparent how old most of the tech was, not to mention it really was human tech too. A historian would have a field day here just simply examining every inch of the ship. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,258 | 72 | 67 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Eden Station
Jericho bit his tongue and once more resisted the increasingly difficult-to-ignore urge to shoot the guy right where he stood. I swear, this is going to make it all the more difficult to NOT shoot him if he insists on pushing this actor BS... Following him on to the ship, I whistle quietly at the age of most of, well, everything on board. The computer interfaces were well beyond dated and the OS they were using was outdated too. Judging from the way everything was in disrepair as well, the guy's "asleep for one hundred years" story was beginning to seem more true. As they walked, the passed by the armory and Jericho peeked in and shook his head. The laser weaponry was a bit dated but there wasn't much that had changed with it in the last 100 years, so that was the least of their problems. Overall, as he was shown the living quarters, Jericho decided this ship needed some serious upgrades.
"Look, I'm not an actor, I know the drill, my dad and I used to run a ship together. Thing's been shot to hell since he died of course, but that's besides the point. I'm. Not. An actor." But it was too late, the man had already wondered off somewhere else for some reason. With a sigh, Jericho sends a message to his broken down ship and the mechanic repairing it, instructing him to strip it of all it's tech and weapons, grab his stuff, and bring it to this docking bay. Walking down the ramp, he nodded at the Furlyne and waited, watching for the guy to show up. About an hour after he'd sent the message, the guy shows up.
Waving the Furlyne over, Kidd if his memory wasn't failing him, he indicates the weapons and tech. "Right, so I'm sure you noticed how dated this ship's tech is, and I don't even wanna think about it's defense systems. So, I took the liberty of having my mechanic friend here strip my old ship of it's tech and weapons, which sucks since I just upgraded the thing a couple weeks ago before the engine got shot up, but it's not going to cover EVERYTHING that needs an upgrade. How fast can you replace things?" | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,259 | 72 | 68 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
Eden Station
It took a few hours but they managed to get the essentials and then some as they finished their checklist. It was quite the simple task for him, though, the humans with him breathed a sign of relief once they got back to the ship. Quite an unfit lot they are. He thought as he stood there directing them on where to put the food supplies and making sure they had everything. You can never be too sure with humans. Well, the day was a good day. They're fully restocked and it didn't cost them a thing. Even better, Alastair managed to find some outstanding quality cutlery, sharp and durable. A butlers best friend.
As he was passing through the ship, he came across an unfamilar human. My my, they've brought aboard another one, hmm? | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,260 | 72 | 69 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia
Anastasia got up from her table. Apparently no one had listened to her to meet up with her in the bar before they boarded the ship. However, it was no matter. The special cargo was already loaded without them seeing it. They would be pleasantly surprised. She stepped out the door and walked towards the loading bay. Today wasn't a fun day. However it would be a good day for the rest of the crew. with the gifts and all that she had gotten them. She thought about this while boarding the ship.
Anastasia walked on deck and raised her voice. "Listen up folks! I got you guys something to hold you over for a while. If you look in your respective rooms or where you work you'll find something. Or most of you, anyway. Xar. I don't have anything physical for you. If you talk to me later i'll tell you what your special surprise is. Onto more pressing matters though. I was told by my friend Simeon that we have an extra goal to fulfill. As it seems, a scientist went nutso whilst working on experiments to better the lives of the folks on the Eden Space Station. Our main goal is to find and bring these experiments back, however we see fit to do it. Which happens again to coincide with our next objective. It seems our odd distress signal from Russia is where the first experiment is located. I was told it should be easy enough to capture. It seems as if it's a spider the size of a dog. We have tranquilizers to take it down and put it to rest. If it so happens any differently, we are to take it out. So, captain. Set a path for Earth. I'll be in the comms room, if anyone needs me."
Anastasia walked to the comms room and sat down, readying for any signals or otherwise important details. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,261 | 72 | 70 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | In front of Starchaser
"Hm? We're going already?", Valerius was standing outside with one of the main ship mechanics, although this looked like it was for a paint job in particular. As Ana boarded, he turned back to the guy.
"Sorry, looks like paint job will have to wait. Although, can you quickly slap on the name over this... Lame name here?", he referred to the part that said 'Sierra Zulu 1'. He already discussed the name with this guy in advance so he knew what he meant. In a few moments and in dramatic paintbrush drawn style, 'Starchaser' was drawn right over it.
"That's so much cooler", Valerius and the mechanic just nodded and in agreement.
"I'll pay for everything once I come back for the paintjob or something, later", and with that he boarded too.
Valerius | Starchaser Bridge
So it looks like Ana decided they go to Earth now...? He had mixed feelings about that. He hadn't been there ever since he was picked up off of it by his old pirate crew, but based on this report it's a desolate wasteland. He announced to set a course for earth. He was kind of curious, not so much about the experiments... Maybe there was some treasure? Technology? Then again either way, he was in for an experience... | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,262 | 72 | 71 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Starchaser
The announcement to go to Earth, and more importantly, Russia, had Jericho scrambling to find his helmet amongst his other gear and belongings. He also continually cursed at himself about not having been wearing it to begin with during the chase on Eden. Damn lucky one of those shots didn't FIND my head, or that'd of been the end of my career too. Finding it in his pack with the spare power packs and other weapon related things, he pulled it out and headed out of the living area, heading for the communications room. He wanted to make sure the integration of the new tech were going as well as could be expected until they could upgrade the rest of the systems and hardware.
Stopping, he remembered the cyborg girl saying she'd be in there and decide he'd check the comms later. Instead, he headed for the bridge and came across a couple of people he didn't know. "Hey there, names Jericho. Anyone wanna tell me where the bridge is? I just realized I haven't the slightest idea in this hundred year old model." | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,263 | 72 | 72 | 119 | 740 | As the other two started to enter into the ship, the Furlyne made a 'Are you kidding me?' expression at the goofy man's stubborn belief that Jericho was an actor, even if the bounty hunter had shortly narrated what had transpired earlier. Kidd shook his head at the stupidity with his palm on his face before lifting the crate of supplies and going into the ship after them. This was truly going to be a stressful journey it seems, with the crew members he's seen so far. At least the new guy seemed tolerable, Kidd thought to himself.
After settling down the crate at the engine maintenance area of the ship, the armored man gestured at the male brunette for him to come over. He explained how he had his ship literally carved off of parts that had recently been upgraded just to have them be incorporated into this current, sad-excuse-of-a-ship they were on. Kidd raised his eyebrow while his arms were crossed over his chest and responded to Jericho, "I can't believe ya did that for a stranger's ship. Not tryin' to be ungrateful but you're an odd one, either that or too kind for yer own good. As for how long, with me and the mechanic boys on the ship, won't be too long. At least hours for the vitals, couple o' days for the entire thing. Lemme get ta work now, see ya around Jericho and welcome aboard." With that, he went back into the room.
As the Furlyne continued to carefully dismember the rusting machinery parts while securing the new ones with nuts and bolts, a new crate was brought into the engine maintenance room. Curious as to what contained it, assuming it to have more mechanical tools, Kidd uncovered the lid by taking out the nails that fastened it shut with the back of a hammer. His brown eyes opened wide at what lay in the box. Cartons of milk. Whoever blessed him with these, thank-- Oh wait. There were more. The boy's face filled with delight and happiness quickly turned into one of disgust at the other items that were contained in the crate.
The Furlyne stomped over, annoyed, to the comms room across the engine maintenance room with a sour expression on his face. Upon reaching his destination, he lifted both of his hands which grasped the two items that spoiled his mood. "Kay. Whose bright idea wassit to bring a box of these yarn and catnip into my station? I already told ya guys that I AIN'T NO CAT. Get it?! .....But the cartons o' milk were pretty nice." | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,264 | 72 | 73 | 413 | 11 | Roy
It's been quite a while since I was plugged into a power source. It felt kinda tingly at first, but the moment the energy ran full circle in my circuits, my other senses began to come back to life. The 100-year-long sleep is now over, and for the first time in a century, I opened my eyes. After adjusting to the ambient light, I finally managed to make out that I am in some sort of a bridge of a space ship.
"... Had I always been stored in a spaceship?" I questioned myself as I try to access my last-known memory before I enter the suspend-animation sequence. It was of little use though, for most of my brain is made to be identical to that of a human's. And we all know how good (or terrible) a human is when it comes to remembering stuff.
In the end, I decided not to mull over the matter too much and instead do what I am supposed to do. I walked over to the nearest human I could find, which happens to be a young-looking male that's somewhat familiar. I bowed politely and asked the only question that matters to me.
"Excuse me, sire. Do you happen to have a crew named Sasha? She's a blonde-haired beauty with ugly personality, if that helps. wait a second.. You look a bit familiar. Do I know you?" | Name: Roy
Date of Birth (& age): 7th of July (actual age: 4, appearance: 28)
Place of Birth: Earth's 29th Realian Research & Development Facility, Antartica
Gender: Male (asexual)
Species: Realian
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 90 kg (Realians are heavy, despite their usually slender build)
Personality:
He has a tendency to nitpick on details. In addition, he also has a dry sense of humor, and would often make weird comments on weird stuffs he find amusing. Other than that, he exhibit standard Realian traits: extreme loyalty for his registered master, general courtesy towards human in general, and over-the-top cautiousness towards xenos-life form.
Likes: Strawberries, Sasha (registered master), soy milk, administrative work
Dislikes: All sorts of cheese, red meat, androids
Ambitions: Universe's Best Butler
Strengths:
+ Hand-to-hand combat > As a Realian who possesses superb eyesight, reflex and muscle power, Roy is excellent in bare-handed combat.
+ Marksmanship > A must-have skill to be a part of the military. Sasha always complain that his enhanced eyesight is a cheat move.
+ Cooking > Especially good with desserts, but somehow he's bad with red meat.
Weaknesses:
+ Initiative > As you would expect from a Realian, initiative is really lacking. He won't do anything if not asked.
Fears:
+ That he would eventually be discarded and replaced.
Interests:
+ Doing whatever he's told to do.. Perfectly.
History:
Not much can be said about Roy's past. He's a Realian; he's build in a factory somewhere on Earth after a peculiar order went in. "I want a partner that does not break easily," was the order that got in. With only this much information, the engineers began working in earnest and gave birth to Roy, a custom-made Realian that was built specifically to fulfill that order.
However, the one that submitted that order seemed to have forgotten everything about it, and Roy was left to collect dust in the factory's storage room. One month, two months, ten months passed, and the client never came to claim his (or in fact, her) possession. It was just when Roy was scheduled to be scrapped that another message went in. "Sorry, it seems that we've forgotten about the order we made some time ago. If you don't mind, would you please send it to this address? We'll pay you extra for your troubles," was what it said.
As such, Roy evaded the scrapping and now served his time as Vice Captain Sasha's personal butler/pet/aide in her small crew. Not that he had done much, though. His master is in cryo sleep for most of the time, and as such, Roy has got nothing to do for most of the time. Well, aside from experimenting with cooking, probably. Heck, he might very well be the ship's top chef by now, since nobody else cared a damn thing about how to cook anything aside from instant noodles.
Romance: Yes
If so, sexual preference: If it's cute, then it passes as a partner. There is no boundaries in love!
Military Rank: Foot soldier? Sailor? I dunno, something basic
Combat Skills:
+ Watch and Learn > Roy is very observant to details, and as such, the longer he get to learn his opponent's fighting style, the more he'll be able to adapt to it, and counters accordingly.
+ Endurance > Roy is not likely to succumb easily to enemy attacks. He is specially ordered to be durable after all. |
3,265 | 72 | 74 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-In Transit To Earth
Anastasia kept focused on the computer, tracking the coordinate. Almost there. Almost there. She had almost pinpointed it. They wouldn't have to fly and observe, they could immediately land after hitting the warpgate near earth. There was no need for work, she just needed a few more seconds. No noises, just silence. Her hand shuddered as the voice shattered her concentration.
"Kay. Whose bright idea wassit to bring a box of these yarn and catnip into my station? I already told ya guys that I AIN'T NO CAT. Get it?! .....But the cartons o' milk were pretty nice."
She breathed in and out very slowly, as not to get angry and break a face or two. Her breaths were heavy and staggered.
"Well." She said in a short burst. "You could..." She walked around and stared at the cat. She walked around him two more times before staring at him for a good 3 minutes. "Have fooled me." She flicked the cat ear. "What. Are these just fake or something? And besides, all of that wasn't my idea. Simeon put it in. If I had my way... No matter. You just fucked us up. We could have had an easy landing in and out of Russia. No mess or frantic shooting. But now if there's anything down there we're gonna have to go in the hard way. Thanks. If you don't like the stuff take it out. Easy as that. Now goodbye."
Anastasia stomped away, mad about missing the coordinates. On her way, the man they had just picked up was asking about the bridge. In her rage her remark came off as sarcastic.
"Hey dung for eyes, it's right there. Can't you see it?" | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,266 | 72 | 75 | 639 | 672 | XAR
The blonde human barely acknowledged his presence as her scowl literally calmed the nerves evident in the bar. She got up and got moving, XAR following close behind her. Typically the sight of the cyborg would have been a sign of trouble itself, but along with XAR the two looked a no-nonsense bruiser couple.
On reaching the ship she made an announcement of getting them 'gifts', some sort of human formality before a voyage. Apparently, she had gotten him one too but it wasn't anything tangible. Was the Human female showing signs of what they called 'affection' thought XAR confused. She was a rather unique sample of the race, he had to admit. Showing hostility one moment and quickly changing faces.
Xar stood impassive on the bridge as a commotion went about and another human was added to the fold. This one dressed in a black exosuit. The other human who was the ship's captain seems to think that the new entrant was the mascot or something. Xar was a bit confused about the complexities of human interactions. So when he noticed Ana storming off to somewhere again, he thought that this was the best time to approach her.
Since he can expect her to get violent when acting like she was, that was an outcome he could understand easily.
"Human cyborg!" XAR called out to her as he followed her.
"XAR would also like to have his gift." | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,267 | 72 | 76 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-In Transit To Earth
Xar had approached Anastasia and asked about what she had done for him. She looked around quickly. No one was looking for the second. She quickly grabbed Xar and dragged him down into the cargo hold. She took a seat on one of the newly delivered supply boxes. She sighed and looked up to him. "Listen. You better be damn thankful for this. I've pulled every possible favor I can and promised some favors in return. If the other crew members found out what I was doing for you, they might be a bit upset. Right now, as we speak, I have some people out there looking for members of your race. Your family specifically. I asked them to search around the universe. They are in big danger right now because of what i'm doing for you. If any of them die, I myself have to deliver the body to the family and explain what happened. This guilt will be on my shoulders. I'm doing this because your family still has a chance of being alive. My family is already dead. Burned to nothing but a skeleton at this point. But yours isn't. Yours is still possibly alive. Maybe I can make someone on this ship happy for once. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to help land this piece of shit."
Anastasia walked back up on deck. The ship was about to hit the warpgate and slingshot to earth. She sat down in her comms chair, shoving everyone else out of the way. She sat down and prepared herself. The warp would be bumpy. She counted down the seconds till warp.
Three.
Two.
One.
Anastasia held on as the ship began to stretch and warp, jumping into the gate. The warp was quick and painless. They jumped through and began to orbit earth. Anastasia looked down for the ckosest coordinate to the distress signal. It was...
Moscow.
Her home city. She began barking orders to enter the atmosphere. They flew through the clouds and the city came into view.
It was nothinf more than a husk of it's former self. A skeleton of steel and concrete and radiation. Ana began directing the landing on outskirts of the city, near the slums. The ship slowly settled, kicking up dust as it landed on a empty street. Ana stood up.
"Well captain, this is the closest we could get. We'll have to continue on foot from here to look for the bounty and the distress signal now. It's up to you to pick tbe crew that goes with you. Take all of us if you want. Just be careful sbout killing the entire crew. We wouldn't want an empty ship. Another thing, we have radiation suits below in the cargo. This city is booming off the charts with radiation. Guess we should get going. Anytime is good." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,268 | 72 | 77 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis
If he'd had any real inclination to do it, Jericho would have followed the woman and chewed her ass for what she'd just said. Of course, with such a tantalizing pay day on the line, he figured it best not to antagonize the potential paycheck signer anymore than he had to, so he simply followed her onto the bridge and put his helmet on, checking his pistols and katana before clearing his throat. "Well, I don't know about the rest o' these flunkies, but I'm actually a licensed bounty hunter, so I'm going one way or the other. Besides, I've been back on Earth a few times, it's not THAT radioacti-" As if to stop his point before it could be made, a two headed, four winged bird landed on the front view port, cawed at the group, and took off again.
Jericho let off a defeated sigh and shrugged. "OK, maybe this place is THAT radioactive, but the rest of the Earth seems to have recovered decently. Hell, I can even visit the hospital I was born in 25 years ago without needing a toxin immunizer now. Anyways, beside the point. I have a license, and my suit is NBC protected. On top of that, I've the skills to warrant my being out there, despite him," he jabs a finger in Valerius' direction, "thinking I'm an actor. I've brought in six highly dangerous bounties in four different sectors, all with prior contract takers dead. If that ain't proof enough, then I don't know what is." | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,269 | 72 | 78 | 119 | 740 | Kidd was annoyed when he first entered the comms room but now, he was infuriated. How DARE the female human flick his genuine feline-like ear! He twitched and hissed at the impact, his tail puffed up in anger. Before he could furiously shout at the woman with mechanical limbs, blame was pinned on him for the messy ride they were going to have, due to his interruption. His violet eyes glared daggers at Ana as she stomped away right after she finished her piece, not giving any chance for him to respond. Out of anger, the Furlyne threw the two items on the floor and left the room for the engine maintenance room, grumbling out loudly about how he despised foreign races that misjudged his. Perhaps a carton or two of milk could calm him down, he supposed, as he returned to his mechanical work once more with milk in hand.
The mechanic's work was interrupted for a little while as the ship warped, causing itself to rattle along with everything inside it. Since Kidd was not prepared for any of that, he bumped his head against a metal pipe from a part of the ship's engine. He cursed under his breath as his hand gingerly rubbed the pained spot on his head. Judging from the bumpy ride just now, he guessed they were about to land at Russia, if he remembered right. He arose to his feet and headed to where the rest of the crew were, wondering if there was some sort of a meeting on going. The boy's eyes widened at the monstrosity that resulted from the radiation, before it flew away with its... four wings. "The hell was that?! Is that a normal creature in this land you call Russia? No way am I gettin' anywhere near the radiation that made that abomination! And Jericho's right, ya gotta take members who can actually fight. I ain't much of a fighter, so I volunteer to stay, maybe fix up this flyin' heap of junky metal." | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,270 | 72 | 79 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Landing on Earth
"In character as always Jericho, but don't worry you're coming anyways", well, Valerius knew he wasn't an actor, but he was running this and he was running with it hard, it would be embarrassing to stop now. He turned to the rest, and agreed, their cat shouldn't be allowed in combat. There was also this big guy Xar, whom he remembers as a power guy, hell he has that big-ass hammer, he's definitely coming along. He's glad to have avoided his sister for the time being... So looks like it was him, Jericho, Ana, and Xar. The rest would... Salvage? Maybe they can find some valueable stuff.
"So let's see, the actor, cyborg, big guy and me, will be going, everyone else, I dunno... Salvage?", he was shrugging, and making a face, he had absolutely no idea what they would do. Place looked desolate as hell.
"Who knows, maybe you'll find something awesome to sell", he continued. Well it was decided... He had selected the forward crew, being the four he mentioned, Anastasia, Jericho, himself, and Xar, and the rest can secure the surrounding area and salvage for stuff. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,271 | 72 | 80 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Starchaser Bridge
Anyone who took a moment to listen to Jericho's mumblings would hear him saying "Can't kill him, can't kill him, can't kill him" over and over again, likely referring to Valerius. Eventually he calmed down enough to give an affirmative nod and checked his pistols, pulling one out to make sure it was fully loaded before leaving. "When you're all ready, come get me. I'll be in the cargo hold seeing what parts still need to be installed and what not." With a lazy wave back at the group, he heads out the door then stops and pokes his head back in.
"Oh, and Kidd, that bird is a result of generations of exposure. Worst you'd get from exposure to a radioactive wasteland like Russia is radiation sickness. Which really sucks. But with today's medical advances, it's not just treatable, it's curable." Then he leaves, letting the Furlyne mull that fact over while the others figured out what the non-combat team would be doing. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,272 | 72 | 81 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-Ghostly Mother Russia
Anastasia prepped her gear up. The suits were in another crate ready for the crew to go on land. She prepped her railgun and readied herself. She waited for all the crew to put on their suits as well. Once they all readied she raised her voice so they could all hear.
"Listen up all of you. For whoever is joining for the expedition into the city! I will be leading it. I know this city like the back of my hand, even in its destroyed state. We are going into this city to find our bounty and get out. Our bounty is a spider about the size of a small horse. Easy. We are to bring it in dead. No excuses. We would have had an easier time, but someone interrupted me when I was tracking it. I’m not blaming anyone, but now we might run into more trouble. All of you we’re heading out. But one last thing. None of you besides us going into the city are to leave the ship. I don’t care what the captain told you, this is my words. It’s too quiet out there, even for a supposedly dead city. there’d still be stragglers or something. Only we will explore. I don’t care about valuables. There’s nothing valuable left. Now let’s go.”
Anastasia-First Step Into Russia
The bay doors hissed open as the squad stepped out. They took their first breaths in their suits, making tracks in the snow. The snow glowed a light white, the radiation giving it color. Anastasia tapped her communications, trying to talk to the others.
"Come in. Come in. We're on the ground now. Be careful. I hear there's ghosts around now. I don't believe in ghosts nut now wouldn't be a bad time to start. Move forward." | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,273 | 72 | 82 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Russia
"G-ghosts...?", he said, shaken on the communications. His facial expression changed... He didn't see any ghosts yet, but it certainly looked like there could be some here... As Anastasia went on to say more...
"T-there's no way ghosts exist, ahahahahaaaa....", Valerius trailed off a bit, voice still visibly shaken. His usual demeanour was quite different to how he was now. In any case...
"A-a-a-and if there were... Th-these suits will keep us safe... Right?", no one answered him as he followed Anastasia into the ruins. It was a ghastly sight to behold. These were destroyed ruins, or at least, most of it was not destroyed, there was a wind that swept up the landscape giving it life, yet no life at all. It was dusty, decrepit, and dreadfully devoid of life. The only sound you can hear was the wind, and honestly, Valerius hoped that would be the only sound they hear besides their allies... | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,274 | 72 | 83 | 1,099 | 420 | Somehow the sub-captain had completely disappeared… though if you really wanted to find her you would’ve just had to look for a slight ooze of killing intent as she lurked in the shadows imagining over 100 ways for her brother to die.
That was until she got bored realising none of them would happen and went back to the ship to find some pleasant gifts in her room which she took time to look at. Sasha spent a considerable amount of time in her room until there was a knock on the door.
“...um is this Sasha’s room?” the voice said.
Sasha got up and opened the door to find a man with long silver hair standing there. she stood there blankly for a minute until something clicked.
“oh you must be my to…. i mean personal servant”
----
Sasha decided it was best to stay behind as most of the ones who seemed capable of fighting left for the expedition. It was never a good idea to leave a ship vulnerable. Though her real intentions where to find out about her toy which she hadn't been able to talk to much yet… yes...talk.
“so were you assigned a name or do i have to choose one for you?” She was extremely blunt in the start of the conversation. | Name (& pronunciation): Sasha
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Height: 177cm
Weight: classified
Personality: Sasha Is a Confident and straightforward woman who openly displays her pride. With a strong worth ethic she smoothly fulfils her duties… though it is unknown if her strong work ethic is due to a sense of duty or simply because she enjoys hurting others
Likes: Spicy and sour foods, cold, inflicting pain on others.
Dislikes: sweet things, space pirates, her good for nothing brother and paperwork.
Ambitions: non really, has thought about maybe finding a partner that wont…. break
Strengths:
Skilled swordsmanship - simply skilled with swords, though fights similar to her brother as she uses twin swords she is weaker than him and hates it.
Marksmanship - trained in marksmanship as necessary in the academy…. One of the few things she has the up on her brother
tactical intellect- basicly effectively reading the battle and making actions accordingly.
Weaknesses:
Violent- she’s unable to be nice… or hold back.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History: Born on earth Sasha started life out with her twin brother in a government run orphanage until some good for nothing pirates came and ‘liberated’ it or something because apparently the orphanage was being used for illegal purposes. Sasha didn’t really understand back then but she did enjoy it when she was allowed to hurt people in practice.
After the orphanage was closed down her useless brother ran off with the damn pirates that ruined their home, Sasha despised her brother for it and vowed she would one day capture them all herself which lead to her joining a military academy. She showed good marksmanship and intellect but she knew she would never catch her brother with that so she focused on swordsmanship when she could.
When Sasha graduated her first assignment was to be a grunt on a fleet that was hunting a certain pirate crew. government had previously killed the captain and wished to eradicate the rest, though it was a long bloody battle with heavy loss the government won. When Sasha found out who the new captain was she disregarded all the mangled bodies she had played with and charged at the man she hated most…. Of course she lost.
Sasha’s cruelty was recognised in the mission and she quickly became a much feared torturer.
Due to some events afterwards Sasha was forced into becoming the sub captain of a small crew… but much to her dread she found her captain was the man she hated most.
Romance: sure.
If so, sexual preference: either as long as they like being dominated.
Military Rank:
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Sub-Captain/torturer
Combat Skills:
Twin Rapier - Sasha’s developed sword style by mastering the rapier and effectively doubling it.
weakness searcher - Sasha’s love for inflicting pain has given her a sort of sixth sense of finding weaknesses when they appear. |
3,275 | 72 | 84 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
Russia.....Earth....
He knew what had happened to it but seeing the sight for himself was something else. Granted it was only what he could see in the surrounding area that the ship but it was interesting nonetheless. While Ana left the choice of who was going along and staying up to Valerius, but in the end, she disregarded everything he said. It made him wonder who truly was the captain of the ship. He had to chuckle, It was what humans and like-minded races did in such situations, no? Well, it was the appropriate reaction, indeed. The Daily workings of the crew was kind of like those old comedy tv shows. It was quite the collection of characters he --- they had aboard the ship.
Either way, it was quite fortunate that it happened since it allowed him to go along. Well, let's be honest. Even if she didn't intervene like that, he was still going to go. It's been such a long time since he was on earth, there was no chance he was going to sit behind and miss an opportunity to pick up some new information. Also encountering strange creatures, of course. It was just that the intervention justified him going along. He wanted to try to get along with the humans and also wanted to test out the new knives he got. They were supposedly one of the sharpest and durable knives one can get but he wanted to ascertain their quality for himself.
Something else that was quite fortunate was that given his race, a suit wasn't needed. He knew the humans needed them, though. Their body composition can be such a burden sometimes, you just got to pity them. Taking the rear, like a real butler would, he followed them out of the ship and onto earth soil. It was covered in light white snow, which was made glow due to the radiation. In a situation like this, one would say its beautiful, yes? As they continued to move forward Ana said something about ghosts in the area, well, that's what it sounded like anyway. Ghosts, huh? The topic of ghosts date back a long ways in the human race, they were in practically every culture and each have their own stories of them.
Stories about them and other various supernatural related things were always something he found interesting. They in themselves have quite the interesting history. While there was many that believed in them, there was also those who didn't as well those that are afraid of such things. From the looks of it, it didn't seem like any of them would be the type to believe in such things. But like many other things, looks can be quite deceiving. A perfect example would be their seemingly fearless, yet a little slow, captain. The slightest mention of them had him acting differently. It seems that he's afraid of them, huh? Given his reputation, one wouldn't expect such a character afraid of something like 'ghosts'.
His body bathed in black, blending in perfectly with dark setting, appeared right behind Valerius. Bringing his face close to Valerius's ear, in a light but erry voice. "Don't be silly." He paused, taking in his reaction before continuing. "The suits protect against radiation and the like not ghosts. They can easily slip in and out. One could even be hiding in there as we speak now." he smiled. | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,276 | 72 | 85 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
Jericho was even with Anastasia, his pistols leading the way around every corner and into every room, his armor monitoring the radiation and his vitals. If he felt like it, and it wasn't a bad idea, he could set up the armor to monitor the entire crew. Well, the human and Furlyne members anyways. The Unnamed probably had their own ways of keeping healthy that Jericho wouldn't get. At the mention of ghosts and Valerius's sudden demeanor change, Jericho laughed. "The whole damn planet's got ghosts, Miss Ana. Work crews over in the former US report strange things all the time and with the amount of radiation here in Russia, it could take decades before they start making serious headway here. But it's not the ghosts you want to worry about," Jericho peeks around a corner at an intersection, thoroughly clearing it, before continuing, "it's the beasties the radiation has created."
And that wasn't even taking into account the giant fucking spider they were chasing that was an added outside element. Feels like Agnor Prime all over again... Looking around at all the ruined buildings, he can remember just twenty years prior, when his dad was on vacation, they visited important cities around Earth. Moscow had been their second to last start and as a child, he'd been so fascinated with how everything was different from where he lived in Boise. Now all that was left to remind him of that child hood memory was rubble and ruins. "Deus misereatur," was all he said under his breath. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,277 | 72 | 86 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-Ruined Moscow
Anaatasia led the crew down the ruined streets. The small piles of rubble of the slums slowly turned to towering steel skeletons and moutains of ruined buildings. Anastasia settled an uneasy hand on her railgun. It felt awkward around. Despite being a city that was nuked to hell, the silence was uneasy. It felt too quiet, and the dampened sounds didn't help either. She stared around. She caught sight of it in an instant. The rubble from a lesser building moved. Out of the ruins, came a woman with an engorged stomach. An arm was missing and pus poured from every orifice. She staggered towards the group. Her leg was gimped and one eye was missing. Anastasia backed up. The horror spoke up, but it was more croak then voice.
He..lp... me... it... hu....rt...s sooo mu....chhhh......
Anastasia back stepped again and barked out orders.
All of you! Stay back! It's a trick! Watch!
Anastasia swung her gun around to the front of her. Powering it up, she fired, letting it rock. The laser fired right into the mutants head, and it let out a horrific ear shattering scream, collapsing to the ground.
But...but... but.....
Anastasia stammered as she looked for answers. It had to be an enemy. No one could have survived the blasts. No one. Anastasia brainstormed for an excuse. She had to explain killing an innocent person in pain. She thought hard. The stomach bubbled and bubbled. It msde rumble noises. The body raised itself again. Spidery appendages burst forth out of the stomach, spraying black blood all over the ground in front of the body. The limbs grew in size, approaching the ground and hovering the body in middair. Another scream was let out. From the middle of the stomach, a head burst forth, the same features as the head Ana had just blasted before, but now it had eight eyes and a look of ferocity.
Shit! Ana yelled out. She brought up her gun and blasted again. No effect. It phased through the chest and left nothing more than a hole. She fired again, piercing the distended stomach. The screams became louder, cracking the visor of Ana's helm. The body of the host collapsed to the ground. It shuttered and twitched. No more movement. It was finished. Ana breathed and sighed a relieved sigh. No avail. From the cracks of buildings and rubble more and more hosts appeared, already formed. They all had different distensions, ranging from the head to the arms to the legs, giving them all awkward hangs. Anastasia barked out more orders.
All of you! Circle formation! Back to back! Aim for the distensions! That'll kill them quick! Watch your visors! Their screams will crack the material!
Anastasia backed up slowly, hoping the others would do the same. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,278 | 72 | 87 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
Anastasia hadn't even finished giving her orders when she felt Jericho's back hit hers, his twin laser pistols singing their triumphant song as each of the hosts for the weird spider creatures hit the ground. "Yeah, clear steel and titanium alloy faceplate. Bought it after hunting down a creature that screeched like this but was much," he ducked beneath a spider creature's leg and brought one of the bayonet's up into it's face, killing the thing and allowing him to continue, "easier on the eyes. Can't remember what it was called for the life of me though."
With his jab made, Jericho became focused on the job, his weapons moving in perfect sync with his body, the dodges, the lunges, the sidesteps. Everytime he moved out of harms way, the attacker felt the brief sting of a laser round passing through it's weakness before falling dead. At one point he even kicked a leg out from under one of the spider things, putting the round in it's head from point blank range. "I recognize the hosts, Remnants is what the restoration workers call 'em, people who survived the radiation of the bombings but carried horrible mutations with them and passed the curse on to their children. Based on what happened to these guys, I think I know what that spider thingy can do now." Jericho flipped over another swipe from yet another spider and kicked it in the head before putting a round in it. He also didn't envy ending up like these poor bastards. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,279 | 72 | 88 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Russia
"W-w-what?! In this- Get me outta this thing! Come on there can't be ghosts! There are no ghosts... They're... Stands. Yes! Stands, no, no no no ghosts ahahahahahaa, ghosts, that's silly, stands, right? Right?", he retorted in a panic while scrambling around as if trying to get something out of the back of his shirt, even though he had a sort of hazmat suit on. No on responded to him understandably.
"I-I mean, seriously, ghosts don't exist. They're stands- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!",
He..lp... me... it... hu....rt...s sooo mu....chhhh......
Immediately out of instinct Valerius shrieked and jumped behind Ana as if hiding from the source of the sound, hugging at her back. She immediately put the thing down, but a horrifying event transpired, with spiders bursting forth, along with an eight eyed head. As things continued on, more of the same things with variations began to appear...
"Well, these aren't ghosts", he stated, pulling out a single lightsaber. The blade of pure energy extended from the handle as he suddenly stood strong again. He changed his demeanour rather quickly, as he stood his ground ready to strike down these mutations. They weren't ghosts, the spiders were creepy, but they weren't ghosts, he can hit them, they're not dead yet, he should be okay... For now. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,280 | 72 | 89 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-Ruined Moscow
Anastasia was horrified at all of the creatures. They lumbered but their step was... unnatural. It creeped her out and made matters worse. She raised her gun to fire again when she felt arms from behind wrap around her. Her skin started flushing, turning a deep crimson red, from the unexpected unwanted intimacy. She stepped forward quickly to avoid anymore unwanted advances.
"Kya! Hey you! Captain! Hands off!"
Ana twirled around and fired right over Valerius' head, nearly singing his hairs and shoving a leaping host through the building it was jumping from.
"Is that clear?" And you! Jericho! These aren't just some mutated freaks. Look at that corpse over there when you get a chance.
The stench hit before any of them could look. The body on the ground was quickly rotting, at a much faster speed than should have happened. It quickly disintegrated into nothing but a skeleton. The other bodies were following suit, the wafting air of death hitting all of their senses. Anastasia barked out her next order.
"All of you! Finish them off. They're nearly gone! Go!" Anastasia rung up the comms for the ship. "Anastasia coming in! All of you, stay on the ship! I repeat! Don't leave the ship! There's hostiles all around! Stay safe! Ana out!"
Anastasia whipped out her railgun and started firing off rounds in rapid succession. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,281 | 72 | 90 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
Jericho had a witty retort ready to throw the cyborg woman's way when he was forced to duck under the grasping claws of one of the mutants. "Fuck off, you annoying insects!" Spinning around, he holsters his pistols and draws his katana, activating the laser edge and slicing upwards through it's weakness, the spider falling dead with another screech. Pivoting in place, he rams the tip of the katana into another spider creature's weakness, pulling free and then sheathing it again and drawing his pistols again, firing into three more of the creatures and dropping them. He'd never admit it, but his skin was crawling just from the fact that they were bugs, to hell with the fact that it was some kind of twisted zombie effect. But they were almost all dead, so he could go a little longer.
Moving back towards the group, after realizing he'd been forced away by the fighting, he realized that if these were corpses, and little more than skeletons, how-he sidesteps a thrusting claw and cuts it off with a bayonet before putting a laser round in the weakness before resuming his train of thought. How were they moving, or covered in flesh for that matter. Reaching the group again, he spins in time to have to leap over a pair of stabbing clawed legs and shoot their owner. "Anyone else tired of these things?" | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,282 | 72 | 91 | 639 | 672 | XAR
XAR quietly went back to the cargo room that had also served as his personal quarter since his cryo-capsule was packed in there and observed the crates that were either labelled with his name, or the ship or Ana's for his idea was either of these crates would be having the goodies for his little walk.
In a crate labelled Ana he found the rail-gun. He remembered the Cyborg's wish and left it as it is and went over towards the larger crate. Opening it revealed his gift or atleast he thought it was his. Two sparkling new laser Gatlings. He removed them of the packing and tried them on. A few minutes later while everyone gathered on the bridge he walked to them. Both arms now holding a Gatling with the power supply worn like a backpack and power chords coiled around arms like giant wranglers from Planet Kospice.
As the view of the land became clear a large bird landed on the deck, like one of those Stymphalians of Planet Terra, it had four wings and a ugly face. XAR leveled his gun at it and it flew away. The Starchaser avoided a hole in it. After a brief check in and consideration the teams were made. Of course he was put on the explorer one. Outside of the Cyborg he didn't think that anyone could handle heavy machinery as he can.
As they walked into the winter wasteland, they were soon face to face with a mutation. There was a lot of wasted potential XAR thought as Ana dispatched it with relative ease. He was still standing there in a haze when a firefight broke out and his companions were busy in wiping the incoming horde of crawlies. Twisted, ugly, writhing creatures that seemed once human ambled out of a building. It wasn't until Jericho shot one on XAR's shoulder that he realized that he was supposed to fight as well. Afterall, he had the biggest gun there, he needed to test its teeth.
He stood in a wide stance and aimed at the building, the button to the battery was flicked and the capacitor was pushed to power up completely, those that strayed close were blasted by a blast of cosmic energy that seem to come from a floating orb over XAR's head. Sort of a self-defence system to avoid getting a crawlie back on his shoulder again. The blast wiped the target from existence. Five minutes passed as he watched on irked, the others were having so much fun. Even the guy introduced as the actor was piling up a great body count. The Captain was also swinging around his sword like a damned Jedi from the Iconium Galaxy and Ana was being an all around badass. XAR was stuck with a gun that was still powering.
'POWER UP SEQUENCE COMPLETE.' a mechanical voice identified. About damn time XAR thought. He pushed on to the firing buttons.
And then,
The building was bathed in red and blue. Red laser beams emerged from his left hand Gatling and fluorescent blue emerged from his right as his feet dug deeper into the ground. Had he not been so heavy, the recoil would have thrown him in the back building.
PEW! PEW!
PEW! PEW!
Taste this mutherfuckahs! would be his iconic line too had he seen some good human action flicks. Sadly, XAR knew nothing like this so he said "I'm bored." | Name (& pronunciation): Xar (EX-XAR)
Nicknamed: Blue-Eye
Date of Birth (& age): ??
Place of Birth: Hades' Eye
Gender: ?? (Presumed Male)
Species: Vult'ari
Height: 286cm
Weight: 596lbs
Personality: Wild Feral Dog. To be let loose on the enemies.
Likes: War. Explosions. Heavy Guns
Dislikes: Life.
Ambitions: Consume a few Solar Systems to live beyond any other Vult'ari. Also to find his Sister.
Strengths:
Heavy Artillery Specialist: Is good around Weapons of Mass Destruction.
Energy Mace Fighter: For Close quarters he prefers to mangle his opponents with a huge Mace that fires small fusion blast wave.
Weaknesses:
Violent- He feels cranky when silent for long periods of time.
Fears: That there might one day be no people to hurt.
Interests: Inflicting pain on others.
History:
Classified Dossier #1998-
Found on planet Vulcan during the Great Purge of 2204, the being was a powerhouse. Taking out two full contingents of Heavy Armored Space Assault Corps. He was finally subdued after a great fight and risky manuevers by then Major General Brunswick.
Against, all odds it was decided that he is probably the last of his kind and the Maria Charter had decreed that each race, regardless of how hostile had a right to life when its numbers are critically threatened.
Thus, it was decided that he would be heavily secured and made to enter cryosleep. Probably be woken up in case of a dire emergency where his special destructive talent could be used. He was brought upon an Interstellar Battlecruiser and secured in the most heaviest reinforced section of the ship.
The Subject has shown no signs of unerstanding or responding in human language, the only response often heard is a heavy mechanical breathing coming from the helm. Despite countless efforts, the armor seems to melded into the flesh and unable to taken off.
Romance: No
If so, sexual preference:
Military Rank:
World-Reaver
Combat Skills:
Energy Mace "End-Bringer" - He prefers Heavy Guns but he can defend himself, quite violently in a close quarter combat. The researchers have been unable to decode the technology used to forge such a weapon. It seemingly charges the Hydrogen Ions in materials to a degree that they are capable of fusion or rapid exothermic reactions. The materials used seemed to be unknown and it seems to be designed specifically for Xar.
Energy Blasts - Able to psionically make the gases combust in an atomosphere and turning a hydrogen filled material into a bomb by charging the ions. |
3,283 | 72 | 92 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
Valerius's reaction was certainly something else alright. To help allay his fears, he started calling them 'stands'. Hmm, stands.... as in that one manga that was popular a few centuries ago? Seems like it. Well anyways, it's not like he has anything to be afraid of. Those things were certainly not ghosts. "So some remained after all. Out for a late night snack?" he mused, seemingly enjoying himself or that's what it looked like at least.
As they began to move closer, he took out his knives and hurled them at the creatures. Some went down but the rest of them didn't. Seemingly going right through them. Well now, isn't this something. It was in that moment where Ana ordered them into formation. Or something like that. The others were forming one it must be what she said. The drawback to not wearing a suit, hmm? But it seemed like Ana caught on to their weak spot, that swelling. If I was human, what would I be feeling at this moment? Pity? Maybe so, those 'things' certainly didn't ask for this but it can't be helped.
Tossing another wave of knives at them, some managed to move in close. With one of his knives in hand, he slashed them down and smashed his fists into the swellings. It was a messy affair but one that couldn't be helped. He must say, while not exactly overpowering, there was quite a number of them, one that might annoy one more than anything/ But if there was anything to not like about them, it was the disgusting smell of rotten flesh. It was quite odd yet thrilling at the same time to see them disintegrate in such speed was quite interesting.
Another bit that was interesting was that even after all that firing, Xar found himself bored. Well, given the history of his race, that's to be expected. With a smile and turned and responded to Jericho. "Tired already? Isn't this tame compared to what you usually do on set?" he teased, joining in on the actor joke before smashing down another one of the insects. | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,284 | 72 | 93 | 119 | 740 | After the expedition team left, the Furlyne mechanic got back to work with cartons of milk at his side. At one point, he figured the comms room would need some fixing up and upgrading as well while the rest of the mechanic crew got to work around the engine maintenance room. He waved his head around the room, checking the general physical status of the machinery. Before he could get his hands on any of his equipment, a familiar, female voice spoke from one of the speakers of the room, warning them of the condition outside. 'Psh, I ain't taking any step outside anyways.', Kidd thought to himself with a roll of his eyes and shrugging off the command. Slightly curious about how many hostilities the expedition team had just encountered, he searched the room for a radar of sorts to track down beings in the vicinity while taking a last sip of milk and crumpling the carton remains.
"Ah hah, here we go. ...Huh. It's pretty ancient, this ain't gonna cover much distance. Hm... Jericho's radar from his ship should do the trick!" With that, he quickly paced back to the room he was previously at to retrieve a couple of equipment and the radar piece, generously donated by the bounty hunter. Before replacing the tech, the male brunette properly checked if the advanced machinery part was compatible to the current state of the tech of the room, result being barely at the minimum requirement. It was still usable, but not to its full potential which Kidd supposed it couldn't be helped as of now. He can readjust it later when he had the time but for now, scanning the premises was more of a priority.
Click. The upgraded radar came to life with a press of a button. Kidd adjusted the radar's area of focus to where he spotted a group of beings with transmitters on their suits, which would have been most likely the crew who had left. Around them were several unidentified beings who were reducing in number every couple of minutes. The boy pressed another button on the main speaker machinery to transmit a message back to Ana and the crew. "Kaaay... I see whatcha mean there, yer pretty much surrounded. And there's this odd one I'm readin' up ahead from where you're at. Better watch your backs." | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,285 | 72 | 94 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Russia
Valerius moved quick, and slashed with almost perfect precision each time. Watching him was like watching a laser tornado pass through. He swiftly took down the closest ones before moving to take down the ones trying to sneak up on them, after the first one he realized that there was a particular point he had to slash in order to dispatch of them quickly. They were slow, so he was able to strike them before they could properly try to get to him, but numerous, though their numbers seemed to be thinning out. After a couple more he briefly went into ease.
"Jericho is this all CG too?", he asked, before cutting down a few more.
"Tell the crews to stop, this is annoyingly realistic". | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,286 | 72 | 95 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
A laser round barely misses Valerius' ear as it hits one of the spiders behind him. "Sorry, almost didn't see that one in time." He ducked another swiping claw and rammed the bayonet of one pistol into the following head while using the other to blast the weakness. "Enough jokes. Seriously, I don't know how much longer I can keep from shooting you and I would rather grow to like you than think of ways I can kill you." He slides under the belly of another spider and comes up behind it, lighting it up with laser rounds before reloading.
It felt like they'd been fighting off these things for forever, but the numbers were finally beginning to thing out. Hell, Ana was taking out three or four at a time with her railgun, and Jericho wasn't sure how much aiming she was doing besides the first one. Looking around, he realized that he may have joined up with a crew that was more than just building a name for themselves, but also who might be able to pull humanity out of what ever hell they'd thrown themselves into. He didn't follow closely, he just knew he was one of a quickly shrinking number of alive and well to do humans. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,287 | 72 | 96 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Patches-Onboard the Starchaser
Patches' spider limbs scritched and scratched along the ceiling of the ship, causing an echo. He liked the look of the ship. A nice rustic look, one he would enjoy if the crew of the ship let him stay. Slowly along the ceiling he followed the cat, watching it go into a room. It said something about enemies, and a larger one up ahead. Uh oh. He scurried quickly and dropped to the ground, using his human legs to walk. He shoved the cat out of the way.
Patches spoke into the microphone, his scottish accent shining through.
Um. Hello. Is this thing on? Oh yes, yes it is. Uh, hello, just a fun and fair warning from your friendly neighborhood spiderman, that spider you're hunting? It's about the size of a small skyscraper. Might or might not also spit burning acid. I can't quite remember to be honest. Patches out.
Patches turned around and gave a silent friendly wave to the odd cat. He had never met one of these races in real life, it would be cool to talk to one.
Anastasia-The fight is finished.
The last host went down with a thud, smacking into the ground and quickly decomposing. The flesh rended from the bone, and nothing was left but a skeleton. The voices echoed on the radio, with Kidd’s coming first. Anastasia listened to the message. She turned her comms on to talk back, but was quickly silenced by the second voice. It was scottish. Oh she hated scots. He warned her about the size of the spider, and its rather… odd… ability.
”Confirmed. Anastasia out.” Anastasia turned around and addressed the rest of the crew. ”Be ready. We have one hell of a fight on our hands. A source says skyscraper sized. Beware its acid spit apparently too.Move out.
The walk was long, and mostly less eventful than the fight before. They trekked and trekked through the snow. Ana stopped for a brief moment. ”Hold up. This is odd. The snow stops here on the ground. It is still falling, but not collecting on the ground. It seems to melt as soon as it hits the ground. It just...disappears.” She looked around again. the buildings had a different sense about them. They were crumbled, but it looked as if something had worn them down past just being broken by a bomb. the breaking points were smooth, not the jagged nature of the rest. The shadow skipped past. She barely caught a glimpse of it. It skittered across the building. She was wary now. ”All of you! Keep low. It’s here somewhere, but I can’t track it. Watch out.” | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,288 | 72 | 97 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
Jericho dove into the nearest piece of cover and looked over it, frowning when he didn't see anything and looking towards Ana. "This thing's the size of a sky scraper right? How in the hell does a big bloody spide just up a vanish without a trace like this?" Jericho stops and looks around at all the rounded edges and the lack of snow on the ground and shrugs.
"OK, well, besides all the obvious stuff that marks this as it's lair. I mean, sky scrapers are rather large." He moved up slowly, preferring to keep to cover and use it should the thing shoot any acid his way. That would be a very bad day for any of them if they took a hit. Just remember the paycheck and the rep you'll build from this Jericho. Keep that in mind and you won't loose it and make a lethal mistake. Would he still make A mistake? Yes, but at least it wouldn't get him killed or losing a limb or something like that. Frankly, he had no desire to be like cyborg girl that was their unofficial leader. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,289 | 72 | 98 | 119 | 740 | Upon having suddenly being shoved aside, Kidd was about to protest when he took a glimpse of... whatever the creature that stood in front of him, in total silence for a good couple of minutes, eyes widened in shock. After the human-spider looking mutant finished his piece of advice, or perhaps more of a warning, to the expedition crew and waved at the Furlyne, his senses rushed back to him with a frightened shout at the top of his lungs and throwing of the wrench in his hand at the creature. Since it was a throw without an aim, more of a desperate means of self defense, the small wrench was thrown towards the forehead area of the person . He seemed to speak like a proper human would but his appearance DEFINITELY did not give off the average human vibe or was he even human?
Stepping back a good distance away from the creature, the brunette Furlyne hissed softly while the fur on his ears and tail stood up straight. Another spare wrench was at the strap on his waist as he picked it up and pointed at the spider-human barely threateningly as his arm clearly trembled. "Yo-You! W-What in the world are ya and ho-how'd you get in the ship?! And why are ya fa-familiar with the prey we're huntin' for? A-Are you its ally?! Ta-Talk!" | Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing. |
3,290 | 72 | 99 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Patches-Onboard the Starchaser
Patches thought for a second. And then he thought for more. A little bit more time thinking as he rubbed his head from the injury that the wrench caused.
Hmmmm. How did I get on the ship. That is actually a very intriguing and good question. I am not quite sure. I think it was when your friends were leaving. Yes yes, it was when your friends were leaving. Hmmmmmm. Am I its ally. I guess? In a way? It talks to me in my head. Might have to do something with this little spider in my chest. But I like this little buddy. He brought me back to life and we already became friends. Named him Todd, I did. And we both agree that we dislike the mother spider. So actually, in answering your second question. Errrrm, no. We actuallu despise her annoying whispers. In fact she wants us to kill you right now. But then I wouldn't have any friends to talk to now would I? Oh yes. One last thing. Your friends are F-U-C-K-E-D fucked. Pretty doomed. That spider is massive and likes hiding. Probably about to stab your friends as we speak. I do hope they kill it though. This whispering is driving me mad.
Anastasia-Experiment #001
Anastasia looked around for the spider. It had to be around here somewhere. It couldn't just disappear. Not at the size it was. She tuned ears in and listened. To the left. The sounds came out.
Scritch
Scritch
Scritch
Ana's eyes widened. Jericho. She vaulted forward and yelled.
Jericho! Hit the dirt! She sprinted and grabbed Jericho by the shoulders, dropping him and herself to the ground. The mandibles shot out moments too late, missing their target by inches. The poison slicked off of them, dripping onto the ground near Ana and Jericho's faces. It sizzled the dirt near her, indicative of the acidic properties. That acid could've been in Jericho, were she moments too late. The mandibles withdrew, and the building rumbled. From withing tiny cracks the spider emerged unfolding itself like paper. Dammit. It could hide itself quite easily that in walls and buildings. It also was quite large. One thing she did not expect was the screech. It let one out, shaking buildings for miles, rumbling them low into the ground. The cracks along Ana's helm webbed, furthering along the visor. Ana dragged herself and Jericho back up, covering his back. Ana found herself barking out familiar orders. "All of you! Back to back! Don't let it ambush you! Keep someone covered! Jericho on me!"
The spider roared again, lengthening its venom tipped fangs. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,291 | 72 | 100 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Russia
"Yessss, yes yes, the drama, the suspense, the urgency, yes this is a good running scene", while Ana was saving Jericho, and everyone began moving, Valerius was standing off the side and acting like a director. When it came time to run, he began tailing them like a cameraman. In fact there was an industrial film camera over his shoulder, which he likely picked up from the rubble. It wasn't even working, but he continued.
"Alrighty, keep running, the giant spider is all around you and it's a life and death scenario, but don't worry it's all just props, you won't actually die", either he was taking this really really well, or not at all. Either way, it was impressive how he managed to do jumps and somersaults avoiding all the obstacles as he did so. It was likely he was just having fun.
"Yo Patches, tell me what the script says, how does the big mother spider die? We're going to need to make sure we know for the next shot", so did it go from CG to Valerius being the actual camera crew...? | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,292 | 72 | 101 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Running for his life from a giant fucking spider in the Ruins of Moscow
Three rapid shots rang out from each of Jericho's pistols. The ones from his left hand at the spider's face, aimed at weak points like eyes but likely missing their mark. The other three destroyed the old camera, one through the recording lense, another through the screen and one more through the camera equivalent of the scope, Valerius dropping the camera after the first shot to avoid being hit as well. "Go ahead, make one more actor joke. I DARE you." First is was the mutant spider zombie things, and he could handle that, because Ana quickly figured out where to shoot and gave him an out to kill them quickly. But this giant fucker? It reminded him of all the reasons he'd avoided bug heavy places for so long.
He kept firing, making sure the thing couldn't hide without-damn it, where'd it go? He looked around, confused as to how something that LARGE could up and vanish like that. Then he remembered that Ana had barely gotten him out of the way in time. So he tried listening.
Scritch
Scritch
Scritch
His eyes shoot up and he holsters both pistols as he leaps backwards, the mandibles leaping out of the concrete again. Reaching over his shoulder, he grasps the hilt of his katana and pulls the trigger in the specially designed sheath, triggering a series of small explosions that give the katana extra speed as it shoots up out of the sheath and comes down on the nearest mandible, the right one. The laser edge sprang to life and sheered through the hide, though not without loosing significant speed in the process. That wouldn't have worked without the boosted draw speed. Great. With great size comes great toughness. The giant shoots up again, releasing another screech and Jericho flinches, remembering the rest of the team's visors. "Sorry! But, uh, we're gonna need bigger guns. A lot bigger." Jericho moved over closer to Ana again, keeping his katana at the ready. Not like he was gonna hit something vital with his pistols anyways. Things were like peashooters against it. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,293 | 72 | 102 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Anastasia-Experiment #001
The spider whirled throughout the broken buildings. Popping up and trying to strike. One. Two. Three. There. Whipping around, Anastasia pulled her rifle around and got trigger happy. The quaking of the gun fully shattered her visor, the glass shards falling to the ground like snow. The spider screeched in reponse, all the shots hitting their mark. It retreated back into the building. A burrowing sound came from beneath them. The spider popped up, spitting acid, and marking Ana for death. The acid flew, striking Ana's suit, eating away at the metal within. Ana could feel the pain of the acid, but she fought on, hoping to not show weakness. She barely noticed Jericho just behind her. He would stay there. No closer to her. No more. Her mouth opened to yell more words of courage and inspiration.
"You see boys? This is how you seperate the men from the babies! The ability to take pain on the chin and laugh! Keep on fighting! No fear will be shown here. Someone mark that spider, we can't track it underground without that! Hurry!"
Ana stared at the slow eating acid. It was a ticking timer for her, how fast they could get this fight done. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,294 | 72 | 103 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
When the last of the things went down, quick to decompose as usual, he could hear a voice crackle on the comms of his comrades. He couldn't make it out but he assumed it was Kidd, considering, well, he was the only likely to operate the radio. Well, there's Sasha, the captain's sister, but well....that in itself is enough of an explanation. Not bothering trying to listen in anymore, not like he could hear much of anything anyway, he looked around the location and studying the terrain. Hearing Ana's voice, his head snapped back towards her as she addressed everyone. "Acid spit, huh? Onto the main act already, I see."
It seemed the monster was taking its time coming to greet them as they had kept walking and walking without a single trace of the thing. He began wondering if they were ever going to find this thing, when Ana noticed something strange and halted the group. Having inspected it for himself, it was indeed strange. Despite the snow falling, there was none on this ground. Usually when it snows, it's collected on the ground but not in this case. It just vanishes...Could it have anything to do with that acid spit ability the spider has? Though, the spider was nowhere to be found. Just where... Well, that was solved quite quickly as a shadow skittered past them along the buildings. "Show Time." He smiled.
He was quite impressed with the fact that it was so big but is still managing to conceal itself, it also must be quite agile as well. It's arrival onto the scene was marked by Ana's yelling as she sprinted over to Jericho and dragged him down by the shoulders and onto the ground. Luckily she managed to get to him in-time and intact. It showed off another interesting little quirk, with the way it emerged from a tiny crack in the walls, unfolding itself like a piece of paper. It explains why they couldn't see it at all despite it having been so close. With it's size coupled with it's abilities, the fighting leveled definitely increased. Should be more of a fight than the last bunch, that's for sure. Anyways, as Ana dragged herself and Jericho back up, she yelled out more orders.
As the spider spun around the broken buildings trying to jump in and strike, Ana whipped around and fired off a stream of bullets. Aside from fully shattering her visor, it was hard to be sure if she managed to hit it...that was until the monstrous spider let out another loud screech that is as it retreated back into the buildings. Soon after, they heard a burrowing sound coming from beneath them and it wasted no time popping up and spitting it's acid in Ana's direction, striking her suit. Despite being hit, and no doubt suffering from the acid, she grinned and bared it, showing no fear as sheraised her voice one more. Hearing her order, he reached into the satchel carrying his knives, pulling out a couple knives along with some adhesive and what looked like some small transmitters.
Using the adhesive to bind the the transmitters to the knives, he waited for a moment to give it time to stick before locking onto the spider with his eyes as he sprinted after it and hurled them at the monster. He wasn't sure if he hit the thing nor if the transmitters stuck, but what can you do? | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
3,295 | 72 | 104 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
"You see boys? This is how you seperate the men from the babies! The ability to take pain on the chin and laugh! Keep on fighting! No fear will be shown here. Someone mark that spider, we can't track it underground without that! Hurry!"
Jericho kept himself busy with dodging another globule of acid rather than coming up with a witty reply. Call us a bunch of babies eh? Pretty sure there's a difference between a baby and not wanting to end up a puddle of liquid human. Still, they didn't have much time, with Ana's suit getting eaten away and her visor gone. When the spider tried to ambush them again, he had switched back to his pistols, firing rapidly at the giant insects eyes, trying to make it hesitate or falter or something.
After repeating the process three times, one of his shots finally got lucky and found it's mark, sending the spider reeling back in pain. Almost immediately after, he noted three throwing knives sailing at the beast. He hoped that they found their mark as Jericho moved Ana, without directly touching her, into a position with better cover. She didn't need to catch a second blast of acid if it could be helped. | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,296 | 72 | 105 | 2,348 | 2,332 | Patches-The Secret Revealed
Patches waited and waited for the reply. Nothing. His mind sparked to life and ran at lightspeed. He had forgotten the most important thing. He ignored the cat again in order to head to the comms system.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Hello? Is this thing on? Broadcasting to all you fine folks out there running for your lives. Can you hear me? Good. Listen up to this. That spider you're fighting? It absolutely loathes loud shockwaves and soundwaves. It'll be stunned by those to no end. If it goes down underground, use any explosives near its position. Should rightly knock it out of the ground for a nice pounding. Patches out. Enjoy your fight.
Anastasia-Ticking Death Clock
Anastasia looked down at her stomach. If the suit had not been there, her insides would be mostly gone. Melted and pooled on the ground. Thankfully, the acid wasn't prepared to eat through metal. Still didn't stop it. It had already done damage to her abdomen and stomach. Damage that would put her out of commission and into recovery when combined with the radiation exposure.
The radios buzzed to life on everyone's suit. The tip was given, and then it went silent. Ana yelled out. Everyone got that? Blow it out of the ground! No mercy given! Let's finish this! I'll do the honors! Ana unhooked a grenade from her belt. she pulled the pin with her teeth and tossed it into the air. Its explosion went off, creating a blast across the area. The dirt displaced and the spider launched into the air, landing on its back. Everyone! Attack! Ana dove in, her trigger finger warming the railgun. | Name (& pronunciation): Anastasia
Date of Birth (& age): 2280, 25 years old
Place of Birth: Russia
Gender: Female
Species:Human
Height: 195 cm, 6'5"
Weight: 200 lbs, 92 kg
Personality:Anastasia is a very serious person, not allowing crew to fall off track and get distracted. She makes sure everyone does their duty and not get lazy about work.
Likes: Battle, Work, Her homeland.
Dislikes: Slackers, people who abandon their loyalties.
Ambitions: To find out the cause of humanity's impending extinction.
Strengths: Her melee skills, Ship weapons.
Weaknesses: Accusations of being disloyal, her strict code of conduct.
Fears: Not achieving her goals, being accused of being weaker for being a female.
Interests: nothing.
History:Anastasia is the only female in the Earth based Super Soldier Program, being elected by the higher ups in the Russian military. She was laughed at all through training, but earned everyone's respect and honor simply through her hard work alone.
Romance: (Yes or No)
If so, sexual preference: Bisexual.
Military Rank: Rogue Agent
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship:
Combat Skills:Melee, energy blasts. |
3,297 | 72 | 106 | 2,159 | 3,799 | Valerius | Russia
Seeing this opportunity Valerius advanced upon the vulnerable spider. Leaping off it's upturned legs and onto it's abdomen, and plunging his saber into it, before charging forward and up the body, slicing it from the bottom up, the pure laser blade making all kinds of burning and gnashing noises as it sliced through as much of the soft underbelly as possible. He had some idea of what might happen... A horde of spiders... So he was planning on jumping off as soon as he got near the head. That was what he did. Leaping off and rolling off to the side to examine his handiwork. | Name: Valerius
Date of Birth (& age): January 25th, aged 25
Place of Birth: Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Incompetent, absolutely, is what most think about him, but they still rely on him, simply because he's incredibly good at getting a job done even though he's such a good for nothing. He's driven more by the morality behind things to act, doing what is right, it's strange coming from someone who was once a space pirate, but that's how he was taught. Space pirate captain guy was a good guy. As a result he's kind of snarky and a little petty, he'll do some pretty dastardly things from time to time.
Likes: Sweet foods, and junk food, and food. He like food but usually sweets.
Dislikes: Ghosts (you can't hit ghosts)
Ambitions: None
Strengths:
- Close quarters combat he is said to be unmatched.
- Incredible speed, strength and endurance... And skill
- Most effective against humanoid warriors and fighters.
Weaknesses:
- Skilled ranged fighters can give him a hard time.
- He's kind of useless with any other weapon.
- Least effective against monster types.
Fears: That ghosts may be real.
Interests: Finding the perfect confectionery.
History: Born on earth, then became a space pirate, then became a space mercenary for any job. That's a quick summary. The long one is he learned swordsmanship from the space pirates, the captain was a good man, but many years later he would die at the hands of government officials, whom he would later fight. Unfortunately as a result of his recklessness, he became the last of the crew to survive, and his twin red laser blades were destroyed. He didn't serve time as a criminal though, since he managed to escape, and settle down in a random part of space. He worked from then on in random jobs, avoiding criminal activity, as that would attract people of the government. He became low profile enough, until one day he was forced into being hired (or blackmailed) by the military. Some stuff happened and then he was thrown into cryosleep for some reason.
Romance: Maybe...? I dunno.
If so, sexual preference: Dude's straight as an arrow
Military Rank: None (auxiliary captain when he was hired by some forces)
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Captain
Combat Skills:
- Super fast learning capacity: Unique to him is his ability to learn incredibly fast during combat. He once was on a job to destroy a living weapon, and ended up out-learning it, allowing him to best it in combat. If he's not stronger than you when you fight him, he will be once he's done.
- Swordsmanship: He's learned countless different battle styles over his strange encounters over his travels and jobs, but he prefers twin blades. He's known to be able to use any kind of sword, since he's seen almost every single type so far.
- Insane Durability: He's managed to baffle almost every race he's come across because he's gotten up from the most ridiculous wounds and kept fighting.
- The Crimson Scourge: He had signature twin red laser blades when he was a space pirate. Those blades are now destroyed, ever since the end of the pirates he once commandeered. |
3,298 | 72 | 107 | 2,768 | 10,548 | Jericho Joranis|Ruins of Moscow
As Valerius moved up the spider vertically, Jericho waited until he was past the halfway point before using one of the spasming legs to spring up onto the middle and slice horizontally across the spider's vulnerable underbelly. Why they hadn't try to get the belly sooner, he couldn't understand, probably all of them wrapped up in the battle and trying to not become speared on pincers. Reaching the other side, he uses another leg to spring board up towards the head. It was crazy, and fairly dumb, but still safest to kill the brain. As he passed it, he slammed the laser edged katana into one of it's eyes, using it to stop and watch the results of the gashes. "Please not baby spiders, please not baby spiders...PLEASE not babies..." | Name (& pronunciation): Jericho Joranis
Date of Birth (& age): January 17, 25
Place of Birth: Boise, Idaho, Earth
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Appearance: Brown hair and eyes, with a lithe and muscular build. His hair is held in a combed back style and he has a scar down his left cheek that he won't tell the origin of.
Personality: He's analyictic and calculating, but also easy going, preferring to play a game of cards over yelling at each other to settle a dispute.
Likes: Music, Card Games, Foods with Kick
Dislikes: Liars, cheaters, foods that are too sweet
Ambitions: To become the best bounty hunter around, but not much else
Strengths:
-Incredibly skilled with his twin pistols and katana
-He's a good liar, which makes sense since he likes to play cards.
-He's a brilliant tactician, able to look at a situation and make a good plan.
-He knows how to cook.
Weaknesses:
-Refuses to use anything other than pistols.
-Because he's such a good liar, it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth.
-Not always the best at keeping a set plan.
-Is over confident at the worst of times.
Mandrill
Fears: Likes to live by the creedo of "Nothing to fear but Fear itself." However, he can be creeped out, especially by bugs of any kind.
Interests: Pistols and swords of all kinds, but his favorite sword is anything resembling a katana.
History: Jericho has been in space most of his life, working with his now dead father to establish a reputation as one of the best and most feared bounty hunters in known space. However, when humanity started to fall apart five years ago, that reputation became a lot more difficult to establish as the surviving humans focused on surviving and the rest of the universe either didn't concern themselves with humanity's sudden and rapid decline or sought for some way to take advantage of it. His father was killed during a skirmish with some Furlyneses. He escaped with a badly damaged ship and his father's body. Over the course of the last few years, he's sought to continue building his reputation, but also looks for the Furlyneses that killed his father.
Romance: Sure
If so, sexual preference: Straight
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Ummmm...N/A?
Combat Skills: Expert marksmen with his pistols, and a hell of a swordsman with his katana. Hand to hand expert, but he's rarely unarmed, even when he sleeps.
Additional Notes: Armor appearance: |
3,299 | 72 | 108 | 1,048 | 840 | Alastair
As expected, he managed to mark the spider and thus they managed to keep track of the monstrous thing. And soon the radios in the humans suits crackled to life with another transmission and then Ana relayed the message and gave the order. Apparently the monster spider was weak to shock and soundwaves. In short, let it rain with explosions. Seemed doable. As Ana kickstarted things and revealed the spider, the attack was on. Everyone then went to work taking care of the spider, as they covered the other areas of the creature, Alastair focused on the spiders legs and feelers.
In case things went awry, he wanted to make sure the spider didn't have any ideas of escaping or getting far. While the others focused on damaging it, he'll take care of its mobility. Attaching more of what's left of his explosives to his knives, he took aim and went to work destroying its legs and feelers. Blowing off a number of them, he went in close and, using his bare hands, used his brute strength to rip off the legs that managed to survive the barrage of explosions. | Name: Alastair (Al-la-ster)
Date of Birth: August? 5th?
Place of Birth: Black Hole, Duh.
Gender: ???
Species: Unnamed
Height: 6'0
Weight: How much do you think a mass of black energy would weight?
Personality:
His personality changes depending what 'character' he wishes to portray, though, most of the time he acts as a butler should, dedicated, faithful, strong sense of duty, etc.....or at least tries to. Like expected of his race, due to not really fully understanding human emotions, he tends to act in a passive manner, though he tries, with only comics, books and such to rely upon. Upon study of certain types of humans, he 'picked up' on replying to people, mostly ones who don't do what they're supposed to be doing/not doing their listed job is, in a sarcastic/rude manner.
Likes:
The different variety/character types of Humans (lets just say he likes humanity)
Reading/Books (be it comics/manga, novels, or whatever)
Music (especially of old Asian influence)
Learning new things
Dislikes:
People that act out of character (despite not having a specific character himself)
Freeloaders
Those that don't do what they're supposed to be doing
Ambitions:
"If" he has one, it's probably to discover and read various texts or histories of various cultures, no matter the topic. Whenever asked about anything relating to goals, he always manages to side-step or find a way around the question, either by not answering at all or saying something different each time (like imitating a character's, that he has read, dream).
Strengths:
One Hell Of A Butler - With his extensive knowledge of the way of the butler, or at least what he knows from all that he has read from comics at least, he can cook, clean and well, do chores. Let's just say butler like things. A butler like no other! or something.
He's good with his hands - Like all butlers, being good with ones hands is key. Whether it's cutting or punching something or even throwing things at people, he can do it.
Mighty butler - Other than being a damn fine butler, stemming from the previous one, he excels at fighting. With great physical strength, his fists are his weapon of choice in close quarters combat and kitchen utensils/cutlery for long range.
Weaknesses:
Useless with a gun, he's not too fond of them anyways
While he can cook, he never cooks what people ask of him. The food he cooks and delivers tends to be quite random. Whether he intentionally ignores their food order or never takes the time to learn the names of certain dishes, no one will ever know. Not like anyone hasn't tried.
Fears:
Incomplete Characters
Not going through with a certain character type
Poor character portrayals
Interests:
History
Mythology (especially of Irish, Roman, Greek and Asian)
Foreign Culture (especially the concept of butlers and maids)
Mixing/changing up his character, speech and actions to see the various reactions people give him. Tends to act sarcastic and rude when he does.
Reading
Book collecting
History: Unknown, he just showed up and made it seem natural that he was there.
Romance: No
Military Rank: N/A
If not military rank, what is your role on the ship: Combat Butler
Combat Skills:
Smashing things and using sharp objects.
On a serious note (well it was kind of serious), he's very adaptable (not taking long to adjust to something new), sharp reflexes and has a talent at using weapons, except for guns. Though, when it comes to using knives and all sorts of kitchen utensils (and throwing daggers), he's a master.
Oh, he got crazy strength and likes smashing things, for real. |
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