Futuristic Cosmic Deep Character Thread

[egglover]

Group Interest
Lore
Cosmic Deep

Please check out the lore thread before making your character. When I have approved your character I will send you a discord invite to our OOC/hang out chat!

Name:
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Age:
Race:
Ethnicity:
Home:
Occupation:
Appearance:
Personality:
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RS Blackbirds Cry Crew

Captain
Tish J. Suleiman

First Officer
Matias Kingsbury

Pilot
Su Choon-Hee

Security Chief
Daytona

Soldiers
Naomi Hart (Field Medic)
Eichkern Baren Vanderdrecht

Chief Medical Officer
Dr. Anagra Haliday

Chef
Capriole Halve

Scientists
Jill Glasscock (Rockologist)
Mari (Junior Rockologist)

Linguistics Expert
Gideon Corvus

Engineers
Hector Jordan (Chief Engineer)
Haulrruxyy (Engineer Assistant)

General Maintanence Manager
Hodge

If you want to fulfill a role that isn't listed just add it to your character sheet and I will include it up here once approved. Most roles are able to have multiples, however certain roles (Captain, Pilot, Doctor, Chef) I would prefer to keep to a single character. HOWEVER, I will make an exception for apprentices/assistants!
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[druidquest]

Name: Dr. Anagra Haliday
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 32
Race: Chalcidian
Home: Vinalia Urbana, Venus
Occupation: Chief Medical Officer
Appearance: A tall, somewhat slender chalcidian with a black carapace whose iridescence causes it to appear a dark green on her head and shoulders and the ends of her limbs. She has two large, silvery compound eyes, and long antennae hanging over her face like unkempt bangs. Her wings are transparent and glassy, with the veins only visible when the light manages to catch them at just the right angle.
Personality: Dr. Haliday is mature and reticent, though her quiet demeanor hides a somewhat impish streak.
Biography: Chalcidians do not often live among their own kind, and as is typical for her species the only person she knew during her development was her host, in the brief weeks between infection and inevitable end. The woman Dr. Haliday was "born" from had been a medical student, and Anagra picked up the discipline in her place after she eclosed. She has also studied xenozoology to some extent, and her interest in researching and cataloguing any previously undiscovered species was part of the impetus to apply for the Avian expedition.
Other: Dr. Haliday maintains a number of different collections, from starship models to trading cards, some of which she even draws herself.

 

[egglover]

Tish J. Suleiman

Pronouns: she/her
Age: 35
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Tanzanian
Home: Earth
Occupation: Captain of the RS Blackbirds Cry

Appearance: Tish is an African woman from Earth. She was in a terrible accident years ago which forced her to heavily modify her body with cybernetics in order to keep her alive. As such her eyes and much of her head and torso are machine.

Personality: Years ago Tish was a cheerful, lively person with a big heart and big personality. She changed after her accident. Though she is more mellow and serious these days, she still cares deeply and strives to be a loyal, good Captain. She has a strong sense of duty.

Biography: Much has happened in Tish's life. She grew up in Tanzania with her father and her younger brother Imani, however they moved to the United Kingdom when she was a teenager where she sought an education in Aerospace Engineering after she left high school. Tish had always been fascinated by life beyond Earth, and that passion lead her to a colourful life within the stars. After a traumatic accident left her grounded on Earth once more, it took years of recovery to be able to join Earth's space program once again. This time, with a new found determination, she quickly made her way up the ranks to being the Captain of RS Blackbirds Cry.

Other: As well as her Captain duties, Tish is a skilled Aerospace Engineer and Military expert.

 

[Pacificus]

Name: AIN 00003 “Daytona”

Pronouns: He/Him (also perfectly fine with “it”.)

Age: 15, physically. 25 according to programming.

Race: Android

Ethnicity: Altis Corp. Model S tactical Android (modified export variant)

Home: New Amarillo

Occupation: Security Chief

Personality: Daytona, despite his aggressive design, is really a big ole softy. He is a go-with-the-flow kind of leader, but he has an unwavering sense of ethics. He is extremely dedicated to the safety of those he has been assigned to protect and is no stranger to danger. He can be a little off-putting at times, as he lacks the usual robotic rigidity of his kind. His mannerisms are very human, yet his understanding of human (or otherwise non-machine) behavior is lacking.

Biography: AIN 0003, or given name “Daytona”, is a relatively new Android. The Model S is a series of advanced security androids intended for use in crowd control, urban policing and as personal bodyguards. These original models were designed to be more aesthetically pleasing, with low cognitive ability. When the military began looking into acquiring new combat androids, the Altis Corporation entered the competition with an upgraded, more combat oriented, version of their very commercially successful Model S series.

The new variant had a reworked body that was designed to withstand significant punishment. However, in order to meet the demands of the military, the new variant had a highly developed central processing core, which officially made the new model sentient. This caused Altis’ upgrade program to run wildly overcost and the project was shut down by the military. However, this left 3 prototypes that Altis had to decide what to do with. It was decided, they would be given full rights and employed by Altis.

Thus, Daytona was given his name. As the third prototype, Daytona was the most fleshed out of the 3 and before the project was shut down, had been declared fit for full duty. Daytona remained employed by the Altis Corporation for 5 years as an ordnance testing operator, and later as a tactical testing advisor. His programming was quite suited to the job, but his work lacked a purpose that Daytona desired. One that he would not find on Earth.

He applied to and was hired by a colonial initiative and sent to the far reaches to serve as a deputy on a small world at the edge of civilized space. It was on this untamed planet that Daytona learned his most important lessons and discovered what he really wanted out of his existence. Discovery.

In 10 years of work in law enforcement on a planet where the wildlife was more dangerous than criminals, Daytona had been made sheriff, and had a long and successful record of defending the local residents of New Amarillo. He enjoyed his time as sheriff, but refused to settle down. It was time for him to take another step towards adventure. So, he signed on for the Avian Expedition.


Other: Daytona possesses a genuine Carlsbad-style cowboy hat, which he wears on occasion.

 

[Melon Bomb]

Image: KotoyamaName: Jill Glasscock

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 39

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Celisian

Home: SV Celise

Occupation: Rockologist

Appearance: Pale due to lack of exposure to natural sunlight, not necessarily by choice but due to the limitations of the vessel they were raised in. Looks and sounds tired all the time, but doesn't actually reflect their physical state. Not as scrawny as they look, but looks thinner with a suit on.

Personality: Jill is as mild-mannered as they come, though not timid by any means. They are confident and wise to the ways of the world, but leave plenty of room to be friendly and easy-going with others, as life is about contentment just as much as it is about progress. Enjoys boxing and playing mobile games when not studying rocks.

Biography: Jill was conceived on the Celise, a large space-steading vessel acting as an independent colony from other planets. Jill's first interest in geology -- sorry, rockology -- was a small souvenir given to them by their parents: A bronze-ish space rock that fizzled when immersed in water. Growing up, they didn't have much else in the way of toys. Their grandparents first came to board the Celise in hopes of participating in its libertarian dream of personal freedom.

Unfortunately, it was immediately seized by roaming Earth fleets a few years down the line and forcefully subjected to its governance, resulting in their arrests and also the arrests of tens of thousands of other people for violating an almost uncountable number of civil, criminal, labor, and human rights laws. Under new ownership, the newly declared SV Celise was partially repurposed into a combination trade and exploration vessel, alongside allowing it to retain space for residency for those who knew it as their home. For Jill and their immediate family, not much really changed. The illicit money making schemes of their folks cost them a fortune back in fines, leaving them right back at square one. Which is to say, virtually penniless.

Jill was able to bounce off their targeted fascination of space rocks to earn a respectable scholarship that, eventually, brought them to their path now as a career scientist.

Other: Please don't make fun of their last name, they are very self-conscious about it.

 

[PiePillager]

Name: Hector Jordan

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 34

Race: Human

Ethnicity: Black

Home: Earth

Occupation: Chief Engineer

Appearance: Tall, lanky with an athletic build. Neck length dreads. Dark skin. Casual clothing includes various jackets, button-up shirts, pants, sneakers, and Sunglasses. Engineering equipment for internal repairs is often his casual wear and a jumpsuit if need be. For external ship repair, he utilizes a material called darkstar-metal a dense metal fabric that draws energy from stars to form a metallic armor casing deployed in 7.77 seconds that allows him to continue his engineering work in space and filter out toxins to work in dangerous environments.

Personality: Relaxed and self-assured, he's a gambler by nature. He likes taking chances with risks and bets on himself, from casino games to streetfights, but only because he's confident he'll win in the end. Naturally talented in repairing ships he just goes where life takes him, like a drifter.

Biography: Long ago, he suffered an accident on a boat with his family. He fell off a fishing boat on a trip to Mars. He was rescued by a young Posonid who took him to safety. After befriending her for the rest of his vacation, he did not see her again but it changed the course of his life to be more carefree, as he didn't know where chance would take him next. He began to view himself as somewhat lucky, a view that was not deterred in the slightest by the course his life took. Things weren't always easy, but for the large part whenever things got rough there was always a bright side or a turnaround.

He often found himself drifting from place to place, always able to find a job due to a particular talent he had for machine and vehicle repair or engineering. Not that it was his intention, but his drifting from place to place built him sort of a reputation for his skills and eventually he was contacted by the AESS Condor to serve an engineering role for one of their ships. He accepted and was eventually assigned to the Blackbird's cry. This would be quite the undertaking, his biggest gamble yet. But perhaps, it would be worth it.

Other: Pretty good crackshot. Known for hitting targets at a distance with his nailgun. Known to tinker and invent his own improvements on the machines he works on. Not formally trained in fighting in any martial or military capacity, but decent in street fights, should it come to that.

DarkStar Metal Suit:

 

[obscured_light]

Name: Capriole Halve

Pronouns: She/ They
Age: 98
Race: Kalkin
Home: Varmasia
Occupation: Chef

Personality: A bubbly gossip who absolutely adores any scrap of information they can get their mechanical hands on. Fearless when it comes to something new and can get rather nosy at times if she suspects secrets are abound. Is easily able to place themselves in the shoes of others (both literally and metaphorically) but is very adamant about getting all the information together before making conclusions.

Biography: Driven by the need for knowledge as many Kalkin are, Capriole sought out different experiences among the stars. One which piqued her interest was food due to the variety she came across on different worlds and the cooks that prepared them. Unlike some of the other activities she had tried, cooking seemed to be a never ending flood of information as it had a wide range of experimentation. Due to her slime form however, Capriole was discouraged at first to pursue cooking herself. Her interest eventually outweighed her hesitance however and she worked on her craft till she felt confident enough to apply as a chef on the RS Blackbirds Cry, enticed by the goal of exploration.

Other: Capriole's core is in her "chest" and she only uses her metal skeleton when needed. Otherwise she'll be wandering around purely as a slime mass with her core in the center of the mass.

She loves making soup.

Name: Mari
Pronouns: She/ Her
Age: 39
Race: Posonid
Home: Le Wrileen
Occupation: Rockologist Assistant​

Appearance: Similar to a human's version of a mermaid, Mari has one difference in that she technically has two legs instead of one fish tail. One of these legs however is the fish tail while the other is like a lizard like tail made of asteroid steel. Both extremely long but the metal one is still longer.

The fish tail is different hues of blue with flecks of gold on the scales. Her left arm is also metallic and has a sharp, claw like hand at its end. The right is normal but hosts some rather intricate markings that match the ones on her face and chest. They glow faintly in the darkness after being exposed to light.

Her style often consists of lots of vibrant and colorful garments as well as shiny stones.

Personality: Rather serious, Mari has a good sense of when people are being knuckleheads. She has a no nonsense kind of attitude but can be kind of oblivious to malicious intentions. She believes in the good of others but also isn't afraid to stand up to someone when she finally sees them for what they are.

Biography: Her people nearly wiped for the sake of the greater nation, Mari hid away with the few remaining of her clan. Her classmates and friends became a second family to her and they vowed to look after one another.

Mari remembers that they all agreed to go their separate ways once much of the danger had passed. They had all promised to reunite and she has a card they all signed, proof of their vow. She worked hard and made a name for herself in her research endeavors, both into her past and the future of her kind.

However, strange events led Mari to seek passage elsewhere and perhaps, track down her friends. The RS Blackbirds Cry granted her that opportunity but she still has the strange sense she's being followed...

Other: Mari enjoys looking at photos and drawings when she has some spare time alone.​

 

[DarKnight36]

Name: Matias Kingsbury
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 35
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Home: Europa Colony
Occupation: First Officer
Appearance: Matias is of average height and stands with an easy confidence attributed to his wiry but powerful frame. He keeps his black hair cropped short to easily fit within his mech-suit, and often sports a mustache and goatee. Matias' skin is covered in numerous scars from his time in enforcement and security. Matias is almost never seen without his uniform on, preferring to be prepared at all times rather than be comfortable.
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 178 lbs.
Skin Color: Light Brown
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Personality: An enigma - Curt but polite, Matias is not fond of long-winded speeches or fools. He is a consummate professional: Matias never jokes and almost never smiles, remaining serious and focused at all times. He has no close friends, and no family, remaining aloof of personal relationships. Those who have worked under him or alongside him find that he is more than dependable, fair, and supportive.

Biography: Matias was born from a tryst between an Europan engineer and a crew member of a passing starship, and grew up with his father on Europa. Although his father's work as an engineer interested him as a youth, it wasn't until his father's murder at age 12 that Matias decided to train with his uncle for security work. Thanks to his uncle's diligence, Matias' initial knack for tactics and firearms became a true talent. He joined the Europan Police Force at age 18, and worked with his uncle there until his uncle was also murdered by a local gang. Despite orders to the contrary, Matias infiltrated the gang's territory and either killed or arrested the 15 or so members, an act which earned him the thanks of the Force but also forced his resignation. By age 24, Matias had begun taking private security jobs for crews and companies stationed within the Sol System, and was quickly promoted to head over his own team within two years. During his off hours, Matias studied the ships and trades of his clientele, and earned certifications in engineering and navigation. Six months ago, Matias received a mysterious letter from his long lost mother, which included a cryptic message: "Do not cry my child. The blackbird's song will lead you." Matias learned of the AESS and the Blackbird's Cry shortly thereafter. After applying to the expedition, he was offered a position as captain of the BS Black Kite. He declined, offering his services as first officer of the RS Blackbird's Cry instead.

Other: Matias has advanced training in weaponry and tactics thanks to his uncle and time in security. He also has basic training in medicine, and has certifications in engineering and navigation. He is surprisingly handy at numerous other skills required of a starship crew, despite never receiving proper training, and can often pick up skills just by observing things once thanks to his photographic memory.

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Name: Haulrruxyy (Haul for short)
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 48 in Zumolka years
Race: Zumolka
Home: Sanmagela (Spaceyards in Earth's solar system)
Occupation: Engineer Assistant (Electrician / Welder)
Appearance: To a human, Zumolkas look like some kind of spider monkey from a distance, with a long prehensile tail, lanky but short body, and long arms and legs. Up close, however, the fur transforms into a cross between hair and feathers, pulling away from a wrinkly face with four eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Haul's coloration, like all Zumolkas, varies slightly based on his mood, but usually settles in the bluish-gray scale, with white streaks becoming more visible when he is pleased and dark gray when he is upset.

Personality & History: Haul is eccentric to human standards but is notably less so when compared to the rest of his race, something which can be attributed to Haul's time spent among humans. He was raised among the spaceyards of Earth after his family moved there for work, and he has known little else but the ever-gleaming ocean of stars that spreads out on all sides. Thus, he isn't comfortable being planetside, and makes this known by his all-too-common temper tantrums. Despite his snarkiness, Haul means well and his specialty in welding & electrical work (and his ability to crawl into tight spaces) makes him an invaluable member of the crew.

Other: Haul will eat anything, something he shares with his race. Taste is not something Zumolkans worry about, and their bite is said to equal that of a Earth bear. Why something so small can snap bone in two is one of the many mysteries of the Zumolkans.

 

[Sky_Breaker_08]

Name: Su Choon-Hee
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 24
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Korean
Home: Earth
Occupation: Pilot & Military Hacker

Appearance: A short girl, 5’0”, with medium-length dark brown hair pulled into a loose ponytail, slightly curled. She has a pretty, oval face, big eyebrows, small lips and a small nose. Her eyes are also an attractive, warm, dark brown color, small, slanted with short eyelashes accenting the edges perfectly. She is a slender girl on average, but is very fit and strong for a female pilot. She tends to wear her helmet quite often, even in casual situations. She has a surprisingly sweet, feminine voice, especially when compared to her personality. She also loves to wear jackets and has many that she rotates through.

Personality: To those she feels requires a professional relationship, she is attentive and straight-to-the-point. She says what she feels needs to be said and no more. To those she sees beneath her or unnecessary to establish a relationship, she is silent, sharp and dismissive. To those she sees as close…this is to be debated as anyone has yet to see her act close to any other being.

Biography: Born from a rich family, she learned how to pilot her first airship at a young age. Quick to understand the nuances of the machines, the environment around her and the intentions and patterns of her enemies, she quickly became obsessed with dogfighting, in the sky or space. She would later be arrested for these illegal dogfights, but earth’s multi-national space military would recognize her potential and take her under their wing. This proved to be extremely effective as she became a superb fighter pilot and even began branching into hacking techniques and equipment that would lead to the success of many missions. Now, she has been recommended to take part in the Avian Expedition, part of many military personnel who moved over to aid in the exploration of deep space.

Other: Choon-Hee is an expert pilot with many vehicles, including mechs. She excels at dogfighting. She also has experience with firearms and other such weapons. She is also learned in sword fighting, grappling, knife combat and some forms of lethal martial arts. However, with her lack of muscle and bodyweight, she prefers ranged weapons to hand-to-hand combat. Her favorite melee weapon is her laser katana, which was a gift from her parents for joining the Avian Expedition. The other is her easily concealable handgun, also a gift. Since she was trained in military hacking, she does have some knowledge on engineering, machinery, robotics, AI, nanotechnology, communications, etc. During her time as a hacker, she designed and built a custom drone for herself that fits into her armor. This aided in quick, combat hacking while on the field.

She hates soup.

 

[Sky_Breaker_08]

Name: Dr. Gideon Corvus
Pronouns: He/him
Age: 74
Race: Warbhu
Ethnicity: Corax
Home: Krostava
Occupation: Linguistics Expert/Therapist

Appearance: Similar in body structure to that of the ravens found on earth, only much larger, around 8'. His wings conceal robotic hands and other functional tools. Usually he wears dull-toned robes and jewelry that sparkles in the light, though not always.

Personality: Knowledgeable of the customs and traditions of other species, Gideon is gentle, kind and wise. He is persuasive, adamant, and almost always correct, but never mocking or manipulative. He is a great listener and understander of others' emotions and viewpoints, even if they conflict with his own morals or ideals. He is not a fighter and does not believe that he should ever have need of violence. However, this does not mean he is a pacifist at all times...just most of the time.

Biography: He's old for a human and has quite a bit of experience traveling about the universe, studying the different cultures all around. This all started after his father was able to establish a small group of their people on the planet Krostava by becoming friends with a few Ensindijee. However, they were still mostly ignored by the others and were restricted to certain areas of the planet. When Gideon's mother gave birth to his egg, the friendly Ensindijee took the egg and somehow were able to give him their ability to communicate telepathically. The Ensindijee then taught him the ways of their culture that they could, like how to use the telepathic abilities he now possessed. Their enthusiasm and his desire for adventure and to meet new people would lead him on journeys for the rest of his life.

Other: Almost as if he can read the minds of those around him, Gideon can smell the hormones released from species, feel their body temperature rise and fall, understand and speak their languages, mimic nearly every sound there can be, and is even attentive to body language. His memory is vast when it comes to people, and he never forgets a face or a conversation, able to recite the entirety at a moment's notice. He is also a traveling therapist.

 

[Wing06]

Name: Tristan [Redacted]
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 26
Race: Alfen
Ethnicity: Precursor
Home: Terran IV
Occupation: Small craft pilot
Appearance:


Personality: A quiet and reserved man afraid to show too much emotion.
Biography: Tristan grew up on Terran IV during the height of the Alfen Empire. An empire that spanned multiple star systems throughout the Andromeda Galaxy. He took immense pride in his people and their mission to spread their culture through the Galaxy, turning a blind eye to the rumors that there were some that harbored nothing but ill-will for the empire and her peoples. One by one the worlds of the Alfen Empire began to fall, and its soldiers, the Scapegoat. Tristan fled the only home he ever knew, constantly looking over his shoulder for those that seek to bring him to justice for crimes he never committed. He seeks to begin life anew between the stars, away from those who'd put him to death.

 

[FireMaiden]

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Name:
Naomi Hart
Pronouns:
She/Her
Age:
26
Race:
Human
Ethnicity:
White
Home:
Luna Colony

Occupation:
Solider/Field Medic

Appearance:
Naomi is a woman of average height (5'5") with an hourglass figure. She weighs about 273lbs, but contrary to popular belief has no major medical conditions and is in fairly good shape. Namoi's arms and legs are decently toned, at least outwardly, she's a lot stronger than she looks.

Personality:
Naomi is a reliable young woman who often keeps to herself. She's quiet, likes to focus on her work, or whatever else she's focused on like reading her books. Naomi likes to wander around the ship and help out when needed outside of her normal duties, be it helping with dinner or simply holding a light/handing over tools. She's the type of person who, for the most part, keeps her head on straight. The calm and collected type who tends to freak out later in private or bottle it all up for unforseen consequences later. Speaking of, Naomi is a very private person. She dislikes people prying into her life, especially people who haven't gained her trust yet. Which isn't a hard task to do, but it's not that easy either.

Biography:
Born in the Luna Colony to simple farmer parents, Naomi had a fairly simple life for the first years of it. From brith until she was about 6 years old, it seemed like her life would eventually end up in the same, repetitive pattern her parents did. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing...Naomi actually enjoyed it. Her mother would home school her and after that, her father would show her how everything worked. Things would change however, when her parents decided to take a trip to visit some family in the Venus colony. Her cousin was turning 10, and it seemed like a great way to reconnect with everyone they had missed. During the flight however, something went wrong. There was a power surge that knocked some of the ship systems out of order, and when they kicked back in a few minutes later, an Android turned and attacked whoever was closest. Then one by one, Android after Android, they started attacking, at least that's what Naomi thought was going on. Chaos erupted on the ship, screams echoed through the halls as everyone else tried to find a place to hide. The escape pods were gone all too quickly, and Naomi and her parents were some of the unlucky few left behind. Naomi, along with a few other children were hidden away in a small storage hold with what supplies the adults could gather.

For almost a week, they were in that hold, hearing nothing but screams and scattered gun fire. And eventually, silence. Until one day the ship came to a crashing halt, the human military boarding to try and salvage the situation. When they began their sweep of the ship, the soliders found not only the Androids, but the hackers responsible for the attack on with a few survivors. Among them Naomi's mother, who had unfortunately suffered a mental break witnessing the carnage. She was take off ship with the two other survivors (who to public knowledge both died later on). The children were found a few hours after the ship was cleared of hostiles. Cowering in a corner, there was one child on her feet, and staring down the soliders who toered over her, armed with a small piece of scrap metal. Naomi had decided that if death was their fate, she'd give the others a chance. Thankfully, she wasn't faced with chosing a fight or life. One of the soliders seemed impressed seeing this instead of...deeply concerned. This man, was Major Paul Hart. With her father dead, and her mother in no state to care for her any longer, once she had been processed by Child Protective Services, Naomi was adopted by the Major.

Her life changed from a simple life on the Luna Colony to the chaotic life of being raised in Military ships. Wherever her adoptive father was stationed, so was Naomi. She would virtually attend a school specifically made for the children of soliders, wander around the ships, and often hang out with the soldiers. Being raised by a bunch of hardened veterans seems like it would be a bad thing but...Naomi took to the life surprisingly well. Once she was a little older, Naomi would start to sneak her way into training, watching the soliders. It wasn't long before father learned of this, and allowed her join in on one condition. She try to pursue a life that wasn't in the military. Obviously, that went very well. As soon as she graduated, Naomi enlisted in the military. With her previous training, she flew through basic training, but developed an interest in a slightly different field along the way. Medical, specifically, and with the help of her father, actually began a nursing program. It was a lot to balance, but there was plenty of internships she could take on different ships.

At 20 years old, Naomi was stationed on a frigate that took part in a rescue mission deep in hostile territory. It was during this mission that Namoi would discover her love to Emergency Triage. If she was on earth, the woman definitely would have decided to work in an ER. But working with the rush of life or death, danger around every corner, Namoi loved it. The mission was a success, and after talking it through with her father, Naomi decided that this was the best way forward for her. Paul might have wanted her to have a semi normal life...but she's happy. That's what matters. He is not too happy though, that she joined the Avian Expedition, but once again...not much he can do about that.

Other:
Naomi's favourite animal are Sharks. Doesn't matter what kind of sharks, she loves them. There's a worn out, 3 foot long Great White plush on her bunk at all times. And she once started a fist fight to get it back from some asshat. It's a very well known story.

 

[Lord Saethos]

Eichkern Baren Vanderdrecht

Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 28
Race: Deimosian
Ethnicity: Earthling Ancestry, Unspecified European Descent
Home: Neraeis

Occupation:
Current: Soldier, Survivalist, Repair Technician (weapons, armor, vehicles, etc.), Hunter
Former: Fighter Pilot, Special Operations, Knight

Appearance: Red sclera, and jet black skin and hair, like all Deimosians. Eichkern appears to have European ancestry, but it's impossible to discern from where specifically at this point. His skin (body and face) has what appears to be scar damage (another feature all Deimosians share), primarily the "crinkly" appearance of burn scars. These scars are noticeable, but do not obscure his facial features (nose, lips, eyelids, etc.), they only create that "crinkly" texture across the skin. Eichkern might (by some) be considered handsome, certainly among Deimosians, but even among some non-Deimosians who can look past the scar damage.

Personality: Cold, ruthless, and cruel... Is the exact opposite of Eichkern. Despite his appearance, most of his comrades know him for being a pleasant, even gentlemanly fellow. He can be mellow and sardonic, but behind all that is a man who's carved out his own moral code, one that often comes into conflict with the dominant religion among his people.

Biography:
Eichkern was born on the happy, peaceful, cheery world of Neraeis, where everything tries to kill you, including the inhabitants, and the tourists. His parents were both soldiers, not at all extrodinary on a planet where 100% of inhabitants were in the military. When they weren't in battle however, his father was a mine worker, and his mother was a cargo transportation specialist, which mostly involved air and spacecraft, but occasionally ground transport as well.

From a young age, Eichkern's eyes never rested on one place for too long, he always had the adventurous spirit of an adventurer, and as time went on he would hone his skills and interests to reflect that. By 16, he was conscripted into the military reserves for training and further education, and by 18 was anointed into the Neraesian Armed Forces. During an attack by a large scale mercenary company (funded by large, Earth based mining conglomerates), Eichkern distinguished himself quickly as a fighter pilot. The Deimosian Air and Space Forces helped clear the skies of invaders, and on more than a few occasions did Eichkern narrowly avoid death.

Despite this, their best efforts weren't enough to prevent all of the mercenary force from landing. When returning to the ground, Eichkern was quickly redeployed on the front lines as a Knight, donning the signature black armor of Deimosian Knights, a blackened sword, and a battle rifle. The incursion (one of many) only lasted a few months, and would not be the last one Eichkern would assist in repelling.

While on Neraeis, Eichkern also became a skilled hunter, a much demanded profession for a planet teeming with dangerous fauna. This is where he began to further improve his survivalist skills, learning how to traverse and survive one of the most hostile, semi-habitable landscapes in chartered space.

But by 20, he'd had his fill of fighting in the wars for Neraeis, or more specifically, he tired of the rigid dogma of the Deimosian faith. What they preached could not resonate with Eichkern. And so he left his home world, traveled all across civilized space, and explored every world he possibly could. It was on his journey that he encountered Reinhardt Richtofen, a German Earthling, and the founder of the Private Military Company "Rote Ritter Kompanie". The Red Knights Regiment.

Reinhardt had a strict moral code, trying to do what he found just, and to render assistance only to those fighting for a good cause. When the various factions and parties interested in reclaiming Neraeis came to him for aid, he flatly refused. Seeing the needless death and destruction the wars had taken, as well as the almost certain losses the Red Knights would incur, he recognized any attempt at attacking Neraeis to be both pointless, and immoral. He remained staunchly neutral, and the Red Knights are now one of the few military factions that can safely navigate Deimosian space. In fact, the Red Knights now often act as mediators and traders between Neraeis and other systems. Unrelated to this fact, Deimosians often regard the Red Knights as "Touched by Strength", due to their incredible performance in combat, as well as their cunning and foresight.

While in the Red Knights, Eichkern distinguished himself even further as both a skilled combatant, and a survivalist. On many occasions he'd gotten the Knights through to places they'd never been able to reach before, survive encounters with monstrous alien creatures, and hostile armed forces.

A year ago, Eichkern finally left the Red Knights to pursue new goals and ambitions, but he remains a full member of the Regiment. For the most part he has traveled, seen what the other planets have to offer, but now he finds himself yearning for something new, something unseen. And what better way to achieve that than by joining an expidition into the hidden depths of space?

Other: Armor, Blaster Pistol, Sword (Placeholder), Helmet (to be added later)

 

[PiePillager]

Name: Atuk'Kuta

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 982

Race: Ensindijee

Ethnicity: Beetle-Mound

Home: Krostava

Occupation: Archaeologist/Lab Technician

Appearance: Despite his intimidating appearance, Atuk is an avid student of cultures long past and would rather keep his mind on the books than threaten anyone. The (relatively) young Ensindijee is dedicated to uncovering the long lost histories of galactic civilizations past. He has a pleasant, boisterous demeanor and is always ready to educate the younger races he encounters about civilizations past over long discussions and a good drink.

Personality: Most who know him from the younger races would describe him as behaving not too dissimilarly from an old man, but to an Ensindijee this is merely a mark of young adulthood. The truly old of their race are far stranger...far more reclusive in their wisdom for the most part. Something Atuk intends to change for the better. He is a jovial sort, if a bit eccentric and pompous at times.

Biography: From a young age, he sought out history. The history of his people, of others. Of those who existed even before his people did. He sought to document them, to discover a greater purpose to the workings of the cosmos. And what good were these discoveries if he did not share them with others? Why, it would be no good at all! But his people....they did not agree with his thoughts of being forthcoming to the younger races. They wanted him to horde knowledge instead of spreading it.

On some level, he agreed. Some things were simply to dangerous to be left out in the open. But to deny people the knowledge of the foundations the universe stood upon. Such discoveries could benefit everyone for the greater good of the civilized peoples of the galaxy. No, this was a stance he was would be undeterred in. And luckily for him, the greatest opportunity soon presented itself. He came into contact with Yonkoi scientists and began to work with them in uncovering the ruined temples of a previously unknown prehistoric subspecies of their kind. As his reputation and fame shot up, so did the number of people interested in his abilities among the Avian Expedition.




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[Qazi]

Name Renée ‘Rat’ Pichot
Pronouns He/Him
Age 42
Race Human
Ethnicity Peruvian-French
Home Earth
Occupation Chaplain
Appearance A long, lean figure, of six feet or so. Balding on the top, he wears his hair in a skullet and keeps a beard too: salt-and-pepper, whitening around the edges. He wears prescription eyeglasses, a product of refusing to receive corrective surgeries. Perhaps the most notable feature in his face is the scarring to the right of his forehead, the product of shell fragments; it is not too noticeable by itself, though it may strike others as an oddity.
Personality An intelligent, curious man, he owes his nickname to the curious shape of his face—a ratty, almost equine sort—than anything concerning his personality. While he can perhaps be insensitive sometimes, in spite of being a chaplain, it is only due to his intellectual fascinations and a tendency towards self-absorbed pondering. Normally, he is empathetic, deliberate, occasionally excitable, and loves to talk with others. His biggest flaw might be his indecisive nature: he would prefer to think about problems when, in fact, he ought to be doing something about them. He calls it ‘Hamletʼs disease.’ He is generally patient, possessing of a long fuse, but may give in to bursts of anger when pushed enough. For that, he blames his past.
Biography Born in New Arequipa, the better part of his childhood and youth was uneventful. He was born to a family of scholars, academics, and among three older siblings he was the black sheep—wanderlust and restlessness led him to sign up with the Pacific Corporationʼs military and security forces, which eventually ended with a discharge due to injuries received in the corporate wars of Mars. Although his life is sprinkled generously with curious events, many of them contributing to his turn from the military to more scholarly pursuits, none of them are monumental enough to warrant exposition. After a listless period following his post-injury rehabilitation, he joined the ‘Society of Exploration & Xylography,’ where he served briefly as an archivist and a registrar, before involving himself in field duty and exploration duties. Driven again by his enduring wanderlust, he decided to sign up for the Avian Expedition.
Other He loves reading old Earth literature, and literature of various other planets as well. He is proficient in several languages.