Futuristic Eternal Sea's (Space Pirate RP) (Accepting)

[Verse Zero]

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  A picture of Zamyra before she joined the Orion Navy.
  
  
  Name: Zamyra Drakazha (pronounced like Zah-mir-aa Draak-asha)
  
  
  Nickname/Alias: "Bloodmoon" and "Scourge of the Sagittarius Arm."
  
  
  Age: 125 (Due to rejuvenation technology)
  
  
  Birthdate: December 30th
  
  
  Position on Ship: Captain
  
  
  Gender:Female
  
  
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  
  
  Relationship Status: Single
  
  
  Height: 5ft 11
  
  
  Weight: 150
  
  
  Body Type: Zamyra is athletic and lithe due to years of travel and hardship. Her past military background still makes her keep a strict physical regimen on top of her captaincy.
  
  
  Current Appearance: Zamyra looks to be in her mid to late twenties due to alleged rejuvenate treatments she managed to procure. Her only major change aside from a scar on her right cheek is an eye patch covering her left eye. She did not lose the eye, but it is instead a bionic eye allowing her to see in infrared, thermal, and ultra-violet in addition to sonar.
  
  
  
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  Zamyra was born on Solaria, a colony far to spinward in the Orion Arm, though she never tells the crew any of this. Born to farming parents high in the mountains of her arguably beautiful home world she yearned for what lay beyond the skies of her planet. Eventually joining up with the Orion Royal Navy and earning a commission as a captain due to successful pirate hunting and excellent track record. But there was a falling out with her superiors in the Admiralty over a moral issue as Zamyra alleges; resulting in her stealing the Aeternia and fleeing the Royal Space Yards over Sirius Prime.
  
  
  Since then Zamyra has been on the run, and has traveled wide. Entering the Sagittarius Arm she earned a fearsome reputation for raiding commerce vessels, preying on civilian liners, and on ten separate occasions even scoring victories against unsuspecting military vessels. Her join or die policy only added to the reputation. Though she was not just a cruel Space Pirate. Her deeds due abound with trashing a corporate convoy of expensive goods that she para-dropped on the slums of the industrial world Athenae XII.
  
  
  Skills: Naval Officer-ship, Chess, and an adept hands at cards. Zamyra is also a master in the Auroran martial arts of energy bending which while exhaustive has saved her more than once.

 

[Darksoul180]

-Marchosias 'Oblivion Glare' Luxton-

[[Work In Progress]]
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• Basic
• Abilities and Equipment
• Appearance
• Personality
• Past
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  Full Name: Marchosias 'Oblivion Glare' Luxton
  
  
  Nicknames/Aliases: Marco, Bos ´n
  
  
  Age: 49
  
  
  Birthday: December 1st
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  Occupation: Boatswain
  
  
  Prior Occupation: Bounty Hunter
  
  
  ((FYI: It is not pronounced "Boat-Swain" it is "boht-sweyn" or "bos ´n" The Boatswian is typically one of the higher ups on the ship, he is the one who keeps it running, and makes sure it is in good shape, often refereed to as the 3rd or 4th mate, and is often given a larger some of gold for his duties. For his role is to keep everyone under him in line and making sure the ship is working and clean.))
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  • Leather Cat o' Nine Tails: Marco's basic weapon, for discipline and war. It's a much larger build on the normal Cat o' Nine Tails, and also has small crystals impeded into the weaving. These crystals are special in the fact that they are powerfully enough to rip apart armor, and more importantly flay the skin. Typically you will find that Marco keeps his Cat o' Nine Tails either covered in sea-salt for when he is disciplining, or when at war he sometimes coats it with a poison, toxin, or sometimes even oil.
    
  • Concussive Brass Knuckles: Enhanced Brass Knuckles, that have more force of knock back when used, almost like an small explosion. This is what Marco turns to when facing an armored opponent, or when in a heated bar fight.
    
  • Hidden Eye Laser: Marco's right eye was replaced with a robotic laser, that he uses in his signature "Death Stare", the laser is rather short range, it's full power is most effective at a foot away from his face, and powerful enough to cut through diamond.
    

  
  
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  • Cursed Spinal Cervical Vertebrae: Increases natural strength and growth, making the owner of the curse to almost be on par with a giant. Although works like an Achilles Heel. Giving him enhanced durability whilst making the back of the neck a huge weak point, any sort of attack can leave the affected of the curse in extreme pain, or even death. Though the rest of his body is almost resistant to pain and able to absorb a lot more punishment than that of a normal being, though can still be dismembered. In Marco's case it is almost like a natural armor. How this works is thought that the Cursed Object works like a parasite, it digs in and replaces the Vertebrae of its victim upon activation. Due to the high pain in that area, it makes it extremely hard or impossible to surgically remove. It's appearance is that of a small almost clockwork handle in place of the Cervical part of the Spine.
    
  • Flask Of Arcadia: A larger flask that is said to turn whatever liquid put into it id converted into pure water. Although, the water is addicting and whomever drinks it becomes obsessed and will have withdraws without it.
    
  • Normal Flasks: Marco has a few more flasks he carries on him, one holding his favorite Spiced Rum, the other carrying oil, another holding a poison or toxin he may have picked up, and the last holding Salty bilge-water. Each labeled in braille.
    
  • Zippo Lighter: Normal zippo lighter. Keep full most of the time.
    
  • Pocket Multi-Tool: Comes equip with small scissors, a small laser cutter, a knife, nail file, can opener, bottle opener, toothpick, pliers, flat and phillips head screwdriver.
    

  
  
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  • Heightened Senses
    
  • Increased Size
    
  • Increased Strength
    
  • Hand to Hand Combat
    
  • Grappling Skills
    
  • High Pain Tolerance
    
  • Body Durability
    
  • Intimidating
    

  
  
  Fighting Style: Marco likes to torture his foes he plays and toys with them, lashes at them, and using his size and strength to manhandle them. He is blind, so he has to relay on his other senses more. He has a heightened hearing level. Even someone trying to sneak up on him has a hard time, as he will sometimes hear even the creek in a bone. And sometimes the beat of a heart. Though, he has been outsmarted numerous times, and he has a hard time dealing with faster foes. Although his size and ability to beat people down with his brass knuckles and then lash them around is what he banks on in all fights. When winning a fight he usually can be heard laughing up a maniacal storm.
  
  
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  • Thousand Lashes: Marco holds up his opponent by their lower half with one hand, and whips away with the other, after severing as many wounds as he can, he tosses them aside and spitting on them before taking a swig from his favorite flask before taking a shot of his favorite Spiced Rum.
    
  • Look Into Death's Eyes: "Aye, An't no man see Ol' Marco's eyes. At least no whove lived to tell the tale. Them whom be tellin' thee legend say his eyes hold a treasure no mortal scurvy dog can comprehend." Marco pulls his opponent in close to his face, and pulls up his bandanna and lets his high powered laser go full force on there face. He only does this to worthy opponents he has defeated. He tells no one about his robotic laser in place of his eye. He does everything he can to protect the secret of his legend.
    

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  (Picture for Reference, but not actual appearance. Similar style hair and facial structure)
  
  
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  Hair: Shoulder Length, Light Brown, Often dirty, has one longer strip of beaded hair that hangs out of his bandanna on the front right.
  
  
  Beard: The Winnfield
  
  

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  Eyes: Only has his left eye that has a pale white iris and no pupil. His Right eye was surgically replaced with a high-powered optical laser. (His eye's are not known of or about, only legends are told what is under his bandanna)
  
  

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  Height: 7'1''
  
  
  Weight: 318 lbs
  
  
  Build: Husky, Hairy, Large, Wide Shoulders, muscular.
  
  

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  • Left Ear: 3 piercings, sporting a bronze, silver, and gold stud going up his ear from the lobe.
    
  • Right Ear: Silver Industrial Bar.
    
  • Lip: Lip Ring on the right of his lower lip.
    
  • Back: Large Tattoo of a Gothic skull sporting a similar bandanna to the one he wears. Visible stitches and large deformity in his spine from a surgical implant.
    
  • Left Arm: His hand is mostly bio-robotic, upper arm tattoo of a serpent wrapping up to his shoulder
    
  • Right Arm: Tattoo of a list of notable people he has killed. (Prison Tattoo)
    

  
  
  Clothing Style: Wears a Dark Grey Bandanna over the top of his head and covering his eyes. The bandanna has a slightly offset skull on it, that looks like it was always attempted to be worn right above the bridge of his nose. He wears a striped blue and grey shirt under his heavy leather overcoat. He wears Long dark brown pants that are a bit warn, and also sports leather finger-less gloves. For shoes he treads around in black leather boots with tons of straps.
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Overall Description: Marco is a brute in all senses of the word. He is ruthless, sadistic, violent, savage, loud, and does not care much for manners. He tends to but in on everyone's business all the time. He has a slight manner of respect as he will not act completely out of line to those above him, although he doesn't think many people above him. Marco loves to have a good time, he attempts to play games such as darts and poker, although his blindness leaves him at a bit of a disadvantage, though his luck sometimes prevails. Marco is also always a generally happy person, always laughing and smiling, although sometimes it is because he is enjoying plumbing someone to the ground. He does not often get serious even when fighting for his life. He laughs at death, and laughs at pretty much anyone trying to take him down.
  
  
  Although a rare sight, if you befriend Marco and he has a reason to respect you, he is a very cheery and insightful and fun friend. Very protective of his belongings, and friends. Although he has few people he likes, and even fewer friends.
  
  
  Manner of Speech Marco's voice is low and grumpily but almost always upbeat and cheery. When annoyed his voice turns into a loud commanding shout.
  
  
  Examples of Speech:
  
  
  "Ye think ye can take me below?" *Booming Laughter* "Me would heartly enjoy to see ye try."
  
  
  "Whar is th' spiced rum!"
  
  
  "If i lash ye skin a wee bit maybe ye gunna learn to shut up when bein' spoken too!"
  
  
  "Have ye ever peered into deaths eyes?"
  
  
  Flaws: Blindness, Overly Confident, OCD, Alcoholic, Overly Large Loud, No Sense of Stealth, Arrogance, Greed
  
  
  Skills: Memorization, Heightened Senses, Darts, Drinking, Breaking Things, Lifting, Numbers
  
  
  Likes: Keeping things Orderly, People in Pain, Laughing, Schandenfreude, Blunt Beat Downs, Melee Range, His Legend, Money
  
  
  Dislikes: Disorganization, Messes, People, Losing his Belongings, Thieves, Swords, Guns, Annoying People, Religion, Politics.
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
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[Ancalagoner]

• General Info
• Appearance
• Abilities and Equipment
• Relationships

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  Name: Tiffany "Francis" Drake
  
  
  Nickname/Alias: "Francis Drake II", "The Dragon", and "The Blood Moon's Alpha Wolf"
  
  
  Age: 57 (She looks younger only due to genetics.)
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexuality: Demiromantic Pansexual
  
  
  Position: Quartermaster (The Quartermaster is (technically) considered to be the premier authority during peacetime, almost going so far as to be equal to the captain. She is in charge of representing the crew's interests to the captain, maintaining order, settling disputes between crew members, handle punishments that don't require a full-on trial-by-shipmate, distributing essentials such as food and water, maintaining the ship's balance books and other records, and captaining the first additional ship they capture until it's either sold or otherwise dealt with. She is given an increased share of loot for her service, as well as the right to first pick of it.)
  
  
  Personality: Tiffany is a very no-nonsense individual, taking her job extremely seriously and carrying out her duties with meticulous precision. You want to see who's eaten what in the past six months? Tiffany's got you covered. You want to see a particularly interesting document? She made 3 copies of it just in case. A dispute at a game of cards? She's memorized all the rules for all the variations her crewmates play. And if that dispute turns violent, she is more than willing to put her boot down and..."discipline" the offenders. She doesn't emote much more than intensity, though her words and actions demonstrate she does feel the standard gamut of empathy.
  
  
  If there is one quality Ms. Drake has that most people could agree was good, it is her loyalty. Come hell or high water/supernovas/black holes/debt collectors, she will always do what she believes to be right for the captain and crew. She will never intentionally betray them for any reason, and she would gladly sacrifice any number of people (including herself) for their sake. She has, in fact, slaughtered entire colonies purely for the sake of protecting/avenging those who serve alongside her.
  
  
  Tiffany's sense of self-worth is slightly skewed. She does recognize that her life has value, and she will fight to protect it more often than not. That being said, she does believe that her death would be a small price to pay if it aided the crew. She would rather it not come to that, granted, but she won't hesitate to follow through if she must. She does whatever she can to make sure her crewmates are as well as can be expected, which admittedly sometimes means busting their skulls when they're being idiots.
  
  
  Drake is tough, but she is fair. Everyone gets their share of the loot...unless someone sat on their ass and didn't contribute at all, in which case that person gets diddly-shit. She does her best to remain impartial when arguments erupt between crewmates, and she tries to keep the punishments she deals out reasonable. She treats prisoners with at least some modicum of respect, as at least some of those bilgerats just may be future members of the crew. That being said, she's only mortal, and one who pushes her too far will quickly discover that she is not one to shy away from brutality when she feels it's warranted.
  
  
  Likes: The Crew, Fighting, Being of Use
  
  
  Dislikes: Everyone Not On the Crew, Infighting Between Crewmates, Being Useless, The Whole "Francis" Thing
  
  
  History: Tiffany Drake was born in one of the Ursa Major sub-sectors to a pair of workers in the industrial complexes that litter the constellation. She soon decided that factory work was too droll and not the life for her, so she joined the local Navy as soon as she was eligible. She rose through the ranks at a surprising rate, causing many around the young soldier to question whether she truly deserved it or whether she was..."procuring favors". Drake herself would insist on the former, and her skills would imply she was being truthful, but there's really no way to tell.
  
  
  At any rate, Tiffany served aboard a frigate (the U.M.S. Justicar) for five years, receiving praise from her superiors and frequent threats from her "siblings"-in-arms for her service. She tended to ignore both, simply doing what she was required to do and not minding the squawking of those around her. She was content with that life; it wasn't the best, but it gave her the opportunity to explore among the stars, as well as a peace of mind that her home had failed to provide. However, the Justicar was lost in a pirate attack, and Tiffany was among those listed as M.I.A. by the brass.
  
  
  The years between that point and her joining with Zamyra's crew are ones that Tiffany point-blank refuses to discuss with anyone. She has hinted that it was...unpleasant, but she has yet to elaborate. She will, however, admit that as bad as it (apparently) was, it could've been even worse. The only other clue as to what went down during that period of her life is the fact that plenty of her scars were gained during it, though obviously not all of them.
  
  
  Joining the crew of the Aeternia had been a surprisingly simple affair. She'd just sort of...been stumbled upon by the ship one day, and she'd joined almost immediately after the offer was made. It didn't take long for her to integrate with the rest of the crew, and just like that, she was one of them. At the ripe old age of 25, Tiffany had finally found her calling in life. She would never be able to put into words just how grateful she was for that.
  
  
  What she couldn't put into words, she decided to put into actions. Tiffany soon proved herself to be a terror on the battlefield, and she similarly proved that she was fairly good at getting people to shut up and listen soon after. As her skills just kept increasing and her reputation began to grow, she was soon made the Quartermaster, a position which she has retained ever since. Despite that, she gained the nickname "Francis" almost immediately because of her last name, a fact which never fails to annoy the bajeezus out of her.
  
  
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  "The lives of our crew matter. The lives of yours do not." - Tiffany just before she executes an enemy pirate crew.
  
  
  "The next one of you ingrates to call me 'Francis' is getting Swabbie duties for a month." - Tiffany expressing her distaste for her oldest nickname.
  
  
  "'A rabble of rabid dogs'? Wrong. We are not dogs; we are wolves, the Blood Moon's Favored Pack. You'd best learn to hold your tongue, 'captain', or you just may feel this wolf's jaws tearing out your throat." - Tiffany unwittingly gaining her alias of 'The Blood Moon's Alpha Wolf" by threatening a panicked cruise liner captain.
  
  
  
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  Besides what's in the picture, Tiffany also wears a pair of black officer's pants, a simple gold-colored belt, a pair of black buckle-up boots, and a pair of white gloves. She keeps her sword sheathed and her pistol holstered on her left hip, and her rifle is kept slung across her back. She has a multitude of scars underneath her clothes from her tumultuous lifestyle, the most prominent being a large x-marked scar that dominates her upper back.
  
  
  Height: 5'6"
  
  
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  Skills: Fighting in General, Keeping Order, Paperwork, Attending to the Crew's Needs
  
  
  Abilities: Tiffany is one of the best warriors on the crew, which (along with her rather intense manner and fondness for fairness) is one of the things that allows her to remain the Quartermaster. She has killed far more people than would typically be expected of a lackey, and has proven herself to be a master of sabers, pistols, and her rifle. Her inability to falter, no matter the amount of wounds she sustains or atrocities she commits, has caused her to become a literal nightmare for more than one mariner. She has no cybernetics, and has shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that she does not need them.
  
  
  When it comes to fighting, Tiffany lives by two main ideologies: "Overkill is only the best kind of kill if it's off the ship" and "When the going gets tough, the tough fight dirty." When she is on the ship, Drake doesn't use any more force than is necessary, as she doesn't want to damage the vessel. When off the ship, all bets are off; she'll do whatever it takes to win. In general, there are no lows that the Quartermaster will not stoop to (beyond harming the ship or its crew) in order to secure the victory. Whether it be an honorable duel, shooting an enemy captain in the nads, or burning a colony to the ground, she has no regards to decency in combat. She will do what she must. All in her way will be extinguished.
  
  
  As the Quartermaster, Drake is basically the crew's babysitter, and she has gotten very good at her job. She has developed an almost preternatural sense of when shit is going down between shipmates, and she has learned that most uncanny of skills: apparently appearing and disappearing at will whenever someone takes their eyes off of her for even a second. She has made it a point to learn the strengths and weaknesses of every member of the crew just in case she needs to..."pacify" them, and her use of that knowledge has made facing her wrath rather a terrifying prospect to the rank and file.
  
  
  Equipment: Tiffany has four pieces of equipment that have served her exceptionally well over the decades. The first is her heat saber. It is classified as an energy weapon, but unlike most such things, it has a solid blade. The classification comes from the extreme amount of heat the blade can generate, which is so intense that it allows her to cut through most armor with ease. The blade itself is made of a special alloy that allows it to withstand that heat without being melted into slag, as well as allowing it to block actual energy attacks. It doesn't quite have the edge that a true laser sword would have, but the fact that it has a physical blade means that things that disrupt and/or negate energy weapons wouldn't make it completely useless.
  
  
  The second is a laser pistol in the shape of a flintlock pistol. The appearance is just for show; it is, by all accounts, little more than a standard issue weapon. It doesn't have more or less ability than a typical laser pistol, though that does mean that it isn't restricted to the single shot that its appearance would imply. It's been somewhat optimized, but even so, it's nothing truly special; it is simply a bit more efficient than normal.
  
  
  The third is probably her most infamous weapon, which is the rifle she is often seen carrying. She affectionately refers to it as a "Blunderbazooka", and with good reason. Despite it's appearance, it is actually a heavy weapon, being to a laser rifle what an anti-material rifle would be to bolt-action sniper rifle. It is by far the most heavily optimized of Tiffany's weapons; she has increased its "ammo" capacity from five to twenty, and has increased the penetrating and burning power of its attack even further. However, these attributes do not come without cost; an increase in power means an increase in generated heat, and that is a fact that she has yet to be able to get around. She can fire up to three shots before she must wait for the rifle to cool down, lest she risk it overheating and exploding in her face. In addition, the rifle's kickback has required her to constantly train her upper-body strength in order to withstand, and its nature makes it untenable at close range. It uses a self-recharging "clip" for ammunition; recharging one shot would only take a minute or two, but recharging the entire thing could take up to an hour.
  
  
  The fourth piece of equipment that must be considered is her goggles. Their primary functions are three-fold: it possesses night-vision, a zooming function, and can be used to track people if data is gained, as well as identify certain objects if she has them within its database.
  
  
  
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  Zamyra - She's the Captain. She's always been the Captain, and to Tiffany she'll always be the Captain. The Quartermaster doesn't always understand her, but that doesn't really matter; Tiffany will follow wherever she leads. Fighting a black hole with your fists would be easier than shaking Drake's faith in Drakazha. That being said, Zamyra is most emphatically not above the ship's rules, and Tiffany will treat the Captain the same as she would any other member of the crew when the situation warrants it.
  
  
  Desmond - Tiffany considers Desmond to be fairly intelligent and reasonably trustworthy. She doesn't mind his familiarity on the Aeternia, but she is not a fan of his habit of continuing it when "on-the-clock". She tends to reward him with extra tech requisition request forms instead of extra booze rations when he exceeds expectations during an operation.
  
  
  Maxwell - Tiffany makes it a point to go down to the medical bay and talk with him every so often; she's functionally incapable of feeling depressed, and so doesn't find talking with the good doctor to be the Debbie Downer that most of the crew does. He may or may not cheat during their infrequent games of cards, but as she is by far the worst abuser of card game rules loopholes of anyone on the ship, it mostly evens out regardless. She finds his habit of resetting his A.I. to factory settings out of sudden impulse rather than true need to be annoying and a potential liability; if it continues, she'll have to have some words with him about it.
  
  
  Jerry - She appreciates his loyalty. That being said, he has the same familiarity problem that Desmond does, only infinitely worse. She has often reprimanded and penalized him and his squad for brutalizing potential shipmates before they could be given The Choice. It probably didn't take long to learn who, exactly, was responsible for the Damnable Francis, and the beating that likely followed it would have been a thing of amazing catharsis. His taste in songs is tragically underdeveloped.
  
  
  Jade - TBD
  
  
  Solar - TBD
  
  
  Casey - TBD
  
  
  

 

[Deathchart]

Basic Info

Name: Desmond Regime


Aliases: Raven


Age: 21


Sex: Male


Height: 6' 2"


Weight: 170 pounds


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Occupation: Engineer


Previous occupation: Technological terrorist

Appearance

This is the general look of Desmond. He is very skinny and looks like a normal teenager when he's not wearing his equipment. Everything is pretty much like the picture. He is rarely seen without his equipment on and anybody who sees him this way would have to be very close to him. He wears glasses when he's not working and he's just walking around the ship with no job. He prefers to wear jeans and other old fashioned clothes when he's relaxing. That being said he usually never stops working so most will never see him this way.

abilities and equipment

Special abilities: Desmond is a natural when it comes to technology, he can fix anything given enough time, he's a natural at puzzles, math is his best subject, he's skilled at the art of robotics, and can make an assortment of wepons.


Specific equipment: Desmond uses all sorts of different tools and gadgets many he makes that day or previously. He does however have three main tools he uses,

1. His powered suit


This suit has many different little tools and such hidden inside it. It is his main outfit. It allows for some protection against attackers along with some means to dish out damage. It is however not made for long battles and harsh climates therefor requires quite a bit of repair after use in combat.

2. His pistol


Desmond's pistol is unique. It was given to him by his teacher as a token of manhood. This pistol has a multitude of features. It has special ammunition that spreads inside it's victim and destroys the body in seconds. The nanobots inside the bullet eats most metals and flesh. The gun shoots conventional bullets as well. Desmond has studied it over time and has made specialized ammo for it. From acid bullets to tracker chips. The pistol however does only shoot once and has to be reloaded every time it's fired.

3.Powered Gauntlets


These gauntlets were created when robotics started becoming popular in law enforcement. The earlier models were heavy and burdensome but the newer ones are light and inconspicuous. These gauntlets allow the user to emit massive waves of electricity into the object the user is holding, wither that be a human or machine. The voltage can be set to stun, paralize, lethal, or evaporate. Obviously the higher the setting the more charge it takes. Desmond has modified it somewhat but not too much in fear of breaking the expensive weapon.

Personality

Overall:Desmond is a very nice person. He usually doesn't have a problem with anybody until they provoke him. That being said he has a very strong hatred for those in uniform. He loves to talk about his newest invention or somebody else's achievements. He will almost always be working on something but will take time to chat if someone needs to talk to him. When he's working on something you will have to physically touch him to get his attention. That being said he is still very aware of his surroundings. He is very neat. His workspace is very clean and he hates it when people don't do their job. He was raised to always be a gentleman. He has a sweet spot for dogs. He also enjoys cats but find dogs more lovable.


Voice: Desmond has a very soft voice and can be hard to hear sometimes. That being said he sounds like he has years of wisdom even though he's only a young adult. A lot of people find his voice soothing and calming.

History

Desmond was a young boy at age 4 when he started to learn how to play with a computer. He loved it and his upper class parents could definitely afford him the best. He was about 6 when his father was suspected of smuggling illegal merchandise through the port he worked at. Unfortunately for Desmond his father did smuggle illegal items. His father had to cut some clients to make sure he didn't draw enough attention to himself. One of these clients was the previous engineer on the Aeternia, Richard Maximus. Richard was angry at Desmond's father for cutting him out of his imports. So in turn Richard had suggested attacking a cruise ship that Desmond's family was on. The ship was looted and many died but Desmond's parents were spared. Richard took Desmond and said that he wanted them to know that their son would lead a life of crime now. Just like his scumbag father. Using a new machine Richard had "obtained" Richard could wipe Desmond's memory and replace it with a new one. This new memory is that his parents left him and he was found by Richard. Richard then took him in as an apprentice after he saw how well Desmond worked with computers and other technology. Desmond grew up and decided to leave the ship and join a terrorist group known as Destiny's hand. He built then high tech wepons and defences for years. Then Desmond got a call from Richard. Richard was sick and couldn't afford any treatment. He knew Desmond had surpassed even his own skill with technology. He needed a replacement. Desmond said he would do it. Desmond was happy to repay Richard for the life he gave him that his parents could not. With Richards dying breath he gave Desmond the pistol he now uses and declared Desmond a man. He was 18 when this happened. Over time he made a name for himself and helped the Aeternia stay up to date if not ahead in the technology field. At age 19 he made the automated cleaning system for the ship. There were no need to have low end swabbies on the ship anymore. Less people means more loot for everybody else. He also modified the ships magnetic lock to affect other materials such as wood and non-magnetic materials. Now he resides inside the ship doing his daily duties and keeping the ship running.

Relationships

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[tommo020]

Full Name: Tommo Evans


Nicknames/Aliases: Tommy Two Guns


Age: 34


Sex: Male


Sexuality: Bisexual


Occupation: squad leader (leader of what Tommo likes to call the wolf pack, the elite pirates that are always the first in the battle)


Appearance: A fit guy, standing at an average of 5'10. He wears a bandanna and plenty of scars, two laser pistols and a luxury ceromional sword at his side that's all he needs. He has a hard face which would be harsh on most people but suits him and almost makes him look ruggedly handsome.


Personality: the people who know Tommo sum him up as harsh but fair. He sees his squad of 10 experienced men and women as family but would never tell them that. On the battlefield he is a whirlwind of steel and laser once you see him you usually have seconds left to live unless he sees promise in you. A man you want on your side in a fight but also am argument and albeit being too stubborn he is very persuasive.


History: not much is known about Tommo but what is often is uneventful he has always been a coach of sorts. He started his life as a wannabe chef which he quickly mastered and eventually went on to train some of the galaxies top cooks. The Grand ship he worked on was attacked by pirates and that's where it all changed, the captain of his original crew saw him as a prize to have the famous chef cooking the meals the crew morale would never be destroyed. He quickly learnt that he was also very skilled at combat and became famous for taking a whole trade ship leading just a small group of 5 men. Three years ago he joined his current crew and the rest was history.


(Sorry about the text formatting as I had write it all on my phone)

 

[Yonsisac]

"Dont get the wrong idea....It will be a painless death i swear to my core....No fingers cross hehehe~"




{Name}

Jade Face

{Age}

95 Years since being awake

96 Years since creation

107 Years since core creation

{Home Planet}

Black Moon

{Race}

"Space Faces"

This "Race" Is mostly Unknown as it consist of "Mechanical living beings" and only few have been sighted,reason why sights are rarely documented is most of thees "Living" Things tend to "search and destroy" most in there sight,its but from recovered documents and info its said thees are actually abandoned machines build to protect some extinct race,since the race is long gone thees machines are free and not having knowledge of the outside world they tend to break anything in there path thinking its a Intruder,But as time pass the surviving machines band together to create the "Space face" Race,they don't have any form of reproduction but to create more of themselves,they tend to use there Bodies as a form of Blueprint to create other Unique Space faces,each of them are like a finger print and never the same making them unique in every way,they have a steady social system like any race but are more aggressive not having a well good flavor for outsiders but they do not mined them,,,Unless they are hostile,once they were recorded as a official race they no longer seem to be as hostile when they were rogue.And because of there growing knowledge they have colonize a death planet known as "Black Moon" the size of Pluto and with no life but the mechanical space faces that don't need water or any food or air.They are considered "Neutral" for most races but to some they are hostile as they raid and cause havoc on nearby planets,do for the most part they try to leave other races alone.



A very unique feature to thees machines is there appearance each and one of them are named after some object with color for examplenyx,jade,gold,copper,star,black hole,water,leaf,etc and the list can go on,but there names are more concentrated on metals or any other mineral that comes from the ground,a norther key feature is that all share is there Golden colored skeleton,its made of a unknown material that they call "Face metal" as this metal is mass produce by there own race and very strong,reason why is that when a face has fallen they can use the skeleton to create a another space face out of that same skeleton! every face has a unique ability from flying to invisibility! welcome to Black moon! Be sure to enjoy your stay!




They even Posses a rank system:


"Face's"=Civilians


"War Face's"=Soldiers or any Military Space face


"Blood Face's"=Veteran war Faces


"Left Face's"=Low Ranking Military leaders


"Right Face's"=High Ranking leaders

"Cerberus's"=Any Military leader with Political Control

"Hydra's Mask"=Any Space face within "Hydra" Command like guards

"Hydra"=Main/Primal Leader of all space Faces

{Appearance}

Jade face is a slow 9.7 FT Tall space face Juggernaut with a Green Body color,and compared to Other of his own race he is one of the few that actually Posses Teeth! and his frontal teeth are always exposed like smiling,Anyway he is Bulky and heavy space face,Possessing a thick skeleton,his face is silver in color and posses 2 very long "Ears" that come from his bottom jaw,his eyes never blink and are red in color,his body is covered in glowing stripes that extend all the way from his face down to his feet,his spinal cord 100% Visible and as well some parts of his skeleton,His feet look very bad for walking but in reality they sink in soft ground like dirt or snow so he docent go off balance or when in hard surface he can slide if needed do they are not hard to walk on.



His has 2 Long fins that are actually his weapons when on hold or not in use,there is a Odd "Tail" as seen Bellow but actually this is a stable part that is used to Crouch and act as stability so when he is pulling the trigger he is a still rock!,do as well serves as a "Not allowing you to sit" Mechanic,similar there are 2 spikes coming from the base of his legs thees stick in the ground for the same reason as his "Tail".On his shoulders are 4 miniature Propellant exits as thees are for aid wen he is just to slow like walking up a hill as thees will help him clime but he cant fly with them....well maybe in space but not easy.As strong he looks and made of metal jade is easy to take on if its enemy is fast....he is not so fast and nether smart

{Job}

"Hehehe...HAHAHAHA! Give me some one and i will be sure to rip them in Ribbons!"


Heavy Pirate

Jades Job is to...well...be a Tank on two legs,do as well he serves as a ship boarder or that person who is send inside enemy ships and make sure its "Clean"

or


"Space face Juggernaut"

{Abilities}

Juggernaut shield=Being made as a tank on legs,jade has been supply with a Juggernaut shield,this shield covers only the front of him and can small up the damage cause by miniature explosives like grenades or as well Bullets like a sponge for a Minute,but he cant keep this up for much,just a few minutes.



Hydra's Rage=Being one of Black Face's copies he has gained a Unique ability named Hydra rage,when activated jade will go in this temporary Power +1 state or "Rage state" were he is faster and stronger for limited time,but in exchange he looses his ability to sens friend or foe and will attack anything in vision.

{Equipment}

2x Hydra Rifles

As seen above thees Rifles work well as Blades and range weapon,do the Rifle itself fires Bolts of Blue bullets and compared to Other Space face weaponry is one of the work horse weapons of the military,has medium range max and has a semi-auto fire system the weapon is rather balance do problem is it runs on Jades core,each trigger will drain his energy and he needs to "Rest" to regain his energy but still a worthy simple space face weapon.

{Personality}

jade face is vicious and cruel. The only thing that it desires in life is to slice its prey to ribbons; however, it has a soft spot for causing anger in others,as Vicious as he is he dose seem to be silent and serious but still a Laughing clown and thinking he is the strongest,he has shown to seek down stronger opponents and defeat them to show how strong he is! do because of this he is jealous of those who are stronger and seek To Overcome them! do this as well has brought Problems getting him hurt or it state of "Replacement" (This means in the Space face race to be Re-Build) but that docent stop him as he will try till his core is rip out.

do that is now slightly less seen as with the Very bad conversation he had with his previous commander and as well father "black face" he has learn a very well place lesson to never mess with some one stronger that him,he has shown to respect them but still jelly of them,he has shown to work in team and not be a selfish "I can do it alone" Guy,But aside from that he has shown a odd soft spot as well for the weak,not even Bothering to fight them as they are a waste of time but rather teach them to be stronger! Like black face did with him...and he passes that knowledge but of course to allies.

{History}

Black Face is jade face,s "Face Father" as in his race this means when they are made out of the Chassis of some other space face,in short some sort of "Copy" for you to understand,Black face was a very well known space face "right face" or in short a space face leader,he was very Hostile and one strong face,to the point Hydra notice his abilities and was planing on making him one "Hydra's Mask",do he denied the request as he dint want to be stuck in a large Building all the time...but serving Under the Hydra would be nice but he rather be free,as time pass Black face needed a copy that will serve under his wing,and so jade face core was created,using his own Chassis or skeleton,jade face slowly took form of his father till he was complete,Black face was proud he had a "son" but his son...was a weak...foolish face...and wont tolerate that! jade face was train and force by his own father to become like him as strong and leader do such training cause defections in jades core making him slightly....stupid in some way...disappointing black face felt sorry for he has damaged his own copy...his own son...but still he continue to train him and to the point of a complete Re-Build state.



Years pass and Jade face was Re-Build....13 Times! as black face was searching for a perfect Model of himself that was strong till he came across the Juggernaut Model....it was strong and powerful do not as him but will work,do as jade face,s core still retain the damage from the pass and so many times being re-made he has finally settled with his body,being a perfect war face,jade face was taken with his father and fight with him in multiple battles do one time it all change.



Every 50 years each space father MUST send there copy out alone in the universe to return with a great trophy to show he is a strong face,and so with no hesitation black face send his son out in the universe to search a Great Trophy to show his respect and power of his own race...and jade face to this day is still in search for one to return to his father and show him he is a strong face like him.

(Black face aka: jades father)

"don't come back till you have what it takes to be a face!"

 

[Lord Trayus]

Full Name: Dr. Maxwell Uluruu


Nicknames/Aliases: "Doc" or Doctor


Age: 47


Sex: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Occupation: Ship Medical Officer


Appearance: An old timer, standing at a lanky 6' 1". Though starting to show his age, he refuses to go through any reconstructive modification. Still in shape for someone of his age, especially without modification of any kind (at least he claims), he has the appearance of a stern grandfather. He is rarely seen out of his lab coat and old suit. Relics that he seems to cling to from his youth and better days.

Personality: Grumpy is the trait that would best describe him. Many of the crew dread having to make conversation with him as it is always depressing. However, no one seems to dread a trip to the doctor's office. Friendly for someone among a crew of pirates, he has an innate empathy for people he works with. Trips to the med room are usually pleasant... so long as you avoid conversation with the old man.


Abilities: Not really gifted in fighting, or even the most athletically fit man. He may know how to fire a gun but is by no means a soldier. His gifts seem to be fixing things; be it man or machine. Most materials found on him are sentimental rather than practical, leading to many awkward moments when suggesting something more modern or just touching said objects. He is also quite gifted in card games. Often times cleaning out members of the crew willing to play against him.


History: Holding a Ph. D. degree in poly-quantum atomic physics has rightfully earned him the name "Doc"... even though he doesn't have a medical license of any kind. Though not necessarily a genius, acquiring his degree barely by the skin of his teeth, he is the hard working and dedicated type. He claims to have hopped from company to company in weapons research after university, apparently having had a hand in developing numerous ship weapons and designs. Countless private, military, and joint projects that had helped revolutionize war and death are on his resume; at least he claims. In his attempt to do good in the universe and makeup for his numerous "mistakes in life" he decided to make his own research company. He took a tremendous loan from the Royal Bank in order to do so. He claims his company failed due to it being unprofitable, resulting in shady activity to try to pay the loan back. On top of the bankruptcy, he now faces criminal charges and claims that if he returned home he would be thrown in prison. Something about the old man's story seems odd though, as he refuses to go into any detail about how he got to be on the ship exactly. In fact, no one really knows how he got to where he is. Still, it's hard to complain due to his aid with engineering. Whenever there is a problem that no one seems to know the solution to "Doc" always seems to know the answer. However, he refuses to go down into engineering or even be near too many of Desmond's command, often resulting in the inconvenience of describing the said problem.

 

[Jaredystopia]

Full Name: Ky C548


Nicknames/Aliases: Inmate


Age:26


Sex: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Occupation: gunner


Appearance: A tan skinned tattooed criminal. He has several scars and stab wounds. A tattoo on his neck, of his mother's name Aria. A Prison Tat on his back. He sharpened his canines into fangs. Has long red Dreads.Physically fit, muscular but not hulk like.


Personality: Ky is impulsive, Hot headed, Aggressive and rather violent. He is intelligent, perseverant, and Cunning.


Abilities: A strong fighter, and wonderful with a cybernetic bow and arrow. He is skilled at Parkour and incredibly strong though he is not superhuman.


History: Ky was born in a SuperMax prison ship, his conception came at his mother's violation. After her death in Childbirth, Ky was raised by a half blind prison inmate named Jago. Jago raised him teaching him to steal, fight and survive. Ky learned to fashion weapons and fight with his environment. His upbringing fashioned him into a human weapon, geared towards one thing and one thing only survival. In his Teen years he went through a rite of passage, He defeated an inmate named Behemoth the inmate in charge of the prison Tax. After killing him, Ky was considered to be the savior of the inmates. Ky, on the other hand, had other plans, he wanted nothing more than to survive. By the time he had become an adult he had his eyes set on one prize, the most unreachable goal any inmate could have. Escape. He Plated his breakout for 3 years before finally managing to start a riot and become a castaway on a prison export ship. He Ended up floating around for the next couple of years as a fugitive until he ended up stumbling on a position on the Aeterna. There he was given an opportunity to serve a cause bigger than himself and perhaps find the comradery he hadn't found since Jago. Ky has one priority and one priority only himself, he looks out for himself first, second, and last. His driving passion is survival. Trust is impossible for him, the crew is the closest thing he has to family and family is not exactly high on Ky's list of things to be cared for.<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/3cb104b56573b1498593bfbd0eb4a263.jpg.f1e5359ef02bcdf1ad6798fb26b84846.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="88902" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_12/3cb104b56573b1498593bfbd0eb4a263.jpg.f1e5359ef02bcdf1ad6798fb26b84846.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>

 

[Sullivanity]

• General
• Background

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  Full Name: KC8-23
  
  
  Nickname: "Casey"
  
  
  Age: Technically only a year old, but biologically 15
  
  
  Position on ship: Cabin Boy
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Orientation: Asexual Heteroromantic
  
  
  Height: 5'8
  
  
  Weight: 200 lbs
  
  
  Equipment: Stun baton, retractable plug inside his right arm that allows him to integrate with a ship's AI; Bionic eyes that can detect damaged parts of machinery, along with infrared and thermal scanners; universal translator implanted in brain
  
  
  Appearance: Casey has the body of a well-proportioned teenage boy. His skin is unnaturally smooth and pale, and his eyes are glowing orange orbs. His right arm is cybernetic, and is significantly stronger than his other arm. His serial number and model, along with a bar-code, are both tattooed on his upper back.
  
  
  Personality: Casey is above all, kind, naive, and obedient. After all, these traits tested well among consumers in the early development stage. As his experience has been limited to life aboard the Aphrodite, he doesn't know much about how things are in the less civilized areas of the galaxy. Casey values his personal freedom in high regard, and his dream is to one day be completely free of anyone. due to this, he somewhat idolizes the lawless pirate lifestyle.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  KC8-23 was created as one of the prototypes for a new line of state-of-the-art starship steward bots. Unlike previous models, which only appeared human at best, "Casey" is a synthesized human created in a lab using stem cells. Since part of Casey's unique functionality is to have a human's free will in order to better handle unique situations and socialize with guests better, an implant only forces him to obey commands given to him by his assigned crew. This proved to be a unfortunate aspect of his design, as the young synthetic soon learned that the crew aboard the Aphrodite saw him as little more than a tool or source of entertainment. Casey spent 9 months aboard the ship, preforming menial tasks ans repeatedly embarrassing himself in front of the crew, all the while dreaming of freedom.
  
  
  

 

[Andraus]

@Verse Zero


Let me know if there is a problem, and I will downgrade him immediately.


Full Name: Solonious Arventino Larvae Sanctaurii Yvonne


Nicknames/Aliases: Solar


Age: Unknown


Sex: Male


Race: Ascended


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Occupation: Mercenary


Appearance: 6'2, bronze skin-tone, slight glow to the skin, and deep blue eyes that appear to have scanning technology. Humanoid in form, with Shaggy white hair.


Personality: Brutal, Aggressive, Calculative, Sarcastic, and to those he trusts: Friendly.


Abilities: Able to take any situation in stride, and will try to benefit from it. Trained as a Military agent in both Assault and Espionage fields. Suffers from a lack of people skills because of it, and has been known to make more enemies than friends. Also has a weakness towards Electrical attacks, due to the fact that they disorient him. This is due to his cybernetics attached to his retinas


History: Solar is an Ascended, apart of a race of beings that live in the north-eastern outer rim. Secretive, Militaristic, and technologically advanced, the Ascended's history is long and not-altogether proud. Despite being small compared to their golden age, they remain an enigma in the north-eastern Galaxy, due to their strange glowing skin, scanning eyes, and long life-spans. Solar was once apart of their military, though records are vague as to his departure, and only a handful of people know the real reason. Even so, Solar is an Accomplished Mercenary, with a high reputation....and a high buying price.


Solar has been known as the most trustworthy gun at your side, to one of the biggest sarcastic assholes in the region. Solar has been around long enough to know, if they can't deal with you, whats the point in playing nice? He's here to earn money, and live his life his own way. He also holds no loyalty: He will kill pirate and government, so long as he's paid proper. Those that don't pay....well, let's just say the galaxy is a bit emptier thanks to him.


Recently infamous for killing a Pirate lord on an old stolen Perseus warship, Solar is now only taking up small-time contracts, mainly to keep his skills sharp. Hell, if people are going to try and kill him, he might as well get some cash out of it. His Vessel is a small fighter, modified to hold it's own in a fire-fight, and to hide it's heat emissions, making it harder for Radars to detect him. It's name is the Alarai.


Other:


Alarai

Combat skin

Personal Quote-


"Why did I choose the life of a mercenary? It's simple: One day, I will die. I will be nothing more than flesh on the ground, for Scavengers to pick at. I've lived a very long life, and though I may have my own share of regrets, I don't regret the way I live: No loyalty to anyone, but myself. Sure, maybe I'll die from a bullet in the head, a stab wound, poison, or my own stupidity. But until then, I am able to live the life I chose for myself. It is the one thing that I chose, not anyone else."


"Why do I live like this? I live everyday knowing, if someone kills me, I did everything in my power to stop them from doing so. I'll die a free being, completely devoid of regret. To live that life, and face it with a grin, it's all I'll ever want."

 

[Huor Spinks]

Name: Darion Drakell


Age: 30


Position on Ship: Archaeologist


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Homosexual


Relationship Status: Single


Personality: Darion is very tolerant of people, of their myriad experiences, personalities and opinions, and is able to get along with most people. At the same time, he can also be quite aloof, preferring to share his own ideas and experiences when he is more familiar with other people. He does have a short fuse, however, and loses his temper quite easily. He is also restless in the sense that he is constantly looking for adventure, and loves exploring new settings, cultures and history, not liking to stay in one place for too long.


History: Darion hails from an urban metropolis planet, from a rich family with five older siblings. Since young, he has shown an aptitude for academic work, consistently coming in first in classes until he received a scholarship to the most prestigious university in his planet. He graduated with an honors degree in Archaeology and is currently studying his Masters... or he was until his ship was attacked. He had been working as an archaeologist and was travelling to a dig site in a distant planet when the ship he was on was attacked by pirates. Given the choice to either walk into the airlock or to live a life of piracy he immediately agreed to a life of piracy, though he is still not quite sure how he fits into the grand scheme of things on board a pirate ship with only academic knowledge and almost no combat skills and he plans to learn some combat skills in order to survive.

 

[Warb]

Character sheet format shamelessly stolen from @Ancalagoner

• Basic Info
• Appearance
• Abilities&Equipment
• Relationships

• 
  
  
  Name: Jerry Everson
  
  
  Nicknames/Aliases: Mad Dog
  
  
  Age: 36
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Race: Human
  
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  
  Position: Raid Leader. Jerry leads a warband of pirates during boarding raids, to kill and loot. He affectionately named them the mangy pack. The mangy pack is especially violent and savage compared to other groups of pirates, with a lot less prisoners taken then other pirate warbands among the crew. Nevertheless, this savagery makes them terrors upon the battlefield and they're as loyal as any other crew upon the ship. So their unruly ways are tolerated, if not drawing a few odd looks from the others.
  
  
  Personality: Jerry is in one word lively. Of course that's if your definition of lively includes being a gambling, drinking, fighting, womanizing bloodthirsty pirate. Jerry is one of many scum living aboard Aeternia, being the perfect pirate for Orion propaganda. He's a lover of violence, who loves getting in drunken brawls and loves the slaughter of boarding an enemy ship even more. He grins and laughs during it all, happy as a bee in an endless field of flowers. Even as he cuts heads and breaks noses, he's grinning.
  
  
  He's quite the conversationalist too, dontcha know? Why even when he's politely performing amputations free of charge, he's chatting with the lucky patients. He's especially chatting when he's boozing, ya can hardly shut him up. Not that that's stopped people from trying, which really pisses him off. Our Jerry really hates to be interrupted, with a few other things. You can peruse the list if you're curious of what they be.
  
  
  Now despite the way he carries himself, he's really a big ol' softie. He's got a soft spot the size of the Aeternia for his warband of scally wags and scoundrels, being as affable as can be with em. If he's boozing, brawling, sleeping, or gambling it's always with one of his "pups" by his side. Of course that means them being hurt pisses him off, even more then being interrupted. And as I said before, being interrupted really pisses him off.
  
  
  Likes: Booze, fights, women, the mangy pack, space shanties, gambling, polite conversation .
  
  
  Dislikes: Policemen, hippies, nothing happening, pacifists, Orion Royal Army, cauliflower, fancy paintings, shitty booze, law abiding civilians, jellyfishes, nobles, Orion Royal Navy, being interrupted, that one track that Tiffany always makes the bar jukebox play even though Jerry has fucking said he hated it, surrendering, enemies surrendering, surrender in general, someone messing with his mangy pack, being eavesdropped on, hypocrites, and any military force of an official nation.
  
  
  History: Jerry is one of the many humans born upon the husk of Earth, another contribution to the overpopulation problem. He was born in the tomb called Europe, a little island to the north that's called Britain. Jerry was born to a poor family, with a Mum who was a lady of the night and a Dad that once was a soldier in the Orion Army, though by the time Jerry was born he did little but drink and remember his days in the army. Oh and hit Mum, he did that too.
  
  
  There was no room for Jerry in the public schools, so he took to the streets, brawling with smaller kids to steal whatever they had stole. This never worked out well enough, as the brats tended to fight back. Then Jerry got a brilliant idea. He called a bunch of the best thieves he had brawled with over his small life to a meeting and gave em a proposal. Instead of trying to steal scraps by their own, they'd work together to steal more, split the proceeds and if they got in trouble because of stealing, they all brawled to get out of trouble.
  
  
  Though the little brats were distrustful of Jerry's motivations, they were rather scared of him. After all, when he brawled to get their goods he always won those brawls. Even though there were more of them then him, the brats weren't sure they could win. They decided to give it a shot, so they didn't have to find out. That day they stole more then the past months by themselves and anyone who caught them got knocked out in an alleyway.
  
  
  Together they were able to live better and though they had distrusted each other at first, after years of stealing together they were, literally, thick as thieves. When they were all young men, Jerry proposed to steal the biggest thing they had yet. A ship, to get off the overpopulated rock. An Orion police shuttle was coming by, to pick up prisoners for a labor planet.
  
  
  By skill or by dumb luck they succeeded. They bashed the policemen in and stole the keys to the ship. Through dumb luck they managed to escape the pursuit ships and jumped to a random set of coordinates they punched in. Within this system hid a ship that even street brats from Earth had heard of, the dread ship Aeternia. As the massive guns mounted upon the massive spires rotated to blow them out of the stars, in a panic they hailed the ship. Explaining that they were not in fact policemen halted the guns from obliterating them, though they threateningly stayed pointed at their, suddenly very small feeling, shuttle. After a few minutes of comm silence, they received the offer. Join or die. Here was a ship full of criminals, full of the worst scum in the galaxy. A ship that would be pursued by every lawmen or soldier that saw it. And it was offering to let em aboard. How could they say no?
  
  
  Years have passed and now the street brats, plus a few dozen scum or so, are a fearsome warband of pirates called the Mangy Pack, lead by the dreaded Raid Leader, Jerry "Mad Dog" Everson. What a happy ending, eh?
  
  
  Quotes:
  
  
  "Well if ol' Grannie Francis is the Capn's Alpha Wolf, I guess that makes me her Mad Dog!" - Jerry gaining his nickname, after hearing how Tiffany got her's.
  
  
  "Oh Tiffany's last name be Drake, eh? Hehehe, makes too much sense that does. She always looked like a Francis to me!" - Jerry at a tavern, giving Tiffany her other nickname.
  
  
  "Come'n Capn, don't yank my leash! Let me at em, let me at em Capn!" - Jerry asking the Captain for permission to board the enemy.
  
  
  
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  Jerry ready for battle.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Jerry after a bar brawl (which he won if you're asking.)
  
  
  Height: 6' 10"
  
  
  Weight: 213 pounds.
  
  
  
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  Skills: Fighting, small unit leadership, alcohol tolerance, swordsmanship.
  
  
  Abilities: Jerry is a born fighter. He's one of the best swordsmen among the crew and proves it in every boarding option he takes part in. His sword is soaked in blood, as is the rest of him. His is no formal style of combat, he's just fought with a power cutlass a lot and grown rather good at it. The fact his fighting is as clean as the Aeternia's bathroom also helps. He'll take any chance to kick balls, through dust in eyes, or shoot someone while they're busy focusing on his sword. Though he's hardly the best shot, at the range he uses his pistol one hardly needs good aim.
  
  
  Now Jerry's been leading a ragtag band since he was still on the streets of Earth and though he has no mind for the task of managing the numbers the Capn Zamyra does, he has grown rather good at directing his pups. He knows when to let em loose (almost always) and when to yank their leash (almost never.) This talent landed him the Raid Leader position.
  
  
  He also can drink more then anyone else on the Aeternia and if you disagree he'll meet you at the nearest bar.
  
  
  Equipment:
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Power Cutlass- A brutal sword that has served Jerry well on every boarding. When its power cell is activated, by touching a control located on the hilt, the blade is sheathed in a lethal corona of disruptive energy. This energy field allows the blade to carve through flesh, bone and most forms of armor plate alike.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Plasma Pistol- A small pistol that let's loose a lethal discharge of plasma. After 1 shot it overheats and a user has to wait 5 minutes to cool down. Jerry uses it as much as for bashing heads in as he shoots it.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Mangy Pack- The Mangy Pack started as the street brats Jerry escaped with and since then has grown to a fearsome savage warband of pirates. Each and every one is Jerry's friend and he's terribly protective of the scoundrels he calls "pups."
  
  
  Zamyra- Jerry hasn't had much contact with Zamyra. She's his Capn and he does what she says, but she hasn't drank with him, ain't joined one of his card games. He's loyal to her and grateful to her for letting him ride on her ship, but she's hardly a friend.
  
  
  Tiffany "Francis" Drake- As the one who deals with the crew members, Jerry has had quite a lot more contact with Tiffany then Zamyra. He's see's her as rather uptight and a stickler for rules. His pups are more rowdy than other bands, so they tend to make a few more problems for Tiffany then others. Jerry is casual about it, but does what she says. She's the Capn's number 2, what she says goes. Jerry is nonetheless very casual in his interactions with her, joking and chatting like he does with anyone else. He even came up with her nickname of Francis. In a tavern, not to her face, far away from her, that is.
  
  
  Desmond- To Jerry, Desmond is the little kid that makes the cool toys. He reminds Jerry of himself at his age, but if he had taken a few more baths and if he wasn't an ass.
  
  
  

 

[Roger Smith]

Name: Spike


Age: 29


Sex: Male


Sexuality: heterosexual


Occupation: Loner/Solo Starfighter, considered one of the best in the galaxy.


Appearance:

His ship: The swordfish

usually spends most of him time along taking odds jobs here and there to keep fuel in the tank. Not much for guns outside of small arms, mostly hand to hand combat is his expertise. Opportunistic, will do anything to get the job done and will join anyone to get the job done.


Swordfish armaments: Twin machine in guns in each one and a powerful railgun energy weapon under the fuselage


the canopy can detach itself from the ship in case of emergency. Spike has the Swordfish for a long time and it's considered to be an antique


Personality: Sarcastic, Generally easy going, Cool under pressure, knows what he wants and the best way to get it

 

[y0k9o]

Name: Valakran


Alias: Kandy


Sex: Male


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Occupation: Hired Gun


Apperance:


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Weapons:


Rifle:


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Knife:


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Ship-Luna


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[Daniel Reaving]

Are you accepting?

 

[Daniel Reaving]

• General Information
• Background Information

• 
  
  
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  (Sorry for the anime picture but it works)
  
  
  Name: nyx
  
  
  Nickname: whatever is programmed
  
  
  Age: from date of creation she would be about 5
  
  
  Birthdate: February 30th
  
  
  Position on Ship: whatever is assigned by the capital
  
  
  Gender: programmed to be look feminine but being an AI she's truly gender less
  
  
  Sexual Orientation. None unless programmed other wide
  
  
  Relationship Status: none
  
  
  Height: can be any height but usually sticks around 3"3
  
  
  Weight:
  
  
  Body Type: her actual physical appearance is like a high tech USB but uses her human appearance projected through the circuits of the ship or any vehicle to give a more friendly feeling to her.
  
  
  Current Appearance: short grayish hair with bright green eyes. Small build mostly because she's programmed to be around the age of 5 in terms of physical appearance
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Nyx was created in a secret test facility on an outer planet. Designed to automata clay upgrade any vehicle of system she's plugged into made for great military applications but she's truly much more. She was designed to make a ship more livable and Easier to keep intact after attacks. But all this eventually got out and the station was attacked and her creators slaughtered. But she wasn't taken from the compounds systems so she's currently still in the base waiting for some one to take her
  
  
  Skills: her enhanced processing power and aptitude gives her immense knowledge of baciacly every thing there is in the universe considering the compound she had been crated in had access to every knowledge data base in the galaxy. She has the ability to take over baciacly all tasks in a given system and run them at top efficiency and keep them that way even when under heavy attack from external sources
  
  

 

[Sunnyau]

Name Yvonne (Gen. Yvonne)


Nickname NaN


Gender F


Age 25


Race Human


Post Admiral of the Fleet


Appearance With blonde hair over her ears and a large shiny blue eyes, she is filled with curiosity and knowledge. Her skin is neither pale nor tanned. Her body is slender, but not too tall, who seems like blowing away by the wind.


Cybernetics Increased age,Translator implant


Disability Social problems


Job (If any) Scientist&Engineer


Group (If any) Nan


Bio Born in a single family, she is being bullied when in primary and secondary school, making her cold, uncaring and unforgiving character. Although, she is, in her heart, open and free and caring, but was rule-bound and rigid by her previous teachers and classmates. She then progressed into the Academy of Space Engineering on Horizon, and she masters the use of remote control to control ships and AIs.


Weapons Like sniper rifle for fighting, but carry precision based weapons.

 

[FactionParadox]

Name: Susan Quartwright


Nickname: Susie Q


Appearance: View image: 3901747295 fd30f51ac5 z


Occupation: Astronomer (She basically keeps the ship out of the way of things like black holes and meteor showers, she also looks for wormholes that the ship could hide in to avoid detection.)


Personality: Susan is a generally quiet girl who prefers her solitude more than anything else. The exact opposite of a social butterfly, she is scared to try and befriend people. Inquisitive, she is interested in the history of other planets and their cultures and is very adventurous with trying new things. Although she may appear happy externally, Susan internally is severely depressed due to her past, having only joined the crew to get away from her homeworld. She sees the doctor regularly for antidepressants as well as counselling, they tend to share in each other's melancholy.


Biography: Born on the planet Terra Alpha, Susan grew up in a totalitarian dictatorship state ruled by a woman called "Helen A" where unhappiness was illegal and displays of sadness like crying publicly, writing poetry that wasn't a limerick or wear dark clothes, playing slow music and more displays of sadness were executable offenses, with people simply "disappearing", usually secretly executed in one of 2 ways. The Secret Police on Terra Alpha, the "Happiness Patrol" frequently roamed the streets and executed "killjoys" on the spot simply for being sad, with many people betraying their own relatives simply to get into the citadel where there was no poverty. Susan was forcibly entered into the Happiness Patrol at 11 where she cataloged disappearances. At 33, she grew tired of everything the Happiness Patrol stood for, smiling when it meant nothing and the constant enforced smiling, she had to smile even though people she knew were being killed for being killjoys. During a rebellion in the shuttle silo, she sneaked onto a shuttlecraft and left the planet, eventually finding the Aeternia and joining the crew, vowing never to return to Terra Alpha. Already hardened into killing people due to her work in the Happiness Patrol, due to her knowledge of the universe gleaned from Terra Alpha's databanks she joined the Aeternia.


Weapons:


Susan's "Fun Gun". A standard issue rifle in the Happiness Patrol, it fires a radiowave that causes the brain of her target to become flooded with dopamine until it reaches toxic levels. It also has an "android mode" where it fires transphasic EMP pulses that phase through shielding to directly destroy electronics, however Susan is forbidden from using this function on the Aeternia as it could cripple the ship.

 

[Alrekr]

• Social Status
• Physical Status
• Appearance
• Bio

• 
  
  
  Name: Jacolm Saou
  
  
  Nickname: Jack
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Sexuality: Pansexual
  
  
  Relationship: Single
  
  
  Law Enforcement Status: Criminal
  
  
  Ship Status: Universal Engineer (Jack of All Trades when it comes to engineering)
  
  
  Personality: A hearty, comedic man normally, making him a fun guy to be with. However, he's serious when he needs to be, especially when it comes to work. He can get short tempered at times, or cynical.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Age: Mid-70s, Rejuvenation Technology making him in his Early 20s
  
  
  Body Build: A skinny but muscular body, stronger than what meets the eye; Durable.
  
  
  Height: 6'6"
  
  
  Weight: 206.3 lbs
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Spoiler

  Haircut: Medium length hair, going to the back of his neck and somewhat wavy.
  
  
  Facial Hair: None
  
  
  Hair Colour: Dark Black
  
  
  Eye Colour: Dark Blue
  
  
  Facial Build: Pointier chin than normal, and a dull jaw line. Standard cheekbones, average sized nose, average sized ears
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A elbow length sleeved, black leather shirt.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  

  Straighten out the legs
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  A metal panel bolted onto his right eye, working as an "eyepatch". His eye works, but it's an engineering tool. Its solid white on the outside, but he can see through it using, Thermal, X-Ray, Night Vision, Bio-Signature, Metal Detector just Normal Vision.
• 
  
  
  Jacolm is from the Earth-Colonated planet, Kepler 452b, raised in a small mountain town. He worked with his family, who worked with computers, cars, you name it. He took after his father's profession, and was trained heftily on all fields of engineering. Later on in life though, he got bored and slowly took up criminal acts. He started small, stealing small things and such. Then he'd go on to progress these, getting bigger theft, assaulting people, and murder in one case, though he despised it. He then ran off to another colony, to where he was picked up by the pirates and he instantly joined. Though he's a pacifist most of the time, he's always carrying some sort of concealed weapon with him on the ship. They are pirates after all.
  
  
  

 

[VirtualUnity]

• General Info
• Personality
• History
• Relationships
• Equipment
• Skills & Abilities
• Weaknesses

• General Info
  
  Name: Nathaniel C. Vincent
  
  
  Alias: Reaper
  
  
  Age: 35(102 due to regeneration)
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Height: 6'3"
  
  
  Weight: 135 lbs
  
  
  Hair: Dark Brown
  
  
  Eyes: Green
  
  
  Body Type: Athletic
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Occupation: Assassin/Engineer/PyroSpecialist
  
  
  Occupation on the ship: Stowaway
  
  
  Status by the Government: Terrorist/Criminal
  
  
  
• Personality
  
  Nathan's Volatile personality is quite interesting he's quite a Defensive, Cautious, Serious and Friendly person but as I said he was quite Volatile he has a secondary mind set where he becomes Reckless, Aggressive and Competitive but this only seems to appear when he completely brakes down
  
  
  
• History
  
  Due to being involved in controversies all of Nathan's history has been burned to protect the government when he went rogue
  
  
  
• Relationships
  
  :Still Nothing:
  
  
  
• Equipment
  
  Armor:
  
  
  TX-115 Stalker Armor
  
  
  -Stealth and Extra Shielding
  
  
  Primary:
  
  
  Stray-X
  
  
  -Silenced, Recon Scope and Shotgun attachment
  
  
  Secondary:
  
  
  HJK Plasma Revolver
  
  
  -Railgun Adapter and Plasma Torch Regulator
  
  
  Melee:
  
  
  Tomahawk
  
  
  -Electric
  
  
  Throwable:
  
  
  HJX Semtex Explosive
  
  
  -Ship Breacher
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Skills
  
  -Pyrotechnic Expertise
  
  
  -Marksmanship
  
  
  -Engineering
  
  
  -Infiltrating
  
  
  -Deception
  
  
  -CQC
  
  
  -Hacking
  
  
  Abilities
  
  -Regenative Bio Mass
  
  
  Nathan was experimented on by the government before being who he is now his regeneration is quite scary because he regenerates quite fast to the extent he doesn't age and because when an opponent chops of a limb the limb grows back within a minute to and hour depending on the limb while the separated limb combusts
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Weaknesses
  
  -Volatile Nature his recklessness can be the death of his allies
  
  
  -Cryogenic Stasis the only way to subdue him is through freezing due to his regeneration
  
  
  -Piloting
  
  
  

 

[GreenEyedStranger]

Name: Humbled Servant (Keeps real name a secret)


Age: Unknown, presumably mid-late years


Sex: Unknown


Skills (ie. engineering, piloting, etc.): Medicine, Surgeon, Religious congregation


Equipment (ie. any firearms, tools, or gadgets): Tome, Sacred Chimes, Medical supply bag, bone saw


Background (feel free to make it long and detailed): Born in a colony world, the Servant had little promise of a future in the stars, despite his dream of one day visiting the sun. During a civil uprising, the colony was cut off from its mother empire and left to its own resources. The people quickly began to panic, leading to countless acts of violence and terror. Through it all, The Servant watches in his home until a cult rose from the ashes of the war. The cults teachings were dedicated to the humbling of mankind in the infinite universe and believed in the all powerful Great One, an extradimensional being capable of immense power. The Servant fit perfectly in it, relishing in the idea of interstellar congregation. He acquired a catalogue of medical skills while serving the church throughout the years, caring for refugees and war victims. However, as the embargo was lifted the empire arrived and disbanded the church. Distraught, and now living on his own, The Humble Servant took the next shuttle off the planet while keeping the relics of his cult. There was nothing left for his religion here, maybe somewhere in the stars he could find his Heavenly Father.


Physical Characteristics (height, weight, build, etc.):


Roughly 6'2"


Almost inhumanly slender, constantly goes on fasts to further humble himself


No notable physical strength


Androgynous voice, nearly flat chest. No way to discern gender


Description or Picture:


Always wears a black robe lined with pictures and descriptions. Despite it's intimidating appearance, she insists it serves to make herself obscure and unnoticeable; another way to humble herself.


Also always wears a featureless facemask. Could be mistaken for a piece of metal with two eyeholes.

 

[Verse Zero]

NEW CS MUST BE PART OF THE CREW.

 

[VirtualUnity]

[QUOTE="Verse Zero]NEW CS MUST BE PART OF THE CREW.

[/QUOTE]
What do you mean by that?

 

[Yonsisac]

What do you mean by that?

that all CS made from now must be part of the pirates already they cant be travelers like Jade that swoop in and its not one

 

[VirtualUnity]

Now the question is how do we know if we were accepted