Futuristic Icarus ~ Characters

[SilverFlight]

Icarus ~ Characters

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Rules

Respect the rules and the other players.

Please fill out the character sheet I provide, you can add more, but you can’t skip info I have asked for.

You can use any form of coding you like, but if I can’t read it (I’m on pc most days) then I won’t accept it.

Try not to make your character OP (overpowered), you will no doubt get stronger throughout the story.

I need to approve your character before you can begin posting.

You can make up any alien race you like, but the info on the race, homeworld and race history etc will go in a separate lore entry, don’t include it in your character sheet. You can have your sheet approved and start posting before you finish the lore.

Each player can have 2 characters to start and I’ll open to more if I see you are active.

IC please write in third person past tense, and in full sentences.

Plotting with other ppl and story-building is highly encouraged, just let me know what’s going on so I can plan it into the main plot.

• Character sheet
• Active characters
• NPCs

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  Name:
  
  Race:
  
  Age:
  
  profession: (if you have one)
  
  Appearance:
  
  Weapons, skills and abilities:
  
  Fighting style: (are you a close-range fighter? Using shotguns or providing shields? A tech, building traps, turrets and fighting from a distance, an assassin, relying on stealth? A sniper, fighting from outside the battle? These are just examples, you can make up your own style or go halfsies on two.)
  
  Personality:
  
  Character flaws: (at least 3)
  
  Background:
  
• TBD
• TBD

 

[SilverFlight]

Riley Kane

• General
• Skills, weapons and abilities
• Personality
• Background

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  Age: 24
  
  Race: Human
  
  Profession: Mercenary
  
  Appeareance: Riley is a fairly average human female. She stands 5'6", has a lean, muscled built and straw-blond hair that she usually keeps tied up. her face is round and friendly and her eyes have a joker's glint. Riley carries herself with confidence, and an energy that boasts a likely severe attention disorder. She dresses in cargo pants and t-shirts, often with rude phrases written on the front of them. When she's not in her combat armour she usually wears a beat-up old baseball cap with the logo of a team no one can remember...not even Riley.
  
  
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  Weapons:
  A fairly basic sub machine gun and a hand blaster that can be set to stun.
  Riley usually prefers using her chain sword however, which also has a plasma blade feature and a reach of about 6ft.
  
  
  Abilities:
  Riley is human, and nothing special at that. She has no internal abilities beyond her own strength, stamina and cunning, her suit however is equipped with some gadgets to help her out.
  Riley has a jet booster on the back of her armour, in space it can allow precision movement, and in a gravitied environment, it can give her a boost jump to get above her enemies.
  In a tight spot, if she is being restrained, her suit has a feature where she can divert power to the armour's exterior and give her attacker a nasty electric shock.
  Her gauntlets have a hydraulic mechanism that activates when her fist makes an impact of over 2k newtons (an average human punch) and increases the power three fold. Riley hits hard.
  
  
  
  Skills:
  She is skilled at hand to hand combat and a decent close range marksman.
  She can also make or defuse bombs with a decent amount of knowledge and a lucky streak that has yet to break.
  Riley loves sports, and has a knack for picking up play skills fairly quickly.
  
  Fighting style: Riley prefers direct, close range combat. In firefights, her main goal is to disarm the enemies and go in for a clean win. Riley is fierce and unrelenting and can be reckless when she thinks she has the upper hand.
  
  
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  Riley is an energetic and impulsive person. Her sense of wonder was never tarnished as she grew, so she is easily excited. Riley makes jokes out of most things that are serious and though her passion bubbles close to the surface, its hard to make her truly angry. Though she is reckless, she is by no means unthinking. Riley's kept herself alive by being able to devise combat tactics on the go and its gotten her and Vex out of one or more scrapes in the past. She seems to have a raw talent for fighting, or competition of any kind, the complete polar opposite to her adoptive brother Vex. Riley doesn't have many rules for her work, but the few are: she won't hurt kids, and she won't help anyone hurt innocent people. Now, just who is innocent can be a heated topic for Riley; she does not care for the wealthy, so they're guilty as the gang leaders as far as she's concerned. She doesn't care much for getting paid by them either, though she is more than happy to rob them.
  Riley's got a pretty soft heart, underneath the rough merc exterior and she tries very hard not to let the darkness of her job taint that. Vex helps.
  The one thing that can send Riley over the edge? Going after her brother. Make any move against him, try to trick him or take advanatge of him and Riley will answer with a swift savage counter that will leave the unfortunate wondering what the heck happened...or dead, depending on the severity of the offense.
  
  Character flaws:
  
  Reckless:
  Riley can get overconfident, and make decisions without fully thinking of the consequences. This can get her and those around her into trouble.
  
  Doesn't listen:
  Be it to instructions, or when someone is explaining something important about themselves or a new environment, Riley has a hard time paying attention and remembering what people say.
  
  Confrontational:
  Riley doesn't like to back down from a fight, and she doesn't like to admit she is wrong, this can lead to her bumping heads with others, though she does tend to know when to back down before things get out of control.
  
  
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  Riley grew up on a space colony orbiting a vibrant green planet. Her father was a bio-engineer working for one of the Five Celestials' mining divisions. In his spare time he would teach Riley how to play baseball, or they would go scrapping; taking their ancient old scout ship her father had found and repaired, and going out to find derelict wrecks for salvage.
  Riley's mother had left them when Riley was just three years old. Her father hadn't seen it coming and for a long time, he couldn't say anything to his daughter.
  One year later, he had taken Riley on a scap, hearing about a strange ship that had drifted into orbit around one of the planet's moons. The make of the ship was completely unknown, but the oddest thing was, there was a single life signature on board.
  
  They boarded the ship, Riley's father, with 4-year-old Riley in tow. Sure enough the ship was completely abandoned, and there was no equipment beyond the barest of systems needed for propulsion. Even the life support systems were rudimentary, but it looked intentional, as if they could have been built better they just...weren't. The cryo pods were offline, and all of them were empty except...one.
  There, nestled in one of the pods, semi-conscious and half-starved, was a boy. It was obvious he wasn't human, with hard, scaled skin, an oddly-shaped muzzle-like face and a tail that coiled and uncoiled with precise movements.
  
  Her father was unsure, but Riley absolutely refused to budge until they had taken the young alien with them. Together they scoured the ship, and any database they could get access to, but the precise species of the boy, and the home planet of the ship remained unknown. The only thing they managed to find was a sound file planted in the memory code of the cryopod system. It was in a language they didn't know, and one word came up again and again, like a name: "Vex".
  
  Vex recovered and Riley bonded with him immediately. Vex seemed happy with the arrangement, and followed Riley around like a lamb, mimicking her movements and copying her speech. She taught him everything she knew, including how to play baseball, and they would play for hours on the rusted hulls of the colony courtyards. No more information could be obtained from the ship, because three days after they had rescued Vex, the ship was seized by Celestial merc groups. People on the planet and the nearby colonies were questioned about the used cryopod, and any potential lifeforms that may have been removed from the ship.
  Riley and her father hid Vex, and made sure the mercs never found out about him.
  
  Riley and Vex grew together, learning skills like combat, mechanics and atro-engineering. Riley never had the patience for school, but with Vex's help, she managed to pass, even find subjects she liked.
  
  One day, while Riley's father was working in the lab, he was taken away by a security detail for questioning. He returned that night shaken so badly Riley and Vex grew worried. They decided they would leave that night...but that night, there was a fire. The lab was burned to ash, and when Riley and Vex went to retrieve their father from his room, he had already gone. Instead they found the access codes to a ship, and a letter telling them not to look for him. They ignored the instruction.
  Riley flew the ship, and together, she and Vex tracked their father to a broken moon. They IDed his vessel and were about to hail it when suddenly, a single shot from behind the moon caught it and in an instant...their father was gone.
  
  They couldn't go home, no doubt whoever had murdered their father would be looking for them too. They had to disappear.
  They drifted into Vela with almost no fuel, their provisions having run out three days before.
  At first, they took jobs wherever they could get them, but soon, their talents for mercenary work began to shine. Their greatest strength was their ability to work in perfect sync and right up until today, it served them very well.
  

Vex Kane

• General
• Skills, weapons and abilities
• Personality
• Background

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  Age: 26
  
  Race: Unknown
  
  Profession: Mercenary
  
  Appeareance: Vex is a good head and shoulders taller than his adoptive sister. His proprotions are humanoid, but the helmet betrays a shape that is certainly not. He almost never takes off his armor, which outlines his thick-set, sturdy frame. The foot is slightly elongated and he walks on the ball of it, much like a cat. His shins are slightly curved too, giving his legs an animalistic appearance, and a bouncing spring in his run that can carry him grerat distances in a single step. Vex also has a tail, lizard-like and prehensile, it enables him to climb as the armour is equipped with a tail spike that can pierce thick metal. Vex walks with a calm, regal bearing, and his voice is deep, soft and thoughtful. He seems much more grounded than his human sister. Vex, despite his size has a softness to him that is hard to describe, though this does not prevent his cold, ruthless combat style. Every move he makes is short and efficient.
  
  
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  Weapons:
  Guns. Vex's favourite is a convertible long and short-range rifle, a sub-machine gun and a matching pair of hand blasters. Begrudgingly, he also carried a short plasma blade that Riley makes him wear. "Guns can't solve all your problems, sometimes you need a good knife." She says.
  Vex also has a spike on the tail piece of his armour, to help him climb when there are no holds, but it can also surprise an enemy in combat.
  
  
  Abilities:
  Vex is still learning about his natural abilities, as they still cannot identify precisely which alien race he is or which planet his people call home.
  So far he seems to have retractable claws, that don't fold like a cat's but rather extend directly out of the skin when he feels threatened for when he wants to climb.
  His tail is about as powerful as a crocodile's and it is prehensile, so can grasp things with a surprising force.
  Vex also seems to have a reinforced skull, so his headbash attacks, even without the helmet are nasty, and it is difficult to injure him there.
  The final thing, and he discovered this when he was very young: there are venom glands that coat his fangs in a numbing neurotoxin when he gets angry. It isn't enough to kill anyone, but can make using a limb difficult after a few minutes. He hates using this ability, and it works out because he also hates taking off his suit in the presence of others.
  
  
  Skills:
  Vex is an expert with almost any kind. He can aim, reload and clean almost anything on the black market with frightening efficiency. He's so efficient, Riley will sometimes toss him her guns to reload while they're in combat.
  Vex is a strategist, and can very much use time to plan wisely. Vex is good at using the environment to his advantage and seems to excel at guerilla tactics. Where Riley is direct and obvious, Vex is cunning and calculating.
  Vex likes riddles and thought puzzles and problems that make him think. He also makes tiny glass animals with an old desktop glass blower kit given to him by his adoptive father. He's quite good.
  
  Fighting Style
  Vex is cautious, and generally a distance fighter. When he has time to tactical plans he can be versatile and when things go South he can hold his own in a close range firefight.
  He prefers having the homefield advantage, drawing out his enemies and making them fight on his terms. He usually supports Riley and others as they frontline.
  
  
  
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  Vex is very much the opposite of his younger sister Riley; where she is impulsive, he is patient, where she's loud, he is thoughtful. Vex, despite his size, like to make himself small and unassuming. He speaks softly, and carefully, always paying attention to how people react to him. He is empathetic and considerate, odd traits for a mercenary, but they don't get in the way much, because Vex will refuse any jobs that cause harm to innocent people. That being said, Vex is ruthless in combat. His cold tactical ability is as efficient as it is deadly. If they have even a moment to plan, Vex will have thought of five different ways to achieve their objective, and usually, it's one of his plans the duo follows to success. If given the choice, Vex would rather not have to fight, but their skills lend themselves to little else, and mercenary work at least gives the freedom to have a conscience most days. Vex dreams of the day when he can earn enough creds to own a small place and forget about all the violence in their world...
  
  Character flaws:
  
  Bad under pressure
  Vex likes to plan, he likes to know and he likes to be in control. Losing that, Vex can have a hard time improvising, and usually falls back, unable to offer input.
  
  Idealistic
  Vex likes to try and see the best in things: situations, people etc. This can often lead him to misread situations and he might let his guard down too soon. Without Riley or someone else watching his back, this could get him into real trouble.
  
  Lost
  Vex has never known what race he belongs to. He has never heard of anyone like him, seen anyone like him or even read about anyone like him. His cultural and racial identity is in tatters, leaving him with a lot self-esteem, and a low motivation to pursue his own dreams and desires.
  
• Vex had no memory of his life before waking up from the cryopod. If the freezing process had not been done properly, else, it was done deliberately, Vex could not summon a single image of his home, his parents or why he had been abandoned in that ship. Riley's father had recorded as much of his speech as he could prior to Vex learning common, but it was a complex and difficulty language, of which he managed to translate only a few words and base phrases.
  
  From bio scans and protein analysis, Riley's father managed to uncover the appropriate foods and medicines for the boy and together, the little family began to unravel some of the mystery of what Vex was. They placed his age at 6 sun rotations in the old systems when they had found him, giving him 2 years on Riley. Riley discovered the paralytic venom in Vex's teeth at age 12, when they had gotten into a fight over who would get to ride their newly-built hover bike first.
  She couldn't move her right arm for a full day, and Vex felt so horrible he stayed in his room for two.
  
  The venom wasn't the only change Vex was going through: as they grew Vex was keenly aware that he was changing in very different ways than his sister: His skin hardened into plate-like armour on his forehead and the sides of his face and limbs. He began to grow extremely fast, his strength doubling, and his temper would flare at small provocations. His teeth grew more pointed and his muzzle more pronounced. It felt like the very little of himself that was at least comparable to his adoptive family, was slowly slipping away from him.
  
  Even now, at 26, Vex is still surprised by changes to his physiology that he has no way to predict. Shortly after the death of their father, and their arrival on Vela, Vex began to wear his armour more often, hiding himself in it whenever they were out on the streets. Not even Riley's verbal prodding could coax him out of it.
  
  

 

[Faeriedae]

Name;
Winter
 species;
Alien — Tox
Age;
Nineteen
Sexual orientation;
Asexual
Romantic Orientation;
Biromantic
Appearence;
coming from a snowy biome, he is mostly human in appearance, although he has pure white skin that glimmers in the sunlight. the species itself tends to be alarmingly tall, and thin, with legs built like a wolf's hind legs. he is no exception. he stands at about six-eight and still growing, with a very thin frame built with lithe muscle. their teeth are sharply pointed, as he is primarily a meat eater, but he has dulled after his tribe discovered food they do not need to hunt for.

the fur on his tail and one on his head is similar in feeling, soft and light, like a whipped version of what a hair should be, and his pointed ears stick out from the mess. his pupils are like a cat and can expand on will, mostly just to mess with fellow crew members. his nails can stretch out long, but along with his teeth, have dulled a bit. they are still able to expand like a cat's claw though, and from time to time will need to be shed.

his eyes are yellow, almost a golden color, with a low-hanging eyelid. eyebrows are arched a bit upwards, short and stubby, and lips pulled into a mocked version of a closed smile. baby fat still clings to his cheeks, as he hasn't completed growing, but just barely. sharp features peeking through, high cheekbones, and a sharp jawline. winter's nose is straight, pink on the tip, and tilts slightly upwards.

in nerve-racking situations, he tends to hunch, bring his height down by a few inches, and bring his tail in between his leg.

Character Flaws;
Although seemingly innocent, Winter has a habit of eating everything. Food, plants, walls, and perhaps have attempted to just nibble the fridge. Just a nibble. +Gluttony

His species is a highly social group that lives together almost constantly, and to mimic that, he often trails after his fellow members. Some call it annoying when they wake up at two am with him hanging over them wanting to snuggle, he calls it normal. +constant need for social or physical interaction

On every ship is a list of rules, and with rules comes a rule breaker, but he is not one. If you perhaps have something stashed away and don't want him finding it, only to tell him no, he will go out of his way just to break, eat or destroy it. Even accidentally. Cookie hid in a low place? His now. Your favorite cup? Broken. + stubborn and selfish

Personality;
Winter is lovingly described as a constant companion, a tall one, that will follow you everywhere. His mission is to watch over his new tribe and to see them flourish, even when he cannot understand them with their weird noises.

As a species that doesn't believe in violence for no reason, rule-breaking or otherwise, he tends to stick back during fights unless one of the shorter members gets hurt. Often he will hide when he's in trouble and has difficulty understanding the concept of being punished. When a member is mad at him, he goes out of his way to appease them by gifting them items and chittering softly as if they could understand his sorry.

Winter can also be your worst nightmare, as a primarily selfish species, he tends to think what is yours is also his. At the same time, however, he is doing a lot of things on purpose. Some call him a mischievous monster, he calls it playing. Same thing.

Unlike a lot of his species, he is highly intelligent and able to understand body language more than words. Reading is something he's recently picked up at, and can understand basic words like food or greetings like hello but only if they are written. He is still attempting to communicate but is having trouble with the wording, as he's mimicking what others say in an attempt to understand. He has yet to realize if he's calling a name or saying something bad.

Fighting;
Primarily he uses two different techniques in fighting.

One is trapping, he has a large knowledge of being able to stealthily trap someone by purposely leading them over to his creations. At times, especially if they are afraid of him, he can herd them into the traps.

Two is using his claws or teeth. This method is a bit more barbaric his tools being on his body, but with his height, and quickness, he can quickly attack before receding.

Weapons;
Just his claws and teeth.

Skills;
Hunting, superior smell, foraging, shelter building, survival as a whole

Abilities;
Able to just barely see in the dark, will gain more speed as he reaches adult hood, able to mimic peoples voices.

Drawbacks to abilities;
Eyesight will be strained from time to time, sunlight affecting him more than normal. More speed means more food, he has to build up that energy before using it.

Mimicry doesn't have much of a drawback, as even the children do it, but can damage his vocals if it's a hard to make noise.

Background;
Due to the communication, not much is known about how he ended up here.

On his planet, he lived in one of the many tribes as a babysitter typically reserved until the age of twenty, but when he was eighteen, he fell into a trap and was captured by officials with the inquiry if this species was at all nice. When placed back on his planet, he was disowned from his tribe as a traitor and abandoned, and was left on his own.

The icy cold is not a place to be alone. With no tribe willing to take him in, he snuck back aboard the ship that originally took him and made his way through to the crew now.

 

[Hiuly of Starmoon]

Name: Ren Ivara

Race: Human - Terra Nova

Age: 18

profession: Medic in training, basically

Weapons, skills, and abilities: Small scalpel for self-defense, X-ray vision, can control electronics, like turning lights on and off, etc. mental access to "google", enhanced stamina, and a whole bunch more that even she doesn't know about

Fighting style: Ren doesn't fight. She's a woman of science and medicine. That doesn't mean she can't defend herself if she really has to.

Personality: She's investigative, loyal, optimistic, compassionate, intelligent and very patient

Character flaws: Her work is her life so she can get really caught up in it, Her perfectionism also doesn't help and since her mind partially works like a robot, she doesn't realize she puts her body through stuff that isn't healthy. Depending on the situation she is also very competitive and she hates it if someone's either doubting or questioning her abilities.

Background:
Ren’s the daughter of two doctors -a brain surgeon and a neuroscientist with a doctors title – and because of that, she was born into one of the richest families on Terra Nova. She was actually created in a lab, enhanced with a lot of robotic parts as an experiment by her parents.

As soon as Ren was old enough to go to school, she was shipped off to one of the best boarding schools to get the best education as possible. There, at the Intergalactic School of Sciences and Studies, she went to classes like advanced anatomy and medical studies (because of her parents who want Ren to continue the family legacy of doctors). There are also other subjects, but her parents paid the school aditionally, so Ren would only do things to become a doctor. Being fed up with her parents hyperfixation of her becoming a doctor, Ren decided it was time to run away. So one day when the class was on a field trip to the Vela space station, she walked away. Knowing she had to replace herself somehow, she looked for a teenager who was willing to take her place. Which she luckily found and so she ended up on the station.

 

[Holyhalo]

Name: Michael ‘Burns’ Meerwoud

Race: Human

Age: Early thirties

Profession: Bodyguard, Police Officer (Enforcer)

Appearance: Michael is a professionally trained soldier and his body reflects that in an excellent physique and muscular build. He stands at an above average height at 180 cm (5’11). He has short cut dark brown hair with brown eyes. A lifetime of combat and high-risk work have left Michael with several scars, most of which are hidden underneath his clothing but he has two scars on his face which always draw attention: A small burn scar on his left cheek and a scar running down from his right eye to the middle of his right cheek where it splits into two, going separate ways.

Equipment: Raffter’s AP-32 “Clean Slate” Automatic shotgun, Triton’s CQ “Supernova-Blue” Heavy Flamethrower, Aegis’ CQ “Praetorian” Breacher Shield, Aegis’ PS “Salus MKIII” Power Armor

Skills: 0-G Mobility, Exoskeleton and Power Armor operation, Weapon, Exoskeleton and Power Armor maintenance, Basic Spaceship External maintenance, Welding

Abilities: As a regular human, he has no special abilities.

Fighting style: Heavy armor and Heavy weaponry. Depending on the engagement, he’ll prefer either the Praetorian and Clean Slate combo or the Supernova-Blue. Prefers to soak projectiles for teammates while blanketing a room with his own weapons and leave the accurate shooting to his allies.

Personality: Michael is a straightforward, no-nonsense type of guy who knows when to turn down the business part of himself and enjoy a good party in good (beautiful) company. Being no-nonsense and pragmatic, he always looks for obvious, simple solutions to problems and builds relationships with people who provide things he needs and who need things in turn, which sometimes is just his money. He understands the value of money and connections well but isn’t very good at managing either, leaving him with a sporadic network of semi-trustworthy contacts and an often light purse.

Character flaws:
Life-affirming Lust: So soft, so warm, so close. When bullets begin flying and flames start burning, death is on your mind, reminding you that it might be your last day in this universe. Once the bullets stop flying and the flames die out, those thoughts remain and biology kicks in. Michael responds to this by sharing time with professionals who’ll gladly take his money to spend some time with him to get rid of those thoughts and the annoying lizard-brain biology generated thoughts that are stuck in his head. (Courtesans, I’m talking about courtesans.)
Minor Agoraphobia: Just a room or a tight hugging space suit will do. Anything larger than a space ship’s cargo hold makes him feel uncomfortable. If this goes on for long enough, Michael will seek safety either in his home, wherever that may be at the time, or any one of his space suits or power armor. Curiously, space, the biggest, emptiest place of them all, doesn’t make him feel unsafe at all.
Complex PTSD: Hand on my gun at all times, check the corners, is that bulge in his pants a gun? War, explosions and constant death aren’t good for anyone and when you make a living out of them physical scars are the least of the marks they leave. Michael has trouble falling asleep at night and tends to be hyper vigilant outside of his comfort zone, which can be mentally exhausting when nothing happens. When something does happen, it only reinforces this line of thought.
Dependency: It just helps me relax and fall asleep. While Michael thinks of it as a solution, others might see it as a dependency or addiction. In order to fall asleep or take his mind off of something he can’t manage, Michael listens to recordings of a particular style of female voices. Whether it’s audiobooks, podcasts or this new fangled ASMR thing, Michael has a whole collection that he listens to to solve those problems and spends quite a bit of time looking for new material whenever he's got time.

Background: Michael Meerwoud has been a bruiser since birth. Born to simple parents on a simple station somewhere, Michael was a handful for them but they looked after him as best they could and kept him out of any major trouble he could find himself in. Despite this, his life wasn’t enough for young Michael and he signed up with the local military when he became an adult. Military life would have been perfect for him if it weren’t for the whole ‘respecting the badge’ shit that seemed to be going around all the time. He stuck with the training until he finished his first tour but didn’t sign up again, instead opting for the more lucrative but less stable life of a mercenary.

Professional skills like his were in high demand and that came with a high price tag. Eventually, however, his luck ran out. Or rather, the luck of the people around him. A botched mission ended with Michael being taken care of in a hospital on Vela for a few months as the sole survivor. Lacking any real drive to get back out there, Michael instead lived off of his savings while they lasted and found himself in the employ of one of the middling level crime lords of the station as a bodyguard and enforcer.

He managed to work his way up the Vela food chain somewhat, finding himself working for a shady group situated in the lower levels of Hightown. His job description didn’t change much even when the titles did. Personal Security Expert, Public Control Officer, things like that. In the end he still made sure people stayed in line and when they didn’t he made sure their bullets didn’t reach the people that paid his bills. And then once, just once, the bullet does reach the person paying the bills and you’re back on the streets looking for a new job.

Spoiler: Visuals

Aegis' PS "Salus MKIII" Power Armor, as shown in the brochure


Raffter’s AP-32 “Clean Slate” Automatic shotgun, as seen in a SpaceTube video about 'Gun maintenance in the Modern Age"


Triton’s CQ “Supernova-Blue” Heavy Flamethrower, as seen in the user manual

 

[King Krokodil]

Designation ~ KSM-2982 Czar-Class

Name ~ He’s gone by many names, but is most commonly associated his self assigned name during Gen 4, Canine. He chose this after dissecting the ‘Small Beast’ terrorizing the base, but realizing it was, in fact, a dog. It became an inside joke, and years Later it was his name.

Gender ~ None, Since he is an AI, But he is designed to be male.

Age ~ Unknown, 5 AI Generations have passed since his creation. His personality slate was 27 years old at the time of imprint.

Species ~ AI

Occupation ~ SCO for the Vela Chapter of Skeleton Spirit Private Military Company

The Robot​

"Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to talk to strangers?"​

Spoiler: Generations

(To clear things up, 1: Disregard all flags, and 2: During generation switches, the same basic chassis is retained, but many changes and improvements made to it.

Current Generation, Gen 5

During Gen 4, He was a defense contractor (much like today) on the war torn planet of Arkhasa.

Gen 3 was spent serving in a military invading the desert planet of Montai-13.

During Gen 2 he served during the first great Kassel war, a massive war that destroyed the system of Kassel along with extermination of the elf-like race that inhabited it.

In his first generation he served in the Arkhasi Air Force, not knowing he would come to guard the crash sites where he was deactivated later in Gen 4.

• Personal
• History
• Loadout
• Flavour

• Personal Info
  
  Affiliations: Skeleton Spirit PMC
  
  Personality: He’s quite dry, generally uncaring, and comes across as someone who’s been through things no mortal man could go through.
  He is also quite nihilistic.
  Even though he is an AI, he still had very human problems. He’s been through things and seen things that the Mercs of Vela could only have nightmares of. In addition, the realization of ‘I’m not real, I’ll never feel things, I’ll never be loved, I’ll never be human’ hit him hard and fast, and one thing leads to another, and he now feels extremely lost and experiences the closest thing an AI can feel to Chronic Depression, and a total lack of emotional control. He has a hard time living with the fact one day, he will be rebooted and everything he knows will turn to dust, just like it has before.
  He grows tired of violence, and even though he’s learned to live with it, he’s become burned out and wants nothing more than to go to some peaceful place where his servos can grow older until he one day ceases functions, all without violence.
  He’s had his run.
  
  Appearance Description: A black robot standing around 6 feet, he’s quite intimidating. His faceplates are interchangeable but he mostly sticks with his most updated chassis standard yellow. He dons a large coat with a vest underneath, along with trinkets such as a shemagh, Cross necklace, and multiple dog tags. Some of friends, some of victims.
  
  
• History
  His story is a long and troubled one. His first generation was spent in the Air Force of the planet Arkhasa, teaching him the skill of piloting that would help him throughout his life. He obeyed his masters and fought against rebels valiantly until being shot down over the city ofHam-ar Sayed, His memory was wiped and Generation 2 Began. He was immediately inducted as a frontline infantryman in Operation Vector Sun, a Massive offensive by a military order known as the Great Inquisition against the system of Kassel, Genocide ensued, and He was eventually destroyed by a mortar shell months before victory was claimed. Soon after he was sold to the United Fedris Republic, and the last major chassis updates where undertaken, along with the start of Gen 3. (He still to this day has the faded FENRIS logo across the back of his head.) This was a guerrilla war comparable to the US’s war in Afghanistan, and due to a relative stalemate he was only destroyed after his vehicle struck a plasma mine. His parts were sold to COX Defense contracting, and Generation 4 Began. He returned to Arkhasa, which had undertaken a terrible war while he was gone at the hands of the same rebels who shot him down. Here, he realized the cycle of generations, his identity, and eventually this culminated in his attempt to kill himself in a way that would prevent a reboot. This did work for a time, and his parts where kept in storage. Infighting at COX lead to the division into Skeleton Spirit PMC, and Phoenix Security Solutions. His parts where salvaged by Skeleton Spirit, and where reset, Beginning Generation 5, Only this time someone was there to fill him in on his discoveries. A man named January, An engineer who would shortly after he killed in a ship malfunction. He soon began to travel the universe, collecting relics of his past generations, Soon, he began to settle and rejoin with the Skeleton Spirit chapter in Vela, and now he’s Here.
• Loadout
  Fighting Style: He uses every bit of his knowledge, using weapons with extreme efficiency. He’s trained in CQB tactics and most times uses a combination of his weapons expertise and his natural abilities in combat.
  
  Abilities:
  Robot: Due to being a piece of machinery, he is incredibly strong, relatively fast, and is unable to tire, despite not being as flexible as humans, along with this he retains an almost encyclopedic knowledge of firearms and their operations, he could look at a gun he’s never seen and tell you how to shoot it, reload it, and take it apart with his metaphorical eyes closed. He also does not suffer the same weaknesses as humans (need for oxygen, need for sustenance, disease, etc).
  Experience: Although he does not retain the memories of his past incarnations, he does to some extent retain the skills. One example is he is an excellent pilot, due to his experience.
  These come with their own drawbacks and limits however.
  
  Weapons:
  
  SW4 - This classic is a weapon he came across whilst browsing Vela’s PMC arms depots. He is likes the standardized and reliable feel it gives him, along with the assurance it won’t fail in a combat situation.
  
  STI Combat Master - This iconic CQB pistol is readily available to Skeleton spirit, but Canine’s is chambered in 45E (45. Energy Charged), Packing an extra punch
  
  
• Flavour
  Voice: Nacho/Micheal Mando in BCS, but kind of deeper and I guess older? Idk.
  
  Theme:
  I use the song Ziggy Stardust, but really the whole Ziggy Stardust album is good mood music for him.
  
  
  
  
  Other: Thanks to AKIMBOCROSS for lending me this code, xoxo

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Александр Романов​

«Зря ты это»​

• General Information
• Personality
• Background
• Skills & Equipment

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  Name: Aleksandr Ivanovich Romanov
  Nickname: Sasha
  Race: human
  Age: 34
  Profession: merc/enforcer
  
  Appearance: Standing at 6'2", Sasha's a big boy, muscular in the lean way of a dancer, rather than a beefy weight lifter. He's got a square jaw, a slightly crooked nose, and dirty blond hair that's long enough to look unkempt most of the time. His most striking feature is his eyes: his right eye is brown, his left a bright blue. Like a husky. Out of armor, he's usually found in Gopnik chic: hip-hop pants and track suits paired with the most expensive sneakers you've ever seen. Sleeveless hoodies. Big ass sunglasses. Also owns a leopard fur coat.
  
  FC: Ivan Yankovskiy
  
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  At first meeting, Sasha often comes across as cold: quiet, reserved, and often dry or brusque when he does contribute to the conversation. This is a defense mechanism: all his life he's been the weird kid, too loud at the wrong times, always saying the wrong thing, and he's learned to keep his mouth shut. If you manage to get him to warm up to you, you'll find a completely different person hiding under that indifferent armor. Confident, affable, and with a decisiveness that's its own kind of charisma, once he's comfortable with people he usually winds up in the center of them, to his great surprise.
  
  At this point, the only person who thinks people don't like Sasha is mostly Sasha, but old habits die hard.
  
  He likes the stability of military structure, likes not having to worry about where he falls in the social pecking order. Without it, he's usually spending a large part of his mental processing power trying to determine where he falls in a social context, and how that translates into any given interaction. The easiest option is always to keep his mouth shut, though that also seems to upset people, so there's never any winning. Sasha thrives on routines. He likes things just so and will be very unhappy when things change without what he considers an appropriate amount of warning. Emergencies are one thing. Changing what order we do daily activities in abruptly? Wailing and gnashing of teeth.
  
  Sasha does also have a hell of a temper, but he's long learned to keep it to himself. Most people don't get to see it until he's well past the boiling point, and then everyone finds out how big the bomb at the end of that long fuse is. And it is very, very large. Despite the temper and his typically grumpy daily demeanor, in an actual crisis he's a cool head. When everything is going to shit around him is when Sasha is at his best.
  
  Character Flaws:
  
  Irritable: He's just so grumpy all of the time. It's not personal. He's just like that.
  
  Arrogant: He's very good at what he does, and he's not open to constructive criticism, thank you. This means he will often do things the hard way just because that's how he knows how to do it.
  
  Shy: He's weird, he's lonely, and he desperately needs to be adopted by a bubbly extrovert, but he will never in a million years admit to this.
  
  PTSD: He has a lot of nightmares. The occasional emotional flashback. He doesn't want to talk about it, thanks.
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  Born and raised on the Zvezda moonbase, an old lunar research and mining colony on a small moon on a small planet at the fringes of Celestial control, Sasha's early childhood was in an isolated place that was difficult to live in, but his family was happy. At least until the Celestials made moves to bring Zvezda under more complete control. Being a small base on an unterraformed moon, there was no real way for any sort of resistance, and Zvezda folded quickly. The Celestials were disinterested in the base's various research projects and quickly turned the people of Zvezda to increase mining production. In his teenage years, faced with the choice of being stuck on Zvezda mining for the rest of his life or joining Celestial forces and getting the fuck off that rock, Sasha didn't think very hard before enlisting. At seventeen he left home for basic training, and then spent the next ten years doing to other little moons and satellites and colonies what had been done to his family.
  
  The irony wasn't lost on him.
  
  Eventually, thoroughly sick of Celestial bullshit and his part in perpetuating it, Sasha got out of the military. With his skills he very quickly fell into merc work. He's been bumming around Vela for a few years now, mostly working as an enforcer for a mid-tier mob. It's not glamorous or exciting, but it pays the bills and leaves him with enough to send money home regularly. He's been lying to his parents through his teeth since he left the military, telling them he picked up work as a hardware repair tech. He's sure they don't believe him, but they've been nice enough not to ask any hard questions about it.
  
  Currently he's bored with his job, he hates the Celestials, and he's very, very interested in any sort of work that would fix both his problems.
  
• 
  Fighting style: Sasha is a designated marksman, trained to work within a squad and cover longer distance targets that a regular rifleman can't hit, though not as far as a true sniper. (He does have actual sniper training, and in a pinch can do proper sniping work, but it's neither his specialty nor his preference.) Ideally, you'll never get close enough to him to test it, but he's a skilled Sambo/Systema fighter as well. At range or in melee, he's an efficient, brutal fighter. A fight that lasts more than a few seconds is a fight that's gone wrong.
  
  Skills:
  +armed and unarmed combat
  +marksman/sniper training
  +finagling/tinkering--it might not be pretty, but he doesn't suck at putting things back together, at least for a little while.
  +computer skills--he is by no stretch a professional hacker, but he knows his way around a computer and can get himself into places he probably shouldn't if left unattended long enough.
  +languages--he's pretty good at picking up enough of a language to get by in a new place after a month or two, even though he's usually got a thick accent.
  +dance--he learned ballet as a kid and even now his regular exercise routine includes a lot of dance moves and warm ups. Can and will kick you in the face.
  
  Equipment:
  +SVD designated marksman rifle
  +Eon Anti-Riot Shotgun
  +Steiner Bisley Zenith Pisol
  +P.K.C. Enforcer KMS 2017 Compact Pistol
  +fixed bladed utility knife
  +folding knife
  +body armor--nothing fancy, just an extra layer to keep him from being shot. Lightweight for ease of movement.
  
  Abilities: vanilla human, just a little bit more flexible than most.
  
  Extras:
  playlist
  

 

[RikuXIII]

Name: Wu Krai

Race: Zaru'Pal

Age: 28

profession: Gambler/petty thief

Appearance: A slim, lithe individual with vaguely simian traits. Skin is brown, with blue and yellow face paint. Topping the head is a mop of fluffy white hair, tied into a pony tail. Eyes are orange. Hands and feet are large for his frame, with the toes being quite dexterous complete with a thumb. Has a stub of a tail covered in fur the same color as his hair.
Cloths are a little shabby, looking to be the remains of some sort of light armor. Armored gauntlets and boots remain as reminders of the past.

Weapons: Zaru'Pal Battle Staff (melee weapon with built in energy blaster)

Skills: Adapt card player, pick pocketing, mechanical lock picking and some electronic, mixed martial arts, intermediate combat training, slight of hand tricks, stealth training.

Abilities: Hand feet, enhanced senses, a minor danger sense.

Fighting style: Acrobatic staff fighting with marksman shots along with martial arts.

Personality: Despite the Zaru'Pal similarity to simians, Wu Krai's personality could be said to be more feline based. He tends to be aloof with a nonchalant air. He'll turn on the charm when he wants something, but will disappear once he's got it. He has a sarcastic wit for which to judge the world from his comfortable perch. Some of this is to cover for his jaded view of the world after realizing that his proud race is nothing more than delusional thugs. While he tries not to take interest in others, there are a few he's felt kinship with, who game a steadfast (if grumbling) friend.

Character flaws:

• Lazy: Wu doesn't like working, preferring simple pleasures and indulgences. Getting him to do something is sometimes a choir unto itself.
• Indifferent: Wu tends to turn a blind eye to the hardship of others. He's not heartless, but figures everyone has their own problems, so chooses to focus on his own.
• Gambling Addiction: Wu loves games and the thrill of winning. When things go bad, the sunk cost fallacy pushes him to keep going cause he just needs one more chance to turn his luck around.

Background: Hailing from the proud Parda Tribe, Wu Krai grew up in his people's warrior culture. The pride of the Zaru'Pal was drilled into his head, with the destiny of conquest and glory tantalizing to the young warrior. It wasn't until he earned his staff and began working with his unit when he started to question this.
For the next half a decade, Wu and his unit worked as mercenaries. Most of their earnings went back to the Tribes, but it was all for the glory of the Zaru'Pal. While most of the unit kept to themselves, Wu would interact with locals and other mercs. It was some humans that introduced him to cards, while also beginning to gain an outside view of his people. The breaking point came when his unit got screwed over on a job, with only Wu and his friend Zha making it out alive. And what did the mighty tribes of the Zaru'Pal do at this affront? Apologized to those who had screwed them over and offered gifts in recompense. The proud conquers nothing more then sniveling lap dogs.
Disgusted by his people and the lie he had been sold, Wu left the Tribes to find his own way. Not wanting to sell his combat skills like he had before, he took to gambling to make his way. When in a loosing streak, he learned a bit of stealing wasn't beneath him. While he mostly traveled on his own for the past 5 years, Wu took to traveling with a kindred spirit as he avoids people he owes money and his own people.

 

[Shmuel]

Name: Aron Lev-Tahor

Race: Human (Adama Boeret)

Age: 30

Profession: Vigilante/Courier

Appearance: Aron has an athletic build and broad shoulders, he's six-foot, one-inch, has lightly tanned skin, gray-green eyes, and short, wavy dark-brown hair.

Weapons:
After working in Vela for three years, Aron was able to buy a round-trip ticket back home for a short visit. While there, he bought a few things to take back with him.

Broadsword - The sword is two-handed, with a double-edged blade. It has a cross guard with emblem of a star on it. It is made of an obscure metal native to Adama Boeret.



Ring - The ring is fourteen carat gold-plated Sterling Silver. The band has a word in the Boerit script. It has a square setting on top with twelve colored stones inlaid in a three-by-four grid.
When the right stones are pressed in, the ring emits a realistic holographic projection onto the wearer, giving them the appearance of an armor-clad warrior.




Necklace - The necklace is made of a Sterling Silver, with a small chain a clip-on bail with a filigree design, and a stack of rings covered in Boerit Script. The rings swivel around a central shaft. When the rings are arranged in the right order, the voice of the wearer is modulated to a deep, muffled register.

Skills:
Multilingual - Although Aron's native language is Boerit, he's become fairly proficient in Common over the last five years.

Fast Reflexes - Once when he was young, Aron left his foot hanging out from shade into direct sunlight and got a nasty burn in just a few seconds. From that point on, he learned to quickly pull his hands and feet in should they get too close to the sunlight.

Fast Runner - After years of running back and forth between spots shaded from his home world's two suns, Aron has developed exceptionally strong legs. His speed and endurance rival that of a young cat-o'-war.

Abilities:
Resistance to Heat - Growing up in extreme heat has regulated Aron's body temperature to higher-than-normal ranges for humans. This gives him a natural advantage in hot environments.

Fighting style:
Threat Assesment - Before each battle and whenever, Aron scans his surroundings for allies, opponents and dangers.

Close-range - After prioritizing the biggest threat, Aron uses his speed to close the gap between him and his opponent. Then, out comes his Broadsword, used to intimidate, back off, control, and subdue. Not every victory requires someone to die.

Personality:
Friendly - Aron was taught to treat others the way he wants others to treat him. Though he may feel some are undeserving of kindness, he is often surprised at how his kindness is reciprocated.

Observant - Aron watches and listens. The slightest movement, the faintest sound, anything could be an early warning of danger. He will be ready for it.

Passionate - Aron always put his whole heart into whatever he does. Whether it be courier or vigilante, he puts every once of effort into it.

Character flaws:
Pessimism - Aron was always an optimist. He hoped for the best and looked for it in others most of his life. Sadly, the last five years in Lowtown has left him feeling jaded. He still strives to do what he thinks is right, but can't bring himself to expect the same from others. At times, he expects the worst.

Extreme Focus - Aron likes to focus on task at a time. He does it so well, that once he starts something, it can be hard to get him to see anything else.
Weakness to Cold - Aron's body temperature is higher than most humans, so he's more susceptible to the cold. Even 60°f can feel like freezing to him.

Background: Aron was born on a planet with two suns. The climate there is so harsh that one in ten children don't live to be four years old. His parents didn't want to risk losing a child, and didn't know if they could stand the loss if they did, so he was their only child.

Growing up, life wasn't easy. His father and mother loved him dearly and did everything they could for him, but they couldn't do much. They had no money and were far away from the few cities on Adama Boeret, so they were forced to live off the land. There were enough natural resources to survive, but being in the direct sunlight of both suns simultaneously for more than a few moments usually proved fatal. There weren't many opportunities to gather food safely, so Boeretim learned to be quick on their feet.

When Aron was ten, the Traders had arrived. Traveling merchants discovered their planet and established a trade route with the capital, Ir Hazahuv. They visited every year after that. They would even take passengers off-planet if they could afford the fare. He had heard stories of those that had left and returned. Many had accumulated wealth and came back to share it with family and friends.

Aron promised his parents he would become wealthy and come back to help them. Fifteen years later, at the age twenty-five, Aron bid his parents farewell. He assured them he would come back as soon as he had something share. Nevertheless, it was an emotional time for everyone.
He made the difficult journey to Ir Hazahuv on the anniversary of the Traders arrival.

As he approached the booth that sold boarding passes, he pulled out the money he had been saving up since he was ten.
"That's not enough," the man said. The price had gone up. He looked at the man stunned, but he was not discouraged. He hid himself until it was time for the ship to leave and stowed away. He would keep his promise.
Aron was sorely surprised to find that Lowtown in Vela was just another kind of harsh climate. Starting from the bottom, he was soon offered a job as a courier when someone witnessed how fast he was. He soon found something he couldn't outrun: the crime rate. After returning home briefly, Aron determined he had to do what he could to set things right in Lowtown, as no one else was. He decided to become a vigilante.

 

[RikuXIII]

Name: Inoni

Race: formerly human

Age: 21

profession: Musician and mercenary

Appearance: 6' in height. Skin is off-white with the cold feel of stone to the touch. Brighter white designs on upper torso and upper legs. Black metallic parts on the throat and ears. Transparent plates on the side of the head show a brain inside. Pale blond on top of the head, swept to one side. Lips and nails are black.
Wears bracers as similar material as body that extend most of the way up the arms. Drapery and other ornaments hang from this hips.
Usually wears a a green jacket with asymmetrical clasps, long loose sleeves that extend past hands, plus a hood that is put up to obscure transparent plates.

Weapons: Energy Bow and Energy Sword.

Skills: Archery marksman training, mastery of several musical instruments, light culinary skills, unarmed combat training, meditation, and hacking.

Abilities: Personal shielding unit that provides protection, enhanced unarmed strikes, and can also be used in a rudimentary form of telekinesis. Enhanced physical capabilities. Can interface with computer systems wirelessly and wired.

Additional Equipment:

Fighting style: A use of innate abilities to manipulate the battlefield, through shield manipulation and combat hacking. Will maintain distance to fire off shots with energy bow, resorting to sword only as last resort.

Personality: Inoni tends to be quite and thoughtful. She doesn't like to waste words when a look or gesture will do. The only sound she isn't stingy with is her music. Whether a absent hum or playing her shamxian. Music has been her only escape in dark times, and remains a comfort. Since stuck in a subservient role her whole life, she makes a concerted effort not to take crap from anyone. She's not looking for a fight, but will definitely not back down from one. She values genuine individuals, detesting liars and flatterers.

Character flaws:

• Distrustful of authority: Due to upbringing, Inoni views all in positions of power with deep suspicion and at times, disgust.
• Stubborn: While she tries to be careful of her action, once she is committed to an action, it's hard to persuade her to stop. For better or worse.
• Mental Overload: Inoni was not meant for or trained for this body. Without proper meditation and rest, she could fall into either dissociative episodes, or sever sensory overload.

Background: Inoni was born in a remote corner of the galaxy, a serf to the Versai Nobility. Like many low class kids, she was pushed to develop a skill that might attract the favor of the Versai. It wasn't until she picked up her first sanxian instrument that she felt at home. She spent every free moment with it, learning how to express the emotions she could not put into words into musical notes. Her parents watched this development with baited breath. As an answer to their prayers, her melody's caught the attention of a Versai's concierge as a talent that might please their master.
Taken from her village, Inoni was strictly trained in instruments and manners to make her acceptable for the upper crust. When she was finally allowed to play for the Versai Baron, she felt like a clown or wind up doll with all the make up and uncomfortable clothes she had to wear. Despite the situation, she still blew the audience away, securing a place in the court.
For the next few years, she played for the mostly immortal Versai. Because she kept to herself, she had few friends. But the one she was able to form was Doctor Margo. The good doctor was a specialist who would transplant and maintain the biomechanical transhuman bodies that the Versai used to maintain their long, decadent lives. With everyone feeling fake around them, the duo appreciated the simple honesty of each other's company. From Margo, Inoni learned about computers, finding a strange...rhythm to it. Anything to escape the sickeningly sweet world of the Versai.
As more time went on, the pretty facade of Versai life slipped to see the cruel nature underneath. It was well known that the servants who displeased their masters would be lucky to merely be beaten. This wore on Inoni's soul till she reached a breaking point. The chamber maid hadn't even done anything, but the princess was tired of her and had her thrown out of the tower window. Acting in righteous anger, Inoni stepped up and broke her instrument over the princess's still organic face. The princess survived, but her looks were slightly blemished. Enraged by this affront, the princess had Inoni dragged away to be tortured to death. Dr Margi was put in charge of keeping her alive to drag out the process. At first, the doctor used drugs to keep Inoni unconscious for the process, but she had her own breaking point.
Inoni woke up one day feeling strangely numb. The first thing she saw was the princess on an operating table, dead. The next was her own broken body on another table. She looked down to see she was in a Versai body. Dr Margo was there a moment later with supplies. She insisted that they needed to move. Inoni demanded to know what happened, to which Dr Margo confessed to murdering the princess and installing Inoni into the body intended for the cruel royal. The duo tried to escape Versai space, but Dr Margo was caught and took her own life to ensure Inoni got away.
Alone and on the run in a stolen body, Inoni did her best to make her way in the vast galaxy. She did her best to make her way, using her musical skills or new abilities. She made friends with another outcast on the run, leading to a partnership to stay free.

Spoiler

Name: Inoni

Race: formerly human

Age: 21

profession: Musician and mercenary

Appearance: 6' in height. Skin is off-white with the cold feel of stone to the touch. Brighter white designs on upper torso and upper legs. Black metallic parts on the throat and ears. Transparent plates on the side of the head show a brain inside. Pale blond on top of the head, swept to one side. Lips and nails are black.
Wears bracers as similar material as body that extend most of the way up the arms. Drapery and other ornaments hang from this hips.
Usually wears a a green jacket with asymmetrical clasps, long loose sleeves that extend past hands, plus a hood that is put up to obscure transparent plates.

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Weapons: Energy Bow and Energy Sword.

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Skills: Archery marksman training, mastery of several musical instruments, light culinary skills, unarmed combat training, meditation, and hacking.

Abilities: Personal shielding unit that provides protection, enhanced unarmed strikes, and can also be used in a rudimentary form of telekinesis. Enhanced physical capabilities. Can interface with computer systems wirelessly and wired.

Additional Equipment:

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Fighting style: A use of innate abilities to manipulate the battlefield, through shield manipulation and combat hacking. Will maintain distance to fire off shots with energy bow, resorting to sword only as last resort.

Personality: Inoni tends to be quite and thoughtful. She doesn't like to waste words when a look or gesture will do. The only sound she isn't stingy with is her music. Whether a absent hum or playing her shamxian. Music has been her only escape in dark times, and remains a comfort. Since stuck in a subservient role her whole life, she makes a concerted effort not to take crap from anyone. She's not looking for a fight, but will definitely not back down from one. She values genuine individuals, detesting liars and flatterers.

Character flaws:

• Distrustful of authority: Due to upbringing, Inoni views all in positions of power with deep suspicion and at times, disgust.
• Stubborn: While she tries to be careful of her action, once she is committed to an action, it's hard to persuade her to stop. For better or worse.
• Mental Overload: Inoni was not meant for or trained for this body. Without proper meditation and rest, she could fall into either dissociative episodes, or sever sensory overload.

Background: Inoni was born in a remote corner of the galaxy, a serf to the Versai Nobility. Like many low class kids, she was pushed to develop a skill that might attract the favor of the Versai. It wasn't until she picked up her first sanxian instrument that she felt at home. She spent every free moment with it, learning how to express the emotions she could not put into words into musical notes. Her parents watched this development with baited breath. As an answer to their prayers, her melody's caught the attention of a Versai's concierge as a talent that might please their master.
Taken from her village, Inoni was strictly trained in instruments and manners to make her acceptable for the upper crust. When she was finally allowed to play for the Versai Baron, she felt like a clown or wind up doll with all the make up and uncomfortable clothes she had to wear. Despite the situation, she still blew the audience away, securing a place in the court.
For the next few years, she played for the mostly immortal Versai. Because she kept to herself, she had few friends. But the one she was able to form was Doctor Margo. The good doctor was a specialist who would transplant and maintain the biomechanical transhuman bodies that the Versai used to maintain their long, decadent lives. With everyone feeling fake around them, the duo appreciated the simple honesty of each other's company. From Margo, Inoni learned about computers, finding a strange...rhythm to it. Anything to escape the sickeningly sweet world of the Versai.
As more time went on, the pretty facade of Versai life slipped to see the cruel nature underneath. It was well known that the servants who displeased their masters would be lucky to merely be beaten. This wore on Inoni's soul till she reached a breaking point. The chamber maid hadn't even done anything, but the princess was tired of her and had her thrown out of the tower window. Acting in righteous anger, Inoni stepped up and broke her instrument over the princess's still organic face. The princess survived, but her looks were slightly blemished. Enraged by this affront, the princess had Inoni dragged away to be tortured to death. Dr Margi was put in charge of keeping her alive to drag out the process. At first, the doctor used drugs to keep Inoni unconscious for the process, but she had her own breaking point.
Inoni woke up one day feeling strangely numb. The first thing she saw was the princess on an operating table, dead. The next was her own broken body on another table. She looked down to see she was in a Versai body. Dr Margo was there a moment later with supplies. She insisted that they needed to move. Inoni demanded to know what happened, to which Dr Margo confessed to murdering the princess and installing Inoni into the body intended for the cruel royal. The duo tried to escape Versai space, but Dr Margo was caught and took her own life to ensure Inoni got away.
Alone and on the run in a stolen body, Inoni did her best to make her way in the vast galaxy. She did her best to make her way, using her musical skills or new abilities. She made friends with another outcast on the run, leading to a partnership to stay free.

 

[Emotional Enigma]

Juniper Gael

Professional Arms Dealer & Mechanic

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  full name

  Juniper Gael

  nicknames

  Junie Bee, Bee, Bubs, Jay, June Bug, June

  age

  24

  Origin of Birth

  Vela, High Town Sector

  Race

  Human

  Profession

  Arms Dealer & Cyberware Mechanic

  Weapons, Skills, Abilities

  June is exemplary with machinery & cyberware
  Has little to no combat experience
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  hair

  Changes frequently but is currently a faded pink

  eyes

  Dark blue

  physique

  Petite, yet abused by alchohol and heavy medications she only sometimes takes

  modifications

  Missing a hand that has been duly replaced with a mechanical hand, tattoos of various symbols up her sternum and midriff

  Nightmare

  AViVA
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  Art
  Literature
  Video Games
  Comics
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  Loud noises / voices
  Authority figures
  Spicy foods
  Cameras
  Hackers
  
  

  Character Flaws

  Quick Tempered
  Impatient
  Spoiled
  
  
  
  

  Fears

  Thunder
  Lightning
  Large bodies of water
  Her parents
  Hospitals
  
  

  Fighting Style

  June doesn't have a fighting style; she much prefers to run away
  If caught June has a small arsenal on hand of smoke bombs
  She is an expert escape artist
  
  

  personality

  Juniper is an introvert. She gets irritated quickly and has a short fuse; an attribute she equates to her father. She's groans and pushes people away when she's upset but if backed into a corner Juniper will scream. She'd rather deal with her problems alone and isn't afraid of burning every bridge to make it happen. When she's upset and can't be alone, she will say just about anything to make the person go away even if something truly vile. It's undoubtly a flaw of hers; quick to jump ship at the first sign of a storm. To be concise, Juniper is guarded. When she's not in a foul mood she is calm and quiet. June does most of her work solo and is unused to company so she patience and tolerance for those in her space is minimal. Aside from her usual grumpiness June is also spoiled. If she desires something she will attain it one way or another; usually through theft. Her moral compass is a bit skewed to say the least...
  
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  Relationships:

  Camilla Gael
  (Mother)
  
  Vincent Gael
  (Father)
  
  Rupert Gael
  (Little brother)
  
  

  Backstory

  
  
  In order to understand Juniper's upbringing one has to understand the tyrant Vincent Gael. Remarkably, June's whole life was centered around him in one way or another.
  
  Juniper grew up in a mostly loving family. Well, it's the thought that counts. Her family tried to be loving but it seemed that the harder they tried to love correctly the more their family fell apart. Her father, Vincent, was adamant that Juniper grow into a well versed woman and find a suitable husband to inherit their fortune. He descended from generations of wealth and was determined to keep the business intact even after he retired. The family business was certainly not a safe one either. The Gael family owned one of the largest pharma companies to inhabit the interstellar colonies; Gael Pharm Co. It was cutthroat and though June had been well protected in her upbringing she still had her fair share of scares. Vincent was a believer in teaching through pain and aggressively protecting his family and it's name. When June or Rupert missed a key in their piano lessons, the tutors were promptly instructed to bang the children's wrists with a ruler. If anyone in the company was caught skimping they were classified as "missing" within the day. No one was safe from Vincent's grip.
  
  CAMILLA GAEL:
  Juniper's mother, Camilla, ran the family business's corporate relations. Camilla and Vincent weren't legally separated to avoid negative media coverage but as far as June was concerned, they were basically divorced. Camilla did her work from across town in the High Town sector or sometimes even across the galaxy; only to be seen or heard from distracted video calls. She would only visit to discuss legal matters for the company or speak with investors. She barely showed her children any attention and left June and Rupert in the care of Vincent who wasn't too keen on being the father the children needed. June doesn't know who her mother used to be or if she used to be soft she suspected her father had done something to make her mother the person she was today. June often saw her mother as a shark; someone who needed to keep moving in order to breathe. She never showed weakness and it's the very reason despite their differences June believed her father kept her as head of the company affairs. She was cold, cruel and calculated but not as much as June's own father. They were a matchmade in heaven.
  
  RUPERT GAEL:
  Rupert was June's little brother. He was the first born boy of the family and June was cast aside as soon as he drew first breathe. He became the heart of the family legacy and the apple of everyone's eye. Extended family, shareholders, media - everyone was waiting to see what the young heir would grow up to be. Rupert however wasn't who Vincent wanted. Growing up they noticed Rupert had many allergies; peanuts, strawberries, dairy, benzoyl. Rupert was also a cry-er and a hugger and unbelievably shy. He quickly aggravated Vincent and was also cast aside, his attention returning to June as their last hope in an heir. Poor Rupert was nothing more than a disappointing burden and June was far too afraid of her father's scorn to defend her little brother. It didn't stop her late night tirades into the kitchen with him to get cookies and help him cope through the years but that too eventually stopped. After the maid had been fired for cooking cookies and leaving them very plainly in the open for the children...
  
  JUNIPER GAEL:
  Juniper didn't truly understand what power she inherited until she was sixteen. Her father had begun setting her up with suitors between piano lessons. There was a new one every hour for weeks. Eventually June started enjoying her piano lessons, her language classes and her private philosophy lectures. It kept her busy and away from her various dates her father set up. He'd allow her to skip them if she told him she was busy with her classes. It wouldn't work forever though. Vincent stopped accepting these excuses and became more bold as June grew older. After she turned eighteen he chose a suitor for her. June tried to stand up to her father and was met with physical backlash. He saw his children as soldiers that needed to be broken and rebuilt in his image. He began a more intensive teaching style for his daughter. The first transgression was a firm slap on her face. The second was an ice bath, the third was sleep deprivation. He would do what it took to make her understand that their family fortune was in her hands even if it meant cutting cutting one of them off...
  June had had enough. It was high time for her to squeeze out from under her father's thumb and get away while she had the chance. Her first two attempts failed and she was caught by body guards for the family estate. The months between those attempts were utter hell. June was caged like an animal to only one room in the mansion - hers. She couldn't even leave so see Rupert and all of her trinkets, hobbies and access to the outside world had been confiscated. June was utterly alone in a barren room of white walls, a closet of clothes and an equally bleak bathroom. June managed to escape on her third attempt while her father was on another planet for a pharmaceutical meeting. Once June was out she never returned. A few days after her initial escape her name was plastered everywhere; "DAUGHTER OF WEALTHY GAEL FAMILY CO. MISSING - REWARD FOR SAFE RETURN". A plea from her father aired twice over asking for her safe return as if she had been kidnapped but it didn't fool her. June saw the malice in his eyes, she knew he could find her if she made one wrong step and once he did she would never see the light of day ever again. He hid the truth from everyone and June was far too afraid to speak out against him ever again. June found a place to live in a shabby shack in a dilapidated part of town but she was constantly on the move; mercenaries of all kinds had been hired to find her. It wasn't until years later when their numbers started to dwindle and June found some peace.
  
  CURRENTLY:
  Now years later Juniper still lives by herself in Midtown, the red light district. She works anonymously for local mercenaries as an arms dealer going by the name J-Bug. No one knows her true identity, or at least she has yet to tell anyone. Her new business is one of her own creation and with no ties to her father's name. June creates weapons and accessories of destruction in the privacy of her snug shack. Her weapons are good quality and fetch a pretty penny on the market and when she needs supplies her weapons prove handy in her heists. She can build, fix, steal and hack almost anything in her way. It wasn't a hobby June knew she had but she found herself tinkering and actually having a knack for it. Soon she had enough bombs for an army and with varying degrees from smoke bombs to skyscraper explosions heard from two planets away.
  
  

coded by natasha.