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Super Villain Nova

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Positions Available Captain-Taken First-mate- Taken Quartermaster Pilot 1 Pilot 2/Navigation-Taken Gunner Master Medic-Taken (more welcome) Mechanic More welcome Cook Lead Rider-Taken Rider two- Taken Extra Riders available Hired Gun- Not accepting hired guns at the moment. Extra crew men on the ship- (welcome) Passengers-(those of you that wish to not be apart of the crew) Character sheet information: Name: Age: Race: Appearance: (please use an image of real people. Anime is strongly not preferred. Unless approved first) Personality: History: Position on the ship: Extra: Please do not make android characters or those too reliant on technology. Such characters will not be accepted due to plot. Each character is expected to have at least one-two paragraphs for personality and history. You have an entire universe to work wit after all, so don't be afraid to be creative. If you have a concept you are not sure about, PM me and we can discuss. ( ^_^ )


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Name: Scarlet Ross


Age: 29


Race: Human/Amazon


Appearance:


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Personality: Ross can be very stern at times. She comes off as sarcastic and even uncaring. But deep down this once feared pirate will do anything for her crew. She thinks of them as her family. But her hard exterior makes it hard to notice such feelings.


History: Ross was born on a pirate ship. Her mother had feelings for a man on one of the Boarder Planets. He died before she was born, but even if he was alive she would have never had a chance to meet him.


Ross is mostly human, her features should not be taken lightly. She actually has a hidden strength under all those human looks. Most amazon women are tall and are very tones. Ross takes mostly after her father and Grandmother from her mom's side of the family.


Not long after Ross left her mother and the pirate crew she grew up with, she found herself a good friend that she could trust inside and out. Her first-mate. They had many adventures together through space and the Verse. They were mercenaries that did almost anything to keep money in their pockets.


One day after a well paid job, Ross turned to her first-mate and told him/her that she wanted a ship of her own. The first-mate thought she was insane as ships were either good or bad to own. They cost a lot of money just to get space worthy, and even more just to keep it in the black.


But Ross was determined.


I took her ages to find the Gallion.... But she did it... And she also found her second crew member. Edward Shin... It was like he came with the ship.... Actually he did. The only way for her to get this ship was to make a deal with Shin. But the deal was too good to pass up. So in the end.... Ross got her ship... And what a beauty she was.


Position on the ship: Captain


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Name: Edward Shin (aka: Shin)


Age: 27


Race: Human/unknown


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Personality: Shin is very sarcastic when it comes to awkward situations. It's like his way of dealing with pressure, stress or just something he is uncomfortable with. He isn't a fighter, nor is he any good with guns. He is however great with computers and all types of ships.... And even the rare Rider bikes. But he does not show his talents at full potential. He tends to only share what he knows if it's really needed. Most people would call him lazy on the ship seeing as he hardly ever leaves it... But really Shin is a busy man.


The Gallion is his home... He treats it like it was something apart of him. Mess with the Gallion... You're messing with Shin.


History: Shin's past is hidden well... Even from Ross. All she knew was that Shin was working at a ship junkyard when she meet him and found the Gallion. Shin wont talk about his past and will only tell stories about the past five years on the ship if asked.


Shin does have a side to him that the others may notice... But might not say much about. He is a huge fan of the Races on Edison and if they are planet side while a race is being broadcast.... You can find Shin at the closest bar, drinking and watching the race.


Position on the ship: Second Pilot and Navigator


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Will add in more later.....


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Identifying Markings

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Shin always wears a cloth wristband over his left wrist where this tattoo is.

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Charlotte (Charlie) Gardner<br />


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Age: 25 Home: Thalassa, Dione system. Race: Human. “Kinda boring I know… don’t have no cool eyes, reflexes or anything honestly awesome really. It’s almost has if ‘verse ran out of the ‘pretty crayons’ when dreaming up me.”


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General information [ Age: 25 Home: Thalassa, Dione system. Race: Human. “<em>Kinda boring I know… don’t have no cool eyes, reflexes or anything honestly awesome really. It’s almost has if ‘verse ran out of the ‘pretty crayons’ when dreaming up me.”</em> [/side] Appearance: Charlie has short, wavy hair which dusts the top of her shoulders. Mousey brown, she always found it a bit boring, so she brightened it up with a few shots of brilliant blue. She’s short, coming in at 5’2 but packs quite a punch, so don’t let her small stature fool you. She weights 8st, so is an average build for her height, but beneath the tanned skin from so many childhood days spent under the sun at school, ripples sinuous muscles. She has a warm smile which brightens up a heart shaped face, where two deep blue eyes are centre piece above a button nose. Here, navigation glasses tend to be balanced, giving her a well-read look. Her high cheek bones give her a perpetual mischievous look which makes people simultaneously drop and rise their guard. Why? Well on instinct it’s only natural to want to trust Charlie’s sweet persona which she presents. However, there's always a hint of her wicked smile which constantly puts people on edge, as they are always waiting to see what she's got up her sleeve next. Of course, most of the time they don’t actually have to worry. <em>"The word "most" is key here"</em> Her clothes are always relaxed, with loose combat trousers and tight black tops being her daily attire. She’s also got at least one comic book close to hand, or a single pen tucked neatly behind one ear. Even if tech makes things easier for her, she likes to work stuff out when tinkering, by pen and paper, resulting in numerous ink stains to decorate her clothes and colour her skin. When she’s cooking however, she usually cleans up a little, not wanting to get ink into people’s food. Of course, she also has to keep her clothes clean too, so she had a simple overall she likes to wear, which patterns and badges sown into the material. She thinks it looks cool, but honestly… it resembles a potato sack which had a rough time with the children in nursery when it came to finger painting time.
  • Charlie has a rather large pistol that she keeps strapped to her belt. <em>“I call him lil’ John.”</em> Navigation glasses, these are small, normal looking glasses, but when you put them on, you realise they link up to her bikes navigation system and shows the suggested route which the pilot can follow, if it’s not set to auto that is. These glasses also help aim and keep track of her squad during a square off. Around her wrist, Charlie also carries a portable music player which doubles as a watch. From here, the device connects to some wireless headphones the woman wears while she’s driving. <em>“Gotta have some tunes to brighten the trip.” </em> <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=http://www.satoracing.com/pics/diavel_fullbike_700x427.jpg&key=fb7d33b1a39ef4e660e0ff4166fc779fa64687c328a984a91ab43d8107b33e83" class="ipsImage" alt="diavel_fullbike_700x427.jpg" /> Lastly, Charlie’s bike. Her baby. Her one and only (she’s never really had a long term relationship, so just go with it). She loves it, cleans it and even sings to it. It looks big because it is big. “<em>Yet he purrs like a kitten.” </em> It is one of the rarer models but it is not by far the most sought after within the market. Instead, Charlie's bike is an older model which had been referbished with some of the latest technology. "I can't upgrade everything. Its expensive." Her bike is lighter than other models, which is a necessity due to Charlie's smaller than average size. However, what it lacks in weight and strength it makes up for in speed, as well as couple of light weight weaponry. In a fight, Charlie relies more on evasive tactics but this strategy hasn't let her down yet. On top of this, due to where she grew up, Charlie is a prime swimmer and diver. She can hold her breath for an exceptionally long time and loves the ocean. In fact, she has a recording of the waves from back home on her music player to help lull her to sleep when she is stressed. Furthermore, she wears a single small silk cord around her neck. Its nothing fancy to the eye, but its worth is beyond imaging. If you know what you are looking at, that is.



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Name: Alex (Raven) Crow


Age: 26


Race: human/Fade (kind of like an elf where she is really tall and pretty... I just made up a word for it)


Appearance:


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Personality: Raven is a tough kind of person. She hates change when it comes to the crew. The Gallion is her home and she will protect it and its crew at all cost. Sometimes she can be rude, but really she means well. She loves sweets and fruit. Doesn't like the protein mesh Ross sometimes cooks.


She is a hard worker and if she can... She tries not to skip corner.


Raven is very smart when it comes to mechanics. She was taught to use what she has... And somehow make it work. She keeps her feet on the ground and her life in space.


History: Raven was not always called Raven. Her mother named her Alexandria, and called her Alex for short.


Raven grew up on one of the Core planets. Most people on the Core planets home rich and famous people. The down side to her story is that she was raised by her mom only. She has no idea who her father is, and if she ever meet him she would beat the crap out of him.


Her mother was a hard worker and got paid pennies. They didn't have much going for them during Raven's younger years. But when she got older her mother gave her her savings. Raven's mom was saving up for Raven to start a new life somewhere better.


Raven didn't want to leave her mom or take the money, but she did. She still keeps in touch with her mom when they port at space stations or have access to the Verse net.


After she left home Raven was lost for a few years. But one day she ran into Ross and the Gallion as she was trying to find a new ship to travel on. She was a passenger for sometime until she over heard Ross talking to the others about a job. She was low on funds and offered her help.


The job was nothing big and it ran very smooth with Raven being a Rider. She always did love the races. But she liked it even more when Ross offered her a permanent job on the Gallion.


Position on the ship: Second Rider


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Her bike


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Dakarai



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Age: 62 (makes him about 30 in human years)


Race: Elsangans (see appearance)


Sex: Male




Appearance:

Images for this are going to be hard: P But I will try my best to describe my new character.


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Dakarai has a tall (6’6”) and well-built humanoid form. Copious muscles ripple below thick skin which is darkly tanned and covered in tribal tattoos created through hundreds of tiny pinprick holes which burrow into his skin. At his shoulders, upper arms, neck and thighs Elsangans have a protective carapace which can be raised like hair to create thin but incredibly sharp blades. Elsangans do this to remain cool in hot environments as well as to display weakpoints while battling, if they believe their opponent needs help.


Dakarai has the typical large pointed ears of his people, which are embellished with a number of pricings. At his forehead, he has boney projection which forms a brow ridge, the bone here being the soft blue colour. The bridge of his nose is armoured, while his hair consists of thick dreadlocks which, like his ears, are decorated with beads and bits of cloth.


There are thin slits below his jaw which act as gills for processing different atmospheres, while his large hands come equip with claw-like finger tips. His feet are large and cover in thick skin, meaning he doesn’t really need to wear shoes. Which give most people the opportunity to spot that his race only has four toes.


On his chest, there are small circular orifices which are used to regulate body temperature, these are a result of Elsangans originating from desert based environments were remaining cool is a key priority.


Hard I know but try and picture this facial structure from the pictures with all the details above xD


  • Dakarai, or known as Dax to most, looks tough and is, for the most part, tough. As Elsangans are use to harsh environments, they are known for their no nonsense attitude to life, as well as their strong warfare culture. Both features are evident in small traces within the gigantic man's mannerisms, which when combined means that he can, sometimes, come across as pensive.


    However, having spent a large majority of his life with humans, he has learned to joke and smile. He has a strong sense of honour when it comes to his own morals. These sometimes align with the law but then, sometimes they don't.


    He is feverishly protective of his family, which is the current crew he’s living with. His longest friend however, can be found in Ross who he will always stand beside. He has been through thick and thin with her, and she is one of only a handful of people to actually see Dax’s rage in its full blaze. Usually he tries to keep a handle on his emotions, trying to remain well grounded, but Elsangans are hot blooded and hot headed by nature so really avoid getting under his skin. He will have no qualms pinning you to the wall and bashing you senseless if you have enraged him. Although Charlie is teaching him to take out his rage on cheap plates they buy when in port.


 
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Name: Valery or Val Black, Dr. Black


Age: 47 (in her race 50 is like 20, or early 20's)


Race: human/Luna


The Luna race is very special. They normally have very white or pale skin with black eyes and black straight hair. Val mostly looks human. Although her hair and eyes are black. Her hair is between straight and curly, and her skin is a smooth pale that sometimes stands out when among others.


The Luna race has a special attribute about them. When they touch someone's skin they can see one's body like and x-ray. Most of the Luna race advance in medical or science occupations. Val is no exception.... But she does have a certain attribute that the Luna race doesn't have... Feelings. Like most of the Luna race, they do not conform or understand a creatures needs to love, laugh or hate. Val has such an exception in this trait due to her human half.


Appearance:


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Personality: Val has a poise and grace to her walk and stature. She is normally calm but when angered.... Run. Her anger is very rare to come by as she tries not to get angry with the crew. She is great with hand to hand combat, it's like a dance to her. She loves the human's old music, the classic operas and musical shows from the inner and core planets. She is very pleasant to have a conversation with and she likes to grow fruit in her room. Some strawberries and little things like so.


Val has become a great asset to the crew and ship. Not only is her pleasant personality a counter for some of the bickering on the ship, but her talents and skill in the medical field would be considered the best of the best.


She can be a bit lost sometimes, mostly when the other crew members talk about Edison and the races, she is not big into such a brutal display.


History: Val was born and raised on one of the core planets. She advanced in the medical field with flying colors. She advanced so fast that when she was sixteen she was already a doctor at one of the best hospitals in the Verse. Although she was already in a high position Val never let down her studies and continued her schooling. By the time she was twenty-five, she could have easily started up her own hospital. But she decided to take her study further and venture out into the Verse. She figured that she could make an even bigger impact to the Verse if she could only go to as many places as she could and study the conditions of all creatures living in the Verse.


Her parents are still very supportive of her wishes and funded most of her trip. She started off as a passenger on the Gallion only two years after it became functional. During her time on the ship the small crew managed to get into trouble and her talents were needed. Ross offered her the medic position and Val accepted it in seconds. The ship was already known to fly to all kinds of planets in all areas, so this would actually help her with her goal.


From time to time her parents would send her things like seeds for her small garden or even a bit of more medical supplies for her and the crew. But now a days Val supports herself off of the pay she gets from the captain. It's not much, but she thinks it's best if she was able to pay for her own way through the Verse instead of her parents just giving her money.


Position on the ship: Medic, Dr. Black


Extra: (Will add in later)

 

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The Remington Brothers


(these characters have yet to join the ship)





Name: Jacob Remington, Goes by Rem


Age: 28


Race: Human


Appearance:


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Personality: Rem is the oldest out of the three brothers. He is a leader in their eyes. He always wants to do best for them as they were all each other had left. Rem is somewhat open to others, but really it's his way of talking that he can get others to open up first. He would find out their weakness just by earning their trust. He would then use that weakness against that person to get what he wanted. He is the kind of person that would never tell his own secret, there for a hustler never shares their secrets.


History: Rem and his brothers grew up on Madelin. They were hired guns for drug dealers and bodyguards for men who got mixed up in the wrong situation. They have become a bit famous on the little moon and some of the moons around them... But their name has yet to reach any further.


After they lost their parents when they were only teens the brothers kept close and did what they could to survive. But one day a traveling man offered to share his goods with them as he felt sorry for the boys.


Turned out that the man had played them for everything they had. At that point they really had nothing. Rem took it upon himself to find the man. He found them and tried to fight the man... But the man was too strong. Just when Rem thought his life was over... His brothers showed up. The three of them killed the man and got their stuff back plus more.


At that moment the brothers vowed to trust no one but one another. To be honest and to try and make the right decisions that would only better them in this world.


Position on the ship: Hired Gun


Appearance:


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Andrew Remington on the right and Micheal Remington on the left.


Name: Andrew


Age: 25


Race: Human


Personality: Andrew is more of a ladies man. He will try and do what ever it takes to get a girl to fall for him. He can also be a hopeless romantic when he thinks he's in love. He loves to gamble and take his chances. He isn't afraid to speak his mind and is ever so loyal to his brothers.


Position on the ship: Hired Gun


Name: Micheal


Age: 26


Race: Human


Personality: Micheal is the kind of person that floats both ways when it comes to choosing his partners. It doesn't really stand out as he is very picky about people. He loves his brothers and will always place them first before love or attraction. He is also a heavy gunner. He would much rather take a rocket launcher to a fight then take a hand gun or a riffle.


Other then that Micheal isn't very open unless he likes you.. So he stays quiet most of the time.


Position on the ship: Hired Gun



 

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Future Passengers


Name: Abigail


Age: Unknown


Race: Unknown


Appearance:


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Personality: Unknown


History: Unknown


Position on the ship: Passenger


Name: Melody


Age: Unknown


Race: Unknown


Appearance:


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Personality: Unknown


History: Unknown


Position on the ship: Passenger


Name: Nick


Age: Unknown


Race: Unknown


Appearance:


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Personality: Unknown


History: Unknown


Position on the ship: Passenger


Name: Francis


Age: Unknown


Race: Unknown


Appearance:


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Personality: Unknown


History: Unknown


Position on the ship: Passenger







 

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Name: Jack Squat


Sex: Male


Race: Human


Appearance:


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He is 6ft tall and lean framed but this doesn't mean he isn't well muscled underneath the clean cut clothes he usually wears. While he's planet side when its warm, he usually wear a waist coat draped over a loose fitting shirt.


He usually has a large canvas bag he wears for out and about trips, but he also has a larger cargo bag he carries about when he's moving between ships. His possessions largely consist of some medical tools, like knives, clean bandages, pain killers and sedatives and syringes , among these he has clothes, and a few yellowing books which the man is often found pouring over in the quiet hours of the morning.


Personality:


He is charming and charismatic, most people, especially woman, usually take an instant liking to him. He is easy to talk to, loves books and likes listening which means he's no stranger to having a queue to his bedroom ;) . But despite these traits, he doesn't seem full of himself. Instead, he is oddly well grounded.


Background:


Most of his background is unknown, to everyone really. Anyone looking into his past, via travel documents will find out about a family man from a moon planet closer to the inner ring. He has been trained a nurse and is use to helping surgeons. He has some basic knowledge on toxins and enjoys research into such topics. In fact, he's also a big fan of chemistry.


If anyone asks about why he's traveling the outer planets, the man just usually smiles that charming smile of his and gives a shrug and replies with "not everything that glitters is gold." He loves the idea of adventure and is a relativity good social butterfly. He loves laughter and his favour drink is whiskey, an expensive taste and a telltale sign of his inner planet origins. He doesn't exactly approve of racers, or edison (the planet not the racer as honestly he has no idea who he actually is.) He believe the machines used on that planet are death traps for young lives which would be better off spending their time doing something more productive.
 
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Name: Aeva BloodWing


Age: 28


Race: Avalon


Appearance:
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Personality: Kind, Curious, spontaneous, thrill seeking, loyal, trickster, unstable, violent when provoked


History: Aeva Bloodwing had been conceived and birthed on the Avalon home world, Orthlin. He had grown up in what you would expect to be a classic Avalon household. With a loving mother, father, and his two younger sisters. As most young Avalons, Aeva was adventurous and curious about the entirety of the world around him. He wanted to know everything that there was to know. The thirst for knowledge and thrills burned like a hearth within Aeva's chest and the fire could be seen within his scarlet eyes. He had often gotten himself in trouble with the other parents in the area for trying to swoop down from the skies and steal their livestock. Aeva had no malicious intent when he did this. He just wanted to do it for the hell of it. Because it was fun and he knew he could get in trouble for it.


His childhood and adolescence passed him by normally. Telling tall tales to his younger sisters of all his "great" deeds and hilarious misadventures. It was only when a human drop ship arrived asking for volunteers for a science experiment that would change the galaxy as they knew it, did Aeva ever leave his home world. The young Avalon had heard of these experiments. They supposedly turned regular people into powerful beings with amazing powers that could indeed change the galaxy. Many Avalons joined the drop ship out of mere curiosity. Up to 27 Avalons and 2 Humans. Only three survived in total. Two Avalons and one Human.


The experimentations and genetic augmentations were unbearable. Day and night with no rest they would push the full limits of Aeva's body and mind. Breaking his bones, ripping muscles, tendons, and even damaging his brain permanently. They broke him and reduced him to a big pile of feathers and blood and reforged him over and over again. Shattering his limits and rebuilding them again until finally Aeva snapped. His sanity shattered and he wailed in rage and sorrow, bellowing curses and howls of spite. As the last pieces of his sanity fell into the recesses of his mind, true ability came forth like a flood of clarity. Aeva mind had truly become "unhinged". Full access to his brain with little to no restrictions other than his own emotional state. An Avalon's eyesight was already unparalleled but this sharpened his senses and focus as if it was razor's edge.


Following the trials came the military training. Extensive and as cruel as the experiments, Aeva was beaten and broken down once more until he rose and graduated from the training as a fully fledged Combat Mechanic. A Melder to be exact. A literal leader forged in the depths of what could be considered Hell. Immediately after training, Aeva was sent upon multiple operations across the galaxies. Ranging from sabotage, White Hat hacking, in battle repair missions, rescue missions and scouting new planets , who's wildlife would put the Kalor's home planet to shame. It was after several years that Aeva was granted leave and visited his family on Orthlin. Needless to say, his family was shocked to see a scarred and stalwart Aeva walking through their doors. With wings twice as big from when he left and a muscular body from training and battles.


This time was not wasted as it reminded Aeva of his roots. Of his natural curiosity and love for thrill seeking. He regained a piece of himself that otherwise would have been lost in the void that was his mind now. Renewed and Invigorated, Aeva broke away from the cruel military operations and went his own way. Helping random strangers, White Hacking, and his recent interest in large scale repairs on old warships.


Position on the ship: Mechanic


Extra: Description of the Avalon Race (If you dont wanna read it it's ok its just extra info.)


Avalons are bipedal winged humanoid creatures bearing a shocking resemblance to the human race with only slight differences. They are slightly heavier than human average due to their wings also factoring into their whole weight. They average at 5'8-6'3 and weigh roughly 196 lbs - 250 lbs. The weight varies greatly between Avalons as some wings are quite larger and more powerful than others. These angel-like creatures bolster incredible eyesight. Normally soaring in the skies, their eyes have adapted to be closer to that of a hawk or eagle on Earth. The wings of the Avalons are large and powerful. Enough to carry themselves and sometimes a passenger or two depending on the individual Avalon and achieve sustained flight despite the extra weight. An Avalon's speed while flying has been recorded at 180 mph unassisted. With cybernetic assistance and suits, they have been able to break the sound barrier. This angelic race also has incredibly efficient respiratory system. Given that they were constantly flying at ridiculously high altitudes, even breathing in the outer atmosphere of a planet isn't too much of a hassle for them.


A distinguishing feature of the Avalons is that they are almost all incredibly beautiful. Disturbingly so, sometimes. Hence why humans confused them for angels the first time they encountered Avalons.


The Orthlinians have a two rather prominent weaknesses. The first being their skeletal structure. They're bones are very light and are needed to be to achieve flight for extended periods of time. This makes them very vulnerable to blunt force trauma and they often break bones from minor falls. The other is also their greatest strength. Their wings. The wings of the Avalon are a major part of their body and cannot be healed if wounded badly. The same as if a Human were to have his arm blown off or if a Kalor's neck was to be cut deep enough, if an Avalon's wing was to take substantial damage they would more than likely perish from the wound as it functions like another part of them. Having their wings injured or being otherwise grounded is a huge psychological trauma to them and if they survive it isn't uncommon for them to take their own lives.


Culture/History


They are a people of incredibly rich and diverse culture. Using their efforts to further improve upon themselves rather than against each other. Avalons have a natural curiosity and want to know about everything there is to know. Even things that are seemingly unimportant or dull. Due to this, they are natural geniuses, more so than humans and were even more technologically advanced than humans in some areas.


They found that their reality's door had been burst wide open when they saw a human ship approaching their planet from several light years away. Humankind was surprised when the Avalons were not only expecting them but welcoming them with open arms. Being so kind and (unnaturally) beautiful, along with being creatures bearing great wings upon their backs, some humans believed they had stumbled upon the home world of Angels.


The Avalons found themselves with a wealth of knowledge and diversity just waiting for them among the stars. They took to space travel quickly and to interacting with the other species even quicker. They quickly gained the place of one of the most influential races and smartest races in the universe.


During The First Intergalactic War was when the Avalons military use was discovered. They were among the best stealth/recon agents in known space and some of the best marksman in history were Orthlings. Their supernatural eyesight was something to be feared in battle coupled with their natural agility and ability to fly at supersonic speed (with technological help).


Their mental prowess also made them excellent tacticians and strategists. (Its also what lets them process whats going on at supersonic speeds.) However, their bodies are fragile and they cannot take physical punishment.


Despite being fragile, their prowess in flight and espionage are almost unmatched.
 
Name: Adrian Haines


Age:50


Race:Human


Appearance:
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Personality:Adrian is a firm believer of the word of God.... to a point. Adrian is a kind and comforting man who will sit down and help you through any and all problems you face in the mortal world. Adrian is such a gentle soft-spoken man one would hardly believe that he can get angry. When he does get angry hell hath no fury indeed as this man will maim, torture and kill those who earned his Ire.


History: Adrian was once a soldier, A a brutally efficient soldier all things considered. Surviving every deployment into the deepest reaches of space Adrian learned that killing others serves absolutely no purpose other than to further the goals of cowards who refuse to fight in the wars they start. Adrian had enlisted with a child-hood friend of his who, bless him, was better than Adrian at every training drill, from Physical Training to Tactics and shooting. It was this friend that taught Adrian how to be a better soldier and how to survive. On a distant planet Adrian platoon was sent out to suppress some disrupting forces that were harming human, and other allied beings, settlers. What they didn't realize was just how out gunned they were. As soon as Adrian's platoon reached the camp they found all the settlers dead and the enemy waiting for them. They had called them out wanting to test their mettle against actual soldiers. It was a brutal 3 day battle with massive casualties on both sides. In the end Adrian was the only one who made it out of there alive, but was horribly maimed. After receiving advanced prosthetic limbs and years of rehab Adrian was given to choice to reup his contract with the Army. He promptly refused and joined the Church instead at the age of 30. Since then he has carried the events of that day with him and it still haunts him. As if to reward his new found defoution to the Church in ten years Adrain has managed to become a cardinal of the church and travels the galaxy visiting each Grand Cathedral in his sector.


Position on the ship:Chaplain


Extra: He keeps a Pistol on the small of his back and a knife in his boot at all times in case of emergency.
 



  • Name: Nathan "Black Spider" Cyrus


    Age: 25


    Race: Human


    Appearance:


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    Personality:

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    Nathan is really smart and wont do anything rash. Trained as an assassin with his partner, any target that gets in his scope will get shot. He is a focused man and will save himself first and then the others. He is cold and doesnt care about the other lifes. Except against for his partner. That blue haired girl is the only one he trusts, with his own life and to complete other missions. Nathan is well trained in hand to hand fighting but he prefers to not show it. He can use almost any normal gun/weapon but he prefers pistols, sniper rifles and knifes. He is very silent and doesnt like answering questions.

    History:

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    Little is known about Nathan. He was born in a small planet not very known. When he was 2 years old, he was kidnapped by agents of a secret assassin school. There, he was trained to be an emotionless assassin. With his lack of emotion, he can kill anyone. Children, Woman and Man, bad or good, they are just targets and a way to earn money. He was considered the second best at his school.


    He formed a 3 member group with the number 3 and 1 one of the school. Together, they performed assassinations of all types. They were known trough the galaxy.


    One day, believing to be just a normal mission, someone set them up and lead them into a trap. Nathan and number 3 were able to get out safe and sound but at the cost of number 1's life. Since that day, Nathan is only able to trust his partner Cilia and his secret salesman of the "Black Market".


    Nathan's speciality is assassinations using hand to hand combat or just a long distant assassination, using his sniper rifle.


    Though his main weapons are the rifle and a knife, he has alot of special equipment at his disposal. Everything he uses, was made by the secret salesman on the black market.


    Now, he is trying to get hired on the ship for unknown reasons...


    Position on the ship: Though he is skilled as an assassin, he wants to get hired as a rider, again for unknown reasons (Will pm the owner)


    Gear



    Sniper Rifle: He uses a sniper rifle, whose bullets are able to pass trough cars and other vehicles. The sniper rifle has a scope that can give x-ray and thermal vision. The rifle is black and his Nathan's favorite weapon.


    Knife: He has normal knife he likes to use in hand to hand combats. The knife is light and is made so the user can do quick attacks.


    Pistols: He has two normal pistols in case he can't reload the sniper rifle in time. They are normal pistols. Nothing else.


    Bombs: The only weapons that Nathan is afraid to use sometimes. He has a total of 9 different bombs he carries in a big black suitcase. That suitcase has a strong protection against bullets and explosions. Only Nathan can activate the bombs with his gloves. The types of the bombs are as followed:

    • Cracker type: A simple bomb that explodes on impact. This bomb will explode as soon as it is activated and touches anything. It doesnt explode on Nathan's hand because he uses special gloves for it.
    • Timer type: a bomb that counts down from 10 seconds until it detonates. One can also adjust the bomb's timer to any second upon deactivation. With this bomb, timing is important in tactical usage.
    • Implosion type: a spectacular bomb that sucks in its surroundings and then implodes. It is mostly used for destroying large, thick objects.
    • Blazing gas type: a bomb that spouts blazing gas when exploding. The wind affects the distribution of gas.
    • Homing type: a bomb that can lock-on and follow its target via a small propeller until coming into range and exploding. However, this BIM does not have a very high explosive capacity.
    • Remote control type: a bomb that can be detonated from a distance at a push of a button. It can be used as booby traps.
    • Fire type: a bomb that splits fire when explodes, burning anything the explosion touches.
    • Spikes type: by the far the bomb Nathan most fears. This bomb will send a wave of spikes when it explodes. The user must find cover or the spikes will hit him.
    • Barrier type: a bomb that protects the user with a barrier when activated.


    Clothes: Nathan uses armour with low protection from bullets but great for agility and action. He has gloves that help him climb objects and activate his bombs. A mask with special glasses attached to it. They help him see little details like whose fingerprint is and to have a better scope.


    Bike



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Name:

Daniel James Kowalic, goes by DJ

Age:

26

Race:

Human

Appearance:

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Minus the gun :3


He also wears goggles a lot of the time that he cherishes deeply


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He either wears a grey band T-shirt called the Rogue Giraffes, or other graphic T's.


Personality:

Despite his height and rugged features, DJ is an incredibly positive person. He is described by his peers as a "morning person whose attitude lasts all day and night". In every situation he encounters, he attempts to make the most out of it and see the bright side. It's rare to see him not having a good time even in dire situations. He hates to see people worry, sad, or angry and will often flash them a smile or a joke in attempt to lighten up their mood. DJ's optimism allows him to remain cool under pressure which comes in handy as a pilot.


While his positive personality benefits him and others greatly, it also has a few downsides. One being that it often takes a toll on others when he spends a lot of time with them because it can get very annoying very quickly. The other downside is that it causes DJ to be very trusting as he is always seeing the best in people rather than what they really are.

History:

DJ was raised on one of the inner planets. While he wasn't rich, he was well-off living in a moderately sized house with his mother, father, and older brother. His father died of an cancerous disease early on in DJ's life, taking away their only source of income. His brother, Casey, who was 19 at the time had no choice but to join the Alliance to earn the family income. He was left alone to be raised by his mother, which is most likely where his kind and positive personality came from.


Idolizing his brother, DJ fantasized about one day joining the Alliance as well as pretending to be a pilot on the ship his brother captained. One of their neighbours, a former cargo ship pilot, gave DJ all the books he had on famous pilots, famous ships, types of ships, and most importantly, how to pilot. He even built the boy a flight simulator in his back yard. By 10, he was a master at piloting imaginary ships.


Casey occasionally called and wrote and sent DJ little presents, but he rarely ever came to visit. After expressing his interest in joining the alliance, Casey invited DJ to visit him at one of the Alliance's bases. It was at this time, at the age of 16, that DJ was given a chance to finally fly an actual ship. The pilot in charge of the transport ship that was taking him to the base was kind enough to allow him to fly certain arts of the journey. He was a natural, and very talented for such a young person. He was immediately identified by members in higher up positions of the Alliance who began attempting to recruit him for their program. However, DJ's mind had changed dramatically. he had fallen in love with space and the freedom he felt flying a ship, and he did not want to be tied down by the Alliance. After getting in a he argument with his brother over the issue who claimed he would be wasting his talents, DJ hopped on board the first ship that was leaving and didn't speak to his brother again.


For the next ten years, DJ flew all sorts of ships, and worked with all kinds of people. Through his work he realized that his life was relatively uneventful compared to others, but that didn't matter to him because he was going to make his future full of entertaining tales. He took work where he could, although it wasn't the pay that was important to him, it was the thrill of being in space an flying again.



Position on the ship:

Pilot 1



Extra:

Not great with guns, but is a decent shot and carries a pistol on him most of the time. He is however great at hand-to-hand combat and often competes in local fist-fighting tournaments. He's also one hella musician so if you get an instrument in his hand then you are in for a treat.
 
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Name: Isaac Decker


Age: 32


Race: Human/ Dorojji


Appearance: Isaac is half Dorojji, a race originating in the outer planets. Besides the tannish, almost red skin and broad build his heritage gives him, he come equipped with a slight underbite where two fang-like teeth protrude from his lower jaw. He is muscular from doing all different kinds of work throughout his life, though he never became lean. He has dark, dark red hair that he keeps cut short and a beard that he keeps trimmed to stay neat. When not working more physically demanding jobs, he wears a brown, loose-fitting coat that reaches almost to his knees. Every pair of pants he owns are worker pants, except for one nicer pair for special occasions (interviews...). Similarly, he either wears boots or goes barefoot, except for the many times he's slipped on his nicer shoes to talk to a potential employer. His right arm is a heavy, mechanical arm (I know, I know... everyone has one....) that he tries to keep under longsleeves and gloves as much as possible.


Personality: Isaac generally has a slightly amused, if not long-suffering outlook on life. There might be no one else in the verse that wishes they could hold down a job like he can. And he does everything in his power to do so. But for the past ten-ish years, for one reason or another, a stable work life has eluded him. This causes him much strain as his whole life is dedicated to taking care of his daughter. Which in this economy unfortunately requires money. Hence, he is one of the harder workers you can ever hire.


History: Isaac married early and had a daughter that he and his wife named Sarah. Taking care of these two was his world. Five years in though, that life turned out not being what his wife wanted and she left. Within those five years, Isaac had lost his arm in an accident and paying for the new limb had placed huge strain on the relationship. Since then, for whatever reason Isaac has struggled to hold a job for longer than a few months. Coming home early and immediately beginning another job search became the norm. As did moving from planet to planet/moon. During that time, he has gained minor experience in almost every job you could think of, though he usually found some job as a ship mechanic, often repairing and maintaining larger vessels. More recently he's been trying his hand/ luck with different careers, such as banking- the most recent job he's lost.


Position on the ship: Passenger. Incredibly willing to work, if the opportunity arose. Otherwise, just traveling to a new world with his daughter.


Extra: The mechanical arm is rather heavy and even with his muscular build, puts a nasty strain on his body. Thankfully, as it's a worker prosthesis, it is relatively easily detachable. He's been known to make coffee runs without his arm and generally prefers to leave it off while home.


Extra+++: And he can cook. Much catch. Very attract. Such keeper.


Name: Sarah Decker


Age: 10 (and a half, as she'd proudly inform you)


Race: Human with some Dorojji features


Appearance: Red, curly hair that comes down just past her shoulders. Slightly tan skin. She didn't inherit the underbite as that is a male Dorojji feature- a hold-over from tusk like elements from earlier in their evolutionary line. Sarah tops out around 3 feet 10 inches tall. Either wearing dresses or overalls. There is no inbetween. She did get her dad's wide nose though. She is rather petite, even for a girl her age and looks out at the world with dark green eyes that perfectly portray the energy and curiosity she has for the world(s) around her.


Personality: Sarah is very supportive of her dad. She's his world and he's hers. She secretly gets very sad every time Isaac comes home early because he lost his job but he never gives up so neither does she. Sarah has encountered many peoples and cultures, as such, she tends to be very outgoing and isn't afraid to talk to anyone. Anyone. Which at times stresses her dad out. She has no fear of anyone from first impressions. Occasionally goes exploring when Isaac's not around to know as she's very curious.


History: Sarah has been on the move for almost as long as she can remember. They moved around too much for her to stay in a school for any length of time, so her dad has bought a number of books and has made an effort to give her lessons five days a week. Quite a feat for someone who basically works every day. Being as curious as she is, she eats up every scrap of learning she can get, including a few of the languages of the various cultures she's been around. Sarah has vague memories of a time when both her parents were together, when her father still had both arms. She doesn't bring it up often though, as it generally makes her dad a little gloomy.


Position on the ship: Adorable Freeloader


Extra: Is definitely a princess and can do math better than her dad.
 
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Name: Daemon Drexl


Age: 102 ( Relatively young for his species )


Race: Aucharian


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Appearance: Height 6’3


Personality: Daemon Drexl was always known as a charismatic and ruthless alien under many criminal eyes. His attitude changes dramatically in reaction to many things and is extremely cynical of things, especially when it comes to accommodations and weaponry. Daemon is also very relaxed and laid back unlike other Aucharians, who are usually more strict and destructive. When it comes to aiding his companions, he goes in with a more strategic mindset and may become too controlling of his emotions.


History: Daemon Drexl was born on the moon of Ioz, which was also the moon orbiting their homeworld, Aucharia, alongside his family where he grew to exalt business from following his father’s teachings on economics and ideologies on industrialism. Therefore, he grew into an ambitious person who was financially inclined to grow and save his family’s business, along with getting his own pet hound called Cheynne. His minded skills were essentially focused on taking strategic plays within the galaxy and getting the beneficial result from it. Eventually, he immigrated to one of the largest crime infested planet,Balokvir where he tried to find his fortunes. Furthermore, he earned the privilege to work for one the of major criminal organizations for blackmailing, bounty hunting, gambling, etc and inevitably earned himself an executive position at a rudimentary casino. Throughout his journey of earning more and more power through the complex societies of Balokvir, he encountered many betrayals and rivalries among the strongest in the black market. Though numerous difficulties occurred in his wake, Daemon started to become more adaptive on approaching his opposition. From age 65 - 90, he continued his rapid campaign of overtaking other corporations and such in such a coordinated fashion, making him one of the strongest emperors of crime known in Balokvir. Conclusively , from age 95 - 100, Daemon realized one person having too much power over others can cause mutiny and stopped his ongoing campaign. He lastly came to a decision on stopping his black market exchange, and went with a more independent approach to life, this time only owning one of his favored and most iconic casinos known within Balokvir, Topside Casino of Luxuries and Entertainment, and selling the rest of his great empire to the other crime lords.


Position on the ship: Quartermaster


Extra: His female hound, Cheynne


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Name: Guro Therovere

Age: 16 (38 in human years)

Race: Olrodian

Appearance:

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Personality:

Most of Guro's personality seems to revolve around restraint. As an Olrodian, Guro's base nature is aggressive, so he's had to practice greatly in order to Mellow Out. Despite his appearance, Guro's been able to settle on some strange form of passive aggressiveness that seems similar to more of a grump than the adaptable warrior he's supposed to be. He is generally greatly unimpressed by physical danger, as it lost value to him during his childhood due to constant endangerment. He seems adamant to travel and see new things, even if he doesn't show it often, but his real passion lies in culinary arts.

Through a series of convoluted events which occurred after leaving his home planet, Guro managed to develop almost unbelievably effective culinary skills. And he's quite passionate about it as well, taking care to treat whichever kitchen he uses with love and respect. He greatly enjoys feeding people delicious food, though again he has a hard time showing it, and takes care to learn different styles of cooking from every place he visits.

Truly, this Olrodian is far from what one would expect given the armor, the swords, or the general look of a heinous villain he seems to have going on. However, time and time again Guro's proven himself dedicated enough to see through almost any challenge without letting his natural instincts get the better of him.

Guro is not good with high level tech, he's able to quickly learn how to operate machines of course and is able to adapt to environments more tech based than he's used to, but he would never be able to successfully work on piloting larger ships, fixing complicated computer systems or things like that. He, like many Olrodians, only trusts technology to a certain degree, but understands its inherent usefulness.

History:

As was true for many native born Olrodians, Guro was born in a time of extreme conflict, which on their home planet is basically all the time. The result of the Therovere clan leader successfully coupling with the kidnapped daughter from their rivals, the Hassimers, Guro and his seven brothers were symbols of their ungodly long blood feud turning in their favor. As was for many Olrodians, Guro grew quickly. The short maturing period for him known as Childhood, consisted mostly of him and his brothers preparing to join the war effort by learning under the tutelage of Therovere Warriors. Unlike his brothers however, Guro's free time was spent in the neutral zone, where the constant warfare of their species didn't seem to exist. There he learned much about the species of the stars, and the larger picture that extended past the constant squabbling of Olrod.

It was several years of development for the Olrodian in which, under his clan's nose, he had developed a desire to travel far from his home. Being surrounded by death and destruction twenty four seven had lost its flavor with him, unlike his brothers who were easily able to follow in their elders footsteps. With this new disposition came boredom that would seem out of place for a planet constantly engulfed in various civil wars. Bored with his usual routine, Guro became noticeably more negative as he matured out of childhood, the usually pulse-pounding life or death stakes of battle becoming mundane to him.

It was as he just turned six, which to Olrodians basically meant teenager, when Guro and three of his brothers were kidnapped and taken far into the Olrodian wastes where they were to be executed in a private showing between the Hassimers and their soon to be allies, the Kalradians. As this had been his, oh, seventh or so kidnapping since he was forced out of his mother's womb, teenage Guro was only mildly invested when two of his brothers were executed beside him instead of the usual clansmen who failed to protect him.

However before his other brother, Milgon was executed, the Kalradians turned on the Hassimers in a massive betrayal which allowed them to escape. As they had been taken far into the wastes, Guro and Milgon spent months trying to survive in the even bleaker environment than what they were used to. Fighting wildlife, improvising shelter, sneaking past the Clan less raiders which roamed the wastes and going on some wild adventure that probably nobody wants to hear about which culminated in a sword fight on a speeding slaver's truck, they finally returned home.

After nearly two months of wandering the wastes, Guro and Milgon returned to their clan, which rejoiced at their triumphant return. After the executions, it was found that Guro was actually the rightful heir to the Clan Leader's position. With the current leader wounded from a recent battle with the Kalradians, who had swallowed the Hassimer clan and set their sights upon them, Guro was encouraged to duel the clan leader in a death match for ownership of the Theroveres, however Guro immediately denounced his claim to the position, convinced that even if he did lead them to victory over the Kalradians, some new clan would take their spot and it'd just start over again.

Convinced that his only option for excitement was off world, Guro left his claim with Milgon and departed for space with his Olrodium blades and sheer conviction. Starting off as a cleaner for a crime syndicate operating at a trade station, Guro was tasked with disposing of unwanted things. Seemed easy enough, and he was able to learn a lot about anatomy in the process. It wasn't long before he hit a major road block in his new life... he didn't trust the food.

Old habits were hard to fix, and the constant assassination attempts as a youth made him quite paranoid about his meals. And the simple way that an eatery employee handed him a meal immediately made his eyes narrow in suspicion. So he decided to catch his own meals. Hunting the creatures which resided in the station's underbelly, Guro found quickly that eating the remains of an extraterrestrial rodent he beat to death with his bare hands kinda sucked. He tried cooking it... it sucked less.

He looked up how one was supposed to prepare meat, realizing that cleaning the excess blood and bits of broken glass was necessary. Soon after he got fired for dumping a high profile corpse in a random residences aqua tank, so he got another job as a security guard for a plating trader. While doing that on the side he advanced his cooking level to the point where he no longer felt deep seated regret after trying his cooking. Now only regular regret. He finally caved and bought some freshly slaughtered meat, finding the suck value decreasing at rapid speeds since he was no longer eating alien rodents.

This cycle continued for several years, getting better at feeding himself with every new job. Working in different places for different people, it would shock many that the most valuable skill this adaptable warrior cultivated was cooking. It was when he turned 15 that he got a job as a chef for a well received restaurant based on a core world, the Grand Weratone Kitchen was known by many for it's glorious and wondrous meals with ingredients from across multiple planets.

Though appearing unimpressed on the outside, Guro inwardly soared with pride until the day... He had assembled one of their most expensive meals, the Red Caragan Prime Steak, when he noticed something unimaginable. Calling for their manager, Guro demanded why they were using regular Caragan meat instead of Red, to which the Manager honestly replied that Red Caragans were more vicious than their normal furred brethren by leaps and bounds. Their normal hunters had lost their lives to the beasts, so a little truth stretching wouldn't hurt anyone.

Guro immediately quit that day, leaving before he could lose control of the stoked flame of rage burning inside him. He hopped on a transport ship for Norvut Prime, arrived before immediately wandering off into the wilderness for three weeks, then wandered out covered in battle wounds dragging the corpse of a Red Caragan with him. He traveled back to Weratone kitchen mid-day, ignoring the shrieks of customers at the sight of what many must've considered an armored and armed savage dragging in a large corpse. The manager immediately called for law enforcement, but was unable to stop Guro from breaking into the kitchen.

It's said that when the police arrived, the manager was tearfully biting into a genuine Red Caragan Prime Steak along with several joyous customers, the chef who made it having already absconded to parts unknown. It was then that the legend of the wandering Olrodian Chef began to circulate among those of culinary professions.

Position on the ship:

Cook

Equipment:

His two Olrodian swords and his armor. Despite looking plain primal in comparison to the high tech weaponry around him, Olrodium implements are renown for their shocking effectiveness. Weaponry made with it is capable of carving through other alloys, while protective gear made from it is able to hold up to a large variety of blasters. Of course, with the style in which Guro wears it, ie: the traditional Olrodian way of designing armor, there are many gaps in his armor which can be exploited to some degree.

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Olrodians

Humanoid shaped, Olrodians have a very ostentatious birth rate designed to counter the constant loss of life brought on by both their environment and themselves. A single Olrodian couple is capable of birthing a litter of 8-13 new bloods at a time, and though its stated that an Olrodian lifespan is able to reach nearly 200, that many die young due to various causes. Between conflict between each other and with nature, the natives of Olrod often live into their mid twenties or thirties on average before succumbing to death. As such, the title of Elder is highly regarded among the Olrodians, as those who've managed to survive into old age are often of great skill.

They mature far earlier than most other races, with childhood lasting only half a decade on average, and several harsh growth spurts pulling them into adulthood by age 9. As such, it is often stated that if not for their harsh environments and constant internal strife, Olrodians would grow exponentially in number. After reaching adulthood, Olrodian growth slows immensely, allowing them to retain the same physical condition and build upon it for a century and a half before kicking back in near their 150's to 170's. Exact numbers are hard to ascertain, as stated before many Olrodians could only hope to reach that age.

Besides their often exaggeratedly sharp teeth, Olrodians are only a slight bit bigger than humans on average. With skin tones ranging from black to green, and eye colors which are almost as varied, Olrodians may come in many different shapes and colors. However, due to their consistent infighting, it is not uncommon for members of a clan to share many similar traits compared to that of the clanless.

Yes, Olrodians are often aggressive by nature, having fought for resources for many millennia before being discovered by the alliance. Even after their resource problem has been greatly lessened thanks to offworld trade, grudges left behind from their previous wars keeps their conflict going strong. However, their approach to foreign species has mostly been cautiously passive due to the lack of bad blood.

Despite their often early ages of death, Olrodians are quite sturdy beings. Living in a land such as Olrod requires sturdiness, as the weather is not only extreme in many cases, but the wildlife has evolved specifically to excel at killing. Large vicious beasts roam the empty wastes of Olrod, which only the bravest of Olrodians dare to hunt. As such, in less harsh conditions, Olrodians are considered extremely adaptable. However, finding them anywhere other than Olrod is extremely rare, as many of their clans are wary of actually traveling.

Oddly enough, Olrodians don't have any indication of having pain receptors. Even during physical damage, any reaction given by the wounded is actually the result of anger instead of pain or agony. Its been theorized that due to their inherent form of anger-fueled self-preservation, Olrodians have not needed to develop a sense of pain to survive. As such, the already incredible durability of Olradians has been amplified by their incredible tolerance of physical damage.

Olrodian History

Olrodian culture was built upon the backbone of eternal inner-conflict. It's said that from the second the first Olrodians came to be, they were already killing each other. As a Boarder planet, Olrod had scarce resources, but Olrodians are noticeably durable survivalists by nature. Scraping out the necessary resources needed to survive using the sparse animal and plant life and their own durability, they've managed to survive these conditions far longer than most would expect.

The Olrodians began their fighting over the meager resources they managed to scramble together, clans formed and banded together against enemy clans and soon their eternal wars began. Clans would rise and clans would fall, Olrodian blood would be spilt endlessly from that point on. Any advancement made from that point on would be to better fight their rivals, if one had a better spear than upgrade armor until it no longer mattered and vice versa. This endless advancement got them to about the middle ages in terms of technology before they were discovered.

Even so, the constant war between clans has continued even after the connection to outer space severely lessened their resource burdens. The vast majority of the clans refused to leave behind their entrenchments, in fear their rivals would capitalize on any absence provided by attempts to reach space, Olrodians who show up off of Olrod are considered a rarity. They did, however, capitalize on the insanely strong resource they'd been using to fight one another, aptly named Olrodium. This metal, though only in the from of middle age weaponry, is able to cleanly cut through advanced polymers like tissue.

Quickly becoming a must-have metal for any and all arms crafters, it was quickly realized just how difficult Olrodium was to actually obtain. The Olrodian clans often fought to outdo each other in selling the metal, which often led to entire industries being built up around it then being torn down over night. The constant shift in suppliers, standards and customs made it a hassle, only further complicated by Olrodians constant warzone state. As the introduction of technologic advancements only led the Olrodians to even more destructive war against one another. Though this has been contained to Olrod due to the clans refusing to step too far from their homeworld, its made tourism dangerous and business tedious.

There have been several neutral zones established around the few ship hangars on the planet, where the constant conflict has ceased. This is where most of the trade between Olrodians and off-worlders occurs. Venturing past the safety of the Nuetral zones is highly dangerous, as the warfare of the Olrodians grows worse every day.

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Name: Guro Therovere

Age: 16 (38 in human years)

Race: Olrodian

Appearance:

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Personality:

Most of Guro's personality seems to revolve around restraint. As an Olrodian, Guro's base nature is aggressive, so he's had to practice greatly in order to Mellow Out. Despite his appearance, Guro's been able to settle on some strange form of passive aggressiveness that seems similar to more of a grump than the adaptable warrior he's supposed to be. He is generally greatly unimpressed by physical danger, as it lost value to him during his childhood due to constant endangerment. He seems adamant to travel and see new things, even if he doesn't show it often, but his real passion lies in culinary arts.

Through a series of convoluted events which occurred after leaving his home planet, Guro managed to develop almost unbelievably effective culinary skills. And he's quite passionate about it as well, taking care to treat whichever kitchen he uses with love and respect. He greatly enjoys feeding people delicious food, though again he has a hard time showing it, and takes care to learn different styles of cooking from every place he visits.

Truly, this Olrodian is far from what one would expect given the armor, the swords, or the general look of a heinous villain he seems to have going on. However, time and time again Guro's proven himself dedicated enough to see through almost any challenge without letting his natural instincts get the better of him.

History:

As was true for many native born Olrodians, Guro was born in a time of extreme conflict, which on their home planet is basically all the time. The result of the Therovere clan leader successfully coupling with the kidnapped daughter from their rivals, the Hassimers, Guro and his seven brothers were symbols of their ungodly long blood feud turning in their favor. As was for many Olrodians, Guro grew quickly. The short maturing period for him known as Childhood, consisted mostly of him and his brothers preparing to join the war effort by learning under the tutelage of Therovere Warriors. Unlike his brothers however, Guro's free time was spent in the neutral zone, where the constant warfare of their species didn't seem to exist. There he learned much about the species of the stars, and the larger picture that extended past the constant squabbling of Olrod.

It was several years of development for the Olrodian in which, under his clan's nose, he had developed a desire to travel far from his home. Being surrounded by death and destruction twenty four seven had lost its flavor with him, unlike his brothers who were easily able to follow in their elders footsteps. With this new disposition came boredom that would seem out of place for a planet constantly engulfed in various civil wars. Bored with his usual routine, Guro became noticeably more negative as he matured out of childhood, the usually pulse-pounding life or death stakes of battle becoming mundane to him.

It was as he just turned six, which to Olrodians basically meant teenager, when Guro and three of his brothers were kidnapped and taken far into the Olrodian wastes where they were to be executed in a private showing between the Hassimers and their soon to be allies, the Kalradians. As this had been his, oh, seventh or so kidnapping since he was forced out of his mother's womb, teenage Guro was only mildly invested when two of his brothers were executed beside him instead of the usual clansmen who failed to protect him.

However before his other brother, Milgon was executed, the Kalradians turned on the Hassimers in a massive betrayal which allowed them to escape. As they had been taken far into the wastes, Guro and Milgon spent months trying to survive in the even bleaker environment than what they were used to. Fighting wildlife, improvising shelter, sneaking past the Clan less raiders which roamed the wastes and going on some wild adventure that probably nobody wants to hear about which culminated in a sword fight on a speeding slaver's truck, they finally returned home.

After nearly two months of wandering the wastes, Guro and Milgon returned to their clan, which rejoiced at their triumphant return. After the executions, it was found that Guro was actually the rightful heir to the Clan Leader's position. With the current leader wounded from a recent battle with the Kalradians, who had swallowed the Hassimer clan and set their sights upon them, Guro was encouraged to duel the clan leader in a death match for ownership of the Theroveres, however Guro immediately denounced his claim to the position, convinced that even if he did lead them to victory over the Kalradians, some new clan would take their spot and it'd just start over again.

Convinced that his only option for excitement was off world, Guro left his claim with Milgon and departed for space with his Olrodium blades and sheer conviction. Starting off as a cleaner for a crime syndicate operating at a trade station, Guro was tasked with disposing of unwanted things. Seemed easy enough, and he was able to learn a lot about anatomy in the process. It wasn't long before he hit a major road block in his new life... he didn't trust the food.

Old habits were hard to fix, and the constant assassination attempts as a youth made him quite paranoid about his meals. And the simple way that an eatery employee handed him a meal immediately made his eyes narrow in suspicion. So he decided to catch his own meals. Hunting the creatures which resided in the station's underbelly, Guro found quickly that eating the remains of an extraterrestrial rodent he beat to death with his bare hands kinda sucked. He tried cooking it... it sucked less.

He looked up how one was supposed to prepare meat, realizing that cleaning the excess blood and bits of broken glass was necessary. Soon after he got fired for dumping a high profile corpse in a random residences aqua tank, so he got another job as a security guard for a plating trader. While doing that on the side he advanced his cooking level to the point where he no longer felt deep seated regret after trying his cooking. Now only regular regret. He finally caved and bought some freshly slaughtered meat, finding the suck value decreasing at rapid speeds since he was no longer eating alien rodents.

This cycle continued for several years, getting better at feeding himself with every new job. Working in different places for different people, it would shock many that the most valuable skill this adaptable warrior cultivated was cooking. It was when he turned 15 that he got a job as a chef for a well received restaurant based on a core world, the Grand Weratone Kitchen was known by many for it's glorious and wondrous meals with ingredients from across multiple planets.

Though appearing unimpressed on the outside, Guro inwardly soared with pride until the day... He had assembled one of their most expensive meals, the Red Caragan Prime Steak, when he noticed something unimaginable. Calling for their manager, Guro demanded why they were using regular Caragan meat instead of Red, to which the Manager honestly replied that Red Caragans were more vicious than their normal furred brethren by leaps and bounds. Their normal hunters had lost their lives to the beasts, so a little truth stretching wouldn't hurt anyone.

Guro immediately quit that day, leaving before he could lose control of the stoked flame of rage burning inside him. He hopped on a transport ship for Norvut Prime, arrived before immediately wandering off into the wilderness for three weeks, then wandered out covered in battle wounds dragging the corpse of a Red Caragan with him. He traveled back to Weratone kitchen mid-day, ignoring the shrieks of customers at the sight of what many must've considered an armored and armed savage dragging in a large corpse. The manager immediately called for law enforcement, but was unable to stop Guro from breaking into the kitchen.

It's said that when the police arrived, the manager was tearfully biting into a genuine Red Caragan Prime Steak along with several joyous customers, the chef who made it having already absconded to parts unknown. It was then that the legend of the wandering Olrodian Chef began to circulate among those of culinary professions.

Position on the ship:

Cook

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Extra:


Olrodians

Humanoid shaped, Olrodians have a very ostentatious birth rate designed to counter the constant loss of life brought on by both their environment and themselves. A single Olrodian couple is capable of birthing a litter of 8-13 new bloods at a time, and though its stated that an Olrodian lifespan is able to reach nearly 200, that many die young due to various causes. Between conflict between each other and with nature, the natives of Olrod often live into their mid twenties or thirties on average before succumbing to death. As such, the title of Elder is highly regarded among the Olrodians, as those who've managed to survive into old age are often of great skill.

They mature far earlier than most other races, with childhood lasting only half a decade on average, and several harsh growth spurts pulling them into adulthood by age 9. As such, it is often stated that if not for their harsh environments and constant internal strife, Olrodians would grow exponentially in number. After reaching adulthood, Olrodian growth slows immensely, allowing them to retain the same physical condition and build upon it for a century and a half before kicking back in near their 150's to 170's. Exact numbers are hard to ascertain, as stated before many Olrodians could only hope to reach that age.

Besides their often exaggeratedly sharp teeth, Olrodians are only a slight bit bigger than humans on average. With skin tones ranging from black to green, and eye colors which are almost as varied, Olrodians may come in many different shapes and colors. However, due to their consistent infighting, it is not uncommon for members of a clan to share many similar traits compared to that of the clanless.

Yes, Olrodians are often aggressive by nature, having fought for resources for many millennia before being discovered by the alliance. Even after their resource problem has been greatly lessened thanks to offworld trade, grudges left behind from their previous wars keeps their conflict going strong. However, their approach to foreign species has mostly been cautiously passive due to the lack of bad blood.

Despite their often early ages of death, Olrodians are quite sturdy beings. Living in a land such as Olrod requires sturdiness, as the weather is not only extreme in many cases, but the wildlife has evolved specifically to excel at killing. Large vicious beasts roam the empty wastes of Olrod, which only the bravest of Olrodians dare to hunt. As such, in less harsh conditions, Olrodians are considered extremely adaptable. However, finding them anywhere other than Olrod is extremely rare, as many of their clans are wary of actually traveling.

Olrodian History

Olrodian culture was built upon the backbone of eternal inner-conflict. It's said that from the second the first Olrodians came to be, they were already killing each other. As a Boarder planet, Olrod had scarce resources, but Olrodians are noticeably durable survivalists by nature. Scraping out the necessary resources needed to survive using the sparse animal and plant life and their own durability, they've managed to survive these conditions far longer than most would expect.

The Olrodians began their fighting over the meager resources they managed to scramble together, clans formed and banded together against enemy clans and soon their eternal wars began. Clans would rise and clans would fall, Olrodian blood would be spilt endlessly from that point on. Any advancement made from that point on would be to better fight their rivals, if one had a better spear than upgrade armor until it no longer mattered and vice versa. This endless advancement got them to about the middle ages in terms of technology before they were discovered.

Even so, the constant war between clans has continued even after the connection to outer space severely lessened their resource burdens. The vast majority of the clans refused to leave behind their entrenchments, in fear their rivals would capitalize on any absence provided by attempts to reach space, Olrodians who show up off of Olrod are considered a rarity. They did, however, capitalize on the insanely strong resource they'd been using to fight one another, aptly named Olrodium. This metal, though only in the from of middle age weaponry, is able to cleanly cut through advanced polymers like tissue.

Quickly becoming a must-have metal for any and all arms crafters, it was quickly realized just how difficult Olrodium was to actually obtain. The Olrodian clans often fought to outdo each other in selling the metal, which often led to entire industries being built up around it then being torn down over night. The constant shift in suppliers, standards and customs made it a hassle, only further complicated by Olrodians constant warzone state. As the introduction of technologic advancements only led the Olrodians to even more destructive war against one another. Though this has been contained to Olrod due to the clans refusing to step too far from their homeworld, its made tourism dangerous and business tedious.

There have been several neutral zones established around the few ship hangars on the planet, where the constant conflict has ceased. This is where most of the trade between Olrodians and off-worlders occurs. Venturing past the safety of the Nuetral zones is highly dangerous, as the warfare of the Olrodians grows worse every day.

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The picture will have to change. Other than that I like him. ( ^_^ )
 
Name: Ayden Singh


Age: 39


Race: Corinthina


Appearance:
latest



Personality: A optimistic teddy bear with the mask of a gruff cynic. Ayden has a tremendous loyalty to a the ship and crew who inhabit it, to the point that he would rather die himself then. He doesn't have time for the cruel, the bigoted the evil. He does have time for the good hearted, the jokesters and the brave. He likes a good drink, reading and a good fight. He dislikes the cruel and the injustice, having someone mistreated and being stuck in a boring task/ place.


He isn't filled with smarts but he knows equipment and he knows a good ship. He won't take shit and will make it know. He isn't normally one for jokes but can mange a sarcastic comment here and there. He isn't one for romance really, he is rather inept at it. He does pride himself on two things. His beard and his fighting skills.


History: Ayeden grew up on the colonies of Corinthi, and had promising carrying in there military laying ahead of him, and by is late teens was already inducted into on of there ships. The Victory of the Victory massacre. Security officer was his role and he did it well. The crew were good and the ships severed them well. Until that fateful day. An unknown enemy, possibly pirates, attacked the ship by surprise taking out the engines. It wasn't long before the ship went up, no survivors, or at least there were meant to be. Ayden manged to get to a escape pod, and he was bleeding bad. He tried to get the others to do so but they just sent him away. He never forget that gesture or that day.


After that Ayeden drifted for years, going from planet to planet, first as a bounty hunter which earned him so name reconsigned, though he doesn't really expect many people to remember it these days. Then back to security officer on a few ships here and there which went about as well as could be expected. Recently he is looking for a new position. For now he spends his time at a bar, operating as a bouncer


Position on the ship: Quartermaster (Hopefully)


Extra: Ayden has some wounds on him. He also has some has few trinkets for his room. A cadet photo of him, a model of the Victory and a old gun.


Corinthinas: Home world Corinthi. The race is typically stronger then a normal human with longer lives. They are know for there rather wonderful facial hair. Most are the same average height as humans, with them being alot heavier then the average human, mostly due to muscle. They have three opposable digits for hands and two for feet. They find normal human room temperature to be rather cold, which is telling of there normal body temperature. They have blood that rather then iron based, is zinc based. They are know as rather impatient people. Some are know as prideful, with most being very strong with emotions. They love a good arguments and good fights, respect those who can match them. They really like mud baths as well.
 
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Name: Ayden Singh
Age: 39


Race: Corinthina


Appearance:
latest



Personality: A optimistic teddy bear with the mask of a gruff cynic. Ayden has a tremendous loyalty to a the ship and crew who inhabit it, to the point that he would rather die himself then. He doesn't have time for the cruel, the bigoted the evil. He does have time for the good hearted, the jokesters and the brave. He sin't filled with smarts but he knows equipment and he knows a good ship. He won't take shit and will make it know. He isn't normally one for jokes but can mange a sarcastic comment here and there.


History: Ayeden grew up on the colonies of Corinthi, and had promising carrying in there military laying ahead of him, and by is late teens was already inducted into on of there ships. The Victory of the Victory massacre. Security officer was his role and he did it well. The crew were good and the ships severed them well. Until that fateful day. An unknown enemy, possibly pirates, attacked the ship by surprise taking out the engines. It wasn't long before the ship went up, no survivors, or at least there were meant to be. Ayden manged to get to a escape pod, and he was bleeding bad. He tried to get the others to do so but they just sent him away. He never forget that gesture or that day.


After that Ayeden drifted for years, going from planet to planet, first as a bounty hunter which earned him so name reconsigned, though he doesn't really expect many people to remember it these days. Then back to security officer on a few ships here and there which went about as well as could be expected. Until recently he applied for a new position. Quartermaster on the Gallion. It makes sense Ayden knows weapons and supplies, and he knows how to train people as well which helps. Plus he is going to leave his shuttle with them. For now Ayden pilots his shuttle, on his way to his new life.


Position on the ship: Quartermaster


Extra: Ayden has some wounds on him. He also has some has few trinkets for his room. A cadet photo of him, a model of the Victory and a old gun.
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The character is accepted, but there is only one small thing that needs to be changed.


Ayeden will be a passenger first before he can join the crew to the Gallion. It's a way for characters to mingle and join the crew with ease.


At this point for Ross things will be difficult as she does not have the funds to add on new crew members. Plus she is picky with those who want to be on her crew.


On the other note... The ship will be planet side soon I hope, and you and the other few that are waiting will be able to join the ship as passengers. After that it is up to you and your character to convince Ross to let your character join her crew. ( ^_^ )
 
Still accepted, but there is no postings for the Gallion. Ross is not accepting new crew members as she can not hire anyone due to their shortage on funds.


The Gallion does not advertise their location nor where they are heading as they have a very small crew with such a large ship.


So it will be by chance or your character will accidentally cross the Gallion at some point at their next stop.
 
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