Sector 6-10 Squad

SachiGrl · May 25, 2016

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<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Second in Command</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Engineer</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Medic</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Soldier</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Pilot</span></span></span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">One </span></span></span></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Opening</span></span></span></strong></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Three </span></span></span></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Openings</span></span></span></strong></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Three </span></span></span></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Openings</span></span></span></strong></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Four </span></span></span></strong><strong><strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Openings</span></span></span></strong></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:36px;">Two Openings</span></span></span></strong>
<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:18px;"> When the captain is not present, he/she makes the calls. Is the captain's eyes and ears. Aids in making decisions with the captain.</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:18px;">In charge of upgrading armor and equipment. Repairs machinery. Computer assigned tasks.</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:18px;"> In charge of stocking medicinal cabinet. Researching medicinal alternatives. Aiding the injured.</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(191,191,191);"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Manning the ship's gun. Patrol the ship. Protect and defend their team.</span></span></span></strong>	<strong><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:rgb(77,77,255);"><span style="font-size:18px;"> Can pilot any vehicle. Maneuvers the ship when necessary. Help decides which path is best for the ship.</span></span></span></strong>

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SachiGrl · May 25, 2016

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SachiGrl · May 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-0213

Date Doc: 01/01/2901

BIRTH NAME: Android62128 Style#027

NICKNAME(S): Captain, Cap, Captain Andro

RACE: Android

AGE: 104

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

DATE OF BIRTH: 01/01/2901

HOMETOWN: Japan, Earth

BLOOD TYPE: Peritoneal fluid

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Commander

POWERS:
- Eternal Upgrade: Some of Andro's limbs are capable of disassembling and reassembling into various forms of technology, allowing him to perform system checks, enhancements, and upgrades.
- Super-Strength: He has an incredible ability to defy weight compared to his race, but not completely break them. Dense, lengthy, or overweight items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner. Andro can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight.
- Flight: Andro demonstrates skills with using the jet packs installed underneath his feet for long distance leaps, flight, elevation and even using the rockets as a means of attack.
- Heat Vision: He can use this power to fire off lasers from his eyes which can cause destructive damage on his intended targets or use this ability for the use of construction.
SKILLS:
- Perfect Vision: Andro has enhanced vision, allowing him to see with amazing clarity/detail, distance, or color, even in a different spectrum of light into another dimension. His eyes emit a ray frequency that produces a transparency effect to also visually penetrate solid objects or see within objects. Can be used for medical purposes such as the detection of cancers, tumors, blackened lungs, etc. The skill of perceiving a specific location is given by partial reflection of the ray from each specific surface surveyed. The direction of incoming light allows for a positioned focus on the depth of a viewing surface.
- Emotion Negation: As simple as flicking a switch off within himself, Andro can suppress or negate emotions, allowing him to to ignore emotional distractions and/or feelings from affecting his thinking-processes.
HEIGHT: 7'2''

WEIGHT: 320 pounds

EYES: Blue

HAIR: N/A

DESCRIPTION: Andro's metallic white plates are made of pure vibranium. Pure vibranium absorbs vibrations, hence the name, and can withstand tremendous amounts of kinetic energy. His luminescent-blue circuitry is made using nanophotonics which is the only thing capable of processing his superior mental capability. He has an artificial thermal system that gives him a human-like body temperature. The peritoneal fluid circulating within his body maintains his temperature purely for socialization purposes.
ALLIES: Markus, Jaenko

ENEMIES: Phi-gora

HOBBIES: Small talking with his crew, reviewing previous missions and new missions in the database, securing the ship's perimeter, analyzing jokes to improve his humor, and reading the Celestial Bugle.

LIKES: Keeping himself busy, making sure everything is in check, justice, jokes, feminine scents, smiles and cleanliness.

DISLIKES: Disorganization, injustice, anger, frustration, sadness, incomprehensible emotions, inhuman jokes, stereotypes, and being stereotyped.

PERSONALITY: Andro gives off a friendly vibe, but when speaking business, he is very assertive. He is, overall, a very sociable Droid. He always seems relaxed and unfaltered by tragic events. Sadly, this makes other's depict him as emotionless. Andro has specifically programmed himself to be emotional, but his maker originally made him to be without emotions and to make serious decisions within a heartbeat. Though he has slightly handicapped himself by programming emotions, he has always dreamed of being a human.
HISTORY:

Android2128 Style#027 was created to be a captain. Too many Sector Squad leaders have made clouded decisions resulting in many 'unnecessary' deaths. He was programmed accordingly, tested and almost immediately made Captain for the Sector 6-8 Squad. Android2128, who was created to look in his late twenties, is the most advanced humanoid to have come out of a collaborative effort between Osaka and Kyoto universities, and the Advanced Telecommunications Research Institute International (ATR).

Although, he was programmed to be captain, he sent his crew on irrelevant side missions for his own benefit. He had them steal research related to Androids becoming more Human and collect parts to implement the research onto himself. He and his crew even fought in Earth's civil war between Androids and Humans.

Androids, specifically the ones who don't wear their heart on their sleeve, took the war too far and destroyed planet Earth. They made a rocket-like system underneath Costa Rica to launch the large plot of land into the sky and had it crashing down onto Earth like a meteor. The Earth destabilized and caused a widespread of Earthquakes, Tsunamis, and Volcanic Eruptions. Costa Rica landing on Earth was like releasing the energy equal to 100 billion tons of TNT.

Planet 9, Earth, was destroyed in January 20th, 2949. A day Android2128, now calling himself Captain Andro, will never forget. After the bitter success between Humans and Androids in the civil war, he and his crew aided in the new construction of planet Earth. This planet was named Terran and Andro personally took this new planet into his care. Planet 10.
NOTES: N/A

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-0213

Date Doc: 01/01/2901

BIRTH NAME: Android62128 Style#027
NICKNAME(S): Captain, Cap, Captain Andro
RACE: Android
AGE: 104
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DATE OF BIRTH: 01/01/2901
HOMETOWN: Japan, Earth
BLOOD TYPE: Peritoneal fluid
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Commander

POWERS:
- Eternal Upgrade: Some of Andro's limbs are capable of disassembling and reassembling into various forms of technology, allowing him to perform system checks, enhancements, and upgrades.
- Super-Strength: He has an incredible ability to defy weight compared to his race, but not completely break them. Dense, lengthy, or overweight items are easy to move and simple to use in nearly any manner. Andro can crush, lift, throw, or catch items of great weight.
- Flight: Andro demonstrates skills with using the jet packs installed underneath his feet for long distance leaps, flight, elevation and even using the rockets as a means of attack.
- Heat Vision: He can use this power to fire off lasers from his eyes which can cause destructive damage on his intended targets or use this ability for the use of construction.
SKILLS:
- Perfect Vision: Andro has enhanced vision, allowing him to see with amazing clarity/detail, distance, or color, even in a different spectrum of light into another dimension. His eyes emit a ray frequency that produces a transparency effect to also visually penetrate solid objects or see within objects. Can be used for medical purposes such as the detection of cancers, tumors, blackened lungs, etc. The skill of perceiving a specific location is given by partial reflection of the ray from each specific surface surveyed. The direction of incoming light allows for a positioned focus on the depth of a viewing surface.
- Emotion Negation: As simple as flicking a switch off within himself, Andro can suppress or negate emotions, allowing him to to ignore emotional distractions and/or feelings from affecting his thinking-processes.
HEIGHT: 7'2''
WEIGHT: 320 pounds
EYES: Blue
HAIR: N/A
DESCRIPTION: Andro's metallic white plates are made of pure vibranium. Pure vibranium absorbs vibrations, hence the name, and can withstand tremendous amounts of kinetic energy. His luminescent-blue circuitry is made using nanophotonics which is the only thing capable of processing his superior mental capability. He has an artificial thermal system that gives him a human-like body temperature. The peritoneal fluid circulating within his body maintains his temperature purely for socialization purposes.
ALLIES: Markus, Jaenko
ENEMIES: Phi-gora
HOBBIES: Small talking with his crew, reviewing previous missions and new missions in the database, securing the ship's perimeter, analyzing jokes to improve his humor, and reading the Celestial Bugle.
LIKES: Keeping himself busy, making sure everything is in check, justice, jokes, feminine scents, smiles and cleanliness.
DISLIKES: Disorganization, injustice, anger, frustration, sadness, incomprehensible emotions, inhuman jokes, stereotypes, and being stereotyped.
PERSONALITY: Andro gives off a friendly vibe, but when speaking business, he is very assertive. He is, overall, a very sociable Droid. He always seems relaxed and unfaltered by tragic events. Sadly, this makes other's depict him as emotionless. Andro has specifically programmed himself to be emotional, but his maker originally made him to be without emotions and to make serious decisions within a heartbeat. Though he has slightly handicapped himself by programming emotions, he has always dreamed of being a human.
HISTORY:
Android2128 Style#027 was created to be a captain. Too many Sector Squad leaders have made clouded decisions resulting in many 'unnecessary' deaths. He was programmed accordingly, tested and almost immediately made Captain for the Sector 6-8 Squad. Android2128, who was created to look in his late twenties, is the most advanced humanoid to have come out of a collaborative effort between Osaka and Kyoto universities, and the Advanced Telecommunications Research Institute International (ATR).

Although, he was programmed to be captain, he sent his crew on irrelevant side missions for his own benefit. He had them steal research related to Androids becoming more Human and collect parts to implement the research onto himself. He and his crew even fought in Earth's civil war between Androids and Humans.

Androids, specifically the ones who don't wear their heart on their sleeve, took the war too far and destroyed planet Earth. They made a rocket-like system underneath Costa Rica to launch the large plot of land into the sky and had it crashing down onto Earth like a meteor. The Earth destabilized and caused a widespread of Earthquakes, Tsunamis, and Volcanic Eruptions. Costa Rica landing on Earth was like releasing the energy equal to 100 billion tons of TNT.

Planet 9, Earth, was destroyed in January 20th, 2949. A day Android2128, now calling himself Captain Andro, will never forget. After the bitter success between Humans and Androids in the civil war, he and his crew aided in the new construction of planet Earth. This planet was named Terran and Andro personally took this new planet into his care. Planet 10.
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razzledazzle66 · May 25, 2016

CLASSIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-6669

Date Doc: 05/25/3005

BIRTH NAME: Markus Nave Michoski

NICKNAME(S): Tank

RACE: Human

AGE: 33

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th, 2972

HOMETOWN: Unknown, Terran

BLOOD TYPE: B+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

6 year old daughter named Jessica

OCCUPATION: Engineer

FLUENT IN: English

POWERS: N/A

SKILLS: Mechanical Engineer - He studied to become an Engineer in the military and is able to work on anything that has moving parts. He is able to take apart most weapons and put them back together without missing a single part. He tends to work fast but never misses minor details that some overlook. He can get to caught up in his work delaying him form other duties.

Computer Skills - He has become knowledgeable with computers learning how they function and how to peace them back together. He is good with the hardware aspect but lacking in the software department. He is able to generally build up components into a working computer but lacks the programming knowledge to make them operate.

Weapons Expert - He has learned how to fire most weapon classes on Earth, having high marksman marks in every class expect firearms. He prefers bigger better weapons and tends to focus less practice time on pistols and handguns.
HEIGHT: 5'10''

WEIGHT: 195lbs

EYES: Brown

HAIR: Black

DESCRIPTION:

Markus is pretty buff. He has an 8-pack for abs, toned chest, and big biceps. His legs are not as big but are toned from prior military training. He usually wears contacts to make his eyes red, but when he has to wears a pair of glasses. He generally wears a ring on his pinkie to remind him of his daughter. He wears a silver watch on his left arm and has a tattoo on his back of the grim reaper. He usually cares a bandolier of explosive and buckshot shells.
ALLIES: Captain Andro

ENEMIES: In Progress of making.

HOBBIES: Markus likes to tinker in his spare time. He devotes most of his time to playing with computers, guns, or machines that he can take apart and put back together. He liked to learn how they work and what makes them tick. He also spends a lot of time on the firing range practicing with the available weapons.

LIKES: Guns, Computers, Machines, Ammo, Books on said topics, Food.

DISLIKES: Be disturbed when in the middle of a project, getting to work late or forced to retire early, seeing his allies wounded, seeing his machines broken.

PERSONALITY:

Markus is a well rounded man. He is very caring when it comes to his close friends and his daughter. He tended to get hyped up when he is talking about or dealing with guns and machines. He likes to be around people when he is not working on a project. He enjoys helping others with their work and making sure it gets completed. He tends to get anger if someone bad mouths a teammate or women. He is very feministic as he wants his daughter to be able to do anything she aspires to do. He generally follows orders as long as it does not question his morals.
HISTORY:

Markus was born in Terran in the middle of summer. While growing up he learned that he liked to play with toys differently then most kinds. He would always try to take them apart and put them back together again and again till they worked like before if not better. He was able to, at the age of 12, deconstruct a broken generator and put it back together to make it work once again. This was when he learned that he wanted to build and rebuild things for a living.

He joined the military right out of high school and for eight years became a mechanical engineer. He learned how to work with guns, tanks, airplanes, cars, and missiles. After leaving the military he met his late wife Elizabeth and they had a daughter. Elizabeth passed away during a protest for woman's rights as she was one of the leading activists. He always loved her ambition and made an attempt to always follow those ambitions.

He went to work as an engineering contractor where he learned how to play with computers and rebuild them from scratch. He had also taken courses on how to work with them as well as how to build the electrical components. He took his time with learning how to function them till the needed coding. He has studied a bit of coding but did not pursue it.

He has been offered a job joining Sector 6-10 and, even though he had to leave his daughter, was honored to accept a position with them as an Engineer. He his hoping that he can use his knowledge to better the squad and complete any and all missions.
NOTES: Markus always carries a knife of some kind on his person.

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CLASSIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-6669

Date Doc: 05/25/3005

BIRTH NAME: Markus Nave Michoski
NICKNAME(S): Tank
RACE: Human
AGE: 33
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6th, 2972
HOMETOWN: Unknown, Terran
BLOOD TYPE: B+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: 6 year old daughter named Jessica

OCCUPATION: Engineer
FLUENT IN: English

POWERS: N/A
SKILLS: Mechanical Engineer - He studied to become an Engineer in the military and is able to work on anything that has moving parts. He is able to take apart most weapons and put them back together without missing a single part. He tends to work fast but never misses minor details that some overlook. He can get to caught up in his work delaying him form other duties.
Computer Skills - He has become knowledgeable with computers learning how they function and how to peace them back together. He is good with the hardware aspect but lacking in the software department. He is able to generally build up components into a working computer but lacks the programming knowledge to make them operate.
Weapons Expert - He has learned how to fire most weapon classes on Earth, having high marksman marks in every class expect firearms. He prefers bigger better weapons and tends to focus less practice time on pistols and handguns.
HEIGHT: 5'10''
WEIGHT: 195lbs
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Black
DESCRIPTION:
Markus is pretty buff. He has an 8-pack for abs, toned chest, and big biceps. His legs are not as big but are toned from prior military training. He usually wears contacts to make his eyes red, but when he has to wears a pair of glasses. He generally wears a ring on his pinkie to remind him of his daughter. He wears a silver watch on his left arm and has a tattoo on his back of the grim reaper. He usually cares a bandolier of explosive and buckshot shells.
ALLIES: Captain Andro
ENEMIES: In Progress of making.
HOBBIES: Markus likes to tinker in his spare time. He devotes most of his time to playing with computers, guns, or machines that he can take apart and put back together. He liked to learn how they work and what makes them tick. He also spends a lot of time on the firing range practicing with the available weapons.
LIKES: Guns, Computers, Machines, Ammo, Books on said topics, Food.
DISLIKES: Be disturbed when in the middle of a project, getting to work late or forced to retire early, seeing his allies wounded, seeing his machines broken.
PERSONALITY:
Markus is a well rounded man. He is very caring when it comes to his close friends and his daughter. He tended to get hyped up when he is talking about or dealing with guns and machines. He likes to be around people when he is not working on a project. He enjoys helping others with their work and making sure it gets completed. He tends to get anger if someone bad mouths a teammate or women. He is very feministic as he wants his daughter to be able to do anything she aspires to do. He generally follows orders as long as it does not question his morals.
HISTORY:
Markus was born in Terran in the middle of summer. While growing up he learned that he liked to play with toys differently then most kinds. He would always try to take them apart and put them back together again and again till they worked like before if not better. He was able to, at the age of 12, deconstruct a broken generator and put it back together to make it work once again. This was when he learned that he wanted to build and rebuild things for a living.

He joined the military right out of high school and for eight years became a mechanical engineer. He learned how to work with guns, tanks, airplanes, cars, and missiles. After leaving the military he met his late wife Elizabeth and they had a daughter. Elizabeth passed away during a protest for woman's rights as she was one of the leading activists. He always loved her ambition and made an attempt to always follow those ambitions.

He went to work as an engineering contractor where he learned how to play with computers and rebuild them from scratch. He had also taken courses on how to work with them as well as how to build the electrical components. He took his time with learning how to function them till the needed coding. He has studied a bit of coding but did not pursue it.

He has been offered a job joining Sector 6-10 and, even though he had to leave his daughter, was honored to accept a position with them as an Engineer. He his hoping that he can use his knowledge to better the squad and complete any and all missions.
NOTES: Markus always carries a knife of some kind on his person.

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Alstromeria · May 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-1726

Date Doc: 05/16/3005

BIRTH NAME: JAENKO VALERE

NICKNAME(S): N/A

RACE: Nauvon

AGE: 23

GENDER: MALE

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL

DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 16, 2982

HOMETOWN: SECTOR 6-10, LAST KNOWN RESIDENCE: SOULAD, CHORDATE

BLOOD TYPE: AB

FAMILY:

FATHER: JETHRO VALERE

MOTHER: CYNTHIA VALERE

OCCUPATION: ENGINEER

FLUENT IN: Hmmz (Czech), Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese) and English.

Powers: N/A

SKILLS:

-TECHNOLOGICALLY PROFICIENT: Able to use technology of any make, but is most proficient in spacecraft and machinery of Nauvon, Chordation, and Human make
HEIGHT: 5'10''

WEIGHT: 132lbs, 59.9kg

EYES: BROWN

HAIR: BROWN

DESCRIPTION:

-Semi-curcular horns, main spikes begin at temples, top of the head, and back of the ear

-Horn starts at small of back, extends to base of neck, two points start in similar place, end at shoulder blades, points extend beyond shoulders

-Extended ulnas, bone extends past elbow 3in or 7.6cm (approx) reenforced with metal braces

-Cybernetic arm, left, sterling silver/stainless steel alloy, various jacks and ports, small electric dishcarge unit on back of wrist

-CO2/H2O filtering unit, installed inside base of throat

-Partially cybernetic eye, right, sensitive to infrared and ultraviolet light, ability to magnify vision

-Large red tattoos down left side of face, similar markings on far right breast and back, extend across shoulder and down bicep
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Phi-gora

ENEMIES: (Talk to me)

HOBBIES:

-Swimming

-Taking things apart

-Putting things together

-Wrestling

LIKES:

-Sharp objects

-Inanimate objects

-Strange/curious objects

-Machinery

-Headbutting

-Children

-Wildlife

DISLIKES:

-Boredom/tedium

-Cowards

-Weakness

-Incompitence

-Pollution

-"Bad vibes" (refuses to elaborate)

PERSONALITY:

Jaenko Valere is a semi-gruff technician. He tends to show his more rugged side to ward off those he believes he cannot trust, but his usual bitter demeanor hides the part of him that sincerely cares for those around him. Jaenko feels all emotions vehemently, and will not hesitate to act upon them. Given this, Jaenko tries to take hurtful comments and situations with a grain of salt, and praise/goodwill to heart. Jaenko is a brutally honest person, and wishes others were the same way. Agressive, but not bellicose, Jaenko is not willing to give even the slightest amount of ground in his values, arguments, and opinions.
HISTORY:

The Nauvons known as Jethro and Cynthia Valere gave birth to Jaenko on their merchant vessel, Chronomajeir, in an uncertain point in space in sector 6-10. As merchants, the pair had no time for delay in their trade routes, and simply brought their son, later dubbed Jaenko, along wherever they went. Jaenko matured aboard theChronomajeir, and could usually be found messing with anything he could get his hands on. As a result of this, Jaenko was not allowed in the control room of his parents ship until they deemed his piloting skills sufficient enough. There were a few other crewmembers aboard the ship, three Chordations, a Human, and his parents. The Chordations spoke their native language at work, this lead to Jaenko's first words being spoken in the language. He learned both Nauvon languages from his parents, and the Human also taught him english, or common tounge. Jaenko recieved much practice on his parents endeavours, and was able to understand their business and trade interactions at the age of three.

His parents retired from their jobs (Age 6) to a nice waterfront property on Chordate. Jaenko didn't understand why he couldn't breathe underwater like the majority of his aquatic neighbors, so he proceeded to find a way that he could, installing a CO2/H2O filter in his throat (age 7), allowing him to breathe underwater, and anywhere where oxygen is present. On Chordate, Jaenko adopted the planets tribal and warlike behavior, wrestling with the other children, even gearing up to fight in the arena once (age 19). His assorted bone growths made ample tools that gave him an edge in these situations, but Jaenko had a carefree attitude about such activities, and never took them seriously.

At age 14, Jaenko and a few of his friends were swimming near an abandoned Phi're shipwreck. Naturally, Jaenko went to explore, and discovered some of the ship's systems were still functionable. After a bit of messing around, Jaenko learned how to operate the systems, and this became his friends new hideout. This ended a few weeks later when Jaenko accidentially got his arm crushed in a malfunctioning airlock. Jaenko healed eventually, and built himself a new arm one handed, giving himself a much stronger and more utiliary appendage. There is a blade attatched to this arm in a similar place that the one made of bone is on his other arm, but this one is a bit longer, and is made of steel lined with fragments of bone while the other is made of bone lined with fragments of steel.

At age 23, space once again has called to Jaenko. Refusing to start a trading bisuness like his parents, instead looking for a bit of adventure, Jaenko enlisted in the draft, and was put on the ship in charge of sector 6-10. His parents would rather he choose a safer career, and take their old ship, but they understand that Jaenko's "wild and free" nature will only be lived in the spirit of high adventure.
NOTES:

-Greet with caution. Will attempt to strike with head

-Fully fluent in Chordation, Human, and Nauvon languages

-Decent pilot if none other available

-Proficient skill with mounted and ship weapons

-Proficient in hand to hand combat, uses his horns and other bone growths

-Immune to harmful/poison gasses due to CO2/H2O filter

-Any threat of bodily harm is calculated to be 48.6% serious

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-1726

Date Doc: 05/16/3005

BIRTH NAME: JAENKO VALERE
NICKNAME(S): N/A
RACE: Nauvon
AGE: 23
GENDER: MALE
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL
DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 16, 2982
HOMETOWN: SECTOR 6-10, LAST KNOWN RESIDENCE: SOULAD, CHORDATE
BLOOD TYPE: AB
FAMILY:

FATHER: JETHRO VALERE
MOTHER: CYNTHIA VALERE

OCCUPATION: ENGINEER
FLUENT IN: Hmmz (Czech), Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese) and English.

Powers: N/A
SKILLS:
-TECHNOLOGICALLY PROFICIENT: Able to use technology of any make, but is most proficient in spacecraft and machinery of Nauvon, Chordation, and Human make
HEIGHT: 5'10''
WEIGHT: 132lbs, 59.9kg
EYES: BROWN
HAIR: BROWN
DESCRIPTION:
-Semi-curcular horns, main spikes begin at temples, top of the head, and back of the ear
-Horn starts at small of back, extends to base of neck, two points start in similar place, end at shoulder blades, points extend beyond shoulders
-Extended ulnas, bone extends past elbow 3in or 7.6cm (approx) reenforced with metal braces
-Cybernetic arm, left, sterling silver/stainless steel alloy, various jacks and ports, small electric dishcarge unit on back of wrist
-CO2/H2O filtering unit, installed inside base of throat
-Partially cybernetic eye, right, sensitive to infrared and ultraviolet light, ability to magnify vision
-Large red tattoos down left side of face, similar markings on far right breast and back, extend across shoulder and down bicep
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Phi-gora
ENEMIES: (Talk to me)
HOBBIES:
-Swimming
-Taking things apart
-Putting things together
-Wrestling
LIKES:
-Sharp objects
-Inanimate objects
-Strange/curious objects
-Machinery
-Headbutting
-Children
-Wildlife
DISLIKES:
-Boredom/tedium
-Cowards
-Weakness
-Incompitence
-Pollution
-"Bad vibes" (refuses to elaborate)
PERSONALITY:

Jaenko Valere is a semi-gruff technician. He tends to show his more rugged side to ward off those he believes he cannot trust, but his usual bitter demeanor hides the part of him that sincerely cares for those around him. Jaenko feels all emotions vehemently, and will not hesitate to act upon them. Given this, Jaenko tries to take hurtful comments and situations with a grain of salt, and praise/goodwill to heart. Jaenko is a brutally honest person, and wishes others were the same way. Agressive, but not bellicose, Jaenko is not willing to give even the slightest amount of ground in his values, arguments, and opinions.
HISTORY:
The Nauvons known as Jethro and Cynthia Valere gave birth to Jaenko on their merchant vessel, Chronomajeir, in an uncertain point in space in sector 6-10. As merchants, the pair had no time for delay in their trade routes, and simply brought their son, later dubbed Jaenko, along wherever they went. Jaenko matured aboard theChronomajeir, and could usually be found messing with anything he could get his hands on. As a result of this, Jaenko was not allowed in the control room of his parents ship until they deemed his piloting skills sufficient enough. There were a few other crewmembers aboard the ship, three Chordations, a Human, and his parents. The Chordations spoke their native language at work, this lead to Jaenko's first words being spoken in the language. He learned both Nauvon languages from his parents, and the Human also taught him english, or common tounge. Jaenko recieved much practice on his parents endeavours, and was able to understand their business and trade interactions at the age of three.

His parents retired from their jobs (Age 6) to a nice waterfront property on Chordate. Jaenko didn't understand why he couldn't breathe underwater like the majority of his aquatic neighbors, so he proceeded to find a way that he could, installing a CO2/H2O filter in his throat (age 7), allowing him to breathe underwater, and anywhere where oxygen is present. On Chordate, Jaenko adopted the planets tribal and warlike behavior, wrestling with the other children, even gearing up to fight in the arena once (age 19). His assorted bone growths made ample tools that gave him an edge in these situations, but Jaenko had a carefree attitude about such activities, and never took them seriously.

At age 14, Jaenko and a few of his friends were swimming near an abandoned Phi're shipwreck. Naturally, Jaenko went to explore, and discovered some of the ship's systems were still functionable. After a bit of messing around, Jaenko learned how to operate the systems, and this became his friends new hideout. This ended a few weeks later when Jaenko accidentially got his arm crushed in a malfunctioning airlock. Jaenko healed eventually, and built himself a new arm one handed, giving himself a much stronger and more utiliary appendage. There is a blade attatched to this arm in a similar place that the one made of bone is on his other arm, but this one is a bit longer, and is made of steel lined with fragments of bone while the other is made of bone lined with fragments of steel.

At age 23, space once again has called to Jaenko. Refusing to start a trading bisuness like his parents, instead looking for a bit of adventure, Jaenko enlisted in the draft, and was put on the ship in charge of sector 6-10. His parents would rather he choose a safer career, and take their old ship, but they understand that Jaenko's "wild and free" nature will only be lived in the spirit of high adventure.
NOTES:
-Greet with caution. Will attempt to strike with head
-Fully fluent in Chordation, Human, and Nauvon languages
-Decent pilot if none other available
-Proficient skill with mounted and ship weapons
-Proficient in hand to hand combat, uses his horns and other bone growths
-Immune to harmful/poison gasses due to CO2/H2O filter
-Any threat of bodily harm is calculated to be 48.6% serious

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SachiGrl · May 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-0173

Date Doc: 05/31/3005

BIRTH NAME: Phi'gora Armsworth

NICKNAME(S): Phi, Phi-Phi, Doc, Doctor Phi

RACE: Demonic Elf

AGE: 45

GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

DATE OF BIRTH: December 7th, 2960

HOMETOWN: Balgar, Phi're

BLOOD TYPE: O+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Lead Doctor

FLUENT IN: Phi (French) and English

Powers:

Fire Armor- Phi'gora can form armor around her body or a shape it from fire for protection and physical boost. With training, she could shape the armor into new forms for weapons, transportation, even constructs of the element, but Phi likes to construct medical supplies.

Fire Wall- Phi can create walls of fire from nothing or by shaping the existing fire, they can shape the wall to any shape they want, but afterwards the walls are unchanging and immobile, their usually made for shields. She's not a fan of fighting.

Flaming Surface- She can cause surfaces (often floor) to emit flames, causing fire-damage on anything in contact with them or the flames.

SKILLS:

Medical Intuition- She has a great, if not innate, medical knowledge, enabling her to easily treat others' injuries and create medicines. One with this ability can cook up concoctions and remedies for ailments with nearly anything in one's environments. They are also able to tell which things in the wild (or in one’s kitchen) are poisonous and which are safe to ingest or to use to treat injuries. This ability is not always accompanied by the ability Healing, just the ability to discern sources of natural remedies in domestic products and the like.

Medical Weaponry Proficiency- Phi-gora is able to demonstrate unique aptitude for the way of medical weaponry (sutures, saws, hypodermic needle etc...).

Medicinal Creation- Phi can create or generate different kinds of medicine including ointments, tablets, elixirs, serums, cream, powders, etc out of thin air or by transforming other matter. These medicines could be used to cure numerous amounts of illnesses or prevent illnesses to occur and used for healing and pain suppressant.
HEIGHT: 5'2''

WEIGHT: 128lbs

EYES: Green

HAIR: Blonde

DESCRIPTION:

Phi'gora is a petite and fit woman. She appears young, but she is past her middle-aged years. Her vanilla blonde hair reaches past her shoulders with voluptuous waves. She has light colored eye-brows and small emerald green eyes similar to the shape of almonds. Her nose is round, narrow and slightly hooked upward. Ready for any kiss, Phi-gora has thick lips that aren't too wide.

Her skin is on the lighter side compared to other Demonic Elves, but has a hint of a light orange tone that is reminiscent under any ultraviolet ray. She has a tattoo on her upper right shoulder of a medicinal plant that closely resembles an outline of a fern. Her body is firm. Her abdomen, biceps and legs are about as solid, smooth, and hard as a concrete wall.
ALLIES: Jaenko

ENEMIES: Captain Andro

HOBBIES: Thrift shopping, exploring, eaves dropping, pretending to read/write just to eaves drop, planning/implementing pranks

LIKES: Gossiping, hearing humors, hearing/telling/doing all kinds of jokes, not taking things too seriously

DISLIKES: Serious people, people who can't take jokes, people who snitch, fighting

PERSONALITY:

Phi-gora is a ball of fun. She's enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests her. She has moderate people skills. She tends to ignore/avoid gloomy/dark atmosphere despite the fact that she works in the medical field. She doesn't take death seriously, so you would find her joking still while someone is in their death bed. She likes to live life in accordance with their inner values, which is to steal til her life's content, laugh and enjoy life as much as possible before her end. She gets easily excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, she has a broad range of interests and abilities giving herself the sky as her limit.
HISTORY:

Born and raised in the outskirts of Balgar, Phi-gora was trained to be a thief and an assassin. She grew up within a clan of mischievous elves. Her life was always care-free, but she knew at any given moment she could die. This underlying motive allowed her to train and secretly confiscate medical books in case of an emergency. The crowd she was among wasn't the best and she wanted a better life. On the other hand, the longer she stuck with this clan, the higher the risk of her own death. Thanks to the knowledge provided from her stolen goods, she managed to save her own life. Which is pretty good for a rookie.

After years of training under her clan's wing, she abandoned them once she found the opportunity. An opportunity to join Phi're's militia. Before she was a rookie nurse, but now the military shaped her into a doctor with education and plenty of training. Sadly, her bandit ways and mannerisms were a pest to some, but she honestly was indifferent. She was happy that she extended her life and now she can extend the lives of others and make them have a laugh or two.
NOTES: N/A

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-0173

Date Doc: 05/31/3005

BIRTH NAME: Phi'gora Armsworth
NICKNAME(S): Phi, Phi-Phi, Doc, Doctor Phi
RACE: Demonic Elf
AGE: 45
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
DATE OF BIRTH: December 7th, 2960
HOMETOWN: Balgar, Phi're
BLOOD TYPE: O+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Lead Doctor
FLUENT IN: Phi (French) and English

Powers:
Fire Armor- Phi'gora can form armor around her body or a shape it from fire for protection and physical boost. With training, she could shape the armor into new forms for weapons, transportation, even constructs of the element, but Phi likes to construct medical supplies.

Fire Wall- Phi can create walls of fire from nothing or by shaping the existing fire, they can shape the wall to any shape they want, but afterwards the walls are unchanging and immobile, their usually made for shields. She's not a fan of fighting.

Flaming Surface- She can cause surfaces (often floor) to emit flames, causing fire-damage on anything in contact with them or the flames.

SKILLS:
Medical Intuition- She has a great, if not innate, medical knowledge, enabling her to easily treat others' injuries and create medicines. One with this ability can cook up concoctions and remedies for ailments with nearly anything in one's environments. They are also able to tell which things in the wild (or in one’s kitchen) are poisonous and which are safe to ingest or to use to treat injuries. This ability is not always accompanied by the ability Healing, just the ability to discern sources of natural remedies in domestic products and the like.

Medical Weaponry Proficiency- Phi-gora is able to demonstrate unique aptitude for the way of medical weaponry (sutures, saws, hypodermic needle etc...).

Medicinal Creation- Phi can create or generate different kinds of medicine including ointments, tablets, elixirs, serums, cream, powders, etc out of thin air or by transforming other matter. These medicines could be used to cure numerous amounts of illnesses or prevent illnesses to occur and used for healing and pain suppressant.
[img=http://rs418.pbsrc.com/albums/pp267/SachiGrl/elf.jpg?w=480&h=480&fit=clip]HEIGHT: 5'2''
WEIGHT: 128lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blonde
DESCRIPTION:
Phi'gora is a petite and fit woman. She appears young, but she is past her middle-aged years. Her vanilla blonde hair reaches past her shoulders with voluptuous waves. She has light colored eye-brows and small emerald green eyes similar to the shape of almonds. Her nose is round, narrow and slightly hooked upward. Ready for any kiss, Phi-gora has thick lips that aren't too wide.

Her skin is on the lighter side compared to other Demonic Elves, but has a hint of a light orange tone that is reminiscent under any ultraviolet ray. She has a tattoo on her upper right shoulder of a medicinal plant that closely resembles an outline of a fern. Her body is firm. Her abdomen, biceps and legs are about as solid, smooth, and hard as a concrete wall.
ALLIES: Jaenko
ENEMIES: Captain Andro
HOBBIES: Thrift shopping, exploring, eaves dropping, pretending to read/write just to eaves drop, planning/implementing pranks
LIKES: Gossiping, hearing humors, hearing/telling/doing all kinds of jokes, not taking things too seriously
DISLIKES: Serious people, people who can't take jokes, people who snitch, fighting
PERSONALITY:
Phi-gora is a ball of fun. She's enthusiastic, idealistic, and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests her. She has moderate people skills. She tends to ignore/avoid gloomy/dark atmosphere despite the fact that she works in the medical field. She doesn't take death seriously, so you would find her joking still while someone is in their death bed. She likes to live life in accordance with their inner values, which is to steal til her life's content, laugh and enjoy life as much as possible before her end. She gets easily excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, she has a broad range of interests and abilities giving herself the sky as her limit.
HISTORY:
Born and raised in the outskirts of Balgar, Phi-gora was trained to be a thief and an assassin. She grew up within a clan of mischievous elves. Her life was always care-free, but she knew at any given moment she could die. This underlying motive allowed her to train and secretly confiscate medical books in case of an emergency. The crowd she was among wasn't the best and she wanted a better life. On the other hand, the longer she stuck with this clan, the higher the risk of her own death. Thanks to the knowledge provided from her stolen goods, she managed to save her own life. Which is pretty good for a rookie.

After years of training under her clan's wing, she abandoned them once she found the opportunity. An opportunity to join Phi're's militia. Before she was a rookie nurse, but now the military shaped her into a doctor with education and plenty of training. Sadly, her bandit ways and mannerisms were a pest to some, but she honestly was indifferent. She was happy that she extended her life and now she can extend the lives of others and make them have a laugh or two.
NOTES: N/A

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Alstromeria · May 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-1726

Date Doc: 05/16/3005

BIRTH NAME: MINGO RATHMIN

NICKNAME(S): N/A

RACE: EVOLVED CHORDATION

AGE: 126

GENDER: MALE

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL

DATE OF BIRTH: MAY 2, 2878

HOMETOWN: BITVA, CHORDATE

BLOOD TYPE: O+

FAMILY:

FATHER: HORVATH RATHMIN

MOTHER: KIRNA RATHMIN

SISTER: JENICE KINOK

SISTER: LAURIN GARGIL

OCCUPATION: SOLDIER

FLUENT IN: Hmmz (Czech), English

Powers:

-WATER MANIPULATION: As a native of Chordate, Mingo has the ability to manipulate water.

-SIREN CALL: Mingos mother was of siren decent. He has inherited the ability to make unnatural noises of both high and low frequency, and various wavelength. If need be, he can function as a type of radio.

-TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION: This is just an extension of Mingo's siren abilities, he just talks in a way that the sound only bounces to specific peoples ears/audio receptors.

SKILLS:

-PHYSICAL COMBAT: Mingo excells in hand to hand and physical combat in any environment. Low-g, underwater, high-g, aerial, you name it. Mingo uses a charged bowstaff/spear combo weapon that has the capability to fire laser bolts from both ends.

-WEAPON HANDLING AND RESOURCEFULNESS: Mingo has been training, drilling, and sparring since he could barely walk, via Chordation tradition. He can use almost anything as a weapon anywhere against anything in more ways than possibly imaginable.
HEIGHT: 5'8"

WEIGHT: 156lbs, 70.8kg

EYES: GREEN

HAIR: BLACK

DESCRIPTION:

-Everpresent five o'clock shadow

-Small scars on forehead

-Spiraling tattoos on chest, shoulders, back, biceps, and wrists

-Family crest tattooed on center of chest, on each shoulder

-Fins for ears, webbing around joints and fingers

-Small scales covering chest, abdomen, arms

-Wavy growths on shoulders and sides of abdomen
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Jaenko

ENEMIES: (Talk to me)

HOBBIES:

-Swimming

-Sparring

-Working out

-Wrestling

-Meditating

LIKES:

-His spear

-Water

-Quiet

DISLIKES:

-Action

-Stress

-People touching his spear

-Killing

PERSONALITY:

Mingo is a capable, recourceful, and clear headed individual. He is calm in mostly any situation, even if it involves imminent danger. Mingo can tolerate pretty much anything, and believes that anyone can have a change of heart or alliance for "good". He takes meticulous care of his body, but is very modest. He is also humble, and detests displaying his skills just for show. Mingo is a perfectionist, and punishes himself severely for his own mistakes, even if they were unpreventable. Sentimental and caring, Mingo is basically the opposite of the steriotypical Chordation.
HISTORY:

Mingo Rathmin was born to the Chordations Horvath Rathmin and his first wife, Kirna Rathmin. Being the only male, and the firstborn, it became encumbent upon Mingo to follow in his fathers footsteps and take on his legacy: head of the Wrath Guild, and its champion in the arena. Passing on a title to a son is A surefire way to make sure political power stays in the family. Since an early age, Horvath taught his son how to use weapons of all kinds. Despite his father using a steriotypical net and trident, Mingo had a natural tendancy for double endged weapons. Dissapointed, his father urged him to copy his style, and reluctantly, Mingo complied. And so, for the first time at the age of 15, the first legal age you are allowed to compete in the arena, Mingo faced up his first opponent exactly as his father did.

On one fateful day, Mingo realized that copying his fahers style was all too easy for his opponents. They had generations to study from, and Mingo was done being predictable. After about a half an hour of fighting, Mingo threw down his net, and calmly snapped the fork parts off of his trident. Raising his newly formed spear, he lept into a downward current and blew some oxygen out of his mouth, forming a cavitation bubble behind it. The cavitation bubble snapped from sheer water pressure, and sent the spear blasting towards his opponent. The spear flew faster than a bullet, and impaled his opponent in the blink of an eye.

Since killing your opponent without the go-ahead from the arena master is a big no-go, and Mingos opponent was pretty far up on the power scale, his father had no other choice but to banish him from the guild. With no family, and no hope for a future without a guild, Mingo promptly jumped planet, hoping to start anew elsewhere. He carries the pain of his ritualistic murder and exile with him wherever he goes, and it haunts him more than he likes to let on. He sees being part of squad 6-10 as a chance for redemption.
NOTES:

N/A

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-1726

Date Doc: 05/16/3005

BIRTH NAME: MINGO RATHMIN
NICKNAME(S): N/A
RACE: EVOLVED CHORDATION
AGE: 126
GENDER: MALE
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: HETEROSEXUAL
DATE OF BIRTH: MAY 2, 2878
HOMETOWN: BITVA, CHORDATE
BLOOD TYPE: O+
FAMILY:

FATHER: HORVATH RATHMIN
MOTHER: KIRNA RATHMIN
SISTER: JENICE KINOK
SISTER: LAURIN GARGIL

OCCUPATION: SOLDIER
FLUENT IN: Hmmz (Czech), English

Powers:
-WATER MANIPULATION: As a native of Chordate, Mingo has the ability to manipulate water.
-SIREN CALL: Mingos mother was of siren decent. He has inherited the ability to make unnatural noises of both high and low frequency, and various wavelength. If need be, he can function as a type of radio.
-TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION: This is just an extension of Mingo's siren abilities, he just talks in a way that the sound only bounces to specific peoples ears/audio receptors.
SKILLS:
-PHYSICAL COMBAT: Mingo excells in hand to hand and physical combat in any environment. Low-g, underwater, high-g, aerial, you name it. Mingo uses a charged bowstaff/spear combo weapon that has the capability to fire laser bolts from both ends.
-WEAPON HANDLING AND RESOURCEFULNESS: Mingo has been training, drilling, and sparring since he could barely walk, via Chordation tradition. He can use almost anything as a weapon anywhere against anything in more ways than possibly imaginable.
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 156lbs, 70.8kg
EYES: GREEN
HAIR: BLACK
DESCRIPTION:
-Everpresent five o'clock shadow
-Small scars on forehead
-Spiraling tattoos on chest, shoulders, back, biceps, and wrists
-Family crest tattooed on center of chest, on each shoulder
-Fins for ears, webbing around joints and fingers
-Small scales covering chest, abdomen, arms
-Wavy growths on shoulders and sides of abdomen
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Jaenko
ENEMIES: (Talk to me)
HOBBIES:
-Swimming
-Sparring
-Working out
-Wrestling
-Meditating
LIKES:
-His spear
-Water
-Quiet
DISLIKES:
-Action
-Stress
-People touching his spear
-Killing
PERSONALITY:

Mingo is a capable, recourceful, and clear headed individual. He is calm in mostly any situation, even if it involves imminent danger. Mingo can tolerate pretty much anything, and believes that anyone can have a change of heart or alliance for "good". He takes meticulous care of his body, but is very modest. He is also humble, and detests displaying his skills just for show. Mingo is a perfectionist, and punishes himself severely for his own mistakes, even if they were unpreventable. Sentimental and caring, Mingo is basically the opposite of the steriotypical Chordation.
HISTORY:
Mingo Rathmin was born to the Chordations Horvath Rathmin and his first wife, Kirna Rathmin. Being the only male, and the firstborn, it became encumbent upon Mingo to follow in his fathers footsteps and take on his legacy: head of the Wrath Guild, and its champion in the arena. Passing on a title to a son is A surefire way to make sure political power stays in the family. Since an early age, Horvath taught his son how to use weapons of all kinds. Despite his father using a steriotypical net and trident, Mingo had a natural tendancy for double endged weapons. Dissapointed, his father urged him to copy his style, and reluctantly, Mingo complied. And so, for the first time at the age of 15, the first legal age you are allowed to compete in the arena, Mingo faced up his first opponent exactly as his father did.

On one fateful day, Mingo realized that copying his fahers style was all too easy for his opponents. They had generations to study from, and Mingo was done being predictable. After about a half an hour of fighting, Mingo threw down his net, and calmly snapped the fork parts off of his trident. Raising his newly formed spear, he lept into a downward current and blew some oxygen out of his mouth, forming a cavitation bubble behind it. The cavitation bubble snapped from sheer water pressure, and sent the spear blasting towards his opponent. The spear flew faster than a bullet, and impaled his opponent in the blink of an eye.

Since killing your opponent without the go-ahead from the arena master is a big no-go, and Mingos opponent was pretty far up on the power scale, his father had no other choice but to banish him from the guild. With no family, and no hope for a future without a guild, Mingo promptly jumped planet, hoping to start anew elsewhere. He carries the pain of his ritualistic murder and exile with him wherever he goes, and it haunts him more than he likes to let on. He sees being part of squad 6-10 as a chance for redemption.
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Anaxileah · May 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-537L

Date Doc: 05/20/3005

BIRTH NAME: Lil'Ayta (no surname)

NICKNAME(S): Preferably Ayta. Hates being called Lil.

RACE: Chordation

AGE: 101

GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual

DATE OF BIRTH: January 20, 2904

HOMETOWN: Sipiolodae, Chordate.

BLOOD TYPE: O+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

Yzzir'ten (Deceased)

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Second-In-Command/Head Medic

FLUENT IN: English, Hmmz, Phi, and Naun.

Powers:
- Water Manipulation: Ayta can use water for almost any purpose, as long as there's a source of it nearby. This ability allows her to use it for a healing technique she learned back on Chordate, where the patient is placed in a pod of water, their body submerged in the water while their face is above the water to allow them to breathe, and the water is moved back and forth, a lulling action that helps heal the body.
- Water Solidification: A fancy way of saying she can turn water into ice. Ayta uses this ability to freeze over wounds (the presence of water in the body allows this to remain for a small period of time) so that she can treat the wound(s) once the area is safe and cleansed.
- Enhanced Senses: She has really good hearing, but her sight is only great under the water. When on the surface, her vision is slightly impaired (she has to squint to read things sometimes, and often asks for help when reading books).
- Enhanced Agility: Sort of self-explanatory. She's a fast swimmer, runs quickly, dodges well, and can jump higher than humans can.
SKILLS:
- Medical Profession: Ayta learned how to heal others at a young age, her talent only flourishing as she grew. Her talent became more prominent as she became a woman, but it prevented her from being important to the Chordate society for a while, since she lacked combative skills. However, over time, she became an important part of the small portion of the big city, helping those who were attacked by the creatures on Chordate.
- Peacemaker: Ayta always has a level head when facing an obstacle or facing an argument. She knows what is right and wrong, and finds the two easy to distinguish, which helps her as a Second in Command. However, this attribute is also why she may be disliked, since she seems to be emotionless in her decision-making, when the truth is she just closes off her personal emotions when helping others.
HEIGHT: 6'3"

WEIGHT: 183

EYES: Pale Blue

HAIR: Dark Turquoise/Seaweed Green

DESCRIPTION: Ayta is a tall, slender, and lightly muscular female. She has five fingers and five toes, similar to humans, but there is slight webbing in between each finger. Her skin is the same color as her eyes, and rather than having a whole head of hair, she has tentacles, fins, and pointed ears, all her the color of her skin. Her body is covered in lean muscle and is always healthy, because she values being at her peak health so that she may always be able to help others. Her thin layer of muscle allows her to be agile and quick, especially underwater, but she is nowhere near strong. She wears very little, only letting what she wears cover the vital regions, mainly because showing skin was never a problem for her people and the less clothing, the easier it is to move. The attire she bears is related to the religious lifestyle of some Chordations.
ALLIES: Everyone

ENEMIES: No one

HOBBIES: Painting patterns (sometimes on herself), singing songs in her native language (Hmmz), reading about things she's never experienced, organizing things in her free time, and conversing with the Captain.

LIKES: Warmth, relaxation, peace, the smell of the ocean, animals, silence, and watching people.

DISLIKES: Loud noises, the cold, altercations/arguments, combat, death.

PERSONALITY: Ayta is the calm before and after the storm. She prefers to stay quiet and observe, and speak up only when it suits her or another. She enjoys helping others and solving problems, and she especially likes having relaxed conversations with her comrades. It takes her a long while to become angry, and when she does become angered she'll leave abruptly, rather than causing a fight, because of her distaste for altercations. When she is treating a patient, she is level-headed and efficient, determined to help as best she can.
HISTORY: When Lil'Ayta was young, she was teased and bullied for her calm and modest demeanor. She turned down challenges and fights, and ended up resolving more than starting them, which wasn't common for the arrogant and selfish battle Chordations. Her father disapproved of her peaceful nature, but her mother supported her, and was the only family member Ayta could grow close to. Both parents, however, fit the Chordation stereotype, and battled often with other Chordations, becoming gravely wounded in the process.

When her parents passed on, and Ayta was given to a man as a servant/slave, she took on the art of health and healing, talking to the other low-status Chordations of the city. She learned from several old Chordations about healing techniques that could be done with water, but the city limited her ability to learn more. After the man she was wed to, who called her his slave had died in a battle (she made no move to heal him), she left the city, eventually reaching the surface in search of knowledge.

A ship had landed on the planet a couple years later, after she had adapted to living on land, and she was allowed to become a passenger for several years, learning how to speak the other languages and other medicinal practices and techniques from the other planets of Sector 6-10. She only recently felt as if she had mastered the art of Medicine, and had been wandering between the planets in search of a new purpose. On the human planet Terran, she met Captain Andro, and he fascinated her, so she spoke to him about medicine and space and exploring and her origin. Not long after, she became his Second in Command on his own ship, destined to protect their Sector.
NOTES: She has a pattern of dots on her face that look sort of like freckles, but are actually some form of tattoo, and they look fluorescent when she's expressing an emotion strongly.

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-537L

Date Doc: 05/20/3005

BIRTH NAME: Lil'Ayta (no surname)
NICKNAME(S): Preferably Ayta. Hates being called Lil.
RACE: Chordation
AGE: 101
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
DATE OF BIRTH: January 20, 2904
HOMETOWN: Sipiolodae, Chordate.
BLOOD TYPE: O+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: Yzzir'ten (Deceased)
CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Second-In-Command/Head Medic
FLUENT IN: English, Hmmz, Phi, and Naun.

Powers:
- Water Manipulation: Ayta can use water for almost any purpose, as long as there's a source of it nearby. This ability allows her to use it for a healing technique she learned back on Chordate, where the patient is placed in a pod of water, their body submerged in the water while their face is above the water to allow them to breathe, and the water is moved back and forth, a lulling action that helps heal the body.
- Water Solidification: A fancy way of saying she can turn water into ice. Ayta uses this ability to freeze over wounds (the presence of water in the body allows this to remain for a small period of time) so that she can treat the wound(s) once the area is safe and cleansed.
- Enhanced Senses: She has really good hearing, but her sight is only great under the water. When on the surface, her vision is slightly impaired (she has to squint to read things sometimes, and often asks for help when reading books).
- Enhanced Agility: Sort of self-explanatory. She's a fast swimmer, runs quickly, dodges well, and can jump higher than humans can.
SKILLS:
- Medical Profession: Ayta learned how to heal others at a young age, her talent only flourishing as she grew. Her talent became more prominent as she became a woman, but it prevented her from being important to the Chordate society for a while, since she lacked combative skills. However, over time, she became an important part of the small portion of the big city, helping those who were attacked by the creatures on Chordate.
- Peacemaker: Ayta always has a level head when facing an obstacle or facing an argument. She knows what is right and wrong, and finds the two easy to distinguish, which helps her as a Second in Command. However, this attribute is also why she may be disliked, since she seems to be emotionless in her decision-making, when the truth is she just closes off her personal emotions when helping others.
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 183
EYES: Pale Blue
HAIR: Dark Turquoise/Seaweed Green
DESCRIPTION: Ayta is a tall, slender, and lightly muscular female. She has five fingers and five toes, similar to humans, but there is slight webbing in between each finger. Her skin is the same color as her eyes, and rather than having a whole head of hair, she has tentacles, fins, and pointed ears, all her the color of her skin. Her body is covered in lean muscle and is always healthy, because she values being at her peak health so that she may always be able to help others. Her thin layer of muscle allows her to be agile and quick, especially underwater, but she is nowhere near strong. She wears very little, only letting what she wears cover the vital regions, mainly because showing skin was never a problem for her people and the less clothing, the easier it is to move. The attire she bears is related to the religious lifestyle of some Chordations.
ALLIES: Everyone
ENEMIES: No one
HOBBIES: Painting patterns (sometimes on herself), singing songs in her native language (Hmmz), reading about things she's never experienced, organizing things in her free time, and conversing with the Captain.
LIKES: Warmth, relaxation, peace, the smell of the ocean, animals, silence, and watching people.
DISLIKES: Loud noises, the cold, altercations/arguments, combat, death.
PERSONALITY: Ayta is the calm before and after the storm. She prefers to stay quiet and observe, and speak up only when it suits her or another. She enjoys helping others and solving problems, and she especially likes having relaxed conversations with her comrades. It takes her a long while to become angry, and when she does become angered she'll leave abruptly, rather than causing a fight, because of her distaste for altercations. When she is treating a patient, she is level-headed and efficient, determined to help as best she can.
HISTORY: When Lil'Ayta was young, she was teased and bullied for her calm and modest demeanor. She turned down challenges and fights, and ended up resolving more than starting them, which wasn't common for the arrogant and selfish battle Chordations. Her father disapproved of her peaceful nature, but her mother supported her, and was the only family member Ayta could grow close to. Both parents, however, fit the Chordation stereotype, and battled often with other Chordations, becoming gravely wounded in the process.

When her parents passed on, and Ayta was given to a man as a servant/slave, she took on the art of health and healing, talking to the other low-status Chordations of the city. She learned from several old Chordations about healing techniques that could be done with water, but the city limited her ability to learn more. After the man she was wed to, who called her his slave had died in a battle (she made no move to heal him), she left the city, eventually reaching the surface in search of knowledge.

A ship had landed on the planet a couple years later, after she had adapted to living on land, and she was allowed to become a passenger for several years, learning how to speak the other languages and other medicinal practices and techniques from the other planets of Sector 6-10. She only recently felt as if she had mastered the art of Medicine, and had been wandering between the planets in search of a new purpose. On the human planet Terran, she met Captain Andro, and he fascinated her, so she spoke to him about medicine and space and exploring and her origin. Not long after, she became his Second in Command on his own ship, destined to protect their Sector.
NOTES: She has a pattern of dots on her face that look sort of like freckles, but are actually some form of tattoo, and they look fluorescent when she's expressing an emotion strongly.

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Imatree · May 26, 2016

CLASSIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-FASM

Date Doc: 05/23/3005

BIRTH NAME: (Required) Alex John Smith

NICKNAME(S): FASM

RACE: Human

AGE: 31

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Biosexual

DATE OF BIRTH

ct, 23, 2969 (lol 69)

HOMETOWN: Omegaton, Terran

BLOOD TYPE: AB-

FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A

CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Soldier

FLUENT IN: English

Powers: Wears a mech suit over his body, covering his identity. The mech suit can fly, has weapons like guns, grenade launchers, laser shooting, and more.

SKILLS: Hand to hand combat, firearms
HEIGHT: (Required) 7.6

WEIGHT: (Required) 126 alone with suit, 289 with suit

EYES: (Required) Brown

HAIR: (Required) White

DESCRIPTION:

This is his mech suit. Inside it, Matthew looks like

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ALLIES: N/A

ENEMIES: N/A

HOBBIES: Upgrading his amour, staring into outer space and thinking, joke around with his friends, write in his journal, and sleep.

LIKES: Fighting enemies, surprises, action, destruction, revenge stories, secrets, and betraying.

DISLIKES: Boredom, stories with happy endings, seeing people in a negative mood, romance, and songs.

PERSONALITY: Matthew is a very serious person. He's also considered a manic. He talks to himself to this person named Mr Matter. He keeps a lot of secrets, such as very personal stuff. However, he jokes every now and then. He likes revenge and betraying. Those two go in hand a lot. He really likes seeing something get destroyed so when battling, he likes to throw people into nearby objects like buildings and such. He never had a romance at all.

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HISTORY: Matthew was born on Terran. His grandparents escaped Earth in a rocket and gave birth. The birth-en became his mother. He was told about what happened on Earth. He wanted to avenge all the people who died on Earth. So he tried to join this squad, knowing a android was here. He was rejected, said he had a cursing problem. So Matthew built a mech suit. Before he finished, an out of controlled android killed his parents. He was sure they were evil, so now it's personal. Matthew came to the squad tryouts. He showed off what his suit can do.

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Blaire Wisteria · May 26, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-S129

Date Doc: 05/17/3005

BIRTH NAME: Ambrosio Guerra

NICKNAME(S): Most either refer to him by his first name, or even just Bro. You can call him Amber Rose, but only if you want him to hate you forever.

RACE: Nauvon

AGE: 26

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

DATE OF BIRTH: December 25, 2979

HOMETOWN: El Bosque Brillante, Nauvolous

BLOOD TYPE: O+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A

CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Soldier

FLUENT IN: Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese), and English.

Powers:

Cybernetic augmentations: All of his limbs have been replaced with cybernetic versions of said limbs. Sure, this may sound pretty average nowadays, but believe me, they're pretty cool. They have a very unique ability that costed Ambrosio quite a pretty penny to commission, or at least it would have if he didn't have some dirt on their creator. They have the ability to alter their appearance and functionality with just a few quick movements of his fingers and toes. Once he does that, they morph themselves into an advanced version of the limbs of the animal he resembles, the cheetah. In that form, they allow him to run on all fours close to 40 mph. They also have razor sharp retractable claws that can rend through flesh with ease. It takes about 3-4 minutes to transform leaving him open during that time. He can also expend a large amount of electricity through the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet although he rarely does this as it can short circuit his limbs.

SKILLS:

Chef: He spent a lot of time in the military dealing with awful food. This motivated him to learn how to cook great meals out of the simplest of ingredients. He takes pride in his cooking, and an insult to the food he has cooked is an insult to him.

Excellent knowledge on CQC and unarmed combat: His many years of fighting on the street and on the battlefield taught him how to bee effective in close range combat. He was never fond of guns anyways as he can't aim for shit.
HEIGHT: 6'0"

WEIGHT: 175

EYES: Burnt orange

HAIR: Dirty blonde

DESCRIPTION:

A cheetah tail hangs down from his tailbone, usually straight down with the end curled up, pointing to the sky, which actually helps him steer when he's in his cheetah like form. The man’s canine teeth are slightly more pointed and longer than the average human's and his ears are pointed as well. Several black spots dot his skin like large dark freckles. His eyes are completely burnt orange, except his solid black pupils.

The resemblance to a cheetah is more than simple physical traits. Ambrosio prefers a life of solitude and finds staying true to one partner to be quite difficult. He stays silent most of the time and prefers not to fight among the group and just walk away from confrontations, although he'll never turn down a friendly sparing match. He can be seen stalking his crew mates from the shadows from time to time though. Despite all this, he is protective over those he considers family and would be willing t die for them.
ALLIES: If you want to be close friends with him, just ask. He assumes that everyone is his friend.

ENEMIES: If you want to be enemies, just ask.

HOBBIES: Running, reading, sparring, cooking, and chillin' with his friends.

LIKES: Running, sleeping, cooking, eating, fighting, sneaking up on people and scaring them.

DISLIKES: Horrible food, downers, people who like to put others down.

PERSONALITY:

Ha, Ambrosio can be considered spastic to say the least. One minute he could be all smiles and happy goodness, and the next he'll be thrown into a spiteful rage over almost nothing, or even just break down and start crying over the littlest thing. But hey, he keeps it interesting. He is quick to anger and even quicker to calm down and apologize. Most of the time, however, he'll just sit around and stay quite, only speaking to interject in arguments and discussions he finds important. He is also very quick to grow attached to someone, especially one of the opposite sex, but will soon grow bored and move onto another person, unless that is, if he finds them interesting enough to keep around.
HISTORY: Ambrosio was born and raised in a rather nice and wealthy area of El Bosque Brillante. It was there where he spent most of his life up until one fateful night. He was around 15 when decided to venture out of his house late at night while his parents slept to experience what the world was really like. What he discovered was like a dream come true and a nightmare bursting forth all at the same time. For every smiling face, there were at least two with sadness in their eyes. During this journey, he came across a group of people standing around two men duking it out in an alleyway while the crowd cheered on and placed bets on the men. This was utterly facilitating to him. He would go home that night with a smile on his face and $50 in his pocket. He would go out almost every day after that, only betting, never participating. This went on for a good three years until just watching the fights no longer satisfied him. It was then he decided to actually participate in the fighting. Sure at the beginning he got his ass handed to him, but it didn't take long for him to start winning fights left and right. I guess watching others fight instead of doing your homework really was a better idea at the time. He became the big cashcow for all of the bookies until one night two years later when the cops showed up in the middle of one of his bouts. He was so focused that he didn't even see them getting closer and closer. One tried to pull him away, but only got a swift right hook to the chin. This would get every cop in the area on him. He fought back for a good few minutes until he was eventually overwhelmed and taken down. He was taken back to the station where his parents were called. But instead of them showing up, two men in military uniforms arrived. They said that they were interested in his skills and were willing to drop all charges on him if he were to enlist with them. It was an easy choice to make. Either he goes to prison for 10+ years or go and join the military and lame it out for four years and leave. He went with the military, I mean it's not like they would be going to war anytime soon. Sure enough they didn't and he was able to learn many new forms of fighting. They tried teaching him how to shoot a gun, but he just couldn't aim for shit He was just to fidgety for his own good. This lead to him losing his left arm in a freak training accident when an experimental handgun malfunctioned and exploded in his hand, taking his lower arm and most of his upper arm with it. The government took responsibility for he accident as they didn't mention how dangerous the gun was before giving it to him to use. They supplied him with a new cybernetic arm to make up for their actions and sent him home on an honorary discharge. It didn't take him long to realize that his new arm was far superior compared to his sad fleshy one. He then went onto using up all his fighting money to replace his limbs with cybernetic ones. He became addicted to getting cybernetic enhancements, much like someone would with tattoos and piercings. Now fresh out of money and a job, he left to go find work doing what he did best, fighting. He came across the captain on one of his job searches and reluctantly joined his crew, and the rest was history.
NOTES: He's a secret comic book nerd and keeps a stash of comics in cardboard box under his bed.

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-S129

Date Doc: 05/17/3005

BIRTH NAME: Ambrosio Guerra
NICKNAME(S): Most either refer to him by his first name, or even just Bro. You can call him Amber Rose, but only if you want him to hate you forever.
RACE: Nauvon
AGE: 26

GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DATE OF BIRTH: December 25, 2979
HOMETOWN: El Bosque Brillante, Nauvolous
BLOOD TYPE: O+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
OCCUPATION: Soldier
FLUENT IN: Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese), and English.

Powers:
Cybernetic augmentations: All of his limbs have been replaced with cybernetic versions of said limbs. Sure, this may sound pretty average nowadays, but believe me, they're pretty cool. They have a very unique ability that costed Ambrosio quite a pretty penny to commission, or at least it would have if he didn't have some dirt on their creator. They have the ability to alter their appearance and functionality with just a few quick movements of his fingers and toes. Once he does that, they morph themselves into an advanced version of the limbs of the animal he resembles, the cheetah. In that form, they allow him to run on all fours close to 40 mph. They also have razor sharp retractable claws that can rend through flesh with ease. It takes about 3-4 minutes to transform leaving him open during that time. He can also expend a large amount of electricity through the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet although he rarely does this as it can short circuit his limbs.
SKILLS:
Chef: He spent a lot of time in the military dealing with awful food. This motivated him to learn how to cook great meals out of the simplest of ingredients. He takes pride in his cooking, and an insult to the food he has cooked is an insult to him.
Excellent knowledge on CQC and unarmed combat: His many years of fighting on the street and on the battlefield taught him how to bee effective in close range combat. He was never fond of guns anyways as he can't aim for shit.
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 175
EYES: Burnt orange
HAIR: Dirty blonde
DESCRIPTION:
A cheetah tail hangs down from his tailbone, usually straight down with the end curled up, pointing to the sky, which actually helps him steer when he's in his cheetah like form. The man’s canine teeth are slightly more pointed and longer than the average human's and his ears are pointed as well. Several black spots dot his skin like large dark freckles. His eyes are completely burnt orange, except his solid black pupils.

The resemblance to a cheetah is more than simple physical traits. Ambrosio prefers a life of solitude and finds staying true to one partner to be quite difficult. He stays silent most of the time and prefers not to fight among the group and just walk away from confrontations, although he'll never turn down a friendly sparing match. He can be seen stalking his crew mates from the shadows from time to time though. Despite all this, he is protective over those he considers family and would be willing t die for them.
ALLIES: If you want to be close friends with him, just ask. He assumes that everyone is his friend.
ENEMIES: If you want to be enemies, just ask.
HOBBIES: Running, reading, sparring, cooking, and chillin' with his friends.
LIKES: Running, sleeping, cooking, eating, fighting, sneaking up on people and scaring them.
DISLIKES: Horrible food, downers, people who like to put others down.
PERSONALITY:
Ha, Ambrosio can be considered spastic to say the least. One minute he could be all smiles and happy goodness, and the next he'll be thrown into a spiteful rage over almost nothing, or even just break down and start crying over the littlest thing. But hey, he keeps it interesting. He is quick to anger and even quicker to calm down and apologize. Most of the time, however, he'll just sit around and stay quite, only speaking to interject in arguments and discussions he finds important. He is also very quick to grow attached to someone, especially one of the opposite sex, but will soon grow bored and move onto another person, unless that is, if he finds them interesting enough to keep around.
HISTORY: Ambrosio was born and raised in a rather nice and wealthy area of El Bosque Brillante. It was there where he spent most of his life up until one fateful night. He was around 15 when decided to venture out of his house late at night while his parents slept to experience what the world was really like. What he discovered was like a dream come true and a nightmare bursting forth all at the same time. For every smiling face, there were at least two with sadness in their eyes. During this journey, he came across a group of people standing around two men duking it out in an alleyway while the crowd cheered on and placed bets on the men. This was utterly facilitating to him. He would go home that night with a smile on his face and $50 in his pocket. He would go out almost every day after that, only betting, never participating. This went on for a good three years until just watching the fights no longer satisfied him. It was then he decided to actually participate in the fighting. Sure at the beginning he got his ass handed to him, but it didn't take long for him to start winning fights left and right. I guess watching others fight instead of doing your homework really was a better idea at the time. He became the big cashcow for all of the bookies until one night two years later when the cops showed up in the middle of one of his bouts. He was so focused that he didn't even see them getting closer and closer. One tried to pull him away, but only got a swift right hook to the chin. This would get every cop in the area on him. He fought back for a good few minutes until he was eventually overwhelmed and taken down. He was taken back to the station where his parents were called. But instead of them showing up, two men in military uniforms arrived. They said that they were interested in his skills and were willing to drop all charges on him if he were to enlist with them. It was an easy choice to make. Either he goes to prison for 10+ years or go and join the military and lame it out for four years and leave. He went with the military, I mean it's not like they would be going to war anytime soon. Sure enough they didn't and he was able to learn many new forms of fighting. They tried teaching him how to shoot a gun, but he just couldn't aim for shit He was just to fidgety for his own good. This lead to him losing his left arm in a freak training accident when an experimental handgun malfunctioned and exploded in his hand, taking his lower arm and most of his upper arm with it. The government took responsibility for he accident as they didn't mention how dangerous the gun was before giving it to him to use. They supplied him with a new cybernetic arm to make up for their actions and sent him home on an honorary discharge. It didn't take him long to realize that his new arm was far superior compared to his sad fleshy one. He then went onto using up all his fighting money to replace his limbs with cybernetic ones. He became addicted to getting cybernetic enhancements, much like someone would with tattoos and piercings. Now fresh out of money and a job, he left to go find work doing what he did best, fighting. He came across the captain on one of his job searches and reluctantly joined his crew, and the rest was history.
NOTES: He's a secret comic book nerd and keeps a stash of comics in cardboard box under his bed.

Code:

Elderberry · May 27, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-AS45

Date Doc: 05/11/3005

BIRTH NAME: Adonis Tanaka

NICKNAME(S): Donnie, Don

RACE: Mixed (Human/Nauvon)

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

DATE OF BIRTH: June 11 2979

HOMETOWN: Terran

BLOOD TYPE: AB+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Soldier

FLUENT IN: Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese), and English

Powers: Can use his tail like an additional hand (even able to shoot and strangle a man with the darn thing).

SKILLS:
- Weapons Specialist: Can accurately shoot a rifle equipped with scope for up to 500 meters. Carries two sidearm pistols on his person – a pulse gun with scope strapped to his right thigh, and standard revolver with iron sights hangs in his chest holster.
- Hand-to-Hand Combat: Self-trained in physical combat. Received further training when enlisted in the local militia of Terran.
- Special Ammunitions: Equipped with a heat-sensor shaped like a computer tablet that can identify enemies behind barriers. Operates within a range of 30 feet (does not detect Chordations very well, however).
HEIGHT: 5’8” (173 cm.)

WEIGHT: 139 lbs. (63 kg.)

EYES: Dark Brown

HAIR: Black

DESCRIPTION:

Monkey Boy

A monkey tail hangs from his tailbone, often curled up into a question mark, swaying side to side when excited (also serves as a natural air freshener after binging on chips and salsa, tbh). The man’s feet grew out to the larger end of the human spectrum and are hidden under long thin hairs (much to his chagrin). Likewise, the backs of his hands also grew out wispy hairs reaching down to his knuckles (puberty wasn’t easy for Adonis). He is a hairy fellow in general, but not the thick fur of a dog covers his cream complexion, his body hair boasts the thickness and texture of a balding man.

The resemblance to a great ape is more than skin deep. Adonis happens to pride himself in his expert climbing and swinging abilities (and tendency to shout over everyone in the room when excited). The strength of a great ape bursts through the swell of his biceps when he proudly raises both fists to his cheeks in a classic strongman pose. Veins sprout down his forearms like branches, and are constantly swelled with adrenaline.
ALLIES: TBD

ENEMIES: TBD

HOBBIES: Fighting. Thrill-seeking. Reading books/magazines when he can keep still for five minutes.

LIKES: Loud, exciting places. Creating a ruckus when he’s bored. The beautiful women of Chordate.

DISLIKES: Being in one place for too long. Bad attitudes. Making assumptions (and those who make them).

PERSONALITY: Adonis wears a smile like some women wear makeup – won’t leave his quarters without one. But some days he just wants to throw his rough bedsheets overhead and dissolve into the mattress – those days can be difficult. Though Adonis is forgiving of faults in others, he is prone to beating himself up over any little thing he does wrong, and will cannonball his mood from a grinning ray of sunshine to the darkest cloud in the squad. He tends to perform quite poorly when under emotional duress — once even pointing a gun on himself when pursuing a hostile. Needless to say he nearly lost an arm. A face. And whoever was standing behind him when his forefinger nearly squeezed out a 10 inch bullet.
HISTORY:

Adonis was born of a military family – for generations back the eldest child was urged to carry along the mantle and bring home a few badges from the battlefield. As luck would have it, both his mother and father decorated their sleeves with military insignia – and had a secret room hidden in the basement apparently. Two-door security even. One securing the rusty door leading into the unfinished metal and tin-walled shanty they called a basement, and another door Adonis knew only by the light that shone through the upper door’s cracks when that mysterious door opened. Of course Adonis wasn’t curious at all about what was down there. Nope. Not this guy – he snuck up behind his father nonetheless. Holding a magnifying lens around the corner as the man punched in the key code…5178901. Adonis was surprised his stupid trick actually worked, and sputtered a chuckle into his palm that drew his father’s suspicious eyes his way. Adonis was nowhere to be found.

While sitting on his bedside in deep thought, knuckles braced together upon his lap – Adonis decided it was time. Harsh as his parent’s punishments tend to be, the curiosity of what lied hidden under the floorboards gnawed him to the bone. He didn’t care if they found out. He stabbed his fingertips into that control panel like he was waking a corpse, and glanced over his shoulder to ensure his parents were still out for lunch, nowhere in sight. The door fell open before him and his socked foot slipped out from underneath him, dragging a startled monkey boy down to the bottom of the staircase. A booming bang shook through the tin walls of the basement, and in that moment Adonis was terrified to even breathe as his swollen eyes scanned the hallway above for any sign of his parents. Nothing but that rusty clock buzzing across its metal shelf.

He grabbed hold of the banister, and as his hand pushed his body up from the ground, his brow crinkled at a bright white light shining across the room, spilling out a doorframe on the right. Apparently his parents left in such haste they didn’t lock the second door. Lucky guy. Adonis’ confidence returned as a pink smile curved between his cheeks, and his slender frame was swallowed by the brightness of the light funneling down the center of the basement.

“Holy…crap…”

His eyes widened at 20 foot walls, white from top to the bottom – shelving hundreds of weapons. He knew his parents were fond of collecting guns, but this was…this was…holy crap! He glanced down at his toes – floor was white too – and only then noticed he had been walking down a slope. Deeper and deeper down into the ground. An entire selection of pulse rifles lined the far end of the room, and Adonis chased after them, long forgetting his parents would be home soon. Much as he first resisted recruitment, resisted a life of violence, when his fingertips inched over to the smooth finish of that sleek rifle sitting atop a glass stand, his pacifist ideals crumbled.

Adonis thought himself one of life’s soldiers already. A life of banging knuckles in the streets had brought nothing good, nothing but scars, bruises, and tears. It sucked being the butt of every monkey joke growing up. Oh it was funny at first, until the jokes became scathing, and when the pranksters wouldn’t let it die Adonis used his fists to quiet them. He went from being the monkey boy to being the crazy guy with red eyes that could kill. Veins sprouted across the whites of eyes, making him look drunk on his rage.

No more.

The last he needed on his plate was to feed his family’s obsession with violence. Adonis knew good and well if his parents weren’t scooped up into the military they’d be cutthroats prowling the ghettos of Tupar. He wasn’t going to give in.

Oh but when his fingerpads slid across that smooth metal finish, his teeth dug into his lips, fighting the urge to slip that hunk of metal under his arm. Adonis couldn’t resist, he swung the rifle strap over his shoulder, and raised the sights into view. About the goofiest smile stretched across his face as he rolled around the white void from imaginary enemies, diving down into cover, puckering his lips into immature explosion sound effects. It was then that the gun slipped off his shoulder, and he jumped at the sudden thud echoing across the cave of a room. He furrowed his brow when he stared down into the empty chamber, eying a note crumpled inside. He took it out: Balgar Islands. Died 2998. Summer.

He dropped the gun like he was holding a corpse – some hunters displayed heads on a wall after a kill, others put the guns of their enemies on display.

Adonis placed the gun in its proper place, and fled from the basement just in time to hear the main door creak open. Cheeks flushed and out of breath, his parents asked their son what was wrong, but he only shook his head and said he changed his mind about everything – he was going to enlist tomorrow. His parents pulled their wide-eyed son into their arms, showering him with praise, but Adonis couldn’t slow the pacing of his heart. Hell he didn’t want to end up on that wall next if he disappointed them one too many times. Scary parents just got a whole lot scarier…
NOTES: (Extra tidbits of information)

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-AS45

Date Doc: 05/11/3005

BIRTH NAME: Adonis Tanaka
NICKNAME(S): Donnie, Don
RACE: Mixed (Human/Nauvon)
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual
DATE OF BIRTH: June 11 2979
HOMETOWN: Terran
BLOOD TYPE: AB+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Soldier
FLUENT IN: Naun (Spanish), Vols (Japanese), and English

Powers: Can use his tail like an additional hand (even able to shoot and strangle a man with the darn thing).

SKILLS:
- - Weapons Specialist: Can accurately shoot a rifle equipped with scope for up to 500 meters. Carries two sidearm pistols on his person – a pulse gun with scope strapped to his right thigh, and standard revolver with iron sights hangs in his chest holster.
- - Hand-to-Hand Combat: Self-trained in physical combat. Received further training when enlisted in the local militia of Terran.
- - Special Ammunitions: Equipped with a heat-sensor shaped like a computer tablet that can identify enemies behind barriers. Operates within a range of 30 feet (does not detect Chordations very well, however).
HEIGHT: 5’8” (173 cm.)
WEIGHT: 139 lbs. (63 kg.)
EYES: Dark Brown
HAIR: Black
DESCRIPTION:

Monkey Boy

A monkey tail hangs from his tailbone, often curled up into a question mark, swaying side to side when excited (also serves as a natural air freshener after binging on chips and salsa, tbh). The man’s feet grew out to the larger end of the human spectrum and are hidden under long thin hairs (much to his chagrin). Likewise, the backs of his hands also grew out wispy hairs reaching down to his knuckles (puberty wasn’t easy for Adonis). He is a hairy fellow in general, but not the thick fur of a dog covers his cream complexion, his body hair boasts the thickness and texture of a balding man.

The resemblance to a great ape is more than skin deep. Adonis happens to pride himself in his expert climbing and swinging abilities (and tendency to shout over everyone in the room when excited). The strength of a great ape bursts through the swell of his biceps when he proudly raises both fists to his cheeks in a classic strongman pose. Veins sprout down his forearms like branches, and are constantly swelled with adrenaline.
ALLIES: TBD

ENEMIES: TBD

HOBBIES: Fighting. Thrill-seeking. Reading books/magazines when he can keep still for five minutes.

LIKES: Loud, exciting places. Creating a ruckus when he’s bored. The beautiful women of Chordate.

DISLIKES: Being in one place for too long. Bad attitudes. Making assumptions (and those who make them).

PERSONALITY: Adonis wears a smile like some women wear makeup – won’t leave his quarters without one. But some days he just wants to throw his rough bedsheets overhead and dissolve into the mattress – those days can be difficult. Though Adonis is forgiving of faults in others, he is prone to beating himself up over any little thing he does wrong, and will cannonball his mood from a grinning ray of sunshine to the darkest cloud in the squad. He tends to perform quite poorly when under emotional duress — once even pointing a gun on himself when pursuing a hostile. Needless to say he nearly lost an arm. A face. And whoever was standing behind him when his forefinger nearly squeezed out a 10 inch bullet.
HISTORY:

Adonis was born of a military family – for generations back the eldest child was urged to carry along the mantle and bring home a few badges from the battlefield. As luck would have it, both his mother and father decorated their sleeves with military insignia – and had a secret room hidden in the basement apparently. Two-door security even. One securing the rusty door leading into the unfinished metal and tin-walled shanty they called a basement, and another door Adonis knew only by the light that shone through the upper door’s cracks when that mysterious door opened. Of course Adonis wasn’t curious at all about what was down there. Nope. Not this guy – he snuck up behind his father nonetheless. Holding a magnifying lens around the corner as the man punched in the key code…5178901. Adonis was surprised his stupid trick actually worked, and sputtered a chuckle into his palm that drew his father’s suspicious eyes his way. Adonis was nowhere to be found.

While sitting on his bedside in deep thought, knuckles braced together upon his lap – Adonis decided it was time. Harsh as his parent’s punishments tend to be, the curiosity of what lied hidden under the floorboards gnawed him to the bone. He didn’t care if they found out. He stabbed his fingertips into that control panel like he was waking a corpse, and glanced over his shoulder to ensure his parents were still out for lunch, nowhere in sight. The door fell open before him and his socked foot slipped out from underneath him, dragging a startled monkey boy down to the bottom of the staircase. A booming bang shook through the tin walls of the basement, and in that moment Adonis was terrified to even breathe as his swollen eyes scanned the hallway above for any sign of his parents. Nothing but that rusty clock buzzing across its metal shelf.

He grabbed hold of the banister, and as his hand pushed his body up from the ground, his brow crinkled at a bright white light shining across the room, spilling out a doorframe on the right. Apparently his parents left in such haste they didn’t lock the second door. Lucky guy. Adonis’ confidence returned as a pink smile curved between his cheeks, and his slender frame was swallowed by the brightness of the light funneling down the center of the basement.

“Holy…crap…”

His eyes widened at 20 foot walls, white from top to the bottom – shelving hundreds of weapons. He knew his parents were fond of collecting guns, but this was…this was…holy crap! He glanced down at his toes – floor was white too – and only then noticed he had been walking down a slope. Deeper and deeper down into the ground. An entire selection of pulse rifles lined the far end of the room, and Adonis chased after them, long forgetting his parents would be home soon. Much as he first resisted recruitment, resisted a life of violence, when his fingertips inched over to the smooth finish of that sleek rifle sitting atop a glass stand, his pacifist ideals crumbled.

Adonis thought himself one of life’s soldiers already. A life of banging knuckles in the streets had brought nothing good, nothing but scars, bruises, and tears. It sucked being the butt of every monkey joke growing up. Oh it was funny at first, until the jokes became scathing, and when the pranksters wouldn’t let it die Adonis used his fists to quiet them. He went from being the monkey boy to being the crazy guy with red eyes that could kill. Veins sprouted across the whites of eyes, making him look drunk on his rage.

No more.

The last he needed on his plate was to feed his family’s obsession with violence. Adonis knew good and well if his parents weren’t scooped up into the military they’d be cutthroats prowling the ghettos of Tupar. He wasn’t going to give in.

Oh but when his fingerpads slid across that smooth metal finish, his teeth dug into his lips, fighting the urge to slip that hunk of metal under his arm. Adonis couldn’t resist, he swung the rifle strap over his shoulder, and raised the sights into view. About the goofiest smile stretched across his face as he rolled around the white void from imaginary enemies, diving down into cover, puckering his lips into immature explosion sound effects. It was then that the gun slipped off his shoulder, and he jumped at the sudden thud echoing across the cave of a room. He furrowed his brow when he stared down into the empty chamber, eying a note crumpled inside. He took it out: Balgar Islands. Died 2998. Summer.

He dropped the gun like he was holding a corpse – some hunters displayed heads on a wall after a kill, others put the guns of their enemies on display.

Adonis placed the gun in its proper place, and fled from the basement just in time to hear the main door creak open. Cheeks flushed and out of breath, his parents asked their son what was wrong, but he only shook his head and said he changed his mind about everything – he was going to enlist tomorrow. His parents pulled their wide-eyed son into their arms, showering him with praise, but Adonis couldn’t slow the pacing of his heart. Hell he didn’t want to end up on that wall next if he disappointed them one too many times. Scary parents just got a whole lot scarier…
NOTES: (Extra tidbits of information)

Code:

Anaxileah · May 27, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-PHNX

Date Doc: 05/66/3005

BIRTH NAME: Ireythalli Corvenath

NICKNAME(S): Alli, Ire

RACE: Demonic Elf

AGE: 33

GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

DATE OF BIRTH: February 18, 2972

HOMETOWN: Balgar, Phi're

BLOOD TYPE: A+

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Engineer

FLUENT IN: Phi, English

Powers:
- Fire Manipulation: Alli has the ability to manipulate fire, using it to her advantage whether it's against others in battle, or heating up specific parts of the ship so that she can work with them better or fix them with ease.
SKILLS:
- Technology/Mechanical Knowledge: Alli is known for her fiddling and tinkering with ships and other mechanical parts - how to tweak them or bend them or whatnot just comes to her naturally, allowing her to be very good at her job.
- Combative (CQC): Thanks to her tough upbringing, Alli was raised knowing how to fight and use her powers with precision and control, although her temper flares often enough to balance out her control. Nonetheless, she's talented at CQC and prefers fistfights rather than the use of weapons other than her powers.
HEIGHT: 5'7"

WEIGHT: 137 lbs.

EYES: Gold-Orange (Red when angry)

HAIR: Red-Orange (On fire when angry)

DESCRIPTION: Ire has pale, grey, skin, the color of ashes beneath a fire. Her eyes are the same color as her hair, a red-orange-gold curly color, the shade of flames (quite literally, sometimes). Her body is muscular and short for a demonic elf, being a small ball of anger and fury when irritated, but a warm and caressing figure when she's calm. She's aware of her beauty, and tends to use it to her advantage when she can, knowing that her curvy figure attracts many. However, she is often seen tinkering with mechanical parts of a ship or huddled beneath the engine, trying to fix its next problem, totally forgetting about her lovely appearance and getting grease/oil/etc. all over her.
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Phi'gora, Jaenko

ENEMIES: Ayta, TBD

HOBBIES: Tinkering, thinking out loud, playing with fire.

LIKES: Sparring, using her fire to her advantage, CQC, pranking people, and getting new 'toys' (aka mechanical things to tinker with).

DISLIKES: Reading (her fire always burns the pages ;- , boring people, "sticks in the mud," ranged fighters, water-users.

PERSONALITY: Ire is led by her emotions. She feels that her emotions are the best guidance for her, and she often speaks her mind, it just depends on whether or not she's understandable when she does. She prefers the company of females, but isn't against hanging out with the males of the crew, only because she's worked with them for a long period of time. When she's alone, she often talks to herself, muttering about the mechanics of something. When she's with others, she likes to be funny, lighthearted, and kind. Experiences outside of Phi're taught her how to be like that.
HISTORY: When Ire was born, she was raised in a proper home, just like every other Demonic Elf on Phi're. Her parents had a steady income, didn't work more than they had to, and didn't have any family events. Her parents did not love one another, and were only together based upon a decided marriage they had been forced into by their own parents. Nonetheless, the two gave birth to Ire and loved her, so they remained together for her. This made her unhappy, since they fought all the time, but that was how she accepted her life to be at that time.

As Ire grew older, she became fascinated with the ships that came and went from her planet, and how they were capable of touching the hot surface without combusting. This fascination urged her to learn more about ships, and in doing so she became immersed in ship manuals, blueprints, and materials, learning all she could on how to be a spaceship expert. Of course, as she learned more, the other Elves did not call her that, and instead called her an engineer when she became skilled at repairing some parts of the ships. Every time a ship came to visit the planet, Ire offered to look around the ship, see if she could help with anything. Since she wouldn't really take no for an answer, she would manipulate others into letting her poke around, which only occasionally backfired (some men became a tad bit too touchy).

As her knowledge of how ships worked grew, Ire became more popular in the big city, proving to be quite talented. Captain Andro had somehow heard of her talent and came to offer her a ship to work on and fiddle with whenever her heart pleased, and Ire leapt to the offer, excitement and eagerness in her eyes. Ever since she was accepted onto the ship, she figuratively lived where the engines resided, and has befriended the other demonic elf of the crew, and possibly the other people on the crew as well.
NOTES: When Ire first learned to control her fire powers, a tattoo wound its way up her body, starting from her left foot and curling around her body, covering almost every inch of her, but focused on her dominant side, the left half of her body.

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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-PHNX

Date Doc: 05/66/3005

BIRTH NAME: Ireythalli Corvenath
NICKNAME(S): Alli, Ire
RACE: Demonic Elf
AGE: 33
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
DATE OF BIRTH: February 18, 2972
HOMETOWN: Balgar, Phi're
BLOOD TYPE: A+
FAMILY:

SPOUSE: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A

OCCUPATION: Engineer
FLUENT IN: Phi, English

Powers:
- Fire Manipulation: Alli has the ability to manipulate fire, using it to her advantage whether it's against others in battle, or heating up specific parts of the ship so that she can work with them better or fix them with ease.
SKILLS:
- Technology/Mechanical Knowledge: Alli is known for her fiddling and tinkering with ships and other mechanical parts - how to tweak them or bend them or whatnot just comes to her naturally, allowing her to be very good at her job.
- Combative (CQC): Thanks to her tough upbringing, Alli was raised knowing how to fight and use her powers with precision and control, although her temper flares often enough to balance out her control. Nonetheless, she's talented at CQC and prefers fistfights rather than the use of weapons other than her powers.
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 137 lbs.
EYES: Gold-Orange (Red when angry)
HAIR: Red-Orange (On fire when angry)
DESCRIPTION: Ire has pale, grey, skin, the color of ashes beneath a fire. Her eyes are the same color as her hair, a red-orange-gold curly color, the shade of flames (quite literally, sometimes). Her body is muscular and short for a demonic elf, being a small ball of anger and fury when irritated, but a warm and caressing figure when she's calm. She's aware of her beauty, and tends to use it to her advantage when she can, knowing that her curvy figure attracts many. However, she is often seen tinkering with mechanical parts of a ship or huddled beneath the engine, trying to fix its next problem, totally forgetting about her lovely appearance and getting grease/oil/etc. all over her.

[img=http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/152/b/3/space_suit_concept_by_palaciosni-d67glo1.jpg]
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Phi'gora, Jaenko
ENEMIES: Ayta, TBD
HOBBIES: Tinkering, thinking out loud, playing with fire.
LIKES: Sparring, using her fire to her advantage, CQC, pranking people, and getting new 'toys' (aka mechanical things to tinker with).
DISLIKES: Reading (her fire always burns the pages ;- , boring people, "sticks in the mud," ranged fighters, water-users.
PERSONALITY: Ire is led by her emotions. She feels that her emotions are the best guidance for her, and she often speaks her mind, it just depends on whether or not she's understandable when she does. She prefers the company of females, but isn't against hanging out with the males of the crew, only because she's worked with them for a long period of time. When she's alone, she often talks to herself, muttering about the mechanics of something. When she's with others, she likes to be funny, lighthearted, and kind. Experiences outside of Phi're taught her how to be like that.
HISTORY: When Ire was born, she was raised in a proper home, just like every other Demonic Elf on Phi're. Her parents had a steady income, didn't work more than they had to, and didn't have any family events. Her parents did not love one another, and were only together based upon a decided marriage they had been forced into by their own parents. Nonetheless, the two gave birth to Ire and loved her, so they remained together for her. This made her unhappy, since they fought all the time, but that was how she accepted her life to be at that time.

As Ire grew older, she became fascinated with the ships that came and went from her planet, and how they were capable of touching the hot surface without combusting. This fascination urged her to learn more about ships, and in doing so she became immersed in ship manuals, blueprints, and materials, learning all she could on how to be a spaceship expert. Of course, as she learned more, the other Elves did not call her that, and instead called her an engineer when she became skilled at repairing some parts of the ships. Every time a ship came to visit the planet, Ire offered to look around the ship, see if she could help with anything. Since she wouldn't really take no for an answer, she would manipulate others into letting her poke around, which only occasionally backfired (some men became a tad bit too touchy).

As her knowledge of how ships worked grew, Ire became more popular in the big city, proving to be quite talented. Captain Andro had somehow heard of her talent and came to offer her a ship to work on and fiddle with whenever her heart pleased, and Ire leapt to the offer, excitement and eagerness in her eyes. Ever since she was accepted onto the ship, she figuratively lived where the engines resided, and has befriended the other demonic elf of the crew, and possibly the other people on the crew as well.
NOTES: When Ire first learned to control her fire powers, a tattoo wound its way up her body, starting from her left foot and curling around her body, covering almost every inch of her, but focused on her dominant side, the left half of her body.

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Susanoo · Jun 4, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-8876

Date Doc: 06/03/3005

BIRTH NAME: Shinjo Keishishimi

NICKNAME(S): Glasses-San, Kei, Shi-chan

RACE: Human

AGE: 19

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

DATE OF BIRTH: June 1st 2938

HOMETOWN: Nauvolous | El Bosque Brillante

BLOOD TYPE: O-

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Engineer

FLUENT IN: Vols (Japanese) and English

Powers: N/A

SKILLS:

Mechanical Engineer - He’s highly intelligent, and has the skill to build, and repair almost anything, but sometimes fails due to not always testing to see if it functions properly, or work. But he is quite known for his successful inventions throughout the years of working for other organizations.

Maintenance Engineer - As far as things can go he can also build certain weapons that can fit his team needs rather it be armor, guns you name it. He can also whip up some tools that can get done quickly, and professionally. This field he never fails.

Hand To Hand - Shinjo was raised in a wealthy family filled with fighters who was trained in various fields of combat such as martial arts, muay thai, kickboxing,ji-jitsu, etc. Though the only two fields that he’s more reasonable in, is ji-jitsu and Taekwondo.
HEIGHT: 6'2''

WEIGHT: 150.8 lbs

EYES: Golden Brown

HAIR: Blonde

DESCRIPTION:

Shinjo Is pretty tall for a teenager standing at 188.3cm tall, very scary when it comes to shorties huh? Shinjo also has Golden-Brown eyes, and short blonde hair, and thin eyebrows. To finish it off he wears black glasses, a long sleeve white shirt with 俊敏 in the middle, below it is a black thin line, and under it says intelligent. The symbol on his black skinny jogging pants which is placed on the left side of his waste.
ALLIES: Andro ;P

ENEMIES: TBA

HOBBIES: In his spare time shinjo likes to sleep, or just fix things up for later use if he’s bored, he often works-out, and does extra work on the side. He rarely does enjoyable things besides hanging out with his friends on in his hometown.

LIKES: Science | Meat | Sweets

DISLIKES: Annoyance | Uselessness | Broken Things

PERSONALITY:

Shinjo is sometimes seen as a careless person, and cares about his safety instead of the safety of others, but is sometimes forced to do what he doesn’t wish to do. He has a liking of inventing things that fits his needs and his comrades. He hates getting annoyed, and irritated even by the smallest things, and also blames others for his actions.

Shinjo is an individual worker when it comes to building things, and loves peace, and quiet so he can get things done quickly, and in a professional manner.
HISTORY:

Example Required Length:

Shinjo Keishishimi is born and raised in Nauvolous a place with lots of things to look into, and things to get out of. As a little kid Shinjo grown a liking to science, he was very dominant in that field and always passes that class each year all the way up to high-school. Shinjo was known as the perfect child, he himself always seeks perfection, but he was reminded that not everything is perfect in this world.

He knew that this was true, and tend to fix that problem by doing the things he need to do, and fix what causes the world to be imperfect. He dislikes seeing things fail, and gets irritated by this so, he tries, and tries in order to get the things right. During his teenage years he was offered to join sector 6-10 he was quite puzzled by this invite, though sat that aside and thought about his options.

It was quite troublesome to him as he was still focused on other things in his homeland then messing with military crap, so he sat that aside until he found out their was a wide range of opportunities if he would join. He complained by his choices and decided to go ahead, and join whatever this group of people may be.
NOTES: N/A

Alstromeria · Jun 4, 2016

Pre-metamorphosis:

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-8644

Date Doc: 09/21/3010

BIRTH NAME: Graffink Klapleshh

NICKNAME(S): Graff

RACE: Nauvon (Mantis Bred)

AGE: 48

GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Cannabalistic

DATE OF BIRTH: April 14, 2957

HOMETOWN: Dark Mantis Grove, Nauvolous

BLOOD TYPE: B+

FAMILY:

FATHER: Graffink (deceased)

MOTHER: Klapleshh

SPOUSE: Miklio (deceased)

CHILDREN: Unidentified

OCCUPATION: Soldier

FLUENT IN: Vols (Japanese) and (enough) English, as well as insectisoid communication.

Powers: -INSECTISOID COMMUNICATION: Graffink has the ability to communicate with insects, and other insectisoid animals, as well as understand them. This comes in handy during combat and recon missions, as while a giant mantis creature might not be overlooked, small insects are completely ignored.

SKILLS:

-UNREAL SPEED AND REFLEXES: Graffink can move very fast. Very very fast. Her multi-fragmented eyes see everyting, and she has exeptional reflexes and depth perception. Like most mantis, the fastest part of her anatomy is her striking arm, which can attack and retract in 30-50 one thousandths of a second. Given that the blade itself weighs a good 10lbs (4.5kg), Graffink has the ability to smash/cut through many layers of solid metal in a single blow.
HEIGHT: 8'5''

LENGTH: 4'11''

WEIGHT: 285lbs, 129.3kg

EYES: Fragmented, Blue

HAIR: N/A

DESCRIPTION:

-Large plates of armor on shoulders, elbows, chest, head, and back, green/yellow color

-Thin spikes up back, on shoulders, forearms, thighs, back of calves

-Large mandibles situated in front of head

-Antennas start in back of head, extend 2'

-Large, plated abdomen, extends 4'11'' back

-Small, fragmented eyes

-Three clawed fingers on each hand, no toes

-Natural weapon on left forearm, striking blade
ALLIES: N/A

ENEMIES: (Talk to me)

HOBBIES:

-Flying spacecraft

-Stalking prey

-Protecting territorry

LIKES:

-Clicking her mandibles

-Spaceships

-Enclosed spaces

-Meat

DISLIKES:

-Worms

-Squirmy things

-Prey that doesn't fight back

-Dishonor

PERSONALITY:

Graffink is a large, dangerous, and ruthless individual. She does however take grat pride in her appearance, and is a very vain individual. Graffink has an enormous ego, and would rather suffer than appear to others as weak. This "every man for themselves" attitude has gotten her in a bit of trouble every once in awhile, but 'trouble' is usually solved by slicing it open, in her case. Given this, Graffink is a very rash individual, and has a hard time seeing things from other points of view. Sometimes, she's considered psycopathic, but in reality Graffink is just an intensely primal being.
HISTORY:

Born in the deepest parts of Mantis Grove, Graffink Klapleshh had a harder upbringing than most other mantis of nauvon origin, being that in her particular region of childhood, the mantis are not one of the worst creatures you can run into. Mantis have quite a different culture than the other nauvons, and do not raise their own young. Instead, when the female mantis lay their eggs in the carcass of whatever unfortunate individual they come across, usually the father, and leave. The mantis younglings hatch on their own, and are left to fight over whatever remains to eat of the carcass they're hatched in, as well as their own siblings. Given this fact, usually only the few oldest mantis survive.

This is not the case in the account of Graffink Klaplesh. She was one of the last mantis younglings that hatched, and thus her chances of survival were slim. However, instead of simply giving up and dying, she immediately struck out against one of the older siblings who had claimed the right to eat any of the newly hatched. She killed the mantis in a single blow, but it didn't stop there. Graffink then proceeded to slaughter all of the other mantis younglings in her general viscinity, and those who didn't flee became her nourishment for the next couple of days.

Graffink's metamorphisis was abnormal. She grew at an alarming rate, developing features mantis normally don't have until they are 50, and quickly established a large area she considered her territory. From her den, there was a radius of 600 meters that none other of her kind dared venture into. Even to the larger, more formidable wildlife, Graffink's warning screeches and hunting calls became a certain sign of death. Nonetheless, she did manage to attract a mate at age 30, and once done with the bloody ritual mantis consider love, Graffink decided it was time to die. Laying her eggs in the half-eaten corpse of her mate, she headed to the area with the most commotion she was aware of: A nearby spaceport.

As hard as it is to believe, a creature that weighs nearly 300 pounds and is nigh 9 foot in height can move rather stealthily. Graffink hid aboard a ship, and waited for the right time to strike. Once the moment came, she slaughtered the crew, and was dissapointed that they hadn't put up more of a fight. Attempting to leave the ship, Graffink realized that this was not possible. The ship had jumped out of orbit and into space.

Being a curious and cautious creature before being a violent and destructive one, Graffink took a few looks around. The machines on board had strange markings, and made strange noises, but none that she could understand. Putting the idea of death out of her head for the timebeing, Graffink began trying to decipher exactly what it meant. Graffink listened to the hyperdrive and the mechanical systems, learning their "language". She gained a large understanding of how the ship worked, and even learned to be fluent in Vols to read the ships systems and manual. Graffink did pick up some english on the way, but just enough to understand general concepts.

After picking clean the bones of the deceased crew, Graffink realized what this meant. She had a ship. A ship that could move places. Quite alot of places. And in quite alot of areas. Quite fast. She could operate said ship. Holy hell, with such power, she could become the mantis with the most territory in history. She would be the most feared hunter in the galaxy! Graffink clicked her mandibles excitedly, and began doing what she did best, hunting other ships, and murdering their crews.

For 18 years, Graffink was quite infamous, and only recognizable by her ship, and the carnage she wreaked upon her victims. A bounty was set on her ship, and eventually, she was overwhlemed by a whole squadron of pirates, hungry for the millions of currency credits the bounty was worth on her head. Graffink's ship did not survive, but she did, launching herself in an escape pod with a cryosleep generator and an active distress beacon. For quite a long time, she has drifted through multiple sectors and across multiple star systems. That is, until now...
NOTES:

-Mantis females eat their mates after intercourse

-Graffink's blade can grow back if it is damaged

-Her blue eyes are a rare mutation, mantis's eyes are usually red

-Capable mechanic and knowledgable in moving machinery

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Pre-metamorphosis:
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VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-8644

Date Doc: 09/21/3010

BIRTH NAME: Graffink Klapleshh
NICKNAME(S): Graff
RACE: Nauvon (Mantis Bred)
AGE: 48
GENDER: Female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Cannabalistic
DATE OF BIRTH: April 14, 2957
HOMETOWN: Dark Mantis Grove, Nauvolous
BLOOD TYPE: B+
FAMILY:

FATHER: Graffink (deceased)
MOTHER: Klapleshh
SPOUSE: Miklio (deceased)
CHILDREN: Unidentified

OCCUPATION: Soldier
FLUENT IN: Vols (Japanese) and (enough) English, as well as insectisoid communication.

Powers: -INSECTISOID COMMUNICATION: Graffink has the ability to communicate with insects, and other insectisoid animals, as well as understand them. This comes in handy during combat and recon missions, as while a giant mantis creature might not be overlooked, small insects are completely ignored.
SKILLS:
-UNREAL SPEED AND REFLEXES: Graffink can move very fast. Very very fast. Her multi-fragmented eyes see everyting, and she has exeptional reflexes and depth perception. Like most mantis, the fastest part of her anatomy is her striking arm, which can attack and retract in 30-50 one thousandths of a second. Given that the blade itself weighs a good 10lbs (4.5kg), Graffink has the ability to smash/cut through many layers of solid metal in a single blow.
HEIGHT: 8'5''
LENGTH: 4'11''
WEIGHT: 285lbs, 129.3kg
EYES: Fragmented, Blue
HAIR: N/A
DESCRIPTION:
-Large plates of armor on shoulders, elbows, chest, head, and back, green/yellow color
-Thin spikes up back, on shoulders, forearms, thighs, back of calves
-Large mandibles situated in front of head
-Antennas start in back of head, extend 2'
-Large, plated abdomen, extends 4'11'' back
-Small, fragmented eyes
-Three clawed fingers on each hand, no toes
-Natural weapon on left forearm, striking blade
ALLIES: N/A
ENEMIES: (Talk to me)
HOBBIES:
-Flying spacecraft
-Stalking prey
-Protecting territorry
LIKES:
-Clicking her mandibles
-Spaceships
-Enclosed spaces
-Meat
DISLIKES:
-Worms
-Squirmy things
-Prey that doesn't fight back
-Dishonor
PERSONALITY:

Graffink is a large, dangerous, and ruthless individual. She does however take grat pride in her appearance, and is a very vain individual. Graffink has an enormous ego, and would rather suffer than appear to others as weak. This "every man for themselves" attitude has gotten her in a bit of trouble every once in awhile, but 'trouble' is usually solved by slicing it open, in her case. Given this, Graffink is a very rash individual, and has a hard time seeing things from other points of view. Sometimes, she's considered psycopathic, but in reality Graffink is just an intensely primal being.
HISTORY:
Born in the deepest parts of Mantis Grove, Graffink Klapleshh had a harder upbringing than most other mantis of nauvon origin, being that in her particular region of childhood, the mantis are not one of the worst creatures you can run into. Mantis have quite a different culture than the other nauvons, and do not raise their own young. Instead, when the female mantis lay their eggs in the carcass of whatever unfortunate individual they come across, usually the father, and leave. The mantis younglings hatch on their own, and are left to fight over whatever remains to eat of the carcass they're hatched in, as well as their own siblings. Given this fact, usually only the few oldest mantis survive.

This is not the case in the account of Graffink Klaplesh. She was one of the last mantis younglings that hatched, and thus her chances of survival were slim. However, instead of simply giving up and dying, she immediately struck out against one of the older siblings who had claimed the right to eat any of the newly hatched. She killed the mantis in a single blow, but it didn't stop there. Graffink then proceeded to slaughter all of the other mantis younglings in her general viscinity, and those who didn't flee became her nourishment for the next couple of days.

Graffink's metamorphisis was abnormal. She grew at an alarming rate, developing features mantis normally don't have until they are 50, and quickly established a large area she considered her territory. From her den, there was a radius of 600 meters that none other of her kind dared venture into. Even to the larger, more formidable wildlife, Graffink's warning screeches and hunting calls became a certain sign of death. Nonetheless, she did manage to attract a mate at age 30, and once done with the bloody ritual mantis consider love, Graffink decided it was time to die. Laying her eggs in the half-eaten corpse of her mate, she headed to the area with the most commotion she was aware of: A nearby spaceport.

As hard as it is to believe, a creature that weighs nearly 300 pounds and is nigh 9 foot in height can move rather stealthily. Graffink hid aboard a ship, and waited for the right time to strike. Once the moment came, she slaughtered the crew, and was dissapointed that they hadn't put up more of a fight. Attempting to leave the ship, Graffink realized that this was not possible. The ship had jumped out of orbit and into space.

Being a curious and cautious creature before being a violent and destructive one, Graffink took a few looks around. The machines on board had strange markings, and made strange noises, but none that she could understand. Putting the idea of death out of her head for the timebeing, Graffink began trying to decipher exactly what it meant. Graffink listened to the hyperdrive and the mechanical systems, learning their "language". She gained a large understanding of how the ship worked, and even learned to be fluent in Vols to read the ships systems and manual. Graffink did pick up some english on the way, but just enough to understand general concepts.

After picking clean the bones of the deceased crew, Graffink realized what this meant. She had a ship. A ship that could move places. Quite alot of places. And in quite alot of areas. Quite fast. She could operate said ship. Holy hell, with such power, she could become the mantis with the most territory in history. She would be the most feared hunter in the galaxy! Graffink clicked her mandibles excitedly, and began doing what she did best, hunting other ships, and murdering their crews.

For 18 years, Graffink was quite infamous, and only recognizable by her ship, and the carnage she wreaked upon her victims. A bounty was set on her ship, and eventually, she was overwhlemed by a whole squadron of pirates, hungry for the millions of currency credits the bounty was worth on her head. Graffink's ship did not survive, but she did, launching herself in an escape pod with a cryosleep generator and an active distress beacon. For quite a long time, she has drifted through multiple sectors and across multiple star systems. That is, until now...
NOTES:
-Mantis females eat their mates after intercourse
-Graffink's blade can grow back if it is damaged
-Her blue eyes are a rare mutation, mantis's eyes are usually red
-Capable mechanic and knowledgable in moving machinery

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Irina Peltavaskiy · Jun 9, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-MQRT

Date Doc: 05/22/3005

BIRTH NAME: Irina Wranzumin

NICKNAME(S): N/A

RACE: Nauvon

AGE: 27

GENDER: Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual

DATE OF BIRTH: 02/22/2978

HOMETOWN: Undisclosed, Nauvolous

BLOOD TYPE: O Pos

FAMILY:

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

N/A

OCCUPATION: Soldier.

FLUENT IN: Naun and English

POWERS:
- Huntress' vision; Allows her to Cycle between Polarised, Regular, IR and UV vision for any amount of time and on command. This shortens her sight to around 150 meters and makers her vulnerable to bright and quickly blinking lights.
SKILLS:
- Extremely sensitive hearing, allows extreme hearing, however it causes pain to the listener if overloaded.
- Sensitive to vibrations, allowing her to effectively sense incoming objects or sounds when deafened or blinded, however like with hearing this is easily over stimulated.
- A killer punch. The punch accelerates the same speed as a .22 caliber bullet, allowing for extremely deadly hand to hand combat situations, no true drawbacks.
HEIGHT: 5'4

WEIGHT: 152 IBs

EYES: Purple

HAIR: Dirt Blonde

DESCRIPTION: She's an extremely muscled girl, bodied toned from unrelenting physical programs and an enjoyment for outdoors activities. Her skin is tanned and hands calloused to a rough leather surface, her eyes while inquisitive are almost always at a slight squint from squinting her eyes away from the sun. She can almost always be seen wearing sunglasses or a boonie hat to prevent eyesight damage. When she walks there's a slight limp on her left leg due to a previous injury (See History). Despite the limp she can accelerate and maintain incredible speeds. A scar extends from her lower left eye socket, extending across her face down to the middle of her lip, breaking across the bottom lip and continuing underneath, stopping at the bottom right point of her chin. While being a muscular woman she maintains her feminine qualities, albeit at a lesser than average level. Her hair is almost always in a pony-tail unless sleeping. (Not in the picture) Her ears resemble that of a lynx and blend in with her hair, making them appear barely noticeable when flattened, however it is given away by her cat-like iris' and three whiskers on each-side of her nose.
ALLIES:

ENEMIES:

HOBBIES: Fencing, History (reading about or learning about)

LIKES: Chewing gum, sports, reading.

DISLIKES: Stupid questions, people that blatantly lie, cherry pies.

PERSONALITY:

A gruff woman, Irina shares her feelings with very few and sets up a facade of a 'rough, tough, lean, mean, killing machine' to fool both enemies and friends alike into respect, if this fails she uses her imposing features to frighten people into respect. Easy to be upset she will almost never raise a fist until struck or threatened, but will instigate an

opponent so they do strike first. Despite all this, if being talked to about an extremely important matter or if her job or position are in question she will more than likely break down into a crying state. She can usually choke back the sobs and keep her tears hidden though. Once someone knows her she will become friendly, if you don't know her but she wants to know you, be prepared for lame and highly inappropriate jokes.
HISTORY:

Irina was born to a relatively poor family in the rural countryside, but attended school in the city with her two brothers. Early in her life she was working in the fields to help her father and brothers. Their mother was constantly ailed and suffered from cancer, dying before Irina had even turned seven. From there her brother and father raised her, exactly like a boy child would be brought up, and as soon as she began to hit puberty she realized she felt nothing for men but rather for women.

While her brother and father provided to be adequate family, Irina always acted a tad bit rebellious, even though she never was caught and all the adults believed her to be an angel, she would strike out in ways that couldn't be traced back, excelling in infiltration, burglary and spreading malicious rumors. However while she was running from the local law one day after being seen spray painting vulgar content onto the school's back wall she tumbled off a steep rock edge and broke her femur in 4 different places, causing a permanent limp. Afterwards everyone no longer looked at her as that angel, and she wanted nothing more than to restore said 'angel-ship'.

When it was her nineteenth birthday she had told her father she'd be trying for the police academy. She attended try-outs and passed with flying colors. Fast forward several weeks. A day before her graduation she received in the mail; two letters. One, she was already being looked at by a large private security firm for employment. Two, her father had died in an explosion on the farm. This caused her to further lock herself up from feelings. This spell was broken her twenty first year of life, when she began dating someone she believed she would marry. After a hop, a skip and a heartbreak she went back to her reclusive ways. During a entanglement with an intruder into her household she was assaulted, causing the large scar on her face.
NOTES: Don't ask about cherry pies. Extremely frugal. Don't stare at the Scar.

CarpeNoctem1213 · Jul 25, 2016

VERIFIED

Doc #: SEC6-10S-1409

Date Doc: 05/12/3005

BIRTH NAME: Atsutane Kobe

NICKNAME(S): Kobe, Tane

RACE: Nauvon

AGE: 25

GENDER: Male

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

DATE OF BIRTH: January 12, 2980

HOMETOWN: Kamiyama, Nauvolous

BLOOD TYPE: B+

FAMILY:

MOTHER:

Yusuke Kobe

FATHER:

Hachiro Kobe

SPOUSE:

N/A

CHILDREN:

Hina, daughter, Age: 10

OCCUPATION: Engineer

FLUENT IN: English, Naun, Vols

Powers:

-TECHNOKINESIS: Atsutane has cybernetic brain augmentation that allows him to scan and manipulate technology to repair, damage, or otherwise alter the hardware. If he's working with new or extremely complicated technology it takes time for him to scan it, however. Depending on the complexity, this could take anything from a few minutes to several hours to complete. He couldn't manipulate a super computer on the fly, for example.

-FLIGHT: His powerful Nauvon wings give him the ability to fly up to 28 mph as well as glide long distances or increase jumping distance.

SKILLS:

-CYBERWARFARE: He's exceptionally skilled at breaking through firewalls and other computer security to reach the files inside or to upload viruses and take down systems. He can break into enemy ship's systems to gain access to crew dossiers or shut down important systems like artificial gravity or air.

-PROGRAMMING: He is able to create rather complex programs that can be an asset or liability, depending on what the program is needed for. He can make encryption codes and security programs that protect data better than standard cybersecurity as well as programs that can slip into others' systems and erase/download important data.

-HANDGUN TRAINING: He was trained by a few of the black market trading groups he traveled with in the use of small arms like pistols and small submachine guns.
HEIGHT: 6'3"

WEIGHT: 193 lbs

EYES: Icy blue

HAIR: Black

DESCRIPTION: Astutane has a pair of glossy, black feathered wings that protrude from his shoulder blades. These wings can reach a span of 10 feet, but he can pull them tightly to his body so they don't get in the way. His right arm is entirely cybernetic, made of a silver magnesium alloy that is extremely strong but lightweight. The arm has pale blue lights that glow in grooves where the joints meet and a built in holoprojector for communication or on-the-go hacking.
ALLIES: Captain Andro, Ire

ENEMIES: None

HOBBIES: Tinkering with computers, gaming, listening to music, and travelling.

LIKES: Flying, his daughter, hanging out with friends, hacking, challenges, and clubs.

DISLIKES: Being in one place too long, people who don't respect technology, having too many rules, and avocados

PERSONALITY: Atsutane is a pretty laid-back and care-free individual. He doesn't hold back his sarcasm most of the time and his filter doesn't really exist, even in places it really should. He can act pretty indifferent some of the time, especially when he's engrossed in a project, but his funloving demeanor does pop up pretty easily if you bring up a subject he's interested in. He has a problem with sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and asking too many questions. He's also very messy, his quarters and workspace are usually strewn with various snack containers or mechanical parts of varying make and in random stages of deconstruction or reconstruction.
HISTORY:

Astutane was born on Nauvolous in a city called Kamiyama high in the mountains. Kamiyama is well known for it's technological exports and Atsutane's parents were fairly successful programmers. His passion for technology became obvious from a young age and he soaked up everything he could learn about it, and his parents encouraged him, even bringing him along to work sometimes after he reached his teenage years. At 15, he got his girlfriend pregnant and she had his daughter, Hina. He tried to avoid the responsibility at first, but infant nauvon grew on him and he became devoted to her, even taking less than legal work on ships going off-world in order to support her.

At the age of 22, Atsutane was working on a black market ship as a programmer and hacker when the ship was attacked. He was injured in an explosion and was carried to an escape pod by a fellow crew member. He sustained severe head injuries, lost his right arm, was returned home in a coma. It was unclear whether he would wake up again, but his parents decided to use a new cybernetic design they'd been working on to see if they could revive him. After a few weeks of surgeries and over a year's recovery, the cybernetics worked and his brain seemed to adjust to them rather well, but not long after they discovered an unusual side effect in the form of his new ability to manipulate technology with his mind.

He remained with his parents and his daughter for another couple of years to make sure he fully recovered before returning to travelling work, this time of a more legal status. Despite his past with the law, he was offered a job with Sector 6-10 Squad as an engineer and accepted, happy to have something that will finally make his parents and his daughter proud.
NOTES: He has a tattoo of a blue hexagon design over the top half of his back

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