Futuristic Space.Criminals (Characters)

[Moldie]

This is the character thread for the RP Space.Crime.

Character sheet -

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Age:

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Backstory:

Personality:

Appearance:

Specialty: (Optional)

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(Add whatever you feel is necissery)

 

[Moldie]

(FIRST DRAFT - Changed might be made)

Hana Dalton
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Age: 23

Gender: Female

Position: Robotics Expert

Backstory: Hana grew up in the imperial suburbs, where she lived with her older brother and parents who all worked in a nearby Octahedron robotics facility (Robotic Manufacturer). Hana however, wasn’t about that life. During her teenage years she’d spend time in a nearby junkyard with her other dropout friends. They’d do things like cook moonshine out of an old fuel tank and tinker with all sorts of vehicles. She learned a lot, and soon she gained an interest in robotics. After building a few of her own, she entered a local competition which she won by far. With that certificate she was able to apply into the Joyce Institute of Contemporary Robotics. The entrance exam went smooth, and she was commended into the 4 year course. Hana wasn’t used to the life of a top of the line school, neither the condescending looks of “superior” union members who dominated the school. To them she was nothing but another factory imp. She did a single year before stealing some books and dropping out.

She found she worked better on her own conditions, and as she moved into the city she instantaneously found black work. Lots of it. But outside her career there was a project she never really let go of, she wanted to cybernetically connect a wireless drone to her brain.

Personality: A few of Hanas more obvious traits are things like her limited temper, mild narcissistic behaviour and her self sufficiency/reliance. Some might see her as nothing more but grumpy and cold, but she has that imperial spirit in many senses. She cares for her people, and resent the unions oppression.

Appearance: Hana is on the taller side, with an appropriate weight to fit her height. Her skin is quite light, and her hair is bleached white with a pronounced black growth at it’s base. It reaches about halfway down her neck and is quite puffy/wavy and slightly frayed. Other facial details include her lamp black eyes and nose septum. Her arms are sleeved with immaculate tattooing, as well as a large tattooed “11” on her back. Although she wears gloves used for working most of the time, her hands are scarred all stained all over from working. A more pronounced scarring are the chemical burns she has on the side of her neck as well as chest. She got them due to a robotics battery erupting while she was working on it.

She’s has quite the fashion interest, not only because of a general need to look got but also to fit in with the population of the inner city underground. As an extension of this she also indulges in the nightlife the underground offers.

Skills/Proficiencies: Robotics, Coding, Street smart, Engineering, Physics, Chemistry, Math, Basic biology, Computer science

Assets/Inventory: Hana owns a run down apartment in the eastern central of Leoton, where she does most of her handywork. It’s littered with robotics parts and other failed attempts generated by her tinkering.
She doesn’t own any weapons, except for s small switchblade. Neither does she own a vehicle although she knows how to drive.

Trivia: Avid smoker, prefers the Blubberback brand.
Mostly listens to funky rock music, works more efficiently with it around her.
Hana’s into psychedelics, many forms of it. She also likes a few other lightweight substances.

 

[Fletchawk]

Name:
Levy "Rayva" Ichard

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Backstory:
Though Rayva wasn't born in Leoton, she might as well of been, given that she'd lived nearly all of her life in it's slums. To say it was a 'colorful' life would be a massive understatement while not entirely wrong either, though these colors would be of blood, depravity, desperation, and many other unsightly shades. Parents were never a part of the painting that is her life, so she found out early and often what happens when you grow up without a guiding hand. Rayva's stokes were subdued and restricted, being only allowed to please those that chained her. It was a life that never felt right to her and she longed for the freedom to create her own. The day came when she would free herself from the chains that bound her, but came at a cost, as part of herself was left behind. This resulted in a search for a new medium, a new perspective, a different way of expression. It took years before the wounds scarred over, but she learned that trying to cover the colors of her past only resulted in a shitty stain upon her painting that continued to bleed into her soul. It was ruined, although Rayva would be the only one to paint on her life from now on.

Personality:
Rayva is a brutal person. Her abuse as a child has made her into the sarcastic, bloodthirsty, and ruthless person that people see today. In order to never feel powerless again, Reyva is extremely driven to become powerful and is willing to obtain it by any means necessary. This is typically usually though violence or the threat of it and is Rayva go-to reaction as she seems to be perpetually in ill-humor. While in combat, Rayva is particularly cold-blooded and is consumed almost entirely by her instincts.

Spoiler: Appearance

Specialty:
Vanguard/Combat

Skills/Proficiencies:
Instinctual Combat - Due to the environment she grew up in, and a combination uncanny hand-eye coordination and almost inhuman reflexes, Rayva's combat abilities are mostly based on instinct and has been proven by trial by fire numerous times. Ruthless and quick in execution, there are few people that prove a match for Rayva. Fewer still actually surpass her.

Agility - Having to avoid authorities and fights where she'd bitten off more than she can chew, Rayva's body had adapted to be lean, flexible and deceptively strong. Mixed with a good sense of balance and a knack for situational awareness, albeit marked, her gracefully body seems at odds with the personality it holds.

Intuitive Aptitude - Rayva isn't what comes to mind when people think of intelligence and rightfully so. She does pick up physical skills alarmingly fast and this also applies to weapons. Her intuition allows her to get a 'read' from people which telegraphs their intent and movements to her.

Assets/Inventory:
Cybernetic muscle implants -This is clearly visible on her left arm as it replaces the majority of her arm.
PL-SKN Handgun - While aged, this .45 caliber chambered handgun is one of the few items that Rayva has an attachment to.
Cigarettes - An item that Rayva always seems to have on her body.

 

[CerpinTaxt]

Atlas Turing​

• INFO
• INTERVIEW A
• REMAINING INFORMATION
• GEAR/SKILLS
• MISC

• 
  
  NAME: Atlas Turing
  
  AGE: 25
  
  GENDER: MALE
  
• 
  
  
  BACKSTORY:
  
  [13:05:02] Detective Herrington: This is Herrington, beginning the interview of Detaine 2391-5, formally known as Johnson Phillips, the former head of the now defunct 'SJM Cartel'. Please lean into the microphone so we may insure that your voice can be recorded.
  
  [A few moments pass before the rattling of chains and metal scraping against a tile floor is heard.]
  
  [13:05:08] Detainee 2391-5: Testing. Dickhead.
  
  [13:05:10] Detective Herrington: Good enough. Now, you said you had information pertaining to a potential terrorist?
  
  [The room is silent for several seconds]
  
  [13:05:23] Detective Herrington: Mister Phillips, may I remind you that you agreed to give us this information in exchange for having your sentence reduced to-
  
  
  [13:05:25] Detainee 2391-5: I get it! I..I just get the willies thinking about that fucker.
  
  [13:05:27] Detective Herrington: Then let's make this interview as painless as possible shall we? Where did you meet 'Atlas'?
  
  [13:05:32] Detainee 2391-5: Meet him? Well...he just walked in.
  
  [13:05:33] Detective Herrington: Walked in..where?
  
  [13:05:35] Detainee 2391-5: My fucking house! Just strolled into my office behind one of my guards. I thought the guy had found some guy trying to break in..then I saw the bombs strapped to his chest and the detonator in that fuckers gloved hand. I was both impressed at his gall and amused by his stupidity. It wasn't the first time I had someone use unorthodox tactics to get a job. He just walked up right to my desk, set the detonator on the table, and told me he wanted a job. Told me he was from Capital City.
  
  [13:05:42] Detective Herrington: And you gave him one?
  
  [13:05:45] Detainee 2391-5: Oh yeah I did. One he should have died doing. I told him to go over and take out some..'competition' for me. A real up and comer, guy had some real high tech weapons and the means to take over my territory. I figured I'd test the waters and send someone way over their head. Atlas had no connection to me, so there was no risk of causing a war in the streets.
  
  [13:05:50] Detective Herrington: I see. And then?
  
  [13:05:52] Detainee 2391-5: I started making calls to Capital City. Called people I knew could give me some info on my unexpected visitor.
  
  [13:05:55] Detective Herrington: What did they tell you?
  
  [Detainee proceeds to run his hands through his greying air and rest his arms against the table before shaking his head.]
  
  [13:06:05] Detainee 2391-5: Not a fucking thing. I called four guys...one hung up immediately after I said Atlas' name, and the other just told me to never contact him again, 'not while that freak is still breathing'. That's what he said.
  
  [13:06:12] Detective Herrington: And the other two?
  
  [13:06:15] Detainee 2391-5: They never responded back. It was only long after that I realized what happened to them.
  
  [13:06:17] Detective Herrington: I see. Going back to this..'job' you assigned to him. What became of it?
  
  [13:06:19] Detainee 2391-5: Oh..Oh he came back alright. His left eye missing and his clothes covered in blood and gunpowder. He took out my competition alright. And ensuring I couldn't take over his territory..He burnt it to the ground in his mayhem. It seemed what he lacked in skill and finesse, he made up for in sheer vehemence and capacity for unrelenting violence. He dressed real nice...but he sure as hell didn't fight like a gentleman. I paid him what I figured would get him out of my office and locked the door behind me. I had hired him even though I didn't want to.
  
  [13:07:03] Detective Herrington: I see. Judging by the amount of links between your cartel and various murders across the city..I pressume he was in your employment for seven months?
  
  [13:05:02] Detainee 2391-5: Six. That seventh month was him devoting his entire existence to burning down everything I built.
  
  [Detainee gestures to his prosthetic legs, the model having only been released a few weeks ago.]
  
  [13:05:02] Detainee 2391-5: He did anything I assigned him to, and he was willing to do things most people saw as suicidal. Guard duty, killing off competition, you name it. It didn't matter. He didn't seem to have any sort of preference. It wasn't until I felt his usefulness had been worn out. He'd done more than to help my business, and I had no intention of having him bite me in the ass later on. Seems it wasn't the first time he'd been betrayed. I..I don't know where he is now. I don't know if Atlas is his real name.
  
  [13:05:02] Detective Herrington: I see. That's enough for this interview. We'll continue this tomorrow.]
  
  [INTERVIEW END]
  
• 
  
  APPEARANCE: Atlas stands at 6'2 and has particularly pale skin. He expresses very little with his face and his voice is no different, though somewhat deep. His left eye has been replaced with a cybernetic prosthetic. He wears a full suit, tailored for his body. A pair of dark red gloves are always on his hands and he's never been seen without them. He has to conceal his prosthetic hands somehow. He typically wears a black overcoat during poor weather.
  
  PERSONALITY: Atlas has no intention of letting his emotions interfere with his image. He speaks little, and he has no intention of showing who he really is to anyone. He isn't a lone wolf or one to attempt to take things on by himself if he can help it. Using others got him this far, and he'll try his best to ensure any who work with him don't regret it. No point in ruining his image.
  
  AMBITION: Money doesn't seem to be his ambition. Perhaps it's to become a face everyone knows?
  
• 
  
  Gear: Atlas will employ whatever he's able to get his hands on with Aprico and Barrington being the two preferred manufactures of his.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  This strange revolver is one that never leaves his side, a little known Iglehart model of revolver which fires .44 rounds. It's his trusty pistol, and the cause of many injuries to others.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  An Aprico MODEL-2, though fitted with a FELTIC sight. Combines the compact nature of an SMG with the capability of a full rifle. Fires 5.56 munitions.
  
  
  Spoiler

  
  A pistol of Barrington manufacturing. A modified and updated model of an old classic from yesteryear. Modified to fire .45 ACP, stored in an ankle holster on Atlas' right leg. Outfitted with a compensator as well as a laser sight in the grip which is activated upon the gun being held.
  
  
  SKILLS:
  
  Firearm knowledge: Atlas knows his way around a firearm and has no qualms with using them. Though he prefers pistols and rifles, he's experienced enough with shotguns and sniper rifles to make use of them effectively.
  
  Reflexes: Atlas wouldn't be alive had it not been for quick thinking. Whether it's shooting down a group of people coming from a door or using a glass bottle to take down someone charging at him.
  
  Tenacity: Though technically not a skill, it's something to be noted. His willingness to use anything and everything to remove anything that gets in his way is remarkable. He's had to resort to using a lead pipe he found on the ground more than once.
  
• 
  
  POSITION: Not really sure what you'd call him at the moment.
  
  TRIVIA: Atlas enjoys smoking cigarettes. He's not picky, but if he had to choose he would go with the unfiltered brands.

 

[Sopranos]

• Overral
• Background
• Power

• 
  
  "Technology changes, but people, people don't change."​
  
  Name: Samuel Brook
  
  Alias: Sam, Sammy, Sam Bond - a mock tittle about his history as a government agent with an English accent
  
  Age: 32
  
  Gender: Male
  
  Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
  
  Appearance: Samuel stands 6 ft 0, average body build. He has blond hair and blue eyes. He is known to have a smile that is bright as the sun. Unlike the others, almost none of his body parts are synthetic as he prefers to keep himself as organic as possible. He once revealed that he has only one part of his body is synthetic but he never says what it is.
  
  Personality:
  - Calm and smart, you can always count him to be one of the level-headed member in the crew. Sammy prefers to stay behind the scene most of the time and not draw too much attention to himself.
  - He is not at all fond of the actions and would try to avoid any violence as possible, despite having been under basic combat and firearm training. Due to an injury from the past, his physical ability isn't as good as other member of the crew. He can't be as fast or be acrobatic as other members.
  - One of his good trait would be his diplomatic talent. Sam is always ready to compromise and know how to make people talk, he knows the gesture and expression to gain people trust, to get what he wants from them. For this talent he has a lots of connections from everywhere in the city.
  - Makes up for his disadvantage in physical, Sam has a special talent in information gathering and intelligence. As a former federal agent, he has knowledge in both law enforcement and criminal activity, he has connections from both sides and he knows from where he can get his information. To him, information is the key to every score, Samuel can analyze data from hired hacker or from his connections and plan any heist from them. As cunning and calculating, he's an excellent planner that only reach for maximum profit. Even without any help, he can sometime scout for information and plan a score by himself, but due to his lack of physical ability he cant carry it on his own.
  - However, Sam is very careful, always looks over his shoulder as it's his first instinct. He would never take any risk without knowing the way out and this trait of him makes him a reluctant man toward other team members.
  
  Position: Adviser/Planner
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Background: Most of his original is unknown but due to the English accent people assumes that Sam is from somewhere England, which is also an personal information that he never confirms. His childhood and education are also unknown, he's known to the crew as an ex intelligence agent for the federal government. Samuel was in a government program to go undercover in a criminal organization in Leoton, but later he was pulled out and discharged from the operation. Now he lives hidden in an old apartment, keep his head low.
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  Weapons:
  
  Spoiler: Hand Pistol

  
  Abilities:
  - Information scout
  - Hacker(basic)
  - Diplomat/negotiate.
  - Social connections.
  - Criminal knowledge/connection.
  - Financial knowledge.
  - Basic firearm training.
  Weaknesses:
  - Fitness: Due to an injury from the past, his physical ability isn't as good as other member of the crew. He can't run as fast or be acrobatic as other members.
  
  

 

[Clockwork_Magic]

Kord Elton

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Backstory:
Growing up in the slums Leoton was tough for Kord. Orphaned at a young age when his parents were killed in the war, Kord spent most of his life begging and stealing just to get by. This life was all Kord knew, picking up new skills through personal experience. He committed his first real crime at the age of 16 when he broke into a relatively well off family's home. From there he would sell those stolen goods on the black market, occasionally resulting in a fight due to the deal going South, before going off to seek out his next target. He would repeat this cycle of burglary to this day.

Personality:
Kord is a quiet reserved person, keeping most of his thoughts to himself and is typically not the one to strike up a conversation.

Specialty:
Infiltration/Stealth

Skills/Proficiencies:
Breaking and Entering
Light Footsteps
Blade Proficiency

Assets/Inventory:
Switchblade - Easy to conceal and gets the job done. Kord is quite fond of this particular blade, as it has served him for as long as he's lived a life of crime.
Run-down Apartment - An old, run-down apartment in which Kord hides out and lives in.
​

 

[CommonKilljoy]

Name:
Vance Arden

Alias:
The Crow

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Backstory:
Vance was born with the cards stacked against him. The son of high ranking officials, he basically was raised with a silver spoon. He always a curious kid who was always tinkering with something. Orphaned before he hit his teens, his first advances into crime started before he even had a chance to decided. After stumbling into what could be considered the underground, he found himself the ward of a weapons dealer. In the beginning it was too easy, mostly he worked on repair and upkeep; a little later he started doign performance checks. By his 16th birthday, he was working on developing and modifying his own designs. That gig eventually was shut down by the Union and he's been on the run ever since.

Personality:
Vance is one of those people who are borderline genius and insane. Often his methods seem borderline suicidal, but there's no denying that he sees results. Though he seems a little excentric, he's really a laid back kind of guy who prefers the shadows to the light. The only time he really is anti-social is when he is working. Any other time he's a bit of a chatter box who doesn't mind helping with literally anything.

Appearance:

Spoiler

Specialty:
Engineering/Weapons Development

Skills/Proficiencies:
Explosives
Long range marksmanship
Intelligence gathering


Assets/Inventory:
Electromagnetic Palm Implant- Triggered by either outside current or neural stimuli, the purpose of the implant it to temporally interrupt wave signals and electrical current. With enough charge it can be used to attract objects, temporarily alter gravity, and slow brain and heart functions.

Imperial Military Issue Tactical Rifle- It came his way in an explosives trade. He never really had the heart to sell or modify it. It's nice and olf fashioned, meaning it's hard to interfere with

A handful of multipurpose grenades- He never stocks anything specific, but usually has something for everything.