Space: We'll Figure This Out (open)

[AlwaysKiaMia]

New Recruits!


Name:


Age:


Home planet:


Appearance:


Desired Position in the Crew: (ie. captain, navagator, pilot, ect.)


Brief bio: (tell us how you got here and why you want to come aboard)


Desirable traits:


Undesirable traits:


Abnormalities: (growing any fins we need to know about?)


Anything Else We should know?:

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

Name: Marcelline A. Fitzgerald


Age: 24


Home planet: Roma III


Appearance:

Desired Position in the Crew: Mechanic


Brief bio: Marcelline (Marcy to her friends) was always obsessed with machines. She loved to tinker and build ever since she was little. As a result she became a bit of a kleptomaniac when it came to spare parts. Before she turned fifteen, it was nothing truly bad, always something that no one particularly wanted or needed. And as her machines and gadgets got bigger, so did her problem. Eventually she started stealing bigger, more dangerous things (reactors, fluctuators, the occasional warp core program) until she got caught. In her basement, the authorities found the ship she had lovingly constructed from her stolen parts. It was her baby, and it was her way out (RomaIII is not a nice planet). While she was in holding, the authorities told her that it was to be torn apart. Furious, she broke out, stole it and landed (crashed) on the Mercantile planet, Corona Minor. While there, she realized that her baby was in trouble. It needed constant repairs, maintenance, and more importantly, someone who knew how to fly a freaking ship. So she set out to find a crew, hopefully one worthy of the unnamed vessel.


Desirable traits: Quick, loyal, optimistic, fairly good with a gun, better with a computer and a wrench.


Undesirable traits: Kleptomaniac, vicious temper, terrible at lying, forgetful, and absolutely no fashion sense what-so-ever (she wears the same thing every day, no matter what)


Abnormalities: An above average IQ with below average social skills.


Anything else?: Despite everything said above, because she has spent so little time with others, she is extremely innocent and naive.

 

[Arubion Sivart]

Name: Arubion Callahan


Age: 24


Home planet: Corona Minor


Appearance:

Desired Position in the Crew: Captain


Brief bio: He was orphaned at a early age and grew up stealing to survive. He'd often Get into trouble so he had to learn how to fight. At a Early age his left eye was injured and he stole a Cybernetic Eye that allows him to Analyze almost any situation with extreme Detail. Even though He was a petty thief He was extremely smart.. Often Stealing books and computers to learn more. He learned how to Command people in order to steal bigger items. He's been on Corona Minor his whole life.


Desirable traits: Strong, Caring, Smart, Cunning, Swordsman, Expert Shot, Strategist


Undesirable traits: Lazy, Can Be Perverted, Can be Cold


Abnormalities: (growing any fins we need to know about?)


Anything Else He Has 9 Tails and two Fox Ears, His IQ is considered to be Extreme Genius, He can Charm people with his words...

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

[QUOTE="Arubion Sivart]Name: Arubion Callahan
Age: 24


Home planet: Corona Minor


Appearance:

Desired Position in the Crew: Captain


Brief bio: He was orphaned at a early age and grew up stealing to survive. He'd often Get into trouble so he had to learn how to fight. At a Early age his left eye was injured and he stole a Cybernetic Eye that allows him to Analyze almost any situation with extreme Detail. Even though He was a petty thief He was extremely smart.. Often Stealing books and computers to learn more. He learned how to Command people in order to steal bigger items. He's been on Corona Minor his whole life.


Desirable traits: Strong, Caring, Smart, Cunning, Swordsman, Expert Shot, Strategist


Undesirable traits: Lazy, Can Be Perverted, Can be Cold


Abnormalities: (growing any fins we need to know about?)


Anything Else He Has 9 Tails and two Fox Ears, His IQ is considered to be Extreme Genius, He can Charm people with his words...

[/QUOTE]
Accepted! Welcome to the crew, Captain.

 

[Arubion Sivart]

So When Will we start?

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

I was hoping to get a few more people. Maybe we wait for one or two more, and if no one else joins in like three or four hours we can just start and new comers can jump in. Sound good?

 

[Arubion Sivart]

I was hoping to get a few more people. Maybe we wait for one or two more, and if no one else joins in like three or four hours we can just start and new comers can jump in. Sound good?

yea

 

[SirFlabberghaspy]

Name:

Arryn Lovett

Age:

27

Home Planet:

New Terra

Desired Position In The Crew:

Xenologist




Brief Bio:

Arryn, growing up on the bio-sphere space station that New Terra was, was always fascinated by aliens. It ran in her family of course, her mother and father were both scientists on New Terra, and Arryn quickly became a rising star in the academies located within the space station. In her freetime, she studied the various aliens that lived in each biosphere, always being informed of when new shipments of them came in. When she graduated from the Romulus Academy of Advanced Studies, (at a mere 18 years of age), she wanted to go out and begin exploring the known reaches of space and discover even more creatures. With no objections as to how she'd spend her life, her parents solemnly sent her off. For the last few years, Arryn had been traveling quiet a lot, recording every new species she came across. However, her transport was attacked by pirates on the way to Corona Minor, and she was stranded on the planet after crashing in an escape pod. Now, she's just looking for a new gang to hang out with.




Desirable Traits:

Charming

Quick-Witted

Highly Intelligent

Medical Training

Comical Relief

Advisor

Decent Pilot

Willful

Observant

Good Cook

Shameless

Undesirable Traits:

Moderately Annoying

Brutally Honest

Chatterbox

Insomniac

A Bit Insane.. sometimes.

Often overthinks

Obsessive

Shameless

Abnormalities:

Her left eye is pink, whilst her right eye is a pale white.

Both are functioning, yet they were subjected to leaked chemicals

during her A.I. procedure. Luckily, they didn't completely blind her,

but only damaged her eyesight.

Anything Else We Should Know?:

Arryn has an A.I. built into her, as her father and mother

do, a common thing in scientists from New Terra. Her A.I's name is

Arkos, and is modeled after a Sorian, a type of sentient alien.

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Name:

Arkos

(AG-117, IL-9001]

Age:

28

Home Planet:

Cortus Manufacturing Plant, New Terra

(Although Arkos is within Arryn, he has enough power to

project himself as a hologram, and control nearby systems

and electronics. However, he prefers to stay within Arryn.)

Desired Position in the Crew:

Arryn's A.I. and overall Advisor

Brief Bio:

Due to the Arryn's parent's wishes, Arkos was constructed a year before her birth to

guide and protect her throughout life. He was built to last for as long as she did, and

was given a random personality. The model of Arkos' physical form is based off a Sorian,

a dominate race known for their military prestige.

In the end, Arkos turned out to be the exact polar opposite of Arryn's personality, but

the two got along nevertheless. While Arkos advises and sates Arryn's everlasting thought process,

Arryn amuses Arkos by behaving and accepting his advice.

In the end, he has helped Arryn more then anyone, saving her life more then just

a handful of times. After initially crashing on Corona Minor, Arkos' first words were:

"You idiot, I said steer to the east, not west."




Desirable Traits:

Strategic

Everlasting Knowledge

Extremely Helpful

Loyal

Mother-like Care

Willful

Honorable

Fierce

Ruthless

Undesirable Traits:

Lacks Moral Code

Scary

Traditionalist

Stubborn

Ruthless

Brutal

Conqueror-Esc Mindset

Abnormalities:

Isn't bound by any coded rules.

Will often glitch when angry, making him

phase in and out of the color red whilst giving

an electronic hiss to his voice, only adding to his

scare factor.

Anything Else We Should Know?:

Nah.​

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

Name:

Arryn Lovett

Age:

27

Home Planet:

New Terra

Desired Position In The Crew:

Xenologist




Brief Bio:

Arryn, growing up on the bio-sphere space station that New Terra was, was always fascinated by aliens. It ran in her family of course, her mother and father were both scientists on New Terra, and Arryn quickly became a rising star in the academies located within the space station. In her freetime, she studied the various aliens that lived in each biosphere, always being informed of when new shipments of them came in. When she graduated from the Romulus Academy of Advanced Studies, (at a mere 18 years of age), she wanted to go out and begin exploring the known reaches of space and discover even more creatures. With no objections as to how she'd spend her life, her parents solemnly sent her off. For the last few years, Arryn had been traveling quiet a lot, recording every new species she came across. However, her transport was attacked by pirates on the way to Corona Minor, and she was stranded on the planet after crashing in an escape pod. Now, she's just looking for a new gang to hang out with.




Desirable Traits:

Charming

Quick-Witted

Highly Intelligent

Medical Training

Comical Relief

Advisor

Decent Pilot

Willful

Observant

Good Cook

Shameless

Undesirable Traits:

Moderately Annoying

Brutally Honest

Chatterbox

Insomniac

A Bit Insane.. sometimes.

Often overthinks

Obsessive

Shameless

Abnormalities:

Her left eye is pink, whilst her right eye is a pale white.

Both are functioning, yet they were subjected to leaked chemicals

during her A.I. procedure. Luckily, they didn't completely blind her,

but only damaged her eyesight.

Anything Else We Should Know?:

Arryn has an A.I. built into her, as her father and mother

do, a common thing in scientists from New Terra. Her A.I's name is

Arkos, and is modeled after a Sorian, a type of sentient alien.

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Name:

Arkos

(AG-117, IL-9001]

Age:

28

Home Planet:

Cortus Manufacturing Plant, New Terra

(Although Arkos is within Arryn, he has enough power to

project himself as a hologram, and control nearby systems

and electronics. However, he prefers to stay within Arryn.)

Desired Position in the Crew:

Arryn's A.I. and overall Advisor

Brief Bio:

Due to the Arryn's parent's wishes, Arkos was constructed a year before her birth to

guide and protect her throughout life. He was built to last for as long as she did, and

was given a random personality. The model of Arkos' physical form is based off a Sorian,

a dominate race known for their military prestige.

In the end, Arkos turned out to be the exact polar opposite of Arryn's personality, but

the two got along nevertheless. While Arkos advises and sates Arryn's everlasting thought process,

Arryn amuses Arkos by behaving and accepting his advice.

In the end, he has helped Arryn more then anyone, saving her life more then just

a handful of times. After initially crashing on Corona Minor, Arkos' first words were:

"You idiot, I said steer to the east, not west."




Desirable Traits:

Strategic

Everlasting Knowledge

Extremely Helpful

Loyal

Mother-like Care

Willful

Honorable

Fierce

Ruthless

Undesirable Traits:

Lacks Moral Code

Scary

Traditionalist

Stubborn

Ruthless

Brutal

Conqueror-Esc Mindset

Abnormalities:

Isn't bound by any coded rules.

Will often glitch when angry, making him

phase in and out of the color red whilst giving

an electronic hiss to his voice, only adding to his

scare factor.

Anything Else We Should Know?:

Nah.​

Oh boy, oh boy, accepted!

 

[BauxiteMechanism]

Name: “Craig”. His birth name is nigh-incomprehensible by anyone that’s not whatever the hell he is.


Age: He’ll roll a twenty sided die that he found awhile back and say whatever appears on the die. Rumor is that he’s not very good at counting, as he uses this method for most other numerical questions.


Home planet: Again, nearly impossible to pronounce, though it’s been referred to by most as “The Rust”, or more commonly “Faux-Mars”. The planet is dominated by gigantic rusting iron mesas, and looks like a heap of rusty nails from orbit. The planet is mostly just a conglomerate of minerals and various mosses that have managed to survive on water vapor, and flakes of rust. The overall topsoil amount on the planet can only be described as “nearly-nonexistent”. One can only wonder how such a species managed to survive on such a planet. Though scientist say the answer might be “lots of cannibalism, and enough gunpowder to detonate the planetary core”.


Appearance:Craig is a humanoid rodent with mottled black fur covering most of his body. His actual skin is a dark peach, and seems to be covered in a thin-red grime. His eyes generally black, but if you were to shine a penlight in them, they’d turn a sickly red. Don’t do that, it freaks him out. He’s short but sinewy, slouching at about five feet four. Half his tail is missing, though the wound has since healed. There's a red ribbon tied to the end of his stump-tail. He smells like charcoal and old pennies.

Spoiler

Desired Position in the Crew: The Navigator. He’s an exceptional navigator. Back on his home planet, he was one of the best in his tribe at navigating the the labyrinth of tunnels they called home. Even made maps of some of them too, which was odd, as any form of writing, including cartography was extremely rare in his race. Though, the only reason that he’s exceptional at navigating the stars, is that he can’t differentiate the difference between star-travel, and wandering through the dimly lit tunnels of his home. He thinks that it’s extremely easy, therefor it is. The second anyone explains the difficulty of space navigation, and that how much math is involved, he’ll realize how inane his own methods are, and he’ll be physically unable to remember how he even managed to navigate in the first place.


Brief bio:

Spoiler

For those that don't feel like reading that, he's a space-rat on the run, as his species isn't exactly tolerated in this neck of the galaxy.

Space travel in and out of The Rusts have been restricted for as long as everyone can remember. This of course, was because every meeting with the so called “Vermin” resulted in an entire away-team getting torn apart, and eventually eaten. The denizens of the galaxy didn’t want to genocide an entire race, so they did the sensible thing, and started an eternal blockade on the planet. Though lately, security has grown lax, as every “Vermin” attempt at building a space shuttle resulted in a planet-shattering explosion on the surface. Things grew quiet, and the outposts and ships docked in The Rusts’ orbit grew lax. It was only natural that some of the more outdated ships fell into disuse. These ships were eventually seen as an eyesore, and some genius thought that it’d be a good idea to crash them into the planet’s surface to cheaply get rid of them, instead of say, letting them float off into eternal space, or say, scrapping them. That genius was eventually identified as an extremist for xeno-rights that managed to sneak into the blockade, and was flogged accordingly. Of course, the ships touched down with a few dings in them, but mostly intact. And that, friends, is how the “Vermin” took to the stars. Well, temporarily. The ship was almost immediately attacked, and barely managed to activate its near-crippled FTL drive to jump away to safety. Craig was on that ship, and Craig wanted out. He decided to pretend that he had navigational skills, and convinced the “pilot” (who was also pretend that he knew how to pilot a starcraft) that he knew his way around the stars. The “Vermin” as a race aren’t particularly known for their intelligence, and as a result, the pilot believed him, and gladly accepted the extra help. So Craig scrounged up some outdated star-charts from the storage bays, and got to work. He didn’t know what any of the symbols on the charts meant, but he knew that the round things were planets. So he then lead the pilot to fly to the nearest star system, which he later discovered to be the “Corona” system. When they neared the orbit of Corona Minor, he leapt into an emergency lifeboat, and jettisoned it. Against all odds, he managed to land the bloody thing into an office building. He’s not sure which was more surprising. The fact that he survived the crash, or the fact that none of the peacekeepers of the planet managed to shoot down his lifeboat, or any of the so called “law enforcement” hadn’t managed to apprehend him. Though, this was probably because the last security guard that tried to arrest him ended up with being found dead in the sewers with both her arms missing. All of that occurred about a week ago… Or was it a month? Ah, forget it, Craig can’t remember, and he doesn’t care either. All he knows, is that up until now, he’s been hiding out in the extensive sewer systems, as they remind himself of his home. But at this moment, he remembers the thrill of guiding a ship through the stars, and years to do that once more. So now, he waits, and searches for a ship, through both legal, and not so legal methods.


Desirable traits: He’s quick, efficient, and incredibly honest… about the things you ask him. He’ll “forget” details occasionally.


Undesirable traits: He’s a massive hoarder. Not some petty “let me show you my button collection”, it’s more “no, stay the hell away from my string, button and teeth pile. Wait, oh hey, is that a gold filling? Hey could you come here for a second and stand still while I get my pliers?” He’s not quite a pyromaniac, but he absolutely loves the idea of a good fire. He’s accidentally set his hoard on fire before. He cried for two straight hours before picking up the pieces. He can be a little brash at times, and has issues with giving people odd nicknames. Due to his isolated upbringing, he knows nothing of any other species' culture, and has the habit of doing terrible things that he thinks is acceptable. And then there’s the issue with hygiene… That’ll be mentioned another time. Just for the love of all things that are clean, don’t leave your toothbrush out.


Abnormalities: He’s an overgrown rodent. I think that’s an abnormality in itself.


Anything Else We should know?: He learned to speak common through a series of holotapes found on the first ship that the “Vermin” stole, and by “interrogating” a terrified janitor.

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

Name: “Craig”. His birth name is nigh-incomprehensible by anyone that’s not whatever the hell he is.
Age: He’ll roll a twenty sided die that he found awhile back and say whatever appears on the die. Rumor is that he’s not very good at counting, as he uses this method for most other numerical questions.


Home planet: Again, nearly impossible to pronounce, though it’s been referred to by most as “The Rust”, or more commonly “Faux-Mars”. The planet is dominated by gigantic rusting iron mesas, and looks like a heap of rusty nails from orbit. The planet is mostly just a conglomerate of minerals and various mosses that have managed to survive on water vapor, and flakes of rust. The overall topsoil amount on the planet can only be described as “nearly-nonexistent”. One can only wonder how such a species managed to survive on such a planet. Though scientist say the answer might be “lots of cannibalism, and enough gunpowder to detonate the planetary core”.


Appearance:Craig is a humanoid rodent with mottled black fur covering most of his body. His actual skin is a dark peach, and seems to be covered in a thin-red grime. His eyes generally black, but if you were to shine a penlight in them, they’d turn a sickly red. Don’t do that, it freaks him out. He’s short but sinewy, slouching at about five feet four. Half his tail is missing, though the wound has since healed. There's a red ribbon tied to the end of his stump-tail. He smells like charcoal and old pennies.

Spoiler

Desired Position in the Crew: The Navigator. He’s an exceptional navigator. Back on his home planet, he was one of the best in his tribe at navigating the the labyrinth of tunnels they called home. Even made maps of some of them too, which was odd, as any form of writing, including cartography was extremely rare in his race. Though, the only reason that he’s exceptional at navigating the stars, is that he can’t differentiate the difference between star-travel, and wandering through the dimly lit tunnels of his home. He thinks that it’s extremely easy, therefor it is. The second anyone explains the difficulty of space navigation, and that how much math is involved, he’ll realize how inane his own methods are, and he’ll be physically unable to remember how he even managed to navigate in the first place.


Brief bio:

Spoiler

For those that don't feel like reading that, he's a space-rat on the run, as his species isn't exactly tolerated in this neck of the galaxy.

Space travel in and out of The Rusts have been restricted for as long as everyone can remember. This of course, was because every meeting with the so called “Vermin” resulted in an entire away-team getting torn apart, and eventually eaten. The denizens of the galaxy didn’t want to genocide an entire race, so they did the sensible thing, and started an eternal blockade on the planet. Though lately, security has grown lax, as every “Vermin” attempt at building a space shuttle resulted in a planet-shattering explosion on the surface. Things grew quiet, and the outposts and ships docked in The Rusts’ orbit grew lax. It was only natural that some of the more outdated ships fell into disuse. These ships were eventually seen as an eyesore, and some genius thought that it’d be a good idea to crash them into the planet’s surface to cheaply get rid of them, instead of say, letting them float off into eternal space, or say, scrapping them. That genius was eventually identified as an extremist for xeno-rights that managed to sneak into the blockade, and was flogged accordingly. Of course, the ships touched down with a few dings in them, but mostly intact. And that, friends, is how the “Vermin” took to the stars. Well, temporarily. The ship was almost immediately attacked, and barely managed to activate its near-crippled FTL drive to jump away to safety. Craig was on that ship, and Craig wanted out. He decided to pretend that he had navigational skills, and convinced the “pilot” (who was also pretend that he knew how to pilot a starcraft) that he knew his way around the stars. The “Vermin” as a race aren’t particularly known for their intelligence, and as a result, the pilot believed him, and gladly accepted the extra help. So Craig scrounged up some outdated star-charts from the storage bays, and got to work. He didn’t know what any of the symbols on the charts meant, but he knew that the round things were planets. So he then lead the pilot to fly to the nearest star system, which he later discovered to be the “Corona” system. When they neared the orbit of Corona Minor, he leapt into an emergency lifeboat, and jettisoned it. Against all odds, he managed to land the bloody thing into an office building. He’s not sure which was more surprising. The fact that he survived the crash, or the fact that none of the peacekeepers of the planet managed to shoot down his lifeboat, or any of the so called “law enforcement” hadn’t managed to apprehend him. Though, this was probably because the last security guard that tried to arrest him ended up with being found dead in the sewers with both her arms missing. All of that occurred about a week ago… Or was it a month? Ah, forget it, Craig can’t remember, and he doesn’t care either. All he knows, is that up until now, he’s been hiding out in the extensive sewer systems, as they remind himself of his home. But at this moment, he remembers the thrill of guiding a ship through the stars, and years to do that once more. So now, he waits, and searches for a ship, through both legal, and not so legal methods.


Desirable traits: He’s quick, efficient, and incredibly honest… about the things you ask him. He’ll “forget” details occasionally.


Undesirable traits: He’s a massive hoarder. Not some petty “let me show you my button collection”, it’s more “no, stay the hell away from my string, button and teeth pile. Wait, oh hey, is that a gold filling? Hey could you come here for a second and stand still while I get my pliers?” He’s not quite a pyromaniac, but he absolutely loves the idea of a good fire. He’s accidentally set his hoard on fire before. He cried for two straight hours before picking up the pieces. He can be a little brash at times, and has issues with giving people odd nicknames. Due to his isolated upbringing, he knows nothing of any other species' culture, and has the habit of doing terrible things that he thinks is acceptable. And then there’s the issue with hygiene… That’ll be mentioned another time. Just for the love of all things that are clean, don’t leave your toothbrush out.


Abnormalities: He’s an overgrown rodent. I think that’s an abnormality in itself.


Anything Else We should know?: He learned to speak common through a series of holotapes found on the first ship that the “Vermin” stole, and by “interrogating” a terrified janitor.

Oh my glob accepted!! So accepted!! I'm gonna be entirely honest though, Marcy's gonna call him Splinter at least once.


 
Ladies and Gentalmen, I think it's about time we started this rp. People are still welcome to join as they please for now, but I think we should get started. Give me an hour or so, and I'll put up the first post.

 

[RedZombieWolf]

Name: Roger Kryss


Age: 24


Home planet: Tress


Appearance: Tall with red hair and blue eyes. Green skin with a tattoo on left shoulder, multiple scars on torso, arms, legs and two on face.


Desired Position in the Crew: Security


Brief bio: Born during a civil war on his home planet, he grew up surrounded by violence. Parents died in front of him at age nine, first started killing at age twelve. Helped bring an end to his planets civil war and hired himself out as a mercenary. Wants to join crew for money.


Desirable traits: Strong, cunning and knows how to make bombs and guns from scratch.


Undesirable traits: Stubborn, can go beserk in battle and just run headlong into the enemy.


Abnormalities: None that will impede him.


Anything Else We should know?: Needs his own spot on the ship where he can have privacy.

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

Name: Roger Kryss
Age: 24


Home planet: Tress


Appearance: Tall with red hair and blue eyes. Green skin with a tattoo on left shoulder, multiple scars on torso, arms, legs and two on face.


Desired Position in the Crew: Security


Brief bio: Born during a civil war on his home planet, he grew up surrounded by violence. Parents died in front of him at age nine, first started killing at age twelve. Helped bring an end to his planets civil war and hired himself out as a mercenary. Wants to join crew for money.


Desirable traits: Strong, cunning and knows how to make bombs and guns from scratch.


Undesirable traits: Stubborn, can go beserk in battle and just run headlong into the enemy.


Abnormalities: None that will impede him.


Anything Else We should know?: Needs his own spot on the ship where he can have privacy.

Accepted! Welcome to the party.


 
FIRST POST IS UP! Come on guys!

 

[Arubion Sivart]

Wow... A borderlands.... I honestly think that is cliches but not my decision

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

[QUOTE="Jaeger BLU]

Name: Jack Lawrence

Age: 28

Home planet: Hyperion

Appearance:

Desired Position in the Crew: (ie. captain, navagator, pilot, ect.) Security

Brief bio: (tell us how you got here and why you want to come aboard) Raised under his mother on Hyperion, a lawless planet populated almost only by bandits and incredibly aggressive fauna. Learned to use a firearm at an early age, opted to take a low level programmer job at a weapons manufacturing facility (that of which supplied the population of Hyperion with weaponry). Since he knew nothing about actual programming he forced other programmers (under the threat of lethal force) to do his work for him. Eventually he grew power hungry, forcing the programmers to snoop into the companies private files and even rose in position due to the knowledge he had gained. Jack suspected that the company would soon catch onto his scheme and in a last ditch effort bankrupted the company and fled Hyperion. Now he just wants a job.

Desirable traits:

- Good decision maker

- Adapt with firearms

- Strategic

- Good leader

Undesirable traits:

- Aggressive

- Cruel

- Manipulative

- Power hungry

Abnormalities: (growing any fins we need to know about?) Exhibits borderline personality disorder

Anything Else We should know?: Nah

​

[/QUOTE]
Ey! Welcome aboard, we just got started, come on into the rp!

 

[AlwaysKiaMia]

That's, uh, that's actually mechanic. But it is my ship soooooo, I'm good with that.

 

[Shungila]

Name: Devon (a.k.a. Model 3B 1956)


Age: He can't age, he is an android, but he has been active for roughly 250 or more years.


Home Planet: His home planet is Karun, a rather desolate planet. During 'his' (while not having a true gender, he likes to identify himself as a male) time on Karun, he was originally a prototype of a whole slew of androids that were planned to replace fighter pilots for Karun's small population. After all, the people of Karun were highly intelligent, and they had developed much within their short lifespans and low population. That is, until they hadn't realized that they had accidentally created a true AI within the android. He doesn't like to talk about his time there, so to speak.


Appearance:

Description: Devon, as he calls himself, is an android built specifically for the purpose of flying and controlling a variety of spacecrafts and vehicles. He has thick plating for protection, mostly due to the fact that he was created to withstand as much damage as possible. His metalwork has been scorched and beaten, giving him an older look.


Desired Position in the Crew: Pilot. He was built to pilot spacecrafts, and he rather enjoys doing so. He always wanted to explore and discover new things, and he constantly itches for a fight. The starships he piloted allowed him to go where he wanted to go, and that is just fine for him.


Brief Bio: For years, he had been on the run from the authorities. You see, in his neck of the woods, the production of true AI's were kind of illegal. Also, he successfully managed to wipe out an entire species. So, yeah. No matter where he went, the authorities would somehow find him in the far reaches of space. He had gone from system to system, planet to planet, and yet he would always find that someone had ratted him out to the forces of the law. Eventually, he had to give up his passion of flight just so he could go into hiding. Yes, it was that bad for him. He still continues to jump from one planet to the next, but in a more discreet manner. Now he aimlessly wanders through the vast domain of space, searching for a way to relive his days of flight.


Desirable Traits: He can be very quick on the ground, despite his primary function as a pilot. He is also brutally honest about anything and everything, for the fact he is, and will continue to be, a robot.


Undesirable Traits: If there is not a talented mechanic aboard the ship he flies, he can have a few... quirks. His cognitive abilities will degrade if not constantly maintained, resulting in unpredictable spasms and random spouts of anger and emotional changes. The past 30 or so years have not been kind to the android, resulting in his constant maintenance.


Abnormalities: The only real abnormalities for Devon would be his unnatural behavior. Most AI's can't convey feelings of emotions, or simulate them. Devon can, however.


Extra: If anything, Devon wants to make up for his mistakes and be considered equal among the crew he chooses. That's all he ever asks for.