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Futuristic Times have changed, but not really [CS][CLOSED]

Name: Warwick "Hobo" McCullen (A.K.A Dmitry Bezukhov)

Age: 24(on record he is 29)

History: McCullen's background is can be best describe as turbulent at best and absurd at worst. He was born aboard The Repulse, a pirating vessel, to a competent mechanic and a hot-blooded weapons expert both loved him of course however his upbringing was strange to say the least. At age 3 he was helping his father perform maintenance on the ship while his mother taught him how to disassemble and reassemble a kinetic pistol. by age 10 he was able to fix most problems with the ship's engine and could handle most small arms however his mother kept him away from explosives. At 17 he was kicked off The Repulse for nearly destroyed the ships cargo hold when he attempted to create a miniature nuclear fission bomb or poke-nuke in the cargo bay after watching a few bogus how to videos on the subject.

Once off the ship McCullen's life for a time calmed down, he worked for a belt miner for two years as a mechanic until he came under the employ of an engineer that went by the name Henderson. You see Henderson wasn't most engineers who would meticulously draw plans running countless simulations to make the design as perfect as they can possibly make it to be while on the other hand Henderson would "Just do" as he put it which struck a cord in the young McCullen. Soon the two became quick friends and had briefly started an engine manufacturing company, as Henderson was rather well off from some of his previous patents, though there is an emphasis on briefly for a reason. The first and last engine that Henderson Drive-tek manufactured was...unstable, no to call it unstable would be a massive understatement as it was an unholy union of Henderson's and McCullen's Madness. The drive or, The beast as McCullen preferred to call it, was unbelievably powerful as despite being made for fighter class ships the beast could power a dreadnought class due to the fact that two had somehow manage to jury rig a warp-drive to create a gravitational field so small and concentrated could form a blackhole which would then power a fighter for a few decades, of course this caught the attention of numerous factions that attempted to forcefully seized the only working model. Fortunately for the two said model was strapped onto a decommissioned fighter thus to managed to get away with the data, which McCullen secretly downloaded into a storage device implanted into his calf, afterwards the two were on the run from the law for 3 years on the run until they met up with an honest priest that helped the pair disappear from the eyes of the law by giving the two new identities in exchange for the ship, which the two happily gave away since they had long deleted the specs of the reactor save for McCullens copy. After they were assigned their new identities the two parted ways to better hide themselves from those that covet the beast.

Previous Occupations: CEO of Henderson Drive-tek, Fugitive, mechanic, Janitor, Miner

Weapons: Wrench, Micro Plasma caster, and an ice pick.
 

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Kruger killed for his freedom. You... you're just psychopaths.
I know this is late, but Ellena killed for her freedom on a much bigger scale. She was tired of colony life so she eradicated her colony to become a space pirate. I mean, it's the perfect storm. Armed psychopath with the mind of a child who wants to be a pirate, colony with a working space ship. Guess what happens.
 
(WIP - will finnish tomorrow morning. Too tired to finnish tonight)

Xavier Ray Traken
"It doesn't matter what it is, if you have the coin, I can get you that so-called 'unstealable' item."

Basic Information
Full Name: Xavier Ray Traken
Sex: Male
Age: 21 years
Previous Occupation: Low life/ Theif.
Apearence Discription
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 183 lbs
Hair Color: Navy blue
Hair Length: His hair falls down to around his lower back when it's braided. When it's not done up it can go past his hips.
Eye Color: Navy blue
Scars/ Birthmarks: He had a large scar that goes across his lower back. On his right shoulder, he has a birthmark resembling a star.
Clothing: (As in Picture). When stealing he commonly puts on a black or gray hoodie of some sort to cover his face a bit more. He's also been known to put on soldier helmets to hide his face better if it's needed.
Background
Will post up tomorrow. (Sorry)
weapons
- A small plasma pistol that he stole off an officer a while back and has kept it with him since
- An array of throwing knives and switchblades that he keeps in hidden pockets and folds in his clothing (He can have around 12-15 of them on him at one time. more if he really tried and is trying to be prepared for battle.)

Honestly, anything he can get his hands on Xavier is willing to try to make into some sort of self-defense weapon. He is very creative with coming up with different weapons since his preferred way of attack is hand to hand combat. Even though he can use ranged weapons, he finds them a bit difficult to aim and can find himself wasting more shots than actually helping in battle. Though he has a decent aim when throwing his different blades.
"it's a balance thing."

This is pretty good, but the 12-15 knives thing is a little edgy.
 
Xavier Ray Traken

"It doesn't matter what it is, if you have the coin, I can get you that so-called 'unstealable' item."
Basic Information
Full Name: Xavier Ray Traken
Sex: Male
Age: 21 years
Previous Occupation: Low life, Trained Theif.
Apearence Discription
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 183 lbs
Hair Color: Navy blue
Hair Length: His hair falls down to around his lower back when it's braided. When it's not done up it can go past his hips.
Eye Color: Navy blue
Scars/ Birthmarks: He had a large scar that goes across his lower back. On his right shoulder, he has a birthmark resembling a star.
Clothing: (As in Picture). When stealing he commonly puts on a black or gray hoodie of some sort to cover his face a bit more. He's also been known to put on soldier helmets to hide his face better if it's needed.
Background
Xavier grew up in a rough situation. Never having it easy in life, he and his sister learned to steal and fend for themselves at a very young age. Xavier being the older of the two, he took the lead as the protector, always making sure his sister got food or clean water before he did. As the years went on and the siblings grew, Xavier became more crafty with his process of getting food, but he also began taking greater risks at well. Stealing objects from people's pockets, going into large markets and taking larger items. He had become a self-trained amateur thief. But, for once Xavier and his sister didn't have to worry about food at night, they didn't have to worry about the cold. But nothing good ever lasted long.

It was around Xavier's seventeenth birthday, he was out with his sister exploring the town, trying to find an easy target so that they could eat for the night. They had found a spot, but with how crowded it was, the risk was a bit high, and for once Xavier offered to find somewhere else. But his sister giving in to her hunger took the risk. A risk that should have never been taken. Xavier was unable to stop the man in time when his sister was caught, and unlike some people who would just throw a little girl to the side and have them run off, the man took the blade to her hands so that she could never steal again. Without proper medical help, Xavier's sister died of infection a few days later. He had lost the only thing he had ever cared for, the only family he had ever known.

As the months went on Xavier started to lose hope. He stopped eating, stopped sleeping. All he did was sit in the streets watching the people walk past him, the people he hated so much. One late evening a man had walked up to Xavier, he looked different from everyone else, his face cover with a thick cloth. The man seemed to know much about Xavier, a little too much. He knew why Xavier was on the streets, why had started stealing, about his sister and her death. The man sent chills down Xavier's spine as he spoke, but that feeling quickly changed when the stranger had made an offer to him. To be trained as a master thief. How could he turn down such an offer?

After getting a few years of training under his belt Xavier was able to make his skills and abilities into a money maker. Stealing for coin, gems, and pleasure. His life became something that ones would want, and something that some now longed to destroy. When He noticed that he might be in danger he went into hiding, but that didn't last long. Soon he found that maybe becoming a pirate would be the best way to use his skills.
weapons
- A small plasma pistol that he stole off an officer a while back and has kept it with him since
- An array of throwing knives and switchblades that he keeps in hidden pockets and folds in his clothing (He can have around 12-15 of them on him at one time. more if he really tried and is trying to be prepared for battle.)

Honestly, anything he can get his hands on Xavier is willing to try to make into some sort of self-defense weapon. He is very creative with coming up with different weapons since his preferred way of attack is hand to hand combat. Even though he can use ranged weapons, he finds them a bit difficult to aim and can find himself wasting more shots than actually helping in battle. Though he has a decent aim when throwing his different blades.
"it's a balance thing."

It's good, but the whole "12-15" knives needs to be decreased. Maybe closer to 10
 
I have fiftee knives on me. No, I haven't stabbed myself yet.

(Not really, I was just making fun of your character because I don't have a ire)
 
Why generate stationary black holes when you can shoot lotsa crit rawkets very fast.

They're even painted yellow.
 
Aughto von realname Aughto von realname archur archur

I do love, though, how we're arguing about weapon practicality in a made up universe in which space vessels are not only used for transporting goods and personal travel, but preyed upon by theives, who also live either in deep space or another planet and travel around in an oddly familial group to ravage the galaxy....
 

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