Futuristic Alls Quiet CS

[Sylvio]

Use this cs as a baseline and make it as pretty as you want

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[thespectacularstorm]

reserving for my medic gal!

 

[Kattzillaa]

Name: Rhysand "Rhys" Park

Age: 26


Role: Captain

Rank: Captain

Height: 6’5

Weight: 195

Orientation: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Appearance: Rhysand or Rhys has pretty tanned skin from his days in the suns of the galaxies. A scar goes over his left eye and down his cheek which makes him look even more intimidating. His almond eyes are a soft brown, almost shining gold, which shows his Korean heritage along with his long black hair.

He’s pretty built as he has to be a good role model for his crewmates. Rhys’ overall has a very intimidating presence as it goes and people tend to be a little concerned when first meeting him. Despite this, his features are somewhat feminine but he demands respect and he’ll have it.


Rhys’ clothing choice tends to be very put together and formal, he has to represent. It’s a normal captain's uniform and suit.


Personality: Despite Rhys’ intimidating looks and aura, he’s actually very kind to most of his crew, though he doesn’t make it obvious. No one is perfect as he doesn’t tolerate childish fuckups. He’s got a job to do, people to keep alive, and a list of other things.

Most of the time he’s reserved and refrained from commenting unless it’s really necessary. Rhys is definitely strict but there are times where he lets a little playfulness run around, especially when nothing important is going on. Work before play is definitely within his personality.


Rhy’s isn’t one for raising his voice either, he has a deadly calm. His eyes narrow and his lips sort of press together before he really says anything. Considering the situation they’re in he won’t hesitate to literally slap the sense into someone.


Biography: From a young age, Rhys was raised to follow rules and do every task the absolute best he could. His father after all was a captain himself, a pretty well known one at that. That’s what started his drive to become a captain. From that day forward he worked his ass off to climb the ranks of the military and eventually become trusted enough.

Tragedy struck when a rogue android killed his father, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He doesn’t entirely trust the things but even he has to admit their use. The man doesn’t let his past interfere with his crew’s safety or his job at all, he’s a respectable person.

Headcanons: None Yet

 

[N-On-E-Mus]

Name: Keethan Joglo
Age: 27
Role: Scout
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 6' 7"
Weight: 157 lbs
Orientation: Straight
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Appearance: On mission, he's rarely seen without his usual uniform, and metal tech mask



Personality: Cold, and calculating, Keethan Joglo is man of few words. He usually prefers to observe people, to see how much of a weight they'll be. He also usually does not like people micromanaging him, and telling him the best way to do things. He usually prefers to do his scouting on his own, and doesn't like most people

Biography: After his parents death, he didn't know what to do, and he ended up running away from the orphanage he was placed in. He started learning to survive, mainly how to run away. A couple years later, he decided to enlist into the military. From there, he slowly started climbing the ranks. He's had a bit of trouble with it though, due to his dislike for people always telling him whats the way he should do things

Headcanons: TBA

 

[Oceanic Mind]

ALEXANDRIA IGNACIO DE LA CRUZ MANN
Alex Mann

Role : Tech
Rank : Petty Officer Second Class
Age : 20 (Earthen years)
Height : 5'11"/1.8m
Weight : 164lbs/74.38kg
Gender : Female
Pronouns : She/Her/Hers
Orientation : Bisexual

Appearance : Alex has dark skin, dark eyes, and dark hair that she keeps tightly braided to avoid having to deal with it during a mission. She has a healthy build but is a little on the gawky side for her height. She doesn’t have much of a fashion sense and is rarely seen outside of her uniform or casuals anyway. She has a near-constant smile but makes far too much eye contact in one-on-one conversations, which can be a little unnerving.

Personality : Friendly, easy-going, energetic, and passionate about her work, but quick to anger (luckily, she's also quick to calm down). Not afraid of making mistakes and often makes fun of herself. Doesn’t seem to see the gravity of situations and while not an outward optimist, she frequently makes light of what could be very serious; Pro: this leaves her calm and collected in most situations. Con: She often doesn’t understand other’s urgency and prioritizes getting other people to calm down over fixing the issue. However, she isn’t lazy; she likes her work, likes doing it, likes getting it done on time and likes impressing people by going above and beyond when she can. All of the nerd, none of the anxiety, some of the hulking out.

Biography : Alex was born in the city of Lete on the temperate continent of Mintome, Baiduri. She was born into the lower-middle class, and spent most of her childhood and adolescence in an apartment block, walking herself to school, and listening to her parents argue over her. When she turned 14, the world war started and her already-tense home life took a turn for the worse. Alex started spending more of her time away from home, witnessing the violence and crime Lete had to offer at the time; it was preferable to dealing with her parents.
As soon as she turned 17, she enlisted to get away from home. Without so much as a word to her parents she was whisked off to basic, and by the time she was mission-ready, Baiduri’s world war had blown over. That didn’t matter to Alex, as she was seeing planets and moons all over the galaxy by serving as a junior technician with the Interstellar Alliance.
Having served in the back-lines for three years, this will be her first high-risk mission, and only her second mission after being promoted.

Headcanons :
High-functioning sociopath.
Well-versed in reading micro-expressions.
Has served with Jian before, and finds it to be funny, if a little uptight about security.
Gets overly excited about fresh fruit. After living off rations for so long, who wouldn’t?
Not very empathetic at all, but feigns sympathy because it’s the nice thing to do.
Big on being polite and friendly to strangers until they prove that they don’t deserve it.
Used to want to be an artist, still sketches sometimes and knows a lot of related trivia.

 

[Oceanic Mind]

JIAN FENG-WU
建

Role : Grunt
Rank : Lieutenant Commander
Age : 32 (Earthen years)
Height : 6'4" / 1.93m
Weight : 245lbs / 111.13kg
Gender : Agender
Pronouns : It/Its/itself. Truthfully, it doesn't care unless you ask.
Orientation : Asexual/Aromantic

Appearance : Jian has a stocky sort of build, which is only exaggerated by its preference for layered, baggy clothing when out of uniform. Its face is really no help to this, as it has a near-perpetual ‘resting homicidal thoughts’ look, which tends to fend people off. Its skin is mid-dark, indicating its desert heritage, and it has dark-brown hair to match. Scars leftover from the augmentation surgery can be seen on its face and over the rest of its body, mingling with plain-old battle scars.

Personality : Introverted, quiet, but not timid. Crass, vulgar, and bluntly honest most of the time, although it's good at reading the room and will adjust if necessary. Hopelessly paranoid and constantly jaded, isn't easily shaken in an emergency situation. Possibly could have been a captain if it had any sense of diplomacy.

Biography : Jian grew up in the town of Xihe on the planet Baiduri. The continent they grew up on, Pirx, was a cold desert and experienced spring and summer most of the year (a Baiduri year is 380 Earthen days). Xhie was a very industrial city that primarily manufactured and exported textile goods. For the first 18 years of Jian’s life, it was expected to become a factory worker like the rest of Xhie’s population; however, upon turning 19 it caught wind of recruiters for the Interstellar Alliance setting up in Wangshu—the nearby capital city. Jian wasted no time in packing its things and kissing its parents goodbye; it had never been particularly attached to the idea of factory work and, with the support of its parents, was able to pay for a ticket to Wangshu.
Jian spent three months living out of a motel room, training itself to meet The Alliance’s requirements, and enlisted as soon as it was able. After graduating Basic and completing the following Master at Arms course, it spent three years serving on various missions as Expeditionary Security before a world war broke out on Baiduri. In the four years that followed, Jian lost both legs in an explosion and its left hand to a frightened refugee. It faced a choice with both losses: replace them with state-of-the-art cybernetics, paid for by The Alliance so long as Jian stayed in service, or be honorably discharged. Both times, Jian chose cybernetics, and because of this, it was recommended for other, more experimental procedures as the war progressed, leaving it with 29% of its body mass augmented.
After the end of the war on Baiduri, Jian and the rest of its unit was required to attend trauma-treatment sessions. After six months of this, Jian was allowed back on low-risk missions; a year and a half after starting the sessions, it was allowed to continue serving as normal. Now, two years after its last session, it has been selected for the mission to Polara.

Augments :

Spoiler: visuals

Cybernetic legs, hips, and left hand:
For the most part, they just act as normal prosthetics; However, Jian has clocked its run-speed at an average of 9mph.

Reinforced carbon-fiber skeleton:
Exactly what it says on the tin; Jian hasn't broken a bone since they had their bones replaced.

Skin replaced with electric polymer on its sides, thighs, and back:
Provides extra power to cybernetics. The constant power exchange leaves Jian with a higher-than-average base body temperature that needs to be accounted for every time it visits medical.

Spinal Battery:
Main power source for cybernetics. On their own, each prosthetic can last up to three months (assuming Jian is highly active). With the battery supplying each prosthetic with power as needed, it can go up to a full Earthen year without needing to replace or charge the battery. Nevertheless, Jian always carries at least two extras.

Enhanced Vision:
Jian has dark vision equivalent to a domestic cat (0.125lux ), so long as it isn't trying to see in true darkness (ex. a completely closed-off room with no light source). Yes, this means its eyes shine in the dark. Yes, this is completely terrifying if you don't know it's there. And yes, it will laugh if it startles you.

Headcanons :
It just really does not like to be touched. By anyone. No matter what.
Contrary to popular belief: it can be warm and comforting when it wants, or when the situation warrants. It also has a sense of humor, although it's very morbid and dry. If you trip, it's probably thinking about laughing.
Has some mechanical experience, although that’s mostly to do with upkeeping its own cybernetics. Has enough technical knowledge and knows enough jargon to scrape by in a conversation with Techies.
It really, really likes K-Dramas and soap operas… Ironically or unironically? Depends on the day and the show.

 

[Kabboom]

Name: E4M-ES (Eames)
Age: 14 years since manufacture
Role: Scout
Rank: N/A
Height: 7'2
Weight: 320lbs
Orientation: N/A
Gender (if applicable): Male programming
Pronouns: He/him
Appearance:

Personality: This unit does not possess a personality - this is evident from the unit's self-diagnosis. However, due to its self-improving AI accompanied with its long years of service, unit E4M-ES has assimilated traits identifiable by humans as "quippy", "smartass" and "sarcastic". He likes to bring up embarrassing facts about his teammates, and takes great enjoyment, if you could call it, from being objectively correct in any argument or conversation. Despite this, he is very dedicated to his tasks, and will focus immediately if his objective requires immediate completion, regardless of his own safety. Despite his advanced adaptive leadership programming, E4M struggles with commanding anything of value, and prefers being the subservient one - he performs much better without having to lead, only focusing on the tasks at hand (of course, that won't stop his snarks).
Biography: Nothing too fancy - bog-standard bot. E4 brand of robotics, Modification - Extraterrestrial Survival, serial number E41135-60754-99942. Sat on the market for nearly 2 years - they were already planning to return him to his manufacturer to be recycled when an aspiring ship captain bought him. The next 8 years of his service life were spent in service of this captain, performing maintenance on the ship both in port and in space, as well as participating in probing missions in an EVA environment. After his ship captain went broke from a persevering bout of alcoholism and crushing debt, the unit nicknamed Eames was auctioned off to a spaceport, where he worked as a construction and maintenance bot. One day, a military force (his memory of this force's details were retroactively purged for operational security) purchased him along with many other spaceport bots for the training of cost-effective all-environment reconnaissance robots. After barely passing and acquiring new parts, Eames has been contracted off to multiple clients wherever he is needed. So now you're up to speed - he's yours, warranty not included. Good luck!
Headcanons: He'd like to taste food the way humans do. He's still working on how to do that. Also, legend says he has a hamster in a wheel instead of a CPU.