Futuristic Operation: Colony Salvage - Character Sheets

[TheCommoner]

Actual OOC

Darkness My Old Friend (In-character OOC)

Lore

Here is what we will need in a job application (character sheet) Feel free to browse around for bbcode templates, as we at the Planetary Salvage Corporation are well aware that various cultures have various catch-all files for job application. But whichever you choose, or even going with our admittedly barebones skeleton (no pun intended), please make sure to have the following information available (additional information like trivia about yourself, what goes into your music playlists on mission, etc. is also welcome and might warrant a bonus to your paycheck.)

First Name:

Last Name:

Nicknames (if applicable):

Age: (Translated to Terran Standard or "Earth" years)

Physique: (Covers your height, weight, and physical conditioning.)

Planet of Origin:

Species:

Role: (Similar to a "class" in a video game. What will you be handling during operations? Examples include: Machine Gunner, Engineer, Medic, Berserker, etc.

Face claim: (An image will go here. We are accepting Anime, CGI, Realistic, and AI-Generated. Give credit to the source material for a small bonus to your paycheck.)

Tools for the Job: (Your weapons, armor, and utilities for Planetary Salvage operations. Bring your own, or purchase from the Company Store. There are no handouts.)

Abilities: (If you possess the Psychic Gene, we would like to know what you're capable of.)

Background: (This covers your history before being hired on, gathered from what our database can find about you based on searches through civilian, military, and criminal databases, as well as any information you voluntarily submit. Deductions will be made from your pay if we detect any falsehoods.)

 

[TheCommoner]

"I got eyes on, team. This should be clean and easy.

Cristobel Meridius

Mission Control

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  Cristobel Meridius

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  Male

  nickname

  Mission Control

  age

  Thirty (30)

  role

  Communication with Ground Teams

  Species

  Human

  appearance

  height

  5'8" (186cm)

  weight

  267lbs (121kg)

  A human of vaguely Greek descent, Cristobel is of a physique rather unfit for planetside operations. He has a big gut from poor dietary habits and a sedentary job post. Though he showers and decontaminates regularly, he still has a tendency to sweat all his cleanliness away due to the heat produced by his computer setup. Though unfit for hard jobs, he is still at the very least in shape enough to navigate across the space rig when he is needed elsewhere besides his office.

  personality

  Cristobel prides himself on being a master strategist that knows how to get teams in and out of Nurita with minimal casualties. As such, he can give sound advice and alerts with a profound sense of calm, though the eccentricities of the ground teams can test his patience. He does get frustrated when objectives go undone, or if the team lolligags for too long. When not on duty, he is an avid video gamer, taking to strategy games to keep his wits sharp.
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  Cristobel was born on the Federation controlled planet of Gerosia. A breeding ground for romanticized culture of the ancient Greeks, Cristobel found himself unable (and also unwilling) to subject himself to the intense, Spartan lifestyle demanded by the planetary culture. The moment he was old enough, he snuck off world, and found the time to educate himself on pursuits less taxing on the body. Majoring in Computer Sciences, Cristobel aced his Galactanet College Courses, and earned a Master's Degree in Computer Sciences. He can maintain a computer about as easily as he can hack one, and made his fortune by selling a Cybersuite of military grade Antiviruses to multiple factions that are heavily reliant on computers. Though still he yearns to work, hence his application put in to Galactic Salvage Corporation.
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  Ability One

  Cristobel does not possess the Psychic gene. As such, he is incapable of tapping into any psychic powers. He understands them well enough, so he knows to urge the Psychically gifted not to overtax their powers, lest they suffer Peril.

  Ability Two

  Read Above.

  weapons

  Equip 1

  Cristobel's occupation as Mission Control allows him to carry light on equipment. His usual loadout, stationary objects included, usually goes as follows:
  

  • 1 Eagle-eye Smart Autopistol. A ballistic machine pistol used only in the event of an enemy boarding the Sternwork. It fires conventional gunpowder rounds at full-auto, with a specialized heat tracking computer that can guide his bullets to their targets. Magazine Capacity: 32.
  • 1 Mercury™ Noise Cancelling Headset. Comes with a built in microphone, allowing him to communicate with the Ground Teams while providing crisp sound quality as though he were right down there with them. Also handy for drowning out the noise of his computer fans.
  • 1 Custom-built Computer Rig. Cristobel's Magnum Opus of engineering. Armed with his own Antivirus Cybersuite, he is proud to boast that his rig has never once been hacked. His most often used Apps are the cameras of the Ground Team, as well as a heat-signature radar. The radar itself is rigged to a company-owned satellite that allows him to track the immediate area of the ground teams.
  • 1 Designer leather jacket. Though in the heat of his office, it can be a bit unbearable, Cristobel insists on wearing this 21st century Federation fashion.

  
  
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  Likes

  Strategy games, Film Noir, Beef Gyros, Thrash Metal.

  Dislikes

  Heat, Seafood, excess goofing off, Upper Management.

  Last Games Played.

  Sid Meier's Civilization 20, Warhammer 40000: Dawn of War 5, The Elder Scrolls 5: Skyrim Enhanced VR, Half Life Alyx: Episode 2, Soul Calibur: Chronicles of the Soul.

  Music Playlist.

  Unavailable at this time.

  Company Infractions.

  Body odor, senseless requisition orders (junk food, upper management dossiers, etc.) contacting Union agents (will result in termination if done again, and not just of your employment, Cristobel.)

code by @Nano

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

"From the heart of the Galaxy to the furthest Rim, my blade burns true."

Sir Excelsus Pacificus

Knight of the Stars

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  Sir Excelsus Pacificus

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  Male

  nickname

  Knight of the Stars, Lancer, Starburn

  age

  Twenty-Five (25)

  role

  Power-Armored CqC Expert

  Species

  Human

  appearance

  height

  6'6" (198cm)

  weight

  280lbs (127kg)

  Excelsus is a large-than-life man with tanned skin, built like a mountain chiseled from battleship-grade armor plating. He is impeccably well-groomed, playing close attention to his appearance, somehow maintaining his composure and appearance no matter how messy the battlefield becomes. His face is cut into a seemingly permanent rakish, devil-may-care grin which he has employed to charm the pants off of many a maid.

  personality

  Excelsus is a dashing, romantic figure. A knight of the stars, he abides by a code of honor and chivalry that demands him seek out monsters to slay them, and preserve the innocent. He has come to this world to continue his quest, seeking adventure, glory, and really cool shit to kill. A flagrant womanizer with a cavalier attitude, he is liable to give those who fight with him likely frequent headaches.
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  background

  Rather than be born into the Dragon Knights, Excelsus sought them out. A bored scion of a megacorp, he found the dream of knighthood much more appealing than doing drugs and bumping up stock prices, and so set out into the reaches of Dragon Space on his yacht. Swearing himself to the great-wyrm Anabaxidos, he would then ride out across known space, armed with the spoils of Dragon-blessings he had attained and the ridiculously expensive wargear he bought for himself by selling off his previous assets, before blazing a legendary trail across the stars. He is probably clinically insane, but that certainly has not stopped him yet.
  
  His quest for glory has only just begun, and he's not slowing down for anyone.
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  Biomancer Master

  With his Biomancy, Excelsus is capable of feats of physical prowess that boggle the mind. He moves like lightning and hits like a truck, performing physical feats that are absurdly superhuman with ease. He specializes purely in self-enhancement with his Biomancy, not affecting others with this psychic discipline at all, but because of this simplicity his physical abilities are refined to the utter pinnacle of Biomantic ability.

  Astromancer Expert

  While not as adept of an Astromancer as he is Biomancer, he is capable of attempting to close Rifts and banishing its denizens, though he channels such powers through his own body and his melee weapons. He is also capable of controlling his own gravity, as well as manipulating space-time to create wormholes for short-ranged travel.

  weapons

  Equip 1

  As a Knight, he is equipped with...
  

  • 1 Laser Blade: It's a sword with a plasma blade. What more do you need?
  • 1 Ajax-Class Suit of Power Armor: A heavily armored suit that enables him to perform rocket-assisted jumps, shrug off almost any common munition, and enhances his physical abilities further so that he's nothing less than a wrecking ball on the battlefield. It also is environmentally sealed, which comes in handy.
  • 2 Diomedes-Class Plasma SMGs: Built into the gauntlets of his suit are these two shooters that spray and pray firepower. Great in short ranges, more of a nuisance at long range.

  
  
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  Likes

  Honor, Glory, Killing Monsters, Wooing Maidens, Games of Chance, taking Risks, Adventure

  Dislikes

  Boredom, Limits, Impossibilities, Management.

  Last Games Played.

  N/A

  Music Playlist.

  Unavailable at this time.

  Company Infractions.

  Defying Orders.

code by @Nano

 

[Abstracty]

"Let me guess, I have to save your bacon again?"

Kasimir Sklovov

Professional mercenary

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  Kasimir Sklovov

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  Choppa, Boomstick, Big Daddy Bacon

  age

  Thirty-Eight (38)

  role

  Riflemen / Grenadier

  Species

  
  

  Spoiler: Scrofian

  The Scrofians (pejoratively referred to as Porkers or Space Pigs) are a mammalian species from their homeworld Scroff. Due to their thick bristles, snout, tusks and overall facial structure they are often compared to pigs from Earth, but the rest of their anatomy is quite different and they see no resemblance themselves.
  They are one of the youngest space-faring species of the galaxy and have only been known to the other races for roughly a hundred years. Soon after this discovery however, a lot of Scrofians have migrated all across the galaxy in what is known as the First Exodus, as Scroff is a heavily polluted world troubled by frequent natural disasters. The only Scrofian colony, Vlest, isn't faring much better, as mismanagment, corruption and a disastrous terraforming project drained the once water-rich world. Now, Vlest isa barren world only dotted with mines and industrial zones.
  
  When it comes to their government,there has never been much cohesion for the Scrofians. Many different corporations, warlords and opportunists of all kinds manage to keep unsteady control over Scroff – their power diminished by recent events. In 2567, Scrofian airspace was attacked by an Anacridic hive, forcing the entire species to fight for their survival. Only owing to Federation intervention was the hive pushed back and defeated, but with much of their fleet gone and already being a non-power, the Scrofians became de-facto vassals of the Federation. The humans dissolved the Scrofian military and fleet, causing the Second Exodus– this time of former soldiers and spacers, instead of regular civilians just seeking work on unpolluted worlds.
  
  Despite their small population in thegrand scheme of things, Scrofians can be found almost everywhere in the galaxy and while they are mostly known as hard-nosed mercenaries, usually one would find them doing thankless manual labour. They workin mining, agriculture and factories in small communities on Federation planets or Chünk ships. You will also find a small cornerstore owned by a Scrofian on many space stations. They are said to be undemanding of their environment and living conditions. Indeed, their fur seems to adapt to any environmental influence, becoming thicker or thinner, changing in structure – and even changing color –when necessary. This usually happens over the course of a season, but their great adaptability is undeniable. Pragmatic, direct, modest,tough and thrifty are other adjectives often attributed to the Scrofians. Most humans look down on them as folk to do the dirty workand/or dirty folk. They seem to dislike the spectacle that is part of life in the Federation, but they aren't as uncultured as they are often said to be.
  
  Food and drink play an important part for Scrofians everywhere and while it is true that they can digest a large variety of food, they have complex traditions when it comes to hospitality and communal dinners. Mushrooms of various kinds arehighly sought after, as is honey. Scrofians are also known to be lovers of cheese, prefering especially strong and funky flavors –and creating psychedelic variants too. Their excellent sense of smell isn't strictly tied to food and can be attributed to their large snouts. In ancient times, snout-wrestling was the common way to compete for female attention and while this particular contest has fallen out of fashion, Scrofians still value feats of strength and sports of all kinds are popular.
  
  Scrofian technology is outdated and now mostly reliant on older Federation scraps. Their equipment tends to be old, but still reliable, as everything has been build to be very robust and withstand the conditions on Scroff. Thanks to their larger hands and higher physical strength, most Scrofians gear feels unwieldy and plump to humans. Most Scrofians do not wear boots or shoes, as their goat-like hooves provide them with a lot ofprotection and a firm footing on difficult terrain. They consider it important to wash and maintain their hooves daily. Females tend to bea little shorter and much less bulky compared to the males. They have a higher variety in fur coloration and tend to have longer bristles. It is a common trend among Scrofians to dye the bristles around their snout, on their head and along their spine in bright colors. Some speculate this might be to imitate features of human hair, but the practice predates contact with other species.

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  6'2" (189cm)

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  363lbs (165kg)

  With thick, black fur and a massive frame, Kasimir looks intimidating even at first glance. On second glance, scars and bruises all over his snout and body become visible, where the fur has been slightly singed off. He keeps great care of his hooves and tusks, often sharpening the latter. The rest of his body isnt as well-groomed, the overall appearance is rough and plump. He usually wears a grey track suit or camo-clothing when not on mission.

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  Life is very simple for Kasimir. He travels the galaxy, meets new people with a rich, exotic culture – and gets payed to kill them. The mercenary often claims to desire a boring, peaceful life running his own corner store on a far-away space station, but somehow always returns to life as a mercenary. He is very pragmatic and tends to be gruff and sarky during missions, but only because he knows that there is a dangerous job to be done. Once duty ends, he is far more relaxed and displays a dark sense of humour. He is open-minded to any sort of entertainment or company, only when it comes to his equipment does he stick to what is tried and true.
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  Kasimir Sklovov was born into a poor working class family on Scroff. He doesnt like to talk much about his childhood or his past in general, but he did fill out his application dilligently. As the youngest of seven siblings, he found himself constantly competing against the older children.
  With only the most basic education, he moved from job to job and town to town as a daytaler. He got stuck working at an algae farm, but the conditions must have been horrible. At the earliest opportunity Kasimir enlisted with the Scrofian military, which promised a way out of poverty. He soon found himself part of the desperate Scrofian attempts to push back an Anacridic hive invasion. After long fighting, he found himself amongst many veterans uprooted by the Federations decision to disband their units.
  Following the Second Exodus, he now traveled the stars, selling his services as a mercenary. Many attempts have been made to find a civilian occupation, with him trying his luck as a miner, bartender, mailman, hoverbike mechanic amongst other things. But he always ended up signing with another PMC, unable to leave life as a mercenary behind him. Operation: Colony Salvage seems like another paycheck to him.
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  Kasimir does not possess psychic genes. He has seen a lot of psychers suffer horrible backlashes during his many battles, so prefers not to stand to close to them.

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  • 1 WCR-33: A rugged assault rifle, chambered in 12,7 x 109mm. Old, but very reliable and offering devastating fire power (An AK-sized DSchK)
  • 1 Cheyenne Classic .357 Magnum Revolver: Stolen from a flashy Federation officer, it is both status symbol and back-up handcannon
  • Light Body Armor with additional neck protection
  • Custom Helmet with headset, protective goggles and a taped-on flashlight
  • 1 Sharpened Spade, useful for work and melee combat
  • 1 Folding Multitool: old and worn, but still handy
  • An assortment of various grenades and improvised explosives
  • Emergency cheese rations

  
  
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  Likes

  Trying new food, Rugby, Hot Baths, Strong Cheeses, Games of Chance, Partying with comrades

  Dislikes

  Anacrids, Overzealous Psychers, Pretentious folk, Most music

  Last Games Played.

  Scrofian Battle Poker

  Music Playlist.

  Unavailable at this time.

  Company Infractions.

  None.

code by @Nano

 

[homintales]

"What Sound Will You Make When You Land? Think You'll Hear It Before You Die?"​

The Basics:

Name/Alias: Maria Arcturus
Sex: Female
Age: Inapplicable (Physically in 30's)
Role: Explosives Expert / Interrogation
Species: Demon

Physical Characteristics:

Height: 7'1
Weight: 252lbs
Description: Maria is simultaneously attractive & stunning, while also carrying quite the extremely terrifying presence. Bloodshot red eyes, crimson scars all across the woman's figure, not to mention, Maria's significant stature is enough to make most people run away from just a quick glance. It is usually a 50/50. Some see Maria as a sight to cherish, to take in. While others recognize the Demonic signs immediately.

Background:

Thanks to all the various unknowns, there isn't much on Maria's past to speak about. Only that, assuming there is one to start, Maria is always starting wars, large & small. As a Demon, it was natural. So many people fighting in one location also meant there were just so many souls to take. To a Demon, aside from something like slave trading, this was the most profitable line to work in. Which is why she will always remain a mercenary. By some miracle, Maria has spent zero time in a single jail cell. It's not a crime if you don't get caught.

Personality:

Blunt as it is to say, Maria is a complete sociopath. She is without conscience, unable to feel empathy & finds it even more impossible to give anyone sympathies. She views people as objects, extensions, simple tools to achieve tasks. Maria isn't going to flinch when she sees torture, mutilation, anarchy, genocide, terrorism, & anything else that makes even the most empty people at least a little weary. Maria is able to enjoy most vices, like anyone else working as a mercenary in such a cruel Galaxy. She prefers soft men & women, people she can throw across a room, assuming she feels like it. While she prefers working alone, Maria is perfectly willing/able to work alongside others, assuming the situation requires it.

Abilities:

Maria, like several Demon friends, possesses Telemancy. Brainwashing is specfically Maria's favorite. She uses these abilities to insight chaos inside people's fragile/easy to access minds. From there, she shows them no mercy, forcing them to see unimaginable nightmares. She finds it quite amusing & that it's a nice way to save ammunition.

Equipment:

Maria's equipment reflects the female Demon's personality quite well. She carries an M16 Machinegun she stole from a museum when an earthquake completely tore the place to shreds. She personally makes all the ammunition. She takes at least seven fire grenades on every single mission. Protection wise, Maria wears the unbeatable N7 equipment. Did she earn it? Absolutely not. She stole it from some unlucky female Spectre who thought Maria was a nice lady to share scotch with. Needless to say, she was wrong. Now Maria has got some unbreakable attire.​

 

[Ayama]

• Qira
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  • Family legacies can be tough to live up to...

    The isolationism and individualism of Asinion society means that, unlike the Federation of Man, they tend, as a whole, not to have a lot of famous people that every Space Elf will know of. The Silverstar family is one notable exception.
    
    Of course, 'Silverstar' is what the Federation of Man crudely translates this well-known Asinion family name to be. A much closer translation would be 'Star Knowers', but of course they didn't think that sounded quite as cool, so they switched it up.
    
    Anyway, the Silverstars are a family of famous Asinion explorers. For generations, they've gone to the furthest regions of space, discovering planets and systems none of their race had ever gone to before, enriching their people's knowledge and reach.
    
    The undisputed greatest member of the previous Silverstar generation is August Silverstar, who ventured as far as the Galactic Core in search of the life that might be found at the center of a black hole, and instead found... you guessed it, Space Dragons.
    
    The Asinion being so much older and longer-lived than humans, he became, in effect, one of the very first Star Dragon Knights, setting a precedent for the bond between creature and dragon upon which the Order itself would be founded.
    
    August's partner, Atalana Silverstar, was another famed explorer, who bonded with a dragon herself and then left to explore the far reaches of the universe, never (at least up until this point) to be seen again. This essentially cemented the Silverstar legacy for the rest of the Asinion race, making it quite a tough act to follow for their children.
    
    Amara Silverstar was born nearly a full galactic cycle ago (about 200 Old Earth years). An unnaturally tough and precocious child, she eventually grew into one of the most renowned Dragon Star Knights in the 'verse until, one day, she was brutally murdered by demons, when her younger twin sisters were still aging.
    
    It came as a terrible shock to Qira, who had idolized her older sister more than anything, and now felt the weight of responsability- to live up to her family name and carry on her sister's legacy- fall squarely on her too-young shoulders.
  • But space dragons make everything better...

    The young Asinion shouldered her newfound burden with ardent zeal, determined to make her family, and especially her sister, proud.
    
    She traveled to the Galactic Core with Kira and, like her sister and parents before her, bonded with a Dragon. She quickly made a name for herself as a Dragon Rider of some renown, though she was far too willing to put herself in harm's way and more than once ended up in over her head and needing to be rescued.
    
    Still, she garnered a reputation as an honorable Knight, especially willing, always, to help the helpless, the defenseless, and the poor. She followed the code of knightly conduct zealously, often punishing with undue alacrity those who went against or betrayed it.
    
    Unfortunately, her disregard for her own safety in these types of situations extended past herself to those who were with her. One day, on a mission she doesn't like to remember or talk about, she was taunted past all reason and fell directly into an enemy's trap when he lured her and her sister in to the rescue using hostages as bait.
    
    Seeing red, Qira rushed in headfirst without thought to the consequence, Kira following close behind, much as her older sister had done all those years before. The result? Both sisters' dragon mounts were killed, the Greater Dragon they answered to broke their bond forever, and they were expelled from the Knightly Order.
  • ... Until they get killed.

    After this, the sisters wandered. Each dealt with their grief in her own way and, though they spent much-needed time apart, they always ended up coming back together.
    
    This was unusual in and of itself, as Asinion were not generally known for their strong family ties, holding the individual pursuit of knowledge and accomplishment much higher than any other value. But with their parents, older sister, and dragon bonds gone, the two sisters felt they were all they had left in the 'verse.
    
    Qira felt too ashamed to return to her people in pursuit of her Path, and so she dealt with the other races instead. She worked as a bodyguard for Chünk merchants, a sellsword for the Federation of Man, an occasional advisor to the Zeta Empire...
    
    Her travels and encounters with different peoples and civilisations soothed her aching heart, and she was able most times to keep her mind from her losses and her shame.
    
    Her last mission had been a dangerous one- the rescue of two Chünk children held hostage in an attempt to wrest an enormous amount of Kraks from their insanely wealthy parents. Qira went in sword flying and with no care for her safety, as always, and it was only the timely and well-calculated intervention of her sister that saved her life.
    
    It was on a planetside bar, as the two sisters caught up with each other after having rescued the kids and brought in the bad guys, that Qira suggested they take part in the upcoming operation of the Planetary Salvage Corporation. Kira was reticent as always, but it had been years since her sister had asked her to do anything with her and, unable to refuse, she had relented.
  • Anyway, here's some info.

    Name: Qira Atalana Silverstar
    Nickname(s): Fluut (the fluut are a species of particularly dumb space bird that has a habit of running headfirst into things- woe betide anyone who should attempt to use this nickname except her sister)
    Alias(es)/Title(s): The Reckless Knight
    Age: 58 (in Old Earth years)
    Race: Asinion
    
    Appearance: She has the tall stature, fair skin, and pointed ears common to all her race, as well as the long, fair hair she shares with every member of her family. At 5'9 and 135lbs, her body is lithe, toned, and athletic, used to fast, explosive, and reactive movement in support of her head-on fighting style.

    Planet of Origin: A-52 (her parents happened to be near a Federation world on the day of her birth)
    Family: August Silverstar, Knight of the Order (father, deceased), Atalana Silverstar (mother, not in the picture), Amara Silverstar (older sister, deceased), Kira Silverstar (twin sister, currently employed by Planetary Salvage Corporation)
    Allies/friends: Those she's worked or fought with in the past, whose values she shares
    Enemies: Anyone out for themselves or willing to hurt people to get what they want
    Motivation(s)/goal(s): To live up to her family name and be someone she can be proud of

    Role: The Brawn (footsoldier and tank)
    
    Abilities: Like her older sister, Qira's original psychic power is Biomancy which, combined with Toxomancy, she mostly uses to make herself stronger and immune to things. This is complemented with basic Technomancy, which she only uses to power her mechsuit.
    Drawbacks/perils: Qira has a tendency to just go without thought for the consequence. As a result, she often overexerts herself, taxing her body to the point of foolishness and ensuing weakness, forcing others to end up having to protect her.
    
    Skills: Close-range and hand-to-hand combat training, good sense of direction
    Strengths: Her psychic abilities, determination, and force of will
    Weaknesses: Her lack of foresight, and easy-to-push buttons
    
    Weapons: She carries a sword called Slasher and a dagger called Stinger
    Gear: She also owns a few laser guns, rocket boots, and an old mech (Reaver) powered by her grandfather's soul crystal
    Fighting style: Between her mech, her Biomancy, and her Toxomancy, Qira is essentially built to resist damage, so she's generally the first one into a battle or dropping into an unknown situation, taking the brunt of whatever might be waiting there to strike.
    
    Other: She doesn't like people knowing this, but she is a sucker for puppies (or any cute little animal) and romance novels.
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  • Sisters can be hard to deal with...

    Being part of a family like the Silverstars was not something that, given the choice, Kira Silverstar would have chosen for herself. This is because her family's expectations that she follow in their explorer/warrior footsteps made it all but impossible for her to pursue her true goals in life and, even if she did manage to do just that, the aforementioned notoriety meant that she would only ever be mentioned as a footnote in their grand familial exploits unless she managed to somehow make a truly galaxy-altering discovery.
    
    Unlike her fiercely independant parents and fiercer sisters, Kira' interests lay in the area of pure knowledge. She was interested in science and, from a young age, wanted nothing more than to pursue the paths of Biology, Chemistry, Astrophysics... But of course her family forced her onto the Path of the Warrior, whether she wanted it or not, and she started fighting in campaigns alongside her twin sister when they deemed her ready.
    
    Kira was always nervous and uncomfortable in combat, completely out of her element. When it came to conflict, she preferred to stay in the background, lending support, rather than being at the forefront of things. She'd hoped that after she was successfully done with her training, she'd be able to convince her father to let her train in a different Path.
    
    But then Amara was murdered by demons, their father dying shortly soon after, and all the responsability seemed to fall on her sister's shoulders- a burden Qira was not up to shouldering alone. So she resolved to stay at her side and protect her.
  • But space dragons make everything better...

    After several more campaigns and the end of their initial training, their father declared them both to be ready, and so Kira followed her sister to the Galactic Core, where they bonded with a Greater Dragon and both became the newest Silverstar Dragon Knights.
    
    This bond was freedom and power and access to knowledge such as Kira had never experienced before, and she settled into her new role as a Knight with surprising ease.
    
    Her sister, of course, determined to live up to their family legacy and make their parents and sister proud, ran headfirst into many an awkward situation that Kira ended up having to get her out of. She was frustrated by Qira's lack of discipline, but felt it was her duty to watch over her.
    
    Unfortunately, on the fateful day where her sister's recklessness brought about the death of their Dragon mounts and the end of their Bond, a seed of anger and resentment was planted in Kira's heart. She parted from her sister and, from then on, tried to make her own way.
    
    But such a thing was easier said than done when your only living relative who wasn't halfway across the galaxy was constantly getting themselves into trouble. Kira longed to return to Asinion society and pursue the Path of Knowledge, but felt compelled to rescue Qira each time she put herself in the Path of Easily Avoided Danger instead.
  • ... Until they get killed.

    As Kira traveled the 'verse she was able, in her own way, to learn and make discoveries even if it was in the context of mercenary work rather than the traditional way.
    
    Still, no matter what her situation, her curiosity and thirst for knowledge were unquenchable, and she pursued them wherever she went. She ended up learning a far greater range of things doing this than she might have otherwise, and learned eventually to let go of (most of) her resentment, and see the blessings and gifts in her life.
    
    She would periodically reunite with her sister (usually after saving her ass from yet another ridiculous situation), after which they would sometimes travel and work together for a while.
    
    After the mission to rescue the Chünk children was a success and the two sisters caught up over drinks, Qira somehow managed to persuade her of her latest hare-brained schemed to get themselves hired by the Planetary Salvage Corporation for their newest venture.
    
    Knowing her twin's buttons only too well, Qira lured her in with promises of the great discoveries she could make on the deserted planet, which hadn't been studied at all in the ten years since it had been 'lost'. The allure of this, coupled with a desire to reconnect with Qira and one too many comet-tinis, had convinced her to agree.
  • Anyway, here's some info.

    Name: Kira Amaria Silverstar
    Nickname(s): Specs (Qira has always found it intensely amusing that her sister wears glasses to read)
    Alias(es)/Title(s): The Careful Scholar
    Age: 58 (in Old Earth years)
    Race: Asinion
    
    Appearance: She has the tall stature, fair skin, and pointed ears common to all her race, as well as the long, fair hair she shares with every member of her family. At 5'9 and 128lbs, her body is nimble and reasonably athletic from her training and experience in combat.

    Planet of Origin: A-52 (her parents happened to be near a Federation world on the day of her birth)
    Family: August Silverstar, Knight of the Order (father, deceased), Atalana Silverstar (mother, not in the picture), Amara Silverstar (older sister, deceased), Qira Silverstar (twin sister, currently employed by Planetary Salvage Corporation)
    Allies/friends: Her sister, people she has fought alongside, fellow scholars
    Enemies: Anyone willing to destroy rather than enquire and preserve
    Motivation(s)/goal(s): To make a great discovery and step out from the shadow of the rest of her family

    Role: The Brains (backup and support)
    
    Abilities: Like both her sisters, Kira possesses the ability of Biomancy, though she mostly uses it to enhance and protect her allies or weaken enemies. Her only Telemancy skill is basic telepathy, and usually knowing if someone is lying. She uses her limited Electromancy to identify electrical impulses in living beings for study.
    Drawbacks/perils: Her Telemancy actually makes her more vulnerable to psychic attacks than if she didn't possess the gift- same with her Electromancy. Her Biomancy is always used for others, so it is often done at the expense of her own power and strength on the battlefield, making her vulnerable to physical attacks.
    
    Skills: Mid-range to long-range combat, extensive knowledge, decent piloting ability
    Strengths: Intelligence and strategic acumen, speed and reaction times, marksmanship
    Weaknesses: Close-quarters combat, general physical strength, poor eyesight
    
    Weapons: She carries a small sidearm, and a chain-lanced staff
    Gear: She also owns a long-range rifle and armored bodysuit
    Fighting style: Kira will carefully consider and analyze before heading into any situation, trying to pick the spot where she will be of greatest strategic aid to her team. This is often in mid-range at the back, from where she can buff her allies and debuff any enemy who gets close, and pick them off without having to get in close herself.
    
    Other: She often has her nose buried in a book (usually science), and is usually so lost in concentration that she becomes blind and deaf to what's around her, needing to be physically shaken in order to get her attention.
  code by Nano

 

[Shawdios]

"Y'know, everything is flammable if you try hard enough"

Berke "Flame" Shmin

Fire loving demolitionist

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• 001
  basics

  attack

  defense

  mobility

  stamina

  tactics

  name

  Berke Shmin

  gender

  Male

  nickname

  Flame, Mr Cracked Up, Fizzle doll

  age

  Forty-Two (42), {Twenty-One in his world and species's years}

  role

  Demolitionist / Miner

  Species

  
  

  Spoiler: Porcilavian

  Porcilavian’s are the dominant Avian race that inhabit the planet Flurmere (Other races inhabit the oceans and non-porcilavian ideal lands.) Flurmere is a planet with an ecosystem and terrain similar to earth, but is closer in size and gravity to mars and with more extreme hills and mountains, the ratio of Flurmere’s years to Terran Standard is roughly 1 to 2.1.
  
  Their typical life span is roughly 100-150 Terran Standard years, with records of some porcilavians achieving over 200. Beauty, age and usefulness is what their race values, usefulness is the largest influence but age and beauty are the second and third most respectfully.
  
  With their skin appearing similar to that of porcelain dolls, they were dubbed Porcilavians by Humans’ upon discovery of Flurmere. However, their skin isn't actually porcelain, but the toughness is close to it in some areas. Their anatomy is extremely similar to that of a bird’s, but they’re distinctly humanlike in most aspects. Around 60-70% of the porcilavian population’s hair is the same color as their skin and feathers.
  
  
  Their skin can chip off (in pieces) in some places if the area is crushed or hit with hard enough impact. When healing, the pieces need to be placed back in order for it to be healed without there being a divot where the piece should have been. When their skin is chipped enough to bleed, the entire top layer of skin has come off. Otherwise the exposed skin is simply thinner and is a more muted pink-ish color (The pigment is also faded if the skin had a bright pigment.) Scratches are fine and easily buffed out, as long as they give their skin time to grow and thicken afterwards. If their skin is pierced enough to crack and bleed, it will leave a scar.
  
  It's considered impressive by their culture if your skin is unmarked (due to the harder areas scarring more easily), along with it being shiny and smooth.
  
  Skin color is a very wide spectrum, from bright saturated shades of color to muted grays. Their skin is softer/squishier around their joints and face. But it’s still tougher than humans' skin. Their legs are highly sensitive to rough textures, due to those parts of the body being where their skin is the hardest and most likely to get scratched. Most Porcilavians will opt to not wear shoes and will wear loose pants or a skirt/dress/robe because of the severe discomfort.
  
  Their top layers of skin become harder as they age and new skin grows underneath. If they were to let it grow and not scrub the old layers away when bathing, eventually they would shed the oldest layers like a snake would shed scales. But only in rare cases has it gotten to that point.
  
  
  Their wings have feathers with extremely stiff barbs that don't bend easily. And, Due to them having wings, preening is a constant routine they do everyday. It is considered a social common to have a friend preen your wings.
  
  Porcilavians are mainly herbivores, (there is exception for subspecies with carnivorous descent) they can eat meat but don't need to for their diet. This mainly came from the common use of biomancy to grow food faster.
  
  Their natural language (which is dubbed Spawn by the people who remember it) is an instinctual chirping language newspawns know but are quickly trained out of using and are instead taught the universal spoken language. Spawn is a mix of words and emotion/expression. It used to be a very in depth language, but due to most pocilavians forgetting the language and the only reason it being somewhat remembered is newspawns, the language is very bare bones and leaning towards emotional based.
  
  Porcilavians have only recently, within the past 300 Terrian Standard years, been introduced to space travel and have not explored far from their system. This is mostly due to them preferring to stay on their world, and being somewhat disinterested in space. Perfering to study their planets oceans instead. A few space stations exist orbiting around various planets in their system that are used for study. They would be increasingly uncommon to find the farther you go from their home planet.
  
  The Human arrival to Flurmere is referred to as the Day of Fallen Light and their arrival sparked the decimation of a lot of their beliefs and traditions.
  
  Before the human’s arrival and introduction of democracy, their government was an oligarchy based on age. The elder porcilavians would run the planet as a group, with each elder being from a certain group of towns and cities. An elder is no longer considered eligible to be in the running group if they are physically unfit to do the common job the average citizen could do. Then the position was filled by the next eligible person (from the area) that wishes to accept the position, or that the previous recommends.

  appearance

  height

  6'1" (185cm)

  weight

  165lbs (74.8kg)

  Flame is a very lanky individual. However, he has gained a surprising amount of muscle strength over the course of working with the Demolition team and adjusting to a heavier gravity. He’s very lean and nimble. He’s also developed quick reflexes and speed from life with flight. You want something transported quickly? Ask a Porcilavian.
  
  
  Most would avoid him by the way he holds his posture in an odd hunched over, and what some would interpret as crazed, way. There are crack and divot scars littering his body, but the most notable ones are the groups centered on his feet and legs along with the two trailing ones on his face. Burn scars cover most of his hands. He has noticeably large eyes to a Human’s standard, but typical for his race, they’re a deep brownish-red color that tends to bend in with his pupil. His hair is often unkempt, but he swoops it back reflexively after someone looks at him for too long. He has pale wings, and pale skin, but his hair is inky black. He’s tall even by porcilavian standards.
  
  He’s often wearing a button up with hemmed holes for his wings and cargo shorts, however he does own a trench coat for when it rains and steel toed boots for when he’s working.
  

  personality

  If you were to ask Flame to describe himself in three words, he’d reply with “I like fire”.
  
  Flame is a theatrical pyromaniac with little self control. He’s incredibly impulsive, recklessly so, and his impulsiveness has led him into many difficult situations. However, loyalty means the world to him and he’ll bend over backwards for the ones he respects. When he’s nervous he acts all full of himself and projects fake confidence. If you get him talking about the intricacies of fire, you better be prepared for a long ramble about how different fuel sources burn, which look the prettiest, which are most efficient, and how unique environments affect them. Music is one of his guilty pleasures, and he's often found singing or listening to music while he works or tapping out a random tune on his arms or with his feet.
  
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  background

  As with most young Porcilavians, Flame spent his early years thrown into life and scrounging to survive. While Flame was going through this period, he found his love for fire and ability for Pyromancy during his first winter on his own. He eventually was pitied by a well off Porcilavian enforcer named Flint and he took Flame under his wing.
  
  During the Porcilavian equivalent of Teen Years, Flame’s impulsivity and non-psychic induced Pyromania was his downfall and he spent a lot of time in and out of what Humans would percive as a detention center. He repeatedly got in trouble for setting small things on fire and getting into fights. Each time, Flint would try his best to mitigate the extreme punishments with his influence as an enforcer and then lecture Flame about being careful with fire or to stop instigating people. Most fights were due to Flame’s destructive and reckless fire tendencies becoming infamous and him being blamed for fires that he wasn’t the cause of or that he actually was. When he wasn’t in the dentenion center, he worked as a miner and transporter of minerals.
  
  After a large argument between him and Flint, he decided to blow off some steam and caused nearly 10 miles of forest to burn down along with several buildings. Leading to him being scorned in his homeworld. He was incarcerated and he lived out the next 16 Earth years there. Once out as an Adult, he had no desire to live out the rest of his life as the town crazy who burnt down everything, so he went offworld and found work on a demolition team. He's also found side work at taverns as an entertainer with a few members of the team.
  
  Ten Terran Standard years later, Flame hears about the potential riches to be earned on Operation: Colony Salvage. He applies for the job and prays on his lucky stars that the company would look past the arson on his record.
  
  
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  Psychic Abilities

  Pyromancer Expert

  
  Flame is very proficient in his pyromancy and he loves using it to make sparks, fire puppets, and fireworks alongside burning things. He’s highly skilled in creating large destructive explosions through heating certain objects or liquid, and directing their blast size with help of some aeromancy. After hearing the horror stories from others on the Demolition team about Psychic overuse, he learned and developed skills in more traditional ways of lighting/starting fires and explosions.
  

  Aeromancy Novice

  
  his only experience with this type is through minimizing explosive blasts and diverting winds to either feed or starve fires.

  weapons

  Equip 1

  As a Demolitionist and Miner he usually carries...
  
  

  • Demolition tools:

  Sledgehammer​

  Crowbar​

  Demo bar​

  Pillars and hammer​

  Thick gloves​

  Protective goggles​

  Lighter/matches​

  Fire starters/small 2 litter jug of gasoline​

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  • Mining tools/items:

  Two Pickaxes​

  Mask with ventilators​

  Flashlight and Light torch​

  Some explosive materials​

  Batteries​

  Helmet with radio, safety visor and headlamp built in​

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  +Large Bag to carry all above items
  
  
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  extra

  Likes

  Taking Risks, Adventure, Music, Burning things down, Soaring, Spicy food, Dancing, Singing,

  Dislikes

  Being trapped, regulations, the cold, staying still, oatmeal, feeling unclean, his hometown, cats

  Last Games Played.

  The Knife Drinking Game

  Music Playlist.

  Company Infractions.

  (if applicable) Destruction of Company property,

code by @Nano