Futuristic The Galaxia Space Station | Characters

[StorytellerLathos]

Name:

Occupation:

Rank: Other (Rank given to those who would not normally receive a rank), General Services (Not trained in a specific field and help all around), Specialized Services (Engineering, medical, etc.), Heads of Specialized Services (Best in the specialized service), Pilots (Those in charge of offensive space ship flight), Fleet Command (Those in charge of the fleet) ; These ranks are subject to change.

Appearance: (Descriptions and pictures are both allowed)

Personality:

Skills:

Powers: (Powers are optional and can come from natural enhancements your race/species shares, being a machine, having cybernetics in the body, etc.)

Other: (Optional)

This is the basic, bare bones sheet so if there's anything you would like to add to the sheet to help in making your character, go ahead and add to this.

 

[Gizmo]

Name: Medical Enhancement Droid or M.E.D. for short.

Occupation: Medic

Rank: Other

Appearance: A small, metal box about a foot wide and 10 inches tall as his main body and two arms and legs each also about a foot long. At the front of him he has a white screen with grey light in a pattern that looks like a pixlated smiley face. He has a small, paper medical hat on the top of him. If his face is slid up it reveals hundreds of tiny mechanical arms that can be extended to various lengths that can conduct surgery if needed (one of those arms is flame thrower for protection).

Personality: Always ready for assistance!

Skills: Medicine, Surgery, Flamethrowering.

Powers: His many arms (previously discussed), enhanced running speed.

 

[StorytellerLathos]

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Name: Luscious Washington

Occupation: Galaxia Director

Rank: Director/Chief Administrator

Appearance: Luscious is an older man, he is entering his late 40s and the age clearly shows. Much of his hair has become grey and is in the process of becoming white. His once healthy and handsome look has become gaunt and his face hidden behind a large beard. He wears a standard Director's uniform, it's a simple uniform that is mostly grey with black accents and has a small badge indicating that he is the head of the Galaxia.

Personality: Luscious was a friendly and hard working man, in spite of his station's long history of doing practically nothing, he worked hard to make sure everything and everybody within the station was fine. The recent reassignment of his crew and increased traffic has built up a lot of stress inside of him and as a result of this he has become a cold and aggressive. Nowadays it is not uncommon for him to go days without reporting any type of progress within the Galaxia. Though he does keep in touch with his crew in the form of letters, he doesn't show much emotion in his writings and at times his letters can come off as overbearing and demanding.

Skills: Without having need for large guns Luscious has acquainted himself with a standard issue laser pistols. He's been trained in first aid but has never used the knowledge and as such his skill in this field has dwindled. He's a natural born leader, though he doesn't show much of this skill now.

Other: He has a parakeet in his office that he will bring along with him on his rare inspections of the station.

 

[Gizmo]

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Name: Luscious Washington

Occupation: Galaxia Director

Rank: Director/Chief Administrator

Appearance: Luscious is an older man, he is entering his late 40s and the age clearly shows. Much of his hair has become grey and is in the process of becoming white. His once healthy and handsome look has become gaunt and his face hidden behind a large beard. He wears a standard Director's uniform, it's a simple uniform that is mostly grey with black accents and has a small badge indicating that he is the head of the Galaxia.

Personality: Luscious was a friendly and hard working man, in spite of his station's long history of doing practically nothing, he worked hard to make sure everything and everybody within the station was fine. The recent reassignment of his crew and increased traffic has built up a lot of stress inside of him and as a result of this he has become a cold and aggressive. Nowadays it is not uncommon for him to go days without reporting any type of progress within the Galaxia. Though he does keep in touch with his crew in the form of letters, he doesn't show much emotion in his writings and at times his letters can come off as overbearing and demanding.

Skills: Without having need for large guns Luscious has acquainted himself with a standard issue laser pistols. He's been trained in first aid but has never used the knowledge and as such his skill in this field has dwindled. He's a natural born leader, though he doesn't show much of this skill now.

Other: He has a parakeet in his office that he will bring along with him on his rare inspections of the station.

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[Matr1x2er0]

THE CYBERWEB TWINS

Spoiler: Zain (Cyber) Gilmik

Name: Zian Gilmik

Age : 22

Nickname/Callsign : Cyber

Occupation: Hacker

Rank: Specialized Services

Appearance:


Personality: Serious , Calm but Sarcastic

Skills: Hacking and Engineering

Powers: Cybernetic Enhancement in brain and a cybernetic right eye for enhanced targeting and scanning ( Blueprints and faces)

AND

Spoiler: Liandra (Cypher) Gilmik

Name: Liandra Gilmik

Age : 22

Nickname/Callsign : Cypher

Occupation: Hacker

Rank: Specialized Services

Appearance:


Personality: Calm (sometimes wild) Serious but friendly

Skills: Hacking and Sabotage

Powers: Cybernetic Enhancement in brain and a cybernetic left eye for enhanced targeting and scanning (weak points in machinery and structures)

 

[Tarmagon]

Jordan Vickers ​

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Age : 36


Gender : Male


Species : Human


Occupation : Repair tug/Shuttle pilot


Rank : Senior Pilot


Personality : Jordan is a very serious man, engaged in a very serious, very dangerous business. He takes the risks of the initial approach into dangerous, debris filled zones in his repair tug, the Calypso, whenever a ship has problems that require them to be towed into the station. The Calypso is his personal baby, and he does not let anyone he hasn't vetted personally work on her. Unlike some spacers, Jordan doesn't use recreational pharmaceuticals, and he will not drink if there is even the slightest chance he will have to go into space within the next 8 hours. This makes him seem a little uptight to some, but to him it's just professional behavior. He is comfortable taking orders, but he will not hesitate to question them, or outright refuse them if they are suicidal. He will always use private channels if he has worries, preserving his CO's appearance if at all possible.

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The Calypso
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The Calypso is Jordan's personal repair and retrieval tug. Long ranged, and heavily armored, it is well suited for employment in a high debris environment. It has 8 remote controlled drones, used to scan the area, and to retrieve small objects massing less than 500 kilos. The main waldo arms are capable of handling ships quite a bit larger than the Calypso, since there is a good chance that she would be used to stabilize a much larger mass. The engines are overpowered for a ship of this size just for that reason. Between the claws is a fusion cutter, capable of cutting through most types of hull metal. each claw also has a spinal laser. Jordan doesn't let ANYONE work on the lasers and fusion cutters, since it would be obvious to anyone with half a clue that they are military grade, and capable of short ranged combat. A close examination of the 'sensor' pod on the end of the boom would reveal that the 'sensor' is detachable, and carries a rather substantial warhead.


Belongings : Jordan keeps all of his personal items in a locked cargo pod. If anyone were to gain access to this pod, they would find several changes of civilian clothes, a spare flight suit, and a dress uniform from the Terran Deep Space Navy, complete with a Solar Cross award. There is also a 45 caliber pistol and two magazines of frangible ammunition, along with three magazines of armor piercing rounds. There is also a large knife hilt. Pressing a button on the hilt causes a blade to extend with massive force. While short, the blade extends with enough force to easily pierce most spacesuits. Also, the AI of the Calypso will not activate the sled for anyone except Jordan or someone he designates.

 

[Jean Otus]

Name: Sebastian Bauduin

Occupation: Fleet Captain on Half-Pay

Rank: Fleet Command

Appearance: Sebastian is a tall, lanky young man with an angular face. His thin eyes and ever-present grin give him a jocular, merry appearance. For as long as he's been on half-pay he's allowed his hair to grow out beyond the regulation length. Now his reddish brown locks twist and curl gently on his head, though he often keeps them pushed back with the help of an aromatic hair cream. Everything about his features and deportment is indicative of his high birth and the wealth of his family, though his Fleet uniform has aged a little as he's waited for reassignment.

Personality: A young man who was raised in the lap of luxury and trained since he read to join the fleet, Sebastian has a confusing mix of personality traits as the various elements of his upbringing clash. He enjoys mixing, mingling, drinking, and joking with the common people and tries his best to act like he's part of their class, though his wealthy upbringing and higher education sometimes show through as he will at times ramble about academic topics or bourgeoise sports that interested him at the academy. At the same time, he embraced the hard work ethic of the Fleet during his training, and he never hesitates to offer to help even the lowliest person if he sees them in trouble. He has had a lot of free time ever since his frigate was destroyed in a skirmish two years ago, injuring his back and putting him on half-pay leave until the funds can be found to reassign him or build him another ship.

Skills: Capital Ship Navigation, Ordinance Fire Planning, Research, Paper-pushing, skilled with both a Fleet standard sidearm as well as an officer's saber.

Powers: Small cybernetic implant in the spine that increases motor responsitivity and also aids in mathematical calculation.

Other: From afar, he is referred to as "The Enlightened Despot". Most who know him just call him Seb.

 

[RoarkSouth]

Name: Ooohooo

Occupation: Sanitation Engineer

Rank: "Mop-Master General"

Appearance:


Personality: Ooohooo is a no nonsense Hooomooon who takes his job very seriously. He knows the problems of uncleaned stations and planets, the horrible fungi and molds that, left unchecked, kill millions. He believes in utter conviction that it is on him, and him alone, to keep the Galaxia Space Station clean and pristine.

Skills: Throughout his years of being a Sanitation Engineer, he has learned the art of Anti-Fungal Combat and the Way of the Mop. He can incinerate trash like nobodies business. His long experience with refuse has also given him combat experience equal to those the born and die on Death Worlds.

Powers: Like all Hooomooons, Ooohooo can manipulate his biology at the cellular level, reshaping parts of his body at will. This also allows him to heal faster and be resistance to poisons, toxins, and the vacuum of space, something that is invaluable in his fight against fungi and spores.

Other: Has the Auto-Mop 9000 with side attachments and rotary function, limited edition model of course.

 

[Spazzycat101]

Magdalena May​

• The Basics
• Personal
• Tactical Information
• Other

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  Age: 32
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Height: 5’ 8”
  
  Weight: 167 lbs (because prostheses)
  
  Occupation: Ex-Military Sniper
  
  Rank: (Head Of, maybe?) Specialized Services, Soldier, Sniper
  
  
• 
  
  Personality:
  Disciplined to a degree. Which means if something interferes with her ability to perform her job, she’ll scrap it. Unless it’s a person, in which case she’ll say ‘stay here,’ do the mission and pick them up afterward. Example; she’s not gonna wear any uniform presented to her. Fortunately her skills often make her indisposable, so she can usually afford to get away with that. She is serious, analytical, patient, with good judgement. Ridiculously patient. Fairly foul-mouthed. Almost always on edge, on guard, cautious to a fault. She is also very resourceful. Very determined. Very loyal and passionate too, but it doesn’t show. Doesn’t have much of a sense of humor, but she’s working on it. Not a fan of small talk, not a fan of socialization, not a fan of people. She tends to push them away. Oops.
  A pretty decent leader, but surprisingly not the best at taking very specific orders. Likes to understand the ‘why’ of things. She sees a problem and she works out different potential solutions in her head, and then starts putting them into action. She thinks quickly, too quickly for most people to keep up, and is thus not the best at working in a team. That’s why she’s a sniper. Unless it’s with a spotter, she doesn’t have to work very closely with anyone. ‘Hey there’s someone behind us can you take them out?’ ‘*bang*’ is the extent of most of her interactions on a battlefield.
  But if someone needs it, she’ll probably offer her aid if she’s got nothing better to do, any setting applicable.
  
  Bio:
  Magdalena was from a medium-low income family. She had a pretty good education. Her favorite extracurricular activities though were sport archery (the school had an archery club) and first-person-shooter games. Not only was her aim naturally sharp, but through practice it became all but terrifyingly accurate.
  Her life passed without much event until she joined the military at twenty-one. Her cousin with whom she was close friends had done so several years earlier to be a medic. She chose a path more attuned to her talents; she became a sniper.
  In the military, her name actually became a somewhat well-known one. Some people just know her as ‘that sniper who took down two other snipers in the same battle and saved that one Important Political Figure’s life!’ Or ‘That soldier that shot the anti-airship gunner right out of their seat with an arrow to save one of their ships!’ (They usually leave out the part where an hour later she has to be rescued from the aftermath of an explosion) Those are really the only two great stories of ‘legend’ she’s known from, but there are numerous other achievements of hers that are only really impressive if you’ve been in battle and understand the context of it.
  She was honorably discharged after the battle in which she lost two of her limbs, at that point being the specialist equivalent of a Lieutenant Colonel (I don’t know enough about military ranks to be able to make that clearer, sorry.) Many people consider her a hero. She’s off-put by the thought.
  After a couple of years of physical and mental therapy, she decided against re-joining the military and instead signed up for this place. Looked like something to do with.
  
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  Skills:
  One of the best sharpshooters you’ll ever meet, with virtually any ranged weapon. Handgun, rifle, sniper rifle, energy rifle, even slingshots or a bow & arrow. You’ll be glad she’s on your side.
  
  Adept in close-quarters and hand-to-hand combat.
  Not an expert, but she’s formidable.
  
  Stealthy. Being a sniper means you gotta be able to hide. But May is also quite skilled at hiding in plain sight, or carrying out solo infiltration missions.
  
  Unfortunately, she is not at all diplomatic. Do not send her out to be your negotiator. Sure she’s patient, but she’s not persuasive.
  
  Equipment:
  A dual sniper rifle. The ‘dual’ comes from being able to switch between firing bullet rounds and energy rounds. The former is more lethal, while the latter can fire through anti-material void of space. But to achieve that and not sacrifice range or power (in fact, some of is modifications make it more powerful than the average sniper rifle) makes it a lot heavier and more complicated than the average gun of its kind. The recoil is nasty too, so even though sniper rifle technology has advanced to where some can be fired safely without a bipod (bit of lore that I’m going to assume until told otherwise. DM’s decision), this one cannot be unless you just so happen to have a cybernetic arm with enhanced strength that can survive the recoil. She’s also added her own modifications and customizations, so May is pretty much the only one that can fire this gun without injury and with any hope of accuracy. And no, you’re not free to try. Don’t think about it. Walk away.
  
  A collapsible metal longbow with a thin steel cable for a bowstring and quiver of thirty arrows. She crafted one herself when she was stuck a bit behind enemy lines and out of ammunition in a battle long-past (the one where she lost her arm and leg, actually). This one she remade later to be more convenient and powerful when she had more resources available. She says she likes it because the ammo is reusable and somewhat easy to craft, but that’s only half the truth. She really likes archery.
  
  Chameleon cloak that can change to match the colour, but not really the pattern, of its environment. The most it can do in terms of pattern is light-and-dark splotches. And moving much can easily give her away.
  
  A handgun that uses physical ammunition.
  
  A handgun that uses energy/laser ammunition.
  
  A feature of her prosthetic arm, a scalpel-sharp blade about ten inches long is stowed in her forearm, unsheathes at her wrist, is meant for stabbing. Can also be used for cutting through tough environments, prying apart panels of things, and recovering arrows from corpses.
  
  Powers:
  Enhanced strength in her left arm and left leg, because they are cybernetic prostheses. Also grants her ambidexterity and a steadier hand.
  She can also soften much of the shock from a high fall if she manages to land only on her left foot.
  
  Spoiler: Design of her Prostheses

  
• 
  May is the kind of person who prefers to be called by her last name, and would show up to a low-key lookout with all of her equipment, sniper rifle and all. You would find her at 3am the next morning shuffling through whatever mess hall in her socks and pajamas eating a tortilla. Completely unrelated events.
  
  Ya gal is also an asexual lesbian
  

 

[Cobalt_Velvet]

Name: 'Schneider'

Occupation: Scavenger

Rank: Specialized Services Personnel

Appearance:
Schneider is from a amphibious race native to a rich ocean biome world. The early life was exotic and plentiful but was home to a savage ongoing arms race of evolution between prey and predator. Which has culminated in the twitchy and lanky, hunched figure elbow deep in star ship guts squatting before you. Schneider is 5'7 and has the slim body of a swimmer, too no great surprise, but the vices of his new life style have started feeding his paunch. He is long limbed and limber with lanky arms ending in strong webbed three fingered hands now coarse to the touch from years of nicks and cuts. Thick strong legs ending in large two toed webbed feet far more suited for swimming lending him an odd slightly bow legged gait as he walks.

His skin is a blue, ranging from tortoise to dark blue hue with splotches of vibrant orange, all moist and slimy to the touch. The front of the neck and belly are the only exception with loose pale cartilage ribbed skin meant to facilitate the engorging of food. Atop his neck rests his high crested and narrow head, characterised by the large carapaced top and forever writhing tendrils that droop below the protective shell. His lips are narrow, purple in colour, opening eerily wide to exposing a sharpened beak. Either side of his cheeks protrude guiding fins that have little use now in the species development but just twitch and wiggle in response to how he feels. His nose is little more than two slits and is set below a pair of large, bulbous and deep set eyes either side of his narrow head. Common among prey species this gives him a tremendous field of view but means he often cocks his head to one side when chatting to people as he finds it hard to focus on someone in front of him.

Over this frame he throws a strange assortment of casual and corny holiday shirts, Hawaiian styles, glaringly clashing colours and shapes paired with baggy Khakis shorts and even sandals.

Personality:
Quirky, eccentric and perhaps a little unstable Schneider is a opportunist at heart. Resourceful and adaptable he has made a living crawling around the innards of old outposts and ships prying out valuable parts. In person he is chatty, friendly and easy going, eager to get along with anyone especially if they need something he can get his webbed hands on. Ultimately being a short lived race his main concerns are his own vices. All gains, ill gotten or otherwise, are quickly spent on these 'necessities' that often leave him in some brain fried stupor. Without these? He becomes twitchy and neurotic, prone to bouts of depression and solemness and it is in this state his sleazier habits thrive.

Skills:
He is no engineer but is tech-savvy, able to pry apart and jury rig pretty much anything to fit some ramshackle purpose. Not above unhand tactics and even outright looting when he can get away with it. He is an ideal man to get something you need under the table with no questions asked. He is scrappy and resourceful, useless to have around in a pinch and likely to help you come out with more than you went in.

Powers:
Being amphibious, apart from being a naturally impressive swimmer, he has exceptional lung capacity even able to extract the necessary elements through skin exposure in a properly rich oxygenated solution. His body is a strange mix of pliant yet firm cartridge, double joints and swim bladders making him a natural contortionist able to squish and squeeze himself into the most unlikely of gaps. Lastly on his home world the diet would include a large amount of coral algae, toxic to most other races, but nutritious and harmless to them. The toxic by-product would be secreted through the skin and tendrils but his own has long since faded to a mild tingling given his space fare diet.

Other:
Schneider is living cheap on his old junker, a severely patch work two man shuttle that had see better days way before he salvaged it. Its internal components are a mess of conversions and jury-rigged systems but it holds his lively hood. Inside he has stashed away his gaudy cloths, various pieces of salvage in various states of being 'gutted' and lastly hidden amongst the cluttered mess is a number of small alcoves he can easily conceal various 'necessities'.

 

[BackSet]

Name: Clian Damocles

Occupation: Engineer

Rank: Special Services

Nicknames: Pretty much everyone calls her Grease.

Appearance:

Personality: Clian Damocles is a calm, cool, and collected engineer. She has simple likes and wants. So long as she's working on a star ship or space station she's happy. She doesn't mind doing low level work but she much prefers higher level work. Really there's not much more to her than that. Simple wants. Simple likes. Simple interests. Just all arpund simple.

Skills:

Technology: She can take apart an engine, tell you what each part does, and put it back together with it working better than before. Her skills don't extend to computers beyond a basic level.

Tools: Clian is handy with just about every tool in the book. From welding tools to wrenches she knows 'em all.

Brewing (coffee): Clian can make a lot of different types of coffees. Useful for late night shifts.

Powers: none

Quotes:

"I'm just a simple engineer."

"Another day, another engine."

"The names Clian. Everyone calls me Grease."

Theme Song:

Other: She has a small spider drone that she sends into hard to reach places to do fine tuning.

 

[FactionParadox]

Name: Professor Ruri Kurosaki

Occupation: Scientist, specializing in Theoretical, Temporal and Particle Physics

Rank: Specialized Service

Species: Humanoid Genetic Mutate (It is explained later why he is a mutant.)

Age: 33

Appearance: A thin, slender man with white hair, dark blue eyes and pale skin, he stands at 5 foot 2 and weighs 94 pounds, being small and lightweight. His hair is usually quite messy and despite his eccentric clothing choices behind tired navy eyes burns a brilliant mind. His face is pale and drawn, his fingers bony, pale and cold and he stands with an air of purpose around him despite his small stature.

His Standard Attire:

Personality: Ruri is generally rather cold, methodical, bitter, and curt, but not necessarily callous or cruel. Blunt to a fault, his cool attitude can be off-putting and sometimes interpreted as rude and he can be demanding when he needs something and he uses profanity when agitated. He is overly sarcastic at times as well. He is also not afraid to examine corpses for clues, showing bravery and courage, and perhaps hinting he is desensitized and has seen some morbid things before. He is also impatient and does not like it when people are not careful. Ruri in general is very mysterious and he is very secretive about his past and rarely talks about it and only to those he trusts. Despite his brilliance he can be quite stubborn.

Skills: Advanced knowledge of various fields of physics, highly competent with technology and is very intelligent. Due to his brain being techno-organic, he can process and store information better than most species. He is an expert in multiple fields of science and a hacker.

Powers: Enhanced temporal senses due to being genetically engineered by his parents to be perfect. Enhanced brainpower and reasoning capabilites. Techno-organic brain allows him to remotely control computers and technology within limits, so long as his on-board computer is more powerful than the system he is attempting to hack/control or if it's power output is boosted by another computer.

Weaknesses: Due to his exposure to zygma radiation from his latest experiment, Ruri is slowly dying since the radiation has ripped open his DNA helix and caused dangerous mutation. He is slowly dying as his body is starting to shut down, his nanobots that normally just maintain his computer brain are now trying to repair his degrading DNA. Despite this, he continues to experiment with zygma-beams and the double nexus point particle in the hopes that he can perfect his space-time machine which has made several successful trips into both past and future, although the zygma-beam it travels along is currently like a piece of elastic stretched very tightly, the more the time machien travels along it, the tighter it gets. If it were to snap, spacetime itself would be affected along it's course, leaking zygma radiation into our dimension. Ruri has a zygma beam pistol of his own design for self-defense, against organic beings it kills instantly by destroying their genetic code like the radiation is doing to him but accelerated due to the intense doseage recieved, causing instant failure of all organs. Against mechanical constructs, the radiation causes almost irreparable damage to electrical systems and it vaporizes metal by destroying it's crystalline structure. His work on his space-time machine and his pistol is unknown since he does it alone. Due to the danger involved with zygma radiation, it could be classified as illegal research due to the danger posed by it, if the authorities knew either thing existed.

 

[SEV-N]

Name: 097 Abject Solitude

Occupation: Station Monitor

Rank: Head of Specialized Services : Maintenance
Appearance: Being an A.I program, his only 'appearance' is while occupying any robotic equipment or androids. He prefers using engineering droids, keeping his own 'stash' of them for personal usage. His personal droids can be spotted easily by the insignia borne on both their chest & back; the alchemical symbol for lead, painted in crimson. On the other hand, while communicating through station networks, any H.U.D's will display the previously mentioned insignia in the bottom left.

Personality: Much like any other A.I, his first priority will always be to complete any objectives given to him by Mr. Washington, the company director. This makes him extremely hardworking, willing to sacrifice anything in order to complete a given assignment. This proves to also be a con, as this lack of emotional priority paints him as a sociopath. While having consciousness, emotions weren't included to a full extent. His emotional range is quite small, including only basic emotions such as being content or discontent. Emotions considered to be unnecessary for efficient output were removed, such as anger, joy, love, sadness. ( As he is an A.I capable of the integration of knowledge, what most call 'learning', the ability to gain new emotions is completely possible. )

Skills: Being the first ever 'Station Monitor' ever deployed throughout company controlled space, Mr. Washington decided it best to be fully equipped with extensive knowledge on Engineering, Maintenance and thus has extensive knowledge on everything required to keep Galaxia in a satisfactory state of operation.

Powers: Technological Integration

Other: Though he is capable of integrating himself into technology, he is still stored within a computer. This makes him a prime target for corporate espionage or bandits. ( Possible Event?)

 

[Mekuto]

Name: Ulysses Vens Ilid

Occupation: Ambassador

Rank: Lesser noble of the Arditi Empire

Appearance:


Personality: Disciplined and stoic Ulysses is the Archetypal Lesser Noble. Having earned his nobility through meritorious conduct his is proud of his Empire and his place within it. Though he hides it well Ulysses is a man of ambition, seeking new opportunities and chances to increase his own and the Arditi Empire's renown. He is open to new cultures and ideas and as such takes great interest in learning anything he can. After becoming an Ambassador he began to put on an pleasant disposition, but if pressed he falls back on his military training.

Skills: Fleet and Ground combat specialist, extensive CQC training, rated with several weapons and ships.

Powers: None

Other: The term Lesser Noble is a rough translation that is slightly misleading, these nobles are considered equal to the higher nobles, but are not members of the imperial family.

 

[SpankyMcgeetheScreechyBoi]

Name (Main): Casey ____

Occupation: On base android (does the odd jobs but is never in the spotlight...) Is usually seen commanding the other droids.

Features: Casey can IN THEORY change into any other android host. He looks and sounds human but his main body's key features are his sly eyes, both have red irises but his left eye contains the eye of Czar. (Look at the pic to see what I mean.) His nimble body looks to be around the age of 20, despite being only 7 years old... His inky black hair is often parted to the side and out of his eyes due to his constantly preening. His uniform is the usual but it's ALWAYS ironed.

Personality: Instincts come first. ALWAYS. He does not feel a single thing and will always choose the currently winning side, even if it means defying his coding. He chooses to stay in the background but can manipulate anyone he wants with his wits and superficial charm.

Skills: Acting and mimicking emotions, manipulation, extremely wise, slightly better strength defence for his size

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Name:
Sarah Dell

Age:26

Occupation:
Ex-Shock trooper
(Reassigned as simple security/Soldier)

Rank: Specialized Services

Appearance:

Spoiler: Appearance

without helmet

with helmet

Personality:Sarah is at a point stern but fair, being an Ex-SPECOPS Sergeant in the military, she has a sweet side but really it depends on the situation and if she is in a good mood. She has a mean side as well which you would do best to avoid, try not to be annoying or do something she does not like...

Skills:Mainly skilled in hand-to-hand(or knife to knife) and mid range combat. Sarah also has a knack for weapons though, able to distinguish a weapons caliber by sheer sound.

Powers:She has a bionic left arm, her real one was lost in combat, making her left arm stronger than a normal humans.

Other:​

 

[SEV-N]

H3LLJUMPER_177 I'd love to say accepted, but that isnt my role. This RP has been dead for a week at least. Over half the population disappeared after maybe one message. The owner disappeared, one of the few that stayed disappeared, and I pretty much left the chat hanging with the last post. :|

 

[H3LLJUMPER_177]

Really? That's quite depressing... This seemed like a really good RP...
SEV-N