Pandorum: Subpono Astrum

Everyday, people disappear. You see it on the news: Murder, kidnapping, abductions, slavers, people who just decide they don’t want to be found. Thousands, plucked from their lives everyday. And amid these ordinary, expected disappearances, there are whispers. Spoken in hushed tones in dark corners, disconcerting stories of shady individuals seen just before people disappear. One thing run common with all these stories: Each bears a mark, twin V’s orbited by five stars. These reports are overlooked as hysteria; searches for the mark turn up nothing, and ultimately, these people are never seen again.

You are one of these people. You don’t remember how, or when it happened. You don’t know who did it. You don’t know where you are, and some of you might not even remember who you are. You don’t know how long you’ve been in cryo, the life preserving half sleep used for interstellar travel. The one thing you do know? You’re not alone.

So. Pretty vague I know. Its intentionally that way as I plan to reveal more as the RP goes on. We’ll be starting out in a seemingly deserted ship, just waking from cryo. We’ll all be in the same room upon starting. Just follow my lead, and you’ll do fine. I look forward to writing with you all!



Rules:
My word is law.
Humans only
Be scifi realistic
If you have questions, ASK.
If you want to be connected to another character, by all means, go ahead. Just be sure you and the character’s player talk it out and let me know.
DO NOT find/discover things on your own. I will be the ONLY one to drop clues. These WILL be privately PM’d to whomever I decide gets to discover them.
This RP will be played out in
This is rated M.
Three character per person maximum at this point in time. This may be lifted in the future.
Minimum age is to 20 unless I give you direct permission otherwise.
This is SCIFI rp. This means no magic and no superpowers. AT ALL.
Try to keep the OOC stuff to a minimum. Or at the very least stick it at the bottom of the post in a smaller font.
Any large announcements will be in the announcements post. Check it regularly.
If I think of anything else, I’ll let you know.


Character sheet

12 Attribute Points
24 Skill Points
" " - Inexperienced
"*" - Average
"**" - Experienced
"***" - Adept
"****" - Professional
"*****" - Master

Name:
Occupation: (What they did for a living)
Gender:
Age:
Appearance: (If you use a picture please include a small description as well)
Height:
Personality:

Bio: (This doesn’t have to be huge, but for Herbert’s sake I want at least two paragraphs. And no surprises either. If you want your character to have deep dark secrets, I will know them. If you want to keep them out of the bio, fine, just PM them to me. I do NOT enjoy surprises.)

Specialty: (What are they good at?)
Weakness: (What are they not good at?)
Phobia: (Their deepest, darkest fear)
Attributes:

Charisma:
Constitution:
Dexterity:
Intelligence:
Strength:
Wisdom:

Skills:

Explosives:
Lockpick:
Melee:
Marksman:
Medicine:
Piloting:
Repair:
Science:
Speech:
Stealth:
Survival:

Announcements:

I will be out of town the 5th through the 12th.

Name: Leolani Godani
Occupation: Asteroid Miner
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Appearance:

She has deep brown hair and black eyes. The tribal tattoos that swirl down the right side of her body are done in muted tones of black and brown. Her left arm is mechanical.
Info on her arm: Her robotic arm is an Industrial Bionic Arm Mk II; a working model designed more for functionality than blending in or looking sleek. It is capable of bearing great loads and taking more punishment than the average ‘civilian’ model. Equipped with two battery packs it has enough power to function in its basic mode for 96 hours without needing to recharge. It comes complete with four modes--three being customizable and one standard basic; a detachable shoulder plate is included for joint protection, along with attachable chest and back plates for support on high stress jobs. Leolani’s programmed modes are: Basic: for day to day activity. Zero Gee and Micro Gee: for jobs in little to no gravity. High Stress: for jobs that require high energy output and put the arm under stress. The final mode is affectionately called Killfuck: designed specifically for fighting. This mode is quite likely illegal.
Height: 5’10”
Personality: Rock rats aren’t known for their delicate tongues and Leolani is no different. She swears, grumbles, and enjoys more than her fair share of the local rocket fuel; but beneath the coarse exterior she’s not all bad. She’s conversational enough, provided you can get past the slang, and speaks from the heart. Trust is earned through action, not words. Too many years spent as a corporate slave have taught her that words are cheap and rarely true. Once proven, she’s usually willing to lend a hand in tight spots--unless she feels you need to dig yourself out of your own mess. Asteroid belts aren’t well known for their police presence, and as such Leolani is a little jaded when it comes to the law, preferring to handle things herself than bring in the ‘authorities’. This usually involves some form of violence as she’s never been known to turn down a fight.
Bio: Leolani is a born and raised rock rat. Her parents were asteroid miners, their parents were asteroid miners, and her family tree can be traced back through many generations of rock rats. The grit and dust and grease is in her blood.

She grew up in a mining colony funded by Ageis Mining Conglomerate. Zero gee and micro gravity were second nature to her and she cut her teeth on tools. It was a rough life with little room for play. Children often worked after school; their small stature allowing them access to maintenance ducts and other small spaces their larger parents couldn’t fit. Leolani attended the school provided by the company for the miner’s children, though it was quickly discovered that schoolwork wasn’t something the girl excelled at. She persisted though, struggling on at her parents’ insistence. Outside of school she learned all she could of her mother and father’s trade and when she turned fifteen she dropped out; knowing that you either succeeded and got a scholarship to one of the UEF’s(United Earth Federation) universities or picked up tools and followed the footsteps of your parents.

She worked under the table for three years, waiting until she was old enough to be legally employed. At age eighteen she was officially hired as a contract employee for Ageis Mining Conglomerate. The young miner worked hard, toiling day in and day out to pay off her dues to the company and scrape together funds for her own uses. The monotony of rock and space and ship was broken only twice a year, when she drew for time off. That was when she spent most of her earnings like most other rock rats: On leave. A week of non-stop drinking, fighting, sex, and vandalism. All number of vices could be served at the company owned recreation stations. As long as you could pay, anyway.

The next eleven years were spent in much the same fashion, the cycle repeated itself, punctuated only by the occasional visit home.

At 29, her relatively simple life reached a jarring interruption. She was assigned to the ore processing plant in the freighter Chalybs, feeding ore into the crushers. The one she and two others were stationed at had been finicky for over a week; it came as no surprise when it jammed up. Leolani called for the safety cut off to be thrown and once the growl died she clambered forward and stuffed her arm into the mechanical beast’s mouth. A few minutes of fishing located the problem. She grabbed the offending piece of material and with a sharp shove freed it.

The innards of the machine groaned and the miner only had enough time for a sharp intake of breath before it roared back to life. The curse on her lips turned into a scream; the teeth meant to crush ore caught her arm and pulped it, dragging her forward even as she fought it. Over the agonized screams being torn from her throat sounds of her crewmate’s attempting her rescue barely filtered through. She felt her arm beginning to separate; a final tortured shriek and a sickening wet tearing sound, and Leolani blacked out.

When she next came to, everything was in a haze. She couldn’t recognize where she was, the fog of pain meds being pumped into her making the world swim. A man sat at the side of her bed, he quickly introduced himself as Errik Darnell, a representative of Ageis Mining Conglomerate. He explained that there had been a malfunction with the ore crusher’s safety cut off, years of neglect and ignored safety inspections and regulations finally coming to a head. Unfortunately she had lost her right arm; they hadn’t been able to save it. However, the company was going to replace it at no cost to her. They were also going to pay for her hospital bills and all other associated fees. Provided she kept quiet about what caused the accident. If word got out, it would cost the company a large sum of money; and wouldn’t it be better if they could settle this privately with no fuss? Leolani agreed, shortly before dropping back down into the warm, welcome waters of unconsciousness.

She recovered, and Ageis kept their word. She was given a new arm. I wasn’t what she was expecting though. Not an arm that could be covered in synth-skin, not one that could still look inconspicuous in a crowd. No, it was a heavy duty working class arm. Perfect for a miner. Or so the company said. After all, company money, company pick.

She didn’t complain. Even if it wasn’t what she had expected (she had never had the time to really want a particular model) she learned to live with it and rely on it. It gave her an edge; in work, in fights. And life went on. Things went back to normal and though she was plagued by phantom pains in her mechanical arm she seemed to heal perfectly. Two years crawled.

Seven months ago, her life reached a second jarring interruption. Her two brothers had died in an accident along with a handful of other miners. The asteroid had just shattered out from under them, sending some hurtling out into space, crushing others between chunks of rock. Ageis did nothing; no sympathy cards, no time off, no compensation. They swept it under the rug, buried it in a mountain of paperwork. They didn’t even officially inform the families of the deceased. Messages were sent by the dead rock rats’ crewmates.

Leolani spent that sleepless night in silent mourning. She couldn’t cry; it was too sudden, almost too shocking to believe. Maaka and Tipene, they had been twins, six years younger than her. They had idolized her, wanted to work with her when she had first dropped out and signed on. Had always rushed to greet her when she came home or shot her a message for no other reason than share a stupid joke or tell about their latest escapades on leave. They were gone…and Ageis didn’t care.

The rock rat quit the next week, colleted her last paycheck, sold most of her possessions to better line her pockets. She paid for transport to the nearest non-company station and has been drifting ever since. Lost, looking for work, and more alone than she’s been in years.
Specialty: Explosives. Heavy grunt work. Knocking heads together.
Weakness: People skills. Trusting people’s word. Drinking. Resisting a good fight.
Phobia: Being spaced.

Attributes:

Charisma:*
Constitution:***
Dexterity:*
Intelligence:*
Strength:****
Wisdom:**

Skills:

Explosives:*****
Lockpick:
Melee:*****
Marksman:***
Medicine:*
Piloting:**
Repair:*****
Science:*
Speech:**
Stealth:
Survival:

The original image can be found here: http://perkan.deviantart.com/art/Set-power-fist-to-KILLFUCK-61677673

(This is hard... Adult human, with no magic...)

Name: Buttercup Adair, calls herself BA

Occupation: Soldier

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Appearance: http://virus-ac74.deviantart.com/art/GW-Triple-F-93983699

(The girl)
Buttercup is skinny, and any weight she does have is muscle, while her body is a roadmap of scars. She wears her light red hair in two layers, with the back of her hair kept long and in a braid. The rest is cut short, kept at just above her shoulders, and hangs loose. Her eyes are a fierce blue, and she has light freckles on the upper bit of her cheeks.
She wears metal dog tags around her neck, and green protective gloves on her hands and her arms. Her pants are camo, and fall down to her dark brown army boots. A matching brown belt rests around her waist, which has a pistol holstered on the left side. On the right is a fighting knife, just under a foot in length. She also has a stiletto switchblade hidden in her left boot, and a Swiss army knife in her right boot. She wears an orange shirt with a green vest placed over it. In her outside vest pockets she has a roll of bandages, a bottle of painkiller, a small cloth (for cleaning wounds), and a pack of gum. In her inside pocket, located on the left, are three extra magazines for her gun. In the back pocket of her pants is a small wallet, as well as a worn picture of her and Mitch.
Lastly, she has a brown knapsack full mostly of food, along with a few other basic medical supplies.

Height: 5’7”

Personality: BA is fierce, but not blood hungry, though she feels so much more alive when she’s moving and fighting. But, as hard as it is for her to stay still, she knows better than to just go rushing off without some kind of plan. She doesn’t think much of the words of civilians, however, though she will defend them with her very life. She is fiercely loyal, and tough, doing whatever it takes to get the job done. Underneath this hard outer shell, she feels lost, and feels like she’s losing it, with her squad’s death being on her own shoulders. She refuses to show this pain, though, and copes with it by instead becoming harsh and almost uncaring.

Bio: Buttercup was born into a rich family, the only child of the dainty, beautiful, and perfect Mrs. Adair. Her mother wanted her to be just like her, but she had other ideas, instead running about with boys her age on the streets.

When she was eight, she was enrolled in a boarding school for young girls, in an attempt to make her more feminine, but she was expelled after only a few months upon beating up some of the more stuck-up girls in the school, who were several years older than her.

At twelve, she ran away from home, only to be returned by the law enforcement a few days later. This became a regular occurrence, of her running away, to be returned a few days later. Each return resulted in less freedom for her, which just made her run away all the more.

She was fourteen when her parents enrolled her in another boarding school, where she stayed until she was eighteen. The instant the clock struck 12:01, she was gone. Only hours later, she was pulling on an army uniform, to go from one Hell, to another.

BA had thought that she was tough before, but she found herself being pushed to limits she didn’t know she had.

After several years of training, at the age of twenty-two, she finally began to earn some respect, and she moved up in rank. She experienced real combat as well, and watched as comrades died. No war was going on, but there were still situations that required military involvement.

She grew close to one of the members on her team, a man by the name of Mitchell. She called him Mitch, and they traded kisses and held hands each moment they thought no one would see. Then, in a battle that never happened with some rebels who never existed, she made a blunder, and had to watch as Mitch died right before her eyes, as well as the rest of her team. She was left injured, and stranded, with no way to call for help.

However, help did come, a few weeks later. A different squad found her, and took her back to the military. The story came out, about her blunder, about what had happened, but only the highest up knew the blame rested on her shoulders. They gave her an Honorable Discharge, and nobody questioned it, the psychologically damage done to her quite evident, even though she tried to hide it.

She was twenty-six when she reentered civilian life, but spent most of her time in her small apartment, or with doctors and therapists and whoever else.

On the anniversary of her blunder, she gathered together a few things and walked out of the door.

Specialty: Hand-to-hand combat, and guns
Weakness: Doesn’t know how to act around civilians; can be loud at times, stubborn, hardheaded; not as skilled with weapons outside of guns
Phobia: Life being meaningless, and the deaths of her comrades being for nothing

Attributes:
Charisma: * to soldiers, none to anybody else
Constitution: ****
Dexterity: ***
Intelligence: *
Strength: ***
Wisdom:

Skills:
Explosives: *
Lockpick:
Melee: *****
Marksman: *****
Medicine: ***
Piloting:
Repair: *
Science:
Speech: *
Stealth: ****
Survival: ****

Name: Tamol Surofa

Occupation: (In chonological order)Poet, UEF Ship Crewman, Expeditionary Forces Combat Engineer/ Transport/ Airborne Fast Mover Pilot, Horizons (A Private Research and Development Facility): Tools Division.

Gender: Male

Age:38

Appearance: Tamol has black, greasy hair with wavy flicks intermittent on his scalp. His eyes are a very dark brown colour which can be mistaken for black at long distances. His forehead has creaselines and his eyebrows are tense, which gives him a very focused look. His nose is comparable to a pencil eraser with one corner chopped off; people dub it the 'royal nose'. His lips are pale in comparison to his olive-toned complexion. He usually has a gaunt expression with his shaded cheekbones. His build is below average, being skinny. People often comment on his malnourished body. His hands, however, show signs of work, like a farmer's, and indicates experience in handiwork.

Height: 5 foot and 8 inches.

Personality: Tamol is mostly a quiet person. He prefers listening to people, rather than saying his view on the subject because most of the times, he does not have a side of an argument. He is not a rude or anti-social person, but people often comment on how he is very silent. He is not judgemental, but is very calculating of people and explores possible ideas of why people act teh way they do. He is usually very helpful and if there is something that needs to be done, he volunteers himself to do the task at hand. Towards people he has never met before, he takes what they say with a grain of salt. He'll politefully agree and can sometimes make a joke but this is usually the most you can get out of him. Towards people he dislikes, he can often question their views on the matter and ignore them further, despite intimidations made to him. Towards people he likes, he'll hang around them, make more jokes and generally be a friendly presence around them, though he will not be the 'life' of the social gathering.

Tamol dislikes superficial, rude or over-zealous people.
Tamol likes open minded, well rounded and outgoing people.

Bio: Tamol was born to a working class family. Hs father was a surfaceside deliveryman and his mother was a cook in a bar in the local area. Despite being an only child, his parents came across many financial hardships trying to raise him with a good quality of life. However, Tamol excelled well in his studies and was 'gifted and talented'. His dream was to become an inventor. His favourite studies were English, Science, Maths and Design and Technology. When asked how he found study so easy he replied:

"I don't really know. I can just remember things. It isn't that hard, is it?"

During his college years, Tamol had a personal crisis which involved in him not believing that he deserved the grades that he got. He felt as if he was given an unfair chance against the rest of the students and brokedown a lot during his first year. After seeing counselling sessions, he was diagnosed with depression. He still passed college with exceptional scores.

In University, he went on to study Technology and Systems. He enjoyed those subjects particularly well because it was a change from the academic type essays and modules he had to do during his previous years and instead could focus on hsi creative side. He also wrote poetry. The themes he chose to wrote about were feeling 'lost'. He graduated University with exceptional scores again.

After graduation, he was invited to serve on UEF spacecraft as a general crewman. He learned how to set basic co-ordinates for flight and also how to correct flight paths. He found work boring and worked there for only 2 years. He quit at age 23.

After he quit, he was immediately offered a job as a combat engineer for Planetary Expeditions. He then completed basic training which lasted a year and went onto an advanced engineer course which was 2 years. He didn't do so well in marksmanship, lagged behind a bit in the field courses but picked up first aid easily. In his engineering course, he was top of the class. He learned how to operate land vehicles, fix land vehicles and operate scouting arrays at the Outposts. After completing that, he finally went on a 2 year tour of duty.

His tour was relatively uneventful. He was mostly transporting cargo and soldiers withing a safe area and only got into about 5 firefights. Deciding he wanted more excitement in his life, he looked to the Aviations Engineering Course, which took him 3 years to do. Here, he learned how to pilot fast moving attack vehicles, fix most airborne vehicles and provide close air support. He served another 3 years of duty and decided to follow his dream.

He then found work at Horizons, a Research and Development company, specialising in transportation. There he learned how to design efficient components, the science behind fuel and other physics. Tamol thinks that his job his for him and sends money to his parents on a regular basis.

Specialty: Tamol can work with extreme focus and can work exceptionally well under pressure. Has a keen eye for Tool and Component Designs on spacecraft and aircraft and is also good at repairing these tools. By keeping quiet about things, he doesn't get into many bad situations. Can pilot aircraft and has little experience being a ship crewman learning flight controls for spacecraft.

Weakness: He is very resource heavy. He usually needs enough food and water for 2/3 people and also needs time and space to think. He's not good in a physical fight and occasionally question his own actions, which causes him to think pessimistically.

Phobia: Hopelessness. When the situation seems to keep going from bad to worse, Tamol will breakdown at the worst possible time.
For example: Say Tamol is doing research on Air Thruster systems and his department comes across a design flaw. Tamol can work hard to fix the problem without a hitch. However, if the situation escalates, and there are flaws in other departments which coincide with his design, the deadline is coming near, the delivery of specific tools has not arrived yet and there aren't enough workers on call, Tamol will breakdown and will often run to a safe place to numb himself.

Attributes:

Charisma:*
Constitution:*
Dexterity:**
Intelligence:****
Strength:*
Wisdom: ***


Skills:

Explosives:** (Fuel based explosives. Can make makeshift bombs out of Ship Fuel.)
Lockpick:
Melee:
Marksman:* (Basic Soldier Training)
Medicine:* (First Aid Training)
Piloting:***** (Fixed Wing/Aircraft. Can only do limited things in Space Craft)
Repair:***** (Of tools and components. Engineer Experience)
Science:***** (Of chemical materials and substances. Fuels and materials)
Speech:** (Could avoid potentially dangerous situations.)
Stealth:* (Natural)
Survival:** (Basic Soldier Training)

Let me know if I need to change anything

Looks good for the moment, Just make a note by your piloting skill to say that it's aircraft only, not landers or spacecraft. I'll review it again later to be sure I didn't miss anything as I'm checking it before work.

Here are two of my three characters! I'll try to complete them later, I promise! Hopefully later this week, after Finals are over.

Name: William F. Buckley
Occupation: Doctor
Gender: Male
Age: 69
Appearance: (If you use a picture please include a small description as well)
Height:
Personality:

Bio: (This doesn’t have to be huge, but for Herbert’s sake I want at least two paragraphs. And no surprises either. If you want your character to have deep dark secrets, I will know them. If you want to keep them out of the bio, fine, just PM them to me. I do NOT enjoy surprises.)

Specialty: Doctoring, and other general healing knowledge. Most especially good with ear/nose/throat afflictions.
Weakness: William is not the most subtle person around, and he cannot repair anything worth a damn. Every time he's tried, William has made the unfortunate machine even worse.
Phobia: Heights
Attributes:
Charisma: ***
Constitution: *
Dexterity:
Intelligence: ****
Strength:
Wisdom: ****

Skills:
Explosives:
Lockpick:
Melee:
Marksman: ***
Medicine: *****
Piloting: *
Repair:
Science: ***
Speech: ****
Stealth:
Survival: *

12 Attribute Points
24 Skill Points
" " - Inexperienced
"*" - Average
"**" - Experienced
"***" - Adept
"****" - Professional
"*****" - Master

Name: Dorothy L. Beck
Occupation: Teacher
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Appearance: (If you use a picture please include a small description as well)
Height:
Personality:

Bio: (This doesn’t have to be huge, but for Herbert’s sake I want at least two paragraphs. And no surprises either. If you want your character to have deep dark secrets, I will know them. If you want to keep them out of the bio, fine, just PM them to me. I do NOT enjoy surprises.)

Specialty: Teaching, and otherwise imparting general knowledge. Especially knowledgeable in world science.
Weakness: Cannot cook worth a damn, nor is she very capable of defending herself.
Phobia: The Afterlife.
Attributes:
Charisma:
Constitution:
Dexterity:
Intelligence:
Strength:
Wisdom:

Skills:
Explosives:
Lockpick:
Melee:
Marksman:
Medicine:
Piloting:
Repair:
Science:
Speech:
Stealth:
Survival:

That works Magus. Oh, by the way, I'm back now.

Name: Raven "Rae" Vanella
Occupation: Prositute/part-time cashier in gun store
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Appearance:
Rae is a natural redhead and her roots are beginning to show it and her eyes are a pale blue but she wears purple contacts. Lithe, small in built.
Height: 5'2"
Personality: Rae can come off as indifferent and reversed and she usually is. She has a hard time opening up to people truthfully and completely but is very charsmatic and charming when she wants to be. Rae is not cold, but because she has to pretend sometimes in her work, Rae has trouble connecting with people. Rae can be very sweet.

Bio: Rae grew up in a small family that got by just fine. She lived in a small town in Canada, but eventually moved to Washington (the state) at the age of seven They did dip into the poor social class a few times. Rae was a bit rebellious as a child and she would run off and have fun with the other children in her town, having fake adventures. She had her first kiss at ten by a boy who "rescued" her from a monster. They went on to be really good friends.

In middle school things started to change as her family hit a period of poverty. The way Rae dealt with it was to go over her friends houses to eat there. But in the ending of eighth grade, her family found it's footing and things got better. That was until a couple months later when their house burned down by an accidental fire. Rae's memory of what happened afterwards is blurry, but she ended up with her father still in Washington. After the divorce of her parents, Rae pulled a way a little and became a bit of a bad girl, going back into her rebellious streak. She lost her viginity at the age of fifteen to her first kiss and they dated for a while. Once Rae was eighteen she moved away.

Struggling Rae looked for work. A friend helped her get a part-time job at a gun store and because of this, Rae got her liscene to own and possess a gun although she didn't know much about shooting. She learned a little of working on guns, but just the basics. Rae still had a difficult time and wanted to find a better earning job. A new friend said she would hook her up and Rae had her first client, mostly unaware. Once she learned what was going on, she decided to go along with it. Rae is looking for a way out of her current predicament.

Specialty: As a prositute she is good in seducing people and of course in sex, knowing almost all forms. Rae is also good in keeping off the radar and can lie very convincingly.
Weakness: She is horrible in being committed to people and sometimes ideas/plans and is flightly.
Phobia: Being in a sitation beyond her control, mainly and oddly like rape. People not caring what happens to her.

Attributes:

Charisma: *****
Constitution: **
Dexterity: ***
Intelligence: **
Strength:
Wisdom:

Skills:

Explosives:
Lockpick: *
Melee:
Marksman: **
Medicine:
Piloting:
Repair: **
Science:
Speech: *****
Stealth: *
Survival: ***

I finally finished two of my three characters! Huzzah! Hopefully I can get the third one out later this week before New Year's Eve approaches. If I can figure out what I want to do with my third character.

Name: William F. Buckley
Occupation: Doctor
Gender: Male
Age: 69
Appearance: William is an older, dark-skinned gentleman. He is completely bald, but he doe shave a nicely trimmed beard (and said beard is already showing signs of gray hair). William also has only one organic eye. The edges of his left eye are covered in faded scar tissue, and the eye itself has been replaced by an enhanced, bionic eye integrated with his brain. Aside from that, William is an otherwise unremarkable looking older man. His organic eye is green colored, and his bionic eye has no real pupil or eye color to it, aside from a red glow that emanates from the eye's center.
Height: 6'2
Personality: William is a very gruff and snarky person. He isn't the best company to hang out with, but William is a better man than he seems. While he will be difficult to get along with, due to the sudden separation from his family, William will become a gentler person over time.

Bio: William grew up as a normal lad and had a nice, loving family. He followed in the steps of his parents in eventually going into medical school to become a doctor. After graduating, William took a commission with the military and served as a field medic for over ten years. After this, William was honorably discharged and he went on to work in the private sector, taking over the family clinic in his hometown.

Like other normal people, William eventually settled down and married a girl he very much loved. Together they had four kids, two of them going on to become doctors themselves. For many decades, William enjoyed a happy and relatively peaceful with his family and friends. Though he had difficulty expressing his emotions and flashbacks to the War haunted him from time to time.

Now, however, William is slowly awakening to find that he is far from his home, and from his friends and family....

Specialty: Doctoring, and other general healing knowledge. Most especially good with ear/nose/throat afflictions.
Weakness: William is not the most subtle person around, and he cannot repair anything worth a damn. Every time he's tried, William has made the unfortunate machine even worse. It's gotten to the point that if you want to sabotage a machine, William would be an ideal person to do it by accident!
Phobia: Heights
Attributes:
Charisma: ***
Constitution: *
Dexterity:
Intelligence: ****
Strength:
Wisdom: ****

Skills:
Explosives: *
Lockpick: *
Melee: **
Marksman: **
Medicine: *****
Piloting: **
Repair:
Science: **
Speech: *****
Stealth: *
Survival: ***

Name: Dorothy L. Beck
Occupation: Teacher
Gender: Female
Age: 36
Appearance: Dorothy is a modest and comely young woman. There is nothing too remarkable about her, expect for the fact she has an odd tattoo on her right cheek. Otherwise Dorothy is an average woman of average build. She has long, raven hair with golden streaks down the middle of her hair. She has blue eyes, is of pale complexion, and wears little to no make-up.
Height: 5'5
Personality: Dorothy is a kind and sweet young woman, with great patience due to her dealings with young grade school children. She can have a nasty temper, however, when driven to anger. Still, she does her best not to get angry, and tries to be as calm and loving and peaceful as she can.

Bio: Dorothy was raised by her grandparents since she was four, after her mother and father were killed in a burglary gone wrong. Over time she grew to love and accept her grandparents as much as she did her mother and father, and came to especially idolize her grandfather as she grew older. At his urging, she decided to become a teacher, and began the necessary training for that. It turned out to be a very good career choice, as Dorothy found she worked very well with young children.

After she began teaching sixth graders, Dorothy's life settled down into a relative peace and stability....or what others might call stagnation. Dorothy never married, though she did have boyfriends from time to time, and was even briefly engaged before she broke off the engagement. Aside from her continued success in teaching, Dorothy's life never really improved or changed that much as the years went by. A part of her hated that, and grew to secretly despise her life, but Dorothy has largely tried to suppress such feelings over the years. Now, however, she might get some much needed change, as she awakens on this strange craft....

Specialty: Teaching, and otherwise imparting general knowledge. Especially knowledgeable in world science.
Weakness: Cannot cook worth a damn, nor is she very capable of defending herself.
Phobia: The Afterlife.
Attributes:
Charisma: **
Constitution: ***
Dexterity: *
Intelligence: ***
Strength: *
Wisdom: **

Skills:
Explosives:
Lockpick:
Melee: **
Marksman: *
Medicine: **
Piloting: ***
Repair: **
Science: *****
Speech: ***
Stealth: **
Survival: ****

They look good guys! Accepted, the whole lot of them!

Done with BA! Finally...

Accepted!

Wow. I'd forgotten all about this....

Sorry! I'll just use my two characters, maybe create a third, later.

Will this be starting anytime soon?

Name: Peirce Valhorn

Occupation: Project engineer for Suezo Research and Technology

Gender: Male

Age: 26

Appearance:
Peirce is gangly and has the unhealthy glow of someone who spends far to much time in front of a screen. His left forearm is riddled with scar tissue, a memento from a feral dog.
Height: 6'1

Personality: Peirce is vain, and often arrogant to an extreme, he will often be pointlessly hurtful to those he deems 'in need of a firsthand experience with eugenics.' Though grating, once properly acclimatized to an individual, Peirce is capable of shows of loyalty that would put most people to shame. And, on the rare occasion that he feels the need to show compassion, it is always genuine, though delivered in a backhanded manner.

Specialty: Generally has a fair understanding of most scientific fields. If anything, he would be considered a technical adviser.

Weakness: Perice lacks any real upper body strength, and is easily over powered in close quarters.

Phobia: dogs. All dogs.

Attributes:
Charisma:
Constitution:
Dexterity: *****(5)
Intelligence:*****(5)
Strength:
Wisdom:**(2)

Skills:
Explosives:*(1)
Lockpick:
Melee:
Marksman: **(2)
Medicine:***(3)
Piloting:*(1)
Repair: *****(5)
Science: *****(5)
Speech: ****(4)
Stealth: **(2)
Survival: *(1)

Bio: Peirce was the single child born in a blue collar family to two gambling addicts, on the space colony Mochi. While certainly not a traumatic childhood(he sure as hell never went hungry) he never had access to all the things he needed growing up. If asked what he meant by that, he would simply show you his arm and recount the tail of him being attacked by a rabid dog at age six, an attack which he never received treatment for due to his parents negligent spending. But, rather than stew in this anger, he threw himself at his school work with a ferocity that would shame most others. At age 23 he graduated from Mochi Technical University, with a major in Engineering and a minor in Bio-Cybernetics.

Peirce remained on Mochi for almost half a year, working for a local research and development company. Things were going swimmingly until his father contacted him, telling him of a new debt that he had gotten himself into. Reluctantly, Peirce handed over the money to pay off his parents debt, thinking that maybe they would reform. Sadly, he late learned that they had gambled the money away, hoping to double it. Enraged when they demanded more money, Peirce packed his bags and left Mochi, vowing never to speak to the two again. He managed to get work with Suezo Research and Technology, a private defense contractor. In the last three years, Peirce has worked on projects ranging from combat prosthesis, to ship wide AI interfaces, giving him a fairly well rounded background in most things technological. Just don't expect him to know which end of the gun to point at the bad too quickly...

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