Finally finished mine (minus the the name header ;p)!

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[color=1DE9B6][h3][i]“Man's goodness is a flame that can be hidden, but never extinguished”[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=white][b][i]– NELSON MANDELA[/i][/b][/color]

[i][sub]Neither tall nor sturdy, cutting the exact opposite of an imposing figure, no one in their right mind would bet on Ryker in a fight. He's more like a marshmallow or a flower—soft and cuddly, pretty to look at, not at all very threatening. Ryker has gentle eyes that are forever affixed with worry and caution, and a shy, shaky smile that says much about his general discomposure. There's a certain reassuring charm to his awkwardness: the elderly love him to bits and they just want to pinch his cheeks, while children tend to flock to him. He wishes it worked on girls his age, but he'll take what he can get.[/sub]
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[color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=1DE9B6]N A M E[/color]
[indent]Richard Kennedy, Jr.[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]N I C K N A M E[/color]
[indent]His cousin likes to teasingly call him [b]Dick[/b], but please, for the love of the stars, don't [i]be[/i] a dick and call him that. [b]Ryker[/b] is what he usually goes by. Even [b]Kennedy[/b] or [b]Junior[/b] is preferable.
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[color=1DE9B6]B I R T H   D A T E[/color]
[indent]June 25[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Male[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]A G E[/color]
[indent]17 [/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Heterosexual[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Imprisonment[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=1DE9B6]C R I M E[/color]
[indent]Treason[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]Y E A R S  S P E N T[/color]
[indent]One day[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]P R I S O N  E L E C T I V E[/color]
[indent]None yet, but that one guard really wants to assign him sanitation duties.[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]C E L L  M A T E[/color]
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[color=white][h3]Education & Skills[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=1DE9B6]O C C U P A T I O N[/color]
[indent]Ryker's parents are both teachers. His father teaches History, which explains why he is just so full of fun facts. His mother teaches Earth Skills.[/indent]
[color=1DE9B6]C L A S S E S[/color]
[indent][list][*]Earth Skills
[*] History
[*] Calculus
[*] Criminal Justice
[*] Sociology
[*] English

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[color=1DE9B6]S K I L L S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Problem solving
[*] Perception
[*] Logistics
[*] Diplomacy 
[*] Luck. Ryker has a funny relationship with luck: he's either at one end of the spectrum or the other.

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[color=white][h3]Mannerisms[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=1DE9B6]L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Reading
[*] Helping people
[*] Writing
[*] The way his mom adds cinnamon to his hot chocolate
[*] Peaceful silence
[*] Learning about humanity's history
[*] People who are kind
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[color=1DE9B6]D I S L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Confrontation
[*] Bullies
[*] Injustice
[*] Violence
[*] His anxiety getting the better of him
[*] Making his parents disappointed
[*] Seeing any member of his family upset
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[color=1DE9B6]H A B I T S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Biting on his lower lip before he smiles
[*] Tugging on his hair when thinking deeply
[*] Sucking in a deep, steadying breath right before speaking to someone he isn't comfortable with
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[color=1DE9B6]H O B B I E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Reading ancient texts about life on Earth
[*] Writing introspective pieces about Port Hope's current state 
[*] Playing Chess
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[color=1DE9B6]F E A R S[/color]
[indent][list][*]His family getting hurt
[*] Seeing bloodshed
[*] A painful death [/list][/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Delving Deeper[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=1DE9B6]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Ryker fancies himself a fixer; sensitive to the plights of his peers and ever eager to lend a helping hand. His moral compass points due north, and although he can be slightly sanctimonious, he is never anything but sincere and well-meaning. He gives people the benefit of the doubt and second and third and fifth chances even when they don't deserve it. But there is a limit to his magnanimous nature and a big ol' berserk button that can be easily triggered. 

Namely, his family and friends. 

Sentimentality and Ryker go hand-in-hand. It is his emotions and convictions that drive all of his actions, and you can bet that if you show him any ounce of kindness, he will make sure to return the favor tenfold. His loyalty knows no bounds, and in him you will find an ever-stalwart confidante who has your back. So when things get hairy and tough choices have to be made, his family and friends will always be his priority. If he has to sacrifice his morality for them, then so be it.

Socially speaking, Ryker isn't the most eloquent of people, not by a lightyear. If he's not suffering from word vomit, then he's barely managing to spit a word out. Which is weird, because everything's always so perfectly clear in his head and when he writes things down. There must be some faulty wiring along the way to his mouth, because seriously, how does he end up talking about septic tanks when he's making a point about gravity anchors?
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[color=1DE9B6]H I S T O R Y[/color]
[indent]Nestled right in the middle of luxury and poverty, smack dab on the isle of contentment, Ryker has always believed what he had was enough. He may not have enjoyed the indulgence the Inquisitors' children likely had, but he was more than happy never to have wanted for anything. He has a loving family—which not a lot can say—and a small but tight-knit group of friends. Even his cousin Emerson, troublesome as she was, always had his back. She was the pesky little sister he pretends to never have wanted but was really glad to have. 

Ryker saw no fault in the current regime, no cause for worry over the heavy-handedness of the Inquisitors. Their system wasn't perfect, but it's worked so far. And more importantly, they held the prosperity of humanity within highest regard. Isn't that how it's supposed to be? 

There was nothing about quaint Port Hope that he would change.

But then his cousin was thrown in jail, and in his efforts to clear her name, he was forced to look at everything he had been trying not to see. His perfect Port never was; just another of his idealist delusions. In truth, the Inquisitors were tyrannical and self-serving, their laws existing only to cater to their unreasonable demands. They treated their people as expendable; they would sacrifice anything and everything in their pursuit of progress.

It was easier to accept the Inquisitor's rule when he had no reason to doubt their intentions, but there was no way he could turn a blind eye now.

Ryker felt duty-bound to take a stand, but he didn't agree with the violent ways of AEGIS, the rebellion coalition his cousin had entangled herself with. Instead, he made an effort to start a peaceful movement, in the only way he knew how. Under a pseudonym, Ryker circulated a public petition calling for transparency, for equality, for the voice of all people to be heard. He criticized the Inquisitors' amoral methods and beseeched the people of Port Hope to stand together. 

His political piece gained some ground immediately, but the Inquisitors quelled it just as quickly.

Three days after publication, two soldiers greeted him at his doorstep. Before he knew it, they were dragging him away from his already brokenhearted mother, forced to see her other child thrown in jail.
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[color=1DE9B6]T H E M E   S O N G[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGWtF1AttTw]Sleeping At Last – Earth[/url]
[sub]I bend the definition
Of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
"'til the sirens sound, I'm safe."[/sub][/indent]

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[color=1DE9B6]E X T R A  I N F O[/color]
[indent]This does not need to be filled out immediately. This is something that can be added on as the RP goes. Mostly random facts will go here[/indent]
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[color=FFEF00][h3][i]“I run. I kick. I punch. I listen. I write. I give. I live. 
Stars above, I live.”[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=white][b][i]– HEATHER LYONS[/i][/b][/color]

[i][sub]Emerson is tiny and slight and sure-footed, almost like she was just built for maneuvering through tight crawl spaces and narrow piping and venting systems. Her bearing is airy and mischievous, and she carries herself with the cocksureness of someone too young to know any better. Or perhaps, of someone who doesn't give a damn no matter what the consequence. Emerson dresses partly for ease of movement but mostly for style. There was many a blunder she could have forgone if only she had chosen to wear appropriate shoes, but hey, if she can run in five-inch stilettos, she can run in anything.[/sub]
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[color=white][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=FFEF00]N A M E[/color]
[indent]Emerson Penelope Knox[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]N I C K N A M E[/color]
[indent]Em, Emmy - People who like her.
Knox - People who don't like her.
Penelope - People who want her to hate them.
Fuck! - People who were chasing her but can't find her anymore.
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[color=FFEF00]B I R T H   D A T E[/color]
[indent]April 3[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]G E N D E R[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]A G E[/color]
[indent]16 [/indent]
[color=FFEF00]S E X U A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]Bisexual[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Imprisonment[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=FFEF00]C R I M E[/color]
[indent]Treason, theft, arms trafficking[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]Y E A R S  S P E N T[/color]
[indent]Seven months[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]P R I S O N  E L E C T I V E[/color]
[indent]Helping draft schematics for biotechs or blueprints for the station[/indent]
[color=FFEF00]C E L L  M A T E[/color]
[indent]tbd[/indent]

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[color=white][h3]Education & Skills[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=FFEF00]O C C U P A T I O N[/color]
[indent]Her parents are researchers, probably. They always have those lab coats on. Also, they're full-time Inquisitor suck-ups. [/indent]
[color=FFEF00]C L A S S E S[/color]
[indent][list][*]Physics
[*]Engineering
[*]Art
[*]History
[*]Calculus
[*]English
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[color=FFEF00]S K I L L S[/color]
[indent][b]Spatial and visual acuity.[/b] Emerson has keen eyesight and can process, generate, and retain well-structured visual cues easily. Most of what she can do derives from her unusually high visual-spatial intelligence, like:
[list][*]Great sense of direction. Emerson doesn't get lost; she'll never forget a place after visiting it once. 
[*]Accurate measurements. She can accurately measure distances and lengths without needing to rely on instruments.
[*]Drawing. Emerson thinks in pictures and expresses better in pictures as well. She's pretty sure she can illustrate what she's feeling better than she can explain it.
[*]Precision. She may or may not have practiced with the weapons she steals, but she'll have you know, she's a very good shot.
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[color=white][h3]Mannerisms[/h3][/color][/center]
[color=FFEF00]L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Playing games
[*] Causing trouble for Inquisitors
[*] Exploring
[*] Anything that gives you an adrenaline rush
[*] Coloring; it's super relaxing
[*] Crawling through vents and listening to gossip
[*] Looking at pretty people
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[color=FFEF00]D I S L I K E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Fuck you, Inquisitors
[*] Being idle
[*] Her parents suck
[*] When her nice clothes get caught in something while she's exploring the vents and they tear
[*] Crying in public
[*] Displaying other embarrassing emotions in public
[*] Being forced to do something
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[color=FFEF00]H A B I T S[/color]
[indent][list][*] When confronted, her first instincts are to go: (ง’̀-‘́)ง
[*] Doodles idly
[*] Uses color as substitute descriptors when she can't find the right word
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[color=FFEF00]H O B B I E S[/color]
[indent][list][*] Chess
[*] Drawing
[*] Collecting shiny trinkets she comes across when exploring
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[color=FFEF00]F E A R S[/color]
[indent][list][*]Being unable to protect her family (not her parents, her real family)
[*] Losing her family
[*] The list of people she's afraid to lose growing
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[color=FFEF00]P E R S O N A L I T Y[/color]
[indent]A little firecracker with a rebellious streak and a deep-seated hatred for the Inquisitors. Emerson stirs up trouble for fun and attention and because she can get away with it. Flippant is her default state and playful is her backup. Everything's a game to her. Running away from five armed guards? Nope, it's just a challenging game of tag. Sneaking in and out of an armory with a bagful of weapons? Hide and seek. After going through some existential depression crap (and only at age ten; she's such an early bloomer), Emerson sort of noped out of taking anything seriously. The way she sees it, fate's been screwing with her all her life. Might as well get in on the fun.

But watch out: she'll fool you into thinking she doesn't care when she really does. A bit too much. Emerson hides behind snark and sass and defiant grins because underneath is a bleeding heart that's easy to sway. There's a reason for the tall walls of frivolity she built around herself—they help keep people away so she doesn't get attached. Because if she does, she will die for you or kill for you, and she's not sure she wants to find out which one she'll end up doing. 

Emerson's got a thing for protecting the underdog, a short temper, and a tendency to disregard limits; all the makings of a trouble magnet with a death wish. Nothing fazes her, so she thinks that means she can do anything. It works out best for everyone if she has an anchor by her side—someone to pull her down when she's ready to fly to the sun.
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[color=FFEF00]H I S T O R Y[/color]
[indent]Emerson's got a mother and a father, but they're too busy doing the Inquisitors' bidding to do much parenting. So instead, they left her under the care of her aunt and Emerson has been living with them ever since. The only times she ever sees her parents are on the first of every month, during which they take her to a facility and do a bunch of weird diagnostic crap on her. They would ask her questions a therapist might, perform health checkups,  and "put her abilities to the test." She was instructed never to tell a soul about what transpired between, and she never did. No one would believe her anyway.

Back when she didn't know any better, she was excited for the beginning of each month. Emerson never questioned them. All that mattered to her was that she got to spend time with her parents. She loved her aunt and uncle more than the galaxy, but they were Ryker's parents and she didn't want to steal them from him. What she wanted was for her own parents to love her back, so she did her best to please them. If acing their weird tests made them proud, then she was going to kick ass on them.

But then she turned ten and she knew better.

The day before her monthly meeting with her parents, Emerson was kidnapped ("scouted") by two members of AEGIS—then a small, wannabe syndicate made up of criminals and outcasts tired of the Inquisitors' rule and looking to revolt. They explained to her what her parents were doing, why they were doing it, and who they were doing it for: Inquisitors, Inquisitors, Inquisitors. 

Turned out her parents were Eugenics test subjects, chosen by the Inquisitors as the most genetically compatible man and woman ranked highest in visual-spatial intelligence. The hypothesis was that their child should be born with advanced visual and spatial acuity, matching or surpassing their own. They would have to test the child to be sure; track its progress and hone its abilities so that in the future, it may serve the Inquisitors.

So basically, they were saying she was engineered to be a tool for the Inquisitors. 

AEGIS left her with a choice before sending her back. They will leave her alone and she can continue to be an experiment; or, she can help them take down the Inquisitors. 

Emerson spent nearly a year mulling over her decision, but the more first of the months that came by, the more she became disenchanted with her parents. By the end of the year, she was tired of thinking. She chose the lesser of two evils—the scumbags over her parents—and spent the next five years of her life with AEGIS, gladly causing trouble for the Inquisitors at every turn.

Her parents caught onto her shenanigans when she failed to attend their monthly diagnostics for the first time. Emerson was never caught red-handed, mind you, but her parents could easily piece two and two together. Firearms stolen from hidden armories no one should have been able to find, the small culprit managing to outmaneuver guards who know the sectors by heart, known traitors looting Inquisitor compounds too efficiently, as though they knew every inch of the domain. 

They turned Emerson in as soon as they found out.
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[color=FFEF00]T H E M E   S O N G[/color]
[indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FehA9OwZflw]Icarus – Bastille[/url]
[sub]Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus's life, it has only just begun
And this is how it feels to take a fall
Icarus is flying towards an early grave[/sub][/indent]

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[color=FFEF00]E X T R A  I N F O[/color]
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[*] When out on AEGIS duties, she dressed in costume to keep her identity concealed. All they really needed was a mask, but Emerson thought she'd look cooler with a compete outfit.
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