Name: Maxwell Parsons
Age: 64
Species: Terran
Place in Story: President of the Gaia Republic
Appearance: At around 6'4, with slicked back white hair and a shaved face. Doesn't look as old as most his age, though that most likely has to do with his pampered lifestyle and lack of military experience. Wears suits and ties, and speaks in a commanding, almost condescending, tone.
Personality: Gets what he wants, but will be polite while getting it. Though he seems to be very, very aware of the 'Gaian standards' that have been put out before him, he seems to live up to none of them, and yet is somewhat loved for it.
Biography: Maxwell Parsons was born into the Parsons family, one of the wealthiest planter families on Gaia. While many young planter men become officers in the military, he decided to go into business, taking over management of his family's vast plantation, and then taking over his father's and his personal account, going into investing. Whereas many Gaians are absolute Luddites, Parsons simply took whatever direction would get him the most money, which oftentimes meant Gaia's dreaded technological advancement, and it's even rumored he did business with aliens. Eventually, after his father died, he would return home to manage his family estate, and he was elected to the Gaian Senate, and then President, but make no mistake, if miners had a vote, he would've never even been a senator. Under his Presidency, any restrictions on the planters and their business practices were completely removed, while control on the miners became much tighter. He also began the exportation of Mutant slaves.
Other: As time goes on, his popularity is beginning to wane.
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Name: Cincinnatus B. Michaelson
Age: 47
Species: Terran
Place in Story: Diplomat from Gaia, former admiral
Appearance: Grey hair that's balding on the top, and a long, scraggly beard. At public events, wears his military uniform, as well as the ceremonial saber of Gaian officers, which, despite no longer serving in the military, is not only still respected, but expected of him. Missing an eye, and, even though the technology exists to give him a robotic one, he chooses to wear an eyepatch. Around 6'2
Personality: Gruff, stern, but speaks to everyone like an equal, including slaves. Quite eloquent with his speech, and acts like a perfect gentleman, living up to every Gaian ideal.
Biography: Born to a planter family which, while old and respected, didn't own as much land as many of the other ones. At age 16 graduated primary school early and went to the Washington Military Academy in Bethleham, where he graduated at the top of his class. He joined the navy, and rose through the ranks to become a captain by age 25, and at age 29 became captain of The Eagle, a prize carrier, known for its missions far off to the edges of the galaxy. When he was 32 he became famous on a mission escorting a group of trade ships from a far off mining colony. He realized that his ship's navigation system had been hacked, being driven of course by a group of pirates, but, rather than make them realize he's found this out, he quickly stuffed the trade ships inside his ship, before stopping to face the attackers. He didn't realize it was entire Xeno pirate armada. Still though, through his clever leadership, despite receiving no support, he managed to hold off the armada for an entire month, when he was rescued by a Gaian fleet sent searching for him. After this incident, he became a hero throughout not only the Gaian republic, but all Terran space. He was quickly premoted to a brigadier admiral, and commanded an entire fleet, and it seemed that he was on path to control the entire navy, and possibly even become President, but by now, his ambition was starting to fade, and soon, living up to his Christian name, returned to his farm. When Parsons was elected president, he requested for Cincinnatus to return to serve the Republic, and rather than go back to the military, for the past few years he's been a diplomat, representing Gaia around the galaxy.
Other: He's a bit strange for a planter; though he owns Mutant slaves, he rarely has them whipped or beaten, and doesn't work them Sundays or on holidays. And if miners could vote, he'd be president, being well known for his respect for them, learing in depth about Miner culture and customs, and having made miners officers under his command.
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Name: Proxima the Mutant
Age: 32
Species: Gaian Mutant
Place in Story: Leader of the Legion de Liberte
Appearance: Were it not for Gaian biases, she'd be considered beautiful, despite the spiteful wrinkles around her eyes and mouth. Stands at around 6'1, and is surprisingly lean for someone in her position.
Personality: Speaks in short sentences on a personal level, and in long, drawn out metaphors when giving speeches. Can be either seen as kind or cruel, depending on who you ask.
Biography: Was born just like any other slave on a plantation, when at age 13 one of her master's sons offered to teach her to read in exchange for sexual favors. He was 35, and he wasn't really offering so much as demanding. When she turned eighteen she killed him and stole his gun. She then joined an underground group that freed slaves, dropping the last name of the master, and simply taking the name that the Republic usually referred to her as-The Mutant-but her comrades, and especially the leaders of her group, kept getting killed, and she knew they would keep getting killed as long as they remained on Gaia, so she and her group stole one of the Gaian Navy's only Battleships-The Triumph-and has lived on it since then, conducting raids on trade ships going to and from the mining colonies, and retaining contacts on Gaia and other Gaian planets to free slaves, and smuggle them onto her small fleet.
Other: When Parsons began exporting slaves, she began raiding slave ships to free them and find new recruits. This has made her a much larger target than before.