[h1][color=89773e][b][i][u]Floyd "Flint" Brayln[/u][/i][/b][/color][/h1]
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[color=89773e][b][u][i]Age[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	31
[color=89773e][b][u][i]Appearance[/i][/u][/b][/color]
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[color=89773e][b][u][i]Background[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	For Floyd, it's just what he's good at. Hunting, tracking, tagging and bagging. Working as backup for his twin sister was a natural role for him to take up in their bounty hunting duo.

	When he left home at the self-proclaimed ready age of eighteen, he had to pick up on the skills needed to keep himself warm, fed, and most of all, alive. Floyd meandered about the Known for the early half of his twenties, his task oriented and efficient way of doing things landing him several odd jobs on the "roads" between systems. Some jobs were reputable, some paid well. The latter jobs were the ones that stuck with him, and by the time he returned at the age of twenty-six to his humble roots on Merdania-2, he stood over the fresh grave of his parents, reunited with his vengeful sister Stella.

	If the twins ever do find Zaen Saavi of the Derelict XIII gang, he'll put a bullet through that bastard's head.

[color=89773e][b][u][i]At A Glance[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	Efficient, a tinge cocky, and morally grey, Floyd learned in his travels that nice guys finish last. While he can be charming enough, he's held many in his travels at arm's length and took his cut when he could. He's gotten as far as he has by keeping his head above water, keeping tabs on those that cross paths with him with eerie scrutiny. Is he a good person anymore? [color=89773e]"There's no such thing as good or bad people,"[/color] he'd say.

[color=89773e][b][u][i]Skills[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	[color=8E8E8E][i]Gunslinging[/i][/color]
		Floyd leaves his mark with a bullet, being forced to practice both his sharp shooting and his quick drawing skills to ensure he'd make it back to his sister in one piece.
	[color=8E8E8E][i]Scrap Smithing[/i][/color]
		When you can't settle down for too long, you need to shamble together what you can with whatever's lying around. Floyd's knack for making a dollar from ninety-nine cents has allowed him to scrape together solutions to a menagerie of problems, even forging his trusty rifle "The Longbow."
	[color=8E8E8E][i]Performance - Singing[/i][/color]
		You wouldn't expect it from someone who comes off cold and calculating, but when you're planet hopping all by yourself, turns out you've got plenty of time to practice singing along to those same tunes you've got burned to an old CD.

[color=89773e][b][u][i]Equipment[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	[color=8E8E8E][i]The Longbow[/i][/color]
		A scrapped together long rifle of dubious make, Floyd's "ol' reliable" was the first gun he ever made, though he's replaced each part enough times to question if it's still his original. It's got a trick to the mechanisms, but Floyd's never felt more comfortable holding a gun than this.
	[color=8E8E8E][i]Flint's-Lock[/i][/color]
		An old-fashioned flintlock pistol Floyd picked up on his travels. Makes for a good shorter range sidearm option when things get a little too claustrophobic.
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[h1][color=868DDC][b][i][u]Stella "Steel" Brayln[/u][/i][/b][/color][/h1]
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[color=868DDC][b][u][i]Age[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	31
[color=868DDC][b][u][i]Appearance[/i][/u][/b][/color]
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	[img]https://i.imgur.com/IvsTQIXl.jpg[/img]
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[color=868DDC][b][u][i]Background[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	For Stella, it's something she was forced into. Combat both social and physical, dancing on a knife's edge to drag targets kicking, screaming or dead to the client. Working as the line-breaker for her twin brother Floyd was a natural role for her to take up in their bounty hunting duo.

	Stella wondered if she'd ever see her brother again as he hitch-hiked his way off of their home planet Merdania-2 to "find himself." She resented him for leaving her to care for their ailing father and struggling mother, but what good would staying have done for a family impoverished in every sense of the word? Perhaps he would have talked her out of taking a shady loan from one Zaen Saavi to help pay for their father's medical expenses. When the Derelict XIII came back around to collect, the payment was made in blood when it could not have been made in credits. The people Stella sought to save were those who now lie six feet under because of her, because her brother wasn't there to talk her out of it. Because of Zaen. When Floyd returned, she never told him it was her fault, only that Saavi had taken the only other two people they had in this universe away forever.

	If the twins ever do find Zaen Saavi of the Derelict XIII gang, she'll put a knife through that bastard's heart.

[color=868DDC][b][u][i]At A Glance[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	Stella's brash nature comes from her anger at a world that dealt her a terrible hand. Regret informs her decisions more than she'd like to admit, and she's slow to trust others, thinking that doing it herself is better than asking for help. Is she a good person? She wishes she could be, maybe being honest about everything else will make up for hiding one secret from her brother.

[color=868DDC][b][u][i]Skills[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	[color=6b8eb0][i]Blade Dancing[/i][/color]
		Stella leaves her mark with a blade, finding a much more up-close and confrontational style quite cathartic as she slices through those who stand in her way.
	[color=6b8eb0][i]Overwhelming Presence[/i][/color]
		If Stella wants to be heard, she will. Those around her might second guess not listening too, as her intimidation is not only hard to miss, but to resist as well.
	[color=6b8eb0][i]Artistry - Caligraphy[/i][/color]
		To honor the memory of her father, Stella took up his favorite pastime as her own: turning one's handwriting into an art form.

[color=868DDC][b][u][i]Equipment[/i][/u][/b][/color]
	[color=6b8eb0][i]BLS[/i][/color]
		While the manufacturer's logo "Brax & Laddwell Steelworks" is etched into the guard, Stella would tell you that the letters actually stand for "Busted Laser Sword," on an account of the thing not working beyond a sharp problem solving implement. She'd like to get it repaired someday to its former glory, but the thug she "freed" it from didn't have the warranty info either.
	[color=6b8eb0][i]Combat Knife[/i][/color]
		A standard knife made for a bit more than utility purposes. Sharp, lightweight, easy to throw or hide.
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