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Viscerous

Name:
Arik Gantz

Age:
29

Sex:
Male

Appearance:


Height:
197cm (~6'5")

Weight:
112kg (~247lbs)

Rig Type:
Crab

Secondary Arm:
Pilebunker

Equipment:
Environmental suit
Cabal wrist computer
Two (2) tactical axes with rear facing mining/ice pick, top mounted flare launcher, rotatable/removable locking spiked knuckle handle with wrist strap, handle mounted reverse grip serrated trench knife
One (1) black king chess piece made of red oak.

Biography:
Arik was born and raised in Germany on Earth, and had no intention of leaving the planet most of his life. As a child he had taken a liking to boxing, his father happily teaching Arik. This led to Arik getting into fights in school, though usually nothing major. As he grew older, Arik grew larger and stronger, his fights getting more violent. In high school Arik was expelled from the school system for assaulting a teacher. No diploma, he needed to find a job to earn money, finding a living in the ring.

Arik was a star under the spotlight every night, defeating any challengers. His life had become comfortable as he earned wealth and fame from every win. This continued for a while until Arik was faced with an opponent equal to himself. The match was brutal and lasted over an hour, both men refusing to give in. Just before the final bell Arik landed one last punch on the man, knocking him to the floor. The match ended, Arik was declared the winner, but the man did not stand. Upon medical examination he was found to be dead.

Arik was banned from his weight class, losinghis source of income. As if tgat weren't enough, the following legal battle cost Arik almost everything he had. Arike became muscle for hire, taking any job he could, until he came across an advertisement for a mining job on a frontier world. Not having many other options, he took the job, immediately preparing for the journey.
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Standing at just under 5'6" (1.67m) Kelly MacLise is a fairly stereotypical example of her Irish heritage. Her body is lithe with a reasonable amount of muscle from having run track and field for most her life. Fierce and determined green eyes are juxtaposed upon a face that could almost be described as gentle.

Username:
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Name:
Kelly MacLise

Age:
25

Sex:
Female

Rig Type:
Biped

Secondary Arm:
3 Tipped Mining Drill: Used primarily to collect mineral samples to bring back for study. While Kelly has voiced complaints about the terrible consistency of the drill and the samples she gathers making suggesting for the installment of a capacitor to help monitor the rotational speed. Never the less the drill gets the job done and in a scratch can be used in self defense.

Equipment:


  • Environmental Suit
  • Cabal Wrist Computer
  • Telescoping Steel Shafted Geological Hammer: Used for precise mineral sampling
  • Terran Buster: A collapsible 4" long pole with a Heavy duty carbon steel construction with a hardened chisel point. An internal sliding weight built into the shaft gives a secondary impact which helps prevent jarring in the hands, wrists, shoulders, neck and back, it also helps prevent bounce back recoil when in use. Useful in breaking away hard rock and ice.
  • Grappling Anchor: A gift from her parents this up and coming favorite with most scientist and explores these days. A steel tipped wrist mounted launcher that can be used to pierce walls and solid ice to pull one self up. While they are still developing it to hold higher loads for somebody of Kelly's size it is much easier to use. Though the anchor currently still has its kinks with a tendency for the launching mechanism to jam and do to the high wind speeds on Corona you sometimes get blown around a lot mid ascent.


Biography:
The daughter of a Physics and a Math professor at Harvard University academia has always been in Kelly's blood. Born and raised in Cambridge proper Kelly had what most would consider a normal childhood. She excelled in her studies and was generally an A student in most of her classes though more "interpretative" subjects like Art and English she had to work at much more. Her parents always encouraged her academically and pushed her to be the best pushing her to be enrolled in all the accelerated classes she could when she was older. Her father a large man with a big barreled chest, bright red hair and large beard and the practical strength that only age could bring always had a saying, "A 98 isn't a 98 it is a minus two.". Armchair psychologists might argue that this academics focused path might of stunted her emotional growth a little bit contributing to her socially awkward and easily flustered personality.

Though she did find a small smattering of friends mostly through her School's Track and Field team. Track and Field came to her almost out of the blue really. Her gym teacher also begin the coach of the team noted that while Kelly was mediocre at best at other sports what she did have going for her was that she was a good runner. In retrospect it did make sense as Running had always been a sort of Mediation for her. Whenever she got a bad grade on a test, somebody bothered her, or any other emotional issue she was dealing with she would run. She would run until all she could feel was the pain in her legs and the heavy laboring force of her lungs gasping for air. So naturally over time this constant running slowly improved her overall running ability. A sprinter through most of her school career it was very much these friends on the team that manged to anchor her and keep her from floating away under the tight demands placed upon by her parents.

She went to college at Berkeley to study her favorite of the sciences geology. True to her nature she did not lose herself to smokes, alcohol, or any of the other vices available to a college student. She stuck her nose to the grind and studied hard and continued to run Track and Field for the University. Once again she made a small smattering of friends and acquaintances her at university being able to find other like minded individuals like herself. During her second year she sort of hit an academic wall and for the first half of the year she felt the strong urge to stop caring about her it all. But mainly through the sage like wisdom of her Stoner roommate Sam and a few mental breakdowns she was able to pull herself over that wall. Due to the accelerated classes she took through High School and through a whole lot of studying she graduated a year early at the age of twenty, summa cum laude. Not letting up for a minute she applied straight into Grad School and earned her M.S in Geology with a specialization in Exo-planet geology within two years.

From the next three years she work primarily in a lab atmosphere, studying space rocks and the like. The only problem is that looking at space rocks forever ends up becoming a rather boring experience. The day to day grind was not something that Kelly appreciated all too well and soon her heart wandered for greener pastures. It was around this time that she learned of a mining expedition begin sent to Corona one of those new frozen colony worlds. The expedition was looking for just the type of person that Kelly was. A scientist to go with the miners to study mineral deposits and soil samples to gauge a reference for a possible terraforming operation in the future. Needless to say Kelly signed up right away despite severe protests from her parents. They were concerned about how there little girl was going to fair and fretted about every little detail even buying her brand new geology equipment including an all too expensive Grappling Anchor for her. Though as the day for her departure grew near she began to have doubts. Were her parents right? Who was she to go venture into the great unknown when she barely even hold a conversation? When she didn't even know how to properly defend herself? Well sadly for her it was a little too late for that now.
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Name:
Connor Higgins
Age:
25
Sex:
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Appearance:
Connor has a cybernetic left arm.

Height:
6’3”
Weight:
220 lbs
Rig Type:
Crab
Secondary Arm:
Tow Launcher
Equipment:

  • environmental suit
  • cabal wrist computer
  • Cybernetic Repair Kit
  • Cybernetic arm replacement
  • 5 Gallons of Whale Oil

Biography:
Connor was born into a military family. His father was an infantryman, and his mother was a medic. He never met his father, and as soon as he was old enough, his mother sent him to a boarding school on Mars. Connor receives a video message from his mom once in a while, but she is kept busy as a space explorer crew doctor. Our Lady Teresa, the boarding school, was Connor’s home until graduation. Connor realized that in Our Lady Teresa existed a hierarchy of power; those with no power were at the bottom, and the strongest we at the top. It didn’t take Connor long after arriving that living at the bottom was a living hell, and the only way to survive was to get stronger. By graduation, Connor stood alone at the top of that school, no one could even stand up to him.

After graduation, Connor go into an underground fighting circuit for a few years. His fighting career ended when Connor made enemies with the wrong people, and got a few people killed: Lacy, his girlfriend at the time; and Earl, his manager. With his fighting career over, Connor decided to join the military. Connor fought for a few years on the frontlines, until the day when Connor lost his arm due to an enemy grenade. The military paid for Connor to receive a cybernetic arm, which power is three times as strong as a normal human arm. During physical therapy, the doctor informed that the cybernetic arm has ports to connect to various devices, and can receive upgrades if he could find the right guy. After his physical therapy was completed Connor decided to do some exploring, by joining a mining crew on some ice hell in the space boondocks.

Connor Higgins has been underground fighter, an infantryman, and now he is an intergalactic miner. Hmm, quite the resume.

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Name: Jack Luminos
Age: 29
Sex:Male

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Stands at 5'11 and weighs a good 180Lbs. Has a Lunar military tattoo on his right shoulder consisting of a barcode and a full moon.
(if anyone has a problem with me using this image, please let me know and i will be more than happy to take it down.)
Rig Type: Biped
Secondary Arm: Chainsaw

Equipment:
Environmental Suit
Cabal Wrist Computer
Supply Cache of Lunar and Martian cigars.
Lunar Military Arc lighter: Small zippo style lighter powered by a battery rather than flammable fuel. sets small objects alight via electrical arcs rather than an open flame.
Lunar military 45Cal revolver: a parting gift from his old base commander. Revolver built for use on frontier worlds.

Biography: Jack's great great great grandfather was a bit of an eccentric, changing the family name from Hexstring to Luminos. Why is this worth noting? well ever since jack was born people have joked that he must be a bright guy, even while he makes mistake after mistake after mistake. The corps didn't treat him all too good with a name like that. His parents were nobodies. His farther was a criminal, locked up and executed on his fifth birthday and his mom was a maintenance worker over at a construction plant. Jack didn't have too good of a life growing up. Time after time things kept going wrong, all of it leading up to him being seized by child services around the age of 12. Before he knew it Jack was off earth and off living on the lunar colony. There it wasn't much better. he moved from foster home to foster home till the government just kind of gave up. Jack seemed to be like a set of black cats crossing some family's path. when he showed up, well things went bad. first set of fosters divorced three weeks after adopting jack and then the one who did get him in the end got sent to jail on drug charges. next set were involved in a car accident, and the third? well the third kept him as strange as that sounds.

Jack's third foster parents may not have been the best people and he was the proverbial red headed step child even though his hair was so brown it was practically black. if there was something to be blamed for, well he was blamed for it. bad traffic, brother scoring low on a test, you name it he was blamed for it... then came military school after his "parents" got so fed up with him causing "trouble". That opened his eyes a bit. it wasn't him who was the problem, it was just a habit he seemed to have of being surrounded by either idiots or assholes. after military school was done and over with Jack left home a bit on the early side, joined the lunar military, and lived a rather predictable life in the service for a few years. as sad as it sounds Jack was happy being a grunt. sure he got yelled at in training but it was a nice change of pace seeing everyone else get yelled at as well for a change, became par for the course. his military career wasn't stellar, but he stayed on for a good few years, clawing his way to the rank of staff Sargent before he finally called it quits, desiring something a bit more on the quiet side. He signed up for a job opportunity on mars, operating a utility rig for construction down on the new colonies. truth be told though that job paid like crap, but it did have one benefit, great cigars. After three years working down on mars Jack was hungry for something new, something that hopefully paid better, and he found it... Deep Space Victoria.

The company itself was mostly academic. bunch of explorers and scientist types making a load of cash off of newly discovered planets and resources. So when something came up for an expedition to some planet called Corona, Jack jumped on board. only thing that put him off was the deep space communication system they had all set up with the camps on Corona... waiting a week or more for word back on a question was stressful. but regardless, it was a new chance at life... he hoped things would turn out alright, but knowing his luck, things were gonna get a whole lot worse.

DSV survival tip number 2. Head hazard warnings.
All D.S.V-approved vehicles and utility rigs are equipped with hazard sensors designed to keep you aware of potential dangers in the environment. do not consider these warnings advice- consider them gosepl, Stay aware-Stay alive.


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