Name: "Red"

Age: 20s - he guesses 25ish?

Gender: Male

Appearance: [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=695009]"So yeah, you wouldn't think you could lose a literal ton of comet ice but there I was - 50 degree turn west here if you wanna get to the nearest safe refueling station - where was I?"[/url] (Height about 6'3", with a linear burn scar on the right side of his forehead)

Personality: Bright, cheerful, and about as sharp as a sack of potatoes, Red's easy to get along with provided you don't need a lot of intellectual stimulation. He's quite easy to confuse, though he tries to make up for it with his strong sense of loyalty and sense of humor. His sense of humor can be a bit dark, though, and sometimes he forgets they're not actually vicious pirates. As such, flustered apologies come up frequently during raids - no, they're not gonna set you ablaze, sorry! If anyone seems to threaten the person he's chosen to protect will quickly be attacked, though, if the confrontation doesn't end there, Red will lose. He's quite chatty - sometimes doesn't even realize he's rambling - and a tad flirty to any gender. For some reason, he's often up at odd hours to do things like flipping through recipes or pacing around a table. Anything fragile shouldn't be left with him if it's valued; if he doesn't knock it over impulsively, he'll probably drop it on accident. For all of Red's faults, though, he's quick to apologize and does make genuine efforts to improve. 

Skills: While a failure in a lot of aspects, this guy seems incapable of being lost. Red's quick to memorize maps and layout plans and seems to have some internal compass. Similarly, he's quick to notice small details, though it may escape him to bring those details up. Despite his difficulty in wielding weapons requiring a fine touch or good aim, he's quite agile with manipulating electronic locks. 

Equipment: A set of magnet-picks gotten while he was between jobs, and an electric scimitar. Anyone's free to have it, really, it slices through metal like butter, burns people, and makes toast instantly!

Brief Backstory: He got picked up after a few meetings, actually, mostly due to Red being able to provide directions to promising private fueling stations and side routes. Before Red joined the crew, he worked at a space port on a desert-like planet, sweeping and keeping docking equipment clean. Before that, he worked at the docks to unload and load cargo, except he had a bad habit of dropping or somehow losing things. Before that, he worked at the local inn his savior ran before she fired him for his coordination difficulties. Before that, and the first thing he can remember, he woke up several miles out of town with nothing but the clothes he wore and an electric scimitar half-embedded in his forehead, and he was on the verge of passing out when a traveler picked him up. Bit of a pain, really.

Position in Crew: Navigation