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(Ignore the tattoos)
Cassandra stands at 5 foot 11 and has blue eyes.
Name: Cassandra 'Cas' Bishop
Title: Doctor/DR
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Armor: Cassandra does not participate in fighting unless absolutely necessary and as a result does not have a specific armour. She does, however, wear a light bulletproof vest when the ship is under attack.
Clothing: The one piece of clothing that is a staple in Cassandra's wardrobe is her pristine white lab coat. Other than that, she usually dresses for the weather.
Weapons:
Cassandra keeps a pistol in her desk in case of emergency. She has been sufficiently trained in the use of it but prefers to sit and hide rather than get into the fray.
Miscellaneous items:
Biography: 
Cassandra Bishop was born on a snowy day in December, on one of the biggest and most industrial islands discovered. Her father, a factory owner would often push her into factory work and taking over the business for him. However, his mother had previously worked as a military doctor and urged Cassandra to go into medicine. Her father would often take her to the factory when she wasn't at school, to show her how things worked and how 'exciting' it could be. In all honesty, Cassandra was more interested in watching paint dry than she was interested in the factory after the second visit. However, much to her fathers dismay, she did make good friends with many of the children working at the factory and would often even bring them over to her house to play on many occasions. 

In her teens, Cassandra went through a rebellious phase which she keeps hidden to herself and wouldn't tell anyone. She began going under the name 'Raven', started dressing in solely black 'edgy' clothes and demanded that people take her seriously rather than do things that would make them take her seriously. She also began rebelling against her parents and told them she was going to join the army just to get back at them. About a year after the phase started it ended. She realized how much of an idiot she was being and begged her parents not to tell anyone that she brought back to the house about it. Her father still has fun to this day, calling her 'Raven' in idle conversation to wind Cassandra up. 

Her younger brother was born when she was just leaving higher schooling. Her father was much more relaxed on the factory business after his birth as he had realized that Cassandra was more interested in medicine and sciences than factory work. To put it bluntly, her mother won. She studied medicine and gained a doctorate at a university within the city, and went on to study sciences at the same university after gaining her doctorate. The only problem after getting these two qualifications was getting a job. It seemed like any place that she could use her qualifications was either full, didn't want someone who had no experience or turned Cassandra down for being 'overqualified'. Cassandra presumes this was because they thought they would have to pay her more, but in all honesty she would have taken the same pay as anyone else as long as it meant she could tinker around with the advanced equipment they had.

What happened next was practically the most far fetched thing Cassandra had seen in her life. A pirate ship, 'The Crimson Dusicyon' pulled in to harbour, damaged and with many wounded men. The captain didn't have enough to pay for the vastly overpriced rates that most city hospitals charged and was going to settle for some cut rate backstreet doctor when Cassandra appeared. She offered her help for a reasonable price and got to work healing the crew. She, of course, had to get some help and used some of her pay to hire those back street doctors under her supervision. After doing what she would call an exceptional job, she was offered a place on the ship as the head medic. She accepted of course, with the condition that they fix up the medi-bay which was in dire straits to put it politely. Other than her work as a doctor, Cassandra also helps research and find new ways to improve the ship along with its weaponry.
Extra:
Cassandra has a small kitten that often prowls around her medi-bay.
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[hider=General Faulkner][center]
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Title: General(Stripped, but demands people call him it anyway)
Age: 48
Gender: Male
Armor: Faulkner wears light armour capable of taking a few hits but still allowing maneuverability.
Clothing: Seen in appearance.
Weapons: 
-One large revolver, accompanied by a luger like gun.
-One automatic rifle(Seen in appearance)
-One large machete, carried in a sheath on his back.
Miscellaneous items:
Biography: 
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The pub was rife with life and the sound of glasses clinking together was only muffled by the noise of people chatting and laughing as the night went on. A group of newly recruited pirates were chatting and telling tales of their 'badass' beginnings. Their chatter grew silent as the familiar sounds of heavy boots stomped passed them, heading to the bar. They spoke in hushed whispers, a stark contrast to the shouting and laughing that was going on. The boots returned to the table, scraping a chair back and slamming a bottle of whiskey down onto the flimsy, wooden table, sending splinters flying from the point where it impacted. Smoke rose from the cigarette of 'General' Faulkner. 
"Whatsa matter, pussies? You catch sight of a real man and you get your panties in a twist?" He spoke, his voice a gravelly jovious tone. He sent a hard punch to the arm of one of the younger recruits, laughing.
"Come [i]on[/i] Diana, I thought I taught you better than that?" He said to the young recruit, whose name was, in fact, Bill.  
"I heard you talking about your [i]tales of valour[/i]" He mocked. 
"You limp dicks can't tell a good air battle from a fucking scuffle in the playground I can tell you that much" He said, laughing.
"You wanna hear a real story? One with adventure, guns, women that you lilly livered pussies would only ever dream of?" He said, adding a sort of fast, breathless tone to the last part. He began nudging, Bill, coercing him into squeaking a small 'yes'.
"Oh well, thanks Diana, I didn't know I needed your approval." He, yet again, mocked.
"Well see, it all started back in my teens, when I just got done porking Diana's mother." He laughed to himself, taking a swig of his whiskey. His laugh was unaccompanied.
"I was a bright eyed young boy scout with a hankering for war. And so, what did I do? Course I went and joined the core. A strapping young lad like me ain't fit for modelling, as handsome as I may be." He laughed again, taking yet another drink of his whiskey.
"Almost got kicked outta bootcamp once, fer' fighting this little pussy who thought'd be a great idea to go and start spreading shit about me behind my back. Little pinko got what was comin' to him if you ask me, drill sergeant didn't think the same. Made me fucking run fifty laps in the rain, old cunt." He spat, pulling his chair inwards towards the table so he could rest his elbows on it.
"I did get dropped into the war eventually though, fighting those damn Eastern Islanders. Fucking collection of pussy islands if you ask me, couldn't fight for shit." He took a drink.
"We used to have this joke when we went flyin' and gunnin' down any Easterner we saw." He sat for a second or two, thinking to himself how it went.
"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, It went like this" He held his hands out in front of him, bobbing them as he told the joke.
"Anyone who runs, is an Easterner, anyone who stands still" He paused for effect.
"Is a well disciplined Easterner!" He laughed, again unaccompanied. He punched, Bill again while laughing. He soon realized no one was laughing with him.
"What's the matter, pussies? Your boyfriends all cheat on you with a better looking girl? Jeez it's like comedy hour at the morgue with you fucking mouth breathers." He coughed, returning to the story.
"Anyway, it seems my CO took a liking to me and my handsome jawline and set me up fer promotion. I rose through the ranks like Diana's dick rises whenever he see's a new man enter the ship. Problem was, I eventually got to the position where they took me out of combat, started makin' me plan and shit. And then, they had the gaul, THE cheek to throw me out after I slapped around some recruit who said he had PSDT or somethin', sat rocking back and forth with legless men actin' like he was wounded. Fucking shitstick got me thrown out of the army." He took a gulp of his whiskey.
"Fell in with Renault after that, crazy fucker was even able to give me a position as a fucking tactician and of course" His arms spread outwards, surveying the whole group.
"As your trainer." He grinned, grabbing his drink by the neck and swaggering out of the pub singing an old shanty with a grin on his face.[/hider]

[hider=The Full story]
Richard Faulkner was born on a sunny day in June to a farmer couple. Much of his young life was spent by himself, farming with his parents and only really reading in his spare time. His parents were very overprotective and Richard had never travelled to another island until he was about 6. Which was when he saw the girl on the island next to his. He had heard very little about other islands, but he had heard his father talk of his friend on the island next to the one Richard lived on and had heard his mother ask in passing how their daughter was. As it turns out, the girl was just as sheltered as Richard was and their lives were remarkably similar. They both lived on small, farming based islands and had major interests in reading. It doesn't sound like a lot, but when the only people you've talked to for 6 years are your parents and the mail man it seems like a whole lot. 

Richard returned to the same spot where he saw the girl every day for 2 weeks. They would often just sit and wave at each other and attempt to have some sort of conversation without words as they were too far apart to actually talk without shouting and attracting unwanted attention. Eventually, Richard told his father about the girl and how he yearned to meet her. It took a bit of persuasion, but eventually his father and mother organised a get together on the other island for the two families. Richard and the girl, Marie got on like a house on fire. And as they grew, they became closer and closer until they eventually began 'dating' when in their late teens. Of course, both Richard and Marie had seen much more of the world by this point. And their families had let them visit the bigger islands to shop and whatnot. It was on one of these islands that Richard had seen a military parade that inspired him to join the 'core' as he puts it. 

Marie was strictly against the idea, but Richard assured her that it was for the best and that the monthly cheques he would get from the army would be a massive help in starting up a farm of their own like they had always talked about. Just before, Richard left for the army he had gotten married to Marie at the young age of 18. Richard wrote to Marie in secret while at bootcamp. He feared that he would be mocked or people would insult Marie if his fellow soldiers got wind of his relationship. Unfortunately, a younger, scrawnier private found one of Richard's scrapped letters and began mocking Richard about it, calling him a 'sap' and whatnot. Richard was moved camps for practically beating the kid to a bloody pulp. 

Richard flew straighter at the new camp though, and eventually did make it out of bootcamp and into the army. He was placed in an air based squadron during the war against the Eastern Island Confederation. He gained the nickname "The Duck Hunter" for his preference to act as a gunner rather than as a pilot. He became great friends with his CO who had a past in farming and would often talk crops with Richard as strange as that sounds. He helped him rise through the ranks as quickly as possible. Near the end of one of his later terms, just as he was about to be promoted to general, the Eastern Islanders launched an attack unlike any other they had done before. They attacked farms and sources of food. To cut a long story short, Marie was gunned down in cold blood along with the rest of her family. Many view this as the point at which Richard finally lost it. He became much more aggressive and began expressing a massive dislike for 'the enemy' as he put it, one which he had never expressed in public before.

He was eventually dishonourably discharged from the military after slapping a soldier with PTSD, claiming that he had no real reason to be sitting with the wounded. After this, Richard fell into a state of depression and began drinking himself to death in bars on multiple different islands. That is, until he met with Captain Renault, who had heard of Faulkners reputation and offered him a position on his ship training new recruits along with helping plan out courses of action. Of course, Faulkner would be involved in said action.
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