Name: Gregory Church

Race: Human

Age: 44

Appearance: Towering over most other humans, Church is a massive example of the human male. Long years of hard labor has left him in the best physical shape of his life, even if it left something to be desired in personality. Under his crude looking clothing and cloak, is a towering mass that leaves not one bit of fat, being all muscle and scar tissue. Indeed, his most defining feature is the thick crisscross pattern of scars on his back, limbs, and even a long scar from the top of his left cheek, running down to the bottom of his right cheek. And yet, he has a thick, unkempt mass of raven black hair and a constant stubble that, no matter how long or often he shaves, remains no matter what. So he doesn't bother with messing with it, leaving it as is.

Powerset: [i]Telekinetic Marauder (Telekinesis)[/i]
[b]Mental Haymaker (Offensive)[/b] - Gathers up all his pent up rage and focuses it in a telekinetic blast, the size of a fist, usually aimed at a single enemy's face. Accompanied by a thrown punch, though this is unnecessary. While more powerful then usual attacks from telekinesis fields of skill, it is far more taxing and less elegant. Granted, this also means it takes raw power instead of clever redirection, typically, in duels of telekinesis since the raw, raging blow cares little for games of sport and is fully meant to smash through defenses instead of slipping around them.

[b]Armor of Disdain (Defensive)[/b] - Encases himself in a suit of mental, repulsive, energy formed of his disdain for slavers and those that support them rather than resist. The more powerful his emotions towards a given foe, the more potent the defensive field. Likewise, near useless unless he has some level of disdain and hate for an opponent. Typically works well against most forms of attacks, but can only withstand as many blows as the mind can resist, dependent on willpower, although internal damage is suffered should more than a few blows be stopped, varying with strength granted..

[b]GET OVER THERE! (Utility)[/b] - A cruder form of moving objects, the power grasps and launches something in the general direction that is desired. Not advisable for fragile or delicate work, but more than useful for launching larger, heavier objects where they are needed. If in an irate, angry state, the power is more useful, fueled by the irritation and rage fueled desire to just get things where they need to be. In theory useful on individuals, but not intended for such.

Personality: Church is a angry, typically unkind man that seems to care for little more than the next time he can drink. At first impressions he is gruff, xenophobic and blunt, lacking any sort of mannerisms or impressions of a gentle or free upbringing. He is distrustful and distant due to this, in his own words, never trusting anyone who makes more than he does. The more well spoken and gentlemanly someone comes across as, the less he likes them or trusts them, since he fully sees this as a matter of being in one of those families that bowed so readily to the alien slavers that held the reins over hundreds of races so readily. About the only time he seems happy is when there is booze, fighting, or some combination of the two. He throws himself at both with wild abandon, fighting with no concern for his own life and drinking like it was the last day of his life. But he is always tight lipped, never sharing his stories or past without a damn good reason. His hard exterior softens in the presence of other former slaves, even more so with others that fought against their captors as actively as he did, and reveals a troubled man indeed.

Skills: High Aptitude in Mechanical and Electrical applications, Ranged Combat, Brawling, Drinking

Crew position: Mechanic/Electrician, Cracker of Skulls (Joyfully self appointed)

Bio: Unlike many apparent fortunates, Church was born into slavery. He barely spent a few weeks a free baby before his family was taken off to the slave ships. His parents were no criminals but had, apparently, angered the wrong people and had the family, baby and all, trundled up the ramp and sent off to some God forsaken mining planet. His parents were dead with in a week, and his care rotated from surviving slave family to slave family, until he was old enough to take care of himself, barely at five years old.

Church was put to work as soon as he was physically able, working as an aid and running supplies all over the volcanic world's mineshafts and quarries, wherever his work group was shipped off to after their prior work was done. He got whipped and beaten often, by both the Vs'Ks'Thi slavers and other humans who were put into supervisory roles due to good behavior and no remorse for his fellow man. His hate for any slavers and their collaboraters only grew over the long years. He would spend over thirty years a slave, but he did learn a few things while he was a slave.

Firstly, between heavy manual labor, Church learned to work machinery and electronics rather impressivly. This was out of necessity, but he refined it in private, as part of his latest scheme to escape the slavery he was trapped in. His longest running ploy was an illegal communicator that sent vital information that would lead to the planet's eventual liberation. Granted, if it wasn't for his technical skills he would have long since been dead. But his masters sufficed with beating him within an inch of dying, and leaving medically inclined slaves to patch him up. Right before his liberation he stole a warden's shotgun, a hateful human man that enjoyed making his slave wards suffer, and would have gotten two facefulls of buckshot if his 35th birthday had not arrived.

On Church's 35th birthday the liberation came, and a massive number of slaves were freed from the mining world. One of the last off was Church, dragging two near dead men under each arm like they were just cargo, not even breaking a sweat from it. Escaping from slavery and tasting freedom for the first time, he volunteered to operate as part of liberation efforts for other humans. He was often times the muscle for operations, acting as mechanic and electrician when under cover, although he was ill suited for being sneaky or subtle when it came to slavers. But he would find himself on board the Washington, under the employ of a Captain Harris, and all he could do was wait for that chance to go crack some more slaver skulls. And their spineless pets that sold their fellow men into bondage for their own cushy lives.

Equipment: Two Handed Pipe Wrench, Sawed Off Over/Under Shotgun, mechanics tool kit, electricians tool kit, crude ballistic armor, thick all weather cloak, goggles and breathing mask