Name: Raymond Chase

AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder

Age: 27

Race: Human

Appearance: [hider=Raymond] [img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Bw6VkhPIEAAEXU-.jpg:large[/img][/hider]
--Raymond also has a nasty, burnt scar in the shape of an "M" on the side of his neck for being on the Rock. It's the mark of a murderer.

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Leader, ace fighter pilot, and his military experience has made him a jack of all trades.

Bio: [hider=His Story] I was actually born and raised on Earth, which is not that common now a days for an explorer. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. My dad left our family when I was really young, and although I don't remember him fully, I know what he looked like. Mom always assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met, and will come back to us one day. But that never happened. Our family tree went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom was broken by the fact that he was gone, but she kept a brave face on for us, and assured that he would be back. She drank more and more as time went, but she took care of my sister and I with great care... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my my mom, and soon enough they married. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke, drink, and yell at my mom. When he wasn't doing that, he was beating me for standing up for her.

But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something. Her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was. She obviously wasn't in love with the Gabe. I had no idea why we stuck around with him. I started to rebel against him. I got into fights at school, I would fight back against the step dad, make my attacks look like accidents, and would constantly try and get Gabe arrested so he would leave our family alone. But it never worked. The best days were when my sister, my mom and I were alone in the house. We would act like a family, and be happy, and my cold side would melt away as my mom would comfort me.

One night I came home from school to find my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I finally snapped, and fought him off. My mom would often compare me to my dad. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do what's right... But as I punched Gabe for everything he did, I thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this mess.

That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom isaid it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the spire. The Galactic Committee's headquarters. Turns out I also come from a long line of decorated soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself as a soldier, but the more I got compared to my dad, the more I got angry with him. He sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a struggling mess, my sister had PTSD, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect him. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special. 

I was on eof the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions, or attacks on Committee owned areas. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony that recently joined the Committee. We were there just in case, but the ambush worked beautifully for them. It left my whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. I had many scars, a severe concussion, and my left hand now had a horrible shake. I was nicknamed Atlas for withstanding and having to live with all the pain and punishment during that specific battle.

I was put on medical leave to go back home and see my family. I wanted to see them for so long, to hug my mom and sister and to find some sort of peace with them. They always knew how to comfort me in my troubling times. But as a got home, I got the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase died after "falling down the stairs" two years ago. One year after that, my step father wasted the family inheritance, and was so unstable to take care of my sister that they took her away. I tried to call her but she wouldn't answer. She blamed me for not staying, and refused to tell me where she was now. More weight was put on my shoulders. I was heartbroken, unable to think straight...My step dad ruined my life.

I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my sister... But I didn't. My left arm was still too badly hurt. My heart couldn't take it, and so I left without a word to that man. The next morning the Committee police were at my hotel door, and I was charged for the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. Since I visited yesterday expecting my family, my prints were fresh at the house. I was court marshaled, found guilty very quickly, and was sent to the highest security prison in the Galaxy known as The Rock.

I was 22 at this time. I was broken. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in prison for a crime I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after years of my service to them... But most of all, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.

Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered me another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. They told me it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some pirate brigade, or get swallowed up by some giant plant on some planet... But a part of my held an idiotic concept. I had hope that I would be able to clear my name, or to find my father, or see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the owner of a new Assault Class Exploration Ship: "The Monroe."

I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and military experience made them trust me a bit more than most... But my time in the COMMITTEE military left some tension with members of the crew since they were criminals. That soon faded when we survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand... Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders because some crew members demanded payment, or looted the place after a mission, or having no mercy on pirates that assaulted us. Personally, I didn't care about that. I took what I needed, and didn't care what most of my crew did. I was too focused on finding my sister. 

It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.[/hider]

Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray can be noble. He is brave, and headstrong, and a bit of a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as a leader very seriously. Although most of his crew are criminals, he trusts them with his life, and he has a strong sense of protection-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the military he feels that every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how hard he tries to hide it. He may look like he doesn't care about certain things, or what people think about him, but deep down he does. He isn't a murderer, or a criminal. Just a guy who has had a lot of bad luck.

Weapons: An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental charges. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also produces an electric whip that can expand up to ten feet from his palm.

Star-Fighter: [hider= Raven]

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One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.[/hider]

Family/Relationships?: Has a strong and complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each other since Raymond took control of the Monroe. She's the only one who knows the true story of what happened to Ray. Although most of the crew notices Ray's attraction to the doctor, his past and his sentence keeps him from saying anything to anyone.

Other: Ray loves playing old music whenever they are relaxing, or when flying Raven.