Race: Human and Tulak (Though he's almost indistinguishable from a normal human)

Age: 24

Gender: male

Appearance:



Standing at a height of 5' 11" Felix is pretty unimposing. He doesn't look terribly muscular, but that's the cost of being mostly cybernetic.

Equipment:

6 Flashbang grenades

3 Frag grenades

Rail Amp'd Hand Cannon- Felix's weapon of choice, only has three shots to the magazine. He generally carries eight mags on his person. Generally requires cybernetic limbs or at least specially designed braces to keep the user from snapping their wrist firing it.

Attunement/enhancements: Felix is about 50% prosthetic after his very close encounter with death. His arms, legs and eyes have been completely replaced with top of the line cybernetics. Unfortunately the human brain isn't meant to run this much equipment, so a standard VI was installed to help him regulate the functions of each and increase his overall effectiveness. His eyes, despite looking almost completely normal are also prosthetic.

ProstheTech MK III artificial limbs- Between titanium alloys and carbon fiber joints, these limbs are pretty difficult to damage. The powerful mechanisms allow these limbs to exert more strength than their standard human counterparts while still looking the same using synthetic skin. Most people would be almost completely unable to distinguish the two unless they were damaged.

ProstheTech MK II artificial eyes- Using enhanced cameras these devices simulate eyesight in those that either lost their own or never had it. This allows the user to bring up Heads Up Displays and other nifty functions through the neural interface.

Virtus VI- More of a utility VI than anything else, the Virtus helps Felix keep all of his cybernetics running. It also allows him to run basic scans within a small (5 meter) radius. It only recognizes basic commands he gives it, but he still treats it like an AI with a mind of its own.

Unique Abilities :

Proximity scan: Felix's VI is able to scan nearby technology and to a lesser extent organic materials. As a combat-engineer however, his interest is purely in the tech.

Overclock: Felix can overclock his cybernetic enhancements to dangerous levels in serious situations strengthening his limbs and allowing him to react faster. Like a computer, this produces a dangerous amount of heat and is only used in very specific situations.

Personality: Felix has seen, no, experienced some things that no living being should. Being dismembered and tortured left deep mental scars that not even a psych expert can begin to decrypt. Other than that, he is a fairly charismatic individual that is surprisingly softhearted outside of combat. Due to his own circumstances, he fully believes that at least some of the prisoners weren't horrible enough to be sent on the Alcatraz.

Bio:

Felix was born to a Tulak mother and Human father, a union that was slightly unorthodox at the time. While the two races were fairly friendly towards one another, it was still taboo for Tulak to mate with outsiders. Because of this, Felix was raised on a human colony with his mother disguising her horns to fit in. It wasn't until he was fourteen that he joined the colony's militia. A band of raiders had been harassing the settlement and forcing them to give up their already meager rations.

Of course, the militia's job was to prevent this...but the leaders decided against it due to the sheer number of raiders and the obvious result. Felix decided that it couldn't continue. What was the point of having a militia if it didn't protect anything? Why train citizens to wield weapons and then tell them they can't use them to fight back? Being the stupid kid he was, Felix sneaked to the raider camp in an attempt to deal with them once and for all. With the belief that he was saving his family and home, he took the shot that killed the raider leader.

In an obvious turn of events, this didn't work out. His position was quickly found and he was tortured to a state that would make death seem like a mercy. His arms and legs ruthlessly ripped off and the sockets healed to prevent him from dying. The raider life wielder used their magic to keep him conscious the whole time as even his eyes were plucked from his head, leaving him a wailing torso and head that couldn't see anything as the raiders burned the colony to the ground. All he could do was scream as he heard everything he had set out to save being destroyed. Eventually his screaming turned to sobs as he heard the carnage around him. In the aftermath, the colony was essentially erased from the surface of the planet and Felix was left to die in the ruins.

In perhaps a final act of defiance, Felix stayed alive for days until the shuttle that normally left supplies for the colony arrived. They picked up what was left of him and brought him back to earth to recover. The therapy, the prosthetic limbs, everything. It was all paid for by the reward for killing the raider leader. Apparently his bounty was in the millions, and the group that he had led slowly dispersed after his death. That was the closest thing to a victory Felix could claim for his actions, though the mountain of corpses that had resulted shadowed over it.

It was an obvious choice to join the UN's military after that, fighting the bad guys and all that. Of course, that was also complicated when his bloodwork revealed his ancestry. Being half Tulak made Felix a potential diplomatic tool with the anti-human groups that constantly lobbying for war between the Tulak and Human races.

It was on what was supposed to be a simple escort mission that everything fell apart once more. In a final effort to appeal to the leader of Tulak nationalist group, Felix's helmet was removed and the small nubs on his head were revealed. Though, instead of the intended effect of bridging the hostilities between the two groups, this enraged the man and led to a massacre on both sides that Felix was "lucky" to have survived. The diplomatic disaster that ensued after this was pegged on him as he was the sole survivor of the humans that had been present. Tulak citizens cried for his death, humans tried to defend him, the governments played tug of war as they do. The final result was him being stationed on board the Alcatraz as a guard and engineer. The fact that this compromise was acceptable to both governments was more frightening than comforting.

Race: Tulak

Age: 25

Gender: female

Appearance:


Equipment:
Staff - Lyra uses it to channel her powers. It is made out of special metal that is only mined on Tulak home world and can emit short electricity pulses to anyone who touches it, that take some time to recharge. It also can be used to smack people on the head.

Attunement/enhancements:
Fire attunement – Lyra can conjure small fires out of thin air and is protected from fire coming from other sources.

Unique Ability:
Fire Shaping – Lyra’s power was originally meant purely for entertainment. With the help of her staff, she is able to conjure fire and shape into a form of anything she imagines. Ever since she got imprisoned, she figured out some ways to use her power in offence, the simplest of those being shooting fireballs at people.

Personality:
Lyra is not a criminal, so she sort of resents other passengers on the ship. She is a very quiet and timid person and prefers to stay out of fights. She likes dancing and reading poetry, wandering through a jungle with a bunch of criminals isn’t really her thing.

She is very smart, but has a low self-esteem, always doubting herself. She is easily intimidated and unable to voice her opinion.

Bio:
Lyra grew up in one of Tulak’s smaller colonies. Like most of her kind, she had magic attunement, so ever since she was a little girl, she was trained in all the secrets of using magic. Her childhood couldn’t be happier, until it was abruptly ended when she was thirteen.

The settlement was invaded by a crime lord and even though the attackers were repelled, they managed to kidnap some of the citizens, including Lyra. They were all turned into slaves, some killed in the process, the rest sold to various buyers. Somewhere along the beating and torture Lyra’s original happy and outgoing personality disappeared completely, replaced by a quiet and timid one.

She was lucky the masters noticed her magical skills, which saved her from a fate of becoming a sex slave. She was turned into an entertainer instead, using her spells purely for others’ amusement.

One day the authorities stormed the slaver’s residence and arrested everyone on sight. Lyra even allowed herself to hope a little – perhaps finally she would be free to go back home. She could barely even remember it anymore. But instead she found herself on a ship full of the worst criminals in the galaxy, apparently charged with trafficking, slavery, and basically every crime her last master has done in the past years.

~Mienieve Shalloyth~

"Oho, I'll be whatever you want me to be, darling~"
Race:
Sapishte

"Age is just a number, you know, and its not all that difficult to appear younger...if that's your thing, you dirty pervert~"
Age:
26

"I can do men too. Perhaps you'd prefer a little of both? That's a thing with some people...it's quite popular in some areas on earth, heh. Such kinky, funny little things, humans are."
Gender:
Female

"Staring at little ol' me? Heh...now why don't you just ask me out already? I won't bite...well, maybe a little~"

Appearance:
In Meins natural form, she stands at around 5'9. Like all of her kind, she is covered in a thin layer of 'Slime' or 'Goo' that allows her to pretty much change her appearance into those of other species as she sees fit. Hers, is a silvery color and cool to the touch. Most humans would likely find her natural form to be on the 'exotically appealing' spectrum, considering her rather ample assets in most areas. Which of course, causes her no great end of amusement. She likes the attention. If one were to touch it - and lets be honest she likes being asked if people can touch her - it would feel cool, smooth, and somewhat pliable.

She dislikes people knowing both what she is, and what she looks like, however. Typically she takes a human form when dealing with others. Deception was a skill needed in her previous profession after all, and if people didn't know what you were or what you actually look like, it makes things so, so much easier as long as you could get past any high-tech security and whatnot.



Her human form looks, well, a bit similar to what she actually looks like. Slightly shorter, with copper colored eyes and silvery white hair adorning her head typically tied back into a ponytail. She has a somewhat more slender and lithe build whilst looking like this, and typically uses a lower tone of voice than her usually more melodic voice.

That said, she doesn't keep to one human form often and tends to never use one more than once.

"Tsk, years of hard 'work' down the drain."

Equipment:
N/A for now. She had a rather fancy high-tech custom melee weapon for close engagements, Arraxi made armor, and an illegally modified assault rifle, and a powerful handgun she used to have. It was confiscated upon her arrest, and is likely still in the wreckage unless its been picked over by scavengers. She intends to reclaim it the first moment she gets - with a little help, if she can employ it.

Attunement/enhancements:
Enhancements:
Mien has a number of enhancements designed to help her do one thing: Espionage, Killing and getting away with it, and survive even mostly fatal wounds. Of course, none of these augments were given in a consensual manner as they were surgically implanted by the guy who took her in, but they are useful regardless. She also has been given a few genetic modifications from a young age to help in certain 'asset' areas.

Type-N Nanomachines: These black market, self-replicating Arraxi make machines were designed for two purposes. Firstly, they act as both an immuno booster for keeping away sickness, cleaning the bloodstream of any unwanted foreign material such as poison and other toxins, etc. They generally are there for keeping Mien in top physical condition no matter what, and to promote the healing of wounds as well as muscle growth, earning a much more effective workout from even light exercise. A small cut could heal in minutes, a medium sized gash could heal completely in a day or two. Even a fatal wound, if treated correctly within time could be healed with just a small scar. They are fairly self autonomous and function well enough on their own. They are genetically 'locked' to Mien, however, and will not function for anyone else and will shut down the moment outside of her bloodstream. If scanned, they appear no different than any other standard human make machines of similar model.

While a normal person would only have them present in their bloodstream, they have also taken residence in Mien's outer covering of Goo, which leads to some interesting applications considering that these are, indeed, black-market nanomachines with a second deadly function. She comments they're the reason her goo is actually silver colored.

In short, Mien has top-human physical strength, reaction times, as well as better healing than most humans could possibly hope to have without having replaced limbs with artificial ones.

Neural Link Focus: NLF
Nervous system uplink via a small implant just above the right ear that's connected to her nervous system. It brings up a holographic display that can do a number of things similar to those with artificial eyes. Mostly, its for monitoring her own physical conditions, give limited readings about the conditions of the area, give her reads on technology and allows her to interface with them via wireless connections if she's close enough. It allows her control over the nanomachines present in her bloodstream and has an on-board computer that handles the more complex tasks after being given a command.

Unique Abilities:
Type-N Nanomachines:
As previously stated, they are black market and illegal for a reason. Traditionally, these model of Nanomachines were used to discreetly assassinate certain organics for either the Arraxi government. While at first they do function as something that can keep one extremely healthy and in peak physical condition, they have a second function that makes them rather dangerous. That function, is the complete and utter destruction of a creatures organic material. With the Neural Uplink she has a somewhat limited control over this function.

The ability of this function is dulled somewhat by the fact the nanomachines simply cannot function outside of Mien's bloodstream or outer shell of goo, but it's still fairly dangerous for any organic to have a large amount on them. Once activated, they will eat away at organic material for about 1.5 seconds before shutting down completely, leaving only metal residue behind. For the most part, they do not affect Mien since with the help of the Uplink she can simply either shut them down or have the other nanomachines deal with them.

Effectively this means, she could touch someone and give them small burn-like damage on their flesh. It's not something that could easily be used though, and armor works well since it only breaks down organic material. Really great in surprise situations, though, and worked wonders for her old stealth operations.

Machine Override:
While Miens does have some basic understanding of computer code and other such topics, she's far from a master hacker. That said, it doesn't particularly matter when a computer can do most of those things for you. The uplink is able to hack machines via wireless connections and override them and give them a new set of commands. Wireless alarms, robots, etc. With enough time, it could theoretically hack almost anything. It can only have a handful of open connection at a time though. Trying to do multiple things, typically ends with a severe headache and perhaps worse. She has never tested that theory. It also comes with a manual uplink for more secure machines without a wireless interface.

Personality:
Confident, charismatic, and more than a little on the promiscuous side, Mien comes off as incredibly friendly most of the time - perhaps a bit overly so at times. The Sapishte greatly enjoys being around others and the general company of them, though some might find her company in particular a bit...not all that welcome. Since well, she flirts with pretty much everything with legs and seems to take a bit of enjoyment in making people uncomfortable and teasing them about certain subjects. One should never take her teasing or words all to seriously, and you'll get along with her fine. If you happen to tease or flirt back though, she'll be your new best friend. Typically, she maintains her calm in a lot of situations, as she'll comment living in the underbelly of society as she has you tend to see a lot. Far too much.

Delve a bit deeper though, and you'd find that she's one of the rare Sapishte able to greatly hide her emotions from others. Mien is incredibly intelligent, calculating, manipulative, and above all sadistic and incredibly cruel when it comes to her own goals. She wants what she wants, and absolutely nothing will stand in her way. If she can't persuade the problem to join her through some means or join her...well. It won't be pretty. She wasn't the head of a criminal organization, albeit only for a few years for nothing, and intends to rebuild what she lost.

That said, she is incredibly loyal to those who work for her, and for the most part is honest - so long as they remain useful and remain loyal themselves. Of course, she's not afraid to cut away a cancer at the core should it prove to be malignant, but for the most part if you have her back, and she'll have yours as long as you, under no circumstances, make her believe you could potentially put a wrench in her plans. Even then, she'd stab you in the front rather than the back - but she will make it hurt in the worst way possible.

Bio:
Mien was born around 26 years ago on the planet, Glonelia, the humid and somewhat low tech, mostly jungle and swampy homeworld of the, Sapishte. She never had the intention to ever become a slaver, drug dealer, smuggler, murderer or hitman. Sometimes life deals people bad hands, and they have to make do. She won't give you a sob-story though. She's had it good, for what she's had to work with.

Mienieve Shalloyth was your average Sapishte for most of her first years of life. The Sapishte, being the emotional people they were, were easy enough to grow up with. Generally the race of shapeshifters were viewed as an honest, if not somewhat promiscuous race by the rest of the galaxy considering their inability to hide their emotions all that well. It also typically made them poor liars and perhaps a bit easily manipulated, especially to those of other races with less than honest intentions.

From an early age she distinctly knew she was different from the rest of her peers. Where they had trouble hiding the slightest emotion whether it being happiness, joy, rage or lust, Mien always felt her own emotions were rather...muted, by comparison. Somewhat dulled, as if there was some sort of thick barrier between her and them. Not that she felt nothing mind you, she did, but they were always a bit dull in comparison to the rest of the Sapishte, and didn't know how to properly express them most of the time. Knowing the taboo though, she learned from an early age to be able to mimic the emotions expected of her quite well.

When she was thirteen though, her life took a turn for the worse.

Her parents were murdered. She swears she didn't do it, but after questioning and a bit of talking with child services it became rather apparent she was extremely...adroit, and self aware about her condition even from a young age. Of course, upon finding this out she was labeled an abomination and basically exiled from the planet. Supposedly, she was to be taken care of on earth at some human orphanage by a distant relative, but that didn't exactly go as planned. The handlers, both fearing and hating the 'mutant' decided to drug her, dump her in some random alleyway in some slums and let whatever happen, happen.

Of course, a thirteen year old girl in a shady slum with the ability to shapeshift made her a pretty...desirable target for certain undesirables. If it wasn't for the owner of a shady brothel taking her in for some less than morally correct purposes she probably would have ended up a lot worse. It wasn't really that good - but she couldn't complain, really. So for the next few years of her life she worked as one might expect of someone who lives in a brothel...as well as an assassin for the owners enemies.

She was made a choice, after resisting one of the customers with more deviant tastes. Her 'Owner' gave her a choice. Either be forced into this line of work for the rest of her life (where she would likely die)...or become his personal plaything and the guy who takes care of 'problems'. Not having any much of a choice, seh agreed. So after sinking some money into expensive enhancements and a method of control, he turned her into one of the best.

Murder, drugs, and sex! The most fun things in the world.

Until she turned twenty one, she honed her combat abilities and. The owner of the brothel had expanded his business quite a bit with her help, making her take out his enemies and securing his position of power in the cities underworld as well as the higher class markets. Unfortunately for him, he hadn't turned a lost little girl into a mindless killing drone via abuse and other things like he had hoped. Stubbornness is best tempered with cunning, after all.

She was merely biding her time.

For the next two years, she plotted under his nose. She gathered a few allies and people who were either dissatisfied with the status quo, or generally not happy with how things were going. She promised a few girls in the brothel that if they helped they could leave if they wanted. She said she'd end any dealings with drugs, slavery, and many other less desirable things.

After two years had passed, she initiated her little violent coup of his business. The news reports say the found his body hanging upside down from a skyscraper drowned, beheaded, and tortured. After she had control, what else to do but to tighten her iron grip on it? Those people working in the brothel she said could go home? She simply traded them away to some slavers for new stock. Those who helped her? Dealt with. Harshly.

She had successfully, at the age of 22, taken over one of the largest criminal organizations on earth and there was no one that could do anything about it. Drugs, illegal slavery, prostitution, smuggling and even a little mercenary work for certain interested parties. Anything illegal you can think of that could bring in profit, they had their hands in. For once in her life, she felt content. Joy, even.

Safe

She would have likely remained as its head for years, since the police were absolutely baffled. How did one catch a shape-shifter who didn't even use her normal form inside her own home? Someone who always chose a different guise when going out? Not to mention meticulous enough to not leave any evidence or any ties to hit men or assassins being used. They didn't have anything they could convict her with despite knowing full well what she was up to.

One person she hired as someone to handle their more cyber-related crimes and other things, ended up squealin' like a pig to the cops after he was busted. Without giving her time to flee or clear house, they raided her house but she was ready. Having loyal people working for on the other end paid off sometimes. She put up a hell of a fight according to the police report. Killed at least a five cops, several security drones, and even managed to fatally wound the police chief. Having the best technologically advanced weapons and enhancements from Arraxi paid off.

It wasn't enough, though.

In the end, she was subdued and arrested and had a one-way ticket to Alcatraz.

One of these days she's going to find that bastard who ratted her out.

And she's going to make him wish he was dead.

...though, perhaps, she could use this even to start over. Start an entirely new life from scratch? Wouldn't be difficult. Most people would probably believe her to be dead. Old enemies...the government. Perhaps she should quit while she's ahead.

Other:
Before she became the ringleader of a crime syndicate for a few years, she was a trained assassin, hit man, and used for espionage work. She is talented in hand-to-hand combat, use of firearms of all kinds, stealth and acrobatics, and bladed weaponry.

Name:
Deseri Linvall
Alternatively: 'Omega'

Race:
Human, if she could still be called that.

Age:
27

Gender:
Female/Genderless nanite Swarm

Appearance:
You would be forgiven for thinking Deseri is some sort of android from the sheer amount of metal she has showing on her body. Her entire left arm from the elbow down has been replaced with a large, metallic fitting resembling some sort of triangular stake when in its resting state. A series of cables and tubes connect it to her lower back and spine in various places.

The rest of her body is equally mechanical in nature. The 'body suit' she wears is more akin to a protective outer shell that has been secured to her body by a series of locks, screws, and bolts, that would require a bit of work to remove. This is the 'base' of her augments, and her arms and legs function entirely from it. Her arms and legs themselves are made of a synthetic mesh-weave that is more durable and resistant to burning than natural human skin. Artificial muscle fibers are easily seen under the skin, ensuring that she is more than a match for most humans. Various empty access ports can be seen all over her body - for use with linking up with her exo-suit.

Aside from her heavy augments, Deseri stands at a fair five foot seven, and her mechanical eyes glow a luminescent orange. Her 'hair' has a natural color of grey-white. She has an overall slim body build, and if it wasn't for the wires, mechanical augments, and her attitude she probably wouldn't be all too intimidating. She weighs around 192lbs, thanks to all the metal in her system. Staring at her too long might prove creepy, when you realize she doesn't blink and constantly has a wide-eyed gaze.

Equipment:
N/A

Attunement/enhancements:



Unique Ability:
Hephaestus-class Multi-Tool: Phage Corrupted
An experimental tool she developed some years ago, and being infected with the Phage, who quickly adapted its technology and abilities for itself. The weapon was built to be a multipurpose tool for welding, self defense, and well...everything! It was made with expensive nano tech that could shift and re-purpose its form from a command from the holder of it, effectively granting the user access to any tool it might have need of so long as it was within the units memory banks and it had the material to do so. It could shift into melee weapons, cannons, work tools...anything, really. Without getting into too much technoabble, it accomplished this by extremely powerful and small mag-locks, and a neural or some sort of suit uplink. Originally, it was just restricted to the owners lower arm, where they would hold the tool, though Deseri was a special case, in having the tool grafted directly to her lower left arm to compensate for an accident during a ahem *weapons* test.

When the phage took it over, they adapted this tech into their own design using mechanical knowledge taken from Deseri's mind. Thus, this enables her to effectively command the nanites and allow them to mold her own body to an extent, now that it's mostly been completely replaced with metal. Razor sharp blades capable of slicing, guns, and any logical weapon in the swarms memory banks. It should be noted the swarm is incapable of learning new things on its own. It has to rely on its 'queen' for that, or by consuming and breaking down already existing things.

Her favorite use of this is the old energy cannon she frequently used back before all this happened. It's able to fire blasts of orange, white-hot energy of varying degrees.

Omega Swarm:
Deseri has nigh complete control over the swarm, though at times it seems to resist her influence if it finds what her human mind is doing illogical. Still, the hive-mind more or less follows the lead of its queen as long as its able to achieve its directive of 'consuming' and 'assimilating'. Her body has been designed by the swarm to passively generate these, though they're not a great number or amount of them, especially with the non-aggression field. She would need some time to have the swarm make more.

Still, she can control them outside of her body and have them do a variety of tasks. With them having picked up the design from the Hephaestus prototype, she can effectively turn them into a variety of different things on the fly. Attack drones, repair drones, and things of similar nature until they are destroyed or she commands them to do something else. Or she can keep them as the swarm they are, and have them attempt assimilating or consuming something.

The Swarm is a very logical being. It might only have semi-sentience, but it does understand that its 'queen' is more 'intelligent' than it. So more likely than not, unless she does something directly against their main programming protocols they will listen to her 99% of the time. For the most part, unless they need fuel they are fairly docile, so long as they have enough fuel to function then they shouldn't be too bad of a problem unless the swarm is allowed to grow unchecked. The larger it is, the amount of bio-fuel it would need.

The way they work is fairly simple: The queen suggests something - the swarm okays it or doesn't. They propose something else, which the rest of the swarm Okays and then the queen rejects. Process repeats until either the Swarm gets cranky or they reach a shared conclusion. In case of Swarm getting cranky, Deseri can exert some control over them as a sort of their leader, and in the case of division where some repeatedly agree and some don't the ones who side with the Queen will then proceed to cannibalize the ones who don't.

Personality:
On first appearance 'Deseri' is a fairly amicable and overall lackadaisical person with a habit of making sarcastic comments. She enjoys working on machines, likes fiddling with robots and other such things. She spends most of her free time fiddling with her own body or communicating with her swarm. Oddly enough, she's rather happy with her position. A little too happy to figure out what they can do at their full potential.

She takes a fairly friendly, if sometimes overly friendly or familiar one towards other people and for the most part aside from speaking in plurals such as 'we' 'they' and 'the swarm', astoundingly normal upon first glance. At least, until the swarm starts getting hungry. And as ravenous as it is, that is more often than not.

She can and will, tell the swarm to devour people whole to satisfy their fuel. For the most part, she can placate the small number of the swarm with simple human food, as her body doesn't digest things normally any more, instead turning anything eaten into organic bio-fuel to fuel her various mechanical parts and the swarm itself. When the swarm 'Assumes' control so to speak either through perceived self-preservation or through appetite, she becomes a merciless thing. Cold, cruel, logical, and will eliminate whatever the threat is or consume until they've had its fill.

And it is never satisfied. Thankfully at least, their appetite only increases with the number of them...so long as she keeps their numbers under control, it shouldn't be much an issue.

Bio:
Born to a military family on earth, Deseri has a fairly normal life growing up. Both of her parents were military, her dad a Marine soldier and her mom was an engineer that took care of the military's toys and helped in the R&D department. Needless to say, Deseri decided to try following in their steps. She took to her dad's somewhat strict training regime eagerly, as well as academics at school and made a point to excel in both. It quickly became apparent that she had a particular talent for robotics and mechanical engineering, just as her mother did.

She breezed through school, and when she was 18 she joined up with the military and quickly became distinguished as one of the brightest and youngest they had in the academy. When in boot camp she spent her free time modifying weapons, designing new things, and generally tinkering with military hardware, much to the chagrin of her superiors, but for the most part she wasn't reprimanded for it as she mostly put everything back the way it was.

Most of boot camp went by quickly, and she graduated with flying colors, which is when her career finally started taking off. With things as peaceful as they were in the universe though, she didn't get to see much in the way of real action. Most of her time was spent tinkering with military hardware, fixing and repairing things and making things stayed in top shape. Occasionally, they had to deal with some rebels, terrorists, or extremists but for the most part most of her days were spent without incident.

When she turned 20 though, she was noticed by the military's R&D department, the same division as her mom worked in. She had pulled a few strings to let Deseri into the department, which she quickly distinguished herself practically as a savant in the bio-engineering, mechanical, and cybernetic fields. Particularly so when she lost her lower left arm in an accident involving a laser-cutter, a high powered telescope, and some strong ahesive. (Don't ask). Instead of making do with a simple prosthetic, she made her own. A state of the art thing she called the 'Hephaestus Tool', which she continued to refine and improve upon through the years.

Peace doesn't always last though, and a few years passed when they got word of some Arraxi terrorists planing a bio-attack on some important diplomats, based in a small city on earth. So of course, the military was bough in and so was some of the R&D department to see what exactly they were dealing with.

Well, it went horribly wrong.

Turns out it had been a trap by someone she's still unsure about. Not that it matters now - anyone in the complex that wasn't part of her unit had been consumed. Her and her unit were ambushed, drugged, and were planned to be as used the bio weapons themselves using an experimental nanite-based bio weapon. Deseri was the first and only subject. The people had...overestimated the swarms obedience and the ability to be contained.

As soon as they put the things in her, they immediately started turning her into her now mostly machine state integrating her nerves, limbs, and other biological functions into their system. For a time, Deseri and the swarm were docile, while they further augmented her. Cut off her other limbs, replacing them with artificial ones, and giving the swarm the material it needed to work on any other delicate internal changes to her body.

At least, until the swarm deemed that the scientists should die.

Assuming control of Deseri, the swarm completely annihilated the extremists, devouring them within seconds. Soon, the phage spread to the outside and started devouring the civilians as well. Deseri managed to at least, get the other soldiers that were with her out but the aftermath was...not pretty. After managing to return to the base she and the team were held for questioning, and the Arraxi government were understandably wanting answers and justice. Deseri herself was kept confined in solitary in a facility where bio-hazardous materials were kept. After weeks and months of political back and forth, talks, bogus trials, false accusations, and politicians wanting to sweep this under the rug, they reached a verdict.

The Arraxi were not happy. The Queens saw her nothing more as a weapon now - nothing more than a hunk of metal and would have treated her as such. However, after outcries from Deseri's old squad mates who she saved during the incident, her dad and mom pulling some strings they managed to avoid a death sentence for being a 'bio-hazard' - though what she got wasn't much better. A specially designed cell aboard the Alcatraz.

Air-tight, small, with specially designed emitters in the room that produce a low-level electrical field that disrupts the swarms higher thought processes. The door to the cell is a heavy duty double security door that can forcibly close and trap whatever is locked in there in. She is to be kept with minimal contact with other people and for the most part remain in solitary.

Other:
Artwork created by the extremely talented Gia.

Race: Human
Age: 67
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Domhan’s left leg is shorter than his right, and he walks with a limp because of this. Both of his pinkies are missing.

Equipment:
weatherproof jacket, waterskin, hardy boots: the only thing he’s really missing is food.




Attunement/enhancements: Earth - his maximum lifting weight is a bit low for human: 150 lbs. his Mana pool is a bit deeper than that of an average human, however.

Unique Ability:
Metal Manipulator: Domhan has spent his life perfecting his attunement for space life. He is far more comfortable around iron, steel, lead, and other ores useful to spacefarers than he is around rocks one would find on a planet. Basic unrefined ores carry the residual magic left from the pulse, same as any other rock. Anything that has been processed, alloyed, or otherwise manufactured (I.E. guns, prosthetics, pretty much anything a PC would have) requires him to personally inject a little bit of his own magic into them, human refinement seemingly stripping them of their magic. After this initial contact, he has full control to manipulate these objects from a distance - this includes his favorite trick of removing small vital parts from a gun while leaving it visually intact, such that it blows up on the shooter when the trigger is pulled. Domhan's weapons, of course, are magically attuned.

Close range fighter: Ships can be small, ships can be cramped. You will end up fighting hand to hand; and this plays into Domhan's hand. He has mastered an up close, personal, and dirty style of fighting that incorporates his abilities and his weapons. He is, of course, a bit older at this point and not quite as flexible, but the best of stolen doctors have kept him in prime physical condition.

Personality: Neutral Evil//ISTJ//calculated//thoughtful//patient//ambitious//quick-thinker
Domhan sees himself as the best at what he does, and what he does is backstabbing himself to the top. Domhan reads people like a book, and will happily manipulate them without care. He also much prefers talking to fighting.

Bio: A criminal from birth, don’t be expecting any sob stories from this old man: his parents were space pirates, living on a planet near the center of the Milky Way. He grew up surrounded by adventurers, murderers; very dangerous men and women of all types. This was his first important lesson: underestimate nobody. His second was how to fly a spaceship, and his third was how to murder in cold blood.
He took all of these lessons to heart, and rose extremely quickly through the ranks of the pirates... too quickly, as it happened. When he was 19, the captain attempted to have him killed, and Domhan was forced to flee with a small cohort loyal to him. He set up his own base a few lightyears away, on a moon orbiting a small trade hub. He made a killing on the black market for 5 years, and learned for himself his own back-channel contacts, refining his negotiating style. Eventually the planet he was abusing was able to call in a larger force from its mother planet to raid the moon; Domhan was unprepared and was captured.
Unfortunately for his would-be imprisoners, Domhan was able to escape, people already underestimating his uniquely tailored abilities (the cell was mostly metal, for goodness’ sake!). Domhan, now destitute and without a crew of his own, decided he wanted to take from his old captain the base he had once called home. How to do that on his own? Well... he wasn’t truly alone: his parents had been garnering sympathy for him since his departure, and there were a number of sympathizers to him on the planet. When he snuck back onto the planet, he was able to set it up so that the next day, those few loyal to him would protect him after he assassinated the captain. The next day, after crawling through what felt like miles of ventilation systems, he popped up from the floors and stabbed the captain through the heart before she could react. No one dared to oppose him.
Now the top dog, he kept it that way for over forty years; his planned raids constantly successful, assassins all thwarted, booty of unimaginable quantities acquired. One of his best raids was on a Arraxi outpost; he was under the impression that there was a horde of technology and gold there. There was even more than he expected, and their defenses were poor for standing up to his abilities: from this point, he started getting more and more bold with his attacks on the Arraxi, eventually attracting interstellar attention. His information was wrong on the raid, too. Had it been but an hour later, he would have been off scott free. But as it was, here he was, stuck on this stupid fucking planet after being trapped on that horrific ship, the anti-aggression field constantly fucking with his thought processess. A long and hard fall.

Other: Domhan has trained with firearms, and is a decent shot. carrying one, however, is not his style.

Name: Ahleya "Lea" Bursmir

Race: Human

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lea looks as normal as any human could be, save for her heterochromic eyes with the right one being ruby red and the other a bright azure blue. These tends to distract people from listening to her but she manages to snap them back to attention soon enough. Her black hair cascades all the way down to around her mid-back, silky in texture and quite shiny when under the light (but not to extremes).

Lea tends to wear her lab gown almost anywhere she goes inside the ship so as to not look very informal (her superiors stressed this before she left). However, under her lab gown are usually simple clothing. Though there are times where she is seen in a simple blazer, shirt and slacks. This has been increasing in frequency the more time she spends inside the ship. She always seems to carry around the Plague Doctor Mask hanging from her slacks. She sometimes scares fellow staff with it.

Equipment:

• Plague Doctor Mask - a small collectible she owns that she would often carry around and sometimes even wear around. It has a built in filter and the likes so it still helps her to some degree.
• Medical Equipment - Though she already has magic to heal others, she still carries around an emergency medkit filled with reliable Bursmir-branded medicines/small machines just in case she depletes her mana reserves.
• Laser Pistol - Given to her for self-defense with plasma cartridges that can be recharged in the sunlight or any source of natural light (though it charges much faster when exposed to the light of the stars). Rarely uses it.
• Backpack with essentials - When she escapes through a pod, she is able to take some essentials with her. It includes a change of clothing and rations.

Attunement/enhancements: Life Attunement

Unique Ability:

• Enhance - They say Life Attunement allows one to manipulate their/another's body freely. Lea goes to the next level for this. By manipulating the muscles and tendons of another person, they are able to have enhanced physical abilities (speed, strength, etc.). Not to the point of superhuman, but only enhanced as to help them. These come at a price as too much of this would make the body convulse after the effect has worn down and be rendered unusable for a short amount of time for the body to readjust itself once more.
• Medic! - Most of the members of the Bursmir family has this unique element to them. It's why they are one of the best doctors in the worlds. Lea has the ability to see what is wrong with a person by looking at them. It's more like seeing the chemicals in their brains working and then seeing if there's anything abnormal happening internally - like seeing a small virus strain would make her alarm go off. When she touches something for an amount of time, she is able to see the biology of the specimen - as long as it is organic. This helps if she's looking for a weakness, given that she's able to remain in contact with the specimen. This comes at the cost of nausea, and when used too much, fatigue or passing out.

Personality: Lea is an oddly energetic person and is most likely to let loose than be stiff, even in the presence of her superiors. She speaks casually even when diagnosing something life-threatening for patients - much to their dismay or enjoyment. People often find it easy to talk to her and let out their feelings because of the friendly aura that she exudes. Considering that a smile is the most natural thing she can do other than manipulating the bodies of others, it is understandable why. She is even often seen conversing with prisoners while they're in the recreational room or just roaming around. Heck, she even approaches them in their cells to talk to them.

She is the type of person who hides nothing. She is a very transparent person and one who is pretty blunt too. Brutal honesty is one of her traits, if it is for the best or the worst is subjective. Fear is something that doesn't seem to register well in her mind. She knows when she's in danger but she doesn't seem to appear shaken. People often think that she is simple confident or really good at hiding her feelings, but in truth, she simply doesn't feel fear. Lea isn't sure why. Wrong genetic coding maybe?

Lea has become more and more aware of the fact that not everyone on Alcatraz was actually a terrible criminal. Some of them were just unfortunate enough to be chosen. This led to her becoming more open with the prisoners without thinking of much consequences - often sharing her own stories if they are unwilling to talk. She acts more as the ship's psychologist and just the person to talk to if you want. She doesn't seem to have the ability to hate people - or at least, she doesn't know if she actually hates someone.

Bio: Let's start with Lea's family - the Bursmir. They are a well-known medical family that has bases almost everywhere and is trusted by many of the public. Inventors of medicine and medical machines, they had sold so much that they had managed to rise up from a small clinic at a small countryside and extended their reach to the nearby city and then to another and so on and so forth until so many years later - they are one of the largest companies in the current date.

Though the Bursmir had its fair share of bumps along the road. After the appearance of the Attuned, the family had been torn apart. They fought with each other regularly and separated the super company into two. Subterfuge, underhanded tactics, dirty rumors - the Bursmir's family name had been tainted by their fights. It was merely because of jealousy that this all started and it would only take a small group of Bursmir family members to put a stop to it once and for all. Creating a contract which agrees that both the Life Attuned members and the machine wielders would be used in the hospitals for maximum effectiveness. With begrudging hearts, they accepted, finding that they had lost their original goal - to help others.

And so, it brings us to the present where it has become a supercompany once more. Young Lea is a part of the main family and secondborn to it so she has no right to assume the family throne as that will be given to her older brother - Kyle. She and Kyle were close to each other and none held grudged between each other even though Kyle was not an Attuned whereas she was. While Lea trained in both the arts of using her magic and using the Bursmir technology, Kyle learned all about running the company and also using Bursmir Technology.

Lea was considered a prodigy in both arts, earning the jealousy of her brother to which she is oblivious about. At the mere age of 19, she graduated from med school and was on her way to becoming a doctor while Kyle was still struggling to keep up. There had been talk that Lea would inherit the Bursmir Inc. but she dismissed these as mere rumors. She continued on with her life and became a well-known doctor for being both lax and easy to talk to.

Lea was approached by her father when she was 22 while Kyle was still at school. He offered to give her the company as she seems to be more capable than Kyle. However, she turned him down. Kyle was way more responsible than she will ever be and she's not one for business. Her father accepted her decision. They decided to keep this a secret since her father guessed that Kyle might not like the idea that he offered the position to Lea - the younger sister - first.

This conversation reached Kyle and he got angry at both his father and Lea, but more on the latter. Pure, unbridled rage erupted from her brother and he hit her on two separate occasions but all without anyone else witnessing it. Lea never fought back, knowing that things would turn out badly should she fight back. She never told anyone about it and healed herself rather quickly to hide it from their father.

As Lea grew older, the siblings became more and more distant. The recent death of their father placed Kyle on the seat and has ruled rather fairly. He then ordered Lea to volunteer for The Alactraz, for reasons unknown. Lea was happy to oblige as this gives her ample time to research about the prisoners locked up in the high-security level prison ship.

Others:

• As head of the medical team, she has full access to the prisoners' and staff's profiles and she has utilized it all. The reason for her having such access is because their medical records are in there and she has to review them for better medication.
• She carries around the Plague Doctor Mask to remind her and others of the devastating effects of both the Black Plague and the doctors' incompetence. She does enjoy the morbidity irony she's doing - often finding it funny even.

Race:
Human-Arraxi Android

Age:
Human Age: 24 Yrs
Android Age: 3 Yrs of Operation

Gender:
Considers itself as It, but will respond to she/her

Appearance:
V.O.I.C.E stands at an almost daunting 6'0 when standing straight, it is made of dozen of interesting parts. Her actual exoskeleton is made of a special alloy developed by her creators, to be both incredibly strong to hold her body up, but also highly maneuverable for the perfect cybernetic responses. It has white hair, but It does have the capability to change it to whatever hue It chooses, white is just more her color. It has a weird purple/red hue to her almost grey/white eyes, especially when light is hitting it. It also typically has a metal type apparatus on her head, depending on her shell, and will also vary on effect depending on the shell. Shells are the outer "shelling" of V.O.I.C.E's body, each shell comes with a set of enhancements and all vary in looks. During its time of operation as an Android, it has been retrofitted with dozens of different model shells. Currently, it has three body shells, Type S, which is most it's most common body shell that Voice will be found in (and also the one used in the picture above), Type C, her combat mode and Type O, think hulkbuster-esque shell.


More of a balanced shell, It mainly uses this shell, as it has the most capabilities for handling multiple situations, it is also her most agile form. Mostly covered by a dress/overcoat type of clothing, it is all black, making it hard to see much of anything under it. It uses that to her advantage, though to anyone who knows about her shells well, will know that under the cloak dress, is a very light, alloy, the least durable of her Shells, this shell is more for stealth, infiltration, recon, any of the like. V.O.I.C.E in this shell, will still have white hair, and the described eyes as before. Along with this, she'll have snow white skin, at least the skin that's visible. On her head in this form, she has machinery that looks a tad bit like animal ears on her. Traveling down her body, you'll notice her clothing is not so much clothing, as it is actually a part of her body. The darkest black obtainable on the market, it marks the beginning of where most of her visual mechanical parts are located. Her alloy body, sealed within the black parts of her, they hold her vulnerable insides. The seal over her mechanical neck and body is made of a special latex, made to mimic the feeling of skin. It also is durable in the sense it doesn't rip easy, almost like a touch fabric over Voice's metal insides.


V.O.I.C.E's Type C Shell is its most mechanical shell. Built with a much harder and dense alloy, this shell doesn't have the same mobility of course, being much more heavy set to handle it's weapons and purpose. Leaving behind the espionage black, this shell dawns a light grey, with dozens of red markings all over her body. She also has many holsters built into the shell for maximum weapon capacity. Instead of being hidden under a cloak like thing, this form is primarily machine, the only things organic looking being the top half of her jaw and face, her eyes and her long light pink hair hair. She also has an "eye-patch" of sorts over her left eye, her other a glowing hot red.


Probably Voice's second most simplistic shells, she reverts back to her short hair, this time it typically being grey. Like the other shells, this one is mixed with the same latex and alloy material, however this shell is the strongest and most durable. Instead of having normal looking arms, they're replaced with enormous mechanical knucklebuster esque hands/arms.


Honestly, this is V.O.I.C.E's least used Shell, it's more of a civilian shell, that's really all that can be said, it has more 'skin" showing then any of the other shells, and is the most human looking, it's mechanical part hidden under a hoodie dress. This shell is not meant for intense combat scenarios whatsoever!

Equipment:
General Equipment:
-Typically on her person she holds up to eight Arraxi metal, Katana-esque blades. They fold to narrowly into the size of its handle 4 ways, to take up less weapon space. The blades themselves are sharpened to the maximum, cutting through skin like it was paper or chopping through bone with one clean powerful swing. This blade mixed with V.O.I.C.E's android strength and processing ability, make these extremely deadly. (She doesn't use them when in her Type O Shell)

-Equipped with two napalm-esque grenades, these are mostly used for crowd control, it'll fuck ya up if ya get splashed, but it works as a good deterrent as well.

-Along with the napalm grenades, she has three 9 inch blade, knife grenades, the explosives being hidden in the handle.

-Various different guns at different times, created from her unique ability Miniforge (Also includes bullets that she has to make).

Attunement/enhancements:


Unique Ability:
Miniforge:
Built within in the confines of all her shells, is something she refers to as "Miniforge". Now without getting into to much technobabble, this part of her shells works as a forge or sorts that's linked to her brain. Upon eating metals (any only metals), her insides in turn melt it down and work like a forge, linked to her computer brain to allow her to make ballistic guns with computer level accuracy. It takes about a post to replicate a weapon, the bigger it is, the more material and time she'll need to form it. Handguns/Submachine-Guns/Knives/etc take about one post, anything bigger will take two post and she must not take any damage while making said weapons. Bullets she can make on the go, and they can be made in the same post, once per post, the amount dependent on how much material she's eaten.

Infectious A.I:
Her most important ability, and the one purpose Voice exist in her eyes. Her A.I is a very peculiar one, when created, it was innocent, but as it began to learn, it began to edit itself. It added things to it's programming that otherwise would have never existed, this being one of them. With snake like wires that extend from her fingers, she can attempt to inject herself into technology, programs, etc, inputting her A.I completely into it. When she does this, she loses control of her body, and if her shell is destroyed while she is injected into something, whatever she injected into herself is her new body until she can get out or someone helps her. Now there are several different reactions typically when she injects herself, one being like the ability says, she infects the object and begins pulling data, coping it to herself, and then she has the choice of destroying it or using it however she chooses (This is the best scenario, as if this works, then typically she can control whatever she's in or trying to take a hold of). Another scenario, whatever she's injecting herself into rejects her and forces her out almost instantly, locking itself from her injecting again. This typically happens if she's not prepared for a system built for the purpose of thwarting "intruders". Some situation, she encounters systems that have defenses and she has to defeat the system in order to pass, like a minigame of sorts almost. Then you have situations where upon injecting herself, though this has never happened before, she's accepted and the amount of information that she tries to absorb could overload her and basically send her into a deep sleep recovery mode. If her shell is destroyed while in this recovery mode, then her A.I is locked into the sleep and must be reactivated into something to turn back on.

Personality:
This is a very particular "person" for someone of her race and current employer, some might even say it's a wonder how she’s not actually a human. She is one of the nicest beings one could meet, but there is something a bit off about her sometimes, it's not always apparent and some might even say one wouldn't notice it at all, but there is sometimes a sudden change that she does when things become out of her control, or she herself loses control. it's almost like a 0-60 deal and it's scares a lot of people from how funny and quirky she can be to almost cruel like, one would call her unrecognizable when she is like this. That being said she is able to hold in that part of her mind and personality in check...most of the time...and keeps it from becoming who she is outside of small outburst or when she is alone. She can also sport a sprouting of good spirit when the moment arrives and can be almost like that of a normal human being, a way for her to help those around her, yeah she could be the typical android but she's found that people responses to her being that way, prove incredibly positive for her. V.O.I.C.E has a very calming personality much of the time, like that of a mother or a grandmother, because of the experiences that she was preset with from her creators. She built to fix and edit problems in society that would otherwise be impossible to overcome. Maybe this is why in private her true personality is that of someone with a God Complex, which when she is statistically better then most things, hard to say otherwise.

Bio:
[R E D A C T E D]

Race: Arraxi

Age: [Arraxi equivalent of 33]

Gender: Male

Appearance:
DISCLAIMER, HE DOES NOT ACTUALLY HAVE WINGS.


”Do yourself a favour and walk away so I don’t have to waste bullets.”


-Devil’s Left And Right Hand: Two very high-powered revolvers, chambered in .45-calibre rounds, and capable of blowing a sizeable chunk out of a person. They’re more or less hand-cannons.
-Lasso. Made of a fine fiber-alloy metal, it’s nigh unbreakable to almost all unmodified, and a fair few modified/enhanced beings. Has a toggleable stun option.
-Electrified Combat Blade. Has a toggleable electrocute option, because it’s pointless to stun someone after stabbing or slicing them.
-Old-style Cowboy Hat.
-A Northless compass.

”I’ll let my Hands decide whether or not you die.”


-Armoured Carapace: Nerazi’ra’s entire body is practically a exo-skeleton, and even most of his internals are at least in some way augmented, though nothing like other Arraxi, due to him opting out of unnecessary enhancements. He can take a bullet or two in the same spot, but apart from that, it’s more or less just fairly hard skin.
-Optic Eye: A single eye(of his 6) enhanced to be able to zoom in up to 8x the normal sight range of a human. That being said, he’s at his most inaccurate at that range, and does better within 100m of the thing he’s shooting at.
-Slightly Enhanced Senses: Hearing is slightly better than normal, as is his smell and taste. Done by tempering his natural skills, rather than with any actual enhancements.


-Devil’s Advocate: Able to expend the entire magazine of almost any semi-automatic weapon in just under 2 seconds. He reloads his revolvers faster than most as well, due to his quick hands and because of how well he knows them.
-Dead Eye: It’s been rumoured Nerazi’ra has never missed a shot. That isn’t true, he’s missed on the occasion, but usually the bullet that missed is followed by one that’s dead on point. His accuracy does drop, however, after about 75 metres, and doesn't bother shooting after 100m, unless it's either for a really important reason, or if it's a huge fuck off target.

”Duck, girl. This place is going to be a free-fire zone soon.”


A strong silent type, Nerazi’ra is more or less inclined towards a ‘good’ alignment, though that includes doing ‘not good’ things to ‘bad’ people. Apostrophes because all of those are perspective based. His perspective is with both money, and with justice. He’d probably be Lawful Neutral, to be honest. Not opposed to doing bad things to good people given the situation, and not opposed to doing good things because they’re good.

An outward hard persona, Nerazi’ra doesn’t open up very often, nor does he warm to others quickly, unless they’ve helped him before and are good people at heart.

Despite being hard-shelled, Nerazi’ra is prone to being overly nice to people in distress, and will usually go out of his way to help them out, which is the reason he was put on Alcatraz in the first place.

”It’s okay, kid, I won’t hurt you. You hungry?”


Nerazi’ra’s first half of his life was purely the standard norm. He was educated by his mother, then left the station he was on to just explore the universe. He learnt that not everything was all roses and sunshine. He quickly ended up on a backwards planet that was practically run by outlaws. He was in way over his head, and had gotten mugged several times, so he lacked the money to leave this new hellhole. He almost resigned himself to his fate, and so the next time he was held-up at gunpoint, he decided to fight back. Of course, he did nothing, and was promptly beaten to the ground by the ruffian. He took several hard boots the the mandibles and eyes, before they abruptly stopped. He looked up to see the same ruffian, only with the majority of his head missing. At first appalled, he looked through the ruffian’s legs, who was still standing, not yet even registering his death, and saw a man cloaked in a ragged duster billowing in the wind.

Nerazi’ra’s true life began that day. The man, an old human, admitted to Nerazi’ra that he had noticed him the moment he landed on the planet, and witnessed the first time he was mugged, as well as the second, and even the third, yet didn’t act on it since Nerazi’ra wasn’t willing to take the risk to stand up against to his oppressors. The moment he did, the old man, who’s name he never disclosed, acted as well. He took Nerazi’ra under his wing, and started teaching him the Creed, something the old man made himself. Over a great many years, the old man honed his skill, and taught himself how to fire something that isn’t supposed to be fired rapidly, rapidly. Thus why he chose revolvers as his main companions, which he of named “Left Hand of the Devil” and “Right Hand of the Devil”. He thought that to exact justice on those deserving, the Devil had to make the decision whether or not they deserved death or not.

He taught Nerazi’ra the Creed, which valued justice above all else, including one’s own life. Soon, Nerazi’ra changed to be more like the old man. Cold and unforgiving, but also caring to those that needed it. He quickly adopted the old man’s Creed as his own, and with it, started learning the skill of rapid firing things that shouldn’t be rapid fired, short name “Devil’s Advocate”.

Sadly, several years after meeting the old man, he came to an end on a distant and mostly uninhabited planet, dying peacefully from old age, but not before he handed over his prized revolvers to Nerazi’ra, and making him promise that he would live by the Creed, and maybe even eventually, find an apprentice himself to keep the Creed alive through the ages.

At this point, Nerazi’ra was a master with the revolver, and was also skilled enough to be classified as a crack-shot. Although still not as proficient with the ‘Devil’s Advocate’ skill, he was still a terror to behold. He travelled through the planets, dispensing righteous justice where it was due, and taking up bounties where ever he could find them. He built a decent reputation for himself, and occasionally clashed with a planet’s law enforcement, and as such he was forced to kill the occasional officer.

Then, on perhaps the most fateful day of his life, Nerazi’ra met a very young Sapishte. She was hungry, and of course, Nerazi’ra took her under his wing for a couple days until she was healthy enough for him to take her out and find where she was from. It was after those couple days, that he learnt that she was the personal plaything of the head of one of the local Mafia bosses who escaped from him, and as such, several henchmen were dispatched to find her. They tracked her down eventually, but instead of finding a defenseless little Sapishte, they found Nerazi’ra. He gunned down a dozen men in less than a second, then another one was ‘subjugated’ physically, before being forced to spill his guts about the Mafia Head’s whereabouts. After getting that information, Nerazi’ra executed the man, then took the little girl by the hand and went off towards the location.

It went downhill for the entire Mafia from there. Fueled by rage, Nerazi’ra cut a swathe through the lackeys, straight to the Head of the Mafia, who, in his panic, called the local law enforcement, many of whom he had in his wallet. They didn’t get there in time. Nerazi’ra put a bullet in the Head’s feet, knees, crotch, elbows, hands, shoulders, and left him to bleed to death, which he did. Sadly, though, the entire facility was surrounded by men and women of the law, so Nerazi’ra either had to put the Sapishte girl at risk shooting his way out, which he probably could have done, or to give up and make sure she got a good life somewhere. He chose the latter. He stepped outside with his hands up, and his guns holstered, and made sure the Lawmen gave the Sapishte girl a good home in exchange for him going quietly. They agreed.

When the time came, he was put on trial for almost countless murders of criminals, since that was still regarded as murder, as well as the far fewer amount of murders he committed on lawmen all around the universe. He was sentenced to several hundred life sentences on Alcatraz for his crimes, and that’s just what happened.


Heavily inspired by Roland Deschain, and more or less the Gunslingers as a whole from the Dark Tower book series.

Race: Human

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance: Amanda is a rather imposing individual, standing at 6'2 and weighing around 350lbs out of her armour and stands 7'5 when inside her armour. She has short silver hair that she keeps clean and sort of tidy. Her eyes almost match her hair being closer to grey or a darker shade of silver. She also boasts an impressive Physique that is maintained through exercise and wearing her massive suit of armour.

Her suit has a fairly simple colour scheme going for Black and Red. It is bulky and easily conceals the gender of the wearer with it's sheer size alone. It has many dim lights scattered across it with only a few that actually serve a purpose, these being the two large lights on the sides of the helmet that serve as red torches.





Equipment:
Arbiter S7 battle suit- The Arbiter powered battle suit is basically intended to make the wearer a tank. Its armor is strong enough to withstand small arms fire. The suit also carries a small oxygen supply that can be used to survive in space or under water for around 5 minutes. The gauntlets have air hardening kinetic shield emitters that are capable of taking a few (2-3) high caliber rounds before shattering and needing to recharge.

Excalibur heavy assault rifle- This massive assault rifle fires 6mm bullets with a clip of size of 30 rounds at 600 rounds per minute at an effective range of 350 meters anything past that is pretty much safe. It only has basic ammo but it makes up for that with a giant bayonet, it's basically a entire sword stuck on a gun. (Ten clips kept on person)

Ragnarok .50 cal revolver- The Ragnarok .50 cal revolver is very simple. It is a .50 cal revolver that can fire two rounds before needing to be reloaded. It's effective range is only 60 meters and the max range of 300 meters. (Twenty rounds kept on person)

Deliverance multi role shotgun- The Deliverance is 12 gauge shotgun designed to make it hard for any target that decides to get into close range. All of its shots have a effective range of 45 meters. Amanda carries 4 kinds of ammunition for it. Those ammo types being; Electro buck shot, buck shot, Dragons breath (fire slug) and high explosive slug. It only houses 1 shot at a time. (12 shock rounds 24 buck shot, 6 Dragons breath and 12 high explosive carried on her person.)

Attunement/enhancements: Amanda's entire body has undergone enhancements so that her body can withstand the weight of her armor suit, her bones have been reinforced and her strength augmented with cybernetics. So she can cope with its 1000lb weight. The armor itself also helps with weight management. She is more twice as strong as a regular person of her size being able to life around 600lbs. Other then her strength nothing else is altered. While in her armour she can lift around 1500lbs.

Unique Ability:

Cook- Amanda learnt how to cook from her parents during her early life, she was never super crazy about it. But the skills are still there.

Personality: Amanda is a straight to business kind of person, not caring for formalities or pleasantries. She's in it to get jobs done, not waste time with meaningless words to people she'll probably never have to worry about again. She trusts nobody, mostly because of the fact she's not spent any substantial period of time with anyone. Earning her trust would take a few instances of you either saving her life or putting your life on the line to protect others. Though earning her trust would be harder if you were an alien, she is moderately xenophobic not to the point where she would spurt out curses and open fire the second she sees you, but enough for it to be clear that she isn't a fan of non humans. She's fine with robots and androids kinda feeling like a half robot herself. And she has a few things she never likes discussing, those things being her past, lovey kissy crap, cybernetics and Xenos. She would be able to put aside her xenophobia given enough positive interactions with a particular alien, but only that individual would be exempt. And given time possibly even friends. Unknown to most she is actually masochistic to an extent, this developed over her many torture sessions as a means to cope with the pain.

Bio:
Amanda's parents Catherine Krisk and Anthony Davis made her early life easy. She received plenty of love, gifts and wisdom from them. The family was very involved in supporting the military, praising the soldiers as heroes with boundless courage. This mentality quickly set itself into Amanda's mind and by the young age of 6 she'd already decided she wanted to join the army and be among the heroes that serve the people an make sure everyone is safe. Her favourite classes were Phis ed and history, Phis ed because she got to work on becoming strong and history because she got to learn about the heroes of the past and how they stopped tragedies. But by far her favourite thing was visiting the ice cream store after school. Amanda was born into a reasonably nice town, good neighbours, nice shopping centre and one of the best ice cream joints in the whole system. Unbeknown to most there were rather unsavoury activities that took place in their little town of Ba'Zesh.

On Amanda's daily visits Scoop the ice cream man always greeted the young girl with a smile and a vanilla strawberry swirl. She would smile back at him then hand over the 2 dollars for the ice cream never forgetting to say thank you as she toddled out of the store. Their exchanges were brief but Amanda felt like she really knew the man. She was of coarse only 8 at this point. The rest of her primary years shot by in a flash of exercise, historical battles and ice cream. During this time she got into trouble a notable amount of times for hitting other students, but the kids she hit were exclusively bullies.

This habit didn't die out when she got into high school either, in fact it got worse as her above average stature became more and more evident. Her parents tried to get her to cease the beating of the bullies but Amanda argued that she was being a hero, to that her mother responded "There is more to being a hero than beating up people, soldiers only go out to war because it's the last resort." Amanda hissed, she knew this. But still there was a big difference between war and school yard bullies. She pulled her act together after that, she even went as far as to not fight back one time as a rather small boy insulted her. She hated it, every second she wasn't hitting the bullies was agonising for her. The only reason she was able to make it through high school was because of her friends.

Amanda was now in her final year of school and she was already standing at her full 6'2 height and rocking an impressive physique, this got her some attention from the boys. She rejected all attempts at partnership, she didn't want to be in a relation ship, she currently had no time for it besides she'd have to leave them for the army after she graduated, so she saw mo point. This final year of school was actually rather easy for her she was already top of her sports class and she got good scores in history, and no subject was giving her grief. Then graduation seemed to fly around. Amanda was shocked that she'd actually managed to get through this last year without one "incident" she was actually proud of herself. To celebrate their success Amanda decided the best thing to do would be to take her friends to the ice cream shop she'd visited since she was a kid.

Scoop greeted her differently than he usually did, this time he had a set of ten ice creams ready. He'd guessed that Amanda would have brought her friends here tough he didn't know how many, it was just after graduation and he would have been insulted if Amanda didn't show up with her friends after a big event like that. Amanda smiled and laughed a little "Scoop you didn't need to do this, besides. What if Stacy and Henry aren't keen on vanilla strawberry swirl?" Scoop chuckled "But everyone loves vanilla strawberry swirl!" he responded with a smile. Amanda looked back at her friends who nodded in agreement "He's not wrong" Henry said with a slight smirk, Amanda's smile only grew larger as she fished around inside her pocket for some coins. "Oh you won't be needing that Amanda" Said Scoop with a jolly tone, Amanda tilted her head then Scoop put the tray forward "These one's are on the house. It's not every day you graduate now is it?" Amanda couldn't argue with that logic.

So there she sat with her two best friends having their vanilla strawberry swirls, then three men wearing masks swung the door open and walked into the ice cream shop making sure to flip the open sign to closed. They didn't seem to be armed so Amanda got up out of her chair and readied herself for a fight, only then did she realise how dizzy she was. Looking back at her friends who were still sitting down she noticed the weren't moving, the looked paralysed by fear. But before she looked back at the three men she was already on the ground, one of the men looming over her, he chuckled. "Oh you're going to fetch a high price, I could name a few people who want a strong girl such as yourself." The mans chuckles were the only thing she could hear as she blacked out.

Amanda woke in a cold metal cell with no windows or bars, she looked around trying to figure out what was going on. But there was nothing to see, only the walls, roof and floor. She'd already begun to shake she had no idea where she was how long she'd been asleep or who had kidnapped her, the only other semblance of life she could find in the room was the dried blood lining the corners of the room, no doubt from other captives who tried to claw their way out or something. The place was gruesome, like something from a horror movie, Amanda had no idea how long she'd be able to withstand being in such an environment. But her thoughts were cut short when a speaker
crackled to life "So you're finally awake, Scoop must have put too much narcotics in your ice cream. Ah well, you're awake now and that's what matters. Now I'm sorry to inform you but you are now property, and you have actually already been sold. Normally I would tell you the buyers name but they wanted to remain ambiguous, said that they usually do things to make their purchases hate them, even more then they normally would." Amanda gritted her teeth and went to start yelling but the room was already being pumped full of gas. She again drifted off into a forced sleep. She could hear the voice apologising for knocking her out again.

Yet again she woke up in an unknown location but this time she knew why shew as there, and she wasn't happy about being sold but she didn't know what kind of person had bought her. Though from that little bit of info the man behind the speaker dropped on her, her hopes for a "nice" person buying her were non existent. She knew she had to play her cards right, she was enraged that she'd been taken from her family and auctioned off, but she knew that whoever was running this operation knew what they were doing and that escaping was impossible. She was going to have to play the cards she was dealt. The room she was trapped in this time was much cleaner, but that didn't ease Amanda's conscience. She decided to speak "What do you want with me!? You obviously don't intend from me to be a slave!" A door slid open and a rather frightening looking Arraxi walked through the door. its limbs were elongated with metal implants, on the ends of its disturbingly long arms were savage looking barbed talons. It's main body was far bulkier than the arms it's shell being mixed with steel giving it reflective patches, the worst part of all was it's disgusting maw, that hundreds of needles filling it's facial cavity. The sight of this monster made her shiver slightly.

"You couldn't be more wrong. You now belong to Gantu, and you are going to be one of his many mercenaries." The Arraxi's voice made Amanda's skin crawl but she hid her discomfort with a cold glare, "What happens if I say no?" She asked, there was no aggression in her voice she wanted to know if they might try targeting her family or something like that. The Arraxi paused for a moment, as if waiting for permission to talk, the silence was awkward, the ghoulish insect standing there motionlessly. "Your family will be extinguished if you do not comply." Amanda wished her hunch had been wrong but alas it wasn't she wasn't going to resist and threaten her families safety. Suddenly the Arraxi's arm extended forwards and wrapped itself around Amanda's throat and it carried her out of her cell. She tried fighting against the monsters grip for a short time but very quickly noticed how futile her attempts were.

Eventually the Arraxi threw her into a room full of hideous looking tools and many operation tables, she didn't like where this was going. "Your current capabilities are not enough to satisfy Gantu's needs, so after you are trained in combat you will be enhanced. Any attempt to resist will result in the death of your kin. So please do not resist." Amanda was mortified, the situation seemed to only be getting worse and there was nothing she could do to stop it, the only thing she could do was surrender. So that is what Amanda did. She couldn't believe that her life could be changed so much in such a small period of time. As she sat their in ruin the Arraxi again picked her up by the neck and walked her into some kind of "accommodation". This is where her life as Amanda Krisk ended, and her life as the murder puppet of Gantu began.

Over the next year Amanda was forced to train endlessly to become proficient with firearms, knifes and hand to hand combat. She didn't excel in anything but she did manage to get a high level of skill. Aside from her combat training she also received many torture sessions to deaden her nerves and make her more resistant to pain. She functioned less well in the torture tests much to the disappointment of Gantu. Then when she hit the age of 20 Gantu contacted her directly for the very first time. He only told her that it was time for her to receive her enhancements, she didn't want to obviously but she had no choice. Only after she'd been strapped down to the operating table did she notice that she wasn't going to get any painkillers or narcotics. She was going to go through this operation able to feel everything. She was muzzled so her screaming wouldn't annoy the surgeons, she was only conscious for about 30 minutes of the operation but that was enough for her to be able to see them implant metal enhancements into her arms, she passed out shortly after they started working on her legs.

Then after the operation was done, she was presented with her suit of armour. And then forced to go though another year of the same training she had done before the operation. This time in the armour, almost everything improved besides her initial sprinting speeds. Now she was 22 and Gantu saw it fit to send her out into the galaxy to go and make him some money, Amanda preferred to take on hit missions. But she has done a little of everything. Theft, sabotage, pest control even a small amount of espionage. But after four years of missions she got caught, this was partly due to her underestimating local law enforcement and wanting to be captured anyway. She was done working for Gantu, and perhaps now that she was imprisoned on the Alkatraz she'd finally escaped him.