Name: Raymond Chase AKA: Atlas Age: 28 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. It was the mark of a murderer on the Rock. Faction: Marauder Role in Team?: Captain, but his military training makes him an expert in combat, assault-class flying, and negotiations. Bio: [hider=The Captain] [i]"What more can you say about the kid? He's good. Maybe too good." [color=pink]"I keep hearing that, but what makes him so great?"[/color] "Shit, where do you want me to begin?" [color=pink]"The beginning."[/color][/i] --- His legs were dragged across the cold metallic floor. An eerie silence filled the long corridor, but the rooms inside were far from silent. Through the hazy blue shields that worked as cell doors, you could see brutal beatings and tortures taking place within the walls. They managed to soundproof each cell, the only time you would hear the screaming is when another guard would come in to tag the other out. He was numb to the sight, he had been here for months, and he had his time in one of those cells before. --- [i]"His dad was the famous Elliot Chase. Yeah, the man who explored five different systems, and stopped a nuclear war on Epsilon... He went MIA during a mission when Raymond was just a kid. Left a whole bunch of issues."[/i] ——- He was thrown in a cell, where he immediately went into a defensive position on the ground. He couldn't protect himself from the heavy boots of the guards. "Told you not to fuckin' interfere, Chase. You aren't a hero here!" "What can I say? Old habits die hard--"An guard's boot went straight into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He had been through pain like this before. His step dad did worse to his mom, he thought. He had to be strong for her. --- [i]"He joined the Human Alliance Navy at 17, and was soon transferred to the Galactic Fleet due to his skill. He was the best damn soldier I have ever seen. He Aced every test, and obstacle we threw at him. His charisma made him a natural leader. He wasn't even 25 yet and he was climbing through the ranks as if it was nothing... His dad would have been proud."[/i] --- There was a pause in the attacks. He pretended to be shaking from the pain, he heard chuckles coming from the two guards, and as soon as one lifted his leg, it was his time to strike. What else could they do to him? He had lost everything. --- [i]"With his heritage, and reputation here in the Committee, his team mates would call him Atlas. Carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders." [color=pink]"Tell me about Neera 4, and what happened there."[/color] "Neera... The day that changed everything."[/i] --- He spat out blood as he ducked another fist, grabbing the hand of one of the guards who tried to stab him with a taser, and twisting it, forcing him to the blue shield. He pressed the guard's face on it, his screams echoing in the room, but no one would hear him outside. There would be no backup for these two. --- [i]"We received intel that terrorists from the Vamar Clan were planning an attack on a new human colony. We sent them just in case... An ambush resulted in the whole squad dying to their last breath, except for him. The colony was safe, and they found him under a pile of rubble the next morning. Barely breathing."[/i] --- The world was spinning, and he did his best to stand. The back of his head stung with intensity, but he managed to kick the second guard square in the chest. The first one hit him again in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, but he swung back in retaliation. He was angry, and tired, and out of hope. --- [i]"He deserved some time to go back home, to be with his family and recover... What we didn't know was that his family sold Elliot Chase's farm, moved to a neighborhood. Jamie Chase, his mother, died from falling down the stairs in a rumored domestic dispute, and his sister was traumatized. As if this fuckin' kid wasn't broken enough. A few days later Gabriel Jones and the next door neighbors were found dead. He was arrested, and tried for murder."[/i] --- One was unconscious, the other was crawling away, and he stood with blood dripping from his mouth. He didn't want this. He truly didn't, and his left hand shook uncontrollably. He wished he had his crew back. He wished he wasn't betrayed by the Committee. He wished that he still had his sister, and mom to go to... He wished his dad didn't leave so long ago. His thoughts were immediately diminished as the butt of a rifle hit the back of his head, knocking him out instantly. --- [i]"He was sent to the Rock because of his skills, and condition of the murdered bodies... I don't know if he did it. Honestly, I met him before Neera. He was witty, calm under pressure, professional all at once. Just like his dad. It's hard to believe he'd kill in cold blood. It's over now, though. He's rotting away in that God forsaken prison, when he should have been a hero, or at least been treated for PTSD in some hospital." [color=pink]"Do you think Raymond Chase deserves another chance?"[/color] "Yes. I do."[/i] --------------------------- [center][u][b]Months Later[/b][/u][/center] It was the first time he saw light in a while, and he had to shield his eyes from the sudden exposure. A Satisi woman walked in, heels clicking, and guards following right after her. She wore a Committee Fleet uniform, and she stared at him with curiosity. "Raymond Chase?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. It wasn't a tone of confusion she had in her voice. She wanted to make sure he was able to speak after isolation, and head trauma. He nodded, looking up at her quizzically. "My name is Admiral Tori V'sul." She stated calmly. Raymond did his best to stand, sending the guards in a defensive mode, but the only thing the prisoner did was salute. A faint smile was hinted on the Admiral's teal skin. "At ease, Captain." She said. "Why are you... here?" His voice was raspy, he stood upright, and looked at her with full suspicion. She assumed that he was trying to calculate her. She wasn't disappointed so far. "I am here on orders to negotiate with you. You can sit here, and start fights with the guards for the rest of your sentence, or you can walk out of here with me." He hesitated. "Sounds too good to be true, Admiral." "It's all true, and all good... I am the director of the Stellar Exploration Program. I'm sure you've heard the stories of us asking fugitives to join because of the limited volunteers. My program is considered a suicide missions to some." He couldn't help but laugh a bit, although it hurt his throat. "Instead of being a prisoner on an asteroid, I'll be a prisoner on a ship, with a gun." "Not entirely... What you've done for the Committee might have gone past some of the council members, and the Human Alliance, but not from me. I think you deserve to have a second chance, to use your talents instead of waste them. I can't guarantee your complete freedom, Captain Chase, but what I can offer you is a ship. A damn good one. A full crew... And state of the art technology. The only catch is that there's limitations. You are still a criminal, but there are freedoms." Raymond looked down for quite some time. She wasn't sure how he would take this offer, and it worried her that she might lose this chance. She was putting all her chips on him. If the stories about him were true, he could lead the program to be a beacon of hope for some. A driving force for the Committee. His green eyes suddenly looked at her. "Will I be able to prove my innocence?" She hesitated. "I can only assure that to people I can trust. If you survive long enough, and prove to me that you can play by the rules, then I will do everything I can in my power to help you. Deal?" Another long pause. "When do we begin?" [/hider] Personality: Raymond is no doubt witty, honorable, and determined. His dry sense of humor, and sarcastic tones leaves him in trouble with the Galactic Committee, but a good drinking buddy to his crew. He still feels an immense amount of guilt for many things, including his mother's death, the ambush on Neera, and his sister's hatred for him. He has a more pessimistic view on the world around him, but when given the chance, he won't disappoint anyone who puts faith in him. He's a natural leader, a born fighter, and there's little that can stop him. Weapons: Raymond is equipped with a standard issue Committee Fleet [url=http://img.cadnav.com/allimg/171015/cadnav-1G015142J4.jpg]battle rifle[/url] that collapses when its placed on his back holster. His primary weapon of choice is a revolver that changes from incendiary, electric, and frost bullets. It was passed on in his family for generations. He named it [url=https://d27nqrvkk22y65.cloudfront.net/product_image/image/77040/big_ff81e56d03.jpg]Lady Luck [/url] Family/Relationship?: Raymond only has one known living relative, and that is his sister, Paige Chase. She refuses to talk to him, and blames him for the death of their mother. He also has a complicated relationship with the Monroe's Doctor, Luirae Driani. They have known each since Raymond was put in charge of the ship, and only she knows the full story of Ray's past. Because of his sentence, and status as a prisoner, he has not made his feelings clear to anyone. Other: Raymond has a collection of old Earth records--mostly 50's big band and 80's rock.