Appearance:

(The Eyepatch is for Show, but he keeps it on anyways for some reason.)

Name: "CAPTAIN!" Arron Marshal Falcon

Race: Unknown; Although he appears human, and is at least half-human, he seems to be a shape-shifter of some kind.

Age: He appears 18, and seems to act 15, but due to his shape-shifting ability, it's unknown if that's his real age, and what his real age is if it isn't.

Gender: Male

Job: Captain of the Typhon

Weapons:





Abilities: "Internal Reality Amplifier" (or "IRA" for short, also known as "Reverse-Absorption")- The Captain's unique special ability, his trump card in the face of battle. While it's unknown what he means by "Internal Reality", the main function of it is to serve as an Amplifier. Simply put, Arron is able to discharge his own metabolic/biotic energy into any person or thing he touches by his own will, hence "Reverse-Absorption."

This ability works differently depending on what he is using it on. Because its pure energy created from biological means, it is energy that can adapt to properly amplify whoever or whatever he gives it to.

Giving his energy to a person would have their own abilities enhanced by this energy for a short amount of time. The strong ones shall be stronger, the smart ones will be smarter, the fast ones more fast, etc. Because it is simply metabolic energy, it will fade as time passes until eventually it's gone, your attributes going back to normal.

Giving it to an item, such as a battery, will make it be used as a temporary fill up, if not boost, of that item's energy. If the item in question doesn't have any energy in it, it will when he's done with it.

Giving it to a weapon, would change the quality of the weapon in hand, and provide them with special abilities for as long as he can stand the energy sapping. Drake would become denser and gain an electric touch to it, making it more durable with a sharper edge and the ability to shock things, and Teach gains a sharper green plasma edge. Much like with giving the energy to the people, Arron can't keep them like this forever and the energy would fade away after a period of time.

Helena was created with this ability in mind. Rather than giving out large amounts of energy to people, or giving it to his weapons for a period of time, Helena is capable of being enhanced and used in small bursts, the effect of the bullet fired depending on the cylinder that it's fired with, the two lenses on the sides of the gun changing Arron's cognition of the bullets when seen through them, and by extension the power composition of the bullets from physical to elemental. (In other words, each bullet is 1 out of 16 different effects. Including a single healing bullet.) The downside of using this gun being that he has a bad habit of wanting to rely on luck for this gun, his own frankly insane and stupid form of making things interesting.

(For the sake of Fairness and in respect to Arron's love of luck, I shall be rolling an 8-sided die whenever I'm firing this gun.)



There are limits to this ability however. For one: The energy he discharge to objects or people are from his own metabolism and biology, his own natural energy given from food and drinks alike. As such, it is possible, nay inevitable, that the side-effect of using this will be extreme enervation, exhaustion, and possibly dehydration and starvation. Too much may result in collapse, fainting, comatosing, or even death. The more healthy he is, however, the more energy he can give off. The second limitation is the size of the object at hand. The energy he gives is far from unlimited, and there's only so much he can give at a time. Giving his energy to a wall would make it spread throughout the ship or building, which can be very straining to him. So the bigger the thing he's giving power to, the more difficult it is to give.

Body-alteration- Of course, his IRA ability can also be essentially used on himself, shifting and changing his form how he sees fit. However, Arron is not very fluent with the ability, and so there are limits to what he can change into. He can become other species of living organisms, but that's about it.

He can also enhance his body, make it stronger and faster by controlling and redirecting the flow of his energy. Of course, this too can lead to the same kind of exhaustion in the end.

One feat this ability gives him is the ability to alter his own field of gravity and oxygen, making him capable of standing on things without an atmosphere like moons or ships, and breathe in space. But like everything else, it requires a constant drain on his energy, meaning he can only survive in the depths of space for a few minutes before the field breaks and, well, he meets the same fate as anybody who gets thrown out of an airlock without any protection.

Personality: If one had to describe Arron Falcon in one word, it would be...eccentric, or Odd, or simply insane. All three of these things can be associated with him in one way or another.

To start with: Arron is often seen as an incredibly optimisitc, and energized. He's often caring of his crew, and hopefully confident in their successes.

Arron has a very eccentric love for the theatrical, sometimes even over the practical. Having a fascinated love of the olden-style Pirates of yore, he has a tendency to both talk and dress like a pirate captain from the time, damn the consequences of wearing leather and cloth in an era where plasma weapons are a thing. He often uses classic pirate terminology, and invokes the pirate code... despite living in a time where 99.9% of people probably never heard of it.

"PARLEY!"
"...What?"
"I invoke Parley!"
"...Parle-wha-I don't even...THE FUCK'S PARLEY!?"
"Part of the pirate code, lad. A pirate invokes Parley, and we negotiate the trade so that we may get out of this situation fair-"
Plasma laser fires his hat off his head.
"...Negotiation's over, me guess."
Arron runs off

Also because of his love of the theatrical, he has little to no subtlety when going for a target; his ship is HUGE and could likely be seen from a distance by any observation deck, and he doesn't care. He's confident that he and his crew would take what they want even without an element of surprise and takes a bow to their pillaging victims before running off with his crew. His love of luck and gambling goes into his usage of Helena, which he purposely randomize and even sabotage by adding two duds amidst the bullets for a fairer chance. Often times, he is singing classic pirate tunes, not caring if it's while in the middle of a mission, or simply while he's walking down a hall by himself.

Even against the odd love for theatrics, is his oddities altogether. Perhaps it's due to his abilities, or perhaps it's simply due to the constant exhaustion caused by said abilities, or maybe even a result of coping with the mental trauma of Edward's capture and execution, but either way, he thinks of things in ways that...no normal person would think on, making him look incomprehensible and frankly bloody mad at times. (See his straw twirls and lie-detecting straw during his interview scene for example.) He never seems to call any of his crew by name, instead giving each one a one-syllable nickname based on how he sees them. He is often in a bit of a daze at times as if drunk off alcohol, once again possibly as a result of his ability's side-effects, and can sometimes speak in utter nonsense. Whether it's because of something only he seems to know or see, or because of his brain being effected from his exhaustion, we may never know. What we do know, is that because of his abilities' side effect, Arron has an insatiable hunger for food, always getting exhausted at the thought of eating some. When energetic and healthy, however, and his antics become hyper and outright comical, perhaps because it's a rare case of feeling alive in the wake of his ability exhausting him so much.

However, beneath all the antics, the childish nature and insanity, lies the makings of a leader. While he is technically uneducated, save for the basic stuff Edward Marshall taught him, like reading, writing, science, and math, Arron has experience and that experience had led him to being street smart. He can strategize plans simply from looking at the situation at hand, whatever it may be, and can think up less elaborate schemes on the fly. His charisma and intelligence has given him some pretty damn good acting skills as well, often manipulating friend and foe alike into an advantageous situation. He has also shown to have a darker side of him, often making tough choices that may very well go against his own morals for the sake of his crew (They ARE Pirates, after all.) and seems to have a deep bitter hatred specially reserved for two things: Falcons (Ironically), and the Holy Britannian Empire.

Short Bio: Arron was a bastard child born to Mary Marshall, a woman who unfortunately suffered from sickness soon after Arron's birth, and Johnathan Falcon, an unknown father who seemed to vanish the second Mary was pregnant. For a couple of years, Mary hung on and raised her child despite her own weakness until at age 3, she succumbed to death.

Almost immediately after which, custody of Arron was taken immediately to Mary's younger brother, Edward Marshall.

One problem...Edward was a Pirate.

Not just any pirate either, As the first captain of the Typhon, Edward Marshal was a name renown among intergalactic syndicates and the police all across the empire. He himself wasn't exactly the best pirate or the best leader among the stars, but he had the charisma that led to many people from many factions and many planets to join his cause, and their personal achievements and teamwork in turn was an achievement that was given to him. From all of that, legends arose about him, saying such ridiculous feats like him stealing a crown jewel off the emperor himself.

Even so, he took in his little nephew, raising him whenever he could, teaching him the basics he needs in life, trying the best he could to be the father that Arron never had. In turn, Arron began to learn of his powerful abilities, of which Edward was shocked that he had, since he and Mary were both your standard everyday humans, meaning he must have gotten his power from his Biological father. But he could not always control his giving power, which kept leading the child into an exhaustive sickness every now and again. While he admits he is way in over his head in regards of someone how to use alien abilities, Edward attempted to train the child to control his abilities, so as to keep himself from needlessly wasting it.

In his free time, Arron read the stories Edward had of the classic pirates of earth's past. Francis Drake, Marshall Teach, Captain Kidd, even Captain Hook from the Peter Pan stories. Drake and Teach, however, were two in particular that he showed inspiration from and admiration for. But the one he idolized most of all, was the one he lived with for most of his life. Edward was considered something of an honorable pirate; never taking from the unarmed, never taking personal treasures, (though some of his crew might behind his back if they were valuable enough) and never actively killing unless no other option was available. He gave to his crew, gave to people he felt deserved it, and kept none for himself. Arron looked up to him, and dreamed he'd be just as great a captain as him someday.

Little did he know that that day came closer than he would have wanted.

It seemed Edward's reputation as a powerful pirate associated with rebels and mafias alike earned the attention of the Imperial Armada as a threat to their authority and rule. As such, they arranged a trap which Edward set off, which caused the Typhon to suffer the full wrath of the imperial forces, leading to Edward's capture, alongside most of his men, who weren't already killed in the battle. Arron, meanwhile, was hidden away by Edward and kept safe by a few remaining pirates who hid with him under the Captain's orders, the weapons-smith Arms, being one of them.

After the capture of Captain Edward, his remaining crew, with Arron in tow by his own will, attempted a rescue of Captain Edward and his captured men, who were all sentenced to death for their piracy crimes and for their connection with anti-government factions. (Which they have no proof of, but claim they did.) Arron and company tried their best to stop the execution, but in the end, was too late, as Edward was beheaded right in front of Arron's eyes just before the rest issued a retreat. Needless to say, Arron was basically traumatized by watching his father figure's head leave his body like that, and the remains of Edward's crew, all six of them if you count Arron himself, left aboard what was left of the Typhon, essentially working without a captain to call their own.

Some time passed since then, but eventually Arron came out of his room, a red coat and a 1700's captain's hat in tow, he began talking like the pirates he read about and declared himself captain of this ship. While the remains of the crew were...hesitant at first let this child, clearly somewhat deranged and mental over what's happened, take the Captain's seat. However, the remaining crew concluded that Arron was simply doing this as a method of coping with the trauma he had to deal with today, and decided to humor him.

Eventually, however, it was seen that Arron did, in fact, have the leadership capabilities reminiscent of Edward's own. It seems he looked up to his uncle so much, that he observed Edward's actions while sailing the Typhon, and began teaching himself how to be as good a leader as he was. It wasn't quite the same quality back then, but it was enough to make the crew recognize him as a decent Captain of this ship.

Throughout the years, he gained experience and street smarts from exploring the many many worlds of the empire. He had successes and failures aplenty, but each one gave him better understandings of the universe and its people, and made him smarter and more strategic as a result. He gained mastery of his IRA ability, and has made himself known to several factions and fellow pirates. Eventually, with all the money and things he's pillaged from others, he hired a certain company to make a giant classic shell for his ship, and a small army of miniature robots to keep maintenance of the ship intact while being manned by just six people.

But disaster struck again, however. Much like what happened with Edward before him, his reputation was large enough to garner attention once again, and so a trap was laid once again, which the Typhon fell for once again. History seemed to be repeating like clockwork and may have eventually led to the captain once again killed in a public execution. Not accepting this to happen again, the remaining crew decided on a plan, a plan that the Captain was completely against. He argued against it until he was knocked out.

The rest of the crew, save for Arms, got into fighters and headed straight for the Imperial armada that surrounded them as a distraction, while Arms stayed behind to activate the Hyperdrive, escaping with the Captain in tow. The fate of the four who distracted the armada is unknown.

Arron woke up, now with Arms as the last member of his crew left, and needless to say, he was not happy. This was the second time he had to let the crew of the Typhon, HIS crew, get taken by the Imperial forces and once again there was nothing he could do about it. Arron was more than ready then to Rush for the Planet Excalibur once again to save them, once again repeating history, but Arms pointed out the problem with the plan, urging the Captain to stop and think. This place was now a two-man crew, with an army of little robots that can't do anything outside of ship maintenance, an overheated Hyperdrive, and not that much fuel remaining in a damaged engine. They were not ready to play another rescue attempt, and odds are, it would end in failure once again.

Arms then suggested that maybe they should give up with this line of work, that he did well to last as long as he did, but now it was just the two of them and that this crew was basically finished, suggesting Arron follows him to find a better occupation. ...Arron responded in kind, by pointing Helena towards Arm's nasal cavity. Piracy was all he knew, and all he ever wanted to be. Everyone he admired, everyone he loved and cherished save for Arms himself was taken from him by the empire now. To give up on this way of life is to let accept them as law, to let them get away with what they did to HIS family, something he would rather die than let happen. At that point, he made a vow: Find a group of strong and able misfits to use against the empire, find what happens to the four who distracted the armies so that they could get away, and avenge the rest by tearing down the Empire one piece at a time. If he couldn't do this, then by the gods and all the monsters of space, he will die trying. Arms responded by acknowledging Arron's confidence and accepting his decision.

He does point out to him, however, that this would prove difficult to do under normal circumstances. After that trap incident, if he didn't have a price on his head before he most certainly will soon enough. Not to mention after everything that's happened, the new crew members can't be run-of-the-mill inexperienced folk, or this event will just happen a third time in a row. But Arron has an idea of how to get people to join his cause without the Imperials knowing, and how to arrange for a test of their quality.

The rest is History.

Appearance:



Name: Only the Captain knows his real name, but he is called "Arms"

Race: A Gila Monster Alori

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Job: Weapons and Armory smithing and manufacturing (Simply put: He's the guy who makes/upgrades big guns and fancy destructive toys.)

Weapons: Of course, he can use any of the weapons he creates, but he also possesses two cybernetic arms he seems to continually upgrade when he can. Currently, in addition to the obvious enhancement of strength, said arms are capable of producing flame throwers, small torches (for weapon-making purposes) and houses explosive grenades and mines, 9 of each in the right and left arms respectively. Course, said mines and grenades are designed specifically to fit inside his arms and be ready to use at a moment's notice. So when he runs out, he can't exactly buy them off a store (Would wound his pride as a weapons-maker anyways) he has to make more from scratch.

Abilities: Professional Blacksmith: As per his job, Arms is capable of producing, inventing, and upgrading whatever weaponry he's asked for, provided he has the necessary materials for it, of course. He utilizes special jewels he called "Sun Crystals", essentially solar energy from different suns from across the universe solidified into crystal form, to give his devices a signature dose of powerful energy that's kept charged up via exposure to sunlight. Usually they serve as simple amplifiers for the plasma and laser weapons, but other uses of the Sun crystal can grant special effects depending on the color of the crystal, due to its coming from a different sun, and therefore a different energy that radiates from it.

For now, due to being the safest and most used colored sun, not to mention the most common, he has an assortment of yellow sun crystals, and is using them for mostly everything, saving crystals of a different color for special occasions where they are needed.

Technology Expert: As if it came with the territory of weapons-making during this era of time, Arms' lessons in making better weapons inevitably led to making and understanding better technology as well. He's not necessarily what one would call a genius, but does know how to research and make the devices asked for by his Captain.

Natural Reptilian abilities: Being an Amori reptile born from a desert environment, Arms has a high tolerance for extreme temperatures of heat, though cannot last long in extreme cold. In addition, he can use his tail as an additional weapon, has a slow but sure regeneration factor, can walk on the walls and ceiling, and his fangs are laced with venom. The downside is that while he has the strengths of a Lizard, he also has the weaknesses of one as well, severe problem with low temperatures as an example.

Personality: In contrast to the Captain's more energized persona, Arms can be a silent stern brooder of a lizard, as coldhearted as it's believed to be. He has served as the realist to the Captain's optimisms, and often was the one to give him a down-to-earth opinion on his more...spastic decisions. He's rough around the edges when it comes to other people, more specifically this new crew, preferring to give the cold shoulder if anyone decides to talk with him on anything not weapon related. If it IS weapon or tech related though, then a conversation about them are likely to follow. He might get along well with those just as attuned to technology as himself.

He shows his loyalty to Arron ever since he took his Uncle's cap, and remained to do so when everyone else was either captured or killed.

Short Bio: The last remaining member of Arron's previous crew. Arms was born on a desert planet and was sold to species trafficking rings which immediately put him to work as a slave in planet's mines for Sun Crystals that were said to have fallen from the sky and burrowed themselves to the ground. During one of the Excavations his arms were heavily damage as a result of a mine collapse. Due to the owner of the mine paying good money for this slave's particular quality of digging skill, it was a waste to just let him die, and so he was ordered to replace his broken and destroyed arms with cybernetic arms meant to get him back in the game and increase his efficiency.

Turns out, however, that that was a mistake. For now that the slave had these arms, he could use them to fight back. He spent many many moons studying how his arms work, and how to improve them potentially with the help of the very crystals he was raised to mine, both as arms and as weapons. Eventually, he took revenge on his slaver, incinerating them and their guards to ashes, and stole a ship off the planet to other worlds, finding there was other places with sun crystals and technological knowledge to further study weaponry. At first it was as a way to defend himself and keep other slavers off his back, but eventually he took a real liking to weaponry, and educated himself on weapons and how to properly create them.

It was around this time that the crew of Edward Marshall found him drifting on his ship towards some other planet for further research, who wanted to arrange a deal with Arms after some discussion with the lizard: They bring him along to the different planets of the Britanian Empire, study all that's needed to be studied for his weaponry, as well as bring him any and all Sun Crystals they could find, and a part of the loot they gain will be his. In exchange, Arms would creates specifically for Edward's crew of Pirates. Arms, of course, was hesitant on joining this band of pirates: Never mind how he preferred to be free from restriction or request to make weapon he felt like making, just thinking of "pirates" reminded him of the foolish slavers that raised him all those years ago. Still, however, there was something about the look in Edwards eyes, a look of naivety, optimism, happiness. A look that those slavers never had in their cold eyes. While he believes Edward was an idiot, that someone as naive as him shouldn't be captain, he decided to join his crew anyways. From his first days, he met Arron Falcon, the lad serving his Uncle Edward as best as possible, but of course, didn't think much of him.

Then came the boarding of their ship and the taking of most of their men. Arms was among the survivors of the attack, alongside the next in line for captainship. He was there when Arron first mission as captain to save Edward's crew failed. He probably should have left the crew after that, but he got to know the kid while Edward was still alive, and it seemed like he had nowhere to go. Perhaps it was out of pity, but he decided to continue working with the pirates now under Captain Arron Falcon.

Sometime after that, however, another trap was laid, and most of the other key crew members distracted them while he and Arron gets away. Now on a ship with Arron and a bunch of useless little mechanical lemmings, he was ready to have Arron call it quits and follow him, but Arron did not give up, he vowed he'd make a new crew in these waters, and vow to find the remainder of his crew, and tear apart the empire brick by brick. Arms, confident in Arron's determination, decided to stay to help him round up a new gang of misfits.

Appearance:
Considerably tall at 6'3", with a ex-military combat chassis recoloured with black alloy paint and green lighting, usually covered by a black polymer cloak. Featureless feet that more resemble boots, but human-like hands with 5 digits to allow for manipulation of normal equipment.


Name: Independent Computational Analysis and Reactionary System (ICARS) or 'Icarus', Identifies himself as Icarus Lockster
Race: AI
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Male Programming
Job: Pilot

Weapons: In broader terms, Icarus's whole body is a weapon. A Mil-Spec robotic combat frame(illegally modified, repainted black with a modified headpiece) boasting a suite of integrated energy weaponry such asHandguns, blades and personal shielding. His human-like hands also mean that he is able to utilise traditional weaponry, and even increase the effectiveness of energy-based weapons by supplementing them with his own internal power-supply.

Abilities:
Direct Technological Interface - So long that he has direct contact or a stable wireless connection, he can directly interface with and control anything with a circuit. This can extend to anything as large as a Knight-class Cruiser or as small as a recon-drones or energy-based weapons, but the more concentration he requires to do so means the less awareness he has to his own surroundings. This power is also completely ineffective with purely mechanical based systems.

Internal Reactor - The Dueterium-based reactor within his mobile chassis is both extremely efficient and fuelled by an in-expensive recourse that is easy to find, meaning that he is able to operate for months at a time without needed to purchase extravagant amounts of expensive fuels

Overclock - As an entirely technological being, Icarus can activate an over-drive state that rapidly boosts his physical and digital capabilities, at the cost of heightened energy consumption and heat build-up.

Mainframe Database - Icarus has the ability to download and emulate theoretically any skill that is able to be put into data form. Skills learned in this way suffer slightly in application as they lack practical experience to refine them, similar to teaching yourself the theory of a skill without physically practising.

Personality: Practical and Analytical as a result of his core programming, but also prone to more 'human' traits like sarcastic remarks, concern over crewmates, small displays of anger and willingness to defy orders as a result of his cracked programming, thanks to Adriana.
Short bio: The ICARSes were a series of AIs designed on a planet in the illusive Merlin System, but fell out of favour with the higher-ups due to higher production costs and less restricted growth potential, sparking doubts about possible rogue AI. Most of the cores were summarily destroyed, but a few were sold off on the black market. One particular core changed hands a few times before ending up in a junker's yard on Morgana Beta, where is was 'rescued' _stolen... by Adriana Lockster, a young woman with considerable skill as an programmer/engineer and too much time on her hands. She was able to fill in the missing parts of his code and get him online, naming him Icarus after finding his official designation too much of a mouthful.

She hooked him up to various bits and pieces around her home, a derelict transport ship, and he took over various tasks. As he spent more time online, his self-writing coding began to spring up and (influenced by her own inputs) he began to express a curiosity about what it meant to be 'free'. After a long philosophical discussion, Adriana built him a rudimentary mobile chassis out of discarded robotics, standing around 5'9". To return the favour, he secretly began repairing the transport they lived in, planning to surprise her on her birthday. This, however, never happened as the ruling crime-family caught wind of her 'little AI boyfriend' and sent some corrupt law enforcement to capture him. He stole one of their guns and tried to fight them off but Adriana was wounded very seriously in the resultant firefight. He managed to escape by piloting the transport off-world and trying to hide on Morgana Zeta, but the ship barely survived re-entry and the resultant crash rendered it incapable of flight.

Adriana was left in a crippled state, and Icarus spent close to 3 months caring for her before the crime-family finally caught up. They attacked while Icarus was away collecting crucial supplies, leaving Adriana vulnerable. What they did to her is better left unsaid, but when Icarus returned he was grabbed by one of the law enforcement's advanced combat robots. He was unable to escape the superior 6'3" machine's grasp as the organic officers laughed and mocked him and Adriana, and in his rage and desperation attempted to hijack the robot holding him. His more advanced programming quickly overtook the unit, and he turned his new body's weapons on the corrupt cops around him. He buried Adriana with a piece of broken metal as her gravestone and took the first ship off-world without a set destination in mind.

He spent the next year hopping from planet to planet, making small modifications to his chassis and eventually ending up in a certain bar on a certain world, accepting an offer from a walking anachronism.

Appearance:
Not the tallest in the crew at 5'10, with a slimmer physique than some of the burlier members. Obvious Alori traits include black claw-like nails, sharp fang-like teeth and a wolves' tail matching his hair. pupils of his eyes become slit like his father's when distressed or angered.

Name: Nero Kynigos
Race: Wolf Alori Half-blood
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Job: Engineer/Gunner/Boarding Party

Weapons:
PASAC-2 - An antiquated 'Plasma Assisted, Solid Ammunition Carbine' that fires tungsten-steel 5.56x45mm rounds superheated by a secondary plasma generator. Designed for Short to Mid-range combat and good at punching through both physical and energy-based shielding, used primarily for boarding actions/repelling boarders. 35rnd magazine.
'Shadow Cat' Multi-phasic Energy Marksman Rifle - A semi-automatic Long-range rifle designed for accuracy and penetrating infantry-level armour/shields. Using a combination of Laser, Plasma, Electromagnetics and a solid alloy 7.62x51mm bullet, It maintains the higher damage output of it's plasma and solid-ammo components, without the dispersion effect of the former at longer ranges. As a downside, however, the effective rate of fire is reduced, and less rounds can be stored in the magazine. 15rnd magazine.
ES-230 Dual-Phase Plasma Side-arm - A standard-issue short to mid range sidearm, boasting more power than it's laser-based counterpart at the cost of reduced range. Good against unshielded targets. 14 shots per charge-pack.

Abilities:
Military Training - As an ex-soldier, Nero can handle himself in a fight. He has training in Firearms, Explosives and CQC, as well as situational skills like room-clearing/ship boarding, physical endurance and resistance to torture. He even has training in small ship piloting, but anything outside of a Sword-class is passable at best.
Engineering Talents - Growing up around broken machines and fixing them up for fun, Nero has a natural knack for Engineering on multiple scales, from small trinkets to the inner-workings of a warship. This was further honed by his time in the military.

Personality: Cold, distrustful and aggressive when pressed, Nero isn't what you'd call a people-person. He's quick to get irritated and bite at people, but in contrast it takes a damn lot to really make him fly off the handle. He cares very little about race, gender or other such details, instead valuing someone on how useful they can be. To quote "I don't care if you kick puppies or save orphans, make yourself useful or get the f*** out of the way."

He is slow to form new attachments, but he is loyal to people he is working with so long as they don't directly conflict with his personal goals. If he gets close enough to someone, there's not a lot that he won't do for them, but he's also very quick to take revenge on those that betray him, no matter now close. The only exemption to this is his own mother.

Short bio: Born and raised on the slum-world of Mordred Beta, his mother was a human woman running the local clinic and his father was a Wolf Alori working as a local handyman. His birth was difficult due to the largely incompatible physiologies of the two, but he was lucky enough to be born mostly healthy and without any serious defects. He was bullied quite severely by the local boys for this, but he found a friend in a local Denari girl that frequented the clinic for various health problems. When he wasn't tagging along with his dad on handyman jobs, he would spend a lot of time with her. They grew up together and grew quite close, but her parents were distrustful of him until they eventually took her off-world when they were 15. Disheartened, he threw himself into helping his parents until deciding to join up with the Imperial Military and use his earnings to take them all to a nicer system to live. His parent's weren't as optimistic, but encouraged him anyway so that he could better life for himself.

As soon as he was old enough at 16, he signed up and crawled his way through basic training, where he was bullied for his split heritage and became colder and more closed off as a result. He spent over 3 years in active service, under constant discrimination and abuse even by his superiors, until he was able to return to his old home. When he did, however, he was greeted by his home in flames and his father fighting against armed soldiers as his mother was dragged away onto a luxury cruiser. Just as he arrived, the soldiers got tired of the resistance and fatally shot his father before turning away and leaving him to bleed out. Nero, powerless to act, was only able to listen to his father's explanation before he died in his arms. It turned out that a visiting noble from the Central Systems had taken a liking to his mother and decided that he wanted her as his maid/concubine/plaything. When he tried to stop it, the soldiers intervened. With his dying breath, he apologised for not being strong enough to stop them and begged Nero to save her.

After that, he didn't return to his CO in time and was marked AWOL. They sent a team to retrieve him, but he instead killed them and stole the Squire-class ship they had arrived in. He then tried to follow the noble's Knight as it fled, but he was unable to move fast enough and they escaped. In anger, he set a course for the nearest military outpost and literally crashed the ship into it, using a Sword Fighter to escape at the last minute. When his anger faded, he used the resultant confusion to sneak into the base and search for any relevant information about the noble. Eventually, he found a flight-plan leading to the Arthur System that matched his 'prey'. Realising that he couldn't take on that many military forces alone, he stole another Squire-Class and hopped from planet to planet for the next few months, looking for anyone with a grudge or just plain dumb enough to help him. An interesting offer lead him to Lancelot Prime...

~Forced to leave by MenacingEffect's insistence on causing drama.~

Name: Tserv Diaahk
First Lieutenant Thirty-fourth Biotech-Squadron Nomad-Fleet Gehestl
Race: Nhlik
Age: 134
Gender: born Va'che (unstable false Chel'kiv)
Job: Gunner/"Pilot"/Engineer


Abilities: Skilled pilot. Trained soldier and squadron-leader. Quadextrous shooter. Nhliki martial artist. Survivalist. Decent engineer/mechanic. Nanobot-control (lets him perform self-maintenance under controlled circumstances).
Nanite-induced system-overcharge, giving him a physical and mental high, enhancing every capability, like enabling him the extended use of his tail as well as minor telepathic powers.

Personality: Tserv has no problem following orders, but he tends to do it his way, which might include ultraviolence. Nhliki culture is at lengths a very separated thing. The biological castes and the efficient way to direct tasks, survives into their space-faring society. Life as a soldier meant following orders, and when you're the one giving them, making sure they are quick, concise and produce results. Even after living among humans and other species for so long, Tserv still views most situations as such, which also includes the people.

A small Berserker that Tserv borrowed from Gehestel when he was discarded.
She is a trustworthy vessel that has gotten him through more than one tough situation.

Class: Heavy Fighter (15m long, 5m wide, 5m high, 8*6*3m wings)
Armor: 1.0m tungsteel alloy.
Engine: 5 sub-light thrusters (max 25g) Manuvering thrusters aplenty (max 5g). Inertial dampeners 20g.
FTL: N/A
Energy reactor: H3 Fusion reactor, runtime of 1.000 hours (full yield). Emergency solar-panels (10% yield). Battery-crystals, runtime 10 hours (full yield, 80% charging efficiency).
Computer: Simple system interface, able to perform automatic control within set parameters. Remote controll possible. Quantum encryption.
Shields: Plasma shields. Full shielding of ship, activated use. Useful against energy-weapons, meager use against plasma- gravity- and kinetic weapons, all but useless against missiles, mines and drones. 2 generators for ship body, one generator for each wing.
Armaments: Energy-beam cannon mounted in ships prow, draws ship-energy. 5 kinetic turrets, 1 ship roof, 2 ship keel, 1 atop each wing. 6000 rounds per minute, 2km/sec velocity (30.000rounds/turret full load). Cruise-missiles, 10 kiloton yield (12 missiles full load).
Cargo: N/A
Crew: 1 minimum, 5 max. 58.5 cubic m "living space"
Misc: Tserv considers the Runner his home, and he generally treats her better than actual people.

Simple info, insect-like-people. Have four "sexes".

Name: L'Azul, Alias - Holiday
AKA: Newt

Age: 53

Race: Kautada



Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny, aand they have four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and fringed gills. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs among a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.

He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. For time in arid environments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the part of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.



Role on ship: Doctor/Medic

Bio: L'Azul was once a promising micro-biologist, bio-mechanical engineer and brilliant researcher. While no genius, L'Azul is possessed of an intelligence beyond the average of his already intelligent race. After graduating from a prestigious university on the Kautada home world with more degrees than most humans could get in a lifetime, the brilliant scientist was excited to cut his teeth on something truly *groundbreaking*. He would receive that opportunity not long after, twenty years ago he was offered a position in a truly incredible program by the Triganavia corporation. He was offered a position on the 'Aylv' or 'New Man' project, creating a new race! It excited the Kautada to no end, and it was all that he had ever wanted... at first.

In the early stages of creating the chimeric creatures it was all he hoped, stimulating and truly ground breaking they were creating more than mere clones, but a truly new species! With his many qualified fields Laz was made a higher level researcher, working on multiple parts of the project. It was not until the race of 'Aylvs' was finished that Laz began to question some of the practices. He, like any scientist of course, understood that certain ethical boundaries often prevented the forward motion of science. However everyone has a limit... or at least that was what Laz had believed. After the birth of the Aylven race things changed quickly as stress testing began. At first it was just as he suspected, harsh environmental tests to see how far these creatures could go at great pain and loss too the test subjects. Uncomfortable but Laz, with his races great curiosity, stomached it. Rapidly however things grew worse, the first straw for Laz being the... 'tasting' tests for the sentient races usefulness as rations. This horrified the doctor and he certainly considered leaving... but it was so very complicated.

If Laz sought to leave, thanks to the horrid breaches in morality he could reveal, would be dissavowed by the powerful Triganavia corporation and end any hope he'd ever have at furthering his career... so he swallowed his qualms. It only got worse from there. Unspeakable things were done to the Aylvs, and Laz could not help but be involved in some. Breaking bones to test strength, worsening living conditions and further cruel treatment. Needless interrogations just to test how well they held up and even forcing Aylvs to watch their fellows beign subjected to such treatment to test mental strain. Any time Laz was not spending taking part in these horrific experiments he was in his office, alone. He lost a large amount of weight, had issues eating and keeping down food and generally his health deteriorated. Kautada handle stress poorly with their complex brains and the shame of it all overwhelmed the doctor often, causing him to break down when alone. He spent long hours writing in the margins of his notes awful, horrible things about himself and Triganavia.

Salvation came... of a truly terrible sort. The Aylvs broke free and in an orgy of hate filled, and to L'Azul justified, violence and brutality swept through the facility. Laz escaped mostly due to luck along with only 20% or so of the staff. After that he went into hiding, knowing once the Ethics Committee discovered all that had happened and that Laz had reported none of it he'd not only lose all credibility, but no doubt be arrested as well. For Twenty years he has stewed on all that happened and spent his days as a doctor for the downtrodden and criminal elements of the galaxy under the pseudonym of Holiday. Now perhaps he has found a way out of his wretched existence amongst the stars once more... or so he must hope.

Abilities: While Laz's specialty is micro biology and other more esoteric studies he is also a certified medical doctor, surgeon and xeno biologist. He earned his degrees in these early on, more as a gateway to the more specialized fields he would eventually focus on. He fell back on these studies during his twenty years in hiding as a sort of criminal and black market doctor to get by. As such they have been sharpened dramatically. He picked up a smattering of 'street smarts' as well in order to survive, but he is by no means a fighter.

Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.


Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.

Other: None

Appearance:

Name: Spia Aestorm

Race: Android

Age: Appears in her early 20s, but her actual age is considerably higher.

Gender: Female

Job: Surgeon

Weapons: Electric channelers built into her arms. Also able to discharge said electricity into a medium range attack.

Abilities: Heightened physical strength, expert hand to hand fighter.

Personality: Unlike her sibling, Spia is the loud and proud of the two. She's always upbeat and cheerful, albeit bordering obnoxiously, but she will defend those she cares about down to the last, her mindset changing into one that is lethally serious. Even if her last moments come to pass, she'll go forward as she always has with her smile on her face and her brother at her side. Anyone who thinks they can casually cop a feel might find themselves launched across the room, and that's if she's in a good mood.

Short bio: Designed as a sister unit to Izaroth, meant to act as a tag team dynamic with the other android, Spia herself was ultimately left with an imperfect version of her sibling's power core due to resource constraints. This limits her fighting capabilities, as she can only exert her offensive abilities for a limited time before she has to retreat, else she risks shutting down. This is part and parcel why she, Izaroth and Mark joined up with the crew, that they might get the necessary materials to complete her properly.

Appearance:

Name: Izaroth Aestorm

Race: Android

Age: Appears 21, but is much older than he looks

Gender: Male

Job: Deckhand/Boarding Party

Weapons: Has miniturized energy cannons built into his forearms, but can combine the two together to form an artillery cannon unit. This is not without risk, however, as he has to root himself to solid ground to fire it at max power, lest he blows himself off into deep space. In close quarters, he favours a collapsible beam halberd instead, typically holstered on the left hip.

Abilities: Unlimited operational time: Regardless of where he is, or what he's doing, Izaroth can keep going 24/7 without tiring, due to the self sustaining nature of his power core, often producing more energy than he'd ever need to use, typically using the surplus to recharge his sister unit, Spia, instead. Also possesses the same enhanced physical strength Spia possesses.

Personality: Typically calm and composed, Izaroth is likely to spend his downtime observing members of the crew, or reading books on whatever topic holds his interest at the time. That being said, don't just assume because he seems passive at first glance that he won't knock you to the floor if you start giving him grief... Provided Spia doesn't get there first.

Short bio: Originally built as a lone unit meant to allow an AI to observe, live among, and develop an understanding of organic life, that he might lead to a race of synthetics that could perfectly emulate an organic life form, Izaroth was later given combat functionality as an afterthought, that he can act in self defense or defense of another. Spia came into the equation when Izaroth gained curiosity about organic siblings, though her version of that same AI went down a different route in terms of personality, not that Izaroth seemed to mind much.

Appearance:

Name: Mark Artemis Astaroth

Race: Human

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Job: Engineer

Weapons: Railgun-Bow hybrid

Abilities:
Genius intellect: His archery might be on target most of the time, but his intellect is his best asset; Whether it's repairing an FTL drive to coming up with strategies in the heat of battle, he prefers to think things through to find the best course of action before doing anything, though he prefers to use his brain intellectually.

Personality: Typically a level headed, if somewhat of a snarky individual, Mark has a bad habit of subconsciously shutting out the world around him when he's caught up in his work... And is typically startled quite easily when he's like that. He also doesn't really care about what others think of him, since, in his opinion, he has to work with the cards he's been dealt.

Short bio: Creator of the Aestorm siblings, leaving Spia in an incomplete state as he did has always been something he's been meaning to fix, but lacked the means to find the resources needed to do so, having exhausted his own resources creating . Joining up with Arron would potentially rectify this issue, and so he took Izaroth and Spia with him, that he could quickly make the corrections to Spia's core once he'd recieved what he needed.

Race: Lynx/Snow leopard Alori

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Job: Deckhand/Boarding party

Weapons:





Grenades: 3x smoke grenades, 1x stun grenade, 1x frag grenade, 1x incendiary grenade. She can carry 6 grenades on the belt of her battle suit at any time.

Abilities:



Personality: Ileshra can perhaps be best characterized as a cynical individual, and is of the opinion that good intentions and holier-than-thou preachers can go screw themselves with a very sharp stick. She’s cautious and solitary, mainly because she considers trust and loyalty as lofty ideals that are unlikely to ever be applied in relation to her, however she might wish that were possible. What some might find surprising, however, is that she can get along with others just fine, especially if they don’t mind her occasional bitterness, resentment, and sarcasm. Ileshra also values co-operation, as she’s experienced its advantages, though she is very well aware that for it to have desirable results, at least a basic alignment towards a common goal is necessary. However, she’s rather got used to the fact that any allies she manages to find are temporary at best. Despite being considered a traitor by two governments, she is proud of herself and regrets no past actions. The best kinds of relationship with others in her opinion are the ones based on a mutual respect. It probably goes without saying that Ileshra highly values individual freedom (specifically, her own). With an accompanying strong sense of pragmatism, however, she is quite willing to be someone else’s subordinate, as long as they don’t cross her lines – and given how few she has, she doesn’t believe that to be too high of a requirement. In the recent years, she has acquired somewhat of a taste for engaging in daredevil behaviour.

Short bio: Either abandoned or orphaned since her birth – she’d never been able to find out which – Ileshra remembers being raised in what appeared to be a charity funded orphanage. There were numerous other children within the establishment, all Alori of various ages (the only ones above the age of majority the employees, for obvious reasons). It was a frequent occurrence that a child left the facility, presumably by being adopted, transferred elsewhere, or due to having run away onto the streets. At the beginning, Ileshra wondered at what the life of those who left might be like, but soon realized that such speculation was quite pointless. She also learned that while companionship was- useful, it was better not to treasure it, as one never knew when they might part with a friend only to never see or hear from them again.

From early on in her life, her time was almost wholly dedicated to being educated alongside the other children – though calling it training would be likely more accurate, as there were plans of initiating the capable young-lings to fill a very specific role. The children often learned in groups, though these were not necessarily homogeneous in age. Ileshra noticed that the children doing the worst were…transferred the soonest. Next, the mediocre ones were gone. Then begun a constantly on-going competition amongst the average ones, and those who managed to exceed their initial potential remained longer, though not always significantly longer. And they all struggled to remain in this specific facility, because it was special, and which orphan wouldn’t want to be special? After they managed to complete their basic education, sometime in their early to mid-teenage years, each child was adopted by a guardian or two, and the new family was shipped off either by itself or accompanying other travellers towards not only another planet, but an entirely different galaxy, under the purview of a different government. Ileshra was given a new name, and perhaps more importantly, new documents. She was now to be known as Tsivari Khastae, daughter to a pair of middle-aged Alori seeking to find a different life.

They settled in HBE’s residential sector, and so began Tsivari’s time of studying in a foreign world, within a new culture, for the first time facing the variety of existent races head on, and living under a different type of government. About a year after her arrival, she was contacted by an unknown Alori, who made her an exclusive one-time offer of initiating her as a spy for the UTF, something she had apparently been evaluated as being capable of. Desiring the feeling of importance and a connection with her homeland, even one as feeble as this one would be, Tsivari accepted. She suspected at least one of her new adoptive parents was part of the UTF intelligence service, though this wasn’t something she ever managed to confirm.

Either way, by the time she reached adulthood, she became well versed in espionage and was given the long-term mission to infiltrate HBE’s military, which she enrolled into straight away. Following this path, she was soon transferred into the Gawain system. She played the role of a loyal imperial soldier, accomplished her missions efficiently, passed along valuable (usually classified) information off to the UTF, and steadily secured her position as an individual trusted by the targeted HBE. Why, Tsivari figured in but a few years she’d be well within reach of an enticing high-security clearance position! And that would practically be a jackpot. She imagined the way to that goal would be paved with more of the same as reaching her current position had been. That is, she fully expected to further co-operate in subjugating, capturing, torturing or killing the empire’s enemies even when she personally wished them no ill will. Her work often included supressing riots and beating on encountered rebels (even and especially Alori ones) as well, a job she carried out even though she secretly found their open resistance admirable, if also incredibly foolish. She routinely betrayed imperial colleagues and superiors, all the while knowing they simply acted in accordance with their duty, just as she did – they simply happened to be on the opposite side.

Not to say that she lamented her lifestyle. It was all she knew. It was her one and only purpose in life. She well recognized she was but a simple pawn to her homeland, the information she provided valued, while she, as an individual, was not. There was no recognition in her line of work. No glory. Nonetheless, she was proud of what she did. As such, she never entertained the possibility of receiving a mission she would be unwilling to complete. Oh, how wrong she turned out to be. So very, very wrong. Tsivari received missive that a high-ranking military man from one of the other planets in the Gawain system, believed to possess some priceless information, travelled to Tristan for an extended duration. Her UTF allies ensured that her imperial superiors believed she had plenty of reason to head for that planet as well. And Tsivari did indeed relocate for the time being. However, the details of her mission indicated she was to procure that vital information by seducing the male. Apparently, he just so happened to have a penchant for a specific type of Alori girl. To say that Tsivari was shaken to her core with disgust was not an understatement. To become a pleasure toy – even if a temporary one – for a human? Why, the mere idea was repulsive to the point of blasphemy! And no, she no longer held any particularly strong discriminatory sentiment towards humans, but that did not mean she was willing to let herself be used by one in such a way.

So, apparently her loyalty did extend only so far. And within the expected time-frame in which she should have been working towards her goal…Tsivari decided to do something else. Something entirely crazy. Something that more than warranted keeping a suicide pill on her at all times. She worked to discover the existent rebels in Tristan, inflamed their anti-imperial sentiments, helped to recruit dissidents that might have otherwise stayed on the hedge, spread information that would entice this rebel force to act soon, and circulated strong unfavourable rumours about her target – rumours which were backed by compelling (faked and actual) evidence of his indecency. Tsivari procured a Sword and had it modified to increase its capabilities of long flights, speedy manoeuvring, and payed good money to have one of the best stealth cloaking technologies she could manage to obtain worked into it. She couldn’t be thankful enough for the several space missions she had been in, as they had required the participating soldiers to all acquaint themselves with at least the basics of operating a Sword. She had the small space vessel (and various other travelling necessities) shipped off to a leased, nondescript warehouse to a planet in the Lamorak system. A week or so before the riots, including the attack on her supposed target’s residence was set to begin, Tsivari made the final preparations to leave the Empire. She informed the UTF, she’d meet with her target on a Lamorak planet and indicated she might have to resign as a soldier to be successful in the seduction mission. Thus, when she handed in her resignation to the HBE, she was granted it easily enough. She travelled from Gawain to Lamorak, and two days before the riot on Tristan, left the planet and the Empire’s territory discretely in her Sword. She would have dearly loved to stay just a bit longer and watch the effects of her efforts first-hand, but alas, the risk was too great.

Still, watching the news-coverage of the event a few days later was the most fun she had ever had. One of the rebels even managed to severely injure her target-to-be! The thought of how the UTF would have to deal with this little diplomatic crisis sent her into a gleeful cackle even several months after the event. Indeed, a group of mainly Alori rebelling to the point that it could be called terrorism created quite the little conflict between HBE and UTF. As expected, however, UTF eventually revealed the main schemer behind that particular act of resistance to be one Tsivari Khastae. And certainly, her departure had been somewhat sudden and suspicious enough. Nor was Tsivari to be found where HBE might have expected her (or anywhere, for that matter). The HBE was first to set a bounty on Tsivari, and based on the amount, the Alori in question suspected the UTF had managed to convince the empire in one way or another that she had committed treason (which, to be fair, she had). Amusingly enough, UTF never revealed her original name (Ileshra Xanahir) in association with her appearance, understandably enough. They had barely managed to set their initial conflict upon HBE accusing them of terrorism, they could hardly afford to let it be known that the name (and identity of) Tsivari was anything but her true one. Of course, the UTF was more than happy to add to the bounty on Tsivari. And while she had to conceal her appearance and couldn’t stay in no one location for too long, she was more than happy to flaunt the name Ileshra, because she suspected that some Alori, at the very least, must have known of the connection. And if they gave chase, she didn’t hesitate to shoot them down. She still keeps that suicide pill, both as a morbid good luck charm, as well as due to an honest unwillingness to be ever captured alive.

Name: Debra K. Amberdine
Full Name: Debra Kayla Amberdine
Race: Human
DOB: June 20, 2,223
Age: 17
Job: Deckhand/Boarding Party
Captain's Nickname: Psi
Gender: Female
Home System/Planet: Percival (Percival Alpha - Second Planet in the System)

Appearance:



Height: 5’6”
Weight: 130 lbs
Body Type: Top Hourglass
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color:

Blue - Her eyes are burning with a fiery passion of determination.

Silver Eyes - This is her sniper outfit’s eye color, it augments the blue eye color to silver to better fit the sniper role. That her family set her as. This only lasts as long as she’s within her sniper outfit, they go back to the color of her natural eyes, which are blue. It takes three minutes to pass before that happens.

Birthmark/Scar(s):

She has a birthmark on her back with two shooting stars right besides each other. It signifies that her family is wishing for something more than the meager life they have. She has a scar on her back of her neck showing that she was injured by someone on accident trying to teach her the finer things of life.

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Weapons:





Hobbies:

Writing - She writes on a data pad that is her diary to be specific. Because of this, it is the few things she enjoys doing on her spare time. It was created specifically by her father Richard, it has a complex passcode that changes its algorithm every few milliseconds to keep her things that are most important to her secret. The data pad has a limited artificial intelligence that is based off Debra’s mother Angela Kayla Amberdine and usually says, ‘Welcome Debra.’ When she accesses the datapad for her daily writing.

Gambling - She enjoys gambling it is an addiction she got because her parents were into this addiction too. She usually enjoys gambling on a new game that involves simulation battles or wars between the HBE and any force in the universe that is as strong as them. In terms it’s similar to a video game predicting troop movements, battle lines and where each faction will strike in a war that has gone hot. She never bets against the Holy Britannian Empire in these simulations because it’s quite dumb to bet against the Empire who won against Karatai.

Skills:

Organization - She is highly organized for someone who’s constantly doing her job as a protector for her father’s work. The only person’s paperwork that usually gives her trouble in the organization department is her own father’s paperwork since he’s a bit of a hectic mess but a genius in any right.

Knowledge - She is very knowledgeable in long ranged weapons of starships and anything that is a sniper rifle or railgun. She got this knowledge from her expert of a father since he’s one of the only ones that built these weapon systems. She kinda expects more from the sniper rifle and railguns you can wield personally than the starship weapons.

Abilities:

Telepathy - She can speak to people with her mind. She usually asks permission before she uses her telepathy to speak to them or even read their thoughts. She doesn’t want to be invasive telepath since there is those type of people out there in the universe. She only reads the surface thoughts of someone when she is given permission.

Telekinesis - She can move objects with her mind that usually include anything that is specifically hers alike her weapons or her data pad. She can usually help people who are needing help with heavier objects. However, she can only lift about three times her own body weight in things, you won’t be seeing her lift anything supermassive, which weighs in the tons.

Biotechnology Cloaking Field - She was given a chameleon’s camouflage, when she’s not wearing her Sniper Outfit or wielding her Archveil Sniper Rifle. This makes her camouflage very easily with her surroundings if she wants to take a break or what not. However, it requires focus to keep it up or it will drop since that’s what the biotech surgeon told her to use it very cautiously or it’ll strain her.

Personality:

Her personality is somewhat the same and completely different to her parents defining traits. She is a hot headed individual when it is involved with her family’s accomplishments as a whole. She’s extremely proud of what her parents have done in their life. Her parents are well known in the fields of military science and medical science. She feels entitled to what her family holds within the Holy Britannia Empire. Even though it isn’t as grand compared to other families within the empire as a whole. She has a pride of being apart of the Amberdine family as a whole, which is how she is so hot headed.

She’s highly considerate of other people’s feelings when it comes to her being a latent telepathy. She asks for permission to read someone’s mind or talks to them within their mind because, she wants to be different from other telepaths. In the case of her most defining characteristic is her diligence and patience when it came to her chosen profession of being a sniper compared to a scientist or doctor.

She has a sweet tooth for knowledge of weaponry for starships and personal since it’s better to its nuance of what it does and how powerful it is. She usually gets into long drawn out conversations with her father, when she’s not protecting him about what he does for a living and it interests her. She usually can spark up a conversation about weapons, mainly with other people that aren’t really annoyed at her overexertion of being friendly and kind.

She has a strange quirk that she got from her mother. She usually gives someone a quick look over and gives them a compliment randomly out of the blue. She hardly ever insults anyone when she does this, it’s something she picked up from her mother via her DNA. The compliments involve their weapon of choice or their personality, it usually gives her pause and be slightly embarrassed by what she had said. She doesn’t really get embarrassed easily but it just makes her a bit shocked she did something her mother still does to this day.

She has a very organized life compared to her father, it kinda frustrates her how unorganized he is. She gained one of her parents bad habits, which is gambling. She couldn’t really stop herself from trying gambling, since the newest War Simulator came out awhile ago. It puts the Holy Britannian Empire against any other force in the universe and see who would win in a simulated war scenario. She plays it safe and has the opposite problem of her parents, she is not in debt but is usually hounded by people who want to borrow money from her. Since she always picks her empire.

Her wild imagination usually caused her to have a slight darker interpretation of what was happening in her family. Even though she had a good childhood as a whole, just nowhere near to a great one. It’s mostly because her parents were workaholics and couldn’t stop working to raise their daughter in the relative peace the family had. Therefore, she would self-inflict mental torment in imagining if her parents were yelling or other things to make her feel more loved. Her cognitive dissonance was out of whack. Mostly because she wanted any attention from her parents that involved something more enjoyable. She only got this from her father Richard since he was much more around than her mother.

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