Just Reserving the spots for my two character for when I have time to make them:

[hider="Nah, I don't mind being a Princess, it's just that there are too many stupid rules to being one."]
[b]Name:[/b] Fara Cyria
[b]Title/ rank:[/b] Princess (by birth, not heir to thrown.)
[b]Common name:[/b] Princess Fara
[b]Species:[/b] Human (technically has some alien ancestry, but for all intents and purposes she is human)
[b]Age:[/b] 14
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] Far is a short, skinny girl, standing four and a half feet tall. Her skin is pale and muscle mass underwhelming do to health issues and spending most of her life on royal space stations. She has long, blonde hair, reaching down to her waist. She keeps her hair straight unless necessary to do otherwise. She rarely wears formal 'Princessy' dresses, opting for more simple (but still fairly nice, she is royalty after all) combination of a smooth, sleeveless shirt; short skirt; and leggings. The color of these vary from day to day depending one what she is in the mood to wear, but white and black are the most common. In addition to that, often has a long-sleeved, light coat, and an over-the-shoulder bad to keep stuff in. 

[b]Personality:[/b] Fara's background has given her a complex personality. In many ways she is very mature for her age, and in many ways she's still a child at heart. She's very kind and humble, but strict royal training means she doesn't always know how to show it. Mature or not, the awkward place in her life cycle makes her emotions fragile. She fairly clever and she tries to not let her physical, emotional, and societal limitations get in the way of what she wants to do.

[b]Skills:[/b] In addition to english, she is passably fluent in most languages spoken by other species. She's a half-decent singer, despite having no formal training. She has a basic understand of diplomacy. And she has enough weapons training to be able to shoot most guns, although her small stature makes most guns impractical.

[b]Equipment:[/b] A Royal Plasma Pistol for self defence. It's a pretty average plasma pistol, just fancier-looking. It packs enough punch to knock down the average human adult, but it has difficulty with armor.

[b]Background:[/b] Princess Fara Cyria was born to the fully-human Queen Cyria and the half-human King Curia. Despite having an older brother in line to be the next king, King Cyria insisted she have proper training as royalty. Said training stunted her emotional growth somewhat. King Cyria died when she was 9, and afterwards the Queen eased up on her training, but still couldn't take care of her properly do to tending to the Empire and training her brother. Alfred Vossler started acting as somewhat of a father figure to her, but a lack proper parents took a toll on her emotional development.

[b]Other stuff:[/b] Poison aside, Fara has always been a bit of a sickly kid. Health issues have stunted her growth and makes to hard for her to maintain a healthy weight, leaving her to be fairly physically weak for her age, but her health has stabilized, leaving her a bit better off. Also, being the daughter of the rulers of the Third Star means she pledged her allegiance to the Third Star long before she even knew what that meant.
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[hider= "I'm a broken man, taking care of a broken girl that isn't even my own."]
[b]Name:[/b] Alfred Vossler
[b]Title/ rank:[/b] Commander
[b]Common name:[/b] Commander Vossler
[b]Species:[/b] Human
[b]Age:[/b] 50.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] Years of war has made Vossler look a lot older than he really is. He'd be exactly average height if he stood straight, but he usually doesn't. He hair is grey, and several scars on his face makes it more rinkelly that he should be. His scruffy beard and his tendency to wear tattered clothes don't help him look any younger. Despite how bad he looks, he can still keep up with healthy 20 year olds physically.

Vossler also has some distant germanic ancestry, remanence of which has remained in his appearance and his accent.

[b]Personality:[/b] Vossler has been thought a lot, you can tell by his exhausted tone of voice. War has beaten out the optimism out of him, leaving him with a cold, pessimistic outlook on life. He tries his best to look on the bright side but often finds there is no bright side to look at through his perspective. Despite that, he has a firm belief that killing is wrong and should be avoided at all costs, but he'll also be the first to tell you that killing can't always be avoided. His only motivation anymore is to try to keep as many people from going through the same stuff he has. While he has had no biological children, he acts as the best father figure to Fara that he can.

[b]Skills:[/b] Having been a commander for 20 years, he has much experience as both a commander and, when necessary, a political officer. He has training in various weapons. Before he became a commander, he was a pilot of large ships, and so he can pilet something like Aurora pretty easily, although he'd prefer to leave that to a designated pilot.

[b]Equipment:[/b] He has a plasma pistol on him at all times. (it's functionally identical to Fara's) He also has a High-Caliber Ion Rifle, weapon capable of tearing through standard soldier armor like butter, although he usually doesn't keep it with him unless he is anticipating a fight. It's a fair amount more powerful than the standard Ion Rifle. He also has some standard handheld communication equipment on him most of the time.

[b]Background:[/b] When Alfred was younger, he wanted to travel the stars. Being a military commander wasn't what he had in mind. If you were to ask him how many people he has killed in his career, he would simply say "too many".

Vossler has seen a lot. He's seen thousands of people die, many to his own hands. He seen planets torn apart by war. He's seen stars destroyed. He has played a part in winning 4 wars, and has been in more battles than he could count, and won most of them.

[b]Other stuff:[/b] Being a military commander, he officially pledged his allegiance to the Third Star as part of his promotion ceremony.
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