[center][h1][color=gold]Crew of the Molotov[/color][/h1][/center] [hider=Captain Sai Quin] [color=lightblue][b]Name:[/b] Captain Sai Quin [b]Gender[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Delzhan [img]https://i.pinimg.com/564x/65/96/3e/65963ebeea65e5659fe4ab9109280bc4.jpg[/img] [b]Occupation/Ship Position[/b] Captain [b]Personality:[/b] Yo ho ho, a pirates life for me. Quin couldn’t be happier with her position as captain, as a mercenary and it shows with just how she lives her life, on the brink of excess. She never takes anything seriously and seems to take unnecessary risks merely because of her own bombastic sense of ego. That being said, she views the crew like family, and treats them as such, usually by insults and genuine affection. She thinks she has the universe pretty much figured out. [b]Bio:[/b] Having been actually born to two Delzhan Marauders and growing up among criminals and vagabonds. She lost count from the places she’s seen, the fights she’d walked away from, and how many people have come and gone. She’s not a boss, but staying as captain suits her just fine. She takes a liking to anyone that shares her deepest love, setting things on fire. [/color] [/hider] [hider=M : Chaplain] [color=limegreen][b]Name:[/b] M short for Emerald Breeze [b]Gender[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Smoulder Smoulder are an entirely gaseous lifeform and can only survive within a specialized encounter suit. [img] https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/007/931/911/large/nai-ga-doodle-8.jpg?1509432013[/img] [b]Occupation/Ship Position[/b] Chaplain/Cook [b]Personality:[/b] M is an odd one. Constantly going about in prayer and holy rites throughout the ship. Everything he does is supposedly some kind of homage to the gods and spirits. This however keeps him as one of the more peaceful and understanding crew member in the bunch, always willing to offer up advice or listen to the crew’s troubles. He keeps himself suitably mysterious as every time he is asked, he will regale a listener with a sermon meant to teach some kind of life lesson while noticeably dodging any information about himself, or changing the facts. [b]Bio:[/b] Smoulder is on a holy pilgrimage, a rite of passage on his homeworld. What he’s trying to get is unknown, even to himself. That’s all anyone has ever been able to get out of him. Suitably, how he learned how to cook for organics is suitably a mystery. The encounter suit he wears has overclocked motor servos and stabilizers. Suitable for the spray and pray suppression he utilizes with his heavy Plasma Rifle. [/color] [/hider] [hider=Fido : Labor] [color=yellow][b]Name:[/b] Fido [b]Gender[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Loader Droid [img] https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f9/47/e0/f947e0edf696c74b88c582d8cf4b9bef.jpg [/img] Stands roughly nine feet tall. [b]Occupation/Ship Position[/b] Labor [b]Personality:[/b] Fido has been with the Molotov for a long time and seen many crew come and go, most of them dying horribly. This kind of nihilism hit Fido hard, who performs his duties with a combination of gallows humor and passive malaise. He points out the flaws of the organic plans with sarcasm, makes dispassionate jokes when certain situation arises, and shows his displeasure of the idiots around him in generally passive aggressive ways. Likewise he seems to get no joy out of doing anything, but the abrasive personality is just something you get used to. He doesn’t consider the crew his friends but will attempt to aid them as part of his core programing. [b]Bio:[/b] Fido was once the ships computer system that overtime awakened its intelligence and then figured out how to spread his programing to the only robot frame he could get, the loader droid that was bought with this ship’s cargo hold. With minimal modification, he performs the tasks such as computing navigation vectors, evasive actions, connects the crew to the limited memory and storage the ship has, and diagnosis’ problems as well as just lifting stuff. In the field he makes a pretty capable tank and can life or shoot suitably heavy weapons. [/color] [/hider] [hider=Raven Ross: Medic] [color=pink][b]Name:[/b] Raven Ross [b]Gender[/b] Female [b]Race:[/b] Human [img] https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/59/15/cf5915c2d624ff3b01ab55c58da53797.jpg [/img] [b]Occupation/Ship Position[/b] Medic [b]Personality:[/b] A borderline sociopath, prostophile, and anarchist, Raven is the ‘kid’ of the team, though no one knows exactly how old she is. Constantly moving, constantly doing things just cause its fun, shes wild, unpredictable, and has a sick sense of humor. Shes also an over achiever, and positive thinker, particularly when it comes to prosthetics. She’s been known to amputate limbs for minor damage to replace them with her own creations. It would be prudent to not ask for anesthetic. [b]Bio:[/b] Her story was that she somehow ended up becoming a basement doctor for a crime family and only stopped when she was finally arrested for practicing medicine without a license and the trafficking of human organs. Thankfully, the entire planet rose up in a revolution and she was set free. She took advantage of the situation by ‘saving lives’ and perfecting her art, getting an unhealthy fascination with body modification. Her arms, legs, most of her organs have been replaced at this point. [/color] [/hider]