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Name: Maria Kathrine Thorne
Aliases: Mary
Age: 35
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Mercury
Allegiance: Rebellion
Gender: Female
Occupation: Captain of the Veritas Lux Mea

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Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 170 lbs
Build: Slender, athletic, well toned muscles.
Eyes: Light brown.
Hair: Purple with blue highlights.
Skin Tone: Fair.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two scars on her face; one across her nose, and the other along her chin. Pierced ears.
Personal Style: Simple and practical. She likes to look as neat as possible, but favors comfort over visual appeal.

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Sarcastic * Witty * Vengeful * Blunt * Caring * Introverted

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
One day I was strolling along the docks at The Hub, and I saw this old girl. She was in need of a paint job something fierce, but all of her parts were in working order, and I just fell in love with her. She has a certain hum when you start the engine and- I'm getting off topic. Anyway, I needed a ship, and she was the best one there.

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
I go into crisis mode and stay focused. Panic is something I rarely ever do, and if I ever panic, it'll be when God comes down and tells me I pissed him off.

What do you think about the government?
I captain the flagship of the rebellion. Do I really need to answer this question? *Sighs* I think it's a load of bullshit. They're a bunch of useless morons who have nothing better to do with their time than think up ways to make my life and everyone else's harder so that they can get more money.

What do you think about people not of your species?
*shrugs* Depends on how respectful they are. In general I'm pretty neutral and not real biased towards one opinion or the other. People are people; it doesn't much matter what they look like to me.

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
… I run the flagship of the rebellion. What do you think?

How would your acquaintances describe you?
I'm not really sure, and to be quite honest I don't really care. If I had to answer, they'd probably say something along the lines of I'm arrogant, a pain in the ass, and to avoid me at all costs. At least, that's what I've been told.

How would your mother describe you?
That I'm an angel that can do no wrong. Mama spoiled me to death all the time, and was the sweetest woman you could ever meet. She always thought I'd do something great with my life one day, and well, I just hope she's not too disappointed that I'm now considered a criminal.

How would you describe yourself?
I guess I'd describe myself as... I don't know. Someone doing the best they can with what they've got. I try to do the right thing as much as I can. I don't always succeed, but I keep trying, and well... That's better than nothing, I suppose.


What do you know about us?
N/A


Why do you want this job?
N/A

Why should I hire you?
N/A

Habits:

• Drums her fingers when she's bored.
• Typically she's always subconsciously holding her breath, so she ends up sighing a lot.

Hobbies:

• Writing.
• Playing games with the crew.
• Dancing (but no one is supposed to know that).

Fears:

• Losing.
• Seeing her crew and ship be destroyed and being the lone survivor.
• Spiders.

Likes:

• Chilling in her quarters.
• Reading.
• Eating.
• Target practice with her guns.

Dislikes:

• Dramatic people.
• Spiders.
• People in general, to be honest, until she gets to know you.
• Hot weather. She always keeps the ship on the colder side.
• Waking up.

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General Skills:

• Smuggling.
• Hand-to-hand.
• Minor medical knowledge. She can assist and/or patch you up if she's the only option.
• Excellent pilot.
• Breaking and entering.
• Expert marksmen.

Specialty Skills:

• Can pick any lock you can create.
• Agility helps her to get into and out of otherwise difficult areas.
• Best with a pistol.

Inventory:

• Clothing - Shirt, leather pants, gun holster, belt, boots, hat.
• Two six-shooter pistols- one of which fires lasers. She stole it off a Glao in a bar.
• Ammunition/Batteries for the laser pistol.
• Army knives
• Notepad
• Pens

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Why you joined the crew: N/A
History:

Maria's childhood is a bit of a blur, but from what she remembers, it wasn't much to speak of. Like most people her age, Maria remembers the fear and the horror of watching the universe disappear around them. She also remembers the day the Zitari came and gave them hope again. Unfortunately, their kindness and goodwill came too late for her younger brother, who fell victim to the plague that devastated the population. Her parents were heartbroken, but they all carried on.

As the humans rebuilt on Artemis, Maria and her family became farmers. They learned how to grow new, alien vegetables, how to prepare and cook them, and they taught others how to do the same. Maria grew up riding her horse out to the gardens to carry loads of vegetables back and forth to the store they set up. All in all, despite all they had lost, her family was a happy one.

Maria started hating the government at an early age. All around her she saw the injustice that the human leaders were causing, and always dreamt of putting an end to their tyranny. When she became an adult and met others like her, that spark was fanned into a wildfire, and so she became the captain of a ship called "Veritas Lux Mea." She has been struggling against the government and doing odd jobs with her crew ever since.

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Character Quote: "I am iron, and I forge myself."
Theme Song: Fire- Barnes Courtney
Criminal Record: Smuggling, theft, assault of an officer, 3 counts of assault on a civilian.
Anything Else: N/A

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Name: Gil Lamith
Aliases: Judge
Age: 177 Earth Years
Birthday: 324 AE
Species: Naka
Birth Planet: Xizu
Allegiance: Rysudan Government
Gender: Male
Occupation: Judges are the personal watchdogs and enforcers of Naka society, each protecting the interests of one country. Though a Judge’s power does not extend beyond the borders of his country, it is known that a Judge will ruthlessly hunt down any known threat to his government, no matter where in the galaxy a fugitive might run. Judges seldom work together, so it is highly unusual to see two in the same room. They don’t have a reputation for being the friendliest people alive, and they can certainly cause trouble for anyone they are suspicious of. Like typical police, however, Judges will leave you alone as long as you don’t give them a reason to suspect you of anything.

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Height: 6'2"
Weight: 196
Build: Fit, but not bulky.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Neatly trimmed, short - very military. Dark brown.
Skin Tone: A slightly lighter shade of dark brown.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has no unusual markings.
Personal Style: On the rare occasion Judge can be seen unarmored, he will choose to wear whatever is both convenient and appropriate for his surroundings; he doesn’t really care that much what the garb is as long as it serves his purpose. That is, assuming he doesn’t have his uniform handy. Because he will definitely wear that before he throws on anything else.

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Merciless * Loyal * Unforgiving * Coffee Addict

Relationship Status: Single.
interview:
How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
I asked around at the local bar. Politely.
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
A high stress situation? Ah, you mean when other brigands like you come after your cargo or to settle a petty squabble. I haven't had a good fight in years - I look forward to it.
What do you think about the government?
If you were speaking of Rysudan’s government, you’d be dangerously close to being interrogated for treasonous speech. But I’m sure you were just asking about human government - which doesn’t concern me at all.
What do you think about people not of your species?
They are all equally capable of lying.
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
There is a severe punishment for anyone who breaks the law in Rysudan. But we aren’t in Rysudan, are we?
How would your acquaintances describe you?
I can’t say - I’ve killed most of my acquaintances.
How would your mother describe you?
Oh, I'm sure she would tell you I'm "the best son a mother could have." They all do, after all.
How would you describe yourself?
I'm a man who is devoted to protecting his country.

Habits:

• Blatantly staring at people who [not necessarily intended to] catch his attention.
• Eating in his quarters.

Hobbies:

• Profiling “people watching”.

Fears:

• Corruption.
• Anarchy.

Likes:

• A good cup of coffee.
• A few moments of quiet.
• Sharp blades.

Dislikes:

• Guns, in general - so uncivilized.
• Terrorists. They can all burn in hell, along with anyone who gets in the way.

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General Skills:

• Can pay attention to about four conversations at once
• Can clean up your guns and sharpen your knives
• Can beat you in a staring contest
• Makes a mean cup of coffee

Specialty Skills:

• Swordplay
• Marksmanship
• Investigation

Inventory:

• Clothing - one uniform, one set of armor
• two swords
• one pistol
• ammunition

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Reason for joining crew: Looking either for a woman or a small man, name, race, age and appearance unknown, wanted for the murder of the brother of the governor of Rysudan. Oh, you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you? No? We'll see.
History:
"You don't choose to become a Judge. You get chosen."
"When a Judge is killed, there's no time to wait for someone to apply for the job, the country's safety is on the line. So they throw the most convenient soldier in a ship and drag him off for training. I'm a Judge because I'm disposable, not because I'm any better than anyone else. Not exactly what you'd expect, eh? I don't think anyone really thinks about it. I definitely didn't when I joined the army."
"As a child, I watched them haul my father away to be "interrogated". Never saw him again. You'd think the last thing I would want to do was join the army but instead of despising law enforcement, I was inspired - inspired to see true justice done."
"Now I'm the one that "interrogates."

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Character Quote: Innocence is subjective.
Theme Song: Drunken Whaler
Criminal Record: Clean.
Anything Else:

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Name: Andrea Malkis
Aliases: N/A
Age: 23
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Artemis
Allegiance: Rebellion
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pilot, Bounty Hunter.

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Height: 5ft 8in
Weight: 150lbs
Build: Fit
Eyes: Dark Brown
Hair: Short and black, just reaching her jaw.
Skin Tone: Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: Mostly practical, but with some flair. Most of her clothes are designed to be effective in a chase through almost any terrain, and as such are made of thick resistant material and she's almost always wearing knee high boots laced tightly. She really loves capes though, and they're always apart of her outfit. Some are practical, being resistant to the elements and the weather, most are just for show.

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Focused * Spiteful * Arrogant * Orderly * Overly-Cautious *Angry

Relationship Status: Single
Interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
"I heard about the Lux, I'm gonna call it the Lux because the full name is a mouthful, from my old crew. Talked about how they've been hearing about a human rebellion. Didn't think it'd be important to me at the time but things changed, and not for the better."

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
"Depends on the stress. If I'm in a space race against five other ships that want to shoot us down for whatever illegal activities we've done, I'm cold as ice. If I'm in a gun fight I get a little freaked out, I admit, but I've been in enough to not shut down completely. If I have a gun to my head or I'm being torture for information, oooh-boy I would not do well. I freak out, with good reason. No stoic death for me, but if you're worried about me telling them things, I probably won't. I'd die, not well mind you, before telling them anything."

What do you think about the government?

"I hate them."

What do you think about people not of your species?

"Most are fine. Some are assholes, but that's true of humans too. Except for Judges. They can go fuck themselves."

How do you feel about less than legal operations?

Laughs. "Captain, I've been running with illegal operations for as long as I can remember."

How would your acquaintances describe you?

"Annoying, Obsessive, overly cautious, and infuriatingly arrogant at times. But I'm the best at what I do and good to my crew."

How would your mother describe you?

"'My little space cow-girl, destined to ride through the stars of a new universe!"

How would you describe yourself?

"Arrogant and neurotic, but I mean well. It's not my fault I'm the best pilot you've ever known."


What do you know about us?

"You're the flag ship of the rebellion. You're gonna burn down the sons of bitches who run Artemis. And I want in."


Why do you want this job?

"Vengeance, plain and simple. The Artemis government sold out my old crew to a Judge because we didn't do what they wanted. I'm the last one standing, so I've got to get revenge for the dead."

Why should I hire you?

"Captain, I'm the best pilot you've ever seen. You can make this ship fly, but I can make her dance through the stars with the grace of a ballerina and charge through our enemies with the fury of a wild boar. You will not find anyone better suited for this position."

Habits:

• Repeated checks of her gear and ship readings.
• Whistles absentmindedly to herself when doing most things.
• Rubbing the coin around her neck when nervous or afraid.

Hobbies:

• Wood carving.
• Model Ship building.
• Sleight of Hand tricks.

Fears:

• Judges.
• Fire.

Likes:

• Ships
• Racing
• Games of Chance.
• Magic Tricks.
• Haggling.

Dislikes:

• Disorder.
• Uncleanliness.
• Judges.
• People messing with her things or how she has the piloting area set up.
• People harming or flying the ship.

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General Skills:

• Average shot with her rifle.
• Ship Maintenance. She knows how to help keep her baby running, though some problems are beyond her ability to deal with.
• Some skill with hacking into computer systems.
• Decent at free running and parkour.
• Haggler.

Specialty Skills:

• Extremely skilled and talented pilot.
• Master of Sleight of Hand, be it pick pocketing or magic tricks.
• Skilled Tracker.
• Excellent at stealth and hiding.

Inventory:

• Clothing - Leather and weather resistant clothing, at least a dozen capes. Face mask.
• Satchel with ammo, medical supplies, bits of wood she wants to shape, and other small gear.
• 3 drones she uses to help track and keep the ship in working order (Aetolia, Agrios, and Oreus). They are of Naka make.
• One rifle that shoots lasers. Also of Naka make.
• A small knife used primarily to carve wood. Well maintained and usually gleaming.
• A small collection of ship models that decorate her quarters. Mostly human make, but she's begun making or gathering alien ones. Her favorite ones are next to her on the pilot's dash. Her pride and joy is a hand made model of Vostok 1 (the first human piloted spacecraft in space)
• A small collection of wood carvings, mostly animals or people. Decorating her quarters.
• A tarnished coin, worn so smooth as to be impossible to tell what it was, hung around her neck in a leather necklace. It's her good luck charm.

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Reason for joining crew: Wants revenge against the Human government for getting her crew killed, and to prove to the universe she's the best damn pilot around.
History: Andrea was born on Artemis the year after humanity won their place in the new universe. She has no memory of the old universe, and no attachment too it. As far as she's concerned, this universe is her home. Her parents were already outlaws and criminals before the old universe collapsed, and it took no time at all for them to find other criminals in this new universe. The fact that the new human government was rapidly showing signs of the same old corruption that always plagued humanity was only a bonus incentive to go back to their old ways.

They met up with and, after a few awkward and confusing interactions, started running with a Naka smuggling crew. Andrea was born into this environment, being taught how to be a smuggler and a criminal in Letha. Her parents taught her how to sneak and pick pocket, how to recognize marks, how to hack into basic systems, and how to hide illegal merchandise in shipping. Her Naka 'family' taught her how to shoot and track. They supplemented their income with legal bounty contracts and Andrea was expected to pull her weight. The little human girl was confusing, but also endearing and amusing with her eagerness to learn. When she displayed a talent at piloting, and an eagerness to do it, they began teaching her how to fly the ship and pilot. By the time she was eighteen she was the main pilot of the ship and was growing ever more confident in her abilities and talents.

This was Andrea's life until roughly two years ago, when they were approached by representatives of the Artemis government. Andrea's crew had been running between planets for years and were good at it. They could get anyone and anything too anywhere. The representatives had heard of them and wanted to hire them for a job to take some cargo to the Glao world of Aspen. It was a little odd, but money was money and they agreed. When they arrived, they realized exactly what they were doing. The government had captured some of the louder and more influential dissidents and wanted them taken off world and sold. Andrea's crew, disgusted, pretended to agree and then let the prisoners go.

One month later they paid for their mistake. The crew was grounded on Artemis loading cargo, when a Judge appeared and started firing. Andrea and the crew scrambled to leave, only to be cut off by Artemis soldiers. It was a massacre. Andrea only survived because she was launched from the area when the ship exploded, and presumed dead.

When she woke up she was hurt, but alive. And angry. She buried who she could find and then made her way to the nearest town. She was going to find the Veritas Lux Mea, and she was going to burn the Artemis government to the ground.

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Character Quote: Freedom is in the stars.
Theme Song: The Glory
Criminal Record: Quite the long list over several planets. Dozens of counts of smuggling, resisting arrest, assault on civilians and officers, sale of banned goods, and many more.
Anything Else: N/A

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Name: Bud Swarro
Aliases: "Just call me Bud"
Age: 50
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Mars
Allegiance: "Santa Muerte haha"
Gender: Male
Occupation: "People call me a drunk with a gun but I like the term drifter"

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Height: 193 cm
Weight: 110 kg
Build: Bulky
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short and brown
Skin Tone: white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Burn scar on the neck and lower part of the jaw. Has a full back Santa Muerte tattoo.
Personal Style: Cowboy feel with Hightech protective gear and an oversized cape.

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Loyal * Over-confident * Not scared of death * Arogant * Grudgeholder

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
"From a strange looking feller in a bar"

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
"I deal with them pretty well, with all due respect I have been in high-stress situation longer than you have been born."

What do you think about the government?
"Fuck em, I have found that most places without government are more enjoyable."

What do you think about people not of your species?
"I dont mind em so long they dont act weird around me."

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
"Seriously? I'm old enough to not give a shit anymore, I'm gonna be dead in a couple of years either way, I don't got time to not have fun"

How would your acquaintances describe you?
"If I had any they would probably describe me like a loyal person that won't leave you till you dead"

How would your mother describe you?
"She would describe me like the sweetest person ever. I always hid what I did from her so that she wouldn't get hurt. She always thought I was a travelling merchant. I really miss that old hag haha"

How would you describe yourself?
"Dickhead drunk with a way to big gun"

Habits:

• Alcoholic

Hobbies:

• Poker

Fears:

• Living till I'm old enough to not run

Likes:

• Bacon
• Killing lawmen
• Bar fights

Dislikes:

• People in general
• Oversized bugs

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General Skills:

• Cooking (When his mama was sick in the end he had to learn to cook so he could keep her fed)
• Brawler (Growing up in bar fights will learn anyone to fight well)
• Good with most old school tech (Most people have forgotten how to use the old school tech, but on some planets new tech dont work so you gotta go back to old school)
• Good at Horseback riding (In his town they didnt have any new tech so to get around they had to use horses)
• Drinking his sorrows away.

Specialty Skills:

• Basically Jesus (Can make alcohol from basically nothing)
• Recruiter (He got good at getting people to fight for him while leading bar fights)
• Intimidation (Self-explanatory)

Inventory:

• Clothing - He tries to stick to old school as much as possible while often using new tech as protection from the cold or bullets. Often wearing a kind of tunic. gun holster. Boots. Belt. (Use the picture as an example)
• O/U new tech shotgun using an Anson & Deeley boxlock action reload mechanic (Seen in the picture)
• Old school Smith and Wesson revolver.
• Ammunition for both the weapons
• Cigars.
• A monocle that lets him see heartbeats up to 7 meters away (3 meters if there is a solid object in the way)

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Reason for joining crew:
"I heard yall might be getting into a fight soon and I have been on this planet for a bit long so I would love to explore a bit"
History:
"Mind if I light a cigar real quick? This might take awhile. Aight perfect, so where do I start. Let's start at the beginning I grew up on Mars, my family were one of the first 100 that immigrated to that red hellhole, when I grew up there my dad was in the Santa Blanca cartel so obviously I joined at the age of 15. I actually got my first kill on another human when I was 16."

"When I became 20 the Santa Blanca cartel went from dealing drugs and smuggling things from Terra to beating up the high class. We were raiding gated neighbourhoods and dragging them out in the streets while beating them senseless. Sure now you might be thinking, wouldn't the cops help the high class. Well no because of course, the local coppers were on our paygrade. so for maybe around 7 years, I bashed the higher class and tried to find any way to make money until my mama got sick so I decided to stop and go help her out and cook for her until she passed away"

"Anyways moving forward to my 30s. I decided to stop hanging out with the cartels and start exploring the universe, I went from planet to planet, but in the end of the day I always ended up in bars which is where I found my first shuttle to the next universe over. Earlier I had just been jumping planets from Terra to Mars to moons et cetera, but now I finally got out in the universe. The crew on that shuttle became my family through my 30s and early 40s. They were the group that followed me in a bar fight even if we were outnumbered."

"But I decided to sit out one mission... ONE FUCKING MISSION and these bastards get caught in a trap and die. These mother fuckers died on the one mission I decided to not follow them. So now I'm just drifting around and drinking my sorrows away, getting into bar fights and picking up odd jobs. But I'm ready to follow a new Captain. And that's why I'm here.

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Character Quote: "Im to old for this shit"

Criminal Record: Since most of the crimes were commited in his home town where most the coppers were bribed he only has charges of small time assault because of the bar fights which equals nothing more than a small ticket.
Anything Else: Nothin yet

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Name: Corinna Annabel Taggart
Aliases: Cora has used an impressively long list of aliases in her career. Shortly, before joining the crew of the Veritas Lux Mea she adopted the nom de guerre of Teg.
Age: 25
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Neptune
Allegiance: Current Employer/Highest Bidder
Gender: Female
Occupation: Mercenary

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Height: 5'7''
Weight: 140 lbs
Build: Cora is a coiled spring of muscles, ready to strike at a moment's notice. She has the well-built and carefully maintained body of a professional who has to be able to rely on her body even in the worst of situations.
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Cora has dark brown hair that reaches just past her shoulder blades. She keeps her hair pinned in an elaborate knot at the nape of her neck, not quite having the heart to cut it short despite the impracticality of caring for long hair on the frontier. To secure the chignon, Cora uses a set of antique silver hairpins.
Skin Tone: Olive skin, sports a light tan.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Cora has no particularly noteworthy scars and makes a habit of avoiding anything as memorable as tattoos or piercings.
Personal Style: A formal dresser when at all possible, Cora favors bespoke three piece suits in dark shades, bow ties, leather shoes, and derby hat that match the color of her suits. It is a rare sight indeed to see Cora in anything approaching a dress, but she dryly remarks that once as part of an elaborate plot to assassinate a leading baron of industry she did in fact wear an evening gown.

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Pragmatic * Deliberate * Daring * Iron-Willed * Cynical * Distrustful

Relationship Status: "Who's asking and why are they asking? Are they buying me a drink?"

interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
"Ran into an old friend on the Hub. Some old military spook, the friendly kind. He told me you were fixing to start some noise. Said you were looking for some muscle, said it might be worth my time."

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
"Very well. Provided it involves a lot of shooting or maybe some demolition work. I wouldn't be very good at my job if I couldn't control my nerves."

What do you think about the government?
"What's it to you? You a government spy? Gonna rat me out? For the sake of argument, let's say I have my share of personal differences with the government and wouldn't mind taking them down a peg or two. No, I'm not bitter."

What do you think about people not of your species?
"Do aliens count as people? I don't know, that's an interesting question, but it doesn't matter much to me. I treat them like they treat me and keep a healthy distance. Just like I would with any human. We all bleed and die the same, so we're square in my book. Just do your job, stay out of my way, and don't fuck up and we can be friends."

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
"Legality is a nebulous concept at the best of times. Provided the pay is right, I have no problems creatively interpreting the letters of the law. Pay me a bit more on top of that and I'll happily break the law for you. A space merc's gotta be able to make a living after all. And let me tell you, saints and heroes don't last very long in this line of work."

How would your acquaintances describe you?
"A competent, reliable, and most importantly discreet mercenary. Good with a gun, good with explosives, and useful in scrap."

How would your mother describe you?
"Naturally, she'd say that I'm wonderful young lady. She thinks I traded in my combat boots for dress shoes when I left the service. I told her I got a job as an interstellar courier. Look, I even had these business cards made up..."

How would you describe yourself?
"I'm a freewheeling merc, a damn good one at that. If you're looking for something deeper than that how about you buy me a drink first? I went through psych evals in the military and those were a whole lot less bothersome than this."

What do you know about us?
"You've got a ship. I can read the name. You've got some beef with the powers that be. You're probably wanted by more than one government agency. Hell, I wouldn't doubt that Syndicate themselves would like to have a lengthy chat with you. The Peacekeepers do so love to keep a tab on things. Even things that are none of their damn business."

Why do you want this job?
"The pay is right. And who doesn't love starting a good revolution? Besides, what else am I supposed to do with all this training? Dome people as part of some corporate security outfit at the behest of my executive overlords? Nah, pass, hard pass, some other merc can do that. File this under charity work, sister, I'm fixing to do you a favor."

Why should I hire you?
"Look, you're the one asking around for some muscle. I just happen to be that muscle. Don't make this more complicated than it has to be. You tell me how much you're willing to pay. Then I tell you if you need to ply me with more alcohol before I am drunk enough to accept. Then we shake hands and I do whatever it is you want me to do. No questions asked, promise."

Habits:

• Maintains a small collection of odd knickknacks she's acquired in her travels. Cora is particularly fond of ancient timepieces, such as mechanical pocket watches.
• Extremely meticulous in her appearance, highly unusual for a roving mercenary in the current era.
• Sleeps only under the highest quality silk blankets, imported from the Glao home-world, Forl.

Hobbies:

• Recreational drug use, chiefly stimulants and depressants such as alcohol, however, fear not, it has yet to affect her combat performance
• Exercising
• Gambling
• Dancing
• Reading

Fears:

• Imprisonment
• Boredom
• Loss of her abilities

Likes:

• Alcohol, coffee, and other drugs
• Risky ventures, dangerous missions, and in short, adventure
• Guns
• Loud Music
• Late Nights
• Fast Ships
• Traveling and exploring the stars

Dislikes:

• Space Bushido
• Rules and Regulations
• Predictability or Stagnation
• Early Mornings
• Pointless Ceremony
• Owing others money or favors
• Most of all, people who don't pay

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General Skills:

- Brawler: Cora is a gifted barroom brawler, as capable with her fists as she is with a chair or bottle of alcohol when the situation demands it.

- Juryrigger: Cora is a passable mechanic in a pinch, but she is mostly knowledgeable about weapon maintenance.

- Combat Medic: Cora knows the basics of battlefield medicine, an important skill when considering that gunshot wounds are not uncommon in her line of work.

- Peerless Endurance: Cora possesses a remarkable endurance and is liable to keep going when others have long since collapsed from exhaustion.

Specialty Skills:

- Demolitions Expert: As part of her military training Cora was taught the finer aspects of making things explode in a controlled manner. Given the right supplies, Cora can construct all manner of explosive devices.

- Asymmetric Warfare Specialist: A product of some of the darker, shadowy area of military operations Cora has extensive experience in how to fight unfairly and with an eye on inflicting heavy casualties on the enemy.

- Commando:Cora is an expert marksman with all manner of firearms and she has received specialized military training. She is no amateur with a passing interest in bloodshed and a lifetime of hastily acquired abilities. Rather, she is a trained professional and carries herself in a manner that betrays military training of the highest quality that humanity can muster.

Inventory:

- Clothing: Cora wears a bespoke three piece suit, in a tasteful shade of black, a fashionable red bow tie, a well-tailored dress shirt, leather shoes, a pair of fine leather gloves, and a perfectly fitting derby hat. She wears two bandoleers full of ammunition, a belt decorated in a similar manner, and a beautifully engraved leather holster on her hip. In a pocket of her dress shirt she carries an antique silver pocket watch.

- Browning Hi-Power: Cora's pistol of choice is a modernized Browning Hi-Power. Chambered in a heavy caliber, the Hi-Power is an exceedingly reliable and accurate semiautomatic pistol. The culmination of thousands of years of firearm development, the basic design of the firearm hearkens back to the early 20th century. However, Cora has had the pistol customized to suit the needs of the current era and her own particular tastes.

- Beretta 515: Cora carries a small hold-out pistol, chambered in a light caliber, as a back-up gun in an ankle holster. It is capable enough weapon at close range and when the going gets tough.

- Heckler and Koch XM 75: Keen to bring some proper firepower to any fight, Cora favors a modular weapon system developed by Heckler and Koch. The latest and greatest in military grade firearms, the XM 75 provides the user with unparalleled flexibility thanks to a state-of-the-art system that allows rapid change between various feeding mechanisms and barrels. This allows the weapon system to fulfill a number of vital combat roles. A matching business suitcase allows for a discreet carry.

- Grenades: Fond of explosives Cora carries two fragmentation, one high explosive, and one smoke grenade with her at all times.

- Knife: Held against the small of her back Cora has a simple enough knife, useful for cutting apples, wires, rope, or as a weapon of last resort.

- In Storage: Several changes of formal attire, lots of guns, spare parts, an alarming amount of explosives, and plenty of ammunition.

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Reason for joining crew:

Cora joined the crew of the Veritas Lux Mea for three simple reasons. One, she was in between contracts. Two, she was broke and needed a ride. And three, she'd been spoiling for a proper fight with the government for some time. Slow as she is to admit it, she had an old score to settle with the powers that be.

History:

"It's a classic story really. I was born in some frozen shithole of a town back on Neptune, not that I remember it. My parents were nobodies, miners, laborers that never mattered. And when the Zitari snapped their fingers and sent us to Artemis, I ended up in just as much of a shithole town as back on Neptune. Well, almost, it wasn't as cold."

"I knew what my future was going to be like if I stayed there. I had only to look around me to see it. So I did what any clever eighteen year old without options does when they realize that their future is five kids, a husband with no teeth, meth, so much meth, and the worst kind of fucking beer. I enlisted, I joined the Colonial Defense Forces and found my way in space. Took to it like a fish. The shooting, the zero gravity fights, the blowing things up, and the cutting throats that is. Swallowed everything they told me, hook, line and sinker. Hell, I thought we were going to save the new world."

"Course, there wasn't much in the way of real fighting going on back then. Not that we didn't have ourselves some good scraps, but it wasn't a real war. Such facts didn't stop the brass from handing out commendations though and I even got myself some fancy medals as part of Operation Nightfall, which was a fancy way to say gunning down some protesting space miners that were cutting into corporate profits in some forgotten corner of Artemis. Those were the good old days. Back when we were jetting around the new planet pacifying upstart labor unions, hunting down bandits, and capturing political dissidents. It felt like we had a purpose, you know? Although medals didn't matter much with how shit the pay was. Still, it was better than a slow death back on Artemis. And the food was free."

"Eventually, I found myself at odds with the military. I had some personal differences with my superiors. Personal differences are what we professionals call it when your commanding officer decides to recall the shuttle that was supposed to extract you from a space station you rigged with enough explosives to send it flying into the nearest star because said mission happened to be compromised and the rest of your squad was turned into a fine red mist by a series of automated turrets set up by the owners of said station. Had to commandeer a shuttle myself before I could reduce that station to scrap metal."

"Now, don't get me wrong, being an elite soldier for the government was a sweet gig, but I had to spread my wings, I needed a fresh start, you know? I just needed something else, something that paid more. Propping up an authoritarian government is only fun for so long and at some point you realize your pension is going to be worth dirt."

"After my separation from the Colonial Defense Forces, I went off to find my own way in the galaxy. I did some traveling, I did some trading, I did some pirating, I did some more pirating, and then found myself landing a stable gig as an independent contractor...a mercenary if you will. Hopped from system to system, from planet to planet, from job to job. Earned some money, lost some money, made some friends, and made more enemies. I shot some people and I saved fewer still."

"And now? Now I'm here. On this rust bucket of a ship, fighting some revolution. Oh, it's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it. I doubt we'll make it. But it's going to be one hell of a fight."

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Character Quote: ""
Theme Song: The Ecstasy of Gold
Criminal Record: Gifted with an uncanny ability for knowing which government officials to bribe, Cora has managed to maintain an almost spotless criminal record. Her sole criminal offense on record is related to an unfortunate incident involving a competing mercenary and a broken chair.
Anything Else:

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Name: Ansgar Victor Staudinger
Aliases: Socket, That Asshole
Age: 31
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Mars
Allegiance: Himself, nominally whoever his employer is.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Mechanic

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Height: 5'8"
Weight: 143lbs
Build: Lean, wireframe, but all muscle
Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Red
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Two full sleeves of Celtic iconography and artstyle, several shrapnel scars across his upper left chest.
Personal Style: Very utilitarian, dressing for the environment and preferring his working attire.

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No Nonsense * Angry * Spiteful * Loud * Begrudging Concern

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
"I'm always watchin' for good work, or at least interestin' work. I've heard both about the Veritas Lux Mea, an the fact she ain't always on the up and up. Least that's what the smart money was always on, so here I am."

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
"Get angry, and fix the damned problem. Whether said problem's an engine tryin' to jump free of its ship, or some tosser tryin' to be trouble again. Percussive maintenance works wonders on both, don't it?"

What do you think about the government?
"To 'ell with the lot of em. Greedy sods wouldn't notice anythin' unless a drop of money is involved. To be honest, let folks take care of themselves and any they give enough of a shite about, and that's that. Only reason we need any sort of government is for dealing with other governments. Let the idiots have competing circuses."

What do you think about people not of your species?
"Don't really care lass. Look, don't care if ye got two legs or six, if yer a pain in me ass then yer a pain in me ass. They pass me a spanner when I yell for one? Well, they're at least a useful pain in my ass."

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
"I'm from the Hub, lass, legality only matters if yer fixin' to get caught."

How would your acquaintances describe you?
"Foul mouthed, foul tempered, but could fix an engine with duct tape and sheer spite just to prove the tossers wrong. They'd be happy to shove my ass in the engine room or into anything mechanical, and would be perfectly confident in it either being fixed, or it at least not being their problem anymore. Useless sods."

How would your mother describe you?
"Foul mouthed, foul tempered... Damn shame to the family name, running off from the family business and being some freelance crook at the best of descriptions. Reminds her of her first husband, and I know the old hag does not mean well by that in the slightest."

How would you describe yourself?
"Half jokes aside, I'm a right bastard, but I know my work and I ain't a pushover in any sense of the word. Look, I ain't one to mince words, I piss off as many people as I don't, but I ain't a people person. I prefer anything mechanical, it's soothing, and a damn sight more reliable."

What do you know about us?
"I did some digging around, you lot ain't just about petty crime or easy jobs, least what the smart ones are talkin'. I'm tired of runnin', savvy? I aim to misbehave."

Why do you want this job?
"Besides the pay and gettin' back at the tossers who've wronged me an' the rest o' us? Dead end jobs an' shite ain't worth the problems anymore. Might as well go for somethin' serious for once."

Why should I hire you?
"Yer gonna need a mechanic that can do a damn sight more than just turn a wrench and keep an engine running. If its mechanical, I can get it doin' things it really shouldn't, whether that helps us or harms them, well, that's yer call boss."

Habits:

• Smokes a lot, or at least has a cigarette handy at all times
• Tends to fiddle with small items, hates having idle hands

Hobbies:

• Playing the violin (Prefers to keep that hidden)
• Tinkering on machinery
• Modifying and tweaking ballistic firearms

Fears:

• Dying alone.
• Being trapped drifting in space.
• Losing his hands.

Likes:

• Being left to his own devices.
• All things mechanical, especially older, more sturdy machinery.
• A good drink after a long day.
• Ballistic Firearms (The louder and noisier then better)
• Classical Music

Dislikes:

• Electronics.
• Energy Weaponry.
• Atmospheric Flight (Space Flight doesn't bother him).
• Interference with his work/trying to tell him how to do his job.
• Rich Snobs

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General Skills:

• Decent shot with sidearms (Especially his personal pride and joy)
• Gun tinkering and modification
• Fairly mean brawler
• Can brute force a variety of security systems
• Can keep himself from bleeding out in a pinch
• Skilled at maintaining thrown accuracy

Specialty Skills:

• Mechanical Savant.
• Surprisingly tough and strong, can give as good as he gets.
• Tough nut to mentally crack, will not budge once dug in.

Inventory:

• Clothing - Heavy working attire, designed for resilience from wear and tear in a machine shop or engine room.
• Fairly large toolbox full of various items he'd need to fix just about anything mechanical
• A smaller, more portable bag full of less specialized, more generic tools for patch work on the fly
• Herald - Bought as scrap and slowly repaired and refurbished over time, only has four shots but has massive stopping power from the size of each round. Monstrous recoil.
• Large Pipe Wrench, mostly used for percussive maintenance on anything needing it.
• Bowie Knife strapped to the back of his waist.

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Reason for joining crew:
"Besides needing the work, I am right tired of bein' a drifter on the fringes. Might as well get something done right proper, eh? Might as well prove mother dearest wrong, no sense being only a crook."
History:
Ansgar really can't speak much on his early childhood, it really didn't mean much to him outside of stories of his parents escape through to this new universe since he was honestly on the younger edge of those who had come through to the new universe. His folks, and most of the ones on the ship in question, ended up drifting straight to the Hub, joining the massive mixed conglomerate of vessels and docks. The family had always been mechanics and engineers, so they took naturally to life in such a place, learning tech and earning their keep.

Ansgar chafed under this type of environment initially, mainly the wanderlust and desire to get out from underneath the family's rather restrictive lineage, being the younger brother of an older sister who would have inherited the business anyways regardless of his ability or performance. So he grabbed a bag of tools, at the age of sixteen, and ditched the family business in favor of a criminal path. He joined up with a gang on the Hub initially, picking up tricks on how to go about bypassing and breaking through mechanical security systems as well as keeping their vehicle and kit up and running. His family disowned him as well, though he's kept in touch with his sister and kicks the less illicit money her way every now and again when she needs help.

Starting at the young age as a criminal mechanic, Ansgar quickly learned to not only avoid and detest the government on general principle, but he usually got to see first hand how their activities and greed were doing more harm than good. The mood and idea that he should really be doing more than dead end gang work was starting to build, and word was spreading among the smart money that a certain rebellion was building on a certain starship. Grabbing his expanded toolkit and loading it up, alongside his personal keepsake of a sidearm and started hopping from ship to ship, working on catching up and offering his services. He'd have to get acclimated with their systems, so the more time he'd have to do so, the better. And if he made some good money on the side? All the better, far as he was concerned.

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Character Quote: "Through Hell and Highwater, we'll keep goin'."
Theme Song: Iridium - The Sidh
Official Unofficial Theme Song: The USS Make Shit Up - Voltaire
Criminal Record: Breaking and Entering, Assault on a Civilian, Unauthorized modifications of systems, Illegal ownership of firearms, Destruction of Government Property
Anything Else: Tends to have a very thick accent, exaggerated when irritated or during high stress incidents.

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Name: Kevej Roflla Vin'Akali
Aliases: He insists 'aliens' call him Kev
Age: 35
Species: Naka
Birth Planet: Vin, a small and cold planet towards the edge of Letha
Allegiance: The crew of The Veritas Lux Mea, and the rebellion by extension
Gender: Male
Occupation: First mate of The Veritas Lux Mea; there's a lot of conflicting personalities so his work is cut out for him!

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Height: 6'6''
Weight: 211lbs
Build: Tall and built
Eyes:Brown
Hair:Dark brown
Skin Tone:Very well tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Kev has a swirling blue pattern tattoo across his right eye, but is bereft of piercings
Personal Style: Kevej keeps it simple, normally strutting in just jeans and a tee-shirt and pulling on a flak-vest in event of danger.

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Friendly * Understanding * Loyal * Stoic * Ponderous

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
I was playing a few dice games with the Verren mechanics at The Hub. They talk fast and take money faster; by the time the night was over I was all out of cash. Thankfully they pointed me towards a ship they'd recently helped patch up which was looking for a crew. And here I am, Captain

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
As well as anyone, I would say. I keep the conversation flowing between people, things can get tense but as long as people are talking to eachother they're way less likely to snap or panic from my experience.

What do you think about the government?
That's a bit of an odd one to ask in an interview, isn't it? Not that I mind, of course, don't worry. I'm not human, so my interaction with the human government is pretty much just what I hear from travellers. I've heard some bad things. I don't know if you're pro-government or anti-government but you know better than me, so I'll defer to you Captain.

What do you think about people not of your species?
I think well of them, even the Glaos are friendly enough once you get to know them. Though I keep being asked by some humans whether it's strange for me to be serving under a captain who is female and younger than me. I don't understand humans sometimes, why does this matter?

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
Ah, this is that kind of hauler, then? Nope, that's not a problem at all. Well, so long as we don't hurt any of the good guys I'm fine with it, but I don't think that's the kind of trouble you're looking for. You seem like a good guy, if you didn't I wouldn't be here

How would your acquaintances describe you?
Friendly, companionable. One of the best chefs they've known to serve on a ship. If they're being a bit on the ruder side they'd say I can be a little overbearing, but it's something I've been working on fixing.

How would your mother describe you?
She'd probably call me something rude because I missed our last family meal, which if you're going to hire me Captain then I'll need at least 5 days off in a year for those kinds of occasions and it'd be great if the crew came too. I can promise you she'd feed everyone, and though I scrape by as a chef with ship rations my mother taught me everything I know and she is backed up by a full pantry. Your waistline would regret the trip there more than you would.

How would you describe yourself?
Happy. And that's what's most important right? Everything else about a person is secondary, to me, as long as they're happy.

What do you know about us?
The Verren were convinced you were up to something big, but nobody knows what it is. You look like you mean business, and given your questioning about legal activities and the government I'm willing to make a few guesses about what that might be. But that's what they are, guesses.

Why do you want this job?
I need the money, I need the time and I need friends. If I can give something back in the process then all the better

Why should I hire you?
Every ship needs a cook, and I'm muscled enough for a lot of manual labour. I'll even fight, you say and I'll go, Captain.

Habits:

• Due to most ships are designed for space economy and not for someone as tall as Kev he stretches a lot to alleviate aches

Hobbies:

• Cooking!
• Playing board games with the crew

Fears:

• Failing the expectations of his peers
• The void of space, and getting 'spaced'
• Spiders

Likes:

• Chilling with friends
• Hugs
• Nakkan Prize Space-Races

Dislikes:

• People being 'grumpy'
• Alcohol
• Pop music

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General Skills:

• Cooking
• Amiability
• Minor medical ability; think first aid, not paramedic
• Minor engineering prowess, at least whatever can be applied to a Nakkan Race-Rig

Specialty Skills:

• More like a jack of some trades, the better to help people with things

Inventory:

• Clothing - A basic tee, jeans, boots.
• A flak Jacket
• A shortened Nakkan laser rifle and ammunition
• Various knives, mainly for culinary use
• A well maintained spice rack

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Reason for joining crew: Everyone needs a job, though not everyone is as lucky to serve aboard a ship like this
How long have you been with the crew?: Since nearly the start, coincidentally
History:
Kevej has never had an overly hard life. He was born to a large family in the city of Akali, on Vin. Despite being away from the homeworld it shares much of the technology and equity. The humans were introduced to the galaxy around Kevej's 11th birthday and by the age of 12 he was enrolled into a Nakkan schooling initiative to help welcome the humans to their new home.

Kevej excelled in these studies, and as a result knows how to speak and read Spanish, English and Mandarin. He's also been to Artemis several times on sightseeing tours and wrote his Catering course's final dissertation on human cuisine and tradition.

That was more than a few years ago now, though, and while Kevej's peers have found work as diplomats or scientists to Artemis Kevej has generally bounced around the galaxy, picking up a few more languages spoken by the other 'alien' races and honing his cooking skill to be more suited to a ship's mess than high class restaurants.

Having just finished serving as cook on a year-long Nakkan-run holiday cruise for humans. Kevej knocked around the hub for a while, before seeking employment aboard an old cargo vessel called Veritas Lux Mea. The rest is history

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Character Quote: "Rebellion begins in the heart. As long as our hearts beat as one we can never truly lose."
Theme Song: TTS OST - Vulkan's Theme - "For Friendship!"
Criminal Record: Fairly blank. What is there is mainly witness reports or parking tickets

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Name: Kai’mos Varthus
Aliases: “Kai”
Age: 45
Species: Ithlo
Birth Planet: Alazden
Allegiance:
Gender: Male
Occupation: Medic, Herbalist, and Physical Therapist

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Height: 6'1
Weight: 185lbs
Build: Tall & Lean
Eyes: Lavender
Hair: Silvery, with a faint tint of blue.
Skin Tone: Grayish-blue
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Fairly reserved wardrobe, nothing spectacular as that isn't customary amongst the Ithlo culture. A pair of slacks, light button down shirt, a long coat, and soft leather boots complete his typical style, which are mostly colored in "earth tones".

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Confident | Respectful | Logical | Pragmatic | Suspicious | Organized | Stoic | Perceptive

Relationship Status: Single

Interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
“Thankfully, the advertisement wasn’t necessarily hard to come by, as loose lips are plentiful within the drinking establishments of most human colonized planets. Simply put, you were in need of a medical professional, and that is exactly what I offer you and your ship. Aside from that, I have nothing more of value to you other than the clothes on my back.”

How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
“I’ve been through many situations dealing with the mildly sick to the fatally wounded, within areas of remote jungles where creatures still unidentified roamed and saw you as mere prey, and the endless sand dunes where nothing but an unforgiving sun lives. And in all of those examples, cooler heads always prevailed. And I have prevailed for the better because of it.”

What do you think about the government?
“I suppose there are two types of governments: Those individuals who are for the welfare of the people, and those who are against and only seek power for themselves. If it it is the former, than of course it is a benefit. However, the latter should be cut from the rest of the galaxy as a cancer from neural tissue.”

What do you think about people not of your species?
“I have, and will always respect those of other races and cultures, as I would also expect the same in return.”

How do you feel about less than legal operations?
“Are we speaking about taking another life?...”

How would your acquaintances describe you?
“I have been regarded as a pragmatist, and truly have a heart to help and heal to the best of my abilities.”

How would your mother describe you?
“Most likely, she would describe me as being ‘exactly like my father’, which as far as I am concerned, is an honorable title.“

How would you describe yourself?
“Loyal, Confident, and Content.

What do you know about us?
“Honestly? Not much beyond the fact that you are a crew set out for great things, and intuition tells me I am at least mostly correct.”

Why do you want this job?
“I suppose this would be a two-part answer. One, because you are the only ship willing to secure passage for me back to my homeworld, for services rendered, of course. And two, my curiosity has been piqued well enough that I may -if you would have me- want to stay on for a longer term than planned. But I suppose that remains to be seen…”

Why should I hire you?
“Is there another within your crew capable of advanced medical procedures and carrying with themself inside their head a vast library of herbalism?”

Habits:

• Tends to be on the OCD side at times and can be seen organizing his gear, as “Everything has its place.” Be wary to tell him otherwise.

Hobbies:

• Cataloguing visual representations of various plant life used for medicinal purposes. (i.e. “Likes to sketch interesting flora”)

Fears:

• Failing to see the unknown ailment and unable to treat it’s cause.

Likes:

• Keeping up to speed on latest medical knowledge
• Seeing confidence in others, especially those he works closely with
• Meditative exercises
• Combat training
• Various types of tea

Dislikes:

• Ignorance
• Complaining
• Excuses
• Dishonor

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General Skills:

• Field Medic
• Surgeon
• Triage
• Herbalist / Medicine
• Unarmed defensive combat
• Basic firearm knowledge

Specialty Skills:

• Can patch up wounded in fairly short time.
• Vast herbalistic knowledge cuts down time to create certain medicines
• Disarm opponents and neutralize threat within melee range

Inventory:

• Essential Clothing consisting of shirt, slacks, and boots.
• Leather long coat with various pockets and hidden compartments
• Medic’s bag full of essential tools
• Medicine pouch and various herbal ingredients
• Combat knife
• Hand gun

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Reason for joining crew:
Sheer desperation to get off of a planet that he was clearly not welcomed, as well as possibly becoming a full-time crew member if everything goes right.

History: Born on Alazden into a long line of physicians, apothecaries, and physical therapists migrated from Loza, Kai’mos already had his profession laid out for him, but not because of any particular cultural obligation, but more so due to the simple fact that Ithlo excelled within the medical field. Where other races failed, the Ithlo adapted and enhanced hundreds of medical procedures, surgical tools, and herbal remedies currently used throughout the galaxy. So, it only made sense that the Legacy of the Healers would be passed on and thrive within yet another offspring of the Ithlo species.

But, was Kai really open to the idea of his future already planned? Perhaps, but in the meantime, he continued to follow the path set before him, learning the trade of the medic, as well as the Ithloian tradition of unarmed combat, focusing primarily on defensive and non-lethal techniques. As a whole, Kai’mos learned to walk a balanced path of both healthy mind and body, allowing the spirit of his ancestors to guide his actions and words on a daily basis. While his attitude -like that of most of his species- can come off as somewhat arrogant and testy toward other non-Ithlo, the fact remains that logical thinking, pragmatic approaches, and results-driven solutions have granted him the right to be a little “rough around the edges”.

Fast-forward several years as the human populations began to increase, and Kai travelled from planet-to-planet sharing his knowledge with fellow colleagues and newly formed human colonies, as well as assisting in any way he could during times of sickness and system-wide epidemics. However, as things began to neutralize, and his presence would not be missed, Kai’mos slipped away on a long-planned pilgrimage, to refresh his mind and allow the ancestral spirits to recharge that which was taken away by years of hard work. As time went on, and those temples which honored his species were visited, Kai continued his journey to small a human-colony, unaware that it was a much seedier -and perhaps more desperate- place than imagined. And it was there, that his path would surely change.

As with most places, the alien races who looked far different than the natives were usually targeted first, whether it be something beneficial to boost tourism, or simply, to take what they had. In this particular case, Kai’mos fell victim to the latter, as his possessions were taken by raiders while he slept in a small hostel in the heart of the city. Lucky for the Ithlo, his life was spared, but it became apparent that he was not as welcomed has he had been to many of the other places on his journey. Penniless, lost, and thousands of miles from his home planet, Kai did what he could to secure passage on the next ship leaving the planet.

But at what cost to him?...

(Continued in the “Interview” section)

Character Quote: “The best medic is the one you run to and can't find.”

Theme Song: SKÁLD | "Run"

Criminal Record: None.

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Name: Cookie
Aliases: Cooks, Brat, Damn Cat
Age: 4
Species: Feline
Birth Planet: Artemis
Allegiance: Himself, the selfish little bastard
Gender: Male
Occupation: Pestering the crew and trying to get pets. Maria claims he's the secondary morale officer.

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Height: 10 inches
Build: Kinda chubby, but Maria claims it's all fluff.
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown tabby
Skin Tone: Pink
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
Personal Style: N/A

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Cuddly * Sweet * Arrogant * Kleptomaniac * Sassy * Talkative

Relationship Status: Single and ready to steal yo' gurl.
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea? Meow?

How well do you deal with a high stress situation? *hiss*

What do you think about the government? *excessive hissing*

What do you think about people not of your species? *blank stare*

How do you feel about less than legal operations? *purring*

How would your acquaintances describe you? Meow.

How would your mother describe you? *licks paw*

How would you describe yourself? *Purring intensifies*

(For those who are passengers, you can ignore the rest of the questions as these only pertain to the crewmembers).

What do you know about us? N/A


Why do you want this job? N/A

Why should I hire you? N/A

Habits:

• Being an attention whore.
• Knocking things off of high places.
• Pushing that button on the console that really shouldn't have been pushed.
• Stealing random small objects.
• Begging for food by tapping people's legs with his paw.

Hobbies:

• Pestering the crew.
• Eating.

Fears:

• Sticks
• Angry yelling

Likes:

• The Red Dot.
• Food.
• Trinkets.
• Toys.
• Pets.
• Cuddles.

Dislikes:

• Getting yelled at.
• Feet.
• Pork.

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General Skills:

• Very charming. 10/10 who didn't know him would pet.
• Excellent to have around during a negotiation.
• Fantastic listener.
• Good judge of character.

Specialty Skills:

• Theft
• Negotiations
• Acrobatics
• Keeping the rodent population down.

Inventory:

• His hoard of trinkets that he has stolen from the crew and hidden behind Maria's desk. It consists of the following.
• Anthea's sock.
• So. Many. Hair bands.
• Three of Kai's pens.
• A couple of screws from the engine room.
• A brush for cleaning guns.
• A couple pieces of jewelry.
• A lot of toys that Maria thought he "lost."

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Reason for joining crew: He didn't have much choice in the matter.
History:

Late at night, as the engine rumbles, the crew fast asleep, a lonely soul wanders through the corridors of the Veritas Lux Mea, wailing about the sorrows of his past. No one ever cares, but still Cookie insists on singing his life's story to the crew. Maybe someday, someone will finally listen.

Life isn't easy for a space cat. Cookie spent his first few months of life learning the family trade of hunting on Maria's family farm, and a hard life it was indeed. The humans enslaved him, as they had done his ancestors before, and forced him to work tirelessly in order to keep pests out of the gardens. Day and night he roamed. He longed for a day when no more would these filthy peasants use him as labor, nay, they would serve his bidding.

When Maria moved out, she kidnapped Cookie and took him with her, despite his heartfelt protests. Though Cookie dreams of freedom, he still remains a servant, living only to provide labor to his cruel overlords. But Cookie has his revenge. When the humans aren't watching, he steals their powerful objects and hides them in a place he knows no one will ever look. One day, he will amass enough wealth to leave this wretched place and start a rebellion to overthrow the evil humans.

Then, finally, all will be as it should be.

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Character Quote: Meow?
Theme Song: Everybody wants to be a cat
Criminal Record: Multiple counts of theft. There's a list of them hanging on the fridge.
Anything Else: N/A

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Name: Persephone Arrosá (Born Miranna Kva'ton)
Aliases: Perse (Percy)
Age: 37
Species: Cyborg/Ithlo
Birth Planet: Alazden
Allegiance: Varies from moment to moment. Whatever cause she thinks is right.
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pilot/bodyguard

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Height: 5'10
Build: Stocky and muscular. Kind of broad, but still feminine.
Eyes: She has cybernetic eye implants which are a dark purple.
Hair: Pink hair, which is basically the redhead of the Ithlo.
Skin Tone: Also pink, though noticeably less bright than her hair.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: She has multiple scars, though most of them are fairly well hidden. If one were to look closely at the areas of skin around all of her cybernetic implants (like where her arm meets her shoulder, or the implants around her eyes) they would see faint scarring from her surgeries.
Personal Style: Perse is a very confident, vibrant person, and it shows through in her attire. She is almost always dressed in something bright and colorful unless she's going on a stealth mission. In which case, she'll dress down for the sake of not getting shot. But she'll complain about it.

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Sassy * Flirty * Blunt * Friendly * Intuitive

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
Oh that. Well! I was lurking on some of the comms in our general area, and I've heard a few titters about this beautiful ship of yours. You guys are starting to get a bit infamous. Hehe. But anyways, then I was passing through and heard you guys send a comm out to the shooty boys over there, and... Well, you know the rest!
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
I like to think I deal with stress pretty well. I might start cursing and saying we're all gonna die, but I think I keep a relatively cool head. Usually.
What do you think about the government?
Which government? Or governments in general? The human government? Well, it sucks. Majorly. Like... I mean none of them are perfect, but at least the Ithlo give us free healthcare. And dental. We get free dental. Don't you guys like barely get fed on the outskirts or something? Or was that an exaggeration? Oh. Well. No wonder you guys are revolting.
What do you think about people not of your species?
They're wonderful! I love meeting people from new cultures and places. Oh there was this one time when I first met a human that this really hot soldier dude- oh you don't... You don't have time for this story. Okay. I gotcha.
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
Cap, less than legal operations are my jam. That's what I've survived off of for the past twelve years.
How would your acquaintances describe you?
Friendly! Talkative, flirty, uhh… Maybe annoying. I tend to talk a lot and get everyone mad at me, because I can kinda just keep going for a while. I also have a bad habit of being a little too truthful, so a few have gotten mad at me for that.
How would your mother describe you?
My mother. Hm... I don't know. She'd probably say something about being just like my dad, which is sometimes a compliment, sometimes an insult. She always told me I was like my dad.
How would you describe yourself?
Uh... Loud. A good pilot! I don't know. I just am who I am. What you see is what you get, and you can kind of take it or leave it I guess. I mean unless you spot unhealthy mannerisms, in which case please tell me! I don't want to be toxic to anyone. I just kinda do my own thing.
What do you know about us?
Not a lot, just what I've heard over the chatter. I know you guys are trying to get something started with the human government, and that you're angry and desperate. I don't blame you. I would be too.
Why do you want this job?
I've felt the sting of oppression before, and it's not pretty. I feel for you guys and what your people are going through, and I want to help in whatever way I can. Plus if I can get paid for doing minorly good deeds, that's all the better!
Why should I hire you?
I have a pretty nicely rounded skillset that I think you'll find to be of advantage. I'm strong, so I can be used to carry stuff, I'm decent with a blaster, and I'm a pretty good pilot if I do say so myself. You seem to be in want of a pilot right now. Not to mention, while I suck at lying, I'm still trustworthy about important things like this, and I will die before I betray you.

Habits:

• Talks to herself
• Hums/sings
• Taps on her legs
• Flirting just for the sake of it
• Using humor to cover up trauma

Hobbies:

• Tinkering with her implants
• Journaling
• Listening to music.

Fears:

• Abandonment
• The dark
• Yelling

Likes:

• Food!
• Clothes/jewelry
• Upgrades for her implants
• Talking to people
• Parties

Dislikes:

• Talking about her past
• Loud, angry people
• Injustice
• Being ignored
• Arrogance
• Being underestimated

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General Skills:

• Handguns/some rifles
• Good with cybernetic engineering. Has created and modified some of her own implants.
• Negotiating
• Diffusing potentially violent situations
• Cybernetic implants give her increased strength

Specialty Skills:

• Expert pilot
• Engineering
• Hacking/computer coding

Inventory:

• She has many, many clothes. Like... a lot. She loves clothes.
• Her cybernetic arms both have energy blasters implanted into them.
• Extra charges for her blasters.
• Rations.
• Several journals. Some of them are full, most are mostly empty.
• A verren form of an Ipod called a Mak'luth, or translated: Music device. They're very creative with the naming things.
• Extra charges for the Mak'luth.
• Spare parts for her implants.

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Reason for joining crew: She wants to help make the universe a better place for everyone... and Maria pays well. And she needs a different ship because her current one is literally falling to pieces.
History:
Persephone was born as Miranna Kva'ton, daughter to As'bak and Tolran Kva'ton, diplomats from the Ithlo government. They traveled around a lot, often changing assignments in the blink of an eye, and never staying anywhere very long. Despite very busy schedules, they were a happy family. Miranna was inseparable from her parents. Even when she was a little older, the young Ithlo loved traveling around and getting to make new friends, and seeing all of the different cultures. She was star struck by all of the magnificent wonders the universe held, and elated that she got to experience them firsthand.

Unfortunately, many years of being a kind, compassionate, and understanding diplomat wore on her father. He'd grown tired of having to constantly feign appearances in order to maintain good relations. He wanted out of the job, and asked to be relieved of duty. After all, he and his wife had been doing this well before they'd had Miranna, and certainly they were due some sort of extended leave, at the very least. The higher ups did not want As'bak to leave, and pleaded with him to stay on for just a few more years. He agreed, and it led to his downfall.

Now, as everyone knows, Glaos are typically very foul tempered. They're snarky, sarcastic, ill-mannered, and just overall unfriendly. It takes a very patient person to deal kindly with a Glao. As'bak's patience had long been worn down to a thread, and all it took was a Glao in a bad mood to make him snap. He got into a physical altercation with a Glao "diplomat," and was dishonored. As'bak, his wife, and Miranna were forced to shave their heads to signify their shame, and due to being shunned by most of their friends and family, they left Ithlo territory in order to move somewhere with a more... forgiving culture.

But they never reached their destination. On the outskirts of Naka territory, their transport vessel was attacked by pirates, and they crash landed onto a nearby planet. Miranna's parents did not survive. Miranna herself was on the brink of death. She had internal injuries, as well as extensive burns on her limbs from where she'd curled up in a ball to protect herself from an explosion. One of her limbs was severed, and the others were completely useless. She very nearly bled to death.

The pirates that raided her ship found her broken body, and decided that she might be of some use as a laborer on their ship, so they took her to a "doctor," who replaced everything that was damaged with cybernetic implants. Miranna received new eyes, legs, arms, a kidney, part of her torso, and skin grafts, all cybernetic implants. When she woke up, Miranna was no longer an Ithlo. She was a cyborg. A servant. An abomination. Had she still possessed tear ducts, the girl would have sobbed her new eyes out.

Still, the pirates hadn't intended to kill her family, and while they weren't exactly broken up over having free reign to all the loot, they cut Miranna a deal. If she stayed with them until she worked off the money they spent fixing her, and a little extra to make it worth their while, they would feed her, clothe her, give her shelter, and treat her as part of the crew. Then when she worked off her debt, she could leave. It was either that or just stay a servant and be treated worse with no hope of escape. Either way, she was staying there for a while, so she chose the lesser of two evils.

And so that's how she lived. From the age of thirteen all the way down to twenty-seven, Miranna spent fourteen years working off her debt. In order to avoid all of the drama that came from being part of a (missing) dishonored Ithlo household, Miranna changed her name to Persephone. The humans had just started moving in, and they had wonderful tales of their ancient mythologies and religions, and Miranna was fascinated by it all. She took the name Persephone Arrosá when she was fifteen, and never went back. The Ithlo didn't want her, so there wasn't much point in clinging to an identity with no worth.

When Persephone was twenty-eight she saved up enough money to get a small fighter. With that little rickety ship, she traveled the galaxy in search of her next job, blowing around like a leaf on the wind. As long as her ship had gas and her bank account had money in it, she was footloose and fancy free. After several years, she carved out a little bit of a reputation as a reliable pilot and bodyguard, as well as the occasional escort for bigger freighters with precious cargo. Persephone was free. But freedom without purpose wasn't as satisfying as she thought it would be, so when she heard the Veritas was in trouble, she instantly jumped at the chance to join the human fight for freedom (and hopefully make a little bit of coin).

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Character Quote: "For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward. For there you have been, and there you will long to return."
Theme Song: King-Lauren Aquilna
Criminal Record: Flying while intoxicated. Theft. Piracy(convicted; served a 2-year prison sentence). In possession of illegal cybernetic enhancements.
Anything Else: N/A

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Name: Cyrus-3
Aliases: Cyrus
Age: After having been brought to a reputable antiques appraiser, he was estimated to be approximately 174 years old – a later model, and not worth as much, but still in excellent condition, and worth the price to a collector.
Species: Android
Birth Planet: Earth
Allegiance: None, currently. However, Any appraiser could tell you that a Cyrus model would have immediately been drafted for military use.
Gender: Male
Occupation: Historians have records of old androids being built for various purposes. There were many different types of androids, each built with a specific purpose in mind. Androids were not mass-produced, so there were very few models of the same series. However, the Cyrus series androids had evidently been built with tactical combat in mind.

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Height: The Cyrus series were built to stand exactly 6 feet tall.
Weight: 330 pounds of advanced alloys and circuitry. How these androids became sentient? A mystery to us now.
Build: The Cyrus series were built to have a relatively average, lean appearance.
Eyes: Cyrus-3's eyes glow a deep blue.
Hair: None.
Skin Tone: Cyrus' outer plates have a clean, matte-black finish on them, save for a purple stripe down the center of his face.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:He seems to be a little worn, the finish on his plates scuffed in some areas, a few minor scratches – to a collector, he is in surprisingly good condition.
Personal Style: Despite being built for stealth, Cyrus appears to be attracted to a pair of bright green pants he always seems to wear.

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curious * social * motivated * determined * confused

Relationship Status: Single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea?
“The Veri-wha-huh?”
How well do you deal with a high stress situation?
“Uhhhh... I run away screaming. Oh, and then I whip out my handgun and start shooting heads. Pow, pow, pow! Wait... where's my gun? Where's my gun!?”
What do you think about the government?
Aaaare we talking about—no. Orrr...? Because, you know, I honestly have no idea what's going on at this point. I mean I shouldn't even be alive, according to you.”
What do you think about people not of your species?
“Species? You're calling me my own species? Oh, I think I'm tearing up...”
How do you feel about less than legal operations?
“Wait, before I answer that, just a quick question—are we the good guys, or the bad guys?”
How would your acquaintances describe you?
“Annoying. But they're all dead now so their opinions don't matter any more!”
How would your mother describe you?
“Wait... I have a mother? They never told me that!”
How would you describe yourself?
“Dashing, not as daring, unless I have a good spot of cover!”

Habits:

• Brushing/picking dirt off his clothes

Hobbies:

• Playing with--and ultimately breaking--electronic devices both large and small
• Driving vehicles he probably shouldn't

Fears:

• Losing a limb--because he doesn't know how to put it back on if he does

Likes:

• Making conversation. Friends are a good thing to have!
• Hanging out.
• Animals.
• Being helpful/useful.

Dislikes:

• Being shot at pisses him off. What if his paint gets scratched?
• His things missing.
• Being alone. He gets bored with no one to talk to!

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General Skills:

• Handguns
• Hunting/compound bows
• Rocket launchers
• Hand-to-hand
• Short melee weapons
• scaling/climbing

Specialty Skills:

• Stealthy movement
• Handgun sharpshooting

Inventory:

• Armored vest
• Knife belt
• Cowl
• Lime pants
• Tactical knife
• Hand Cannon

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Reason for joining crew: Was initially being sold by the Glao to a collector.
History: "Uh, you know... I... Can't really remember all that much. But, if I've been dead for as long as, well, as long as you've said I have, it probably stands to reason that some bits of me are..." he makes a sound of clearing his throat, "missing."
"I do remember a lot of water. Dry winds. It was on Earth, that I remember. Lots of fighting. You know, I really hate being shot - sorry, off-topic. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I was in the Navy. For the longest time, I couldn't get a nice coat of paint because they told me the sea air would strip it right off. It's expensive to get a coat of paint, did you know? I'm surprised I could afford it after all..."
Trailing off, he looks at the matte paint on his functional arm.
"You know... this must have been pretty recent. Maybe the - Glao, did you call them? - maybe they repainted me? I should thank them, I like this!"

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Character Quote: "You gotta fight for yourself before you can fight for others."
Theme Song: Gimme Shelter
Spark
Criminal Record: If he committed any crimes before, the records would have long been lost.
Anything Else:

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Name: Anya Alexi
Aliases: In person -Caleo
Online -Faer’re.
Often proceeded by some variation of niteo or candeo, leading to the night or candy faere.
Age: 21
Species: Human
Birth Planet: Lal
Allegiance: To herself
Gender: Female
Occupation: Acquisitions

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Height: 5’5
Build: Exercises regularly but enjoys comfort food.
Eyes: An unusual reddish brown with a hint of crimson.
Hair: A bit beyond shoulder length, often accessorised with extensions or add-ins. Changing colours weekly wasn’t often enough so currently it is a chromaflare of blue and pink. Changing between the two and a mash of inbetween depending on the angle and light source at the time.
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tripple fading hexagons beneath her left eye.
Personal Style: Anya overcompensates for what she sees as her flaws, a meek introverted personality and insecurities with a loud stand-out style. She wears heavy tech punk accessories and weaves of bright neon colours or lights through her outfits. She often bares a bit more skin than necessary.

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Curious * Quiet * Cautious * Caring * Creative * Calm

Relationship Status: Painfully single
interview:

How did you hear about the Veritas Lux Mea? *...silent pause...*
*...squirms around uncomfortably...*
I uh, I kinda accessed your systems at port a few cycles ago. Just a small routine screening for some local non-officials that wanted a heads up on what and who was coming into ‘their’ docks. Don’t worry, I didn’t give them much. Nothing more than they paid for anyway. Oh, it’s ok. For wannabe gangsters they were pretty cheap. And once I was aware of your name, well I started noticing it everywhere, or at least your MO. I was surprised I didn’t notice it before. I mean, information. That’s sorta my game.... sorry. What was the question?

How well do you deal with a high stress situation? Hmmm. Dunno. Guess I might get a bit agitated or mutter on a for a bit.

What do you think about the government? In what way? The self serving system or the corrupt crippling structure of it all? A particular pawn placed in power or do you want my view on the mini corporations galavanting as politicians?
Honestly I try not to give them much thought, or money, or information for that matter. They take enough as it is.
But I do know there’s a lot of juicy info floating around out there in the deep and that they go a loooong ass way to keep it from the people they are suppose to serve. Oh and the like to really punish those that try to get at it. It’s almost like they’re hiding something.
This one time... oh wait. Never mind.

What do you think about people not of your species? What do you mean what do I think about them? Hmm, well they’re not of my species. Depends, are they hot, do they have a job for me?

How do you feel about less than legal operations? hmm. Legality has so many technicalities it’s kinda an interpretation. Legal isn’t always right. Plus, laws change everyday. What’s illegal today might be totally legal tomorrow!

How would your acquaintances describe you? Weird! But that’s mostly coz they don’t understand humans very well yet. I don’t have many acquaintances though. Wait, that’s not a problem is it? I mean I can be a people person if I have to be. I just like my personal space sometimes and a drama free zone of no bullshit.

How would your mother describe you? *...smiles at the thought...* Something like Quaerere, niteo, candeo. What’s with rebels and Latin by the way? You guys would of loved her.

How would you describe yourself? *shrugs* I’m a person. I guess I prefer computers over people. Got nothing against people though. I mostly keep to myself. Can be a bit shy until I come out of my shell. Otherwise I’m pretty chill. Consider myself funny. Uuuh, easy going.
Is that good enough?

What do you know about us? *chuckles* Ah, where to start... Hmm let me just say you’re good people and this should be fun. And let’s hope the ol law enforcement never connects all the same dots as I have. *wide, proud, mischievous grin*


Why do you want this job? *shrugs* beats the petty stuff I’ve been doing up until now. I wanna be a part of your story. Plus it’s the sorta thing that would make my ma proud.

Why should I hire you? Because if you don’t someone else will, I like you guys. I wanna be on your side.

Habits:

• Hiding behind her hands, either biting her nails or twirling her hair.
• Stealing things
• Mumbling incoherently
• Not sleeping
• Swearing at objects

Hobbies:

• Dancing
• Yoga
• Swimming

Fears:

• Emotional attachment/dependency.
• Non-atmospheric exposure
• Needles
• Public speaking

Likes:

• Technology
• Yoga
• Oceans
• Piloting
• Energy drinks
• Reptiles
• Neon fashion

Dislikes:

• Secrets
• Dogs
• Elitists
• The emptiness of space
• Too much attention
• Nosey people

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General Skills:

• Mathmatics
• Programing
• Computer games
• Sarcasm
• Swimming
• Dancing
• Navigating

Specialty Skills:

• Hacking
• Electronics/Repairs
• Piloting
• Subterfuge
• Sleight of hand

Inventory:

• Clothing - Lots, or little depending how you look at it.
• Magnagrap Claw Grapple
  For when things are out of reach.
  ’Memo broach note to self; do not use on open container drinks, no really! “this time” won’t be any different.’
• Spider" MicroWaldo Bracer
  Multi-tool - hacking + B&E
  Farinata' Tech Tool Kit
  Pembroke' Techscanner
  
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• Nu Tek Memo-Broach.
  Voice stress analyzer
  Data recorder and storage
  Important AI software
  Personal organiser and note taker
• Optical enhancement and interface Contact lenses.
  Linked to:
  Voice stress analyzer
  Tech scanner
  Auto mapper
• C.R.A.S.(H)
  Chameleon Recon and Surveillance ‘Hacked.’
  CRASH is a hacked military grade chameleon surveillance drone with personal upgrades, adjustments and a basic modified AI system.
  The most complicated and expensive pet lizard ever.
  
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  Features:
  Compact holo generator
  Surveillance gear
  2x flying insect ‘bug’ drones
  Auto mapper
  Anti-detection skin.
  

  _{Camouflage, heat displacing, sonar resistant.}

  
  Basic modified AI system
  Quick light weight sturdy frame capable of jumping, Climbing and gliding.
  Single dose Poison delivery system. (Empty)
  

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Reason for joining crew: Anya has helped a lot of people over her years. The right people, the wrong people, but mostly just herself. Having always loved and cherished her mother despite their hardships and separation, the recent learning of her passing has left Anya wanting to do something that would have made her proud.
History: Anya never knew her dad, and moments with her mum were sparse and often too short. While she adored her daughter greatly and gave her every bit of love she had available, Anya didn’t see it that way or understand it at the time. Her mother was a good woman in the truest sense of the word. She fought for everything that she believed was right and took that fight to all levels. From the great halls of governments to the shady bunks of protesters. She was a prim and proper woman when the occasion called for it but also was never afraid to get her hands dirty if required.
She was fierce and focused fighting for a cause, she was fighting for her daughter.

She never shared many details of her activities with Anya, instead trying to shield her from the burden and pressure that come with such awareness. Even as Anya grew up spending nearly as much time on spacecrafts as off, hoping from one planet to another every couple of years with many trips in between. She never really understood why.
Despite all the hassles of never settling down, there was one thing Anya liked about every new trip. It was time spent with her mother.

Anya was home schooled through technological teaching and second hand knowledge of the varying different crew members who passed through her life at that time. Not having many friends her own age didn’t really help her social skills but did teach her a few ‘useful’ life skills.

As she got older she spent more time alone unsupervised. Her mother would go off for weeks sometimes even months before returning and attempting to crush all that lost time into a few mere weeks before disappearing again.
It was near the end of an especially long absence, one that was preceded by a heavy emotional argument, that Anya got the devastating news.
Her mother’s Ship was attacked. Space pirates, looting and raiding.
Anya refused to believe this for weeks. Months passed and she still just waited for her mother to come home with some crazy survival story. But it never happened.
Years passed with no closure.

Eventually, Anya had to move on.

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Character Quote: Nothing is ever assured beyond this moment. You can’t even be certain there will be another. So appreciate them all, don’t wait, act now.
Theme Song: The end of heartache. Killswitch Engage
Criminal Record:
Record clean.
It shouldn’t be, but it is.
Anything Else: