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[center][i]"Now grab onto the table. On three... Oh quit being such a crybaby!"[/i][/center]
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[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKtsdZs9LJo[/youtube]
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[color=darkorange][sub]N A M E : [/sub][/color] [sub]Enid Prichard[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]G E N D E R : [/sub][/color] [sub]Female[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]A G E : [/sub][/color] [sub]44[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]O C C U P A T I O N  : [/sub][/color] [sub]Medic / Doctor[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]A P P E A R A N C E : [/sub][/color] [sub]Doc's a woman who looks like she's logged many miles all over the "ass end of the Verse" as she would put it. Because of it, her face is somewhat weathered and gives an appearance older than her years. Her hooded brow shaded dark brown eyes seemingly set in a permanent squint with crows feet fanning out from the corners. You can often find a cigarillo dangling tucked into the corner of her mouth. Her frame was wiry and in excellent physical condition like a person who never shied away from hard work. In all, she bore the look of too many summers working in the bush far away from Core World niceties like sun screen. She's a short statured woman of about 5'2" with close cut dark brown hair to keep it out of the way. Her hands are marked with callous scars from being repeatedly cut off and reforming.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]H O M E  P L A N E T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Lilac[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]S K I L L  S E T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Doc is a combat medic and field surgeon from years of triage work from combat zones to pandemics. In that time, she also picked up some skill with both pistol and rifle, of which she's fairly competent though she's not one to advertise. She's also well versed in handling finances, having had to manage shoestring budgets of charity frontline hospitals. It’s made her a shrewd and frugal haggler.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]E Q U I P M E N T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Doc normally keeps her full trauma bag in sick bay and her rifle in her bunk. But what you’ll usually find on her for day-to-day is a small emergency kit strapped to her hip and a concealed small caliber snub nose semi-automatic hidden in a holster in the small of her back.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y : [/sub][/color][sub]Doc is a woman with a fierce sarcastic streak and lousy bedside manner. It’s not that she’s uncaring, but she’s seen some pretty horrible things that humanity is capable of, so she has little patience for what she’d call “crybabies”. She also uses that sarcasm as a defense mechanism to break the tension of uncomfortable situations. However, when it’s called for, she is more than capable of being serious and frank. Even though she was raised in a family of moderate means, years in the bush has most certainly sandblasted off much of the genteel veneer of polite society.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]B I O : [/sub][/color] [sub]Enid 'Doc' Pritchard was born on Lilac to an upper middle class family of professionals (her mother was an chemist and her father an accountant). Being the 2nd of four children, the pressure was off of her to "carry on the family name" (that honor would go to her older brother Rhys). Education was always prioritized in the Pritchard home, marriage not so much, so Enid was fortunate enough to grow up without the constant nagging of when she'd "find a good husband" like many of her friends were. Living as close to Reaver territory as Lilac was, news reports on attacks were a relatively common occurrence. Reports about skirmishes between Alliance forces and pockets of Browncoat resistance even well after the Unification War had ended were also not uncommon. These cemented in Enid a desire to do something worthwhile, to help people in need, that led her to attending medical school and specializing as a field surgeon. After graduating, she was quickly hired on with a charity organization that sends doctors to places of greatest need. Over the subsequent years, she worked with similar organizations that pop up and just as quickly fold and even self funded a few independent "unauthorized" trips to offer her skills in Black Zones, areas deemed unsafe for civilian travel due to insurrection or violent gang activity that greatly increased the chances of being kidnapped and ransomed or killed. It was in those places where she saw the darkest side of humanity but it was also in those places where she best learned how to handle herself. As a result, it's given her a gruff, dry witted demeanor and a gallows sense of humor. It's not unusual for her to have several saved messages from her family wondering when she's going to come back home after "saving the Verse" and in all honesty, she hasn't decided yet.
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[row][cell]Jago Deckkard[/cell][cell]”As bosses go, I’ve had worse. Man knows the value of a cred, so respect.”[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Tim Casey[/cell][cell]”I can’t deal with boys prettier than me.”[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Enid Prichard[/cell][cell]”You kidding? I love me!”[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Vas Jat[/cell][cell]”You play with sharp things, you’re gonna need a tetanus shot. Quit being such a crybaby about it!”[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Serena Jat[/cell][cell]”Cute kid. Her nonsense makes the vein on the side of Jat’s neck bulge, which is hilarious.”[/cell][/row]
[row][cell]Kinneas Reed[/cell][cell]”See Tim. Why does Cap keep hiring underwear models?”[/cell][/row]
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[center][i]"I'm the reason why they put up those warning signs at Pirate's Cove about sticking your head inside the cannons!" *smiles proudly*[/i][/center]
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[color=darkorange][sub]N A M E : [/sub][/color] [sub]Isaac Skye[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]G E N D E R : [/sub][/color] [sub]Male[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]A G E : [/sub][/color] [sub]18[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]O C C U P A T I O N  : [/sub][/color] [sub]Lockpicking, Safecracker and Busker[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]A P P E A R A N C E : [/sub][/color] [sub]The adopted youngest of the Skye trio, Isaac looks nothing like his siblings, having instead dark eyes and the mocha skin of Southeast Asian descent. His naturally black hair is often dyed a sandy blonde that he does his best to keep maintained so as not to let his roots grow out too much. Fortunately, his sister's obsession with chasing the latest bright hair colors means he's rarely short of the necessary supplies to maintain his 'look'. He's a small framed young man, standing at 5'6" and a wiry 150lbs, juuust taller than Cyd...unless she's wearing those gāisī heels. He has a large tattoo on his back of Sun Wukong as well as a Jack of Clubs and a Jack of Diamonds on each of his forearms near the wrists and a dharma wheel on his ribs on the left side. His t-shirts usually sport graphics or a musical act that he's obsessed with this week and his longboard is peppered with layers of similar decals.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]H O M E  P L A N E T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Beaumont, Saint Lo[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]S K I L L  S E T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Isaac is a competent skateboarder and an aspiring drummer - he’s busked using buckets when strapped for creds. He speaks English fluently and Chinese reasonably well. He doesn't like to fight, so he doesn't carry any kind of weapons, but he supposes he could probably defend himself with something nearby if he absolutely had to.  He rides a longboard.

Isaac is an autodidact with an echoic memory, having taught himself to be fluent not only in Chinese, but Lowspeak, Kimjin, Russian, and tap code just by listening to and observing others. The Silk Lady exploited this natural talent and had Isaac taught how to pick locks and crack safes. Isaac avoids fighting when possible, he can usually talk his way out of most situations, but like all street kids - he wasn’t immune to dustups and parking lot fisticuffs.  When casing a target and gathering Intel, he can communicate that information to Cyd and Mathias visually through tap code disguised as drumming on his legs with his hands while pretending to listen to music in his headphones. Like his siblings, he also is an avid Traceur.

The Skye’s have a standard (Non-regional) accent, their natural dialect and affectation is reminiscent of a south african accent.
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[color=darkorange][sub]E Q U I P M E N T : [/sub][/color] [sub]Isaac can always be found with either his trusty skateboard or a pair of drumsticks. He often travels light and while he owns a set of lockpicks, he tries not to have them on him unless the job absolutely calls for it, preferring to use a practiced ear and touch. It’s also better to not have anything incriminating on him in the event he ever gets pinched.[/sub]

[color=darkorange][sub]P E R S O N A L I T Y : [/sub][/color][sub]Isaac is a sweet, gregarious and fun loving kid. Were he educated in a traditional learning environment, the words "bright but unmotivated" would be all too common words on notes sent home from his teachers. One thing Isaac did learn from his parents is that life is short and unpredictable, so have a good time while you can. While he thinks his sibs are kinda nerdy (Mathias) and weird (Cyd), he really does love them (just don't let them know that...gross!).

Isaac is, in actuality, an extremely curious and intelligent young man. His small stature led him to be overlooked and underestimated when he was a child, something he at first resented about himself. Later, he practiced being the "cool slacker" by watching other kids and then honed that persona until it became convincing. Isaac absolutely idolizes his brother and sister and was thrilled when they agreed to his idea of getting the Jacks tattoos. He chose his forearms because he always wants to see them.
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[color=darkorange][sub]B I O : [/sub][/color] [sub]A thief is not the one who steals, A thief is the one who’s caught.

Twins Cyd and Mathias were born in the back of a brothel in the slums of Saint-Lo on Beaumonde. Fact is they were lucky not to be tossed in the trash with uncut umbilical cords. Not long after Isaac came along and he was readily and quickly accepted in their little circle. Life was hard and the trio lived on the fringe, that is until the Silk Lady. 

When war broke out Saint-Lo became a hot spot. As if their lives weren't dangerous enough they found no sympathy with the warring browncoats or alliance. Constant shootouts, regular bombings made it a hellscape for the trio. They were ‘saved’ by the Silk Lady. She sheltered them and many other children far from the war and with her aid they were fed, healed, educated and trained.

The Silk Lady had her own agenda. A notorious thief lord, many children - including the Skye’s - spent their lives under her tutelage and were often harshly punished. Spare the rod, spoil the child. (Kneeling on broomsticks, holding heavy books in outstretched arms, your typical 1800’s fare.) They were taught English and Kimjin, Tap code they learned among themselves. They speak a dialect similar to South African. From petty crime they advanced, each developing their own set of skills, anything to please the Silk Lady and stay on her good side. 

The last job they ran kicked over a hornet’s nest and brought more heat than expected. The owner of that nest now calls the shots. The Skyes took to the skies where they pass themselves off as backpacking nomads. They work odd jobs. They busk. They get by. Don't worry about your stuff going missing, you don't steal from anyone who could space you. Plus you're on a Firefly. Your stuff is probably kak.

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