[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/189457-the-eye-of-the-needle-where-fantasy-and-sci-fi-collide/ooc][h3]The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)[/h3][/url]


[hider=J'eon of Mythadia]
[h3]Name: J'eon of Mythadia[/h3]
[b]Species: [/b] The Glen

[b]Appearance: [/b] This male Glen puts you in mind of an unstoppable machine. He has narrow olive-green eyes. He has a muscular wide-chested build, and a network of old, dark flogging scars on his upper and middle back. His hide appears creamy yellow or gold, depending on the light. He has hollow cheeks and wide feet, with a long dark scar crossing his cheek below his right eye.
 
His wardrobe is practical, a dark brown leather cuirass peppered with small burns over his upper torso and bronze pips along the shoulders. A medallion of the Mythadia Blacksmith Guild is over his first stomach - an anvil with a six pointed star of a master craftsman over it, flanked by a hammer on the right and a sword on the left. His upper arms bear a studded leather rerebrace, while his lower arms wear a darkened leather vambrace peppered with small burns. Each leg wears leather greaves, with the front pair peppered once again with small burns. A wide leather  belt bears two leather pouches in front, with leather gloves tucked behind them, his favorite hammer on his right, while on his left he carries a long kukri blade, with two smaller blades and a small iron hook for cleaning his hooves.  Each hoof has an iron shoe on it.

While traveling, he wears a leather chamfron with small iron plates & bronze pips over his face, leather paulroons, and has a cart with harness that he can strap himself into. 

Leaves on the left, right, and back sides of the cart can be pulled up and slot into ironwork straps underneath. It carries under canvas a traveling forge (in the back), an anvil, a box with his tools and a leather apron, a locked iron-bound chest (key is on a cord hanging on his neck), a box holding two blankets (one quilted with straps) wrapped in oilcloth and ropes, a tripod with a small cooking pot, barrels holding charcoal, iron blanks, water, and grain. Oarlocks on the right arm of the cart hold a long spear.

[b]Augmentations: [/b] N/A

[b]Magical affiliation: [/b] Heat domain - able to manipulate thermal energy.

[b]Occupation: [/b] Blacksmith

[b]Key skills: [/b] Blacksmith, Engineering, Wilderness survival.

[b]Backstory: [/b] J'eon was born into the Dark Ash clan, a nomadic group that assisted settlements with planting, harvesting, and various services they lacked before heading back to Dark Ash Vale, their wintering grounds. F'eon, J'eon's father, was the backsmith for the clan and its unofficial leader. He spent much of the winter months mining for ores that he would then smelt into the old forge into the refined metal blanks he needed, or into various impliments he could sell. J'eon watched and learned beside his father, marveling at how he called up the flame.

They were raided by bandits, his father ran through by one of his own swords. What happened to J'avra, his mother, he didn't see. He was chained up with the other survivors and eventually sold to a miller in the west, who chained him to one of the poles to turn the millwheel along with the other slaves - simple brute labor. One can still see the shackle gauls on his wrists when he takes his vambraces off. When he got out of line, they'd flog him. In his sixteen summer, the miller's daughters began to pay him close attention with strangely hungry eyes and giggles. When the overseer reported their attentions to the miller, he had the young muscular buck unchained and hauled to the flogging post. It was during that flogging that the Fire came to him.

With the burning of the miller's place, J'eon along with the other Glen made their way back east, eventually finding themselves in Mythadia once more. It wasn't long after that he found himself the oldest apprentice in the blacksmith guild, but he was quickly initiated into the innermost secrets once they realized he could call forth the flame. It was here he learned the riddle of iron and steel.

Once he became a master, he took to the road in a cart he build to hold his traveling forge and his tools. Word of his craft spread beyond the borders of Mythadia, and he found himself traveling out of the kingdom, called forth to build weapons, craft armor and chains, even called to repair waterwheels and windmills. Slave mills, however, tended to go up in flames. Nor was he particularly soft on bandits or slavers.
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[hider=Jack Ryan Mallory]
[b]Name: [/b]Jack Ryan Mallory, Commander (Ret) USSF
[b]Species:[/b] Human (Age: 42)
[b]Appearance: [/b]
This man makes you think of an inhuman statue. He has deep-set gray eyes. His fine, straight, midnight black hair is worn in the military Ivy League style (longer than a crew cut, hair in front can be swept to the side, with a tapered block in back. He is tall and has a masculine build. His skin is deeply-tanned. He has a large mouth. His wardrobe is a bit odd. 

[hider=Wardrobe]His garment bag came on the plane with him, and held a nice tailored black suit (two pants), a dress shirt, three silk ties, a khaki safari jacket with cargo pants, two leather belts, and a nice pair of black dress shoes in their own protective shoe bags. 

However, his checked-in bag did not come on the flight, so he had to scavenge from the local stores for toiletries and other clothing. He's got some novelty underwear, a lot of black socks, handkerchiefs, a couple of plain white t-shirts (which are easy to pick out from the colorful ones), three plain coveralls, a pair of jeans, navy jogging suit with two reflective stripes down the sides, workout shorts, sneakers, and a very garish Norwegian Hawaiian shirt.

His ceremonial sword and gun were shipped to the embassy in a diplomatic pouch, the company made arrangements for him to bring them aboard.[/hider]

Currently wearing a navy blue BioPlas bodysuit under his olive drab flight suit, polished black boots, and a utility belt with a holstered 9mm pistol & magazine pouch holding two magazines on the right, while the left holds an insulated multi-tool in a sheath. His left breast pocket contains his personal comm, with two slots on the left sleeve for a multi-surface pen and a black penlight.

His right breast pocket contains a challenge coin from the Secretary of the Space Force, a comb and two PlastiPatches.

His front right pocket holds an electric Ziplo lighter, while his left has fingernail clippers with file.

[hider=gear]
[hider=BioPlas Body Suit]In the event of pressure loss, the suit will deploy self-sealing hood and gloves to turn it into a light vacuum suit. Internal oxygen supply suitable for four hour operation, can be extended with external connection to oxygen canisters or hose. Interface allows it to be programmed with artwork or to merge with another BioPlas suit. Lives off of body heat / sweat of wearer, requires a battery for storage, usually build into the storage egg container.[/hider]
[hider=IdentCard]Jack Ryan Mallory, USSF (Retired)[/hider]
[hider=Comm][img]https://imagizer.imageshack.com/v2/378x667q90/922/dvNXJD.png[/img] 
Ruggedized short-range personal communications device / pocket computer. Can act as a remote interface for some equipment. [/hider]
[hider=Penlight]Small pen-size device that acts as a flashlight.[/hider]
[hider=Multi-surface Pen]Pen that writes on wood, glass, metal from -150° to 400°, works in Zero G and vaccum. Blue felt tip.[/hider]
[hider=Multi-tool]Standard commercial multi-tool with Jack Mallory engraved on the insulated handles.[/hider]
[hider=PlastiPatches]6x6 inch bandage, good for sealing moderate wounds or patching punchures in the hull or spacesuit.[/hider]
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[b]Augmentations: [/b]
[hider=Health Monitor] This implant monitors the subject's vital signs - temperature, pulse, blood pressure, blood sugar, alcohol level, oxygen saturation, respiration, basic statistics, etc. Pressing on the left inner wrist brings up the eSkin display tattooed there. This is programmed to send wireless reports to a monitoring computer.[/hider]
[hider=Recorder Implant]This implant hooks into the optic and auditory nerves, broadcasting a short range transmission to a monitoring computer of everything they see and hear. All recordings have to be accessed via the computer.[/hider]

[b]Magical affiliation:[/b] None

[b]Occupation:[/b] Executive Officer

[b]Key skills:[/b] Pilot, Navigator, Engineer.

[b]Personality:[/b] Crisp and professional, he has a notorious poker face. He is very tidy, never a hair or a thread out of place. While he vapes, he prefers smoking a pipe, with either a whiskey or cherry tobacco. One would never suspect he had two bottles of 12-year-old single malt whiskey in his locker.

[b]Backstory:[/b]
Attended the Space Academy in Colorado, in the top quarter of his class. Volunteered for the recoding implant.
First tour was aboard the USS Comet, a salvage ship that collected old satellites and lost items from low Earth orbit for orbital processing.

Briefly returned to the Academy as a guest lecturer to talk about his experences in orbital salvage operations, and he got married in a whirlwind romance to Jackie.

Second tour was aboard the USS Fox, supply runs to Mars and the Belt. Commendation for the Ceres Rescue operation. While serving out his rotation as the junior engineer, discovered a few of the recycling gang had put together a still for brewing moonshine. He kicked it apart, tore into them as being some of the few people on board who knew how to distill and yet managed to build their homemade rig wrong.

During his Earth tour, incident with the Flat Earth Church, but his recording of the encountered showed he had restrained himself and it was the Flat Earthers who had struck the first blow. Turned out one of them was a former boyfriend of his wife.

Shipped to the Aries Lunar Base for his lunar tour. Received commendations for his work, but there was another incident where a video surfaced of him escorting a wealthy and flirty female tourist. His wife, sick of the long separations already, filed for divorce.

Heartbreak tour with the Pournelle on a solar patrol of the system. Was not directly involved with the Jupiter mission, worked in an advisory capacity. Left the service after that, only to get hired by the company as X.O. for the Jotunheim. 

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