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Trade Station Alpha

here's my CS:

Amanda

Name: Amanda Holden
Age: 33
Species: Human

Personality: When it comes to business, Amanda will get what she wants, and she will do anything to get it. Literally anything. She doesn’t let anything get between her and payday, and that’s exactly how she likes her business. Any emotional baggage is set aside for later.

However, when the business is wrapped up, Amanda really loosens up. She becomes a much more pleasant and enjoyable person, and is incredibly sociable. Some would say she’s too sociable.

Skills overview: Amanda has decent combat training, though she excels at business management and in social situations.

Position on crew: Amanda’s primary role is in the day-to-day and long term management of the ship’s business operations, though she is also useful (and commonly utilized) in a soldier role.

Years on crew: 4

Bio: Born into an upper class family in England, Amanda’s early life was defined by a luxurious, easy life complemented by a family that didn’t quite want her. During her teenage years, she turned to drugs and began running with a group of people that weren’t the best influences on her emotional development. Her drug habit built up and Amanda began to amass a debt to her suppliers. By the time she was 18, it became clear to her creditors that she couldn’t pay off her debts. They murdered her family, leaving her with absolutely nothing, and threatened to put her to work running drugs across Europe in order to pay off her debt.

In order to escape, Amanda joined the military and found herself sent to space. She served for two years, amassing basic military knowledge, though she did not understand or appreciate the rigidity of the military life. She eventually abandoned her post and roamed space, taking up odd jobs in order to sustain her nomadic lifestyle. She moved from ship to ship, simply enjoying the freedom she found in space, where she truly felt that she came into her own.

At twenty-seven, Amanda found Trade Station Alpha. There, she signed up with a small smuggling ship, where her talents in business management were recognized; with Amanda at the helm of their business operations, the smuggling ship began to excel and profits rose at an unimaginable rate. After two more years with the smugging ship, Amanda moved on, looking for something new to refresh her life. She met Julius, and has stuck with him ever since.

Trade Station Alpha

so when I finish my CS, should I put it here or straight on the OOC if it's up?

Trade Station Alpha

Tawkua said
Only if you can tell me.. What exactly is the function of a rubber duck.

Arthur Weasley may never know...

Trade Station Alpha

is there room for one more? I've been reading everything that's been posted and I'm really interested in this!

Mass Effect: Mercenaries

BlackSam3091 said
Alexa bitched and bled.

accurate summary of Alexa's entire life, tbh

The Elder Scrolls V: Cycle of War

(this is more or less the same CS I submitted for the original ES RP, with only minor changes to the end of the background. I didn't proofread or fact check very much, so please let me know if something doesn't sit right!)

Alareine

Name: Alareine Arysden
Gender: Female
Race: Bosmer
Age: 34
Class Type: Ranger
Skills: Archery, One Handed, Light Armor, Alchemy

Equipment: Alareine carries twin Elven daggers and a handcrafted bow, with arrows created with just about any material Alareine can get her hands on. She wears sleeveless leather armor, steel greaves, and leather leggings and boots, with the Legion's insignia painted on her chest, shoulders, and boots. Alareine has tied on a cloth hood for simple protection from nature. Finally, she often carries a number of vials in which she puts and potions or poisons she has created.

Biography: The majority of Alareine’s early life in Valenwood was spent in fear and hiding. Her family, wary of the Dominion’s rule and proclaimed belief in “mer over men,” lived far from the cities, moving from place to place within the jungles of Valenwood. This nomadic lifestyle forced Alareine to learn basic wilderness survival skills; by her teenage years she was an incredibly talented hunter. She had mastered the bow and the art of moving quickly and silently.

However, that life could not last. Her family could only remain in hiding for so long; they were ultimately found by Thalmor Justicars when Alareine was 17. Alareine’s parents were arrested on the charge of being Imperial spies, although there was no evidence to support the claim. Alareine was forced to watch as her parents were executed on the spot. She was taken to the Summerset Isles and put into service of the Thalmor. For the next five years, she found herself working in the Imperial City as a servant to the Thalmor ambassador to the Empire.

Her escape was completely spur of the moment. Having worked her way into a trustworthy light with her Thalmor overlords, she had been given a moment alone within the Thalmor embassy. She snuck her way out of the embassy, being forced to kill two Thalmor soldiers on her way out, stealing their weapons. They were her first two kills, and haunted her for months following her escape. She fled to Hammerfell with the help of an underground railroad of sorts in Cyrodiil, seeking shelter from the Thalmor.

She spent two years in Hammerfell before she moved to Skyrim. Comforted by the relatively lesser Thalmor presence but motivated to do something greater with her life, Alareine joined the Imperial Legion in its struggle against the rebellion. She found herself inspired by the Imperials’ nationalism and rallying sense of unity. In between fighting the Stormcloaks, Alareine does what she can to quietly sabotage the growing Thalmor influence in Skyrim in any way she can. Although she often gets away with her actions, she has been caught in a number of instances by her superiors. No serious action has been taken against her, but Alareine has faced minor reprimands for her dirty work.

Personality: Alareine is incredibly compassionate. She is constantly looking for some kind of companionship to fill the void left by the loss of her family. Most of her life has been spent in some form of isolation; as such, Alareine lacks noticeably in social skills and conventions. However, while Alareine is awkward and uncomfortable socially, she shows a great affection and empathy with those close to her. Due to her social inability, Alareine is a firm believer that actions speak louder than words.

However, behind all her compassion is her hatred of the Thalmor. Fighting the Thalmor will almost always take precedence for Alareine, as nothing else motivates her more than avenging her family. Often, her hatred of the Thalmor blinds her rational thinking and causes her to be reckless and overly aggressive, and it typically gets in the way of her job in the Legion.

The Depths of Deception

Balmung1100 said
Bit and Coin should team up...Bitcoin

between Bit's knack for explosives and Coin's for guns, they'll be an unstoppable force of firepower amd destruction!

The Depths of Deception

Coin awoke sluggishly, the incessant beeping from her desk pounding in her ears. She took a moment to reorient; how long had she been asleep? A quick check of the clock on her desk told her twenty minutes. Damn. Coin didn’t sleep often, but when she did, she was probably in her lab. Coin fondly remembered the time the crew had auctioned off her bunk since she used it so little. It was a good joke looking back, but it wasn’t so funny when Coin dropped into her bed after four sleepless days only to land right on top of the mess sergeant.

Oh, right. The beeping. Coin leaned towards her desk, checking the display of her computer. It was… a summons? Captain Tyson wanted her on the bridge ten minutes ago. Shit. Coin did not need to get chewed out yet again for being late to something because she was sleeping. She hopped up, her swivel chair rolling off and crashing into a pile of scrap. Coin disregarded the mess; she had better things to worry about. She took a moment to fix her hair and her lab coat before heading out of her lab.

As Coin stepped out into the corridor, she heard more beeping coming from her waist. Coin spun around several times before realizing the beeping was coming from her communicator. “Get yourself together, woman,” Coin muttered, fitting an earpiece and responding to the call. “This is Ricard.”

“Coin, it’s Jacob. Where are you? Captain’s been calling for you. He searched me out to get to you,” Jacob spoke hurriedly into Coin’s ear.

“I’m on my way. If he asks, I was working on that targeting computer.”

“You and I both know that’s bullshit, Doctor. Get your ass up to the bridge now,” a deep, monotone voice replied in place of Jacob’s. Shit. The captain was on the call too. Jacob could’ve at least given her a heads up.

“Yes, sir, on my way, sir,” Coin responded, closing the call. If she was going to get chewed out, it was not going to be over a goddamn phone call.

--

Coin stepped out of the lift onto the bridge, saluting Captain Tyson as soon as she approached. “Sir. Sorry I’m late, sir.”

Tyson was silent. He folded his arms, a look of slight confusion on his face. Coin’s mind raced. If she wasn’t being yelled at by now, then this was serious. What could be more serious than the captain finding yet another reason to yell at her for something?

“At ease, Natalia. I’m… not quite sure what to make of this.” Tyson stopped talking, holding Coin in silence. Natalia? Coin was definitely not on a first name basis with the captain.

Intrigued, Coin couldn’t help but raise a finger. “Um, what to make of what, sir?” She stepped forward slightly, trying to get a read on the captain.

To Coin’s surprise, Tyson chuckled in response. “You can finally stop calling me that, Natalia. I’m not your commanding officer, any more.”

Coin stepped back, bringing her hands to her chest and twiddling her thumbs. The captain’s ambiguity was unnerving; he was typically very to the point. At least she didn’t have to call him ‘sir.’ He was a good man, but Coin hated Tyson as her captain. “What do you mean? Am I getting reassigned to a different ship?”“Yes and no. You’re reassigned, but this isn’t like any reassignment I’ve ever seen. This comes straight from the top. Someone in the upper brass made it my responsibility to get you to Pax. No details included in the order, except that you’re going to be part of a cross-species team.” The captain smirked. “Looks like they finally decided it’s time that your decade of schooling paid off.”

Coin stepped back, shocked. Did she hear that correctly? A cross-species team? Pax? If she was being sent to Pax, that could only mean that she was getting reassigned to some team under the Assembly’s jurisdiction. Damn, hopefully she wasn’t going to have to play any politics. She raised a finger again, “How long do I have to pack my things?”

“Your intern has already taken care of your private belongings, and any delicate equipment in your lab will most likely be sent back to a research lab somewhere. Report to the hangar bay and I’ll get you on a shuttle to Pax,” the captain replied, simply walking away from Coin, signaling the end of their conversation. Some things never change.

Coin stepped back into the lift, wrapping her head around her reassignment. A cross-species team based on Pax meant that this was probably the biggest assignment she’d ever be given. She knew this was definitely not something to screw up, but what exactly was she trying to not screw up? What was this team’s purpose? A number of possibilities ran through Coin’s head, but she resolved to wait until she learned more about the team.

Mass Effect: Mercenaries

Alexa frowned. There was a lot of shit that she didn't want anything to do with, but she didn't exactly have a choice at this point. Her reputation might call upon rash behavior, but Alexa had gone too far this time, and everybody in the team knew it. As she was passed around from Kali to Raze, she replayed the mission's events in her head. The whole thing had fallen to pieces as soon as it started; with a lack of clear direction and no solid objective, there was just about no hope for success. Then Yarsin's head exploded and Alexa took a bullet in her shoulder. After that, her memory became a blur. She had simply lost control over her emotions. Without Aria as her stabilizing figure, Alexa had nothing to reign in her anger. She shuddered. She hated analyzing herself, but caught herself doing it more often than she wanted. Self analysis was rough, and it complicated things. Alexa didn't like complicated things. In any case, she had pushed herself much farther than was necessary or than she ever had before, and it was clear that something needed to change in Alexa's mindset if she was going to survive without clear supervision.

Alexa's mind returned to the present. Kali's clear concern for her was both comforting and unnerving. She had never had anyone that actually cared for her wellbeing; if anything, Alexa was much more accustomed to Raze's abrasiveness or Kerr'Shal's nonchalance. Once again, Alexa shelved the thought. Something to think about later on, but there were more pressing matters. As always.

When everyone had finished speaking, Alexa nodded Michael's way. "Hey, asshole. If you're gonna take charge, you're gonna have to do better than 'sit on the balcony and wait.' I'm no leader, but you had four capable people each with their own strengths jerking off in the corner up there. The first thing the Eclipse taught me was to play to your strengths, and Aria hammered that lesson in even more. Why do you think I'm such a bitch? Because that's what works for me." Alexa took a deep, staggered breath. Despite the team's best efforts to fix her wounds, Alexa found herself short of breath. She continued, "Kali and I are biotic powerhouses. Raze is a krogan, which speaks for itself. Arlius is quiet and unsuspecting, but if she can put together a gun like what she's packing right now, she's got to be pretty damn smart, especially if she got placed with us. Kerr'Shal has got to be more useful than finding ignition rods and flying around in our dead contact's car." Alexa speech was slow and slurred, but the harshness in her voice was still there.

"I'm not listening to your orders, especially if they're gonna keep being as bad as today's. Yeah, I fucked up, and I was stupid, but if we'd had the team covering entry points, Yarsin might still be alive and I might not have a gaping hole in my shoulder." Alexa's head swirled. It wasn't nearly as bad as before, but it still sucked. "At this point, I don't give a shit who ends up leading this team, as long as they can do better than this mess we're in.

"Now can we go to a hospital? As much as I like standing around and chatting, I'd still like to get fixed up."

Mass Effect: Mercenaries

I'll be posting soon! I got a new laptop today so I'm kind of out of action until everything transfers over properly (I'm posting from my phone, right now).