Marcus XVI

Into the Maw: Space Command

So, uh is my character accepted?

Into the Maw: Space Command

Name: Maximilien Siegfried "Wolf" Calter
Age: 28
Rank: Captain
Race: Human
Skills:

Above average pilot,
Expert space combat tactician,
Very charismatic,
Can lie with a perfectly straight face.

Away Mission Equipment: If it is absolutely necessary to take part on an away mission Calter always wears a powered armor for maximizing his own survival chances (think a combination of the Marine armor from Star Craft with some parts taken from the Enclave Power Armor of Fallout II).

He carries with him what is technically a mix of a portable rail gun and a sniper rifle - what it loses in it's firing speed it makes up greatly with it's stopping power. The gun has an effective range of nearly four miles, but reloading the weapon and preparing for another shot can take up to a minute at a time.

Appearance: Max Calter stands just above 6 feet. He has quite wide shoulders and surprisingly muscular arms. He's quite handsome - and possesses a bit effeminate facial features, his eyes are dark green. A small scar runs from the left side of his mouth down to his chin. Calter keeps his hair mostly cut short, but he has few longer locks of hair that usually cover his left eye.

Quick-Bio: Maximilien Calter had always been a sharp kid - despite his size he had always preferred to get back at anyone foolish enough to bully him with his wits rather than fists. Be it from his days at school, or the military academies Calter has been a bit of a renegade. Despite his loyalty and rather good service record the man has been demoted back to captain twice due to his rather unorthodox - though effective - tactics.

Ship Designation: ANS Fenris
Ship Registry: NS 777196
Ship Class: Destroyer
Ship Size: 75 meters
Ship Crew: 45
Ship Weapons:
4 x high power frontal laser lances - with the minor setback of simultaneous firing of the lances causing the engines to shut down

2 x relatively small caliber railguns with a 90 degree firing arc situated again at the front of the ship.

1 x heavy caliber railgun for taking down heavier targets - mounted atop of the ship in a manner similar to a tank turret.

Other: The Fenris is much less a ship than a relatively fast moving weapons platform designed for precise, quick and devastating strikes instead of prolonged combat. The Fenris has a very advanced stealth device and full radar jamming capabilities.
Ship Appearance: http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120327184651/astroempires/images/6/6d/Ion_Frigate_perspective.png

Feral

Well... I'm still here OwO

Arcadia

Draken didn't take his eyes off from the STONE, he simply shrugged and paused to think for a fitting answer to Jericho's words. He had to ponder for a good while to tell the truth, but after what felt like an eternity the golem spoke. "...I am not a tool that you can use at your leisure." Though his voice was soft there was a certain kind of edge to it. "...You base your assumption of my impressiveness upon my looks alone - yet neither of us knows if I am in any way 'impressive', now do we?"

The tribe

Kazar had slept very poorly, he had been hunting well past midnight and had returned to the camp with his nightly catch some hours before sunrise. The tall man had began his usual routine of more or less wandering around the town - for a change he didn't carry his weapons with him. He had a feeling that people didn't like him very much - well, that was to be expected, he was an outcast and a wanderer, but still. The tribesmen hadn't been hostile towards him for what felt like an eternity - true, the first time he had shown up there had been some... minor distrust and hostility - the former was still occasionally present, but indeed - no hostility. The tall man smiled ever so faintly as he walked.

Arcadia

Draken followed Sonia with some reluctance, he had participated in the physical examination without a word and had gotten dressed without a word. The golem actually rolled his eyes - in his opinion the woman spoke too much. When she inquired his name Draken simply nodded.

When he was handed the SOUL STONE Draken actually paused, he searched for proper words to say. "...What path? Why should I find a path for myself?" His hand gripped tightly around the small object. "You speak so much and suddenly you just decide to leave?" He shook his head very slightly and fixed his gaze forwards. "...I'll wait for you." Draken mumbled as he stepped through the door, located a corner in the next room, sat down and began examining the SOUL STONE.

Arcadia

The golem twitched, he slowly opened his eyes and warily moved his head. The orange gleam of the eyes faded away as Draken made his first real movement. He grasped a hold of his helmet and pulled off to reveal his face. His fingers moved through his hair and along his face. He knew only what was to be his name, not his purpose. There seemed to be forms - people - in the space, in the room. Draken... It sounded like a harsh name, but a strong one. "...Draken..." The golem whispered with his silent and smooth voice. He moved his hands very cautiously, checking every point of articulation. Draken did not seem to pay much attention to the people who were in the room with him.

Arcadia

Appearance:

Draken's armor is mostly white with gold highlights. When he wears his helmet the eyes gleam with ominous orange color. Under the helmet Draken looks like a bit effeminate, if quite handsome young man with dark brown hair and warm brown eyes.

Name: Draken

Appeared Age: 24

Actual Age: Soon to awaken

Gender: golem

Path: Tech

Weapons:
Immolator: A rather frightening contraption that's attached to Draken's back with four large tubes, it has two barrels that are fashioned to resemble a dragon's maw. The Immolator can shoot out flames up to 30 feet.

Redemption: A longsword with the blade split from the middle. The weapon has a large red gem on it's pommel.

Spells:

Ray of Light: Like it's name suggests the spell consists of a concentrated ray of light that can puncture most surfaces - or with enough applied concentration and energy even cut the caster's enemies in half, the extra concentration however would leave the caster immobile for a dangerously long time.

Career: Guard
Personality: Silent, snarky, doesn't do well with people
Other: Is about to awaken.

The tribe

Appearence: Kazar stands at intimidating 7 feet tall, he has quite thin shoulders, but his arms are very strong from using the bow. His face has quite effeminate features and a large scar runs down from his right temple down to his jaw. His chin is adorned with a quite scraggy beard. His long black hair is kept on a ponytail most of the time.

Kazar prefers simple clothes - brown cloth pants, a wide sleeved shirt and rather worn leather boots. Over his clothes he sometimes wears a leather armor with a few iron plates here and there - it must have cost him a fortune.

Name: Kazar the Wanderer
Age: 32
What do you usually do to help the tribe?: Kazar is a skilled hunter and scout. Though Kazar is seen as an outsider by most he's allowed to help with both hunting and scouting without supervision. Occasionally he's allowed to train the members of the Okina tribe in the use of the spear.

You have weapons?: Recurve bow, spear and a long bladed knife.

More info you want to add?: Kazar is an outcast from another tribe, some say that he was a tribal leader at some point who was deposed and sent to exile. Some call him Kazar the Coward for his use of the bow - not directly to his face however. Judging by the way Kazar uses his weapons and mount he has at least some martial training under his belt.

Okina tribe!

Blue Skies, Warm Winds, Dark Earth.

Ok, I changed to egg 7, I hope it's not taken ^^