*Sigh* There was a time when I could write stuff so sarcastic you could literally taste it.The Hairminator said:
Masada (or '3W does a Sci-fi RP')
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This is my sheet. By the way, I thought I should let you all know that I have taken the Drone role.
Alias: Gear
Type: Enhanced Physical Performance Battle Android (E.P.P.B.A)
Classification: A.I. combat machine
Years since manufacturing: 20 + (the Theocracy was deposed twenty years ago)
Status: Free entity, now recruited for the Civilization
Appearance: http://artect.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/crysisarmor.jpg
Personality: it doesn't have a real "personality" it dose experience curiosity at times and views everything from a tactical standpoint. It joined the team because the Civilization offered to give him information on the people that created him in return for his assistance.
Profession: it is made for combat but it is extremely skilled in technical matters
Features: This android can move at a maximum of 60 mph and is strong enough to lift a tank at full strength, though continuous effort at this level will drain power reserves. It has a full combat calculation and analysis system that allows it to predict enemy actions. It has the usual heat vision, infared, x-ray, and night vision. Its exoskeleton is bullet proof to a degree, though direct fire will do it eventually do it harm
Weapons: It has two 1 foot long blades each extends from either of its wrists and vibrate at a velocity that allows them to cut through metal. It has mechanisms in each of its fingers that fire 45. caliber bullets and concentrated heat and light compressors in it's palms that essentially shoot lasers, like iron man, though these drain power rapidly. It has a mechanical analysis program in its CPU that allows it to instantly learn how to use any weapon, vehicle, or machine, and it is powered by a fusion reactor, that requires only occasional refills of water
History: Built by a Theocracy splinter group, Gear was a prototype for a force of combat robots designed for a coup of the Theocracy's high command. However, the coup never came, for the Civilization's intervention cut short all of the Theocracy's plans.
In an attempt to save the Theocracy, gear was activated ahead of time, but the lack of preparation meant that crucial programming was missed and Gear went on a rampage, deeming it's creators to be evil
When the Civilizations's own troops arrived, they found an empty lab containing nothing more than a single, confused war bot, who was later cleared under the intervention amnesty.
Alias: Gear
Type: Enhanced Physical Performance Battle Android (E.P.P.B.A)
Classification: A.I. combat machine
Years since manufacturing: 20 + (the Theocracy was deposed twenty years ago)
Status: Free entity, now recruited for the Civilization
Appearance: http://artect.net/wp-content/uploads/2007/09/crysisarmor.jpg
Personality: it doesn't have a real "personality" it dose experience curiosity at times and views everything from a tactical standpoint. It joined the team because the Civilization offered to give him information on the people that created him in return for his assistance.
Profession: it is made for combat but it is extremely skilled in technical matters
Features: This android can move at a maximum of 60 mph and is strong enough to lift a tank at full strength, though continuous effort at this level will drain power reserves. It has a full combat calculation and analysis system that allows it to predict enemy actions. It has the usual heat vision, infared, x-ray, and night vision. Its exoskeleton is bullet proof to a degree, though direct fire will do it eventually do it harm
Weapons: It has two 1 foot long blades each extends from either of its wrists and vibrate at a velocity that allows them to cut through metal. It has mechanisms in each of its fingers that fire 45. caliber bullets and concentrated heat and light compressors in it's palms that essentially shoot lasers, like iron man, though these drain power rapidly. It has a mechanical analysis program in its CPU that allows it to instantly learn how to use any weapon, vehicle, or machine, and it is powered by a fusion reactor, that requires only occasional refills of water
History: Built by a Theocracy splinter group, Gear was a prototype for a force of combat robots designed for a coup of the Theocracy's high command. However, the coup never came, for the Civilization's intervention cut short all of the Theocracy's plans.
In an attempt to save the Theocracy, gear was activated ahead of time, but the lack of preparation meant that crucial programming was missed and Gear went on a rampage, deeming it's creators to be evil
When the Civilizations's own troops arrived, they found an empty lab containing nothing more than a single, confused war bot, who was later cleared under the intervention amnesty.
Name: Dan freeman
Age: 16
Appearance:
Personality: He works well with others and is very charismatic, although extremely young.
Profession: Good accuracy.He is also good at engineering gear. Military training. Team pointman.
Weapons: An enregy canon. He engeneered it himself.
Bio: Dan was only born recently and spent the 15 years of his life on earth. He is extremely young compared to most people. He was born into a rich amily and had a grand house, with lots of expensive equipment. He had his own garage where he built things. the army contacted him and told him to engineer specialist weapons for them. He took the job (OMG!) and began engineering specialist weapons. He was then called into the army, but declined because of his age. They offered him military training in private and he accepted. Afterwards, He went to Masada with the rest of the group.
Age: 16
Appearance:
Personality: He works well with others and is very charismatic, although extremely young.
Profession: Good accuracy.He is also good at engineering gear. Military training. Team pointman.
Weapons: An enregy canon. He engeneered it himself.
Bio: Dan was only born recently and spent the 15 years of his life on earth. He is extremely young compared to most people. He was born into a rich amily and had a grand house, with lots of expensive equipment. He had his own garage where he built things. the army contacted him and told him to engineer specialist weapons for them. He took the job (OMG!) and began engineering specialist weapons. He was then called into the army, but declined because of his age. They offered him military training in private and he accepted. Afterwards, He went to Masada with the rest of the group.
VikingIncogneto said:
Drone roles are supposed to be discussed through PM...
(Sorry for double post).
That's ok, but bear in mind that just because you have a good sheet doesn't mean you'll be the only one competing for it. Best to have a human backup, just in case.VikingIncogneto said:
Reserved.Crayzor said:
You're welcome to.Shapsters said:
If there's still any space for a character left, I figure I should try my luck with this rp.
Name: Hugo Rickman
Age: 46
Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and weighing around 150 pounds, Hugo is a rather unremarkable looking man. He has jet black hair that is beginning to get peppered with grey streaks. His icy blue eyes are often hidden behind his pair of thin glasses or mask if he's working in his lab.
Personality: Hugo volunteered for the mission on Masada hoping to gain deeper insight into past cultures as well as learning the anatomy and physiology of some of the local fauna (especially the conicals.) Despite eagerness on exploring and discovering new aspects of this strange world, the prospect of remnants of the insane Theocracy has him somewhat on edge, if only due to his strict adherence to his logical, atheist beliefs.
Profession: Hugo is the Chief Science Officer going aboard the mission and as such has extensive knowlege of biology and chemestry and fairly advanced knowlege with computers and electronics.
Weapons: A small pistol and some syringes filled with chemicals needed for research but can be lethal in large enough doses.
Bio: Born on a lushly forested world at the edge of Civilization space, Hugo was always fascinated with how plants and animals worked and what they were made up of, thus forming the foundation for his eventual career as a interstellar science officer. When Hugo was 13 a group of Civilization representative deemed him worthy to attend one of the finest schools in the quadrant. During his time at The Zent Academy, Hugo also developed an interest in electronics and computers, and while his love for biology remained the greater force, by the end of his years at the Academy he had become quite adept at hacking and matinence and repair. Hugo graduated at 18, two years ahead of schedule, with top honors, and he was immediately enlisted aboard some exploratory vessels that went a bit beyond the fringes of Civilization space. After 5 years of this he made the journey to Earth to see the roots of his species, and do some research with the more advanced resources available there. He remained on Earth until he heard the news of the Masada mission he knew he had to join in it, if only to satisfy his own curiosity.
Age: 46
Appearance: Standing at 5'10 and weighing around 150 pounds, Hugo is a rather unremarkable looking man. He has jet black hair that is beginning to get peppered with grey streaks. His icy blue eyes are often hidden behind his pair of thin glasses or mask if he's working in his lab.
Personality: Hugo volunteered for the mission on Masada hoping to gain deeper insight into past cultures as well as learning the anatomy and physiology of some of the local fauna (especially the conicals.) Despite eagerness on exploring and discovering new aspects of this strange world, the prospect of remnants of the insane Theocracy has him somewhat on edge, if only due to his strict adherence to his logical, atheist beliefs.
Profession: Hugo is the Chief Science Officer going aboard the mission and as such has extensive knowlege of biology and chemestry and fairly advanced knowlege with computers and electronics.
Weapons: A small pistol and some syringes filled with chemicals needed for research but can be lethal in large enough doses.
Bio: Born on a lushly forested world at the edge of Civilization space, Hugo was always fascinated with how plants and animals worked and what they were made up of, thus forming the foundation for his eventual career as a interstellar science officer. When Hugo was 13 a group of Civilization representative deemed him worthy to attend one of the finest schools in the quadrant. During his time at The Zent Academy, Hugo also developed an interest in electronics and computers, and while his love for biology remained the greater force, by the end of his years at the Academy he had become quite adept at hacking and matinence and repair. Hugo graduated at 18, two years ahead of schedule, with top honors, and he was immediately enlisted aboard some exploratory vessels that went a bit beyond the fringes of Civilization space. After 5 years of this he made the journey to Earth to see the roots of his species, and do some research with the more advanced resources available there. He remained on Earth until he heard the news of the Masada mission he knew he had to join in it, if only to satisfy his own curiosity.
Name: Silas Sanahaar
Age: 144, appears to be around his thirties.
Appearance: Silas is surprisingly well built for someone who's job requires little physical work, mainly due to hours spent exercising and his attempts at eating health in an effort to extend his life span. His skin is well-tanned and lacks any visible damages, save for a small scar that cuts through his left eyebrow, leaving a thin strip of hair missing in that hair. Jet black hair sits atop his head, worn at a short length, although still somewhat disorderly in appearance. His face is clean shaven, with a small, neatly combed goatee covering his chin. Being born with complete heterochromia, his right eye is dark green and the left is violet. 6'0
Clothing wise, he wears black business attire, complete with matching black shoes, black khaki pants, and a dark red tie. Also, he's become somewhat notorious for wearing tinted black reading glasses, which prevent his eyes from ever being seen, due to his somewhat less than stellar vision and the fact he views his unusual eye coloration distracting to however he's currently shouting at.
While not visibly protected, various pieces of ballistic resistant material and protective are worn underneath his suit, raising his chances of survival significantly.
Personality: Silas is, for lack of a better word, a complete asshole, paring a poor attitude with ingenuous yet cruel business tactics to achieve his objective no matter what it costs his coworkers, even if it happens to be their lives. His is known to act violently towards those who disobey him, rudely towards that follow orders and be offensive to just about everyone around him, save for the occasions when he is dealing with an employer, in which he'll act somewhat pleasant as to avoid getting himself in trouble. On rare occasions, he has been known to smile and crack a joke, though these are just that, rare, for the most part he's as dry and humorless a person could get without being considered a robot. He is also overly suspicious of those around him, which is the result of having a hit ordered on him before.
However, he isn't incredibly awful, possessing more than a few redeeming qualities to counter his bad attitude. Among these, he is normally on top of just about everything, making sure that the mission goes as planned, or at the very least, is successful. He is also a good judge of character, being able to tell when a person is being sincere or lying to his face with a mere glace. How he does this is unknown, though it is rumored he studied human behavior in his youth in order to do such things.
Profession: Project Overseer. Silas' job is to make sure that current mission to Masade is successful, ranging from general research to security detail.
Weapons:
G1300 Splice Rifle: An energy weapon, using a beam of focused light instead of a solid projectile. It is a rather simple, though should not be underestimated, considering it can remove limbs with a well aimed shot and punch a hole straight through a man.
Tretze Revolver: A simplistic, high-caliber revolver, sporting a five round chamber. It is powerful and reliable, though range is rather limited.
Knives: On Silas' person, one can find exactly thirteen combat knives, all of which razor-sharp.
Bio: Silas Sanhaar, originally named Silas Hanaker, was born and raised Mars, spending the majority of his childhood in or around the trading capital of Zanadar. His father, James Hanaker, was the CEO of Hanaker Galactic Enterprises, one of the most influential companies in all of the galaxy. Although Silas cared little for his father or his business, he envied him for his accomplishments and always wished to surpass him, even from a young age. His father seemed to take notice to his intentions, but didn't oppose him, instead encouraging him to one day take over the company. Silas was given lessons in business, politics and communications in order to ensure his takeover of the company, but much to his father's dismay, his son greatly lacked the charm, thus making him unable to even get on the board of directors.
Once his father died, another man, a close friend of his father, took over HGE, leaving Silas in a middle management position where advancement was deemed impossible. In a fit of rage, Silas ordered hits on every member of the company who was above him or in the same position, but arranged for an assassination attempt on himself as well, thus taking any suspicion off himself and instead making it appear as though this was the work of another company. One by one his bosses and coworkers were eliminated, some by well placed sniper rounds, others by violent stabbings and more than a few done with poisons for good measure. The very hit ordered on himself was the very first, though the sniper missed as ordered, simply grazing him across the cheek with the bullet. After the deed was done, he promptly quit HGE, the once proud industry having been turned inside out due to his actions.
Soon afterward, he earned a job working with the military of Earth, using his power and influence to secure a high ranking seat, his name and the memory of his father, however, were altered to erase the part of his past he wished to change most. His life, from that point on, was fairly routine, becoming little more than a cycle of consistent backstabbing and shouting.
Notes:
-Asexual
-Plans to live forever using hormones, cybernetic parts and, of course, the retroaging process.
Age: 144, appears to be around his thirties.
Appearance: Silas is surprisingly well built for someone who's job requires little physical work, mainly due to hours spent exercising and his attempts at eating health in an effort to extend his life span. His skin is well-tanned and lacks any visible damages, save for a small scar that cuts through his left eyebrow, leaving a thin strip of hair missing in that hair. Jet black hair sits atop his head, worn at a short length, although still somewhat disorderly in appearance. His face is clean shaven, with a small, neatly combed goatee covering his chin. Being born with complete heterochromia, his right eye is dark green and the left is violet. 6'0
Clothing wise, he wears black business attire, complete with matching black shoes, black khaki pants, and a dark red tie. Also, he's become somewhat notorious for wearing tinted black reading glasses, which prevent his eyes from ever being seen, due to his somewhat less than stellar vision and the fact he views his unusual eye coloration distracting to however he's currently shouting at.
While not visibly protected, various pieces of ballistic resistant material and protective are worn underneath his suit, raising his chances of survival significantly.
Personality: Silas is, for lack of a better word, a complete asshole, paring a poor attitude with ingenuous yet cruel business tactics to achieve his objective no matter what it costs his coworkers, even if it happens to be their lives. His is known to act violently towards those who disobey him, rudely towards that follow orders and be offensive to just about everyone around him, save for the occasions when he is dealing with an employer, in which he'll act somewhat pleasant as to avoid getting himself in trouble. On rare occasions, he has been known to smile and crack a joke, though these are just that, rare, for the most part he's as dry and humorless a person could get without being considered a robot. He is also overly suspicious of those around him, which is the result of having a hit ordered on him before.
However, he isn't incredibly awful, possessing more than a few redeeming qualities to counter his bad attitude. Among these, he is normally on top of just about everything, making sure that the mission goes as planned, or at the very least, is successful. He is also a good judge of character, being able to tell when a person is being sincere or lying to his face with a mere glace. How he does this is unknown, though it is rumored he studied human behavior in his youth in order to do such things.
Profession: Project Overseer. Silas' job is to make sure that current mission to Masade is successful, ranging from general research to security detail.
Weapons:
G1300 Splice Rifle: An energy weapon, using a beam of focused light instead of a solid projectile. It is a rather simple, though should not be underestimated, considering it can remove limbs with a well aimed shot and punch a hole straight through a man.
Tretze Revolver: A simplistic, high-caliber revolver, sporting a five round chamber. It is powerful and reliable, though range is rather limited.
Knives: On Silas' person, one can find exactly thirteen combat knives, all of which razor-sharp.
Bio: Silas Sanhaar, originally named Silas Hanaker, was born and raised Mars, spending the majority of his childhood in or around the trading capital of Zanadar. His father, James Hanaker, was the CEO of Hanaker Galactic Enterprises, one of the most influential companies in all of the galaxy. Although Silas cared little for his father or his business, he envied him for his accomplishments and always wished to surpass him, even from a young age. His father seemed to take notice to his intentions, but didn't oppose him, instead encouraging him to one day take over the company. Silas was given lessons in business, politics and communications in order to ensure his takeover of the company, but much to his father's dismay, his son greatly lacked the charm, thus making him unable to even get on the board of directors.
Once his father died, another man, a close friend of his father, took over HGE, leaving Silas in a middle management position where advancement was deemed impossible. In a fit of rage, Silas ordered hits on every member of the company who was above him or in the same position, but arranged for an assassination attempt on himself as well, thus taking any suspicion off himself and instead making it appear as though this was the work of another company. One by one his bosses and coworkers were eliminated, some by well placed sniper rounds, others by violent stabbings and more than a few done with poisons for good measure. The very hit ordered on himself was the very first, though the sniper missed as ordered, simply grazing him across the cheek with the bullet. After the deed was done, he promptly quit HGE, the once proud industry having been turned inside out due to his actions.
Soon afterward, he earned a job working with the military of Earth, using his power and influence to secure a high ranking seat, his name and the memory of his father, however, were altered to erase the part of his past he wished to change most. His life, from that point on, was fairly routine, becoming little more than a cycle of consistent backstabbing and shouting.
Notes:
-Asexual
-Plans to live forever using hormones, cybernetic parts and, of course, the retroaging process.
Great things? He's famouse for ditching his RP's XDBroken Orange said:
you didn't accept my sheet. You are granted two sad faces : ( : (ThreeWords said:
Sorry to repeat what I've said by PM, but I want to make it a public fact: I'm having second thoughts about having a drone character at all. i don't want the party becoming too powerful, and the role of war drone may be too close to the mechanics of the plot.VikingIncogneto said:
I'm sorry to mess you around, but in the end the RP may run better if none of the players are combat robots.
How dare y- Oh wait, that's kinda true.venom 3135 said:
I like to think, though, that when I am around I make good company...
As it stands, all sheets are being accepted and then some sheets are being chosen. I'm not picking the players till i have all the sheets in. If what you want is an acknowledgment of your sheet, then here:venom 3135 said:
Sheet acknowledged!
NAME: Garth No. 15
AGE: 14 (appears 30)
APPEARANCE: Short black hair, deep set eyes, pale skin, black robotic eye, robotic replacement for his right arm, wears a dark trench coat over darker pants with large boots.
PERSONALITY: A complete and total slacker, has come to terms with the fact that he will never live up to the expectations set by the original Garth "Lonestar" Naltz, famous gunslinger, and stopped trying a long time ago. Affilated with none, and looks after himself only.
PROFESSION: Sniper.
WEAPONS: A high caliber rifle with an X-ray scope, and an underbarrel shotgun.
BIO: Clone of the famous mercenary and professional marksman Garth "Lonestar" Naltz, who sold his DNA to the Earth military (and several others) to clone him for combat purposes. 15 was one of the first clones used in real combat. He was sold at age 10 for a large sum of cash after he lost an arm and an eye, and after his second owner's mysterious and sudden death (which he had nothing to do with, mind you) he moved to Luna and began working as a mercenary. His work would be a bargain at half the price, but the standards set by the original Garth overshadowed this, he quit trying to live up to the expectations set and became a security guard. Until he recieved a job offer that he couldn't refuse...
AGE: 14 (appears 30)
APPEARANCE: Short black hair, deep set eyes, pale skin, black robotic eye, robotic replacement for his right arm, wears a dark trench coat over darker pants with large boots.
PERSONALITY: A complete and total slacker, has come to terms with the fact that he will never live up to the expectations set by the original Garth "Lonestar" Naltz, famous gunslinger, and stopped trying a long time ago. Affilated with none, and looks after himself only.
PROFESSION: Sniper.
WEAPONS: A high caliber rifle with an X-ray scope, and an underbarrel shotgun.
BIO: Clone of the famous mercenary and professional marksman Garth "Lonestar" Naltz, who sold his DNA to the Earth military (and several others) to clone him for combat purposes. 15 was one of the first clones used in real combat. He was sold at age 10 for a large sum of cash after he lost an arm and an eye, and after his second owner's mysterious and sudden death (which he had nothing to do with, mind you) he moved to Luna and began working as a mercenary. His work would be a bargain at half the price, but the standards set by the original Garth overshadowed this, he quit trying to live up to the expectations set and became a security guard. Until he recieved a job offer that he couldn't refuse...
Name: Derrit Feniss
Age: 43
Appearance: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's classy.
Long legs make a woman tall--and no one has ever accused Derrit of being short. She stands above the generous average of most women and it's not unseen that she finds herself in the position to look down upon a man. With her slender face set in perpetual concentration and a hint of stern confidence in a pair of light green eyes, those men are occasionally reminded of a crack-the-whip teacher they might have left behind in their youth. Her tamed red curls, caught in a tight knot at the base of her nape, only add to that impression. And it doesn't help that her choice of clothing restricts itself to form fitting gray suits that cling to her athletic figure like a well tailored glove to its designated hand. She is just missing the black suitcase and a pair of glasses perched on her nose, though she never quite takes it that far.
Personality: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's levelheaded.
To try and get a rise out of the woman is a task best not even started, unless one has a lot of time to waste and can handle disappointment well. Anger and happiness both don't come easy to Derrit, and haste is a word she is not familiar with. She approaches everything in life with an almost unshakeable calm, and hardly ever seems to express her opinion only in the form of factual statements rather than morale standards or personal feelings.
... that she vents all that pent up emotion at her brother on occasion is what keeps her sane.
Profession: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's curious.
She might not be asking questions at every turn, but Derrit is one investigative thing. And as that is the only thing she seems to pursuit with any sort of passion, it is not a surprise that the most logical decision was to base her income around it. As a reporter you can never be curious enough...
Weapons: Say one thing about Derrit, say she'd rather make love than war.
Throughout the years of following her call as a professional journalist, Derrit has found that she rather enjoys covering situations that bring a certain level of risk with them. That has forced her to be no stranger to handling basic sidearms, even if she prefers not to make use of them.
Bio: Along with her twin brother Gary, Deritt was born on Mar Tau, one of the planets forgotten by the central civilizations. Their family was granted passage to a central world, and later Earth, with the help of hefty bribes consisting of raw metals with high market price from the parents. Having left the technological dark age of their homeplanet, they found themselves stranded and lost on a new world- Terra. The two children were young. Young enough to learn the new language without problem, young enough to accept the new culture and nearly forget they came from another world.
They were not, however, young enough to have left their homeworld without being marked by it, on a conscious level, or not. The two children were very alike, yet so different. They were both more brilliant, curious, and perhaps less playful than their peers. And while Gary would sit for hours on end watching ants, or talking to some of the public AIs, Derrit quickly got bored of such activities. She preferred exploring and mysteries- investigating.
Despite their different personalities, they never got into any big quarrels with each other during their childhoods. Instead they discussed, quite lively some times, the discussions usually ending in peaceful agreements or compromises. Their peaceful relationship lasted to adult age, and is still going strong.
Age: 43
Appearance: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's classy.
Long legs make a woman tall--and no one has ever accused Derrit of being short. She stands above the generous average of most women and it's not unseen that she finds herself in the position to look down upon a man. With her slender face set in perpetual concentration and a hint of stern confidence in a pair of light green eyes, those men are occasionally reminded of a crack-the-whip teacher they might have left behind in their youth. Her tamed red curls, caught in a tight knot at the base of her nape, only add to that impression. And it doesn't help that her choice of clothing restricts itself to form fitting gray suits that cling to her athletic figure like a well tailored glove to its designated hand. She is just missing the black suitcase and a pair of glasses perched on her nose, though she never quite takes it that far.
Personality: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's levelheaded.
To try and get a rise out of the woman is a task best not even started, unless one has a lot of time to waste and can handle disappointment well. Anger and happiness both don't come easy to Derrit, and haste is a word she is not familiar with. She approaches everything in life with an almost unshakeable calm, and hardly ever seems to express her opinion only in the form of factual statements rather than morale standards or personal feelings.
... that she vents all that pent up emotion at her brother on occasion is what keeps her sane.
Profession: Say one thing about Derrit, say she's curious.
She might not be asking questions at every turn, but Derrit is one investigative thing. And as that is the only thing she seems to pursuit with any sort of passion, it is not a surprise that the most logical decision was to base her income around it. As a reporter you can never be curious enough...
Weapons: Say one thing about Derrit, say she'd rather make love than war.
Throughout the years of following her call as a professional journalist, Derrit has found that she rather enjoys covering situations that bring a certain level of risk with them. That has forced her to be no stranger to handling basic sidearms, even if she prefers not to make use of them.
Bio: Along with her twin brother Gary, Deritt was born on Mar Tau, one of the planets forgotten by the central civilizations. Their family was granted passage to a central world, and later Earth, with the help of hefty bribes consisting of raw metals with high market price from the parents. Having left the technological dark age of their homeplanet, they found themselves stranded and lost on a new world- Terra. The two children were young. Young enough to learn the new language without problem, young enough to accept the new culture and nearly forget they came from another world.
They were not, however, young enough to have left their homeworld without being marked by it, on a conscious level, or not. The two children were very alike, yet so different. They were both more brilliant, curious, and perhaps less playful than their peers. And while Gary would sit for hours on end watching ants, or talking to some of the public AIs, Derrit quickly got bored of such activities. She preferred exploring and mysteries- investigating.
Despite their different personalities, they never got into any big quarrels with each other during their childhoods. Instead they discussed, quite lively some times, the discussions usually ending in peaceful agreements or compromises. Their peaceful relationship lasted to adult age, and is still going strong.
Name: Gary Feniss
Age: 43
Appearance: Instead of saying one thing about Gary, you might as well keep your mouth shut. He is naturally tall, with broad shoulders, and is relatively muscular seeing his not very physically demanding job. Despite his slightly intimidating stature, he sports a very soft face, and only his bright-green, very conscious eyes, break the image of dullness that he might otherwise relay to strangers. He has centimeter long brown blonde hair covering his scalp and carry a slightly receding hairline, that he has made no attempts to remedy nor cover up. He usually dress in clothes that favour mobility, functionality and comfort, rather than what's fashionable or stylish.
Personality: Gary is a very calm and collected person, and although he more often than not hide his true emotions, he is very good at understanding other people's, or even AI's feelings. This, and the general calming effect he has on people, has made him into one of the best in his line of work. At the same time he also tend to look down on people, the moment he think he has them figured out, his sister excluded.
He has extremely high stress and pain tresholds, and posess subtile leadership qualities. Personal power over others is not something he actually strives for, however, at least not on a conscious level. Somehow, however, he always tend to get his will through.
Profession: Psychiatrist/Electro-Neurologic expert (psychiatrist for AIs)/Biologist
He will ensure the mental health of the ship's crew and constructs.
Weapons: A past of handling potentially dangerous people has made him proficient with multiple types of weapons, and has even been forced to put his knowledge to use on a few occasions. He usually carry his own rather small and discrete Silversong X89 Plasma Discharger.
Bio: Along with his twin sister Deritt, Gary was born on Mar Tau, one of the planets forgotten by the central civilizations. Their family was granted passage to a central world, and later Earth, with the help of hefty bribes consisting of raw metals with high market price from the parents. Having left the technological dark age of their homeplanet, they found themselves stranded and lost on a new world- Terra. The two children were young. Young enough to learn the new language without problem, young enough to accept the new culture and nearly forget they came from another world.
They were not, however, young enough to have left their homeworld without being marked by it, on a conscious level, or not. The two children were very alike, yet so different. They were both more brilliant, curious, and perhaps less playful than their peers. And while Gary would sit for hours on end watching ants, or talking to some of the public AIs, Derrit quickly got bored of such activities. She preferred exploring and mysteries- investigating.
Despite their different personalities, they never got into any big quarrels with each other during their childhoods. Instead they discussed, quite lively some times, the discussions usually ending in peaceful agreements or compromises. Their peaceful relationship lasted to adult age, and is still going strong.
Age: 43
Appearance: Instead of saying one thing about Gary, you might as well keep your mouth shut. He is naturally tall, with broad shoulders, and is relatively muscular seeing his not very physically demanding job. Despite his slightly intimidating stature, he sports a very soft face, and only his bright-green, very conscious eyes, break the image of dullness that he might otherwise relay to strangers. He has centimeter long brown blonde hair covering his scalp and carry a slightly receding hairline, that he has made no attempts to remedy nor cover up. He usually dress in clothes that favour mobility, functionality and comfort, rather than what's fashionable or stylish.
Personality: Gary is a very calm and collected person, and although he more often than not hide his true emotions, he is very good at understanding other people's, or even AI's feelings. This, and the general calming effect he has on people, has made him into one of the best in his line of work. At the same time he also tend to look down on people, the moment he think he has them figured out, his sister excluded.
He has extremely high stress and pain tresholds, and posess subtile leadership qualities. Personal power over others is not something he actually strives for, however, at least not on a conscious level. Somehow, however, he always tend to get his will through.
Profession: Psychiatrist/Electro-Neurologic expert (psychiatrist for AIs)/Biologist
He will ensure the mental health of the ship's crew and constructs.
Weapons: A past of handling potentially dangerous people has made him proficient with multiple types of weapons, and has even been forced to put his knowledge to use on a few occasions. He usually carry his own rather small and discrete Silversong X89 Plasma Discharger.
Bio: Along with his twin sister Deritt, Gary was born on Mar Tau, one of the planets forgotten by the central civilizations. Their family was granted passage to a central world, and later Earth, with the help of hefty bribes consisting of raw metals with high market price from the parents. Having left the technological dark age of their homeplanet, they found themselves stranded and lost on a new world- Terra. The two children were young. Young enough to learn the new language without problem, young enough to accept the new culture and nearly forget they came from another world.
They were not, however, young enough to have left their homeworld without being marked by it, on a conscious level, or not. The two children were very alike, yet so different. They were both more brilliant, curious, and perhaps less playful than their peers. And while Gary would sit for hours on end watching ants, or talking to some of the public AIs, Derrit quickly got bored of such activities. She preferred exploring and mysteries- investigating.
Despite their different personalities, they never got into any big quarrels with each other during their childhoods. Instead they discussed, quite lively some times, the discussions usually ending in peaceful agreements or compromises. Their peaceful relationship lasted to adult age, and is still going strong.