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 Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 3:01 pm
Battle Hymn of the Republic.
It has been 15 years since the Drathonians attacked the United Terran Republic. Once allies, these vicious lizardlike Alien creatures backstabbed the Republic, who were, for the most part, completely taken by surprise. Earth itself was destroyed, literally split down the middle by a horrendous attack, leaving its surface in ruins, where a few were able to survive for a short while before being rescued. however, 90% of all terrans in the Milky Way galaxy were slaughtered within a span of 24 hours. Not a single terran was able to escape some form of tragedy, though for some it was greater than others, though none will ever forget.
Now, the Terrans are striking back, with the launch of a new ship class that has been able to bring the fight back on even terms. The Terrans' technology and enginuity allowing them to finally be able to counter the brute force and sheer numbers of the Drathonians. While every volunteer is taken, they are all trained to the highest possible standards, and some are even able to get mild biological enhancements to allow for greater combat performance, but a Terrans' greatest advantage is still their mind.
***feel free to post here if you wish to join***
**Be Creative within these bounds**
*character must be approved by me before use.*
Gaian Name:
-General
Name:
Age sad 16 and up)
Height:
Weight:
Species:
Job:
Rank razz rivate(default)
-Psychological
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goals:
-History
Short History: ((Make sure you have at least one Good solid paragraph, preferably more. The more detailed and interesting your character's backstory is, the better))
-Notes
Appearance: (At least two sentences of description, more preferred)
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 3:02 pm
Jobs:
Terran:
-Terran marine: A Jack of all trades, terran marines are skilled in hand-to-hand fighting, gunfighting, and piloting starships.
--Brawler: These characters excell in Hand-to-hand combat, and close quarters fighting with Melee weapons. they however, cannot pilot starfighters or fight very well with guns.
--Sniper: Extremely skilled in the use of guns, snipers are a dead accurate shot. They cannot fly starfighters and Know only enough hand-to-hand skills to protect themselves.
--Demo experts: These kind of characters obviously love to blow stuff up. utilized mainly to destroy enemy strongholds and break down space hulks for raw materials, they also have limited fighting ability on the battlefield.
--Combat Medics:A combat medic has basic first aid knowledge, as well as a knowledge of how to 'patch people up' so to speak. They are also able to defend themselves and add to a firefight.
--Scouts: Scouts are the field branch of intelligence. Basically a highly trained marine, they excell in any form of combat, and are capable of infiltrating many enemy fortifications and positions using various disguises and espionage techniques. Scouts are often used to gather point intelligence for a unit in the field and are very often alone in the middle of battles, relaying data to larger groups of regular marines.
-Pilot: Pilots are elite Fighter pilots. They train hard in space and aerial combat during most of thier free time. These charachters have horrible skills in hand-to-hand and gunfighting.
(Unavailable types)
-Engineers: skilled in repairing ships systems,they also repair starfighters.
-Intelligence agents: Espionage and intelligence agents are decently capable fighters, but are more suited to piecing together information and making sense of it, which allows the higher ranks to make educated plans about battles, as well as wars in general. Intelligence Agents often handle scouts in the field, and give them support in various ways. they are also in charge of the higher levels of security, and in charge of keeping classified information secret.
-Medical officers: hese characters are skilled with medicine and fixing up wounded people. Medical officers are skilled at doing surgery and at fixing any kind of harmful damage, but have no combat training..
-Bridge crew: Skilled in the art of piloting large starships and using thier systems, without these characters, the others could not get where they need to go. there are a few types.
--Bridge pilots: fly the ship
--weapons specialist: Excell in using ship weapons, effectively utilizing a starship's potential.
--Comms officer: Helps communicate with other ships, relays battlefield commands.
Drathonian:
-Blaster: primarily a gunfighter, they are very stupid and shoot just about anything that moves. they usually travel in groups of four or five.
-smasher:Primarily a brawler, they rush at their targets with reckless abandon and cause as much trouble as possible. their tails have large spikes on them and are especially dangerous.
-Flyer: These pilots only have one goal in mind: destroy the enemy. they trust in thier shield to get them where they are going and then try to do as much damage as possible. a bit smarter than the previous two types.
-Dragoon: Elite Drathonians, dragoons are skilled in many types of combat. they are the smartest soldier-types. Thier diet and training has made them grow an extremely thick hide that is tough to penetrate.
-Spacy: Pilots of large drathonian ships, they are the near equals of their terran counterparts.
-Moonies: Drathonian spies, they have the ability to cloak themselves and hide easily. they are the smallest drathonians.
Altresians sad In progress)
-Crusader: A heavily defended warrior, they have the strongest personal armor. In an odd combination of skills they are talented in both ranged and Melee combat.
-Priest: Basically serve as combat medics, they try to convert others to their religion. Their thought is that the more living soldiers there are the more people to carry out altreis' will there are.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 3:03 pm
Ranks:
Terran:
Tier 1: Private; a starting soldier.
-Private third class
-Private Second class
-Private First class
-Lance Corporal
Tier 2: Commander; A more experienced soldier, squad leader.
-Corporal
-Captain
-Lieutennant
-Major
Tier 3: Sergeant; Much more experienced, usually stays on the ship,sees little action.
-Field Sergeant
-Gunnery Sergeant
-Sergeant Major
-Master Sergeant
Tier 4: Admiral; Head of the ship, makes major decisions, sees little action.
-General (ground forces)
-Admiral (Single ship)
-Vice Admiral (squadron)
-Fleet Admiral (fleet, dur)
Drathonian:
1. Grunt; your basic Drathonian.
2. Brave; A Warrior that has survived a number of battles.
3. Sauran; a more experienced Drathonian, usually Dragoons.
4. Durahan; Sub-commander. In charge of a squad
5. Drake; a commander, leads the lesser Drathonians to either victory or their deaths.
6. Tyrant; Leader of a ship, or the lord of an enslaved planet, these are usually the most ruthless and experienced of all Drathonians.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 3:04 pm
Main races:
*Note on the races: There are only terrans, Drathonians and Altresians right now because the drathonians have wiped out and/or enslaved all other races in the galaxy. The altresians come from a nearby galaxy. Also, only Terrans are currently playable. As the plot continues more races may become available.
(PC race)Terrans: Humans from various backgrounds, They are primarily the same as modern humans, with the most major difference being that they are stronger and faster. Terrans are smarter than drathonians, and terran equipment is far superior, their only problem is that there isn't very much of it. Of course, There aren't many Terrans to use it anyway.
-Advantage:best technology, smart characters.
-disadvantage:small numbers, little support, no home planet.
(NPC Race)Drathonians: Drathonians are basically lizardmen, standing halfway between erect and quadrupedal. Thay can become quadrupedal to run at their top speed, which is greater than that of humans, but only for short bursts before they overheat and must stop. All rathonians have a longe tail which can be used in close quarters as a weapon. Having scaly skin, they deem it unnecesary to wear any armor of any kind. Their tech is based on the principle of quantity over quality, and ease of mass production.
-advantages: Large numbers, huge industrial base.
-Disadvanteages:Inferior technology, not as smart.
(NPC Race)Altresians: The Altresian are from the grand planet Altres. Altresians are athletic-bodied humanoids, with light tan skin, golden blonde hair, and cyan eyes. The planet is governed by the Holy Altresian Empire, which glorifies two ideals: war and religion. Altresian battle tactics are second to none and their faith knows no bounds. However, the Altresians can be over zealous, resulting in countless crusades over its history. The current "abomination" of their god, Altrei, are the Drathonians. The Altresians believe that it is their divine duty to liberate the Terrans, and any other race, from the Drathonian plague.
-Advantages: skilled warriors, large industrial base.
-disadvantages: far from home, medium support.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 3:26 pm
Approved character Bios.
EXAMPLE (and my character):
Gaian name: Scouter Kai
-General
Name: Kieran "Kai" Nakamura
Age: 18
Height: 6'4"
Weight:173
Species: Terran
Job:Terran Marine
Rank: Lieutenant
-Psychological
Personality: Loyal and level-headed, He is a great friend and leader. He is usually quite happy though you can't tell by looking at him. Quick to joke and slow to anger, He is however a fearsome soldier.
Likes: Techno, Classic rock, Dancing, "Good" food, starfighters and friends.
Dislikes: Drathonians, Unhappy people, Diet food and lonliness
Goals: Free the Terran race from Drathonian Treachery, Become a famous hero of his people.
-History
Short History: Kai's first four years were the happiest of his life, living in bliss with his family. When the Drathonians destroyed most of the Terran Republic, Kai lost his entire family. He was rescued by a neighbor, but suffered a wound to the left side of his face, which is now a scar running over his left eye. Afterwards he was taken aboard the last refugee ship to flee earth, And watched his beloved planet explode. All His life he trained to be a soldier so he could right the wrongs done to the galaxy that day. He is the most experienced captain aboard the Battle hymn and an exceptional pilot.
-Notes
Appearance: Kai is a fairly tall and lanky terran, He is very well toned from years of honing his body for combat. His long blond hair falls in a sheet over his left eye, hiding his scar. His green eyes glow with the fire of passion. Always wears a green jacket and green pants.
Distingushing features: Green jacket, bright blonde hair, Scar over his left eye.
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-General
Name: Emma Thompson
Age:16
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 97
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank razz rivate Third class
-Psychological
Personality: Emma is a very upbeat, happy kind of girl. NOTHING gets her down. Between her bubbly personality, and optimistic attitude, you'll never find her sad. If you do, well, then the world is about to end, so you better run.
Likes: Bright colors, Starships, people, lollipops, and candy.
Dislikes: Drathonians, rap music, and vegetables.
Goals: To Become famous. or something. She doesn't really care, so long as the universe is set right. Which, it will, of course.
-History
Short History: When Emma was two, the Drathonians attacked her family home, Capturing and enslaving them. Emma and her brother, Seth, were sent to be killed, as they were too young to be useful. Seth, however, managed to escape with his little sister in his arms, and ended having to raise her as the two fended for themselves on the prison planet for several years, before a Terran raid was sent to free prisoners. Seeing Terran soldiers, the two found their way back to the prison and managed to find their parents being shepherded aboard a transport that was about to leave. They made it inside, but just before the hatch closed, a Drathonian sniper got a lucky shot, mortally wounding Seth, Who died in his family's arms. Resolute, Emma's parents joined the Terran military, to avenge their lost son, and the time they spent imprisoned. As soon as Emma was old enough, she was sent through training, and found to have an aptitude for piloting starfighters.
-Notes
Appearance: Emma is failry short, and somewhat skinny. She is nothing remarkable, aside from her vibrant blue eyes, full of the spark of life. Her overall appearance is that of a young teen, giving the illusion that her age is much lower than it is.
Distinguishing characteristics: Emma does not look nearly old enough to be a soldier.
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Gaian Name: Mr. Blackbird Lore
-General
Name: Garrett Hendlow
Age: 30
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 212 pounds
Species: Terran
Job: Demo Expert
Rank: Lieutenant
-Psychological
Personality: Garrett is a rugged man, always sarcastic, and always putting his hands to use. He lacks a lot when it comes to formalities and mannerisms, but he does his best to remember... which isn't a very good 'best.' He can't stand being at a standstill, but he has enough patience to mask his impatience. He likes to be at work constantly, and is an entirely hands-on person. He prefers to do a job himself than oversee another person's work, and has trouble working in a team as a result. Thank the holies that his job rarely requires teamwork... And he is a definite flirt, harassing younger and older women alike. However, he is rarely serious about anything he says or does during those times.
Likes: Building compounds, explosives, and flammable materials; cigarettes; His job.
Dislikes: Being idle; inexperienced workers/soldiers; timid people; Failing to properly execute a mission.
Goals: To keep doing his thing until the day he dies!
-History
Short History: At sixteen, Garrett lost so much... His fiancee, his mother, and his two siblings. He felt crushed, and thought little of his life. Getting into an anarchistic group of friends, and experimenting with fire and small-time flash powders, he found a love for explosives and pyrotechnics. He took it beyond the stupid little pranks and games, and made it a passion. From bad came good... And from the deep-rooted loss came a powerful gain. Though he has remained single these past fourteen years, his flirtatious attitude has left none suspecting his choices.
-Notes
Appearance: His hair is black, cropped in a short flat top and spiked. His eyes are a dark brown, but always full of energy, even at his age. On his chin is a small goatee that he started growing out recently, but he keeps the rest of his face clean. Typically, he dresses himself with a pair of thick, strong boots, rusty brown, baggy jeans, a short-sleeved 'uniform,' indicating his ranking and last name over his heart, and a leather jacket always unzipped. He protected his hands with thin polyester gloves, sprayed with fire-resistant chemicals, and a pair of thick goggles can always be found hanging around his neck, or covering his eyes while he works.
Distinguishing characteristics: A burn scar across his left cheek, starting near his upper lip, and ending near his ear lobe, and an eternally confident and cocky smirk he often adorns when not at work.
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Mr. Blackbird Lore
-General
Name: Arcadia Langdon
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 135 lbs.
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank razz rivate Second Class
-Psychological
Personality: Arcadia is a difficult woman. She's constantly sarcastic, and seems to be a pessimist, but in truth she's simply very wary, and likes to make all possible problems known to her allies. She also manages to come across as lively and perhaps even spunky with a strong will and focus. It's a difficult maneuver that comes naturally to her. She can also be rather flirtatious, in her own way; if you enjoy sarcasm even when it's aimed at you and can find something funny about her sardonic and rather dark humor, you'd probably love Arcadia.
Likes: Comedy (in any medium), reading, techno, late nights with 'friendlies' and a few drinks
Dislikes: braggarts, people who can't take a joke, and stupid drunks. and vegetarians.
Goals: To be a good pilot; she doesn't care if she's the best, or the worst, so long as she does good for the Terran race.
-History
Short History: Arcadia's parents were very... isolated. They were engineers and loved to spend their time together working; it's how they met and how they fell in love. As such, Arcadia never really got to know the rest of her family. So when the Drathonian attacks came, Arcadia's losses were minimal. She's considered herself very lucky, and treasures the fact that she was one of the few who was able to retain a cohesive family unit. It's kept her strong and has been a source of stability through her years of education until she became a pilot. With her parents' influence as aeronautical engineers, she quickly found a love for space flight; with the threat of the Drathonians looming, the chance to pay back her debt to the armed forces was all too powerful for Arcadia to pass up. Her parents were rather neutral on the idea, and no conflict ever arose; however, distance created a gap between her and her family, and although she still loves them, she communicates (or rather, attempts to communicate) with them very rarely.
-Notes
Appearance: She's a little short of the average height, but she doesn't mind. Her hair is black, and her eyes are a hazel with more green than brown. And of course, she is in uniform more often than not, so she keeps very few "civvies" with her. Her body is toned from regular exercise, and her expression is usually curious or apathetic.
Distinguishing characteristics: none, unless you count her seemingly pessimistic demeanor.
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Gaian Name: Straken Lord Riverine
-General
Name: Steven Alexander Kerning
Age: 26
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 144lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank: Corporal
-Psychological
Personality: A care-free guy through and through, Steven can usually be found doing either one of two thing; Flying or sleeping. He is not the most social person in the universe and he only really talks with the pilots in his squadron and one or two others whom he has grown to like. There are many, mostly marines, who see him as being arrogant and a braggart, and because of this he is sometimes picked on, mostly by marines. But he is unconditionally loyal, and a professional by definition when in the cockpit of his fighter.
Likes: Relaxation time, his fighter, and the occasional casual conversation.
Dislikes: Being over-worked, listening to lectures, engineers, and he get especially aggravated when his ship gets either damaged or touched without his permission.
Goals: To become an ace fighter pilot just like his late father.
-History
Short History:
Steven was orphaned at a young age, two to be exact, and so he was raised by his grandparents. When he was growing up he was always excited to hear his grandfather, a retired fighter veteran himself, tell stories from when he was in the navy. His favorite stories were the ones about his father, whom was also a pilot and flew in the same squadron as Steven's grandfather. It was because of these stories that Steven had resolved himself to one day join the Terran Navy, and follow in the footsteps of his father and his grandfather to become an ace fighter pilot. At age sixteen, the minimum age for the Naval Academy, Steven sent in his application to the naval academy, and later that year was accepted into the Academy to begin his training for a career in the navy and as a fighter pilot. While attending the academy he was near the top of his class, and by graduation he was among a group of students who were offered leadership roles within the Terran Navy. But Steven had no interest in commanding a star ship and turned the offer down. After his graduation, which he graduated fifth in his class of one-hundred and thirty-two, Steven quickly enlisted as a wingman for Green Squadron. At the age of twenty-one Steven was at last in the cockpit of a scimitar starfighter flying as a wingman for the very same squadron that both his grandfather and his father flew for. After a time and after dozens of skirmishes and a few large engagements with the drathonian naval forces, Steven was yet another step closer to his goal when he became the squadron leader of the Greens.
-Notes
Appearance: Steven is of average size with an athletic build. He has short, brown hair with subtle blond highlights, and he has dull green eyes which have an odd combination of looking both disinterested and sharp at the same time. His face is slightly tanned with high cheek bones, a defined jaw bone, and a round chin. He has a moustache and goatee combo.
Distinguishing features: Steven has a faint scar running parallel to his left eyebrow from when he tripped and smashed his head on the sidewalk when he was thirteen.
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Gaian Name: CadetNewb
-General
Name: Cibo Malinowski
Age: 28
Height: 6'1''
Weight: 117 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Intelligence Agent
Rank: Private Second Class
-Psychological
Personality: She is mildly schizophrenic as a product of her experiences and tends to swing from tired and angry to energetic and happy from time to time. She is now often described as a witch by her former acquaintances.
Likes: Alcohol, Drugs, People who dislike Drathonians, Her Old Job, Torturing Drathonians (Part of Her Work)
Dislikes: Rehab, Drathonians, many things.
Goals: Reacquire her previous rank, excel at previous rank, make Drathonians suffer.
History: Cibo comes from a long line of noteworthy military officers and personnel; because of this, her family's downfall was assured in the opening attacks. Her father was a Captain in the rearguard of the retreat while her mother was a particularly gifted Intelligence Officer working alongside him. At the time, her older sister had just graduated from the Academy as an excellent pilot. Meanwhile, the brother was still indecisive about what role he would play in the Terran military.
When the Drathonians attacked, Cibo was a twelve year old girl, and the youngest of the three siblings. If it were not for the Drathonians, she may have been the first of her family in generations not to have an occupation in the military. Instead of becoming an officer, she intended to become a doctor due to her fascination with physiology. During the evacuation of her home planet, she had witnessed the atrocities of the Drathonian war machine firsthand like many, many others. The civilian vessel she was fleeing in was still limping away when it was boarded by the Drathonians. Cibo's sister was outside holding off enemy fighters when she was forced to land for repairs; Cibo, hearing her sister landed on the same ship she was on, rushed to the docking bays. Instead of warm greetings, Cibo somehow killed several Blasters to get to her sister and then dragged her mortally wounded sister into a shuttle. It was only natural that the Drathonian boarders would land in the hanger as well.
As the years flew by, Cibo had begun to slowly recover from her loss. She soon took after her mother and excelled at anything and everything that pertained to Intelligence work. Meanwhile, her older brother preferred to "take it to 'em" in the form of a Terran Marine. At this point, Cibo even found love in the form of a dashing Captain. Sadly, she was dumped on the eve of battle in the worse way possible; a profane Text Message listing her flaws. The ship that the two remaining siblings were on ended up boarded. Soon, the enemy boarders forced their way to the bridge where Cibo watched as her older brother and last living sibling was "painted" on the walls by a particularly energetic Smasher.
After the battle, Cibo proceeded to excessively use her "Advanced Interrogation" skills on her ex-boyfriend as a way of coping with the sudden loss; she had become paranoid and, perhaps reasonably so, believed he dumped her for someone more pretty. A scandal ensued and she found herself severely demoted from her rank of Captain. Soon, Cibo found herself as a Closet Alcoholic and Drug addict. She hid her addiction and vices well from her commanding officers; Cibo firmly believed she would not be an Intelligence Officer worth anything if she couldn't do even that. By a fluke, Cibo was found out and demoted again. She has been working her way back up ever since. Normally, Cibo would have been expunged from the Terran rank and file, but due to her family ties and excellent performance, Rehabilitation was the only other toll she had to pay. Cibo often compares Rehab with losing a sibling again; the grip the numerous chemicals had on her is, and was, very strong. As a result of this bond, Cibo's memories often return as she spirals into withdrawal. She now finds herself transferred to "Battle Hymn", a ship she wrote off as a glory hog and knows little about due to her self centered and narrow minded view. Now, Cibo is once again alone.
-Notes
Appearance: She was once pretty and would be still if it were not for her unpleasantness; Her body, though modest, is enticing while her piercing blue eyes stand out from her shoulder blade length raven hair. Sadly, her job's rigors, combined with the various chemicals she subjects herself to, has been turning some of her hair silver. As of late, she has shown little emotion on her face. What emotions Cibo does show have been known to occasionally have crew members waking up from either blissful dreams or horrifying nightmares; the rumors that surround her are of exaggerated and horrifying legend which offsets her natural looks.
Distinguishing Characteristics: While on the field, she has no distinguishing details other than a black do-rag or bandanna, plus some kind of outfit designed not to stand out. Among "friends", her piercing blue eyes sharply contrast with the general shadow of darkness that she brings with her.
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Gaian Name: Sai Hinoki
-General
Name: Hinoki Sai
Age: 16
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 109 lbs
Species: Human
Job: Engineer
Rank: Private 1st Class
-Psychological
Personality: Hard working and confident. Sai has a determination to get things working again if it takes gauze and a paperclip to hold things together just a little while longer. Give her a machine shop and infinite time and the whole system will work better than it ever has.
Likes: Bubblegum, fixing things, praise for her work
Dislikes: Drathonians, fixing things, gremlins
Goals: To help make a big impact in the war effort. She's not in it for personal glory, but knowing that she managed to deal a significant blow against the Drathonians is all she really wants.
-History
Short History: Sai was too young to remember when the Drathonian attacks started. She and her parents had been lucky to survive, even if the rest of her neighborhood faired poorly. Her father was a mechanic who joined the army to use his skills to help the Republic, while her mother took care of Sai at home. Her father ended up losing an eye and an arm by the time he returned, and it only filled the young girl with a burning passion to carry on in her father's footsteps, using her own mechanical aptitude and determination to stick it to those alien bastards.
Her first assignment was as a fabrication mechanist working in a machine shop, building and modifying whatever was necessary to fix the various broken hardware that came in. She almost got a promotion to battlefield mechanic, but the Drathonians destroyed the fort she was going to be transferred to. Instead she was moved to being a repair technician on board the UTR "Crimson Mask" where the young girl distinguished herself for being able to hold things together in a pinch. When the "Crimson Mask" was damaged beyond repair, it limped back into dock and PFC Hinoki found herself transferred aboard the "Battle Hymn."
-Notes
Appearance: A sweet young girl with short brown hair and bright red eyes who was a bit of a late bloomer, she's still got a bit of baby fat left in her face, but otherwise is developing nicely. She tends to dress a bit messily, but when you're working on the things that make the ship continue to run, commanding officers tend to not notice little things like that.
Distinguishing characteristics: Ripped green jacket (it was her father's), Tool belt, blaster, flash bang and smoke grenades (2 each), a little robot badger named Jimi.
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Gaian Name: Gwathdraug
-General
Name: Adrian Gorefowl
Age: 38 Terran Years
Height: 5” 9’
Weight: 197 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Sniper
Rank: Private Second Class
-Psychological
Personality: Adrian can be very open with people, but usually only if he initiates contact first. He likes a good joke and is often heard saying, “I couldn’t resist saying that one…” If he is given a job he keeps his mind on a task, unless it is the thick of battle where he uses talking as a type of release. This often ends up to be inane comments such as, “Nice weather we’ve got here, eh?” At times, in hand-to-hand fighting, he is known to go mildly berserk; nothing too dangerous but in a delicate situation it may prove unwanted or fatal.
Likes: Adrian prefers a very clear chain of command from the officers, but likes it to be a bit more muddled when it comes to troopers and NCOs. He sees efficiency as one of the key virtues almost as high as loyalty and honour among friends. Before the Treachery he took a liking to falconry.
Dislikes: Adrian has a very low view of people who will waste time when more important things can be accomplished. He despises backstabbers, which has reinforced his loathing of the Drathonians. He has little use for zealots and frowns upon people who act without asking why. He holds his acts of berserk fury in deep contempt.
Goals: He wishes to survive the war if possible, but won’t abandon duty to do so. If he does he plans to continue his career in the military, but apply for a stable posting. Also, maybe, just somewhere he can find a healthy, young pair of Goshawks to breed.
-History
Short History: Adrian pursued his first job as soon as he was eighteen. After five years of work as a civilian electrician he signed up for a stint in the military. Training as infantry and later as a marksman Adrian only served for one year in the military before the Drathonian Treachery. Being estranged from his family and never actually finding what happened to them during this event he considers the most important of the fallen to be Thorsten Jaeger, the closest member of his firing squad to him, and Volos, the Goshawk he used in falconry. Now, fourteen years later, he considers the military to be his number one priority and is constantly trying to improve his efficiency in and out of battle.
-Notes
Appearance: Adrian has a short cut shock of sand-coloured hair, that while not overwhelmed is beginning to be streaked with grey. His green eyes are somewhat blood-shot, due to long hours of work and awareness. He has kept in shape and is well muscled, if a little thin. When in a group he walks standing at his full height, but when alone tends to have a more stooped or looming gait and stick to the shadows.
Distinguishing characteristics: A wide, horizontal burn scar runs along both cheeks and over his hooked, beak-like nose. On the arm of his jacket is a silver shield pin, this pin was given to all of the rearguard during the Drathonian Treachery.
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Gaian Name: Corporal Smiles
-General
Name: Tern Lethern
Age:31
Height: 5'',9'
Weight: 217 pounds
Species: Terran
Job: Demo Expert
Rank: Private 2nd class
-Psychological
Personality: Tern is a simple man, not overly given to introspection or curiosity, not truly caring much for other people and their motivation, foreign and eldritch as they are to him. It's not subtlety that excites him, although he has a somewhat mechanical mind, given to see the workings of things, it's not the clockwork that excites him, but rather what that clock work can do. And in Tern's case this tends to be bombast and explosion. That said Tern is often seen as a stupid man, and while it is true Tern isn't particularly smart, he is cunning and loves to make a fool of people. And subtlety is not his way, no matter how calculating he may be, the end result tends to be an explosion, emotional or incendiary. Tern is, however, quite obedient to his superiors and just likes to get the jobs done. Tern doesn't give much thought to why orders are sent, or the methods he has to employ. He just does them.
Likes: Explosions, machines, self-reliance frankness, honesty and a job well done. It gives Tern no small amount of pleasure to see the arrogant and insolent punished and humiliated.
Dislikes: Ambiguity, inefficiency, and arrogance. Tern hates those who he sees as cowards and weaklings, those who show hesitance, particularly in battle.
Goals: Tern hasn't given much thought to the future, mostly focusing on the present. When he does think it, it is mostly just a vague hope that more, better explosives and weaponry will be produced and that he will last long enough to use it. He enjoys being in the armed forces; the only place he ever received recognition.
-History
Short History: Tern was born out to Lynn and Garret Lethern – both ex-military – out in the woods, 17 years before the betrayal. His father, although not formally trained in explosives, had quite an arsenal of them, with which he and Tern used quite a bit, and soon young Tern had moved on to making his own bombs. When he was 14 Tern started working at a explosives factory, and then went to employ his skills working at farms, repairing tools and exploding tree trunks. Then, when Tern was 17 years of age, the Drathonians struck. Luckily he and his father were out deep in the woods when the strike happened, unfortunately, however, his mother was in town. She died. After the strike Tern was pressured to join the military by his father and soon joined. There he performed well and took demolition courses, at which he excelled. Tern then joined the Navy and was a member of one of the Mars class battleships before he was transferred to The "Battle Hymn"
-Notes
Appearance: Tern is a heft, if heavily muscled, man. His shiny bald head is bowl shaped, with ruddy brown eyes and a large mouth. A thick neck, broad shoulder and torso; surprisingly nimble fingers and two legs stubby like tree-trunks form the rest of his body.
Distinguishing characteristics: Tern's two arms are covered with burn scars and his face often has singe marks as well.
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Gaian Name: SRJJJB
-General
Name: Scy Yawich
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 121lb.
Species: Terran
Job: Marine
Rank: Private Third Class
-Psychological
Personality: Scy is a kind Terran that tries to be helpful to other Terrans at the best of his capabilities. He prioritize other Terrans lives over his own and often does whatever he can to help them. He's very energetic and upbeat and is rarely seen in a negative mood. However Scy is very racist towards aliens since the death of his sister and distrust them. He considers them lower beings with little morals and should be treated as such.
Likes: Killing Drathonians, Boats and Singing.
Dislikes: Aliens
Goals: Making Drathonians go extinct.
-History
Short History: Scy was raised by his adopted sister, Lilian, during his childhood. His parents were already dead and the older girl found him when he was a child. The young girl took him under her wings and raise him as best as she could. He quickly attach himself to her and followed her around as if he was a pocket dog, rarely leaving her side. She showed him how to sail boats, singing and others skills. Sadly at the age of 8 the traitorous Drathonians cause a mass genocide of the Terrans. During this event his sister was killed. This moment scarred the young boy and he swore to avenge her life. While raise as a refugee like others the boy grew a desire to join the military and gain his chance at fighting the aliens. Taking up his sister favorite bandanna and his own memories he sought out to enroll and join the military to fight the alien threat.
-Notes
Appearance: Sci has a oval face. His eyes are bright green and his hair is heavy auburn. His hair is short wavy cut and reach to under his ears. His body is a light built and there little muscles to speak of but his legs seem slightly developed. He always carries his sister's raven bandanna and rarely takes it off, even at night.
Distinguishing characteristics: His bandanna is the most unique feature he has.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 7:43 pm
-general name: zakura ((zaku for short)) age:30 height: 7'0" weight: 250 species:drathonian job:dragoon rank:tyrant -psychological personality:loyal, probably the smartest out of all the drathonians. he is fair and treats his men well. level headed most of the time. loves to kill and slauter anything that gets in his way. likes:killing, chaos, the smell of blood, a good and honorable fight dislikes: pathetic fights, the weak, terrans, altresians goals: to destroy the terrans and altresians, and fight more honorable people -history he was like every other drathonian but a little different. he was the smartest soldier in the army he used his smarts in battle and everything around him and never fought dirty which gained him respect. he quickly moved through the ranks and became a tyrant quickly taking over many planets and destroying many armys so far he has never lost a battle. now he is one of the most feared tyrants and tends to strick fear in the hearts of the weak. -notes appearance: zakuradistingushing featres: the only drathonian that has blades on his arms.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 8:10 pm
Can't really say i want a drathonian Bio yet, they were meant to be mostly NPC's though. I like this bio but I ask that players start their characters at the bottom, as it helps them grow throughout the story. What you have here is a great NPC nemesis. I would reccomend that you play a Terran first so I can see your skills before letting you have a high ranked enemy character. sorry if that dissapoints you any
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:09 pm
nope not at all but if youd don't mind i'll make the terran profile tomarrow
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 9:50 pm
This Old reply has been hijacked to be used for retired or unused characters.
Gaian name: kurohime_ito
-General
Name: Kurohime Ito
Age:18
Height: 5ft 2 inches
Weight: 50kg
Species: Terran
Job: Engineer
Rank razz rivate
-Psychological
Personality: Slightly hyper and very curious Kurhime lives to make things to improve the lives of others.
Likes: Fixing things, taking machines apart to study them
Dislikes: Drathonians (obviously), things she can't fix
Goals: wipe out the Drathonians, invent a 'sonic screwdriver'
-History
Short History: No real memories of her parents since they died when she was 4. She thinks she may have a sibling out there somewhere, but has no information on them. Born on Mars, then evacuated because of the attacks, Kurohime has rarely stayed in one place for long, when she was 14 she left the colony she had been living in and was hitch-hiking on various statships doing odd jobs to earn her keep. She soon discovered a knack for fixing things with whatever was around an developed this ability as much as she could.
Notes
Appearance: (See original post)
Distinguishing characteristics: Her belt, contains everytool she needs to do her job: screwdriver, hammer, mini laser, lockpicks, various chemicals, data pad, and her gun
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Gaian name: Solomon Marquis
Name: Gaius Valerius Canus Regillus.
Age: 18.
Height: 7'6".
Weight: 372lbs.
Species: Altresian.
Job: Crusader.
Rank: Squire.
-Psychological
Personality: Comical, religious, serious, and calculating.
Likes: Altrei, war, women, and friends.
Dislikes: Heretics and traitors.
Goals: To achieve the highest military rank and become the most skilled warrior.
-History
Short History: Gaius was born into a royal family and therefore received extensive training before entering the military. He excelled in many different fields and graduated first in his class.
-Notes
Appearance: Lightly tanned skin, golden hair, cyan eyes, and muscular.
Distinguishing characteristics: Religious tattoos and large scar on chest.
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Gaian Name biggrin ahaka 666
-general
name: zakura shinji zamki
age:20
height:6'3"
weight: 180
species:terran
job:sniper
rank:captain
-psychological
personality:loyal, level headed, can be cruel at times
likes:heavy metal, guns, martial arts
hates:drathonians, the weak, country music, and god
goals: to kill as many dratonians as possible.
-history
short history:
zaku grew up in a loving and very religious famly. one day the planet they were living on was attacked by the drathonians. zaku watched his famly and friends get slaughtered. from that day he disowned his famlys relgion and became some what of a cold hearted p***k over the years. he joined the terrian army in hopes to destroy the drathonians and worked his way up become a great sniper and a captain. one day zaku and his men were ordered to retrived top secert object that a couple of scientest were working on from an abandoned workshop on a planet controled by drathonians. zaku and his best men travled to the planet on a small ship so it wouldn't be detected by the drathonians radar. what they didn't expact was that the workshop was in the middle of the drathonian army. so what zaku did was he ordered his men to seperat the first one to get to the workshop find away to signal the others and head back to the ship. if no one comes back within three hours after the signal is given leave. after he said that they split up and headed for the workshop. getting to the workshop was easy for zaku seeing how he took the roof tops and silently took out most of the gaurds up there. the hard part was getting back to the ship. what he didn't know was that the drathonians knew about there plan thanks to one of there spies. zaku made a signal and headed back to the ship. but the problem was that when he got back to the ship it was being destroyed with his men inside. zaku hid inside one of the abandoned houses and devised a plan to steal a ship and try to fly it. the fallowing morning zaku made his way to a drathonian hanger. now he had wished he had become a pilot. so what he did was a snuck onto one of there fighter planes. ones he was far enough from the planet he killed pilot and tried to fly the thing back home. but not having the experince for it he made a distress signal to the nearest human transport. a couple of days later zaku got back to head quarters he gave the small box to his comanding admiral. the admiral opened the box and took out a small watch. "i did all this for a stupid watch" he said a little aggravated the admiral explained what it was for and what it did. he decided to give it to zaku as a reward and a payment for what he had gone through.
-notes
appearance: in his armor out of armor
distinguishing characteristics: he carries a watch on his wrist with a push of a botton his armor covers his body. and he allways has some sort of a gun on him.
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Gaian Name: Lord Protector Quonar
Name: Roger McArthen
Age: 23
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 170lbs.
Species: Terran
Job: Engineer
Rank:Captain
Personality: He's laid back except when it comes time to put in the extra work. His job is also his hobby, and he takes great pride in making sure that it gets done well. In the fighter hangar, he's a streak of whizzing and clicking, a blur of welding and connecting, but as soon as he walks out of those doors he is perhaps one of the most laid-back, easy-going captains on the ship-- His records say as much, with as many times as he's been scolded for minor procedural technicalities. Thankfully, his efficiency at his job is enough to overlook his flaws, and Roger does his best not to step too heavily on superior's toes.
Likes: Irritating those who adhere to rules like white to rice, decent tools, people who know how to take it easy once in a while.
Dislikes: Superior officers who clash with his personality, pilots who beat the unholy crap out of their fighters, oranges, Plasticon(tm), the planet Mars
Goals: What do all men want? Money, women, glory! Well, sort of. He's not too worried about money, being in the military in a cozy engineering position. Most women on the ship just irk him for wielding protocal like a melee weapon, and he's usually too caught up in some project or another to take much interest in those who aren't. While he's dated a few women off and on through the years, none of them currently serve aboard the Battle Hymn, so he hasn't troubled himself too much with females. As for glory... Well, any position that makes him look cool and still lets him work in the hangar bay is fine with him. No fancy-shmancy Officer position would be worth it if he had to simply sit at a desk, hands bereft of tools.
-History
Short History: His parents both served in the military before him, and so he spent a lot of time in a family style that promoted to-the-letter following of the rules. Having lost his mother at the age of 9, however, he and his father were forced to go through many changes. His father began slipping into the bottle whenever he could, and his son, Roger, began taking over any work that he could. His father passed away when Roger was 15, ironically of liver disease. Roger used his father's contacts to get himself a position in the backlines of the war that had been going on for years now. His handiwork with a wrench and torch earned him a few friends as he worked his way through the various basic academies, which he passed with flying colours due to his prior experience. The brass noticed this, and set him to work with countless others on a new project they had begun developing, with more than enough building to go around for everyone.
Now, at the age of 23, Roger is serving aboard that very project, the Battle Hymn. He knows the ins and outs of a decent portion of the ship, but his specialty is the hangar bay. Fighters coming in and going out receive his skilled hand at repairs and maintenance. He's even been scolded twice by some of the top officers for modifying fighters in ways that, according to him, improved the ship's performance by at least 25% all around. However, the rules and protocol were there to slap him in the face. Some of the Engineering Officers noticed this and promoted him to Captain, where he'd have a bit more freedom to experiment (within controlled climates, however.) while still doing the much-needed repair work on the hundreds of fighters the Battle Hymn supports.
Appearance: He is well-muscled from his work, but is hardly comparable to a marine or body builder. Short brown hair is slicked back most of the time, and light blue eyes give him an empathic look. A bit of fur on his face and a warm smile almost seem awkward amongst the focused and tired of the ship's crew. He's not the most nimble or dexterous of men, but whatever he can't do, tools probably can.
Distinguishing characteristics: His loose adherence to the rules, at best, may draw attention from some. He is often sporting a hip new grease stain or oil splotch, which some of his co-workers think go lovely with his eyes. It's not his fault the superiors think it crude!
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Gaian Name: calcifer9
-General
Name: Darian Alentar
Age: 34
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 172lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank razz rivate
-Psychological
Personality: Darian is a quiet person. He tends to avoid making personal connections with others. Many of the Battle Hymn's crew think him to be aloof because of these traits. But the pilots in his squad have come to know that he can be counted on to do his job.
Likes: Literature, his ship, straight talk, and life in general.
Dislikes: Drathonians, death, people tampering with his ship without his permission, and betrayal.
Goals: He focuses on the near future, his main goal being to survive to see another day.
-History
Short History: He was born during the years before the Drathonian betrayal. When he came of age he joined the the Terran Navy to pursue his dream of becoming a pilot. He was still in the Academy when the war started. Darian's family was on one of the first worlds to be destroyed. For a while, he dreamed of nothing but revenge. After his first encounters with battle, he became focused on surviving. Of the first pilot squad he joined, only three are still alive.
-Notes
Appearance: Like most pilots he is somewhat short. His build is lean but muscular. He has short cropped black hair and piercing brown eyes. He is usually very tense.
Distinguishing characteristics: His left hand has a burn mark from a blown fuse in the cockpit during a routine flight. This caused his distrust of most maintenance workers. He has a scar on his forehead and a slight limp which he obtained from a crash landing in the battle over epsilon 4, A battle that he is still surprised that he survived.
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Gaian Name: Pipicat
-General
Name: Anita Chance
Age: 27
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 105 lbs
Species: Human
Job: Medical officer
Rank: Private
-Psychological
Personality: Anita definitely needs to work on her bedside manner. She is constantly making cynical remarks against anyone she faintly dislikes, which is everyone. She is also very blunt and speaks her mind. If you ask her something you should be ready for a brutally honest response. However callous she is normally, it seems like she gets very tender and quiet when dealing with death. She is only tender towards when they are definitely going to die. Otherwise she remains detached from all her patients in a professional manner, with only a few exceptions. Anita always wanted to be an etymologist but in a time of war that was no viable job so she became a doctor instead, this led to her keeping a rather large collection of alien and exotic bugs in her quarters. Most people see her as arrogant but she simply doesn't hide the fact that she's a excellent doctor and knows it. She has obtained a few friends that don't mind her jokes and ego and see her as the slightly playful girl on the inside she usually conceals.
Likes: Bugs, practicing medicine, soda, a good book, debating, and cats
Dislikes: annoying patients, fighting (physically), idiotic people in general, being bossed around and Drathonians.
Goals: To become the greatest doctor the universe has ever seen and to support the end of war.
-History
Short History: Both Anita's father and mother were both toughened veterans of war, they loved it and they were expert pilots. When Anita was born it wasn't going to change anything, she was mostly cared for by non-military personal and traveled alone on a separate ship that followed the large military space ship her parents worked and lived in. Growing up and seeing all the battles that her parents fought in quickly gave her a revulsion to violence. She refused to take any part in it. Since the children onboard were all being trained for some sort of military position, Anita took the only non-violent job she was good at, being a doctor. She was easily a prodigy and by the time her parents died she was completely independent. She signed onto the battleship hoping to help aid fallen troops and help end the war.
-Notes
Appearance: Anita is short, skinny and not very intimidating looking. She has large chocolate brown eyes and a delicate nose and mouth. She makes up for her short stature with her attitude and her mouth is usually curled up in a smirk or down into a grimace. She wears typical doctor clothing, usually a white lab coat with various instruments in the pocket over a tank top and slacks. A pair of reading glasses sits upon her nose most of the time but she's replaced the lenses with magnifying glasses to help her when she's doing delicate doctoring. Anita is actually 1/4 African American and her skin is dark, although not as dark as it could be. It is highly contrasted by her shoulder length, light blonde hair.
Distinguishing characteristics: A white DNA tattoo runs from the base of her spine to the base of her neck and a pale scar is present across her belly.
***Gaian Name: Kind Stranger
-General
Name: Samir Duran
Age: 28
Height: 6'5"
Weight: 176 lbs
Species: Yerk Infested Human
Job: Originally a Pilot, but adjusted to be an all-around soldier
Rank: Private
-Psychological
Personality: Always seemingly calm, but also seldome smiles, always hiding everything that goes along in his mind, creating that certain air of mystery around himself. He's a type of person that gets to the point and could much care less about how people think about him.
Likes: serious people, obedient people, dead enemies, and chocolate; is fascinated by fire and water.
Dislikes: carefree people, timid people, liars, people who beat around the bush, idiots, Drathonians, and having the knowledge of the Yerken race revealed.
Goals: Samir's goals were intertwined with the Yerks' that "controlled" him. He wished the destruction of the Drathonian race, and for the Yerken race to enslave all living things in the universe.
-History
Short History: Samir was only 12 years old when the years of Drathonian betrayal abruptly came and changed his life forever. His mother and father were astronauts who specialized in space exploration and so he always had to travel year by year in the very edge of the Terran colonial territories, making his life somewhat lonely. Nevertheless, he lived a happy life, even if it meant seeing his parents only once every week. The newly established colony they were in was so insignificant that the Drathonians didn't bother invading them, busy with destroying the densely populated Terran colonies far away. They could have lived simple lives, in eternal fear of when their colony would get noticed and invaded as well, but the Duran couple decided not to wait for that moment. They launched a space shuttle deep into the devastated Terran regions bringing as much supplies as they could, to provide relief for any survivors that could be depending on their arrival. Samir didn't want them to go, or at least go with them, but they denied him, and left him alone, in the small Terran colony. He never heard of them again.
2 years passed, and Samir's seemingly bleak home was discovered by some Terran forces seeking refuge from a hard fought battle. They told him of the great Terran devastation the Drathonians had caussed and this only angered and convinced Samir more and more that his parents were dead, killed by those serpentine monsters. He joined the Terran military and proved to be an ace soldier in hand in hand combat and sharp shooting, and was also a highly skilled pilot. The higher ups didn't know where to place him but the Terran fleet's desperate need for new recruits gave the final decision. He bonded easily with his fellow pilots and won significant missions, being heralded as among the greatest.
Then came one fateful mission. A Terran fleet went head to head with a Drathonian fleet two to three times larger above a large clouded world named as Trek. Despite the Terrans' tactical advantages, the Drathonians kept on recieving a lot more reinforcements than the Terrans did, which inevitably forced them to retreat. Samir was among those forces that were to hold back the enemy for the main ships to retreat. The retreat was a success, at the expense of several crafts, such as Samir's Scimitar Starfighter. He was shot down, and was forced to make a crash landing for the strange world that not much information was available of. He fell into a pool of dirty water, with strange slug like things swimming in it. He could feel a ferociously painful headache as these things dug deep into his skull and at first seemed to feed off his brain before finally settling into it like parasites.
They strived to force him into subjection, but somehow failed from his sheer determination. They conversed with him through his head, and spoke of the Drathonians being their enemy as well, killing off their hosts in their private world of Trek. They convinced him of a master plan to wipe out the Drathonians as a compromise to preserve both the Yerken and Human races, if he'd obediently offer them his assistance. He accepted, and in turn, his psychic abilities became so much more powerful, with the Yerks' specialized mental abilities - only effective with hosts. None of his old team survived the battle with the Drathonians that forced him intot he crash landing into Trek, but they were replaced by the Yerks' hosts, the Groods, vaguely humanoid, but larger and much more muscular, and had those extended tendrils that served as antennas for psychic connection among the Yerks. The Groods, in joint forces with the Terrans, used Terran technology to fight as separate Terran divisions. Duran was among one of those divisions, with one of the Groods being their captain. The Groods proved to be quite notorious, at par with that of Terran Special Forces, but remained to be in the shadows, much more for the slug beings that controlled them, mistaken as human elites by the Drathonians most of the time.
-Notes
Appearance:
Samir Duran, age 28
Duran was very muscular and agile, due to a lot of extreme physical conditioning in constant strife for surviival and in battles, as well as the powerful influence by his psychic ability to empower and exceed his physical limits.
Common Grood
Because the Groods were constantly in battle, their numbers severly lacking from being exterminated by the Drathonians, they kept on getting injured, losing body parts from time to time. The Yerks cannot afford to lose any more hosts, so they took advantage of the terran technology of robotics, and replaced the lost limbs and organs with mechanical parts. This allowed them to attach beam sabers on their arms for better hand in hand combat.
Distinguishing characteristics: He has a powerful psychic abiltiy and is "one" with the Yerks in his head, but from outside, he appears to be like any other normal Terran Soldier.
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Gaian Name: Automatov
-General
Name: Edward "Doc" Victor
Age: 18
Height: 5' 10''
Weight: 168lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Combat Medic
Rank: Private
-Psychological
Personality: Normally a light hearted and care free person, he is easily intimidated, and is quiet when first meeting new people. Though when he's with someone he's comfortable with he opens up. He cares greatly about the people he serves with, and often believes their life is in his hands. He has a very hard time dealing with death, and will often blame him self for the person's death if he is unable to save them. He is fascinated by other species and cultures, and often likes to bring back "souvenirs" from the field. He also always feels the need to be on good terms with everyone, even if they dislike him.
Likes: Life, being humble, saving others, keeping fit (mentally, physically, and in weapon proficiency), collecting souvenirs, and weaponry.
Dislikes: Death, egotistical people, Drathonians, and arguing.
Goals: To serve and protect his comrades to his fullest, even if it means his own death. Also hopefully to see the end of the war.
-History
Short History: Edward grew up in a small urban household on a heavily populated planet with his father, mother, and older sister. His parents former medical officers, worked at a local hospital. For the first four years of his life the hospital was practically Edward's only world. Shortly after his fourth birthday the Drathonians betrayed humanity and attacked, destroying the majority of the planet. Edward and his sister barely escaped, but at the tragic loss of both their parents. After spending a year wandering, Edward and his sister found a home on a small colony near the outskirts of Terran territory, and tried to start a new life. Eventually Edward's sister sent him to a boardinghouse to live, and enlisted in the military as a pilot. A few months later she died when the academy she was training at, was attacked by a Drathonian raiding party.
Edward at the age of sixteen eventually enlisted in the military with a fake consent form he had forged. Edward went through basic and received his CMB with flying colors. His proficiency in advanced medical combat training, and combat simulation, earned him a spot on the Battle Hymm, as primary assault combat medic. He is still green, and lacks experience in the actual combat though.
-Notes
Appearance: Light skined, his body is toned, athletically built, yet somewhat slim from physical training. His hair is dirty blond, short and slightly spiked. His deep green eyes have a sense of calm and understanding. He has a boyish slim face, which he keeps clean-shaven, and his smile is warm and kind, usually giving a friendly smirk. He dresses in standard two-piece green BDU, on each shoulder the medic logo is embroidered.
Distinguishing characteristics: Green BDU, carries a utility pouch on the left side of his pistol belt, his combat helmet says "doc" above the visor. And also has it printed on the back of his armor. Only wears his armor in combat situations, finds it too uncomfortable to wear all the time.
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Gaian Name: Sheer_Insanity
-General
Name: Meigan "Mei" Eevane
Age: 20
Height: 5'7
Weight: 100lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Terran marine
Rank razz rivate second class
-Psychological
Personality: Meigan's clumsy disposition is always drawing lots of trouble and unwanted attention towards her, but when faced with a challenge her movements are very agile and furtive. She is very serious on rare occasions, but her childlike behavior usually gets the best of her. Her extreme cheerfulness is balanced out by her tendency to get overly upset over small details, and while she does everything she can to make things right she usually ends up falling flat on her face. Despite her habit of accidentily breaking everything within a 5' radius of her, she is a good friend to all that come accross her and likely a worthy ally.
Likes: People, weapons, and target practice (bad combination, no?).
Dislikes: Her clumsiness and small mishaps (another bad combination).
Goals: Did want to be a well known admiral of a large battleship, but now just wants to be the best marksman that she can be.
-History
Short History: Meigan grew up on a large militaristic planet populated by a majority of terrans with very few exceptions. Her mother was a typical stay-at-home wife while her father was a well known admiral of a battleship known as the Seline. Meigan always admired her father and wanted to be a battleship admiral just like him. When Meigan was only six her father was killed in battle when the Drathonians attacked. Meigan and her mother evacuated to a safer planet. Meigan dedicated the rest of her life to becoming an admiral just like her father. To everyone's surprise she became the top in her class of battleship trainees and quickly accomplished her dream of becoming an admiral. But her clumsy nature caused her battleship crew to lose faith in her and a majority of them left. She only had around 20 faithful crew afterwards, so she resigned as admiral and left. She did her best to erase her failed past and is now just a simple marine. Meigan keeps her past a secret from everyone.
-Notes
Appearance: Meigan wears a skin-tight, white body suit with two simple energy blasters attached to both her thighs. She has long blonde hair which she usually keeps tied up in a ponytail, revealing her light purple eyes.
Distinguishing characteristics: Always has her energy blasters with her.
***
Gaian Name: SirBayer
-General
Name: Thomas “The Tank” Peterson
Age: 23
Height: 6’ 2”
Weight: 240 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Marine
Rank: Private second class
-Psychological
Personality: Thomas generally presents an image of a fearsome killing machine. This isn’t well deserved; he’s gruff, but he’s likeable enough. He doesn’t go easy by a long shot; he’s rough but he’s not malicious. His sense of humor has pulled him through a lot of emotional pains that would otherwise have crushed him. He’s very straightforward, and is occasionally too honest.
Likes: Fighting, firearms, the Republic, matches of strength, old Earth heavy metal, food, explosives.
Dislikes: Fools, Drathonians, back-stabbers, liars, the color pink, needlessly killing.
Goals: Tom isn’t exactly sure what his goals for the future are, just yet. He hasn’t got a family, so he thinks about starting his own. His goal in the meantime, however, is to crush the Drathonians, even if he has to do it by himself with no ammunition.
-History
Short History: Losing his parents at the age of nine didn’t affect Tom as much as it would seem it should. He loved his parents, but he let their deaths go, believing they had moved on to a life they would enjoy more. It did, however, motivate him to join the armed forces later in life when most of everything was gone already. He’d been saved by a squad of Marines during the initial attack; they got him away, to a Mars class destroyer, sent him off towards safety. He learned later they died in the following conflict. That wasn’t the end of it, though; on the way to the nearest safehouse, the Mars class destroyer was intercepted by a Drake class battle cruiser. The fight barely lasted for a minute. Tom barely made it to the escape pods. Another destroyer picked him up and took him to safety. He lived on the ship for the nine years it took for him to become of military age. Finally having a greater purpose for his life, he set off training, building his strength to get ready for his little personal vendetta…
-Notes
Appearance: The name “Tank” didn’t come from nowhere. Tom is built like his nickname. This doesn’t mean His hair is shaved close to his head, too short to be a more specific color than “dark.” His eyes match the same description, simply dark, but sparkling with a fair dab of humor. His uniform is heavy, with medium-weight plates protecting his chest, shoulders, stomach, elbows, and knees. This doesn’t slow him down much; in fact, it gives him more momentum if he gets charging. The uniform itself is made up of light-weight armor scales, giving him a slight extra touch of protection.
Distinguishing characteristics: A combat knife belted around his right thigh; a scar marking the front of his right shoulder.
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Gaian Name: Ard Rys Grianne
-General
Name: Clarissa Rose
Age: 24
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 101lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Sniper
Rank: Private second class
-Psychological
Personality: Clarissa is a serious person for a large majority of the time, and she is always a very patient person. She is also very stubborn and is always ready to fight for something if required. But when she is not working, and when she is around people she likes, she can lighten a bit.
Likes: Working, target practice, reading romance novels, and looking for her fiancee.
Dislikes: Slackers, people with poor aim, feeling useless, horror novels and movies, and Italian food.
-History
Short History: Clarissa grew up as the daughter of two soldiers. Her mother, Sarah, was a marine and her father, Jacob, was a pilot. When she was young her mother died in combat and was raised by her father on board one of the starships within the terran fleet. While growing up she always felt like she was being a burden on others and was therefore always going around seeing if anybody needed help doing any kind of job. Doing this she received basic practice in helping mechanics fix ships and fighters, she watched soldiers training for combat, and she learned other assorted skills like cooking and navigation. None of the fields she helped with were very interesting to her and she mainly forgot most of the skills she had learned, but she did find a hobby in practicing her marksmanship when the opportunity showed itself. And it was around the age of 14 that Clarissa decided that she wanted to train to become a military sniper.
Her father, when he had heard of what she had decided on as a career, laughed and would bring up from then on how much Clarissa reminded him of her mother. She always hated when he talked like that, it made her feel odd.
When she was 16 and a few years away from going into the military her father came up to her and said that he had arranged a marriage for her between her and the son of one of his pilot friends, Mark Kerning, in Green Squadron. Whether her father was joking or not didn't matter to her, she set her mind right away to marrying the son.
-Notes
Appearance: Clarissa has lightly tanned skin, a lean and limber body, and short black hair just a few inches in length. She has sharp blue eyes that contrast the other features on her thin face.
Distinguishing characteristics: Clarissa takes great care of her personal hygiene(even more so than military regulation requires) in the event that she unexpectedly runs into her fiancee.
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Gaian Name: Chibi-Teddo
-General
Name: Jack "Orko" Gallagher
Age: 33
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 180 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Marine Sniper / Brawler
Rank razz rivate second class
-Psychological
Personality: Any time outside a mission, Jack is a quiet and reserved man. While everyone talks on the way to an insertion point, Jack sits quietly, staring into space. Once in the field, however, he's a different man. Jack can snipe out three Drathonians within five seconds, and boasts about it to his comrades while in combat. The words most commonly heard out of his mouth are probably "BOOM! HEADSHOT!" Jack's fierce, albeit commical, combat nature has earned him the nickname "Orko", after an ancient children's cartoon hero. Jack's history of prison time has made him a gruff man, and it shows whenever he's approached.
Likes: Killing, jokes, Altresian women, and secretly enjoys old science fiction books.
Dislikes: Drathonians, cops, authority figures, and basically anyone who tries to push him around.
Goals: Jack just wants to kill enough Drathonian scum to even out the misdeeds he's commited.
-History
Short History: Jack was thrown into prison 16 years ago for murdering a Drathonian in cold blood. This was before they had showed their true colors, so the government saw him as a criminal instead of someone who knew the true nature of the reptilians. Jack was put into a maximum security prison on an asteroid, left to rot with the most vile criminals in the galaxy. For 14 years he experienced the worst possible facets of human life. Two years ago, the military was running low on soldiers. All the prisons were emptied, and the inmates given the choice of fighting the Drathonians or waiting for them to come kill them. Jack enlists, and quickly excels in both hand-to-hand combat and marksmanship. Upon being released from prison, Jack also learns that his only family, his younger brother, was killed 9 years ago in a Drathonian attack on their colony. Jack kills the lizards with a passion now, hoping that each kill brings him closer to redeeming himself for abandoning his brother.
-Notes
Appearance: Yes. He looks like Marcus from Gears of War. And no, I don't even own an xbox.
Distinguishing characteristics: The only really distinguishing characteristic of Jack is the tattoo inscribed on his shoulder with his brother's name, and below it the words "Forgive me".
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-General
Name: Raji Sedhik
Age: 20
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Species: Terran
Job: Pilot
Rank razz rivate Second Class
-Psychological
Personality: Raji is a chipper girl with a love for flying. She's straightforward and sweet, but errs on the side of being easily manipulated. She comes from a huge family, and is used to always having to listen to everyone bigger than her. Her over-trusting nature is balanced by the fact that she doesn't like associating with men. Though not necessarily gay, she seems to have more interest in other women than men.
Likes: curry, being alone in space, shiny new scimmies
Dislikes: men, fighting, loud noises
Goals: To help the UTR.
-History
Short History: Raji is the ninth child in her extended family of twenty-three brothers, sisters, and cousins. Her family is very social, despite the fact that they are spread throughout the cosmos. When the Drathonian betrayal occurred, she lost several aunts, uncles, and cousins on several planets. Her father is a section manager of a large power conduit production firm, so luckily her family was living on a rimworld where the company's manufacturing base was. Raji always like flying and the peace of space, so when she decided to join the military, she immediately opted to become a pilot. While Raji has her own reservations about the violence involved, she won't soon forget her lost family members.
-Notes
Appearance: Raji is a short, dark-skinned woman with straight black hair to her shoulders and an unblemished face. She has very smooth Indian features on her small, child-like head. Her eyes are deep brown. Her build is very slim, and she is very physically fragile for a soldier.
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Gaian Name: Chibi-Teddo
-General
Name: Aurelia Braxis
Age: 21
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 93 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Com & Ops, deck officer
Rank: Ensign
-Psychological
Personality: Giddy, upbeat, optimistic, fun-loving, hyperactive.
Likes: Just about anything.
Dislikes: Gross stuff, especially Drathonians.
Goals: Wants to become the captain of a vessel.
-History
Short History: Aurelia was picked up for duty on the Hymn fresh out of the (newly re-established) United Terran Republic Naval Officer Academy & College. She showed exceptional talent in communications and operations coordination. Her multitasking skills are almost up to par with that of an Avatar unit. Aurelia was raised in the southern rimworld sector, on the edges of Altresian space. She grew up with her grandparents after the age of 7. Her parents worked in R&D at the main Terra Naval Research Center. The family managed to escape the attack on Terra, after which Aurelia was sent to the rimworld sector. Her parents continued to work on new military technologies, until they were finally killed in a planetary assault 3 years later. Aurelia was thankfully able to cope with their deaths, using it as a driving motivation to do her best to help mankind. Originally she attempted to enter the R&D division of the Naval Engineering Corps, but her talent as a commander quickly got her transferred to the Academy.
-Notes
Appearance: Just look at the damn picture xD
Distinguishing characteristics: Fantastically long blue hair, tied into two pigtails.
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General
Gaian Name: Dark Angel of Sol
Name: Dante Sol
Age: 19
Height: 6' 2”
Weight: 180
Species: Terran
Job: Engineer
Rank razz rivate Second Class
-Psychological
Personality: Dante is kind and helpful. He is the kinda guy who if you harmed his friend you harmed him. Being the raised on a ship has increased his manners a lot. He is courteous to women, shows respect to everyone he doesn't know well, and he never gossips. Though most has his respect at the beginning, it's hard to get it back after it's lost.
Likes: Tinkering, Reading, Talking with people, Body repairs, Dating
Dislikes: Jerks, Disrespect for tech, Changing ship fluids.
Goals: To become a Chief Engineer
-History
Short History:
Dante was five at the time of the attack. His family was staying the night at a hotel while the destroyer was being resupplied. He didn't know what was going on. Everyone was panicking. He saw a look on his father's face that will never leave his mind. His father, his mother, and him, “stole” a car after there own car was “stolen” and drove to the T.R.S. Chaos. The carnage was massive as Dante's mother held his head against her chest to hide his eye to the horror. As the car was getting to the ship, They slowed to be accompanied by an armed transport group. When they were about 80 feet, a Drathonian Flyer popped out the from behind the ship and fired a low level energy missile that hit next to the car. Most Died in that explosion; however, Dante was saved due to the car and his mother's body. One of the few surviving soldiers found Dante barely breathing. He took Dante to the ship where soon after Corporal Shawn Goodwill had his last breath.
You could say Dante became the T.R.S. Chaos's hopes and dreams. Formally adopted by Private First Class John Weller, Dante spent a lot of time wondering the ship and watching the engineering crew work on ships. He has seen some things that even some officers don't see. Sense there wasn't much for a young boy to do on a Destroyer so When he wasn't watching the Engineers, he was reading whatever he could get his hands on including upper level math and science courses, declassified blueprints, and fiction books. Later on one of the exploration staff found one of the last copies of the bible ever. Dante found it interesting to read but never got the worshiping. John and the rest of the ship's crew would spend a lot of money on book discs for Dante. When Dante got older, He started learning many different trades on the ship. He learned how to fly a starship when there was no danger, the physical limits of the body, how to fire a gun, and how to fix a starship.
When Dante turned 16 he when to a republic training school when he spent six months training to become a soldier. It was the first time he was without anyone from the ship for such a long period of time. Though he was scared pretty badly, He mad it out a stronger and more independent person. When Dante took a skills test, he found that he had to highest skill in math and engineering. He was admitted to the next phase for 16 weeks. He graduated at the top of his class and found himself reassigned to the T.R.S. Chaos. Back full circle, Dante kept on working eventually becoming second head of engineering. One day he had gotten a message that he was going to transfer to the Battle Hymn.
-Notes
Appearance: http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z61/uBpNegima/anime_fire_vile-1.png
Dante has lightly colored skin with a lean, lightly muscled skin. He has light brown hair and blue eyes.
Distinguishing characteristics: 2 tattoos. One on the back of the left shoulder that says “Chaos Never Dies” with a picture of a destroyer in the middle and a similar one under his right that says “Last Hope” with a picture of the Battle Hymn.
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Posted: Sun Aug 05, 2007 11:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 4:14 am
one question - what tech level are we working with here, are we talking super lasers, plasma guns, or are we talking basic laser pistols and a lot of current say tools and equipment. It's kinda important for my character idea. -General Name: Kurohime Ito Age:18 Height: 5ft 2 inches Weight: 50kg Species: Terran Job: Engineer Rank razz rivate -Psychological Personality: Slightly hyper and very curious Kurhime lives to make things to improve the lives of others. Edit - also has the motto when dealing with machines - "If in doubt, the hammer works best." Likes: Fixing things, taking machines apart to study them Dislikes: Drathonians (obviously), things she can't fix Goals: wipe out the Drathonians, invent a 'sonic screwdriver' -History Short History: No real memories of her parents since they died when she was 4. She thinks she may have a sibling out there somewhere, but has no information on them. Born on Mars, then evacuated because of the attacks, Kurohime has rarely stayed in one place for long, when she was 14 she left the colony she had been living in and was hitch-hiking on various statships doing odd jobs to earn her keep. She soon discovered a knack for fixing things with whatever was around an developed this ability as much as she could. Notes Appearance: piccieDistinguishing characteristics: Her belt, contains everytool she needs to do her job: screwdriver, hammer, mini laser, lockpicks, various chemicals, data pad, and her gun (current;y laser pistol, but can change if tech level dictates)
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 10:41 am
Name: Gaius Valerius Canus Regillus.
Age: 18.
Height: 7'6".
Weight: 372lbs.
Species: Altresian.
Job: Crusader.
Rank: Squire.
-Psychological
Personality: Comical, religious, serious, and calculating.
Likes: Altrei, war, women, and friends.
Dislikes: Heretics and traitors.
Goals: To achieve the highest military rank and become the most skilled warrior.
-History
Short History: Gaius was born into a royal family and therefore received extensive training before entering the military. He excelled in many different fields and graduated first in his class.
-Notes
Appearance: Lightly tanned skin, golden hair, cyan eyes, and muscular.
Distinguishing characteristics: Religious tattoos and large scar on chest.
Altresian Ranking System: Squire, Knight, Champion, Crusader, Paladin.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 1:16 pm
-general name: zakura shinji zamki age:20 height:6'3" weight: 180 species:terran job:sniper rank:captain -psychological personality:loyal, level headed, can be cruel at times likes:heavy metal, guns, martial arts hates:drathonians, the weak, country music, and god goals: to kill as many dratonians as possible. -history short history: zaku grew up in a loving and very religious famly. one day the planet they were living on was attacked by the drathonians. zaku watched his famly and friends get slaughtered. from that day he disowned his famlys relgion and became some what of a cold hearted p***k over the years. he joined the terrian army in hopes to destroy the drathonians and worked his way up become a great sniper and a captain. one day zaku and his men were ordered to retrived top secert object that a couple of scientest were working on from an abandoned workshop on a planet controled by drathonians. zaku and his best men travled to the planet on a small ship so it wouldn't be detected by the drathonians radar. what they didn't expact was that the workshop was in the middle of the drathonian army. so what zaku did was he ordered his men to seperat the first one to get to the workshop find away to signal the others and head back to the ship. if no one comes back within three hours after the signal is given leave. after he said that they split up and headed for the workshop. getting to the workshop was easy for zaku seeing how he took the roof tops and silently took out most of the gaurds up there. the hard part was getting back to the ship. what he didn't know was that the drathonians knew about there plan thanks to one of there spies. zaku made a signal and headed back to the ship. but the problem was that when he got back to the ship it was being destroyed with his men inside. zaku hid inside one of the abandoned houses and devised a plan to steal a ship and try to fly it. the fallowing morning zaku made his way to a drathonian hanger. now he had wished he had become a pilot. so what he did was a snuck onto one of there fighter planes. ones he was far enough from the planet he killed pilot and tried to fly the thing back home. but not having the experince for it he made a distress signal to the nearest human transport. a couple of days later zaku got back to head quarters he gave the small box to his comanding admiral. the admiral opened the box and took out a small watch. "i did all this for a stupid watch" he said a little aggravated the admiral explained what it was for and what it did. he decided to give it to zaku as a reward and a payment for what he had gone through. -notes appearance: in his armor out of armordistinguishing characteristics: he carries a watch on his wrist with a push of a botton his armor covers his body. and he allways has some sort of a gun on him. ((edit hope this is better))
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:19 pm
Quote: one question - what tech level are we working with here, are we talking super lasers, plasma guns, or are we talking basic laser pistols and a lot of current say tools and equipment. It's kinda important for my character idea. Yep, super lasers and the like.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:26 pm
Quote: appearance: in his armor out of armor distinguishing characteristics: he carries a watch on his wrist with a push of a botton his armor covers his body. and he allways has some sort of a gun on him. The armor is a bit much, but other than that it all works out, If you can tell me where and how he got it, I'll be more willing to let it go, Other than that, great bio.
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