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 Posted: Fri Dec 11, 2009 11:50 pm
Gaian Name: Straken Lord Riverine
-General
Name: Sean Kerning
Age: 87
Height: 5'11”
Weight: 165lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Vice Admiral
Rank: Vice Admiral
-Psychological
Personality: Sean has been a military man all his life, and after long years of service, as well as seeing many friends die, the once warm and very easy going man has been left with a very blunt outlook and a hard outer shell. He has a mathematical mind and always calculates and plans his moves before hand.
Likes: Iced tea, remembering the good old days, his grandson, jazz music, chess
Dislikes: People who whine, dumbasses, video games, thinking about his son's death
Goals: Come out of retirement and do what he can to help end the war as soon as possible, so he can live out the rest of his days in peace with his wife.
-History
Short History: Sean was born, and lived, decades before the Drathonian betrayal. The son of Richard Kerning, who was an officer within the military, he was moved around frequently during his early life. Due to strong influences from his father, Sean enrolled into active service at the age of 18. After boot camp he decided to specialize as a pilot. After secondary education, Sean was put into Green Squadron as Green Ten.
Over the years he fought several engagements, most of which consisted of putting down would be rebellions, and began to rise through the ranks. Seven years past and Sean had been promoted to Captain and became second in command of Green Squadron.
Sean, now 30, had since been promoted to Major, and, after a tragic end due to an ambush set up by rebels while on a scouting mission, he took over as acting CO of Green Squadron after the death of the former CO. Not escaping unscathed himself, he spent time on a medical frigate recovering. It was here where Sean would meet a nurse by the name of Jana, she would one day become his wife.
Less than a year later the two were married and Jana became pregnant. The baby was a boy, and Sean named him Marcus. The boy was the single best thing that had ever happened to Sean. The aging pilot adored the boy and hated every moment he had to spend away from the boy.
More years passed and Sean, now almost 48, was getting on in years. His son, Marcus, joined the military and trained as a pilot. By age 18 Sean's son was a prodigy and was flying in Green Squadron under the command of his father, but after Sean was almost killed in a later skirmish as a result of breaking formation in order to help his son, the old pilot figured it was about time for him to get off of the front lines.
He thus applied for a position as a member aboard the bridge of Green Squadron's base ship. He was given the role of Head Navigator, which, to Sean's surprise, he was good at. With a naturally calculating mind, Sean was very good at working in the course of astro-navigation. While in this position, Sean devised several new techniques that are now used fleet wide for faster-than-light travel.
By the age of 55, Sean had grown tired of military life and retired.
Sean received the best retirement present he could have asked for. He was going to be a grandfather. Unfortunately, due to complications with the child birth, Marcus' wife passed away. The two offered to help raise the newborn baby, as Marcus was only 20 and also active CO of Green Squadron, but the young man refused.
Seven years later, Sean and his wife Jana received word that their son was fatally wounded during a practice mission. Apparently there was a malfunction somewhere within the engines which resulted in Marcus' ship breaking apart during a high-stress maneuver. The two parents were devastated, and the only thing left to remember their child was their orphaned grandson, Steven, who they took in.
Sean, despite how much he cherished his grandchild, had already been scarred more than any battle wound could. For the longest time whenever he looked at Steven, it was always was a painful look on his face.
It was the death of his son that pushed Sean over the edge and irreversibly changed his personality.
As time passed, the pain of losing his only son diminished, but never really went away. Sean did manage to devote himself now to making up for the loss of his son by doing all he could to make sure Steven was raised properly.
Years later, after convinced he had cried his last tear after the death of his son, he teared up one last time as his Steven went off to start pilots training just like past generations.
Now, after his long time retirement home Ovid was suddenly and brutally attacked by the Drathonians, and narrowly escaping the moon in the following evacuation, he has received an offer to come out of retirement and take up a roll as a Vice Admiral for the Terran Fleet. Following in the footsteps of the immortalized Cinncinnatus, he agreed to come back solely for the purpose of aiding the pursuit of a quick finish to the war so that he can go back and live out the rest of his life in peace.
-Notes
Appearance: Sean is very healthy for his age thanks to a lifetime of military conditioning and just plain stubbornness. He has managed to maintain a full head of snowy white hair with signs of balding off to the sides of his widow's peak. He has a strong jaw line and keeps his face clean shaved. His skin is tanned from the summers on the moon of Ovid III.
Distinguishing characteristics: His faced is lined with deep stress wrinkles.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:09 am
Awesome.
Instapproved Old man, as he is important to PLOT and such.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 12:20 am
Gaian Name:
-General
Name: Istvan Villanovich Plutanovicz
Age:160
Height: 5'11
Weight: 130
Species: Terran
Job: Engineer/mad scientist
Rank:Unranked
-Psychological
Personality: Istvan is a crazy, somewhat dirty old man. As a natural Genius, he is eccentric and somewhat socially awkward, but he doesn't seem to care. As old as he is, nothing seems to phaze him.
Likes: Science, designing things, talking about 'Back in his day'
Dislikes: Kids these days. The state of Politics. The food on starbases.
Goals: Not even he knows
-History
Short History: To put it short, Istvan has lived way too much to put into words. After figuring out how to make Shielding work for both Physical objects and energy-based weapons, he went on to invent hundreds of commonly used items, as well as patenting thousands of ways to do things better than they had been done before. he has won so many awards that, melted down, the raw metals bought him an entire continent on Ovid as his own private haven. After living in obscurity for Several long decades, Ovid III was attacked, driving istvan out from his hiding place and back into the world at large. Deciding to follow one of his projects, Istvan forced his way into an assignment on the Hymn so he could personally oversee the ASIAN MIII project, specifically the first one, Evelyn.
-Notes
Appearance: Aside from his blotched face and crazy gray hair, Istvan is very fit and young looking, physically. His body is toned like a swimmers, as he is indeed an avid swimmer and surfer.
Distinguishing characteristics: He's old as all hell.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 2:50 pm
Gaian Name: Fivemarks
-General
Name: Javier Esteban Feyete
Age: 24
Height: 6'6
Weight: 180 lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Brawler(Fencer)/Pilot
Rank: Corporal
-Psychological
Personality: Javier is both charming and refined, moving with a grace and pose one would expect from the scion of a noble family. Strong willed and polite, Javier exudes and air of regal grace, and is a natural born leader. A peculiar aspect is how he treats women: Javier lives up to the ancient ideals of chivalry, and lives his life accordingly. The blond speaks with a slight french accent, and will sometimes refer to people with french terms.
Likes: Classical Music, Ancient Far-Eastern Poetry, Fencing, beautiful women, hot tea, loyal comrades, gourmet food, botany
Dislikes: Drathonians, low-cultured peoples, violent brutes, dishonorable men, men who treat women terribly, being called an elf.
Goals: Free the Terran people from the Drathonian empire, ressurect his noble family
-History
Short History: Javier was born the son of a rich noble family on the cold, feudal world of Rhea V, which was unfortunately destroyed during the treachery. When Javier was but a mere ten years old, the treachery took place, destroying his homeworld and killing his entire family, but leaving the young boy with a desire for revenge. Taken in and raised by relatives, Javier strained against the apparent laxness of his noble upbringing, taking up fencing and studying chivalry along with other noble pursuits such as poetry and tea making. While his relatives would not allow him to sign up on his sixteenth birthday, he did sign up as soon as he turned 18, rising through the ranks as a skilled brawler and a talented pilot, eventually being assigned to the Hymn to bolster the ranks and raise morale.
-Notes
Appearance: Javier is tall and handsome, with piercing dark blue eyes the color of a mountain spring, and short cropped hair colored like wheat. The enviroment of his homeworld has given his family pale skin, which when combined with the naturally pointed ears of the people of his homeworld, give him a slightly elven look. He is not, by any means thin and stickly, and is best described as built, his body well trained and muscled from the years in the military and as a fencer.
Distinguishing characteristics: Like all humans from Rhea V, Javier has pale white skin and pointed ears, causing him to sometimes be called an elf. Also notable is the rapier he always carries with him at his side.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 3:04 pm
ah, that was a good excercise of the laughing muscles.
Corny Bio Aside, you seem to have grasped the setting fairly well and added a possibly interesting backstory to this character.
You better play him well, punk.
Approved
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:25 am
Gaian Name: Gwathdraug
-General
Name: Riokrire Nothramis
Age: Unknown
Height: 5’ 5”
Weight: 107 pounds
Species: Drathonian (Moonie)
Job: Moonie Spy/M.S.S. Trooper
Rank: Leader of B Company (Rank Equivalent to a Lieutenant)
-Psychological
Personality: Riokrire is an a very low key, quiet commander. Many of his men aren't sure he knows how to yell and if any ever accused him of screaming they would laugh them out of the room. He lacks a distinct sense of humour and often seems to laugh at nothing and in the strangest situations (at least from his men's point of view). For a spy he is surprisingly technically inept and stays away from anything he might have to fix.
Likes: Pastries (especially donuts), good intell, well done camouflage, poisons and biology.
Dislikes: The fact that he shares the same first name as Dart Adderman, ambushes gone bad, criminals and broken or improperly performing technology.
Goals: Riokrire's long term goal is to make a new for himself and eventually live a life of comfort. Currently he doesn't think about that too much; he's too preoccupied finding a way out of being both the Drathonian's and the Terran's enemy. Wohoo, go Free State.
-History
Short History: Riokrire had never met a human before the outbreak of the war. He had worked on the domestic side of things, dealing with solely internal problems of the Drathonian Empire. He had had a long and profitable career in tracking, and sometimes even eliminating, criminals and malcontents; in fact two more years and he could of retired with a decent long-term pension.
But, then the war broke out. The need for field agents to infiltrate the enemy was increased by two fold and he was drafted. Riokrire specialized in planet-side insertion and reconnaissance and was greatly surprised when he was ordered to Saratar, a space station, a long with a large number of other Moonies. Early on he become invovled with the contingency plan to create a “Moonie Free State” and supported the formation and training of a sort of elite infantry for the state.
Since the arrival of the Drathonian Fleet and the formation of the Free State he has taken control of B Platoon of the Moonie Suicide Shock Company.
-Notes
Appearance: Riokrire is a purebred red Moonie. His scales have a faint sheen to them and lack any cracks. His posture is very relaxed, but his eyes' casual observance of everything clearly displays his training and long service as an intelligence agent.
Distinguishing characteristics: Riokrire has never taken a wound serious enough to cause scarring in all of this time of service. This has imparted a sense of awe and trust in the Moonies that serve him as they believe he will get them out alive.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:40 am
So many Moonies... You gonna do something with all them lizzies or what?
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 10:10 pm
Gaian Name: Kensuke72
-General
Name: Dr. Marcus May
Age: 37
Height: 5'10
Weight: 184 pounds
Species: Terran
Job: Medical Officer
Rank: Private 3rd Class
-Psychological
Personality: A man of simple wants and needs Dr. May simply wants to do his bit to keep the war effort going and the Marines alive. He does not handle stressful situations very well, and tries to avoid them whenever its possible.
Likes: Challenging surgery, gin after hours, working at his own pace, blackjack, Shakespeare.
Dislikes: The Drathonians, undue stress, vodka.
Goals: Keep as many marines alive as possible.
-History
Short History:
Marcus lived an ordinary life before everything was shot to pieces by the Drathonians when he was 23. His education in medicine was cruelly put to the test, and he cracked under the pressure. That day, he lost countless friends, colleagues, and he could only assume the worst for his family.
In spite of the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, as Marcus likes to put it, he vowed to continue his life, propel his understanding and ply his now invaluable skills to aid the Marines. He was thinking of making a direct approach, but lacked the physical fitness to take up combat training. Instead, he focussed on what he did best.
However, his stress management problems remain unchecked, but flagged.
-Notes
Appearance: A slightly chubby man with a dirty blonde mop of hair on his head and blue eyes concealed by glasses. Dressed in a white coat with all of the archetypal doctor paraphernalia.
Distinguishing characteristics: Unfit physique and generally out of shape.
-Quotes
"Nobody ever died being careful."
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 10:18 pm
Short but sweet. I'm interested in seeing how this guy works out, seeing as he was made specifically to be a noncombatant forced into combat.
I'm trying to think of ideas to get him into the story.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:30 am
Don't worry, I'm willing to wait for an opportune moment. I've got plenty of time to spare when I need it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:04 pm
Presenting, Asher! For your bellicose enjoyments.
-General Information
Gaian Name: Kokuten
Name: Asher Orkin Westwood
Age: 24
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 190 lb.
Species: Terran
Job: Brawler - Engineer
Rank: Private
-Psychological Characteristics
Personality: In combat, Asher can be seen as a disillusioned nutcase. Despite even the most atrociously hopeless situations, he'll believe that his squad still has the upper hand, simply because he is with them. This egotistical side tends to empower his desires to prove himself by slaughtering and killing his enemies in the most efficiently brutal way possible. Simply enough, he is the ideal soldier, boisterous, confident, and willing to kill almost anything with a pulse. Needless to say, this often makes others very wary of him in combat.
Outside combat, Asher can possibly be more enjoyable to be around. If others can take his crude, unappealing nature without being offended, he can be a fun person[generally]. Women will generally be subject to comments of their most appealing features[to him], and men will generally be subject to comments of their most unappealing features.
In general, he is an emotional casket, burying anything that actually affects him under the barbaric and crude exterior. Generally, this builds for a negative psyche, but tends to only power his fiery nature in violent ways.
Likes: General chaos, action, challenging hobbies, his sleep, women, good-looking women, dark-skinned women, warm meals, cold beers, and a good atmospehre.
Dislikes: Extended periods of nothing happening, guard duty, deep pools of water, anything of the biologically modified variety, cold food, warm beer, effeminate men, Drathonians, and an overly serious atmosphere.
Goals: To become so professed in battle that his enemies will fear the very mention of his name.
-History
Asher was born on Surandan, a peaceful planet, and a good place to raise a young mind like himself. His father ran a shipping company that handled dealings with most of the system, while his mother took care of him and his sister at home. For most of his early life, Asher lived a wonderful life, having many friends and living with a loving family. There were many days when worries of the rest of the galaxy seemed so distant.
That was until one day, at age 9, he found school to be cancelled due to an emergent crisis planetwide. He and the rest of his friends were rushed home, but when he arrived to his families apartment, he was confronted with a horrific sight.
His sister, disfigured by some fashion, was eating out the insides of their dead mother. It wasn't long before she set her sights on him as well, but Asher was not stupid, he quickly grabbed a bat from the corner, and beat what he knew as his sister into a bloody pulp of irrecognizable flesh. Afterwards, he waited in his bedroom for his father to return home, accompanied only by the screams of people down the hall, the sounds of violence, and the horrible sounds of chaos out side his window.
For six days, he waited for his father, but his father never came. On the seventh day, he was forced under his bed when something broke into his room. Luckily for him, it was people, and well-equipped at that. They were survivors of whatever had destroyed his life, and they were looking for supplies, and instead, found a scared little boy, shivering violent in fear and tears under his bed.
It was that day that Asher found a new family, those that found him, and began a new life of surviving the abominations that roamed the world he lived on. For fifteen years, he fought, bled, and nearly dead serveral times trying to assure his own survival. Along the way he lost several of his family, and soon, he began to accept the death, the destruction, and the mayhem. He adapted and eventually became accustomed to it.
Now, the last of his family rests with the monsters that were once his planetkin. He survives alone, using technical expertise built from years of hands-on training, and brutal, merciless CQC hit-and-run tactics.
-Physical Appearance
Head - Loose, untamed, brown hair, looks like a bushy porcupine; has a brown Goatee shaped into a spike. His eyes are a blood red, and tend have dark circles under them.
Body - Skin is a dark tan, with a very muscular build, the occasional scar lines his chest.
-Clothing
Head - Generally does not wear anything on his head, unless it is absolutely necessary.
Chest - Wears a skin-tight mock under a scavenged flak vest with plating covering the shoulders. A tactical knife sheath is placed on the front of the left shoulder, for easy draw of his blade. Over the vest, he wears a harness with pouches for laser magazines, and a flashlight.
Waist - General Infantry belt, with pouches on the left and right for general storage, and a long sheath on the back for a two-foot blade.
Legs - Infantry fatigues worn out from many years of wear, has a small harness that provides a holster on each legt for a laser pistol, and the other for a slightly larger laser SMG with a haphazardly mounted bayonet.
Boots - Combat boots, steel-toe, with a knife strap for yet another tactical knife.
Did a sketch of the character.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:28 pm
Man, what an ugly piece of crap. this guy looks like he';s made with pencil. I mean, what's up with that? When did people stop being made out of people! Ridonkulous!
Anyway, since we're strapped for players and whatnot, I guess I'll let you in or something, mister person you and your short Malifa- Surandanian person.
APPROVED.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:29 pm
Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, bucko.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 7:42 pm
Gaian Name: dragonhealer
-General
Name: Olive Tetra
Age: 19
Height:5'4'
Weight:115lbs
Species: Terran
Job: Medical Combat officer
Rank:Private
-Psychological
Personality: Young. Olive is not very good at her job and is far to clumsy to be considered good at almost anything she does. The girl tries though, she will never give up and she really cares about the people she treats. Her patients mean the world to her, even if they are definitely going to die she treats them just as she would treat anyone else. When she's not on the job Olive acts a lot more laid back, but she's prone to panic attacks when she has to much or not enough to think about.
Likes: conversation, morphine, smoking, loud music, complements, dresses, stars.
Dislikes: drinking water, watching people die in pain, screams, anxiety attacks, religion, her lips.
Goals: Olive wants to become the best doctor on the ship. She wants to learn everything she can to become the very best and show everyone that she has what it takes to be amazing if she wants to. Olive also wants to start a family eventually.
-History
Short History: Olive was five when the attacks started. Her family was slaughtered, all of her siblings, her parents, her neighbors. It was horrible. She only survived because she hid in the basement behind the washing machine. She lived in the basement for two weeks before venturing out and finding that her whole life was gone. The young girl was found wandering the streets by a recon officer, he was the one who brought her to the ship, and got her started on her path to being a Medic.
She was going to be put into republic training school but she just couldn't do it. The gun shooting ship flying hand to hand combat violence thing just didn't work for the girl so... she was but though training and sent to study in the medical ward for the first few years after the attack. That worked a lot better. She started off just shadowing nurses and fetching forms, then she was allowed to actually help people and treat patients. After she turned sixteen they put her though the regular combat's medic course. She was pretty good at the medical aspects of it but not that strong on the fighting bits.Now they have her working as a medic, being sent out with the pilots on any mission they don't want to send a real Doctor on.. She should be able to do that... But it's super stressful and Olive is just not cut out for this kind of stress.
-Notes
Appearance: Pale, Olive is very light skinned with yellow golden wave-y blond hair. She keeps her hair tied back in a bun at the base of her neck but when it is down, it's just below her shoulders. Her bangs sweep to the right across her forehead and a bobby pin keeps them firmly in place. Her face is pretty, her nose is small and upturned, like a little ski slope. Her lips are thin and she was a small mouth, her eyes are green blue, and her cheeks always sport a warm pink blush.Olive wears the doctor uniform well, because she's non-combat she doesn't wear any armor, just the white coat and stethoscope. Normally she wears casual dresses under her coat, they look nice and she likes to think the patients respect her more if she dresses up that much more.
Distinguishing characteristics: Olive's bright youthful smile, and the spring in her step when walking though the ship make her stand out of the crowd. Her left hip does also sport a small tattoo. It's a navy blue anchor the size of a silver dollar.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 8:20 pm
Humm. Looks like I need to update the front page for this thread again.
I have a few questions for you, as well as some stuff that I should put up on the front page.
First off, I can't generally support characters who are not directly related to combat in some way, as that is mostly what we do. A purely support character will get left behind, which means long periods of waiting with our current (for lack of a better word) pace.
If I am to accept this character, are you willing to have the character be sent out into combat (which has been clearly stated she's bad at)? Now, You also said she's not exactly good at her job anyway, so, why would she BE sent into combat, or even used as an official physician. I can see her being used as a nurse or an intern, but not as any kind of medic or Doctor. Yes, the Terrans are short on people, but they would also have taught any recruits in their field.
Does she have medical training, or is it just things she's picked up? Is she actually in the military, or just an orphan who's been living on ships for a decade and a half?
Sorry for asking you all these questions and setting some restrictions, but I'd really like to make sure that I can bring you the most enjoyable experience, while still keeping the plot to the level of realism that it has reached.
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