Treasure Hunters in space

Basic plot:
You are all crew mates on a space ship hunting for treasure on a brand new nifty ship.

STRENGTH

• -3: Can only lift an eighth of one’s own body weight
  
• -2: Can only lift a forth of one’s own body weight
  
• -1: Can only lift half of one’s own body weight
  
• 0: cannot lift one's own body weight
  
• 1: able to lift one's own body weight
  
• 2: able to lift one's own body weight up to double one's own body weight
  
• 3: able to lift double one's own body weight plus 800lb
  
• 4: 800+ lbs to 2 ton range more then double one’s own body weight.

INTELLIGENCE

• -3: Severely Challenged (40-54)
  
• -2: Challenged (55-69)
  
• -1: Below average (70-84)
  
• 0: Average (85-114) Compleared high school/ GED
  
• 1: Above Average/ Learned (115-129) Have a degree in something to a masters
  
• 2: Gifted (130-144)
  
• 3: Genius (145-159)
  
• 4: Extraordinary genius

SPEED

• -3: 1-3 miles/hour walking (no running)
  
• -2: 1-3 miles/hour walking, 4-5 miles/hour running
  
• -1: 1-3 miles/hour walking, 5-6 miles/hour running
  
• 0: 3-5 miles/hour walking, 7-11 miles/hour running
  
• 1: 3-5 miles/hour walking, 12-18 miles/hour running
  
• 2: 3-5miles/hour walking, 18- 26 miles/hour running
  
• 3: 5-7 miles/hour walking, 27-35 miles/hour running
  
• 4: 5-7 miles/hour walking, 36-45 miles/hour running

DURABILITY

• -3: Very fragile
  
• -2: Weak durability
  
• -1: Susceptible durability
  
• 0: Normal durability
  
• 1: Specific durability
  
• 2: Enhanced durability
  
• 3: Regenerative durability
  
• 4: Bullet durability

FLEXIBILITY

• -3: Rigid body structure or fat allows very minimal movement
  
• -2: Damaged tendons, joints, or something else that stops one’s ability to move well. Also where joints that are structured to move only one way.
  
• -1: Not very flexible, stiff muscles
  
• 0: Normal human flexibility
  
• 1: Double jointed flexibility
  
• 2: Contortionist
  
• 3: Flexible/bendable bones
  
• 4: no bones

ENDURANCE

• -3: 1 hour hard work, 2 hours median work, 3 hours light work, before getting tired/exhausted
  
• -2: 1-2 hours hard work, 3 hours median work, 2-4 hours light work, Before tired/exhausted
  
• -1: 2-3 hours hard work, 4 hours median work, 4-6 hours light work, before getting tired/exhausted
  
• 0: Average Human endurance. 3-4 hours hard work, 5 hours median work, 6-8 hours light work, before tired/exhausted
  
• 1: 4-5 hours hard work, 6 hours median work, 8-10 light work, before getting tired/exhausted
  
• 2: 5-6 hours hard work, 7 hours median work, 10-12 hours light work before getting tired/exhausted
  
• 3: 6-7 hours of hard work, 8 hours median work, 12-14 hours light work, before getting tired/exhausted
  
• 4: 7-8 hours hard work, 9 hours median work, 14-16 hours light work, before getting tired/exhausted

WILLPOWER

• -3: Slave mentality you will do any thing any one says even if it is conflicting with the small issue of death. You cannot resist what people tell you to do.
  
• -2: You can fight what people tell you what to do but more then likely you end up doing what they want.
  
• -1: You are what some call gullible and have a high chance do things if pushed lightly towards it. But if it endangers your life in a clear way you will not do.
  
• 0: Average human. You resist hitting the big red button with end of the world written on it.
  
• 1: You can resist mental attacks and a high stress level when being interrogated. You will crack eventually but they have to at least work for it. Or even your will power to fight grabbing what you want even if you’re sure you can get it before the blade cuts off your hand.
  
• 2: You can hold out on a mind assault for a while or being highly stressed out. If something you care for is threatened you probably will break once you know they can destroy what you hold dear.
  
• 3: You can hold out for weeks under physical pain and a few days of mental assault. You probably would cave in after they show they are serious about their threats to your love ones
  
• 4:You are very hard to break or get to tell any thing, even if they threaten to destroy every thing that is dear to you, and then do so. You will not break under that. You need to be tortured for months to get that information or mind raped for days to spill any thing.

DEXTERITY/ REACTION

• -3: Have no use of your hands or have difficulty moving out of the way
  
• -2: Extremely clumsy
  
• -1:Definitely conscious of the limits of manual dexterity, perhaps due to physical conditions that make repeated motion/temperatures painful after not a huge amount of use.
  
• 0: Human normal reaction
  
• 1: Stuntman reaction
  
• 2: Peak human reaction timing
  
• 3: Can react twice as fast as a peak human.
  
• 4: Can move faster then human sight

ENERGY PROJECTION

• -1: Need absorb one type of energy on contact
  
• 0: None
  
• 1: On contact, short duration
  
• 2: On contact, median duration
  
• 3: Short range, short duration
  
• 4: Short range, median duration
  
• 5:Median range, short duration
  
• 6: Median range, median duration
  
• 7: Long range, short duration

Code:

[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Gender[/b]
[b]Appearance[/b]:
[b]Bio/History:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Race:(and information on them)[/b]

[b]Specialty:[/b]
[b]Strengths:[/b]
[b]Weakness:[/b]
[b]Position:[/b]

[b]Strength:[/b]
[b]Intelligence:[/b]
[b]Speed:[/b]
[b]Durability[/b]:
[b] Flexibility[/b]:
[b]Endurance:[/b]
[b]Willpower[/b]:
[b]Dexterity:[/b]
[b]Energy projection[/b]:

[u]Accessories [/u]
[b]Armor:[/b]
[b]Weapons: [/b]
[b]Accessories:[/b]

Example the Captain
Name: Terra Rugha
Age: 38
Gender: Female
Appearance: Hair and clothing style always prone to change. Her eyes have iris shaped like a triangle that are dark brown-red and her pupil is also triangle shaped but have a rich purple color. Her nose is broad but flat, looking much like a cat's nose. Her ears are large but look like they are cut into jagged feathered look. Looks like she might of had a large round shaped ear at one point, but no longer. She has a short tail that extends only to the her knees. Her skin is sandy colored and her hair is platinum blond.
Her body is wiry, thin and she only stands 3'9", and 45 lbs, Average for her people. Her feet arches in the middle and the 3 toes are long but thick looking much like a bird's talon in position. Her hands only have a thumb and two fingers, all thick from callouses. Her arms and calfs are thick with what looks like just calloused skin, about an inch around her actual nerves. In the callouses there are scaring in the form of some kind of ritual pattering.

Bio/History: Not very interesting seeing she grew up in the normal Sindish fashion of hunting and forging. Eventually getting bored she tries as a space explorer and sold her house (which on other worlds the building materials are greatly wanted by those of other worlds.) She bought a ship off the production lines and got a crew together. She set off to treasure hunt after hearing rumors and myths of lost treasures in space.

Personality:Personally: She is fairly level headed and when it comes killing people in cold blood she does not under stand the waste of human resources and is likely to put someone who broke her rules into work. If someone dies on a mission it’s a bit different because it’s a mission and labeled an accident.
She understands the worst thing you can do to a person is to leave them with nothing and send them off on a deserted planet to die or survive with no supplies. She is practical like many desert or people of an icy landscaping.
In her culture there is no difference in the genders and refer to other people by gender-neutral terms. This is unless one is courting another. Leaving to frustration among her and her people when they discovered other races and had translation errors.
She may not be the most diplomatic person but she is not the most violent either. Even so some diplomatic ways her people deal with things is cauterizing a leg off.

Race:(and information on them) Sindish
At first every one thought all of her race were female till people realized that they all look 'female' by normal humanoid standard. Ifs very hard to tell who is female and who is make if your from out side this race seeing all of them have storage sacks in their chest where they hold water and food for storage after eating. Their peopl are a small race but people later found out that their body build is what gives them their strength. Their muscles are highly strung and taunt and they have a strong bone material that makes up their skeleton. And how the race is shaped they learned how to move quickly on all fours for fast transport.
Also it took people a while to realize there was a sentient race living on their ice and sand covered worlds because no one wanted them.

Specialty: Close quarters combat and hunting weapon use.
Strengths: Surviving in extreme cold or heat, able to survive for days with out food or water.
Weakness: Moderate weathers, extremely different bio chemistry (cereal is like crack to her)
Position: Captain

Strength: 3
Intelligence: 0
Speed: 2
Durability: 1
Flexibility: -1
Endurance: 1
Willpower: 3
Dexterity:0
Energy projection: 0

Accessories
Armor: Energy bracers
Weapons: Protosword with beam squares (1 1/4 feet long) and Falcata (10 inches long), And a bow for distance.
Accessories: earings

(working on him still obviously)

Name: Rtfa' Kimadee
Age: 25
Gender Male
Appearance: He looks like a typical Sangheli, stands around 8' 6'' talls, dark grayish-brown scaley skin. He weighs a average(for his race) 720 lbs and has dark teal eyes. He has a scar over his right eye and several more on his chest and back from past battles he has been in. He wears a light armored chest plate with a few plasma burns on the front and back, also a pair of lightly armored greaves which look a bit dinged up from battle. The chest piece has a optical cloaking unit built into it for easy access.
Bio/History:
Personality: First thing anyone could say about Rtfa, is that he has a strong sense of honor and high level of respect for those he allies himself with. Despite this however, he will say right out if something feels wrong to him about a order, mission, etc., which has gotten him scolded by superiors and peers in the past. Apart from this he is fairly easy to talk to and usually has a level headed personality to him, tends to try and avoid talks of his past to not think of the war he took part in. Overall he is a very loyal and strategic-minded individual whom upholds his honor very well.
Race:(and information on them) Sangheili

A saurian species of fierce, proud, strong, agile and intelligent warriors and skilled combat tacticians. Sangheili are named after their home planet, Sanghelios

Specialty: Energy weapons; melee and ranged, stealth operations.
Strengths: Skilled with plasma and energy based weaponry, trained in stealth operations and some explosives training.
Weakness: An EMP would render all his energy based weaponry useless.
Position: Stealth Ops and Combat tactician

Strength: 4
Intelligence: 1
Speed: 2
Durability: 2
Flexibility: 1
Endurance: 1
Willpower: 1
Dexterity: 1
Energy projection: 0

Accessories
Armor: Energy Bracers (like these)
Weapons: Energy daggers in the wrists of his bracers, a energy sword, and a small cache of plasma/energy weapons for various situations, including a few explosives.
Accessories: A fire gem pendant given to him by Bug.

Name: La'vi
Age: 40
Gender: Asexual (use male terms)
Appearance: Blob with a over tone of brown with color changes to temperature. It has two eyes that sit on his 'head', they roll about in place to look at people, connected by the goop.
Current size: hand held blob
Current weight: 10 lbs
Made of plasma (Gel) like material, he is not see through. His eyes seem to be the only solid thing of his body. 'His' color varies on the temperature of the environment around 'him'.
Orange-red- hot (100 degrees and up) Starts to bubble at this these temperatures.
Green-yellow- (99-21 degrees)
Purple-blue-cold (20 degrees and below) Starts to crystallize at these temperatures.
Bio/History: Grew up on his planet and slowly gained intelligence as he ate many things.. He developed from a more violent thoughts parting of his parent and never 'combined' with another of his race. One day someone landed on his planet to harvest an item or another and she slid on board, after watching them for a bit. he hid in a crate which he slowly ate the contents. When finally exposed he ate the person how found him which had a plasma cannon. Hence he ate the man and took the gun. he wandered about (8 years) till he found a ship hiring a crew and volunteered for it.
Personality: Normaly apathetic and very self centered other then this vague notion of loyalty to his crew. Though when it comes to killing just point him in the right direction and he is likely to cause destruction in that general direction.
He has a weird sense of honor, Currently he will not eat any thing he recalls as not food and is loyal to them, but that seems to be the only honor it has. Also he loves his weapon which he keeps in him in a safe 'pocket'.

Race:(and information on them) Gloopuials
They split to make more of them selfs. Which is making random parts of them selfs with fragments of the memory. The original is normally destroyed in the process but there is more. They are known for trying to eat any thing they run into and takes a while for intelligence to grow to any thing above challenged.
Specialty: no conscious
Strengths: Elastic build, body disposal, malleable, no conscious, tastes with his body
Weakness: Temperature extremes, changeable body weight, body is made of completely of his memory banks (prone for forgetting random parts of his life when the part is shot off or destroyed), tastes with his body
Position: Enlisted man

Strength: 2 (carrying things in him.)
Intelligence: -3
Speed: 0
Durability: -2 (3 I mean its easy to go through him but he closes or can collect the missing body part that got removed.)
Flexibility: 4
Endurance: 2
Willpower: 0
Dexterity: 0
Energy projection: 0

Accessories
Armor: none
Weapons: Plasma cannon Mark I
Accessories:

Name: Zeide
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: [Reference Image] Wears a skin-tight nanomesh, mostly of dull greyish blue hues starkly contrast against white and yellow vectors throughout the suit. Appears to have mechanical limbs rigged as high up as his shoulders, finished in a flat matte carbon black with two white chevrons on top of the hands. Can sometimes be seen wearing a dark brown half-jacket with cuffed, short sleeves. Various, intricate markings course throughout the mechanical libs, circulating in varying brighter and dimmer pulses of citrine colored light. The same can be seen on the surface of his nanomesh in places. Wears faded, beige colored pants that wrinkle and stop just below the kneecaps, clipped off by dark brown and black engineer's boots with chromed copper at the toes and heels. Wears a short chain and pewter pendant in the shape of a rectangular reticule and a large zirconium stud in his left ear. His hair is a clean, heavy pile cut atop his head and of pure white. Eyes glow with an identical hue that of the yellowish orange in his armored limbs and his skin appears naturally bronzed.

Bio/History: Zeide, as he calls himself, can remember little of his life before the age of 15 working with a previous crew of pirates that spent their time focusing on small jobs. From what he was explained of since his memory losses, he too was just another pirate caught in the fray of a massive sting operation to clean up metal salvage theft organizations, working weaponry operations, detail, and repairs. But little else was revealed to him. His best friend was a human with spiked and tipped, purple hair named Janus who would look after him. Only until he was 19 did they begin to develop feelings for one another that she was about to reveal more of his past to him when their crew was once again attacked. He was given but one opportunity to escape given by Janus as he watched in mock horror as she was executed before his very eyes. Taking what little chance he had left, he escaped into the depths of space in a single engine skiff where he ended up at a space colony far from the scene. He spent his next couple of years studying the marketing trade, trying to develop his talents in appraisal and the ability to buy and sell in mass yield.

The recent conflict that occurred on board the derelict battleship, the Snow Claw, left him with a serious injury from an arrow to the head. The damage surprisingly wasn't fatal, but the encounter had left Zeide's psionic capabilities severely reduced. However, visions and dreams of his horrific encounter while working with the space pirate crew began to manifest. Since then, he's acquired a fear for dark enclosures and hallucinations.

Personality: Relatively calm and relaxed, but paranoid of the unknown. In spite of his paranoia, his sense of reasoning and desire for progress maintains him to carry on difficult tasks. He can be a little uneasy and somewhat unnerved by his hallucinations, making him a little more hostile and defensive on the draw.

Race: Terran Esper - Sometime in the past century, Terrans began to make stunning advancements in biotechnologies. The Esper is a product of this advancement, capable of reaching into the physical potential of a Human that has long since lay dormant. They are capable of much longer life spans, but due to their taxing demand on their bodies, may at times need cybernetic replacements and enhancements to supplement for the expenses.

Height: 172 cm (5' 6")
Weight: 68 kg (152 lbs)
Specialty: Vehicular and personal weapons repairs and modifications; appraisal and evaluation of prices; vehicular weapons operations
Strengths: Physically acrobatic; Fearless in danger
Weakness: Missing memory; Cautious of others/Paranoia; Fear of dark enclosures; Hallucinations
Position: Munitions Ops. and Maintenance

Stats
Strength: 1
Intelligence: 2
Speed: 1
Durability: 1
Flexibility: 1
Endurance: 0
Willpower: 3
Dexterity: 2
Energy projection: 2 - Short range, short duration

Abilities
Psionic Pulse: A point-blank burst of telekinetic energy that can throw off balance even the stoutest of assailants. Causes no direct harm, but can severely stagger an opponent.
Magnum Strike: The user concentrates on a specific point to raise the potential impact of a melee attack.

Accessories
Armor: Ballistic/thermal resistant nanomesh; Engineer's Boots; Armored Mechanical Limbs
Weapons: Tempered Progression Knife; Vulcan Pistol; Blast Knuckles (Built-in)
Accessories: Pewter Necklace; Zirconium Stud (Left Ear)

Cool to see you all joined, and so far seems good. And we will be waiting for other people to join till about the end of the month....Or at least till tuseday

Moddex you surprised and honer me by joining.

Zincks wrote:

Cool to see you all joined, and so far seems good. And we will be waiting for other people to join till about the end of the month....Or at least till tuseday

Moddex you surprised and honer me by joining.

New starts are always a welcome thing in my eyes. New Sci-Fi RP, new forum theme, and the premise of the RP is nice and open ended.

Name: B266-Delta Level, nicknamed "Bolts."
Age: Unknown, there is a marking along one ear that says, 'St. Alexberg, '42.'
Appearance: A small equine figure, about the size of a small dog. If a florid red, with long, wavy blue hair. A large red bow bounces in its hair.
Bright green, overlarge eyes are in its comically large head. In its mouth, you can see seams where the armor plating meets. When it walks, there is a bouncing trot, and a hint of music emanates from it, reflecting its mood.
The inner frame and workings are high strength ceramics, with nanofused metallics. The skin is a bioplastic, which slowly grows out to a soft mold about it.
There is a series of force generators inside it that allow it to due amazing feats of strength and manufacture... so long as it is aware. Bolt can force lift a bulkhead, but not lift a bulkhead himself.
Bio/History: Bolts is from an amusement park, possibly as an attraction, or a service bot, maybe both. Technically an it, as gender doesn't really matter to a robot, and sympathetic programming tends to shift the personality subtly to match the situation.
Bolt seems to have been part of the ship deal when the captain bought it. It wanders the halls, keeping the place tidy and clean.
It usually has a high, soft voice, but has slipped into a deep, rough bass when either singing, or trying to convey masculinity.
Personality: Bolt seems to be curious, which is helpful in making it a good technician. Bolt is also outgoing, if a bit snarky, and often focuses on whatever is the busiest place (which often need repair).
Bolt collects bits of paper, often molding them into paper-mache sculptures. He loves to sing, often in his very deep voice. It hates sticky gunk, which it has to wade through, and has a love/hate relationship with anybody who routinely breaks equipment.
Has learned several colorful swears, but has issues with them thanks to his obscenity filter.
Race:Android in the shape of a small pony.
Specialty: Is a technician, able to deal with both mechanical and dangerous jobs. Also has some people skills, if a bit over exuberant. Will try to flee from danger, but can fight with construction equipment built into the body.
Strength: Quick, advanced gear.
Weakness: Not too tough or strong.
Position: Drone.

Strength: -1
Intelligence: 2
Speed: 1
Durability: 0
Flexibility: 1
Endurance: 4
Willpower: -1
Dexterity: 0
Projection: 3

Equipment: Nano Fac
Force Projector in hooves
Color Adjustant hair and skin
Leather Saddlebags


Bolt at its old day job. Bottom.

*I am working on a Drawing of her*


Name: Rain Mėnulis
Age: 12
Gender Female
Race: Chibisan: are a race of bug like people that have very few women. they are very short lived and they are known to only live about 35 the oldest known was 40 years old befor they died.
Apperence: Silver hair and silver blue eyes. Rain stands at 1 foot 6 inches tall and she has beetle like wings that are a of Medium size she can be seen wearing ceremonial like Robes that are considered eccentric colors by other races.

Her Body structure is horazontial and kinda beetle like.


Bio/Hisotry: Running from a far off solar system. The race has been living on the planet of Deserta for many, many generations. When Rain was born she was the first child born with wings large enough for flight in a generation. And because of this her people treated her like a High Priestess. And because of this Rain has never left the temple nor has she ever seen the outside world beyond the garden of the temple. On the night of a black moon Rain snuck out of the temple and stole-a-way on a ship then eventually met Captain Terra while she was picking locks and the Captain asked “Would you like a job, I could use your skills”. Rain of course answered “yes”. This was when Rain was 11 years old just after she had run away from her own marriage and her confined life. Rain has been on the ‘She is One of Ours’ for almost one year.

Specialty: throwing her voice, mimicking voices, Lock picking
Strengths: being cute and tiny
Weakness: Bug Zappers and bright shinny Objects
Postion: Annoying and a good look out


Strength: 2
Intelligence: 1
Speed: -1
Durability: 1
Flexibility: -3
Endurance: 3
Willpower: 1
Dexterity: 0
Energy projection: 0

Accessories
Armor: her exoskeleton
Weapons: her poisoned antenna, exoskeleton shell (can make weapons from the shell)
Accessories: ceremonial Robes and a few small Potted Plants she took from her home planet for her room.

you are good.

Can someone please clearly explain just what the fuck just happened to CaptainIsomer's character and mine? Did we seriously just get auto-killed from the game or what?

you are still alive...both are. you can easily survive a arrow through the head, real life experiences...creepy seeing someone walk around with it in their head. . People do have gems enough to filled a two by two by two create. I never said you are dead.

Well in a PvE campaign getting killed by the game is the most likely way to kick the bucked but if yers and Caps guy had died, Cap death would been Nems doing in an attempt to save face and salvage the situation. But yer both alive do to yer guys unique races so don't sweat it.

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They only stop after the captain finds a deal to strike. At that point he is barely breathing

Dumb ass... Or do you not read. You are freaking out over nothing. Herp herp a dur.

Okay, someone explain how my character survives an arrow going through one side of my skull and out another then. Last I checked, that's called instant death. He'd be lucky if he did live only to be lobotomized by the arrow or left severely brain damaged and rendered incapable of any charismatic communication for the duration of the RP.

The very least, I would ask that in the future, you let us know what's going to happen and not do something as severe as this without warning. My character has taken a severe impact on the potential abilities he has and is likely now, horrendously damaged both in personality and powers because you gave him fear (crippling his fearless nature) and eliminating most of his psionic abilities (nullifying energy projection).

I can't help but percieve this sudden act of severely damaging the character in abilities WITHOUT any chance for rebuttal or evasion act of disliking for the character. For that matter, no notice that something was to happen to let me know in advance also shows that you had no care to observe the player's (myself) ideas, plans, or intentions for the character's advancement.

Call it suspicion, but Zincks; you seemed pissed off the last we spoke about my character, if not at least somewhat disappointed. I'm seriously hoping you didn't take my character's actions as a personal affront and took it upon yourself to strike vengeance on him through the RP. Whether you realize it or not, I am in fact a little bothered by the matter because of the aforementioned reasons above.

Please, in advance, I want to talk things out before you carry out some kind of radical change to my characters as it is only fair you inform me of what you plan to do. You being the GM, reserves you the right to whatever decision you make in the RP, but have the courtesy of telling players what sort of dramatic change you plan on making to the player's characters.

you can survive with very minimal brain damage through the forhead but i can say you die if you like since you seem to like that idea so much. Also sci-fy you can bs your way on why that person is still alive. I know this because I have seen a person walking into the hospital once to get an arrow removed. They functioned absolutely fine. And I thought i said it went through as in it is still in there but coming out both sides. Maybe s slight motor impairment but something you can live with. Also I am making the amnesia get lifted were you are starting to remember things. You gave your self amnesia so i will use it as a character plot development. You can gain your fearlessness back of you work through it as a character. You can also take how your character then deals with after the first reaction of things happening. Its also your character dealing with things as you see fit. Nice to see you cant be flexible enough to see how things can bend in your favor. And nice to see you DON'T want to do any character development.

And our talk was me suggesting maybe you might want to do something else and you flat out stated no as why you should . I will not force people just suggest. I was actually ecstatic you refused because i get to implement consequences. Also you were not acting cool and collective, ration as a character from what you placed in your character profile. You panicked as far as i can see. You were not careful around those you did not know. I didn't see stoic I saw anger. You did not follow your character profile.

Also this was a preplanned possibility if a fight broke out and things are not smoothed out, if any one from the crew started the fight... which they were passivised for a moment before you broke and lashed out, before i could post them slowly letting you go... Also almost no one on that ship spoke any trade language and those that had translators on were few and far between. If you want me to say again. Military ship, highly stressed out crew. Rtfa and Bug actually found an affected crew member that attacked them and forgot about all their training. Also you assumed they knew any thing about the systems out side their system. Yes they are known about, but not much is known about them. There was a lot of information that you did not uncover. Also I believe I mentioned, several times, the situation was very tense. I was going to have them murder captain isomer's guy but it got fixed by Nem opening fire on his own crewmate...

This campaign I am actually not telling any one my plans until i post it up in the setting it's self. And you can deal with jumping the gun before I can respond them doing any thing like letting you go. I will not say the outcome of other possibilities because that would lead to a very boring setting. Personally im not pissed im just now very disappointed with you...and Some how I don't think i am the only one who is, from comments in the rp it's self and in the OOC.

You may leave if you wish but realize this campaign has a lot of consequences and this is only the first series of them. Which also means it has rewards. It is like real life pros and cons. If this was a sugar coated rp then there would be nothing to keep people here.

Sorry to be a bother, but many more people then thought have survived severe head trauma!
In fact, most of our basic understanding of the brain came from the large numbers of soldiers out there who were shot and survived, often with minor mental or physical change. In fact, many beleive that Abraham Lincoln would have survived being shot where it not the fact that the doctors began to stir about his brain with metal probes.
That will kill ya.
Also, brain damage does not lead to vegetable as thought, but more often removes or enhances a part of one's personality. One famous case being a railworker in the late 1800s who had a spike fired up through his chin and skull, coming out over the eye. He lived a regular life mostly after that, but was noted to be a much more aggressive man.
Also roleplaying does have a requirement of change to both character and plot as mandated by action. A rogue who doe not find traps will be caught i them, and a diplomat who does not deal with an argument may find himself attacked. This is enhanced in many sci-fi games, as the price of failure is modern weaponry.
As for character problems, there is the issue that some of the characters had conflicting actions. A player who thinks there is a trap will act as if there is one, and Ive seen many game in which the location of a player is directly opposite of what they don't like. Ive had fighter magically appear almost inside monsters, wizards teleport behind cover, and rogues practically travel through time to be at treasure chests. Such irregularities are understandable, nobody wants their character to die, but must be dealt with.
As far as personal opinions, I would have to side with the GM. Although it is a good argument that changes to character should be made by negotiation with the GM, the GM has the right to put forward consequences for characters.
Zeide, sadly, was stuck in some sort of impasse when he started to struggle with the guards. He first was negotiating, then retreating, then fighting, then retreating again. Sadly, this hesitation would put him as a clear target, and the archers seem to have had a wish to take out whatever they can. When faced with a humanoid and a blob, best shoot the humanoid, as the arrows would go through the blob.
Of the two, the blob is actually in worse straits. It will be missing most of its mass and the majority of its memories. It will also lose a great deal of time, and is out of the game for a long while. Even with proper medical attention, the blob character has been irrevocably changed.
As for Zeide, he actually has a opportunity here. I have lost enough characters to know a lucky break, and this could allow Zeide to really expand character wise. Yes, changing a character can be frustrating to a player, I know first hand, but with change comes opportunity. The worst thing for a player is simple refusal, no consequences. Ziede was written as a calculating person, but until now had not been much of such. With this damage to his psyche, Zeide could change to be more in line with his character bio, or could expand into a whole new area.
Strife is opportunity not seized.
Carpe diem. Seize the carp!
Hope this helps.

As I had mentioned on AIM, you've never given my character much of an appropriate situation for his personality traits to become apparent. The other problem I find here is that everyone's expectations of a character seems rather binary; that he's only allowed to emote one sort of mood or mindset like a toddler.

Rationally, and I ask this to anyone; who stands there and calmly and collectively submits to being jumped on and detained for oh say... Absolutely no good reason? What would anyone's natural reaction be? He never retreated, not once. He was investigating everything going on right up until those guards began to "duel" with each other and La'vi felt he had to get in on the action. Being that the two characters are a pair in this conflict, Zeide is hurled completely into hostile circumstances with no other option than to defend, which no one so far has even identified with yet.

Look, I played the cool and collective role very well right up to that point where I made a natural decision when getting surprised. I was remaining calm, diplomatic, and very much in control of the situation right up until that explosive conflict erupted. I had my character react in a normal and reasonable fashion to being grappled and detained. The character saw this as a hostile action and got jumped on. To measure every single action and behavior on Zeide now for this one moment is blind to the entirety of his actions throughout this RP. The way you're perceiving him, Zincks, is drawn off of a personal, and opinion-driven impression, not based on the circumstances of his situation, surrounded by hostiles who suddenly attacked him without probable cause. Think of it outside of your perspective for a minute, place your point of view maybe in his shoes as well, or someone 3rd party of it all.

There hasn't been enough to happen in the RP anyway to make this broad assumption about him; that he was outside the imaginary boundaries you guys wall him in as a perceived personality. Think about it first.

I now stand with a character with half of his powers and a personality change that nullifies his fearless nature. I don't have to say it again, but I will anyway since it's not being taken to heart the first time. An extension of courtesy at informing me that my character will befall some sort of drastic altering is a respectful thing that I would sorely appreciate in the future. You can be disappointed in me all you want, but don't dare try to come off so condescending. It's rude, embarrassing, and disrespectful. Even though there's no disclaimer stating the hard-knocks aim you have with the RP or your methods, I'll work with what you give me and accept. Just don't insult me like this publicly again.

If you wanted more emotion you should of put it in your bio. And their socieity is not your own. It makes scence to them maybe not you, difference of society. You also did not allow me to post what they are doing after he became frozen because i was seeing what other people did. Also capt has very little self control with his character and logically speaking you would of said no.... You could of talked or at lest waited for me to respond after La'vi being subdued you would of been let go but told to leave the ship. Panic and paranoia... the archers already were ready to fire. Only 5 of them shot. But seeing that the men they know from their race are being attacked are going down they are not going to wait after an attack from another outsider. Months of tension, fighting the infected, dealing with politics within their own society. I had this society thought out and they were getting frayed. You and your crew suddenly became enemies when your cremate which you could of told him no to, jumped into the fray.

Warnings: just in the rp

• (tence)The translator does not seem to easy at being in such close proximity to the Stone Will guard.
  
• The Stone Willed woman eyes the translator as they say, "Turn on your translator."
  
• I will answer what I am allowed to with an ...outsider
  
• But they are foolish men that only think of fighting and that there are danger around every corner. (you were near the Stonwilled)
  
• Not many of our people speak the trade language.
  
• No one seems overly mingling other then the instceoid ones and the steed bearing ones which people either show a vague reluctance to let them near or an out right dislike but dont shoo the m away.
  
• The Commander of the ship indicates La'vi and says it with the utmost distaste in having to address La'vi , as something real.
  
• Pausing as they keep a leery eye out even if this is their own battle ship as if there might be enemies.
  
• Automatically people draw weapons on La'vi and keep it on him as they attempt to test him but seem very unsure with how to test him.
  
• Tein steps back hesitantly as there is tension in the air between the possible commander and a man from a different battle ship.
  
• Well we had a mishap seems like one of our more dangerous illnesses got out but no worries it seems like it is under control."Tein makes a noise as if to argue with the leader...
  
• The commander smiles pleasantly at them even with his lips twitching in faint show of disgust as his gaze moves over La'vi.
  
• "Captain, it would seem the ship's occupied by two factions. Tensions are hot. ...The whole thing stinks of trouble though.
  
• The man turns about as he seems to repeatably seems to turn on this translator. He motions for La'vi to repeat him self after motioning for La'vi to turn on the translators.
  
• (the threat is real)Then they and a few others get overly aggressive and force him away as they get someone to explain that there are infected people in the rooms. No one seems to want to look directly at the doors to the rooms unless they have to.
  
• "Man, these guys look like they're ready to fight at any time...", Zeide thought to himself as he looks back over all the people in the room.
  
• It keeps one hand on the weapon and the other moves up to their neck to touch the communication device. They go through several unknown languages before it reaches any of the normal trader cants...."You will have to come with us so you can speak with those in charge. Or we can dispose of you here."
  
• (is read out by bug on the com system, later stated by reep) From the last log given to abandoned ship, Bug would have to place it about 6 months ago. They abandoned this ship due to some kind of viral emergency issued by the Snow Claw and many of the passengers dieing to some kind of some kind of illness.....n the maintenance logs it shows that before the medical alert it shows that there was an increase of repairs through out the ship, every time moving up to bigger and important systems.

If you want to know about consaquences in rps i can easily bring some up.
1. (DnD) Me as a GM allowed a book to be used. Within minutes i had to deal with a drug war i was not ready for. I did not pull back the book from getting stumped, I addapted)
2. Kith-kira Gurps. I gave my character amnisa do it does not remember the first 20 years of it's life. I ended up accused of murder my guy does not remember doing, royalty directly against them and they can't leave the place. I also over stuffed my self because my character never knew freedom or any thing out side their cave. They also got ruffied and i lost my character for a while. I was saved by other players at that point. I could of lost my character right there.
Later because of an ability i took to change between the genders the GM took that and told me I had to kill a side. So I had the poet kill the warrior. Ended up with a very distraught man for a session before i got told the other side is still alive and had to make the one character into two. I also took short temper and nearly got killed a number of times but rolled just well enough not to die. A lot of the short temper disadvantage almost killed me and would of if i was alone.
3. Again I had another aminsa character, Pip. Who was following about someone who thought they were God. But i had nasty memory triggers at unfortunate times which lead to my character getting knocked out or restrained. But because of the oath the player characters had with each other it was we had to watch out for each other even if mine had to choke out the other one who was a berserker.
4.DnD My drow guy. I had no say in him going insane, the GM took it from me and told me I had to play my character by how my GM said so when they gave me the list of freak outs. I have to go into a frothing rage when i saw those of my own race, and i was terrified of women and the mention of certain words. I never got to play him sane because we couldn't restore his wisdom by the point it ended. He was the one people thrusted out for distraction when the group needed it.
5. Warhammer 40K Regis- tech preist. He started out as a missionary, got accused for heresy, for selling weapons to the enemies. He got dragged into bar fights he was avoiding, had mobs after him and his group (that he did not call on him self), He has been disassembled twice, He has had violent possession where of voices in his head of the man he worked for and the brother that blew him self up (Psyonics are a bitch with mind rape), He has had a psychotic break down the lead to the death of several people (the gm took control there), His other brother is trying to kill him. A player has tried a number of times trying to rape him or at least molest him, he got torured by an alien race after being opened up, He got used as target practice as a part of a god tried to kill him. He has lost his legs several times, his own party member has disabled him in a critical time twice. He had space marines after him, blown up once, the man he worked for disassembled him, he ran into deamons, dead babies, assassins, has been forced to get drunk, Attacked by pretty much ever side on his own side. He had to deal with exposing corruption with death threats against him that he only got away because of very few ablities he had. He got marked by chaos at one point, rouge psykers have been after him and his group, Multapile betrayals, something he considers a god nearly killing him for information. This is all i can remember at this time. Every session he gets at least 3 horrible things per 4 hours of table top gaming. And only two times for the last real time year where he could relax.

These are only a few examples. I am leaving out most of the shit my characters have been through and this is not even half. Stop whining for one character. I never got a warning either. If you want more examples of shit happening talk to Horizonblue and Reep.

Also you can PM me not put it in OOC

Dude.... If you didn't want to have things happen to your character go play with kids.... Oh wait they can do shit too. You do realize this could of been much worse right.. I see this as generously kind... And if you didn't want this public why bring me into this and put it on the OOC.....Kind of a bitch move to bring it there then complain about it.

I lost all my memory but 1.25% of it. All which I will never get back unlike you. You gave the gm a toy, your 15 years of missing past.
OptimalZelda nearly died in this rp to turret fire.
Bug probably came really close to death by mauling from what ever was in the bridge of the ship she was on. I could be very wrong in my therory
I probably was going to die... The GM/Admin told me after the fact I would probly die, hell's bells I expected it from my guy. I just was baffled I was not stopped by my partner. I didn't mind but I was just baffled because i thought the smart one would stop the stupid one.
Cash stayed out of the fighting and dangerous areas by sticking out of the massive dangerous areas, and might of been blown out of the sky if they could find him. And Yumi's person well not a lot of action came from her.

Personally with paranoia, I would of relaxed with what they said since I'm on a battle ship with high tension, full of what appears to be military men, that are wound the fuck up, under protocols of some kind to keep their own a live which most do don't seem to agree with, and those nearest you that you have seen are sleep deprived (Stupid choices on their side. Period). I do not know the standing of the men in question when it comes to civilians of another nation which could potentially be kill for any reason and not put in a room, seeing our crew has an unknown number to them. You said paranoid.....Where was that with the thinking mind....

(Still working on him)

Name: Sonny
Age: Physically, he appears to be in his 20s.
Gender: Technically male.
Appearance: Sonny is unusually tall, at over 6 feet, and though he appears to be frail, there is great strength within his frame. Sonny has light purple skin, with short white hair that appears to be slicked back, and a gentle face with solid green eyes. Like most of his race, Sonny also has a metal projection on his head: in his case, a small metal horn.
Bio/History: The first thing Sonny remembers is waking up in a scrapyard with no memory of who he was. One of the workers found him laying in a pile of junk, asking "Hey, sonny. You okay?" He asked if "sonny" was his name, but the disgruntled worker merely pulled out of the pile, and fixed him up before sending him on his way. Sonny would later find a holo-recording in his person. A middle-aged man appeared on it, telling him, "Son, you're too young to understand this right now, but I did what I did for the best of reasons. Very bad people are after you, and I've erased your memories to keep you safe. I'll understand if you hate me for this, but one day, you'll discover your true purpose. And when you do, you'll change the galaxy." It wasn't too difficult for Sonny to find work as a mechanic at a starship depot, and when Terra approached several workers including himself, saying she needed a mechanic, he happily accepted.
Personality: It's pretty hard to hate Sonny; he views the world around him with an almost childlike innocence, and is quick to earn the friendship of most people around him.
Race:(and information on them) CAST: A race of androids with their own government, CASTs are as widely varied in appearance as humans are.

Specialty: Ranged weapons and covert ops.
Strengths: Since he's an android, Sonny is immune to nearly all biological diseases and other weaknesses that can affect humans and other carbon-based lifeforms, and he does not require life support to function. He's also amazingly proficient at repairing all kinds of machines.
Weakness: He's a bit easy to take advantage of, and because he's an android, he's vulnerable to technological hazards such as computer viruses, certain levels of energy discharges, remote control shutdown devices, or through use of his "off switch."
Position: Mechanic/engineer

Strength: 2
Intelligence: 4
Speed: 0
Durability: 2
Flexibility: 0
Endurance: 4
Willpower: 3
Dexterity: 2
Energy projection: 6

Accessories
Armor:
Weapons:
Accessories:

Under the circumstances I will be retiring La'vi into a canister but he will still be on ship. We need a diplomat or social character on the ship since we lost the one we had for now.

Name: Jedia Mitheras
Age: 33 assumed
Gender Female
Appearance:
5’10”, 220 lbs
She is a wiry woman, with ruddy skin that has a pallid complexion. Her long straight hair is black and her eyes are jade green. Her Angular Arrays are shaped to look like stylized fins that come up from rectangular device behind her ears. They flair up when she is accessing the arrays. She as minimal show of mechanics in her face where only the faint traces of her cybernetic eye from the slivers of metal and the red glow from the eye. She has slender show of mechanical enhancements in her fleshy arm where the metal show, and her other arm is 3/4th robotic with false skin over the hand, containing xeno weaponry inside it. Her second set of arms, are fully mechanical and attached to her Cyber mantel, much like her mechadendrites. Where the metal shows through she has tried to make it as natural as she can or artistically as one can with metal and flesh. Her legs show where they have been enhanced and have cybernetics to deal with the added weight. The tell tale of mechanical enhancement move up through her torso to keep her body strong for the cybernetics.
She has a detachable facemask, which she can remove completely but she prefers not to if there is no reason to. All of her Cyber enhancements are slender or more trim then where she comes from but still adds a large amount of weight to her body due to all the metal.
She has a bar code on the inside of her wrist, which is always hidden by jewelry or cloth. If asked about it she will talk of procedures of a mind wipe. It is to mark her as having one.

Bio/History:
From her past she knows her mother’s name was Starr, and her father’s name was Magnus who was a tech priest. She remembers having three brothers, Mar who is a deceased guardsman, Scab who is an arbitrator, and Frastus who was taken to be a Imperial Psyker. Also, that they all lived on a hive world in the Imperum. But this is all from a book she had after coming to. She knows that someone went through it and ripped out pages of parts of her past, most likely the last group of people she worked for erasing their tracks or her self for whatever reason. In the back of the book someone left a note of “Its for your own safety that you got mind wiped. “ There were some people and coordinates that she went to and got some fragments of her pervious life but there were still massive chunks missing from her memories.
She knows she is from the Cult of the Mechanicus or the tech priest of her section of Space, and that she seems to be a diplomat that has a natural gift for body modifications and security. She also knows that she was about 27 years old, give or take a year, when she lost then regained some memories that were saved elsewhere but seems like someone was good at covering their backs as well as out thinking her. She believes there is 12 years of absolutely no mention on her life from what she can gather. At least with 15 years of her life there were small mentions of her life, not a lot but there was at least some fragments.
She left the system despite the obvious warnings and notes of that might be a bad idea. She caught a ride to a system out of the influence of her people, through bartering on a trade ship. She upgraded some of their security and provided physical relief that her augmented body was skilled at.
For the next five years she was traveling as a companion and security consultant, as well as acting as a mediator for political parties that required an in between. She Learned quickly that with some races a show of force was a better diplomatic move so she went in with modifies security bots that she her self upgraded as well as upgrading her self to deal more with threats if her bots are taken down. After those five long years she met up with a fairly short captain and found that they some times required a more diplomatic person on board and offered her services. So far she has been off and on for two years. She despises La’vi and his tactics for opening fire and him invading her space.

Personality: She does not talk much about her family or past because she does not truly remember them, only stories of what people have told and shown her of her missing past.
She is polite and will research those of the races that she will be in close communication with so she may know their manners. She keeps up with the local politics of aliens she will be in contact with and keep up on the local customs to place those she will be talking with at ease. She does not look forward to aggravating people and would prefer if situations do not come down to fighting. She will work with very little emotion showing but she is still quite human and will succumb to emotions if they get out of her control. She understands how to speak like someone with a dirty mouth but if it comes to it she can but it is not a natural thing for her unless she is messing with something that affects her body movement or her security bots. As for dealing with seduction, she knows how to use what she naturally has to tantalize those interested in human females.
She is very attached to her security bots and they all seem to have genders and names. Most of her bots also seem to have some ‘fleshy’ parts from those that have given up around. If asked about this she says it is a tradition of her people to make those no longer useful, useful.
She also loves her particular art, which is scrimshawing. She does get touchy if someone breaks her art on purpose. With her bar code she gets cold and technical when talking about it. She does not seem to enjoy it being brought up.

Race: Robotically augmented Human

Specialty: Diplomacy and mechanical security
Strengths: Security, diplomacy, Mechanical body augmentation.
Weakness: Missing history, mechanical parts, does not like surprises.
Position: Diplomatic advisor.

Strength: 1
Intelligence: 2
Speed: 0
Durability: 1 (electricity, Hands/cybernetics only, absorbed into Potentic coil. Over loads can happen.)
Flexibility: 1
Endurance: 0
Willpower: 2
Dexterity: 1
Energy projection: 1(electricity, Hands/cybernetics only, comes from the Potentic coil.)

Accessories
Armor: Cyber mantel, mechanical parts
Weapons: Laz pistol, mono blade. Staff, arm gun (xeno tech fixed in it)
Accessories:
Not connected
Street clothing and red robes.
Crystalline carving,
Fragment of stained glass
A cog and skull medallion
Sanctified oils
Massage oils.
Incenses
Relaxing teas and powder drinks
Data slate
Drugs, Medical
Drugs, opiates
Decorated Servo skull
Condoms- anti-pregnancy chemicals
Scrimshaw tools
Spare mechanical parts
Cleaning supplies
Cleaning rag
Lighter
Battered book of memories

Connected,
Eletroo incluctors,
Eletro graph
Cranial implants
Second set of mechanical arms, (injector in the right arm, Utility tools on the left.)
Potentic coil,
Mechadendrite optic
Mechadendrite Medicare
Mind impulse unit (MIU)
Angular Array
Cybernetic Eye.

Name: Manny Rickerts / callsign "Kirin"
Age: 54.
Gender: Male

Appearance: 6'3", built like a fat bear. Grayish hair cut short and combed over. Wears a large flak jacket with several pockets over a thick black sweater, as well as a pair of dark blue jeans cinched with a belt made of what appeared to be someone's tail.

Bio/History: Born in the capital of Azarel Prime, the landing world of the Azarel Syndicate. Developed a love for flight early on after his father, a pilot as well, took him on a joyride in a small civilian craft around the towering spires of Azarel's largest city. At the age of 15, he began flight instruction at an out-of-system school for human pilots recommended by the Azarel government. Typically, at 18, he would have signed up with the Azarel Air Force and would have been first in line to join the Azarel Sky Crawlers, the top space-borne fighter squadron in the force, were it not for a friend of his, second in class, jealous of his achievement, and one day, after tricking Manny into getting rip-roaringly drunk, then tricked him into signing a contract to join a multi-species mercenary space force. That night, a pair of dark-suited men dragged him, still drunk, and sent him to the Black 88, the mercenary carrier ship that he was signed up for.
For the next 18 years, Manny would serve alongside other species, whom he would berate and put down at length - at least, until he found out that they'd be covering his back. Since then, he's learned to trust them after countless engagements with other armies. One day, the Black 88 received a transmission from Azarel to attack a key anti-Azarel coalition battleship stationed not too far from Azarel Prime. Once that engagement was over, the Black 88 was under attack by Azarel forces - they were used as a scapegoat to both provide an excuse to destroy the coalition battleship and to maintain the tenuous peace between the coalition and Azarel.
Within that force was the Sky Crawlers. Within the Sky Crawlers was the man that betrayed Manny. Within him, in a few moments after the Black 88 sent out its fighters, was the full armament of Manny's fighter. However, the Black 88 would soon fall, its members being scattered among the stars.
18 years passed, and Manny has jury-rigged his small, Azarel-built fighter into housing a complete life support system, sealing the secondary armament chamber and modifying it to carry food, drink and other necessities. He worked on and off, doing odd jobs and occasional solo mercenary work - having your own ship capable of both atmospheric and interstellar flight did you pretty well against desert tribes armed with nothing more than gunpowder small arms. The ship has still been damaged over time, however, and is on its last legs. Last he was seen planetside, the ship required extensive atmospheric sealing.

Personality: Carefree. A bit(read: VERY) cocky at times, and occasionally abrasive towards others. Likes drink, food, and song. If he likes you, boy, you've made a friend for life. Works well with damn near anyone, though a bit cautious around those he believes can't be trusted. With those he regards as less than friends and more than enemies, he holds in passive impartiality to quiet caution. Mostly got rid of his typical Azarellian xeno-hate - except for Silurians. He just can't trust them - they're as duplicitous towards humans as their females are HOT.

Race:(and information on them) Azarellian Human:
A branch of humanity which retained a strange and often troublesome tendency towards humanocentrism. Based on the planet Azarel, named for its ambitious (yet rubbish) exploration crew - ambitious in that they pretty much subjugated the planet and the system at large, rubbish thanks to the fact that they just made humans VERY unpopular in that sector and ignited a massive war that ended in a tenuous ceasefire. Still has intermittent skirmishes, though - the Azarel government decided to hire out mercenaries to fight against the unified non-human races under a false flag operation, occasionally using them as scapegoats and killing them to maintain appearances. As it is, the war is still going on, with xenophobic propaganda being blared at those who still bother to stay in Azarel territory - and despite the despotic government of the Azarel Syndicate, life is still pretty good down there - most of it being funded by massive economic expansion preceding and following every major military operation. As it is, both the Unified Forces and Azarel are cautiously building up their forces while maintaining facades of peace(HA) and friendship(DOUBLE HA).
Other than rampant xenophobia, the state emphasizes servitude towards the nation and humanity at large, and as such, by the age of 18 standard, one must either be in training or actively working at an approved profession or be drafted into the military - appropriately enough for the society, the military is the most popular choice. Second would be their manufacturing, famous for making armaments en masse in somewhat mediocre quality, yet with tons of replaceable, interchangeable parts and built to last, to boot. Some in the government sell outside to other human settlements for cheap, making a pretty large profit in both monetary and technological advance.
Most Azarel technology is based on modular frames - a tractor can easily be modified into a tank or an all-terrain troop carrier with the proper attachments. Likewise, their ships can easily be shifted from civilian service to speed and performance to even military use - mainly just by adding an extra engine or weapon. In a pinch, certain modular pieces - most notably, the weapons - can be used outside a modular frame at less effectiveness, due to lack of a more powerful source of energy. Those with ties to Azarel industry enjoy the benefit of having a fleet of whatever they need at the time, just by doing a quick part replacement. Those outside Azarel's jurisdiction, however, don't fare as well, as exports are few and far between.

Specialty: Interstellar and atmospheric tactics, interstellar, orbital and atmospheric dogfighting.
Strengths: Dogfighting and piloting in general, bit of boxing. Tendency to learn quickly.
Weakness: Azarel Humanity has a reputation for being complete jerks to the universe at large and plastering the Azarel name damn near anywhere they please.
Position: Fighter/Scout Pilot

Strength: 2
Intelligence: 2
Speed: 0
Durability: 0
Flexibility: -1
Endurance: 2
Willpower: 2
Dexterity: 2
Energy projection: 0

Accessories:
Armor: Flak vest, heavy boots
Weapons: Azarel-pattern heavy energy pistol, monomolecular utility knife, steel wrench, a special piece of his last and longest-lived fighter the "Lonely Chaser" in the form of a modular laser cannon
Accessories: Flask, lens cleanser and cloth, specialized sunglasses for near-star travel, spare chargeable pack for pistol, rucksack filled with personal effects and two changes of clothes.