Sky Pirates of Q'arib [Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi, Freeform] - Interest Check

[greypsychman]

Kyler “Ole” Olson:
Gender: Male
Age:  35
Nationality (Race if a Magical Creature): Human- birth place Mars
Sexual Preferences: Heterosexual

Physical description (picture if applicable):

Kyler  is 6’ 1” tall and weighs 200 pounds.  He has brown hair and wears a beard and short hair.   Kyler has bright blue eyes. He usually dresses in camouflage fatigues. It is his old militia uniform but he has removed things like his name and unit markings. There is a 3 inch long scar on the front of his right shoulder and a 5 inch long scar on his abdomen that runs diagonally from his right waistline to just below his sternum. These were wounds received in combat.

Height: 6’ 1”
Weight: 200 lbs
Skin color: Tan
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Blue

Personality:
     Kyler, after you get to know him, has quite a sense of humor.  He enjoys carousing and when he has had a few too many drinks will break into bawdy military songs or drinking songs.  Kyler values honor and lives by his personal code of honor (Never take advantage of another person/ be fair, Be respectful at all times, and Always help a lady in distress).

  Quirks:
    Kyler has read a lot of Mythology and Legends from old Terra. He is especially fond of Norse Mythology and the legends of King Arthur and his knights. From his interest in King Arthur, he developed his code of honor.
Likes/dislikes:
      Kyler likes athletics (especially team sports), Ale, Reading,
      Kyler dislikes rude, arrogant people who consider themselves better than others
Strengths/weaknesses:
    Kyler’s strengths are his good memory, caring attitude toward others, and physical fitness
    Kyler’s weaknesses are his naivete (believes the best in people and can be easily conned)
    and his self-doubt (always feels he could have done something better)

Weapons: Automatic Pistol, Automatic Rifle, Combat Knife
Short Bio:
     Kyler was born on Mars and his parents were middle class. His father owned a butcher shop and his mother was a seamstress. He has two significantly older sisters (Kari was 11 years older and Dana was 9 years older).  Kyler was not very close to his sisters because they were married and had started their own families by the time he was in his middle teens.   
    Growing up, Kyler dreamed of being a Soldier. Kyler tried to get into the Terran Military Academy when he was old enough but due to his background and lack of funds, he was turned down. He did join the Mars militia and began to receive some military training. He was a sharp soldier, and was offered the opportunity to attend Officer Candidate School, which he gladly accepted. His military officer training was in the cavalry (mounted vehicle combat). When he graduated OCS, he was commissioned a second lieutenant and he was assigned to be the leader of the 1st platoon, A Troop,4-7 Cavalry of the Mars Militia. His unit was a scout platoon. He did well in the training exercises that were held.
      Kyler’s unit, the 4-7 Cavalry was assigned to the Terran 57th Mechanized Brigade and deployed to the frontier. On one mission, while his platoon was out on reconnaissance patrol, Kyler was wounded in his right shoulder by sniper fire. During a frontier campaign, the scouts used gun jeeps (a jeep with a heavy machine gun mounted on it). The Terran military got a priority on material and supplies so the Martian 4-7 Cavalry, material and supplies became harder and harder to get. Kyler’s scouts found themselves using horses or even going out on foot. He was overjoyed when his scout platoon once again was assigned gun jeeps to use because the Terrans were getting more casualties during the campaign. That was due to the scouts inability to provide long distance, early warning intelligence because they were on foot. During another battle, Kyler’s platoon became engaged and Kyler’s gun jeep was hit with a rocket propelled grenade. He was severely injured with shrapnel in his abdomen. The Terran’s decided Kyler was unfit for duty and dismissed him from the service, and sent him home. Kyler had a bad taste in his mouth concerning the Terran government and Military after that experience..
     Since that time, Kyler has worked as a mercenary or bounty hunter. However, before he accepts a contract, he evaluates how moral and ethical the job appears. He has refused jobs he considers immoral or unethical.

[Saia]

Name: Ilmi Iluka
Gender: Female
Age: 110 (human) years
Nationality (Race if a Magical Creature): Qinsani Elf

Sexual Preferences: Unsure

Physical description:

Height: 5’4”
Weight: 120 lbs
Skin color: Olive
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Grey

Personality: Soft-spoken | Amiable | Caring (towards those she trusts) | Calculating | Neurotic | Flight > Fight

Quirks:
- Likes to add food coloring to her potions for no other reason than to make them look cute. The bright colors have become a trademark characteristic of her products.
-  Cannot control her urge to decorate when she has nothing to do. Will most likely tamper with other people’s weapons by scribbling, adding stickers, or wrapping them in ribbons if she sees them out in the open, unclaimed and unguarded by anyone nearby. Has gotten her in trouble more times than she can count.

Likes/dislikes:
Likes: Decorating, swimming, sweet food, bitter food
Dislikes: Violence, loud noises, spicy food, the smell of strong ale, jungles, messes

Strengths/weaknesses:
+ Nimble
+ Flexible
+ Resourceful
+ Knowledgeable in poisons, antidotes, and a couple of other substances

- Weak. Horrible at hand-to-hand combat, can’t lift heavy objects, etc.
- Fainthearted. Jumpy, easily frightened, very prone to becoming “a deer in the headlights”
- Not the best at operating complicated machinery
- Tends to overthink and overanalyze a situation when in distress
- A bit of a neat freak

Weapons:
- Concealed dart launcher, loaded with toxin darts
- Toxic smoke bombs
- Poisons in liquid and powder form

Short Bio:
Ilmi was raised in the capital of Qinsan, a place known for its many medical schools. Of the two major sister schools in Qinsan, she belonged to the school that specialized in antidotes. Her sister Mal, on the other hand, studied in the poisons school.

The two schools required their students to partner up to take part in a huge annual project. Naturally, the two sisters chose to work with each other. This led them to waiting only until the last few days to start on their project. The materials they needed were sold out everywhere. Against the warnings of the local merchants, the duo decided to brave their way into the nearby jungle to get what they needed themselves.

But before they could even take one step into the jungle, Ilmi chickened out. Her sister went in alone. It was only when nighttime came that Ilmi rushed into the forest to check on her sibling. By the time she found her sister, Mal was being shoved into the back of a ship by a group of mercenaries. Ilmi was too much of a coward to move. All she could do was watch in dread as the masked men took her sibling away. That was the last time she ever saw her sister. 

Ilmi has since dedicated herself to both the craft of antidotes and poisons in honor of Mal. At present, she travels between worlds, selling all types of illicit substances to war leaders, politicians, organized criminal groups, and other clients that lurk the black market. With the guilt of past events gnawing at her insides everyday, Ilmi is willing to do anything to obtain information on the whereabouts of the mercenary group and her sister. And she believes the princess has the resources that could help her with just that.

[Nowherewoman]

Oh my. A lizard AND an elf?

Dov is gonna be busssyyyyy

Lovely avatar for her, too, Saia

[Saia]

Also Saia, welcome to E, looking forward to the CS :)

Thank you! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

Oh my. A lizard AND an elf?

Dov is gonna be busssyyyyy

Lovely avatar for her, too, Saia

Yup, she's a treat who won't just be for the eyes

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Aaand she is approved. Look for the CS thread and the OOC 

I hope to start us off by the (or during) the weekend.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Here is the CS Thread

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335847.0 - please post your Character Sheets there :)

https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335848.0 - this is the OOC thread

[Juggtacular]

I've got an idea for a Drakkon.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Looking forward to it

[Vlexia]

Slowly introducing myself back into the E life and this looks extremely fun!

I’ll dust my muse off and make a CS tonight 😋

Thinking a bounty Hunter of some sort….split between human or Orc because….why not lol

[Vlexia]

Submitted for Review!

Name: Vaja-Rul (va-ja-ROOL)
Gender: Female
Age: 41
Nationality (Race if a Magical Creature): Orc, from the Planet Nezbuleth V within the Terran Empire

Sexual Preferences: Pansexual

Physical Description:

Large compared to many other races, quite average within her own. She also wears traditional paint on her face that Orcs use to distinguish which tribe they hail from. Vaja-Rul’s is typically gold smeared across the eyes and down the cheeks. Only in private, and with close friends, does anyone see her naked face as it is superstitiously viewed as “naked and exposing” in Nezbuleth custom. Extended over her upper lip are her two elongated lower canines.

Height: 6’8”
Weight: 240lbs
Skin color: Ash Green
Hair color: Very Black
Eye color: Blue

Personality: The woman is a creation of her culture within the stronghold she was born and raised. Nothing is fair, especially life, and if you want something you must take it. She is proud and aggressive, having to prove herself more to her tribe and the world because of being a woman. She isn't shy, yet it might seem that way to others as she doesn't speak when spoken to, tending to ignore the ones around her, not desiring the spotlight. Instead, she likes to "people-watch", like a predator. This has come especially handy in her occupation of hunting bounties or contracts for the Empire. Despite her quieter nature, when pushed too far she will send a harsh verbal warning to whomever is taunting her, but “talking it out” isn't her initial go-to; if it continues, Vaja-Rul will throw a punch or start a fight first and skip the later questions altogether.

Quirks: Stumbles over her words when excited. In her lands, you talk with your actions and fists, not with sly distracting sentences. Can be seen getting visibly frustrated when someone is spinning bullshit too quick for her tongue to keep up. Scalps her bounties that don’t need to be brought in alive, and for every person she has killed she nicks a scar along her torso to keep herself grounded. At the present, she has 57 raised scars.

Likes/dislikes: Loves people who can keep up with her physically. Loves to learn new fighting styles, the history of other planets, and friendly competition. Cannot stand people who pick on the weak: you stand chest to chest with someone who can handle you or you’re nothing. Criminals hold a special level of disdain in her heart, but the sneaky little pickpocket types are the utter bane of her existence.
Strengths/weaknesses: Powerful, heavy, and extremely strong, but not graceful and unnoticeable. Can’t hold her alcohol. Like, at all.

Weapons: Being funded by the Empire through successful bounties, she is extremely well-armed:
Large serrated short sword that is used like a dagger in her hands: left hip
Stiletto blade belted to her left forearm
1 Long, single barrel shotgun: holstered to her back
1 double barreled, sawed-off shotgun on right hip
High security hinged, pressure-point handcuffs on her belt
Electric Bola
Rope
She has not found anyone who can make armor that fits her, so her clothing is made with more traditional leather with plating at weak points such as the abdomen, back, chest, and groin areas.


Short Bio: Born in an Orcish stronghold, Vaja-Rul has learned the hard way of life. Being one of the many, many illegitimate children born of the chieftain, and a female no less, the young Orc was lost in the crowd as she grew up. She worked in the nearby mines at a very early age, then learned to smith and fight with what she could physically make from the ore and stone.

Nezbuleth was an archaic planet before being colonized, so it was shocking to her race to go from a Hunter/Gatherer society, to modernized almost overnight. Many in her tribe, especially the older ones who remembered the stories of their grandparents, still struggled to learn and conform to Empire rule, but Vaja-Rul was born under the thumb and had few problems. Clinging to the remaining shreds of her culture, while she understands technology and modern governing laws, she still does holds some customs dear. The tribal face paint, the intentional battle scaring, and scalping her queries being just a few examples.

When her father, the chief, finally died, she left the next day, leaving the squabble for his replacement behind Vaja-Rul had no interest fighting her siblings to rule a dying tribe on a nomadic planet in the outskirts of the Empire. So the next supply ship took her on as a worker, and at an Imperial Port she got licensed and contracted to become a Bounty Hunter for the Empire. Talent and strength was always welcomed here at the edge of the law, and she would clearly not disappoint.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

  CS approved! Please post her in the CS thread :)

[Elizabeth Ecsed]

Name: Catryn
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Race : Felinx

Sexual Preferences: Ladies, dominants, kink.

Physical description (picture if applicable): Roughly five feet tall if stretched out all the way, counting the ears, but she's flexible. Lightly furred plus waist length hair. Tail is prehensile.

    Height: 4'11 ish
    Weight: 80
    Skin color: Tabby
    Hair color: Honey brown
    Eye color: All black.

Personality: Sweet, curious, enjoys finding out things, exploring.

    Quirks: Sometimes plays with her food. Occasionally sneaks up on people. Easily distracted, likes shiny things. Plays dumb sometimes, and misunderstands things every so often.


    Likes/dislikes: Most people, cuddles, being pet (with permission), sex with friends, kink. Warmth. Video games, typically puzzle solving or lone super soldier vs an army.

People grabbing her tail, trying to distract her with shiny objects at the wrong time, or petting without permission. Water and being wet, cold. When people won't let her play with machines.

    Strengths/weaknesses: Acrobatics, both in gravity and micro or null gravity.

The product of generations of spaceflight adapted creatures, can handle most space situations easily.

All four paws have opposable thumbs.

Genius mechanic, though if left completely unmonitored with machines and electronics might attempt to 'improve them', with results ranging from the miraculous to the utterly dysfunctional to the explosively catastrophic.

-Fragile. Getting hit hurts a lot, and her bones are pretty easy to break.

- Distractable, not inclined to do things that bore her, utterly incapable of things like stakeouts or guard duty.

-Will get fussy about food, environment, being dirty, bored, sleepy, hungry, or just not entertained enough... Mixed with sleeping more than most, often at inconvenient times.

Weapons: Nano enhanced and strengthened claws and fangs.

Neural disruptor, guaranteed to stun at least fifteen species. (Touch weapon only)

Ionic pulse variable personal shield generator, capable of defense against a decent amount of energy weapons and kinetic attacks. Can extend into a blade about a foot long.


Short Bio: Felinx are a  widespread species, largely because they tend not to stand being around each other for long. To  an extent they are somewhat rare, as nurturing tends not to be in the species description, and their insatiable tendency to mess with things has unpredictable results. But they are highly valued by any spaceship crew who can balance getting needed repairs and maintenance out of them with the supervision necessary to make sure they don't blow up anything vital.

Catryn has drifted around a couple of technical universities and shipyards, mostly exchanging her repair skills for food and shelter and the chance to learn about different kinds of machines.  She's relatively young for her species, but already developing quite a name for herself. Like most Felinx, her morality is whitish or gray.. something like slavery and rape is deeply offensive,  but consuming a sentient species is simply tasty.  In their own way, they can be extremely loyal, very protective of the people important to them, but also prone to wandering off in search of better or more entertaining situations.

[Nowherewoman]

Cattacattacattacatta CAT GIRL!

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Yay! We got ourselves a cat girl 

Approved, please post the CS in the CS thread! Will include the character in the next update.

[ChaoticWake]

Name: Charlotte "Charlie" Kingsley
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Nationality (Race if a Magical Creature): Terran Human from Earth

Sexual Preferences: Pansexual

Physical description (picture if applicable): She's slender, spending most of her money in keeping her ship running in tip-top shape. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, and standing at only 5'6". She doesn't look it, but she can pack a whallop.

Height: 5'6"
    Weight: 117 lbs.
    Skin color: Tanned
    Hair color: Blonde
    Eye color: Blue

Personality: Charlie has exactly zero fucks to give...especially about herself. Living life on the edge as she does, Charlie knows that every day could be her last. So why live it with any regrets? She speaks her mind, which has gotten her in trouble with authorities on more than one occasion. It has also helped her, and allowed her to have quite a healthy sexual appetite.

    Quirks: Flies like she lives...as if it is her last flight. It makes her crazy, but it also allows her to try things most people think are impossible. Doesn't usually turn down anything that will pay money.
    Likes/dislikes: Likes men, women, and everything in between. Enjoys rough sex, being taken, smoking, drinking, and getting high every so often. Enjoys making and spending money.
Dislikes assholes, uptight people, prudes, religious types, authority figures.
    Strengths/weaknesses: Top-notch pilot, decent gunfighter, has almost no fear. The few people she considers friends would be a strength and weakness, as she cares for their well being over all else. Also has the mouth of a sailor (thanks Terran Navy!)

Weapons: M-4 rifle with scope and laser targeting.
.45 Beretta
Damascus Steel bowie knife
Spring-loaded switchblade
14-1 multitool

Short Bio: Charlie was born on earth, to middle-class parents. Her father was a soldier who died on some long-forgotten planet that nobody real cared about. It left her to be brought up mostly by her mother after the age of 11. The loss of her father did cause Charlie to lash out, and after her third arrest at the age of 17 for stealing a visiting diplomats sons ship, her mother agreed with the judge that the best place for Charlie to learn some discipline was the military. Even though the military had killed her father, Charlie didn't have a choice on going. She just had a choice on which branch.

Thinking it the easiest, Charlie opted for the Terran Intergalactic Navy. It was this time that allowed her to learn how machines worked, and becoming a mechanic was like second nature. It also allowed her to learn the finer points of flying, and often she would end up riding shotgun with a pilot, despite military regulations. Charlie knew though that even though she was being given the "opportunity" to serve, the military wasn't going to be her career.

Once discharged from service, and not wanting to go home, Charlie spent her pension on a cheap little freighter. With her skills as a mechanic, she soon made it a tough, serviceable ship. And with her contacts made through her time in the military, Charlie was soon shuttling cargo...both legal and illegal...from place to place. It's given her a nice little nest-egg, though most of her money goes into keeping her ship afloat.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Approved! Please post her in the CS thread (you can find the links to the OOC and CS threads in the previous posts) :) Since the game has started I will tag her in the next update.

Here is the Game Thread, since I must have forgotten to post it in here too  https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335964.0

[ChaoticWake]

Approved! Please post her in the CS thread (you can find the links to the OOC and CS threads in the previous posts) :) Since the game has started I will tag her in the next update.

Here is the Game Thread, since I must have forgotten to post it in here too  https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335964.0

Yay!

[WaylaidWayward]

This looks like fun! Is it still open for me to dive in in the coming update?

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Yes, it is still open :)

[WaylaidWayward]

Name: "Dr." Evan Westly
Gender: Male
Age: 42
Nationality: Terran Human, Earth

Sexual Preferences:
Pansexual

Physical description: Evan is thin for his height. Slow too. That doesn't stop him from dressing in an almost business-like attire. Black for the main color and red to pop out, but neither draws as much attention as the plague doctor's mask.

Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 131 lbs
Skin color: Pale
Hair color: Brown, greying
Eye color: Brown

Personality: Deliberate | Soft-spoken | Petty
He holds two integrities closer than anything else: he will always return every snub and he will never breach his faith. Evan is pragmatic when it comes to his work: if something requires the removal of a limb or a concerning amount of disinfectant, he does not hesitate.

Quirks:
Evan has established a peculiar habit concerning his mask, be that he never takes it off in front of others.

Likes/dislikes:
Evan enjoys the quiet lull of faster than light travel, the way the stars burn eternally, and how planets look like from the distance of space.

Evan dislikes anything that attempts to pry at his past, those that believe his faith to be fake, and any grotesque display of poetry.

Strengths/weaknesses:
Evan says he's a practiced surgeon. If he's lying, at least he has to skills enough to back up those lies. He keep cool during pressure, at least he's used to loud noises.

However, he has impaired vision in one eye. Terrible face. Both of them are lingering issues from the accident. Additionally, he believes in omens and harbingers that foretell disaster. Will demand a change in course if such omens are encountered.

Weapons:
Evan carries a lever-action rifle and a doctor's bag with various implements.

Short Bio:
Surgeon, and barber if one so requires, Evan is a god fearing doctor.

Evan received no degree. His work was done in the lowly bowls of ships that hired him on. The first one that did was desperate for somebody cheap, for somebody that seemed like they knew what they were doing. Evan fit that bill to a tee. Over time and study, he became a competent surgeon. Used to the rigors and trials of a ship that travels between planets.

That's not to say anything of the struggles it took to reach that point. The sickly childhood that rode with him until he took on a loan to even get it cured, the long years practically slaving away to a debt, and the various odd jobs and ends he eventually had to take to even stumble upon a fascinating opportunity to help a man from bleeding out.

Even after the accident that turned the ship around and slammed against a meteorite, the one thing that stayed unwavering was a belief in a god. Which one? Whichever one exists.

[TheGrandAdmiral]

Looks good, post him in the CS thread :)