Game starts tonight latest. Be there.
Here are our characters:
5'8", chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes. Seren likes loose clothes, but they tend to range in the darker side just because he thinks he looks like a doofus in colors. Lives in faded jeans and smelly sneakers with doodles on them. He's a bit on the thin side, and pale from playing too many video games instead of going outside like a normal person.Weapon of choice:
An old fountain ink pen (hey, he thinks it's funny)Background:
Seren is a native to New Orleans, and has known his best friend Heather since they were in middle school. His father left when Seren was little, leaving him with his mother, who was always away on business, leaving little time for her son. He didn't mind it, and just threw himself into being with his friends for lack of a stable home environment.Current Location:
A basement. I'm kidding. New Orleans, on the ground.
This girl stands tall at 5'10. She has greenish-blue eyes and short, wavy golden-blonde hair; it hangs between her jaw and her collarbone. Usually she keeps it straightened, but the humidity of the city tends to fight this tooth and nail. She is not a thin girl, and could probably stand to lose about forty pounds or so. Even so, her strong build ensures that the extra weight is dispersed evenly, making her a curvy if not heavy woman. She enjoys wearing loose clothes, being a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl though it's argued Seren had an influence on this type of dress. Her shoes bear doodles, almost matching the ones on Seren's shoes. To say her complexion is fair would be an understatement; she and Seren are probably about the same hue skin-tone, which says enough about how often she ventures outside.Weapon of choice:
Her conductor's baton. Not much damage it can do, but it is a sharp piece of metal...Background:
Heather is a native to New Orleans, and Seren's best friend. They have known each other since her sixth grade year; since she was 12. Since then she has clung onto him more closely than anyone else around her, including her parents. Her home life has been described as a harsh, unforgiving one even if she has convinced herself it hasn't been so bad. She is highly convinced Seren knows her more than anyone else does.Current Location:
New Orleans, ground
: Short brown hair, Grey eyes. Wears a green pocket t-shirt, dark blue carpenter's jeans, black sneakers with white soles, and a faded black denim jacket.Background:
Has two loving, but strict parents. Marco's father taught him the beauty in respecting women, while his mother taught him to trust whatever he thought was right. While he holds no truly strong sense of justice, he knows 'good' or 'bad' from his years of acting out. He's since become a better student. His sense of humor varies, at some times juvenile and others, more adult. He believes himself to be an easy going guy.Location:
New Orleans; ground
Stands about 5’4” has a sort of lean build from personal exercise, has short black hair, green eyes. He has a few scars near his scrotum from his years of molestation (were administered as punishment for bad behavior) History:
Tobias hails from Springfield, Illinois. At the age of thirteen Tobias’s stepmother had begun sexually molesting him and this continued until he was sixteen, when one of his friends had finally pieced together enough signs of Tobias’s depression and aversion to the boy’s mother when not in her presence and high obedience when in it, not to mention a few other suspicious signs. When finally convinced to come out with the truth of the matter Tobias could have guessed it wouldn’t have gotten all better, although he would have never guessed his father shunning him after the incident settled, even after years of closeness between the father and son. Tobias quickly grew mistrustful of women in general even of the friend who had initially helped him come out with the horrible situation he had been in. He had been forced to see counseling when the School finally noticed this prejudice, which was met with some success.
Unpronounceable with human vocal chords. English Designation:
473Homeworld: The Ultothar
Seven is Praetorian born deep within the gullet of a massive extraterrestrial 'god' known as the Ultothar, which hosts an extremely volatile and bizarre ecology that has yet to be fully documented. Though the Ultothana (residents of the Ultothar) have no caste system and live in theoretical equality, the Praetorians are the most autonomous and respected members of their unusual society. One might say that they are the most evolved species residing in the gargantuan nuclear leviathan, as they are also the most individualistic when not under the direct influence of their God. Praetorians undergo excessive amounts of genetic alteration and receive the most advanced synthetic implants available, honing their bodies into biological weapons.History:
When the Colony Worlds collapsed, the agony and screams of billions were forever seared into the minds of all the Ultothana. The appearance of a woman, alien and strange, followed swiftly by a holocaust of fire and death. The sudden apocalyptic assault on their kind caught them entirely off guard, for never before had a civilization dared to challenge them. The Ultothana were not a violent people: they didn't have to be, for until that point there seemed to be no force in the Universe that could harm them. Until now. That woman and her power were a dire threat. Though the Ultothar and its children, the Daultothar were unharmed by this act of war, the possibility that they might be targeted next was the foremost thought within their Collective Mind.
For the first time, the Ultothana opened contact with galactic civilization and sent out a request for information regarding this woman. World after world sent back their confused apologies, some of them secretly pleased that the superpower's confidence had been taken down a peg. But eventually their summons were answered, and a group of four were allowed to pass beyond the writhing sea of gluttonous Consumers and stare into the massive, asteroid-pitted face of the Ultothar. That they were tracking the same woman was enough to gain the god's trust, and so he sent a single agent to act in his stead.
That agent was Seven, so-named for his rank among the Praetorian Elite. To better meld with the other members of the team and other terrestrial races, he was granted a Biosuit, an organism developed to conform to the body of its wearer and mimic the appearance of other sentient races. Seven's highly adaptive body, though only barely humanoid in appearance, is also more than capable of altering its structure to better fill out the suit. It also served as a psychological safety blanket, allowing Seven to feel the steady pulsation of organs that he was so used to in his homeland. Appearance (With Suit):Appearance (Without Suit):
A woman of medium build, standing at 5'8", she appears a lot more frail than she actually is due to the fact she does not eat nor sleep regularly. The heavy black circles that usually hang under her eyes are usually covered with makeup, though some days she just cannot be arsed to bother with her own upkeep and there are often days where she looks exactly how she feels. Her hair has not been cut in over four years, and it hangs messily past her waist though she keeps up with washing and conditioning. She often lets it hang however she likes unless on a mission, where it is bunched onto the top of her head. Her usual attire is a plum colored business suit, the pnecil skirt and jacket with a white, long sleeved shirt underneath. Under the collar of her shirt a deep violet ribbon is tied into a long bow. Due to a natural mutation, her eyes are of a soft lavender instead of blue, green, or brown much like normal human eyes. Because of this, she always wears special contacts when visiting her hometown.History:
Kara has not disclosed much of her own history before a certain point of her life. Cid, her father, has been the one to tell most people what she's about, considering how quiet she tends to be about herself, always looking out for others instead of herself. According to what she's said once, it's all she has left. She doesn't smile much anymore, she hardly laughs, and if she's ever happy it's around her father.
From the understanding Cid has let on, Kara had once been a vibrant young woman with goals and ambitions, and they as a family had been a group of bounty hunters. She was very close to the crew members, especially the two men she grew up with; Soren and Walker. After getting involved in a war and losing Soren, Walker up and disappeared without so much as a single parting word, leaving Kara, her father, and their commanding officer Aileen to repair what was broken. However, there was not much time to do so before Decorus destroyed their planet-- rather, only just over half of it. Any prospect of ever finding her friend again was null and void and the crew had to move their base somewhere more stable.
Since the search for Decorus has been on, Kara has lost another two friends- People they had picked up from one of the razed planets. One had picked a fight with the demon after apparently having had enough, and the other was so stricken with grief he left abruptly. The repeated scenario has left the woman with a rather bitter taste in her mouth toward people in general.
Kara is the crew's Vice Captain as well as copilot and Weapons Specialist.
Cid is a scruffy old man, though he hardly looks his age. Years of chain smoking surely should have done him in by now, but he remains a strong man with strong lungs, somehow. His hair is the exact same shade of blonde Kara's is, the light, almost yellow color. His is very muscular, and the only sign of his age is the wrinkles around his eyes or when he smiles. His blue eyes are one of the more striking features on his face, their light hue complimented by his hair color.History:
He is Kara's father, the captain of their ship, Castiel, and in many cases, the pilot. He was the one who started the crew in the first place, their group's name the Freeborn. They started out as a band of bounty hunters who became war heroes after a sequence of chance meetings and a huge case of being in the wrong place at the right time. Cid has always had a love of adventure, though he hadn't so much realized this until his sister Irea, renowned galaxies over as one of the best bounty hunters in the universe, was hunted down by her own head. Since then, The Castiel has not set foot on the ground very much, and even less so now that his homeworld is essentially ruined.
Since the deaths of two of his crewmembers, Cid's drinking and smoking habits have not gotten any better. His depression has landed him a permanent seat back at the Freeborn base, where it's a bit harder to concentrate on all the bad in the world. Since stepping down as acting Captain, his duties now lie more in paperwork and less in dealing with death and destruction. It is said his temperament has even become better.
Two profiles have yet to be finished; they are here but not complete. These are all the people participating thus far, but I am still accepting potential characters.