Galactic Wanderers

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Name: Wren

Species: Scavenger

Gender: None, as far as the other crew members know

Age: 28 in human terms

Appearance: [X] Standing at 5'8" and relatively lean, Wren is fits the standards of androgyny. When Wren lifts the thin visor over its eyes, its green eyes are blinding to look at, they glow so brightly. The few occasions its removed its gloves, its skin was a icy blue color. Other than that, no one has really seen the Scavenger's appearance.

Personality: Overly curious, very flighty, takes medicine very seriously however, often can't keep its mouth shut to save its life, blunt in its speech, fond of being correct, hates being incorrect/told off and will sulk like a child, textbook case of wanderlust, is loyal to those its trusts though

Backstory: Wren, as it is now known as, was never one to stay planetside, not when there were fun things in space that wanted to eat you while you tried to study it. With expert medical skills via its apprenticeship under a master and a kind trader, it was off planet as soon as it could be. Its knowledge has only grown as it travels but grows lonely in its travels. Wren hopes to make a family out of the crew of the Pheonix.

Main Job on Ship: On-ship doctor, walking alien encyclopedia

Equipment: The large robotic arm, which can be used independently of the org arms or with the left arm as an extension and the knifes stored in its helm and various other parts of its armor.

Skills: Fluently speaks Galactic Common, Scavenger and conversational Human, is able to operate confidently on any noted database species, knowledgeable in all things organic, has some technology knowledge but it is limited to lesser robotics, hand to hand combat skills, fine control over the robotic arm to the point Wren can use it in surgery

Misc: It has extraordinary luck when it comes to not dying, which is how its survived this long.
 
Wren is accepted.

The appearance of a Scavenger on board, could everyone whose character has received the Transfusion that allows telepathic communication, add that as a note in the Misc. It is unfortunately unlikely that they will be able to receive it from Wren, as one of the most difficult parts of the transfusion is trying to make it so that the recipient won't reject the blood.

Should the blood be rejected, the effects will be the same as any rejected transfusion, with the addition of hallucinations of varying extremity.
 
Gonna have this up by Friday.
 
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Hey, I know this is a little late, but I have a character I would like to through in here if you don't mind?

Caleb Heart
(Bret Calhare)

Human

Male

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5'7"


Biography
Bret plays things close to the vest in fear of being found out. He generally listens more than he talks, and when he does talk he will not say more than what is needed. If you can manage to stay around him long enough you might be able to get past his outer shell where he will treat you more like a friend, but still keep you at a distance.

From a young age Caleb was no stranger to a traveling lifestyle. Caleb's father, Jason, did work that, at the time, Caleb didn't understand. He only knew that he would be gone for long stretches of time, before coming home for brief visits lasting a couple days to a week at best. Other times Caleb and his mother, Henrietta, would move to where his father would be working. This lead to Caleb not having a lot of personal friends, but rather several Internet groups he called friends. For many years he lived in this constant state of limbo where his mother and himself moved almost every two months; sometimes to a different colonies other times to stations or systems. When Caleb was twelve he found out that his father didn't actually have a steady job, hence the constant moving around, but instead work as private security for those that needed it. The type of security work he did varied in clients which sometimes made living hard.

Split pretty even Caleb and his mother lived in upper privileged stations or cities, but there were also times, when work was hard to come by, that they lived in rough colonies. For some years Caleb had to try and defend himself from other boys that found fun in picking on the weaker kids. Learning quick, but hard, Caleb began to fight back resulting in being escorted home be police with a pending assault charge. He was just eight-teen when his sentence was being processed for a special term of house arrest that would span four years being held in time if he went off world due to his legal guardianship with his father and mother. This earned Caleb the disappointment of his father, and made his mother very unsettled about how she raised him. Feeling more of an outcast in his own home Caleb Hopped around to several police forces before enlisting in Human Colonial Armada to get away from what he believed was the cause of his problems.

For a few years Caleb severed as part of a Recon outfit he was estranged from his mother and father only contacting them during the short times he was between assignments. During this time finding very quickly his passion for information systems and tech of that kind he wanted to learn more and more about how it worked. Along with his deployment he was taught the works of setting up, taking down, and even infiltrating different systems as to become his squad's Information and Systems Specialist. It wasn't until he was twenty-four that Caleb and his squad were drafted to a covert-ops division due to the teams overall performance, They were not the only ones however; there were a total of six teams comprised of small numbers the largest of them being five people. Caleb's team only had three making them a likely candidate to become the bucket team, meaning that they wouldn't likely be doing anything important other than support.

Caleb's prediction quickly showed to be the plan of the C.A.A.T., and this is where Caleb's story starts its twist. The support his team provided consisted of maintaining perimeters, watching for incoming trouble, overseeing caravans, and proving breach/exit support for the other teams. It was during the latter of these that Caleb would get board of monitoring cameras and doors, and started digging through the info stacks he could find in the systems he was infiltrating. For many missions he was able to gather some good information… if you were in the corporate loop of things. Caleb began to sell the info he gathered on different groups whether they be businesses, rebels, even governments and politics. This kind of work is hard to conceal the deeper you go, but the more he dug the more money he was able to get for what he found. A while after Caleb was selling this info, the director of C.A.A.T. began to pick up on the aftermath the stolen info cased. This trail was oddly left in the areas they were previously deployed in, cutting through the long strings of red tape The C.A.A.T. Director figured out that Caleb was behind all of it, and the worst of it was that he had also dug up a good amount of dirt on the heads of C.A.A.T as well.

With this information Caleb was able to leverage the director away from treason charges, and instead give him a dishonorable discharge for defying orders. Not that this mattered for Caleb. With the information and training he had gotten, as well as his reputation, Caleb was able to ship off, wipe clean, and start new under a new name. Now After laying low for a few years Caleb, now Bret, finds himself drawn to joining a crew aboard a mysterious new mercenary vessel.​
 
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Caleb/Bret is accepted.
 
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RP is up, the crew are either at or heading toward the designated meeting place, Reilly Atwood and the AI are on the ship, a few minutes before they reach the scrapyard too.

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Name: Unknown
Codename: X-D53034 or "Subject X"
Age: 125, but cybernetics and cryo-statsis. shows him to be 25 to 30.
Race: Human [Cyborg]
Gender: Male
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Personality: Cold, often unfeeling type of a person. Though, this doesn't mean he isn't a social butterfly, sure. He may be a bit awkward at conversing, but he's a good guy...Most of the time. He does tend to dislike soldiers doing bad 'inhumane' things under the excuse of "Just following orders." Or if it's a scientist creating crimes against nature with the false truth that what they're doing is for the "Good for all of mankind." So, yeah. He is also a bit 'shy' about showing off his cybernetics, often wearing heavy clothes to hide them. And by "shy", he isn't embarrassed to be 50% machine....Or perhaps 87% machine. He just doesn't like it when people stare.

Backstory: All that he can remember before becoming a tin man was an explosion and the sensation of someone or something ripping him limb from limb. After that was a bit of a haze, for when people found him in a limbless almost vegetative state, they just realized that they could turn a tragedy into a miracle. So after feeding a lie to whoever held close relation to him that he was literally the red stain on the pavement, they shipped his body off to who knows where and played Frankenstein. State of the art tech rumored to have been made from an unknown alien source was implanted into him. Replacing his arms, legs, heart, lungs and just about the rest of his body. Now, he does still have flesh...It's just that said flesh is underneath the metal. But back on point. Soon after gearing him up with tech and cybernetics and a suit meant to keep him safe and secure, they tried to pass him and a bunch of other 'volunteers' off as the 'Future Soldiers of tomorrow'. Coarse, this didn't go as they'd expected, for several organizations declared that what they did was "inhumane" and "unethical" and thus demanded that the Cyborg Soldiers be handed over. The people that made him didn't want to share their toys, so they hid them. Each individual hidden somewhere in space. Now several decades later, an unknown vessel found the cache that held Subject X, and accidently set the cyborg loose. Lost and confused, he managed to escape the group of people that'd woken him and hijacked one of their spare ships. Jumping to Mars, and after landing graciously -Or as graciously as one can when they crash land onto the surface.- He hid himself away. Hoping to find his identity, and he would've continued to wander about, had it not been for both a flyer and the suspicion of the authorities. Now, he hopes this 'job' will help him find out who he is.....And get him off of the planet.

Main Job on Ship: Recon/Technical Assistance.

Equipment: Lightweight 'Drakinum' casing around the cybernetics, chest armor and helmet/visor. Blades implemented into his forearms. Enhancements allow: Nano-Machine repair, Gliding, and Automatic Assessment of Battlefield and weaponry. And the ability to breath underwater and in space by taking in Carbon Dioxide, turn it into oxygen and put it back into the lungs. Rinse, repeat. And energy shielding does allow for protection against Small to Medium Caliber Firearms and Weak EMPs. But anything along the lines of Plasma or Military Grade EMPs will rain hell upon him.

Skills: Expert Knowledge of Firearms, Vehicles and such. Added with a forcefully learnt fighting style some would call "CQC". Cybernetics do allow him to run faster, shoot better, hit harder and the like.
 
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And the ability to breath underwater and in space by taking in Carbon Dioxide
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There isn't just no oxygen in space - there's nothing at all. If his breathing in space requires the intake of CO2 it's not going to work.
 
I should've been more descriptive. When he breathes out CO2, instead of throwing it away, so to speak. The suit vents it back to a space underneath the chest armor, where it refurbishes [For a lack of a better word, do let me know of one. So that I may stop using the ill-selected word.] it back into Oxygen. And back into his lungs.
 
So his suit basically converts exhaled CO2 into Oxygen? Lol, technically that wouldn't actually be necessary. The air you exhale in normal atmosphere still has a bunch of oxygen in it anyway :D If he was breathing from a pressured tank though, that makes sense.
 
Well, it's a mixture of Column A, and Column B. Sure, in normal atmosphere, it isn't required. But in areas where either the atmosphere is too harmful to breath/can't filter oxygen out or there isn't even an atmosphere, his suit begins to conserve what oxygen he has while converting Carbon back into Oxygen. Coarse, this isn't fool proof, for even though it is oxygen. It is just being recycled, thus, sometimes you can hear him breathe more loudly than Darth Vader if Vader was obese.
 
Obese Darth Vader tho.
 
"Luke.....I....Am....Your....." "My what...?" "Fath-" *Obese Vader takes down the platform along with himself and Luke.*
 
"Luke..... do.... you..... have.... any.... pie?"
 
New Headcanon: Darth Vader is so big that mid force choke, he gives up. And/or he is always eating food when confronting his son. "Luke..." -Eats a hamburger.- "Join the...Dark.....Side.....Want a bite?"
 
Nah, that'd make him too much like Kyouko. On the other side of things though, the fat would create an excellent shield against force lightning.
 
Odi wan: If you strike me down I will become more poerful than you can possibly imagine.

Vader: *rolls over him in a mobility scooter while holding a bucket of chicken.*
 
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