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NAME: Richard Sterling
AGE: 28
GENDER: MALE
HOME COLONY: -unknown-
APPLYING FOR: Marine/gunner
PICTURE:
Le HIM
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: - none-
GENE MODS: Advanced Military Combat modification, R5 Classified mods
OTHER RELEVANT INFORMATION:
While it's evident Richard has some military background he doesn't want to talk about it. He does bring with himself a lot of equipment, including guns and a large sealed container.
What he hides is his short history in the special forces Omega devision. Trained and condition from young age, he served with the unit for less than a year before being discharged for disobeying orders. Before leaving he did "borrow" some equipment which resulted in his apartment getting destroyed in an "unfortunate accident". He's been on the move doing odd jobs ever since.
As far as his behaviour goes, he's calm and mostly quiet. While normally secluded and a bit of a loner, he does get attacks of "very good spirit" from time to time, spouting jokes and giggles. This is largely because as a Omega member, they also had to carry out intel gathering missions, so blending in with the locals was imperative - thus the lack of any commando distinguishing features such as military haircut & no beard, special uniform.
Basicly, he's almost like a split personality. One minute a well-oiled fighting machine, the next minute just a casual guy - and this is evident in everything, from composture, stride, maunerisms to the way he talks.

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IC:

So, folks, I see we are all gathered here about the dock waiting for Skyy and Rain. Perhaps we should tell each other a little about ourselves.

This cat on my shoulder is Sapphire, a black Siamese with deep blue eyes (hence name). She accompanies me on my adventures, and is highly intelligent, her lineage having been bred in my family for small size, velvet fur, and intelligence.

I took a fencing class on Falni 7. Fencing is an old art tracing back to early Earth, in which one uses a thin metal blade in battle instead of a gun. I do, however, also carry a phase-pistol for protection, you never know on these strange trade stations.

I have no criminal record because I hacked the police mainframe, after I shot a man who tried to steal the bag of jewels I was selling on Sanphalon 4.

My father was a trader aboard the ship Raven, and I left him when I was 16 to study with an engineer I found in an outworld scrapyard. My father died at 43 during the Dagri Conflict.

My favorite color is blue, my favorite food is pasta, and my favorite planet is Amalion.

How 'bout you guys?

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Is it just me, or are all almost all characters teens?

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The young and the restless.

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IC:
Wow, I swear the people they accept on these missions are getting younger and younger... Back in my day they didn't even consider you for a basic foot soldier until you were 19, let alone foot soldier training.

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tl;dr-ers will be shot on sight.
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NAME:Jonathan Nova
AGE: 32
GENDER: male
HOME COLONY: Hells Forge
APPLYING FOR: Marine/gunner
PICTURE:
MEDICAL CONDITIONS: none known
GENE MODS: Muscle stimulizing therepy (allows extreme reflexes and reaction times)
OTHER RELEVANT INFORMATION: worked short time on a military freighter before being suspended indefinitely for a bar fight. always wears a modified laser carbine on his side, and keeps a knife in his shoe. After a close call with a raiding ship, during which he was shot with a blaster because he wasn't fast enough to get out of the way, he became obsessed
with improving his reflexes so that it would not happen again.
Criminal Record: Manslaughter (2 accounts, during afore mentioned bar fight)


oops, am i too late?

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No, really...it's like some people are watching too much anime, where you got 14 year old swordmasters* and super-pilots.
Yeah, some people are special (up to a limit), but let's try to be reasonable. (and not have a gathering of super special kids)




*even royalty in the middle ages that hired swordmasters to tech their offspring didn't produce such masters so easily, but it is noted that at 16 years, princes were above average fighters.

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Throwing down her bag in a corner of the dock, Ariel Subota sat down and tried her best to make herself comfortable. A minute later, she concluded that she woouldn't ever be comfortable in this grungy, ozone-smelling, oil-splattered dock. She sighed to herself and looked around unobtrusively.

Her observations were interrupted by a loud-mouthed man with a...Ariel paused for a moment. Cat. It's a cat. I'm suprised anyone has them anymore, live animal pets were almost never seen back in New Tokyo. She listened to him as he blabbered on and on, refusing to respond.

She then noticed a rather grizzled man glancing about, including at her, and she very deliberately avoided rising to his barb about age. Instead, she wemt back to studying the feline, finding herself engaged in a staring contest before she knew it.

Ariel stared at the cat.
Sapphire stared at Ariel.
Ariel stared at Sapphire.
Sapphire deliberately, and with great pose, broke eye contact to groom its fur.

Sighing, Ariel retreated back into her own thoughts.

OOC: I'm aware of the issues with age, and I really thought about it for quite a while, but I concluded that it works best with who she is.

Am i too late to apply?

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I hope you aren't referring to me. I don't watch anime, I just read too many Brian Jaques novels when I was 12. I alsio never said I was very good . . . but it would be a lost art in 2800, so I'd be better than anybody else.

IC: Ben shuts up and leans back to observe the group without being involved. He glances over at the girl in the corner.

Quiet kind of girl, I guess. Just like me when I was new to the trade.

He taps Sapphire on the shoulder to tell her to behave, and opens his HUD display. Maybe people would think he wasn't paying attention to them, but he was. His sharp eyes caught the glare of the bartender as a rowdy customer told him where to go, and money being exchanged in the electronics store. And . . . who was that guy in the funky soldier suit?

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Jonathan walks onto the dock. he looks around at the others, wondering who else is applying for the same position. as he slings his bag on the ground, he slightly unzips it to check on his carbine. he did not expect to need it, but better safe then sorry. he starts eyeballing the guy in the military suit (special opps possibly? oh well) nothing to do now but wait and watch.

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OOC: I just realized Tsakara never approved my bio so I'll refrain from participating until he does. Sorry! I feel so embarassed.

OOC: oops, same here

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No, you're not too late.

IC:

"Great" mumbled Richard to himself.. "a friggin kindergarten."
His expression changed to one of relief when he noticed two other members of the crew.
One was a man roughly his age, if not a few years older. He was examining something in the dock, but Richard couldn't tell what from this angle.
The other one was far older and looked like he's seen a lot of what space has to offer. Pacing back and forth showed a slight limp - probably a battle injury.

"Oh well...at least I won't be alone in this."
Smiling, he walked to his large black container and looked it over. It was as bigger than he was, made of reinforced carbon plating and titanium-III. Several large locks made sure it couldn't be opened by no one, except the person that punched in the code at the console and gave a fingerprint/DNA scan.
After making sure everything was OK, he moved towards the others.

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OOC: All in, but I think thats all for now, too many people and things get confusing, its confusing enough now that I'm thinking I might ditch Skyy, he is too cliche anyways.
here is a top down view of the ship I made quickly in Shipmaker, the colors are wrong cause I'm lazy:

the 'wings' actually go down at a 45 degree angle (see the small bit in thecorner)


IC: The station shook faintly as a gunmetal grey ship slid smoothly into the dock, grav magnets locked the ship in place and a connector rod slid out and linked with the hatch. Rain Artuga stepped out of the conector holding an old fold out desk and pair of chairs under one arm. Her coat tails flapped as she walked and with her other and she absentmindedly tapped her fingers on large shotgun pistol on her thigh. She looked around the dock at the crowd of people, their eyes were all on her and the ship behind her as she unfolded the desk and set it down in front of the hatch, on top she set a small dome shaped device which she retrieved from an inside pocket. She then unfolded a piece of paper that read "Last Evangelion Recruitment Office, and taped it to the front of the table. Finally she unfolded the chairs and set one on each side of the table, before looking out at the people.
"I hope I haven't kept you all waiting, I assume your all here to apply for a position on my ship, since this dock pylon was reserved for my ship. Please form a line in front of the desk, and I will interview each of you in turn."