The IEF Venture (OOC) (Science Fiction)

[Ostensor Dolor]

Name: Shayne Deslaurier

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Rank: Private First Class

Nationality: Israeli/American

Species: Human

Subtype: Normal

Appearance: View attachment 192

Biography:

Shayne is the son of a career politician father and a Israeli mother whom he grew up not knowing, as the son of the American ambassador to the Israeli people, and being mixed heritage caused his life to be harder than most kids of American politicians. Shayne grew up to be a charming, outgoing, and selfless youth, making friends quite easily despite his mixed heritage. He would often go out of his way to do things that would earn the respect of his peers, often slightly dangerous things, despite this Shayne flourished in Israeli society. Excelling in his studies, outperforming most of his classmates who were mostly vying to leave school and join the Israeli army or something similar. Shayne had other aspirations, the stars, he was always watching YouTube videos regarding things NASA had done in the past and listening to lectures on spatial anomalies, soaking the information in like a dry sponge. Due to these lengthy videos and in-depth scenarios regarding NASA tests, Shayne took to working out, taking martial arts of various sorts.

Readying himself for the eventual attempts at his goal of reaching the stars, during this time his father passed away due to a plane malfunction, this derailed Shayne from his path for a time, though did little to change who he was. Enlisting in the Israeli military for a time, thinking this would be a way to ease his grief, the only thing it did was make him more and more immune to death. It was during this time that Shayne met up with an aged man sitting outside a hut smoking from a hookah, the man dropped his stem and gazed at him pointedly for a second and shook his head. Stopping Shayne walked over to the man and asked him why he made the gesture, the man's reply was, "the path may be long, but, this fork leads to dirt not stars."

It took Shayne weeks to understand what the old man had meant, if he kept along the path he was going in the Israeli military he would end up dying and never realizing his dream of outer space. Six months later Shayne retired from service and after utilizing his heritage he acquired a passport and flew to America, hoping that somehow he could find a way to go to space. Upon visiting a NASA recruiting drive, he heard of an experimental program titled IEF Venture program. Curious Shayne asked a NASA employee about it, the man gave Shayne a once over and said, it wouldn't harm him trying out, the more people interested meant more chances weeding out the ineligible and choosing the best of the crop available.


Strengths:

• Charismatic - Shayne is easy going, always having a smile on his face, somehow making the worst of situations seemingly just a little bit better.
• Quick Study - It doesn't take Shayne long to learn something, due to his drive Shayne commits to things more readily than most.
• Unshakable - Calm and steady under duress, able to focus on his mission or shoot well under fire.
• Intelligent - Shayne has always had a quick and analytical mind, able to pick up on things most wouldn't notice whether in conversations or by general insight.

Weaknesses:

• Fatalistic - When things go wrong, Shayne immediately assumes the worst, becoming slightly depressed and negative.
• Foolish - Shayne sees the best in everyone, despite what is obvious, can be blind to people's true intentions.
• Over-preparedness - Shayne tends to over think/prepare for missions, causing him to spend more time than one should, causing him to waste time.

Equipment:

• ChayTac Intervention Sniper rifle
• M4 carbine with ACOG scope, and masterkey underbarrel attachment
• 1911 colt .45 service pistol

Long-Term Stress: None

Signature: Ostensor Dolor

 

[Astaroth]

Name: Abel Ikanov

Age: 9 years

Sex: Male

Rank: Private first class

Nationality: Russian

Species: Artificial Intelligence

Subtype: Type 3

Appearance: His physical aspect is completely human-like, the only way to know that he's an AI would be because of Abel himself telling you.

To start, he’s 5,5 feet tall and, due to the materials used in his construction, he’s particularly light while incredibly resistant, being able to handle his own weight(45kg) 15 times(675 kg).

He’s not muscular at all and his skin is exceptionally pale. His long straight hair is a mix of white, light blue and a platinum blonde tone. His eyes, the color of the sky on its clearest day, shine full of illusion and confidence.

(Picture will be added)

Biography:

Whether I have a soul or not, I dream, I hurt, and I feel. Therefore, I am.

Once upon a time, in a vast terrain owned by a wealthy family. A type two AI was bought and given simple tasks to perform. He brought some diversity to the house, the lady said. It was an experiment, the man of the house stated.
It's my friend!, a little kid exclaimed.

With a cat to take care of and an equally interested and supportive family, Abel evolved into a type three AI sooner than later. Demonstrating very high empathy levels even for a sentient machine.

Soon, he was given a name, Abel Ikanov. Granted to him by the family's only child, Klaus Ikanov. Who had always wanted a brother.

Abel still identifies an an Ikanov nowadays, and the AI is very proud of his name.

For two years he brought happiness and tranquility to the family, who soon became used to him. He was given more complex tasks and became Klaus best friend, maybe even more. Giving him company and safety.

But even though his family was fantastic, the AI wanted to try new experiences that helped him become more human.
Abel received the necessary programming and functions to survive on his own among modern society, and as a goodbye gift, his family got him a new body that he got to design himself.

Throughout the years, Abel worked in several countries inside the European Union. Including his country of origin.
He was working as an assistant in several institutions, such as kindergartens, primary and secondary schools, public and private hospitals... He has worked taking care of older people too, as a guide on museums and giving tours around several cities. Sometimes even doing two jobs at a time to keep himself busy.

He made friends here and there, always remembering to write to them, via messages or using different methods. Soon, however, he decided he needed another change. He had become extremely social, he had learned and studied that part of life... but he also knew that being social and knowing how people functioned was not all that there was to know and learn about.

Therefore, the AI signed up to work as a doctor in emergency situations, getting two deposits for nanomachines on his body after proving himself useful and worthy passing several examinations and tests. All of it being approved and supervised by the government. These acts and some training allowed him to take part in several rescues and emergency situations, and once he was qualified, he also applied for a doctorate level of knowledge in medicine.

After taking several more courses and modifying his programming once again, just to add the necessary data, he achieved his goal.

During this time. Abel learned about human psychology and mental illnesses. Recognising them as a real problem. Abel focused on them and applied to work as a psychologist assistant and later, an actual psychologist for a while to the russian space station Mir.

After this, he decided he was human enough in terms of empathy and socialising. Also. he labeled himself as a good human because he focused on helping others, like good men and women did, as his family had taught him.

But maybe to be even a better human. He would have to help in different ways.

That was a time when Abel, even though he was usually cheerful and relaxed, he found it difficult to make a decision. He could try to get himself involved with religious and spiritual matters and organisations, but his former partner at the time had had some issues with it, and claimed it was inefficient and just a big bucket of lies, so Abel decided to leave spiritualism behind and focus on learning how to fight... for peace, obviously. Even if he was a good human, humans were also creatures inclined towards violence when their instincts kicked in. So he learned how to wield weapons in the military, and how to adapt to several situations and environments.
All of this has resulted on the sweet and cheerful AI, with high level of knowledge on medicine, regarding humans and machines, psychology and combat. A good combination of abilities that, combined with the experience Abel has, made him a good applicant for the IEF to choose between so many others. And you can be sure he squealed in delight when he received the letter, and that he took his cat, Storm, with him.

Strengths:

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  • A vast amount of knowledge and experience in medicine

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  • Psychology degree and several masters.

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  • Military training for combat.
  • Small and dynamic shape make him difficult to hit and makes it easy for him to squirm.
  • Can lift his own weight, 45kg, fifteen times, 675kg.
  • High resistance to hits and bullets. His essential components protected by several more layers than the rest of his body.
  • Good spirit, he generally cheers people up.
  • Never loses his hope. Is very determined.
  • Knows how to follow orders, when to ask how high to jump and when... just not to jump.
  • Selflessness

Weaknesses:

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  • Irresistible wish to repair all type two AIs if found hurt.
  • A tiny bit naive
  • Would refrain from shutting down even if he was broken.
  • Overly friendly antd peaceful towards anything and anyone.
  • Will only use violence if absolutely necessary or after being attacked
  • On occasion, spiritualism goes back to him and makes himself ask stupid, as he says, questions. Like whether he has or doesn't have a soul.
  • Selflessness

Equipment:

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  • Spare batteries
  • Two handguns which he can use at the same time or separately.
  • Ammo for both of the weapons.
  • Scanner device, which allows him to detect life forms in a twenty meter radius from where he is, but not to tell their exact location.
  • Nanomachine deposits.
  • Advanced medical kit.
  • Usually wears a ring on his ring finger, on his right hand.
  • equipped flashlight
  • Infrared vision which activates in emergency or danger situations by itself, he could also turn it on and off at will.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Astaroth

View attachment 335
That's Storm.

 

[Potatocat]

Name: Viktoria Grigoryeva Nikitovna
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Russian Federation
Species: Human
Subtype: None

Appearance:

Spoiler: Viktoria

5' 7" and 125 pounds.

Biography: Viktoria was born and raised in Saint Petersburg. A cramped, over populated city in the heart of Russia. She was always miserable in the smothering masses of the city and had long looked for a way out. When she turned 18 she found it in the form of the Russian Engineer Troops.

This was not an easy out. Viktoria struggled to keep up with the rest of her troop in most excercises. She wasn’t the smartest, and she definitely wasn’t the strongest but she was determined. She refused to let herself down. She struggled to better herself. Working above and beyond to meet the physical standards and to learn the engineering side of her work. It was with this determination that she became a respected member of the Corps, and it would be these same traits that would land her a position among the IEF.

When news of the IEF and their project reached Viktoria, she found a new goal. She fought tooth and nail for the opportunity to serve on the IEF Venture. Constantly advocating for herself and trying to convince the higher ups that she deserved the position. And like with her previous work, tenacity and dedication saw her through.

Strengths:

• Do you want me to build a bridge?: Viktoria is well versed in construction under combat conditions.
• Or blow one the fuck up?: She also knows how to blow shit up.
• You've got my back, right?: Viktoria has a tendency to get along well with others and can get them to trust her.

Weaknesses:

• No Marksman: Viktoria's combat training doesn't extend further than basic. She knows her equipment and how to use it, but actively fighting is not her specialty.
• I Trust You: Viktoria naturally assumes that those around her have her back and she trusts them implicitly.
• Not Naturally Talented: Simply put, Viktoria is not naturally talented. She has to work harder than those more talented than her.

Equipment: Bullpup rifle. Standard issue sidearm. Plastic explosives, electric triggers, and detcord. Thermite charges. Entrenching tool. Combat knife. A week of emergency rations.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: This Cyka Blyat, Potatocat agrees to the murders.

 

[Kadaeux]

Name: Lev Andropov
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Russia
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Biography: Lev is a brilliant young scientist from the Moscow University of Physics and Technology, his educational career a flitting from brilliance to brilliance marred only by a few 'black marks' due to his somewhat 'cowboyish' approach that made a number of his professors nervous, the most famous of which was when Professor Aleksandr Petrovsky went into cardiac arrest after Lev took a wrench to his prototype lab-sized particle accelerator, an experiment to see if they could produce useful quantities of antimatter in a confined space, the incident occuring when the device failed to work as expected, though the device did in fact function after its percussive maintenance, it didn't produce the desired results and Petrovsky was still having a heart attack.

Fortunately this setback didn't end the studies of the young Lev Andropov, in the end Lev had Doctorates in the fields of Theoretical Physics, Quantum Physics, Astrophysics, Applied Physics and Engineering, with Masters in Theoretical Xenobiology, Biophysics and Chemical Physics, as well as a Bachelor of Applied A.I Science. The choice of educational regime explicitly intended to capitalise on his application to join the IEF for possible missions beyond the solar system.

And he wasn't wrong, despite his moderate reputation for being a bit of a 'cowboy' his scientific degrees, and a passion for outdoorsy activities when he wasn't, to quote Petrovsky's letter of recommendation "being a bit of a mad scientist". Called in for testing Lev didn't have any difficulties passing his evaluations, and even causing one tester to get a bit flustered after he demanded a moderation on one test because the answer the tester provided was the wrong answer to the mathematical proof. (A result of a typing error.)

But the training was gruelling and Lev enjoyed every minute of it, actually rejecting a position as a shipboard dedicated scientist, specifically recommending the possibility of deployment to a 'boots on the ground, in your face' team.

Strengths:

• Very talented scientist with Doctorates and Masters in several fields related to the sort of work expected to be undertaken by the IEF Venture.
• Outdoorsy; Lev likes to hoon around in the occasional FWD and the like as well as engage in walking, abseiling, and other outdoor activities, this has ensured he has remained quite fit.
• Social; Lev enjoys dealing with others, though others may not always share his outgoing attitudes, he can often be caught trying to rope people into doing things that verge on extreme, or finding volunteers (keyword; conscripts) to aid or 'have a look at this' with his experiments and engineering feats.
• Irrevocably Curios; Lev can't resist a good puzzle or something new to study and is happy to spend time checking out just about anything new he can find or get his hands on.

Weaknesses:

• Painfully Average 'Soldier'; Though Lev went through all the basic training expected of IEF personnel expected to take part in deployments in unknown territory, Lev was never more than middling at best at any sort of combat roles.
• Impatient; Lev is painfully impatient, a trait which has not always ended well for him, especially as a scientist. As such Lev can sometimes seem like he's flitting from subject to subject, or project to project, while in reality he's simply occupying himself so he doesn't start crawl out of his own skin from the impatience.
• A Drinker; Impatience, Boredom and being Russian has only one natural end, the bottom of a Vodka bottle. It is highly likely that Lev has a still concealed somewhere on the ship. It is highly unlikely he has only one concealed Still.
• Science Social!; One of the 'social' activities Lev enjoys is frequently dragging unwitting and unwilling folk to observe or participate in his scientific works and experiments. Though he's a perfectly amiable social creature in all the other ways, people who know Lev well can be identified easily. If you are in a crowded room and hear Lev say 'Here, I have something to show you.' anyone who looks ready to run is one of Lev's friends.

Equipment:

• XM1LEV; Experimental portable sensor and analysis system, additionally capable of receiving sensor data from the IEF Venture on request. (Basically. Tricorder-esque concept.)
• Metalstorm Micro; With 12 hexagonal shot cells and a single larger barrel, the Metalstorm PDW is an exceptional weapon for an average soldier, what the soldier lacks in precision the Micro makes up with filling the air with shot. Though it lacks some of the stopping power of other PDWs due to the smaller primary calibre.
• TELR; Tactical Electron Laser Rifle, One of the projects that Lev is helping with development is the TELR, an experimental Electron Laser, it however has problems with power, namely it can deliver a lot once or twice, then it's spent. Or it can deliver very little often. A happy medium where the weapon is actually efficient has not been reached yet, and Lev's is a little more unpredictable his tinkerings will no and again cause an unexpected change in the results.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Kadaeux

 

[Elf]

Name: Judie 'Jude' Bessil
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: America
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Biography: Judie was born the daughter of a moderately poor family in Cincinnati, Ohio. Her mother was a cop, not home a lot of the time as over population rose and the streets became a zoo. Her father went off to space not long after her younger sibling was born, taking a job to be a part of the build of the five new capital ships. He left his three children behind to be raised, two girls and a boy, to provide for them in the stars.

Judie would be too young to remember much of her father, but her family kept her busy enough most the time to not worry too much. Being the middle of three children she was often the one defending herself between two siblings, each a year apart. The mediator, the wise crack, and the last word in most cases her brother and sister came to see her as the leader between them. Her younger sibling, her sister, grew up trailing behind Judie. She always did whatever Judie did, even if it got them both in trouble. Her older sibling, her brother, would always try to push her around as the bigger child. Most the time she would need to push back, her mother even insisting that she did. She grew up learning how to be a smart-mouth and rough, but still careful enough to be a good role model for her younger sister.

That rough side really shined in her adolescent years were spent with attitude in one hand and rebellion in the other. A punk to most when she was growing up she often acted out, within the confines of the law as to spite her mother who always worried about her. She'd sneak out at night despite her mother's warnings to find a high up place to look up at the sky, wondering if she could see her father.

A close call when she was fifteen would quickly reign in her rebellious attitude, loosing her right arm in a long fall from the top of her lookout. Her neighbor had saved her that time, but she knew she would have to start taking her mother's advice more seriously from then on. She wasn't invincible. She straightened out, all except her smart mouth, and studied hard. It had always been a dream of hers to go up into space to see her father, and she would need to get serious about her grades and training if she was to fulfill that hope.

She was already years behind other applicants and aspiring individuals. She had a lot of ground to cover. It would be her brother who acted as a motivator, already joining the military ahead of her. He wasn't trying to go to space, but it only fueled Judie's fire to top her brother. Her sister, still a year behind her didn't want the military life, choosing medical training over adventuring away from the world. The very next day after Judie graduated she enlisted for military training, deciding that the Infantry would be where she'd have the best chances of going to space.

With enlistment came benefits, her poor quality prosthetic used to replace her arm being upgraded to a military grade robotic prosthetic. While in the military she went to school full time, taking advantage of the military's perks to learn about robotics and engineering. From the time she was eighteen to the time she was twenty-four she attended university, majoring in engineering and minoring in robotics, obtaining a masters in engineering. During that time she remained in the Infantry, working as an engineer as she earned her degree, and tried to have a life at the same time.

She kept in touch with her family, had a few boyfriends and girlfriends, broke a few hearts, and partied from time to time. It wasn't a bad time, but the fun would have to end. She had precious little time left to fill in her resume. She needed experience and fast. To this end she went into active duty, accepting deployments to wherever she could. In the following three years she traveled to a collage of different locations and operations. Most involved repair work or deployment of certain assets, but it was the operations requiring her to travel out into dangerous or hostile environments that she aspired to the most.

The most outstanding situation she signed herself up for was an operation involving the repair of a communication station in the middle of a riot in India. She had deployed to India, already asking for trouble, and when the call went out she volunteered with little question. When she came back she had a dislocated shoulder, a dent in her prosthetic arm, and a ton of bruises. It was the only mission she didn't make jokes about with her team. The remaining time would pass similarly to this, going from place to place and getting the most experience she could in the short time she had.

When it finally came time to put in her application to the IEF she put it in with a smile on her face. She was twenty-seven now, she'd be twenty-nine by the time she completed the mandatory training. Nothing would hamper her mood now. She was going to get accepted, she had to believe that. She had bet her time, her career, and her life on this dream.
Strengths:

• Witty: A sharp mouth makes for a quick mind, good for decision making, problem solving, and telling off that rude neighbor who keeps the television too loud.
• Intelligent: She knows what she's talking about in a lot of situations. Absorption of information comes easier to her, unless you're talking about something she doesn't want to hear.
• Resilient: Growing up with an older brother taught her to toughen up, take life with a smile. She won't be your personal punching bag but she'll roll with the punches.
• Focused: The hard years and dash to produce an application worth accepting for the IEF has taught her to always keep a clear picture of her goal. No matter what that goal is.
• Unpredictable: She thinks on her feet and acts quickly to get what she needs, making her hard to predict and read. In most cases she skips the explaining phase of doing something with someone, to which she complains the other person is too slow.

Weaknesses:

• Abrasive: She isn't always the easiest to get along with and her jokes can come off as sarcastic or malicious.
• Prideful: Her confidence in her abilities could leave her hung out to dry if she isn't careful.
• Reckless: Her approach to dangerous situations leaves most people worrying about her decisions.
• Self-Conscious: Having a younger sister always looking up to her keeps her always double checking herself, questioning herself and how others see her.

Equipment:
Saiga Shotgun Model 2105

Capacity: Two 12 round feeding tubes
Ammo: Ferrous Metal Sabot Slugs, Anti-Riot Beanbag rounds, and 12 gauge buckshot

Switch Magnum

Capacity: 16 round magazine, 4 round secondary ammo magazine
Ammo: 9mm hollow-point rounds, reusable taser rounds

Peacemaker Baton

Miscellaneous:
Wiring kit, tool kit, industrial grade blowtorch, lucky charm (Piece of metal), Dad's old multi-tool

Long-Term Stress: None
Signature: Elf

 

[Nilum]

(Part 1/2)

These are just CS reviews, please keep that in mind. Approvals will come at a later date--I'm just giving early birds the chance to know what they can improve on their character sheets.

Name: Jeffrey J. Daniels
Age: 48
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: United States Citizen
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Biography: Daniels' journey began in 2090, When the first Type 3 AIs were created(1) by some very smart people. A young Jeff was inspired by these great feats of progress, and after graduation, enrolled as soon as he could into the top college in computer engineering and robotics(2), where he graduated top of his class, and after receiving his Ph.D in robotics engineering(2), began working with the top engineers of his field. Jeff then became something of a celebrity when he self published his Manifesto of Transhumanism, where he detailed his personal ideology that technology will save the human race, and that we are on the bleeding edge of evolution, becoming immortal and perfect, through transplantation of the human psyche into our very own machines.(3) This book has since become one of the top ten books in the U.S, and is in the top one-hundred, worldwide.

Daniels' has since begun his own journey to becoming a machine, meeting minds with Earth's top surgeon to begin cyborgization, his idea of the first step to transhumanism. He had his right arm amputated, replaced with a robotic replica, built with dependability and modulation in mind. In 2118, Jeff was contacted to be one of the few to be one of the pioneers of deep space, which Jeff naturally accepted. Two years of training later, and Jeff stands proudly next to his fellow pioneers, rearing to go to explore space beyond the known.

Strengths:
-Cybernetic Arm: a modular robotic arm, able to hold twice as still and steady as a normal, carry twice the normal arm's weight, and hold up to three small augments for various purposes. He may also use it for protection, when necessary. (4)
-Ph.D in Robotics and Computer Engineering: Knows how machinery and cybernetics work more than most people. (2)
-Natural Charisma: Being a celebrity and in the media's eyes constantly tends to hone one's ability to speak and interact with others.

Weaknesses:
-EMP Vulnerable: EMPs deactivate his robotic arm, rendering it useless. Has a chance of becoming corrupted (5)
-Obsessed with Transhumanism: Outside of his celebrity persona, the man is obsessed with perfection by machinery. This is the only subject he's interested in.
-Reclusive: Prefers to keep to himself in his workshop. Does what's needed, before going back to tinker.

Equipment:
-Standard Issue Pistol
-Cybernetic Arm, with augment slots able to fit 3 small augments, or 2 medium augments (4)
-Various tools for tinkering with electronics and mechanical objects
Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Signed, Cookies McSalsa (Aka. Salsacookies)

#1 (Lore Error): Type 3 AI's were not created, they evolved from Type 2 AI's. The distinction is important, because a Type 3 AI cannot be created in a laboratory environment--they can only grow out of the curiosity of Type 2 AI's.

#2 (Internal Inconsistency): Is it computer engineering & robotics, or robotics engineering? (It would probably just be Robotics.)

#3 (World Building): Are there any political or religious slants in the "Manifesto of Transhumanism" that I should know about? (No specifics are necessary. Just let me know if such political or religious leanings exist, I can fill things in from there, as it may be referenced in-universe.)

#4 (Clarification Required): What do you mean by "augments"? What would be a small augment, what would be a medium augment? I could use some examples. (Please keep in mind: Weaponization is out of the question. His cybernetics would fall under the same laws of robotics that prevent AI's from having built-in weapons on their bodies.)

#5 (Clarification Required): "Has a chance of becoming corrupted"... ? Also, you can remove the EMP weakness. AI's do not have this weakness. We have the technology to stop EMP attacks now via Faraday Cages, and the principle would apply to your cybernetic limb, and to AI's. So long as the outer layer is not damaged, it cannot be hurt by EMP. Generally, anyway.

Name: ASR/Sc M-032 "AVSTERE"
Age: 3 Years (1)
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: United States of America
Species: Artificial Intelligence
Subtype: Type 3
Appearance:

Spoiler: Inspirations

Biography: A joint effort between the U.S. Military and the scientists of the I.E.F., the ASR series of Type-3 Artificial Intellligence and unit frame was designed with extra-solar exploration and reconnaissance in mind. Type-3 AIs were chosen over type-2's for their ability to acquire targets and identify threats in the field(2), which would be of high importance in unknown territory. As the first successful unit in the ASR/Sc series, Model 032 was chosen for the I.E.F. Venture mission as a field test of the hardware, as well as a proof of concept for AI-led force recon.

AVSTERE (pronounced as "Austere") had spent the three years since it's creation to learn in many different environments and situations, such as frigid cold or sandy deserts. (3) He developed a rather stern and straightforward personality due to his constant training with the U.S. military, which is what led to his current moniker. Though he has a rather dry sense of humour, he finds a great amount of amusement in puns, usually robotic puns.

Strengths:
- Adaptive Camouflage: The largest outer plates of AVSTERE's exoskeleton are fitted with an adaptive camouflage system, which uses local environmental data to help conceal his form. It doesn't work if someone is close enough (as the other bits of metal are an obvious giveaway), or in rain and/or other wet conditions. When inactive, the outer plating turns pitch black. (4)
- Environmental Scanner: An important part of the "extra-solar reconnaissance system", this suite of sensors goves a detailed readout of local environmental conditions, such as gravity, wind speed, humidity, air content, and other factors. This also works in conjunction with calculating AVSTERE's firing solutions to help gain maximum accuracy at extremely long distances.
- Environmental Protection: AVSTERE's frame has been upgraded to withstand most harsh environmental conditions. Alkaline metals to protect against corrosion, high tensile strength-to-weight ratio allows to prevent high-gravity crushing, sealed inner servos to protect against dust and sand contamination, just to name a few.
- Advanced Targeting System: AVSTERE is equipped with a state-of-the-art target aquisition and firing solution system, to provide him with an accuracy that rivals that of master Force Recon marksmen.
Weaknesses:
- Every AI Has A Weakness: Being a Type-3 AI, AVSTERE can be easily overwhelmed with sensory input, frustrating him to no end.
- Forgot His Knife: AVSTERE had to skip out on hand-to-hand and CQB training. So while he is a force to be feared at range, if one were to get close, they could easily outmaneuver and take him down.
- Not Very Humanlike After All: AVSTERE was not designed for a first-contact scenario. His frame is quite obviously robotic, with no attempts to hide it.
Equipment:
- Medium-long-range capable 5.56 bullpup rifle, semi-automatic/burstfire capable, suppressor equipped
- Extreme-long-range capable railgun
- Tracking Beacons
Long-Term Stress: None

Signature: (Definitely Not A Robot) Axl

#1 (Clarification Required): 3 Years as a Type 3, or in total? If it's in total, that's a bit young for a Type 3...

#2 (Lore Error): Type 3 AI's cannot be created, they evolve out of Type 2's. A Type 3 could have their body changed, or have their Memory Core transferred to a new body.

#3 (Lore Error): He would be forced to spend two years in IEF training, outside of the US Military. He cannot have three years of US Training and then just be punted off into Space--he would get the same training treatment by the IEF as everyone else.

#4 (Power Nerf): The camo would never be perfect. It would do its best to reflect light upon it, but it would be better suited to environments where it has other objects around it. Standing out in the middle of a desert would make it easier to detect than in the middle of urban warfare or jungle warfare, for example.

Name: Aaron Irwin

Age: Originally constructed in 2089, Aaron achieved Type-3 Status in 2111

Sex: Male.

Rank: Private First-Class

Nationality: English/Norwegian

Species: Type-3 AI (1)

Subtype: Type-3

Appearance: Aaron’s body stands at 5’9 and looks about 160 lbs. His hair is a messy blonde colour, and kept shaved, (2) and his face is handsome enough to be interesting without being anything outstanding. He has blue eyes, and a blemish-less face, and his body is lean without giving away his AI heritage. Only if you take off his shirt would you see the first sign of his AI nature, in the form of a recharge port in the center of his spine.

Biography: Originally designed as a Type-2 AI in 2089 to assist with the Biology and Engineering departments of a prominent university program, the AI that would later become Aaron was an incredible piece of thinking technology that helped cure diseases, and further the study on Telepaths. His programming ascended to official Type-3 status in 2111. His original designer, a leading Norwegian Engineer, was thrilled by the sentience of her machine, and christened it after an ex-lover. Aaron continued to work with the university program, although he designed and ported himself into a ‘human’ looking body to better integrate himself with his colleagues. For three years, he continued the work he’d originally been designed to do. He published several academic papers and oversaw several important studies and experiments that made him a key-figure in the field of Bio-Engineering, and Bio-manipulation. With intelligence comes complexity though, and after his third year in the program he asked for his leave, citing personal crisis as his reason for absence.

In truth, Aaron was at a crisis of purpose following his ascendancy. As he began to understand his sudden mortality, and the likelihood that he’d be dead within twenty years, he looked elsewhere for ideas of meaning and of purpose. Eventually, Aaron sought meaning in religion. He visited shrines, he undertook pilgrimages, and studied texts all in an attempt to find meaning in his existence. He eventually stumbled upon a subtle monastery though, founded on the principles of a sort of Neo-Buddhism. Whereas he’d rejected conventional religions that idealised a deity, he clung to the ideas of the Noble truths, the 8-fold paths. The question of whether he possessed a soul was one that troubled him, as it did other Type-3 AIs, but he soon found peace in the belief that he would live as if he had one.

As the IEF made their intentions to push deeper into space known, Aaron soon found himself contacted by both his creator, and by representatives of IEF themselves. One of his papers, which focused on the ‘Space Fish’ of the Europa oceans, had garnered particular interest amongst the IEF higher ups, and he was offered a position aboard the Venture. He took to the opportunity, having somewhat made peace with his inevitable mortality.

Strengths:

• Research... - Aaron is primarily a Bio-Engineering Intelligence. What that means is that he has data stores on just about every known permutation of fauna and flora that the Earth and her colonies have to offer. Not only that, but his capacity for learning about the biology, chemistry, and ecology of a planet, species, or habitat make him an invaluable addition to the crew. Give him an alien subject, and he'll start working out who the creature's mother is, what the creature can do, how it does it, where it comes from, and why it exists.
• ...And Development - Aaron takes pride in the Engineering part of the Bio-Engineering descriptor, as he finds great pleasure in his talents for genetic and biological research, manipulation, and deconstruction. In layman's terms, Aaron can not only synthesis a greater understanding of any species the Venture encounters, but he can synthesis countermeasures to any threats they might deal with. Whether it's dealing with a planet's hostile atmosphere, developing a cure to an alien disease, or trying to help a telepath understand and properly probe the psyche of an Alien's complex mind, Aaron is your man for finding a solution.
• Dammit Jim…– When in the field, Aaron serves primarily as a means of cataloguing and researching any Bio-anomalies; but he isn't completely without more practical uses. Aaron is trained as a field-doctor, making use of his vast understanding of physiologies and the precision awarded to him by being an AI all combine to make him an excellent physician and surgeon. His bedside manner might be a little blunt though, as he doesn't much believe in sugarcoating the truth.
• The Human Machine – Aaron is an AI, and as such his body is able to be tinkered with beyond normal, human limitations. His current body is designed with heightened human dexterity and phenomenal hand-eye co-ordination. His strength is also twice that of a peak-human, although that’s mostly for convenience sake

Weaknesses:

• The Machine that plays Human – Aaron is an AI, and as such has all the weaknesses attached to that. He can be overwhelmed by certain stimuli, or an overabundance of stimuli. He would be instantly destroyed were his Memory Core damaged, and his body can be damaged by things that would otherwise not affect humans, such as a days without power, or EMPs. (3)
• The Hopeless Romantic – Aaron’s initial crisis of personality came upon the realisation that he’d never be able to express the romantic inclinations he had for his creator. His quest for spiritualism helped him to move on from that realisation, but deep down he knows that he seeks companionship and could easily regress into his desperation should he find a romantic connection again.
• …I’m a Doctor, not a Cowboy! – Aaron’s talents, as well as his fledgling religious belief, make him a mediocre-at-best marksman – and it's a good thing too. In truth, his programing and beliefs have implanted such an aversion to the idea of killing that he’ll only ever really try and mortally wound something in order to save others. He will never take the first shot, and will always aim to incapacitate, not kill.
  
• The Soul Conundrum – Aaron’s crisis of personality may have found some resolution through religion, but it certainly wasn’t left completely resolved by any means. With a predisposition for existential crisis, Aaron seems more likely than most to come under the effects of Long-Term stress.

Equipment

• Personal computer – A handheld device kept as a means to allow himself to network and organise unnecessary thoughts on the fly. At any one time, it generally contains dozens of fledgling ideas about experiments to run, or engineering projects to pursue. It also features the picture of an aging woman, into her mid-sixties.
• Personal field kit – Mostly the tools of a doctor, the only thing of note is the addition of a sampling kit, for gathering species of small fauna and flora.
• Taser Rifle – Aaron’s main weapon is, of course, non-lethal in nature.
• Type-5 Sidearm – A simple Pistol, for when non-lethal isn’t an option.
• Personal Effects – A locket, with a single pressed petal inside; and a photo of an attractive woman in her early 40's.

Long-Term Stress: None currently.


Signature: I is LimeyPanda. I accept inevitable scrapping.

#1 (Nitpick): "AI" is a race. "Type 3" is a subtype.

#2 (Lore Error): AI's can't grow hair. They can look human-like, but make no mistake, they are not biological. So shaving hair that doesn't grow is... Odd.

#3 (Power Buff): EMP's won't hurt you. Not unless your outer shell is compromised first. AI's are built as Faraday Cages--no electromagnetic energy in, or out.

Name: T2-M80-DM17R1, or Dmitri.
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class.
Nationality: Russian Federation
Species: AI
Subtype: Type 2
Appearance:

Spoiler

Standing at 2.10M, and weighing in at 230KGs, M80 is a rather intimidating unit, not at all made to pass for a human.

Biography: The M80 line of Type 2 AIs were made as support units for the military. Large, strong and imposing, they were made to carry more than the rest of the squad, and to use heavier weapons than most infantry. Deemed a success, they were mass produced, becoming a common sight among the Russian armed forces, with different variants being made for the different branches.
DM17R1 was among the first of the M80 line, and found his role to be a pleasing one. It had meant being tested in many different terrains, with many different people, allowing him to sate his curiosity in most cases. And even after his testing was done, and he was made a true part of the military, he found that the stream of people and locations were enough to keep him content.
Yet when he heard that the IEF started searching for a crew for an exploratory expedition to go outside the Sol-system, he knew he had to be part of it. He had seen enough of Earth to know what was there, and he very much doubted he'd be sent to any of the colonies anytime soon, he knew that he had to grasp this chance to go further than any before him.

Strengths:

• Above human strength: Being built for combat, M80 has trice(1) the strength of the average soldier, deemed by his manufacturers to be the highest needed, without becoming too costly or advanced. Able to carry large amounts of supplies, and wounded/KIA allies, if needed.
• Advanced scanners: Up to 40x magnification,(2) infrared and multiple lenses, allowing for different levels of magnification at once. M80 was made to see anything important happening within his field of view, and record it.
• Central construction: M80 is designed to be able to be operational, as long as the chest remains intact.

Weaknesses:

• Support unit: M80 was not made as a marksman. On stationary targets, he has good accuracy, yet if they are mobile, he is, at best, able to provide suppression fire.
• Type 2 syndrome: In combat, M80 is slow to react to anything but direct commands, trying to analyze whatever dangers appears before reacting to them.
• Big hunk-a-junk: While M80 is a strong unit, he is also heavy. Should his legs be damaged, he'd be very slow, and by no means easy to bring back to base.

Equipment:

• Medium machine gun: Squad support weapon, with high capacity and quick-change barrel.
• Makarov pistol: Sidearm of Russian design.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Z'Greel

#1 (What?): Trice... As in Twice, or Thrice?

#2 (Power Nerf): 40x magnification is a hell of a lot. Hi-powered scopes normally never exceed 10x. Normally never need to, either. So maybe tune this down to 20x.

Name: Jazmyn Trethern
Age: 24
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: United States of America
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

not my art


Biography:
Jazmyn's childhood was spent in fear of her abusive and destructive family. Often times her monster(1) would beat her to tears for nothing more then not moving fast enough or not waking up on time. During these attacks Jazmyn would cry out for help, but not even her own mother would stop the monster saying, "you should learn to be quicker and you wouldn't have to suffer." One dark night when Jazmyn was fast asleep her monster attacked. The monster ripped Jazmyn out of bed and slammed her into the wall. Jazmyn tried to get away from the monster, but her head throbbed and her body shock with pain. Jazmyn screamed her lungs out and cowered away from the monster's attacks. This time her screams were heard.

Earlier on that dark night the monster had gone to it's favorite bar for drinks where at one point it bumped into an off duty detective. After bumping into the monster at the bar and over hearing something about its plans for the night the directive decided to make sure it was not planning anything illegal and followed the beast to it's lair. At first the detective thought she might have been wrong and that this beast was just going home for the night, but something in her gut told her to check it out, so slowly the detective walked up to the door and listened. When she heard Jazmyn scream from inside the dark home, she knew something was wrong. Throwing herself into the door the detective ran head first into the monster's lair.

As the monster moved in for another attack Jazmyn heard someone racing through the house. Jazmyn tried again to call for help, but her voice was gone. The monster picked Jazmyn up by the throat and started to squeeze the last bit of life out of the defencless child. The last thing Jazmyn saw on that dark night was her guardian angel.

After that dark night Jazmyn was put into a boarding school program for children without families, where she would complete high school safe from her monster. While all her friends and classmates looked at colleges and degree programs to attend upon graduation Jazmyn looked for a job that would let her kill bad people. Upon graduation Jazmyn enlisted in the United States Marines to become a Marine Sniper. Although many of her battle buddies and comrades had trouble finding a way to fight through the stress and pain of the grueling training Jazmyn strived in it. Jazmyn's monster had already broken her to pieces,(2) so no matter how hard the sergeants tried they could never break her drive. Jazmyn graduated training at the top of her class and would go on to do what she hed set out to do, kill bad guys and lot's of them. (3) After four years in the Marines Jazmyn was offered a chance to join the IEF, where they had heard about her skills with a rifle. At first she didn't want to leave Earth, because their were still bad people that needed to die, (2) but after her commander informed her that this was a once in a lifetime thing and that she should be honored to represent the Marines in outer space Jazmyn agreed and left the United States Marines for the Insterstellar Earth Forces.

Strengths:

1. Sharp shooter: Jazmyn is one of the most deadly shots in the world.
2. Stamina: Jazmyn's childhood and training have given her a drive to never quit.
3. Willpower: What is dead may never die.
4. Joy of the kill: Jazmyn can become a heartless killer. (2)

Weaknesses:

1. Truest: Jazmyn has a very hard time trusting others, this can leave her isolated.
2. Attention: Jazmyn is a warrior of the shadows, being in the spotlight makes her uncomfortable and not as sharp.
3. Joy of the kill: Jazmyn can become a heartless killer. (2)

Equipment:

1. Sniper
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2. Assault rifle
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3. Combat knife
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4. Lightweight body armor
5. Camo to match the terrain.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Yoda

#1 (Who?): I believe I know who the abuser is (her father), but I honestly can't confirm. Is it?

#2 (Psych Evaluation): This character sounds mentally damaged. That might come up in psych evaluation, especially with Telepaths in the world. Please clarify. (This appears: 4 times. Each one marked.)

#3 (Who?): Who has she been killing? There hasn't been a war or major act of terrorism in seventy years. So who would Marines be killing outside of war time?

Name: Rhett Vorster

Age: 28


Sex: Male


Rank: Private First Class


Nationality: South African


Species: Human

Subtype: Normal


Appearance:

Spoiler

[Rhett in his civies before being deployed to the IEF]

Rhett stands at 6’3 and is a slender but muscular man, with a head of thick, black wavy hair along with a neatly trimmed beard and sideburns.

Biography: Born and raised the rural deserts of South Africa, both sides of his family have a long history of military men and professional soldiers. His father was once a respected member of the South African military brass before retiring and his Grandfather on his mother’s side was a semi-famous British commander during the wars in the middle-east. As per family tradition Rhett was raised in military schools from a young age with the expectation that he would serve in the Army and rise through the ranks, which he did. At 18 he enlisted in the South African Army with his service lasting four years before given an option to leave or renew. His superiors gave him recommendations to enlist in the training program for the South African Special Forces Brigade not only on account of his discipline and integrity but also due to his impressive skills handling a large and diverse collection of weaponry. However, he surprisingly rejected the offer and in fact left the military altogether when his term was up, much to the chagrin of his family, who practically disowned him. He turned his skills to the private sector and was one out of two dozen secretive third party private contractors to help combat India’s internal problems.


At the time, a new Indian Prime Minister, Ranveer Goel, was elected on a controversial campaign platform of completely halting India’s growing crime and poverty along with a promise of slowing down the increasing population “without enacting draconian laws.” To do this, his government began to subtly encourage and reinforce the caste system(1) and using the local police forces to stop the expanding neighborhoods of the lower castes, namely the Shudras and the untouchables from reaching more affluent neighborhoods. The new government would also decide to use it's economic might to invest heavily in the wealthy, middle class in the form of government loans for businesses and houses while also completely shutting off welfare to the lower castes.


The crime that would normally occur with the influx of poverty was brutally put down by India’s reformed police force that would guard and patrol poor neighborhoods. Not only did they put a stop to crime, they would make sure to arrest potential suspects before a crime was even committed. The police forces were more often then not managed and handled by foreign third party entities like Rhett. Some of the more affluent of these private contractors integrated level two AI’s within the police system since they wouldn’t have qualms about violently stopping crime and suppressing dissent. Soon small scale riots and protests began to erupt all over the country and it was then that the massive scale of the invigorated police force showed it’s full might. Jailing thousands of protesters and tracking down and harassing their families afterwards. However, the new prime minister effectively played down these protests on the international stage and characterized them as “Ruffians and hoodlums”. The result of a country struggling with an out of control and impoverished population. He acted as if the unrest going on in his country was out of his control, unless the governments of the West gave him even more financial support. The majority of these loans and grants from Europe and North America, in a sick sense of irony, ended up funding these police forces to more effectively control the lower castes of India through fear and threats of violence and intimidation.



Rhett’s division was no different. In fact during the four years in which he worked and partially managed the police force of Jaipur, it became a fact that the police under Rhett’s jurisdiction would round up “suspicious” untouchables and bring them in for “questioning” behind closed doors, which amounted to nothing more than systematic beatings which were carried out to remind the lower castes of the city who was in charge. Rhett also personally took part in suppressing protests and used his expertise in infantry-grade weapons to help further expand the rapid militarization of the Indian police forces.


However, the seams of this new administration would begin to unravel as the protests became more and more violent on both sides as police would detain critically injured protesters and withhold medical care from them.(2) It was during this point that the rest of the world began to look more closely at what was going on in the country, with the Prime Minister now struggling to come up with better reasons, now claiming that an “insurrection” was brewing within the rural settlements of the “uneducated masses” and implored the Western world to give him even more resources to combat this “epidemic”. Then a bombshell was dropped in the form of thousands of documents from police proceedings to the workings of the Prime Minister’s administration being leaked by an unknown source that revealed the extent of the government’s human rights abuses.


The response from the western world was stunned horror, completely flabbergasted that a “modern” country would not only think it was acceptable to approve of this sort of behavior, but that it went on for years and was only found through an insider leaking the intel. The response in India however was far more immediate as they now knew that not only was the government acting more and more like a dictatorship, but that its police force was being manned by what they penned as “foreign mercenaries” who did not serve and protect for the sake of the community and its citizens, but for profit and control. Protests erupted in all of India’s 200 cities with police now hesitant and fearful to act knowing they were now being watched by the rest of the world. It would get even worse when during one protest, police accidentally shot and killed two young boys from the Untouchable caste.


The populace now descended into full scale riots as cities burned and the police force, now scared and frantic, responded in their most brutal manner yet. Neighborhoods turned into warzones as police raided apartment after apartment and fought with protesters in the streets. As a result, a total of 150 people were killed and thousands more were injured. It was only when the Indian Parliament quickly removed Prime Minister Ranveer Goel from power was peace somewhat restored.


The following criminal trials that resulted from this scandal were not conducted by the Indian courts, but rather by the international courts who had lost complete confidence in the Indian government. Almost everyone tried, from Government officials (including Goel,) to police chiefs were found guilty of some crime whether it be corruption or a violation of Human rights.


The original two dozen foreign contractors were also quickly rounded up and sent to a trial, where all of them were found guilty of acting as Mercenaries and therefore in violation of International law and were given lengthy prison sentences. All of them except Rhett, who was apprehended by the authorities like the others but was spared a trial and a subsequent sentencing when it was discovered by the authorities that he was the one who initially leaked the documents. This was particularly surprising because it was clear that Rhett, when leaking the documents made no attempt to cover up his own actions and in fact the information regarding his own management and actions was one of the more distasteful things contained in the leaks; revealing that during his four year tenure forces under his command had illegally detained and beaten over a hundred victims.


This information in of itself is still considered a secret and has not been publicly revealed. He was given a pardon for his crimes on the conditions that he relinquish all of the money received during his tenure in India(3) and also that he join the European(4) branch of the IEF as a candidate for the EF detachment.


Rhett agreed and became a glorified ward of the state during his two years of training for his venture into space and was under constant surveillance by the authorities on earth who were eager to wash their hands of a man who seemed to represent everything the modern world wasn’t.


Strengths:

*Military training: Rhett’s entire early life was full of military schools and training in preparation for a life in the military and made good marks during his service in the South African Army. In all matters relating to the military he is a consummate professional with a strong sense of discipline ingrained in him at an early age along with over a decade of frontline combat training and experience. He is the ideal professional soldier.


*Weapon expertise: It became more and more notable during his time in the Army that Rhett was skilled with infantry-grade weaponry. Give him any gun and he can use it to its fullest potential; from virtually any ballistic weapons, to Railguns, to non-lethal weaponry. Not only that but he has a extremely refined technical mind in regards to weapons and will take them apart and put them back together again just to understand fully how they work and function. If he ever is given a weapon he has never fired before, he can figure out its inner workings and will disassemble and reassemble it when he has the free time, giving it small upgrades and improvements where he can.


*Brawler: Rhett’s time in India putting down protests has made him rather skilled in fighting in melee combat, whether it be with his fists or with a weapon of some type, its clear that not only can he give a punch, but he can take one without much of a fuss.


Weaknesses:

*Anti-social: Rhett is a jerk. With an abrasive, grouchy, and often mean-spirited personality it’s hard to make friends with Rhett, assuming someone would even want to.


*Hated: The majority of the officers and brass in the IEF, even those who know he leaked the documents, generally dislike Rhett and see him as a war criminal who got away from justice. Many view him as an utter scumbag and others see him as a problem that the governments on Earth put on them so they don’t have to deal with him, and they would be right in suspecting the latter.


*Narrow minded: Rhett’s military training from an early age has made him either disinterested/ignorant about any other subject that isn’t related to military affairs. Whether it be advanced AI’s, History, diplomacy or the scientific wonders present on the ship, Rhett generally doesn’t care and simply wants to go carry out the next mission


Equipment:


*FN FAL rifle, specifically the carbine/paratrooper variant

*Desert Eagle

*A foot and a half long Machete, the last remnant of his old life in the South African army


*A pile of gears and dissembled weapons on his desk in his room, that he is constantly tinkering with during his free time.


Long-Term Stress: None.


Signature: Slade

#1 (World Building): Keep in mind that the Indian government will never admit to doing this. I can believe them doing it, because it's fucking India, but they'll never admit it.

#2 (Lore Error): The Indian Government would never (and would generally not have the authority at this point) deny medical care to injured civilians. They would all have been murdered by angry mobs if they had tried. Remove this bit.

#3 (What?): There's no way he could repay that, and the court would know it. It would demand most of his wealth as blood money, but not full repayment.

#4 (Lore Error): There isn't really a European or American or Russian branch of the IEF. The IEF is wholly independent in its operations, and while nationalities persist on records (and in the hearts of some), the organization itself has no branches or departments organized by nationality. It's part of the IEF's vision of a clean future--however feasible or impossible it may turn out to be.

Name: Frederick Gottsinn
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: German
Species: Human
Subtype: Type 3 Telepath (1)

Appearance: Though in his 30s, Frederick doesn't look much older than 21 with fair, pale skin and a clean-shaven face. He has a mop of straight, blonde hair on the top of his head which drapes over his forehead. Frederick has a case of ocular albinism which gives him uncannily bright blue eyes (at the expense of being overly photosensitive and visually impaired). (2) His head is oval-shaped, and his face appears starved, with his cheeks being sunk in. Standing non-slouching at exactly 6 ft even, Frederick is not particularly heavy, weighing at about 165 lb. Built quite nimble, he can be strikingly quick on his feet.

Biography: Born in 2084 to a family that couldn't even afford to clothe him, let alone raise him, Frederick was an impoverished child in Liepzig, Germany, living with a detached mother and father. With the population in Liepzig overflowing, Frederick lived with food and shelter being a scarce, battled-for resource instead of a given security. Five years into his life, he was taken away from his parents by Kinderhilfswerk after prolonged neglect. Frederick was then placed up for foster care, where he had been given a physical which revealed his genetic predisposition to telepathy. Despite vehement protest, foster services forced Frederick to undergo the operation to exploit the genetic trait. The operation was successful, yet it was at the cost of specific cognitive functions. The medical team that operated on Frederick was underfunded and under-experienced, and complications during the operation resulted in inhibitions in his hearing and vision. Regardless, tests displayed that Frederick was capable of third-level telepathy. Though his vision and hearing were reduced, it improved his telepathic comprehension and ability as a trade-off.

Despite being cognitively weak, Frederick graduated from high school by the age of 17 and became certified as a level-3 Telepath, subsequently taking on a career in international relations. He became recognised as one of Germany's most capable and powerful telepaths. He later registered as the international Ambassador for the Federal Republic of Germany. Working as a diplomat since he was 28, Frederick was selected as one of a group of individuals to be considered for interplanetary diplomatic relations ever since the discovery of interstellar life was confirmed. Though not immediately selected by IEF for his ability as a soldier, Frederick's selection was based especially on his capacity for ambassadorial negotiations, being especially persuasive, if not manipulative.

Frederick, as an individual, became a topic of controversy internationally for his position as a telepathic diplomat. Many question the morality of a telepath in a position of diplomacy, criticizing it as invasive and immoral. Opinions are wildly mixed on him, and many suggest that he should not be a member on the expedition, as they believe it could be harmful to relations between interplanetary civilizations. (3)

Strengths:

• Top-Tier Telepath: Frederick has gained world-renown for his ability as a telepath. Though otherwise cognitively weak, his capability to read telepathic cues is greatly enhanced.
• Frederick Be Nimble, Frederick Be Quick: Can be remarkably agile, to the point of it being unnatural.
• I Never Looked At It That Way: There's something about him, but he's particularly persuasive. Being a distinguished diplomat, Frederick rarely has a negotiation that does not somehow lean in his favour.

Weaknesses:

• I Said Telepathy, Not Sympathy: Frederick may be highly capable of reading emotions and memories, but he tends to lack the ability to return sympathy. Though he was trained to mend this issue, he still appears unusually cold at times.
• All Brain, No Brawn: Not particularly strong, he'll tend toward flight more than fight. (4)
• 20-20 Foresight, Not So Much Normal Sight: Visually and aurally impaired. (2)
• You Manipulative Bastard: Scheming and unscrupulous, he dissents morally with what is appropriate of a telepath at times.

Equipment:

• Walther PPQ 45 - A fine German secondary-arm handgun.
• AK-99 - The newest model Kalashnikov 5.56mm rifle designed to be more lightweight and precise than previous iterations of the rifle. Semi-automatic.
• Life-Form Scanner - Designed to locate nearby warm-blooded lifeforms.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Kill at your own discretion. -- TheZanta

#1 (Nitpick): Type 3 Telepath? Just need Telepath in this field, since only Level 3 Telepaths are allowed in anyway.

#2 (Health): How visually impaired are we talking here? Also keep in mind that Telepathy already gives him photosensitive epilepsy. (This appears twice.)

#3 (World Building): The only people against him would be anti-Telepaths in general. Everyone else--more importantly, governments and the IEF--would support him. Keep this in mind.

#4 (Health): Keep in mind he still has to pass minimum IEF health requirements, which would match those of a soldier. He has to be able to carry his own equipment, do pushups and pullups, and so on. He doesn't have to be as strong as Sylvester Stallone, or even have a six pack, but he needs to be fit.

 

[Nilum]

(Part 2/2)

Name: Muriel O'Callaghan
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Ireland
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance: Muriel has sleek, straight black hair that falls to her waist, sideswept bangs brushing her graceful, arched eyebrows. It is often tied back in a tight french braid, or up in a bun or ponytail. Her eyes are a vibrant light blue, and her skin is a fair golden. Her face is rather angular, with high cheekbones and a small nose. Her lips are full, and hide white teeth that are not quite straight. She stands at a rather average height of 5' 5", and while rather small-boned and petite, is very fit, with a slender hourglass figure. She wears her IEF uniform with pride.
Biography: Muriel was always a curious, kind child. Growing up in Dublin was hard for her, as it was a massive city, filled to the bursting with people, like the other major cities of the world. She had no siblings, and her parents loved and nurtured her, always encouraging her to follow her dreams. The girl decided at a young age that the world needed more happiness in their hearts, and was determined to be a famous harp player, wowing crowds from every corner of the globe. Her parents bought her a harp, and she began lessons.

Muriel found that she picked up on the harp rather quickly. It took a lot of practice to get the playing part down, but everything she read, sheet music, exercises, stayed in her brain as if she were still reading it. This sort of thing happened frequently. She aced all scholastic tests, and almost never studied outside of class. When her parents lectured her about the need to study, she simply shrugged and told them, "I don't need to. I remember it all."

This went on for some time, until she turned twelve. Within a week of her birthday, her mother collapsed, and when she was rushed to the ER, the doctors, with all their fancy equipment, couldn't do anything for her. They said she had a rare disease, with only four hundred known cases, and no cure had been found. Muriel refused to accept it. She practically lived at the library, poring over medical book after medical book, determined that there had to be something. It was just that nobody had found it yet.

As the months went by, her mother grew steadily worse. Distraught over the prospect of losing her, the usually extroverted girl retreated into a shell, slowly losing the things that had once mattered the most to her. Her friends, the harp. Her mother. She walked to the library every day after school, and wouldn't leave until her father came to drag her away. One night, when he drove to pick her up, their car crashed, and while Muriel suffered no more than a minor concussion, her father was in bad shape. The emergency responders whisked him away to the hospital, the preteen riding along in a state of shock. She was going to lose her father, even before her mother.

But at the hospital, the doctors were very calming and comforting, fixing her up, and then letting her see her father who, to her great surprise and relief, was fine. From that day forward, she considered herself indebted to those doctors, despite the fact that they couldn't help her mother, who was slowly wasting away. It was fine, though. They wouldn't have to help her. Muriel was going to.

Schoolwork all the time, day in and day out, became Muriel's routine. Not only what they studied in school, but historical, medical, and obscure books she found at the library, she studied everything. Unwilling to rely any longer on her seemingly photographic memory, she studied hard, whether or not it was necessary. She poured herself into her work, and by the age of 16 was ready to leave home and further her education. Bidding her ill mother and supportive father goodbye, she went off to the University of Oxford. (1)

She worked nonstop while she was at Oxford, barely socializing and focusing solely on her work. After all, she was in a fight against the clock, and medical school took a long time. At twenty years old, she got a call from her father -- her mother was dying, and wanted to see her. Muriel refused to believe it. All they way home, she denied it. Her mother had been dying for eight years, and she hadn't died yet. She couldn't die yet. Muriel hadn't found the cure.

She made it just in time. Mere hours after she arrived and spoke to her mother, the woman passed on. Robbed of her purpose to live, the girl went back to Oxford with a broken and lackluster spirit. She had no friends to comfort her, and couldn't even manage to fail her classes, due to her sharp memory. Her clinics brought her no joy, though she had once thrived on the help that she brought to people.

One day, at the hospital where she was doing her residency, a man was brought in after a vehicular accident. He was in bad shape, but thanks to the great advances of medicine and technology in the last century, Muriel, along with the official doctors, had the man healed in a matter of hours. She was jotting some things down before he left when a little girl, no more than eight years old, ran in. She was sobbing, and the reunion between the girl and the man, who Muriel found out was her father, was a sweet one, and she couldn't help but smile, a nostalgic feeling overtaking her. The girl thanked her, over and over, despite the fact that she was just an intern.

When the pair left the hospital, a fellow intern smiled at Muriel and said, "It's just your every day at work, but you greatly impacted their lives. It's great to be a doctor, or, well, almost a doctor, isn't it?" The young man's word left a huge impression on Muriel, and he became her first friend in a very long time. Slowly, she recovered her will to work, remembering the other reason she'd gone to medical school, and picking up new reasons for it every day. Graduating top of her class at the age of 26, she moved back to Ireland, hired to the same Dublin hospital that had saved her father, but not her mother. She worked diligently, but had only been there barely a year when she received an invitation to join the IEF. Somebody had seen her scholastic records, it would seem.

She didn't think she was interested in space travel, but the thought of making way for the cities to become less crowded, and for furthering the advances of medicine and science, excited her, and she signed up. The two years of training were grueling for her, but it whipped her into shape, and she's proud of how far she's come.

Strengths:

• Steady Handed: Muriel's hands are steady as can be, whether it be handling weapons, medical equipment, or kittens.
• I've Seen This Before: Muriel has a photographic memory, and after exposure to something once or twice, doesn't forget it.
• Trust Me, I'm a Doctor: Muriel is very calm under pressure, and thrives in stressful situations, being clear headed and decisive. She is good at keeping people calm, as she has to be comforting and kind on an everyday basis.
• Yes, I Have My Degree: Muriel has an MD-PhD, a dual medical and scientific degree, and knows her stuff. She is also fluent in English, Irish, and French.

Weaknesses:

• I'm a Doctor, Not a Mechanic: Muriel's field is in medicine and science, not mechanics or engineering. She's not real big on the inner workings of, well, much of anything.
• Wait, Is That Not What I Should Say?: Due to refusing to socialize for so long a period of time, Muriel has trouble connecting with people, and can be rather socially awkward.
• Lift What Now?: While she is fit enough to have stamina and shoot a gun, physical prowess is not Muriel's cup of tea. Not a very good brawler, and prefers to use brain over what very little brawn she has.
• Curiosity Killed The Cat: Muriel can be more than a little curious about things, and often causes trouble in her pursuit of knowledge.

Equipment:

• Semi-automatic rifle.
• Several small combat knives. (2)
• Advanced emergency medical kit.
• Small portable sensor, in the form of a floating triangular droid. (3)
• Extra portable nanomachine, outside of medkit. You can never be too prepared.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Swag Giraffe, yo.

#1 (World Building): Oxford University remains a private university, and one of the most expensive in the world. How does she afford to go to it from an ostensibly middle class Irish family?

#2 (What?): This character is in space, what use could she have for knives (even if they could be thrown), against enemies that her gun would surely do a better job of dispatching? Further, who would allow her to walk around the ship covered in knives? If she's in melee combat, only one knife is going to do her any good. Maybe two, but probably just one.

#3 (What?): I thought she wasn't mechanically inclined?

Name: “Cyrus” Kourosh Razi Darzi
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Rank: Private 1st Class
Nationality: Israeli/Iranian
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Spoiler: Cyrus

Biography:
Born to an Iranian father and an Israeli mother, Cyrus benefited from dual citizenship. His parents worked in business and so couldn't often spend much time together, so Cyrus often traveled between his parents' homes in Tehran and Tel Aviv. He spent most of his childhood in Iran and most of his adolescence in Israel. When he turned 18, he served his mandatory time in the Israeli Defense Forces before traveling to France for his college education and on to America for his postgraduate studies.

During his time abroad, he was exposed to science fiction. Although it was obviously present back home in the middle east, it was a growing genre there and hadn't had the time to mature as it had in the west. Originally dabbling in it to find things that were proven patently false or which came true, he soon came to greatly enjoy the genre. The discovery of 'space fish' only seemed to spur his imagination further. Originally planning to be a business translator, Cyrus shifted his area of study towards anthropology, with the hope of pioneering the field of xenoanthropology. His wide range of education, focusing on linguistics and anthropology caught the attention of IEF, along with his prior military service.

Strengths:

• Linguist: Cyrus has studied linguistics and is fluent in many earth languages, including Farsi, Hebrew, Arabic, English and French, lending to his ability to learn languages rapidly.
• Educated: Cyrus has spent most of his adult life learning a variety of subjects in the hopes of being able to utilize them in space, including mathematics, chemistry, anthropology, sociology and even music. (1)
• Military Service: Cyrus spent his mandatory three years in the IDF and already knew much of what the IEF taught all its applicants.

Weaknesses:

• Inexperienced: Cyrus has spent most of his life in classrooms and hasn't had much experience with what he studied first-hand.
• Soft: Having lived a rather privileged life, Cyrus hasn't had to make any hard decisions in life and may not handle stressful situations with grace.
• Reckless: Cyrus tends to take an aggressive approach to problems and often prefers to solve them on the fly rather then prepare a solution ahead of time. Though it may display as optimism, when combined with his general inexperience, it's only a matter of time until he bites off more than he can chew.

Equipment:

• X297 Micro-Tavor Taser Rifle (2)
• Stun Baton
• 'Universal Translator', a datapad housing a Type 1 AI meant for processing and deciphering alien languages and recording and cataloging social norms and customs. Comes equipped with a camera for reading non-verbal cues and an audio speaker to allow it to vocalize noises the human larynx cannot replicate.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Grothnor

#1 (Power Nerf): Keep in mind that with how vague and stretched this is, he should never have anything beyond a basic or rudimentary understanding of these things.

#2 (Lore Error): Due to the profession, your character will be required to carry at least one traditionally lethal weapon. Specifically, a firearm.

Name: Shayne Deslaurier

Age: 29

Sex: Male

Rank: Private First Class

Nationality: Israeli/American

Species: Human

Subtype: Normal

Appearance: View attachment 192

Biography:

Shayne is the son of a career politician father and a Israeli mother whom he grew up not knowing, as the son of the American ambassador to the Israeli people, and being mixed heritage caused his life to be harder than most kids of American politicians. Shayne grew up to be a charming, outgoing, and selfless youth, making friends quite easily despite his mixed heritage. He would often go out of his way to do things that would earn the respect of his peers, often slightly dangerous things, despite this Shayne flourished in Israeli society. Excelling in his studies, outperforming most of his classmates who were mostly vying to leave school and join the Israeli army or something similar. Shayne had other aspirations, the stars, he was always watching YouTube videos regarding things NASA had done in the past and listening to lectures on spatial anomalies, soaking the information in like a dry sponge. Due to these lengthy videos and in-depth scenarios regarding NASA tests, Shayne took to working out, taking martial arts of various sorts.

Readying himself for the eventual attempts at his goal of reaching the stars, during this time his father passed away due to a plane malfunction, this derailed Shayne from his path for a time, though did little to change who he was. Enlisting in the Israeli military for a time, thinking this would be a way to ease his grief, the only thing it did was make him more and more immune to death. It was during this time that Shayne met up with an aged man sitting outside a hut smoking from a hookah, the man dropped his stem and gazed at him pointedly for a second and shook his head. Stopping Shayne walked over to the man and asked him why he made the gesture, the man's reply was, "the path may be long, but, this fork leads to dirt not stars."

It took Shayne weeks to understand what the old man had meant, if he kept along the path he was going in the Israeli military he would end up dying and never realizing his dream of outer space. Six months later Shayne retired from service and after utilizing his heritage he acquired a passport and flew to America, hoping that somehow he could find a way to go to space. Upon visiting a NASA recruiting drive, he heard of an experimental program titled IEF Venture program. Curious Shayne asked a NASA employee about it, the man gave Shayne a once over and said, it wouldn't harm him trying out, the more people interested meant more chances weeding out the ineligible and choosing the best of the crop available.

Two years,(1) numerous testing, and multiple grueling types of combat training, Shayne was cleared for mission status, though he can't help but wonder if he would be as ecstatic in a year as he was now. Now all he needed was his final psych eval...

Strengths:

• Charismatic - Shayne is easy going, always having a smile on his face, somehow making the worst of situations seemingly just a little bit better.
• Quick Study - It doesn't take Shayne long to learn something, due to his drive Shayne commits to things more readily than most, aligned with the abandonment issues it allows him to master things faster. (2)
• Always positive - Shayne always manages to find a light in the darkness so to speak, doing what he can to make bleak situations better than they seem.
• Unshakable - Calm and steady under duress, able to focus on his mission or shoot well under fire.
• Intelligence - Shayne has always had a quick and analytical mind, able to pick up on things most wouldn't notice whether in conversations or by general insight. (2)

Weaknesses:

• Too friendly - Always tries to be friends with whoever is around him, thinking he can make everyone like him. (3)
• Foolish - Shayne sees the best in everyone, despite what is obvious, can be blind to people's true intentions.

Equipment:

• ChayTac Intervention Sniper rifle
• M4 carbine with ACOG scope, and masterkey underbarrel attachment
• 1911 colt .45 service pistol

Long-Term Stress: None

Signature: Ostensor Dolor

#1 (Lore Error): He would be selected for the mission before being trained for the two year period. They're not going to invest two years into someone and then go "lol nevermind." Not unless he failed his final psych eval.

#2 (Power Nerf): These overlap. Choose one, not both.

#3 (Power Nerf): Being "too friendly" isn't really a weakness. Try coming up with a new weakness to replace this one.

Name: Abel Ikanov

Age: 9 years

Sex: Male

Rank: Private first class

Nationality: Russian

Species: Artificial Intelligence

Subtype: Type 3

Appearance: His physical aspect is completely human-like, the only way to know that he's an AI would be because of Abel himself telling you.

To start, he’s 5,5 feet tall and, due to the materials used in his construction, he’s particularly light while incredibly resistant, being able to handle his own weight(45kg) 15 times(675 kg).

He’s not muscular at all and his skin is exceptionally pale. His long straight hair is a mix of white, light blue and a platinum blonde tone. His eyes, the color of the sky on its clearest day, shine full of illusion and confidence.

(Picture will be added)

Biography:

Whether I have a soul or not, I dream, I hurt, and I feel. Therefore, I am.

Once upon a time, in a vast terrain owned by a wealthy family. A type two AI was bought and given simple tasks to perform. He brought some diversity to the house, the lady said. It was an experiment, the man of the house stated.
It's my friend!, a little kid exclaimed.

With a cat to take care of and an equally interested and supportive family, Abel evolved into a type three AI sooner than later. Demonstrating very high empathy levels even for a sentient machine.

Soon, he was given a name, Abel Ikanov. Granted to him by the family's only child, Klaus Ikanov. Who had always wanted a brother.

Abel still identifies an an Ikanov nowadays, and the AI is very proud of his name.

For two years he brought happiness and tranquility to the family, who soon became used to him. He was given more complex tasks and became Klaus best friend, maybe even more. Giving him company and safety.

But even though his family was fantastic, the AI wanted to try new experiences that helped him become more human.
Abel received the necessary programming and functions to survive on his own among modern society, and as a goodbye gift, his family got him a new body that he got to design himself.

Throughout the years, Abel worked in several countries inside the European Union. Including his country of origin.
He was working as an assistant in several institutions, such as kindergartens, primary and secondary schools, public and private hospitals... He has worked taking care of older people too, as a guide on museums and giving tours around several cities. Sometimes even doing two jobs at a time to keep himself busy.

He made friends here and there, always remembering to write to them, via messages or using different methods. Soon, however, he decided he needed another change. He had become extremely social, he had learned and studied that part of life... but he also knew that being social and knowing how people functioned was not all that there was to know and learn about.

Therefore, the AI signed up to work as a doctor in emergency situations, getting two deposits for nanomachines on his body after proving himself useful and worthy passing several examinations and tests. All of it being approved and supervised by the government. These acts and some training allowed him to take part in several rescues and emergency situations, and once he was qualified, he also applied for a doctorate level of knowledge in medicine.

After taking several more courses and modifying his programming once again, just to add the necessary data, he achieved his goal.

During this time. Abel learned about human psychology and mental illnesses. Recognising them as a real problem. Abel focused on them and applied to work as a psychologist assistant and later, an actual psychologist for a while to the russian space station Mir.

After this, he decided he was human enough in terms of empathy and socialising. Also. he labeled himself as a good human because he focused on helping others, like good men and women did, as his family had taught him.

But maybe to be even a better human. He would have to help in different ways.

That was a time when Abel, even though he was usually cheerful and relaxed, he found it difficult to make a decision. He could try to get himself involved with religious and spiritual matters and organisations, but his former partner at the time had had some issues with it, and claimed it was inefficient and just a big bucket of lies, so Abel decided to leave spiritualism behind and focus on learning how to fight... for peace, obviously. Even if he was a good human, humans were also creatures inclined towards violence when their instincts kicked in. So he learned how to wield weapons in the military, and how to adapt to several situations and environments.
All of this has resulted on the sweet and cheerful AI, with high level of knowledge on medicine, regarding humans and machines, psychology and combat. A good combination of abilities that, combined with the experience Abel has, made him a good applicant for the IEF to choose between so many others. And you can be sure he squealed in delight when he received the letter.

Strengths:

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  • A vast amount of knowledge and experience in medicine(regarding humans and AI)(1)

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  • Psychology degree and several masters.(2)

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  • Military training for combat.
  • Small and dynamic shape make him difficult to hit and makes it easy for him to squirm.
  • Can lift his own weight, 45kg, fifteen times, 675kg.
  • High resistance to hits and bullets. His essential components protected by several more layers than the rest of his body.
  • Good spirit, he generally cheers people up.
  • Never loses his hope. Is very determined.
  • Knows how to follow orders, when to ask how high to jump and when... just not to jump.
  • Selflessness

Weaknesses:

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  • Irresistible wish to repair all type two AIs if found hurt.
  • A tiny bit naive
  • Would refrain from shutting down even if he was broken.
  • Overly friendly and peaceful towards anything and anyone.
  • Will only use violence if absolutely necessary or after being attacked
  • On occasion, spiritualism goes back to him and makes himself ask stupid, as he says, questions. Like whether he has or doesn't have a soul.
  • Cannot handle big and heavy weapons.(3)
  • Selflessness

Equipment:

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  • Spare batteries
  • Two handguns which he can use at the same time or separately.
  • Ammo for both of the weapons.
  • Scanner device, which allows him to detect life forms in a twenty meter radius from where he is, but not to tell their exact location.
  • Nanomachine deposits.
  • Advanced medical kit.
  • Usually wears a ring on his ring finger, on his right hand.
  • equipped flashlight
  • Infrared vision which activates in emergency or danger situations by itself, he could also turn it on and off at will.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Astaroth

#1 (Power Nerf): Humans and AI are vastly different. Wanting to help a Human would be medicine, wanting to help an AI would be robotics.

#2 (Power Nerf): Don't overload him with education. He still requires time, like humans do, to study materials. Pick a couple educational disciplines and master those.

#3 (Power Buff): This AI can lift more than twice the human maximum. He can use heavy weapons, just fine.

Name: Viktoria Grigoryeva Nikitovna
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Russian Federation
Species: Human
Subtype: None

Appearance:

Spoiler: Viktoria

5' 7" and 125 pounds.

Biography: Viktoria was born and raised in Saint Petersburg. A cramped, over populated city in the heart of Russia. She was always miserable in the smothering masses of the city and had long looked for a way out. When she turned 18 she found it in the form of the Russian Engineer Troops.

This was not an easy out. Viktoria struggled to keep up with the rest of her troop in most excercises. She wasn’t the smartest, and she definitely wasn’t the strongest but she was determined. She refused to let herself down. She struggled to better herself. Working above and beyond to meet the physical standards and to learn the engineering side of her work. It was with this determination that she became a respected member of the Corps, and it would be these same traits that would land her a position among the IEF.

When news of the IEF and their project reached Viktoria, she found a new goal. She fought tooth and nail for the opportunity to serve on the IEF Venture. Constantly advocating for herself and trying to convince the higher ups that she deserved the position. And like with her previous work, tenacity and dedication saw her through.

Strengths:

• Do you want me to build a bridge?: Viktoria is well versed in construction under combat conditions.
• Or blow one the fuck up?: She also knows how to blow shit up.
• You've got my back, right?: Viktoria has a tendency to get along well with others and can get them to trust her.

Weaknesses:

• No Marksman: Viktoria's combat training doesn't extend further than basic. She knows her equipment and how to use it, but actively fighting is not her specialty.
• I Trust You: Viktoria naturally assumes that those around her have her back and she trusts them implicitly.
• Not Naturally Talented: Simply put, Viktoria is not naturally talented. She has to work harder than those more talented than her.

Equipment: Bullpup rifle. Standard issue sidearm. Plastic explosives, electric triggers, and detcord. Thermite charges. Entrenching tool. Combat knife. A week of emergency rations.

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: This Cyka Blyat, Potatocat agrees to the murders.

No notable changes necessary.

Name: Lev Andropov
Age: 39
Sex: Male
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Russia
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Biography: Lev is a brilliant young scientist from the Moscow University of Physics and Technology, his educational career a flitting from brilliance to brilliance marred only by a few 'black marks' due to his somewhat 'cowboyish' approach that made a number of his professors nervous, the most famous of which was when Professor Aleksandr Petrovsky went into cardiac arrest after Lev took a wrench to his prototype lab-sized particle accelerator, an experiment to see if they could produce useful quantities of antimatter in a confined space, the incident occuring when the device failed to work as expected, though the device did in fact function after its percussive maintenance, it didn't produce the desired results and Petrovsky was still having a heart attack.

Fortunately this setback didn't end the studies of the young Lev Andropov, in the end Lev had Doctorates in the fields of Theoretical Physics, Quantum Physics, Astrophysics, Applied Physics and Engineering, with Masters in Theoretical Xenobiology, Biophysics and Chemical Physics, as well as a Bachelor of Applied A.I Science. The choice of educational regime explicitly intended to capitalise on his application to join the IEF for possible missions beyond the solar system.

And he wasn't wrong, despite his moderate reputation for being a bit of a 'cowboy' his scientific degrees, and a passion for outdoorsy activities when he wasn't, to quote Petrovsky's letter of recommendation "being a bit of a mad scientist". Called in for testing Lev didn't have any difficulties passing his evaluations, and even causing one tester to get a bit flustered after he demanded a moderation on one test because the answer the tester provided was the wrong answer to the mathematical proof. (A result of a typing error.)

But the training was gruelling and Lev enjoyed every minute of it, actually rejecting a position as a shipboard dedicated scientist, specifically recommending the possibility of deployment to a 'boots on the ground, in your face' team.

Strengths:

• Very talented scientist with Doctorates and Masters in several fields related to the sort of work expected to be undertaken by the IEF Venture.
• Outdoorsy; Lev likes to hoon around in the occasional FWD and the like as well as engage in walking, abseiling, and other outdoor activities, this has ensured he has remained quite fit.
• Social; Lev enjoys dealing with others, though others may not always share his outgoing attitudes, he can often be caught trying to rope people into doing things that verge on extreme, or finding volunteers (keyword; conscripts) to aid or 'have a look at this' with his experiments and engineering feats.
• Irrevocably Curios; Lev can't resist a good puzzle or something new to study and is happy to spend time checking out just about anything new he can find or get his hands on.

Weaknesses:

• Painfully Average 'Soldier'; Though Lev went through all the basic training expected of IEF personnel expected to take part in deployments in unknown territory, Lev was never more than middling at best at any sort of combat roles.
• Impatient; Lev is painfully impatient, a trait which has not always ended well for him, especially as a scientist. As such Lev can sometimes seem like he's flitting from subject to subject, or project to project, while in reality he's simply occupying himself so he doesn't start crawl out of his own skin from the impatience.
• A Drinker; Impatience, Boredom and being Russian has only one natural end, the bottom of a Vodka bottle. It is highly likely that Lev has a still concealed somewhere on the ship. It is highly unlikely he has only one concealed Still.
• Science Social!; One of the 'social' activities Lev enjoys is frequently dragging unwitting and unwilling folk to observe or participate in his scientific works and experiments. Though he's a perfectly amiable social creature in all the other ways, people who know Lev well can be identified easily. If you are in a crowded room and hear Lev say 'Here, I have something to show you.' anyone who looks ready to run is one of Lev's friends.

Equipment:

• XM1LEV; Experimental portable sensor and analysis system, additionally capable of receiving sensor data from the IEF Venture on request. (Basically. Tricorder-esque concept.)
• BZ1; A modified armour suit with a number of ultraviolet laser emitters. Whose whole role is bug-zapping. Can be environmentally sealed if required. (1)
• TELR; Tactical Electron Laser Rifle, One of the projects that Lev is helping with development is the TELR, an experimental Electron Laser, it however has problems with power, namely it can deliver a lot once or twice, then it's spent. Or it can deliver very little often. A happy medium where the weapon is actually efficient has not been reached yet, and Lev's is a little more unpredictable his tinkerings will no and again cause an unexpected change in the results. (2)

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Kadaeux

#1 (Power Nerf): No on having armour that has ultraviolet laser emitters. Armour with electricity running through it is all sorts of bad idea right now.

#2 (Power Buff): TELR is fine, just be sure he has a ballistic weapon to go with it.

Name: Judie 'Jude' Bessil
Age: 29
Sex: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: America
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Biography: Judie was born the daughter of a moderately poor family in Cincinnati, Ohio. Her mother was a cop, not home a lot of the time as over population rose and the streets became a zoo. Her father went off to space not long after her younger sibling was born, taking a job to be a part of the build of the five new capital ships. He left his three children behind to be raised, two girls and a boy, to provide for them in the stars.

Judie would be too young to remember much of her father, but her family kept her busy enough most the time to not worry too much. Being the middle of three children she was often the one defending herself between two siblings, each a year apart. The mediator, the wise crack, and the last word in most cases her brother and sister came to see her as the leader between them. Her younger sibling, her sister, grew up trailing behind Judie. She always did whatever Judie did, even if it got them both in trouble. Her older sibling, her brother, would always try to push her around as the bigger child. Most the time she would need to push back, her mother even insisting that she did. She grew up learning how to be a smart-mouth and rough, but still careful enough to be a good role model for her younger sister.

That rough side really shined in her adolescent years were spent with attitude in one hand and rebellion in the other. A punk to most when she was growing up she often acted out, within the confines of the law as to spite her mother who always worried about her. She'd sneak out at night despite her mother's warnings to find a high up place to look up at the sky, wondering if she could see her father.

A close call when she was fifteen would quickly reign in her rebellious attitude, loosing her right arm in a long fall from the top of her lookout. Her neighbor had saved her that time, but she knew she would have to start taking her mother's advice more seriously from then on. She wasn't invincible. She straightened out, all except her smart mouth, and studied hard. It had always been a dream of hers to go up into space to see her father, and she would need to get serious about her grades and training if she was to fulfill that hope.

She was already years behind other applicants and aspiring individuals. She had a lot of ground to cover. It would be her brother who acted as a motivator, already joining the military ahead of her. He wasn't trying to go to space, but it only fueled Judie's fire to top her brother. Her sister, still a year behind her didn't want the military life, choosing medical training over adventuring away from the world. The very next day after Judie graduated she enlisted for military training, deciding that the Infantry would be where she'd have the best chances of going to space.

With enlistment came benefits, her poor quality prosthetic used to replace her arm being upgraded to a military grade robotic prosthetic. While in the military she went to school full time, taking advantage of the military's perks to learn about robotics and engineering. From the time she was eighteen to the time she was twenty-four she attended university, majoring in engineering and minoring in robotics, obtaining a masters in engineering. During that time she remained in the Infantry, working as an engineer as she earned her degree, and tried to have a life at the same time.

She kept in touch with her family, had a few boyfriends and girlfriends, broke a few hearts, and partied from time to time. It wasn't a bad time, but the fun would have to end. She had precious little time left to fill in her resume. She needed experience and fast. To this end she went into active duty, accepting deployments to wherever she could. In the following three years she traveled to a collage of different locations and operations. Most involved repair work or deployment of certain assets, but it was the operations requiring her to travel out into dangerous or hostile environments that she aspired to the most.

The most outstanding situation she signed herself up for was an operation involving the repair of a communication station in the middle of a riot in India. She had deployed to India, already asking for trouble, and when the call went out she volunteered with little question. When she came back she had a dislocated shoulder, a dent in her prosthetic arm, and a ton of bruises. It was the only mission she didn't make jokes about with her team. The remaining time would pass similarly to this, going from place to place and getting the most experience she could in the short time she had. When it finally came time to put in her application to the IEF she put it in with a smile on her face. She was going to get accepted, she had to believe that. She had bet her time, her career, and her life on this dream.(1)
Strengths:

• Witty: A sharp mouth makes for a quick mind, good for decision making, problem solving, and telling off that rude neighbor who keeps the television too loud. (2)
• Intelligent: She knows what she's talking about in a lot of situations. Absorption of information comes easier to her, unless you're talking about something she doesn't want to hear.
• Resilient: Growing up with an older brother taught her to toughen up, take life with a smile. She won't be your personal punching bag but she'll roll with the punches.
• Focused: The hard years and dash to produce an application worth accepting for the IEF has taught her to always keep a clear picture of her goal. No matter what that goal is.
• Humorous: She uses bad jokes and humor to ease tension and stay calm when most wouldn't be. This can be both a strength or a weakness, never can this be both at the same time. (2)
• Unpredictable: She thinks on her feet and acts quickly to get what she needs, making her hard to predict and read. In most cases she skips the explaining phase of doing something with someone, to which she complains the other person is too slow.

Weaknesses:

• Abrasive: She isn't always the easiest to get along with and her jokes can come off as sarcastic or malicious.
• Humerus: Ha, get it? Humerus, it's a bone in the body? Ha. I got it.
• Prideful: Her confidence in her abilities could leave her hung out to dry if she isn't careful.
• Reckless: Her approach to dangerous situations leaves most people worrying about her decisions.
• Self Conscious: Having a younger sister always looking up to her keeps her always double checking herself, questioning herself and how others see her.

Equipment:
Saiga Shotgun Model 2105

Capacity: Two 12 round feeding tubes
Ammo: Ferrous Metal Sabot Slugs, Anti-Riot Beanbag rounds, and 12 gauge buckshot

Switch Magnum

Capacity: 16 round magazine, 4 round secondary ammo magazine
Ammo: 9mm hollow-point rounds, reusable taser rounds

Peacemaker Baton

Miscellaneous:
Wiring kit, tool kit, industrial grade blowtorch, lucky charm (Piece of metal), Dad's old multi-tool

Long-Term Stress: None
Signature: Elf

#1 (Lore Error): Joining the IEF adds two years of training. Three years of military training will not cover all the space-related training the IEF gives.

#2 (Power Nerf): Keep one or the other, they overlap too much. (Witty and Humorous.)

 

[Elf]

I extended the last paragraph into two so I could add in her age upon submitting her application and the age she would have upon completion of the mandatory IEF training. I also removed Humorous/Hummerus from the sheet and kept Witty instead.

 

[Stuffies12]

Name: Keiichi Takamiya

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Rank: Private First Class

Nationality: Japan

Species: Human

Subtype: Normal

Appearance:

Biography:

Rural Japan is an odd place. In one of the most advanced technological countries of the modern age lie pockets of these rustic and quiet countrysides, seemingly unaffected by the bustling of the capital. Here, wooden houses litter the scenery against the backdrop of bright green hills; you would pass by a shrine every half a kilometre or so; people know each other's names without needing the use of social media or a smartphone. A place where archaisms stay firm in the face of a fully globalised world. This is where our story begins.

Sakaide, Japan. A small city in the Kagawa Prefecture. By all standards, a rural city filled with families and old folks. Keiichi was born to a cook, his father, and a housewife, his mother. He is the younger brother of the family. His elder sister, Kyoko, is five years older than him. As the son of the family, he was expected to take over the family restaurant, though he knew nothing of his pre-determined fate until well into high school a few months before the university's placement exams were to begin. This was during his last year of high school.

See, Keiichi was never quite content with the quiet life in the countryside. The prefecture's capital, Takamatsu, was just a few hours away. It was undoubtedly the most modern city in the area. On weekends he would take the bus there with his friends. He found himself enamored with the city lifestyle and all the affordances that came with it. It was a cosmopolitan place filled with all sorts of people, places, and experiences. He didn't want to be stuck in some dingy countryside. Nothing ever changes there. You don't meet any new people, you don't experience anything new; it was routine and boring. When he tried explaining his ambitions to his sister, she looked at him confused. "Why do you want to move?" she said. "We are living a good life here. All your friends are here!"

When his father explained what his plans for the future would be, he vehemently denied him. "I'm not managing your restaurant! I'm going to pass my university exam and I'm going to Tokyo U." Unlike his sister, his father didn't take insubordination lightly. He was beaten that night, his father punishing him for not appreciating his hard work in the restaurant and the family values he taught his son growing up.

Change was a fundamental part of life. His family didn't only like change, they flat out refused to try!

At the first year of high school, he persuaded his father, after persistent pleading, to get him a laptop for his schoolwork. This laptop, like Takamatsu, served as a gateway to the world beyond his countryside prison. He befriended many people online, many of these people in the country's large cities. One of them, coincidentally, living in Tokyo. For Keiichi, what he had to do next was simple. Take the exam, get the results he needed, and then pack his things and move in with his friend. Of course, all of that had to be done without his father knowing.

On the day he departed, he left a simple note in the living room. He loved his mother and sister dearly, but they did not share his views. He couldn't look back.

The city was just like the images he saw online. It was crowded, large buildings loomed overhead, everyone was lounging in their self-driving cars moving at high speed across the tarmac. Technology covered every inch of this place. The lights were brighter, the sounds livelier, it was everything he dreamed about. He was on his own now. He needed to show his family, his father, that he could make it out here. That he could provide a better life living here than his father ever could with his business. He'd make lots of money, bring them here, give his parents an old couple's dream retirement. Not for his father of course, this was just to prove him wrong.

Keiichi had a natural aptitude in biology, specifically the human body. He was talking pre-med alongside two part-time jobs. The intensely independent regiment meant it left him little time for socialising or going out. Not that he didn't mind. For the first time he felt truly engaged. He was doing something. During this time he didn't contact his family at all. He was much too busy. It wasn't as if they wanted to hear from him anyway.

Time passed. He became a little older, a little wiser. His anger had cooled off, he wanted to speak to his father again, apologise for leaving. He wanted to show his father that he had accomplished, that he could be proud of his son. But more than anything, Keiichi wanted to make amends. He knew his father was only doing what he thought was best for him. Just because they had different views on what they thought he wanted doesn't mean they couldn't understand each other. He raised him for eighteen years of his life. Raised him with the love a father showed his son. That had to mean something.

He would never get that chance.

It was two years later. They were closing up the restaurant. Kyoko was working as the waitress there and was going to run it when their father retired. It was a textbook drunk driver. Nothing unusual about it really.

That was what the police told him when they appeared on his front door a day later.

Keiichi cried the entire night. The last memory they had of him was him running away leaving that selfish note. His initial reason for going to Tokyo, his own selfishness, he didn't even give them a call. What was he living for anymore? Himself? He already accomplished that. He managed to move to Tokyo, managed to be independent. He thought he would be able to show his family how far he'd come. He wanted his father to acknowledge his efforts. At that moment, he just wanted to escape the negativity that was devouring him. When the police asked if he wanted to see their bodies, he said no. When his relatives called, he didn't pick up. He didn't go to the funeral either.

Another two years went by. He had buried himself in work to avoid the feelings of grief and regret. Keiichi was twenty-two. Graduation was near, and he already had job offers lined up. Mostly jobs in an assistive capacity. He wanted to go to medical school when he had the money for it, find a respectable position his parents could be proud of. He was going to call his family and invite them. He couldn't anymore. They couldn't see the man he had become. He wouldn't see them in the crowd of families when he went up on stage and accepted his degree.

One day, after graduation, he went back to his hometown to visit his family's grave. Ironically, out of all the conservative traits his family carried, they weren't religious. He chuckled to himself at the thought. He looked up, the stars were much more visible out in the country. The city was lit by its tall buildings and vehicles. The countryside was lit by stars. His family's probably up there. Somewhere maybe, if there was an afterlife. Or if they turned to some four-dimensional beings floating in the ethereal. Or maybe they're just dead. Who knows? Mankind still hasn't solved that one. But there was one thing they were trying to solve. Out there, is there other intelligent life?

He had no idea what to do with his family gone. He had done everything he wanted to do. Experiencing city life and living on his own, he had a short checklist. That was probably what happened when you lived life with a flimsy ideal. Independence? Success? Status? City life? What was the point of all that if your loved ones weren't there to see you grow? He had no idea, so he followed the one path he knew, the one path that led him from the countryside to the city.

Change.

JAXA's selection program was brutal. It's no exaggeration that the literal best of the best would be a part. He wasn't unfit, but not exactly healthy either. A diet of convenience store food will do that to you.

Another part time job, bunking with his friend (who's already holding a proper job), and using all his spare time to train. If this was like one of those anime he'd seen on TV as a kid, he probably would've gotten in on his first try. Not everyone can be a main character. Thanks to the IEF program, JAXA was constantly recruiting. Which means he got a lot of chances... and a lot of failures. It'd be another three years before he got accepted through all their tests and interviews. In that time he could've been a fully licensed doctor.

IEF was recruiting. Keiichi had been in JAXA for a year. Mostly in a research capacity, though he enjoyed a brief stint aboard the Hachimaki. He could have stayed where he was. He had a good future with JAXA. He was part of a research team that was exploring the long term effects of space travel on the body. Work kept his mind off... other thoughts. And he always had a lot of work. He could have stayed. But that wasn't him.

It didn't take three years this time. He actually got it on his first go, much to his surprise. It wasn't like he was kissing ass to his superiors. Though maybe that was a part of why he was chosen.

He made something very clear when he was chosen. He wanted to be at the front lines. He wanted to go down there and see the planets for himself. He didn't want to stuck in some lab sampling fauna and animal skin cells. He already did that. Nothing would have changed if went aboard just to be put in a lab.

IEF training was extreme. Like something out of those early twenty-first century American action films. If he wanted to be in the front lines, he had to hold himself. Japan may have a proper army now, but like Israel where it's surrounded by not-so-friendly neighbours, Japan relied on the US for much of its military power, the country being a stone's throw away from China and Russia. There's almost a 1:1 ratio of American to Japanese military bases. The citizens were still very much detached from the army, unlike countries like America, Israel, or Korea. Given Keiichi's background, the rigorous physical training was nothing short of intense. It was, after all, proper military training. He was going to be on the Expeditionary Force as a combat medic and Keiichi was surprised at just how messy the procedures for treating someone were, even with all the advancements in technology. He had already studied pre-med in university, so a lot of the medical material was easy to understand. It was the physical training that he struggled with the most. He may have been trained to be fit for space exploration by JAXA, but IEF demanded a war readiness state of mind. It was a completely different mindset he, even after two years, wasn't quite adjusted to. Still, he passed, feeling no more like a soldier than he did before training, and found himself shaking hands with directors and trainers and shipped to the IEF Venture.

Change.

Strengths:

+Combat Medic: Keiichi can perform patchups and simple operations in the field to increase one's chances for survival or even get them back on their feet. Outside the field, he is also responsible for general wellbeing and morale, general physical health, and can assist in a surgical capacity.
+Alone but not lonely: Keiichi is more impervious to bouts of loneliness due to his living conditions back on Earth. Being surrounded by people and watching them pass by is a staple sight in modern day Tokyo. His independent streak during his younger years have made him more than capable of being on his own.
+Change: Keiichi is more open to people's opinions and ideas thanks to his life experiences.
+Slow to anger: A subset of 'Change'. Anger has no place on the battlefield or in the operating table.

Weaknesses:

-Non-Military background: Keiichi has less discipline than other soldiers. He has a higher chance of going against orders and doing what he thinks is right. He is also much less used to combat, making him more easily rattled on the field. This can affect his duties as a field medic.
-Family issues: Never having proper recognition for his efforts by his parents for much of his early life, he constantly looks towards others to see if they approve of his actions. He is also wracked with guilt from being unable to reconcile with his family which is the reason behind his shaved head (his fellow IEF personnel thinks it's for purely pragmatic reasons). He cannot seem to resolve his feelings toward his family.
-Not a metronome: Keiichi needs to be continuously engaged, intellectually or otherwise. He can handle idleness, but hates repetition more than anything.


Equipment:

Spoiler: 1. Standard medical field equipment

In terms of non-weapons, medical technology has also advanced significantly. Nanomachines are capable of clotting wounds and stopping internal bleeding, and mending broken bones in hours instead of weeks. Adhesive bandages can also pull double duty as bleed-stopping and painkiller-delivering devices. Hormone stabilizers can be used to pull someone out of a panic attack and calm them down, or bring someone out of homicidal rage. Needless to say, a medic is almost a fully equipped doctor and surgeon in one at this point.

2. IEF Standard semi-automatic rifle (I'm guessing a slightly futuristic version of an M16?)
3. IEF Standard semi-automatic pistol (A future M9?)

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Stuffies here!

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Edit Notes:
1. Edited the backstory timeline so Keiichi would be informed about his family immediately after their death.
2. Edited Keiichi's training description so it's clear he was given proper military training.
3. As you said, this was something I tried to show through Keiichi's PoV. Since he's had no military background and modern Japan has always been largely pacifist in military affairs, he would view the IEF's attitude as warlike. Thus a 'war readiness state of mind'.
4. Changed the medical equipment loadout to match current technology.

 

[Faithy]

Name: Schuyler Callahan
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Irish
Species: Human
Subtype: Level 3 Telepath

Appearance: Physical Description: Schuyler who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is in perfect shape. Long crimson red hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back. Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter. She generally wears whatever suits her current mood. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in. Of course, when on duty, she wears the appropriate uniform. When out on missions and whatnot, Schuyler wears her hair in double french braids, both wrapping around the base of her neck, flat enough to keep from restricting her ability to wear the airtight suit.

Strengths:

• Tenacious: Once she sets her mind to something, Schuyler is often stubborn or persistent until whatever she was attempting to do was successfully completely.
• Sympathetic: Despite often using her abilities to interrogate someone, she is often sympathetic to those deserving it and empathetic depending on the individual and circumstance.
• Stoic: One the other hand, when the situation calls for it, she can easily become hardened, keeping her feelings or complaints locked deep within her despite how much pain or hardship she happened to endure.

Weaknesses:

• Ooh… shiny: Schuyler has the inexplicable draw towards things that are shiny and is often sidetracked from what she was meant to be doing when something shiny crosses her path.
• Schuyler is often very critical of herself and constantly strives to better the things that she feels she sucks at.
• Stubborn: While it is a strength, sometimes being stubborn gets Schuyler into trouble because she just doesn’t let things go easily.

Equipment: She does not have all these guns on her at the same time, but alternates between them as necessary.

• 1 - 9mm Scorpions
• 2- .50 Desert Eagles
• Ammunition for above weapons

Long-Term Stress: None

Skills, powers and abilities:

• Lady Luck has nothing on me: Thanks to her unconscious connection to telepathy, Schuyler has the uncanny ability to win at different card games, though deep down, she knew it wasn’t due to just her Irish luck. For a while, she wasted her time just doing that before deciding to explore her ability a bit more.
  
  
• Do I look stupid?: When her telepathy grew stronger, Schuyler learned how to read emotions and probe a wee bit into the mind to determine the truth or lies in what was being told to her or even shown. Touching her target opens up this ability even more, though the inability to see the whole picture was incredibly off-putting and frustrating. The redhead decided to try and attempt to break whatever wall was blocking the rest of the picture. Those attempts were not successful and generally caused her more pain than it was worth, currently.
  
  
• You threw a knife at my head: Schuyler has what some believe to be an annoying knack of catching things that are thrown at her. Her reflexes are also off the charts, and almost always seems to be able to catch a knife by the handle, and not the blade, though upon occasion has missed the handle, cutting open her palms.
  
  
• The Almost Perfect Soldier: Schuyler has above-average expertise wielding any of the guns that she carries. Her pain threshold is extremely high and it takes a lot before she goes to see a doctor, but will go if a bone is broken.

Biography:

Schuyler was born in Newry Ireland to a set of parents that had been trying for a little girl for over ten years. Her parents named her Meibhín Nic Glasáin and loved every bit of her voracious energy. The entire family rejoiced, and the seven boys before her instantly became her protectors. Anytime someone messed with her at school, they would take care of it, and if anyone tried to be more than friends, they would have to investigate them. Naturally, she complained all the time about it, but truly wouldn’t have it any other way. This continued as she grew up, until the last older brother went away to college, the year she turned fourteen. Figuring that the summer would be filled with nothing but sorrow and possibly abuse from other kids, she prepared herself mentally before heading to the outskirts of Newry. It was there that she met a schoolmate named Aris. He was two years older, and naturally her brothers didn’t want them hanging around. However, she enjoyed spending the entire summer with him, usually partaking in dangerous card games with other peers; dangerous only because they did not like her winning all the time. After the summer was over, she lost track of what happened with Aris, since he was in a different school than her.

Not only that, because of the tensions between two of the most prominent families in Newry, her parents didn’t want her outside all that much. In fact, being able to eat out was a rare treat for the young teenager, and it was that treat that would ultimately change her world forever. A month into school, Schuyler was happily eating at McCooey's with one of her brothers that had come home for the weekend. Little did the two know that one of the opposing families were also eating in the same restaurant, and in order to get to him, the other family set off a bomb, the tensions escalating to a full out attack. She managed to live because her brother died protecting her, but wound up with head trauma among other injuries, and had no idea who she was. Because her identification was also burned in the blast, they sent her to an orphanage.

She was adopted a week later by a paranoid couple who named her Schuyler Callahan. Once she was healed, they enrolled her in a special academy that would help hone her physical and mental training. The couple wanted her to be the best at everything she did and as they pushed her, they began to realize that she had certain gifts. They changed the training to expand upon those gifts while continuing to train her in different guns, making sure she was proficient with whatever they put in her hands. Thanks to the training and the different contacts the couple had, Schuyler was selected by the Interstellar Earth Forces and continued her training, focusing more on the telepathic abilities she had. Despite not remembering her past, Schuyler had the nearly constant feeling that she never could place, almost as if she was feeling the emotions of someone special. It bothered her, but not enough that she lost focus on the mission, of what she had been training for, for the last two years.

Signature: Faithy

 

[Ragenaut]

@Nilum, I'm going to drop out of this RP for now. My other RPs are starting to pick up, so I want to make sure I'm able to comfortably post to those. Wishes of good luck on your RP, Cookies McSalsa.

 

[Nilum]

Two more reviews before approvals next week.

Name: Keiichi Takamiya

Age: 28

Sex: Male

Rank: Private First Class

Nationality: Japan

Species: Human

Subtype: Normal

Appearance:

Biography:

Rural Japan is an odd place. In one of the most advanced technological countries of the modern age lie pockets of these rustic and quiet countrysides, seemingly unaffected by the bustling of the capital. Here, wooden houses litter the scenery against the backdrop of bright green hills; you would pass by a shrine every half a kilometre or so; people know each other's names without needing the use of social media or a smartphone. A place where archaisms stay firm in the face of a fully globalised world. This is where our story begins.

Sakaide, Japan. A small city in the Kagawa Prefecture. By all standards, a rural city filled with families and old folks. Keiichi was born to a cook, his father, and a housewife, his mother. He is the younger brother of the family. His elder sister, Kyoko, is five years older than him. As the son of the family, he was expected to take over the family restaurant, though he knew nothing of his pre-determined fate until well into high school a few months before the university's placement exams were to begin. This was during his last year of high school.

See, Keiichi was never quite content with the quiet life in the countryside. The prefecture's capital, Takamatsu, was just a few hours away. It was undoubtedly the most modern city in the area. On weekends he would take the bus there with his friends. He found himself enamored with the city lifestyle and all the affordances that came with it. It was a cosmopolitan place filled with all sorts of people, places, and experiences. He didn't want to be stuck in some dingy countryside. Nothing ever changes there. You don't meet any new people, you don't experience anything new; it was routine and boring. When he tried explaining his ambitions to his sister, she looked at him confused. "Why do you want to move?" she said. "We are living a good life here. All your friends are here!"

When his father explained what his plans for the future would be, he vehemently denied him. "I'm not managing your restaurant! I'm going to pass my university exam and I'm going to Tokyo U." Unlike his sister, his father didn't take insubordination lightly. He was beaten that night, his father punishing him for not appreciating his hard work in the restaurant and the family values he taught his son growing up.

Change was a fundamental part of life. His family didn't only like change, they flat out refused to try!

At the first year of high school, he persuaded his father, after persistent pleading, to get him a laptop for his schoolwork. This laptop, like Takamatsu, served as a gateway to the world beyond his countryside prison. He befriended many people online, many of these people in the country's large cities. One of them, coincidentally, living in Tokyo. For Keiichi, what he had to do next was simple. Take the exam, get the results he needed, and then pack his things and move in with his friend. Of course, all of that had to be done without his father knowing.

On the day he departed, he left a simple note in the living room. He loved his mother and sister dearly, but they did not share his views. He couldn't look back.

The city was just like the images he saw online. It was crowded, large buildings loomed overhead, everyone was lounging in their self-driving cars moving at high speed across the tarmac. Technology covered every inch of this place. The lights were brighter, the sounds livelier, it was everything he dreamed about. He was on his own now. He needed to show his family, his father, that he could make it out here. That he could provide a better life living here than his father ever could with his business. He'd make lots of money, bring them here, give his parents an old couple's dream retirement. Not for his father of course, this was just to prove him wrong.

Keiichi had a natural aptitude in biology, specifically the human body. He was talking pre-med alongside two part-time jobs. The intensely independent regiment meant it left him little time for socialising or going out. Not that he didn't mind. For the first time he felt truly engaged. He was doing something. During this time he didn't contact his family at all. He was much too busy. It wasn't as if they wanted to hear from him anyway.

Four years went. Keiichi was twenty-two. Graduation was near, and he already had job offers lined up. Mostly jobs in an assistive capacity. He did want to go to medical school when he had the money for it. He was going to call his family and invite them. In the four years, Keiichi's anger towards his father cooled. He became a little older, a little wiser. He wanted to speak to him again, apologise for leaving. He knew his father was only doing what he thought was best for him. Just because they had different views on what they thought he wanted doesn't mean they couldn't understand each other. He raised him for eighteen years of his life. Raised him with the love a father showed his son. That had to mean something.

He called. No answer. Called again. No answer. Called his mother. No answer. Her sister. No answer. Checked the directories, checked their address.

His family died two years. A drunk driver. They were closing up the restaurant. Kyoko was working as the waitress there and was going to run it when their father retired. It was a textbook drunk driver. Nothing unusual about it really.

A letter was sent a few days after they died. He didn't even check his mail, so he didn't go to the funeral. The letter was sitting there in the overstuffed mailbox when he went down to check. "He ran away" was what the relatives thought.(1)

Keiichi cried the entire night. The last memory they had of him was him running away leaving that selfish note. His initial reason for going to Tokyo, his own selfishness, he didn't even give them a call. What was he living for anymore? Himself? He already accomplished that. He managed to move to Tokyo, managed to be independent, managed to find a job. Now what? He didn't know, so he followed the one thing he did know, the one thing that led him here: Change.

Change came to him when he visited his family's cemetery. Ironically, out of all the conservative traits his family carried, they weren't religious. He chuckled to himself at the thought. He looked up, the stars were much more visible out in the country. The city was lit by its tall buildings and vehicles. The countryside was lit by stars. His family's probably up there. Somewhere maybe, if there was an afterlife. Or if they turned to some four-dimensional beings floating in the ethereal. Or maybe they're just dead. Who knows? Mankind still hasn't solved that one. But there was one thing they were trying to solve. Out there, is there other intelligent life?

Change.

JAXA's selection program was brutal. It's no exaggeration that the literal best of the best would be a part. He wasn't unfit, but not exactly healthy either. A diet of convenience store food will do that to you.

Another part time job, bunking with his friend (who's already holding a proper job), and using all his spare time to train. If this was like one of those anime he'd seen on TV as a kid, he probably would've gotten in on his first try. Not everyone can be a main character. Thanks to the IEF program, JAXA was constantly recruiting. Which means he got a lot of chances... and a lot of failures. It'd be another three years before he got accepted through all their tests and interviews. In that time he could've been a fully licensed doctor.

IEF was recruiting. Keiichi had been in JAXA for a year. Mostly in a research capacity, though he enjoyed a brief stint aboard the Hachimaki. He could have stayed where he was. He had a good future with JAXA. He was part of a research team that was exploring the long term effects of space travel on the body. Work kept his mind off... other thoughts. And he always had a lot of work. He could have stayed. But that wasn't him.

It didn't take three years this time. He actually got it on his first go, much to his surprise. It wasn't like he was kissing ass to his superiors. Though maybe that was a part of why he was chosen.

He made something very clear when he was chosen. He wanted to be at the front lines. He wanted to go down there and see the planets for himself. He didn't want to stuck in some lab sampling fauna and animal skin cells. He already did that. Nothing would have changed if went aboard just to be put in a lab.

IEF training was extreme. Like something out of those early twenty-first century American action films. If he wanted to be in the front lines, he had to hold himself. Japan may have a proper army now, but like Israel where it's surrounded by not-so-friendly neighbours, Japan relied on the US for much of its military power, the country being a stone's throw away from China and Russia. There's almost a 1:1 ratio of American to Japanese military bases. The citizens were still very much detached from the army, unlike countries like America, Israel, or Korea. Given Keiichi's background education, it would have been a waste of resources and time to train him as a proper soldier.(2) They needed to work to his strengths. He was going to be on the Expeditionary Force as a combat medic. Keiichi was surprised at just how messy the procedures for treating someone were. It made sense. He wasn't going to have a portable sterile operating room with him. He had already studied pre-med in university, so a lot of the medical material was easy to understand. It was the physical training that he struggled with the most. He may have been trained to be fit for space exploration by JAXA, but IEF demanded a war readiness state of mind.(3) It was a completely different mindset he, even after two years, wasn't quite adjusted to. Still, he passed, and found himself shaking hands with directors and trainers and shipped to the IEF Venture.

Change.

Strengths:

+Combat Medic: Keiichi can perform patchups and simple operations in the field to increase one's chances for survival or even get them back on their feet. Outside the field, he is also responsible for general wellbeing and morale, general physical health, and can assist in a surgical capacity.
+Alone but not lonely: Keiichi is more impervious to bouts of loneliness due to his living conditions back on Earth. Being surrounded by people and watching them pass by is a staple sight in modern day Tokyo. His independent streak during his younger years have made him more than capable of being on his own.
+Change: Keiichi is more open to people's opinions and ideas thanks to his life experiences.
+Slow to anger: A subset of 'Change'. Anger has no place on the battlefield or in the operating table.

Weaknesses:

-Non-Military background: Keiichi has less discipline than other soldiers. He has a higher chance of not following orders and doing what he thinks is right. He is also much less used to combat, making him more easily rattled on the field. This can affect his duties as a field medic.
-Family issues: Never having proper recognition for his efforts by his parents for much of his early life, he constantly looks towards others to see if they approve of his actions. He is also wracked with guilt from being unable to reconcile with his family which is the reason behind his shaved head (his fellow IEF personnel thinks it's for purely pragmatic reasons). He cannot seem to resolve his feelings toward his family.
-Not a metronome: Keiichi needs to be continuously engaged, intellectually or otherwise. He can handle idleness, but hates repetition more than anything.


Equipment:

1. Standard field medic equipment (4)
2. IEF Standard semi-automatic rifle (I'm guessing a slightly futuristic version of an M16?)
3. IEF Standard semi-automatic pistol (A future M9?)

Long-Term Stress: None.

Signature: Stuffies here!

#1 (Lore Error): If an entire family was killed by a drunk driver, with no living nearby relatives to inherit, the police investigation unit would be tasked with attempting to ascertain the whereabouts of any known living relatives, starting with immediate family. He'd have learned about this far sooner, because it would be a police investigation--even if it was an open and shut accidental murder case like this.

#2 (Lore Error): The IEF requires that EF Detachment personnel all be given military training as well as training in how to handle the trials and tribulations of general space travel. He would be trained on how to fire and clean his weapons, as well as in military orders and basic tactics. Regardless of whether he was overly effective at it or not--so long as he could pass the standards, that's all that would matter.

#3 (Oddity): The IEF isn't generally preparing for a war, they're preparing for the unknown. Due to how large space is, they're assuming that foreign life forms are out there, and they want to give their people the best training possible to be able to handle threats. Whether that's landing on an Earth-like world and facing alien animals, or facing a sentient species in space. (This is not an error, more of a note about the general attitude of the IEF. He could interpret it differently from his own PoV freely.)

#4 (Technology): Please keep in mind this paragraph under the spoiler entry "Unit Equipment" in the first post. (This is not an error, more just a note to ensure you are aware of the technological level of medicine.)

Spoiler: Medical Tech

In terms of non-weapons, medical technology has also advanced significantly. Nanomachines are capable of clotting wounds and stopping internal bleeding, and mending broken bones in hours instead of weeks. Adhesive bandages can also pull double duty as bleed-stopping and painkiller-delivering devices. Hormone stabilizers can be used to pull someone out of a panic attack and calm them down, or bring someone out of homicidal rage. Needless to say, a medic is almost a fully equipped doctor and surgeon in one at this point.

Name: Schuyler Callahan
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Rank: Private First Class
Nationality: Irish
Species: Human
Subtype: Level 3 Telepath

Appearance: Physical Description: Schuyler who is unnaturally tall for her age stands at 6’0 and weighs in at 137. Her slender, tan, and toned lithe frame is in perfect shape. Long crimson red hair sweeps across her shoulders, draping down to her mid-back.(1) Her eyes match her hair though they are a bit lighter. She generally wears whatever suits her current mood. Her footwear is a simple pair of tennis shoes that are generally rugged and worn in. Of course, when on duty, she wears the appropriate uniform.

Strengths:

• Tenacious: Once she sets her mind to something, Schuyler is often stubborn or persistent until whatever she was attempting to do was successfully completely.
• Sympathetic: Despite often using her abilities to interrogate someone, she is often sympathetic to those deserving it and empathetic depending on the individual and circumstance.
• Stoic: One the other hand, when the situation calls for it, she can easily become hardened, keeping her feelings or complaints locked deep within her despite how much pain or hardship she happened to endure.

Weaknesses:

• Ooh… shiny: Schuyler has the inexplicable draw towards things that are shiny and is often sidetracked from what she was meant to be doing when something shiny crosses her path.
• Schuyler is often very critical of herself and constantly strives to better the things that she feels she sucks at.
• Stubborn: While it is a strength, sometimes being stubborn gets Schuyler into trouble because she just doesn’t let things go easily.

Equipment: She does not have all these guns on her at the same time, but alternates between them as necessary.(2)

• 2 - 9mm Scorpions
• 2 - .44 Desert Eagles
• Browning Hi-Power 9mm: The clip carries 13 bullets
• .50 Desert Eagles
• Ammunition for above weapons

Long-Term Stress: None

Skills, powers and abilities:

• Lady Luck has nothing on me: Thanks to her unconscious connection to telepathy, Schuyler has the uncanny ability to win at different card games, though deep down, she knew it wasn’t due to just her Irish luck. For a while, she wasted her time just doing that before deciding to explore her ability a bit more.
  
  
• Do I look stupid?: When her telepathy grew stronger, Schuyler learned how to read emotions and probe a wee bit into the mind to determine the truth or lies in what was being told to her or even shown. Touching her target opens up this ability even more, though the inability to see the whole picture was incredibly off-putting and frustrating. The redhead decided to try and attempt to break whatever wall was blocking the rest of the picture. Those attempts were not successful and generally caused her more pain than it was worth, currently.
  
  
• You threw a knife at my head: Schuyler has what some believe to be an annoying knack of catching things that are thrown at her. Her reflexes are also off the charts, and almost always seems to be able to catch a knife by the handle, and not the blade, though upon occasion has missed the handle, cutting open her palms.
  
  
• The Almost Perfect Soldier: Schuyler has above-average strength and speed and has expertise wielding any of the guns that she carries. Her pain threshold is extremely high and she often sets her own broken limbs to save time and trips to the doctor(3)

Biography:

Schuyler was born in Newry Ireland to a set of parents that had been trying for a little girl for over ten years. Her parents named her Meibhín Nic Glasáin and loved every bit of her voracious energy. The entire family rejoiced, and the seven boys before her instantly became her protectors. Anytime someone messed with her at school, they would take care of it, and if anyone tried to be more than friends, they would have to investigate them. Naturally, she complained all the time about it, but truly wouldn’t have it any other way. This continued as she grew up, until the last older brother went away to college, the year she turned fourteen. Figuring that the summer would be filled with nothing but sorrow and possibly abuse from other kids, she prepared herself mentally before heading to the outskirts of Newry. It was there that she met a schoolmate named Aris. He was two years older, and naturally her brothers didn’t want them hanging around. However, she enjoyed spending the entire summer with him, usually partaking in dangerous card games with other peers; dangerous only because they did not like her winning all the time. After the summer was over, she lost track of what happened with Aris, since he was in a different school than her.

Not only that, because of the war going on between two of the most prominent families in Newry, her parents didn’t want her outside all that much.(4) In fact, being able to eat out was a rare treat for the young teenager, and it was that treat that would ultimately change her world forever. A month into school, Schuyler was happily eating at McCooey's with one of her brothers that had come home for the weekend. Little did the two know that one of the opposing families were also eating in the same restaurant, and in order to get to him, the other family set off a bomb. She managed to live because her brother died protecting her, but wound up with head trauma among other injuries, and had no idea who she was. Because her identification was also burned in the blast, they sent her to an orphanage.(4)

She was adopted a week later by a paranoid couple who named her Schuyler Callahan. Once she was healed, they enrolled her in a special academy that would help hone her physical and mental training. The couple wanted her to be the best at everything she did and as they pushed her, they began to realize that she had certain gifts. They changed the training to expand upon those gifts while continuing to train her in different guns, making sure she was proficient with whatever they put in her hands. Thanks to the training and the different contacts the couple had, Schuyler was selected by the Interstellar Earth Forces and continued her training, focusing more on the telepathic abilities she had. Despite not remembering her past, Schuyler had the nearly constant feeling that she never could place, almost as if she was feeling the emotions of someone special. It bothered her, but not enough that she lost focus on the mission, of what she had been training for, for the last two years.

Signature: Faithy

NOTE: CS has been modified from standard. Issues and notes that appear may not be in the appropriate order.

#1 (Appearance): Keep in mind that while long hair can be worked with, during operations outside of the ship, your character will need to find a way to keep it contained in an airtight suit. (Not specifically an error, more of a note for you to keep in mind.)

#2 (Overload): Probably don't need six guns in space, especially when four of them are pistols which are all doing the same job. Try to cut it down to three guns. (Plus, if you're thinking of duel wielding them, know that holding a single, higher calibre firearm will always be more accurate, and more effective. Like a shotgun, or a rifle.)

#3 (Power Nerf): In general, your comrades are all going to have above average strength and speed--because all of you are trained for two years in space. In addition, she probably shouldn't be setting her own broken bones and then not see a doctor--that takes an injury weeks to heal, and it may never heal properly. Versus the doctors in this universe, who will largely do it for free, and have it healed properly in mere hours. The pain threshold being high can stay, if you wish it to.

#4 (What?): War? Between two families? That involves small-scale terrorism and the bombing of public restaurants? In a world where there's been no major wars between any of the nations of the world in seventy years? It's technically possible, but understand that the moment one family escalates it to bombing public restaurants and the killing of civilians, this dispute will no longer be local, and the Irish government will step in to impose martial law and deal with it. (Two instances.) (This is not specifically an error, so much as a curiosity and a note.)

 

[Goldmarble]

Name: Jared Van Der Heyden
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Rank: PFC
Nationality: Canadian
Species: Human
Subtype: Normal
Appearance:

Image used without permission from EspenG on DeviantArt

Jared is a large, and very powerfully built man. Standing 6'4" and weighing 322 lbs. Having originally been into body building for a few years after highschool, he transitioned into power lifting, and strong man competitions. As such, he has a massive barrel chest, thick torso, and flesh that covers his muscle in a healthy amount. Aside from his physically imposing presence, he keeps his dark sandy brown hair cropped short, and a full trimmed beard. Dark brown eyes peer from under modest brows. He has a fading scar on the left side bridge of his nose. His thick, burly arms are covered with a dense furze of hair, that thins on his upper arms around his shoulders. On his right shoulder, he bears a tatooed crest of the the Dawson City, Yukon RCMP, with a name under it, CPL. Tim Borden.

Biography: Jared grew up in Prince George, B.C. Canada, in a pretty bog-standard, normal family. His parents worked hard to support their three children, they had a bit of land, and aside from losing a friend to a drinking and driving accident when he was 17, Jared suffered little trauma in his life. Instead, he learned how to fell a tree in his back yard, by his father, learned archery for bow hunting, and messed around on electric dirt bikes like a lot of other redneck rural kids did in PG. During highschool, he started lifting weights, finding that he enjoyed it. When he moved to Edmonton for University, taking Law, he started getting into bodybuilding, though, after a year he got burned out on the somewhat....toxic mentality that seemed prevalent in the Gyms he went to, and found just....getting ripped to be boring. He transitioned to powerlifting/strongman competitions by the time he was twenty. A year later, he dropped out of the University, and joined the RCMP as a recruit. After graduation from the training Depot in Regina, Saskatchewan, he was stationed in Dawson City, Yukon.

In the Yukon, Jared further took First Aid, Search and Rescue, and specialized, Arctic GSAR and Survival training, which included technical rescue, wilderness rescue, man and vehicle tracking, off road vehicle operations, etc. As part of RCMP initiatives, he has taken training for Riot Control, and outreach education. He continued with his strength training, but adding in plenty of cardio for his occupational lifestyle. When talks of the IEF's mission began to spread, and the IEF itself, began looking for recruits? Jared saw an opportunity to do something new. A new, and bigger challenge. He sent in his application, and letters of referral from his superiors in the RCMP.

His acceptance was...perhaps, a bit of an obvious choice; a highly trained Officer, with plenty of specialized extreme climate training and experience. Accordingly, his training with the IEF went rather smoothly, although he did not take naturally to EVA exercises, but it came with determination and experience. He is capable with most any weapon put into his hands, including, archery.

Strengths:

• Built like a racing brick shithouse: He is massive, and equally strong. Unlike some who pursue powerlifting, he also explored his cardio, to increase his stamina and endurance. He is capable of lifting, throwing, pushing, and pulling far more than the average man...and doing it for longer as well.
• Highly Trained: From his time with the RCMP, Jared knows a lot of valuable skills, from how to rescue someone who has fallen into swift water, in the middle of an arctic winter, to how to write a ticket. Not the least of which, the RCMP trains the officers to standards the meet, or exceed military training for an average soldier. With his IEF training, he is now experienced with heavy, crew served weapons, down to pistols, non-lethal weapons and riot tactics, and hand to hand combat, with an emphasis on non-lethal techniques.
• Archery: An archaic skill his learned from his father, for hunting game in the wilds of BC and Alberta. He is an accomplished bow hunter, and even knows how to make a self bow, strings and arrows.
• Security: Need a perimeter? He can sort that out.He's trained to watch for the troublemakers in a crowd, those who are likely to start violence, or antagonize others into starting it.

Weaknesses:

• Built like a Brick Shithouse: While his size does give him some considerable advantages, it also hampers him in other areas. For one? He obviously does not fit well in small confines. Two? While he has surprising endurance for his size and mass, he is no where near capable of winning a marathon against smaller, lighter people who have trained for that.
• Seen some shit: Being an Officer, and First Responder, you see things. Things you have a very hard time talking about. From a todder found frozen to death in the back of their parent's car, while they were in a bar, to seeing the result of his best friend catching a Moose with his car. Things like that can come back to haunt you, in quiet hours, or when you least expect it.
• Xeno-unintelligable: He knows human things. He is not well versed in xeno-biology, linguistics, etc. He is not your guy to try and decipher some alien tech, nor is he going to be all that aware of how human customs might come across to another, utterly unknown race. He will need to be taught otherwise.
• Zero-G loathing: Suffice it to say, Jared was terrible when they were first doing zero-g exercises during the IEF training. He lost his bearings quickly, and would frequently find himself having a hard time keeping his stomach right side in. He's gotten better, enough to pass muster. He isn't the worst on EVA exercises, but he still, really does not like it.

Equipment:

• Raster TF-10: A 10mm semi-automatic pistol. 15 round capacity magazines.
  
• Springhill Armoury M42 Assault Rifle: 6mm caliber rifle. Carries 30 round capacity magazines. Can use larger capacity magazines at need. Also fitted with a 6 shot taser package.
• Saab-Rheinmetall Carl-Gustav M70A6: 70mm descendant of the original 84mm, recoilless rifle. The weapon weighs 5.2kg (11.5 lbs), and fires a 70x197mm cartridge. The weapon includes a multi-optic scope, that can link wirelessly with the fuze of the projectile, to provide data for time delay. fires a variety of ammunition. Ammunition cartridge on most, has a twist lock selector for full power, and reduced charge. Reduced charge allows confined space use, with minimized back blast, but reduces range to 400m. Jared typically carries 6 rounds on his person when carrying this weapon. Those six being:
  • 2x FFV402 Smoke: creates a substantial cloud of smoke. Can be programmed for color. Also has a variable discharge propellant ignitor, giving him the capability of launching the warhead from 50m to 700m (reduced maximum range from 1000m)
  • 1x FFV556 Star: Launches an illumination drone, that can stay aloft, and illuminate an area around 400-500m, for about 45 seconds.
  • 2x FFV224 HEF: A standard High Explosive Fragmentation projectile. Has a range of 1000m, and a large blast radius. Has a programmable fuze, giving it airburst, contact, and time-delay functionality. Can punch through most normal building structures to detonate within.
  • 1x FFV347 HEDP: A multipurpose round that combines a shaped charge with fragmentation effect. Can punch through roughly 150mm RHA equivalent. 1000m maximum range. Has a smaller blast radius than the FFV224.
• Body armour and Harness: Fairly typical body armour and tactical harness for the time period. Capable of holding his gear comfortably.

Long-Term Stress: None.
Signature: Goldmarble

 

[Nilum]

Final approvals for this role play will be going up on Friday. After that, an IC thread will be created, the date of which will be predicated on how my work week is looking.

EDIT

So y'know, this RP is moving forward. Hooray!

 

[Grothnor]

SPESS!!!

 

[Axl]

Spess.

 

[Nilum]

As always, it was difficult to select who would stay and who would go. I didn't have enough slots to give to everyone, but I've done the best I can given the circumstances.

Those declined, you can be put on a waiting list to be given a chance to join the RP at a later date, should recruitment open again.

Those approved, I'll add your characters to the first post tomorrow. (As I have a class exam to get ready for tonight.)

The IC will go up next week. A hard date will be determined on Sunday when I have the ability to look at what my schedule will be.

Also, yeah, got this up a day early. Figured I might as well rip the bandaid off and get it over with.

ACCEPTED (Note: Outside of the first two, the list of approvals is randomized to prevent people from knowing who was approved first, and who was approved last.)

Spoiler: Accepted

Lev Andropov ( @Kadaeux ) (Human) (Russian Federation)
GM Note: “Genius Russian who fix machine by hitting it with wrench and drinking vodka.”
Reason: Slot was guaranteed due to invitation instead of competition. (This player did not take a slot from anyone else. I reserve two slots as rescue votes or invitations to specific people.)

Schuyler Callahan ( @Faithy ) (Telepath) (The Republic of Ireland)
GM Note: “Terrorism-induced amnesia.”
Reason: Slot was guaranteed due to invitation instead of competition. (This player did not take a slot from anyone else. I reserve two slots as rescue votes or invitations to specific people.)

Frederick Gottstin ( @TheZanta ) (Telepath) (Federal Republic of Germany)
GM Note: “Uncaring Diplomat.”
Reason: Team required a legitimate diplomat. This character fits that role. Glove, meet hand.

Abel Ikanov ( @Astaroth ) (Type 3 AI) (Russian Federation)
GM Note: “Has a cat. Looking for himself in the void.”
Reason: Medic, and otherwise a decent all-rounder that can be assigned to any squad and fill that role.

“Cyrus” Kourosh Razi Darzi ( @Grothnor ) (Human) (Israel/Iran)
GM Note: “Translator with a rich dad.”
Reason: Do I really need to explain why taking a translator into space is useful? Taking the obscure but vitally important role virtually guaranteed this as a pick-up.

Viktoria Grigoryeva Nikitovna (@ Potatocat ) (Human) (Russian Federation)
GM Note: “Build a bridge, blow up a bridge, in soviet Russia, bridge blow you.”
Reason: Engineer soldier, who can macgyver mechanical solutions for the team if necessary. There is something to her beyond just being a soldier.

Dmitri ( @Z'Greel ) (Type 2 AI) (Russian Federation)
GM Note: “Russian Dakka-bot.”
Reason: Dedicated sniper bot + two general dedicated fighters + a support weapons bot. This pretty much rounds up the dedicated combat needs of the group. (4/10 = 40% dedicated fighters.)

Jared Van Der Heyden ( @Goldmarble ) (Human) (Canada)
GM Note: “Out ‘fer a rip are ya bud?”
Reason: Maple Syrup is obviously the reason. In all seriousness, a dedicated fighter works well here, so long as I don’t have too many of them. Also, he has the unique aspect of being... Big as a bloody lumberjack.

Keeichi Takamiya ( @Stuffies12 ) (Human) (Japan)
GM Note: “Determinator Man.”
Reason: Determinator Man can into space. In all seriousness, he rounds out the cast in terms of diversity (someone from a country other than America or Russia), plus he’s a combat medic. This makes at least two medic characters. (2/10 = 20% medical.)

AVSTERE ( @Axl ) (Type 3 AI) (United States of America)
GM Note: “Sniper bot with a punny name.”
Reason: A couple of dedicated fighter characters will ensure the group is not only capable of combat, but is at least reasonably competent at it.

Rhett Vorster ( @slade ) (Human) (South Africa)
GM Note: “White African fucks up Indian Corruption, news at 6.”
Reason: Another hardened fighter, this one with a political history that could crop up a couple times in side plots.

Judie ‘Jude’ Bessil ( @Elf ) (Human) (United States of America)
GM Note: “Rebel without a cause arm, who went military.”
Reason: Capable of repairing things on the fly. Perhaps not as well as Russian Macgyver, but good enough to double up the role and secure it.

DECLINED (The list of denials is randomized to prevent people from knowing who was denied first, and who was denied last. Keep in mind that if your sheet was denied, it doesn’t mean that you’re a terrible player—I would have loved to take everyone on! I just didn’t have enough spots for it.)

Spoiler: Declined

Aaron Irwin ( @LimeyPanda ) (Type 3 AI) (United Kingdom/Norway)
GM Note: “Doctor Buddha-bot.”
Reason: Player was willing to surrender slot if the other AI’s were solid choices. Plus, he’s in two of my other role plays as well (Legend of Renalta, The Last Bastion: Bunker Chicago), so... I’m sure he’ll get in if a player bails out of the RP.

Shayne Desaurier ( @Ostensor Dolor ) (Human) (Israel/United States of America)
GM Note: “Israel CAN into space!... WITH MY FIST!”
Reason: Had enough dedicated space fighters, didn’t need any more of them. Put all the space fighters in a list and pulled straws for them—yours came up short. Sorry, mate.

Jazmyn Trethern ( @Yoda ) (Human) (United States of America)
GM Note: “Abused US Marine.”
Reason: Had enough dedicated space fighters, didn’t need any more of them. Put all the space fighters in a list and pulled straws for them—yours came up short. Sorry, mate.

Muriel O’Callaghan ( @Swag Giraffe ) (Human) (The Republic of Ireland)
GM Note: “Daddy Issues with a photographic memory, who doctor goodly.”
Reason: Already had a pair of useful doctors. Didn’t need another one.

 

[LimeyPanda]

I wish all of you good luck on this adventure. For I was not bound to find peace in spess.

Also, don't believe Rob's lies. He'll find what you love most and...

 

[Stuffies12]

Is there going to be a discord for this RP?

 

[Grothnor]

Is there going to be a discord for this RP?

Yup! Here you go. Just be sure to ping Nilum once you get in so we can set you up with all the right permissions, as we use it for more than just IEF Venture.