The Ship's Crew - Osiris

Character Biographies

This is where the biographies go. Below is the form you need to fill out. You can just fill that out, or you can get more expansive if you want. The choice is yours.

Name: Your name, obviously.
Age: How old you are.
Height: How tall you are, in feet and inches please.
Weight: Pounds, please.

Hair Colour: The shade and colour of your hair.
Eye Colour: Same as the above but for your eyes.
Ethnicity: Obviously there are no Earth nations anymore, but I'd still like a Caucasian, Asian, Black, Hispanic, or something.

Brief Background: (Optional)

Please make a new post for each crew member. It'll make it easier to keep track of and sort. Thank you. :]

Name: Ava Jacoby

Age: 29
Height: 5'11
Weight: 125lbs

Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Brief Background:

Some people are just born tough. That's what Ava's papa always used to say. He was of course always talking about himself when he said it though. That same tough blood flowing under his tough skin passed on to his daughter when she was born. That was about all she got genetically from her papa. All her good looks, the color of her eyes, and the swing of her hips, Ava got from her momma. The combination was something to be feared; a woman who could kill you with a look or with her bare hands.

Now the tough didn't all come from her papa. It would be unfair to discount her upbringing on a colony world. Her family had been one of fifty five other such families dropped onto a newly terraformed rock in the black void, left to farm and mine or ranch as they pleased. As they pleased was a nice way of saying as they needed to so they could eat. The Jacoby's had the good fortune to stay out of the mines, but hadn't had the luck to land a farming plot. The ranch life was dropped in their lap. Her papa had a few cattle and enough land to not have to worry much.

On another world, not saying one of the core planets or anything, but even just barely civilization, Ava's life might have been different. A young girl as pretty as her might not of worked from sunrise past sunset. Least not with her hands, that is. A pretty girl like her wouldn't have formed callus from years of hard labor, wouldn't of gotten strong and tough, learning to like a little dirt under her nails and mud on her face. If she had been raised in civilization, she might have owned dresses and been courted on. She might have owned make-up and had men throwing themselves at her. She wouldn't have had to earn a living, it would have been given to her.

This was not Ava's life.

As she grew, she learned more and more of the ranching life. She got better at wrangling the cattle and tending their wounds. She learned how to lasso and ride, skin animals and cook from things you had killed. Frontier life would be what shaped Ava Jacoby's life. Frontier life, and the war.

It's no secret that the Alliance wanted to bring the settlers that had dumped on the outskirts back into their fold, being that they had survived and all. The problem was, the outer planets wanted no part of it. They had their own system of doing things, their own laws, and more importantly they had no need for the Alliance. The Alliance didn't agree. The war between the Independents and the Alliance spread like wild-fire. It jumped planet to planet, county to county, home to home, until it reached the Jacoby Ranch.

Ava's papa was no man to lay down and be walked on. When the fighting started on their planet, he took it on himself to join the Independents and defend his home. The home he had built from planks, the land he had tended to his whole life, and the family he raised there. Needless to say the fighting was short. Papa never came home. The burden to take care of the ranch fell on Ava, who now had to do the work of two able bodies with just one. The loss of her father weighed heavily on the still young girl, but not nearly as hard as on her momma. She passed later that year, leaving Ava alone. The ranch fell into disrepair and the cattle started to die of a sweeping illness.

The Alliance at that point was using the entire planet as a forward staging base for assault movements in the region. It was a makeshift supply point and forward command point for ships in the area. With no family, no home, and no purpose, Ava decided it was time to leave. She made her way into town to secure transport off the planet and to Ariel. On Ariel she could start a new life, maybe start a family of her own. That might have worked, if she had ever gotten off the planet.

TO BE CONTINUED!

Name: "Six" Nadka
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 200

Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Grey
Ethnicity: Caucasian

Brief Background: There's poor, then there's dirt poor. Six's family was worse than that, if you can believe.

So poor, in fact, that when Dear Mrs Nadka popped out another child, it wasn't named, just given a number. On a planet with only 14 other families, isolated was quite the understatement. Raised without knowing that they even had neighbors, Six was the sixth child of ten, Where only four survived.

Ranching was hard on this planet, winters often razing their livestock worse than any disease could manage. Days, weeks would come where there was no food but what you could scavenge from the land, or if you ventured away from the property, steal. By the age of 12, Six had left the family to pursue his own life, without ever knowing if his family knew he was gone or not.

The first town he happened across brought him a new life as a metal-smith's apprentice, where he discovered a love for working on, well, anything. His early age meant that he soaked up all the information given to him like a sponge, quickly understanding how everything from a basic lever to a Gurtsler Engine worked.

The Unification war touched this planet as so many others, but just briefly. The largest town on the planet became a staging area for the Alliance, and Six earned money from the garrisoned soldiers by building simple gadgets from scrap metal selling them, often to cover the fact that he was stealing most of his supplies from the soldier's gear caches. As time went on, Six became bored of the planet, and used his meager life savings to find a seat on a passing transport to get off his native rock.

And yet, he still never even knew the name of it.

Name: Clive "The Spike" Cussler
Age: 34
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 172lbs

Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Brown
Ethnicity: Caucasian.

Brief Background: Not much is known about Clive's childhood and early history. Several small, well sewn up scars on his chest indicate he recieved medical treatment on an Alliance world. All anyone knows for sure is that he showed up in a town on a decently populated frontier world, one with a few thousand settlers spread out amongst a few dozen towns, ranches, mines, and farms, a few months before the Unification War kicked into high gear. Clive spent his time near the world's only spaceport, shuttling and smuggling weapons back and forth for both the Independants and Alliance special forces deployed on the planet, and dealing arms straight out to third parties who profited from the chaos of war.

Name: Dmitri Tureaud
Age: 27
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 190lbs

Hair: Black
Eye: Brown
Ethnicity: Black

Brief Background: A family with a tradition in Alliance service or Shepard's work, then he defects and associates with those damn Browncoats? Do you know how badly you're screwed when you're a black sheep in a black family? Now he's considered some lun dong shi gu kong (piece of crap mercenary).

Dmitri is an Alliance trained combat medic (or corpsman, take your pick), and has some higher medical training, but not really enough to be a full medical doctor like his folks planned. He also has a preference to being smartly dressed if he has the option- onboard, he'll usually have a Medico uniform. If he's not expecting too much trouble, a ("tactically altered") three piece suit and a duster to keep the elements (and blood) at bay. Otherwise? He still has his old, but well-maintained, combat gear.

Name: Clifton Schmidt

Age: 26
Height: 5'9
Weight: 169 pounds

Hair Colour: Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Ethnicity: White

Brief Background:

Clifton Schmidt is the best pilot you have, or ever will meet, in the whole God damn 'verse. When Clifton Schmidt was born, he had a flight stick in his hand. True story. He stole his first space craft at the age of four. Clifton Schmidt has forgotten more about flying than you have known in your entire life about anything. Ever. Clifton Schmidt once flew past an Alliance Patrol Cruiser so fast, and so smoothly, that every Officer standing on the bridge's heads exploded. Also a true story. He is all that is man. That is not an arrogant statement, but rather a quote from God himself. You've heard of sewing? They got the idea after watching Clifton Schmidt fly. Outer Space was invented because there wasn't enough sky for Clifton to fly in. Clifton Schmidt once flew in the shape of an infinity symbol and bent time, had sex with his own mother, and raised himself to be the man he is today. Clifton Schmidt doesn't wear watches. He decides what God damn time it is. The big bang theory? That was the first time Clifton broke the sound barrier. Clifton Schmidt doesn't watch sunrises, he just lets the sun catch up to him. It is a well known fact that Clifton Schmidt died twenty years ago. Death just can't fly as fast as him. Clifton Schmidt doesn't ever cheat death, he beats it fair and square.