Scientists
”So, can I vivisect it or what?”Full Name: Jack 'Jackal' Xeno (Or, Doctor Jackal)
Age: 25
Race: Human
Personality: Aloof, and a bit of an odd ball. Smiles oddly, either like he doesn’t know how or because he's just nuts. Friendly … a bit too much, to some people.
Special Skills: Dissection, a bit of genetics, and a great deal of biology. If pressed, he makes a good surgeon.
Background: His parents were both scientists, and often had lab rats and other animals around the house in various states of experimentation. It was always Jack's glee to get to cut one open to see what it looked like on the inside. Yeah, he's one of those. This makes him a bit of a loner, considering most people don't talk to him unless they need scientific information, but he does—secretly--enjoy live study of animals and such much more than of dead things. To see something alive and moving, living … he feels he learns a lot more that way than looking at guts. But looking at intestines is extremely entertaining as well, so he doubts he'll ever stop his extra little addiction of slicing and dicing in the name of science.
The trip to this new planet was hard on him. So much time without fresh meat … stuck operating on rich people who needed or just wanted surgery to look better or feel better … Not to mention the stale ship air even the plants on board didn't fix. He was a real caged tiger, pacing and acting even crazier than usual. He loved it when someone died though, hence his nickname 'Jackal.' Like the Egyptian god of the same animal, he took out the bits and pieces of the dead and carefully studied the bits for the reason of death. If he couldn't find it from just looking, he sent the bits on for poison analysis and such for the more chemical scientists. It was the only time he was really allowed to cut someone open during the long trip. But he's calmed significantly on the planet, and now is his usual—but no less creepy self—but most of his acquaintances never forgot the gleam in his eyes, seeing someone cough a little too hard, or complain of chest pains, like a scavenger licking his chops.
Likes:
Animals, dead or alive.
Fresh air and a blue sky.
Fresh meat (literally).
Men.
The sight of a healthy body in motion.
Dislikes:
Rotten flesh.
Disease.
Fish (so much less fun to dissect).
Player: knux33
Mercenaries
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Just get the hell out of my way before you become my dinner
Full Name:
Reynold Williams
Age:
Twenty Seven
Race:
Large traces of reptilian blood
Personality:
Reynold is a cold man. He cares for one person and that's himself. He believes one must be alone to survive. Others will just slow you down. Emotions are petty. He has no room for love or happiness or any pointless emotion. And he believes most emotions are pointless. He's as stubborn as a mule, maybe even more so. He makes only enemies. Better than making friends. Everyone is bound to betray you anyway. Reynold is a cold stone wall no one can destroy.
Special Skills:
Combat; hand-to-hand, melee weapons, and long range weapons
Background:
Reynold was born in a large, poor family. And he was the youngest. Everyday was a struggle to stay alive. he literally had to fight for his meals. This family was not loving. His mother was a whore and his father was a drug addict. His siblings couldn't stand the sight of each other, each thinking they were better than the other. Not a life a child should be raised in. Reynold survived on what he could and tried to be content in his own world, staying out of everyone's way. As long as he was quiet, he was okay. As long as he listened, he was okay. He somewhat became the family's slave since he was the youngest. He cleaned, sometimes cooked. they were all cruel, even if he tried to be nice. He could have done the best thing a son could do and his father or mother would still slap him. There was no one he could trust.
Though, he did make one friend. It was cat who came by often. Reynold would save what food he could and give the poor thing some. That cat was his only safe haven from the hell he lived in. Until one day, the cat hissed at Reynold's scratching and biting him. His face was covered in thin, long scratch marks as well as deep bite marks. His face was bleeding. He cried to his mother but she merely gave him a look of disgust and pushed him away, counting the money she made from selling her body. His father was too high to care. And his siblings, forget it. Reynold just sat in his small room, crying and wiping the tears and blood from his face. He was only seven years old. That's when his heart froze. He was tried of being stepped on. Tired of taking all this crap. From that day on, he was no one's possession and no one was going to hurt him. That's also the day he planned to murder his family. He knew the schedule of each family member and he knew they would all be out the next day. That would give him time to put everything in place. The next morning, he awoke in his little home which was now abandoned. First thing that happened was that the cat come over again. That was a dire mistake. He took the cat by the throat, breaking it's neck. The thing died instantly. That was the largest meal he ever had. While letting his food digest, Reynold made sure everything was how it should be. Soon, his family returned. Well, first was his two eldest brothers. One went to his room and the other stood outside. The one in the room was the one he was going after first. Reynold beat his eldest brother's head with a hammer he found. The second brother hear the commotion and came to check it out. That's when Reynold found out he was part reptilian. When his second brother busted into the room, Reynold pounced him like a snake. His fingernails grew to sharp claws like a lizard. He slashed the older male's neck, cutting his major artery. He was amazed by this but very pleased. He could use this to his advantage. The next to come home were his triplet sisters, who were the third eldest. One, he stabbed to death with scissors. The second, he bit in the neck, poisoning her as a snake would. His teeth had grown sharp at that time. And the third, he drowned. Maybe he was the only one with reptile like abilities. Now he only had one more sibling and his parents to take care of. His father returned home with his last brother. Since Reynold hid the dead bodies of his other siblings, they were totally unaware. His father was as high as ever and his brother was just about there. This would be easiest of all. His father went into his own room while his brother went to the kitchen. He went for his father first. He was able to pinned the drug addict down and shove many drugs down his throat. They dissolved and caused the man to OD. That was when his mother came home from sleeping with several men. She came into the bedroom. Reynold stood over his father's trembling, dying body, an evil grin on his small scarred face. The woman went to hit the boy but with his lightning fast reaction, he dodged it and pushed her to the ground. Reynold took all the woman's money and shoved it down her air way, suffocating her with her own money. Now for her brother who was still in the kitchen. Now him, Reynold burned to death. He had found a can of gasoline earlier and pour some in a cup. He had set that cup aside, just waiting for everyone to come home. Reynold took that cup and threw the gas onto his unsuspecting brother then threw a match at him. The boy was swallowed by flames. And soon, the whole house was. Reynold's features had returned to their original human state before he left the house. The boy got a safe distance and watched as the house burned to the ground. His whole family was dead. They could all rot in hell for all he cared. He'd join them once he was ready. From then, Reynold learned the steal and protect himself, his reptilian blood coming in handy.
At the age of nineteen, he began killing for money. Of course, he didn't pointlessly kill. He was a mercenary. He not only trained himself in using guns but he could fight hand to hand and used short ranged weapons as well. He knew how to get the job done quickly. He really didn't care who his client was. As long as he got his money. That's something he got from his mother. Over the years, he actually became a bit well known. Even as the world was turning into utter s**t. Not like he cared. Everyone on this planet was scum and deserved to die. Though, one day, he was approached some men in suits. Apparently there was money going into this ship that was to save the people of this planet. For some reason, he was to help in this. Really, he had no interest. Until money was involved. Then he was on board.
Likes:
-Blood shed
-Solitude
-Complete Silent
Dislikes:
-Pretty much everyone
-Being crowded
-Dealing with unnecessary bullshit
Player:
Flowers_Of_Eros
