Characters [EDIT]
Note: Filling this out like HE'S the one writing it...
Name: Cyder
Age: 30-ish... I honestly don't know the actual date of my birth.
Race: Halk-Arches
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 159 lbs.
Birth Date: 1/11... Don't know the year
Hair: White with brown tips. It's fucking natural FYI. At least I don't have a receding hairline.
Eyes: Hazel
Birth Place: Seriously, if I don't know my age or my damn birthday, what makes you think I know WHERE I was born?
Other Facial Feature/Appearance Details: Two gear tattoos above both sides of my collarbone and a giant one on my left pectoral. Across my upper back I have a weird birthmark that looks like a a bunch of wires and two more gear tattoos. Oh yeah... and a side burn beard.
Dress: Whatever is clean, most of the stuff is tan to brown and black.
Description of Home: If you want to count up a shot up cargo spaceship a home, go right ahead.
Dominant character trait: Grumpy and always ready to smirk when someone fucks up.
Secondary character trait: I can actually get along with a numerous amount of people. Does good with most of your crew mates are crazy.
Best friend: ... I have a pet monkey.
Enemies: None that remember me, since most of them are dead.
Family: My biological are dead to me and my "adopted father" travels too much for me to keep track.
Hobbies: Playing my hand-held
Occuption: Gun and turret engineer
History: I pretty much woke up in an alley at what I'm told was the age of 8. I had no memory of who I was or where I came from but I did know that my parent, whoever they are were dead. Being a half-breed kid in an unfamiliar place with no where to go, I turned out to be a street urchin. Stole shit to survive and all that jazz.
At 10, I was a damn good pickpocket and making well for myself, unfortunately I eventually tried to steal from the wrong guy. He caught me and I was pretty sure I was a dead mofo, but instead he took me back to his base of operation. Had me cleaned up and examined and cut me a deal. If I stayed and worked for him he'd provide me with all a kid could need. I did and eventually I started to call him "dad" and he started to call me Cyder.
Dad was a gangster. He mostly dealt in weapons. When I was first with him I did small delivery jobs, as I got older I picked up a second language so I could help with negotiations. Eventually I apprenticed under one of his inner circle and learned how to become an engineer for gun turrets and general weapon fixin'.
Eventually with his blessings, I left to make another life for myself and to find out where I came from, just to settle the curiosity and close that door.
Name: Cyder
Age: 30-ish... I honestly don't know the actual date of my birth.
Race: Halk-Arches
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 159 lbs.
Birth Date: 1/11... Don't know the year
Hair: White with brown tips. It's fucking natural FYI. At least I don't have a receding hairline.
Eyes: Hazel
Birth Place: Seriously, if I don't know my age or my damn birthday, what makes you think I know WHERE I was born?
Other Facial Feature/Appearance Details: Two gear tattoos above both sides of my collarbone and a giant one on my left pectoral. Across my upper back I have a weird birthmark that looks like a a bunch of wires and two more gear tattoos. Oh yeah... and a side burn beard.
Dress: Whatever is clean, most of the stuff is tan to brown and black.
Description of Home: If you want to count up a shot up cargo spaceship a home, go right ahead.
Dominant character trait: Grumpy and always ready to smirk when someone fucks up.
Secondary character trait: I can actually get along with a numerous amount of people. Does good with most of your crew mates are crazy.
Best friend: ... I have a pet monkey.
Enemies: None that remember me, since most of them are dead.
Family: My biological are dead to me and my "adopted father" travels too much for me to keep track.
Hobbies: Playing my hand-held
Occuption: Gun and turret engineer
History: I pretty much woke up in an alley at what I'm told was the age of 8. I had no memory of who I was or where I came from but I did know that my parent, whoever they are were dead. Being a half-breed kid in an unfamiliar place with no where to go, I turned out to be a street urchin. Stole shit to survive and all that jazz.
At 10, I was a damn good pickpocket and making well for myself, unfortunately I eventually tried to steal from the wrong guy. He caught me and I was pretty sure I was a dead mofo, but instead he took me back to his base of operation. Had me cleaned up and examined and cut me a deal. If I stayed and worked for him he'd provide me with all a kid could need. I did and eventually I started to call him "dad" and he started to call me Cyder.
Dad was a gangster. He mostly dealt in weapons. When I was first with him I did small delivery jobs, as I got older I picked up a second language so I could help with negotiations. Eventually I apprenticed under one of his inner circle and learned how to become an engineer for gun turrets and general weapon fixin'.
Eventually with his blessings, I left to make another life for myself and to find out where I came from, just to settle the curiosity and close that door.