Remnants of the Earth

{NAME}
Isabel Kiers

{ALIASES}
"Iz", "Izzy", "The Saccharine Succubus" and many other wildly inappropriate combinations involving baked goods.

{AGE}
30

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Female
Undefined, but patterns seem to suggest pansexuality.

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human
Aedolian for generations, but the Kiers line originates in old-school Connlaoth. The irony.

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
5'11", muscular with exceptional upper body strength, and a distinct amount of curves.

{OCCUPATION}
Pilot Noble
Squadron Commander for the Haviah Harpies

{RESIDENCE}
Haviah, Aedolis
Family estate is in Havina



{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Isabel Kiers is not a tiny woman. She stands tall, like her twin brother, and is distinctly built through years of strenuous physical training. Given her affinity for proper posture, her stance can come off as more than a little intimidating. Like her twin, she has dark black hair and piercing grey eyes, and her freckles are an exact mirror image of Chance's own. Or vice versa.

{PERSONALITY}
CONTROL FREAK
Isabel likes order. She likes to be in control of her faculties, and will make every effort to keep herself as such. She doesn't like flying off the handle or getting overly emotional, or at least not in any kind of a public setting. It takes a very distinct level of trust to get her to let her hair down, and so very few persons have ever been privy to such a thing.
This need to be in control of everything is mirrored in her home life, as she keeps her quarters spotlessly clean and very purposefully decorated. Everything has a place, and everything is in its place.

COLD BURN
In an exact opposite of her brother, Isabel does not get well and truly angry easily. It takes quite a bit to genuinely piss her off, and you might not even realize you're doing it until it's too late considering she doesn't typically express herself. The trade-off is that while Chance is the forgiving sort, Izzy absolutely is not-- she holds grudges to the grave, and will actively work to destroy a person for the rest of their lives if the crime is considered heinous enough.

OKAY THERE, EMILY DICKINSON
Despite the general Aedolian lack of higher education for most, Isabel has a vocabulary to put anyone to shame, and she uses it fairly often. She reads, a lot, and it shows. Her general tone of speech is covered in flowery language, and can be a bit long-winded if she's caught in a particularly sarcastic loop of conversation. That being said, she does have herself a decent sense of humor, and loves to tease folks.

TEAM MOM
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, Isabel is remarkably maternal. If she cares for someone, it shows in what she's willing to do for that person, her own health and well-being be damned. She becomes far softer than her usual commander-self when someone needs emotional support, and while she won't sugar-coat anything, she does give an air of understanding. It's also no secret to those who know her that she's always wanted kids.

Fun Facts!:

• Izzy is a dom, she loves barking orders and having them followed. While it's not 100% a necessity in the bedroom, it's definitely her favourite.
• She drinks her coffee black, with four shots of espresso, all the time every time. "Decaf" is not in her dictionary-sized vocabulary.
• Her favourite color is purple, particularly soft lilacs.
• She loves baking, and will spend most of her free time experimenting with new flavors and tiny cakes. Which she often subjects her loved ones to when they're finished.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Psionics: Like her brother, Izzy is a potent hemokinetic. Her personal "brand" of it, however, involves control and puppeteering; using another person's circulatory system to control their movements both internal and external. This can have a wide range of effects, either keeping an ally breathing and their heart pumping, or turning enemies into her own soldiers.
The latter, however, is far easier when they're dead, and so she often comes into play after her brother has taken out a considerable number-- which she then turns on the survivors.

The Twin Thing: Not necessarily a special ability but more a display of trust, Nayden and Isabel share a mutual understanding that they're allowed in one another's heads to a certain degree. Whereas anyone else hits a wall and wouldn't be allowed into their thoughts without a warrant, Chance and Izzy often let those guards down around one another and can sometimes accidentally "sync up" as a result.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Pilot Royal Nevena Kiers, Retired. Chance and Izzy's grandmother and their primary caretaker for much of their childhood up to age 13. Was a decorated war hero, and had quite the reputation as "the Bloody Baroness". Archaic, but she rather enjoys it still.

Pilot Echo Nayden Kiers, her twin brother.

Pilot Cardinal Omajon Rheeves, a close friend.

Pilot Royal Banning Lockhart, boyfriend and father of their unborn child, the wee baby Virgil.

Dragon:
Isabel is bonded to Menhit, a great and commanding black dragon who is absolutely regal in nature... but like Izzy, is not above absolutely destroying those who cross her.

{HISTORY}
Izzy and her brother come from a long military lineage, dating back generations. Service has always been a point of pride for the Kiers, and as if an added bonus, psychic potential runs deep in their blood as well. As such, from birth these two have been groomed for the military lifestyle, with their grandmother as their tutor.

It wasn't all bad though! Heavily regimented and with a good deal of organization to every second of the twins' lives, their home life was still a very warm and loving one. Their parents were utterly doting, whenever they had time to spare. Upon their death Gramma Kiers retired to make sure her grandchildren would still be well-looked after, and eventually become great Pilots themselves.

Their family tendency towards psychic prowess is a double-edged sword, however, as their grandmother had always warned them against "being stolen", like some unnameable horror would come for them at any moment if they let their guard down in the slightest. Even she doesn't know quite what she means by this, it being something her grandmother warned her about, and so on and so forth before the name "Kiers" was even a thing. It's had a bit of a mixed effect on the twins, because while they both sport friendly personalities, they are also prone to deep feelings of dread in a still moment.

[FUN FACTS, even the twins don't know this:]

The Kiers are descended from the ancient days of Connlaoth, and the firstborn daughter of a powerful lich. His magic was imparted to his daughter, though not in the conventional sense, and the blood still runs strong even to this day. It speaks of the potency of the line, in that despite thousands of years of intermarriage, Izzy bears a striking resemblance to her ancestral grandfather.

This one is.

Uh, had a little bit of an exile from everything social for a bit. Had an overnight job that basically relegated my life to sleep and work and then sleep again. Switched around my schedule and my work so now I should have more time to NOT sleep and work and actually do social things.

So I should be able to get those much-deserved replies out again.

Name:
Kelevra

Age:
6 solar cycles, which translates to about 35-36 Earth years.

Gender:
Type A*. Uses neutral "they/them" pronouns for clarity's sake.

Species:
Alien

Ethnicity:
Mitindog. Also known as Dogwoods and the more pejorative "horndog"s.

Height:
5’4", they are pocket-sized.

Occupation:
Pornography-- specifically as a pin-up model for the more xenophilic magazines out there, and the occasional film courtesy of their part-time employer Aart.

However, this is simply a day job. No one's quite privy to what Kelevra gets up to in their spare time, except maybe their sibling, who is not one to tell.

Residence:
Haviah


Physical Description:
Mitindog concept art (nsfw)
For their type, Kelevra is fairly short and wiry. They keep their mane fairly long, and their vines even longer, lending to some spectacular rose-like blossoms come "springtime", which is a period of a single Earth year. 

Personality:
Kelevra is a decent sort, friendly and personable and very easy to get along with. They've got a sharp sense of humor, though not a cruel one, and seem to have a fuse a hundred miles long. It's not easy to piss them off, and they'll more likely recognize you're trying than they are to actually get spitting mad.
That, however, does not translate to being helpless, a fact that occasionally needs reminding.

Magic/Abilities:
Given the nature of Mitindog biology, Kelevra, like almost all of his kind, sport various super-hardened thorns on their forearms and elbows. They have super-sharp senses of smell and hearing, though average (human) sight.

Relationships:
A younger sibling, to be named later
Aart Arturri, employer.

History:
To be added

*About Mitindogs vis-a-vis gender
They're nonbinary, in that they don't have set "male" and "female" kinds. Mitindogs are instead divided among three types according to secondary characteristics (build, presence or absence of horns and vines, etc.). All three types have the same reproductive organs and are theoretically capable of laying eggs, though only type A is capable of fertilization.

{NAME}
Othello Ripley
Othello Hatcher (former married name, currently abandoned)

{ALIASES}
"Otto", "Injida" for online username.

{AGE}
28

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male
Bisexual

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Human (Mutated)
Native Aedolian

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
6', lean musculature

{OCCUPATION}

• technician
• gunslinger
• opiate addict

{RESIDENCE}
On board his single-transport ship, Ironsides.
Formerly: Satellite Colony GR3, also a brief time in Haviah while married.



{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Lean, almost like he does not get enough to eat, but with enough muscle to dictate that he certainly gets his fair share of physical activity. Being out and about in space and all, Otto is pale, though there is some darker discoloration near his eyes and on his elbows/knuckles. He has several tattoos, though the most prominant is one that moves from his chin down to his throat, around the whole of his neck and over his shoulders. It looks like art deco and machinery had a baby.

His hair is long and straight and a warm black/very deep brown, and he can barely keep it under control for how fast it grows. The same thing can be said for his facial hair, which at the very least is patchy at best so he doesn't need to bushwhack it that often.

Last but not least, Otto has several mutations that separate him from yer typical human lifeform:

• His eyes have darker sclera, which throws the pale sickly-yellow-green of his irises in sharp contrast. When contracted, his pupils tend to thin into minute slits.
• His canines are all missing, and instead have been replaced with longer, sharper variants. His upper canines have been replaced with two smaller, thinner teeth, and those are easily pointy enough to puncture skin
• Along the "V" of his hips and groin, there are small shallow divets in his skin, which are a bit pinker on the inside, as if they were meant to be vents.

{PERSONALITY}
Depends on sobriety. Sober Otto is melancholy, brooding, and prone to long bouts of silence. Sober Otto also has trouble sleeping, which can result in anything between him getting waspish or outright losing his mind and succumbing to particularly harmful intrusive thoughts. Stoned Otto is friendly, heartfelt, down to earth and sincere. And a bit of a gigglepuss.

COG-BOY
Otto comes from a very long line of gifted mechanics and technicians. Growing up on a space station colony only served to foment a natural talent with machinery, and it doesn't take much for him to figure out new and foreign technology as a result. Additionally, figuring things out is a hobby of his; he loves pulling things apart and putting them back together, and will often "splurge" on broken scraps from nearby pawn shops just to mess around and tinker with them.
One of the gifts he was given by his ex-husband for their first anniversary was actually a spinal mech-interface unit, which lets him plug into auxiliary ports and directly interface without the need for a computer. This is only for very minor machinery, of course, and anything larger than handheld size computational power or the equivalent in terms of data size will require further processing power, and he'll often have to reroute through a real computer before trying to interface. It's very basic, but he loved it, and was completely unaware it would one day save his life.

OH, SWEET LAMB
Otto genuinely believes in the inherent good in people. He doesn't understand or even immediately suspect ulterior motives, often taking people completely at face value. He's very trusting, or at least once was, and the one thing he tries to hold onto is that people are genuinely worth believing in. Some days, however, are harder than others.
Built into this is a need to help people, to save who he can when he can. Spare money to those who are hurting for it, offering his services working with machinery to those who might not otherwise be able to afford it, sharing food and resources and otherwise genuinely being there. Because if he doesn't, who will?

CRAWLING IN MY SKIN
The parasites that live in Otto's systems are usually easy enough to ignore if he keeps himself doped up enough. But sometimes, they get a little too restless, which results in a very unpleasant buzzing sensation which skeeves him the hell out. Otto sometimes lapses into compulsive self destructive behavior at these points, and will try to get the parasites out despite knowing that it's physically impossible to get to where they're at.
The constant hive mind chatter between the multitude of smaller organisms certainly doesn't help matters, though, and he can sometimes start exhibiting strange and animalistic gestures/behaviors as a result.

Fun Facts!:

• Horribly, horribly allergic to chocolate.
• Writes poetry in his spare time, and it doesn't always make sense.
• Autophobic.
• Will do literally anything for cheese. Will also eat himself sick if left alone with large quantities. Just. Hide the cheese.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Bugsbugsbugsbugsbugsbugs!
Otto is infected with an alien parasite that has taken root in his central and peripheral nervous systems. As such, certain key aspects of sensory input and reaction have been astronomically enhanced, as well as other effects. Such as:

• Affected amygdala, which has resulted in altered memory processing, decision making and emotional reactions. Enhanced by the parasite to integrate "hive memory" and a rudimentary "hive mind", wherein emotions are exchanged back and forth between the host organism and the parasite. Kind of essentially makes both parties one and the same, were a full takeover allowed. In Otto's case, it just makes the bugs really fucking annoying backseat drivers.
• Affected thalamus and affected tectum, which has affected Otto's sensory signal relay, auditory and visual reflexes, motor signals, and the regulation of sleep and alertness. As such his reflexes are through the roof, in combination with his enhanced perception. It also tends to make sleep incredibly difficult unless he can chemically shut the bugs up. Even so, he's a terribly light sleeper, and anything out of place is enough to put him on full alert. God help you if he's been sober and this wasn't INCREDIBLY important.
• Affected hypothalamus and related autonomic nervous system, which normally regulares body temperature, hunger, attachment behaviors, sleep rhythms, heart rate, and arousal, amongst other things. In Otto's case, this means his metabolism has gone apeshit to better supply more than just his own systems, and he tends to run a bit hotter than usual. His hair and nails all grow faster than usual, and wound healing is more stimulated. It also factors into his social interactions, as the extra stimulation to become part of the "hive" has led him to be intensely protective of his own (if he had any left). It also has upped his libido by quite a bit, which is saying something since he was, at a point, an Aedolian.
• Affected pituitary and pineal glands, while not as deeply affected as other aspects of the system, have a partial integration in that the parasitic organisms have tried to make the host body as hospitable to them as possible. As such, a few tweaks here and there have been made, and certain mutations have occured. This is where his mild discoloration and fancy new eyes have come from, as well as the vents in his hips.
• Affected cerebellum which has essentially enhanced his posture and balance. His inner ear picks up on shifts in space easier than normal, and he can tell when a ship has changed course almost instantly, even from the deepest, most stable part of it. It's also incredibly hard to knock him off balance, you know, unless he wants to be off balance. (Wink.)
  ...But seriously, shifts in gravity are nothing the dude is like a fucking cat.

{RELATIONSHIPS}

Roy Hatcher, ex-husband - presumed alive and well in Haviah.

Lucien Ripley; older brother - presumed alive and stationed planetside in research and development.

Gloria Serie; childhood best friend - presumed deceased.


{HISTORY}
TBD
Basically an escaped TRIM subject following a horrible alien infestation/infection of his home colony.

Name:
Semessa Lilote, "Lilo" by her late wife


Age:
Four and a half cycles, about 45 to us.

Gender:
Female*

Sexuality
Leans more towards the ladies, according to her species.*

Species:
Alien species: Hunter/Glowstick though if you call her the latter she will PUNCH you.

Height:
7'11"

Occupation:
Former soldier, former bodyguard, now wandering bounty hunter of sorts.

Residence:
Her ship.

*See "about them aliems" section for details


Physical description:
Lilote is intimidating to shit and back. Standing nearly eight feet tall and weighing roughly 275 pounds of pure muscle, she looks like someone who could crush you without breaking a sweat. Unlike the males of her species, she doesn't possess any bioluminescence, and her hair is a coal-grey.

Personality:
Stone-cold and aloof, she seems constantly preoccupied with something else. In fact, she is so preoccupied with her mission that often she has no patience for anything else. Which kind of renders her into a humorless dick.

Magic/abilities:
 She will punch you. Hard.

Relationships:
Semessa Hyro, late wife

History:
Lilote was a decorated career soldier, right up until an injury left her with a very pronounced limp. Forced into retirement, she became incredibly depressed, and would have continued to spiral into darkness were it not for a completely by chance encounter with Hyro, a high ranking city official. Hyro appointed Lilote her bodyguard, which pulled her out of her feelings of uselessness, and soon after the two became close friends. And then lovers.

Not too long after they were married, however, tragedy struck. Hyro was shot and killed during an assembly, to everyone's shock and horror. Even more so when it was found to be a rogue male. He escaped, and since then Lilote has been hunting him across galaxies, determined to see him beg for the mercy he didn't show Hyro.



About them aliems:

Hailing from a binary star system outside of ROTE's galaxy, encountering one of No Son's kind is extremely rare. They as a people have achieved interstellar travel, but have such loose systems of governance that expansion has not been a thorough topic of discussion. Primarily, their interest in extensive space travel is largely to do with potential colonization ventures, as their planet is not a resource-rich one. Typically, however, if you encounter one outside of their star system, you will likely be encountering a male.

In their native tongue, their word for themselves roughly translates to "hunter", as they are the apex predator of their planet, though they are more commonly (and somewhat derogatorily) referred to as Glowsticks. This is earned from the bioluminescence present on the males of their species.

They have a heavy kind of sexual dimorphism, where the males and females look vastly different from one another, though both sets of genitalia are present regardless of sex assignment. Assigned males tend to be smaller (averaging at 5'6"), more wiry, and possess the bioluminescence their kind is famous for. These colors tend to range from poisonous looking yellows to neon blues. Assigned females, however, don't have this bioluminescence, and are much, much bigger than their male counterparts (their average height is between 7 and 8 feet, and they pack on far more muscle). Regardless of gender, all of the Hunters possess a series of poisonous barbs along their spines, which normally lay flat unless otherwise provoked.

The social dynamics are also different in how males and females are treated. Males live in isolation, possess a flexible "territory" and defend it aggressively from other males, usually to the death. Females live in groups, and have formed their own governance, cities and all around infrastructure. As the males are kicked out of cities after they reach a certain age, and often die soon after, they are not named in the same way that female children are. They take their mother's name as a surname like their sisters, but instead of a proper given name, they are referred to by numbers (First, Second, etc.).

This kind of attitude also leads to their social conditioning-- the males are forbidden from certain things, so they either have to have a female acquire forbidden objects for them, or they have to learn to sneak them. This ends up being good training for when they're out in the wilderness and have no one but themselves to rely on. Because of this isolation, the males tend to rely on stealth and ambushing in their combat, whereas females have the bulk and the numbers for more open combat should they need to defend themselves.

Because of the high precentage of violence between males, and with higher and higher populations of them, many have taken to the stars to establish territories outside of their own planet. These are usually the outcasts, either because they couldn't hold a territory on their home world out of weakness, or they committed a heinous crime of some sort.

All of these poor sods are open for threading, just drop me a PM or a reply here if you're after something. I guarantee this will just keep growing.

►: Profile in need of serious updating

TABLE OF CONTENTS

i. SPACE STATIONS

ii. LE'RANNA

iii. EDANITH

iv. INDEPENDENTS

Name:
Sarah Toombs, called Sister Sarah

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Species/Ethnicity:
Human, Teinari

Height:
5'5"

Occupation:
Former con artist, former nun, former bandit, former convict, current outcast

Residence:
Previously: The Wasteland, just skirting the city
Currently: On board The Skeleton Grin


Physical description:
A fairly pretty young woman with sharp eyes and wild curls of brown hair, her only marring feature is a series of scars around her face and neck. Supposedly, these were self inflicted.

Personality:
This depends. On most days, where she's lucid, she's in good spirits and humor, if a bit callous and prone to swearing. On her off days, however, she is quiet, bitingly sarcastic, almost supernaturally intelligent. These off days are also where she is more violent, capable of sadistic atrocities at one moment before dissolving into rambling hysterics; and more and more it seems the crueler version of her is sticking around longer.

Magic/Abilities:
What most have taken to calling hexes, she has a tendency to leave behind bad luck, especially if provoked on a bad day. This can range anywhere from someone's food turning poisonous or someone forcibly expelling their entire vascular system out through their own skin.

Otherwise, her main bragging rights is in her ability to handle a machete and astonishing learning curve.

Relationships:
Very strained ties with her family, she receives supplies from them every now and again, but otherwise they avoid each other.

Recently she's taken up with the Mean family on their ship, the Skeleton Grin. The relationship is also strained, as neither party are quite sure what to make of one another.

History:
Sarah had always been a disappointment to her family. Lazy, crude, and with little regard for the lives around her, it wasn't hard to see why. She took to petty thievery at a young age, and quickly learned how to talk her way out of trouble, as well as talk people out of their valuables.

Frustrated with the underground life, Sarah took to running with a bandit crew, attacking supply caches and anyone not smart enough to keep their guard up. This eventually got her and her merry band of misfits all arrested, and sent to the deepest pit of a prison there was. There, Sarah flourished, surrounded by people just as bad as she, and as usual, it didn't take her long before she got in trouble again, and was sentenced to be part of the mining crews in charge of digging deeper into the unknown subterranean.

But then something happened. The inmates found a pocket, previously undisturbed, which led into a tiny cavern. Being the smallest, Sarah was the first one in, and lo and behold, there was almost nothing there but bones and rocks. But she found something, and in finding that something, she changed. She became unpredictable, more so than before. She would go from her usual carefree attitude to brooding in an instant, and she was prone to more and more bouts of physical violence. It got so bad at a point, it's said she woke up screaming and clawing at her own face.

Her family also noticed a change in her, those few times they visited. She was no longer the crude girl she was before, and her speech patterns changed. Her vocabulary grew exponentially, well beyond her normal monosyllabic cussing. What was worse, still, was that Sarah had to be reminded who her family even was.

It only got worse when, one night at bed check, Sarah was found to be missing. She escaped back to Teinar proper, took what supplies she could from her family, and vanished into the Wasteland.

The Skeleton Grin is one ugly ship. Whoever designed her, designed her for practicality and performance versus aesthetics, and this shows in her almost skeletal, borderline-gothic architecture. Her age is visible in both her structure and how patchwork her guts are, the old pieces stripped and replaced over the years as technology advanced.

That being said, where she lacks in looks, she more than makes up in her performance-- she is incredibly nimble, able to maneuver on a dime, making her a delightfully agile flyer.

Her strongest armor plating is found on her front, as part of a ramming mechanism meant to puncture the hull of her victims and create a bridge between the two ships. The front half of her is meant to withstand a lot of abuse-- extreme temperature differences, weapons fire, and all but the strongest, thickest hulls.

She packs a fair amount of heat, though her specialty is lying in wait outside of her victim's view, and then shooting up into their underbelly for boarding. As her defenses are largely in her front, she relies on her maneuverability to keep her facing an enemy, and, failing that, relies on cloaking to get out of dodge. Her favourite means of escape is to hit her attacker with an EMP to scramble their tracking/communication systems, cloak after, and scurry away while her attacker is blinded.

The Skeleton possesses two pairs of plasma cannons, one situated on the upper part of the middeck and the other on the lower. Both sets are capable of 180 degrees, and are manned by separate gunner stations on the upper deck.

Smaller guns litter her underbelly, and are largely controlled by the ship's AI.

The Skeleton Grin's crew are thick as thieves, which is understandable since many of them hail from the same pirate clan, who are almost all some variant of family. Not all crew members are necessarily part of the clan, and it's easy to recognize which ones are by their tattoos (or lack thereof). Each clan family has their own variant, and the Skeleton Grin's family sports stripes of bone-white down their mouths and onto their torso, mimicking the mandibles and ribs of a skeleton.

Applicants should be in good health, able to lift up to 100 pounds with or without reasonable accomodations, and able to take a bullet or two. The Skeleton Grin boasts excellent health care, with a state of the art medbay/armory! Arm yourself while we sew your arm back on! Join today!


Captain:

• Sea Mean

First Mate:

• Kin Mean (current acting, position technically open)

Pilot

• open

Medic:

• Currently a very surly Teinari man, who may or may not be up to his eyeballs in Sea's horseshit. Position subject to availability.

Engineer(s)/Mechanic(s):

• open
• Open!

Muscle, general labor, misc.:

• Zaro Mean
• Sister Sarah
• Open!

Weapons Specialist, gunner(s):

• No Son (periodically)
• Open!

Cook:

• Open!

Any interested parties, feel free to post here or send me a PM! If there's something you want to play but I don't have listed, let me know and we'll make you a position.

Name
Zaro "Aight" Mean

Age
27

Gender
Male

Species
Human

Ethnicity
Mutt (at least one half Aedolian)

Height
5'11" and still gets shouted down by his mama.

Occupation
Making your stuff his stuff by way of his actions/part time wannabe gunslinger

Residence
The Skeleton Grin and the Cancer



Physical Description
The most noticeable thing about Zaro is the way he dresses. He's constantly in an old duster and hat, which is decorated with varying animal bones. He plays up the space cowboy image as hard as he can manage, up to and including wearing a bandana over his face when on a job. Luckily, it ups the creepy factor enough to scare most of their victims into submission.

He wears his dark hair long, in natural dreads, and usually twists those partially back.

Personality
 Despite the fact that he looks intimidating (and he's definitely someone to watch out for), he's actually quite the joker. It's as if he's physically incapable of taking anything seriously, well beyond normal ranges of personal safety. However, he is deeply loyal to his family, and will not hesitate to kill for them.

He has a deep, deep love for old westerns, something that he shares with his mother and is mocked for by his brother. Another point of sibling mockery is in his nickname, which was earned because his favourite word to use growing up was just that, 'aight'. The two enjoy a healthy sibling relationship despite mutual digs aimed for one another.

Magic/Abilities
He is especially handy with things that utilize bullets, and forging important documents.

Relationships
Sea Mean, mother
Kin "King" Mean, elder half-brother

History

Sea Mean's youngest son, he was born and raised on the pirate ship the Skeleton Grin. He's been part of the pirate clan all his life, and probably wouldn't know how to go legit if he tried. He has no idea who his father is, and neither does Sea, and neither of them really care to find out.

Name
Captain Sea Mean

Age
48

Gender
Female

Species
Human

Ethnicity
Aedolian

Height
5'3" of molten fury

Occupation
Making your stuff her stuff by way of her actions.

Residence
The Skeleton Grin; when docked, it's usually in Cancer



Physical Description
Sea is smaller in stature, but with the hardened muscle to make up for it. She has dark skin, which is heavily contrasted by the bone-white tattoos on the lower part of her face, which extend down her neck and onto her torso. Her eyes are near-black and sharp, and she wears her dark hair cropped short.

While she forgoes ornamentation that might get in the way of her 'trade' (no earrings or anything that might give a grip), she has the single gaudiest set of rings this side of the galaxy, which she changes regularly. Her sons sometimes joke that she has more rings than bullets at any given point in time.


Personality
Ruthless with a capital R, Sea has learned that there's no place for mercy in her line of work, especially when she had to raise two young boys at the same time. Life's made her hard, but not without a sense of humor, as most things no longer strike her as surprising. Instead, half the time it's funny.

She brings her heritage on board with her, and is definitely appreciative of the finer things. She doesn't always KEEP those finer things, just for the sake of moving hot product, but she certainly does enjoy them while she can. Her Aedolian heritage has also made sure she's quite the flirt, and is not shy about her sexuality. This is a bit of a point of embarrassment for her sons, who did not have the benefit of growing up in Aedolis.

Magic/Abilities
Smooth-talker, bone-breaker, quickshot extraordinaire.

Relationships
Kin "King" Mean, eldest son
Zaro "Aight" Mean, youngest son

History
The daughter of a merchant's wife and the pirate she ran off with, Sea did not grow up with scruples. Part of a multi-generational pirate clan, she runs her ship the same way she runs her family-- with an iron fist. The only thing more important to her than profit is her flesh and blood, which is what keeps the clan tied together across multiple ships and distant spaces.

Each family in the clan has a tattoo unique to their family, passed down from parent to offspring and so on. While they all widely differ from one another, each family can easily recognize one of their own by their markings, and so can cut deals with one another without having to verbally state their lineage.