Remnants of the Earth

CHAPEL MERIDIA

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__________________IDENTIFY YOURSELF

Name:
Chapel Meridia

Gender:
Male

Species:
Mostly human

Age:
34

Height
6'4"

Home:
Cancer

Occupation:
Captain of Space Station Cancer


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Appearance:
Chapel is an imposing figure at 6'4", with a muscular and athletic body.  He has dark skin and his hair falls to the middle of his back in red and black dreadlocks.  He has a long tail covered in fine red fur, with a longer tuft of black hair upon its end.  Often knocks things down with it.

Personality:
Practical, blunt, and calm. He is a man who expects to be obeyed when he speaks.

History:
He has been captain of Cancer for about seven years now.

Abilities
You don't want to be in a fist fight against him.

Likes:
Libra, Mal, Cancer

Dislikes:
Aedolis, Edanith, having to pay for things when he knocks them down with his tail and they break

No communications went out beforehand, no warnings.  The president's ship arrived unannounced and unexpected, just as Zachary had ordered.

It's official name was the Thanatos Monarch 01, and under normal circumstances it was a sleek, coal grey luxury ship.  The luxury was still there certainly, but as the tale went, the president had quickly become bored with both the name and the color and had ordered a recasting of the shell.  And so it was that the ship that set down in TRIM's docking bay was not the stately grey it should have been, but a mist of reds and greens all blended beautifully into each other.  It now went by the name of the Celestial Mango.

This visit wasn't a happy occasion for the people of TRIM.  A flurry of frantic activity swept through the station at the announcement of the president's arrival, employees doing their best to re-sharpen all the corners they'd been cutting in the long months since the last corporate inspection.  The president had a reputation.  At best he was described as non-conventional, at worst a loopy psycho who fired people on an arbitrary and whimsical basis.

Aboard the ship, Zachary sat at one tinted window.  I can see you, but you can't see me, he sang to himself, chin propped on his hand as he watched the docking crew below.  The interior was dim and he was alone in his private quarters.  It had been an uneventful flight to escape a very eventful Earth.  He'd set things in motion at HQ there, and now it was time to let it all play out.  Living in Haviah, he thought, was rather like surfing.  You had to know how and when to ride the waves or risk wiping out.

Not that he'd ever surfed.

A knock at the door roused him.  He stood to check his shoulder-length, pale brown hair in a mirror and smooth the front of his suit.  It was a sharp blue and the jacket was long, ending at his knees.  Tucked in his waistband at his back was a simple sidearm, and he checked the safety before returning it to its place, hidden beneath his jacket.  Then he was off, joining the rest of his party at the exit to the Mango.

"Does everyone have their bunny ears?" he asked.

There was a shuffling of feet and a muttering of many voices as the upper management team he'd chosen to come with him assented with some...reluctance.  Honestly, you try to educate people about other cultures and this was the thanks you got?  Pah.  When he'd first discovered the holiday, he just knew it would be perfect to lighten the mood of these stiff corporate shills he had to surround himself with constantly.  Or at least provide him with the entertainment of forcing them to pretend like they cared.  

He'd learned that, in the distant past, there had been a little known religion on Earth that celebrated the first day of spring by honoring rabbits, those frolicy, cuddly, universal symbols of springtime rebirth and merry dalliance.  And, well, this was the first day of spring on Earth.  So he'd given his management team an ultimatum: wear bunny ears or be thrown out of the airlock.

Thus the president of Thanatos Inc. and every important manager in the company emerged from the Celestial Mango and into the white artificial lighting of TRIM's docking bay--every one of them wearing a headband of bobbing bunny ears, Zachary included.  The president paused just outside the Mango's door, head swiveling in search of the TRIM director.

Pilot Tierney.

I'm sure you can find something better to do than post inane chatspeak on a candidate's blog.

You're a Pilot.  Try to act like one.

-Pilot Royal, Roman Rosales

A Thanatos supply transport arrives at Libra with an unscheduled shipment. It takes nearly an hour for the receivers to work out the red tape.  Attached to the shipping receipt is a handwritten note addressed to Captain Malriiko Arabar:

ZACHARY NOEL, THANATOS INC. PRESIDENT[/size]

"Does everyone have their bunny ears?" ~taking care of business

You tell just half the truth
You're pulling strings and pushing buttons
Wheels are turning in your head
I know that you are up to something
In your mind a plan is hatching
Behind your innocent disguise

~Freezepop: Manipulate[/size]

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]__________________IDENTIFY YOURSELF[/size]

Name:
Zachary Noel (noh-EHL like in the Christmas song)

Nicknames
Call him Zach and die.

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
27

Height
5'9"

Home:
Thanatos Inc. HQ, Haviah, Aedolis

Occupation:
President of Thanatos Inc.


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Appearance:
Neatly cut chestnut colored hair.  His left eye is usually green but has been seen to change colors. His right eye is grey. He's in good shape, but is a bit on the slender side.

Personality:
Depends on where he is, who he's with, and what his objective is.

History:
While he had no relation to the previous president, Zachary became like a son to him and inherited the company when he died.

Likes:
Cassius; The Celestial Mango; 16 ounce lattes with two shots of vanilla, one shot of hazelnut, one packet of plain white sugar, one inch of foam, two and a half shots of espresso, half a teaspoon of cinnamon on top, made with one percent milk, at 152 degrees.

Dislikes:
lattes that don't meet his specifications |:

Name: Elijah Lyre
Gender: Male
Species: human
Rank and/or Occupation: former Imperial of Aedolis
Location: unknown
Background: Four years ago, he disappeared from Aedolis. He hasn't been seen since and no one knows if he's even still alive, but Aedolis has an astronomical standing bounty on any information regarding him.

RIOT DELACROIX, FIGHTER PILOT[/size]

"Okay, like, am I having a stroke or what 'cause this is like...like whoa." ~typical Riot

A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
~Elvis Presley: A Little Less Conversation[/size][/center:7cb41zyt]

Current Threads:
Make Dirty Martinis, Not War
Surrender? Yeah, right
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__________________IDENTIFY YOURSELF[/size]

Name:
Riot Delacroix (DEH-lah-kwah)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
20

Height
5'11"

Home:
Libra

Rank:
Squadron Leader


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Appearance:
Slender and lanky (wishes he could bulk up a little but it just won't happen), wild rust-red hair that pokes out every which way, very light baby blue eyes.

Personality:
Irreverent, playful, and vapid.  Takes pride in his flying skills.

History:
Is secretly psychic. So far, no one knows about it. He's not even sure what his abilities are or how to control them.

Abilities:
A truly exceptional fighter pilot. He's an unholy terror in the cockpit of a fighter and he knows it.
Years of repression have stunted the development of his psionics, but they're emerging now and there's no stopping them. So far he's displayed telepathy and empathy.

Likes:
Libra, Mal, his pilot buddies

Dislikes:
Aedolis, Edanith, a few of his superiors

Commentary:
I saw him in a dream and joined him right away. :3

THE CHARACTER
Name: Zachary Noel
Gender: Male
Species: human
Rank and/or Occupation: President of Thanatos Inc.
Location: Thanatos Inc. Earth Headquarters
Personality: i don't know yet :B
Appearance: will be in his bio
Background: ditto

Name: Col (i'll figure out a last name for him I swear)
Gender: Male
Species: human
Location: Aedolis
Personality: in profile
Appearance: ditto
Background: ditto again

An automated warning goes out through the Network, to all Pilots and Dragons simultaneously. It was triggered immediately upon the death of the Dragon Providence. Defense systems Network-wide raise their alert level.

The location: 41.56° N -93.6° W, approximately 1568 miles northeast of Haviah
The Dragon: Providence, Olympian-class, OS 7.22.03, latest model
The Pilot: Temple Rosales

Logs of Providence's activity in the network continue up to the second of death. No indication of difficulty, struggle, or danger is present and no calls for help went out prior to time of death.

The state of the Pilot is unknown at this time.