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Thanks, page one is glitching out for me but this one is fine... nice pics!

Thanks, wonder whats wrong with PMC my app looks all funny on page one and you can only see the backstory when you quote it :S

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Name: Monat Combat Droid MkIII - Piloted by Shas'O Kai
Age: Battle suit is 13 years old. Shas'O is 19, this is around the middle age for a Tau. (Perhaps 30 in "human years")
Home Planet: Vash'ya
Name of Ship: Shovah, meaning far sighted.
Personality: Shas'O is an intelligent Tau, he thinks things through, and rarely looses his temper. It is important to him to stay "zen" in the face of danger or failure, he knows that should he break or panic the situation will only get worse.
Appearance:

Monat

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Shas'O

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Shovah

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Backstory: A victim of both a terrible framing and the effects of vigilante justice forced Shas'O to leave his colony. He had been helped by a friend who offered his modified Crysis battle suit, as well as coordinates to a small cluster of dormant spaceships where he could find work, and perhaps someday earn a strong following to root out those who did him wrong.

In the dormant ship known in the area as the "Plane Crosser" he was approached by a small cruiser. He loaded his gun and prepared for whatever he had allowed to enter. To his surprise it wasn't a pirate to take his credit, but rather a dapper looking man. He offered a job to Shas'O, one that he would hold to this very day, becoming a hunter of men and other humanoids alike. While not the most honourable job, Shas'O accepted and since then has been given profile after profile for those he must capture.

Recently he received a raise for his good work, as well as a new computer AI known as Sigma. It is installed in his armour, his suit, and his ship. It maintains everything, therefore making life easier for Shas'O, this includes waste management, piloting, and control should anything happen to Shas'O.
Weapon: When out of his suit he uses a pulse pistol, a rapid fire battery charged weapon. The "bullets" easily eat through flesh, and can severely damage metal and therefore armour. His suit however has a plethora of weapons, ranging from minor flame throwers to back mounted powerguns.
Gender: Male
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Name: Seve Drakkensang
Age: 31
Home Planet: Goretha
Name of Ship: The Black Pearl (Yeah, I know. I just like the name okay?)
Personality: Usually very polite, but has a REALLY short temper. Prefers not to just raid anyone. He's a klutz.
Appearance: I guess my computer doesn't want to post links. Imagine Jack Sparrow, but more steampunky.
Backstory: Seve was born in a rich family, who had close ties to 'The Keeper'. Seve was a very rebellious child in his teenage years, even though he did read a lot, and was very bright. He spent a lot of time reading adventure books, dreaming of something more than his boring life of science. When Seve was old enough, he took the grappling guns he invented and went off to live a better life. He was able to find work on the ship 'The Dirty Chicken'. One day, when Seve was mopping the deck of 'The Chicken', he overheard a conversation between the captain, and someone who had come aboard to talk with the captain. 'Now, we cant just unload the goods here, too many 'officials'. We gotta wait 'till we're in the less... 'desirable' areas." Seve found out then that his captain was an illegal (and stupid) smuggler. Naturally, Seve left the ship as soon as possible, hoping to find a more... legal career. He managed to get a job on a normal traders ship, where he was happy. Even though his captain was rather harsh, he pulled through until he got enough money to afford his own ship. He named it 'The Rooster', for lack of a better name. He hired a small crew, to help him earn money, but unfortunately, the only way he could do so was less legal than he had hoped. Seve was forced to raid other ships and steal their cargo to get money. Eventually, he made quite a bit of money, enough to get a better ship, which he named 'The Black Pearl'. Seve wanted nothing more than to get a good, legal job as a trader, or something like that, but he had made a reputation as a pirate, so still raids ships that he comes across if necessary.
Weapon: A pair of grappling knives, attached to revolvers.
Gender: I love how you wait until the end for this. Male.
Anything else?: Well, not really.

Done.

Name: Seve Drakkensang
Age: 31
Home Planet: Goretha
Name of Ship: The Black Pearl (Yeah, I know. I just like the name okay?)
Personality: Usually very polite, but has a REALLY short temper. Prefers not to just raid anyone. He's a klutz.
Appearance: I guess my computer doesn't want to post links. Imagine Jack Sparrow, but more steampunky.
Backstory: Seve was born in a rich family, who had close ties to 'The Keeper'. Seve was a very rebellious child in his teenage years, even though he did read a lot, and was very bright. He spent a lot of time reading adventure books, dreaming of something more than his boring life of science. When Seve was old enough, he took the grappling guns he invented and went off to live a better life. He was able to find work on the ship 'The Dirty Chicken'. One day, when Seve was mopping the deck of 'The Chicken', he overheard a conversation between the captain, and someone who had come aboard to talk with the captain. 'Now, we cant just unload the goods here, too many 'officials'. We gotta wait 'till we're in the less... 'desirable' areas." Seve found out then that his captain was an illegal (and stupid) smuggler. Naturally, Seve left the ship as soon as possible, hoping to find a more... legal career. He managed to get a job on a normal traders ship, where he was happy. Even though his captain was rather harsh, he pulled through until he got enough money to afford his own ship. He named it 'The Rooster', for lack of a better name. He hired a small crew, to help him earn money, but unfortunately, the only way he could do so was less legal than he had hoped. Seve was forced to raid other ships and steal their cargo to get money. Eventually, he made quite a bit of money, enough to get a better ship, which he named 'The Black Pearl'. Seve wanted nothing more than to get a good, legal job as a trader, or something like that, but he had made a reputation as a pirate, so still raids ships that he comes across if necessary.
Weapon: A pair of grappling knives, attached to revolvers.
Gender: I love how you wait until the end for this. Male.
Anything else?: Well, not really.

Done.

YOU READ THE LONG BORING CR*P I WROTE!!!!!!!
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'course I read it. What do you think took me so long?

WTH when ever i try to quote Rox's app it says error... Get yourself fixed PMC
@Rox Love it but i cant make exceptions and it does not fit the story please justify it or edit it. Sorry but one ecception.... and well.... then theres a thousand. If you think theres a way i can make it fit in the story (With MINIMAL editing) Put it by me, i dont try to stop people.

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I just remembered what that picture reminds me of.....Akiba(Johnny) and Meryl from MGS4!

I shall out duo your duo for I am the King of Characters. NO! I SHALL GIVE YOU A CHARACTER QUAD SQUAD! MWAHAHAHHAHA!

Name: Fitcher 'Black', Circe, Ostanes, and Enki

Age: Fitcher: 31
Circe:25
Ostanes: 52
Enki: 35

Home Planet: Fitcher: Alia
Circe: Forathi
Ostanes: Alia
Enki: Goretha

Name of Ship: The Red Stain
Captain: Circe

Personality: Fitcher: Indifferent for the most part, he rarely laughs and is constantly planning or scheming. Has an extreme distaste for the governments of all the planets and has no qualms about destroying any of their ships. Fancies himself a chef (though nobody but Enki seems to agree).

Circe: Violent and battle hungry, she lives to cause chaos among the stars, attacking almost anyone and anything regardless of how outnumbered or outgunned she and her crew are. Has a soft spot for small furry creatures apparently.

Ostanes: Wise and cynical. His age and mastery of magic have left him rather grumpy, constantly scoffing at the plans or actions of his captain or fellow crew members, though he always follows orders. A connoisseur of ancient tomes and tea.

Enki: Jovial and warm. While he enjoys being a pirate, he takes no pleasure in ending a life, always doing so in self defense when he can. Loyal to his captain and his crew mates, he is the life of the party.

Appearance: Fitcher's Height: 6'8" Circe's Height: 5'6" Ostanes' Height: 7'10" Enki's Height: 9'6"

From left to right on the bottom: Ostanes, Circe, Fitcher. Middle up top: Enki.

Backstory: Space Pirate Captain Circe tapped her fingers lightly on the armrests of her command chair on the bridge of her ship, The Red Stain, contemplating her next course of action. Her crew and herself had just returned from raiding an off-world mining facility owned by some private company who had apparently thought that hiring a large amount of guards was better than hiring trained soldiers. The ruined wreckage that was the mining facility said otherwise.

Circe had already contacted their contractor, confirming the facility's destruction and making sure the agreed upon funds were transferred to a dummy account for later pick up. Her crew had all retired from the bridge, heading back to the kitchen to fix up some food. Circe ran a hand thru her silver hair, trying to decide on what to do next.

While they had managed to take quite a bit of expensive minerals with them from the facility, the ship still needed to refuel and restock. They had used up the majority of their high yield explosives on the facility and if they needed to scuttle any ships they happened to raid on the way to refueling they would be out of luck.

Circe sighed and got up from her chair, heading out of the bridge and down the hall towards the kitchen. She could already hear the sounds of jovial laughter and snickering, a smile coming to her face, already guessing what was taking place. Sure enough, as soon as she entered the kitchen she saw her crew members giving each other gripe.

Fitcher 'Black' was a well known and well hated man, having gained the nickname 'Black' from his supposedly black heart. It was rumored that he had once entered a Forathi military base and had come out 45 minutes later, his sword and himself covered in blood, the entire base silent and lifeless. His current bounty was nine digits and growing every day. Today though he was behind the counter of the kitchen, an apron on over his combat armor and a ladle in his hand. He looked rather annoyed.

Ostanes Merlon was most likely the source of this annoyance. He and Fitcher were always going at it, despite the fact that Fitcher and he had grown up in the same town on Alia. Ostanes had been a powerful and well respected spell caster and had lived most of his life in comfort. When he had been accused of murdering a man though, he was quickly ostracized by those he had thought of as friends. He had gone joined Circe's crew after Fitcher had recommended him to her. At the moment he was complaining about the quality of Fitcher's cooking, a common complaint on the ship.

The only person aside from Circe in the room who was not complaining or being annoyed at the moment was Enki, his whole body shaking as his hearty laugh filled the air. Enki was a giant of a man and his appetite reflected this, countless empty bowls surrounding him. Despite his size though, Enki was quite a gentle person, rarely resorting to lethal force if he could avoid it. On his home planet of Goretha he had been a gardener's son until he had felt the need for a change of scenery.

They were a good crew, even if they did give each other crap most of the time. When they noticed her in the doorway of the kitchen she was met with a chorus of greetings, from Ostanes' formal 'Captain', Enki's jovial 'Ho ho my captain!', and Fitcher's normal 'Circe'. She smiled back and took a seat next to Enki, taking his mug of alcohol and downing it before he could complain.

It felt good to be here, even if she was the shortest person on the ship. As The Red Stain glided silently thru the black void of space, Circe relaxed with her crew, her mind slowly working out a plan of action. Funny how good company and good alcohol always seemed to do the trick.

Weapon: Fitcher: His large sword that never seems to leave his person as well as a countless small explosives and one large dagger.

Circe: Just about anything. Has been known to make use of auto-cannons, explosive tipped arrows, mines, knives, and countless small firearms. Normally carries a bladed weapon of some sort.

Ostanes: His magic and two automatic pistols.

Enki: Smaller caliber. high capacity firearms as well as his own body. Despite his size he is quite a skilled hand to hand fighter.

Gender: Fitcher: Male
Circe: Female
Ostanes: Male
Enki: Male

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AW HELL NAW IF EVERYONES GETTIN' DUOS AND EVEN SQUADS IM GETTIN' ONE TWO (writing new characters ))