Here we are.
Discussion for our adventures.
First up. The final decision on Jax and Dizzy and the Shuttle.
Discussion for our adventures.
First up. The final decision on Jax and Dizzy and the Shuttle.
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|Primary Occupation:||Martial Artist|
|Secondary Occupation (optional):||Medical Practioner|
|Appearance:||Jed is old, but his lifetime practice of Kung Fu and Tai Chi have left him in excellent health. He's quick, average strength, but quite virile and has great endurance.|
|Initial Personality:||Calm, cheerful, full of life. His quiet persona often manifests itself in loud good natured fun, but not at anyone's personal expense.|
|Underlying Personality:||More of the same. There is nothing false about Jedikiah. He Keeps harsh opinions to himself unless they could be helpful or instructive. |
His years of meditation and material practices have left him a satisfied and happy person.
He takes pleasure in all he can
Will help those in need, pain, or loss.
|Known History:||Born, 2430, on the core he was raised by a modest, lower middle class family on Sihnon. |
In his early teens be began to follow the forms and practices of Kung Fu and Tai Chi, following a learned teacher, Sang-Fen. He studied medicine, and graduated with little fanfare in 2445.
Working the lower class hospitals, travelling the Core and Border worlds, and a few trips to the Rim, to places that were most in need of medical assistance. He met the second great love of his life (Marlena), another doctor that worked the harder places of the 'verse. They were married and travelled distant Rim Worlds and the 'verse.
Everywhere they went Jed also studied with the local martial art masters, learning and teaching.
2477-2478 A Paquin Carnivale
2479-2505 all over the rim and border systems.
Just before the war they were separated, she served on the Independant side of the war, but contact was lost.
During the war he was pressed into service as a surgeon on an Alliance hospital ship, again serving well, but with little notice or distinction.
2508-2511. Alliance Hospital Ship
2511-2512. Paquin Rehabilitation Hospital
He has maintained a humble attitude, doing his duty and making the world around him, those he meets and himself into the best they can be. Still following the Taoist practices of Yin/Yang and the Book of the Way.
His second love remains missing in action, presumed dead.
2513- Jed has travelled the verse, taking positions on various ships but has decided to settle on a moving space station. He would like to pass on his knowledge to deserving students. He has contacted the most promising and let them know that he will be providing his most prized teachings to any who wish to come and learn them.
|Other History:||He met the first love of his life in medical school (Claudette), and she was lost as she chose another, someone destined for greater things, like a successful career. He never learned that Claudette was pregnant by him, never married anyone and raised his child, who in turned has procreated a large family. They have recently learned of their true Paternal Heritage.|
Jed has not.
His second love Marlena is indeed dead. A few know of her death in a battle but have not known to contact Jed about the details.
|Skills and Strengths:||Martial Arts|
Jed, as a long time practioner of the 'soft hands' technique of Tai Chi and the 'hard hand' of Kung Fu is a master of unarmed combat and ancient weapons. He will rarely use this skill, and when things degnerate to the point where it must be used, he will do everything to limit it to purely defensive.
This does not mean he cannot act with some force, but only if a situation clearly merits it.
For example, he would deal with rowdies in a bar with humility and allow himself to be harmless tossed about and thrown out, but if pirates boarded a ship and he realized they were going to kill everyone, he would react with deadly counter-force to protect himself and crew.
Medical, both of the ancient holistics methods: natural remedies, acupuncture, acupressure, five elements; and also modern surgical techniques, including combat related due to his experiences in the war.
His skills of perception are finely honed. He's aware of things around him and is able to see the best in people, especially those he is around for any period of time.
Jed practices numerous crafts and artistic pursuits, but he is not a master or even journeyman of any of them. He enjoys them for the meditative and yet still practical uses. Basketry, painting, calligraphy, he has practiced and moved on through many through the years. And the violin....
Ability on the violin is decent, he could play at the local square dance or a small local symphony, but he is far from the middle echelon of a professional musician.
He is old
He's been to just about to near half the verse at some time or another. Though without many useful contacts, he has left a wake of good deeds behind him without any fame or legacy.
|Weaknesses:||He is old. Certainly not near as fast or strong as he was 30 years ago, much less 50 years ago. |
He still has some hope that Marlena is still alive somewhere, though with each passing year, it diminishes. Other than the cruelty and hatred he sees and cannot yet fathom, it is the one heavy thing he holds in his heart.
Jedikiah is familiar with Comm systems, barely, he can operate the CORTEX and the Ship's Comm but with slow cautious imprecision. No other technical or mechanical ability.
|Captain: Travis Chao (Tojoyama)|
|Pilot: Newt Declan (Space Cowboy)|
|Medic/Bodyguard: Mylena Yee (Buttongirl)|
|Gunhand: Luke OMalley (Magi)|
|Tech Specialist: Minato Kaneshiro (Raithfire)|
|Quartermaster/Gunhand: Jax (Rolemancer)|
|Primary Occupation:||Stormtrooper / Space Marine / Space Breach Specialist|
|Secondary Occupation (optional):||Security / Bodyguard / Salvager|
|Equipment:||Alliance Military Assault Space Suit, Pistol, Assault Rifle, Short Shot Gun, |
Clothing: Various uniforms, casual outfits and formal attire.
In Storage: A collection of various military reproduction weapons and paraphernalia.
A traditional one shot set of dueling pistols.
|Appearance:||Very fit. Good looking features. Always neat and tidy. There is no room for sloppiness in personal form, clothing or conduct.|
6' 2", 210 lbs.
|Initial Personality:||A cookie cutter stereotypical classical soldier. Polite, professional, stand-offish, reserved; yet friendly and accommodating.|
Rex will approach a situation with some ability to show some reflection, that is, among upper class socialites he knows the stiff collar and upper lip.
And among rowdy soldiers full of testosterone and estrogen he can rough and tumble and toss and grumble like a old school trooper, which he is.
|Underlying Personality:|| Rex is also the poster boy for long lost anal retentive professional soldier. Not much tolerance for sloppy silly civilians or those that have had an easy and protected life. It's one reason he seems to have found a life in the black. Hard folk working a hard life. Something he can respect. |
He has had no close friendships or love interests since before the war. Those he had ended badly. Death, a selling out to the military industrial complex. His life seemed to have died with the war. Honor, Loyalty, Tradition.
When at ease he can laugh, drink, flirt and still have a good time; almost always with one eye open and one less drink than the rest.
Corporate and individual greed, selfishness, stupidity, laziness, sloth... he despises.
|Known History:||Born in a Londinium superb in 2480, Rex Yangtree was the latest generation of a long line of traditional military family. Four generations of working middle class Enlisted ranks, sergeants, warrant officers and then the latest generation, to include Rex, went to Officer's School, Rex at the age of 18. While not initially something the elders in the family endorsed, it was accepted. Rex excelled and by the time Civil War broke out Rex Yangtree was a trained and experienced soldier in the Marines with a specially in Ship to Ship infantry combat, that is, breaching and defending ships from infiltration. They called them Stormtroopers.|
Rex was a Major by the end of the war and highly decorated. He was also a rare survivor of a specialty that had a high rate of death. Rex 'was lucky', a few burns, small bullets nicks and fragmentation scars.
After the war the need for Stormtroopers was nil. An attempt by him and his family and contacts to find a place for him in the downsizing military went for naught. Rex was too bitter and unqualified for a desk job. The senselessness of the war, the pain, the loss of friends and loved ones. The devotion to profit and the shift to corporate structure... He resigned and took to the black.
Since then he has toured the black, hired out as a mercenary, bodyguard, salvage due to his space-faring skills. Not much work for blasting one's way onto a errant spaceship.
|Other History:||A torrid love affair just before the war with the daughter of an Admiral that did not approve of his family lineage. The affair was broken up. A child left behind that he only became aware of much later. A reunion with the mother and child did not last long.|
|Skills and Strengths:|| Major Yangtree is a career fully trained professional space marine with a specialty in breaching enemy ships and defending against the same. Space suit, weapons, hand to hand training, limited explosives and welding.|
Code of Conduct: Rex has the professional Alliance Officer code. Honor, tradition, loyalty.
|Weaknesses:|| Regrets: He's not found any place in the verse for himself except being a soldier. Some occasion depression and PTSD from his years of service. But it it not debilitating.|
Cynic. He doesn't really believe in anything except his code of conduct.
He can kill an enemy with little remorse but will show mercy when possible without exposing himself or others to foolish risk.
Skills are limited to soldiering.
Socially he can mix in dress uniform or tux as well as fatigues and bunkhouse. But deep down he remains cautious and reserved. Friends have never lasted long given his profession.
No piloting, technical or engineering except for some small specialty craft and gear for breaching and fighting.
|Primary Occupation:||Bounty Hunter|
|Secondary Occupation (optional):||Law Man / Retired. Passenger|
|Appearance:||Unkept. He's clean enough, but ragged - by virture of his clothing and scraggly unshaven and hardened leathered face. Brown somewhat splotchy tanned face and arms from extended time outdoors. Hard leather-like skin, face and hands especially; lifelong work hard body, rode hard and put up wet on more than a few occasions.|
|Faceclaim:||Lee van Cleef|
|Initial Personality:||Intimidating. Or Tired. He's been a lot of things along the way. Now just using his old skills to hunt down the worst and hardest to get to criminals out on the rim. He's not motivated so much by the money or the just nature of the calling as he is by his own natural ability at this sort of work. He's good at it, so the good lord must approve. Easy enough manner on a ship or by a campfire; doesn't seek out or avoid friendly or adversarial encounters.|
|Underlying Personality:||Easier to approach than his appearance suggests. He's still religious though he's given over to his hardened natures. An instrument of vengeance he sees the lord using him to seek out and provide versly justice to those that merit it, or for whatever purpose the lord has put him too. It's a rationalization for where his life has led him to; he's aware of that, but too worn down to put up a fight about it, internally or otherwise. Life, and the good lord, has seen fit to put a gun in his hand; so he'll use it for whatever means a violent life can do in the name of something better.|
- smokes a pipe on occasion.
- golf has taken an interest in him. Good player, but not as good as he wants. Takes it very seriously as a way to focus his mind, but has sent a couple clubs into a lake or two.
|Known History:||Cowboy, hunter, tracker, sheriff, bounty hunters. Born and raised on the vast plains and ranches of Hera he gave it up long ago when his herd got sick and died. Raised religious in a strict Christian church he was raised and somewhat followed the fire'n brimstone type before he mellowed; and strayed. |
Born: 2472 on Hera.
Raised a rancher; cowboy, herder, a regular bronco bustin sonuvagun that never missed church on Sunday. Nicknamed 'Breaker' for his fine skills with wild horses and bringing them to the rein. He carried on plenty on Saturday nights spending his money on liquor and loose women. Then he met a girl that started in on settling him down; got him going to church. Married him young, the both of them.
2500-2507. Then the herd died. The local town dried up. His pretty girl took sick.
He'd taken to gun-for-hire to pay the medical bills until he caught on as a sheriff in a rural group of small towns.
Mrs. Chao died in a frightful sickly manner.
Travis continued working the small towns, kicking out the bad elements; got a knack for confrontations and a solid reputation for 'cleaning' up towns and being slick and fast on the draw; if and when the need required it.
2507-2512. War. Six years as an Alliance grunt and military policeman. Got some education on the law and such. Not much. Enough his associates told him, to make for a good solid life later in the security or marshal service.
Six years of the dead and the maimed; six years of dragging around the worst of Alliance and Browncoat prisoners.
2512-2518. Assistant Deputy Federal Marshal for a year.
Then for hire Sheriff at a few localities, being hired to come in and clean it up.
The bigger security firms started spreading out, he tried that, didn't like it. Rules and higher muckity mucks more interested in something called 'the bottom line'.
So it was move on down the line. Travis took out a Bounty Licence and has been tracking down and rooting out the worst of those out on the rim in the places most don't see the pay off of going to for the smaller bounties on the bad men that warrent more attention by the law.
He's got a good reputation for being one that will take a bounty in a crack or crevice of the Rim; expenses and a smaller percentage of the bounty makes for a mutually beneficial arrangement for Chao and his employers.
2518-2519. Working a bounty on Greenleaf with a new partner. Went into the jungle woods to get them. Some small but nasty gang called themselves the Conquistadors. They got two of the four, and they got his partner. He left a comm marker for the planet Marshal to come get them and he went after the other two.
They got away. He got lost. For ten months.
Lived a bit with some illegal squatters or tribe of folks that wanted to be left alone.
Finally bumped in to a bunch of hunter gather types who helped him get back to a civilized town.
|Other History:||The one short marriage.|
Numerous personal relationships of some length though little depth. many aquaintences and those that would support his reputation as a reasonably contankerous sort that will get the job done if'n it's not too far outside the law and in a more or less morally straight line.
|Skills and Strengths:||Cowboy - Riding, breeding horses and cattle, bronco busting, horse and dog training.|
Outdoorsman - tracker, stalker, camo.
Weapons - pistol and rifle of competence and experience. Will use a knife as needed. His fast draw talent is still respectable, through experience as much as raw speed; he's not lickity split much any more.
Experienced - Wily like a fox, hard like nails, intimidating. Like a stone in a tough spot, will stand his ground or take cover; sizes up a situation and seizes the moment well.
Brawling - dirty and viscious, but tends to avoid it.
Golf - fair to middling player, but obsessed.
|Weaknesses:||Uneducated, limited technical ability, sirly, limited imagination and creativity.|
Golf - it drives him crazy.
A temper: be it an outburst out of controlled, or a cold hard determined anger; he can boil over and keep boiling.
Vengeance. He don't object to being the instrument of justice agin those deserving it and long overdue.