G.A.S.H.er's - The Beginning of the End SIGN UP THREAD (CLOSED!!)

Name: Ann
Job Profession (Scientist, Soldiers, or your choice of profession on the OR): Scientist
Hair: Red, long, usually partially pulled back by a headband, loves to add chunks of color to her hair depending on mood, like bright green when feeling happy ect
Eyes: grey
Body Type: average, slim waist, C cup
Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): human
History: (OPTIONAL) Ann is a country girl at the heart. She grew up on one of the last natural farms on earth Prime. As a child she loved digging in the ground and seeing what she could grow. She went to school and got a bachelor's degree in biology, a master's degree in horticulture and a doctorate in plant physiology. Curious about the Universe she volunteered to go to the OR. At the OR she is usually in the her work sector studying the plant life and harvesting food for everyone. The work sector is amazing to her, a combination of modern technologically advanced tools and the plant beds filled with lush vegetation. You can find her leaning against a plant bed reading Jane Austen or relaxing to music on her itunes5000. She is the very quiet but not so shy girl that everyone is friendly with.
Dress: usually tanks or camis, loves to wear black or dark color cargo pants or cargo capris. and of course hightop sneakers!
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NAME: Amberelle De'Espionne ; a.k.a. : Amby
JOB: Soldier
RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): geneticly "enhanced" human - NO cyber
HAIR: golden blonde w/ sun bleached streaks.. thick, wavy and waist length. Usually worn in a braid, ponytail or a combination, with wispy bangs.
EYES: golden topaz, iris' are feline
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Amby is tall, five feet eleven inches in her bare feet. Her physique is extremely toned from a lifetime of intense physical training.. sculpted abs, muscled arms and legs, quick reflexes. She is a classic hourglass figure... long legs, large breasts, curvy hips and a small waist.

HISTORY:
She never talks about the time before she enlisted. But since day one Amberelle was faster, stronger and more agile than all of her fellow recruits. She handled a weapon without fear like it was second nature to her and fought with skill and grace. Those who knew how to read these things looked at her and saw a shadow there behind her, always seeming to chase her as she pushed ahead as hard as she could, like the hounds of hell were on her heels. She's always a little aloof, staying apart from the rest with an attitude somewhere between suspicion and shyness. Every assignment was to the foulest, most uninhabited places where no one wanted to be. Every time she requested it.

The OR was no exception.

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PERSONAL MEDIUM: I do 3D (Poser / Bryce etc) and photo/screenshot manip
SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: several pics of various incarnations of Amberelle exist in my DA gallery : www.temprah.deviantart.com

Count me in - sorry it's at the last minute. I've gone back to school and my life has been turned frickin' upside down!

NAME: Shaelynn Leali - Shae for short
JOB: Combat Medic
RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Human
HAIR: dark blonde, length is mid back but usually worn pulled back or up
EYES: large and serious, blue-ish-gray color
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 28 years old, 5'4', curvy figure usually hidden under the gear and clothing required to live on Earth Prime.
HISTORY: Shae is a doctor (very loosely based on my SWG character) still living on Earth Prime. She is one of the few medical professionals left in the brutal conditions. Life is uncertain and volatile...she has had to adapt to having little supplies and medicine to work with. Caring and sensitive by nature, she has been forced to shut away her gentler side in order to survive.

Desktop size - 1920 x 1200
PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: I do mainly 3D art
SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: http://diabolicalart.250free.com/Temp/shaebeammeup
(this is old I may try to do a newer character portrait if I have time)

Character bio

Name: Kafil
Job Profession (Scientist, Soldiers, or your choice of profession on the OR): Soldier
Hair: very dark, very short, no facial or body hair
Eyes: deep dark brown, with piercing gaze
Body Type: rugged, well-muscled, athletic build, 6ft3in height

Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): Human, with one small highly classified implantHistory: (OPTIONAL) He lay awake in bed with his arms behind his head. Once again he allowed his thoughts to drift, causing him to remember the term his mother had used for him - "dreamer". "Kafil, you are my little dreamer" she would whisper to him while pulling him close to her.

For a very long time he could remember her face, her smell. Those memories had long since vanished, blown away with the ill wind that had swept the world, bringing death to most, and pain to those who survived. Not all pain was physical. Only the lucky ones endured physical pain. There was another, deeper, more terrible kind - the kind Kafil had. Pain of loosing. Pain of suffering. And worst of all, pain of longing. Of wanting. Wanting what? He laughed at himself for these foolish wanderings of his mind. He knew it was futile, but he could no more prevent it than he could prevent the sun from shining.

He also knew, of course, exactly what he longed for, what he wanted. A woman. And not just any woman. A very special woman. A very particular woman. One who shared his idea that technology should exist for the needs of humans, not the other way around. One who would not think him crazy for enjoying music. Not that madeup crap they piped thru the speakers here at the OR. Real music. Made with instruments so long forgotten that many thought it was just a fairytale. One who wouldnt laugh at him for reading books. Real books, with real pages. And ink that you could actually smell. The hell with downloading data into your memory chips! He wanted to actually hold the book in his hands, slowly devouring it chapter by chapter. He felt the same way about a woman. He wanted to devour her one chapter at the time. Turn her pages, making new discoveries with each slowly read paragraph.

Kafil punched his pillow and turned on his side. And did he really think he would find a woman like that here on the OR? If such a creature even existed, she would surely not be in this God-forsaken hell-hole. Or would she? He certainly had not found her in his other ramblings through the universe. And he had been everywhere. The duties of a soldier with skills such as his meant constant travel. It also meant no place to call home. And what difference did that make, really, without someone to share a home? Finding that "someone" was out of the question for him. No woman had ever looked twice at him. The few who overcame the shock of learning about his special implant, simply found it impossible to look past his deep dark velvety skin. In an age when all births were generated by simply placing an order and filling out forms, his naturally inherited trait was seen as a genomic odity, and to the unkowing, it was even considered a flaw.

Punching his pillow harder this time, Kafil sighed deeply, and turned once again. Who knows, maybe she exists after all, he laughed to himself. One could always hope, always dream......


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Name: Nova Piestewa
Job Profession (Scientist, Soldiers, or your choice of profession on the OR): Scientist-turned-soldier
Hair: Auburn, graying a little
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Not super ripped, but a little more built than average, athletic, tall
Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): Cyborg – nanotattoo, ornate robotic finger
History: (OPTIONAL)

Nova became a little disillusioned with her field after her boyfriend tried to shoot her in an attempt to save humanity from her Godplay. A biochemist by training, she moved to the fine career option of flying around and blowing shit up once she finished healing over – physically, at least. The Outer Rim was as good a place as any to escape a human-fanatic ex hell-bent on destroying all machines and cyborgs.

When asked about her robotic pinky finger, she usually said that this was why you shouldn’t play with knives. No, she couldn’t claim anything so dignified as a lab accident; she’d lost her little finger in a drunken knife fight she barely remembers. She could have gotten a replacement finger that looked like flesh and bone, but at the time she thought the shiny metal, engraved with fine lines and swirls, looked pretty badass and would push her boyfriend’s buttons. She hadn’t realized quite how fanatical, how dangerous he’d become, but even if she had, she probably still would have baited him. It was just her way.

The nanotat came later, after the whole shooting incident; an enhancement to the silver finger, it continued the pattern of swirls down her hand, climbing up to her shoulder. The silvery color complimented the shots of steely gray that ran through her hair. She’d done it because she was pissed – the same reason she made most of her decisions these days. Piloting her stealth bomber, pitch black with ‘Firebird’ stenciled on the side, was one of the few choices she’d made with a clear head and a full heart; it had just felt right, from the moment she slipped into the cockpit.

Maybe out in the black she would finally heal.

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By VEX

By RYALA

By ME

Name: Alexandra (Sasha) Borodin
Job Profession (Scientist, Soldiers, or your choice of profession on the OR): Scientist
Hair: pale blond, almost white.
Eyes: Brown
Body Type: slender
Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): Cyborg – enhanced eyes, can increase sight to the microscopic level. Almost unnoticable except when changing magnification there is brief glow of circuits. Cybernetic Heart. Lifetime guarantee. Lower half of her legs, from the knee down. Usually hidden by thigh high boots.

History: (OPTIONAL)
Will finish the history tomorrow

Screenshots:
Created in sims2. Best I could do in such a short time.

Character bio

:borg Name: SIXX (6) , birthname: Adienei
:borg Job Profession (Scientist, Soldiers, or your choice of profession on the OR): Soldier/Assassin
:borg Hair: Dark Blue with teal highlights
:borg Eyes: Crystal blue with cyberntic tracks
:borg Body Type: ean and extremely agile,
:borg Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): Cyborg
CHARACTERISTICS: most of her bio machinery is internal except in her left arm , which she usually keeps covered. Her eyes also have tracks from her Cortical Node and Neural Processor. Her right arm is heavily tattooed with odd symbols...
ABILITIES: Being Cyborg does have its advantages.. She's highly intelligent, quick learner, expert marksman and swordsman, with the help of her neural processor she has the ability to regenerate at a steady pace, though as frail as she may look she's extremely strong.

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:borg History:
Adopted when she was only a few months old. Adienei grew up in a loving household. The daughter of a general in the Special Ops section, General Erosilli, and Akasha Erosilli an expert swordsman who taught at the nearby training camps.
She never got along well with the humanoid children her age. This was cause by the obsessive name calling, picking on and endless, what Adienei thought.."stupid questions".
She would spend countless hours with her mother daily at the training facilities, surpassing first her mothers students and eventually her mother as well. At the age of 14 she became one of the youngest trainers at the facility.
She worked along side her mother, also studying every other form of combat she found interesting. With the way the worlds were turning it would take every ounce of knowledge for her to survive on her own.
Shortly after her fathers retirement things started to turn sour for Adienei. Her parent seemed to be withdrawn and very secretive. After a years time and constant nagging, Adienei found out that they had joined up with one of the elite radicalist group. Sharing the same views as her family she tagged along to the meetings, until one by one fellow members were being taken away and never seen from again. One day she woke and found that her parents had been taken, Adienei went into hiding.. Her parents were never returned.
Adienei became numb, and wanted revenge. She sought out the people tied to her parents abduction torturing them for information, once she had what she wanted she would kill them and go on to the next till finally she found the prison were her parents had been held, tortured, tested on like lab rats and killed. She took it upon her self that this would never happen to anyone else, ever.
Word got out about her abilities and her actions to certain people and she was confronted by a member of an extremely secret organisation of assassins. Following her heart she joined up with the Circle of Assassins and shortly became known as only the number 6 or SIXX. She is one of the most sought after hired guns among the worlds.

:borg Screenshots:
http://www.morbidmystic.com/gallery/g2data/albums/Sci-Fi/SIXX%20Character.jpg
http://www.morbidmystic.com/gallery/g2data/albums/Sci-Fi/Adienei%20Sixx.jpg

Name: Larson. Just Larson.
Profession: Soldier
Hair: Light brown buzz cut, about an inch longer on top
Eyes: Brown, eye patch worn over left eye (optional - see history)
Body Type: Athletic build with muscular definition (not like a body builder or weight lifter, leaner and smaller) Skin looks normal, slightly tanned with various scars from the war, including a scar that runs from his chin along the line of his jaw for a couple of inches.
Cyborg: Left eye is not human looking. Looks robotic. Left hand is robotic too.
History: Larson was born human and captured by Cyborg during the invasion and the subsequent war that followed. He served as a soldier in the 10th legion of Centaurus before being captured by the Cyborgs. Larson and several other soldiers in his legion were used in experiments fusing Cyborg technology with human DNA. His left eye and left hand are robotic, a silver like metal skeleton serves as his left hand. Larson was the only known survivor. The compound was later destroyed during a raid, at which time Larson was rescued.
But that was only the beginning of the bad in his life. Shunned by strangers, Larson could not even find any comfort among friends. They too seem to fear the new Larson. He resorted to wearing gloves and an eye path, but the damage was already done. Word traveled fast, and everywhere he went, he was branded as a Cyborg.
He returned to his home only to find that too had been destroyed in the war, and all those he loved were either dead or missing.
Cold and now void of any semblance of human emotion, Larson headed for the OR. He no longer tries to hide what he is from the eyes of those around him. Out here, on the Outer Rim, he has a job to do, and it matters little who or what you are. All that matters out here is the job.
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Name: Morgan Starkiller
Job Profession): Soldier (veteran)
Hair: Salt and pepper
Eyes: hazel
Body Type: classic body build (think Spartan)
Human or Cyborg (please be descriptive in your technology enhancements): Human, in his mid-forties, handsome in a gruff way; has a couple of facial scars that add to his looks instead of taking away from it. Morgan has a mainly serious and intense expression but a small little quirk at the left corner of his mouth helps relieve it from being dour.

History:
Morgan is a grizzled veteran of the Mars battles and even as far back to battles on Old Earth. He has traveled the stars being both grunt and fighter pilot. As a good soldier, he has made it a point to be the best and to push himself and those under him to be their best. After all, when your lives at stake, you need to trust those around you will back you up and be at your side, go toe-to-toe with the enemy. Morgan has hand-picked his squad from those that have showed true grit and can take his harsh berating and quirky humor. His squad members know that is his way of showing that he cares. He knows how harsh war can be and passes on these harsh lessons he himself learned in combat to the rookies under his command.

But there came a time when one vicious battle meant the near end of Morgan. His squad was outnumbered, his backup was trapped and couldn’t reach him, and he was in charge of highly destructive bomb. This was a space battle and he was flying. With odds heavily against him, Morgan set off to end the fight in such dire circumstances. The bomb was destined for a heavy cruiser that was their target but with t he enemy constantly getting more ships into the sector, Morgan took that bomb to the systems star. He knew one day he would die but he didn’t want to go down without a fight. His squad didn’t question his mission and stayed with him, fighting off enemy ships.

He activated the bomb and launched it toward the star. Morgan stayed to watch it make contact and start of the explosion. Then he fast tracked his ship as fast as it could go to get out of the system, to get to a jump point.
Weeks later, Morgan woke up in an infirmary, not remembering what happened after that fateful battle. Now, he was listed as Morgan Starkiller, his squad was nowhere to be found, and he had an assignment to OR.
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Been a while since I've participated! Work and school, work and school! Barely any time for play!

Since there are so many female characters, decided to be contrary and make a male one. ;) Must not forget the men!

Liesel

Character bio

Name: Jewel Castell
Job Profession: Scientist
Hair: Bob cut with a long front, black with red streaks
Eyes: Dark Sky Blue
Body Type: Medium muscles
Misc.: Wears light makeup (if any at all), normally a serious or stern look on her face
Human or Cyborg: Human with one part implant (on her upper left arm, but is always hidden by a black armband)
History: Once a soldier, Jewel was the best there could be. Earned many commendations, but was always humble and insisted she not be praised. All of that changed when she was removed from infantry because of an event she had no control over. Because of her well-earned medals and her reputation in the military, she was not discharged. Instead, she was forced to a desk where she would work, unhappy. Eventually, the woman would quickly catch on to the research and development of a scientist and it wasn't long before she could keep up with the best of them. Is she truly interested in the science and scientists of the OR? Or is she really just looking for battle again?Her history has always reminded her that the cyborgs are not your friends. After seeing many of her friends and family killed by them (or situations caused by them), she has decided to be.. cyborg-ist (racist). She refuses to become friends with one and she has no qualms in dropping a friend like a hat if she suspects implants.

The ironic thing is, the woman herself has an implant. While most of it is invisible, there is enough that shows for her to cover it at all times. Shameful and disgusted by her implant, she wears a black armband on her left upper arm at all times.

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Photo Reference: Coming soon.

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Thrown together at the last minute, because I procrastinated. :( But hopefully I got this in on time, and it's a-okay! May be edited later.

NAME: Cornelius Trent

JOB: Scientist

RACE (other than human; ie Cyborgs): Cyborg

HAIR: sparse and white

EYES: pale green

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: 5' 7" tall 120 lbs, 97-years-old, gaunt with greyish skin. Wears tailored suits that have life-support and exoskeletal equipment built in or threaded through.

HISTORY: Mr. Trent resides on Earth Prime trading in mechanical, bio-organic, and biological products and goods. He looks to the world as a frail man approximately 50-years old. most of his internal organs have been replaced with organs and cybernetics that he has accepted in trade over the course of time.

Mr. Trent takes powerful anti-rejection medication to accept parts not designed specifically for him. The combination of the chemicals and alien/man-made parts has over time drained him of the appearance of human warmth and given his skin an almost cadaverish sheen. His voice is smooth and strong but with a distant, synthetic quality. An insatiable and cunning will to survive coupled with the innate strengths of his artificial components and exoskeleten make him capable of surprising bursts of physical activity.

Mr. Trent is opportunistic, ruthless, and cunning -- friendly but not warm, pleasant and poised but not in the least caring.

PREFERRED PERSONAL CHOICE OF MEDIUM: Freehand Digital Art

SCREENSHOTS OR PHOTO URLS: No screenshots...go to town! I just made him up and I'm dying for you to show me what he looks like!

omgs... last minute place holder here! Just found out about this one yesterday.

Character bio

Name: Clair D’Lune
Job Profession :
Supply Officer in charge of shipping and receiving for O.R. Outpost sub contracted through the military (black market racketeer)
Hair:
Short pixyish. Long enough to spike if she wants but does not reach her shoulders. Obviously dyed black. She often wears cute brightly colored barrettes.
Eyes:
pale blue grey
Body Type:
Short (5’4”) athletic build
Human or Cyborg:
Mild cybernetic enhancements with an emphasis on discretion. Her thumb and index finger on both hands have (non visible) tazer implants.
Appearance:
Pale skin. Usually wears darker colored fitted clothing designed for protection and mobility. Cute and girly with large eyes and full lips.
History:
Former military no longer enlisted. Private contractor. Knows plenty that she shouldn’t. Can get just about anything for anyone for the right price. Confident and independant.
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My personal medium is digital freehand or photo manipulation.

Name: Imagen Z.

Job Profession: Scientist

Hair: Deep Auburn mid length

Eyes: Green

Body Type: Tall and athletic - a classical beauty

Human or Cyborg: Female - no kowen enhancements (not to say that there are none)

History:
Imagen's reasons for coming to the OR is a mystery, especially after leaving behind an apparently normal life and a great job working for one of the top Med-Tec companies. When asked her reasons on application, she only expressed a desire to to 'see whats beyond the end' and a small smile.
Of course her application was turned down, but then 2 days later, that decision was reversed through military channels - without explanation. Along with an order to reserve a sealed lab upon her arrival...

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Master Sergeant Hewett dismissed the new troops and watched as they filed out quickly to their new quarters. Various types - newbies, soldiers, scientists...some who volunteered and some who had no choice. One person in particular stood out to Hewett immediately, someone he recognized from years ago. Looking back down at his data screen, he noted the name of the individual and felt his skin grow cold.

With a deep, resonating voice that was barely above a whisper, Hewett called the individual over. 'Sergeant Conrad.'

She looked at him with an expressionless face, her brown eyes neither inviting or telltale of her feelings. If she recognized him, she showed no signs of it. Quickly the Sergeant came front and center in an almost disinterested salute.

'Yes, Master Sergeant Hewett?'

Hewett looked at her for a long moment, her focused gaze looking passed his head in attention. 'Do you remember me, Sergeant?'

Her eyes focused onto his face. Still no spark of recognition, but just like the old days, she surprised him. 'Yes, Master Sergeant. I remember you.'

'At ease,' Hewett said quietly. Conrad did so and brought her arms behind her back, tipping her head to the side and giving him a slight smile. 'So a Sergeant now?'

'Aye, Master Sergeant Hewett.'

Nodding, Hewett looked around the flight deck, watching the tail of the new troops finally leave the area. He took a step forward and looked her dead in the eye.

'This isn't Mars Outpost, Sergeant. Not by a long shot. I heard about what happened there, and if I heard about it, so has everyone else.'

The easy smile fell from her face.

'Tread softly, Cait. You have no friends here.'

'Not even you, Rick?' Her warm brown eyes suddenly grew cold, glittering with something underneath.

Hewett took a step back and called over his shoulder. 'Nichols!' A slender man in his thirties ran up to him and stood at attention.

'This is Sergeant Conrad. Consider her your twin.' Looking back at Caitlinn, Hewett looked at her from head to toe. 'Sergeant,' she stood back at attention, 'This is Corporal Nichols. Dimissed!'

Both soldiers looked at each other and then moved in a trot off the flight deck. Taking his data screen, he slapped it against his thigh and said softly to no one in particular...

'Welcome to the End.'