Link to the IC: the-misadventures-the-space-trotters-t46319.html

This is the official Out Of Character thread for the upcoming game "The Space Trotter Mercenary Company". All character sheets must be posted here and approved before you can jump in. Currently, there are myself and three others playing; I'm willing to accept two more players, so if the Interest Check thread caught your eye, or you're looking for a sci-fi roleplay, well then inquire here :).

The character sheet should go something like this, but feel free to add anything you'd like/need to flesh out your character...

Name:
Age:
Occupation(s):
Gender:
Race/Species:
Physical Description: (A worded description is kind of a requirement; include a pic if you like, but I like to use my words :P)
Work History:
Equipment:
Possessions:
Vehicles:
Biography:

Alien races are fine, so long as they're not godly. Humor is and will be encouraged! Remember, no one's perfect, and if you're the type to work as an intergalactic mercenary and live on a ship... Well you've probably got SOME kind of issues :P.

The Standard Year is 2627. Humanity has spread throughout the galaxy, thanks to their own advancements and the help of superior/advanced races. Law and Order is quite frankly very different from system to system; most systems have legalized many kinds of drugs and other 'wordly' pleasures such as prostitution and the like. Though that's not to say you can't get in trouble for having said controlled substances; pirating and illegal manufacturing and distribution is a huge no-no. Those governments and corporations want their cut!

I'm honestly not a huge science guru, or astrologist, so I'm not gonna be able to tell you where such and such planet is located in the galaxy... That's something I'm just gonna wing XD. But you have the option to come from pretty much any kind of planet you'd like.

Any questions about anything or ideas can be posted here, or PM me. Take it easy and have fun :)

Name: Arknes Delute
Age: 31
Occupation(s): Pilot, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter.
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Physical Description: Arknes stands at an impressive Six feet and Four inches, and weighs Two-Hundred and Fifty-Two pounds. His dark brown hair is shoulder length, kept tied back or in braids. He sports a perpetual five o'clock shadow, and has bright green eyes. His skin is a light brown, and he has numerous scars from his time as a soldier, and tattoos that adorn his chest, back, and arms.
He usually wears comfortable and useful clothing; cargo type pants with many pockets for tools, ammo, gizmos, etc. His favorite jacket is a little below waist length, and has numerous outside and inside pockets. Except when he's resting, taking it easy, or strictly 'off the clock' for going out, he wears sturdy combat-type boots. He also has many pairs of sun-glasses, and an assortment of hats and head gear that he wears.
Work History: 15-18; clerk in his uncle's grocery store. 18-26; soldier in Eluto's armed-forces (Honorably Discharged). 26-Now; Freelancer, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, and whatever the hell else he wanted to do.
Equipment: Blaster Rifle (90 round energy cell, modified cooling mechanism and extended barrel), Pistol (16 round non-energy bullet clip), knife (12"), Hand-cuffs, stun-rod, Bounty Hunter's License and Registration card.
Possessions: Communicator, Galactinet Headset (head-gear that covers one ear and one eye, offering take-anywhere access to the Net.), cigarettes, lighter, wallet.
Vehicles: Converted Space Freightor (can sleep 12 passengers comfortably, large cargo area, two light laser cannons attached to hull, one heavy laser cannon attached to hull.), Speeder (Planet-side transport, seats five passengers and driver).
Biography: Arknes was born into a military family; ever since he could remember, he wanted to join the military like his father and uncle had did. It helped them get a head start in life after discharge, and he wanted the excitement the job would offer. He served well, racking up kills and commendations while there. He fought mostly in contracted wars; pretty much a mercenary, a soldier rented to other systems who had problems. That's where he truly learned to pilot, and was trained for fighting and a harsh lifestyle.
After his discharge, he still had the wander-lust that brought him to the service in the first place. So he took the money he'd saved, bought a ship at an auction, and outfitted it as a mercenary ship. He formed his first crew with a long-time friend from the service and a few other like-minded individuals. They spent a few years together, losing some to them quitting, getting fired, or getting killed in a few select cases. Others joined to fill the spots and left over time, but Arknes' long-time friend and partner stuck around. Even though sometimes the jobs are ridiculous, and sometimes hard to come by, Arknes and his crew always get by. And through it all, even if the crew is a bit dysfunctional, they always share a sense of comraderie with one another.
Arknes enjoys the simple things in life; he enjoys going out and having drinks, the company of his comrades, the company of women, cigarettes and cigars, action shows and sports, Twinkies, and all kinds of simple feel-good stuff.
Arknes tends to be the loud, boisterous, brash type. He's not afraid to tell you exactly how he feels about you, and tell you that you're fucking up if you are. He's also quick to anger if someone eats food that's specifically labeled his, especially his sweets, ESPECIALLY his Twinkies..

Hey Axle, not to put a damper on things, but when you make the RP it auto-creates an OOC and has a built-in character sheet. Perhaps the things that are in your character sheet should be requirements for the basic character sheet given when you create the roleplay. Though, if you want to pre-approve characters I suppose this is the way to do it.

Twankays!

I'll have the boy up aysap, chile, soon's I'm done passing out. Methinks it would be nice to link the IC in the interest check. :D

Culex, I don't utilize the new-fangled roleplay button thingy up top; I do it old-school, strictly on the forums :P... It was good enough back when I first started on this site! Plus yeah, I just prefer to do it that way :P.

And alright Tae, whenever's good for ya. I'll put a link in both the Interest Check and this thread once I get it up and running.

All righty, then. I'm down with doin' it bare-bones old school. Let's get this ball rollin'.

Name: Veritas Anna Arcturus
Age: I'm twenty-two years young, thanks.
Occupation(s): I got a knack for breakin' into places I'm not wanted using a computer, hell I've even invented equipment for myself that makes it easier on my noodle. I'm also a pretty capable pilot, or so I'm told. Don't quote me on that one, though.
Gender: Are you blind or somethin'? I'm a woman!

Race/Species: Again, you need to check your eyes if you can't see I'm human.
Physical Description: Veritas is a short girl, standing only about five-foot six-inches and sporting a thin, athletic frame. Her skin is a fair, sandy pink tone which compliments her pink lips and emerald green eyes. Her hair is short and a fiery red color, which is often put up in a ponytail as it is cut in a fairly messy manner. Her face is a thin v-shape, her cheekbones highly exaggerated and high up on her face. Her eyes are relatively close-set and rest somewhat low on her face, finding themselves on either side of her small, pinched nose. Her chin is rounded but thin, and drops down into her short, slender neck. Her neck runs down on either side to meet her small, rounded shoulders, which extend into short but toned arms which end with two somewhat small hands. Her bosom is a fair size, not too exaggerated but not without presence, while her chest flows down to her rather short but thin stomach. Most of Vertias' height rests in her long, toned legs which are deceptively strong. Her legs end in relatively small feet, though they are usually covered by boots.
Hacker/pilot gear (Visor up), Hacker/Pilot gear (Visor down), Field gear/body shot

Work History: Veritas has a... Let's say 'colorful' history of hacking into plenty of high-profile outfits. From big business to classified military files, you name it chances are Veritas has hacked it. As an ex-pirate, though she needed to learn how to get herself out of tough jams and thus got the hang of piloting certain simple vehicles. She's usually able to understand most ships, but overly-complex models like enormous battlecruiser-esque ships are just a little out of her league.

Equipment: S-59X "Specter" field suit, a bodysuit that hides the heartbeat and vital signs of it's wearer from personal radar devices, thus providing a good psuedo-stealth camouflage but limited armor against lead and metal-based projectiles and little-to-no armor against energy-based projectile weaponry.
B-52G "Banshee" piloting gear, a suit of pilot armor which is designed similarly to the S-59X. It is a bodysuit that allows the wearer comfortable maneuverability while in the cockpit of the vehicle in question and is easily detachable from any binds that one may have to secure themselves in to make for an easy escape after a crash-landing or an easier means to access a tactical abandonment maneuver. It also contains a homing device built-in which can be installed into any radar, allowing one to pinpoint the position of the wearer at all times.
The "Neural-Visual Targeting System and Hacking Visor", a custom piece of equipment made by Veritas herself. The visor immediately analyzes her brainwaves and transmits incoming targets within a 400-mile radius of the wearer directly to the brain, allowing split-second maneuverability and tactical approaches. It will focus in on the nearest ten targets at a time, though alert the wearer if there are more inbound. It also acts as a hacking supplement, allowing the wearer to freely access a computer without the use of a mouse or keyboard due to reading brainwaves and executing procedures based upon readings. This is a one-of-a-kind piece of equipment which only Veritas has.
"Old reliable", a vintage silver six-shooter revolver pistol with a wooden grip. Taken from her father's personal belongings after his death, ammo for such an old weapon is scarce so she only uses this when absolutely necessary. Fires .44 Magnum rounds, which she has a decent amount of but dares not waste them.
An overclocked, modified C-10 Canister Rifle. A long-range rifle that shoots explosive canisters at it's target, which explode approximately .5 seconds after the round hits, allowing for precision killing. A direct hit to the chest, head, or stomach means certain death. A direct hit to a limb means a lost limb. Veritas' weapon is modified with an "Angelic Trumpet" A-23 long barrel, an incredibly long-range and incredibly illegal piece of equipment that increases range by another five-hundred yards over normal range. Illegal because it overclocks the weapon, making the explosive canisters it shoots to have an incredibly hard impact and adding the chance of exploding on-impact.
A P38 Gauss Pistol. Nicknamed the "Scythe" by those in the military, this weapon was made to rip through light armor with ease and rupture vital areas on the body. A shot from this pistol will likely rip through anyone or anything without a suit of military-grade "Shock-stabilizer" heavy armor.
A cache of Punisher Grenades. Military-grade concussive grenades that will likely disorient anyone wearing armor light enough, but are made for taking out heavily-armored adversaries such as mechanical walkers or tanks. A single lightly-armored target has a chance of concussion, but hardly ever serious injury or death.
A tactical combat knife, for swift hand-to-hand kills out in the field on in the event of a boarding scenario.

Possessions: Veritas carries many changes of clothes, as being an outlaw on the run has left it's mark and she is always packing ways to become 'incognito'. She also carries a silver-chained necklace with a jade attached to the end, which is quite the rare mineral these days. Along with her belongings is a picture of her father, framed in an antique golden stopwatch which she keeps as safe as possible.
Vehicles: An SE-58 "Seraph" light, two-seated, four-winged fighter/transport starship. Small enough to maneuver through a large city, but able to sustain secure space travel.

Biography: Growing up on a human-dominated planet was something of a luxury in these times. Many planets had already colonized a vast multitude of races by the time Veritas was born, but planet Ceru had been mostly human-dominated for as long as anyone could remember. Veritas never knew her mother, as she died during childbirth, leaving her father to take care of her full-time. Her father, Sevren Arcturus, decided to get a job with the Galactic Federal Government so as to find a job that he could work at home from. He succeeded, becoming an intergalactic currency and customs agent and while not allowing him to work at home, it allowed him to bring his daughter with him. Veritas only spent about four years of her life on Ceru before traveling the galaxy with her father. Though her time on her home planet was brief, she began to miss it shortly after leaving to her new life of travel with her father.

By the time she was thirteen, her father had become a well-known customs agent for the galaxy, thus defeating his purpose of obtaining the job he had in the first place. He would often have to leave Veritas alone wherever they were staying in order to work. Due to this, Veritas often spent her time on the laptop computer her father gave her for her birthday when she was ten, a top-of-the-line portable computer that wouldn't become outdated for years to come. She slowly became enthralled with technology, the pursuits of the craft and how they worked. Being mostly home-schooled and self-tutored, she would often bring it upon herself to make connections in the towns or cities they stayed in to learn more about her technological pursuits. By the time she was fifteen, she had began to learn advanced techniques using a computer; programming, script writing, software development, and the subject she found the most entrancing of all: hacking.

In just a year she became proficient in the shady practice of hacking and began delving deeper and deeper into it. As she learned more she realized that she never truly dove into the deeper aspects of hacking, thus leaving a hunger for more and more of a challenge. At age sixteen she hacked a stranger's bank account, drained his funds and placed it in a dummy account she had made with an alias. She was never caught, which only fueled the girls' ambition to learn more and hack into more things. Though, as she learned more about hacking she also delved into other technological pursuits, such as building and maintaining technological hardware. She became so adept at it that even her father, who at this point she would see perhaps once a week, recognized her talent. Though when he offered her a job she became scared and declined, as she had been hacking into his forbidden files to look through other classified documents that were concealed by his government job, but the gesture of kindness did not go unnoticed to Veritas and her suspicion of her father not recognizing her talents that had since risen then dissipated. With that she learned over the next few years to open up much more to her father, though keeping secret her life as a hacker.

At age eighteen the unthinkable happened when she got word that her father was shot and killed on-location while attempting to defend a superior of his from an assassin. All Veritas received was a phone call letting her know that her only family had died, killed on the job. Her rage grew and she ultimately blamed the government to whom her father was loyal to for his untimely death. She then took her and her father's money and began to travel the universe, leaving everything behind and looking for her own place in the galaxy, all the while hacking the government's accounts and stealing their money for her own benefit. She eventually bought her Seraph with the stolen funds she had accumulated which allowed her to more easily access the universe at her fingertips, though she would soon find out that the universe was a harsh place.

A year later, she was captured by Space Pirates. When they learned of her technological and hacking prowess, they threatened to kill her if she didn't join up with them. It was an offer she couldn't refuse. For two years she ran with the space pirate crew, who called themselves The Reds, as their primary hacker and weapons maintenance girl. They taught her how to fight, how to fly and how to kill, but the more they taught her the more she learned how to eventually betray these idiots. It didn't take long to undermine the entire crew, all she needed to do was plant fake evidence in the computers of the Captain and the First mate and have them turn on each other. The Reds were finished, and Veritas left with not only knowledge, but a good cache of weaponry. She now finds herself applying for the Space Trotter mercenary group, seeing as it's hard for a person of her stature to get a legitimate job. Though her past is sketchy and her motives are unclear, she will still work to the best of her ability if hired to the mercenary group and with hope, find her true place in the universe.

Looks good Culex; a good hacker is always a welcome addition :).

BTW, if anyone is artistically inclined or has a desire to do a layout of the ship, feel free to do so. I suck at drawing and doing ship layouts especially >.< If anyone gets possessed to do so feel free to PM me with any questions you need to ask.

I have no idea if using "Intergalactic Federation" is appropriate, but you get the idea. Whoever the big space cops/army dudes are. I'm sort of trying something a little different, not sure if this would be considered "overpowered" but I'm really not planning to play it that way. Anyway feel free to ask question or lemme know if I need to change anything or whatever. Cheers!

True Name: Subject H9LcU

Known Name: Shiloh

Age: Appears about 26 is technically hardly old enough to tie his own shoes.

Occupation(s): None

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Genetically Engineered Human.

Physical Description: Shiloh is the ultimate everyman. While he is certainly not capable of transforming himself into a chair or a pair of shoes, Shiloh's genetic structure is malleable to his will. Skin tone, eye color, facial structure, muscle density, within a matter of moments Shiloh can shift to a near mirror image of another human. Its not all fun and games though, holding a disguise is taxing, and as such his DNA can begin to reject the transformation if he hold one too long. To avoid draining himself needlessly while not on a mission Shiloh assumes his true form. He becomes a pale shade of grey, his veins easily visible through the translucent skin. Furthermore he loses pupil pigment, all signs of hair and any part of the body typically made from cartilage. Essentially he looks like a corpse or a vampire, without the fancy fangs. In order to avoid scaring children and drawing attention to himself Shiloh wears whatever is available to cover his flawed appearance.

Work History: Birth-Current; Intergalactic Federation Ghost Program

Equipment: A small shank.

Possessions: About 500 credits. A red scarf, basic non-descript button down brown shirt and cargo pants. All stolen.

Vehicles: None.

Biography: Subject H9LcU's story begins in a space station outside of Gamma-6 nearly a year ago. Specifically the lab belonging to a Dr. Russel Molomak, prized human geneticist working for the IF. Recent breakthroughs had prompted the IF to give the go ahead on his latest project, shape shifters. The initial experiments seemed promising: mice with the ability to change color to blend with surroundings, cats with the ability to increase their size, chimps with the ability to mimic vocal patterns. The project rolled forward, in the following months gaining headway in leaps and bounds. Soon Dr. Molomak had focused his attention to humanity, and the IF, eager for agents who could pierce even the most protected fortresses.

Now, as we all know, cloning is a hot topic, even in 2627. Most of the populace is ignorant to the fact the military has been doing it since the late 1900s. So coming up with a suitable human body was easy. It was as simple as adding a protein to a test tube and waiting a few weeks. Within that time Dr. Molomak had himself a brand new physically perfect grown male body. Able to run faster, jump higher and process more information than a plain "biological."

It was a simple matter of altering the basic structure of its DNA and presto! You have yourself the ultimate spy, capable of assuming and shape or form at the drop of the hat.

Molomak had been so pleased, as had the IF. At least they were, at first. Something about the DNA altering process began to break down Subject H9LcU's genetic structure. He morphed from the handsome picture of perfection to a strange ghoulish creature with colorless eyes and skin. The project was deemed a failure and scrapped. Subject H9LcU was to be casually tossed out with the leftovers from lunch.

In typical father-figure fashion, Molomak had an epiphany. He couldn't let the IF destroy what he had created, so instead he stole his creation and a small troop transport and fled the space station. However, the cliche ends here as it wasn't exactly love that motivated the good doctor, but credits. Greed led Molomak to seek out the underbelly of Lequaria, a known haven for smugglers, mercenaries and nere-do-wells. Described as a super soldier and unflinchingly loyal to the highest bidder, H9LcU (still in his glass womb and completely unconscious) was purchased by a greedy Zephyr dealer by the name of Wil Fedders.

Now imagine waking up naked, spilling out of a large glass chamber into a room filled with sinister looking characters all staring at you. Now imagine your brain has been uploaded with virtually every event in recorded history, you have a keen grasp on weaponry, martial arts and vehicles yet you have no context in which to put it in. Effectively you're the smartest newborn baby, without all the poopy diapers and crying, but with an extra helping of confusion.

It goes without saying that our friend H9LcU was a bit perturbed by his situation. He acted on his feeling by breaking the arm of the nearest human, in this case Dr. Russel Molomak, before charging headlong through the surprised crowd. Unfortunately for Molomak, this would only the first of many broken bones suffered by the doctor, as Mr Fedders didn't take kindly to his loyal super soldier sprinting off never to be seen again.

Lequaria, being the hustling and bustling place that it is, gave H9LcU a perfect opportunity to escape into the crowd, despite his lack of clothes.

After almost a month of people watching, imitating and learning, H9LcU is able to function with little trouble in the world. Taking on the name Shiloh (adopted from a book cover) he's decided its time to get off Lequaria and make his own way.
Overhearing a conversation between two grizzled mercs about a first come first serve employment opportunity. He now seeks out Arknes Delute, unaware that both Wil Fedders crew and the IF are looking for the ghoul that got away.

Hmm... Elrey, your character defineatly attracts my attention. I'm still waiting for the other interested folks to post their character sheets before the IC goes up, but I like the idea behind your character. So long as you don't play him godly, I think he'll fit in fine :).

Believe me, I know how annoying it is to play with a god-modding shapeshifter type character. I've always avoided them until now for that very reason. Don't worry, I'm dead set on avoiding that.

Once we get into the story I can explain more of his limitations and whatnot. I just don't wanna give away all my characters secrets before we even get started, ya know?

Believe me, I know how annoying it is to play with a god-modding shapeshifter type character. I've always avoided them until now for that very reason. Don't worry, I'm dead set on avoiding that.

Once we get into the story I can explain more of his limitations and whatnot. I just don't wanna give away all my characters secrets before we even get started, ya know?

Absolutely understandable :). Haha, after seeing all the cool gizmos Culex has, I totally feel naked XD!!!

Culex - Arknes is probably gonna want Veritas to make him some toys! :P

Hey, you're the only one with cigarettes so far, that could be important.

Name: (given) A-753 Series XV,(chosen) David "Ripper" Selno
Age: 10 years post production
Occupation(s): Grounds vehicle operator,and bounty hunter in search of work and team.
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Experimental android.
Physical Description: A-753 stand around 6'2" tall and weighs close to 400 lbs,though his frame is more average sized for his height,his dense muscle mass,and skeleton adds greatly too his weight. He sports light brown hair and green eyes as well as a goatee on his chin. He has a rather unamused look on his rather handsome face most of the time,but it's usually out of boredom,for he has a short attention span.
He's taken with smoking,despite being yelled at while on ships with their air recycling systems,as well as getting tattooed,most of which are of snakes. http://i351.photobucket.com/albums/q474 ... donihs.jpg
Work History: Ground combat unit before being "lost"
Equipment: A-753 carries a large,hand held grenade launcher that has been modified to shoot a special slug as well as explosive rounds,which he affectionately calls Vera,painted with an angry red eye and a smiling,fanged mouth on the barrel and a rabbit's foot attached to the hand-grip,a short,powersword,and a pair of handguns,one is a solid projectile weapon that resembles an old Colt 1911,and the other is a larger caliber plasma bolter.
He also wears a state-of-the-art,military grade armor made to be nearly impenetrable,and sports a rechargeable shield to defend against energy based weapons,as well as has systems to defend against thermal sensors and sonar.
Possessions: A-753 is rarely seen without a cigarette in his mouth,even if he has to breathe it through the vents in his helmet. He also carries a beverage and some candy on him at all times,having a bizarre way of thinking he says "You never know when ya might need a drink",other than this he has nothing save for a couple hundred credits he's accumulated over the past few years.
Vehicles: A-753 possesses an urban assault vehicle that he came to own after being "lost" The Beast,as he calls it,is capable of 4x4 drive,can seat 1 driver,3 passengers and 1 gunner,who sits in a special seat near the roof,beyond that he owns none. http://i351.photobucket.com/albums/q474 ... rker16.jpg
Biography: Would rather it come up in rp if that's fine.

Valaun, your character is fine :). About what you wrote me in the PM about being part of the crew already (atleast I'm pretty sure that's what you meant) that's fine, but I'd prefer it if you could still be kinda new; maybe only a few months being on the team?

And I love his logic, "Ya never know when ya might need a drink!" XD

xD. Veritas could do it, man. She's got a knack for that kinda junk.

Sweeeeeeet :D Man, I dunno about ya'll, but I'm pretty effin' excited for this game :).

I also have drawn up a kinda rough draft for our first job; hunting down a dude that murdered some rich dude's daughter. I've come up with alot more to it than that, but that'd ruin the surprise :). Anyways, if any of you guys ever get an idea for a job, please feel free to post it up here so we can discuss and collaborate on it! Seriously, the crazier/cooler/wackier the better. Even if it seems like a pretty run of the mill job, some 'wtf?!' moments popping up in it later are great :D.

I'm down with whatever you're down with Axle, just open up the IC soon so we can get this ball rollin'! Can't wait!

Yeah lets get this thing started and see how the characters interact before we start talking about jobs we'll run in the future. You said there would be a bit of a social focus so we can take our time workin out the kinks.

Name: Mari Betelguese

Age: 23

Occupation(s): Mechanic

Gender: Female

Race/Species: Human

Physical Description: Mari is 5'10' and weighs about 135 pounds give or take a few. Her hair is a creamy-white color and falls past her shoulders. Her skin is smooth and the color of sand. Her eyes are two different colors, one is blue and the other his green.
She is usually seen in her mechanic uniform, which is a form fitting blue and gold jumpsuit. She usually leaves the front zipper un-zipped to show off what shirt she is wearing, or if things get too hot. She has blue and gold work boots to match. She also carries a bag with her tools in it around with her where ever she goes, just in case. When she is relaxing she usually walks around in shorts and a t-shirt, or whatever else she happens to feel comfortable in for that day.

Work History: 13-16; waitress. 16-20; took up engineering and mechanics. 20-23; worked at a local repair shop.

Equipment: Her various assortment of tools, Pistol ( 12 Round non-energy bullet clip), stun-rod and laptop.

Possessions: A few hundred credits, extra clothes, pictures of her family.

Vehicles: None.

Biography: Mari was born on Cereluan, a planet shared by humans and creatures alike, and known for it's vast oceans, and large cities. Mari grew up in the slums more or less, and from a young age had to learn to fend for herself while her parents and brother were away. This began her tinkering, and repairing of different items, mostly toys for herself and the other kids that lived in the area. Her parents paid no attention to her growing skills, though her older brother said she would make something of herself one day.

At the age of 11 she lost both her parents to disease, leaving only her older brother to take care of her. They continued to live taking odd jobs until they were both offered jobs at a local restaurant were her brother worked as a cook ad she herself a waitress. She stayed for three years until the restaurant was destroyed by a couple of robbers. The incident caused her to lose her brother and put her out of job.

For a few months she traveled around, vowing revenge on whoever killed her brother. While doing so she was taken in by a mechanic and his crew and she learned the ins and outs of engineering through them. Four years passed, and the thought of her brother stayed with her. For the next three years she stayed at the repair shop, but kept her ears out for the jerks that destroyed the last of her family. Finally she got a lead of a chain of robberies going on, and after seeing a picture of the robbers she knew she had found them. She confronted the robbers, and killed them for taking her brother away, and the next day she was gone. She left Cereluan behind and hitched a ride to the planet of Eru where she saw the Ad for "The Space Trotter Mercenary Group"and decided to apply.

Mari is as tough as nails. Growing up in the slums she learned how to fight at a young age. She is stubborn and tends to keep to herself a lot of the time. When annoyed, she tends to get a bit physical.