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[Impyness]

Your Name: Smash Blaminov

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: 810

Backstory: Smash Blaminov was once a Rogue before seeing all his friends and parents killed by nomads in front of him

Where you are defecting from: Rogues

Have you ever been sanctioned: No never ever

If you were a food, what would you be: An ice cream sandwich

Are you convieniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: Y, Rogue Scylla

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#Snakded

[Wesker]

Your Name: Vanilla Heinrich

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: Omega-41

Backstory: I born in omega saw parent die nomad so now i no speak and just apply you, I advised

Where you are defecting from: Hessians

Have you ever been sanctioned: No

If you were a food, what would you be: Peanut butter cascade ice cream

Are you convieniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: Y

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[Enkidu]

Your Name: Nesrin Khan

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: Plane Cambridge

Backstory: // To be disclosed ingame or on the forums. This is simply a statement of interest rather than a solid RP document.

Where you are defecting from: Nowhere. I'm a priorly Auxesian Freelancer that left the movement after I was tortured, psychologically maimed, and stalked.

Have you ever been sanctioned: //Yes, and I have received sanctions with this character, full disclosure. I have no intentions to repeat-offend.

If you were a food, what would you be: I would be a chimmichanga, or a lemon meringue pie cake.

Are you conveniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: Gammuian AI, Auxesian Core technology, and Zoner spacecraft.


// A more elaborate recruitment form will be roleplayed out ingame and on the forums due to the longevity of the character - a direct post wasn't appropriate.

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THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)

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[Backo]

Your Name: Carmen Summers

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: Definitely not planet Malta and most likely not 799A.S.

Backstory: Carmen Summers is definitely not an Outcast, despite what some less than decent people may claim.

Where you are defecting from: Not the Outcasts obviously.

Have you ever been sanctioned: Affirmative

If you were a food, what would you be: Caramel so you can call me Caramel Summers, ok?

Are you convieniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: Y, I am joining with a stolen Sabre!

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[t0l]

Your Name: tal yahalom "underscore" ravis

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: may 4 798 AS / planet manhattan

Backstory: Early Life
Tal was born on May 4th, 798, in the Bedford-Stuyvesant district on Planet Manhattan to two relatively poor blue-collar workers. His biological father, from which his name and faith are derived, left his mother in mid-803 AS, leaving him fatherless until seven years later when his mother remarried, this time to a native New Yorker with two children. Understandably, Tal believed that he had little in common with his stepdad and stepbrothers, and as such distanced himself from his new family through much of his adolescence, turning instead to the streets of Manhattan.

Despite attempts at gentrification throughout much of the late-700s, many parts of Brooklyn still remained as low-income, crime-ridden areas well into the early 800s. For an impressionable young man, with no true role models or guidance throughout his most important developmental years, the life of a hardened thug appealed to him. While he never quite stacked up to either of his stepbrothers, both of whom ended up being accepted into prestigious higher education institutions in the Republic of Liberty, his performance in school tanked, and he soon found himself in a quagmire of poor academic performance and waning potential. Instead, his focus became his gang, a small band of friends coming from a similar background who he found refuge with during and after classes, and the group went on to terrorize the neighborhood for several years through their high school educations, committing petty thefts and robberies here and there.

A young Ravis soon found out that this new gang lifestyle, however glamorous in the eyes of another product of a culture of violence, was volatile and unsustainable, as after a botched robbery on a local pizza parlor left one dead and two injured, most of his friends were rounded up and arrested in a large-scale investigation by local authorities. Despite being an accomplice to murder, Tal was luckily able to slide under the radar, although the damage had been done. His group was broken up, the ones who were caught having been slapped with lengthy prison sentences, and now he had little to nowhere to go. He lacked any kind of artistic talent, and his academic records were too abysmal to even remotely consider any kind of higher education, and so, not wanting to be resigned to working a minimum wage job for the rest of his life, he enlisted in the Republic of Liberty's Marine Corps, hoping to find a future killing people and breaking things across the galaxy.

Service History
Tal Ravis proved to be the 0331's poster child: rowdy, careless, and seemingly oblivious to rules and regulations, catching a significant amount of flak during his military career as a result. He became a gunner in a machine gun section with 2nd Battalion, 5th Marines onboard the LNS Utah. Promised action and opportunities to kill people by his recruiter, he was disappointed when his enlistment consisted of little more than carrying a forty-pound machine gun on training ops.

Early on in his enlistment, he showed minor interest in marrying a childhood friend for additional healthcare and housing benefits, though this plan never came into fruition, in part due to a lack of communication between the two and also due to his upcoming deployment. Upon returning from his time aboard the Utah, after witnessing his assistant gunner’s then-wife leave him during their deployment whilst taking most of his money and belongings, he abandoned the idea altogether.

He participated in one notable engagement during his time with 2/5 Marines, for which he was awarded a Combat Action Ribbon, when a large makeshift Outcast slaver outpost was discovered in the California system. Tal participated in the assault on the station, firing over 450 laser round-equivalents of ammunition and 40 rounds of 10x20mm handgun ammunition over the course of the hour-long siege, and notoriously participated in the routing of Outcast forces and subsequent search-and-rescue mission. Setting up his weapon at the entrance to the hangar that they landed in, he was told to engage any and all living beings that attempted to escape as Navy bombers strategically fired two Nova antimatter torpedoes while the Marines made heavy use of incinerator units and explosives to flush the enemy out from within the station, resulting in the deaths of approximately 200 Outcast and Outcast-aligned personnel, 28 by his gun alone. Two of the bodies within his designated field of fire were later identified to have been pregnant wives of the CLF fighters, leading to him nicknaming his weapon "Birth Control" at the suggestion of his section leader. His commanding officer was less than enthused, however, especially when Tal's section was minorly implicated in a media scandal when images surfaced of him and his squadmates urinating on the corpses of Outcast slavers.

During the early stages of the initial siege, Tal came into extremely close (~5 feet) proximity of an Outcast attempting to escape the station, too close and too quickly to engage with his MG. Undeterred, he drew his secondary, a Deep Space Automatics 10mm handgun, and dispatched the fighter with several rounds to the upper chest. To commemorate this moment, Tal decided to almost immediately mark a tally on his helmet with a black marker borrowed from a squadmate. However, due to his haste, his helmet was oriented incorrectly when he drew the mark, thus making it look more like an underscore when his helmet was actually on. Henceforth, he was nicknamed "Underscore", a name that stuck and has since been dragged along with him throughout his various different assignments.

While investigating what was left of the station after the engagement, Tal found two extremely small, high-quality imported espresso spoons, no doubt former possessions of the station garrison, and pocketed them as a war prize. Prior to his deployment on the LNS Almayer, he punched a hole towards the end of the handle on each spoon, stringing them together on a loop of 550 cord around his neck. Unhappy that he was displaced from his original unit, he now utilizes this trophy spoon necklace to irritate the shit out of his coworkers, wherever he may go. The initials "J.W." were eventually engraved on the bowl of one of these spoons.

Effective February 11, 2186, Tal was transferred to the Almayer with 2/4 Marines, serving as a machine gunner in a weapons platoon. This second, significantly less exciting deployment marked his last, and he was tranferred to Twentynine Palms’ tax center as part of the Fleet Assistance Program for six months before his enlistment contract ended, whereupon he separated from service.

Later Career
Once out of the Corps, Tal quickly realized that he needed a means to provide for himself, eventually taking up a stable job flying freight for Ageira Technologies for two years until his adventurous spirit came back. With a sudden craving for more thrills in his life, he quit working for Ageira and applied to join the Liberty Police, the same organization that jailed all of his closest friends just five years ago. It was here that, over the course of a few months, he discovered that he had anger management issues, eventually deeming himself unfit for duty in the LPI. From here, he resigned and went his own way, using some of his pay to buy a basic model Sabre fighter in order to start his own mercenary company.

Named "Haven Tactical Security", he and an associate mostly flew low-level escort missions, failing to make much of an impact or name for themselves. Eventually, his associate departed from the endeavor, taking with him most of the company's assets and leaving Tal to his own devices.

Undeterred, he turned to the then-Colonial Republic for work, where he was hired as a fighter pilot. Preferring the Nyx multirole superiority fighter, he was pushed through an accelerated pilot training pipeline and was eventually assigned to the 49th Fighter Squadron, operating mainly in the Taus. He flew combat sorties against the Outcasts under the callsign "Snoopy", until he realized that the flashy lifestyle of a fighter pilot wasn't really for him. Stress, injuries, and trauma stemming from frequent combat encounters and sorties was rapidly getting to his head, and so he took his leave from the CR.

Life after the CR was sketchy, as he seemed to be unable to find legitimate work anywhere. His veteran status in the Libertonian Military put off many an employer as the war with Rheinland was becoming increasingly unpopular, and so he simply roamed around Sirius, taking small jobs wherever he went. During this time, he became involved with the Junker Marauders, helping to erect and maintain Beaumont Spire briefly until he disappeared from the face of Sirius for a month. It wasn't until much later down the line that Tal reappeared, this time working for the resurgent Core, having apparently undergone a journey of self-reflection and discovery. It is suspected that he was working for the LSF at this time, as a private military contractor under the Special Activities Division/Special Operations Group, training resistance fighters on Leeds.

Following the Core's successful capture of Yaren and Planet Nauru, Tal was part of a contingent of mercenaries sent to reinforce Core assets on Nauru, starting off with just a week-long search-and-destroy mission aimed at stomping out any remaining Corsair presence on the planet. The length of the mission grew and grew, until it was a full-on six-month garrison mission at a Core forward operating base. It was here that he survived the Great Ion Storm of 822, lucky enough to have received supplies from a transport just days before the storm hit Sirius. For the rest of the month, his garrison was on high alert, wary of any potential Corsair raids aiming to take advantage of the lack of communications between the base and Core command, although no attack ever came. It wasn't even known at the time if Nauru even had an appreciable Corsair presence planetside.

After Nauru, Tal found himself with a fair amount of money, and was willing to settle down somewhere a bit more stable for the long haul. After some milling about as a Freelance pilot, Tal found freight work with the GMG, after meeting Guildmaster Keiji Namura. Gradually, he became more and more part of the Guild, and was eventually absorbed into the GMG's esteemed Paramilitary division as an interceptor pilot. Stationed on Gas Miner Ogashawa, he flew sorties in a Karasu heavy fighter dubbed the Silver Bullet, after the ship's distinctive appearance and an aerial ramming attack incident in which he speared and disabled a pirate Waran bomber.

Unfortunately, the original Silver Bullet was disabled in a confrontation between Guild forces and Nomad-Infected Kusari Naval Forces pilots. While conducting a strafing run on an Isejin-affiliated gunship, his vessel was caught by a full primary battery salvo from a Hatchet destroyer, which erased the entire rear half of the fighter. With no weapons or engine remaining, he coordinated an ejection to avoid capture by Wilde forces and was rescued by Guildmaster Keiji Namura, suffering minor injuries related to the ejection.

In late-823 A.S., he and the rest of the 2nd Interceptor Division were temporarily reassigned to Iejima Station following a threat from an independent group of Corsair battleship captains, flying T-493-B Kaichous from Iejima. Once two weeks had passed without an attack, he and his squadron were relocated back to Niigata Star City. Tal was later given command of the 2nd Interceptor Division, nicknamed "Dealers in Death", and was reassigned yet again to Gas Miner Ogashawa to fly in support of the VWA-BD-Order Anti-Corsair Joint Strike Force. Due to new Guild leadership and administrative policies, which emphasize cooperation and a military draw-down over Namura's "take all comers" policy, the 2nd Interceptor Division, and many other squadrons, were dissolved on April 24, their assets being scrapped or sold to make way for an expanded miner fleet.

In early 824 A.S., Keiji Namura mysteriously disappeared without a trace, leaving most of the Guild puzzled as to his whereabouts. Tal Ravis and the 2nd Interceptor Division were tasked with the initial combat search-and-rescue operations as Ogashawa was closest to the Guildmaster's last-known location, although their preliminary search yielded nothing. Despite their efforts, the 2nd Interceptor Division was unable to locate Keiji Namura before their disestablishment.

Several months after his discharge from the GMG, Tal Ravis, with the assistance of several inside men and investigators, was able to pinpoint the location of Keiji Namura, eventually intercepting a slave freighter in the Tau-23 system. Killing four people in the process, he rescued Namura from his captors, taking him back to civilization. Though Keiji offered him a position as his right-hand man, Tal respectfully declined, choosing instead to seek a quieter life back on Manhattan.

Frontier
After a lonely month of living in an apartment complex on Planet Manhattan, Tal found himself seeking adventure again, choosing not to waste away slowly in silence. In about a week or two, his lease was cancelled and he was back among the stars, working with the contracting group Cold Harbor on Planet Sprague in support of Bretonian forces, culling pirate, Gallic, and insurgent activity on the growing planet.

In mid-825 AS, he was placed on medical leave for roughly a month after suffering an injured back and right ankle from an IED blast. Once he recovered, he was reassigned to the Cold Harbor Special Projects Group, participating in combat actions on Gran Canaria under the callsign Evergreen. During the first day of combat, he was dimensionally displaced by means of an overcharged hypergate used as a trap by a facility synthetic, but returned partway through the night that same day. He has since returned to active service and supports Bretonian combat operations on Gran Canaria.

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Where you are defecting from: cold harbor special projects group (totally not an import faction)

Have you ever been sanctioned: yes

If you were a food, what would you be: anal beads

Are you conveniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: one 4'11 lizard girl from final fantasy 14

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[Nepotu]

Your Name: Marcus Boone

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: Trafalgar Base

Backstory: Joined the Armed Forces to kill gauls, got kicked out of BAF and changed sides to Gallic Royal Navy

Where you are defecting from: Gallic Royal Navy

Have you ever been sanctioned: Too many times

If you were a food, what would you be: A big, fat burger

Are you convieniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: Y

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[Markam]

Edit: My mistake, moved to flood, meme away.

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Markam is evil

[-)H(-yperion]

Wow so many people interested in this totally unique concept. Just give me a second to dab on kiddies in Fortnite, and I'll process the applications UwU.

[Oggdo Bogdo]

Your Name: Burgess Richard

Date of Birth / Place of Birth: 26/06/798 / Planet Gaia

Backstory: I ate too many plants and now I have constant diarrhoea, I hope that Hyperion can cure my physical and mental illnesses

Where you are defecating from: Toilet

Have you ever been sanctioned: No

If you were a food, what would you be: Spinach

Are you convieniently joining with any foreign technology? Y/N: home grown ish'tar

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