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Name:Matt Jones Known aliases:Goldfinger Height:1.86 meters Hair color:Bald Eye color:Black Age:35 Birthdate:July 25th, 783 AS Birthplace:Planet Los Angeles, California Parents: Lane Jones, father - Sarah Jones, mother Relatives:None Marital status:Single Children:None
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> Background Information: <
-Lane Jones, Father.
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>Born at Planet Manhatten, he started working as a bathroom janitor in one of the Liberty navy recruitment branchs. When he turned 21 he decided to change his life and started selling cardamine. As soon as he got enough money to buy a small ship, he moved over to Los Angeles, where people would pay a fortune for a small dose of cardamine. He met his future wife, Sarah Pinto, at planet Los Angeles, in a drug exchange. After a few years dealing drugs, the police managed to apprehend Jones. Jones was arrested on his son's birthday, when he was turning 3 years old. He has been in prison ever since.
-Sarah Pinto, Mother.
[color=#FF9900]>Born at planet Los Angeles, she starting working as a prostitute to afford going to college. After long hard tedious hours of work and study, she managed to graduate with honors from the Los Angeles University as a lawer. She started working at one of the biggest law firms of the time and made a small fortune. With all that money and power, she started buying drugs from low-life gangsters. She met Lane Jones in one of the drug transactions and they dated for quite awhile. After a year Jones proposed to her and they had a baby, that they named Matt Jones in honor of her grandfather.
-Matt Jones
[color=#FF9900]>Never knowing his father and having a mother that abused drugs, Matt decided to have a decent and calm life in a attempt to forget his parents sins. At the age of 18, he applied for a community college and after majoring in engineering, he started working for a ship construction facility. One day he decided to visit his mother. As soon as he entered her house he smelled something rotten. Going deeper in the house, he discovered his mother dead in her bed. Matt realised she was holding a note that read "'Hola amigo, this whore was buying drugs from those filthy outcasts, plus she owed me money. Don't take it too personally. Sincerely, a corsair."
He couldn't contain himself, he tracked down the corsair that murdered his mother and killed him along with all his thugs. It was a bloodbath, no one survived to tell the tale but Matt himself. Afraid that he was going to have the same destiny as his father, he stole a ship from the company he worked for and started a long journey to kill every single corsair in the universe. After a few years living out of motels and friends houses, he realised that he would need some money to continue his persuit. He thought to himself, "Why not kill for money? It's not like my life can get any worse."
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> Further Notes:
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- Hates Corsairs.
- Enjoy killing with a small knife.
- Enjoys rap music.
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> Notable Possessions:
- A small knife that he found near his mother's body.
- A funny condom envelope
- A bottle of coke that he won from his father at his 3 year old birthday.
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> Crime Record:
[color=#FF9900]- Multiple accounts of intended murder
- Multiple accounts of Grand theft auto
- Disorder and misconduct
(Still pending investigations)
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> Final Assessment:
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Current Employer:
Reaver Mercenary Company
Current location:
Unknown, somewhere killing sairs'
Risk factor:
Low
Diplomatic usefulness:
High - He was the leading speaker in college.
Knowledge usefulness:
High - Know his way with ships.
Practical usefulness:
Moderate - Usefull fighter.
Overall rating:
8/10
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Name: Leo Warburton Known aliases: ~~~ Height:1.78 meters / 6.0 feet Hair color:Brown Eye color:Dark Brown Age:22 Birthdate:May 22nd, 797 AS Parents:Alfie Warburton (Father), Nino Carretta (Mother). Relatives:Sister: Natia Warburton Marital status:Single Children:None
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>Background Information
Leo Warburton, is the son of 2 ex Reinland military pilots who had managed to migrate to the Liberty systems, through bribes, favours and string pulling did they manage to get to Planet Manhatten in Liberty. It was here, they lived in Georgia, and soon had their baby boy. Both being Military trained pilots, it was soon obvious that their son would inherit the same amount of skills if not more then his parants, and so as soon as he came of age, he was put in for his pilots training and license in order to fly. It became very clear very quickly that his skills would become desireable, surpassing his instructors remarkably quickly.
Soon he was noticed by the Forces of liberty, both the Navy and the Police were eager to have the young ace sign up. However by this time the war between liberty and Reinland had escalated to its current status, and so Leo had no intention of joining with the Armed forces of those who would see harm to his home land, however, he didnt take his frustration out on the liberty forces either, and remained a neutral Freelancer.
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Further Notes:
- Loves wine and beer
- Enjoys destroying ships just for fun
- Interests:games,girls,movies,games,girls,games...
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>Notable Possessions:
-Mamoru class bomber, from an unknown pilot. Slept with his daughter, nabbed the keys while everyone was sleeping and stole it in the middle of the night, killing two chickens and a cat in the way.
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> Crime Record:
-Bretonians,Rheinlanders,Libertonians,Cannibals will become a bit angry about it
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> Final Assessment:
- Current Employer: Reaver Mercenary Company
- Current location: Barrier Gate,Coronado System
- Risk factor: Medium
- Diplomatic usefulness: Low
- Knowledge usefulness: Moderate
- Practical usefulness: Moderate
- Overall rating: 6/10
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> Jack Cass No one quite know where Peaches came from, all anyone knows is that he was found in an escape pod as a baby in Leeds by a passing Hellfire Legion vessel. He was tractored in by them, when they opened the pod they found him in a little peachy flight suit with a silver dog-tag with the word "PEACHES" imprinted harshly into it. With their discovery safely on board the vessel made its way straight for America Base in Vespucci. The Hellfire Legion command deemed him as a new recruit, since he had no name they called him Peaches, after the tags they had found with him.
Through his schooling he was never taught how to be efficient in fighting with ship mounted weapons, he was however taught in fruit to hand combat, in which he excelled in. Peaches also was top of his class in small arms and proved himself in the riots that erupted on the Ravager one summer. The cause of these is still unknown. When it came to space combat Peaches was far from the best out there, because of this and the fact that he was no Legion descendant, he was taught specifically in evasive manoeuvres and cannon fodder techniques, this earned his the name "Jack Cass"... You get the picture. He was the very best at what he did.
When Peaches finally officially joined the Legion at the ripe old age of 21 he was seen as an exile. He was unstable, mentally and physically, mostly due to the fact that he never wanted to fly, he simply wanted to be a fruit. A Peach to be exact. With this in mind the other pilots stayed the hell away from the crazy little Peach... However he was yet to prove himself. His moment would come in a large scale skirmish in the Texas system. A wing of Legion ships was under sustained fire from many more Liberty Navy fighters. Peaches was the first to arrive on the scene and assist the stricken Legion ships. Seeing that they were going to lose some vessels he sacrificed his shield batteries and nanobots to his fellow pilots, saving their lives. What he did next was either an act of bravery or stupidity, he started screaming insults about the Naval Officer's mothers over comms, causing them to target his own vessel. He managed to drag them away far enough so the Legion ships could escape. After this he then put his training to use, evasive manoeuvres, the Naval Officers may have been able to hit him... But not able to take his shield now, he escaped from Houston orbit all the way to the California Jump Hole whilst dodging seven of these Officers.
Due to his bravery (Fruity Licious Stupidity) he was promoted to the rank of Fleet Captain where he was also awarded a Gunship, the Vindicator. For many more months he stuck at it... Bored of what he was doing. Still exiled from his fellow pilots, no one respected him. He often got confused in communications to the high command thinking it was either his mother or a fast food joint he was talking too. In regards to this the high command looked upon him as a joke, unfit to fly, he wasn't in the right state of mind.
He was admitted to a Mental Ward on America Base where he was ordered to rest and recuperate, this was the last thing he needed. He laid there trapped in his own head dreaming of being a Peach and his fruity little friends. Finally it was too much, he took his ship and went on patrol for the last time. On his way back he contacted what he thought was the Legion High Command... Which was actually the Reaver Recruiting channel. He was deemed crazy enough and accepted... He was to become Pinata, since he always had the crap beaten out of him. Such a lovely life for poor old Peaches.
> Often speaks in fluent rhymes. > Can often be found talking to his fellow fruits in the fruit bowl. > Is probably the most mentally unstable of the Reaver pilots. > Proficient in evasive manoeuvres due to many drunken fights. [color=#D1E231]> Very effective in F2H (Fruit To Hand) Combat. [color=#D1E231]> Active member of Green(not-so-much)peace(any-more). [color=#D1E231]> Also has an imaginary friend, Melon.
- - Hunted by the Corsair Brotherhood-(Due to being the lover of a one Baila Moreno) - Evaded Capture for a Third Degree GFH (Grievous Fruity Harm) to a one Mr. P. Ear
> Current employer: < Reaver Mercenary Company > Current location: < Barrier Gate Station, Coronado > Risk factor: < High - Do not mention eating fruit in his presence. > Diplomatic usefulness: < Low - Will rant on about how useless vegetables are. > Knowledge usefulness: < Medium - Knows his Melons from his Grapes. > Practical usefulness: < Medium - Tasked with interception and cannon fodder tasks. > Overall rating: < 1/10
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Name:Sarah Renault Known aliases:None Height:1.79 m Hair color:Black Eye color:Blue Age:33 Birthplace:Unknown, Gallic Core Worlds Parents:Unknown Relatives:Marcus Renault (brother) Marital status:Single Children:None
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> Background information
Nothing much is known about the early stages of Sarah’s life. She was accepted into a religious order as a youth and trained to be a Scarlet Blade. The Blades were a group of women steeped in duty and honor, tasked with preserving justice throughout Gallia by order of the King and the ancient law of the catechism saved from the days of Sol. The Sisters were sometimes the topic of banter in taverns or bars, but their existence is scarcely known outside the Circle of Gallantry. The blades were only used to exact vengeance against the most heinous of offenders. Blasphemers of the church or those deemed treacherous by the King were shown no mercy. No relevant data was found about Royal Navy officers supporting this group, yet this possibility was never discarded, but there are officers within its ranks who swear to this day they saw one of the cold women draped in cloth of scarlet hue.
Hypocrisy and revenge were the key words which defined the society Sarah lived in, and thus, the Sisterhood could always endure hopeful inductees that sought them out. Sarah wasn't an exception to this either, and the almost three decades she spent serving the Sisterhood turned her into a fervent warrior. Of course, lies couldn't be hidden forever, and the Blades eventually began to show its rotten core in the same vein as the hypocrisy shown by Police and Navy. Corruption, one of the "greater sins" that Sarah dedicated her whole life to eradicate, was what she had served all along.
Unable to accept the true face of the Sisterhood, Sarah and other influential members instigated a rebellion against the elders which led the the organization into decay. Surgical hit and run tactics against the elders and installations rendered the Blades crippled. It's not uncertain if the Blades fully ceased to exist or survived after the attacks. Sarah didn't have to wait long until she saw her name in the 'most wanted' criminal lists of Core Worlds space. She knew she couldn't keep up the crusade and evade the entire military, police and former members of the Blades. With a tearful goodbye, she left her sisters who didn't have enough courage to leave Gallia with her. Sarah was able to find her way into the Reavers, though her hope is to resume her duty in Sirius.
- Often fanatical, zealous and unyielding in her opinions and actions. - Always sees the worst in others and situations. - Is meticulous about cleanliness and personal habits.
Name:Frank Banks Known aliases:Pink Lager Height:1.73m Hair color:Brown Eye color:Blue Age:32 Birthdate:26-08 789 AS Birthplace:Planet Denver, Colorado System Parents:Alive Relatives:None worth mentioning Marital status:Divorced Children:4
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Family history:
> Frank Banks Frank was freelance escort pilot, flight instructor and Cryer employee. He never travelled lot outside of the escort duties as a young man. He met his wife during the flight lessons he was giving on Denver and when he settled down to get married and have children, he took a job at Cryer. The marriage broke apart after several ongoing affairs of his, and his wife took most of the property by divorce. He decided to leave his past behind, travel far and enjoy some adventure after meeting with Copper on Denver during a Happy hour. He never set foot on Denver again.
> Has been rumored to posess the ability to swim. - Plays on the nerve of anyone who isn't his employer. - Calm and cold-blooded, he relies more on subtlety and assessing the situation rather his combat skills, which he often underestimates. - Flies whatever craft he can utilize to fulfill his goals without running a risk of said vessel being rigged with explosives by one of his enemies. - Maintains good relations with the Corsairs. - Does not smoke. - Often indulges in consumption of luxury food in a pleasant company.
Name:James Hart Known aliases:N/A Height:1.45m Hair color:Brown Eye color:Hazel Age:25 Birthdate:14-05 793 AS Birthplace:Battleship Mississippi, Texas System Parents:Father MIA, Mother Alive Relatives:Sister; Julia Hart (21) Marital status:Single Children:Not Sure
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</b><b>Family history:
> James Hart His father was a Liberty Navy pilot who disappeared sometime in 801 AS during the supposed "Nomad War". His mother was a civilian, and took care of James and Julia on Planet Houston for several years. His sister is presumed to be enrolled in University of Houston and studying to be a doctor, but no further information could be collected from the U of H.
> Makes some mean brownies. - Jumps the gun on certain occasions. - Prefers to shoot first and consider the consequences later. Also is known to bitch about having to be a mercenary. - Likes the saying "When life gives you lemons, you **** **** up." - Maintains good relations with the employers (or tries to). - Does not smoke. Cardamine. - Is secretly jealous of the IND for how much better than him they are.
> Current employer: < Reaver Mercenary Company > Current location: < Freeport 4, Magellan > Risk factor: < None > Diplomatic usefulness: < Low > Knowledge usefulness: < Medium > Practical usefulness: < High. Has a weird knack for pulling wins out of nowhere, or blowing up in miserable failure. > Overall rating: < 6/10
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Name:John Mackinac IV Known aliases:Favorite.Nightmare Height:5'11" Hair color:Brown Eye color:Darker Brown Age:37 Birthdate:13th May, 780 AS Birthplace:Planet Denver, Colorado System Parents:John Mackinac III, Sarah Mackinac Relatives:Sarah Mackinac Marital status:Since 800 A.S. (Married to Sandwiches) Children:None
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[color=#663333]Family History:
> John Mackinac IV
[color=#FF9966]John Mackinac IV had a rather normal life on Planet Denver. Son of a dentist, John Mackinac III, and his dental-assistant wife, Sarah Mackinac, John was expected to expand the family business by expanding into the slightly-more-profitable orthodontist field. Unfortunately this dream fell short when John was 19 and just starting pre-orthodontic education, when his father fell victim to a freak fluorine accident.
At this junction, John was put in charge of the family's legal woes by his father's will, which put him on a trip straight to Newark Station in the New York system. After enduring the long tedium of the oral health profession, John decided that he would put in a collect call to his mother and enroll as an escort for Deep Space Engineering.
John's tenure in DSE brought him to many excellent places, mostly in Rheinland and Kusari. He was too green to travel to the Taus or Omegas, but he often was parts of trips to Roppongi and Bonn Station protecting convoys of Gate and Lane parts. It was at Bonn Station that he was invited to the party of his life on Planet New Berlin, described only as "I have the Kalte Platte."
Before this party, John was a normal 20 year old man. He liked booze, women, and drugs, and often experimented with the three, sometimes in unison, despite warning labels on painkiller bottles. Upon arriving at this party, though, John was met with the most decadent cold cut platter he had ever seen. Miles upon miles of meat and cheese lay strewn across an extraneously long table which almost buckled under the weight. He spent the entire party sampling its excellence and dodging projectiles with his plate, vomit included.
After this party, John was captivated by the deli ways. For the rest of his tenure at DSE, he spent his off time sampling the local casual cuisine. This pursuit captivated his attention during his vacations and off-hours. Eventually DSE became dismayed with his gluttony and lethargy and laid him off their payroll. From this point on, John found his own path as a Mercenary and Freelancer, taking odd jobs here and there to sample the local cuisine. Overall, after sampling the foods of all four of the great houses, he avoids Bretonia with a heated passion as the only house to give him heartburn.
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[color=#663333]Further notes:
> Is a sandwich connoisseur.
> Drinks mostly root beer and red pop.
> Has almost no sexual drive.
> Is very fond of Zoners and Independent Miners.
> Strangely enjoys hunting people who grow food (like they'll carry a sandwich or something)
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[color=#663333]Notable possessions:
>Cutting Board
>Bread Knife
>Butcher's Knife
>Southwest Chipotle Sauce
>Salt and Pepper Mix in a Ziplock Bag
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[color=#663333]Criminal Record:
- Attacked a street hot dog vendor -(-)Assault, 5th District, Long Island City, Planet Manhattan, April 23rd, New York System, 810 AS
- Broke into a Potbelly's Sandwich Shoppe -(-)Breaking and Entering, Petty Theft, 1st District, Long Island City, Planet Manhattan, New York System, June 19th 811 AS
- Attacked a steakhouse owner for "Bad Au Jus" -(-)Aggravated Assault, Sheffield Station, Manchester System, September 12th, 812 AS
- Broke into Christy's Pub -(-)Breaking and Entering, Petty Theft, 7th District, Greater London City, Planet New London, December 3rd, 812 AS
- Stole from Freeport 1 Pantry (Rationing in effect) -(-)Breaking and Entering, Petty Theft, Freeport 1, Omega-3 system February 16th, 813 AS
- Suspected Piracy of Farmer's Alliance Vessel -(-)Piracy, Assault, F3 Sector, Kyushu System, February 4th, 816 AS
- Suspected Assault of Hogosha Transport -(-)Assault, E6 Sector, Sigma-19 System, March 12th, 816 AS
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> Current Employer: < Reaver Mercenary Company >Current Location: < Planet Denver, Colorado > Risk Factor: < He's Useless in his Own Devices > Diplomatic Usefulness: < Not Particularly > Knowledge Usefulness: < Unless It's About Sandwiches or Deli, not Very > Practical Usefulness: < Average. Adequate Pilot, Great Cook > Overall Rating: < 6/10
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