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[GiglameshDespair]

There's something evil in the city tonight...

Kitanal is a city on the planet of Thuun, owned by the Thuknal race. Crime is down, living standards are up, and the people are happy. That's the official side of it, anyway.

In truth it's a polluted shithole for the most part. Most wear a mask to breathe outside, or face an early death with lungs dyed a cancerous black. There are more humans than Thuknals, and the various police agencies only really care if you pay them to or you're making a nuisance. But now there's something else. It always was a violent city, full of the urban legends and cryptid stories of a hundred species, but there's a new legend in town. Monsters, fitting no species in the Sentient Sortium, have been seen haunting the streets, over and over again - twisted beings of veined muscle and dripping fangs. People are disappearing faster than ever before - swallowed without trace by the rasping monster of the city.

A few people are connected by fate - or rather, by their shared acquaintance of one Stephen Pavlovich. He was a rich-towner who campaigned for the poor - equal rights for the mutants below the streets, hospices and shelters for the poor - and collected books. They'd heard he'd picked up a very rare old Earth book shortly before his sudden demise. Together, they decide to delve into this new sickness in the city - whatever the cause might be. They owe him, after all, whether it's a blood debt or simple friendship.

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Important Species of Kitanal

Humans

Bipedal humanoids, they range in natural skin tone from pale tan to black. The most populous race in Kitanal by far, they hold the most economic, social, and political power. Often aggressive, and breed rapidly. Native to a planet named Earth, which is now inaccessable to them. Many humans were forcefully conscripted as Auxillaries by the Xanquat in the Ten System War twenty-three years ago, but they have been released as a result of the Illuminary's actions.

The Illuminary

Technically humans, their true form is now unknown. A off-shoot colony that rapidly developed technology via unknown means in the three hundred years of colonisation before the warper drive was created, they have occupied Sol and neighbouring systems, expelled the less advanced humans, and constructed huge solar cannons that destroy trespassers. They rarely venture out of their territory, the last occurrence being an intervention in the Ten System War - when the Xanquat conscripted 3.2 billion humans as auxilliaries for their forces, the Illuminary demanded their release, and destroyed the Xanquat homeworld upon refusal. Some humans worship them as gods.

Thunkals

Squat humanoids with pale green skin and wide jaws. Naturally herbivores, they had several billion humans settle on their worlds. As a compromise, those humans were moved to Thuun, where they pretty much took over the place. Now living in 'Kaltown' districts in their own cities otherwise taken over, there's a lot of friction between them and their unwelcome tenants.

Xanquat

Rarely if ever seen on Thuun. Hated by humans for the conscription. Naturally xenophobic and warlike, they fought several interstellar wars until their homeworld was destroyed by the Illuminary. Now a shattered race, they have retreated from the interstellar eye. Large and coated in a thick pelt, with four arms and legs.

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Districts of the city

Uptown

The homes of the rich and powerful. Patrolled by governmental police with little love for the scum of the slums. The buildings are hermetically sealed, and the streets are lined with sleek air scrubbers. Pleasant to live in - if you can afford it. Also the location of most governmental buildings. Henderdun's wall separates Uptown from the slums and industrial districts; allegedly a firebreak, the real reason is well known - to keep out the scum. Uptown is on the west side, the slums on the east. There are merely 6 million people living in Uptown.

Midtown

An area roughly the same size as Uptown, it's geographically south of it. It boarders the industrial districts to the east and south. Although it's the same size as Uptown, it has over four times the population - 34 million people. Most corporations have their main buildings here, and the white-collar workers who man them live here. Both Uptown and Midtown are geographically higher than the rest of Kitanal, meaning they suffer less from the pollution.

Industrial District

Factories, power stations, smoke and steel, these are all there is to be found in the industrial district. The superhighways through the industrial district go over the sea to the south onto the large island with the Space Port. Here is where almost everything made, smelted, or tank-grown in the city is brought to fruition. The fusion plants that power the city and the huge atmosphere generator that keeps it from choking fatally are located at the dead centre of the city, here in the industrial district. Cut off from Uptown via the Henderdun Wall.

Lowtown

The largest part of the city by far. A sprawling mass of slums, apartment blocks, and businesses. Can vary from almost acceptable to gang-controlled pit in a city block. The south in particular, where it meets the seafront, is widely known as 'Scumtown', and police only patrol in armoured fighting vehicles. Kaltown is located mainly to the north, close to the wall, where the Wallmarket is famous for selling anything and everything -whether information, weapons, drugs, or even slaves - both human and alien. The true population of lowtown is unknown, but believed to number almost half a billion people. This is small compared to the vertical hives of further west, where each hive-city has up to two billion people in each.

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Every part of the city has various sub-districts, and most have their own facets of culture, gangs, and even species. The disparity between the have-it-alls in Uptown and the 'scummers' of lowtown has never been greater. The city - the violent, chaotic city - is scared of something, even if they don't know it themselves. Find out if you can, but beware of what you might find...

[GiglameshDespair]

Character Sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Species: Feel free to come up with something interesting, but remember humans are the majority, and if you look hideous don't expect many friends out the ether.

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: Raw strength.
Endurance: Taking punishment.
Perception: See, hear, smell.
Finesse: Fine motor control.
Technical: Technological affinity.
Mind: How well you can brain.

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: Fists, knives, whatever.
Guns: Pistols, shotguns, phased plasma rifles.
Explosives: The use of all sorts.

Fleshtech: Implants and advanced surgery.
First aid: The application of aid to those in need.
Chemistry: The knowledge of various chemical compounds, reactions, and the like.

Hacking: Assaulting and entering computer systems.
Robotics: The use and construction of robotics.
Vehicles: The piloting of vehicles, both advanced and non.

Appearance: Looks, typical clothing/uniform, whatever. Any distinctive features from the everyman.
Bio: As detailed as possible is good. Where you were born, gorwing up, whatever. Should roughly be able to explain your skills - a plumber shouldn't know heavy weapons, for example. Basically make your character coherent. Possible rewards for good backstories.

[GiglameshDespair]

Reserve, if ever needed. Doubtful, but eh.

[Varee]

Look interesting


Bio is temporary, will right more tmr

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Character Sheet:

Name:Vertila
Gender: female
Species: gremlins

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: Raw strength.            1
Endurance: Taking punishment. 1
Perception: See, hear, smell. 1
Finesse: Fine motor control. 2
Technical: Technological affinity. 3
Mind: How well you can brain. 2

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: Fists, knives, whatever. 1
Guns: Pistols, shotguns, phased plasma rifles. 0
Explosives: The use of all sorts.4

Fleshtech: Implants and advanced surgery.0
First aid: The application of aid to those in need.0
Chemistry: The knowledge of various chemical compounds, reactions, and the like.3

Hacking: Assaulting and entering computer systems.0
Robotics: The use and construction of robotics.2
Vehicles: The piloting of vehicles, both advanced and non.0

Appearance: short humanoid with black robe and hoods .robe look too short even for her size, it lift above the ground a bit showing a combat boot underneath. Face is hidden most of the time.short arm normal hand. A backpack on the back with some stuff. Tool belt around robe  with a few tool.
Bio: Born in the minority society and raise to keep it hidden , V grew up in alleyways with the other her type. They are scavenger of the age. Mechanically incline from birth each gremlin specialized in certain trait. V just happen to pick up chemistry. As many have said junk of someone is somebody else treasure. These guys are the master of picking up bit and pieces and put them together creating gadget and gizmos.With all the material in the industrial district, whether it junk or something they manage to "liberate", these gremlins pretty much taught themself to be come a decent craftsman and professional liberator of other people's property. V is especially proud with her skill in IEDs and such. It help her out of tough situation more than once. The older she grew up the more curious she get. One day the curiosity got the best of her and she venture out into the world of man....

[Avis-Mergulus]

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Character Sheet:

Name: Karim "Khan" Voronov
Gender: Male
Species: Boring ol' human.

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1.
Endurance: 1.
Perception: 1l.
Finesse: 1.
Technical: 4.
Mind: 2.

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 1.
Guns: 2.
First aid: 1.
Hacking: 4
Robotics: 1
Vehicles: 1

Appearance: Khan usually wears sharp, classy black suits, the coat usually unbuttoned and the tie missing. His brown hair is cropped close, except for a single long strand on his right temple. His left ear is pierced in three places. His face is angular, and his eyes are pale green. Both of his palms bear small, round scars. He is 24 years old.

Bio: Karim was born to Kira Voronova, a human taxi driver living in one of the shittiest neighbourhoods of Kitanal. He never knew his father: his mother never spoke about him unless she was drunk, and even then rather incoherently (much spittle was involved). He had one friend: a human programming expert fallen on hard times named Rashid, from whom he learned the basics of computer systems. This Rashid was eventually hired by the man Pavlovich, and moved to a nicer neighbourhood.
Karim, having lost his one and only friend, promptly ran away from his mother, who didn't seem to care much, and got involved with a street gang called the Spike. He was sixteen at the time. There, he learned some shanking, and a few other useful skills, until he discovered that his programming skils were enough to hack an ATM machine. He was instantly promoted from lowly grunt to valued specialist: now he earned money for the gang - for the Spike.
His skill progressed further: he found the inner logic of computers extremely easy to understand. He did bigger and bigger jobs, until he attracted the wrong sort of attention and was caught by the police - for a minor crime, since they couldn't pin his real crime on him, but he knew his stay in jail would be extremely nasty indeed.
Stephen Pavlovich bought his way out - he was a generous man. Perhaps Rashid had told him about his young friend who showed such promise. Perhaps he had other reasons. Karim didn't care. He learned caution, and went on to make a name for himself in the criminal underworld of Kitanal - the name was Khan. Need a bank account drained? The Khan can help. Need some police records to disappear? Talk to the Khan. You want a door to open at the right time? The Khan knows just the right word.
He earns a substantial amount of money now - enough to afford a large apartment in a high-class neighbourhood, a car, and all the fancy suits he so loves. He lives under the name of Timothy Greene - a law-abiding citizen. Having been deprived of everything for so long, Khan immensely enjoys nice things. His lifestyle is quietly hedonistic: he is a connoisseur of the baser pleasures of life.
He heard of Stephen Pavlovich's demise from his own sources. He did not expect it to worry him so much, but it did. Even his mother's fate didn't worry him: he transferred her a substantial sum of money once and forgot about her. But when Stephen died, Khan was unexpectedly shaken. The fact the he didn't know what happened, as well as the things he heard about Pavlovich's death and his final findings kept him awake at night, and finally he decided that he would get to the heart of this matter.

[sjm9876]

Requesting to be waitlisted, if possible, as I'm going away for a while soon.

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Name: Dice
Gender: Female
Species: Hollow/Neptunian - a subspecies of humanity, they diverged during the colonisation of the outer planets. The colony itself hovered in the clouds of Neptune, far from the sun, and as a result the Hollow’s skin grew pale. Their muscles were strengthened by the high gravity, which even the anti-grav systems couldn’t completely alleviate. On lower gravity planets their muscles wasted somewhat, leaving them much thinner than their Terran counterparts for the same strength, which in addition to their grey skin left them with their name.
 The Neptunian atmosphere however, seemed to prolong human life, leaving a native Hollow with a doubled lifespan.
  After the Illuminatory takeover of Sol, a number of Hollow colonies spread onto various planets similar to their home.
(Summary: Very thin and exceptionally pale humans)

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1
Endurance: 0
Perception: 2
Finesse: 3
Technical: 2
Mind: 2

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 0
Guns: 0
Explosives: 2

Fleshtech: 0
First aid: 0
Chemistry: 2

Hacking: 3
Robotics: 1
Vehicles: 2

Appearance: Dice is roughly 5’8” tall, but thin, weighing only 45kg. She appears to be in her late 20s, but her skin is almost completely white. To people unaware of her species, she appears extremely ill. Her head is shaved. Tribal tattoos cover her arms and the back of her head. She typically wears plain, dark, and light clothing, such as a black tanktop and black shorts. She has a scar along her jawline from a bullet graze.

Bio: Dice was born in a Hollow colony known as Kapnos 38 years ago. Its primary role was harvesting and processing various gaseous resources into usable substances, and then selling them on. One such substance was actually a drug, known as Kapune, which provided a vast adrenaline rush as well as vastly accelerating the metabolism and healing processes, whilst not being particularly addictive - this was bought by a large number of military powers for use by their soldiers. However, this made it a prime target during the Ten System War, and only 1 year into the war the colony was attacked and destroyed. her parents were killed in the attack, but Dice herself survived, having been evacuated to Thuun, more specifically, Kitanal.
 It was not long before Dice found herself lost and alone in the city, and it was only by the intervention of one Stephen Pavlovich that she survived those days at all. He stumbled upon her fighting off 2 grown men in an alleyway - a feat far less exceptional than it appears, as her body was adjusted to a far greater gravitational force. As the men ran past him, he approached her, noticing the dirt coating her skin, and offered her a place to stay.
 Dice took to the man almost as much as she did to his library - she spent many hours there, fascinated in particular by the machines presented therein. She longed to try her luck with them, to see if she could use them - or circumvent them. Little did she know the origins of this urge - having grown up exposed constantly to the Kapune, her body was adapted to a far higher adrenaline level, and she hit a ‘low’ when not taking risks. So much so, in fact, that she started sneaking from the house to steal and gamble. A little under a year later, she committed her first heist, hacking a small bank. She donated the money to one of Stephen’s many charities, but her gift was noticed, and tracking it back the man was shocked at his beneficiaries behaviour. He cast her back out onto the streets.
 By now, however, she knew quite enough about the city. She began taking a far more active role in the criminal world, gambling not only with her life but with the lives of others on the job - yet somehow they always pulled through. Her name was made - Dice - and she cast aside her old name in favor of it. Over time she began to suspect the origins of her thrill seeking ways, but even had she been able to restrain herself, she had no desire to.
 Many years later, she had left society completely, when her first job went wrong. A simple robbery, ambushing a high-towner’s transport, taking their funds, and dropping them off with the poor. A ‘Hood’ job, they called them, not for any traceable reason. Dice was driving, pulling up alongside the transport, and as her partner for the job pulled open the door to the passenger compartment she was shocked to see Stephen’s face. Her hand jerked on the wheel, and the transport’s security fired. the shot grazed her jaw,and she braked, leaving the transport to escape, and her to rest and think as her injury recovered.
 Then she heard of Stephen’s death.

Also, is a 0 in a stat acceptable?

[PewdsRocks]

Sheet in progress.

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Name : Fait Alysium
Gender : Female
Species : Falkrium

Stats.
Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perceiption: 1
Finesse: 2
Technical: 3
Mind: 2

Skills.
Melee:
Guns:
Explosives:

Fleshtech: 4
First Aid: 3
Chemistry:

Hacking:
Robotics: 3
Vehicles:

Appearance: Fait is tall and slim with almost luminescent blue skin and bright violet eyes, her hair is a sparkling purple running straight to the small of her back. She wears a helmet and fully sealed body formed purple suit at all times removing it only when she is amongst her own species or in a private environment.
Bio:
Falkrium.
Little is known of the Falkrium species as a whole or it's world, during the final days of the 10 systems war small but highly advanced ships began appearing throughout the systems scouring the remnants of battles as they ended taking equipment and in some cases living survivors from them.
These survivors were often found wandering on nearby worlds some time after being salvaged with no memory of what had happened to them after the battle at first they bore scars or crude robotic prosthetics over wounds taken in the battle but as weeks passed every new survivor found was in a better condition his wounds treated more adeptly or more advanced prosthetics attached to replace lost limbs.
Some were also found to have prosthetics or cloned tissue in place of organs or tissue that was perfectly healthy upon last medical checks but this was swiftly explained away as superior Falkrium medicine detecting a flaw that his or her own species medical technology could not detect.

The Falkrium society is divided into 2 castes, by far the largest containing some 99.9% of all Falkriums is the natural caste those who were conceived and born in a natural manner. The second caste which contains less then 10.000 across the entire species is the pure born caste. A pure born is a Falkrium who was artificially grown from the genetic material of her parents in a laboratory and even before the conception was carried out the material of both parents was cleansed of all impurities resulting in the perfect Falkrium or as they have been termed,
A pure born. these Falkriums are modified before birth to ensure that the genes that control what are considered to be Falkrium virtues are always dominant and that those considered otherwise are repressed.

Pureborns are universally believed by the Falkrium species to be the future of the species, men and women who would give birth to perfect offspring and every generation of pureborns is stronger, faster and smarter then the one that came before with new genetic material implanted into them to enhance the Falkriums own.
This kind of manipulation is common amongst Falkrium especially amongst those within certain occupations most notably amongst warriors of the species to overcome the physical frailty of the species.

With the ending of the war the Falkriums supply of wounded salvage dried up and they began to interact more directly with other species offering them medical treatment or limited technological advancement in exchange for raw materials both biological and mechanical as well as access to information on all forms of genetic and mechanical sciences to advance the Falkriums understanding of the universe though the reasons behind this are unknown to all but the highest authorities in Falkrium society.

This limited contact has persisted to this day and the Falkrium have denied all requests for access to information on Falkrium physiology or Falkrium space. Fait is one of a handful or Falkrium who interacts with species on a regular basis following rumors of new lifeforms in the hopes of discovering and studying them to add to the Falkriums database. Such a role is considered to be the highest of honors amongst the Falkrium as well as the most important of occupations and is given only to the offspring of the most important or more intelligent of the species.

The Falkrium have maintained a stance of total neutrality toward all species since first interaction with them and nobody is known to have ever seen a Falkriums true body or the inside of Falkriums vessel and been able to recall it upon leaving.

Fait.
Fait is the genetic offspring of 2 of her species most distinguished scientists and is an extraordinarily gifted scientist and physician in her own right earning the honor of traveling the universe to locate new species at the young age of 17.
Faith is also a pure born Falkrium, one of those considered to be genetically perfect and the future of her species. She was designed even before birth to be attractive in face and figure to ensure she would come across as delicate to all she meets and so present no threat though this has left her with little sense of malice or anger and very few methods of defending herself.
From the age of 2 she spent her childhood within a small creche with other pureborns like herself competing to prove herself to be the most intelligent of her generation.

Every day was spent in relentless study and simulation first understanding her own species technology and genetics and then as the creche shrank, culling those who's intelligence was found to be less then exceptional they moved on to begin studying the genetics of new species they had never heard of before. They were encouraged especially to seek out ways that the genetic structure of these new species could be used to improve that of the Falkrium people.

At the age of 14 the creche had shrank to just 5 and they moved into more specialized instruction to learn the most advanced medical and mechanical techniques known to the Falkrium species and began practical usage of it working along side the most skilled scientists, physicians and engineers of the species learning from them and gaining experience until finally Fait was signed out amongst 5 exceptional young minds to be the most extraordinary of all and was given the honor of traveling into the universe to gain knowledge for her species.

Fait was assigned to the current investigation of a new disease by a former travel of her kind who had worked with Stephen in the past.

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The Falkrium system is void of any and all intelligent life besides that of the Falkrium's themselves and shows no sign of any other life having ever existed within it at all, this is because the Falkrium's answer to species who serve no purpose has been to study them under the guise of helping them to develop and in doing so discover the species genetic weaknesses and then when certain they had nothing left to learn they would devise a virus specifically built to annihilates a species without harming any other lifeforms around it and unleash it upon them.

With the genocide complete a small army of machines would be landed on the planet to systematically destroy or build over the signs of the previous civilization annihilating any sign of it's existence from the world to ensure no hint of the Falkriums true motives would ever be discovered.

As the Falkriums travelers explored under the guise of beneficent scientists and doctor they would acquire samples of viruses and plagues studying them and sending them back to the home world for use in creating the plague that would one day be used to annihilate new species.

[Pancaek]

Sheet up, should be okay to go

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Name: Konrad Cemane
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perception: 2
Finesse: 3
Technical: 3
Mind: 0

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 0
Guns: 3
Explosives: 1

Fleshtech: 0
First aid: 0
Chemistry: 0

Hacking: 2
Robotics: 0
Vehicles: 4

Appearance: a 30 something human male of about 6 feet height, Konrad has grey eyes and dark grey hair. He sports a buzz cut and a full moustache and beard that he keeps well maintained. He has multiple small scars from various gang fights all over his body, though the only ones that can be seen is some burn scar tissue on his  right hand and knife mark on his neck, the rest are located beneath his clothes most of the time. He usually wears standard grey overalls from the Pavlovich company he works for.

Bio: Growing up in the slums is not healthy for a child. The entire city wasn't healthy for a child, what with the pollution, but the slums brought with them all kinds of different hazards. Konrad never knew his father, like so many other children his father had simply gone off when his mother told him she was pregnant. His mother, Cynthia, worked herself half to death to earn enough money to keep their little appartement. It was too small, the furniture fell apart and every day something would break, but it was all they could afford. Konrad never got a real education, there simply wasn't enough money. For all that his mother tried to teach him, he still got into bad company.

His teenage years were spent on the streets. There was no work for a young man without any education, no future. It was because of this bleak prospect that he got attracted to the local gangs. They were mostly small time, breaking into badly protected places to steal what they could. The shitty security systems in the slums weren't all that hard to hack into for Konrad, though some days he liked to simply slap some explosives on the locks and blast the door wide open. Small pleasures, you know?. Once he was reaching 19 years of age, Konrad had worked himself up the gang ladder. He frequently took part in larger break-ins, and the occasional turf war wasn't unheard of. casualties were low, mostly because of the low quality, cobbled together guns that were used. But Konrad learned to work around the inherent crappyness of the guns and was able to land shots with some accuracy.

Cynthia, meanwhile, kept working hard for herself and her son. From time to time, Konrad would bring home money to help the household, though he always refused to say where he got it. She frequently tried to talk him out of going wherever it was he got the money, and tried to find him a decent job. Konrad, in his youthful arrogance, always got mad and stormed out of the house, staying away longer and longer each time. It was his great suprise that, upon coming home one day, he found his mother on the ground of their appartement. She had fallen extremely ill and had been for some time now. The ilness was not unknown, but the costs for the procedure were simply something they could not afford. All Konrad could do was sit by her bedside as she slipped into uncounsciousness and passed away two days later.

In the year following the death of his mother, Konrad stopped seeing the gang he was in. The first few weeks his former "friends" frequently came to his appartement, demanding that Konrad came back, or else. The sight of a drunk, pissed off 'Big K' with a revolver was usually enough to send the would-be tough guys scurrying back to their masters. For the braver and more stupid ones, a quick shot to the kneecaps usually did the trick. Soon, the gangers stopped bothering him alltogether. Konrad kept sliding into deeper depression, to the point that he couldn't even be bothered to pay the rent. It came to no suprise to him that he soon found himself homeless on the street, with a broken nose and multiple bruises from his unfriendly eviction.

He was homeless for quite some time until he came across one of Pavlovich's charities. It started out small, with a bowl of soup and place to sleep. But soon he started doing regular volunteering work for the charity, in return for a permanent sleeping place in the charity building. Oftentimes he would drive around supplies for Pavlovich's charity, he knew the rouds around the slums and the poor districs well enough from the many times he had to shake off rival gangs. After a few years, he was approached by one of Pavlovich's workers, who offered him a full-time job as a driver for Pavlovich.

And so it is, that for the next 8 years Konrad would work as a driver. Transporting goods, documents and people in all kinds of vehicles. He had a nice little appartement, a good job, and at long last, he had a future again. he got the news one evening after a particularely long trip delivering some goods to one of the charities. Pavlovich was dead, right after buying on old book. Pavlovich, the man who made it his mission to work with lowest, vilest scum of this big city suddenly dies after buying a book? Something was wrong, and Konrad wanted to know what had become of the man who had given him back his life.

[Harry Baldman]

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Name: "Dr. Jesus Jones", apparently. Nobody knows what other names he might have had in his life, really.
Gender: Male
Species: Xanquat

Stats:
Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perception: 1
Finesse: 3
Technical: 3
Mind: 1

Skills:
Melee: 0
Guns: 1
Explosives: 0

Fleshtech: 4
First Aid: 2
Chemistry: 1

Hacking: 0
Robotics: 2
Vehicles: 0

Appearance: Dr. Jesus Jones presents the answer to the question no reasonable human in their lives has ever asked - what DOES a shaved Xanquat look like? The answer is apparently slightly disturbing to look upon - a leathery, light tan-gray humanoid, with its entire skin hanging slightly loosely off its body, similarly to one of those hairless cats, except with eight limbs, a non-mammalian sort of face and non-visible ears. As a result, Dr. Jesus looks quite wizened and ancient, though there is reason to believe that this might not be at all the case. He tends to walk with his lower pair of arms behind his back, and keeps his rear and front legs close together in an effort to appear more humanlike. Tends to wear inconspicuous clothing, and steers very much away from any strikingly Xanquat fashion trends, which pretty much relegates him to the fashions of the Fwimza, which are, as a rule, quite brightly colored and evocative of other races' kitsch and camp - Thunkal-style knee-length shorts, bright violet with yellow stars on them, human-style bright red pumps for shoes, a Neptunian-style poncho they would give away for free at a thrift shop if they weren't so dang greedy, navy blue with periwinkle stripes, and a human-style cowboy hat with a strap to hold it down, dark purple.

Bio: Dr. Jesus Jones, unlike many of today's Xanquat, is actually a homeworlder - quite a rare thing these days, and often a badge of pride among certain Xanquat in the pub posturing the race is so often characterized by these days now that their military has been effectively declawed by gods among men. He showed little aptitude for much of anything during his youth and, like most Xanquat who failed to distinguish themselves at something before a certain age, was thus drafted into the military, where he was trained as a medic and shown the ways of Xanquat fleshtech and methods of aiding a great variety of both Xanquat and others, for the empire did conscript far and it did conscript wide. Like at most other things, he showed no particular talent, but he worked hard and he worked long, and his skills were honed to about the level that a proper flesh technician first class (easily recognizable by their shaved bodies - no fleshtech was permitted to have hair for fear of shedding during delicate operations, and in the spirit of this Dr. Jones regularly shaves his body to this very day) was expected to demonstrate. He had been on many deployments and recruitment drives, saving lives and upgrading fresh recruits to fit the Xanquat fitness standards and possibly even exceed them.

It was during one such assignment, off in a system not very far from Thuun, that the news came of the Great Disaster - Dr. Jones was struck blind for two whole days by the news, he recalls, so unexpected they were. Despite this, he could have had it worse - his commanding officer's heart stopped from hearing the same thing, though they never bothered to investigate if that was not just some kind of suicide instead - it was thought impolite to pry, and the results could only be damaging to his reputation if they were indeed different from the version that survived among his peers. The central command of the Xanquat was destroyed, and many units, including such detachments as Dr. Jones', were never actually recalled in the massive logistics nightmare that followed. And nobody ever came to support them, or point them to any refuge, or do much else, in fact. To say nothing of the trauma of having one's entire civilian life and history destroyed just like that. The Xanquat medic detachment wandered that planet, the name of which Dr. Jones can't quite recall if he ever found out. Some of them engaged in violent crime and lashed out against the civilians around, some tried to find ways of escape and return to more Xanquat-dominated territories, but neither had much luck - within two years, most of them had met ends of some kind, whether from drinking themselves to death, being victims of anti-Xanquat riots, suicide, getting into far too much trouble with the law or something else - not Dr. Jones, though, who insisted on keeping his head down for as long as possible - and even that was not enough, for the people came after him eventually as well, just when he had moved to Thuun in hopes of starting a new life after years of saving up and doing odd jobs, they were worshipers of the Illuminary. It was only through massive bribery of the local authorities by a certain Mr. Stephen Pavlovich that he was not lynched shortly afterward - Dr. Jones recalled watching with glee as the armored police started beating the tar out of the gathered mob, their bones breaking, their blood spilling, all manner of fluids streaming from their faces from technologically sophisticated anti-crowd irritants, and their teeth flying with each blow to the face. It was pleasing to hear them scream as the hammer came down - a natural feeling, one every Xanquat worth his salt treasured.

Mr. Pavlovich, for his part, was not really motivated by any real love of the Xanquat, or particular racial politics of his to do this thing (though Dr. Jones suspected how Mr. Pavlovich may have equated him with some kind of subhuman mutant, a pitiable wreck of a being never likely to fit into society), the saving of Dr. Jones. He was more interested in the fleshtech of the race, which was, with the death, imprisonment and alienation of most Xanquat in Thuknal and human territories, quite the lost art. Mr. Pavlovich, while technically interested in humanitarian efforts above all, did have many uses for one such as Dr. Jones ("Dr. Jesus Jones" was the name Mr. Pavlovich used to identify Dr. Jones to his friends, a sort of private joke Dr. Jones didn't quite understand) - many more or less legal implants were quite useful to both him and his associates, all for the sake of activism and such, naturally, and Mr. Pavlovich did like to send Dr. Jones particularly afflicted mutants and such for alleviation of their more hideous symptoms - Mr. Pavlovich had set up a special basement for his special friend, and paid many authorities good money to ignore it to the best of their ability, and this was Dr. Jones' home for quite a while - Dr. Jones did not dare complain, as, no matter how much he detested humans, Thuknals and any other horrendous beasts (sometimes as an exotic form of bribery, sometimes for functional concerns, though the specific details Dr. Jones knew better than to ask for) sent his way, he was very much aware of the incredible difficulty a Xanquat such as him would have finding any better place to stay and not be killed.

However, now that Mr. Pavlovich is very much dead, Dr. Jones finds himself in quite a nasty situation - his meal ticket appears to be up, and his existence, if he did not figure out something fast, would quickly become both apparent and very unwanted by the locals. So that just left one reasonable possibility - visiting Mr. Pavlovich's estate, finding the contact information of his associates, and somehow offering them his services - if they were not rich like Mr. Pavlovich, perhaps they would at least see reason and get his back, or do something similar to limit Dr. Jones' terrible exposure to the vagaries of Kitanalan society.

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((Posted a sheet. Say, Giglamesh, are our stats related to our skills? That is, do I need high Finesse or something to shoot a gun well, or is skill in Guns enough?))

[GiglameshDespair]

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Character Sheet:

Name:Vertila
Genderfemale
Species: gremlins

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: Raw strength.            1
Endurance: Taking punishment. 1
Perception: See, hear, smell. 1
Finesse: Fine motor control. 2
Technical: Technological affinity. 3
Mind: How well you can brain. 2

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: Fists, knives, whatever. 1
Guns: Pistols, shotguns, phased plasma rifles. 0
Explosives: The use of all sorts.4

Fleshtech: Implants and advanced surgery.0
First aid: The application of aid to those in need.0
Chemistry: The knowledge of various chemical compounds, reactions, and the like.3

Hacking: Assaulting and entering computer systems.0
Robotics: The use and construction of robotics.2
Vehicles: The piloting of vehicles, both advanced and non.0

Appearance: short humanoid with black robe and hoods .robe look too short even for his ize, it lift above the geound a bit showing a combat boot underneath. Face is hidden most of the time.short arm normal hand. A backpack on the back with some stuff. Toolbelt around robe  with a few tool.
Bio: Born in the minority society and raise to keep it hidden , V grew up in alleyways with the other her type. They are scavenger of the age. Mechanically incline from birth each gremlin specialized in certain trait. V just happen to pick up chemistry. As many have say junk of someone is somebody else treasure. These guys are the master of picking up bit and pieces and put them together creating gadget and gizmos. V is especially proud with her skill in ieds and such. It help her out of tough situation more than once. The older she grew up the more curious she get. One day the curiosity got the best of her and she venture out into the world of man....

Might need to correct spelling and grammar there. This will hopefully be a quite text-heavy game.

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Character Sheet:

Name: Karim "Khan" Voronov
Gender: Male
Species: Boring ol' human.

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1.
Endurance: 1.
Perception: 1l.
Finesse: 1.
Technical: 4.
Mind: 2.

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 1.
Guns: 2.
First aid: 1.
Hacking: 4
Robotics: 1
Vehicles: 1

Appearance: Khan usually wears sharp, classy black suits, the coat usually unbuttoned and the tie missing. His brown hair is cropped close, except for a single long strand on his right temple. His left ear is pierced in three places. His face is angular, and his eyes are pale green. Both of his palms bear small, round scars. He is 24 years old.

Bio: Karim was born to Kira Voronova, a human taxi driver living in one of the shittiest neighbourhoods of Kitanal. He never knew his father: his mother never spoke about him unless she was drunk, and even then rather incoherently (much spittle was involved). He had one friend: a human programming expert fallen on hard times named Rashid, from whom he learned the basics of computer systems. This Rashid was eventually hired by the man Pavlovich, and moved to a nicer neighbourhood.
Karim, having lost his one and only friend, promptly ran away from his mother, who didn't seem to care much, and got involved with a street gang called the Spike. He was sixteen at the time. There, he learned some shanking, and a few other useful skills, until he discovered that his programming skils were enough to hack an ATM machine. He was instantly promoted from lowly grunt to valued specialist: now he earned money for the gang - for the Spike.
His skill progressed further: he found the inner logic of computers extremely easy to understand. He did bigger and bigger jobs, until he attracted the wrong sort of attention and was caught by the police - for a minor crime, since they couldn't pin his real crime on him, but he knew his stay in jail would be extremely nasty indeed.
Stephen Pavlovich bought his way out - he was a generous man. Perhaps Rashid had told him about his young friend who showed such promise. Perhaps he had other reasons. Karim didn't care. He learned caution, and went on to make a name for himself in the criminal underworld of Kitanal - the name was Khan. Need a bank account drained? The Khan can help. Need some police records to disappear? Talk to the Khan. You want a door to open at the right time? The Khan knows just the right word.
He earns a substantial amount of money now - enough to afford a large apartment in a high-class neighbourhood, a car, and all the fancy suits he so loves. He lives under the name of Timothy Greene - a law-abiding citizen. Having been deprived of everything for so long, Khan immensely enjoys nice things. His lifestyle is quietly hedonistic: he is a connoisseur of the baser pleasures of life.
He heard of Stephen Pavlovich's demise from his own sources. He did not expect it to worry him so much, but it did. Even his mother's fate didn't worry him: he transferred her a substantial sum of money once and forgot about her. But when Stephen died, Khan was unexpectedly shaken. The fact the he didn't know what happened, as well as the things he heard about Pavlovich's death and his final findings kept him awake at night, and finally he decided that he would get to the heart of this matter.

Nice. As for your question, skill in shooting will for the most part require just guns. Particularly fine aiming and precision work will ask for finesse as well, but you can still shoot well with shaky hands.

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Name: Dice
Gender: Female
Species: Hollow/Neptunian - a subspecies of humanity, they diverged during the colonisation of the outer planets. The colony itself hovered in the clouds of Neptune, far from the sun, and as a result the Hollow’s skin grew pale. Their muscles were strengthened by the high gravity, which even the anti-grav systems couldn’t completely alleviate. On lower gravity planets their muscles wasted somewhat, leaving them much thinner than their Terran counterparts for the same strength, which in addition to their grey skin left them with their name.
 The Neptunian atmosphere however, seemed to prolong human life, leaving a native Hollow with a doubled lifespan.
  After the Illuminatory takeover of Sol, a number of Hollow colonies spread onto various planets similar to their home.
(Summary: Very thin and exceptionally pale humans)

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1
Endurance: 0
Perception: 2
Finesse: 3
Technical: 2
Mind: 2

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 0
Guns: 0
Explosives: 2

Fleshtech: 0
First aid: 0
Chemistry: 2

Hacking: 3
Robotics: 1
Vehicles: 2

Appearance: Dice is roughly 5’8” tall, but thin, weighing only 45kg. She appears to be in her late 20s, but her skin is almost completely white. To people unaware of her species, she appears extremely ill. Her head is shaved. Tribal tattoos cover her arms and the back of her head. She typically wears plain, dark, and light clothing, such as a black tanktop and black shorts. She has a scar along her jawline from a bullet graze.

Bio: Dice was born in a Hollow colony known as Kapnos 38 years ago. Its primary role was harvesting and processing various gaseous resources into usable substances, and then selling them on. One such substance was actually a drug, known as Kapune, which provided a vast adrenaline rush as well as vastly accelerating the metabolism and healing processes, whilst not being particularly addictive - this was bought by a large number of military powers for use by their soldiers. However, this made it a prime target during the Ten System War, and only 1 year into the war the colony was attacked and destroyed. her parents were killed in the attack, but Dice herself survived, having been evacuated to Thuun, more specifically, Kitanal.
 It was not long before Dice found herself lost and alone in the city, and it was only by the intervention of one Stephen Pavlovich that she survived those days at all. He stumbled upon her fighting off 2 grown men in an alleyway - a feat far less exceptional than it appears, as her body was adjusted to a far greater gravitational force. As the men ran past him, he approached her, noticing the dirt coating her skin, and offered her a place to stay.
 Dice took to the man almost as much as she did to his library - she spent many hours there, fascinated in particular by the machines presented therein. She longed to try her luck with them, to see if she could use them - or circumvent them. Little did she know the origins of this urge - having grown up exposed constantly to the Kapune, her body was adapted to a far higher adrenaline level, and she hit a ‘low’ when not taking risks. So much so, in fact, that she started sneaking from the house to steal and gamble. A little under a year later, she committed her first heist, hacking a small bank. She donated the money to one of Stephen’s many charities, but her gift was noticed, and tracking it back the man was shocked at his beneficiaries behaviour. He cast her back out onto the streets.
 By now, however, she knew quite enough about the city. She began taking a far more active role in the criminal world, gambling not only with her life but with the lives of others on the job - yet somehow they always pulled through. Her name was made - Dice - and she cast aside her old name in favor of it. Over time she began to suspect the origins of her thrill seeking ways, but even had she been able to restrain herself, she had no desire to.
 Many years later, she had left society completely, when her first job went wrong. A simple robbery, ambushing a high-towner’s transport, taking their funds, and dropping them off with the poor. A ‘Hood’ job, they called them, not for any traceable reason. Dice was driving, pulling up alongside the transport, and as her partner for the job pulled open the door to the passenger compartment she was shocked to see Stephen’s face. Her hand jerked on the wheel, and the transport’s security fired. the shot grazed her jaw,and she braked, leaving the transport to escape, and her to rest and think as her injury recovered.
 Then she heard of Stephen’s death.

Also, is a 0 in a stat acceptable?

0 in a stat is indeed acceptable. You'll just be a fragile as Glass-Jawed Joe, in your case. I'll waitlist you as requested.

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Name : Fait Alysium
Gender : Female
Species : Falkrium

Stats.
Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perceiption: 1
Finesse: 2
Technical: 3
Mind: 2

Skills.
Melee:
Guns:
Explosives:

Fleshtech: 4
First Aid: 3
Chemistry:

Hacking:
Robotics: 3
Vehicles:

Appearance: Fait is tall and slim with almost luminescent blue skin and bright violet eyes, her hair is a sparkling purple running straight to the small of her back. She wears a helmet and fully sealed body formed purple suit at all times removing it only when she is amongst her own species or in a private environment.
Bio:
Falkrium.
Little is known of the Falkrium species as a whole or it's world, during the final days of the 10 systems war small but highly advanced ships began appearing throughout the systems scouring the remnants of battles as they ended taking equipment and in some cases living survivors from them.
These survivors were often found wandering on nearby worlds some time after being salvaged with no memory of what had happened to them after the battle at first they bore scars or crude robotic prosthetics over wounds taken in the battle but as weeks passed every new survivor found was in a better condition his wounds treated more adeptly or more advanced prosthetics attached to replace lost limbs.
Some were also found to have prosthetics or cloned tissue in place of organs or tissue that was perfectly healthy upon last medical checks but this was swiftly explained away as superior Falkrium medicine detecting a flaw that his or her own species medical technology could not detect.

The Falkrium society is divided into 2 castes, by far the largest containing some 99.9% of all Falkriums is the natural caste those who were conceived and born in a natural manner. The second caste which contains less then 10.000 across the entire species is the pure born caste. A pure born is a Falkrium who was artificially grown from the genetic material of her parents in a laboratory and even before the conception was carried out the material of both parents was cleansed of all impurities resulting in the perfect Falkrium or as they have been termed,
A pure born. these Falkriums are modified before birth to ensure that the genes that control what are considered to be Falkrium virtues are always dominant and that those considered otherwise are repressed.

Pureborns are universally believed by the Falkrium species to be the future of the species, men and women who would give birth to perfect offspring and every generation of pureborns is stronger, faster and smarter then the one that came before with new genetic material implanted into them to enhance the Falkriums own.
This kind of manipulation is common amongst Falkrium especially amongst those within certain occupations most notably amongst warriors of the species to overcome the physical frailty of the species.

With the ending of the war the Falkriums supply of wounded salvage dried up and they began to interact more directly with other species offering them medical treatment or limited technological advancement in exchange for raw materials both biological and mechanical as well as access to information on all forms of genetic and mechanical sciences to advance the Falkriums understanding of the universe though the reasons behind this are unknown to all but the highest authorities in Falkrium society.

This limited contact has persisted to this day and the Falkrium have denied all requests for access to information on Falkrium physiology or Falkrium space. Fait is one of a handful or Falkrium who interacts with species on a regular basis following rumors of new lifeforms in the hopes of discovering and studying them to add to the Falkriums database. Such a role is considered to be the highest of honors amongst the Falkrium as well as the most important of occupations and is given only to the offspring of the most important or more intelligent of the species.

The Falkrium have maintained a stance of total neutrality toward all species since first interaction with them and nobody is known to have ever seen a Falkriums true body or the inside of Falkriums vessel and been able to recall it upon leaving.

Fait.
Fait is the genetic offspring of 2 of her species most distinguished scientists and is an extraordinarily gifted scientist and physician in her own right earning the honor of traveling the universe to locate new species at the young age of 17.
Faith is also a pure born Falkrium, one of those considered to be genetically perfect and the future of her species. She was designed even before birth to be attractive in face and figure to ensure she would come across as delicate to all she meets and so present no threat though this has left her with little sense of malice or anger and very few methods of defending herself.
From the age of 2 she spent her childhood within a small creche with other pureborns like herself competing to prove herself to be the most intelligent of her generation.

Every day was spent in relentless study and simulation first understanding her own species technology and genetics and then as the creche shrank, culling those who's intelligence was found to be less then exceptional they moved on to begin studying the genetics of new species they had never heard of before. They were encouraged especially to seek out ways that the genetic structure of these new species could be used to improve that of the Falkrium people.

At the age of 14 the creche had shrank to just 5 and they moved into more specialized instruction to learn the most advanced medical and mechanical techniques known to the Falkrium species and began practical usage of it working along side the most skilled scientists, physicians and engineers of the species learning from them and gaining experience until finally Fait was signed out amongst 5 exceptional young minds to be the most extraordinary of all and was given the honor of traveling into the universe to gain knowledge for her species.

Hmmm. The concept is good, though I don't see where you'd connect with poor dead Stephan Pavlovich. And of places to find new species, it sees odd this best-of-the-best alien would come to the run-down grinding misery of Kitanal.

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Name: Konrad Cemane
Gender: Male
Species: Human

Stats: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular stat.

Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perception: 2
Finesse: 3
Technical: 3
Mind: 0

Skills: 10 points to distribute. Max of 4 in any particular skill.

Melee: 0
Guns: 3
Explosives: 1

Fleshtech: 0
First aid: 0
Chemistry: 0

Hacking: 2
Robotics: 0
Vehicles: 4

Appearance: a 30 something human male of about 6 feet height, Konrad has grey eyes and dark grey hair. He sports a buzz cut and a full moustache and beard that he keeps well maintained. He has multiple small scars from various gang fights all over his body, though the only ones that can be seen is some burn scar tissue on his  right hand and knife mark on his neck, the rest are located beneath his clothes most of the time. He usually wears standard grey overalls from the Pavlovich company he works for.

Bio: Growing up in the slums is not healthy for a child. The entire city wasn't healthy for a child, what with the pollution, but the slums brought with them all kinds of different hazards. Konrad never knew his father, like so many other children his father had simply gone off when his mother told him she was pregnant. His mother, Cynthia, worked herself half to death to earn enough money to keep their little appartement. It was too small, the furniture fell apart and every day something would break, but it was all they could afford. Konrad never got a real education, there simply wasn't enough money. For all that his mother tried to teach him, he still got into bad company.

His teenage years were spent on the streets. There was no work for a young man without any education, no future. It was because of this bleak prospect that he got attracted to the local gangs. They were mostly small time, breaking into badly protected places to steal what they could. The shitty security systems in the slums weren't all that hard to hack into for Konrad, though some days he liked to simply slap some explosives on the locks and blast the door wide open. Small pleasures, you know?. Once he was reaching 19 years of age, Konrad had worked himself up the gang ladder. He frequently took part in larger break-ins, and the occasional turf war wasn't unheard of. casualties were low, mostly because of the low quality, cobbled together guns that were used. But Konrad learned to work around the inherent crappyness of the guns and was able to land shots with some accuracy.

Cynthia, meanwhile, kept working hard for herself and her son. From time to time, Konrad would bring home money to help the household, though he always refused to say where he got it. She frequently tried to talk him out of going wherever it was he got the money, and tried to find him a decent job. Konrad, in his youthful arrogance, always got mad and stormed out of the house, staying away longer and longer each time. It was his great suprise that, upon coming home one day, he found his mother on the ground of their appartement. She had fallen extremely ill and had been for some time now. The ilness was not unknown, but the costs for the procedure were simply something they could not afford. All Konrad could do was sit by her bedside as she slipped into uncounsciousness and passed away two days later.

In the year following the death of his mother, Konrad stopped seeing the gang he was in. The first few weeks his former "friends" frequently came to his appartement, demanding that Konrad came back, or else. The sight of a drunk, pissed off 'Big K' with a revolver was usually enough to send the would-be tough guys scurrying back to their masters. For the braver and more stupid ones, a quick shot to the kneecaps usually did the trick. Soon, the gangers stopped bothering him alltogether. Konrad kept sliding into deeper depression, to the point that he couldn't even be bothered to pay the rent. It came to no suprise to him that he soon found himself homeless on the street, with a broken nose and multiple bruises from his unfriendly eviction.

He was homeless for quite some time until he came across one of Pavlovich's charities. It started out small, with a bowl of soup and place to sleep. But soon he started doing regular volunteering work for the charity, in return for a permanent sleeping place in the charity building. Oftentimes he would drive around supplies for Pavlovich's charity, he knew the rouds around the slums and the poor districs well enough from the many times he had to shake off rival gangs. After a few years, he was approached by one of Pavlovich's workers, who offered him a full-time job as a driver for Pavlovich.

And so it is, that for the next 8 years Konrad would work as a driver. Transporting goods, documents and people in all kinds of vehicles. He had a nice little appartement, a good job, and at long last, he had a future again. he got the news one evening after a particularely long trip delivering some goods to one of the charities. Pavlovich was dead, right after buying on old book. Pavlovich, the man who made it his mission to work with lowest, vilest scum of this big city suddenly dies after buying a book? Something was wrong, and Konrad wanted to know what had become of the man who had given him back his life.

Not bad.

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Name: "Dr. Jesus Jones", apparently. Nobody knows what other names he might have had in his life, really.
Gender: Male
Species: Xanquat

Stats:
Strength: 1
Endurance: 1
Perception: 1
Finesse: 3
Technical: 3
Mind: 1

Skills:
Melee: 0
Guns: 1
Explosives: 0

Fleshtech: 4
First Aid: 2
Chemistry: 1

Hacking: 0
Robotics: 2
Vehicles: 0

Appearance: Dr. Jesus Jones presents the answer to the question no reasonable human in their lives has ever asked - what DOES a shaved Xanquat look like? The answer is apparently slightly disturbing to look upon - a leathery, light tan-gray humanoid, with its entire skin hanging slightly loosely off its body, similarly to one of those hairless cats, except with eight limbs, a non-mammalian sort of face and non-visible ears. As a result, Dr. Jesus looks quite wizened and ancient, though there is reason to believe that this might not be at all the case. He tends to walk with his lower pair of arms behind his back, and keeps his rear and front legs close together in an effort to appear more humanlike. Tends to wear inconspicuous clothing, and steers very much away from any strikingly Xanquat fashion trends, which pretty much relegates him to the fashions of the Fwimza, which are, as a rule, quite brightly colored and evocative of other races' kitsch and camp - Thunkal-style knee-length shorts, bright violet with yellow stars on them, human-style bright red pumps for shoes, a Neptunian-style poncho they would give away for free at a thrift shop if they weren't so dang greedy, navy blue with periwinkle stripes, and a human-style cowboy hat with a strap to hold it down, dark purple.

Bio: Dr. Jesus Jones, unlike many of today's Xanquat, is actually a homeworlder - quite a rare thing these days, and often a badge of pride among certain Xanquat in the pub posturing the race is so often characterized by these days now that their military has been effectively declawed by gods among men. He showed little aptitude for much of anything during his youth and, like most Xanquat who failed to distinguish themselves at something before a certain age, was thus drafted into the military, where he was trained as a medic and shown the ways of Xanquat fleshtech and methods of aiding a great variety of both Xanquat and others, for the empire did conscript far and it did conscript wide. Like at most other things, he showed no particular talent, but he worked hard and he worked long, and his skills were honed to about the level that a proper flesh technician first class (easily recognizable by their shaved bodies - no fleshtech was permitted to have hair for fear of shedding during delicate operations, and in the spirit of this Dr. Jones regularly shaves his body to this very day) was expected to demonstrate. He had been on many deployments and recruitment drives, saving lives and upgrading fresh recruits to fit the Xanquat fitness standards and possibly even exceed them.

It was during one such assignment, off in a system not very far from Thuun, that the news came of the Great Disaster - Dr. Jones was struck blind for two whole days by the news, he recalls, so unexpected they were. Despite this, he could have had it worse - his commanding officer's heart stopped from hearing the same thing, though they never bothered to investigate if that was not just some kind of suicide instead - it was thought impolite to pry, and the results could only be damaging to his reputation if they were indeed different from the version that survived among his peers. The central command of the Xanquat was destroyed, and many units, including such detachments as Dr. Jones', were never actually recalled in the massive logistics nightmare that followed. And nobody ever came to support them, or point them to any refuge, or do much else, in fact. To say nothing of the trauma of having one's entire civilian life and history destroyed just like that. The Xanquat medic detachment wandered that planet, the name of which Dr. Jones can't quite recall if he ever found out. Some of them engaged in violent crime and lashed out against the civilians around, some tried to find ways of escape and return to more Xanquat-dominated territories, but neither had much luck - within two years, most of them had met ends of some kind, whether from drinking themselves to death, being victims of anti-Xanquat riots, suicide, getting into far too much trouble with the law or something else - not Dr. Jones, though, who insisted on keeping his head down for as long as possible - and even that was not enough, for the people came after him eventually as well, just when he had moved to Thuun in hopes of starting a new life after years of saving up and doing odd jobs, they were worshipers of the Illuminary. It was only through massive bribery of the local authorities by a certain Mr. Stephen Pavlovich that he was not lynched shortly afterward - Dr. Jones recalled watching with glee as the armored police started beating the tar out of the gathered mob, their bones breaking, their blood spilling, all manner of fluids streaming from their faces from technologically sophisticated anti-crowd irritants, and their teeth flying with each blow to the face. It was pleasing to hear them scream as the hammer came down - a natural feeling, one every Xanquat worth his salt treasured.

Mr. Pavlovich, for his part, was not really motivated by any real love of the Xanquat, or particular racial politics of his to do this thing (though Dr. Jones suspected how Mr. Pavlovich may have equated him with some kind of subhuman mutant, a pitiable wreck of a being never likely to fit into society), the saving of Dr. Jones. He was more interested in the fleshtech of the race, which was, with the death, imprisonment and alienation of most Xanquat in Thuknal and human territories, quite the lost art. Mr. Pavlovich, while technically interested in humanitarian efforts above all, did have many uses for one such as Dr. Jones ("Dr. Jesus Jones" was the name Mr. Pavlovich used to identify Dr. Jones to his friends, a sort of private joke Dr. Jones didn't quite understand) - many more or less legal implants were quite useful to both him and his associates, all for the sake of activism and such, naturally, and Mr. Pavlovich did like to send Dr. Jones particularly afflicted mutants and such for alleviation of their more hideous symptoms - Mr. Pavlovich had set up a special basement for his special friend, and paid many authorities good money to ignore it to the best of their ability, and this was Dr. Jones' home for quite a while - Dr. Jones did not dare complain, as, no matter how much he detested humans, Thuknals and any other horrendous beasts (sometimes as an exotic form of bribery, sometimes for functional concerns, though the specific details Dr. Jones knew better than to ask for) sent his way, he was very much aware of the incredible difficulty a Xanquat such as him would have finding any better place to stay and not be killed.

However, now that Mr. Pavlovich is very much dead, Dr. Jones finds himself in quite a nasty situation - his meal ticket appears to be up, and his existence, if he did not figure out something fast, would quickly become both apparent and very unwanted by the locals. So that just left one reasonable possibility - visiting Mr. Pavlovich's estate, finding the contact information of his associates, and somehow offering them his services - if they were not rich like Mr. Pavlovich, perhaps they would at least see reason and get his back, or do something similar to limit Dr. Jones' terrible exposure to the vagaries of Kitanalan society.

Gahaha, I love it!

[Pancaek]

Is 'not bad' good enough? Because if you've got any particular points of critisism I would be more than happy to adjust my sheet. Anything the please the mighty GM, after all.

[PewdsRocks]

Gar I knew I forgot to do something.

[GiglameshDespair]

Pancaek: no, it's pretty good. Can't think of any problems with it at all.

[Pancaek]

Yay. Now just gotta wait for this to start. anticipation rising