Gonzalez
Sonny, I Watched the Vault Bein' Built!
CHARACTERS
Latham, Markus
Branch: CMC
Rank: 2nd Lieutenent
Bio: Born in New Gettysburg, Mars, November 11, 2285. Obtained a college degree in Literature at the University of Mars at 2314 after enlisting in the Colonial Marines Officer's Reserve to pay for his studies. After two years of working as a teacher he was called into service to serve in the First Colonial Independence War. He participated in the conflict for one year and a half serving on board the MSC "Yamashita", until wounded in 2318. After recovering from his leg injury, he was transferred to a post far away from enemy lines, in an isolated research colony.
Deveraux, Leon
Branch: CMC (MP)
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: “I always wanted to see space, you know. Having spent the majority of my life piloting the back of a hydro-machine on one of the fringe worlds, the concept of dancing out amidst the stars was one that had a peculiar fascination for me. I used to watch the ships come in from time to time; mostly cargo deliveries, but sometimes you got a bigger ship than a freighter and hell, all of them were beautiful to me. They could fly, something that apparently was not to be the case for me. Yeah, I was the son of agro-techs and so my glorious dreams of plying the space-lanes was not all that likely, given the lack of incentive. Every hand is needed in the colonies, and you pitch in alongside all the rest. Boring life you know, but at least you could pump in music to the headset of the suit you wore and that kind of killed the time on hand. Agro-plots are pretty large, y’know: not many people to really talk with your age, so I grew up among adults pretty early on. Got me into trouble sometimes too, what with a ‘smart mouth’ and all.
Still, I got out of there quickly enough. Yeah it was all that great driving one of the vehicles to town from time to time and getting a cut of the proceeds. It gave me some time off; it gave me some time to figure out what I wanted to do than be a dirtbunny out in the boonies. Basically, it gave me the chance to eventually file away for university, once the mandatory training hours were done at the crèche school. Correspondence vid-courses can be hard when you work a long day, but hell, I got by. I always do you know, and eventually I managed to get off planet. I didn’t want to be a bloody marine, but I figured that the ‘Forces’ could at least get me somewhere before I switched in for a Government job. Maybe I could do that a few years and then get transferred to something better. Piloting maybe…I’m pretty good in the sims and all. Another life wasted on vid games and virtual reality, but I could say it was prime training for wanting to be an officer of the law.
Yeah, I believe in peace and security and all that, but it’s a means, man. It’s a means to get somewhere, to play the system till you get something you want out of life. So I did a stint with the marines, not too bad, and I avoided the worst of the inevitable conflicts. Soon as I could I switched over to ColSec because, to be honest, I wanted to. I wanted to do something a bit more for people besides shoot at them, y’know? At least I could still wield a gun and be honest with myself, think for myself, walk the streets without getting more than resentful glares from folks. Keeping the law is a pretty dirty business but still, it’s hands-on and it’s challenging and that’s what I like.
So yeah, I did my time in patrol before getting kicked up to Investigations. Still new at that, but patrolling wasn’t so bad: I was a pretty good shot and just got lucky with a few of the bigger cases I guess. Nothing too fancy, just the right backup at the right time. Someone must have been watching out for me, eh? I will[/b] be a pilot, a real one someday. Helping people out now is great and all, but eventually I want to staff one of the explorer positions, cast off and find something new. You have to be from the choice. I guess that is what makes me sit here, pulling in the *big* bucks as a civil Government for that, of course, and the marines well…I like to think for myself, make the right choices on my own thanks. I guess that is why I am here, making the big bucks as a civil servant. One day I’ll move on but for now I like what I have got, don’t want to lose it. Take it one day at a time, and then eventually make your move. Patience is key and all…brains and heart and a dash of luck, that’s what’s needed to do this kind of job. A healthy dose of cynicism too, but that will come a few years time. Right now I just want to get transferred out to space again, see the universe. Murder and slavery and race riots are great an’ all, but it’s space that has always pulled at me. I just…I just need to figure a way out there, someday.” (Source: Leon Deveraux)
Jones, Greg ("no go")
Rank: HM1
Sex: Male
Branch: Navy
Skin: Caucasian
Weight: 280 pounds
Height: 7'5
Age: 40
Bio: Mr.Jones was born in a small town on earth, for some reason he was born with an odd birth defect that made him grow taller than most people in the town, as soon as Mr. Jones was 16 he rushed off to the local naval office, and registered for medical services his whole life after that point had been dedicated to the medical arts, Mr.hones hopes to one day make enough money to purchase his own vessel, and travel throughout the milky-way searching for adventure. Mr.Jones got the name No-Go due to his bullheadedness, he doesn't do what he doesn't see right.
White, David
Rank: Lance Corporal
Sex:Male
Branch:CMC
Skin:Caucasian
Weight:175 pounds
Height: 5'9
Age:24
Bio: Born the son of an Officer and a Nurse, David lived his life out on a small colony. Following his fathers wishes, he enrolled in the marines, though not an officer as his old man wanted.
5 years into his service and after a field promotion, David is now prepared to relax on whatever colony they send him to.
NPC's (What we know so far)*
Hoffman,
Branch: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant
Bio: A Navy Lieutenant, probably with the ship's crew, maybe a pilot. A bit of a maverick, allways making jokes. (Source: Markus Latam, mess hall)
Tautin,
Branch: CMC
Rank: Warrant Officer
Bio: Apparently not the ship's medic, since she is CMC, not Navy. Probably the replacement for the one in the colony. Born in Luna, raised on Earth, studied medicine at the UNMA.
Name:
Branch: CMC
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: Probably a hardened veteran, has scars across his face.
Latham, Markus
Branch: CMC
Rank: 2nd Lieutenent
Bio: Born in New Gettysburg, Mars, November 11, 2285. Obtained a college degree in Literature at the University of Mars at 2314 after enlisting in the Colonial Marines Officer's Reserve to pay for his studies. After two years of working as a teacher he was called into service to serve in the First Colonial Independence War. He participated in the conflict for one year and a half serving on board the MSC "Yamashita", until wounded in 2318. After recovering from his leg injury, he was transferred to a post far away from enemy lines, in an isolated research colony.
Deveraux, Leon
Branch: CMC (MP)
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: “I always wanted to see space, you know. Having spent the majority of my life piloting the back of a hydro-machine on one of the fringe worlds, the concept of dancing out amidst the stars was one that had a peculiar fascination for me. I used to watch the ships come in from time to time; mostly cargo deliveries, but sometimes you got a bigger ship than a freighter and hell, all of them were beautiful to me. They could fly, something that apparently was not to be the case for me. Yeah, I was the son of agro-techs and so my glorious dreams of plying the space-lanes was not all that likely, given the lack of incentive. Every hand is needed in the colonies, and you pitch in alongside all the rest. Boring life you know, but at least you could pump in music to the headset of the suit you wore and that kind of killed the time on hand. Agro-plots are pretty large, y’know: not many people to really talk with your age, so I grew up among adults pretty early on. Got me into trouble sometimes too, what with a ‘smart mouth’ and all.
Still, I got out of there quickly enough. Yeah it was all that great driving one of the vehicles to town from time to time and getting a cut of the proceeds. It gave me some time off; it gave me some time to figure out what I wanted to do than be a dirtbunny out in the boonies. Basically, it gave me the chance to eventually file away for university, once the mandatory training hours were done at the crèche school. Correspondence vid-courses can be hard when you work a long day, but hell, I got by. I always do you know, and eventually I managed to get off planet. I didn’t want to be a bloody marine, but I figured that the ‘Forces’ could at least get me somewhere before I switched in for a Government job. Maybe I could do that a few years and then get transferred to something better. Piloting maybe…I’m pretty good in the sims and all. Another life wasted on vid games and virtual reality, but I could say it was prime training for wanting to be an officer of the law.
Yeah, I believe in peace and security and all that, but it’s a means, man. It’s a means to get somewhere, to play the system till you get something you want out of life. So I did a stint with the marines, not too bad, and I avoided the worst of the inevitable conflicts. Soon as I could I switched over to ColSec because, to be honest, I wanted to. I wanted to do something a bit more for people besides shoot at them, y’know? At least I could still wield a gun and be honest with myself, think for myself, walk the streets without getting more than resentful glares from folks. Keeping the law is a pretty dirty business but still, it’s hands-on and it’s challenging and that’s what I like.
So yeah, I did my time in patrol before getting kicked up to Investigations. Still new at that, but patrolling wasn’t so bad: I was a pretty good shot and just got lucky with a few of the bigger cases I guess. Nothing too fancy, just the right backup at the right time. Someone must have been watching out for me, eh? I will[/b] be a pilot, a real one someday. Helping people out now is great and all, but eventually I want to staff one of the explorer positions, cast off and find something new. You have to be from the choice. I guess that is what makes me sit here, pulling in the *big* bucks as a civil Government for that, of course, and the marines well…I like to think for myself, make the right choices on my own thanks. I guess that is why I am here, making the big bucks as a civil servant. One day I’ll move on but for now I like what I have got, don’t want to lose it. Take it one day at a time, and then eventually make your move. Patience is key and all…brains and heart and a dash of luck, that’s what’s needed to do this kind of job. A healthy dose of cynicism too, but that will come a few years time. Right now I just want to get transferred out to space again, see the universe. Murder and slavery and race riots are great an’ all, but it’s space that has always pulled at me. I just…I just need to figure a way out there, someday.” (Source: Leon Deveraux)
Jones, Greg ("no go")
Rank: HM1
Sex: Male
Branch: Navy
Skin: Caucasian
Weight: 280 pounds
Height: 7'5
Age: 40
Bio: Mr.Jones was born in a small town on earth, for some reason he was born with an odd birth defect that made him grow taller than most people in the town, as soon as Mr. Jones was 16 he rushed off to the local naval office, and registered for medical services his whole life after that point had been dedicated to the medical arts, Mr.hones hopes to one day make enough money to purchase his own vessel, and travel throughout the milky-way searching for adventure. Mr.Jones got the name No-Go due to his bullheadedness, he doesn't do what he doesn't see right.
White, David
Rank: Lance Corporal
Sex:Male
Branch:CMC
Skin:Caucasian
Weight:175 pounds
Height: 5'9
Age:24
Bio: Born the son of an Officer and a Nurse, David lived his life out on a small colony. Following his fathers wishes, he enrolled in the marines, though not an officer as his old man wanted.
5 years into his service and after a field promotion, David is now prepared to relax on whatever colony they send him to.
NPC's (What we know so far)*
Hoffman,
Branch: Navy
Rank: Lieutenant
Bio: A Navy Lieutenant, probably with the ship's crew, maybe a pilot. A bit of a maverick, allways making jokes. (Source: Markus Latam, mess hall)
Tautin,
Branch: CMC
Rank: Warrant Officer
Bio: Apparently not the ship's medic, since she is CMC, not Navy. Probably the replacement for the one in the colony. Born in Luna, raised on Earth, studied medicine at the UNMA.
Name:
Branch: CMC
Rank: Sergeant
Bio: Probably a hardened veteran, has scars across his face.
