As is probably easy to work out from the title of the thread, this is the standard 'who are you, what do you do' place. It's a chance for everyone else to get a good look at your characters and a bit of their backstory, and maybe start working out how we're all going to fit together.

Any detailed information in this thread should be considered OOC, unless your characters are close enough that they would have shared this between themselves. Standard stuff like height, sex, profession ... those are fairly obviously IC and shouldn't cause too many problems. If in doubt, get in contact with the 'mun of the character you wish to interact with.

Right, lecture over. I suppose I should get started. :grin:

Name: Anapola Ilar Finch

Nickname (s): Pol

Gender: Female

Age: 27

Date of birth: 15th November 2482

Occupation: Captain of the Nighthawke

Marital Status: Engaged to one Elijah Brent Noble

Relatives: Father, Icarus Finch, deceased.
Mother, Lorna Shemaine Hodgeson, whore standard rank.
Uncle on her mother's side, Dale Finch, smuggler, serving time on an Alliance prison ship.
Uncle on her father's side, Grogan Finch, freighter captain.

Homeworld: Dyton Colony

Faction: Neither - though has stronger leanings Independents-wards.

Appearance:
http://katiemeluapictures.com/images/Katie_Melua_Call_off_the_search2.jpg
Note - Pol in a skirt or dress is a rare sight. From day to day, she wears dark brown form-fitting pants, a shirt of a variable colour (but never a bright colour), and a black leather jacket.

Height: 5'2

Skills: Mediocre pilot at best, Pol's skills lie in arranging work for herself and her crew, usually through the use of contacts on the varying planets around the 'verse, including RhyDin. She carries a revolver, one auto-pistol, and two short throwing blades, all of which she is competent to use in any situation that calls for it. She's also vaguely aware of what maintenance needs to be done to keep her ship flying.

Backstory: Born on Dyton Colony to a convict and a whore, Pol's early life mirrors many others in the poorer end of the 'verse. Luckily for her, she was Alliance educated as a child, and with those skills was able to get herself honest work for the majority of her teenage years. With contacts from her deceased father and his 'friends', she soon entered the somewhat shady world of freight, adding smuggling to her repertoire of skills, and it was these jobs that enabled her to raise money enought to buy a ship of her own.

Her first crew did not turn out to be much of a success story, being made up mostly of convicts and wanted fugitives. When the Nighthawke was stopped in the black by an Alliance cruiser, three of her crew were arrested there and then, and the rest jumped ship at the next port, leaving her to fly the black alone.

The Nighthawke was in bad repair when she took the first job for RhyDin, barely making it to a safe landing before rumbling her last and refusing to respond to any of her captain's attempts to get her flying once more.

Which is why, after several months with only a pilot she bought out of prison for company, Pol has decided to recruit a new crew from the various peoples on RhyDin, wanting that familiar skill set and support around her once more.

Name: Christopher Alain Hendricks

Nickname (s): Chris

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Date of birth: 16th of December 2487

Occupation: Newly hired mechanic onboard the NightHawke

Marital Status: Single

Relatives: Father, Alain Montgomery Hendricks, deceased
Mother, Elizabeth Annette Hendricks nee Sanders deceased

Homeworld: Persephone

Faction: Sympathetic towards the Independents

Appearance:
http://foxcraft.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/jared-is-roman.jpg

Height: 6'2"

Skills: The inner workings of just about any piece of machinery hold little mystery for Chris. He has an instinctual grasp of how things go together as well as cause and effect. This extends to people and their relationships just as much as it does with machinery. He seems to understand people's motivations and reactions so well that little ever comes as a surprise to him. While growing up on the street left him quite capable of defending himself, his time at the Southdown Abbey left him unwilling to do so as he is now a declared pacifist.

Backstory: Chris was orphaned at the tender age of eight and spent the rest of his youth stealing and begging in and around the Eavesdown Docks. As the years passed he became a fixture around the landing ports, fascinated by the comings and goings of all the ships and their passengers. As he got older, he would often run errands for those who made their living servicing the docked ships. When he was fifteen, it was one of these ground-side mechanics, Corgan Williams, that took Chris under his wing and taught him about all the inner workings of the massive engines. In three short years, Chris had made a name for himself as an accomplished mechanic in his own right. Then, the sudden, unexpected death of his mentor sent him into hiding. He ended up in the Southdown Abbey where he spent a good two years which would be glossed over in any personal history Chris might tell. He left the abbey and returned to the docks a quieter, humbler man. After a couple more years working on the docks he finally decided to leave Persephone only to end up stranded in Rhy'din where he was hired on to repair the grounded NightHawke.

Name: Sui Cobb

Alias: Cobb

Gender: Male

Age: 31

Date of Birth: 4th July 2478

Occupation: Hired muscle/mercenary - NightHawke

Martial Status: Single

Relatives: Father: Some bastard who thought it'd be funny to name his boys with girl's names. Whereabouts unknown.
Mother: Siouxie Cobb - Retired Companion

Homeworld: Whitefall

Faction: Whoever is paying the most. Right now, Indy.

Appearance:
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l102/rosieodel/14573014284a3789a292e0c.jpg

Height: 6'7"

Skills: Excellent sharp shooter. If it has a bullet in it, he can fire it. Deadly accurate with his beloved Sera at his side. Can strip a weapon down to it's bare bones and reassemble it in seconds flat. Doesn't speak much, so he took a job where he didn't have to. And he gets to use and add weapons to his collection. Always a bonus.

Backstory: Born and raised on Whitefall in a town that has had so many names that he couldn't recall which one it was being referred to now. Growing up, they either called it Dust Farm or Dusty Bowl. Needless to say, not a lot around but dust, dirt and rocks. His father ran off when he was two, and he never knew the man. Rumor had it that his father had joined with the Independents and lost his life in Serenity Valley. All Sui knew was that he hated the man for the name bestowed upon him.

He learned to use his fists at an early age. Being called Susie and little girl always got his temper riled up. Even as an adult, it still bothers him. He was raised to show respect and to give respect, first and foremost. But when that respect's not given in return, Sui turns into a very surly, angry man.

His brother left home ten years before Sui was old enough to truly understand why. He had looked up to Jayne and was terribly hurt by his brother's departure. That left him alone to help care for his aging mother. She was still beautiful, but a vicious client had ended her career as a Companion long before Sui was born.

Not quite sure how he came to be in Rhy'din. One night, he passed out drunk in a public park. The next morning, he wakes up in the middle of the Southern Glen. He wondered around the city for days before coming upon a poster, requesting help on a ship called the NightHawke. He met with the captain and it's pilot and the rest, as they say, will be history.

Name: Garrett "Rett" Cambell

Aliases: Ironballs

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Date of birth: 25th March 2475

Occupation: Soldier - fugitive

Marital Status: Single

Relatives: Father, Coleman Campbell - deceased
Mother, Merinda Campbellnee Smithson - deceased

Homeworld: Greenleaf

Faction: Formerly Alliance - now he doesn't know. War's over.

Appearance:
http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l102/rosieodel/10344929664a2156e08704a.jpg

Height: 5' 9"

Skills: Reader. Went through the experiments and training that River Tam went through, only first. He was a success, in the eyes of the Alliance, a true poster child for the boys in blue. He is the reason they extended the testing that ended the lives and shattered the minds of so many of the Alliance youth. Career military man. Giving orders, training cadets, hand to hand combat, weapons specialist, small arms sniper, long arms sniper, boot polisher, extraordinaire.

Backstory: According to his birth certificate, he was born on Londinium. But he didn't stay there for long. With both parents being firmly in their careers in the Alliance Army Corps, Rett was bounced from one base to the next. He grew up with a proud tradition of a family full of military men that dated back to Ancient Earth. Though, his father was sorely disappointed that he only grew to be 5' 9". Still, it was tall enough so he could enlist in the officer's corps.

Rett was 22 and in his second year at the Academy when strange things began to happen to him. First, both of his parents were killed in action during some battle in a far off place. Then he started hearing voices, voices of people that were standing right there, but not speaking a word of it. Sure, as a child, he thought he had heard things that his parents were thinking, but was too young to understand, or by the time he became a teenager, pretended to simply not hear. But now, the voices were becoming stronger, louder.

When he went for his physical, the doctors made a note in his file. A nod to a security guard and then he was drugged. When he woke up, he was strapped into a chair with a halo around his head. It held a large syringe in place, bolted into his forehead, the needle deep within his brain. What took years of physical training on a normal cadet took minutes with the probing, thoughts and memories placed within his head. Simply put, he became a trained weapon in a matter of hours. Only the top brass had the code that would set him off and bring him back down.

Once the experiments were completed, training loaded into his head, they brought Rett into the Academy as an instructor. He lead four classes and was on his final one when he met his chosen one. Whether it be fate, luck, whatever, he did not choose his chosen one. Some higher power in the 'verse told him that Wren Ishido was it. Though she was a cadet under his command, he waited an entire year before he let her in on the little secret. Of course, he had fun toying with her in that time. Speaking to her in her mind, causing her to get into little bits of trouble here and there.

Once they parted ways, after Wren's graduation, Rett was given his own command. But that didn't last long at all. He was ordered on a mission to find Wren and bring her back. Rett fought against the orders, but was finally convinced in a very unconventional manner. They nearly eviscerated him.

He found her, blew up her ship and they both ended up in Rhydin. Where they'll go from here, beyond even my imagination... for now.