The St. Anne (Character Thread)

The Crew of the St. Anne

Master and Captain: Iona Knutesdottir
First Mate: Donovan
Ship's Surgeon: Dr. Sonakshi Khan
Cook: Jin-lai Park
Able Hand: Thomyris “Riz” Heroux
Able Hand: Arthur Crecy
Refugee: Ophelia Fitzalan

Inactive Characters:
Engineer: Serena Driscol
Able Hand: Elaine 'El' Reid
Able Hand: Mateo Reyes

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Name: Iona Knutesdottir

Brief Description: Tall and willowy with the long limbs and torso of someone who grew up in space, Iona appears in her early twenties though those in microgravity climates with controlled HVAC and limited exposure to UV and other environmental hazards typically appear so well into their fourth or fifth decade. Almost two meters when she stands upright rather than floating in the relaxed and alert crouch of a spacer, Iona masses only 65 kilos. Long black hair, an affection and often a nuisance, is kept in a clubbed ponytail or wound around her head in intricate braided patterns and it frames her pale skin. Grey eyes seldom miss anything. She typically wears a black one piece coverall with an inner garment that provides either heat or cooling as environmental conditions and has hook ups for an EVA suit. Socks with individual toes cover her feet and she often uses them to anchor herself to a convenient strap on a bulkhead.

Usual Gear: Multitool, com with hands free earpiece, DX-90 Shard Pistol, Master's Access Card, 10m of paracord with snap eyes at each end, peppermint chewing gum.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, hetero preference

Ons/Offs: Click Here

Morning Watch Location: Bridge
Mid-Watch Location: Various Compartments
Evening Watch Location: Master's Quarters

Known Background: Iona is a child of space; conceived, gestated, and born of her mother mid-trip between planetary ports she grew up rarely touching real land. Her parents belonged to a splinter sect of Romish Xtianity which declared that since Man was made in God's image, alteration of that image through cybernetics or genetic enhancement was a sin, an outright spitting of heresy in the eyes of the Almighty. As such Iona is as close to pure Old Earth human as is found these days and carries no cybernetics or viral-borne cellular level enhancements.

Before becoming Master and Captain of the St. Anne, Iona served as mate and roustabout for her family's ship, another Dogged class, since she was born. Iona's parents continue to operate it on a regular triangular trade route carrying hydrocarbons from the cometary halo of a planetary system to the belt where it is used as raw materials along with the heavy metals in the belt, taking bulk ores and crystals to the planet, picking up a load of food stuffs, general supplies and machinery, and luxuries to take back to the cometary halo before beginning again. It was on one of those trips while she had the watch that they came upon the St. Anne, derelict and adrift, and Iona shuttled over to lay claim to it with the understanding that 25% of her first ten years gross would be paid to her parents for their rights to the claim as well.

Iona is strict about safety and the St. Anne is fully, some say over equipped, with emergency gear. She runs regular drills and is almost tyrannical about improving them in both time and efficiency during every iteration. She prefers to keep the compartment she is in in micro-gravity, though the ship can have any level of it in separate locations. Iona is approachable and polite to her crew but keeps a reserve so that if crisis hits none will dare question her commands.

She prays before meals, upon assuming the watch, and sets aside time every seventh day for a private Mass in the observation dome with a recorded holo-priest though she does not insist any crew member believe in Romish Xtianity or any religion at all for that matter.

Unknown Background: Though outwardly paying lip service to her birth religion, Iona is actually silently apostate and only goes through the motions of it to keep up appearances. She believes that eschewing technology that is both medically necessary and helpful, with no effect on losing one's sense of humanity, is barbaric and is pondering getting herself enhanced. However if she does she knows her parents will cut her off, call in as much of the contract as legally possible, and leave her strapped if not bankrupt. She does not share this with any member of the crew because she knows that two can keep a secret only if one is dead.

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The St. Anne
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The St. Anne is a Dogged class medium freighter. The St. Anne and her sister ships were modularly built by the thousands over fifty years ago during the last great Galactic conflict. Using the older, simpler and well proven engines of the prior generation of technology, the Dogged ships are not fast but they were plentiful, cheap, easy to maintain and carried useful amounts of cargo in any form to feed the hungry logistical mouths of military units. After the war there were attempts to repurpose them for budget passenger liners but their speed and layout thwarted any serious attempts. Most of them have been scrapped but a few continue on, usually in the hands of single-family owners or very small companies.

Designed as strictly space-borne vessels, they cannot enter atmosphere and rely on a large ship's boat to transfer items to and from the surface. The St. Anne can carry bulk, containerized, or liquid cargo with equal facility and is equipped to do her own loading and off loading when facilities are either primitive or not available.

She mounts a medium turret but it currently has no weapon installed and is covered over with an observation dome. A small arms locker is present on the bridge and another in engineering, keyed to her Master's Access Card and able to be remotely unlocked or locked by the same.

The St. Anne was declared lost in space over thirty years ago when she came overdue to port. When Iona found her she was drifting, cold and without emissions, deep in the cometary halo ring of a system. Her log showed normal entries and then just stopped. There were no signs of the crew but neither were there signs of them evacuating. Food, long frozen and vacuum dried, still remained in the galley. Bunks were made. All emergency gear and the ship's boat were in place and functional. It was as if the crew just vanished and no trace of them or where they went has ever been found. The original masters had long been paid off and didn't contest her claim in Admiralty court and for a year or so the St. Anne was heavily in the news as a ghost ship and theories abounded about what had happened. Today the excitement surrounding her has died down but she is still considered unlucky and, sailors always being superstitious, rumored to be haunted.

Name: Sonakshi Khan, usually called Doctor Khan in a formal situation, Sona in an informal one.

Brief Description: Stocky and stacked at a meter and a half of height and sporting around seventy five kilos, Sona looks as rotund as the boom of her voice, a tad louder than the norm. She has endured quite a lot during her twenty five years of age, but her usually frowning expression makes people peg her closer to thirty, her round face framed by a short bob of black hair. Her honey golden skin betrays her origin as much as her name, although restless nights make her look tired and jumpy, her black eyes appearing dull unless she's engaging on something interesting. Wearing comfy and loose fatigues, she's always easy to spot due to her physique and the white doctor coat flapping as she stomps around the ship for some task or another.

Usual Gear: Communicator, a selection of medical tools and basic drugs stuffed into the pockets of her fatigues and coat, an old and battered doctor bag with basic surgical tools and an old army revolver with the bullets aside.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, usually on a dry spell.

Ons/Offs: Fine with anything that fits the plot, nothing extreme.

Morning Watch Location: Waiting for people on the clinic.
Mid-Watch Location: Still in the clinic, probably after sending someone for food or going for it herself.
Evening Watch Location: Wandering around, checking on patients.

Known Background: Dragged into an stupid and small war on Earth when she was too young, Sona has learned that the best way to save a person's life isn't always the most orthodox one. Even if it felt like it had lasted forever, it was as brief as violent, leaving a mark on all the people lucky enough to return home after it. Sona ended up with a talent for making the most of what little supplies she had, making soldiers survive the direst wounds with barely anything, and her return to civilization with her medicine studies interrupted would have been a welcome return to normalcy if it wasn't that she didn't feel normal anymore. Looking to get away from Earth's conflicts and seeking the peace of space, she joined the St. Anne's crew as the doctor, even if she's still getting accustomed to being in space for that long.

Unknown Background: During her service in a hospital after her studies, Sona used her unorthodox methods to try saving a young man that had suffered an accident, instead of requesting help and more advanced equipment. The wounds were too much to wait, she decided, but the man ended up dead on her hands, her methods to blame. She thinks that the man would have died either way, there was only so much medicine could do, but some nights she doubts, she wonders. Maybe she could have waited. To make matters worse, the young man was the heir of a ruthless and rich entrepreneur, the kind that doesn't take lightly that his son died on her hands and has money to spend hunting her, making that the real reason for her escape into space.

Name: Current: Donovan. Former: Subject VH24601JV

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Brief Description: 167cm, 89kg, appears to be in his late twenties to early thirties. He sports the shorter, denser physique of a human born and raised in a high gravity environment. Two-toned hair of black on the sides and white on top, the sides kept shaved while the top is kept a bit longer and spiked. Wears his beard in a clean cut goatee. Has burnt orange eyes that glow (Pictured above) when his visual enhancers are active. His body is laden with scars from surgeries during his time as a military test subject. Usually goes around in a standard black spacers unitard with no sleeves and heavy duty combat boots.

Usual Gear: Multitool, combat stake (A knife with three spiraling blades that come together in a single point), Access Card, collapsible stun baton, modified UDP-2779 with anti-personnel incendiary rounds, garrote, several extra clips some containing high density armor piercing rounds.

Sexual Orientation: Hetero

Ons/Offs: pretty much anything but scat, vomit and piss.

Morning Watch Location: Bridge
Mid-Watch Location: Cargo bays
Evening Watch Location: Master's Quarters

Known Background: Born and raised on the high gravity desert planet Querra to a low class parents his young life was spent in the deserts mining the metal rich sands of the Great Red Sandsea. Imprisoned during his teenage years for assaulting and killing a group of miners for attacking his sister and mother he spent over a decade in the prison ship orbiting the planet kept in max isolation for three years after an incident that was dubbed "The Death Riot of block C-157" where the 76 prisoners attempted a riot and escape. By the time the guards got to the Block Donovan was the only man left alive, sitting calmly on the floor crossed legged with his hands resting on the top of his head amongst the broken and tattered remains of the other 75 prisoners waiting calmly for them to enter and take him away. Footage later showed him disarming a prisoner to start the killing spree and as he moved along he made use of everything at hand as a weapon as well as using his powerful physique on the less fortunate of the prisoners. One day he was chosen as a candidate for an experimental military project and was released into the custody of the Military scientists. All records past that point lead everyone to believe he ceased to exist until he found his way aboard the St. Anne.

Unknown Background: Once taken in to Military custody Donovan was stripped of everything that made him human, including his name, which was replaced with Subject VH24601JV. Over seven years VH24601JV was cut open, pulled apart, and filled with experiment implants and augmentations. Things like anesthesia were considered unnecessary expenses and were only used for the most delicate of the operations, and even then, it was barely more than a local. His only solace was that he was one of their later candidates and many of the augments added had already been tested and tweaked on other subjects. The augmentations and implants included:
An internal com system that can be activated by thought.
Neural amplifier that was faulty and instead of vastly increasing his brains reaction times, it was a minor increase and came with the side effects of facial twitching and bouts of intense rage
Reflex stimulation pack linked directly from his spine to his eyes allowing him to move as fast as he sees threats, causes uncontrolled fidgeting.
Optical enhancement which give his eyes their particular orange color and glow when activated, Binocular vision, low light vision, and basic targeting system. Prolonged activation leads to crippling headaches.
Altered genetic traits to make him immune to most sickness and disease, and resistant to many others.
A slew of other impractical wet ware, including ones meant to increase his speed and strength that were deemed failures but left inside. Due to the high number of modifications his body started to reject some of the implants furthering his mild insanity.


Subject HV24601JV was deemed combat test ready, along with some 800 other subjects. They were repeatedly dropped into conflicts on various planets sold to fight for the highest bidder and used as an advertisement of what the scientists could accomplish with enough funding and time. During one such battle Subject HV24601JV managed to escape and fled into space, where he eventually wound up on the St. Anne. Iona is the only person that Donovan has told his story to, a sign of trust to his captain for taking him away from the horrors of being a test subject.

Name: Thomyris “Riz” Heroux

Portrait: Face claim.

Brief Description: Standing about 5”6 inches, Thomyris is a hundred and eighteen pound (currently undernourished) woman of modest build, with a lean, slender figure. She is about twenty-three years old, though weathered and rugged makes her seem a few years older than she is. She has sandy hued skin with dark hazel hair to match, those her eyebrows are of a darker hue, framed over her amber eyes. Tends to net her hair into a bun during her work hours but will free it during lulls and rest hours.

Usual Gear: Usually dressed in a dark orange and black jumpsuit, tucked into combat boots and belted around the waist, from which her tools and datapad are holstered. Beneath she usually wears tight breeches and a long-sleeve tunic. At her hip dangles a pressurized helm to go with her enviro-sealed jumpsuit, the original paintjob she has altered to somewhat match her outfit. A combat knife is hidden in her boot, which she thinks is kept secret from the rest of the crew.

Sexual Orientation: Generally disinterested/Closet Homosexual.

Ons/Offs: Rough, vanilla stuff. Otherwise On/Offs linked here, midway down post.

Morning Watch Location: (From personal quarters) Cargo-hold/loading bay (unless otherwise assigned).
Mid-Watch Location: Cargo-hold/loading bay (unless otherwise assigned).
Evening Watch Location: Main hold/turret-observatory deck for first night’s watch (to personal quarters).

Known Background: Thomyris originally joined the St. Anne in a “temporary work in lieu of passage fees” deal in order to escape the world she was currently on. One thing led to another and via merit and willingness to work, she slowly earned herself a permanent posting in the ship’s crew. Caught up in a few of the ship’s misadventures, she has somewhat undergone a transformation from the tight-lipped nervous runaway to possessing a form of imitated confidence and bravado, developing a morbid sense of humor through her experiences in enduring and watching others. She believes she has proven her loyalty to the crew in having spilled blood in defense of the ship.

Unknown Background: Thomyris was born to a working class family on the frontier world of Ruplade. Mineral and resource rich, its remote distance from the centre of human space allowed easy exploitation for corporate interests. Extortion, fraudulent investing, and scandalous banking practices led to most of the original prospectors being bought up or forced into a condition of “servile-debt.” Thomyris’ family was no exception, her father caught in this scam and forced to commit his life to work off the outrageous debt and interest levied on him, when his investment was discovered to be on falsified reports. The stress of the following decade, as Thomyris grew to adulthood, caused her father to fall into a depressive state and eventually kill himself in an attempt to escape the debt. Instead, they came after Thomyris, who already had very little. The hardships of this life gave her a very demeaning view on life, in that even humans can be devalued to a monetary amount, that all in reality could be priced and discarded just as easily. Attempting to work, she was harried and harassed by debt collectors, who had less than well-intended forms of compensation to elicit from the young woman, until one day the pressure grew to the point she snapped. Murdering a debt-collector in her home, she panicked and fled at once, leaving behind her childhood home and all her possessions to escape before the authorities caught on. It was then that she was lucky to have found the St. Anne and be picked up as a work, escaping before her crime could catch up with her. Thomyris never revealed to anyone what she had done, keeping the memory to herself, but one who can murder once is someone who can definitely murder again.

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Name: Serena Driscol
Brief Description: Serena is 5'6" with a lean muscular build earned from working hard wrenching machines all day. While a little bit muscular she has, as she puts it, "curves in all the right places" and only those who demand extreme voluptuousness in their women would deny it. She keeps her black hair cut short and out of the way, spiking it up with a bit of hair product for special occasions but otherwise letting it lie flat or get tied back by scarf. Her usual dress is practical: a pair of coveralls that are usuall rolled down to reveal a tank top underneath and extra padding sewn into the knees, heavy work boots, her tool belt, and a pair of goggles to protect her eyes when working. She usually sports a few smears of grease on her cheeks unless it's very early in the day.
Usual Gear: Tool Belt full of tools, Big Wrench, High Impact Goggles, Comms Earpiece, Mild Recreational Drugs, Fake ID.
Sexual Orientation:Bisexual, willing to experiment
Ons/Offs: F-list
Morning Watch Location:Engine Room
Mid-Watch Location:Routine Maintenance According to a rotating schedule
Evening Watch Location:Routine Maintenance According to a rotating schedule
Known Background: Serena was born on a backwater planet far from the center of what one would call ‘civilized’ space. There were few routes for people like her to leave her planet, but one certain one was to join the military and that is what she did. It was there that she received both her training in engineering and her fondness for recreational drugs.

She managed to survive her entire tour in the military keeping her habit a secret and received an honorable discharge and a ticket either home or to one of a handful of trading ports to look for work. She chose space and never looked back.

She signed up with a large-scale merchant conglomerate where she was able to make a decent living in the bowels of freighters as they moved goods between large, well populated, and safe ports of call. Sadly, for her, her habits weren’t as easy to conceal on the merchant freighter and a jealous rival ratted her out to the company leaving her fired and stranded on one of the crummier stations. Since then she’s had to scrape up whatever work came her way until the St. Anne took her in.

Unknown Background:
Most of the work Serena did between her nice cushy corporate job and the St. Anne was illegal. Piracy, Smuggling, and most of all Drug-Running were how she made her living, her dealers more than happy to keep her employed and buying and always tempting her with better and more potent chemicals. She has for the most part resisted all but the mildest drugs except on special occasions much to their chagrin. Still, because of her checkered past she is wanted for questioning by several law enforcement agencies and as such prefers to use cash and uses a Fake ID whenever she’s off ship.

Name: Elaine 'El' Reid

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Brief Description: El is a small and unassuming woman, standing just three inches north of five feet. She's well muscled and she works to maintain her physique, often being found in a gym or improvising methods to keep up her fitness level with things that happen to be laying around. Often ship-bound, this translates to lending a hand to mechanics of the vessels she's on working large wrenches and doing heavy lifting. She's not a very curvy girl at all, a situation that tends to be exacerbated by her typical tomboyish dress in everyday environments or her armored body suit in more dangerous environs they tend to be obscured at best or concealed completely at worst. She keeps her red hair tied back into a haphazard bun on most days, it being too much work most days for her to bother, but when freed from that restriction it hangs to just below the line of her shoulders.

Usual Gear: Eight-round shotgun loaded with nonlethal gel rounds, heavy modern-style revolver loaded with standard ammunition, armored hardsuit with helmet, comms earpiece, combat knife, flask of high (read: flammable) proof alcohol.

Sexual Orientation: Bi, heavy female preference

Ons/Offs: F-List to Come

Morning Watch Location: Personal Quarters, Engine Room
Mid-Watch Location: Various Compartments, often wandering
Evening Watch Location: Personal Quarters, Observatory Deck for second watch, Personal Quarters


Known Background: Elaine was born on the military frigate ISDS Daring to two lifelong spacers and navy personnel to be raised in an identical environment. She started her 'schooling' by texts transmitted to the ship during port calls and various military documentaries and strategy books her parents were fond of. To say she was raised in an isolated and somewhat warlike nature woul be, at best, a polite understatement. She never even made planetfall until her thirteenth birthday. Eventually she enlisted in the fleet as well, at which point she and her parents parted ways.

During that time she picked up her habit of imbibing the backroom shipboard rotgut seemingly in endless supply on every military vessel. It helped bring something other than dull monotony to shipboard life. It also served as a good disinfectant and painkiller as in a pinch.

She served with the navy for a stretch before the vessel she found herself aboard faced a losing engagement in a pitched battle. She'd escaped in one of the life pods and, for her own reasons, never looked back, instead adopting the life of a transient and occasional lawbreaker before finding herself aboard the St. Anne.

Unknown Background: El was crippled at birth. She was born with a spinal deformation that left her completely paralyzed from the waist down. As it became apparent later in life, towards her teens, that her interests led along the same lines as those of her family, her parents were approached by a military cyberneticist with an offer. The offer was a simple one. He could cure their daughter in exchange for her lifelong military service. She would be a fully functional member of society - better, even - with cybernetics she could be better.

Elaine was planning on a military career anyway. Her parents didn't hesitate. After several hours under the knife, the young woman took her first steps in her life with the aid of her new cybernetic spine. She'd received several other subtle augmentations as well, a unit to self-regulate adrenal levels, some biologically augmented musculature to even a direct interface jack at the base of her skull that allowed her to connect via hard-line to more advanced weapon, sensor and piloting systems. She was a prototype for a new ISD initiative, meant to serve as shock troops and hard-insert soldiers. They deployed her first on a line-vessel, intending to test her efficiency with ship-grade weaponry via the direct interface.

During that time the ship she was serving as a gunner on the ISDS Dauntless that her final battle as a naval officer began. In truth it was Elaine who pitched the battle. The port side guns were commanded to fire on the unarmed elements of a convoy protected by several frigates. She refused the order then, upon being threatened with the possibility of court martial and the mandatory removal of her implants, she rebelled. Through her link she'd preloaded a shutdown program, fired a series of warning shots from the portside batteries, then fled to the escape pods. From then on she'd been fleeing navy 'reposessors' hunting for the traitor with the stolen cyberware.

Name: Mateo Reyes

Brief Description: 193 cm, 98 kg, appears to be early to mid 40's. His short hair is light brown, slowly graying at the sides. Tends to stay clean shaven unless sick or extremely busy. Cybernetics apparent everywhere, from both of his arms and his legs from the knee down. Eyes are an unnatural light shade of blue due to cybernetics. Whatever is still flesh is in peak physical condition.

Usual Gear: United Constructiontm 450 Power Loader Suit (if dealing with heavy lifting), a picture of his sister and his nephews, a medicine bottle filled with marijuana cigarettes, a music player with headphones (usually rap or classical), and a heavy assault rifle (low velocity rounds on the ship as to not pierce the hull, regular rounds planetside).

Unusual Gear: If ever able to use a set of Power Armor, Mateo is proficient in the workings of a suit; able to move at a slow run, intimate knowledge of weapon systems, survival in extreme environments, and ability to lift several tons.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual, attracted to both sexes about equally.

Ons/Offs: Most anything goes that isn't human waste, but due to his size and general nature of his augmentations Mateo tends to be dominant.

Morning Watch Location: Medical (has to check in every morning to test his heart and cybernetic performance) and Cargo Bay.

Mid-Watch Location: Cargo Bay, Engine Room, or aft hallway.

Evening Watch Location: Mess Hall, Observation Deck (listens to music there), or the table outside of his bunk.

Known Background: Mateo Reyes was born on an agrarian world to parents and a single sibling. Even as a child he has shown great endurance and strength, growing at enough of a clip that New Garden, the corporation that owned the settlement he lived on, took an interest. They eventually recruited him into private security and from there he saw tours of corporate duty on various worlds. Eventually Mateo was selected as a candidate to receive cutting edge (at the time) prosthetics and to be one of the first of New Garden's power armored forces. He volunteered in the name of corporate security and in return they gave him arms that could lift nearly anything without effort, legs that would be able to march through the thickest environments, a reinforced spinal cord that could support his arms, eyes that wouldn't be fazed by flash bang grenades, and a heart that could withstand EMP attacks and still continue to pump. All of this combined with a neck jack that allows him to interface with any power armor or power lifter to increase his strength five times over.

After recovering from surgery Mateo found that New Garden didn't exactly make power armored soldiers to protect the settlements, but by then he was already making enough money to send back to his family and augmented far past the point of normalcy.

In the years since he has left the security division and settled into mercenary/industrial work. Mateo took on more combat oriented jobs with mercenary companies until his late thirties where he found that his cybernetics were starting to grow older and needed more careful maintenance. Mateo needed regular medical attention that wasn't available on a battlefield. He found work with crews that needed augmented people that could do heavy lifting and transported medical personnel or had a physician on the ship. He eventually found his way to the St. Anne where he hauls cargo all day and smokes away the pain of his aging cybernetics.

Unknown Background: Of course New Garden wouldn't have turned him from a man into a titan without installing some sort of failsafe. Mateo has a killswitch, a phrase when uttered will stop his heart from beating. The company that supposedly only funded colony worlds were using them to test their experimental cybernetics on. Under the threat of the killswitch Mateo was forced to round up colonists on various worlds and have them unwillingly operated on. The only person who still knows the killswitch is the current Chief Security Officer of New Garden.

For years Mateo has been planning a raid on the CSO's office on some backwater planet, but as he ages he finds that he may need some assistance in doing so. If he ever finds that his cybernetics or heart starts to fail, the raid may become a suicide mission.

Name: Jin-lai Park
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Brief Description: Jin-lai appears to be in her mid 20s and of mixed Asian and Caucasian heritage. She is 160 cm tall and 47 kg (5'3 104 lbs), with chestnut/auburn hair and hazel eyes. . She is fastidious about her appearance and runs a clean galley.
Usual Gear: clean chef's uniform, basic chef's accessories (cooking torch/igniter, knife sharpener, knives, cleaver, measuring utensils, mixing spoon, spatula, immersion blender,etc) fillet knife, box cutter, small electronics toolkit, spices, several led flashlight clips (always has at least 2 on her person) Synthetic epinephrine (for food allergies), Tri-analyzer (optimized for detecting food nutrition value, spoilage and toxins) numerous clothespins , comm and other implants.

In her rack she has hidden a short katana with which she is trained , she has also trained in using the box cutter as a self defense weapon as well.
Sexual Orientation:Bi-sexual, polyamorous
Ons/Offs: open to most things depending on the context, except nothing with children. Sexually interested in wide variety of kinks. She is generally submissive to males and her kinks tend to conform to that pattern.
Morning Watch Location:Galley/Mess
Mid-Watch Location:Galley/Mess
Evening Watch Location:Galley/Mess
Known Background:Jin-Lai was a chef of some repute until debt problems led her to sell her services to freighters. This is her third ship, she has paid off most of her debt partly thanks to her family connections. She is known to have a fascination with blades of all sorts.
Her quarters are near the Galley/Mess area of the ship which helps her keep an eye on those seeking to steal food

Unknown Background:there is a debt-warrant in one system she does need to take care of if she wants to avoid prolonged indentured servitude . She was also accused of killing a lover who tried to leave her, but the police dropped the charges due to lack off evidence.
She comes from a wealthy family who was able to support her in her various passions and provide her with expensive implants. She has an ocular implant that interfaces with the others including her eidetic enhancement buffer in the brain , and moderate strength enhancement to help compensate for her light frame. The ocular implant also gives her several different wavelengths of visible spectrum and she sometimes uses it to detect electromagnetic leaks

Name: Arthur Crecy
Portrait: (close enough) https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/16/5a/f7/165af743ab76a2df6016d5fc7aa15ab5.jpg

Brief Description: Arthur is a fairly well built Caucasian man the short black and well kept hairs on his head are an even 6 feet and 5 inches from the ground and weighing in at 185 pounds of muscle under normal gravity. he takes pride in looking his best and the clothes he wears are well cared for. usually dressing in oranges and blues that are fairly well and snug fitting. His eyes are an deep bronze color. his skin has a deep tan, that his years in space seem to have barely dented. his right hand also has odd black veins that seem to crawl up his wrist then fade into the thicker muscle of the arm.

Usual Gear: (including weapons) a pistol, the equivalent of a large caliber heavy machine gun, a ring bearing the symbol of his order, an odd longsword, an odd bracer, a pocket watch containing a picture of his home, a holy text, a water cantine, and no less than 3 ration bars.
Sexual Orientation: Hetero, staight, he likes girls.
Ons/Offs: Oral, Large breasts, Exhibitionism, Dominance. ect..
Offs: scat, extremely fat partners, torture, necrophilia... ect...
Morning Watch Location: observation deck
Mid-Watch Location: cargo bay
Evening Watch Location: main hold/ personal quarters
Known Background: Arthur was the illegitimate son of a "Noble" and a maid on the distant beautiful world of Crecy for which he is named. so to prevent unnecessary questions his father had his mother killed and had him sent to a military order of "knights" known as the order of the silver rose, which took children and turned them into weapons. the training was brutal but Arthur survived, flourished even but when the war broke out with cagali, nobody was prepared for what would happen. Crecy itself was rendered neigh uninhabitable, a nuclear winter having engulfed, his order destroyed, he barely escaped with his life aboard a neutral medical ship that took pity on him. Until he meets the crew of the st. anne he has been making his way across the galaxy as hired muscle, a mercenary, putting the skills he honed as a boy to good use.


Unknown Background:
Arthur was not only subjected to harsh training in the order but also some minor bodily enhancement, his pain receptors dulled to the point of barely being operational allowing him to push his body much further than the average man, his right hand has about as much mechanical enhancement as there is organic tissue at this point. the enhancements allowing him to interface with the odd sword he has on him at nearly all times.

Arthur, despite the destruction of his order, and his planet. the royal family of cagali still has a warrant out on the last knight of the silver rose, as well as a significant bounty.. which has only gone up as those who come to collect the bounty or the warrant tend not to return. it is a terrible cycle, that ends with his head on more kill lists and more collectors dead.

Name:Ophelia Fitzalan
Portrait: Face Claim
Brief Description: 5’5, 122 pounds, her body slim and toned. Her hair is such a pale blonde it almost appears white. Ice blue eyes. Ophelia hadn’t lived any real hardships until being forced into a stasis pod that she believed was to be her death. Physically she had to work on the family farm every day, so she’s not afraid to put in the effort. She want’s to put in her share of the work and might be a little over enthusiastic in her endeavors to be a part of the crew. She has no experience with limited grav and is clumsy while making her way around the St Anne.
Usual Gear: She is proficient with a bow from her days of hunting with her family

Sexual Orientation:Mainly straight but takes fun trips exploring other avenues
Ons/Offs: F-List

Morning Watch Location:Wandering
Mid-Watch Location:Exploring
Evening Watch Location:Wandering

Known Background:
Grew up on one of the first earth colonies with her father and siblings. She is not afraid to work, accustomed to long hours on their homestead. Ophelia was hardly ever around anything more advanced than simple communication systems. The few times she was exposed to technology, she was too busy with other work and found it unnecessary to put the effort into learning.

The threat of overpopulation on her home planet Lorion, brought about the decision to split the colony, sending a percentage of the population to built a new home on a recently found planet. Ophelia and her brother Cynric reluctantly volunteer for the expedition. During the journey, something happens and the civilians are put into old fashioned stasis pods.

Unknown Background:
In the centuries of her disappearance, her home planet Lorion became a lush and booming society. Her modern relatives are some of the most influential on the planet and now have a thriving business in money lending. Buying debt markers and collecting on them has been their main source of finances for the last 5 decades.