I changed mine earlier today to make it more interesting, you should give it, and the others, another read.
Celd's
Name: Celd Rollins
Coming from a small seaside hamlet on the East Coast, Celd's always loved the ocean and the promise of adventure. After outgrowing a childhood spent puttering around his hometown bay in a washtub with a motor, he joined up with the Navy shortly before December 1941. The adventure of a seaborne tour of the Pacific didn't seem to mesh too well with the dull life of peeling potatoes on a supply freighter moving between the great blue desolation between Hawaii and Guam. But nevertheless, he adjusted well to the life at sea. Time not spent in the galley or his bunk found itself allotted to many hours of contemplation, staring out at the tumultuous ocean about him. These nautical meditations gave him the time to collect himself, to wonder what horrors lurked in the abyssal depths.
After his service, Celd found himself on unfamiliar ground, dry land. Deciding to take his pay and play his trade in the post-war whaling industry of Japan, he sated a measure of his wanderlust. Things looked up for Celd, but as fate would have it, his captain took ill and retired to the countryside. Out of work and still searching for that next adventure, he shifted from ship to ship as he traveled farther north, vowing he would reach the world's end somehow. Lo and behold, Galt Intelligence just came out with a new navigational device and needed a crew for a ship. The itinerary was to Celd's liking, and he signed up without second thought, fantasies of adventure in the Arctic beginning to cover his mind like a fresh layer of frost. What new wonders would he find himself contemplating as he now faced the thickening ice of the sea?
GenHellspawn's
Name: Srgt. Hellspawn
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Bio: Hellspawn took it upon himself to go on this voyage. Despite knowing barely anything about computers, they always fascinated him. So, you could imagine his interest to see a whole ship planned to piloted by an AI. Using his connections with the higher-ups, he managed to get himself a spot on the ship, officially to guard to the crew, but unofficially to see such a machine in action.
Role: Uhh, security? I don't really know what a man in the army would be doing here, so just roll with it.
Dastardos'
Name: Michael Gross
Age: 34
Sex: Male
Bio: Grew up in and around the Arctic and wanted to me a captain of a boat when he grew up. His dad though thought otherwise. He wanted his son to be a mechanic like him. His dad also was an alcoholic. Any time Michael talked about being a Captain his dad would beat him and sometime cut him. Michael hated his childhood and dreamed of running away. One day he finally left and went to his grandparents. His father was so disappointed that he left that he killed himself and his wife saying they where failures as parents. With the will money Michael got into Naval school and became a boat captain. He keeps a picture of his mother and father with him at all times.
Role: Captain
Easykill's
Machines had always had a sort of resonance with Killion, his skill and technical creativity building anything from computers to military equipment to S.U.Vs had attracted quite some notice when he was younger, earning him a widespread reputation as a genius. Many different corporations and even governments were soon trying to recruit him, sometimes forcibly. He turned down the best offers and scoffed at the blackmail, continuing to freelance until someone went too far and accidentally killed his sister, Jane, in a kidnapping. Killion blamed himself and suffered some serious psychological damage from which he never fully recovered. He lost his ambition, and to a large degree his ability to think outside the box. Corporations stopped paying attention to him and he faded into obscurity, ending up on Galt's payroll as a minor technician some years later, where his co-workers have described him as "Sociable but difficult to befriend". The ship's A.I core has become his new obsession since it broke down, the first thing since Jane's death that really drew him out of his stupor and made him care about his work. To Killion, his work is an object of hatred, a painful reminder of what he lost and would probably never regain. And the AI core is the ultimate symbol of this. He hopes now that by destroying the symbol and solving the puzzle can he move on past the pain his work holds for him.
After his sister's death the goons involved began to disappear; they found the bodies a few years later hidden in a locked room in the subway. Killion was of course the first suspect, but there wasn't any proof, and he had long since left Canadian soil. Killion's temper has calmed with time, and he now claims that he has no desire for revenge. His friends back home still worry what would happen if he were to find out who was truly responsible for Jane's death though.
Ah! He's... 38. Yeah, that should do.
Fishie food's
Name : Karl Krankenwagen.
Age : 28
Gender : Male
Appearance : Short, roughly 5"10, with oily overalls and short, messy black hair.
Bio : Karl had been born in a small village in the North East of Germany, and he had been a welcome addition to his small family. His mother died during his birth, and he had always born a deep-set resentment of this fact. His father raised him well, teaching him his trade from an early age, and granting him a job at the family business, fixing up broken cars and engines. Karl was happy, and he soon learnt many tips and tricks of the trade, becoming fairly prosperous. It was at the mild age of 22 that his father was taken ill, and soon suffered a fatal heart attack. Grieving for his loss, Karl took on the business himself, becoming a renowned craftsmen in his village. It was another two years before the next tragedy stuck - his garage, which was directly adjacent to his home, burned after a leaking oil valve sparked a socket. Homeless, and with little money left from his previous wealth due to legal obligations, Karl hit the streets. It was not long before he found his way to the docks, and learned that there was a ship in need of a mechanic. Eagerly, he took this position, and worked his way from vessel to vessel. He ended up on the ship, keeping the cogs going one day at a time.
Role : Mechanic.
The all-powerful and awesome Galt's. Please don't kill me off.
Name: John Galt
Age: 31
Bio: Heir to the Galt Intelligence software conglomerate, John took over the company when his father died during a humanitarian aid trip in which he single-handedly rescued an entire bus filled with children from a flooded, Guatamalan highway. Forever living in his father's shadow, Galt has overseen the ambitious development of technologies that have all but destroyed his company's public image. Consistently blames employees for product failure and treats them like felons. Although creative, John Galt's lack of common sense and ethics generally land him in more trouble than his family's fortune can pay for. Currently faced with either personally testing the newest navigational software or having his financial crimes exposed by the GI Board of Directors, Galt has been essentially exiled to the frozen north to make sure that his latest idea doesn't bankrupt his father's business.
Tsurugi's
Name: Tsurugi
Age: 21
Bio: Tsurugi is the son of a poor family that lives in a small fishing village on the coast of the Atlantic Provinces of Canada. His family had moved there a long time ago trying to make a better life for themselves then the one that they had in Japan. His father had been a fisherman back in Japan so he took up his trade in Canada hoping to make enough money to help give his son a better life. Unfourtunatly things didn't work out for him and he barely made enough to keep food on the table let alone pay for schooling for Tsurugi. When Tsurugi's father heard about this new ship he decided to try and give his son a chance at something different. He convinced Tsurugi to sign up as a deckhand on the boat, hoping he would eventually rise up the ranks and make a nice life for himself. Tsurugi doesn't mind the work but he has always had more of an interest in Medicine and Sciences. He accepts his job hoping not to rise up in the ranks but just to make enough money to pay for school.
vid20's
Name:Jimmy McMannis
Age: 25
Appearance: Jimmy wears a black bandanna with skulls and crossbones on it over his 8" long brown hair. He has soft hazel eyes, and a relatively plane face. He is attired in white chef pants, a white chef shirt, and an apron; this is blue with white stripes. He doesn't have a chef hat yet, no one would sell it to him
Bio: Jimmy long dreamed of being a pirate, ever since an captivating musical lead him to believe that a life of piracy would be riveted with adventure, plunder, doubloons (what ever those where) and wenches. Oh so many wenches. The sad truth of the matter was that piracy was nothing like that. Not even remotely close. IT seemed that unless you came from the East Coast of Africa you had almost no hope of actually being a pirate and joining a privateering crew of misanthropes for adventure on the high seas.
So Jimmy did the next best thing, he worked in a cafe' wearing a bandanna on his head sand screaming abuse at customers who thought that their soy decaf latte wasn't quite strong enough. Working in this industry taught Jimmy that he had a natural knack for talking to people, and through his many adventure of relatively safe caffeine based beverage making he met some one who told him of the work on the Galt barges out in the arctic; although at the time Jimmy discarded the story the seeded had been plated. A seed that promised high adventures, exotic locations, and no more soy milk decaf lattes with chocolate on top.
Jimmy, uncharacteristically committed to something and got himself a job the very next day. Not doubt due to the fact that he could talk a good talk. He now found himself employed as an apprentice chef on the vessel. Maybe they had taken his claim of running a prosperous cafe quite literally. Either way, Jimmy is sure he can bluff his way through the situation with false, piratey, bravado.
ThePoodonkis'
Name: Chris Jackson
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Occupation: Helicopter Pilot
Bio: Chris Jackson got his Civilian Pilot's License when he was 18. Since then he's worked for various companies from drop off, to evacuation.
John Galt hired him to drop some of the crew off on the ship.
Within a short time of landing, a block of ice hit one of the rotors. Denting it and grounding Chris, leaving him stranded on this ship until he can fix it, or until he can get dropped off at the nearest port.
He always hated being on boats, too confined. To make matters worse, he hated the cold. This was the makings for quite a miserable time.
Combined's
Name: Ivan Feldgrau
Age: 42
Gender: (Most likely) Male
Appearance: Tall and thin, a little out of shape. Has messy, slightly oily dark brown hair, dark blue eyes and a mustache, similar to Franz Josephs. Wears a German greatcoat and a Russian winter hat with red star, as well as German infantry boots and leather gloves.
Bio: Ivan was born near Leningrad in the Soviet Union, to a German family. After long years of schooling, he became a surgeon. Working hard and saving lives, he was soon promoted to better and better positions, before becoming Leningrad Central Hospitals' administrator, directly responsible to the Central Committee and the Communist Party. After several years, when war seemed inevitable, he was taken by the Red Army as a Field Medic, along with most of the hospital staff.
After 4 years passed, Ivan was released from army duty. He once again rejoined the medical profession, but his years in the army have caused a great amount of psychological problems. He had nightmares, could not stay still, was a little shaky, so the administrator of Moscow Central fired Ivan.
After being fired, Ivan went into a terrible state that he can't seem to recall. 4 years later, he found himself in the town of Provideniya, at the very edge of the Soviet Union.
With little money and recognition, Ivan looked for employment as best he could and set himself up as the local physician. However, one day he heard about a ship that needed a good medic and he took the job without hesitation...
Ivan is proficient in light firearms, knows Russian and German quite well, speaks some English. He is a pretty good medic, even though he has few supplies and his hands shake a little bit.
Ivan is also psychologically damaged and may become very quiet and avoid human contact for long periods of time. He also has a tendency to avoid touching guns, however if he does, there's no guarantee that he will shoot anything.
Still, Ivan is loyal, good at what he does and will not hesitate if someone's life is in danger.
Role: Medic.
Sparty B's
I don't go to school Monday. Martin Luther King day here in the states.
Anyway, here's my bio:
Name: Jim Halcoy
Gender: Male
Age: 35
Appearance: Jim wears a thick winter coat and stereotypical Russian hat. He is always very jittery.
Bio: Jim was drafted in WWII and went to fight in European conflicts, he showed little aptitude for fighting but an expansive knowledge of both Russian and German as well as his own language of English. As a result, he was taken on as communications officer for his regiment. One day, he was taking a piss behind a tree while they were on patrol and he fell behind, some German soldiers found him, pants down, gun dropped, in the middle of the forest. Needless to say, he surrendered immediately and was taken prisoner then brought back to the German camp in chains. He was tortured and interrogated and sang like a canary the whole time, march patterns, attack plans, everything. They found out he was a communications officer and would have no trouble talking to them over the radio, so they offered him a proposition: Hand us any new secrets you find and we let you go, you say no, we kill you. There wasn't much else Jim could do so he trekked out of camp and back into his own, stating that he was mauled by a bear as the reason for his lateness. For the next years of the war, Jim kept feeding secrets to the Germans, and even though they lost the war, Jim liked to think he was what let the German's hold out so long.
After the war, he took up residence in Moscow and signed up to be communications officer on a ship sailing into the arctic.
Role: If you haven't figured it out yet, your an idiot, but I'll restate: COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER.
Singing Gremlin's
Name: Chaz 'Rottweiler' Johnson
Age: 29
Bio: From birth, Chaz has always had two predominant features; firstly, he's built like a tank. Secondly, he always follows instructions to the letter. Ones he understands anyway. It might be this inbred obedience that causes to adhere to the stereotype so well but Chaz became the stereotypical brainless bouncer, with a doglike loyalty, where he earned his nickname. He is now working as a private guard for Galt, after he had his name plastered all over the news when he decimated a small gang that wanted to exort money from the club where he worked. Not because he thought they were a threat, mind. They just pushed to the front of the queue, the bastards.
Armitage Shanks'
Name: Quentin Shanks
Age: Late 30's
Position: Reporter
Description: Short, curly brown hair. Dark green eyes. Nothing notable. Often wears a fedora.
Bio: Quentin always had an ear to the ground and a hand in the press. Nothing went on anywhere without him knowing. And once he knew, the world knew.
For some years, the rumour had been:
While visiting the USSR for a piece on the Eastern Front, Quentin was bundled into a lorry by the Secret Police, taken to Moscow, marched into the Kremlin and presented before Stalin himself. The Communist Dictator then told the young reporter that he had heard of his repuation, and informed him that he had 3 days to locate the 12 Nazi spies known to operating within Soviet territory, or face the firing squad. Smiling politley, Shanks asked "If I can get you the names in an hour, will you give an exclusive interview?" Stalin laughed heartily , replying with "If you can get the names in an hour, not only do you get an interview, but I won't send you to the gulag!"
Quentin left the building and sat in Red Square for 45 mintues. He returned to Stalin's office with 5 to spare and took a sheet of paper he'd been carrying the whole time from his coat pocket, before remarking: "Now how bout that exclusive?"
Even though Quentin had made up and spread the rumour himself, it was accurate of the standing he once held in the industry.
That was then.
This is now:
Quentin is an unemployable, burnt out, alcoholic hack, his writing only required when the toilet rolls are empty.
Recently however, his fortunes may have changed. After being sighted around the headquarters of Cybernet Industries on several occasions, Shanks has managed to work his way on board boat testing a supposedly new technology.
Pie's
Name: Covolt Mikiel.
Sex: male
Occupation: Navigator/First mate (or something similar)
Background: Covolt Mikiel grew up an average boy in a small russian town by the sea. His father was a coal miner until he was enlisted into russia's conscript army. Covolt lived with his mother for most of his life until his mother recived a letter explaining his father was MIA, pressumed dead. This information sparked Colvolt's interest in serving his country, as his father once did. Failing to pass the induction requirements for the national guard, he focused on naval endevours. On his succession into the ranks of russia's finest seamen, he quickly climbed the ranks to assistant to the captain of a particularly important ship. Late october, several years after joining, his ship was attacked by rebels and crippled in deep water.
Escaping on a life raft with 20 other men, they watched as their ship was set alight, after several grueling days at sea most managed to make it to back to shore, only to find that the hardship they survived was not over, they had been labled deserters, and a disgrace to their country. After spending several months in one of russia's hardest gaols where he learned to gather information quietly and to make powerful friends, he was finally aquitted of treason and restored to his former rank. After a short period of time, Colvolt took interest in covert intelligence, based on what he had picked up as a prisoner, and pushed for a position as an intelligence officer, after attending training and being assigned a post he later discovered a plot against his life after interogating a crew member he found in his quarters going through his belongings.
After this incident not much is on record, and what is, is simple speculation.
It is pressumed that he dropped off the radar and using his covert intelligence skills, he made his way to America to start afresh, after running into trouble with a drug triad, it is believed he headed north towards the Artic. It is believed that he is currently in that area under the same name, and that he aquired a job as a navigator or as his old position, first mate only to the captain. While he is considered a threat to the integrity of russia's secrets, it is beleived he never killed unless there was no other option.
irishdelinquent's
Name: Bobby "The Irish Delinquent" O'Reilly
Sex: Male
Position: Deckhand
Bio: Bobby had certainly done it this time. He thought he'd bought it when he joined the Irish Citizen army (that James Connolly seemed like a decent fellow at the time). After the civil war was quashed, O'Reilly was imprisoned, but escaped. He survived on the run for quite some time, living off of stolen food, wearing stolen clothes, and stealing anything what weren't nailed down. The local police referred to him as "the Irish Delinquent", a catchy alias to put on a wanted poster. Seeing as the police were ready to mobilize a town-wide manhunt to find him, Bobby hopped on the nearest steamer heading to America. Unfortunately for him, he misread the date; the freighter to America left the week after next, while this freighter was heading to Russia.
Upon arriving in Russia, the crew of the freighter he stowed away on found him out. He faced a choice; work as a deckhand for the crew or, as the captain so eloquently put it, "enjoy the swim home". O'Reilly had been working for the crew for two years, when their Captain was arrested for treason, allegedly. The crew disbanded, Bobby took the first job he could find; aboard some dreary freighter travelling to the Arctic.
