Name: Brigadier Owen J. (The "J" is for "Jonathan" ) Gordon-Whittaker
Gender: Male
Age: 41
Appearance: Older, with slightly greying black hair, like, with grey streaks along broth sides, blue eyes, tanned, tall and reasonably muscular, freckles, broad-shouldered, his nose looks like it's been broken a lot in the past, wears glasses, goatee with grey hair along the middle part underneath the bottom lip, average weight.
Attire: Lavender jacket with an ungodly amount of pockets, ivory white button-up with suspenders underneath and inky black cargo pants and brown boots.
Personality: Not very good with emotions, his or others. Intelligent and pretty creative but tends to oversimplify his explanations and leave out important details. A bit of a grammar policeman, hates to admit he's wrong but is always ready to criticize. Doesn't like talking about his past. Hot-headed and will jump to conclusions a bit too quickly.
Talents: Navigation, negotiating, skilled with most weaponry, tracking, martial arts, poetry, and though he would never reveal it he is really, really good at art, especially painting.
Hobbies: Knitting, idk?
Quote(s): "It's at times like this I could do with some coffee." "AtteennnnSHUN!" "I'll have a salute! That's an order!" "What is 'romance'? Is that just young folk speak for 'eternal devotion to a single person that will ultimately end in heartbreak'?" "Don't ask me questions, it'll save you time because I won't answer them." "Why is there still no coffee?" "Freedom is just another word for nothin' left to lose."
Other: Has a tragic military backstory that shall be revealed later. Got shot in the leg, so he has a limp in the left leg as a result and sometimes has to walk with a cane. His wife died of disease a few months ago, so he went on the journey as to start over and forget. Is most definitely a cat person, has a phobia of just about any kind of dog.
Is he alright?
(The attire is a little out of place… I'm fine with you developing his character, but could you at least list a few traits? Other then that he's fine!)
(Yeah, sorry. I'll list a few traits, but must I change the outfit? No offense, this is your RP and I can do whatever you need me to.)
(If you ditch the waistcoat I think it'll be fine.)
(Chipmunk, you still need to make your character.)
Name: Marcus Forlen
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Skinny, silver hair, blue-gray eyes, tannish, on the taller side
Attire: Silver flight suit, old t-shirts and leggings, ratty converse
Personality: Warm, flirty, dramatic and loud, doesn't get mad easily, stronger than he looks both emotionally and physically, basically tries to be everyone’s big brother (unless he likes you romantically or you're older than him)
Talents: Playing the piano, understanding/relating to people
Hobbies: Writing, reading
Quote(s): "We're just friends that have requited romantic feelings for each other and may or may not sleep with each other. We're not dating."
Other: He has a younger brother, but they had a fallout when Marcus was 23 and don't talk anymore
(Oh my goldfish, that quote.)
Could we possibly begin now idk?
(I mean all four of us are on so I think we can)
(I'll write a starting blip)
The hangar hummed with noise. Ellen had reported to her commanding officer and was now headed toward the research vessel to prepare for take off. She frowned when she noticed the chipped paint that stenciled the side of the ship, spelling out Indagatio 4. Why the hell did they have to get stuck with this one? She walked to the other side, inspecting the slightly dented hull. One of the maintenance crewman waved her over. "Hey! Amar!" He called. "The head honchos wanted me to let you know that because you've been designated an older model, we've supplied your crew with an M.A. droid." "Thanks." Ellen replied, watching the hatchway slowly opened with a groan. "Nice to know the company cares." She muttered, boarding the ship.
Addie raced to the ship, one hand holding her things, the other trying to keep her her jacket on. She skidded to a stop just outside the door.
"Ellen Amar? Is Ms. Amar here?" she asked, sticking her head inside the door. She had to make sure she was on the right ship this time. The last ship she'd jumped on had been the wrong one, and… Let's just say the captain of that ship had been surprised to see her there…
"Who wants to know?" Ellen asked, leaning out of a doorway.
Owen walked into the old ship. He remembered these old crusaders being the newest model back in the old days. "Hello? Is Captain Amar aboard? Brigadier Owen J. Gordon-Whittaker present and reporting for duty!" he called out through the rickety old ship.
Marcus walked on board. "Captain Amar? Is this the right ship?"
Oi. So many people. "Yes, yes! This is the right ship! Welcome aboard." Ellen ushered them all in, signaling the crewmen. The hatchway closed with a hiss. "Let's head to the bridge."
"After you, ma'am." Owen said. Good Lord, they're all so young… what in the galaxy have I signed up for? he thought.
Adeline would have answered, had she not been interrupted. But, satisfied she had the correct ship, she walked onboard. When her captain started moving, Addie quickly followed.
