Soon. Been busy. Really busy. too busy. Buying orphans for toys too. Family matters ... and ...and ... and ...


Okay! I admit it! I'm a "so you think you can dance" addict. I need help!. I'm so weak.

Jeremiah Christian Kane
Jeremiah Christian Kane was born on Regina to proud parents who ran a prosperous farm and cattle ranch. Jeremiah’s mother died suddenly when he was only 9 due to a poor heart. His father raised him as best he could alone, with many a farm hand to keep an eye on him as well. When he was 12, Jeremiah found a series of data disks that had belong to his mother that had been moved to storage. Curious, he found that they contained many books, old stories from Earth that Was, about a time of knights, warriors, chivalry and castles. He read them all over and over again – at first because they had been his mother’s but because he loved the stories.

Jeremiah helped out around the farm and was never afraid of hard work. In his teenage years he discovers hover-bike racing and the joy of thrill seeking at high speeds. In fact he won a few tournaments and could have gone on to interplanetary racing but his father became ill at that time and he had to stay home to help with the ranch. The word of a war coming was rumbling around at this time, but he didn’t pay much attention to that as he had the farm to mind.

His father died a year later and Jeremiah was content to take over the farm. But shortly afterwards the funeral, the Alliance men came with papers and documents saying that his dad owed back taxes and they claimed the farm as payment. Jeremiah tried to fight them but it was in vain. They brought lawyers and when he refused to budge they brought soldiers. Jeremiah was tossed out of his home with a bag full of clothing and box of personal possessions. To add insult to injury, the soldiers set fire to his home and let it burn to the ground. The next week the land was sold at auction for less than half its worth, and the livestock was appropriated by the military for foodstuff.

Jeremiah joined the independent army a month later, partially out of anger for what happened but also out of a naïve sense of honour and desire to seek justice like the knights in the stories he read. He quickly developed skills as a pilot and was flying Angels (a combo bomber/troop transport) before long as the pilot of a ten-man crew. On only his third mission out, Alliance fighters attacked his Angel and in the skirmish attack his captain was killed and the first officer froze up in fear. Not thinking about rank, Jeremiah started telling crew what to do and issuing orders – saving his and the life of the crew in the process. Once he returned from base, he was given a battlefield promotion and became Captain of his own crew and Angel.

Over the next five years of the war, Jeremiah learned a lot about heroics, glory and war. It was nothing like his books and the horror of it all shook him up inside. Through his actions, Jeremiah was to become known as a hero to the independence. He was the man who did the Fenton Run in five days, the pilot who landed on a comet to plant a surveillance tower so the Browncoats could spy on Alliance ship movements, The Captain who dove his damaged burning ship into the alliance forces and emerged to kill a hundred purple bellies before being captured. The stories go on and on -most were stories hanging around the germ of the truth. Yes he did the Fenton run in five but it was because he got tagged by Alliance guns and lost engine containment. His crew had to seal off the engine room with scrap iron while he ran the engines deep into the red. For that he was a hero, but all Jeremiah could think of were the three crewmembers that died of radiation poisoning while wielding plates.

Then war was over and the good guys lost. Jeremiah was captured and processed as a war criminal. Due to his battlefield commission, the alliance did not see him as a highly important hostage and he was placed in the Larkhill Reclamation Colony on Hera, along with all the other “somewhat” important prisoners and anyone else the alliance didn’t know what to do with except hold down and watch.

Jake ‘Brutal’ Clements
Jake grew up the son of a poor farmer on Whitefall. The hard grueling life made him tough and strong but he hated farming and wished for a more fulfilling life; something more exciting and adventurous. The Unification War gave him the chance for which he had been looking. Jake became known as ‘Brutal’ because of his violent and sometimes vicious way of fighting and his rude crude behavior that had earned him a few stints in the brig for mouthing off to ‘supposedly’ superior officers.

Melanie Meagan Moore
Graduated from high school at age 16, two years early and started to attend Osiris Planetary School of Arts.

Shortly after she turns 18, the Independent War starts, and six months later she leaves OPSA to sign on with the Independents, becoming a pilot.

Transport ship Melanie is piloting is shot down during Battle of Serenity Valley. Melanie is injured with the other three members of her crew perishing and most of the goods destroyed.

Melanie is immobile for the remainder of Serenity Valley but is able to fight from a defensive position on the line, being assisted to move whenever the FPL was pushed back.
Serenity Valley is over, Alliance medical personnel operate on Melanie’s leg but is only able to do so much. After it is healed enough that she is able to be self-mobile, Melanie is thrown in the Larkhill penal colony with other Independent veterans and criminals. Despite her attempts to contact her father, he refuses to use his influence to get her freed. She has been disowned.

This weekend - Look for Freedom's Price - A Serenity RPG game to begin.

My name is Grace Lin. My father worked at Blue Sun. He wasn’t the president but he was pretty close to it. So we had a lot of money. When I was born, my father decided that I would be raised to be perfect. I learn everything proper. From keep my hair neat to table manners.

I was raised to believe that the Alliance was wonderful and they made great sacrifices to help us. When I was six, an incident happened. My nanny wanted more money then my folk were willing to pay. So my nanny tried to destroy one of Father’s vehicles. That when I learn I was good with machines. I fixed the engine and even left enough evidence to get my nanny sent to jail. After that little incident, my father started showing me off to all the other rich folk. A lot of people thought I was perfect. However I was far from it. I hate all those parties and I loath those useless folk. However I didn’t do anything to upset my parents. I practise fixing machines. After those parties, it felt good to get greasy. It felt like I was proving that I wasn’t someone’s little doll.

When I was twelve, things got really interesting; I was now better at fixing things then Father’s mechanics. I was allowed to walk through the gardens. I found a way out of the garden. Now I could go into town. That when I met Matthew. Some cop had caught him trying to steal some money. Matthew was bad mouthing the officer. The officer punched Matthew in frustration. Some instinct stepped in and I called out at the officer for striking the boy. The officer knew who I was. After the officer left, I turned my attention to him. Matthew didn’t like me. He told me he didn’t need a girl’s help and he stormed off.

We met again some time later. He got into a fight with a guy and ended up with a broken hand. I ran into him cursing because someone broke his hovermule. He wasn’t happy to see me smirking at his problem. He call me a prissy doll and to go away. I told him I could fix it and he didn’t believe me. So I fixed it right in front of him. That surprise Matthew. He asked me for my name and told me his. He needed help to the hospital so I helped. As we were heading there, we talk. I learned stuff about the rim planets and about Matthew.

Over the course of the year we became close friends. I snuck out to see Matthew. He gave me a lot of stuff to think about. He told me bout his two brothers. As I became closer to Matthew the more I realize how much the people I had trusted had lied to me. Matthew trusted me now and told me about how he and his friends some times did illegal things. I knew Matthew was a bit of a smuggler and thief. Then the war started. My father supported the soldiers. He soon had a lot of Alliance ships in his possession. Matthew older brother had joined the independence. Then a couple weeks later he got a letter saying his brother was dead. An Alliance ship had shot the ship he was on down. Matthew was heart broken and swore he was going to get the Alliance for it. I found out later that it was my Father’s Ship that shot the ship down.

Some inside me snapped. An anger inside grew and took control. I stormed into my father study. My Father was startled at my anger so it took a few minutes for him to react. I lashed my anger out at him and even started swearing at him. My Father and I fought for a while. It ended when my father slap me. That really hurt and while I was getting over the surprise. My Father told me I was going to be kept in my room. He was going to find out who had taught me the words and about the war and have him or her killed. Then he sent me to my room. I knew better then just to stay in there and cry. I grabbed a bag and stuff the little clothes I had that weren’t dresses. I also packed my tool kit. Then I ran away from home.

I went straight to Matthew. I knew I had to warn him. However as soon as I saw him, I started crying. Matthew saw me and comfort me as I told what had happened through my tears. After I was done, Matthew was quiet. Then he told me that he was going to take care of me. He took me to where he and his friends were staying. I met Roger and Hail. Matthew explained that he was planning to steal the Alliance newest ship for shooting down his brothers.

Hail’s face got real sour when I offered to help. However Roger was looking excited. I knew exactly where to find the ship they were looking for. We plan to do that night. The four of us headed to where they kept the ships. The newest ship was the Alliance Patrol & Enforcement Cutter. And the four of us stole it. We started the crime business. We did smuggling and any kind of job we could get. The Alliance didn’t bug us because our ship was one of theirs. Hail and I didn’t get along. However Roger liked me and I proved many times how useful I was. I made friends with some folk in our trade. Things got complicated between me and Matthew. It was hard for us to do anything when the other one was near by. We end up doing something really silly.

We final realize we were in love with one another. It kind of hard to ignore especially since the ship was tiny. We did our best because we both knew it could be really bad if it went south. Matthew got a letter saying that his other brother was in trouble. He needed Matthew help. Hail and Roger tried to convince him to stay. He wouldn’t listen. He expects me to give him a hard time. I didn’t, I knew he wouldn’t stay. When we separated, he told me he loved me and he come back. The three of us stayed in business. Things got really bad after that.

As it turns out Hail had heard there was reward for me. She hated me so much she would sell me out to the Alliance. She sent me and Roger into a trap. The Alliance caught us. Roger and I put up a good fight but there were too many of them. Roger died in the fight. The Alliance arrested me and put me in Larkhill Reclamation Colony on Hera. I know I’m going to find a way out. I going to find Hail and make her pay. Then I am going to find Matthew. Promise

Angela Ryan
A displaced person is someone who has lost their home. It happens, sometimes. A natural disaster, a war; things happen and folks lose their homes and may need to be re-located. Sometimes it is the Alliance that does the displacing, if a piece of land has something the Alliance wants. So, it’s not common, but the Alliance, the well-oiled machine that it is, has a procedure for dealing with displaced persons.

Sometimes, displaced persons lose track of who they are. Identification papers get destroyed, or the DP (that’s Alliance lingo for displaced person) is a child and can’t say for themselves who they are. Usually, it’s a temporary confusion, since we’re all registered with our DNA, and a quick swab and a search brings up an ID. Papers are recreated, families re-united, everything’s fine and dandy.

Then there was Angela Ryan. Not that Angela’s her name….some Alliance paper pusher gave her that name because the paperwork had to be completed when you process a prisoner, and the admissions program at Larkhill wouldn’t accept DP6267749 as a name. No, our Angela’s something of a cipher. No record whatsoever of her, her DNA’s not on file and no record search based on her description has ever brought back a definitive result. I say definitive because she looks like everybody and nobody, so you get millions of hits on a likeness search. Brown hair with a curly bent, brown eyes, light brown skin, a generous mouth and a broad nose. If you had to guess at a racial heritage, you’d guess “all of ‘em”. Funny thing, that’s what the DNA search came back as. Normally, you’re in the system, and even if you were born on a backwater planet that only stored files locally, your genetic markers would at least point to relatives or racial heritage. Angela’s makeup is almost perfect in its variety…you could say she’s related to all of us, somehow.

Not that our girl’s sayin’ much on the matter. She has no idea who she is, where she came from, nothing. More than that, she remembers nothing about anyone around her, and nothing seems to stick in her memory, either. Larkhill’s a tough place, the sort of place you dump people to live or die on their own, but even the guards here realized that someone who woke up every morning as clueless as a newborn needed a little watching. So, as an old Shepherd and fellow prisoner, I was allowed to keep an eye on her. Greet her every morning, and remind her of her name and where she was before panic hit and she hurt somebody.

See, that’s the oddest thing about our little mystery gal. Don’t know a thing about herself, and can’t seem to remember even me from day to day, but she can read and write, figure out simple math, and do a million other little things she must have learned before whatever it is that cleaned her clock. One of those things is fighting, which is a surprise, considering how she looks to be such a meek, forgettable little lamb. One of the prisoners thought she needed a boyfriend, as he put it, and when he wouldn’t let go, she proceeded to break his jaw, one leg and his arm in three places. I’m pretty sure she was about to twist his head clean off when his buddies jumped her. It would have gotten ugly had another group of prisoners not stepped in to even the odds.

They’d never given her much notice before, but I’d seen how they looked out for each other, and since I knew I couldn’t do much more for her, I’ve asked them to make room in their lives for her…at least until she can find her way.

Alright, seeing as how we are yet to have a Q&A/OOC thread, I will do this here.

Clothing: worn denim jeans, a few pairs; short-sleeved shirts, one a dingy kind of white and another a faded blue; brown duster (of course); pair of mid-thigh high boots of good leather and a belt.

She will also have her violin. But I was mainly wondering about what other gear will we have?

the Q&A is up now. Posting can commence anytime or wait for the detailed bar description. I will try to get character sheets up soon.

In the light of YeOlde dropping out - I need someone to take his spot - either assuming the role of Brutal or as another character, preferably male. PM, or email or drop me a line here.

I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT...

ok, you get the picture.

Character sheet posted based on our chat session. Please fix me as needed!

Str: d12+d4
agil: d10
vital: d10

Alert: d12+d2
will: d6
int: d2

Complications:
Crude
Ugly as Sin
Amorous
Loyal (to the 3 girls in the party, see above complication)
Easy Mark
total +12

Assets:
two fisted
intimidatin' manner
nose for trouble

Skills
d6 athletics
d6 guns *d12 rifles
d6 heavy weapons *d12 ship guns
d6 melee weapons
d6 perception *d12+d4 sight
d6 discipline
d2 survival
d6 unarmed *d12+d4 street fighting

if I did this right, let me know.

So we will have a reality mend - Brutal vanishes in a poof of logic and Phil Helmuth will take his place. I will post an adjustment and we will move on

If it will make things easier, yall can nickname my character brutal. But I wasn't ever military.

find and replace works well. You could post an intro for your character if you'd like.