The Nightmare Smiths (Closed)

The year is 4078, and space travel technology, as well as contact with alien life, has been well established. Welcome aboard the Nightmare Shroud, base and travel for the infamous Nightmare Smiths, one of the most feared groups of raiders in the galaxy. Hell bent on gaining money and reputation the Nightmare Smiths are not to be trifled with. But many other raiders, and even the intergalactic military, try to stop them from carrying out their outlandish tasks. Join them, as we set our engines to an adventure of action and adrenaline.

Rules:
No sex
No trolling
Don't bother joining if your not going to post (If you don't post in a month without PMing me otherwise I'll kill off your character)

Hey peeps! Another one of my story books, a sci-fi about a group of intergalactic raiders. Now, if you wish to join, all you have to do is design a character to join the crew of the Nightmare Smiths. They can be alien or human (I would like no more than two of any partcular species) and if you wish you may use a species from a film, book, game, etc, as long as you make your own charcater! Now this is the template:

Name:
Gender: Male/Female/Hermaphrodite
Race: Species of character (please include pronunciation)
Position on ship:
Age:
Appearance: (Includes attire)
Personality:
History: Are they an outcast? A proffessional raider?
Skills:
Weaknesses:
Other: Raider groups that may have particular interest in your character, Weapons.

Of course this is a crew so here is the positions:
(X)=taken (O)=free

Captain/Tactitian (X) DarknecrosisX
Deputy/Pilot (X) Crow29
Gunners (O) (X) Betheny,
Chef (X) Loller65
Engineers (X) (X) TyrantOfWar, Jacksondove
Infiltrators (X) (X) AlexinCircusland, Leahweird

Note: All characters will take part in raiding, these are just the positions during non-fight scenes.

I look forward to having you in the storybook! DNX :J

Name: Cytana Krionee

Gender: Male

Race: Sangheili (Sang-he-lee)

Position on ship: Scientist (Weapons Expert)

Age: 50

Appearance:

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Keeps Armour in Imacculate Condition

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Personality: Gruff, intensely loyal and deeply respectful. Will show no mercy to feeble opponents. Will try to persuade Psylene to show mercy to valiant, honourable opponents. When faced with the Jiralhanae (Brutes), will slaughter them without mercy.

History: Served in the Sangheili Empire Army. Was in a war against the Jiralhanae. When faced with death, he chose to run away. Later found by other Sangheili and put on trial for going AWOL and commiting an act of cowardice. However Cytana broke out and hijacked the first ship he came across

Skills: Has great intelligence, weapons handling, strength, speed and adaptability.

Weaknesses: When running, can be loud because of size. Intelligence is sometimes not used because of "Might over Mind." Is also very trusting.

Other: Hunted by the Sangheili Empire Army, wanted alive. Also wanted by the Jiralhanae, wanted dead.

Weapons/Tools:

Uses a Concussion Rifle

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Primary Weapon

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Plasma Rifle

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Secondary Weapon

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Energy Sword

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When All Else Fails!

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Active Camouflage with personal shield generator.

Name: Psylene
Gender: Male
Race: Furon (few-ron)
Position on ship: Captain
Age: 43
Appearance:

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4 feet eight inches. Wears black, titanium alloy armour. His one of his hands are small and wrinkled, the other is cybernetic. His feet are covered by pure metal boots equipped with powerful electromagnets so he can walk on ceilings.
Personality: Easily irritated, charismatic, sensitive about his size, loves to be intidating and in control, uses a lot of threats but has a good sense of humour.
History: An ex-brigadier in the Furon army who was to be executed by the Furon emporor for treason. He escaped but his left hand was crippled although he replaced it with a cybernetic frame. He escaped from the planet Furon to Ploutio (The raiding capital) where he murdered a whole crew, then stole their ship and embarked in a career in looting, crime, and murder. He became one of the most feared beings in the galaxy when he and the rest of his crew commited mass-genocide on the planet Yvelle to the Umbrians. He has very strong links to the Nikes (the species that ordered the destruction of the Umbrians) who suplly him and his crew with resources and a safe-have, provided he has the money.
Skills: Knows how to cut a deal and has the ability to holobob (imitate the form of) enemies. He uses powerful, technical weaponry, but his biggest asset is his psychokenesis. With this power he can lift, hypnotise and read the minds of beings and items. Is extremely intelligent and aware of tricks and traps.
Weaknesses: Very impatient and is physically weak. He can be killed very easily if he is snuck up on. Can be a bit hostile and untrusting of those who try to help. Very sadistic.
Other: Has sparked a lot of interest from the galactic military and the Furon army.
His weapons are those that were forged on his homeworld:

Plasma expulltion ray (Disintergrator Ray):

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The Disintergrator ray releases balls of plasma that instantly burns the target to dust.

Electro-Arc Director (Zap-O-Matic)

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The Zap-O-Matic discharges a huge arc of electricity, turning the target's insides to mush.

Ionic Discharge Grenade Launcher (Ion-Detanator)

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The Ion-Detanator launches grenades that release a sudden discharge of ionic energy, vapourising anything in it's radius.

I will finish my profile tonight!

Name: Ford Faara

Gender: Male

Race: Chiss (pronounced phonetically)

Position on ship: Chef

Age: 30

Appearance:

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Without armor

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Personality: Ford is snarky. He believes he deserves more respect than he gets, and acts as if he is the head honcho on the ship. He will mercilessly let into someone who upsets him, using his intelligence to tear them to shreds if need be. He tends to stick to himself and has few friends, as few people can put up with him.

History: Ford grew up on Earth as the child of a servant to one of the planet's wealthiest families. When he saw the patriarch of the family hit his mother, he went berserk and killed the man with a paring knife he'd stolen from the kitchen. Fearing for his life, his mother spent her life savings to send him on a shuttle to Mars to begin his life anew. When he reached the planet, he was destitute and resulted to thieving and swindling. Eventually, he found became the leader of a small gang and worked his way up the foodchain until he caught the attention of the Nightmare Spirits and signed on as their cook, using his years of domestic service to create quality food for the crew.

Skills: Ford is extremely clever. He has usually figured out every possible outcome of a situation before heading into it. Knowing what could happen allowed him to prepare for anything. He is also extremely proficient with all manner of energy weapons.

Weaknesses: He is a massive jerk, so people don't usually help him in combat, and vice versa. This usually ends in him winding up in tight spots that are often life threatening.

Other: He despises humans, as they are the reason his mother was abused at her work.

Weapons: Ford carries a rapid fire blaster rifle for mid to long range combat

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And a semi automatic blaster pistol for close range

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Name: Vinn Kuur
Gender: Male
Race: Cathar (cath-are)
Position on ship: Deputy/Pilot
Age: 43
Appearance:

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Vinn has golden fur with some slightly darker stripes. He often braids his long hair to keep it out of his eyes. He is 1.8 meters tall (5 foot 10), broadly built and strong. He wears a sleevless leather jacket and fingerless gloves which cover his forearms, a pair of cargo-type trousers and heavy boots.
Personality: Like all Cathar, Vinn is fiercly loyal to whoever he trusts, and would willingly give up his life for them. He is quick to action, but years as a raider have given him a detatched view of the situation- unless he lets his emotions get the better of him. Vinn always has an opinion on an issue and will defend it fiercly.
History: Vinn left his homeworld to become a mercenary over 20 years ago. Since then he has built quite a reputation as a man of action, courage, and honour. Vinn was once captured by slavers, but was able to fight his way to freedom before joining the crew of the nightmare shroud.
Skills: His large, bulky form and retractable claws make Vinn an excellent hand-to-hand fighter. His species also heals faster than most others. He is skilled in the use of bladed weapons and small arms, but lacks any real heavy weapons training. He is good at following orders, but only if he feels they are worthy of following, and is quick to anger if his decisions are contested. Vinn has also honed his piloting skills through years of space travel across the farthest reaches of the known and unknown galaxy.
Weaknesses: Vinn is usually well measured and calm, but is quick to argue if people disagree with him. His experience also carries with it a touch of arrogance, which can lead to minor mistakes in combat. While he lacks experience in some feilds of combat, Vinn makes up for this with his prowess in other areas.
Other: Vinn treats raiding like hunting on his home planet, seeking out the best 'prey' and taking them down with ferocity.
He uses a heavy LK-14 blaster pistol- too powerful for a weaker person to use. He also makes use of a weighty, machete-like vibroblade and studded forearm plates for close-quarters combat.

Sorry there are no pictures of my weapons, basically it's cause I made them up....
Also looking at how many Star Wars species there are I was thinking of starting a fanfiction storybook, so PM me if you'd be interested and if you have any plot ideas etc.

Name: Aramanda (Manda to friends)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Position on ship: Engineer

Age: 19

Appearance: Tale and wiry frame with dark mahogany eyes and sweeping dark hair which she ties back when working. Has a small snubbed nose and thin lips and pale, often sun-burnt skin. When not wearing uniform or a jump-suit for her mechanical engineering, she open wears tight but comfortable dark or black clothes. Never wears skirts or dresses, just practical, warm clothing.

Personality: People, when they first meet her, often remark at how cold and uncaring she is, but that is because she is often distracted. She doesn't respond well to being told to do things twice and is often quite impatient and suspicious of authority. Can be seriously bitter and cynical and grim about most situations, insisting the glass be half empty, rather than half full. This can be very irritating and unhelpful, especially before raids or big fights, but she maintains that she is being “realistic” as opposed to depressing. She can also be very blunt and forward, not liking to get dragged down in “chit-chat” and bureaucracy. However, despite all this, she is determined, well adjusted and sometimes even kind, preferring the pacifistic solution to any problem, and very passionate about equality and fairness within all things.

History: Manda lived on a small low-population planet called Abertis, growing up on a farm with her parents and siblings until she was 12 years old, when, on her birthday, she was taken up by slavers. She was then passed from slave owner to slave owner until she was 16 when she was rescued by the Intergalactic Military and recruited as a mechanical engineer on one of their ships. However, unable to bow to authority, her experience as a slave making her bitter and disobedient, she struggled to adjust to life in the army. Finally, she left and joined the Nightmare Smiths, deciding once and for all that she would make her own rules and live by them and no other.

Skills: Has a military standard training in mechanical engineering, but is also proficient in mathematics and physics, and is often seen playing with little puzzles when she is idle. Can speak fluently in Chiss and Cathar language among others. Is a critical thinker and thoughtful tactician.

Weaknesses: Has a poor grasp of history, and also tends to make sweeping statements without knowing all the facts. Although she is reasonably proficient in carrying out orders, she will become impatient when ordered to do something more than once. Also tends to question authority ruthlessly, only obeying when she fully understands the reasons behind orders and commands.

Other: Has a few friends in the Intergalactic Military whom she can contact for army surplus weapons, parts and vehicles. Otherwise, she tends not to make lasting ties to anyone.

Name: Starkrath Mikiyosis

Gender: Male

Race: Linkses (Link-sees)

Position on ship: Infiltrator

Age: 17

Appearance: Tall, about 6 foot three, with long black hair. He usually wears lightweight clothing, all black and shades to hide his sharp ice blue eyes. He's thin and bony, with tattoos covering his entire body. Oh, and he has his nose pierced. He has black red-tipped retractable wings, that he can grow at anytime. If you anger him enough, he will turn into his true form, which is basically a jade colored vampire dragon with the same wings.

Personality: Doesn't trust people easily and is untrustworthy himself because he's a pickpocket and prankster. Doesn't listen to people and seems to go by his own rules and plans, paying attention to every little detail so that nothing goes wrong.

History: Star grew up an outcast, cold and distant from everybody, especially his family. He never knew the pleasure of friends, mainly because he always avoided having any. He joined the Nightmare Smiths to prove his skills and that he is useful.

Skills: Even though he's not a people person, he's a great flirt with either gender for the most part and able to manipulate people any way he wants to so as to get himself out of any sticky situation. Usually calm in most situations, unless he's cornered. That's when he starts to panic, especially if cornered by a female.

Weaknesses: *snickers* He's afraid of women, but able to cope with them to a certain extent unless they corner him.He's also not well in personal conversations.

Other: Wanted by the Intergalactic Military for committing several felonies, he's a fugitive that's highly trained in martial arts and trained with a collapsible staff, which he carries with him all the time.
((If anything's wrong with this, let me know and I'll edit it as best I can.))

Name: Ray

Gender: Depends.

Race: Wenyewe (When-yay-way) A species with no corporeal form that can take on any physical shape, the Wenyewe survive by mimicking what they encounter. Usually they operate as a collective unit.

Position on ship: Infiltrator.

Age: Unknown

Appearance: Can conceivably look like anything, but uses the base form of a short, androgynous humanoid. Gender depends purely on mood and situation. Always wears a black bodysuit that can change that usually won’t get ruined by changing shape.

Personality: Doesn’t actually have much of one as of yet. Tends to take on the characteristics of the person it is with.

History: When Ray somehow found itself developing a consciousness, it separated itself from the rest of the Wenyewe and began interacting with the rest of the world. Eventually it encountered the crew, and proved useful enough to keep around. It is slowly dealing with the process of becoming a person.

Skills: Not only can Ray take any shape, it can also mirror behaviour. It can imitate behaviour well enough to adapt to most situations, which is very useful for its position. It can mirror fighting techniques, but it usually just transforms into something intimidating.

Weaknesses: While it can fake quite a lot, the illusion does not last forever. People that interact with Ray frequently will usually see it revert to its own persona (what little it has). Emotion also has an effect on its transformations. Strong emotions like anger or despair will trap it in one form. When it is feeling nothing in particular, it tends to lose physicality altogether.

Other: Still occasionally refers to itself in plural (we, us, etc) when stressed.

Edit: I should have mentioned this much earlier, but if anyone wants to be the person Ray attached itself to in order to get on the ship, feel free.

Name: Arruna Idrall
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Race: Twi'lek (pronounced phonetically)
Position on ship: Gunner

Appearance: (pictures are included at the bottom) Tall for a twi'lek female, roughly 6 foot in hight. Her skin is a common blue colour, she has a black tattoo on the back of her left hand in the form of an old republic/rebel symbol. When it comes to clothing she will only ever wear just the leathers she seems to have always owned, even in battles.

Personality: Dispite her early life imprsionment she is fairly kind although she can be quite dark and sarcastic from time to time. Most of the time though, she is easy to get along and joke about with. Oh, and by the way, she dosen't like being messed with or being manipulated. At all.

History: She's a professional raider. When she was born her parents sold her into the sevice of the Hutts for when she came of age. All through her life she learnt 'the tricks of the trade' from the numberless bounty hunters he hired, on her sixteenth birthday she stole a guards gun and killed her owner. She fought her way out of the Hutt's base at the time, although most just let her past. Since then she has devoted her life to bounty hunting and raiding, although she did spend some time becoming the pop shot that she is today.

Skills: She is imensly accurate with pistols along with almost any ranged weopon, she can assemble and disassemble guns with ridiculous speed...
Weaknesses: ...but that's as far as her engineering capabilities go. Where she is great with ranged weopons she is terrible at melee fighting.

Other: She is wanted by the Hutt family for the death of one of their brothers, other than that no-one is perticular interested in her. After spending most of her life in the service of a bounty hunting, mercanery hiring, protacall droid buying Hutt, she pciked up quite a number of different languages which she can now almost speak fluently. Although she usually just speaks galactic basic. She always carries a blaster pistol in a holster on her left hip, (yep, she's left handed).

Come on guys we need one more!

Do you reccon we should just start and have the other gunner position open? We could just fill it in with an imaginary character... Or not have one at all.

That seems like a good idea to me ^ otherwise nightmare smiths is going to be archived :L

Prolouge:

Psylene

All report to the mess hall for de-briefing and 22nd hour meal. "Hmhmhm. It's good to have psychokinesis. None of that noisy, pointless speakers rubbish". I leaned back in my comfertable Zookonian leather chair. "Ah. If there's one thing the Zookonians have going for them, it's their hides" I chuckled.
Taking a deep breath, I leaped from my premier, black throne and took a stroll through the titanium-alloy corridors towards the mess hall. If the crew knew what was good for them they'd be there before I placed one falangeapod on the door lock. Walking along the cold, hard floor I stared out of the exterior view window, taking a glance at that amaing blue and green mud-ball they call 'Earth'. Such a beauty of a planet, such a shame it produced such primitive beings. Well, some of them were. The infinite darkness spanned as far as the eye could see, and the flashing white stars in the distance gave it a relatively cheery look. Of course, it was a very dangerous place out there, but it was almost home to the Nightmare Smiths (well it literally would be if it wasn't lethal as soon as we stepped outside the air lock).
I saw the glowing red light above the door to the mess hall, and then placed my hand on the scanner. The door opened, and I stepped out to greet my crew.

Ray
I was in my bunk when the order to go to the mess hall came. It made me remember that I had forgotten to take on physical form again. People didn’t like it when I did that. They said they didn’t want m e “sneaking up on us”. It was good that I was alone.
By the time I stepped into the hall, I had feet in which to do so. I was in my humanoid form again. It was a good form, because it let me do a lot without needing to change shape. Real humans were very versatile.
I went in to the mess hall and sat at one of the metal tables. I was the first to arrive. The others were probably doing something. I was supposed to have been doing something. I just forgot.
I put my head down on the table, waiting for the rest of the crew.

Arruna

I'd just finish my cleaning duty in my turret room, seeing to it that all the guns had no faults and that all the energy canesters had no leeks. On the way to my bunk I heard the comander's order of going to the mess hall.
"Damn it," I muttered, wasn't I entitled to some sleep. I changed direction at the next junction and headed to the mess, I woneder if there would be any food this time... For all we have a 'meeting room' we never use it, we always end up using the mess and it should at least have some perks; like food. I pushed open the door and failed, I'd forgeton to open the hatch first yet again. Untwisting the latch I tried again and this time it opened. I saw Ray one of our infiltraitors, head down, at one of the tables and walked over hitting the table with my fist to make sure 'it' was awake.