[Other] Out into the Black, Cyberpunks!

[Drifter One]

Name: Maximillion Ford
Role: Smuggler / Pilot (Nomad Class)
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Personality: Smooth talking and thinks his tongue is more useful in a fight than his weapons, yet when required he will resort to shooting his way out of a situation. Likeable and dislikeable in equal measure, Max thinks he has all the right dialogue which can often rub people up the wrong way and get himself in trouble. A bit of a joker in times of stress as this is his coping mechanism and has a kind of blaze/easy going attitude to most things thrown at him. Max can often be found in shady bars thrashing out terrible deals to try and earn an easy buck. Although quite skilled, he is also rather lazy when making "honest" work.

However, his one weakness is his family - mention them and his whole personality may crumble into a pit of anger or despair.

Appearance: In all honesty, Max doesn't have time to groom, so although quite handsome and lean, often looks shabby and lacks the "chic" that many others pride themselves on. His brown hair hands loose and unkempt, but he does remain clean shaven. Standing at a formidable 6'2", it is quite difficult for Max to "blend in" anywhere, which is a detriment to his profession. Often sporting a white shirt, as he appreciates simple things in life, and his fathers' old pilots jacket. Heavy boots and black or brown cargo-trousers are not uncommon.

Backstory: Rumour has it that the Sussex coast in England was once a lush and vibrant greenscape, from low lying coastlines to the west to the haughty white cliffs to the east, a true mixture of chalk and sandstone separated by alluvial lowlands. That's what the digital archives said anyway. And there was where Maximillion Fords ancestry hailed from, until the war destroyed it all. That was a fair few generations ago, but the world had been restructured quite differently to how it was back then, and the articles remain a dreamy vision of what a world with natural life was like. Nowadays, worlds are terraformed, tech is key and it is all big business for the Mega Corporations, the real governors of every city, planet, station...

Maximillion hated them, he was taught to hate them by his father and his grandfather, his immediate family who had all been shafted by the damned corps. His mother even ran off with a Militech CEO, leaving Max and his two sisters behind to be raised by his hard working father and Grandparents. His dad, once an industrial cargo-trucker, had taught Max to fly, until his pilots license was revoked for "indiscrepancies" at work. The truth was, he had become too qualified and was becoming far too expensive to employ, so the Corp, only interested in money (and politics) fabricated their reasons to fire him. Max's dad found solace in the bottle, which was tolerable at first, but after his Grandparents died, income became nil and it was all too much for his poor dad. Max had to take charge and raise his sisters as best he could, but the hatred for Corps grew exponentially.

When they were old enough to fend for themselves, Max found himself hellbent on undermining Corporations across the galaxy, smuggling contraband, rebels, even criminals, all in order to bring the damned corps down. But what could one guy do, huh?

He found himself operating out in the outer rim having commandeered a ship, lost it, got it back and then lost it again. Permanently. Little in his pocket and with no vessel to help with his venture, Maximillion finds himself on the lookout for a crew, a ship and some bloody work!

[Iron Signet]

This is a placeholder, because I’m going to try to get my application in tonight. Looks like a good variety though.

[Ermine]

Take everyone who's applying. We could use 2 pilots. That way one can sleep and we can still be on the move~ ^~^

[Red Leper]

I have been taking everyone who applies to my game lately, ever since my first game, I took five, lost two, recruited 1 more, lost two more, recruited three, Now I got my five lol

[A7ice]

Yeah five-six seems like a sweet spot, since it gives a flexibility to react when people drop off.

[Drifter One]

I've just noticed my AI generated image has five fingers on his right hand! Never trust a Five Fingered man!

I hope Inigo Montoya doesn't come after him...

[Red Leper]

Is that a thing then? I could definitely use that in the story lol

[Iron Signet]

Application: Name: Boran Drago Role: Captain? Haha, maybe in a pinch. Sort of a jack of all trades. Ethnicity: Eurasian Personality: Freewheeling and social, but with an iron will hidden behind his pleasant demeanor. The blinders have been taken off, and he's determined to expose the truth of the corps and of life in the outer worlds. Appearance: Tall enough to be favored, short enough to not be intimidating. Boran has always taken immaculate care of his physical appearance. With skin a happy medium tan, and eyes bright enough hazel to appear gold, he is one of many who has grown up in the ambiguous intersection of human ethnic mixing. Backstory: Boran grew up in a corp family in the core worlds, and never had want for anything in his life. Not that he was especially rich, but his family had enough that he could pursue any kind of lifestyle he wanted, really. He enjoyed the arts, and keeping up with the (heavily filtered) current events, and eventually became a moderately successful novelist with a moderately successful vlog, where he kept his fans updated on his current projects and thoughts on current events. Eventually he just felt like there was something missing though. He felt like the spark had left his writing. He wanted more substance, to really shine a light on reality through his prose. In a stroke of (naive) brilliance, he decided to write his next series out in the Outer Worlds. He wanted to really experience it first-hand though, to really give some depth to his writing. With a dream and a digital notebook, he set off. The best way to see what life was like out there firsthand would be to either join a crew, or recruit one. Reality was disappointing. The Outer Worlds were nothing like he'd been expecting. He'd grown up with a very romanticized notion of what life was like out in the Black, with debonair ship captains and daring pilots. Space pirates and lawmen, people working hard to build up civilization with their own two hands. What he got instead was a society of people with the massive foot of the corps on their backs, crushing them into the dirt of their meager planets, barely squeeking by. But at least, he realized eventually, they had their freedom. He still maintains his vlog, to show his followers the kinds of things that are out there, but his entire concept of the series he wanted to write is undergoing some serious rethinking.

[Drifter One]

Originally Posted by Red Leper

Is that a thing then? I could definitely use that in the story lol

Arrgghhh! I can't unsee it now! Help me!!!

[A7ice]

cut the picture in a way that you won't see all the finger, either crop off the bottom part, or left one :P
et voila

[Drifter One]

But...but...I like the pose.

However, it is bugging me so much i think i will have to do that.

[A7ice]

Heh, still the other hand left there are six fingers there as well

[Iron Signet]

Eh, the other one’s mechanical. That probably gets a pass.

Good cropping.

[Drinkslotsa]

If you still have the picture available in midourney or whatever, they often allow you to do selective edits, highlight hand ou want to edit and let it retry

[ratchett]

@Red Leper - any thoughts on how you would do character generation? I'm looking through the rules and trying to fiddle with ideas in case I need to build a character.