Name:
Enuma "Olympus" Khar-Toba (Please whitelist "Olympus"!)
Age:
32 (Biological age. Chronologically, a lot longer due to cryogenics at play.)
Gender:
Female
Bio:
She called the shifting desert sands of Mars 'home', the rust-red colour of the earth a pleasing compliment to her bronzed skin. Her kith had a severe case of wanderlust and trekked across the desert, heads hooded to prevent the sun from blinding them as they sloughed over and around sand dunes. An opportunistic group, they scavenged the numerous wrecks that lay scattered on the barren world. And from the dead, decaying hulks, they had faith that they were able to find what they need to continue living for another day. Fiercely protective of their possessions, Enuma's kith were regarded with dread and even open hostility at times during the rare moments that they met up with another piece of civilization.
But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked when a virulent force suddenly appeared in the sky and claimed Mars as their conquest. For all their fighting spirit and home-turf advantage, the kith were powerless to stop their beloved red planet from being torn asunder and they fled to the stars. Enuma took it one step further and jumped aboard the New Hope, bidding the remnants of her kith farewell with a wave (and raising her middle finger to a few choice selected members - like Marduk. The bastard who gave her the nickname. F*ck him.) With the open expanse of space bringing fond memories of a childhood surrounded by a vast, empty landscape, she moves to and fro, looking for a place that could use her skill-set and services. There, she will bide her time and gather enough power to strike back at those who thought it a wise move to crush her beloved home-planet. Having been slapped thoroughly on one cheek with the destruction of Mars, Enuma dares anyone to slap the other side - she has a shotgun and she knows how to use it. Go ahead. Make her day.
What do you intend to do upon joining the server?:
Avoid pirates in a tiny space-core until I can find where Dread_Pirate_Scarlet is hiding and bully her character into accepting mine as security detail. After that... who knows? Galactic domination - one blown off knee-cap at a time. With a heavy dose of RP, of course.
... actually, to be honest? I'm going to be that loud-mouth, trash-talking person with a firearm that most people are going to want to chalk-line.
Enuma "Olympus" Khar-Toba (Please whitelist "Olympus"!)
Age:
32 (Biological age. Chronologically, a lot longer due to cryogenics at play.)
Gender:
Female
Bio:
She called the shifting desert sands of Mars 'home', the rust-red colour of the earth a pleasing compliment to her bronzed skin. Her kith had a severe case of wanderlust and trekked across the desert, heads hooded to prevent the sun from blinding them as they sloughed over and around sand dunes. An opportunistic group, they scavenged the numerous wrecks that lay scattered on the barren world. And from the dead, decaying hulks, they had faith that they were able to find what they need to continue living for another day. Fiercely protective of their possessions, Enuma's kith were regarded with dread and even open hostility at times during the rare moments that they met up with another piece of civilization.
But that all changed when the Fire Nation attacked when a virulent force suddenly appeared in the sky and claimed Mars as their conquest. For all their fighting spirit and home-turf advantage, the kith were powerless to stop their beloved red planet from being torn asunder and they fled to the stars. Enuma took it one step further and jumped aboard the New Hope, bidding the remnants of her kith farewell with a wave (and raising her middle finger to a few choice selected members - like Marduk. The bastard who gave her the nickname. F*ck him.) With the open expanse of space bringing fond memories of a childhood surrounded by a vast, empty landscape, she moves to and fro, looking for a place that could use her skill-set and services. There, she will bide her time and gather enough power to strike back at those who thought it a wise move to crush her beloved home-planet. Having been slapped thoroughly on one cheek with the destruction of Mars, Enuma dares anyone to slap the other side - she has a shotgun and she knows how to use it. Go ahead. Make her day.
What do you intend to do upon joining the server?:
Avoid pirates in a tiny space-core until I can find where Dread_Pirate_Scarlet is hiding and bully her character into accepting mine as security detail. After that... who knows? Galactic domination - one blown off knee-cap at a time. With a heavy dose of RP, of course.
... actually, to be honest? I'm going to be that loud-mouth, trash-talking person with a firearm that most people are going to want to chalk-line.Ad Asra per ASPARAGUS. "To the stars through asparagus."
