Your backstory

[manasecret]

My name is George Washington. I was the first President of the United States of America, which I feel obligated to explain even though I am told it is now common knowledge. At the end of my second and final term as president, a strangely dressed fellow by the name of Mr. Gabriel Jefferson visited me in my chamber at Mt. Vernon. I asked how he got in but he stopped me short, and said,

"I am the last of the kin of the Jefferson family. The family of the man, your friend, your compatriot -- Thomas Jefferson." I was surprised, because I knew this not to be true. I just saw Mr. Jefferson and his family yesterday! How could this strange man be the last of his kin?

Just as I was about to protest, Gabriel said, "I come from several hundred years in the future. Earth is in desperate peril, the United Emirates of Mars are mobilizing to attack." Future? Earth in peril? Mars? This was obviously a joke on the newly retired president, a part of the Constitution I don't remember. But he rushed on.

"We are in desperate need of your expertise both in warfare and diplomacy and areas I can't yet explain to you. You must come with me now!"

I tried to pull away, but he had hidden strength within him, and he easily pulled me through his shimmery device, like sunlight in the evening through a window shining on the very air itself. I was on the other side of the device, no longer in my restful Mt. Vernon chamber. I was lost.

Gabriel appeared and quickly boarded me onto some rather large ship, but made of metal. He said to stay put and he would be right back. A few people seem to recognize me and show great interest in me, others show disinterest.

But a few, the ones that worry me, are the ones who give me vicious stares when no one is looking...

[Fyacin]

(I'm more then willing to play if break a bone's offer still stands)
Mercenary computer hackers have very little to do in the far reaches of space, especially when there has been little traffic recently. When said mercenary computer hackers get bored, they more often then not cause trouble. This particular computer hacker was quite adept at hacking a ship's security systems, seeing as he had lots of practice disabling ships for the mercenaries (A.K.A Pirates) he worked for, so when he saw a transporter vessel coming through, he accessed their systems, and quickly noticed the poor, defenseless, android connected to the navigation systems. He casually decided he might as well hack it, thus giving him a way to moniter the transport ship, and alleviate the dreary months between raids.

[Angrist]

Even though he didn't use to be like this, Canyarion is a bit of a loner. He makes his words count, which is a much nicer way of stating that he doesn't say much. The 34 year old European studied biology on Earth and he has always been interested in extraterrestrial ecologies.

But that is not the actual reason he tagged along on this trip. That decision came after he lost most of his life. Abandoned by his wife, disappointed by his friends and without a job, he had no bonds on Earth.

He realizes all too well that his past has scarred him, but he tries hard to keep his faith in life. Now he just hopes to make himself useful elsewhere. Far away from his past, flying through the black abyss that is space.

Little does he know that, because time and space are both elements on the same continuum, travelling this far will only get him closer to his past...

(Or: The further he moves from his former life, the more he feels something is incredibly wrong with this ship...)

[Professor S]

Professor S is a 34th generation "merchant" with little taste for business. In families of that age and significance mercantile is a title, not a profession, and born independently wealthy he spends most of his days studying in his library or at the Union League debating revisionist histories with his fellowed scholars (he grants the fellowships simply to have someone to debate), annoying the other aristocrats in the League to no end.

In one such heated exchange Lord Teightbuttum of New Exeter wagered that the Professor, learned but inexperienced in the real world, could not withstand the rigors of trans-system space travel for more than 60 days. Prideful and confident that his intellect would allow him to prevail through any trial, the Professor accepted the challenge and wager... of one dollar.

[The Germanator]

The Germanator is the captain of the ship and he doesn't take shit from anybody.







That's all...I'm not feeling very literary today.

[Fyacin]

Yikes, my hacker better watch out from the Germanator then :P

[Fox 6]

At Teuthidas.

[Aladuf]

So I guess this isn't starting today?

[jeepnut]

Guess not Marcus.

[Dylflon]

Sorry friends. I'm writing the narration right now.