Captain Dante "Raider" Wilder
May 26, 2013 16:23:22 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 16:23:22 GMT -5
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Face Claim: Ali Larter
Name: Captain Dante Wilder a.k.a "Raider"
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: 50% Time Lord 25% Silurian and 25% Human.
Planet of Origin: A since destroyed space station.
Occupation: Space Pirate/Smuggler/Gun-for-hire
Physical Description:
Dante, as she is known to most of her crew and friends (Raider to clients and enemies), has bust length red/brown hair which is usually worn down and with no adornments. She has no jewellery, no piercings or tattoos and is lean and well muscled. Her height is 6ft 1” and her vaguely bored blue-grey eyes look for the next adventure.
Her skin is pale and weathered with a light green tinge, used to the harsh conditions she puts it through and her nails are always bitten right down. There are no obvious blemishes on her face; however on the rest of her body (mainly arms and legs) there are various scars, burns and lacerations from leading a dangerous lifestyle such as hers. However, due to her Silurian heritage, parts of her body are covered in green scales (elbows, backs of hands, sides of her face and neck, shoulders and shins) and her skin is also tougher and more resistant.
Her accent is nothing special; one could go as far as to call it universal, seeing as it is a blend of many accents she grew up around. Dante stands up tall and holds herself with great confidence, though always has to be moving and gets annoyed when she cannot. One of the most common expressions for her is disdain and mild humour, though she passes it off as casual indifference.
Clothing wise, Dante is very subtle. They are usually in natural or plain tones such as white, grey or black, but there is some adornment of red, especially in her jacket. The outfits comprises of a pair of leather-like black trousers, a pair of very heavy duty black boots, a grey short sleeved or 3/4 length t-shirt and a red, leather, capped sleeve gilet with the ships logo on the breast pocket. In essence, what she wears is not dissimilar to the picture above, and if not, she’ll usually be wearing leather or traditional Silurian warrior clothing. Her clothes are suitable for action and you'll never catch her dead in a dress. She also has a pair of goggles that look uncannily like WWI era flying goggles that she picked up from an interstellar market a while ago. She has modified the glass to make it more radiation and light resistant and usually has them on top of her head.
Her weapons vary depending on situation, but she'll always have dual space-age blaster type guns on her hips with charge packs stored in a belt like holster strip. As well as that, she has a longer range blaster rifle hung over her shoulder by the strap with charge in a black battered hard case rucksack for longer missions/raids and a pair of rather special electrically charged dual swords.
Personality:
INTJ
Unforgiving: Dante has never learned to live and let die. She holds grudges deeply and has never to the best of her recollection forgiven someone for a wrongdoing. She is quick to forget her own, but not other peoples. Dante does not like intimacy and close relationships, preferring to have to look after herself and only herself. Aggressive and violent, she’s not afraid to start a fight, even if she cannot finish it (though she will think that she can).
Intolerant: Dante does not have a very high tolerance of those who do not live up to what they claim. She cannot stand easily lead and weak minded people, though they are easy to manipulate and more often she’ll keep them around for fun and games. She has a rather low attention span and likes to be constantly on the move, not liking being held down. When bored, she gets destructive. She doesn’t really understand social norms and finds empathising quite difficult, not being able to work out why someone is sad when someone died being an example.
Intelligent: One part of being a witty, sarcastic, energetic and half-crazed pirate captain, is having the intelligence to match. Luckily, Dante has that. She's extremely intelligent in the areas of engineering and battle/fighting tactics which serves her well. She has the uncanny ability to forget things that are not important, such as the name of the person she just met or that crew member that died much to others frustrations.
Sharp: Dante is one sharp cookie cutter. She has quick reflexes, a quick tongue and a sharp mind to match. Dante likes finesse, executing tasks in the most flamboyant manner possible whilst still seeming deadly and sinister which she enjoys to the utmost. However, she is also highly opinionated and stubborn to the point where it is detrimental. She is also quiet feisty at times and can appear almost childlike at others.
Witty: What is the captain without her dry humour? Dante is not afraid to crack a joke at another expense and finds the reaction she gets most pleasing. It's slightly unhinged, most definitely awry and certainly not socially acceptable, but it seems to amuse her and her crew members. She likes to laugh her way through life and looks for thrills and joys like the adrenaline junkie she is.
Adventurous: An adventurous spirit rules Dante, and she is forever looking for an even bigger challenge than the last. She’ll never back down from a challenge, much due to recklessness as to do with pride and defending her honour and ego.
Determined: Though proud, Dante is no stranger to underhand tactics. She doesn't condone cheating or bribery and is a perpetrator of both and more. Dante is determined to see her goals through, whether that be raiding a ship or finding an old friend. She doesn't give up, even when she knows she's doomed, and has the uncanny (and apparently annoying) ability to survive.
RP Sample:
[/center]Face Claim: Ali Larter
Name: Captain Dante Wilder a.k.a "Raider"
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: 50% Time Lord 25% Silurian and 25% Human.
Planet of Origin: A since destroyed space station.
Occupation: Space Pirate/Smuggler/Gun-for-hire
Physical Description:
Dante, as she is known to most of her crew and friends (Raider to clients and enemies), has bust length red/brown hair which is usually worn down and with no adornments. She has no jewellery, no piercings or tattoos and is lean and well muscled. Her height is 6ft 1” and her vaguely bored blue-grey eyes look for the next adventure.
Her skin is pale and weathered with a light green tinge, used to the harsh conditions she puts it through and her nails are always bitten right down. There are no obvious blemishes on her face; however on the rest of her body (mainly arms and legs) there are various scars, burns and lacerations from leading a dangerous lifestyle such as hers. However, due to her Silurian heritage, parts of her body are covered in green scales (elbows, backs of hands, sides of her face and neck, shoulders and shins) and her skin is also tougher and more resistant.
Her accent is nothing special; one could go as far as to call it universal, seeing as it is a blend of many accents she grew up around. Dante stands up tall and holds herself with great confidence, though always has to be moving and gets annoyed when she cannot. One of the most common expressions for her is disdain and mild humour, though she passes it off as casual indifference.
Clothing wise, Dante is very subtle. They are usually in natural or plain tones such as white, grey or black, but there is some adornment of red, especially in her jacket. The outfits comprises of a pair of leather-like black trousers, a pair of very heavy duty black boots, a grey short sleeved or 3/4 length t-shirt and a red, leather, capped sleeve gilet with the ships logo on the breast pocket. In essence, what she wears is not dissimilar to the picture above, and if not, she’ll usually be wearing leather or traditional Silurian warrior clothing. Her clothes are suitable for action and you'll never catch her dead in a dress. She also has a pair of goggles that look uncannily like WWI era flying goggles that she picked up from an interstellar market a while ago. She has modified the glass to make it more radiation and light resistant and usually has them on top of her head.
Her weapons vary depending on situation, but she'll always have dual space-age blaster type guns on her hips with charge packs stored in a belt like holster strip. As well as that, she has a longer range blaster rifle hung over her shoulder by the strap with charge in a black battered hard case rucksack for longer missions/raids and a pair of rather special electrically charged dual swords.
Personality:
INTJ
Unforgiving: Dante has never learned to live and let die. She holds grudges deeply and has never to the best of her recollection forgiven someone for a wrongdoing. She is quick to forget her own, but not other peoples. Dante does not like intimacy and close relationships, preferring to have to look after herself and only herself. Aggressive and violent, she’s not afraid to start a fight, even if she cannot finish it (though she will think that she can).
Intolerant: Dante does not have a very high tolerance of those who do not live up to what they claim. She cannot stand easily lead and weak minded people, though they are easy to manipulate and more often she’ll keep them around for fun and games. She has a rather low attention span and likes to be constantly on the move, not liking being held down. When bored, she gets destructive. She doesn’t really understand social norms and finds empathising quite difficult, not being able to work out why someone is sad when someone died being an example.
Intelligent: One part of being a witty, sarcastic, energetic and half-crazed pirate captain, is having the intelligence to match. Luckily, Dante has that. She's extremely intelligent in the areas of engineering and battle/fighting tactics which serves her well. She has the uncanny ability to forget things that are not important, such as the name of the person she just met or that crew member that died much to others frustrations.
Sharp: Dante is one sharp cookie cutter. She has quick reflexes, a quick tongue and a sharp mind to match. Dante likes finesse, executing tasks in the most flamboyant manner possible whilst still seeming deadly and sinister which she enjoys to the utmost. However, she is also highly opinionated and stubborn to the point where it is detrimental. She is also quiet feisty at times and can appear almost childlike at others.
Witty: What is the captain without her dry humour? Dante is not afraid to crack a joke at another expense and finds the reaction she gets most pleasing. It's slightly unhinged, most definitely awry and certainly not socially acceptable, but it seems to amuse her and her crew members. She likes to laugh her way through life and looks for thrills and joys like the adrenaline junkie she is.
Adventurous: An adventurous spirit rules Dante, and she is forever looking for an even bigger challenge than the last. She’ll never back down from a challenge, much due to recklessness as to do with pride and defending her honour and ego.
Determined: Though proud, Dante is no stranger to underhand tactics. She doesn't condone cheating or bribery and is a perpetrator of both and more. Dante is determined to see her goals through, whether that be raiding a ship or finding an old friend. She doesn't give up, even when she knows she's doomed, and has the uncanny (and apparently annoying) ability to survive.
History:
Dante was born on a since destroyed space station that serviced as the hub for intergalactic trade routes. Her father was a Silurian/Human hybrid and came from a long line of (rather dodgy) merchants, pedalling his wares of weaponry and services as an engineer at the hub. Dante’s mother was a Time Lady, who at the time of her demise had gone back to Gallifrey to visit her parents since her father had been taken ill. She perished in the time war. The hub, which was considerably near to Gallifrey, was destroyed in the crossfire. At the first sound of trouble in the distance, her father had Dante had hidden away in a cargo shipment he was selling to some pirates at his instruction. The shipment was taken aboard, along with Dante, and the pirates managed to flee the carnage as the hub exploded, killing everyone left aboard, supposedly including her father.
Her father actually managed to smuggle himself onto one of the ships leaving, trading a place on the ship for an entire shipment of weapons. The ship accepted, and her father boarded. The ship was actually a slavers ship, which went back on its deal to sell her father into slavery as soon as they could. He now resides as a slave to a private collector of rare species, her father being the hybrid he is.
Young Dante got bored quickly, so she cracked open the weapon case and went to explore her new home. She was found in the old weapon junk pile by the crew and was taken to the Captain of the ship, Kabe Yolad, to be dealt with. He took pity on the young girl, recognising her last name and knowing her grandfather quite well, and after a quick grumble with the crew decided to take her on board as a protégé, making his son rather jealous. Dante grew up quickly on the pirate’s ship, and by the age of fifteen was serving as vice captain and was taking an active parts in raids. She was also the official weapons technician, conducting servicing and repairs.
When she reached twenty, Dante decided to strike out on her own, to make her own mark on the universe. The captain accepted her decision with regret and understanding, but with one last gesture of goodwill took her to a unit on a distant warehouse planet and introduced her to the historic pirate ship of the Wilders, The Vanquisher. Kabe had been looking after it for Dante’s grandfather for years and had finally managed to give it to his estranged granddaughter upon her decision to go it alone as he had instructed all those years ago.
Dante, finally free, took off to make a reputation for herself. She travelled worlds, sending out the message for a pirate crew, and out of the many applicants, chose three to serve with her, making a team of four.
They were unbeatable, untraceable and most certainly unstoppable.
Well, that's what Dante thinks.
Well, that's what Dante thinks.
Years later, she had forged a fearsome reputation and was one of the first ports of call for those seeking larger mercenary missions. She had herself a small crew of three others, and still maintained contact with Kabe and Orion, calling on them if it was necessary for larger stings. She met up with The Doctor a few times over her travels, not that he approved of what she was doing, however they have lost contact over the years.
Now, Dante haunts the interstellar trade routes with her crew, but the search for her father and his fate has always remained at the forefront of her mind, though with no new information coming through the search has proved to be fruitless. Her interest as of late has turned to earth, and she has forged many connections with crime figureheads to be possible clients in the future. However, her frequent meddling has brought her to the attention of a few, rather annoying, humans.
Addition Medical Information:
Has two hearts, however the second one beats irregularly and regenerating is an almost no-no, however the energy can be used to heal herself. Dante possesses moderate telepathic abilities and has various burns/scars from combat. Dante also has the rather bothersome ability to understand/speak nearly all intergalactic languages, with a system provided by The Vanquisher similar to the translation circuit on a TARDIS.
RP Sample:
The Vanquisher was drifting slowly through dead space as the halls and walls echoed with the snores of sleeping crew members, all apart from one. Dante was perched uncomfortably in a comfy looking swivel chair, bottom on the seat but her legs and arms draped over the armrests so in essence she was lying sideways. The chair rotated slowly as Dante stared expressionlessly up at the ceiling, tapping her fingers quickly as if that would alleviate the boredom, but to no avail.
“Bored. Bored. Bored. BORED!”
Dante shouted, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation and spinning the chair faster. It had been weeks since the last job and they had been floating around in dead space with nothing to do since then. The trade route had been quiet, with nothing of worth coming through. It seemed as if they were avoiding her.
Touché.
Dante sat up abruptly as a light on the console started flashing and emitting a low beeping noise. Her face lit up and with childish glee she pushed herself ungainly out of the chair and stumbled towards the console, squinting to read the writing on the too-small screen. Dante grinned excitedly, pulling down the loudspeaker mouthpiece from the ceiling and yelling through the crackling.
“Oy! Get your lazy asses in here now, we’ve got company!”
She exclaimed with a joyous laugh, ending the connection and flopping back down onto the chair, properly this time. Her hands graced over the buttons, zooming in on a junk trader that the computer said carried minerals from a distant planet. The computer was still generating statistics and the specs of the ship, and Dante tapped her fingers impatiently, glaring at the screen as if that would make it go faster.
The cabin door on the other side of the room opened after a few more minutes, three half dressed and sleepy crew members staggering through like drunkards. Dante looked at them in the mirror above the console critically, tutting under her breath and shaking her head in disdain.
“Oh come on! Try to make an effort!”
She said exasperatedly, swivelling around in the chair to stare at them with a tight lipped smile and a raised eyebrow. The computer beeped once and a blue hologram screen appeared in the middle of the room, separating her and her crew, and a 3D holographic image of the junk trader appeared on screen, various measurements and schematics floating around it.
“The Thespian.” The computer announced, Dante settling back into the chair and crossing one leg over the other, poised thoughtfully. “Set out from Qualactin carrying a shipment of Oolion-”
“Ooh, Oolion!”
Dante admired, tapping her fingers together in a way resemblant of a criminal mastermind, the look on her face one of one who was plotting something. The computer made a few discontented clicks and whirrs at the indignation of being interrupted, not dissimilar to a human clearing of a throat, before continuing.
“carrying a shipment of Oolion to the Trade Hub Market two months ago. Most recent schematics indicate three floors, the hold being at the base and where the Oolion is contained. Oxygen levels indicate operation levels similar to a skeleton crew, she is due to be picking up more at the next scheduled stop in five days time. Suggested tacti-”
“Yes, thank you computer!”
Dante intoned impatiently, cutting the computer short in its description. She waved away the hologram and turned to the console, pressing a few buttons to set a course ready to intercept The Thespian as it approached along the trade route. The pirate grinned excitedly with a side of determination, swivelling around in her throne to face her crew members, tapping her hands together gleefully.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get some booty!”
Dante exclaimed enthusiastically with a clap, jumping out of the chair and walking to stand beside her crew members, who by now were struggling to hold back laughter, especially the human, Irwin.
“What? What’s that? Drinks are on you tonight Irwin? Aw, how thoughtful!”
A large grin spread across her face as Irwin groaned, the other crew slapping him on the back with a chuckle. Dante laughed along before nodding finally and striding focused towards the kit room to suit up. Her crew members exchanged a few amused glances before following along with equally focused expressions.
This was going to get interesting.
“Bored. Bored. Bored. BORED!”
Dante shouted, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation and spinning the chair faster. It had been weeks since the last job and they had been floating around in dead space with nothing to do since then. The trade route had been quiet, with nothing of worth coming through. It seemed as if they were avoiding her.
Touché.
Dante sat up abruptly as a light on the console started flashing and emitting a low beeping noise. Her face lit up and with childish glee she pushed herself ungainly out of the chair and stumbled towards the console, squinting to read the writing on the too-small screen. Dante grinned excitedly, pulling down the loudspeaker mouthpiece from the ceiling and yelling through the crackling.
“Oy! Get your lazy asses in here now, we’ve got company!”
She exclaimed with a joyous laugh, ending the connection and flopping back down onto the chair, properly this time. Her hands graced over the buttons, zooming in on a junk trader that the computer said carried minerals from a distant planet. The computer was still generating statistics and the specs of the ship, and Dante tapped her fingers impatiently, glaring at the screen as if that would make it go faster.
The cabin door on the other side of the room opened after a few more minutes, three half dressed and sleepy crew members staggering through like drunkards. Dante looked at them in the mirror above the console critically, tutting under her breath and shaking her head in disdain.
“Oh come on! Try to make an effort!”
She said exasperatedly, swivelling around in the chair to stare at them with a tight lipped smile and a raised eyebrow. The computer beeped once and a blue hologram screen appeared in the middle of the room, separating her and her crew, and a 3D holographic image of the junk trader appeared on screen, various measurements and schematics floating around it.
“The Thespian.” The computer announced, Dante settling back into the chair and crossing one leg over the other, poised thoughtfully. “Set out from Qualactin carrying a shipment of Oolion-”
“Ooh, Oolion!”
Dante admired, tapping her fingers together in a way resemblant of a criminal mastermind, the look on her face one of one who was plotting something. The computer made a few discontented clicks and whirrs at the indignation of being interrupted, not dissimilar to a human clearing of a throat, before continuing.
“carrying a shipment of Oolion to the Trade Hub Market two months ago. Most recent schematics indicate three floors, the hold being at the base and where the Oolion is contained. Oxygen levels indicate operation levels similar to a skeleton crew, she is due to be picking up more at the next scheduled stop in five days time. Suggested tacti-”
“Yes, thank you computer!”
Dante intoned impatiently, cutting the computer short in its description. She waved away the hologram and turned to the console, pressing a few buttons to set a course ready to intercept The Thespian as it approached along the trade route. The pirate grinned excitedly with a side of determination, swivelling around in her throne to face her crew members, tapping her hands together gleefully.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go get some booty!”
Dante exclaimed enthusiastically with a clap, jumping out of the chair and walking to stand beside her crew members, who by now were struggling to hold back laughter, especially the human, Irwin.
“What? What’s that? Drinks are on you tonight Irwin? Aw, how thoughtful!”
A large grin spread across her face as Irwin groaned, the other crew slapping him on the back with a chuckle. Dante laughed along before nodding finally and striding focused towards the kit room to suit up. Her crew members exchanged a few amused glances before following along with equally focused expressions.
This was going to get interesting.