General Information Name: Jethro (Shortened to Jet) Age: 260 Date of Birth: June 1st, 3026 Sexuality: Straight Nationality: None Religion: None Friends: Mack Enemies: Delari Citizenship Status: None as of Now Occupation: Cargo Transporting (Smuggling) Skills: Piloting, Armoring Personality: ISFP Phobias: Spiders Likes: Armor, all the armor Dislikes: Flies, Fleas, Ticks, Grasshoppers, basically all insects. Like me irl! Physical Appearance Physical Description: Jet is a medium sized novakid with a red tinted brand. His excess plasma flows into a sleek 'haircut' that Jet likes to tussle often. Tech and Augments Used: Due to Novas being one of the weaker races in terms of raw physical strength, Jet is often seen wearing a suit of medium power armor. In the armor he stands a little taller at 6' and much wider. His movement is quite slowed, but his strength is enhanced a great deal. The armor is rated to be able to stop rifle rounds but bigger bullets will reliably damage the suit. Height: 5'10" Race: Novakid Gender: Male Backstory and More On-going Story: While recently passing through the system, Jet stopped on Garlen to grab a drink. He'd been shipping some extremely legal cargo for a few days and needed to relax. However, as he beaned down, he stumbled upon an individual on Garlen named Mack. Jet and Mack became acquaintances as Mack 'recruited' him to help break into an Atlas facility. As they failed, an officer by the name of Delari approached them and they became enemies, almost. Backstory: Jet was created a few centuries ago in a far star system and was immediately taken up as an apprentice by an organization of Nova smugglers. They started off small by first stealing cargo from trains and taking it for themselves. They became so good at this that they hired themselves out to steal and transport things from trains and give them to their employers. Eventually, after a few decades of their smuggling business, the law caught onto them and entered one of the Nova warehouses. Many of Jet's old friends were slain and the warehouse was burnt down. Few escaped, but he was one of the lucky. Jet ran a few towns over and proceeded to hop onto one of the few ships on the planet and stowed away in a landing gear bay. Jet sought out jobs and a new career, but he was born a smuggler. And smuggle was exactly what he was going to do. He used to always have the comfort of a friend by his side while he did work. This enabled him to get into Armoring and such. Being fully enclosed in a suit of armor makes Jet feel safe. And that brings us to now, where Jet is hanging in a system of new races, new friends, new faces, and possibilities with no end. Spoilers: Jet is really a smuggler, transporting illegal items, species, and more from planet to planet, system to system, and further. He'll smuggle anything for the right price. And if it fits on his ship. Inspirations: None as of now Extra: N/A
