First of all, it's IGS, not just IS.

Second, the IGS is not meant for purely OOC threads under any circumstances.

Thus we come to third, this is in the wrong forum and should go to DUST 514 Fiction

Moved to DUST 514 Fiction

Will Post but Kador and Satja's lore is more of a saga than some standard background.

It ranges from his Death, to his troubled sense of Faith, to the loss of his allies on Iesa III, then on to the Siege of Oyeman where he was so psychologically scarred he cannot stand in the wide open air anymore, then on too his induction into PIE, the conflicts on Raa, his dealings with Father Camdem's abduction, the horrors of Sansha's nation, and then up to this current day.

(( there is much more, let me know if you want to hear it))

I decided to give Niina her own dossier:

(More inbound)

Dammit Galm in light of this we both fell into the Mary Sue character Archetype Trap. Shame on us as story tellers.

Way ahead of you bro-chan!

Fair bit of warning, I've used a character similar to Niina in the past and people have described her as a bit "bubbley." I can assure you, this wasn't planned. Niina actually acts a lot more like myself than Galm does.

Apparently you wont let me finish my Bio. Its something like 6 Posts long but......

I need to add the

Iesa Arc
Blood Raiders Assault
Siege of Raa
Hunting the Fallen Templars
Kador's Vacation
and more recently the Fall of Arzad

Those bastards nearly killed Satja! Nearly kill half the good men and women on Iesa III.

Say that again Demel and I will cut our your tongue.

I'm sorry.... its just that those people did not deserve it, there is no justifying what the Blood Raiders did to them.

Hoarding the mercenaries and clones up to harvest blood, cutting the limbs from the mortals just to watch them bleed, torturing the slaves who couldn't run.... it was horrific.

since there's some minor critiquing happening in here, anyone have opinions on my conduct on the RP forums vs the presented bio here? does it seem mismatched? I'm thinking about rewriting it to be a bit less generic.

yeah, I probably will rewrite that, maybe a bit happier to match the boisterous attitude I tend to go with... or maybe timid and since stopped giving a crap since I don't have to worry about being backstabbed since I'm immortal, choices, choices.

Not gonna lie, Maxima sounds like a kool kat. Maybe that's why I pick on her despite the fact she could probably fold Galm like a lawn chair.

The Story.

On a scientific exploration of a planet long forgotten through time and space, the DNA of several Spartan warriors were recovered from an ancient tomb in one of the Greek cities hailed as Sparta. The DNA was then isolated, researched, and finally reconstructed into clone form.

Scriptures and lore from the planet reveal that the race that had originally inhabited the world, had fled to this system, to escape the technology from their old world, that they feared would be the end of all life as they knew it.

They were a primitive species that excelled at the Art of War through crude methodology. They settled their differences with honor, and not by complete eradication of their foes.

This particular cities'' soldiers had been selectively bred over hundreds of generations to produce the most combat effective warriors their planet had to offer.

Though this was not enough, as their fears were brought to life when the weapons of mass destruction that they once fled to escape, had reached their new home-worlds' orbit.

Not having the adequate technology needed to defend themselves, their resistance was futile, and their race was annihilated swiftly, and without mercy.

Sparta, was the last city on the planet to fall to the tyrants great power. Not because of their battlefield prowess, but because the invaders had decided to use them as a mere punching bag to give their cloned infantry some experience for their next undertaking.

The invaders stripped the planet of all viable resources, leaving little or no evidence that life had flourished in this new barren wasteland. Then trekked back into the stars, with a sole mission to integrate the universe.


The newly cloned specimens were henceforth loaded unto a transport vessel, and prepped to be sent to the darkest region of Amar territory, for hopes of the great profit that may be obtained from them.

While en route to their destination, the transport was attacked and subdued by several rogue pirate ships, under contract by a recently freed slave race. Thus saving the clones from the eternity of slavery that they had been damned for.

The clones' saviors educated the Spartans of their past, and the story of how their world had been exterminated by the great war machine. Enraged, the Spartans vowed vengeance for their race, at any cost.

The Spartan clones, owing a great debt for their freedom, now live to serve their new masters with unfaltering loyalty, in hopes of achieving the one thing they had been bred for. Honor, which can only be obtained by defeating the most advanced and superior race in the known universe, and freeing the remaining slaves of their saviors, restoring their empire to its' former greatness.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The woman smiles at her companions question as they walk down the hangar platform.

"Immortal soldiers, Xad. As if capsuleers weren't bad enough...no offense"

"None taken," the man laughs. "Believe me, I know."

"In any case, Mordu's trials are a great cover. With the amount of media coverup, this is the best shot at getting real intel."

The pair reaches the end of the walkway, overlooking a large section of the stations main hangar. Nestled in the docking ring in front of them is a Ares-class interceptor. The man leans against the railing and stares out over the enormous bay,

"I can't argue any of that, but I'm just...worried"

The woman steps up to the railing and puts a hand on his shoulder.

"They've worked the bugs out of the implants now, and they've stopped using sleeper ones. According to all we've seen, the data transfers should work just fine"

He turns toward her.

"And what if it doesn't? What if we can't get you back, and you're stuck like that?"

She crosses her arms and sighs.

"Worst case scenario, I'll still be ME, just...different"

"Yeah, in some freakish, genderless body".

"I KNEW you only liked me for my body!" she shouts with a grin. She looks down, and jokingly clutches her chest. "I think I would miss these, though"

"I'm trying to be serious."

"Well stop it," she curtly replies, "it's only stressing you out". A moment of silence passes, and she leans in toward the man, putting her arm around his shoulder. "Is this about the 'soul' thing?" she asks.

"No. Well, maybe...I don't know" the man pushes away from the railing and paces. "I know it's stupid, but I can't get it out of my head. Besides, we don't know how the informorph will handle the transfers. There's a lot of places this whole thing could fail and..." The man stares at her "and I don't want anything to happen to you."

She steps up to him, placing both hands on his shoulders.

"Nothing is going to fail. We've both re-checked the connections a hundred times". The man attempts to protest but she silences him with a finger. "If anyone is capable of handling any problems that might come up, it's you. Now, stop making this more difficult than it is."

She moves a hand to his cheek. "I'll be waiting for you to bring me back".

The Khanid woman begins slowly walking back toward the living quarters. "Now come on, lets get this over with so we can give Mordu his show".

The Gallentean man stares out at the traffic-filled bay for a moment longer, before following her back inside.

Backstory: (part 2)

She knew that she could live perfectly with all the stolen money from her family, but she wanted to have an actuall job for the first time of her life and earn money with her own efforts, soon she discovered that a Coporation was hiring new personel and she got a spot inside as a secretary, her job wasn't that exciting but it was well payed and everyone was friendly around her, she enjoyed peace for a while when one day she got called to a meeting in a space factory over a planet.

The meeting was going as expected when suddenly the factory was attacked by Sansha's Nation forces, the defense forces didn't had a chance against the soldiers of the True Power faction, most of the delegates died and just when everything was lost for her, she saw in the distance a group of soldiers wearing strange armors in the middle of a fierce battle against the invaders, the deadly spray of the enemy weapons was a mere summer rain for those warriors, there was just six of them... six of them were able to stop an invading force of elite soldiers from Sansha's Nation, their armors didn't had a single scratch and Enkidu was able to smell the smoke from their heated weapons... back at home, she heared rumors about the rise of the immortal mercenaries, the so called gods of the battlefield without fear of death, she was a witness of their power and flame was ignited inside her... then one of the soldiers walked towards her and extended his hand to get her up from the ground, when she touched the metal of his armor, her destiny was sealed.

Back at her home, she studied the mistery of the mercenaries in detail, she wanted to become one of them, she used her money for information about them and finally, she managed to contact one of the soldiers that helped her out, the young man was a little bit uncomfortable with the whole situation, but Enkidu was determined, he didn't wanted to help her and he closed the door of his house several times in front of her face, but she visited his house again and again untill one day...

-Seriously... this girl *he said while making a deep sigh* she just shows up and knocks my door... waiting for me to get out, it's been a week now since this started...

The man was watching Enkidu from the screen of his tv, hearing the sounds of the knocks and the door bell from his couch.

-I can kill her easily but... her eyes, she's full of determitation isn't? *he asked to himself*

The man scratched his cheeck and he looked to the ceiling of his house, then he made another deep sigh.

-Good grief...

After saying that, he stood up an walked to the door, then he opened it.

-Alright, I'm starting to get tired of this... but I know that you're not going to give up, damn, it's like that you have a crush on me or something.

After hearing that, Enkidu Blushed.

-You... you idiot! I'm not here because I like you, don't get the wrong idea! I'm here because I want to be a mercenary!

She was angry, but the man smiled, then he opened his door.

-Alright, let's talk.



-Part 3 comming soon-

Hehe, sorry Demel. I won't continue with that here, don't worry.

It KINDA is a bio...of sorts. Things like names and background are a guarded secret though , so this would be as close to a bio as I would write.

Thanks! I'll be sure to work on the third part soon, then I'll merge all the parts in a single googledoc, I'm pretty impressed that someone actually liked the bio of my character... just a heads up, don't pay attention to some typos and other mistakes, it's a bit hard for me to write a full story in english.

Lol my drug addict character went through months of something similar......but vastly worse I would say in some respects. I don't like the idea of mental scars defining the character though I would give your guys some flaws to make him a more gritty and realistic part of new eden.