Junker Marauders Recruitment - Printable Version

Name: Chryses

Age: Unknown

Place of origin: Unknown

Previous jobs/roles: Freelancer, explorer, independent pirate & devourer of human lifes.

Reason for applying for the Junker Marauders: After years of roaming the space alone and devoid of company, I have come to a conclusion that as antisocial elements, it would be rather splendid if we’d socialize a bit.

A small paragraph about you: Years ago I found myself stranded in deep space onboard a ship of unknown design, drifting in a stage of almost total destruction. I was awaken up by a voice of a young man, first whispering in my head… “Chryses… Chryses… wake up... it’s time to wake up…” and then changing into an inhuman scream “CHRYSES… WAKE UP!”. I rose from my slumber, in a small room, near the bridge. When I got to the bridge I realised the extent of damage done to the ship I'm on. Life support was barely on, navigation systems were failing for some time now, the hull was adorned with multiple holes from high-energy beams. The ship was floating slowly somewhere in the Omicrons without any destination. I was the only one on-board, and no other creature lingered there, alive or dead. I wandered the decks never knowing who I was, what was the reason of my stay here, or even how did I got on-board in the first place. I found no trace of any other crew members, data logs, not even a single piece of valuable information that I desired so much and that could shed some light onto me, the past, the present and the ship I was on, nor any cargo, except for a small amount of basic supplies necessary for survival of no more than one person for a few days at best. The voice in my head never spoke out again. Thus the only thing I ever managed to find out about myself or about my past… is a name with which the voice adressed me. That and a reflection which I saw in the mirror. Young, handome, blonde boy, with sharp and golden eyes. I took the supplies, which I found and during further exploration of the ship’s vast interior I managed to find my way to a hangar. Much to my surprise within was contained a fighter and inside there was a bag filled with credits, an energy crossbow, some clothes that fit me perfectly, and books. Most of it focused on the topics of ancient Earth’s classical history and culture. All this seemed so familiar and yet so distant. The ship appeared to be my own, even though I didn’t remember ever having one. I cherished what I found and do so till this day. Many years had passed since I abandoned the unknown wreckage with nothing more than a name, clothes, ship, books, cash and some food. None of my memories ever returned. I explored and flew around Sirius ever after and during my endeavours I found much joy in killing, hunting down others, devoiding them of wealth and lifes. And I felt enormous satisfaction in this. Untill my loneliness started to haunt me. I knew that I can be a lone wolf no longer. That I needed a pack. Friends and family. People to talk with, to feast with, to play with, to hunt with, to bleed with... and maybe even to die with...

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