Space is big... very big, and getting around it is expensive, unless you know how to slink on board a ship and catch a free pass. The only price is having no real say in where you wind up, but some times you just need to leave. Maybe your deep in debt and want a new start, or maybe the spirit of adventure has gripped you and you don't care where you go. Maybe this is just your life, a wanderer, and where you can't get a lift you take one anyway. Either way your in for a shock when you get off here.
Are you Ralph Simpson, the runaway from the nearby NJ-55 space station. You've been running for a few years now after a fight with your step father. Today would have been your 18th birthday as you hop aboard some kind of space military vessel. You learned a trick where you can hide in the maintenance passages if you bring your own food and oxygen. You couldn't carry much but hopefully they would stop a planet where you could restock. It turns out this ship is a military escort to lead civilians with passes down to the transformation planet, this one in particular is headed to Mount Mayree, a volcano on the coast of the Scarmis Sea. Your a tall young man standing at a whopping 193 cm (6'4") and your a touch on the emaciated side, since your meals are both rare and rationed. Your skin has a distinct yellow tone to it, and your hair has fallen out from a case of 'Miracle Blight', a nasty disease without a cure, named after the chances of survival. Your body did manage to fight it off, but it left you worse for ware.
Are you Jean Morales, the expert conman and grifter who's luck just ran out. You have been running scams and skipping down since you were a young man, and its gotten you all you could desire in life. Drugs, money, women, power, and any other comfort you can think of. But your not as young as you used to be at 48, so you were looking to get out after one more job. Having conned your way across the known galaxy your final big con job was out in the rogue sector. This one was going to be legendary as you scam the entire Enigma Council... and it almost went well. You got their money into your protected account, and you got off the planet and even back into Empire space by sneaking aboard a pirate space ship.Where it turned sour is just over the boarder they discover you. They toy with different ideas of how to torture you for the pain you caused the Rouge Sector, when they realize they are passing by the infamous Transformation Planet. They drop out of warp, and shoot you at the surface from a small escape pod through a small gap in the quarantine sensor array. Your pod safely lands on a mysterious island. You have no idea where you are, or how you'll get back, but your determined to get off this rock and spend your hard scammed money. At 165 Cm (5'5") tall you don't cut a naturally imposing figure. Your a bit soft and doughy, as you'd expect with how you'd party after every major job. You have dark skin with big blue eyes, a soft round clean shaven face, and well groomed hair black hair, you look like a sweet old man, but that is all part of the con. You look innocent, but your brain moved a mile a minute and once some one's guard was down you could scam the shirt off their back, drain their accounts, and get them to legally change their name to 'Sucker' before they realize what just happened. Your a fast wit and a social manipulator, which won't do you much good on a lonely island in the middle of some unknown ocean.
Of course, you could have a completely different story
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