Not sure how 'Real good at dying' will look on my resumé.
Likes: Loud noises, strong drinks, reckless behavior
Dislikes: Silence, herbal tea, jazz
Zed doesn't remember how she got here—or much at all of that week.
She was on leave with the squad at the festival; there was a stage, dancing, singing (ok, screaming), and music so metal it was more tactile than sonic.
Sensations of heat, thirst, blinding lights, and then sweet, sweet oblivion. A ship to nowhere, or fate finally making claim upon a life well-lived?
Nobody is above the law—or the need for good manners.
Likes: Politeness, formality, tidiness
Dislikes: Anger, rudeness, corrosion
Bunker was conceived and constructed as a part of an autonomous police unit tasked to track down criminals and illegal life forms.
Though unrelentingly civil and polite, Bunker does not put up with lawbreakers, corruption, or rudeness.
I'm just here to make things interesting.
Likes: Explosions, consuming
Dislikes: Vegans, watered-down drinks, timidity
Blaze is the sole survivor—well, the sole active survivor—of a gang of banditos who actually came to the Station on purpose, thinking they could make a big score. Hint: They couldn't.
Now Blaze is stuck in the Saloon, trying to make their dream come true—finding that one bit of loot they originally came for.
Ugly rumor might have it that Blaze's adoration of explosives has led to incidents of "friendly fragmentation".
Everything is better with flowers, roots, and herbs.
Likes: Plants, flowers, greenery, being appreciated
Dislikes: Stress, responsibility, anything inorganic
Shroom's opinion—shared by few others—is that every solid team needs a "plant whisperer".
Since her services as undertaker are no longer required, she has taken to talking up her incenses, herbal remedies, and potions as having powers akin to miracle panaceas.
Living somewhere in that gray zone between "apothecary" and "snake oil salesman", Shroom does her best to keep the squad alive with whatever roots, herbs, flowers, leaves, and nuts she can dig up.
25,000 Years I Waited... And Still We Haven't Overthrown The Oppressors? Comrades!
Likes:Guns, swords, turrets...,Comrades!
Dislikes:Boredom,The Endless,The Capitalist Economic System
Comrade Oruz is a Remnant - an artificial being created to serve the Endless. Remnants bore the formal title of "Bailiff" but were used to execute any sort of task -- and, rumors had it, any sort of creature, being little better than glorified assassins. After events on the Station left Oruz 'out of commission', they had little to do for millennia but wait to be repaired -- and think, quite extensively, about everything that happened around them. Now, once again awakened and alert, they have discovered a few things: a Station in massive disrepair, massive gaps in their memory, and a massive desire to tear down the society that made them do the horrible things they did.
Unto the breach, with a fire-breathing potion, or unto the beach, with something long, bubbly and well-chilled?
Role：Tech / Crowd Control
Likes：Quality, elegance, connoisseurs,Smooth jazz, witty banter
Dislikes：Rude customers, overtime, prep work,Things that try to kill him while he's exploring
That drive had him crossing the galaxy in search of components for potions and elixirs; these days, refined but ambitious, he seeks the specs of legendary mixologists, and a legendary beverage.