The Crew [WIP]

This post will detail the crew of the Last Parsec.

The Ship
Gifted to the core six members of the crew, The Last Parsec is an older freighter vessel (classification: light) that had been converted into a research vessel by the enigmatic weird scientist R. Originally a gift from the U.C. after it had been deemed largely unusable, R. sunk some of her own resources to make it almost as good as the day it was made. The ship has been exposed to strange 'upgrades' over the years from R. as a result of her research, obsession, and travels involving ancient civilizations.

Allei
Allei looks and plays the part of the disaffected college slob: lazy, malnutritioned, and unmotivated. She's 'curvy' to one step beyond what might be considered 'healthy,' she still has mild skin issues, and her dark red hair retains this slightly stringy quality due to an improperly-executed purple dye job and lack of proper healing minerals afterwards.

Even with all of these issues, the potential in appearance is still apparent- she has a radiant smile, brilliant green eyes, and an aura of life about her. She's currently dressed in soft brown leather boots, beige leggings, brown shorts, and a white dress shirt with a brown vest.

AUW
The ship's doctor is best described as a cyborg dog. He is larger than most breeds of earth canine, though, standing at 4'0" at shoulder height and 5'1" long. He is covered in graying, brown fur and has golden eyes. Of course, the most striking feature (and one possessed by his entire species) is a pair of large, mechanical arms attached to his shoulder blades. They resemble industrial equipment and are made of a gray composite metal, possessing three "fingers" and a "thumb" to manipulate object and tools.

Various plates of similar composite are grafted to his body, mostly covering vital areas or protecting joints. His paws are also reinforced with the material, and two plates jut slightly from his haunches so the arms can fold back and rest. He isn't wearing anything you'd call "clothing", though he does have a backpack. When the others start approaching the dock, his eyes fall on them, though his expression remains blank.

Crow
The ship's first mate looks anywhere between his twenties to thirties it depends on the time of day you catch him and his mood. He is the sort that always seems serious and contemplative until you talk to him and then he is lighthearted and jovial. Unless yer on his bad side. He stands about 5' 10" and is well built. He is athletic and toned, and has a look that says he is a bit of a scrapper. The scar across the bridge of his nose cements this point.

He has short-messy sandy blond hair or maybe it's brown could be either depending on the light. He has light brown eyes that are always regarding the area around him. Right now he is wearing a long dark brown coat. It looks well worn. It's not trench coat length but long enough and sits on him well. Underneath that he has a white button up shirt that looks like it was really nice once. Brown casual pants complete with pads and twin belts. The loops is where he keeps his gun holstered. Underneath the clothing you suspect he has body armor. He is currently watching those who are arriving.

Nikki 
The ship's pilot and resident computer expert is a girl in the wheel chair was a terran girl of slender, almost unhealthy, build with black hair that sort of hung messily down her back or in her face. She wore a bodysuit of some kind that covered her whole body from neck to feet. She held a cup on both hands shakily, and was sipping whatever drink she had almost nonstop with a straw. Her eyes were tired looking with bags beneath them, but full of curiousity as her gaze darted here and there at random.

Every now and then she'd point at something and comment about it that she had heard of it before, unless she was asked to stop she'd keep doing that. She also had a strange habit of commenting on what species someone they went by was. ... in fact she did do that, to every one else present at the table. She had been friendly enough and spoke to people who spoke to her, but for the most part she didn't really talk except to point something out to Remek.

Remek
The ship's engineer is a simian male, standing at 3'8" and carrying himself lightly. He has a bright, upbeat expression most of the time, and there's hardly a moment when his prehensile tail isn't swaying about or wrapping around anything nearby, including his own limbs or the legs of those he knows. His hair is brown and wild, like someone set his head on fire and then petrified the flames. His fur is a little less unkempt, covering his nose, lower arms, legs, and tail, with the tail accented by rings of black. His eyes sparkle with energy, and that energy is also conveyed by an inability to sit still -- it's like he begins his day with 10 pots of coffee.

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Vela
Vela a slim, athletic woman of medium height with yellowish skin bearing darker brown stripes. Her hair is a few shades darker than her skin, but otherwise of similar hue. She's dressed in a halter top and shorts of olive color, along with several pouches, and wears what looks like a pair of knives crossed behind her back with the hilts poking up over her shoulders.

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Wacha 
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