Gent; Kikk Chass/Oh boy, it's another Vorcha.

Steam Name: Gent
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:124878024
Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/FullStrateish/
Age: 19
How long have you been rping?: A good deal, one month on the server and I suppose five years overall.
How did you find us?: Word of Mouth, specifically from Arglack and Kreg.
Have you been banned from Singularity Gaming? No.

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Name: Kikk Chass
Age: 16
Species: Vorcha
MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) :Kodiak Pilot, also Chef.
You do understand as this is a private server and you have filled out a Application you can be removed from the Server or have your Character taken away within reason at any moment: Understood.

(Last time, I said I would only man two characters (on ship), but I believe with a few people taking thirds. it wouldn't hurt to spread the diversity field. However, this time, instead of marking off the characters story as a general wall of text between two paragraphs, I will instead be illustrating him as if he were subject to an interview. If this is unsatisfactory to you, I'll re-write it later in the conventional method.)

Enter the scene: It's evening on a distant swamp planet, somewhere on the Outskirts of the Terminus Systems. There's barely a population, save for a few condensed cities near the equator, and in this particular season, the aboriginal flies are currently swarming around anything living that's even slightly exposed outside the crummy collective of outdated crashed ships, remodeled as literal streets of conjoined trailer-parks. During this humid day, a young Eurasian woman wearing a traditional business suit is knocking on the doors of one that is barely still intact - an awful mix of white and beige hues that surround a vehicle that may have once served as a constable ship. From the side-door opens a Vorcha, wearing the remains of a modified Systems Alliance uniform. From there unfolds an interview in the oddly cozy cupboard of the small ship, featuring a micro-kitchen and an even smaller living room with two beachchairs and one television set with a human DVD player, some DVDs stored beneath the small table it rests on.

From the official interview featuring Mister Chall;

Host: Alright, let's start from the formal address: What's with the two names? Don't Vorcha typically have one?

Kikk: LETS GET THIS THING OFF EVERYONES MIND: "WHY VORCHA KIKK HAVE TWO NAME? DONT PRIMITIVE VORCHA HAVE ONLY ONE?"
BECAUSE I CHOOSE IT, MORON. I GOT SICK AND TIRED OF EVERY OTHER SPECIES I'VE MET HAVING TWO NAMES UNDER THEIR BELT AND I HATED THAT, SO I WANTED TO RECTIFY IT AND MAKE UP A NAME TO PUT AFTER MY INITIAL ONE. OKAY, ARE WE GOOD NOW? GOOD, LETS GET ON WITH THIS SHIT.

Host: Reasonable, reasonable. I won't judge you on that, I'd probably be as envious as you if I were brought under those circumstances.
So moving on, how exactly would you explain to us...who you are? What you do?

Kikk: SO, WHO AM I? I GUESS YOU CAN SAY I'M FULL OF SHIT, BUT I THINK I'M THE MOST PERCEPTIVE PERSON I KNOW. I WAS BORN AND RAISED AMONG MY PARASITIC BRETHREN ON THE ASTEROID OF OMEGA FOR ABOUT A GOOD TEDIOUS THIRTEEN YEARS. THIRTEEN YEARS OF STRAGGLING AROUND KEEPING MY BROTHERS FROM CERTAIN JACKASS BEHAVIORS AND DESTRUCTION FROM PEOPLE THEY THOUGHT THEY COULD TURN INTO PASTE...HAHA, I JUST REMEMBERED HOW VREETE KICKED THE BUCKET, YOUNG ONE THOUGHT HE WOULD LIVE AFTER A SUICIDE BOMBING! IDIOT!

Host: Personally, that sounds more tragic than comedic, but I suppose that's just the culture shock starting to breeze in.
So you answered your background, but I'm still confused on what you're applying for.

Kikk: WELL, I WAS ABDUCTED BY ASARI AROUND TEN DAYS BEFORE MY DESIGNATED DAY OF BIRTH, AND THEY BROUGHT ME TO ILLIUM SO I CAN GIVE THEM TAXI SERVICE SO WHEN ANOTHER OF THEIR SPECIES GOT INTO TROUBLE, I COULD ESCORT THEM TO THE PREMISES AND WAIT FOR THEM TO RETURN WITH OTHER ASARI NUMBSKULLS. QUITE FRANKLY, I'M DISAPPOINTED THAT DESPITE ALL MY TIME ON THAT GARBAGE PLANET, THEY NEVER GAVE ME A CHANCE TO CUT OFF THE HEAD FLINGS OF AN ASARI CRI- RIGHT, RIGHT, I CAN SEE THE DISGUST ON YOUR FACE. ANYWAY, POINT IS THAT I MAKE A PRETTY OKAY PILOT, AND IF YOU GIVE ME THE CHANCE, I COULD POSSIBLY DIRECT YOUR KODIAKS DURING YOUR HIRED WORK. IM FUCKING GREAT AT IT, YOU KNOW?

Host: Right, that's fair.

Kikk: YOU KNOW IT, BABY!

Host:...Okay, I don't mean to be bigoted-

Kikk: IF YOU PRECEDE IT WITH THAT, IT PROBABLY IS.

Host: But given the circumstances of your livelihood, you aren't going to be... aggressive, right?

*Kikk takes a moment to blink a few times, processing this information as he puts his right palm to his face.*

Kikk: LISTEN LADY - I'LL SAY THIS FIRST AND FOREMOST, IF YOUR CREW AGREES TO BE GOOD "LITTLE KINDERGARTEN PEERS WHO ALWAYS DRAW IN THE LINES AND SHARE THEIR FOOD DURING LUNCH", THEN I WON'T RAISE A BITCHING AND STAY TO MY CORNER. BUT - BUT, IF A HUMAN THINKS IT WOULD BE IN HIS BEST INTEREST TO SHAG MY ASS WHILE I'M TRYING TO WORK, THEN I'LL BE THE ONE TO SET HIM ON FIRE AND FEED HIS INNARDS TO THE FAMILY VORCHA! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN FAGGOTS THINK THEY COULD PUNCTURE ME WITH A PENKNIFE AND LIVE TO SHIT ON ANOTHER MANS DECENCY.

Host: You don't think that's a little excessive?

Kikk: I ONLY HAVE FOUR YEARS LEFT TO LIVE, THOSE YEARS ARE FUCKING PRECIOUS TO ME. AGAIN, I'LL REITERATE; I'M NOT GOING TO SHIT ON SOMEONES PARTY IF THEY STAY FRIENDLY, BUT if AN ASARI, SALARIAN, TURIAN, HUMAN, VOLUS, QUARIAN, DRELL AND WHATEVER OTHER GENETICALLY-INFERIOR CUNT THINKS THEY CAN GET THEIR WAY? NOT HAPPENING.

Host: In-Inferior?!

Kikk: RELAX, WOMAN. I DIDN'T MEAN YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE DECENT. JUST THE INSUBORDINATE LITTLE SHITS THAT CAN'T SEEM TO THINK FOR THEMSELVES.

Host: O-Okay, we got a few more questions, but I have another meeting coming up, so I'll just...skip to the last one.

Kikk SURE!

Host: Any additional occupations that we should get out of the wa-

Kikk: CHEF, AND NOT THE DINGY DOUCHEBAG SUBTYPE, BUT AN ACTUAL CHEF WHO WOULD WATCH THE FEW COOKS ON THIS SHIP, PROVIDED YOU HAVE ANY..BUT IF NOT, I GUESS I CAN DOUBLETEAM AS THE COOK AND CHEF.

Host: Right, I'll mark that down.

Host: It was a pleasure meeting you, Mister Chass. I hope you can prove yourself to be a valuable asset to the Task-Force. We'll send you the results of whether or not you make it tomorrow....though, it'll probably be someone el-

Kikk: AND IF I DON'T, I'LL JUST KEEP MASHING APPLICATIONS IN THEIR DIGITAL MAILBOXES UNTIL THEY GET SICK OF MY SHIT AND EITHER LET ME IN OR KILL ME...BUT, I DIGRESS, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY. I LOOK FORWARD TO POSSIBLY BEING THE LATEST INDOCTRINATED MEMBER IN THIS ESTEEMED TASK-FORCE.

Host: Good luck, Mister Chass.

The woman takes her time and escapes the vicinity of Kikk's lonesome apartment in a rather quick pace to avoid the ludicrous amounts of pests outside. Kikk, meanwhile savors a cigarette and lays down on his couch as he idly thinks to himself how this Task-Force is handling without him.

The fact that you broke the meta and mentioned that your character's apps aren't getting accepted is fucking hilarious, and Vorcha are not TOO hard to play, but seeing one with a near insane function to them is always the right path. Accepted because hey, Vorcha are cool