Name: Cret Giedaea
Age: 22
Appearance: Cret has a slight tan, shoulder length lilac hair, and blood red eyes. She's average height for her race.
Occupation: General Vehicle Engineer/Mechanic (Specializes in cars and recreation vehicles like boards)
Home World: Ageida
Personality: Cret is extremely stubborn, and looks out for herself first and allies second. If you prove that you're worthy of her friendship, she'll help you as long as it doesn't get in her way, without expecting much payment. If you do get in her way or aren't her friend, you'd better pay up.
Background: Raised in a poor neighborhood by a mother with a gambling and alcohol addiction, Cret was the second oldest of three children, each of whom had a different father. Her older brother helped raise them, and they all took on odd jobs to help pay for food while her mother spent everything on her addictions. Cret found out at an early age that she has an odd talent for anything mechanical, and earned quite a bit of money for fixing up vehicles for the neighborhood and the local gangs. Her younger sister (at age 9) was run over when she ran into the street when Cret was 12.
Extra: Cret loves her older brother and idolizes him. He's gotten out of the bad life they lived and is raising a family of his own with his wife on a colony in a nearby solar system. He's a video game designer and his wife is a chef.

Name: Darwin Maynordsom
Age: 24
Appearance: Darwin's hair is short and jet black with red streaks. He's tall (roughly 6'3) with a slight muscular build. Deep ocean blue eyes stand out with his tanned skin.
Occupation: Part-time delivery man, part-time medical student, full-time peace keeper in the small town he was raised in
Home World: Terralyn
Personality: Due to his homelife, Darwin is a rather serious guy who looks out for the well being of everyone in his family and tightknit community. He's very passionate about making life on the colony a good one.
Background: From a very young age, it had been just Darwin and his elderly grandfather living on a remote colony. Darwin's parents sent him to stay with his grandfather until the current civil war played out. Twenty years later and the war still waged on and both parents died in a freak accident. His grandfather raised him to be a honest man, one who looked out for his family. With strong morals instilled by his grandfather, Darwin winds up being the problem solver to majority of the issues that rise in the community.
Extra: Darwin looks up to his grandfather and places his health over his own. He also inherited a few of his grandfather's quirks. One is to flatter shamelessly with any single woman.

((I'm gonna visit you!))

Cret sat idly in the back of the truck with the cargo. She had been hired to help out with a package delivery ship, it traveled all over the galaxy shipping various goods from place to place. It was one of the more popular companies, Celestial Express. She didn't care for the name, and the work was too easy, but it payed well and took all over the galaxy.

She didn't care for working with people from that other solar system, the humans who were different. But money was money, and she was looking for leads on that item.

She frowned, watching a small town come into view as she leaned over the side of the old-fashioned truck. They'd landed out in the wilderness, and had to ship everything out in these archaic slow things. But she needed to get the fresh air, and there was nothing to do on the ship. Maybe these people would be willing to pay her for some kind of work?

Darwin wiped his brow as he left the rickety hut that belonged to his neighbor. Twice this month had him paying a visit to the middle-aged couple. Both times were to give the husband a reason to stop drinking and get off his rear and work. The woman, which amazed him, was pregnant with their first child and had previously been the sole breadwinner. Darwin's grandfather, Isaac, always commented that the woman thought too low of herself to find a good man. This meeting went like the previous one: unsuccessful. However he did make it out without a single thing thrown at him.

"That's always a good thing," he mused to himself. Blue eyes glanced up to see the incoming carrier ship and a spark of hope ignited within. Perhaps this time, someone would think to bring the medical supplies his school needed. It had been roughly six months since the last shipment came it and that lasted a mere six weeks.

Cret had her eyes closed when she felt the truck come to a stop and heard the engine cut. Slowly opening them and brushing some dust off of her arms, she jumped out of the back to help unload. She had no idea what was in these heavy huge crates, but she guessed it was something that needed lots of care. She allowed herself a curious glance around herself, and was mildly astonished to see that the buildings mainly consisted of run down shacks.

To keep herself from staring, Cret focused on the heavy and cumbersome crate in front of her. She had grown up in a town that was neither big nor small, but it was on the home planet of her race so it had all the modern conveniences a person could afford.

"Careful with that crate, crate!" One of the men working with her called out, making fun of her name. He was from the other race of humans. She frowned. She was going to do some awful thing to his bed tonight, she just needed to figure out what.

((Would you like me to ping you after every post?))

Darwin overheard some men talking, in what sounded to be a teasing tone. He began to sprint towards the sound in hopes that he could offer to help. Most visitors they got seemed to view the colony as a group of inbred dimwits. Darwin was quick to prove how wrong that assumption was. But the sooner the people left, the sooner the villagers would actually get back to their duties. It doesn't help when everyone stands there and gawks at the people dropping stuff off, he thought to himself.

Blue orbs spotted a female with hair color he had never seen before struggling with a rather large crate. Of course, the able body men around her seemed to be more worried with their small boxes. "Mind if I give you a hand?" Darwin asked when he was a foot way from her.

Cret was startled looked up at the newcomer, a man from the village it seemed. She was guilty for plotting what she knew was vindictive and completely irrational, but she then chastised herself for feeling so. Nobody knew what she thought.

Cret rearranged her expression to it's earlier one, and said in a defiant tone. "I got it. But you can get one of the others." She then continued her struggle to pick it up, trying to wrap her arms around it and then to find a handhold to drag it or carry it with.

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