ok now i can't sleep
i'm just gonna post what i have so far, because my brain is a worthless piece of sludge that won't calm down and go to bed when it's supposed to
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Name
Saven Riger (sa-ven rī-jer)
Nickname
Sav, or just Riger
Kind
Human (cyborg)
Both bionic arms are composed of a unique, alloy of carbon fiber, aluminum, chromium, and various other metals to provide maximum strength, durability, and efficiency. The limbs are connected directly to Saven's nervous system in a way so that he can freely and consciously move them as if they were real arms without any sort of external energy source. While the prosthetics don't grant Saven any sort of special abilities or "powers", they do prove to be very useful in tackling some peculiar situations that ordinary hands made of flesh and blood could never attempt safely. The sturdiness of prosthetic also give him a slight upper hand in hand-to-hand combat, an opportunity that Saven will likely never turn down if given the chance.
[font=georgia][color=black]Gender
Male
Age
19 y.o
Occupation
Mechanic
Crew position
Engineer/fighter if he's needed
History
Saven Riger grew up on the planet Orelius- formally christened with the lengthy title of Phi Orelius 1.03A, it's colloquial name is much more common amongst the populous. Orelius is a small planet, not much bigger than a quarter of the size of the earth, that that was one of the many planets made habitable, then colonized, soon after earth reached it's carrying capacity. The people of Orelius are- or, were, rather, a hardworking society that made their lives by the innovation, production, and repair of automated vehicles. With Orelius's bounty of workable metals entwined throughout its terrain, the small planet quickly rose to be a respectable hub of automation and spacecraft engineering.
Though an original descendant of Earth, of course, Saven Riger has always considered Orelius as his home planet. He was a mechanic's son, working part time for his father's shop, a brother, a worry to his mother, and even a lover (nothing serious) for a short time. At the age of sixteen, Saven Riger appeared to have his whole life laid out for him.
Until the day.
The terrifying, scarring day when everything young Saven knew was savagely ripped out from under him. Warheads rained down across the populated landscape, erupting everything into flames and carving huge craters where city blocks once lay. Children screamed, women cried, and even the boldest of men were struck petrified with agony. But soon, not even a faint whisper was heard. The missiles beat ceaselessly into the already slaughtered landscape until whatever force responsible for the attacks felt that the job was done. Among the wreckage, Saven lay in a broken heap, gravely injured. His right arm had been severed at the shoulder, and it didn't take a genius to know that he didn't have a long time left. Bloody, vision fading, and without any hope for survival, all Saven could do was wait for the death's cold embrace.
But then, something mysterious happened. As quick as the bombings and explosions came, they suddenly drew to a halt. Then, they appeared. Out of the billows of dust dragged up from thousands of demolished lives emerged an ominous team of white-clothed figures. They carried a spooky, sterile presence with them. They seemed to float like silent ghosts toward a couple dozen or so crippled survivors like Saven. When one of the figures approached him, the last thing Saven recalled was seeing a pair of bright orange goggles staring down at him, and beyond them, a deep black void.
The nest thing he knew, seventeen-year-old Saven was waking up in what appeared to be a hospital bed. His mind was foggy, his body ached, and his arms felt like lead... Peculiar... Looking down at his arms, the young man realized in confused horror that they weren't his arms at all, but a set of bionic ones. Thinking back, he could have sworn he had only lost one arm from the bombing. Struck with a sudden sense of fight-or-flight, Saven knew that he had to get out. No time to ask questions. This place wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong here.
Somehow he managed to escape the mysterious compound he had woken up in, and was able to stow away on what he speculated to be an anchored trade ship. It was really, in fact, the ship of the notorious interstellar pirates. As the SSU Galactica took off into space, Saven pressed against the glass and watched his smoldering home shrink smaller and smaller into the thick, black universe. It didn't take long for Captain Ky Xendalia to pick up her stowaway's scent, and the two ended up by making a deal. Saven begame a regular crew member of the SSU Galactica.
Personality
Saven Riger will forever regard his desertion of his people back on Orelius as his biggest regret of his life. While staying back and pitching his efforts into fighting might have most likely gotten him killed along with the rest of the Orelians, Saven still can't shake the self-conviction that he was responsible for their fate. He abandoned them, and their deaths are a burden he expects to carry with him throughout the rest of his life.
Upon joining the Galactica crew, a little more than a year ago, Saven initially approached his life and his predicament with uncertainty. So much had changed in such a short amount of time. But in time, Saven's true colors began to show, and he once again became the sarcastic, headstrong, and slightly abrasive character we all know and love.
Tackling life with more complaints, shortcuts, and sarcasm than necessary, Saven, or "Sav" as he likes to be called, is still a good ways away from maturity. He never feels particularly motivated to take on any assignments outside of his job as a mechanic, (which he in fact takes quite seriously) so direct orders for such tasks are a must, otherwise nothing else would get done.
In regards to his occupation, Sav has come to be known as the king of makeshift fixes, crafting parts priced at over-the-top market values from junk around the ship. While he is a respectable mechanic that has proven his value on more than one occasion, it is probably worth noting that some of his improvisations can be a bit on the dicey side. Sav has never had any sort of formal education, but if you ask him, experience is all the teaching you need.
But no matter how experienced Sav is in the realm of mechanics, his coordination comes to a halt right there. When it comes to robotics, or computers, or anything heavily electrical, he is at a loss. This is rather unfortunate for the yoiung man with two bionic arms, as the prosthetic limbs are composed of both mechanical as well as electrical components, making self-maintenance a painstakingly fruitless feat.
