Twenty-two year old Tajaran male. Gayer than an entire choir. Kind of a prima-donna when it comes to his personal life but could wrestle a bear. Raised by TV. Left home at age 15 for unstated reasons probably relating to neglectful parents. Worked as a SAARE mercenary for a good six years but was let go for undisclosed reasons. Has only killed like three guys at best, honestly. Low-key wishes he were still a merc but that's not really viable. LOVES republican democracy, like, so much.
Twenty year old B-class drone. A Eureka Personal Synthetic Assistant Mark Five, a brand of personal companion drone that was popular in previous decades because of their highly customizable nature and relatively low price-point (though by now they're on Mark Seven). The reasonably obsessive pet project of a wealthy Skrellian trade broker calling himself Henry Auto. Victoria and Henry lived on a small private ship, bouncing around the Sagittarius Heights for eighteen years, until the starliner they were hitched to exploded, killing Henry. Emergency response teams salvaged her but not him. She has spent the last two years living off of a stipend provided for her continued upkeep and attempting to plug the hole in her pea-sized brain. Very sad and needs a hug. Gets extremely emotional about relatively small things. Does not think she's a person and would not like it if you called her a person. Has a great deal of difficulty adjusting to changes in the galactic landscape that have occured in the last two decades, such as Prometheans now existing or Almach being its own country.
Twenty-five year old Catalog Baby of aggressively queer gender. A carefree hedonist. Father is Michael Beery, a Nanotrasen (Vir Branch) executive and reasonably nice guy. Mother is Elizabeth Beery, trauma surgeon turned cosmetic surgeon and a huge bitch. Suffers from relatively mild unmedicated depression. Spends like ninety percent of their time at leather clubs.
Twenty year old Teshari female. Pack Sheraeshi is part of a vocal minority of Teshari who advocate for political autonomy and a homeworld to call their own as part of the Free Sirisai movement. Sene does a Teshari zine to raise awareness and donations for her cause. She does not like being called short and has written like five articles about it. Her rhetoric tends to focus on the unmistakable physical differences between Teshari and humans but makes the uncomfortable step of asserting that true cohabitation by any two species is inherently going to be unbalanced in favor of the richer and more populated species. Really really likes orange juice.
42 year old female Catalog Baby. Raised by a polycule of scientists in Terminus Station. Left home with their blessing to study xenobiology and later found herself working with the Aetolian giant slime in the Vounna system. Views Naomi Harper's coup and subsequent formation of the Almach Association as a personal insult (which is completely unwarranted, seeing as she'd hardly met the woman). Hopes to continue her research in Sif. Has difficulty relating to basically anyone not born in the Precursor's Crypt. Best and only friend is HOPE, her pAI, but doesn't really harbor any thoughts of drone personhood.
A C-class drone that emerged to the point of being legally reclassified as B-class. Dry humor and very strange.
An A-class drone experiment in the viability of psychological modeling in AI design (the Shakespeare project). A wonderfully functional piece of crap. Raised by a noted pedagogue and English scholar, which is probably why she's turned out less of a nutcase than her more cheaply-handled fork-siblings.. Successfully sued for her right to own herself under a shell corporation, generating modest controversy. Skipped town to Relan shortly before the Gray Hour and has not been officially heard from since.