Riggs

Riggs s'inclina la tête alors qu'il écoutait Ven parler. "Oui, cela semble assez agréable. Je ne devrais pas penser qu'à la fin de notre mission, nous devrions faire étalage de notre ruse de mutinerie. Je pense que vous êtes sur une bonne voie de réflexion. Mieux vaut traquer quelques pistes générales dans un bar ou un autre genre, puis aller à mes 'associés', pour obtenir une meilleure piste." Riggs a dit, muselant avec sa main sur son menton alors qu'il continuait à se rappeler les noms et les visages des hommes qu'il avait traités dans le passé. Il était étonnamment facile d'obtenir des informations sur fondamentalement n'importe quoi si vous aviez les bons noms sur Nomad.
Bien que dans ses transactions anarchistes dans le passé, il avait été tenté par des hommes vendant des informations critiques même au Conseil, bien que ce fût une boîte de vers Riggs refusé d'ouvrir dans le passé. Il n'avait aucun problème à renverser les gouvernements qu'il croyait pouvoir contrôler la descente de - il ne se sentait pas si fort au sujet du Conseil. Peut-être qu'à la fin de ce cluster en spirale, sa main serait forcée de prendre des mesures contre la superpuissance.
L'expression de Riggs se transforma en une expression de choc lorsque le navire brailla, et il tomba instinctivement à un bas croûte, les bras s'étendirent largement pour garder son équilibre. "Maintenant, le moment de la planification semble être arrivé à une conclusion anticipée." Riggs a dit de retrouver son sang-froid. Il a posé une main sur le dos de son camarade bandé, lui donnant une douce poussée vers l'avant. "Déplacez vite, ou mourez ici. Je te trouverai aux gousses d'évasion, et serai vite mon ami." Riggs a dit, comme il a tourné la direction opposée des gousses d'évacuation. Ses membres lanky l'ont porté dans un sprint à ses quartiers.
Alors que Riggs entrait dans la pièce, ses yeux se rétrécissaient sous les feux rouges clignotants. Sirens remplit ses oreilles alors qu'il s'élançait vers le mur lointain pour recueillir les papiers et les notes qui plâtraient le mur. Ses yeux s'élargissaient alors qu'il atteignait un bras pour les saisir, seulement pour que le papier fragile soit englouti dans des langues oranges de flamme. Riggs a trébuché en arrière, criant une série de malédictions. Il sentit le navire gronder une fois de plus alors qu'il sortait de la pièce, et se trouva jeté contre le mur avec un jet de débris. Un grognement de gouttière s'est arraché de la gorge alors qu'il s'éloignait de la section cassée du navire qui s'est brisée contre sa peau brillante. Ses tatouages brillants pouvaient être vus bobant rapidement à travers un nuage de fumée alors qu'il boiteait aussi vite qu'il le pouvait aux gousses d'évasion. D'une blessure sur sa jambe, une trace de liquide de base mortel s'écoulait, balayant une ligne tordue dans son sillage.
The Voice of Justice

Theme Song: Hell March
"I'm not a murderer. I'm not a villain. I am merely a tool guided by the universe."

Name
Rigger Moretz
Nicknames
Riggs- Shortening of name
The Voice of the People- Nickname given by the press after multiple assassinations of corrupt leaders
Position
Picker 1
Age
12
Gender
Male
Charged Crime(s) 
Assassination of multiple political and religious figures.
Reputation
Many know of Riggs as a scoundrel, a scourge against humanity for his many assassinations on important figures. However, those who have been directly influenced by The Voice of the People know him instead as a hero -the one who liberated the masses from corrupt leaders, and paved the road for revolution.
Appearance 
The species of Corvidae is known to have a generally humanoid figure, with few differences from humans. The Corvidae stand at an average of 6'3" in males, 6'5" in females. Their proportions are very similar to humans, though lend more length to arms and legs, and less to their torso. They also have exaggeratedly large forearms, and large hands. The Corvidae are capable of expressing any hue of green, blue, or violet in their skin. This coloration is, for the most part, dull, though a rare Corvidae may display bright colored skin due to an anomaly in pigmentation. The Corvidae's face sports a pair of eyes offset further to the side of the face, and a wide mouth stretching from just beneath each eye. Because the Corvidae is unable to manipulate their mouth to smile or frown naturally, they only show expression through their eyes. All Corvidae have the same eyes -pure brownish-red, with large black pupils in the center.
Rigger in particular has a dull blue-gray skin tone, and is 6'4". His forearms are much less exaggerated than most of his race, though. His eyes are framed with deep dark circles, as well as his hands, which appear to have been permanently soaked in a black ink of some sort. Riggs also sports many incandescent tattoos of strangely scrawled writing that appears to shift and change over time in a bright yellow-orange color.
Height 
6'4"
Weight 
110 lbs.
Personality
Rigger is a dreamer -a believer in all that is right and just in the world. That being said, he has a very adamant sense of that which is right and just, and he is not easily swayed. While he has no forgiveness in his heart for corruption and people in places of power who lie, he himself walks a grey line in his belief of the average person lying. Riggs believes that the ends justify the means, and is not above vigilante style justice -lying, blackmail, and torture to seek out those who deserve death, then a swift deliverance of death.
Rigger is a high believer in karma, and the spirit of the law rather than the letter. He believes that any action of malintention will be repaid in kind, one way or another, and that good actions will bring their warranted rewards. He holds himself in high regard, refusing to believe that he is ever on the unjust side. He is also very arrogant, overconfident in his ability. This leads to friction with similar people, but has also helped him subjugate many people to his cause.
Likes
Justice
Success
Himself
Confidence
Dislikes
Corruption
Weak Willed People
Failure
Water
Skills
Forgery -with a small sample of writing, can perfectly imitate any.
Long range combat
Stealth and subterfuge
Planning, plotting, and scheming
Weaknesses
Melee combat
Unexpected conflict
Acids
Considerably weak, physically
Fears 
Acid
Failure
Artificial Intelligence
History
Born into a low class family on the countryside of Hal'aen, the main city of his home planet Corthinidae, Riggs was destined for a life of toil and labor, nothing more. The Corthinidae had a long standing rivalry with the nearby planet of Orcris Prime, which eventually built up to the war that tore apart their nations just before the birth of Rigger. Though the Corvidae won the war, eliminating the residents of Orcris Prime, it came at a cost. Massive war debt incurred by the species killed the planet-wide economy. Hyperinflation put many out of work, and lead to hostile occupation by a species of aliens who was the Corvida's primary supporter during the war.
It was during this occupation that Rigger had his first experience with corruption that sent him on his spiteful path. To see their once benefactors to go so quickly from wholehearted support to hostile occupation stuck deep in his mind. The occupation lasted until Rigger was five years of age, at which point a massive revolution overturned the occupiers, and allowed the Corvidae to establish a solid government, and take the first steps to reparations of the economy.
At first Rigger saw this as a blessing, until the new government took hold of the country and showed their true colors. Within months, all who opposed their new regime were put to death, public executions to make an example. Rigger refused to stand for this, and took action. Gathering a small group of supporters, he marched on a political gathering, and ordered the leaders at gunpoint to assist him in his coup. Though a large following was accumulated for Riggers cause, they were eventually put down, and Rigger was thrown into jail for nine months.
On his release, Rigger did not give up, nor back down. Rather, he began again with a new fire. He attempted to regain his old support, only to find the thousands that once stood with him were no longer willing. This was not something that Rigger would accept, so he again took action.
News articles all throughout Corthinidae reported on the assassination of the leader of the CDP, Rigger's largest political rival of the time -a nationalist supporter who believed in segregation of Hal'aen from the rest of the planet. While this did not garner support for his cause (rather, caused a rallying of voters for an almost unknown political group, the CCP). Political discussion aside, this killed the last of Riggers faith in the organized political system. It was from here that Rigger took on his most shady activities.
In order to make a real difference in the world, over the next two years Rigger took on a series of political and religious assassinations in Corthinidae and the neighboring planets. While he was surprisingly successful in the most base terms, he did not achieve that which he wanted. There was no fundamental change only corruption. Realizing that his planet was doomed, he left to spread his word to other corrupt planets.
Over the years he was met with varying degrees of success. While he always managed to put away his target, be it with forgery or a bullet, revolution didn't always come. What did always come was the reputation. It seems he was never quite careful enough, because each time he completed a mission, his face would be plastered over the news. Some proclaimed him a hero, others wanted his head.
Finally, one day he was brought down. He was given a choice -become a picker, or face life in prison for his list of executions. His choice was seemingly obvious.
Corvidae
 Lifespan 
21 years
 Home planet 
Corthinidae- A small planet, almost the size of Pluto. The planet is known for its seas, lakes, and rains of highly basic liquids, as well as the almost flat nature of the planet -no mountains or caverns, and few hills. 
 Culture
 Due to the physical nature of the Corvidae, all creatures are loathe to engage in hand to hand combat -the blood of the Corvidae is a highly basic substance that will dissolve flesh in a matter of minutes. As such, the Corvidae were pigeonholed into a life of dishonor. When one's enemy refuses to attack face to face, rather preferring orbital bombings, one must lose their sense of honor as well. The government of the Corvidae is a dishonest one, full of subterfuge and lies, as is nature with the Corvidae. The military of the Corvidae focuses primarily on stealth and range advantage, preferring to wipe others out before they have a chance to retaliate in brute force.
In Corvidae culture, though emotion is felt, it is not dwelled on. Much of the Corvidae's life is ruled by practicality and logic, though there has been a sort of pseudo-Renaissance among the Corvidae leading to a large following of those who prefer focus on emotion. These are still in the minority, however, as the Corvidae are genetically inclined to the intellectual pursuits -the Corvidae are able to to process information with extreme efficiency.
The Corvidae culture also relies on something quite unique to their race. The Corvidae are known throughout their system for what is almost a sixth sense that they possess. A sort of advanced empathy, the Corvidae are aware of emotional connections between others, as well as certain objects, should the connection be strong enough. This is a primary cause of the Corvidae's lack of emotional expression in traditional ways -they can always see the connection without outside cues.
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