ITT: Flamy tries to make an interesting character

NAME: Elias Sulzbach
Age: 24~25, birthdate unsure

Stats:
9 Strength
7 Dexterity
9 Endurance
7 Intelligence
5 Education
7 Social Standing

Skills:
Carouse 0
Vacc Suit 0
Streetwise 0
Athletics 0
Melee 0
Recon 0
Mechanic 0
Jack of All Trades 1
Discipline 1
Gun Combat (Shotguns) 1

Equipment:
TL4 Shotgun
TL12 Vacc Suit
TL11 Laser Pistol

Enemies:
AN ENTIRE BANDIT CLAN PISSED AT ME FOR STEALING THEIR THINGS

BACKSTORY:
Ah, Prodebos. The only land where chilling (to death) in a mobile home was the norm. And you were expected to get a quota of ice every day! All for the Administrators and whomever else in the galaxy.

Well, okay, not Elias. For now.

He had better things to do, mostly play catch-the-melting-snowball with friends (which usually resulted in one of them having to do most of the chores, or some other daring/daunting task). Sometimes, he had a pretty clever joke on hand, but that kinda dwindled as everyone aged, and they all had to face the fact that they could join their parents in what was essentially indentured servitude, or join the navy.

Elias, naturally, hated living in the ice crawlers, and joined boot camp, where he did a couple oddjobs and cheap jokes here and there for some cold, hard cash of his own. Then he got told about the recruiter coming by, and spent it all on the earliest possible ticket to Nempios.

He didn't get recruited. He went to Nempios anyways.

Sure, the girls there were great, tall even, but like, they're not going to go for Elias. Especially since he really didn't have much money on him. Hell, it's not like he could really do much networking, considering this was absolutely NOT his homeworld, and he barely even knew his way around this starbase.

So of course, he decided to join a scavenger crew. Those guys probably needed some muscle or a porter, right? Right. A lot of "work" was had with him, half a dozen other drifters, and the desert planet of Eliokon, if "combing through abandoned colonies and salvaging literally anything usable" constituted as work. That was probably the place that he learned the most, really: Finding stuff, fixing stuff, learning his way around an area, a bit of pragmatism, a bit of up-close and personal, and a bunch of other, useful tricks that they didn't teach in school! (Not that he really paid a whole lot of attention to education.)

Then THOSE GUYS dropped by. They were led by some "Immortal Jho" dude or whatever. Elias honestly didn't really remember all the details. All he remembers is getting into a fight in the cargo bay with some guy in what looked to be scrap metal slapped onto a vacc suit, and then smashing the escape pod's launch button so hard, that he had to jiggle the controls around to make it un-stuck. He hit his head on the unpadded ceiling, and everything went black after that.

Well, he's back into the civilised world, at least. He went for it again on the tried-and-true routine of "finagling a bunch of oddjobs and miscellaneous favours for other people while grinding through and gritting his teeth through boot camp," which, for once, worked. Just an apprentice spacehand, but that was plenty prestige, honestly. Like, imagine the amount of dudes with even that to flex at girls with (probably a whole lot, really). Got a bit of training in good ol' shotguns, which they always showed off in those shows as the stuff of cool dudes.

What really sold the whole thing was meeting HER during surface leave. Up until now, Elias didn't have much success, didn't even get the name of most chicks he talked to or hit up. But this time? He met her not once, not twice, but THRICE at the same place! They hit it off super-well, and had a right old blast at that Cosmocreds place. Terrible coffee, but decent service. What was her name again? Eliza? Elice? ...Elize? Shoot, he didn't get her number.

Elias will remember this. But right now, there's an offer to join the Lamia's Ire, and you bet he's hopping on that. Who knows what he could find there. Or like, well, you know, kinda beats the navy. Seeing lots of new people is also a huge plus, legally rubbing shoulders with them is always that.

..."You're assigned to work in one of the ship's workshops - mostly you do repairs and sometimes assist the armourer."
Could be worse, honestly. At least he knows how to live in one.