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Character Info
Name: Malcolm Reynolds
Canon: Firefly
Age: 49*
*despite his birthdate being listed as September 20, 2468, many fans think this is a typo and the was intended to be 2486, which would make him 31. I’ll be going with what’s listed and chalk his younger appearance to future medical science being awesome.
Canon/AU/CR AU: Canon
Reference: Firefly Wiki article and Mal’s Wiki article
Canon Point: Post-The Message
World Information:
The show’s premise is literally “The Old West in Space.”
As far as the Earth-That-Was’s history goes, it seems pretty much on par with our own until we reach the “future.” The United States and People’s Republic of China became the two main superpowers, eventually forming the Union of Allied Planets some years in the future. As human population grew, the Earth’s natural resources were eventually depleted and the ecosystem was nearly destroyed. Joined together in a time of need and desperation, scientists from all over the planet worked together and found a new star system with dozens of planets and hundreds of moons, each with the capacity to be easily terraformed through some agricultural and scientific manipulation.
And so began the exodus, where every person on the planet boarded “arks” and began their long and taxing journey toward their new home. And when I say long, I mean it: a whole generation was born and died without ever leaving the ships. Life became routine on the ships, without sight of anything of interest. There wasn’t even the discovery of extra-terrestrials to change up the game. Since there were so many different nationalities onboard the arks, lines began to blur in one giant melting pot. Traditions were pick and choose, with English and Mandarin became the dominant languages spoken. It's not uncommon for someone to slip in a few Mandarin cusses under their breath.
Finally, after so many years trapped, the settlers finally found the promised lands. Some things survived through the generations of the Earth-That-Was. Poetry, some literature, legends of ancient civilizations, and priceless artifacts. But on the whole, what was doesn’t have much to do with what’s now.
Though each planet was different in environment, people settled into their new lives rather well. With animals and plants preserved from Earth-That-Was, it was common to find cows, horses, chickens, and all sorts of wildlife on various different plants. It was the New West, where settlements were separated by planets at most times. The United States and the People’s Republic of China formed their own “capital” planets of Londinium and Sihnon respectively, forming the first of the Core worlds. These two planets grew rapidly and became the most populated and advanced societies in the new system, with an enlightened view of civilization. The main religion on both planets was Buddhism, with literacy high and an average lifespan of 120. Prostitution evolved to something strictly regulated, where Companion houses were established, and Companions were well schooled and trained in all arts, and often rose to social prominence once they retired.
And this is where the divide is very apparent. The Outer worlds resembled the old west, while the Core planets were the big cities. And as human nature dictates, some things are never enough. Pioneers left the crowded cities to try their luck in the newly formed societies out in the rim. Those on Outer worlds that wanted money got it by any means necessary. Those that didn’t live on planets made their lives on their ships, drifting from planet to planet. Some people became savage, some were just trying to make a living, and some were outrunning the law.
As tensions grew, fighting broke out between the pettiest of things, the Union of Allied Planets was established as a central government throughout the Core worlds. It started as an idealistic belief in a strong central government that would control every aspect of a person’s life, thinking that it could provide a better and safer life. Though Core worlds were taken in by the promises of sweeter pastures, those on Border and Rim worlds didn’t get the same nod in recognition. These planets were self-governed and regulated, since they had to be self-reliant to survive. They also had a good supply of resources that were outside the Alliance’s control. And so it was decided that every planet in the system would come under control of the Alliance, to make the whole universe regulated.
And the Outer worlds fought back.
The Unification War was one of the most devastating wars in human history. Spanning over five years, the Independents (aka Browncoats) fought tooth and nail against the Alliance on the ground and space. While the Alliance instituted a draft to muster its forces, the Independents relied solely on volunteers. It was apparent that the Alliance had the upperhand in numbers, weaponry, and provisions, but still the Independents did not go down without a fight. Most of the fighting took place on Boarder and Rim planets, the Core planets hardly getting a scratch, with the biggest battles being the Battle of Sturges and the Battle of Serenity Valley, both of which Malcolm Reynolds fought in. Though they fought hard, the Independents were forced to surrender, and the Alliance got what it wanted.
Life relatively went back to normal. Though the Alliance officially had jurisdiction over every Outer world, they only have full control over the Core worlds. Rather, they only care to have full control over the Core. The Core worlds have the better luxuries and richer population, being what can be considered the better life. The Alliance lacks the manpower to keep this same kind of control on the Outer worlds, so instead hire security firms to keep order and make sure the Alliance got the resources it needed.
But in this new order, one Firefly-class smuggling ship with two Browncoats, a pilot, a mercenary, a mechanic, a Companion, a preacher, and two siblings running from the Alliance can still find a living.
Personality:
What if Han Solo was the good captain?
Captain Malcolm “Mal” Reynolds is no clean-cut paragon of good and justice. In ME terms, Mal is one fair shot away from full out Renegade, minus the dope facial scarring. He will: take less than legal jobs, make off-color jokes at your expense, spit in your face, start bar fights, even shoot to kill if necessary. Hey, if someone tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back. He is a man who is willing to shoot first and ask questions later, all to get by in the ‘verse by his own means. So no, he is not an easy man to get along with at first glance, or even second glance. And he is our protagonist believe it or not.
He is also a man of many surprises. In spite of his many, many flaws and stubborness, Mal has an enormous capacity for compassion and nobility. It just happens to only come out in the open whenever it suits him. So much so that most times he comes off as contradicting. Harboring wanted fugitives (the Tam siblings) to a man of god (Shepherd Book), Mal is willing to look past the legality of a situation so long as it is morally sound. He refuses to work in slave trade, and instead steals from slavers as his way of enacting karmic justice. He’s willing to shoot to kill, but at the same time he’s more than willing to give a person a chance. Well, depending on what type of person they so happen to be. Judge of character comes into play heavily here.
As a former soldier, Mal is fiercely loyal to his crew. Each member, no matter their seniority, is guaranteed Mal’s protection, and an attack on any one of them is a personal attack on Mal. And because of his natural leadership, the crew is loyal to their captain in return. Of course, it doesn’t always come off that way, since he’s more than willing to joke around with his crew as he is to bring down the chain of command. He shares a personal relationship with each member and he tends to bring out the best and worst in all of them. While he can be gentle and fatherly towards Kaylee and sometimes River, he can share a strictly business relationship with Jayne, an old war buddy one with Zoe, and at often times hot and strained one with Inara. Which brings up the two relationships that bring out the best and worst in Man, Book and Inara. While he’s annoyed with Book’s preaching, he still cares for the old man and is willing to set aside his grievances with the Alliance in order to get him medical attention. He sits there and jokingly insults Inara’s profession as a Companion, calling her a whore constantly, yet when someone else does not respect her as a person, Mal immediately jumps to her defense.And let's not forget the very obvious feelings the two are too stubborn to ever admit.
His contradicting nature tends to draw in as much as frustrate, but in time people grow to love that about him. Mal trusts his crew as though they were his family.
An old soul in a ‘verse that’s trying to push him out, Mal is a broken and beaten down war vet who fought with the Independents for what he values most, his freedom. When he lost his freedom on the ground, he took to the sky on an old beat-up Firefly-class ship. He was a man of faith, a faith that burned in final hours of the Battle for Serenity Valley as his men were dying painfully from injuries and starvation. When the medical ship finally arrived, and Zoe uttered “Thank God,” Mal’s only response was “God? Whose color’s he flyin’?” His faith in God is dust now, and any reminder tends to make him uncomfortable, hence his initial distain to allowing a preacher on his boat. When the Alliance claimed victory over the Independents, Mal resigned himself to the loss and continued on with his life by becoming a self-employed smuggler that goes out of his way to avoid jobs from the government. In his words, governments are for getting in a man’s way. They take away people’s freedom, regulate them and control everything they can and cannot do, and the people do nothing to fight it since that lifestyle is comfortable to them. Even after their defeat, Mal insists he was on the right side. Mal holds a lot in people’s ability to do the right thing, having more faith in the individual than God or the government. The individual person is responsible for doing the right thing, and they don’t need something else telling them what’s right and what’s wrong.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitations:
Mal is incredibly normal, outside of his amazing charisma, a decent pilot, and being a good shot. He has some skill in diplomacy, but negotiations tend to fall apart if he gets heated. He also has some education, surprising to most everyone when he can recognize the work of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Inventory:
x1 Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B Pistol
x1 brown leather trench coat
x1 clothes on his back
Appearance: We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Samples
Log Sample:
The docking bay was emptied out by now, things were finally quiet, minus the familiar humming of the engines. Captain Malcolm Reynolds stood over the box in silence, staring down at the corpse that lined the coffin once again. After all that, Tracy was placed back in the box the same way he came out of it.
This time, however, he wasn’t getting back up.
The bullet wound stopped bleeding some time ago, but there was still time before Serenity landed on St. Albans. Tracy would get the proper burial from his family there, but for now the body would have to settle for the man who shot and killed him keeping watch.
’Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.’ One big joke of the ‘verse, wasn’t it, that the bullet would be Mal’s. But Tracy forfeited his life the moment he turned that gun on Kaylee. The private should have known better than anyone else the consequences for laying a hand on his crew.
“Sir.” Mal didn’t turn his head. He knew Zoe had been watching him for awhile now.
“We landing soon?”
“Yes sir. You’ll want your coat. And some clothes that don’t have his blood on them.” Letting out a breath, Mal walked out of the docking bay, still avoiding the gaze of his second in command. She was hurting just as much, but neither of them needed the reminder.
Network Sample:
Now don’t this reek of something fierce. [Stupid Alliance tech, never does make much sense. All he needs is a radio, and instead they go and tell him to use this piece of garbage. Everyone, meet the good captain.] Just as a clarification, I ain’t exactly a fan of getting knocked out, thrown on a shuttle, then shoved out the door with no rhyme or reason, no matter how many times it happens. ‘Least most well to do scumbags have the common courtesy of giving some reason to a kidnapping, even though that reason usually involves killing. [Still it’s a damned courtesy.]
Look, all I need to know are three things: where’s my boat, where’s my crew, and what’s the fastest way of getting off this rock? I ain’t exactly eager to find out why I’m here.
Name: Noah
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letmepickCharacter Info
Name: Malcolm Reynolds
Canon: Firefly
Age: 49*
*despite his birthdate being listed as September 20, 2468, many fans think this is a typo and the was intended to be 2486, which would make him 31. I’ll be going with what’s listed and chalk his younger appearance to future medical science being awesome.
Canon/AU/CR AU: Canon
Reference: Firefly Wiki article and Mal’s Wiki article
Canon Point: Post-The Message
World Information:
The show’s premise is literally “The Old West in Space.”
As far as the Earth-That-Was’s history goes, it seems pretty much on par with our own until we reach the “future.” The United States and People’s Republic of China became the two main superpowers, eventually forming the Union of Allied Planets some years in the future. As human population grew, the Earth’s natural resources were eventually depleted and the ecosystem was nearly destroyed. Joined together in a time of need and desperation, scientists from all over the planet worked together and found a new star system with dozens of planets and hundreds of moons, each with the capacity to be easily terraformed through some agricultural and scientific manipulation.
And so began the exodus, where every person on the planet boarded “arks” and began their long and taxing journey toward their new home. And when I say long, I mean it: a whole generation was born and died without ever leaving the ships. Life became routine on the ships, without sight of anything of interest. There wasn’t even the discovery of extra-terrestrials to change up the game. Since there were so many different nationalities onboard the arks, lines began to blur in one giant melting pot. Traditions were pick and choose, with English and Mandarin became the dominant languages spoken. It's not uncommon for someone to slip in a few Mandarin cusses under their breath.
Finally, after so many years trapped, the settlers finally found the promised lands. Some things survived through the generations of the Earth-That-Was. Poetry, some literature, legends of ancient civilizations, and priceless artifacts. But on the whole, what was doesn’t have much to do with what’s now.
Though each planet was different in environment, people settled into their new lives rather well. With animals and plants preserved from Earth-That-Was, it was common to find cows, horses, chickens, and all sorts of wildlife on various different plants. It was the New West, where settlements were separated by planets at most times. The United States and the People’s Republic of China formed their own “capital” planets of Londinium and Sihnon respectively, forming the first of the Core worlds. These two planets grew rapidly and became the most populated and advanced societies in the new system, with an enlightened view of civilization. The main religion on both planets was Buddhism, with literacy high and an average lifespan of 120. Prostitution evolved to something strictly regulated, where Companion houses were established, and Companions were well schooled and trained in all arts, and often rose to social prominence once they retired.
And this is where the divide is very apparent. The Outer worlds resembled the old west, while the Core planets were the big cities. And as human nature dictates, some things are never enough. Pioneers left the crowded cities to try their luck in the newly formed societies out in the rim. Those on Outer worlds that wanted money got it by any means necessary. Those that didn’t live on planets made their lives on their ships, drifting from planet to planet. Some people became savage, some were just trying to make a living, and some were outrunning the law.
As tensions grew, fighting broke out between the pettiest of things, the Union of Allied Planets was established as a central government throughout the Core worlds. It started as an idealistic belief in a strong central government that would control every aspect of a person’s life, thinking that it could provide a better and safer life. Though Core worlds were taken in by the promises of sweeter pastures, those on Border and Rim worlds didn’t get the same nod in recognition. These planets were self-governed and regulated, since they had to be self-reliant to survive. They also had a good supply of resources that were outside the Alliance’s control. And so it was decided that every planet in the system would come under control of the Alliance, to make the whole universe regulated.
And the Outer worlds fought back.
The Unification War was one of the most devastating wars in human history. Spanning over five years, the Independents (aka Browncoats) fought tooth and nail against the Alliance on the ground and space. While the Alliance instituted a draft to muster its forces, the Independents relied solely on volunteers. It was apparent that the Alliance had the upperhand in numbers, weaponry, and provisions, but still the Independents did not go down without a fight. Most of the fighting took place on Boarder and Rim planets, the Core planets hardly getting a scratch, with the biggest battles being the Battle of Sturges and the Battle of Serenity Valley, both of which Malcolm Reynolds fought in. Though they fought hard, the Independents were forced to surrender, and the Alliance got what it wanted.
Life relatively went back to normal. Though the Alliance officially had jurisdiction over every Outer world, they only have full control over the Core worlds. Rather, they only care to have full control over the Core. The Core worlds have the better luxuries and richer population, being what can be considered the better life. The Alliance lacks the manpower to keep this same kind of control on the Outer worlds, so instead hire security firms to keep order and make sure the Alliance got the resources it needed.
But in this new order, one Firefly-class smuggling ship with two Browncoats, a pilot, a mercenary, a mechanic, a Companion, a preacher, and two siblings running from the Alliance can still find a living.
Personality:
What if Han Solo was the good captain?
Captain Malcolm “Mal” Reynolds is no clean-cut paragon of good and justice. In ME terms, Mal is one fair shot away from full out Renegade, minus the dope facial scarring. He will: take less than legal jobs, make off-color jokes at your expense, spit in your face, start bar fights, even shoot to kill if necessary. Hey, if someone tries to kill you, you try to kill ‘em right back. He is a man who is willing to shoot first and ask questions later, all to get by in the ‘verse by his own means. So no, he is not an easy man to get along with at first glance, or even second glance. And he is our protagonist believe it or not.
“You don't know me, son, so let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.”
He is also a man of many surprises. In spite of his many, many flaws and stubborness, Mal has an enormous capacity for compassion and nobility. It just happens to only come out in the open whenever it suits him. So much so that most times he comes off as contradicting. Harboring wanted fugitives (the Tam siblings) to a man of god (Shepherd Book), Mal is willing to look past the legality of a situation so long as it is morally sound. He refuses to work in slave trade, and instead steals from slavers as his way of enacting karmic justice. He’s willing to shoot to kill, but at the same time he’s more than willing to give a person a chance. Well, depending on what type of person they so happen to be. Judge of character comes into play heavily here.
As a former soldier, Mal is fiercely loyal to his crew. Each member, no matter their seniority, is guaranteed Mal’s protection, and an attack on any one of them is a personal attack on Mal. And because of his natural leadership, the crew is loyal to their captain in return. Of course, it doesn’t always come off that way, since he’s more than willing to joke around with his crew as he is to bring down the chain of command. He shares a personal relationship with each member and he tends to bring out the best and worst in all of them. While he can be gentle and fatherly towards Kaylee and sometimes River, he can share a strictly business relationship with Jayne, an old war buddy one with Zoe, and at often times hot and strained one with Inara. Which brings up the two relationships that bring out the best and worst in Man, Book and Inara. While he’s annoyed with Book’s preaching, he still cares for the old man and is willing to set aside his grievances with the Alliance in order to get him medical attention. He sits there and jokingly insults Inara’s profession as a Companion, calling her a whore constantly, yet when someone else does not respect her as a person, Mal immediately jumps to her defense.
Inara: You have a strange sense of nobility, Captain. You'll lay a man out for implying I'm a whore, but you keep calling me one to my face.
Mal: I might not show respect to your job, but he didn't respect you. That's the difference. Inara, he doesn't even see you.
Mal: I might not show respect to your job, but he didn't respect you. That's the difference. Inara, he doesn't even see you.
His contradicting nature tends to draw in as much as frustrate, but in time people grow to love that about him. Mal trusts his crew as though they were his family.
An old soul in a ‘verse that’s trying to push him out, Mal is a broken and beaten down war vet who fought with the Independents for what he values most, his freedom. When he lost his freedom on the ground, he took to the sky on an old beat-up Firefly-class ship. He was a man of faith, a faith that burned in final hours of the Battle for Serenity Valley as his men were dying painfully from injuries and starvation. When the medical ship finally arrived, and Zoe uttered “Thank God,” Mal’s only response was “God? Whose color’s he flyin’?” His faith in God is dust now, and any reminder tends to make him uncomfortable, hence his initial distain to allowing a preacher on his boat. When the Alliance claimed victory over the Independents, Mal resigned himself to the loss and continued on with his life by becoming a self-employed smuggler that goes out of his way to avoid jobs from the government. In his words, governments are for getting in a man’s way. They take away people’s freedom, regulate them and control everything they can and cannot do, and the people do nothing to fight it since that lifestyle is comfortable to them. Even after their defeat, Mal insists he was on the right side. Mal holds a lot in people’s ability to do the right thing, having more faith in the individual than God or the government. The individual person is responsible for doing the right thing, and they don’t need something else telling them what’s right and what’s wrong.
Inara: You're always breaking the rules, no matter which society you're in! You don't get along with ordinary criminals either, which is why you're constantly getting in trouble!
Mal: You think following the rules will buy you a nice life, even if the rules make you a slave.
Mal: You think following the rules will buy you a nice life, even if the rules make you a slave.
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitations:
Mal is incredibly normal, outside of his amazing charisma, a decent pilot, and being a good shot. He has some skill in diplomacy, but negotiations tend to fall apart if he gets heated. He also has some education, surprising to most everyone when he can recognize the work of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
Inventory:
x1 Moses Brothers Self-Defense Engine Frontier Model B Pistol
x1 brown leather trench coat
x1 clothes on his back
Appearance: We are just too pretty for God to let us die.
Samples
Log Sample:
The docking bay was emptied out by now, things were finally quiet, minus the familiar humming of the engines. Captain Malcolm Reynolds stood over the box in silence, staring down at the corpse that lined the coffin once again. After all that, Tracy was placed back in the box the same way he came out of it.
This time, however, he wasn’t getting back up.
The bullet wound stopped bleeding some time ago, but there was still time before Serenity landed on St. Albans. Tracy would get the proper burial from his family there, but for now the body would have to settle for the man who shot and killed him keeping watch.
’Everybody dies, Tracey. Someone's carryin' a bullet for you right now, doesn't even know it. The trick is, die of old age before it finds you.’ One big joke of the ‘verse, wasn’t it, that the bullet would be Mal’s. But Tracy forfeited his life the moment he turned that gun on Kaylee. The private should have known better than anyone else the consequences for laying a hand on his crew.
“Sir.” Mal didn’t turn his head. He knew Zoe had been watching him for awhile now.
“We landing soon?”
“Yes sir. You’ll want your coat. And some clothes that don’t have his blood on them.” Letting out a breath, Mal walked out of the docking bay, still avoiding the gaze of his second in command. She was hurting just as much, but neither of them needed the reminder.
Network Sample:
Now don’t this reek of something fierce. [Stupid Alliance tech, never does make much sense. All he needs is a radio, and instead they go and tell him to use this piece of garbage. Everyone, meet the good captain.] Just as a clarification, I ain’t exactly a fan of getting knocked out, thrown on a shuttle, then shoved out the door with no rhyme or reason, no matter how many times it happens. ‘Least most well to do scumbags have the common courtesy of giving some reason to a kidnapping, even though that reason usually involves killing. [Still it’s a damned courtesy.]
Look, all I need to know are three things: where’s my boat, where’s my crew, and what’s the fastest way of getting off this rock? I ain’t exactly eager to find out why I’m here.
