Caleb Moore
Name: Caleb Moore
Rank: Airman (700)
Class: Combat-Survival
Level: 2
Credits 1385
Age Biological: 25 Spent 24 in cryo.
Gender Male
Energy 2
Durability 0
Maneuverability 1
Hacking -1
Computer -2
PSI Unit 1
Robotics -2
Engine 0
Stat points 89
Charisma 1
Intuition 1
Handiwork -1
Conventional 2
Unconventional 0
Exotic 0
General Knowledge -1
Auxiliary -1
Skill points 89
GK use left No
"Dear FSM, this is gonna suck." —Caleb Moore

Player: cuisinart8

Personal Information

Caleb Moore was born on the world of Dashta, a small, sparsely-populated planet only remarkable due to its Earth-like ecosystem and position on a moderately well-traveled trade route to the Core Worlds. He had a typical childhood for one of the middle-class inhabitants of the planet, living in a small apartment in the capital with his parents. His father was a member of the planetary defense force, and his mother an employee of a major shipping company. He decided early on that he wanted to follow in his father's footsteps, and enlisted in the PDF as soon as he was eligible. Apparently, the brass thought he showed some promise, and within a few years he managed to ascend to the rank of Corporal. Everything was going well, it seemed.
One day, however, everything went wrong. A major terrorist attack rocked the capital, and the perpetrators were able to escape. The PDF, enraged at the audacity of the attackers, put all their resources towards stopping them before they could lose their pursuers. Eventually, the terrorists were cornered at one of their forward bases, on a barren, airless rock a few systems away called Anba. Caleb's platoon was one of the units sent to attack them. When they entered the compound, their communications cut out and they were ambushed. Caleb and his comrades fought hard, but one by one they died. Caleb was one of the only survivors.
The entire mission was a complete failure, and High Command needed someone to take the blame. Unfortunately for Caleb, he was one of the handful of survivors of the battle, and he, along with a few others, was made into a scapegoat. Eager to put the defeat behind them and forget it ever happened, High Command decided to send the "traitors" to Tartarus instead of imprisoning them planetside.

Caleb is a short, somewhat stocky man at about 5'3", and if Dashta had possessed a large armored force he likely would have joined it instead of the infantry. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and cut in a military-style buzzcut.. He wears a short, neatly trimmed beard now that he is no longer subject to military regulations. He still has a scar running along his forehead that was caused by a grazing hit from shrapnel during the Battle of Anba.


Caleb is an easy-going man when not on missions. Before the Battle of Anba he liked to get to know his fellow soldiers, but now is much more introverted, as he doesn't want to have to go through the pain of watching dozens of close friends die again. He is still open to friendships, however, but one might need to work a bit to get him to open up. During missions, he gets his "game face" on and is much more professional and curt, preferring to get the job done quickly and safely. He has some distrust of reconnaissance and command units, as poor intel got his platoon killed and his previous commanders threw him to Tartarus to save their reputations. Even so, his military training and conditioning still make him quick to follow orders, and he still respects commanders who lead in combat.

Reason your character got REKT

Caleb was made a scapegoat for the loss of his platoon and shipped to Tartarus to try and get the incident out of the news as quickly as possible.



Bought Ship Equipment

Infantry Gear


  • Music Egg sold by Grandpa Kiibar on Fuhodo
  • Human medkit sold by Grandpa Kiibar on Fuhodo

Additional Knowledge

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