<H5>Profile:</H5>
Name: Kage -unknown-
Status: Active
Age: 37 when sentenced
Length: 1,82 m.
Weight: 82 kilograms
Eye colour: Blue




<H5>Kage's Story:</H5>
Kage, also called 'Classic' in -The Last Chancers- because of the way he got into the team, is your typical brute: strong, fierce, stubborn. All the things a thug really is, and above all of that, he also loves to have a drink or two.

***

One evening, after a day's hard work at his mining duty - 12 hour shifts - he decided to have a drink at the local tavern where he was a regular, never knowing this would be his last drink for a long long time to come...

At the bar, Kage had just finished his fourth 'Snake's Belly' when he realised he was being pushed against the bardesk, landing on the floor with shattered glass spilling all over him. Before he could stand up, a boot smacked him across the chin, sending blood across the floor and immediately a punch followed which found its mark between his ribs. Half drunk, Kage managed to find his footing and found his accusator; a short, fat man with tattooed arms staring at him.

SMACK!

The stubby little fat man was lying on the floor with a broken nose and a shattered eye - Kage had striked. No mercy. Before he could collect his thoughts two local free-men (guards) grabbed Kage and sent him reeling across the tavern floor where a third one sent a kick to knock him unconsciouss.

***

When he woke up he quickly realized that he was surrounded by four plain steel walls with no visible escape in sight. Whoever had brought him here had stripped him naked and left him lying on the cold and wet floor - his body was acing more than he believed he'd been beaten at the tavern, and he was sure whoever was behind this had given him a real going before dumping him here. Wherever 'here' was.

His future was secured, he would serve in -The Last Chancers-.



Note: Nobody knows why he was sent away or for what reasons. Many believe that the locals simply wanted to get rid of him - he was regularly seen fighting somebody - and that a conspiracy had brought him to the last place any human-being wanted to be: in -The Last Chancers-.

<H5>Profile:</H5>
Name: Franx Miltz
Status: Active
Age: 28 when sentenced
Length: 1,76 m.
Weight: 80 kilograms
Eye colour: Green




<H5>Franx's story:</H5>
'Puppet' Franx is, as his nickname suggests, a puppet to the society he was born into to. He was the youngest of three boys, always doing what he was told to do and obviously this led to a lot of trouble - he never seemed to learn from his mistakes.

***

"Oi, boy!" yelled his superviser. He'd chosen the boring job because his parents wanted him to follow their steps - his older borthers Tralx and Harx hadn't - so he gave in and was now permanently tormented by this small, fatty superviser.

He did 'filing'.

"Get up and bring me something to drink and will you finish those two cases!?" The supervisers dark, deep voice didn't help Franx hate him even more.

He did as he was told, as always, and brought the drink he'd been asked to bring and went back to the two cases he was busy putting onto paper and filing them. He did 'lawyer filing': Putting criminals' cases in order before they went on trial. Oh how he hated the job!

"...and, Franx, you won't be going home before you finish those two cases. Understood?" The superviser completed his sentence with a wide smile on his face, but Franx never turned to face him, a big smile of his own stamped all over his face.

He went for the door.

"Now!" yelled the superviser while rising from his leather chair; or at least he tried getting up - his legs were paralyzed.

Franx shot shut the door and headed off to nowhere especially, still a big fat smile on his face. The screams faded as he walked away from the door he would not see again, ever again.

***

The superviser was a mighty man and when he was found dead on his desk, paralyzed from throat and downwards (still alive but un-moveable), the company went after the perpetrator. Who it could be nobody knew, and nobody thought of going and getting Franx, he was the shy one and nobody expected him to have done it.

Franx was caught at the flight in-check, where the he was scanned for eventual weapons, chemicals or anything that might harm another civilization. His hands were full of the most dangerous chemical on his planet called 'Thremnixall'. The superviser happened to have been killed by that chemical.

He was first sentenced to death but the court declared the crime one step down in the criminal-process and sent him to a prison. From the prison he would be sent to another, smaller, prison where he was to serve his time - until he proved he was good enough to be freed.

-The Last Chancers- were waiting for him.

<H5>Profile:</H5>
Name: Mallory Blire
Status: Active
Age: 35 when sentenced
Length: 1,89 m.
Weight: 90 kilograms
Eye colour: Black/Green




<H5>Mallory's Story</H5>
When you're born big and strong you'll probably end up in situations where your strength is needed. Mallory was a brute-case. As young he was well respected by his peers but ended up in several fights which earned him some scars across his face and body - the one that scares people the most when they confront him is his latest wound, the one reaching from above his left eye down all the way to the middle of his lip. His lip has never been able to heal prperly which has left him with a split lip. His nose was broken but healed fairly well but was left with a small white line which gives the wound a "break" on his face.

***

The bat hit him in the back when he was lying on the concrete. He tried to stand up but his legs wouldn't lend him any help, so he was left lying on the cold floot. The usual assaulter was his night-man, the guard whose job it was to keep him apart from the rest of the inmates, but he found some sort of glory in the way of beating the hell out of him, night in, night out. In the mornings Mallory couldn't get out of his cell to eat which left him with even less strength to recover.

The next evening and night would be the same, or so it seemed to Mallory, but the guard who stepped in his cell was another person, not the one who liked to beat him. Maybe he had gotten another, better post, thought Mallory, or he was simply flown away from his prison. Had he been the cause of his departure?
Mallory smiles at the thought as the new person stepped closer to him, not at all at ease - Mallory had a reputation of attacking anyone who showed they were about to cause him harm. The new person was swetting though why should he, Mallory thought, as he was only a beaten blue lump on the floor. He smiled inwards at the thought of his reputaion, which seemed to flow all over the place without him having to do much. Mallory was respected and feared.

"Take it easy now" the new guard said as he stepped nex tto Mallory to grab him by the arm. "I'll bring you to the-" but before he could finish his sentence, he felt his throat under pressure: Mallory was holding him by the throat.
"Bring me to 'him'", Mallory uttered still holding the new guard by the throat. "If you don't, I'll rip your throat out of your body and I'll eat it as lunch." The new guard could only nod.

Mallory knew this would lead to his death, unless he managed to escape, but that was unlikely to happen. He simply wanted to kill the gurad who'd tormented him for these past three weeks.
The new guard brought Mallory to the old one, sitting by another cell holding his beloved bat - the one he'd had to taste for so many hours. He shot up from his chair when he saw Mallory being dragged by the other guard.
"Why are you bringing him here, Mathius?" he asked the new guard.
"I thought you'd finish what you started for so many weeks ago" he said, still feeling the pain in his throat. He also knew there was his knife under Mallory's garments.
"Well, you know, I would love to finsih him off but the master said I had to keep away from him, for a while anyway." He smiled at Mallory, who stood only two paces away from him, and took one step closer to him. "But even he isn't worth me being kicked, is he?" He let a burst of laughter but was cut short with a knife through his ribs, through the only gap in his armour - just under the ribcases.
"You son of a-" the new guard was about to say but was head-kicked and flew against the far-end wall. Mallory flew on top him with his fist around his throat.
"Now, the keyes, you filthy rat!" He spit him in the face and took the keyes Mathius gave him. "Tell the master I did him a favour," he said and was gone before Mathius could regain his senses.

***

Mathius did eventually escape the prison but was caught one week thereafter. He took pride in the fact that he'd been able to escape from the force for so long and now all he wanted was to get rid of it - he wished for the end so dearly. It never came.
"I'll sned you to hell" the master told him, a smirk on his old face. "There you'll serve the whole mankind some sort of retribution, you filthy scum!" Mallory on smiled at him.
"What can be worse than what I've been through, Dex?" He spat on the floor.
"-The Last Chancers-" Dex finished, laughing at his own words.