[CHAR] The Altenian Nexus - Accepting

[Lady Absinthia]

Silvia Adenias

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Silvia Adenias

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Character Summary

Name: Silvia Adenias
Aliases: Sil, Angel
Age: 21
Race: Human(Earth Born)
Gender: Female
Ranking: T-1
Crystal: Bonded Black Crystal
Languages: Earth Common, GTC Common, Altenian Common

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Appearance

Height: 5'0"
Weight: 95 lbs
Build: Thin form, some curves, some cut
Eyes: Pale grey blue eyes
Hair: Ebony with white streaks framing her face
Skin Tone: Fair peach skin
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: T-1 Ranking brand at the base of her skull
Personal Style: There really is no style when it comes to clothing but Silvia does prefer the clothing of Earth over the uniforms of the GTC. Bodysuits that are meant to be worked in; made of leathers and boots, though when controlling a tower or off duty she can usually be found in simple silken gowns and ballet shoes. T-1's are expected to wear high end clothing representative of their ranking and position of power; Silvia cannot stand them and will only wear these when she is forced to.

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Psychology

Caring * Stubborn * Compassionate * Opinionated

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Though small of stature and build, her personality is larger than life. She is quick to temper and does not put up with idiocy on any level. Never backing down from a fight, she has been known on more than one occasion to climb up on the closest item she can find to be able to stand eye to eye to those she is berating. If nothing can be found, she is not above using her Telekinesis to lift herself up to their level. She doesn’t care how small she may be, she will not be looked down on.
Habits: Biting her bottom lip, pulling chairs out to stand in so she can stand eye to eye to speak with people she is yelling at
Hobbies: Crystal Enhanced Bio-limb replacement
Fears:

• Suffocation
• Crystal Song Madness
• Being Buried Alive

Likes:

• Reading
• Land Speeder Driving
• Ice Skating
• Food, Glorious Food
• Music
• Relaxing

Dislikes:

• Xenophobes
• Arrogance
• Neanderthal Mentality
• Most other T-1's
• Narrow-mindedness
• 48 Hour Tower Shifts

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Swimming
• Climbing
• Craft Operations
• Agility
• Perfect Pitch
• Balance

GTC Skills:

• Crystal Singing
• Mental Combat and Defense
• Telepathy
• Telekinesis
• Tower Running
• Crystal Bonding And Use
• GTC Bureaucracy

Possessions:

• Black Crystal
• Earth Clothing
• Silk Gowns
• Ballet Flats
• GTC Files

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History

Silvia is the sole survivor of a rock slide that happened during a horrid down pour and took out her small village. She was a but three years of age when it occurred and trapped beneath the rubble, screaming out with both her voice and mind she nearly deafened the rescue crew who had long lost hope of ever finding a survivor. Slowly the rubble was removed with the help of local Talents and Silvia was pulled from the wreckage. It has left her with a horrible fear of enclosed spaces. Even tower work becomes confining after a time and she has been known to sneak out so she can see an open sky with no barriers.

Taken in by GTC and raised by Tower Lead Crisin, she flourished in her training but dealt with bullying from the other students, some because of her abilities, and others because of her size. This wore on her over the years but she eventually toughened up and developed a thick skin and a sharp tongue because of it. Today she no longer cowers when someone decides to make a quip about her; she faces them head on and will not back down. Forcing various confrontations due to a word here or there, she has learned to fight using her Talents. This is something that is usually discouraged with Talents outside of the military but exceptions are made for those that are training to be a Tower Lead, they cannot risk one of the few to succumb to a simple fight and be left in the infirmary.

Once Silvia completed her training, she was moved from one Tower to another throughout the Galaxy, in hopes they would find one they thought she could handle. She could handle all they threw at her, the crews could not. She was soon sent back to Earth and Crisin was instructed to tame her. It took years but Silvia eventually was able to pull back slightly but in the end, she was who she was. There was nothing else to be done for it.

GTC had invested too much time and money into Silvia and now she has been shipped off to Altenia to train under Tower lead Tristan and then to be moved to Basti tower out in one of the most hostile areas in the galaxy that has sent many a Talent packing because they surrounding planets refused to stop feuding over the resources therein.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Don't underestimate me because of my size"
Theme Song: Wish I Had An Angel - Nightwish
Anything Else: Previous Campaign Under My Old Afina Account - Shattering The Crystal Silence

[Pundii]

Tom Fisher

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Tom Fisher

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Character Summary

Name: Thomas Jacob Fisher
Aliases: Tom, Chief
Age: 28
Race: Human (Mars Born)
Gender: Male
Rank: T-4
Crystal: Yellow Crystal
Languages: Earth Common, GTC Common, Altenian Common

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Appearance

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 195lbs
Build: Muscular, Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Dark Blonde
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Shrapnel scars along left arm and torso
Personal Style: When he's on duty and around the tower, Tom is generally seen in his security uniform, a deep navy blue combat BDU with brown fingerless gloves and boots. However, when he's off duty and in a more private setting, Tom is generally more content with simple clothes, t-shirts and jeans, or at the most a nice pair of trousers and a buttoned shirt. He is generally fairly relaxed with his personal style, and has been noted to wander around in his workout gear from time to time, or even pajamas.

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Psychology

Professional * Isolated * Humble * Distrusting

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Tom generally puts his work before all other things. A workaholic of sorts, he rarely spares time for personal exploits, and can be more often be found in his room on a friday night doing paperwork or whatever could classify for work, as opposed to going to a bar or out with coworkers. An incredibly professional and disciplined person, Tom is not exactly a stickler for regulation, but he sticks to it more than others, and knows how to maintain a professional attitude.

Tom is a very humble individual, and very rarely speaks highly of himself, or even really accepts praise, reward, or compliment that he believes is undue. He is not self-deprecating to any degree, and is aware of his skills and achievements, but he refuses to be boastful, or even prideful. Unfortunately, partially due to some past trauma, Tom isolates himself from others generally, and is reluctant to engage in meaningful conversation or relationships with those he meets. It is difficult to crack the surface with Tom, but there is much beneath to be found.
Habits: Knuckle Cracking, Morning run around the perimeter of the tower every day at 6AM
Hobbies: Cooking, Running
Fears:

• Loud Noises (Explosions, Fireworks)
• Falling
• Tight, Enclosed Spaces

Likes:

• Music
• Watching old movies
• Cats
• Long drives/flights
• Cold Weather
• Helping Others

Dislikes:

• Laziness
• Crowds
• Nosey people
• Arrogance
• Relaxing
• Easy Work

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Piloting (Small Craft)
• Running
• Climbing
• Swimming
• Maintenance (Basic vehicle)
• Driving

GTC Skills:

• Pistols
• Rifles
• Hand-to-Hand
• Leadership (Military/Security)
• Emergency Search & Rescue
• Basic Telekinesis
• Crystal-enhanced Demolitions

Possessions:

• Black Cat named "Winston"
• Workout Equipment/Gear
• Military Dress Uniform - Never Worn
• A few pairs of casual clothes
• Guitar
• Collection of old photos, mostly military
• Dim Yellow Crystal
• Medal for Valour
• Titan Industries PDS-7
• Dragonfly Speeder Bike

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History

Born to a rural colonist family on Mars, Tom did not have a particularly big exposure to the world when he was quite young, and his ability as a Talent was not properly recognized until he'd begun his education. Taken in by GTC, his training began. Tom did not particularly struggle with his training, but he certainly did not flourish either, the abilities of a Talent did not come wholly easily to him, and he had to truly work to be able to make use of his Talents. The Talents he did pick up, and rather easily compared to others, were those surrounding fighting.

Tom got involved in plenty of fights with his fellow students, generally bigger ones who were picking on the smaller students or the slower learners, he disliked bullies and liked to show it by kicking their ass, both with and without his Talents. There was no doubt that considering this, Tom would go on to join the military, and he did so immediately after his training was completed. His own military training went far more smoothly than his Talent education, already an active and fit individual, Tom picked up the more military aspects, including weaponry and combat, like a natural.

Due to his significant aptitude, combined with his position as a Talent of reasonable ability, Tom was placed in charge of a unit of HADST (High Orbit Drop Shock Troopers), a special forces unit which specialized in rapid deployment, and engagement behind enemy lines. Tom spent the next six years of his life on numerous operations, serving with relative distinction against insurrectionist and hostile alien fighters across many worlds. The operation for which Tom would become best known for, would also happen to be his last.

The mission was a high-risk one, Tom and his unit were deployed with a T1-ranked Talent on the planet of Robor, one which was predominantly under the control of Separatists. The remaining GTC military forces on the planet were protecting a number of civilians, but had no way to evacuate, as the towers were under Separatist control, and so their ships could not leave the system. Tom and his unit pushed deep into enemy lines to take the tower, and held it while the Talent helped the civilians and troops escape. By the time evac arrived for their team, Tom was the only survivor of the mission, and he was awarded an esteemed medal of valour for his efforts.

Retiring from active service shortly after, Tom had little idea of what he was going to do for work, as his military pension would only support him so far. He decided to take up an offer from the GTC to lead a security team at the tower on Altenia. Figuring it would be a welcome change of pace, and a far more relaxing job, he took it.

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Extras

Character Quote: "You get hurt, hurt 'em back, you get killed, walk it off."
Theme Song: Of Monsters and Men - Winter Sound
Anything Else:

DTB Intro

Jeremy Bennet

Location: The Block Party
Interacting With: Detective Gregory @Lady Amalthea

Jeremy hated parties where he didn't know anybody. He hated parties where he didn't quite feel like he fit in. Hell, Jeremy really just hated parties, the music, the drinks, the conversation, the people, the setting, all of it, it was all just so... Normal. Jeremy well and truly hated how dull the past few months had been since he got out of prison, no gunfights, no scaling cliff-faces or spelunking ancient temples and archaeological gold-mines for loot, none of that. Instead, he got this. A block party, at a place he'd only moved into a week or two ago, he still had barely anything in his apartment, a TV, computers, and boxes of files and parchments with the occasional trinket. A block party where he was standing alone, in a cheap pair of nicer trousers and shoes, a buttoned blue shirt and a black sweater, sipping a beer.

Normal.

The thought bit at Jeremy's ears like an eager lover looking for attention, prompting the man to take a long drink of the beer in his hand, and turn over the coin in his hand. It was a Spanish Doubloon, 18th Century, a good luck charm he'd picked up on one of his first expeditions in Mexico. He carried it with him everywhere, counted it as explanation for his immense luck, and if it wasn't good for that, it was at the very least good as a conversation starter. However that evening it was certainly seeming to be good for a whole lot of nothing. No conversation had been started, no luck had been needed, and all Jeremy had done up to that point was stand there, drink, shift the coin between his fingers and watch everyone that was there. He was only there because he figured it would seem odd if he was not, and because he knew who would be there, the woman he'd discovered was the partner of the deceased Peyton.

He set his eyes on her, JD Mason, he'd done a little research, knew she worked for Channel four and lived in one of the apartments next door, and that she had been Peyton's partner... That was about it. He was really rushing through this whole thing, but he didn't particularly want to miss out like he had a few years ago in Mexico City. He was about to move over when a figure passed right in front of him and picked up a drink, murmuring something about 'Parasites'. It didn't take Jeremy too long to piece things together, this was the detective who'd been speaking to the journalists and reporters, he'd looked into him as well, though didn't know a great deal in relation to him, either.

Deciding to put off approaching Mason, Jeremy moved after the detective and quickly finished his beer, replacing it one from the table that the detective had grabbed his own drink from, popping the cap off and glancing over to him with as charming of a smirk as he could produce. "Not a fan of the press, Detective?" He played off his comment in the most lax manner that he was able, simply trying to start a conversation for now, if he was going to get any information out of the Detective, he was going to have to butter him up first, after all. He just hoped something would happen that would let him do something other than mingle, other than getting information. It was the right setting, the right time, something had to happen.

Anything but normality.

*By submitting this CS I am stating I have read the rules and agree to follow them without problem.

[Morose]

Tryke Lockley

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Tryke Lockley

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Character Summary

Name: Tryke Lockley
Aliases: Lock, Trykley
Age: 23
Race: Human (Born on Venus)
Gender: Female
Rank: T-5
Crystal: Blue
Languages: GTC Common, Altenian Common, Venusian Common

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Appearance

Height: 5'6"
Weight: 168 pounds
Build: Athletic, more on the skinny side
Eyes: Amber
Hair: Blue, with soft purple tint
Skin Tone: Fair
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: A tattoo on her upper right cheek, appearing to be three hexagons together
Personal Style: Tryke definitely dresses for the job she wants -- and it happens to be the one she has. A blue jumpsuit of sorts with a tool belt on her hips, Tryke has mustard yellow gloves that seem to be always covered in something. When she's off the job, her outfit hardly changes -- she trades in the jumpsuit for a tank top, jeans, and a mechanic's jacket. A few tools usually stick out of her pocket, and no matter what she's doing, she always has the same pair of glasses on her forehead. While they may look like sunglasses, they help her see different frequencies of waves -- infared, gamma rays, and so forth -- when she's working. She also always wears the same pair of clunky brown boots.

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Psychology

Confident * Skeptical * Resourceful * Short Fused

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Understanding machines a bit better than people, she expects a lot out of everyone she meets. In a way, Tryke looks for perfection, and attempts to create it in her own life. When perfection is impossible (as it normally is), she becomes quite angry, throwing herself at the problem until it is solved--no matter the mental strain. Everything has to follow the rules of logic and order, and failure, certainly, is not an option.

However, from her immense drive comes some better qualities: resourcefulness. Clever and able to look around the obvious, Tryke can come up with ten options where most people can only think of five. She is always looking for another way around an obstacle, and sometimes, she prefers the clever way to the easy way. Every possibility is thoroughly examined, and she's a skeptic at heart. To her, anything can be thought out logically -- and when it can't, there's a fuse about to be blown.

Habits: Wiping her forehead when her hands are covered in grease, oil, and such; chewing on pens; zoning out when people are talking; tapping her fingers
Hobbies: Running, sketching designs, building very tiny robots, stargazing
Fears:

• Drowning
• Losing control of her body
• Being stranded on a planet

Likes: Minimal 6

• Structure and order
• Mathematical and scientific relationships
• Old science fiction novels
• Jogging
• Driving
• Experiments

Dislikes: Minimal 6

• Machines that just won't cooperate // impossible to fix
• Newcomers to the tower
• Incompetency
• Freeze dried rations
• Relationships within the tower
• Doing nothing (wasting time)

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Cards On The Table

General Skills:

• Running
• Drawing
• Driving
• Climbing
• Endurance
• High pain tolerance

GTC Skills:

• Telekinesis
• Mechanical & Electrical Repairs
• Managing the other repair people
• Knowledge of the mines and ships used by the GTC
• Knowledge of physics
• Crystal Mining Equipment repair

Possessions:

• Sketch pad and pencils
• Wires and circuitry
• Star charts and maps
• Running shoes
• Tattered copies of Ender's Game, Lathe of Heaven and 1984
• Blue crystal
• Photographs of her mother, father, and home
• Scanner-Glasses
• Casual Clothing: Jeans, tank top, and mechanic's jacket

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History

Tryke's great-grandparents were prominent scientists, largely responsible for a good portion of the terraforming of Venus. With the atmosphere no longer hostile to humans, large cities were erected, with most of them sealing the inhabitants inside. The planet still remains largely poisonous, but Tryke's mother, an environmental scientists, is helping to lead efforts to help tame the planet. Tryke was born a few years after her parents married, her father working as a laborer.

When she was young, Tryke was always fascinated with technology. Broken machines seemed to find their way to her, and she would fix them with ease. Eventually, other people on Venus came to her on a regular basis, helping to hone her unique talent with fixing things. She understood machines in a way she couldn't exactly understand people--she could find the problem and fix it. It was simple, and it was logical. And while Tryke did have minor telekinesis, she often just used it in order to have a steadier "hand" when doing her repairs.

At age sixteen, the GTC began to train her. She learned how to enhance her abilities through crystals, using the energy they provided to quickly locate trouble areas in larger machines than the little wind-up toys she fixed at a young age. The GTC quickly knew that Tryke would serve nicely as a repair specialist, despite that field being dominated by men. Eventually, by the end of her training, Tryke was able to quickly locate the problem in massive spacecraft, and with the aid of her crystal, repair it in minutes.

Given her great potential in repair, the GTC sent Tryke out to Altenia, a location ripe with black crystals. It made sense--in order to harvest the maximum amount of crystals, all of the equipment and the mines would need to be functioning properly. Tryke was just the person to fulfill that particular task.

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Extras

Character Quote: "I can fix about anything but a person-- so please, don't cry all over me."
Theme Song: Almost Human - Voltaire
Anything Else: Darker Than Black

*By submitting this CS I am stating I have read the rules and agree to follow them without problem.

[Lady Absinthia]

GM Controlled NPC's

*These Npcs Cs's have not been reworked to fit the current on and are only there as a general descriptor sine that are not main characters. Figured it would be best to give everyone a little bit for some of the NPC's and such. Will add more to this post as the Rp goes along.)

Tristan

Name: Tristan Debute

Race: Bast'ian

Age: 73 (In Standard Earth Years

Gender: Male

Rank: T-1 Tower Lead

Appearance: A native born Bast'ian Tristan stands close to six feet in height and 165 pounds. His blue skin and features are due to his planets watery conditions. Large lips jut slightly from his face and his self illuminating eyes make him appear cruel, unyielding and hard.


Possessions: Standard GNC provisions provided to all Tower Leads, personal items from home world.

Crystal: Tristans crystal is a large black crystal with a blue hue to it, one of the few to be found on his home world. It is large and oval in shape and unlike most Black Crystals makes a slight whine when in use. Many in the Tower say it is because the Crystal hates working with Tristan.

Skills/Abilities: Telepathy, Telekinesis, Tower Operations, Crystal Bonding, Bast'i Governing Tactics, GTC Procedures: Speaks Bast'ian, GTC Common, Altenian

Personality: Just as his features imply, Tristan is a cruel elitist who looks down on pretty much everyone, particularly non talents. He has no patience and due to his nature is loathed by all his staff on Altenia. Quick to temper and whiny he tends to act more like a spoiled toddler than a professional Tower Lead.

History: Raised in a wealthy family of high standing on Bast'i, Tristan was spoiled by his parents who were both Talents and ever so proud when his Talents emerged. Since one of the several Training Towers was on Bast'i he was able to stay close to home and continued to be spoiled by his father who was head of the school. Due to his upbringing he caused many issues during training and since he lacked discipline he nearly flunked out and could have easily become a Singer hadn't his father finally snapped and forced him to fall in line. After his graduation he was shipped off to Altenia to take over as Lead. Him and his family were furious but even they couldn't get GTC to change its mind. They needed a Tower Lead there and since he was such a problem they made sure to punish him on the driest rock they could find. No one else wanted to deal with Altenia Tower due to conflicts that arose with the Local Populations. Leads rotating out as quickly as possible. He has been there ever since, lashing out at the population and tower because of the great injustice he feels is being wrongly placed on him.

Crisin

Name: Crisin Revegenous

Race: Human/Earth Born

Age: 124

Gender: Female

Rank: T-1 Tower Lead

Appearance: Crisin is an old woman by human standards, yet in terms of talents she is but a late middle age thanks to the effects of her crystal. Having deep set features and a strong bone structure she has a look of harshness about her, befitting of her personality. She is thin and fragile looking when it comes to her body. Years of working for the GTC as a Tower Lead has left her body anything but bit, walking slow as she goes and her hands trembling when she writes. Her mind on the other hand is strong and sharp, never missing what is going on around her. She rarely wears the required uniforms of the GTC and no one dares points this out. Preferring light materials of a dark shade in simple silhouette, she wears single pieces dresses that help to hide her fragile body, or at least she has convinced herself they do.



Possessions: Having lived and run the Earth Tower for more than 80 years, Crisin has all the luxuries a position of such high and long lasting authority would provide. Little it out of her reach if she wants it and she wants everything that is beautiful. Earth, still being in a condition of a near desolate waste land she has much imported from other worlds to decorate her personal quarters, which span an entire floor of the tower. Outside of things one really does not need to survive, she has little. GTC provides, she worries little of what she would need outside the tower proper since she rarely ever leaves it.

Skills/Abilities: Telepath, Telekenesis, Tower Operations, Crystal Bonding, Earth Governing Tactics, GTC Procedures: Speaks Terran(Common Earth Language), GTC Common, among many other planetary languages

Personality: Crisin is gruff and has no patience with anything. Due to her age and position she has become an elitist and like many Tower Leads tends to look down on any that are not off her rank, save one. Silvia is the only person she has ever shown any kindness to but to most is appears as a mild tolerance.

Crystal: Crisin possesses a large Black Crystal that has a plain cut and simple shine. It is not her first, which finally cracked after many years of use. This devastated Crisin and sent her out of commission for a while until a suitable replacement. Once one was acquired she was quickly back in the Tower Seat and to work.

History: Born and raised on Earth, Crisin has known little else, only stepping off world for required meetings with other GTC. Due to the fact that Earth is in no strategic, she has yet to convince the GTC to allow the meetings to take place on earth, which enrages her. Little of her life is known before the acquisition of her most recent Crystal. It is not something she speaks about. For the last 24 years she has raised Silvia, something she was not originally pleased about and it was no secret. After the years began to pass though, Crisin became attached to Silvia and began to be more motherly to her in some aspects of life. Though she was never easy on Silvia, knowing what talents she possessed and how strong she could become, but she has grown very protective of Silvia and has tried her best to keep her on Earth for as long as possible. When news came that Silvia was finally leaving for final Tower training Crisin lost it, she felt Silvia could train just as well on Earth as anywhere. In secret she already had been and knew Silvia was fully capable of taking over any tower at a moments notice, though she has never told Silvia that. She had hoped that Silvia would remain on Earth and take over her home planets Tower but GTC is not going to let that happen. Causing Crisin to finally begin to have a distaste of their tactics.

Marx

Name: Marx Creegal

Race: Human (Earth Born)

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Rank: T-2

Appearance:


Possessions: Standard GTC

Skills/Abilities: Strong Telekinesis, martial arts, weapons, combat, GtC Security & Tower Procedures, Speaks broken Altenian, Terran, GtC Common

Personality: Marx is warm and caring, a loving individual who prides himself on his protective natures. He is usually clam, one of the few that react to Silvias outbursts but only because he knows she would never harm him. He likes to tease but can be as volatile as Silvia when provoked.

History:Orphaned at a young age Marx knows nothing of his past. He was adopted and raised by a married couple of T-2 and grew up alongside Silvia. Though his ranking is lower than hers, he is not to underestimated. He has spent his life in the Earth Tower and has been protecting Silvia for as long as he can remember. When Silvia was first shipped off for Tower training he enrolled with Gtc security in hopes of being able to follow her and stay close. It did not happen but when she was shipped back to Earth time and time again he made it his goal to become head of security for the tower. Something he accomplished quickly.

Craig

Name: Craig Ne'Tagla

Race: Altenian

Age: 36 (In Earth Standard Years)

Gender: Male

Rank: T-4

Appearance: Craig is born of a subspecies of Altenians that are from the underground and resemble a cross between a firefly without wings and a human. He stands at close to 7 feet tall and weighs more than he looks due to his exoskeleton, close to 300 lbs.


Possessions: Standard GTC provided items and a large board sword of his worlds making that he wears on his back.

Skills/Abilities: Strong Telekinesis, sword fighting, combat, GTC Security & Tower Procedures, Speaks Altenian, basic Brax'Na, GTC Common

Personality: Craig can come across as stern but for the most part is he rather laid back and pron to teasing those around him. It is hard to break him from his jovial manner, even when confronted by those with less pleasant personalities.

Crystal: Being a lower rank than a T-1 he does not have any personal crystals but does know how to utilize all warm tones

History: Craigs background is pretty uneventful. Born and raised by a loving family that still resides in the large underground colony of his birth. His Talents presented themselves when he was 16 and he joined GTC, training in warfare and combat. Despite his joyful personality he rose in the ranks quickly and became one of the youngest Heads of Security in GTC history at just 18 years of age when he was assigned to his home planet. This was rare but due to his appearance the GTC felt it was best to place him in a Tower that would be used to such oddities. Craig did not complain, happy to return home and be able to stay in close contact with his mother and father. He works hard and keeps an eye out for the Altenians. He is usually the buffer between the Tower when issues arise, especially with the Brax'Na. His current boss Tower Lead Tristan is happy to let him do this work, which is normally meant for the Tower lead.