General Information

Species: Yamataian Gender: Male Age: 23

Family / Creators: Elizabeth Fenrir(mother), Gabriel Fenrir(brother), Emilia Fenrir(sister). Was on kennewesse until the secession and then moved to the Tami System, where they have lived ever since.

Employer: Star Army Reserve Occupation: Combat-Arms Rank: Santô Hei Current Assignment: Fort Victory Reserve Center

Height: 5'8 Weight: 158

Build and Skin Colour: Lanky, White Facial Features and Eye Colour: Green eyes, pleasant face, a nose that look likes its been broken Hair Colour and Style: Brown, free, down to his shoulders

Distinguishing Features: His green eyes are beautiful, lanky, he has a genetic tattoo of a sword on his ankle.

Personality: He is calm, assertive, loyal. He doesn't enjoy being an underling, due to what he titles his “Father's Mistake” for being a mere ensign rather than being a ship commander, which he was perfectly capable of. He is also serious about whatever he is doing.

Likes: Music, Competence, Strategy, Writing, People in general Dislikes: Idiots, incompetent superiors, greed, combat Goals: To became a Taisho

Flashback:A young boy, not even ten-years-old yet, watched his father embark on the ship, he couldn't place the name at the moment.

“Take care of the house for me, i'll be back, i promise.” His father called from the ramp.

“I will dad, I will, be back soon!” He called back, the over-burdened clouds already starting to rain.

Cold rain patted the top of his head, matting it in places. His mother was still at the house-she had to take care of everything else. He felt he should hug his father, show him one last sign of affection before he left to do the dirty job of war, but at the same time, it didn't feel right to hug his father, he was too old for it, although the urge was still there.

Two months later

“Mother, why are you crying?” he asked, the small apartment was cold, his mother obviously hadn't been cooking for dinner, he made a mental note to fix something easy and quick up. His mother however, did not answer his question, just thrust a piece of paper into his hands. He read over the paper, it seemed a report from his father that they had recieved for the last couple of months but then- We regret to inform you that your husband, Malius Fenrir, has died in the line of duty. His ship has skirmished with a pirate ship, ending in its destruction. All escape pods were lost before we could rescue them, and he is known to have died. We grieve with you on your loss.

The Rest Pending: MESSAGE END.

Communication: He is familiar with basic radio operation and procedures and can make transmissions to and receive transmissions from other characters through headsets, starships, power armor, and shuttles in both combat and non-combat conditions. Your character is fluent in English, (and if a Nekovalkyrja, Japanese). He can speak and write both correctly and efficiently and can write reports, fill forms, issue orders under fire, etc.

Fighting: He received hand-to-hand combat training, followed up with a rigorous training program. He is skilled and experienced in combat both in Yamatai-like conditions and in zero-gravity, with and without weapons. Weapons He is trained in include energy pistols, knives, and power armor.

Technology Operation: He is capable of operating any computer system that uses the Kessaku OS, found on all Star Army starships. He is proficient in entering and/or searching for information.

Mathematics: He received basic mathematics training, to including up to algebra and trigonometry

Culinary: From his experience of helping to raise his siblings, he has learned how to cook things, from pie to rice. as well as anything with instructions.

Physical: He is a good long-distance runner.

Art & Vocation: He has trained in the art of Karate in a dojo, although he has not made black-belt