Short Bio:

Nolan's work at the Roget's Aboretum in Eastern Valor has him doing everything from regulating temperatures dome to dome, making repairs, clipping leaves -- but never ever giving tours.

It's not so much that he doesn't want to give them, but more along the lines of -- he isn't encouraged to. Well into his sixth foot with the brawn to fill it, even in his Aboretum uniform Nolan strikes an intimidating figure. The Aboretum prefers it's smaller, peppier, less-hulking employees give the tours to Valor natives looking to enjoy what artificial splendor there is left on the earth.

He's not a man of many words, either. Few people have learned to understand 'Nolan-grunts' or, rather, his preferred method of communication -- but if they chose to, they might find Nolan to be a fairly intelligent, if not fiercely withdrawn individual.

The reason for his .. odd behavior isn't widely known. Even on Nolan's work file, there's no conspicuous information. Everything checks out squeaky clean, despite a vague history and background. At a casual glance, Nolan is just an upstanding citizen without so much as a traffic citation -- living comfortably and quietly in his apartment at 868Dome West.

Unfortunately, as Valor is swept up into what at one time might have been called a 'witch hunt' -- Nolan is going to find his quiet life thrust into question. Why does he live alone? Why does he appear to move between trees so suddenly, almost like a wraith? Why does he avoid eye contact, shift his weight from one foot to the other? Why, Why, WHY?

And no one except Nolan has those answers.