Name: Locus Vaius
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Age: 107
Gender: Male
Race: Vol
Height: 7'2''
Physical Description: As a vol, many humans would find it hard to distinguish one from another. Their tough, protective hide is a yellowed, parchment hue, and so thick as to render any need of "comfort" from coverings unnecessary. His eyes are dark and glassy, with nebulae of faded green and silver in the centers as if obscured by a fog or haze. Without his mask he seems to take up the likeness of a corpse, with hairless head and thin lips stretched back into an eery and ever-present grin. Like many of his people he wears a bodysuit made to mimic the look of muscle and cartilage, fitting over his body like a second skin and shielding further still from harm. When he speaks, his voice is full and sonorous, filling the space around him and projecting out majestically to any who would hear what he has to say.

Religious Affiliation Cosmonautic Wicca
Occupation: Engineer
Personality: A two-sided coin, ever changing face. One wears the mask of dry-humor and wry disinterest. Consumed by work and buried in toil, frustrated by the less competent and bugged by even the most remote of distractions. His somewhat caustic disposition marked by an outwardly perceived air of superiority and politically incorrect wit that never ceases to poke fun at any available target, though not without traces of sarcasm bleeding through to give his words away as no more than words alone. The opposite face one of a thirst for knowledge and a hope for unity - though not at the cost of individual uniqueness. His wisdom bearing the ideals of a race shattered and nearly destroyed by its own ancient machinations, and the burning confidence in the world within the Fleet and all it has to offer as a sign of bright possibility. His demeanor friendly, though perhaps detached and lost in clouds of thought, and muddled by the occasional foray through a wood of derision and cynicism.

Equipment: Armored bodysuit (equipped with gravitational manipulation tools to mimic the effects of gravity gauntlets) and utility mask; multi-purpose plasma sidearm.

History: Locus was born aboard the battleship Havel during a time when his people were experiencing the fires of revival. For for the first time in so very long they were beginning to believe they could become something akin to the world they left behind after the Event. As such, he was brought up in a time for his people where the accumulation and employment of knowledge was, and still is, considered paramount. For if they are to recover from centuries of regression, then all focus must be turned towards growth. His path in life took him down many winding roads, ultimately leading him to study in engineering, a trade he poured his worth into until he was recognized as an accomplished and professional member of the caste. After spending so much of his life with primarily his own, Locus desired to experience more of what the Fleet was, and had to offer. He successfully landed a transference to another vessel, this one of human build. Despite having studied some of human culture during his time on the Havel, Locus had never truly experienced their lifestyles before. Through his friendship with one human in particular, named Ava, he eventually joined the dominant religious faction in the Fleet, one of many non-humans to do so.