Description

Among his species, The Tourain, Val is at most, ordinary. Standing just below 6'3" with dark brown skin. The thickness of his pale yellow head plate, encompassing the extend of his skull, signifies his age of 26 Earth years. In the Tourain culture the lifespan is a only little longer then Homo Sapiens, while their years may not be the age is comparable. Pale green eyes hide on the sides of his head, offering only little view of what is before him. He wears the dull grey suits favored by his race after their arrival to the stars, producing a harder plate over their soft chest. The head plate and the hollows within it are the race's main form of communication and sense. Like vocal cords, muscles produce vibrations amplified by the bone and produce sound. In this way they can produce almost any language, seeing as they are not so constrained by biological issues. The mouth can also be used to produce sounds but they are very simplistic and crude, the orifice's main use is consumption of food and drink. The plate also acts as a receiver, acting upon a sonar like system where received sound and such can create a rough imprint of their surroundings, with the assistance of their eyes to produce color and higher detail.

Personality

Val is a usual Tourain; Obsessed with details and intricacies, an unusual genetic and cultural trait of his kind. He is what many races would call obsessive compulsive. His dressing sense is impeccable and even his grasp of the human language leans towards formality. He tends to engage in conversation only if there is purpose and intention behind it, as idle chit chat is a waste of time. This perfection makes him almost unbearable to deal with sometimes and many an argument has sparked. Yet Val almost seems to have a deadened emotional range, he does not particularly experience any extreme feeling; joy, anger, sadness. As a worker though his skills are something to be desired. He has a incredible grasp of technology and ship board systems, both mechanical and electrical. He can upgrade, maintain, repair or replace almost anything with a speed that many other races lack in the same vocation.

Equipment

Other then the basic maintenance kit he keeps in order to fulfill his duties there is not much that Val bears on regular occasions, other then the hard shell of his clothing. Of course he has personal belongings, memories of home, his qualification of training, skull oil for cleaning his suit and head plate to a sheen.

History

The Tourain supposedly joined the galactic scene only a little earlier then the Humans. In many way the races were alike in cultural and technological development and bipedal forms. Although there was notable biological difference. To the others races predominant the two were often grouped together which led to real alliances between the two young races. Sharing technology, abilities and population. As Humans grew more prolific however, the Tourain did not. While they required similar conditions the alien race had lower resiliency and couldn't easily populate more planets. Now the Tourain, while still historically joined to the humans, were very much on the sidelines. Now days the Tourains are very much equal to humans, yet most of the elders still idolize the other race, and influence the young so.It was in this society that Val Salah grew up in. He did not see this as a problem, more as an opportunity. To be a member on a human vessel, as many were given much grandeur, was his dream since he was young.

He passed through schooling and further education in Space Vessel Systems, completing it comfortably at the age of 22. Almost immediately he applied to the human fleet, where his problems first began. With particulars over non-human crew the paperwork was cycled around and around with no particular response. Eventually, after the bureaucratic journey, Val was designated to a Tourain ship. The crew were dropouts and almost criminals, the ships was an outdated piece of junk that was only kept flying but an stubborn, cheap military official and Val's skill at repairing its systems. Eventually his skill was acknowledged, after a year and a half of service. He was transferred to a human vessel, already he was disillusioned as to his dream being reality. It was proven so, the human ship, while better then his previous station, was still an awful posting. After another year he resigned, turning his skills to freelance. Taking up crew offers for private craft. He eventually found that this was far superior to serving on the fleets and has been going from job to job, acquiring a rather decent number of referrals.