Profile
Age: 17
Height: 6'
Build: Toned / Athletic Ectomorphic
Ethan stands at 6', his posture slightly slack and his hands usually stuffed in the abysmal confines of his jean pockets. His hair is long and black, flowing down across his boyishly-handsome face and ash grey eyes. While not terribly strong or muscular on first-glance, Ethan's physique is toned and athletic; hardened from an impoverished childhood riddled with pain and stern labor.
His clothing is simple and plain; the young man usually preferring darker colors and neutral themes in his attire. Most often Ethan can be seen dressed casually in a long jacket thrown over a loose T-Shirt, matched unimpressively with a pair of faded jeans and ragged-but-sturdy sneakers. Despite his unimposing apparel, Ethan exudes a dark and strangely attractive aura. He's the 'loner' type, keeping quietly to himself in the solace of his mind. The mystery boy standing idly in the corner.
But Ethan's most fascinating characteristic is also his most tragic: Ethan is an empath. Endowed with the uncanny ability to read and absorb the feelings and emotions of other sentient beings, empathy is as much a curse to Ethan as it is a gift. It is a force the young man struggles to suppress every day of his life for the sake of his own sanity; to block out the pleading sensitivities of every passing cry-for-help in every tormented soul.
Nonetheless, Ethan understands the usefulness of his abilities. Not only can the young man feel-out the sensations of others, but he can destroy them completely... by taking them upon himself. Grief, anger, insanity, addiction, and every pain be it physical or psychological... Ethan takes them all... and destroys himself piece by piece in doing so.
With no sense of purpose or direction, Ethan's life was in a downward spiral. The boy appeared destined to die a young man, until he was saved from an early grave by a Terran Militiaman. After assessing his power and determining his strength, they offered him a position among their ranks, promising him a new life and the training he needed to understand his abilities. With little alternative, Ethan agreed, eager to find his place in the world and master his wretched curse.
Equipment
Besides his casual attire, Ethan typically has his wallet on-hand, a meager supply of Terran credits available to him at any given time. His license is valid, and the boy is not smiling in his frame-picture. A small pocket-knife is usually accessible to him, confined safely somewhere in his jeans. Besides all of this, Ethan often carries a small notebook and ink pen in which he keeps a collections of hand-written poetry.