Char Name: Solon Tasil
Char Race: Astorian (elf-like if you will)
Char Age: 89 (only looks 19)
Wanted Rank: Any. (as long as I have the potential to work my way up)
Position Applying for: Any you find me suitable for.
Character Description: A seemingly standard man, Solon seems to be the type that sticks to protocol. When it suits him of course. He's not typically the type who is very strict about it but he will bring it up if he sees it being broken, and it doesnt suit his interest. He is usally seen with his white long sleeve shirt covered by a blue vest, a black cape, and silver gauntlets that do seem to do something useful. His grey pants and black boots, wrist communicator and specially modified goggles complete his outfit. He held himself with an air of confidence. Despite his youth (at a mere 19) he was very useful and wasn't afraid to speak his mind. He did however have pointed ears, and it was rather odd, but possible to be overlooked.
Short RP Post: Solon boards the ship with an air of superiority and a black cape flowing behind him, his black hair unruly, at times falling down into his emerald eyes. He then looked at his belt making sure his small side arm and rather large curved blade was sitting in their correct holsters. He then came in and sat in a chair, rather annoyed with the entire thing and began to boot everything up. No one was on the ship yet, and he just wanted to make sure he was ready. After all he wanted to attain the rank of captain, and he was already almost there or so he thought. He looked back at his cape. The rest of his outfit didn't match much. Two silver bracers, a white long-sleeved shirt, a blue vest, and light grey shorts. He shook it off as a matter of happenstance and grabbed his custom goggles and pulled them down over his eyes and flipped a couple switches in the side. He then started activating his bracers and suddenly his hands began to fly over the control panel in front of him and began to fire up the ship in only a matter of seconds and in only three minutes the ship had an inch by inch diagnostic and everything was checked out. Now all he had to do was wait for the captain.
Abilities/Skills/Strengths: tech use, inventing tech, piloting, combat, and other assorted skills that should become apparent.
Weaknesses: volitile chemicals, heavy melee wounds, electricity, laser shots (unless his shields are up), pretty women horrendous smells and a kind word every now and then.
Other: He follows protocols when it suits him. At all other times he throws them out the window. He is learning to follow orders... sort of... He's more for a wild, free, untamed spirit. Though he is becoming as tethered as he must. He can cover pretty much any other position that needs to be covered as he's something of a jack of all trades.
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Wed Dec 23, 2020 8:26 am by 
Subject: Solon Tasil 
