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Name
Liamm Johnson (Sometimes goes by Lee or Johnson).
Species
Human
Height
5'8
Weight
173 lbs.
Age
21
Voice
Twangy, rolling.
Skin
Cinnamon
Hair
Dark, curly, forms tight ringlets. Often kept relatively short.
Scent
Earthy, almost a mineral-like aspect to it, like concrete in fresh rainfall. Wears pine scented deodorant.
Faction
Explorer.
Tattoos
A curious symbol on his chest.
Eyes
Gray
Planet
Earth
Language
English, specifically a Southern US dialect.
Style
Personality
- Not afraid to make jokes at others' expense. Always tries to make a serious conversation more lighthearted.
- Easygoing, hard to offend.
- Soulful, but also a social butterfly.
Occupation
- New intern as a xenobiologist for the Federation.
Hobbies
- Planet explorer, specialty in long distance travel and rough terrain.
- An antique acoustic guitar: he doesn't play the best, but can sing along with others.
- Has a weird fascination with hoverboards.
Likes
- Oldies shit like blues, folk music.
- Any ancient decor from Earth, but especially "rustic".
- Drawn to social atmosphere.
- Fitness, physical activity, working with his hands, etc.
Dislikes
- Big government *(obviously loves that he's working for the man).
- His insomnia, dissociative fugue, and anxiety problems.
A loner who is drawn to crowds -- easily slips in, yet also can't seem to stay. Wearing oldies style clothing in a modern galaxy like torn jeans and scuffed leather, he seems to take comfort in the quaint, rural aesthetic of an older time period of humanity. His hands, though often tucked away in pockets, are worn from working with tools, thick and tough skinned, while his body is lean from his endless running; the question is from what. His dark skin juxtaposes oddly with his pale eyes, and though he smiles often, his overall vibe some might find almost troubling.