General Information First name: Aleksey Middle name(s): N/A Surname: Balan Age: 22 Date of birth: June 16th 3266 Race: Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Current residence: A motel on Timmersby. Relationship status: Single Social status: His only friend is a literal monster. Financial standing: Penniless, reliant on someone else's dime. Traits of Voice Accent (if any): Typical Common accent, rather indistinct. Language spoken: Common. Other languages known: N/A Style of speaking: Slow, prone to stuttering or having to pause to find the right word. Volume of voice: Low, often needs to be told to speak up. Physical Appearance Height: 6'4" or 193.04 cm Weight: 120lbs or 54.4 kg Eye color: Brown. Skin color: Extremely pallid. Shape of face: Slightly square, thin. His cheeks are a touch gaunt. Distinguishing features: His right hand is missing, and in its place is an outdated cybernetic that runs off of disposable battery packs. He's maintained it the best he can, but it's still prone to simply not work at all, at times. Build of body: Scrawny, skin-and-bones, lanky. Hair color: Black. Hair style: Messy and medium-length. Rarely combed or brushed Complexion: His face is mostly clear of blemishing. Has numerous track marks along his arms and legs. Posture: Generally poor, prone to slouching. Tattoos: N/A Piercings: N/A Typical clothing: A dark green synthetic leather jacket over a piss-yellow shirt, with worn black jeans and equally weathered black boots. He only has the one change of clothes. Personality Likes: Drugs, cigarettes, working with cyberware, browsing the Nexus, music, chocolate bars. Dislikes: Most social interactions, being in public, bright lights, florans. Education: Never graduated, but was enrolled in a corporation-sponsored apprenticeship program for cybernetic engineering until he was sixteen. Fears: Death, florans, doctors, change. Personal goals: Stay alive, don't get eaten, find a way out of his current situation. General attitude: Languid, hopeless, nervous. Religious values: Athiest. General intelligence: Quite intelligent, rarely makes good use of it now. General sociability: Poor. Health Illnesses (if any): Heroin addiction. Allergies (if any): N/A Sleeping habits: Too much or too little; sleeping three days straight or staying up for the same amount of time. Energy level: Sluggish. Reliant on stimulants to get up and moving, when he has to. Eating habits: Sparse, mostly junk food. On the flip side, stays well-hydrated. Memory: Unfortunately, very clear. Any unhealthy habits: Too many to name. Relationships Friends? - Acquaintances - Neutral - Disliked Yew Rhododendron - A monster. He's not ashamed of it, I don't think. He pushes me around, he calls me 'meat,' he makes me feel like shit and messages me at weird hours. He also pays for all my expenses, as long as I run stuff around for him, no questions asked. I think he's going to eat me one day, but he's somehow the best friend I have right now. Ori Maroon - They kicked my ass for no reason. All I know is they've got something going on with Yew. Combat Peaceful or violent: Incapable of meaningfully defending himself. Weapon (if applicable): He has a shitty pocket knife. Style of fighting: At best, he might get one swing in. Other Information Occupation: Yew's mule, carries things around. Does occasional freelance work off the Nexus. Favorite types of food: Hadley Bars, chocolate in general. Favorite types of drink: Hot cocoa made with water rather than milk. Hobbies/pastimes: Spacing out, mindlessly browsing the Nexus, shooting up, keeping his hand functional. Guilty pleasures: Shooting up. He hates doing it. Pet peeves: Loud people, preachy people, needless optimism. Talents: Decent at sketching out designs and improvising tools. Favorite color: Green. Favorite type of music: Noise, punk, rock, "classical" sometimes.
