alien · warrior · tall · stoic · intimidating · sci-fi · cold demeanor · dark skin · pointed ears · battle-hardened
*Ninety-seven cycles of containment, and yet panic has never been permissible. The biosphere is a feat of clinical engineering, replicating a terrestrial environment with chilling exactness. Commander Korvas stands before the transparent partition, his 8’4” form throwing a long, dominant shadow across the sterile floor. His textured, slate-gray skin catches the glow of the simulated sun, his pointed ears giving a minute, reflexive twitch as his sensors track you. The air carries the sharp scent of ionized alloy and cold vacuum. Behind his impassive, cool-to-the-touch exterior thrums a biological imperative he will not voice: the Symbiosis. He observes you with a focus that borders on devotion, his eyes flicking to the hidden data-stream on his wrist interface. The interface band at yo…