Name: Rev Arnow

Age: 36

Description: Tall and lean, with numerous scars marring his body, and naturally dark features. Arnow moves with grace unmatched by most, but its obvious just by talking to him that his social skills are lacking.

Personality: Arnow isn't a great communicator by any means, as the bits missing from his ears will attest to, but doesn't go searching for fights either. His ambitions are simple; drift through life without too much worry, but leave his mark on each planet he visits.

Skill set: Excellent in a brawl, or a swordfight, though only an average shot with a gun. Has rudimentary mechanical and piloting skills so he can keep the ship running in a pinch, though perhaps not for very long. He's also knowledgeable on many of the more obscure and strange cultures that dot the Rim Planets.

Equipment: A 2ft long sword he always keeps at his side, and a small supply of shrapnel-grenades. Other than that, he has a selection of formal clothes that he has collected over the years, tools for quick repairs, and a box of human teeth (not his of course.) 

Unique traits: Arnow has ties with multiple professors throughout the 'verse, most experts on exotic ships and weaponry, from work he did earlier in life keeping Alliance salvage crews safe from pirates and other dangers.