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[b]Name:[/b]
 Sciurus Rowan

[b]Age:[/b]
 29

[b]Previous affiliation: [/b]
The Searing Gauntlet

[b]Description:[/b]
Standing at a whopping 5’7” and weighing in at a total of 143 lbs., Rowan isn’t exactly intimidating. His shoulder length ginger hair, moody brown eyes, and spattering of freckles makes him look like the kind of person who would enjoy frolicking for hours on end in a field of wildflowers (spoiler alert: that’s exactly the kind of person he is). What he lacks in height he makes up for in attitude, and carries himself as if he were someone in authority (he’s not, really). He has his battle scars, but has been fortunate enough to have never sustained any life-threatening injuries. At first glance he certainly wouldn’t seem like a very rowdy or coarse fellow, although once you get him talking it’s hard to shut him up, especially with the habit he’s got of showering verbal abuse onto friend and foe alike. 
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A custom-designed suit of surprisingly lightweight body armor built for stealth and agility. Unfortunately, what it gains in freedom-of-movement it loses in protection from brute force and is thus repaired often. The mask serves not only as a filter for toxic atmospheres, but also a temporary air supply in the event its wearer suddenly finds himself floating in the vacuum of space (which is very unlucky, let me tell you…)
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[b]Skills: [/b]
Years of training have honed Rowan’s athletic abilities, making him a pro at climbing, running (away), and navigating unfamiliar terrain. He can think on his feet, solve problems, and make critical decisions quickly and without hesitation. He’s proficient in the use of a plethora of weapons but prefers long-range shooting to close-combat. He’s very good at disguises. More personal skills consist of card tricks, witty comebacks, and underhanded gambling tricks. He considers himself very lucky and likes to count that in with the rest of his skills as well.

[b]Biography: [/b]
Sciurus Rowan was born into a small Terra colony in the Andromeda galaxy. His parents served as ambassadors for the Church of Harmony and were often called upon to travel from world to world as the Searing Gauntlet dictated. Much of Rowan’s early years were spent on interstellar vessels and space flight has come to feel more like home to him than any of the planets he was privileged to spend a few months or a year on when he was growing up (though he does have a soft spot for rural biospheres).

With a vested interest in his parents work, it looked as if young Sciurus was destined to become a politician. A lover of knowledge and learning, he applied to and was accepted by a stately academy with the intent of launching into a career as a diplomat. Everything changed, however, when a terrorist attack claimed the lives of his father and mother. His life seemed to go downhill after that, university life was no longer interesting to him as he realized how agonizingly slowly change is brought about by the government. 

The current road of his life shifted suddenly when Rowan, on a whim, enlisted as a soldier into the Church of Valor. By doing so he hoped to make more of a difference in the universe, although the truth of the matter is he’s struggling with a revenge complex. Military life suited him surprisingly well. While he wasn’t naturally big and strong, he was athletic and adaptable—strength came with training as well as other necessary skills, and some unnecessary ones too. 

He rose quickly in the ranks not only as a fighter but a brilliant strategist. Life was going pretty well again, but started to ebb as he began to fall in with the wrong sort of people. Gambling was the pitfall that did him in. More specifically: he cheated and was found out. With a severe demotion and half-a-dozen veterans very, very cross with him, Rowan felt it appropriate to flee for his life. In order to preserve some of his former lifestyle he went where no self-respecting soldier would ever go: The Church of Reckoning, naturally. 

Within this shadow of his former position, Rowan’s skills were applied as an assassin. As with everything he set his mind to, he was extremely successful. The analytical part of his brain made him a very efficient killer, and since most of his work was now performed solo, he had the freedom to make judgment calls that would have gotten him court-marshaled as an ordinary soldier. His willingness to challenge the odds by working alone, coupled with his recent success, has made him a valuable asset to the Searing Gauntlet’s veiled agendas (truth is he isn’t brave, the paycheck’s just bigger when you don’t have to split it with a team). 

Hearing word of the [i]Outlander[/i] through the grapevine, Rowan actually volunteered for a spot on the ship against his employers’ suggestion of remaining a free agent. His luck was going to run out eventually, and like any sensible human being, he didn’t want to be on his own when it happened.

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