Name: Patrick “Paddy” Malone

Race: Human

Age: 30

Appearance: Of below-average height and 'ever-so-slightly' bulging in build, Malone is not exactly blessed with an athletic build. His coal black hair has receded nearly to his ears, and looks likely to retreat to the crown of his head within a few years. His brown eyes are soft and mellow, oft becoming entirely misty when he's imbibing.

Power: Uncanny Dodge- Malone has the ability to perceive the intent of others, allowing him to quite accurately predict the movements and attacks of enemy combatants. This gives him a rather significant edge in small-scale encounters, though he has thus far had difficulty making effective use of his ability when dealing with larger groups of opponents. He suspects that a large number of minds to be sensed at once make focusing on any particular one troublesome.

Personality: Malone is typically genial and mild-mannered in peaceful situations, making jokes and singing songs to mark the passage of time. He possesses what he would himself call a “healthy distrust of strangers,” but very much cares for his friends and comrades around him. When drinking, he tends to become rather maudlin, waxing romantic about this or that thing about Earth, and cursing the alien menace that had enslaved it. He only seldom panics under fire, preferring to hurl insults and abuse at the enemy- whether they can understand him or not.

Skills: Shooting, navigation, singing, and in a pinch, piloting

Crew position: Navigator/Astrogator, Morale Officer (Self-appointed post)

Bio: Patrick Michael Malone was born in Tipperary, Ireland to an American mother and an Irish father, both free humans. His early life was pleasantly uneventful, and Malone spent much of his childhood reading about Earth history. His mother particularly encouraged this, instilling in him a burning hatred for the tyranny of the Vs'Ks'Thi and the bondage his fellow humans were forced to endure. His father raised him within the Catholic faith, however, and from thence he learned above all humility and mercy.

In time he grew to be a bookish and fairly kind young man. Interested as much in the future as in the past, he studied technical manuals on starship navigation in his adolesence. In time he left home, taking with him what little money he had, along with a small token of his faith and a revolver, which had been passed secretly through his mother's family for three generations. He found work aboard a shipping freighter and found he immensely enjoyed the camaraderie and adventure that such a life brought.

Working under a number of different civilian captains, Malone found himself the navigator of the Washington, under the command of Timothy Harris.

Equipment: Rail rifle, Colt Peacemaker (.45 revolver), cleaning kit, light jumpsuit, western poncho, St. Michael medalion, wristcomp loaded with stellar cartography notes and traditional Earth music