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[b]Name:[/b] ‘The Admiral.’ It’s a sign of respect by the crew that they don’t refer to his actual name.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male.

[b]Age:[/b] 54.

[b]Species:[/b] Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Human. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] The Admiral stands at a respectable five foot eleven tall, with a slim, wiry frame. This frame has a lot in common with his hair, which has a lot in common with steel wool. It’s coarse, tough and a steely colour, kept in check behind a peaked Admiral’s cap with five burnished gold stars running along the rim. He wears a very traditional Terran navy uniform, with a navy-coloured coat and trousers, a set of black leather shoes, shined to a mirror sheen, a trim white shirt and cravat, and finished with gilded cufflinks and buttons. He has a neatly kept black-and-grey beard, the last of his hair that still holds his original colour.
[b]Rank or Role:[/b] Admiral of the Prophet’s Rest.

[b]History:[/b] The Admiral doesn’t speak much of his life, but it’s hardly an unknown story. Growing up on the spaceport that circled Terra itself, he studied under some of the finest military theorists available to the Federation, taking command of a small expeditionary fleet at the age of twenty three. Leading an expedition to protect the URS Pliny as it investigated solar systems far and wide, he saw many curious and fantastical things on the fringes of known space, learning how to carefully martial his supplies and operate for extended periods without a defined command structure.

Finally returning to known sectors, he was almost immediately transferred to one of the premiere Federation fleets, and participated in the decade-long war to halt the so-called Actrthon Cleansers, fanatically xenophobic and dedicated to obliterating all other sapient life. 

Rising through the ranks, his expertise and skills were considered invaluable for internment, and although it was stressed that this was a voluntary choice, The Admiral accepted without a second thought.

Taking it upon himself to educate himself about the ship he would be stationed on before he was needed to, he requested for his flagship’s AI persona core to be replaced by the Prophetess, and the two have a bond that goes beyond what many captains have with their own ships. 

[b]Psych Report:[/b] The Admiral is a stoic figure. Reserved and introspective, he executes every facet of his work with an unerring self-confidence. A man who doesn’t believe in half measures, he’s fond of good conversation and equally good food, and considers every crewman under his command to be a protégé that can do great things.

He has a great dislike for prolonged or fair fights- having seen how much unneeded casualties that they can cause when he fought in full-scale wars. He prefers to overwhelm his opponents with a crippling Alpha Strike to minimise potential friendly casualties, and then simply mop up the remaining resistance. He’s also not particularly fond of being ‘planetside.’ Born and raised in space, he finds steel and control consoles far more than he does open skies.

[b]Extraordinary skills:[/b] Unusually, the Admiral is a rather physically average human being. True, he’s strong and healthy for a middle-aged man, and like most spaceborne individuals has had limited genetic therapy to mitigate the effects of ionising radiation on his cells, but otherwise is a very typical individual.
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