Cassidy Stones

Overview
''Full biography can be found here. ''

Appearance
Hair: Black

Skin: Tanned

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5’10

Weight: 150lbs

Noticeable Features: Scar on his left cheek.

Personality
A man who’s seen hell, been shot by it, and dragged his crew out time and time again, he’s mentally flawed in more ways that one. Hes smart, loyal, quick witted, and stubborn as a mule. But he’s also reluctant to show affection, short tempered, and often times, downright rude. Its no secret hes not happy behind a desk, or that he doesn’t much like the fact hes an officer or even like other officers. He’s outspoken, and doesn’t care who knows it. His sense of loyalty is the only thing that keeps him in check.

Abilities

 * Hand-to-hand expertise
 * Firearms, preferably a handgun but is able to use anything bigger than a slingshot and smaller than an AA gun
 * By no means an expert pilot, but he can make do with flying a landing shuttle or other small craft in emergencies
 * He’s no doctor, but he can do basic field first-aid.

History
"Lieutenant! Your reputation precedes you! Im-"

"Apparently it don't or you wouldn't be talking to me." The lieutenant made his way through the corridors of the ship quickly, with whoever this man was following. "Your human has its own reputation sir."

"Course it does. What you want?"

"I'm curious about the rumours."

"It's true, carrots help your eyesight."

"Wh- no the ones about you.".

"In which case, they ain't true."

"Sir-"

"Where are you from?"

"Oh- Crewman Richard Adams, sir! From engineering."

"Right, this ain't engineering."

"You're right sir I just-"

"Well don't. Sure you got bolts to tighten."

Rumours. Plenty floating about. It was a small ship when it came to gossip. Crewman Stones, psycho. Crazy soldier who survived Butchers Valley, lovingly named for the resulting casualties of such an operation. Crewman Stones battle promotion when everyone in the field higher than him got swiss-cheesed or turned to pulp, to petty officer. He led the tactical withdrawal out, holding his innards in with his hand and shooting with his other. Fifteen, that's all who survived. But chances are, without that crazy bastard leading, they wouldn’t even have that.

His heroism, and granted, psychotic missions, led to his rise through the rank, much to his dismay. He was verbally reluctant to take what he referred to as a ‘desk job’. Yet he retains his rank as Lieutenant nowadays, often with a loose relationship with the phrase ‘desk job’.