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Aron T'lael - Details

Born

22 July 1195

STR

10 (0)

DEX

16 (3)

CON

12 (1)

INT

18 (4)

WIS

16 (3)

CHA

14 (2)

Administer

3

Connect

1

Exert

0

Fix

4

Heal

3

Know

6

Lead

2

Notice

4

Perform

4

Pilot

4

Program

5

Punch

2

Shoot

4

Sneak

2

Stab

5

Survive

1

Talk

4

Trade

2

Work

0

MAX HP

48

Speed

30 ft/round

Occupation

Intelligence Broker / Mortal Veil Spymaster

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Operative

AC

13

Age

65

Species

Human

Gender

Non-binary


Backstory

Aron T'lael is a ghost in the machine of the Sundered Spiral. Born amidst the twisting wreckage of a fallen starship in the fringes of Sector 36, Aron's childhood was defined by the silence of the void and the cutthroat politics of the pirate underworld. Survival was not about strength, but about remaining unseen. In 4140 CE, the Red Sun Dominion identified Aron's unique aptitude for pattern recognition and psychological manipulation, recruiting them as a special operative. For decades, Aron served the Dominion, believing their propaganda that a unified galaxy was the only safeguard against another Sundering. Aron became a master of espionage, embedding deep within enemy factions and orchestrating the fall of planetary governments from the shadows.

However, the turning point came with 'The Harvest.' As Aron rose in rank, they gained access to clearance-level data regarding the Dominion's 're-unification' efforts. Discovering that the Dominion was not merely conquering worlds but systematically processing populations for forced labor and experimental biological programs—including the unethical cloning protocols at the Fat System—shattered Aron's loyalty. Realizing the Dominion was a cancer rather than a cure, Aron staged their own death during a botched operation in the Hele System.


Description

Aron possesses a severe, angular beauty that defies easy categorization, with skin the color of pale parchment stretched over high, sharp cheekbones. They keep their silver-white hair sheared close to the scalp, emphasizing a distinct lack of ornamentation. Their eyes are the most arresting feature—one is a natural, piercing ice-blue, while the other is a high-grade ocular implant that glows with a faint, crimson aperture, constantly shifting as it scans electromagnetic frequencies. Aron dresses in high-collared, unassuming dark grey synth-weave tunics that conceal a lithe, wire-thin frame. Despite their age, they move with a predator's fluid grace, making no sound when they walk. They often wear fingerless compression gloves, revealing hands scarred by plasma burns and time.
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