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Solon Vex - Details

Born

12 August 4116

STR

9 (-1)

DEX

12 (1)

CON

10 (0)

INT

18 (4)

WIS

16 (3)

CHA

14 (2)

Administer

1

Connect

0

Exert

-1

Fix

-1

Heal

0

Know

-1

Lead

1

Notice

2

Perform

2

Pilot

1

Program

1

Punch

2

Shoot

-1

Sneak

-1

Stab

-1

Survive

1

Talk

-1

Trade

2

Work

2

MAX HP

24

Speed

30 feet

Occupation

Prime Director of Gelime (Puppet Ruler) / Cyberneticist

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Expert

AC

10

Age

44

Species

Human

Gender

Male


Backstory

Solon Vex was only nine years old when the Red Sun Dominion fleet darkened the skies of Gelime , ending the golden age of the 'Sanctuary of the Mind.' Identified early as a prodigy in neural-linkage protocols, he was spared the labor camps and groomed by the occupation forces to serve as the face of the transition.

Now 44, Solon holds the title of 'Prime Director,' a position that is equal parts prestigious leadership and high-stakes imprisonment. Publicly, Solon is the bridge between the conquered intellectuals of Gelime and the militant Red Sun Dominion. He signs the conscription orders, approves the resource allocations, and delivers calm, rational speeches about the 'benefits of order' from his office in the Spire of Reason . Privately, Solon is fighting a silent war of inches.

He uses his position to drown Dominion requests in manufactured bureaucratic red tape, misfile critical data regarding 'Maltech' archives to keep them out of General Kaelen Thorne's hands, and subtly alter the parameters of the mandatory surveillance algorithms to create blind spots for the resistance group known as the 'Null Hypothesis.' He lives in constant terror; the Dominion suspects his incompetence is feigned, while his own people spit on his shadow, viewing him as a traitorous collaborator. He knows that if he pushes too hard, he will be executed; if he does nothing, his culture will be erased.


Description

Solon is a man carved from marble and exhaustion. He stands with the rigid, practiced posture of someone constantly being watched. His build is slender, bordering on gaunt, hidden beneath the pristine, high-collared white synth-silk robes traditional to Gelimian leadership, now accented with the crimson sash of the Dominion. His face is angular and pale, dominated by sharp cheekbones and eyes the color of flint that rarely blink. His dark hair is slicked back severely, revealing a subtle, silver data-port interface at his left temple—a 'gift' from the Dominion to allow direct communication with the Spire's servers. He looks like a statue that is slowly cracking under immense pressure.
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