"... he was born Kydanevr Ignatyev, a child of no particular consequence on the fringes of a fledgling Federation - a name and a life no longer remembered nor held dear, replaced by the touch of steel and the taste of chemical. who he was before the banners is inconsequential, irrelevant.

first impressions yield a weary figure who is broad-shouldered and imposing by merit of stature alone, discipline carved on every facet of action and reaction until one wonders if he is more machine than man. but there is a weight to his shoulders that betrays the core of an old soldier, drowned beneath the burden of a crumbled empire and bloodied hands - merely trying to eke out a quiet, simple existence far from prying eyes."

(image by j)