Prologue+ NAME +September Marks Cyneran
+ ALIAS + Septim, Sept, “NoFlight”
+ AGE + 37
+ GENDER + Male
+ ORIGIN + Edanith
+ SPECIES + Human as far as he knows
+ RESIDENCE + Cancer Station, He’s been all over
+ OCCUPATION + Bounty Hunter, Part time Repo man
+ FACE + Dark Teal eyes / Dark Brown hair
+ STATURE + 6’2 / 215 lbs.
+ SEXUALITY + Goodtimesexual
__________________IN-DEPTHPHYSICAL DESCRIPTIONSlim and athletic in build, September has stayed lean and mean since his law enforcement and military days. He’s strong, with broad shoulders and a fairly light tan, even for an Edani, with dark brown wavy hair that falls just passed his neck, with deep dark teal eyes. He has a wide broad nose, medium full lips, and a low stark brow. A roughly grown, unkempt beard peppers his face, just as dark brown as the hair on his head.
He has a long thin scar running down his left eyebrow, across it and down his cheek. A few other scars mar his body, old cuts, including a bullet wound on his rear right shoulder, and a mechanical left leg, just above the knee. Synthetic flesh has been placed over it, giving it a more normal look and feel, but the ghost of the old one sometimes remains.
Sept has a few tattoos across his torso, some from his military days, and others from his officer days. They’ve faded and been touched up here and there over time.
PERSONA“I know where I’ve been, and I know where I’m going. And if you don’t move, that’s gonna be right through you.”September is good at being given a task, following orders, going about it the best way he knows how. He’s a realist, acknowledges a good situation from a bad one, and good at thinking on his feet. He’s disciplined, serious, with a strong sense of duty, with a dry, albeit strange, sense of humor that follows objectively observant commentary. He’s mercurial on his best of days, and downright abrasive at his worst, usually equipped a quirked eyebrow of either amusement or skepticism. Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference. September tolerates most types of people, taking everything with a grain of salt, and isn’t fond of others trying to sell people on bullshit. If you annoy him, he’ll tell you, or keep you around for entertainment value. He has a strong sense of self, not pride necessarily, but knowing who he his and where he came from. Sept is a survivor, and no matter what happens, plans on keeping it that way.
- Things! -- Listens to music frequently and usually dances while he’s in the kitchen, when he gets a chance to cook. Can be sometimes heard singing. But he lives alone with Peppers, who doesn’t judge him too harshly.
- When he can’t cook, will usually settle for whatever he can scrounge up in a convenience store. Fancies his hard liquors, he can
- Heavy, heaaaavy smoker. Used to roll his own smokes back in Tynova, but he’ll smoke nearly anything he can feasibly get his hands on.
- Likes to check is phone and email inbox for the spam and secretly hopes to get an email from his son one day.
- Takes his dog just about everywhere he goes. Peppers is wily and cautious and wary of strangers, and sometimes ventures off on her own, but always finds her way home.
MAGIC/ABILITIESMilitary Training, Proficiency with firearms and hand to hand combat. Now he applies his skills to bounty hunting, and sometimes whooping ass.
RELATIONSHIPSPeppers: A mixed breed dog he took into the shelter and later adopted. She’s loyal and fiercely intelligent, very wily. She’s medium sized, about knee-high, shaggy with a gray muzzle and floppy ears.
Madina Howard O’neil: Wife, deceased.
Nadien Kristopher Cyneran: Son, Alive.
Tentative relationship at best. Nadien blames Sept for his mother’s death. Hasn't spoken to Sept since he went off world. Is now married and has a daughter he tells his father nothing about.
HISTORYCame from a long line of military tradition, he had a fairly typical upbringing. Joined the war effort young, got married, lost his leg in a firefight. Honorably discharged and became a police officer for Tynova PD. The job wasn't easy, only gray a area for what was right and what was wrong. Married life was tough, and his wife took her own life. Kids: One son who hates his guts and a grandchild he’s never seen. : D Life is great (notreallybuthetries)
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