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Name
Tarquin Peterson
Age
29
Gender
Male
Species
Human
Ethnicity
Aedolian
Height
6'3''
Occupation
Cosmic Map Maker (Previous Spec-Op)
Residence
Aboard his small craft, the Scribe.
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Physical Description
Tarquin has very fair skin. It looks as if it's never been touched by blade, bullet, or blast. One exception to this is the scar on his arm where he cut out his microchip. Along with that he has quite a strong build. His earlier years as a spec-op ingrained into his mind that he must be prepared for anything, at all times. This bled over into his physique, he can handle himself when it comes down to a fight. His hair used to be a bright auburn color, but it slowly darkened as he aged. It's kept in a short, military style buzz-cut. His eyes are a swirly green and blue, as if the artist didn't finish mixing two paints. He looks like the model soldier, expect he isn't. He wears just a plain, white button up shirt with long sleeves and beige cargo pants. He wears his military grade combat boots with a bowie knife attached to the right leg.
Personality
His personality is very stale. His military life had given him strict rules to live by. He keeps his ship clean and organized. Since leaving his military position he has calmed down a little, and tends to leave his drinks around and little things like that. He can be very good to talk to but he doesn't really know a lot about the world. So he makes due with the information that he gets when he has to stop to refuel. Which can be difficult, sometimes he was so far out that he almost ran out of air filters before he made it back to a fuel station. Overall, he's a very mellow person but isn't shy to talk.
Magic/Abilities
The only magic he has is his silver tongue. He can talk his way out of almost any situation. He seems to have gained different insights of the mind from his time alone mapping the known worlds.
Relationships
Ex Spec-op partner/Childhood friend: Jeremiah Snapicks
History
Tarquin was basically born to be a Spec-op. He was in one the higher castes of Aedolis, he and his friend Jeremiah, better known as Jerr, joined the military at age 16. They went through training together, in the same unit, went on missions together. The rest of their unit called them "the Double Tap Twins" because of their tactic in which they both fire once at the same target in order to "double tap" it. Eventually their superior's noticed their abilities and put them on the Spec-op team Epsilon.
The two were perfect for the job. They completed countless missions and moved to the top of their unit. After 7 years of killing in secret, acquiring potentially vital information, breaking down droid prototypes and retrieving them. They were assigned a mission to assassinate some smugglers transporting contraband books. They were flying to one of the many colonies and Tarquin was staring out the window and he saw the beauty of the planet. Something inside him changed. He proceeded with the mission and they exterminated the targets. When they got to the smuggler's ship, the Scribe. He told Jerr if this change. He said he wanted to find more beauty like this and bring it back for all to see and that he would keep in contact. Jerr was hurt but, nobody could out talk Tarquin. They planned Tarquin's "death".
He "died" when one the smugglers blew himself up along with the Scribe, his microchip was destroyed along with the rest of him. Ever since then Tarquin has been mapping the known galaxies in the Scribe, logging it all away, he has seen many beautiful sights and he takes pictures and gives out coordinates to the few that listen to him. Jerr stayed in the military and he keeps Tarquin out of the eye of them so he can continue with his mission of mapping everything he can.
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