Jordanis "The Jackal" Irdolow

Height: 5' 8"/172 cm
Age: Sixty-eight terran years, (Equivalent human age: 39).
Formal Affiliation: FLEET
Known Aliases/Nicknames: JJ, Jordanis Jackal

Quote: "It's either an enemy capital ship or a six-mile-high tower of whipped cream with one-megaton cherry. Check before firing."

    Jordanis' origins are similar in structure, if not detail, to most of the other major members of FLEET - he arrived at the head of a large task force from his native Pentere. His arrival was rather fortuitously timed, and secured him a position as one of the second ranking officer in the FLEET command structure.

Despite his lofty position, however, he behaves rather differently from the 'classical' FLEET officer. Not aloof, not separate, his position as renegade back in his home territory means that he does not have the specter of a recall hanging over his head. Indeed, he faces almost an opposite prospect; unless he plans it properly, he may never be able to return home. He has thus gone through some effort to make the board his home, and he has thus integrated himself more fully with the locals. Gone native, some might say.

In any case, this has lent him a reputation far different from those enjoyed by many other FLEETers. The environmental controls do not find themselves attempting to thunder to announce his presence, he does not inspire cowering fear in his underlings, and he doesn't even have a retinue of ominous armored guards. Instead, he enjoys the peculiar position of being the everyman's liaison to FLEET - “The Approachable Admiral”, as some call him. He is frankly far less intimidating than any alternative a Boardie trying to deal with FLEET might face.

This position, and the requisite social butterflying, have left him with an extensive network of contacts throughout the board. He is counted in the inner circles of several prominent boardies, and is on friendly terms with the leaders of literally every major faction in the whole chaotic morass.

Due to the time of his arrival, Jordanis is firmly a product of the post-Funky-Horror board. Arriving shortly after it was commissioned, he has been based there since day one. He has been left in command as CIC of the Board naval assets on a number of occasions, and has always distinguished himself admirably in action.

Currently, Admiral Jordanis spends most of his time sequestered aboard his flagship, poring over star-charts and sitting in planning sessions with his senior officers. Like everyone else in FLEET, in other words.