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Height: 5' 11" (180cm)
Age: 20
Patron organizations: FLEET, anything more specific
is classified
Aliases: ShadesFox, SavageFox, the one with the
hair, hey you.
Quote: "May the goddess have mercy on
those that stand before me, for I shall not."
Shades was originally born under a
different name, one lost under a pile of paperwork, an average person
with an abnormal curiosity. Normally, it is said that curiosity killed
the cat, but the cat happened to get off lightly.
Originally from a different universe,
exact details of what happened to bring him to Earth and the Board are
still classified. Of what is
known, Shades came though a space/time rift and ended up in FLEET
custody. It was also though this rift that he and a large portion of
the starship crew that came with him turned...well, furry. A deal was
quickly struck and all ships that came with Shades rapidly integrated
with FLEET (Nasty rumours say this was in exchange for the secrets of
their Ultra-Comb Technology), and since then Shades and his men have
served as a 'gunboat diplomacy' division, often sent in when
negotiations fell apart before they even began. The ships Shades
brought with him are well suited for the role of administering painful
amounts of diplomacy, being large, durable, and still standing a match
for most equivalent classes even with half the superstructure gone.
Though he enjoys this line of work,
Shades lately has been looking for a revamp - his plans for a redesign
include ships that are more tactical than "all ahead full and pray that
chunk of Adamantium in the front holds!" This is in the early stages of
planning though - such polite vessels will probably not see action for
a while, and FLEET never say no to simple gun platforms.
When not aboard his ships, Shades can
sometimes be confused for a quiet man. Others who know him better will
just sort of chuckle to themselves when people make that mistake -
Shades has never one to say many words, but more than once he has
carefully assembled apparently-simple phrases with a profound impact.
He likes to jokingly say that he has inherited the family curse of
exposing conspiracies at the most inopportune time for the
conspirators. Just what this implies about his background remains deep
in the classified files of FLEET, and frankly no-one really wants to go
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