Shades

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 looking.