Odd s'approcha du cryochamber avec un mélange d'hésitation et d'excitation l'inondant tous les deux. Une forme de vie symbiotique avec un hôte humanoïde.. En entrant dans la pièce avec des lampes de poche allumées, il a jeté un coup d'œil à chaque coin à la recherche de tout ce qui montrait ce qui était dans la nacelle n'était pas allé volontairement. Signes d'une lutte, sang, marques de rayures, tout ce qui pourrait raconter une histoire des créatures derniers moments avant la stase. Il n'a rien trouvé de tel qu'il s'est approché de la nacelle et a essuyé la poussière et la saleté dans l'espoir de jeter un coup d'œil sur ce qui se trouvait en bas et comme toujours a voulu.
Le gel était trop épais.
Tout d'un coup, chaque alarme qu'il pouvait penser s'est éteinte au fur et à mesure que le courant s'allume, une perceuse a commencé quelque part, et la dame de l'entrée avait sa voix dans toute panique à mesure que les instructions venaient barricader le centre de communication. Sans se soucier de penser aux conséquences de l'action, Odds a pris un moment avant de claquer son poing sur le panneau de contrôle à côté de la goupille. Il attendait ce que c'était de se réveiller.
J'espère que c'était une façon amicale... sinon ça donnait une balle à la tête.
Name
Age: 37
'Odd'
Species: Human
Profession: Marksman / Trapper
Personality:
There is never much to be said for Odd. This is a man focused solely on making it to tomorrow, living free and unrestricted. Someone with extreme patience and a steady demeanor capable of solving problems quickly and quietly before moving on to the next task.
People will warn you not to cross him and that's always good advice.
Biography:
I am born of man and woman, raised in a metal craft between worlds. We settled when I was young, young enough that I cannot remember the face of my mother and father when they died. Their screams do not haunt me as they once did and for that there is peace of mind out here among the stars.
There was a war.. Violent, bloody, taking a toll believed to be unfathomable from both sides. Were they soldiers following orders when they had me or did they flee to protect me. These questions have no answer and become the new nightmare to torture me in the restless moments of the night.
Yet we persist on.
The settlers took me in. Fed me, clothed me, taught me. Survival is to make use of what you know and learn what you don't. Any beast can be brought down with time and any world can be conquered if your goal is to see tomorrow. That is where people like me prosper.
In the wilds.
They named me long ago when I was still a child. But that name is gone to the same force that stole their voice and face from my memories, so now it is Odd. Like me. That is what the villagers called me when I first fired a weapon. It is what they said when I practiced over and over for years at a time to hit my targets.
'He's odd, for sure.'
I will find my home someday. I will take what I must to keep moving forward, one step and one shot at a time. The raiders who thrive on violence were 'home' for a time and got me the knowledge I lacked to survive on more than just my own planet. To survive on all planets. To take what is theirs and make it your own.
I was born to spill blood. So answer me and spare yourself the pain; Where do you keep your goods?
Equipment:


A customized assault rifle turned into precision long range weapon, complete with built in suppressor. Single shot or burst fire at close range makes it a versatile weapon for discerning killers. Thanks to its light weight and small size it is ideal for those who roam the wilderness hunting big game.
The attached scope only his minor magnification and serves better as a close range indicator.

Hunting knife, kept razor sharp.
Relationships:None. Allegiance to the survival of self over community.
Other: Odds suit was stolen during a raid on a settlement three years prior, modified to be lightweight with a built-in facial overlay that provides air and a zooming lense. The entire suit itself is not a rare model or a very expensive one to manufacture, making repairs often very simple if brought in for minor fixes.
Odds has gotten a great deal of practice with the helmets zoom and voice commands.