Ren Otture || Fighter Pilot

Name: Ren Otture Aliases: Specter Height: 5'6 Hair: Brown hair, short. Slightly curly waves. Parted down the middle. Eyes: pale green. Almond hooded eyes, determined, confident. Body: lean but not muscular, wiry. Tan skin, with some smattering of silvery scars, particularly one over his left shoulderblade. Face: Roman features, consistently furrowed brow. Slightly lined face. Stern set and strong jaw. Thin lips. Features: tan skin with a lean but not overtly muscular body, swimmers build. Face is lined. Has strong hands, but not very large ones. Usually has a 5'oclock shadow. Species: Human Nationality: lives on a large star ship called The Diplomat. Scent: Engine oil, leather. Personality: suspicious, cautious, untrusting and skittish. Cold, closed off and emotionally unavailable. Works for the Strikers not because he believes in their cause, but because he dislikes the PMO more. Not inherently against established and organized central government, only tryannical ones. Believes the PMO is not inherently good for any of the planets ruled by them, and seeks to help reduce their control. Skeptic and conspiracy theorist both. Very proud of his skill in flight, and tends to be very cocky and overly confident, especially in high stress situations. Generally passive agressive, though rarely flat out rude. Morally gray, but not evil or unlawful, and tends towards neutrality, though can recognize pros and cons of both sides. Likes: flighing, planes in general. Thinks modern fighter ships are far superior to anything ever made, and is proud to fly one. Thinks 'ancient' ww2-21st cebtury aircraft were 'primitive'. Prefers clear liquors like vodka and gin. Heavily enjoys the glory and fame that comes with being a fighter pilot ace. Prefers to be clean and sharply dressed at all times. Prefers colder weather, though rarely is on a planet, so doesnt give much thought to things like weather. Dislikes: food and water, thinks of it as a necessary evil, and only as fuel. Never takes much time with his meals, and doesnt particularly care about taste or texture, and doesnt enjoy eating. Doesnt particularly enjoy physical contact, and is unused to it. Speech: Smooth, controlled, a bit rough and low in the throat, no distinct accent, though has a cocky lilt. Clothing: a very slim and close fitting flight suit in a very plain, smooth, and unadorned gray color with minor detailing. Boots are simple and flat soft synthetic leather, with a smooth sole, dark gray and rather featureless but clean. Backstory: Very secretive about his past. Left his family who supported the PMO behind to join the strikers. Sexual Behavior: 5 inch penis, uncircumcised. Clean cut pubic hair, trimmed and well groomed. Average ball size. Fairly vanilla when it comes to sex, not particularly rough nor gentle. Tends to seek his own pleasure over this parenters, not very reciprocal in affection and prefers to take more than he gives. Unwillingly into loss of control in the forms of being cominayed, tied up, or gagged. Will resolutely not admit hes into it. When topping, tends to finish and then leave. When bottoming, tends to sob and cry from over stumulation, and is over stimulated easily. Relationships: None, not terribly fond of his past, and not at all close to his superiors. Goal: to find out where he is, and how to get back to his home ship, and see if his fighter cant be repaired. Notes: