Name: Atticus Knox
Hair Color: Charcoal
Eye Color: Navy blue
Height: 6'3
Age: 24
Personality: A very innovative and forgetful member of the commonwealth. His road to adventure is often paved with good intentions. Not only is he a bit of a rebel against society, but he also happens to be in the wrong place and wrong time (no pun intended) constantly. Atticus is but a lowly mechanic and maintenance worker from a technologically rich future.
Talent: It doesn't take long for Atticus to figure out how things work, replicate, and enhance them. He can also solve a Rubik's Cube in under thirty seconds.
Atticus' tailcoat spread out behind him like a pair of beetle wings, crested with glittering drops of snow. He glanced over his shoulder when a K-9 unit snarled an artificial bark and saw it, and several others, dash out from the horizon. Each omitted an ominously sharp alarm and the mechanical screech of a regulation pod lagging behind was barely audible in comparison.
He whirled round and, running in a duck, frantically fidgeted with the cataclysmal thermal phaser, searching its code engine for a system jumpstart. Just as one of the metal beasts came too close for comfort, the conversion chamber gave a victorious hum and the dead metal warmed in his hands.
He turned and fired three shots blindly into the storm and dove forward into the frost. Each plunged into the snow metres away from their targets, but the damage was done. The sound of the thermal pallets igniting was unbearable, and the heat more so. Atticus swore he could feel the hairs off the back of his neck singeing straight from his flesh. He covered his ears, edging himself forward with his elbows and the toes of his mechanic's shoes, yelling a twistedly painful war cry as he went.
It was not until he was two miles away from the impact that he collapsed back first onto the snow of the forest floor, chest heaving and phaser tightly clasped in one hand. His other was firmly placed on the sheet of titanium that separated his heart from the outside elements. He typed a quick sequence into the panel to calm his heart rate and finally went limp like that, eyes glazing over the suddenly clear sky luminously.
Feeling surreal, Atticus laughed like a schoolboy.