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Edward Vaelis Nelson - Details

Born

10 July 4158

STR

18 (4)

DEX

16 (3)

CON

15 (2)

INT

14 (2)

WIS

12 (1)

CHA

17 (3)

Administer

1

Connect

-1

Exert

1

Fix

-1

Heal

0

Know

1

Lead

-1

Notice

1

Perform

1

Pilot

0

Program

2

Punch

2

Shoot

2

Sneak

0

Stab

2

Survive

0

Talk

-1

Trade

2

Work

2

MAX HP

30

Speed

35ft

Occupation

Station Apex Predator

Archetype (i.e. Class)

Warrior

AC

17

Age

35

Species

Human Variant (Nano-Vampire)

Gender

Male


Backstory

Born not of a womb but of a desperate, forbidden experiment within sealed laboratories, Edward Vaelis Nelson is the physical manifestation of a scientific heresy. He is the discarded shadow of Dr. Edward Nelson —a clone created during the 'Transference' procedure intended to cure the doctor's nanite-induced vampirism. While the procedure successfully extracted the feral bloodlust and bound it to this clone, the subsequent attempt to destroy him failed.

When the Red Sun Dominion attacked and the station's scientists initiated the 'Null Protocol,' venting the atmosphere, Edward survived. His nanite-infused physiology allowed him to enter a cryptobiotic state, freezing in the vacuum alongside the debris. He awoke years later, trapped in the drifting tomb of the station within the 'Razor's Edge' debris field.

For decades, he has stalked the zero-gravity corridors of the station, preying on unlucky scavengers and Dominion survey teams who dare to dock. He has embraced the 'monster' the original Nelson tried to excise, viewing himself not as a mistake, but as the apex predator of the Elegara system. He wears the station's decay like a cloak, a mythic terror to those who trade stories of the 'Ghost of Vael.'


Description

A towering figure of intimidating physicality, Edward appears as a twisted, martial reflection of his progenitor. His skin is the color of bone, possessing a translucence that reveals the faint, pulsing blue bioluminescence of the feral nanites beneath. His eyes are a striking, predatory crimson, lacking the whites of a human eye, glowing softly in the dark. He keeps his raven-black hair long and unkempt, floating wildly around his head in the zero-gravity environment he often inhabits. He is clad in a scavenged amalgam of protective gear: heavy scavenger leathers interwoven with high-tensile chainmail taken from a collector's vault on the station. On his chest, he has carved the jagged insignia of the 'Null Protocol'—a warning symbol found on the lab doors that imprisoned him.