Posted Jan. 13, 2019, 5:02 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Rovan Moor (Engineer/Pilot) (David Shotton)
The Ktarian stepped through the doors to the Sickbay quietly. Hands thrust into deep pockets in a large and high collared dark overcoat, a mop of loosely tousled black hair covering his ears and light but tidy stubble over his jaw.
These deep features only served to bring direct attention to the pair of alien yellow eyes, slit horizontally almost like a cats that looked out from the face that could have been considered handsome if one didn’t mind the slight ridge of bone settled above his eyebrows, nor the fine ridge that ran from the center of his nose, vertically over the bone ridge and settled into his hair line. Quarter Human himself, Rovan had a skin tone closer to that of a Human European rather than the stronger grey of full Ktarians, and his facial bone structure was softer than many. Of course once his shirt came off, there was no mistaking the thick and tough skin on his chest and back, similar in strength to light scales.
Of course, standing as he was looking around the sickbay, little of that was evident from the dark haired, yellow eyed man who was out of uniform and smiling slightly at one or two of the nurses who glanced his way. He noticed one of the bio-beds was free and made his way over to it without waiting to be told, leaned against it and simply waited, watching for one of the staff to become free. He was no stranger to medical check-ins nor visits to treat wounds.
His was a dangerous profession in a dangerous world.
Lt (j.g) Rovan Moor
Engineer/Pilot
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