Alan

Likes: Relaxing, Reading, Sleeping, Quiet, Chess

Dislikes: Crowded areas, busybodies, work

Those who meet Alan Walsh usually have one thought: "What an unremarkable young man". And that's exactly the way he likes it. From a young age, Alan was put on a pedestal. "Boy genius", "Rhythm extraordinaire", "Maestro of the ages". He hated the attention. Sure, everything they were saying about him was painfully accurate, but he didn't care. He never had a reason to.

Even in school, he'd coast by on a C average, but if someone got on his nerves enough he'd show them up in a heartbeat. His parents gave up on him. It just seemed like his rhythm was purposefully sabotaging him. For his amazing abilities in analysis and critical thinking, he just didn't have any kind of drive to do much of anything. At least that's how it appears on the surface.

He has his own goals and methods of achieving his desires. Which is why everyone was blown away by his sudden interest in joining the military. In his own way he was manipulating everything and everyone around him. His fellow soldiers wondered why he never had to do any training or drills like they did. But as soon as anyone questioned his abilities, he'd put them in their place. Even in his new surroundings, some things never changed. His manner of carrying himself just screamed "wasted potential". But not in his eyes. He was achieving exactly what he set out to do.

The only reason he joined the military in fact, was to land a cushy job in tactical operations. It was something he found in his research was in his eyes, an easy, high paying job. And he'd get the job with ease. Most days he'd just sit around and let his co-workers argue amongst themselves about how best to approach situations, when he grew bored with them, he'd point out the obvious best path forward. Everyone would praise his incredible intellect - but he never sees it, he's just bored.

Even in situations where his life is in danger, he's never roused out of his apathy. He's just simply bored even in the face of possible harm or even death. He says he was simply born in the wrong time. There's nothing new to discover, nothing interesting. Everything's been figured out.

And that leads to his relationship with resonators. Unlike the people of this world, he doesn't really care about them. In fact, he's said on occasion he wishes he was born in a world without them. A plain, boring world. So for him, the ideal resonator would be someone who wants nothing to do with him. One that could operate on their own.

Despite it all, nobody expected who would end up his partner. But you know what they say, you can't judge a book by its cover.