Profile
Name: Crow
Age: 900+
Species: Grey
Gender: male, intersex
Height: 4’1”
Sexuality: Asexual
Occupation: hacker
Former engineer
Abilities: strong psionics, can faze his
body to walk through walls
Relationship(s):Tirv(genetic son)
Gram(only Irken he
tolerates/considers a
friend)
Quirks: blind, has to have special
glasses that tap into his
psionics, doesn’t speak
vocally,mentally
shouts into others minds
when he has something to
say. rambles to themselves
mentally. Reclusive, only
travels at night, has frequent
headaches from low lights
and constant psionic
vibrations
Likes:quiet places, computers,
working on small electronics or
coding, hot chocolate,
blueberry muffins, being warm,
strategical games, dark
colors(can see them better)
greys,Heels(likes how they click)
Dislikes: most of not all irkens, cold,
needles, crowds, other
species in general, messy
wires, loud noises,
headaches
Other:
Crow was the engineer on a vessel that crashed on a planet near Irk, 750 years back. It was a small ship with a crew of 5 Greys. Crow was sadly the only survivor.
The grey had been injured by the blast from the engine room at the time of the crash. The intense brightness of the core having burnt his retinas taking his Inky blue eyes and turning the dull gray.
During the time of the crash an Irken science team was visiting looking for a good specimen for their current project(which happened to be creating an Irken-Alien hybrid).
Crow was at the wrong place at the right time. The stronger of the irkens were able to drag him back with them to the science facility.
The irkens preformed many tests. Taking vials of his blood for their experiments. They had been very excited by their find, knowing that his species were generally powerful psionics.
Crow spent hours upon days strapped to a cold operating table. His strength was building, abet slowly due to the constant injections.
The were always a high ranking psionic, even as a youngling. Which he was still by Grey standards. Biding his time til one of them were careless.
It took roughly 5 years. But his strength had grown enough to make the escape. He’d known it would take most of not all his psionic strength to leave.
Vibrating his molecules, he fazed through the straps binding him. Hitting the irkens present with a psionic blast, killing one and scrambling the brain of the other.
Those acts took most of his strength, leaving him with just enough to slip through the wall. Making it to a small ship on route to Irk. Though at the time he had no idea where it was going.
Crow knew he’d need to replenish his strength, slipping silently from the ship upon reaching Irk. Finding a small abandoned home,
he slipped into the basement putting himself into a deep psionic sleep. It lasted several hundred years.
Yet even though his body was physically sleeping, his mind was wandering. Sometimes looking through the eyes of others to see what was going on.
He was awaken 400 years later, his body having fully healed save for his eyes. Though he wasn’t too worried about it. Knowing that there were ways to fix his blindness.
He’d actually been dwelling on this little problem for a good portion of his sleep. Coming up with a solution when he’d seen some of the inhabitants wearing technologically enhanced headgear. Using a pair of cyber glasses, he tapped his psionics into them. Enabling him to see through the screen. They were his first among many to be made.
Crow met his one and really only Irken that he’d consider a friend when he was 810 years old. The Irken, Gram, had unwittingly bought the house he was squatting in. Not being Irken or trusting Irkens he hadn’t really done much in the way of buying it from the locals. Instead, he used his psionics to disguise the basement entrance making it look like a solid wall to non psionic’s. It had been quite the shock for both when they discovered the Other.
They were untrusting of the other for quite some time. But eventually learned how to coexist. Even going so far as to having a sorta friendship.
