♛ Arcturus

Arcturus, the Leviathan-Kin || They/she/he || Mechanic

Melancholy. A bit socially awkward, but polite. Prefers machines over people most of the time.

Hailing from the deep-crater, Arcturus is the youngest of a reputable family of “leviathans”. Wanting to escape a life of expectation and strife, they made their way to the surface and traveled to the furthest place they could—Halo’s Pierce. Though the shape of her helm carried much weight in the depths, it seemed to mean nothing up in the void of space. Here, he could be anyone he wanted.

Around the mid-point of their training to be a scouting pilot, there was a misfiring in Arcturus’s ship which caused a large explosion in the hull. This incident cost them a leg and the strength in their left hand, as well as the will to fly. Pilot would visit them every day in the medical bay after training, mood chipper, but eyes unmistakably pity-filled. Arcturus’s injuries healed quite well all things considered. They switched tracks to ship maintenance and finished out their training about the same time as Pilot.

(WIP, to be rewritten somewhat when i have time WEH)