This is Lashwa Dolhan, 11 sweeps old and out on the final frontier. That’s right folks. He’s been sent off planet to fulfill his duty as a soldier for Her Imperious Condescension.
Our historian-archivist-archaeologist has been through some rough patches as of late. He encountered an unfortunate accident during one particular dig while still on planet. A cave-in caught Lashwa and his team off-guard, and in the commotion, Lashwa’s arm was crushed by the falling debris. After the team was rescued, he was escorted to the hospital where his arm was immediately amputated and he was fitted with a fully-automated prosthetic that functions just as a normal arm and hand would.
Our buddy here (seemingly the Gods took pity on him) has been granted the growth spurt he’s wished for so long, reaching a fairly average 5’9” height. He rubs it in everyone’s face when they ask him about it.
As a soldier, Lashwa is required to wear standard-issue, class C, casual attire aboard any vessel, as well as a teal ribbon on his shirt to proclaim where he sits on the hemospectrum. This ribbon, a thin, rectangular, plastic container holds a sample of his blood, also functions as a means of identification. His duties include menial ship tasks.