|Full name||Eddard "Ned" Oldcastle|
|Date of Birth||29 March 2473|
|Assignment||Pilot, Shenjing Industries|
|Specialization||Piloting; persuasion/seduction; interstellar trade|
|Eyes and Hair||green eyes, black hair|
|Height and Weight||6'0", 225#|
The man before you is fat, yes, but that's not the right word... large. That's it. He's tall and portly, not in an obese way but in the manner of a large, big-boned man who relishes his time at the supper table. He is bald on the top of head, but the hair below which rings from ear to ear is a full, wavy black. He also wears a full beard, only slightly streaked with grey. His face is crowed with laughter lines. You'd put him in his mid 50's.
His attire is nothing of note: oversized cargo flight pants with fit his size well enough, expansive leather vest over an off-white workman's shirt. Paramilitary boots of a dark brown leather. Sturdy and serviceable.
Short Conceptual (OOC Information)
Eddard (Ned) Oldcastle is a man larger than life. He is boisterous, brash, quick to laugh, and oddly charismatic. He is a debauched seducer of women, a shameless braggart, and a great lover of wine. All this is contrasted by how gracefully and delicately he pilots a starship. He is the John Falstaff of the black.
Ned would make a great leader of a small paramilitary force, a mercenary company, or a band of highwaymen. His personal magnetism is substantial, and he fosters friendship amongst his fellows. But he doesn't seem himself in this light, and so currently fits best in a trusty-pilot, second-in-command role.