HyperMoses





Handle: HyperMoses

Age: 25

UEE Designation: 

Legion Designation: Grand Alcator

Known Languages:

English (First)

Banu (Loose)

Eye Color: Brown w/ green tint

Hair Color: Black

Height: 5'7"

Distinguishing Characteristics
Light brown skin. Wiry build. Faint scar on left cheek. No markings. Wears somewhat conservative attire.

History
Born and raised with a couple siblings near a geologic research outpost on into a family on a shoestring budget, never traveled much besides a couple trips to Antarctica with his family to set up some sensors for geologic research regarding the impact of recent infrastructure projects.  has described a brief layover in New York one year as a defining moment in his childhood.

"Huge buildings, lots of people, a feast for the senses. I decided I would study to become an architect and design that sort of thing." -Excerpt from an interview interview transcript from Structural Poetry Inc., an architecture firm in which <Name classified> was briefly employed.

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:0px;white-space:pre-wrap;font-family:lucidagrande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:17.940000534057617px;">"Ancient Banu medicine or what have you. Whatever knowledge I come across that may be helpful" -Alledgedly an excerpt from a UEE recruitment interview transcript, though unverified.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-bottom:0px;white-space:pre-wrap;font-family:lucidagrande,tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;line-height:17.940000534057617px;">As of 2942, HyperMoses has gone off the radar. UEE records of his whereabouts are classified, and other sources include conflicting reports. Some reports indicate a black ops mission, and others allude to HyperMoses possibly going rogue.

Psychological Profile
Observant and pensive. Also quite reserved. Patient to a fault, though harboring distaste for anti-intellectualism. Most thought strategy is, as described by acquaintances "pragmatic as shit, though meticulously reasoned." Others have noted that planning 5 minutes into the future "might as well be a completely alien concept to him." HyperMoses has been described in his UEE profile as "a mixed grab bag of half-baked to strikingly developed ideas that may be called upon, disregarded, and switched out for a different plan at a moment's notice. An asset for special ops, a liability for larger assaults."

The wanderlust is high with this one in body and mind. Find a new place? Compelled to explore. Find a new idea? Compelled to explore.

Stubborn independence has been noted. This has become problematic at times, especially in the military, where it has been attributed to several disciplinary instances.