09-25-2026, 01:47 PM
== Copy that. Hopefully this fleshes him out nicely!
What year is current in game year so I can correctly put his birth year. I feel 2198 is quite a bit before in game date, but I can't tell ==
== Physical Description ==
Name: Loma Altura
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 (making him noticeably older and more weathered than most of his peers in his graduating class)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build/Body Type: Dense, athletic build with broad shoulders and heavy forearms—shaped by intensive hand-to-hand combat drills, tactical conditioning, and years of heavy physical labor before the Academy.
Complexion: Weathered, warm olive undertones with a few faint scuffs and scars from past security training and tight-quarters extraction drills.
Hair Color: Dark brown, sprinkled with early gray at the temples.
Hair Style: Kept strict, regulation short and faded on the sides.
Eye Color: Deep hazel-green.
Voice: Baritone, measured, and deliberate—speaks with a calm cadence that tends to steady a room during high-stress breaches or security alerts.
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Practical and comfortable. Wears broken-in utility trousers, simple crew-neck sweaters, and durable combat boots. Avoids overly flashy civilian fashion.
Distinguishing Features: A faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along the outside of his right forearm; a sharp, watchful gaze that constantly scans exit points and perimeter blind spots.
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: July 29, 2198
Place of Birth: Lunar colony Tycho City (with ancestral roots tracing back generations through the industrial Great Lakes / Northeast Ohio corridor)
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: Younger sister, Mara (24), who works as a commercial freight coordinator on a mid-system trade station orbiting Mars and maintains an amusingly disastrous track record in the dating pool—frequently prompting Loma to send her overly analytical, security-style "red flag threat assessments" via letter and PADD dispatches.
Mother's Name: Helena Altura (née Vance)
Father's Name: Victor Altura
Parent's Status: Living (Retired from industrial engineering and logistics, now living on a quiet homestead in the rural countryside just outside Northeast Ohio). Loma regularly visits them about once a month via a short shuttle trip while at the Academy.
Pets: None currently, though he fondly remembers Ruby, an energetic shelter hound from his youth.
Best Friend / Mentor: A seasoned Starfleet tactical instructor on Sabbatical and working at a deep-space listening post, who recognized Loma's potential during a joint commercial security contract and ultimately persuaded him to enlist in Starfleet.
Personal History:
Because both Victor and Helena worked in heavy industrial engineering and mid-system freight logistics, Loma and his younger sister Mara spent their childhood moving frequently. They bounced between Tycho City’s manufacturing sectors, various outer-rim transit hubs, and extended seasonal stretches back on Earth visiting family in the industrial Northeast Ohio corridor. Growing up around cargo gantries, refinery floors, and machinery bays, Loma spent his teens helping out in heavy-equipment repair yards, keeping watch over Mara, and learning how complex mechanical systems fail under pressure.
During long stretches between transit assignments and quiet periods spent visiting relatives on Earth, Loma developed a deep appreciation for tactile, analog work. It started with basic carpentry and woodworking around family workshops, learning the value of tight joints and clean materials. To challenge his patience and keep his hands steady during tense periods, he also picked up an old spacer's hobby of tearing down and restoring antique mechanical clockwork, finding comfort in gear trains and escapement wheels that required zero software to operate reliably. His love for hiking developed concurrently during those same formative years, utilizing long, solitary treks through rugged Earth wilderness preserves and planetary trails as a way to clear his head and maintain physical endurance.
Eager to build on his technical aptitude, Loma initially enrolled in a mid-system technical university engineering program in his early twenties. However, he quickly grew frustrated with the overly abstract, theory-heavy curriculum, dropping out after a year to pursue hands-on, practical work in the commercial sector.
He spent the following years working commercial security, salvage logistics, and asset protection across volatile frontier routes. It was during a chaotic salvage operation on an independent mining rig that he earned the distinct crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along his right forearm, having rushed bare-handed to manually clamp a failing, corrosive coolant seal before it could breach the compartment.
Seeking to survive the rougher elements of the outer-rim docks, he began studying traditional striking and close-quarters joint-manipulation arts in his late teens under an old spacer and former militia hand who ran a combatives club in a dockside hub. He continues to practice these disciplined forms to keep sharp.
While working a joint security contract on a commercial trade station, Loma crossed paths with a veteran Starfleet tactical instructor on sabbatical. Impressed by Loma’s unshakeable situational awareness, protective instincts, and instinctive leadership during a localized containment breach, the instructor spent months convincing him that his talents and blue-collar grit belonged in Starfleet rather than bouncing from one high-risk private contract to the next. Throughout his time at the Academy, he has kept tightly connected to his roots, writing frequently to Mara (offering humorous tactical "threat assessments" on her disastrous dates) and taking monthly shuttle trips back to Ohio to visit his parents.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Tactical Operations & Security
Academy Minors: Applied Physics / Forensic Investigation
Hobbies & Past-Times: Target shooting, practicing traditional martial arts sparring, restoring mechanical clocks, woodworking projects, and hiking rugged planetary trails.
Short-Term Goals: Successfully complete the initial probationary cruise, earn the trust of the senior security team, and master the ship's internal defense grid layouts.
Long-Term Goals: Rise to Chief of Security on a deep-space exploration vessel or help spearhead advanced tactical threat-assessment protocols.
Personality: Grounded, vigilant, and fiercely protective of his crew-mates. He prefers quiet competence over grandstanding and watches everyone's six without needing to be asked.
Sense of Humor: Dry, understated, and heavily reliant on gallows humor or witty observations muttered under his breath.
Phobias: Claustrophobic panic when trapped in unpressurized, dead-locked bulkheads without comms.
Likes: A secure perimeter, well-maintained sidearms, freshly brewed black coffee, quiet observation decks, the steady weight of analog mechanical tools, the clean smell of fresh-cut hardwood, and peaceful weekend hikes on isolated trails.
Dislikes: Sloppy security logs, lax watch rotations, unnecessary bureaucratic red tape, anyone tampering with access codes, poorly calibrated food replicators that ruin morning coffee, cheap plastic components that snap under torque, and flippant attitudes toward honest physical work.
Pet Peeves/Gripes: People leaving blast doors unlatched, failing to report minor maintenance issues in high-security zones, anyone borrowing his precision tools and returning them out of order or uncleaned, and squeaky, unlubricated hinges or drawer slides left whining in an otherwise quiet hallway.
Bad Habits / Vices: Tends to take double-shifts on watch patrol rather than resting; heavily inspects and tests the locks of any room he enters.
Achievements: Successfully neutralizing an unshielded containment breach on a civilian transport vessel during a localized riot.
Disappointments: Dropping out of his first attempt at a university engineering program before realizing Starfleet Security was the better fit for his skill set.
Illnesses: None of note; standard robust human immunological and physical health record.
Strengths: Exceptional situational awareness, cool under sudden pressure, and physically imposing without being reckless.
Weaknesses: Stubbornly self-reliant to a fault; occasionally struggles with rigid chain-of-command protocols when a fast, unorthodox tactical response is urgently needed.
Fears: Failing to protect a teammate because a security protocol or bulkhead failed him.
Prejudices: Slight distrust of automated security systems that rely entirely on software lockouts instead of physical overrides.
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Losing a fellow security contractor during a volatile extraction job out on the fringe.
Best Time: A three-week solo camping and mapping trip through a rugged, isolated wilderness preserve on Earth during his early twenties.
Most Crucial Experience: The night he spent holding a failing atmospheric seal and securing a compromised cargo bay during a pirate raid on a fringe outpost.
Role Model: Malcolm Reed (for his quiet dedication to ship defense, armory mastery, and tactical readiness).
Referrer / How you found Fed Space: Returning player
What year is current in game year so I can correctly put his birth year. I feel 2198 is quite a bit before in game date, but I can't tell ==
== Physical Description ==
Name: Loma Altura
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 (making him noticeably older and more weathered than most of his peers in his graduating class)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build/Body Type: Dense, athletic build with broad shoulders and heavy forearms—shaped by intensive hand-to-hand combat drills, tactical conditioning, and years of heavy physical labor before the Academy.
Complexion: Weathered, warm olive undertones with a few faint scuffs and scars from past security training and tight-quarters extraction drills.
Hair Color: Dark brown, sprinkled with early gray at the temples.
Hair Style: Kept strict, regulation short and faded on the sides.
Eye Color: Deep hazel-green.
Voice: Baritone, measured, and deliberate—speaks with a calm cadence that tends to steady a room during high-stress breaches or security alerts.
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Practical and comfortable. Wears broken-in utility trousers, simple crew-neck sweaters, and durable combat boots. Avoids overly flashy civilian fashion.
Distinguishing Features: A faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along the outside of his right forearm; a sharp, watchful gaze that constantly scans exit points and perimeter blind spots.
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: July 29, 2198
Place of Birth: Lunar colony Tycho City (with ancestral roots tracing back generations through the industrial Great Lakes / Northeast Ohio corridor)
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: Younger sister, Mara (24), who works as a commercial freight coordinator on a mid-system trade station orbiting Mars and maintains an amusingly disastrous track record in the dating pool—frequently prompting Loma to send her overly analytical, security-style "red flag threat assessments" via letter and PADD dispatches.
Mother's Name: Helena Altura (née Vance)
Father's Name: Victor Altura
Parent's Status: Living (Retired from industrial engineering and logistics, now living on a quiet homestead in the rural countryside just outside Northeast Ohio). Loma regularly visits them about once a month via a short shuttle trip while at the Academy.
Pets: None currently, though he fondly remembers Ruby, an energetic shelter hound from his youth.
Best Friend / Mentor: A seasoned Starfleet tactical instructor on Sabbatical and working at a deep-space listening post, who recognized Loma's potential during a joint commercial security contract and ultimately persuaded him to enlist in Starfleet.
Personal History:
Because both Victor and Helena worked in heavy industrial engineering and mid-system freight logistics, Loma and his younger sister Mara spent their childhood moving frequently. They bounced between Tycho City’s manufacturing sectors, various outer-rim transit hubs, and extended seasonal stretches back on Earth visiting family in the industrial Northeast Ohio corridor. Growing up around cargo gantries, refinery floors, and machinery bays, Loma spent his teens helping out in heavy-equipment repair yards, keeping watch over Mara, and learning how complex mechanical systems fail under pressure.
During long stretches between transit assignments and quiet periods spent visiting relatives on Earth, Loma developed a deep appreciation for tactile, analog work. It started with basic carpentry and woodworking around family workshops, learning the value of tight joints and clean materials. To challenge his patience and keep his hands steady during tense periods, he also picked up an old spacer's hobby of tearing down and restoring antique mechanical clockwork, finding comfort in gear trains and escapement wheels that required zero software to operate reliably. His love for hiking developed concurrently during those same formative years, utilizing long, solitary treks through rugged Earth wilderness preserves and planetary trails as a way to clear his head and maintain physical endurance.
Eager to build on his technical aptitude, Loma initially enrolled in a mid-system technical university engineering program in his early twenties. However, he quickly grew frustrated with the overly abstract, theory-heavy curriculum, dropping out after a year to pursue hands-on, practical work in the commercial sector.
He spent the following years working commercial security, salvage logistics, and asset protection across volatile frontier routes. It was during a chaotic salvage operation on an independent mining rig that he earned the distinct crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along his right forearm, having rushed bare-handed to manually clamp a failing, corrosive coolant seal before it could breach the compartment.
Seeking to survive the rougher elements of the outer-rim docks, he began studying traditional striking and close-quarters joint-manipulation arts in his late teens under an old spacer and former militia hand who ran a combatives club in a dockside hub. He continues to practice these disciplined forms to keep sharp.
While working a joint security contract on a commercial trade station, Loma crossed paths with a veteran Starfleet tactical instructor on sabbatical. Impressed by Loma’s unshakeable situational awareness, protective instincts, and instinctive leadership during a localized containment breach, the instructor spent months convincing him that his talents and blue-collar grit belonged in Starfleet rather than bouncing from one high-risk private contract to the next. Throughout his time at the Academy, he has kept tightly connected to his roots, writing frequently to Mara (offering humorous tactical "threat assessments" on her disastrous dates) and taking monthly shuttle trips back to Ohio to visit his parents.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Tactical Operations & Security
Academy Minors: Applied Physics / Forensic Investigation
Hobbies & Past-Times: Target shooting, practicing traditional martial arts sparring, restoring mechanical clocks, woodworking projects, and hiking rugged planetary trails.
Short-Term Goals: Successfully complete the initial probationary cruise, earn the trust of the senior security team, and master the ship's internal defense grid layouts.
Long-Term Goals: Rise to Chief of Security on a deep-space exploration vessel or help spearhead advanced tactical threat-assessment protocols.
Personality: Grounded, vigilant, and fiercely protective of his crew-mates. He prefers quiet competence over grandstanding and watches everyone's six without needing to be asked.
Sense of Humor: Dry, understated, and heavily reliant on gallows humor or witty observations muttered under his breath.
Phobias: Claustrophobic panic when trapped in unpressurized, dead-locked bulkheads without comms.
Likes: A secure perimeter, well-maintained sidearms, freshly brewed black coffee, quiet observation decks, the steady weight of analog mechanical tools, the clean smell of fresh-cut hardwood, and peaceful weekend hikes on isolated trails.
Dislikes: Sloppy security logs, lax watch rotations, unnecessary bureaucratic red tape, anyone tampering with access codes, poorly calibrated food replicators that ruin morning coffee, cheap plastic components that snap under torque, and flippant attitudes toward honest physical work.
Pet Peeves/Gripes: People leaving blast doors unlatched, failing to report minor maintenance issues in high-security zones, anyone borrowing his precision tools and returning them out of order or uncleaned, and squeaky, unlubricated hinges or drawer slides left whining in an otherwise quiet hallway.
Bad Habits / Vices: Tends to take double-shifts on watch patrol rather than resting; heavily inspects and tests the locks of any room he enters.
Achievements: Successfully neutralizing an unshielded containment breach on a civilian transport vessel during a localized riot.
Disappointments: Dropping out of his first attempt at a university engineering program before realizing Starfleet Security was the better fit for his skill set.
Illnesses: None of note; standard robust human immunological and physical health record.
Strengths: Exceptional situational awareness, cool under sudden pressure, and physically imposing without being reckless.
Weaknesses: Stubbornly self-reliant to a fault; occasionally struggles with rigid chain-of-command protocols when a fast, unorthodox tactical response is urgently needed.
Fears: Failing to protect a teammate because a security protocol or bulkhead failed him.
Prejudices: Slight distrust of automated security systems that rely entirely on software lockouts instead of physical overrides.
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Losing a fellow security contractor during a volatile extraction job out on the fringe.
Best Time: A three-week solo camping and mapping trip through a rugged, isolated wilderness preserve on Earth during his early twenties.
Most Crucial Experience: The night he spent holding a failing atmospheric seal and securing a compromised cargo bay during a pirate raid on a fringe outpost.
Role Model: Malcolm Reed (for his quiet dedication to ship defense, armory mastery, and tactical readiness).
Referrer / How you found Fed Space: Returning player