Name: Stavromolokoschei Simri
Race: Orion
Rank: Sergeant
Position: Security, Cabin Boy
Ship: IRS Rhhaein

Stavro was a giant of a man, tall and muscular, dangerously handsome with a devil-may-care grin, flashing dark eyes and smooth bald dome. Even without the green Orion skin, he stood out in a crowd. He wore heavy boots that clunked the deck, ragged pants and a leather vest that left his arms bare but adorned with rodinium bracers. Here and there were his piercings, various metal souvenirs poked through green skin, including a Bajoran-style earring he'd found somewhere and a row of steel spikes through the side of his head that seemed to be tools on closer inspection. Orion Punk had come back into fashion.

Sheathed on his back was a heavy cutlass-like chain-sword, with a row of serrated teeth that shifted and vibrated at the press of a button on the hilt.