There is no quibbling about it, Praetus is a savant when it comes to ensuring that when the chips are down everything that needs supplying is supplied.  As the Phoros' Steward he peruses contacts from all walks of life to get what she needs to last out in the void for far longer than other vessels her size.  Still babyfaced he appears to be in his late teens and it has ensured that plenty of individuals have underestimated his fragmented and abstract way at coming at a particular problem that needs solving.  Which further makes his name listed amongst the charter of the Malfian Bloodsworn all the more puzzling.

Tall and fit the golden hair on his head is spiked and his golden eyes would make most think he would stand out.  Instead he seems to simply disappear in crowds and most of thsoe that talk to him can't remember much about him other than he was a shrewd bargainer.  Of course those that are around him more frequently remember more about him, like the complex vox-operated Carnodon or how light he is on his feet or the wide range of people he seems to be at ease talking to from all walks of life.  When he isn't dealing with formal functions he looked much like any other sewer rat in work clothes that are more alike to an underhiver.  When in a formal situation he trades his work clothes for a fine suit, immaculately worn and tailored but still minimalist in design allowing him a range of movement that is enviable to many except those in synskin.