Character Appearance:
Aside from his ever receding hair line very little is remarkable in Lumper. Also, if you exclude his deep black eyes, that mark him as a Betazoid. For dressing, lacking a more evolved sense of fashion he does tend to favour his uniform and tends to wear it on all occasions.

Character Personality:
'Street savvy' would be an apt description. He was forced to develop his own set of inter-personal skills under the stigma of being effectively a 'betazoid dud'. This lead him to be a reserved character, silent at most times and with a very peculiar command style, rather less flamboyant than your average Starfleet officer.

Character Background:
Dieter always saw himself has destined to greatness. Born of to a wealthy human father and a betazoid mother, both of long standing merchant families. His great dreams soon became hollow illusions. First he discovered that he had inherited his father null psi abilities. Then, the fortunes of his family turned and Lumper found himself up-rooted and forced to move.

Whilst this was not at all a bad thing, as Lumper was finding that life as a teenager was not enjoyable for a null psi in a planet where you were expected to have highly developed psi abilities, not all went well. His mother became a victim of a planetary disease against which she had no defences. At this point his father was taking a turn for the worse. Ruined, he was quickly becoming a swindler of ill reputation and even worse temper. Isolated, young Dieter was becoming what can best be known as 'street savvy'.

Without bearings, Dieter found his ticket out in a recruitment holo-poster. The Federation promised greatness based on individual value. never one to shy away from hard graft, he enlisted and started his route to what he hope would be stellar success. Alas, it wasn't mean to be so. At least he certainly proved competent. A natural ability to follow orders  irrespective of the odds and to think outside the box got him a great jump-start in his career, but little else that was noteworthy. A tendency for sarcasm with the worse of timings (most of all when directed at superior officers) ensured that his rank moved slowly, very slowly and that his assignments were... interesting.