Linus was one of those practical fellows who enlisted not so much for adventure as for a worthy job with training, a steady wage and a good pension. He was the dependible fellow in the second rank who always knew what needed to be done and got on with it, who didn't give any backchat, who didn't get into brawls, who got it right first time after he was shown what to do. He picked up useful skills in the main, learning everything he could, taking opportunities to 'better himself' whenever they arose. He ran the ship's office efficiently, served as ground troops or ship security when needed, patched up the wounded and ferry folk around in a ship's boat. Nothing spectactular, all useful at the time. He saved most of his pay, apart from money spent on books, and when his term was up had plans to settle down and run a starport bar, and to find a suitable place - with a fishing hole - to build a cabin for his second retirement. The one when he could stop working for good. Somehow he'd never managed to find himself a wife while in the service, perhaps now he was settled in one place that opportunity would come along. He did his best to help it, joining a local church and helping out with youth groups.

And there we find him, gently pottering along towards retirement, a contented veteran... until...????

Starman   Linus Spruance  9986A7  Age 46  7 Terms        Cr2000
Admin-2 Rifle-2 Computer-1, Medical-1, Ship's Boat-1, Steward-1
Air/Raft-0, Vacc Suit-0

Linus is six foot in his socks, still with most of his hair, greying now but growing a bit longer than the crew cut he had when in the service. He generally dresses in serviceable but nondescript casual clothes except when attending church (formal wear) or veteran's events (uniform) - but whatever he's wearing, it's always neat and clean.