"Who are you?"

"Flux. Senior Tactical Officer. Ares Consolidated Enterprises Advanced Logistics Division."

"Where were you born?"

"Flux. Senior Tactical Officer. Ares Consolidated Enterprises Advanced Logistics Division."

"What are your objectives?"

"Flux. Senior Tactical Officer. Ares Consolidated Enterprises Advanced Logistics Division."

"What are your hobbies?"

"The black. Chasing the unknown and the next big score. Finding progress and profit and ensuring all of it for the propagation of ACE. Flux. Senior Tactical Officer. Ares Consolidated Enterprised Advanced Logistics Division."

Life, ACE, has been good to Flux. A luxury apartment carved into the ice bluffs of Deimos, looking over the entrance to the principle ACE situationally voluntary labor and breeding camp- A proximity befitting the Senior Tactical Officer of ACEs Advanced Logitistics Division. Something in the back of his mind enjoys the irony of overseeing the camp where mutants live, breed, and die in secret for the profitability of ACE, but he can never seem to dwell on the rationale for why.

Flux has spent the past 30 years dispassionately charting every corner of the black under ACE's influence- some known to the public, most not. Trading in secrets and abnormalities of the universe, searching for valuable mineral deposits,  encouraging those who falsely believe they have a claim to ACE's profits and expansion to reconsider their course of action, and reminding workers (generally through applied force) of the hazards of challenging ACE- just another day of a life in constant Flux.

Flux has always enjoyed the gravitational variabilities of deep space and deep underground, likely because they've never had an effect on him, and he's been able to ensure they always have the desired effect on others. His steely disposition and terse personal interactions would never indulge such a line of question, but his taut and chiseled frame likely benefit from his ability to manipulate the gravity around him.

Doesn't sound like a hero to you; Heroism is in the eye of the beholder. And to the men and women employeed by ACE, Flux is the stuff of legend. Swooping in to quell a hunger riot and somehow rallying the troops and demoralizing the rioters through force of personality alone. Finding the next big score and ensuring bonus payout and continued employment. In the ACE circles, he's a beloved figure. In other circles- we don't talk about those other circles.

What truly matters to Flux lies somewhere behind his icy gaze and the inescapable twinkle in his eyes when he's in the black of space, the dark of a fresh cut cave, and the mystery of the Deimos camp, and why it continues to call to a part of him he's unable to acknowledge.