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I sketched this in July I'm just now getting around to finish it. Side views are the bane of my existence, let me tell you. ;-; Forget all of that, though, hefty reading ahead. I did change some of the things about him, as well as his backstory, so give it a read if you have time.

Name: Fidd
Race: Irken
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (in Earth years)
Height: Much taller than Tak (Maybe around 5'3'', depending on how tall you think Tak would be). He's considered quite tall for an Irken, though far off from being a tallest. There are many other's taller than him.
Weight: About 85 lbs. (as said in the ref, he's very scrawny with no muscle)
Occupation: Weapons expert (intern)
Loyal?: Yes
Love Interest?: None, though he tends to fall into crushes quite easily, though he's far too shy to ever pursue them. This being said, he gets heart-broken quite often.
Distinguishing Features: Other than his height, nothing else physical, but he always wears his metal glasses, which are attached to his PAK, unless he's sleeping. They provide aid for his horrible eyesight, as well as protection for when he's dealing with dangerous weapons. He also has a common stance of turning his feet inward and knocking his knees, as said and seen above. His sleeves are also much too long. This is because, due to his height, he has to buy large sizes to cover himself. However, his arms are actually quite short for someone of his size, so, no matter what he wears, the sleeves are going to be too big. The thin tubes on his vest (the green part) glow slightly.
Personality: VERY shy; tends to stutter when extremely nervous; hates speaking in front of anyone unless it is about a subject in which he has a lot of knowledge about (ie: weapons); likes to teach and be helpful in general; extremely polite towards women, though also polite to men; speaks in barely more than a whisper; not really anti-social, but is simply too frightened to socialize much; slightly germaphobic and OCD
Likes: Learning about ANYTHING, even if it is arguably trivial; studying weapons, repairing them, and practicing with them; singing (though he's very bad at it); sandwiches; sweets of any kind; silence; his staff (see above); secluded areas; living/being outside of the city
Dislikes: Children (he finds them a cause of chaos and disorder); improper use of weapons/when someone who is uneducated about them tries to use them; fast food; people who are disrespectful towards women, any sort of un-organization; speaking in front of anyone who he's not close to; being questioned about any topic he doesn't have a lot of knowledge about; flying; the city; the dark (not really a fear of it, per say, but he becomes really jumpy and nervous in the dark); blood and gore
Fears: DEATHLY afraid of flying (will hyperventilate, cry, and eventually pass out); large crowds; anything extremely loud; damaging his glasses in any way; being teased, having people doubt his intelligence
Strengths: Generally very quiet by nature, helping him with stealth; his knowledge of weapons would allow him to perhaps sabotage or damage the weapon of the enemy AND aid himself; can craft weapons out of things found in nature to an extent; overall, quite intelligent and humble; rarely underestimates others, as he believes everyone is stronger than him
Weaknesses: Clumsy; his height gives away his location and makes hiding difficult; very timid and shy; scrawny, with almost no muscle; little to no knowledge of fighting; hates confrontation or being forced to fight, and will often refuse; cry baby; sleeves hinder his ability to be quick and agile, and he often drops things
Weapons: His spear (as seen above), which is just strong enough to stun someone for a few seconds. It can be used to stabbing, as well, but since Fidd dislikes the sight of blood, this wouldn't be a common thing for him to do. Other than that, he has standard PAK legs, and his PAK glows upon a button being pressed, which can act as a flashlight. For someone who knows so much about weapons, he sure doesn't keep many of them on him.
Backstory: Was tube born like any normal Irken smeet. He was considered quite tall for an Irken child, so he began his studies early as a privilege. During his younger years, it was found that he had a knack for repairing guns and blasters, and that he knew all of the specifications of many types of Irken weapons, as well as some from the Vortian society and other places that he had read about in books. However, around this time, there was a shortage of smeets being born who were coded as soldiers. The Tallests began to force any other Irken who was over a certain age (Irken aging is screwy, which is why I'm not going to attempt to come up with a real age. Fidd met the requirement, though) to receive basic military training and then fight in a battle against rebelling Vortian forces, much to Fidd's terror and dismay. It was noticed right away that he was not built for this kind of work; he turned out to be more of a burden than a help, as he became injured multiple times, was very bad at hiding due to his height, and even broke a few bones in his arm. His only redeeming feature was his knowledge of the weapons that he was using and those that the Vortians were using. He did receive quite a few complements on his knowledge from his fellow pseudo soldiers, which, in the end, really helped to push him to further his studies and attempt to enter that line of work. Since he knew that he wasn't the one to be fighting, he wanted to help the ones who were by providing them with the right tools for the job. The on-staff medics noticed how much he was becoming hurt, and became tired of helping him. They contacted the Tallests and requested that he be sent back to Irk, receiving no praise for his time fighting. He healed quickly as the breaks and injuries weren't too severe. He returned to his studies, catching up on them immensely by reading books during the time that he was laid up from his injuries. Once he was returned to health, he searched around for a job, finding a small lab where weapons were tested, created, and marked down in historical records. He's only an intern at the time, though his knowledge of his trade surpasses some of the older weapons experts. He has helped to develop weapons that have assisted the Irken empire in the invasion and capturing of other planets, and is working on a TOP SECRET project with his co-interns to try and impress their mentors.
Fun Facts: The strip of fabric around his staff? It's a tiny bit of his smeet blanket! He couldn't bare to part with the entire thing, so he cut off a strip and tied it there! No one that he works with knows what it is, though. Speaking of his staff, it was the first weapon that he was ordered to study so that the mentors could decide if he was fit to receive an internship, as it's generally very simple and there are very few ways for the foolish to hurt themselves on it. He became sentimentally attached to it, and takes it almost everywhere. Luckily, he's never had to use it to attack anyone or defend himself. Yet. Also, there's a small mechanism inside his PAK that allows the large spot to illuminate! When the small spot is pressed in, the large one will light up, allowing it to be used as a flashlight. Or a nightlight in Fidd's case. Scaredy-cat.

Any questions? Please don't be afraid to ask! :33

Fidd and Art (c) *LiquidLeo
Tallests, Irkens, Vortians (c) JV

Description
I sketched this in July I'm just now getting around to finish it. Side views are the bane of my existence, let me tell you. ;-; Forget all of that, though, hefty reading ahead. I did change some of the things about him, as well as his backstory, so give it a read if you have time.

Name: Fidd
Race: Irken
Gender: Male
Age: 22 (in Earth years)
Height: Much taller than Tak (Maybe around 5'3'', depending on how tall you think Tak would be). He's considered quite tall for an Irken, though far off from being a tallest. There are many other's taller than him.
Weight: About 85 lbs. (as said in the ref, he's very scrawny with no muscle)
Occupation: Weapons expert (intern)
Loyal?: Yes
Love Interest?: None, though he tends to fall into crushes quite easily, though he's far too shy to ever pursue them. This being said, he gets heart-broken quite often.
Distinguishing Features: Other than his height, nothing else physical, but he always wears his metal glasses, which are attached to his PAK, unless he's sleeping. They provide aid for his horrible eyesight, as well as protection for when he's dealing with dangerous weapons. He also has a common stance of turning his feet inward and knocking his knees, as said and seen above. His sleeves are also much too long. This is because, due to his height, he has to buy large sizes to cover himself. However, his arms are actually quite short for someone of his size, so, no matter what he wears, the sleeves are going to be too big. The thin tubes on his vest (the green part) glow slightly.
Personality: VERY shy; tends to stutter when extremely nervous; hates speaking in front of anyone unless it is about a subject in which he has a lot of knowledge about (ie: weapons); likes to teach and be helpful in general; extremely polite towards women, though also polite to men; speaks in barely more than a whisper; not really anti-social, but is simply too frightened to socialize much; slightly germaphobic and OCD
Likes: Learning about ANYTHING, even if it is arguably trivial; studying weapons, repairing them, and practicing with them; singing (though he's very bad at it); sandwiches; sweets of any kind; silence; his staff (see above); secluded areas; living/being outside of the city
Dislikes: Children (he finds them a cause of chaos and disorder); improper use of weapons/when someone who is uneducated about them tries to use them; fast food; people who are disrespectful towards women, any sort of un-organization; speaking in front of anyone who he's not close to; being questioned about any topic he doesn't have a lot of knowledge about; flying; the city; the dark (not really a fear of it, per say, but he becomes really jumpy and nervous in the dark); blood and gore
Fears: DEATHLY afraid of flying (will hyperventilate, cry, and eventually pass out); large crowds; anything extremely loud; damaging his glasses in any way; being teased, having people doubt his intelligence
Strengths: Generally very quiet by nature, helping him with stealth; his knowledge of weapons would allow him to perhaps sabotage or damage the weapon of the enemy AND aid himself; can craft weapons out of things found in nature to an extent; overall, quite intelligent and humble; rarely underestimates others, as he believes everyone is stronger than him
Weaknesses: Clumsy; his height gives away his location and makes hiding difficult; very timid and shy; scrawny, with almost no muscle; little to no knowledge of fighting; hates confrontation or being forced to fight, and will often refuse; cry baby; sleeves hinder his ability to be quick and agile, and he often drops things
Weapons: His spear (as seen above), which is just strong enough to stun someone for a few seconds. It can be used to stabbing, as well, but since Fidd dislikes the sight of blood, this wouldn't be a common thing for him to do. Other than that, he has standard PAK legs, and his PAK glows upon a button being pressed, which can act as a flashlight. For someone who knows so much about weapons, he sure doesn't keep many of them on him.
Backstory: Was tube born like any normal Irken smeet. He was considered quite tall for an Irken child, so he began his studies early as a privilege. During his younger years, it was found that he had a knack for repairing guns and blasters, and that he knew all of the specifications of many types of Irken weapons, as well as some from the Vortian society and other places that he had read about in books. However, around this time, there was a shortage of smeets being born who were coded as soldiers. The Tallests began to force any other Irken who was over a certain age (Irken aging is screwy, which is why I'm not going to attempt to come up with a real age. Fidd met the requirement, though) to receive basic military training and then fight in a battle against rebelling Vortian forces, much to Fidd's terror and dismay. It was noticed right away that he was not built for this kind of work; he turned out to be more of a burden than a help, as he became injured multiple times, was very bad at hiding due to his height, and even broke a few bones in his arm. His only redeeming feature was his knowledge of the weapons that he was using and those that the Vortians were using. He did receive quite a few complements on his knowledge from his fellow pseudo soldiers, which, in the end, really helped to push him to further his studies and attempt to enter that line of work. Since he knew that he wasn't the one to be fighting, he wanted to help the ones who were by providing them with the right tools for the job. The on-staff medics noticed how much he was becoming hurt, and became tired of helping him. They contacted the Tallests and requested that he be sent back to Irk, receiving no praise for his time fighting. He healed quickly as the breaks and injuries weren't too severe. He returned to his studies, catching up on them immensely by reading books during the time that he was laid up from his injuries. Once he was returned to health, he searched around for a job, finding a small lab where weapons were tested, created, and marked down in historical records. He's only an intern at the time, though his knowledge of his trade surpasses some of the older weapons experts. He has helped to develop weapons that have assisted the Irken empire in the invasion and capturing of other planets, and is working on a TOP SECRET project with his co-interns to try and impress their mentors.
Fun Facts: The strip of fabric around his staff? It's a tiny bit of his smeet blanket! He couldn't bare to part with the entire thing, so he cut off a strip and tied it there! No one that he works with knows what it is, though. Speaking of his staff, it was the first weapon that he was ordered to study so that the mentors could decide if he was fit to receive an internship, as it's generally very simple and there are very few ways for the foolish to hurt themselves on it. He became sentimentally attached to it, and takes it almost everywhere. Luckily, he's never had to use it to attack anyone or defend himself. Yet. Also, there's a small mechanism inside his PAK that allows the large spot to illuminate! When the small spot is pressed in, the large one will light up, allowing it to be used as a flashlight. Or a nightlight in Fidd's case. Scaredy-cat.

Any questions? Please don't be afraid to ask! :33

Fidd and Art (c) *LiquidLeo
Tallests, Irkens, Vortians (c) JV