Daeson was a young Azurian, with slightly unusual markings, his skin dark blue with lighter, dappled stripes that made his skin look like rippling water. His ears were pointed, eyes slanted and cat like. He had roughly cropped, shining white hair and a smiling face. His eyes were a deep emerald free green, filled to the brim with a burning curiosity. He was a student of the lead scientists on the terra-forming division. Though he'd been a student under them for more than ten years, the older professors would not graduate him. This wasn't for any lack of ability-- more that they preferred not having to pay him as much as they were paid, and having a convenient lackey who would get them beverages and do milk runs with little protest. He was essentially free work, and while he was actively involved in the research, he was never credited. Daeson was too nervous and afraid of being fired to protest about his unfortunate position.<br/><br/>These scientists in particular were definite elitists. They barely accepted Clarise as a colleague, and left all the explaining of what was going on to their underappreciated pupil. Daeson hadn't had much contact with her outside of the lab, so only knew her in a professional context.<br/><br/>He heard the sound of Clarise's project exploding in her face, and rushed into her lab to see what had happened. "Are you alright?" he asked hurriedly, going to her side and offering her a hand up. His eyes were kind, and there was something of a concerned look on his face.