<span style="font-weight: bold">Name:</span>Gaven<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Role:</span>Mechanic<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Gender:</span>Male<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Age:</span>18<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Height:</span>5'10"<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Appearance:</span><img alt="Image" src="http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1011/d24/0734/21e5653.png"/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Personality:</span>He is charming, gentle, and endearing, but he is willing to risk his life for those close to him. He has a dreamer's soul. His vivid imagination takes him away from this world, in a figurative sense. So much so that he tends to live in his head most of the time. Forgiving and tolerant, he sees the world through rose colored glasses (figuratively). He is always hopeful and tends to expect positive outcomes in his life. Gaven has proven to be a balanced fighter on several occasions, though he only uses his weapon for self-defense and never to kill.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Gaven was busy making sure that the ship's engine was operating smoothly. Making sure to fix any oil leaks, cleaning rusted bolts or gears, and checking for signs of any wear and tear. Once done he went down to holding cells to make sure the locks were still securely fastened and the gates were steadfast.<br/>"Hey Amin." Gaven said as he passed by. "Don't mind me I'm just doing my job."