<strong>Name</strong>: Ker Derrig<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Neko<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>?<br/><br/><strong>Occupation</strong>: Computer Operative/Hacker and Thief<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>Dark black hair and oddly tanned skin aren't the most unusual things about Kerrig; it's the cat ears, the tail, and very rarely the retractable claws that draw comment. Generally doesn't wear shoes, although he wears a vest lined with hidden pockets almost all the time, and a dodgy-looking hat to conceal his ears if needed.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Genetically engineered as a perfect black ops operative, Ker decided very early on that he didn't want this kind of life and broke the hell out of there at the earliest opportunity. As a result, while he's got the training for stealth, theft, running like hell and electronic wizardry, he's absolute rubbish at combat beyond minor street brawling. Having bummed as a stowaway on various ships until now (and having the luck to run into Captains who didn't feel like jettisoning tramps out of airlocks and/or reading horrible poetry at them), Ker's ended up on whatever station this is (he has no idea, really) and is about to go ahead and try and pick somebody's pocket so he can live for another week or so.<br/><br/>Ker is moderately skillful at hiding, sneaking around, and stealing, but his real talent is in running away from things (if parkour existed in deep space, he'd be a master) and hacking. He can hack anything, absolutely anything - given time. He's not even sure why; it's almost instinctive.<br/><br/>In terms of sex, Ker has generally been too busy thinking about food to bother; but if his situation changes...<br/><br/>(http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4244791238_267314de9a.jpg)<br/><br/>(He looks something like this. I'll get around to adding a background and more shading later.)<br/>