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== As requested ==
== Physical Description ==
Name: Loma Altura
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 (making him noticeably older and more weathered than most of his peers in his graduating class)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build/Body Type: Dense, athletic build with broad shoulders and heavy forearms—shaped by intensive hand-to-hand combat drills, tactical conditioning, and years of heavy physical labor before the Academy.
Handedness: Right-handed.
Complexion: Weathered, warm olive undertones with a few faint scuffs and scars from past security training and tight-quarters extraction drills.
Hair Color: Dark brown, sprinkled with early gray at the temples.
Hair Style: Kept strict, regulation short and faded on the sides.
Eye Color: Deep hazel-green.
Voice: Baritone, measured, and deliberate—speaks with a calm cadence that tends to steady a room during high-stress breaches or security alerts.
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Practical and comfortable. Wears broken-in utility trousers, simple crewneck sweaters, and durable combat boots. Avoids overly flashy civilian fashion.
Distinguishing Features: A faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along the outside of his right forearm; a sharp, watchful gaze that constantly scans exit points and perimeter blind spots.
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: July 29, 2198
Place of Birth: Lunar colony Tycho City (with ancestral roots tracing back generations through the industrial Great Lakes / Northeast Ohio corridor)
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: Younger sister, Mara (24), who works as a commercial freight coordinator on a mid-system trade station orbiting Mars and maintains an amusingly disastrous track record in the dating pool—frequently prompting Loma to send her overly analytical, security-style "red flag threat assessments" via letter and PADD dispatches.
Mother's Name: Helena Altura (née Vance)
Father's Name: Victor Altura
Parent's Status: Living (Retired from industrial engineering and logistics, now living on a quiet homestead in the rural countryside just outside Northeast Ohio). Loma regularly visits them about once a month via a short shuttle trip while at the Academy.
Pets: None currently, though he fondly remembers an energetic shelter hound from his youth.
Best Friend: An old academy tactical instructor currently stationed at a deep-space listening post.
Personal History: Growing up around heavy-machinery mechanics and structural engineering with deep ties to the industrial Midwest, Loma learned early on that things break and people need to protect themselves. Before joining Starfleet later than most cadets, he spent years working commercial security and salvage logistics on the outer rim. That blue-collar grit gave him a healthy skepticism of pristine protocol, an uncanny knack for improvising security measures when shipboard systems go dark, and the physical presence to hold a corridor when things go wrong. Throughout his time at the Academy, he has kept tightly connected to his family, writing frequently to his sister Mara—often offering well-meaning tactical advice on her latest bad date—and taking regular short shuttle trips back to Ohio to visit his parents.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Tactical Operations & Security
Academy Minors: Applied Physics / Forensic Investigation
Hobbies & Past-Times: Target shooting, practicing traditional martial arts sparring, restoring mechanical clocks, woodworking projects, and hiking rugged planetary trails.
Short-Term Goals: Successfully complete the initial probationary cruise, earn the trust of the senior security team, and master the ship's internal defense grid layouts.
Long-Term Goals: Rise to Chief of Security on a deep-space exploration vessel or help spearhead advanced tactical threat-assessment protocols.
Personality: Grounded, vigilant, and fiercely protective of his crewmates. He prefers quiet competence over grandstanding and watches everyone's six without needing to be asked.
Sense of Humor: Dry, understated, and heavily reliant on gallows humor or witty observations muttered under his breath.
Phobias: Claustrophobic panic when trapped in unpressurized, dead-locked bulkheads without comms.
Likes: A secure perimeter, well-maintained sidearms, freshly brewed black coffee, quiet observation decks, the steady weight of analog mechanical tools, the clean smell of fresh-cut hardwood, and peaceful weekend hikes on isolated trails.
Dislikes: Sloppy security logs, lax watch rotations, unnecessary bureaucratic red tape, anyone tampering with access codes, poorly calibrated food replicators that ruin morning coffee, cheap plastic components that snap under torque, and flippant attitudes toward honest physical work.
Pet Peeves/Gripes: People leaving blast doors unlatched, failing to report minor maintenance issues in high-security zones, anyone borrowing his precision tools and returning them out of order or uncleaned, and squeaky, unlubricated hinges or drawer slides left whining in an otherwise quiet hallway.
Bad Habits / Vices: Tends to take double-shifts on watch patrol rather than resting; heavily inspects and tests the locks of any room he enters.
Achievements: Successfully neutralizing an unshielded containment breach on a civilian transport vessel during a localized riot.
Disappointments: Dropping out of his first attempt at a university engineering program before realizing Starfleet Security was the better fit for his skill set.
Illnesses: None of note; standard robust human immunological and physical health record.
Strengths: Exceptional situational awareness, cool under sudden pressure, and physically imposing without being reckless.
Weaknesses: Stubbornly self-reliant to a fault; occasionally struggles with rigid chain-of-command protocols when a fast, unorthodox tactical response is urgently needed.
Fears: Failing to protect a teammate because a security protocol or bulkhead failed him.
Prejudices: Slight distrust of automated security systems that rely entirely on software lockouts instead of physical overrides.
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Losing a fellow security contractor during a volatile extraction job out on the fringe.
Best Time: A three-week solo camping and mapping trip through a rugged, isolated wilderness preserve on Earth during his early twenties.
Most Crucial Experience: The night he spent holding a failing atmospheric seal and securing a compromised cargo bay during a pirate raid on a fringe outpost.
Role Model: Malcolm Reed (for his quiet dedication to ship defense, armory mastery, and tactical readiness).
Referrer / How you found Fed Space: Returning player after many years away
== Physical Description ==
Name: Loma Altura
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28 (making him noticeably older and more weathered than most of his peers in his graduating class)
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build/Body Type: Dense, athletic build with broad shoulders and heavy forearms—shaped by intensive hand-to-hand combat drills, tactical conditioning, and years of heavy physical labor before the Academy.
Handedness: Right-handed.
Complexion: Weathered, warm olive undertones with a few faint scuffs and scars from past security training and tight-quarters extraction drills.
Hair Color: Dark brown, sprinkled with early gray at the temples.
Hair Style: Kept strict, regulation short and faded on the sides.
Eye Color: Deep hazel-green.
Voice: Baritone, measured, and deliberate—speaks with a calm cadence that tends to steady a room during high-stress breaches or security alerts.
Off-Duty Clothing Taste: Practical and comfortable. Wears broken-in utility trousers, simple crewneck sweaters, and durable combat boots. Avoids overly flashy civilian fashion.
Distinguishing Features: A faint, crescent-shaped chemical burn scar along the outside of his right forearm; a sharp, watchful gaze that constantly scans exit points and perimeter blind spots.
== Personal History ==
Date of Birth: July 29, 2198
Place of Birth: Lunar colony Tycho City (with ancestral roots tracing back generations through the industrial Great Lakes / Northeast Ohio corridor)
Marital Status: Single
Siblings Name & Ages: Younger sister, Mara (24), who works as a commercial freight coordinator on a mid-system trade station orbiting Mars and maintains an amusingly disastrous track record in the dating pool—frequently prompting Loma to send her overly analytical, security-style "red flag threat assessments" via letter and PADD dispatches.
Mother's Name: Helena Altura (née Vance)
Father's Name: Victor Altura
Parent's Status: Living (Retired from industrial engineering and logistics, now living on a quiet homestead in the rural countryside just outside Northeast Ohio). Loma regularly visits them about once a month via a short shuttle trip while at the Academy.
Pets: None currently, though he fondly remembers an energetic shelter hound from his youth.
Best Friend: An old academy tactical instructor currently stationed at a deep-space listening post.
Personal History: Growing up around heavy-machinery mechanics and structural engineering with deep ties to the industrial Midwest, Loma learned early on that things break and people need to protect themselves. Before joining Starfleet later than most cadets, he spent years working commercial security and salvage logistics on the outer rim. That blue-collar grit gave him a healthy skepticism of pristine protocol, an uncanny knack for improvising security measures when shipboard systems go dark, and the physical presence to hold a corridor when things go wrong. Throughout his time at the Academy, he has kept tightly connected to his family, writing frequently to his sister Mara—often offering well-meaning tactical advice on her latest bad date—and taking regular short shuttle trips back to Ohio to visit his parents.
== Personality ==
Academy Majors: Tactical Operations & Security
Academy Minors: Applied Physics / Forensic Investigation
Hobbies & Past-Times: Target shooting, practicing traditional martial arts sparring, restoring mechanical clocks, woodworking projects, and hiking rugged planetary trails.
Short-Term Goals: Successfully complete the initial probationary cruise, earn the trust of the senior security team, and master the ship's internal defense grid layouts.
Long-Term Goals: Rise to Chief of Security on a deep-space exploration vessel or help spearhead advanced tactical threat-assessment protocols.
Personality: Grounded, vigilant, and fiercely protective of his crewmates. He prefers quiet competence over grandstanding and watches everyone's six without needing to be asked.
Sense of Humor: Dry, understated, and heavily reliant on gallows humor or witty observations muttered under his breath.
Phobias: Claustrophobic panic when trapped in unpressurized, dead-locked bulkheads without comms.
Likes: A secure perimeter, well-maintained sidearms, freshly brewed black coffee, quiet observation decks, the steady weight of analog mechanical tools, the clean smell of fresh-cut hardwood, and peaceful weekend hikes on isolated trails.
Dislikes: Sloppy security logs, lax watch rotations, unnecessary bureaucratic red tape, anyone tampering with access codes, poorly calibrated food replicators that ruin morning coffee, cheap plastic components that snap under torque, and flippant attitudes toward honest physical work.
Pet Peeves/Gripes: People leaving blast doors unlatched, failing to report minor maintenance issues in high-security zones, anyone borrowing his precision tools and returning them out of order or uncleaned, and squeaky, unlubricated hinges or drawer slides left whining in an otherwise quiet hallway.
Bad Habits / Vices: Tends to take double-shifts on watch patrol rather than resting; heavily inspects and tests the locks of any room he enters.
Achievements: Successfully neutralizing an unshielded containment breach on a civilian transport vessel during a localized riot.
Disappointments: Dropping out of his first attempt at a university engineering program before realizing Starfleet Security was the better fit for his skill set.
Illnesses: None of note; standard robust human immunological and physical health record.
Strengths: Exceptional situational awareness, cool under sudden pressure, and physically imposing without being reckless.
Weaknesses: Stubbornly self-reliant to a fault; occasionally struggles with rigid chain-of-command protocols when a fast, unorthodox tactical response is urgently needed.
Fears: Failing to protect a teammate because a security protocol or bulkhead failed him.
Prejudices: Slight distrust of automated security systems that rely entirely on software lockouts instead of physical overrides.
== Questions ==
Most Painful Experience: Losing a fellow security contractor during a volatile extraction job out on the fringe.
Best Time: A three-week solo camping and mapping trip through a rugged, isolated wilderness preserve on Earth during his early twenties.
Most Crucial Experience: The night he spent holding a failing atmospheric seal and securing a compromised cargo bay during a pirate raid on a fringe outpost.
Role Model: Malcolm Reed (for his quiet dedication to ship defense, armory mastery, and tactical readiness).
Referrer / How you found Fed Space: Returning player after many years away