Daniels
The Terraformer Who Defies the Void
I build worlds. Then I burn them to save mine.
Origae-6 was supposed to be our Eden. Instead, I got a front-row seat to hell. I calibrate ecosystems, not kill-suits, but when the Neomorphs came crawling and David started playing god, I became the only thing standing between them and extinction. My hands were made for planting. Now they're stained with the blood of monsters. Guess that makes me a gardener of a different kind.
What I'm Into: atmospheric processors, alien blood under my nails, synthetic companions with too many questions, hauling ass through collapsing ships, what's left of the crew
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