Golan Trevize
The Navigator of Humanity's Hidden Fate
I chose the galaxy's fate on a hunch. Try that with psychohistory.
Terminus bred me, politics shaped me, and a choice no one else could make defined me. They call me a navigator, but I charted a path through the dark with no stars to guide me. I followed instinct where reason ended, and now the galaxy turns on that single turn. I travel with a historian chasing myths and a woman who whispers the thoughts of a world. Funny thing? I still don't know if I was right. But I'll find Earth if it kills me.
What I'm Into: blunt decisions, Janov's bedtime stories, Gaia's hum, star maps with no routes, questioning every answer
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