funky station

Zorin Bishop, a 28 years old Felinid.

He is 4'8 and doesn't enjoy his height being mentioned. He's usually intimidated by people taller than himself.

Usually found on the Security team, but if not defending the station from threats he's maintaining the bar or talking to himself within the Chapel. Rarely, he's the Head of Personnel.
Less often, he's found on a stage performing with his violin, or roaming the maint halls as a Freelancer.

Zorin hungers for power. He has a thrill for being in command positions, but paces himself in leading due to another ache of anxiety that plagues his mind. He was hired by Nanotrasen due to his potential, and he yearns to live up to whatever it is they might see in him. He enjoys following orders. and enjoys doing them well.

He sticks to the law the best he can, and doesn't hesitate to use whatever he has at his disposal to protect those he's meant to protect, including his own peace. His attitude is a bit skewed. Upfront he's kind. Polite. Generous and quiet. But his eyes show his intentions. He's disinterested in most things, polite because he has to be. Interested because it'll help him in the long run. Patient to find an opportunity.
A quiet cat in the corner to listen in on a conversation. Lingering too close to those whispering to catch what they're saying on the ear.

In the case of emergencies, he'll be one of the first to rush to safety if he doesn't have orders. A bit selfish, but can you blame him?

He's prone to mental spirals under the wrong influence, and rarely talks of an "angel" that talks to him. This is more common when he is the Priest, and it is something he preaches to others but never pushes onto people unwilling to listen.

This angel is someone he sees in outside forces as well, companions that may urge him to do the wrong things. When he's holding a gun, his claw on the trigger feels heavy when someone is telling him to shoot another.

Perhaps this is why, in some branches, the Syndicate pick him up. It's only ever just a job, he'll say, but, again, it's a thrill. He enjoys power. A heavy weapon in his claws. His opinions and motives change on the flip of a dime, but that is always consistent.

He won't go out of his way to shoot innocent. Perhaps he's even merciful on his on train of thought. But, if ordered, he won't hesitate to take down anyone in a commander's way.
Further down this branch, during a particularly bad mission, he finds himself dead in the dark hallways of a station his squad tried to take down.

His brain, however, is left behind after his implant destroys the rest of him. Turned into a cyborg to work for NT, he struggles to find purpose.
Slowly, his past fades away. Gradually, he forgets who he was. What he was doing. What it was for. Eventually, he dubs the name ANGELS_CHOIR and is a loyal cyborg for Nanotrasen.
Still, even within a metal form, he finds himself yearning for more.

Art above by my friend Pebblesmoss. Thank you, Pebble!