🌟 Pack Name: SugarPlums

🧍 Human Name: Cassian Vellor

Nickname: Cass
Pilot Call-sign: Crash (Definitely earned, not chosen)

💥 The Origin of ‘Crash’

Cassian Vellor’s call-sign, Crash, was born in the chaos of his first week at a new academy — a nickname that encapsulates both his clumsy misadventures and his unbreakable spirit. On his second day, rushing late to class, headphones blasting an upbeat synthwave track, Cassian was barreling down the hallway, eyes glued to a holo-message blinking in his peripheral vision. He didn’t see the janitor’s cart parked carelessly in the corner until it was too late.

The collision was spectacular. A mop flew into the air like a flag waving surrender, a bucket toppled, sending a splash of cleaning solution across the floor, and a dozen rolls of paper towels spilled out like a white avalanche. Nearby students stopped to gape, then laughter bubbled up from a few corners. One voice rang out: “Hey, Crash!”

Cassian could have cringed or disappeared under a desk, but instead, he threw his head back and laughed — a loud, genuine laugh that echoed down the hall. He grabbed the mop, cracked a joke about “making a splash,” and helped clean up the mess with the janitor. From that moment, Crash wasn’t just a reminder of his accident-prone nature. It became a symbol of resilience, humor, and the ability to pick himself up, dust off, and face whatever came next.

That nickname stuck. His peers embraced it, and even Cass began to wear it like a badge, a quirky symbol that reminded him to keep moving forward — even if sometimes, it meant literally stumbling along the way.

📆 Age: 19

⚧ Gender: Male

💫 Orientation: Bi-curious

🧭 Role: Shuttle Pilot (Reluctantly)

Cassian is technically certified as a shuttle pilot, but he’d never admit to being entirely comfortable in the cockpit. There’s a reason the call-sign Crash clung to him after that infamous “bumpy” landing on Planet Gliese IV — a landing that had the entire squadron holding their breath and gripping their seats. The shuttle bounced, twisted, and came to rest on its nose, much to Cass’s mortification. The incident became part of squad lore, humorously cited whenever someone took a risky maneuver.

Despite his reluctance and self-deprecating humor, Cass is capable and, when focused, impressively skilled. His intimate knowledge of shuttle systems and quick reflexes more than make up for his occasional clumsiness and distracted moments.

👤 APPEARANCE: Human Form

Cassian Vellor is instantly noticeable in any crowd — but not because he tries to be. His dark purple hair defies gravity and neatness, sticking out in every direction as if caught in a constant cosmic breeze. Tiny star-shaped clips, shimmering faintly under artificial lights, sporadically hold strands in place, hinting at a whimsical personality that refuses to be tamed. His hair often has that “just rolled out of bed” look, but somehow, it suits him perfectly.

His eyes are a soft, light gray, like storm clouds just before rain, always shifting between amusement, curiosity, and a spark of mischief. Those eyes seem to see everything and nothing at once — flitting from detail to detail, betraying a mind that’s always wandering through layers of thoughts.

Cassian’s frame is tall and lanky, with long limbs that seem almost too big for his body. There’s a delicate balance between fragility and strength in his build: thin, but not frail; lean, but marked with defined muscle on his arms and abs from the physical demands of piloting and training. His skin is pale, almost luminescent under certain lights, with a smattering of freckles across his nose and cheeks that appear only in direct sunlight.

His wardrobe is a riot of colors and patterns that somehow harmonize. Cassian prefers eccentric, mismatched clothing that looks like a collage of thrift-shop treasures and personal flair. He wears oversized jackets layered over graphic tees, bright mismatched socks, and pants with patches and zippers running seemingly at random. A collection of pins and badges decorate his jackets — some souvenirs, some gifts, all telling tiny stories of his journey. His shoes, scuffed and well-worn, squeak faintly when he walks, adding a little extra character to his already animated presence.

His overall look screams “someone who doesn’t care about fitting in,” yet somehow he draws others in — a magnetic mixture of vulnerability, humor, and undeniable charm.

🤖 APPEARANCE: Mechanical Autonomous Entity (MAE Form)

Cassian’s mech suit, code-named Starfall, is a towering, sophisticated blend of sleek design and battle-hardened grit. Standing nearly ten feet tall, the suit’s frame is constructed from a lightweight but virtually indestructible alloy that gleams with a dark chrome finish. The reflective surface is overlaid with matte black panels that absorb light and help with stealth operations, contrasted by pulsating violet luminescent lines tracing the contours of its limbs and torso — a visual heartbeat that mirrors Cassian’s own neural rhythms.

The helmet module is angular and expressive, featuring a visor embedded with multi-spectrum HUD (Heads-Up Display) capabilities that project Cassian’s vital stats, environmental data, and tactical overlays. Its “eyes” are twin LED arrays capable of changing color and shape to simulate emotions, a feature designed to foster better communication between pilots and their squads during missions.

The limbs of Starfall are highly articulated and equipped for versatility. Its arms feature modular attachments: one forearm contains a retractable drone launcher that deploys miniature recon bots for terrain mapping and threat detection, while the other houses a compact energy pulse cannon. Magnetic stabilizers built into the feet allow the mech to operate in zero-G and low-gravity environments with precision and agility.

Starfall’s back sports foldable aerodynamic fins used primarily for atmospheric re-entry, but Cass often deploys them dramatically when making grand entrances or exits. The suit’s internal cockpit is surprisingly cozy and customized for Cassian’s unique habits — fairy lights drape over the dashboard, a small plush alien toy sits beside the control panel, and a sticker reading “Crash Landing Zone” is plastered just above the throttle, a cheeky reminder of his pilot call-sign.

Despite its polished appearance, Starfall bears scars of countless missions: small dents, scorch marks, and scratches — physical testimonies of Cassian’s bumpy but brave journey through space exploration. The mech isn’t just a machine; it’s an extension of Cassian himself — unpredictable, resilient, and full of character.

🧠 PERSONALITY

Cassian is a delightful paradox. At first glance, he appears goofy, fun-loving, and somewhat scatterbrained — the guy who’ll break the ice with a silly pun or randomly start a dance-off in the middle of a briefing. His laughter is infectious, his grin easy, and his presence lights up rooms even in the bleakest moments.

He’s notorious for being distractible. His mind wanders down unexpected rabbit holes, whether it’s pondering the metaphysical implications of black holes or daydreaming about alien wildlife on distant planets. He often seems unfocused during serious discussions, fidgeting with his hair clips or tapping rhythmically on console panels. This sometimes frustrates his teammates who wish he’d “just pay attention.”

But peel back the layers, and Cassian’s mind is a razor-sharp analytical engine. When he chooses to focus, he moves with precision and insight that surprises everyone — the guy who solves the toughest problems with a blend of creativity, intuition, and raw intelligence. He’s not a traditional thinker; his solutions often come from odd angles, unconventional connections, and a willingness to challenge protocol.

Cassian thrives on connection and humor. He uses jokes and light-heartedness as armor and bridge — to protect himself from pressure and to draw others in. He’s deeply empathetic, always sensing when a friend needs a laugh or a shoulder. While he can be a bit awkward in emotional situations, he’s genuinely loyal and fiercely protective of those he cares about.

Underneath the jokester exterior lies a young man wrestling with self-doubt and a desire to prove himself. Cass’s call-sign Crash serves as both a reminder of his flaws and his ability to rise above them — a mantra that helps him confront his fears, mistakes, and the daunting vastness of space.

🧰 OTHER SKILLS & NOTES

• Technological Whiz: Cassian has a knack for improvising tech fixes, often using everyday items (like hair clips or chewing gum) to reroute broken circuits or bypass security protocols. His hacking skills are basic but clever.

• Astro-Navigation Savant: Despite his distracted demeanor, Cass has an uncanny sense of spatial awareness and stellar navigation. He can plot courses through asteroid fields or nebulae that leave veteran pilots impressed.

• Musical Hobbyist: Plays a battered ukulele terribly but with enthusiasm. Music is his go-to stress relief and mood lifter.

• Kitchen Catastrophes: Cooking isn’t his forte. He once nearly ignited the galley during a simple attempt at heating ration packs. It’s become a running joke among the crew.

• Allergy: Has a strange and unexplained allergy to bananas — touching them causes mild skin irritation.

• Morally Grounded: Cass’s personal code is strong, even if he doesn’t always articulate it. He’s driven by fairness, kindness, and an unwavering sense of doing what’s right, even when it’s difficult.