My first step into furrydom was making this fellow. A largely Han Solo inspired roughish space delivery man/trader. Although I've replaced him with my seikret fursona, this fellow still holds a special place in my heart.

Arch is, like most every Protogen, tube-grown on E1. However, most Protogens are grown from the ground up to neatly fit into a specialized role. Sadly, somewhere along the line in Arch’s development, a genetic imbalance throws the systems of his growth chamber off, and now he is an exact fit for, well, nothing.

In a strange change of heart from one of the responsible growth tube overseers, Arch did not get recycled for parts and scrap, as is the normal regulation in cases such as his.

Seeing as his generic makeup and fitted program training was an odd mix of the military program and the star pilot program, Arch got a job as interplanetary fright pilot, seeing as he turned out to be a good pilot and have the muscle to haul heavy cargo as well.

Afterwards, when it turned out his behaviour to authority and his general case of very much not fitting in aren't exactly up to the protogen program standards, he got the very exclusive position of simply having been kicked out, as it were, to do as he thought best. Providing he didn't tarnish the reputation of the E1 officials.

Now he flies his own star ship, an extensively modified heavy hauler class ship he's dubbed "Marian", as an independent contractor. Being of no official guild or office, he tends to get job offers most would find exceedingly dangerous and not worth the risk at all.

But Arch, being a roguish loos cannon with an insatiable spirit for adventure, takes all these tasks head on and in high spirits. Thous, his cargo contracts take him into unfamiliar space, dangerous shoot-outs, aggressive alien life forms and whatever else the universe can toss in his path.

And he wouldn't have it any other way. Freedom, independence and bold headedness are his motivators. With his natural cockiness, perseverance and general force of will, he's made sure that he's not been stopped so far. Or at least, not for very long.

As long as he's got his trusted laser revolver (also excessively modified, naturally) and enough gear to fix up an old star engine, you can be assured that he's out there somewhere. Fighting off space pirates in deals gone bad, shooting his way off planets who's corrupt officials want him gone/native life forms what him for dinner and otherwise getting into trouble most sane people would find horrifyingly lethal.

All of this he does with a roguish grin, happy-go-lucky demeanour and more than a few close calls and lucky escapes. Not that he'd willingly admit to not always being in perfect control, of course.