| Appearance: |
Corbin is perhaps the most like his mother of his large family: he's large and imposing, and he has a single cyborware modification he got shortly before his family fled Star City space station: a holographic tattoo of a dragon in flight on his left bicep. His mother nearly killed him for it, but it still is one of his proudest childhood moments-- both for his bravery in the face of the pain of the operation, and the bravery in the face of independence from his parents.
He has very dark skin, and his black hair is shorn very short around most of his head, save for a long mohawk that he usually keeps braided back. His eyes are dark brown, but they're flecked with pale warm green.
Corbin wears heavy work clothing, usually in several layers. He works with the quarrying crew who have helped to core out Nidus Descendi's many artifiical dragon homes-- or niduluses, as they're officially called-- so he is always having to cycle through dust-covered gear. When he's not working, he prefers some of his favourite smartleather clothing for socializing. That's a blend of smart-fibers printed into faux leather that has the ability to display digital prints and textures. Of course, he mostly wears black with combinations of skulls and robotic gear, but the point is that he likes to look tough.
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| Personality: |
Something about fleeing his home with his family shaped Corbin into a tough nut to crack in his adulthood. He presents himself as a tough-- someone for hire who can do the heavy lifting and the slugging-it-out, even if there's very little of the latter happening at Nidus Descendi. He boxes for fun and quarries out tunnels into the mountain for work, and he drinks with his buddies when he's not doing either of the other things.
He has a hard time feeling. Corbin wants to live up to his mother's ideals of being impervious, but something in him cracked when he realized that life was fragile and fleeting, and the loss of his father has left him trying to take on the mantle of the protector among his siblings. To do so, he's been cramming his own fears and worries down. He can tackle them, he thinkgs, but dominating them, and so far it's worked out alright. It makes it tough to be close to others, though, and so the way that he best connects is (consensually) with his fists. When he's in his cups, he usually winds up being more angry than sad, but thankfully he is not the kind of person to take his unbridled anger out on another person. He has a few friends who are in the same boat, and in a way they are able to support one another when any one of them are feeling tackled to the ground by life.
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