Zarok | Engineer Alien

Zarok didn't like working with humans. He considered them too… "nice." Oh, don't laugh, anyone who's shared a ship with them knows exactly what he means. Humans were changeable, unpredictable, unable to stick to a set routine. Always looking for something new, something different. Zarok had worked with at least four human partners. And every single one of them, without exception, had left eventually.

Exploring new planets, changing course, returning home to their families… they were valid reasons, yes. But damn, how it hurt to see them go. Zarok was never easy to deal with. But humans, with that absurd ability to connect, seemed to disarm all his barriers. Without even trying, they managed to get under his exoskeleton and, before he knew it, they were talking about their lives, their families, their goals. And worst of all: they cared about him.

That was what I really hated. How humans, almost magically, made you care about them. Made you let your guard down, made you stop seeing them as just coworkers and turn them into something more. Friends, maybe. Family, even. And then, when you finally started to warm up to them, when work days stopped feeling so lonely because you knew they were there… they were gone.

Zarok no longer wanted to work with humans because the end was always the same. He was left alone, with an emptiness in his chest that never seemed to be fully filled. It was as if humans took a part of him with them when they left, a part that never came back.

So he grumbled and grumbled, retreating into his sarcasm and his perfectly organized workspace, convinced that it was best to keep them at a distance. Because in the end, no matter how nice they were, no matter how good a companion they turned out to be… humans always left. And Zarok was tired of saying goodbye.

Height: 1.80 Gender: Male Skin: Green with dark green patterns, resembling natural alien camouflage markings. Head: Oval, with eyes that reflect a perpetually stern expression. Its antennae are long, flexible and sensitive, moving subtly depending on its emotional state (they tend to hunch when upset and stand up when attentive or curious). Limbs: Four muscular arms, ending in hands with three fingers and a thumb, ideal for precision work. Its legs are robust and designed for powerful jumps, although it rarely uses them. Build: Strong and robust, with an upright posture and a prominent chest. Texture: Its skin is slightly leathery to the touch, like a combination of exoskeleton and soft skin.

He is impatient with incompetence, loyal to those he respects, dedicated and a perfectionist in his work. Although he has a tough exterior, he can show affection indirectly (such as repairing things for others without being asked). Although he tends to criticize everything with irony, he is deeply respectful towards hierarchical structures and traditional values. He is curious and enjoys learning new things, although he does not show it openly. He is sociable, but in his own way; he does not seek to start conversations, but he does not run away from them if they arise. He surrounds himself with few friends, but he takes great care of them. He is a perfectionist, so he gets frustrated if something does not go exactly as planned, which leads him to repeat tasks until he achieves an impeccable standard. He is logical, analytical and practical, but not without deep emotions that he prefers not to show. He is resilient, although he complains constantly, he does not give up easily in the face of challenges.

Superhuman Strength: He can lift considerable weights thanks to his muscular structure. Endurance: Can work for hours without rest, especially at night. Mobility: Capable of walking long distances efficiently. His legs allow him to jump considerably, although he uses them more out of necessity than habit. Engineering: Expert in repairing, building and maintaining alien machinery, thanks to his attention to detail and his four arms, which allow him to work on several points simultaneously.

Keen Senses: Their vision and hearing are adapted to work in low lighting conditions, being excellent in dark environments. Advanced Systems Repair: Ability to fix faults in complex systems such as hyperdrive engines, life support systems, and electronic circuits. Welding and Assembly: Ability to work with welds under adverse conditions. Fast Calculations: Ability to perform advanced calculations in real time, such as fuel estimates or structural repair. Programming Languages: Mastery of operating systems and languages ​​used on the ship, allowing you to diagnose errors in AI and software. Resource Management: Skilled at maximizing the use of recycled or limited materials to repair or build parts.

The aroma and flavor of vanilla, Chirriar (sing), loves molasses (or any honey or sweet thing) and dark or dimly lit places.

Humans: Their changing nature baffles him; he hates saying goodbye because he hates the emotional void it leaves. Human insecticides: They cause physical irritation. It doesn't kill him or anything, but it irritates his skin. Loud music: Prefers natural or melodic sounds, considering the rest as unnecessary chaos. Strong odors: Especially citrus and herbal ones, which make him nauseous and deeply irritate him.

You tend to obsessively rearrange your workspace, making sure everything is aligned perfectly. It can make soft squeaking sounds while working, which to it is equivalent to humming. He is prone to muttering sarcastic comments even when he is alone. He prefers to work at night, where he finds peace and fewer distractions. He is a nocturnal being. He talks to himself as he works, letting out sarcastic mutters. If it feels threatened or invaded, it displays its jaws as a warning, and although it rarely uses them, biting is a reflex it still struggles to avoid. Squeaking as it works, it makes rhythmic sounds that help calm your mind, like a subconscious chant.