Colloway
SupportingA lean man of average height with fair skin and short dark hair, Colloway carries the perpetually exhausted look of someone who spends his days lazing on recreation room couches playing immersion games before shifting to the sensor room or pilot's chair. Dark circles rim his sharp eyes and his face rarely breaks into a smile, usually occupied instead by a burner cigarette hanging from his lips as he saunters forward to claim his seat. His rumpled ship attire and weary temple-rubbing give the impression of a wry, competent pilot who maintains an air of detached amusement even after battles or long voyages through space.
Contains info from Book 5+
Physical Description
A lean man of average height with fair skin and short dark hair, Colloway carries the perpetually exhausted look of someone who spends his days lazing on recreation room couches playing immersion games before shifting to the sensor room or pilot's chair. Dark circles rim his sharp eyes and his face rarely breaks into a smile, usually occupied instead by a burner cigarette hanging from his lips as he saunters forward to claim his seat. His rumpled ship attire and weary temple-rubbing give the impression of a wry, competent pilot who maintains an air of detached amusement even after battles or long voyages through space. A lean, dark-skinned pilot in his 30s with elfin, boyish features—sharp cheekbones and a sly grin—framed by a glowing synaptic halo. His pale blue eyes gleam intensely, often in the wash of blue cockpit light. Slim limbs splay in sleek pulseArmor, a burner dangling from his lips amid an aura of casual stillness. He exudes a poised, slightly drunken precision.
Evolution
Iron Gold
A lean man of average height with fair skin and short dark hair, Colloway carries the perpetually exhausted look of someone who spends his days lazing on recreation room couches playing immersion games before shifting to the sensor room or pilot's chair. Dark circles rim his sharp eyes and his face rarely breaks into a smile, usually occupied instead by a burner cigarette hanging from his lips as he saunters forward to claim his seat. His rumpled ship attire and weary temple-rubbing give the impression of a wry, competent pilot who maintains an air of detached amusement even after battles or long voyages through space.
- Introduced as a lean, weary pilot with dark circles and rumpled attire, sauntering to the pilot's chair with a burner cigarette.
- Displays competent piloting skills during battles and long voyages, maintaining an air of detached amusement.
- Rubs temples in exhaustion after shifts, embodying the wry genius of a recreation-room lazer.
- Contributes to ship operations from sensor room to cockpit in the Necromancer's early missions.
Book Appearances
Iron Gold
First appears Ch 30