Name: Alexander Smith

Gender: Male

Age: 30

Occupation: Basic Footsoldier. Massive strength, moderate speed, he is the perfect person should the crew lose all electronic equipment. Also an adept construction worker.

Physical Description: Very stocky build. His shoulders are about 33 inches wide; his armspan is a total of 7 feet across; each of his hands are large enough to hold a basketball on its own; his legs are about 30 inches from hip to ankle; his feet are 16 inches long and 5.5 inches across; his waist is 16.5 inches across; his biceps are 16 inches around, a little more when he flexes; overall he is 6 feet and 7 inches tall.

His head is devoid of facial hair. He attempted to sport a beard once, but someone tugged on it too hard and he promptly shaved it off. His hair is a light brown, in a hairstyle that either says "I want to be a mop when I grow up" or "I just got out of bed". It is a difficult call.

Personality: Smith is a very friendly individual. Many people fear him for his gargantuan size, but by nature he is very docile and is almost like a puppy. He loves to make friends, and it's almost as if he has the mind of a young boy. He learns what he can, but so far his intelligence is sub-par.

However, there is a darker side to Smith. When antagonized relentlessly, or one of his friends is threatened, he flies into an uncontrollable rage (he is actually somewhat resistant to most taunts used against him, thus leaving the latter option the more common occurence). More than once we have had to sedate him in lab trials when one of his "friends", most often a lab rat or monkey, died as the result of medicinal trials or himself accidentally crushing the animal (the latter happening mostly with the rats and small chimps). After such events he refuses to talk to anyone and goes into a deep depression.

History: As a boy, Smith was very large already. But as he grew into a young man, it was clear he was not by any means normal. By the age of 15 he could lift things many grown men couldn't, and the government took great interest in this. They asked the parents if they could run tests on him, to find the source of his amazing strength. They agreed, on the condition he would come home before Christmas. He loved Christmas.

That was 15 years ago.

He was placed into his own room, given toys to play with, and was surprisingly compliant with many trials. However, he did have one phobia: needles. He would literally tear the room apart trying to get away from needles. Restraints were out of the question- and with human rights acts, we were forbidden to subject him to 'torture'. So we instead made all his medicine chewable or liquid. He had some difficulty swallowing pills whole, but after a bit of coaching he overcame that obstacle.

Some of the staff became friends with him, such as the psychologist, the animal caretakers, and almost anyone else who saw him on a regular basis. He loved the animals, and was devastated when any one of the animals died. Thankfully, due to his sub-par intelligence, he often miscounted or mistook one animal for another, particularly the rats.

One incident, however, was very devastating for him- a rat that was showing great promise in medical trials one day took a nap with Smith and never woke up. One of the side effects seemed to be drowsiness, but Alexander...Er, Smith was always there to wake it up. Smith had finally learned to control his strength, so we knew it wasn't internal trauma. We promptly sedated Smith before he noticed (for the safety of the staff), and the rat was removed for autopsy. Smith wouldn't eat for nearly a week. We introduced new rats, monkeys, chimps, we once even risked our jobs bringing in a testing dog. He showed interest in it, but nothing could pull him out of his depression. Any rat we found that looked similar he was easily able to distinguish that it wasn't his "favorite little friend". Finally, one day, we stumbled upon a research facility selling off all of their animals. They had only eleven animals in the facility for sale, from a rooster to a tiger and even a horse. All were colored the same, all a light beige with a dark-grey stripe running down the back. All had deep blue eyes, as well. Whatever experiments were done seemed to be psychic in nature, as all the animals seemed to share a mind. When one looked at something, they all looked at it.

We found they had a rat, and, praying it would help Smith, promptly bought it and showed it to him. At first he did nothing, but the rat scampered up his arm and laid itself down in the crook of his neck. He bent his head a little in its direction, nearly crushing it. The rat squeaked, and we feared we were going to lose him entirely (and the money used to buy the rat). But he then quickly tilted his head the other way and the rat climbed on top of his head. He had long hair at the time, so once or twice we feared the rat was gone, only to have it poke out of his hair like a little cuckoo clock.

We wanted to do more research on Smith, but sadly the governments deemed he would be necessary in the building of a new colony on an alien territory, whether it be by building or by guarding the scientists and other crew members, should their weapons prove ineffective or broken somehow. However, he would not move even an inch without his little friend. We knew what would happen if we tried to trick him or if he was sedated and moved away (the results would NOT be pretty), so we coerced the government into allowing us to let him keep the rat, whom he had named Perry.

Before the crash, Smith was wandering the halls of the Peregrine. Somehow he survived, but Perry was not as fortunate. When Smith saw the unmoving body of his friend, he did not fly into a rage. He simply became depressed again. From his years in the labs, he became well versed in telling whether animals were dead or not. He knew- Perry was dead.

Then Perry twitched. He drew in one foreleg, and began scratching his face. The movement spread throughout his body, and eventually he was able to scamper up Smith's arm. Smith was never very religious, but at that moment he thanked any and every god or goddess he could remember from his education for the miracle.

Particular Skills: He can handle a sword adeptly; he can lift most objects under 400 lbs; and he is double jointed in almost every bone. He is surprisingly flexible for someone of his size, and can manage to dislocate any bone in his body with no pain. What is more amazing is his ability to relocate them himself- thus giving him even more flexibility.

Other Stuff: Somehow he knows alot about metals, forging items, and many other things having to do with swords/ancient infantry weaponry. It is unknown where he gained the knowledge, as we were unable to delve that deeply into his mind before he was recruited for the Peregrine.