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Alias: "Zeta Tech"
Real Name: Alfons Blauvelt
Gender: Male
Birth date: Untimely ripped from his mothers womb the third of April (god knows what year).
Age: You sure you want to know?
Species: Human
Occupation: Laboratory Technician (To be more realistic, he's Alpha's lap dog. He takes care of what ever small task the boss lady says to do. Why? ...Let's just say the pay is good).


Appearance:

Eyes: Brown little slits on either side of his face. They have the malicious gleam in them so often found on the faces of little imps and hob-goblins.

Hair: Greasy, black, long and uncut. It's not that Zeta doesn't believe in persona hygiene, he's simply far to busy to deal with the hassle of taking a shower every day.

Skin Color: Olive brown, Zeta. The color is reminiscent to that of desert living and Native American peoples.

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 198lbs.

Build: I wouldn't call the man muscular nor is he in any shape to go out and run a marathon. Zeta is the envy of all the, 197lb weaklings...that is if there were any one to envy him. His temperament seems to drive those near to him, far, far away.

Distinguishing features: Zeta is fairly normal looking. After an encounter with him, the most memorable physical features would likely be his constant five o'clock shadow and the little purple baggies under his eyes.

Fashion: Due to his job, Zeta is most often seen in a large white lab coat. From a distance he looks fairly normal, however upon getting closer you will notice the maroon sports blazer underneath his coat, faded dark blue jeans and black tie around his neck. It makes you wonder if he chose his clothes with purpose, or simply got dressed in the dark. (My money would be on a combination of the two.) For shoes, Zeta wears a pair of black and white evening vintage wear...sneakers? They certainly aren't sneakers nor the most comfortable thing to wear standing around in a lab. But despite minor details, they finish Zeta's ensemble nicely with matching tie.

Medical Information: Zeta is a heavy smoker. There's no particular reason behind this behavior; stressed, not stressed, hot or cold, angry or in a pleasant mood, it doesn't matter Zeta will have a cigarette between his lips. Zeta smokes whenever, where ever. Yes, he even smokes around Jamie. The only exception to this bad habit is when he is forced to work with delicate and sensitive subjects in the labs...or when Alpha yells at him not too.

Personality: The question were all wondering about Zeta is, "What crawled up your a** and died"? Zeta is a horrible son, father and overall miserable excuse for a human being. He never failed when it came to matters of intelligence or being a provide member of society, but his attitude is simply so sour the world would probably have been a better place with out him. Antisocial, malicious with his remarks and insensitive to others feelings, he's as poisonous as the cigarettes he consumes.

Significant Other: What? Did you actually think someone would be able to stand him? HahahahaHaHAHAHABWAHHOHAHO...I'm sorry about that, where were we?


Likes: Smoking, Reading the Paper, Opera, Being left alone.

Dislikes: Children, The Elderly, Animals, Nonsense

Interesting Facts: You'll never see Zeta working at Alpha's lab, yet he'll toss reports onto her desk when she finally gets fed up and yells for them. How does he do it? Every morning between the hours of three and four AM, Zeta will wake up, finish his work and go back to sleep. He's worked this way for years, and has become quite efficient at completing weeks of work assignments in one hour.

Personal Quote: "Your mother should have had an abortion."

Residence: A small dirty apartment located in Durem.