Height: 5'9
Weight: 155ish
Body Type: Thin and pale until joining the ARRC, after which his skin darkened in the sun and he started to stack on muscle.
Apparent Age: Late teens.
Actual Age: Early twenties.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown and worn long, perfectly coifed, until the caravan, when he has it cut short to avoid the heat.
Clothing: While used to the finest of Core fashions, he is given only an off-white, loose fitting apprentice's hovecloth shirt, brown pants, and a pair of tardigen leather boots upon joining the caravan.
Weaponry: Whatever comes to hand.
Skillsets:
Core Education (Mathematics, Literature, Philosophy, Politics, etc.)
Basic Self-defense
Born to privilege so great that even high society set him apart as "the other", Aston has always strained beneath the mantle of the Rast family name. Haunted by his mother's early passing, trapped in the shadow of his father's greatness, and surrounded by wealth and power he had no part in creating, he has very little in life that he can truly call his own and few meaningful relationships from which to build.Sensing a dark shift in the political winds of Nyyt, Aston's father suddenly thrusts him into the alien environment of the ARRC, offering him up to the masters as an apprentice in a bid to safeguard him against the depredations of the Regulator and the Council.Unskilled, inexperienced, and hiding behind a thin shield of arrogant condescension, Aston soon finds himself the lowest of the low within the company hierarchy. Renamed Tns, to hide his identity and remind him of his new place in the world, he must learn quickly to reinvent himself within a peer group that regards competence as its highest value, and honors men for their deeds, rather than their birthright.