Subspace Emissary
Star
- Joined
- Nov 20, 2017
- Location
- New Yawk
Lt. Heinrich Johannes Fraunhofer III
Son of the mega-wealthy planetary terraformer by the same name and grandson of astronaut, Olympic gold medalist, and Earthling folk hero who also wielded the same name. The strapping young man had the fame, the looks, and the wealth; those things afforded him the opportunities and training to forge his skills for the legacy he wished to create. One that would dwarf even that of his father and grandfather.
His legacy would be to be the man to unify the heavens.
The galaxy was a smorgasbord of competing factions, war, and crime. With no unified body of peace, the galaxy resembled the pirate-infested seas of Earth in the 1700s. Heinrich would be the man to unify the planets under one central authority -- and reign supreme as their leader.
Heinrich's family hailed from Germany, but he was born in America. Nowadays, national borders were less significant than planetary ones. Once humankind took to the stars, global politics changed to become more unified. Having excelled in the military under special forces and receiving specialized training for combat and interstellar voyaging, Heinrich's determination made him a warrior of Earth. But that wasn't enough. After finishing up his time in the military, Heinrich exercised his tremendous wealth to have his body experimented on and enhanced using new technology and drugs. With heightened reflexes and physical strength, the goal was to make humans competitive with other species in the galaxy.
It worked.
The cost was immense, but the investment was worth it to Heinrich. Faster, stronger, more agile, and heightened mental faculties. Who wouldn't want that? The costs of this heightened state was that his needs were heightened as well. He needed to eat like an Olympic swimmer, needed an average of 11 hours of sleep per day (this is an average, so if he needs to go without sleep for a bit, he's capable of doing it), and found himself sexually ravenous quite often. There are also occasional bouts of rage or lethargy that can last for as long as an hour.
The galaxy had no idea what his true purpose was in setting off, but humankind cheered on his brilliance and determination.
Once he was ready, he needed humanity to be ready for his voyage. Technologically, at least. Funding the world's largest research and development into improving space-fairing technology, he came into possession a state of the art spacecraft; a paragon of human engineering. Which, while not the best fairing in the galaxy, was very competitive for any scenario he should be faced with. It was fast, packed a punch, and had plenty of room.
The freighter would be known as the Adrenaline Spectre.
Now, after setting off to the stars, Heinrich was ready to take on the cosmos themselves...
Striding forth to the overhead screen in the Captain's Quarters, he seemed much larger than he was, standing at 6'0"; muscles grizzled enough behind his spacesuit to snap bones. From what could be seen, he had broad shoulders and pecs that gave him a top-heavy appearance. The biceps and triceps were round and meaty, complemented only by the thick, rippling forearms beneath them. Even from the front, you could see how wide his back was; his traps protruded mightily from the sides of his neck and his lats flared out behind his ribs. And despite the stereotype, it looked like his legs were just as well-trained and developed.
Despite being out in space, he was utterly manicured with perfectly tailored eyebrows and clean-shaven to precision with his blond sideburns ending in a shapely manner right at his earlobes. His blond locks peaked up in sort of a half-hearted pompadour whose slightly messy nature belied his otherwise pristine, thoroughly manicured, cleanly body. Heinrich's skin glistened like the dew and his rosy lips looked too inviting.
Standing still, his immersive aquamarine eyes that so often acted like a vortex sucking in those around him stared at the screen. On it was the name of the planet that the Adrenaline Spectre was in the orbit of now.
They would be landing soon.
Son of the mega-wealthy planetary terraformer by the same name and grandson of astronaut, Olympic gold medalist, and Earthling folk hero who also wielded the same name. The strapping young man had the fame, the looks, and the wealth; those things afforded him the opportunities and training to forge his skills for the legacy he wished to create. One that would dwarf even that of his father and grandfather.
His legacy would be to be the man to unify the heavens.
The galaxy was a smorgasbord of competing factions, war, and crime. With no unified body of peace, the galaxy resembled the pirate-infested seas of Earth in the 1700s. Heinrich would be the man to unify the planets under one central authority -- and reign supreme as their leader.
Heinrich's family hailed from Germany, but he was born in America. Nowadays, national borders were less significant than planetary ones. Once humankind took to the stars, global politics changed to become more unified. Having excelled in the military under special forces and receiving specialized training for combat and interstellar voyaging, Heinrich's determination made him a warrior of Earth. But that wasn't enough. After finishing up his time in the military, Heinrich exercised his tremendous wealth to have his body experimented on and enhanced using new technology and drugs. With heightened reflexes and physical strength, the goal was to make humans competitive with other species in the galaxy.
It worked.
The cost was immense, but the investment was worth it to Heinrich. Faster, stronger, more agile, and heightened mental faculties. Who wouldn't want that? The costs of this heightened state was that his needs were heightened as well. He needed to eat like an Olympic swimmer, needed an average of 11 hours of sleep per day (this is an average, so if he needs to go without sleep for a bit, he's capable of doing it), and found himself sexually ravenous quite often. There are also occasional bouts of rage or lethargy that can last for as long as an hour.
The galaxy had no idea what his true purpose was in setting off, but humankind cheered on his brilliance and determination.
Once he was ready, he needed humanity to be ready for his voyage. Technologically, at least. Funding the world's largest research and development into improving space-fairing technology, he came into possession a state of the art spacecraft; a paragon of human engineering. Which, while not the best fairing in the galaxy, was very competitive for any scenario he should be faced with. It was fast, packed a punch, and had plenty of room.
The freighter would be known as the Adrenaline Spectre.
Now, after setting off to the stars, Heinrich was ready to take on the cosmos themselves...
Striding forth to the overhead screen in the Captain's Quarters, he seemed much larger than he was, standing at 6'0"; muscles grizzled enough behind his spacesuit to snap bones. From what could be seen, he had broad shoulders and pecs that gave him a top-heavy appearance. The biceps and triceps were round and meaty, complemented only by the thick, rippling forearms beneath them. Even from the front, you could see how wide his back was; his traps protruded mightily from the sides of his neck and his lats flared out behind his ribs. And despite the stereotype, it looked like his legs were just as well-trained and developed.
Despite being out in space, he was utterly manicured with perfectly tailored eyebrows and clean-shaven to precision with his blond sideburns ending in a shapely manner right at his earlobes. His blond locks peaked up in sort of a half-hearted pompadour whose slightly messy nature belied his otherwise pristine, thoroughly manicured, cleanly body. Heinrich's skin glistened like the dew and his rosy lips looked too inviting.
Standing still, his immersive aquamarine eyes that so often acted like a vortex sucking in those around him stared at the screen. On it was the name of the planet that the Adrenaline Spectre was in the orbit of now.
They would be landing soon.