Heironymous Everand

Name:	Heironymous "Mouse" Everand
Bonded To:	Zionibosch, male mutt-dragon
Sex:	Male
Species:	Human
Age:	37
Height:	6'4"
Weight:	162 lbs
Residence:	Star City
Position:	Low-level programmer
Description:	Heironymous is tall and lanky, thin and reedy, with a paleness to him that suggests he doesn't see the sunlight much-- not that anyone on a space station would, but he doesn't bother with expensive sun-treatments, instead relying on vitamin supplements and simply not caring that he doesn't look tanned. He has bright red hair, thin and straight and combed back from a high forehead, growing to about his shoulders and often pulled back into a tiny, somewhat silly-looking little ponytail, just to keep it out of his way. His small mouth is usually pursed in thought or turned down in concentration, but he has an attractive smile when he cares to show it. Perched on a hawk-like nose, obscuring wide, pale brown eyes, are a pair of very high-tech but shabby-looking glasses, built and programmed to adjust to whatever focal range he happens to need for any given task, but looking as if they were cobbled together from spare screws and home-sanded lenses. He dresses plainly, in practical attire, and has very little in the way of cyborware, limited to small finger-extensions for rapid typing and a plug in the back of his head for direct computer-access. In the hands of a make-over artist, he might be able to turn out handsome, but as it is, he... doesn't, exactly.
Personality:	Very few people know or even know of Heironymous, and that is, for the most part, the way Heironymous likes it. He is strongly introverted, has a dreadful stutter which frequently embarrasses him, and is so out of practice being social with anyone but his small circle of rather quirky friends that the thought of moving beyond that circle makes him rather nervous. He spends most of his time working on one program or another, for work or his own enjoyment, sharing drinks with his few friends in an out-of-the-way tavern on the Star City station, or keeping his dragon company.
History:	Heironymous is a fairly poor soul, unable to afford trendy cyborware or even state-of-the-art replacements for his jury-rigged glasses, but he doesn't really mind. He doesn't have much of a life, but he's content with what he has. Most of his life has been spent on the Star City station, after his parents moved off of the affiliated planet to escape dust storms, allergies, and illnesses. They never really settled in well, drifting from job to job, until finally Heironymous's mother passed away and his father returned to the planet. Heironymous remained behind, for two reasons: one, he was unsuited for the harsh life below, being fairly delicate of health and half-blind without very strong glasses; and two, he had bonded a dragon. The bond with Zionibosch, or often just 'Bosch since that's quicker and easier to say, was a complete accident. Heironymous was merely a spectator at a hatching, a rare treat as his family was hardly one of those who were invited or who could afford such things. The little black hatchling had clambered up into the stands and cheerfully thrown his life on its ear by choosing him. Heironymous was sixteen at the time, and has been bonded with Zionibosch for twenty years so far, almost to the day. Despite being bonded to a dragon, Heironymous is hardly material for police work, planet-side assistance, or even heavy carrying that many dragons and their riders are set to doing on the Star City station. Instead, Heironymous found himself a low-level job programming for the on-board scientific community. Zionibosch makes himself useful by relaying telepathic messages, but for the most part, though Heironymous knows he is loved, the dragon is simply bored.