Harold Jian Shing
Harold is about 1.65 m (5'5") tall. He is of sturdy stature,
remedying his lack of height with his broad shoulders and relative fitness. In looks he takes after his father.
Harold's left hand is a prosthesis, its artificial nature is only apparent at closer examination as the cover doesn't quite match his skin color or when he removes said cover to "get in those hard to reach places apparently made by some Jwei Gai Won Se
under the assumption that an army of highly skilled rodents stands by to repair the ship, graargh!"
Harold prefers to wear his often mended and heavily stained brown overall at most occasions. He owns other clothes, though. (Usually stores them in the hamper.)Special Skills:
Hunting, farming, very basic veterinary and human medicine, space vessel maintenance and modification (mechanics, electronics, software), ambidextrous.Job on Ship:
Mechanic/Flight EngineerBrief History/Personality:
Being the youngest son, born third to Liang Lei
Black and Jonathan Ulysses Black, Harold struggled to keep up with his significantly older brothers.
It wasn't made easier by the fact that they lived far off the beaten track in a farming community on Whitefall, only visiting the next outpost of civilization to trade farmed goods for needed supplies.
Harold never quite understood why his parents chose to live there. The clearest answer he got was:
"The core is so very rotten, no way for a kid to grows up there properly. Be happy you gets to livin' in the juicy pulp. Now, sleep tight."
He took this advice to heart, trying to soak up as much of knowledge as he could to make his father proud, since Harold never stood a chance to compete with his brothers physically.
And that could have been it, if it had not been for her
on one of their visits to the outpost. She wasn't overly pretty, and her best days were long gone, but - she sure could sing.
Granted, to everyone but Harold it sounded like the almost painful roar of completely oversized thrusters. To him, it was an angel choir.
Harold immediately fell in love. The mechanic of this beauty called Esmeralda
saw the starry-eyed boy and gave Harold a tour.
Afterward Harold still fulfilled his duties on the farm, yet it became more and more apparent to his parents that his heart wasn't in it anymore. Quite often, they found him reading or scribbling some obscure formula on some smart paper. Other times, he took apart perfectly fine farm machinery, only to reassemble it. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.
As Harold grew older this lead to various falling-outs. After one particularly severe, Harold left the farm.
Finally, he was able to give in to his passion, fortunately not having to search for long for someone to take him on as an apprentice.
It was during those years, Harold lost his left hand. Or as he says:
"If you don't respect the tigress, she will bite your hand clean off."
Since he was a lefty that proved to be a disadvantage, even though the ship's medic was quick on his feet and saved enough nerve tissue to support a cybernetic hand. Remarkably Harold managed to turn this predicament around: He learned to use his right hand just as well and, after meddling with the internal programming of his prosthesis, now had quite a versatile tool. Nothing extreme, it's just more flexible than a natural hand. His favorite party trick is making a fist the other way around
As of now, he worked on numerous ships and generally works for everybody who owns a ship and is willing to hire him.Other Facts:
Harold usually develops a close relationship toward a vessel, treating it like a person. He comes across a bit weird that way, but he is well-mannered and treats every person with respect (as long as they don't fiddle with the ship). He has basic knowledge of politics, but doesn't really concern himself with it.