<face plant> Didn't think I'd want that 'post editing' privilege quite this soon...
Anyway, here's mine:
Name: Ratigua dis Cabrinta sor Tibretzsi ("Rati")
Age: 28 (thought about calculating some kind of galactic standard time units for this, but <shrugs> I suck at math. If anyone else cares to give it a go, you're totally welcome to it.)
Skin: Thin, translucent membrane, color changes according to physical states (blue=rest, purple=exertion, red= exhaustion, etc.)
Description: generally humanoid in appearance, slender, sinewy build, smooth skin, pale green eyes with vertical pupils and a second, thin tissue covering beneath the upper eyelids, dull, serrated teeth that break easily and regrow rapidly
History: Rati was born on a small moon orbiting a gas giant in a slowly decaying orbit around a binary star in the Epsilon Eridani system. His mother, Cabrinta, was a bit of a free spirit, and in a culture who's firmest guiding principle amounts to "Do whatever you want, so long as the next generation can do it, too", that's saying something. Merkhalians achieved short-range FTL almost a full two centuries before the human race, but in their opinion there wasn't much 'out there' to be worth trifling with. A fiercely individualist species, Merkh's don't really care about communities or tight-knit bonds with others, and Rati is no exception. He joined up with a small salvage outfit that stopped groundside a few years ago because he was bored, a little drunk, and generally liked the shape of the ship. He'd be the first to tell you his reasons were lousy, but the contract he signed with the crew's chief was rock-solid. The last couple years he's spent wandering in the dark, scanning every square Km of space for useful or valuable cosmic debris in a one-man shuttle on loan from the salvage outfit. It's been quiet, real peaceful-like...until he caught sight of the FeL about a month ago and thought he'd hit the motherlode. The moment he got close enough to scan it, however, the massive ship's onboard systems reached out and hijacked Rati's dustwalker and mistook it for a loose escape pod, drawing it in to itself and locking it down. Now Rati's trapped onboard a half-crazed ship with severe separation anxiety--and plenty of ways to make certain he'll never leave...