Albus Smith

Albus first came to Hedion University in pursuit of biological immortality, believing clone transference to be the key to escaping death entirely. Experience proved otherwise. Each destruction of his body left echoes, pain remembered, disorientation lingering, and the creeping realization that resurrection did not make death meaningless. Though his consciousness endured, the act of dying never grew easier.

Marked by these early losses, Albus chose caution over ambition. He withdrew into the relative safety of high-security space, where CONCORD’s presence offered a fragile buffer against oblivion. When travel beyond it becomes unavoidable, he favors small, agile hulls, vessels built to evade rather than endure. Speed, subtlety, and the ability to slip away unseen are his safeguards, for survival, not firepower, is the truest measure of success when every death is still keenly felt.

The black leather jacket he wears, traced with blood-red accents, is a deliberate provocation. It was stitched from scavenged materials and patterned after Blood Raider iconography, though stripped of its ritual significance. Albus harbors nothing but contempt for the cult, yet he has learned the utility of their reputation. In low-security corridors and lawless systems, the colors alone invite hesitation, pirates pause, agents misjudge, and zealots sometimes mistake him for a sympathizer.

He wears it not out of allegiance, but defiance: a reminder that death worshippers do not own the symbols of blood and survival. If the jacket unsettles those who see it, so much the better. Discomfort creates distance, and distance, more often than armor, keeps him alive.