T'sal

As a youth T’sal was mesmerised by the flying creatures that soared over the dusty planes of Vulcan, thier effortless dance drew him to the peaks of his copper homeworld. One day as a reckless young man with only a fabric parachute on his back he leapt into the skies to join them.

Some say his feet have never touched the ground since.

Tall and lithe, T’san looks almost like the raptors and flying creatures he idolised and over the years he has added a number of cybernetic augments to better acclimate himself to flight. After a century he has become an expert in the air, and the vehicles that race through it.

T’sal is quick, in word and in thought. More than once he has been told to take a breath, literaly and figuratively. Often mistaken as a hot head by his peers and superiors his starfleet career has suffered somewhat as a result and though he does have a bit of a short fuse T’sal is anything if hot headed. His already formidable Vulcan mental disciplince combined with a variety of cybernetic augmentations allows the pilot to run consider a wide variety of probabilities and mathmatical considerations effortlessly, T’sal is usually right and thats because he’s thought it through. A lot. Now part of Theta Squad T’sal is finding that not all things follow his predictions.