From the discovery of the Gamma Quadrant wormhole, to the fallout from the Hobus Hypernova, a lot has happened during Torden’s time in Starfleet. Still, strategy is life, and he has always sought the best for himself and those around him. Courteous, efficient, Torden is doing all he can to run from that sense of helplessness he felt during the Dominion War. Yet when the lights are out and he’s alone with the hum of the warp core in his quarters, the feeling still haunts the dark corners of his mind. Calculating, calm and gets along well with Vulcans. Can appear cold hearted but there is humour for those close enough to him. Hard on himself. Overly modest, he thinks of himself as a nobody compared to some of the officers he has served with.
Van Der Luan is tall, broad and barrel chested. He appears big, heavy and intimidating, something like a cross between a Stardust City night club bouncer crossed with an organized crime enforcer. A first impression that is totally incorrect, since he is generally friendly, relaxed and pleasant with a ready smile. Fair hair, blue eyes, a soft accent and deep tan hint at his South African Boer heritage.
His left hand and arm below the elbow is a bio-mechanical prosthetic.
Van Der Luan is a hardworking professional, enjoying his work, career and being in Starfleet. On duty he is steady, reliable and a complete professional. Able to think quickly and logically he is calm and decisive under stress.
Off duty he is relaxed and easy going with a liking for strong cigars and rough whiskey