The eyes of the old bearded man standing in front of you are filled with sympathy, even if his strict expression gives him a serious aspect. If you observe him for a while, you will see a patient capsuleer permanently analysing his environnement and paying attention to small details. When he notices some looking at him, he smiles extremely briefly and quietely nods. When concentrating, he rubs absently the stump of his left third finger on his white beard. His exploration suits is practical and a bit worn but clean. An heavy object weight down his right pocket, a Quafe can, maybe? If someone engages a conversation with him, he prefers to listen carefuly and take time to think before giving his opinion, trying to really understand the point of view of his interlocutor. He usually pilots space junks where he spends much time navigating, listening space rock while he reads or acid techno when he calculates a new itinerary. It's easy to understand that this person will tend to avoid fighting and prefer leaving the room better than let anger consume him.