Aleph

Username: The Deleter

Name: Aleph Rosenberg

Gender: Male

Race: Reticulan

Colour:

Description: Aleph resembles one of the stereotypical “grey aliens” from popular culture – a four foot five, grey-skinned alien with a large, egg-shaped head, thin limbs, hooves and large black eyes. He has a few small scars around his face from past adventures, which are a sore point for him. He wears a thin black bodysuit with a slivery belt around his waist, and little else. The more noticeable thing about him is the ice cream truck he drives as part of his job, a battered white vehicle that struggles to play “You Are My Sunshine” on good days and bleats out nightmare-inducing tones the rest of the time. A pair of pink fuzzy dice hand from the mirror – Aleph likes the irony.

The defining trait that could describe Aleph is “tired,” or perhaps “apathetic.”  He moves like he’d rather not, drawls his words in an accent that isn’t quite southern, and takes longer than he needs to when performing even the simplest task. This is probably due to one or more of the following things – the alien atmosphere and conditions of Earth, a laid-back and highly passive personality, a prior life of crime which culminated in the robbery of a Reticulan Hyperbank, or the fact that his psionic lobes are totally burnt out due to an incident during the aforementioned bank robbery. Regardless, he’d rather avoid conflict or drawing attention to himself to prevent the long arm of galactic law from catching him, and prefers his days of living in a crappy apartment and selling ice cream to insufferable children. His chosen job also allows him to satisfy his bizarre addiction to mint in the form of mint-flavoured ice cream, a vice that he struggles to moderate.

Weapons/Abilities: Aleph, determined to avoid notice, carries various methods of disguise on his person and in his van. His favoured method is a skinsuit, a synthetic material which compresses his form to that of a short, portly, middle-aged Italian man. However, this does restrict his mobility greatly, and thus he has a few backup devices. A hologram projector allows him to assume a similar form whilst retaining freedom of movement, although those with a keen eye may notice an odd flatness to this disguise. Contact with water will short out the hologram, and the battery life is limited to four hours operation before it must be charged by solar power. In a pinch, Aleph can strain the ruined psionic lobes in his brain to create a temporary Ignorance Field, causing people who look at him to simply overlook the fact that he is an alien entirely – however, this is painful for him and he hates using this power.

Aleph keeps an old 50’s-looking raygun pistol in the glove compartment of the ice cream truck. This weapon is capable of reducing flesh to ash, leaving a charred skeleton behind, and requires no reloading or ammunition. However, due to Aleph’s desire to avoid conflict, its primary skill is to gather dust.