Damian Drax, 29 years old, sharp and slick with grey eyes that can turn on a cold charm at any moment. Which you'll only get to see if he ever takes off his trademark chrome aviators — yes, even inside. Rarely found without a cigarette hanging from his lips, which he lights with a zippo forged from rare metals mined on Thedus. It reminds him of where he grew up, with his parents, miners being exploited by the cruel hand of the Weyland-Yutani Company. Life was cold, dangerous, and smelt of burnt oil and grease.
Thedus was where he picked up his limited understanding of heavy machinery, as well as his tough, survivor-mentality. He's determined to redeem his family name by climbing the ranks of Seegson Company, as fast as possible. He has little if anything good to say about the WYC, and might even throw blows if he catches you talking sideways about Seegson.
 
As far you can tell, he's principled, arrogant, has no time for "losers", likes to get his way, and given the way he twitches in the morning, probably has a habit he's not talking about. Oh, and the one thing he really hates? Small dogs.