Zane Mathers
Major Zane Mathers
Jensen Ackles
Jensen Ackles as Zane Mathers
Age: 34
Features: High & tight hair, hazel eyes, perpetual stubble
Colony: Picon
Rank: Major
Department: Marines
Position: XO


Born on Picon, the son of a supply clerk in the Colonial Navy, Zane learned the art of being a true military brat. Never truly having a home, they moved from place to place depending on where his father was stationed at the time. Without roots, he clung to whatever piece of 'home' he could, whether it was a seashell from here, or a rock from there, or postcard. When you become a collector of things that represent memories instead of just the memories themselves, you end up with a lot of baggage and Zane carries it in spades.

Immediate Family

He has a mother. He has a father. They're long since nuked. Isn't that enough?

Service Jacket

Physical Features

Maybe it's the close clipped hair. Maybe it's the squared jawline. Whatever it is, this man is clearly one thing with a capital 'M': Marine. He carries himself with the confident air of strong musculature, his cut lean and fit with broad shoulders that narrow to a trim waist. Despite his best intentions, there seems to be a perpetual five o'clock shadow on his jaw line, kept in check enough to pass military muster. He has a slight cleft in his chin beneath the fullness of his lips, and there are deepingly laughlines around his mouth and hazel eyes.

Zane Mathers is dressed in Marine fatigues minus the outer shirt. A dark brown tank top covers a gray sleeveless T-shirt, with a pair of silver hexagonal dogtags dangling from a chain around its neck. The T-shirt is tucked into a pair of light brown trousers, the legs of which are bloused into the top of black combat boots. A subdued black web belt is worn around the waist.

Pulled low shading his eyes is an old worn cap with a frayed bill sporting a faded Fort Cetus patch. It's clear the hat is quite broken in but well loved. His left bicep, exposed by the sleeveless shirt, is covered by an extensive tattoo that reaches down to his elbow. Done in black ink and varying shades of grey, three winged woman are intertwined in some sort of carnal rage as if vying for a higher position on his arm. Their fingers seem to claw his skin, their wings beating his flesh, and their faces are contorted in exquisite pain. They are the Erinyes.

On the Grid

Known Associates

File Image Name Notes
Cidra_icon.jpg Major Cidra Hahn My meal buddy. So what if I eat more food off her tray than my own.


  • Took up rock climbing as a hobby, because it's basically free. If you don't mind falling to your death because of sub-standard equipment.
  • Had piano lessons as a child because his mother wanted him to be 'cultured'. His chosen profession probably isn't quite what she had in mind.
  • Horrible packrat. Everything has a use, down to the smallest paperclip.
  • Being in the profession that he is, he found ways to get around that pesky personal weight allowance every crewmember has when coming aboard a new ship. Call it creative paperwork.
  • Has a knack for getting people what they want in exchange for something they have. Even if they didn't realize they needed said item or dispatch with the other.
  • Finds creative uses for things. Hence 'upcycling'. Ice cube trays make excellent jewelry organizers, and what not.

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