[b]Lucien's helmet began to peel back, first with the jaw piece, then the red sensors folded to side so the top could slip backwards. He looked the small as usual... Classy haircut that covered his right eye, the other pale green Orn showing ageless knowledge. He wore a slight shadow, his neatly trimmed facial hair well kept. He aged exceptionally well... Compared to his twin.[/b] [i]"Fantastic... Mostly. Been getting a lot done. Home planet is finally rebuilt and the economy is running... Hell, I even work as a weapon designer again."[/i] [b]Lucien seemed pleased, life was turning around. And Damien had plenty of work to return to when he set out to helping his artificial homeworld.[/b] [i]"And how about you? I assume your hair turns more red the more thinking you do..."[/i] [b]Lucien's humor was always a little more lacking than Damien's, more of the calm and collected businessman that was too nice for his own good. But the massive suit of armor and machine gun contrasted well, giving Lucien the 'classy merc' style.[/b]