Name: 'Colonel' Odessa Cubbage

Gender: Male, Straight

Age/DOB: 50? / Unknown

Origin: Repurposed Earth, USA unknown location, pretends to be British

Family: Unknown wives or lovers, two male children Cody and Hercule

Other: Well known among the City 10 (London) rebellion, Cubbage has a fan following, but perhaps not for the best reasons. They like to watch him screw up.

Height: 5'10

Weight: 170, when he eats enough he can get quite flabby, though because the Rebellion actually does require some amount of effort, he is still fit enough to scuttle around without getting hit, unremarkably average

Hair: Red, greying, kept quite short but shaggy, and under a cap at almost all times

Eyes: Blue, intense and usually darting a bit, under extremely bushy brows

Appearance: ruddy skinned with plenty of stubble, a mustache that is almost as fake as his accent, though charmingly annoying; his jacket, while it has pinned on military awards, is from his prior job at Rochester University in New York, with a clearly visible 'Security' emblem on the patch on his arm, and the word security on its back. He is not a colonel.

Genetic Abilities: None, he is entirely bereft of such things, and is easily manipulated by anyone with Vortal power... Such as Lane

Icarus Processing: None and would not benefit.

Image Credits: Valve / tektek

Skills or Profession: Apparently, Cubbage has plenty of military experience! Just don't ask exactly where from. In truth he's more of a con man and charismatic leader without a clue, than anything else. While he does have some amount of skill with the tools or efforts that the rebellion needs such as being able to shoot a gun and actually recognize what sorts of weaponry and armor exist, putting them into his hands would be a terrible idea indeed. He worked security, he's not even nearly as good at it as Barney Calhoun was at Black Mesa. How Cubbage survived is a complete mystery.
To be fair, he is able to spin incredible yarns about 'his' exploits; those exploits are more often someone else's, and always exaggerated to a degree. He's a much better bard and story teller than he is a rebel, and definitely better at those things than actively leading anyone into conflict. He could however be trusted to lead people out of it, his duck and cover, scamper, and hide in the shadows routine is quite good. If anyone could teach him how to actually use that terrible accent he puts on, that would be great.
Personality: A braggart and liar, willing to manipulate other people but not maliciously, Cubbage has a long history of doing absolutely nothing and taking all the credit for everything around him. So much so that other people actively comment about it when he's not in earshot. He is an abject coward, but he does manage a show of bravado as long as anyone's watching. He seems keenly aware of this, though, and if observed when he's alone (which is a feat, handled usually by some ravens hanging out nearby...) he is in a word, a worrywart. He frets, audibly, but clears his head quickly and responds to anyone's presence with a dashing smile and a clearly affected accent. He does have a decent vocabulary, but he often doesn't know what the hell he's even saying.
Events or History: Since Cubbage doesn't talk about his past, there is little to go on regarding his actual history. His sons are aged 17 and 11, and are from two different mothers by their appearances.
The best anyone can figure out, by piecing together his many and varied lies, is that post-Synchronicity, he was moved from New York to City 10, London, and once there basically lied his way through numerous gates and communities, and established himself as some kind of tour guide or consultant. When the Combine arrived later, he and a good number of students who had been visiting the City were isolated - thankfully - and he being the eldest of the group naturally assumed command. The fact that a good number of these students were absolutely shitfaced the entire time had a lot to do with that. Isabella Wong was the only Pantheon member anywhere near, and eventually led to his meeting other rebels. This might have put a dent in his shining star of leadership, but for the fact that Geoff and Gordon decided that it wasn't even worth their time to stop him from 'being in charge'. They gave him a post where they thought he would do the least amount of damage, and have the best opportunity to maybe learn from the experience.
After the downfall of the Combine, however, he was actually brought back to Black Mesa in order to integrate into the population. He and his sons have had a... rocky reunion at best, but at the very least he is able to proudly say that he is a 'still fertile!' member of the Human race.
.... yaaaaaay.

Dragon

Name: Vashtith
Gender: Female, fertile
Size/Shoulder/Length: tiny, under 5' shoulder / 24' l / 28' ws. She's about the length of a very young Green and will never get bigger.
Colors: Green, a brilliant lime-to white green darker on her head, tail, and hind paws; white-green wingsails that are tinted in a more forest tone, but still mostly static-shaded; eyes shift with mood but generally match her green color scheme
Features: Pernese, four legs, two wings; thick hide that requires oiling or moisturizing, sheds infrequently; four thick claws on paws, three fingers with heel-claw; featureless but quite strong almost prehensile tail, though normally Pernese have some form of external features on their heads, she completely lacks any knobs, external ears, or even a neck ridge, she's completely smooth. Her wings are internally two-fingered, with a short claw at each and one at the wrist, with solid leather bearing the same color as her hide on the undersides; She has such a compact size that she may not be flown by any but the smallest of males, offspring will inherit TH name ending provided the right mate, she can throw multicolor 'sport' dragons, but not any ranked Pernese like Bronze or Gold.
Powers: Winged flight, though not very durable and can't maintain speed too long, she can spring into the air in a hurry, she is very fast and tends toward low-altitude flights around urban areas, she's very good at dodging bullets in fact.
Teleportation, though she's not able to go more than 50 miles at a burst, she can teleport locally a dozen times in quick succession before she needs to rest. She can unerringly spot a place to hide and teleport directly to it, and does not any longer use 'between' for this purpose. She just shows up.
Camo, with her green hide, she seems to have a bit of camouflage ability. She can remain still for lengths of time up to an hour, and can vanish literally in plain sight as quick as a blink. Her camouflage is visual only, but quite thorough, and she can emulate nearly any light-colored palette or pattern on both her wings and body.
Telepathy, though she doesn't speak much, she can hear other dragons clearly, and peer into the minds of Vortally active humans quite well. She prefers not to, though, and has a tightly formed bond with her new rider and caretaker. He at least values her abilities, and just like her ... first bond, he could see straight at her when she vanished before his eyes.
She lacks the ability to breathe fire, whether it's assisted or not, thus she's a normally fertile little green.
Parentage: Green-Red-White Ajandeykth [Vella Crean, wild] + White Surrith [Wu Weyr, Gold Caroth & Brown Davoth (both of Jerdan)]; direct sibling Green-Gold Yilanith
Origin: Healing Den Flight Frenzy 1, abandoned by Vaneta
Other Info: Vashtith means beautiful, and this dragon lives up to that. Also, she's vain as hell, and wants to make sure that she doesn't get scratched up. This suits her beloved new bond just fine, as he's apt to look out for his own hide too. She knows that Cubbage is a liar and a braggart, but she doesn't care. She has enjoyed his company and his tall tales, even to the point of wondering why the others don't just put him in charge of writing history!