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Icheb is a tall, gangly boy with big ears and a sharp nose ridge that extends up into his hairline. (A Trekverse alien just isn't a Trekverse alien anymore, without some sort of bumpy nose or forehead, you see.) A thin line of metal protruding from the curve around his left eye is indicative of his irremovable Borg implants, but as he's currently sporting a full head of dark hair and not zombie-white skin, it's a safe assumption that he's not exactly wandering around assimilating people anymore.
Instead, he's hovered over a half-finished device he's put together with the innards a couple gutted PINpoints that are strewn across the bar in front of him; amidst them is a big plate of food 'nutritional supplements' from which he is occasionally picking at, but he is largely distracted by a question that's been bothering him for some time now.
"What makes a home... a home?"
Instead, he's hovered over a half-finished device he's put together with the innards a couple gutted PINpoints that are strewn across the bar in front of him; amidst them is a big plate of food 'nutritional supplements' from which he is occasionally picking at, but he is largely distracted by a question that's been bothering him for some time now.
"What makes a home... a home?"