Robert Kiska (a.k.a. Psovod)
A man raised by wolves
Hailing originally from the Syndicate central core of planets. He grew up in the family business— raising and training canines for law enforcement. The canines in question were a genetic evolution of direwolves bred with working-class dogs with sharp noses and unerring self-control.
During his upbringing, his psychologist noted him as being animal-centric with few friends. Partway through school, Robert instigated a string of thirteen physical altercations against students and staff. This led to his expulsion from the Syndicate school system. Interestingly, after leaving the school system, he educated himself and scored in the 86th percentile.
An in-depth auric activity scan revealed a significant distrust of sophont, deeply ingrained in the mind. Auric therapy helped over the next two years, but at the age of sixteen, he left the family business and pulled some favors to land a role as a K-9 capability unit in the Syndicate Travel Authority. He was paired with one of his own canines who took on a simple name. Dobrý.
Their combined performance reviews in this role are stellar, with a significant uptick in contraband seized. Including a case that drew intergalactic attention, a massive animal trafficking sting. In the slaughter that ensued, Dobrý took a bullet. Cameras caught Psovod coming out carrying the massive canine, screaming at the top of his lungs for a genazine that no one had. Dobrý passed away. Psovod earned a Commissioner's Star, and Dobrý earned the Citizen Hero's Mantle.
Psovod only came back after an entire year of bereavement, thanking the constant support from the public and from his closest peers. He did not take another canine, going alone until the fateful day that he found another animal being smuggled for one of the cities Hedon bars, this one was special for two reasons.
It was a damn Sazakraht cub.
It asked for help.
Psovod had to choose between giving the cub to the authorities and no doubt having it be put down, or sacrificing all he had in the Syndicate to keep this guy safe. He chose the latter and traded all of his favors for an immigration to Federation space.
Fast forward 10 Years
Dravec grew up damn fast, and is now as tall as Psovod at the shoulder. They begin causing trouble in their home of Sig V, challenging the local drug cartel out of boredom, the desire to do something good, and sating Dravec's growing bloodlust.
Fast Forward another 10 Years Psovod and Dravec manage to lay the ever loving smack down on the kingpin who has been holding Sig V down through an oppressive regime and no oversight by the Federation (Cause it's a mined out planet). They leave the planet after the job is done, leaving the people of Sig V to their own devices and taking a journey aboard the Jupiter Message. A couple of adventures with Captain Riss brought him to the Prism Nexus Rescue Facility. An animal rescue built inside a refitted super-freighter wayship. There he has been serving as the apprentice of the Aen Monolith Deřek. Under his guidance he is learning about how to work even closer with Dravec as well as with other creatures. He is also learning veterinary and orga-sculpting skills!
Excerpt from Kytherian Mechanisms
"Let's do this." Psovod muttered, stepping behind Rhossa into the lobby. A passing smile, hungry like a predator, is cast to the greeter. He tugged his large-bore rifle off his back along with the scabbard, placing both into a cubical. With formalities aside, he pushed his way into the courtyard.
His brain chugged, catching up with the amount of sensory overload reported from his eyes, nose, and ears. "I didn't even know you could get six of those..." he muttered to his party. Of whom he spoke of, many could fit the description.
Psovod could sense that his Sazakraht, Dravec, needed a pep-talk, this had to be a mind-expanding experience and he wanted it done right. He turned to face his Sazakraht pack-mate, grabbing his attention and giving him a solid staredown.
"Alright Dravec, let's make something clear. We are a pack, you and I. Look around us. All these things for us to try." He licked his lips, looking over Dravec to the dozens upon dozens of carnal attractions appealing to every sin.
"We do it together, Dravec! This whole place is our hunting ground tonight! You and I are going to feast on the finest booze, meats, and whatever else your uplifted mind could even conceive!" His speech ended, a fanged grin plastered across his scarred visage. "How's that sound?" He queried the Sazakraht.
Raiment
Psovod's raiment is designed to be light and mobile, but also maintain his imagery of a man in the wild.
Rifle
His weapon is a custom-made thumper of a rifle, a 'gift' taken from smugglers during the last days of the raid. The traditional large bore might have an impractical action, but Psovod loves his Aesthetic.
