Commander Gil’an Tyris
Name Gil’an Tyris
Position Chief Science Officer
Rank Commander
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Bak’u | |
| Age | 55 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5’10” | |
| Weight | 170 lb | |
| Hair Color | Medium blonde | |
| Eye Color | Brown | |
| Physical Description | Outwardly, the Bak’u race is mostly indistinguishable from Humans. Their facial and bodily proportions are virtually identical. Gil has medium blonde hair and brown eyes, with a very youthful appearance that betrays his age. Growing up in the Briar Patch, unusual metaphasic radiation in his home planet’s ring system continuously regenerated his genetic structure. Thus, when he left his home at age 41, he still appeared as though he was barely physically mature. Even now, years after leaving home, he still appears as if he is in his twenties. |
Family
| Spouse | Commodre Elias McEntyre | |
| Children | Son: Emery McEntyre - 7 | |
| Father | Gul’na Tyris | |
| Mother | Janna Tyris | |
| Sister(s) | Ambassador Julaa Tyris - Sister |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Commander Gil Tyris is sharply intelligent and quietly intense, the sort of officer who seems to have already anticipated three moves ahead—not because he’s arrogant, but because his eidetic memory lets him hold an entire situation in his head with surgical clarity. That gift fuels his meteoric rise; he processes data, patterns, and human comportment with a speed and precision that makes him exceptionally effective in crisis and strategic planning alike. He wears his accomplishments with understatement: promotion, for him, is a mandate to do better, not a trophy to display. He runs hot on competence and low on tolerance for needless delay, which can make him seem brusque or aloof to those who don’t know him well. His memory, normally an asset, sometimes traps small slights or inefficiencies, making it hard for him to let go of things others would sweep aside. He’s prone to overloading himself—if he thinks he can solve something faster than delegating, he will, even when the smarter move is to trust his team. Still, underneath the controlled exterior is a deep, if guarded, loyalty: he remembers the little details about the people under his command, uses that knowledge to tailor support, and becomes a stabilizing, almost paternal presence in tense moments. His dry, precise humor and calm in the storm earn him respect, even from those who initially bristle at his intensity. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | + Eidetic memory – Retains and recalls vast amounts of detail instantly, giving him informational and tactical depth few can match + Analytical rigor – Breaks complex problems into tractable parts quickly and accurately; excels in scientific and technical reasoning + Situational awareness – Because he holds so much in mind simultaneously, he perceives interdependencies most others miss - Second-guessing others – Because he can envision many alternate solutions, he sometimes undermines colleagues by overanalyzing their choices - Low tolerance for inefficiency – Can come across as brusque or impatient with processes or people he perceives as slow or muddled - Overreliance on self – Prefers to solve things himself rather than delegate, which can overload him and underutilize his team |
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| Ambitions | Tyris’s ambition isn’t to climb a ceremonial ladder or collect stars on his collar; it’s to run a department that operates with surgical efficiency and relentless curiosity. He wants systems that hum, people who understand their roles deeply, and a culture where discovery is routine rather than occasional. His drive is toward refinement and insight—finding what’s hidden in data, improving processes, and mentoring those who can match rigor with imagination. Legacy, for him, is not a title but the sustained excellence of the unit he shepherds and the new knowledge they uncover together. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | Outside of duty, Tyris finds equilibrium in the intersection of numbers and sound—dissecting compositions through mathematical lenses, mapping rhythm to prime intervals, and exploring how harmonic series reveal hidden structures in alien and human music alike. He enjoys quiet evenings with his husband, Commodore McEntyre, and their son, turning casual downtime into playful explorations: teaching the boy the basics of waveforms with a hand-held resonance toy, improvising soft melodies on a holo-keyboard while discussing the geometry of scales, or taking slow walks under the stars where conversation drifts between family anecdotes and the latest curious pattern he’s uncovered. These moments—intimate, curious, and grounded—anchor him more than any rank ever could. |