Relatives: Interspace Commerce corporate lawyer William "Bill" Grey (father), Samantha "Sam" Grey (mother), Patrick "Pat" Grey (brother)
Previous Fields of Work: Law school, six months (aborted); West Point Military Academy, four years (graduated, honors); escort piloting, Interspace Commerce, various other Libertonian corporations (sporadic, eight to nine months, universally positive references)
Experience: West Point education, corporate-industry combat-related contract work.
As the eldest son of reasonably prominent Interspace Commerce lawyer Bill Grey (a gentleman associated with such performances as, for example, the successful resolution, in Interspace Commerce's favor, of the landmark 817 A.S. case Gibson* vs. the Federal Government of the Planet Manhattan), Allan Grey, growing up in a relatively sheltered environment aboard Newark Station and in the more upscale regions of Planet Manhattan's continent-sized city, felt the full brunt of familial expectations, rarely given voice to but nevertheless undeniably real and present, requesting of him a steady career as a Libertonian legal corporate stooge, accompanied by a sizeable, sensible paycheck to take home with him every month. Defying his parents' concepts of his future and his fairly cloistered upbringing, however, Grey proved less the archetype of the sedate and established legal witch doctor and more that of the wild child and daredevil.
His abortive law career lasted six months and was quickly exchanged, despite predictably vague and ineffectual parental protests, for that of a Liberty Navy officer. His West Point education has, to some degree, smoothed out certain of his rough edges, but he remains a free-spirited and confrontational young man, unlikely to back down from a fight and unafraid to resort to hard language and harder blows to more firmly establish his position in the Sirius Sector; Grey's personality certainly did not escape the notice of his West Point instructors, but the tone of his official records, while occasionally somewhat critical, do regardless appear to be characterized overall by a rather positive and affable tone.
Tall and reasonably well built for a military man (tending neither towards pudginess nor towards emaciation), Grey is possessed of a shock of brown hair framing brown eyes and a somewhat rounded face. He tends to redden somewhat when speaking passionately and at length and is the owner of a relatively pleasing deep tenor voice. His physical vices include the occasional stogie or tumbler of potent kill-devil, but he is otherwise reticent in his personal habits; Grey's sense of humor is peculiarly wry and his love for a good punch-up or shoot-out is only exceeded by his disdain for the outgoing presidency of James Powell, a man he considers, out of earshot of commanding officers, of course, an incompetent administrator and a fool.
He may be described as a convivial and quick-witted man, completely unafraid to the point of foolhardiness of seemingly insurmountable odds and legendary challenges; he wields his intelligence in a manner nigh on guaranteed to ease his passage through life, yet seemingly has no intention of frittering his life away in a philistine career and context. Such an approach would, to Allan Grey's mind, smack of unbecoming laxity; and if there is one term that may under no circumstances be used to describe the man, certainly not at this point in time, it is "sedentary."
Allan Grey has much to do, that much, at least, is already definite; and, what's more, he fully intends to realize his goals.
In line with his previously illustrated behavior, it is the potential for action and combat available to any Liberty Navy fighter pilot that appears to have primarily enticed Grey to draft his application. Of course, such a frank and blunt approach would never pass any Naval recruitment officer worth his salt.
"Why do you wish to join the Liberty Navy, son?" "To defend Liberty, sir!" "An original reply, kid!" "Sir, thank you, sir! My mother always said I was a real original boy, sir!"
followed by a salute that'd bring a tear to the eye of even the most psychotic drill sergeant.
