Janey van Monroe

*After a hundred and fifty years earth had changed. He felt so out of place , a displaced person, space and the battlefield being his natural habitat now. He was a tall broad shouldered man in a simple blue goverment suit that could not hide the muscles underneath. His eyes were sharp cold and hard, a disciplined man used to being obeyed, with calm manner with a touch of wild controlled recklessness peeping out. He wasn't handsome but he wasn't ugly, there was a unique likeability about him*