Now in his mid-thirties, Dr. Murray still manages to stay in impressive physical shape for a man who spends the majority of his waking hours pouring over research texts and scientific data in his makeshift lab at the launch site. He is tall, with blue eyes and blonde hair, clearly a man born of generations of genetic tailoring that was so common during the darker years of his birthplace. In the rare instances when he ventures out into public eye, he dresses in the formal attire of a southern gentleman for official events, but prefers his Colonial lab coat when on the job.
Although he is not the sort of man to believe that the Blue Union is a nation of prejudice or hate, even towards people of their enemy state, nobody can miss the outline of a handgun strapped to his hip underneath his white and gold laboratory uniform. It is a model not seen in the Union, it was a gift from his late grandfather and Dr. Murray had to have many strings pulled simply to allow it to remain with him in his travels.
