Space is a Helluva Drug OC: Taer Jun

In the not-so-distant future, humanity receives a warning from a dying race: beware those who dwell between the planes. Nobody knew what it meant at the time, but it was incredibly lucky that a space colonization program was in the works when humans found out: The unfathomably huge and terrifying abomination that humans soon disturbed from a higher plane ultimately drove the lucky survivors of humanity to abandon Earth. Many generations hence, the United Earth Colony Ship (UECS) Homer has searched star system after star system, planet after planet, in search of a new home. Declining supplies of non-renewable resources force their hand, and they decide their latest planet has to be the one. The ship's admiral gathers a motley crew of young soldiers, scientists, and engineers, including Warrant Officer Taer Jun, to scout the planet. The good news: the planet is indeed hospitable to Earthlings, and even shows signs of having supported civilization. The bad news: whatever civilization had come before was clearly long dead. The worse news: something obviously snuffed them out. Something big. REALLY big. But there is one thing going for the humans that the previous civilization probably didn't have: centuries of radiation exposure and human testing by the all-encompassing military-industrial complex have mutated a large fraction of the crew, imbuing some with special abilities that can be amplified with powered armor. Who knows how they'll react to the dead civilization's alien technology?

The forum I frequent started anther collective RPG/story, this time in space. It may possibly rip off Warframe. I dunno, it wasn't my original idea. I don't even know how to classify this piece since I drew it by hand and colored it in PS. DA needs a mixed-traditional-digital category.
But yeah, this is my OC and here are his bios. 

Name: Tär (Taer) Jun

Job: Cartographer/Science officer

Rank: Chief Warrant Officer

Age: 27

Height: 5'10" and change

Weight/build: 165 lbs, lanky/leggy, cyclist's build

Hair: platinum blonde, helmet-like with wedge-shaped fringe nearly covering his eyebrows

Eyes: grey-green almost always seen from behind a pair of smart-glasses; by far the most expressive part of his face

Bio: Taer's parents were both anonymous military mechanics lacking any connections of import. In the military academy where one's specialization is often driven by nepotism, his heritage might have doomed him to the infantry (read: cannon fodder). But with his intellect, especially for n-dimensional geometry and other maths, he pushed and fought and tested his way into the science division, and by 18 he'd become a warrant officer. Over the next several years he trained in cartography, geology, calculus, gravity-mapping, probe building, and other exploratory disciplines, and rocketed up the ranks to Chief Warrant Officer-3. But 2 years ago he was overheard having sex with his immediate superior (also male) in the office and both were demoted to base-rank warrant officers for conduct unbecoming of an officer. Taer has since regained a rank, but, as if he weren't already self-conscious enough, the incident made him even more high-strung. In an effort to maintain a stoic public image, he often comes across as stilted or possibly snippy. He prefers to scout alone despite the danger so he can safely relax his façade, and when his alone-time is disturbed, he is prone to lose his temper. He also often retreats to the ship's velodrome for hours at a time to vent through exercise; so often that besides his officer uniform, most of his clothes are at least somewhat cycling-friendly.

He also enjoys spacewalks to tune up the various surface and gravity-mapping probes he and fellow scientists manage, but not as much as he used to. On a previous mission, about 3 years prior to the story, he was out adjusting a misaligned interferometer and one of the thrusters on his spacesuit malfunctioned, sending him spiraling away from the ship. Desperate to get back, he threw the thruster pack away in the opposite direction as the ship on instinct and accidentally phased out of the spacesuit, through 200 yards of space, and through the wall of the ship to safety. Since then, he's had a few minor incidents of phasing, mostly when embarrassed, e.g. when approaching/being approached by guys he's interested in, but it hasn't affected his performance. Yet.

Armor: Warframe-style concept currently resembles a masculine composite of Banshee's arms, shoulders (both styled like her right arm), neck, and upper torso with Mag's style of armor for the rest of the body. I'll flesh it out better on paper at some point. Or not. I'll get to it if I get to it.

Weapons: pulse-laser Parabellum and rope-dart