Chay Osran is Ark Valley's Chief Engineer and Council Member
He is a grumpy genius who lost the love of his life to the Silks many years ago and has made it his life's mission to keep the people she cared about safe. He drowns his sorrow in home-made moonshine, and tinkers to pass the time. Twenty-three years ago exactly, he used to be a rover, and following one of their recon missions, he and his wife, who was still alive back then, ended up being saddled with a child. They found a baby in the hollow of a tree trunk, with a note that begged for him to be taken and kept safe. His wife always wanted a child but she could never bring herself to expose a baby to the cruelty of this unlivable world, so she was beyond happy they had a little bundle of joy to take care of. But their happiness didn't last for long. A year later, Chay fell ill with a lung sickness before an important trading mission in the outside world, and his wife volunteered to go in his stead, to spare him the trek that would have undoubtedly ended his life... but it was her life that got whisked away in an instant. She was torn to pieces by a Silk.
In his grief, Chay vowed to the heavens that he would find a way to destroy them forever, but it's been twenty years or so, and his confidence had been whittled down to despair... which he always tried to mask with a smile whenever Arwin was around.
His son was much like his mother, even though they were not related by blood -- he would never fail to give him a headache with his new-found ideas and an abundance of mischief whenever he tried to put them to action. Still, Chay always tried his best to teach him everything he knew, hoping to pass the mantel of protector to someone as skilled at keeping the Shelter running as he was. Sadly, Arwin's mind would always drift towards the world beyond their cage of metal, and that always worried Chay. He is too scared to let him out, too scared to lose a loved one again.
Chay is rather tall, and lanky. 6'2'' give or take. He has shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, wears glasses, and spends most of his rations on smokes -- it is a miracle the shelter still has some to go around.