Born on the core-worlds of G-D52, you are a distant relative of a vestige of humanity long discarded. Symbiotic plant-cells suffuse your skin and provide a protective layer that keeps you alive, and affords you regeneration unmatched by any other race. Your physiology is similar, but fundamentally different to a normal carbon life form. The chlorophyll in your epidermis provides passive nourishment and regeneration in light, but your biological processes rely on some degree of light being present at all times. Darkness is your greatest foe. Even the cold expanses of space are lit by neighbouring stars, but the darkest recesses of the station's interior may prove to be your greatest foe. Stripped of light, you will wither and die. Heat and flame are even greater foes, as your epidermis is combustible. Be warned: you will perish quickly should you become so wounded that you lose consciousness in an area void of any meaningful light source.