[b]Name/Nicknames:[/b] Doctor Kenneth White, or simply 'Dr. White'.

[b]Race:[/b] Human.

[b]Age:[/b] 59.

[u][b]Appearance[/b][/u]

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A tall, somewhat pale man; sturdily built, but aged. His balding, white hair is nonetheless neatly groomed. Rather than a lab-coat, he is commonly found in a suit and tie, his glasses cleanly polished and his eyes looking down on those around him in the way a professor might look at a drop-out—unimpressed, but also disappointed. Dr. White presents himself more immediately as a diplomat than the distinguished scientist he is in truth.

[b]Sexual Preferences:[/b] Uninterested.

[b]Perks:[/b] Scoundrel, Gunslinger, Robotics Expert.

[u][b]S.P.E.C.I.A.L [/b][/u] 

[i][b]S[/b]trength:[/i] 3

[i][b]P[/b]erception:[/i] 7

[i][b]E[/b]ndurance[/i]: 3

[i][b]C[/b]harisma:[/i] 8

[i][b]I[/b]ntelligence:[/i] 11

[i][b]A[/b]gility:[/i] 3

[i][b]L[/b]uck:[/i] 5

[b]Personality:[/b] Whilst most of the inhabitants of the Capital Graveyard tend to be weary of strangers, but then friendly once you get to know them, Dr. White is the precise opposite. He presents himself as an overwhelmingly kind, humble and generous man, but to those that know him he is a heartless monster that desires progress above all else, including human life. Despite his lack of affection for humanity, however, Dr. White is in fact quite proud of his own. He is resolutely and entirely human; no cybernetics, no synthetic attachments, no unnatural body modifications of any sort. Dr. White in fact looks down on those men and women who choose to cyberneticize themselves. His insistence is that the domain of the automatons is to serve humanity, and intentionally turning oneself into part robot would be akin to a free man attaching a collar around his own neck. 

Running tandem to Dr. White's anti-cyborg views are his opposition to living 'in the waste'. Dr. White sees the wanderers of the wasteland, prospectors and adventurers and the sort, as childish fools. He is immensely distrustful, perhaps fairly, of the men and communities of the waste, and wishes to see the wasteland shanty towns (e.g. Megaton) replaced with more civilized communities, which put greater emphasis on distinguishing themselves from the violence and incivility of the outside world. This train of thought is to be taken with a grain of salt, however. Although Dr. White has his own views on how the Wasteland should be organized, they do not necessarily represent his organization, and his solitary goal in the Capital Graveyard is the acquisition of new (and old, lost) technology. Everything else is secondary.

[b]Equipment:[/b] Two Synths, which serve as bodyguards. They are entirely indistinguishable from human beings to even the most perceptive of Wastelanders, and appear as imposing, well-built men in all black suits and dark sunglasses. Their load-outs are prominently carried V2.0 recharger pistols (fully automatic Microfusion Hyperbreeders), and their names are Dextro and Sinistro. For personal defence, Dr. White also carries a loaded, concealed .44 Magnum revolver, which he calls 'Anastasia'. A single spare .44 round magazine and a large amount of caps (1,000) are on his person as well.

[b]Biography:[/b] A native of the Commonwealth, Kenneth White's upbringing was one of near total safety and security within the sealed environment of The Institute. Born and raised of two scientists, Kenneth's progression into the role of a man of science was an entirely natural one. His amoralism did not descend from his upbringing, or from the nature of the Institute, but rather from continued attempts and inevitable failures at improving the world around him. An exquisitely intelligent person, Kenneth sometimes has difficulty translating his thoughts into a manner of speech which can be easily understood, making any conversation of a sufficiently developed nature with an insufficiently developed person quite tiring. 

This abrasiveness, and the naivety of all young scientists, led newly Doctor Kenneth White to many a failure in his first handful of excursions outside of the Institute. Whichever town he visited or wanderer be ran across with his team would either be hostile, and therefore fodder for their androids, or too distrustful of the Institute and its members to meaningfully enact any suggestions—even those born out of relatively common sense. It was not long before Dr. White came to view the Wastes, either of the Commonwealth or the Capital Graveyard, as places of helpless regression. From there, it was not hard to make the leap that perhaps, if their inevitable downward spiral were to be accelerated, it might do what remained of the thinking man's world some good.

[b]Allegiance:[/b] The Institute.