Player Name: obisemkenobi
Character Name: Nick Simons
Character Age: 35
Character Gender: Male
Appearance:
Profession: Head of the Investigorial Branch of Security
Nationality: Roslin Federation

Strengths:
-Charismatic. Not in a big playboy kind of way, but he’s just generally a nice guy who has a way with people.
-Pragmatic. He sees the simple solutions. He doesn’t generally overthink things and provides the simple alternative when other (smart) people do.
-Fit. He’s not a soldier, but he’s had basic training and knows his way in a fight. He is healthy and in shape.
-Strong-willed. Or maybe just headstrong. He won’t give up easy. Has the guts to match too.
-Literate. His wife managed to awaken an interest in him for English Literature. It is one of the few academic areas that he does know a thing or two about.
-A good investigator. He’s not Sherlock Holmes, but it’s what he does and he does it well. He will go to great lengths to discover the truth.

Weaknesses:
-His biggest weakness is that compared to the other people on the ship he is very much an average civilian. He’s not as smart as the smart people and not as capable as the soldiers. When the smart people talk, he will most likely not understand half of what they’re saying and when the soldiers fight he will easily be outmatched. He is very much an average Joe.
-He operates within the lines of red tape, but can get frustrated by them. Cases need to be solved, not hindered by technicality. He plays by the rules, but that doesn’t mean he has to like them.
-Having said that, he trusts the system with a certain naiveté that will easily get him in trouble if someone tries to frame him. He may not like the rules, but he will always play by them. Even if that system fails him.

Personal Effects:
-A picture of his wife and son.
-An e-reader with thousands of books too old to be found in the ship’s library.
-A Bible.
-A gun and badge.
-A few copies of paintings by Van Gogh (Starry Night, Self Portrait with a Grey Felt Hat and Almond Blossom).
-A comfortable chair and couch.
-A bed and a nightstand.

Bio:
“Nick, I don’t see what the problem is. You’ve been given an amazing opportunity. You get to move out of that shithole district you’ve been trapped in for the last few years and police a space ship harbouring mankind’s last hope. Most people would consider it an honour!”

“I do, but that’s just it. I think we both know why I ended up on the top of your list and I won’t have it. I don’t want to be the one who got on that ship because he made nice with the president. A position this important should have the most qualified people manning it, not the one with the biggest social network.”

“I agree and I assure you that I wouldn’t have chosen you if I thought there was anyone better suited. That case where you saved the president’s daughter made you end up on my desk. Do you know how many files I’ve had on my desk Nick? Trust me, you’re the man for the job. You passed all your tests didn’t you?”

“Of course I did, but surely there are other people who performed better than me. I’m nobody special sir, I’m good at what I do, but nothing that makes me more qualified for this job than any other.”

“Alright, let’s take a look at your file then shall we? You were born to Dutch parents so you’ve survived through extreme circumstances up until the age of eight. After your parents moved to the Roslin Federation you quickly caught up with the school system and managed fine through most of your basic education.

When you were fifteen years old the Three Day War broke loose and cost you your parents. You saved some civilians during the attack making you somewhat of a local hero. Considered old enough to live by yourself you were given limited allowance by the state, but didn’t let that stop you from finishing high school. Afterwards you successfully graduated from the police academy with practically every certificate and elective you could get your hands on. You were accepted into the local police force and quickly rose to the rank of chief.

Meanwhile you somehow managed to woo the lovely miss Sarah Rosenthal, a researcher praised by several major universities and with an IQ of 164, resulting in a surprisingly happy marriage. Continuing on with a spotless record nobody noticed because your district was small and insignificant, you solved almost eighty percent of all cases, almost none of which had to be reopened later.
Five years later your wife and four-year old son die in a car accident. You understand Nick, that most people that ended up on my desk had an experience like this, but none of them had the sense to take a year off duty and get help. In that year you have acquired the help of a certified psychologist and have been confirmed visiting a great number of support groups. You recovered and got faith in yourself again.”

“With all due respect, sir, I got the Faith back again. Not in myself, but in something higher. There’s a big difference there.”

“Whatever you want to call it, it showed that you can swallow your pride where most would swallow a double whiskey. You bounced back. That whole case where you found the people who kidnapped the president’s daughter is peanuts compared to that. You may not think of yourself as exceptional, Nick, but you happened to have lived a life that perfectly trained you for the position I’m offering you. You’re a survivor, familiar with barren circumstances, charismatic, as good an investigator as any and you don’t give up. Not to mention the fact that you know how to deal with smart people. That’s why I chose you Nick. With stakes like this I assure you I don’t give two farts in space about getting friendly with the president. So will you take the job, or are you gonna force me to enlist someone less qualified?”

Code Word: Ananas