I would be the one who has ideas for both the science and security roles xD I'll post up both sheets just in case, and we can figure out who does what afterwards? Unless you just want science officer, I am happy to yield on it. Also damn called out on the edgy security role xD But when in Rome... Make it extra edgy. I'm completely fine playing either of these two depending on who else wants which role. [hider=The Harmacist] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cf/48/3b/cf483bcd2d525514665eca909fa0c161.jpg[/img] [b]Name/Callsign:[/b] Eagin McDorrel, "Doc" [b]Appearance:[/b] At 5'9" and leanly built, with streaks of gray to adorn his hair and beard, the doctor may have passed for any average, aging doctor in his crisp suits and white coats. Prone to sleepy smiles and generally pleasant airs, his patient, peaceful persona is more than a little at odds with the scars that make notable an otherwise unremarkable appearance- long and vivid against the flesh of his face and neck. [b]Age:[/b] 53 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Role:[/b] Science Officer, Medical [b]Biography:[/b] Eagin was slated to be a doctor long before he knew what a doctor even was. With his father neck deep in pharmaceutical research, and his mother riding the bleeding edge of the surgical field, there seemed to be little question that Eagin would wind up in the field in one form or another. For some, such a predetermined path might have chafed, led to rebellion, a career in the arts. For dear Doc, it was fitting as a surgical glove. A keen mind and a passion for medicine made for smooth sailing along this destined path; He was out of school and scraping in residency hours by his early twenties, and by his thirties, had taken a deep interest in space. Rather, in the people who would explore it. He signed on with the military as a civilian contractor, and began serving with exploration and defense vessels as a shipboard doctor. For years, he expanded his expertise, studying what could be found in the stars while tending to the health of those who enabled him to explore them. He branched into research fields outside of medicine, and learned that sometimes, getting somebody to attend a checkup or take their pills required a degree of hounding and insistence. He learned, too, of the harshness that came with adventure. He found himself treating wounds from violence as often as accidents, either scolding his charges for recklessness in the face of alien fauna, or quietly seething at the cruelty of brigands and pirates who thought exploratory vessels easy pickings. It was the latter, over time, that led to his... Troubles. With passing years, he found it more and more deplorable that anybody should take it in their head to bring harm to one of his patients. His pleasant manner grew tense, grim, as violence built in pressure inside. Some five years ago, things reached the boiling point. A boarding crew took control of the vessel he was posted on, and rather than allow them to menace and injure his charges, Eagin let go of the Hippocratic oath. He dealt harm before harm could be dealt, and poisoned the meals of the pirates- before executing the lot of them while they choked. By the time the deed was done, and order restored, Eagin had resigned himself to the consequences. He was, of course, removed from his position- avoiding imprisonment only narrowly, by pleas of duress and self defense in the face of piracy. His medical licenses were revoked, his practice ended, and he was left to find his own way... Until ExoGenesis found him instead. They pulled a few strings, made a few things go away- and so long as he kept his mouth shut and stayed on their vessel, he was given the go ahead to start doing what he loved all over again. This time, he decided, he was going to do it his way from the start. [b]Traits:[/b] Trait 1- Preventative Care Eagin believes that the best way to keep his charges from injury, is to remove threats before they can strike. He keeps himself armed, and is a skillful shot besides. Trait 2- Razor Sharp Doctors are expected to be smart, and Eagin is no exception. As a general practitioner and emergency medic, he more than knows his stuff- and he loves and breathes to constantly learn more besides. An unquenchable thirst for knowledge drives him as much as his desire to keep his crew healthy and happy. Trait 3- Looks that Kill Eagin has grown used to tending to the unruly, the strong willed, and the generally doctor avoidant. Despite his patient, pleasant temperament, he has a startling force of will, and has perfected the art of staring somebody into compliance. Failing that, he will happily find more underhanded and clever methods of treatment. Anything to keep people healthy. Trait 4- Not So Criminal Contacts The scientific community is vast, and no man is an island. Eagin is a talented researcher, but when encountering something outside of his expertise, he knows who to call to find out more. His network of researchers, enthusiasts and scientists is vast- if he doesn't have an answer, somebody he knows will. Trait 5- [s]P[/s]harmaceuticals What kills may yet heal, and what heals can certainly kill. An encyclopedic knowledge of medicines and the plants from which they can be derived make Eagin ready to craft whatever medicines, or poisons, may be needed to get a job done. [b]Equipment:[/b] Injector- A modified compressed air dart gun rigged to fire small syringes, the contents of which may vary. Arguably more dangerous than his sidearm. [b]Judge[/b], Jury, Executioner- A long nosed Taurus Judge, a sidearm that stood the test of time. Chambered for .410 shot and slugs, and 45 magnum. Try him. The Bag- A leather scrip, carefully crafted with on the go doctoring in mind. It has everything a doctor might need in an emergency, and then some.[/hider] [hider=The Experiment] [img]https://i.pinimg.com/236x/37/c7/bd/37c7bd2b9f83e1aeb456867ac00dca26.jpg[/img] [b]Name/Callsign:[/b] Jin Long, "The Bot" [b]Appearance:[/b] Jin was, prior to the suit, a soldier like any other- Average enough in appearance, but athletic, carrying himself with the discipline and poise suited to his role. Now, all anybody gets to see is a visor, and the faint shadow of the face inside. The armor is industrial, functional, and not at all pretty- but it's all he has, now. [b]Age:[/b] 28 [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Human, Enhanced [b]Role:[/b] Security Officer [b]Biography:[/b] Jun was a soldier. So far as he's concerned, he still is, despite everything. He had a good career, a comfortable position as a warrant officer, good scores, a solid track record. Not the best of the best, or any kind of indespensible, but worth his pay. He could almost wish he hadn't been. They needed volunteers, smart soldiers who knew their way around tricky equipment, and he was happy to sign on. It was supposed to be temporary; Help them test a new piece of equipment in the labs before it was sent out for field testing with the SF boys. Powered Armor. The fantasy of ages, featured in every book, movie, and conversation about the far future since the twentieth century. They said it would be revolutionary, that it was perfectly safe and ready for testing. He climbed in with all the eagerness that could be expected, listened as they gave instruction, explained how it worked. It would tap into his nervous system, take direction straight from his brain, as efficient as his own muscles. It would just altake some practice, and with his help, it would change the face of the special forces. At first, it all went just how they described. Pain, as needles pierced his spine, then relief, as painkillers followed on their heels. Enough that he never felt the burning. For hours, they ran tests, had him perform basic tasks, just getting the armor to move. When they were satisfied, and tried to remove the armor, the fault was discovered. Data overload had heated the connections between him and the suit, and what fail-safes had been in place hadn't worked as intended. The needles were fused to his spine. Removal would kill him. For months, they kept him in the labs, seeking a solution, trying to save their project, more than him. A liquid diet, fed through injectors in the suit, kept him alive. Waste scrubbers kept him from sepsis. It has been meant for long missions, after all, weeks of wear. Weeks, but not forever. Eventually, they decided there would be no way to get him out of it alive. He could persist for a few years, maybe a decade, before he simply wasted away inside the suit. The problem was that the suit was still government property, still classified, kept behind layers and layers of red tape and secrecy. What time he had would be spent locked away in labs, studied and prodded, with only the slimmest hope of a discovery to save him. He didn't plan to wait around and find out that way, or to see how long it took them to decide the better option was just to kill him and move on with the project. In desperation, he staged an escape, thinking a short life on the run would be better than one in a lab. He didn't get far, before somebody found him. ExoGensis. He was too valuable to lose, they said- or at least the suit was. So they offered him a happy medium- work for them, and he's at least get to go out in the stars. [b]Traits:[/b] Trait 1- Suited Up Despite its core failure to be removed, the suit itself is functional, and well designed. While not particularly agile, it provides unrivaled physical power and durability, let alone the inclusion of some hefty weaponry. Trait 2- Full Suite The armor is equipped with short wave communications, diagnostics, and local sensory hardware, keeping Jin aware of his surroundings, condition, and companions at all times. Trait 3- Mobility The armor certainly can't be called agile- but it's damn well all terrain. Pressurized and sealed, it can function under water, in vacuum, and at any altitude in between, and is equipped with a powerful, but limited, jump jet. He can't fly, but he can leap. Trait 4- Joy for Spite Jin knows where this road leads- He's the walking dead, and it either comes fast or slow. He's determined that what time he still has, he'll spend in a good mood. Unerringly cheerful and upbeat, he's making it his personal mission to keep cracking jokes and downplaying his circumstances until the end. After all, he might be dying, but at least he'll never be the shortest guy in the room again, right? Trait 5- Remote Feed While he shut the a hardware down during his escape to avoid being locked down, the armor is equipped with a remote feed- both for sending data back to a home server, and for controlling the armor remotely in the case of pilot death. A connection to the ship may prove useful in the future. [b]Equipment:[/b] The Suit- Powered Armor. Permanent, killing him slowly, and with all sorts of toys.[/hider]