Silas, the Stitch
Name: Silas Colt
Alias: “Spur”
Look: A scruffy middle-aged man. Ash-blond hair that hasn’t greyed so much as faded. Hazel eyes. Heavy brows. Narrow spectacles. Crooked nose. Stubble. Slight underbite. Wears a lab coat as something of a joke, but cleans it so obsessively the punchline doesn’t land.
Heritage: Wanderer
Background: Military
Vice: Pleasure
Class XP Trigger: You addressed a tough challenge with insight or compassion.
Starting Ability:
I'm a Doctor, Not a... : You can push yourself to roll your doctor rating while performing a different action. Say which patient, research, or posting taught you this trick.
Special Abilities:
- Patch: You may doctor someone during a job to allow them to ignore the effects of a harm penalty.
Insight [2]
Doctor >>
Hack
Rig
Study >>
Prowess [1]
Helm
Scramble >
Scrap
Skulk
Resolve [2]
Attune
Command >
Consort
Sway >
Trauma: 0/4
Contacts:
Jackev, a drug dealer [Friend]: happy to sell narcotics legally for once.
Alben, a former patient [Rival]: military buddy Silas ditched along with his post.
Ditha, a family member: older sister, better soldier.
Lynie, a hospital admin: got promoted to ex-coworker and ex-boyfriend.
Bio:
Born to a pair of freelance artists, Silas has always been wanting for money. The Hegemony hasn’t, which is how they can afford such excellent military recruiters. That’s the only way he could afford an education, after all, and a smart young man like he ought to have an education, yes indeed. He bought it. Maybe it wasn’t even a lie; being a field medic taught him plenty, even if the program never did pay for that degree they promised. Years passed in the twin horror-tedium of war. Eventually he had a breakdown and deserted. That rendered him rather unemployable, but the Hek Community Hospital didn’t ‘employ’ so much as they ‘took anyone who could work a scalpel’. Still, he enjoyed his time there. Helping people he wasn’t sending right back into the line of fire felt pretty damn good. Good things don’t last—the hospital got bought out and stopped taking the bulk of the clientele’s insurance. Silas quit. He was still an idealist at the time. Then he found out how much mercenaries pay medics and compromised a little. He’s spent the past five years patching up various ne’er-do-wells and managing the addiction he picked up working at the hospital. He just wants to feel good for once, be happy for once, and happiness is nothing more than goddamn brain chemicals, right, so here’s a shortcut: psychedelics. Maybe he did turn into his parents.
Silas got his share of the Cerberus through an acquaintance of Jackev’s. He’s cautiously optimistic—can’t end up working for a shitty boss if you own part of the business, right?
Stress: 0/9
Harm:
Level 3: 0/1
Level 2: 0/2
Level 1: 0/2
Cred: 0/4
Stash: 0/40
Armor:
- Normal [X]
Load: Normal (0/5)
- Fine Bedside Manner
- Recognizable Medical Garb
- Syringes and Applicators
- Illicit Drugs
- Communicator