Name: H.R.H. C.P. K.i.W. A.A.B.C. Com. Dr. Artaxerxes Julius Alexandros Wolfgang Leyte Wei-Li Caeoula M'Bundo de Groach zu Soamandarkisal III, M.B.B.S., B.A.p.s. (Please,
please call me Arty!)
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Appearance: It's a source of some chagrin that he looks more like a swarthier version of the pencil-necked Niccolò Machiavelli than the wide-jawed, heroic Che Guevara. Then again, like Arty, the Che also couldn't grow a full beard...
Personal information: Generations ago, the UWM conquered Soamandarkisal and deposed the ruling house of Groach. Since then, the family might have fallen into hard times and abandoned all the trappings of royalty... except one: they still give the descendants to the main line of succession the most outrageous names, just in case they're ever reinstated.
Arty's father is not doing so badly as a lawyer, and Arty graduated as a surgeon, but in college he was influenced by some more radical friends and also took a minor in political sciences. He wants to emulate (and preferably, be more successful than) his hero Che Guevara, who, he openly accepts, was lacking in many skills, but nevertheless (this is a medical pun) had his heart in the right place: to the left on the inferior mediastinum (believe it or not, this was both a corollary and a pun in its own right).
Reason assigned to HMRC OR Reason to join ARM: ARM(s) FOR THE PEOPLE! DOWN WITH THE UWM FASCIST GOVERNMENT, THE REVOLUTION CANNOT BE STOPPED! FROM EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR ABILITIES, TO EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR NEEDS! (The UWM had already arrested some of his friends, and he was also about to go down for subversive activities.)
Strength: -1
Dexterity: 0
Endurance: -1
Charisma: 1
Mind: 1
Fate: 0
Intuition: 0
Skills
Handiwork: 0
Conventional Weapons: 0
Unconventional Weapons: -1
Exotic weapons: -1
Auxiliary systems: 0
Medical tech: 1
General Knowledge: 1
Ugh... yuck... there are better ways to wake up...Arty slid off the pod, took in his surroundings, and went for a shower. After cleaning the gooey mess on the floor and donning the folded uniform, he
searched the wristpad computer for more information, and read up on the Paracelsus' Sword layout, the infirmary, the armory's stocks and prices, then the player's market. From there, he found out about the team fund and was delighted by the flag but annoyed that you still needed money to get the listed items... With some distaste, he finally pocketed his assigned five tokens.
He also took his time to read some past mission reports to know what he could be up against, even though many missions still had no reports and were in raw data formats; he decided to later on take on at least a couple of the newbie jobs for extra tokens.
Turning the lights off, he locked his door and turned to the right on the main corridor. Passing the pantheon's door, he frowned in distaste, but proceeded following the PDA map to the armory to see if the blaster rifle and extra clip are still available for 3 tokens.