Character Bio Thread

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Access Granted, Wolfe
File 'Nanotrasen_employee_record_102'

Name: Randall Craig Wolfe
Age: biologically 20, but was born over a century ago
Date of birth: 11.20
Homeworld: Terra
Applied for position: Security Officer
Qualifications: passed secondary education a year early(allegedly), and passed TGSC basic training(allegedly), the pilot exam(allegedly), qualified to give first aid(allegedly).
Background:
(Note: this is all personal anecdote from the applicant, we were unable to find records for this person prior to 3.18, a year ago, TGAF and Tiziran empire uncooperative in discovering further records)
Was born on terra, and lived a quote "incredibly boring life", until on his 17th birthday, he signed up for the TGSC, as a fighter pilot. He endured many stresses during his training as a pilot. His 5th deployment was over Tizira, during the scarring of Atrakor, during which he was caught in a skirmish and was shot down by a blast from a Tiziran spacecraft. In which his right arm was blown off, and the starfighter was depressurized, the blast doors sealed, and the starfighter automatically sent him into cryosleep, so his comrades could tow his starfighter back onto a carrier and provide medical attention. However, the Tizirans eventually pushed back the TGSC, after the scarring had released their zealous fury, and the Tizirans passed over the derelict starfighter as a piece of space junk, not worth the energy to shoot down. The next time Wolfe woke up, he was in a hospital bed surrounded by lizardpeople, he was taken aback by this, and attempted to escape the hospital, however missing a fairly vital component to opening most doors, he was subsequently calmed down, and informed of his predicament. A family of Tiziran ranchers had discovered his Starfighter, buried in the Tiziran deserts, they pried open the cockpits blast doors, pulled him out, and transported him to a hospital where he could receive the proper medical care. Afterwards he lived and worked on Tizira for about 2.5 years, learning the language, eating the food, and adapting to the Tiziran climate. However, due to medical issues, he wanted to work somewhere in a spacebound environment, so he applied for a job at nanotrasen.
Medical records:

• Patient abnormally red eye color, caused by an extended period of cryosleep, (Update: we should really get him some eye surgery to fix this, he has been arrested around 5 times for this)

• Patient is well acclimated to artificial gravity, and the harms caused by space's conditions, however on a planet, claims to have "drilling headaches, queasiness etc. we've administered hazard pay because of this, but he won't stop whining"

• Patient speaks draconic as a second language, also exhibits a mild obsession with ash walkers

• Patient exhibits abnormal tastes in food, eating things such as organs from the morgue, chilled monkey brains, and canned bee larva

• Patient has had their right arm replaced with a surplus prosthetic, claims that "my old arm was better, I had a better prosthetic than this before I joined, why did you replace my high-grade prosthetic with this trash", we might have to have him see our psychologist

• Patient exhibits an extreme fear of tight spaces, such as those in closets, boxes etc, likely caused subconsciously by his extended stay confined to a TGSC starfighter

• Patient exhibits poor sleeping habits, again, likely caused by an extended stay in cryosleep

• Patient cannot hold his liquor, will drop dead if you give him a shot of absinthe, he should absolutely be banned from the bar

• Patient really loves going to the bar

• Patient is happy most of the time, it is genuinely weird, this place has no reason for anybody to be happy

• Patient exhibits a biological dependency on nicotine, has been known when restrained, to immediately beg for nicotine, even when his life is endangered, his first concern is nicotine

Criminal record:

• 3 counts of having red eyes during a cult

literally nothing else, squeaky clean record, though we have no information of his life prior to 3.18, a year ago, other than anecdotes from him.

Employment status: employed on top secret research station, Space Station 13, primarily in the Manuel sector

Physical attributes:
Height: 7'2", side effect of over a century in space
Weight: 140lbs
Hair color: Dark brown
Hair style: A practical yet charming business hairstyle, shaves facial hair regularly

Notes:
-extremely cooperative and honest with station security, simulations have been ran, and in the case that he ever becomes an enemy of the corporation, is likely to surrender to nanotrasen security, and admit to wrongdoings, fucking weirdo
-Fairly sedentary during shifts, likes to sit in one spot and become accustomed to it
-Has a fairly bipolar nerve; in the event of a catastrophic event on station, he will either be in the thick of it, attempting to resolve the issue, or he will have already landed on a nearby planet after leaving on an escape pod by himself.

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Centcom Staff File #3339
Staff Member Name: Ozulmerikh Glendindraven
Gender: Male
Race: American
Age: 53
Eye Color: Changes Periodically
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'10
Weight: Unknown

Prior Work History: Unknown, though some evidence suggests previous ties with the Space Wizard Federation.

Centcom Work History: Ozulmerikh Glendindraven has worked mainly as a Chaplain for several years across various locations in the Spinward Sector. They are extremely devoted to their deity and will often only serve the interest of his deity rather than his superiors, claiming that he is 'above such earthly matters'. Though his devotion to diviniry has brought with it an uncanny amount of knowledge and some claim to have heard him speaking to them in their own mind, though hallucinations have grown to be an unexplainable common occurrence in deep space, so these claims are easily dismissed.

Security Records: Mr. Glendindraven has, on numerous occasions, torn open holes in reality, resulting in the entry of unknown incomprehensible sentient beings capable of causing mass hallucinations and brain damage to nearby lifeforms.
Some reports claim that he knows several magical incantations and has been seen with odd staves and tomes in their possession, but has never been seen utilizing these artifacts, although they have reportedly stolen souls using strangely altered Nar'sian soul shards.
Security camera footage exists of a robed individual telekinetically tearing the lower jaw out of a Felinid, which is suspected to be Mr. Glendindraven. The source of this footage is unknown.

Medical Records: Although Ozulmerikh Glendindraven appears to be a perfectly healthy man at a glance, they have permanent frontal lobe damage, and has asked multiple times to have limbs amputated, to be declined every time by very concerned medical staff.
He also has a bug allergy.

Additional Notes: As much as some people would like to say they are rude and uncaring towards other species, a common stereotype of humans, Ozulmerikh Glendindraven is indifferent to most races, with the only notable exception being Felinids, in fact, they are quite fond of Lizardmen, and even speaks to them in their own language out of respect. He will occasionally invite Lizardmen to meditate with him in his chapel. He tends to be very repentant towards Lizardmen he has wronged.
He is often seen augmenting himself with various mutations for some unknown reason, though he claims it is for religious purposes, though no religion in our records involves genetic mutation in any capacity. As much as you'd think they're out of their mind, they are strangely quite smart and very sane for someone with permanent frontal lobe damage.

Final Thoughts: Among the many Chaplains we've hired over the years, Ozulmerikh Glendindraven stands out as an unpredictable psychic capable of manipulating the minds of others to the point where he has become a valuable weapon against enemies of the corporation, provided they don't cause any mayhem.