[OOC/SIGNUP] Perfidy
Mar 12, 2017 3:20:54 GMT -6
Post by Dirty Dan on Mar 12, 2017 3:20:54 GMT -6
Name:
"Cooper Pickett. Doctor Cooper Pickett, if'n you please sir."
Age:
"29 years, sir."
Gender:
"I declare, I'm sure you can tell for you'self, sir."
Race:
"A good old-natured human."
Appearance:
Role: "Oh, I'm a doctor."
Bio:
"Well sir after graduating with my doctorate right on this here world in good 'ole Canyon, I found myself drawn to helpin' our poor soldier boys get back on their feet. Once they was done wrestling with them awful g'ard, found myself going from town to town helpin' the sick and wounded to make a livin' for myself. Always preferred helpin' the wounded more than the sick: Less a chance of me getting a disease, I do declare!"
Strengths:
Surgical Precision - Applies to surgery (for healing) and surgery (for hurting people good).
Field Medic - Cool under pressure with an extensive experience treating a variety of injuries on a variety of species.
Flaws:
They Just Ain't Natural - Not a fan of the g'ard, friendly or otherwise.
Southern-sphere Gentleman - While not a bad combatant in his own right, he can be a little too proper which, in these rough parts, tends to be a more of a burden than a boon.
Personality:
Friendly, but not amiable. Distant, but not rude. A true gentleman, but not to g'ard. Polite to men, moreso to women, even to his opponents. An oily talker but lacking the conviction of a true rogue for it to be particularly useful. Overall polite, friendly enough, and just trying to get by in the world with his head held high.
Gear:
Full field medical kit with all the appropriate drugs. Ammunition, some upkeep tools, basic toiletries ("Gentleman's always gotta have his mustache combed.").
Weapons:
A rugged, trust-worthy pistol featuring pinpoint accuracy and high armor-piercing (Though does shoot a fairly light round), and a pair of knives so sharp they may as well be knife-sized scalpels (His handy with throwing or slicing with them).
Other Equipment: A few fancy baubles like a surprisingly intact watch, a few spare bolo ties, some other ditties for dusting his boots and keeping his buttons in place.
"Cooper Pickett. Doctor Cooper Pickett, if'n you please sir."
Age:
"29 years, sir."
Gender:
"I declare, I'm sure you can tell for you'self, sir."
Race:
"A good old-natured human."
Appearance:
Role: "Oh, I'm a doctor."
Bio:
"Well sir after graduating with my doctorate right on this here world in good 'ole Canyon, I found myself drawn to helpin' our poor soldier boys get back on their feet. Once they was done wrestling with them awful g'ard, found myself going from town to town helpin' the sick and wounded to make a livin' for myself. Always preferred helpin' the wounded more than the sick: Less a chance of me getting a disease, I do declare!"
Strengths:
Surgical Precision - Applies to surgery (for healing) and surgery (for hurting people good).
Field Medic - Cool under pressure with an extensive experience treating a variety of injuries on a variety of species.
Flaws:
They Just Ain't Natural - Not a fan of the g'ard, friendly or otherwise.
Southern-sphere Gentleman - While not a bad combatant in his own right, he can be a little too proper which, in these rough parts, tends to be a more of a burden than a boon.
Personality:
Friendly, but not amiable. Distant, but not rude. A true gentleman, but not to g'ard. Polite to men, moreso to women, even to his opponents. An oily talker but lacking the conviction of a true rogue for it to be particularly useful. Overall polite, friendly enough, and just trying to get by in the world with his head held high.
Gear:
Full field medical kit with all the appropriate drugs. Ammunition, some upkeep tools, basic toiletries ("Gentleman's always gotta have his mustache combed.").
Weapons:
A rugged, trust-worthy pistol featuring pinpoint accuracy and high armor-piercing (Though does shoot a fairly light round), and a pair of knives so sharp they may as well be knife-sized scalpels (His handy with throwing or slicing with them).
Other Equipment: A few fancy baubles like a surprisingly intact watch, a few spare bolo ties, some other ditties for dusting his boots and keeping his buttons in place.
