Michael De Ruyter
Etymology: "The Riding Patron Saint of the Soldier" or in Loroi-Digestable terms: "The Riding Warden of the Soldier"
Human, Age : 24
Height : 179 cm
Weight : 60kg
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Position : "Radio Operator" (Intelligence Officer/Communications Officer, Scientific Adviser)
"Look at a single ant! How he labors, how he toils! Look at how mindlessly he works himself to death by the whims of his Queen! Oh, how I wish to be that mighty ant..."
Appearance:
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Lightly built with an average height and a light complexion. His earlobe length hair, though it has no curls, has a springy volume most women would kill for. Underneath that he wears a small and properly kept goatee and wears a set of thick rimmed black glasses or, when he's on duty, long lasting contact lenses linked to his Personal Computer, giving his usually light brown eyes a bit of a blueish luster. Michael is photogenic by nature but comes off to male colleagues as a spoiled pretty-boy, and to most female grunts as somewhat of a pushover physically.
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Michael is remarkably good looking with a delicate build and attractive mugshot. It's clear that he's had plenty of time to master the art of vanity. Factor in that he's remarkably intelligent, and it's hard for people to find any real flaws in him at first glance. Over time though, the cracks will become visible to any but the most forgiving person. Michael is polite, but evasive to those he does not wish to be around. He is respectful to authority, but only when he is required or expected to be. He works hard, and makes incredibly intelligent observations on a daily basis... But only when someone is around to make note of it. Otherwise, he spends his time doing the absolute minimum required, often selling his capabilities short to stay out of the spotlight. Michael never finds the motivation to excel, though to the frustration of his tutors, he has all the makings of an excellent science officer.
Being born in a nationally famous family has it perks. Michael has always had access dinners with important political figureheads and never found himself wanting for any luxuries. On top of that, he had all the free time in the world to use the Internet and follow whatever university course he found interest in, mainly to keep his family off his back.
His father was a great admiral in years past, one of the pioneers of strategic spaceborn warfare. The man was much loved in his home country, where he represented a return to times half a millennium past, when great sailors fought wars by wood and cannon. Like many smaller nations, his country of the Netherlands had lost its sovereignty to the greater European Union, and suffers from a national identity crisis. Now that his adored Father has retired, the eyes of the nation are upon him to project their national influence into the Terran Colonial Authority, with high hopes that he'll be able to prove himself not just as a fine crewman, but as a man with eventually an influential position in the Authority.
These constantly applied pressures often encourage a streak of rebellion in him. When informal, he spends his time speaking with unhealthy doses of sarcasm. At night, they manifest in nocturnal fits of stress and anxiety, swinging his normally always-in-control attitude to bouts of Insomnia and debilitating nightmares. Luckily, he is a deep sleeper, and does not keep his bunkmates awake when he's having an episode, usually awaking silently, though horrified, and spends the rest of the night reading or mulling endlessly, contributing to his antisocial mood the following day.
Being born in a nationally famous family has it perks. Michael has always had access dinners with important political figureheads and never found himself wanting for any luxuries. On top of that, he had all the free time in the world to use the Internet and follow whatever university course he found interest in, mainly to keep his family off his back.
His father was a great admiral in years past, one of the pioneers of strategic spaceborn warfare. The man was much loved in his home country, where he represented a return to times half a millennium past, when great sailors fought wars by wood and cannon. Like many smaller nations, his country of the Netherlands had lost its sovereignty to the greater European Union, and suffers from a national identity crisis. Now that his adored Father has retired, the eyes of the nation are upon him to project their national influence into the Terran Colonial Authority, with high hopes that he'll be able to prove himself not just as a fine crewman, but as a man with eventually an influential position in the Authority.
These constantly applied pressures often encourage a streak of rebellion in him. When informal, he spends his time speaking with unhealthy doses of sarcasm. At night, they manifest in nocturnal fits of stress and anxiety, swinging his normally always-in-control attitude to bouts of Insomnia and debilitating nightmares. Luckily, he is a deep sleeper, and does not keep his bunkmates awake when he's having an episode, usually awaking silently, though horrified, and spends the rest of the night reading or mulling endlessly, contributing to his antisocial mood the following day.
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4/8/5
Body/Mind/Soul
ACV: 4+8+5/3 = 5.667 + 1 = 6.667 = 7
DCV = 5.667 = 6
DM = 5
SV = 9
HP = 4 + 5 x 5 = 45
EP = 8+5 x 5 = 65
{22}Attributes:
{10pts}Race: Human
{Human-Base} {Lotai 'Untouchable'} Block Power [Source-Psionic: Telepathy, Sixth Sense, Super-senses] = Lvl 5 {10pts}
{10} Heightened Awareness: Lvl 5, You wouldn't know what the information age does to that squishy little mind of yours...
{2}Organisational Ties: Lvl 1 His fathers reputation precedes even his offspring...
Body/Mind/Soul
ACV: 4+8+5/3 = 5.667 + 1 = 6.667 = 7
DCV = 5.667 = 6
DM = 5
SV = 9
HP = 4 + 5 x 5 = 45
EP = 8+5 x 5 = 65
{22}Attributes:
{10pts}Race: Human
{Human-Base} {Lotai 'Untouchable'} Block Power [Source-Psionic: Telepathy, Sixth Sense, Super-senses] = Lvl 5 {10pts}
{10} Heightened Awareness: Lvl 5, You wouldn't know what the information age does to that squishy little mind of yours...
{2}Organisational Ties: Lvl 1 His fathers reputation precedes even his offspring...
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{10}Navigation: Space - lvl 5
{24}Physical sciences Lvl 4 (Astronomy, Engineering, Mathematics)
{24} Military Sciences- Lvl 4 Intelligence Analysis, Strategy, Tactics
{16} Biological Sciences- Lvl 4 Genetics, Xenobiology
{8} Physical Sciences: Planetology – Lvl 4
{8} Computers: Databases – Lvl 4
{8} Electronics: Communications– Lvl 4
{8} Electronics: Computers– Lvl 4
{6} Computers: Programming – Lvl 3
{5}Cultural arts (History) Lvl 5
{2} Gaming: Computer Games – Lvl 2
{4}Languages (English, Trade, Dutch, German, French, Afrikaans, Chinese)
{3}Ranged Attack [Pistols] - Lvl 1
{1}Etiquette (Upper class) Lvl 1
{24}Physical sciences Lvl 4 (Astronomy, Engineering, Mathematics)
{24} Military Sciences- Lvl 4 Intelligence Analysis, Strategy, Tactics
{16} Biological Sciences- Lvl 4 Genetics, Xenobiology
{8} Physical Sciences: Planetology – Lvl 4
{8} Computers: Databases – Lvl 4
{8} Electronics: Communications– Lvl 4
{8} Electronics: Computers– Lvl 4
{6} Computers: Programming – Lvl 3
{5}Cultural arts (History) Lvl 5
{2} Gaming: Computer Games – Lvl 2
{4}Languages (English, Trade, Dutch, German, French, Afrikaans, Chinese)
{3}Ranged Attack [Pistols] - Lvl 1
{1}Etiquette (Upper class) Lvl 1
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{-2} Recurring Nightmares: Aside from general insomnia, the expectations put upon him by his environment has a tendency to express itself in horribly graphic nightmares.
(-1) Red Tape: “Science officer” on board a military vessel.
{-4} The Skeleton in the Closet: Was most likely given his assignment as a political favor, and though he is certainly capable, he never had to truly compete. There's a difference between it being an unspoken possibility and a well known fact. It would certainly hurt his already meager pride, were it to come out.
(-1) Red Tape: “Science officer” on board a military vessel.
{-4} The Skeleton in the Closet: Was most likely given his assignment as a political favor, and though he is certainly capable, he never had to truly compete. There's a difference between it being an unspoken possibility and a well known fact. It would certainly hurt his already meager pride, were it to come out.
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{8}Personal Computer
Free:
Uniform, Boots, Comm Device, Personal trinkets, Pistol/Sidearm (Chemical)
Free:
Uniform, Boots, Comm Device, Personal trinkets, Pistol/Sidearm (Chemical)