General Information First name: Sam Middle name(s): Roy Surname: Keating Age: 25 Date of birth: lol Race: Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Gay Current residence: Surplus dropship Relationship status: Single Social status: Recluse? Regular party goer. Financial standing: Pretty damn wealthy. Sort of. Traits of Voice Accent (if any): None Language spoken: Some wretched Thai dialect, English, Other languages known: None. Style of speaking: Soft, level, monotone. Volume of voice: He mumbles a lot, but is generally good at presenting himself. Physical Appearance Height: 5'10 Weight: 167lb Eye color: Green. Other is not green, and is a transplant. Skin color: Caucasian Shape of face: Heart-shaped Distinguishing features: Mole just left of lips. Scar on his right temple. Multiple expensive DNI sockets lining either side of his skull, near the nape. Build of body: Lanky. He obviously runs, but that's more or less all the exercise he ever gets. Hair color: Blonde Hair style: Mohawk Complexion: Pasty, but freckles? Weird. Posture: Guy can't stand straight. Tattoos: Generic dollar-coin sized heart tattoo on left shoulder which reads 'SAM' within. Piercings: None that are visible. Typical clothing: Tank top, baggy pants, shorts of all kinds. As skimpy as he can get away with. Cockpits are hot when you're hooked up to them. Is seen by others as: Regular drunkard, soft spoken guy, general unknown. Personality Likes: Engines, radar-systems, electronics, the saxophone, rock music, most music? Fishing, video games. Getting high. Guys. Steak cooked in wine and garlic powder (and other sweet stuff). Salmon, food, cooking. (He has a few good recipes. Cooks a mean yakitori with plum wine sauce.) Traditional architecture. Art in general, portraits, (he's got a Caravaggio replica, Bacchus, hanging in the dropship he tells people is genuine. It isn't.) Ancient TV-shows (he likes a lot of them. Friends. Seinfeld. Etc). Farmers. Hippies. Deserts. Old cars with sharp lines, new cars with retro-centric design, jets, aircraft, old guns, new guns, ammunition, clubs, smoking, drinking, playing music. Singing. Fast-food, junkfood, nutrient paste from Microtel (only Microtel. he thinks any other brand tastes like catfood). Rain, storms, tornadoes and supercells, mesocyclones, frogs. Frogs. Frogs. Toads. Lizards. Snakes. Bees. Dislikes: Corporations in essence. Corpos in general. PMC outfits, corpsec, special forces soldiers. Modern architecture. Post-Modern art, post-modern design. Cults, suits, cubicles, poorly prepared mexican food, needles, surprises, blind-dust, snow washes, rain, storms, tornadoes, and supercells, mesocyclones, etc. Helicopters. VTOL craft, police. Withdrawal, sellouts, phonies, boy-bands, sage, corporate superstars, most celebrities, humidity, perspiration. Education: Highschool, college, corporate military service. Fears: Missiles, radar, Floran, knives, mobile phones, humidity, the voice of his old drill instructor. Personal goals: Put away more into savings. Pilot the Panzer more. Acquire new ablative armor. Acquire new 20mm ammunition, a laundry list of things he has to do to maintain the Panzer. Practice the sax some more, put together a more extensive bugout kit, utterly destroy at least one megacorp before he's through. General attitude: Relaxed, stoned. Religious values: A vague belief in god. Catholic? He wears a crucifix under his tank tops. General intelligence: Pretty high? He has his moments. General sociability: Pretty eeeeehhhh Health Illnesses (if any): None Allergies (if any): To sage, and bees. The sage is just sneezing. The bees is worse. Sleeping habits: All over the place, lol. Energy level: Depends on the day. Low to mid, -seemingly-? But can jump to high in a heartbeat. Eating habits: Nutrient paste once a day, cooked meals at least every other day. Modern rations at least once a day, junkfood at least four times a week. Candy at least twice a week. Softdrinks and juice almost every day. Memory: Any unhealthy habits: Smoking, benzodiazepines? He does them rarely. Drinking. History Relationships Parents: Father - beloved, Mother - estranged, brother - dead, sister - pity. Siblings: One dead brother, one living sister. Any enemies (and why): Various corporate security bodies on Nobre V for violating strict territory boundaries on multiple occasions as well as the destruction of hardware and assets. Various local security forces on Nobre V for the destruction of assets, murder, vehicular destruction, etc. Hof Leal Hawke, jet pilot, for murder of his friend and secret lover. Tanaka Franks, VTOL pilot, for murder of his support squad that contained his wife. Various pilots and soldiers of lesser skill or importance for likely similar, collateral reasons. Various lending agencies for unpaid dues. Various corporate logistics bodies for assets destroyed. Various corporate bodies for undermining value on stock, territory, hardware, and development. But they have plenty of enemies like that. Children: None. Friends: His fixer, Kuso. Military pal, Frankie. Mechanic-- Duangkamol. Best friend(s): Duangkamol, Eshu, Max, Diego. Love interest (if there is one): Max, but he's dead. Combat Peaceful or violent: Peaceful, usually even when working. Weapon (if applicable): The Panzer Style of fighting: Using his brain to move the craft, lol. Others Occupation: Panzerboy, smalltime musician. Current home: Dilapidated dropship. Favorite types of food: Chicken nuggets in honey mustard, mozeralla sticks, salmon, steak, garlic mashed potatoes, caesar salad (gotta have a specific type of dressing. also asiago cheese), BLT's, Microtel nutrient paste. Favorite types of drink: Tall-can tangy tea drinks. Green sodas. Most juices. Hobbies/past times: Simulator pod for the Panzer, armored vehicles and jets. Saxaphone, gaming, gambling, casual sex, drugs, getting drunk. But above all, getting to practice with the Panzer in the flesh when he has the space and the extra money to do so. Guilty pleasures: Seinfeld. Lipgloss. Painting his toenails. The voice of his old drill instructor. Pet peeves: People who take nearly everything literally. Pointless expenses. Wastes of money. People who say 'like' too much. Gum that never loses it's sweetness. Overpowering perfume. People who get all up in your face when they're talking to you. Shouting. Yelling. Pointless loud noises or acts of violence towards objects out of anger. Pets: A frog called Fud. Talents: Piloting fast armored vehicles, jets, and minors in saxaphone, cookery and mechanics. Favorite colors: Olive green. Soft teal. Purples. Yellows. Favorite type of music: Rock, old electronica, alt-rock, ambience, industrial, dark industrial.
