Place of Birth:Planet Manhattan, New York, Liberty
Sex:Male
Height (cm):194
Weight (kg):88
Relatives:Sarah Kelso, my sister. Enjoying the resort conditions at Sugarland for an indefinite period.
Previous Work Experience:I spent most of my life as a police officer. Not on desk duty. I know how to deal with scumbags, zero gravity or not.
Previous Military Service:Lieutenant of secondary fleet.
Biographical Segment:I was born at Manhattan. My parents were simple people; they weren't exactly rich, but we weren't starving. The neighborhood was terrible: the police were running wild trying to round up a huge group of petty criminals. But, overall, life went on as usual until I was 14. My sister, four years older than me, fell in with a particularly bad crowd. A growing gang, which, as it later turned out, was an extension of a major drug trafficking operation.
When our parents found out what she'd gotten herself into, they immediately locked her up and wouldn't let her out of home. And they were damn right to do so. Within a couple of weeks, that gang had caused so much shit that local hospital required many bodybags. Dear sister was thrown in jail as someone who had connection to this mess, but only for a couple of years, since she had no direct involevement to the drug trafficking and murder. As it turned out, she'd gotten pregnant by one of the now-dead assholes in that gang. So the newly-titled grandparents had to take care of the baby while she was sitting on her ass in jail. It was expensive to feed another mouth, so I had to work part-time. But we managed.
And then she got out. She was quiet, barely spoke to us. Parents wouldn't let her near the child; we all knew she was deranged. Saw it in her eyes. It's a shame they ever let her out. Some time later, she showed up on our doorstep with a handgun; shot both my parents and her own son, who wasn't even three years old yet. Almost sent me to the other side. The police shot her in the leg and arm, pinned her down, and sent her to Sugarland to work off her debt to society.
A debt that high, she can never repay.
After that I trained to be a police officer. Signed up with the LPI. To clean the streets of trash like her. I worked there for several years, faithfully, and sent many bastards to prison. Didn't advance much in my career: according to the "experts," I was "excessively cruel" and "lacked leadership qualities". Then, some bastards ambushed the convoy I was escorting to the landing pad. I don't really remember how it happened; they told me I was hit by a bunch of shrapnel from the explosion. I would have died there if not for the wonders of modern medicine. But still ended up crippled. In a wheelchair. Useless.
When I got the offer to participate in some a little bit shady project from Ageira, an experimental exoskeleton implanted directly into the body, followed by service in the Navy, I didn't even hesitate. I signed up right away. A bunch of preparations, medications, some waiting in a hospital... And now I'm walking again. With my body stronger than ever. They quietly assigned me to a secondary fleet, where I spent about a year and a half, rising to lieutenant. In the navy, my "excessive cruelty" suddenly became effectiveness. My "lack of leadership qualities" was recognized as an ability to work independently. Funny stuff.
And recently I received word that they want to test me on more challenging tasks. That's why I'm writing here.
OORP Part Your experience in Discovery:I first stumbled upon Discovery in 2022, but didn't play much. I returned in 2024 and have been playing ever since. I've never been sanctioned. Are you familiar with the Laws of Liberty and the Discovery RP 24/7 Server Rules?:Yes Respectively, rate your RP and PvP skills on a scale to 10:RP: 4 PvP: 2 Discord Username:saltydusk Timezone:+7 GMT
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