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Description
Thin, with cybernetic implants on his arms and neck. 6',4" tall, he looks like a escaped prisoner. He wears the grey-blue of a captain's uniform. No medals adorn his shirt; Save the ensignia of Captain on his collar.

Personality
Quiet, generally keeps to himself. He never talks to anyone unless forced to, or asked too. If he sees people fighting, He'll step in to either stop the problem, or move it to a place where they wont harm innocent people.
Equipment
Generally carries a pulse-laser pistol on his hip.

His ship, the Mayflower, in orbit.

And his uniform, Which he generally is wearing.

History
His homeplanet was Phobes, which was destroyed when the Enemy attacked; He managed to survive because he was already in the Fourth Fleet by that time.
John Goodman enters, looking around slowly. He finds himself a seat, sliding into it slowly.
"If your leaving, I will just get myself a drink. I dont want to be a bother." he says, fierce blue eyes staring at her face with no emotion.
"Just a beer is fine." he says, an eyebrow raised.
"Better leave.. Before more people call for you." he says slowly, taking a sip of the beer.
John Goodman raises an eyebrow slowly, hand slowly falling to the pulse-laser pistol strapped on his thigh, as he watches her run out the back. He scans the room slowly, sipping the beer casually with his free hand.
John Goodman pushes himself up. "Is there a problem..?"
John Goodman sets the beer down, running a hand over the cybernetic plugs on his neck. "Curious as to why you are abducting the waitress.. Is all."
"You burst in here, rudely turn on the lights and yell.. Are you looking to make the drunks mad? If you are looking for a fight.. I might suggest you go to one of the arena's I'm -sure- are around town."
"Please tell me why you are abducting the waitress. Is she some form of criminal here?"
John Goodman pulls out his pulse-laser pistol, firing a shot at the wall just above the soldiers. A bright flash, and a watermellon size chunk of the wall disapears. " I dont want to have to get violent. Sir. "
"So why dont you just slow down.. And explain."
makes a gesture at the waitress. "Come here. Do you have further business here.. Sir?"
slowly walks towards Hellshine, pistol out. He glances out the door to make sure the man is gone, before talking to her. ".. You might want to head home now."
John Goodman has no emotion in his eyes as he stares at her, putting his pistol away. "Neither do I."
John Goodman calmly collects himself, walking as silently as a ghost back to his seat.
John Goodman sips his beer, staring into space.
"The best cure for anger is solitude. Less people to be angry at. And less people to hurt." he says slowly, quietly, from his table.
John Goodman pulls out his pistol slowly.