Description
Age: 23, on the nose. Youth conscripted him to his duty, and failed to take him from it.
Nationality: English, of kings and queens alike.
Species: Human, as the group would suggest.
Position: Medic
Squad: Gamma
Though a bit skinny, Voltaire's body is well toned and swift, as is his mind. Though he does receive some teasing about his hair, it is an aesthetic he enjoys, and so he keeps it to him without fail. Of course, the question does come up about his prosthetic, and Joseph is reluctant to tell the story of it, though if asked enough, he does reveal it's grim history, only to those whom he has gained the trust of.
Personality
Joseph Voltaire is a man whom was never raised to fit in to society. Quiet and withdrawn, if not obscenely shy, words would very rarely flow from his lips, if at all, in the company of anyone he didn't know. Though his medicinal skills are second to none, his social skills are incredibly lacking, and it is known that he has trouble making - if not keeping - close relations or even friends.
However, despite his inability to relate, the young Joseph has an incredibly dark sense of humor, and when he should site it as relevant, he will say something to get a laugh, though it usually ends in his disgrace. Despite this, he is a loyal soldier, and his "Never back down" policy in combat earns him some reasonable vim in the field of battle, if not the commendation of those whom fight along side him.
Equipment
Though his primary arm is indeed the Manitoba SSD, Voltaire makes some profound use out of a trench knife that was left to him by his father; a man whom deserted him early in his life. Though of course, standard gear such as flashlight, night and thermal vision equipment, and his vast array of medical supplies weigh him down, he is sure to always keep the trench knife handy, for in close quarters it can be a saving grace.
History
Abandoned by his father early on in life, Voltaire was raised by a mother whom worked two jobs not only to feed them, but to pay the gifted Joseph's way through private school. At early ages, Voltaire displayed incredible academic talents, easily the top of his class year after year. Though his studies, and lack of a male role model did detract from his ability to adjust or build relationships, his instructors where always quick to commend him for his hard work.
Yet tragedy interrupted a young man's life, and when Joseph was Fifteen, his left arm was terribly mangled in a traffic collision. When it came to the hospital, the bones had been shattered so badly that the doctor, instead of casting it, severed the limb, replacing it with a prosthetic. From that point forth, Joseph has had a distinct distaste, if not fear, of automobiles, subliminally siting them as the reason for any pain he should incur.
When Voltaire came to graduating from the private school, his mother insisted he take the full-ride scholarship he had to a medical school, so that he could become a doctor of medicine, and save others. But Voltaire saw no interest in that. In fact, he had been drawn towards PMCs and Military units, simply for the fact that they gave him worth. Ah, but he could not disappoint his mother, whom fought for him so many years, and so he took his studies to medical school.
Again, fairly high on in his class, the young Voltaire learned to save others, and when he graduated, he was approached by SG to join, as they where in need of a doctor as skilled as he. Eager and willing, Joseph Voltaire joined, and his assignment to SRC Team 9 was the epitome of what he wanted to do with his life.
