"Hold still, I promise it's only a small burn"
Personality: Jokey and witty. . Doc is a medic, so he will not hesitate to tell somebody to shut up while performing any medical technique in the field.
Quirks: Doc seems to yell at his targets whilst killing them, sometime invoking fear to them, and boosting morale in his allies. If he gets the chance to kill something with a knife, he can be heard through gritted teeth taunting the poor sap.
Likes: Discontinued Weapons, Medical supplies, his scalpel, dark places.
Dislikes: Having to give up weapons, explosions, covenant, people not laughing at his jokes(which he gets alot)
Weapon(s) of Choice: Dual M7/Caseless Submachine Gun x2
Weapon(s) of Last Resort: A Bowie Knife with the word Scalpel carved into it. Kept on Chest protector
Weapon(s) avoided: Covenant weaponry
Has many small, basic medical A.I.’s (female programming) which he calls “The Little Nurses
* Weapon/Training History: As any other Spartan-II, Doc trained, and trained, and trained, until it was decided that he would be Fire team Hephaestus's Spartan medic. Doc passed the final exam with flying colors, and was assigned an Operator helmet for the full-face vision range, and the headlights; perfect for his line of duty.
Biography: After being Kidnapped from his home planet of CLASSIFIED on the date of CLASSIFIED, SPARTAN K-225 abducted then trained just like any other Spartan-II; A scared child, injected with painful stimulants and subjected to choices no other child should have had to make. He quickly grew up making comrades as a means to survive, making sure to repay their friendship by keeping them safe in turn. He quickly learned along with the rest of the Spartans, that teamwork, and taking orders would be his way of life. Such actions led to a very quick study in training exercises, and being referred to extend into a medic role.
After being referred to a position as a medic from his selfless acts of saving a fellow trainee, Doc swiftly finished the course, and became one of the few Spartan-II medics. Doc was supplied with a series of A.I.’s that he and most of his technical crew refers to as “The Little Nurses”. They were designed to help identify injuries, examine chances of survivals and other relative statistics, and be his eyes and ears when he was otherwise pre-occupied. They are all sentient, and he sees himself as a fatherly figure to them, even though they still call refer to him as "The Doc". With these companions, he is almost unstoppable. Most Spartans would pick a shotgun, or a battle rifle along with a knife if they were left behind enemy lines. Doc would take his "Scalpel" A non-standard issue Bowie knife, and the Little Nurses.
He was eventually too be assigned to support Spartan Fire team Hephaestus; who attempted to investigate research station Rapture located in the CLASSIFIED system. Along the ride, he made a few friends, which kept him alive, as it was discovered that an elite Zealot strike team had raided the site for its database, which Fire team Hephaestus promptly deleted from all of its systems, including Doc’s military and personal records. He was court-marshaled later for such actions, but does not regret his decision of erasing his life growing up. After escaping in a pelican with a jerry-rigged pelican driven by a bleeding marine receiving medical attention from Doc himself, the remnants of the team landed on reach, a barren wasteland that had previously been glassed years prior.
Barely surviving, they were found a week later, and Doc would be deployed to protect a high-ranking ONI personnel along with Spartan-G-499. He would protect he charge was for years alongside Spartan G-499 "Mr. G", forming a brotherly bond with his partner, even being sent off to accomplish torch and burn missions with low success rates. Such times could not have lasted forever, as there was soon an assassination attempt on the high-ranking personnel he was protecting. Spartan G-499 decided that it would be in best action to close an airlock, trapping himself and a Nuclear Device with a battalion of Covenant; thus leaving Doc to fend off a hunter with nothing but his “Scalpel”, the little nurses, and a magnum with two magazines, too much to ask for.
The next day they found him and his charge, maintaining body heat inside the hunter’s corpse. As there was no longer any need to guard the personnel as she was then sent to earth. With nowhere left to go, he was subsequently then re-deployed to help in the effort for Unova Prime where he was reunited with an old sparring friend, SPARTAN-017. There is many a long hour that he hasn't spent in the medical bay of any ship, even going so far as to request medical supplies to take into the field.