Paul stands at slightly above average height for a male human, clocking in at 5'11. He has a fairly slender, yet muscular build.
While his face is largely obscured beneath his cybernetics,
He appears to be a reasonably symmetrical (possibly even relatively attractive) middle aged Caucasian man.
Paul's mask covers his face, with a metal gorget shrouding his neck (presumably protecting something underneath).
His voice is gruff and distorted - likely a byproduct of the mask he is wearing.
Paul dresses casually and practically - he clearly doesn't take care of his appearance in such a sense, nor wishes to.
Paul wears a large backpack, in which he collects various odds and ends.
Personality:
At first, Paul may appear aloof, standoffish or even intimidating depending on your perception.
However, depending on how smoothly things go, you may find a friend for life.
Those that know Paul well know he is the loyal sort, and would bend over backwards for true friends.
Paul abides by his own code of ethics, which may or may not clash with the law from time to time, but is overall a decent, hardworking individual.
He is introspective, and spends much of his time in the Nocturne Woodlands observing the creatures that inhabit the area.
Equipment and Abilities:
Paul carries with him various low-tech pieces of gear which he deems necessary for traversing the woodlands and the outskirts of Elisonia.
Common items found in Paul's backpack -
A large coiled length of rope and climbing equipment,
an old service pistol,
an old map of the Elisonian suburbs,
a compact tent,
a sleeping bag,
dried foods,
an inductor tube to consume said foods,
water cleaning tablets,
a mess tin.
Paul, being ex-military, knows his way around various weapons and has a clear head in times of danger.
Historical Background:
Paul was born to Penelope and Ramsay Bellemare in the thriving city of Elisonia where he was instilled with a rigid sense of discipline and respect for his elders.
While his parents cared for him and loved him deeply, their overbearing authoritarian approach to Paul seemed to have an unintended side effect.
While the values they wished to teach him were indeed learned over time, he grew to resent deeply those who were offered more "freedom" during childhood, and would often lash out at others during his adolescence.
Approaching college with no real desire to continue education, Paul enlisted in the military in hope that he would get to see the world around him and explore.
He found his service eye-opening, and he did not expect truly what he would find.
While he was competent in the physical aspects of his training, and showed proper respect to his superiors, he felt an emptiness inside that he would not pinpoint until much later on.
Paul spent much of his free time alone, dissembling and reassembling his service weapons, and writing letters to his parents which he would never send. Instead, he collected them and on the eve of his 20th birthday, burned them all on a great bonfire.
He stumbled upon an aptitude for tinkering with airships and specialised as an engineer, though later grew dissatisfied with this too.
On deployment, Paul was caught in the shoulder and ribs by an Aethera-based weapon round. While this did not kill him outright, it was enough to cause a great deal of pain, and enough damage to discharge him.
Time took its toll on Paul, and he spent many months in hospital with severe breathing difficulties. It had transpired that the round that shattered two of his ribs caused bone fragments to lodge themselves in his lungs. The area surrounding these fragments became infected in such a way that there was no other choice - the doctors were forced to remove the affected organs.
Luckily for Paul, experimental technology was available at the time which could provide him with a new lease on life. Such technology didn't come cheap, but a corporation saw Paul as an investment for the future, and were willing to pay the fees in exchange for his services.
Upon recovery, a process that took many months, Paul learned about his new respiratory system. Wired to his jaw, a series of tubes pumped air into Paul's body, forcing it into a Aethera-based filter which would diffuse oxygen into his blood directly. An unfortunate side effect of this, however, was that Paul would BREATHE OUT traces of Aethera mingled with the various other waste products of respiration, requiring him to wear a gas mask so as to not poison those around him.
Once he had made it through the toughest few months, the corporation which funded his life-saving operation gave him his first task: he was to work with a team of scientists on constructing new weaponry based on Aethera technology, specifically designed to erode living tissue.
Needless to say, as the work began, Paul began to feel an unease with his new employers - these weapons were barbaric, and inflicted great pain and suffering on their targets. From what he heard of, testing was being carried out on live subjects. Paul could not condone it, and so he departed into the night at the nearest opportunity.
He lives out his days in the Woodlands out of fear the corporation will eventually hunt him down. After all, he still very much owes them.