NameAlexander 'Doc' Atreides
Age44
SexMale
RoleCombat Force
AppearanceDoc Atreides is a thin man, almost unheathily so the people who might see him while in some state of clothed that falls short of fully dressed. The glasses are merely for show, as are the goggles as neither would do any sort of vision correction as the man has clear vision as it is. His blue coat hides a holster under his left arm that he stores his personal pistol of choice while his rifle often will be seen slung along his back when not in use. Under his button up vest is, in fact, a thin piece of armor that, while not very useful against plasma or heavy gunfire, might stop a round or two and, more importantly, help prevent slashing damage to him. His slacks have nothing special about them besides matching the rest of his attire, while the soles and tread of his dress shoes were replaced with better, more gripping material to dig in and hold on better.
Height5'9"
Weight151lbs
PersonalityDoc isn't the sort of person who would seem like an extreme range killer, not when you first meet the man. Polite and respectful towards guests aboard the Rooster, often times advocating a quiet or peaceful solution to problems when he can, and generally going about scholarly pursuits on his free time, one would question why such a man is working on a Train crewed by a ragtag team. One simply needs to look into his past for that, coupled with his rather drastic shift in personality when the going gets tough, and complete and utter lack of morals rarely helps.
Start a serious fight with the man, and out the window goes all the polite, gentleman of a medical professional. No remorse, no pity, no regrets are three ways to define him when a fight gets real serious. He won't bother with attempting a peaceful solution, or even register it exists, instead unfeelingly gunning down whatever happens to be hostile to the crew that forced him into this mindset. He will usually revert without a single bit of drama or fuss, and be as kind and pleasant as always, just without the guilt that someone with a moral compass might feel for the slaughter they just participated in.
LikesQuiet Contemplation and Study
Intelligent People
Aiding those honestly ill or injured
His Emerald Herald
Story Telling
DislikesUsing false illness to escape responsibility
Egotistical, Prideful Mages
Being asked the story of his Emerald Herald
Interruptions to his Work
Attempts to check his morality
Sexual PreferenceHeterosexual
AbilitiesMedical Savant:
True to his nickname, Doc Atreides is indeed a trained medical professional. Coupled with his constant research, study, and
experimentation on captured pirates, wildlife, and bandits, he has a complex and thorough biological understanding of what makes people and other creatures tick, how to keep them ticking or, if need be, more effectively stop their ticking for good. Whatever is required of him in the grand scheme of things, and as it has often been said by the man: "Medicine can be as divine or as damning as anything, people just find it far more horrifying when it is used to kill vice heal."
Combat Skill Breakdown:
Doc wouldn't make a terribly good member of the Rooster's fighting crew if he couldn't handle himself in a fight, and you put enough space between him and his target, and he can place a round right on their forehead. That being said, he is anything but helpless up close thanks to his anatomical knowledge, but he will not outbrute or outpace anything beyond cannon fodder grunts. Thankfully for him, he rarely has to keep in a fist or blade fight, often creating enough distance for his pistol or, preferably, set up and start picking off foes with his longrifle of choice, taking longer to fire but landing far more shots than your common thug, proud of his talent at taking impossible shots and proving them possible.
Scholarly Pursuit: Doc is a smart man, and not in his chosen profession of practical medicine. He spends much of his free time learning and reading and can recall and use large portions of the infromation he had read up on and practiced. He has been known to make commentary in languages unlike what is commonly spoken, or dealing with other cultures that do not normally play well with their Train and company. Beyond that, he has plenty of stories that, scholarly or no, can keep folks amused for a time.
EquipmentDoc's Repeating Rifle:
A custom job that originated from between his departure from armed service with the Royal Kingdom and joining up with the Rooster and crew, the weapon was originally a basic issue rifle to security forces that were seconded to Kingdom sponsored Trains, such as the one that Doc first landed freelance work on. By the time Doc joined up with the Rooster's crew, it was barely recognizable as such. The weapon keeps loosely the same frame, but has been overhauled for a larger caliber round. It kicks like a mule, carries five rounds (six if including one in the chamber), and has an odd graduated sight for extreme range rather than more traditional optics. Doc claims this is so he can use iron sights without having to do more than flip the extra sight down and its less maintence on an already tempermental weapon. But Doc swears by it, and he does his job well with it.
Emerald Herald:
Doc refuses to ever relate the story as to how this unique weapon, that is as much a piece of art as it is a sidearm, came into his possession. From a combat perspective, the thing is a handcannon, heavy on the recoil, loud and distinctive, and low on ammo capacity due to its design. However, the sheer power behind each shot and its accuracy is above average for a sidearm, and the recoil forces a shooter to reset their aim, taking time to make shots land by design. It is a break action, so the front half swings down to allow removal of spent cartridges, and loading of fresh ones, either by hand or a loading device.
Medical Kit:
Part military issue, part scavanged and collected tools and supplies, Doc is never seen without his shoulder slung bag stuffed full of everything from sutures, needles, bandages and scalpals to a collection of herbs, odd looking liquids, a rather large serrated blade for limb removal (Or in emergencies, self defense) and a stained notebook. Said notebook contains the notes, analysis, and diagnosis of every person he has ever worked on, both to heal, kill, or literally pick apart via dissection. One could see it as a personal journal of sorts as well, as it also has his own private musings on each person, injury, illness and medical oddity he has ever come across.
HistoryDoc has been working on trains for at least twenty years now, from running medical on emergency state sponsored Trains, to little more than hired thugs on the pleasure rides, the aging man has seen all sorts of trials and tribulations. Born to a family of misfits and soldiers, though, no one who knew his family would have expected any sort of normal life for the boy. Raised in the Royal Kingdom, itself a central location between the various other kingdoms, his family had long since either been soldiers for the Crown, or Train crewmembers. Raised on the stories of both, it was little surprise that, once he was of age and there was no Train in at the time, he followed in his father's footsteps and swore himself to defend the kingdom from all enemies.
Doc learned of his knack for medical work here, and without a shred of magic to help him along with it. He was trained as a healer, and kept in reserve to aid injured knights and soldiers as they returned. This was not the life he had forseen himself having, fighting grand battles like the stories of old. So after spending six years mastering what medical skill was available to one ungifted in magic, he vanished. While his family suspected the truth, they never spoke a word as to where he might of went. And a Train sped away from the Royal Kingdom, a fresh faced doctor was working alongside the security forces on the machine. Twenty years would stretch ahead of him on this path, and it would be a winding and rampant adventure for the rapidly maturing lad.
Seeing the filth, scum, and worse seemingly walking side by side with the best and brightest of the realm had a profund effect on his outlook on life. He lost any moral code or ethics his family instilled in him, growing distant from his fellow man in a subtle way. He had nothing to inhibit his research and studies, and working as a crewmember of the Trains was simply a means to this end. Even on the rare moments a pleasure train was heading the same way he was, where guards off duty would gladly partake in the more earthly pleasures, he would seclude himself away and work, practice, and study. When pirates struck, one could find Doc in the thick of it, sprinting from one end of the train to the other, shots barking from his rifle as he picked off incoming pirates. At some point he was aboard a Train that was part of a 'cursed' expedition, and as one of the only survivors its a rare tale he will not tell, though some suspect his sidearm is linked to these events.
Whatever the case of those events, for twelve years he drifted from Train to Train, crew to crew, never really finding a place he was comfortable or, sometimes, welcome to stay for long periods of time. He would eventually cross paths with the Rooster, a humble enough name in Doc's opinion, and their crew's Captain had welcomed the man to the crew. And he just never moved on, signing on for the long term aboard the Rooster. He couldn't really pin why, it was a ragtag bunch that were hardly the best outfitted, trained, or even paid at times. But he never felt the old urges to move on, through thick or thin, so he would just have broken his eight year point serving with the Rooster and her crew when, unknown to them, a princess of rather notable stature would come aboard and, no doubt, proceed to make their lives rather interesting.
Theme SongThe Good DoctorAdditional NotesDoc received his nickname aboard the Rooster, and often answers to it faster than his own given name.
Has been known to blow up some of his stories a bit more than the truth really was, for the sake of entertainment and passing the time.