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Name: Foy Foi Coiffeur
Aliases: “Fucking Foy!”
Age: 35
Birthday: January 10
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Farraday - Red Sun System
Allegiance: Neutral
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Barber / Private Contractor

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Height: 6’0”
Weight: 181 lbs
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly Tanned
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None

Personal Style:
Foy dresses in the finest of Western Gentleman duds, at all times. Well fitting, hand-tailored suits fit the norm, along with a bowler hat or not-too-ostentatious stetson. Long sleeved, clean white shirts with sleeve garters are common, as well as a breathtaking selection of western period ties. If weather is inclement or formality warrants it, Foy is a huge fan of long, pinstriped coats with split tails.

　　　Foy sports a meticulously well groomed handlebar moustache with oiled tips. It is a thing which he dotes over, and is most proud of. He is a very clean and tidy man, insisting on being clean shaven and properly scaped at all times. Foy is generally polite, but rarely nice. There is a difference. Speak with him for more than ten minutes and you’ll understand.

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Polite * Sarcastic * Ambitious * Businesslike * Refined * Classist

Sexuality: Hetero-stache-ual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality:

Foy can be seen as quaint, even comical. Maybe he is - until there is a deal to be made for his services. His eloquent speech and manner hide a truly mercenary individual, one who takes most any assignment that crosses his path and promises a payoff. He has scruples, mind you. There are lines he won’t cross, if only for reputation’s sake. The man is quite wealthy, independently so. He takes these contracts for the fun of it. Travel, intrigue, making new business contacts, and to feed a sense of personal pride.

　　　Socially, he is suited to hobnobbing with those of standing, even if the extreme higher-ups view him as something of a hireling. He is a talented merchant and Barber, well known and respected covers all around, but when it comes down to it, Foy is an unassuming Gun-For-Hire, pure and simple. He is adaptable to situations, in a manner of speaking, bottom line being survival. Otherwise, Foy is quite the son-of-a-bitch.

Habits:

• Oiling his moustache
• Poking fun at select locals

Hobbies:

• Grooming

Fears:

• Peladophobia
• Being Humiliated
• Intestinal Distress

Likes:

• Whiskey
• Guns
• Finery
• Moustache Wax
• Warm Blankets
• Wrapped Candies

Dislikes:

• Dirty people
• Losing Money
• Being Wrong
• Associating with the Lower Classes
• Not getting paid
• Monotony

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General Skills:

• Art
• Administration
• Carouse
• Perception
• Stealth
• Athletics
• Recon
• Melee
• Gun Combat

Specialty Skills:

• Melee - Blades
• Melee - Natural
• Athletics - Coordination
• Gun Combat - Slug Pistols
• Gun Combat - Rifles

What Is On Your Person:

• Fancy Duds (described in “Personal Style”, above)
• Derringer (loaded, quick release holster)
• Derringer (ditto ^)
• Additional bullets (12)
• Oversized Straight Razor
• Basic Barber’s Tools
• Gentleman’s Wallet (Civillian Contractor Ident, scrip, old fashioned business cards, animations of mistresses in various states of undress)
• Fancy filigreed lighter (with moustache inlay)
• Fancy filigreed pocket flask (also with moustache inlay)
• Platinum Pocketwatch (you guessed it ^)

Quarters:

• Impressive Wardrobe
• Scrip/Coin, various, substantial
• Callahan Full-Bore Auto-Lock
• Collection of fine alcohols
• Colt Python (custom)
• Colt Python (custom)
• Gunbelt (108 capacity)
• Crate of ammo
• Cortex Terminal, standard
• Wrapped Candies, by the pound
• Full, Elaborate, and Shiny Barber’s Equipment

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The Reason You Chose The Side You Did:

　　　 Alliance, Independants, whatever. Truly, it is inconsequential. The benefits of good, sound business dealings are what matter in the ‘Verse. It just so happens that The Alliance makes regular deals, and many a time pays up front. Browncoats, eh… Nothing personal, chum. Those people are mostly the poor, dirty kind of folk that don’t have a bankroll adequate to proper lifestyle expenses. The times they do, though... Turns out to be quite the adventure indeed!
　　　
History:

Foy Coiffeur was born in what he considers to be the only civilized part of Farraday in the Red Sun System. His family had already made their money through trade and political forays, giving him a head start in life as compared to most in the System. The family’s ancestral trade was to raise generations of Gentleman Barbers, a thing still taught out of tradition, lest they have to again work for a living. What he did with it later, though, was an act of mercantile brilliance. But before this, there was The Rise of Foy:

As a youth, Foy wanted to stake it out on his own. He joined the local constabulary, taking basic training there, but no one took him too seriously on account of his foppish, dandy background. So he joined the Alliance Military. His parents were fearful for his life, what with the whole “Unification War” thing happening elsewhere in the ‘Verse, and used their considerable monetary influence to get him a commission as an officer. Foy knew it was favoritism, but didn’t care. It was his rightful standing to wear a peaked cap and order people from the safety of a large ship or core world. And the training he received: much better experience than tracking rustlers or settling drunks back home. He might have a Western Aristocrat appearance, but he was a competent Agent and talented combatant.

When things got too monotonous, he Foy decided not to re-op his commission, leaving as a young officer with a trifle of a retirement package (for him, anyway). He returned to his native Farraday to take over the family business. Using his new contacts from his time in the military, Foy branched out the business into marketing and production of grooming/hygiene products, many with his face plastered on the label. The seat of the family business, “The Moustachery”, grew.

But this too became monotonous. Asking around for a while, he began taking the odd contract that utilized his skills as an Agent, Constable, and Connected Man of Society. Even used his family background as cover for his more illicit activities. Sometimes, his old bosses in The Alliance would hire him to act on their behalf, either as a tracker, a hired gun, or someone to keep tabs on questionable personnel. His sense of style doesn’t hurt, either.

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Character Quote: “Isn’t THAT a fine How-Do-You-Do?”
Theme Song:

Alliance Record:
Clear Record (expunged due to services rendered)

Anything Else:

Favorite character is Jayne Cobb, though I have a grudging respect for The Operative (from the movie).

Example of a Character Flaw

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Move him to the cs tab and pm the other members of Retribution to work out relations.