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[u]Name:[/u] Antoine Eadoré

[u]Gender:[/u] Male

[u]Age:[/u] 29

[u]Occupation/Position:[/u] Linguist and medical technician in charge of maintaining cryo beds.

[u]Background:[/u] In movies, in books, sometimes even in the real world, you hear the words 'I didn't sign up for this'. Spoken in fear or disgust, usually by those of the military, it signifies a choice to give up, to refuse to accept whatever situation they have been placed in.

Antoine [i]did[/i] sign up for it, for whatever might be thrown his way. He knew the military was his calling, even before he left his hometown of Saverne to attend the [i]Université Pierre et Marie Curie[/i] in Paris. With a bright mind boasting a keen grasp of languages, and a steady hand adept at both suture and keystroke, Antoine distinguished himself within the university, and found a welcome reception from the French Army upon his graduation. 

It was a marriage to outshine any other, the fresh-out-of-college med-tech distinguishing himself quickly as someone eager and willing to do the hard work that needed to be done. Close to six years he spent in the arms of his country's military, years spent to try and preserve the lives of those around him, brothers all. His tour saw him all across the globe, hours not spent fighting, patching wounds or sleeping occupied with learning and translating language after language as the years went on. It was hard work, it was thankless, unrelenting work, but if you asked him now, Antoine would still say it was some of the best years of his life.

Sadly, however, even good marriages can turn sour. In Antoine's case it came with the Change, with the sudden coming of a threat his beloved military knew now way to counter. It was then that he caught the eye of the lovely young lady that was science, standing guard within The Mountain.

The breakup was dealt with quickly, Antoine wrapping himself within the arms of mad experimentation before the ink had dried on his discharge papers. He eagerly jumped at the offer to learn how to maintain and operate the cryo pods that would preserve his species, and it was without a second's hesitation that he accepted the offer to participate in one of the many studies going on. An attempt to accentuate the gifts in already-gifted persons, the scientists claimed if they succeeded he would be able to learn any language spoken near him faster than one could believe. 

And it worked! The experiment, the drugs did all they had been promised to do and more! The intricacies of language, already easy for him to grasp, were rendered so very simple to him now. How perfect it was for the job he would need to perform on the [i]Copernicus[/i], and with the afterglow of time spent with his new mistress still fresh in his mind... how could things get anything but better?