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Name: Nikola Quirke, 'Gentleman, Adventurer, Inventor' (Pronounced: Quirk) 
Title: N/A 
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/theorder1886/images/d/d9/RossDenyer-as-Nikola-Tesla-TheOrder-1886.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150105225334]Nikola[/url]

Facial appearance:  

Armor: His armor consists of a collared chest plate, brassy in color with a rubber interior. On the back of his armor, secured around his waist by a belt is a leather satchel containing a battery pack, a wire from said pack leads up the back of the armor and around the collar, connected to the metal surface of the chest plate by vacuum tube arrays, one positioned on the lower back and two over the shoulder blades; these vacuum tubes are encased in brass cages to protect them from damage in a gun fight. The way the army works is right before a projectile impacts the surface of the armor, an electrical field activates due to the presence of nearby metal and prevents the projectile making contact. The electric field can only work for a few shots before it needs to recharge, thus rendering the chest plate a standard piece of armor. 

Clothing: When not wearing his armor, Nikola indulges in the finer clothing that comes with being the ship's resident handyman; An old, red suit-vest with many, many patches, underneath said suit-vest he wears an off white shirt and around it's collar a blue neck tie (in the style of the one in the picture). On his legs he wears a simple pair of grey trousers and brown boots with magnetic discs beneath, giving him excellent stability on the decks, walls and ceilings of the vessel. Over his attire he wears a white apron with many pockets in the front where he deposits his tools and notebook. Atop his head he wears a white bandana, on top which is a pair of green lensed goggles.

Weapons: [url=http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140212203908/swrpg/images/2/2c/Steampunk_Revolver_by_Airesyll.jpg]'Buck Kick' T-9 Revolver, modified to fire electric bullets.[/url]

Miscellaneous items: 

-Jotter: His personal notebook of scribbles, notes, diagrams and annotations. When not at his table tinkering, or in the engine room running maintenance, he can be seen penning things down in that little book of his and even when he is doing the prior mentioned he finds time to jot.

-Pocket of Ferret Nibbles: Hand made food for his ferret, it consists of breadcrumbs made soggy in soup and left to dry on his windowsill, he is occasionally seen feeding them to his pet and sometimes feeding them to himself.

Biography: Born some time in mid [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Republican_Calendar]Pluviôse[/url], Nikola never had the had the good life. Nikola was initially brought into the world stillborn; during his transportation to the morgue however, he woke up screaming and wailing but otherwise completely healthy. He was taken home soon afterwards, home being a cramped apartment on an island of tenement buildings and smokey factories. Most of his childhood was spent in the dirty, tiny apartment that was his life and most of that time was spent lying on the floor and looking at the cracked display of a broken radio.

When he must have been nine or ten a sudden epiphany struck him, it was a small wrapped box knocking him in the back of the head. Turing around to see where the offensive missile came form, he found the tired smile of his father entering the apartment, "happy birthday Nikola.." he mumbled before heading off to his room to collapse on the mattress. Nikola looked down at the wrapped parcel and began unwrapping it's brown paper skin; inside was a black plastic case with a see-through cover. The case was filled with small screwdrivers and a wrench kit, he furrowed his brows for a moment then turned to the radio. It was time.

Nikola spent three days on the radio, cooped up in his room under the stairs, working by the hot light of his desk lamp. On the third day he put the back panel back on and with fingers crossed flicked the power nob. The display flickered to life, then died, then the entire radio exploded in a shower of sparks. 

6 years later he found himself in the middle of adolescence and jumping from job to job with no success at holding one down, he was constantly being submitted into factories as a repairman and constantly fired for being found tinkering with the machines, though in truth he was making them better. So there he was, out on his ass again with no job and aging parents; in a huff he wondered the streets, his only companion Dorkface scurrying around his body before resting on Nikola's shoulder. He soon found himself walking down an air dock in some ramshackle (well more then normal) part of town, grumbling to himself and kicking a can down the pier. The smell of oil and ionized gas soon filled his nose, looking up he saw the inner workings of the most beautiful engine he had ever seen. 

It was attached to 'The Crimson Dusicyon'.

Nikola ascended a set of scaffolding that lead up towards the engine, it creaked and groaned as he climbed but once at the top he was entranced. It was like looking up at the ceiling of a cathedral, a cathedral that was an engine and it was glorious; however upon closer inspection he found that it was plagued with problems. Locking round to see if anyone was nearby, he dived right in and began working on it, soon enough though he was disturbed from his deep, technical intercourse. Nikola was yanked out of his mechanical stupor by a gruff looking man, he appeared as if he were about to yell before he looked up and found everything in order and even some stuff improved upon.

"Say.. Did you do this kid?" he asked a bit confused, Nikola nodded excessively, keeping his mouth shut to prevent his 'eep' from escaping, "very good," said the man with a nod of appreciation, "I could use someone like you," he looked down at the cowering boy, "well maybe when you're a bit older, keep practicing though, we might just dock here again and I'd like to see how you'll along." with that the man let him go and he scrambled back down the scaffold.

Sure enough, 7 years later, the ship came back and Nikola was quick to get to he air dock, a young man in his early twenties itching for excitement... And the company of those luscious machines. He went straight to the Gruff man, ironically named Grufman and asked if there was any space for him.

There was.

Nikola found himself living on a gantry hanging above the engine room, it was unpleasant to start with but after a few years he's turned that strip of catwalk into a little home for himself, installing a few shelfs and dragging down an old mattress. He was content, showing the ship's machines much love and attention and tinkering around with small inventions.


Extra: 
-A pet ferret by the name of [url=http://www.independent.co.uk/migration_catalog/article5100946.ece/alternates/w620/ferret.jpeg]Dorkface[/url].
-Speaks in a slavic accent.

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