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Let us have a moment of silence for another fellow rp lost to the bios of despair

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Dr. Straniero [+]

Name: Felix Lux Straniero
Gender: Male
Furry Species: Coyote

Height: 5’8"
Weight: 127 lbs

Biography: Felix Lux Straniero hails from a far off domed city that very clearly was not content with the present levels of lethality and despair found on this toxic world. Interstate violence, previously near inconceivable with the incredible distances and dangers that span between the domed cities, found new vigour thanks to the work of Dr. Felix Straniero. Dr. Straniero, an aerospace engineer, was put at the helm of a government project to create a “forward defence ballistic missile system.” This system was employed to violently purge particularly large nests of monsters from afar utilizing the latest in missile technology. This was to be the first phase of a plan that ultimately hoped for a cleansing, detoxifying and settlement of the previously uninhabitable wilderness.

It was an expensive endeavour, one which never quite justified its costliness. A series of missile silos were built as an extension of the domed city, and were used to strike at these creature colonies with a variety of warheads. The most successful of these was his A-5 warhead, which was designed to, upon detonation, release chemicals that violently react to those that constitute the atmosphere and yield a maelstrom of incineration. The A-5 warheads were used to great effect to smoke out many monster lairs.

However, the wasteland’s lifeforms, as they soon discovered, make their homes much deeper into the earth than they realized, and are able multiply much more rapidly than expected. While great swathes of the creatures could be exterminated, it was simply not killing enough of them to render colonization viable. Thus the project was, for a time, frozen.

This came to an end when his city-state’s government found itself exchanging blows with a belligerent neighbor, who had repeatedly tried to strong-arm them into many unfavourable deals and treaties through threats and other coercion. Relations hit an all-time low when these adversaries were implicated in a terrorist bombing of a major residential era. Deciding enough was enough, Dr. Straniero’s benefactors put him to work once more. His efforts culminated in the A-15 “Dome Buster” missile. This weapon was designed to first breach the protective casing of a city, then act like an enlarged A-5, essentially turning a targeted domed city into a massive oven. It worked, and their far-off foes were completely annihilated.

Far from being horrified by the execution of his plans, Dr. Straniero was enthralled. He became addicted to his dreams of ever greater destruction. However, through so thoroughly exterminating their foe, he had also at the same time killed his own career: there was no one who dared threaten his city-state now. Further development of his warheads was deemed unnecessary, and the stockpile of A-15s exceeded their expected need. Indeed, some fearfully believe (although erroneously) that they have amassed enough to strike every city on the planet at least once.

Finding his fantasies stymied by seemingly unbreakable peace, Dr. Straniero made his getaway. He donned a hazmat suit, took a briefcase of his notes, hijacked a wasteland rover, and began his search for more clients. His previous employers, as much as they would have liked to, could not track him. With his disappearing into the wasteland, they had only slim prospects of ever catching up with him. This doomsday door-to-door salesman has brought himself to the Watering Hole as part of his latest pitch, where he has arranged a meeting with a particularly interested customer.

Personality: Ironically, Dr. Straniero was first driven by compassion; he genuinely wished to help the race ascend to a new home among the stars, leaving this nightmarish one behind. His rockets were originally intended for an exodus, not extermination. However, residing within his mind were aspects of his younger self. Said younger self found great delight in devising new ways to crush, incinerate, gas, drown, and generally erase entire hives of insects wherever he found them.

Now into adulthood, Dr. Straniero has found himself bigger ants befitting ever bigger magnifying glasses. His old dream of being a saviour to the race died long ago with the realization that it would take centuries for the planet to rebuild itself in such a way where space colonization would be even a faint possibility. Even if the prerequisite material conditions existed, he reasoned, the world would always be too divided and hateful of one another to collaborate in the way required for their very salvation.

Long abandoning any serious stakes in the world and its fate, the Dr. Straniero of today is a free, happy man. He is content living for no purpose but to stomp ever bigger anthills into nothingness. He has no shortage of those who seek his tools of destruction for themselves, and he’s always happy to meet new customers.

With his pleasant, straightforward demeanor, it would be impossible to recognize this as a man responsible for the deaths of thousands of people. He has few worries, knowing that no matter what happens, his tools will continue to exist and be developed upon even after his passing from this world – in other words, his legacy is already cemented.

He is an irrepressible enthusiast for his line of work, and he often finds himself talking about his creations with shiny-eyed wonder. Given the grisly realities of what his creations actually do, some understandably find this a tad strange.

He is readily embarrassed when confronted by the rare few who are aware of his many failures that in fact outnumber his successes. Failures to launch, missiles exploding while still in the silo, and rockets breaking apart mid-air. All of these errors and more have bedevilled his many projects over his years.

Inventory (Insert your Equipment here too):
- Handy dandy briefcase with all (?) of his notes. It’s, of course, locked. Not only does it take two keys, but these two keys are only pre-requisite to allow manipulation of the six-digit code dial that truly keeps it shut. He’s, understandably, protective.
- Gasmask.
- Fancy dark green peacoat and tie.
- Oh, and, all the stuff you’d expect like pants and shoes and socks as well, of course.
- Can’t go around half or even full starkers, y’know.
- A handgun. Nothing fancy, just for self-defence.
- His high-grade sunglasses. He habitually keeps them on his person. Even when he isn’t wearing them, he’s prone to gesticulating with them in hand while explaining things, and also tends to chew their tips when thinking.


Other:
Theme Song.
Hey look, another one!

John when given the choice between money and a girl

@FallenTrinity
*Kissy faces*
~3o

@Kafka Komedy

Maxxy is going to be confused as hell as to why he's on the phone talking nonesense

@FallenTrinity
Ehem...
Sounds rad.