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[hr][b][sup]"Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it,[/sup]
[sub]gnawing and creeping into it, until at last it eats out the very heart and substance of the metal."[/sub][/b][/center][hr]

[color=B60707][u][b]Name[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Aloysius Patroklos Poole[/indent]

[color=B60707][u][b]Age[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]44[/indent]

[color=B60707][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]There are men who are muscular, and then there are men who are so muscular that they are unsightly or even comical. Of the two, Poole is in the latter category. His intimidating height and physique are typically the first thing people notice about Poole -- as the ship's "Security Manager", this is entirely intentional. He has the square, flattened features of a lowlands gorilla, the pockmarked dun skin of a cane toad, and the beard of a chimp. Under his clothes, Poole has remarkably few scars, though he has three tattoos received in prison that the crew have seen; two red rings on his wrists signifying his status as a felon, and a pair of hands in contrition covering his back. Poole wears a golden crucifix and often keeps his hair up with a headband, though he otherwise has voiced a strong distaste for men who accessorize, wear scents, or put more than water in their hair. He prefers muted, baggy clothing under his body armor, and magnet-lined boots for impromptu chases. Because he cannot own a firearm, Poole wears a collapsible wrist-mounted crossbow for ranged combat.[/indent]

[color=B60707][u][b]Traits[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]Red Felon[/b]: For reasons he hasn't divulged, Poole is in the highest, most heinous category of felons. It's not really something you ask a guy about, so he's fielded very few questions about it over the years. When ISSP officers stop the Absolute Magnitude at a checkpoint, it's Poole who sweats bullets, and when the crew has business on Earth, it's Poole who mans the ship. Most suspect that his strangest traits -- his religion, preference for paper books, passion for excercise, and taste for raw Nutri-Flax -- were picked up doing time.

[b]Titanean Martian[/b]: It's uncertain as to whether Poole is from Mars or Saturn, as his answer seems to change depending on the time of day. He's directly said that he was born on Mars, though his grasp of the complex Titanean language hasn't left his crewmates assured of Martian heritage. He frequently tells people he's tall because he's Titanean, which is actually false -- Titanean gravity and lack of sunlight have made them a small, pale people.

[b]Saved[/b]: You would be hard pressed to find someone in the 23rd century more excited about having a Lord and Savior than Poole. Aside from his penchant for scripture and biblical allegories, there is a calm authenticity to Poole's faith in God that leaves most confused, and others outright jealous. Some of the gospel music he listens to is almost a thousand years old, which most find outrageous.[/indent]

[color=B60707][u][b]Strengths[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]Prize-Fighter[/b]: Poole's strength is his literal [i]strength[/i]. He handles shouting, threats, and chaotic violence with an inhuman degree of calmness unique to himself, and seems most in his element in a fight. He isn't trained in any fighting style or martial art, though his apparent imperviousness to physical blows and brute strength make him an extremely capable brawler. Aside from plain fist-fights, during one of the Absolute Magnitude's deals gone wrong he crushed a guy to death by squeezing him. Whether or not this was a one-time thing hasn't been brought up.

[b]Warrior Poet[/b]: Poole isn't the brains of the ship, but he's not a monosyllabic knuckledragger either. Poole is well read -- The first book he'd recommend being [i]The Bible[/i] -- and has an eloquence that separates him from other bounty hunters hired for their muscle. His knowledge of the slang, culture, and social customs of the criminal world make him surprisingly good at gathering information undercover, while his well-spoken manners and humility make him a decent contract negotiator.[/indent]

[color=B60707][u][b]Weaknesses[/b][/u][/color]
[indent][b]Feet of Lead[/b]: Poole is a pretty big guy, and has the problems of flexibility, speed, and mobility typically associated with men of his size. He also smokes like a chimney, eats like a horse, and wears heavy 22nd century body armor. Whoever you are, reading this, you could outrun Poole. If you cannot run, assume your usual method of transportation would save you from Poole for at least thirty feet.

[b]Head of Also Lead[/b]: It is tempting, if the only tool you have is a hammer, to treat everything as if it were a nail, and Poole's hammer is punching things into a warm, red pulp. He is not necessarily quick to anger in the traditional sense, but his reliance on being more powerful than his opponents in close quarters make him skip to violence more often than not. Though he generally acts like a kindly uncle, his felon status mixed with his proclivity for extreme violence (And the juxtaposition this presents with his religious nature) make some a little wary of Poole.

[b]Claustrophobic[/b]: Though he's at least accustomed to the tight conditions aboard the Absolute Magnitude, Poole has repeatedly shown great difficulty with enclosed spaces in the past, and will often refuse to climb through ducts, pipes, or small caverns. He has explained his fears as an association of cramped spaces with being trapped, and a belief of entrapment as an extreme danger.[/indent]