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[hr][color=lightgray][b]“No matter what a waste one has made of one's life, it is ever possible to find some path to redemption, however partial.”[/b][/color][/center][hr]

[color=black][u][b]Name[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Aloysius [i]Poole[/i] Eliopoulos has gone by his middle name for nearly decade.[/indent]

[color=black][u][b]Appearance[/b][/u][/color]
[indent]Poole is in his fifties, though a quiet sense of embarrassment has lead to him going to great lengths to keep his exact age hidden from his colleagues. A decade ago, he was too old to be one of the criminals, and a decade from now, he'll be too old to catch them. He's had seven birthdays aboard the Magnitude, so the crew knows he's at least seven. His hair is not completely white, but it [i]is[/i] quite gray. His arms are not flabby and soft, but they are [i]not[/i] as strong as they once were. He hasn't started wearing glasses to see, but he [i]has[/i] started wearing them to read. Like his age, the specifics of Poole's body are something of a mystery given that he is perpetually long-sleeved and averse to partial nudity in all of its forms, though it's clear that Poole has the type of muscularity that can only be obtained in a prison yard. Even in the hottest weather, Poole is not seen without a crewneck sweater, coat, or button-down shirt. He is arguably the snappiest dresser of the crew, usually wearing a pressed white overcoat on most outings. He prefers warm, friendly colors, and is often teased for the old-fashioned nature of his fashion choices.[/indent]

[hider=Red Felon Registry - Aloysius Poole - Identifiable Features]𝐀𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟒𝟓𝟎, 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.

𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝟒) 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 (𝟕) 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬:

- 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞
- 𝐊𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥
- 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝟐.𝟓 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥
- 𝐇𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝟒.𝟎 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥
- 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦 (𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬)
- [abbr=Quia in inferno nulla est redemptio]𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬[/abbr] (𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)
- [abbr=108]𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭[/abbr] (𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠-𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)
- 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐩 (𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬)
- 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐦
- 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 (𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 [abbr=View additional information on Red Felon Database - Subject History]𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬[/abbr] 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠)
- [abbr=Better You Than Me]𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥[/abbr][/hider]

[color=black][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. He's not some Green Felon who's shot a man, or a Yellow Felon who's shot five, or even an Orange Felon who's mowed down a few dozen. He's a [i]Red Felon[/i], a rank so rare that the Magnitude has not faced a Red during its decade-long tenure. It's outright [i]difficult[/i] to find someone with the psychological capacity for the acts necessary to be labeled a Red Felon, but somehow, the Absolute Magnitude's own Poole has just such a predisposition. Considering that Poole is the cheeriest member, known to the crew for his home-cooked meals, boisterous laugh, and campfire songs, this is a disturbingly constant detail about Poole to bear in mind as a crewmate; He cannot visit Earth, he cannot possess a firearm, he cannot fully use Tesseract, and he [i]cannot[/i] be asked about his past.

[b]Titanean[/b]: Poole was born on Titan, the interstellar equivalent to being from rural Russia. It is primitive, harsh, and the farthest away from anything that a place could be. Whereas Martian crime is calculative and Venusean crime is rampant, Titanean crime is vicious. Titan is a tiny planet with an economy fueled by a single prison and a mining company, with subarctic blizzards nearly every day. Its denizens are two days of flying in a spacecraft from the nearest ISSP agent, leading to a culture of distrust in government authority and some of the most infamously brutal criminals in the solar system, from Jackhammer James Mander to Lucy Starhopp.

[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 is kind of ridiculous, though nobody in the crew has dared shut it off yet. His preachy vibes are just another part of his personality the crew pays no mind to.[/indent]

[color=black][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. It sounded awful. Like many things the crew knows about Poole, this has never 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 the [i]Good[/i] Book -- 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 when he's not dressing like a canary-colored gumshoe, while his well-spoken manners and humility make him a decent contract negotiator.[/indent]

[color=black][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 is in his [i]fifties[/i]. Whoever you are, reading this, [i]you[/i] could outrun Poole. If you cannot run, assume your usual method of transportation would save you from Poole for at least fifty 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, high-lipid 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 lethal violence (And the juxtaposition this presents with his strongly 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. Psychologically speaking, this is not surprising for someone who has spent twenty years in Titanean prison.[/indent]