[hider=Janitor Dickens]
Name: Harold Dickins.

Age: 385.

Sex: Male.

ID: [img]https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source=images&cd=&ved=2ahUKEwjd-fH3zfziAhUvCjQIHT7iBKcQjRx6BAgBEAU&url=https%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FJanitor_(Scrubs)&psig=AOvVaw0_V7We8-L4ziMwJ-IgaJzz&ust=1561276390248575[/img]

Appearance: 

White male with dull brown, unkempt brown hair. He is surprisingly well muscled for a janitor as whenever he is not cleaning he is attaching buckets of cleaning fluid to the side of his space mop and bench pressing it. His brown eyes are a match for his hair in their dull, dead appearance. Short and stocky with a height of 5'6".

Recommendations Officers Personality Observations: 

Report from Space Station 31 psychologist Michael Reeves:

He won't stop. We can't kept him to stop cleaning. It was useful at first, the man stopped a cult by washing away all their iconography, but after half of the military team was killed due to him polishing the airlock button for 4th time in an hour we began to realize the problem. I tried to sit down with him to talk about his cleaning problem, but he began to polish my scalp as I asked him about it. I tried to continue questioning through it but he kept interrupting my questions with remarks about my hygiene. It only got worse and worse. We lost Dr. John and all of Section A-3 after he slipped on a wet floor and went sliding into the munitions room, knocking over a grenade and causing the explosive material to fall into a puddle of cleaning chemicals which reacted causing an explosion that depressurized Section A-3, along with all the security and military personnel left aboard the ship. The man is obsessive with his cleaning, no matter what stands in his way. Quartermaster Douglas tried to stop him, but he was found dead in the bathrooms after having an allergic reaction to the air freshener Janitor Dickens sprayed. The O2 periodically switched on and off as he cleans the switch periodically every two hours. I timed this message immediately after one of the power outages caused by him entering the reactor to clean away the radioactive materials. Despite the extremely hazardous environment he always seems unharmed. Please I beg of you, send him anywhere, send him to the null sector for all I care, but get him off this station! I'm the only crew member left because I barricaded myself in quarantine. Oh no. He got the door open. I can hear the sloshing of the cleaning chemicals and the squeak of his boots. Send already damn it!

Traits: 

Clean freak.

Apathetic.

Intimidating.

Your Agreed Contract:

In order for you to fulfill your responsibilities to the party within the depths of space you are hereby to receive a weekly supply of rations with a class of a C- anti-aging compound mixed within.

You will receive a class C (bare minimum) training for your intended role upon the ship.

You hereby acknowledge that refusing this contract will incur a fine of roughly 32 million liquid currency in accordance with the penalty of wasting party time. You also hereby that dying or failing to fulfill the duties given to you by the time your work contract ends will apply this fine to yourself, or if you die, to your next of kin.

Remember: Exceptional service may get you potential application as a party member!

Remember: Poor performance may be realized as improper commitment of applied duty and you will be billed for your lodgings, rations, equipment, medical services, air, gravity, power usage and human on human contact.

You [HAROLD DICKENS] agree to the terms and conditions of this contract and will fulfill as the ship's [JANITOR] until your 100 years of commitment is complete. 

Disclaimer: the authority has the right to decrease or increase the commitment years of this contract as they see fit.

[Personal Relationships]

Michael the Mop.

Package:Box of Crap 25 PP
[/hider]