[hider=Mason Daniels, Medical]

[center][color=00b6d6][b]Name, Position and Age:[/b][/color][/center]
Mason G. Daniels, Medic, 30
1 Month on the I.S.S. Prize

[center][color=00b6d6][b]Species and Appearance: [/b][/color][/center]
Well, why not Human? He looks mostly average when it comes to body type, and build. He is not athletic, but is fit and can be surprisingly fast. He has pale skin tone, black hair, and green eyes. He doesn’t have any piercings or tattoos. His hair is short, but not quite like a military cut. He has a cow lick. His is about 5’5” tall. 

[center][color=00b6d6][b]Bio and Personality: [/b][/color][/center]
Born in 2374, Mason lived most of his life in the good ol’ United States. He was a part of a god-fearing family and he became feeling smothered by it. When he grew old enough, he moved out of the bible belt and took up residence in Nevada. He was able to apply for medical school there and it was the perfect excuse to leave. Nevada was just far enough away from his parents, while not having to pay the exorbitant cost of living in California.

He made the choice to move from faith and more towards science mainly out of spite for his science hating family. But that wasn’t all. He was genuinely fascinated with how the human body worked, and that was only compounded when he came to studying the physiology of nonhumans. Much like was able to in his school days, Mason passed medical school near the top of his class, learning the latest medical technologies that could have made most support staff unnecessary. At least if they weren’t so expensive to make.

As soon as he graduated medical school, he joined the space program, and started as a medic for their space fleets. Despite his questionable joy when it came to odd injuries, he was good at his job, and most patients left his office feeling well within a short period.

He likes his job, but not in the ways you’d expect. While he can patch someone up when they get injured, he takes a lot of pleasure in seeing what was injured and how. A broken bone from a skiing accident would bore him, but a shattered leg from a life and death wrestling match with an anaconda would be much more interesting. Likewise, the more bizarre the injury, the more he’ll take an interest in the patient. Most of the time he’ll get the job done and done right. However, if you show up with a bizarre injury and a story to tell, you’d get exceptional treatment.

He is excitable, and eager. Like to get his hands dirty. Some times literally as his office can be cluttered most of the time. At least he knows where everything is in it. While he treats physical damage most of the time, he has knowledge in virus and bacterial infections to treat the more common ones, and enough insight to help figure out anything else.
Also, he absolutely loves dealing with otherworldly beings. While there are too many species, and his focus was medical school for humans, he has taken several one off courses that go over alien anatomy and is always studying on his own in his down time.

[center][color=00b6d6][b]Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools: [/b][/color][/center]
Tools include a scalpel, stethoscope, and several syringes filled with different numbing agents.
Whatever tools that would be supplied in the med bay. He can operate all of the medical equipment he’d have access to including imaging technology, and robotic assistance.
Despite not being athletic, he can run for a surprising long time.
He is enamored by alien physiology and will want to study any new species he’s never seen before.
He is a decent shot with a rifle, not military worthy, but enough to defend himself.
Lots of stamina, zero physical strength and will lose in anything requiring intense muscle work.

[center][color=00b6d6][b]Miscellaneous Info: [/b][/color][/center]
Likes crazy injury. If not injured spectacularly, then you might as well not be injured at all.
If you’re not human at all, then you’d always get the best treatment he’d have to offer.
He hates spicy, sweet, bitter, and salty foods. Most of anything he cooks taste bland, but he loves it that way. The exception is he eats sour like candy. 
His favorite color is blue.
He doesn’t care for what music he’s listening to. He could have a playlist with pop, metal, classical, and profanity heavy rap without a care in the world.


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Not quite sure how far medical technology has come, but here is my character.