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[b][i]Richtofen Von Ludwig[/i][/b]


[b]Gender[/b]
 Male


[b]Age[/b]
52


[b]Appearance[/b]
 A modestly built pale skin man that stands at an even seven foot. His hair is close cropped and loosely styled, his face accented by a small pair of glasses that do little to hide his steely eyes.

As opposed to the standard jumpsuits that are common amongst crew, he wears a rather antiquated suit and tie, covered with a pure white lab coat that is generally buttoned shut.


[b]Personality[/b]
 Richtofen is, in few words, quiet. A deeply contemplative man with trouble truly connecting to people personally, almost always stuck seeing them as a patient. Looking over ever person with a critiquing eye hoping to catch some twitch or bump before it presents some deeper issue.

In contrast, many people enjoy talking to the stoic man. Perhaps seeing his ability to genuinely listen to them.

[b]Role[/b]
He is the [b]Chief Medical Officer[/b]. The man who will keep the crew healthy and together…physically.
He is not responsible if you go insane or get atomized.


[b]Skills[/b]
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[*] [b]Medical Diagnostics[/b] - A skill expected for many medical professionals, but sorely lacking in most. Richtofen has spend decades using the most advanced tools and the most basic or primitive analysis to figure out what is wrong.
[*] [b]Triage[/b] - To be able to preserve someone until they can receive proper medical care. Something any Medic can do, but few doctors can. The art of being able to keep a man missing all their limps and with 40% of their body covered in burns alive with two sticks and a rock until they can get into a Hospital.
[*] [b]Surgeon[/b] - Rather simple all things considered. He can do surgery by hand, not even needing all that fancy equipment. Just a good old scalpel and headlamp. 
[*] [b]Experimental Medicine[/b]- Something that not many Doctors would be willing to do, but as one who is experienced with dealing with dieses strange and uncatalogued requires one to often create mixtures on the spot that many would say need unneeded years of tests. Often, one does not have such time when ones organs melt through their ears.
[*] [b]Prostatic Mechanic[/b]- The One skill Richtofen genuinely did not like having to learn in order to get his first medical degree. His craft is rudimentary, but his patients will never have an issue with such things like improper nerve connections or any other sort of interface issues. Just don't ask him to make it sleek and modern.
[*] [b]Ornithologist[/b]- Has the unerring knowledge of birds. Not just earth birds, or the ones on one or two planets, but seemingly all of them.
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[b]Personal Belongings[/b]
[List]
[*] A plethora of Suits and other unregulated clothing
[*] Far too many medical texts
[*] Far to many Medical Degrees
[*] A record player and its complement of records

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[b]Background[/b]
 There are few in the Medical Communities of earth who do not recognize the name of Richtofen Von Ludwig and his accolades.

He broke records in how early he got a medical degree, then broke another in how many he got. On paper, he was the doctor many would aspire to. A man who got accolade after accolade, and then threw it all away.

In his thirties he left his Prestigious position and took a job in a small teaching hospital. In truth, he was a man who was tired of simply earning knowledge and not applying it. Of sitting in an office with a wallpaper of his education and no true thing to show for it except a few vetoed policies that had little effect either way. So he taught, and took the cases many claimed were impossible. Spending days vexing his former colleagues in the boards and the high echelons of society by 'wasting skills better used on the savable'. 

Posh idiots, the lot of them.

Perhaps that is why he accepted the invitation on board the Pathfinder? To get away from those who pester his every move? Perhaps, but he would also like to be on the frontlines of whatever new issues such deeply unexplored space presents. Right there to create a fix and prepare for those who come next.

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