Player Name: FrozenEcstasy
Character Name: Gerald DuPonte
Character Age: 33
Character Gender: Male
Profession: Psychotherapist/ Crisis Management Officer
Nationality: What's in a nationality anyway? Should be a feckin' confederate but there's a reason I'm not one now ain't they? I guess I'm Nagasaki if you wanna get technical when birthplace is concerned, but I hitched a ride with some Armani before and went to school over in the Federation areas, I don't consider myself anything to be quite honest. Nothing except for French, but that's not really a place anymore is it?
Strengths:Let's see, I'm brave, strong, and heroic, pretty good looking, and a ravenous monster in bed. Do I sound good yet? No? Okay... That's fine. But, if I were to be quite, brutally honest about myself lemme see what I can muster up here. I am... Brave and.... I can kill your average grown man in a couple of seconds if I wanted to... with my bare hands.
Pretty much I'm p-cool with a lot of shit. I can cook really well, I play the Violin, I have a doctorate in Clinical Psychology, I'm certified in hypnotherapy, I'm trained in Systema (A martial art!), I'm a deadeye with a gun, trained in crisis management... which means I'm level headed. Also rather funny... I can dissect your entire personality in just an hour, I'm level-headed in times of stress.... Erm...
Weaknesses:I am God! I have no weaknesses!
That was a lie, I'm not a God, unless God was one of us... just a slob like one of us... Ahem.
Alright now listen, I'm a psychologist... my nack for self-awareness is unparalleled by many people without the proper schooling. This is both a good thing in a bad thing. Good thing is I can tell when I'm being a social pariah, bad thing is I can tell when I'm being a social pariah. As smart as I am, I'm also weird, a little rodwy, and kinda hard to get used to. I'm my own worst enemy in that regards, and quite a few people wanna get around me.
Therefore, whoop-di-doo, inner demons and whatnot, I have depression. As great as I am (haha) I suffer from crippling depression at times, and can barely get out of bed. It's a struggle, yeah, but I get through it by making sure other people don't have trouble with it. It's kind of a good deal don't you think?
Physically though, I have bad knees... That's enough to get me killed in the wrong place and time.
Personal Effects:Let's see... what do I got in my room... I got a massive desktop computer loaded with any sort of music you could think of from back home, all sorts of languages too... I have old school J-Pop if that's the kinda shit that tickles yer jimmies, or you can have some nice old Bach, I don't honestly care which. I think I also have some video games in that hunk of junk... Plenty of Mario for you retro babies. To be quite honest I don't know if I have anything that isn't stored in that thing. Do you know how hard it was to gather all that culture before blasting off into space? I had to do it while going to school and specifically learning how to beat the shit out of people... So. Much. Digging.
...Yes, I went into space with a desktop computer as my only souvenir of home, my priorities are out of orders
Bio: WIP
Code Word: PINEAPPLES
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