Name: Jahosafat Wells Moreau
Aliases: Jumping Jahosafat, Jo, Commander, Dr. Moreau
Age: 38
Birthday: November 12
Ethnicity: African
Birth Planet: Farraday
Allegiance: Alliance
Starting Location: Persephone
Gender: Male
Occupation: Research
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 182lbs
Build: Athletics
Eyes: Chocolate
Hair: Ebony - with a touch of silver
Skin Tone: Sienna with cool undertones
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Ears pierced
Personal Style: Nothing is too good for enigmatic Doctor Moreau when it comes to his wardrobe. Some may say he dresses like a high class dandy but it doesn't phase him. Tailored suits, fitted satin vests, cuff-links, and more are just the start. It doesn't matter the job he is doing the man dresses to the nines at all times.
He keeps his hair cropped short and clean lines at all times but his facial hair can vary depending on the day. Clean shaven or five day shadow, doesn't matter to him. It is just whatever feels best at the time. (Currently he is sporting a
No-So-Tight-Boxed) Studs or small loops are usually worn in his ears; nothing ostentatious but classy. Shoes are always shinned to a high gloss. (That even means rubber trim, he wants to look sharp) If his clothing gets damaged he won't be happy but that's why he carries back up outfits. One can never be too careful.
Charming * Sarcastic * Fun-Loving * Classist * Vivacious * Arrogant
Sexuality: Metrosexual
Relationship Status: No strings attached
Personality: A man of class and refinement served with a double shot of brashness is probably the easiest way to describe Jahosafat. A charming man with a love for life and enjoying himself, even at the expense of others. He isn't cruel but he is a classist and believes that one should be with their own kind. (At least refinement wise.) Perhaps not as judgemental as some but he can look down his nose at those he feels are beneath him. His arrogance and sarcasm only add to this air that hovers around him but a quick wit can usually put people at ease.
When it comes to work, he takes far too much enjoyment in some aspects of it. Driven and focused to the task at hand, his mind is constantly working to figure things out. A perfectionist on all levels, this can leave him a bit short tempered at times, which can be seen in his mannerisms and heard in his words. Yet he is as quick to calm down as he is to anger and once a situation is over, he is done with it. Always looking forward to what is next.
Habits:- Over animated looks/expressions
- Bobbing his head
Hobbies:Fears:- Ophidiophobia - Slithering mutha fuckers, just ain't right
- Arachnophobia - Creepy crawling ingrates
- Loss of Status
Likes:- Dancing
- Singing/Rapping
- Looking all that and then some
- Joking around
- His job
- People
Dislikes:- Untouchables
- Shoes getting dirty
- Clothing getting messed up
- People who get in the way of his work
- His scars
- Hat getting dented
General Skills:- Life Sciences
- Social Sciences
- Athletics
- Carouse
- Melee
- Gun Combat
- Investigate
- Medical
- Physical Sciences
Specialty Skills:- Bio (Life Sciences)
- Genetics (Life Sciences)
- Chemistry (Physical Sciences)
- Psych (Social Sciences)
- Slug Pistol (Gun Combat)
What Is On Your Person:- Clothing - Black tailored suit with oyster buttons, satin silver vest, black and white silken tie, gold cuff-links with his initials on them, black snake skin cowboy boots (Shiny), Ebony John Bull Top Hat
- Jewelry - Pocket Watch, small gold loop earrings, gold snake rope chain (thin)
- Wallet - ID, pictures of home, credits, credentials, key, tinted non-prescription glasses
- Medical Bag
- Various Research Files (In Bag)
- Scalpel Set (In Bag)
- Personal Music Player
- Ruger Mark II 22/45
- Ruger Mark II 22/45
- Belt with double quick draw hip holsters
- Gift From An Old Friend
Quarters:
- Extensive Wardrobe
- Larger Shoe Collection
- Even Larger Hat Collection
- Jewelry - Earrings, cuff-links, necklaces, pocket watches, etc
- Psychology Books
- Medical Journals
- Rest Of His Research Files (In hope chest)
- Extra Ammo
- Locked Hope Chest
- Crate of fresh fruit
- Tin of wrapped candies
The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: I was born to wealth and privilege, a class bred like Thoroughbred Horses, why would I ever leave? With the Alliance I am able to maintain the type of life that I am accustomed to without having to fret about the untouchables and mingling is on my turf. Sure, slumming it can be an enjoyable experience but it isn't where one wishes to hang their hat at the end of the day, especially not one that cost more than the slum itself. History: Jahosafat was born to a wealthy medical family on the moon of Farraday and given everything a child could imagine. While he needed nothing, he wanted everything and his parents gave into every whim and desire; much to his enjoyment. Yet much was expected of him as well. Parentals that instilled that the harder he played the harder he had to work. So he did and excelled in his studies, no prodigy but willing to put in the time and effort to feed his inquisitive mind.
As he grew up, the future Dr. Moreau had few friends though. A life outside of the core for the elite left few to rub elbows with that would understand the
hardships that came with wealth and status. Yet, there was one. A young man a few years his junior and one that seemed to share the same love of the finer things in life that Jahosafat did,
Fucking Foy. The two, while learning their own trades, caused plenty of havoc during their junior years. Though life being stuck outside of the core was not what DM wanted and he quickly joined the Alliance Military; because of family connections he was quickly moved through the ranks.
Jahosafat though did not crave the ways of a death dealer as much as his friend and went with what he was good with. Medical personnel, but between his classist nature and constant flirting with patients it was decided to transfer him from Medical to Research. The lack of oaths to follow and freedom allowed was everything he could have asked for. Developing everything from Bioweapons to new Vaccines for terraformed planets and moons; each of which had their own issues.
He served long enough to climb to the rank of Commander before retiring and taking on a private contract with a Research Facility on Persephone. The perfect place for him to work and party; to which he has done much of both over the years. The Company has been trying to get him to get his hands dirty by taking on a contract with the Alliance to work on research concerning Reavers. Something he has turned down the last three years. That was until he received word from his dear mother that an old friend was working on a ship docked for repairs on the planet. A few calls and his bags were packed. Time to say hello.
Character Quote: - The Difference between you and me is I make this look good.
- Never drum on a white lady's boobies at a big redneck dance.
- This definitely rates a 9.0 on my weird shit O-Meter.
Theme Song: Alliance Record: Records don't exist for those that reveal their truths.
Anything Else: - The Fallen Seraphim
- Dr. Mathias for this character
- Was given his nickname Jumping Jahosafat because of the way he jumped high while excited when he was younger.
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