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Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Stone Household - Stand Firm Before the Tide...!
Night

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For the second time of the night, Darius had been sent flying back like a sandbag, tumbling across the street, zanpakuto braced against his forearm if only to keep it from impaling him in that wild sprawl. He didn't even get the comfort of rolling for the last few feet, his momentum slowed just enough to turn the final stretch into a slide that left his arms and knees with a nasty case of road rash. He was left huddled over, groaning and questioning the wisdom of getting back up for round three. He wanted to lap back down and take a nap, more than anything else; But there were people here more important than his rest, people to protect, no matter how badly he got thrashed in the process. He was just struggling to his knees when he heard the door, gaze snapping around, wide with concern, to behold his wife stepping outside.

She looked for him... And the Hollow looked at her. Pain didn't matter. Stiffness in his joints, just an inconvenience, to be ignored, pushed through, as he got his legs back under him. He didn't understand how he covered the the gap to put himself between the Hollow's rising arm and the woman who held his heart so close- A flash of movement, a blur as he raised his zanpakuto in a feeble defense. Steadfast, in the face of crushing power.

Then time crawled, and he was brought somewhere else, to hear that voice like bells once more, resonating in his bones. Words spoken, in this strange world of phantom battle- And the words that hadn't been spoken yet, filling his mind with a certainty of purpose, a surety of correctness. How had he not heard this knight before, when it shouted so loudly, proclaimed itself, ready to take up arms in defense, eternal? Turning to face the phantoms that charged the bridge, he raised his arm, the world flickering around him. A charging battleline- A rearing Hollow. Fields, a bridge- His own front porch. Two battles, and a single purpose.

We fight as one... Stand firm before the tide, KENGOUOU!

That plane of his soul faded entirely, as the real world snapped back into sharp focus, time lurching back into proper pace. The Hollow's arm came down with force fit to crush buildings, and with the peal of a great bell, met a wall it couldn't so much as scratch. Rebounding back with enough force to make it stumble, the Hollow was confronted by the upraised shield of Kengouou, a vast ripple of light and spirit energy radiating out from the point of impact, fading with the thunderous ring of the bell. The sidewalk had crumbled under Darius' feet, a small crater in his lawn from the strike that had driven him downwards, but his legs didn't fold, his back didn't shatter. He felt strong enough to tackle a tank, sturdy enough to survive one's blast...

And pissed enough to rip one apart.

He followed the Hollow's backwards stumble at a slow walk, jaw set, shield held forward and ready. One more flailing strike, and another, taken against the face of Kengouou, sent reeling back each time, before he stepped in close to drive the top edge of the shield up under the Hollow's chin, an uppercut like a cannon blast to force the thing to look to the sky. Darius leaped after it, feeling as if he could float there, for a moment, outlined by the roof of his home, the starry sky beyond it- A domain to protect, as he brought the angled point of Kengouou's base down on the Hollow's upraised mask, intent on driving its skull down into the pavement and seeing the damned creature dissolve into nothing.

Once the deed was done, he stood straight, letting his head loll back, breath rising above him in silvery mist as he let it out in a long sigh. He felt... Good. He was overflowing with Reiryoku, the aches and pains of his injuries seeping away while strength flooded him, all pouring into that heavy silver shield on his arm and back again, a self feeding loop. He knew, the way he had known that name, that he would stand out like a beacon now, to anything with the sensitivity to feel that spiritual pressure. All the better, to keep the attention of things on him, and off of his companions.

Slowly, he let his head roll to lay his eyes on Aiko. She had called his name... Could she see him, like this? Pick him out from the blurs and shadows? He favored her with an almost guilty smile, shoulders rising in a shrug, whether she could see and hear him or not.

"Sorry, Aiko. Retirement just didn't suit me, I guess."

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Stone Household - Lurking Shadows!
Night

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For such a lumbering beast of a thing, the Hollow was quick enough to hit him, and hit him hard. Darius couldn't even muster the wind to yell in pain as his attempt at reversing the ambush was thwarted, his kido only barely saving him from what might have otherwise been a crippling counterattack. He was grateful harm to his spirit form wouldn't translate to his real body, in that moment, slamming into a nearby fence with enough force to shatter it, under normal circumstances. Instead, in his spirit form, the fence served as immovable, making it all the worse to slam into. Pain radiated out from his side, and while he could move his arm, it was hardly pleasant. Even as the pain registered, he was rolling with the impact, stumbling back onto his feet on the other side of the fence, blade up to defend against... Nothing? No followup attack, no brutal mauling while he was down- Only an almost patient stare, as if this thing were content to wait for him to come to it.

He might have tried to walk away, and test just how patient it was, if there weren't other people to worry about. Focusing, he could feel surges and flashes of spirit pressure from all over town- Nobody else would be coming to help, if they were all busy... And if he didn't deal with this thing now, there would be no going to help the others. More than enough reason to face it down himself. He'd always had an easier time finding the steel in his spine when it was other people he needed to worry over. Blowing out a steadying breath, he lowered himself for a more explosive start, and lunged once more, this time with a solid plan in mind. A series of fast, harassing thrusts with his short blade, a constant forward momentum meant to put the Hollow on the defensive, keep it retreating while he put his relatively smaller frame to work dodging under any return strikes- All for the goal of buying time, as he concentrated reiatsu into his hands, more, more- compressing it down in the manner Ouga had shown him until he was ready.

Then, feinting at the creature's mask once again, he instead dropped low, driving both his fists forward into it's torso with a roar of effort- unleashing the gathered energy in a violent Shoushouhou. Enough force, he hoped, to send even this lumbering brute flying back into the nearest building. He followed after it with a leap, zanpakuto held high, ready to drive the point down into the Hollow's mask while it was down. The pain from that first strike, though, was a telling thing. It made him slow, made him cringe with the exertion- Left him open, even as he pushed the assault.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Stone Household - Lurking Shadows!
Night

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How could he have missed it? He must have passed it so many times, on tonight's patrol, and even before that, yet somehow this was the first he'd ever seen of this Hollow, lurking outside his home. He'd been about to walk right past it yet again, too, when that shell began to melt away, its arm coming up in preparation for what surely would have been a brutal, if not outright lethal ambush. If Ouga's text and his own ominous dream hadn't put him in such a state of paranoid vigilance, he doubted he would have felt the thing's spiritual pressure even when it did move... But as it was, he was just on edge enough to feel it, his stride halting just a moment before he might have strolled right into its reach. He tried to make it seem like chance, avoiding looking directly at the creature, simply straightening up and yawning, hands pressed to the small of his back so he could bend backwards, cracking his back noisily. Just a pause in his patrol, a matter of happenstance.

He hoped that was what it would believe, at least, even as the action brought his hand closer to the hilt of his zanpakuto. The key to any good ambush, after all, was surprise, especially when trying to reverse one. He made a point of staying loose, leaning one way, then the other, as if to stretch. Just as he started to let his hands drop again, weight shifting to resume his walk, he finally let his eyes snap to the waiting Hollow. One smooth, precise motion, his only chance to catch an ambush predator off guard; That simple step becoming a lunge, the drop of his hand instead drawing his zanpakuto from its sheath, bringing it up and out in a thrust meant to take the lurking Hollow right in the center of that goat-like mask. It wasn't a complex attack, nor even a particularly fast one, but it was well aimed and smoothly executed. Darius could only hope that would be enough to, at the very least, put the monster onto the defensive, and take the momentum of the fight early, even if it weren't enough to kill it outright.

Banking that it wouldn't be, he focused his reiryoku even as he struck out, weaving the first Kido he'd learned to ward against counterattack. A lattice of reishi, laid across his body like chainmail; Kōshi. It was weaker than it could be, woven fast and without incantation or expression, but it should have been enough to save him from any unexpected counterstrikes.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Stone Household - Lurking Shadows!
Night

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In the latter half of the day, Darius had gone quiet, focused intensely on the lessons taught by Ouga, and on performing them correctly. Surrounded by energetic youths, he found himself pushing harder than he normally might to keep up. It meant withdrawing a touch, bordering on antisocial compared to his usual demeanor... And, it meant he was absolutely exhausted by the time they finished training for the day and began to filter out towards their homes for the afternoon. Skipping over his usual errands, he had made his way straight home from the sweets shop, and collapsed straight into bed when he got there. He didn't even remember his head hitting the pillow, and he hadn't woken when Aiko returned home and drew the covers up over him. That deep, dark sleep of a body that needed it was a familiar one to him, a welcome comfort after too long with nothing to push him.

It was in the deep hours of the night that the dreams began. A brief disturbance outside, a feeling of dread that crept into his unconscious mind, made him stir. The quiet blackness of his rest swirled with colors, and resolved into a wide open field. Wildflowers blanketed the ground all around, seeming almost painted over hills and dips in the ground, splashes of color over dark earth that he saw, on closer inspection, was not hilly at all, but rather pockmarked with craters big and small, as if the land had once been sieged. Chuckling at the strangeness of the dream, he stopped to run his hands through the flowers, wondering, with the obtuse logic of any dream, whether he might be able to bring some home to Aiko. Just as he thought of picking a few to try, a cold wind rippled across the field, bringing with it a spine-deep shudder that has him casting his gaze about, feeling as if something watched him, from just out of sight. A sound like chimes caught his ears, quiet and just on the edge of hearing. Again, louder, like bells now, and he could swear he heard a voice within.

_{...watched...}

The wind blew again, cold and sharp, tugging at his hair and clothes, scattering flower petals all around. He turned his back to it, and found himself faced with blinding light, reflections of the sun off of... Something, something vast and silver and beautifully reflective. The bells came again, so loud they set his teeth on edge, made his ears ache, and this time the voice was unmistakable.

YOU ARE WATCHED. DEFEND YOURSELF. DEFEND THE OTHERS.

He was sure the ringing would burst his ears. Whatever spoke said more, but he couldn't understand anymore through the noise. Cupping his hands over his ears, he grimaced, turning around again just in time for another blast of wind. It tossed him back, and with the feeling of falling, he awoke from the dream with a gasp, the deafening ringing replaced by the insistent, but far gentler, chime of his soul pager, half buried under his pillow. Sitting upright, he grabbed it hastily, flipping it open to read the message from Ouga, nearly half an hour old by now. With a soft curse, he tucked the pager away, and snatched up his combat pass from where he'd left it on the nightstand, clapping it to his chest. Within moments, he was out of his body and standing ready in his soul form, carefully laying his body back under the covers beside Aiko. With Ouga's warning, and the strange dream still lingering in his mind, he slipped out of the window and into the night. Warily, he stalked around the boundaries of his home, hand resting at the ready on the hilt of his zanpakuto. He couldn't shake the feeling, now, of a watcher somewhere in the dark, head turning constantly, eyes searching every shadow, corner and roof as he began a slow, steady patrol around his home. That path took him out in a gradual spiral, around his neighbors, and their neighbors, until he reached the edge of his neighborhood and began to spiral back inwards. Over and over, sometimes on the ground, sometimes on the rooftops, but always watching and listening. He had the feeling, somewhere deep down, that he was late to the party.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop - Testing Ground!?
Mid-Morning

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Being airborne was an experience Darius hadn't gone through involuntarily in... Years, really. There had been that time in training, when he first learned what it felt like to get tossed over somebody's shoulder by his collar. The time when he was teaching, and a trainee the size of a fridge put him through a door. Of course, the time an IED put his humvee in a ditch. A palm strike, though, the shattering of a shield, was certainly new. Ouga didn't even touch him, and yet he felt the force as surely as if the man had taken a massive club to his chest, knocking the wind from his lungs. He didn't even get the time to claw in another breath before his back slammed into Bakuto, knocking him breathless all over again. To his credit, he was scrambling upright, stepping forward all over again, before Ouga called a halt to their short-lived duel. If nothing else, the man could take a beating, and keep coming.

It was the advice that followed, though, that spawned the idea in his head, even as he sought to help the others up- Those who hadn't sprung back to their feet even faster than he had. Killing intent, an opportunity, a strike that reached him without ever touching him. Ouga was right that he had to deal out the hurt as much as take it. Perhaps, though... Perhaps he was wrong about just how much Darius could take first. Taking a moment to check on Tony, patting the youth's back once he was sure he wasn't going to go hacking up any more blood, he turned a faint, thoughtful frown towards Ouga.

"I'm with the boys on one thing- I'd like to know what you did with that stick of yours. But first, I want you to show me that palm strike. You hit me through the shield, from almost a foot out of your reach. That's something I can use, and I think I know exactly how..."

Stellar Horizon: The Echo Protocol

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It felt good, being back in orbit. Artificial gravity, the constant hum of machinery meant to keep people alive in the void of space. Different on a station, compared to a ship's interior, but familiar- A taste of what was to come. With paperwork and his bag close to hand, he read as he walked amidst the milling crowds on Outpost Vega, muttering the occasional apology and flashing tired smiles whenever his lack of attention led to bumped shoulders. Unfamiliar names and faces, lists of allergies, dependencies, medical histories. It was only the surface level information, what could be crammed onto a few sheets of paper in a folder for skimming, but it was knowledge he needed to know backwards, forwards, and inside out. More would come, once he got his hands on the shipboard systems. One name, at least, rang familiar, bringing a grim smile to his features. West. He found himself standing before her even as he snapped her folder shut, the Stellar Horizon loomed almost larger than life behind her, and Eagin returned polite, professional greetings in kind, leaving a more familiar reunion for later.

At her direction, he slipped inside his new home, passing through the shielding and air curtains with a faint shiver, goosebumps rising on his skin. The wider noises of the station cut out, and for the first time in years, he felt at home. The contained hum of shipboard systems, close-in passages and cozy shared spaces, all neatly laid out with work in mind. A return to space, to doing his work where he was meant to do it, was more than comforting. It put a pep in his stride all the way to the med bay, and his excitement only grew when he finally laid eyes on what was to be his domain. Research stations, servers, worktables, even a large stasis tube for studying alien specimen; Let alone the medical facilities, carefully arranged and separated, but easily accessed. It was a haven for his work, equipped with everything he might need. Finding his personal quarters tucked away in the back, right behind what he expected was meant to be his main work desk, was a pleasant bonus. He'd rarely have to be more than a few steps away! Chuckling to himself, he took the time to lay out his things, a few small personal items set up in his quarters and atop his desk, professional equipment sorted and stored, before he peeled himself away to head for the meeting in the Control Room. It wouldn't do to make himself late playing with his new toys, after all.

Even so, he only barely made it in time to hear the first introduction from Amara, still slipping his arms through the sleeves of his lab coat, seeming oddly... Natural, atop a crisp grey suit, as if that doctor's white was just what had been missing from his ensemble. He listened politely to the others, and when his turn came around, he favored everybody in turn with a faint, tired smile. The sleepy set to his face seemed to be a permanent feature, the sort acquired by a lifetime of long nights. He seemed pleasant enough, all the same, the faint brogue to his speech undercut by years away from his homeland, though between it and his surname there could be little doubt of his descent.

"I'd be Doctor Eagin McDorrel. They have me in charge of research and science for the mission, but I'm primarily t'be the Medical Doctor for you all. I have an obsessive sweet tooth, so anybody who finds me jelly beans gets the name brand cough syrup." A brief grin outed the comment for a joke... Hopefully. "Health's important, mental as well as physical, so I'd like for each'a'ye to make it a point to come by the medbay for a check up by tomorrow. If anyone gets star-sick, we've got more'n enough Dramamine to last the year."

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Sagamiyama - Komori Sweets Shop - Testing Ground!?
Mid-Morning

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There was only one way to describe events so far- and it was undeniably as a whirlwind of activity. They went from gathering out front to challenging their trainer in short enough order that Darius barely even had time to hand out the burritos he'd made! He did, of course, hand them out anyway, during the brief stint they spent at the table in the back of the shop. Eggs, chorizo, cheese, peppers and onions all wrapped up in hearty tortillas. The finest Tex-Mex Breakfast Burritos to be found outside of the States, and all the energy and balanced carbs, proteins and vitamins a gaggle of growing kids could ask for in a convenient, walk-and-eat package! It was just a shame they had a whopping three or four minutes to scarf them down, and no more.

Thankfully, Darius had a lifetime of practice eating fast, and by the time they were introduced, shown their new... Tap-and-Reaps? Combat Passes? Whatever they were to be called, by the time they were doled out and the group was hustled down into the clearly-bunker-adjacent basement, the aging soldier at least had managed to chow down, and he went about following the instructions they were given with the contentment and energy that came with a full belly.

In that manner, he found himself once again in his spirit form, facing down an opponent he had the looming feeling they had absolutely no business facing down. He had felt the power of those Hollows last night- felt the pulsing, rippling force that radiated from every clash between Ouga and Regalhorn, and seen how the Soul Reaper dealt with swathes of the lesser Hollows that had been such a struggle on their own for himself and the other substitutes. He knew they were leagues below the man, and the knowledge that he was unlikely to actually kill any of them was slim comfort in the face of a thorough beating. And yet... Here was a chance to do just as he'd said. To get a little stronger, to step up to the rising challenges, and find purpose again. He would be as foolish to turn it down as he would be to take a brazen approach- So a cautious approach it would have to be.

As Bakuto charged in with his trademark recklessness, Darius followed, though not quite so quickly- Intent on lending his support, and lending some cleverness to what would otherwise be an all out assault. He reached again for that feeling of power, drawing on his reiryoku, weaving it into a now familiar hado. Fūsa, the barricade of light that had served so well as a shield the night before. This time, it would be a wall to corner Ouga against, brought into being behind the Soul Reaper with a slash of his hand to keep the man from retreating under Bakuto's attack. Then, a heartbeat after the youth made that followup thrust, Darius lunged between him and Ouga, zanpakuto drawn and braced against his forearm, arms up and tight against his face and chest; Clearly, he intended to take any punishment Ouga meant to lay out on the others, interposing himself between them, bunkered down defensively and trying to crowd the Reaper back against the wall of his creation. Half crouched and braced, he favored the Reaper with a grim grin.

"Don't think I'm fast enough to threaten you much, big guy, but I got a feeling I can take what you can dish while they do the cutting. Don't you hold back, now- Let's see how long it takes you to get tired!"

There was plenty of room, of course, for the others to crowd in around the sides, or to try and strike from above- they'd have a far better shot at wearing Ouga down together, after all.

The Elder Scrolls: In the Shadows of Oblivion [Closed]

_{Direct Mentions: @Sir Lurksalot @Quest Abandoner @Alfhedil}

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For the Captain's acceptance of his correction, he had only a firm nod as he settled his things back where they belonged. It felt... right, to have the weights back on his wrists, the plates on his legs. A familiar, comforting heft, as good as walking around with a heavy blanket for the warrior-cat. By the time he had returned his dagger- really an over-heavy short sword in any other hands- to its sheath and settled his larger sword atop his shoulder, ready for use, there came a fresh and far more pleasant surprise. The familiar tongue of his home. Tainted by the city, surely, spoken like a cat who had never stepped out of the Imperial Cities, but recognizable all the same. He perked up, straightening and peering down at Caddach with no small measure of surprise evident on his face, with ears high and eyes wide. He replied in kind, of course, his own Ta'agra unsurprisingly flawless, though he spoke slowly- aware of that city accent, considerate to it.

<"You speak the tongue well, for city-kin, Breton. Yet, I see your meaning; It would be unreasonable to expect such ancient things clean. Perhaps I should not tease your mane so. Though I admit, I look forward to seeing what old, angry things these secret places hide. I have been long without a challenge- It would not do for my muscles to grow soft guarding caravans and breaking up brawls. Your company will be pleasant, as well, should you continue to surprise me. I will call you friend, for your surprises, and for your stones. Most would not correct me.">

And then again came the distractions- As others gathered up their things, armed and armored themselves, and talked of things that interested him little. He took to checking the edge of his sword, dragging a claw along it with a faint, rasping hiss, eyes squinted as if he were sure it might have acquired some nicks or lost its sheen of oil in the careless handling of prison guards. Only the near panic from his new favorite elfling drew his attention away, a frown tugging at his features as he struggled to catch up to the conversation he had half-ignored. Once he managed, it was with a heavy snort, the sword once again settled on his shoulder, free hand reaching out to pat and squeeze Yarmira's shoulder in what was surely meant to be a comforting gesture. It was a bit too akin to being caught in a death grip, but the intention was clearly good, at least.

"Be calm, Elfling. Breathe, yes? The silly man-things do not know your ways. Come, we will march along and slay the things that lurk and scurry in these halls, and it will make the Elfling feel better. The cultured Breton-thing assures Kiffar that there are old and angry things here for us to hunt. Exciting, yes? Old and angry bones make fine flutes."

He looked up as Baurus and Glenroy were told to take the lead, beginning the group's trek deeper into the forgotten passages. A low, pleased rumble- frightening growl to some, and the nearest thing a big cat could get to a purr to those more familiar- were sign enough of his eagerness to be away. He spared a moment to ruffle Yarmira's hair as one might a wily child's, before stepping off after the Blades with a nod to the Captain.

"Come, come, man-things, elflings, witches and lizards! The Mane-of-Men has need of all arms, and Kiffar smells hunts and adventure this way. This one thinks the many-things will make good company, so get not lost. Big orange backsides are easy to follow, yes? Let the fun begin, and may our foes be many and strong!"

Stellar Horizon: The Echo Protocol

The Harmacist

Name/Callsign:
Eagin McDorrel, "Doc"

Appearance:
At 5'9" and leanly built, with streaks of gray to adorn his hair and beard, the doctor may have passed for any average, aging doctor in his crisp suits and white coats. Prone to sleepy smiles and generally pleasant airs, his patient, peaceful persona is more than a little at odds with the scars that make notable an otherwise unremarkable appearance- long and vivid against the flesh of his face and neck.

Age:
53

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Role:
Science Officer, Medical

Biography:
Eagin was slated to be a doctor long before he knew what a doctor even was. With his father neck deep in pharmaceutical research, and his mother riding the bleeding edge of the surgical field, there seemed to be little question that Eagin would wind up in the field in one form or another. For some, such a predetermined path might have chafed, led to rebellion, a career in the arts. For dear Doc, it was fitting as a surgical glove. A keen mind and a passion for medicine made for smooth sailing along this destined path; He was out of school and scraping in residency hours by his early twenties, and by his thirties, had taken a deep interest in space. Rather, in the people who would explore it. He signed on with the military as a civilian contractor, and began serving with exploration and defense vessels as a shipboard doctor.

For years, he expanded his expertise, studying what could be found in the stars while tending to the health of those who enabled him to explore them. He branched into research fields outside of medicine, and learned that sometimes, getting somebody to attend a checkup or take their pills required a degree of hounding and insistence. He learned, too, of the harshness that came with adventure. He found himself treating wounds from violence as often as accidents, either scolding his charges for recklessness in the face of alien fauna, or quietly seething at the cruelty of brigands and pirates who thought exploratory vessels easy pickings.

It was the latter, over time, that led to his... Troubles. With passing years, he found it more and more deplorable that anybody should take it in their head to bring harm to one of his patients. His pleasant manner grew tense, grim, as violence built in pressure inside. Some five years ago, things reached the boiling point. A boarding crew took control of the vessel he was posted on, and rather than allow them to menace and injure his charges, Eagin let go of the Hippocratic oath. He dealt harm before harm could be dealt, and poisoned the meals of the pirates- before executing the lot of them while they choked.

By the time the deed was done, and order restored, Eagin had resigned himself to the consequences. He was, of course, removed from his position- avoiding imprisonment only narrowly, by pleas of duress and self defense in the face of piracy. His medical licenses were revoked, his practice ended, and he was left to find his own way... Until ExoGenesis found him instead. They pulled a few strings, made a few things go away- and so long as he kept his mouth shut and stayed on their vessel, he was given the go ahead to start doing what he loved all over again. This time, he decided, he was going to do it his way from the start.

Traits:

Trait 1- Preventative Care
Eagin believes that the best way to keep his charges from injury, is to remove threats before they can strike. He keeps himself armed, and is a skillful shot besides.

Trait 2- Razor Sharp
Doctors are expected to be smart, and Eagin is no exception. As a general practitioner and emergency medic, he more than knows his stuff- and he lives and breathes to constantly learn more besides. An unquenchable thirst for knowledge drives him as much as his desire to keep his crew healthy and happy.

Trait 3- Looks that Kill
Eagin has grown used to tending to the unruly, the strong willed, and the generally doctor avoidant. Despite his patient, pleasant temperament, he has a startling force of will, and has perfected the art of staring somebody into compliance. Failing that, he will happily find more underhanded and clever methods of treatment. Anything to keep people healthy.

Trait 4- Not So Criminal Contacts
The scientific community is vast, and no man is an island. Eagin is a talented researcher, but when encountering something outside of his expertise, he knows who to call to find out more. His network of researchers, enthusiasts and scientists is vast- if he doesn't have an answer, somebody he knows will.

Trait 5- Pharmaceuticals
What kills may yet heal, and what heals can certainly kill. An encyclopedic knowledge of medicines and the plants from which they can be derived make Eagin ready to craft whatever medicines, or poisons, may be needed to get a job done.

Equipment:
Injector- A modified compressed air dart gun rigged to fire small syringes, the contents of which may vary. Arguably more dangerous than his sidearm.

Judge, Jury, Executioner- A long nosed Taurus Judge, a sidearm that stood the test of time. Chambered for .410 shot and slugs, and 45 magnum. Try him.

The Bag- A leather scrip, carefully crafted with on the go doctoring in mind. It has everything a doctor might need in an emergency, and then some.

Stellar Horizon: The Echo Protocol

FUGGIT it fires .410 and 45 now, Eagin The Iron Wrist McDorrel XD