Name: Dr. Layette C. Macintyre Rank: Leutennant-Commander/Chief Medical Officer Age: 32 Sex: Female Appearance: Height: 170cm Weight: 64kg Known Medical conditions: Nearsightedness. Bio: Layette is generally considered a bit of a cold bitch at times. Not that she lacks a sense of humor, she just chooses to ignore it most of the time. She is smart and knows it and has little patience when having to explain things more than once, or dumb down her language. She adheres to her Hippocratic oath fiercely and takes great pride in her work. How you got here: Growing up in relative poverty with four older siblings, nobody expected much from Layette. Her parents owned a small shop and like her siblings it was expected that she would simply work there as they did. She took this as a personal challenge and threw herself into her studies, taking an early interest in science and biology she quickly rose to be top of her classes, but never took much interest in making friends. She was accepted into a moderately prestigious university on a scholarship. She graduated with a majour in Medical Biology, a minor in Biochemistry and no real friends. She then attended med school and earned her doctorate before then suddenly finding herself with little more to strive for. Having proven her point, she returned home, unsure of what to do next. After some deliberation she enlisted, seeking to apply her skills where she felt they would do the most good and soon enough found herself as the CMO aboard the ESS Hanson.
5'6" Medium length floppy brown hair. Blue eyes. Looks younger than he is. Thin, but muscular, has a runner physique. Wears a heavy navy blue trench coat with ranks he didn't earn and lots of layers with more belts than any one man really needs. Often armed to the teeth. Has a tattoo of "0324" on his right shoulderblade, and a skull and cross bones on the inside of his left wrist (he did this one himself) Always wears a bone pendant in the shape of a crescent moon over a sun that his mother carved for him when she was pregnant with him.
Biography: Born on the outskirts of Ambrosia to a lower class family. His father, Marcaus worked for Harley's Armaments and his mother, Annaleigh was struck ill shortly after he was born and died when he was 4. He was raised mostly by his older brother, Aulus and fell into the same street gang as him, a small gang on the western outskirts of Abrosia called the Mana Breakers. Though he was thankful for the sense of camaraderie, he always longed for something more, being sure that there was something for him always just over the next horizon. When he turned 20 he took the skills he had learned with the gangs, and the gunsmithing his father had taught him and set out on his own, searching for the concept he had built himself of his destiny, while being still unsure of what exactly his destiny is. He is simply confident in the knowledge that he'll know it when he finds it. Since then he has traveled from the outskirts of Ambrosia through the remnants of the old world, and beyond. He's spent time at sea with traders, fought monsters with the Hunter's Guild, rode the rails through Alberta Station and gathered himself a vast bank of experiences, none of which he has more than a cursory knowledge in. He's mostly earned his keep and found the most enjoyment out of scavenging relics of the old world and bringing them back to his old criminal contacts in the Mana Breakers, where his brother is now a high ranking member, to pawn his loot onto the black market. He's the kind of fellow who is comfortable in nearly any environment and though he's not the brightest, or the strongest, he's fast and agile and remarkably resilient. Two times he's been declared dead, only to awaken later, seemingly because he was too stubborn to die. Despite all this, he maintains a good sense of humor about him and is sometimes almost excessively friendly. He enjoys sitting down to good drink and food with good company, but gets restless easily and doesn't like to be tied down to one spot for too long.
Equipment and Gear: Bedroll, tent, two days food and water, basic cutlery, lighter, pack of cigarettes, flashlight, 2 burlap loot sacs, 30ft rope, grappling hook, pry bar, bottle of rum.
Name: Dr. Layette C. Macintyre Rank: Leutennant-Commander/Chief Medical Officer Age: 32 Sex: Female Appearance: Height: 170cm Weight: 64kg Known Medical conditions: Nearsightedness. Bio: Layette is generally considered a bit of a cold bitch at times. Not that she lacks a sense of humor, she just chooses to ignore it most of the time. She is smart and knows it and has little patience when having to explain things more than once, or dumb down her language. She adheres to her Hippocratic oath fiercely and takes great pride in her work. How you got here: Growing up in relative poverty with four older siblings, nobody expected much from Layette. Her parents owned a small shop and like her siblings it was expected that she would simply work there as they did. She took this as a personal challenge and threw herself into her studies, taking an early interest in science and biology she quickly rose to be top of her classes, but never took much interest in making friends. She was accepted into a moderately prestigious university on a scholarship. She graduated with a majour in Medical Biology, a minor in Biochemistry and no real friends. She then attended med school and earned her doctorate before then suddenly finding herself with little more to strive for. Having proven her point, she returned home, unsure of what to do next. After some deliberation she enlisted, seeking to apply her skills where she felt they would do the most good and soon enough found herself as the CMO aboard the ESS Hanson.
Imogen breathed a sigh of quiet relief when Levi interjected. This Rusttorch fellow was more than a bit unnerving and she was thankful for an out. She accepted his help off the ladder and took a seat with the rest of her new crew. She was fairly certain they were one short from who she had seen at the bar last night, but she wasn't entirely sure and quickly turned her attention to Levi's rules, listening intently as Brigid hopped from her shoulder and onto the table. She was actually pretty relieved. Levi had far less rules than Elliott had back at the dockyard and they all made sense. She chuckled as Tyra gave her warning about making passes at her. She was glad that she wouldn't be the only girl on the ship. Not that Levi really gave off much of a threatening vibe, but she was still glad to have another female aboard. Especially one with a take-no-shit attitude. "Hello, everyone!" she said once Tyra had finished. "My name is Imogen. I'm an engineer and have been for nearly my whole life. Travelling with Captain Levi has basically been my dream since I was little, but that won't stop me from doing my best and keeping this ship in top condition and I really look forward to working with you all! Oh! And this is Brigid." She stroked her falcon's head.