Ostanes
Thamaturge Ascendant
The Doctor Will See You… NOW...
NAME: Clarke Deacon
FACTION: N/A
RANK: N/A
SPECIES: Human
AGE: Mid 20’s to early 30’s
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5’10”
WEIGHT: Thin
EYES: Brown
HAIR: Dirty-blonde
SKIN: Pale
FORCE SENSITIVE: Unknown
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STRENGTHS:
(+)How Things Go: In part due to his early life in the pits of hell and refuse on some wayward backwater Clarke has a knack for how machinery and flesh go together, both separate and together. Cybernetic designs of new and odd utility and function are often coming out of his ‘clinic’. Several times the experiments were cited as groundbreaking, other times as immoral and dangerous.
(+)Of All The Gin Joints: Due to years of personal obsession and hunting his school-day friends killer, Clarke has an investigative mind like few others. Connections, patterns, and chance leap out to him where others might see nothing but chaos disguising the order the Doctor makes. He also is a near walking encyclopedia of most systems major laws. As well as a tidy string of bounties when the work of a doctor is slow.
WEAKNESSES:
(-)Obsession: A whiff or hint of the killer, and Clarke is gone. He will abandon alliances, jobs, patients, lovers and more to find the one he hunts. Nothing else matters in comparison.
(-)Poor Health: Years of drugs, alcohol, and hard living have begun to just catch up to Clarke, making his own knowledge fuel his obsession as he knows intrinsically that time is beginning to run down on him.
APPEARANCE:
Often clothed in a road-worn trenchcoat, rumpled white dress-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a thin red tie messily done and pulled off from his throat, Clarke embodies the epitome of apathy outwardly. Even his slacks look slept-in and wrinkled, and his dress boots are heavily scuffed. Though to dismiss him would be to dismiss the heavy pistol in his coat, and the set of laser scalpels in a custom pouch at his belt-side like others might carry throwing knives.
BIOGRAPHY:
Clarke Deacon is a 20-something-year-old medical doctor whose life is dominated by solving the murder of his friend, Lawrence Ramirez. Lawrence was poisoned in their pre-med years together, and the killer was never brought to justice. Cruel rumor in school made the pair as lovers, but Clarke has never commented on that. This miscarriage of justice is due largely in part to an incompetent judge in the system where the killing was committed, as well as a lazy police force, and has led to a life-long distrust of law enforcement officials of every stripe despite his familial connections to that sort of career. Don’t ask, he won’t tell you. And he might stab you just for mentioning it.
Physically, Clarke is in pretty good shape, though his lifestyle is beginning to take it’s toll. He is average-height with pasty skin, dirty blonde hair and black eyes. A ready, if sad smile or smirk is usually set on his face, and the young doctor dresses in such a way that you can’t really tell him apart from any other struggling professional.
He grew up in a middle class neighbourhood. His father left the family when he was young, leaving him with his mother, who was an addict of essentially any substance she could find. For most of his life he dreamed of leaving their home in the Mid-Rim and becoming something more. But reality is a cold queen, and so in his waking hours he worked in a scrap yard behind a hospital, sorting out bionic and cybernetic ready pieces from corpses and wrecked medical droids. A horror filled existence courtesy of the fascist regime known as the First Order. Another scar burning with remembrance on his memory.
He is currently single. His most recent romance was with a bartender called Minnie, who was 6 years older than him. They broke up because Minnie couldn't deal with Clarke's obsession with Lawrence's death even years later. Minnie desired a family and the quiet life many dream of, and Clarke saw only justice and working enough to fund his private crusade.
Clarke's best friend is a geneticist he met on Demonsgate called Maser. They get on well most of the time. More than once, one of the pair has forwarded interesting work or research to the other, and from this partnership has come a few advance in medical science, and more than a few hangovers.
Most recently Clarke has been found on the Outer Rim on the trail of the murderer he obsesses over, and treating wounded. He feels he is closing in, but several warn him the obsession is eating away his humanity.
SHIP: TBD
KILLS: TBA
BOUNTIES COLLECTED: TBA
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ROLE-PLAYS: TBA