Nurse
Archetype | |
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A Heavy Support Ork that dreams of becoming a DocWagon employee | |
Player | Coram |
Metatype | Ork |
Street Cred | 0 |
Notoriety | 0 |
Public Awareness | 0 |
Titles and Awards | 0 |
Age | 25 |
Folder | Nurse |
Priority | Metatype - C Attributes - B Magic/Resonance - E Skills - C Resources - B |
Character Information
Summary
An Ork with an interest in medicine, a talent for violence, a want to protect the many and a need to protect his own.
Goals
To join DocWagon as a member of an HTR. For real this time.
Background
Patrick Kitchener grew up healthy, loved, and nurtured. He grew up in a household where his dreams and desires were supported as best they could. Except for his sudden goblinization during a sleepover on his 9th birthday - his new Ork features being gently accepted by his parents and most of his friends - his childhood is not worth mentioning. Patrick took an interest in medicine during his education, and quickly steered his studies towards being an EMT, setting his sights on eventual employment with DocWagon.
After years of study in medicine, combat tactics, street knowledge, and firearms training, Patrick landed a spot on a DocWagon team as threat support personnel. The next six months were the happiest he could remember being. He probably should have questioned why, in that six months, he never once seemed to see an actual DocWagon station. Or why he was required to go door to door in a neighbourhood trying to sell DocWagon contracts. Or why they drilled him so hard on B&E methods.
Or why Zen, the leader of the crew, would demand payment from the bleeding victim before beginning treatment.
Patrick's career ended one moonless night when his crew met unusually strong resistance from a gang of very-well trained gunmen. A lull in the gunfight found Patrick huddled in cover, when he overheard radio chatter from the mercenaries. The words 'damned posers' and 'victim vultures' stood out immediately. It finally clicked when, from his new vantage point, he spotted the ambulance in DocWagon livery.
The rest of the night was a blur. He and his crew managed to get away without their payday. He told his crew that that was it for him. He'd had a change of heart and wanted out, the stress of being shot at was too much. Zen took it somberly and wished him luck, but the look in Slip’s eyes betrayed their true feelings. His house was filled with lead by unidentified shooters later that night.
Patrick now lives the life of a failed college graduate. He can't tell his parents about his mistake. can't make them worry about him, not after all they had done for him. His skillset may come in handy elsewhere, however. The gear he managed to keep won't hurt either.
Narrative Significant Qualities
- Bad Rep - Patrick is not famous with DocWagon or with his old crew. He probably should have worn a mask or something while operating.
- Sinner (National): UCAS - He's a card carrying citizen of the UCAS, born and raised in what used to be the C part of the country.
Run History
N/A
Affiliations
Contacts
- Christian Woods - Connection 4, Loyalty 2 - Swag (drug dealer)
Organizations
Allies
Enemies
His old 'DocWagon' crew:
- Zen, the leader
- Slip, the rigger
- Filligree, combat medic
- Bees, combat medic
- Seven Seven, gunner
Luckily, they think he's dead.
In Character Information
Symbols and Signatures
Matrix Search Table
Shadow Community Table
SINs
- Carl Hedgeways (R4) - UCAS
Appearance
An averaged height stocky Ork with ashy green skin, he is totally bald and sports no obvious cyberware. His lower tusks jut straight out, a feature for which he has had a fair amount of teasing and bullying while growing up.
Clothing
Best described as cheap but functional. He won't win any fashion awards and he couldn't tell you the difference between a button down and an Oxford, but at least he's not naked.
Matrix Persona
Nurse uses a customized version of the standard Ork persona template. Notable changes include matching the persona's height precisely to his real height, slate grey skin, a full head of hair cut short, and chrome steel-capped tusks - all of them pointing in the proper directions.