Morris W. G. Dupree

"Need a hand? ...Yeah, me too."

▌Basic info

ID

Name: Morris W. G. Dupree
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Orientation: Homoflexible
Place of Origin: L-004 Mars

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PHYSICAL PROFILE

Height: 6’2” | 188 cm
Weight: 150 kg | 352 lbs
Blood type: B-
Appearance:

• Caucasian

• Heavy-set

• Wavy shoulder length gray hair

• Tired droopy blue eyes

• Thick framed glasses

• Covered in scars

Medical notes:

• Small scarring on face, other scars ranging from large to small on his body.

• Prosthetic left hand

• Prosthetic right leg

• Previously fractured collarbone

• Previously broken ribs

Psychological notes:

• Defensive and withdrawn regarding personal life and details

• Self destructive tendencies, alcoholism largest vice

• PTSD

• Claustrophobic

CAPABILITIES/SKILLS

Primary Class: Scout
Secondary Class: Mechanic
Traits:

• Big muscle

• Big brain

• Team leader

• Tank

• Infiltrator

• Heavy handed

Additional training/Skills:

• Carpentry

• Piano playing

• Sketching

• Investigative degree

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EQUIPMENT & WEAPONRY

• Zippo lighter

• Swiss army knife

• Cigarette case

• Pocket watch

• Notepad and pen

• Pistol

• Teddy bracelet

▌Personality

Morris is, as he appears, a gray old bear with the build of a brick house. First impressions tend to leave people thinking he’s the gruff, stern type— when in actuality he just never really knows what to say upon said first impressions.Granted, the gruff impression isn’t outright wrong. As a former Martian Militant, previously security for a biome and now a defector and scout, he’s not exactly going to come across as warm and cuddly. Especially not when he’s more than capable of a more aggressive, downright frightening temper.However, those who get past the tougher, silent, brooding attitude will find themselves with, as his daughter so loves to call him— an utter teddy bear. Loyal and kind to those he cherishes, and unfortunately, deep down he’s a man with a heart of gold. His altruism and general sense of charity are both a blessing and a curse. A strength, and a weakness. While he understands the apprehension many may have to his Martian origin, he would not hesitate to put himself on the line for the people of Salus. He’s rather self-sacrificial, all things considered…

INTERESTING FACTS

▌History

TLDR:

“You coddle him too much.”Bold words he often heard from a mother who could rarely afford him praise, or love of any kind. Typically said at the drop of a hat, whenever his father was praising his achievements, or his creativity. He grew so accustomed to this, that he couldn’t be sure now if he’d ever had a moment’s respite with that woman. Suppose that’s why he couldn’t wait to be free of her, then? To be brought into the world by someone who loathes you…it truly does shape you. Any wonder he’s as opinionated or curious as he is— a father who encourages you is one thing. But a mother who opposes your every question and curiosity? That adds another layer, believe it or not.“I won’t be gone that long, Georgie. Next thing you know, I’ll be right back here. You’ll barely notice the time fly by.”He never did see his father again. All those days and nights spent waiting never would have felt so long, either, if not for a mother who seemed to show no distress at all.When will pa be home?
“It depends.”
On what?
“Stop asking such incessant questions, Morris.”Stop asking. He was always told to stop asking, in regards to…well, anything. He always asked too many questions. Always had so many things he wanted to know, or wanted a broader view on— just to be told he was asking for the impossible. To be told he couldn’t have all the answers just served to him on a plate.That giving him every answer he wanted, would be coddling him.Frustrated that everything was going nowhere, he put his inquisitive nature to use; towards academics. He could pursue all manner of things from books, or classes, or perhaps even prove himself fit to learn from experience. Sure enough, he got the very last option after a lot of putting his head down, and simply keeping it all to himself. He’d gotten good at that, anyhow. Household living got so much easier when he just shut up and kept out of the way— just the way it seemed his mother liked it. Well, she was sure to like it even more, when he was sent off to R-001 for security work.Truthfully, he didn’t care if she was happy with this or not. He was happy with it. A chance to get away, and to seek answers for himself, was all he needed. Though his answers…never came. Not the answers to the questions he had, anyhow. If anything, he was left with more questions, and an even greater confusion. Especially after overhearing a conversation not meant for his ears, regarding the ‘monsters’ attacking the biospheres. Monsters…he had yet to encounter any personally, and was growing more and more convinced it was all a smoke screen. That nothing was even out there. Hell, why would there be? It was all desert!Desert, that he decided rather foolishly, to venture into on his own. Nothing but his weapon and whatever he could secure for himself before detection, and of course, himself.To say he was quite unprepared would be an understatement. He was. All of his equipment was basically rendered obsolete in very little time, and he was left to flounder on his lonesome, before stumbling across scouting…Martians? No— humans? That couldn’t be…or well, it shouldn’t be, as far as he knew. Not that he was worrying about what he knew or didn’t, when he found himself in an all out tussle with two of the bigger scouting party members. He’s sure they would have killed him right there, if not for him hurriedly spouting out a truce deal.After lengthy debate, being taken back with the party to their small settlement, and much more debate— well the next thing he knew, he was one of them. A defector from L-004, and a loyal member to what he considered…more of a family than he’d ever had.That’s why, when he returned to his settlement after a few hours of scouting, just to find the place utterly shredded and ransacked…he was reminded of a feeling of grief he’d not felt in what was now decades of time. Grief, and a terrible panic, as he dug through rubble and death in a frantic haze.Lizzy. Where was Lizzy?Despite how long he searches, and how thoroughly he scours through the strewn about corpses of the camp— he can’t find her. And while that alone brings some sort of solace, to know she’s not among the dead, it only means she could be out there somewhere…be it wandering aimlessly after fleeing as she’d been taught, or heading to another settlement with the small, minuscule amount of faces he didn’t see amongst the carnage.From that moment, he traveled to Salus. It was the closer of the settlements, and a more desired location for quite a few as mentioned in passing. Even if he didn’t find her there right away…she’d show up eventually. Right?

▌Roleplay sample

Medical exams… he understood the importance of having one, but he never really did like getting them. The man would avoid them at all costs if he didn’t know any better. Alas, he’s old, a fraction metal, and not too keen on becoming a pile of dust just yet— so here he is against his better wishes.“Ah yes, how lucky for me,” he murmurs as he sits himself down. The comically uninspiring snap of the doctor’s gloves draws Morris’ attention, and to say he looks unimpressed would be putting it lightly. Granted, he does often look unenthused regardless. A side effect of always looking so grumpy and tired.Letting off a long exhale through his nose, he eyes the beakers, then the doctor, and can’t help but to give a little click of his tongue. “We really should count ourselves lucky that you’re a man who’s passionate about his work. Even if it’s a little…too passionate.”Yes, this is definitely why people hated Medbay.

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