Name: Beau Reinhardt
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Race: Vulpkanin (Raccoon-Dog variant)
Blood Type: AB+
General Occupational Role(s): Roboticist, Bartender, Cargo Tech
Biography: [security] Born in a slum on the planet Altam, Beau was after taken off-planet at the age of twelve by his father, a petty career criminal looking to pay off his debts to a gang of raiders, who hoped that 'volunteering' his young son to their services alongside his own might provide incentive to his debtors to let him off the hook a little earlier. The raiders, largely consisting of Vox, Humans, and Unathi, found Beau's youthful, wirey frame useful for getting around the cramped ducts of their ship, and he was put to work handling small repairs and relaying messages across the shuttle.
As he became older, and his loyalty to the raiders proved adequate (His father died in a raid two years after arriving), they put him to work on more important tasks, such as maintaining the rickety old medical robot they used in lieu of a living doctor, tuning up their recycled war machines, and tending to the slaves (Usually Tajaran or Human) between drop-offs.
Beau was in his thirties by the time the debt that had been transferred from his father to him was finally paid off. Though he'd been steeped in pirate culture for over half his live, had survived countless raids, and felt some level of camaraderie for his fellow criminals, the lifestyle had been hard on him, physically, and he decided to seek a different, safer path to eventually retire at the end of. Instead he found NanoTrasen.
His upbringing has left him with a less subtle and deeply politically incorrect approach to interactions with other people. He frequently treats Tajara in a deeply condescending manner, can be exceedingly dismissive toward women, and often refers to other xeno races using 'playful' slurs, as well as being openly and unabashedly flirtatious even at inappropriate times. He enjoys making people uncomfortable.
Qualifications:
-Mechanical expertise, particularly regarding the construction and maintenance of exosuits.
-Advanced weaponry training.
-Exosuit pilot training (Informal)
Employment Records:
Beau has been with NanoTrasen for a little under ten years, serving loyally on multiple stations before being transferred to the NSS Cyberiad, most often working with our R&D departments in the construction of heavy machinery and the upkeep of our synthetic personnel. Despite a lack of formal training, he is a hard-working and talented robotics engineer.
Security Records:
It has been determined that Mister Reinhardt's past may be... 'Spotty', regarding criminal activity, though much of it thus far appears to be only rumor and hearsay. His casual knowledge of various criminal tools as well as heavy weaponry do him no favors in this regard, nor do his poor attempts to feign confusion during our attempts to press for further information.
He has been involved in a number of fights, often in the bar or with other roboticists while on shift. Though none have been lethal or even all that serious, he is often the instigator and will 'playfully' escalate things if not reigned in. Usually respectful of security officers (Though Command staff is another issue altogether).
Medical Records:
Psychologically speaking, Beau is sound of mind. He appears to possess an upbeat attitude and optimistic view of life. His excessive drinking may need to be watched, however. He also appears to strive for attention, both positive and negative.
Physically he is, to put it lightly, a mess. His body is marred from head to toe, in heavy, now largely faded scars, both surgical and accidental. Additionally he suffers partial paralysis in the left side of his face, apparently caused by a bullet to the head earlier in his life that was improperly treated.
Personnel Photo (Appearance text): Lean and mean. He looks like an anthropomorphic raccoon-dog, standing at almost seven feet and missing a helluva lot of teeth. Some of them have been replaced with silver replicas, while others have just left behind big gaps. Despite this, he's usually all smiles, with big blue eyes and a tendency for coy grins and come-hithery glances. The left side of his face is paralysed, leaving it in a perpetually 'neutral' expression. He's got scars absolutely everywhere, and is missing large patches of fur along his arms, legs, and back.
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