Cristoph Balin

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Name: Cristoph Balin

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Grey

Race: Human

Blood Type: AB+

General Occupational Role(s): CMO, Surgeon, Paramedic

 

Biography:

 

• Born into a fairly wealthy family, Cristoph was always able to rely on having someone to bail him out when he got into trouble, which he did, quite often. As he grew older, he became more skilled at hiding his transgressions and as a result, moved on to more dangerous and lucrative operations. These actions culminated in his involvement in the assassination of a major Syndicate figurehead for which he devised and produced the poison and delivery method for the agent in the field.

   

  Outside of his underground life, Cristoph had become well known for his surgical mastery in the lunar medical system. He received such high praise that he was offered a position as the CMO aboard an up and coming Nanotrasen station which he graciously accepted. Once on board, he spent the next few years of his life trasfering around to various stations and keeping his staff in order while picking up the scalpel whenever he got a chance. However, all that time doing things over the table have led to certain urges manifesting as of late...

 

 

Qualifications:

 

• Doctorate of Medicine - Surgical Specialization

  Advanced toxin and chemical delivery system knowledge

  Reasonable knowledge of genetics and virology

  Moderate technical aptitude

 

 

Employment Records:

 

• 7 Years at Bishop Cybernetics Lunar Facility

  4 Years in Nanotrassen station facilities

 

 

Security Records:

 

• Has a history of crossing ethical boundaries when people threaten his facilities. Additionally, he has a peculiar knowledge of toxins and less than legal medical procedures that command seemed to look past.

 

 

Medical Records:

 

• Patient opted for prosthesis after his hand was severely damaged due to undisclosed events.

 

 

Personnel Photo (Appearance text):

 

• A six foot tall man with blue tinted black hair draped over part of his narrow face slips a glove over his mechanical hand as he whistles a tune. Behind him, strapped to a table is another man, trying to scream but unable, a small trickle of blood leaking down from the hole in his throat where his vocal chords used to be.

 

 

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Other Notes:

 

• Has a tendency to try his own medicine from time to time. Naturally, he would never poison himself, but the occasional trip from his less than lethal collection makes for a good way to relieve stress.