Maus
Superluminal Rodent
AGE: 36
WEIGHT: 173 lbs.
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
PERSONAL QUOTES:
"I could make something for that..."
"Suggest you not irritate me. In dire need of new test subjects."
"There is always a solution."
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The picture of a classic mad scientist, Dr. Beckett is wiry and slim, all arms and legs and barely contained energy. His hair is a dark blonde going prematurely grey/white, long enough to brush his chin, framing a face dominated by sharp features. His raptor namesake is fairly accurate; high, defined cheekbones, piercing dark blue eyes, a sharply pointed chin, everything about him hints at his boundless energy and relentless curiosity. His almost never seen without his off-white longcoat and interface glasses, usually wearing a shirt, tie, and waistcoat...along with hard-wear dark pants and combat boots. His most distinct physical feature is the elaborate tattoo starting at his fingertips and climbing all the way up to his neck, shoulder-blade, and collarbone on his right side, a relic of his wilder days in his youth.
RECORDED HISTORY: Born to a lower middle class family on Mars, Leonard was never an ordinary child. Displaying his brilliance early, he clashed with both his teachers and peers, flaunting his superior intellect; the basic education system posed no challenge for his brilliant mind. Scouted early as a child prodigy, he devoured knowledge at a prodigious rate, learning everything from advanced math, chemistry, biology, engineering, and computer science. As time went on, his genius was noticed by the UEC, and he was recruited to be a part of a government think-tank.
From age eighteen to twenty-six, Dr. Beckett was the wunderkind of this little black box group, devising everything from next-generation Bio-Augmentation to semi-intelligent security programs for secure servers. Then, one fateful day, the group was given it's greatest task yet.
Devise a biochemical weapon. The perfect biochemical weapon.
Dr. Beckett did.
Shortly afterward, he cut ties with the UEC, and focused his energies on electronic warfare and computer sciences, selling his services as a freelance consultant and engineer. Hired on as the chief designer for a one-of-a-kind starship, the good Doctor plans on liberating his labors for himself, rather than letting his erstwhile employers take his Magnum Opus for their own gain.
WEIGHT: 173 lbs.
HEIGHT: 5' 10"
PERSONAL QUOTES:
"I could make something for that..."
"Suggest you not irritate me. In dire need of new test subjects."
"There is always a solution."
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The picture of a classic mad scientist, Dr. Beckett is wiry and slim, all arms and legs and barely contained energy. His hair is a dark blonde going prematurely grey/white, long enough to brush his chin, framing a face dominated by sharp features. His raptor namesake is fairly accurate; high, defined cheekbones, piercing dark blue eyes, a sharply pointed chin, everything about him hints at his boundless energy and relentless curiosity. His almost never seen without his off-white longcoat and interface glasses, usually wearing a shirt, tie, and waistcoat...along with hard-wear dark pants and combat boots. His most distinct physical feature is the elaborate tattoo starting at his fingertips and climbing all the way up to his neck, shoulder-blade, and collarbone on his right side, a relic of his wilder days in his youth.
RECORDED HISTORY: Born to a lower middle class family on Mars, Leonard was never an ordinary child. Displaying his brilliance early, he clashed with both his teachers and peers, flaunting his superior intellect; the basic education system posed no challenge for his brilliant mind. Scouted early as a child prodigy, he devoured knowledge at a prodigious rate, learning everything from advanced math, chemistry, biology, engineering, and computer science. As time went on, his genius was noticed by the UEC, and he was recruited to be a part of a government think-tank.
From age eighteen to twenty-six, Dr. Beckett was the wunderkind of this little black box group, devising everything from next-generation Bio-Augmentation to semi-intelligent security programs for secure servers. Then, one fateful day, the group was given it's greatest task yet.
Devise a biochemical weapon. The perfect biochemical weapon.
Dr. Beckett did.
Shortly afterward, he cut ties with the UEC, and focused his energies on electronic warfare and computer sciences, selling his services as a freelance consultant and engineer. Hired on as the chief designer for a one-of-a-kind starship, the good Doctor plans on liberating his labors for himself, rather than letting his erstwhile employers take his Magnum Opus for their own gain.