Name: Rufus Townsend Gender: Male, Straight Age/DOB: 22@Events/1984 Origin: Repurposed Earth, Detroit Michigan Family: Deceased, but will likely establish a family himself some day, as he was not within a City when the suppression fields went up. Other: If Eli Vance is considered 'everyone's adopted dad', Rufus is 'the weird uncle that wants you to get that polyp looked at'. Everyone likes him, until he gets That Look In His Eye and makes you go to the clinic for a checkup. Height: 5'9", about 5'11 with the hair... Weight: 150, average frame, and slightly less toned than he was when in the military Hair: Black, done in loose dreds as shown, rarely longer than shoulder length but will tie them back if they get in the way of any medical process. He might hide things in it. Eyes: Reddish brown, tired Appearance: Medium to dark brown skin, with small acne scars and a reasonable number of moles and blemishes. Wide nose, full lips, with a vandyke goatee and stubble almost always present. Wears eithe a lab coat and scrubs, or combat medic armor as shown, depending on the needs at the time Genetic Abilities: None, but shows strong empathy toward humans and Vorts alike Icarus Processing: None, would not enhance anything particularly at his age |
Image Credits: Valve / tektek |
Skills or Profession: Medical training from university and field medic experience from military service. Is quite confident with triage skills as well as basic emergency needs. Has a good but firm bedside manner, when he does get "That look" he means business and he will not take 'I don't wanna' for an excuse. He has experience with emergency surgery, but prefers preventative care. Can set bones, stitch skin injuries, treat burns, and knows how to determine what treatment regimen is needed for any post-op care. Where Chris does most of the childbirth and family care in the Rookery as well as other instances of Black Mesa, Rufus is more in the field even though his skills could warrant him remaining full time as a physician. He also has weapons training, is able to use pistols, rifles, and picked-up Combine equipment reasonably well, though he prefers not to have to. Rufus is adept at following orders, getting clarification, and relaying information in a concise format to people who might not otherwise understand it. In other words: he is the kinder-gentler drill Sergeant that anyone really wanted in boot camp. | |
Personality: Rufus prefers not to be the center of attention, and likes people to focus on their own work rather than gawking at him while he does his. That said, he's a nice guy, fun at parties, and yes, he does party pretty hard when he's able. When needed, he's completely professional and no-nonsense. In the emergency room, clinic, or in the field doing any medical work, you follow his orders or you get kicked out of the area until he's done. He can be quite specific about his orders, though, and has a way with remembering who can do what, so he doesn't start ordering around inexperienced kids or expecting too much from someone who is unable. He very much has two phases to his demeanor, the happy rasta-inspired goofball with a massive joint in his hand, or the keen-eyed and firm-handed medic. | |
Events or History: As a kid in Detroit, Rufus got to know the ins and outs of street culture, and knew that it would come back to haunt him if he fell too deeply into a gang or turf wars. So he knuckled down in school, kept his head out of trouble - sure he enjoyed (and still enjoys) his vices, but they were never at the expense of either his health or his security. He was barely an intern at a local medical school when the Events happened in 2006, and rather abruptly, he was drafted into the military. Thankfully he was placed among the right folks - he learned quickly that they needed people like himself with any amount of medical training, and that kept him from seeing active duty for a while, however he served two tours of active duty around the Middle East, and then was sent home. He was not able to get back into medical school - the school itself had been leveled during a Portal Storm - but he did find a clinic in need, and remained with them for numerous years until the Combine came. After the Combine, however, he realized that things were going to go downhill very quickly, so he and a number of other refugees made their way from place to place, avoiding the Cities and keeping to the outlands. Even with the dangers that they faced, he helped lead the group south to Alabama, where they were eventually found by the Pantheon. He has never been too distressed by the weird things that the Pantheon group does, in fact he relishes it because at least they get that spotlight he's not fond of. He's in awe of Sandy and her ability to heal, but equally with Chris and his calm and trustworthy demeanor. He likes to think that he's somewhere between them, in terms of raw medical skills - Sandy does what she does without really having too much professional-level knowledge, and Chris puts his downloaded skills to use remarkably well. Rufus has a hands-on approach like Sandy, with a steady and strong background in school. Once the Rookery is established, he was among the group selected (somehow, he remembered a fictional bit of a book... why was it no longer fiction? All he has to do is look around for that, there are literal alien lifeforms living next to him in their dorm, after all!) to stand by as a set of eggs hatched. When Qyvneth's mind touched his for the first time, he had no idea what to do, except obey her hunger and return her love. They make a terrific team, and he relies on the dragon for both companionship and defense. |
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Dragon Name: Qyvneth (kiv neth), "Kivvy" |
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