Demeanor: Soldier
The Soldier is not a blindly loyal follower. While she exists for orders, she does not adhere to them unquestioningly. More independent than a Conformist but too tied into the idea of command to be a Loner, the Soldier applies her own techniques to others’ goals. While she may seek command herself someday, her ambitions lie within the established hierarchy and structure. The Soldier has no compunctions about using whatever means necessary to do what needs to be done, so long as the orders to do so came from the right place.
Nimbus: roar of the crowd
Quote: “No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.”
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Tool: brass knuckles
Oliver Masters is a 44 year old male smuggler.
He has long, straight, golden hair shaved on both side and brown eyes.
He has smooth, pockmarked skin.
He stands (5'11") tall and has a muscular build.
He has an oval, fanciable face with a long goat patch beard.
He smells heavily of cheap cologne.
He easily holds grudges.
He is slightly conceited.
He is a compulsive gambler.
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Relationship Status
Single