I ACTUALLY PLAN ON PLAYING THIS CHARACTER IN THE NEAR FUTURE.
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Advanced Information:
Name: Stanislaus C Berg
Age: 42
D.O.B: July 3rd 2255
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Mobile Infantry
Role(s): Radio Operator, Moral Support.
Kin: Erae Bellic, Long Lost Sister.
Homeworld: Phobos
Alignment: Dazed and Confused (Chaotic Good)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Hazel
Build: Strongman
Rank: Private
Backstory:
"When I was a boy, I had to go to the dentist for a filling. The following night, as my mind drifted into the land of the night, I heard music. 'Oy vey', I professed. 'Papa, there has been a discovery.' But then, I remembered, that I had no papa. I was taken care of primarily by the good will of the Ladies of Phobos, and to my surprise, I was never abused. So anyway, back to the tale, I deduced quite fabulously that it was my new metal tooth that has allowed me such a gift. I waited for a few days, desperately filling my mouth with intense basic materials, alternating with acidic. By the ninth day my mouth was as rotten as a my sister's personality. By that, I mean it was not that bad, but it had its moments. So, determined to continue with my dainty desire to listen upon my neighbor's short wave radio while I nuzzled my sheets, I took to my mouth with a ball peen hammer that I liberated from the janitor at my local pet store. 'Youch', and 'Jeeze', I would growl after every wack. It was quite painful. That doesn't matter anymore. It is quite in the past. I returned to the dentist and professed, 'Well hello, I beseech thee, fix my candy-ridden mouth.'. He looked at me, a confused look upon his sub human, dentist face. Luckily, I had brought my sad face, and soon the man was taken by my starving puppy dog eyes. He fixed my teeth, and I could hear the world. I saved so much money on satellite radio. I was able to put myself through college. Able. I didn't actually go. I had a desire to leave this universe, and in an attempted suicide I feel into a coma. What I didn't foresee is the endless amounts of podcasts I would hear simultaneously. Let me tell you, a ten year coma is no joke. When I finally awoke at the age of 22, I had a new outlook on life. It is shameful to admit, and I dare say it is one of my greatest fears, I used to be a bug sympathizer. USED TO. Then, I realized that, hey, bugs are disgusting. They squirm, they spread disease, they bite, and those are just the small ones. When Bellic came to me, discovered me after my long sleep, I developed a patriotism that I didn't know was possible to feel. Sure, I've watched FedNet, I've watched my executions. But now, now I understand it. What could my part be? We all know the saying, 'I'm doing my part!', but what most people don't understand, is how hard it can be to find what part you have to do. Anyone can shoot a gun, fewer can kill. Anyone can bandage a wound, few can save a life. Anyone can pilot a vehicle, few can turn one into a machine of destruction. I asked myself the question, 'Oh, Berg, in your limited years, your skill set has remained dwindled by circumstance, what CAN you do?'. I cried, I toiled among my own fear and defeatist thoughts. The answer was there all along. Radio. It will forever be a part of me. I am not quick. I am not accurate. I can only offer the lessons I have learned in life. By now, I imagine you understand I have no problem talking. You're so observant. So yes, radio. I operate. Do you? Anyone can speak into a radio, but not everyone can CONVEY what needs to be said. I joined up."
Attributes:
Strength: 16/20
Dexterity: 6/20
Constitution: 11/20
Intelligence: 8/20
Wisdom: 18/20
Charisma: 16/20
Misc. Attributes:
Limp in left leg, not painful, just a deformity.
Permanently bald on the top of his head from a HMX accident.
Appears autistic at times, is not.
Combat Rating: 2/10
Pain/Health: 8/10
Wealth: Given up all belongings as part of a spiritual program for the developmentally disabled.
Other Information:
Diaper and piss fetish.
Likes to arm wrestle.
Spiritual to a fault.
Character Description:
Six foot tall and 239 pounds. Hairy knuckles, feet abnormally large.
Teeth are metallic and stained, jaw is offset from a ball peen hammer. The gut protrudes slightly. While not attractive, being near him solicits a sense of security and friendliness.
Personal Relationships - Family
Erae Bellic: "My nineteen year old sister. What can I say? Mom must have been busy. I love her, I don't know her very well, so her being my superior doesn't affect me that much. She's cute, and I'm sure that helps her keep her subordinates in line... or maybe it doesn't? What do I know, I was there for her 5th birthday. 'Mr. Berg', she would say, 'A ham radio is not an acceptable gift for a young lady.' I was heartbroken, and replied, 'That is too bad.'."
