Buck s'est arrêté un moment, et a fait des visages drôles comme plus de gens l'ont rejoint.
Un homme avec un meilleur costume qu'il est entré dans la chambre, s'est appelé Deloran. Un certain Soren. Elle s'appelait Victoria. Et un petit garçon appelé Ahras.
"Vous pouvez tous m'appeler-" Buck était sur le point de dire, quand un autre buzzer fort l'a fait surprendre. Un major militaire, Orin Scenay, s'est installé dans la pièce et leur a donné un spiel.
C'était de la merde.
Envoyé dans une mission ridicule pour que M. Goody Two Shoes là-bas puisse garder sa bonne réputation, et que tous les problèmes nous soient évités. Si nous réussissons, c'est bien pour lui. Si nous échouons, nous sommes probablement morts et il ne perd rien. Dès qu'il en aura l'occasion, ce Scenay aura un bain permanent dans la rivière la plus proche.
Au moins, c'est ce que Buck a obtenu du "problème rapide" de Scenay.
"Mhm. Très bien. Bien sûr, monsieur Scenay. Que voulez-vous que nous tuh-do c'est si secret que vous ne pouvez pas envoyer vos chiens ici," Il a dit, gesturant aux hommes armés, "Tuh-do it for you? Ne peut pas se permettre de se salir les mains?"
Name: Chris Buckwood
Gender: M
Age: 34
Appearance: Buck sticks out in a crowd, thats for sure. His skin has somehow stayed relatively pale. His build is tall, thin, and gangly. His arms and legs are long and he walks as if he is always about to topple over, even if he is quite coordinated.
His head is shaved bald, and his light blonde hair makes his eyebrows hard to see. He had a beard that starts at the top of his ears and covers his jaw and chin, sticking off and outwards, looking like the bottom of a broom. Is's light color makes it hard to see under certain lighting conditions. His face is his most prominent feature, with deep set, dark green eyes that are almost always overshadowed. His skin is pulled tight over his face, as if there wasn't enough to go around and he had to make do. His cheek bones and jaw are highly pronounced, making it almost cringe-worthy when he swivels and adjusts his jaw. It's almost skull-like, all of this results in a tight-lipped, hungry looking smile.
Skills/Abilities:
Professional scam artist and scumbag.
Good with a gun, great with a knife, even better if you have sand in your eyes.
Best liar this side of the Mississippi. That's a long ways away.
Very...slippery. Not literally slippery. Figuratively. Perhaps literally, if the situation calls for it.
Liar's Dice. He's great at Liar's Dice.
Always has something up his sleeves.
Can make you feel bad.
You might be noticing some of these things are redundant, or similar to each other. That's because he's also good at making things sound better than they really are.
Personality:
Deceitful, greedy, arrogant, and armed with a sardonic sense of the common variety, Chris Buckwood is, unfortunately for the rest of our titular heroes, not someone you'd want to go on a galaxy-side roadtrip with. He's quick to get out of trouble as he is to get in it, and his "steal first face consequences later" attitude often gets him plenty of short stays in a plethora of backwater jails. He's smarter than everybody else and has it in his head that people are pretty stupid, and his experiences so far haven't convinced him otherwise.
If he can pull of a scam and get away with your cash, he'll do it. It's great at turning nothing into something that's worth nothing. His past escapades, though he can not remember any in particular, involve selling sea water as medicine from the Core Worlds to backwater doctors, or dice made out of exotic creature teeth, (i.e, some rocks.)
Despite his memory wipe, his scheming ways have not left him.