Voyant que l'infirmière vêtue n'était nulle part près d'abandonner sa position 'confortable', le garçon félin clique sur sa langue et continue d'éviter ses yeux vers le cyborg parlant. En prenant des gorgées du thé brassé par le majordome, Kidd écoutait, tout en pensant à l'aspect bizarre de la soi-disant « femme froide et étroite » dans sa conférence. Est-ce qu'elle s'en souciait? Ou est-ce qu'elle voulait qu'il sorte de leur vaisseau? Kidd ne pouvait pas exactement dire de son ton seul, mais jeter un coup d'œil à son expression avec sa 'position' actuelle n'était pas une option. Il ne voulait pas signer son souhait de mort si tôt ou dans ce genre de situation.
Le garçon est resté silencieux après sa pièce et a pris une dernière gorgée avant de répondre, "Vous savez, je ne vous ai jamais pris pour le type softie. Avec toute cette fille dure se lève, ne pouvait pas voir ce qui arrive à un kilomètre de loin." Il snipera son propre commentaire pendant un court moment avant de continuer. "Mais tu sais ce que tu ne pouvais pas savoir? J'ai utilisé ta être appelé Prisonnier #0715 et pour une bonne raison. J'ai été accusé comme un meurtrier de celui-ci Furlyne, vous voyez, un innocent, par stander qui s'est juste trouvé être au mauvais endroit au mauvais moment." Il y eut un silence assourdissant pendant un moment lorsque le regard de la Furlyne tomba sur le sol. L'image de la dague sanglante dans sa main a clignoté, un rappel désagréable de l'incident. Il n'a peut-être pas été le véritable tueur, mais la culpabilité est restée néanmoins.
"Nyways, je n'ai pas tellement de bonnes deux chaussures que vous pensiez que j'ai pu l'être. Mais ce n'est pas le problème, je reste peu importe ce que vous dites. J'apprécie les préoccupations, madame, mais j'ai pris ma décision. Vivre dans une olé ennuyeuse, une vie sûre n'est pas trop mal, mais vous savez, l'espace "venturer avec vous semble beaucoup mieux. Tu n'es pas le patron de moi donc c'est ça." Il a frappé sa paume ouverte sur son bureau pour souligner son point de vue, mais ce qu'il a oublié était le point de vue de l'inmentionnable en le faisant. Le visage choqué et stupéfait a duré quelques secondes avant qu'il ne s'éloigne de la vue et se retire du bureau de l'infirmière, puisqu'il avait clairement fait valoir son point de vue.
Name (& pronunciation): Kidd (KI-D) (Previously classified only as Prisoner #0715, new proper name given by mentor)
Date of Birth (& age): June 10, 42 years old (21 in human time measurement)
Place of Birth: Home planet of the Furlynes
Gender: Male
Species: Furlynes
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 52 kg
Personality:
The "straight man" of the group, which is not to be taken literally, specifically pertaining to the person who retorts to a dumb remark made by another. Due to being a Furlynes, he is usually reluctant towards beings of the other races, with the exemption of the former head technician of the military base he worked at, thus his retort against them are blunt if not sarcastic. While being such a character, he can be quite mischievous when time for being serious isn't called for, a trait he kept from his past on his home planet. "Geek" doesn't exactly suit his character but the Furlynes is pretty cunning and clever, in the long past used as his tools for his thievery, now put to good use on the ship as an assistant technician/mechanic which he now takes pride in. But the geek part is somewhat evident when he scolds crew members for destroying components of the ship, vital or not.
Likes: Aroma of freshly brewed coffee Warm mug of milk Taking naps in calm, serene environment Challenging mechanical repairs Feeling of newly polished tools
Dislikes: Being compared to a mere Earth cat Noise/Intrusion interrupting his work Crew members that frequently destroy the ship Busted mechanical equipment he cannot fix with his current skills and knowledge People bad mouthing towards his late mentor
Ambitions:
To be able to achieve further in the mechanical and technical field, even more than his mentor, the former technician of the ship.
To advance the features of the current ship that even his mentor would be proud of.
Strengths: Swift movement speed due to his light weight Mechanical and technical literacy
Weaknesses: Heavy physical activities that can be strenuous to the body, since he has a fairly thin build Feeling helpless after admitting he cannot repair specific damaged machinery
Fears: Being captured and put into custody Losing his memento of his mentor, a rusty old wrench
Interests: Machinery and technology Space aircrafts and their composition
History:
Being born to a pair of Furlyne parents who were in an unfortunate situation financially, the infant was abandoned on the streets only to be sheltered by various shop keepers of the public market, where he had been left by his parents. The Furlyne boy grew up with different names from each of the caretakers, none to his liking so he stuck with neither. He was a mischievous type of child, causing little troubles here and there, stealing small things that got him nothing but more trouble even with his fast feet. Seeing that this would not work for him in the future, he sought out a way to not be caught. And there it was, the infamous bunch of thieves of the town.
Since he was not welcome in the shop keepers' households anymore due to his bad habit of stealing, he moved into the thieves' hideout at the outskirts of town. But these were not common thieves, they had the skills and smarts―or rephrased as sneakiness- of an above average thief. This was where the Furlyne teen learned to quickly move with actual tactic instead of raw movement and how to handle a dagger or knife, but not on actual live beings. All of the thieves' brotherhood days ended for him when one day, he was framed for killing someone when in fact, he was too afraid of thrusting the dagger into someone fatally. The bloodied dagger was grasped in his hand as he was caught, left behind by his 'brothers'.
After a few to couple of years being locked up behind bars, he was given a number of choices for jobs to choose from, all of which were military related and he was to be heavily under surveillance. It was by chance that he took up the job of apprentice technician and met his mentor, the head technician of the base. He was skeptical at the middle aged human male, mostly because he hasn't exactly experienced co-existing with beings of the other races and was he even capable of subduing him, an experienced thief? The man didn't seem to be wary of him as an ex-convict nor a being of another species, what he cared about was the boy being able to get his job done but there was a problem. He had NO idea whatsoever about these so-called 'machinery'. He was a boy literally living on the streets, there was no way he could have learned anything of the sort unless he saw one in front of him.
It took quite a long while before all the basic knowledge about machinery and technology were crammed into his brain, the Furlyne grew fond of him over the passed time, being given a proper name he actually appreciated (since the mentor couldn't call him kid all the time which was ironic to his given name), a sense of actual trust from the human, and all the machinery they were able to build and repair together. But alas, the mentor's age eventually caught up to him and led him to rest in a natural cause. Kidd, the male Furlyne, vowed to keep his teachings alive by continuing his work as a technician with his head held high.
Currently, now that everything has gone to hell on Earth, where the military he was serving was located at, Kidd was accused as a spy now that the military has been corrupted. Escape was futile as he was captured and now on his way to a death row.
Romance: Yes?
Sexual preference: No specific preference, but slightly hesitant to involve himself with other races in such a way.
Role on the ship: Technician/Mechanic
Combat Skills:
Quite a skill in daggers and knives due to the experience as a thief, movement speed to be feared of, and his quick, cunning―sneaky to be precise-, tricks, which includes pick pocketing.