Chris s'est frotté la tête chauve et s'est cogné les yeux, clignotant alors qu'il s'ajustait à la lumière. Il s'assit lentement sur le lit de métal, grogneant au fur et à mesure qu'il partait. C'est pas vrai. Ses muscles étaient endoloris, sa tête blessée, sa mâchoire avait un cran. Que s'est-il passé hier soir? Son visage est devenu vide pour un petit moment. Les rouages dans son esprit allaient en heures supplémentaires.
- C'est quoi, ça?
Oui.
C'est de l'amnésie.
Merde.
Ce n'est pas bon. Il avait l'impression d'avoir été quelques endroits difficiles à son époque, et bien qu'il ne se souvienne de rien en particulier, il avait l'impression que c'était le plus collant des endroits difficiles. Il s'assurait que la métaphore avait du sens et regardait autour de la pièce. Des vêtements dans le coin, probablement le sien.
Ils étaient gris, comme cette vilaine combinaison qu'il portait. Un costume de trois pièces, complet avec cravate noire élégante. Sympa. Il y avait quelques petits trous, mais ils étaient difficiles à voir. Il s'est glissé de sa combinaison et l'a jeté sur le sol. Sentant dans ses poches de vêtements neufs ou anciens, il sentait quelque chose de circulaire et métallique. Entre le milieu et l'index, quand il a sorti sa main, était une pièce d'argent double face. Les deux côtés de la pièce étaient les mêmes... têtes.
Une phrase est entrée dans son esprit.
"Les têtes, je gagne. Tails, tu perds."
Sans rien faire d'autre qu'attendre, il secoua le phénomène et s'assit de façon décontractée sur son lit, traversant sa jambe droite au-dessus de sa gauche.
Après un bref trajet, un buzzer aigu éclate d'un mégaphone invisible, faisant sauter Chris. Une porte s'est ouverte. C'est inquiétant. Mais, au moins, c'était du progrès!
Il a fait un long pas en dehors de sa "cellule", et ce n'était qu'un moment avant d'avoir de la compagnie.
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.