Charon regarda attentivement le moniteur, s'emparant de ses lunettes et les nettoyant. Quand la fille a parlé de se séparer avec les échantillons, tout son corps s'est considérablement tendu. Ses narines ont explosé.
"Ils font partie de mes recherches, celles-là. Je préfère défendre ceux avec ma vie." Il s'enfuit involontairement, sa colère s'empare de lui. Il s'est vite rendu compte de son erreur, alors qu'il composait son visage dans une mince illusion de civilité. Le deuxième commentaire qu'elle a fait n'a pas aidé. Il lui a rappelé ses échecs. Je vais aller jusqu'au bout et t'étrangler, petite merde. Même si ça veut dire casser... Accroche-toi. Les engrenages de Charon lui cliquent dans l'esprit, car ses pensées meurtrières lui font prendre conscience d'un peu de détail, le libellé du serment. Il a baissé la tête. Elle n'était pas au courant de ça, n'est-ce pas?
Comme un adulte méthodique, il a avalé fort. Perdre les échantillons serait un sacré coup, mais vous ne pourriez pas gagner toutes vos batailles. Vous aviez besoin de regarder le plus grand schéma. Perdre une bataille, gagner une guerre. Il a inhalé.
"Très bien. Tous les deux que j'accepte. Je jure sur la tombe de ma sœur et toutes les tombes de mes patients que je ne vais pas essayer de saper votre autorité en tant qu'Oracle."
Je vais vous saper. Ou bien tuez-vous. Ce serment a une deuxième lecture.
Name:Charles D. Ronnington, M.D. (self appointed) AKA Charon
Age: 22
Faction:Straggler, To Be Determined.
Personality: Charles appears at first an even tempered individual with a flawless work ethic, a rare throwback to how life was before the Virus. Charles doesn't compromise on human lives, and he tries to live and let live the best way he can in this world, offering guidance as perhaps one of the last -adults- this world has seen. However, cracks in his psyche are apparent. Charles has just lost too many things to the Virus to remain unaffected, and his inability to fight it burns him from the inside out. He's single-mindedly determined to find a cure or breakthrough to such an ailment.
Backstory: Charles was a humble medical student who was barely 19 when the outbreak started. As the plague overpowered the vast majority of adults and depleted the medical ranks aswell, Charles was soon fielded, despite his relative youth and lack of experience. Fully exploiting his resistance to the virus, he volunteered to deal with many afflicted patients, despite the obvious risk of infection. Seniors, children, all died in his hands without him unable to do anything about it. Yet he still lived. And he kept stubbornly refusing to ever give up.
By the time the plague had reshaped Kano, Charles was already a seasoned field medic, but one terribly broken and in grief. Taking the nickname of "Charon", the ferryman of the dead, as a self-parody of his ghastly patient record, he shouldered on, still determined to maintain the one little piece of medical expertise that the Virus was unable to exterminate, himself.
Other: Charon has been infected a grand total of 12 times during his tenure as field medic. As such, he's adquired a great degree of resistance to the illness even if he's past the assumed safe age of infection. He's familiar with many of the workings of the old world, specially in the way of medical expertise and equipment. Charon is also rather fit, and he has a decent left hook when the situation calls for it, but he's not a master martial artist. He has surgical precision when using blades, but it's more useful for proper healing than fighting. He usually wears a portable medkit in his backpack, as well as sample recollection material. He can drive decently, and he's managed to keep a motorbike up and running to this point.