Charon plie ses bras et lève son menton, comme s'il était pris dans quelques pensées.
"Hmm un discours de médiateur convaincant. Mais vous avez glissé. Tu aurais dû utiliser le "guérison" au lieu de la rédemption. Ça laisse penser à vos arrière-pensées. C'était une erreur de débutant. Une erreur que votre Oracle ne ferait pas. Le gamin doit avoir du charisme et du cul si ce que tu as dit est vrai. J'aimerais en avoir autant."
Le médecin s'est arrêté, regardant de haut en bas les dix-neuf ans. "Weell, je pourrais envisager de me joindre. Je veux dire, vous essayez au moins de rechercher un remède."
Charon regarda alors autour de lui, jusqu'à ce que l'éblouissement de l'objectif pointe où le flux vidéo. Il a consacré un long et hypocrite sourire et a agité à elle. Je ne vais pas être pris si facilement
"Bon de vous rencontrer tous, je m'appelle Charles Ronnington. Où sont les livres?" Il a ajouté, en étendant une main.
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.