"I don't know where he's from, ma'am. I don't think anyone does, really. He quite the private sort, this one. From what I gather, it's most likely somewhere in the Outer Colonies. A barren, sun-scorched rock, where dust is the number one commodity, like as not. An orphan too, from reading his files."
"He entered the Royal Academy at age twelve, and despite a list of infractions long as my coachman's arm, he quickly impressed his teachers with his natural grasp of all things concerning the Aether. He's a bit of a loner, and seems to have a deeply rooted contempt for authorities. At age fourteen he almost got himself expelled for punching a professor. Only after direct intervention from the Bureau of Unforeseeable Affairs did the Academy relent -- yes, ma'am, direct intervention, it says. No, ma'am, it does not mention a name."
"At age fifteen he built his first Aether-craft, a sun-board. The professors said it was quite ingenious, and that the boy had solved a problem that had confounded the Queen's best engineers for generations. This, however, did not mean that he had relented his earlier wild ways. He broke just about every harbour-regulation, up to and including causing an Aetherjammer to crash into the piers. Needless to say, the gendarmes cared little for the boy genius's bright future, and the Bureau had to step in again. No name this time either, ma'am. The magistrate gave him the choice between hard labour and joining the ranks."
"His service record is as one might suspect: disrespecting a superior officer, neglect, breach of conduct, misappropriation of the Queen's property... Would you like me to continue, ma'am?"
"Very well. He served on a patrol skiff in the Lesser Colonies for a year and a half, then he goes absent without leave for five weeks. He is apprehended in a star-port on Alenna by the provosts, with a girl of course, and shipped back to Corregidor for sentencing. This time he does time -- no, ma'am, the Bureau isn't mentioned, but one can only assume someone saved his neck from the noose. Three years in Duskrock, he got, and it seems it did him good."
"The girl, ma'am? Died on Alenna a year later. Grey fever, ma'am."
"Upon release, he is recruited by the Bureau, and since then he's been all over the place, Baradin, Cordomar, Varanger, Fellport, New Waymar, Hesselrich, the list goes on... You may literally say he's been to Hell and back, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am, I think he's the perfect man for the job."
Intelligence 4, Wits 3, Resolve 4
Strength 1, Dexterity 4, Stamina 3
Presence 4, Manipulation 3, Composure 3
Mental: Academics 2, Calculon 4, Medicine 2, Occult 4, Science (Aethertech) 5
Physical: Athletics 4, Firearms 4, Pilot 5, Stealth 5, Weaponry 2
Social: Empathy 2, Intimidation 3, Streetwise 3, Subterfuge 4
Status (BUA) 2
Status (Commonwealth) 2
Initiative Mod 7
Vibroblade -- dice-pool 5 (AP)
Nix Prototype 123 (pistol) -- dice-pool 13 (AP); explosives: dice-pool 8, dmg 6/6; darts: dice-pool 9 (AP), poison
Grenades -- concussion: 8/8; frag: 10/10; gas: 4/unconscious
Jump-pack, armour, gas-mask, Tenebral goggles, tool-kit, grappling hook & steel-line/w gun-mount, medicinal aggregate, various minor fantastic and unbelievable gadgets.
Storyteller's note: Yes, that is Bobba. The first time I saw him I knew I had to find a job for him.
[Picture source: 1 Bjorn Hurri; 2 Daniel Dociu]