Position: Field Medic
Demeanor: Tried, and kind, blankety still has some happiness built into him somewhere despite all the war and suffering.
Nature: A bit guilty over lives he didn't save, but still pushes through to help others anyways. Blankety became a healer to do what the title said, to heal people.
Description: Bulkier European fellow. Short cut hair, often in fatigues and never without his medkit.
- Physical Health: 7
- Mental Health: 7
- Physical Defense: 5
- Mental Defense: 3
- Perception: 4
- Agility: 2
- Strength: 3
- Persuasion: 3
- Bluff: 2
- Melee: 3
- Ranged: 3
- Survival: 3
- Medical: 5
- Do No Harm Is Flexible: 3. Blankety was a medic back in wartimes and has had to more then once defend his charges while they're injured. (+3 to Ranged while administering medical help to a patient.)
- Triage: 1. In an intense situation tough decisions are a real thing. Sometimes you have to determine who needs saving more then another. (+1 to PERC to determine the extent of wounds.)
- Gunshot Wound Specialist: 5. After a few years of pulling out bullets Blankedy is basically a specialist in that field. (+5 to MEDICAL when treating gunshot wounds.)
- Evac!: 2. Blankety also has more then enough experience having to pull out wounded in high-pressure situations. Such as when mortars are falling all around you and you need to run for your life. (+2 STR when carrying wounded.)
- No Stranger To Horror: 1. Being a medic means you see some nasty garbage. Whether it's gangrene, flesh-eating bacteria, or just plain old intestines everywhere. (+1 MDEF against gore.)
- Ithaca-37 Combat Shotgun
- 12-gauge shell satchel
- Browning M1911 handgun
- .45 ACP magazines
- Advanced Survival Pack (Binoculars, canteen, rations, compass, rope, field-medical equipment)
To say that Claude DeVries has seen a lot would be a bit of an understatement. A Belgian physician by training and trade, DeVries grew up in a fractious time in his home city of Brussels, going from a youth in the 20s to teens spent in the worldwide economic depression of the 30s. Nonetheless, DeVries managed to take his family’s lower-upper-class roots and run with them, graduating from medical school with his physician’s license right as German tanks rolled over the border.
DeVries spent the wartime years dodging bullets and shells while patching up Germans and Belgians both, his Hippocratic oath becoming significantly strained at times, in a period leading to the war’s end that he refuses still to speak about. It’s true that he saw more blood and guts than any physician should have in only five years of practice, and the stressors of life under the occupation made him antsy, agitated and unattached to his own home. He had to put more than a few men in the ground for shooting at him when he was working, and it’s a shame he wanted to flee from, nevermind the memories of falling bombs and dying men begging to know if they’d be okay.
It’s for that reason amongst many that DeVries took an offer from an English friend of his to travel to an India balking under English rule and agitating for independence. He wanted to get away from his ruined home and the memories present there, and soon enough found himself mired in a much more challenging quagmire of politics, religion, and social discontent. Again his Hippocratic oath was strained: A foreigner, siding with the occupiers, yet immersing himself with the populace in an attempt to serve his duty. Gunshot wounds, knife wounds and worse were his daily life, leaving DeVries a mentally scarred mess for a handsome mid-aged Belgian, but not once did he falter in what he saw as a sacred duty.
It’s that determination that caught the Foundation’s attention. After some years of practice back in Europe after fleeing a newly independent India, DeVries was given another job offer, this one from the Foundation: They could use a medic like him, and he was seeking fulfillment. DeVries accepted.
- Partial Belgian
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