dose natch

personality: despite his hardships, Dose can be incredibly amicable and in his heart of hearts cares for other people who are on his level… even if it leads to him getting ripped off and stomped on. He has a frightening vicious streak but is extremely sentimental. He’s all emotions all the time all the time.

background: he started out a bum drunk and a bad gambler but terrible mistake at work one night lead to ----------’s sudden involvement with a bizarre local crime ring made things worse. This started a nightmare he wishes didn’t span a few hundred years. A lost bet, a terrible debt and an eccentric crimelord with his fingers in pies far beyond the ethical cutting edge of science was a terrible recipe; he can still recall the laughter as he was told he would be accompanying the strange man and his fortune into the future as a loyal servant… via cryostasis.

“My departure is too soon, you see. There’s no other way to reasonably pay off a debt this large,” Mr. ---------- had crooned “... except to come with me.” Then the tranq hit his neck and it was all cold silence and dreams.

When ----------- woke up, the machines had mostly failed, he had nothing to his name but the money in his pocket and countless years had passed. Completely believing he had been the only survivor of the “trek into the future” because of the lucky tattoo he had gotten just weeks before his frozen debt interment, he took on a new identity in this strange future world: Dose Natch. Dose for his new immunity to poison, and Natch because, well...

A fresh start had never looked so bad.

Lately he’s been hired by a group known as Carnation Moon, an orbiting satellite city-state full of pirates, thieves, spies and anarchists; those abandoned by society come to the arms of the Courtesan-Queen… he had just been a casino janitor a few weeks before. Queen? Moon? Spy? It’s horseshit as far as he’s concerned, but he’s dodged neural experimentation, deadly riots and mafia executions to make the so-called elite that dragged him into the future regret giving him a future at all.

abilities: so far he has avoided most tampering that would have given him neural hacking or psychic powers or anything incredibly fancy

items: very light concealed kevlar armor (a glorified shirt with stab proof panels and heavy pants-apron with similar armor), glasscutter laser gloves, a round panel mask/headgear that doesn’t do much but make him look like a reject daft punk member and work as a voice modulator, carnation tabard (a piece of clothing that is essentially a big, fashionable circuit board used for storing useful data and codes, and for processing decryption because he is 100% not smart enough to do that himself)

natural abilities: all of Dose’s abilities are naturally trained, save for his bizarre resistance to poison which he gets his moniker from. No one is sure if it’s a genetic mutation or his constant exposure in the underworld, but this double-edged ability saves him some trouble when it comes to tranquilizers but means a good deal of pain medications do not work on him. He’s incredibly good at risk math and on the fly tactics and his reflexes have been honed through the clever use of slot machines. Good at throwing knives due to countless hours of pub darts. Knows how to mop REALLY WELL.