Dr. Kristof Lander, PhD

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Username: [Avaz]

Name: Dr. Kristof Lander, PhD

Gender: Male

Age: 43

Occupation: Developmental Research Scientist, Ares Hardware

PiN: Real - C6H2(NO2)3CH3 _{(The formula for TNT)}

Expertise: The manufacturing and use of stationary and mobile anti-personnel devices with explosive charges. Fancy talk for "he makes bombs and grenades."

Weapons: Access to a few fragmentation grenades, stun grenades, EMP grenades, smoke bombs. He's also got a gram of C4 he can stash in a pocket in case of emergencies, but he seems to forget to pick up the fuses. If things get too hairy, he's got a metal club stashed in his thigh (imagine how Robocop retrieves his sidearm) for close-quarters combat, though he'd prefer to stay at range.

Appearance: He's a middle-aged man of average height, but lanky of build. His hair has begin to grow streaks of salt in mostly pepper-brown hair. He wears his white lab coat as if it were a uniform.

The right thigh of his pants have been tailored to include an opening for the benefit of his one and only augmentation. After his femur transplant some years ago, he opted to have a titanium one installed. During the operation, some of his leg muscles were also replaced with mechanical and electronic servos, so it would allow for the installation of an open cavity for the placement of small objects.

Around his ears he commonly wears a device called a STMD (Sound Tuning and Modulation Device). Basically, they are in-ear buds that act like "eyes for the ears." In essence, the same way that the eye's iris opens and closes in reaction to varying levels of light, the STMD also opens and closes depending on ambient volume. The reason he wears them is to protect his own ears from the otherwise-inevitable damage they'd suffer from his close work with explosives. If something explodes with a loud bang, the STMD instantly reacts and shuts closed, so all he hears is a muffled thud.

Personality: By all accounts, Kristof is a grumpy man. The few friends he has, he is fiercely loyal to, but it's quite difficult for him to call new people "friend." He speaks little, and when he does, it's usually a grunt of affirmation. He is a true workhorse, often putting in 80 hours a week in the lab, constantly designing new explosives or tweaking existing ones.

Distinguishing marks or traits: As a result of his leg operation, he walks around with a slight hobble and is generally slower than he should be. But still functional enough to run for a short burst if he absolutely had to. Those not familiar with his surgery would only think it odd that his pants were slit in the side. He is unremarkable, an otherwise perfect cog in the machine.

History: Growing up, Kristof was just like many other students. Mediocre in many things, awkward and shy with girls, and kept to his small clique of friends. His university experience wasn't much better. He hardly ever dated, and when he did, they often didn't end well for one reason or another. As a result, he never married.

For his studies, he was mediocre as stated, unable to find his calling. However, he was always fascinated with the chemical reactions involved in every day life. The process of changing states of matter (water to gas, etc) excited him, but he didn't think there was a future in just being curious with life.

So he settled for a research position making consumer doodads. That is, until he found that his Mega Corp had a division devoted to explosives. It was then that he finally had something to devote his life to.

Other: The STMD he wears is the only one like it in existence. It was also his own creation - the last thing he made before requesting a transfer to his current station to work with stuff that goes boom.

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