Name: 			Miles Pentegost
CIN:			61019597
Crime:			ANARCHIST


Goal

Escape (Wants to find another planet to settle on and call it New Britain, built on the precepts of raw, angry sex, drug abuse, alcoholism, individual liberty and honouring the Queen, may God bless her and give her a long life, cheers.)

Attributes

Strength:		8
Reflexes:		8
Wit:			10
Willpower:		5
Social:			4
Intimidation:	9

Gauges

Despair:		0
Guilt:			4
Insanity:		1

Traits

-Jailhouse Rock
-Maverick
-Cold-Blooded
-Knife Fighter
-Sixth Sense

Gear

-Shiv (1d4 twice, +1 damage for d10 defense dice instead of d12)
-Prison Overalls
-Personal Hygiene Kit
-Boots
-Magnetic Bracer
-Ration Pack
-Light Rod x5

Backstory

Upbringing: Raised in Neo-London in a wholesome middle-class family, he never took the ULTRA shariah laws that spread across the country to heart despite the best effort of reeducators. Increasingly sliding into anarchistic and destructive behaviour as he grew older. What a surprise it was when the jail sentence he eventually earned turned indefinite. Cunts.

Mental Instability: Having shivved about a dozen convicts over the years he developed an obsessive need to sharpen his weapons, which he does in practically every free moment he has.

The Crime: Vandalism, high vandalism, battery, mugging, theft, public indecency, prostitution, drug abuse, larceny, trespassing, loitering, defamation of Terran World Order, heresy against ULTRA Shariah law, refusal to wear bow ties with his school uniform,
engaging in unsanctioned poetry, resisting arrest, assaulting officers of the Terran World Order.

Fears: Rapidly flickering lights permanently became a phobia thanks to the memories of the reeducation facilities. He also has a deep seated fear of the void. Though if he knew what was outside the ship NOW, he'd get over that phobia real quick.