Galifestus “Fess” Digby (Tourist)

Gender: Male
Age: Late sixties
Career: Over; has had several.

Quote: "I’m just trying to enjoy my retirement, golrammit!"


Description:
Like an old gnarled tree, he stands a little off center. Craggy scarred skin, spotted with age, and ruddy with sun exposure. Hair more white than grey stands thick in unruly order upon a head bowed with age. Sharp blue eyes peer out from bushy brows. Usually dressed in a suit a decade out of fashion and a wide brim hat. When he’s relaxed, though, it’s an old moth-eaten sweater and dungarees.

Personality:
Gruff and hard, mostly. In situations of crisis, he falls back on his old military manners; otherwise it’s the old farmer. Has an obscure sense of humor, set off by jokes long forgotten.

Personality/role playing tips:
Rough old voice, but keeps silent as often as offering anything. More of a doer than a talker, but has enough life behind him, he’s learned to think actions through. A planner.


Skills:
Doesn’t like guns, much, but knows how to use them real well.

Also skilled with a knife.

Jujitsu black belt, still practices as well as Tai Chi.

A lot of experience, common knowledge of history.

Passable medic.

Pretty good cook.

Knows Law enforcement procedures and such.

Familiar with investigation techniques.

Private motivation:
Rest and relaxation.

Background:
Fess grew up in a small settlement on a dusty moon. His father scratched a living from the half cooked soil, raising gen eng vegetables and his whole life. When his father died, the corporation came to collect on the farm’s debts and offered Fess a cheap buyout.

Fess took the money and headed to the core on a brand new Firefly aught two. On his fifteenth birthday he first set foot on Sihnon. He was looking for the cultural center of the Alliance, and instead found odd jobs that paid just enough to keep him alive. At 17, tired of scratching in the streets like his father scratched in the dust, he joined the marines.

Two tours and several interesting events followed, and he had enough money to go to university on Persephone. Studying criminology and investigation, minoring in history, Fess graduated in the middle of his class. That’s when he entered the police force the first time. He served on Persephone for several years before transferring to Londinium for a few more.

Tired of the cop game, Fess got on a large cargo ship as a steward and security op. He had served on the New Belgium for nearly five years when a reactor accident blew the ship’s doctor to atomic dust. He was pressed into service as a ship’s medic, and found he had a knack for it. He decided to go back to school and look into it. He had a free period and took a course in cooking. He was almost ready to be certified as an emergency medic when he decided cooking was really more his bag and went into culinary courses.

After two years as a souse chef, he was looking forward to his first day as a Head Chef when the war came home to him. He was a dozen meters away when his restaurant exploded. Already well past the age of a soldier, he tried to help out where he could, volunteering as a medic.

By unification day, he was of age to retire, but he decided to keep working for a while. Back to cooking, he served on a Liner running tours through the core for four years. Saving where he could, he put his nest egg down on a small farm out in the rim worlds and headed there to retire.

Soon after he arrived, the town elected him Sheriff because of his experience, and he hadn’t even run for the job. They just showed up one day and handed him a badge and a gun. He reluctantly served for a couple years before announcing he was going to retire for good and would be taking a vacation on the next boat in, whether a skiff or a dreadnought.

After a long and varied career, Fess decided to go on one last vacation, swearing to take the next boat offworld.