Godot_Rodriguez

• Name: Godot Diego Rodriguez


Physical Description


• Age: 31
• Sex: Male
• Height: 6'2"
• Weight: 215 lbs.
• Species: Grey Wolf
• Eyes: Indigo
• Hair: Black
• Clothes: Varies to fit the situation, but his employer seems fine with him often lacking a shirt.


Background


• Employment: Ēostre Trading Company, forty-second division
• Trained in: Hodgepodge of brawling, grappling and boxing, with no distinct discipline

Godot Rodriguez is a quiet sort, the type to mind his own business and give off an unapproachable aura. It would be like pulling teeth to get him to say much more than his name and occupation, which he'll give reasonably readily if with a bored sigh. It's hard to blame him, under the circumstances; working long stretches as security for whatever frigate or caravan the Ēostre Trading Co assigns him to doesn't give him a lot of chances to make acquaintances he'll ever see again - or at least that's his take on things. At least it's stable work.

For standard weeks or months at a time he can be on duty, following a fairly simple lifestyle of keeping an eye on things and being ready for combat with space pirates, local bandits, treacherous officers, and other threats. He'll pass the time with rest, workouts, training, or just making rounds, the alertness one would expect of his position ground down into a similarly functional ennui. He'll engage whenever's necessary, of course, but damned if he won't act completely put out by the effort, even in emergency situations that should demand seriousness. Make no mistake, he's good at his job. Too good, really.

Naturally, a job that comes with such long shifts comes with long breaks inbetween, and a benefit of hitching a ride with a trading company is a free ride through entire systems, leaving Godot with plenty of time to pursue his hobby of exploring. But the damnedest thing about having an entire galaxy open to you is you end up running out of curiosity after a while. This nature hike is in a forest, but this one is on a frozen tundra, and this one is atop impossibly high stone spires, and this one is in the hollow created by a planet's mantle contracting. Call him cynical - as would be appropriate - but he's hardly surprised or impressed by any of it anymore. He's not even the type to take photos, more's the pity. Even so, he still hops planetside at every opportunity. Maybe he's looking for something else?

Supposedly one of the FurriesEverywhere