Boilerplate preface (feel free to skip to character description!): This character is another example in the a set of completed characters I’m posting for the Deeps of Lyrae campaign. I made them for my players, or my players made them.
I’ll refer to them later on if I post recaps, and I thought that other GMs might want them–you should be able to just offer them to new players as a menu of pre-made character options that will work well together.
I didn’t do my own templates for this campaign, so these characters are worked up from templates in the list of published templates I posted a little while ago. The character designs I’ll post were also designed in response to my required character creation prompt for this campaign, and they usually take into account my campaign advice for character creation.
To refresh your memory, the prompt is: “Your character is on a boring backwater planet and has a good reason to want to become a space pirate.”
Dr. David Bremerton
It’s a rough ticket to be raised by a family of subversives. You’re a child-enemy of the Imperium yet you’ve done nothing to deserve it. Everyone rebels from their parents, but rebelling from a rebel’s upbringing? It caused David to swing much too far the other way: he ran away and enlisted in the air force.
Hiding all of his skeletons, he got the state to pay for med school. Now “Lieutenant Doctor Bremerton, Flight Surgeon,” the science of the brain attracted him. Neurology became his specialty. The government liked that — and put him to work in a secret weapons lab. Bribes and luck got him past the background checks, and amidst the experimental drugs and bionics he began to think, “Why waste all of this science on our enemies? What if I could improve… myself?”
When his superior officers found out that he had been conducting a series of self-experiments on his own brain it brought his military career to halt. He narrowly avoided jail. But more to the point, he succeeded! He had created an amazing ability: Bremerton’s super-memorization. Show Dr. Bremerton a quick video explaining how to do something, and he just got it. A few minutes of effort brought him to the level of a trained professional! But his super-learning was transient: the skills worked for a while, but then they faded away. And he was left with a potentially lethal addiction to a synthetic brain chemical. He found it to be a good trade.
No longer an officer, he still had his medical license. It was time to get out from under this cloud and on to new challenges. While he never saw combat, his military training produced a fondness for trick shooting and a subscription to “Laser Pistol Aficionado Monthly.” A lanky pistol-twirling medico must be useful to somebody! He’ll just keep quiet about his lineage and those pesky brain experiments and see what comes. But the Imperium doesn’t forget.