<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jacob "Sink" Sinclair (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15729522#msg15729522)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Chief Engineer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Dark Green overalls with oil stains.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>In for a snack<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jay, Namir, Open<br/><br/><strong></strong><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><strong>"A barrage of questions, but no answers? You truly ARE councilor Tevos in disguise!"</strong>Sink gasps with feigned surprise while leaning that Mechanical arm closer to the asari, showing the beaut off.<strong>"One half Systems Alliance Medical Corps, the other have genuine Jacob Sinclair. The better half, if you ask me!"</strong>Jacob announces with quite the bit of pride in his own handiwork. That given that he makes several motions to present the functions inherent, whizzing and whining coming from the systems inside quite audible at the close range. The palm and fingers open up and fingers separate in a bunch of tiny tendrils each with a different type of tool attached to it, not dissimilar to an integrated Swiss army knife.<strong>"It's got everything but the kitchen sink."</strong><br/><br/>That bringing his attention to Namir, and his inquiry, while letting Asari gawk at his arm.<strong>"Which reminds me, That'd be me, Jacob Sinclair, or Sink when you feel informal. Chief Engineer. We were supposed to have a quartermaster, but I assume that was a no-show as I got reassigned to storage duty as well. Not that I mind, I like to keep a tight lookout on supplies as is." </strong><br/><br/>With that his arm tools retract inside the metal hand with a cracking sound emitting from inside as his middle finger tendrils refuses to retract and begins to tug back and forth as it attempts it twice more. Jacob's eyebrows burrow as he moves to stare his normal and cyber-eye towards the malfunctioning appendage.<strong>"Really, now? When I'm trying to show off to a cutie? Good timing, middle, very good."</strong>He leans his head down in defeat, sighing deep.<strong>"Now, I could go for that drink. <span class="bbc_u">Heavy</span> on the rum." </strong>