<strong>Disclaimer:</strong>Due to "popular" demand I give you the financier and DropShip Commander Kevin Perkins. This is the only information that is available to the player characters through official files and hearsay. Further information can only be found if you for some reason feel like you want to interact with this NPC any further. Be further aware that you don't<em>have</em>to interact with him unless you want to and that generic hatred and tired complaints about said NPC can be PMed to nobody in particular. If you actually have a new complaint about him, please post it to the OOC thread or PM me.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kevin Perkins<br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Homeworld:</strong>Terra<br/><strong>Original Faction:</strong>ComStar<br/><br/><strong>Description:</strong>A man in his mid sixties, his most defining physical attribute is his extensive cybernetic replacements. Both his arms have been rebuilt as well as some of his inner organs. He is physically fit but no longer in his prime, his black hair is starting to get grey streaks here and there and the wrinkles get more numerous by the year. The scar running down the length of his face is a constant reminder of the dangers of crashing a DropShip. He usually dress in suit pants and vests of classic Terran cut.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong>Kevin Perkins was born into a very affluent noble house on Terra. He was groomed through his childhood and teenage years to become an Acolyte in the Order and eventually rise to prominence all the way up to the First Circuit. Perhaps it was this constant pressure that instead pushed the young man into service in the Explorer Corps, but he always claimed it was a hunger for the unknown that drove him. Fairly early in his service he got in a fight with a MechWarrior named Kilroy Bones over an insult against his fellow ASF-pilots. Even though Bones was twice the size, Perkins held his own and a grudging respect between the two would flourish over the years into a deep bonded friendship.<br/><br/>The two of them rised through their respective ranks with Kevin becoming Commander of the same DropShip that Bones were BattleMech Company Commander on. They perfected themselves in their respective fields, Perkins using his earlier grooming to do covert drops and successful blockades of planetary communications with very limited resources. Luck would only keep them soaring for so long though. A mechanical failure during a drop sent their Overlord falling from the skies. As through a miracle the two of them were the only survivors, Bones because he was strapped in his 'Mech at the time which in turn was strapped in its drop-harness while Perkins was just extremely lucky. His skull was split and his arms and internal organs damaged beyond normal medical procedures.<br/><br/>Even so the duo continued to serve with merit for another decade before they were retired from the Explorer Corps. Not content with a calm and silent retirement, they instead created a small mercenary group. One of their first recruits was a young Rasalhague officer of the Kungsarmé, Walter Veijer, a rather stoic mix of Rasalhague and Kuritan stock that would be the only constant part of the unit for the next decade and a half. Both Perkins and Bones came to respect the young MechWarrior and Perkins was especially fond of him. For all the years leading up to Bones' demise, the two were the only MechWarriors that Perkins even cared to acknowledge outside of the regular dealings, instead surrounding himself with his own drop-crew and flyers. To this day he has remained the faraway "asshole" to all others on the DropShip, content with only paying them their due so long as they don't say it to his face.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>As his friend Kilroy Ol' Bones once said: "The man is an arrogant prick, but he's good at what he does, so I have to take his bullshit!" While a bit of an exaggeration, it's not far from the truth. Perkins is unabashedly selfconfident and bombastic. The things he enjoy in life he does with style. Only the finest cigars, brandies and coffees will do, but he's rather apatic about mundane things such as sleeping and eating. His bunk is as hard as anyones on the Bastion and his food is just as dull. His preference goes to his "own people" in the DropShip crew and ASF-pilots and quite frankly he treats the MechWarriors and their techs with a cold demeanor and frankly passively hostile behavior.<br/><br/><strong>Speciality Skills:</strong>ASF, DropShip and JumpShip command and knowledge as well as a very good grasp of economics and all things communications.