Lowrey Molidor Description Age 26 Height 5'4" Weight 115lbs Hair Dark Eyes Black Skin Brown Gender M Personal Details Occupation Juggles between jobs Place of Birth Somewhere in the 7,641 islands of the Philippines, Eastasia, Earth Faction Affiliation Patriotic towards Earth Home Washington, D.C., Earth Rank - Status Alive Alias(es) - Relationship(s) None Relatives Unknown relatives
Skills and TraitsSkilled Repairman: Molidor acquired this experience from working in scrapyards. A part there and a part here, and he's got a working component.
Musician: Molidor owns an alto saxophone and likes to play it on the side. He bought it at 16 and has never let it go.
Rigman: Uncanny in nature, Molidor can somehow rig himself out of a sticky situation using parts around him.
Fluency in Languages: He has been around Earth, and he has been around Mars. Molidor can speak four languages including his native language.
Brittle: Space has taken a toll on him. His bones are brittle and are prone to fracturing.
Decreased Cardio Strength: Once the best basketball player in his team during his teen years, Molidor has steadily decreased in cardio strength and often has to catch his breath after a short time running.
PersonalityMolidor has that Philippine jive about him and the accent to prove it. He is always positive and likes to joke around, even in life-threatening situations. Sometimes, his positive nature increases morale of those around him. He's not all sunshine though, because if prodded about his history, he'd shutdown completely and stay to himself for quite a while. Plus, he gets frustrated easily at stuff that irks him. Overall, he's had the experience and is a good guy to hang with.
He does currently hold a record of 16 beers without passing out in one sitting, and the next day, he'd be completely fine with no hangovers whatsoever.
BiographyA bastard child of a poor family, Molidor was born in a manufactured home. With little money and the economic downturn nigh, Molidor sought out for jobs at the young age of 9. He's had dreams of space since. After getting enough money, he provided himself with an immigration trip to the States as an OFW, finally settling at a ghetto area of the District of Columbia, the former capital of the States. It was much different from the postcards of yesteryear, the Capitol Building in shambles and other history in equal dilapidated form. It was, his home.