"Feel the cold of the magnum on my cheek. Tension is gonna reach its peak."

Welcome a new face aboard the outpost, Cecil Auchmir.

Hailing from a rather loosely regulated town on the surface of Sif, he served as an officer of law for a time. He'd come to be displeased with the dictator-esque practices the Sheriff had, and how much control and fearmongering there was over the town, which would lead Cecil to leave the force and open his own private investigation firm after an interim working security for a fancy establishment.

With both ventures not panning out, he sought an opportunity beyond the reaches of those who'd revel in his failure. So was formed a work contract with E-Shui so he could be flown out to his new job and home at a vaguely described "Outpost-21". His role? Security work. Should be easy enough.

Or so he thought. With every shift making all the more apparent the horrors that plague the outpost, no-one's safety is guaranteed. Despite it all, he's determined to do his best for the crew that all counts on each other.

Since then, events have lead him to take on the role of SecMed (Security Medic, but Combat Medic sounds cooler), giving him more responsibility, but also more training and opportunity to help the crew he was assigned to.

The larger text portions of the holotag on his collar reads: "Cecil Auchmir. Mated to Calza Colfax, please return if found."
upon examining it closer, towards the bottom in small letters it reads "R.S-1"

Drawn by Lazitoelgato
Cecil belongs to me